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I.
Jake stared at the computer screen pitched on his lap, watching the mouse cursor blink slowly as if tapping its foot on the ground, waiting for the troubled young man to finally come to his decision. The paperwork had been simple enough: name, address, that sort of thing. He could do that kind of empty, fill-in-the-blank work in his sleep. That wasn’t the problem. His hand hovered over the enter button on the keyboard, knowing that as soon as he laid down the needed pressure he might end up opening a can of worms that couldn’t be stuffed back closed. It wasn’t like him to hesitate or to ruminate on the negative consequences of his actions, not before and not now. Fuck it.
The sound of the button compressing clicked loudly in the living room, the screen flashed, and a new message appeared.
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It was done now for better or worse. Jake sat back in his chair, his back protesting having been hunched over a screen for so long. Down the hall, he heard the sound of a door creaking open and he hastily slammed the lid of the laptop down with a smooth smack. Seconds later, Rob shuffled into the living room looking deliciously disheveled.
“Hey son,” he murmured, absentmindedly scratching his belly as he strode into the kitchen for his first mug of morning joe. Jake listened to the pour, the gentle blow across the watery brown surface, and then the first tentative sip, before Rob continued. “Working on something?” Jake looked over his shoulder, his view of his father askew as he fed him the prepared lie.
“Just wrapping up some last minute school crap,” he said smoothly, setting the computer aside. He rose to his feet, his legs buzzing with a new spike of adrenaline. “Got time to take care of me before you take your shower?” He watched Rob roll his eyes around the mug at his jaw, but the sparkle never left his blue irises. Robert crooked a finger.
“Get over here.”
All grins, his latest deception already going down as smoothly as his father would, Jake began to walk across the room, letting his underwear fall down behind him as he went.
“Let’s make this quick. Got work after all.” Jake smirked, running his cockhead across his father’s kiss-plumped lips. He gave his dick a squeeze, letting a bead of his clear slick drip from the opening.
“Whatever you say, Dad,” he said, humming as Rob descended upon him. The room filled with the soft sounds of masculine suckles, hearty pants, and the occasional creak of the wood floor whenever they shifted their balance. Soon, Jake wasn’t worrying about anything but how much he was going to fill Robert’s mouth.
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II.
The office site was humming like a circus by the time Robert pulled into the gravel parking lot. Buff, tanned workers of varying ages, race, and size crowded around the entrance to the battered administration trailer, looking at Robert’s approaching Tahoe with eager eyes.
“Oh fuck me,” Rob muttered under his breath and stepped out of the truck. He walked toward the trailer, ignoring the workers who were trying, and failing, to discreetly glance at his developing babybump and walked inside.
Pushing the door behind him, he peered across the small, paneled room where Earl Fallon was working the receptionist phone and desperately trying to type on the aging computer’s keyboard at the same time. It was not dissimilar to watching a dog try to play the piano.
“No-no! I don’t know when she’s going to be back!” Earl snapped into the receiver. Rob leaned against the wall, his previous underlying concern now melting into lowkey amusement at the absurdity of his work situation. “Hello? Hello!? Well, fuck you too!” Earl slammed the handle down with a fury usually reserved for a drunken bar fight.
“Do I want to know?” Earl gave him the evil eye, then turned back to the hulking monitor, his eyes squinting at his type.
“Lilian’s out. Got the flu, or Covid, or some shit like that and we’re SOL.” He whacked the side of the screen, once, twice, the image frozen in time. “Oh, fuck this!” He slammed the power button of the desktop tower with one nicotine stained finger, and the screen went dead. “Pen and paper it is!” Robert watched Earl sketch out some sort of crude message onto a pad, his oldest friend in the world writing with a deliberate slowness that reminded him of the cursive lessons he was taught back in elementary school.
“You want to get out of here?” he asked, trying his damnedest not to laugh at Earl’s obvious discomfort. “I can play secretary for a few days as long as you keep things humming on the sites.” Earl gave him a look like Rob was a sailor holding a life preserver as he was drowning in the ocean.
“Yes! Please, fucking god, yes!” Earl rose to his feet, nearly toppling the rolling chair in his haste. He had already circled around the desk and was walking towards the door, grabbing his things as he went, when he stopped himself. “You sure, Rob?” he asked, that new, concerned tone in his expression that made Robert’s stomach feel funny. “I don’t got to run if you need me here.” Robert shook his head, secretly pleased.
“You’re free and clear,” he pointed a finger at the retreating Earl. “For now. We got some things to talk about before I go home.” Earl looked like he might have something to say about that, but closed his mouth when he saw the look on Robert’s face. He shrugged instead.
“Sure, whatever you need.” Then he was gone, the door flapping in the wind. As Robert walked to close it behind him, he watched the workers part for the foreman and follow behind him, his weary blue collar disciples. The workers, their arms and faces already started to shine with the sheen of August sweat, looked from Earl and then back to Robert, their collective gaze scrutinizing.
“You all got better things to be doing than working?” he barked at them, hiding his pleasure at their discomfort behind his well-crafted disgruntled face. “I don’t mind sending any of you home if you need to catch up on your beauty sleep.” That did the trick and the worker ants were soon back in marching form, heading toward their respective sites of work for the day. As the last of the vehicles pulled out of the lot, Robert took a deep breath, his head suddenly feeling lighter. He really hoped he didn’t blow things up.
