Date: Fri, 4 Dec 2020 01:06:41 -0800 From: RJ Subject: Common Law - Ch. 13 Common Law by RJ Meyers This piece of fiction is about a teenager who finds himself co-parenting his son with his father. If you are offended by themes of incest and adult/youth, do not read. If you have any questions or comments about this piece, want to know about any of my other works, or just want to reach out, please don't hesitate to email me. If you would like to be added to a mailing list for this story (or all stories) and receive emails about any updates, let me know. A list of my works, including links and descriptions, can be found here: https://bit.ly/2S5IYDI Please also consider donating to Nifty if you can: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. Any amount helps. ~ Chapter 13 ~ I feel how Mason probably feels when I hear the front door open. All that's going through my head is "Dad's home!!!" All I feel is that jittery excitement coursing through me, practically making my fingers twitch. I abandon my homework and quickly make my way downstairs, smiling before I even get a glimpse of his sturdy frame -- and I grin even wider when I see his amused expression in response to how eager I seem. "Hey handsome," he says, shutting the door with one of his boots. "C'meeere," I whine with a laugh before practically vaulting into his arms once he drops his overnight bag to the floor. As soon as I hug him, I let our lips clash together. I'm nearly two days overdue for a kiss. I could barely sit through class today without thinking about how I'd soon get Daddy's lips on mine. Right now, it feels like the sweetest form of relief. He chuckles against my lips, holding me close. "Mmm, you should greet me like this every time I come home." "Don't wanna spoil you," I murmur. He grins before kissing me again, his strong hands sliding down my back to cup my ass. "You missed me, huh?" "Too much," I murmur, untucking his t-shirt so I can slide my hands underneath the fabric and touch his skin. He hums once my fingers make contact with bare flesh, squeezing each of my cheeks a little more intently. "Missed you too, babe," he says, holding me close. I take a moment to just soak in his warmth, getting all cozy and melty before I realize something. "Where's Jack?" I ask suddenly, remembering today's plans. "And Mason? I thought you were picking him up?" "Jack will," Dad explains. "He decided to drive himself down, offered to snag the lil guy." I chuckle. "He's probably driving the poor man insane," I tease, lightly dragging my fingernails down my dad's back. "Yeah, well, he needs a little bit of that energy," Dad says, frowning slightly. I sigh. "Not doin' so hot?" Dad shrugs a bit. "Up and down, I guess," he says, working his hands up and starting to stroke the full length of my arms. "But that's why I invited him. To cheer him up, you know? Remind him he still has family." I smile, nodding with understanding. "We got it covered," I say before grinning. "Plus, I loaded up the pantry and everything." He chuckles a bit, patting my arms before murmuring "Good boy" and then kissing the center of my forehead. He pushes me back a hair so that there's enough room for him to bend down and unlace his boots. He kicks them off with a grunt before standing up, taking my hand, and leading us to the couch. I smirk a bit as I watch him sit down, spread his legs, and then pat his thigh. "Wanna sit on Daddy's lap?" Hell yes I do. I smirk as I head over to the couch, planting my ass right in his lap and making him grunt a bit before he sighs happily. I sit at a slight angle so that he can slip his hand up my shirt and lightly scratch my back. As he drags his nails up and down, I let out a soft hum, whispering "That feels so good." "I know what you like," he tells me, chuckling a bit. For almost a half an hour, we just sit there catching up about the past couple of days. Dad maintains a steady movement on my back before eventually switching to wrapping his arms around me. He hugs me close while we chat in low voices about all the junk Jack had to get rid of, of the classes I've been taking, of an art project Mason and I started working on the other night, and of how much I missed him over the span of only forty-eight or so hours. Suddenly, we hear the front door click before it's pushed open, inviting in a wave of combined little-boy and jolly-man energy. I'm surprised at first to see Jack so... well, *normal* -- but I can see the effect our boy has on the big lug. He's not the sad, grieving mess I expected to see. He's just normal Jack. "Well, hello, gentlemen," Jack says brightly, ushering Mason inside. I watch my boy, who's smiling ear to ear, shuck off his backpack and his shoes before rushing into the living room, eager to greet us. He greets his papa first, expressing that he missed his teddy-bear-man. "Hey Jack," I say before Mason can hop into my lap and steal my lips for a quick kiss. Smiling, I stroke my boy's hair and whisper "Hi" to him. I hear Dad chuckle behind me before he says hello to his friend as well. "Seems Mason cheered you up a bit," Dad comments. Jack chuckles as he takes his own shoes off. "My own little pick-me-up," he says merrily before carrying himself to the couch. He lets himself fall back into the cushions with a deep sigh, stretching out a bit. "How are you doin', Mitch?" he asks just as Mason wiggles his way between his grandpa and his "uncle." "Doing alright," I say. "Just school and work and whatnot." I eye Jack, wondering how he'll answer the same question. "How are *you*, though?" He just shrugs, but his smile doesn't completely wane. "Hangin' in there," he says before smiling down at Mason when the boy cozies up to him more. "You promised we'd play with Bowser," Mason says. "Ah, yeah, I know, little elfie," Jack says, patting the boy's thigh. "Just give me a few minutes. I haven't seen your daddy in a while." "Alright," Mason says with a sigh before glancing at me and Dad. Then, he looks up at Jack. "Can I sit on your lap at least?" I chuckle a bit. Guess he just doesn't want to be left out, huh? "Sure, buddy," Jack says before patting his thighs. "Hop on up." Giggling like he was granted the ultimate treat, he climbs up into Jack's lap and gets himself comfortable, going so