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I.
Jake McManus was dragged from his restless slumber by a warm, wet sensation on his groin. He cracked a weary eye open, the dim sunlight blurring his vision for a moment, before his eyes cleared enough for him to get a good look between his legs. As the image came into focus, his look of confusion morphed into a wide, satisfied grin.
“Mmm, now this is a real wakeup call,” he purred, amused and more than a little aroused.
On his lap sat his father, Robert McManus, all 210 pounds of him. In his dream it was a slobbery mouth working over his cock, but for once reality proved to be the better fantasy. His dick was planted inside his dad alright, but not in a mouth. It was buried balls deep inside his father’s squeezing cunt. Up to this point Rob had his eyes closed, but at the sound of his son’s words, they opened slowly and Jake got a glimpse of his dad’s adoring ocean blues.
“Morning, Jake,” Rob murmured, his face flushed as he worked. Jake was tempted to wrap his hands around those wide hips, to hold his dad in place and thrust away inside the man, but he held himself back. It wasn’t often his dad took the sexual initiative, seemingly more comfortable with Jake driving the vehicle and having to take responsibility for any accidents that happened along the way. So, he was going to enjoy seeing what Rob would do without any indication from his oldest boy.
Rob’s hips moved in slow, sensual circles, rising just enough to provide a little extra stimulation, but not more than an inch or so. He wanted his son’s cock inside him. He was wet, embarrassingly so, but for once he felt no shame, only a simpleminded pleasure. Jake had been right. He was already pregnant, already carrying his son’s child inside him, so why not enjoy all the gifts his body, and more importantly Jake’s, had to offer?
At the thought, he brought a finger down to his clit, only swiping at it briefly, teasing himself, and he threw his head back biting his hairy lip to stifle the loudest of his moans. A shudder passed through his hefty body and fresh drops of slick dripped out of his pussy and down his son’s balls. Jake growled, the sight fully rousing his libido from its hibernation.
“I could get used to this,” he said, voice coarse and rumbly. Rob’s eyes opened again, a look of naked bliss on his straining face.
“It’s yours anytime you want it, Jake,” he said, completely truthful. He wouldn’t fight it anymore. He had tried to contain himself, to sequester away his desires from the world. He thought he was protecting himself, protecting his family, but all he did was delay the inevitable. What Jake said last night was crude and rude, just like his boy was when he got into one of his fuckhazes, but at the end of the day, it was fundamentally true.
Rob was a man, but he was no ordinary man. He was a man with a cunt, a wet opening made to take cock and cum. He could have denied the truth of it all, but what were the odds that he could have gotten pregnant too? One in a million? No, he was made this way for a reason, and that reason was laying down beneath him watching his father do his life’s work.
Jake observed something pass over his dad’s face and a look of supreme relaxation came over the man. He wasn’t sure what sort of enigma was getting solved inside that mixed up brain of his, but Robert McManus looked to have come to a very definite conclusion, and if the way he was rocking his hips was any indication, it was a conclusion that was due for a happy ending.
Like a timer going off, he watched his dad’s body snap to attention and a low grumble of pleasure rose from his man’s chest as his pussy lips fluttered around Jake’s substantial length. Feels like Dad just had an orgasm. Jake grinned, arousal climbing higher now and with it his desire to take the reins.
“Did you just cum, Dad?” he asked, already knowing he answer. Rob, with hazy eyes, just nodded, a dopey smile on his lips as he began to rock and roll once again. As much as Jake loved to watch his dad move that big hairy body of his so erotically, and under other circumstances he would enjoy letting Rob ride him for hours, Jake was hungry for something more.
He snapped his fingers, drawing Rob’s attention back down to Earth and made a spinning motion with his finger. Rob stared at him, an eyebrow raised in confusion, until understanding dawned and with it a knowing smirk. With a grace that was impressive for a man his size, Rob brought his knees up and pivoted, rotating himself 180 degrees until he was facing away from his boy.
Jake was greeted with the sight of his dad’s legendarily thick ass. He grabbed two fistfuls of the hairy flesh, watching it jiggle a bit beneath his manhandling. He was about to pry those cheeks apart, when he was struck by a better idea. He coughed, clearing his throat, and said to his dad,
“Why don’t you show me your other hole, Dad?” There was a pause, a momentary stilling of Rob’s hips, as the question was processed, then Jake watched with lidded eyes as Rob’s thicker hands gripped his glute meat like he was wrestling with two hams, and spread them wide. The angle was a little low, so much of the view was distorted by the jungle of hair that trailed its way up Rob’s asscrack, but even with the limited aspect, he could still see the dampness.
“Bend forward,” Jake hissed, eyes unblinking, “I want to see more.”
There was no hesitation now, just a slow, gentle sloping of his hips, and with it, the perfect view. With the way Rob was bent forward, back muscles pronounced, Jake got a clean shot not only of his dad’s asshole but also his twat. The pussy lips were stretched wide around the root of Jake’s cock, wet and glistening from the fluid of Rob’s recent orgasm. His other hole was another matter entirely. It was pink and puffy looking, the hair matted with drying sweat, lube, and semen still sticky from the previous night’s festivities. The smell of sex wafted off the ravaged pucker causing Jake’s nostrils to flare.
“Keep riding,” Jake ordered, voice low. On command, Rob did just that, gently raising and lowering his hips a few inches at a time on Jake’s cock. The ride was easy now, smooth as butter. With each downward stroke, Rob’s asshole would twitch, a sympathetic reaction to what his other side was enduring. Jake brought a finger to that used hole, circling the fingertip around the rim in lazy circles.
“I really put the moves on you last night,” he said, humming in pleasure at the memory. “I bet you’re still a little sore.” At Jake’s words, his father gave a tiny nod, nearly flat against the bed, but made no move to stop his son’s anal explorations.
When that fingertip prodded at the puffy entrance, just breaching the hole to the first knuckle, Rob audibly gasped, the twin sensations bringing a low tremor to his masculine body. Encouraged, Jake pushed in further, stopping at the second knuckle and letting the digit move around the cavernous passage. A low, hearty kind of moan erupted from Rob’s lips. With the combined stimulation, it wasn’t long before Jake pushed his old man over the edge again.