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III.
“Whoa...you really think that’s a good idea?”
Jake grunted at the question, never liking being questioned at the best of times and liking it even less when he was already feeling trepidious.
“Guess we are going to find out, won’t we, Matty?” he said. He watched Matty’s face scrunch over the lag on the phone screen. It was Mateo’s “concentration face”, the one he made whenever he was about to talk about something difficult and was trying his best to formulate the right words for the job.
“I’d be worried about what I found out,” Matty said, testing the waters. “What if your birth father is a real creep? That might be why Mr. McManus doesn’t talk about him.” Jake grunted at that, acknowledging Matty’s point, but not commenting on it further. He had no easy rebuttal.
“Too late now. The test is already on its way.” Matty shook his head, that cute worried expression frozen in place.
“That doesn’t mean you have to use it. Or mail it back. You could always toss it in the trash.” Jake nodded, having already thought of that plan himself. He was want to admit it, but this felt different than his other schemes. It did feel like he was sticking his nose where it didn’t belong, and for the first time in a long time he was actually doubting his own decision making. Which pissed him off something fierce.
“Yeah, you’re right,” he conceded and altered course. “How’s it going with gym daddy?” The blush that simple question painted across Matty’s face was priceless.
“Oh, ah, good...I think,” Matty stammered. He looked around his bedroom on the screen, as if checking for gym bro spies, before continuing. “I think he likes me too, but I’m not sure if I’m just making it all up in my head. He may just be being nice to me.” Jake smirked. The things I could teach you, kid.
“Maybe I should come by sometime,” he offered, his groin twitching at the thought. “I could be your wingman. Line Gym Daddy up for you.” Matty laughed at that, the sound low and rumbly, not at all like the higher pitched laughs he would give Robert.
“No way!” Matty said, a small, knowing smile on his face. “We both know exactly what you would end up doing if you got your hands on him.” Jake couldn’t help but grin, even if Matty was right about his possible libidinous betrayal. He glanced down at his crotch, noting the way way the pants were trying to decide if they would pitch the tent for the night. Yeah, Matty had his number.
“True, true,” he said, nodding sagely. “If Gym Daddy doesn’t put out, you should stop by for some pussy.” Matty’s eyes bugged at that, even if he should have known better.
“Jake! You shouldn’t talk about your father like that!” Jake shrugged, an innocent smile on his face that didn’t match the mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
“I’m just saying,” he said, all innocence. “You know how much Dad likes to please us.” Oh god did he know. Even months later, that weekend they had shared together was still a regular in his spank bank. “Besides, if you don’t make a move soon, Dad might think you’ve forgotten about him.” It was a blatant act of manipulation and it worked like a charm.
“Really?” Matty asked, his tone suddenly worried. “Why would he think that?” Jake just shrugged, the way he sometimes saw neighborhood dads do before they starting complaining about their irrational wives.
“Don’t let the Masc thing fool you, bro,” he said, speaking the truth. “Once Dad’s got a taste for some dick, he turns into a big old ho. Fuck, you remember right?” The blush that spread across Matty’s face told him that, yes, Mateo remembered all too well. Jake cupped his groin, full tent by this point, his eyebrows wiggling.
“Got time to squeeze one out, bro?” he asked, voice huskier. Matty’s eyes bulged.
“Now!?” he whispered, sharply, but Jake noticed how he never said no. He nodded, eager for it now.
“C’mon, bro. Whip that thing out.”
There was a long moment of agonizing tension filled waiting, before the screen shook and the image faltered across the room as Mateo slid his gym shorts to the ground. After a moment, Matty righted the phone once more and it was there, clear as day for his best bro to gaze at.
“Bro, your fucking cock is amazing.” He saw the look of surprise in Matty’s eyes and he was delighted.
“Really?” Matty asked, as if no one had ever complimented him on his package before. Maybe they hadn’t. Jake suspected the few men Matty had actually been with probably kept their mouths full of it so long they never got the chance to pass on their compliments.
“Yeah, bro,” Jake said, naturally sliding into the older brother role. “It’s a real pussy stretcher.” Matty beamed at him, like a kid who had won a blue ribbon at a school fair.
“Thanks, Jake,” he said, soft and genuine. “Means a lot.” There was a moment of hesitation and then Matty’s copper toned hand was gripping himself. Jake’s grin widened, his own hand fishing into his shorts.
“Just think, bro,” Jake said, voice now husky with lust. “Dad will be so horny the next time we get him naked again.” He watched Mateo’s pace jump a smidgen and matched it. “Think of how fucking wet his pussy will be.” The sound that came out of Matty’s mouth should have been bottled up and sold as an aphrodisiac.
“Shit, Jake,” Matty said, voice cracking. Hearing good boy Matty swear made Jake’s nostrils flare. He was already getting close, he just needed to push Matty over the edge.
“Fuck, bro,” he said, whispering now as if he was about to share a secret. “I want to fuck his cunt together with you, bro. Frot inside that loose pussy until we both bust our nuts together.” That did the trick. Matty’s eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head and then the screen was getting hosed down, blocking Jake’s view of his dad’s baby daddy with slimy smears of college-aged spooge.
Jake’s own fist was moving like lightening, his shorts looked like a tent being attacked by a grizzly bear. He watched, through lidded eyes, as Matty wiped a smudge of his cum off the screen, his sheepish face blushing like he had the world’s worst sunburn.
