J&J and the 5 Be's, Part Nine

By Bix Meister

"Dickstracted"

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. I've gotten feedback that it may not belong in the Incest section since not every chapter features sex between family members. However, the arc of the story is rooted in love between a father and son, and what happens as that evolves, so I think it needs to remain in this section especially until the last chapter. 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.

 

Dickstracted

 

Dickstracted. I can't lay claim to that word if it is a word. The guys in the Brotherhood Wheelhouse use it all the time, and it is in the Urbandictionary, but Chrome keeps redlining it, telling me I misspelled something. However, honestly, I could spell better if I wasn't so dickstracted.

But imagine being in my size thirteens. I'm living with a buddy I really care for. There's an older hot, red-bearded architect who has plans for me. A sexy salt and peppered local hockey legend is becoming fast friends. And my dad, and his lover, are heading back to Duluth soon. To top it all off, every single one of them appeared in the most erotic dream I ever had. No wonder I am dickstracted.

Be Ready, my dad says. Be Your Best. How can I be any of his Five Be's when I am always dickstracted?

Then, I got a GROWLr message from this guy who lives in New York. His user-pic is the generic bear icon, his username is an even more generic *****, yes just five asterisks, but when I opened his profile, the pic is of a perfect carpet of brown and gray chest hair.

"Woof, Damn handsome young man. I bet you're young and hung and full of cum."

"Want it to be mine? 😊"

"Says the guy with no face pic. Next."

"Feisty. Let's just say I have my reasons."

"I DON'T disappoint."

The picture that followed, didn't disappoint. It wasn't as big as Dad's, but.

Yeah, I got dickstracted again.

"Well?"

"Gonna be in town in a couple of weeks for business and pleasure. Wanna be the pleasure?"

"I can't promise what I'll be doing a day from now, much less a couple of weeks."

"Your profile makes it sound like you have your shit together. Guess I read you wrong."

"Well, I believe you did if you are already discounting me. I have two jobs, and I'm a personal trainer, while finishing my degree. Fuck you if that isn't good enough for you."

"Feisty, sexy, and able to stand up for yourself. I may have to rethink this. We got a few weeks. Let's play this by ear."

"I DON'T disappoint."

"And I rarely bottom, but I might for the right guy."

The next attachment was a hotel ass-selfie. His face was blacked out, but the rest was tasty. His shoulders were broad with a lighter carpeting of the brown and gray fur found up front. His shoulders tapered down to a fit waist. His butt was almost a carbon copy of Skyler, aka The World's Greatest Dad, or Ass, depending on your opinion.

"Well?"

"Sorry, I am dickstracted."

"But, DAMN!"

"Listen Buddy. Cards on the table. I am married, basically straight, and on the road way too much. I like to blow off steam by playing with young, fit, healthy men. I might have said I DON'T disappoint."

"Yeah, I caught that."

"Well, I scoured through all the profiles that fit what I am looking for in Duluth. You, my friend, are the only one I'm talking to. And let's just say that IF we meet, and it is a big IF, I'll need you to be discreet. You'd understand IF we met."

"I am the soul of discretion. It's still a big IF on my side too. Listen, sexy. I got to get back to work. Keep me updated."

I didn't go into it more than that. My break was over soon, and my dickstraction earlier in the day meant I had to rewrite a patient's assessment. It was bad enough that I was checking GROWLr on break at work. I didn't need it to impact the rest of my day.

To Be Honest, the rest of the day had far fewer dickstractions, other than Stumpy dropping by. I felt a tingle, which might have been the effects of his part in last night's erotic dream. His scent didn't help, and neither did his euphoria about being able to skate with Topher and me the next day. When his hug wasn't a dickstraction, I was pleased.

Topher and I caught up while I prepped for dinner with Van. Again, I was pleased that though he had a starring role in my erotic dream, he was supportive of my date. I wish I could say the same for his upcoming date with Mara. Somehow it felt like he was leading her on. But then again, I've met a lot of bi students in the last few years.

But, fuck, if Topher didn't look hot when he left for his date. His dark denim jeans were cuffed and tight, giving off an almost hipster-ish vibe. His red and black buffalo checked flannel shirt was right off the rack at BixMart, yet looked tailored for him. When he said goodbye, and walked out the door, that ass dickstracted me again.

I was so dickstracted, I almost didn't hear the doorbell. A louder knock brought me out of my haze, and I opened the door to my date for the night, Van. I can't always afford the finest, but I can recognize the real deal, and Van embodied that with his outfit.

