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Chapter Three
The walk back home was quiet.
Once I was finally able to walk semi-normal with the plug rubbing against my prostate I caught up to Brad, who was still silent and fuming.
It may be a lil' fucked to say this but I was glad he wasn't talking. It gave me time to plan.
Ryan knew that Brad and I had messed around today.
I may have been drunk on dick but I still had enough sense to know that he was pissed and would want to fight about it. I also knew that my body was exhausted and didn't want to deal with his bullshit right now. So I started scheming on how I could get up to my room as quickly as possible. If I could lock myself in there I could just wait to deal with him until...
well...
Fuck.
The realization that I wasn't going to be able to wait him out hit me like a pile of bricks. It slowly began to dawn on me that our dad would also probably realize something was up as soon as he got home later and then I'd have a whole new mess to deal with.
I spent so long trapped inside my head that I didn't even realize we were practically home until Brad broke from my side to run ahead.
The fast stomp of his shoes on the gravel got my attention and made me look where he was heading off to. Until I saw Ryan waiting at the end of the driveway, his hands in the air while he yelled in our direction.
"WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU!?"
Brad didn't respond, instead he chose to just run up on him.
They immediately got into each other's faces, as much as they could with the height difference, and were speaking low enough that I couldn't tell what they were saying from how far away I was. All I could do was continue to walk on while watching the two of them like they were a pair of scorpions getting ready to strike each other. Even with how far away I was I could still make out things like the angry shades of red on their faces, or the way Ryan was flexing his hand like he was about to try to swing on Brad.
That got me moving...
And I was barely halfway to them when shit hit the fan.
It started with Brad pulling his phone outta nowhere and then showing Ryan something. Our brother didn't take too kindly to whatever was on the screen because I soon heard his deep drawl yell "FUCK THIS!" before tackling our brother to the ground.
All the exhaustion left my body and I broke out into a full-on run until I got close enough to make out every other word between them.
Thank-fucking-christ that we didn't have any neighbors near us to hear what Ryan yelled next.
"I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL RIP YOUR DICK OFF WITH MY TEETH IF YOU FUCKED HIM! I WAS SUPPOSED TO GET FIRST SHOT AT HIS ASS!"
"I'D LIKE TO SEE YOU TRY YOU LITTLE BITCH! YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO WORK THAT LIMP CLIT BETWEEN YOUR LEGS."
They were now screaming back and forth in each other's faces while they rolled around on the ground. At first it was like they were happy with just grappling each other, but then Ryan decided to throw a punch and suddenly it turned into a fucking UFC match on the lawn.. All that was missing was the sexy shorts all those fighter dudes wear.
Ryan's first hit flew for Brad's face and I was happy when to see it just barely miss connecting with his eye and landed on the side of his head. On the other hand, Brad seemed happy to give Ryan what he was looking for. Once he made sure one of our brother's hands was held down with his own, Brad was able to get a nice elbow to his gut that finally shut Ryan up while they both tried to catch their breath.
Now that I finally had a decent distraction, I backed away from my spot as quietly as I could and made my way over to hide by Ryan's truck. As much as I hated dirt-covered, douchebag mobile of his, I still wanted to be able to see what happened next. Fuck my self-preservation instincts and any idea of running inside... yet. I made sure I was still close enough to the door that I could make a quick escape if I needed to, but for now I was glued to my spot.
It was like I was watching a scene outta one of those nature shows with two big bucks locking antlers or something once they were both ready for round 2.
Ryan had his chest puffed out and wasn't stepping down in the face of our bigger/older brother. Brad wasn't backing down either, and as much as I was pissed at them for not letting me cum for the today, I couldn't help but get off on how hot this was.
They were both covered in decent layer of sweat, but Ryan looked a little extra shiny all over. Whether it was from the heat, the fighting, or the fact that he was still in his uniform from work, I didn't know. But I sure as shit appreciated the fact that today he was wearing an older pair of his grease stained khaki coveralls with the zipper down to just above his crotch. It exposed the slick looking hair that covered his chest and stomach and led down to his dick. If he wasn't acting like such a fucking pendejo I'd ask, maybe even beg, him to head upstairs so I could've taken a sniff.
Brad was still dressed in the same shirt and jean shorts from earlier, but now the once white shirt had green and brown stains on it from the ground. He was usually real careful about his appearance, not in a germaphobe way but in a "I take care of my shit" way. So seeing him dirty was kinda hot..
They wrestled around for a little while longer, trading hits when they could but neither was really doing much damage to the other while I watched. The problem with watching though was that sooner or later I was gonna get noticed, and unfortunately for me it was Ryan who I locked eyes with.
Once he saw me it was like he had a new goal in his mind and Brad was now just a hurdle to jump over to get to me. When I saw that grin of his I knew it was time for me to head inside unless I wanted to deal with whatever he had in store for me... and I had to quickly remind myself that I didn't want to see what it could be. Even if may be fun, something about that look sent goosebumps all over and forced me to start thinking clearly.
