Date: Fri, 11 Jan 2008 17:32:50 +0000 From: xangel.author@gmail.com Subject: Public Paternity 1 This story is PENDING publication - No part of this story may be reproduced in any way without the express written consent of the author. The author grants www.nifty.org and its mirror sites permission to post the story on their websites. DISCLAIMER: The following story is MARGINALLY FICTIONAL. It contains accurate descriptions of realistic homosexual activities that actually happened between father and son. Liberties were taken with feelings and locations. I Do have permission to use the details herein. If you are not over 18 years of age, or if you find this type of story offensive, or viewing this material is illegal where you are, then please DO NOT READ IT! If you choose to read it, Enjoy it! It was my first gay club since divorcing my wife. The cover was too high, the beer was too warm but the lights, the music, and best of all -- the smell of men -- were all just what I needed. I'd never been a club guy even when I was young but this wasn't about clubbing but more about me finally being around men who liked what I liked and how I liked it. I'd gotten my divorce over a year ago and my son had went off to college so I was alone a lot. When I wanted into the crowded bar, I felt like I'd come into a sort of family reunion. Sure, I didn't know anyone but we were all Brothers in Cock and that was all that mattered to me. I found a small space up in one of the six corners that overlooked the dance floor and as I looked down, I saw something I'd only heard about. There, in the middle of the floor was a young guy in a sling, his legs caught high up in stirrups by his ankles and his ass edged out onto the side, being fucked by a burly man of easily forty five. Apparently, the two of them liked what was happening due to the looks on their faces. The guy doing the fucking wore this determined scowl as his buff body thrust his hips forward, the smooth roundness of his hairy stomach slapping against the boy's balls. Just as I looked to the boy's face, his head fell back in the sling and disappeared. His arms slid up the chains holding the thing in place and he took hold of the links. I watched him use the chains as leverage to push his ass back toward the man's dick, even as my own dick climbed my stomach. He wanted this guy and he wanted to be fucked by him and as I watched, I wanted him fucked by the no-name stud, too. "Last chance, guys!" A voice boomed over the loudspeaker, cutting through the music and the noise. "Our sling-boy's going to take a fifteen minute break and be right back for more of your dick!" He said, coming out onto the stage to stand beside the boy in the sling, obscuring his face from me again. "Just in case you've joined us late," The announcer said, scanning the crowd. "Our eager little fuck-puppy is literally slung up in the center of the floor to take your hot, hard meat up his eager little ass. Each fuck is ten dollars and must go from beginning, which is initial penetration, to the soul-shattering climax that only YOU can provide! Where you shoot your load is up to you -- this cum-hungry lad is ready for it!" The announcer, a brunette in his mid-thirties with dark hair and goatee, was dressed in tight jeans, biker boots and a black vest that looked to be suede. He wore two black, studded cuffs around his wrists and a thick black collar around his neck. He turned and slid a hand along the boy's sweaty stomach, never missing a beat in his spiel. "So cum on down, hand over a ten-spot to Jeremy here," He said, indicating a similarly dressed guy in his twenties who sat on a small stool with a large bucket in his lap and a smile on his face. "and take your turn!" Could this be happening, I asked myself as I sipped my beer. The announcer helped the boy out of the sling after unlocking his ankle cuffs and the boy headed backstage. Looking over to where Jeremy was, I saw ten guys hand over their money and form a small line to the left of the sling. Most of them wore either shorts with zip flies or chaps with jockstraps. It was as if they were here just for this purpose -- to fuck this boy. "Two at a time is twenty-two dollars, three at a time is thirty-five and four at a time is just plain fun!" The announcer told the crowd and I saw two guys count over two tens and two ones, then kiss one another passionately before standing in line. "That's going to be one helluva picture!" The announcer commented on the couple. "Come on down guys, our boy's one hot piece of ass!" Something in my pants told me to get out my money and get down there before the line got too much longer. Reaching for my wallet at the same time I put my beer down, I headed through the throng of people to the dance floor. I was divorced, single again and horny as hell! I needed this. It was difficult to get down to the floor from where I had ensconced myself but soon, I was handing over my ten dollars to the smiling bucket-boy and moving over to the line that had formed. There were easily fifteen people in front of me and the line was growing in the back. "Hey, daddy," The guy behind me said, his hands going to my ass. "Nice butt." I turned to see a guy in his early twenties with his dark hair pushed up in front in the style that was so popular in his crowd but that I just didn't `get'. He had nice eyes and an easy smile and as I took him in, I noticed that he hadn't moved his hand from my bottom. I returned his smile and he finally let his hand drop. I thanked him for his compliment and turned back to the now-empty sling. I couldn't believe how much I was yearning for this. A chance to fuck