far as to ensure Jack has his big arms wrapped around him. Then, he lies his head back against his chest. "Comfy?" Dad asks Mason. Mason nods slowly, closing his eyes for a moment. "Mhm." And so, the four of us rest like this, with the two youngest lounging in the laps of the two eldest while we chat quietly. Jack asks questions to probe the general state of my life, and I in turn ask some catch-up questions while doing my best to avoid upsetting him in any way. If he's in a good mood now, I want it to last. For the rest of the day, we all just hang out. Jack and Mason first take some time to play with Bowser (which gives Dad and I enough time to enjoy a quick oral session in the bathroom) before we all relax in the backyard and soak in a little sunshine. Mason's taken it upon himself to be in charge of entertainment, so he initiates activities or otherwise brings out board games for us to play -- but regardless of what we're doing, we're doing it all together. That togetherness seems most important for Jack right now. Dad wants him to feel included and appreciated and loved, and that's exactly how we're all going to make him feel -- because he is. It's a long, pleasant evening of laughs, movies, and (for the two older guys) beer drinking before it's time to start getting ready for bed. Dad and I get ready together because we want to discuss amongst ourselves a recent email from my coach-dad pen pal, who expressed how he purposefully "showed himself" to his son. It was a quick email, like he was in a rush to write and send it, so Dad and I spend time grinning and speculating as to what the boy may have thought... or perhaps done in response. We also end up stroking each other off while we chat, knowing Mason's preoccupied with taking his bath and getting ready for bed as well. Once we finish, Dad's all parched, so I head downstairs to grab a glass of water for him and also check in on Jack and ensure that he knows he can sleep in Mason's old room rather than the couch like he used to. Pulling on a pair of boxer briefs, I head out of the bedroom and down the hallway. I pause at the top of the staircase when I hear something distinct and unusual: crying. It's definitely Jack that's crying. I'd recognize Mason anywhere -- and besides, this voice is far more adult. I feel a light pang in my chest and am about to make my way back to the bedroom to inform my father when I hear Mason's voice coming from the same area. "It's okay, Uncle Jack." Jack sniffles and clears his throat a bit. "Sorry y-you gotta s-see me like this, bu-buddy," he gets out, clearly trying to laugh it off. "Don't be sorry," Mason says sweetly. "Daddy says it's okay to cry sometimes." I smile slightly to myself before sneaking down a few steps to peer into the living room. Jack's on the couch, still dressed in his jeans and oversized short-sleeve button-up, and Mason's in his undies sitting beside him. The boy has a hand resting gently on the man's thigh as if consoling him. What a sweetheart my kid is. "He's right," Jack says, resting one hand on Mason's shoulder and wiping his nose with the back of the other. "I just do too much crying these days." "Because your mom died?" Mason asks curiously. Jack twitches for a moment at Mason's bluntness but nods. "Yeah," he says softly. "You must miss her," Mason comments. "Mhm," Jack says with a nod. "I do, elfie. Lots. She's family, you know?" "Yeah," Mason responds, looking down for a moment. "I'd be sad if Daddy or Papa died." "Gotta keep 'em close, buddy," Jack says, reaching over to ruffle the boy's hair. "Always tell 'em you love 'em." "I do!" Mason says, looking momentarily worried. Jack smiles at him through watery eyes. "Then you're doing great. Keep it up, alright?" When Mason nods, Jack leans back against the couch with a sigh, peering at the boy curiously. "You ever feel sad you don't have a mom?" Mason just shrugs, shifting so that he's leaning against Jack's side. "No. I have Daddy," he says. "And Papa." Jack smiles tenderly at his "nephew," patting his head before wrapping an arm around him. "That you do, kiddo. And they love you lots." "Do *you* love me lots?" Mason asks cheekily, causing Jack to let out a bright laugh. "Like family, little guy." By now, Jack has softened up, giving Mason tender strokes of his hair. "I've got a lotta love for you in this big ol' body of mine." Mason giggles at that. "I love you too, Uncle Jack. And your big body." Jack snorts. "Well now you're just pokin' fun at me." "Nuh uh," Mason says, quickly crawling up into Jack's lap to hug him. "You're soft and fun to cuddle with." Jack, who looks a little red in the face, just smiles and lightly wraps an arm around Mason. "Well, lucky for me, you make a damn good cuddling partner." Mason giggles and rests his head against Jack's shoulder, arms wrapped around his neck. At one point, he tilts his face up and kisses Jack on his bearded jaw, smiling. Jack smiles too, but he looks... uncomfortable, maybe. "I already told you, kid: you shouldn't do that," Jack says, patting Mason's side. "Why not?" Mason asks. "'Cause it makes me feel things," Jack admits. "I already have to resist you every time I see you." I feel my eyebrows shoot up, forming creases in my forehead. What did Jack just say? He has to resist Mason when he sees him? Does that mean...? "But I like giving kisses," Mason says, reinforcing that point with another kiss to the man's cheek. Jack laughs softly. "I know you do. But save those little lips of yours for your daddy, alright?" Mason pouts but relents. "Fiiine," he says, going back to resting on Jack's shoulder. I notice my heart has picked up a beat, repeating Jack's words in my head over and over. Resist? Resist what, exactly? I find my eyes drawn to where Jack's and Mason's laps meet, wondering what's going on in the big man's boxers when he looks at my son, or cuddles him, or receives those sweet little kisses... But for now, I put my curiosity aside and make my presence known, finishing my journey down the stairs. "Hey, you two," I say. Mason lifts his head and smiles over at me. "Hi, Daddy." "Think it's about bedtime, mister," I tell him. "C'mon." Mason whines a bit, but Jack, after "discreetly" wiping away tears, manages to convince the boy that sleep is