Date: Fri, 19 Feb 2021 13:25:08 -0600 From: Jake Stone Subject: "An American Teenager's Twisted Story", Part One (gay, incest) Please support Nifty!! Donate:: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html I lose interest when you lose interest. Share your fantasies studbluecollar@gmail.com. My stories never really end but I do take long breaks from them. Writer's block is an evil thing. But these things usually come to me at night and when I get up in the morning I'll bang out a chapter to clear it all up. Then I have a quick jerk off session. So don't worry. I come back to them all eventually. All my stories are pure fiction from my twisted mind. I use real places but with made up people. The situations are fantasies. Nothing more. I'm not your father. You know the laws in the area you live. You know the chances of STD's. But live life how you wish on your own terms and do not judge others. Life is too short. Love. "An American Teenager's Twisted Story", Part One:: I've been itching to tell my story. An all American tragedy about a closeted teenager, for the most part, and the people in his life. I'm Clay Doyle and from the time I was around 12 I would ask my mom about my real dad. Now I'm 17 and still asking. But I always get the same answer in one way or another, "Don't waste your time with him, he's no good." sometimes she'd throw in, "You have a great future ahead of you, why screw it up." And as I got older I could see the concern in her face more. Especially after I became mobile with a driver's license and my own truck. I never could understand what could be so horrible that she wouldn't tell me anything about him. Once I did ask her, "Did he murder someone or something?" and she just laughed and said no. Then she ended the conversation and moved on to something else. A subject that totally deflected my thoughts. She was a master at that. So the only thing I knew about him was his name. Liam Doyle. I did a Facebook search, a google search and used various other search sites. A soccer player filled up all the pages. It was hard to separate him from a normal search. On Facebook there were tons of Liam Doyles. I didn't know where he lived so I couldn't find him that way. My mom is 35 so I figured him for the same age. But that filter didn't help much. As far as I could tell he didn't have any sort of presence on social media. He might not even go by Liam for all I knew. We live in Lincoln, Nebraska. My mom has been married to my step dad, William Treat, since I was around 6. I call him dad and, for the most part, he's more or less earned the title. Never really has been a dick or anything. He's alright for a conservative Republican, who just happens to be in the state house, and is thinking of running for a US Congressman. That's all I would need is another political circus. I'm hoping I'm in college by then so I don't get pulled out onto the campaign trail again. My step dad portrays himself to be a far right Christian Republican. Pro-life (until birth), Pro NRA (because there is money in it), Pro Christianity (because it fires up his base), Anti-LGBTQ rights (for the Christians) and a former Pro-Trump loyalist (probably his biggest mistake). But from what I have seen at home all that stuff is just for the campaign trail. For the most part he's pretty normal. Aloof, but normal. He's kind of normal looking too. Clean cut wholesome white guy from Nebraska. Too normal for my taste. Average body, average face. Always clean shaven and always dressed in jeans or slacks. Never lets his political guard down. Thankfully mom, Shannon Treat, supported me going to public school. Even though there was more than enough money for private school she thought I would become more well rounded in public school. I'm currently attending Southwest Lincoln High. I excelled in high school. Going into my Senior year I'll have a 3.8 GPA and will be in Varsity Wrestling and Football. I'm known as popular but serious. I'm not a prude but studies have always come first with me. Well, mostly, anyway. Seriously I have it pretty good. Mom is sort of right when she says that. I'm the only child and we have a good life. We live in Yankee Ridge. Stepdad was a lawyer before he ran for election in the state house. Mom is a therapist. The mental health type. So they are both very professional and, unfortunately, very conservative. (at least in public). My mother is extremely religious. My step-father is only religious on the campaign trail. I'm not at all. I'm just not really close to either one of the rents. I mean I love them and stuff but they are in their own professional worlds and I don't relate well at all. Not many kids I know are close to their parents except my best friend and his dad. My best friend, Hunter, Hunter Terry, and I have been friends since my parents and I moved into the neighborhood 8 years ago. He lives on the property next to ours so we are always at each other's house. He's an only child like me but both our sets of parents are used to finding both of us at one house or the other at various times. But I'm mostly at Hunter's. His mom, Shanon Terry, is in the state house along with my step-dad. His dad, Beau Terry, is a big deal contractor. Builds track homes in the suburbs of Omaha. They are just as conservative as my folks. Well, that's not true. Not Mr. Terry. He more or less goes along with it because of his wife. For the most part he is pretty down to earth and casual. Hell I guess, if you really got to know him, he is almost liberal. We spent most of our time at Hunter's. His dad made his room private with a seperate entrance out to the pool. One of the few houses in the area with a pool. His parents' bedroom was on the second floor, at the front of the house, while Hunter's was on the first floor in the rear of the house. So it almost seemed like