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"writing": " This time Patrick didn't go to the door. When he, and his mother, had been invited to celebrate his birthday with his siblings, the instructions had been to follow the path to the side of the house and enter there, by the gate.\n\n Patrick was nervous, but also eager, he'd never had a birthday party before. When he'd been young, his mother had just been to busy, she would bring him a cake, an they would watch a movie. As he got older, his friends would try to get him to sneak in a club with them, but those places had never appealed to him, and he had to work to help his mom with the bills. In recent years, the few friends he still had would show up at the bar and share a drink with him. That had been the extent of things.\n\n This was going to be his first God to honest party, and a pool party on top of of that.\n\n The sound of people became audible before they reached the gate, he had jeans on, a t-shirt and his usual jacket, even in this warm mid march day. He had his trunks, towels and a few toiletries in his backpack. His mother had fussed for hours over what to wear, She ended up going to a store and buying a hundred dollar dress. It was a nice looking one, Patrick thought, a beautiful spring flower pattern on a light pink background. He did think it was too expensive, but as far as he knew, this was the first time his mother had treated herself to something nice. Even after her raise, she still lived as frugally as when they could barely afford to pay the bills.\n\n He didn't say anything about the price. She deserved to treat herself.\n\n He pushed the wooden gate, and stepped into a yard as large as his entire block. The pool was toward the back, and had a bunch of people splashing in it. There was a lot more people than Patrick expected. He located his fathers, as he walked toward the large table. They were at the grill, wearing only gray speedos. Patrick stopped moving, both because he'd reached the table, and because the sight of his fathers froze him in place.\n\n Their chest and shoulders were broad, well muscles, and the fur rippled as they moved. They were laughing at something. His eyes stopped at the crotch, when one of them turned, and his breath caught. The package there was ample, and he felt himself react to it.\n\n \"Hey, Patrick's here!\" the man said, and Patrick snapped back. His brothers came to greet him. They stepped aside for one of the adults. Damian. Patrick worried about what he might do, but he took his mother's hand and kissed the top of it.\n\n \"Misses Sanders, It's a pleasure to finally meet you. I have to say you have done an amazing job raising your son.\"\n\n Patrick couldn't believe his mother blushed. \"Thank you, mister?\"\n\n \"Damian,\" he said, with a charming smile. He pointed to the two by the grill with a thumb. \"I'm those two's brother.\"\n\n \"Damian!\" a woman in th pool called, \"come on!\"\n\n \"If you'll excuse me, duty calls.\" Damian ran to the pool, threw himself in the air, made himself in to a ball and bombed in the water, to the laughter of everyone in the pool. Only now did Patrick notice there was a lot of girls. He felt his heart sink. \n\n He felt someone take his hand, and saw it was Arthur, who pulled him toward the house.\n\n \"Where do you think you're going?\" Margarette asked.\n\n \"I'm going to show Patrick where he can change. We'll be right back.\"\n\n Patrick saw one of the woman attract his mother's attention, and then he was in the house. Arthur lead him to a bedroom.\n\n Patrick sat on the bed, and dropped his bag on the floor.\n\n There were girls. He couldn't believe it. And then, what he'd been expecting to happen hit him. He fell back on the bed. \"Ah fuck, this is stupid. My mom's here, of course this wasn't going to turn into a sex party.\"\n\n \"You okay?\" Arthur sat next to him, and put a hand on his leg. \n\n Patrick's leg tingled from the touch. \"I'm okay,\" He said, and sat up. \"I just realized that I was really hoping today would be the day. With it being my birthday and all.\" He looked at Arthur, and a thought occurred to him. They were alone, and his mother probably wouldn't come looking for him, not was a while, anyway. \"Arthur, would you have sex with me?\"\n\n Arthur smiled at him, and placed a hand on his cheek. \"You're a little old for me,\" he said. \n\n \"I am? I'm the same age as you?\" the rejection hurt more than he'd expected.\n\n \"I prefer my guys in the thirteen to fourteen range, sorry. But it isn't me you want, is it?\"\n\n Patrick opened his mouth to protest, but the dreams came back, they started different ways, but they always ended with him gazing in his father's eyes.\n\n Patrick looked away. \"How did you know?\"\n\n \"The way you were eating them up with your eyes, when you got here. They're yummy, but you looked at them like you hadn't eaten anything for weeks.\"\n\n \"Fuck. I guess everyone noticed too.\"\n\n Arthur squeezed his leg. \"The only ones who noticed, don't care. Trust me on that.\"\n\n \"I really hope so. If my mom realize I have the hots for my fathers, she's going to kill me. She's pretty much put that meeting out of her mind and decided I'm normal.\"\n\n \"You haven't told her?\"\n\n \"I don't know how. Things are finally starting to go well for her, I don't want to ruin it by forcing her to deal with the fact I am indeed gay.\"\n\n \"Then don't worry, no matter what happens here, she won't find out.\"\n\n \"Thanks.\"\n\n \"Now, which one do you want for your first time?\"\n\n Patrick just looked at him. \"What do you mean.\"\n\n \"You want dad, but I don't think I can manage to get both of him in here, not without your mom realizing something. So you're going to have to pick one.\"\n\n Patrick saw those eyes, in his mind, he could feel strong hands on his ass, and gulped. \"Does it matter?\" he whispered, having trouble believing what Arthur was proposing.\n\n \"A little. If you want to fuck dad, then you want Daniel. If you want to be fucked by him, you want Donald.\"\n\n Patrick felt the heat in his face, and ears, as he remembered the scenes he kept playing out, as he'd tried the dildo he'd bought two month ago. No matter what he tried to imagine, it always gave back to his father on top of him.\n\n \"Donald,\" he whispered.\n\n He felt the peck on his cheek, and Arthur left.\n\n Left alone, Patrick tried to decide if this was a mistake. It was one thing to admit, and accept that he was gay, but wasn't having sex with your own father a whole new level of wrong? Except it was possible he wasn't actually his father. Did it actually matter if he was or not? He still represented his father, either way.\n\n Patrick hadn't figured things out when the door opened, and his father entered. \"Arthur said you needed to see me?\"\n\n Patrick looked at his father, standing there, with slight worry on his face. There was his father, the man who had conceived him. He hadn't been there to raise him, but he could see the love in his eyes, with the concern. Patrick knew that this man would be there for him, form now on. He could ask him anything, and if it was within his power, he would make it happen.\n\n Patrick ran to him and wrapped his arms around him, squeezing so tight he might choke him.\n\n \"Are you okay?\" his father asked.\n\n \"I'm scared, dad.\" He felt arms go around him and hold him close. \"I want you so badly, it scares me.\"\n\n \"It's okay Patrick, you don't have to do anything.\"\n\n \"I want to dad. I've been dreaming about this for months now.\" He looked up, tears flowing. \"I've never had a dad. For years I thought I had the memories of one, but that was a lie. You're here. You're my dad. I want to feel how much you love me.\"\n\n \"Patrick, are you sure it's . . .\"\n\n Patrick didn't let him finish, he kissed him, hard. It wasn't chaste kiss either. It was hungry, it was famished. His father didn't hesitate, he kissed him back. The arms on his back moved lower, He felt them on his ass, and then they squeezes. Patrick gasped, and through he was going to cum right there. \n\n He felt himself being lifted, and he couldn't believe how strong his father was, he wasn't exactly light, with all the muscle he had, but his father was also muscular. He was deposited on the bed. He looked at his father as he stepped away, and noticed that the bulge in his speedo as now a line, thick and long, with a wet spot at the end.\n\n His father straddled him, and pulled the t-shirt over Patrick's head. He kissed him again, it was lighter this time, gentler. When he broke the kiss, his father looked at him, his expression a little more serious.\n\n \"First rule of sex in this family, Patrick. No means no. If at any time you aren't comfortable with what's happening. You tell me, and we stop. You weren't educated by us, so I don't want you to feel you have to do this.\"\n\n Patrick put a finger on his father's lips. \"I get it, dad. No means no. You can shut up now. Just love me.\"\n\n His father looked him in the eyes, an then lowered himself. He didn't kiss him this time, he bit his neck and Patrick gasped. He felt the teeth against his skin, his brain was sending so much conflicting information he couldn't move. He was safe with his father. The bite actually felt good. Bitting was a threat to his life. By the time his father release his neck, he was panting as hard as his cock was.\n\n His father moved down, lightly bitting his flesh until he reached Patrick's nipples. He knew what was coming, he had played with his nipples before, and he knew they were sensitive, but he still wasn't prepared for the lightning that coursed through them when his father started sucking on one, then the other. And the light bites made him arc his back.\n\n Patrick couldn't speak, he could barely think. \n\n He only became aware his jeans were undone when his father released his nipples and moved lower, pushing them down as he moved. His father stood and pulled them off Patrick completely. He looked up at him, and his father's speedo was gone. He could see this father's cock, erect, proud and leaking. The only thing he could think about was how beautiful his father was. How much he wanted what was coming.\n\n The jeans went flying, and Patrick closed his eyes, eagerly waiting for what was coming. He gasped, and opened his eyes as he felt a hot mouth on his cock. He looked down to see his father deep throating him. He moaned, fuck this felt good. No wonder the guys were always going on about blow jobs.\n\n \"Oh fuck, Dad.\" The words escaped his mouth unbidden. His father's mouth, his tongue, they felt heavenly, moving on his cock. \n\n He was so distracted by the sensation his cock was flooding him with, that he barely felt the finger pressing at his ass. He gasped as it popped in, and then he was just moaning, just more pleasurable feelings added to the mix.\n\n He put his hands on the top of his father's head and started thrusting in his mouth. Fuck this felt good. His movement made the finger go deeper, and every so often, it sent lightning through his cock, even if it wasn't any where near it.\n\n He was panting now, he couldn't believe he'd lasted this long, no one could endure so much pleasure, could they? The last thing he wondered before the world exploded with lightning was 'why did I wait so long to do this?'\n\n As far as Patrick was concerned, he stopped existing for a while. All he was, was the lightning of pleasure, coursing through the world.\n\n When he started breathing again, his father was still nursing on his cock, and it felt good, for a while, until. \"Dad. You have to stop,\" he panted. \"If you don't I think I'm going to piss.\"\n\n His father stopped, and released his now flaccid cock. \"How was that?\" he asked.\n\n \"That was amazing,\" Patrick replied. \"It wasn't what I was expecting though.\"\n\n \"Really?\"\n\n \"Yeah, Arthur said you were the one to have if I wanted to be fucked.\"\n\n \"That's true, I'm a top, but you wanted me to show you how much I love you. I don't express my love just by shoving my cock up your ass.\" Patrick chuckled at the vulgar language. \"You are worth so much more. I want to make you happy, I want to bring you pleasure.\"\n\n \"I hope you want to fuck me,\" Patrick added, with a chuckle. And then got serious. \"I mean it, dad. I want to feel you in me. I bought a dildo two month ago, and anytime I use it, you're the only one I can think of. Having you in me, that's what I want from my birthday present, dad.\"\n\n His father nodded, and moved, lifting Patrick's legs and he did so. When he was between them, he grabbed a bottle of lube that was on the bed. Where had that come from? Patrick thought, he knew it hadn't been there before, and there was no way his dad could have hidden it on himself.\n\n His father pressed the bottle, and coated his cock with the gel. \"Are you ready?\" his father asked.\n\n Patrick nodded, and winced a little as his father started pushing in. He took his time, pressing, and then releasing the pressure, pressing a little more, moving back a little. It was gradual enough that Patrick barely felt any discomfort. Patrick panted more and more, as his father stretched him. \n\n And then, his father stopped moving. Patrick looked at him. \"Is everything okay?\" which earned him a strange look.\n\n \"I'm all in.\"\n\n Patrick looked down, he couldn't believe it, his father was pressed completely against him. Where had the pain been? There should have been some pain, right? He then noticed he was hard again.\n\n He couldn't think of anything else to do. He wrapped his arms around his father neck, and kissed him passionately. Like that, his father started thrusting, and Patrick was moaning in the kiss.\n\n After a moment, his arms got tired and he had to let go of his father. His father move on top of him, looking at him. Patrick moaned, looking back.\n\n \"You are precious, Patrick. You are my son. Do not ever feel ashame of who you are, of what you feel. Love with all your heart, with all your being. You don't have to tell the world who you are, but KNOW who you are. Never deny that you are an Orr, even if you don't bear the name.\"\n\n \"I swear dad,\" Patrick replied, between pants. \"I won't deny who I am, and I won't be ashamed of it.\"\n\n \"Thank you Patrick.\" His father picked up the pace, and Patrick groaned in reply. \n\n He gasped when he felt a hand on his cock, and looked down just long enough to see his father jacking him off as he fucked him. His father was going to make him cum a second time, he realized, a moment before the lightning exploded again.\n\n When he came back to the world, his father was grunting over him. His thrusting was hard, but a little erratic. He opened his eyes and looked at Patrick, there was wildness in them. Patrick smiled at him. \n\n His father pushed himself as deep as he could, raised his head, and roared. \n\n Patrick felt the cock inside him pulse, and he imagined being filled with his father's cum. Receiving the ointment he gave to all his sons. The seed that made him.\n\n When his father looked down at him, panting heavily. Patrick was crying. \"I love you so much, dad,\" he said, before his father could worry. \n\n He had a father. \n\n The world would never be perfect, but he had a father. His world was perfect now. He held on to his father as he slowly pulled out, and he was held back.\n\n Patrick didn't know how long they held each other, but he figured it couldn't have been too long.\n\n \"We could get back to the party,\" his father said.\n\n \"I know, I just don't want this to end.\" He was kissed on the forehead.\n\n \"It isn't going to end. You'll always be one of us. We're only a phone call away, a visit away.\"\n\n \"What if my mom freaks.\"\n\n \"She's your mother, but you have to be your own man. At some point, you're going to have to let her go.\"\n\n Patrick disengaged himself.\n\n \"It has nothing to do with us, Patrick,\" his father continued. \"It's just part of growing up. Our kids are going to let us go too, at some point. We have to accept that, they have to accept it, and so do you.\"\n\n Patrick was silent for a moment. \"You know,\" he finally said, \"I think there's a rule that says you can't be this profound after sex.\"\n\n His father laughed, and then shoved him. \"My house, my rule.\" He stood. \"Come on, lets go wash up. If you want your mother to remain ignorant of what happened here, you can't go to the pool smelling like sex.