Duncan Wyatt / 18 / Medium Length Brown Hair / Lean and Muscular / Smooth / 7-inches Cut / Celebrity Type: Nick Robinson
Noah Wyatt / 39 / Medium Length Black Wavy Hair / Muscular Build / Facial Stubble and Hairy / 12-inches Cut / Celebrity Type: Paul Anthony Kelly
Come What May
“Are you really passing up the possibility of sex to watch junk TV with your dad tonight?” Oliver took a quick sip from his mug of steaming hot coffee. He raised a single eyebrow as he stared at me in disbelief. His face contorted as he tried to figure out how someone our age could make such a stupid decision.
“What can I say? It’s a tradition” I shrugged as I futilely tried to coax the ketchup out of its glass bottle, onto my plate. It was New Years Eve. Ollie and I were grabbing some lunch at the gay-friendly diner, Little Debbie’s, downtown. His boyfriend, Jason was throwing a party tonight and Ollie was trying to tempt me with the possibility of meeting cute, easy boys there. “Every New Years Eve we grab all the pillows and blankets we can find and build a giant bed in the living room. We watch the Twilight Zone marathon on the Sci-Fi channel and stuff our faces with take out.”
Ollie let out a long, exaggerated sigh as he pushed a cherry tomato around in his salad.
“I mean, I sort of get it. If MY dad looked like yours, I’d cut my own left arm off to spend an evening in bed with him.” A devilish smile crossed his face. His attraction to my dad was never in question. It was a fact that he liked to share often and often to my dad’s face.
“Careful. I don’t think your boyfriend would appreciate you hitting on my dad so flagrantly.” I know I didn’t appreciate it. What was once a quirky, harmless flirtation was starting to get under my skin now that my relationship with my dad had...evolved.
“Oh please. Jason’s seen your dad. I don’t think he’d fault me. He’d probably even watch.” I rolled my eyes at his annoying persistence with the topic. Sensing my attitude change, he decided to switch back to his original goal. “Come to the party. You haven’t had sex since, what, Halloween? Honey, you can’t hang up your jockstrap for good just because some loser from Grindr ghosted you.”
I wanted to tell him that that ‘loser’ from Grindr was actually my dad, and he had just spent the better part of this morning servicing my cock in the bed we shared. But Dad and I agreed, that at least for now, we’d keep our relationship just between the two of us. Well...us and his co-worker Vinnie Deluca, who had pieced it all together surprisingly fast.
It had been about three weeks since that fateful night my dad tracked me down to a nightclub and spent the evening dancing with me before taking me into the back room to fuck me. No one was drunk. It wasn’t a freak occurrence or an accident. It was intentional and neither one of us tried to pretend otherwise anymore. We spent the rest of the weekend in bed, discussing how a relationship between us could actually work. While we didn’t come to any formal conclusion we both admitted we didn’t want it to stop.
“Well, I can’t ‘ghost’ my dad. We’ve done this every year for as long as I can remember.” I would’ve loved to go to the party with Dad as my date, but that couldn’t happen. At least not yet. I decided to pull the emergency brake on this conversation. “Ever since my mom died it’s been a really important tradition for me and my dad.” Ollie tossed his head back in frustration as he delicately placed his fork down on the table.
“See...Now...You’ve mentioned your dead mom and now I feel like I have to back off.” He clacked his nails on the table in frustration. Not to sound callous, but I was 2 when my mom died. I don’t remember her at all but mentioning her does get me out of the occasional unwanted social situation.
“It’s fine. You’d spend the whole night with Jason and I’d be alone, probably fending off some of his annoying co-workers from the mall looking for a kiss at midnight.” I hid my smile as I took a triumphant bite of my cheeseburger, having successfully wiggled free of yet another social engagement.
“Fine” he said waving down our waiter for the check. “But next party, you’re coming. No arguing or ‘dead moms’.” I nodded in agreement though I wasn’t so sure I wouldn’t try to get out of another party again. I wanted to spend all my free time with my dad these days. Our waiter, Vic, walked over with a Styrofoam box and set it on the table, along with our check.
