A Family
By Jim Vance
Copyright 2013 by Jim Vance
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I was standing in front of the living room window. My suitcase was next to me. Dad's car pulled up in front of the house.
"Bye, Mom!"
"Bye, sweetie! See you Sunday."
I hugged her, picked up my bag, and walked out the door. I ran to the car, opened the back door and threw my bag on the backseat. Then I got into the front.
I looked at Dad. He was wearing a tight t-shirt and a pair of shorts. I grinned at him. He looked good enough to lick.
"Hey, Dad."
"Ready for our weekend?"
"I sure am. Um, Dad—did you remember?"
"Remember what?"
"What you promised?"
He smiled.
"Good!"
Dad chuckled.
"Jamie, being asked by your sixteen year-old son not to come so that your balls will be full for him, is not the kind of thing a father forgets! I've told you before, I love the fact that you want to eat my cum. I love feeding you."
Dad drove away from our house. We headed to his apartment. When we stopped at a traffic light, Dad pulled his t-shirt off. I moaned as I looked at his hairy body. Dad grinned at me.
"You have no idea how happy it makes me that you want me so badly. I used to work out at the gym so girls would notice me. Now I do it for you."
I smiled at him. I reached out and ran my hand over his hairy chest and belly. He sighed. Dad has black hair and his skin is fairly dark, even without a tan.
"You are all I think about, Dad."
He nodded. "Baby, I'm the same way. I threw out all my porn last week. I realized I had no interest in women anymore."
He looked at me.
I could see he was erect. I licked my lips thinking about his cock. I couldn't wait to taste it. I reached over and squeezed his thigh.
"Is there anything you want to do this weekend besides sex?"
"No. Well, maybe."
"What?"
"Is kissing sex?"
He chuckled.
"Sex and kissing. It sounds like a good time to me!"
"Me, too. Between the sex, you can show me your penis. That will help get me in the mood for more sex."
Dad laughed.
"I like that plan!"
I looked out the window. I loved Dad very much. I was also in love with him and he told me he felt the same way about me.
"Thanks for the picture, Dad."
He grinned at me. "You liked it?"
"Ha-ha! You know how I feel about the paternal penis. The Jamie-maker."
Dad chuckled.
The photo was a close-up of Dad's cock. I got hotter than hell every time I looked at it, which was all the time. I had wanted a picture of it for a long time, but Dad had been worried about it being discovered. He finally gave me one when I found out how to encrypt it.
He grinned at me.
"A woman tried to pick me up at the gym yesterday."
"Was she pretty?"
"Oh, yeah. She was beautiful, actually. I thought about telling her we couldn't have sex because I promised my son he could have all my cum."
We both laughed.
"It's a good thing you didn't tell her that. She would have been so jealous. I'm sure she wanted it. She might have cried and caused a scene."
"Oh, yeah. Right. I've never met a woman who wanted it. `Ugh. It's icky'" he said in a falsetto voice. "But my son doesn't think that! No, sir!"
"No, sir! It's yummy in his tummy!"
Dad chuckled.
"She would have wanted you to rub it into her skin to make her even more beautiful. Did Mom ever ask you to do that?"
Dad laughed for a long time.
"I can't wait until we live together," I told him.
"Me, either. Two more years."
I was sixteen. I didn't understand why I had to wait until I was eighteen. I could live where I wanted when I turned seventeen. But Dad insisted I be eighteen. He said he didn't want to argue it in court.
"It's going to be strange finally having as much sex as I want. Being able to hold you and kiss you whenever I want."
"Tell me about it!"
"Knowing that the person in bed with me wants me to touch him. That I don't have to ask if it's OK, or worse, beg."
"Nope. He thinks your dick is the most wonderful thing on the planet. He will be really happy to know it wants to play."
Dad smiled at me.
"You are the perfect lover, Jamie."
"I think you are, Dad. You are handsome, sexy, you love me, and you always want sex. We are completely in sync."
He nodded.
"What's your mom up to?"
"She has a date tonight with a guy from work. His name is Elliot. He has four kids. Can you believe it?"
"No."
"I don't know how he affords it. Mom said he was unemployed at the beginning of last year."
"Do they live with him?"
"Yeah. He's a widower."
"That had to be horrible, being out of work with four kids. Has she been out with him before?"
"This is their fourth date. She really likes him."
"It sounds like it's getting serious. I wonder if he knows there won't be any sex," Dad said.