Jake’s mouth gaped as his rod stood rigid, pulsed, and then shot, flying with such intensity that if his chin hadn’t been in the way he would have painted the ceiling. Each pulse was a little weaker than the last, but he barely noticed the splatters of cum coating his jersey as he rode the waves of orgasm. It was only when he cracked an eye back open and saw Matty’s stunned expression framed in white that he began to take the scene in.
“Jeez,” Matty whispered, embarrassed with his post-nut clarity. “I can’t believe we did that.”
Jake reached a hand up, swiping at the cum dripping from his right earlobe. He brought the rounded thumb to his lips, smiling around it as his own flavor filled his taste buds.
“I can.”
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IV.
Rob was so engrossed in his work emails that he completely failed to notice Earl Fallon’s return until his old friend was nearly on top of him. He smelled him before he saw him. A unique musk of layered sweat, old spice deodorant, irish spring, and a faint earthy undercurrent that was all Earl Fallon. He had always found Earl’s late work scent oddly comforting, but now there was a new undercurrent to its appeal that made his groin twitch and he didn’t want to analyze that one bit.
“Whoa, didn’t see ya there,” he muttered in apology, watching with amusement as the harried Earl dropped down on the battered couch like a sack of potatoes. Earl waved away Rob’s words.
“Just glad to be out of that damn sun and in where there is some air conditioning…” Rob watched as his friend absentmindedly lifted his sweat soaked tee to his face, only succeeding in adding to the mess. Rob shook the image out of his mind before it could plant a seed in his imagination.
“Well, I’m glad you’re back,” he said, quietly, leaning back in his seat. “We got some things to talk about. Important things.” He watched as Earl let the hem of his shirt drop and saw the way a hint of tanned belly peeked from below. These pregnancy hormones were going to get him into trouble if he didn’t get home soon.
“Alright,” Earl muttered, slightly weary. “Hit me with it.”
Rob began to wheel the chair around the old desk, his wider pregnancy frame making the task more difficult than it needed to be. With his belly in the way, he used his legs to scoot himself within a more comfortable chatting distance, all while Earl watched with an amused glimmer in his eye. Rob was a little embarrassed by how long it took to get from Point A to B and covered it up with a shallow grunt.
“Well, Earl, uh…” he began, staring into a cigarette burn on the thin carpeting. “You and I have had some differences of opinion lately, so, well…” He coughed, suddenly unsure of how to proceed, when it hit him. “Do you like being Jake’s godfather?” Earl smile faltered an inch, a new wariness in his gaze.
“Sure I do, Rob,” he responded cautiously. “Why?” In the back of his mind Earl wondered if this was it. That he was about to be punished for observing the McManus’ family’s indiscretions and voicing his concerns. Rob nodded, oblivious to his friend’s doubts.
“That’s good,” he stated, matter of fact. “I know we already hashed this out about the one I got on the way…” he trailed off again, looking away as a new nervousness came over him. “I talked it over with Matty and he agrees with me. It would mean a lot to both of us if you could do the same for Caleb. I like knowing all my boys would be safe and taken care of.” Earl blinked, digesting this new information for a moment, before breaking into a toothy grin.
“Is that what this is all about you big moron?” he asked, a bit of his old gregariousness back. “Of course, I’ll be their godfather or whatever the fuck else they need me to be.” Those boys are like family to me. Earl didn’t voice this last part out loud. Then, it occurred to him. “Boys? How do you even know that baby in your oven is another boy?” Rob simply shrugged.
“I don’t know. Just do,” he said, as if the matter needed no further examination. “I got a feeling for this things.” Earl eyed him with something approaching dismissal.
“Gut feelings, huh?” he asked, dubious. Then it hit him and his eyes narrowed in suspicion. “You and Matty are talking now?” The blush that spread across Rob’s face like scarlet fever was its own kind of tell.
“Uh, yeah, you could say that. We reconnected. Talked it out. We’re on good terms again,” he said, shifting awkwardly on the chair, legs clenched together. Earl watched the dance, feeling the familiar tingle up his spine whenever Robert McManus was holding onto a secret. Don’t even think about asking him, Earl Fallon.
“Nevermind about that. I think there’s a bigger issue we need to work out, friend.” Rob raised an eyebrow from his position on the swivel chair.
“Yeah? And what would that be?” Earl leaned forward, his butt almost lifting off the couch to reach forward. His rough hand hovered within an inch for a moment, before he closed the circuit, resting it on Rob’s baby bump. It was the first time he had touched Rob like this since his last pregnancy and a wave of heat, not friendly, not sexual, but something more complex radiated from the point of contact.
“We got to have a talk about this little problem you got growing inside you, Robert. And how you and I are going to explain it to the world.”
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V.
Jake lay on the leather sofa, one hand holding his phone in the air, the other absentmindedly fondling himself through his gym shorts. He had thought that his game with Matty would have damped his needs, but if anything it had done the opposite. He couldn’t wait until his dad got home so he could jump his bones and drain his balls. Until then, he would have to find other ways to entertain himself.
