Date: Wed, 07 Apr 2021 02:38:30 +0000
From: Mobius <mobius2021@protonmail.com>
Subject: The Brothers Next Door - 6 (gay,M/tt, inc, oral, anal)

THE BROTHERS NEXT DOOR: by Mobius

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* This story is fiction; none of characters represent any persons in real
life and none of the events described actually happened, at least to my
direct knowledge.
* This fictional story depicts sexual activity between adults and youths
under the age of 18, including themes of incest.  Do not read if this
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Chapter Six:

My weekend with my son continued uninterrupted, and we enjoyed a relaxing
Saturday running errands, cleaning the house, and just hanging out.
While I enjoyed taking Adam on fun day trips to the zoo or art museums,
it was just as important that he learn that life is about doing the work.
Adults know that often times you have to put aside the fun things in
order to take care of the essentials.  But luckily, he was never bored or
complained about those times.  I still got the feeling he was more
relaxed doing chores at my house than if he had to do them at his
mother's house.  He was a good boy. Sure, he was cranky at times, but
aren't we all?

Saturday night I lay in my bed, unable to fall asleep. My mind was racing
and I couldn't find any peace.  I finally realized that I had fallen in
love with Danny -- that 13-year-old, auburn-haired alpha-boy bully devil
who had worked his way into my life.  His little blackmail games with me
since discovering his 16-year-old brother and I had been lovers had
pushed me to all my limits.  But by trying to protect Ethan and myself, I
had fallen even further down the rabbit hole and I was suddenly afraid
for myself and Adam.  I had double-checked on the specific state laws on
sexual consent and Danny had been somewhat correct:  a person aged 16
could have consensual sex with another person provided they were no more
than ten years older (not five, as Danny had said the afternoon he
threatened us).  I was 43, so I had no protections, no legal recourse.
And then the things that Danny forced upon me... well if my activities
with either were discovered, I would go away for a long, long time.

For almost two weeks now, I had been so wrapped up in fixing this problem
between the boys that I never stopped and allowed myself to consider what
would actually happen if I was discovered.  Scandal and disgrace,
surely.  Prosecution and conviction, likely.  After serving a prison
sentence, I would have to register everywhere I wanted to live for the
rest of my life and would become a pariah in whatever community I moved
to.  But worst of all, I would lose my Adam.  After conviction, he surely
would be prohibited from contact with me until he turned 18 and was a
legal adult.  But even after that... would Adam be too ashamed,
embarrassed, or angry to acknowledge me?  As a teenager with a convicted
pedophile father, he would have to endure the harassment of his peers and
other adults.  It would just be a spiral of pain and humiliation for
everyone.

As my anxiety and depression worsened, the hours ticked away.  Why had
this happened to me?  I had allowed the Ethan situation to get so out of
control, we got careless and opened the doorway to our discovery.  Why?
I looked at my life and realized the sad truth: I had been loveless for
so long, with no real intimacy or contact with anyone who genuinely
desired me, that when he threw himself at me that first time in the
middle of the night, waking me up with his incredible blowjob, I
crumbled.

During all those years with my harpee of an ex-wife I had never cheated
or had affairs because I didn't want to be the excuse the family had
failed; I wanted to do right by Adam and my vows, even if I was
miserable.  But I was so alone.  It was true that my son loved me, but as
a child he couldn't provide the kind of intimacy an adult needs for
emotional fulfillment.  Then here came Ethan, who wanted all of me -- my
mind, my heart, and my body.  Maybe he wasn't an adult in the eyes of
the law, but he knew what he wanted and he wanted me.  And when you've
been starving for affection for so long... well, its very hard to make the
right choice in those moments.

I looked at the clock again, and it was 3:00 am. I couldn't afford
another sleepless night; I had too much to do that day. As quietly as I
could, I clambered from my bed and went into the bathroom, where I went
into the medicine cabinet and took out my Ambien bottle.  Luckily
remembering that I hadn't had any drinks earlier in the evening, I
popped a pill and returned to my bed.