Turning on my heel, I was finally gonna head inside and was about to open the door when I heard Brad yell "Calm down idiot!".
Looking back I saw that the two of them had rolled onto the driveway and he had wrapped Ryan into a bear hug that he was struggling to get out of..
Until the recognizable crunch of Dad's tires on the driveways entrance had the three of us looking like deers caught in the highbeams when he pulled up.
Our father stopped short of hitting them but I could tell, even through the windshield and behind the thick bro-y sunglass covering his eyes, that he was thinking about it. Now that I had been forgotten again I finally made my first smart decision all day and snuck inside without anyone noticing.
Once I was safely in the kitchen, I stood near the window and decided to watch as James Newly Sr. got out of his truck, slammed the door shut, and stomped over to Brad and Ryan. He was judge, jury, and executioner for the three of us, and right now he was in executioner mode.
It was funny to see my brothers go from being all aggro to now hanging their heads in shame, but to be fair I'd be worried too with how aggressively Dad was chewing them out. Shit, I couldn't make out what he was saying but I did hear how loudly he was talking. It's stupid but seeing him put my brothers in their place activated that dumb/horny part of my brain.
Dad was a stud, and thanks to having my brothers while still in HS he was always viewed as eye candy for all the moms in the area. I'm sure a coupla the dads too to be honest. It made sense though. Even now with his small-but-growing beer gut, he had a body that would make most guys his age jealous. A body that was currently marching toward the house with my brothers struggling behind him as they tried to plead their cases.
The sun lit him up perfectly, and shone on the blonde fuzz that covered him all over; From the top of the high and tight he wore on his head, to the hair on his legs and arms. Speaking of, I could see them flexing and his biceps tense he pulled the two idiots along. It was forcing the armband of his maroon, lycra polo to stretch tight to accommodate the muscle. The rest of the shirt was pulled almost as snug against Dad's stomach and chest, hugging his round-but-muscular body perfectly.
When he got just a little closer I was able to take a good look at his bottom half, and saw that his bulge was on full display in his white shorts. From the glances I had caught before in the lockerroom, I knew he was hung but these shorts left nothing to the imagination. Part of me wondered what his players thought about his clothes, and the other part knew that I would need to thank Brad later for convincing Dad to give the new 5" inseam workout shorts a shot.
I probably would've continued watching him like a dumbass, if Dad hadn't stopped dead in his tracks about halfway to the door and yelled "Settle" loud enough that I heard it from my spot inside.
His face was red and strained and looked almost as veiny as his forearms. I would be lying if it didn't make my hole clench around the plug and cause a stir in my dick. But I was still thinking somewhat clearly and decided to book it and ran through the house to the top of the stairs before they got any closer.
I had just barely made it when the sound of multiple sets of shuffling feet echoed up towards me until they all finally reached the living room. I sat on the edge and listened with my breath held until he finally started laying into them.
"What the fuck is wrong with you two?!?" Our father barked out, stopping and waiting like he was setting a trap.
It was silent for all of 10 seconds before Ryan walked right into it.
"I-"
"Shut your mouth boy!" Dad yelled, his voice getting gravelly with the order.
I could just imagine Ryan going white in the face at being yelled at by our father like that.
Brad, like always, was the smarter between the two of them. I hadn't heard him say anything, and that seemed to be the right move for now.
"Now I told you what your grandad and I expected of you, didn't I? We had it all planned out and all you two dumbasses had to do was wait. But you couldn't even fucking do that! Could you?" He asked, and when they both (correctly) kept their mouths shut he continued.
"Y'all are a couple of goddamn fools. Ryan, I can expect this kinda stupidity outta you. But Bradley, where the hell was your head at boy? You're supposed to make sure shit like this doesn't happen."
My father's voice had started out rough and mad, but it slowly morphed into pure disappointment before the silence took over again.
I thought I had heard him speak again, but if he was it must've been too low for me to hear. After another few moments I heard my father take a deep sigh before speaking again. This time his voice was just barely loud enough for me to pick up, and I had to strain my ear to listen.
"I don't wanna look at either of y'all right now. Go up to your rooms, get ready for later then wait for me to call you. No talking, no arguing, and if I even think I hear y'all fighting your asses are going to be black and blue before the night's over. Are we clear?"
I heard my brothers call out "Yes sir." in unison, and having just been dismissed they cleared out of the room more quickly and quietly than I had ever seen/heard before.
The sound of two sets of thundering footsteps heading my way made me realize that I had just wasted the perfect chance to sneak away. With how fast my brothers were to follow dad's orders I was still at the top of the staircase when Brad looked up ever so briefly to meet my eyes before hanging his head back down. He brushed past me without another word or glance, heading to his room and closing the door with a click behind him.
I had completely forgotten about Ryan until I felt his hand on my back as he forced me to hunch down so he could whisper in my ear.
"Keep your mouth shut bitch."