this kid who I'd never met and would probably never meet again, and to do it in front of all these men was an additional turn-on. Maybe it had something to do with my having to keep my fucking of other men a secret for so long, I didn't know. The kid came back out and the bar's rowdy crowd erupted in applause, whistles, shouts and other noise. He was wearing taller black boots, a leather thong with a zipper in the front and a harness that criss-crossed his chest and back and gleamed with various silver studs. He also wore longer cuffs on his arms and a collar that sported many silver rings that dangled as he walked -- no, strutted -- to the sling. He went around and sat on the thing and dangled his legs like children dangle their legs off the sides of tables or bridges or such. It was all part of his game, I thought. To look younger, more appealing to this crowd and it worked. The guys in front of me moved excitedly, pumping their hands in the air and shouting at him. My cock stirred more incessantly in my pants. I heard the guy behind me say something about the spectacle but I couldn't make out his words exactly. The boy in the sling lay back, taking hold of the chains nearest his head and raised one foot high in the air, exposing his ass. Because he was in profile to me and the others in the line, I couldn't see what the crowd saw -- and apparently approved of! He raised his other leg, slipping his ankle into the open cuff and the crowd roared again. The boy slid his hand along his abdomen and over his rounded crotch and I was sure to his ass and the crowd roared again. "YES!" The announcer said as he came back around to restrain the boy's legs in the cuffs above him. "That ass is ready and willing for the next prick-pounding!" He said, gesturing to the guy at the front of the line. He was thin, almost gangly but as he walked, he undid his pants and a nice piece of steak swung from his crotch. "That's mightily impressive, pal!" The announcer said and the crowd roared their agreement. The guy took his place between the boy's legs and courteously spit on the head of his cock while taking the offered lube from the announcer. A combination of both allowed him to spear the boy without too much ceremony and soon, they were rocking the sling again, the man with his cock, and the boy with the arching of his body toward it. It was almost hypnotic, the rhythm they fell into. When the fucker finally reared his head back and moaned, I knew the boy was doing the same thing that the guy was doing. They were both cumming -- the man into his ass and the boy inside his confining thong. It was hot to see and my cock stirred a bit more, expressing its desire to join in the action! The next man up was a bit more burly, his chest smooth of hair but dominated with an eagle tattoo that originated in the center and whose wings flared out over each pectoral muscle. He wore leather chaps, heavy boots and a brimmed leather hat over his face. He also had a thick mustache that spread over kissable lips as he smiled down at the boy. Smearing his cock along the boy's crack, he surprised the boy by reaching inside his thong to manhandle the still-thick cock he found there! The boy's head and back arched and he moaned as the next guy slipped him the dick! Music pounded from the speakers as the man did the same to the kid in the sling. The chains were rattling madly as the man's hips showed the ass no mercy. His hand held the boy's cock and his other hand held the kid's meaty thigh, using the boy's flesh as a handhold to force his dick deeper into him. Both men seemed to be enjoying the experience if the looks on their faces were any indication. "Pretty hot stuff, huh?" Behind me, the twenty-something was again rubbing my ass, this time with his crotch. His hand slid slowly up my hips and around to my stomach where he snaked open my shirt and slipped his hand inside. I didn't know what to do so I just stood there and nodded, not turning around. "That little slut-stud's getting his ass worked over but good," He continued, grinding himself into me. "Wish I could be him when it's your turn." This made me turn around, causing him to have to retract his hand from my shirt. Looking at him, I started to ask what he meant by that but he'd chosen that very moment to lick his lips and slip the same hand he'd had on me into the top of his already low-slung pants and tug a bit. The blatantly sexual act was distracting, as was the glimpse of dark pubic hair and the clear evidence of no underwear. "What?" I asked dumbly, remembering clearly that I'd had little to no experience in this sort of world. "You're hot." He said simply. "I am?" "Salt and pepper hair, military cut, nice mustache, hairy stomach and arms that look like they could lift a small car?" Was the response. "Why wouldn't you be hot, daddy?" He said with a smile, pulling the front of his pants down a bit more. "Thanks." I stuttered as the music pounded along with my cock. "You're nice looking too." I said stupidly, not knowing what words to use. "How nice?" "Very." I added to the stupid. His hand slid down into his pants and I knew he was holding his cock. He looked me directly in the eyes and his eyes closed a bit. I know he moaned but couldn't really hear it over the music. This unabashed action caused my dick to stir more and I was sure that any minute now, I'd be leaking enough pre-cum to float a small boat. I swallowed as I watched him handling himself until he pulled his hand out and offered two gleaming fingers to me with a smile. "Wanna taste?" Without waiting, he brought his fingers to my lips and I opened my mouth. As I took them into my