he had a studio apartment that was attached to the house. He had a private bathroom as attached to the bedroom. Basically the bedroom was really for the live in help. Hunter's dad expanded the room and added the outside entrance about five years ago so that Hunter could have his private space. >From the moment we met when we were 9 till now we have been inseparable. Our parents took turns carting us to football, soccer, little league, camp, etc... We were always in the same sport at the same time. But as time went on and our bodies developed we each took up different sports as our mainstay. Mine was wrestling and football and Hunter did baseball and football. So, at least by high school, we were still on the football team together. This past year, our junior year in high school, Hunter became the starting quarterback. His popularity soared after that. We were both popular but he went to a whole new level. But our relationship seemed to remain the same. We still did everything together. Hunter is 6' and 178 lbs. Perfect high school quarterback build. He commanded a presence around the school. His abs, arms and shoulders with his jock swagger and perfect smile made him the poster child for how an all American quarterback should look. Girls were dripping off of him and guys were always wanting to be just like him and to be his bud. And Hunter, just like any other red blooded boy would do, ate it up. But once we left the school campus he became the same guy that's been my best friend for 8 years. Modest, caring and humble. Hunter was also a sort of exhibitionist. He would love to come out of the locker room after PE while he was putting on his tee shirt. Struggling with it a bit as a ruse. His jeans or shorts riding low on his hips showing his ripped abs and muscular V disappearing into the waist of whatever he was wearing. Causing a stir in the hallways of our high school. At home he loved to be naked in his room. Whether I was there or not. Outside of his room he barely wore shorts. Usually thin basketball shorts with no underwear. I tried to imitate everything he did. It seemed I was being indoctrinated into being an exhibitionist as well, not that I fought it. His dad was the same as Hunter. Barely wore anything around the house. Especially if Mrs. Terry was off on a trip. Which she usually was. Her and my step-dad were gone all the time. So at the Terry household it was just the men. It would seem that I, however, would never make it past 5' 9". I was 167 lbs. I was built like Hunter but more of a compact model. Where he had a tall and lean muscular frame I was built for wrestling. Big arms and chest with strong legs and a nice big round and perky bubble butt. All my assets helped in football as well as I was the kicker. For the past three or four years I was constantly at Hunter's. Even after I go to bed at night I would get an itch in my jock cunt. I would wake up and sneak across the field to his house. He always left the door to the back of his room unlocked because he knew, 9 times out of 10, that I would probably be over. Rain, sleet, snow and the darkness of night couldn't keep me away. If it was hot out though I would just roll out of bed naked and go through the fields. I always had some shorts at his place and it turned him on knowing I was outside with nothing on me at all. That I could be caught any minute by one of our parents. Since we were around 14 neither of our parents ever checked on us anymore. My parents never knew if I was at home or at Hunter's when they left in the morning. But mom would text me at some point to ask me to do something or if I made it to school on time. His dad did about the same thing. His dad was always up and out at the crack of dawn but always checked on Hunter. Even on weekends sometimes. His mom, like my dad, had early meetings or interviews that they had to get to. Or they were traveling around the state. So they rarely did any checking up. Hunter and I met when we were 9 but our first sleepover wasn't till we were ten. It was at his house. Hunter didn't have the back room yet. He was still upstairs down the hall from his parents. We both wore pajamas to bed. Looking back at it it was cute. Two ten year olds that had no idea what the future had waiting for them. We would talk about superheroes and cars late into the night back then. When we were twelve though things changed. Hunter moved into his new bedroom downstairs and the pool was built around the same time. The french doors from his room were off to the side built into an alcove. You could see out to the fields but not directly to the pool. When I slept over now we started to talk about sex, girls, jacking off and the like. By thirteen we were sleeping in our underwear and we would jack off under the sheets with each other in the room. We still talked about girls but I wasn't really enthused about it. I just did it because Hunter seemed to like it. I thought so anyway. One night Hunter, in the summer of our 13th year, reached over under the sheet and grabbed my cock away from me and started to jack me off. I was petrified. I always wanted to do the same thing but never had the nerve. I just stared at him as he jacked my cock. He looked at me and said, "You're my best friend. I know we both want this. It's our secret." He was right. I wanted to touch Hunter for as long as I could remember. It progressed after that. We no longer wore anything to bed. Once we were alone in his room there was a lot of touching and experimenting. Kissing, making out really, and hugging and licking. We wore the internet out finding things we could do with each other. But it was always our secret. Just before high school we both confessed that we were more interested in each other rather than girls but we also committed to the secret. We both wanted things out of life, like