Date: Thu, 6 Feb 2020 20:03:01 -0500 From: RJ Subject: Lessons in Fatherhood - Ch. 7 Lessons in Fatherhood by RJ Meyers This fictional story is about the love between two fathers and their respective sons. If themes of incest and adult/youth pairings offend you, do not read. If you have any questions or comments about this piece, want to know about any of my other works, or just want to reach out, please don't hesitate to email me. If you would like to be added to a mailing list for this story (or all stories) and receive emails about any updates, let me know. A list of my works, including links and descriptions, can be found here: https://bit.ly/2S5IYDI Please also consider donating to Nifty if you can: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. Any amount helps. ~ Chapter 7 (Ricky's POV) ~ I'm seeing fathers everywhere now. I could be at the grocery store, or the gas station, or at the deli on my lunch break, and I'll inevitably find myself fixated on a dad with his son or sons. I'll be unable to tear my eyes away, powerless in stopping my mind from speculating and fantasizing -- and right now is no exception. I'm one of only four people in the waiting room: a man who reminds me of a weathered Paul Rudd, and his two boys. One, probably around age eight or so, is busying himself with the toys all children's doctors' offices supply in their waiting rooms. His youngest remains in his lap, talking emphatically to no one in particular about how delightful cheese is. I can't help but stare, my eyes being particularly drawn to how open the man's legs are. It's like he's giving me a full view of his heavy bulge on purpose, a bulge that's pressed nicely against the back of one of his son's thighs. Just that sight alone is making my dick twitch in my slacks. Goddamn it, Kieran. You ruined me. I don't know how long I stare for, but when I look up, the man's eyes are on me. Immediately upon meeting his gaze, I flush intensely, suddenly so overheated that I almost start sweating. But the mystery dad just smiles. Is it an acknowledging sort of smile? Knowing? I can't tell. The door swings open before I can decide, and both Kyle and his pediatrician enter the waiting room. "All set, Mr. Fletcher!" the doctor says, beaming as Kyle makes his way over to me. "You've got a lovely, healthy, happy boy right there." I smile as my son approaches me. The kid even stands between my legs before I can stand up. Unable to resist, I reach forward to run my fingers through his hair, and he playfully shies away from my affection, fussing with the curls I knocked askew. "Thanks, Doc," I say gratefully. Kyle's birthday check-up has been a hassle to schedule, mostly because the school needs his updated records ASAP and he apparently hasn't been to a doctor since he was three, so I'm happy this office was able to quickly accommodate. "Speaks very highly of you, too," the doctor says. I'm surprised by that statement. Kyle talked about me, even during his appointment? I suppose I shouldn't act so shocked since Kieran has told me similar things over the months we've been friends, but still, it always catches me off guard when my boy has nothing but nice things to say about me. Kyle smiles in his bashful way, leaning his hip against my inner leg. Jesus, kid. Stop being so fucking adorable. "Yeah, well, I'm a lucky guy," I say -- and even though I'm responding to his pediatrician, my eyes are on Kyle. That just makes him blush nice and deep, and he laughs softly to himself, partially adjusting his shirt. When he does, it lifts ever so slightly, and I get a peek of the waistband of his underwear and a sliver of smooth skin above that. Fuck, if I wasn't already hard, that would do it. "Patricia will get you all squared away and outta here," the doctor says. "Unless there's anything else you need from me?" "Um... The bathroom?" I ask. Figuring out a way to discreetly adjust myself as I stand up is a right fucking challenge, but I give it my best attempt. I have Kyle stay put while his pediatrician leads me away from the waiting area and points me down the hall to where the bathroom is. Once inside, I lock myself in, unbuckle my pants, and jerk myself off furiously. I won't lie: my talk with Kieran has both unlocked and complicated things for me. The fact that my sneaking suspicions about him and his son were, in fact, not unfounded is a confusing thing to digest. It's exciting, and arousing, and scandalous, and beautiful, and wrong -- or, at least, as wrong as I've been told it is. Everyone grows up hearing some variation of "Incest is bad!" so it's no wonder I felt guilty about crushing on a cousin when I was younger, or picturing Kieran and his son in intimate ways, or, most recently, thinking about my own boy. Hearing the way Kieran described his connection with his son, not just on a sexual level, made it seem... *right*. And it made me want what he has more and more. That closeness? I fucking covet it. For me, there has never been a better way to get closer to someone than through sex -- and there's no denying that the thought of doing that with my own son is... well, the word "enticing" doesn't even cover it. The past two days, sometimes I've wanted it so badly that my chest fucking aches. My beautiful boy. How I want to bridge that gap with you. How I want to make love to you, with you. That's how Kieran described it: making love. It surprised me how intensely and suddenly and fully that desire swept over me, but I can't look at my son the same anymore, especially ever since Kieran uttered the words "What about that boy of yours?" It's ruined. Or, different, maybe. At least, no matter how hard I try to push away those thoughts, my feelings are too all-encompassing. I feel it in my head, and my heart, and my cock that I want to be the kind of father Kieran is. I finish up