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I.
With Jake back on the road and back in school where he belonged, life returned to normal for Rob. Or at least what now passed for normal in the McManus household. The sole provider, he would be awoken at all times of the day and night by baby Caleb, loud cries puncturing the bubble of peace and calm that had only recently settled over Rob’s life. Fighting through the haze of fatigue, Rob would tend to his infant son, nursing and comforting as much as possible. Despite his previous experience in child rearing, Rob was surprised how much time and energy went into taking care of Caleb.
Holding Caleb in his arms, he thought back to those days long ago when he was stuck raising Jacob all on his lonesome and he truly didn’t understand how he did it. He looked down at his son, nodding off in his sturdy, protective grip.
“Such a good boy,” he whispered, not wanting to stir his youngest from this rare moment of well-earned peace. Since Jake’s departure a week ago, the newborn had become increasingly restless, clearly sensing the disappearance of big bro and thrown off by the absence of the man who had dutifully stepped in to fulfill the role of second parent for Rob.
Maybe he should count his blessings though, he told himself as he walked slowly toward the crib he had recently setup for little Caleb. Work had always been understanding about his need for time off, a true rarity in the field. Jeffries, the old dog, had taken a personal delight in Robert’s pregnancy, so had no qualms giving Robert the time off he requested as long as the manager was doing everything he could to keep the company’s ducks in a row. Earl, bless his trashy heart, had eagerly stepped in, reliable to the last, and for all intents and purposes was running the day-to-day operations with Lilian playing Secretary-in-Chief.
The way the pair had seemingly filled in the hole left behind during his paternal leave irked Rob to no end, but there was no way he could go back to work full-time and give Caleb the proper care he required. He was loathe to admit it, but even though he wanted Jake back in school and building a life for himself, Robert’s own life had become notably more challenging with the younger man away.
He dipped his head to give Caleb a peck on the head, inhaling his son’s scent as he did so. He realized too late that he had made a mistake. Quickly setting the boy in the crib as safely as he could manage, he rushed out of the room and into the bathroom. He hung his head over the toilet, stomach roiling like a mixer overbeating a batter. He nearly spilled his breakfast into the bowl, but after several minutes hanging on the edge, the urge mercifully began to dissipate and he wearily rose to his feet.
It started about two weeks or so after Jake pulled out of the driveway. A kind of permanent low-key nausea that would spike on occasion, typically in the early mornings. He had initially written it off as some sort of stomach virus. It was flu season, after all, and with the additional stress he was under it would be no surprise if he had caught something during a visit to the job site or at the local grocery store.
What was more concerning was the fact that his period had yet to present itself. He quickly found an excuse for this as well. Rob had a long, complicated history with menstruation. His flow had always been moody and erratic, prone to the whims of a biological fate he didn’t fully comprehend. He could miss a month and then have a total nightmare situation the next. So, when no blood appeared at the expected time, he snatched the obvious worries and locked them away deep inside his mind. There was no need to make a mountain out of a molehill.
The problem was that as the days passed instead of feeling better, he began to get progressively worse, the nausea in his stomach rising from a low steady rumble, to a bubbling cauldron that looked fit to tip over at any moment. And tip it did.
By the 4th week, Robert was puking each morning, usually before he had time to finish cooking breakfast. The nausea would eventually settle and he would carry on with his day as usual, but in the back of his mind the obvious insinuation sat glaring under a harsh light. He ignored it though, unwilling to even entertain the notion while he was trying so hard to grapple with his day-to-day needs as they already sat.
No, there was no reason to panic. None at all...
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Jake’s return to campus life was neither the celebration nor the punishment he had imagined in his head. A part of him, self-involved and a touch egotistical, was convinced that he was reentering college a changed man. People would see him strut into the classroom, casually take a seat, legs spread wide, carrying a steady confidence that instantly came across as Man. Or the opposite, that they would stare at him, whispering about him behind his back or pointing with their fingers like a pod person spotting a perversion of their natural order. After all, how many young men could claim they had been balling their own dad and playing stepdad at the same time. There was no precedent for sure a thing.
The reality couldn’t have been further from his wild imaginings. Whatever psychodrama was playing out in Jacob McManus’ fertile mind ended up being a moot point. Everyone was too busy living their own lives to even notice or care about Jake’s. He slumped in his seat the first couple of days, feeling awfully letdown by the whole experience, before he finally got fed up with his own ego and reverted back to his usual, friendly and cocky self.
Things were different now though. Where before he would side-eye a girl during a boring lecture, imagining his young hand roughly fondling a pair of perky tits, he now found himself completely uninterested. Not even the girls actively chasing him seemed to make much of a difference. Just yesterday, Jennifer Maxwell, a girl from his chemistry lab he had boned a couple times, was giving him the glad eye, all smiles and tight sweater, and there wasn’t even a twitch of interest from inside his pants. Damn man, he thought to himself, tactfully ignoring Jen’s gaze, Dad really did a number on me.
Perversely, as soon as the word Dad entered his mind, his cock, previously dormant gave a receptive jutter of appreciation. He quickly left the lab after class, ignoring the disappointment on Jen’s face as he stepped out into the hallway. He tried not to think any more thoughts about Robert McManus. It wouldn’t do to walk around campus with a visible hard on in his pants.
Back at his room, Jake looked at his phone. Plenty of texts from friends, but none from the one man who counted the most. He couldn’t believe how he was behaving, pining after messages from his own father like a lovestruck fool. A real change from how things had been before, that was for sure. His dad was always the one chomping at the bit for the tiny crumbs of attention his son would dole out to him. He grimaced at the screen, not liking the directions it was sending his mind, but eventually bit the bullet and pulled up the messaging app.
Hey Dad, he typed. A simple greeting, nothing more. Checking in with dad. Perfectly innocuous. He waited, and waited some more. Finally there was a return chime.
hey pal kind of busy right now with your brother everything ok???
Jake groaned at the text message, the lack of diction making his eyes ache. Robert had never gotten the hang of how to text message other people, preferring to talk on the phone itself if at all possible. It used to be that getting his dad to text at all was like pulling teeth, but since going to college, Rob had made a token effort to embrace the 21st century.
Yeah, it’s good. Just thought I’d say hi. Looking forward to seeing you on break. He almost put a smile emoji at the end, but thought better of it the last minute.
Another long pause. Snail mail would have been faster than this. Finally, the chime.
me too son i miss you a lot
It shouldn’t have hit him so hard. It was just a couple of stupid words on his phone, yet he felt an ache in his chest that hadn’t been there before he picked up his phone. He hesitated, wanting to say something back, reveal the depths of his feelings, but he stopped himself. Rob had his own life he was trying to live, one with a newborn baby to boot. He didn’t need his oldest son, who was supposed to be an adult, dumping his issues on him. Rob had made it very clear he wanted Jake to make something out of himself.