\"\n\n The bedroom's bathroom was earth tone stones and grays. It only had a shower, no tub. His father turned the water on, and they went under the jet. The water was cool, refreshing.\n\n Patrick reached for the soap dispenser, but his father stopped him. \"Not that one. That's lube.\"\n\n \"You have lube in the shower?\"\n\n \"Of course,\" his father whispered, \"the shower is a perfect place to have sex. You get clean as quickly as you get dirty.\" His father reached for the pump he'd just told Patrick not to use.\n\n \"Dad,\" Patrick said. \"Shouldn't we?\" He felt the cock under his tail and he knew he had to make a decision. \"Oh, fuck yeah,\" he whispered, and put both hands on the wall for support.\n\n His father entered him in a smooth thrust.\n\n \"Oh, fuck, dad.\"\n\n \"Yes, son, I will be doing that.\" He reached around to stroke Patrick's cock.\n\n Patrick had a moment of wonder, he couldn't be hard again, could he? And then all thought left him as his father fucked, and jerked him.\n\n How long it lasted he had no idea. He remembered feeling his father tense, and bite his shoulder, then the lightning exploded.\n\n His father was panting in his ear, when he returned.\n\n \"Fu . . .\" He chuckles, no he wasn't going to say that, for all he knew it would set his father off again. \"This was intense.\"\n\n \"Huh hu\" was all he got as a reply.\n\n \"You okay, old man?\"\n\n \"I'm just enjoying having my cock up my son's ass, and holding him tenderly.\"\n\n Patrick chuckles. \"You're going to have to make due with what you've already got, my arms are about to give. I can't support both out weight.\"\n\n He got a kiss on the side of the head, and his father pulled out.\n\n Patrick stretched, and turned to look at his father. \"Fuck, I can't believe I came three times. I didn't think it was even possible.\"\n\n His father smiled at him. \"You're an Orr. You're going to find out, that when it comes to sex, we're outside the norm on many points.\"\n\n \"Are you saying that I'm going to be horny all the time?\"\n\n \"You're a guy, isn't that the norm?\"\n\n Patrick swatted his father, who moved out of the way.\n\n \"What I mean, is that if you want to, you will be able to.\"\n\n Patrick thought about that, as he washed off. \"So what? I can get hard and cum on command?\"\n\n \"Getting hard, pretty much. If you want to have sex, you'll be able to get hard. As for cumming. I don't know. As far as I know Damian is the only one who has that kind of control over his body.\"\n\n His father handed him a towel, and they dried each other off. He picked up the cell that was on the side table. \"Shit.\"\n\n \"What?\"\n\n \"We were here a little longer than I was expecting.\"\n\n \"How long?\"\n\n \"An hour and a half.\"\n\n \"What? Fuck my mom's going to go ballistic.\"\n\n \"No, she thinks you went with Adam to buy more sodas. So put your trunks on, and head to the garage.\"\n\n \"Won't she find it strange that you've also been gone this long?\"\n\n \"She doesn't know I've been gone.\"\n\n \"How?\"\n\n \"No one can tell me and Daniel apart, remember?\"\n\n * * * * *\n\n Patrick went down the stairs to the garage, while his dad headed outside. Adam was leaning against the sports car. He was only wearing a black speedo and unbuttoned shirt. He was looking at his phone. From what he could see, it was probably one of those smart phone everyone used these days. \n\n Adam looked up. \"Hey. Had fun?\" he took an ear bud out of his ear.\n\n Patrick blushed. He couldn't help it, the memory of his father fucking him in the shower came back to him. An arm went around his shoulder.\n\n \"Patrick, buddy, where ever your mind is going, you need to reign it in.\"\n\n Patrick blinked. \"What?\"\n\n Adam pointed down. Patrick's trunks were well tented. With a curse Patrick adjusted himself.\n\n \"Hmm, you're still a bit wet.\"\n\n \"I'll dry off pretty quick once I'm outside.\"\n\n \"Not fast enough for your mom to ask about it.\"\n\n \"Ah, fuck.\"\n\n \"That's okay. Here's what you're going to do.\" He opened the trunk of the car, eight packs of forty eight sodas where in there. \"You'll grab as many of those as you can. Put them on the table and jump in the pool.\"\n\n \"What if my mom calls to me?\" He grabbed two packs.\n\n \"Act like you haven't heard her. You can apologize once you're wet.\" Adam stacked a third pack on the two Patrick was holding.\n\n \"I can take a fourth one.\"\n\n \"Yeah, but you'll be blind. We have to navigate stairs, halls and doorways. You want to see where you're going.\" He stacked three packs on the sedan parked next to them. \"Someone can come back for the rest.\" He picked them up.\n\n \"You came up with the pool idea pretty quick. Do you guys have a book with a bunch of excuses listed in them?\"\n\n \"Hell no. But that's a good idea, we'll have to write one, might be a best seller. I've just been almost caught sleeping with married men, while their wives are in the next room, so I've learned to think fast.\"\n\n Patrick froze. \"You sleep with married men?\"\n\n \"Sure,\" Adam replied, taking a few more steps, before stopped and turning to look at Patrick. \"It's kind of my thing.\"\n\n \"Why? Why do you go after married men?\"\n\n \"Have you looked at them? Most of them looked like their in prison. What ever they had before, it's gone now. But they're still chained up to the same person. I offer them some of that happiness they used to have.\"\n\n \"But they're not all unhappy. There's plenty of guys out that who are still perfectly happy.\"\n\n \"And those guy will refuse my offer. I don't try to trick and sweet talk my way into their bed, well, not too much, those who aren't looking for something outside of their marriage, they won't be interested in me, and I'll move on.\"\n\n Patrick stared at his brother, stunned more by his lack of repulsion at what Adam did, then the fact he was doing it. He was really becoming part of this family. \"So you don't force it on them.\"\n\n \"Hell no. No, means No.\"\n\n \"First rule,\" Patrick added.\n\n \"Exactly. Come on.\"\n\n They made their way through the house, to the back. Adam kicked the door and screamed through the screen. \"Someone open the damn door, our hands are full.\" The door opened, and they went outside.\n\n Patrick saw that his mother was trying to pay attention to him, as well as the conversation she was having with a collie and bear. He put the packs down, and ran for the pool, just has he heard her say his name. He plunged in. The water was a little on the cold side. He came up, and a beach ball bounced off his head.\n\n \"Patrick Sanders!\" his mother called.\n\n \"Hey mom.\"\n\n \"Why didn't you call me to tell me you were going to run errands.\"\n\n \"I . . .\" Patrick stammered, no knowing what to say.\n\n \"Sorry Mam,\" Adam said. \"That would be my fault. I grabbed Patrick just has he was done changing. He only had his trunks on. I didn't think you would be upset, if I had I would have lent him my phone, so he could call you.\"\n\n Margarette looked at Adam, visually evaluating his moral character. \"You should have thought about calling me, Patrick.\"\n\n \"I'm sorry, mom.\" Now that he'd had a moment to think, he had a sort of idea. \"I was kind of just enjoying the car ride. I haven't been in one often.\"\n\n \"And it's a F-type,\" Adam added, without missing a beat. \"It's such a rad car. I kind of went out of the way, so Patrick could really get to enjoy it.\"\n\n \"Adam! Come on!\"\n\n Patrick turned to see who had yelled. It was one of the girls in the in-ground jacuzzi next to the pool.\n\n \"Again, I'm really sorry for distressing you, Mam.\" Adam went to the jacuzzi, stepped in, and put an arm around the girls on each side of him.\n\n Margarette looked at Adam, who whispered something to one of the girls, and she seemed satisfied with what was happening. She looked at her son, who was holding on to the edge of the pool. \"You really should know better than to disappear like that.\"\n\n \"I know, mom. I'm sorry. It won't happen again.\"\n\n She smiled at him. \"I'm sorry, I shouldn't be scolding you. You're a grown man. You can make your own decision,\"\n\n \"It's okay, mom. It's not because I'm nineteen, that I'm not your baby anymore.\"\n\n Patrick thought his mother's eyes were getting wet, as she turned away. \"You go have fun. Enjoy your birthday party.\"\n\n * * * * *\n\n \"That's your new brother,\" Samantha asked, \"isn't it?\"\n\n Adam leaned close to her, as Patrick's mother watched him. \"He is.\"\n\n \"Have you had sex with him yet? Is that why you took so long to come back?\"\n\n \"No, it just took us this long.\" He sat back normally, now that she wasn't watching him anymore, hopefully she now thought he was straight, just with that, and wouldn't pester Patrick too much.\n\n \"When you do, can I watch?\"\n\n Adam laughed. Samantha, and Julie, on his other side were the only two of his friends who knew he had sex with his brothers. And while Julie was only amused by that, Samantha kept wanting to watch.\n\n \"I don't think so. He's too new to the family.\"\n\n \"How about one of your other brothers then?\"\n\n \"I haven't been able to convince any of them.\" Truth was, he hadn't asked. He knew none of them would want someone out side the family watching. Maybe he could ask if they minded sharing one of the movies they'd made? No, they wouldn't go for that.\n\n Maybe he could ask if she wanted to watch him having sex with her father? He almost burst out laughing. That would be a major bad Idea. He wanted to keep her as a friend. She was nice, and smart and could come up with wicked good art. Julie was an awesome writer, these two had an online comic he loved, about a race car driver who got in adventures between races. That's how he got to know them, he emailed them to point out some of the details they'd gotten wrong about the car the main character drove. Back then, it was a supped up Audi R8. He'd become their technical adviser, and then, last year, he found out they were actually going to the same school he was.\n\n * * * * *\n\n \"Patrick,\" his dad called, \"can you go inside, and get more chairs. They're going to be in the basement, it's the door in front of the one leading to the garage. The storage room is going to be at the end of the hall, on your left.\"\n\n \"Sure dad.\" Patrick glanced at his mother, who was deep in conversation with the bear, who was the father of one of the girl he'd seen in the pool.\n\n He found the door, went down the stairs, the light was already on. He went to the end of the hall, but before he got to the door, he head voices.\n\n \"Come on Anakin, just this once.\" It was Damian, it came from the door across the storage room. Patrick crept as close as he could. To keep an ear on what he was doing, and help Anakin, if needed.\n\n \"No, Uncle. Absolutely not.\"\n\n Patrick could see, through the partially opened door, that Damian and Anakin were alone.\n\n \"Come one, Anakin, you know you're going to love it.\" He was running a finger along Anakin's cheek\n\n Anakin shoved the hand away. \"I said no. Damn it, Uncle, you know the rules.\"\n\n Damian snorted. \"Rules, smrules. You know how great I am. You've hear the praises I get from anyone I fuck. Think about how great it'll be for you.\" He moved closer to Anakin, but he was pushed away.\n\n \"No. Do you hear me. You aren't fucking me. The only way you'll ever get to fuck me is if your dead!\" Anakin gasped, as he realized what he said. \"Oh my god. Uncle. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.\" He started crying, and Damian pulled him in a hug.\n\n \"It's okay Anakin.\"\n\n \"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it.\"\n\n \"No, Anakin, you did.\"\n\n \"No, I can't mean it. I can't want to have sex with dead guys, that's wrong.\"\n\n Damian pull him to arms length and looked at him. \"No, Anakin, never think that. Sex is never wrong, so long as your partner agrees to it. And if they're dead, it isn't like they can say no.\"\n\n \"But.\"\n\n \"No buts, Anakin. In this family, we don't feel shame over sex, ever.\"\n\n \"But how am I ever going to do it?\"\n\n \"We'll think of something, but I want you to promise me something. You won't kill someone, just to experience it.\"\n\n Anakin chuckled \"like I'd ever do that.\"\n\n \"I'm serious Anakin. Promise me.\"\n\n \"I promise, Uncle Damian.\"\n\n Damian hugged his nephew. \"Good boy.\"\n\n They stayed like that for a moment, then Anakin untangled himself and went to a side of the room Patrick couldn't see in. A door closed.\n\n There was silence.\n\n Patrick was about to turn for he storage room when Damian spoke. \"SO, you learn anything?\" Patrick froze, and glanced in the room, who was he talking to? Damian turned to look at him. \"Well?\"\n\n How the fuck had he known he was there?\n\n Patrick opened the door fully and looked in the room. On the wall to his right was the door he'd heard close. The room was empty, it could be a family room it certainly was large enough, his house, three times, he guessed.\n\n \"I've learned you like pushing people's buttons. And that I'm never going to be alone with you in a room.\"\n\n Damian walked toward him. \"Careful how you say that, Patrick, I might think it's a challenge.\"\n\n Patrick wanted to tell him to just try it, but something stopped him. He remember those cold blue eyes looking into him in the car, and he had the distinct feeling that if he did challenge him, he wouldn't win.\n\n He grabbed Damian's arm as he passed by him. \"What the fuck is your deal?\"\n\n Damian looked at him, his eyes weren't quite completely gray, there was a hint of blue in them. \"Have you pissed yourself yet?\"\n\n \"What? Of course not.\"\n\n Damian shrugged. \"Another time then.\" He shook his arm out of the grip and left.\n\n Patrick watched his back for a moment, and then looked at the closed door. He went to it, and knocked.\n\n \"Go away. I don't want to talk to you.\"\n\n \"It's Patrick,\" he said.\n\n There was silence. \"Come in,\" came the weak reply.\n\n Patrick tried the knob, and found the door was unlocked. The room was dark. There was some light, but the walls were black, as was the carpet, the desk, the chest of drawers, and the bed. On the walls were movie posted. Most form horror movies he hadn't seen, although he had seen 'back from the dead' when he was twelve. It had scared him shitless.\n\n \"I'm sorry to have eaves dropped on you and Damian, but are you okay?\"\n\n After a moment, Anakin nodded. \"I'm just shaken. Trust uncle Damian to get you to admit the truth, as painful as it might be.\"\n\n Patrick sat next to him. \"He does sound like a dick sometime.\"\n\n \"Believe it or not, he does mean well, not that it helps stop the shakes. He's just not the most socially adept at times.\"\n\n Patrick didn't say anything, but he got a feeling Damian knew exactly what he was doing, at all time. \"So, dead guys, huh?\"\n\n Anakin looked at him. \"You don't really sound as freaked out by that as you should.\"\n\n \"I know, right?\" Patrick said, with a chuckle. \"I guess I'm just starting to realize that your eccentricities really don't make you bad people. Although, in your case, after looking at your room, I can't say I'm surprise.\"\n\n Anakin looked at the posters the skulls on the bed sheets. \"Yeah, I guess I have been telegraphing it.\"\n\n Patrick put an arm around his brother's shoulders. \"Are you going to be okay?\"\n\n \"Yeah. I'm just going to have to figure out a way to work around dead guys. I could be come a mortician.\"\n\n \"Or a coroner.\"\n\n Anakin laughed. \"Somehow I think they're going to see me having sex with a corpse as tempering with evidence\"\n\n \"I guess that's true.\" Patrick stood.\n\n \"If you want to go directly to the corridor, you can take that door.\" Anakin pointed to the wall in front of them, on the right of the one he'd entered by. Patrick squinted, and could just barely make out a door frame, black on black.\n\n \"Just how often have you reached for the wrong spot, when trying to leave your room?\"\n\n \"Never,\" Anakin answered proudly, and then chuckled.\n\n \"I need to go to the storage room, dad needs more chairs.\"\n\n \"Let me help out.\" Anakin stood, and then hugged Patrick. \"Thanks for checking in on me.\"\n\n \"You're welcome.