mouth, I heard the crowd roar around me. I realized again that I was in a public place and that I had an audience. Licking his fingers clean, I looked around and sure enough, the whooping audience had been watching me interact with this guy. I should have been embarrassed but couldn't find the moral compass for it. Why should I be embarrassed? This little guy was nice looking, he said I was "hot" and I was more than a little turned on in a "safe" environment. Whether it was the crowd or the situation, I don't know. The next thing I knew, I had grabbed Twenty-Something and kissed him -- full and deep, driving my tongue into his mouth. Startled at first, he soon started kissing me back and his hands were working my back and my sides. It was intoxicating -- as so many other things about this place were. The kiss caused my dick to drool in my pants. "So is that a yes?" He said when I'd released him. "Is what a yes?" "After you fuck wonder boy there, can I take a turn at that meat?" I was dumbstruck. Standing in this club with the music pounding around me, a crowd cheering my forwardness and myself waiting to plug a kid's hole, I had another kid wanting me to do the same for him. Looking around and back to the kid's hopeful face, I took another leap and blurted out, "Sure, why not, kid." "I'm Dev, by the way." He said with a devilish grin. "I figure if you're going to fuck me you should know my name at least." "Thanks for that." I said modestly, turning back reluctantly to the line that was moving forward. Another man had taken up his spot between the slung up boy's legs and was working his hips into him. This guy was bald, probably by choice and not age, with a rounded chest and slight stomach, both covered with hair. He was holding onto the boy's legs and using them to bring the kid forward on his cock. In fact, he was planted firmly to the floor and moving the boy onto him fully. He wasn't moving a muscle except to bring the sling and its occupant toward him. It looked like fun and the kid was obviously into it the way he was arching up and straining his legs in the stirrups. I must have come into this last guy in the middle of his action. With a few more strokes of the boy's ass onto his cock, he grimaced in pleasure, released the kid and slipped his cock out to spray a copious load all over the kid's stomach. It was the first of the night and pooled in the slight muscle valleys there. The man's moan was barely audible over the music but it was heard and I'm sure, deeply felt. As he moved out of the way, the couple that I'd seen paying moved into position and the kid's head fell back over the edge of the sling to accommodate the prick of one of them. The other took the kid's cock in his mouth and began sucking while his hand worked the hole that had just been fucked. This was different. The two men were very oral in nature, it seemed. The one being sucked leaned down and started mouthing the kid's chest, licking up the spilled seed of the bald guy. HOT! His mouth went to the kid's nipples and the kid began to buck and writhe, throwing his rod into the mouth of the other half of the couple. "I can't wait for that daddy dick in my throat." Dev said from behind me. "I can't wait for you to fuck me senseless." My dick jumped in my pants with these words. This guy sure had a mouth on him, that was for sure. I pictured his dark head buried in my crotch with his mouth on my cock and felt the pre-cum ooze. My shirt was still open from where he'd worked the buttons loose and I felt his fingers curling my hair again as the duo sucked on the boy in the sling. I wished quietly that his hand would travel downward and grip my cock like he'd done his own but he kept twirling my stomach hair between his fingers. I wasn't complaining either way. The sucker of the boy released the kid's cock and began pumping it. The kid's mouth was stuffed with the dick of the other guy but his cheek puffed once as his rod threw out a single, long jet of cum that splashed his chest and upper throat. Both men smiled at this and began lapping the boy's seed up between them. The one throat-feeding the kid began working his hips faster, taking hold of the boy's hips to steady himself. As he fed off the kid's seed, his hips jerked back once, twice, three times and on the fourth movement, he leaned back off the boy's body and took hold of his cock. Pulling it out of the kid's mouth, he gave it two strokes with his meaty hand and spewed his own hot load all over the boy's face! It rained down on the sling-kid and the boy worked to catch it all in his anxious mouth. Damn. There was only one guy ahead of me and as he walked toward the kid in the sling, the other two walked away, kissing each other and no doubt sharing the loads they'd gotten from each other and the kid. I noticed that the throat-fucker was groping the other guy's crotch and I imagined that they'd take care of that guy's cock in a dark corner or the parking lot or somewhere. The guy in front of me was of normal height and weight with wavy blond hair. He wore a pair of jeans that he was working the buttons and fly apart on and a pair of cowboy boots. He was smooth, no hair and with a small tattoo of what looked like a mushroom on his right arm, the one facing me. Like a mechanic, he inspected the kid's hole for a long moment, and then, to my shock, put his face into it! The crowd roared their approval at this and the guy seemed to be spurred on by it. His face pushed forward and the kid sat up in the sling, his face a mask of pleasured shock and delighted surprise. He reached down and took hold of the man's head and from where I stood, pushed