Date: Mon, 25 Mar 2024 06:03:40 -0500
From: Jake Stone <studbluecollar@gmail.com>
Subject: Hollywood East, Book 2, Part 1

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Hollywood East, taking place in Miami, Florida

Where we left them in Book 1::

Cory looked into Anton's eyes for a moment with the slightest smile on his
lips. And then he asked deadpanned, "Where's the diamond? Shouldn't there
be a diamond?", then he started to chuckle. "Of course I'll fucking marry
you. I'll shout it from the rooftops. I love you, you idiot!"

Anton was taken back for just a moment and then started to laugh,
himself. They hugged tightly and then started to make out.

As their passion grew Cory said, "Since you don't have a diamond you better
cum up my ass to seal the deal."

"Out here. Like common animals?" Anton asked amused with his eyebrow
raised.

"The more common the better," Cory said.

As they made love their new chapter was to begin. Here in their Miami
Compound.

Hollywood East, Book 2, Part 1 - Rory

Two years later, during the summer, Cory and Anton were in Europe for
a month. Mateo, who would be starting his college freshman year in the
fall, and Josh were spending time with Logan and Hank in Key West for
two weeks. Logan and Hank were also going to show Mateo the college
ropes that fall. Cory was generous and footed the bill for the four
guy's vacation. Rory and Scott were on their own at the compound for
that month, maybe longer, besides the slimmed down detail outside the
compound's walls. Things had settled down in the past couple of
years. After Cory's father died all that was left were the court dates
of the accomplices. Ben was in prison after fully confessing and
taking a deal. He wouldn't be out for a long time. Since he did a
short stint as a prison guard they all feared for his safety. Cory was
the only one on the fence. Ben did kill his father after all. Even if
Cory's father was sick and demented and was trying to have Cory killed
at the same time. It was still his father. And given their past
relationship everyone understood his mixed feelings.

One morning at the compound Rory was walking from the gym to the pool
patio. One of the things he loved the most was working out, then the
family and then sex. Not always in that order as they were all on the
top of his list. All Rory had on was a loin cloth he had fashioned
from a strip of cloth he had found sitting around. It was off white
and he wore it mostly for working out in the compound's gym. It felt
more natural than a jock strap. And Rory was all about nature.  The
loin cloth was soaked in sweat, old and new, and was never washed.
Rory said it made him feel powerful like Samson's long hair did for
him. He only started to wear it last summer. This was his third or
fourth strip of cloth he used. The only other thing he had was his
work phone. He carried it everywhere every day. That was part of his
job. Even though he didn't need it as much these days.

Rory's parents were immigrants from Ireland and his step-dad and
step-uncle were Scottish immigrants and he had a very slight accent
from growing up with thick accents around him. He couldn't help that
it rubbed off on him. Especially when he was excited or angry. It made
him all that more intriguing. Especially to Scott.

Rory had only told Scott recently that his step-father and step-uncle
had gotten rid of his mother when he was 10. He hadn't even told Cory
yet given Cory's history with his own father. He didn't want to set
off any hidden PTSD. They, the brothers, had Rory's mom kidnapped and
murdered by others for a hefty price. He didn't find out till he was
already in the Marines. Both men were sent to prison. For life. His
step-uncle still was there but his step-father was shanked a couple of
years in and died immediately.

The brothers, his step-father and step-uncle, had wanted to live as a
couple with a son. His step-father had groomed Rory's mother, and won
her over as a charming future husband, as she had a son that she
wanted a male influence for and that he wanted as his own. Then, once
he groomed the boy, Rory, he had the mother killed.

So both of Rory's parents were gone and he was truly an orphan in the
world. His parents were only children as well so no one was left from
his original family. His grandparents were long gone on both sides.
The compound and the family were more than he had ever hoped for. His
loyalty for Cory and his family was intense. He would never give this
up. Especially since they were so accepting of his twisted
perversions. At least the ones they knew about. He could play the
attractive, masculine, well dressed part of the security detail to the
outside world with no issues. But behind these walls he became
himself. More than he ever allowed himself to before. The support of
his new family for the past couple of years helped fuel his kinks.

Scott watched from his lounge as Rory came through the gate from the
gym thinking how this young man had totally wormed his way into his
heart in the past couple of years. Without thinking about it he was
rubbing his own clit. Sticking his middle finger in a little bit.
Remembering the reaming that Rory's cock had given him that morning.
His legs spread and his cunt lips swollen. He couldn't help being a
total bottom for Rory. Luckily he could still top Mateo, Cory or the
boys.

As Scott admired his new lover he saw the sheen of sweat on the man's
swole chest and arms. He looked like a beast, a Celtic warrior from
long ago. Especially with that loin cloth on. All he needed was an
embroidered cape and a shield. Maybe a sword. But Scott then thought
of Rory's actual weapon. Rory has brought things out in Scott that he
wasn't aware he would like. Scott, himself, could never be faithful to
one man, but Rory, Cory and Anton were the closest that he's ever
come. Especially Rory. But, thankfully, they were on the same page.
They were both highly sexed and craved strange at times. Rory also
loved to get fucked but Scott was his bottom. That part of their
relationship was pretty solid.

On the side of the stables, now housing three horses, there was a
lean-to that was about 8x8. It actually had a roof of bamboo supports
and tin sheets. The sides were made out of branches. It was used to
store hay at one time but they had plenty of room for it in the
stable. Rory had cleaned it out and built a pedestal bed in the middle
of the dirt floor with a bed made out of straw and covered in canvas.
Then they would cover it with a cotton sheet. And then one more sheet
for a top sheet. Rory and Scott would spend more nights out there than
not. It was Rory's deep fantasy about living outside. Not that either
one of them wanted to give up modern living, but Rory and Scott lived
out some hot fantasies in that lean-to.

When Cory found out what Rory was doing he gave his blessing and only
asked that he and Anton were invited once in a while. Rory, of course,
was more than willing to share the dwelling with both his bosses. In
fact the four of them have had quite the pig party out there several
times. Rory felt he was more than blessed, whatever that means to
others, that not only was he employed by Cory but Cory had taken him
in as a member of the family. Baggage and all. Cory told him more than
once that he completed their unusual foursome. He was overwhelmed by
Cory's generosity.

"I'm going to work at the garage today and tomorrow. I told them I'd
be in after lunch and then a full day tomorrow. Remember?" Scott asked
Rory as he approached.

"Yeah babe, I remember. I'm going to grab a glass of water and then
head for a nap in the hut." Rory referenced the lean-to. "You want to
lay with me before you go?" Rory smirked. It was already 11 AM.

"You know if I lay with you I won't make it to the garage. Even though
there is nothing more that I want to do than to lay with you, under
you, on top of you. But, I only go in once in a while now and they
need some help. Day after tomorrow you can do anything you want to
me." Scott responded as he got up. He was going to grab a sandwich
before he left. "I'm going to eat. You want me to make you something?"

"No thanks. Nap first. I'll throw something together after. But give
me a kiss before I go." Rory said as he came right up to Scott. Scott
whimpered a bit when his nostrils caught the masculine musk coming off
of his man. They made out for a few moments and then Scott stuck his
face in Rory's pit and rubbed the man's sweat all over from forehead
to chin.

"Now I'll smell like you for the rest of the day. Fuck you smell so
good." Scott said as he separated from Rory. He knew he had to get
away now. Rory chuckled knowing what he did to Scott. To most men
really. Even the ones that thought they were perfectly straight. It
wasn't conceited. He tried to be as humble as possible but he couldn't
help noticing. It actually made him happy to have this effect on men.
Especially men. Like Cory, he had it on women as well, but that didn't
give him any satisfaction but he was polite about it.

After Rory downed a couple of glasses of water he headed to the
lean-to. It was a hot and muggy morning but that didn't bother him.
There was shade and there was also a slight breeze. The palm trees
were even swaying a bit. He laid down on the home made bed, put his
work phone on the rustic little table next to the bed, and then put
his right arm over his head. His own scent makes him a bit horny. He
had left his loincloth on but he felt chubbed up in the sweaty cloth.
When standing his ass pushed out so the cloth was tight against his
stomach. But when he laid down like this it seemed loose and if he
looked down he could see his groomed pubes and top of his cock.

Rory felt drained, not only from his physical exertion but from mental
fatigue as well, and thought he could sleep but he was restless. He
laid there thinking. Thinking more than he should. He wasn't alone on
the property very often. Being alone wasn't usually good for him. It
fucked with his PTSD. He had what was considered a mild case, mostly
anxiety, but he noticed when he was alone with little to do his
anxiety went up and he thought too much. Through about the past
mostly. Parts of his life that still bothered him. Parts without
closure.

The PTSD was brought on from several things. He had therapy before he
got out of the service and he was honest. Honest about his life before
the service. And the job he had to do while in the service. His last
three years were in Recon, Black operations. He learned to be a
machine on the battlefield and while acquiring enemy assets his
adrenaline surged while carrying out missions.  What he wasn't honest
about was that the only thing that could calm him was a hard cock in
his ass. Fucking him into submission. Thankfully he had a small group
of men that were of similar pedigree. Two friends in particular knew
what Rory needed after an intense mission. They even arranged for
locals to rape him. To humiliate him. Making him go back to his unit
with cum from strangers filling his cunt. He's been used that way all
his life and he longed for it. Even now. Especially now. His life here
was almost vanilla compared to what he was used to. But, every now and
then he found an outlet for his needs. Some of the more intense play
he even kept from Scott.

