Charlie Savage
by Daddy's Boy and Brother Ted

This story describes a very strange family. In this story there will be lies, deceit, murderous intentions, and a lot of sex. This story contains scenes depicting both homosexual and heterosexual sex scenes. This story features a chemical that doesn't exist in reality. The story describes sexual relationships and acts between males and females of various ages and even incestuous acts. If you are offended by this, don't read the story. This story may be long, but I'm not promising anything. I do promise to update it as much as possible. I would like to hear what you all think of this story, but please don't make requests. The story is finished by the time the first chapter is posted to any site.

I'd also like to introduce the writing of my brother, Ted. He wrote parts of this story with me, so he gets at least half the credit. I'd like to take this time to thank Kandor259 for editing the story and at least trying to make us sound like we know what we're writing about. Go to https://donate.nifty.org/donate.html and donate to Nifty to keep the site free and give us all something to read.

Charlie Savage
Chapter 6

We showered together in the bathroom that connected to his room and Eric's. I didn't hear anything from Eric's room, so I assumed they had fucked and gone to sleep. Trevor and I washed each other, but it didn't get sexual. When we were clean and rinsed, he turned the water off. We toweled off and headed back to his room. Then we climbed into the bed, cuddled against each other, and went to sleep. I dreamt about fucking him again, but I didn't actually do it. In the morning, I woke up to find him looking at me. He smiled when he saw my eyes open.

"You really are Cassanova," he said, grinning. "Thank you for last night."

"You were great," I said. "Your ass is amazing."

"Not as amazing as your tongue, your throat, and your dick," he said. "How big is that thing?"

"I don't know," I admitted. "I've never thought to measure it. I just know it does what I need it to do."

"I'll say it does what you need it to do," laughed Trevor. "You made me cum three times last night. That's amazing."

"You've never cum three times in one night?" I asked.

"Sure I have," he admitted. "But never so close together. We had sex for just under an hour and a half. I came three times in an hour and a half. That's a record for me."

"Well, you said you wanted to take a crack at me," I laughed. "How was it?"

"It was amazing," he said. "It was more than I wanted it to be and so amazingly awesome. I know I only get this one time, but damn, Charlie. If I wasn't into Mark Vance, I'd be into you in a big way."

"Mark Vance," I said, deciding to ignore the last part of his comment. "Is he Adam Vance's brother?"

"Yeah," he said. "He's in my Econ class. The boy oozes sex, Charlie. You have to see him to understand."

"Well, I'll see him soon enough," I said. "I have to figure out how to make him your boyfriend, don't I?"

"How the hell are you going to do that?" he asked.

"I can be pretty persuasive," I replied.

"Don't I know it," he laughed. "But seriously, if you can get Mark to just have sex with me, I'd be happy. Sure, I'd want him as my boyfriend, but that might be harder for you to pull off."

"So, are you gay, bisexual, what?" I asked.

"I'm gay," he said. "Girls don't do it for me. I'd much rather have a masculine partner. What about you?"

"Well, I fucked Annabelle, and figured out that I'd rather fuck guys," I said. "So, I'd say I'm gay. What about Eric?"

"Eric's different," he said. "He sure seems to like fucking Raina. When that girl comes over, they're in his room, and he makes her scream."

"And last night, he fucked Rick Epping and became his boyfriend," I said.

"Yeah," he sighed. "Eric's kind of a player, I guess. He'll be faithful to both of them as long as they don't know about each other."

"Well, Rick already knows about Raina," I said. "I guess it's all going to come down to what Rick will accept from Eric."

"Yeah," he said.

"Well, enough about Eric, Rick, and Raina," I said. "Give me until next weekend, and I promise, Mark Vance will be in your bed by Saturday night."

"How the hell are you going to pull that off?" he asked.

"I have my secrets," I admitted. "Just don't ask. He'll be here Saturday night. You can take that to the bank."

"Well, we need to get up," he said. "Don't you have a boy to call?"

