J&J and the 5 Be's, Part Two

By Bix Meister

The Wind Switched

 

This is a story featuring gay men, and gay sex, intended for Adults, not Minors.  It is fiction, and as such is not based on any actual people or events.  It is a fantasy intended purely as a catalyst for pleasure.  No attempts have been made to portray safe sex, but the author encourages you to practice it.

 

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Notice, this chapter and series feature a relationship between adult father and son. If this is not your cup of tea, I suggest you check out my Snowplow series. If you've already read my Snowplow series, you may find a character or two which are familiar.

 

J&J and the 5 Be's, Part Two

 

The Wind Switched

 

Dad's breath was hard on my neck, his dick wedged between my ass-cheeks, his hand, firm on my gut. "So, J, tell me about the guy from the gym. Is he a possible son-in-law?"

"I think his wife might object, J." Dad laughed, so I continued. "I just see him as a fuck buddy, I think he feels the same about me. He's in his mid-40's and hung about as well as me."

"Do you think you could take his big dick? Have you thought about it?"

"Dad, I thought about it. I thought a lot about it. Shit Dad, I just realized, Sky looks like a younger version of you."

"Oh, you are on a first name basis with your fuck buddies, huh? So, you thought about Sky fucking you, why haven't you done it?"

"Sky likes getting fucked. I know when he is in the mood because he wears this ratty old "World's Greatest Dad" T-shirt. I even told him it was false advertising, cuz you are the "World's Greatest Dad." I think that made him want me even more. I can't believe I am telling you this Dad, but I fuck him, and then send him home to his wife. She likes to eat his ass and suck out my load."

Dad's cock flexed against my ass. "You keep talking like that boy, I might have a go at your ass before we head to the restaurant."

I let him snuggle me as I thought things over. "Dad, you know what I said earlier, that you had already taught me everything I need to know about loving another man?"

"Yeah J?"

"I think if you fucked me, it would be too intense. This I like, I like the snuggling with you. I like the cuddling."

His breath was on my neck again, I shivered. "J, I do too. Usually when I play with a guy, if they want to cuddle, I tell them to fuck off. I'm usually the guy who will fuck the cuddle out of a man, but I will cuddle the fuck out of you, J."

"Listen Dad. You owe me an awful lot of cuddles for those I missed in the past six years, but you also owe me dinner and a martini. Why don't we get dressed and head down?"

"Sounds like a deal J. And, I will defer to you and skip the tie. I never feel comfortable wearing them."

We dressed silently. Dad walked to the window and watched the lights come up on Superior Street. He looked back at me. "You're really okay with all of this J?"

"Dad, every man I have been with, has had to measure up to you. I'll be honest, I have lowered my standards a time or two." I laughed. "Remember when I told you that I broke my ribs playing hockey?"

"Yeah."

"It actually happened at the sauna. I was getting a clumsy BJ from a guy. Fuck, he was almost Grandpa's age."

"So, you made an old man happy. Good on ya, Son."

"Have I made my old man happy?"

"Immensely happy, and proud. J, I struggle to put this into words but, I love you, in a way I love no other human being. Sure, I love your Mom more, and I don't love your sisters any less, but what I have for you..."

Dad choked up, his eyes got misty. "I can't help but think I fucked this up by having sex with you."

"Dad, you gave me what I have always wanted since I realized I was gay. I remember one night we were having a movie night, just the two of us. Mom and the girls had gone to New York for a girl's weekend, so we had the place to ourselves. You had fallen asleep, I forget what movie was playing. You were just there, in your sleep pants. I was fourteen. Shit, I am talking too much."

"Go on Son."

"Your dick was hard. You know the Wilson's dick curse, it was impossible to miss. I reached over to feel it. It was magnetic. I stroked it once. Your big knob slipped out of the button-fly, a drop of pre-cum was clinging to the slit. I wanted to lean down and taste it."

"And?"

"I barely touched it with my pinky. It was enough to make you shift in your sleep. I brought my finger to my lips, and tasted it. I got hooked right then Dad. I made the vow that someday I would be bold enough to suck out the Wilson Juice that made me."