He told the guys, his new family, a lot of how he grew up but not
everything. His step-uncle was totally into males, young and older. A
total pig for everything male. A pig bottom for adults but didn't mind
sticking his cock into teens or pre-teens. But his step-dad was into
both. Especially little boys and girls. Since Rory started to shoot
sperm early, just before his eleventh birthday, his step-dad wanted
him to be a man and put his juice inside of a pussy. It intrigued his
step-dad's perv gene and soon he had Rory fucking girls his age and a
wee bit younger. Girls whose own fathers would bring them to his
step-dad and take part in the grooming.

Rory always knew he wasn't interested in girls. Even at a very young
age. Men were where his curiosity was at. Adult men. He knew from the
time he was 5 or six. He wasn't sure what it was then but he knew he
would rather be around men than women. But when he started to shoot
and his step-father got him to fuck the girls he hated it. Breaking
them in, his step-dad would say. Rory knows he had fucked a couple of
dozen girls by the time he was 13. Their ages ranged from 9 to 14. He
wasn't ready to admit that to his new family. But he and Cory have a
lot more in common than Cory knows.

Three of those girls became pregnant by Rory. All three girls and
their families left the area. He never heard from them again. Until he
was in the Marines. One of the girls wrote to him. She was eleven when
he was barely twelve. He thinks he was 12 anyway. He was 21 at the
time that the first letter reached him. So she had to have been 19 or
twenty. She was able to track him down. They had repeated sessions
when they were young with the older men watching on. Her name was
Kiera Boyle. She found him after she found out about his step-father
going to prison and then his death. They started to write back and
forth to each other. She confessed that she had the baby and that he
was raised as her baby brother. She said her father hadn't changed,
but left it there, not giving him anymore information and Rory wasn't
sure he wanted anymore.  She also confessed she was a drug addict and
wasn't sure how she had survived this long. She was damaged from the
past. Damaged from what was called abuse. Rory thought he might be
also but not as bad. There were other things that happened to him that
caused the damage. Not just the abuse.

Rory tried to help Kiera through his letters but there was not much he
could do in the desert overseas. Also at the time he didn't know how
he felt about knowing about the child. The kid must have been 9 or 10
by that point. 15 or, hell, he didn't know, 14, 16? He tried never to
think about it. It fucked with his head. He did ask if her parents
adopted the kid. She said no. She was thankful for that. She didn't
trust her father. In fact the birth certificate had the names of the
child's parents. Rory Brannigan and Kiera. Her parents always said
they would tell him, Senan Brannigan, the truth when they felt he was
old enough. Kiera's parents were Irish as well. Giving the boy an
Irish first name and Rory's last name gave Rory some pride. Pride he
didn't know what to do with.

Kiera had given Rory all of her parents contact information. She
thought Rory should meet her son. Their son. Especially since she
couldn't be around him. Her parents, especially her mother, refused
until she went for treatment. She tried but she just couldn't do it.
Kiera's mother had no idea why her daughter was a drug addict
according to Kiera. She said she never told her mother about her
father. Rory would find out that wasn't true later on. Rory stopped
receiving letters from Kiera about a year before he got out of the
Marines. But a couple even included photos of Senan. A spitting image
of Rory at that age. The kid was going to be a heartbreaker. But he
has stopped short of reaching out to her parents. He had a fear of
what that would mean. One, if Kiera survived and two, if the boy knows
about him.

But now, after being around Cory and Mateo for the last couple of
years, he wondered. Wondered what it would be like to meet the kid. To
find out what he's like. How would he feel about his dad? Rory knew he
was damaged. But Cory is damaged and it worked out well with Mateo.
But Mateo was a bit damaged himself. Before he even met Cory. Kiera
alluded to the fact that her dad was the same. What did that mean for
Senan?

Before he thought anymore about it he reached for his phone and
pressed the contact for Kiera's parent's phone, her mother's he
thought. A number he had saved a long time ago and transferred it from
phone to phone. Always knowing in the back of his mind that he would
use it one day.

An older woman answered, "Hello?"

It took Rory a moment to find his voice and then he said, "Mrs. Boyle?
This is Rory Brannigan. Do you remember me?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone which seemed like
minutes, but it was only seconds. Then Mrs. Boyle said, "I've wondered
when and if you would call." She wasn't judgmental. More just matter
of fact.

"You have?" Rory asked.

"Of course. Kiera told me she had given you our number. That you both
had written to each other several times. Several years ago. She said
you probably wouldn't call until you were out of the service. Or at
least stationed stateside." Again, Mrs. Boyle wasn't being unfriendly,
but she was stern.

"I've been out for 3 years. Settling down. How is Kiera?" Rory asked,
afraid of the answer.

"Kiera, well Kiera, um...." and then Mrs. Boyle broke down.

"Mrs. Boyle?" Rory asked again. "Is she not well?"

He heard Mrs. Boyle regain her composure and then, "Rory, a lot has
happened in the past year or so. And to be honest I'm not as strong as
I used to be. This has been hard on Senan. What he knows anyway. He's
such a good boy."

"What happened, Mrs. Boyle?" Rory asked, almost regretting he called.
He would have liked to be oblivious to everything, wouldn't he? But
his son probably needs him more than he'd like to admit. Maybe he
needs his son too.

It took a moment for her to answer. And then, "I'm going to get this
out quick as I still can't believe what happened. But, over a year
ago, (she started to sob again, quietly), Kiera asked my husband to
meet her at a motel she was staying at. A really run down motel
downtown." Kiera told Rory that they had moved to Lexington, Kentucky.
He had never been so wasn't able to bring up a visual. "When he got
there Kiera let him in. That is what everyone is sure that happened.
But the investigation stated that Kiera shot him fatally and then shot
herself. They're both gone." Then Mrs. Boyle lost it again. "I don't
know why. No one seems to know." She yelled out as she sobbed.

Rory had a feeling why. It wasn't what Mr. Boyle did to Kiera. He
thought it was what he could have or has done to their son. Senan.
"I'm so sorry Mrs. Boyle. How horrible. Kiera was a big help to me
through those letters. I was hoping I could help her as well. I guess
I didn't. Where is Senan? Does he know?"

She controlled her emotions for a moment and then said, "Thank you
Rory, and I'm sure you did help. Maybe she hung on a bit longer with
you back in her life. We hadn't seen Kiera in years. He doesn't ask
about her. He thinks his grandfather had a heart attack."

"Where is he?" Rory asked again. It was summer. He had to be home.

"He's at baseball camp. Well they call it camp but it's just a few
hours every afternoon. I just got back from dropping him off. He
really enjoys it." She answered. A bit of pride in her voice. Talking
about Senan took away some of the pain. "He's very athletic. I heard
you used to be as well."

"Um, yeah I was. Does he know about me?" Rory asked carefully.

"Oh yes, Rory. And he knows what you look like, thanks to the coverage
of your boss. We saw you on the press coverage for Doyle Industries.
You are one of two men that protect Mr. Matthews, correct?"

"Well, there are others, but yes, my boss and I are closest to Mr.
Matthews." Rory answered, "So Senan has seen me? I guess I didn't
realize I was even in the news."

"It's hard to miss the name that is on your birth certificate, Rory.
He's known for a while now. He always hoped to meet you someday. He
knew you were overseas and a Marine. He always said how cool it was
that his dad was a Marine." Mrs Boyle said.

"He wants to meet me?" Rory was blown away. This was happening. And he
didn't think there was any way to stop it now. And he wasn't sure he
wanted to stop it.

"Rory, I'm going to be honest with you. Senan has an inner strength
and a good disposition. An overall good person. But his grandfather
and him didn't get on well. His mother was missing from his life for
more years than not. And I'm weak from the deck that life has dealt
me. I'm older than my years. I love Senan with everything I have. He
needs you." Mrs. Boyle drove that nail in deep. Didn't beat around the
bush. But it wasn't the whole truth. She kept a distance from Senan.
Too much guilt and afraid to get too close.

It took Rory so long to respond that Mrs Boyle said, "Rory?"

"I'm here, I'm.....  well, I don't know what I am. I...well...he needs
me?" Rory responded.

"I know what my husband was, Rory. I say I didn't know why what
happened to my daughter and him happened, but that is a lie. I know.
I'm drained. I can't give Senan what he needs. I love him more than
you can imagine but I'm not strong. He needs someone strong. He needs
his father." Mrs. Boyle said, "I convinced myself the day you called I
would be strong and resist giving him up. But, the truth is, I want
what is best for him. I believe you are what is best for him. I know
what happened to you and Kiera. She laid it all out for me one day.
Even though I didn't want to hear it. I blocked it out for many years.
I tried to protect Senan. But, like I said, I'm weak. I'm not sure how
much happened to him but it did. All I can do is shower him with love
and hope that he makes it. That he doesn't end up like Kiera. He will
be 16 in a couple of weeks. Going to be a junior in high school in the
fall."

