1.
Nick Daou began his Saturday looking in the bathroom mirror. At 42 he was fit, affable and, mostly, even tempered. He had all his onyx black hair and good olive skin that bronzed in the sun. He had a long slim torso, well suited to certain clothes, like the low-slung pajama bottoms he wore that morning. Free of obligations for a man of his age, he should have had little to vex him.
He put on a full pot of coffee, though he didn’t know if Cody would be joining him. He often didn’t anymore, sometimes leaving home for the day without a word to Nick. But after so many years, habits and hope die hard.
He was half delighted and half full of dread when Cody did come padding out to the kitchen bar in a t-shirt and boxers. Nick offered him coffee or even breakfast, which Cody declined, though at least he said a few words. Then he poured himself his own cup, as if NIck had ever asked.
Things had been tense between them for a long time. For years, if Nick thought about it. He assumed it was a phase, but it had only seemed to get worse, Cody sometimes barely acknowledging his presence.
Nick had to wonder if they even liked each other anymore. He wondered when was the last time they played a board game, watched baseball or even just had a real laugh? They seemed to only live parallel lives in the same small home. He’d begun to foresee a future in which Cody would simply leave and cut him off entirely.
They’d tried counseling once, which was a waste of time. They both withheld the truth of whatever brought them there. And even now, Cody silently sipped his coffee, not even looking at Nick. It was as if they’d never loved each other, and Nick felt suddenly done.
“Cody,” Nick began, “I can’t do this any more. I’m sick of it. We have to get past this… this knot in our relationship. I know you don’t want to talk about it. But you’ve been angry with me for so long, and I don’t understand why. I don’t even care anymore what it is. I just want us to be like we used to. What do I need to do to make this okay?”
“You don’t want to know,” Cody replied, flatly.
“I do. Just tell me. I want to make things right. What do I need to do?”
“Okay then,” said Cody. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you. What I want is to blow you. Right now.” He mimicked jerking a dick into his mouth with his fist. “And maybe you fuck me after.”
Nick did not mistake Cody’s surliness for insincerity. “Oh.”
It wasn’t the first time someone had wanted sex from Nick. Game knows game, they say. He’d been flirted with and propositioned at gas stations, on airplanes, buying groceries. Not as hostilely as Cody just did. But, yeah, men, women. All sorts of people.
He just wasn’t expecting one to be his own son.
2.
It had been like this since puberty worked its transformative magic on Nick.
As a boy he was so scrawny that his big beefy cousins, the full Lebanese ones, mocked him relentlessly for it. They were heavyset and hairy, even as teenagers, and thought his mixed ancestry feminized him. But when testosterone and sports converged in his slight body, the effect was transformative. Though he remained slender, his chest, shoulders and biceps filled out, and his waist and belly appeared sculpted.
The cousins noticed and called him pretty boy. But he could only seem pretty to bruisers like them. He had a masculine face with thick black eyebrows, a long strong jaw and heavy-lidded eyes. His body hair came in satyr-like, sprouting and spreading from the center of his chest to his nipples, trailing down his flat belly into his bush, and covering his long legs and even the bottom of his rear with faint fur.
When his body changed the cousins leered at him at the neighborhood swimming pool. They invented reasons to make physical contact, and their hands lingered on him when they did. But whatever the reason for their change, they didn’t mock him less for it.
One day in the pool locker room one of them tripped him, and they all laughed. One pretended to piss on him, and then others did too, but not pretending. He could have tried to get up, but they outnumbered and outweighed him, so he stayed there, waiting for them to finish, as they would.
But when they were done with their piss they stayed over him, dicks in their hands. They joked about the size of his ears, and how they’d work like handles to hold his head to their dicks. That was better than his ass and hips which were too slim to be of any use.
He could hear the smacking of soapy lather on skin, and he felt a hot splat on his back. Then another, as one cousin’s load of hot white cum hit the ruddy skin of his shoulder. Yet another hit the small of his back, and the last hit his neck and ear.
When they left him there he rose to his feet, letting the shower water rinse off their urine and cum. He was surprisingly at ease with what had happened.
Unlike their previous mockery, this was something else only disguised as degradation. It made them weaker, and him stronger.
He was desired.
