Liam and jim settled into a routine. The hours for the fencing studio had been 12-8 before Liam had trapped jim into being his bottom, and after a few weeks where jim would go into the studio as early as 9, get things back in order, and perhaps give a couple of lessons, the regular time schedule resumed. All of his former clients returned, which gave jim reason to smile. His muscles - at least the muscles he used in fencing - were rusty, and it took some time for his 60 plus year old body to get back into the swing of things.
The muscles that were getting plenty of exercise were whatever muscles he used for sex. Liam was RAVENOUS. It seemed sometimes that he couldn't get enough of jim. Getting out of his grip in the mornings was always a challenge: Liam didn't want to let him go. They had sex at least once a day, and usually a few times on the weekend. Liam had "introduced" jim to the fine points of oral sex, but for the most part, he took jim's ass. There were "games" most days that might lead to sex, but usually, "roleplay" happened independently of sex.
jim had come to not even need his watch at the end of the day. He'd just look up and Liam would be standing in the door, smiling. He was always wearing his white button down, his worn jeans, and his black leather jacket, his hands thrust into his jeans pocket. More than one mother, waiting to pick up her child, would ask
"Jim, who's the hunk? Is he available? " jim would smile wryly.
"That's my friend Liam, and he's in a relationship." After the clients would leave, Liam would smile as he'd put his arm around jim, either his shoulders or his middle, or sometimes, if he felt especially frisky, he'd put his hand on jim's ass and whisper "mine," before he laughed. Liam knew that jim wasn't accepting this 100%, but he was working on him.
A big step toward jim coming to terms with things happened one night when Liam was NOT at the entrance waiting for him.
"Must've been traffic," jim thought, knowing that if Liam didn't pick him up, he'd have to find some other way to get back home. He went back to the dressing area to get changed. When he turned around, there was Liam: he had been standing there, watching jim change. jim blushed to his roots. Liam's smile was a little different than it was most evenings.
"GOD, you're so fucking hot, big jim." Liam began to walk toward him. "I don't think we can leave unless I get a real, SERIOUS kiss from you, right now." "Liam, there are windows.. People could....OOOF"" Liam had trapped jim against the wall, and he pinned his wrists there. "And if they see, who cares? Now they'll know we're more than friends, and who my relationship is." He pushed his lips against jim's. They felt soft, and jim opened his mouth to Liam's tongue.
As Liam got to work, and jim began to moan, jim was thinking about his past relationships and "dates." No one had ever been "into him" the way Liam was. He wanted sex all the time. And he WANTED it: jim knew because Liam was almost constantly hard. The thing was: so was jim. He couldn't remember ever wanting a woman as much as Liam wanted him, and some of that lust was rubbing off on him. It had been about 3 months since his first sex with Liam, and while he wasn't as hard as Liam, as often as Liam, the kiss he was getting was exciting him, the same way Liam playing with his balls, or his nipples, or his neck did. Liam had him pinned against the wall, but he didn't need to: jim wasn't going to go anywhere. Liam broke off the kiss. His voice was low. "I want you here. Now. On the floor. " "LIAM! WHAT THE FUCK? HERE?" "Here. I can't wait. Get on the floor." Liam let jim pass and while jim was again nervous about someone seeing them, he was finding this combination of being "naughty" and being "horny" exciting. He got on his knees: he thought Liam wanted his cock sucked. "No, no no big Daddy Jim. On your back. I'll take care of the rest." jim gulped. Liam was going to fuck him right there. The fucking part didn't really bother him anymore . It still embarrassed him that he was taking cock, but he liked it. Liam made love beautifully but.... " He heard his belt buckle open, and Liam begin pulling down his jeans. "Oh, you're still a little sweaty from lessons. FUCK that's hot. It'll be easy to slip into you." jim closed his eyes and thought about what was happening. A very clinical picture of him being fucked formed in his head, and he even found that hot. He imagined Liam's cock as a tool, like a piston, going back and forth, faster and faster. Normally when Liam fucked jim, he'd play with his nipples too. That didn't happen today, leading jim to think, correctly, nipple play was in the near future. "OH SHIT I'M SO GLAD I DIDN'T WAIT." Liam yelled, and the jizz flowed into jim's ass. He saw the smile on Liam's face, and he couldn't help smiling too. It reminded jim of the smile Marty would make at the end of an intense lesson. The two of them looked so much alike. Liam bent down, and he kissed jim again. "GOD. I feel like I could fuck you again, right now." "Ha ha. I bet even YOU haven't refilled yet." Liam gave him a look. "Seeing you tied up after supper, having your nipples worked, I'll fill up fast." Not that night, but...
Most nights, when they got back home, there was play before or after dinner, depending on Liam's mood. Sex seemed to be reserved for the morning, but at night.... Liam's two favorite games both involved jim flat on the bed, shirt off or opened. Sometimes, Liam would tie jim down and play with his nipples until jim would yell "I GIVE. I GIVE. " Other times, when Liam felt more frisky, he'd leave jim untied, and then use tit play until he yelled "TIE ME UP. PLEASE TIE ME UP." Sometimes, rather than the bed, Liam would tie jim to one of the chairs he had designated "play chairs," and then use the clamps, and a gag, and maybe some vibrators. jim couldn't help himself: when Liam did that, he'd find his hips beginning to heave, and need to climax desperately. Again, he'd have to BEG Liam, who'd then slowly, VERY slowly, jerk him off. On those nights, jim would sleep very well. He wasn't bothered by the thoughts that he sometimes had : was he gay? or wasn't he?