“Here, Duncan. I packed up a couple lemon squares to take back for your dad” Vic said with a smile as he patted me on the shoulder. Vic was actually the owner of Little Debbie’s. He was a sweet, frail old man in his late 60’s. About 20 years ago, he opened this diner and named it after his sister who had died when they were kids. He gave most of the staff the day off for the holiday, so he was helping wait tables. Over the years it had become a cornerstone of the queer community here in Santa Fe. Just last month, our new mayor, Tony Deluca awarded it landmark status.
“Thanks, Vic” I said as I handed the check to Ollie and took the box. Vic was a sweetheart of an old man. As far as I knew, Dad had never been to the diner before, but Vic always sent me home with a dessert. He never bothered with Ollie who mostly lived off of vodka and small house salads, dressing on the side.
As we stepped outside and waited for the car service to pick us up, Ollie pulled out a loose Camel Light from his pocket and lit it. He took a long drag and looked at me quizzically.
“There’s something...off...about you these days.” He exhaled a cloud of smoke up into the sky. “I’m gonna...I’m gonna figure it out, though.” I felt bad about lying to my only real friend in this town, but the truth would have to wait.
“I think you’re a little paranoid. Are you sober? That could be your problem.” He punched me in the arm playfully, though it had a bit of a sting to it.
“Fuck you, bitch. I can NOT drink, you know.” He dropped his half-smoked cigarette onto the ground and stubbed it out as our town car pulled up. “You’ll slip up at some point. They always do.” I rolled my eyes, still trying to downplay any deceit as I opened the door for him. I followed in behind him and we headed home.
After Ollie dropped me off at home, I found Dad out back, swimming laps in the pool. I walked up to the edge and admired his tan, muscular body as it bobbed in and out of the water, propelled by the massive arms I got to sleep in each night. As he reached the far end of the pool and turned around, he spotted me and a smile lit up his face. He dove under the water and popped up at my feet with a splash.
“Hey, handsome” he said as he slicked his hair back, standing up in the shallow end. I stared as water ran down his hairy chest, disappearing in the indentations of his 8-pack.
“Hey, you” I said as I squatted down in front of him. He lifted himself slightly out of the water and leaned up for a kiss. I let out a soft moan as his wet pillowy lips pressed against mine. After a brief moment he slunk back into the water and floated around.
“What’d you bring me?” he asked, eyeing the box in my hands.
“Vic sends his regards...and lemon squares.” I popped open the lid and tilted the box to show him.
“Ooo...perfect. Those’ll be good for tonight.” He swam back over to the shallow end and climbed up the steps out of the pool. I always enjoyed when Dad wore a speedo and there he was, in all his glory. In the back, two ripe melons nestled in a tight nylon sack jiggling with each step. As he turned and walked towards me, I glanced down, admiring the massive bulge in front, like a tiny hammock straining under the weight of his cock. He chuckled as my admiration had become blatantly obvious. “Hey, mister. My eyes are up here.”
“Jesus, Dad.” I bit my lip as I continued to stare.
“See something you like, kiddo?”
I nodded as he stepped into me, his wet bulge pressing against my own hardening cock. He slipped a finger under my chin and lifted it up for a kiss. I let out a moan as he slid a hand behind my neck, holding me in place as he kissed me greedily. I was puddy in his hands.
“I missed you.” His breath was hot against my lips.
“I...you...too.” My brain stumbled trying to form a complete sentence. He let out another one of his impossibly charming laughs.
“Come tell me about lunch with Ollie while I take a shower” he said as he walked back into the house with me following close behind.
Hours later I stood in my bedroom trying to decide what to wear for the evening while Dad finished setting up the living room for our Twilight Zone marathon. Even though I was spending every night in Dad’s bed with him, I still kept my own room. It mostly acted as a place for me to do homework, but I was hoping Dad would carve out room for me in his closet eventually. If we were still back in Queens...and I wasn’t fucking my dad...I would’ve pulled out my old flannel pajamas, but they seemed excessive now in this Santa Fe heat and I wanted to dress...nice...for my dad.