Danny. Oh, Danny, why?  He had been cruel, manipulative, and degrading.
He had effectively, and once quite literally, been raping me. I
shouldn't have enjoyed any of it.  I should be hating his guts.  But I
couldn't.  I knew that inside him there was something more trying to
tear itself free, and his sexual force was the only way he could figure
out how to connect to me.  And now I just wanted to pick him up in my
arms and make him all better, love him the way he deserved.  I still
loved Ethan passionately, but our love felt so different.  It was tender
and romantic and passionate.  But Danny -- being with him was animalistic
and through all his games, I could feel the neediness within him.  I
reflected on how I loved each of the boys so completely, and yet so
differently, until the Ambien carried me into the void.



"Daaaaaaaad? You in there?"

The next thing I knew, there was a bright shaft of sunlight in my eyes
and a small finger poking at my face.  I shuddered awake and tried to
come to my senses.  I was in my bed, and my son was kneeling on the
mattress next to me in his t-shirt and underwear, poking me.  As I opened
my eyes, I was facing his kneeling crotch and instantly got an eyeful.
My guilt from the night before flooded back on me.

"Ugh, what time is it?" I groaned as I sat myself up.  I checked the
clock at it said 10:05 am.  Damn, I was so late.  I usually got up at 7
in the morning, and because of the drugs had overslept an additional
three hours.

"Wakey-wakey, eggs and bakey," Adam giggled at me, plopping onto his
butt next to me.  "Welcome back, sleeping beauty."

"Oh, don't tease me, bedbug," I admonished him weakly, sitting upright
and laying back against the headboard. At least his crotch wasn't in my
face anymore.

"You take that sleepy-stuff last night?"

"Yes, officer," I groaned, rubbing my eyes again.

"Why?"

Well, how do you explain to a 10-year-old the layers of worry, shame, and
guilt that adults walk around with just for being human in a world that
expects perfection?

"Um... because sometimes adults don't sleep too good and they need help
every once in a while," I yawned.  "Adults carry a lot of problems so
that you kids don't have to."

"That's dumb," he said carelessly. "I'm hungry."

"I know. I'm sorry, sport," I said as I sat up to get out of bed.
Luckily, I always wore sleep pants on the nights when Adam was staying
over. "I'll get us up and fix some flapjacks.  You want any coffee?"

I always teased him with that offer. He just chuckled and gave me his
patented response: "Yuck!  Coffee tastes like ass!"

Oh, Adam, if you only knew...

Because of me, our morning started late, and we knew we would have to be
on the road taking Adam home in a couple of hours.  Everything seemed to
be behind the time, even me as I plonked around the kitchen slower than
usual.  We had a nice full brunch of flapjacks, eggs, hash browns, and
bacon, and then Adam wanted to have one more go with the weights before
we had to leave.  As he worked out with the dumbbells as Danny had showed
him, I half wondered if Danny might suddenly appear again at the back
door.  But, no, the day was just us.

Once he had finished up, I noticed the time and realized we would have to
leave.  I had him change out of his exercise clothes and put on regular
clothes for his trip home.  While I usually liked to have him clean his
sheets and start his laundry before he left, we had run out of time.  It
had been my fault, so I resolved I would take care of it later this week;
so what if it looked like an actual messy boy's room for a couple of
days?

As Adam and I sat in the car, driving back home, I once again started
thinking about Ethan, Danny, and the horrible repercussions should
everything be discovered.  Guilt started to grow, and I guess in the
process, I had gotten a little too quiet.

"Dad, are you okay?" Adam asked from beside me.  I glanced over
quickly; he looked concerned.

"Sure, bud. Why you ask?"

"You haven't been yourself today.  You've been... sad."

God damn, why do young kids have to be so perceptive?

"Maybe a bit," I admitted.  "Sometimes grown-up problems can make us
sad.  Do you remember when you were five and you lost that nice Christmas
scarf that your grandma made, and you worried all day that we would find
out and punish you?"

"Yeah."

"Well, adults do the same thing.  We mess up and then get sad and upset,
worrying that we'll be punished, or that people won't love us
anymore."

Adam cocked his head at me, "Did you mess up?"

Oh, boy.

"Sometimes adults can have all the right intentions, but end up doing
wrong," I admitted.  "I just hope that someday, when you are older and
you find out about any mistakes I've made, you can find a way to forgive
me."

I pulled the car up to the curb at his mother's house, and I turned to
look at him.

