Date: Sat, 28 Oct 2023 11:20:55 -0600 From: King Dom Subject: Cheat Meal - 3 Cheat Meal -- 3 By: KD This story features sex between consenting adult males, two of whom happen to be related. It is 100% fictional. Any and all similarities to people dead or alive are purely coincidental. If this is not your kink, or you are not of age in your territory, then read no further. If on the other hand you are a pervert like me then pull it out, stroke it hard and release! If you enjoy the Nifty archive then be sure to donate to keep the cum flying! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Luke -- 21 5'10" 185lbs Young white twunk 6"c Dom -- 36 6'1" 235lbs Rugged rugby muscle 9"uc Colton -- 18 5'11" 204lbs RIPPED lifter physique 6'5"uc Jude -- ??? -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dom's POV I woke the next morning feeling like a goddamn king. After hours of teasing and testing Colton I'd finally split his heavy boy peach wide open. Right to its core. Twice. The second of our ruts had him start to embrace his inner faggot slut. He'd told me as he straddled my semen soaked torso how I was only the second man he'd ever fingered his hole thinking about. How when he saw me the first time at the gym he had to run to the locker room and `relieve' himself. He told me how he'd been jealous of how open and physical Luke and I were. How lucky Luke was to have a Dad like me. It was then, with my horsecock battering his teen jock boy guts, that I decided to let the ruse continue. Whether he could put it into words or not this fucker had a desperate need for a Dad to OWN him. I pulsed inside him guessing that his real desire may even lay with his own father. The man I assumed was the first stud he explored his tight teen twat thinking of. I pawed at and dug up into the fuckboy until he eventually covered me again in his milky seed. Though thin from already having fired two massive loads while pinned under me, this load drenched both me and the sheets. He let lose with a torrent as he thanked `Dad' for finally showing him what his life, his world, could be like if he accepted his true nature. After we gathered ourselves I made a show of telling him how we'd need to keep this just between us. Lied saying that Luke couldn't know I'd bedded yet another of his friends. I made him swear to silence as he left after almost daring him to stay and take my cock `til morning. As my darling Luke watched our heated goodbye from upstairs I later learned. Luke himself was equally on fire when he'd come downstairs after Colton's exit. He caught me man spreading wide and buck naked on our large sofa. My cock turning to steel once more as I huffed at the ripe worn jock I'd told Cole I was keeping. His dank teen testosterone permeated my nostrils as I thought of all the times he must have been wearing this exact same jock while I eye raped him from across the gym. Luke looked nervous when he approached me but quickly gave in to his own true nature as well and was buried pubes deep on my thick daddy dick in seconds. The stink and slimy residue of Colton's formerly cherry cunt on my cock was like candy to my piggy baby boy. It was only later he had admitted he was both turned on and scared of the lite cucking. He could sense just how anxious I was to get my wick back in my new toy. Knew without words that I didn't want this to be a one-time thing. We'd talked in depth as my last load of the night leaked from his precious puffed pussy lips. As I held him pressed to my slab like pecs I promised him he could be in control of all this. That he could decide if or when I next used his new friend. I said I'd beg off if Colton tried to set it up himself. Luke seemed relieved. Seemed content and excited again by the whole game. I felt a twinge of guilt but was glad to know he had faith in me and our love. Because I wasn't giving Colton's cunt up yet. NO way. I mean how could I? And of COURSE Luke would know everything that happened between the gym bro and I. It's not like I'd go behind his back and ACTUALLY cheat. Never. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Then came Thanksgiving break... By November my doting little Luke had set up a few different play date scenarios for Colton and I. Each time a lead up similar to before. Nearly every time Luke would mysteriously vanish just when he knew the boiling point was being reached. The last of these encounters, just days before though had been different. I'd finally taken the feral fuckboy on mine and Luke's bed. It wasn't my plan but I was the one who let it happen. See Luke had decided to `pass out' in the den with us this time in an attempt to get a front row seat to the action. He'd told me beforehand how badly he wanted to be in the room. How he needed to take in the stench of our union and hear up close and personal the verbal filth he knew we spewed. I fully supported raping my muscle slut in front of him. Fully supported the idea of cunting Coley while I forced his mouth full of his jock to `keep