it toward him. After the fucking the kid had gotten, this new guy was lapping up whatever was left there and liking what he was tasting, obviously! Damn. As he was licking and sucking on the kid's used hole, the guy began stroking his own dick. The kid's hands tangled in his hair and was no doubt holding the guy's mouth to his hole. Behind me, Dev's hand was still working my stomach hair and had worked another button loose on my shirt so he could progress up my chest. The little fucker was really horny for man. It was strange to me that I was that man. I thought briefly what I'd do to him later and my dick responded in the positive with my thoughts. In front of me, the man who lapped at the kid's asshole was stroking himself like a madman. Obviously, this was what got him off and from the way he was working himself over, it wouldn't be long until that happened. Above him, the kid was pulling on his own prick but slower and easier than the guy at his asshole. Soon, the guy kneeling shot a single set of pearlized strings of cum that pooled on the floor and I made a mental note not to slip in them as I stepped up to the boy. It wasn't something I relished, the idea of falling flat on my face in front of all these people. The guy stood up, kissed the boy in the sling and began to walk off. I disengaged Dev's hand from my shirt and stomach and began to walk toward the sling and its occupant. The boy's hands went up and grasped the chains, repositioning himself in the sling. His feet were still above him but he shifted them too, possibly regaining circulation. I positioned myself between the kid's muscular legs and the world around me seemed to stop. I slid my hands along the insides of his thighs to where the now-freed cock stood proudly from the metallic zippered trench of his black leather thong. It was oozing precum, just like I was. Around it's base I saw dark hair curling out of the zipper, thick and almost alive. Up his torso, I saw the remnants of the loads he'd shot and those that had been shot on him. Some of the stuff was drying in the thick curls on his tight stomach. Up between the pectoral muscles of his chest was another cooling pool and like the guys before me, something in me told me to lap it up with my tongue but I resisted, for now. His nipples were hairless and ruddy against his skin. They also stood proudly and begged to be tongued, licked, sucked pulled...abused. My dick slid from my zipper as I undid it and longed to taste those nipples. Up his slender throat my eyes went. His chin bore a bit of the throat-fucker's load, his bottom lip bore more and his top lip was only flecked with drying cum. His nose was slender and wide at the same time and inhaling as I slid my spongy head along his well lubed asshole. His eyes, dark and dazzling green stared back at me and as I slid the head of my dick into his dark and welcoming hole, his eyes screamed at me... "Dane?!" I shouted as I fell forward, inadvertently driving my prick into...my son! "Dane, oh my fucking god!" "Dad..." He said, sitting up a bit in the sling. The action was made a bit more awkward by the presence of my prick in his hole. "Dad...shit! What the fuck are you doing in a gay bar?!" The music throbbed around me. I could make out his words as if we were alone in a white room but no one else could. He reached for me, repeating his words and I was too stunned to move. His hands found my shoulders and I was sure he was about to disengage himself from my dick when he pulled. His action drove me even DEEPER into him and his eyes half-closed from the sensation he must have felt. "Oh...Jesus." I said, looking down at the base of my cock, now buried in my son's asshole. "Oh...Jesus...Christ." I repeated, feeling the tight ring hugging my prick...and liking it! Around me, the bar crowd whooped, screamed, cheered and egged me on! Beneath me, his hands still on my shoulders, my son, Dane was looking up at me with MY eyes, his mother's smile and a wantonness I'd only seen in porno movies I'd snuck into the house on occasions when my then-wife was out. This was NOT happening. I had NOT just put my dick into my own...son. "Too late to pull back now, dad." Dane said to me, the words dying away in the mix of music but driving into my skull like a hammer. "You have to fuck me." I looked around at everyone cheering. I looked back at Twenty-Something and he had his hand back in his tight pants, his fly open and baring his pubic bush proudly. The music boomed around me, jarring me, pumping me up, egging me on. Looking back down into the sling, my son's face was like that of Satan himself -- tempting me, urging me, daring me to finish what I'd started. I wanted to be repulsed. I wanted to pull out, zip up and get the hell OUT of here. My son's asshole held tight to my cock and even squeezed a bit as I stood there debating my dilemma. "Fuck me, dad..." Dane punctuated the scene. "In front of all these rough fuckers, plow my boy ass with the cock that made me." "Don't say that..." I told him, still very aware that my cock was throbbing with his words. "Fuck him, daddy!" Dev called to me over the din. "Fuck that sling-slut's sweet ass with that daddy dick!" "Fuck him!" The bar said at different times, from different place. "Fuck him!" "Do what they want, dad," Dane added. "Do what you know YOU want." My hands slid up his body and around to his hips, down to where his legs were bent. This place provided a good grip on his body. Grasping him tightly, I took a page from the previous guy's book and shoved him away from me, letting his ass glide along my dick to the head where I held him. I looked into his eyes