Rory was overwhelmed. Didn't know what to say. He laid there in the
heat in the lean-to thinking about his son. His son. 16? How is that
possible? But Rory would be 28 soon himself. It made sense
numerically. He was barely 12 when he fucked Kiera. If he was even 12.
If he really thought about it he was shooting at 10 and his
step-father put him into action right away. It was a blur. He knew
that she was younger though. Too young to fuck even if he was 11 or 12
himself.

"Rory, did I lose you?" Mrs. Boyle asked.

"No, no. I'm just....well....I'm thinking. I never expected..." Rory started.

"Never expected that this call would turn into a request for you to
take custody?" Mrs. Boyle asked.

"Well, is that what this is?" Just as Rory asked that his phone pinged
twice. He looked at it and there was text messages from Mrs. Boyle.
Photos of his son. Recent photos.  "Oh my god." Rory said quietly
after looking at them.

"I remember you Rory because your face is in my house everyday. There
was never a question of who his father was. Those were both from last
month. He had just finished a baseball game with his friends at the
park. I stayed and watched." Mrs. Boyle knew the photos had the
desired effect.

"He's, he's...." Rory was lost for words. But he was thinking that his
son was a little stud and was beautiful. "I just can't ...." There was
one of Senan, shirtless and in jeans, with a baseball bat and a helmet
on his head. Just like Rory he developed early. Already had signs of
an older athlete's body. Rory felt himself sweating more and his idle
hand went under his loincloth. He felt like a perv but was this any
different from Mateo?  His scent was strong. Would Senan think he was
disgusting? Would they have to move or could they still live here.
This was really going to happen and Rory knew he didn't want to stop
it.

"You can't what Rory?" Mrs. Boyle thought she lost him just then. Lost
the opportunity for Senan.

"When can I come?" Rory asked. Surprising himself.

"Oh good. I'm glad. And Senan will be so happy. Anytime you want. Do
you have apprehensions about this?" Mrs. Boyle asked.

"No, not on my end. I just hope Senan doesn't." Rory answered. He was
committed. He fell in love with the boy from those photos. And the
fact that Senan resembled him so much was amazing to him.

"I promise you, he won't. If this works out do you have room?" Mrs.
Boyle sounded like she was ready to move Senan out as soon as
possible.

"I'll have to see what my roommate situation is but I'll work it out
before I come. There is plenty of room either way. If I have to move I
will. I have the means. But I guess I want to hear it from him before
I come. I want to be sure he's open to having me in his life." Rory
said.

"I'm picking him up in an hour or so. Would you like to facetime with
him?" Mrs. Boyle said. "He has his own phone. I can give him your
number if you'd like. And also give you his so you know it's him
calling. How does that sound?"

"Sounds perfect to me. I'm by myself for the rest of the day." Rory  said.

By the time they hung up Rory had Senan's phone number and had already
loaded it into his contacts. He laid back and almost felt like a load
had been taken off his shoulders. The loose ends in his life were
slowly getting tied up. His son, the one that he knew about, hopefully
would agree to meeting. Rory's cock was hard. He didn't realize it
until they hung up. He looked at Senan's shirtless photo again and
grabbed his cock. He felt like a perv but couldn't help it. The boy
was a hot teenager. He's had young before. As an adult he knows about
a 17 year old for sure. Maybe 16. He wasn't into preteen like his step
father was but a developed teen was nice to look at. He couldn't help
to rub one out before his nap.

In Lexington, as Mrs. Boyle got to the ballpark, Senan was already
running for the car. Just as she came to a full stop Senan was opening
the door. "Hi Gram!" he said as he threw his mitt and helmet in the
back seat. He had on a tee shirt today. Obviously sweaty and hot.

"Hi kiddo, good practice?" She asked as she started to drive off.
Secretly she couldn't wait till being this kids chauffeur was over.
She loved him but it was time to move on.

"It was ok. A little hot. But it was good." Senan said as he looked
out the side window. He hated the term 'kiddo'. Made him feel like a
little kid. He sat there and realized he was pretty sweaty. But it was
more from the coaches' assistant fucking his ass 15 minutes ago. Senan
was doing everything he could to keep the college freshman's load in
his ass. Since he only had a jock under his pants he was hoping he
could keep it in. "I'm probably going to take a nap," he added. This
way he could have some privacy to play with his hole and jack off.

"Ok, you can call your dad after your nap." Mrs. Boyle said with a smirk.

"What??" Senan's head whipped around to face her. His five o'clock
shadow, getting thicker by the day. She wondered when he got this
mature. It happened so fast. His eyes were now wide open. "My dad?"

"He called a little more than an hour ago. Said he would like to
facetime with you if you were available. Do you have time for him?"
She said sarcastically. She knew the answer. Ever since they saw the
man in the news it was all Senan could talk about. He thought his dad
looked like a superhero. She had to admit the way the tight Italian
suit fit the man he was a sight to behold. Far from the little Rory
she remembers.

"Like I can call him now?" Senan said excitedly.

"Well, why don't you wait till you get to your room. I won't bother
you. You can have some private time with him. I spoke to him for long
enough. He's a nice man." She said as she was smiling. Happy to see
her grandson hopefully get settled so she could move on as well.

She really wanted Senan to have a good life. She could barely make
ends meet anymore. Her husband barely left anything in the accounts.
His perversions took him places. Traveling was expensive. He made a
good living but what he made he spent. She was able to get a one
bedroom in a retirement community that would suit her needs and leave
her with extra every month. But with Senan she was left in the red
every month while trying to maintain a house that was way too big for
the two of them and feed this athletic young man. He was a vacuum. At
least the house was paid for. But everything else cost more than she
could afford. Dipping into what little savings she had left. Even with
both her and her husband's Social Security now and her husband having
a small pension that survivors received she couldn't get in the black.
Selling the house would set her up and she could give some to Senan
for college.

But she was going to miss Senan somewhat. Not entirely. He was a good
kid but she wanted to move on from her husband and what he did. Senan
was a reminder, although he was the only normal one out of the bunch
for the most part. She knew her husband went after him too but not
like he did with girls. He taught Senan things. She knew that too. But
Senan seemed so well adjusted. She hoped he would have a better life
without her. She hoped Rory would give it to him. It was her turn. She
wanted a peaceful life from this point forward. No men. No boys.

20 minutes later Rory was waking up to a facetime alert on his phone.
As he reached for his phone he sat up against the wall a bit and put
his left arm behind his head to protect it from the stable's siding.
It barely registered to him, in his sleepy state, that it was Senan
calling.

Senan's POV:

Being as hot as it was I striped down to my jock and laid on my bed
with my pillows stacked up behind me. It was hot out but Gram only
kept the air on 78 so my room was always stuffy. And since I hit
puberty she never comes in here anymore without knocking. And that is
even rare. I locked the door anyway. Gram and I were never close. It's
better now since Gramps passed but barely.

Once I was settled I opened up my phone to my dad's contact. I saved
it as soon as Gram stopped the car in the driveway. I took a deep
breath and I pressed the button. It started to ring right away.

Soon the call opened up to my dad. I knew it was him from the news. He
was shirtless like me and looked like he was outside. He looked like
he just woke up as well. "Senan?"

"Hi, um...dad?" I all of a sudden lost my voice. I could barely talk.
It's like my mouth just dried up. Should I have called him dad? But my
sexy dad was staring back at me with a sleepy grin. Looked like a
sheen of sweat covered his shoulders. Buzzed red hair and a thick five
o'clock shadow. His arm was behind his head and I had a full view of
his pit. It looked swampy with thick reddish hair. Better than the
college freshman's pit he sucked on while he was getting cock earlier.

"I'm sorry son, I just woke up. I didn't mean to sleep that long." Rory said.

"I'm sorry if I woke you. Are you sleeping outside?" Senan asked. Then
Senan thought, 'he called me son!?!'

Rory chuckled a bit and said, "Yeah. I like it outside. I live in a
sort of a ranch - compound type place. My boss owns it. It's behind 8
foot walls. Lots of privacy. Here I'll give you a quick camera tour."
Rory then panned the camera around the compound. You couldn't really
see much besides more walls, a couple of out buildings and foliage.
But it gave Senan an idea.

As the camera panned he caught sight of what his dad was wearing. It
looked like all he had on was a cloth around his midsection. Just
enough to cover his cock and balls. It looked sweaty and a bit dirty.
Almost see through. From what he could see anyway. He also saw really
thick thighs and a flat stomach. The camera went by so quickly. "Wow.
Looks like a nice place." The grounds were well cared for anyway from
what Senan could see. Couldn't see much else, especially after his dad
flashed him. All he could picture was that mound of cloth above those
thick thighs.

"Thanks, my boss is generous to those closest to him. So I hear you
were at baseball practice?" Rory asked with a bit of pride in his
voice. He was also taken with Senan's deep voice. It wasn't a kid's
voice. Obviously his voice already went through the change. Hasn't
even cracked.

"Yeah, I like it but I like to wrestle better. I have to do something
in the summer." Senan said. Senan's confidence was showing as he
talked about sport. "I try to lift too. When I can. I have a set up in
the garage."

"It must have been hot today." Rory smirked. He was admiring what he
could see of the young stud, his son, just above the boy's stomach. He
already had a developed chest and his deltoids looked rounded as well.
A hint of admiration mixed in with pride.