He swiped on his phone again, frowning at a barely legal twink hitting him up again. He would have to start blocking people if they didn’t take the hint. His eyes scanned the wall of portraits like a shark sniffing for blood. He saw it: A rugged, tanned chest with gray hair attached to a body that was still muscled but was showing just the barest signs of sag, especially around the tit area. He licked his lips, a clear sucker for a dad on the cusp of granddaddyhood. He clicked on the icon, scanning the profile for more information.
It was about what he expected. Divorced, middle-aged, discreet fun, that sort of thing. A late life crisis that manifested as being a slut for men. Here was hoping daddy had a taste for young meat. He started small, not wanting to scare the man off.
Looking good man. I can tell you spend a lot of time taking care of that body. A little flattery went a long way, especially for men who thought their biggest competition was all college age. Nice Tits Dad didn’t respond back right away, but when he did Jake’s smile widened.
Thanks. It’s hard keeping up with you boys at my age. Very flattering getting complimented by such a good looking young man like you.
They went back and forth like this for a while, exchanging compliments, asking each other innocuous questions, and getting a feel for one another. Jake was certain that this dad was into him, but was it the right kind of into him?
It’s been a while since I’ve gotten off, he lied. Would feel awesome rubbing my dick all over your chest. For a moment, he wondered if he might have been too forward and scared the other guy off, when he got back just the message he was hoping for.
I’d let you do a lot more than rub it on me. A moment’s pause, then the clincher. Son.
Jake lips cracked open, showing a set of hungry white teeth. Yeah, this was going to work out just fine. He was in the middle of typing out another message asking about trading more pics when he heard a vehicle pull into the driveway.
Gotta run, Daddy. He said, playful but eager to get rid of the man. I’ll hit you up later. He was already exiting the app and putting the phone down as he got the thumbs up notification. The front door opened right as the phone slid safely into his pocket. Instinctively, he jumped from his place on the couch, but stopped in his tracks when he saw the man standing in the doorway.
“Uncle Earl?” he asked, not able to hide the surprise in his voice. The other man stood there, giving him a look. It was the first time they had seen each other in person since the “incident” all those months ago where Earl Fallon got a real eyeful of the Jacob McManus school of Dad seduction.
“Is that how you say hello nowadays?” Earl asked irritably, and huffed in a mixture of annoyance and amusement when Jake pulled him into a hug tight enough to make him stand on his toes.
“What are you doing here?” Jake asked, breathing in the man’s scent, his mind already going back to pictures of gray hair chests. Earl puffed up around the younger man’s grip.
“Your Dad and I got something to pitch to you,” he said, and Jake pulled back curious now. Rob took that moment to enter the picture, halting in his tracks as he saw the embrace Earl and Jake seemed to be in. Earl pulled back suddenly, removing himself from the hold as if caught with his pants down around his ankles. Rob raised an eyebrow.
“Am I interrupting something?” he asked, more amused than alarmed. Jake and Earl wouldn’t ever do anything together. That was crazy thinking. He watched as Earl gave him a meaningful look, pointing at his own belly, and the reality of the conversation they were about to have with his son took over.
“Jake,” he said, reaching a hand out to his son. “Let’s go sit down.” Once they were all situated in their spots, Rob and Earl on the couch and a concerned Jake facing them from a nearby chair, he began.
“Your Uncle and I have been talking, Jake, and-” he gave Earl a look, who returned it with a tiny nod. “We think Earl should be legally listed as the father of our child.” Jake stared at the nervous pair, unblinking, his mind refusing to process the words that had just come out of his dad’s mouth.
“...what?” he said, in a rare moment of shock, expecting the pair to laugh at the outlandish words that he had just heard. “Wha-what are you even talking about!?” Both men could see the fury-induced panic beginning to build in the boy and they spoke together, cutting each other off as they tried to soothe the rising tide of Jake’s anger.
“Now, listen, Jake…”
“It’s not what you think…”
“No one is trying to take your kid…”
“We are just trying to protect you…”
“You both need my help…”
“Earl can be relied upon…”
Jacob covered his ears, closed his eyes so tight it stung and screamed at the men, “Shut up! Shut up! SHUT UP!!!” They sat there, stunned into silence.
“One of you need to explain to me what the hell is going on. Right. Now.” Jacob was nearly on the verge of tears and he was shaking worse than he could ever recall. Earl and Rob opened their mouths, looked at each other, closed them again, both unsure of who should proceed first. The decision was made for them.
A new cry, louder and more piercing than Jake’s had been came from down the hall.
“Oh hell,” Rob muttered, irritated. “Now we’ve gone and done it.” He rose to his feet, and as he did so, Earl’s arm instinctively came forward to help steady him. The look Jacob gave the pair was scathing. He held his composure together long enough to let his father disappear down the hall and then let Earl have it.
“What the fuck, Uncle Earl!?” he hissed, low and menacing. Earl met his gaze, unwavering.
“We are just doing what needs to be done, Jake,” he said, his tone equally unwavering. Jake was having none of that.
“I’m not letting you steal my kid!” he said, almost loud enough for Rob to hear from the baby’s room. Earl held a hand up, his eyes filled with anger, not wanting to drag Robert back into this mess. He had wanted to have the discussion with Jacob one-on-one, but Rob had vetoed the idea, convinced Jake would be more amicable to the idea with a united force. Some good that did them.