3.
“That’s the price,” Cody said. “Sex. You and me. And it’s been a long time coming.” He sat back and folded his arms across his chest, as if to say Your move.
“What makes you think I would ever go along with this?” Nick asked, incredulous. “I mean you’re a good looking kid and all, but doesn’t this seem a little complicated?”
“Because you owe it to me.”
“I owe it to you? Cody, I pay part of your tuition. You live in my house – our house – that I pay for, I buy the food you eat like the young horse you are. And I owe you sex? Is there some debt I forgot about?”
“You. Know.” Cody insisted.
“If you want someone to indulge in some coy game, Cody, you’ve come to the wrong shop.”
“Fine, I’ll tell you,” Cody answered. “You owe me for being the biggest cocktease I’ve ever known in my whole life. To me.”
“What?” laughed Nick. He leaned back against the kitchen counter, shaking his head. “What the hell are you even talking about?”
Cody was firm in his position. “You are a 100% flirt.”
Nick was silent in response.
“When I was a teenager you were always walking around shirtless, just like you are now” Cody said. “And looking like you do, and with your pants half off too.”
“My pants were never off. Not at home. Not counting in the bedroom or bathroom,” Nick insisted, mindful that he was often, by habit, shirtless. “I never did that.”
“You’re doing it right now,” Cody said coolly. “Dad, I can literally see your pubes.”
Nick looked down at the pajama waistband resting on the base of his cock. “I have narrow hips.”
It was true, he did have narrow hips and his pants liked to rest low. There wasn’t a clear boundary between the soft fur on his flat belly and the bushy area below, and it showed off his obliques. There was nothing wrong with looking good.
“You knew how you looked, and you knew I was gay.”
“I knew you were my kid. Cody. Come on. This is bullshit.”
“Dad, I swear, if you don’t stop lying I will come over there and put you in a half nelson.”
“Try me, pal,” Nick said, and afterwards thought even that sounded like flirting.
“Dad, you knew. I know you knew. I was a horny as hell teenager, and the straight boys were dating and they were getting laid. And I just… I wanted to know what a man looked like and felt like, and there I was, cooped up with you.”
“Cody, this is crazy talk. I was not trying to seduce a teenage boy.”
“Okay Dad. Fine. You weren’t trying to seduce me. But I want you to tell me one thing, and I want you to swear to be honest.”
“Okay, I swear. Shoot.”
“Let’s just say that you weren’t trying to seduce me. Fine. But when I was a lonely gay teenager desperate for some kind of affirmation of my feelings, and you were hovering around with your hairy chest and abs and tan, and… and your jeans practically hanging off your dick, and all I wanted in the world was for you to fuck my brains out… are you telling me you didn’t know? At all?”
Nick sighed.
This would not be easy to answer.
4.
Nick was born comfortable in his body. He had a certain confidence that maybe came with a big dick. Or he was just a boy at a time when boys weren’t expected to be self conscious about such things. But everything physical came easy to him. He excelled at sports, and when he worked out his body was responsive.
He enjoyed competing with other boys and later, and even more, men. He liked being right in the musky scent of their sweat as their chests and bellies clapped against each other on the neighborhood basketball court. He liked how their hairy arms and legs brushed up against each other’s. He liked the teasing of it too, holding the ball at a distance with his long arms, saying “You want it? Take it.”
He wasn’t cocky about it. He didn’t lose, but he didn’t lord his ability over other guys, when he could have. If anything, he made sure to win only slightly, leaving his opponents hungry to play him again, and again.
The games with women he was expected to play interested him less. They liked to own being attractive, but so did he. And they had designs on his body and time that didn’t sync with his own ideas for either. That was probably why his marriage ended.
But he was a safe outlet for guys. He wasn’t so conventionally handsome or built enough to be intimidating. He was fit enough, and free enough, to be an aspiration, especially as his friends took on more responsibility and aged more visibly. Nick occupied a rare position for straight guys, in which they couldn’t tell if they wanted to be him or fuck him.
Even at work as a factory machinist, he was just one of the guys, but the one who came and went seemingly at will, good with his hands, and even in his work garb his tool belt rode low on him and had a certain sexual quality.