"I remember that. I didn't worry at the time, because I did the same thing with my dad. Shit, I think it is just a part of discovering who you are. When you came out to me, I worried I made you that way. Tempting you with my dick, allowing you to taste it."

"Dad, if you made me this way, I thank you. Because I am so fucking happy with my life."

Dad's knuckles rubbed my beard. That was now my new favorite thing. "C'mon J. Your Dad is going to take his son out to dinner. I am gonna show off the hottest twenty-one-year-old in Duluth, and get to know him better."

Dad put his arms around me. "C'mon J. Let's hit the town, and see how it hits back."

We took the elevator down to the Superior Street level, and then walked across to the old Hotel Duluth. I pointed out the clothing store we had talked about, and made plans to visit it the next day.

As we made our way inside the old Hotel, Dad's jaw became slack. "J, this is the place. This is the place Gramps took me, when I lost my virginity."

"You'll have to tell me the story. Maybe then I can share some of mine."

We got seated in a secluded booth. I think dad would have preferred to display me, but I liked the intimacy. He looked around. "Boy, it was much different then. They had a live band with this kooky band leader. He was black, but had a Latino name. Juan, I think, yeah, Juan Silvero, that's it."

The waiter came over. He was about Dad's age, and my gaydar pinged in a major way. I don't know if he saw us as Father, Son or Daddy, Boy, but he treated us as a couple, especially when Dad ordered for us. "It's a martini lounge, so we'll have two classic martinis, like 007 likes them."

"Shaken, not stirred, Correct?"

His enunciation was exact, his posture was too. When he turned to leave, Dad lowered his voice. "He's jealous of me, is he your type?"

"About the right age, but I like my men, to be like men, if you get my drift."

"I figured, you want a gay version of me."

Dad smiled, and then stopped. "Damn, I just realized that my Son's hubby, could be about my age. You do realize that will be the hardest pill to swallow."

He gave me his concerned look. "Dad, he could be younger too. But if I stay true to myself, you'd be meeting the guy I'd want as my hubby, because he exemplifies the 5-Be's. Sometimes I think the guys my age can't even handle one, much less 5-Be's."

Just then my phone buzzed. I glanced at it quickly as Dad grabbed it. "J, I told you that the phone was off-limits, but it is Brent. I like that dude." Dad picked my phone up. "Let's see if this works." He entered a four-digit number which opened the phone. "You are my boy; your password is my birthday."

As the martinis were delivered, Dad texted with Brent. "There, that's done."

I hadn't even taken a sip of my martini. I was waiting for my dad. "What's done?"

"You'll find out in due time." There was a warm, intimate quality to Dad's voice. The lounge's lighting brought out the warmth, even more. Dad picked up his martini, almost as an offering to me. "J, a martini is not a shot you throw down, or a beer to be chugged. You need to savor its strength."

Dad looked right into my eyes. "Hold the glass by the stem J. It is at the perfect temperature; the warmth of your hands will change that." He lifted his glass, looked thought it, towards me. "Look at that perfectly chilled, clarity." He swirled it slightly. "I'm not sure why I'm doing this, it just looks good, and fuck it, they taste good."

J Sr. winked at me. "J, I sometimes put on airs. You know me, I am a big fish, in a small pond. I try to act like I am making a big splash, when there is a huge lake mere yards away from me. Sometimes I should forget that, and focus on what is in front of me."

He lifted his martini glass. "To the most handsome twenty-one-year-old son on Earth. The fact that he loves his old man, is enough for me."

Our glasses clinked, then I tasted my first martini. I wasn't sure if it was an acquired taste, but at first it left me wanting. I would have been happier chugging down a local micro-brew, but this is what my Dad wanted. By the third and fourth sips, my feelings changed.

There was a warmth that overcame me. The piney gin reminded me of the hoppy IPA's I preferred. Dad and I were silently swirling our glasses, sharing the moment.

"How are your first sips?"

Our waiter leaned forward, his hands behind his back. He looked at Dad for affirmation.

"They're perfect, Patrick. Don't you think, Boy?"

There was a slight wink, intended for me. Dad subtly licked his upper lip.

"Perfect, Daddy."

Patrick's smile was knowing. "Will you gentlemen partake in any of our sushi or appetizers? These martinis tend to sneak up on you."

