J&J and the 5 Be's, Part Eight
By Bix Meister
"We Are Family"
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, features 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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Author's note: Taking a page from my characters, it's time for me to Be Honest and apologize for the long delay between stories. Life isn't always like a storybook, and when the health of a loved one coincides with writer's block, the only option was to put my stories aside. But I kept thinking of my characters, and knew I had their story to tell. I've reread the previous chapters, and invite you to get reacquainted with J, J, and their friends.
"We Are
Family"
"These are
my problems. I'll just have to deal with them. I don't take handouts."
"Too late
Topher. We've already adopted you." Dad looked in the rear-view mirror of the
Jeep, then glanced back quickly, catching Topher's eyes.
"Dad is
right, Topher. You are family, famiglia, part of The
Pack," I said. I rested my hand on his thick thigh. "This family doesn't give
handouts, we put people to work."
Dad glanced
back again. "Topher, you got screwed over by a roommate. I can't believe you
kept this from us."
"I got the
eviction today. I got a week to get out if we don't come up with the money. I
gave my check to the landlord, but he's kicking all of us out. It's gonna go in my credit file. The place is in my name."
"You mean
you went through skating with Stumpy, and happy hour with The Pack, knowing
this in the back of your mind? No wonder you were upset with me." I squeezed
his thigh once again.
Topher
brushed my hand away. "I don't take handouts," he repeated. "I'll work hard for
you Mr. Wilson."
"You work
hard as it is, Toph buddy. The way J makes it sound, you pull full credits,
while working a full-time job where you hustle that cute ass off. We'll figure
something out."
"Ha, you say
I have a cute ass, then say we'll figure something out. I'm not that kind of
guy, Mr. Wilson."
"Enough of
the Mr. Wilson crap. Mr. Wilson is my Dad, call me J Big J or Daddy J if you'd
rather. Just don't call me Daddy J in front of others."
"Oooh, Daddy J. Anything you say Daddy J," Topher laughed.
"Although from what I saw in the locker room, Big J would be more appropriate,
or should that be Big D?"
I saw Topher
wink at me. His face was illuminated sporadically as we passed under street
lights. It was great to see a smile on his strong chin. "Luv ya buddy," I said to him, my voice barely breaking a
whisper.
Topher
winked again. "Back atcha."
"Listen
Toph, before I leave town tomorrow, I'll go visit with your landlord. I'll make
sure we clear your name before they throw the rest of them out. We'll be back
on Saturday to move you into the J's house, somewhere. We'll figure it out."
"I have one
tenant back tomorrow, but he's only staying through April. We'll figure it
out," I repeated.
Topher
sighed loudly "Grandpa Leo is coming to visit next week. I don't know what to
tell him."
"You heard
the guys. They'll figure it out," Kurt said. He watched the passing cars `til
we got to the top of Mesaba Ave. As we passed the
Copper Top Church, he turned to me. "Hey, did you ever finish the attic so it
can be rented?"
"We just
need to finish the roughed-in closet, and mud some of the sheet rock and after
some sanding and painting, we'd be good to go," I responded. "We officially
can't rent it out as a room until it passes inspection."
"Sounds
perfect for me. I can work on the finish work. That should pay my rent, that
you legally can't charge me."
We drove
down Skyline Drive then stopped before turning towards my home in Kenwood. I
glanced up at Van's house on the hilltop. The lights on the outside, reflected
off the wall of windows that overlooked downtown Duluth. Though I saw a glow
from inside, the glass was truly private.
I was
reminded, fleetingly, of my upcoming dinner date with Van. I had expected that
Dad and Kurt would be back in the Twin Cities, and that two of my tenants might
be there, but I hadn't expected Topher to be living with us.
I had 48
hours to figure this out. I didn't want to have Topher feel put out, while I
entertained the man he saw as his chief rival.
When we got
to my place, we hauled an airbed, and bedding up to the attic. It was dusty, as
it hadn't been opened in months. We cleared away a spot for the airbed, set up
a makeshift end table, and then added a lamp. When I apologized for the
furnishings, Toph laughed. "My room isn't much better than this, Richie Rich."