I laughed.
"She'll tell him that after they get married. Surprise!"
Dad put his hand out. I put mine out and he slapped it. We both laughed.
"On the other hand, he might be relieved not to have more kids."
I nodded.
I looked at Dad's crotch again.
"I can feel your eyes on me. I know what you want, Jamie."
"It's weird; it's all I want. I think about it all the time. Do you think there is something wrong with me?"
"No!"
"It's sort of an obsession."
Dad frowned.
"I think most people would say there is something wrong with both of us. We lust after each other. I want to fuck my son and my son really wants me to fuck him. I am glad you feel the way you do about me. If we are both happy, what difference does it make if almost everyone else thinks there is something wrong?"
"I guess that's true. I still worry, though. Wednesday I skipped lunch so I could sit in a stall in the bathroom and look at your dick."
Dad turned to me and grinned.
"Did you jack off?"
"Oh, yeah. I shot all over the stall door. I was still wiping the cum up when the bell rang."
Dad grinned.
"Damn, you make me feel good when you tell me things like that! But don't worry about it. You think of me as your spouse. That is nothing abnormal for newlyweds, and I think we both still feel that way about each other. I really don't want you to change, Jamie. To me, your lust is a wonderful thing. I'm happier than I have ever been in my life. I am more excited about our weekend than I ever was when I had a date with a woman. I feel deeply loved and desired."
I smiled at Dad and reached over and squeezed my hand.
"Me, too. I don't worry about the future anymore."
"Me, either. I know it will be fabulous."
I grinned at him.
I looked at his thick bicep. I leaned over and licked it. Then I picked up Dad's t-shirt and smelled it. I loved the way he smelled. I put it down and put my face in my hands. I remembered the most embarrassing moment of my life.
Dad had gone to the grocery story. I stayed at his apartment. While he was gone, I went into the clothes hamper and found a dirty jock strap. I sniffed it and got harder than I had ever been. I put it over my head with the pouch over my face and jacked off on his bed while I smelled his cock and balls. I even sucked on the pouch. I had wanted Dad for a couple of years. While I was stroking myself and moaning at the smell and taste of him, he came back.
"What the fuck?"
I wanted to crawl under the bed. Or die. Or both. He had forgotten his wallet.
"We need to talk!"
I began crying. He pulled the jock strap off me and hugged me.
"Oh. Don't cry. I was just shocked. It's all right."
He rubbed my back until I calmed down.
"It's all right, Jamie. I don't mind. I know how horny I was at your age. But tell me, would you have rather sniffed a woman?"
The truth was, he was the only person I was interested in. I couldn't admit it, though.
"Answer me, Jamie."
"I can't!"
"Of course you can. The answer is yes or no. I need to know.
"No, Dad."
"So you just like men. That's OK."
"It is?"
"Yes. It doesn't bother me at all. Is there anyone in particular that you like?"
I looked down.
"Jamie, please tell me."
I started crying.
"Just you."
Dad sighed. Then he kissed the side of my head. I was shocked, but happy about how well he was taking it. I leaned my head on him and he gently rubbed my back. We sat in silence for a couple of minutes.
"Thank you for not hating me, Dad."
Dad chuckled. He sighed.
"Jamie, I don't know exactly what you have in mind, but you are never going to fuck me."
I stared at him. Then I laughed.
"What's funny?"
"The idea of me fucking my hunky stud of a father."
"You think I'm a hunky stud?"
I closed my eyes and nodded.
"Well, I have to admit, I never felt that way about my father, but he isn't as devastatingly handsome and sexy as I am."
I looked at him and he chuckled.
"That is exactly how I see you, Dad."
He hugged me.
"I know it's wrong. How I feel."
"Well, I guess you just have a crush on me."
I stared at him.
"How can the most important person in your life be a crush? I know you very well. I love everything about you and I always have."
"I guess that is true. I can't claim it's because you don't know me well."
"Do you hate me?"
"No. I'm incredibly flattered! And—well—I have had sex with guys before. I don't find it disgusting, or anything."
"Are you bisexual?"
"I guess I am, leaning toward hetero."
"Do you find it disgusting because it's incest?"
"No. That's just a word."
I rested my head on him. He began rubbing my back again. We sat there for a while.
"So you want me to fuck you."
I couldn't admit it. I didn't say anything.
"Are you a virgin?"
"Yes."
"Do you want me to be your first?"