His cuffed, selvedge jeans, were hand tailored. I recognized his plaid shirt from an Instagram account I follow, and it looked as good on Van as it looked on one of the designers. His tweed sport coat looked lived in, like he's had it for years.

Van's mouth curled into a smile. "It's common practice to welcome a guest into your home, and not stare at him on the front porch."

"But when someone looks this fine, I'm easily dickstracted." Yeah, I know it was lame, but Van's smile broadened.

"Dickstracted huh? I'll have to use that someday."

I showed Van in and gave him a cursory tour of my home. For a fleeting moment, I forgot he was an architect. As we'd walk, he would stop to touch the woodwork, or look at a detail. His silence made me self-conscious. When we ended at my office, he put his hand on my shoulder. "So, who did the renovation? Am I correct in assuming it was your father?"

"Why?" I asked, even more self-consciously.

Van laughed. "I forget sometimes that my critical eye is all too obvious and puts clients on the defensive. Let's start over. I know this area. I'll take a stab at it, and guess that when you bought this house, it had avocado green sculpted carpeting that showed decades of traffic pattern. You probably had to strip the woodwork and found forensic proof of one tenant's obsession with peacock blue. I'd also guess that this room, your office, was an ill-advised bedroom in a space that was originally a parlor. With all that said, whoever did the reno was sensitive to the architecture, and optimized their budget."

I flexed my biceps. "Slave labor helped with the budget. Yes, this house was an investment for my father, but 75% of the grunt work was me."

Van yanked me in for a kiss. I palmed his butt as our beards enmeshed. His tongue was my appetizer for the night. His beard smelled like pine trees. When he finally broke free, he winked. "I hope to experience some of that grunt work later. I felt where your hands went. Is there an ass variation for the word dickstracted?"

"We'll have all night to figure that out," I smiled. "Come on, I should be making dinner. We can open that bottle, and sample some while I cook."

"How about we make dinner? What is on the menu, anyway?"

"Juicy Lucy's and a salad. I got the burgers ready; I just need to fry them up. You can toss the salad."

"That's what I've been wanting to do since Sunday, J," Van winked. "I know, too easy, and too cheesy. But that is how I like my burgers. You know, I'd think the gay version would have to be Juicy Brucie, don't you?"

"My dad has an employee named Bruce. He's a big burly construction worker and was always defensive about his name. There aren't too many guys my age named Bruce, so I had no clue why he was defensive. Dad pointed out that name Bruce used to be the punchline of a lot of gay jokes. Hell, the only Bruce's I knew were this big construction worker, The Boss, Bruce Willis, and the cartoon shark. Damn, now I'm dickstracted, thinking about Juicy Brucie the construction worker."

"I get that. I remember the jokes on the late-night talk shows. Back then gay guys were stereotyped as limp wristed hairdressers and the like. I think it's great that we're seeing a wide variety of gay images out there. Fuck it. Let people be who they are."

"Be Honest, Be Yourself, as my dad's rules go. I'll Be Honest, Van. I really need to kiss you again."

Van grabbed me by the small of my back and yanked me in for a kiss. He slowly edged me back, `til my butt was resting on the kitchen counter. I inhaled the scent of his beard again. "I don't know what it is, but you smell so damn sexy."

"It's my beard oil. It's called Lumberjack, and I get it downtown. I should take you shopping there, sometime."

"I think I know the store. Dad and I planned to stop there, but we got dickstracted. Oops, I mean distracted."

"I caught that," Van said, raising an eyebrow. "That's a Freudian slip if I have ever heard one. I've checked out your dad's company website, and believe me, if your dad wasn't straight, I might be dickstracted too." Van ground his crotch against mine. "Tell me. I'm about your dad's age, is that why you are attracted to me?"

I broke free from his embrace and pushed him back. I went to the fridge and pulled out the burgers that I had prepared.

I felt Van's hand on my shoulder. "Sorry if that was too personal of a question. Let's start over. How can I help you?"

"You can set the table; the dishes are in that cupboard." I stumbled through the food prep while Van set the table and poured two glasses of wine. I really wasn't sure why his comments threw me off my game so easily. Be Ready, I thought to myself. I had to Be Ready in case someone like Van figured out that I had fucked around with my dad. I had to Be Ready with a story, one that would allow me to Be Honest.

I had none. I didn't know why I was attracted to older men. I couldn't own up to sucking my own dad's dick. I couldn't own up to wanting my own dad to fuck me. Instead, I put my mind on the burgers. Once I got them sizzling in the pan, I dressed the salad. Van leaned back on the counter and watched me prepare dinner. I was in my zone, and no longer dickstracted, and I think he sensed that.