"I dunno. There might be a benefit to getting my boy drunk. By the way Patrick, you didn't even ID my boy. He could be underage. I wouldn't want to get you into trouble."

Patrick looked flustered. I wasn't sure if it was Dad's innuendo, or the fact I could be underage. I reached into my back pocket, and pulled out my wallet, opening it to my Driver's License."

"I see that Julian is celebrating his birthday today. His next martini is on the house."

"Ugh! Why does my ID have to show my legal name?"

"He likes to be called J. Both of us do." Dad flashed his wallet in front of the waiter, smiling to let him know that there was no harm, no foul."

Patrick's whole demeanor changed when he realized we were Father and Son, not Daddy and Boy. He went from being conspirator, to professional in a split-second. He recommended a trio of appetizers that would feed us, and compliment the martinis. Dad suggested he throw in another two. Personally, I couldn't see us eating all the food he ordered, but he insisted.

"Business must be good huh?" I asked.

"We're getting by." The buzzing of Dad's own phone, caught his attention. I looked, and saw the familiar GROWLr icon.

He spent the next several minutes chatting back and forth with whoever hit him up. I was frankly appalled but he kept on texting. He finally looked at me. "We're gonna have company. You wouldn't believe it, but Kurt is two blocks away."

"Kurt's on GROWLr too?"

He is the one who told me about it. He didn't know you were, until now. Take a look."

I picked up my phone, and pulled up the app. Among my viewers was "KDawg."

"KDawg?" I questioned.

"HASHTAG IKR" Dad laughed. "I know you hate it when us older guys try to act young. But what about you and Brent?"

"Brent gets it, and you do too, Dad. But, KDawg? Come to think of it RockHard isn't much better." I had to shake my head.

Dad reached across and ruffled my beard. "What do you think I'd look like in a full beard like that?"

"Like the hottest fifty-something man on the planet."

"How about if Kurt had one?"

"Not as hot as you Dad, but I could see it."

My phone went off. Dad grabbed it and unlocked it. I could see it was someone trying to growl at me. "That takes care of that."

He was having too much fun, playing games with everyone. I would have complained, but I liked this side of him so much. Patrick walked by, dad stopped him. "Patrick, you look like you've been around Duluth for a while. What was the name of this place in the `70's?"

"If you are inferring that I am old, Guilty as charged. But I was too young for this place. I think they called it the Black Bear Lounge."

"Fuck, I think you are right." Dad smiled. "Forgive my language. You're right about these martinis, they are loosening up my tongue so to speak." He swirled his glass, then picked out the olive. "Two more, please. But I hope the food gets here first."

He then crooked his finger and whispered, "Patrick." Patrick leaned in for the secret. Dad slipped him a twenty as he told him of his request. They talked quietly for a moment. I didn't hear anything until Dad slapped Patrick on the back. "Edmund? No, not really."

"Yes, Edmund," the waiter said curtly. "Believe me, he doesn't like it either."

Patrick turned sharply, and left our booth. As he walked away, I gave Dad a questioning look. "J, I asked him if his ring meant he was married to a man, or woman. He answered, man. I then told him my son is gay, and I was wondering what the protocol is when a man marries a man, you know, if they keep their last name. He told me it depends on the couple, but his partner took his last name. Get this, his partner's name is now Edmund Fitzgerald."

"Well, at least his last name wasn't Titanic," I joked. "But it is great to know that there is someone out there who likes their name even less than I do."

"Julian is a great name, son. Otherwise I wouldn't have given it to you."

"If you love it so much, why don't you use it?"

"Because we are named after my father Julian, and our company is J Wilson. And before you say anything, it is OUR company, son. Everyone in the family is getting an equal share, Even J3. So, if you find a man who wants to continue the Wilson name, he will get his share, for as long as you two are married."

"What if I want to take his name, or he keeps his own?"

"If you two marry, that is fine by me."

"What if?"

"No more ifs. Mom and I have discussed it. Julia will earn extra shares while she works there, but the core value is spread evenly."

The martini had Dad in a relaxed mood. His mood became more elated as we were joined by Kurt and Brent in succession. After introductions, Brent apologized. "We were slow tonight, so I volunteered to cut hours, Sorry I couldn't convince Gino to make it out tonight Big J. Maybe we can meet for lunch tomorrow. `Sides, he isn't a drinker, he is more of a drunk."