"Why do you say that? Did you look at our weather or something?" Senan asked.

"Well you just got back and you're shirtless with a sheen of sweat. I
just looked at the evidence." Rory chuckled.

"Oh yeah. Well, I'm in my room. I hardly ever wear a shirt around the
house anyway. Usually just shorts or sweatpants in the winter. Gram
doesn't mind and she never comes into my room anymore. Gramps used to
let me wear whatever I wanted." For some reason Senan found himself
telling too much all at once. The truth was that Gramps liked to find
him in his room naked. He was the only one that walked in without
knocking. But that happened less after Senan went through puberty.

"Well, we seem to be definitely related. After work all I ever wear is
some sort of shorts." Rory smiled. Didn't think it was the right time
to let him know that he wore less than that usually. "So, you think
you might want to meet me sometime soon?" Rory asked.

"Yes!" Senan answered quickly, too quickly he thought, "I mean...if
you want to...I..."

"Yes son, I do. And don't be shy with me. I wasn't sure before you
called but I can say, without a doubt, I'm all in. If you want me in
your life you have me." Rory surprised himself with his own comment.
But he knew, once seeing the boy, the manchild before him, that he was
really all in. He fell in love with the kid right away. "I really hope
you do, want me in your life, that is."

As Senan listened to his dad he couldn't help but admire the man's
looks. He was good looking but in a masculine way. Not a model. He
looked like he had been through some stuff and was stronger for it.
Masculine, muscular and sexy. Senan's free hand moved between his legs
and he started to play with his freshly fucked hole. The older guys
that gramps had him play with never looked like his dad. Some of them
were ok looking but his dad was so hot. He didn't know how he could be
around him all the time and not lose it. "So when can you come?" Senan
asked him a bit out of breath. Not even the college athletes that
fucked him could hold a candle to his dad.

Rory caught it. Wondering what the boy was doing. He had an idea. He
knew the boy wasn't innocent but could they be that much alike? "What
are you doing son?"

"Huh, What do you mean?" Senan pulled his hand back feeling like he
got caught. "Nothing. Just laying here talking to you."

"Ok, ...sure. But listen. I want to talk to you about bringing you
back here to live. If that's alright with you?" Rory said. He kept
surprising himself how all in he was and now that he saw what he
thinks he saw he didn't think living here was going to be a problem.

"Um, I think so. Gram is finding it hard to make ends meet with this
big house and me around. I sort of eat a lot. Do you think we'll get
along?" Senan asked. Even though he knew he would do whatever it took
to get along with his dad. Had to be better than getting along with
his grandmother. She was nice to him but there was a distance. He knew
she loved him but she seemed not to want to get too close. It confused
him.

"We're doing pretty good so far. But I need to tell you things first.
They need to be kept between us. No need to tell your grandmother."
Rory said in a deep whisper. A sexy conspirators voice. He held that
flirty grin that he's used before. Unknowingly.

For a moment that made Senan tingle. His finger found its way back to
his hole. He petted the puffy lips while he said, "I can keep
secrets."

"Have you kept secrets from your grandmother before?" Rory asked. He
was sweating more now. He knew where this was going and couldn't help
wanting to see where it ended. There was almost a sexual tension now
that he couldn't explain.

"Yes." Senan barely got out. Something about this man hypnotized him.

"Did your secrets include other men? Your grandfather or more?" Rory
needed him to confess this so he could confess his life. He didn't
want the boy to be surprised.

"Yes, both. And more. Still do." Senan regretted that last part as
soon as he said it. "Um, sorry, I mean..."

Rory ignored it for the moment and said, "It's fine, son. We're a lot
alike son. I kept secrets too when I was your age. Lots of secrets."

"You did?" Senan asked. Even though he knew what his grandfather told
him. He said his father was just like him. Even though he fucked his
mother and other girls his dad still liked to get fucked himself. Just
like Senan. "Gramps told me we were a lot alike. Me and my father.
When you were younger."

"He did, did he? Well, yes son. But the secret I want to share with
you you have to promise not to share it with others until we get you
moved here. We're very private here and we want you to have your
privacy as well to do as you please. I know what it's like and I just
need to know that you will keep my secret until you move here and then
we can talk about anything you want. Can you do that for me?" Rory
felt like he was looking in a mirror 12 years ago or so. He felt like
he was making the deal with himself. "Just promise me that your
secrets have nothing to do with drugs."

"Ok, I promise. And, god no. Drugs? I mean, I know what my mother did,
that's why gram wouldn't let her come back here. I would never do that
to myself. But...um... You really want me to live with you?" Senan
sounded even more hopeful now. His dad just said they were alike. He
was hoping that meant that his dad wouldn't hate him for being gay.

"Yes, more than I ever imagined I would. But listen. I live with three
other men and one of their sons. I'm in a relationship with one of the
men." Rory started. Keeping it simple for now.

"Your boss?" Senan asked. But to Rory he didn't sound shocked. Just interested.

"No, his best friend. So, to make it clear, I'm pretty much gay son. I
hope that doesn't make you reconsider." Rory admitted.

"No! I mean, why would it." Senan said. "I mean...Well,...I'm pretty
gay too. But I'm not out. I don't want to be out until college."

"Good son. Good. We're being honest. One more thing because I don't
want you to be uncomfortable. We don't wear much around here when
we're home and not working. Some of the guys stay nude. What do you
have on right now son?" Rory asked.

That threw Senan for a moment and then thought, he wants honesty, he's
got it, "Just my jock sir. I striped off when I got into my room."

"And you decided to strip before you called me? Why?" Rory was
intrigued. He thought the kid was naked but he chose to wear his jock
on the call. He didn't know why that was so interesting.

"I usually don't wear a shirt anyway. But it was hot. And if I'm being
honest, I'm less nervous without clothes. But I kept the jock on to
try to be good for you. Tried to keep it decent. I wanted you to like
me." Senan said, sounding like a little boy.

"Awe baby, I do like you. You're so much like me. How could I not.
Friends?" Rory asked.

"Forever. Wish I could hug you." Senan said honestly.

"I'm sweaty and I stink. I'm not really house broke." Rory grinned and
then took a whiff of his pit.

"Oh fuck!" Senan let out in a whisper with that deep sexy voice that
Rory was amazed at.

"What was that son?" Rory said with an evil grin. His eyebrows arched
in amused surprise.

"Nothing dad. So, when are you coming?" Senan changed the subject real
quick. His dad was so fucking sexy. Not only was his hole pulsing but
his cock was hard under his jock.

"As soon as I can. Today if there is a flight." Rory could think of
nothing else but how to make this happen as soon as possible now. He
hoped Senan meant that he did too. "Text me your address and start
packing. What we can't put on the plane we'll ship. How soon do you
want this to happen? How soon do you want to live with me?" Rory
asked. His whisper deep again. Almost flirty.

"Tonight", Senan answered. He was activly petting his cunt's lips now.
Almost daring to get caught.

Rory laughed, "Well it's not going to be that soon but it will be soon
enough. I need to book a flight, a car and a hotel. Again, Text me
your address and then I'll let you know when I'll be there. I just
hope you don't have regrets after we do this."

"I don't think so, dad. Not at all." He couldn't wait to get out of
this house. Let his grandmother live her life so he can live his. And
from the little his father has told him so far he is going to enjoy
his new life. And just being around the hunk on the other end of the
call was enough for him. His dad was a walking wet dream.

Rory loved the way Senan said 'dad' so easily. It was like they both
were waiting for the same thing all their lives. "Ok, I'm going to get
going and make arrangements. I'll try to be there as soon as possible.
I'll text you when I know more. ="

"Dad?" Senan asked.

"Yes son?" Rory had one eyebrow raised in curiosity.

"What are you wearing right now?" Senan asked even though he was
afraid of being scolded for the question. But he was totally taken
with his dad. And the man gave off this erotic sexual vibe. He
couldn't help himself. Besides, from what he saw earlier, he knew it
wasn't much. They were a lot alike.

Rory laughed and said, "No secrets between us son. I've taken to
wearing a loincloth around the house. I like to hit the gym several
times a day for short workouts. So I keep them on. Just a simple cloth
that I have learned to wrap around myself."

"Wow. Sounds, um...comfortable." Senan said. The thought almost made
him cum in his jock.

"It is very comfortable. I'm a less is more type of guy. If you want
I'll show you how to wear one. That is, I hope you can be comfortable
around me." Rory said, "Now let me go so I can make travel
arrangements." He chuckled.

After they hung up Rory took off his loincloth and realized his cock
was full on hard. Senan is sexier than he was as a teen that was for
sure. He was determined to behave around him though. No matter how
much of his deviant behavior wanted to surface. But he had to rub one
out again before he made his arrangements. He knew he was sick but he
couldn't help it. Again, was this so different from Mateo and Cory and
what they did to him? God, he wished Cory and Anton were here to fuck
the shit out of him before he left. He loved Scott but really needed
to be power fucked.

Rory was able to get a Delta flight at 3:15 from Miami getting him
into Lexington at 7:02 PM. And then he booked an extra ticket on the
return for Senan. He hoped he was coming back with him after they met.
He then pulled up his Alamo app and rented a car and then pulled up
Marriott and rented a room at a Courtyard near the boy's house. Near
Beaumont where Senan was living with his grandmother. He sent all the
arrangements by text to Senan before he started to make any other
calls. Senan just respond with a thumbs up emoji.