important -- and that he'll be here in the morning waiting for him. At that news, Mason's less reluctant to get up and come take my hand. "Where's Uncle Jack sleeping?" he asks me. "In your old room. Can't have him sleep on that old couch when there's a perfectly good bed," I say. At that, I look over at Jack and give him a soft smile. He already knows Mason typically sleeps with me and Dad. "That'd be excellent," Jack says, hoisting himself up and sighing heavily before grabbing his bags off the nearby couch. "Lead the way, boys!" The three of us head upstairs, and I direct Mason to the bathroom to brush his teeth before asking Jack if he needs anything: spare blankets, an extra pillow, the small TV... But he declines, thanking me and telling me he's just eager to get some rest. I just nod and let him get himself situated, tell him "You know where to find us if you need anything" before heading to the master bedroom. For a moment, I'm distracted by the sight of Dad shirtless and stretching out his back as soon as I enter. I get a surge of horniness through my core and groin even though we've gotten off twice today before I clear my throat to get his attention. He turns and then smiles, looking me up and down. "No waters?" Ah, shit. That was the whole reason I went downstairs. "Sorry," I say. "Got distracted." Dad looks amused and shakes his head. "By what? Mason lookin' extra cute tonight?" He thinks I'm being playful, but I want to have a sincere conversation about this. "Actually, it was something Jack said." His smile disappears, and he looks both concerned and intrigued. "What'd he say?" I reiterate how I happened upon Jack crying and Mason trying to console him, how they talked openly about how they were feeling, and when Mason kissed Jack's cheek. "But he told Mason to stop," I tell Dad, "because he 'already has to resist him every day'." Now, I know Dad isn't the most expressive person, and even though he's become more expressive over the past year or so, it's sometimes still difficult to detect any shift in emotion. And right now, I can't see *anything*. He doesn't seem surprised at all, especially when he tops it off with an acknowledging "Huh" as if saying "How 'bout that?" in a disingenuous way. "Does that not sound strange to you?" I ask. He shrugs a bit before looking away. "I don't know," he says. And he leaves it at that. My father isn't one to typically "not know" things he could easily have an opinion on, so I squint a bit, suspicious. Part of me wants to ask more, but suddenly, Mason enters the bedroom, teeth clean and smiling. "Ready for bed?" I ask him. "Yeah," he says before hugging my hip and looking up at me. "Can I sleep with Uncle Jack?" I arch my brow. "Really?" "Yeah. He's sad." I feel a very familiar rush of affection for my boy, stroking my fingers through his hair. "Gonna keep him company, huh?" "Mhm!" Mason says cheerfully. "I like making him smile." Because I'm intrigued rather than irked by Jack's comment, I don't hesitate to agree. If there's anything I know, it's that Jack would never harm my child. "Kiss Papa goodnight, then, and we'll head over." Dad and Mason share a quick, loving kiss and a goodnight hug before I bring Mason down the hallway to the boy's old room, where Jack has dressed down to a sleep shirt and boxers. "Hey," I say, announcing our presence. Jack turns at the sound of my voice, and smiles as Mason enters the room and goes straight for the bed. "Hey, little man." "You've got company for the night," I say, leaning against the doorway. "That okay with you?" Jack looks surprised, glancing at me, then Mason, then me again. "Uhhh... Yeah, sure. If it's alright with you." "Of course it is," I say with a smile -- but I eye him curiously, especially when he looks positively elated by Mason's presence. I can't help but wonder... what's really going on here? Maybe that's a dumb question, because I'm fairly certain I understand what Jack's words to Mason meant... But how can I confirm it? I keep an eye on Jack over the next couple of days, watching how he interacts with Mason -- and I find myself reading into specific dynamics that I hadn't really noticed before. There are lingering hugs, special high-fives, secret but playful inside jokes, and longing (or what I assume to be longing) stares from Jack. But what really confirms it is the most obvious thing: the tent. Jack and I are subjecting ourselves to one of Mason's favorite shows, with my son situated comfortably in Jack's lap. Ever since Jack has started to stay over, Mason's been a bit all over him. Frankly, though, I'm not surprised. He gets to love up on me and his papa every day. Jack is more of a rarity, so he must just be getting his time in. Once Dad calls us all in for dinner, Mason, eager to feast, hops off of Jack's lap. Then, as Jack stands up, I notice him grunt and hunch a bit. It's evident that he does his best to adjust himself as discreetly as possible, but I notice. I see it. He's hard as a rock in his pants. I think about the implications of this during dinner. I can't exactly be upset, can I? It's not like Dad and I are going to be the only ones who feel something for Mason. But Jack? It's surprising. I've never known Jack as a sexual being, aside from Dad's jerk-off stories about him. He's never had a significant other, never engaged in locker room talk, never expressed attraction towards *anyone*... that I know of, at least. So the fact that any semblance of sexuality is potentially directed towards Mason is intriguing the hell out of me. After the meal, Jack and Mason go upstairs to feed Bowser while Dad and I hang back to handle the dishes -- for which I'm glad. At this point, I'm desperate to talk to Dad about all of this and gain some insight on his friend. Maybe he'll be able to shed some clarity on Jack. While Dad handles the washing, I bring all the dishes to the sink for him and then start loading the dishwasher with whatever he's rinsed off. There, I decide to speak up. "So... you're close with Jack," I state. Dad pauses and looks at me before nodding. "And you told him about us." Again, another nod, followed by a hesitant "Uh huh." He must know I'm getting at something in particular. Otherwise, he wouldn't seem so awkward right now. "Have you