I stared at him. "I want you to be my only!"
He grinned and shook his head.
"You may hate it!"
I didn't. We both thought it was incredible. It changed both of our lives forever. We kissed while he came inside me for the first time, and we both agreed it was perfect.
While he was still on top of me and inside me, he grinned. "I still have to go to the store."
He got dressed and handed me his dirty jock strap.
"It's wet. Were you sucking on it?"
I nodded.
"You can suck the real thing when I get back."
He grinned at me and left for the store. I sucked his cock for the first time that night. He didn't believe me when I told him I loved his cum.
"Oh, yeah! Right!" he said.
"I can't be the first person who said that!"
"Believe it or not, there haven't been a lot of people who wanted me to come in their mouths."
"I'm sure Mom did."
We both laughed for a long time.
Dad pulled up next to his apartment.
"Thinking about my jock strap?" he asked.
I nodded.
"It turned out well."
I nodded. It did.
"You just didn't know that I already wanted to fuck you when I caught you with it."
I sure didn't!
We got out of the car and went inside. Once the door was closed, Dad pulled me into his arms and kissed me. I undid his shorts and he pushed them down. I wrapped my hand around his cock. It was wet. He pulled my shirt off. I knelt and kissed his uncut cock. I pressed my face to his groin and sniffed. While I did that, Dad rubbed his cock against my cheek.
I looked up at him.
"Is that what you want?"
"Yes, Dad."
"How much do you want my dick?"
"More than anything!"
"Then suck!"
I did. He tasted wonderful. He pulled out after a minute and rubbed his wet cock all over my face. I loved it. He pushed it back into my mouth and began fucking my mouth. He held my head in his hands as his balls slapped against my chin. I was in heaven, and we both knew it. I don't have much of a gag-reflex, and that makes Dad very happy. He pulled out of my mouth. We needed to make it last. He pulled me up and we kissed again. He sat down on the sofa and I sat next to him. He pulled me over and began nuzzling me behind my ear.
"I love you, Dad."
"I love you, baby. Darling."
He pulled on one of my nipples.
"Where do you want my first load, as if I didn't know?"
I chuckled. "It's your fault. Can I help it if your semen is delicious?"
"I've had it spit out more than once."
"That's terrible!"
Dad chuckled.
"Hey! I was glad they let me cum in their mouth!"
I sighed.
"I don't know why I like it so much. I worry that I am completely fucked up."
"How can you say that? I think you are perfect, Jamie. I mean that. You are hardly the first person to like eating cum. Besides, it's your father's cum and as you told me before, it is special to you. I would be very upset if you changed."
"OK, Dad."
"Jamie, the things you are worrying about are the things that make me love you. I'm delighted that you think about my cock all the time. To me, it just means you aren't getting as much of it as you want. Soon you will. Once we live together, you will probably be less horny, because we will be having sex often. The fact that you love to eat your daddy's sperm, makes my dick hard—really, really hard and it makes me want to give you exactly what you want It's kinky in a way that I absolutely love. You excite me more than anyone else ever has, and it's because of the things you are worried about. Do you understand?"
"I think so. I just know how far I am from normal."
"Normal is boring. I want my exciting, adventurous, Jamie. The boy who enjoys sucking on his father's dirty jock strap. I hope you stay adventurous. If you do, sex will always be exciting for us."
Dad kissed the side of my head and I sighed. I felt better.
We sat there, contented for a while.
"I wonder if Mom will marry Elliot."
"How do you feel about that? Have you met him?"
"Briefly, when he picks her up. He seems nice."
"How old are the kids?"
"They are all under ten."
"Oh. Young."
"Yeah."
"How did his wife die?"
"Cancer. I don't know what kind."
"I feel sorry for the kids."
"Yeah. They are young enough to really need her."
Dad reached over and started jacking me off. I tilted my head back and we kissed. Between the kissing and the stroking, it wasn't long before I groaned and came. I shot all over the place. I felt cum hit my chest and neck and leg. Dad kept stroking me and the cum made my cock slippery.
Dad pulled away and grinned at me. He let go of my cock and brought his hand to his mouth. He licked some of my cum off his hand. I gulped. He licked more off while he looked at me.
"Not bad."
I grinned at him.
He licked off all the cum on his hand and wiped some more off me. He brought his fingers to my mouth and I licked some. He rubbed the rest into my chest.
"Now we have one more thing in common."
"Have you eaten cum before?" I asked him.