That didn’t mean that Jake was content to sit around being a good little boy. He still had needs, very adult ones, and no amount of sexy chat was going to change that. Women weren’t doing it for him anymore, that much was clear. He still loved pussy, that was never going to change, but his cravings had shifted towards a very different, very unfeminine body type.
He opened up the apps shop on his phone, typed in a very specific word. His thumb hovered over the download button, his overeager body waiting for his brain to make up its mind. He pushed down, knowing he was about to cross another line, and finding it didn’t feel nearly as bad as it should.
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II.
Evenings were hell.
Laying in bed, crisp cotton sheets hugging his nearly naked body, Robert McManus stared at the ceiling. It looked like it was going to be another sleepless night, and he really couldn’t blame Caleb this time. There was a tangible absence in Rob’s bed. A man shaped hole that went by the name of Jacob McManus. Putting his face in the pillow next to his, the same pillow his boy had rested his head on only weeks ago, he took a deep inhale, hoping to catch the barest scent of Jake’s scent. There was nothing. Too much time and too much detergent had washed away all traces of Jake from his bed.
If only it were as easy for his mind. Rob’s body ached, and not the dull ache of sedentary life or the familiar ache of a body worn out from an honest day’s labor. This was a different, a more profound, troubling sensation that originated from the core of his body. It was the ache of longing. Rob’s body had gotten used to the presence of his son, laying next to him in bed and perhaps more significantly, on top of him, inside him. His body wanted more of that treatment. Demanded it.
Stifling a groan of frustration, Rob turned back to his old standbys in times of drought: his small collection of sex toys. He set the box next to him on the bed, rummaging around for tonight’s serving. He hadn’t used any of them since that night when Jake had walked in and saw him pleasuring himself. He hadn’t needed to, Jake had made sure of that. How could he ever forget the way Jake had taken control of him in that possessive way that was uniquely his son. He remembered his boy’s hands, his tight, controlling grip as if they were sealed onto his flesh.
He made his first choice. A thick dildo with equal parts heft and give. A personal favorite that had been his main lover over many years of self-induced abstinence. Holding the toy in one hand, he lifted his hips and used his free one to pull his briefs down to his ankles, where he kicked them aside and they landed on the floor at the foot of the bed. They wouldn’t be necessary for the rest of the night.
Stretching his body once, willing himself to relax, he parted his legs, and let the toy snake its way down his chest and past his abdomen, as if it had a mind of its own. The head of the toy bumped against the head of his clit and Rob hissed, the jarring collision on the cusp of being too much to handle. Ignoring his clit for the moment, preferring to play with it when it was more engorged, he let the dildo slip between his legs where it draped across his opening.
He was already wet, and getting wetter by the minute. Jake had been in and out of his thoughts all day, as he was want to do. His body, well conditioned to the last month of daily sex, still expected the familiar treatment, and since his young stud of a son was currently unavailable, it was time for Plan B. Gripping the toy firmly, he angled the head against his opening, thick lips parting easily to the old standby intrusion. He didn’t go much deeper, not yet. He teased himself, the way he knew Jake would. If he closed his eyes and really concentrated he could almost trick himself into thinking it was Jake’s penis rubbing at his cunt and not a silicone impostor.
On the latest motion, the head of the toy popped inside his hole and he gasped lowly, the familiar stretch feeling good. But he wanted more. His pushed it deeper, just an inch, a further tease, elongating the game. He imagined Jake above him, face sweaty and grinning, holding himself back and driving his old man crazy.
Your cunt is so tight, Dad, he saw Jake say, and he moaned, stretching his legs wider, pretending it was his son’s strong grip holding them open. He pulled the toy out, so the head was kissing his opening, and taking a deep breath, he shoved it as far in as it would go, yelling at the sensation of being so harshly filled.
Holing nothing back now, the room quickly filled with the wet sloshing sounds of his vagina being pummeled. The sheets stuck underneath his sweat-soaked back, sticking and peeling off his wide flesh with every harsh movement of his hips. He could smell himself now too. The smell of a juicy cunt, ripe for usage. The smell always drove his son wild, like the young man was hardwired to react to it like an animal in rut. That’s how I feel, Rob thought, plunging even deeper, eyes beginning to water at the strain, like an animal in heat.
He could feel it approaching, that low coil of heat from his groin, and he wanted it, he wanted it so bad. But not like this. It needed to be sharper. Harder. He closed his eyes, ignoring the emptiness in the room, using all of his faculties to pretend Jake was there on top of him taking what belonged to his son. Jake would be close now too. He always got that way when his dad was about to cum. Rob shook his head back and forth, letting the fantasy dig its claws into him.
“Jake, son…” he moaned, pulling the words out of exhausted lungs. “Not inside, I can’t...not again…” He heard Jake chuckle, low and sinful, enjoying the erotic fear of the situation.
“What’s wrong, Dad?” Jake said lowly. “Afraid to get knocked up by your own son?” The question nearly sent Rob over the edge, and he yanked the dildo out with a wet squelching noise before he could tip over the edge. More. Harder. He lifted his hips, hastily shoving a pillow underneath himself, sweaty grip nearly dropping the pillow in the process. He was spread open now on both ends and ready for plundering. Jake chuckled lowly.
“You don’t want me knocking you, Dad? That’s fine…” his son said, a hint of menace in his voice. “But it’s going to cost you. Jake McManus only believes in one kind of birth control…” The dildo touched his anus, wet pussy juice moistening the hairs surrounding it. Then he plunged.
Rob screamed, his hand biting into his own arm as he jackhammered the dildo into his own asshole. Just a little more, he was so close…
Risking the noise, he let his arm fall out of his mouth and found his enraged clit, rubbing it like he was trying to light a fire. It was too much and perfect all at once. When the orgasm hit, his mouth fell open into a silent scream and he squirted across the bed, soaking the sheets with the fruits of his passion. The pleasure continued coming in waves, rolling through him as he lay there and shook, temporarily powerless. It was only a fraction of how he felt with Jake, but it was enough. For tonight at least.
Wearily, he pulled the pillow, now damp with his sweat, out from underneath him, where it fell off the side of the bed. He couldn’t be bothered to pick it up. He was so tired, in fact, that he actually fell asleep, naked on top of the sheets, pussy dripping into the mattress, the toy that had plundered his body sticky and discarded between his thighs, where it remained until morning.
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Jake didn’t bite, not at first. He certainly windowshopped though. How could he not when a seemingly neverending supply of local men were spread out for him like a platter. Having to bat away the near constant advances, while often annoying, certainly did wonders for his ego. He was content for the moment to look at pictures or just to casually chat.
