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I.
The room was quiet except for the wet sounds of Jake’s cock plunging in and out of the other man’s mouth. He wasn’t the man Jake really wanted to be getting sucked off by, but Bill was a nice enough guy. Being a kindhearted, middle-aged man less than 10 minutes from the dorms, he was a prime target for Jacob McManus raging libido. It had taken some time for Jake to settle on Bill as his go-to guy for getting his balls emptied while he was at school. So many of the men on the app were clingy, standoffish, or just outright weird, even the older guys. Jake knew he was a hot commodity and he wasn’t going to settle for less than the best. It turned out the best in this neck of the woods was Bill (Jake never bothered to learn his last name), a divorced dad of two who had missed out on cock in his younger days and was making up for lost time in a big way.
Bill wasn’t necessarily Onlyfans material. He wasn’t muscular in the slightest and had a paunchy quality that would have made some of the bitchier guys at the gym give him the side eye, but from his polo-shirt lifestyle to his affable, self-depreciating jokes, everything about him just screamed Dad. Jake knew he had to have him the minute the divorcee hesitantly sent him a blurry, cockeyed nude pic, followed by a timid message, Is this ok, son? He tried to temper his expectations. There was no way this guy was going to match up with Rob. How could he? It was hard to compete being balls deep in your own father’s cunt, but Bill sure rolled out the carpet to make a good first impression.
The first time out, the older neighborhood dad had walked him into his bedroom, a staid, beige affair that was a holdover of his old wife and old life. He had beckoned Jake to lay back, and had gone to work on the young man’s prong with the kind of hungry energy reserved only for the older, closeted bi, and terminally neglected. It was pretty damn spectacular bj too. Almost good enough to give Rob’s throat game a run for its money. They had graduated from the terse bedroom antics quickly after that, Jake coming over at least once a week to drain his balls, and once every single day, Monday through Friday. Bill was a sport about it too, only too eager to sample Jack McManus’ flesh and fluids, and quickly came out of his suburban dadbod shell.
Today they hadn’t even made it into the bedroom. Jake leaned against a wall, only feet from the front door where he had dropped his pants and underwear with no to-do. They both knew why Jake was here, and Bill dropped to his knees without needing to hear a word from the younger man. He was taking him balls deep soon enough, having gotten well acquainted with the McManus cock over the last few weeks. He stopped only once, to look up at Jake with starved eyes, hand stroking Jake’s spitsoaked inches.
“You can fuck me too, if you want,” Bill offered, his eyes sparkling at the thought at receiving the gift of Jacob in both ends. Jake chuckled, patting Bill’s cheek affectionately, and brought his hand back to its familiar place on Bill’s balding blonde cut.
“Maybe next time, man,” he said, voice filled with a hint of mirth and something slightly darker. Truthfully, a part of him wanted to fuck Bill. He wanted to shove his aching erection into the older man’s unprotected ass and find out if he cried as sweetly as his own father did when he was getting pounded. But he stopped himself. Jake had plenty of experience fucking pussy, more than a man his age needed to be honest, but he had never fucked anyone, man or woman, in the ass. It was one notch on his rapidly thinning V card that he was reserving for one man, and one man only.
So, instead he settled for Bill’s mouth, hardly a consolation prize. As the blowjob continued, and his balls began to tighten in anticipation of what came next, his mind drifted, as it often did when he was horny, back to his father. Would Rob approve of Jake’s behavior, or would he hate his own son for not being able to control his body’s cravings for male intimacy? Hopefully he would never have to find out. It was better, and easier, to take his momentary pleasures here in Bill’s willing mouth than drive himself crazy with lust or do something stupider.
When his orgasm came, it didn’t strike him like a thunderbolt the way it would with Rob. It rose slowly, bubbling in his groin and out his cock like an overshaken carbonated beverage. Even without any warning, Bill was a good sport about it. He had enough experience with Jake’s body to recognize the signs, so when the salty flood of semen began to fill his mouth, he swallowed eagerly, lips smacking, and humming in contentment to himself.
Jake looked down, feeling the tension being sucked from his body and replaced with a peaceful lethargy he only got from a man like Bill. He rubbed the dad’s head affectionately. Damn, he’s so fucking good at that, he thought, feeling it slip from his mind almost as soon as the thought appeared. In another life, he might have tried to make a move for something more with Bill. The older man always had an easy, lusty smile for Jake, and seemed like the kind of dad who would jump at the chance to be claimed by the younger McManus. He smirked, feeling only a hint of guilt. Sorry, Bill. Someone else beat you to the punch.
Bill let Jake’s cock slip from his mouth, and he wiped his lips absentmindedly with the back of his sleeve. He looked up at Jake, eyes imploring. More? They seemed to say, and Jake shook his head, sadly.
“This was great man, but I gotta get going,” Bill nodded, rising to his feet. There was no anger or even disappointment in his expression. The divorcee knew the score and was content with whatever points he could add to his own team’s side when the opportunity presented itself. Jake, feeling a new compulsion, leaned forward, having to angle his face upwards, and give Bill a quick, friendly peck on the lips.
“Thanks man, really,” he said, grateful for more than the sex. Bill smiled at him, friendly and paternal. It was everything he liked about the man in one facial expression.
On the way back to the dorms, Jake went over the plans in his mind again.
Goal 1: Find a way to move in with Dad, permanently.
Goal 2: Drop out of school and get a full-time job.
Goal 3: Confront Mateo Reyes about his relationship with Rob
Goal 4: Discover the identity of his own father.
Jake had made little to no headway in Goal 4. For better or worse, that was on the back burner. Besides, the other three were keeping him occupied enough as it was.
As the days passed, Goal 1 seemed less like a challenge and more like an inevitability. There had always been a closeness between father and son, but with all of the boundaries between them seemingly obliterated by their sexual relationship, the desire to be together had only intensified. His dad wanted Jake around as much as Jake wanted to be there, there was never in doubt. They simply had to work out the logistics. Which lead to Goal 2…
Jake had thought school long and hard. Truly, he had. He made a promise to his dad and he was going to keep with it, but only for the rest of the semester. He knew where he wanted to be and that was back at home with Rob, being his dad’s man, and ideally, the man of the house. Rob would bitch and moan, give him a big guilt tripping lecture about how he was throwing his life down the drain for some easy sex with a man about to topple over the hill, but they both knew that wasn’t true. Not anymore. Whatever was going on between him and Rob, whatever twisted form of love had blossomed in their bed together, it was real and potent. Too potent for Jake to ignore anymore. Maybe school was waiting for Jake down the road at some point, but not here, not like this, not so far away…
The work situation was troubling though because as much as he hated to admit it, on some level his dad had a point. Jake didn’t really have any meaningful career experience or goals, unless you counted the mandatory community engagement classes he was forced to take in middle and high school. Those could hardly be called the most valuable life lessons, especially since he had cheated his way through most of them…
Which left the most likely option, the one that carried the most gains and the most risk. He could work at Jeffries Construction. Being the son of the fabled Robert McManus, he was practically a shoe-in, even if Rob would be caught dead before agreeing to it, but he didn’t need his dad’s permission. He had another man batting in his corner, and while he was reluctant to drag Uncle Earl into any more family squabbles than he already got himself sucked into, he could, and would do so if his back was against the wall.