again and they were looking back at me, daring me to continue. His smile was fixed and I was determined to wipe it off his sweet face. He wanted this humiliation in front of all these men? How many men before the ones I'd seen? How many strangers had plowed my son's ass before me? The questions rose in me and I pulled him back toward me hard -- slamming him onto my rigid rod. His grimace at my roughness thrilled me. Hurting him for hurting me thrilled me! I repeated this back and forth shoving of him, letting his ass glide quickly along my prick and then back onto it, filling him fully. "Fuck!" Dane exclaimed, his face finding mine set in a mask of determination. "Don't hurt me!" "Why not?" I asked, shoving him away from me and jerking him back, emptying and impaling him again. "It's okay for strangers but not for me?" I asked, repeating my rough treatment of him, enjoying more the look of confused discomfort. "You wanted to be fucked, Dane. You told me to do this...to fuck you with the cock that made you...well, that's what I'm going to do!" I closed out his face. I focused instead on the tight ring of muscle that gripped my cock as I rocked this kid's body back and forth in the sling. Focus shifted from his green eyes to the dark insides that my dick stirred. Closing out his sweet smile, I opened up his asshole with my dick. My hands gripped his legs and I began to use the sling to slam his body onto my cock and the crowd behind me roared their approval. The entire club was chanting now -- like a tribal rhythm..."Fuck him...fuck him...fuck him...fuck him..." At last I felt the tightening of my balls and knew I was going to cum. I let my cock fall out of him as I shoved the sling far enough away to let it do just that. Taking hold of my dick, I let go of the kid's body and let it slam against me as I pumped my prick. I was angry at my son for doing this, hurt that he hadn't even told me he was gay, and a little embarrassed that I had just stumbled onto him like this. I looked into his face and jerked my cock harder. Warm precum oozed out onto my fist and as I met his gaze, I let the stuff fly! Wad one hit him square in the center of his face, splashing outward to gum up his eyelashes, sliding down over his nose to pool into the little indention just below it and finally to slime down the side of his cheek. Wad two spilled onto his chin and dripped down onto his throat. Wad three joined the rest on his chest and I shook out the fourth on his...still-hard cock. "Dad..." He said to me over the music. "Slut." I said in a sneer, turning to walk away, letting Dev have his turn with my whore of a son. "Wait, daddy!" It was Dev. As I turned to the sound of the voice, I saw him bypassing the kid in the sling and heading toward me. I waited and let him grab my arm. He led me through the crowd and out onto a small patio where only a few other people were standing coupled together here and there. I knew what he wanted. It was all he wanted. Letting him lead me by the hand now, I realized I hadn't zipped my jeans and my cock was waving semi-hard in the night air. "Don't let me down, daddy." Dev said, backing into what looked to be a specially made cubbyhole in the patio's wall. "You made me a promise." He said, letting his pants fall and tugging at his shirt to pull it up and over his head. "You promised, daddy..." Somewhere his use of the word "daddy" struck something in me. Something dark and red rose in me and I spread the flaps of my jeans and took a step toward him. He took a step back and my shadow covered him. His eyes were still locked with mine and he still stood his ground but his cocky smile drooped a bit. Dev was naked now and with the chill in the air, I would have thought he would have been shivering a bit but he wasn't. He was standing there, bold as brass in the dark, cool night, naked and hard. "Tell me something kid," I said, closing the distance completely. "You like it rough?" I asked, reaching out to take hold of his right nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I twisted lightly until he answered, "yes" and then I closed my fingers together and as he started to yelp, I closed my mouth over his, swallowing the sound. He moaned under me as I pushed him back, the brick wall of the small alcove stopping any further momentum. My other hand took hold of his other nipple and I twisted it with equal precision and pressure. Again, he yelped and again, the noise died in my mouth as my tongue swirled around inside of his. I pushed the length of my body against him and I felt his hands on my hips, sliding around to my back and down into my pants to cup my hairy ass. Groaning under me, he thrust his hips forward, spearing my dick with his, pushing it up against my stomach. My fingers released his nipples for a moment and he whimpered a bit until I renewed the pressure and he arched his back toward me. He was gasping when the kiss ended and I pulled my head back from his. "Easy, daddy," He gasped. "I know I said I liked it rough but..." "But nothing." I said to him, anger toward my son flashing in my head. "You wanted this, boy. Didn't you say that to me earlier? In the club before I fucked my...the kid...didn't you tell me you wanted me to fuck you senseless?" "Sure I did, daddy..." Dev said, still gasping for air. I still held him by the nipples. "But go easy, okay?" "No promises." I said, releasing his nipples and taking him by the shoulders to turn him around and face the wall. His hands slapped the brick and I moved in behind him. My breath was hot on his skin as I began to kiss, bite and lick his shoulders, neck and ears. His body was tense and loose