\" He kissed the top of his head\n\n * * * * *\n\n Dinner had been great, his dads were really aces at the grill. There had been burgers, hot dogs, a couple of steaks, and a lot of salads, both as sides and for the vegetarians among the guests. Margarette had fit in nicely, for all the fretting she did on the way here, about not being rich enough, and about not being dressed well enough. The parents had welcomes her, and from what Patrick over heard here and there, it seemed that raising children was the same horror show, no matter how much money you had.\n\n Patrick had let his meal settled for a while, and it was becoming obvious he wasn't going to be swimming again, even if a few had gone back to it. \"I'm going to go change,\" he told Alexander, before standing and heading in the house.\n\n In the room, he locked the door, grabbed his clothes, and headed for the bathroom. He'd taken off his trunk, and was about to turn the water on in the shower when the door to the bedroom opened, and a moment later his father was in the bathroom.\n\n \"I know I locked the door.\" Patrick stated.\n\n \"I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't have unlocked it. I should have knocked and waited for you to answer, but I just had to come in and do this.\" He took Patrick's head in in hand ans kissed him, hungrily, passionately. Patrick didn't resist, he kissed his father back.\n\n \"How was that, Daniel?\" he asked, when they broke the kiss.\n\n Daniel took a step back. \"How did you know it was me?\"\n\n Patrick chuckled. \"Donald already got to do this with me, and more, so I don't think he'd be as desperate as you were.\"\n\n His father blushed, and then kissed him again, before dropping to his knees, and swallowing Patrick's cock in one go.\n\n \"Holy fuck,\" Patrick gasped. He panted for a moment, as he father stared bobbing up and down. Then he place his hand on his head, and face fucked him.\n\n Fuck his father's mouth felt good.\n\n He felt fingers on his ass, claws digging in slightly. \n\n He looked down, and his father was looking back up at him, with so much love in his eyes. Patrick couldn't believe how hot this was. He was fucking his father's muzzle, and he was loving him for it.\n\n His panting sped up. Fuck, he both wanted to slow down, to make this last longer, and go harder, to make it feel even better. The decision was taken out of him, and he felt the lightning come. He really tried to hold it back, he wanted this to go on for ever. He didn't hear his roar, as he buried his cock in his father's muzzle one last time, and the world exploded around him.\n\n When he came back, his throat was raw, and his father was still sucking on him. He was panting heavily, he looked down, realizing his hands on his father's head were the only thing holding him up. He leaned against the wall, and his father stood.\n\n He pressed his muzzle against Patrick, gently, tentatively, which surprised him, it was almost as if he wasn't sure Patrick would want to kiss him back. He opened his lips, and ran his tongue against his father's. The lips opened a little, and there was an odd taste tricking through. It was acrid, bitter, a little salty. It was cum, he realized, and he knew why his father wasn't just shoving his tongue down his throat.\n\n Patrick thought about it for a second, the cum was his. Sure, he'd never tasted it, but it was his, so who gave a fuck. He pried his father's lips apart, and it flowed as they kissed. It flavored the kiss, made it taste more primal, like something that came from deep within them. When they broke apart, Patrick felt like he'd just run a marathon, and it wasn't just from the orgasm.\n\n Was kissing his father always going to feel like that, or was this special, because it was their first time.\n\n \"Wow,\" was as articulate as he could be. He looked down and noticed that the front of his speedo was soaked. \"Did you cum?\" he asked.\n\n \"Once when you blew your load in my mouth, and again when we kissed.\"\n\n \"When we kissed?\"\n\n \"Yeah, that's first for me.\"\n\n \"Want to see if it'll happen again?\" Patrick had a mischievous grin on his face. As a reply, his father kissed him, hard, passionately, and Patrick responded to it with as much hunger. They broke apart panting, but he could tell it hadn't been the same.\n\n \"Maybe we need to practice it?\" his father offered.\n\n Patrick laughed. \"On the next visit then.\"\n\n \"I hope it's soon, so we can have a proper party.\"\n\n \"I thought this was the party?\" Patrick turned the shower on.\n\n \"This was the social party, the one where the kids invite their friends, and the parents come.\"\n\n \"So this wasn't for me and my mom's benefit?\"\n\n \"No, it's always like this. Maybe with a bit more dirty jokes. Normally, once everyone leaves, we have the family party, but this time we're going to wait until you visit again\"\n\n \"You don't have to,\" Patrick offered, making sure the water wasn't too hot. He stepped under the flow.\n\n \"We want to.\" He joined Patrick under the jet. \"We want you to join in the family celebration. You're part of the family. It wouldn't feel right doing it without you.\" He soaped Patrick's back, and washed him completely. \n\n Patrick closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of his father's hand massing the soap in his fur. Once he was washed and rinsed, he wasn't surprise to feel his father press against his back, wrap his arms around him, and hold him, but he was surprise when a hand stroked his cock.\n\n \"Oh, fuck, dad,\" he said, feeling himself hardening. \n\n \"You have such a beautiful cock, Patrick. I want you to fuck me with it.\"\n\n He felt his father move, and Patrick turned. His dad was offering him his ass, tail raised. Patrick swallowed. \"I've never.\" \n\n His father looked at him over his shoulder. \"It's okay, you're cock's already slick. Just push it in, go at what ever speed you're comfortable.\" \n\n Patrick moved closer, and put his hands on his father's ass. It was firm, solid. The ass of someone who worked them out a lot. That thought made Patrick smile, did his father use his machine for that? Or did he just have a lot of guys fuck him?\n\n He rubbed his cock in the crack, moved it until it was against his father's hole and the slowly pushed it in. \"Oh fuck.\" He couldn't believe how hot it was in there. \n\n His father moaned.\n\n He continued pushing until he was all in. He couldn't quite recall what his father had done when he was fucking him, had he plunged right in, like this, or moved in and out? Still there hadn't been any resistance, and his father's moan certainly didn't sound like pain.\n\n He was panting by the time he was all in. He leaned on his father for a moment, wrapping his arms around him. This felt so nice, holding his father, like this, and being in him. This man had given him life, and now he got to return the favor, symbolically.\n\n He pulled out slowly, and and then pushed with a sigh. His father echoed him. Patrick kissed the back of his father's neck. He wanted to make this last all night, but he knew he couldn't. And he didn't know how much time he actually had before his mom started looking for him. He doubted they would be able to find many excuses to explain his absence.\n\n He picked up speed, and then reached lower to stroke his father's cock. It was already slick, and getting wetter as he stroked it.\n\n \"Fuck, Patrick, you feel so good inside me. Fuck me son, fuck me hard.\"\n\n Patrick's mind tingled at hearing being referred to his son. He picked up speed. And it didn't take him long to realize he couldn't do both. He couldn't fuck his father hard and stroke him, in this position. He let go of the cock, promising himself to finish him afterward, and straightened. He put both hands on his father's ass, gripped it and did as he was told. He fucked him hard, and fast.\n\n His father's moans turned into curses, so vulgar Patrick didn't think he could ever utter them. Hard and fast he went, in and out his father's ass.\n\n He felt the lightning build, and tried to hold it back. He wanted to make this last, but the lightning didn't listen. It exploded, the world became white, he felt his father shudder under him, and then nothing but pure bliss.\n\n When he came back to himself, he was slouched over his father's back, and he was holding one of his arm, keeping him from falling off him.\n\n \"You okay back there?\"\n\n Patrick couldn't reply immediately, but he was able to get his feet back under him.\n\n \"Did you pass out?\"\n\n \"I don't know, but the orgasm was so intense I did black out for a moment. How long was I out?\"\n\n \"Ten seconds I'd say.\"\n\n \"Thanks for catching me, dad.\" In getting his feet under him, Patrick had pulled out of his father, he was sorry about that. He had loved being in him. He reminded himself he was going to be in him again, it was just a question of time.\n\n \"I'd never let you fall, but I guess we've been over doing it, if you're blacking out.\"\n\n Patrick helped his father straightened. \"I think it happened every time. It happened when you sucked me off, I as just lucky to be well balance, so my hand on your head kept me up. Is this normal?\"\n\n \"I don't know. Maybe it's just because you started late? We've all had time to get used to it? We'll make sure not to be in any precarious positions next time.\"\n\n Patrick nodded, and pulled his father under the jet, which was still warm. \"Fuck, I can't believe there's any hot water left.\"\n\n \"We have a heat as you go system. We can fuck under the shower all day and never run out of water, of course, if we do that with all the family, hot water isn't really good, you want it cooler.\"\n\n Patrick chuckled. \"I can't believe you just told me the entire family has had sex together, and I'm okay with it.\"\n\n His father soaped his back, again. \"Welcome to the family, son.\"\n\n \"Just washing this time, okay? I can't afford to take too much time in here. Mom is going got wonder where I am.\"\n\n \"I promise.\"\n\n \"I know you guys are rich, but the utilities on a place like this can't be cheap.\"\n\n \"It isn't as expensive as you'd think. We have solar panels on the roof. We have a water reclamation system. We were hoping to be able to tap underground water, but this is California, there isn't any around here. You probably noticed how thick the walls are, there's a lot extra insulation, so we don't need to run the air conditioning as much.\n\n \"You're right, we are rich, but that doesn't mean we like being wasteful with our money.\"\n\n \"Sorry, i didn't mean to imply.\"\n\n \"I know, you're just curious. Trust me, if we hadn't been as ecologically savvy as we are on our own, Damian would have forced us to be.\"\n\n \"Really? He cares about he environment?\"\n\n \"Very much.\"\n\n \"But I thought he owned a bunch of companies.\"\n\n \"He does, and a lot of them are into solar and wind power. He also spends a lot of money pushing for better environmental protection laws.\"\n\n \"That doesn't seem to be working very well.\"\n\n \"I know, but he doesn't run the world yet, so we can't expect too much.\"\n\n Patrick looked at his dad. \"You're kidding. He's trying to take over the world?\"\n\n \"I am kidding. If I remember correctly his exact words were: 'I don't want to waste my time running this damned place. I just want to be in a position where I can kick those fucking politicians, and instead of them sending the cops after me, they are going to say thank you.\"\n\n \"Wow, that's harsh.\"\n\n \"You probably haven't realized it yet, but my brother is very big on efficiency, so the government system isn't something he likes all that much.\"\n\n \"Why is he so keen on saving the environment?\"\n\n His father didn't reply immediately. \"Do you mind if we tackle that another time? Answering that is goign to lead in a lot of other things that I don't think we have time to cover before your mother misses you.\"\n\n \"Okay.\" He rinsed off, and then washed his father.\n\n When they were both clean, he dressed, and his father put his speedo back on. Patrick went outside alone, to avoid his mother questioning about them being together. He was starting to realize he needed to tell her. He couldn't keep trying to hide this. But not tonight.\n\n \"Hey mom,\" He said as he joined her. She'd just finished recounting how he'd beaten up the neighborhood bully who had been pushing around the neighbor's daughter. Patrick had been ten, the bully fifteen. The bully had ended up in the hospital, the cops had been called, but Patrick had been cleared of any wrong doing.\n\n \"Hi hun, why are you dressed?\"\n\n \"It's nine, you have to work in the morning.\"\n\n \"It's that late? Already?\" she checked her watch. \"So it is. Where did the time go?\" she looked for he bag. \"I guess it is time for us to go.\"\n\n \"I can give you a ride home,\" Damian offered.\n\n Patrick looked at him in horror. He mouthed 'no, please, no'. He almost said he'd do anything, but his mother looked up.\n\n \"That's very kind of you Mister Orr, but I like taking the bus.\" She stood, and sniffed her son. \"Did you take a shower?\"\n\n \"Yes, I wanted to wash the chlorine out of my fur before getting dressed.\"\n\n \"That's good thinking.\"\n\n \"It was good meeting you,\" Damian said, kissing his mother's hand again. He offered his hand to Patrick. \"It was good finally meeting you too. The kids have told me a lot about you.\"\n\n Patrick hesitated a moment, and then shook his uncle's hand. \"It was good meeting you too.\"\n\n \"Hopefully, next time you can meet my other brothers too.\"\n\n Before Patrick could say anything, everyone was over to wish him a good night. He was hugged, he shook hands, and promises were whispered in his ear. He was really happy his mother was busy saying goodbye to her new friends, that way she didn't notice him blushing.\n\n * * * * *\n\n \"Hey Bruce, I can't come in tonight.\"\n\n \"What? Why are you just telling me this now? You're leaving me in a bind here.\"\n\n \"Come on, it's Wednesday, the bar's always dead on Wednesdays. Steven can bounce if one of the two people there gets rowdy.\"\n\n \"Alright, but I hope this isn't going to be become a habit.\" Bruce tone's was actually serious.\n\n \"Bruce, in the four years I've bounced, I've only asked for two days off.\"\n\n \"In the last year.\"\n\n \"You do realize that if you were paying me above board, you'd have to give me the weekends off, and two weeks vacation, right?\"\n\n Bruce chuckled. \"Okay, okay. You've made your point. I'll see you tomorrow night then?\"\n\n \"Yeah, and I need to ask a favor. If my mom calls you. Tell her I'm working, but I'm not around at the moment. If she really needs to talk to me, call my cell and I'll call her back.\"\n\n \"What's going on, Patrick?\"\n\n \"Just do that for me, Please. And if she asks about it, confirm that you need me to work late.\"\n\n Bruce was silent for a long moment. \"Wait. Are you getting laid tonight?\"\n\n Patrick hesitated a moment. \"Why would you think that?\"\n\n \"Oh my God, you are.\" The smiled he had to be wearing could be heard on his voice. \"Why don't you want your mom to know? She doesn't approve of her?\"\n\n \"Him,\" Patrick said, just stopping himself from saying 'them'. He hadn't actually mean to admit that to Bruce. The long silence that followed worried him. \"Bruce? Are we okay?\"\n\n \"What? Yes, of course. What do I care if you bed guys instead of girls. I'm just surprised, that's all. I never saw that coming, that's all.\"\n\n \"So, you're good with covering for me with my mom?\"\n\n \"Yes, yes. Of course.\"\n\n \"Thanks, Bruce, you're the best.\"\n\n \"Don't you forget it.\"\n\n That call made, he had to make another one, and everything would be setup.\n\n \"Joey's Junk, Joey speaking.\"\n\n \"Joey, Patrick.\"\n\n \"Hey Patrick, long time. You calling cause you need work?\"\n\n \"No, actually, I need a favor. If my mom calls you tomorrow, I need you to tell her I'm somewhere in the yard and can't come to the phone.\"\n\n \"You in trouble, or something?\"\n\n \"No. Nothing like that. I just don't want her worrying.\"\n\n \"You got me worrying now.\"\n\n \"I told you, I'm not in trouble, or doing anything that's going to get me in trouble. I'm going to be seeing someone.\" He figured he had to admit at least that much, or Joey would really worry.\n\n \"Well, you lucky cat. Why didn't you say that from the get go, of course I'll cover from you.\"\n\n \"Thanks joey, I owe you one.\"\n\n \"Don't worry about it.\"\n\n There, his absence was covered. He wished he'd been able to set that up right after the birthday party, but he really hadn't wanted his mom to find out. He quickly wrote on a piece of paper that he was out, would be going directly going to work, and Joey needed him to work at the scrap yard tomorrow. He stuck it on the fridge with one of the multiple pizza place advertising magnet that was stuck on there.