Then there was the issue of Matty.
Based on the little information he was able to glean from his online deepdive of the kid, he was left only more confused. Mateo Reyes seemed so...tame, for lack of a better world. It made his absence in Rob and Caleb’s life feel more confusing than concerning. There was a story there, probably one that didn’t make good ole dad come out looking like a knight in shining armor. He would get to the bottom of it and have it out with Matty, one way or another. He just had to get in first…
As if on cue, he heard a ping from his phone, and pulling it up from his pocket, he glanced at the screen and broke into a wide grin.
Mateo Reyes started following you
Well, what do you know. It looked like Goal 3 was coming along even just fine on its own.
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II.
Since the confirmation of his worst fears, each day had transformed into blur for Robert McManus. At the behest of his most trusted work colleagues, Rob had finally relented and hired a sitter to watch his boy for a while each day. Suzie seemed like a nice enough girl, and certainly had the credentials to match. Lilian had sworn on her up and down, and as much as Lil was an inscrutable gossip, she usually had pretty good grip on the character of other people. So far, so good, but he couldn’t help but feel like he was being a shitty dad leaving his boy with what felt like a virtual stranger.
Still, he had to get out of that house and as much as it pained him to admit, he had to get away from Caleb when he could too. Being around the baby boy just rammed home the truth that was growing inside his womb. You’ve just come into this world, Caleb, and you are already going to become a big brother. Just thinking the words were enough to cause anxiety to rise like bile in his throat. He didn’t know what he was going to do. There was no solution, no easy fix. Well...there was one. But as soon as the thought entered his mind he choked it to death like it was a home invader set out to harm his family. This child wasn’t just his. It was his and Jake’s. He would never rob his son of his own child. Never.
Rob had thought himself discreet, taking on the role of stern and stoic Robert McManus, firm but understanding manager as he always had in the past. He hadn’t really fooled anyone. They could all tell something was up, even if Rob wasn’t going to come out and say it. Which meant it was left to the one man who was Rob’s closest confidante and most bothersome friend to get to the bottom of things.
“You gonna tell me what’s going on, Bossman, or are we all going to have to keep walking around on eggshells?” Earl asked him, after having dragged him into an empty trailer, so they could have a one-on-one conversation. The words, meant to be light and reassuring, rang as a harsh accusation in the dim, utilitarian surroundings.
Rob twisted out of Earl’s grip, an angry snarl on his face.
“I don’t see how my private life is any concern of yours, Earl Fallon. Sometimes you’re as bad as a goddamn woman. Why can’t you just do us both a favor and look after your own family for once,” he said, regretting the words even as they spilled from his mouth. There was still unresolved issues between the pair, swept under the rug but creeping out like an infection all the same. There was a brief instance where Earl looked genuinely hurt by Rob’s words, but that moment was quickly smothered and engulfed by a look of profound anger.
“I thought I was your best friend, Robert McManus,” Earl said, the name coming off acidic in his tongue. “I thought maybe we could be men about this and you could give it to me straight, but I guess you just like being a bitch more.”
Something snapped in Rob then and he lunged toward Earl, shoving the thinner man against the trailer’s wall with a hollow bang. One arm held Earl by the neck while the other rose, fist in the air ready to strike at a moment’s notice. Being the blue collar men they were, neither of them was a stranger to a bit of violence, but it had never sparked between them, not like this. Earl’s eyes widened, the whites jumping, before they narrowed into angry slits, and he hissed out, venom in his voice,
“I suggest you keep your paws to yourself McManus, else I’m liable to stick my teeth into you.” Then, hitting below the belt. “We can’t have that now can we...not when we both know you are carrying again.” Rob’s eyes widened and he recoiled from Earl, bumping into a chair and almost knocking it over in his haste. Earl looked at him, the anger still simmering but tempered with something closer to pity. He shook his head sadly.
“I knew it. I fucking knew it.” Rob could feel the shakes starting to come on again, and he dug his fingers into his own arm, trying to slow the oncoming storm of panic. Earl gave Rob another scrutinizing look, as if deciphering the details in an abstract figure that looked looked familiar but he couldn’t figure out how or why.
“So...who’s the lucky fella this time?” Earl asked, sarcasm dripping from his lips. “Did you and Matty make up? Decide to go for a twofer?” Rob shook his head, mute. Earl scoffed. “Well it sure ain’t been no one else around here, that’s for damn sure.” His eyes needled Rob. “I’ve been keeping a closer eye on things since the last fiasco,” he added, and Rob couldn’t blame him.
He had royally fucked things up with Matty, no denial there. Against all odds he had found a way to make an even bigger mistake though.
“Well, McManus?” Earl barked, loud enough to make Rob jump. “Who was it this time? Or have you been so busy getting your cooch filled you can’t keep track?” It was a mean, nasty thing to say, and for a split second the fighting spirit returned to Rob’s body.
“Fuck you, Earl,” he snarled, and Earl laughed at him, harsh and mirthless.
“Naw, thank you, somebody else beat me to the punch,” he said, grinning in a way that was scary. Then his face went deadly serious, like a switch being flipped. “I’m serious, Rob. If this friendship means anything at all to you...I need to know.” then with an extra emotional punch added. “Because got damn it, man you’ve been a fucking mess for over a year now and here you are doing it all over again!”
Rob was momentarily caught off guard by the sudden display of raw emotionality. He had known Earl Fallon for many years, and they had been thick as thieves, enough so that Earl had uprooted his family to follow Rob to Seattle. He looked at Earl, eyes pleading. Don’t make me say it…
Earl sighed, his stature calming somewhat. He knew Rob well enough to know that cornering would only get him so far. It was time to pry at his weak spots and drag the truth out kicking and screaming…
“Friend,” he started, voice quiet now. “We both know you ain’t got long before you start showing, and once you do, the cat’s out of the bag.” There was wisdom in Earl’s words. “Let me help you. We can figure it out together.” Rob shook his head, closing his eyes, emotions threatening to overwhelm him again. He jumped when he felt Earl’s hand clasp onto his shoulder.
