Date: Sat, 23 Oct 2021 07:55:49 -0500 From: Jake Stone Subject: "Wrong Side of the Tracks", Part Ten - Casey Please support Nifty!! Donate:: https://donate.nifty.org/donate.html I was going to make this chapter really dark, and dangerous, but then decided it was too much. I went with semi-dark instead with a hopeful ending to the chapter. You'll see some things that, given today's climate, will turn you off. But stick with it. I promise it will make you feel good. Please remember, this is all made up, the places exist but the events did not happen in real life. This is only for your cock to get happy. I lose interest when you lose interest. Let me know how I'm doing! studbluecollar@gmail.com. Thanks for the continued support. All my stories are pure fiction from my twisted mind. I use real places but with made up people. The situations are fantasies. Nothing more. The Palm Springs motel and home are made up. They don't exist. And yes. I have a thing for Palm Springs. Used to live there. The bar's name is real but everything else is not. Live life how you wish on your own terms and do not judge others. Life is too short. Where we left them:: "Sure man. I'll get your bags. Should be the last two in there I hope. Hate to think someone went home naked and dripping. Ok...that would be hot." Marcus said and we all sort of chuckled. "Where are you from anyway?" he asked. "Palm Springs," Pat answered. "Hmm, we need to become friends so I can visit." Marcus said. "That should be easy, I own a motel with my partner. You would fit right in there." Pat volunteered as Marcus handed us our bags with our clothes in them. After a bit more chit chat we got dressed and Pat said he was about to call an Uber to take us back to the Siren Hotel. Marcus said, "That's not far, I'll drop you guys off if you'd like. It's on the way home." So we accepted. Once we got to the room we undressed and hit the bed. Didn't even bother to shower. We slept until noon. "Wrong Side of the Tracks", Part Ten: Thursday, in the early afternoon, after Philip and Pat had left for the airport, Shay received a call from a guest that was almost becoming a regular. It was Casey Montgomery. He wanted to book a room by the pool for Saturday night. Casey had been to the motel 4 times before. Shay couldn't help but remember the sexy and intense man. The man was definitely latino. Said he was from San Diego. His ID checked out, but he always paid in cash. Something about him gave Shay pause. The dude was definitely ex-military. He would bet on a Marine but they never discussed it. Shay would ask in a social setting but since the guy was a guest he would always defer to the customer to volunteer such information. And Casey was definitely hot. He was the spitting image of Michael Arana, one of Justin Bieber's bodyguards. Right down to the deltoids. Standing at about 5'11" if he had to guess. But Casey had that twitch. Sort of a tick in the eye of someone that had seen too much. Like a man that did one too many tours in the middle east. A lot of crazy behind those eyes. Shay knows that twitch. He, himself, takes meds to ward it off. Shay wasn't sure if Casey had the proper meds yet. But he would mind his own business until invited into the conversation by Casey. The first time Casey was here you could tell he was just feeling the lay of the land so to speak. Like a guy that had recently started to explore his sexuality. Opening his eyes for the first time. Very shy about taking off his towel at the pool. But even with the towel he caused quite a stir at the pool. His perfect physique and his unblemished tanned skin, with a persistent sheen of sweat, could have been on the cover of any fitness magazine. His scent, when he walked by you, was thick in the air, musky and masculine. A total turn on to a man like Shay. But Casey kept to himself that weekend. Off in the corner sort of just observing. The second time Casey was here he let loose a bit more. Let guys involve him in conversation. That was the first time Shay had seen the man's cock by the pool. A thick piece of uncut latin perfection laying on top of generous balls. Apprehension kept him soft but it was still a show stopper. The last time, the fourth, Casey was extremely confident. He strutted around like a professional exhibitionist. Teasing the rest of the guests. Shay even saw him disappear with a couple of guys here and there. Casey seemed to have a thing for muscle twinks. Short, young muscle boys with bubble butts. Shay didn't always pay attention to what his guest got up to but Casey intrigued him. And not always in a good way. Shay took Casey's reservation for the room. If nothing else he'll get to watch that perfect slab of beef strut around the pool some. Casey's POV:: Casey ended the call with Shay at the motel. The motel held secrets which he was yet to discover. His last four 'recon' missions to the motel were in vain. Although there was a force pulling him in. He knew he was paranoid. Should be