“Oh God!” Rob cried, his voice slightly muffled by the bed’s comforter. Stretched pussy lips clamped down on his young meat and a fresh gush of wet dripped from his loosened hole joining the rest, all while his anus gnawed at Jake’s finger like a snapping turtle. Jake grinned, his arousal hitting a peak.
“You ready to get my load, old man?” he asked, half tease, half taunt. Even after his recent orgasm, Rob’s reaction was instantaneous and strong.
“Yes! Please, Jake!” he cried, eyes wild, almost frantic. He began to lift his hips again, a pistoning pace no longer designed for the leisurely pleasure of before but for the sole purpose of bringing his oldest son to a prompt and powerful orgasm. It’s working too, Jake thought, as Rob’s muscles strained and stretched to service him.
Jake bit his lip, a part of him wanting to draw this out and make his dad act even more whorish for his own son’s load, but he already knew he wasn’t going to last long. After last night, it was like something shifted inside both men, and while Rob’s transformation was more pronounced, Jake’s was just as telling if you understood the language. Besides, he knew without a doubt that he and his dad would have plenty more play opportunities before the weekend was through.
His finger thrust in and out of his dad’s ass, drawing strangled moans from the older bouncing man, as theunoccupied hand grabbed a palm full of assmeat, gripping and kneading the flesh with enough force to leave a mark.
“Fuck,” Jake hissed, already feeling the cum wanting to rise. “You’re about to get me off.” The quickness would have annoyed him if it wasn’t driving his old man crazy. When Jake came, it was with a harsh, muffled cry that poured from him like a wounded animal. In perfect harmony with his son, Rob slammed his hips down, sitting up as he did so to get the deepest penetration. He arched his back, body shaking as he was filled, but still wanting to give his son a view of his pussy being bred once again.
They didn’t move for a while, both damp with a thin layer of morning sex sweat, but eventually creaky muscles and a softening cock made it impossible to stay locked as one, and as Rob shifted his weight upward another fraction, Jake dick slipped from Rob’s nicely fucked puss, leaving a small trail of white seed in its wake. With the tiniest groan of disappointment, Rob heaved his tired body up and let himself collapse next to his boy. His hand, sticky with his own fluids, sought Jake’s, who eagerly entwined his fingers with Rob’s.
“I never would have thought you’d love morning sex so much,” Jake said, a small teasing smile on his face as he glanced at his resting father from the side. Next to him, Robert scoffed, faux offended.
“It’s just easier to keep the monster happy first thing, that’s all,” he said, but they both knew that wasn’t the case at all. Whatever, old man, Jake thought, more than a little bemused by the entire situation, but for his dad’s sake, he changed the subject.
“So...I guess we are going to have to talk about your little situation,” he started, as tenderly as he could, his grip on Rob’s hand tightening. Beside him, Rob huffed indignantly, pulling his body up a little straighter.
“My situation?” he said, clearly annoyed by the insinuation. “I seem to recall your being very adamant that you wanted this kid.” He didn’t face Jake directly, finding it hard enough to even openly talk about the subject, but he would try for his son’s sake.
“Fair enough,” Jake said, a little laugh in his voice. He pulled his father closer to him. “But I’m right. We need to talk about what happened.” Beside him, Rob slowly nodded. The wisdom was inescapable.
“Fine,” Robert said, defeated at last. “What do you want to know?” Jake resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He could always count on his dad to shift away from his side of the conversation, couldn’t he? Still, this was a good time to get some valuable information that was eating away at him.
“How long have you known?” he asked, trying to keep any judgment from his voice. He felt Rob stiffen and knew right away the answer wasn’t going to be great.
“...about a month or so,” Rob admitted. Jake’s eyes narrowed, more than a little frustrated that his dad was keeping such a big thing a secret from the one man he should have immediately told. He probed harder.
“Were you ever going to tell me?” he demanded, already suspecting the answer he would get. Rob groaned, burying his face in a pillow, and Jake gave him the privilege of a minute or two of self-denial, before poking the older man in the ribs, pushing for a response. Warily, Rob responded.
“I don’t know, okay!? I was trying not to think about it!” The admission seemed to have cost him, and Jake instinctively pulled his dad into a tight bear hug, showing the older man he wasn’t taking his cagey behavior personal.
“It’s ok,” he cooed, “We’re okay…” Beside him, Rob seemed to have pulled himself back together, at least enough to look his son straight in the face.
“I’m real sorry about what happened, Jacob,” he said, shamefaced. “I feel fucking awful about it.”
Good. A meanspirited part of Jake thought, but he smacked that side down as soon as it started to rear its ugly head. The time for fighting was over, as was, temporarily, the time for fucking.
“Apology accepted,” Jake said, with as much grace as his 20-year old self could manage in the situation. He grinned, feeling lighter now that things were out in the open. “But, I expect you to make it up to me, old man.”
Before either could comment further, their conversation was interrupted by the sound of soft cries coming from an adjacent room. Jake smirked as he watched his dad throw his head against the pillow in defeat.
“Sounds like little bro is hungry,” Jake said, a hint of amusement in his voice. Rob didn’t say anything, just gave Jake a withering look and rose to his feet, absentmindedly scratching his crotch as he bent over to grab a pair of discarded briefs off the floor. For one glorious moment, Jake was treated to the sight of his dad’s pussy and asshole exposed, a thin trickle of white peaking out. Down boy, he thought, eyes looking down at his twitching crotch.
Rob never looked back as he left the bedroom and walked down the hall towards Caleb’s room. After a minute, Jake heard a shout.
“Jake! Go into the kitchen and grab some formula,” Jake heard his dad say. He was about to protest being bossed around, when Robert added, “Don’t even think about complaining! You’re going to be a father now, so get used to it!” Jake didn’t say anything for a moment, before quietly laughing to himself. Maybe Dad’s not as domesticated as I thought he was, he mused.
Following that train of thought brought a series of images of his dad being put to use to mind, each more wild and deviant than the last. He smiled to himself, basking in the wickedness of his imagination for a moment, before coming down back to reality. With the slideshow keeping him entertained, Jake jumped out of bed, not bothering with any kind of clothing whatsoever, and strutted into the kitchen, humming along the way, like the King he knew he was.
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II.