quickly, spurting my load into the toilet with thoughts of Ky heavy on my brain. Frankly, it's a bit of relief once I'm finished. I feel a little lighter and less anxious. When I head back into the waiting room, I check out with the receptionist and then collect Kyle before we make our way out to the car. "Doc said everything was okay, then?" I mention as we enter the parking lot. "I guess," Kyle says, shrugging slightly before rubbing his arm. My eyes catch the three Band-Aids on his upper arm. He's probably sore from those shots. "You were pretty brave in there," I mention. He looks up at me. "I was?" "Yeah," I tell him. I was in there for the first half of his examination -- before he had to strip down. "Between you and me, needles scare the *shit* out of me." Kyle laughs, and in turn, I swoon. Such a sweet sound, that is. "I was a little scared too." "But you took it like a champ," I say, ruffling his hair again before we separate and head towards either side of the car. I hop into the driver's seat and buckle up while Kyle climbs in on the passenger side. Just as I'm starting the car, Kyle blurts something out. "The doctor touched me." I look at him, eyebrows raised. "What?" "He touched my..." He's too shy to say the words, so he just gestures to his groin. I sigh, giving him a patient smile. "Doctors... doctors do that, buddy," I explain to him. "It was just a quick check, right?" He nods, not meeting my eyes. I can't help but feel both relieved and jealous. "No harm done, then. All part of the job. He was just checking to make sure everything's good." "It got hard, though," he says meekly. I blink. If I hadn't just jerked off, I would be sporting major wood in my pants again. "Oh," I say before clearing my throat. Fuck, I wish Kyle hadn't answered "Yes" to his pediatrician asking if he wanted me to leave for the next part of his exam. In fairness, he just looked confused and seemed to spit out whatever answer seemed easiest. "Were you embarrassed?" "A little," he says, glancing at his lap. "He say anything?" Kyle shakes his head. "No. He kinda just smiled at me." A smile can be read a million ways, so I'm sure Kyle thought Doc was making fun. "Nothing to be ashamed of, kiddo," I assure him, reaching over to rest my hand on his thigh. Fuck, he's warm. "Just the curse of being a boy." He still looks a little embarrassed, and suddenly, in the interest of cheering him up, a thought hits me. "You know what? Why don't we go out for some ice cream?" He looks up at me. "What about school? And your job?" "Forget school, and forget work," I say, smirking. "Let's play hooky today." Slowly, Ky's mouth splits into a wide grin before he laughs. "Just you and me?" "Just you and me, buddy." There's a Friendly's not too far from the doctor's office, so that's our first stop. Once I've secured a Reese's cup for myself and a mint chocolate chip for Kyle, we kick back on a bench outside and enjoy our ice creams. Instead of sitting across from each other, he decides to sit by me -- close enough for our legs to be in contact. "You're not gonna get in trouble, right?" Kyle asks me after I call out of work and let his school know that he will not be in attendance. "In trouble?" "For skipping work," he says, lapping at his cone. I laugh, shaking my head. "Nah. Fuck it." When I curse, he giggles slightly, and I decide to further those good feelings. "Would much rather spend the day with my boy." Again, Kyle blushes, bashfully licking his ice cream but making no movement to slide away from me. Hell, he even leans in a touch more. "You didn't have anything important at school today, did you?" He shrugs a bit, looking unconcerned. "Not really." "Good," I say, putting my free arm around him and resting my hand on his side. Damn, he's got some solidity to him. Gymnastics is treating his lithe body real well. "This is the first time it's been just us," Ky remarks. I blink before I realize that he's right. Ever since the McCarthy's moved in, we haven't had any real one-on-one time. "That's true," I mention. "Sorry I'm not Niall." He looks up at me with an amused grin. "Shut it," he murmurs, making me laugh. "I like spending time with you." That makes my fucking heart smile. "I like spending time with you too, kiddo," I say, rubbing his side. It feels good to be close like this. Not on a sexual level, but on an intimate father-son level. Lately, I've had my own father on my brain even more just because I'm comparing that relationship to the one I have with Kyle. It's incredible how different things are. "Y'know, I was never really close to my dad," I tell Kyle. "We never did stuff like this." "Really?" Kyle asks curiously, peering up at me. It's not often I talk about my family, so it seems like he's all ears. "Really," I say. "So this is a nice change." He smiles brightly at me before going back to his ice cream for a few quick licks. "Is he still alive?" I snort. "I'm not *that* old, kid," I say, bumping him with my hip and making him giggle. "Yes, he's still alive." He nods, taking in this information. "So that means I have a grandpa." "Yup. And a grandma. Couple aunts and uncles and cousins, too." He looks intrigued. "Where are they?" "Down south," I tell him. His face scrunches up for a moment. "Where Ma lives?" "Yeah," I say, attempting to read his expression. Is he upset about something? "Do you miss her?" He thinks on it for a second before shaking his head. "Not really," he says before looking back up at me. "Do you miss *your* parents?" I smile. "Not really." This is one of those moments where you connect with someone without having to acknowledge it with words. I realize we're in the same boat here: just a boy and a man who only have each other and are happy with that fact. On a daily basis, I rarely think about my family, and therefore don't really get that heartache or