He pushed me out of his way and continued to his bedroom. I wanted to tell him to fuck off, but Dad's booming voice was back.
"Jimmy, go wait for me in my office!" He commanded from below.
I could damn near feel the exasperation in his voice. The anger was gone when he called for me and I could just imagine how he was probably rubbing his temples in that familiar way of his from the stress of what he came home to. I felt two inches tall as I walked down the stairs and past the living room. Ya know when you can feel someone watching you? I could tell he was staring at me know and waiting to see if I'd look his way. Instead, I just kept on going and hoped that he wouldn't stop me as I moved towards his area of the house.
When he didn't say anything, I unclenched my jaw just enough to breath. I wasn't ready to talk just yet, and had no idea what I'd say if he pressed me on anything.
My mind was a mess, especially with my filled hole still distracting me. The plug's ribbed head continued to rub along my prostate while I passed by the few family pictures that hung on the walls. It was like I could feel the pictures stare at me as I tried to find a way to get comfortable with it inside me. I regretted not going up to my bedroom immediately and taking it out when I had the chance.
Talking to dad while being fucked by a butt plug sounded like a nightmare right now, though at any other time this probably would've been a really good dream.
Pushing the constant pressure in my hole to the back of my mind as I entered his office was a challenge, so I tried to force myself to focus on literally anything else. My eyes darted all over trying to find anything that could keep my attention.
The steel gray color of the walls.
His oversized wood desk.
How two of the walls had shelves that were filled up.
I wasn't in here that often so I started looking through the shelving units to see what Dad had collected.
A signed Houston Oilers ball was in a case. Next to it started some of his book collection, and I saw it ranged from gun maintenance manuals to those cheesy spy novels he would always grab on vacation and never finish.
I had just about forgotten the plug when something caught my attention. At various spots on the shelves I noticed that there were new silver frames.
Heading over to one, I took it in my hand. The frame itself was simple and sturdy in my hands, but I was more concerned with what it was holding. Inside was a picture I hadn't seen in a long time. In it I was young. Maybe 7 or so, but standing next to me was my Dad, back before the wrinkles around his eyes started coming in and he was still just "Coach" to me. The woman who gave birth to me stood to my other side, a forced smile on her face with her wrapped arm wrapped tight around him. You would think that she would've focused on me since the pictures were for my junior football team, but even back then I knew that she wasn't there for me. She wanted to see what the new guy in town with a stable job could offer her.
I hated her for that, and when I felt myself getting angry I finally put the frame down and walked over to another frame on the shelf.
The set of pictures inside brought me back to when I was officially adopted into the family and much happier memories from that day.
The four of us were standing in front of the courthouse in our Sunday best. Dad was in a full suit and tie, and looked especially handsome with his freshly cut hair and his tailored clothes. The three of us on the other hand were dressed in button ups, ties, and slacks like a group of door to door missionaries.
I was only a few years older than I had been in the first pic and didn't look much different, while Ryan was caught in that awkward stage between kid and teen, and Brad had already started putting on muscle from football. Pop joined us in the second pic, dressed in his version of nice clothes with a plaid, long sleeve shirt that wasn't too and crisp dark blue jeans.
After the pictures were taken all 5 of us went back home, and while Pop started grilling our celebration dinner, my father and brothers took me upstairs to show me how the had fixed up the attic to make space for me. I had been living with them for just under a year at that point and had spent most of that time sleeping on the couch or in a sleeping bag in either Ryan or Brad's rooms. I didn't mind, especially having grown up in tight living conditions without my own bedroom.
I was the happiest boy in all of Texas at that point. My `mom' was gone, and left no way to get a hold of her. She left me in the care of one of the few adults I knew that didn't suck, and I now had a real family and my own space.
Smiling as I sat the pictures back in their place, I decided to ignore the other frames scattered around the shelves and turned back to Dad's desk. Only, there was one last picture resting on the top of the large oak slab.
Letting my curiosity get the better of me, I stepped over to it and reached to flip it over. There sat the 5 of us again, though this was the most recent out of all of them since this was taken only a couple months ago when Pop had us on the farm.
We were sat around one of those plastic party tables, and the table itself was filled with enough meat and beer to feed a small army. I was in between Dad and Pop, who had his arm extended enough to get everyone in frame. They were both shirtless, their chests and stomachs on full display, and they both looked sunburnt to all hell with Ryan and Brad not that far behind.
We had spent the full day helping Pop. Between clearing out the barn, patching up the chicken coop, and all the other work my grandad had been saving for us, we were exhausted by the end of day. You could see just how tired I was from the look on my face. I wasn't used to using my muscles like that, and I remember being happily sore for a week after.
I was just about to set the frame down when Dad surprised me and came into the room.
Embarrassed by my snooping, I put it down quickly and went to sit in one of the chairs opposite his side of the desk. Gripping the fraying edges of my shorts, I tried to keep cool. I wasn't a perfect kid growing up by any stretch of the imagination, but I will say that my dad had to spend significantly less time disciplining me than he did my brothers. So I wasn't used to the awkward feeling of my father burning holes into me with his stare.