“Rob,” he started quietly. “It’s someone I know, isn’t it?” Rob’s pulse quickened, his heart threatening to burst from his chest. “I ain’t going to judge ya, but I can’t help if you don’t let me…”
Rob looked in Earl’s face. He and the foreman had a similar conversation many months ago, but this was worse, far worse. Matty was young and complicated, but he at least fit within the confines of respectable society. But Jake, his own son? How could he ever excuse that? He gave Earl a curt nod.
“...yeah, you know him…” he managed, but didn’t elaborate. Earl had a look of intense concentration on his face, and he realized the foreman was doing the math in his head, going over all the possible candidates, no matter how slim, and whittling away at the list. Earl shook his head, bafflement in his features.
“I can’t for the life of me figure out who would have gotten the opportunity. It’s not like you had much of a life for months now. Hell, you and Jake have been attached at the hip ever since little Caleb came into this world,” It happened then, the dim flicker of an impossible idea sparking into lurid life. Earl’s eyes widened in shock at the image, already ready to dismiss the possibility, when Rob, catching a reflection of the thoughts running through Earl’s mind, instinctively flinched, giving it all away. Earl’s hand retracted immediately and he backed up to the opposite end of the room. He stared at Rob in disbelief, for the first time in their entire relationship stunned into silence.
“Earl, please-” Rob tried, stepping forward to reach for his friend, but Earl dodged out of his grasp, still gaping at Rob like he was an exhibit in a freak show. There was a painfully awkward expression on Earl Fallon’s face. Shock, yes, how could there not be, but something else, something deep and profoundly wounded that Rob couldn’t put his finger on.
“H-how…” Earl said, clearly trying to find words to process this information. He shook his head violently. “He’s your goddamn son, Rob!” he hissed, a hint of horror in his voice.
“Earl,” he tried again. “You don’t understand. Things...things have been confusing at home.” It sounded so lame, so insufficient, so much like an excuse. It didn’t provide an answer or the reassurance that either man was looking for. Earl laughed again, the sound discordant and bitter in the small trailer.
“Earl, please,” Rob said, starting to feel the panic rising again. “You-you can’t say anything.” He imagined word getting around work about his incestous lover affair with his own son. It would be disastrous in a way that couldn’t be put into words. His life would well and truly be over. Earl gave him a look.
“What about Jacob?” he asked, tone accusing. “What’s he got to say about all this?” Rob bit his lip, a guilty expression on his face as he avoided Earl’s glare.
“He doesn’t know yet…” Earl snorted, shaking his head.
“Guess a leopard really don’t change its spots.” Rob didn’t have a comeback for that. What was true was true.
“Earl, let me handle things with Jake, ok?” he said, his head beginning to ache from the stress he was under. He expected a snarky comeback or put down and was surprised when Earl just nodded. He looked at his old friend with more than a little apprehension.
“Friend, I don’t need to say a damn word to your boy about your...condition,” he said, the last word feeling slimy in his mouth. He spoke with a calm confidence as he continued, “The way I see it, your body will do all of the explaining one way or another soon enough.” Now he smiled again, something between disappointment and glee in his mouth. “You won’t be able to kick him out of your life like you did poor Matty.”
Rob flinched. That stung more than he wanted to admit. Earl was right, of course. Right in that infuriating way that only he knew how to be. He nodded back at his old friend and the moment sat quiet between the two for a spell. The troubles were not over between them, Rob could tell. If anything, this newest series of revelations had only widened the gulf, but even then he still trusted Earl in his gut. Earl Fallon loved Jacob like he was his own son and he wouldn’t do anything to harm that relationship if he could help it.
“Earl,” he said, “I can’t explain this thing between Jake and I. It’s not normal, I know that. I’m not a monster. I just…” he trailed off, as Earl held his hand up, cutting off the rationale he was trying to build to.
“Save it, McManus,” Earl said, a new weariness in his voice, as if even the wiry spring was tired of recoiling. “I just want to pretend none of this is happening,” he gave Rob’s abdomen a wary glance, “...at least as long as we both are able.” With that he turned around, the door swinging open and slamming behind him as Rob collapsed in the chair, feeling as if the trailer was coming down around him.
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III.
“You know, Jacob,” Bill said, his hands digging into Jake’s scapular muscles, “You sure carry a lot of tension in your body for such a man your age.” Jake grunted in reply, partially because he didn’t want to respond to Bill’s unspoken question, but also because his face was currently buried in a plush pillow making words of any kind a difficult endeavor. A particularly deep push on the knot he had been carrying all week made him groan even louder. He heard Bill softly chuckle behind him and imagined the older man’s gentle, teasing smile.
“I would have thought you would be much more relaxed then this after that expert blowjob I gave you,” he said, a hint of teasing and genuine pride in his voice. There was a witty comeback for that somewhere, but the words weren’t coming into Jake’s head the way he wanted them to. Besides, Bill wasn’t exactly lying. The man was an expert at giving head. He finally coked his head to the side, his neck protesting the movement.
“I got a lot on my mind, alright?” he said, his tone dismissive. Bill hummed, raising an eyebrow as his hands abandoned Jake’s shoulder and made their way down his torso.
“Pray tell, Jacob,” he said, only partially serious, “What worries of the world are eating at your mind?” Jake closed his eyes for a moment, hiding away the concerns that he feared would shine like a beacon in his clear eyes. When he opened them again he replied,
“Just family stuff.” Nice and vague. Noncommittal, but true. He hoped Bill would take the hint and drop it, but the man was undettered.
“Your father?” he asked, softly. Jake cursed in his head. He knew he would regret mentioning his dad and Caleb to Bill. In a moment of lightheaded, almost giddy weakness, he had let a heavily censored version of the truth slip from his lips after a particularly good session together. At the time, he had assumed Bill was only entertaining him, just listening and nodding along to keep Jacob’s attentions on him, but it appeared the older man had taken his words to heart.
“Yeah…” he conceded. “I just...worry sometimes.” He admitted, but didn’t clarify, and thankfully this time Bill didn’t press. He had to give the man credit, he knew just how much to prod and when to stop, which couldn’t be said for many of the men in his life.
“Sounds rough,” Bill said, empathetic. Jake felt Bill’s hands drift downward, fingers grazing the top of his buttocks. “Maybe I can help take your mind off things.” he said, a note of mischief in his voice now. Jake raised an eyebrow and gave Bill a look.
“What are you up to?” he asked, deliberately trying to throw the older man off, but Bill seemed unconcerned by Jake’s words. Instead he felt those fingers lightly skip along the plump hills of his buttocks, the thumbs treading along the valley between.