homesickness anymore. Kyle's my home now. He is the family that I'm focused on. It's a process (as it always is with reworking one's thinking), but I'm slowly shirking those nonsensical, ingrained fears that have followed me since my own childhood as a direct result of how my father tried to raise me: that I'm going to fail as a parent, that Kyle will never love me, that our household will be cold and devoid of love and intimacy. I'm always back-and-forth on these things, but things are changing -- catalyzed by seeing firsthand how a father *should* act towards his son, thanks to Kieran. "Niall doesn't like his mom either," Kyle says. I laugh a little. "Well, she's a special case," I say with a grin. I'm happy that woman is out of their lives officially now. "How are things with Niall anyway? You like having a roommate?" "Yeah, it's fun," he says happily. "Yeah, I bet," I say in a playful, knowing voice. Kyle laughs a little, nudging me with his elbow. Then, after a moment, he looks a little more pensive than usual. "Dad?" he asks, half-meeting my gaze. "Remember when you asked me if I had a crush on Niall?" I arch an eyebrow but nod. "Yeah." He licks stray ice cream off his bottom lip before continuing to speak. "Is it possible to have two crushes?" Little loverboy over here... "Sure, why not?" I say before grinning. "You're crushin' on two people?" He blushes but shrugs. "Maybe," he says, trying his best not to smile. "Gonna tell me who the other lucky person is?" "No," he says, his resilience breaking. He smiles widely -- not in a mischievous way, just with a playful hint of shyness. I laugh. "Why not?" "It's embarrassing," he tells me. I just smile thoughtfully. "Is it... Kieran?" I ask. He makes a face and then laughs. "No," he says bluntly, as if I'm crazy for suggesting such a thing. "Someone from school, then?" "I can't tell you," he says, looking away. I notice a slight flush has appeared on his cheeks. "You don't have to be embarrassed with me, son," I assure him, rubbing his side. "I know," he murmurs, but he doesn't say anything further. I don't want to push him, so I drop it -- but I can't help but wonder, "Could it be me?" That could just be wishful thinking right there, but one thing is for sure: we've gotten undoubtedly closer. Being so caught up in the stresses of being a new (and late) father, I missed the specific moment when Kyle nearly completely let his guard down around me. It was so gradual a transformation that I'm not surprised it went unnoticed, but it's no wonder every touch now feels a little more intimate, every smile seems a little more meaningful. Is it so wrong to wonder maybe Kyle *wants* to be closer?... When we get back to the house, Kieran's in the middle of vacuuming. He looks towards the door as Kyle and I enter, and at the sight of me, he seems surprised before he shuts off the machine. "Didn't expect to see you so soon!" he says with a welcoming smile. "Was hoping to have the place more cleaned up." I just chuckle slightly, glancing around. More cleaned up? The place is fucking spotless, thanks to him. "Decided to play hooky today," I mention, locking up. "Oh yeah?" Kieran asks before smiling towards Kyle. "'Sup, buddy?" "Not much," Kyle says, kicking his shoes off. "We got ice cream after my appointment. And went for a hike." "Oh ho," Kieran says with a chuckle. "Impromptu father-son date, huh?" I roll my eyes. "Shut up," I murmur, even though I smile. "Is Niall home yet?" Ky asks, adjusting his clothes as he stands back up. "Yup. He's up in your room with Lucky, doing homework," Kieran responds, gesturing towards the staircase. Still smiling to himself, Kyle starts bounding up the stairs, clearly about to make a beeline for the bedroom. Kieran warns Kyle to not distract his son too much, and my boy just giggles a bit from the top of the steps. "I wooon't," he says in an unconvincing tone before disappearing around the corner. Kieran grins towards me. "He seemed to be in a good mood." "He had a nice day," I mention, trying my best not to grin like a fool. I just head towards the kitchen to grab myself a glass of water, suddenly feeling parched after our hike. Kieran follows. "Uh huh. And how's daddy feeling?" he asks. I can hear the smirk in his voice without even turning around. "Daddy's feeling alright," I say, chuckling as I grab myself a cup from the cabinet and start filling it from the tap. "Just alright?" he teases. I sense him coming closer, and I hum when I feel his hands on my sides and his breath so close to my neck. "Just alright," I repeat softly. My mouth starts watering before I even bring the drink to my lips as he steps closer and bridges the gap between our bodies. When he lightly leans in to kiss my neck, I have to resist moaning. His beard tickles me just right. "Didn't have any... special fun on your date?" he asks me, sliding his hand around me and drawing it closer and closer to my groin. I haven't told Kieran *too* much about my fantasies concerning Kyle -- not because I don't trust him, but because I haven't totally reconciled with them yet. He knows they exist, but that's it. This is all very new to me, very fresh, very scary, and, frankly, very cock-heavy. I need to tread this path carefully so that I don't oversexualize my son. Plus, it's only been a couple days since everything has been out in the open. "Nothing like that," I say with a slight laugh. "I'm just teasing," he says with a chuckle. I gulp before clearing my throat. "I think I'm more... sure now, though." Kieran pauses for a moment. "Sure about what?" "What I want." I think he hums, but my heart is pounding so loudly that I can barely hear him. Am I really about to say this out loud? "And what is it that you want?" he asks slowly. If I'm going to admit this to anyone, it makes sense that it's Kieran. Kieran's deeper into it