Duncan Wyatt / 18 / Medium Length Brown Hair / Lean and Muscular / Smooth / 7-inches Cut / Celebrity Type: Nick Robinson
Noah Wyatt / 40 / Medium Length Black Wavy Hair / Muscular Build / Facial Stubble and Hairy / 12-inches Cut / Celebrity Type: Paul Anthony Kelly
Three's Company
“Whatcha doin’ down there?”
“Don’t worry about it, birthday boy” I said as I stood naked behind my dad at the stove while he made us our usual Saturday morning omelets. I pressed against his back as I wrapped my arms around his waist and rummaged around in his boxers. My slender fingers wrapped around the fleshy, warm 12-inch cock that made me and began slowly stroking it. Dad let out a low moan as he shook his head, desperately trying to stay focused on the eggs in front of him.
“If you keep that up *grunt* I’m gonna ruin *grunt* your breakfast.” He started involuntarily rocking his hips, thrusting into my hands. I gripped his cock tightly and let him use my hands like a Fleshlight.
“You shouldn’t be making breakfast anyway. It’s your birthday. You should’ve let me cook for you.” I kissed his tan, muscular back. My own cock pressed hard against his firm ass, enjoying the motion of his hips for myself. Dad let out a laugh as he turned off the stove and moved the pan to another burner.
“You can’t cook, baby.”
“No, but I can microwave like a sonofabitch. I also have other talents that more than make up for my lack of ‘trad-wife skills’...” I turned Dad around and knelt in front of him. Reaching up, I pulled down his white cotton boxers. His beautiful, veiny cock sprung free, and smacked my cheek. I grabbed the base and repaid the favor by smacking the head on my tongue a couple times before swallowing his musky dick. Dad hissed through his teeth as he closed his eyes and tossed his head back.
“Fuck, Dunc. You do know how to suck cock well.” He ran his fingers through my hair, grabbing the back of my head, coaxing more of his dick down my throat. “Your *grunt* breakfast is *grunt* gonna get cold.” I pulled off his cock and ran my tongue up the shaft. I could still taste some of the load he had fucked into me an hour ago.
“Fuck the eggs and just fuck my face, Dad.” I swallowed his cock again as he grabbed the sides of my face and began to brutally and aggressively fuck my mouth. Tears welled in my eyes from the pain, and I loved every second of it. I grabbed his massive thighs for stability and let him skull fuck me.
“Shit, kid. I thought you got enough this morning in bed.” He jammed his cock down my throat and held it there, my nose buried in his bush. I breathed in his scent deep. “You already got two loads in your pussy. Guess you need another down your--.”
Just then the front door flew open with a bang.
“MY LIFE IS OVER!”
Who the--? Shit. It was Oliver with one of his trademark ‘pop-ins’. I heard a bunch of commotion come from the entryway as he slammed the front door shut behind him and...tossed bags around? Is that what that sound was? I quickly pulled off Dad’s cock as he pulled his boxers back up just as Oliver entered the kitchen. I was still completely naked and kneeling in front of my dad. Fortunately, the kitchen counter kept me hidden from view.
“O-Oliver?!” Dad said loudly as he and I slowly inched closer to the counter, keeping me and his hardon concealed. “What’re you doing here?” Oliver stomped his foot like a petulant child.
“Didn’t you hear me?!?” Oliver cried, dramatically. “My LIFE is OVER!” He collapsed on the kitchen table, crying into one of the placemats. He didn’t even try to flirt with my half-naked father in front of him. It must be serious.
“What do you mean your life is over?” Dad asked, leaning over the counter, trying to keep Oliver’s attention on him.
“My fucking evil parents just informed me that once I graduate, I’m CUT OFF! No money! No assistance whatever! I’m out! I’m on my own!” He continued to wail as I looked around on the floor for some scrap of clothing I could put on. Considering how often Dad and I peeled each other’s clothes off around the house I was disappointed to come up empty-handed.
“I’m sorry, Oliver. That’s tough” Dad said empathetically. “I know you guys aren’t always on the best of terms but that’s a hard curveball to toss your kid just a few months away from graduation.”
“Where’s Duncan? Why isn’t he consoling me already?” Ollie sniffed and wiped the tears from his flush face, as he sat back up.