taking his meds. But it felt like he was being indoctrinated. But he hadn't seen anything bad like he had been told. He knew he had to keep looking. For the cause. His son told him all the shit he heard from the right was bullshit. He wouldn't find anything. But he was going to go one last time. He would either prove all those conspiracy theories or he would give up. He promised his son. He's fought these feelings all his life knowing they were sinful. His evil attraction to men. Young men. His desires, flirting with underage. He didn't want to be gay. The teachings of Q told him that. But he has succumbed several times now to the temptations. Between the motel and his new home life he was having the best sex he's ever had. But it was all with men. He could no longer resist the temptations. They've been bottled up in him for so long, these feelings, that they were coming out like a volcano. Maybe "Q" teachings are wrong? He needs to make sure. His name was Casey, that much was true, but his last name was Torres. His family was Puerto Rican. At least his father was. He was still unsure of his whore of a mother. The bitch left when he was five. She left him with a bitter taste for women from the beginning. He secured a fake license after he returned from tour, when he decided to follow the Q conspiracies and try to rid himself of being anything but an alpha American male. He would seek out the crimes against nature that Q talked about. The license had his true age of 34. His lunch was ending at his crappy job as a security guard at a bank in Temecula. He couldn't wait to get this day over. He was up for a new job in Palm Springs as a maintenance technician on the windmills north of the city. His military experience was favoring his chances. Just one final background check and the job was his. They would have to move to Palm Springs. He found a trailer on the north side of the 10. It was just as crappy as where he lived now but it was private. He already put a deposit on it. It would be just him and the boy, his son, most of the time. But that may change soon. Jordy. At 4 PM he pulled into his driveway of his crappy two bedroom rental in Menifee in his 2001 Silverado. It was the only house that he could afford. He and his wife were talking about needing another bedroom before their breakup. They had a boy and a girl, his 15 year old boy and her 6 year old girl, sharing the other bedroom would have to have ended soon. The boy's hormones were obviously raging. Just more stress added to his shitty life. But that was over now. The marriage was in the past. He walked down the sidewalk towards the front door. His 'Trump 2024' flag had once flown proudly on the pole he erected last year over his landlord's objection. But Casey's intimidating stature made the landlord retreat. There was just a US flag there now. The first flag he put on there was his 'Trump 2020' flag. He knew the asshole, Trump, was a racist but he wanted to own the libs back then. Also, he hated himself and what he was inside so much that he wanted to do everything he could that was opposite of his true feelings. His wife almost ended up in the hospital the day after the election when she expressed her happiness at the outcome. But he held back for his son. But now he admits the man was a fraud. But he wasn't quite done with "Q" yet. But his son was helping him back off of them too. He just needed some more time. Remembering now that it was just six months ago, a day just like today. The day his wife left for good. Pulling up to the house, after work, just like now. But it was only two weeks after the election when she finally left. As he pulled off his boots in the living room he remembered:: Thankfully no one was home yet that day. He had stripped down to his jock and then he went out to his weight bench on the back patio and pushed himself hard for an hour. He worked out every day. Rain or shine. It was only about 65 degrees but the sun baked his body. 5:30 the wife would be home with the kids, Sissy and Bash. If he didn't workout before they arrived he would take the stress out on them. He's done it before. The wife usually gets the brunt of his anger. Especially since he stopped taking his meds. The 'teachings' of Q had made him feel that they were just controlling his mind for the government. When he was done, sweating in the afternoon sun, he went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. His anger was contained for now. Just as he finished his glass the wife walked in followed by the kids. They were used to seeing him scantily clothed or in nothing at all. His wife was still getting used to the change in him. When he got back from his last tour a couple months ago, in August, his demeanor had changed to mean and nasty as well as being an exhibitionist. It was rare for him to be home in more than a jock or, when he was being more modest, boxers. Standing there in his sweaty jock reeking of his rich earthy scent he just looked at them with