“I need you to listen to me, Jake. Really fucking listen,” he said, his voice so serious it almost sounded menacing. “You and your dad have got yourself in an awfully uncomfortable situation. What do you think is going to happen when that baby is born? When they find out Robert and Jacob McManus aren’t husbands but father and son?” Jacob was already opening his mouth for the rebuttal, but Earl was having none of it.
“God damnit, Jacob! Open your fucking eyes!” he snarled, months of pent up resentment pouring out like an open wound. “What do you think happens when they find out your baby was conceived in an incest love nest! Think, Jacob, think!” Jake’s eyes began to water as the reality, unspoken for months, started to sink in.
“Uncle Earl…” he started, weakly, but Earl wasn’t done.
“They’ll take him away! Maybe take your brother too! They’ll tear your family apart! We can’t have that! I can’t have that!” he said, with a kind of emotionality Jacob had never heard come from the man’s lips.
Now the tears flowed freely from Jake’s eyes. Earl’s granite face softened like wet clay at the sight and he rose from his position to sit on his knees in front of the boy he considered a son. He placed a weathered hand on Jake’s knees and continued.
“I’m not going to steal your boy. I’ll sign away my custodial rights as soon as you want, but please Jake, be reasonable. You’re going to be a father soon. You can’t live with your head in the clouds and your dick chasing every hole.” Jake looked down at Earl, wiping his bleary eyes.
“Why do you even care so much? Don’t you have your own family to worry about?” he asked, sullenly. “You’re not even blood.” It was as if he slapped the other man in the face and he felt the cold where Earl’s hand had once been long before he even realized his mistake.
“Because I love you and your father, you ungrateful little shit,” he said, voice near devoid of emotion. “Get your head together. Talk to your dad. When you are ready to be a man, then let me know and we can take care of this mess you made together.” He walked around the couch, not trusting himself to look at the boy who had just spat on his dream. The slam of the door echoed through the house and Caleb’s cries reignited.
When Rob reappeared, urgently rocking the upset infant, he looked around the room with annoyance.
“What the hell happened? Where is Earl at Jake?” he asked, already suspecting what had transpired. Jake didn’t answer, just ran to the front door, dashed through the open portal without looking back, and hopped into his own vehicle to chase after the only other man he had ever considered family.
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VI.
Earl ignored the blaring of Jake’s car horn as long as humanly possible but every man has his limits. After being chased by the young man for what felt like hours, Earl finally gave up and pulled his truck into an abandoned Taco Bell parking lot. When he stepped out of his vehicle, dirty boots kicking aside a stray can, he was livid.
“I thought they taught you kids about boundaries in school nowadays,” he said, not bothering to hide the irritation in his voice.
“Uncle Earl, I’m sorry!” Jake panted, slightly out of breath even though he had been sitting only moments ago. He was practically shaking with anxiety. “I didn’t mean it to come out that way.” Earl gave him a scathing look.
“You damn well did,” he muttered. “You might be able to fool your dad with that sorry puppy routine, but it won’t work on me.” That wasn’t completely true though and Jake was proving it with the absolutely pitiful slump on his face. Despite his well justified anger, he couldn’t stop his heart from beating a little softer.
“Fine, I accept you apology,” he conceded. “This time.” He watched the tension seep out of Jake’s body and the sight almost made up for the headache this whole ordeal had become. “Are you ready to sit down and talk like actual adults now?”
The pair climbed into Earl’s truck, the grizzled man swiping lose bags and wrappers off the passenger seat and when Jake squeezed in, he continued.
“Listen, I’m not happy about the way that went down. Rob and I didn’t do right by you.” He sighed, as if the admittance took something out of him. “I should have pitched the idea to you myself like I wanted to in the beginning.” The small smile Jake gave him was unusually sheepish.
“I probably wouldn’t have listened,” he said, in a ponderous mood. “I haven’t been doing too good at that lately.”
“You’re young.” Jake gave him a look. “It’s true. You’re still a boy…” He shook his head in exasperation. “Now you’re going to be a father…” Jake studied Earl, curious now.
“You don’t want me to be a dad?” he asked, and Earl shook his head, then thinking better of the action, explained.
“Not like this,” he said. “Hoped you would have more time before you made it happen so you could figure life out some. Not like how me and your dad did it.”
“Do you regret having kids?” Earl’s gaze turned sharp.
“Hell no, I don’t regret it!” he exclaimed, affronted. “Being a father is the best thing that ever happened to me.” Jake raised an eyebrow.
“But?”
“...Sometimes I wish I’d lived life a little more first is all. Got to experience more that was on the table.” Earl muttered, then added. “And had that boy I wanted.” Jake nodded, well aware of Earl Fallon’s old daddy woes. He suspected that was part of the reason Earl was so attached to him.
“Uncle Earl…” he began, softly. “Can I ask you something?” Earl sighed and looked the boy square in the face.
“Might as well get it all out in the open. What do you want to know?” Jake swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. He was about to toss a grenade at his Uncle.
“Do you love my dad?” Earl scoffed a bit at that.
“Of course, I do. We’re like brothers,” he said, digging around the vehicle for a pack of smokes. Jake continued.
“No, Earl. I mean do you love him. Like, love love him” Earl’s hand paused in its rummaging as the real question came into focus. When he spoke again, his tone was near monotone.
“You got nothing to worry about, Jacob,” he said, slowly. “Rob’s only got eyes for you. You should know that.”