than I am. I'm merely taking a step in its direction -- *his* direction. "Kyle," I say simply. Kieran grunts, his hand sliding over my crotch with an insistent pawing motion. "You want Kyle?" I sigh heavily, nodding. "Yeah." "What do you want with Kyle?" he asks, kissing my neck. "I want... I want what you have, with *your* son," I murmur. "Mmm," Kieran groans approvingly, squeezing my bulge as if rewarding me. "You wanna make love with that lil cutie, don't you?" Goddamn, that sounds so much sweeter than just saying "fuck." It's almost... romantic. "Yeah," I breathe out. "Your own fucking boy," Kieran says, reaching slightly lower to grab at my balls through my pants. "A boy that you made." I moan a bit. We've talked a fair bit about him and his boy the past few nights, about their past and their present, and suddenly the thought of both of us, under the same roof, loving up on our sons simultaneously... That notion aids his hand in bringing me to full stiffness. He grips my solid cock through my pants, making me grunt. "Bad daddy," he murmurs with a chuckle. "Think you're talking about yourself," I mutter, reaching back between us to cup his bulge. Just as I sensed: stiff as a rod. "Well I *am* pretty fuckin' horny, yes," he says, snagging my ear between his teeth and tugging. I lick my lips, tilting my face towards him. "Didn't have Niall help you out?" At that question, Kieran practically growls before gripping my crotch even more insistently. "I need a man right now," Kieran murmurs before sinking his teeth into my shoulder instead. I moan out, my body tingling from his sense of urgency. He told me about these moods yesterday: when sometimes, his arousal calls for something more intense, masculine, powerful -- something I understand all too well. I turn around and grab onto him, licking my lips as we get close. "*Do* you, stud?" He grins a bit, inhaling softly. "Fuck yeah. A particularly sexy motherfucker with a killer uncut cock," he says with a smirk. "Know a guy?" I laugh. "I might." He chuckles before nudging his lips against mine without kissing me. "You know," he says in a low voice, making sure our groins are pressed together as snugly as possible, "we never got to fuck the other night." He's right. I had completely forgotten that Kieran was ready to give it up on Halloween night because I was distracted by his incestuous confessions. Prior to Niall's interruption, we probably would have gone all the way. I certainly was horny for it, and Kieran was talking me up, but we haven't discussed it since his relationship with his kid (in my head) took precedence. "We came close," I say. "Not close enough," Kieran murmurs, snagging my bottom lip between his teeth. I moan out, my cock throbbing now. Such a biter, he is. "So you want me to...?" I ask. "Yeah, buddy," he says, grinning. "Showered and everything." Christ. Fucking Christ. He's ready. The prospect of being inside him, inside *anyone*, sends a surge to my cock. I reach around his thick frame, hands sliding down his back to rest on his soft but firm ass. "Have you ever bottomed before?" I ask. "Oh yeah," he says casually. "Prefer it, when I'm with a man." "Damn," I murmur, grinning. "I kinda had this fantasy that I'd be the guy to break you in." He chuckles slightly, reaching right into my pants to grab at my cock. "If it makes you feel better, I'm a virgin past the six-inch mark," he says, feeling out my length. "I think you've got a little more for me, don't you, fucker?" Well, I see no option now. I have to fuck him. Period end. It takes us a few minutes of mutual groping before we figure out *where* we want to do this. In the end, he convinces me to "break his back" in my bedroom, which is the furthest away from the boys, but I tell him we need to play music loudly enough to drown out the sounds of us fucking. He just smirks at me before patting my bulge, stiff and needy, and turning around to lead the way. Following closely behind, I adjust myself, tingling with excitement. We sneak past the boys' room (both of us wondering if they're up to anything) on our way to the master bedroom towards the end of the hall. Once inside, Kieran heads over to my desk to play some music while I lock the door and make quick work of my clothes. By the time he chooses a classic rock playlist and adjusts the volume, I'm already down to my boxer briefs. Kieran turns, eyes me up and down, and grins. "Eager much?" he asks, chuckling at the sight of me tenting my underwear. "Very," I say before cocking my chin towards him. "Take those fucking clothes off." Kieran growls a bit before stepping towards me, smoothly removing his shirt with one swift motion as he gets closer. "Guess we'll skip the foreplay, then," he murmurs before he fires his lips towards mine. They clash, and we kiss hard, wrestling tongues right off the bat as we grapple for each other. While his hands are gripping both my back and my hair, my fingers are undoing his shorts in desperate fashion. I need this fucker naked. Luckily, he's not wearing any underwear. Once opened, his shorts fall to his ankles, revealing the intimate skin they were covering. Our lips are still doing battle, so I can only tell he's naked when my hand feels around for his nearly-full cock. I grip it tight in my fist, tasting the way he groans into my mouth, sensing his urgency. We're both fired up. When he pulls away, both of us are panting, exchanging wet breaths against each other's lips, our body heat higher than ever -- but I'm glad he pulled back. I need to cool off, or I'll get dizzy. It's a lot of fast action right now, and I still didn't drink water, but under no circumstances am I leaving this room until I get what we came up here for. Kieran seems to intuitively know what I'm thinking, what I'm needing, because he just smirks at me before situating himself on the