“Oh...uh...he’s...he’s in his room, I think. Why don’t you go wake him? I let him sleep in too much.” Dad laughed uncomfortably. He wasn’t the best liar. Ollie tossed his head back with a disgusted sound as he stood up and clomped down the hall towards my very empty room.
“What the fuck am I supposed to do?” I whispered looking up at my dad, feeling a bit panicked.
“Uh...towel! Quick...outside. There’s a towel. Just pretend you were in the pool.” Dad opened the sliding glass door and waved me outside as he kept an eye on the hall. I ducked outside quickly and grabbed the towel left on one of our lounge chairs. I wrapped it around my waist as Ollie came stomping back into the kitchen. Dad pointed him outside.
“THERE YOU ARE!” Ollie yelled as he stepped out onto the patio. “Where have you been?! My life is in RUINS!” I looked at him quizzically like I hadn’t already heard the full story. I was a better actor than my dad.
“Sorry...I was just out here for an early...uh...swim” I said realizing the ‘math wasn’t mathing’ with my bone-dry hair and towel. Ollie looked at me like I was crazy as his eyeliner streaked down his face.
“Oh my god, Duncan. WHO CARES?! We’re talking about ME!” He wept on my shoulder, and I walked us over to the patio table nearby.
“Sit. Sit. Fill me in. What’s going on?” I’d never seen him this upset before. Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him upset. Drunk? Sure. Upset? Maybe that he’s not drunk yet. I was beginning to form a theory he was actually built in a lab to be the first human being without feelings. We sat there for a half hour as Oliver filled me in on his parent’s plan to clip his wings and boot him from the nest on short notice. Oliver’s parents were never around to pay much attention to him. It was kind of sad they used one of the few times they acknowledged his existence by giving him one more middle finger. Dad emerged from the house to check on us. He had taken the opportunity to put on some clothes, a pair of nylon shorts and a white t-shirt.
“Hey, boys. How’s everything going out here?” he asked putting a hand on my shoulder.
“It’s going” I said looking up at him with a concerned look on my face.
“Say, uh...Ollie. The, uh, bags at the door. The many...many bags...at the door...” Dad broached the topic, nervously. Many bags? Many? Oh fuck no.
“Well, I can’t live THERE anymore!” Oliver burst out crying again. “Can’t I move in here with you or did you expect me to live on the street?”
“Oh...I...” Dad trailed off as he looked down at me.
“What about Jason? Your boyfriend?” I chimed in, desperately trying to find an excuse to not feel like a bad friend.
“I can’t move in with Jason. He already has 3 roommates in a 2-bedroom apartment and they hate me. But it’s just because they’re jealous of me.” He pouted as he crossed his arms and legs and sat up tall in his chair. I looked back up at my dad. I had no other moves left. Unfortunately for us, his fatherly instinct kicked in.
“OK. Here’s the deal” Dad squatted down between us, ‘coach-style’. “You can stay here while we figure out your next move, OK? We’ll get you back up on your feet.” My stomach sank as I realized the honeymoon was over and we’d have to be secretive about our relationship in our own fucking house. I felt really bad for Ollie, but I also hated him a little for it.
“OK...” Ollie said sounding defeated. “I’m gonna go unpack.” He stood up and disappeared into the house as Dad took his seat across from me. We stared at each other for a minute, acknowledging the dismay we both felt at the new living situation we found ourselves in. I suddenly became aware I was still very much naked under my towel. I tilted my head to the side and pouted.
“It’s your birthday...” My fingers drew circles in the thin layer of sand and dust on the patio table. “I had...outfits...and flavored lubricants prepared...” Dad cocked an eyebrow as his eyes glazed over, imagining an evening that was no longer possible. He leaned forward and put a hand on my knee.
“It’s fine, Dunc. I already have you. The best gift I could ask for.” Swoon. “Those outfits will still be there after we get Oliver on his feet. Plus, I’m sure he’ll want to see his boyfriend. We can use those opportunities for our...playtime.” He chuckled at calling it ‘playtime’.
“Fine. You’re right.” I sighed as I looked at the house, feeling just as defeated as Ollie. “I better go check on him...and make sure that it looks like I’m living in my own bedroom.”
“OK, baby. Just remember. I love you.” He squeezed my knee hard.
“I love you too, Dad.” I looked into the windows for any sign of Ollie and quickly gave him a peck on the lips. He brushed my cheek and I headed inside to check on my friend.