"No. I never wanted to before. I never loved and lusted after anyone as much as you."
"You lust after me?"
Dad laughed.
"You are kidding, right?"
"No."
"Baby, I lusted after you before we had sex. All the best sex I ever had has been with you! I think about you all the time, too. I probably think about you as often as you think about me."
"I don't think that's possible!"
He chuckled.
"Did you think all this time that I didn't lust after you?"
"Well...I knew you liked the sex and I knew you loved me, but I figured I want you a lot more than you want me."
"No. I have never lusted after anyone as much as you. I jack off thinking about you, too."
I smiled at Dad.
"When I picked you up a little while ago, I was excited about seeing my lover, not having my son stay for the weekend.
"I'm going to get a beer. Do you want one?"
"Sure."
Dad got up. A second later, I heard a woman's voice. I got up and walked to the kitchen. Dad was listening to the answering machine.
"It's Tina. Elliot asked me to move in with him," I heard Mom say. "The problem is, Elliot's house has only three bedrooms. His kids are already sharing rooms. Jamie is so much older, I know he would hate sharing a room with little kids, and we can't put all four of them in one bedroom so Jamie can have the other. I hate to think of him sleeping on the sofa, even if we got a sofa bed. I haven't told him yet, because I wanted to see if you would like for him to live with you." I grinned. "I know he will love the idea. He loves you very much. Anyway, think about it. If you decide you want him to live with you, I will move in with Elliot. Otherwise, I guess we will all stay where we are. Bye."
I looked at Dad. He was grinning at me. I hugged him. He bent down and kissed me.
"Hello, lover."
"Hi, Dad."
"Do you think you would like to live with me?"
"I think so!"
We grinned at each other.
"I wonder why she left a message," I said. She didn't mention it and I had just left her.
"Maybe she was afraid of how you would take it," Dad said. "She is dumping you, in a way." He chuckled.
"It's just as well. I can't date my mother. I'm in love with my father."
He grinned at me. "Oh, are you?"
"I am."
"Let's go out to dinner to celebrate!" Dad told me.
"Oh, yeah! After that, I want to bring a few things over here. I don't plan to spend another night over there."
"That sounds great. Why don't you call your mom and let her know."
I did.
"Hi, Mom!"
"Hi, Jamie."
"I am going to move in with Dad. I am really excited about it, and so is he."
"Oh. I will miss you."
"I know. I will miss you, too. But I've really missed Dad, and you will have a new family, more or less."
"You are sure you don't mind?"
"I'm positive!"
"Well, I have very mixed feelings. I love Elliot, but I feel like I am trading my child for his. I was so afraid you would feel like I was abandoning you. I hate having to choose. But neither one of us can afford to buy a bigger house. He is still paying off debt from when he lost his job last year."
"Well, don't feel that way. We can talk every day. I'm happy, I really am. I want you to be, too. Besides, those little kids need a mother a whole lot more than I do. I've thought that ever since you started dating him."
"Thank you, Jamie. That is true. I will tell Elliot."
"We are going to stop by later and I will pick up some things."
"OK. I will be at Elliot's. His phone numbers are on the fridge."
"Bye, Mom. I love you."
"Bye, baby."
I hung up.
Dad looked at the clock.
"It's just five. Too early for dinner. Let me show you something—someone."
Dad went into the bedroom he used for an office. He sat down at the computer. He brought up a picture of a man and a boy.
"This guy's name is David, and this is his son, Paul."
The man had black hair and a thick moustache. He clean-shaven, but I could tell he had a heavy beard. He looked middle-eastern to me. I thought he was very attractive. Then I felt guilty about thinking that. The son was attractive, too.
"OK."
"They are lovers, too."
I was shocked. "You have to be joking!"
"Nope."
"How old is Paul?"
"He just turned twelve. I met David in a chat room. He told me about Paul and I told him about you."
"You told him? That is so dangerous!"
"I didn't blurt it out! David and Paul are looking for a couple they can have—fun with. Where they don't have to pretend they aren't in love. If we want friends, as a couple, it will need to be with people like them."
I thought about that.
"Paul is so young, though."
"So young for what? To be a friend?"
"I guess you are right. All my friends don't have to be the exact same age as me."
"No. He is a married man, basically—like you. You have a great deal in common. More than you would have with anyone your age."
"That's true."
