Date: Wed, 20 Mar 2024 21:01:52 -0400
From: Sam Roma <frigidverve@gmail.com>
Subject: Chapter 4 - Sleep well dad

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From the previous chapter:
Once Matty was on his bed, he looked at his prize again and with
trembling hands undid the badly and drunkenly done knot. He first took a
deep whiff of its contents and got transported to the moment when his
lips were around his dad's foreskin again. He was erect again, his cock
was sore from already cumming twice without touching himself. Then he
opened the neck wider and stuck his tongue in it trying to reach the
bottom and seek its delicious prize like a questing probe. It hit pay
dirt.

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Matt's tongue found the shallow pool of his Dad's cum. It tasted like a
slightly diluted version of the ooze he had licked off his Dad's chest
and body. A shiver passed down Matty's whole body. Matty was strongly
aware of what he was doing now. He felt a slew of emotions pass through
him - excitement, anxiety, anticipation, guilt, ecstasy....over and over
again a different emotion seemed to take charge of him. He had to keep
pushing these thoughts away to just live and experience the present. His
questing pink tongue tried to lap up every last drop of the stale cum. It
was not as good as his time sucking the pre-cum out of his Dad's semi
hard dick but this would do. Matty was painfully erect again. He didn't
have anymore pre-cum to leak but his cock was revolting against his
shorts. Matty turned it inside out and licked the last salty drop. Then
inspiration struck him and he whipped his hard pink cock out and
carefully rolled the condom over it. In that moment he felt intensely
connected with his father. He started jerking himself off, moving his
hand over his slick cock and jerking with more and more urgency, his mind
reveling on the past couple hours. He didn't have to go long before he
came inside the condom. It was a sizable load even for his third time in
a short space.
Matty lay in his bed completely spent. His cum was dripping out the
condom with his softening cock. Matty took it off and was about to
discard it under his bed, when he smiled to himself and tied up the neck
before tossing it. The delicious irony. Matty fell asleep before he could
process another thought.

"Morning bud", Steve's voice woke Matty up. "Get up. It's actually
afternoon".
Matty stirred from his sleep slowly. Then when he realized it was his Dad
at the door, he panicked a little bit as the events of last night came
flooding in.
"You ok bud? You look flushed", Steve drawled.
"I...I`m fine Dad. Morning. What time is it?"
"It's almost 2", Steve said looking at his wrist watch.
It was only then that Matty rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and looked
at his Dad properly.
Steve was in a ratty T-shirt and his familiar basketball shorts. His face
looked a little haggard and puffy and he had bags under his eyes. That's
not to say Matty didn't think his Dad looked any less good than usual.
He was positively blushing. His Dad's chest was still defined under the
T-shirt and his gut bulged just the right amount tracing his abs
underneath the thin cotton. There was gentle bulge in the crotch of his
shorts which Matty knew was the prize he had cherished last night, now
soft and compacted under the briefs he surely must be wearing.
"Dad, how are you feeling?", Matty asked cautiously sitting up on his
bed. He didn't have a shirt on. His hair was sticking up and he felt
hungover from the intoxicating elixir he had imbibed.
"I'm ok. Er...about last night", Steve began as he stepped into his
son's room.
Matty's heart raced faster. He was already starting to regret his
actions and cursing himself out about his lack of judgement. Whatever was
his Dad gonna say? Did he know? Was he gonna be ostracized? Were things
gonna be normal again?
"Matty", Steve began and then gulped, his throat apparently dry. "I'm
sorry. I know I said I would never bring anyone home but I got piss drunk
last night and things got out fo hand. I'm sorry son". He finished in a
rush, evidently awkward in his apology.
Matty considered his Dad and let out an invisible sigh of relief.
"It's alright Dad. I came into your room to make sure you were OK."
Steve smiled.
"Yeah I don't remember much but do remember you putting the covers on
me. Thanks bud. It wont happen again".
"What? You getting drunk?"
Steve looks down and Matty felt very fond of his Dad in that instant.
"I mean, I think you know. I brought a girl home last night. I went
against my own rule. It wont happen." Steve said resolutely and looked
Matty squarely in the eye.
Matty looked back at his Dad and for a few seconds neither said anything
to the other.
"Dad", Matty said, "About that. I don't think that rule was ever fair
to you".
"What do you mean?" Steve asked, genuinely thrown off.
"I'm gonna be 18 next month. And its been many years now, since Mom
left. You should be able to date who you want and bring home whom you
wish. You don't have to worry about me now. In a way, I was glad you had
someone over. It felt more normal. More regular, you know?".
Steve couldn't speak for a few minutes. Then he walked over to his
son's bed, looking down at him.
"You have never talked about your Mom with me Matty", Steve said
gruffly.
"You haven't either Dad. I think its time we were mature about this
now"
Steve, then, unexpectedly burst out laughing.
"Fair enough. You HAVE grown up son. If you feel normalcy is missing in
our house because of this, then fine. I wont pussyfoot around you
anymore. And we can talk about anything like grown men. OK?"
"Perfect", Matty smiled lazily.
"And if I'm gonna bring my harem home, I would like to see you do the
same", Steve quipped and ruffled Matty's blonde hair.
"Dad", Matty complained and tried to set his hair straight.
"What? I'm sure my son has a line of girls going Gaga for him too.
didn't you mention you were going out with Cassie last week? Bring her
home".
"Eh, that was just a fling", Matty said.
"Haha like father Ike son. Alright, I wont give you hard time son. But
I'm sorry if you felt anything but normal in this house." Steve
finished, a hint of sadness creeping in his voice now.
Matty knew he was thinking of his mom.
"Dad, its really fine. I'm glad we had this chat. What's for
breakfast? I'm starving".
Steve walked back to the door. "I'm glad we had this chat too. I don't
know chef. You are cooking. Hurry up, we are gonna hit the gym."
Matty smiled and swung his feet off his bed, watching his Dad exit the
room, staring long at his receding ass hugging the silky shorts fabric.
Things had gone better than he had hoped. This was gonna be a new chapter
in their lives.