I sat with
him for a bit. I thanked him for his help with Stumpy. "Be Honest," I said. You got a thing for Stumpy, don't-cha buddy?"
"I wouldn't
kick him out of the attic," he laughed. "But he's not my type. I don't go for
the Daddies like you do."
"Not your
type? Your dick in the shower today says that's a lie. You were boned up for
him. He may not be your type, but you have a serious case of hero worship,
buddy."
I looked out
the windows. I apologized again, for the lack of window coverings. "I'll
measure these sometime during the week, then pick them up at the Bix."
"I don't
need much sleep, so the lack of curtains doesn't bother me."
For someone
who protested that he didn't need sleep, Topher went down fast. He was getting
undressed one minute, under the covers the next, and out cold five minutes
later.
I left a key
on his nightstand, closed the door, then crept downstairs. I checked with my
camming friends quickly, then slept on the sofa. Wednesday, I had my clinical
rotation, and then a closing shift at BixMart. Dad
and Kurt texted me their goodbyes.
I found
myself feeling empty with them gone. I honestly never realized how the weekend
had fulfilled me so completely. I was sleepwalking through my clinical
rotation. In the back of my mind, I was thinking of the loving weekend I had
with my Dad and his lover. Both men had made love to me. I felt exhilarated by
that, and yet, extremely low. I thought my scrubs should have a big red `I' emblazoned
on the chest, for Incest.
My upcoming
date with Van should have elated me, but I couldn't figure out how to explain
it to Topher. "I need you to leave the house for a bit, so I can make your
chief rival dinner, then fuck him senseless," didn't ring true.
Later at BixMart, I was zoning the floor with Mara. Mara was cute,
and had a small crush on me. I picked up on this a few months back during my
second shift with her, and I won't say I let her down easy, but I jokingly
informed her that she was barking up the wrong tree.
Topher
stopped by, looking for cheap frozen pizzas. Of course, he couldn't resist
ensuring his area was merchandised correctly, even if it was his night off. He
saw me from across the store, and waved to me.
"Who's
that?" Mara asked. Mara mainly worked nights in a big store, so I could
understand her not knowing Topher.
"Just a
friend, Topher. He's gonna be my roommate for a
while, `til he gets things figured out."
Toph rolled
his cart close to where we were zoning. "Roomie, good news, I got my bonus. You're off tomorrow night aren't ya?
Dinner's on me."
"Well,
actually I got something planned. Let's figure on something this weekend when
Dad and Kurt are back."
"Hey, if I
measure tonight, do you think Dad would have some stock closet doors that they
could bring up. I figure I can install them Saturday or Sunday if I know the
exact dimensions."
"Dad?" Mara
asked. "I thought you were just a friend."
Topher
looked at Mara's name tag. "I guess I am sorta
adopted into the Wilson Family, Mara. I don't get any inheritance, but I got a
bare bones attic room for free while I figure things out. Say, what are you
doing tomorrow night, Mara?" Topher asked.
"I've got
the night off, I'm free."
"I'll buy
dinner at the Sport's Garden. I know it ain't fancy,
but I gotta celebrate a few things going right in my
life."
Silently I
was pissed that Topher would propose a date with a woman, but he never labeled
himself as exclusively gay as far as I knew. In addition, my night was suddenly
free to spend time with Van.
On break, I
shopped BixMart for dinner ideas. After the international
cuisine of our Sunday night date, I was apprehensive about my ability to
impress him. Then I remembered what we talked about, and decided to make
something reflecting my upbringing, the Juicy Lucy.
The Juicy
Lucy, a stuffed cheeseburger, is a Minneapolis, St. Paul staple and many
restaurants try to lay claim to the best one. The cheese is placed between
layers of burger, and grilled to the point where the cheese becomes a hot lava
molten mess of goodness.
I know, I
know. It doesn't sound so healthy for someone going into my line of business.