“I told you from the beginning, Jacob,” Bill said, thumbs digging in now. “I’m full service.” Now those same thick nubs pried the cheeks apart, and Jake’s virgin trail was exposed for the first time.
“Hey-” he started to protest, but found his words abruptly cut off when Bill dipped his head between Jacob’s asscheeks and gave the hole a playful lick. Jake meeped in shock, and then quickly buried his head in the pillow, face burning in mortification. Above him, Bill licked his lips.
“Tasty,” Bill said, smacking his lips, ready for more. “Just like I knew you would be.” Then he dived back down, his face burying itself between the McManus mounds, drawing more of those new sensations from Jake’s sensitive hole. Jake kept his face down, he sure as hell wasn’t going to give Bill the satisfaction of hearing any more embarrassing pleasure noises. God, I’m as bad as my dad, he thought, realizing only too late his mistake when the rest of his body lit up like a Christmas tree. It was prominent enough that even with his face wedged in Jake’s ass Bill could tell and mistook the reaction as his doing. Not eager to reveal the truth, especially not now, Jake let Bill go about his work, content to lay there and accept the older man’s offerings for the moment.
He and Rob had never tried rimming before, not in this configuration anyways. Jake wasn’t sure if he should blame himself for that or not. He was certain that Rob would have eaten him out with just as much passion as Bill was if he had asked for it, and maybe that was the problem. His relationship with his dad, the sexual part anyways, had always functioned on a binary. Jake was the top, the dom, the man. Rob was the bottom, the sub, the woman. Having his ass eaten felt like a muddying of the waters that he had so painstakingly worked to clean up and swim in.
Now though, as Bill’s tongue dug in deep, he knew he would want more. He had already conquered Robert with his dick and he knew well enough that if he wanted to he could conquer his dad with his ass too. That thought only brought more confusing tingling sensations from his groin.
His horny rumination was disrupted by the sound of his cellphone vibrating in his pants. He ignored it. It would have been rude to answer, and besides, he wasn’t going to tell Bill to stop, not a chance in hell. But, when the phone started ringing again, and then again a minute later, he started to feel concerned. Bill must have felt it too, because as the older man pulled up, wiping his mouth off with the back of his hand, he said to Jake,
“Better check that. Could be important.” Jake smiled a little. So cool and understanding. So much like a dad.
Reluctantly crawling off the bed, Jake bent over, unintentionally giving Bill a stunning view of his damp hole in the process. He rummaged around in his jeans pocket until he pulled his phone out.
Earl Fallon – 4 Missed Calls
Uh-oh.
Earl Fallon willingly using a phone was an unusual occurrence. Earl Fallon calling him multiple times in less than an hour meant one thing and one thing only: trouble. He gave Bill an apologetic look as he hit the call button, stepped out of the bedroom, and walked down the hallway. He suddenly felt even more naked than he already was.
The phone range, once, twice, and then Earl picked up, a big huff of air as he did so, like he had made a run for the phone.
“Hello!?” he heard the older man say over the speaker. Jake frowned, already annoyed. Earl knew who was calling, it would have come up on the screen.
“Hey Uncle Earl, it’s Jake,” Jake said, keeping his tone light. “You tried to call me?” Jake wasn’t sure why he was acting like he didn’t understand either. He obviously knew Earl needed to speak with him about something and urgently too. He heard a shuffling sound from across the line, as if Earl was rummaging around near his space.
“Yeah, kid.” Earl said, sounding slightly out of breath. “We gotta talk.” Jake’s frown deepened, a worrying crease spreading between his eyes.
“What’s going on, Earl?” he asked, wanting to get right to the chase. He didn’t want to have a long drawn out conversation with Bill hanging out in the very next room. Especially if the topic of conversation involved a specific man like he was afraid off. There was a pause, as if Earl was thinking of how to present the information to Jacob. Another worrying sign.
“Jake, have you seen your dad recently?” Earl asked, his voice weirdly controlled.
“Um, no. Not really. We chat on the phone a lot,” Jake said, wondering where this was all going. “Why? Did something happen?” He heard a humorless chuckle that made his heart beat deeper in his chest.
“That’s an awfully loaded question, son,” Earl said, his voice suddenly sounding world weary in a way Jake had never heard before. Jake’s frown morphing from worry to perplexion.
“Earl, what’s going on? What’s up with dad?” he asked, point blank, knowing something was wrong now. His voice rose an inch as he followed up, “Is he ok?” The bark of laughter caught Jake off guard.
“Jacob, at this point anything involving your dad’s health is above my pay grade,” he said, a hint of bitterness in the words that sounded sour in the usually playful man’s mouth. There was a sigh and more rubbing noises, followed by a hiss from Earl over the phone. What was he doing over there?
“Jake,” Earl continued, “You and your dad have something serious you need to talk about. That’s all I can say, alright?” Jake nodded, before remembering Earl wasn’t in the room so he needed to use his voice.
“Okay…” Jake said, apprehensive. “I’ll give him a call when I get home.” He was actually ready to hang up the phone and dial his dad directly, but Earl wasn’t through with him yet.
“Jake, wait!” Jake froze, unused to having orders snapped at him, especially in that worried tone. He said nothing as Earl continued.
“Jacob...I’m going to ask you something that’s going to sound kind of...strange, and I want you to be honest with me, ok?” Jake’s eyebrow raised. Why was Earl suddenly in concerned dad mode, especially if the problem was with Rob?
“Has Robert…” there was a long, anxious pause where Jake could practically hear Earl trying to form the words in his head. “Has he ever done anything weird with you, son? Anything inappropriate?” At first Jake didn’t understand what Earl was hinting at. Then it hit him like a freight train.
Holy shit! He knows! Or least suspected.
His first instinct was to lie, and he could feel words of deception threatening to tumble out of his mouth, but he stopped himself in time. There was too much lying in the McManus family. That was what had started this entire mess and led to the very conversation he was having with Uncle Earl right now. He cleared his throat.
“Done anything weird?” he responded, choosing his words carefully. “Nothing I didn’t want.” Then an added twist of the knife. “Nothing I didn’t ask for or demand from him.”
There was a long silence then, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. It was so deathly silent, Jake couldn’t even hear Earl breath until the older man and life confidante finally found his voice again.
“I-I see.” Earl said, as if he was speaking to a stranger. “You better call your dad now, Jacob.” Another pause, and then more words, choked out. “I bet he will be happy to hear from you.” Then the sound of a dial tone. Jake stared at the phone for a second, trying to process what just happened.
Looks like the cat is out of the bag now. Dad’s going to have a field day with that.