The next two days were some of the best Rob and Jake had together since Jake moved back to college. They spent it together like the lovers they had become, Rob playing house, tending to baby and his man, cooking dinner, doing tasks and whatnot, while Jake helped out, jumping in where he could and where Rob would allow him. Being on his own for so long, Rob had grown very particular in how he did things, one might even say territorial, ruling his home, especially the kitchen, with an iron fist. That was going to have to change once baby number 2 came along, because Jacob McManus had his own ideas on childrearing and he wasn’t going to stay quiet about them.
Still, any bickering between the two was lighthearted. The earlier hostility had been dealt with in what had now become the traditional McManus style of conflict resolution: bitter words and tortured feelings followed by a no-holds barred fuckfest that finished in a series of tender, bashful resolutions. They both were aware, at least dimly, that their conflict resolution style was dysfunctional at best, but neither was too worried about rocking the boat at the moment. They were too busy diving deep into their newfound relationship.
But, like all honeymoons, it wasn’t made to last.
The first crack appeared when Rob, sitting on the couch with his son watching the Sunday game, received a call from work. He begrudgingly picked up his phone, saw a very familiar name, and scowled. He rose to his feet, body tight as a drum, ready for a brawl.
“Let me take care of this…” he muttered, walking out of the room and down the hall as he answered the call. Jake heard the bedroom door slam, muffled words that quickly rose in tempo and volume, and then quieted down again, as if trying to contain themselves. He sighed. Poor Uncle Earl, Jake thought. Trapped in the doghouse. He thought back to his conversation from earlier in the week, and how he had all but come out and told Earl that he and his dad were lovers. Lord knows how Earl Fallon was processing that information. His head must still be spinning, he thought, smiling at the image despite the seriousness of the situation.
Eager to distract himself, he pulled out his own phone and checked in on his project. A new message.
Mateo: So you’re really Robert’s son? Wow. I’m shocked you even want to talk to me.
Jake smirked. He supposed it was kind of weird chatting up your dad’s ex and drilling him for information, but in the grand scheme of things when it came to the race of most screwed up events happening in the McManus household, this horse was trailing far behind the others. He quickly typed back, eyes on the hallway.
Jake: You seem like a cool dude. Kinda chill. Probably too good for my dad.
He tossed in a crying emoji for good measure. There was a long pause. It seemed Mateo was the slow responding type, which might have normally annoyed him since he would feel like he was being ignored, but he could already tell that Matty was an old soul type. He wasn’t going to live and die on his phone like many of his peers. When the response finally came, it was as open as he had suspected.
Mateo: Ouch! I guess I should take that as a compliment? I think maybe it’s the opposite though…
There was a laughing emoji, a very self-depreciating gesture on Matty’s part. As much as he hated to admit it, he was forming a bit of a soft spot for the kid, which was part of the reason he decided to take a chance with his followup.
Jake: I don’t know about that, bro. I didn’t get all the details, but Dad did you dirty, didn’t he?
It was as direct as he had been yet, as direct as he could be given the circumstances. He didn’t actually have any additional information to fall back on, just vague hints from Earl and a general sense that Robert McManus was the guilty party in this little family drama. He was starting to wonder if he had said too much at first, when he finally got a response back.
Mateo: Robert had his reasons. It was hard, but moving on made me a stronger person.
Jake paused, taking this in. How the hell did Dad ever rope in this little man? He wondered, and then realized the answer almost immediately: Daddy issues. The poor kid, if he only knew how many more problems Rob actually had he would have run for the hills. He was about to send another message back, admiring Matty on his forward thinking bro attitude, when he heard the opening of a door, and he hastily stuffed the phone back in his pocket.
When Rob reappeared, he was a picture of perfect innocence, which should have been Rob’s first clue that his oldest son was up to no good.
Rob was preoccupied with his own issues though. He and Earl had gotten into it over the phone. Again. Sure, they had talked about the job site and the numerous issues they were both dealing with: permits, labor shortages, supply chain issues, the list went on and on, but that was the usual nonsense. They argued about that sort of thing all the time, but they never fought about it. And what was worse, they never talked about the real problem, just the random bullshit that floated up to the surface and could be scummed up. Rob shook his head, the beginnings of a tension headache threatening to overcome him.
He didn’t like being mad at Earl, but damn it, the man didn’t know how to stay in his own lane and no amount of niceties would get him back on track. What the hell was his problem anyways? Why was he so concerned about Rob and Jake’s life? He didn’t have any answers, just more questions and more frustration. As far as he was concerned, Earl Fallon was a problem for clinicians and philosophers to deal with, not him. He turned his attention back to his son, the one thing in his life that felt right at the moment.
“Sorry about that,” he mumbled as an apology. “Work stuff.” He didn’t look directly at Jake, focusing his attention instead on the moving mounds of pixelated muscle on the screen, but he could still see the smirk out of the corner of his eye.
“You shouldn’t take it out on Uncle Earl, Dad,” Jake said, a slight hint of chiding in his voice. Rob frowned.
“Earl Fallon is a damn meddler and he’s got whatever words are coming to him,” he said, speaking the truth as far as he was concerned. Jake gave him one of his new “son knows best” looks.
“If Earl hadn’t hinted something was up Dad, you and I would have never figured things out,” Rob raised an eyebrow at that. “Figured things out” was an interesting way of putting what the two of them had done the last few days. He just shook his head, not willing to think about that. There had been plenty of sex this weekend and knowing his son, there would be plenty more coming to him before the night was through.
“It’s none of his business,” he said, sounding petulant even to his own ears. “None of anyone’s damn business.”
Even Matty’s? Jake thought, biting his lip to stop himself from spilling the beans. Instead, he turned his attention back to another pressing matter.
“So...what are we going to tell people once you start showing?” he said, already imagining the groan of annoyance the question was sure to bring up, and true to form, Rob did just that, rubbing at his eyes, as if the simple thought was exhausting.
“I don’t have a straight answer for you, Jake,” Rob said, truthful for once. “I sure wish I did.” Another pause, this one filled with a sense of foreboding. “I’ll figure something out. I always do.” Jake frowned at that, thoroughly unconvinced, but he left it be for now. He had his own plans in motion, and besides, he’d rather stay on Rob’s good side so he could get some more ass or pussy before he headed home tomorrow.