However, I am not a gourmet cook. Be
Honest my Dad says, and Juicy Lucy's are honestly fucking good.
I'd serve
them with a simple salad, tossed with a fresh vinaigrette. I knew that my
second burger in a week wouldn't be canceled out by a salad, but it was a
healthy alternative to more carbs. I purchased the ingredients, and took them
out to my car. The crispness of a March evening, meant they'd be safe until I
got home.
Back from
break, Mara inundated me with questions about Topher. Again, I felt somewhat
apprehensive since I knew that Topher was at least bi, if not gay. Was he
upfront with Mara? That was my underlying question.
When I got
home that night, Topher was there to greet me. He had moved more of his stuff
to my place, so he showed me the progress in his room. I laid back in the
beanbag chair while he sat on his makeshift bed. "So, what do you think about
Mara?" I finally said.
"She's very
cute. Just the type of girl I like."
"So, you're
bi?"
"Gotta keep
the options open. Be Ready, sorta like Dad."
For some
reason that comment didn't sit well with me, but what could I say? My two
parents were both bi, and keeping their options open in their own way. However,
I wondered what Mara would feel about dating a bi-man.
"He also
says Be Honest. Don't forget that."
It was a
snippy comment. I'll own up to that. I looked at Topher as he rested back on
his bed. I couldn't figure out what fueled my feelings right then. Was it
jealousy that he was now part of the family and getting Dad's attention? Was it
my concern for the feelings of a female coworker? Was it unease that Mara could
be sharing a similar intimacy that I had with Topher? What if Topher connected
with Mara, in a way that he couldn't with me?
"Listen, buddy.
I just want you to Be Honest with
Mara. Promise me that."
"Done, you
need to do the same for me, J. I realize we are going to be living together."
Topher laid back, looking at the ceiling. "J, I'm not fragile. I know you are
dating Van, and I know he is more of your type. You don't have to hide him."
Topher
bounced up and sat on the edge of the bed. "In fact, I'd like to meet the guy,
see what my competition is." Topher gave his `Sup'
wink. "Don't worry. I know for a fact there's no competition. And yes, you can
take that any way you want to J."
I stood,
yanked him from the bed, and kissed him. "Thanks Bro," I smiled. "Listen, we
should measure for the closet doors. I'm sure Dad can bring them up this
weekend."
"I'm way
ahead of you. Dad already texted me back, J. Kurt is bringing one of the
company work trucks up here this weekend, they are loaded and ready to go,"
Topher said, then started to take off his t-shirt. "Listen J, I think this lack
of sleep has caught up with me. Between work, school, and ice time with Stumpy,
tomorrow will be a busy day."
Topher
casually undressed. He wasn't my type, but for a moment there, I felt a need
for him. He laid back on the bed, fluffed his dick quickly, then put his hands
behind his head. "It's all yours buddy. Just say the word," He winked.
I leaned
down, rested my hand on his furry chest, and kissed him. "Will you settle for
just being best friends, and best bros for now?"
Topher
cocked his head. "Yeah, but if I am lucky, you won't."
I left the
attic apartment more conflicted than I had ever been in my life. I felt a love
for Topher, that rivaled what I had for Van, and approached what I had felt for
Skyler. As I went down the steps, I knew Topher wasn't within my wheelhouse,
physically, but he filled the whole building, emotionally.
I went to my
office and closed the door. I considered watching the cams, so I pulled up my
list of cams that I followed. I was suddenly sad when I saw that Dildodonkeypunch was among the cams that had just signed
off.
I pulled up
the GROWLr app on my phone. I saw that DDP had just viewed my profile.
"Got a
minute, my friend?"
"For you, I got a life time."
"What's up, J?"
"Man
troubles. God, who knew that I'd be in a place in my life where I had no
shortage of guys that were in the running?"
"J, I did. I've always told you that you were a
man smart beyond your years. I also have told you that you'd make any number of
men happy. Look at how many followers you have, even though you never cam. It only makes sense that you'd be fighting them off."
"I thought I
knew what I wanted. Now I'm not so sure."
"Tell me about them."