Later that day, the three of us went out to dinner. Oliver had been unaware that he moved in on my dad’s birthday and to pay us back, he decided to treat us by taking the three of us out to one of his favorite Italian restaurants downtown.
“Again...I’m sorry for crashing your birthday, but I do appreciate you letting me stay with you guys” Oliver said as he waved down the waiter.
“It’s fine, Ollie. But you didn’t have to take us out. Especially with your parents cutting you off” I said as I rubbed Dad’s knee under the table.
“I’m not cut off YET” Ollie said with a big smile as our waiter approached. He was in his mid-twenties and his athletic frame filled out his crisp white button-down shirt and black pants nicely.
“Good evening, gentlemen and welcome back Mr. Matthis. My name is Aldo and I’ll be your waiter tonight. Can we get you started with anything to drink?” he asked as he filled our water glasses.
“Aldo, darling. It is this beefcake’s birthday...” Oliver said, gesturing to my father whose face flushed with embarrassment. “...And we’re gonna start with 2 bottles of the ’95 La Fete. I’m sparing no expense tonight. In fact, I’d like to see how much I can spend before the bank calls with concern.”
“Of course, Mr. Matthis. It’s an excellent choice” Aldo said with a smile. “And of course, happy birthday, sir.” He patted Dad on the shoulder.
“Oh. Thank you.” Dad scratched the back of his neck.
“I will get that order in for you right away, while you take some time with the menu.” Aldo turned and disappeared into the kitchen.
“So, they just let you order alcohol?” Dad asked as he flipped through the menu.
“Well, yeah? Oh. I see. When you’re not poor, you can pretty much do anything you want.” Oliver said.
“You..uh. You might need to start preparing yourself for that to change” I said. His lifestyle was about to be upended dramatically, and I worried he wasn’t mentally prepared for the shock of living like the rest of us ‘poor people’. Ollie rolled his eyes, bored with the concept of facing reality.
“Aldo’s pretty cute, isn’t he Duncan?” Oliver asked, changing the topic. “I’m also pretty sure I saw a nice bulge in his pants. I bet he’s hung. Just like you like.” I almost spit out my water.
“Oh, uh...yeah. I mean. He’s...he’s not bad” I stammered as Ollie locked eyes with me. I suddenly felt like I was on the witness stand being interrogated.
“You should totally ask for his number. I’m pretty sure I saw him checking you out.” I could feel Dad’s eyes on me.
“I’m pretty sure he wasn’t. He’s in the service industry. They tend to look at the people they’re serving.”
“Oh, I bet he’s good at servicing alright.” Ollie winked at me. “Noah. Don’t you think Duncan should get back out there and ask for his number?” Dad looked like a deer in headlights.
“Oh...uh. I mean. If he...I mean if Duncan doesn’t want to then...” Dad was obviously flustered.
“Well, what about you, Noah? We both know Duncan is flying solo these days much to my dismay. What about you? Any guys or gals in your life these days? I feel like I’ve been so out of the loop living on ‘boyfriend island’ these past 6 months.”
“Uh...nope. Not doing much dating these days. I’ve just been focusing on work.”
“Work...and Duncan. Right?” Ollie cocked his head to the side. “You guys spend SO much time together. You boys are NOT gonna meet anyone in your house. We gotta get you out there again.” Dad and I laughed nervously as Aldo returned with the wine.
“Ah, just in time. It is a party after all, isn’t it? We gotta get these 2 stiffs to loosen up a bit.” Ollie winked at me as he took a sip of the wine and gave Aldo the ‘OK’ to pour for the table. “Say, Aldsy, are you single?”
“Oh, uh, yes, sir” Aldo said nervously as he filled our glasses.
“What do you think about my friend, Duncan here? Cute, right?” Ollie reached over and pinched my cheek.
“Jesus, Ollie” I said, annoyed, as I batted his hand away.
“Oh, uh...he’s...you’re very handsome, Duncan, but I’m, uh, not gay.”
“Utter nonsense. A handsome man like yourself? Perhaps you just haven’t met the right boy, yet.” Aldo shrugged, pretending to agree with Ollie.
“Sure. Uh...maybe.” Aldo cleared his throat as he pulled out his little notepad to take our order, eager to finish his business with us and move on to his other, less problematic tables.
Two hours later our stomachs were filled with incredible Italian food and some free birthday cheesecake. And by ‘our’ I mean me and Dad. Ollie’s was filled with wine and a couple leaves of lettuce from his salad.