Then he called Scott at the garage. He spent 10 mins telling him
everything he could, even about Senan's upbringing, and then said he
would be leaving this afternoon for just the night. Scott was
overwhelmed. He didn't know that Rory had a kid. He knew about most of
the other stuff but not about anyone getting pregnant or even having a
child. But, once his shock lessened, he wished him luck. Told Rory
that he had his back no matter what.

After Rory hung up on the call with Scott he called Cory. He wanted to
know it would be alright to bring his son here. If not he would get a
place. He was going to tell Cory that so he didn't feel any
obligation.

Cory and Anton were just about to go to dinner in London. Anton was
taking his time getting ready so when the phone rang Cory had plenty
of time to answer it. He was pleasantly surprised to see it was Rory.
"Hey stud. How's everything back home?" As much as he loved Anton he
really missed his ginger stud.

Anton heard him answer and came out of the bathroom in just a dress
shirt, nothing else. When he got Cory's attention Cory just mouthed
'Rory'. Anton got a curious look on his face wondering if anything was
wrong. And why would Rory call Cory and not him if something was
indeed wrong?

"You what? ...When? ...Fuck, no man, you're kidding.... That's great!
... You already know the answer to that brother. He's family, don't be
silly, you are not going anywhere, we have plenty of room and we need
you and you need him. .... No, I don't have any reservations about it.
Take care of him. Will he be comfortable with us? ... Oh, yeah?, ok.
.... Wow, .... OK, go get him and come home safely. We can't wait to
meet him next week. ... You bet, love you brother. ...OK, see you
soon." Cory ended the short, but informative phone call and then said,
"Huh".

"Huh what? What was all that about? Is anything wrong?" Anton went
into protective mode.

"Calm down. Sit down." Cory waited for Anton to sit, not without
noticing that his lover was naked from the waist down, and then said,
"Rory connected with his son. He's about 16, well almost..."

"16! Fuck, how the hell old was Rory?" Anton asked.

"He said he was barely 12, maybe 11. The girl was a bit younger.
Anyway he's going to get him. The kid wants to live with us. I hope
you're ok with it but I said absolutely." Cory said.

"Well it is your house, but will the kid be ok around us? I mean,
we're not exactly...." Anton began.

"House broke?" Cory laughed, "I know. But it seems the boy, Senan, is
a bit like Mateo. So I don't think we'll have any issues." Cory said.

"Oh fuck..." Anton said. Imagining how much like Mateo he could be.

They talked for a few more minutes and then went to dinner.

By 1 PM Rory was headed for MIA. He had a quick rinse, even rinsed his
pits but without soap, and then dressed in Chino shorts with a 5 inch
inseam and a plain linen button up shirt. It was almost, but not
quite, see through. Away from work he was an exhibitionist. Couldn't
help it. On his feet he wore some Hey Dude canvas shoes. No socks. He
brought a small backpack with toiletries and a couple of changes of
shirts. His short's legs rode up high because of his thick thighs. And
his shirt was extra large where he needed a double extra large. But he
looked like a normal Miami gym rat. Tight clothes over big muscles.
Buzzed red hair and Oakly sunglasses.

He landed in Lexington a few minutes early and headed for car rental.
As soon as he had a car he text Senan. "Hi son. I'm here. Do you want
to wait till morning? Or do you want to meet now?"

"Now please. Just come over. Gram wants to see you too. She only
remembers you as a 12 year old." Senan replied.

"Well, I'm sure she does. Ok, I'm heading over." He plugged the
address into the GPS and was surprised it was like 5 minutes or so
away.

'Am I ready for this?' he thought. Then he decided that not only was
he ready but it was all he could think about the last 8 hours. He has
never dropped everything like this before.

He pulled up to a well kept 2 story brick home. Looked like it could
be about 2500 square feet with a two car garage. It was in a
neighborhood of similar homes. Just as he was getting out of the car
the front door flew open and Senan came barging out with just shorts
on but stopped at the end of the front porch. The young stud almost
looked like he would be going to college in the fall instead of his
junior year in high school. He just stared at Rory. For the first time
he saw how big his dad really was. At 6'2" and about 230 pounds Rory
was a sight. Senan just let out a weak "Dad?".

Rory smiled at him and said, "Can I get that hug now?", as he walked
across the yard to get to the sidewalk in front of the house.

Senan went running into him and hugged him around the waist, barely
feeling like he could get his arms around the man. Rory was taken with
how short he was. The kid could only be about 5' 8 or 9". But he was
built. Teen built. Rory's big arms engulfed the boy. The only
noticable differences between the two were the height, Rory was taller
even at 16, and Senan's darker hair. The Boyles were more what they
call 'black Irish' while Rory was a ginger. So Senan must have
inherited his mother's height and coloring. But his looks came from
his father. There was no doubt. "Fuck son. I can't believe I have you
in my arms. It all went so fast." Then he realized he cursed, "Sorry,
I'll try to curtail the cursing."

Senan didn't want to let go. He didn't care about cursing at all.
"Fucking doesn't matter. You're here. That's all that matters." Senan
said, letting Rory know that the cursing was more than ok. Cory
laughed while they hugged. The warmth of his dad and his scent made
Senan feel so comfortable. And his dad's big hands traveling up and
down his bare back made him shiver.

Just then an older woman came to the door and was smiling. Rory barely
recognized her but he knew it was Mrs. Boyle. He held up his hand to
wave. "Come in when you're ready you two." She said and then went back
in the house. She seemed happy to see it going well. Rory wondered
about her motives however. But this was his son and he was happy to
take him into his life.

When they got inside the first thing Rory did was show Mrs. Boyle his
identification. Driver's license and passport. Mrs. Boyle laughed and
said from the time she saw him on the news she had no doubt who he was
but she appreciated the gester. Mrs. Boyle had made some food for them
and they sat and got to know each other. Senan had put on a tight
plain white tee shirt to eat. His teen muscles making the material
taunt. Rory couldn't help admire how attractive the kid was. Senan was
having similar thoughts, although his were a bit more dirty. His
grandfather always told him what a dirty little slut he was and he was
feeling that way as he lusted after Rory.

Senan and Rory sat next to each other and Mrs. Boyle sat across from
them. Rory told them all about his job and then, without giving away
too much information he explained the property he lived on and how it
had a guest house and separate living quarters. He said how he already
got his bosses ok to bring Senan back. He let them know that there was
tons of room and Senan would have a choice of bedrooms.

"Oh, that's what you meant about your roommate situation. It sounds
wonderful actually. You're very lucky to have such a generous boss."
Mrs. Boyle said while smiling at Senan. Hoping he thought so too. Rory
caught it. She really can't wait to unload the boy. She seemed a bit
phoney. He doubted that if he told her he lived in his car if it would
have made a difference. But he was happy to see she treats him well.
At least he thought so by what he's seen so far. There is respect
there from both of them but he doesn't see much warmth. Rory would ask
for Cory's help with lawyers to ensure that she no longer has anything
to do with Senan besides pleasantries. Like cards and letters and a
call now and then. If she even calls. He suspected it wouldn't be
often if she did.

After more discussion, and after Mrs. Boyle handing Rory Senan's
papers, his birth certificate, where Rory saw his name as the father
which gave him pause, and stuff he'll need for school. Immunizations
and stuff. The conversation was dwindling with her. He knew he could
talk to his boy forever though.

After a couple hours Rory was beat, emotionally and from traveling,
and said, "Son, I'm going to head to the hotel. How early do you want
me back?"

"Can't you just stay here?" Senan said, but Rory saw some shock in
Mrs. Boyle's eyes although she didn't say anything. Rory could tell
she wasn't expecting an over-night guest.

"Son, I already have a hotel. I'll be back as early as you want..."
Rory began. But then Mrs. Boyle cut in.

"He could go with you if you want. To the hotel. You two need to get
to know each other. And I'll be fine here." She said. It threw Rory
but then he thought why not. But he also realized she was cutting the
cord as soon as she could. He was learning two things. To respect her
for taking care of Senan all these years but to also not trust her
from this point on.

Rory thought for a moment and then said, "Fine with me. We can have
breakfast there and then come back and take you to lunch before we
leave. Our flight is at 3 in the afternoon. What do you think, son?"
Rory thought that it was going to be complicated. He only had a king
room and he didn't bring anything to wear to bed. Not even underwear.
All he had on were his shorts and shirt.

"Yes!" Senan said with a huge smile on his face that melted Rory's
heart, "I'll grab my toothbrush and sneakers. I doubt I'll need
anything else until we come back here."

Rory found that interesting. He could smell the baseball field on the
boy still and a little bit of musk like sex. But he didn't put much
weight into that. Probably just exertion. But he did know that all the
boy had on was gym shorts and a jock, if he still had it on, and a tee
shirt. The boy was almost too much like him. Didn't even mention
needing a shower. "Sounds good, son." He would make sure the boy
dressed nicer for his last lunch with his grandmother.

Senan literally just grabbed a toothbrush and his sneakers. He didn't
bother putting the sneakers on though. After saying goodnight to his
grandmother he just followed Rory to the rental car carrying his
toothbrush in one hand and his sneakers in the other.

