By Bix Meister
"The Wheelhouse"
This is a story featuring gay men, and gay sex, intended for Adults, not Minors. It is fiction, and as such is not based on any actual people or events. It is a fantasy intended purely as a catalyst for pleasure. No attempts have been made to portray safe sex, but the author encourages you to practice it.
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Notice, this chapter and series feature a relationship between adult father and son. If this is not your cup of tea, I suggest you check out my Snowplow series. If you've already read my Snowplow series, you may find a character or two which are familiar.
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"The Wheelhouse"
"Dad I just got dumped."
"He let me take one selfie of us."
I sent Dad the selfie, put down my phone, then opened the laptop. I would need a diversion to help me get over losing Sky. I would go to my favorite camming website and chat up some of my friends. One of the guys would be on, or I would fire up my own cam. I wasn't looking forward to the last possibility, because it would be hard to hide my emotions.
The ride home robbed me of my happiness. It seemed like Sky talked more in those ten minutes than he had in 8 months of knowing him. He and his wife were moving. His daughter was going to the U of M soon, and his wife got a new job in the Twin Cities. He would find an agency down there and try to retain some of the clients he had here in Duluth.
"You know that Lowell was right. I've fallen in love with you J, but I can't fuck up my family for a twenty-year-old." I didn't correct him on my age. I let him continue with his version of "It's not you, it's me." It's the most tired excuse of all time, and it didn't lessen the blow any. Nor did his last words. "I came for you, J. You are the only man I have done that with. The kiss too. I have only done that with you."
Sky kissed me one last time. I knew it was our last. When I asked for the selfie, he obliged.
I slowly stripped off my clothes, then grabbed the coconut oil just in case. Three guys were on cam, out of my many favorites. I clicked on the name that always made me smile, and the face and body that launched a thousand hard-ons; Dildodonkeypunch.
DDP was a slyly ironic twist of a name for a gentle giant of a guy. His age, fur, gut glasses and face, were right in my wheelhouse. He was another guy who could cuddle the fuck out of you. His gang of guys were known as the Cuddle Bear Army. I boned up in anticipation of seeing him on cam.
"J!" he yelled, then mimed a hug. The chat-screen filled with versions of this virtual hug. It was scrolling fast, as most friends followed their "J!" greeting with their favorite bear hug gif.
I responded in kind, having personalized gifs for most men on the list. It was amazing how quickly their greetings turned my emotions around.
"Hows the JDad?" DDP asked. "I thought you'd be spending the weekend with him."
"It's complicated, but I think he's good."
I watched the chat screen scroll as I thought about what I could share. My dad's relationships had to be off limits I realized. Though I knew some of the men could be of help, it was his information to share, not mine.
I saw that I had a private message from DDP so I clicked on it.
"You aren't telling the whole story, I know it. You can tell me."
"DDP, you know me so well. Dad is going through a lot that I didn't know about. I gave him some space to figure it out. I also made a trip to the sauna where I met up with WGD."
"Oh, the World's Greatest Ass huh, I mean Dad. That probably means he has drained you, and you are down a quart."
"Well, it's complicated, but I made him cum for the first time. Unfortunately, it was also the last time."
I noticed I was missing out on the chat in the main screen, so I typed:
"Hey, you got a room full of guys. I'll let you get back to that."
When I got to the main screen I heard him say, "Guys, our boy J could use some loving. Let's go balls to the wall."
DDP stood and shook his oversized eggs at me. My friends joined in by sharing their favorite ball gifs. I took a snap of my sac, and texted it to DDP. He picked up his phone and gave me a questioning look. "Can I J?"
I typed in my fave "thumbs up" gif and hit send. Seconds later, my balls were on display for forty-six friends, and four anons.
I glanced at my phone and saw a text from Dad which was quickly followed by one from DDP. I clicked on that one.
"When you need to talk, you know who is always available."
"I know DDP. I told my dad he has to Be Happy."
"Now I need to take my own advice."
"Does this make you happy?"
The photo that came after, was a sight I had seen many times. DDP's hard dick, plump balls, and furry gut always hit the spot. I was fleshing out as DDP pushed his laptop back and sprawled on his couch.
clintbeastwood: "Looks like J got DDP going again"
Daddybator: "FUCK YEAH, LOOK AT THAT DIC"
Loinstare69: "ugh, it's hot `n' all, but caps-lock much?"