bed exactly how I wanted him to: face down, ass up, legs spread. His rounded, jock-man ass is displayed so perfectly to me, and I pause just to take in the sight of those bulbous, pale cheeks and the reddish hair nestled in between before I slip out of my underwear and step behind him. Fuck, it looks even better up close. It's perfectly symmetrical, perfectly rounded, with the perfect amount of fat on it... It's fucking perfect. He may have wanted to skip out on foreplay, but an ass like this doesn't go uneaten. Not by me. I kneel down behind him, cup my balls in one palm and my dick in the other, and I dive right in. "*Fuck*," Kieran gasps. He moans as if he wasn't expecting my tongue -- nor for me to be so voracious about it. "Eat me the *fuck* out, Ricky." I set my tongue free like it has a mind of its own, running wild, lapping and drooling like a dog, only interrupting those licks with thick, wet kisses. I'm further encouraged by him pressing back against me as I push my face in like I want nothing more than to be smothered by his backside. Honestly, wouldn't be the worst way to go. God, he's delicious. He tastes so *male*, and he thankfully showered long enough ago for his natural flavor to still come through. And then, a thought strikes me: what would Kyle taste like? I bet he *tastes* soft, if that's possible. Probably with a hint of sweetness too. That's just the boy in him. What would it be like to do this to him, I wonder...? I'd take it slower, for starters. Get him nice and wet with his daddy's saliva before testing his tightness with the tip of my tongue. Has he played down there at all, with his little buddy? Does he know about the secrets hidden in that sweet peach of his? How loudly would he moan, how violently would he shudder, if I eased my tongue into him, just like I'm doing to Kieran now? Kieran lets out a laugh mixed in with a moan, pulling on his hair before he looks back at me. "No one eats ass like you do, Ricky. Swear to fuckin' God," he murmurs, hand between his legs to grip his thick cock. He doesn't stroke it, though. Just holds onto it, palming it. I grin against him, giving his hole a lewd kiss. "No one's got an ass like you, stud," I say, emphasizing my love for *his* peach with a swift smack to the right cheek. He grunts and his ass jiggles lightly in response to my palm, which only makes my cock throb and spurt out some precum onto my bedroom floor. Just to think, I'll get to watch that ass shake while plowing it... Fuck. How hard does Kieran like it? "You gotta fuckin' dick me, man," he says -- and I notice something interesting in his expression. That easy, charming confidence he normally exudes is replaced by something needy, almost submissive. His eyebrows are raised up in concern as if he's worried I might bow out at the last second. But no need to worry, my hot fuckin' friend. I've committed to this. You're getting fucked. I spend a few more minutes tonguing his sweet hole before my dick is positively desperate for some action. I stand up almost feeling dizzy from breathlessness, but I focus, resting my hard cock right between his cheeks. I swear, my dick just knows when it's about to get what it wants, because I'm leaking like crazy, dripping pre right into his crack. I grip a cheek in each hand and squeeze before prying them apart and letting my natural lube drip right onto his hole: pink and lined with fur, shining with my spit and drops of precum. I grunt at the sight of it -- especially when Kieran arches his back and makes his pucker wink up at me and practically suck my precum in. That tells me one thing: he wants it, *bad*. As I reach into my nightstand with one hand, I press my thumb to his hole with the other, biting my lip. I can't tear my eyes away from that fuzzy pink ring, so I'm rummaging around the drawer blindly for the lube. Takes me a few seconds, but once I've got it in my hand, I pop the cap and pour a generous amount directly onto Kieran's hole, quickly working it in with my fingers. Once the outside is coated, that's when I start adding pressure and push into his heat. Both of us groan once I feed him my middle finger. He's tight, but not impossibly tight, which means I'll certainly enjoy the fuck out of him. I grin slightly, watching the way he clamps down on my finger as it disappears past the first knuckle, the second, then all the way to the base. In my periphery, I can see the strong muscles of his back flexing. "Yeeeah, buddy," Kieran drawls, humming as I rock my finger back and worth, testing his stretch. "Fucking stud," I murmur, giving his ass another slap with my free hand. Kieran grunts and then chuckles, looking back at me with as close to "fuck me" eyes as a man of his stature could give. "C'mon, big guy," he says, shifting completely to his hands and knees now. "Don't fuckin' tease me." I smirk a bit, pushing my finger in even deeper. "Don't tempt me." "I wanna fucking tempt you," Kieran mutters, gripping the sheets tightly and pushing back on my finger. "Want you to fucking mount me, dude." I can't help but smile. What are friends for if not to scratch the itches we both desperately need scratched? Instead of responding with words, I quickly lube up my own cock and press the tip of it at Kieran's entrance. I slap my cock against it three times before he grins and nods at me, giving me the go-ahead before getting back into his original position: face down, ass up. Here goes... When I pull back my foreskin and slowly push into him, I nearly feel like I'm already on the verge of orgasm already. It's been so long since I've sunk myself into someone else's heat like this -- never mind someone as objectively hot as Kieran. I can actually feel myself smiling as I watch each subsequent inch of me disappear. Once halfway in, I moan and shift both hands to each of Kieran's hips, holding