He talked to a variety of men, some out and loud and proud about it, some closed and clinging to the blankness of anonymity like their lives depended on it, and some like him, horny and ambivalent, who had no particular identity they attached to themselves. He traded dirty stories about the things he wanted to do with these men, feeling no need to censor the depths of his desires. If anything these men seemed to thrive on his attention, if the things he read in response were any indication. Unlike with the girls, his cock had no problems getting erect whatsoever.
He wasn’t ready for more. Not yet, but it would come, he could feel it in his bones in a way that filled him with a nervous excitement he hadn’t felt since the early days of his burgeoning relationship with his father. His mood dipped at the thought of his old man all alone in that house with nothing but Caleb to keep him occupied. He felt that old familiar urge to pack up all of his shit and show up on Rob’s doorstep, but he resisted the siren’s call. He had made a promise, and was going to live up to it. Instead, he went to work on a plan that was just as likely to infuriate his closed off dad.
Earl Fallon was a much harder man to pin down than Robert was. The man was even more technologically inept than his old man was, and after trying to call him several times, he finally left a terse voice message ordering his uncle to call him back. The next afternoon, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. The words UNCLE EARL flashed across the screen, bold and demanding like the man they belonged to.
“About time, Uncle Earl,” he muttered, already giving the older man crap. It was an old easy dynamic they fell into from time to time, a thinner reflection of the relationship they shared in person.
“Well, hi to you too, you little asshole,” Earl muttered, with no real venom in his words. “Just what the heck do you want? You’ve been like a bee trying to sting my ass for days now.” Jake grinned. Don’t ever change Uncle Earl.
“I want to ask you about Caleb’s dad.” There was a long pause, and Jake almost thought he had made a mistake before he heard an exaggerated sigh from across the speaker.
“Goddamn kid, I swear you McManus men must be out to get me. First your dad, now-”
“Wait! What about my dad?” Jake asked excitedly, cutting Earl off before the older man could explain himself.
“What goes on between your dad and me is none of your damn business. Got it, boy?” Jake frowned, not liking to admit defeat, but he needed Earl on his side and he wasn’t going to get it by pushing the wrong buttons.
“Alright, alright,” he muttered, calming himself down. “What about my question?” He heard Earl inhale before he continued speaking.
“I don’t know, Jake. I’m already on your dad’s shit list for sticking my nose where it don’t belong.” He heard the man spit before he continued. “Getting you all riled up about Matty might just make it permanent.”
“Matty? Who’s Matty?” Jake asked, his interest perked. Earl swore.
“You don’t even know that much!?” There was another awkward pause, and Jake could practically hear the wheels turning in Earl’s head over the phone. Finally, the older man relented.
“Oh hell, I’ve already let the cat out of the bag so I might as well just tell you…”
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III.
Lilian was the first person to take notice.
“Robert, hun, I know you’re a big man and all, but maybe it’s time to see a doctor about those stomach issues you’re having,” she said sweetly, as Rob stepped out the bathroom, wiping his mouth off with the back of his hand. He waved her concerns away.
“I’ll be fine, Lil.” he said, secretly panicking inside. “Just got to find the time to sleep this off is all.”
Lil gave him a begrudging, “Hmm, ok.” but her look told him she was anything but convinced.
Still, she was wise enough to leave the sleeping bear alone and get back to her typing, which was more than could be said of some of Rob’s other coworkers.
He and Earl were cordial at the moment, but not much more. The last fight they had stung deeper than either man was willing to admit, and just like the stereotypical roughnecks they sometimes looked like, neither man was willing to suck in his pride, admit he was wrong, and bury the hatchet. So instead, they spent their days tiptoeing around each other and the issue of Caleb’s dad. Earl knew too much and that made him awful nervous. If there was one silver lining to Jake being back at school, it meant he was far away from Jeffries Construction and finding out the truth about Matty.
Rob had other concerns too. Earl may have been giving him the cold shoulder, but he knew the foreman was still watching him like a hawk. No matter what squabbles they got into over the years, Earl’s devotion to the McManus clan was steadfast and true blue. They were brothers in all but blood. So he knew Earl was noticing the sickness and was likely forming uncomfortable connotations in his mind about their meaning.
Rob shook his head. No use fixating on things he had no control over, He had better uses of his time. He sat back in his chair at his desk, hearing the rat-a-tat of a keyboard from the other side of the trailer, and got busy digging through his overflowing inbox.
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Earl’s spiel had been as long winded and winding as the man himself, but more importantly illuminating. By the time Jake had hung up the phone with a promise to stay in touch, Jacob had gotten more information than he really knew what to do with. Mateo Reyes, not even 20 years old. Actually younger than Jacob, which was a shock to think about. He had a name, now it was time to find a face to match.
He pulled up the most tried and true source of information for a man Matty’s age: Instagram. It took some digging, it turned out there were a lot of Mateo Reyes in the world, but eventually he found the genuine article. Clicking on his profile, he was greeting by two rows of shining white teeth framed by some of the prettiest bronze skin he had ever laid eyes on. Mateo was very boyish, not looking his 19 years at all. Damn Dad, he looks like a fucking middle schooler…
A cursory glance through Matty’s page showed him the life of a fairly innocent, maybe even naive young man. There were lots of pictures of Matty with family and friends, all very PG-rated material. This was a family friendly kind of boy. No Instathot pictures here. A couple of beach shots caught his eye though. Matty, wearing nothing but a pair of baggy swim trunks, was splashing in the waves, a wide, happy smile on his face. For all of his seeming innocence, that body was all man.
Matty was a short man with raven-colored hair and a naturally thick build that reminded Jake of some of the linebackers from college, but something was different. His body was thick, but not gym proportioned. He wasn’t an athlete, simply gifted with a naturally athletic body that he kept in shape, probably from working manual labor jobs for companies like Jeffries Construction.
Seeing that torso, so smooth looking brought up sinful images in Jake’s mind. What would that flesh feel like under his hands? He tried to imagine what Mateo would look like naked and panting beneath his taller, paler body. He could feel himself getting hard at the thought, and shook his head. Looks like I’m the one perving now…
Then a new thought, jarring in its base simplicity entered his head. His dad knew what Matty looked like. Likely ever inch of him. Now instead of imagining Matty beneath him submissive and eager, the vision shifted and Matty was on top of Rob, rutting into his father’s body with lustful intensity. His vision swam at the images in his mind, Rob’s hands clutching at Matty’s shoulders as his pussy was pounded, Matty burying his own face in Rob’s shoulder as he humped away.
He felt a sudden sharp sting of jealous fury course through him and his cock ached in his pants with a newfound intensity he hadn’t felt since he had sat down in his car and started to drive here. He slammed his laptop close, wincing at the shuttering sound it made and grabbed his phone.