"It is. It's something to think about. You aren't going to be able to tell anyone else how much we love each other. You won't even be able to tell anyone else you are happy. They will want to know why a son who lives with his father and doesn't date is so happy."
I hadn't thought of that, but Dad had. I smiled.
"You are right. And it would be fun to be able to go out and do things together."
"I agree. We can go to ball games together and things like that."
"The only ball game I'm interested in is having your balls dangling over my mouth."
Dad burst out laughing. He stood and pulled me into his arms.
"Do you see why I love you so much? You are the only person who has ever felt that way about me."
"Well, I do."
"I know! It's absolutely wonderful! Your mother never made me feel a tenth as wanted as you do. God, I love you!"
We kissed again.
"The only thing you might not like, is that David really wants us to all have sex together. He wants to fuck Paul while I fuck you."
"Kinky!"
"Yes. Adventurous."
That told me Dad wanted it.
"I guess that would be OK. I think he is attractive, although I feel guilty about that."
"Don't, Jamie. I only showed him to you because I thought you would be attracted to him. He is hairy, and I know you like that. He has a very nice dick, too. If I thought you wouldn't find him sexy, I would never have mentioned him. Your dick got hard when you looked at him, and I am glad. I wanted it to. You aren't going to enjoy watching a repulsive man fuck his son."
That was true.
"He sent me photos of the two of them having sex, but I deleted them. I was afraid Paul is too young and the photos themselves are illegal. If you want to see them have sex, we will invite them over."
I nodded.
Dad opened a photo of him lying on a bed naked. He was hairy chested and was in good shape. Then he opened another photo. It was close-up of a dick. It was very nice. It was a pinkish-brown with a pink head. It curved slightly up. The head was partially extended out of his foreskin. There was a drop of precum at the tip. His balls hung down low and were smooth. I found myself getting hard from looking at the picture. It was a hot photo and a beautiful dick.
"That's David's cock. I think it is really attractive. What do you think?" He wrapped his hand around my dick. It was hard. "Never mind, I can feel what you think."
I was embarrassed. Dad tilted my head up.
"What's wrong, baby?"
"I feel so guilty!"
"For what?"
"For being excited by him."
"I'm trying to get you excited by him!"
I frowned. Dad chuckled.
"Did you think I was showing you naked pictures of him so you wouldn't get excited? Look at his cock."
I did. Dad started jacking me off. I looked at Dad.
"Look at his cock, Jamie."
I did. Dad pushed a finger inside me while he stroked me. It was a beautiful cock, and Dad wanted me to like it.
"Would you like to taste that drop of precum, Jamie?" Dad whispered in my ear. "Do you wish you could lick it off?"
I moaned. He continued stroking me while he fucked me with his finger.
"Answer me, Jamie."
"Yes, Dad. I would."
"Well, I'll make that happen."
Dad swallowed my dick and started sucking me while I looked at David's cock. He kept finger-fucking me.
"Do you have any other pictures of him, Dad?"
Dad let go of my cock.
"I sure do. Sit on the chair in front of the computer."
I did. Dad opened a folder full of photos and then got down on his knees and sucked me while I looked at them. They were all very hot, because David was a seriously sexy man. I groaned and came in Dad's mouth while I looked at another photo of his cock. I wanted David's cock inside me. I wanted to lick him all over. I wished David was fucking me while Dad sucked me.
Dad stood up and pulled me up. He kissed me.
"What do you think about David?"
"I want him, Dad. I was imagining he was fucking me while you were sucking me."
Dad grinned.
"You won't have to imagine it, son. We will do it."
I grinned at Dad.
"I guess you are going to fuck Paul."
"I haven't decided. He's a little too young for me. I told David that."
I was a little ashamed to admit it, but I was glad.
Dad kissed me again.
"Jamie, you are my son, my lover, and my life-partner. Nothing will change that, no matter how often you have sex with David. You don't ever have to worry about that. Mind you, I am not saying you can have sex with anyone else. You can't. David is not going to give you a disease. He is as careful as I am about that. Any other man would be risky. Plus, sex with David will not be casual. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Dad. Until you showed me his picture, I only wanted to have sex with you. Two hunky studs is enough for me."
Dad grinned and nodded.
"I told him how much you like my cum. How you love the taste and asked me to save it for you. He got really excited. Paul refuses to let him come in his mouth. He really wants to feed Paul the way I feed you. He thinks that if Paul sees you enjoying his cum—" I laughed. "That Paul will want it. If it doesn't work, if Paul still doesn't want it, you could have a second man eager to feed you every day. I think you might enjoy that. Would you mind sucking that pretty cock every day?"