Once they were seated and seatbelts were on Rory said, "I hope you
understand that since this was just an overnight trip I didn't pack
very much. Like literally just two more shirts and my toothbrush. One
shirt for tomorrow and a back up. I don't have anything to wear to
bed." He some how knew it wasn't a problem but he wanted to be clear.

"I don't either." Senan said as he looked forward waiting for Rory to
put the car into gear. All Rory could think was that this boy was
trouble. A good kind of trouble. The kind of trouble he could be weak
for. But trouble non the less.

Once checked in at the hotel, Rory bought a couple of waters and some
soda and two beers from the market in the lobby. Then they headed to
the elevator. Once they were in the room Senan striped off his tee
shirt while Rory put away the drinks into the mini fridge. Grabbing a
beer for himself now.  He looked over and saw the young stud climb
onto the bed with the remote in his hands. He was amazed at how
comfortable the boy was in his own skin with a father that he just
met. He was never even that comfortable with himself at that age.

Rory unbuttoned his shirt and toed off his shoes. Then he joined the
boy on the bed.

"I thought you said you were more comfortable without clothes?" Senan
asked in an almost flirty way. It threw Rory for a moment. But Senan
was able to get a good look at his dad for the first time. His beefy
chest and wide muscular shoulders made him shudder a bit. And the
masculine scent that surrounds him made him all that more attractive.
It wasn't offensive. It was clean and natural. Senan was hoping to see
more.

"Well, usually I am." Rory answered quietly.

"Am I making you uncomfortable?" Senan asked with a bit of a grin on
his face. The boy was going to be the death of Rory.

"No, here." Rory took off his shirt and threw it on a chair. Then he
leaned back on the headboard. To Senan he looked like the most
impressive man he's ever met. "Happy?" Rory asked as he gave a teasing
grin.

"Not yet." Senan said with a smirk as he chose something from the TV's
menu. Making Rory wonder what that meant but he didn't ask.

They settled on a movie and soon they both slid down and were leaning
up against each other. Rory then put his arm around Senan's shoulder
and brought him in closer. Senan's head ended up on Rory's chest. His
right hand on Rory's stomach. Rory held him tight against him enjoying
the intimate heat between the two. Soon Rory was drifting off to
sleep.

A bit later he felt movement. He found Senan under the covers but
still with his head on Rory's chest. He was barely awake. "Good idea
son. Time for some sleep. You can leave the TV on." He pulled the
covers back and saw his son was naked underneath. But Senan was half a
sleep. So Rory just shrugged his shoulders and dropped his shorts and
then got into bed. Senan pulled right back into him under his arm.
They were both out quickly after that.

Sometime in the middle of the night Rory had woken with Senan attached
to him as the little spoon. Rory was hard and his cock was almost
right in Senan's trench. He again shrugged his shoulders and went back
to sleep with his arms wrapped around the boy. His final thought was,
'I really need to control my cock'.

In the morning Rory found himself on his back with Senan's head on his
chest again. The boy was waking up himself. Rory pulled him close and
kissed the top of his head. "Sleep well, son?" he asked.

"Best sleep ever. Can we sleep together again sometimes?" Senan asked
somewhat sheepishly.

"As long as you don't mind Scott in bed with us." Rory said matter of
factly. Then he was worried about what he said.

"Is that your partner? I never asked his name." Senan asked. "Would he
mind very much?"

"Yes, he's my partner. And I don't think you have to worry about
Scott. He's pretty laid back." Rory chuckled. A moment of concern
flashed across his mind. His son, who he just met, was in bed naked
with him. "Son?"

"Yes sir?" Senan asked. He turned on his side to face his dad. His
head resting on his hand. Elbow on the bed.

"Are you sure about all this. I mean, I'm not your conventional
father." Rory said as he turned on to his side as well facing Senan.

"I'm not your conventional son." Senan quipped back.

"Touché. But you know what I mean. I guess...well... I don't have any
hang ups at all. Especially about nudity and sex. But I don't want to
harm you in any way. I know I'm going to love you so much. I can feel
it. I'm responsible for you now. I don't want to fuck it up is what I
guess I'm saying."

"Gram and I aren't very close. It's mostly due to the fact that her
husband would sleep in my bed half the time since I was about 7. He
never covered it up with her. He basically shoved it in her face. He
finally stopped coming to my bed a couple of years ago. I was too old
for him. He had buddies that provided what he needed outside of the
house. Gram always took care of me but never got too close. I think I
remind her of her crappy marriage." Senan said in a very mature way,
then, "I know what he did to you and to others. He told me. He was
proud of it. We're the same dad. But I like older men than my age or
younger. I suspect I may like teens when I'm an adult but never kids."

"Wow, son. You do know what I'm talking about. And yeah. We are a lot
alike. So you haven't had sex in two or three years?" Rory asked. He
was both sad for Senan and relieved.

"I didn't say that. Do you want me to be honest or would you rather
not know?" Senan asked as he started to play with the hairs on his
father's chest. The small intimate gesture sent some blood to Rory's
already half hard cock. Thankfully, he thought, the sheet was covering
his midsection.

"At this point, son, I think we shouldn't have any secrets. If one of
us asks something we are ok with knowing the answer. After what you
just told me I'm ok knowing everything. It can't be worse than what
your grandfather did to both your mother and I. But he had help from
my own step-dad. Your mother was really affected from it. That's why I
worry about you." Rory said. "But what we tell each other is our
secret. When we get home, our home, with the guys, you can always be
honest there too. We're all alike in some form or another. But outside
of our little family it's a secret."

"Are you not affected by it?" Senan asked.

"Somewhat, but I channeled it differently than she did. I took care of
myself because no one else was going to. That's what I hope for you,
with my support." Rory said. "You're going to have what I didn't. Me."

"I like having you." Senan said as he hugged Rory's midsection.
Bringing his naked body right up against Rory. He felt the boy's
hardon against his thigh but didn't say anything. He was mostly hard
himself. He knew he shouldn't be but the boy had his own way of being
attractive. An old soul like Rory had been.

"So, you were going to tell me about the past two years or so. After
your grandfather." Rory couldn't help himself. He had to know.

"Well, mostly other guys at school and stuff. At baseball camp there
is a college guy. He's the coach's assistant this summer. He fucks me
after practice." Senan said and then regretted being so blunt. But
when he looked at Rory, Rory just nodded for him to go on. He wasn't
shocked. "It's happened about a dozen times so far." Senan was honest.
Rory felt Senan's precum leaking on his thigh now. His own was
starting to leak onto his stomach. "Gramps fucked me a lot but I
really liked it when he introduced me to younger men more. He would
basically pimp me out. Gramps was sort of gross."

"Fuck, son. Um, when was the last time?" Rory asked, shaking from his
pent up horniness. He just bypassed the whole thing about the
grandfather. He was sure the man didn't age well.

"Yesterday, at the end of practice." Senan said matter of fact. "The
coach's assistant."

"So you were playing with your puffy hole when you were facetiming
with me? Weren't you?" Rory said, his sexuality getting the better of
him. His voice becoming deeper with his slight accent coming out. Deep
and sexy. His alpha was taking hold.

"Yes, dad, I'm sorry. But I've been willing for a while now. I like
sort of being of service. Making other guys happy." Senan said. He
knew what he was doing. Seducing another man. He's done it many times
before. Feeling his dad's big hand traveling up and down his back now
was giving him hope that his dad was a lot more like him than he was
letting on. That he would do things to him like others had done.

Rory realized that his hand was traveling up and down the boy's spine
as they spoke. His hand even grazed the top of the boy's ass a few
times. He even felt Senan push back on his hand. His son was a little
slut like he was. Probably more so. Because Senan seemed more brazen
than he was. But he had to make an attempt to resist this. At least
until they were home. Safely at home. "Son, you know what you're
doing, don't you?"

"What do you mean?" Senan played innocent. But it didn't fool Rory.

"Right. We're going to table this for now. You already know what
you're doing to me but we need to know each other first." Rory said.

Senan hand went under the sheet and wrapped around Rory's ample cock,
"Fuck daddy." He said in amazement. "It feels so good."

"Senan, son...!?!?" Rory was so conflicted, "We have to stop."

As Senan's head traveled down Rory's stomach to his midsection Rory
was unable to move, "Just touch my cunt, sir." The brazen teenager
said just before he took Rory into his mouth. Rory flexed and took in
a deep breath. Not believing what was happening.

But Rory's hand traveled down Senan's crack and his middle finger
rubbed on the boy's pucker. "You need to stop son. I only have so much
will power." He said as the boy took half his cock down his throat. It
reminded him of Senan's experience. "Can you at least stop for now?
Wait till we're home? I'll let you be yourself there. I promise."

"Really?" Senan said as he took his mouth off of his father's cock.

Rory stuck the tip of his middle finger in the boy's hole and pushed
it in half way making the boy whimper. "I said I promise." Then he
took out his finger and brought it to his mouth and sucked on it.

"Oh fuck, dad. I hope you mean it. I need someone I love to help me."
Senan said.

"You love me, son?" Rory said with a bit of pride and apprehension.

"How could I not?" Senan said.