\n\n Then he checked the time. He had ten minutes left. He packed a small over night bag, and the sport car was in front of the house as he got out.\n\n \"Hey son, you ready?\"\n\n \"You bet, dad.\" Patrick got in the passenger seat, and his father reached over to cup his face. \"No here dad,\" He said before his father's hand was too close. He knew what he wanted to do. \"If one of the neighbors sees us, it's going to get back to my mom before we've left the neighborhood.\"\n\n His father nodded. \"You know you're going to have to tell her, at some point.\"\n\n \"I know. I'm just not ready. I'm waiting for the right time.\"\n\n His dad glanced at him, before getting the car moving. \"It's never going to come. If that's at you're waiting for, you're always going to find a reason why now isn't it.\"\n\n Patrick sighed. \"I know, it's just that things are finally going well for her, I don't want to ruin things.\"\n\n \"If she feels things are ruined for her because you get her to confront the fact that you are gay, I won't think much of your mother.\"\n\n \"What do you think of her now?\"\n\n \"I think she did the best of a not too good situation. She raised you to be a good person, which can't be easy in this part of town.\"\n\n \"She also raised me to think being gay was a sin.\"\n\n \"Like I keep telling Damian, no one's perfect. You were able to work around that. I don't dislike her, Patrick. I just don't think I can be friends with her.\"\n\n \"I know. I wish we all could, but I don't see her ever accepting our lifestyle.\"\n\n They drove in silence for a time. Then the car turned into an empty lot between buildings. \"You ever had sex on the hood of a car?\" his dad asked, as he brought the car to a stop.\n\n Patrick chuckled. \"Of course not. I'll remind you I had sex for the first time three days ago.\"\n\n \"A lot can happen in three days.\" He got out of the car.\n\n Patrick got out too, and looked around. A brick housing building on each side, four stories high, with boarded up windows each open end of the lot showed an quiet street. There might have been a building here, at one time, now, it was paved, and by the lines on the ground was used as parking, although they were the only ones there at the moment.\n\n \"What are we doing here, dad?\"\n\n His father grabbed his hand and pulled him to him. \"I'm going to fuck you in the hood of the car\"\n\n \"What? Here? What if someone comes by?\"\n\n His father grinned at him. \"No one ever comes here.\"\n\n \"How do you know?\"\n\n \"You're not the first guy I'm fucked here.\" He paused. \"You're not even the first of my sons.\"\n\n That didn't surprise Patrick, while he hadn't seen any of his family having sex together, the idea they did felt a lot more normal, now that he had had sex with both his fathers.\n\n His father kissed him, and pushed him back until he was sitting on the hood. It was warm, but not burning hot, which surprised Patrick. He kissed his father back, loving the strength behind the kiss. He panicked a little when he felt him undo his pants.\n\n \"Dad, you can't be serious, we're in public. Oh fuck.\"\n\n His father had reached in his pants and was stroking him.\n\n \"Who cares, if someone stumbles on us, they can enjoy the show.\" He had Patrick fully hard now, and he was pulling his pants down even lower with his free hand.\n\n \"We could be arrested,\" Patrick panted.\n\n \"I'll just pay off the cops.\"\n\n Is this what being rich did to people, they felt they could do anything, anywhere? This was so fucking wrong. So why wasn't he saying no already?\n\n His father bit his neck, and Patrick moaned. He kicked off his shoes and then wriggled a leg out of his pants. \"Fuck me dad.\"\n\n He was pushed on his back. His father undid his pants just enough to get his cock out, revealed he had a small bottle of lube in his hand, and lubed himself up.\n\n Patrick couldn't believe they were about to do this.\n\n His father slowly entered him, and Patrick groaned. When he was halfway in, Patrick wrapped his legs around his father and pushed him in completely, which made them both gasp.\n\n \"Fuck dad. If we get caught, I am so killing you. Now fuck me.\"\n\n His father smiled at him, and proceeded to pound his ass. Patrick tried to be quiet, but his father was fucking him much harder than he had at the house. And soon, Patrick's gasps and moans joined his father's grunts and groans, reverberating on the walls.\n\n His father wrapped a hand on his cock, and Patrick cursed. He wrapped his armed around his father's neck, and pulled him close, but instead of kissing him, he brought his muzzle next to his ear.\n\n \"You son of a bitch,\" Patrick panted, pleasure building. \"You fucking son of a bitch. This isn't fair.\" A shudder traversed his body, and he fought the lightning. \"Of God, of fuck. Harder, dad. Harder!\" This felt so fucking good. It didn't matter they might be caught. Right now all he wanted was to feel this forever.\n\n He lightning clashed with his will. Why had he told his dad to go faster, this was getting to be too much. Pleasure shook his body.\n\n Oh, yeah, that's why.\n\n To avoid screaming, he clamped down on his father's shoulder, and the lightning exploded. This time, he didn't completely black out. He could see lightning bolts all around them, his body felt like the lighting was coursing through him, and it felt so fucking good.\n\n He had no idea how long that lasted, but somewhere during the lightning show, he felt his father shudder over him, his cock pulsating inside him, then only pleasure.\n\n And then the lightning was gone.\n\n He and his father were panting. His shirt had strings of cum on it, and he felt amazing. His father looked down at him, a silly grin on his face.\n\n \"What?\" Patrick asked.\n\n \"If anyone catches us now, it's your fault. That roar still has my ear ringing.\"\n\n He'd roared? He was sure he'd bitten in his father's shoulder to avoid that. He felt himself blush. \"I'm sorry, I tried not to.\"\n\n \"That's okay. This place is deserted for blocks around, except for the squatters, and I figure that with the life they are having, they can enjoy a good show. You're beautiful, you know that?\"\n\n He blushed a little more at that. He knew he was good looking enough, but to hear your father say it, while still buried in you, gave it a lot more meaning. He kissed him, slowly, tenderly, lovingly. \n\n Fuck he loved his father.\n\n \"Aren't the others going to wonder what's keeping us?\" Patrick asked.\n\n His father chuckled. \"Oh, I wouldn't worry. They'll figured we stopped somewhere to fuck.\" He slowly pulled out. \"Don't move.\" He leaned down, and licked his belly clean. Then he threaded Patrick's leg back in his pants and pulled them up. \"We're going to have to talk you out of wearing underwear, they're a waste of time.\"\n\n Patrick's ears moved forward. \"You expect me to free ball?\"\n\n \"I think you should.\" He buttoned up Patrick's jeans. And did his own jeans.\n\n \"Don't hold you breath dad. I am not putting my junk in danger of catching in a zipper.\" He stretched. He couldn't believe he felt better, after being fucked like that.\n\n \"It's never happened to anyone in the family.\"\n\n Patrick put a hand on the door handle, and looked at his father over the roof of the car. \"That's because your whole family's got super powers, you realize that, right? No one normal can do what you guys can.\"\n\n His father looked back at him. \"You're forgetting a small detail.\"\n\n \"Yeah? What?\"\n\n \"You're part of that same family.\" He got in the car.\n\n Patrick stood there. Yeah, he had forgotten that. \"I don't care. I'm not free balling it.\" He got in the car.\n\n * * * * *\n\n The car came to a stop in the garage, the door closed, and the engine turned off. Patrick didn't move. This was it. He hadn't expected to be apprehensive.\n\n \"You okay?\"\n\n \"Just a little worried. This is going to be an orgy. Having sex with the two of you was one thing, I love you, but . . .\" He really wasn't sure why he was hesitant, now that he was here.\n\n \"You don't love your brothers?\"\n\n \"I don't know. I like them well enough, from the times we've hung out together over the last year, but I don't know if I can say that I love them.\"\n\n \"I know they love you.\"\n\n \"I know. But do they just love me cause they know they're going to have sex with me?\"\n\n \"No, I can promise that to you. They love you for who you are. The sex is just one of the way we demonstrate it.\" He got out of the car, and so did Patrick. \"Just give them a chance for them to show you. They've been really looking forward to today.\"\n\n \"So, should I just get naked now?\"\n\n \"No, let them take your clothes off for you.\"\n\n They went up the stairs, and his father guided him to the living room. Patrick stopped in the opening. The seat and sofas had been repositions in a semi circle, at the back from where he was, facing him. Every seat was taken by a naked tiger, stroking himself or his neighbor.\n\n This was rather intimidating.\n\n His father stood and walked to him. \"Hello Patrick.\" He took his head in his hands and kissed him tenderly. \"Welcome home.\" He guided Patrick closer to the seats. \"There's only one person here you haven't met yet.\"\n\n A tiger stood. Of all of them, Patrick included, he was the only one whose muscles weren't defined, he had them, but there was a layer of fat over them, softening his shape.\n\n \"Hi Patrick. I'm Dominic.\" He kissed him, the kiss was gentle, but there was an underlying hunger to it. \"It's a pleasure to finally kiss you.\" He took back his seat, and put a hand to Damian's cock.\n\n \"Is this the whole family?\" Patrick asked, looking everyone over. It was the first time he'd seen any of them naked. His other dad hadn't come back yet.\n\n \"No. You have two great uncles. They live in New York, they're too old to travel, and they wouldn't really have been able to participate.\"\n\n \"Bobby could,\" Damian said. \"His kids are looking after him.\n\n \"Kids? I have more family members?\"\n\n \"No, Bobby's kids are the children he educated over the years,\" he father said. \"Now grown up. They really care about him.\"\n\n \"Byron lives with his boyfriend.\"\n\n \"And Dietrich couldn't make it,\" Dominic said.\n\n \"Why?\"\n\n \"He's in Rehab,\" Damian answered. \"And I'm not letting him out until he's well and dry.\"\n\n \"Dietrich's had a rough life, which led to him having problems with alcohol and drugs,\" his father added.\n\n Patrick could see Damian wanted to add something, but he didn't.\n\n Arthur stood, grabbed the cushion he had been sitting on and threw it to the floor. More joined it as his other brother's stood.\n\n \"What happens now?\" Patrick asked. He was looking at Arthur, his smaller size made his cock look much bigger.\n\n \"Now,\" his father said. \"Your brothers show you how much they love you.\"\n\n Arthur stood before him, grabbed his jacket, and pulled him down so they could kiss. It was a passionate kiss, their tongue playing together. When they broke the kiss, they were both panting lightly. Arthur pulled off Patrick's jacked, someone else pulled his t-shirt off.\n\n \"I thought I was too old for you,\" he told Arthur, smiling.\n\n \"Oh, I do like young teens, but as you have to know by now. None of us is restricted to our eccentricity. I said that at the party, because I knew you really wanted dad.\"\n\n \"Thanks. How about you go first now?\"\n\n \"He means second,\" Anakin said, as he undid Patrick's jeans. \"He had sex with dad.\"\n\n \"Shot on his t-shirt,\" someone behind him said. It sounded like Alexander.\n\n \"If anyone here is surprise about that,\" Patrick found himself saying, \"you haven't seen dad naked recently.\" Laugher responded.\n\n \"I'll be honored to be the first of your brother to show how much he loves you,\" Arthur said, once the laughter died out. He led Patrick to the cushions, which had been rearranged to make a large bed on the floor. Patrick laid down, Arthur knelt between his legs, and someone handed him a bottle of lube.\n\n \"You ready?\" Arthur asked, lubing his cock. Patrick nodded, and his brother pressed in. Patrick realized at that moment that Arthur's cock didn't just seem to be larger, it was. He was larger than their father.\n\n \"Oh fuck,\" Patrick sighed, as Arthur's balls touched his. Then his brother started fucking him, no, that wasn't right. He started making love to him. He was moving slowly, but it wasn't just his cock that was moving. His hands were roaming his chest, sides, and legs. His kissed his foot, nibbled on his calf, licked his toes.\n\n His father had fucked him in a way that made him feel possessed and safe. He'd fucked his father as something new and exciting. This was making him feel loved.\n\n He gasped as he felt a mouth on his cock, and looked to see Aiden sucking him off. His head rolled back and a moan escaped him. He felt something on his muzzle. Albert was kneeling next to him, rubbing his cock on his lips. Patrick didn't even hesitate, he opened his muzzle to take the tip. The fact he'd never had a cock in his mouth before didn't bother him. He was with his family, what ever happened here, tonight, was because they loved each other.\n\n As he sucked Aiden's cock, he felt something on a hand, balls. Which he massaged, and then a lubed cock. He wrapped his fingers around it. He couldn't move much, so the owner of the cock fucked his hand instead. He couldn't see who it was. He didn't care.\n\n The lightning hit out of no where. He tensed, and the world exploded.\n\n He never came back fully down. The lightning never fully went away. He rode waves after waves of pleasure. Cocks moved around, he changes position, but the pleasure never stopped. It just kept coming as everyone in his family fucked him, stroked him, sucked him, and in returned was fucked, sucked and stroked by him.\n\n * * * * *\n\n When Patrick opened his eyes, he wasn't sure he was awake. His body was vibrating, and lightning still swam in his sight. He was lying on the floor, on cushions, he could tell that, and bodies were next to him, over him, around him. He could feel a hand on his cock . . . No that was a mouth. He could feel his fur was matted, probably with cum, no, not cum, at least not much of it, when ever some had landed on him, it had been immediately been licked off.\n\n He carefully disentangled himself from the bodies, careful not to wake anyone, yet surprised when he managed it. He stood, and his body creaked, popped, and cracked. His ass hurt, his cock was sore, his jaw felt like it might have dislocated at one point.\n\n How the hell had he survived the night?\n\n Oh, right, he was an Orr. Super powers.\n\n That was the only explanation he could come up with. No one normal could have survived this orgy. He counted on his fingers as he walked in the hallway, heading for the bathroom. Eleven guys.\n\n Eleven guys had fucked him, more than once, he was sure of that. He had fucked each one of them in return. Been sucked off, jacked off.\n\n Yeah, that had to be it. He has sex super powers.\n\n He smelled coffee as he walked by the kitchen, and turned in there.\n\n \"Can I get one of those?\" he asked, and his father looked over his shoulder.\n\n \"Sure, how do you like it?\"\n\n \"Black.\"\n\n He took another cup out and filled it, handing it to him.\n\n \"How are you feeling?\"\n\n \"I'll let you know when Reality settles back in.\" He took a sip, fuck that was good coffee. \"I think I'm high, right now\"\n\n His father tilted an ear in his direction.\n\n \"My body's vibrating, and I'm pretty confident I've developed sex super powers.\"\n\n \"That would be fun powers to have.\"\n\n \"What do you mean. I'm pretty sure you all have them.\"\n\n His father gave him an enigmatic smile.\n\n They sipped their coffee in silence for a moment.\n\n \"Dad? What's the deal with Damian?\" He was high, that was the only reason he dared ask the question, that had to be it.\n\n \"What do you mean?\"\n\n \"Well, one minute he's all polite and suave, like with my mom, then he's a cold jerk, scaring Anakin to his room. No one can turn it on and off like that.\"\n\n His father looked at him, leaning back against the counter. Patrick thought about sitting down, but he didn't think his ass could take it.