I decided to go for broke and try out my new pajama set. I slowly opened my dresser drawer and pulled it out. I already knew I turned my dad on but tempting him...teasing him...catching him staring at me, really turned me on. I had seen these lace pajamas online and bought them immediately. It was a little out of my comfort zone of my dad’s oversized t-shirts and whatever underwear I pulled out of the drawer first. This would definitely catch his eye. The pajamas came with a pair of black lace short shorts with slits up each side and a black lace long-sleeved button-down shirt. I still managed to keep my milky white complexion while living in Santa Fe and I knew the black would pop on my body.
I slid the shorts over my perky apple bottom. The slits on the side stretching to accommodate my ass and thighs. The front left nothing to the imagination as my cock and balls, nestled in the tiny bit of fabric peeked out through the lace. I pulled the shirt on and rolled the sleeves up my forearm. I left it hanging open, liking how it framed my abs and pecs. I checked my hair in the mirror and headed out.
“Hey! Come on! It’s our favorite one!” Dad yelled from the living room. It was cute how excited he got when we did this. The rest of the house was dark, save for a couple lamps on in the living room and the light on above the stove in the kitchen. As I entered the living room, Dad laid there on the floor in our makeshift bed made from couch cushions, the pillows from our...his bed and a few blankets from the hall closet. He was shirtless. His golden tan highlighting each muscle. He had on a pair of his trademark white and blue striped cotton boxers. The fly stretched open a bit, giving a hint of the fleshy monster inside.
On the screen, Burgess Meredith lamented over never having enough time to read.
“Hey...Daddy.” I stood next to the stripped-down sofa and ran a hand down my exposed chest.
“Hey ba-.” Dad stopped in his tracks as he looked up at me, mouth open. His eyes worked their way up, slowly taking in the sight of his son in lace before him. “Fuck” he mouthed as he slowly sat up. “Jesus, Dunc...I...”. He rubbed the back of his neck as he continued to stare. “You look...It’s...Wow...” I think he liked it.
“So, I look...OK?” I asked coyly as I bit my lower lip.
“Get over here” he growled, as he scooted back up against the front of the couch and patted the spot in front of him. I tried to play it cool, pleased that the pajamas were a hit, as I sauntered over to the makeshift bed. I slowly bent down, giving him a nice view of my ass stretching the lace to its limits, and plopped down in between his legs. I leaned back against his hairy chest as one of his arms wrapped around my waist and another slid through the opening of my shirt and rolled my nipple back and forth, between his index finger and thumb. “You’re putting very bad thoughts in my head, baby” he whispered in my ear. The heat from his breath on my neck was getting me hard.
“I just want to make you happy, Dad. The way you make me happy” I said as I rubbed the hair on his forearm.
“I think you can feel you’re making me VERY happy.” He brushed my hair aside and nibbled on my earlobe. He was right, I could feel his cock pressing against my lower back. It was no doubt straining to escape its tight cotton prison.
“I can feel that” I chuckled. “But also, I want to make you happy as your...” Suddenly the next word caught in my throat. I wanted to say ‘boyfriend’. Was he my boyfriend? Were we actually...together? A couple? ...Or were we just fucking and whatever happens, happens?
“As my...?” he asked, resting his head on my shoulder.
*DING DONG*
Saved by the bell.
“That must be the pizzas I ordered. I’ll got get them and then you’re gonna finish that sentence you started.” He started to get up, but I pulled him back down.
“You’ve got a gigantic hard on about to tear your boxers apart” I said, standing up. “I’ll get the pizzas. You get the drinks and we’ll meet back here, OK?”
“So going in see-through lace short shorts is better?”
“Maybe he’ll give me a discount” I said with a wink as I walked to the front door. Dad shuffled off to the kitchen to grab our drinks. I opened the door as the pizza guy slowly turned around. He looked to be in his early 30’s. His shoulder-length black hair was tucked behind a backwards baseball cap. He was rather handsome, with his trimmed goatee and square jaw. Not someone I’d expect to still be working as a pizza delivery driver in his 30’s but you never know people’s story.