Loin was one of my three brothersfromanothermother. We shared similar taste in guys. The Brotherhood Wheelhouse as we called it, meant we'd perv in other guys' rooms, but wouldn't perv on cam, if one or more of the others were present.
I started stroking my dick as DDP played with his. I'd snap pics and send them. DDP would open them, and stroke harder. The chat screen was scrolling at a slower pace. Most of the movement on the screen reflected the new people joining the room, drawn by a furry fifty-something guy in glasses, stroking a hard boner while his big balls danced.
I was alone, so I turned up the sound of him groaning while music played in the background. I especially liked it when he stopped, dipped his index finger in the pre-cum, and pulled it up. The thread of pre-cum extended over eighteen inches until it broke. He then dipped again, and brought a bigger dollop to his lips.
"For you J. Gonna feed you it someday. Straight from the tap."
His voice was ragged as he said this. He'd often do this. Pick one guy and put his attention on them while he edged for the room. The viewership had doubled as we continued our little dance of texts and stroking.
"Who's your friend?"
Dad's touch was a shock to the system.
"It's okay J, go on stroking. Your buddy is working up a load for you."
I swiveled in my chair. My voice was defensive. "Of course, I will, it is my house."
"It's our house J. But we can talk about that later. There's a guy on your computer who is about ready to blast for you."
"Do you mind if we join in J? He looks like he'd be fun to play with," Kurt said, unbuttoning his shirt.
"Don't mind me. You two barged in after all, without warning."
Dad tugged on his bulge. The bulge that made me. "I texted you twice, and when you didn't answer, we were worried."
"We got our food to go J." By this time, Kurt had his dick out and pulled up a chair. He looked up at dad, "Get comfortable J. It's your house too."
Dad pulled a chair next to Kurt and unzipped his khakis. I boldly continued to stroke as DDP edged on screen. Kurt and Dad alternately stroked each other. I grabbed my phone and checked out my texts from Dad. He wasn't lying to me, he had tried to get a hold of me and when I didn't answer, he said he was coming over.
"What exactly is a Dildodonkeypunch?" Dad asked.
"You don't want to know. Ignore the name and focus on the hot guy. Sounds like he has a thing for your son."
"Oh yeah J, I want that dick where ever you want to put it. You sure inherited a nice dick from your daddy."
Dad was close enough to the keyboard.
"That isn't the only thing he inherited from me."
DDP stopped stroking for a second and leaned forward. "You're not alone, are you J?"
Dad pushed my chair over, got behind the keyboard. "He isn't, but don't let that stop you. Let's just say Dad J is bi-curious."
"Oh, FUCK that's hot. You got me Juicing Daddy J. This is for you, taste it." DDP leaned back and stroked even harder.
Dad put his hand on my knee. "J, I did that for the room, I am not curious. You know I love this man. Today I showed him how much, and he made me happy, check out my profile."
I pulled up the GROWLr app. DadJ and KDawg were 0.0 miles away. "You changed your name Dad."
"Check the profile."
The relationship was changed to "It's complicated." The description was the same. But the "About" section said "Former Top, now versatile. Looking for friends mainly, because I have my man. We don't rule out playing as a couple."
I looked at Kurt. "You dawg!"
"Yep son, fifty-six and finally fucked."
"And the man who did it is already boned again."
"Do you blame me? Look at that."
DDP was standing and stroking. He was showing his fat ass, stroking with one hand while pulling his ass-cheek aside with the other. "This is for J and DaddyJ. Let's make DaddyJ a little less curious."
"Go for it bud, DaddyJ'd tap that. Then KDawg can join in."
DDP turned to the cam and read the screen. "Fuck that's hot. Is KDawg there too?"
"Yep." Dad typed, hitting enter.
"Oh SHIT." DDP slumped back onto the couch, and let his juice fly. He normally was an oozer, but the first volley hit his beard and glasses. The second through fifth shot, streaked his chest and belly. It was a full body orgasm as usual. His shaking morphed into his patented DDP chuckle. The DDP chuckle even had its own gif. Soon the chat screen scrolled with fireworks gifs and DDP chuckle gifs.