The one time he had a threesome with a woman and another man, the guy was almost more into him than the woman. He was drawn to Nick’s air of assurance and his feline musculature. When they were both in the women Nick coaxed a load out of the other guy by his cock grazing the other, as surely as if it had hit his prostate.
He would never in a million years say he was bi. It was never about what he was attracted to, but about who was attracted to *him*. He wasn’t straight or gay or bi. He was an opportunist, with a solitary prowling nature.
When the marriage ended it hurt Nick’s pride, but he was never one to fight the inevitable. And that was followed by relief. He’d be truly free again, and in his prime. But when Cody wanted to live with him, well, that was a surprise.
Being a dad handicapped that Nick’s options. He liked to keep his sex life assiduously divided from his domestic life. If that meant fewer chances at sex than he had opportunity, that would have to do. There were always enough looking and flirtations to sustain him.
Like Nick at that age, Cody’s testosterone came on full force, filling out his slight frame. But now full of primal drives, Cody took a shine to him. Nick didn’t do anything to incite it. It never occurred to him that Cody would feel that way. But then he did. Nick could feel eyes on him, and there were other clues as well. He still never, not for a moment, expected it to be anything more than a passing teenager thing.
But with each year, Cody’s own masculinity and lustiness seemed to increase. The summer Cody turned 18 and truly came into his own, the two paced around each other like panthers in a zoo enclosure. They were companions and competitors, each trying to dominate too small a territory for either, desperately wanting to be something to each other and to be free of each other.
It ached in Nick that he had appetites he’d suppressed, chances he’d missed out on, and for this.
But still, he agreed to Cody living at home while he went to college. Not agreed exactly. It was never a question on Cody’s part, but an assumption.
And that brought him to this.
5.
“Man, I don’t know,” Nick said. “I just do some shit naturally. I don’t think about it. Do you think about everything you do?”
“I’m not like you,” Cody answered. “You know I wouldn’t even take off my shirt at the beach when I was a kid.”
“No, but later,” Nick countered. “After you started wrestling and muscled up. When you’d walk around cocky as fuck with that singlet crawling up your ass like it was carrying two melons, and your semi showing in your crotch – and it is showing, Cody, all the time, so you know – and your coach slapping you on the ass. Is that all a plan of yours?
“Because I’ll tell you, it gets noticed. And your coaches look like it’s all they can do to keep their hands off you.”
“You sound a little jealous,” Cody said with a smirk.
“Yeah, maybe so. Fuck, Cody. Yeah, sometimes I felt… excluded.” Nick had never articulated the word before, not even to himself.
“How could I exclude you? Dad. All I wanted was your attention. All I wanted was you.”
“Cody, how many years did I walk by your bedroom, hearing the smack smack smack of you jerking off, and it smelling like sweat and cum, and… acting like it was nothing.”
He’d wanted to say and you ogling your wrestling buddy while I go to stick my dick in a fleshlight in the room next door because that’s what I had, but thought better of it.
“So yeah. Maybe I felt a little excluded.”
The whole thing was a mess. Maybe it was wrong for them to live together the way they did, practically a couple in too small a house. Neither had enough privacy, but they’d both been lonely, each in their own way. Maybe they’d pretended for too long.
“What did you want me to do, Cody? Get flabby and bald? Wear dad jeans? Did you want me to be a boring old man dad?”
“So you admit it?” Cody asked.
“I admit I could sometimes… feel you watching me. I maybe noticed when you pressed up against me longer than you used to. Or when my t-shirts or underwear went missing. But it seemed harmless. I thought you’d grow out of it.”
“Well I haven’t grown out of it yet. But you knew when I swiped your underwear and stuff?”
“Yeah.”
“I was jerking off in them.” Nick did the laundry. He knew. “I still do.”
They were at an impasse, but both were exposed. And instead of being vulnerable, they both were liberated.
“How are you feeling?” Nick asked.
“Hard as fuck,” answered Cody.
“Me too,” said Nick, his loose-fitting pajama bottoms fully tented out.
6.
Cody came out to Nick as gay as a senior in high school, but Nick had guessed it sooner.
Cody had been a scrawny kid like Nick himself, but somehow never had the same confidence. Nick wondered what that was about.
He thought that might change when Cody’s body became more manly.