“H-hi...Here’re your...pizzas.” He stared at my body as he popped the gum in his mouth. I handed him the cash Dad left on the table by the door and took the pizzas.
“Thank you......Kevin” I said, reading his name tag.
“You bought the old Deluca place, huh?”
“Uh yeah...Over the summer.”
“Nice. Well...welcome to the neighborhood. This is on my usual route.” I didn’t want to be rude, but...this conversation felt off for some reason.
“Everything, OK?” Dad popped up behind me. His boner had gone back down, but between him in nothing but his boxers and me in a lace ensemble...it was probably a lot to take in.
“Yeah...Dad. Just meeting Kevin, our pizza guy here.” Kevin let out a chuckle when he heard the word ‘dad’.
“You boys enjoy your evening. Happy New Years.” He turned around and headed back to his car, shaking his head.
I closed the door and Dad helped me carry the food back to the living room.
“I think the delivery guy suspects something” I said, flipping open one of the boxes and grabbing a slice of pizza.
“As my what?” Dad asked, changing the subject...or at least changing it back to our previous conversation.
“As your boyfriend!” The words rushed out of my mouth.
“Ah” Dad said, taking a bite and putting his slice down. He dusted his hands and sat back against the couch again.
On the TV, the residents of Maple Street, fearing an alien invasion, began to turn on one another.
“Don’t...Don’t freak out or anything, OK?”
“OK.” My heart pounded in my chest.
“Are you sure...that’s what you want...with me? Are you sure it wouldn’t be easier to let Oliver set you up with someone your age. Maybe someone you’re not related to?”
“I’m sure.”
“Dunc...You’re only 18...”
“So old enough to fuck...Old enough to vote...Still too young for a relationship?” He rubbed his eyes in frustration. He was trying to talk me out of wanting a relationship with him while at the same time hoping I wouldn’t agree.
“Dunc. If we do this...If we do this for real. It will change everything. We couldn’t go on dates. We couldn’t be...‘out’...to our friends and family. We’d just have each other.”
“You keep putting this all on me. What do YOU want? Honestly.”
“Honestly?” His head dropped. “I need you more than oxygen, kid. But I’m...your father...and I don’t want to pressure you into...” He paused.
“Into what?”
“...Into giving up a normal life for me.” My heart broke. Not because I was sad for me, but because I was sad for him.
“I don’t view it that way” I said as I crawled over to him. “And after talking to good ol’ Vinnie Deluca and his incestuous Island of Misfit Toys, I think there are ways we could have a normal life. Maybe it’s here in Santa Fe...maybe it’s somewhere else entirely. But I want to be with you, Dad. I don’t just want sex. I’m in love with you.”
Dad’s eyes welled with tears, but he held them back as he looked at me with relief.
“I’m in love with you too, Dunc.”
I leaned in and we kissed. Dad had told me what I wanted to hear. He was never getting rid of me now.
“So...We’re really doing this?” I asked as I stared at his lips and then his eyes.
“I’m in” he said as he brushed my cheek. “Whatever comes next, we’ll face it together.”
This time he leaned in and we kissed again.
After a few minutes we resumed dinner.
“So...with the new year upon us...” I said, taking a bite of pizza. “I wanted to start it with nothing else between us.”
“OK...”
“I...I know who you are...” He looked at me quizzically. “On Grindr. BigTool4U. I know we fucked at Halloween and I know you know.” He stopped eating.
“When did you find out?”
“The morning after Babylon. I found your costume in your room. Put two and two together once you told me about your night out.”
“So, you purposefully set up the haunted house hook up...with your father?”
“...Yes. I wanted you to fuck me again.”
“...That’s so fucking hot.”
“You must’ve agreed, cause you didn’t pull out when I took my mask off.” He chuckled as he wiped his mouth with a napkin.
“Guilty. Watching my cock sink into my own son’s pussy...I’d never been more turned on. That was until Thanksgiving...”
“OK, well that’s what I wanted to say.”