The night passed as both men expected, their naked bodies clashing together under the sweaty sheets of their shared bed. Sleep came for both of them far quicker than either would like, and when Jake was awoken by the early morning sun shining through the window, he found his dad’s side of the bed empty, long cold.
A scent of bacon and brewing coffee told him all he needed to know about Rob McManus activities, and he rose, naked as was his new norm, down the hall and into the kitchen. Rob was waiting for him as he expected, Caleb in tow on his lap. He was experimenting with a formula and rice concoction for the new baby and having only a minor amount of luck so far. Jake smiled. Little bro’s like me, Dad. He wants it straight from the tap. He shook that thought from his head, dick still exhausted from last night.
Sitting down at his spot of the table, he pulled aside the aluminum foil that was keeping his portion of breakfast warm, the steaming scent of eggs and bacon making his stomach rumble. He ate quickly, fork scrapping against the plate, his appetite nearly ravenous. No one said a word, and the only other sounds in the house were the mouths of Rob’s sons eating and the slow, steady hum of the refrigerator. Setting aside his plate for the moment, Jake turned his attention back to his dad.
“I hate to dine and dash like this, Dad, but I’ve got a long drive ahead of me.” Rob nodded, seemingly having prepared himself ahead of time. There would be no tears or shattered goodbyes. They both knew that Jake was going to be back home, sooner than later, so they enjoyed this small quiet moment of father and son bonding. Rob kissed the top of his son’s head, before saying,
“Promise me you’ll drive safe, Jake, ok?” he asked, full Dad mode. Jake nodded, any hint of teenage rebellion faded away. He was going to be a dad himself, so he had better start acting like it. He gave Rob one last fierce hug and a quick peck on his brother’s cheek, before stepping out the door and back on the road where he belonged. Going back to school felt even more like a joke than it ever had before. His life, his future, was back in Seattle at the home that he would soon share with his dad. But first, he had to clean up some messes that had been created along the way.
He pulled his phone out of his pocket and opened the navigation app. When he had suggested that he and Matty meet sometime, just something super casual, the young man had practically jumped out of the screen to make it happen. He almost had to laugh about it. Brace yourself, Dad, he thought, taking a deep breath himself, If you thought Earl Fallon was trouble, wait until you see what I end up doing.
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III.
Jake found the place easy enough. A little rinky-dink coffee shop, situated not too far from the North Seattle College within walking distance from the tiny gym that Matty worked at part-time. He was still learning about Mateo’s complicated living situation, but it sounded like Matty’s life was a constant juggling act. A part of Jake was impressed. He wasn’t sure how well he would have handled all of that stress and obligation piled up on him, but perhaps he was going to find out. He was going to be a father in less than 9 months, and he was certain that time was going to fly by in the blink of an eye.
When he entered the coffee shop, he spotted Matty hunkered down in a corner, trying to look inconspicuous. That was pretty difficult when you were as classically handsome and boyish as he was, and that wasn’t even considering how his caramel skin stood out in the sea of lighter skin tones. Matty was scanning the room, a slightly nervous expression on his face, clearly keeping an eye out for Jacob. Then, like a magnet detecting its match, Matty’s head turned in his direction and their eyes met. He saw those eyes widen, looking visibly shocked, and then, a look of youthful delight tumbled over his face crushing his worried expression like an avalanche.
Jake had to stop himself from laughing as he watched Matty enthusiastically wave at him, like a kid trying to get his dad’s attention in a crowded room. Which might have been an apt description if past behavior was any indication. He put a small smile on his face, controlled but genuine, and walked confidently over to where Matty was sitting. He saw the shorter boy try and push his chair out so he could rise and meet Jake at eye level, but Jake shook his head, dropping down in a chair across the tiny table from him.
“Hey man, what’s up?” he said, reaching a hand out, and was pleasantly surprised when Matty gave him an actual handshake, the kind that he would expect from an adult. So mature, even for his age.
“Not much,” Matty replied, trying to sound casual. “You?” Jake shrugged.
“About the same.” There was a short period of awkward silence, both boys smiling at each other but seemingly incapable of carrying on the conversation beyond the most basic of niceties. Finally, Jake broke out in nervous laughter, breaking the spell, and Matty joined in.
“Sorry, bro,” he said, shaking his head. “I told myself coming here this wasn’t going to be awkward, but…” he let the implication die, but he could tell by the knowing nod Mateo gave him that he felt the same way.
“I get it,” Matty said, slightly shy. “I was kind of surprised you wanted to meet me,” he admitted. “Given my, uh, relationship with your father.” Jake smirked, and enjoyed the slight darkening of the dark golden skin on Matty’s face. Getting down to business already? Good. He shrugged, as if having lunch with his dad’s exes was a perfectly normal occurrence.
“It’s no big deal,” he said, super casual. “Not unless we make it one right?” The look on Matty’s face suggested he was anything but convinced, but he nodded along anyways.
“I gotta admit,” Jake said, his voice becoming more conspiratorial. “I wouldn’t have pegged my dad as your type.” Matty only gave off the softest pings on his gaydar, and none of those signs pointed toward the young man falling head over heels for an old stick in the mud like Robert McManus. Matty shook his head at Jake’s words, looking something close to aghast.
“Mr. McManus was great!” he exclaimed. “If anything, he was too good for me.” Mr. McManus? Jake thought, trying not to laugh. Someone is really into the respectful thing. That actually made sense, he realized. As much as Rob might have liked being manhandled and bossed around by his oldest son, he wasn’t sure that leeway would have been extended beyond his flesh and blood.
“I don’t know about that,” Jake said, and then took on a more sympathetic tone. “What Dad did to you to wasn’t too cool, bro.” He watched a complicated string of emotions pass over Mateo’s face: surprise, hurt, anger, acceptance, and then the calm response.
“Just because Mr. McManus is older than you or me, doesn’t mean he doesn’t make mistakes.” He said, compassion baked into his answer. “I’m sure he would do things differently now if he could.” Jake blinked, surprised by this reaction. Damn. This kid really is too good for my dad. Hell, he’s too good for me. Better not to think along those lines. The waters in the McManus pool were muddy enough already.