"You're a good man for helping him keep sober."

"It's all on him. I am just his support. He has been sober for twenty-eight years, Big J."

"Brent. No one on earth can get away with calling me that. I'll make an exception for you. Now don't get any ideas Kurt."

Brent looked over to Kurt. "I have the feeling I know you from somewhere, Kurt."

"You probably don't recognize me with my clothes on."

Brent looked up as four martinis were placed in front of us. "Thanks Patrick. How's Ed?"

"Never better." Patrick's formality was gone. He looked to my Dad. "J, your order should be up soon and I doubled the order of the flatbread. And don't worry, I got you covered."

When Patrick left, I picked up my phone and opened my GROWLr app. "Explain KDawg to me. And when you are done with that, explain what you said to Brent."

"I'll Be Honest. Your dad would expect nothing less. KDawg is a stupid name, but I have a lot of followers, so I can't change it. And um, well, I have met and played with Brent at the sauna. In fact, I just came from there."

I caught Brent's eye. "You dawg."

"Let's change the subject," Brent said. He probably didn't feel comfortable talking about it in front of my dad. "Big J, when you used J's phone, you said this place was different than it was when you came here in the 70's. That must be some story. And hey, wouldn't you be too young for it?"

"I looked old for my age. There was this pretty young woman, I forget her name. She ruled the roost here. There were all these people vying for tables and booths to hear Juan SIlvero. From the look of it, half the women wanted to fuck him, and the other half already had. My dad just turned on the Wilson charm, and got us a table.

""I'll take care of you," she said, pinching my cheek."

"She found us a table, and sat us."

"Two martinis" My Dad said. "Shaken, not stirred."

"I was certain that I was going to be having my first adult cocktail, but she waited while I took my first sip."

"I could get fired if I sold you booze. You don't look a day over eighteen."

"I still remember how she crinkled her nose at me. That was a woman in control." Dad had to smile at his memory. "She probably lied when she said what she did about me looking eighteen. She was a charmer, but totally in control."

"Was her name Connie by chance? That sounds like the stories she tells."

"That's it! Is Connie still around?"

"We go out for Happy Hour every Tuesday night. She and Juan Silvero were like this." Brent illustrated by crossing his fingers. "The manager of this place even wanted Connie to be his Madame. He ran a whore house in town. She would have nothing of it."

"Yep, that is her. She was in charge. She would seat me, but she wouldn't get me drinks or line up the hooker. Some guy named Lars took care of that detail."

Our food arrived and we had difficulty shoe-horning it on the table. We became quiet as we sampled the variety. I drank in the warmth of the men in our booth. Each man I loved, for different reasons. But no love could equal what I felt for my Dad at that moment.

He looked across the table. His wink said everything. He mouthed "Happy Birthday, J," then took a sip of his martini. He then put his hand on Brent's shoulder. "Brent, buddy, I have a question of you."

"Shoot."

"How do you make your open relationship work?"

"We have two rules. Communication, and trust. For instance I had fun with Kurt, but I went home and told Gino everything he needed to know."

"Everything he needed to know? You mean you left something out?"

"That is where the trust comes in. The bottom line is our love makes it work. Don't take this personally, Kurt. But sometimes sex is just sex."

"And sometimes it is mind numbingly hot. You can't deny that Brent."

"Point taken."

"So, what is the norm? Are open relationships the norm?" Dad asked.

"There is no norm. Patrick and Ed have a very closed one. Hell, I know of two couples who are celebrating their sixteenth anniversary this year. A father married his husband on the same day that the son married his. The father and his partner have an open relationship, the son and his, are closed. Each couple makes it work, but they have to work at it."

"Wait, you know of a father and son who are gay?"

"J knows them too. Pete is the father. He found out years later that he was father to a son he never knew about. You'll never believe it, but the son was hot and heavy for his dad, until he got the news."

"Pete used to be a pro-wrestler. It was quite a bit of gossip when he married his lover Kyle. His son Derek, married his lover Justin, the same day.

"Damn, I forgot that detail. Dad, you wouldn't believe how in shape Pete is for his age."