With a few taps of his thumb, Grindr popped up on his screen, orange, black, and vulgar. He quickly browsed through profiles, examining messages that eager lusty local men had been sending him over the last few days. Too young. Too needy. Not a bottom. He stopped and smiled. Yes, this one would do quite nicely…
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IV.
Robert McManus’ first encounter with Mateo Reyes had not been in person, but over phone. Summer had descended upon Seattle and just like every year, Jeffries Construction’s workload was filled to capacity. Which meant summer hires were desperately needed, be they good, bad, or in most cases, ugly. On paper, Mateo was a temp employer’s wet dream. Young, reasonably fit, and eager to prove himself. He also fit a number of less flattering positions that were ideal for the company economically: a racial minority, undereducated, and willing to work a backbreaking job with no guarantee of benefits, raises, or steady employment.
Rob was nearly set to hire him based on his application alone, but went through the rigmarole of actually interviewing him over the phone first. He dialed the number, punching the buttons onto the desk phone and waited as the line rang on the other end.
“Hello?” a quiet, young sounding voice said through the speaker. Rob could hear some commotion in the background and the sounds of Spanish being spoken in an overly dramatic fashion from what sounded like a pair of speakers. A telenovella?
“Am I speaking to Mateo Reyes?” he asked, all business. There was a muffled sound and then footsteps, the opening and closing of a door. When the voice came back it was louder, not having to fight over the passions of young people in love on the television.
“Yes, this is him.”
Rob introduced himself, and explained that he was a site manager for Jeffries Construction. Rob kept the phone conversation brief, not interested in wasting his or this young man’s time.
“Are you interested in coming in and chatting in person, Mateo?” he asked, cutting to the chase. “I can show you around the site, introduce you to the foreman you would be working under. That sort of thing.”
“Oh yes, sir. I would love that,” Matty answered. The excitement in his voice was palpable. Sir, huh? Rob thought with a hint of amusement. He gave Mateo the address and time tomorrow morning to come in.
“Got it. I look forward to meeting you in person, Mr. McManus,” Matty said, and without thinking, Rob replied.
“Same here, son. See you tomorrow.” He hung up the phone, and then shook his head. Son? He laughed at himself, feeling a little ridiculous. He must be missing Jake more than he thought.
Actually, if he was being truthful, he missed Jake a lot. The transition from single parenthood taking care of a teenage boy to a father with that same boy away at college had been a far trickier transition than he had expected or even wanted to admit to himself. All of the patterns he had built up in his life now felt as if they served no true function. Robert McManus’ life’s purpose was now out there living his own life.
The next day, Mateo showed up not the usual 10 minutes late that he was used to with most of his new hires, but 15 minutes early. He was dressed in a pair of slacks and a polo shirt. A little overdressed for the kind of work he would be doing. They hung on his body uncomfortably too, as if the young man was not used to wearing that type of clothing. Underneath, the cream colored fabric, which made his skin shine like newly melted caramel, he could just make out the shape of a solid, naturally muscled build. He held out his hand.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr. Reyes,” Rob said, and felt a tiny sting of electricity when Mateo’s smaller, thicker hand covered his. Mateo was beaming.
“The pleasure is all mine, Mr. McManus, but you can call me Matty. All of my friends do.” Rob smiled, just enough to come across as professional. Are we friends now?
Their hands stayed together, lingering just a breath longer than necessary before Rob pulled away. He looked over Matty’s body, imagining what he looked like without the business casual version of a monkey suit, and realizing how his staring must have looked, responded,
“You certainly have the right build for the job...Matty,” The name felt overly familiar in his mouth, and he felt a secret thrill at addressing this new young man in such a way.
“Oh, really? Thank you, sir. I guess…” Matty said, his tone bright and a hint flustered. “Honestly, I don’t do much. Just born lucky, I guess.” Rob suppressed a cough. You’re not the only one feeling lucky right now, kid.
The rest of the day was focused on administrative duties, showing Matty around the different trailers, introducing him to senior staff like Lil and Earl, and letting the young man get a feel for some of the equipment. Rob watched as Matty fondled one of the crew’s sanders, remembering those same fingers wrapped around his own hand…
Later, the afternoon sun rising at its peak with the summer heat hitting the hottest, he watched a trickle of sweat drip from Matty’s forehead and drain down the young man’s cheek, past his chin and neck, and into his shirt, clearly searching out more interesting lands to explore. Rob had never felt more jealous of a drop of liquid in his life.
Once the business was finished, the pair sat together, alone in the trailer now, face to face, finishing up the preliminaries. Rob had already decided he wanted this kid around (the eye candy was a bonus), and given his overly respectful manner, he had no doubt Earl Fallon would be able to put him to good use.
“So…” he began, not wanting the day to end. “Anything else you would like to ask me?” Really kid, ask away. He saw Matty’s face bunch up in concentration, as if trying to form the perfectly worded question in his mind.
“What’s it like running all of this, Mr. McManus?” he asked, genuine interest in his voice. Robert raised an eyebrow, a gentle smirk on his face.
“Run this? Honestly, sometimes it feels like babysitting,” he admitted, not sure why he was being so candid with this young man who was practically a stranger. Matty seemed not to detect the admission for what it was.
“I can tell you are good at it, sir. You remind me of a father,” he said, and Rob’s eyes widened, not expected that connection to be made. He suddenly thought of Jake, and the hole left in his absence, but shook that thought out of his mind.
“Trust me, Matty. I’ve already got a kid, I don’t need anymore,” he saw something flash behind Mateo’s eyes then, something complex and undefinable, but whatever it was, the kid never stopped smiling at him.
“He’s lucky,” Matty said, a hint of vulnerability in his voice. “I wish I had a father like you…” The admission sat between them, vulnerable and awkward. The urge to reach out and give that poor kid a hug was strong, but Rob resisted. For the moment.
“Any father would be lucky to have a son like you, Matty,” Rob said, surprising himself by how true the words felt. He worried for a moment that he might have said the wrong thing, made this conversation too personal, but then Matty’s eyes glistened with a kind of gratefulness that couldn’t be faked.
“That means a lot coming from you, Mr. McManus,” Matty said, his voice just barely quivering.
After a few more pleasantries, Matty said his goodbyes, fixing Robert with another winning smile as he headed out the door. When Matty finally stepped outside of the trailer, Rob brought his hand, the same one that had touched the younger man and rubbed his jean-clad hole. Sometimes being attracted to men felt like a curse to Robert, but right now he would have let that boy do anything he wanted to his body.
Robert’s embrace of his same-sex attraction was a relatively new development. After the disastrous circumstances of Jacob’s conception and the humiliation of pleasing Mr. Jeffries, he had sworn off anything sexual with men for life. It was easy enough to slip into the role of a devoutly heterosexual man when you looked the way Rob did and you constantly bounced from one woman to the next. Nevermind that he got rid of the women so they wouldn’t find out his secret. Better to let the world think he was a hopeless ladies man with commitment issues than to expose the hungry hole between his legs.