Kurt, Dad and I were similarly decorated with cum. Kurt and Dad kissed each other clean, while I licked what I could, then grabbed some handi-wipes.
I saw my private message icon was flashing, so I clicked on it.
Dildodonkeypunch: "Creative story buddy. You had me for a second. I gotta admit I fell for it. You can see it inspired me."
I grabbed my phone, and while Dad and Kurt were kissing, I snapped a selfie with them in the background.
"For your eyes, only DDP" I texted, then sent the pic.
I was watching the room count go down to a normal number as the non-regulars left. I heard DDP mutter "Damn, Damn, DAMN," so I looked at the screen.
Dildodonkeypunch: "Now I know what you meant by "It's complicated." I hope they liked the show."
Js_son: Not a dry bone in the house.
Dad and Kurt joined me, chatting with my friends. DDP was one of the rooms where the post cum-show chat was more fun that the cum-show itself. Our casual nudity felt natural. I had a feeling this is what Dad had wanted the whole time. His hand was on my shoulder as I introduced him to my chatroom friends.
"Sounds like quite the support system you have here J."
"Dad, you don't know the half of it. The amazing thing is the jerking part isn't why I go there anymore. I mean I don't mind if DDP or one of my other faves edge for a while. However, they have become friends. They really helped me tonight."
I told Kurt and J about Sky's goodbye. "I always knew it wouldn't lead to anything, but Dad, I think I loved him. It's not like the love I have for you dad. But it is the closest I have come."
"You probably had moments where it was better than our love J. My man Kurt made me feel that way today, Son."
"Yes, you are right, and when he said goodbye, it hurt me more than you have ever done. Where do I find the Be Happy in that Dad?"
"Be Happy that you can feel that love from someone. I can see that your chatroom buddies feel the same way about you. Is this DDP guy someone you could see yourself with?"
"He's older than you Dad. I think we could have fun, but I am not sure about a lasting relationship."
Right then my stomach growled. "You haven't eaten since lunch, have you? Unless you count what you ate at the sauna."
"As tasty as it is, or was, I don't think Sky's ass is all that filling."
"C'mon, say goodbye to your friends. We have the to-go orders in the kitchen. Kurt and I are bunking here tonight. Kurt has to leave early tomorrow so we checked out of the hotel."
"You guys can grab my bed, I will take the sofa."
"J, if you don't mind, we think your bed might fit us all. Don't worry. J and I won't try anything with you," Kurt said. "We are gonna be spending a lot of time here over the next year or more. Your Dad and I just want you to see, how much we love each other."
"Oh, I saw it, no matter how much I didn't want to see it at first."
"C'mon J, let's get you fed. Then we can talk. I have a proposal for you."
As we ate our pasta, and I regretted another meal I would have to work off, Dad outlined his vision for the house and the development. Kurt was in charge, and would need a bedroom, and office. The main floor office would be taken over by J Wilson Construction, so they would convert the smallest upper bedroom to become my office. I would retain the largest bedroom, and Kurt would get the other one for his weekday use.
"Once it's official, this office needs to be professional, so we can't hang around like this. However, the upper floors are clothing optional J. I want my two main men to feel comfortable around each other. Remember, boners happen, so if you get one in the other's presence, don't sweat it."
"Can we pet it?" Kurt grinned.
"Look at what we did tonight. That was healthy, and hurt no one. Or am I assuming you were okay with it J?"
"Dad, you caught me jacking off to a guy your age on cam. You didn't reprimand me. You were even honest with my friends. But most of all I saw your connection with a man I have grown to love. I'm more than okay with it.
"And Son, if you have a boyfriend or manfriend down the line. We talked and we will give you space. I don't know how many guys you hook up with would be as comfortable as we are."
"Yeah, that could be interesting to say the least. Can you imagine me with a friend? The naked tall guy with the big dick is my dad, and the shorter furry guy is his lover."
"If they are here fooling around with you, they probably could figure out which of us is your father J," Kurt pointed out. "You two are so much alike."
Since my dad had just lost his v-card, I avoided the obvious comparison in that department. I considered discussing the relationship Kurt and I had prior to yesterday, but I avoided that too. I figured it was best to let sleeping dawgs lay.