"J, has anyone ever told you that you are even more handsome when you're concentrating on a task? I don't know what it is, there is an intensity in your eyes."

I flipped the burgers then looked over at him. "Luckily, I've never heard that at work. It's kind of inappropriate to say things like that. But in a situation like this, I'll take the compliment."

"Listen, about what happened earlier. Again, I am sorry. I think I am stumbling getting back into the dating scene. And when a handsome young man shows interest in me, I should just take it at face value, and not look for the whys and wherefores."

"And who knows why I am attracted to older men. I think experience is part of it, and maturity. But..." I hesitated.

"But, what?" Van said.

"Again, I don't know. But – I – I – hell today I am confused about what I am attracted to. Let's just say that my dick is telling me that my type is not set in stone."

"Who is this other guy or guys that I must dispose of," Van laughed. "That just means that I have to work harder to get you and keep you."

I quickly checked the burgers. They needed to be at the point where they were done, and the cheese was melted, without oozing out before they were eaten. I slapped another slice of cheese on them and covered the pan to help the cheese melt. In seconds they were ready to be plated.

"Sit, they're almost done."

Van sat, while I plated the burgers on an oval platter. He smiled at me when I approached the kitchen table. "Everyone's doing kitchen islands and peninsulas these days. They forget that there is something homey about a simple kitchen table. It just feels right."

"Nothing fancy at Chez J," I said. "I wouldn't know how to do it, nor am I inclined to learn."

"Who needs fancy with a guy like you. J, doesn't your dad say Be Yourself? I reached out to you because I recognized you as the guy with the cute ass on Tumblr. I can't pretend to be deep and philosophical with a starting point like that."

I placed a burger on his plate, then served the salad next to it. When my own plate was done, I sat down.

Van raised his wine glass to me, I followed suit. "To modern dating, and hopefully great outcomes."

I clicked his glass, smiled, and took a sip. "I think you'll like this wine, it's – it's – it's nothing fancy. It's honest," Van said.

"You were going to say more. What dissertation did I miss out on?"

"It doesn't matter. I was about to bore you with my opinion and tell you how you should taste the wine. It's more important for us to eat the dinner you prepared and enjoy the time together." Van pushed his phone aside on the table. "First things first. No distractions. Or dickstractions," he added.

I smiled and did the same. I watched as Van tasted the salad. I raised my eyebrow, questioningly. His thumbs-up was the feedback I needed.

"I wonder how many first dates this kitchen has seen over the years," Van said.

"It was a single-family home at one time, so it would be interesting to travel back in time. I'm sure there were many more first dates, or late-night post-date munchies as a rental property, but I'd like to imagine what would have happened when it was a single-family home."

"I doubt if any of them would have been like this," Van observed. I doubt that a young man ever made dinner for a male suitor of any age."

"Oh, I know Van. I've watched old TV shows and movies with my family. Just think how things have changed. For instance, is seeing my ass on Tumblr the new spotting a young co-ed across the classroom?"

"I know, right? And sending WOOFS on GROWLr is the new passing love notes during class. So, what would be the equivalent for selfies, and Instagram food pics?" Van picked up his phone. "You know these smart phones make communication easier, yet we tend to communicate less because of them. I sometimes wish we could go back to the past."

"Where people like you and I would have to hide in the shadows. Where you'd lose your job if people found out that you were gay. Do you really want to get me started on that?"

"Point taken." Van's salad was gone by this point, so he took a bite of his Juicy Lucy. I could tell that he was enjoying it, so I fisted mine. The cheese inside the burger was still melted and oozing, just like it needed to be. "Damn this is tasty. Nothing better than an oozing piece of meat."

"And I don't need to take a picture of you eating it, to remind myself of this moment." Van leaned over his plate as he took another bite. The juice dripped down, though a little clung to his beard. I leaned over and dabbed it with my towel.

"Such a gentleman. Your family raised you right. I'm not so sure they'd approve of what I have in mind for you later, though."

"Ha," I thought to myself. "If only you knew." Instead of blurting that out, I self-edited. "My parents raised an adult who makes his own decisions. My dad only gave me the rules. It's up to me to follow them as I see fit. "Be Your Best is probably fitting for what I am giving you later."

"But what would your mom think?" Van asked.

"She's a pro when it comes to sex. Wait, that came out a bit wrong. She's a therapist, and quite open-minded to say the least. Let's just say very little would shock her."

"Even my PA?"

"I might not share the size of it, Van. But she'd probably say that body modifications are a way to signal sexual identity. If it's tied to a healthy libido, she's fine with it."