sports, and liking boys would hinder us. Since around 13 I was also doing some experimenting on my own. Hunter didn't know but I started shoving objects up my ass. I was so sensitive down there. It was the type of feeling that once you experienced it you wanted it time and time again. I craved bigger things. Started with the handle of a toothbrush. Tried garden veggies. Anything that was available. At fifteen I ordered a dildo on line and thankfully it came in a plain brown wrapper and mom wasn't home. I got a lot of use with it when I wasn't at Hunter's. At 14 Hunter and I were really also becoming popular. Especially once we hit high school. For two freshmen we were accepted pretty easily into most of the social groups. We were comfortable with them all. We were in every sport we could arrange our schedule around and we hung out with all the right girls. We played the corn fed jock role to the tee. By 16, once we could drive, we dated a lot. Mostly double dates. The girls never thought much of it. Everyone knew we were best friends forever. We would feel the girls up. Make out with them. Making them want more, making believe we did too, but always respecting their virginity. We got a few blow jobs out of it. Usually in the same car at the same time. Hunter and I would always look at each other while the girls were in our laps sucking our cocks. A few times, unbeknownst to the girls, we even held hands while we got our rocks off. But our adventures made our reputations at school solid. By 16, also, Hunter was fucking me. Once he broke me in I couldn't get enough. It was 10 times better than the dildo. He even said once that my hole was made for cock. I know he was right. Once he got my jock pussy stretched out that first time I never went back. I craved his cock in me and he knew it. He had a respectable 7.5 inches for his age. I expected him to be well over 8 by the time we graduated. Once while he was fucking me, not too long ago, he whispered into my ear, "This is my ass. You can let others play with it but always remember who it belongs to. I'm never giving it or you up." and I knew he meant it. We'd let the girls that we dated get us all horned up and then drop them off at their houses and head over to Hunter's. I'd suck his cock while he ate my ass. Truthfully there wasn't an inch of our bodies either one of us hadn't explored. The musk of his balls and his pits always gave me a hard on. He says the taste of my ass was better than any pussy he ever ate. And we both chowed down on pussy more than a few times. We did finally get caught that summer of our 17th year. It was between our Junior and Senior year. Hunter's mom was away just like my step-dad was. Again. My mom was on some religious thing. Didn't matter. It was summer and I was basically living at Hunter's. So, it was just us three guys around. Hunter's dad went to bed at his usual time, although Mr. Terry had put away a few beers that Saturday night, so we definitely thought we'd be left alone. It was a warm night but the humidity level was really low so we had the French doors open to the patio. The only light outside was the light from under the water of the pool which cast a shimmer on the house. We were on top of the bed naked. Hunter's right arm around my shoulders. My head somewhere between his chest and shoulder. I was idly playing with his soft cock and balls as we talked. Soon we were kissing and caressing each other. Both of us are becoming hard. His right hand went to my ass as I brought my body up so I was straddling his. His fingers playing with my hole as I slowly jacked his cock. It was mild compared to the things we've done in the past. But it was more than obvious what we were doing. I heard the noise at that time. Right after Hunter started to enter me. Wasn't much. Bare feet on the concrete never made very much noise. I was facing the door squating on Hunter's cock. Hunter was looking up at me. He didn't hear anything or look towards the door. I saw a shadow right outside the door. I didn't say anything as Hunter slowly brought his hips up and then back down. He was obviously tired but wanted to get his nut in me before he went to sleep. And once he was asleep nothing could wake him up. Especially after a good fuck. Then a forehead and a pair of eyes came into my view. It was Mr. Terry. My eyes must have looked shocked because he then showed his whole face and put his finger up to his mouth to keep me quiet. Then he indicated down to the towel he had wrapped around his waist. It looked like it was all that he had on. His cock was tenting the towel and he had a hand wrapped around it. This was turning him on. He stood there, in the shadows, watching us. Playing with his cock. Smiling and winking at me letting me know it was ok. He even took his cock out of the folds of his towel to let me see it. I let out a moan. Hunter heard me and said, "Yeah babe. You like that. Am I doing it right?". I bent down and gave him a deep and raw kiss. If Mr. Terry wanted a show, who was I to deny him? We were making out as Hunter unloaded into me. I lifted my head and Mr. Terry put his finger to his lips again and then indicated towards the pool's patio. I understood he wanted me to follow him after Hunter went to sleep. I'm not sure how I understood that but I did. Hunter got up to piss and then came back and said, "It's all yours babe. I'm beat. I love you man. Cuddle with me even if I'm asleep." I went to the restroom, leaving the lights off, and made believe I went to the toilet. I flushed and then came out. I never closed the door but I didn't hear Hunter snoring till I came out. He snored all the time but it was a quiet snore. I toyed with the idea of wrapping a towel around my waist or putting on some shorts but what was the point. Mr. Terry saw me getting fucked by his son. The cat was