Back at the house we hung out in the living room, watching a marathon of our favorite Melissa McCarthy movies, after Dad opened some gifts from myself and my grandparents back in New York. Ollie spent the evening asking if I’d fuck every mildly attractive guy that popped up on screen. Dad and I would occasionally steal glances at one another from our seats on opposite ends of the couch. It started to physically hurt not being able to be near him, touching him. Eventually Ollie called it a night and headed back to his room to text his boyfriend and fall asleep. Dad walked me down the hall, stopping in front of my old bedroom.
“I guess I...am sleeping here for now” I said, motioning to the bedroom behind me. Dad pursed his lips.
“...For now. Not forever.” He looked down the hall at Ollie’s closed door before leaning forward and resting his forehead on mine. “I’ve fucking missed you all day” he whispered.
“I know...It’s been awful” I said pressing back hard against his forehead. He reached up and grabbed my chin, tilting it up for a sweet, gentle kiss.
“Goodnight, baby. I love you.”
“I love you too, Dad” I said as I ran two fingers along my lower lip, tracing the remnants of our kiss. He turned and headed back to our master bedroom alone and I reluctantly headed inside my old room.
That night I tossed and turned in my bed unable to fall asleep. I laid there, in my usual pajamas; nothing, tangling up the bedsheets between my legs out of frustration. The clock on the nightstand said 1:45AM. I’m not sure I can fall asleep now if Dad isn’t next to me. There’s no way Ollie is still awake, right? I rolled out of bed, wrapping myself up in my bed sheet and quietly opened the bedroom door. The hallway was dark, save for a nightlight Dad installed ‘just in case’.
I tiptoed down the hallway and paused in front of the guest room. I could hear Ollie snoring over the sound of Britney Spears reading her own autobiography from his phone. I made my way down to the master bedroom and slowly opened the door. I popped my head in and saw a rather peculiar sight. The room was tinted blue from the moonlight pouring through the window. Dad lay in bed, face down on his knees with his ass up in the air.
“Is he a fucking toddler?” I whispered to myself as I crept in and closed the door behind me. I shucked the bedsheet off as I walked over to Dad. He was still sound asleep as I climbed into bed and pulled his arm over my chest.
“Mmmwha? Dumnc? S’going on?” Dad mumbled, slowly waking up. His knees slid out from under him until he lay flat on the bed next to me.
“I couldn’t sleep, big guy” I said softy as I nuzzled into him. Dad rolled me onto my side and spooned me. I loved the feeling of his chest hair pressed up against my smooth back.
“M’about Ollie?”
“I checked. He’s asleep. Can I stay?” I asked looking back at him over my shoulder.
“F’course baby. I missed you.” He threw one of his muscular legs over my waist and pulled me in tight while I used his other arm as a pillow. The noticeable bulge in his boxers pressed firmly against my smooth butt. “Mmmmmm.” He groaned when he realized I was completely naked against him. His big hand finger-walked down my stomach, past my waist and wrapped around my hard dick, giving it a firm squeeze. My hips bucked and I reached down, grabbing his wrist.
“Fuck me, Daddy” I whispered. “Please?”
“Mmmm. Oh, Daddy’s gonna fuck you, baby.” He pulled his hand away and peeled off his boxers. His 12-inch cock popped out and smacked my thigh before he wedged it back between my cheeks. He grunted as he spread my cheeks open and rubbed his leaking cock against my smooth hole.
I spat in my hand and fingered my pussy open, using some of his pre-cum as well. It was late and we couldn’t be as loud as we wanted but I’d be damned if I didn’t get that cock into me before I went to bed. Dad lifted my leg as he rubbed the head of his cock against my eager hole. He slowly pushed against the opening demanding entry.
I felt my ring collapse around his dick as he slowly pushed inside. I accidentally let out a loud moan and Dad’s other hand flew up and covered my mouth.
“Shhhh baby. Don’t wake him up.” He slowly pulled his hand away.
“Cover my mouth, Dad. I won’t be able to hold it in.” He slid his hand over my mouth again as I moaned into it. I felt his thick bush press against my smooth ass as he bottomed out inside me.