"So back to your earlier point, J. I can't see a young couple in the 50's sitting `round a kitchen table on their first date, being able to communicate openly like this, about sex. These phones can be used to communicate when they don't get in the way of communication. But too much talk."

Van topped off our wine glasses, then devoured the rest of his burger. He pushed his plate towards the center of the table, then leaned back in his chair. I nearly choked as I ate the last of my burger. "Did I dickstract you?" Van said. "I sure hope so."

I took a gulp of wine, pushed my own plate forward, adjusted myself, and stood. "Be Ready," I said. "I am."

I went to his side of the table. My tented crotch was inches from his face. He leaned forward, his salt and ginger beard rubbed against my dick-bulge. He unbuttoned my shirt and slowly stroked the fur on my chest. He reached for the zipper on my jeans.

"Uh uh," I brushed him off. "Who knows when the tenants will show up. I didn't make dessert. We'll have to make do."

Van stood and kissed me. I inhaled his scent again. My dick spasmed as I grabbed his ass. "I remembered that rule, Be Ready. I'm ready for anything, J." He leaned in closer to my ear. "Anything," he whispered.

Van took his tweed jacket off and draped it over a chair. He started to unbutton his own plaid shirt, shrugging it slightly off his shoulder, allowing his pierced nipple and tattoo to show. We were flesh to flesh when we kissed again. Fur to fur, gut to gut, he kissed me. He nuzzled my neck then went for my ear. I shivered when his breath touched my lobe. I was commando, so the pre-cum was obvious on my tobacco-colored chinos. Van reached down and touched the spot with his thumb. "Spit and pre-cum is all I'll need," he said.

"I'll grab the glasses; you get the wine. Follow me."

When we got to the bedroom, Van topped off our glasses, then put them aside on the dresser. "Listen J. You run the show tonight. The meal was great, the conversation even better. I fully expected to give myself to your every desire. But after following that ass upstairs, I just need this moment. Trust me?"

I nodded. Van lifted my unbuttoned shirt above my head and threw it on the floor. Van pushed me back towards the bed and soon his own shirt covered mine. He grabbed my dick through my chinos. "It's been a while since I've felt this need to be fucked, J. I gotta have that big, young thick dick inside my ass. I need you to breed me."

He pushed me back on the bed and started to unzip my chinos. I lifted my ass, and he pulled them down my leg, and engulfed my cock. I edged myself, further up the bed, and his mouth followed me. He finally came up for air, and yanked my pants down my legs, but was stopped by my kicks.

Once my shoes and pants had joined the shirts on the floor, Van slowly got rid of the rest of his clothes. Van stood there; his arms crossed on his chest. His furry gut was heaving as he appraised me. "I doubt any first dates ended up this way, back in the day," he chuckled. "But we certainly can't be the first guys to fuck around in this house. Got any stories you want to share? Anything that'd shock your mom?"

"I don't kiss and tell," I said. "Just because I was taught to Be Honest, Be Loving trumps that and means that what we do, is just for the two of us."

"Or whoever joins us, if we are so inclined?" Van raised his eyebrows. He was being provocative.

"Or others," I added. Two could play that game. "But right now, I just need that ass. Bring it up here."

I laid back on the bed and closed my eyes. I felt Van's weight as he joined me. I could feel his legs straddle me and I sensed his body getting closer. I smelled the clean, distinct musk of man ass as his weight shifted. "Get that tongue busy," he grunted out, as my nose contacted his ass-crack.

I opened my eyes to his furry globes. I reached up and spread them while I inhaled his scent. I nibbled from cheek to cheek holding his muscular ass. He leaned forward, still on his haunches, and stabilized himself on one hand while I licked through the fur.

His other hand grabbed my dick. "Gotta prime the pump, spread that pre-cum all over your big young dick, buck. God, I got a stud here, look at that dick on you, boy. Gonna feel good in dad's ass."

"Boy? Dad?" I said, coming up for air. I was ready to kick him off the bed and would have if I wasn't so silently turned on.

"Sorry, J. That's a great dick you got J. Gonna feel great in this man's ass. Damn, look at that. Something's got you leaking like a dam that's `bout to burst. Spit and pre-cum is all I'll need to take that big Wilson dick of yours. You inherit this dick from J Sr.?"

My dick spasmed out another gusher of pre-cum at his words. I rooted deeper in his ass, as I pulled and slapped his furry butt. "Thought so," he grunted out as he continued to tug at my dick. "I'm ready J. Give me that Wilson dick."

He sprung from the bed and knelt on the easy chair in the corner. He rested his elbows on the back of the chair and looked over his shoulder at me. "Come and get this man's ass with your Wilson dick. Your dad told you to Be Ready. Are you?"