Matty and Steve had a meal of bacon eggs and cheese and a protein shake,
then got their gym bags ready and hopped in the car. They didn't speak
much except to exclaim on the news of the day and wonder if it would rain
that weekend.
Steve revved up their BMW and waited for Matty to get in his seat and put
on his belt.
"Ready?" Steve asked looking at Matt.
"Eh not really. But lets do this thing", Matty said stifling another
yawn.
Steve chuckled, "I hear you son. Last night tired me out".
"I bet", Matt said snidely. "So tell me about her Dad. I just woke up
as she was leaving and didn't really see her. Just wanted to make sure
she didn't murder you or rob you.", Matt lied.
"You didn't hear anything else?"
"What? You guys boning?"
Steve's face blanched and his foot slipped jerking the car. Matty
laughed.
"Dad I know what happens between a man and a woman. But no. I can barely
hear anything from your room anyway. I was getting up to pee and that's
when I saw the girl leaving your room."
"Oh", said Steve simply.
"So, who's the girl?"
"Susan? I met her at the after-work social. You met her?"
"Nah.Just saw her back. Nice back though haha", Matt joked with a sly
smile on his face.
Matty smiled too.
"Her front's better", Steve quipped.
"You into her then?"
"Whoa, easy there. We have only gone out a few times. Her mother's
visiting and...she suggested we sneak into my room. Just seemed like a
good idea at that time."
"All good Dad. If you like her, I will like her."
Steve looked at his boy beaming a little bit.
"You want to meet her?"
"Sure"
"Aight, we'll see about that."
Matty's mind was racing. He had a vague plan formulating in his head. He
wanted to her his Dad fuck his girl again. But not just hear, he wanted
to see it. He didn't know how yet but he would figure that out later.
First things first.
This whole time, Matty was also trying to resolve his internal struggle
over the events of last night. It was new and unprecedented for him. He
still wasn't sure he was into guys. He definitely still liked girls and
could get off thinking about his sick in a warm, wet pussy. But unbidden
to him, that image was getting replaced with the things he wanted to
experiment with on his Dad. Steve seemed to be above and out of all
natural equations. It wasn't about man or woman. It wasn't about gay or
bi. It was just his raw, relentless, obsessive, basic instinct to explore
his Dad's body, taste those juices again, bond with him physically and
let all inhibitions down with his Dad. And Matty was prepared to do
anything to explore this and see it to fruition. A switch had gone off
last night, hearing his Dad with Sue. It had turned on something primal
in him. And the bewitching hour in the middle of the night, when one
loses all notion of right or wrong, of composure and holding back,
sensibility and restraint, had fueled his curiosity to the point of no
return and here he was. A new day, a new Matty, trying to figure all this
out one day at a time with his Dad.
Matt gazed at Steve has he drove. He looked better now, rugged, stubbles,
handsome, his crystal blu eyes focused on the road, one hairy manly
muscled hand. Resting casually on the open window, dark blonde hair
streaming back in the wind, a whistle on his soft lips. Matty licked his
own lip unconsciously tasting the memory of his Dad's cum and sweat
again.