"I forgive you," he said simply.

"Yeah?" I chuckled. "What are you forgiving me for?"

"For whatever it is," he shrugged.  "You forgave me for losing the
Christmas scarf, and I spent all day worrying for nothing.  If I forgive
you now, you don't have to spend time worrying!"

My mouth just dropped.  How had my son just come up with that gem of
wisdom so easily?  I leaned over and kissed his head.  He sat there for a
moment, studying my face carefully, and then from out of nowhere, he
slapped my face.

"Snap out of it!" he yelled in his best Cher `Moonstruck' voice.  He
laughed and tumbled out of the car before I could react.  I sat and waved
as I watched him get to his mother's door, open it, and step inside.

I don't know how or why, but it seemed that the Universe had just used
my son to deliver me an urgent and much-needed message.  It would give me
a lot to think about as I pulled away from the curb and began my drive
home.



Dinner with Carol and the boys went pretty much as expected.  Ethan was
warm, but was restrained when we interacted (probably by Danny's
threats).  Danny was not playing the role of the moon-eyed smitten puppy
hanging off my every word this Sunday.  He was present but very distant.
But it wasn't like his previous aloof and disdainful distance.  He
appeared more withdrawn, like there was something on his mind.  But he
actually participated in the dinner and the after-dinner family games.

Once again, Carol sent the boys up to get ready for bed, grabbed a bottle
of wine and two glasses, and followed me across the lawn to my backyard,
where I once again stoked up the fire pit.  We then settled into the
Adirondack chairs, watching the flames with wine glasses in our hands.
After a few moments of comfortable silence, Carol shared her thoughts.

"I think he has a crush on you," she said thoughtfully, with a hint of
buzz in her voice.  I was concerned because I was noticing how much Carol
had seemed to be drinking lately.  Was the tension with the boys driving
her towards a drinking problem?

"Who?"

"Ethan," she said matter-of-factly.  I hesitated, unsure of how much I
should acknowledge.

"You think so?"

"Pfft," she snickered, "you are pretty dumb if you haven't noticed.
But then again, if you are straight, you may not be used to those
signals."

"Huh," I said, remaining silent on the issue.  After a minute, she
continued.

"He watches everything you do, smiles at everything you say.  If we even
talk about you during the week, he lights up.  I don't think I'd be
surprised if he ever came out as gay."

"Ethan? You think?"  I was really playing dumb, but I didn't want to
risk admitting anything that might take the conversation into a risky
area.  But as I played dumb, the guilt I had struggled with for the last
few days came back.  Carol was another person who would be devastated if
my actions ever came out: a trusted friend who is discovered to have
taken sexual advantage of her two sons.

"Yeah..." she replied, her voice seeming to fade away. I looked over in
the glow of the firelight, and her gaze was suddenly distant.  She looked
sad, and I could see the same intense guilt in her expression that I had
been carrying myself.

"You feeling okay, Carol," I asked her.  She seemed to snap back to the
current moment, and I saw there were tears in her eyes.

"Yeah," she laughed.  "I just... I can't..."

She fell silent for a minute collecting herself, before she spoke again
quietly. "Oh, Todd, I hope you never have to go through the feeling of
knowing how much you fucked up your own kids."

I was stunned.  I had never heard Carol talk so frankly about her family.

"Carol, I can't believe that," I admonished her.  "You are a smart,
loving woman and you've got more patience in your little finger than I
have in my whole body.  You've done remarkably well with the two boys on
your own all these years.  Why would you say that?"

Carol was silent again, slipping away into the distance again as if she
was bringing up painful memories.  When she didn't volunteer any more
information, I carefully prodded her.

"Carol, is this about the boys' father?"

Her eyes bulged, and it was evident I had hit upon the sore spot.  She
cautiously started speaking.

"When Jack left, the boys were so sad and angry.  Ethan got over it, but
I don't think Danny ever did.  His anger has made him a bully, which
ironically made him just like his father," she admitted.

"When we started out, Jack was a fun and happy kind of guy.  He had a
lot of dreams.  But after we got married, he had a hard time making his
plans work out.  Success evaded him. In time, his frustration became
resentment, and then resentment turned into anger.  He started resenting
me because I was bringing in more money than he was.  He started
resenting having a family, which made him short-tempered with the boys.
And the angrier he became, the more he would drink.  By the end, most
nights he was passed out by 9 pm.