contempt. He was more gentle with his son but not the other two. He sneered and then went for a beer. His family remained quiet as he went to his recliner in the living room where he turned on OAN. His relationship with FOX news was forever severed after the election. OAN was his source for the 'truth' that he needed to hear now. Subconsciously he knew it was all a lie but he had to believe. It was far better, in his mind, than accepting who he really was. While he soaked in the lies and mis-information he sipped on his beer. One leg over the arm of the chair while the other was stretched out on the foot rest of the recliner. Now and then he absentmindedly played with his rank hole and sweaty balls that had fallen out of his jock. His cock half hard still in the pouch. He loved smelling this way after his muscles were swole. Not giving a shit who would see him. It was his house, his kingdom, for the shit hole that it was. The scent and power turned him on. After Bash took Sissy to their room the wife came into the living room, nervous and sweating, she had something to say and it was obvious to him. He looked up to her expectantly. Hoping whatever it was would be over quickly. She shivered when they made eye contact. "Casey? I'm going to run to mom's for a few days, she's ill. I left food for you in the fridge. When you're ready. I'll take the kids if you want." she said hoping he would let her take both kids. She wanted to stay at her mom's for good. Her only way out was a diversion. The past couple of months with Casey back in their lives was killing her. He hadn't beat her, yet, but felt he came close. Especially after the election. He was totally fucked up in the head. Talked to her like she was trash. Ignored Sissy totally, but she understood why, just was upset that the kid was getting hurt by it. He didn't give a shit what she did. "Leave the boy." was all he said. Then thinking ahead, "When will you be back?" "Saturday if that's ok. The kids are off school tomorrow." she replied with trepidation. "Stay till Sunday. I need the time off from cunt. The boy can stay." was all he said. Ensuring that he was as crass as possible. He actually hoped she never came back. And he had little affection for the girl. She was even more of a mistake. He was just going to send a letter to break things off with his wife when he got word she was pregnant again. There was no way that girl was his. Didn't even look like him. She was just white. All white. No latino in her at all. When he got back for a two week leave last year and saw the blue eyed blond haired little girl after being away for almost 4 years he knew she wasn't his. Hell, they only actually fucked about 2 times before he left for those four years. There was no way. His wife was a whore like his mother. He blamed both of them for his deepest desires. His attractions to the same sex. It had to end now. "Actually, I'm sure your mother would appreciate you there permanently. Pack heavy." "Fine with me but Bash comes with me." She demanded. "The fuck he will. He stays here where he belongs. Three women will just fuck him up." Then he added, "Just try and take my son from me. You already sucked the life out of me when you got knocked up with another man's kid. No negotiation." He said with a cut and dry authority that she knew she couldn't win. Especially when she knew that he was right. Sissy wasn't his. Her real father, a construction worker from Temecula, dumped her when she told him she was pregnant. His wife, as quietly as she could, stormed out of the room on the way to their bedroom to pack. She hated him as much as he hated her. But the truth hurts. She had the affair. A few of them in fact. He was away for so long. She was determined not to come back. Bash or no Bash. But, as he sat there stewing, he thought, the boy, he was proud of the little fucker. He was never father material but that boy melted his heart. He didn't show it much. He had to keep up with the asshole image in front of the wife. But with her gone he would be glad to shower the kid with affection. His son, Sebastian, or Bash, was an athletic little stud. Gymnastics, wrestling and some soccer. He would have a talk with him that night. He would let the kid know he had his back once and for all. He was going to be sixteen soon. He let too many years go by. The boy was going to be his best bud. He already felt so much weight lifting off of his shoulders and she wasn't even out the door yet. After his wife packed her shit she went in the kids room and packed everything she could find of her daughter's. She made three trips to the car with their stuff. All while he sat on the recliner drinking beer and fondling his balls. His son stayed in the bedroom. Not wanting to be a part of another one of their fights. Bash sat there and watched his mother pack his sister's stuff. All the while his mother questioned him, Bash told Casey some of it later, "If you want to come with us I will find a way to get