He would deal with that when it came. One problem at a time. He quickly pulled up his father’s contact information and started the call. He was already feeling antsy about what must have been going on.
The phone rang only once before Rob picked up.
“Hey, Jake,” his dad said, sounding happy. “Good to hear from you.” Jake bit his lip wondering if that was really true or not.
“Yeah, good to talk to you, Dad,” there was a pause as Jake prepared himself for whatever might come out of his father’s mouth. “How are things at home? Everything alright?” he asked, voice only slightly raised with the last question. There was only a moment’s hesitation before Rob responded.
“It’s been fine. At least as fine as it can be with you away at school,” Rob said, and despite his worries, Jake still smiled at that. “Your brother misses you, Jake.” Just Caleb, Dad? Jake thought to himself, certain the truth was more complicated than that.
“That’s cool, I miss little bro too,” Jake said, finding it easier to talk when he was speaking the truth. “I was just kinda worried something might have come up while I was away…” he added, more directly insinuating that they needed to talk. If Rob knew what he was talking about, he was doing a good job hiding it.
“Just the same old crap, that’s all,” he said, super casual, and alarms immediately went off in Jake’s head. He’s lying to me. Why is he lying?
“Ok…” he thought about where to proceed from here. There was no way Rob was going to come out and actually say what was bothering him, and Jake didn’t even know what to prod at to pinpoint the truth. It was time for Plan B. “I’ve got some time this weekend, so I thought I’d let you know I was coming home to visit.” He heard an intake of surprise over the phone and then an excited recovery.
“Really? That’s great!” Rob said, the happiness dripping cloyingly off his tongue. It was real happiness, but oversaturated. Too strong to be fully real and designed to drive out the flavor of whatever was worrying the older man. Jake’s face set in a line of concern. This was going to be a tricky weekend, that was for sure.
They exchanged a few more pleasantries, a few more empty words and phrases, the real meat of the phone call going unattended, burning on the grill. When his dad finally hung up, a quiet, “Love you, son.” and the sound of a click, Jake felt only relief.
Jake hated that there was yet another secret he had to contend with, and silently thanked and cursed Earl in equal measure for bringing it to his attention. Oh well, he would get to the bottom of things this weekend, one way or another.
He almost jumped out of his skin when he heard a gentle tap-tap-tap, behind him and realized that Bill was standing in the doorway of his bedroom, looking at Jake with an expression of mild, paternal concern.
“Everything ok out here?” Bill asked, respectful. Jake nodded, coming down from his surprise and blushed, feeling more than a little silly.
“Yeah, just...family drama,” he said, not having the energy to even lie about it. Bill nodded, understanding in the way that only a man who has lived a full and eventful life could. He rested a hand on Jake’s shoulder.
“Anything I can do to help?” he asked, voice respectfully hopeful. “I don’t mind picking back up where we were if you need some release…” Jake smiled at that, weakly, but still enjoying the warmth of the moment. More still, he appreciated Bill’s casual bro dad nature even more than he had before. There was no drama with Bill, and the steady calm felt like a boon for his soul.
“No, I think I better get back,” he said to Bill, with a small apologetic shake of his head. Bill nodded, as if expecting that response and seemed unoffended by Jacob’s cum-and-go mentality.
“I’ll be around if you need another break, alright?” he said, a standing invitation. Jake’s smile widened. He loved his dad dearly, almost manically, but there was a small part of him that craved the broish simplicity of Bill’s mouth. He didn’t know when he would be back, and a part of him wondered if this was going to actually be their last encounter. There was something brewing under the surface at the McManus household, something that felt like it was going to explode and upend his life in ways he had never endured before. He could only remember feeling this way once in his entire life up to this point, and that was the moment Robert showed off his pregnant body to his oldest son for the first time…
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IV.
The drive back to Seattle was mercifully uneventful. The only issue was the lack of incident gave Jacob too much time in his own head and he could feel it filling with the weight of unwanted anxieties. He tried to distract, first with music, heavy metal blaring at full blast making his ear drums ache, and when that only succeeding in filling his head with an aggravated kind of static, he tried something he would have never conceived of before this trip.
The low warbling drone of a public radio broadcaster poured from the speakers, having the strange effect of calming and numbing his mind in equal measure. He didn’t listen to the words, only the intonation, and entered something like a trance state, droning along the road. Probably not the best thing for highway driving, but needs must. He was slightly startled when he pulled into the residential neighborhood where his dad and little brother lived. It felt as if hours of his life had slipped away in the blink of an eye.
Rob’s Bronco, shiny and new, sat in the driveway. Jake pulled up next to it, gave the horn a small toot for good measure, and then stepped out onto the aging cement. When he walked up to the front door, he watched it open as if the hinges were primed for the presence of the man of the house. In reality, it was just Rob, waiting dutifully for his son to come back home. The big man pulled him into a hug as soon as the door closed behind them, beard hair bristling against Jake’s smoother cheeks.
“Jake…” Rob sighed, the name loaded in a way Jacob had never heard it before. Yeah, there was something going on, buried beneath that parental love. Rob eased up his grip on his oldest, reluctantly, and leaned back to look at him.
“It’s good to have you back,” he said, a small smile on his face, but beneath the smile there was something lurking. Jake could see it behind the sparkle in his dad’s eyes. The words SECRET flashing like a neon billboard. He stepped away from his dad.
“Where’s Caleb?” he asked, and frowned as Rob’s finger settled on his lips.
“Catching some much needed z’s’” Rob said softly. Jake nodded, understanding all too well the value of keeping his brother asleep.
“Guess that means no sex for me,” Jake said, only half serious. Rob smiled at him, a naughty twinkle in his eyes.
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” he said, licking his lips. “A horny young man told me I’m really good at giving head.” He began to drop to his knees. “Real quiet about it too.” Rob was surprised when Jake’s hands gripped his dad’s shoulders and dragged him back up to his feet.
“Maybe later, dad,” Jake said, in apology, and nudged past him toward the kitchen. “Can we get something to eat? I’m starving,” Jake said, eager to change the subject.
They ordered in pizza and hot wings, and Jake was treated to the obscene show of Robert snarfing down poultry meat, all the while smearing sauce across his eager chops. He shook his head. I know what you’re doing, Dad, he thought, but watched all the same as that thick tongue swiped across BBQ flavored fingers. The truth was a large part of Jacob wanted to grab his dad, toss him to the floor, rip his clothes off, and fuck him like an animal. That part of him always craved his dad that way. But there was a smaller part, getting louder by the hour, that whispered into Jacob’s head, Something’s not right.