The gym was fairly empty that afternoon. There were few men and women on
the elliptical but the weight room was practically empty.
"Ready son?", Steve said rubbing his hands and getting fired up.
"Let's go bro", Matt said stretching his arms and grabbing a towel.
The duo hit the treadmill for a quick run to get their hearts pumping and
good flowing. Matt didn't sweat much but Steve had a thin film of sweat
on is brow and his T-shirt was sticking to his chest and back already. As
they ran side by side, Matt kept glancing at his Dad's frame. His
posture was erect, large arms pumping, eyes on the little console in
front of him, his chest and ass bouncing with every step he took. His
legs looked huge and were hairy and meaty. At one point, Steve exhaled
through his mouth powerfully and a spritz of sweat that had been
streaming down his brow to his lip, flew out in a fine mist. Matt saw
that in almost slow-motion and his cock stirred. That was sexy as hell.
He wished his Dad would blow that mist on his face. Boy, that would be
refreshing.
They stepped off and headed to the weights room. It was arms and chest
day, as Steve had declared. They helped each other with sets of the
rowing machine and benches. They spent an hour and half getting hot and
sweaty.
"good work bud", Steve clapped Matt on the back. Steve had done this
simple gesture for years but it was only today that Matt felt excited by
that contact. He liked feeling his Dad's strong hand on his wet back.
"We finishing with he pull ups?" Matt asked.
"You know it."
Matt was already fatigued from his workout and he knew his Dad was too
but this is how they usually finished up their workout for that extra
pump.
Matt jumped up, caught hold of the handlebars and raised himself.
"Hup, one", he counted. Getting progressively red in the face, his
muscles straining and veins bulging, Matt completed his set.
Steve proceeded to do his set and seemed to be straining more than Matt.
His face was red with exertion, the veins in his neck and forehead
popping, sweat was glistening of his face, his lips pursed and cheeks
puffed he managed to finally complete the set.
"One more", Steve called out.
Matt got on the bars and pushed himself to do 10 more reps. But after 4
he just gave out and jumped down, bent over, renting his hands on his
knees and puffing like a winded buffalo.
"Come on son. finish srong", Steve called. "Here I will give you a
hand".
That statement alone filled Matt with new energy.
He straightened up and reached for the bars again, hanging from it and
looking up. the bars were pretty high up. At least 10 ft. There was a
little rung on the side of the frame for you to get leverage to get to
the bars and then let gravity do its work. Matt hung from it, his legs
hanging 4 ft from the ground. Steve got under him and wrapped his brawny
arms around his sons legs from the back.
Steve had done this many times before so it was nothing out of ordinary
for him. But for Matt this was a new sensation all at once. he was
painfully aware of how close his Dad's face was to his butt. He could
feel the hairy arms of his Dad against the smooth skin of his legs. The
warmth fro his Dad's face was like a sauna on his naked skin. He almost
gave away from his hold but with get resolution pushed himself up,
propelled and helped by Steve. With every rep, Steve held him tighter and
was helping raise him up more. Matt rebelled isn't hat closeness and
proximity. His dick was semi hard at this point. good thing he had worn
an underwear. Or was it, Matt mused.
"Ten", Steve counted and let Matt go. Matt felt strangely bereft at
this. He jumped down and panted catching his breath.
"aight, my turn", Steve said. "I might need your help too".
Matt's breath caught. Here was his chance. And he was gonna take it.



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