After dinner, the three of us continued our discussion on the sofa. Dad snuggled Kurt, who in return, snuggled me. We talked less about the future, and more about the right now. I didn't know if I could be any happier, than I was right then.
I had to pee, so I got up, and grabbed my phone. I noticed a GROWLr message from GingerBeard.
"Woof, Happy Birthday Plus one."
"Hey Ginger. Thanks.
"It's your weekend, I am not interrupting anything am I?"
"Nope, just B.S-ing with my dad and his friend."
"Well, I don't want to interrupt. I just thought maybe I should stop flirting and finally ask you out."
"I hope that wasn't too forward."
"Say something."
"OOOPS sorry, I was taking a piss."
"Well..."
Redheads as a rule didn't fit within my wheelhouse. But the quarter face shot showed a very luxurious red beard. I thought of another reason to let him down easy.
"I'm not comfortable dating a guy who is on the down-low. Sorry."
"I'm a well-known professional in town. I'm not on the down-low."
To illustrate it, he sent me a full face and chest pic.
"There, that's me. Going out on a limb here, but I do that for someone I am interested in."
I pulled the pic up and perused it on full screen. Beard, check. Glasses, check, Fur, check, just the top of his gut, check. That was four solid hits, and one error. And damn, was he handsome. I wanted to say yes, without making it look like I was so shallow that I needed a pic to date him.
"Ginger, you look like the man I always thought you would be. Sorry if I fucked up and thought your lack of pic, meant you were on the DL."
"There is a difference between being discreet and professional, and hiding. A good percentage of the town knows I am gay. Most of the people who know me, know how painful it was losing my husband. Like I said, going out on a limb here."
I read and re-read that text while walking back to the sofa. I didn't know how to answer.
"Hello!?!?"
"Ginger, if I am going to go on a date with someone, they deserve to know who they are talking to. My name is J by the way. It is short for a family name I keep running away from."
"J, my name is Van."
Dad got my attention. "J, I forgot one more thing. I am sticking around `til Tuesday, if it is okay with you. I know you have your friends on cam, and on your phone, but I want to set aside time where we have no distractions like that."
"Dad, I understand. I just think I may be going on a date soon. Let me get hooked up here, and then we can figure it out."
"I caught a glimpse of his date J. Woof, he's a hot redhead," Kurt added.
Just then I got another message. It was one of the young soda venders I saw at work. He went to UMD and his screenname was BullDog.
"Woof."
"Woof backatcha"
"WTF. You actually responded with a WOOF?"
I was going to respond then I got another message.
"So... Van wants to know if you would like to come over to his house tomorrow night where Van would love to take you to that new restaurant that he's heard good things about. And Van wonders why he is talking about himself in the third person."
"Hehehe, I was wondering the same thing myself. Let me check on that, I will be right back with you Van."
I heard the message tone, so I checked out BullDog's message.
"I getcha, I should have known, I am not your type, you like the daddies dontcha?"
"Sorry buddy. I do but..."
I thought about his butt, his hockey player ass and thighs. I thought of his square chin with his young growth of a beard. He missed the mark by a wide margin when it came to age, but everything else clicked my boxes. He'd grow up to be firmly in my wheelhouse, but right now..."
"Sorry buddy, I do like daddies, but I am discovering that isn't written in stone."
"WTF? You mean I have a chance?"
"Let me discuss something, be right back with you."
"Dad, did you bring your hockey gear with you?"
"You know me. Be Ready."
"Dad, your Wilson Juice produced a fool, but do you trust me?"
"Always, son, you've earned it."
"Well, you know how you planned this weekend? Throw out all the plans, tomorrow is on me. Kurt, can you change your plans and stick around at least `til Monday morning?"
"I have no plans, I was only making it easier for you and your Dad to reconnect."
"Just one second guys, I have to finalize a few things."
I opened the message from Van.
"What time do you expect me?"
I opened the message from BullDog.
"Wanna lace up tomorrow morning and hit the ice? My dad is in town and he wants to get some ice time."
I was taking a bold stroke. Staying within my wheelhouse wasn't getting me anywhere. I needed to take dynamite to my wheelhouse, and start over.
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