him firmly in place. "Drive it home," Kieran murmurs. I look up towards his head to see that he's not even looking at me. "What?" "Drive it fuckin' home, Ricky," he says insistently. "Come on." Christ, maybe I should marry *this* fucker... I grin, digging my fingertips into his skin a little more before bottoming out in one swift, hard thrust. I plant myself deep inside of him, holding even when his body recoils and his back arches. "Fuck!" he yells, panting. "You asked for it," I remind him, sliding my hands up his sides just to feel the variation of rough and smooth skin. God, he feels good all over. Every inch of him. "Fuck yes," he moans before lifting his ass more and meeting my groin more firmly. "Tear it up." Yes sir. When I begin working my hips, I start off a bit slow out of fear of going teenage-virgin on Kieran and creaming his hole too soon. But as I start to find a rhythm, I realize I've just really, really, really missed sex, and my cock is incredibly sensitive. Biting my lip, I look down and watch my dick sink home repeatedly, nestling deep in a buddy's ass while I hold onto his hips and drive forward. "Fuck, your cock is fuckin' perfect, bud," Kieran groans, pushing back in perfect time with my thrusts as he rests his forehead on the mattress. I'm not much of a talker in bed, not like Kieran is, so I leave that comment appreciated but unaddressed. In my head, I'm thinking, "Fuck, I feel like I'm in love right now." That's how good he feels inside. For a moment, I think of Ethan and our old sex life -- and how, as good as it was before it wasn't, this? This is better. This feels comfortable, freeing, right. Feels like what I've fuckin' needed for over half a year. Then Kieran amps it up for me. "Don't hold back on me, now," he grunts. If you say so... I inhale deeply before gripping his hips a little tighter and really starting to drive my hips into him -- enough for our skins to slap against each other. It takes me a minute to realize our movements are perfectly synched up to the tempo of the song playing through the speakers: "Immigrant Song." With Kieran moaning "Aw, yeah," and Robert Plant screaming "Ahhhh!" through my speakers, I can't help but smile. Gradually, though, I add more power behind each thrust to the point where our bucking is loud enough to rival the music. But right now, I don't care if we're too loud or sound suspicions. I just want to be buried in my friend. All I'm focused on is the fuck. I push down on his lower back to increase his arch, making him curse when I plow in even deeper. "Fuckin' give it to me, Ricky," he urges. I can only go so hard and get so deep standing up behind him, so I make the executive decision to climb onto the bed and mount him fully. With my feet on either side of his shins, I squat down, hold his sides, and plunge in, getting quite the loud grunt out of Kieran. He hisses sharply -- especially when I slide a hand up his back and tug on his hair. "Mother--" he says before shifting onto his hands and knees again and giving me a better grip. I bite on my tongue, taking in the sight of his ass flattening against my hips with each thrust, and the way his shoulder blades look more prominent than ever, and the red flush that is overtaking his neck and upper torso. I'm giving it to my buddy good and hard, and he's taking it like a fucking champ. But there are other ways to push his buttons. I tug harder on his hair as I lean in towards his ear and whisper, "Bet you can't wait 'til Niall's big enough to fuck you like this." Kieran lets out an uncharacteristically whiny sort of moan in response, like I've hit just the right spot in his head -- and fuck, it makes my cock throb inside of him. I watch him shift one arm underneath him, between his legs, before it starts moving at a rapid speed. Grinning, I start to carry my weight into each thrust, making his whole body shift forward, helping him stroke off, starting to work up quite a sweat. But that's expected. This is man's work right here. Making love is one thing, but when it comes to *fucking*, if we're not sweating, we're not doing it right. "I'm gonna fuckin' nut all over your sheets if you don't stop," Kieran pants. "Do it," I tell him, not once slowing my pace. Seems he didn't need telling twice, because within the next five seconds, Kieran's moaning and groaning and flexing his hole on my cock. As I hold onto him tightly and fuck the cum out of him, I feel his full-body shudders. Even goosebumps erupt on his back, and I slide my palm over his skin for added stimulation. Not for long, though. His orgasm triggers mine, and when I start to feel the cum so suddenly surge through my shaft, I quickly pull out and empty my nuts all up his backside with a blissed-out cry. Despite having busted one out at the doctor's office, my load shoots so far that it hits Kieran in the back of his head before spilling out across his skin, some of it collecting at the base of his spine. I take a moment to collect myself, squeezing my softening cock tightly and appreciating how nicely I glazed his back. Goddamn. Guess I still had a lot in me. I roll away from Kieran with a grunt, collapsing onto my back beside him and doing my best to catch my breath. That was some serious fucking exercise for me, and even though Kieran is as fit as can be, he too is panting like he ran a marathon, collapsing onto his stomach. We glance over at each other at the same time, and when we make eye contact, we both immediately start laughing as if he had just cracked a hilarious joke. Guess that's just what happens when you fuck your best bud. "That was fuckin' hot," Kieran murmurs, reaching back to slip a few fingers between his cheeks. I grin at him. "You asked for it." "And I'm glad I fuckin' did," he says before letting out a soft hum. I wonder if he's fingering himself -- but before