I was struggling to not look as guilty as I felt but I was sure he knew something was up. The sweat started forming on my forehead and began trickling down before he even moved to stand behind his desk.
I waited for him to speak but was still surprised by what he eventually said.
"How's your birthday been so far son?" He asked, his voice sounding genuinely curious.
Risking it all to see if he was serious, I peered up and finally met his stare for the first time today.
That was the biggest mistake of all.
I looked into those ice-blue eyes of his and immediately felt the last bits of my resolve die. I had never been able to lie to him before, and I knew at that moment I wasn't going to start today. So I stumbled over my words, trying to figure something out on the spot.
"It's been good.. I had a shower this morning then went back to bed.. then Brad and I went and hung out down by the field. We came home and then...well you came home..."
My words were slow and came out of my mouth at a snail's pace. I wasn't sure what to say next so I started rubbing my hands together nervously as I waited for him to respond.
It wasn't technically a lie so my gut didn't twist up as much as I thought it would've.
"...Sounds like you had a busy day bud, but do you happen to know what's got your brothers acting like jackassees?" Dad questioned after a few more moments of silence, his tone telling me that he knew there was more to what I was saying.
Swallowing down my spit, I could feel my palms start to get sticky with sweat as I tried to come up with an answer that could get me out of here. I opened and closed my mouth a few dozen times, and I could see the patience leaving him until he finally cut in.
"Alright son, if you're not gonna give me answers I'm gonna get your brothers and all 3 of you can answer me at the same time."
I jumped out of my chair and stopped him before he could move at the thought of dealing with this and my brothers right now.
"Wait! 'm sorry! I'll tell you what's going on, I just.. I need to get my thoughts right."
My eyes were glued to my feet as I tried to figure out how to start. My pits and back started to dampen. The a/c wasn't blowing hard enough to help me out right now. I had to make up my mind. Tell dad the truth and risk probably getting thrown out, or lie and deal with the fallout from that.
I still hadn't made up my mind when Dad clapped his hands together to get me to focus in on him and spoke again.
"Jimmy, you know I don't like repeating myself so I'm only gonna ask one more time. What happened?"
Looking my father head on, I knew I was fucked either way. He was standing back and waiting for me to say something with his arms crossed in front of him. I don't know if it was the no-nonsense look that got me, or the fact that even with the stern look on his face I was kinda turned on, but I could feel the wires in my brain get even more screwed up. Knowing that I couldn't lie to him, I could feel the words lumping together in my throat until they finally came out.
"I.. uh... wanna tell you that I didn't plan on any of this happening.. But I didn't stop any of it either... I wasn't lying when I told you about my day. I just... left a few details out. Like when I was in the shower this morning, I was barely in there for a few minutes before Ryan barged in the bathroom and started taking a piss. I tried to leave the bathroom, but he uhm... stopped me.. and then we uh.. then he.. and I.. we uh.." I stumbled before I finally accepted that there was no way out of here that didn't end with me telling him exactly what happened. So I groaned out "fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck" before I made myself keep on going.
"I sucked Ryan's dick." I said almost solemnly, like I was begging for forgiveness. "He offered and I took him up on it. We did some other stuff too before I went back to bed. Then Brad woke me up, dragged me outside and we... well we fucked around too. Then Ryan got mad and demanded that we come home, and when we got here they immediately started fighting. That's all I know."
I tried to be as vague as possible, not bringing up just how much my brothers and I messed around. The truth didn't come easy, and my lips started going dry the minute I stopped. I could feel myself become hyper aware as I waited for the yelling I was sure was about to get started.
Screaming was something I wasn't used to hearing anymore after leaving her home, but I expected it now. Honestly, I would've taken him grabbing me by the scruff of my neck like he did with my brothers.
Anything would've been better than the eerily calm voice he had when he finally did speak to me.
"Jimmy, I want you to wait in your room till I call for you."
His voice was notably distant sounding even with how close we were. When I realized he had nothing else to say I obeyed without a word.
Getting up from my chair, I left his office, sped down the hallway, and climbed both sets of stairs without stopping. For the briefest of moments I considered running out the front door but I had a few hundred bucks saved that I needed to grab first. Plus if I was gonna get thrown out, I'd need clothes and stuff too... and I really fucking needed to get this plug outta me.
Once I was sure that no one was going to come up after me, I triple checked that the door was closed and then stripped down as fast as I could. Once my shorts were off I slipped out of the thong and pulled the plug out, a shudder going through me at the `pop-squelch' noise it made. Without even looking at it, I threw it so that it fell onto one of my old towels lying on the floor.
My hole felt strangely empty without it, but I didn't give myself much time to focus on that before I started looking for my old backpack to start packing. I tried to grab a bit of everything at first, shirts, pants, shorts, underwear, socks, but when I realized that I didn't have any room left, I started fighting with myself on what stayed and what came. I ended up dumping everything out and repacking close to a dozen times before I was fine with my choices. With what little room was left I fit in a couple smaller books, my beat up laptop, and a few other things I knew I would need.