told him about us and Mason?" I ask. Dad maintains eye contact for a few seconds before turning back to his task at hand. "No, I haven't," he says, rinsing off one of our plates. "So, he doesn't know anything?" "Nope." He hands me the plate without looking at me. "Why not?" I ask. "I thought you tell him everything." "Yeah, but..." For once, he doesn't have words. He just trails off and doesn't finish his sentence. "This is different." I sigh through my nose, feeling a little frustrated, like he's keeping something from me. I decide to just spill it. If I want a genuine response, I should just be forward with him. "I think Jack wants Mason." Dad glances at me for only a split second before looking back at his soapy hands scrubbing away at a particularly stubborn bowl. Once again, he doesn't look surprised by my comment. "You're not gonna say anything?" "What do you want me to say, Mitch?" he asks, sounding tired. "Whatever it is you're fucking hiding," I whisper, leaning in more and doing my best not to get angry. We're supposed to be open with each other, so I'm not sure what his deal is. "What's going on?" Dad hesitates before shaking his head. "I can't tell you. Just drop it." "Are you serious?" "Mitch, don't make me compromise my values," Dad says, suddenly sounding very stern and paternal as he shuts off the water and finally meet my gaze. "I made a promise." At first, I'm a bit caught off guard by his sudden shift in tone. But after a small moment of reflection, I realize that that's all the confirmation I need. I mean, what other secret could it be? What else could this promise refer to? How else would Dad be "compromising his values" if not by divulging Jack's biggest secret? Dad was open with Jack about his feelings concerning me when I was younger, but I never stopped to consider *why*. How did they end up so close that Dad admitted such a thing? Is it because Jack understood all too well? "If you want to know, you go to Jack," Dad says. "Don't come to me." Quickly, he turns away from me and focuses on the dishes, leaving me to my thoughts... and boy, there are many. It's easy enough for Dad to tell me not to come to him, but how am I supposed to address this with Jack? I love the guy, but our connection isn't deep or robust enough for me to just ask, "Hey, Jack! Do you wanna fuck my kid?" If I'm going to broach the issue, it'd have to be more nuanced... But then again, does it even need to be addressed? Is it even an issue? Even if Jack is harboring some secret attraction for my son, I know without a doubt he'd never do anything about it. But there's another angle to think about this from... and that's if something happened. If he *did* do something with Mason... would that really be such a bad thing? I mean, what if Mason wants that? Should I deny *him* as well? After thinking about it from that perspective, I decide I should first talk it over with my boy and see where he stands before doing anything else. Another day goes by, and I get an opportunity to discuss things with my son when he arrives home from school and interrupts my homework session. He climbs up into my lap with his backpack still on and kisses me hello before informing me all about his day. I smile and listen attentively, spending a fair few minutes discussing upcoming projects before he asks about my day. I tell him about my classes and homework before I start switching gears. "Hey, kiddo," I say softly, ensuring I have his full attention. "Been meaning to ask you something." He peers up at me before sitting up straight. "Yeah?" "So you know how you and me and Papa, we love each other, right? Love each other special?" He nods, understanding me so far. "And how, because we're a special family, we do fun, naughty things sometimes? And it feels good, and intimate, like we're as close as can be?" Here, he grins a little bit but otherwise just nods. "When you think about Uncle Jack, do you feel those same things?" He looks away momentarily to ponder my question, and I can tell he's thinking about it seriously. I give him a bit to think about his answer, but he responds with a clarification question. "Like, do I want to have sex with Uncle Jack?" I smile patiently. I guess that's what I'm getting at. "Yeah. Do you?" Mason giggles slightly, playing with the hem of his shorts for a moment before shrugging. "I thought about it," he admits, looking embarrassed a bit. I resist laughing, wondering if that shy reaction means he's thought about it more often than he's letting on. "It's okay," I tell him. "I'm not gonna be mad if you wanted to do stuff with Uncle Jack." Mason bites his lip as he looks at me before leaning in, smiling as we share this secret. "He's just so soft and nice," Mason says. "I wanna see him naked." I snort, nodding. "Yeah, I bet you do, little monkey," I tease, tickling him briefly. I guess there's no need to discuss this much further. I know my boy, and I think it's clear that if something were to happen, it'd be consensual on Mason's end. "You know somethin' else? I bet if you wanted to play with him, he'd say yes." He looks intrigued by my blessing. "Really?" "Mhm. I'm pretty sure. And if he wants to, and *you* want to..." I trail off to let Mason fill in the blank. "Then we can do sexy stuff?" I smile gently at him. "I don't see the harm. But if you choose to... just let me know, okay?" I want to maintain a proper stream of dialogue between us, to keep checking in on my boy to ensure that he's comfortable and okay. That's the most important thing. Mason nods and smiles at me before giving me a hug, resting his head against my shoulder. "I will, Daddy." Over the next couple of days, I keep anticipating Mason popping in to tell me something that happened between him and Jack, but nothing seems to occur. Everything remains unchanged. They keep up their cuddles and their inside jokes and their playful giggles like normal -- until the weekend, that is. Mason has only slept with Jack twice since his arrival: the first night, and one night where they both crashed on the couch while watching a movie. So it's a surprise, then, when I awake in the middle of the night to not find Mason in bed with me and Dad. But thirst is what woke me up in the first place, and I gently move Dad's arm off