He was getting old though, and getting tired of hiding. With Jake gone, he was running out of excuses too. Earl had picked up on his ennui and encouraged him to put himself out there in his standard Earl Fallon way, but Rob had been hesitant to try any deeper than a sloppy blowjob for a guy or two. They always wanted more from him, to see him naked, literally and metaphorically. That scared the hell out of him, but at the end of the day he had needs just like any other man, and if sucking a random guy off in a motel from time-to-time tempered that need, and more importantly curbed certain inappropriate feelings of attraction he had to a very specific blue-eyed, black-haired young man, then so be it.
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Matty showed up to work the next day bright and early, ready to get to it. Earl gave Rob an approving nod, pleased with the new addition and took the young man away to see what he was made of.
Afterwards, the long day coming to a draw, Rob allowed himself the rare luxury of joining the men out for drinks. He told himself it was to bond with the other hires, not to get closer to Matty and the easy flow of compliments and attention. It was an easy lie to believe for a while, until as the hours passed, the herd began to thin and disperse, person by person, until only Rob and Matty remained at the bar.
The pair feel into a friendly conversation, more intimate now, with Matty sharing a variety of details about his life and his worries: the stress of being the oldest boy in his household, his overly demanding, now deceased, Spanish grandfather who he was named after, and his hopes to one day go to college and make a name for himself. Rob listened with rapt attention, every word from the boy tugging more and more at his paternal heartstrings.
In turn, Rob told Matty a heavily edited version of his life. He told him about Jake, his pride and joy, and how he didn’t know quite what to do with himself since his son had moved out of the house. To his surprise, Matty listened to him intently, as if his words actually meant something to him.
“I wouldn’t worry, Mr. McManus,” Matty told him, voice filled with genuine warmth and affection. “You’ll always be Jake’s dad. He would be a fool to forget that.” The way Matty said it even made Rob feel like that could actually be true.
After that first night, he invited Matty out for drinks, and then again the next night. Each day and each drink knocked down another barricade, and Rob felt like he was starting to make a friend for life. Strange that he had come in the shape of a young man his own son’s age. When Matty chanced placing a hand on Rob’s shoulder after telling the story of a particularly grueling fight he had with Jake when his son was 15, Rob didn’t protest. When Matty finally admitted he never had a father who claimed, Rob mirrored Mateo’s earlier touch.
As Friday night slipped into Saturday morning, they crashed in Rob’s Bronco, parked out behind a warehouse, sharing one last beer together. They were both tipsy and feeling pretty damn good. Alone now in a way they had never been to this point, the conversation moved from friendly to subtly flirty in a matter of minutes. The static spark of anticipation hung in the air, and by the shy expressions the Latino boy was trying to hide, Rob knew Mateo could feel it as strongly as he did. With a gulp and a look bordering on terror, Matty said the magic words that changed everything.
“Mr. McManus, I…” he took a deep breath and forced it out. “I really like you a lot.” Matty had to adjust himself as he pushed the last bit out, and the move was not lost on Rob. The older man leaned forward, hovering in Mateo’s personal space, feeling the magnetic draw growing between them
“I like you a lot too, son,” he said, delighting in the shiver that ran through Matty’s body at the word son. “Let me show you…” He didn’t wait for a reply, skilled hands unzipping Matty’s trousers with an ease that make it look like he fished teenage cocks out in his SUV all the time. When it sprang free, Rob actually gasped. It was big, but big in a way that reflected the man it was attached to. Shorter than some cocks, but thick. It would a challenge to take it all in.
Rob’s smiled widened, and licked his lips, wolf-like. He liked a challenge.
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V.
It was supposed to be a one off. A one and done, both men pretending like it never happened and moving on with their lives. That’s what Robert had imagined in his head after the fact. All of those well-set plans flew out the window when Matty walked into work the next day looking at Robert as if he were a gift sent from heaven.
Rob knew he should shut it down, tell the kid to pack it in or he would have to pack it up, but seeing how deliriously happy Mateo was from the small morsel of attention Rob gave him turned something inside the older man and when Matty said to him, in a small, shy sounding voice, “Good morning, Mr. McManus.” Rob knew they weren’t done. Not by a long shot.
He let Earl drag Matty away to a job, appreciating the few hours of peace he would get to wrap his head around this situation and figure out just how he was going to manage it. By the time the boys had returned later that afternoon, he had laid out the barest plan in his mind and he was ready to put it to the test. While Earl was busy barking orders at the workers, laying down the law for whatever fuckup was occurring this week, Rob silently slid in behind Mateo, he head at ear level.
“Come see me later, son,” he whispered into Matty’s ear, and he knew that the boy had heard him by the shiver the ran down his spine. He left Matty to it, walking back to the trailer, whistling to himself, the first signs of heat building in his loins with each step.
When Matty showed up about 15 minutes later, Rob was ready for him.
“Lock the door behind you, Matty,” he murmured hotly, and watched those thick hands grip the deadbolt and lock it fast. Matty, not yet knowing Rob’s plan, but having an inkling of the general direction, sat down on a chair facing his desk. He watched, foot nervously tapping on the fake paneled flooring as Rob rose and moved to stand behind Matty, his masculine hands gripping the younger man’s shoulders, rubbing them gently.
“Is this what you want, Matty?” he asked, needing to be sure the younger man had no regrets from last night. He shouldn’t have feared because Matty nodded, enthusiastically enough that Rob wondered if his head might accidentally pop off his neck. Rob chuckled, pleased.
He moved around, situating himself between Matty’s legs, and slowly lowered himself to his knees. He could already see the outline of Mateo’s erection in his pants, and when he unzipped the dirty jeans, it popped out, shiny and brown, precum already bubbling to the surface. The lighting was better than in the car and he could see every detail. Matty’s cock was a thing of beauty.
“Fucking perfect,” he murmured, mouth already watering. He didn’t wait for Matty to respond, bowing his head and taking that cock right back in his mouth. There was no excuses this time, just mutual lust, and soon enough Matty was spilling his seed back into Rob’s hungry mouth like it was meant to happen. Rob swallowed, looked up at Matty with grateful eyes and surprised them both by pulling the young man into a gentle kiss, the first of many to come…
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After that, the pair looked for any excuse to be together.
Rob would pull him off a project, telling Earl he needed a second pair of hands and eyes in the truck with him as he drove from site to site. They would find a secluded location, Rob knew so many places to choose from, and he would park the vehicle where no one could find it without looking, unbuckle his seat belt, and then take care of Matty with his mouth. It never took long before Matty was spilling his hot cum for Rob to feast on and while Robert liked to tell himself it was because of his excellent skills, they both knew it was more likely that Matty was just young and a fast shooter. No problem there, Rob thought, licking the residue from his lips. It just meant he got his meal faster.