I grinned and Dad laughed.
"I'll tell you another thing. If you have given me two orgasms in a day, seeing you with David's cock in your mouth or ass, would get me hard enough for a third one, possibly even a fourth one. He feels the same way. Once his dick won't stay hard, he wants to watch us until it gets hard again."
"What's he like? What if he's a jerk?"
"He isn't. We've spoken on the phone, frequently. He is nice, sweet, actually—but very horny."
"Like us."
"Exactly. He and Paul are both lonely. He always thanks me for speaking to him. He asks how you are every day. They don't have any friends. He spent the early part of his life in Turkey, so he has an accent. I think it's sexy."
"I thought he looked middle-eastern."
"Right. He is Turkish. His father died and his mother married an American. They moved here. His stepfather adopted him, so his last name is Russell.
"I told you that Paul was a little young for me. David thought you might like to fuck Paul while he and I fuck you. Or one of us can fuck you while you suck the other one and Paul bounces on your cock. Paul really loves the idea. David does, too. What David really wants is for the four of us to be a family. One family, not two. He wants a family badly—more than just he and Paul. He feels isolated by not being able to talk to anyone about their life. I've been thinking about it, and I think it might be a good idea. We won't know until we really get to know them. Like I said, though, he's a sweet guy, or I wouldn't even consider it."
I could see that. It made me feel sorry for them. I could see the same thing would happen to us; I guess Dad could, too. No one could ever know anything about Dad and me. Anything. I started to feel like it was a really good idea, and I hoped we would like each other. I thought about fucking Paul. It had never occurred to me to do that—fuck anyone. But the way Dad described it sounded really hot, especially with one of their cocks in my ass and the other in my mouth. I doubted I would last long before I came inside Paul. Paul didn't excite me the way his father did, but as he got older, I figured he would become a very hot man. And I would have three cocks to suck.
Dad rubbed my bottom lip. "Are you hungry? I've saved all my delicious semen for you."
I chuckled. "Oh, you've tried it?"
"No. I took your word for it."
I laughed.
"That sounds wonderful! Why don't I suck your cock?"
"I will never say no to that, Jamie!"
I knelt and Dad sat in the chair. I took Dad in my mouth. He let out a long breath.
"So good."
After a few minutes, I could tell he was getting close.
"Make me come, Jamie. I'll fuck you when we go to bed."
That sounded like a wonderful plan to me.
I tugged on his balls. They were wet with my saliva.
"Feel how heavy those are."
I did.
"They aren't ever going to be that heavy again. You will be draining them every day, won't you?"
I moaned around his cock. I would! I would be disappointed if we didn't have sex twice a day.
He sighed. "I'm close, baby. Do you want it? Are you hungry? Aaw, fuck!"
He cock began discharging in my mouth. I felt the shaft throb as it did. A blast hit the back of my throat and I swallowed. It was followed by another blast, and another. I kept swallowing as Dad continued giving me what I wanted. I didn't keep count, but there had to be at least eight powerful spurts. Finally, it slowed, and then stopped. Dad pulled his cock out of my mouth. I milked the last drops out and licked them up.
Dad pulled me up and hugged me. He reached behind me and pushed a finger inside my hole. I looked up at him.
"How was it?" he asked with a grin.
"Delicious. You know that, though!"
He chuckled.
"Maybe we could play ball later."
"A ball game would be fun, Dad."
"Yeah, it would. I'll see if I can drop the balls in the hoop."
I laughed.
"Let's go get some of your things before we eat."
"OK!"
We got dressed and headed back to our apartment. Mom had already left.
"I'm glad your mother isn't here."
"Why? Are you mad at her?"
"No, but your breath probably smells like cum and my dick."
"Oh, god! I didn't think of that!"
"Me, either. Not until we pulled up here."
I was glad, too, but not for that reason. I didn't want to listen to her cry about how bad she felt. I was really, really happy about it, and I was afraid that if I told her that—that I would rather live with Dad than her, she would feel worse.
I took the post-it note with Elliot's phone numbers off the fridge. I got my laptop and my speakers, Dad decided to take all my clothes. I went in the hall closet to get a couple of empty boxes that were there. We filled them. By the time we had that taken to the car, there wasn't much left.
"We can get the bed tomorrow."