of me so that I can slip out of bed, stretch, and groggily pace out of the room with the intention of heading into the kitchen. Before I hit the stairs, though, I hear soft conversation behind the door of Mason's old room. Curious, I lean my ear in closer and listen, wondering what they're talking about at one in the morning. "--so beautiful, kiddo," Jack's voice says. "Probably the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. Or, at least, that's what I thought at the time, heh." "But you didn't like kissing her?" Mason asks. "Just didn't feel... special, I guess. Like I thought it would." There's some rustling here, like Jack is shifting around. "What about you, handsome? You have your first kiss?" Mason giggles. "Of course." Mason's declaration of the obvious seems to make Jack laugh harder than usual. "Oh yeah? Who?" "Daddy!" Mason says. "And Papa." Jack chuckles again. "Okay, sure, but I mean a real kiss, kiddo. Where it feels special." "It *does* feel special," Mason explains. "Oh," Jack says, pausing. "Well... I don't know. Maybe you just haven't had a *real* real kiss yet." I can almost picture Mason frowning at the notion of something existing that he hasn't yet experienced. "What makes it a real kiss?" "Just... huh," Jack says, seeming stumped. "I guess I can't really explain it." "Can you show me?" I find myself pushing my ear against the door even more, not wanting to miss a word. "Uhh... I don't--" "Pleeease?" Mason asks desperately. "I... um..." Jack just continues to stammer when Mason butts in with "I can kiss real good." After he clears his throat, I hear someone patting something, and I imagine Jack patting Mason's inner thigh. "Yeah, I bet you can, little elfie." At first, I'm willing to bet that Mason's just beaming his little head off -- but by his next comment, I can see he's distracted, because he giggles and whispers "You're hard." Shit. That makes even me twitch a bit, and I try to imagine how they're sitting on the bed for Mason to have seen it. Side-by-side? Lying down or sitting up? Or is Mason cuddled up against Jack enough to really *feel* the tent in Jack's boxers rather than see what the thought of kissing him has made his uncle? "Sorry, kid," Jack murmurs, surely blushing from head to toe. "It's okay," Mason says cheerfully. For a moment, there's a pause, quickly followed by a deep grunt from the big man. Then: "Mace... I don't think you should be touching there." "Do you not want me to?" I smile to myself. My little boy, learning about consent. Maybe he's smarter than I realize (or even *he* realizes) because he phrased the question so well, too. Either Jack has to lie to the boy, which he hates doing, or he has to give in. Jack doesn't end up responding, though, because Mason asks another question. "Can I take it out?" In response, I hear another soft groan coming from Jack followed by a whispered curse, and I can only imagine that Mason has fished Jack's cock out from his boxers and is exploring him in ways he's explored his father and grandfather. Then, a giggle makes its way to my ears. "Why does yours feel so heavy?" Mason asks. That alone makes my tent twitch. What does that mean? Is Jack hung? Maybe extra thick? "Elfie--" "Look!" Mason gasps, a mixture of awe and amusement in his voice. "I can make the tip disappear!" At first I'm confused until a thought pops into my head: maybe Jack's uncut. Shit. Mason's getting to play with Jack's big uncut dick? Quite a learning moment for him, that's for sure. I wanted him to experience different things, after all. "Elfie, wait," Jack sighs. "We shouldn't." I hear rustling, which suggests Jack is shifting away from Mason. "Why not?" the boy asks. "It's... It's inappropriate," he says. "But Daddy says it's okay." I tense up, wondering what expression Jack has on his face. Shock? Confusion? Most likely the latter. Either way, though, he doesn't seem to address it, because he suggests they just sleep. "But--" "C'mon, kiddo. Please?" It's almost... *cute* hearing the way Jack pleads with Mason. I can tell Jack is practically begging the boy to not tempt him. Mason sighs in response, muttering "Fine" begrudgingly before there's the rustling of sheets, the snap of a waistband, and then grunting as they get into a comfortable position for sleep. Then, they whisper goodnight to each other. After adjusting my painfully hard cock in my underwear, I head downstairs to grab a glass of water and then too go back to sleep, eager to discuss things with Mason in the morning. I don't sleep too much on account of Mason messing around with Jack. Thoughts of Mason's little hand around Jack's potentially thick and allegedly uncut piece consumed my head and rendered me restless. In fact, I decided to just start my day before the crack of dawn, taking some time to quietly clean downstairs and even get a little homework done. A few hours later, I hear heavy footsteps coming down. At first I think they belong to Dad, but the cadence is much different, which means it can only be one other person: Jack. He emerges into the kitchen dressed in a sleep shirt and boxers and takes pause at the sight of me before wishing me a good morning. "G'morning," I say, eyeing him with a smile. "You're up early." "So are you," he says, chuckling slightly. "You sleep okay?" "Not particularly, to be honest," he mutters, heading straight for the coffee machine. "Oh yeah?" I ask before licking my lips. "Mason keep you up?" Jack tenses only slightly, but enough for me to be able to tell. "Uhh... No, he was fine," Jack says, busying himself with the machine. I watch him for a moment before turning back to my homework, unsure what to say to him. Should I bring it up, or should I let it stay between him and Mason? Wouldn't it make Jack feel better knowing that he has my blessing? The guilt is probably driving him insane. Then I hear him say my name, and I turn my head back towards him. "Yeah?" He looks painfully uncomfortable -- which is something I'm not used to seeing from Jack. He's usually boisterously opinionated, and rarely does things make him uncomfortable. Angry, sure, if there's some injustice going around. But uncomfortable? Never. It's evident that it's taking a lot for him to muster up the strength to push these words out