All the while, Rob’s pussy would hum in his pants like an overheated furnace, eager to be stoked, but he resisted. Matty wanted his body too, even reaching out a couple of times, before Rob’s hands halted him and the shake of his head was enough for Matty to take the hint and not push it. Still, Rob felt a pang of guilt at the look of disappointment in the younger man’s eyes. He didn’t like denying him, but he couldn’t reveal the truth either. Who knew how Matty would react to his perfect dad crush being dickless?
They tried to be discrete, but it was inevitable that others would start to notice. To their credit, the other employees largely kept it to themselves. Rob had a reputation for being a fair, mostly hands-off kind of boss, so why mess up the good thing they had going? The only one with the guts to come out and say something outright was, of course, Earl Fallon. The grizzled looking foreman watched Matty bat eyes at Rob as he came in to work one day, and he just rolled his eyes, saying offhandedly to Rob, “When I told you to get a hobby McManus, I didn’t mean him.”
That was the tall and short of it, and for a good 6 months, Robert felt like maybe, just maybe, he was moving past this thing with Jake and taking the first tentative steps toward a new life where he was more than Robert McManus, perfect Dad and construction hero.
Then came the phone call that fucked it all up…
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VI.
Rob tried his hardest to leave Jake alone, to let his son settle into his new life at college without his old man’s shadow hanging over him killing the vibe and his sense of adventure. He didn’t press on Jake and let him have his privacy. There was one condition for that though. Jake needed to his give dad a call, just once a week, so they could stay in touch and not become strangers in their lives. Rob claimed it was for Jake’s own sake, to give his son the kind of parental contact a young man entering into the slippery world of adults needed to stay on track, but they both knew the real score. Rob wasn’t ready to let go of the leash, not yet, but he could at least loosen his grip and give Jake some slack.
So, Wednesday rolled around, the designated day to hear from Jake. At 7:50PM, Rob sat down in his chair next to the phone, a beer in hand, slowly sipping while the minutes ticked away and he got to hear Jake’s voice again. He tried not to feel too excited, finding the idea too humiliating to even contemplate. Minutes passed… 8:00PM came and went. He waited longer. 8:05… 8:10…
Rob frowned, finishing off his beer and setting it on the counter. Jake had never missed a call. Not one. His son was probably just running late. Got caught up in something that he couldn’t set aside for the moment. This was normal, nothing to get worked up about, he told himself. So, he waited some more.
8:15… 8:20…
Rob’s frown had deepened, angry looking creases crisscrossing his usually handsome face as his leg bounced with agitation. He didn’t know what to make of this and almost didn’t want to find out. He picked up the phone, almost putting it back on the receiver base, before bringing it to his ear and punching in Jake’s cellphone number from heart. He was done waiting.
There was no answer at first, and Rob feared that he would get sent to voice mail, when at the last moment, he heard the line click in place.
Immediately, his eardrums were assaulted by the muffled lyrics of an R&B song he didn’t recognize, followed by the sound of jostling and then a slurred sounding, “Hello?”
“Jake? It’s your dad.” There was a pause, as if the words were taking seconds to travel across the airwaves, and then a slow response.
“Oh, hey Dad. What’s up?” Jake’s voice sounded weird, kinda flighty in a way Rob didn’t like.
“What’s up?” Rob replied, irritation plain in his voice. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” He let the question sit, waiting for his son to realize his mistake and break into the expected apology, but when none came, he added, quieter this time, “You were supposed to call me, Jake. It’s Wednesday. Remember?” This is our time, Rob thought, but left that bit to himself.
Another awkward pause until he heard an “Oh!” from Jake and knew the light bulb had finally come on.
“My bad, Dad. I, uh, kinda got busy…” Jake was keeping his voice low, but Rob distinctly heard the sound of a voice giggle in the background on the line. A feminine sounding voice, Rob thought.
“Oh...I see,” he responded, the words coming out hollow. The giggle got louder now, closer to his son, and then he heard his son gasp, and a wet sound of a mouth on flesh. Rob’s blood froze. “I’ll try calling you back later, Jake.” He managed, feeling as if he was talking to a stranger.
Jake didn’t respond right away and Rob heard the sound of two faces coming together followed by a muffled, “Thanks, Dad. Love you.” Click.
Rob held the receiver in his hand, too stunned too move. He finally set it down in it’s place and rose across the room to the kitchen where, standing on his tippy toes, he reached into the highest cabinet for the bottle of Maker’s Mark he had stashed away for a special occasion or an emergency. His hand shaking, Rob thought to himself bitterly that this fell into the latter category.
He downed the first shot, feeling the old familiar burn down his throat, then immediately poured himself a second, repeating the process. After the third shot, he stopped counted and stopped using a glass at all.
The night passed in a blur. He drinks, the TV blaring away, finally picks up his phone and send the text.
Hours later the doorbell rang, and Rob rose to his feet from the couch, his gait unsteady but he was able to clear the room without too much trouble. He opened the front door, bypassing his usual hesitations and smiled fondly at the man waiting for him on his doorstep.
“Matty! You made it!” he said, nearly at a shout, and he saw Mateo jump a little at the loudness of his voice, before the old smile came back onto his face.
“Of course I did, Mr. McManus. I wouldn’t miss this opportunity for the world,” Matty said, all excitable innocence. Rob felt himself beginning to flush, any of his usual reluctance beaten and buried by The Maker himself. He reached out for Matty, grabbing the young man by the collar and pulling.
“Get in here, you.” he growled, low and playful. Matty allowed himself to be dragged, smile growing wider and perhaps a little awed. This was the first time he had allowed Matty to come to his house. Rob brought their faces together, lips touching Matty’s again and he groaned lowly into the younger man’s mouth.
“Fuck kid, I need you,” he whispered, not attempting to hide his arousal at all. Matty pulled back for a second, as if gauging Rob’s unusual passion more closely for the first time.
“Mr. McManus, you seem kinda drunk,” he said, still smiling, but with a hint of wariness that wasn’t there before. Rob nodded, not feeling any need to lie.
“I am,” he said. “I...needed to unwind.” That was the closest to the truth either man was getting tonight. Instead, he pulled Matty close, so they were rubbing chest to chest, groin to groin. He could feel Matty’s arousal, and his cunt responded in kind.
“I want to do more tonight, Matty,” he said, slow and low. “Want to feel you inside me.”
Mateo stepped back with an expression on his face as if he had just heard the lotto numbers and was holding the winning ticket.
“Really?” he asked, full of hope and wonder and suddenly everything in the world felt like it was right for Rob. He nodded at the shorter man, pulling him back close.