him from waking little Lukey' with his moans. But that isn't how it went down. We'd been high and buzzed chuckling along bineging Bob's Burgers when Colton suddenly moved close to me on the couch. So close that there was no way for it not to be seen as intimate. I was taken aback at his brazenness but couldn't say I wasn't proud of the fucker too. I was bringing out some strong qualities in the little stud and one of them was assertiveness, in the right situation. Just after his ballsy move is when my beautiful boyfriend suddenly began `dozing' off. For almost a whole episode of the show Colton alternated between moving to take long hits from the bong in front of us and cuddling back deeper into me. He repeated himself again and again until finally he was beyond blazed. Until he set his brawny body to rest firmly into the nook under my arm. His hand at my washboard abs rubbing his masculine mitt along the firm bumps covered by my sweat moistened stringer. I brought my hands behind my head and flexed my arms in a lewd diamond exposing my roid ripened pits. He grinned like a goon and immediately took his place in my wet hairy crevice. His nose rubbing and inhaling my alpha stench furiously. Another little pit pig in the making. My head fell back as I took in his lingering hero worship. My eyes darted to my boyfriend as I let my head bob down, just in time to see Lukey squeeze his own shut again. A timid dimpled grin spread across his angelic tan face. I smirked as I instructed Colton to get deep in papa's pit, telling him I wanted to taste my musk on his lips when we kissed. He continued for countless minutes more before pulling my tank to the side and relocating his attention to nursing on my right tit. I couldn't take it. The fatness of my full cock strained at my thin grey sweats. I brought my hands down while flexing wide for the boy slut's benefit. Placing one paw firmly at the back of his head I urged him towards his new favorite treat. He resisted though. He said we couldn't. `Nooooooooo. Not in front of Little Dude Daddy.' He'd protested gesturing to my `son' in hushed goofy whispers. The potent weed having brought out his full himbo persona. Well on his way to fuck dumb. I tried convincing him that my boy could sleep through anything. Even told him it wouldn't be the first time I loaded a hungry hole with Luke in the room. Before I could convince him he stopped me dead in my tracks. He took a last prolonged hit off the bong then brought his glorious almost mauve lips to mine. He shotgunned the cloud of cannabis into me. He nipped tauntingly at my own full lips before whispering... `Pluussss I wanted you to finally use me in YOUR bed Daddy. Leave my big boy stink for you to sleep in. You said it was only a place for special boys. Aren't I special?' FUCK. I had told him that to keep our rutting in the pool house. To keep us where Luke could see and watch. And one day easily find us to join in. To keep a line of respect for my partner clearly intact. But of course the remnants of alpha ego in Cole saw it as a challenge. He now made it clear he wanted to push my limits. He wanted more. I looked to my `sleeping' boy hoping to read any indication of his thoughts. I couldn't. It was at that moment Cole stood up and dropped his tight fire engine red Jed North shorts to reveal a straining HOT pink lace thong. He'd bent forward toward the coffee table bringing his hands back, fingers spread wide across the distending rounded globes of his bulbous ass cheeks, to expose his luscious stud boy cunt. Nestled between the thin taunting line of fabric was the divine pink pucker that still felt virginal even after weeks of my abuse. Fuck it I had decided. There was no telling that plump tanned pristinely hairless ass no. I'd led my eighteen-year-old plaything by the hand upstairs and raped him on my and Luke's bed. For HOURS. Not once pausing to find my phone or check in on my `son'. I didn't regret it, but I knew it was almost a step too far. It was a turning point for Luke. He told me how furious he first was until he heard how much Colton and I needed it. How our desire and heat had ignited him. He told me how furiously he stroked then. He shared how he painted the wall outside our bedroom as he knelt on the plush hall carpeting. Listening as I used and broke his lab partner open again, and again. Told me he wanted to join us finally the next time. Told me it was time to show his best friend (the first time he ever gave Colton the title formally) what a dad and son could do together. I pounded at Luke's hungry hole insatiably the next morning as I agreed to whatever he said he needed. It was also a turning point for Colton however. His texts were sluttier and more salacious than ever. More blatant in his need. He was more insistent on setting aside time between what he got just coming over to do `homework' with Luke. He said he didn't care if my boy found out. Said he hoped Luke HAD heard us our last time together. That he WANTED him to. That Luke had