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I.
The bedroom, dim light slipping between the blinds on the windows, was filled with the low, familiar sounds of two men making love. More specifically, the tail end of a frantic, morning session that was quickly becoming the new norm each time the sun rose. Robert McManus, flat on his back, thick and hairy legs spread, was clutching onto his son’s shoulders as Jacob slowly and lazily thrust into his father’s open and willing body. He had already come once, the typical toe-curling experience, and was still a ways off from his second orgasm. Robert could feel it though, a monster of sensation looking to rob him of his sense once more, and he had to shake his head to slow the fine sheen of sweat from dripping into his eyes.
“Jake…” he said, more moan than word. “I need to...get ready for work.” Jake, covered in his own layer of perspiration, looked down at his father, a randy grin on his youthful face.
“Not until I’m done,” he said, thrusting against his father’s prostate and drawing another sweet moan from his father. “Not until I feel you come one more time.” Rob groaned in heated frustration, pulling his son down closer to his ample body, so Jake couldn’t see the flush of pleasure cross his features. With his face buried in his boy’s neck, he breathed in Jacob’s morning musk, feeling himself become lighter by the moment.
As much as Robert would deny it, ever since he and his boy officially got together he had been having the best sex of his life. The mindblowing kind that cheap pornos always promised but real life rarely delivered upon. Jake was relentless in his pursuit of his father’s body and the mutual pleasure he could wring from their masculine forms. By McManus household standards, today was positively leisurely. Multiples orgasms were practically a guarantee, almost a necessity as far as Jake was concerned, and even though Rob’s pussy was exhausted, still reeling from the constant heightened usage, he could feel that slow buildup in his core. The fire in the pit of his stomach was glowing brighter by the minute.
The way Jake’s body moved, his chest touching his dad’s hairier form, was a fine torture. The young man pushed and pulled, his reedy pelvis dragging across Robert’s enflamed clitoris with each thrust, slowly driving his father mad. Rob eyes, already watery from the constant stimulation looked at his son pleadingly.
“Jake, I need more,” he gasped, not bothering to hide his embarrassment or his body’s reaction. Jake’s response wasn’t one of confusion or disdain. In his son’s face was only a naked amusement and overwhelming affection. Sex was meant to be like this: deep, often, and overwhelming in sensation.
“Yeah?” Jake whispered, his voice more heated now. “You need your son to push you over the edge? Show you what you were made for?” One particularly well angled thrust had Rob seeing stars.
“Yes, Jake. Please!” Jake’s hips pistoned harder now, a well-oiled machine built for fucking cunt, even his own father’s.
“Say it,” he commanded, eyes locked on his father’s, a submissive reflection of his own domineering blues. “Tell me who owns this cunt!”
“You do!” Robert gasped, the tears spilling now as the flame burned hotter overwhelming his body. “This cunt belongs to you!” Jake’s grin was wild, almost manic.
“Prove it,” he said, voice sharp with pleasure. “I want to feel that cunt come for me like its supposed to.” The powder has been set and the match was lit, too late now. The fire in Rob’s loins erupted and he shouted in overwhelmed sensation as his vagina convulsed around his son’s length. Jake was pushed over the edge, and burying his face in his father’s armpit, he groaned out a stilted sentence while breathing in his father’s musky morning aroma.
“Fuck, I’m breeding you again!” Robert said nothing, his eyes and mouth wide as he rode the waves emanating from his loins. It was only the next words from his son that brought him back down to earth. “I love you, Dad.” Robert’s pussy pulsed in response.
“I...love you too...son,” Robert managed between shivers. His smile was wide and genuine, no masks in sight. “I’ll always love you. No matter what.” Jake buried his face back under his father’s arm, basking in his aroma and banking those words. I’m counting on that, Dad…
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They both lay on the bed, damp with sweat and other more questionable fluids, waiting to catch their breath. Rob spoke first, light and tentative.
“Sometimes I wish it didn’t feel so good…” he admitted, not looking his son in the eyes. Jake, his dark hair sticking to his forehead, turned to glance at his father. He crawled over closer to the bigger man, letting his head rest on his father’s hairy chest, looking more like the young boy Rob used to remember and not the young man who had just dumped a load inside him.
“Yeah?” he asked, eyes imploring for a deeper explanation. Rob avoided his oldest son’s gaze for a moment, grasping onto a final strand of dignity, before the power of those eyes drew him out. He gave Jake a curt nod before chancing a peek at his son’s eager face.
“Yeah,” he confirmed, glad for once that his face was already flushed from their recent lovemaking. “You drive me wild.” As much as the confession embarrassed him, the wide, toothy grin his son gave him more than made up for any discomfort. Jake’s hand roamed south, and Rob was about to stop the wandering for fear of putting his privates though another ordeal, until the agile fingers stopped on his abdomen, rubbing along the gently furred flesh in tight circles. Rob’s breath caught as he realized his son was rubbing on the beginnings of the baby bump starting to form there.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Jake said, teasingly, his lips found his father’s left nipple and nipped at it playfully. Instinctively, Rob reached for his son’s head, but instead of pulling the offending article away, the thick fingers simply grabbed damp handfuls of hair, as if unsure which way to pull. He turned his head away from the intimate sight, staring at an old ding on the wall to try and ground himself.
“Jake…” he whimpered, even now wanting to give in to his son’s desires. “I have to go to work…” He imagined the look Jake must be giving him, a boyish pout around his mouthful of McManus nipple, and for a moment his heart ached. Then he felt Jake’s pout grew into a playful smile around his perked up flesh, and he knew all was well in the world.
“Alright, old man,” Jake teased, wiping drool off of his lips. “Go out and make us some money.” He gave Rob’s pelvis one more hot look, and then rolled off of his father, finally giving Rob some much needed space to move. Even so, Robert rose from their shared bed only reluctantly, his tired body protesting the choice, before striding across the room, opening the cracked door, and stepping into the hallway toward the bathroom.
Jacob lay prone on the mattress, the disheveled sheets crooked around his lower legs, before he too rose with a sigh and began the trek in the opposite direction, toward his old boyhood bedroom that now housed his infant brother. As expected, little Caleb was sleeping away. He peered down at his little brother, grinning as he watched the baby yawn dramatically. He reached into the crib and collected Caleb into his arms.
“Hungry, little bro?” he asked quietly, in the gentle voice he reserved for his younger brother. “We better get you fed up. You’ve got an exciting day ahead of you.”
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II.
When Robert stepped into the kitchen, fully dressed in his denims after a much needed shower, he found both of his sons waiting for him by the kitchen table. Caleb, skin practically glowing in the pale morning light shining through the window, was happily slurping away at the bottle of formula Jacob was feeding him.
“Hey,” Jake said, glancing away from the younger brother tucked in his arms for a moment to address his father. “Breakfast is still in the toaster.” Breakfast was 2 pieces of whole wheat bread, no condiments. For once, his oldest son was actually following orders and not being lazy. The morning sickness, despite beginning to fade after several long weeks, had been a constant nuisance so Robert had learned the hard way to eat simple and eat light each morning just in case. He took a bite of bread, not saying anything to his boys, instead swiping through emails on his phone, searching for anything that might be considered pressing.
“How have things been with Uncle Earl?” Jake asked, casual-like, as Caleb finished his bottle. Robert didn’t bother taking his eyes off the phone.
“Fine, I suppose,” he said, between swallows of grain. He paused, frowning. “Well, mostly.” That caught Jacob’s attention.
“Mostly?” Robert’s frown deepened, as if the thought of Earl Fallon was dredging up confused feelings within him.