"But for about six months towards the end, he started lightening up with
the boys.  He tried to be gentler and caring with them, and even started
taking Ethan out and showing him things like fishing and camping.
Unfortunately, Danny was only three at the time and too young to join his
dad and brother.  Jack was still angry and drinking, but at least he
saved his hostility for me.  But if it meant an easier time for the boys
and sparing them the heartbreak of a hurtful father, then I would take
it.  You know what a good parent is willing to sacrifice... how many years
did you put up with Brenda for the sake of keeping the family together
for Adam?"

She sighed deeply, and took another swig of wine.  She continued, her
voice barely louder than a whisper in the eerily quiet night.

"Then one day, nine years ago, I woke up and found that Jack had packed
a couple of bags and left.  Ethan was seven and Danny was four when it
happened.  We looked for him, and called the police to report him
missing.  My concern was that, with his drinking, he had gotten himself
into trouble and needed help.  But the days turned into weeks and the
weeks turned into months and no one ever found out where he went.  Both
boys were upset for a while, but Ethan seemed to recover pretty well.
Danny never did.  He would have fits with me, and scream at his brother.

"We've moved on, but even after all this time, I think Jack's
disappearance took a big toll on the boys.  I think the lack of a father
has made Ethan a bit needy for any sort of adult male approval. And
Danny... well, you've seen that show.  He's held his anger so long,
he's become the spitting image of Jack."

Carol fell silent, letting her head lean back into the chair, gazing up
at the night sky.  The fire in the pit had burned down to glowing coals
which cast a deep orange light around us, uttering only the occasional
and quiet pop into the silence of the night.  Carol leaned forward to
pick up the wine bottle and refilled her glass.  I considered the story
she had just revealed -- the most she had ever shared with me about her
ex-husband.  But something didn't fit.  I'm sure the story was true, it
just didn't explain everything that was going on.

"Carol," I started quietly, breaking the night's silence on the patio,
"Why did Jack leave?  Why are blaming yourself? And... why do you think
it has anything to do with whether Ethan is gay or not?"

The silence was cut by the sound of her wine glass falling to the brick
patio and shattering.  I looked to Carol beside me, and she was curled
forward crying into her hands.

"I'm so embarrassed," she confessed.  I reached out to put my hand on
her shoulder.

"Carol, you've become like a sister to me.  I need you to trust me.
Tell me what actually happened and we can figure out how to deal with
it.  Okay?"

She groaned in resistance, but then took a deep breath to steady herself,
"It was the night of Ethan's seventh birthday.  I was working a lot of
third-shifts at the hospital at the time and I had to go in, so we
celebrated early before I had to go to my shift.  But when I got there, I
found out there had been a screw-up and too many nurses had been
scheduled.  The shift supervisor told me I could go home as I had already
been working a lot of overtime."

"I came home," Carol said, her voice dropping so low it sounded like it
was coming out of the pit of her soul, forming words she had never said
before, "and I found Jack and Ethan in his bed together, asleep.
Spooning naked.  Jack's semen was all over Ethan's ass and legs."

She sobbed for a moment in recalling the devastating revelation. My own
stomach dropped... of course, how could I have not deduced this? It
perfectly explained Ethan's sexually precocious behavior through all of
the months I had known him.

"I confronted Jack that night, and became hysterical.  Jack was
half-drunk, and at first, he was defensive and denied everything.  Ethan
was crying, tell me it was okay and daddy hadn't hurt him.  Danny woke
up in the other room and started crying in confusion about all of the
ruckus.  Finally, Jack caved in and started balling in helplessness,
afraid of what was going to happen to him.

"Everyone was crying, so I sent Jack downstairs as I tried to calm the
boys down and get them back to sleep.  I felt so stupid that this had
been going on right under my nose, and I never noticed!  I was burning
with humiliation.   By the time I returned downstairs, I had half
expected that Jack would have bolted -- but he didn't.  He just sat on
the floor, silent and broken in his tears.  I think I had resolved then
what I was going to do.  I told him I didn't want to put the boys
through the humiliation and trauma of a police investigation and what
could be a very embarrassing public trial.  So, I gave him a choice -- he
could stay and be arrested, OR he could pack a couple of bags and leave
the state immediately, never to contact us again."