“Well, in the spirit of sharing, I know the truth about you and Martin Grimes.” Who’s ‘Martin Grimes’ you might ask? Oh, he was my bully at my old school in New York. Oh, and we fucked a couple times. Unfortunately, he was closeted and a ‘homophobic Martin Grimes’ was a lot more appealing to his wealthy far-right family than a ‘homosexual Martin Grimes’.
“How did you find out?” He let out a sigh.
“Security cameras, Dunc. Principal Chambers showed us some...pictures.” Well fuck. We moved all the way out here because of me and my dad knew I had been sleeping with my bully the whole time.
“Do you resent me?”
“No...no...I was just angry he touched you.”
“All your yelling and desk banging that day...was that anger because he hit me or because he fucked me?” He laughed and dropped his head.
“I love you, Dunc. But that...that was for hitting my baby boy.”
“Well, that’s no fun.”
“Ha. Cut me some slack, kid. We’re here now, aren’t we?”
“I guess.” I decided that, from now on, in my version, my dad was actually jealous that someone else had been fucking his son instead of him. “Is that it?”
“That’s it.”
“Good. I love you, Dad.”
“I love you too, Duncan.” We both knew that phrase carried extra weight now. We weren’t just a father and son anymore, we were committed to each other.
He got up on his knees and scooted over to me and pulled my shirt slowly off my shoulders as I instinctively wiggled my arms out of the sleeves.
“God, you’re beautiful” he said as he placed his index finger on the v of my neck and pushed me on my back. “Put your hands above your head.” His tone was commanding. It made my whole body flush. I let out a sigh as I obeyed my dad’s orders. He hovered over me, biceps flexing as he leaned his head down and kissed me. I opened my mouth, letting his tongue explore every corner. A moan escaped as he broke our kiss. “Just lie back. Let...your boyfriend take care of you.” Fuck.
He kissed down my neck softly, working his way across my chest. He lapped at my left nipple before taking it in his mouth. I felt his tongue flick the hard peak as he nursed. My hips bucked involuntarily as my cock hardened inside their lacey prison.
“Do you like that, baby? When daddy plays with your nipples?”
“Mmhmm. I fucking love it, Dad.”
He continued his journey, kissing down my abs, until he stopped at the edge of my underwear.
“These look so good on you baby.” He nuzzled his face against my dick and balls, breathing in deeply. “We’re gonna have to get you some more like these” he said in between kisses on the bulge against his face. “You can try them on in front of me. We’ll have to get a couple of each in case I do this...” He grabbed the lace bottoms and tore open a hole. My cock flopped out and smacked against my stomach, painting my belly button with pre-cum.
“Your cock is so pretty and pink, baby.” He took my dick in his hands and admired it. Slowly stroking out another bead of pre-cum. He scooped it up with his finger and licked it off. “...Tastes so fucking good...” he muttered to himself before swallowing my cock whole. I thrust my hips upwards as he bobbed up and down.
“Fuck, Dad. That feels so good.”
“Does it, baby?” I nodded. “Good. Now get Daddy’s fingers wet for him.” He reached up and slid a couple fingers in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around and in between them as he resumed sucking my dick. After a minute or so he pulled his fingers out. He ripped the hole in my lace bottoms bigger so he could access my pussy. He rubbed his fingers around the opening of my hole and slid them inside one by one. I pushed back against the intrusion, desperately wanting him inside me. I could feel his fingers wiggle around, stroking the walls of my pussy until...
“Oh my god!” I burst out violently thrusting upwards.
“Ahhh...There it is” he laughed. He pressed my prostate again as he swallowed me whole. He worked my pussy while he furiously devoured my cock. My body writhed with pleasure as I bit my bicep trying not to cum. Sensing this, Dad worked even harder, punching my prostate over and over, eager for his reward.
“Dad...” I gasped. “Dad I’m gonna...” He clamped down on my dick as it erupted in his mouth. Shot after shot hit the back of his throat and he swallowed hungrily. My whole body was covered in a thin layer of sweat as my dick spasmed in my dad’s mouth. He slowly squeezed from the base up milking out the last drop. Afterwards, he sat back and licked his lips.
“I love swallowing your load, son. I can’t get enough.”