out of the bag. And, in all honesty, I liked to be naked in front of others. Although it's only in the locker room that I get to do it. So why bother. I just wasn't sure how Mr. Terry would react. Mr. Terry was just the older version of Hunter. He had a bit of a dad bod going on but nothing hard to look at at all. A bit of a belly from his after work beers. A bit more hair on his chest and arms. A bit of a forest on his lower back. But he still had baseball size biceps, thick shoulders and a chest you wanted to suck on. His legs were thick and strong and he had the same ass Hunter had. Big and muscular but not rounded into a bubble shape like mine. I found him at the patio table, on the opposite side of the pool, with a fresh beer. His towel was draped across the bottom of the chair leaving him naked. His legs were spread and he was slowly playing with his hard cock. He was hot. A twin version of Hunter except older, more masculine and sexy. I was surprised he let me see him this way. But he didn't seem to be surprised that I walked out naked. In fact as his eyes roamed over me I could tell he seemed glad that I did. He looked almost hungry. I walked up to him. The patio table was in the shadows of the bushes and trees that surrounded the pool. The backside of the house was dark. No lights on anywhere. He had even turned off the light in the pool. You just had the light from the sky that glimmered off of the top of the water of the pool. The night was still and besides a few crickets making their presence known it was quiet. So when Mr. Terry spoke he spoke in a whisper. "That was fucking hot" was all he said. "You're not upset? Hunter thought for sure you would disown him if you found out. I thought you would banish me." I said in my own whisper. Up close to him watching his fist travel up and down his thick man cock. "No I'm not upset. Not at all. I would never disown Hunter, or you, you're my boys. I love both of you." he said with a lustful smirk on his face, "I've known for a while Clay. At least since the pool was built. I've caught the two of you before. I come down for a skinny dip at night often after everyone is in bed. I've seen you sneak over here a time or two. I've seen you guys fuck, suck and romp around like a couple of love sick boys. I've kept it to myself. And I'll give you a little secret of my own that Hunter's mom doesn't even know. I'm bi, not that I've been with a woman, not even my wife, in a while. Always have been bi. So I understand completely." That revelation sort of put me into a mild shock. Mr. Terry bi? The dude was like a man's man. I always thought of him as a stallion. Then what he said, and did, next shook me to my core. "My son plant his load in you?" he asked as his left hand went to my ass cheek. He caressed it firmly. I just froze and looked at him. "Don't worry son. It turns me on." he continued. His hand felt good but I was too scared to enjoy it. Then he said, "My brother, Jake, and I have played for years. We both flip. But from what I've seen that you always seem to be the bottom for my boy. Is that true?" "He's let me a couple times but, yeah, I love his cock. I get an itch. I can't help it." I said quietly as my voice quivered. "Nothing wrong with liking what you're doing son. I hate to admit it but both you boys turn me on. I know it's not the way it's supposed to be. You boys just remind me of Jake and I at your age I guess." Mr. Terry said. "But your wife ...." I tried to reason with him. He was married but having sex with his brother? "Between me and you son she is a wife in name only. We only married because of Hunter. We were barely 18. After Hunter leaves for college or whatever we probably won't last long. Once Hunter moved down to the first floor we split up into different bedrooms upstairs. You guys didn't notice because you never go upstairs. Even if you did you wouldn't be able to really tell unless you really snooped around. She doesn't ask me what I do and I don't ask her. I'm sure she's having an affair and I don't care. Gives me more time with Hunter, you and Jake." His fingers were in my trench now. One of them lightly touched my puffy hole. Then he took his hand from my ass and brought it to his face. "Hunter's?" he had a drop of cum on the tip of his finger. Then he stuck the finger in his mouth and sucked it clean. When he pulled it out he said, "Nothing would give me pleasure like eating Hunter's cum out of your ass. Would you let me do that son?" I thought about it for less than a minute. I hadn't gotten off yet. I don't even think Hunter noticed he was so tired. So I became hard quickly. I looked at the patio table and then laid my stomach on it while I spread my legs. Presenting my ass to him. "Fuck yeah. That's what I'm talking about. Fine fucking big muscular bubble ass" he whispered and he grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them. "Fucking hairless pink cunt. So fucking ripe for the taking. Damn boy." I was momentarily shocked at how dirty he was speaking. Nothing Hunter and I haven't said. But still. Then he hungrily shoved his face into my trench and started to go after Hunter's load. Soon he had me whimpering into my forearm. Pushing back against his face. My hole begged his tongue to go deeper. Fuck he was talented. After a few minutes he stood up behind me. "Forgive me son" and then I felt the blunt tip of his cock pushing into me. I wasn't really shocked after what he told me this evening. But I wasn't sure what would happen if Hunter found out. But these thoughts faded as I felt his thick cock filling me up. It was a bit longer than Hunter's, maybe a bit thicker. No, it was definitely thicker. Definitely a man's cock. He sunk all the way into me quietly. The only sound was the whimpering I was doing into my forearm. And then he quietly started to fuck me. As