of his mouth: "Something happened last night," he says, "between me and Mason." I feel my forehead wrinkling from my eyebrows raising. Is he about to confess? Shit, my heart is racing, and I'm so surprised that I forget to respond to Jack verbally. But he presses on anyway. "He, uh..." He quickly clears his throat before continuing. "He, y'know... touched me," he says, not quite meeting my eye. "We were about to sleep and then we were talking a bit and he kinda just... played around a bit, I guess. And I wanted to tell you before the little elf says something. I just wanted to man up. And apologize." Honestly, I should have anticipated that Jack would tell me, now that I think about it. He's like Dad: forward and honest. "It's okay," I assure him. "No need to apologize. Mason's a curious boy, and he likes you." Jack smiles slightly. "I like him too," he says before he starts blushing a bit deeply. "Anyway, uh... yeah, that's it. Just didn't want you to--" "Did you like it?" I interrupt. He freezes for a moment, staring at me. "Huh?" "I know Mason. I know he must have liked it. But did you?" "I... uh..." he laughs a little, scratching his cheek. "I don't get it." I clear my throat, feeling a little antsy myself. It's evident that I have some sort of upper hand in this conversation, but still, Dad's the only person that knows how intimate I am with my own little boy. The thought of telling Jack, of letting him in on the secret, of making him even more family than he already is, makes me tremble a bit, and I'm not sure if it's out of fear or excitement. "You know Dad and I are... close and all that." Jack, looking confused, just nods. "Sure." "Well... for a while now... it hasn't just been the two of us." At first, I regret not choosing my words more carefully. Now I've implicated Dad. I should have just said that *I* have been loving up on Mason, but it's too late to take it back. Jack gets to infer what he can. And it seems like he understands what I'm insinuating right off the bat, because his eyes get wide. "You mean... you two and...?" I gulp. "Yeah." "Shit, *really*?" he whispers. I give him a short nod. "Which is why I ask if you... if that'd be something you're interested in." An expression of clarity seems to cross his face before he murmurs "That must be why he said it was okay" to himself. "I know you love him, Jack," I tell him. "On that deeper level. At least, I'm assuming, but I think I'm right." Jack's amazement quickly turns to shame, now that the spotlight is on him. "You're... You're not wrong," he murmurs before sighing. "I'm sorry, Mitch--" "Seriously, Jack, no need to apologize," I say, holding my hand up. "I guess what I'm saying is... I want my boy to experience all that he can, all that he wants to, but in the safest way possible. And Dad trusts you, and I trust you, and I know you wouldn't hurt him." "Never," Jack says quickly. I smile gently at him. "And Mason... I know he's interested in you on some level, so...?" "Huh? Oh," he says, realizing he hasn't directly answered my previous question. He laughs nervously, scratching the back of his head. "You're kinda putting me on the spot here, kid," he tells me. "This is all... uh... very surprising." "Right, right," I say, shaking my head. "I get it." "Yeah." He stares me down for a while as if to judge whether or not I'm bullshitting him. Then: "I think... I think I need to talk to your dad," Jack says, looking me up and down once. "Of course." Then, once his coffee mug is full of fresh brew, he nods at me and then starts heading upstairs. I try to go back to my homework, but I can't stop thinking about how this conversation will go -- and I have a pretty good idea of how it'll unfold. Jack will tell Dad about what I told him; Dad will sigh and admit the truth; they'll speak in hushed tones and go into detail, but never anything obscene since Jack doesn't like that kind of talk; and then Jack, looking relieved, will receive his best friend's blessing somehow. Maybe Dad will state it explicitly, or maybe he'll convey it through a simple smile-and-nod. Who knows. As I'm looking up at the ceiling and pondering their discussion, Mason ends up waking up and coming downstairs just in his briefs and a t-shirt. I smile brightly. "Morning, baby." "Hi, Daddy," he says, moving around the table to join me. I hug him with one arm and give him a quick kiss. "I went to visit you but you weren't in our room." "Yeah, I couldn't sleep," I say, playing with his hair. "Papa and Uncle Jack are talking," he adds. "Oh yeah? What about?" I ask, wondering how much the boy knows. But Mason just shrugs, making that "I feel left out" face before something sparks in his head. "Oh! Guess what?!" he says excitedly before standing up on his tip toes and asking me to lend him my ear. He whispers, "I touched Uncle Jack." I grin slightly, happy that I didn't have to even ask for Mason to approach me. "Seems like you enjoyed yourself," I tease. He smiles and shrugs. "I guess so," he says before frowning a little. "Uncle Jack didn't want me to though." I comb my fingers through his hair again, maintaining a gentle touch and a gentler tone. "It's okay for people to say no, baby," I remind him. "It's not on you." "But *you* never say no," Mason tells me. I laugh. "True but... Well, what about Papa? Like when he's busy and stuff, and can't take a break to play?" "But Uncle Jack wasn't busy," Mason tells me with a little pout. "Does he not like me?" "Baby, Uncle Jack adores you," I insist, sighing. "Just... Just give him time, okay?" "Alright," Mason says, looking unconvinced. But, ever the unfocused child, he switches gears completely. "Can we watch Coraline again?" I chuckle. "That's the third time this week." "But I like it." "Go watch it then," I say, playfully pushing him away. He latches onto my arm though, trying to tug me out of my seat. "Come watch with me." "Mason--" "Pleeeease?" I shake my head, sighing. It's not like I was in the middle of homework or anything, so I give in. "Fine. Grab some breakfast first, though." We fix ourselves two bowls of cereal before shifting over to the living room. Once the movie is set up, Mason plants himself right in my lap with his bowl of cereal, and we enjoy the cozy comfort of simple father-son