“You’re more forgiving then I would be,” he admitted, and then added, “But I guess you’re just an understanding kind of guy. Given my dad’s...you know,” he waved his hand at that, assuming Matty would pick up his meaning, and seeing only confusion on the other boy’s features, he came out and said it, “His pussy.”
Matty sat back, face red as a tomato, and Jake couldn’t hold in the laughter.
“Sorry man,” he said, not really feeling sorry at all. “Your face is too much.” Matty smiled at that, shyly, not sure he was being made fun of or not.
“...I didn’t expect Mr. McManus to be...built that way,” he admitted, pinking up some more. There was a long pause as he considered if he should share his next thought. “I didn’t think I would like it…”
That sobered Jake up. He remembered being in a similar boat as Matty not all that long ago and how it took him some time to wrap his head around his dad’s unusual genital configuration. Now, after so many times inside his old man, he couldn’t imagine it any other way.
“I know what you mean,” he said. “You wouldn’t think a guy like him would have something like that.” He said vaguely. He considered that he might be hinting at a greater breadth of knowledge than either he or Robert would be comfortable with, but he found he really didn’t care all that much. Whether he or his dad liked it, this young, shy boy sitting across from him was now irrevocably connected to the McManus family.
“You know…” he started, deciding to push things to the next level. “There’s been some changes since the last time you saw Rob.” Matty’s eyes widened at that, curiosity getting the better of him.
“What do you mean?” Jake looked away for a moment, biting his lip, before putting it right out there.
“A few months ago...Dad had a kid.” There was silence, Jake not wanting to add any more fuel to the fire and Matty gawking at him, trying to process this new information. When Mateo finally responded, there was nothing short of wonder in his words.
“Mr. McManus gets to be a dad again…” Matty said. Something in Matty’s tone was odd, almost reverent. Jake nodded.
“Yeah...his name’s Caleb. He’s a sweet baby,” he said, and watched as Matty’s eyes lit up.
“He had a boy?” he asked, a curious excitement in his voice. “Wow. Mr. McManus must be so happy to get to raise another son.” That gave Jake pause. What a weird thing to say…
And yet...something about the words rang true, didn’t they? His dad did love raising another son. Jake shook his head, deciding now was neither the time nor the place to try and decipher that particular mystery. Matty, all eager attention now, surprised him again.
“Do you like having a younger brother?” Jake blinked, taking the words in. He hadn’t actually considered that. Not truly. It had been treated as a fact from the start that he would be a loyal and dutiful older brother to his new sibling, but that wasn’t set in stone. He could have hated the baby, spurned him and wished him dead for forever altering the relationship he and his father had.
That wasn’t true though. Jake knew to the base of his being that he loved his younger brother. Caleb was a gift not a curse, and if his time with Matty was teaching him anything, the gift kept on giving.
“Yeah…” he admitted, running a finger across the wood grain of the table. “Caleb’s pretty cool.” Mateo smiled at that, warm and inviting, like the morning sun. Jake felt his heart skip for a moment. I get it now, Dad. Matty had a suddenly wistful expression on his face, his eyes looking into some imagined scene.
“Caleb’s other dad must be really proud too,” he said, calm and even toned. Jake blinked for a moment, confused by the words, until it hit him. Even with the obvious timing, Matty still didn’t understand he was the dad. He was tempted to spill the beans and just come out and say it, but something made him stop. Maybe it was the location, or maybe something in Matty’s demeanor told him a different approach was necessary.
“I’m sure he does,” he said, voice tactful. “You know...I’m going to be a dad soon too.” Matty’s eyes lit up again.
“Oh! Congratulations!” he said, and took Jake’s hand into his own, shaking Jake’s hand. Jake just grinned, stunned silent by the absurdity of the situation. My Dad’s former baby daddy is shaking my hand after knocking up my own dad. What could you really say to top that?
“Yeah, Dad’s real excited,” the words just came out of his mouth, his cock twitching under the table. Matty seemed not to notice, and nodded along, as if that was a perfectly normal thing to say under the circumstances.
They chatted some more, exchanging stories, some exaggerated, but all true in the purest essence. With each minute that passed, Jake decided that Mateo Reyes wasn’t his rival. No, this poor kid never stood a chance against him. But that was just it. Matty wasn’t interested in a fight. He was interested in a connection. In family. And, as the minutes passed and their coffee went cold, he realized he felt pretty good about Matty thinking that way about him.
“Hey,” he started to say, as they rose to head their separate ways. “Why don’t I bring you over to my dad’s house sometime so you can meet my little bro.” So you can finally meet your son. Matty nodded enthusiastically at that, excited like a puppy being told he was going to get to go for a walk. Jake smiled at Matty and continued.
“I’ve got some things to take care of at school, but I’ll be free after,” he pulled out his phone and opening Instagram, he typed in the digits. “Give me a call when you get the chance and let’s set something up.”
“Okay!” Matty said, all smiles. There was a moment where Matty put a hand out to shake Jake’s, while Jake was moving in for a hug. They ended up settling on a bro hug, chuckling into each other’s ears, and in a moment of pure impulsivity, Jake kissed Matty on the cheek, the corners of his lips just barely touching Matty’s. He expected a strong reaction, revulsion, anger, even cruel amusement, but like the man the emotions were attached to, the reaction was all sweetness and kindness.
For one brief moment, Jake wanted to drag Matty back to his car, throw the young man in the backseat, and make out with him like neither had a care in the world. But he shook his head, letting the fantasy drift away like a cloud in the sky, and returned Matty’s gentle smile with a wider one of his own. Some things weren’t meant to be, but if all went according to plan, something greater would take its place.
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IV.
Every day at Jeffries Construction was an awkward affair. Rob and Earl had not spoken a single word in person to one another since the fateful confrontation in the trailer last week. The game of avoidance was a delicate dance, one that Robert had plenty of experience with over the years and was comfortable, if not pleased to participate in. Not everyone at work was so willing to call it quits.
“Robert, I know what goes on in your private life is none of my business,” Lilian said, in her most placating voice, “and Lord knows I’ve stuck my foot in it with you more than once around here, but hon, you and Earl...you gotta make up.” Rob gave her a look, slightly disbelieving as if proving Lil’s point. She was quick to go on the defensive.