Like Nick he stayed slim, but his shoulders broadened and he developed downy curls forming a treasure trail right down his abs. He was more conventionally handsome than Nick, with more of his mother’s softer features, but not feminine.
But something was still holding him back. Even after he started wrestling and got a little more built, even building up more a rear end than Nick ever had. He was a good wrestler, though he started a little late.
Nick again hoped Cody was finding his way when he made some wrestling buddies. He liked inviting them over, and Nick at first liked their company.
Strangely enough that was when they first started fighting.
Cody once told Nick to stop hanging around when he brought his new friends came over.
“Stop competing with me,” he said, even when Nick told him he was only being friendly. After that Cody invited them over less often, with one exception, and that led to their biggest fight of those days.
It was the one time they fought about Cody being gay, but it wasn’t even about him that. Not really.
There was one wrestler Nick thought he was maybe a little infatuated with. Tim. One weekend he wanted Tim to spend the night, and a little to Nick’s surprise they both slept in Cody’s bed. Then they did it again the next weekend. After that Nick said no more, and Cody was incensed.
The house was too small, Nick said. The kitchen was practically in the living room, there were only two bedrooms. You couldn’t so much as sniffle in one room without someone hearing it in another. Nick wanted some privacy.
“It’s my house too,” Cody pleaded. “Can’t I even have a sleepover?”
Nick said no. “You’re just a high school senior. I can’t have you having people in your bed with you, doing who knows what.”
Cody looked like he’d been hit with a fist. “You think we’re… this is because I’m gay?”
Nick hadn’t told anyone Cody was gay. Not his own sports buddies, not the guys at the factory. He hadn’t even asked Cody anything about it, not from the first day Cody told him. He was private and thought Cody would be too. But Cody didn’t have a secretive nature. He might stew on things, which was different. Or he might just blurt these things out. Something else he’d gotten from his mother in addition to his looks.
“No,” Nick said. “But you are. If you weren’t and you wanted to have a teenage girl sleeping over in your bed I wouldn’t say yes to that either.”
“It’s not even like that,” Cody said, his voice croaking. “Tim doesn’t even…”
And with that unfinished, Cody was done. A wall came up between them that day, that never came back down, and never would until they could figure out how to break it.
7.
They came around the breakfast bar fast, practically slamming their bodies up against each other’s, their mouths meeting and their tongues wrestling each other. Cody ran his hands over Nick’s torso, feeling all the lean muscle he’d fantasized about for so long, licking the rough neck and Adam’s apple, while Nick ran fingers into Cody’s curls, kissing his head.
Cody pulled Nick from the kitchen and then pushed to the nearby sofa, where he crawled up onto his lap to kiss him again. He worked his way down with tongue, teeth and lips into Nick’s hairy chest and belly, and then pulled open his pajama bottoms, letting his big dark dick stand free.
“Fuck,” Cody whispered, wrapping a hand around the base while he groped his own dick through his dampening boxers.
He crawled up onto the sofa beside Nick, leaned into hiss crotch and wrapped his lips around the head of Nick’s dick, and began to work his way down it, building his spit mixing with Nick’s precum as he did.
Nick had always had a weakness for getting head. So few women did it well, which maybe made Nick long for it more. But Cody knew what he was doing. No doubt he’d been at it for a while now, and the thought of it made Nick’s cock swell and surge more precum. Cody could tell and let out a low groan.
He worked Nick’s cock relentlessly, alternating between hand and mouth, working up more spit to lube it, letting Nick’s balls fill his other hand, pulling them down and gently rolling them side to side in his grip.
To reciprocate Nick reached down to Cody’s boxers to get his hand on the boy’s dick, but with a mouth full of cock Cody murmured a garbled *uh-uh* and twisted his hips to dissuade Nick.
Cody plunged the cock deeper to the top of his throat and then in, tightening around it and making Nick groan. He ran his hands over Cody’s neck and curling hair, resisting the impulse to shove.
After Cody had worked his way down so his lips met the base of Nick’s cock, right at the pubes, he raised his head, releasing the slick cock from his throat. While he stroked it with his fist, he turned to Nick. His eyes were watering, and his voice was thick from the thick fluids in his mouth and throat.