time. Eventually, Dad and Jack come downstairs. The first thing I notice is that Jack hasn't changed, and Dad's just in pajama pants. After, I try to read their expressions. Dad's as stoic as ever, but Jack has a happy blush on his face. It could almost be interpreted as kid-like excitement -- which, to me, indicates that their conversation went well. Without a word (since Mason's fully invested in the movie and my lap), they join us, sitting on either side of me. As Dad sits, I eye him, nonverbally asking him for an answer. He just smiles at me, nodding and placing his hand on my inner thigh before giving it a light squeeze. Then, he cocks his head towards Jack. It's in these moments that I know Dad and I are connected, because I know precisely what he wants me to do: initiate. So, I give Mason a little squeeze, kiss the side of his head, and murmur "Why don't you sit on Uncle Jack's lap? I need a break." "Okie," Mason chirps, sliding off of my thighs and switching over to Jack's. The man grunts, glancing over at us with a questioning stare as Mason gets nice and cozy up against his uncle. I just smile lightly, not giving much away. For a little while, the four of us just focus on the movie, but Jack and Mason start talking after about ten or so minutes. Mason whispers to Jack, probably thinking he's far enough away on the couch from me and his papa to share a private conversation. "You're not mad at me, right?" Mason asks. I don't turn my head as to not disrupt them, but I listen carefully. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Jack lean in. "Mad?" Jack asks. "No way." "You promise?" "Promise. Could never be mad at you." Mason giggles softly before he leans up and whispers something in Jack's ear -- something that I miss. Jack, thankfully, gives some indication with his response. "Maybe later, kiddo," he says. I smile to myself. My boy must have asked for another go -- and it must be on Jack's mind as the minutes go by, because eventually, he has Mason shift a bit so that he can adjust himself. Once he reaches into his boxers to adjust what must be a hard-on, making Mason sit on one thigh instead of directly on his crotch. "Sorry," he grunts. Mason once again lets out a little laugh, resting his head against Jack's chest. "It's okay," he says before whispering even more quietly: "Is it hard?" Jack coughs to clear his throat before murmuring "Yes." Mason rests a hand on Jack's stomach as they continue watching the movie -- but every now and then I'll notice a little movement out of the corner of my eye. Slowly, Mason seems to be moving his hand down, little by little, until it's resting just above the waistband of Jack's boxers. I can practically feel him tensing. Hell, even I am a little bit, but I do it because I don't want to move, as if I'm afraid of disturbing the air too much and prohibiting Mason's progress. Then, I see Mason's hand drift to the outline of Jack's cock. I only really notice it because Jack inhales sharply. After, I try to focus on my son's small hand pawing its way up the length before he finds the head. Through the boxers, he plays with the tip just with his fingers, playfully feeling around and making Jack shift again. Before things get too heated, though, I suddenly feel Dad's hand on my thigh again. I can tell immediately that it's not a sexual advance but a signal, a nonverbal way of getting my attention. When I look over, Dad cocks his head away from the living room. I know what that gesture says: it's time to go. I groan slightly, reluctant to move. I want to stay and potentially watch whatever happens happen. But when Dad stands up, he announces to the other two that we'll be upstairs. *We.* He even stares me down, not moving until I budge. Sighing, I stand up and follow him towards the exit of the living room, and just as we slip out of earshot, I whisper "Why'd you do that?" threateningly. He just turns his head and smiles lightly at me before pulling me into the kitchen since it's right there. "Give 'em a little privacy," he whispers back. I try not to go all whiny-kid on him, but I feel like he took away a piece of candy from me. "Well, what'd you tell Jack?" Dad just shrugs. "I just... gave him the all clear, like you did." I blush a bit. By the way he's peering at me, I can't tell if he's mad or something. But then he smiles at me like he knows something. "What?" "Your little boy's growing up fast," he says. I let out a small laugh through my nose. "Yeah, I guess so." Then, I start to hear noises that are definitely not coming from the movie: giggles and the sounds of smooches. I turn my head and peek around the corner to look into the living room. "What are you doing?" I hear Dad ask behind me as he steps in close. "Being sneaky," I whisper back, enjoying the feel of him so close. I reach behind me blindly, pawing around until I find his bulge. He grunts softly and doesn't make a motion to pull me towards the staircase to grant Mason and Jack the privacy he initially claimed he wanted to give them. "Let them have their fun." "I *am* letting them have their fun," I say, feeling Dad's cock harden through his pants. I grin slightly to myself. "Why can't we have fun too?" Dad sighs again in semi-frustration before stepping closer to me and wrapping both arms around me. "You're a little bastard, you know that?" he says before softly kissing my neck as one hand drifts down to my groin. As he finds my hardness, he teasingly bites down on my skin. My eyes flutter a bit but I also want to watch my boy and his "uncle" make out on the couch. From here, we have a perfect diagonal view of them, so I merely keep rubbing up on Dad and letting him touch me. With one hand, he tugs my briefs outward, and with the other, he sets my manhood free, palming and stroking it lovingly. I moan gently, pressing my ass deep into his groin. By the way Dad kisses me, I have a feeling he's taking peeks too. Both of us touch and grind as we watch Mason fish Jack's cock out of his boxers — and I groan at the sight of it. Jack looks so big in such a small hand. He's super thick, and definitely uncut, and Mason grins widely as he plays with the skin. "Yours moves a lot," Mason says. Both Dad and I chuckle softly as we watch our boy explore. "He's come so