“I don’t know. Things have been good, just…” he trailed off, considering how to express something that felt so tenuous. “He’s been kinda cagey, I guess.” Jake raised an eyebrow, not saying another word, but tucking the information away for later consideration. He glanced at the wall clock.
“Better get going if you want to beat the traffic, Dad,” he said, doing his best to not sound reluctant at the idea of being separated from Robert for even a handful of hours. The pining routine was only cute for so long. Rob gave him a sympathetic look, crossed the room his work boots clomping on the floor, and bending forward gave his youngest a quick peek on the head and his oldest a much wetter version on the lips that lingered far too long.
“Behave yourself,” Rob said, all Dad now. Jake shot him a “Who me?” look, before holding his infant brother up in front of him like a shield.
“I’ll make sure he stays out of trouble.” Rob gave him one more knowing glance, and then made his way out the door, the sound of the lock sliding into place behind him. Jake waited until he heard the Tahoe roar to life and the sound of the engine growing distant with each second as it drove away. It was time. He set his brother back in his seat, quickly checking that the little guy was secure, before pulling up his own phone from his pocket and sending the first text to Matty.
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Robert was eternally grateful that work at Jeffries Construction Co. had settled back into something approaching normality. He could go into the office, greet whatever employees happened to be hanging out at the dusty trailer instead of working, and sip on the burnt coffee before laying down his marching orders. After so many weeks of anxiety and paranoia, it felt almost surreal to just go about business as usual, so he decided to appreciate the rare calm while he could still take it all in.
Rob knew there were difficult conversations lying ahead. He could only hide the developing pregnancy so long before even the most dimwitted of his coworkers figured it out, but with both Earl and Lilian on his side, he knew he was in safe hands. The truth was, despite their squabbling, when the three of them worked together they were an unmovable force and it felt like there was no task too gargantuan to be overcome, even the implausible shock of male pregnancy.
Still...he had to wonder.
Earl Fallon was being weird as hell. No, not like his old asshole self. There were no inappropriate outbursts of anger or gritted teeth recriminations. Earl had well and truly made peace with Robert’s lifestyle choices, if you could call them that. His best friend in all the world was going to pop out his own son’s kid and that was that. Earl, when faced with seemingly insurmountable hurdles, had a way of compartmentalizing the niggling factors he found troublesome almost as good as Robert did. So, he was a little taken aback by his foreman’s recent behavior over the last few days.
It was hard to put a label on it. Jumpy might be the best word to use, and frankly Rob couldn’t blame him given the eyeful he had endured as the McManus household. He had expected stonewalling or a barrage of vaguely insulting comments dressed up as playful teasing, but something far different coursed off his old friend every time Earl laid eyes on him. Earl seemed to perk up the way an overstimulated chihuahua would, becoming a hyperactive mess of grizzled muscle, until he could find a reason, no matter how flimsy, to excuse himself. It was frankly puzzling and after spending so many weeks being on the outs with his old friend, Robert felt uncomfortable with the idea that there was yet more unfinished business at play.
He was lucky then to run into Earl at the trailer when he arrived. Lil had taken the day off, bemoaning some sick niece or some such other alibi, so the foreman had been stuck on watch duty waiting to see what Robert would demand of their crew before making a hasty exit to the safety of the nearest busy job site. Earl was already sweating when Rob entered the tight quarters, a faintly ripe smell, sour and masculine dripping from his pores.
“Morning, Earl,” Rob said, congenially, not expecting to run into the wiry old man right off the bat. He created some busy work to occupy himself with as he tried to collect his thoughts, peering discreetly from behind his chipped mug as he took the measure of today’s version of Earl Fallon. It wasn’t a far cry from what he had anticipated. Anxious energy rolled off of Earl in tangible waves that made Rob’s considerable hair stand on end. Frustrated, he set the mug down harder than he had meant to, making Earl’s eyes draw straight to him.
“Earl, I want to apologize about what you saw a few days ago,” he started to say. He had worried that he would have to explain himself, but the slightly panicked look on Earl Fallon’s face told him the other man knew exactly what he was referring to. He supposed it wasn’t everyday you saw your boss and best friend getting diddled by that same man’s son. He fought past the blush spreading across his cheeks, glad he was sitting down so Earl couldn’t see the tension in his legs, and continued.
“Jacob, well, he’s at that age,” he said sagely. “Just doesn’t know how to behave himself sometimes.” Earl held a hand up, eyes looking desperate, his desire to end the conversation plain as day.
“It’s fine. I get it!” Earl said, an uncharacteristic shakiness in his voice. Rob frowned, slid his coffee mug to the side to look more seriously at his friend.
“I didn’t want you to see us that way,” he continued, sounding more shamefaced than he truly felt. “I hoped we’d get to ease you into it.” Earl gave him an incredulous look.
“Friend,” he said, exasperated. “There’s no easing into something like that.” Earl rose to his feet, grabbing his canteen as he did so. “I just got a bit more of an eyeful than I bargained for is all.” He planted his helmet flat on his head, looking suddenly serious as he strapped the band in place, and made for the door.
“Whoa there!” Rob shouted, chasing him out through the airy opening. Earl was already halfway to his truck in the lot, a fine trail of dust following him. “I got something I want to ask you!” He saw Earl halt in his tracks, his body going rigid, before forcibly loosening. He stepped down onto the ground and walked behind Earl, turning the man around to face him, noting how sallow Earl looked out in the brightness of the early morning sun.
“Now, we haven’t always been eye-to-eye about my...situation,” he started, both of them pinkening at the words. “But, well, you’ve always been family in my book and, uh…” he rubbed a hand through his hair awkwardly, giving Earl an eyeful of hairy armpit in the process while missing how Earl’s blush deepened a shade at the movement. “It would mean a lot to me, and to Jake too, if you could be the godfather of our child,” he watched in real time as the words slowly sank into Earl Fallon’s overcooked brain. “You don’t got to say yes or anything, I just…I can’t think of any other man I would trust them with more is all.”
Earl didn’t answer for a long moment, his eyes cast downward, swallowed by the hard plastic of his helmet and lost in some private contemplation, until he raised his head, fixing Robert with a damp gaze that made his grayer blue eyes shimmer like a foggy lake.
“Of course I’ll be the godfather, you fucking idiot,” he hissed, and like clockwork he pulled Robert into a fierce hug. In that glorious moment, any tension that existed between the pair evaporated into the atmosphere and they were left as the purest versions of themselves, true brothers-in-arms, always there for each other through thick and thin, through heaven and hell. It was what both of them truly valued in the deepest recesses of their hearts.
It was only as the hug lingered that a new sudden glint of sensuality surfaced, one that Rob had never experienced from his old friend before, a hot quiver of tension and that shot straight to his cunt like a spark of static electricity. The pair parted instantly, wide-eyed, the connection severed like a cut cord. Before either man had the wherewithal to analyze the peculiar incident, Earl lowered his helmet and said in a rough, shaky voice,
“Better get going. They’re waiting for me at the site,” he didn’t wait for a response, turning as fast as he could toward his truck and swinging the door open with a mighty tug.
“Yeah, better get going,” Rob said, his mind blank. He watched Earl’s truck pull out of the lot and careen down the road as he massaged his shoulder where Earl’s arms had rested so intimately just moments ago.
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III.
Jacob strummed his fingers impatiently across the countertop, irritation bubbling from each tap on the fading granite. He was late.