"I sure do," I said, glancing at the clock. "I'm sure he's up and waiting by now."

We got up and got dressed. Then we joined our fathers, Eric, and Rick downstairs for lunch. My dad laughed when Trevor said that he had been thoroughly fucked and enjoyed every minute of it. He told them I got him off three times in less than two hours. Even Mike looked at me with wide eyes. I let them all have their fun over it for a few minutes. Then I excused myself to call Jack. He answered on the first ring. I told him that he could spend the night with me that night, and he told me he couldn't wait. I reminded him that he and I had to do some talking before anything could happen. I told him that there was a lot of static between us in the past, and I wanted to know why. When he tried to go into it on the phone, I stopped him and told him that we would discuss it that night. I told him that my father would pick him up at four and he could have dinner with us.

Then I explained to my father what I had planned. He informed me that Jack and I would be alone in the house because he planned to spend the night with Mike again. I told him that was fine and promised not to get into trouble. He laughed at that but agreed to pick up Jack at four. He said that Mr. Hassan would put dinner on the table around five-thirty. I was fine with that. I said my goodbyes before my father drove me home. I thought about Mark Vance all the way home. Trevor was right about one thing. The chances of me getting him to be Trevor's boyfriend were infinitesimal without my ability. With my ability, it was a sure thing. He just didn't know about my ability. At any rate, it was going to be Monday or longer before I could talk to Adam Vance and get him to invite me to his house.

"Your birthday is just after graduation, which is a little more than just around the corner," my father pointed out. "Will you be having a party?"

"I sure will," I replied with a grin. "Wow, I'd forgotten about my birthday."

"What would you like for your birthday?" he asked.

"A car and driver," I said without a moment's thought. "You are going to be busy working, school will be out for the summer soon, and then there's the time you'll want to spend with Mike. If I had a driver and a car for him to drive me around in, I'd be able to come and go when I want to."

"It seems a fair request," he said. "I'll buy a car. I'll even hire a driver. You want a man, I assume."

"Yes," I said. "He needs to be younger. Don't get someone older than twenty-five, please."

"Planning to have sex with this guy?" Dad asked. It was a straight forward question.

"Not particularly," I said. "It'll just be easier to talk to a younger guy than an older guy."

"Something tells me you wouldn't have trouble with a man of any age, Charlie," he said. "But I'll hire someone younger."

Once home, I told Mr. Hassan that my father wouldn't be home for dinner. Then I told him about Jack coming to spend the night and told him he would be joining me for dinner. He nodded and told me he would take care of it. I went up to my room and discovered that Anipe had made my bed. It was either her or one of the two maids she worked with. I didn't know their names. I never saw them usually, so I didn't bother to learn their names. I took a second, more intense shower and made sure I was clean everywhere. The last thing I needed was for Jack to smell another boy on my body. Then I dressed in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. I put my shoes on and went downstairs. It was nearly three o'clock. Jack would be there in a little more than an hour, and I hadn't decided what I was going to say to him. I mean, I wanted to get it all out of him. Why had he been such an ass to me over the years, why was he such an ass to people like Adam Vance, who I'd probably have to be friends with to pull of Trevor's wish. I needed Jack Epping to tell me just what he'd had against me and what he still might have against Adam.

When Dad dropped Jack off, the boy was clearly happy to see me. His blonde hair was still wet from his shower, but his blue eyes were clear. He tried to hug me, but I backed off. I still wanted to know the truth about why he'd treated me like garbage for more than four years. I had him follow me up the stairs to my room where he could put his bag down. Then we sat on the bed and I looked him in the eye and told him to tell me the truth and hold nothing back. Then I asked him why he'd treated me so badly for so long. He looked miserable for a moment and then he started to speak.