far," Dad whispers in my ear as he strokes me faster. "Remember the days when he used to always say `please and thank you' instead of just `thank you'?" I laugh, nodding fondly. "Sure do," I say, biting my lip. "And now he's making men cum." Dad grunts in my ear before shifting to kneel down in front of me. He asks me to tell him what's happening before he opens his mouth and takes me in all the way to the hilt. I grunt and then sigh softly, resting a hand on his head as he bobs back and forth, slowly and expertly servicing me. Then, as requested, I begin telling him what I'm watching. Mason's got Jack in a two-handed grip, stroking Jack just like we taught him -- but more easily since the man is uncut. Jack only gives Mason one pointer: to slow down a little bit. After adjusting, Mason just bites on his tongue in concentration while Jack is squirming slightly, grunting and letting out low moans and begging Mason not to stop. The boy is intently focused, eyes totally glued to his uncle's manhood, surely anticipating his reward: a thick, adult load. And that's exactly what he gets in record time. All things considered, Jack seems to cum in record time, his thick cream shooting high before spraying almost violently in different directions. Mason squeals in delight but, like a good boy, doesn't let up on his stride until Jack has to clutch the boy's wrist and let the rest of his load dribble out. Clearly it got too intense for him, and he needs a breather. The sight of Jack's load on Mason's hands and arms and the man's shirt is so hot that all I can do is hold the back of Dad's head, plunge in deep, and cum straight down his throat. He grunts in surprise but drinks down every drop of me, holding my hips tightly as I do my best to keep quiet. I clench my eyes shut, practically seeing stars from the intensity and having to hold myself up by Dad's head so that I don't collapse. That one felt like a doozy -- the type of cum to suckerpunch you out of nowhere. Once I finish, Dad pulls off, stands up, and kisses me deeply, making sure our tongues wrestle as if to the death. Just as I start pawing at his bulge, I hear another giggle from the living room. I turn to see Jack and Mason laughing at the mess he made all over his shirt. "This is your fault, elfie," Jack says. "Take it off," Mason suggests. Jack just smiles. "I'll take it off if you take yours off." "Deal!" Eagerly, Mason grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls it off of his body. Jack stares for a moment before following suit, quickly tossing his shirt to the floor and then taking a few more moments to eye Mason up and down. "You're goddamn beautiful, little man," he says, almost in reverence. "Can I kiss you some more?" Mason nods, never one to deny anyone kisses. "Mhm!" From here, our view of them gets somewhat lost. Jack lies the boy down, so from where we're standing, all we can see is Jack's back and the occasional limb -- like Mason's legs trying to wrap around Jack's waist. I hear Jack ask if this is okay, and Mason says yes. My heart swells watching Jack check in on my boy over and over. It just reinforces that trust I have in him. Then, I start to hear Jack kissing around Mason's body, and I know what he's going for: he's going to blow Mason until he boycums. Dad and I resume kissing while I stroke him, and we listen to Mason make those particular moans we've come to know and love. He's feeling good. *Real* good. I can tell. I know my boy inside and out now. I know when he whines that exact pitch, it's because his boycock is being completely enveloped in a warm, moist, loving mouth. In the interest of returning the favor, I break the kiss between me and my father and sink down to my knees. Dad sighs softly as I tug his sleep pants down and instantly gobble up his cock. I suck him deep, guiding him right into my throat each time I bob back down. His musky aroma fills my nostrils every time I breathe in, which just makes me drool more, inevitably making the blowjob slicker and sloppier. God, he tastes so good -- extra good today since my little boy is in the next room getting *his* cock sucked. The kid cries out in pleasure, and I get high off the sounds of my son and the feel of my father. I suck faster, and deeper, risking a louder blowjob for the sake of his pleasure. But I don't care if Jack hears right now... not that he would. He's far to invested in a little boy right now to care about who's in or near the room. Just like my orgasm was timed with Jack's, Dad's is timed with Mason's. I hear my kid let out those whimpers that are characteristic of an impending orgasm, and when he cries out, probably gripping the top of Jack's head as if unsure whether or not to push the man away, Dad grabs my hair tightly and holds me still. He ruts back and forth a few times, pegging the back of my throat, before holding position and filling my mouth with his load. I let out an involuntary moan when his cum hits my tongue, relishing the flavor before gulping it all down with two deep swallows. The taste of him gives me chills. As I enjoy that tingling sensation, I pant on his cock before nursing the last drops of his cum out. Then, I slide off, lick my lips, and smile up at him. "Good little boy," my dad whispers, petting my hair. "Thank you, Daddy," I chirp back. He pulls me to my feet and gives me a soft but deep and meaningful kiss as he wraps his arms around me. Then, he pulls back, licking his lips. "You know," Dad says, clearing his throat, "Mason's at a curious age. And it's not surprising that he'll want to explore... beyond the family, right?" "Right..." I say, nodding but unsure where he's going with this. "Well... I know you didn't get a chance to do much exploring as a kid, or a teenager. And if you really wanted to, we could figure--" "Dad," I interrupt, smiling patiently, my heart soaring for this man. I know what he's going to say. If I wanted to try other things out, other *men* out, I could. We've had this discussion before, but I want to make it clear this time: "I don't want any other man besides you." Dad smiles so softly, but his eyes, they positively sing. They say everything without him having to say a word: that he loves and appreciates me, deeply and endlessly. - End of Chapter 13 -