With that done I grabbed some of the clothes from the floor and got dressed. I put no thought into what I was wearing aside from making sure it wasn't too warm that it'd make me sweat while I walked through the night. My mind decided that it wanted to sit in the growing feeling of dread inside me. Shit, the entire time I was working I was 2 steps away from losing it, and when I was finally able to sit it all came down.
Crashing onto my bed, I grabbed a pillow and pulled it close to me. I tried to deal with the fact that I was about to lose the only home I'd known for the past 13 years. There were no backup options for me. Pop wasn't going to want anything to do with me after Dad got done talking with him. Shit, I couldn't even turn to her. When she split, she wanted nothing to do with me and made sure I had no way of finding her or her family.
I dunno how long I spent sitting on my bed staring at nothing, but the sky had turned that bluish purple shade before the sun went down when I finally came back to earth. Dad still hadn't called for me and I got more and more nervous as it got darker. I was torn between trying to sneak past my brother's rooms and out of the house or just waiting for the official `get the fuck out of my house' speech I knew was coming.
The fact that I can't make a decision fucked me over for the umpteenth time today, and right when I decided to try and sneak out I felt a vibration in my pocket.
Remembering my phone for the first time in a while, I reached inside and felt my stomach flip when Dad's name showed up on my screen. Opening the text I saw what I had been waiting for.
"Come downstairs."
Not wanting to prolong the inevitable, I grabbed my backpack and started my march to the living room. I thought I heard Ryan and Brad's bedroom doors crack open when I passed by them but I didn't stop to check. I felt like I'd be sick if I stalled for too much longer so I was constantly moving until I finally reached the entryway. Looking into the living room, I saw dad sitting in his normal spot on the couch.. waiting for me.
"Going somewhere?" He questioned, a lighter tone to his voice.
I didn't answer. Instead I chose to drop my bag by the door and then stood waiting in the opening to the living room.
"Shit son, I know you have a.." he thought for a moment before motioning with a hand in the air "a tendency to be dramatic but didja really think I was gonna throw you out?"
He sighed and then patted the spot next to him, motioning for me to join him. Pins and needles ran through every inch of me as I forced my body to do as he asked. Though I still sat as far away from him on the couch as possible.
Letting out another deep exhale, Dad turned to face me and I could feel him trying to figure out exactly what he was going to say. But nothing would've prepared me for what came out of his mouth next.
"You always surprise me, son. I never expected ya' to be as big a perv as your old man."
The... proud(?) tone to his voice had me even more confused than I already was. That must've shown on my face because when I didn't say anything Dad took the lead and continued talking. While doing so he pulled his tablet out from behind him, opened it up and started scrolling.
"Your brothers were a lot more anxious about getting started. Fuck, I still remember how nervous Brad was about taking my dick for the first time. He squealed like a stuck pig but by the time I was shooting my load, you best believe your brother was begging for more. Same with Ryan. Trying to act like he was a big man, and I had to put a stop to all that nonsense."
Turning his tablet my way, I saw something that instantly broke me out of the doom spiraling going on inside me.
Brad was on his hands and knees, drenched in sweat, with his tongue lolling out of his mouth. Dad was behind him, hand around his neck and pulling it back while he fucked my brother. A cigar was planted firmly in his mouth and added a light haze to the picture.
Swiping to the left, I was then welcomed with the sight of Ryan holding his legs up in the air with his hole exposed. It looked puffy, raw, and well used. A slight trickle of cum was already trying to leak outta him, and the sight of my big, bad brother bitched out but mad in the face left me rock hard.
"Gotta say, I'm glad that we can finally bring ya into the fold Jimmy. It was too much work to keep all this a secret. Looks like you're excited to be joining us too." He said before placing his hand on my tented bulge and leaving it there.
At this point I was scared and horny, but mostly fed up.
So I jumped up and just let it out.
"What the fuck is going on? First it was Ryan, and that was already fucking bad enough with him keeping me on his dick until I nutchecked him. Then he decided to get all rough and spanked me until I was begging for it, which was a goddamn head trip I'm still trying to figure out." I started while staring at my speechless father from his spot on the couch. I wasn't done yet though, so I kept on powering through after gathering air. "Then Brad wakes me up again, drags me out the house when all I wanna do is spend today jerking off or sleeping, and we got into some fucked up incest muscle worship outdoors before he jerks off into my hole and makes me wear a plug to keep it inside. Now after spending all day freaking out and thinking I'm gonna be out on my ass, you're telling me that you've all been fucking around behind my back?!?"
Once all the heavy emotion was gone from me I realized that I had just yelled at my father and immediately felt my soul leave my body. Staring at him I saw a man who was way too fucking calm for what just happened. And then the laughing started. It was a deep belly laugh, and when I looked his way my father's head was thrown back as he clutched his sides.