“...You didn’t answer my question, Uncle Earl.” A long, heavy pause settled in the space between them as the unspoken truth began to manifest itself.
“What I want and feel don’t really matter, Jacob.” Jake raised his eyebrows, alarmed by Earl’s easy dismissal.
“They do to me.” He reached forward, his hand grabbing Earl’s, a sudden jolt passing between them. “Real love doesn’t go one way, Uncle Earl.” For the first time in his adult life, Jacob McManus could see the loneliness buried deep in Earl Fallon’s wiry body. A loneliness that he recognized all too well from months being on top of the man the feelings belonged to.
“You don’t know what you are saying, Jake,” Earl said weakly, wanting to pry his hand away but unable to break the stinging contact. Jake continued to stare at him, a little more of his hypnotic charisma returning.
“You should tell Dad, Uncle Earl. He would understand,” Earl laughed at that, a harsh, yapping sound that seemed to fill the tight cab.
“Would he now!? Good old Robert McManus finds out his oldest friend in the world, the one he relies on for everything in life, his brother-in-arms, is secretly carrying a torch for him.” He shook his head again, bitter. “No. I can’t ruin what we have over-” he waved a hand over himself. “This.”
“You’re wrong, Uncle Earl,” Jake said, resolute. “Dad wouldn’t kick you out of his life. He loves you. Maybe as much as you do.” Earl turned again to face Jake, his eyes wide with what Jacob was implying. Then a terrible dose of reality struck him down.
“It doesn’t matter. He’s taken. He’s got you,” he smiled, sad but not unkind. “No man can compete with the son of a doting father.” Now it was Jake’s turn to smile.
“There’s a place for more,” he said, holding out the invitation. “Just ask Matty.” Earl stared at him, disbelieving, then remembered the conversation with with Robert earlier in the trailer and burst into near hysterical laughter that induced a coughing fit. Jake sat through it all, quietly amused if not a little offended.
“What the fuck is happening,” Earl said, between coughing breaths, his head on the steering wheel. “My best friend’s son is…” He didn’t even finish the sentence, just started to snort, awkward, pig-like guffaws. “Nevermind about that, Jacob.” he said, wiping a tear from his eye. “I’ll figure myself out. Just…” He pulled himself back together. “We got to talk about this. About the baby.” Jake nodded.
“Yeah, we do.” He scooted closer. “I trust you, Uncle Earl. I know you wouldn’t do anything to hurt any of us. Sorry for getting emotional about it before.” He softened as Earl waved his concerns away. “We can put you down as the dad on paperwork,” he grinned and added playfully. “If you are nice to me, maybe I’ll give you a custodial weekend every now and again.” Earl rolled his eyes, but smiled anyways, a more relaxed and natural one.
“What about your wife?” Jake asked, stating the obvious concern.
“Don’t bother yourself about her,” Earl said, dismissively. “If everything goes according to plan no one will even find out about it. I’ve got a story all planned out if they do too.” His voice changed, entering storyteller mode. “I didn’t want to really be a father. It was just supposed to be some fun with a friend and then…” he trailed off, as if the words offended him somehow. “Then the good son stepped forward to take care of baby brother. Just like the last one.” He huffed, his eyes closing. “What a mess.”
Jake nodded, and reached forward again, his hand closing over Earl Fallon’s. There it was again, that strange electric spark.
“There’s something else we need to talk about Uncle Earl,” Jake began, and Earl braced himself for whatever bomb he was expected to catch. “I’m looking for my birth father. For real now.” Earl closed his eyes, took a deep breath, steadying himself.
“I figured this day would come. I assume Robert don’t know?” He got the expectant shake of the head. “So why are you telling me about it, unless…” Jake nodded, resolute.
“If I find him. When I find him. I want you to come with me and help me confront him.” He saw Earl’s eyes widen. “I know its asking a lot, but it would mean a lot to me. I can’t ask anyone else…” He didn’t need to clarify, Earl was already nodding along, the same resolution coming over his face.
“I’m already in neck deep, what’s one more shitshow?” He finally closed a hand around his cigarettes and was bringing one up to his mouth when Jake nearly tackled him with a bout of boyish enthusiasm. Jacob brought his lips to Earl’s face, hitting mostly cheek but grazing the older man’s chapped lips. Earl dropped his cigarette onto the dirty foot mat as an unexpectedly familiar wave of heat followed the connection.
“Thank you, Uncle Earl!” Jake exclaimed, suddenly looking years younger again. He didn’t say anything else, just jumped out of the vehicle and walked, near dashed, back to his car so he could get back to Rob with the good news.
For a while after Jake pulled out of the parking lot, Earl Fallon sat there, his fingers running over his lips, face pale as the deeper implications settled like a burning stone in his belly.
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VII.
Later that evening father and son lay in bed, both naked, close together, fondling their shared flesh. Jacob rubbed his father’s belly, enjoying the swell that had formed and was filling out more day by day.
“You’re really growing, Dad,” he said, a little awestruck by the idea that a son, his son, was right there just a few layers under the surface. Rob’s hand came down to rest on top of his, the bigger feel of it swamping his son’s.
“Yeah,” he said, sleepy. “I think he’s going to be a big boy.” He couldn’t hide the tiny shiver of pleasure that idea brought to him. He was rapidly having to face up to the facts. He liked being pregnant, liked carrying a new life inside his fertile body. Thoughts of pregnancy used to fill him with anxiety. Now they only made him weak in the knees and wet between his thighs.