you away from him. You have to tell me you want to leave and I'll take you. Is that what you want?" Bash looked at her with anger. He finally had his dad back after all these years and she was leaving him. "No. I want to stay here." he said without any regret. "I finally have my dad back and you want to take him from me. At least with him I'll feel protected. You let all sorts of guys into this house. You know what they did to me!" "Oh my god you are just like him. Fine. Stay. I won't fight it. But don't come begging for me to take you back later. You made your choice." she said in anger. After they left, Bash came out of the room dressed in just his athletic shorts that were loose and only being held up by his butt. He had taken to being minimally dressed like his dad. He had the exhibitionist gene. He never wore underwear anymore. Just jocks for sport. His cum gutters were developing nicely. The kid was strong. Short but strong. He looked half sad and half pissed. Casey looked at the boy and then said, "You alright boy?" He regarded the kid. He was short, taking after his mother's side, at about 5'6". But he was built which Casey figured came from his side. Already had a treasure trail and pit hair. With an ass that was full and round. If Casey was truthful with himself he would admit to the desire he had when he looked at that ass. The kid was also supporting a faint five o'clock shadow. Yeah, he was going to be a total stud. Like his old man. Made Casey proud. "I guess I didn't know what a heartless bitch she was, dad." Bash said. "You should have asked. I would have told you. Come here." Casey said as he put the recliner in a sitting position. He spread his legs and held out his hands. "Come on, I want to talk to you, I won't bite." Casey smiled. Bash was in sort of shock. And it wasn't because his father was so blatantly on display. Just in a jock with his balls hanging out. He was used to that. But he never saw a warm smile from his father. A sneer or evil smile, yes. But warm, never. He inched towards his father with trepidation. When Bash got to him Casey pulled the boy up to his lap and then held him to his chest. The boy's head came to rest on his shoulder. The boy was sort of too big for this but Casey knew both he and the boy needed the closeness for the moment. "Son, I'm not going to mince words. Your mother and I were never good for each other. And then she slept around and had your sister. But there is nothing in the world I love more than you. I hope you really want to stay with me." Casey said as he caressed the boys back with one hand and held his thigh with the other. Bash was well aware of his and his father's state of dress. The attractiveness of the man did not go without the boy's notice. Bash was scared and taken with his father all at the same time. "I want to stay with you dad. Always." Bash said with a slight sob, and then he said, "It was more than one guy dad." Casey pulled his head back and looked at his son, "What do you mean boy?" although he already knew what he was saying. "Men, dad. She had them in and out of here all the time. She drank a lot when you weren't here, too. Never closed the bedroom door. Sissy and I saw it all. Some of the guys walked around here naked too." Bash admitted, "She still drinks behind your back. Has vodka hidden all over the place." A bit of anger hit his father's eyes and Bash was scared for a moment. "Did they ever hurt you son? The men?" he asked. "Not hurt. But, touched me." he put his face into his dad's shoulder not wanting to show his shame. "Touched you where son?" Casey was trying to hold back. Trying to be there for his boy. His poor boy. "All over dad" Bash said in barely a whisper. "Oh god son. I'm sorry son. I wasn't here for you. That fucking bitch ruined you. Let those assholes in here." he was saying with contempt under his breath. His deep throaty voice filled with emotion. He was hugging Bash hard now. The boy could barely breathe. "I'm ok dad. As long as I can stay with you, I'm ok." Bash said. Casey was still hugging Bash but his hands were also inspecting the boy. Making sure he was still whole. Even though he knew he was. That he wouldn't find any evidence of what happened before he came back. "What did they do to you son? Don't hold back. Tell me everything. I need to know." "Everything dad. Everything." the boy sobbed into his shoulder. "When was the first time?" he asked even though he was afraid to. "Right after sissy was born. One of mom's regular boyfriends said she wasn't putting out. Made me suck his dick." he said again in a whisper. So ashamed in front of his ultra masculine dad. He knew what his dad was. The man was filled with hate and contempt for other people. Especially if they were not Trump followers. But he felt safe with him at the same time. He felt like he could come clean. "When you were 10? Mother fucker." Casey wanted to find the guy and kill him. But he wasn't letting go of his son for anything right