Carol cried quietly into her hands.  Yes, she was drunk, but her
emotional story so much completed the mystery of their family.  It
didn't quite explain why Danny had focused his anger towards his brother
-- that would be something I would have to figure out later.

Carol sniffed, "You must think I'm a horrible mother!"

I slipped out of my Adirondack chair and knelt beside her as she cried.
"No!  Why would I think that?"

"Because my husband had been abusing Ethan without me even noticing?
Because, instead of trying to get him help, I just kicked him out of our
lives, leaving the boys traumatized?  How could you not think that?!  A
stronger woman would have done everything to hold the family together.
Now, years later, my boys are still at each other's throats and drifting
further and further away," she concluded.  She quieted her sniffles, but
even in the dark glow of the evening, she looked wrecked.

"No, Carol," I comforted her, "You did exactly what you were supposed
to do to protect your boys, from both Jack and the public spectacle.
There was no way you could have known what was going on. You're only
human, no one expects you to be omniscient.  You did the best you could
at the time.  And now, I'm going to help you do the rest."

She took a deep breath of surprise, looking at me. "How?"

"Did you ever talk to the boys about what actually happened when they
got older?"

"No," she admitted. "I just wanted to let things lie.  I wanted us to
move on, and I didn't want them to foster any ideas about finding their
father again."

"Do you know where he is?"

She shook her head, "We negotiated our divorce -- through lawyers --
about a year after he left.  I think at the time he was settled up in
Vancouver.  Since then, I don't know if he's still there, moved
somewhere else, or even if he's dead."

"Carol, the boys are older now, and I think they deserve to know the
kind of man their father was. I really think it will help them let go of
the past and maybe resolve some of their anger, at least between them.
Is it okay with you if I talk with Ethan about it privately?"

"Not Danny?"

I nodded, "Not yet. Before you have the family conversation, I want to
first find out if Ethan remembers or knows anything that might help us
when we do."

"If you want, tomorrow Ethan will need to be picked up from his track
and field practice after school.  Danny has a wrestling event tomorrow
and I'll need to be there.  You can pick him up and talk with him then.
But please let me know how it went afterwards... I don't want Ethan to
become any more troubled than he is."

I stood up again from the cold brick patio and put my hand on her
shoulder again, "Carol, you are a very important friend to me now, and I
care about your boys as if they were my own. So, I need you to promise me
something."

"What is it?"

"I want you to promise me you are going to stop drinking," I said
seriously. "Maybe you haven't noticed, but I have -- you have been
drinking a lot lately.  And if you and the boys are going to get through
this, they don't need to worry about their mother having an alcohol
problem like their dad did. Can you try?"

She paused for a moment, and then meekly nodded.  At that point, I helped
her up and gave her a hug.  She collected herself and then began
migrating back towards her home.  Our talk had been long and it was
already 1:00 a.m.  She looked exhausted from unburdening herself, but
even so, I saw a glimmer of something in her eye: hope.  With a little
support, she was going to be able to get the truth sorted out with her
boys, and maybe feel less guilty in the process.

My own guilt was running on full steam, however.  The knowledge that my
sexual relationship with her boys was somehow perpetuating some prior
family abuse weighed heavily on me. A huge portion of Carol's guilt was
that she never sensed the abuse going on between her ex-husband and her
boy.  Imagine how stupid and angry she would feel if she learned that
Ethan's "crush" on me was already a fully realized sexual
relationship.

I cleaned up from our chat at the firepit and then headed to bed.  Given
the lateness, I had already decided I was going call in tomorrow and use
some personal time.  I needed some private space where I could work on
how I could support Ethan, Danny, and Carol as they worked to heal their
family from these very old wounds.  Shucking my clothes, I collapsed into
my bed at 1:30, and quickly drifted to sleep after a very long and
emotionally challenging weekend.