"I'm not proud of it, Charlie," he said. "You have to understand what was happening to me. Then there was Tommy. He hated you for some reason. He never really told me what it was. Tommy was my best friend at the time. Add that to what was happening to me, and how much I wanted to keep it a secret, and then there was you. You were good looking, smart, and everything. Sure, you wore ratty clothes and shoes with holes in them, but even dressed that way, you would shine. I was coming to grips with my sexuality and what it meant, and there you were. A boy that I would lust after for years. Tommy hated you, and I had to keep Tommy's friendship. I didn't want to be bullied by Tommy. Like I said, I'm not proud of myself, and I'd understand if you wanted to hate me for it."

"Okay," I said with a sigh. "Now tell me what your problem is with Adam Vance."

"Adam?" he asked, scrunching up his nose. "I didn't have a problem with Adam until you said to kiss him. I don't even know why I did what you said. I mean, Adam would be a hot guy if he'd get that acne cleared up, lose about fifteen pounds, and wear any other color than black. Other than that, I don't have a problem with him."

"Then what would you say if I told you that I want to help Adam?" I asked. "I mean with the losing weight and the clothes. The acne is something that he needs to figure out on his own. I mean there are treatments and products out there that could clear that up."

"I'd ask if I could help you help him," he said. "Charlie, I really do want you to be with me. I'm sorry for what happened between us in the past. If we can be together and help Adam then I'm all for it."

"Well, I'll tell you right now that we can have sex tonight," I said. "I'll work on getting to know you and then maybe we can be friends and then boyfriends. You can help me help Adam, and I'll even get you in with my friends. Just don't bully anyone ever again."

"I'm in no position to bully anyone," he said sadly. "No one at school even talks to me or Rick now that they know what my uncle was doing to us."

"I'll fix that, too," I said.

"Is it all right if I ask you what my brother is doing at Eric Anice's house?" he asked.

"Sure," I said. "He's Eric's boyfriend."

"Okay," he said. "Eric's not a bad looking guy, and Rick could do worse. You know they used to be pretty good friends until all of that shit with my uncle happened."

"I know that," I said. "Let's just talk about us."

"I like that," he said. "You want there to be an us?"

"I don't know," I admitted. "I need to get to know you."

"Well then ask me anything," he said. "I'll tell you anything you want to know."

"What's your favorite color?" I asked for a lack of anything better to ask him.

"Blue," he said, smiling. "What's yours?"

"Orange," I said. "Though not harsh orange. I like soft orange, like salamander orange."

"So, like the color of the college soccer team?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said with a smile. "That's close."

"Okay," he said. "What's your favorite kind of music?"

"Well, I like a bit of everything," I said. "I listen to the mix station on the radio."

"I do, too," he said, smiling again. "What kind of movies do you like?"

"Action or adventure," I said. "Horror can be good if it isn't stupid. I like a comedy now and then, but I don't do 'chick flicks'."

"Oh, God, me neither," he laughed. "I like action all right. I don't know what an adventure movie is, though. I can get into a good comedy, but 'chick flicks' are terrible."

"And adventure movie is like those dinosaur movies," I said.

"Yeah, those were really cool," he said. "I like the t-rex."

"I like the velociraptor, but the one from the movies, not the feathered variety from reality," I laughed. "I like the idea that they looked like dinosaurs and not birds."

"Okay," he said. "I can see that. What kind of television do you watch?"

"I don't really," I said. "I mean we have one in the living room, but I never watch it. I think the last time I watched television was a few months ago. That was out of total boredom."

"So, what do you like to do then?" he asked.

"Work out, hang out with friends, and that kind of stuff," I said.

"You mean like Annabelle Sears?" he asked.

"She and I are just friends," I said. "Sure, we had sex, but it was that sex that made me understand that I don't like girls sexually."

"Cool," he said. "I've never been further with a girl than heavy petting, and to be honest, I never wanted to go any further."

"Well then it seems that we're both in the same boat sexually," I said with a grin.

"It seems so," he replied, smiling back at me. He was actually very attractive.

"So, you said I was a boy you'd lust after for years," I said. "How do you reconcile that with me also being the boy you labeled a dirty cocksucker?"