"This sounds like quite a support group you have here J. I guess I can stop worrying about you."

"Don't ever do that Big J," Brent said. "There will be a time when you won't be there, I lost my Dad much sooner than I thought I would. It is the Dad's job to worry about their son."

"I do worry about him. I know he can handle himself." Dad leaned in, his voice became low. "It's no secret that I worry about who gets my boy's ultimate cherry. It is almost like I want to screen the candidates. Any volunteers at the table?"

I sucked in a breath. "That shit cray."

"Ain't it J"

"Hey, I am just a caring father."

"A most loving one Big J. One who gave his son the tools he needs to make the decision."

"I gave him the biggest tool he needs." Dad laughed.

Patrick walked up. "Another round for the table," Dad requested.

"I can serve these two gentlemen, but you set the limit at two martinis per person. Remember this?" Patrick pulled the folded twenty from his vest pocket.

"Damn. You're just like Connie. In charge and living large."

"You mean you know Connie? Well that's different then."

"Do I get to order another round since I know her?"

"No, she taught me everything I know. And I am putting down my foot even harder. She had the best instincts of anyone in the Duluth hospitality industry. If Brent and your other friend want a martini, fine, but I am getting you and your son a mocktini."

"Mocktini?"

"Sprite, shaken not stirred, served chilled with a lime twist."

"God, you do know Connie. Here, give her this the next time you see her. It was the tip my cheap assed father should have given her back in the day." Dad pulled out another twenty, and then shoved it in Patrick's pocket.

"So, what will it be Gentlemen?" Patrick asked.

"I think I am gonna pass, guys, Gino is expecting me soon."

"I'll pass too," Kurt added. "Maybe the three of us could check out some more of the downtown nightlife."

"Is there a gay bar down here?" Dad asked. "Maybe I need to toast to son at a gay bar."

"There is a gay-ish one a few blocks over," Patrick offered.

"Whatever that means, c'mon let's go."

"I'll call ahead to warn them," Patrick deadpanned.

"Wait for me. I gotta pee," I said.

"I'll join you J," Brent added.

"Is Big J okay?" Brent asked at the urinal.

"It's been quite a day for him. Lots of things happened. Trust me, it's all good. The martinis are hitting him. He is in the happy phase right now, I rarely see him drunk."

"Good, I have grown to love that guy. If he were gay – oops, sorry."

"No need to be sorry, I found out today that Dad plays. I can't say no more, but trust me, it is all good."

"J, I do have a reason to be sorry. You are on my no-touch list for a reason. I feel I have to be there for you if you ever need me, and if we ever played, I know it would screw that up."

I stuffed my dick back into my pants. "I get ya Brent. Although I'll be honest, I wouldn't mind a good cuddle from you or Gino."

"That might work. Hey, you go have another drink with your Father. I wonder how long Kurt will be here, I wouldn't mind hooking up with him one more time."

"He is a good fuck, isn't he?"

"Wait, you and Kurt?"

"Yep, and my Dad and Kurt."

Brent made the "mind-blown" gesture with his hand. On any other guy his age, it would look desperate, but it worked on Brent. As we left the restroom, I said "That shit cray."

"Ain't it J! See ya Monday?"

"Yep, I think our shifts overlap."

I gave Brent a hug, then joined Kurt and my dad at the door. We started walking towards the "gay-ish" bar, then Kurt started up a side street. I knew where we were heading, so I stopped in my tracks.

"Really Dad? The Sauna?"

"Trust me J," my dad said warmly.

I continued the climb up the street. Kurt held the door for me as we stepped in. The man behind the counter recognized Kurt and I. "I see you still have your locker from the overnight. What'll you two have?"

Dad looked over the options. "Two of the single visits." Dad paid quickly then grabbed our keys and towels from the attendant. "C'mon J, show me the place."

I went downstairs, my Dad followed me. We snaked our way past the rooms, my favorite one was open. I saw a few of the regulars, no one I would consider. Kurt walked past me, already stripped down to the towel which draped over his shoulder. "I'll get the room J," he said. I wasn't sure which room or J he was referring to.

"So, where's the sauna J?" I need to sweat out these martinis."