“Fuck” he grunted softly in my ear. I slowly tightened and released my pussy, as I massaged and milked his cock. “That’s it baby. Make your daddy feel good.” He laid there filling my pussy with his milky pre-cum as I slowly rocked back against him. “Fuck. I can’t be inside you and not fuck your brains out, Dunc.” He yanked my head back against him as he began carving me out with long, fast strokes.
I raised my leg higher as he continued to fuck me, snorting into his hand with each violent thrust. Tears streaked down my face as I stroked my cock. I loved when he made it hurt.
“This isn’t doing it for me baby. I can’t fuck you like I want in this position” he whispered as he rolled me over onto my stomach and climbed on top of me. I released my dick and spread my legs giving my dad easier access to my pussy. “That’s it, Dunc. Open up for Daddy.” He started raising his hips higher and higher with each slam into me. The sound of his hips cracking against mine filled the room. I no longer cared about the noise. I was no longer in control of my own body. I laid there underneath my dad, eyes rolling and grunting like an animal in heat as each slam caused me to hump into the bed. Our bodies were slick with sweat, soaking the sheets. I buried my face in the mattress and moaned loudly.
Dad grabbed a pillow and covered my head, muffling my cries as he bit my shoulder. He was a beast, growling in my ear with an insatiable hunger for his son’s pussy. I arched my ass higher in the air so he could really open me up. My face was hot from my breath and the lack of air under the pillow. I felt dizzy and drunk.
Dad’s thrusts got tighter and tighter before he slammed down one more time spraying my insides with his load. He bit down on my shoulder hard to stop himself from screaming.
“Fuck baby. Thank you for that gift” Dad said as he began swirling his hips. “We gotta get you off though.” He pulled the pillow off my head as the cool air hit my flushed cheeks. He began slowly and rhythmically fucking my bred pussy. “Daddy knows you like it when I push that load in deeper.” He was right. I always loved cumming last, my hole filled with his load. I also loved it when he churned my ruined insides with his massive cock.
“Fuck, Dad. Please push it in deeper. Fuck it into me.” I muttered pushing back into him. Dad slid three fingers inside my pussy along his still-pulsing cock. They wiggled and spread apart, stretching me even further. I moaned into the mattress as I continued to fuck it. I loved being stretched open.
“I love how smooth and slippery the walls of your pussy feel, baby. I can’t believe I made such a perfect *grunt* tight *grunt* cunt for me to breed. I think about fucking you every second of the day. You’re all mine. I can’t get enough of you.”
I continued thrusting into the mattress as Dad pried me open. I couldn’t hold it in any longer as I thrust one more time shooting my load between my stomach and the bed. My body shuddered as Dad lapped up the sweat from my neck.
“That’s my good boy.” He slid his hands under my waist and rolled us over onto our sides, never pulling out. Dad grabbed the blanket and pulled it over us as we laid in our sweat and cum-stained sheets.
“Happy birthday, Dad. I love you.” I yawned, now fully bred and ready to fall asleep in my dad’s arms.
“Thanks, baby. You’re the best thing to ever happen to me.” He nuzzled his face against the back of my head and we fell asleep.
The next morning, I woke up before Dad’s alarm went off with his cock still buried inside me. He snored softly into my hair as I weaved our legs together, taking this brief moment to enjoy being held by my boyfriend, before resuming our charade for Oliver. I was completely unaware that we had company.
“Wow. You guys couldn’t even go ONE day without fucking, huh?”
“Wha--?” I opened my eyes and looked across the room. Oliver sat in the armchair nearby, legs crossed, scrolling through his phone. His right leg bounced quickly. Either from too much coffee or sheer boredom. Possibly both. “Ollie?! What’re you--?!” I jabbed Dad’s stomach repeatedly with my elbow trying to wake him up. He looked up at me confused as I motioned to our visitor. His face turned white as a ghost as he quickly sat up and covered us back up with the blanket.
“Good morning, gentlemen” Ollie said with a smug smile as he placed his phone down. “We ought to talk.”
“Oliver, you shouldn’t be here” Dad said sternly. Ollie tossed his head back with an exaggerated sigh.
“Oh?” Ollie laughed. “Did you want to have a conversation about places people should and shouldn’t be, Noah? Because I think I just stumbled on a REALLY good one to add to the list.” Ollie nodded at me.
“Ollie. Can you give us a moment? To get dressed?” I asked.