“I need it bad...son.” A bewildered expression came over Matty’s face and never left it even as Rob took his hand and pulled him along slowly towards his bedroom. Once they arrived, Rob turned back to the boy, peeling his shirt off and starting on his shorts. “Let me see your body.”
After only a moment’s hesitation, Matty came out of his stupor and began to hastily disrobe, eventually catching up with Rob as the older man’s underwear dropped to the floor. They stood facing each other. One young, hard, erect. The other older, open, wet. Two sides of the same coin.
Matty stared at the gap between Rob’s legs, dumbfounded by the view. Rob had hinted that he was different there, so he wasn’t completely caught off guard, but seeing was believing. For one terrifying moment, Robert thought the boy was going to freak, but Matty did what he always did when he learned something new about Robert McManus. “Wow, that’s amazing, sir.” Right answer, kid.
Rob climbed onto his bed, crawling across the surface of his winter comforter, intentionally swaying his ass as he did so. When he flipped onto his back, he smiled at the expression on Matty’s face and smiled even more at the precum dripping from his dick. He spread his legs, open and inviting.
“Whenever you’re ready, son.” Matty didn’t move at first, seemingly paralyzed by this unexpected chain of events, but eventually his youthful hormones kicked in and he was scrambling, almost shamefully, across the bed until he was on top of Rob. He looked down at the older man, need and arousal evident as day. Still, he was a gentleman to the end.
“Are you sure, sir?” he asked, hoping and praying the answer was yes. Rob saw the neediness in the young man and how he was trying so hard to control himself so as not to push Rob past his boundaries. He pulled Matty into a deep, soulful kiss, before saying, voice full of emotion,
“Such a good boy. Yes, baby. Use me, please.”
He felt an exhale of warm breath on his neck, and then Matty was scrambling again, this time grabbing onto his beer can of a cock and lining it up with Rob’s dripping him. The head pushed, wedging against the near virgin orifice. Already it was a tight fit.
“Do it, son. Fuck your dad.” There was a shove and Robert McManus was pierced. He screamed, eyes bulging, experiencing the stretch of a cock for the first time in almost 20 years.
“Oh my god! Yes!” he cried, and then somehow managed to scream louder as Matty bottomed out in his pussy. He trembled beneath Mateo, hairy white arms grabbing onto smooth brown skin. The stretch hurt, but it was a good hurt. The kind that obliterated all other mental and physical needs in its path. He looked into Matty’s concerned eyes and gave him a terse nod. Do it, son. Don’t hold back. Wreck your dad’s pussy.
Matty pulled his cock out, until only the head remained inside, as if locked around Rob’s hungry lips. Then nature took over and he began to thrust in earnest, thick hips pistoning in and out of Rob’s yielding body in a rhythm he had never danced but already knew by heart. With his weight and gravity on his side, he was soon plunging Rob to his core, the room filling with the distinct wet slapping sounds of a cunt being thoroughly fucked.
“Yes! Yes, baby! Please! Fuck dad’s pussy!” he babbled, liquor and 6 thick inches loosening his tongue better than any truth serum ever could.
What Matty might have lacked in technical skill, he made up for through the eagerness of a virgin gorging on his first meal. His hands were all over the place, grabbing thigh, tit, arm, or whatever body part his random groping could find. The bruising touches were good, more than good, but Rob craved a deeper connection. He wanted to submerge himself in this young man completely.
Wrapping his arms around Matty’s shoulders and his legs around Matty’s hips, he locked the man inside his body, cock to cunt, and from a bird’s eye view, there was no Robert McManus, merely a set of limbs hooked around their prey and the head of a masculine man, whose normal gruff countenance was buried under an expression of fucked out bliss. The tight angle turned Matty’s deeper thrusts, into quicker jabs, the motion grinding the younger man’s pubes against Rob’s stifled clitoris.
Rob could feel it building within himself. Something he had never experienced with another man inside him before. His mouth opened, words trying to form but failing under the sensual pressure and then it hit. He orgasmed around Matty’s cock, and the young man, seemingly unaware of what was happening to his bed partner, continued to fuck unabated. Rob rode out the tremors of pleasure that coursed through his body, fat tears rolling down his cheeks, his wet cunt now sounding sloppy and obscene.
“Yes, son!” he whined, feeling like he was losing his mind. “Make-make dad-Ahhh!!” he screamed as a second wave hit him. His pussy lips spasming uncontrollably around his “son’s” cock, seemed to do something to the younger man. His thrusts, already erratic, became even more so, and his breathing was made fit to match.
“Dad, you’re going to make me…” he warned, too afraid to say the word out loud. Rob knew what he meant, what he needed. He squeezed him tightly, wanting to push Matty over the edge.
“Do it, baby.” he hissed into Matty’s ear. “Breed your dad.” The breath was punched out of his gut as Matty slammed home with his considerable strength, burying as deep as Rob’s cunt would allow. He could feel it. The telltale twitch of a man’s cock erupting inside his fertile hole. He sighed in wonder. To be be able to have that again after so long. He pulled Matty down to him, eyes closing tight, holding him tight and hugging him deeply, feeling every inch of young flesh touching his, and before his brain could stop it, the words tumbled out of his mouth.
“Oh Jake…” He didn’t notice the slip up, or the way Mateo stiffened in his arms. He just held onto the younger man like his life depending on it. When Matty finally, reluctantly dismounted, collapsing next to Rob on the bed, skin slick with sweat and other more questionable fluids, Rob felt himself drift off to sleep almost immediately.
The next day he awoke as if someone had hit him on the head with a hammer. He was still naked, the sweat on his body now having dried upon his skin like an old lotion. Wincing, he realized he was now under the covers of his bed. Matty must have tucked him in after his embarrassing performance. He shook his head, and flinched as he felt like rocks where rolling around between his eyes. That damn kid is too good for the likes of me.
He glanced over to his left and found Matty lying next to him, facing toward the wall, the gentle sound of sleeping breath coming in and out of his slightly parted mouth. He looked at the young man fondly, a concerned frown on his face. He couldn’t remember all of last night, but he remembered enough, including the shameful admission. He had never lost control like that before, and wouldn’t allow it again. The poor kid. I’m about to break his heart.
He sneaked out of bed, dragged himself into the bathroom. Forcing himself to drink down a full cup of water, he stepped into the shower, letting the showerhead spill water, almost hot enough to burn onto his naked flesh. Afterwards, he was clean, in body if not in spirit. He went back to the bedroom, finding Matty awake now. The younger man was sitting up, sheets piled at his hips, bare feet sticking out of the bottom. He gave Rob a shy smile.
“Are you feeling alright, Mr. McManus?” he asked, deliberately trying to keep his voice down. Rob and more importantly, Rob’s hangover appreciated the concern.