\n\n \"I'm not sure your ready to hear about that.\"\n\n \"Dad,\" Patrick said with a sigh. \"Arthur wouldn't tell me, because he said I had to be comfortable with having sex with the family. Well I am, trust me about that. So I want to know about Damian. The lot of you are scared of him. I know Aaron is terrified of him, he wont get close to him. That camping trip is scaring Adam. I don't get why he's going if he's that scared.\"\n\n \"He had to agree to it, to see under the hood of Damian's car.\"\n\n \"Dad. You realize that makes no sense, right? It's just a car. I know Adam loves them, but still.\"\n\n His father sighed.\n\n \"Alright. First off. You need to know that my brother is a genius.\"\n\n \"What? Like that black hole guy?\"\n\n \"Hawking? No. That guy's an idiot compared to Damian. When Damian was eight. They threw all the IQ tests at him, and he aced them all. Then they started throwing problems at him, mostly math. The only time he didn't get the answers right, was when the answers the guys who had come up with the problems had made mistakes. And Damian fixed them. No one knows how smart my brother is.\"\n\n \"Then why isn't he a scientist or something? He just runs a company. If he's that smart, why is he just doing that?\"\n\n \"My brother is a sociopath.\"\n\n \"What do you mean?\"\n\n \"He's a sociopath. He doesn't have any empathy for other people. He doesn't actually care for any of us.\"\n\n \"That doesn't make any sense. I've seen him act around you. Sure, he can be cold, but he loves you guys.\"\n\n \"It's an act. All of it.\"\n\n \"Wait, a sociopath, that's like those . . .\" He didn't get to finish saying it. He felt the cup slipped from his hand, but he didn't didn't hear it shatter on the floor. \n\n * * * * *\n\n He was back in the car, trying to get out.\n\n \"You're not getting out of the car unless I let you,\" that dispassionate voice said. His cold blue eyes were looking in him, like they were wondering how to cut him up.\n\n \"What are you going to do to me?\" he'd asked, certain he was about to die.\n\n * * * * *\n\n He was shaking, someone as holding him.\n\n \"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.\" Someone was saying. It was him.\n\n \"Everything's okay, Patrick. You're safe.\"\n\n \"I was alone in the car with him. Oh God, he could have killed me. I would just have disappeared, no one would have known.\"\n\n \"You're safe Patrick. None of that would have happened.\"\n\n He pushed his father away. \"How the fuck do you know that? He's a sociopath, he could have cut me up in little pieces and not given a damn.\" He realized there his foot was in something wet. He looked down, not hearing what his father was saying. There was the pool of coffee, but there was another liquid, slowly mixing with it. He noticed the inside of his leg was wet, then he caught the scent.\n\n \"I pissed myself.\"\n\n \"What?\"\n\n \"He said that when I'd learn about him, I'd piss myself. I did.\" He looked up at his father. \"How can you let a man like that in your house, let him be around you kids? Aren't you afraid of what he's going to do to them? To Adam?\"\n\n His father gently grabbed his shoulders. \"Patrick. You need to understand. Damian isn't a threat to you, or anyone in this family.\"\n\n \"How can you know that?\"\n\n \"Because he promised our father he would look after us.\"\n\n 'He made me promise that I'd look after my family.' Patrick remembered Damian telling him that.\n\n \"But you said he doesn't actually care about anyone.\"\n\n \"He doesn't, but promises are extremely important to him. He never breaks them. You'll notice that he doesn't make many of them, as you get to know him, but when he does, he keeps them. It's how he's able to function.\"\n\n \"But aren't sociopath liars and killers?\"\n\n \"Sociopaths don't have the predilection for violence. Those are psychopath. Damian doesn't like violence. He considers it a failure on his part if he has to resort to it.\" He pushed him toward the hall. \"Lets get you in the shower.\"\n\n \"What about the mess?\"\n\n \"I'll clean it up afterward, don't worry about it.\"\n\n \"If he looks out for you, why are you all so afraid of him?\" Patrick asked, once they were in the bathroom.\n\n \"Because, while he will never hurt one of us physically, He can be emotionally brutal. He doesn't like it when we limit ourselves, so he tends to take it upon himself to resolve the situation.\"\n\n \"Has he ever done that to you?\"\n\n Donald was about to say no, but a memory surfaces. He was ten, and he was holding his security blanket. Damian entered this room, yanked it out of his hand, ran outside and threw it in the fire. Donald had hated him then. That blanket had been the only way he was able to deal with crowds and other people.\n\n Without it, Donald had to learn to deal with them directly. Damian had helped him grow up, but Donald found that there was still some hate deep down toward his brother.\n\n \"Yeah, he did.\" They stepped under the hot water jet.\n\n \"I'm never going to let him to that to me,\" Patrick stated, and then sighed. \"That's a lie, isn't it. If he decides he wants to do something to me, I won't be able to stop him, will I.\"\n\n His father held him. He didn't say anything, there was nothing he could say.\n\n * * * * *\n\n Alexander Drove Patrick home.\n\n Very little was said during the ride, Patrick was still reeling from the previous day, night and today. The sex, the revelation, and more sex. He was exhausted, but he wasn't tired. He didn't know how he was going to deal with work, let along the conversation he was going to have with his mother.\n\n He invited his brother in, and showed him around. Alexander didn't say anything, but it was obvious to Patrick he found such a small place, with everything so close together strange. When they got to his bedroom, Patrick kissed him, undressed them and they had sex.\n\n As amazing as fucking with the whole family had been, it had been so overwhelming that he couldn't really remember details. Now, he wanted to experience each of his brothers individually.\n\n After the sex, they talked. Alexander of how he wanted to a police officer, which surprised Patrick, since that seemed to be such a blue collar job. Patrick told him of working at the bar, and the scrap yard, which seemed to enthrall his brother. He talked of drunk trouble makers, of girls hitting on him.\n\n An hour later, Alexander left, and Patrick set about getting dinner ready. It was almost five, and his mom was usually home by five thirty. He made a casserole, it was quick and simple, and he could leave it in the over to stay warm.\n\n He was sitting at he table when the door open, he jumped. As much as he tried to calm his nerves, he was on edge.\n\n \"Something smells good hon,\" his mother said. Not long after that she looked in the kitchen. \"I'm going to be back in a bit, I want to change first.\"\n\n \"Please sit down, mom.\"\n\n \"Is everything alright?\"\n\n \"Yeah, it is.\" Although how long it was going to remained that way, he wasn't sure. \"We need to have a talk.\"\n\n She looked at him, concerned, and sat.\n\n \"Mom, I'm gay.\"\n\n She had a moment of surprise, an then waved dismissively. \"Honey, we've already had this discussion.\"\n\n \"No, mom, we haven't. We've spent this last year specifically not having this discussion. I can't take it anymore. I'm gay.\"\n\n She was getting uncomfortable. \"I know Patrick, but that doesn't mean you have to do anything about it.\"\n\n \"I have sex with guys, mom. I have done something about it, and I'm going to do it again.\"\n\n \"What? How could you do that?\"\n\n \"I did it because I enjoy it.\"\n\n \"Did they put you up to that? Did those two perverts force you into this?\"\n\n \"Stop it!\" Patrick slammed his hand on the table, and she jumped. Damn it, he didn't want to get angry at her. He breathed and reigned in his temper. \"This isn't about them, this is about me. About who I am.\"\n\n She stood. \"I don't want to hear about this. This conversation is over. Do you hear me?\"\n\n \"I brought a guy home, earlier today. We has sex in my bed.\"\n\n \"What?\" she stared at him. \"How could you do that to me?\" \n\n \"I didn't do anything to you mom.\"\n\n \"No! I will not have a fag for a son, do you hear me, take it back!\"\n\n It hurt. He would have preferred she slapped him, instead of saying those words. Claws across the chest would have been less painful.\n\n He tried to keep his eyes dry, but he could feel them getting wet. He wanted to tell her that he wasn't a fag. He would never be a fag. But the anger on her face kept him from saying anything.\n\n He nodded and stood. He was half way to his room when she spoke.\n\n \"Where are you going?\"\n\n He stopped. It took him a moment to have enough control over his voice, he thought he could talk. \"I'm going to pack a bag. I'll be out of here in a minute.\"\n\n \"Wait, stop.\" She sounded confuse.\n\n He turned, an she had a hand to her mouth. He could feel the tears running down his face.\n\n \"Patrick . . . I . . .\"\n\n \"Mom, I can't do this anymore. I won't deny who I am. I can't. I know this hurts you, and I'm sorry, but I have to think about my happiness.\"\n\n \"What about your soul, Patrick.\" Her voice was weak, afraid.\n\n He though about how to answer it. He knew how he felt about that, but that wouldn't make the point that this was his decision. \"What about it?\" he said finally.\n\n \"I don't want you to be damned.\"\n\n \"Isn't that my problem to deal with, mom?\" He stopped, he hadn't meant that to sound as harsh. \"Mom. My soul's going to be fine. I'm still a good person. I'm still the person God made me to be. He made me this way, mom. I'm not possessed, I'm not being influence. I'm the guy God made.\"\n\n \"But the bible says . . .\"\n\n He interrupted with a chuckle. He hadn't meant to do that. \"Can we leave the bible out of this mom?\"\n\n She looked at him, eyes wide. She probably had never expected him to dare say something like that. The bible was sacred.\n\n \"Are you kicking me out?\" his voice broke on the last word. He should be able to control his voice, damn it. He wasn't a kid anymore. And yet, that's exactly how he felt right now. He felt like a child, trying to explain to his mother that the punishment was unjust. That he had done nothing wrong.\n\n Her eyes were getting wet. She shook her head.\n\n He ran to her, and hugged her tightly. \"Thank you.\" He was crying again, and she was too.\n\n When they weren't crying anymore, he released her. He pulled a well worn piece of paper from his back pocket, and put it in her hands. He didn't need it anymore. He knew the number by heart, after all the times he'd called her.\n\n \"What's this?\" she asked,\n\n \"It's the number for Mother Rosetta. She'd a priest in a different parish. I think you should talk to her. She has a different point of view on God. I think she can help you.\" He kissed the top of her head. \"I need to go to work, mom. But we need to talk about this some more. Okay?\"\n\n She nodded.\n\n He went to his room to grab his jacket. When he walked by the kitchen on his way out, she was sitting at the table, the number in one hand, her phone in the other.",
"writing_bbcode_parsed": " This time Patrick didn't go to the door. When he, and his mother, had been invited to celebrate his birthday with his siblings, the instructions had been to follow the path to the side of the house and enter there, by the gate.
Patrick was nervous, but also eager, he'd never had a birthday party before. When he'd been young, his mother had just been to busy, she would bring him a cake, an they would watch a movie. As he got older, his friends would try to get him to sneak in a club with them, but those places had never appealed to him, and he had to work to help his mom with the bills. In recent years, the few friends he still had would show up at the bar and share a drink with him. That had been the extent of things.
This was going to be his first God to honest party, and a pool party on top of of that.
The sound of people became audible before they reached the gate, he had jeans on, a t-shirt and his usual jacket, even in this warm mid march day. He had his trunks, towels and a few toiletries in his backpack. His mother had fussed for hours over what to wear, She ended up going to a store and buying a hundred dollar dress. It was a nice looking one, Patrick thought, a beautiful spring flower pattern on a light pink background. He did think it was too expensive, but as far as he knew, this was the first time his mother had treated herself to something nice. Even after her raise, she still lived as frugally as when they could barely afford to pay the bills.
He didn't say anything about the price. She deserved to treat herself.
He pushed the wooden gate, and stepped into a yard as large as his entire block. The pool was toward the back, and had a bunch of people splashing in it. There was a lot more people than Patrick expected. He located his fathers, as he walked toward the large table. They were at the grill, wearing only gray speedos. Patrick stopped moving, both because he'd reached the table, and because the sight of his fathers froze him in place.
Their chest and shoulders were broad, well muscles, and the fur rippled as they moved. They were laughing at something. His eyes stopped at the crotch, when one of them turned, and his breath caught. The package there was ample, and he felt himself react to it.
"Hey, Patrick's here!" the man said, and Patrick snapped back. His brothers came to greet him. They stepped aside for one of the adults. Damian. Patrick worried about what he might do, but he took his mother's hand and kissed the top of it.
"Misses Sanders, It's a pleasure to finally meet you. I have to say you have done an amazing job raising your son."
Patrick couldn't believe his mother blushed. "Thank you, mister?"
"Damian," he said, with a charming smile. He pointed to the two by the grill with a thumb. "I'm those two's brother."
"Damian!" a woman in th pool called, "come on!"
"If you'll excuse me, duty calls." Damian ran to the pool, threw himself in the air, made himself in to a ball and bombed in the water, to the laughter of everyone in the pool. Only now did Patrick notice there was a lot of girls. He felt his heart sink.
He felt someone take his hand, and saw it was Arthur, who pulled him toward the house.
"Where do you think you're going?" Margarette asked.
"I'm going to show Patrick where he can change. We'll be right back."
Patrick saw one of the woman attract his mother's attention, and then he was in the house. Arthur lead him to a bedroom.
Patrick sat on the bed, and dropped his bag on the floor.
There were girls. He couldn't believe it. And then, what he'd been expecting to happen hit him. He fell back on the bed. "Ah fuck, this is stupid. My mom's here, of course this wasn't going to turn into a sex party."
"You okay?" Arthur sat next to him, and put a hand on his leg.
Patrick's leg tingled from the touch. "I'm okay," He said, and sat up. "I just realized that I was really hoping today would be the day. With it being my birthday and all." He looked at Arthur, and a thought occurred to him. They were alone, and his mother probably wouldn't come looking for him, not was a while, anyway. "Arthur, would you have sex with me?"
Arthur smiled at him, and placed a hand on his cheek. "You're a little old for me," he said.
"I am? I'm the same age as you?" the rejection hurt more than he'd expected.
"I prefer my guys in the thirteen to fourteen range, sorry. But it isn't me you want, is it?"
Patrick opened his mouth to protest, but the dreams came back, they started different ways, but they always ended with him gazing in his father's eyes.
Patrick looked away. "How did you know?"
"The way you were eating them up with your eyes, when you got here. They're yummy, but you looked at them like you hadn't eaten anything for weeks."
"Fuck. I guess everyone noticed too."
Arthur squeezed his leg. "The only ones who noticed, don't care. Trust me on that."
"I really hope so. If my mom realize I have the hots for my fathers, she's going to kill me. She's pretty much put that meeting out of her mind and decided I'm normal."
"You haven't told her?"
"I don't know how. Things are finally starting to go well for her, I don't want to ruin it by forcing her to deal with the fact I am indeed gay."
"Then don't worry, no matter what happens here, she won't find out."
"Thanks."
"Now, which one do you want for your first time?"