During the night, I found myself in the middle of a dream. I was walking
through Carol's house.    I climbed the stairs into a nondescript
bedroom (I had never been on the second floor of their home) where I saw
a faceless man fucking a younger version of Ethan.  It was hot but deeply
disturbing, and I felt the rise of panic come up in me.  Suddenly as I
watched, the faceless man turned into me, and the boy on the bed turned
into my son. Suddenly, Danny was there, glaring at me with angry eyes and
pulling me away from Adam.

I awoke from my nightmare in a panic.  The weight of my guilt all weekend
was now creeping into my dreams.  I tried to reorient myself in my dark,
when I suddenly heard pop music.  There was music coming from inside the
house.  Slowly sitting up and rising from my bed, fully nude, I crept out
of my bedroom to investigate.

Looking down the hall, there was a light on in Adam's bedroom.  Slowly I
crept down the hallway until I could glance through the crack in the
door.  The bedside light was on, and Danny stood there in the middle of
the room, fully nude. Some boy band was playing on his smartphone, which
had been placed by the bedside table.

I opened the door in a mix of relief (at least it wasn't a burglar) and
confusion to confront Danny.  He turned to look at me, and gave me a
wide, mischievous grin.  The clock behind him on Adam's bedroom desk
said it was 3:00 in the morning.

"I was just about to get you," he said. "You made me wait all weekend,
so now you owe me some private time, you old pedo-perv!"

"Why are you in here?"

"Adam seems like a pretty cool kid -- I like him -- and I was wondering
what kind of life he has with you. But I was also dying to know... given
how you and Ethan like to spend time together, whether he's experienced
your cock up his ass yet."

I felt outraged and embarrassed at the same time, "Never!"

"Too young for you?  Need them old enough to shoot for you? I guess
we'll see. But I can't sleep and I've already used up Ethan this
weekend, so you're going to help me out, faggot," he sneered.  I
couldn't help but notice that while he used the same slurs as he always
did with me, they felt half-hearted.  I turned back through the door,
towards my bedroom where I assumed he wanted to start our encounter.  But
he stayed there, standing in Adam's room. I looked back at him,
confused.

"Where are you going, old man?" he sniggered, grabbing and waggling his
hardon at me. "Get to work."

"Not here!" I gasped in protest.

"Why not?" he asked, jerking his cock slowly as I watched. "If you
want those photos of you and my brother to remain private, you need to
start remember who is running these games."

I had a feeling with everything I had learned, and with what I hoped to
learn, this situation would be coming to a head.  I didn't want to
instigate Danny into doing anything vindictive, not when we were so
close. A few more days and with a little luck, I might be able to get the
brothers to the truth.  And I realized that while I couldn't stop him
from spilling his secrets about me, at least I could bring some peace to
this family before I was put away.

I stepped back into the room, facing him.  I carefully went down on my
knees before him, his beautiful thick cock wagging before my eyes. I
could feel my son's dirty exercise clothes from earlier on the carpet
underneath my knees.  Leaning down, I pursed my lips and gently encircled
the tip of his dick.  As carefully as I could, I gently eased down his
foreskin until it was fully pulled back and then continued to wetly suck
and lick at his shaft.

Danny heaved a sigh of relief and pleasure. Bringing a hand up to my
neck, he held me in place as he started to gently fuck my mouth.  I
loosened my jaw and relaxed my throat, remember how energetic and deep
Danny could become once he got going. I kept my mouth really wet, giving
him a really sloppy blowjob as he thrust in and pulled out.  Although I
expected him to start pushing himself deep to choke me quickly, he just
seemed satisfied to maintain a nice slow, steady pace of slipping his
cock into and out of my slobbering mouth.

"Oh, fuck," he gasped. "I know why Ethan is so in love with your
blowjobs. Your mouth is better than his."

He gave a couple of forceful thrusts to choke me briefly, but then
resumed his earlier gentler pace.  I could taste his hot skin against me,
savoring his precum as it drizzled into my mouth and licking up the salt
of his sweat from his shaft. I truly savored the experience when Danny
allowed me to suck his cock -- the pale whiteness of his perfect, thick
shaft surrounded at the base by tufts of his auburn hair.  The scent of
his pheromones was intoxicating to me, and I increased my speed and depth
slurping down his dick.

"I think," he sighed, "that I'm not going to call you Old Pedo-Perv
any longer.  It's too long a name!  I think I'll call you... Daddy!"