I started to feel my face get red with embarrassment the longer he laughed. When Dad did eventually calm down, he was still smiling at me and I was sure he must've lost it.
"C'mere son." He said, using his long reach to grab my arm and pull me into his grasp. His arms wrapped around me like a warm blanket and he held me close to his chest.
I suddenly became aware of everything. The beating of his heart, the smell of the hair that covered his chest pressing against my face, and most importantly his hard cock pushing against my ass as I settled against him. His hold on me was tight but not too much so until he started talking.
"Alright Jimmy, I'm gonna give ya the free pass cause it's your birthday and it sounds like your brothers put you through the ringer. But I swear boy, if you ever raise your voice like that to me again, I'll blister your ass and then let your brothers take over and give ya a few whacks. Understand?"
I nodded my head quickly and said "yes sir" which got me a throb from his dick.
"Good boy. Now you're gonna sit still and listen to me, and if you're good we'll get the night properly started after I'm done." Dad said while snaking his hand down to my crotch and giving it a good squeeze. I was eager to see what he meant so I just nestled myself against him while angling my bulge into his hand while he resumed teasing me.
It was a lot easier to just chill out and enjoy the ride instead of questioning everything. I was so relaxed that I didn't even bat my eye at what my dad said next.
"You know, it's funny Jimmy. Outta the three of y'all, you're the only one who reacted like I did when Pop told me about him and your uncle. I couldn't believe what he was saying and told him as much before I pushed him to the floor. You know what that old bastard did? He brought me down with him, grabbed me by the balls, and shoved his tongue down my throat. Started frenching and groping me like we were horny teens until I begged for more from him."
The more Dad told me about his first time with Pop the more I was ready to burst at the seams. His touch had gotten rougher but I only pressed harder into his hand.
"Then your uncle came out after watching us from the house and we fucked all day and night til we couldn't go anymore. Reminds me a lot of this." Dad said, surprising me by turning on the TV where a video I was very familiar with was already playing.
On the screen was my favorite `daddy/son' porno. The top was a beefy, bullish looking white guy with a bald head, thick salt and pepper beard, and a fat dick that he was currently slapping in his hand. A latino dude around my age was currently on his knees with his tongue out while tugging on his chest. Dad's own hand soon found my nipple and I had a harder time focusing while he spoke.
"You really needa get better about hiding your porn son. It was like ya left it right out in the open for me." He stopped briefly to let what he was saying sink into me and my eyes grew wide with realization.
He'd seen my porn collection.
The `fauxcest' videos I watched over and over again... all the kinky stories I read online... the pics I had saved from the few BDSM websites I loved...He probably knew about it all.
This morning that probably sent me spiraling.
Shit, I probably would've freaked out 10 minutes ago.
But now all I wanted to ask was if he had a favorite from my collection. Instead I stayed quiet and waited for him to say more while riding the feeling of my father's hands groping me.
"I've seen your dirtiest fantasies son, and now we're gonna make some of `em come true."
With that Dad directed my face so that our lips were now pressed together in a kiss. His tongue pried my lips open and filled my mouth so our tongues could wrestle. I moaned involuntarily and turned so that we were able to reach each other more easily.
We kissed hungrily. I was actively humping my fathers hand and tried to get myself off through the layers while my father grinded into me even harder. We only stopped kissing to remove our shirts, and once they were both tossed to the floor I fell into that nice place of letting Dad take the lead.
He kissed me hard and played with my body in a way that Brad and Ryan could only hope to reach one day. My chest was on fire from the constant groping but I would've gone crazy if he removed his hands from my tits.
"You've been begging for this for a while Jimmy and now I think that you're finally ready."
Dad's voice was a gruff whisper in my ear, catching me off guard as he lifted me up with no effort until we were both standing. His lips never left mine, and one hand was permanently glued to my tits it seemed. The other worked quickly to pull both of our bottoms off.
My father's freed cock was now slapping against my ass as it wagged like a dog's tail. He had given my own prick a few good tugs before pulling us both back down to the couch. His member was nestled comfortably in my crack now and I immediately resumed my grinding. He gave the side of my ass a playful slap when I did so before using his palm to now lightly graze my painfully hard cockhead without putting too much pressure.
"Tell me what you want." He asked quietly into our kiss, urging me on by finally wrapping his grip around my dick.
I answered instantly.
"Fuck me Dad. Please fuck me." I begged pathetically.
It was like I needed him inside me right that moment or I would implode.
There was no more talking after that. Dad lifted me again, this time pushing me over the coffee table so that my ass was fully exposed to him. My stomach rested against the cool wood, and I grunted as I felt my cheeks being spread and my father's lubed fingers pressing into me. My hole was still semi-loose from the afternoon and he entered me easily. Though two of his thick digits were wide enough to fill me up just as much as the plug... and when he started twisting and arching them to hit my prostate I was a mess. There was no way I could take that much longer of this, but Dad had other plans for me.