Jake patted at his pockets, looking for his phone, but came up empty handed. He must have left it back in one of the bedrooms, probably Caleb’s. Despite the annoyance at not having any electronics to amuse himself, he couldn’t help but smile a little anyways. Caleb’s bedroom, formerly his big bro’s. You’re moving up in the world, little bro. He wondered for a few fleeting seconds what kind of man his little brother would grow up into. Would he be as much of a deviant horndog as his big bro? The thought made his smile widen, a touch wicked. Dad would really be in trouble then.
Those libertine thoughts scattered when he heard the screech of a car skid to a halt outside. Curious, his pulse thrumming with excitement, he strode impatiently over to the window facing the front lawn, and tried to peek out from behind the curtain as discreetly as he was able to. He spotted what looked like an old Civic that had clearly seen better days begin to back up down the road toward the front of the house. He supposed Matty must have accidentally driven past the house and was course correcting.
The smile on his face drooped a bit when he saw Mateo step out of the backseat of the car, not the driver’s as expected. He watched the bronze-skinned young man lean forward on the passenger side of the car to say something to the vehicle’s driver through the open window, and then step back as the Civic did a sharp U-turn and peeled away, coughing up asthmatic fumes from a rusty tailpipe. When Matty stepped up to the front door, Jake had already begun to open it, a disapproving look on his face.
“Did you seriously just get an Uber to come up here and see yo-my brother?” He asked, nearly blushing at his mistake. Matty gave him a sheepish smile, his dimples popping on his smooth cheeks.
“I don’t own a car, Jake,” he confirmed, not meeting Jake’s eyes. “And my cousin is borrowing my mom’s today, so…” The explanation trailed off, and Jacob suddenly felt lousy, having once again unwittingly pointed out the diminished circumstances of Mateo’s life circumstances. Still, he could make it up to the young man, especially if everything went according to plan.
“Text me your Venmo info and I’ll pay for the trip,” he demanded, giving Matty a stern look. “And don’t even think about saying no.” He paused in his lecture at the look on Matty’s face, a peculiar cross between embarrassment and amusement. “What?” he asked, wondering how he ended up on the ass end of an inside joke he didn’t recall telling.
“Nothing,” Matty said, shaking his head. “You just...you reminded me of Robert.” At those words, undeniably spoken as a reverent compliment, Jake couldn’t hide the blush that came over his face, so he quickly turned away, grinning tightly before he responded.
“Follow me down the hall,” he said, already moving. It was really only several hundred meters from Point A to Point B, but the monumental nature of what was about to happen made Jacob feel like he was a man taking his first steps on the moon, as if he was living in the precarious moment between a dramatic before and after. When he slowly creaked open the door to Caleb’s bedroom, there was no fanfare, no parade, just the usual, comfortable silence. He quietly walked over to the crib and gestured for Matty to come closer.
Matty stood by the doorway, arms crossed at the elbows, seemingly nervous about entering this private sanctum, but once he took the first step, he moved like he belonged here and always had. As Matty leaned forward over the crib to look down at his infant son for the first time, Jacob realized it felt that way because it was undeniably true.
“This is my younger brother, Caleb,” Jacob said, proudly. This is your son.
The look on Matty’s face was one of pure adoration. Jake saw it then, clear as day. Matty had never met this baby, knew nothing about him other than one messy side of his parentage, but he could tell that Mateo loved him anyway. It was like watching destiny in action and his heart leapt in his chest. Maybe one day his other father would look at him that way. For a brief moment, Jake could feel his eyes begin to well up, but he forced the emotion back down.
“You can hold him if you want,” Jake said, answering Matty’s unspoken question. Mateo looked back at him, his eyes widening a fraction in surprise, but he seemed to jump at the chance to touch this tiny piece of Robert McManus. He reached downward, scooping the sleeping bundle of his own son up into his arms for the first time. Caleb’s eyes opened a fraction, looking up at the stranger who was holding him, but he didn’t cry like Jake feared, he only yawned loudly and began to drift off again, trying to lull his head into a more advantageous position for sleep.
“Hey, little guy,” Matty said, chuckling quietly. His grip on Caleb was natural and effortless, no doubt having held many a younger sibling in just such a way over the years. He looked back at Jake, a dopey smile on his face. “He’s so calm.”
“I guess he takes after his father,” Jake said, laughing inside his head, but like he expected Mateo missed the reference. Actually, he was starting to wonder how long it was going to take for Matty to pick up on the obvious parentage. There were so many clues: the timing of the pregnancy/birth, Rob’s obvious sexual timidity, the near-matching skin tones between father and son, and the mirror image in temperament. He sighed, bracing himself for what was coming. Someone was going to have to break the news to Matty, and it was going to happen today. The question was, would Matty remain the angel he had always presented himself as or would a secret devil finally rear its ugly head?
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IV.
Rob hightailed it down the freeway, eyes scrunched in worry as he looked in the rearview mirror at the brewing storm clouds behind him. Rob had never liked storms, especially as a child, remembering with a chilling weariness nights of being soaked to the bone. So engrossed in his thoughts, he almost slammed into a car that cut him off near the turnpike. The shrill honk of his Tahoe’s horn matched the expletives spat from his mouth, and despite his anxiousness, he forced himself to drive slower, not wanted to add bullets to an already loaded gun. Still, he told himself in a futile attempt at appeasement, if he kept the pace up he might just be able to make it back home before the worst of the rain hit.
As he continued on the road, eyes darting for more four-wheeled predators, his mind drifted back to Earl Fallon and the strange feeling that had crept between them. The thought of his old friend brought a new kind of nervous tension in his gut, a low roiling in his stomach far different from the tension that had existed between the pair when they were fighting over his relationship with Jake. That coil, exotic and yet so familiar felt like it would lead to answers he didn’t dare contemplate, so he glanced out the window, watching the gentle splatter of the first drops begin to hit the window, eager for any distraction he could find.
When he finally pulled into the driveway, saddling up next to his son’s vehicle, he opened the door of his truck and bolted for the front door, his heavy boots chomping on the pavement, while above him the ominous roar of thunder echoed knocking on his door. He frantically worked the jangle of keys on his overstuffed ring, looking for the one and only match, only to discover through chance or negligence Jake had left the front door unlocked. He didn’t question the small mercy, and entering the safety of his home, he slammed the front door behind him, shaking stray droplets of water off his body. Outside, lightning flashed, as if in anger. He had been lucky. Five minutes more and he would have been drenched.
“Jake,” he called down the hall, kicking his shoes off so he didn’t track any wet dirt onto the expensive wood. “I’m home, son.” As much as he hated a storm, he couldn’t deny that they sparked something in his libido. He and Jake had sex just that morning, yet already his traitorous flesh was tingling in anticipation at what his oldest son might have waiting for him. Despite himself, he couldn’t help but grin as he walked down the hall, letting his newly unbuttoned plaid melt off his back. He poked his head into their bedroom, eyes eager, and frowned when he saw the bed empty and unmade.
Figuring his two boys must be together in Caleb’s new bedroom, he peeled off his white T, which was starting to stain below the arms, letting it fall to the floor by the doorway, and had just unbuckled his belt and was working on the snap of his jeans as he entered the entry to Caleb’s room.
“How’s my good so-!” the words froze on his lips, his eyes wide and disbelieving as he took in the scene. He had expected to see Jake bent over the crib or maybe sitting next to it like a well-trained nanny, but Jacob was at the far end of the room, looking at his father with a shiteating grin. In the rocking chair, his chair, sat the last person he ever expected to see there.
Mateo Reyes glanced up at him shyly, as gorgeous as ever, his smile nervous but hopeful. He was holding Caleb, his own son in his arms with a reverence usually reserved for sacred idols.