"I never said that about you," he argued. "Tommy said that about you. I never did. If you remember, Tommy was usually the instigator when I would participate in what could be called bullying in your case. When I saw you and I wasn't around Tommy, I left you alone. I mean, I watched you, but I left you alone."

"All right," I said as I thought back to all of the times that Tommy had instigated some sort of bullying against me. He was right that he only participated and never instigated, but that didn't mean that he was innocent. I'd said I forgave him, and I had to stick by what I'd said. "Enough of that. Just tell me exactly what you want from me."

"I want you," he said simply. When I just stared at him he continued. "I mean, I want to know you. I want you to know me, and I want you to love me. I'm sure I'll love you. Charlie, you're one of the best looking guys I've ever seen. You're smart, and you're funny, and you seem to be Mack Daddy. I heard all about the multiple orgasms you gave Annabelle, not once, but twice. Yes, I want to have sex with you. I can't wait to feel you inside of me, but it's more than that. I want to be with you as a person, as a friend, and hopefully as a boyfriend."

"Are you going to sit there and tell me that you want to be my dedicated bottom?" I asked. "You don't like to fuck, too?"

"Of course," he said. "I love to fuck, be fucked, to suck, and to be sucked. I like to rim and be rimmed in return."

"Well, I'm not interested in being fucked," I said. "I have no desire to bottom for anyone. That's something you need to know upfront."

"That could be a problem if I let it be," he said. "But I want you so badly that I'm willing to agree to that."

"Well, what if we have a different kind of relationship?" I asked. "What if we find a boy who likes to be fucked and add him to our relationship as the designated bottom for you. I mean I'd fuck him, too, but he'd be with us mainly for you to fuck."

"We could do something like that," he said. "Who gets to pick the boy?"

"We'll both pick him," I said. "We'll do it together."

"This boy will never fuck me," he said. "Only you can do that."

"That's fine," I said. "But you're going to want to fuck someone, and it isn't going to be me."

"So, you'll be with me?" he asked, looking so hopeful that it was almost heartbreaking to see.

"Yes," I said. "I'll be with you. Right now, I guess you could call me your boyfriend. I don't know what we'll call this third guy."

"We'll call him our fuck buddy," he said, grinning at me.

"All right," I chuckled. "Let's get downstairs. I'm sure Mr. Hassan is wanting to put dinner on the table."

"Who is Mr. Hassan?" he asked as he followed me out of my room.

"Our chef," I said.

"You guys have a chef?" he asked as we descended the stairs.

"My father hired him because we were so tired of my mother's cooking," I said matter-of-factly. "As it turned out, it was a good idea."

"Yeah," he said as we made our way into the living room.

Mr. Hassan had made something that resembled a pita wrapped Shawarma. It was made with strips of lamb, marinated in a sweet marinade, and slow-cooked until it was tender. Then it was wrapped in thin, toasted pita bread and served with a dipping sauce that smelled strongly of stewed tomatoes. He served these on plates with sour cream and grilled onions. It was a very delicious meal that he'd served a time or two. My father was especially fond of it. I quickly explained to Jack just what it was and how to eat it. He loved it, and while we ate, we talked about different things from his hobbies to where he thought about going to college. We were both about to turn fifteen, but college could be decided early enough.

For dessert, Mr. Hassan served us squares of blueberry buckle with one scoop of vanilla icecream. This was a sweet dessert that was one of my own favorites. Jack loved it as well. Finished, we stacked our plates and silver in the plastic tub left on a cart by the kitchen door. Then he followed me back upstairs to my room. I decided to just think of Jack Epping as a good looking blonde-haired blue-eyed guy with a fit body, a killer ass, and a nice basket. That way I didn't have to think about who he'd been or what he'd done to me over the years. I just had to ignore all of that and just focus on what he looked like. I'd work on the guy inside later.