My eyes bulged as he said the word, but before I could back away, I felt
his hand at the back of my neck holding me firming on his cock.  It
quaked in my mouth and I tasted another drizzle of his precum at the back
of my throat.  Daddy?? Was he going to start doing incest role-play with
me now?  Given what I had learned that very night, I could certainly
understand how a father-son relationship could have become perverted in
Danny's mind, but why now?

It must have been meeting Adam.  Seeing me in my fatherhood role had
triggered Danny, and now he was going to make this a part of his games.

"Fuck, Daddy," he grunted, using his hands to guide my mouth onto his
13-year-old cock, "Your mouth feels so good on my cock!  Don't you love
your son's cock in your mouth?"

I didn't know if I could do it: role-play a very dangerous scenario.  I
couldn't cross that line, not when I was the father of a boy only
slightly younger than Danny! This was his revenge on me from our little
game of chicken on Thursday night during the workout -- I had taken
everything he dished out to me and in the process, broke him down to a
point he was begging me to pleasure him.  Damnit, though, this might be
the thing that breaks me!  But I couldn't let him win... these games
always dissolved once he realized he would have no victory of taking
something from me, because I was giving it willingly.

"Mm-hmmm" I grunted, my mouth full and slobbering on his cock.  He
quickly pulled it away with a plop, and looked down on me from above.

"Say the words," he commanded.  His hard, saliva-drenched cock released
one slow drop of fluid to the floor below where it landed on Adam's
workout shorts.

"I love your cock in my mouth," I said, moving forward to take him up
again -- but he pulled away keeping me out of reach.

"NO!" he said forcefully.  It was then I realized what he wanted me to
say.

"I love my son's cock in my mouth," I said, resigned.  With that,
Danny grinned broadly and slipped his cock back into my mouth and throat,
thrusting himself eagerly.  I simply enjoyed the fullness and taste of
him, eagerly waiting for him to flood my mouth with his cum.

"No," he gasped, pulling his dripping dick from my lips, "I don't
want to come yet.  Get on the bed."

"What?" I asked, still surprised he was pushing this even further.  He
pulled me up and pushed me towards Adam's unmade bed.

"Get on the bed!" he snapped. "Have you gotten deaf in your old age?"

Danny quickly had me on top of my son's bed on my knees with my chest
and face pressed down onto the mattress.  He quickly knelt on the bed
behind me, and came close to line himself up with my hole.  I could hear
him spit and then felt the slimy warm drops hit my puckering anus.
Without any prelude, he seemed to tap his wet cockhead twice at my ass
(knock-knock) before he started to squirm and push his way inside me.

With such little lubrication, I could feel the burning of his hot prick
as it entered me.  While I had been adjusting to being fucked on a more
regular basis, the little amount of saliva on his hardness was the only
thing to ease the way.  It stretched and pulled at me, pains shooting
through my hips and groin as he slowly forced his way within.

I cried out in pain and I heard Danny gasp in urgent, pleasure-soaked
breaths.  In the pain, my legs became weak and I collapsed further onto
my son's used sheets. My face pressed into Adam's pillow and my head
was suddenly delirious with his smell.  My boy's clean, earthy scent --
no musk yet -- filled my nostrils.  As Danny started a slow, steady
fucking on my burning anus, he pressed himself into my prostate, shooting
a pulse of pleasure through me while wrapped in my boy's aroma.

Danny reached down and as he grinded himself into my poor ass, pressed my
face deeper into my son's pillow.  He knew what he was doing -- it was
diabolical.  All I could smell was Adam! Nothing from Danny or his
vigorous assault on my ass.  I was entranced as he fell into a regular
and speedy rhythm.  My anus had long since surrendered, and its pain had
been replaced by waves of electricity as he pounded on my prostate.

"Ohhhh, fuuuuuuuck Daddy," he moaned in a low voice. "I love fucking
my Daddy's hole. So much nicer than Ethan's.  Do you love me fucking
you, Daddy? Do you love your son fucking you?"

I couldn't... I just couldn't.

"No," I wept in denial, "Not like this.  Not like this."