I can even check, he pulls his hand away and then sits up on his knees, glancing at the wet-stain underneath him. "Sorry about your sheets," he adds, gesturing to his cum splatters. I just shrug. "Sorry about your back," I joke. Kieran lets out a hearty laugh. "Just gimme something to wipe myself off." "Uh..." I sit up, glancing around the bedroom. I don't think I have any rags or anything in here, so I suggest we try the bathroom. "How 'bout a shower?" I ask, since I haven't had a chance to yet. "We can both get cleaned up." "Mmm. Good thinking," he says before he extends his arms to stretch with a grunt, and I lick my lips at the sight of him. It's difficult not to stare in awe whenever he's even semi-undressed. His lightly furred, muscular torso softened by fatherhood is a dream to gawk at -- and let's not forget that deliciously thick piece of meat hanging from a soft bush of red hair. It's still dripping a little bit of cum, I see. Fuck, now I wanna suck him off... But we have a shower to take. "C'mon, big daddy," he teases, grinning as he stands up off the bed and beckons me up. I grin back at him, taking the hand he's offering and letting him pull me to my feet and pat my ass in a fraternal way. I take a moment to stretch, too, before cocking my head towards the door. The bathroom is right down the hallway, so we can probably sneak in without having to do the whole charade of getting dressed for no reason. Kieran seems to approve, because he nods and leads the way. We slip out of the bedroom and quickly enter the bathroom, both eager to enjoy a hot shower after a hotter fuck. I test the temperature of the water before both of us step in together. Part of me wants to make out right now, but I'm enjoying this casual vibe too much to ruin it with intimate kissing, especially if Kieran's sexual hunger has been satisfied. For now, I just focus on lathering myself up with a small amount of soap while he washes my cum off his back before passing him the bar. I do notice, though, that as he's rubbing suds into his chest, he's peering at my body oddly -- possibly at my cock, but I can't tell. "What?" I ask. His eyes meet mine and he shakes his head. "Nothing," he says -- but of course, it's not nothing. He quickly changes his mind, running his soapy hands down over his crotch before clearing his throat. "Actually, question for ya," he says. "Yeah?" His hand remains on his groin while he contemplates the question. "When you say you're sure... about Kyle...?" I bite my lip. Now that the horniness has ebbed, I'm doing my overthinking thing again. "I don't know," I say, busying myself with rinsing the soap off my body so that I don't have to look at him. But Kieran just laughs. "I figured as much." "You did?" I ask, surprised. "Yeah, buddy. I feel like I know you pretty well, my friend, and one thing I know is that your dick does a lot of the talking for you," he says with a grin, making me flush. Am I that bad? "I figured you were just horny and feelin' it." "I was," I say with a slight grimace. "Kinda." "So... you *do* want that?" he asks, cocking an eyebrow and clearly attempting to weasel a confirmation out of me. I chew on my lip for a moment before nodding. "I think so." "You 'think' so?" he asks questioningly. I try to correct myself. "I *know* I want it," I say. And I do. I mean it. But Kieran looks unconvinced, eyeing me for several moments. "What's holding you back?" he asks. "Is it the fact that he's a boy, or the fact that he's your son?" There's a whole host of factors here. Sure, the fact that he's so young is probably my biggest reservation, and the fact that he's my son only slightly hinders my feelings. If he were older, I don't think I'd be so out of sorts over my newfound lust for my long-lost son considering the fact that I'm his father is still a strange concept. I came in late to the game here. But the biggest reservation I have is that I don't want to do anything without Kyle initiating something first, to prove to me that *he* wants it too. Kieran and Niall fell into their dynamic so organically, over a long stretch of time. Will I have to wait too? In the interest of keeping this conversation brief (and not sounding stupid), I give him the short answer. "More so the former," I say, washing my pits quickly. Kieran nods a little bit, mentally chewing on something before he speaks up. "I have a proposition for ya." Oh Lord. "What proposition?" "Would you wanna join me and Niall?" he asks. "To test the waters?" I pause mid-scrub. ...Is he serious? Who am I kidding -- of course he's serious. Joining Kieran and Niall... Fuck. I'll admit, I haven't thought about *that* fantasy as much as the others. It's always just been the two of them in my head, with me imagining myself taking a more voyeuristic approach. But if he's saying what I think he's saying... "Would he... be okay with that?" I ask. Kieran just laughs as if I said something stupid. "Clearly you don't know my son," he says before shrugging. "I'm just picking your brain. You don't have to have an answer right now. Just think about it." My complex emotions must be written all over my face for him to have said that. He probably initially expected me to jump on board immediately, so I just nod in response, watching him as he steps under the shower head and rinses off the soap on his body. We don't talk for the rest of the shower -- or, more specifically, *I* don't talk. Kieran switches gears and starts going on about work-related things, but my mind is completely focused on his little proposition. Is that something I'd want to do? Witness, yes, absolutely... But get involved? "Test the waters" with a boy? Well, I suppose the answer lies in the fact that my cock is tingling... After a few minutes, we both step out and dry off before making our way out of the bathroom. I fully expect