“I know what you like,” he said, and then hungrily swallowed Nick’s cock whole.
“Oh fuck,” moaned Nick, as deep in his own pleasure as his dick was in Cody’s throat.
Of course Cody knew. He probably studied Nick’s porn for years, all the images of men being deep throated, the pictures he’d jerked off onto. Cody knew it all, and he came prepared. And he was good at it.
He was so good he could take Nick pumping into his throat, even when it made him choke. He just kept at it, with an appetite Nick had never experienced before. He couldn’t get enough of Nick’s cock. He couldn’t get enough of Nick. He was sucking Nick off in a way most men would never know.
And the thought of that triggered something in Nick. He pushed Cody’s head down, finding somehow a yet deep space as his cock swelled and stiffened more. Cody gagged and his body fought against his desire, but he wouldn’t stop as Nick shot a load of cum straight down his throat.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” Nick pleaded and demanded as Cody gulped down each new wave of cum. “Don’t stop.”
What he thought was We are never stopping this. Ever.
Nick pulled his head up to kiss him, slow and deep, tasting his own cum in the boy’s spit.
“That was so good,” he whispered, and guided Cody’s head back to his semi, to suck anything left.
When Cody had taken everything Nick’s balls could give him, Nick reached down to Cody’s crotch a second time.
“We have to take care of you,” he said.
“Not here,” Cody answered. He stood up and turned and walked away into Nick’s bedroom.
Nick sat still. Whatever might happen in that bedroom would be something they could never walk back from. They’d already gone past any sane limit.
But Cody was waiting. Waiting for him. “Dad.”
Nick rose to his feet and went in.
8.
Cody had already stripped out of his boxers and was standing on the bed.
He had a plastic bottle in one hand and was working its contents into his rear with the other, a hand between his legs, under his balls.
It was Nick’s lube from his bedside drawer, for quick jerkoffs. Cody knew where it was. No surprise, now. He must know where Nick’s fleshlight was too, and his other devices as well.
When Cody was done he stood up properly to face Nick.
He looked every inch the lithe wrestler he was, with the tight waist and ready stance, and the smooth skin on his supple muscles. His dick was a little shorter than Nick’s when erect, and paler, just as the two compared to each other overall.
Testosterone and working out do some crazy shit to a body, thought Nick.
Cody beckoned him to the bed, where Nick climbed up so they could kiss again while Cody worked Nick’s cock with his lube hand, feeling it stir.
Nick should have needed more time to work up another erection, but this wasn’t most times. Cody’s desire for him was so intense, and his body so appealing.
Cody pushed Nick down onto the mattress, and Nick complied, letting the boy crouch over him.
There he reached under to Nick’s dick, holding it up to his lubed hole, teasing the head against it.
“Can’t wait, huh?” Nick asked.
Cody pressed the head in, making them both gasp, and then worked the still growing cock in, inch by inch, with exceptional dedication.
He was no first timer, Nick thought, and that both excited Nick and made feel fiercely territorial at the same time.
He grabbed onto Cody’s hips and thrust into him, feeling his cock fully erect inside Cody. The boy let out a long groan as his velvet insides adjusted to the rigid pole in it. Nick rolled his hips back and thrust in again in a slight arc, and then again.
“Oh fuck,” Cody groaned. He was working his dropping dick with one hand, using the other to support himself as he leaned back to give Nick’s cock the clearance to shove up into him.
Nick fucked into Cody as hard as he could at this angle, turned on by the ecstasy in the boy’s face, and the way it played in the rest of his body, tensing on impact. He could feel Cody’s hole and insides working his cock hungrily too, tightening and pulsing, trying to milk him.
But Cody didn’t only know Nick. Nick knew him in return. They knew everything about each other, more than anyone else ever could.
He took his hands from Cody’s able hips and pulled his arms back behind his head, exposing his furry pits and letting his biceps swell.
“You like that?” he asked, and Cody grunted affirmatively.
He looked down to see Nick’s exposed armpits, the pale inside of his biceps and his chest. The sight made him jerk himself more frantically.
“I want you to cum on me,” Nick said. “I want *you* on me.”
“Oh God,” gasped Cody, so close.