He was not pleased at my response, and he slapped the back of my head.
After a moment of him moving his body around behind me, he was suddenly
leaning over me again, not losing time with a single stroke of his cock.
Suddenly I felt his fingers entwine my hair and pulled me up, out of the
pillow. The pain from my hair being pulled was pale in comparison to the
surprise of having a handful of soft fabric roughly pressed against my
face.

It had been Adam's underwear -- the pair he had removed when he changed
out of his workout clothes the day before.  Somehow, Danny had picked
them up from the bedroom floor where they had been left. My muffled cry
of shock was further silenced as Danny used his fingers to start poking
and shoving the fabric into my mouth.  Suddenly my tongue was tasting all
the shadow flavors of my son... the sweat from his crotch, the miniscule
drops of urine whisked away from using the bathroom, and even the low
earthy flavor from his seat.  I was gagging at the fullness of my mouth,
unable to breathe, and it was overwhelming sensory overload.

Danny thrust into me harder, "Do you love your son fucking you!?"

All I could do was nod my head, tears streaming down my face. As
humiliating as this was, all I could do was remember that Danny had the
power to end my life by sharing those photos of me and his brother with
his mother and the police.

With my acquiescence, Danny pulled the underwear from my mouth and leaned
back.  I coughed as I was suddenly free to breathe again.  At the same
time, Danny seemed to change his tempo and his angle.  He was really
railing on my prostate, my ass humming at his assault, and I knew I
wouldn't last too much longer.

I grunted and groaned as Danny fucked into me deeply.  Behind me, he was
moving around again, and suddenly I felt him reach down and wrap his arm
around my hips.  I felt something against my raging hardon, which was
dripping a steady stream of precum onto the sheets as Danny boxed against
my gland. Was he touching me?  Yes!  No, wait.. it wasn't his skin -- it
was something else.

It dawned on me -- it was Adam's small underwear, which Danny was
wrapping over the head of my large dick.  He moaned loudly, and I
realized he was ready.  Before I could even take a breath, Danny thrust
up deep within me and with a grunt, I felt the waves of his heat as he
filled me up.  At the same time, his spasms caused his hand around my
cock to milk at me, and I lost all control.

We were frozen there, the boy cumming deep within me as I unloaded into
the fabric of the underwear Danny held at my cock. We shivered and quaked
as our orgasms overtook us.  Finally, in a last gasp, I started to black
out and fell flat on the bed, pulling off of Danny's pulsing erection.
His final drops painted my ass cheeks and Adam's bedsheets.  As for me,
I slipped into darkness.

A few brief minutes later, I had caught my breath and slowly woke up.  I
was still on Adam's bed. Laying on my stomach.  Looking around, I could
see Danny putting his clothes on and heading to the bedroom door.
Outside, through the windows, there was just the slightest glimmer of
dawn on the horizon.

Danny looked at me and noticed I was awake.  He came over to the bed and
knelt down so that our eyes were at the same level.

"Mmmmm, I've got a shit-long day at school, but that little game was
worth me being tired later," he said, leveling a cruel smile at me.
"You played well, so your secret is still safe with me. For now."

Standing again, he cast his eyes on me as I was splayed out nude on my
son's bed.

"Keep those sheets on there for a while," he commanded.  "I think we
can make use of them a few more times."

"But..." I tried to interject, but he interrupted.

"Now, now," he grinned at me, "Do what I say, because I'd hate for
Adam to find the photos of you and Ethan in his email."

However groggy I might have been, my eyes slammed open. Adam? Email?

"Impossible!" I gasped.  "Adam doesn't have an email account."

He laughed, "You believe that?  Well... SNAP OUT OF IT!"

The imitation Cher voice could only mean one thing: he was already in
communication with Adam as Danny had referenced the phrase my son has
used with me in the car the previous afternoon.  It was too specific to
be a coincidence. My stomach and heart dropped... this means Danny had a
way of communicating with Adam directly without my supervision.

Danny walked over to the bedroom door, turned a final time and gave me
the sweetest, most genuine smile I had ever seen him offer.

"See ya!"

With that, he was out of the bedroom, down the stairs, and moments later,
out of the house.  I lay there on my son's bed, the room reeking with
cum and sweat and ass -- and my son.

Oh God, could I defuse the live grenade that was Danny before it was too
late, and our lives were pushed any further off of the rails?



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