I realized I
couldn't tell him about Dad or Kurt, However, I could use his help with the
other three.
"Well, The
World's Greatest Ass, I mean Dad, is no longer in the picture. I hated saying
goodbye to him, but at least he taught me what it was like to love someone."
"That's an important lesson, J. Go on."
"I have
these two others. One is a fifty
something architect. He's so damn talented, in all ways as I have found out.
Red fur, bearded. Almost a muscle-bear, body-wise."
"Right up your alley, tell me about the other
Daddy you're seeing."
"That's just
it. He's younger than me."
"Younger than you? Interesting."
"Don't I
know it. This has never happened to me before."
"The heart wants what it wants. I've told you that
before. Having a type, don't mean shit when it comes right down to it. The mere
fact you have him in the running, tells me there is something more to it."
"DDP, I just
don't know. Am I being a protective brother? Fuck, this is hard."
"If it is hard, remember I've also told you the
dick wants what it wants too. Got a pic of this young stud? You know me, i
won't show it to anyone."
I hesitated
for a moment, and then sent DDP a picture of Topher's latest ass selfie.
"WOOF, DAT ASS! Mind if my tongue gets to know him
for about half a week? Seriously though, he's a handsome one. Something in his
eyes says he's hurting. He's a heartbroken, heartbreaker."
I tapped on
the pic I sent DDP, and enlarged it, focusing on Topher's eyes. DDP nailed it.
Topher sent me the pic, trying to lure me in, but I hadn't noticed the need,
the sadness in his eyes. Most guys who'd take an ass selfie, especially if they
had Topher's ass, would have a look of confidence. "I dare you not to look at
my ass," is what their eyes would be saying.
The GROWLr
chime notified me that DDP had more to say.
"You're traveling through a minefield here buddy.
Step carefully. I'd fully bet that you are the only one who got that pic from
your buddy. You know that your pal DDP is always there to help you. I know this
won't be easy."
"Listen DDP,
tomorrow is going to be a busy day, I need my sleep. Chat atcha
later, my friend."
I saw his
goodbye, set my alarm, then clicked my phone off. I powered down my laptop,
then headed for my bedroom. I dropped my clothes on the floor, and crawled on
top of the comforter. I was a total zombie, so I fell asleep almost
immediately.
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"Oh
f-f-f-fuck-k-k, so damn big."
My eyes
fluttered as I awoke. I couldn't believe it. Topher's ass, or DAT ASS as DDP
described it, was impaled on my dick. His head rolled back as he bounced
slightly on it.
"All the
fucking way. Feels so good," He grunted out.
"Short,
powerful thrusts. Use your power, gain your speed. Can't skate, can't play."
I looked
over to the side of the room. Stumpy was there, naked except for a whistle and
his skates. His short cock was plumped up. He saw me looking. "Damned right
Buddy. I may not be able to go deep, but I sure can scrape the sides."
Topher
looked over his shoulder at me. "Sup?" he winked.
I raised my
butt, forcing my cock deeper into Topher's tight ass. I was speechless as
Topher started to ride me.
Stumpy was
making notes on a clipboard. "That's right Toph, buddy, use that momentum, but
don't hesitate to out maneuver your opponent. That's the advantage us small
guys have." While Stumpy made notes, his dick throbbed, releasing a pearl of
pre-cum I just needed to taste.
"Be Honest," my Dad says, and I honestly
needed to taste Stumpy, so I motioned him over.
He dropped
his clipboard on my dresser, then stumbled on his skates, towards the bed. He
knelt on the bed, then crawled closer. I turned my head to the side as he
leaned down, offering me his thick, short dick.
I almost
choked on his chode, as I eagerly engulfed it. "I'm sure glad I'm no longer
your patient, J. All those rules are out the window now buddy, and I can play
with my two favorite hockey studs."
"That's so
fucking hot. I gotta get a better view," Topher said.
He lifted himself off my cock, turned 180 degrees, and sat back down. "So
fucking full, buddy. I'm glad I saved my ass for you."
"Don't
forget your technique, Topher. Use your strong leg muscles. Use your tight
core. Outpower the competition," Stumpy said.
"I'd rather
use your handsome mouth," Topher replied, before lunging forward to kiss
Stumpy. I felt Topher's powerful thighs
as he rode me. I could also sense Stumpy was trembling as he kissed Topher.
Stumpy's
chode was filling my mouth, so I raised my hand to feel his gut. His whole body
was shaking. He broke free from Topher's kiss. "Damn why did I wait so long?
I've been missing out on so much fun over the years."
"Maybe you
need some of this." I looked to the right of Stumpy. Van was there, thumping
his dick on the comforter. Stumpy looked at him warily. "Kinda frightening,
isn't it? First time?" Van questioned. Stumpy nodded. "Well maybe we lose the
PA." Van undid his PA and threw it on the night stand where it landed with a
large, metallic clunk. Van walked behind Stumpy and gently caressed his ass.
"Beautiful hairy ass. Reminds me of my first lover."
There was a
gentleness I hadn't seen from Van before. "Are you gonna
give this up to me? We can't let Topher be the only one to lose his v-card
today." Stumpy looked back at Van and nodded. I sensed the same heartbroken
look that DDP had noted in Topher. Stumpy pulled his thick dick from my mouth,
then stood to embrace, and kiss Van. In his skates, Stumpy was still shorter
than Van, yet their kissing was natural. Van whispered softly in Stumpy's ear, Stumpy nodded.
Van fluidly
directed Stumpy over to the easy chair in the corner. Without words, Van
directed Stumpy to kneel on the seat, and rest his elbows on the back. I looked
at Topher who was riding my dick like a pro. I nodded to his hero's ass.
He glanced
over. "Yeah, it's hot, but you are hotter," Topher said.
Van walked
past us to the nightstand. "I know where you hide it," he said. "You guys are
perfect for each other. You got yours, I got mine." Van grabbed the lube, then
went over to the easy chair. Again, he caressed Stumpy's
hairy ass. Stumpy pushed his ass back. Van drew a deep breath in. "Before we go
any further, I must Be Honest. The
PA is just the tip of the iceberg. I won't always be this gentle."
"J has been
testing my limits for weeks on the ice. You'd be surprised how much I can be
stretched."
"That's what
I like to hear." Van got on his haunches behind Stumpy and held his ass cheeks
apart. From the angle, I couldn't see the action, but Stumpy's
sharp intake let me know that Van was eating his ass.
"Oh, hell
yes. Damn, why did I wait so fucking long?" Stumpy almost screamed the last
three words. "I guess I needed a man all along."
Van stopped
eating ass for a minute. "And you got a man who IS going to stretch you. I may
even stretch you to the point of breaking." Van reached down and grabbed the
lube. While he tongued Stumpy's ass, he coated his
fingers and dick with lube.
Stumpy was
very vocal as he was being rimmed. "I gotta see
this," Topher said. He rose from my dick and started to spin again.
I stopped
him. "Do ya know why rednecks fuck doggy style,
Topher?"
"No, why?"
"So both can watch NASCAR," I laughed.
Topher
chuckled, "I get it." He crawled to the edge of the bed, got on his hands and
knees and wiggled his ass towards me. I got up from my prone position, and
followed him.
Van stood
and began applying lube to Stumpy's ass. He stood to
the side, so we could watch. "Topher, this is what J will get to see when he
fucks you doggy style. I bet you never knew a man's
ass could be so beautiful."
"Or feel so
damn good," Stumpy added. "Dammit, Van, fuck me."
"Be Ready, Stumpy. Be Loving, Van. And J, show Topher how us Wilson's fuck, and Be Your Best." Dad and Kurt were
standing in the doorway, naked. Their hard dicks bobbed in the air. "Well, get
to it. But first J. Make that ass accessible to your old man."
I stalled
for a second. Did Dad just out our incestual relationship? I guess I should
have been embarrassed, but instead my dick was even harder than before, and so
was Topher's. "Oh, fuck that's hot. I'm gonna get
both J and J. Where does that leave you Kurt?" Topher asked.