My ass was high in the air but my dick was pointing towards the ground where I was sure a small pool was starting to form from leaking precum like a broken faucet. Looking behind me I was happy to see that my father was lubing himself up, stroking his hard cock slowly to make sure every inch was covered. He removed his fingers and squirted more lube on them before fucking them back inside me.
I was more than ready at this point and had to say as much.
"I can't handle much more Dad. I need you in me right now."
"You sure you wanna jump right into this son? I thought I'd-" and at that point I cut my father off. I didn't mean to whine but I was done waiting.
"C'mon already Dad! ...Please.. Sir?"
I heard his sexy chuckle again and then I finally got what I had been waiting for. From the gropes, grinds, and glances that I took of his dick I knew I was in for a wild time.
His head felt like a fucking plum as he pushed it against my hole, his equally wide shaft not far behind when he finally plunged in. I just about cried when he got inside me from how it hurt so good. His dick was bigger than I had already been stretched out with, and he didn't give me much time to settle before his hands were on my hips and easing me further back onto him. I had no way of knowing exactly how long he was but I already felt stuffed when he whispered "`m not even halfway in yet" while taking a break to nip at my neck. When he pushed even further in I choked a bit, a slight change in the width of his shaft near the base catching me off guard before he finally bottomed out.
The coffee table was strong enough to hold me, but I was shocked that it managed to stay strong under the weight of both of us. With his dick now fully inside me Dad had rested his hands on either side of my head before slowly lowering himself so that his small belly rested on my back. The sweat forming on him dripped down on me and I was suddenly extra grateful for the house's lack of consistent A/C, especially when our sweaty skin connected while my father let me take a breather and adjust.
The scent of our sweaty bodies filled my nose as I lay there and took in how I felt fuller than I ever had before.
It was exactly what I needed.
No more bullshit or fluff. Just the two of us. Him fucking me while I took my first dick and loved every inch of it.
"That's my boy! Take all your daddy's meat!" He groaned out as he started to slowly fuck me.
My toes curled as I tried to get used to the motion.
I was quickly learning that there's a big difference between bending myself up to slowly fuck myself with a dildo the size of my dick versus having another grown man's weight on top of me as he fucked me with what felt like a baseball bat.
I wasn't complaining though, in fact I decided to reach back and pull my cheeks open wide enough that dad was able to drive his dick even deeper in me. He chuckled from above before leaning down to roughly kiss the back of my neck and ears, biting the tender bits of flesh all over where he could.
I twisted my head as best I could, my father grabbing my chin and locking our lips together while never stopping his slow fuck. He only pulled away from our kissing to whisper vulgar shit in my ear that made me start thrusting backwards to meet his movements.
"You like being your daddy's dickditch boy? That's right, keep on massaging me with your hole!" Dad growled while plunging in and out even quicker.
"Fuck me harder Dad!" I begged back, arching my ass to meet him. Clenching like he ordered, I could feel his head knocking against my prostate and it sent vibrations throughout me. That or it was his low hangers knocking against my own that was driving me crazy.
His voice rumbled deep inside him as he picked up speed.
His thrusts were not patient anymore. There was no more giving me time to catch my breath.
Dad was screwing me like a cheap whore at this point and it was what I needed.
While pummeling my hole, I felt his hands start to roam across and over me like I was his stim toy or something.
One minute he was plucking my nipple and the next he was smacking my ass on either side until I was begging for mercy.
When his hands got tired of that he let his palm run from my ass to the back of my thigh before finally landing on the back of my nutsack. He paused only for a minute, breaking my concentration on his dick when I felt the rough caressing turn into a light slap. Almost a pat really, but enough to send me jumping off his dick. Dad was ready though, holding me in place while he continued his love taps.
He fucked me like that on and off for a long goddamn time, sometimes only thrusting and pressing it to the hilt inside me before we made out again.
The haze in my brain grew stronger and stronger until he finally ordered me on my back.
I flipped over as quickly as I could, my body groaning as I tried to keep his dick from sliding out of me entirely. I could feel his cock pull back to the bottom of the head as I laid back down on the coffee table. Once my legs were held up on his shoulders Dad made sure to shove it back in with one quick thrust, shocking the breath of me again. He smirked, reminding me way too much of Ryan as he got cockier with his fucking. My father was openly flexing above me now while never stopping his rut. He started with lifting his arms into a flex that showed off how his biceps still looked as ripped as they did when he was my age. Fixing his posture and leaning down, Dad presented his muscles for me.
His large pecs bounced lazily inches from my face, drawing me in until I buried my nose in the crevice between his muscles. His skin was soon covered in a good mix of my spit and his sweat as much as I tried to lap it up when it formed. I could hear a small rumble in his chest before a laugh came out of his mouth as he pushed me to one of his nipples.
"You like your old man's tits, huh?" Dad asked before making his chest dance up and down again while my mouth continued to suck.