to know what a beast I was from my past. That I was HIS Daddy now. I let him deepen his addiction to me with every message. Playing with the boy but thinking, assuming, I was still in control. Then Thanksgiving came. Late that Thursday night young Cole all but promised me he was coming over the next morning, saying that he knew I needed the `company'. He knew I was alone. Lukey was heading back east to visit his folks for the break, he'd made up some story to Cole about visiting extended family and why he wouldn't be home with me for the holiday. Little did we know at the time that my boyfriend was giving the fucker the perfect opening to test my limits, my loyalty. I'd laughed off Cole's glistening lubed hole pics. Had chuckled at him saying he was going to `ride me from sun up `til sun down' while his parents went Black Friday shopping all day. I thought so little of it I hadn't even told Luke. Then came morning... 7 a.m. Alone in bed dead asleep I heard the doorbell chiming and the Ring app simultaneously humming on my phone. When I flicked the screen open I saw him there. Clad in skintight compression gear like he'd begun wearing in his attempt to mimic my look. Even in the grain of the doorbell footage I could see his cock distinctly hard and snaking the fabric of the Under Armour. Well FUCK. I threw a thick robe over my naked gorilla like frame and booked it downstairs. Composing myself before opening the door I realized how dangerous the water we currently were wading into was. I checked my reflection and reached for the door, stretching and pretending to yawn as I swung it open. Big mistake. The movement only served to widen the opening of my robe until it was barely concealing my chubbing cock. "Colton!" Faux surprise. "Luke isn't here son, he's visiting his mom's side of the family back east for the weekend. Must have forgotten to tell ya..." I was scrambling to seem nonchalant, thrown from my usually self-assured nature. "Oh no he told me Sir!" The young hunk's deep broish voice sounded chipper. "That's why I'm here. He actually asked me to keep ya company while he was away and I figured today was perfect being that my folks are off to the sales." Oh? So Luke HAD planned this after all? An early Christmas surprise for me? Maybe... Or maybe young Colton was just saying what I needed to hear. Maybe this was just enough of an excuse to take it further. Past the limits I just moments ago worried we were approaching. But he couldn't know I needed permission. He must have really talked to my `son'. Right? I mean why should I doubt the boy if he said it? Plus it was Thanksgiving. Didn't I deserve a cheat meal? My fucktoy stood there beaming with bravado and palpable lust awaiting my response. When he licked his lips my mind was made up. "Well damn. Isn't that just like my bubba to think of his old man home alone with nothing to DO." "You raised a good boy Daddy." I cocked a wide grin at that. "I certainly did it seems..." A quick bear hug around the his trim waist and I was pulling the boy inside. We crossed the threshold, the door slamming behind. His hands wandered exploringly from my broad back to the exposed forest of my chest pelt. He combed his nails though the wiry fur, scraping at the rock hard Daddy flesh beneath. He continued on. Lowering his groping. Pawing intently at the barely tied knot of my terry cloth robe. Dropped to his knees right there in the foyer, discretion no longer needed. Panting like a pup he huffed hungrily at my crotch and taint musk. Moaning loudly how much he needed this as he dug his nose into my low hanging seed filled ball sack. "Just you and me now Daddy." His lips pursed and he moved to nurse at the large drops of pre that had formed at my slit. It came oozing out as he slid my foreskin back. He lapped his tongue eagerly at the sweetly pungent bull nectar. Causing my obscenely large member to visibly thicken in his hands as he suckled my viscous pre seed. "Yeah Little Man? That what you been wanting? Alone time with DAD?" Fuck it right? If we were going to let it out then we were going to let it ALL out. See Cole had been mortified about one thing following our first fuck. The lite incest play had beyond embarrassed him. He'd blushed swearing he didn't mean it. Insisted he didn't mean to let `Dad' and `Daddy' become interchangeable. He'd said I of all people had to understand. That when I called him `son' I clearly didn't mean it like I did to my own boy. I told him I never let that kind of hang up keep me from exploring the taboo kink. Told him Luke was a stunning twunk fucker and that if he wasn't my own flesh and blood, that if I could, I'd be giving him exactly what I was giving Cole. The exchange had been over text but I knew I had triggered the teen. He later admitted how it had made him cum reading how I saw my son. But still he swore he wasn't like that. I knew he was fighting to hide his perverted needs. His feelings for his own old man. But he wouldn't fight it today. I wouldn't let him. If