“Hi, Mr. McManus.” Robert didn’t respond. He couldn’t. He just stared, unbelieving, until finally Matty continued. “It’s good to see you again, sir.” Rob took a step back, leaning against the door frame to settle himself, as the world around him fell apart.
“Uh...yeah...it’s good to see you too, Matty,” he managed, the words sounding foreign on his tongue, as if coming from another man’s mouth. His eyes never left Matty’s arms gently rocking Caleb, a connection he never thought would happen. It felt right as rain. “I- I wasn’t expecting you…”
“I invited him over,” Jacob interrupted, as if he had invited over a casual friend for dinner. He stepped forward and whispered into his dad’s ear. “After all, he’s family, right?” Rob turned away from the upsetting sight of unknown father nursing unknown son and fixed his stormy blue eyes square on the architect of this misadventure.
“You,” he said, pointing at Jacob. “In my room. Now.” He didn’t wait for a response, pointedly ignoring the ”Yes, Mr. McManus,” and the look of smug superiority he knew would be on his son’s face. He barely remembered walking down the hall to their bedroom, his footsteps echoing in his pounding head, and was only brought back to the present when his son closed the door behind him, temporarily shutting the rest of the world out. He wheeled on Jacob immediately.
“What the hell do you think you are doing!?” he hissed in anger, doing his best to keep his voice quiet enough not to alert Matty to the bomb about to go off across the hall. Jake just shrugged, as if inviting his father’s baby daddy over without permission was a perfectly ordinary occurrence. Maybe to him it was. Jake never was good at following the rules.
“I just thought it was time that Matty met his son, that’s all.” Rob vision swam red. He would have throttled his oldest son, spat obscenities cruel enough to make a nun clutch her rosary, but he wasn’t about to give Jake the satisfaction of seeing him unravel. Instead, his eyes narrowed, he gave Jake a harsh, reappraising look.
“I thought we were past these games,” he said, not bothering to hide the judgment from his voice. Jake just shrugged, again, which only made his father that much madder.
“I agree with Uncle Earl, Dad,” Jake said in explanation. “Matty deserves to have a relationship with his son.” Rob stepped forward, drawing the bulk of his body to its full height. He wasn’t a violent person by nature, never had been, but he wasn’t above throwing his weight around if it suited him, and right now he was going to use any and every tool at his disposal.
“I’m going to tell you the same thing I told Earl Fallon,” he said, low and measured. “Mind. Your. Own. Business.” This was a conversation long overdue. After so many weeks of unbridled hedonism, his son had forgotten who the father was. “Or I swear to god, Jacob, I’ll ship you out of here, baby or no baby.” The words felt sick and ugly in his mouth. Laying the law on his son wasn’t his proudest moment, not by a long shot, but he was getting awfully tired of being penned in by these meddling men in his life. Jake surprised him though, his mirror blues showing a raging emotion behind his thick lashes that flared to life itching for a fight.
“I’ll stay out of things once you fix the mess you made,” he said, jabbing a finger into his father’s chest. Jake stepped forward crowding, and before he could stop himself, Rob began to back up, an alpha out dommed by his own brood. “You may not like it, but Matty is family now. He has been the minute he knocked you up.” Rob winced at the crude, but accurate way his oldest son described the predicament. There was no judgment about that though, not from Jake. Whatever faults Jacob McManus might have had, sexual prudishness was certainly not one of them. No, this was a disaster all of Robert’s own making.
“You owe him, Dad,” Jake said, with a frigid finality that belied his age. “You owe all of us…” Jake didn’t elaborate, but Robert picked up on the insinuation all the same. There were other fathers and sons still kept apart, by more dire circumstances.
“Jacob, please…” he started, already feeling himself begin to revert back to the needy mess of a man that set his nerves on end. He just couldn’t help it where his boy was concerned. “Just...stay out of it.” He looked deep into Jacob’s eyes, saw that his son wasn’t going to easily back down and said the only thing he could manage in the circumstances. “I’ll talk to Matty, ok? Happy now?”
He had expected a winning grin, the teeth of a conqueror flashing before his eyes, or even a dismissive taunting smirk, but he got none of those things in return. The look Jake gave him was cool, appraising, taking stock in the value of his own father’s words. It should have filled him with anger, to be judged that way, by his own son no less, but all he felt was a wearying kind of guilt. He was tired. It was time to stop fighting.
“I really like Matty, Dad,” Jake said, more serious than he had heard his oldest son in quite some time. “He deserves better. Caleb deserves better. Fix this. For all of us.” Jake stood up, placed his hands on his father’s broad shoulders, squeezing the muscles in what might have been a show of support. “It’s time, Dad. Really.”
When Jake stepped back, looking more like a man then Robert could ever remembering him being, he gave his son one last, curt nod, an acknowledge and affirmation of his son’s particular brand of wisdom. Facing it now, here in his own house, the confrontation felt inevitable.
“Give me a few minutes alone with him and I’ll sort this out. One way or another.”
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V.
Rob felt foolish doing so, it was his own damn house after all, but he knocked on the door to Caleb’s room where Matty had been left alone with the baby all the same. It just felt like the right thing to do, even in these bizarre circumstances. Matty might not have known it, but he was getting what might be one of the few, possibly the only quality time he ever would with his own son. As much as it rankled him, Rob just couldn’t make himself come between that so easily. He had already done enough harm as it was.
After a moment’s pause, and a muffled sound from the interior of the bedroom, Rob slowly opened the door, listening to the gentle creak, and walked into the room, bracing himself for a long overdue conversation.
Rob closed the door behind him, and hesitating, locked it as well. He turned back to Matty, noting the way the young man’s lip quivered with barely concealed anxiety. Seeing Matty’s handsome face covered so nakedly in fear, Rob felt a dormant part of his heart melt in sympathy. A part he had sealed away and convinced himself was buried after their last fateful night together.
“It’s ok, Mateo,” he said delicately, coaxing a small child to relax. “I’m not angry at you,” It was easy to say, because it was true. “I just...wasn’t expecting to see you again.”
He reached forward, as if to hug the boy, an action that would have been second nature during the heated heights of their affair, but he stopped himself at the last moment, settling instead for gently grazing his palm against Matty’s bare elbow. Even that tiny movement was enough to dredge up dormant feelings, the butterflies fluttering in his overheated gut.
He watched as Matty exhaled and a little more of the boy’s natural light came back into his eyes. When Matty looked back at him, square in the face, he seemed a lot calmer and far more determined than Rob had ever seen him before.
“I’m sorry for intruding on you like this,” he said, his tone as genuine as it had always been. “I wouldn’t have come if I knew I was going to upset you…”
He didn’t say the thorny words, not out loud. Matty had always been good at protecting the feelings of others before his own. Some might call it a gift, but to Rob, in this moment, it felt more like a special kind of curse. He could read between the lines, could detect the unspoken, prickly substance lurking behind Mateo’s sensible actions. He was alone, here in this room with the man who had broken his heart, tending to a child he hadn’t even been allowed to know was his. All because his ex-boyfriend’s meddling and rebellious son, and soon to be father of Robert’s newest child, had been dead set on making this reunion happen.
Rob felt it again, the fiery poker of anger, but beneath the annoyance and desperate sense of self-preservation, there was a part of him that wanted this all the same. The confessor, buried beneath dense muscle and masculine apathy, craved the chance to explain himself and to rectify the worst of the damage his own selfish behavior had caused.
It was at this moment that baby Caleb, finally honing in on the parental tension steaming the air, decided to burst into a wailing fit of tears. Any argument that might have latched onto Rob’s brain was choked out immediately, replaced by an instinctive need to care for his vulnerable son.