“I’m not saying you did anything wrong, Robert. Earl Fallon has a mouth that can run a 100 meters before his brain manages to take a step, but you boys are driving us crazy!” she said, the exasperation clear. Despite himself, Rob couldn’t help but smile a bit, the edge of a bearded lip curling.
“I know, Lil. Sorry about that,” he said, which earned him an impressed look from Lilian, who was clearly not expecting him to agree with her.
“Well, since you are in such an accommodating mood,” she teased, “How about you tell me a little about what is going on?” She was prepared for his disapproving glare. “Sometimes these things need a woman’s touch.” He sighed, realizing he wasn’t about to get her off the scent any easier than Earl Fallon had. He turned to her, chest deflated, looking mighty nervous for the first time.
“Lil…,” he began, feeling that old sense of shame rise within as he formed the words in his mind. “I-I’m pregnant again.” He expected scorn, a jeer, maybe even a gasp, but none of those things occurred. Instead, Lil brought her hand onto Rob’s, squeezing it sympathetically.
“You silly man, of course you are,” she said, low and sweet. “You’ve been showing the signs for a while now, even the boys were starting to notice.” Rob couldn’t help but blush at that, but Lil didn’t mock or make fun of him. Instead, she leaned forward and whispered to him.
“Now, Robert, I need you to listen to me real carefully, because what I’m going to tell you is awful important.” That caught his attention. “That baby of yours. Any baby of yours is a gift. A blessing. You should celebrate them, not try and hide them away.” He looked at her, almost in a state of disbelief. She said all of that as if here words were completely, undeniably true, and he could tell from the expression on her face, that for Lilian Cavanaugh, she was speaking gospel.
He heard himself scoff, the old wounded boy trying to rebuild the wall that Lil had so easily sidestepped.
“That’s easy for you to say.” he said, voice sore. “You’re normal. A woman. Not a freak like me.” That earned him a sharp pinch of his arm, and he audibly yelped.
“Oh, you stupid man!” she said, almost beside herself. “So worried about what you don’t got that you can’t see the gift you have right in front of you.” She jabbed him with one carefully manicure finger on his belly. “Robert McManus, you are not a freak. You’re a walking miracle, you big dummy. You can do something that no other man I’ve ever met can. Bring beautiful babies into this world.”
She said the words so sincerely, so free of moral judgment that for one heartbreaking moment, he actually believed her. Then like a leak that could never be fixed, the old self doubt began to seep back inside, filling him with its toxicity. He shook his head, sadly.
“Hah,” he said, no laughter in his tone. “Tell that to Earl Fallon.” Lil just rolled his eyes, throwing her hands in the air.
“You boys are always making such a big to-do over nothing,” she moaned, and normally Rob might agreed with her, but he wasn’t about to reveal the real context of their fight. He wasn’t prepared for where she took things next. “Robert, this nonsense has gone on far enough…”
She turned away from Rob, smoothing her dress as she sat down at the tiny desk with the two-way radio they sometimes used to get a hold of the men at job sites. Picking the radio up with her dainty fingers, she pressed the call button until a harried male voice responded, “Is that you, Ms. Cavanaugh?” Lil responded in the affirmative, all business now.
“Get Earl Fallon on the line, sweetie. Tell him its Lil, and its urgent,” she held a finger up to her lips and gave Rob a wink. There was a minute or two of silence, both adults waiting with baited breath.
“Lil!” Earl barked through the static. “What’s got your knickers all in a twist?” Rob put his head in his hands, wincing at Earl’s HR-nightmare language. Lil seemed unperturbed though. She was well used to the crudity of Earl Fallon.
“Earl, hon, I need you back at HQ,” she paused, giving Rob a look. “I’ve got a situation up here that needs your attention.” They both heard Earl scoff over the phone.
“Are you serious, can’t that useless McManus deal with anything himself?” Rob felt his blood boil, but Lil gave him a look, and he calmed himself enough to stay in his seat. “Things are busy out here, damnit!”
“Nevermind that, Earl. The kids can babysit themselves for an hour. Just get your butt back here, and pronto!” She turned off the radio, and wiped her hands together, a job well done.
“Lil...I don’t know about this,” Rob said, more than a hint of wariness in his voice. Lilian waved away his concerns.
“Nonsense, Robert,” she cooed. “I know you want to get back in Earl’s good graces, and I know even more than Earl wants it just as bad. You boys are just too darn stubborn to sit down and have an honest to goodness heart-to-heart,” she leaned back in her chair, a self-satisfied look on her face. “Which is why I had to step in and fix this whole stinking mess.”
Rob shook his head, clearly knowing when he was defeated, so he did the only thing he could do in the circumstances. He bunkered down and braced himself for the oncoming storm.
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V.
Jake debated long and hard whether to send the text or not. He wasn’t normally the type to hesitate, wasn’t prone to moments of self-doubt. If he had been, his relationship with his dad would have taken a far different path. So, he was a little confounded by this sudden bout of trepidation, especially over a relationship that seemed so inconsequential. After all, why should he be concerned if a stranger thought badly of him.
No, scratch that. Bill was a lot of things, and their relationship could hardly be called serious, but he was no stranger. Bill Beckham had shepherded Jake through a very unique and confusing moment in his life, where he was dangling between two worlds and afraid to plummet down into either. Bill had been a steadying influence, using his head in every sense of the word to distract Jake from the larger problems of the world. The man deserved more than a ghosting.
With nervous hands, Jake opened the app and sent Bill a friendly greeting. He didn’t have to wait long for a response.
Hey Jake! Glad to hear from you again. Hope things are good with the family.
Jake felt his heart ache a bit at that. Bill was looking out for him even now, and he was about to deliver some bad news.
Yeah, about that. Something came up that I need to talk to you about.
He explained the McManus household situation as succinctly and cleanly as he could, obviously excluding the details of his incestous relationship with his father. The other factors that mattered were all accounted for: being an uncle, helping his dad, finding out he was going to be a father, etc. etc. etc. Bill was real good at listening, even over text. He waited a good long while before responding.
Sounds like you got a lot on your plate, son. Does this mean you are going to be moving back home?
Jake bit his lip, feeling guilty, but knowing he had to tell the truth.
It does.