Nick thrust in harder. The head of his cock had been teasing at the boy’s prostate, nudging it, but now he was punching it again and again.
“Do you want to cum on my tits,” Nick said. It was a word other men used about his chest in their sexual encounters with him. And Cody seemed to like it too.
He nodded vigorously, and only the warning of his muscles suddenly tensing, he shot a load of cum onto Nick’s abs and chest, streaking the fine black hair there.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Nick gasped, thrusting harder, his swollen cock fucking the cum out of the boy.
Cody collapsed onto Nick, his dick draining onto their bellies as the last of his load seeped out.
“Finish in me,” he whispered.
9.
Nick smiled, preparing to thrust again. It shouldn’t take long, despite having just been blown. Post cum, Cody’s insides felt slicker and more tender and yielding, and that made him feel even harder. He was ready to cum again. But not like this.
He held onto Cody’s thighs to flip them around, so he could put Cody on his belly, and get behind him. He hated to pull out of the boy, even briefly, but there was no other way.
He grabbed Cody’s hips to pull his rear up, looking down lustily at the boy’s white globes and the glistening pink hole between them. He pressed the head of his dark cock against it, and shoved in.
There was no need to take it slow now. Cody’s hole knew him, had just taken Nick’s length and girth in full, and had no fight left in it. It was the easiest, most unimpeded way to rail into that sweet ass, the path of least resistance.
That didn’t stop Cody from groaning as Nick filled him up and tore into his ass, with good hard thrusts. Having just cum, it might be a little hard for Cody, Nick thought, but he’d be fine. And Nick was more about himself now. He’d done his duty, and he was entitled to take what he wanted. And this was it.
He pulled Cody’s hips back as he his hips thrust forward, and fuck, Cody’s ass felt so good. And it was there in Nick’s room, where he’d jerked off so many times, now finally doing something he wanted to do, though he’d never known it before.
He fucked with vigor, turned on by the sight of his own long torso as it whipped into Cody, and the sight of his own rough dark skin against Cody’s smooth creamy skin, his black pubes disappearing into Cody’s hole as he filled him up.
He dropped his weight onto Cody to pump into him more deeply, and so he could wrap his arms around the boy, grabbing at his pecs and feeling his abs. Oh fuck, he remembered that his load from earlier was still in there, in Cody’s belly, and now with his ass full of cock. It was almost too much.
How he wanted this and deserved it. It was his ass to take, and his pleasure to have.
He felt his cock swell, and he thrust hard as he shot his load into his groaning son.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Nick gasped as he flooded Cody’s insides, and then slow pumped till he was done.
He pulled out and flopped onto his back. They both breathed hard and felt the sweat on their bodies cool.
Cody turned onto his side, and Nick could see Cody’s semi, again dripping precum.
“Well, I guess we both did okay in the dick department,” he said.
10.
The sheets and their bodies were streaked, and hand and dick printed with lube, cum and saliva.
“It’s a biohazard in here,” Cody said, and they and they laughed together, for the first time in a long time.
Nick sat on the floor of the bathroom with Cody, regretfully purging his insides of what Nick left in him. They showered together, washing each other’s chests and backs, cocks and holes, kissing occasionally. Nick could see that somehow he’d made a good, strong and beautiful son. If he ever let someone into his own tight hole, he hoped it would be Cody.
“You’re my number one guy,” he said to Cody, as the hot water ran off their skin.
“You’re mine too,” Cody answered. “Always were.”
Nick made breakfast, bacon and eggs. Some fatty salty food never tasted so good as it did right after fucking.
They made the bed together, and afterwards, Nick pulled on his pajamas. Cody opened Nick’s dresser and retrieved a long sleeve t-shirt and a pair of boxer briefs. The shirt was more snug on Cody than Nick in the shoulders, chest and pits, but his junk was a good fit in Nick’s boxer briefs. They were a match that way.
“Still stealing my underwear?” Nick asked.
Nick stretched out in his bed – or as it might now be, their bed – crossed his ankles and folded his hands behind his head. Cody climbed in after him, yawning. He gave Cody free rein to explore his body with his fingers, touching all the parts he’s longed to know for so long.
As Nick drifted off, he thought there was so much yet undone between them, if little left unsaid.