He was surprised then to see Mateo already stepping in, bringing the small child onto his shoulder, rocking him back and forth gently, whispering small, sweet, nonsense words and something else that might have been Spanish into the child’s ear. When Matty caught a glimpse of the gawking expression Robert was giving him, he sheepishly tried to pass the baby off to the other parent.
“I’m sorry, sir,” he said, gently as not to upset Caleb again after he had just begun to settle down. “I just-I’m used to having to jump into action like that.”
Rob nodded, understanding, but not truly understanding at the same time. He was aware, dimly, that Matty was only one of a large family that included many extended relatives, so it was no surprise the young man had been taught how to mother an infant.
Rob tried to imagine what Matty’s household might have been like. Chaotic, messy, but also full of love and companionship. So different from Rob’s own upbringing. Cold, indifferent, and lonely, always lonely. He hated the twinge of envy that twisted like a snake in his gut.
“No harm done, son,” he said, only realizing what he had said a moment too late. Even now he couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the small blush that spread across Matty’s cheeks. He decided to put the poor kid out of his misery. Reaching forward, he held his arms out, saying, “I can take him now.”
As the pair performed the pass off, Caleb roused from his stupor, and for one fleeting, yet horrifying moment, it looked as if he would begin his wailing anew, but as Robert and Matty’s hands connected, father and father working together for the first time, Caleb slumped back into a content slumber, the kind reserved only for the souls untouched by life’s cruelties.
Robert held his son close to his chest, and studied Matty more closely. He was beginning to realize that underneath his youthful obstinance, Jacob might have a point. He sighed, more at himself than the situation he found himself in, and at the concerned look Matty gave him, he shared a reassuring smile with the young man.
“Mateo, let’s sit down,” he said, firm but gentle. “We have something we need to discuss.” Matty nodded, always eager to follow Rob’s directives, even after the pain of their breakup. When they had both sat down on Jake’s old bed, a small distance between them, close but respectful, Rob began.
“Matty, I’m not sure how to say this,” he said, looking everywhere but at Mateo’s face. He wanted to cross his arms together, to create a shield of himself, but his son, the very topic of conversation, was blocking even that small strategy. Get it together, Rob. It’s just Matty. That was the kicker though. Matty wasn’t just anyone. He wouldn’t be like...No, better not to think about him. Not here. Not now. Hopefully not ever if he could help it.
“Matty,” he said, starting again, and then struck upon a means. “How long has it been since we broke up?” He finally looked at Mateo, expecting anger or annoyance, but found a befuddled expression on Matty’s face that only made him look cuter. He could see the motor running inside Matty’s head, the machine punching the numbers and doing the math.
“I’m not sure,” he said, sounding that way. “Maybe a year, probably a little less I guess.” He watched Matty sigh, as if a year was an eternity. “Has it really been that long?” Rob nodded.
“Yes, and around that same time, I got…” he stopped the words, instead nodding at the child in his arms. At those words, Matty surprised him again.
“Oh…” he said, quiet now, his tone turning contemplative. “I guess you found a replacement quick then.” Another pause, an unspoken tension. “Or maybe just the right person after all.” Rob raised an eyebrow at that and shook his head.
“Matty…” he said, low and slow. “There wasn’t anyone after you. Not for almost an entire year…” He waited, watching in nervous anticipation for the other shoe to drop and the dawn of realization to illuminate Mateo’s face. It never came, just a deeper befuddlement that made Robert want to slap his own head.
“Um, ok…” Matty said, seemingly unsure of how to respond or even how to continue. Rob had hoped to avoid saying it outright, yet here they were were. Better to pull the pin out now and hope the grenade was a dud.
“Matty...Caleb is your son.”
Silence followed, so complete it was deafening on the mind. Matty blinked, looked at Rob’s face, looked at Caleb, looked back at Rob, his expression only becoming more baffled by the moment.
“Huh?”
Rob groaned. This was not going according to plan...
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VI.
When the lightbulb finally went off in Matty’s head, he didn’t panic, but he skirted awfully close to the edge. Where previously he had sat quietly on the bed wanting to lean into Robert’s personal space, his presence completely lacking the expected acrimony, he was now a bundle of raw energy, almost vibrating with tension from his perch on the rim of the bed. When it grew too wild for the young man to contain, he jumped to his feet and began pacing around the small room in ever tightening ovals.
“A-are you sure?” he asked nervously, not daring to look Rob in the face. Robert, still holding onto their son, resisted the urge to roll his eyes, even as his heart went out to the young man. He could understand the panicked feelings the Matty was expressing, even if they annoyed him more than he cared to admit.
“Matty,” he said, stroking him with his words. “You were the only man I had sex with for almost a year.” Saying it out loud didn’t bring the blush of embarrassment he had expected and Rob realized some of Jacob’s sexual bravado was starting to rub off on him, which did make him blush. He patted the rumbled bedspread next to him, his hairy arm enticing the jittery youth back. “Come sit down, son,” he said, and then gave a boldfaced lie to seal the deal. “You’re making Caleb nervous.”
Anyone with eyes could have seen the baby drifting off in Robert’s grasp, but the idea of upsetting not one but two generations of McManus men seemed to jolt Matty from his panicked route, and he quickly sat back in the spot he had vacated. He was still closed off, his legs angled away from the man he had always been so open with, but it was a start, a first step. When Matty finally spoke, his voice shook.
“C-can I hold him again?” Rob flinched a little inside at the feeble sound of Mateo’s voice, and even if he had wanted to say no, he didn’t think he would have been muster up the rancor under the circumstances. Gingerly, he passed the sleeping form of the youngest member of the McManus clan to his now aware father for the first time.
Matty’s grip, formerly so natural, now contained a level of self-aware awkwardness that hadn’t previously existed. It looked less like he was carrying a child and more like he was holding a a stick of dynamite he worried might explode in his arms at any moment. The sight made Rob sad, but he reconsidered his appraisal as he watched the darker skinned boy look at his son more closely, as if truly seeing him for the first time.
“He has your eyes,” Matty said quietly, a little glimmer of wonder in his voice beneath the anxiety. “Yours and Jake’s.” He watched Matty chance a quick glance in his direction, his youthful gaze holding in some kind of secret, but Rob’s planned rebuttal was silenced when Matty spoke again.
“His skin is like mine though, just a bit creamier,” he said, eyes wider now. Caleb simply yawned in response, uninterested in the family drama playing out in front of him. “Wow...I’m a father.” Robert watched as Matty’s eyes began to water, not enough to form tears, but plenty to showcase the gravity of emotion the young man was feeling to anyone who might have enough heart to pay attention.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” Rob said, the apology woefully insufficient. This boy, holding an even more fragile boy in his arms was never a threat to anyone, that much was clear. A wave of foolish regret poured over Robert McManus, as if he had been doused under a waterfall of shame.
“I was scared,” he admitted. It felt good to speak to the guilt, even if it stung coming out. “It was wrong of me.” He watched as Matty pried his gaze off his son and looked long and hard at the man who used to be his lover. They said nothing for a while, both taking measure of the other man and the depth of experience that had passed between them in such a short time. Finally, after what felt like a purgatory, Matty reached an arm across the divide, rebuilding the bridge in one smooth step.
“I understand,” he said simply, as if that was all that was required after nearly a year of deception. Rob shook his head, not wanting to smile, even though he felt an odd sense of elation after the confession.
“You should be more mad, Mateo,” he said, his voice back to a grumpier dad intonation. Matty didn’t take the bait though. He seemed newly immune to Robert’s manly charms.
