The Return
As Caleb lay in the plush bed, he stared intently at the ceiling. It was like a cinema of all he had witnessed and experienced in the past two days. It was like watching vivid memories being projected onto the dark, night sky. The familiar emptiness returned. The familiar pressure building up. He reached underneath his waistband and rubbed at himself. It was not working. He persevered for a moment or two before reaching around and trying the alternative erogenous zone. ‘It is working better’ he thinks to himself, before again succumbing to the failed arousal.
With a heave and a huff, he climbed out of his bed, tentatively approaching the door. He slowly creaked the door open, waiting for a sign. A sign for what, he was not sure. That the coast was clear? That his dad was not in Julian’s master bedroom? That he was there?
His heart was beating out of his chest as he fumbled his way along the moonlit corridor. No sounds coming from Julian’s bedroom. God. It was now crystal clear what he was hoping for. His heart somehow began to beat even quicker. Reverberating around his skull, deafening his ears with each step. He began to swell and salivate with the anticipation.
As he approached the door, he saw the same shimmering coming from the table-side lamp. The excitement was overpowering. As he peeked through, he could see Julian’s strong back muscles glistening in the warm glow of the room. His tight buttocks relaxing and contracting. Why was he standing there? Was he exercising?
That’s when he realised what he was witnessing. His dad was on his knees in front of Julian. Slurping, sputtering, and gagging. He was close enough now to hear them over the crimson drum in his ribcage.
“That’s it, yes. Take it all, slut!” Growled Julian over the sound of slobbering. “You love being my filthy little cocksucker!”
“Yes, I do, Sir – thank you!” Breathed Mark.
Sir. Hearing the word made him harder than he had ever been before. ‘Is that what I should call him?’ was his first thought.
Julian turned his head towards the crack in the door. He looked Caleb straight in the eye, in a defiant, owning manner. A smirk formed as he adjusted his hips, turning slightly. Now Caleb could see the full, thick length of Julian’s throbbing member as it retracted to the tip, before being entirely engulfed by Mark as he greedily swallowed down to the balls. And then, Caleb saw something that he could not believe. As his dad was balls deep, pre-cum and spit running down his chin, Mark’s tongue comes out and laps at Julian’s swollen balls. Wow. He was amazed, and impressed by his dad’s skills. Perhaps this was not as ‘forced’ as he first thought. Julian accepted Caleb’s request at a pause. Maybe this was entirely consensual too. That was just how dominant, masculine men acted. At that moment, he knew that was not how he acted. Not now. Not even before. Julian was a real man. Something Caleb’s dad clearly knew. Something Caleb knew. And something he wanted a lot more exposure to.
As he clicked out of his thoughts, his vision returned to see his dad being man-handled on to the bed. Caleb had no idea how long had passed. He was away in his own thoughts, missing the show his dad was putting on. Missing the explicit scene of Julian’s full length disappearing and then reappearing from his dad’s mouth. Now he was about to see something different.
His dad was on all fours, looking directly at the door. Caleb edged back, into the cloak of darkness. He couldn’t tell if this was noticed, but almost immediately, Julian pressed the back of his foot onto the back of Mark’s neck. His head now forced down into the bedding. With a sly grin, Julian beckoned at Caleb to return to his vista.
This was all too much. He was watching his dad being railed by a man that had also deflowered his hole. Caleb reached around to his once-forbidden-zone, pressing his hips and face against the door frame. He works in one finger, then two, then a third. He pistons gently, matching Julian’s strokes as he worked his full length inside Mark. Groans of pleasure and pain escaping as Mark was buried into the bed under the full weight of the muscular Adonis.
Julian’s speed increased – Caleb matched. The grunts deepening, the expletives intensifying. He heard a whimpering groan of pleasure from his dad, coupled with the final deep thrust from Julian as he loudly, and proudly, emptied his seed deep inside Mark. Another whimper escaped Caleb’s dad as he rode the last of his orgasm. This was the tipping point. Caleb exploded all over the door frame. Julian watching in sheer delight as he made a father and son orgasm almost simultaneously. Caleb collapsed back, unable to catch his breathe. Back in the safety of his cloak of darkness, he heard his dad and Julian ruffling around on the mattress.
“That was incredible,” Mark mustered eventually, “I can’t remember the last time I came like that.”
“I enjoyed it more than you could imagine.” Julian replied as Caleb shuffled back down the hall.
Caleb entered his room and gently nudged the door closed behind. He didn’t even realise he was holding his breath, but after releasing, his first deep intake was like an overdose of oxygen into his brain. A head-rush like no other. The serotonin rushed through him as he stumbled to his bed. Without a second thought, he closed his eyes – taking him back to the doorframe. Witnessing Julian’s meat being hungrily swallowed and regurgitated. Baring witness to his own dad being brutally pounded. The jealousy swelled inside again. He slipped his fingers back to his own, recovering hole. One. Two. Three. Not quite the thickness of Julian but a far-cry from how Caleb ever pleasured himself before. He, almost expertly now, found his sweet spot and probed. Pistoning his fingers inside as he matched each thrust with a slap of his balls. The mixture of pleasure and pain swirling around inside of him, inside of his guts, inside of his head. He rolled onto his front, bringing his knees up, ass in the air. Imagining Julian’s full weight on him, he increased his pace – both the probing and the slapping. Just as the frustration hits its peak, as the slaps escalated to smacks, Caleb dribbled his second orgasm of the night. Leaking onto the sheets below him, he instinctively reached for it, scooped up what he could and instantly fed it to himself.
This was not the satisfying moment he had been craving. But, he knew now. He knew what he wanted. What he needed. And he had an idea of how to get it.