Patrick just looked at him. "What do you mean."
"You want dad, but I don't think I can manage to get both of him in here, not without your mom realizing something. So you're going to have to pick one."
Patrick saw those eyes, in his mind, he could feel strong hands on his ass, and gulped. "Does it matter?" he whispered, having trouble believing what Arthur was proposing.
"A little. If you want to fuck dad, then you want Daniel. If you want to be fucked by him, you want Donald."
Patrick felt the heat in his face, and ears, as he remembered the scenes he kept playing out, as he'd tried the dildo he'd bought two month ago. No matter what he tried to imagine, it always gave back to his father on top of him.
"Donald," he whispered.
He felt the peck on his cheek, and Arthur left.
Left alone, Patrick tried to decide if this was a mistake. It was one thing to admit, and accept that he was gay, but wasn't having sex with your own father a whole new level of wrong? Except it was possible he wasn't actually his father. Did it actually matter if he was or not? He still represented his father, either way.
Patrick hadn't figured things out when the door opened, and his father entered. "Arthur said you needed to see me?"
Patrick looked at his father, standing there, with slight worry on his face. There was his father, the man who had conceived him. He hadn't been there to raise him, but he could see the love in his eyes, with the concern. Patrick knew that this man would be there for him, form now on. He could ask him anything, and if it was within his power, he would make it happen.
Patrick ran to him and wrapped his arms around him, squeezing so tight he might choke him.
"Are you okay?" his father asked.
"I'm scared, dad." He felt arms go around him and hold him close. "I want you so badly, it scares me."
"It's okay Patrick, you don't have to do anything."
"I want to dad. I've been dreaming about this for months now." He looked up, tears flowing. "I've never had a dad. For years I thought I had the memories of one, but that was a lie. You're here. You're my dad. I want to feel how much you love me."
"Patrick, are you sure it's . . ."
Patrick didn't let him finish, he kissed him, hard. It wasn't chaste kiss either. It was hungry, it was famished. His father didn't hesitate, he kissed him back. The arms on his back moved lower, He felt them on his ass, and then they squeezes. Patrick gasped, and through he was going to cum right there.
He felt himself being lifted, and he couldn't believe how strong his father was, he wasn't exactly light, with all the muscle he had, but his father was also muscular. He was deposited on the bed. He looked at his father as he stepped away, and noticed that the bulge in his speedo as now a line, thick and long, with a wet spot at the end.
His father straddled him, and pulled the t-shirt over Patrick's head. He kissed him again, it was lighter this time, gentler. When he broke the kiss, his father looked at him, his expression a little more serious.
"First rule of sex in this family, Patrick. No means no. If at any time you aren't comfortable with what's happening. You tell me, and we stop. You weren't educated by us, so I don't want you to feel you have to do this."
Patrick put a finger on his father's lips. "I get it, dad. No means no. You can shut up now. Just love me."
His father looked him in the eyes, an then lowered himself. He didn't kiss him this time, he bit his neck and Patrick gasped. He felt the teeth against his skin, his brain was sending so much conflicting information he couldn't move. He was safe with his father. The bite actually felt good. Bitting was a threat to his life. By the time his father release his neck, he was panting as hard as his cock was.
His father moved down, lightly bitting his flesh until he reached Patrick's nipples. He knew what was coming, he had played with his nipples before, and he knew they were sensitive, but he still wasn't prepared for the lightning that coursed through them when his father started sucking on one, then the other. And the light bites made him arc his back.
Patrick couldn't speak, he could barely think.
He only became aware his jeans were undone when his father released his nipples and moved lower, pushing them down as he moved. His father stood and pulled them off Patrick completely. He looked up at him, and his father's speedo was gone. He could see this father's cock, erect, proud and leaking. The only thing he could think about was how beautiful his father was. How much he wanted what was coming.
The jeans went flying, and Patrick closed his eyes, eagerly waiting for what was coming. He gasped, and opened his eyes as he felt a hot mouth on his cock. He looked down to see his father deep throating him. He moaned, fuck this felt good. No wonder the guys were always going on about blow jobs.
"Oh fuck, Dad." The words escaped his mouth unbidden. His father's mouth, his tongue, they felt heavenly, moving on his cock.
He was so distracted by the sensation his cock was flooding him with, that he barely felt the finger pressing at his ass. He gasped as it popped in, and then he was just moaning, just more pleasurable feelings added to the mix.
He put his hands on the top of his father's head and started thrusting in his mouth. Fuck this felt good. His movement made the finger go deeper, and every so often, it sent lightning through his cock, even if it wasn't any where near it.
He was panting now, he couldn't believe he'd lasted this long, no one could endure so much pleasure, could they? The last thing he wondered before the world exploded with lightning was 'why did I wait so long to do this?'
As far as Patrick was concerned, he stopped existing for a while. All he was, was the lightning of pleasure, coursing through the world.
When he started breathing again, his father was still nursing on his cock, and it felt good, for a while, until. "Dad. You have to stop," he panted. "If you don't I think I'm going to piss."
His father stopped, and released his now flaccid cock. "How was that?" he asked.
"That was amazing," Patrick replied. "It wasn't what I was expecting though."
"Really?"
"Yeah, Arthur said you were the one to have if I wanted to be fucked."
"That's true, I'm a top, but you wanted me to show you how much I love you. I don't express my love just by shoving my cock up your ass." Patrick chuckled at the vulgar language. "You are worth so much more. I want to make you happy, I want to bring you pleasure."
"I hope you want to fuck me," Patrick added, with a chuckle. And then got serious. "I mean it, dad. I want to feel you in me. I bought a dildo two month ago, and anytime I use it, you're the only one I can think of. Having you in me, that's what I want from my birthday present, dad."
His father nodded, and moved, lifting Patrick's legs and he did so. When he was between them, he grabbed a bottle of lube that was on the bed. Where had that come from? Patrick thought, he knew it hadn't been there before, and there was no way his dad could have hidden it on himself.
His father pressed the bottle, and coated his cock with the gel. "Are you ready?" his father asked.
Patrick nodded, and winced a little as his father started pushing in. He took his time, pressing, and then releasing the pressure, pressing a little more, moving back a little. It was gradual enough that Patrick barely felt any discomfort. Patrick panted more and more, as his father stretched him.
And then, his father stopped moving. Patrick looked at him. "Is everything okay?" which earned him a strange look.
"I'm all in."
Patrick looked down, he couldn't believe it, his father was pressed completely against him. Where had the pain been? There should have been some pain, right? He then noticed he was hard again.
He couldn't think of anything else to do. He wrapped his arms around his father neck, and kissed him passionately. Like that, his father started thrusting, and Patrick was moaning in the kiss.
After a moment, his arms got tired and he had to let go of his father. His father move on top of him, looking at him. Patrick moaned, looking back.
"You are precious, Patrick. You are my son. Do not ever feel ashame of who you are, of what you feel. Love with all your heart, with all your being. You don't have to tell the world who you are, but KNOW who you are. Never deny that you are an Orr, even if you don't bear the name."
"I swear dad," Patrick replied, between pants. "I won't deny who I am, and I won't be ashamed of it."
"Thank you Patrick." His father picked up the pace, and Patrick groaned in reply.
He gasped when he felt a hand on his cock, and looked down just long enough to see his father jacking him off as he fucked him. His father was going to make him cum a second time, he realized, a moment before the lightning exploded again.
When he came back to the world, his father was grunting over him. His thrusting was hard, but a little erratic. He opened his eyes and looked at Patrick, there was wildness in them. Patrick smiled at him.
His father pushed himself as deep as he could, raised his head, and roared.
Patrick felt the cock inside him pulse, and he imagined being filled with his father's cum. Receiving the ointment he gave to all his sons. The seed that made him.
When his father looked down at him, panting heavily. Patrick was crying. "I love you so much, dad," he said, before his father could worry.
He had a father.
The world would never be perfect, but he had a father. His world was perfect now. He held on to his father as he slowly pulled out, and he was held back.
Patrick didn't know how long they held each other, but he figured it couldn't have been too long.
"We could get back to the party," his father said.
"I know, I just don't want this to end." He was kissed on the forehead.
"It isn't going to end. You'll always be one of us. We're only a phone call away, a visit away."
"What if my mom freaks."
"She's your mother, but you have to be your own man. At some point, you're going to have to let her go."
Patrick disengaged himself.
"It has nothing to do with us, Patrick," his father continued. "It's just part of growing up. Our kids are going to let us go too, at some point. We have to accept that, they have to accept it, and so do you."
Patrick was silent for a moment. "You know," he finally said, "I think there's a rule that says you can't be this profound after sex."
His father laughed, and then shoved him. "My house, my rule." He stood. "Come on, lets go wash up. If you want your mother to remain ignorant of what happened here, you can't go to the pool smelling like sex."
The bedroom's bathroom was earth tone stones and grays. It only had a shower, no tub. His father turned the water on, and they went under the jet. The water was cool, refreshing.
Patrick reached for the soap dispenser, but his father stopped him. "Not that one. That's lube."
"You have lube in the shower?"
"Of course," his father whispered, "the shower is a perfect place to have sex. You get clean as quickly as you get dirty." His father reached for the pump he'd just told Patrick not to use.
"Dad," Patrick said. "Shouldn't we?" He felt the cock under his tail and he knew he had to make a decision. "Oh, fuck yeah," he whispered, and put both hands on the wall for support.
His father entered him in a smooth thrust.
"Oh, fuck, dad."
"Yes, son, I will be doing that." He reached around to stroke Patrick's cock.
Patrick had a moment of wonder, he couldn't be hard again, could he? And then all thought left him as his father fucked, and jerked him.
How long it lasted he had no idea. He remembered feeling his father tense, and bite his shoulder, then the lightning exploded.
His father was panting in his ear, when he returned.
"Fu . . ." He chuckles, no he wasn't going to say that, for all he knew it would set his father off again. "This was intense."
"Huh hu" was all he got as a reply.
"You okay, old man?"
"I'm just enjoying having my cock up my son's ass, and holding him tenderly."
Patrick chuckles. "You're going to have to make due with what you've already got, my arms are about to give. I can't support both out weight."
He got a kiss on the side of the head, and his father pulled out.
Patrick stretched, and turned to look at his father. "Fuck, I can't believe I came three times. I didn't think it was even possible."
His father smiled at him. "You're an Orr. You're going to find out, that when it comes to sex, we're outside the norm on many points."
"Are you saying that I'm going to be horny all the time?"
"You're a guy, isn't that the norm?"
Patrick swatted his father, who moved out of the way.
"What I mean, is that if you want to, you will be able to."
Patrick thought about that, as he washed off. "So what? I can get hard and cum on command?"
"Getting hard, pretty much. If you want to have sex, you'll be able to get hard. As for cumming. I don't know. As far as I know Damian is the only one who has that kind of control over his body."
His father handed him a towel, and they dried each other off. He picked up the cell that was on the side table. "Shit."
"What?"
"We were here a little longer than I was expecting."
"How long?"
"An hour and a half."
"What? Fuck my mom's going to go ballistic."
"No, she thinks you went with Adam to buy more sodas. So put your trunks on, and head to the garage."
"Won't she find it strange that you've also been gone this long?"
"She doesn't know I've been gone."
"How?"
"No one can tell me and Daniel apart, remember?"
* * * * *
Patrick went down the stairs to the garage, while his dad headed outside. Adam was leaning against the sports car. He was only wearing a black speedo and unbuttoned shirt. He was looking at his phone. From what he could see, it was probably one of those smart phone everyone used these days.
Adam looked up. "Hey. Had fun?" he took an ear bud out of his ear.
Patrick blushed. He couldn't help it, the memory of his father fucking him in the shower came back to him. An arm went around his shoulder.
"Patrick, buddy, where ever your mind is going, you need to reign it in."
Patrick blinked. "What?"
Adam pointed down. Patrick's trunks were well tented. With a curse Patrick adjusted himself.
"Hmm, you're still a bit wet."
"I'll dry off pretty quick once I'm outside."
"Not fast enough for your mom to ask about it."
"Ah, fuck."
"That's okay. Here's what you're going to do." He opened the trunk of the car, eight packs of forty eight sodas where in there. "You'll grab as many of those as you can. Put them on the table and jump in the pool."
"What if my mom calls to me?" He grabbed two packs.
"Act like you haven't heard her. You can apologize once you're wet." Adam stacked a third pack on the two Patrick was holding.
"I can take a fourth one."
"Yeah, but you'll be blind. We have to navigate stairs, halls and doorways. You want to see where you're going." He stacked three packs on the sedan parked next to them. "Someone can come back for the rest." He picked them up.
"You came up with the pool idea pretty quick. Do you guys have a book with a bunch of excuses listed in them?"
"Hell no. But that's a good idea, we'll have to write one, might be a best seller. I've just been almost caught sleeping with married men, while their wives are in the next room, so I've learned to think fast."
Patrick froze. "You sleep with married men?"
"Sure," Adam replied, taking a few more steps, before stopped and turning to look at Patrick. "It's kind of my thing."
"Why? Why do you go after married men?"
"Have you looked at them? Most of them looked like their in prison. What ever they had before, it's gone now. But they're still chained up to the same person. I offer them some of that happiness they used to have."
"But they're not all unhappy. There's plenty of guys out that who are still perfectly happy."
"And those guy will refuse my offer. I don't try to trick and sweet talk my way into their bed, well, not too much, those who aren't looking for something outside of their marriage, they won't be interested in me, and I'll move on."
Patrick stared at his brother, stunned more by his lack of repulsion at what Adam did, then the fact he was doing it. He was really becoming part of this family. "So you don't force it on them."
"Hell no. No, means No."
"First rule," Patrick added.
"Exactly. Come on."
They made their way through the house, to the back. Adam kicked the door and screamed through the screen. "Someone open the damn door, our hands are full." The door opened, and they went outside.
Patrick saw that his mother was trying to pay attention to him, as well as the conversation she was having with a collie and bear. He put the packs down, and ran for the pool, just has he heard her say his name. He plunged in. The water was a little on the cold side. He came up, and a beach ball bounced off his head.
"Patrick Sanders!" his mother called.
"Hey mom."
"Why didn't you call me to tell me you were going to run errands."
"I . . ." Patrick stammered, no knowing what to say.
"Sorry Mam," Adam said. "That would be my fault. I grabbed Patrick just has he was done changing. He only had his trunks on. I didn't think you would be upset, if I had I would have lent him my phone, so he could call you."
Margarette looked at Adam, visually evaluating his moral character. "You should have thought about calling me, Patrick."
"I'm sorry, mom." Now that he'd had a moment to think, he had a sort of idea. "I was kind of just enjoying the car ride. I haven't been in one often."
"And it's a F-type," Adam added, without missing a beat. "It's such a rad car. I kind of went out of the way, so Patrick could really get to enjoy it."
"Adam! Come on!"
Patrick turned to see who had yelled. It was one of the girls in the in-ground jacuzzi next to the pool.