Jake couldn’t turn that voice off, and shocking even himself, he realized he didn’t want to. Sex was good, no, sex was great, but it was also a distraction, stopping him from uncovering the stickier aspects of Robert McManus that didn’t exist between his legs. So, against all odds, he ignored his dad’s intentions, the lusty looks, the rubbing foot, the hungry looking lips. Later, he told himself.
Later seemed like it was going to become Much Later when Rob asked him with a slightly worried expression on his face,
“Everything ok, son? You seem a little off.” Rob asked him as he brewed a fresh pot of coffee. How to even respond to that? Lie? Stall? Tell the truth? He sighed.
“Just got a lot on my mind…” he said, cryptically. Seeing the concerned look on Robert’s face, he decided to throw a little bait into the water and see what kind of bite he got. “I had an interesting conversation with Uncle Earl before I came up here.” Rob’s face darkened instantly, the weather turning frightfully stormy.
“Really now?” Rob said, a hint of something nasty in his voice. “What did Earl Fallon have to say to you exactly?’ Jake gave his dad a look, not liking his tone one bit.
“Not much really, just that I needed to talk to you,” Jake said, tone inquiring. He watched as anger flashed over his dad’s face, and heard his dad mutter a curse.
“Goddamn, Earl Fallon.” Jake watched this, waiting to see what his dad would do next. Rob sat down at the kitchen table, rubbing his fingers across his temples as if trying to ward off a phantom pain.
“Dad? What is it?” Jake asked, keeping his cool and becoming aware that something was about to hit the fan. Rob sighed, shook his head, and looked at his son with sad, defeated eyes.
“I just wanted a little more time, that’s all. I just wanted… a little peace,” he said, and something about the words made Jake’s veins run cold. His eyes narrowed, one of his go-to fear responses.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean, dad? Tell me what’s going on,” he snapped, the fear buried beneath a comforting blanket of anger. Rob huffed at him, giving him a wretched look, before rising to his feet and walking over to the cabinets near the fridge. He opened a drawer, the sound of random tools and packets clanking around the tight space, and dug around for a brief moment, before his fist closed around an object. Rob stood in place, just clutching the item tightly, as if whatever he held in his hand jump out his grip at any moment.
When he came back to the table, it was not with the hesitancy of a defeated man anymore, but the wild energy of a man who had nothing left to hide and was showing his hand. He slammed his hand down on the table in front of his son, palm down, the impact making a loud slapping noise that sounded like a thunderclap in the room, then he stomped back over to the chair, sat down in a fashion that was more a collapse, and waited for the fallout.
Jake looked down at the small white stick, disbelieving at first. He picked it up gingerly with one hand, as if holding a sacred artifact and rotated the piece of plastic between his fingers. There it was, plain as day. Pink stripes marking the white like blood.
“Congratulations, Jacob McManus. You’re going to be a father,” he heard Rob say, but the meanspiritedness of his father’s words didn’t even register. He just stared at the device, unbelieving, until finally he broke out into a wide grin.
“Holy fuck,” he breathed, not sure even of what to say. “Oh my god, Dad…!” He looked up at Rob then and didn’t find a look of happiness that mirrored his own. Instead, arms crossed in front of his chest, Rob’s face was a stone mask, nearly emotionless. Jake’s own smile began to falter.
“Dad,” he began, noticing how his old man didn’t even react to his words. “We’re having a kid together.” Still nothing. “That’s amazing, isn’t it?” he asked, feeling nervous about the idea for the first time. Rob shook his head, giving his own son a sad, pitying look.
“No, Jacob,” he said, voice cold. “It’s not amazing. It’s fucked up.” Jake felt as if he had been slapped in the face. Then Rob added salt to the wound. “You’ve really fucked things up for both of us.” Jake recoiled, genuinely shocked at the cruelty in his dad’s words. Then the anger flowed in, hot and molten, and he went on the offensive.
“I don’t remember you complaining at the time,” he said, voice sounding bitter to his own ears. He noticed the flinch of acknowledgment in his dad’s features and felt a minor sense of victory, but Rob recovered quickly.
“I was stupid. I let a little boy call the shots and look where you led us,” Rob said, but he didn’t meet his son’s angry gaze. Jake could feel tears wanting to well up, but he would be damned if he would let this asshole version of his father see him cry. He’d pack up and drive away before that happened.
“You know what, fuck you,” he snarled, and stood up fast enough to make the chair he was sitting in topple over onto the floor. He tossed the stick at his dad, who slapped it away as if trying to ward of a curse. “If you hate me so much, then I’m happy to get the hell away from you.”
He heard his dad bark at him, something sharp and judgmental, but he wasn’t listening anymore. He was already heading out the door, putting on his jacket as he walked down the driveway, and ignoring Rob’s shouts as he pulled onto the road.
After getting a good distance away from the neighborhood, he let the pain sink in, slamming a fist onto the wheel of his car, hitting the horn once or twice, the sharp angry cry of the vehicle a more fitting statement than any words he could have formed.
It was only after he had gotten the worst of it out of his system and the fatigue unique to family pain began to set in that he heard his phone chime. He pulled it out of his pocket, saw the name, and scowled.
jake come home im sorry
Fuck him! He thought with a snarl, tossing the phone across the car where it bounced off his seat. There was another vibration, a pause, then another. The old man wasn’t going to let it go. He must have been worried about the way Jake ran off.
Good, he thought, the word flowing like a pleasant poison in his veins. Let him suffer for a while.
He turned his attention away from his dad and toward the more pressing long-term concern.
Shit, I’m really going to be a father, he thought, feeling it start to kick in a little more this time. The idea of it was so gargantuan that he couldn’t quite fathom it. It was daunting in a way he had never experienced. He could understand his dad’s trepidation a little, and the thought of empathizing with his dad just made him angry all over again.
Turning the car keys, he blared more metal on the radio, cranking the volume up to loud enough to piss off the neighborhood. If he was going to be a dad, he wasn’t going to have many days of freedom left, so he better go out and enjoy himself while he still had the chance.
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V.
The rest of the evening passed in a blur of beer bottles, bourbon, and boobs. The last Jake could have done without, but his liquor-soaked brain, still stinging from Rob’s barbs, latched onto whatever pretty thing planted itself in front of him. In this case it was two somethings in a tight top and by the way they bounced, no bra. He and the girl (Kim? Kelly? Something like that) chatted a bit, speaking more with their eyes undressing each other than their mouths. After a few rounds they ended up back in the backseat of Jake’s car, his greedy fingers roaming under her pants for the prize. He was almost there when he heard it.
Ring Ring Ring
He froze, boner in his pants going limp as a noodle. The girl, who had been all up on his neck gave him an annoyed glance.