at the same time, strained against me but falling against me, as well. His head lolled back as I worked on his neck. I bit deeply, chewed hard and let my spit run along his body wherever it wanted. He would be marked tomorrow. Taking hold of his cock, I began to work it back and forth in my hand. Chewing his ear, slipping my tongue into it, sliding it along his neck to bite and chew slightly, his cock jumped in my hand and I tightened my grip. Pulling his arm up and over his head, I turned him slightly toward me so that I could get at his armpit. Thank god he didn't wear deodorant. I sank my teeth into the meat of his pit and he moaned, his cock releasing a good sized pearl of cum. The little fuck was into all the right things, at least. All that time I was banging my wife, I was mentally banging a man-hungry thing like this one. When I would raise her arms, I'd picture Fred at the bakery and imagine that thick, black bush of pit hair I'd seen when he'd raise his arms to bring something off a shelf. Dev was ripe from being in the club and god knew what else and tasted just right. My hand tightened on his cock and I was stroking him easily enough. His body was tense and I could tell he was fighting what I was doing to him. My own prick was oozing into the crack of his ass and I used my hips to stress this. He moaned again and I released my hand a bit but didn't let up the pace of my stroking of him. "I'm going to fuck you, Dev." I growled to him. "I'm going to slip this mancock deep into that chute and fuck the living daylights out of you. You're going to groan, moan and climb this fucking wall while my prick slides in and out of you." My words had the desired effect. Soon, he was convulsing and moaning. His cock shot a copious amount of cum into my other hand. Releasing his cock, I used that hand to shove him forward into the wall by the small of his back. My other hand, palm full of cum, I brought to his hole. "Put your leg up on that planter." I told him and he did as I had told him. "It's time little fuck..." I smeared his cum all over his dark hole. With my fingers, I shoved it up inside of him, deeply greasing his chute. The slimy stuff slid back out of his hole but I scooped it up and smeared it over the head of my dick. I put the same head at the entrance of his ass and he squirmed against my hand. "No..." he whispered. "Yes." I amended and pushed forward. "FUCK!" I knew the entrance was rough. I was still angry at what I'd seen and what I'd participated in. I came here to have a good time, to explore something I'd buried for almost sixteen years and ended up doing something I'd never even entertained in all my life or the life of the son I'd just...fucked. I fucked my son! I had just FUCKED my son! My hand ran into the kid's hair and I pulled hard, yanking Dev's face into view so that I could fasten my mouth to his and stab him with my tongue just as I was stabbing his sweet ass with my cock. The same cock I'd just fucked my son with! I pulled back and forced myself into him again and again, he swore. One of my hands went to his right shoulder and the other to his left hip. I held him in both places and again, withdrew to plunge into him again. He didn't swear this time but he didn't thank me, either. His hands were palm-down on the brick almost as if he were trying to find a handhold of some sort. His face was also pressed against the brick but from his choice, not my holding him there. A steady fucking of his tight hole began; using his body helped ease the sharp pain of what had just happened between myself and Dane. Dev's little whimpering sounds only fueled my fucking of his hole. When he would whine, I pounded him harder. When he finally began moaning, I knew he was loose and used to my prick in his pucker. My hands left their steady holds and snaked around in front of him, pulling him away from the wall and against my chest. I held him against me, softening somewhat in my treatment of him. It wasn't his fault, after all, that my son was a whore...or that I was one of many men in a long string of men to fuck him. Dev thought I was "hot" and had wanted this but in a totally different way. It didn't matter now. I was zeroing in on my orgasm and as I held the twenty-something brunette against me, I felt my balls drawing up and tightening the way they did when I was about to cum. "I'm going to cum, kid," I growled into his ear, biting the lobe as I ground myself into him again. "I'm going to shoot it all up in your ass." I said, pushing us both against the wall and renewing my hard fucking of his ass. "You ready, boy?" "Yes, daddy..." Dev breathed against the wall, my sweaty chest moving against his bare back. "I'm ready..." "Fuck you." I said -- not talking to him at all. It was the "daddy" comment. "Fuck you good and hard, boy-whore!" I swore, slamming myself into his tight hole as I held him against me and the wall. "Yeah!" Dev returned, pushing against me. "Fuck me hard, daddy...fuck that boy-whore ass with your stiff dick! Fuck me, daddy...fuck me...fuck me, daddy..." Every time he used the word, I slammed him harder. I took him by the hair and pulled his head back so that I could sink my teeth into his neck again to bite and suck, chewing the flesh of his throat and sucking on it. My balls tightened as I bit, my cock throbbed as I licked and my body tensed one last time before... "WHORE!" I growled against Dev's neck as my frothy load shot deep into his boy-hole. "Fucking...whore." I swore again, hunching deeper into him so that my load spilled up inside of him. I kept pumping my hips until there was nothing left, Dev's body still in my grip as I