now. In his warped mind he figured he was being punished for his deep desires. "Did anyone fuck you Bash?" he asked in his usual crass way. Not even wondering if the kid knew what fucking was. "Yeah, a couple. One of them a lot." Bash felt his father's cock twitch below him. "He lived on the coast. A surfer. Mom met him at a bar. He was coming here to work on his grandparents house until it was sold. It was left to him. So he has been in and out of town for about eight months. Mom used to let me go with him to the house when he was working on it on the weekends." "Go on son. Tell me everything." Casey was angry but he was also aware of the effect this was having on him. He felt his cock grow. He never hid his half hard ons around the house and he wasn't going to be shy now. But his anger was also directed at himself. He was getting turned on. Knowing that his boy was experienced. He knew he was fucked up. "His name was Jordy. He was a lot younger than mom. Like only a couple of years out of high school. Muscular but not like you. No one's like you." he felt his dad twitch again under him. He loved this. His father's hold on him and the reaction it was having. "Always wore old board shorts. Hardly ever a shirt or shoes. Except when he was working on the house. Then just boots. But when we were alone at his house he said we could have naked days if I wanted. And we did. He still wore his boots while working on the house and made me wear my tennis shoes. But we had naked days." "That's all you did at that house? Naked days? Where did he fuck you? Here or there?" Casey asked. Bash shivered against his dad. Sort of scared to go on. "It's ok son. It wasn't your fault." Casey tried to calm the boy, "I'm not going anywhere ever again. No matter what they did to you or what you did, you are all I fucking care about in this fucked up life of mine. I know I'm fucked up and angry all the time, son. I don't want to be. I don't want to ever scare you again. I want to change for you. Tell me more." Bash let out a deep breath and said, "I had sucked a lot of mom's boyfriends at that point. I think mom told Jordy." "She fucking knew? She knew you were molested?" Casey's anger went up a notch. He would kill that bitch if she ever came near them again. "Yeah," Bash said, scared again. "Sorry son. It's ok. But I don't think you'll be able to see her again unless I'm in the room. I'll never trust her with you again." Casey tried to calm himself. "Has anyone fucked you before Jordy?" since it was now obvious that this Jordy dude was using his son he wanted to know if it was Bash's first. "Two others. But they only did it a couple of times. One of them was big like you. It hurt the first time." Bash said. "The first time? It didn't hurt after that?" Casey's mind was going 100 miles an hour. His emotions were all over the place. He was pissed at the men. He wanted to kill his wife and he also was so fucking turned on that he knew he was totally fucked up. Fucking everything he was trying not to be. "It started to feel good" the whisper from the boy was so low that he barely heard it. But the tears falling on his shoulder increased. "I really like it now." "Oh son. My baby boy. It's ok. I won't be mad at you. Tell me. If I get angry I'm mad at the others. Not you. You can tell me more." Casey was keeping his anger in check but his cock was throbbing. He knew the boy felt it against his thigh. Casey tried to ignore it. "Did Jordy feel good?" he made his own cock throb with that question. "Yes." and then he let out a deep breath and said, "He only fucked mom that one time. The night they met. She was drunk and then decided he was too young for her. She actually told me he couldn't keep it up with her. He is 19. He wasn't into her anyway obviously. At all, really. He thought he was bi at that point but he knew he was really gay. But she started using him to watch me. She took sissy to her mom's but figured I could use a male influence. Told me he could be like my big brother." "When was this son? When were you friends with Jordy?" Casey asked. Relaxing when it sunk in that the dude wasn't much older than Bash. "She met him about a year ago I think. She told him that he couldn't come around anymore after you got home." Bash said. Casey did the math. "So that was just before August? Do you still hear from him?" Bash moved restlessly against Casey. "We still text." Casey knew it was a bad idea for the boy to have a phone. But the bitch got him one anyway. "He's scared of you. Mom told him to be. He's afraid if you find out you will kill him." Casey thought about it for a minute. This Jordy dude was young. Too old for his boy but still young. This wasn't like an old perv going after Bash. It was basically just another boy. "Is he like a boyfriend, son?" Bash shook violently in his father's arms. He knew how his dad felt about gay people. Not that he ever said it but he followed all those right wing nut bags that railed against the LGBTQ community. "Son. Son. It's ok. I told you no matter what you told me I am not going to love you any less." Casey said trying to be as affectionate with the boy as he could allow himself. Hugging him close. "He works out with me. We do other stuff besides sex. But his scent is like yours, just not as strong. Masculine and it turns me on. When we do stuff together it feels really good. We've done a lot. Some kinky stuff. We've done it all at the empty house. He just has a bedroom that has furniture and a tv. The rest of the house is under renovation." Bash was talking a mile a minute. Like he was waiting for his father to blow up. But Casey remained calm. Deep down he always knew his boy was like him. "You like my scent?" That was the line that stuck with Casey the most. Because Casey not only liked his own scent he liked other men's scent as well. Parts of his defenses were starting to peel away. But this wasn't who he was trying to be. He couldn't be what he desired. He just couldn't. But he would protect his boy. "God yes," Bash admitted. "Like, um, my pits?" Casey lifted the arm where Bash's head was on his shoulder. Bash pulled back and looked. Casey was already reeking from the day and his workout. He never used soap in his pits. Just water. He craved the scent himself. Bash's eyes went wide as he looked into the dark moist hair. The scent was pungent. It hung in the air. "Dad" he said, exasperated, as he seemed to be in a trance looking at the underarm of the man he desired most. "Does Jordy smell like that boy?" Casey asked. "Nothing close to that." Bash answered, still trance-like. "Is that what you like son?" Casey continued, "My stink?" "Yes, dad. Sorry." Bash became embarrassed again. "Don't be, son. I like it too." Casey admitted. "You do?!?" Bash was genuinely surprised. "Yeah buddy. I do. I keep the smell as long as I can." Casey said, almost exasperated at his own admission. But he was afraid that accepting Bash would be accepting himself. "I will share everything with you buddy but I'm not sure if I can be myself, ever." "Because of your political beliefs?" Bash asked with apprehension. "Yes. No. I don't know. I'm fucked up. I have to believe it's real. The shit I listen to." Casey said. "It's not dad. They're crazy. Trump is crazy. It's just not real. They lie every day." Bash said with more confidence then he had shown all day. "I know they lie about some things. But some stuff is sort of believable. And I know Trump is crazy. I know he is just a grifter son." Then he looked at Bash, amazed at the young man coming out of his shell, he put both hands behind his head deep in thought, making his scent wrap around both of them causing both men to get harder, "I've missed so many years with you and now look at you becoming a man with opinions." he smiled a proud smile, "I love you son." "I love everything about you dad. I won't give up on you. You need to get better. Better for us." Bash said as he sat up and changed his position to where he was on his knees over his dad's lap. A knee on each side of him. His young cock tenting his athletic shorts as he was commando underneath them. His hands now on each side of his dad's torso. Feeling the warmth coming off of the man. Casey looked at his son curiously wondering what was going through his mind. He stayed displaying his pits, taking in his own scent, being the exhibitionist he had become. His cock was painfully hard underneath his son's own hard cock. "Dad?" Bash asked. "Yes son," Casey said in a deep lustful tone. "Can I taste one of them? One of your pits?" Bash asked softly. Casey's eyes got wide. His son admitting to doing things with men was one thing but would he cross this line? Before he answered he asked, "Is that what you did with Jordy? Tasted him?" Almost afraid of the answer he would get. "Yes," Bash said softly, "Like this, squatting on his lap, but while....well" "While what son?" Casey felt like he had already let it get too far. "While, god dad, while I sat on his cock. I ate his pits while he fucked me." Bash got it out all in one breath. Afraid of the repercussions. But he went on. "I would have his cum dripping down my legs as we worked on the house. We stayed naked. When he got hard he would take me again. And again. He temporarily satisfies the itch dad. The one I have for you." "Oh god son. Is that what you want? Is that all you want to do is taste them? Or do you want what Jordy does too?" Casey was feeling warm all over. His lust overtaking his beliefs. He was going to hell or something. His son couldn't want that from him. Bash got up and went to his room. Casey stayed in the same position waiting and wondering what was next. His cock was pulsating in anticipation. Bash came back naked with his cock leading the way. He had a bottle of lube in his hands. He put the lube down next to the chair and then went to his father. He looked him in the eye as he reached for the man's jockstrap. Then he pulled. In spite of himself Casey lifted