Once in the bedroom, I put my plan in motion. I turned to him, took him in my arms, and laid a kiss on him that I'd have laid on Trevor or my father. I gave him the full treatment. I could feel his erection against my leg, and though I'd seen it before, I'd forgotten just how substantial it really was. I broke the kiss to start pulling his shirt up his torso. He helped by raising his arms. Once that was gone, I bent a bit to attack his nipples. He sucked in a breath as I went to town on first one nipple and then the other. While I did that, I unbuttoned the fly of his jeans and started to push them down. He got the idea, and I stood back up, he pushed his jeans and underwear down his legs, toed off his shoes, and then did a little dance that made his dick flop almost comedically until he was naked before me.

I took his hard dick in my hand and kissed him again. He moaned into the kiss as I started a gentle stroke action on his dick. I wanted him to simmer. I didn't want him cumming just yet. Then he shocked me by pulling at my shirt. I helped by raising my arms just the way he had done. I had to let go of his dick to do it. Then he unbuttoned my jeans and started to push them down. I helped the same way he did, but I toed off my shoes first. Then I pushed the jeans down and stepped out of them. I hadn't been wearing underwear, so the dance wasn't necessary. Then I stood back up, and then his hands were on me. I let him explore my body with his hands. My workouts with my father were paying off. I already had a good physique, but now I had clear definition in my abdomen, my pectorals, and my upper arms. When he pressed his body against mine, a moan escaped him. It was more than a moan, though. It was the sound of need mixed with the pleasure of finally having what you need. That sound made my balls hum.

I led him to the bed and sat down. He knelt in front of me and took my dick into his mouth. Now, my father had sucked my dick, and Trevor had sucked my dick, but no one had sucked it quite like Jackson Epping. He didn't just suck my dick, he made out with it. He ran his tongue down the back of it from my head to my balls and then slowly dragged it back up to the head. Then he took my dick into his mouth and proceeded to go all the way down on me. He had me hissing and gripping the sheet under my ass in my fists. He was damned good and sucking dick. I couldn't believe how much suction he was using as his nose reached my pubic bone. Then he backed off, using more of that suction and driving me crazy. I knew that if he kept this up, I'd cum down his throat. I didn't want that to happen, so I pushed his head back and took my dick out of his mouth. I pulled him until he was half lying on top of me and kissed him again.

I turned us over so that I was on top of him. Then I left a trail of kisses down his chin, over his throat, down the center of his chest to his stomach, and finally to his dick. I took his dick in my mouth and sucked it up and down for a bit. Then I lifted his legs and went for his balls. I licked them, sucked them one at a time, finally I got them both in my mouth. Letting them go, I pushed his legs even further back. He helped by grabbing his calves. I went to work on his ass. I licked around his rosebud for a few minutes, teasing him. Then I licked straight across his ass hole. He jerked and hissed at this. I applied a bit of pressure with my tongue right at the wrinkle of his hole. I felt it loosen around my tongue, and then I began to rim him for all he was worth. He was moaning and twitching. When I had his hole open enough, I used my saliva-coated finger. I quickly found his prostate and gave it a rub. He grunted and jerked at that. Then I reached into the bedside table for the lubricant and lubed two fingers. He was still doing all right with two fingers in him, so I added a third. This time his breathing got a bit harder, and his brown was furrowed when I looked up at him. I wanted until he relaxed again before I started to try and pull my fingers apart. Anyone who's ever done this before knows just how hard it is to pull your fingers apart when they're inside an ass hole, but I did it.

I squirted lubricant on my dick with my free hand, dropped it on the bed beside us, and wrapped my hand around my dick to distribute the lubrication. Then I positioned it so that I could push it in as soon as I pulled my fingers out. I looked into his eyes and put that into motion. I removed my fingers and shoved the head of my dick into him at almost the same time. He didn't look distressed, so I pushed a little more inside of him. He sucked in a breath, and his brow was furrowed again. I waited right where I was for his brow to even out and his breathing to return to normal.

"You all right?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said, opening his blue eyes and looking at me. "Getting it in there is always the hard part for me. Rick is better at taking it at first. I'm always a bit of a baby about it."