“Girl, please. We’ve seen each other naked a million times. But you, Noah? Wow. They should’ve sent a poet.” He wiped a fake tear from his eye and gave my dad a performative ‘golf clap’ as he reluctantly climbed out of bed, bare-assed and headed into the closet. He reappeared a moment later in his white, cotton robe and handed me mine. “Well, that’s no fun.” Ollie rolled his eyes, upset that my dad covered himself up. Dad sat down on the edge of the bed next to me.
“Listen...Ollie...” I started.
“You two are a couple? I know.” Ollie sat back in the chair with an unearned smugness. Dad and I looked at him confused.
“...You know? How?” Dad asked, scooting closer to me.
“Well, that took some guess work and a little bit of assuming on my part” Ollie said as he stood up and began pacing in front of us like an attorney giving their closing argument. “Let’s see. Halloween, Duncan fucks a mystery stud with a huge cock.” Ollie paused and glanced down at Dad’s crotch. Dad shifted in his seat and crossed his legs. “The two of them fuck again the next day. After Halloween, Duncan passes up a free trip to Puerto Rico with me to go to New York...with you. He ditches me again on New Years where I offer to set him up with a cute boy, so he can watch trash TV in a pillow fort...with you. Every time I offer to do stuff with him; to help him find love or even just sex, he turns me down...for you.”
“I’m sorry if I’ve been a bad friend...” I said feeling guilty having my receipts read in front of me.
“Do you guys know how you look at each other?” He pulled up the blinds of the nearby window and looked out onto the patio. “I may not be the poster child of a ‘healthy parent-child dynamic’, but I’m pretty sure most fathers and sons don’t look at each other with...‘heart eyes’ like the way you two do.” He looked over his shoulder at us. There was a small hint of sadness in the way he spoke. “And my god! I kept trying to get you to crack, Duncan. Making endless comments about your sexy dad and you never once took the bait. Not a single sign or shrug you might possibly be thinking of him in that way. I mean...bravo.”
“Listen, Ollie. You...you can’t say anything.” I ran my fingers through my hair, nervous that the ‘town gossip’ would start running his mouth.
“Aw, sweety. You’re so cute. I’m not gonna tell anyone. Don’t worry. Honestly? I’m really happy for you two. You should go on a double with me and Jason some time. I was just annoyed you wouldn’t be honest with me, so I had to back you into a corner. Thank God you folded so quickly though because I miss my own bed...and liquor cabinet.”
“What’re you talking about?”
“I’m gonna get going. I’ve had the town car out front sitting for like 45 minutes waiting to take me and my bags of shit back home.” Ollie made a beeline for the bedroom door and headed down the hall. I followed him out, somehow confused more than ever.
“You’re going home? But your parents? They’re cutting you off...‘whole life ruined’?”
“Oh. That.” Ollie giggled. “That might not have been completely true.” I could feel my ears burning red with anger.
“So, they’re NOT cutting you off? Kicking you out of the house?” I asked, angrily. Ollie burst out laughing.
“Kick me out? Please...I know where the bodies are buried. Figuratively speaking, of course.” Ollie opened the front door and waved for the driver to come pick up his bags. “Having an out and proud gay son gets my parents into all the fun, ‘leftie, commie, celebrity’ benefits and parties. Their words, not mine. They wouldn’t give that shit up.” Ollie pulled out and lit a cigarette from his pocket. “Seriously though. I’m happy for you two. Sorry if I ruined any birthday weekend plans. I really didn’t know I picked the wrong weekend to pull this stunt. I’m gonna give you boys one more week and then I’m expecting you to rejoin society and be social with me again on a more regular basis.”
“Fine” I nodded as I went in for a hug, but Ollie put his hand up to stop me.
“Oh. No. Sorry. You’re all...sticky with lord knows what.” He took a drag from his cigarette. “Air kiss *mwuah* *mwuah*. OK. I’m out. Thank your BOYFRIEND for being such a gracious host. I’ll call you later!” He walked down the front path to the town car as the driver loaded his bags into the trunk. I headed back inside and closed the door. A sense of relief washed over me. I no longer had to lie to my best friend, and I had another person in my life I could actually be open and honest with about my relationship. The walls around me no longer felt like they were shrinking, they were expanding.
I found Dad in the kitchen leaning against the counter, holding a cup of coffee. A million thoughts running through his head.
“So...Ollie knows” Dad said as he took a sip of coffee. I chuckled.
“Ollie knows.”
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