he thought he had the upper hand by showing up on my doorstep unannounced then I'd remind him who the Daddy was in this pairing. "See how that made you shiver son?" I said reaching down to run the backs of my fingers at the dark blonde of his lightly stubbled cheeks. "Stop fighting it kid. You know you want to be Dad's special boy. Isn't that what you said last time? You know it's why you're really here. And you know Dad wants it too huh Little Man?" His body shuddered but he never stopped his nursing of my throbbing rod. He was crimson red and had his eyes squeezed tightly shut but finally, begrudgingly, he gave a barely perceptible affirmative nod. "Tell me then son. Tell Dad what you want." He hesitated. "I thought you were a big boy. Dad's Little Man. Don't be a fucking pussy now Coley. That ain't how I raised ya kid. SAY IT." He pulled off with an audible pop. He glared at being called out as a pussy. THERE was the cocky fucker I had craved the moment he entered our gym. There was the ego. The need to prove himself. He stared up at me as he chose his truth. "I want it Dad." He looked truly shocked that he was admitting it. Only for a moment. Then it washed over him. He gave in in a flood. "Fuck. FUCK. Fucking hell. I want my Dad. I want MY Dad to use me. To make me HIS cunt. I NEED it Sir." There we go. I chuckled down over him, the early morning light casting my hulking shadow over the ripped boy god. "Yeah baby? You want to nurse on the same thick uncut cock that made you? Taste where you came from kiddo? Want your big ol' Dad to give you what he knows you crave?" I then noticed him fishing in the pocket of his skintight leggings. Pulling from it a little bottle with the word RUSH printed brightly across it. He'd apparently came prepared. He was well on his way to full on fuckslut now. He whimpered and released my turgid meat and took several deep hits. He needed the help of the amyl to break through his last little hesitance. I slapped my heavy flesh bat at his cheeks as he held his last huff in. Thwack. Thwack! THWACK. I did it until he let the breath go. His body flushed. Suddenly on fire. His eyes glazed over in the bliss of his mini high. He giggled and lapped at my slit again. "Show me how you made me Dad. Please. Please show me how you owned that pussy when you knocked mom up. Give me that, please, Papa." I reached my hand out for him to take. "Then come with me SON." -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Luke's POV I was laying there lazily naked in my childhood bed. Boy cock stiff in hand while I scrolled Twitter (X?) stroking slowly to DILF after dreamy DILF. I'd been back in my hometown three days already and hadn't had time to enjoy blowing a load. Sure I'd jerked out quick nuts in the shower, much like I had in my early teens, but I needed a REAL fucking release. I wasn't used to more than a day or two of not getting slutted to my core by Dom. He matched my demanding sex drive point for point. And then some on many occasion. So with my folks finally gone to shop and my baby brother off to lift with friends I had gotten some much needed alone time. I was BRCICKED as I perved out to my feed. Thankful Dom had reminded me to pack a fresh bottle of poppers. I was teasing my short shaft, longing for the rough touch of my Daddy, when the Ring app shook my phone. I ignored it assuming once again a bird scurrying through the front courtyard of our home had set it off. A ridiculously common and annoying occurrence. I went back to stroking it but moments later another vibration. A delivery maybe? My shopaholic bear was known to get frequent packages after all. I clicked the app open. Wanting to let whoever was attempting to deliver said package know that my man was sound asleep upstairs and that they could just leave it. I knew my lover had planned a lazy day for himself and didn't want this to ruin it. The feed finally connected and I heard Dom's bass filled voice. FUCK they had already awoken my sleepy beast. But wait... `...he's visiting his mom's side of the family back east for the weekend. Must have forgotten to tell ya." I knew the responding voice, knew the ridiculously well rounded outlines of the figure that was at my doorstep. FUCK FUCK FUCK. My lab partner, my new best friend, stood there grinning mouthwateringly up at Dom. On stunning lurid display in front of my equally enticing boyfriend. A muscle pig offering standing before a true fuck god. Someone was trying to drop off quite the PACKAGE indeed. `Oh no he told me Sir! That's why I'm here. He actually asked me to keep ya company while he was away and I figured today was perfect being...' THE FUCK I DID! The little motherfucker was making a play for my unsuspecting boyfriend. Thankfully Dom would know better. He knew our rule that only I would set up their encounters. That I was in control of the `cucking'. I waited to hear him rebuff the buff preening boy slut. I kept waiting. He never did. `Well damn. Isn't that just like my bubba to think of his