"We don't need it."
"We need it very badly. What are you going to tell your mother if she asks where you sleep?"
"Oh, yeah."
"What does Elliot look like?"
"Well, he's about eight inches long and circumcised."
"Oh, is he?"
"Yes. I'm not exactly sure, but one of his balls feels a little bigger than the other."
"Oh. So you barely know the man."
We both laughed.
"I've avoided letting him come inside me. I don't want to get pregnant. He seems to be very fertile."
"You are too young to raise a child."
"I know! That's what I told him!"
We laughed some more.
"I wonder if they will want another baby," I said.
"I know your mother doesn't want another. She stayed sick the last three months of her pregnancy. She threw up constantly. I felt awful, too. There wasn't much I could do."
"Yuck."
I walked into Mom's room and saw she had taken a lot of her things, too. I guessed we would both be moved out soon. I wonder what she was going to do with all the furniture. I was sure Elliot had some already.
"Ready?" Dad asked me.
"Yes, Studmuffin."
"I'm on a diet. I'm a Studbagel."
We laughed as we carried the last of it out to Dad's car.
We headed back to his apartment.
By the time we got everything put away, it was after seven. We got dressed and went to a steak house. We sat on the same side of a booth and while the waitress flirted with Dad, I groped him under the table.
Then the second most embarrassing thing in my life happened to me. It might have even been more embarrassing than the jock strap. I was groping Dad and he seemed to be enjoying it when a man at another table saw me do it.
"What's wrong?" Dad asked. "If you want a lobster, you don't have to impersonate one."
I put my face in my hands.
"People like you make me sick!" I heard the man say. I didn't look. "You should be shot."
"You don't impress me much, either," Dad said. "I do have a gun and I know how to use it in self-defense. Would you like to discuss it outside?"
A few seconds later, Dad said, "You can look know. He asked for another table."
"Oh, god!"
"Don't worry about it. I enjoyed it."
I looked at Dad and he seemed fine.
"Do you see why friends like us might be nice?" he whispered.
I nodded.
The waitress came back with our drinks. She put them down and shook her head.
"Every time that guy comes in here, something just awful happens to him. `The steak is raw, the steak is overcooked, the children are too loud, the lettuce is wilted, the room is too hot, the room is too cold, the sun is too bright, the room is too dark'—" She kept going and Dad and I both laughed. "One time he took his fork and started stabbing his steak. `Look at it. It's tough.' I wanted to grab his fork and start stabbing him! I don't know why he keeps coming back. Maybe he hates everywhere else, more. Did he give you a hard time?"
"Yes, but we ignored him."
"He asked a woman to leave the restaurant once because her perfume was giving him a headache. Anyway, if he bothers you again, let me know. I will have the manager throw him out. I'll take pictures! Then all of the staff will have a party."
We laughed again.
We ordered and it was just perfect. Not raw and not overcooked.
We went back to Dad's place.
We were cuddling on the sofa when the phone rang. Dad picked it up.
"Hi, David."
I wondered if it was pretty-dick-David.
"Yes. He's here. We have wonderful news. He's moving in with me. His mother is moving in with her boyfriend."
"Oh, yeah. We are both very happy."
"I'll ask."
"David and Paul want to know if we want to go to their house tomorrow. They have a pool, and it will be sort of a party. What do you think?"
"Sure. That sounds fun."
"He says yes."
"OK. Eleven o'clock. Right. Bye."
Dad hung up.
"You don't mind, do you?" Dad asked.
"No, Dad. I'm really looking forward to meeting them. I'm glad I brought my swimsuit."
"Well, you won't need it, unless you really want it."
"Oh. What if people see us?"
"No one will. He has a big house, and it will just be the four of us."
"Oh. OK."
"By the way, he calls Paul his boywife. Evidently that is a Turkish term. He will grow up to be his manwife."
"Am I your boywife, Dad?" I asked, grinning.
"No. You are my fuck-toy."
"I suck, too!"
"Well, that's very true. How about my husband?"
"I like that."
"Me, too."
Dad leaned down and kissed me. We kissed for a long time. I have no idea how long.
"Let's go to bed. We will get an early start tomorrow, and get your bed before the party."
"OK."
We got up and brushed our teeth. Dad squeezed my butt and I giggled with toothpaste in my mouth. That was a first!
Dad wet a towel and wiped my butt. He grinned at me in the mirror as he pushed a finger inside me.