"Right through there" I gestured. We undressed, then he followed my lead. He picked a spot on the top, and then suggested I join him. When I sat near him, he opened his arms. "C'mon J, you said we could cuddle."

We were the only ones in the sauna, so I gave in. Dad's gut felt great against my back. His dick barely flinched at our nearness. "J, I am not your pimp, but Kurt wants to take us up on my offer. It can be a one-time thing, but – you understand."

"I'm not sure I do Dad. Kurt could have just asked me. He and I have fucked around a lot over the years."

"Yes, I know, you told RockHard after all," he smiled. "But, damn, I don't know how to say this, but – being at the bar tonight got me nostalgic for the time I lost my v-card. Dad was there for me, and I have a chance to be there with you."

"This is fucked up dad."

"It was fucked up when we sixty-nined, Son. I just gave you what you wanted. This is your chance to give me what I want."

"You want to see a guy fuck me?"

"I want to see a man, a man I trust, make love to the son I love. I want to be there for you at that very special moment."

His dick, which had been flaccid, lengthened against my back as he spoke.

"Dad, I love Kurt, but I don't think I love him that way."

"Neither do I, but I have fucked him, and so have you. Look, I will be realistic with ya. Not every dick that will be in your ass, will be connected to a man you love. You'll just want to get fucked out of animal need. I only ask two things. One, you are safe, and two, the first time you give that ass up, it's a man you have a connection with."

"You're asking a third thing. Be Honest dad. You want to be there."

"If you say no, right now, I will leave with you, and take you back to the hotel. But if you say yes, I will be with you, and guide you. I will make sure he is loving, and make sure he takes his time opening your ass, for his dick."

"He has the perfect dick, doesn't he?"

Dad cuddled me hard, his dick flexed against my back. "We, have the perfect dicks, his will do in a pinch."

I smiled, thinking of what my Dad said. "J, do you trust him enough to let him breed me?"

"With my life, J."

"Well, what are we waiting for?"

I broke free from Dad's arms, then made my way to the shower room. I was about to bypass it and go directly to the room that Kurt was saving, but Dad stopped me. "Gotta Be Ready for your man," Dad said. "Let me scrub your back, and make sure your starfish is squeaky clean, boy."

He started the shower, then joined me under it. It was like old times, showering with my Dad. We were a bit more intimate, especially when his index finger thrust its way past my sphincter. "Nice and tight, he is gonna be lucky, son."

When he felt I was sufficiently ready, Dad gave me a quick kiss, slapped my ass, and then said "Let's go."

He followed me to the room where Kurt was waiting, sprawled out on the covers, slightly snoring. Dad closed the door behind us, then I dropped my towel and crawled on the bed. I kissed Kurt at his jaw-line. "Wake up, Kdawg."

Kurt opened his eyes in the dark. I could see his smile radiate across his face. "I promise you'll love it."

Dad blocked the door. "Lights on or off J?" he asked.

"I want you to see it."

Dad flicked the switch, then latched the door. He wedged a chair against it for additional privacy. Dad walked over to the side of the room, put his towel over his shoulder and leaned against the stone wall.

"Be gentle with my son."

I had never heard so much need in my Dad's voice. His pitch was at least an octave lower. Every dick in the room flexed at the sound. "Kurt, think of yourself as part of the family now. J knows what I mean."

The lower register in my Dad's voice, rumbled through my head. "Kiss him J. Show your man how important this is to you."

I straddled Kurt on all fours as I leaned down to kiss him. My eight-inch dick crossed his six-incher. I kept a space between us, but Kurt pulled me into his arms.

"That's it Kurt. Give him that love in return." Again, Dad's voice rumbled. "Yeah, son kiss him, taste the man that he has become."

I couldn't figure out who Dad was calling son, it didn't matter. "Travel down to the prize, boy. Kiss that fur, lick his pits, You wanted a man, let him know you appreciate the man he is."

I could feel Dad's body heat getting closer. From the corner of my eye I saw him stroking his hard dick. I felt the weight of his thighs as he leaned against the bed. "I got an idea boys. You should get in a sixty-nine. J, you get his dick all nice and sloppy for that virgin hole of yours, and Kurt, you rim that tasty rosebud."