"Again, I'm really sorry for distressing you, Mam." Adam went to the jacuzzi, stepped in, and put an arm around the girls on each side of him.
Margarette looked at Adam, who whispered something to one of the girls, and she seemed satisfied with what was happening. She looked at her son, who was holding on to the edge of the pool. "You really should know better than to disappear like that."
"I know, mom. I'm sorry. It won't happen again."
She smiled at him. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be scolding you. You're a grown man. You can make your own decision,"
"It's okay, mom. It's not because I'm nineteen, that I'm not your baby anymore."
Patrick thought his mother's eyes were getting wet, as she turned away. "You go have fun. Enjoy your birthday party."
* * * * *
"That's your new brother," Samantha asked, "isn't it?"
Adam leaned close to her, as Patrick's mother watched him. "He is."
"Have you had sex with him yet? Is that why you took so long to come back?"
"No, it just took us this long." He sat back normally, now that she wasn't watching him anymore, hopefully she now thought he was straight, just with that, and wouldn't pester Patrick too much.
"When you do, can I watch?"
Adam laughed. Samantha, and Julie, on his other side were the only two of his friends who knew he had sex with his brothers. And while Julie was only amused by that, Samantha kept wanting to watch.
"I don't think so. He's too new to the family."
"How about one of your other brothers then?"
"I haven't been able to convince any of them." Truth was, he hadn't asked. He knew none of them would want someone out side the family watching. Maybe he could ask if they minded sharing one of the movies they'd made? No, they wouldn't go for that.
Maybe he could ask if she wanted to watch him having sex with her father? He almost burst out laughing. That would be a major bad Idea. He wanted to keep her as a friend. She was nice, and smart and could come up with wicked good art. Julie was an awesome writer, these two had an online comic he loved, about a race car driver who got in adventures between races. That's how he got to know them, he emailed them to point out some of the details they'd gotten wrong about the car the main character drove. Back then, it was a supped up Audi R8. He'd become their technical adviser, and then, last year, he found out they were actually going to the same school he was.
* * * * *
"Patrick," his dad called, "can you go inside, and get more chairs. They're going to be in the basement, it's the door in front of the one leading to the garage. The storage room is going to be at the end of the hall, on your left."
"Sure dad." Patrick glanced at his mother, who was deep in conversation with the bear, who was the father of one of the girl he'd seen in the pool.
He found the door, went down the stairs, the light was already on. He went to the end of the hall, but before he got to the door, he head voices.
"Come on Anakin, just this once." It was Damian, it came from the door across the storage room. Patrick crept as close as he could. To keep an ear on what he was doing, and help Anakin, if needed.
"No, Uncle. Absolutely not."
Patrick could see, through the partially opened door, that Damian and Anakin were alone.
"Come one, Anakin, you know you're going to love it." He was running a finger along Anakin's cheek
Anakin shoved the hand away. "I said no. Damn it, Uncle, you know the rules."
Damian snorted. "Rules, smrules. You know how great I am. You've hear the praises I get from anyone I fuck. Think about how great it'll be for you." He moved closer to Anakin, but he was pushed away.
"No. Do you hear me. You aren't fucking me. The only way you'll ever get to fuck me is if your dead!" Anakin gasped, as he realized what he said. "Oh my god. Uncle. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." He started crying, and Damian pulled him in a hug.
"It's okay Anakin."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."
"No, Anakin, you did."
"No, I can't mean it. I can't want to have sex with dead guys, that's wrong."
Damian pull him to arms length and looked at him. "No, Anakin, never think that. Sex is never wrong, so long as your partner agrees to it. And if they're dead, it isn't like they can say no."
"But."
"No buts, Anakin. In this family, we don't feel shame over sex, ever."
"But how am I ever going to do it?"
"We'll think of something, but I want you to promise me something. You won't kill someone, just to experience it."
Anakin chuckled "like I'd ever do that."
"I'm serious Anakin. Promise me."
"I promise, Uncle Damian."
Damian hugged his nephew. "Good boy."
They stayed like that for a moment, then Anakin untangled himself and went to a side of the room Patrick couldn't see in. A door closed.
There was silence.
Patrick was about to turn for he storage room when Damian spoke. "SO, you learn anything?" Patrick froze, and glanced in the room, who was he talking to? Damian turned to look at him. "Well?"
How the fuck had he known he was there?
Patrick opened the door fully and looked in the room. On the wall to his right was the door he'd heard close. The room was empty, it could be a family room it certainly was large enough, his house, three times, he guessed.
"I've learned you like pushing people's buttons. And that I'm never going to be alone with you in a room."
Damian walked toward him. "Careful how you say that, Patrick, I might think it's a challenge."
Patrick wanted to tell him to just try it, but something stopped him. He remember those cold blue eyes looking into him in the car, and he had the distinct feeling that if he did challenge him, he wouldn't win.
He grabbed Damian's arm as he passed by him. "What the fuck is your deal?"
Damian looked at him, his eyes weren't quite completely gray, there was a hint of blue in them. "Have you pissed yourself yet?"
"What? Of course not."
Damian shrugged. "Another time then." He shook his arm out of the grip and left.
Patrick watched his back for a moment, and then looked at the closed door. He went to it, and knocked.
"Go away. I don't want to talk to you."
"It's Patrick," he said.
There was silence. "Come in," came the weak reply.
Patrick tried the knob, and found the door was unlocked. The room was dark. There was some light, but the walls were black, as was the carpet, the desk, the chest of drawers, and the bed. On the walls were movie posted. Most form horror movies he hadn't seen, although he had seen 'back from the dead' when he was twelve. It had scared him shitless.
"I'm sorry to have eaves dropped on you and Damian, but are you okay?"
After a moment, Anakin nodded. "I'm just shaken. Trust uncle Damian to get you to admit the truth, as painful as it might be."
Patrick sat next to him. "He does sound like a dick sometime."
"Believe it or not, he does mean well, not that it helps stop the shakes. He's just not the most socially adept at times."
Patrick didn't say anything, but he got a feeling Damian knew exactly what he was doing, at all time. "So, dead guys, huh?"
Anakin looked at him. "You don't really sound as freaked out by that as you should."
"I know, right?" Patrick said, with a chuckle. "I guess I'm just starting to realize that your eccentricities really don't make you bad people. Although, in your case, after looking at your room, I can't say I'm surprise."
Anakin looked at the posters the skulls on the bed sheets. "Yeah, I guess I have been telegraphing it."
Patrick put an arm around his brother's shoulders. "Are you going to be okay?"
"Yeah. I'm just going to have to figure out a way to work around dead guys. I could be come a mortician."
"Or a coroner."
Anakin laughed. "Somehow I think they're going to see me having sex with a corpse as tempering with evidence"
"I guess that's true." Patrick stood.
"If you want to go directly to the corridor, you can take that door." Anakin pointed to the wall in front of them, on the right of the one he'd entered by. Patrick squinted, and could just barely make out a door frame, black on black.
"Just how often have you reached for the wrong spot, when trying to leave your room?"
"Never," Anakin answered proudly, and then chuckled.
"I need to go to the storage room, dad needs more chairs."
"Let me help out." Anakin stood, and then hugged Patrick. "Thanks for checking in on me."
"You're welcome." He kissed the top of his head
* * * * *
Dinner had been great, his dads were really aces at the grill. There had been burgers, hot dogs, a couple of steaks, and a lot of salads, both as sides and for the vegetarians among the guests. Margarette had fit in nicely, for all the fretting she did on the way here, about not being rich enough, and about not being dressed well enough. The parents had welcomes her, and from what Patrick over heard here and there, it seemed that raising children was the same horror show, no matter how much money you had.
Patrick had let his meal settled for a while, and it was becoming obvious he wasn't going to be swimming again, even if a few had gone back to it. "I'm going to go change," he told Alexander, before standing and heading in the house.
In the room, he locked the door, grabbed his clothes, and headed for the bathroom. He'd taken off his trunk, and was about to turn the water on in the shower when the door to the bedroom opened, and a moment later his father was in the bathroom.
"I know I locked the door." Patrick stated.
"I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't have unlocked it. I should have knocked and waited for you to answer, but I just had to come in and do this." He took Patrick's head in in hand ans kissed him, hungrily, passionately. Patrick didn't resist, he kissed his father back.
"How was that, Daniel?" he asked, when they broke the kiss.
Daniel took a step back. "How did you know it was me?"
Patrick chuckled. "Donald already got to do this with me, and more, so I don't think he'd be as desperate as you were."
His father blushed, and then kissed him again, before dropping to his knees, and swallowing Patrick's cock in one go.
"Holy fuck," Patrick gasped. He panted for a moment, as he father stared bobbing up and down. Then he place his hand on his head, and face fucked him.
Fuck his father's mouth felt good.
He felt fingers on his ass, claws digging in slightly.
He looked down, and his father was looking back up at him, with so much love in his eyes. Patrick couldn't believe how hot this was. He was fucking his father's muzzle, and he was loving him for it.
His panting sped up. Fuck, he both wanted to slow down, to make this last longer, and go harder, to make it feel even better. The decision was taken out of him, and he felt the lightning come. He really tried to hold it back, he wanted this to go on for ever. He didn't hear his roar, as he buried his cock in his father's muzzle one last time, and the world exploded around him.
When he came back, his throat was raw, and his father was still sucking on him. He was panting heavily, he looked down, realizing his hands on his father's head were the only thing holding him up. He leaned against the wall, and his father stood.
He pressed his muzzle against Patrick, gently, tentatively, which surprised him, it was almost as if he wasn't sure Patrick would want to kiss him back. He opened his lips, and ran his tongue against his father's. The lips opened a little, and there was an odd taste tricking through. It was acrid, bitter, a little salty. It was cum, he realized, and he knew why his father wasn't just shoving his tongue down his throat.
Patrick thought about it for a second, the cum was his. Sure, he'd never tasted it, but it was his, so who gave a fuck. He pried his father's lips apart, and it flowed as they kissed. It flavored the kiss, made it taste more primal, like something that came from deep within them. When they broke apart, Patrick felt like he'd just run a marathon, and it wasn't just from the orgasm.
Was kissing his father always going to feel like that, or was this special, because it was their first time.
"Wow," was as articulate as he could be. He looked down and noticed that the front of his speedo was soaked. "Did you cum?" he asked.
"Once when you blew your load in my mouth, and again when we kissed."
"When we kissed?"
"Yeah, that's first for me."
"Want to see if it'll happen again?" Patrick had a mischievous grin on his face. As a reply, his father kissed him, hard, passionately, and Patrick responded to it with as much hunger. They broke apart panting, but he could tell it hadn't been the same.
"Maybe we need to practice it?" his father offered.
Patrick laughed. "On the next visit then."
"I hope it's soon, so we can have a proper party."
"I thought this was the party?" Patrick turned the shower on.
"This was the social party, the one where the kids invite their friends, and the parents come."
"So this wasn't for me and my mom's benefit?"
"No, it's always like this. Maybe with a bit more dirty jokes. Normally, once everyone leaves, we have the family party, but this time we're going to wait until you visit again"
"You don't have to," Patrick offered, making sure the water wasn't too hot. He stepped under the flow.
"We want to." He joined Patrick under the jet. "We want you to join in the family celebration. You're part of the family. It wouldn't feel right doing it without you." He soaped Patrick's back, and washed him completely.
Patrick closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of his father's hand massing the soap in his fur. Once he was washed and rinsed, he wasn't surprise to feel his father press against his back, wrap his arms around him, and hold him, but he was surprise when a hand stroked his cock.
"Oh, fuck, dad," he said, feeling himself hardening.
"You have such a beautiful cock, Patrick. I want you to fuck me with it."
He felt his father move, and Patrick turned. His dad was offering him his ass, tail raised. Patrick swallowed. "I've never."
His father looked at him over his shoulder. "It's okay, you're cock's already slick. Just push it in, go at what ever speed you're comfortable."
Patrick moved closer, and put his hands on his father's ass. It was firm, solid. The ass of someone who worked them out a lot. That thought made Patrick smile, did his father use his machine for that? Or did he just have a lot of guys fuck him?
He rubbed his cock in the crack, moved it until it was against his father's hole and the slowly pushed it in. "Oh fuck." He couldn't believe how hot it was in there.
His father moaned.
He continued pushing until he was all in. He couldn't quite recall what his father had done when he was fucking him, had he plunged right in, like this, or moved in and out? Still there hadn't been any resistance, and his father's moan certainly didn't sound like pain.
He was panting by the time he was all in. He leaned on his father for a moment, wrapping his arms around him. This felt so nice, holding his father, like this, and being in him. This man had given him life, and now he got to return the favor, symbolically.
He pulled out slowly, and and then pushed with a sigh. His father echoed him. Patrick kissed the back of his father's neck. He wanted to make this last all night, but he knew he couldn't. And he didn't know how much time he actually had before his mom started looking for him. He doubted they would be able to find many excuses to explain his absence.
He picked up speed, and then reached lower to stroke his father's cock. It was already slick, and getting wetter as he stroked it.
"Fuck, Patrick, you feel so good inside me. Fuck me son, fuck me hard."
Patrick's mind tingled at hearing being referred to his son. He picked up speed. And it didn't take him long to realize he couldn't do both. He couldn't fuck his father hard and stroke him, in this position. He let go of the cock, promising himself to finish him afterward, and straightened. He put both hands on his father's ass, gripped it and did as he was told. He fucked him hard, and fast.
His father's moans turned into curses, so vulgar Patrick didn't think he could ever utter them. Hard and fast he went, in and out his father's ass.
He felt the lightning build, and tried to hold it back. He wanted to make this last, but the lightning didn't listen. It exploded, the world became white, he felt his father shudder under him, and then nothing but pure bliss.
When he came back to himself, he was slouched over his father's back, and he was holding one of his arm, keeping him from falling off him.
"You okay back there?"
Patrick couldn't reply immediately, but he was able to get his feet back under him.
"Did you pass out?"
"I don't know, but the orgasm was so intense I did black out for a moment. How long was I out?"
"Ten seconds I'd say."
"Thanks for catching me, dad." In getting his feet under him, Patrick had pulled out of his father, he was sorry about that. He had loved being in him. He reminded himself he was going to be in him again, it was just a question of time.
"I'd never let you fall, but I guess we've been over doing it, if you're blacking out."
Patrick helped his father straightened. "I think it happened every time. It happened when you sucked me off, I as just lucky to be well balance, so my hand on your head kept me up. Is this normal?"
"I don't know. Maybe it's just because you started late? We've all had time to get used to it? We'll make sure not to be in any precarious positions next time."
Patrick nodded, and pulled his father under the jet, which was still warm. "Fuck, I can't believe there's any hot water left."
"We have a heat as you go system. We can fuck under the shower all day and never run out of water, of course, if we do that with all the family, hot water isn't really good, you want it cooler."
Patrick chuckled. "I can't believe you just told me the entire family has had sex together, and I'm okay with it."
His father soaped his back, again. "Welcome to the family, son."
"Just washing this time, okay? I can't afford to take too much time in here. Mom is going got wonder where I am."
