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.