I grunted in the affirmative, too focused on what I was doing to give a proper answer. Dad chuckled again, this time slapping my ass and making my hole clench down around him. We both shuddered at that moment, our eyes meeting once before Dad grinned and started to pump faster than I thought he could.
It was like he was piston-fucking me, slamming in and out with as much force as he could muster. I just moaned against his chest, my dick rubbing against him and bringing me dangerously close to the edge.
"Oh fuck Dad, I'm getting close!" I yelled out, pulling my head way from his tits only briefly to make the announcement. I tried to reattach myself to them immediately after, but he grabbed me by the neck again and mashed our lips together.
His eyes were slightly open, watching me as his tongue reinvaded my mouth. Wrestling, just a lil' bit, with my own for dominance. Once he won my father pulled back just enough to pull at my bottom lip with his teeth. I groaned deeply, squeezing and massaging his rod again at the new rough treatment. Dad finally released my lip to curse out `Oh fuck Jimmy' in a deep rumble in my ear before smacking a hand down on my cheek and lifting me up.
I jumped up slightly at the surprise of being lifted before I was re-impaled on him. I couldn't remember the last time he had picked me up, but I know for sure it was never anything like this.
Once he was sure I was secure in his grip, Dad and I started working together to finish the other off. His pounding had gotten loud enough to reverberate throughout the entire room. It mixed perfectly with the sound of us both panting in between the noises of us making out.
Our hard work paid off soon after, I could feel him getting jerkier before he finally pushed himself all the way inside of me and started cumming.
"OH FUCK SON!" He called out, breaking the kiss and letting his head arch back as he made sure his cum was now lodged deep inside me.
I could feel his head pull back and rub against my prostate again, finally taking me past the point of no return. After a day full of being jerked around to the brink of release, my poor balls were grateful to finally shoot their load as well.
My own orgasm was less loud than my father's but felt just as intense. My cum shot between our stomachs, my belly and his small gut rubbing the cum between us and giving my cock enough lube to fuck between. When he realized this, Dad grinded down on me playfully as he started to come down from his orgasm. It was a perfect sorta torture, and made my cock stay hard as it oozed out the last bits of my load.
We stayed connected like this for a few more moments before he turned and placed me back down on the couch. I kept eye contact with him as Dad removed his now softened cock from my hole and immediately dropped to his knees. With his cum now coating my insides, he surprised me by reaching for my cheeks and pulling them apart. I could feel the load starting to trickle out of me and down my taint before his tongue started lapping at where the cum had fallen on my sweaty nutsack. Trailing his tongue's movements up, my father cleared my skin of his spunk before reaching my hole.
When he did start lapping at my opening and digging out of all of his cum my dick started stirring back to life. Dad pawed at it playfully while continuing to french my hole and suck out his seed. I was a groaning puddle from my spot on the couch.
When he came up and motioned for me to open my mouth there was no hesitation before doing as he commanded. I expected to be grossed out or something by the feeling of our combined loads and his spit sliding down my tongue. But instead I just accepted it without a thought, taking the cum and swallowing it like the slut I felt like.
"All ready to go for round two son?" Dad asked while he circled his fingers over my cummy cockhead. If I wasn't already lying on my back I would've fell over from how good his hand felt.
"Can you blame me?" I joked back, smiling as his teasing turned into slowly jerking me again.
"Well I could getcha off again now... or we could grab your brothers and fuck with their heads a little bit. Whataya think?"
My dick jerked in his hand and answered for me when he mentioned bringing Ryan and Brad into the mix. I nodded my head eagerly and muttered "yes please" quickly before getting up from the sofa and stretching my arms and legs. Dad smacked my ass as I stood, surprising me and making me yelp. Giving him a look up and down, I saw a dribble of precum dangling from his soft cock. I leaned down quickly and licked it from his slit before there was any chance of it falling to the floor.
"That's my boy! Never let a drop go to waste."
I was happy as a pig in shit from his praise. Looking at Dad I was gonna ask what he had in mind until he beat me to punch.
"Why don't you get on your knees and stay over here next to me for this next part Jimmy?" Dad ask/ordered. I complied without asking what he had planned and knelt next to him before looking up.
Dad held his fingers to his lips and motioned for me to be quiet before fixing a scowl on his face, changing his posture and puffing his chest out, and started yelling towards the stairs.
"BRADLEY CHRISTIAN NEWLY AND RYAN JOSEPH NEWLY GET YOUR ASSES DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!" He bellowed, calling for my brothers and sending a shiver down my spine.
The rumble of their feet was quick to come out of their rooms and down the stairs. Until it got creepily silent again when they stood at the entryway and stopped to gape at dad and me. I looked up and met their stares, Brad's shocked while Ryan looked more like a good mix of annoyed and surprised. I had to hold back a smirk. I didn't know what our father had planned but I knew that the two of them were in for it.
Hey y'all,
TXE here and I wanted to let you know that I'll be taking a break for the next coupla weeks to get chapters 4 and 5 finished. I should be back in mid-July with Chapter 4.