old man home alone with nothing to do.' The way he growled the word `DO'... `You raised a good boy Daddy.' `I certainly did it seems.' Dom chuckled and I could practically hear him licking his lips. Colton now stepped forward until only the giant bubble of his ass was in frame. Dom's hands wrapped around the lean waist of fuckboy he believed I sent him. I could hear the familiar slamming of the heavy wooden door as they moved out of the doorbell's sight line. My stomach dropped. He wouldn't really believe this would he? Wouldn't he? We were both known to surprise the other with sexual indulgences. But none quite like this. None quite as big. None that took place with me a thousand miles away. But Colton did say I told him to go over. He had given the perfect permission. The perfect lie. The only thing that may just make my man believe it, make him WANT to believe it. I sat lost in stupor for minutes before shaking myself back and hitting call on Dom's number. Long digital rings came, one after the other with no answer. His voicemail now beseeched me to leave a message or call his office. I tried again. Again. Nothing. I typed a desperate one word text message. `STOP!' I typed on telling him it was a lie. That I had NOT set this scene into motion. Then the Ring app vibrated again. This time I launched it with zero hesitation. The cam that was activated wasn't the front door though. It was the angle that overlooked the L-shaped garage bay at the side of the house. I opened it just in time to see Dom's dark Range Rover pulling out. I was momentarily relieved. Clearly the boy's plan hadn't gone as he hoped. Dom must have known better. Except as I looked closer I saw two figures in the front seats. The love of my life and the guy I'd come to consider my best friend. Both grinning wildly like partners in crime. FUCK. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Colton's POV "Then come with me SON." His voice rumbled deeply setting all the butterflies in my well defined stomach off. I took his hand to stand and then trailed him. He turned swiftly, robe flowing open, his rock hard cock bobbing like a homing rod in front of him. He sauntered towards the kitchen. Visions of him bending me over the wide marble island flooded my mind. Something I had imagined my own father doing to me in our kitchen. Bent bred over mom's precious carrara marble... I began to struggle at my painted on compression tank, eager to get it off. To be taken by my man. Eager to be his boy. His SON for the day. "Whoa whoa whoa tiger." His evil chuckle sent shivers through me again. Made me want to give him anything. "We are gonna go on a little adventure first." "An adventure sir? "An adventure WHAT?" I knew that tone well by now. I corrected myself as my cock hardened more than I knew it could. "An adventure Dad?" The way he bit his lips when I said it made my legs almost give way. "I thought being that we have the whole day you may want the full `father son bonding experience'." GULP. "Wha, what'd you have in mind Pops?" His broad cloth covered shoulders bounced as he chuckled leerily at the nickname. His back turned to me as he dug in a cabinet. "Well, if I'm gonna rape ya son you gotta show `Pops' you can take it. Show me what a big strong boy you are." His voice was damn near devilish. He spun back to me winking. Protein shakers in hand. He set them quickly down and then went back to grab a small black tub I recognized from my trips to Vitamin Shoppe. Pre workout. "Dad?" "What'd ya say we have a little lift together kiddo? Can go to my buddie's gym. We can play this out just like you've dreamed of boy. Can call me Dad, POPS, and everyone will believe it. Can know what it's like to have the special bond that Lukey and I do..." I was a faucet, flooding my jock with pre. "You're buddy won't question it Sir, D-d-dad?" "Let's just say he will enjoy the ruse as much as we do, Son." OH. "So he's that kind of `buddy'." He nodded and laughed at my flushing face. "He is. Hell. Who knows maybe you and he will be buddies someday." He stripped his robe off rolling it into a ball and tossing it at me. "Make the pre son. I need to piss and throw some gear on." Five short minutes later he was back and ready to head out. He was dressed almost matching me. I melted. DILF vibes dripped from his every pore and I hoped he would be proud to claim me as his for the day. We downed the pre and hopped in his Range and were off. I couldn't stop grinning. This was the first time we'd really truly been alone and while it could have been awkward it wasn't. He had his large palm on my quad the entire time we drove. He asked about how my holiday had been. Asked about class and my upcoming exams. He was paternal to a fault but that didn't stop him from dropping in taint tingling teases. "You gonna be okay with your old man helping you with form today kiddo? I may have to get real close to help ya master Dad's technique." I'd shudder and try and flirt back but really all I wanted to do was let him lead