"Don't worry," I said. "I'll stay put and let you get used to how much is inside you now. Then we'll work on getting more inside of you."

"Thanks, Charlie," he said, and seemed to calm down. "You can push in a little more."

I did that slowly, and I was surprised when he didn't tense up again before I was all the way inside him. My balls bumped his ass when I bottomed out. I stayed there, looking into his eyes. When he nodded, I started to pull back slowly until only the head of my dick was still in his ass. Then, just as slowly, I pushed it all the way back in. He moaned at this, so I did it again. I was amazed by how tight his ass was. I mean, he'd been fucked in the ass by his uncle and his brother since he was eleven years old. I'd have thought he'd be a bit loose after all of that, but he was tighter than my father.

I angled his pelvis until his eyes opened wide and he hissed and jerked. Then I knew I was hitting his prostate. I gave it a massage with my dick on each stroke, and he started to pant and moan. I hooked his knees over my shoulders so he could let go of them. Then he was gripping the sheet underneath him and turning his head from side to side. I was still just amazed by how tight he was. His anal walls were squeezing my dick in a silky smooth vice, and it felt amazing. I leaned forward, nearly bending him in half to kiss him. He nearly devoured my mouth when my lips touched his. He moaned into the kiss as my dick made even better contact with his prostate. When I ended the kiss, I gave him a few extra jabs in that position while looking him in the eye.

"Cum for me," I told him. I watched his eyes dilate and return to normal, and then I felt it. He shot six shots of cum onto my stomach.

"Ah!" he cried as his anal walls convulsed around my dick, virtually pulling the cum from my balls.

"Mmm," I moaned as I fired my own cum deep within his ass. Spent, I held the position for a moment. I kissed him again, but this time he reacted with a more gentle kiss.

"That was amazing," he panted. "But if you don't let my legs down, I think they might break."

I rolled off of him to keep us from being glued together by his cum. We were both breathing hard, but I pulled him off the bed and led him to the shower. I turned the water on and pushed him under the showerhead above the faucet while I stepped in behind him, claiming the showerhead at the back of the shower. We soaped up, washing each other's backs. We didn't start anything sexual in the shower, for which I was grateful. He'd worn me out a bit. I was sure from the look in his blue eyes that I'd worn him out. Once we were dry, we went back to the bedroom, climbed into the bed, and pulled the covers over us. The last thing I remember was his head coming to rest on my chest. Then I was gone.

I woke up Sunday morning with Jackson Epping plastered to my side. I must admit that my first impulse was to knock him on the floor, but then I remembered that he was my boyfriend now. Instead of acting on my first impulse, I played with his hair until he turned his head and smiled at me. I kissed him quickly and then got out of bed. He followed me to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and gargled with mouthwash while he used the toilet. Then we switched places. Bladders empty, teeth clean, and breath fresh we returned to the bedroom to dress for the day. I wasn't sure how long my boyfriend was planning to stay, but I had things to do.

Football season was over, but that didn't mean that the team didn't get together on Sundays to work out in the school gym. It was theirs every Sunday when there wasn't a game. I needed to get my ass in gear and get over there to look at each one of them in the eye. I had a plan for fixing Jack and Rick's school lives and it involved numbers. So I kissed my boyfriend and sent him home. Carlos drove him. Then I made my way to the school and let myself into the gym. It took me a solid hour to get everyone programmed to follow whatever I said in school, but I did get them. Then I had one of those hunky young men take me to my father.

The first thing I discovered was that Rick Epping had gone home. My father was sitting at the dining room table with Mike and Eric. Trevor was still sleeping, which I thought was a bit lazy, but he wasn't going to be my boyfriend. I accepted lunch when it was offered and quickly filled Eric in on my new friends situation and told him that they would back us any time anyone said anything to or about the Epping twins in our presence. Our fathers thought that was interesting, but when I told them that I had just come from the school where the football team had been working out in the locker room, they wanted to know what I had done. I told them that I'd simply had a conversation with the team, and they'd agreed that anyone who had anything to say to the victims of something so heinous should be shut down as quickly as possible. Part one of my mission was successful.