slowed a bit and finally stopped. "Goddamn, daddy..." Dev said, his voice low and his breathing ragged. "You know how to fuck a boy good and proper." "Yeah, yeah." I said, blowing off his praise and pulling back from him. Dev pulled on his shirt and reached for his pants as I rebuttoned my shirt from earlier and tucked my oozing cock back into my pants. As I was zipping my fly, the brunette was stepping into his pants. I afforded him a look and noticed the slight scratching of his stomach. I reached for him and his shirt but he pulled away at the last moment, leaving my hand reaching for air. "Hey," I said, ignoring this and taking hold of his shirt. I lifted it to see scrape marks along his stomach. "I'm...sorry...about those." I said, and I was. "Don't sweat it, daddy." "Why do you call me that?" I asked, letting go of the kid's shirt. "That's what you are, aren't you?" He answered. "You've got to be someone's daddy, am I right? Either in the gay sense of boy and daddy or someone's real, biological daddy. I figure you're one or the other." "What gives you that idea?" I asked, moving to the small bench that I hadn't seen before. "That I'm a biological daddy, I mean." "That kid in the sling is your son, isn't he?" Dev asked, his candor and straight shooting statement knocking me completely off guard. "That's what got you so upset you had to take it out on me out here, isn't it?" "How do you know that?" I asked, feeling rage, disappointment, shame, stupidity and a slow boiling something I couldn't put a word to. "That he's my son..." Dev stepped between my legs and lifted my head up to look him in the eye. When I did, he knelt down on the cobblestones and I followed him with my eyes. He smiled at me and I half-smiled back. I wanted answers. How had he known? "The kid looks like you." Dev said simply. "And the way you hesitated when you stepped up to him, well, it wasn't like the other guys." "Oh," I said dumbly. "You love your son don't you?" "Of course." "This must have been hard to take." Dev said and I wondered where all this was coming from. The little dude was barely out of high school and he sounded like he was worlds old. "He's allowing every Hairy Tom's Dick to slide in and out of his slot and mouth and doesn't care who they are." "Yeah." I said, feeling the rage build again. "Think he might have a reason for doing it?" Dev said, leaning up and kissing me sweetly on the lips. "What possible reason could there be for being the bar whore?" I asked, angrily. Dev stood up and tucked his shirt into his pants. He smiled at me again before turning to walk back toward the club's doorway that we'd come out of. I was still sitting there, thinking I should at least call after him when he stopped of his own will and turned back to face me. "Maybe he's more like you than you know." He told me with a serious look on his young face. "Maybe he's lonely just like you and looking to fill the void." Stupidly, I sat there on the bench and watched the twenty-something guy walk back into the noise, the smoke, the lights, the music and I let my head fall a bit forward. Could that really be the reason? Could Dane be as lonely as I had been since the divorce and just hadn't said a word about it? He'd moved away before the divorce -- he was an emancipated teen working and living in his own apartment and I'd never known why. I'd never asked why. Could that be what made me so angry? Not knowing enough about my son to predict what would make him end up in a sling being gang fucked by faceless strangers? I wasn't angry with him...I was angry with me. "Dad?" My head shot up to see Dane standing in the small alcove. He still wore the black leather thong, thankfully zipped, and boots. I couldn't see his face but his tone told me he wasn't angry. "You okay?" He asked, coming into the small space and sitting down beside of me, reaching over to take my hand. Such a simple gesture. "What made you do this, son?" I asked, the question freed from its prison of silence over the years. "I could say the money," Dane started with a slight smile. "It's pretty good at ten dollars a pop...so to speak. I guess I did it because I was --" "Lonely?" "I was going to say desperate but yeah, lonely works." He said to me with a chuckle. "Mom's a complete bitch. She always has been and when I moved out, She said that you...uh..." "That I what?" I asked, taking hold of his hand in mine. "That I what, son?" I was suddenly desperate to hear what my whoring, lying wife had told my son. "You were so disappointed in me that you couldn't talk to me." "The FUCK!" I said, almost jumping to my feet but resisting the urge. "I never said anything of the kind." "I called several times after I moved out." Dane told me with another smile. "She always said you were busy or not at home. I left messages that I'd called but I just thought you didn't want to talk to me." "Of course I did!" I said to him, putting a hand to the right side of his face. "You're my little boy...uh...man. Of course I'd want to talk to you...to keep up with you and what you were doing." "And who I was doing..." "I didn't say that." I said quickly. "But since we've brought it up..." "I do it once a month. Sling Saturday," He said, almost as quickly. "It's the only time I have sex. I think I just get it all out in one night and I'm good to go." "How many per night?" I asked, unsure I wanted to hear the answer. "Sometimes as many as seventy five." "For how long?" "Three months." I rubbed his cheek with my thumb. Even in this dim light I could see his green eyes and they were honest and beautiful. "I can't stop you from doing it..." I started softly. "But I don't