“What’s wrong?” she asked. Jake ignored her question, digging around his jeans before his addled brain realized the phone was in his jacket pocket. The girl watched as he pulled his pockets inside out looking for it.
“Sorry, you gotta go,” Jake said, not bothering to look her in the face, as he continued his search. He didn’t need her anymore and whatever was about to go down was fit for her ears.
“Are you serious right now?” Jake gave her a dismissive nod. Buttoning up her blouse, she gave him the finger and flew out of the car, storming back to the bar.
The caller had hung up long by the time Jake retrieved his phone, but there was a voice message waiting for him. He pressed the play button, putting the phone up to his ear, eager to hear what was going to be said. When Rob’s voice came on the speaker, Jake felt himself begin to well up.
“Son, it’s your Dad. I...I’m just calling to apologize. Again.” There was a pause, and he could imagine Rob smacking himself in the head at his words. “I’m sorry about that too, Jake.” A depreciating huff. “I’m real shit at these touchy-feely kind of things.” A sniff. “I’m having a rough time of things, son, and...I know it’s no excuse, but it’s the truth. I just…” Rob’s voice began to crack. “Please come home, son. I miss you something awful. I-I love you, Jake.” Another sniff, followed by an embarrassed cough, then the dial tone. Jake bit his lip, trying to calm down his own emotions.
“Damn it, Dad,” he murmured, voice quivering. He started the car and got back on the road where he needed to go.
He had driven far out of the way, so it took a good long while to get back to the old neighborhood. When he arrived back home, the house was dark and quiet. He opened the front door as quietly as he could, and promptly walked into a side table near the door, cursing as he rubbed his now sore knee. He hobbled his way towards the kitchen, more embarrassed by his mishap than hurt. He was beginning to regret his decision to down that last shot of Jack, when the lights in the room flashed on blinding him.
“Jacob?” he heard his dad’s voice say, and after shielding his eyes he was able to blink away the worst of the light. There in all of his glory, stood his dad, naked and hairy except for a small pair of blue shorts, the kind his dad liked to sleep in when he was alone. An overwhelming wave of desire for the man hit Jake that only mellowed when he saw the look of sadness in his dad’s eyes. He reached out.
“Come here.” he said, hand open. Rob hesitated for a moment, then took the first step and another, until Jake’s palm touched his arm, and he fell into his boy’s grasp. Rob made a pained sound.
“I’m sorry,” he whined, emotion heavy on his voice. “I’m just so fucked up right now.” Jake shushed the older man, his grip tightening, not to hurt but to reassure. He was where he belonged. When Jake’s lips connected with his neck, Rob cried out in surprise, a mixture of pleasure and emotional release. The free hand grasped a meaty buttock, squeezing the hairy flesh in the polyester they were currently encased in.
Jake said nothing to his dad. Words were what got them in trouble, and he didn’t trust them both to go back down the path of destruction, especially with the booze swimming in his system. Instead, he focused his attention back on the one area of communication they had absolutely no problems with. His cock, fully hard now, rubbed against the front of Rob’s shorts, poking at the indention that lay there. He heard his dad sigh, his body leaning into the comforting embrace of his oldest son and the familiar feeling of his youthful flesh asserting itself.
Using the full force of his body, he walked his dad backwards, step by step, until Rob’s beefy rear butted up against the table. Wasting no more time, he flipped the bigger man around and shoved him face first down onto the table. A woof of air, escaped from Rob’s lips and he grunted, but otherwise didn’t protest. Jake hands gripped the waistband of Rob’s shorts and yanked them down with a violent tug, dragging them down the barrel thighs and past the calves until they landed noiselessly on top of Rob’s feet. The older man was trembling as Jake dropped to his knees. He probably thinks I’m going to use his pussy again, Jake thought hotly, as he pried apart the thick flesh of Rob’s ass. Surprise, Dad.
When his tongue connected with Rob’s anus, the older man actually shouted and then clamped a hand over his mouth, muffling the shouts. Jake didn’t know if he was trying not to wake up Caleb or simply trying to preserve his dignity, but it mattered little to him. It all landed on the same result.
A small part of Jake worried that his dad might have been dirty inside, but his tongue tasted nothing but the neutral flavors of soap and his dad’s natural masculine tang underneath. He raised an eyebrow as he realized a bestial part of himself craved a stronger flavor. Something to consider for next time. Right now, it was time to torture Rob for his transgressions and prepare him for what was to come next. Rob’s hole was tight. Unlike his pussy, his asshole seemed to clench in a kind of aroused terror whenever Jake came near it, which only made Jake want to touch and tease it even more.
It didn’t matter how tight Rob was, Jake knew as his tongue pushed past the ring and deeper inside. Father or not, virgin or not, if Jake wanted inside, he would get inside. He continued to tongue fuck his dad, lowkey delighting in the whimpery sounds the bent over man was making for him. He could make it better though. Make it more torturous. As he continue to lick, he brought a free hand between Rob’s legs, fingers prodding at the wet cunt flesh that lay there. Now Rob’s cries were starting to get louder, and the older man was practically stuffing a fist in his mouth to keep from crying out. Jake grinned around his mouthful of ass.
With the combination of his probing tongue and his exploring fingers, Rob’s body was bending to his will as easily as steel drawn to a magnet. Some things were meant to be, and that included bodies. No one could make Rob feel the way his son made him feel, and Jake knew that, down to the pit of his soul. A new, fresher wave of possessiveness came over Jake, compelling and pushing him to bulldoze his way through another boundary and sow his seed in virgin lands. Rob’s hole, loosened up some now, quivered as if in sympathy. It was time.
Jake rose to his feet, mouth and fingers leaving his father’s yearning form. He walked away from Rob, ignoring the look his dad was giving him and began to rummage through cabinet doors, until he stumbled upon it. He grinned widely when he saw the label. Perfect. When he walked back to the table, he saw his dad’s head on it’s side, trying to glance behind him without rising from his bent position. Jake planted the object next to his dad’s head, the label inches from his old man’s blue eyes. He saw an ocean blue widen in realization. Crisco.
“I’m taking what belongs to me,” Jake said, no discussion necessary. He pried the lid open, letting it slide off the top and skittered across the table. He scooped deep into the tin with his fingers, until they came out greasy. Yes, this would do nicely.
He slathered the greasy substance all over his dad’s wet hole, watching with more than a little amusement as the older man squirmed on his fingertips. He was tempted to lick again, but wasn’t eager to end up with a mouthful of shortening. The price you had to pay for decent lubrication. His fingers probed now, two sliding in easy as pie, and a third quickly joining the pair. It turned out three really was company if the moans Rob was making were any indication. While he went about his work, he leisurely stroked himself, occasionally rubbing the length of his cock underneath Rob’s waist, where it poked and prodded at Rob’s pussy lips and sensitive clit. The moans his dad were making were a delight to his ears, and only emboldened the lust running through his arteries.