Dad's intense stroking shook the bed as we maneuvered to his preferred position. He was calling the shots. Each suggestion was an order, each order rumbled from his lower register. Dad leaned in closer. I felt his breath on my ass. "Yeah, it's a pretty ass isn't it Kurt? He got that from me, but made it better in the gym."

"Oh, fuck yeah, open it up for that dick of yours Kurt. Make my boy need that cock. He wants to be bred. Do it when you're ready."

With that, Dad tore Kurt away from my hole. I heard them kiss frantically. Dad finally came up for air. "I was right, I knew my son's ass would be tasty."

Kurt smiled. "It is." Kurt finally found his voice. "I call the shots now. J, lean against the wall, hold your boy. I'll be considerate going in, but once I get my footing, he might need backup."

Dad followed orders, and got behind me. He then cradled my back against his gut as Kurt got between my legs. He slowly lifted my legs, raising my ass off the bed. Dad helped him hold my legs as he swiped his dick up and down my crack. He looked at Dad, and then at me, and rocked his dick into my hole, opening the sphincter gradually.

When his knob was in, I involuntarily clenched. "It's okay boy, you got this." It was the same voice he'd use to calm my pre-game jitters. His strong hands stroked through the fur on my gut. "It's okay boy, you got this." It was even quieter this time. Kurt's six-incher sliced right through my last bit of resistance. I felt Dad smiling behind me.

"Hold it there Kurt, let him get used to your girth. J, work that ass muscle. Thank your man for filling you so completely." I did as I was told. With each clench, my dick jerked. Dad reached down and flicked a bit of pre-cum onto his thumb, then offered it to Kurt. "J's got a present for you Kurt buddy. Taste it"

Kurt leaned forward to lick the pearl of pre-cum. While doing so he started to gently rock his dick into my ass. "That's it Son, take care of my Boy."

Again, I was confused. Who was Son, and who was Boy? I remembered what he said about Kurt being family now. In what sense was he meaning? I didn't care as Kurt started to pick up pace.

"Yeah, buddy. Wilson ass is good ass, isn't it?" I can tell my Boy's a natural. So are you Son."

Kurt was long-dicking me now, and I was taking it. I reached up to his furry chest and tweaked his nipples. With each thrust he pushed me back towards Dad. Dad held tighter as Kurt thrust deeper. I felt Dad's hard dick against my back. I had no doubt he was well on his way to his second load of the night.

"My Boy's ready to be bred Son, go for it."

Kurt reared back and pushed my legs higher. His thrusts became erratic. He was jabbing my prostate, causing my precum to fly off my knob. Dad leaned forward, his face inches from Kurt's. "Oh yeah, breed my boy."

"Shut up!" Kurt grunted. He closed the inches and started to kiss my Dad and he came in my ass. Dad's own spurts soaked the fur between us, just as I came all over my gut and chest.

I was a contorted, cum-steaked mess. So much for my gentle, loving deflowering. Dad somehow maneuvered us so I could break free, then went back to kissing Kurt. I watched them for a bit in the harsh incandescent light. I got up, flicked off the light, and rejoined them on the bed. I found a way to join their kissing-fest, and then pulled them to my side.

I struggled for words. When I finally found them, I realized it wasn't the time or place to say it. "Dad, they're gonna kick us out soon. Kurt can spend the night here or he is welcome to bunk with you, on our bed back at the hotel. I'll take the couch in the sitting room. In the meantime, I gotta rinse this mess off."

"I think I'll stay here I paid for it. J, you were amazing. Boss, I don't know what to say."

Dad and I went to the shower room. He rinsed me down, then toweled me off. I returned the favor. There was a point when we were showering that he held me in his arms. I felt like I was fifteen again "I love you J," he said as he cried.

We dressed silently, then dropped our towels and locker keys off upstairs. It was much cooler, as the wind switched off the Lake. He put his arm around me as we walked by the Casino.

Though I had my loving, touching dad back, I knew something was wrong. We hadn't said a word during the elevator ride, nor as we undressed. I got into bed, he cuddled behind me.

Finally, the time was right. "Dad, there is something more to your relationship with Kurt, isn't there?"

He held me tighter. "Yes son."

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