me. By now I would follow him anywhere and into anything. I trusted him when after my first seeding he said he'd take care of me as I explored my need to be used, my need to be owned by a MAN. All these weeks later and the only thing I knew was that the only man I looked up to more, needed approval from just as much, was my actual father. What would he think if he saw me now? Like this? I mean I was no stranger to my dad commenting on my physique. No stranger to him touching me in a perfunctory inspection as I prepared for shows. The life of a competitive lifter quickly makes you familiar with the routine way men appraise each other in this realm. Jocular squeezes and requests to flex and flaunt. The bond of the sport was intimate, a bodybuilder's brotherhood. It was what had awoken something deep in me at 13. My coach told dad and I very frankly that I was too scrawny, too little to seriously make a go of it in wrestling. He'd asked if I was willing to do what it took to grow and earn my spot. My dad had said yes for both of us. The next weekend Coach had taken us to see a former student of his compete, and win, in a big physique show. Afterwards he took us backstage to catch up with his former pupil. I had never seen a man like him. Sure my dad had been in decent shape before his college injuries slowed him down. Coach was a stud too. But not like this god. Jude had been gracious, told me how he'd been smaller than me before Coach bulked him up. Showed me pics of his scrawny ass pre lifting. He'd laughed as he warned me that I may end up like him though, more addicted to building my body than using it for mat combat. The way he captivated me. The way he smelled. The way each muscle bound specimen showed him respect. The way each of those ALPHA beasts wanted to praise him. BE him. That was when I knew. I wanted to do what he did. And Jude had been right. I in fact ended up more addicted to this life than any thought of wrestling. I gave it my all to be competing by 16. Learning the ins and outs as I used my coursing teen testosterone and energy to hone and craft my body. By the time I turned eighteen just four months prior I had a handful of accolades under my belt. I was a beast and people knew it. My dad said it me daily beaming with pride. My Dad... Would he proud of me now? Proud of how I had become Dom's boy whore. Wanted to be HIS, my own father's, filthy faggot. FUCK I was twisted. But something in my gut told me it was okay. Something told me to follow Dom's lead just as I had followed Coach's prized pupil, Jude, years before. Dom's leg squeezing my corded quad brought me out of my thought. "What's on your mind son?" I answered honestly. "Just thinking how much I want to make my Pops proud." I meant both of them. "Trust me son, you already are. Ready?" I looked up and realized we were in a nice little upscale shopping center. In front of me was the gym where I'd get to live out my fantasy. "Welcome to Iron Temple kid. It's one of my fave spots to lift. Think you'll enjoy it too." His teasing wink and smile... "Let's go get ya pumped for Daddy." I shook my head enthusiastically and followed his lead hopping out of the SUV. When we walked trough the doors of the gym I was taken aback. The place was on another level of nice. A designer fitness club more than a gym. Sleek in appearance with every detail. Yet somehow it reeked in the best way. Man stink hung heavy and thick in the air and my barely relaxed boy cock was again fighting the fabric of my jock and tights. "FUCK Dad." The first time I said it out loud in public. "This place is heaven." He brought his rough lips to me left ear. "Yeah I thought a little piggy like you would see it's appeal." His hand had rested momentarily on my wide set trap before he trailed it lingeringly down my spine stopping and opening his palm flat on the sweaty, slim, small of my back. "Holy goddamn Hell do my weary eyes deceive me?" Out of a nearby brushed metal side door marked `Employee's Only' popped an imposing jovial figure that I was at once ecstatic and terrified to recognize... -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dom's POV "FUCK your weary eyes!" The man in front of us was a long-time slut and friend of mine. A stud near to my own stature who was as much vers as he was depraved and well-muscled. "I'm shocked the big boss man even graces this place with his presence these days." I said laughing at the man's faux indignation. "Sounds like someone still regrets not investing when he had the chance." "Regrets not investing in this DUMP? Please. I mean for fucks sake the whole damn place smells like a goddamn used jockstrap." I bit my lips as I said it and lifted my eyebrows playfully at him. "Yeah, you suddenly mind big guy?" We all knew better. "Anyway. Jude I'd like you to meet my boy, my son Cole." Jude's eyes bulged. "Well FUCK me, your son eh...?" Stay Tuned! For character reference pics feel free to drop me an email. As always feedback is welcome! TheKingDomWrites@proton.me