want you to keep it up." "I make good money." Dane protested, but just barely. "The crowd here loves to see me get fucked. It's like doing live porn." I leaned forward and grazed his lips with mine. My hand slid easily into his hair and to the back of his head. Pressing a bit harder, I let the kiss take its course. My other hand slid up his arm and back down, slipping onto his side and to his back. I held him as he kissed me back, his arms going around my waist. This time, there was no anger, no rage, no resentment. I just wanted to hold my son to me, keep him there so that he would be safe and not know fear. "Don't do this." Were my first words to him. "I know it's good money but find another way. You could come and stay with me. I've missed some years with you when I didn't get to be a father. I could be one now." I was sure that Dane would say no. I could almost hear the words in his throat but he softened and fell onto my chest. His arms held me a little tighter and I heard him whisper against my shirt, "okay". "Really?" I asked softly. "I'd like that, Dad." I held him tighter, running my hands along his naked skin. "Can I take you home now? I mean, are you finished?" "I need to get dressed but yes..." Dane said, sitting up and looking at me. "I'm finished...for good." "Seriously?" I asked my son, hoping that he was willing to at least give me a chance. "If you're serious about taking me home." He responded and I couldn't have been happier with him. "I'd really like for us to start over and see what kind of relationship we could build together." "I'm sorry that your mother was..." I started. "That she..." "It's okay," He interrupted. "We both know that she was far from perfect. I never thought that she was keeping me from you, though. Now that I know that's what was going on, I shouldn't be surprised." "I've always loved you, Dane." "I know you have," Was the response I was so grateful for. "I think that deep down, I have always known that you have." I stood, pulling him with me. Looking into his green eyes, I couldn't be angry with him. He was my son and I loved him. I couldn't change what had happened but I could change our future course together. Holding him by the shoulders, I kissed him again. I kissed him softly at first then deeper, my urges for closeness with him taking this physical form. I let my arms close around him, holding him tightly. The kiss deepened even more, growing like a wildfire as his arms held me, too. Yes, there was something sexual in this act and I knew it. I didn't care. I'd been a long time without my son and right here in this moment, in this place, this was how my love for my son was manifesting itself. "I love you, Dane." I said when the kiss was ended. He said nothing. He slowly rested his head on my chest, his hands still holding onto my back. His breath was slightly elevated, his heartbeat racing against me. It almost matched the pace of my own, to tell the truth. Moments like this, where he leaned on me, were rare and I didn't want this to just pass away in the night. I also didn't want to say too much and take a chance on destroying this one. I just held him to me, my hands solidly on one spot on his back, forcing myself to breath normally. I loved my son and wanted him to feel that. "Dad?" His voice was almost a whisper. "Son?" "Do you hate me...for what I was doing back there?" "No, I don't hate you." I answered honestly. "How could I hate you for trying to ease your pain the best way you knew how?" More silence followed. It was comfortable silence, though. It was funny to me that I'd came here to relieve my own loneliness and to connect to a part of myself I'd never connected to before and what I ended up with was a beginning relationship with my son. A son I'd laid dick to...that one would need time to be processed, for sure. It wasn't going to go away on its own and left alone, would become the 500lb elephant in the room that neither of us talked about. It would come up later and I had to be prepared to address it and deal with it. "What do you say, son?" I asked, putting it out of my mind for the time being. "Would you like to get out of here? Maybe I can buy you dinner on the way home?" "Home." He repeated. "That sounds good. Could we just skip dinner and go home? I'm really kind of tired and I'd like to just crash if that's okay with you." "That's fine." He looked at me for a long moment in the dark of the moment and the location. His green eyes seemed to glow softly. He smiled at me and told me that he'd be right back. I was truly glad that we were going to be together with one more shot at being a small family, he and I. My conniving bitch of an ex-wife had ruined that the frist time around and I realized where that got us. This time would be much different and we would be the better for it. Later, Dane came out to the front of the bar in a pair of jeans and a zipped up, hooded sweatshirt carrying a small gym bag. He told me he'd cleared out his dressing room as we made it out to the parking lot. I told him how happy that news made me and opened the truck door for him. I got into the driver's side; I was happy that I'd get the chance to make up for lost time with my son, that I'd get a chance to make things right with him after all this time. I started the truck and we pulled out of the parking lot. As we were leaving the club, I glanced into the rearview mirror and I could have sworn I saw Dev leaning against the outside wall of the building. Odd, I thought, but refocused on my son and our new life together. Dane smiled at me and I smiled back. Damn. The possibilities of a life with him was truly intoxicating!