"So, our boyfriends will be safe?" Eric asked.

"Well, I don't think anyone would have become violent with them," I said. "But yes, they're safe from scathing remarks and name-calling."

"That's a good thing you did," said my father.

"Thanks, but I did it for my boyfriend," I said. Then I glanced at Eric and added, "And one of my best friends' boyfriend."

"Thank you, Charlie," said Eric, grinning for all he as worth. "Now tell me about Adam Vance."

"We're going to help Adam lose some weight," I said. "We're also going to take him shopping and get him some product for that acne. This is all part of my plan to get to his brother for Trevor."

"What's Adam Vance's brother have to do with my oldest?" Mike asked me.

"Trevor has the hots for Mark Vance, who is Adam Vance's older brother," I said. "I'll help Adam to get to Mark, who I'm going to convince to date Trevor."

"How are you going to do that?" my father asked.

"Well, I'm going to try to use my conversation skills and appeal to him with my exquisite wit," I laughed.

"Whatever," he said, shaking his head.

"Are we going home today, or are we staying here?" I asked my father.

"Well, I need to go home so that I can be dressed for work in the morning," he said. He turned to Mike. "You're going to get that financial information for the new business venture?"

"Yes," he said. "I'll call my accountant and have him dig up all of that information for me tomorrow."

"Very good," said my father. He went on when he saw that I was looking at him strangely. "Mike and I are going into business together."

"That's great," I said, smiling. "You got your friend back."

"Well," he said, blushing and taking Mike's hand on the table. "He's a bit more than my friend now."

"Very awesome," I said, grinning at both of them. To Mike, I said, "Welcome to the family."

"I think I should be saying that to you as well," laughed Mike. "But thank you, Charlie."

Trevor decided to grace us with his presence a few minutes later. Eric and I ribbed him for being a slacker, but he laughed that off. He called me Cassanova in front of our fathers, which made me blush. Neither of them had to ask what that was about, but I still wasn't exactly comfortable with my sex life being talked about in front of Mike. Then I thought about it a bit. He was currently having sex with my father. He didn't seem to mind that I had spent the night in his eldest son's bed, so what did it matter if Trevor called me Cassanova in front of him?

Trevor and I had a private word about Mark Vance. I told him that Eric and I were going to help Mark's brother, Adam with losing weight, getting a new wardrobe and getting a handle on his acne. In the process, we'd be around Mark. I told him that I'd talk to Mark as soon as I got Adam to invite us to his house. He seemed to like that idea, though he still wasn't convinced that I could talk Mark into having anything to do with him. I wasn't about to tell him about my ability, so I just told him I'd do my best. He thanked me and then left to hang out with his friends.

Dad and I went back to our house just in time for dinner. He told me over dinner just how happy he was to have Mike back in his life. I told him that when he had told me Mike's last name, I figured out that he was my friend Eric's father and the rest was easy. He smiled at that. After dinner, I worked on putting together my plan for helping Adam. All I had to do to help him with his weight was turn him over to the football team. He needed a buddy on the team to help him get in shape. I now had the entire team in my back pocket. I'd hold off on his new wardrobe until he was done with the weight loss. I searched on the computer for ways to battle acne. It talked about diet and making sure the skin was clean. I researched acne products and found out that the most advertised and most purchased form of acne products were available at one of the stores in town. I printed that out and put it in my folder.

Before I knew it, my father was coming into the room. He went into the bathroom and came back naked as the day he was born. I quickly shut down my computer, put my stuff away, and then headed into the bathroom to do my nightly thing. I brushed my teeth and stripped. Then I joined my father in my bed. He smiled at me and told me that his ass was a bit sore from the rigorous fucking Mike had given me three times last night. I laughed at that and told him we didn't have to do anything. He said he wanted to suck my dick, so we sucked each other, made out for a bit, and then snuggled together to sleep.