Kieran to turn back into the master bedroom, but to my surprise, he walks right past it -- right towards the staircase. "Where are you going?" I ask. He looks back at me, gesturing towards the stairs. "Downstairs?" he says, grinning. "I'm thirsty." "But... Your clothes," I murmur. He's still completely undressed. Hell, both of us are. "What about 'em?" he asks, cocking one thick eyebrow up at me. "I... I don't know," I murmur. Is he really about to prance around the house in the nude? He just grins at me, amused by my surprise. "C'mon, stud," he says, beckoning me over. I hesitate before following him, caught in that effortless sort of influence he has over me and leaving my clothes abandoned. As I walk down the hallway, I realize how odd it feels purposefully waltzing around naked. Even when I lived alone, I always wore at least underwear. I guess felt too exposed or something. But with Kieran, it's somewhat... freeing, I suppose. And then we get into the living room and realize the boys have migrated from the bedroom to the living room, fully invested in an episode of "Rick and Morty" -- that is, until the sight of both their dads in their birthday suits steals their attention. For a moment, I'm brought back to that day we spent at the McCarthy's by the pool, where I skinny dipped with the boys. It was exciting then, too, having their eyes on me, sizing me up, taking it all in. So why do I feel nervous now? Kyle just stares, and Niall starts giggling before he asks, "Why are you naked?" "Why not?" Kieran says, shrugging. "We're all boys here." Now Kyle joins in on the giggling, biting his lip. I see him eyeing both of us, but me in particular. I watch his eyes roam my torso before settling on the one thing all boys are curious about: their fathers' cocks. What's he thinking? Is he comparing it to Niall's, the only other cock he's seen up close 'n personal? Is he comparing me to Kieran? Maybe he's wondering what it looks like hard. After all, there was that one time he felt it when sitting on my lap-- "Can we get naked too?" Niall suddenly asks. I look towards Kieran, and he smirks privately at me before responding to his son. "I don't see why not." The boys glance at each other before Niall stands up and immediately starts stripping, a wide grin on his face. Off goes his little polo and then his shorts and briefs before he's stark naked in the middle of the living room, pale body completely exposed to the three of us. It's a strange moment. Before, when I witnessed Niall's nudity (even submerged in the pool or the brief snippet through a partially opened door), it felt wrong to be in his presence. Niall's *Kieran's* boy, after all. Not mine. But Kieran granting Niall permission to be nude with all of us seems like he's also granting me permission to see. Considering his proposal, though, I'm not surprised... Now, Kyle's the only one who's still wearing clothes, and Niall calls him out. "You should get naked too! It'll be fun!" Kyle seems to hesitate, blushing slightly and giving me a shy sort of look. "You don't have to if you don't want to," I tell him, wanting him to be comfortable -- but he surprises me by standing up and starting to strip. He goes at a much slower pace than Niall, and I'm sure he's aware that there are three sets of eyes on him, watching his every move. I'm particularly transfixed by the innocent and gradual revealing of his toned torso and growing legs as he strips down to his undies. Then, with a soft breath, he discards that last article of clothing, joining the rest of us in full nudity. Christ, what a handsome kid he is... "Atta boy," Kieran says approvingly to Kyle, and the kid grins a bit, scratching his hair bashfully. "What are you two up to? Watching TV?" "Yeah," Niall answers. "Wanna watch with us?" Kieran glances at me and I just shrug, letting him answer on my behalf. "Sure, buddy," he says, smiling towards the boys before he turns to me and pats my chest. "You get comfy. I'll get us some water." I nod, gulping as Kieran exits the room and leaves me with our beautiful, naked boys. Niall smiles at me in a particularly adorable way, and Kyle merely situates himself back on the couch after folding up his clothes and setting them in a neat pile on the coffee table. "Wanna sit here, Mr. Fischer?" Niall asks, pointing to the end of the couch, between Kyle and the arm. That's exactly where I wanna sit, so I just smile and nod, stepping into their space. My heart races a little more as I realize the closer I get, the more they can see -- and these boys, they're not subtle when they try to check me out. They're both fully looking, eyes grazing over different parts of my body but always taking a few moments to settle on my cock. "Yours is like Kyle's," Niall comments as I sit down next to Kyle, hip-to-hip. "Huh?" I ask, wondering what he's referring to -- that is, until he points right to my groin. "Your cock," he says bluntly. I almost laugh. No doubt his father taught him that language. "Yeah, it is," I say with a smile, resting a hand on my boy's bare thigh and giving it a squeeze. It's a matter of luck that Kyle ended up uncut like me, since I wasn't there for the birth or for any decisions concerning his body. "Cool," Niall says cheerfully before settling himself back on the opposite side of Kyle, leaving enough room for his daddy to sit beside him. I just chuckle softly to myself before starting to remove my hand -- but Kyle does something sweet: he reaches over and places his hand gently on top of mine. I look down at his small paw resting on mine, and I feel a warm flush course through me. A rush of affection, no doubt. A rush of fatherly love. In return, I give his thigh another squeeze and keep my hand right where it is, right where it belongs, all the while thinking, "I could get used to all this." - End of Chapter 7 -