quiet as he could be anyway. He even pulled me off the patio table so it wouldn't move around and make noise. His left arm around my hips as he drove his hips into me. His right hand pushing between my shoulder blades to keep me bent over. Hunter had always said he would get off on seeing me get fucked by someone else. Even talked about some of the guys on the team that might have bi potential. But it was all talk. I didn't know how serious he was. He knew I loved to get fucked and he loved both being an exhibitionist and a voyeur. But I was sure he would have never come up with the scenario of me getting fucked by his dad. But as hot as this was it would have been hotter if Hunter was there watching me be a slut for his dad. It didn't take long but Mr. Terry unloaded into me right on top of what was left of his son's load. My trained ass muscles massaged his cock trying to get out all the spuge I could. He whispered into my ear, "Just like fucking Jake, you're both a whore for cum, can't get enough. Good to know." Then as he pulled out he said, "Keep me inside of you for as long as you can. Have Hunter add to it in the morning. When I see your ass strutting around tomorrow I'm going to be hard knowing you have multiple Terry loads in you. Fuck! So hot. I love you boys." he said as he kept pulling out and kissed my neck. Then he turned and went quietly down the steps into the pool, I assumed to wash off the sex, but I stayed as I was. I felt used and dirty. Like he said, a whore. Something was appealing about it and I wasn't sure why. But, after a few minutes I started to feel awkward, so I walked back to Hunter's room clenching my ass keeping what I could inside. I left the door just as it was, open to the night air, and went to the empty side of the bed. I quietly crawled into bed and pulled the one sheet over me as I faced away from Hunter. I felt a bit of guilt come over me. 'Would I ever be able to tell Hunter. Or even look him in the eye again? What would he do or think of me?' My mind was all of a sudden racing. Hunter was everything to me. I couldn't lose him. Just then Hunter rolled over to me and put his arm around my chest/stomach area and pulled me close. He was hard again. I felt it as he pulled me tightly to his body. Then he put his mouth to my ear. "I want to fall asleep inside you." he said as he reached down and aimed his cock into my hole. As he sunk in and I whimpered and moaned he said, "I saw you and dad." his hips started moving back and forth, "His load is making your ass so wet. It was so hot seeing you get fucked. I always wanted to see that. I just never thought it would be my dad. Makes it so much hotter. You turn me on babe. Such a fucking slut. You and I are both twisted as fuck and I'm happy we will share it with each other. Was that the first time with dad?" he asked. I shook my head yes. He pulled me even closer and said into my ear, "I never told you something." he went on as he slowly pumped his cock into me. "You're not mad because of what you saw? About your dad knowing?" I was scared to death. I barely felt his cock. "Shhh babe. Not at all. I was never really afraid of my dad finding out. It was my mom. The right wing crazy bitch." I was shocked because he never talked about his mom this way. Actually he never talked about her at all. "But anyway it's time I tell you something. My Uncle Jake started fucking with me young man. Before I even met you he was playing with me, letting me sleep in his bed when I stayed over. We were always naked when we were alone at his place. He told me that he and my dad fucked around as teenagers. But I found out it was still going on. I saw them. My dad is a stud. I'm not mad but I'm a little jealous. I always wished dad would make a move on me. At least he's affectionate. Still hugs me and gives me a peck on the lips now and then like he did when I was little." Hunter went in deep just then. It almost hurt, but hurt so good, that I moaned a bit louder. "Jake started fucking me when I was thirteen. He still does. I told him how much I would like dad to do it too. He thought it could be arranged. I told him about your ass. How it was made for cock. How you are such a slut for my cock. That always got him going. He wants us both together. To fuck us both and for both of us to fuck him." I gave another moan. Liking the idea as well as his cock in me. "Yeah, you like that babe? Jake and I fucking you? I knew you would." Then he started fucking me faster. It was quick. Hunter was still tired and after he came in me he pulled me tight to him and slowly fell asleep. His half hard cock still in my ass. Where it should always be. He started to lightly snore after that. I still had not cum. It didn't matter. Hunter was as fucked up as I was and it made me happy. No matter what happened it seemed we would always be together in one fashion or another. And his dad was hot but Jake was even hotter. He was about 6 years younger than Mr. Terry and built like Hunter. He never married but worked construction with Mr. Terry. After the weekend some crazy shit started to happen. My mother was due back on Tuesday from her 'retreat'. Whatever it was. So I went to the house Tuesday morning to make sure my laundry was caught up and that the house was in good order. Hunter and I had a part time job landscaping that he was at today so I didn't have much to do anyway. I sometimes went with him to earn some cash but they didn't need me today. By 5 there was still no sign of my mom or any messages. I called her cell and it went straight to voicemail. I would have considered it odd but since my parents knew I was at the Terry's all the time it wasn't unusual not to hear from them or to get an update on their plans. Mr. Terry was absolutely the better parent out of all four of them. I called Hunter around 6. He had