"Well, I
might be wrong, but I think Stumpy is the anonymous guy who has been flirting
with me on GROWLr for the past month. I'd know that birthmark anywhere."
"It's like
an arrow, isn't it, directing you toward the goal," Van said as he rubbed the
birthmark that sat above Stumpy's ass. Van looked
around the room. "So, we're set, aren't we? Cuz I got a v-card to take."
Van grabbed
the lube, coated his dick one more time, threw the lube on the bed, and slowly
speared Stumpy. I maneuvered Topher to the edge of the bed, and followed suit.
When I was balls deep, I rubbed my pubes against Topher's sexy ass, and leaned
forward, putting my weight on his back.
Dad leaned over the two of us, and grabbed the lube from the bed. "So
proud of my two sons, showing their love for one another," he rumbled.
I tried to
stand up, but Dad kept me down. I heard him squirt lube on his dick and then
felt him nudge my hole. "Just keeping it in the family," he said as he entered
me. When he bottomed out, he bent forward again. "You're next, Topher. After we
work J from both ends."
Dad stood
straight, and pulled me back with him. My dick was barely in Topher's ass, as
Dad embraced me. "Giving your love to another man, is one of the best thing a
man can do, Son. It's time we teach that lesson to your man, Topher."
"I think he
considers me a kid, Daddy J."
"No he doesn't, you're a MAN with Wilson dick in ya, Topher. He knows he is loving a MAN. Be Your Best, J. Ride us both."
I plunged
forward, nuts to butt with Topher, then slammed back on Dad's dick. I thought
of Stumpy's skating technique. Short powerful thrusts
gave me my power, then I used longer strides. I looked over at Stumpy who had
repositioned himself on the chair. His legs were up in the air, his skates
wrapped around Van's back as Van fucked him. Kurt alternated kissing the two
men and twisting Van's needy nipples.
Stumpy's
blades were making marks on Van's back, but it didn't stop Van from fucking
Stumpy, in fact it spurred him on. "Oh, fuck yeah," Dad said when he saw what I
was watching. "That's how you fuck a Man's ass."
It was at
that point, that I lost control of the situation. Dad took over, pulling me
back onto his eight thick inches, then pushing me forward, plunging my own
eight inches deeper into Topher. "Be
Ready Topher, Be Ready. I can
feel a flood of Wilson Juice cumming your way, Son."
"Oh, Fuck
yeah!" Kurt grunted as he looked over at the three of us on the bed. He stood
back, jacked his dick three times, and then sprayed the entwined bodies of Van
and Stumpy. I heard Van howl as he unloaded in Stumpy's
ass, and saw Stumpy shoot over his shoulder.
"Oh, FUCK
J," Dad said as I felt him quake. I could feel Wilson juice coating the insides
of my ass. He pushed me forward. "Give it to your man, J" He grunted in my ear.
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I awoke just
as my dick started to shoot all over my chest. My hand held my trembling cock
which oozed out the last of my cum. I started to scoop it up, but the chirping
of my phone alarm stopped me. I reached for my phone to stop the alarm. It was
followed quickly by a text from Topher.
"Had the
strangest dream last night, buddy. You and your dad were both in it. Chat
later.
I went to
clean the spot of cum that I had accidentally left on the phone screen. I
thought better, and left it to dry as a reminder of the dream I had just awoke
from.
"Yeah, I'd
love to hear your dream buddy. Maybe tonight, after my date."
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As always, I am looking for feedback on my stories. Email me @ BixMeister57@gmail.com
Check out my seasonal stories Santa and Tucker's Man-Card, Independence Day , or my long running series Snowplow in the Adult Friends section of Nifty. I am also starting a new series if you want to check it out, Nifty Archive: adult-friends/clutch
Sooner or later all five of these stories will be interconnected with a possible Stumpy spin off.
And remember,
Be Ready, Be Loving, Be Honest, Be Yourself, and Be
Your Best.