“About as well as can be expected,” Rob replied with a grunt and sat down on the bed opposite from Matty, his body turned at an angle, newly guarded. They said nothing for a few moments. Neither man knowing how to say next what was eating away at their minds. Matty broke the silence first.
“I had a great time last night,” he said softly. Then added, a tad reluctantly. “It was my first time doing that.” Rob’s eyes widened. Oh fuck.
“Matty…” he started, stiffly. “You’re a great guy…” Even without looking at Mateo, he could feel the tension start to rise in the young man. It was that palpable. He soldiered on.
“This...This has to stop. It’s inappropriate,” he said, the words feeling true and also a lie at the same time. He chanced a glance over at Matty, but only from the side. He saw the words land on the young man.
For one brief terrible moment, Mateo Reye’s face was engulfed in a look of utter devastation. Then, with a practiced ease that Rob recognized instantly, a small, placid smile came over the young man’s face.
“I see. I understand, Mr. McManus,” Matty rose to his feet, his formerly hard cock now soft and defeated looking. He dressed quickly, efficiently, neither man saying a word to each other. As Matty tied his sneakers, Rob mumbled to Mateo,
“I guess I’ll see you at work.”
Matty nodded, short and abrupt, not trusting words. He exited out of Rob’s bedroom, a character following the designated stage direction. Rob waited until he heard the front door open and close, before allowing the pain to hit him. He sunk his face into his hands, shaking at the tension. He had really gone and fucked things up this time.
The next day at work, he discovered that Matty had come in early and left for the job site before Rob arrived. He had left a message with Lil.
“Mateo just put in his two weeks, Rob,” she said, quietly, in a voice lacking her usual gregariousness. There was the implication in her words, the desire for an explanation, but he provided none, instead nodding and diving into his work as if Matty quitting was the most natural thing in the world. Earl was not as easy to shove off.
“What the hell did you do to that boy, Rob?” Earl hissed at him, after storming up to Rob during his lunch break, a man on a mission. “He’s been like a zombie all day and now I hear he’s quitting!?” Rob looked at Earl with a blank expression, taking another bite of his sandwich.
“If Matty wants to quit that’s his business,” he said, ignoring his role in Matty’s decision. Earl glared at him, nearly shaking in fury.
“That boy trusted you, Rob,” he said, voice nearly trembling in his anger. Rob swallowed. Took a drink of water and returned Earl’s glare with one of his own.
“Then he was a damn fool,” he muttered, tossing his trash into a nearby dumpster and wishing his shame would fit inside too. He rose to his feet and walked away, ignoring Earl Fallon’s shouts.
“This isn’t right, Rob. It ain’t fucking right at all!”
The next two weeks passed like a stay in Purgatory. Rob saw neither hide nor hair of Matty and made no effort to seek the boy out. Better he go cold turkey and spare them the pain of a relapse. On the last day, after a particularly grueling business meeting that had sucked a bit of his soul from his body, Rob was surprised to find an envelope with his name on it sitting on top of his desk.
Puzzled, he picked it up, feeling what felt like a card inside. He gingerly opened the paper, accidentally giving himself a tiny papercut in the process, and as he sucked on his injured finger he read the card.
On the front, in large gold cursive script: Thanks for everything
He opened the card, a feeling of dread starting to come over him.
Dear Mr. McManus,
Sorry I’m not saying goodbye in person, but I figured after our last conversation that you wouldn’t want to see much more of me. That’s part of why I’m leaving Jeffries, but not all. I’ve got some growing up to do, and I think you might have shown me that. At least a little bit.
I just wanted to tell you how important your guidance has been for the last few months. I learned so much, but I’ve got a long way to go. Thanks a lot for showing me what its like to be with a man. I mean it from the bottom of my heart that the times we shared were some the best I’ve ever had. For a second it almost felt like I had a real father. So thank you for that. I’m wishing you nothing but the best.
Sincerely yours,
Mateo Reyes
Robert stared at the card, eyes wet, the sharp sting of guilt burning inside him like a white-hot poker. He roughly shoved the card in the envelope and tossed them both into the trash, then, as if on reflex, dug his hands through that same garbage to pull out the creased and crumbled packet and held it close to his chest. He wiped his eyes with the back of his sleeve, cursing himself in his head.
You really know how to fuck everything up, Robert McManus.
For the next few days it felt like life would never be right again, but it turned out the old adage about time was right, and by the end of the week Rob was beginning to feel more like his old self. He threw himself back into his work, making the executive decision to throw his ill-fated affair with Mateo Reyes down the memory hole where it belonged and go back to doing what he did best: being a boss and a father, even if in the case of Jacob that meant doing it from afar.
He wasn’t soulless though. Thoughts of Matty creeped into his mind from time to time. The specific milky coffee color of his skin, the sweaty smell of a hard days labor wafting off him, or, in his lonelier and more horny moments, the remembrance of his cock stretching his greedy hole. They never lingered long though and all it took was a fond thought, an excitable distraction, or the release of a clitoral orgasm to set him back on track.
They were obtrusive thoughts, unwanted at times, but tolerable, sometimes even desirable. As far as Rob was concerned life was back on track.
So fixated on his new life’s mission and the self-involvement of it, that he completely failed to notice that he missed his period. It was only weeks after, when the morning sickness began, that he started to have some doubts. After several rounds of rationalization he finally bit the bullet, purchased a home pregnancy test and the rest was history…
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Rob sat on the toilet, trying to force himself to pee around the nervousness coursing through his body. He pushed, forced himself to relax, tried again to no avail. Sighing heavily, he stood up, setting the white plastic stick on the sink and pulled his briefs back over his thick bottom. He was going to have to do this the hard way.
He drank a full glass of water, downing it in several mighty gulps, refilled, drank, refilled, and repeated until he couldn’t stand the idea of water for even one more second. Now he waited. He walked out of the bathroom and down the hallway, excess liquid sloshing in his stomach with each step. He entered the Boys’ room, as he had come to calling Jake’s room that now housed Caleb’s crib.
Like the little angel he was, or at least pretended to be, Caleb was sound asleep. Such a good son. Just like his dad, Rob thought with the old twinge of guilt. He sat in a chair, watching his son sleep, reading on his phone, even starting to drift a bit, when he began to feel the familiar pangs in his groin. He forced himself to sit through it for another 5 minutes, the urge getting stronger by the minute, until he finally made his way back to the bathroom where he had no issues doing the deed.
Sighing with the relief you only get from a solid urinary flow, he held the strip in his hand, waiting for the results. He suddenly felt all of his 41 years in those three minutes. The moment of truth came and he held the strip up to the light. One white strip. Two pink lines. Rob’s hand shook so bad he dropped the test on the tile floor where it landed with a hollow tap.
So, it was official then. Robert McManus was going to have another baby, and this time the father was his own son.
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