Each week that passed, the pregnancy hormones kicked his libido up a notch. His sex drive was rapidly becoming an itch he couldn’t go without scratching. His first two pregnancies had been difficult, because he hadn’t had anyone like Jake to take care of his needs. Well...that wasn’t exactly true…
“Jacob,” he said slowly, his hand kneading his son’s. “Can I tell you something? Something I’m not too proud of?” That got his son’s attention, who raised his head off the downy pillow.
“Yeah, Dad,” Jake said, trying to sound supportive. “No secrets, right?” That seemed to reassure the larger man.
“Years ago...back when I was pregnant with you,” he paused, digging through his thoughts for the right words to describe such a complicated arrangement. “I was in a jam. A real tough spot. I had to do something to take care of you. To take care of us.” Jake nodded, not interrupting, but listening with rapt attention. Rob never spoke of those turbulent days.
“This was back in Oklahoma, I was younger than you are now, and, well, I was scared out of my mind. Practically homeless.” That was a bit of a shocker. Jake had never caught a hint of that kind of trouble in his dad’s past before. “I had a job at least. A construction job, but…” Rob looked up at the ceiling, picturing those times in his head. “I started showing. It became obvious that I wouldn’t be able to keep up with the work in my condition. I was desperate. I was ready to do just about anything…”
With his son’s hand on his belly, Rob began the sordid tale.
“When Mr. Jeffries found out, he didn’t fire me like I thought he would…” Rob said, turning his head away from his son’s imploring eyes. “Far from it. He was kind, in his own butch way. He listened to me. Let me live with him and his wife. He said he would take care of me. Teach me the business side of the trade, but…” Jake’s eyes narrowed, already suspecting.
“But what, Dad?” Rob took a deep, shuddering breath, as he braced for the story ahead.
“One night he asked to see it. He-he wanted to see me. There.” He didn’t clarify, but he didn’t need to. With Robert McManus there was only one place that was a there there. Jake’s hand slipped off the rounded belly to find his father’s palm again, intertwining their fingers together in a grasp he hoped was reassuring.
“I-He didn’t make me do anything I didn't want. Not exactly, but…” After so many years of having this side of his life bottled up, having rarely thought of the incidents, let alone shared the story aloud with anyone but Earl, Robert was struggling to find the words to explain what happened. This was his son. His lover. The father of their child. He needed to know. He needed to understand.
“I showed him and when he saw it, he wanted to feel it, and then feeling turned to stroking, turned to licking, and-”
“Did he try and fuck you?” Jake asked suddenly cutting his dad off. Rob’s head shook back and forth, almost violently.
“No! Never! He never even asked. It was-” his eyes went pained. “I don’t think he was attracted to me. He was attracted to this-” he placed his hand over the mound above his vagina. “And this…” he brought that same hand back to its position on his belly. Jake frowned.
“So he was a pervert with a pregnancy kink who took advantage of the situation.” Rob closed his eyes, watching the scene play out in his mind, the pictures out of loop with commentary running through his head.
How could he properly explain what happened all those years ago? Mr. Jeffries had took him under his wing and shown him the first real and lasting paternal affection he had ever gotten from a man. When Mr. Jeffries had discovered his condition he hadn’t looked at him him with disgust of clinical detachment. He had liked what he saw. He desired Rob because of the one thing that made him different. And he didn’t treat him any different otherwise. He treated him like a son, the son Jeffries never had.
The worst part wasn’t what happened when Mr. Jeffries would sneak into his bedroom late at night. It was how Rob would leave his bedroom door unlocked hoping the married man would give into temptation and give him the attention he craved, no matter how wrong or destructive it might be. He learned that his body could be a source of pleasure, not just for others but also for himself. He could share that pleasure in secret and then go back about his business like nothing had ever happened.
To this day, whenever he saw a man with a Sellick-style mustache, he would remember the nights when a similar furry lips would tickle along his sensitive clit as the older man lapped away at him. He had liked it at the time, he was certain of that, even if later he felt guilt about it. He didn’t love Mr. Jeffries and the founder Jeffries Construction Co. certainly didn’t love him, not the way lovers were supposed to, but there was an undeniable trust and faith both formed and tainted by their mutual secret. How was he supposed to explain to Jake that a part of him loved a man who couldn’t separate son from sex toy? Especially when that same part of him wondered if history was repeating itself in a new form…
“It was complicated.”
The look Jake gave him was long and scrutinizing, as if he was deciphering hieroglyphics with only a fragment of a Rosetta Stone to guide him. But eventually Rob watched as his son’s shoulders relaxed while the younger man came to some kind of decision.
“It sounds like it,” Jake murmured, pushing closer, connecting his flesh with his father’s. “I’m glad you told me, Dad. I get why you wanted to keep it a secret, so thanks for letting me know.” Inside he was seething at the audacity of his father’s boss, but best not let that show. Robert needed a considerate lover, not a jealous boy. “I don’t love you any less.”
He tilted his dad’s head toward his own and brought their faces together in a tender, controlled kiss. He tempered his usual passion, wanting to show his father this wasn’t all about sex for him. That something more was happening here, but the McManus men had their needs and soon nature began to take its course. The kissing became deeper, wetter, faster, harder as their mutual desires became too much to ignore.