“I’m not like you, sir,” he said, as if lecturing to a small child. “I do things my own way.” Again, so simple, like that was all it took. Just processing. “I’ll admit, I was hurt for a while,” Matty continued, turning to face toward the crib. “I deserved better.” Robert nodded at that, his face reddening in shame and Matty squeezed his hand in response. “But it turned out ok in the end. I figured things out. Figured out what I wanted from you.” He looked Robert square in the eyes. “I don’t need to be your boy to be happy.” The words shouldn’t have stung, but they did all the same.
“That-that’s good, son,” Rob managed, and then quickly corrected himself. “I mean, Mateo.” He knew by the way Matty squeezed his hand that everything was going to be ok, or at least a version of it.
“I wasn’t ever really yours, Mr. McManus,” he said, his voice low, more emotional than before. “I was just keeping you warm for the real man you loved. You already had a son you loved.” Robert looked at him then, his eyes wide in shock. Matty had figured it out before Robert even could admit it to himself.
“I-I don’t know what to say,” he stammered, wary at speaking openly about his secret affair with Jake, but the cat was already out of the bag. Matty seemed content to let the information sit though, turning his attention back to his son.
“I’m glad you told me. Finally,” he said, a hint of teasing in his words. “What Jake did wasn’t very nice, but I guess it worked out alright, didn’t it?” Now Rob did roll his eyes, thinking about his nuisance of a son meddling in his private life.
“Yeah,” he admitted. “I guess so.” He made to stand, to end the conversation were it started, but found himself pulled back down by Matty’s surprisingly strong grip. He looked over at the young man, holding the child they had made together not far from this very room. He recognized the look in Matty’s eyes and a familiar fire began to burn in his loins. “Matty…”
“Shh…” the young man said, and like magic Robert’s protestations were sealed away. “I know I’m not yours, not really, but…” He leaned forward then, his tight grip feeling like brand on his wrist. “It doesn’t mean I don’t still want it.” When Matty pulled Rob toward him, he allowed himself to be dragged along and didn’t comment when their lips met like a pair of old lovers reunited. When they finally broke apart, kiss bruised, Rob felt Mateo’s breath ghost against his cheek, hot and demanding.
“The last time you were wasted, Mr. McManus," The trembling voice confessed. "It wasn’t right, it wasn’t what I dreamed of, but I took it from you all the same because I thought it was all I was owed.” The raw words cut through the objections in Rob’s mind, the fears about what Jacob would do if he saw what was happening on his old bed. “Please. Give me what I wanted, just a taste. I’ll never bother you about it again, I promise.”
Against all sense and preservation, Rob thought about it, weighing the pros and the cons, before doing what he did anytime a man he loved asked for the attentions of his body. He reached for his son, the living proof of the connection he shared with this needful young man and set him back in his proper place in the crib. When Robert turned around to look back at Mateo, the choice was already made. He stepped back toward the bed, unbuttoning his jeans as he went, and pushed Mateo Reyes flat on his back before climbing onto his own spot.
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VII.
Jake had promised himself that he would leave the pair alone, that he would give them the time and space to iron out their differences and patch up their relationship in whatever form that took. Given the McManus family history, Jacob had a pretty good inclination of where things were heading. At first, he wasn’t sure Matty was going to be up to the task. It took a man of a certain caliber to give it to Robert McManus the way the older man needed it, but now, with the suspiciously hushed tones coming from down the hall, he was certain Matty had manned up and made the move. Rob was no blushing virgin bride, but he had a sizable weakness for a quietly assertive young man with an equally sizable package.
Maybe he should have been angry. Technically, his Dad was getting nailed by his ex, a scenario that was the stuff of nightmares for most men. Common sense was never Jake’s strong suit, but even he knew he was playing with fire. Jake felt something about it too, something strong and potent. A nervous jitter in his loins that tasted like jealousy and lust rolled into one intoxicating appetizer. There was a war between both heads on his body for who got to steer the ship and with Jacob McManus only one emotion ever consistently won out.
He told himself that he should ignore his roaming mind, that he should ignore the images of forbidden pleasure playing through his head like an old movie film reel. It was simple, really. Just roll over, go to sleep, and have the talk tomorrow with the pair over coffee and burnt toast. It was the sensible thing to do, the wise. It was the thing Robert would have told him to do. But, as he pushed the covers off his body, near naked, and headed toward the door, his half-hard cock bouncing in his underwear, he felt glad that he was his father’s son in body and not in mind.
At first, as he put his ear next to the oak door of his old bedroom, he couldn’t hear anything at all. For a moment, he wondered if perhaps they had snuck out of the room and found someplace more private to canoodle, someplace less fraught with specific familial connections, but then he heard the first sigh, a muffled affair that did little to disprove the owner. Jake smirked. Of course they were going at it. How had he ever doubted?
He opened the door slowly, knowing from past experience just how hard and how soft to push to avoid any obvious giveaway creaks. It was as he expected. Robert and Mateo, father and ex-boyfriend, were lying on the bed. The pair looked almost comical when compared to the size of the mattress, only ever built from one body, but that wasn’t what jumped out to Jacob the most. It was the way Matty’s hand, the same one he had touched himself less than an hour ago, was inside his dad’s pants and rubbing something fierce. He watched them go at it, tongues entwined as they rubbed on each other like the horniest of teenagers until he decided to pour water on their little affair.
“Have your tried pinching his clit?” he asked, in his most conversational tone. “That really drives him crazy.” The reaction was nothing short of comedy. Rob, his eyes wide and panicked, pushed Matty away with an almighty shove, nearly toppling the poor boy off the bed. Not to be outdone by his elder, Matty began to comically wipe Rob’s pussy juice off of his fingers onto his sweats, managing only to leave a humiliating stain in its place.
“You didn’t have to stop on my account,” Jake said, all innocence. “I’ve kind of wondered what it would be like to watch someone dick down my dad.” Rob and Matty exchanged a flabbergasted look, something between horror and amazement, before returning Jacob’s more bemused gaze. He watched his father’s Adam’s apple bob as the older man swallowed, his body still shaking with the shock of it all.
“Sorry, son,” he said, weakly. “Things got a little, uh, carried away.” It was a lame excuse, even worse than the old “It just happened” routine. The truth was, Jake had an inkling that just such a scenario would occur if he positioned the pair together, that the confrontation between Dad and Baby Daddy would boil over into unrestrained lust. There was way too many unaddressed feelings and with a McManus man all uncharted roads of emotion lead to the same destination: lust. Should he have been scared? Maybe, but in his gut he didn’t feel like Matty was a threat. If the kid wanted to fuck up their lives, he would have done something far sooner than now.
Jake stepped up to the bed, two arms reaching out, one for Rob, one for Matty. He hauled them, arousal and all to their feet, and smirked as each tried to cover up the disheveled sex appearance painted all over their bodies. He didn’t say anything else, just began to walk toward the open door, not releasing his hold on either man. They followed him, wordless and unblinking across the dim wood-floored passage, thralls under his command.
They knew what Jake was doing as he pulled them down the hall, but as they entered the master bedroom, with it’s larger bed, sheets spread open in clear invitation, there was no doubt. Jake jerked an arm back, the one holding Matty’s sweaty palm in its grip. “On the bed,” he said, leaving no room for complaint, then added for good measure, "Gets those off while you are at it". He watched with amused arousal as Matty followed his command, his arm releasing his peer as he glided onto the mattress, lowering his sweats to the floor along the way and giving the McManus men a sterling view of his plush brown buns, his short compact body popping in color against the lighter bedspread.