"I can't help but love you too, son. I want to do right by you." Rory
said while pulling the boy on top of him and hugging him tight. "I
just want to protect you. Not fuck you up."

"You're not the one that will fuck me up, dad. If I am fucked up it
happened long before this." Senan again sounding way older than his
years, "Will Scott hug me too? Like this? Or will I be in the way."
Senan asked with concern.

"Trust me, you won't be in the way." Rory said, "Now, breakfast and
then we'll meet your grandmother. Then it will be just us." Rory said.

"Forever?" Senan asked, now sounding much younger than he was.

"For as long as you can put up with your old man." Rory smiled at him
and the let himself give the boy a kiss on the lips. A quick one.

"For an old man I hit the jackpot." Senan smirked. Wishing the kiss
was longer. But all in due time. But his teenage patience was getting
the best of him.

With that Rory headed for the bathroom and used the toilet and then
took a quick rinse. Soon Senan was joining him under the water. "Don't
use soap on your underarms sir."

"I usually don't but what makes you say that?" Rory was astounded
again by the boy's brazenness.

"I like how you smell." Senan smirked."Blue collar guys Gramps would
set me up with turned me on the most. Especially their natural scent.
Real men. I never liked the ones with colonge and stuff."

"Well, another thing we have in common. I hate colonge and rarely, if
ever, use deoderant. And when I do it's the natural stuff that washes
off. But my stink is usually a lot stronger, especially at home." Rory
admitted.

"I can't wait." Senan said making Rory's cock react again. So he
rinsed quickly and then dried off. How is this young guy, his son,
such a pig so young? he thought.

While Senan finished in the shower Rory got dressed as quickly as
possible. No need to temp the boy further, or himself. Rory was now
cursing his attractiveness. And the boy's attractiveness as well. He
was going to have to tell all this to Scott soon. And then to Cory and
Anton. He dreaded the conversation. Not because he thought his family
would be shocked. It was because he would be admitting what the boy
does to him.

The rest of the morning and lunch with Senan's grandmother went
quickly. Before Rory knew it they were heading home and his life would
be changing forever. At least the part where he was responsible for
another human being went. Before he and Senan knew it the plane was
touching down in Miami.

Senan was dressed in his usual Gym shorts with a sleeveless tee shirt.
Sneakers on his feet without socks. His natural teen scent throwing
Rory off his game now and then. Making him crazy with lust for the
boy. Rory still had on the same shorts and shoes he wore the day
before but with a different button up. Tan linen with laced strips
going down each side of the front. More see through than the one he
wore the day before. Mrs. Boyle was even admiring his body as he saw
her eyes boring holes through his shirt. But, as woman, especially a
middle aged woman, she did nothing for him, he ignored it. It was
different when he caught the same looks from Senan. That made his cock
tingle. Rory liked to be attractive, especially to men. Most men. He
loved seeing the effect he had on men. The three men in his family for
sure and now Senan. Senan was going to cause concern for him however.
He wasn't sure how to play it.

After walking to the parking garage they collected Rory's truck, a
newer black Silverado Trail Boss crew cab. Senan gave a soft whistle
when he saw it. Gave Rory a bit of pride that his son appreciated his
taste. "Wow, dad. Nice ride." Senan said as they loaded Senan's bags
into the back seat.

It was hot and muggy and the inside of the truck was stifling. Rory
unbutton his shirt and took off his shoes before getting in. Senan was
already in the passenger seat as he was getting in. When Senan saw his
dad was unbuttoned and shoeless he toed off his shoes and took off his
tee shirt. Then he even thought he may have been too brazen. "Is this
ok dad?"

"Once we're inside the gates at home you can do as you please. No one
going to see you from this point on than me and, probably Scott." Rory
grinned at the boy. He was starting to feel more relaxed now that they
were back in his territory. He even dared to take off his own shirt.
The humidity making him sweat more making him very aware of his own
scent.

"Fuck" Senan said under his breath.

"What's that son?" Rory grinned at Senan. Knowing what just happened.
No matter who Senan was Rory couldn't help his exhibitionist
tendencies and showing off. But he liked showing off for his son the
most. Not only was there lust in his eyes but he saw pride there too.
Hoping it was pride of having Rory as a dad.

"I'm going to love it here, dad." Was all Senan said. His voice quiet
as he admired the man.

"I hope so. I never want you to leave. Even when you're an adult and
want to get away from me I'm going to try to do everything I can to
keep you here." Rory admitted. More to himself than to the boy.

"I doubt I'll ever want to leave." Senan said as he took off his
shorts leaving him in his jock. "Is this ok, daddy?" His voice may
have been deep but he still had a little boy's undertone.

Rory looked over and said, "Fuck, son. What are you trying to do to
me?" Rory felt his cock go hard in his tight shorts. But he kept his
composure. They weren't that far from home. "You can stay like that
but I'm not going to look because you're going to get us killed if I
do. I'll fucking run into a tree. Fuck!." He couldn't deny that it
turned him on. He was going to have to fuck the shit out of Scott when
he got home.

They made it to the compound in one piece. As Senan looked around all
he could say was, "This place is awesome. Where is my room?"

"In the stable with the horses." Rory deadpanned.

Senan looked at him shocked for a moment and then saw the slightest of
grins on his father's lips. "Good try dad."

They parked and Rory looked around. The place was deserted. Scott
should be home in an hour or so. "Let's get your shit into one of the
guest rooms. Then you can swim."

"There's a pool?" Senan almost squeled.

"Yes, there's a pool. Right behind that gate." he indicated the wooden
gate that was surround by the six foot inner wall that was around the
main house. "Wear what you want. Or not. I'm over being worried about
it." Rory said with resignation. He had a feeling it was going to be
hard to get Senan out of the pool or get him to wear anything from
this point.

Senan jumped out of the truck and left all his shit in it. He went
searching for the pool. Running around in just his jock with his fat,
firm, fucking hot ass on display. Next thing Rory knew there was a
splash. 'Fucking kid.' Rory thought as he chuckled. Feeling his cock
chubbed up.

Rory sat there half hard in his shorts thinking about this point
forward. He hoped Scott understood what was happening. How could he
not though. Rory had seen him with his own nephews. If they were
really his nephews. Could be his sons. At least one of them. They
talked about DNA tests but haven't done it yet. No one was in any
hurry.

Rory looked at the clock on the truck and saw it was already 5:15.
Scott would be home soon. Time for a beer, or six. He would unload
Senan's shit later. If then. It didn't matter. They weren't going
anywhere and the kid is definitly comfortable as a nudist. Kept in his
room that way. Servicing men. All types of men. Fucking his little
cunt. Breeding his ass. 'Fuck!' Rory thought as he was getting hard
again.

He got out of the truck in just his shorts and went straight to the
kitchen and grabbed a couple of beers for himself, the first one went
down easily, and then he grabbed a bottle of water for the boy. As he
passed the pool patio, just before entering the kitchen, he looked
down and saw the discarded jock strap. 'Fucking kid', he shook his
head and smirked as he went into the house. Ater he downed that first
beer he dropped his shorts inside the door and grabbed the drinks, two
more beers for himself and the bottle of water for Senan, then went
out and sat in the shade on a patio table waiting for his son to be
done or for Scott to be home. Naked in the shade.

Knowing Scott he would strip off in the truck before coming in the
pool gate. He always just left his coveralls in the truck along with
his boots and socks. He would even wear his socks a few days in a row.
Such a fucking pig. Another reason Rory loved him. And just as that
thought entered his mind a very naked Scott entered the gate. Scott
looked over and saw Rory sitting on the patio table having beers.
Naked and sexy as fuck as he always is. "Babe!" Scott let out. He went
right to Rory and stole a long kiss from him. A wet and nasty kiss.
Fucking his mouth like he hadn't seen him in months instead of hours.
"Fuck, I missed you." Scott said as he pulled away.

"I missed you too, baby. As I always do. But it's only been 36 hours.'
Rory said as he grabbed onto one of Scott's ass cheeks as he stood in
front of him. "My fucking hot wrench turner."

"So did you bring your son? Is he napping?" Scott asked just as Senan
was starting to climb the steps leading out of the pool. Scott didn't
hear him. But Senan was taking in the scene in front of him. His hot
naked father holding on to another hot muscular dude's ass.

"Look behind you." Rory smirked.

Scott turned his head and immediately saw the short athletic manchild
with a dark reddish brown five o'clock shadow standing behind him
dripping from the pool. "Fuck!" then Scott recovered, "I'm sorry, but
that's your son?"

"Yep, my little bundle of joy. More joy than I was expecting. Watch
him, he bites." Rory joked.

"I hope so. Fuck...sorry. I mean, shit. He looks so much like you. And
a lot older than you described." Scott was too shocked to move. "He
looks like he's in college!"

"Senan, this is Scott. My lover. Scott, this is my son, Senan." Scott
slowly made his way to the boy with his hand extended. Seeing two
people he knew he loved coming so close together made Rory's cock chub
up a bit. He knew he was twisted but couldn't help it.

Just as Scott got to Senan, Senan swatted Scott's hand away and said,
"Dad said you would be ok hugging me. I want a hug, not a hand shake."
And Senan went in for it. Wrapped himself around Scott. Scott, not
being opposed to such an intimate act with a teenager, wrapped his
arms around the boy too.