“Heh...I love...it...too” I said in between breaths. I started to sit up, but Dad pushed me back.
“Where do you think you’re going? I need to fuck my boyfriend now.” He kept calling me his boyfriend and I couldn’t get enough.
“Yes, Daddy” I said as I put my legs behind my head, presenting my pussy to my dad.
“Damn, son. That’s so fucking beautiful” he said while he stroked his massive cock. He put his other hand on my ass and rubbed his thumb over my smooth pink ring. “It’s all slick and ready for me.”
“It’s yours whenever you want it, Daddy.”
“Fucking right it is.” He smacked the head of his cock against my hole a few times. It was loud and wet. “Ready, baby boy?” I nodded, eagerly awaiting the pain and the pleasure. He pressed against my ring until his head popped inside. I felt an initial jolt of pain. His cock was massive and even after weeks of fucking, each time felt like the first time. I counted the inches...6...7...8... as he slowly stretched me open.
“God, I love that cock” I said, closing my eyes and tossing my head back.
“This cock made you, baby” he grunted as he bottomed out inside me. My dad was sex on a stick regardless, but the idea of my own father fucking me, claiming me as his to breed, sent me over the edge. My cock began to harden again as Dad started to fuck me. “Fuck...this pussy is perfect.” He rocked his hips back and forth coring me out. I reached down and played with my nipples. My cock smacked against my stomach, flinging pre-cum with each thrust into me.
“Fuck me, Daddy” I begged. “Fuck your son. Breed your boyfriend.” This spurred him on as he picked up his pace penetrating my second hole.
“I’m gonna get you pregnant, baby. Gonna cum in you so deep you’ll taste it in your mouth.” Sweat dripped down his heaving chest. “You like having your own dad’s cum in your tight pussy, son?”
He pulled out and slammed all 12 inches back inside me.
“Fucking love it, Daddy.” I tweaked and pulled hard on my nipples. “I love walking around with you still inside me. Going to class with your load slowly leaking out of me. Knowing my dad owns this pussy and it’s all his to use whenever he wants.”
“I love stretching this pussy open, son” he grunted as he pulled out, smacked my gaping hole and slid back inside. “I can’t believe I get to fuck my own son. You’re so fucking sexy, baby.” My head spun as he tongued the spaces between my toes.
The dirty talk had pushed my dad to the edge. His eyes closed as he slammed into me three more times and grunted as a warm sensation flooded my body from his hot load. Without touching myself, my own cock erupted across my chest, coating my pecs and abs. My hole stretched with each pulse of his cock as it emptied its life-giving milk deep inside. He slowly rubbed my legs as he caught his breath.
After a minute he slowly pulled out and I felt empty and a little sad.
“C’mere.”
I sat up and walked up to him on my knees as my load ran down my stomach. He leaned in and planted a soft kiss on my mouth. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was. Leaning down, he ran his tongue up my stomach, licking up my load and cleaning me up. He licked his lips, satisfied. We spent the next few hours, snuggled up on the bed, feeding each other pizza.
While Donna Douglas ran from the pig people on TV, Dad nudged me as he sat back up.
“It’s almost midnight. I think we should do this properly.” He stood up and disappeared into the kitchen. I heard some clanking and doors slam.
Dad walked back in with his massive dick swinging back and forth. He was carrying a bottle of champagne and 2 glasses.
“Oooo. Champagne? I’m only 18.” Dad rolled his eyes as he joined me back on the bed.
“I checked with your dad, and he said it was OK. Besides we have a lot to celebrate right now.” I held the two glasses as he popped the cork and poured us each a glass.
He changed the channel to one of the local networks as I got comfortable, leaning back against his chest. On the TV, the countdown for the ball drop in Times Square started. We clinked our glasses and took a sip.
“Say it again?” I asked as I nuzzled against his neck. He let out of soft chuckle as he lovingly stroked my hair.
“I love you, Duncan. I love you with all my heart.”
“I love you too, Dad. Happy New Years.”
“Happy New Years, kiddo. I can’t wait to see what the new year brings.”
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