“Jacob…” Robert said, his voice low, concerned. He didn’t say any more, too worried to voice what was happening out loud, to give voice to the line they were about to cross. He felt Jake give his thicker palm a reassuring squeeze, and he knew then in his heart that no matter how good or bad things were about to go that his son would still be there for him. The question was, what would he think of himself after the fact?
Robert almost missed his son pulling up behind him, snaking his hand around his sweaty, post-work torso. He was putting on a little show for their guest, he realized, his breath catching. He was showing Matty just how he liked to play with his own Dad. The nastiness of it went straight to his cunt, which squeezed between his thighs, hungry for attention. He listened as his son’s dulcet tones danced past his ear to address the other man across the room.
“Do you want to fuck my Dad?” He just said it outright, direct and plainspoken. Robert watched with lidded eyes as Matty, lying flat on back, brown eyes wide and excited, slowly nodded. They were conspiring to fuck him all while he was there in the room with them. It only made him wetter.
“Tell me how you want him, bro,” Jake said, a command prettied up as a request. Matty, his eyes gently glazed with lust now, spoke in a quiet tone that felt ill fitting for his muscular form.
“I...I want him to ride me,” he said, the words coming out hot and syrupy. “I want to see him make himself feel good.” Jake grinned from his place behind his father. Good answer.
“You heard the man,” he whispered featherlight into Rob’s ear, lowering his father’s undergarments to the floor. “Go take care of him.” He watched Rob’s stormy blue eye dart to look at him sideways, but that was as far as the resistance went. They both knew that Rob, for all of his posturing, was as much a slave to his groin as his heavily endowed son. Indeed, Rob was already damp between his legs, and getting wetter by the minute.
Robert walked toward Matty, his first steps hesitant, like an infant learning how to walk, but as he drew closer to the prize, his confidence boosted, and by the time his knees touched the bed, he was crawling across the bedspread easy as he ever had before. Jake watched as his dad’s bulky form climbed onto Matty’s lap, positioning himself to get fucked by his young ex right in front of his new lover, his own flesh and blood. Jake’s blood boiled, but only in the head between his legs, which shone angry and red, eager to voice its opinion on the matter.
As Matty’s thick cock, a caramel colored slab rubbed against Rob’s moist heat, the older man, in a last bid at fatherly restraint gave Mateo an imploring look, encouraging the previously shy young man to give him a reason, any reason, to stop this. He found none, just a smoldering brown that burned away the last of Robert’s inhibitions. With one last glance over his shoulder, Rob descended, gasping in quiet delight as he was stretched once more by a cock he never expected to experience ever again.
The slide was exquisite, and Rob was fuller, wider on the inside than he had been since that fateful night on the side of the road where everything turned with his son. He had almost forgotten how it felt to take Matty’s fat cock in his twat. Most of their encounters had involved at least some form of inebriation on his part, and this was the only time he could ever recall taking the boy with eyes wide open. He had been a fool to wait so long.
Rob set a rhythm, slow and deep, making love with his cunt to this precious young man. His juices, abundant as an orchard in spring, dripped down the inches of his lover, smoothing the slide to an even, delightful glide that made Rob’s eyes want to roll back in his head. Below him, Mateo was little better, his grip on Rob’s hips iron tight. This was like a dream come true. An erotic fantasy stitched into flesh all at the command of Robert’s deviant son.
Matty chanced a glance around Rob’s bulky form, worried about how Jake might be reacting to seeing his own father riding another man’s cock. He realized almost at once that his fears were unfounded. The younger McManus man in the room was leisurely stroking his cock, matching pace with Robert’s rolling figure as best as he could manage. Their eyes met, blue piercing into brown, and Jacob gave Matty an eager grin that bordered on being haughty. No, Jake McManus was not concerned by Mateo Reyes fucking his father in the least. This was just another notch on Jake’s possessive belt that he had wrapped around his father’s throat.
A particular cry of delight from Robert drew Matty’s attention back on the man so skillfully riding him. He watched Rob more closely, seeing how relaxed the older man looked. He could only ever recall him seeming that way once, the night when he had impregnated his first love and found out Robert’s heart belonged to another all in the span of an hour.
“Robert,” he said, suddenly overcome with emotion. “I-I missed you, sir…” He closed his eyes, fearing a look of stark recrimination from the older man, but he opened them again when he felt two callused palms touch the sides of his smooth face. When he peeked upward, the look Robert was giving him was anything but disapproving.
“I missed you too, Matty,” Robert confessed, his hole clenching and unclenching as the words passed through his mouth. “I missed you something awful, son.” That sentence alone was enough to shatter the meager restraints Mateo had built for himself, and with no regard for how his actions must look, he pulled Robert’s face down into a crushing kiss.
As their lips caressed one another, tongues gently exploring old, long thought abandoned territories, Matty’s hips shook in a staccato motion, seeking Rob’s heat with a newfound desperation. Above him, Robert actually whimpered, his back arching, as the angle struck sensitive nerves.
“Ah! Baby, you’re going to make me-!!” He didn’t finish the sentence, instead succumbing to the pleasure, his pussy spasming around Matty’s length as he had his first orgasm of the night. A look of supreme bliss crossed over Rob’s face as he lulled on Matty’s lap to the motion of the younger man’s jutting hips. Behind him, Rob’s faintly registered the popping sound of a cap opening.
“Fuck, did you just make Dad cum, bro?” a familiar voice said behind him, each word growing louder as the figure moving in closer. The bed dipped at the foot, though Rob hardly noticed, far too absorbed in the waves of stimulation rolling from his insides. When a hand, slick with oil, but firm all the same, pushed him forward, he allowed himself to be manipulated, his face coming to rest a few inches above Matty’s head.
Rob looked down at Mateo through lust-glazed eyes, watching as Matty’s eyes widened at something that was happening behind him. Rob wasn’t surprised when he felt a pair of hands, slick with what he know knew was silicone-based lube, spread apart his asscheeks. He could practically feel the grin of triumph emanated from his son and it only sparked a deeper wave of pleasure up his spine.
“Hey, Dad,” he heard Jake say from behind and above, his voice lording over him. “Tell Matty how much you love getting fucked in the ass.” The command, disguised as a suggestion, should have ignited Robert’s frail temper, but with his recent orgasm and the heightening erotica of the situation he found himself in, that part of himself was buried deep. He looked down at Matty, his face red as a tomato, as he opened his mouth to speak.
“I love it, Matty,” he admitted, a string of saliva escaping his mouth to land on Mateo’s shocked lips. “He fucks my ass so good.” It was true. It always hurt at first, but the pain was like the burn of a strong liquor. It hurt going down, but it always felt so good once it settled into his veins. He saw the shocked expression on Matty’s face, and beneath it the rough lust, naked and needy. He wanted to see this just as much as Jake wanted to see Matty fuck his vagina. Rob felt the blunt head rub against his unguarded asshole, and he shook as Jake continued his domineering torture.
“Go on, old man,” he heard his boy say behind him. “Tell me exactly what you want.” Beyond even the notion of denial, Rob looked over his shoulders, beads of sweat starting to drip down his forehead.
“Do it, son,” he whispered, the words harsh. “Fuck me up my ass.” He saw it then, for a split second, a look of domineering triumph that flirted with sadism. Then Jake started to breach his unprepared hole and he saw nothing behind his clenched shut eyes and the grimace of pained concentration on his mouth.