Senan regarded the man before he hugged him. Althought he was shorter
than his dad, probably under six feet, he was well built. Somewhere
between himself and his dad. But mature muscle. Still hotter than the
college boys he played with. He silently hoped he could sleep in the
middle of these two.

"Sorry Senan. Didn't know you were with the program. But you're right.
You're family. I'll hug you anytime you want" Scott said. Just as Rory
knew he would Scott was very comfortable being intimate with Senan.

"A hug is probably not all he wants." Rory let out. Half joking and
half serious. He hadn't told Scott everything yet. But he told him
enough for him to catch on he thought.

"Whatever. As long as he feels safe with us." Scott simply said. Then
he turned to Senan, "Are you gay, like us? I mean, I'm assuming..."

Senan just shook his head yes as it was buried in Scott's chest.
Holding him even tighter. Scott, in turn, pulled Senan in tighter as
well. "We're here to help you then young stud. You let us know what
you need." Scott said. Rory couldn't help but notice both the guys had
chubbed up themselves. 'Fuck, we're all going to hell.' he thought
feeling his own cock firming up.

Then Rory saw Senan's nose going for Scott's pit. He was actually
wedging it in there. Scott was ripe after a full day at the garage.
Rory caught his scent as soon as he kissed him. Then Scott raised his
arm giving Senan access, "Fuck, you are like us. You want a taste of
old Scott? You can have it." Scott said as he looked at Rory. Hoping
he hadn't overstepped. But Rory knew Scott and knew that Scott would
never force anything. He could tell what Senan was like and was laid
back about it. Laid back the way Rory wished he could be. But he
wasn't there yet. So he just nodded to Scott.

Meanwhile Senan was lapping up and sucking on Scott's pit. Both of
them hard now. And so was Rory. Painfully hard. Rory went into the
house and grabbed some more beers. He needed to suck down beers if
this was going to happen in front of him. When he got back outside
Senan and Scott were kissing a bit and talking. Then Scott turned to
Rory and said, "He wants to lay down where he saw you laying down when
you facetimed. In the hut.

Rory just went back inside without saying anything, grabbed a bucket,
put beers in it and filled it with ice. When he came back out they
were waiting for him. Wondering what he was thinking. Scott had a
feeling about the beers but Senan seemed worried. But he didn't say
anything and just lead the way. The three naked guys just let their
hard cocks lead them across the compound. Senan and Scott just
followed Rory through the flagstone path that went through the foliage
and let out in front of the stable across a dirt path. Senan was
admiring his dad's muscular ass and back as he walked. Scott saw it
and smirked. 'Yeah, the kid is with the program.' Scott thought.

When they got to the hut Rory put the beers on the little table and
laid back on the makeshift bed. He put a hand behind his head and
grabbed a beer with the other one. He wasn't sure if he was going to
participate but he was as sure as fuck going to watch. His hard ample
cock laid across his lower abs.

But he decided to verbally participate. He couldn't help it. "Son?,"
he put the beer down and then reached up and put a hand on his son's
face, his cheek.

"Yes dad?" Senan asked as he pushed his face into the warm and sweaty
palm of his father. He never felt this kind of love before. A mutual
love.

"Do you need to be a little slut baby? You need some cock?" Rory
asked. He knew it was wrong but he couldn't help it. He knew who Senan
was and who he was. Scott's eyes went wide in a bit of shock. But that
didn't make him go soft. If anything he got harder. "I'm not going to
stop you but I don't want you to get hurt either. Tell us if anything
is wrong."

"Yes dad. Is that ok? That I want it. I want both of you." Senan asked
while caressing his dad's hand with his face. Kissing the palm and
licking it a few times.

"Of course it is baby. I know you need your little cunt reemed by a
man. But you've barely been here an hour and you're already seducing
my lover. How does that make you feel, son?" Rory asked.

"Like a little slut. A dirty little slut. Can you forgive me?" Senan
asked. Obviously he was used to roll playing. And it was hot.

"Fuck!" Scott said behind Senan.

"Why would I need to forgive you for being just like me? Look at my
cock baby. You turn me on and I feel like a dirty slut too. But I like
to be a dirty slut. So does Scott. You be whoever you need to be."
Rory said as he stuck his thumb into Senan's mouth. Senan sucked on it
for a while and then bent over. It happened so fast that Rory couldn't
stop it. Senan swallowed half of Rory's cock. "Oh fuck baby."

"Fuck!" Scott said again. This was igniting his pig gene. He couldn't
help to squat down behind Senan and dive into his ass. Eating it with
a vengence. Senan pushed his ass back into Scott's face. "Fucking
tight hole." Scott said right into Senan's ass. "Hairless tight hole.
With a fat muscular ass. Fuck!"

"Sucks cock like a pro too. Daddy's little slut. God I'm one lucky
fucker." Rory was getting lost in the depravity of it all. Everything
he swore he would try to resist was quickly going out the window.
Senan was moaning and whimpering around his cock as Scott paid
attention to his hole. "You want Scott to fuck you baby? Fuck your hot
ass while you suck my cock?"

"Hm hmmm" Senan said in agreement. Never taking Rory's cock out of his mouth.

Scott popped up and looked at Rory with a question in his eyes. Rory
said, "He needs it babe. I can't do it. Not yet. Maybe not ever. But
he needs it. Tell me you don't want to." Rory knew his son was so much
like him. How could he deny him what he wanted?

Scott didn't answer. He just lined his cock up to Senan's hole. He
slid in easily. Too easily. The hole was massaging his cock as he
entered. "Fuck!" Scott said yet again as Senan whimpered around Rory's
cock. "Little bro is experienced. He's sucking me in." Scott said in
amazement.

"He knows how to suck a man's cock to babe. Making me crazy." Rory admitted.

All Senan could do was moan around Rory's cock. He had one hand on
Rory's thigh and the other on his chest. Holding on as Scott picked up
his momentum. Then Senan looked up at his father and let Rory's cock
drop from his mouth. "I'll do anything the two of you want. I love
this. Getting used. Especially with guys like you. I've been used a
long time sir and I enjoy it. Making men happy. Will you let me do
that for you and Scott. Make you happy?" Senan said between grunts.
Scott's cock, although not as big as Rory's, was still rearranging his
insides. Reminding him how empty he feels without a cock in his ass.
He's had so many in his young life. More than he's let on so far. But
now he can see his dad won't reject him.

As if he knew what Senan was thinking, Rory said, "It hasn't been just
a few, has it son? How often?"

Senan shuddered, he felt like Rory was reading his mind, but he
promised to be honest, "A lot. Few times a week when I'm lucky."

"Oh fuck!" Scott said when he heard that.

"College guys?" Rory asked.

"And their coaches. Some frat guys. A couple of my coaches. I've
learned how to find them. Discreetly." Senan said quietly. "I love
sitting in class with a load in my ass. It calms me and I can do my
school work. So I'll go to one of the offices before class. Of someone
I know will give me what I want."

"Fuck baby. After a mission in the desert I had a group of friends
that knew what I needed too. They would rape my ass to calm me down."
Rory admitted, something not even Scott knew, but he didn't care. His
son was just like him. Whether or not it was right didn't matter to
him right then. But he understood Senan.

They both noticed Scott fucking harder now. And then Scott said,
"Rory, you're going to need to fuck my ass after this. I hope you have
it in you."

"Always." Rory said with a weak smile as he looked at his son. "Scott?"

"Yeah?" Scott was about to get his nut and wondered what Rory could
possibly want right now. He realized he sounded almost irritated.

"You mind if Senan sleeps with us?" Rory said as Senan lowered his
mouth back onto Rory's cock. "I mean, if he wants to." Senan made the
moaning sounds of agreement as he sucked Rory's cock with more of a
purpose.

"Oh fuck. Fuck no. Hot little cub can sleep right between us. On top
of us. I'm included?" This was hitting Scott's perv gene in all the
right places. He felt on the verge of cumming.

Senan lifted himself off Rory to say, "Always. I don't know what I did
to deserve two hot daddies but I'm down. I want to serve both of you
if you'll have me." Then he went right back to sucking.

"Fuck, son. You don't have to serve us. Just love us the way we're
going to love you." Rory said as he ran his hand through Senan's hair.

Senan lifted his head again and looked right at his father as he
pushed back his hips, sucking Scott's cock into him, as he flexed his
ass muscles. "Oh Fuck!" Scott yelled out, "He's so fucking talented."

"I like to serve, dad. I get off on this, making men feel good. Any
man. My age or older. I lift and do squats to develop a fuckable body.
Something men will enjoy. I'm hoping that you and Scott will enjoy me.
I want to be better for you. Work out with you. Love you. Can I do
that, dad?" Senan asked. Scott had stopped fucking for a moment but
remained buried inside of the tight hole.

"Fuck, we can both serve your dad. Wanna be my little bro with
benefits? Fucking hot cub is right." Scott said as he started pumping
in and out slowly again.

Senan smiled and turned to Scott. "Yeah, I do. I'll be your little
bro. As long as you fuck me. Maybe while dad is fucking you." Senan
said.

"Fuck, you two have clicked quickly. You're so much alike. I'm one
lucky fucker." Rory said.

TBC

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