In the midst of this, one night, Liam took jim to dinner because, in his words, "there's something you really need to know." jim wondered what this could have been about. He asked Liam about dress for the night, and Liam laughed. "You know, I'd LOVE to have you put on something tight, and sexy, but big jim, you ROCK those old fashioned outfits you wear. They make me even hornier than I usually am." jim mumbled. "GREAT. All I need is a hornier Liam." So they sat down at the restaurant, and after they had ordered drinks, Liam smiled. jim could feel Liam's foot on his shin. He had gotten used to that too. Liam used it to remind jim that whatever else jim might have thought, he belonged to Liam: there was no doubt about that. Tonight, he had let jim pick his own clothes, which was unusual, but for the most part, Liam made every single decision. jim ruled at his studio, and nowhere else. "You getting used to it, big jim? I mean, being my daddy bottom?" jim blushed. He didn't quite know how to answer that question. "I... I guess... It's all pretty new, Liam." "How do you like the sex? " jim blushed even more. "Well..." jim laughed. "I don't have anything to compare it to, but... to be honest, I like it more than I thought." Liam smiled "You know, we young guns..." jim laughed. "Well, young gun, you seem to be loaded all the time. GEEZ" Liam laughed. "HA! I wonder who does that to me? Makes me load up." He smiled, and ran his foot up jim's leg a bit further. "You and Marty hit it off really well too. He kinda thinks of you as... not even an uncle. More like a big brother." jim smiled. "He's a great kid. A really great kid." Then he saw Liam look down and go quiet. "I have to let you know some things jim, because Marty's gonna come and live with us." jim's mouth dropped. "REALLY? I mean, that's his dream but... I thought you liked your solitude." "Well, you changed that a bit jim. And also... let me explain. This is gonna shock maybe." He paused. "All of you think I'm 25. I'm not. I'm 35." jim responded "Well, I kinda thought you knew way too much for a 25 year old so I thought there was something there, and... " then jim's legal reasoning ability came through. "WAIT. I think I know where this is going. Your Dad, Sam.. he's my age, isn't he." "Yep" Liam smiled. He knew that jim had figured it out. "So, you're 35, Marty is 10, maybe 11, and you're both Sam's kids? " He shook his head. "Malarkey. " Liam watched as jim's face changed. "Marty is YOUR kid. YOU'RE MARTY'S FATHER." Liam smiled. "My Daddy sub is smart too. Not just cute." jim blushed but continued. "Ok, now you gotta explain this to me Liam." Liam called the waiter to get another round of drinks. "Ok, here we go. I'm my Dad's only kid. And he really, REALLY wanted the line to continue. He was CONVINCED - totally convinced - that I was gonna be the next in line, and I'd have a son and he'd be the next in line, but... one day when I was 17, he caught me in my room, screwing with my calculus teacher." jim had to swallow hard to keep the drink from spilling. "EVEN THEN with older men?" Liam smiled. "He was only 31, but... cute little pixie of a guy. First year teaching. Dad wasn't pleased. We had a long talk that night. Bottom line: he didn't care if I were gay, as long as I produced a son. I tried to convince him: it wasn't going to happen. He wasn't having it. And he worked it, over and over and over. Then one night I was at a family party. He didn't tell me what he had planned." Liam smiled. "With men, I've never had a problem getting an erection. But that night... my very own dear father slipped two viagra into my drinks and dinner. Then he introduced me to Sherrie. I woke up the next morning in bed with her. There was a mess of semen all over the place, but then, six months later, she moved into the house. And four months after that, she moved out. With 100,000, as I learned from doing Dad's books." "Shit! So he got you drunk, and you were still able to 'do the deed', and... Marty." jim thought back to how he had thought that when Marty smiled it looked WAY more like Liam than Sam. And then he put together the numbers: he had heard of 50 plus year old men fathering children, but it was the exception. "Somehow, he got a thrill out of people knowing that the old man could still 'get it up', and I didn't want to be burdened with trying to find a lover with a kid already. The set up we had, just worked perfectly. " Liam stretched his hand out and covered jim's. "Then you came along. Marty adored you from day 1. I didn't know anything until that party. And I knew: you were the one I wanted, and I'm like every man in my family: I get what I want. " He smiled. "When I learned that you probably adored Marty as much as he adored you, well...." "Does Marty know?" jim asked. "Not yet. Dad's gonna tell him tomorrow." He smiled. "I expect he's gonna be thrilled." jim didn't say anything but he was thinking that HE was thrilled too. jim had a daughter from his marriage, but after the divorce, his ex-wife had moved out of the US and had taken his daughter with her. He hadn't seen her for years. "So....." "No jim, No. You're not gonna be his mother. You're gonna be his second father. If you're willing to take the job. " He squeezed jim's hand. "This is a lot. I don't want to give you up, but taking on a kid... if you wanted out, I'd deal with it." jim paused. "If it were any other kid, I might. I'm still learning what my role is in your life, Liam. I'm not sure I like all of it, but I like Marty. I'm not gonna leave because of Marty." "Then you're not leaving," Liam smiled. "Now let's eat. You're gonna need your strength because big jim..." Liam leaned over and whispered. "The thought of you being my son's co-parent is making me so hot, if we stay here too long, I'm gonna have to fuck you in the bathroom."
He didn't have to fuck jim in the bathroom, but the gag did come out that night. So did the handcuffs. In years to come, jim would remember that night as the ONE time Liam fucked him so hard, he really couldn't sit the next day.
And it was the next day that Sam drove up with Marty and two big suitcases. "JIM. JIM!!!! I'm gonna be your boyfriend like Liam" He threw his arms around Jim "Ha ha. Maybe not like Liam, squirt, but yeah. We're gonna cause some holy hell around here."