There was another long pause, and he could practically feel Bill deciphering how to respond to this new information, or lack thereof.
Makes sense. Looks like you’re moving on. I’m going to miss our times together.
That actually stung a little and Jake realized he felt the same way.
Me too, Bill.
There was nothing more for a good while and Jake was just beginning to wonder if he might have scared the divorcee off completely when a new text came through.
If you are going back to Seattle, then I need to make sure your last few weeks here are memorable.
A pause, and an addendum.
Assuming you want that, of course.
Jake grinned, and resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
Of course I want that dummy.
He considered if he should say the next part and then decided, Fuck it.
Is that offer for your ass still on the table?
The answer was almost instantaneous.
It sure is. Anytime you want it.
Jake grinned widely now, feeling that old festering lust in his veins.
Got time this afternoon?
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When Jake arrived at the Beckman residence, he found the door unlocked, so went ahead and let himself inside. That was a little game they played sometimes, just walking in, having his way with Bill, and walking out. Seemed a little risky, but it clearly turned on the older man to do it, so he was more than willing to indulge him. Besides, if he was being honest, he liked the feeling of being able to come and go as he pleased, like he was the man of the house. It was a role he was particularly well-suited to, in his opinion.
Today was special though, because he was giving Bill a gift he had been holding from the older man for quite some time. Bill had been awful patient with him, in more ways than one, and now that he had popped his dad’s cherry, he was ready to sample some more man-ass. Who’s better to start with than the man who had been a substitute for Robert McManus from the very beginning?
Walking down the hall, his sneakers announcing his arrival on the tiled floor, Jake found Bill waiting for him in the bedroom. The older man was completely naked, bent over on his hands and knees on the bed, patiently waiting for that McManus cock.
“Damn, Bill,” he said with a whistle. “You don’t play around, do you?” Bill turned his head back just far enough to give Jake a saucy grin.
“Not when it comes to a young man like you,” he said, giving his butt a tantalizing wiggle. With an invitation like that there was really no point in beating around the bush.
Jake hastily shucked off his t-shirt, with his jeans and underwear following just behind. He was already half hard when he stepped forward between Bill’s slightly parted legs. He cupped each cheek, enjoying the contrast of smooth skin after fondling his father’s furrier flesh so many times. Bill seemed to appreciate the attention.
“I’m ready for you whenever you want to slide in, son,” Bill purred, winking at Jake with his hole.
Raising an eyebrow, Jake dipped a finger between Bill’s cheeks and found the hidden spot damp and sticky. He grinned. The old man had prelubed, and by the elasticity of his hole, had probably down some stretching ahead of time too. Jake went from half-hard to fully loaded in a heartbeat. It turned out a put together dad with a hidden slut side was his kryptonite.
He nudged his cockhead against that loosened hole, letting the tip kiss along those hungry lips. He didn’t push it though, not right away. He wanted to give Bill an out, just this once, before they got started, because once Jake slid inside that tight heat, he knew he wasn’t going to stop no matter how Bill reacted.
If Bill detected the hesitancy in Jake’s mind, he showed no sign. In fact, he did the opposite, pushing back with his hole, massaging the leaky head of Jake’s cock with his eager asslips. There was no signal more obvious than that.
Jake pushed inside in one fluid motion, not rough, but firm and steady. A beast of a vehicle pulling into its designated parking spot. He hit bottom quick enough, the roots of his black pubes scratching against Bill’s sensitive trench. Jake allowed himself a moment just to bask in the tight heat of Bill Beckham’s hole. He had little to compare it to other than his own father’s, which he was always going to prefer no matter the man or the situation, but Bill’s grip was second to none. And even better, Bill had no qualms about his body’s pleasure.
Bill looked at him again, over the shoulder, a thin sheen of sweat already forming on his brow. No surprise there given Jake’s heft. The older man was all grins though, lighter blue eyes sparkling.
“Feel good?” he asked, giving Jake’s cock a squeeze and eliciting a boyish laugh from the younger man.
“Feels fucking insane,” he hissed, then admitted. “I should have down this right from the start.” Bill hummed at that, the idea pleasing him.
“I would have let you,” he whispered, and then after a moment’s consideration added, “But someone else deserved it first.” The statement nearly floored Jake. He hadn’t expected Bill to be so perceptive, but he shouldn’t have been surprised. The older man had set out to please him from day one, so obviously he was going to pick up on the subtext. He didn’t pry though, just stated his understanding, a far cry from the usual drama that followed his relationship with Robert.
“Well, you got me all to yourself now,” he said, knowing this was likely going to be a one and done. “I’m not leaving until you are wet and leaking.” At that, Bill laughed, a sighing kind of laugh full of restrained excitement. For Bill Beckham, having a young man like Jacob McManus taking his pleasure from his body was like a dream come true and he was in no rush to wake up.
When Jake began to thrust, firm and steady strokes that brushed against Bill’s prostate with each movement, the older man practically started melting into the bed. Some men were made to bottom and Bill was obviously one of those guys.
“Yes, Jake,” he moaned, letting himself get taken on the ride, his thick body jiggling with each impact. “Use my hole. It’s all yours.”
Taking those words to heart, Jake’s thrusts quickened, enough to increase both men’s heartrates but not risk pushing either over the edge. Unlike with his dad, where he sometimes wanted to breed at the first available opportunity, with Bill he felt a desire to drag out the pleasure, like a chord that was held longer than it needed to and made your spine tingle.
Bill clearly appreciated his efforts. A low, breathy, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” escaping his mouth every minute or so. If they had both had the time, maybe they could have gone like this all day and night, young top taking his pleasure from the all too eager older bottom, but some things weren’t meant to last. Bill’s cries began to rise in pitch, not quickly or overly noticeable at first, but soon undeniable.
“Jake!” he said, body beginning to tremble. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to…!”
If Bill had wanted Jake to stop or even slow down, he had completely read the room wrong. Jake kept up his pace, maintaining the same gait, speed, and positioning that was driving Bill crazy. It wasn’t long before the older man was spilling his seed onto the cream-colored towel he had set out for himself. A tiny, sharp, “AHH!!” was the only initial warning, but the violent tremors that shot through Bill’s body gave it all away.