It wasn’t the first time Jake had taken him this way, making it rough for his old man, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last, but he had never had it happen outside of the secret confines of their father and son dynamic, had never invited another soul to witness and even participate in his denigration. It burned him inside, a shameful flame that left behind not ashes, but a glow of sinful pleasure, radioactive in nature. He could become addicted to this, and at the moment, he couldn’t quite bring himself to care.
By the time he felt Jacob’s hips touch his plump buttocks, Rob was shaking badly, and the quivering of his hips only served to heighten the stimulation coming from both of his holes. Below him, Matty reached up, his darker skinned palm rubbing the side of Rob’s furry face, a reassuring, grounding touch. Mateo didn’t say anything, not with words. He let his physical presence do the talking. When Jake’s arm wrapped around his throat, tight enough to constrict, it was all Rob could do not to faint on the spot.
“He’s good, bro,” Jake said. “Aren’t you, Dad?” It took Rob’s brain precious seconds to realize he was being asked a question, and when the information landed, he nodded, eyes wide and frantic. These boys, his boys, needed to do something soon or he might just lose what was left of his mind.
Behind him, Jake shifted, settling his legs between Rob’s and Matty’s, in the process moving his hard length just the tiniest fraction. It was enough to make Robert wiggle unconsciously, his pussy lips straining as he did so. Matty’s hand, still groping on Rob’s face, slid as the bulkier man moved. Matty’s thumb caught on Rob’s lips, and the hungry man latched onto it like he was drowning in the ocean. He suckled on the thumb, tasting the salt, dirt, and the flavor of his own sex as Jake whispered into this ear.
“When you’re ready,” he said, voice already sounding strained, “squeeze me.” It was a good call. Robert didn’t trust himself to form words at this point. In a daze, he didn’t respond, only suckling on the lifeline in his mouth, before his deviant biology kicked into gear, and his asshole gripped his son’s length like a python chomping on its next meal. Behind him, he didn’t see the grin of predatory triumph cross Jacob’s face.
The pull of Jake’s cock exiting his body was an exquisite torture. It burned with every inch, making his eyes water, yet his cunt squeezed around Matty’s stretch like a vice. The retreat stopped, the head of Jake’s cock locked into grip of Rob’s straining anus. Jake looked down, lustful amusement at the sight, before plunging back inside to the hilt.
Rob’s teeth reflexively clamped down on Matty’s thumb, who yanked it out with a startled yelp, grazing the delicate skin. Rob stared at the headboard, thumping against the wall with each of Jake’s in strokes, his teeth gnashed in a pained grimace that looked fit to explode. Adjusting his angle, Jake hit lower, nailing Rob’s prostate head on and his father shrieked as he had an anal orgasm. Jake sighed in contentment, watching his dad’s anus flutter around his length. He gave Matty’s thigh a playful slap.
“C’mon, bro,” he teased. “Don’t make me do all the work.” Below both of the McManus men, Matty had simply laid there watching son fuck father in the most inappropriate manner possible. How on earth could he be expected to do anything but watch such a magnificent show? But, Mateo through a combination of innate psychology and family training could never resist a direct, authoritative command. His hands, a thumb still stinging from the bite, clamped down on the meat of Rob’s hips, his fingers brushing and flirting with Jacob’s.
Jake and Matty exchanged one more quick glance, a newfound camaraderie chained between them, before they began.
They moved together, two gears in a well-oiled engine designed to unravel one specific man. With both cocks moving in and out of his holes, Rob could do little more than howl as his prostate was pummeled from both sides. The orgasms came quickly now, an alternative flow of anal and vaginal, one after another, a steady stream that melted his mind and inflamed his pelvis. Eventually, his arms gave out, and he collapsed on top of Mateo, knocking the air from the younger man’s lungs. The jolting motion dislodged Matty’s cock from his puss, and the absence felt like a gaping wound.
“No, no, put it back, put it back!!!” he babbled, beyond shame. Matty’s hands, holding onto to the elder McManus’ hips for dear life, never loosened their bruising grip. Instead, a smaller, creamier hand grasped onto Mateo’s significant meat and manually positioned it at the entrance to Robert’s yawning opening. As Rob felt that huge, mushroom head kiss along his swollen lips, nature took over and he descended, bottoming out with a sigh of pleasure that bordered on feminine. Behind him, Jake re-positioned once more.
Digging his heels into the mattress, he used his substantial leg strength to propel himself up and let gravity drop him like a bomb onto his father’s meaty frame. The results spoke for themselves. Stuck between two horny boys, Rob could do nothing but take it, each drop of his son’s hips, pushing Matty’s length deeper inside, stretching his cunt wide. Words were impossible now, even an acknowledgment of pleasure was impossible. All he could do was take it from both ends, let himself be used and have the air punched from his lungs with each stroke, a steady “Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!” filling the room like a symphony of depravity.
Rob lost count of the orgasms, and truthfully couldn’t tell if he was even having them anymore. The sensation was so intense, a pleasure and pain that felt almost indistinguishable from one another, that he might as well have been having one giant, neverending climax. Without the effort of holding himself steady, he simply lay there on top of Matty, allowing himself to be fucked stupid, a puddle of drool dripped from his gaping mouth, a string of saliva that would dance every time his body juddered from the impact.
If he had the brainpower to glance upwards, he would have seen the look of strain on Mateo’s face, would have recognized how Caleb’s father was holding on by a thread. This fact wasn’t lost on Jacob, who grasped Matty’s fingers in excitement, their twin sets of nails digging into the abused flesh.
“Do it, bro,” Jake said, the words coming out as strained as Matty looked. “Knock him up.” That triggered something primal in the Reyes boy, and Matty made a fierce growl, so alarming that Robert actually looked up to make sure nothing was wrong. Then he felt it, the flood of wet heat, all too familiar now, but this time it was so new. This time, he was getting bred by another man while his lover watched and egged it on.
Like a prophecy, Robert’s body tensed while cataclysmic tremors overcame him. His pussy fluttered with a life of it’s own, and his asshole clamped like a vice on his son’s cock, all as Jacob had predicted and desired. His son fucked him through it, unmindful of Robert’s experience, simply enjoyed the unique pleasure of fucking an asshole wracked by such an intense orgasm.
It was only when Jacob collapsed on top of him and grunted that Robert realized what was happening. Jake’s cock was buried too deep for him to truly feel the wet warmth of it all, but the telltale twitching of his son’s cock in his battered rectum told him all that needed to be said. Robert relaxed then, perhaps fully for the first time all night, with a deep, groaning lazy, “Yesssss…”
Neither boy moved, or tried to remove their cocks from Rob’s body. Through the tingling of his overstimulated flesh, Robert felt it, that newfound bond created between them as their hands roamed together over their shared lover’s pliable flesh. Rob voiced no concern. They had taken what belonged to them and the admiration of their shared trophy was their right. Above him, his breathing finally settled, Rob felt the rumbling shake of a deep, joyful laughter pour from his son’s body.
“Holy shit,” Jake said, all sated pleasure. “That was fucking awesome.” Rob said nothing, but he caught the smile that spread across Matty’s face at Jake’s words and a new warmth spread into Rob’s body, a fine accompaniment to the sexual pleasure he had just endured.
What a sight they must make. Two pieces of mix-matched bread, sandwiching an oversized piece of meat, marinated to the extreme. It was a meal fit for a king. Fit for a McManus. When Jake leaned forward to connect further with their new shared lover, Rob instinctively tilted his head to the side, watching with a sense of bliss as Rob and Matty, his two greatest lovers made out around the shape of Rob’s broad shoulder. When Jake pulled away, resting his chin on his father’s scapula, his eyes shown with a new light that Rob never wanted to see extinguished.
“Welcome to the family, bro.”
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