As I slowly got up, and sauntered to the chair, Van rhythmically thrust his ass back. I placed my hand on the small of his back, stopping his thrusts. He looked back "Ready?"

"Another of dad's rules is Be Loving."

"Then fuck me like you'd think your dad would fuck me, if – he was into guys."

The slight inflection on "if" wasn't lost on me. "If – huh – If he was into guys," I lined my leaking dick up with his spit lubed hole. "If he was into guys, you'd be getting a slighter bigger, thicker version of this."

I slowly thrust forward, holding Van steady with my hand resting just above his furry ass. When I bottomed out, I leaned forward. "Feel that Wilson dick? Now imagine it slightly longer, and thicker, but just as loving." I held Van as I gyrated my cock in his ass.

"Thicker, and longer, huh? You know this how?"

"To Be Honest, After hockey practice showers. He taught me not to be ashamed of my body, or how my dick would react."

I slowly started to pump into Van's furry butt. "Damn J, did your dad teach you how to fuck as well as how to skate?"

"He only told me the Five Be's, Van. It's not like any father is prepared to show his gay son how to fuck another man. I had to learn on my own and apply the rules as I saw fit."

"Looks like he gave you the right tools. Whatever you are doing feels fantastic, J."

I leaned forward and hugged Van while my dick was bottomed out in his ass. I wasn't in a rush to finish, so my hands roamed through the fur on his body. His own thick dick was swinging while we moved in sync. I tugged on his PA with one hand while I twisted a nipple ring with the other.

"That's it, J. That is exactly what this man needs." I knew that Van had pain thresholds he liked to pursue. I was trying to expand his pleasure threshold.

There wasn't an inch of his body I didn't touch as we made love. I felt the coarse hair on his thighs. I ran my fingers through the salt and ginger hair on his head. I ran my hands along his strong arms, then threaded our fingers together as I licked his neck.

The intimacy of that gesture sent a shiver through Van. His ass clamped down on my dick and his moans almost drowned out the sound of the front door.

"Someone's home," I whispered.

"I get it. I'll try to keep quiet, but it's kind of hard, if you get my drift."

"Kinda hard?" I said, thrusting my eight inches deeper.

"Oh FUCK," he grunted. "I hope your rooms have good sound insulation. They usually do on these old homes."

"Shhhh," I said.

I heard footsteps up the stairs, and then heard them continue to the attic. Topher was home from his date.

When the footsteps faded, I started to grind into Van's ass again. He flipped the script by pulling free, and then jumped onto the bed, and laid on his back. He pulled his thighs back and nearly yelled out, "Fuck me, seed me Mr. Wilson."

I knew we were beyond the Be Loving phase and were heading toward Be Your Best. If he wanted the Wilson Juice, he was going to be seeded by the best. I plunged my dick into his hole and started pumping away. His grunts were growing stronger, and needier. Words joined the cacophony as I struggled to kiss him and silence him. Soon my own grunts and moans were joining the chorus as I was long-dicking him.

"You wanted Wilson seed; I'll give it in a way that dad J never has."

I thrust forward and trembled as I unloaded five shots of cum deep in Van's ass. "Just what you wanted dad," I moaned, catching my slip almost immediately. Van fisted himself and sent a streak of cum over his furry chest.

"Fuck, J, that was great," Van panted. If Van heard my slip, he didn't acknowledge it. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me. "Whether he knows it or not, your dad sure taught you how to love another man. And it isn't just because of that big dick he gave you."

"We made quite the mess," I said. I licked through Van's fur, and he did the same to me. We kissed and shared the combined load. "Be right back," I said, then reached into my dresser for some boxer briefs. I ran downstairs, grabbed a towel and wet it down. While I was in the kitchen, I retrieved Van's sport coat, and our phones. I noticed from notifications that I had 6 GROWLr messages. Two from ***** and four from Topher.

I clicked on *****'s icon first.

"In a hotel in Detroit and thinking of you, stud."

The second message was a picture of his cum streaked gut, with his hand stroking the fur. Amidst the fur, something caught my eye, so I scanned in closer. Hmmm, Mr ***** was wearing a Stanley Cup ring.

As I was walking up the steps to my bedroom, I clicked on Topher's icon.

"Heading home from the date. Mara is sweet, and I can see us together. Sort of."

"But UR more my type. If your date bales on you wanna tap dat ass of mine?"

"Fuck me seed me Mr Wilson? WTF kinda perv did you hook up with?"

"Tomorrow I'm either moving this bed away from the vent or looking for a new place."

 

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.