just gotten back and was sitting by the pool so I told him I would be over. When I got there he was laying on a lounge chair with just his basketball shorts on. Still dirty and sweaty from the day. He heard me and looked up. He saw I was naked and half hard. "Damn bro. I love seeing you naked. And it looks like you're glad to see me too. Come over here. I got a gift for you." and he put his hands behind his head. "I fucking reek babe. Just like you like them." knowing I was a slut for his pits. Especially after a game or after he got home from his part time job. My cock got harder as I walked over to him and kneeled down next to him. I started with his left pit. Licking it clean. Sucking all the stink out of it. As I got up to go to the other side he grabbed my cock and took a quick taste of it. Sucking off the pre-cum that had developed while I serviced his pit. Then he said, "My dad should be home any second. You want to put on a show or you want to go into the bedroom? I don't think he'd mind either way after what happened with you two this weekend." I stood there for a second and then reached down for his shorts and pulled them off of him. "I don't think these are necessary out here anymore. The neighbors can't see us." I said. He lifted his ass and let me pull them off. He was commando as usual. A heady aroma came from between his legs signaling how much he sweat today. I squatted over his midsection and leaned over his body. I went straight for his mouth and started to make out with him. I could taste the salty sweat on his lips and his mouth was stale. I didn't care. Hunter, all of Hunter, was something I craved all the time. He was tasting his own swampy pit on my lips and he was moaning a bit himself. As our lips were locked I heard from the sliding glass door someone say, "Oh fuck yeah." Hunter and I broke our kiss and looked over. Mr. Terry was there bare chested with his jeans and boots still on. A beer in his right hand. His left hand on his package. "Dad!" Hunter said. I saw conflict in his eyes. As much as he wanted his dad he still did not know what the rules were. Even though he witnessed his dad fucking me. I wouldn't know how I would feel in his place either so I let him take the lead. "It's ok son. It's fine." Mr. Terry said as he walked over to us. His now hard cock obviously filled out his jeans. "I know you watched Clay and I the other night. And since you two seem to be just as in love as you were before I assume that it didn't do any harm to your relationship. I'm glad. Now I can go into the house and take an early shower and get some dinner going or I can hang out by the pool like I usually do. It's up to you boys. I don't want to intrude. I meant to talk to you about this son. I didn't want any secrets between us anymore. So it's all up to you son, the ball is in your court Hunter." "Dad, um...stay. Get comfortable." Hunter said with apprehension in his voice. Not because he didn't want his dad to stay but because this was so new to him. Even after his life with his Uncle Jake and with me he was still Mr. Terry's little boy. A very large and hot little boy. "Well if you're sure son, I'll get my boots off and hang out with you guys." he sat on a chair at the patio table and started to reach down to untie his boots. I looked at Hunter and said, "I hope you don't mind..." and I got off of Hunter and kneeled down in front of Mr. Terry. I took his booted foot from him and started to untie it in my lap. The next thing I knew Hunter was kneeling right next to me and took the other boot into his lap. "You're not going to have all the fun without me babe." Hunter said right in front of his dad. Then he looked up at his dad and said, "I guess you know everything. So I'm not going to hide it from you. I love you dad." "You never have to hide anything from me son. From your mother probably. But never from me. I love you too, both of you. Never forget that." Mr. Terry said as I pulled off his boot and started to peel down his sock. "Clay, those must be ripe, you don't have to do that." Hunter chuckled and I got a lustful glint in my eye. "Don't worry dad. Clay is addicted to my stink. I doubt he'll mind another Terry's pheromones. Right babe?" I peeled the sock off and then licked the bottom of Mr. Terry's foot. He gasped and then moaned a bit. Then I took each toe in my mouth, starting with the big toe, sucking them into my mouth and caressing them with my tongue. "Oh my god son" Mr. Terry let out. "You're better than Jake." he said without thinking. Then he shot a worried glance at his son. "It's ok dad. I know. No secrets ok?" Hunter said as he peeled the sock off he was working on. Then he gave his dad the same treatment I was. "You know? Fuck." was all Mr. Terry said as we worshipped his feet. Then he said, "I don't know what I did to deserve two hot naked young jocks working on me like this but I now know what heaven feels like. Mind if I get my pants off?" "Fuck yeah dad. We should be naked all the time when mom's away." Hunter blurted out and then looked doubtful again. "Don't worry son. I agree." Mr. Terry said as he lifted himself off the chair. His jeans came down and he stepped out of them. Commando underneath as well. His cock was mostly hard. "I hope this is ok boys?" I heard Hunter say something but my mouth was on that cock so fast I didn't hear exactly what he said. The taste of the man's work day was on there. So masculine and ripe. I was in heaven. "Got yourself a real pig there son. He knows how to treat a man." "Yeah he does. I'm never giving him up dad. You might as well know that. Cole is everything I want." Hunter confessed abruptly. His face turned red as I looked him in the eye with my mouth full of his dad's cock. I spit out the cock long enough to say, "Same here" and then put on a show for Hunter as I caressed and