"Are you going to let Daddy in there?"
"Will David mind?"
Dad laughed.
"No! He wants me to fuck you. He wants to watch!"
"Oh, good."
"Good that he wants me to fuck you, or good that he wants to watch."
"Both!"
"That's my adventurous husband!"
He took my hand and we walked to the bedroom. I looked at the bed. Before it had been Dad's bed. Now it was ours. I hugged him.
"I love you, too, son. I love you so much I'm going to fuck you!"
"Oh, good!"
I pulled a pillow down to the middle of the bed and lay face down on the bed. The pillow was under my waist. Dad got between my legs and began eating my ass. I moaned as he licked and stabbed at my hole. I wondered if David would be fucking me tomorrow. Would Dad breed me, then pull out for David's turn? It was a very hot idea. I was excited about that, but I have to admit, I was more eager to taste his cum. I wanted to suck that pretty cock of his. I wanted to hear him groan as his cum spurted into my mouth. I could almost taste it."
"Dad, can I ask you something?"
"Sure. Is it will you hurry up?"
I laughed. "No. I was just thinking about how much I want to taste David's cum."
"Well, I figured you wanted to."
"I was hoping Paul never would come to like it."
Dad laughed.
"Is that selfish?"
"I don't know. If you want it and Paul is only doing it to make his father happy when he hates it, maybe not. I thought of something earlier. Maybe Paul will like yours. Then he can have yours and you can have David's."
"Why would he like mine if he doesn't like his Dad's?"
"I've heard several times that teenage boy cum is tastier than adult. Yours is pretty good. Maybe you could shoot in Paul's mouth while his father shoots in yours."
I groaned.
"Oh, you like that idea!"
"I do. I really like his cock. I still feel a little guilty."
"Don't. I want you to suck David and I want you to let him fuck you. I didn't want to come right out and tell you that, because I wanted you to want it yourself. He has convinced me that his idea of a family is a good one. I want us to join the family. You will understand why when you meet them. All of us will be having sex with each other. When Paul is older, I would like to fuck him while David is fucking you. I don't know how you feel about that, and your opinion is very, very important to me."
"OK. I feel better."
"Are you OK with that? With me fucking Paul?"
"Yes, I think so. Especially if I am fucking him."
"God, Jamie! I really, really want to watch you fuck him. Paul wants it, too. Paul keeps asking for a picture of your cock."
"Really?"
"Oh, yeah! He called last night and asked. I could hear his father grunting in the background. He told me his father was fucking him! He asked me to describe your cock while his father fucked him!"
"Oh, god! That is hot."
"Seriously hot. And the best part is the David is a sweetheart. I wouldn't be surprised if he gives you flowers tomorrow."
"I haven't even met him and I think I am falling in love with him."
"Good! It's OK for you to love both of them. If we are a family, you should."
Dad went back to eating my ass. Then he reached for the lube. I rolled over onto my back and pulled my legs up. I grinned at him while he squirted lube onto his cock. He placed it at my hole and pushed gently. Over about a minute, the head of his cock slid inside me. He rested for a while, and then pushed the rest inside me. When he was completely buried, we kissed. I loved kissing him while he was inside me. I liked it better than the actual fuck. But I wanted him to come inside me, and he had to fuck me to do that. He began thrusting. He started slow, and sped up. I felt his chest and shoulders.
"I love having you under me."
"I love being here."
Dad grinned. He knew I meant it.
"Oh, Dad!" He hit my prostate.
"You like this? Getting fucked by your own father?"
"I love it! Anyone who had you for a father would!"
Dad laughed. He pressed his mouth to mine while he continued thrusting. While we kissed, I pulled on his nipples. When he pulled away, his eyes were closed.
"I'm close, baby. Do you want it?"
"Yes, Dad. Fill me up!"
"I am going to breed you at both ends every day for the rest of our lives."
He groaned and stopped thrusting. I smiled. I knew he was shooting inside me. His mouth was slack and saliva ran out of his mouth. I opened my mouth and caught it. He collapsed on top of me, and I held his sweaty body. Then I ran my hands over his back. He opened his eyes and looked at me.
"You are the best fuck I've ever had, Jamie."
I smiled.
"I'm going to rinse off."
He got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. He got in the shower and I got a towel. He was out quickly, and I dried him. He took my hand and we walked back to the bedroom. We got in bed and he pulled me close. He kissed the back of my neck. I fell asleep in his arms.
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