off the chair so the boy could get them all the way off. But other than that he didn't move. Bash got on his knees and took his father's cock into his mouth. Casey watched with amazement at how much the boy could take. In a few short minutes Bash's nose was in his pubes. Breathing deep as he sucked the cock expertly. His left hand is still holding his dad's jockstrap. Bash showed his experience. He pushed his tongue into the man's hood. He licked out more of the scent that drove him crazy. Then he nibbled on the foreskin. Driving Casey crazy. The boy was better at giving head than anyone he's experienced. Casey wasn't immune to getting head from gay guys. He let it happen more than once in the military. There was always a guy salivating for his cock everywhere he went. But, as much as he wanted to, he never reciprocated. He figured that would be the nail in the coffin for him. To do what they did to him. He never even fucked another guy. It was too gay for him. It would expose him. After getting his cock nice and wet with his mouth and shoving lube up his ass while he sucked, Bash went back up to his dad's lap. Casey just watched everything his son did. While he had an intense look on his face he wasn't showing anger or disgust. If anything he was showing admiration for the boy. Bash took it as a good sign to continue. Bash had his knees to the sides of the father's lap again. Squatting over, but not touching his dad's cock, while he drenched it with lube. Casey didn't move. He just watched. Bash's hole made contact with the head of Casey's cock after he was done lubing them both up. He took a deep breath and pushed down as he held the throbbing shaft with his left hand. Aiming it to penetrate him. Casey sucked in his breath as his son took his cock into his most private area. He couldn't believe that he allowed this to happen. But if it was going to happen then who better than the person he adored the most in this world. Everything he's done in his life what was a bit of incest thrown in? As Bash sank down, taking the cock like it was nothing, he moaned out. Whimpered really. Still looking his dad right in the eyes. Once he bottomed out he settled there for a moment. Becoming accustomed to the biggest cock he had ever taken. His Dad's cock. He leaned over and planted his mouth over his father's left pit. He tongued and sucked it at the same time. Rejoicing in the raw flavors of musk and masculinity. Casey moaned a bit himself. The sensations, all new to him, were exposing the real Casey. The one he locked up for so long. Would he allow himself to be honest. Being honest with himself and his son. "Son, fuck! I'm not sure.....uggh....I'll be able to leave you alone.....hmm, after this." Casey admitted. Bash lifted up his head off of his father's pit and said, "Then don't.", while he looked him straight in the eye. "Oh fuck!" Casey put his arms down grabbing Bash by the waist. Bash grabbed onto Casey's biceps. "Going to wreck you son. Going to own your fucking hole man. That what you want?" The intensity in his eyes ramped up. Bash was almost scared again. But not scared of the fear of rejection any longer. He was afraid of his dad actually wrecking his hole too much. But he knew better. He finally moaned out, "Fuck yes!", and then Casey started to pile drive him, lifting his hips up into his boy, while holding his hips down. "Fuck boy. You've awoken something in me. Your cunt belongs to me. Get fucking Jordy over here so I can nut in you after he does. We'll take turns on you. That what you want. Be daddy's slut?" he was slamming Bash down on his cock. Over and over again. All his muscles had veins popping out. Casey's eyes bulged out of their sockets. "Oh fuck dad, fuck....fuck me. Fuck so good." Bash moaned. "Yeah. My good little slut. Gonna give it up for me? Give me your cunt when I want it? I can go for a while, boy." Casey's breath was ragged. He was almost growling at the boy. "Let me and your boyfriend take turns on you. Be our bitch?" "Yes sir, oh fuck...yes sir..." Bash would agree to anything. "You.....Jordy....oh fuck....yes sir" "May have to fuck your boyfriend. Punish him for having you first. Fucking asshole. I'll use both you fuckers." Casey was sort of on the edge. He was going to nut into his boy for the first time. But not yet. He was going to control it. This was all too good to be over quickly. He put his conflictions on the back burner for right now. He wanted this. Raw taboo sex. He was made for it. "Yes sir. Whatever you want." Bash said. "Is Jordy in town?" Casey asked. "Yes sir. He's trying to get the house finished up. Uggh...fuck. So he....can...oh my god...sell it." Bash said as the huge cock touched him deep. "Where's your phone?" Casey asked. "In my room. Why sir?" Bash asked. Casey pushed himself up with Bash still impaled on his cock. Then he walked to the kids room. Bash was confused but was just glad he was still on his dad's cock. He put his arms around Casey's neck for support