As Bill Beckham spent the first of what he hoped was many loads onto the bed, Jake continued to pound unabated, feasting on the gripping hole that seemed like it was made to take his cock. Orgasm had done little to slow Bill down. If anything, it had peeled away a layer of the man exposing an even deeper core of erotic intent.
Bill’s hips, met Jake’s now, beat for beat, a hard SLAP filling the room with each point of connection. Bill’s knees began to shake, the effort of maintaining the target taking its toll, but he didn’t complain. He couldn’t have formed the words to do so even if he wanted to. It was effort enough just taking in quick breaths full of oxygen in the few desperate moments when Jake’s cock exited his opened body.
Bill eventually collapsed onto the bed, his body going flat and prone, and Jake didn’t miss a beat, climbing on top of the older man and jump fucking his hole, letting gravity power his thrusts. He listened to the air being punched out of Bill’s lungs, the wet squelching noises his hole was beginning to make, and the slippery slide of the divorcee’s damp skin. This was what sex was supposed to be like, he realized. No careful, feminine, gentle pussy bullshit. His interest in man ass had jumped from curious to obsessed in the span of one week.
He pummeled Bill into the mattress, their skin-on-skin contact making audible wet slapping sounds as he bounced on Bill’s meaty body. It wasn’t going to be long now, he realized, feeling that old familiar churning deep in his balls. When the orgasm hit, he slammed his hips home, growling into Bill’s ear, his tongue, hungry for aged flesh, flitting along the lobe. Beneath him, Bill sighed contentedly, one hand holding onto Jake’s hips to try and hold the younger man in place. That made Jake chuckle. As if he would ever willingly pull out.
They stayed like this for a while, young man on top of older man, the weight and balance of the two feeling right as rain. Jake, caught in the afterglow, began smothering Bill’s neck with wet sloppy kisses, his own free hand holding Bill’s head to the side so he could get a better target. Bill wasn’t complaining. This was the kind of treatment he had been dreaming of for weeks now. It was a shame it had to happen so late in the game.
Halted hips soon picked up a new rhythm, with short, jabbing motions mixed with the occasional flourish of the pelvis to spice things up. Jake grinned, hearing Bill whimper into the mattress. He was going to make him cum again, and the thought was as exciting as spilling his seed inside Bill had been. This time when it happened, Bill’s body actually seized and he cried out, “Jake!” before the trembling overcame him completely.
When Jake finally dismounted, Bill actually whined, a tiny, “nooo…” pouring out of his mouth before he could stop himself.
“Sorry man,” Jake said, not wanting the sex to end either, but he had an entire life he had to pack up for.
Bill didn’t hold it against him, bouncing back into his old, neighborhood dad vibe like a rubber band. Jake declined Bill’s invitation to join him in the shower. The idea of hot water cascading over both of their naked bodies sounded like the best thing in the world right now, but he knew in his heart it was a bad idea. If he joined him in that steamy cubicle, they would inevitably get started up again and Jake couldn’t allow this to go on any longer than it already had.
He was more than willing to settle for Bill’s second option, and he kicked back while the older man slowly, sensually wiped his soiled flesh down with a damp washcloth. It felt more than good, he realized as his eyes started to droop. He was going to pass out, half-hard cock hanging out there for Bill to play with if he wasn’t careful. Jake the only one enjoying the treatment either if the little pecks Bill was sneaking in between rubs meant anything. He was prepared to say something, to stop this play in its tracks, but Bill beat him to the punch.
“I know,” Bill said, a little guilty, but more resigned. “You’ve got your life to get back to.” Jake nodded, and felt another swell of affection for this man. He pulled Bill close to him, kissing him, not too hard, not soft. The perfect middle. A Goldilocks kiss. When he pulled away, lips wet with Bill’s saliva, he saw the naked love in the older man’s eyes, even though Bill was trying to box it away.
Getting dressed was a more laborious affair, the end of their time together drawing closer with each tie of a shoestring. By the time he had buttoned and zipped up his jeans, Jake had already made up his mind what to do.
“I’m deleting the app,” he said to Bill, and the other man nodded, seemingly suspecting that was going to be the case. Bill Beckham’s face was a mask of stoic, dadbro energy. So, Jake was more than happy for what was going to come next.
“That’s why you need to give me your phone number before I leave,” he said, and was rewarded with the pleasure of watching Bill’s face light up like a child who just walked into a surprise party thrown all for him.
Bill, still gloriously naked, marched straight to his dresser and pulled out his phone. He hastily pressed a series of buttons, before setting the device aside and turning back to the young man who he had caught feelings for over the last few weeks.
“Thank you, Jake,” he said, all gratitude. Jake just nodded, not trusting himself to say anything under the glare of such obvious adoration, and with one last lingering kiss goodbye, he left Bill’s house, perhaps for the last time.
On the way back to the dorms, he pulled over to get gas, and while he waited, listening to the tank fill, he pulled up the app. He scrolled past the series of unread messages from the hot and horny, finding the one he was looking for.
Bill Beckham (xxx) xxx-xxxx
Grinning to himself, Jake copied the info into a new contact for his phone, and quickly drafted his own message.
Hey Bill, it’s Jake. Glad I get to chat with you off the app for once.
There was a notable pause, long enough for Jake to get back in his car, buckle up, and start the engine. He was about to pull out of his spot, when he got the notification.
I feel the same way, son. Thanks for sharing your number with me.
Jake smiled to himself, finding the drive back to the dorms to be peaceful for the first time in a good long while. He was back in his tiny room, going through items to keep or get rid of when he heard a familiar ding.
You’re a real special man, Jake. I hope whoever you end up with knows and appreciates that.
Jake, grinning broadly, wasted no time in his reply.
I know. Then deciding not to beat around the bush. And he does too.
He tossed the phone aside, finished with any more chatting for the moment. It was time to let go of the past and start preparing himself for the future. I’m going to be a father, he thought, the awe of it hitting him properly for the first time. And I don’t know what the hell I’m doing.
Overcome by the ludicrousness of the situation, he started laughing, loud enough that he had to put his face in the t-shirt he was folding to muffle the sounds. It was only when he had regained control of himself enough that he let the garment drop down into his suitcase.
Jacob McManus, father-to-be. I kind of like the sound of that..
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