“Jake, son, I need you,” Rob panted, taking much needed breathes between the crashing of lips and teeth. Jacob smiled around the veiny flesh of his father’s throat, ignoring the desire to mark his old man and instead trailed downwards. When he reached the junction of his father’s hips, he looked upward, eyes shining.
“Tell me what you want, Dad,” he demanded, husky.
The words had barely left his mouth before Robert was moving, eager to please. He spread his hairy legs wide, whorish, an absurd echo of what he used to do all of those years ago. He was already wet, glistening in the bedroom light. Had been ever since his son had brought their family forms together.
“I need you here, son,” he said, whimpering. He spread the curtains with two fingers from each hand, opening himself as wide as he could. An obscene display all for his boy. “My pussy is so wet for you.” It was true. He was dripping enough for his love juice to have flowed down between his cheeks and soak into the jungle surrounding his anus.
“Prove it,” Jake said, taking the reins. “Make that pussy cum for me.” Again, no hesitation. Three fingers plunged into Robert’s pink depths, the palm of his hand grinding mercilessly on his clit as he performed for his oldest son. The sensations were intense, almost overwhelming. As were his feelings.
“Once you shoot, I’m going to eat your cunt so good you’ll forget any other man but me exists.”
Rob practically sobbed, his eyes squeezing shut tightly as he neared the cliff’s edge. He always got so aroused the first time, like a lust drunk teenager. His fingers moved with a mechanical grinding penetration that felt all too natural and practiced. He was so hot inside, so wet. Every time he pushed to the depths, his middle finger’s tip would graze his prostate. With the clitoral stimulation, the pleasure was almost unbearable. So close...just a little more.
“You like playing with your holes, don’t you, Dad?” It wasn’t truly a question. “You’ll do it for me. For Matty...For Uncle Earl.”
Eyes popping in startled white at the last name, Rob’s back arched off the bed as he gushed into his hand. The deluge seeped through his thick fingers, a sloppy scent of a spent cunt blossoming in the air around their bed. His eyes watered from the strain of his orgasm. He had done it. He had cum for his son just like Jake needed it.
“So good for me,” Jake hissed, leaning down. He removed Robert’s hand, watching him spill even more. “So fucking good for me.” His cock jutted out, the head pointing at his dad’s opening like a heatseeking missile, but he ignored temptation. Instead, he grabbed Rob’s ankles, pulling them back and lifting the older man’s hips, cunt and all. Now at eye level with his father’s openings, he could see it all, pussy and asshole included.
He stuck his tip out, poking at Rob’s anus for a brief, tangy taste and then refocused his attentions on the true feast. He didn’t eat his dad’s cunt so much as ravage it like a lion tearing apart of gazelle. He used every ounce of his face for his mission, rubbing nose and chin and the prickly nothings that he called facial hair all over every square inch of McManus puss. He marked his dad’s cunt as his and in turn that perfect pussy coated every inch of Jake’s flesh it touched.
With his nose buried deep, he inhaled the potent aroma of dad cunt as he lapped away, drinking his father’s abundant juices. This was heaven, between his father’s legs. This was the cunt that had brought him into the world and now existed to give him pleasure. As he munched away, his mind surfed back to the previous events of the day. He hadn’t been surprised by Earl’s revelation so much as the depth of feeling hiding beneath his tacky surface. He thought of what it would look like, his dad and Earl together, and he felt that same pulse of perverse pleasure he got when thinking of his dad and Matty fucking, but something else was there too. Something more fragile and warm that he couldn’t quite name and was nervous to define.
Turning back to his task, it was time to make his old man cum. He could eat all day and get the job done, but he knew how to speed up the process and make Robert fall apart at the seam. Get his old man talking and he was putty in your hands. He lifted his head, pussy juice dripping from his chin.
“You like the way I eat you out?” he barked, swiping a tongue along the labia. Rob nearly squealed before he realized he was supposed to answer.
“Yes! I love it. It feels so good,” he stared between his legs with hazy, adoring eyes. “Keep eating my pussy, Jake. I need it.” Jake grinned, cat like, and brought his mouth down on Rob’s clit drawing a howl of overstimulated pleasure from the older man. Rob’s flailing arms sought a grounding connection, one hand grabbing his son’s hair with slippery fingers while the other latched onto his hefty breast meat, kneading the flesh to the timing of his son’s tongue. He could feel it happening again, the rumbling of the volcano between his legs.
“Jake,” he said, beginning to shake. “I’m close, so close…” Jake didn’t stop, if anything he redoubled his efforts determined to unravel his father further. When he came, Rob bit his lip hard enough to draw a tiny prick of blood. There was another monstrous gush from his front hole and Jake took the brunt of it on his youthful mug. He didn’t mind. He liked being soaked in his father’s juices and he would wear them with pride. When the worst of the tremors subsided, Jake wiped a hand across his sodden face, flicking the liquid off his fingertips.
“Trying to drown me, Dad?” he teased and began to line his dick up with the open organ. “I’ll eat you out again. Just got to lighten the load first.” He sank down without further explanation, his father’s cunt open for him just as it always was meant to be. As the pair bounced in harmony, son on top of father, moving as one organic machine, they didn’t notice the text messages coming in from Jake’s phone. A welcome message from a certain company and the tracking information for the package that would change the younger McManus’ life completely.
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