while Casey held his ass in place. They got to the room and Casey laid Bash on his back while he was still inside of him. Missionary style. Then he grabbed Bash's phone off the side table and gave it to Bash, "Call him. Tell him to come over. Just to come in. I want to meet him." Bash got a fear in his eye but Casey comforted him. "It's ok. I'm not going to hurt him. Unless he likes a little pain." Casey smirked. Bash knew it was ok now. There was no anger in his dad's eyes. Just lust. But he didn't know how Jordy would feel about his dad's cock inside of him. He did share with Jordy his fantasies of his dad. It usually got Jordy all hot and bothered wanting to fuck him right away. Bash pressed Jordy's contact and the phone rang. "On speaker son". Bash put it on speaker while Casey long dicked him slowly. Jordy answered, "Hey babe. How'd you know I was thinking of you?" "I was just hoping. What are you doing?" Bash asked. "Not much. Just taking a break from building the deck. Came in and dropped my shorts. Sitting on the couch drinking water and playing with my balls. Wishing you were playing with them. I think you'd like today's aroma. When can I see you again?" Jordy asked, sounding hopeful. "Can you come over here? Now?" Bash spit out. "What about your dad, man? He there?" Jordy asked, "Your mom said he'd kill me." "No he won't. He knows. Wants to meet you. I swear it's all good." Bash said, and then for good measure, "He knows all about me and is fine with it. Fine about you. Come meet him." "Well if you're sure. Um, I stink, I guess I'll get into the shower..." Jordy began. "NO!" Casey and Bash said at the same time. Then Casey said, "Just put your shorts on boy, or not and come over. Just as you are." "Fuck! Is that your dad? What is going on Bash?" Jordy was on alert. "Just come over and come in. We're in my room. I think you'll like it. The front door is unlocked. Come straight in. Please." Then Bash said, "Dad's scent is strong today. You'll like it." A bulb went off in Jordy's head, "Oh fuck. You mean...." "Just come over." and Bash hung up. Then he looked up at Casey, "It's only five minutes from here." "Turns you on knowing your boyfriend is going to walk in on you being a slut for your daddy, doesn't it boy?" he said before he pulled almost all the way out and then slammed into him again. "Oh fuck! Yes!" Bash took the assault. They soon shifted positions. Casey pulled out and put Bash on his side facing the door. He went behind him and lifted Bash's leg. Lewdly displaying his cock going in and out of the boy's hole. Fulfilling the deepest needs of his exhibition tendencies. Just as they settled into this position they heard the front door open and close. Jordy quietly made his way down the short hallway to Bash's room. He came around into the doorway and stopped in his tracks. First a look of shock crossed his face and then a lustful smirk. Casey looked straight at the boy. Pulling Bash's leg up higher so that he could get the full effect. Jordy was wearing some worn out, low hanging board shorts with no shirt. The shorts had worn spots that were threadbare. He had on a few Bohemian type bracelets and anklets. Bare feet. Long sweaty hair parted in the middle. He looks like Travis Fimmel did in the Vikings but with darker hair. Fuck. He was just a kid. A sexy fucking kid. But just a kid. Couldn't be more than 5'10". Perfect flat abs and nice toned arms and chest. Casey could see what his son saw in the boy. Adding a bit more shock into the mix Casey said in his deep voice, "So I hear you fucked my wife and my kid." Jordy faltered for a moment with fear and then recovered. The dude was fucking his kid in front of him so he was pretty sure he wasn't going to get killed. "Just the kid. Couldn't get it up for the wife sir." he dead panned. His face still looked a bit anxious but he wasn't scared. Casey grinned at him and said, "Don't blame you bro. Kid has a tighter cunt." then he looked directly into Jordy's eyes, "Since you got to it before I did you're going to have to be my bitch a few times. I'm going to find it necessary to fuck you." "I understand sir." Jordy said as he let his shorts drop, "I wouldn't have it any other way." That day the layers started to peel off of Casey's hidden self. But he wasn't all the way there yet. He knew his paranoid fantasies and the lies from the right were still messing with him. Couldn't shake it off. He's better. A lot better. But he wasn't there yet. He knew "Q" was a cult now. Shay, from the motel, he found out was a fellow Marine. A fucking alpha stud like him. And he was comfortable being gay. He would have to talk to him this visit. Invite him in and let him know his struggles. If Shay is comfortable in his life then maybe he could help Casey become the same. Right then he made the decision, this fifth recon mission was not to prove "Q" right. It was to save himself. Would you like Part Eleven? Write to me! 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