licked his dad's cock like a lollipop. His face brightened as he looked at me with love and lust. "Well he is a keeper son. I wish things were different. Just the four of us here. No complications." Mr. Terry was almost day dreaming as I pleasured his cock. "The four of us? You mean mom?" Hunter was confused. So was I. I couldn't imagine her ok with this. Mr. Terry chuckled as he played with my hair. "Fuck no son. Jake. I know you love your mom son but I have no reason to expect we'll ever be together as husband and wife again." "Well that makes a lot more sense now." Hunter laughed. He was still kneeling beside me just caressing his dad's foot and calf. Watching what I was doing. Then Hunter said, "Dad? Can we go get comfortable in my room? All three of us?" "Sounds like a good idea to me. Pup?" he asked looking at me. Pup? That's new. I just shook my head yes. The three of us got up and went to Hunter's bed. In the next few hours we did everything to each other that Hunter and I have done with each other. All of us had a load in our ass. Even Mr. Terry. At about 8:30 PM we went to the kitchen and threw some food in our stomachs. When we were done Mr. Terry said, "Well I guess I'll hit the sack. Thank you boys for including an old man." he laughed. "The night's not over dad. You're sleeping with us. At least this one night. I want to be as close to you as possible with everything that's happened." Hunter said with a hopeful look in his eyes. Mr. Terry looked surprised, "You sure son? I mean, there is nothing I would like better, but wouldn't I be intruding on you and Cole?" I decided to answer for Cole, "I don't think you could ever intrude Mr. Terry." both he and Hunter smiled at me. Hunter relieved and Mr. Terry was thankful. "Cole, call me Beau or dad. After what we all did Mr. Terry just doesn't sound right anymore." Mr. Terry, er, Beau/dad said. "Well sir, if it's ok with you, I think I'd rather call you dad when we're alone like this. You've been more of a dad to me than anyone else and it feels right." I answered. "Sounds perfect to me son. But you can call me Beau in front of others." he answered. "Now this old man has to get up early tomorrow. Let's cuddle up." he led the way back to Hunter's room once we all made sure the house was shut down. Once we were in bed I was in the middle of the two Terry men. It was the best sleep I have ever gotten. In the morning I heard Mr. Terry, er, Beau, get up and leave the room. I assumed he was going to get ready for work. It was Wednesday morning after all. I was awake enough to ask Hunter if he had to work. All he said was no and then he reached over and pulled me to him. "We're sleeping in," he said as his body surrounded me. We laid like that for five minutes before we heard the doorbell. I turned my head to Hunter who had the look of surprise on his face. "What the fuck? No one ever rings the bell this early." he said as he looked at the clock next to the bed. We then heard his dad's heavy boots descend the stairway. Then barely the click of the front door opening. Then we heard muffled voices. Then finally his dad let out a sound that sounded like he was injured or I didn't know what. Hunter and I took one moment to look at each other and then scrambled for some shorts. We slowly opened his door and looked out. We made our way to the kitchen and then Hunter poked his head around the wall to the living area while I stood behind him. "Dad?" Hunter walked out into the living room and I followed. Hunter's dad was leaning up against the wall in his work clothes. His face was ashen. When Hunter called out for him he turned to us and gave us a look of sadness and shock. I don't know how to describe it. There were two people just inside the door. One was a woman in casual business attire. She looked pleasant but overworked. The other was a police officer. Someone higher in the ranks. I didn't know what was going on but it was bad. Then there was another knock at the door. Two men in dark polos and slacks with 'FBI' on the left chests of the shirts. They introduced themselves and showed ID. Hunter and I just kept looking from each other to the scene before us. Neither one of us understood anything. "Mr. Terry,..." the woman said to Hunter's dad and then indicated over to us. He looked over at us again. He was petrified about something. "Um, boys, sit down. Um, I'm not sure...." he started to walk over to us. Hunter and I both sat on the couch. The five adults came towards us. Beau sat across from us on the opposite couch and the woman sat by him. Looked like it was for support. The officer stood behind them and the FBI guys stood off to the left watching everything. Not sure why they were there. Not sure why anyone was there. "Boys," Mr. Terry, er, dad, began. He was having a hard time. "Cole." he turned to me, "Son, your mom...." he almost broke down, "I'm sorry son, your mom, well, she, um passed yesterday...." a tear was running down his cheek. I, on the other hand, must have been in a bit of shock. I barely felt Hunter's arm go around me and pull me into him. I just looked at Mr. Terry. Wondering what he was talking about. Passed? "I don't understand," I whispered. The woman politely put her hand on Mr. Terry's arm and said, "Cole. My name is Heather Wright, I work for Nebraska's Child and Welfare Protection department. I'm here to help Mr. Terry speak with you. The rest of these men are here to help us understand what happened." Then Hunter said, "So what happened? What happened to Cole's mom?" he asked with urgency. Holding me tighter against him. "Son, your mom and Cole's step-dad" he began and then lost it... "Would you like me to explain Mr. Terry?" Heather Wright intervened. He just nodded his head yes. She went on, "Cole and Hunter, right?" Hunter and I just nodded and she smiled warmly at us. "Boys, I'm