He was more than a little horned up with the combination of alcohol, anger, and weeks of distance forming a potent erotic cocktail. Jake grabbed more of the lube, smearing it along his own inches, deciding he enjoyed the oily slide, admiring the way it made his cock shine in the kitchen light. He aimed his slick head at his father’s equally slick asshole, feeling the tight opening quiver.
“Deep breath,” he said, warning and advice mixed together, and after a moment more, began to push inside. As he expected, his dad’s virgin passage was tight as a drum. Even with the Crisco, the push was slow and tight. Jake was tempted to shove in balls deep, to hear his dad shout out in the torturous blend of pain and pleasure only his son could bring, but he contained himself. He wanted to savor his dad’s deflowering and feel his old man’s hole open for him inch by inch.
As he passed the halfway point, the strain began to hit Rob, and Jake watched as his dad’s hands scrambled for something to grasp onto to steady himself. With his free, non-sticky hand, he pulled one arm, then the other behind Rob’s back, and clasped both of his father’s sweaty hands into his relatively dry one. The contact seemed to stabilize his old man, and even with his pained whimpers, his ass opened up for Jake until he was finally balls deep inside his old man. He stood there for a moment, taking in the sensation of being fully submersed. Finally, something he could claim as his own. A true first for both Jacob and Robert McManus. I’m going to make sure he never forgets it too.
He pulled out until just the head was situated in his dad’s clamping hole, and pushed back in to the base, drawing a pained cry from his dad. Then the real fucking began. In and out, again and again, Rob’s well-greased and hungry hole gobbling up Jake’s dick on every stroke. His dad’s hands jumped and tensed with every inward push, straining instinctively in Jake’s grip, but he wasn’t going to let him go. He wanted Rob to remember this moment and how he conquered his body. Soon, even that token resistance began to fade, the movements dying down to agitated twitches when Jake’s cock head would grind against his prostate.
Jake wasn’t sure what condition his dad’s cunt was in. Probably sopping wet if past times together were any indication. He was tempted to pull out of Rob’s ass and sample that wet hole again, but that might just send him over the edge and when he blew his load, it needed to be balls deep in his old man’s asshole. He had knocked up his dad good and proper by this point, literally and metaphorically. It was time to do the same on Rob’s other end.
Letting go of his dad’s hands, Jake instead gripped the hair on Rob’s head and yanked that head back so his dad was looking up at his son. The angle looked uncomfortable, and he could see Rob’s head wanting to rock with each thrust, but kept forced into this position by the firm grip he had over him. Rob’s eyes were watering, big tears threatening to roll down his cheeks. He wasn’t sure if it was pain, pleasure, humiliation, or simple overwhelmed senses, but it only made Jake want to fuck him harder. He looked down into those blue eyes, the expression in them subservient as if he was looking up at a divine being.
“This hole belongs to me, Dad,” he said, grunting as he continued to thrust. “I’m going to use it whenever I want. You understand that?” He watched as Rob tried to nod, but succeeded only in lulling his head to the beat of his son’s thrusts. Jake grinned.
“You’re carrying my child inside you, Dad,” he said hotly, and watched the first tear break away and plummet down into his dad’s beard. “I took what I wanted and knocked you up.” He leaned forward, his thrusts becoming more shallow, but quicker. “And you know what,” he hissed. “I’ll do it again if I want to. I’ll knock you up as many times as I feel like it” A look of awe-filled horror, mixed with a painful arousal came over his dad’s face. He saw the older man’s mouth open, as if to scream or shout, but no words came out. Jake knew how to get that mouth moving though.
“You want that, don’t you?” he asked, the words not truly a question. He felt Rob try and jerk his head away, to hide the truth of his emotions, but Jake’s ironclad grip made that impossible. “Say it.” Jake ordered. Rob’s eyes glittered, lips quivering as if torn in opposing directions.
“I...I want it,” Rob answered weakly. Jake grinned, but only slightly. He could do better than that.
“Say it, Dad! Say exactly what you want!” he demanded, his thrusts angled perfectly to pummel Rob’s prostate, his grip tight enough to make his dad see stars. He saw it then, in his dad’s eyes. The dam broke.
“I want you to knock me up!” He cried out.
Rob’s eyes widened in shock, a low, keening cry erupted from his throat, and then a wave of wetness shot from his cunt, splattering down his legs, soaking his feet.
“Holy shit!” Jake hissed, feeling the liquid land on his sneakers and jeans, while his dad’s asshole pulsed around his member. After that, it wasn’t going to take long at all. He released his grip on Rob’s head, letting it drop to the table, and began to pound within an inch of his life. Rob lay there, head on his side, drool dripping from his parted lips and as a tiny moan continued to drone continually from his mouth, “uhhhhhhh…”
When Jake came, he did so with a snarl, his thrusts never stopping, his grip on Rob’s hips digging in, bruising his father’s flesh. It was only when his cock began to become too sensitive that he slowed down, inhaling huge gasps of oxygen into hungry lungs. His prick slipped out of Rob’s body, drawing a tiny grown from his dad, and the hole closed up immediately, sealing itself away with its captured bounty. Feeling lightheaded, Jake gripped the counter behind him, surveying the damage.
Rob hadn’t moved an inch. He couldn’t if he had tried. He simply lay there, his own breathing heavy after the abuse he had suffered. His asshole ached at the treatment, but it was a good ache. It reminded him that he gave Jake what he needed. Made things right and gave his boy something no other man could ever have. He turned one eye to his lover, the blue searching.
“Jake…” he said weakly, the fight gone completely. All that was left was the devoted, submissive man. He whimpered when he felt Jake’s hands grip his buttcheeks again. Jake couldn’t want it again so soon, could he? The thought filled him with dread, and yet a tiny part sparked in excitement at the thought. He felt a wave of relief and something approaching joy when Jake spoke to him.
“Let’s take this to the bedroom,” his son said, his tone calmer now, spent. But not for long, never for long with Jacob McManus. He allowed Jake to bring him to a standing position, allowed himself to be guided slowly around the table, then down the hall, and into his bedroom. No, not his, theirs. That was the truth, more now than ever. They needed to have a conversation about the future, a real one, and soon, but that seemed unimportant right now. Tomorrow. His boy still needed him now. Jake closed the door behind him, sealing them away from the world, and for the first time in weeks, Rob allowed his mind to go mercifully blank.
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