afraid Mrs. Treat was abducted last Friday on her way to a retreat, I believe a religious retreat?", she looked over at the law enforcement officer for confirmation. He nodded. Then she continued again, "I'm afraid that the two men that abducted her were hired by Mr. Treat and Mrs. Terry." she stopped for a moment letting us absorb what she just said. Hunter looked at his dad and said, "Mom?". Beau just nodded and sobbed. He was in total shock. Ms. Wright gave a nervous smile to Hunter and then to Beau and then went on, "Mr. Treat and Mrs. Terry are in custody and are being charged with, among other things, kidnapping and murder. I'm so sorry boys. Given the gravity of their positions in the state there is going to be a lot of publicity surrounding this. We are here to help you navigate through this." Hunter and I sat there stunned. We didn't make a sound. Just stared at everyone in the room. Beau was still silently sobbing. I doubt it was as much about his wife as it was for us. Everytime he looked at us he let out another sad sound. "When did they get arrested?" I blurted out. It was the only thing she really didn't say. "Late last night" she answered. "It hasn't been picked up by the press yet. But it won't be too long. I'm just happy we made it here before it did." "So my mom has been, um, gone since Friday?" it was sinking in. I was starting to shake. "No Cole. That didn't happen till Sunday. They took her down to the Flint Hills of Kansas hoping to hide her remains. We are not sure where she actually died yet. A maintenance supervisor for the wind turbines in the area discovered her on Monday after seeing the two men flee the scene. He was able to give the vehicle description and the license number. They were picked up about 30 minutes later outside of Junction City Kansas." Ms. Wright explained. "They gave up Mrs. Terry and Mr. Treat right away hoping to lessen their punishment. But they will also be fully charged." One of the FBI agents finally spoke, "I'm Special Agent Reed and this is Special Agent Conner. All kidnappings, especially those crossing state lines, involve the FBI. We have been assigned to be with you the next few days to keep you safe. The next few days could be hectic and scary. We will do our best to keep the press at bay. Situations like this, with high profile public figures, bring out some of the unsavory elements of society. Mr. Terry. Are you willing to let Cole stay with you and your son until his father can come?" "My father?" I asked, not knowing who he was talking about. "I don't understand?" There was no way he could mean Liam Doyle. The agent turned to me and said, "Mr. Doyle was contacted this morning by Ms. Wright. Ms. Wright would you explain?" "Mr. Treat let us know, when he was taken in, that your father was the emergency contact your mother had assigned if anything happened to her and Mr. Treat. He gave us the contact information. I personally called Mr. Doyle before coming over here. He lives in Palm Desert, California. As far as I know he is making arrangements to be here later today." Ms. Wright said, "Mr. Doyle is a FireFighter in the desert cities. But I'm sure you already knew that." "I don't know anything about my father. My mother would never tell me anything." I said with a blank look on my face. "I see. Broken families can be confusing. I'll be available to help you. You are 17 so it will be up to you what you want to do." she said. "He can stay with us. He's like another son anyway." Beau spoke up. "He doesn't even know his father." he sounded almost territorial with me. Hunter was holding on to me tight. I turned to him. He has basically lost his mother too. "I'm sorry Hunter", I said. "For what? You didn't do anything. My mother and your step-father are the only guilty ones here. We still have each other." he said quietly. I was glad he said it. Beau spoke before things got weird, "The boys have been best friends for a long time. I wouldn't want to see them split up. They'll be seniors next year." he explained. "Understood Mr. Terry. We will hash it out with Mr. Doyle." Ms. Wright said. "Meanwhile, the press will have this address as well as the Treat's address soon enough. I need to ask if we can move you to a more secure location. If you want to stay here that will be fine but we will have to have extra security." one of the agents said. I wasn't really paying attention. Beau looked up and said, "My brother Jake lives by downtown Omaha off of 2nd street down by the tracks. Kind of a blue collar neighborhood. Doubt anyone would find us there." "Would it be a problem for you to stay there with the boys?" the agent asked. "Not at all. He has more than enough bedrooms and a pool. It will be comfortable. I can run my job from there. I'll call him." he said getting up. "Boys get some stuff together." "I can bring Cole over to his house to pack if you like." one of the agents volunteered. "Doubt he'll need it. He has his own closet here. He's here more than he's home." Beau said as he went into the kitchen. Hunter and I stood up and started walking into his bedroom. It was then I realized we were only wearing shorts. Nothing else. A room full of dressed people with two almost naked teenagers. When we got to the bedroom Hunter closed and locked the door. He turned to me and said, "Babe?" and we collapsed into each others arms and fell onto the bed. We sobbed into each others necks. Holding each other tight. "I love you so much." Hunter said to me. "Don't ever leave me." he was afraid I would go with my dad. "I don't plan on it bro. You're stuck with me." I said. We stayed like that for a few minutes till we got our shit together. Then he said we should take a quick shower. Next thing I knew we were on our way to Omaha to stay with Jake. Part two soon? 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