"I promise."
"I know you guys are rich, but the utilities on a place like this can't be cheap."
"It isn't as expensive as you'd think. We have solar panels on the roof. We have a water reclamation system. We were hoping to be able to tap underground water, but this is California, there isn't any around here. You probably noticed how thick the walls are, there's a lot extra insulation, so we don't need to run the air conditioning as much.
"You're right, we are rich, but that doesn't mean we like being wasteful with our money."
"Sorry, i didn't mean to imply."
"I know, you're just curious. Trust me, if we hadn't been as ecologically savvy as we are on our own, Damian would have forced us to be."
"Really? He cares about he environment?"
"Very much."
"But I thought he owned a bunch of companies."
"He does, and a lot of them are into solar and wind power. He also spends a lot of money pushing for better environmental protection laws."
"That doesn't seem to be working very well."
"I know, but he doesn't run the world yet, so we can't expect too much."
Patrick looked at his dad. "You're kidding. He's trying to take over the world?"
"I am kidding. If I remember correctly his exact words were: 'I don't want to waste my time running this damned place. I just want to be in a position where I can kick those fucking politicians, and instead of them sending the cops after me, they are going to say thank you."
"Wow, that's harsh."
"You probably haven't realized it yet, but my brother is very big on efficiency, so the government system isn't something he likes all that much."
"Why is he so keen on saving the environment?"
His father didn't reply immediately. "Do you mind if we tackle that another time? Answering that is goign to lead in a lot of other things that I don't think we have time to cover before your mother misses you."
"Okay." He rinsed off, and then washed his father.
When they were both clean, he dressed, and his father put his speedo back on. Patrick went outside alone, to avoid his mother questioning about them being together. He was starting to realize he needed to tell her. He couldn't keep trying to hide this. But not tonight.
"Hey mom," He said as he joined her. She'd just finished recounting how he'd beaten up the neighborhood bully who had been pushing around the neighbor's daughter. Patrick had been ten, the bully fifteen. The bully had ended up in the hospital, the cops had been called, but Patrick had been cleared of any wrong doing.
"Hi hun, why are you dressed?"
"It's nine, you have to work in the morning."
"It's that late? Already?" she checked her watch. "So it is. Where did the time go?" she looked for he bag. "I guess it is time for us to go."
"I can give you a ride home," Damian offered.
Patrick looked at him in horror. He mouthed 'no, please, no'. He almost said he'd do anything, but his mother looked up.
"That's very kind of you Mister Orr, but I like taking the bus." She stood, and sniffed her son. "Did you take a shower?"
"Yes, I wanted to wash the chlorine out of my fur before getting dressed."
"That's good thinking."
"It was good meeting you," Damian said, kissing his mother's hand again. He offered his hand to Patrick. "It was good finally meeting you too. The kids have told me a lot about you."
Patrick hesitated a moment, and then shook his uncle's hand. "It was good meeting you too."
"Hopefully, next time you can meet my other brothers too."
Before Patrick could say anything, everyone was over to wish him a good night. He was hugged, he shook hands, and promises were whispered in his ear. He was really happy his mother was busy saying goodbye to her new friends, that way she didn't notice him blushing.
* * * * *
"Hey Bruce, I can't come in tonight."
"What? Why are you just telling me this now? You're leaving me in a bind here."
"Come on, it's Wednesday, the bar's always dead on Wednesdays. Steven can bounce if one of the two people there gets rowdy."
"Alright, but I hope this isn't going to be become a habit." Bruce tone's was actually serious.
"Bruce, in the four years I've bounced, I've only asked for two days off."
"In the last year."
"You do realize that if you were paying me above board, you'd have to give me the weekends off, and two weeks vacation, right?"
Bruce chuckled. "Okay, okay. You've made your point. I'll see you tomorrow night then?"
"Yeah, and I need to ask a favor. If my mom calls you. Tell her I'm working, but I'm not around at the moment. If she really needs to talk to me, call my cell and I'll call her back."
"What's going on, Patrick?"
"Just do that for me, Please. And if she asks about it, confirm that you need me to work late."
Bruce was silent for a long moment. "Wait. Are you getting laid tonight?"
Patrick hesitated a moment. "Why would you think that?"
"Oh my God, you are." The smiled he had to be wearing could be heard on his voice. "Why don't you want your mom to know? She doesn't approve of her?"
"Him," Patrick said, just stopping himself from saying 'them'. He hadn't actually mean to admit that to Bruce. The long silence that followed worried him. "Bruce? Are we okay?"
"What? Yes, of course. What do I care if you bed guys instead of girls. I'm just surprised, that's all. I never saw that coming, that's all."
"So, you're good with covering for me with my mom?"
"Yes, yes. Of course."
"Thanks, Bruce, you're the best."
"Don't you forget it."
That call made, he had to make another one, and everything would be setup.
"Joey's Junk, Joey speaking."
"Joey, Patrick."
"Hey Patrick, long time. You calling cause you need work?"
"No, actually, I need a favor. If my mom calls you tomorrow, I need you to tell her I'm somewhere in the yard and can't come to the phone."
"You in trouble, or something?"
"No. Nothing like that. I just don't want her worrying."
"You got me worrying now."
"I told you, I'm not in trouble, or doing anything that's going to get me in trouble. I'm going to be seeing someone." He figured he had to admit at least that much, or Joey would really worry.
"Well, you lucky cat. Why didn't you say that from the get go, of course I'll cover from you."
"Thanks joey, I owe you one."
"Don't worry about it."
There, his absence was covered. He wished he'd been able to set that up right after the birthday party, but he really hadn't wanted his mom to find out. He quickly wrote on a piece of paper that he was out, would be going directly going to work, and Joey needed him to work at the scrap yard tomorrow. He stuck it on the fridge with one of the multiple pizza place advertising magnet that was stuck on there.
Then he checked the time. He had ten minutes left. He packed a small over night bag, and the sport car was in front of the house as he got out.
"Hey son, you ready?"
"You bet, dad." Patrick got in the passenger seat, and his father reached over to cup his face. "No here dad," He said before his father's hand was too close. He knew what he wanted to do. "If one of the neighbors sees us, it's going to get back to my mom before we've left the neighborhood."
His father nodded. "You know you're going to have to tell her, at some point."
"I know. I'm just not ready. I'm waiting for the right time."
His dad glanced at him, before getting the car moving. "It's never going to come. If that's at you're waiting for, you're always going to find a reason why now isn't it."
Patrick sighed. "I know, it's just that things are finally going well for her, I don't want to ruin things."
"If she feels things are ruined for her because you get her to confront the fact that you are gay, I won't think much of your mother."
"What do you think of her now?"
"I think she did the best of a not too good situation. She raised you to be a good person, which can't be easy in this part of town."
"She also raised me to think being gay was a sin."
"Like I keep telling Damian, no one's perfect. You were able to work around that. I don't dislike her, Patrick. I just don't think I can be friends with her."
"I know. I wish we all could, but I don't see her ever accepting our lifestyle."
They drove in silence for a time. Then the car turned into an empty lot between buildings. "You ever had sex on the hood of a car?" his dad asked, as he brought the car to a stop.
Patrick chuckled. "Of course not. I'll remind you I had sex for the first time three days ago."
"A lot can happen in three days." He got out of the car.
Patrick got out too, and looked around. A brick housing building on each side, four stories high, with boarded up windows each open end of the lot showed an quiet street. There might have been a building here, at one time, now, it was paved, and by the lines on the ground was used as parking, although they were the only ones there at the moment.
"What are we doing here, dad?"
His father grabbed his hand and pulled him to him. "I'm going to fuck you in the hood of the car"
"What? Here? What if someone comes by?"
His father grinned at him. "No one ever comes here."
"How do you know?"
"You're not the first guy I'm fucked here." He paused. "You're not even the first of my sons."
That didn't surprise Patrick, while he hadn't seen any of his family having sex together, the idea they did felt a lot more normal, now that he had had sex with both his fathers.
His father kissed him, and pushed him back until he was sitting on the hood. It was warm, but not burning hot, which surprised Patrick. He kissed his father back, loving the strength behind the kiss. He panicked a little when he felt him undo his pants.
"Dad, you can't be serious, we're in public. Oh fuck."
His father had reached in his pants and was stroking him.
"Who cares, if someone stumbles on us, they can enjoy the show." He had Patrick fully hard now, and he was pulling his pants down even lower with his free hand.
"We could be arrested," Patrick panted.
"I'll just pay off the cops."
Is this what being rich did to people, they felt they could do anything, anywhere? This was so fucking wrong. So why wasn't he saying no already?
His father bit his neck, and Patrick moaned. He kicked off his shoes and then wriggled a leg out of his pants. "Fuck me dad."
He was pushed on his back. His father undid his pants just enough to get his cock out, revealed he had a small bottle of lube in his hand, and lubed himself up.
Patrick couldn't believe they were about to do this.
His father slowly entered him, and Patrick groaned. When he was halfway in, Patrick wrapped his legs around his father and pushed him in completely, which made them both gasp.
"Fuck dad. If we get caught, I am so killing you. Now fuck me."
His father smiled at him, and proceeded to pound his ass. Patrick tried to be quiet, but his father was fucking him much harder than he had at the house. And soon, Patrick's gasps and moans joined his father's grunts and groans, reverberating on the walls.
His father wrapped a hand on his cock, and Patrick cursed. He wrapped his armed around his father's neck, and pulled him close, but instead of kissing him, he brought his muzzle next to his ear.
"You son of a bitch," Patrick panted, pleasure building. "You fucking son of a bitch. This isn't fair." A shudder traversed his body, and he fought the lightning. "Of God, of fuck. Harder, dad. Harder!" This felt so fucking good. It didn't matter they might be caught. Right now all he wanted was to feel this forever.
He lightning clashed with his will. Why had he told his dad to go faster, this was getting to be too much. Pleasure shook his body.
Oh, yeah, that's why.
To avoid screaming, he clamped down on his father's shoulder, and the lightning exploded. This time, he didn't completely black out. He could see lightning bolts all around them, his body felt like the lighting was coursing through him, and it felt so fucking good.
He had no idea how long that lasted, but somewhere during the lightning show, he felt his father shudder over him, his cock pulsating inside him, then only pleasure.
And then the lightning was gone.
He and his father were panting. His shirt had strings of cum on it, and he felt amazing. His father looked down at him, a silly grin on his face.
"What?" Patrick asked.
"If anyone catches us now, it's your fault. That roar still has my ear ringing."
He'd roared? He was sure he'd bitten in his father's shoulder to avoid that. He felt himself blush. "I'm sorry, I tried not to."
"That's okay. This place is deserted for blocks around, except for the squatters, and I figure that with the life they are having, they can enjoy a good show. You're beautiful, you know that?"
He blushed a little more at that. He knew he was good looking enough, but to hear your father say it, while still buried in you, gave it a lot more meaning. He kissed him, slowly, tenderly, lovingly.
Fuck he loved his father.
"Aren't the others going to wonder what's keeping us?" Patrick asked.
His father chuckled. "Oh, I wouldn't worry. They'll figured we stopped somewhere to fuck." He slowly pulled out. "Don't move." He leaned down, and licked his belly clean. Then he threaded Patrick's leg back in his pants and pulled them up. "We're going to have to talk you out of wearing underwear, they're a waste of time."
Patrick's ears moved forward. "You expect me to free ball?"
"I think you should." He buttoned up Patrick's jeans. And did his own jeans.
"Don't hold you breath dad. I am not putting my junk in danger of catching in a zipper." He stretched. He couldn't believe he felt better, after being fucked like that.
"It's never happened to anyone in the family."
Patrick put a hand on the door handle, and looked at his father over the roof of the car. "That's because your whole family's got super powers, you realize that, right? No one normal can do what you guys can."
His father looked back at him. "You're forgetting a small detail."
"Yeah? What?"
"You're part of that same family." He got in the car.
Patrick stood there. Yeah, he had forgotten that. "I don't care. I'm not free balling it." He got in the car.
* * * * *
The car came to a stop in the garage, the door closed, and the engine turned off. Patrick didn't move. This was it. He hadn't expected to be apprehensive.
"You okay?"
"Just a little worried. This is going to be an orgy. Having sex with the two of you was one thing, I love you, but . . ." He really wasn't sure why he was hesitant, now that he was here.
"You don't love your brothers?"
"I don't know. I like them well enough, from the times we've hung out together over the last year, but I don't know if I can say that I love them."
"I know they love you."
"I know. But do they just love me cause they know they're going to have sex with me?"
"No, I can promise that to you. They love you for who you are. The sex is just one of the way we demonstrate it." He got out of the car, and so did Patrick. "Just give them a chance for them to show you. They've been really looking forward to today."
"So, should I just get naked now?"
"No, let them take your clothes off for you."
They went up the stairs, and his father guided him to the living room. Patrick stopped in the opening. The seat and sofas had been repositions in a semi circle, at the back from where he was, facing him. Every seat was taken by a naked tiger, stroking himself or his neighbor.
This was rather intimidating.
His father stood and walked to him. "Hello Patrick." He took his head in his hands and kissed him tenderly. "Welcome home." He guided Patrick closer to the seats. "There's only one person here you haven't met yet."
A tiger stood. Of all of them, Patrick included, he was the only one whose muscles weren't defined, he had them, but there was a layer of fat over them, softening his shape.
"Hi Patrick. I'm Dominic." He kissed him, the kiss was gentle, but there was an underlying hunger to it. "It's a pleasure to finally kiss you." He took back his seat, and put a hand to Damian's cock.
"Is this the whole family?" Patrick asked, looking everyone over. It was the first time he'd seen any of them naked. His other dad hadn't come back yet.
"No. You have two great uncles. They live in New York, they're too old to travel, and they wouldn't really have been able to participate."
"Bobby could," Damian said. "His kids are looking after him.
"Kids? I have more family members?"
"No, Bobby's kids are the children he educated over the years," he father said. "Now grown up. They really care about him."
"Byron lives with his boyfriend."
"And Dietrich couldn't make it," Dominic said.
"Why?"
"He's in Rehab," Damian answered. "And I'm not letting him out until he's well and dry."
"Dietrich's had a rough life, which led to him having problems with alcohol and drugs," his father added.
Patrick could see Damian wanted to add something, but he didn't.
Arthur stood, grabbed the cushion he had been sitting on and threw it to the floor. More joined it as his other brother's stood.
"What happens now?" Patrick asked. He was looking at Arthur, his smaller size made his cock look much bigger.
"Now," his father said. "Your brothers show you how much they love you."
Arthur stood before him, grabbed his jacket, and pulled him down so they could kiss. It was a passionate kiss, their tongue playing together. When they broke the kiss, they were both panting lightly. Arthur pulled off Patrick's jacked, someone else pulled his t-shirt off.
"I thought I was too old for you," he told Arthur, smiling.
"Oh, I do like young teens, but as you have to know by now. None of us is restricted to our eccentricity. I said that at the party, because I knew you really wanted dad."
"Thanks. How about you go first now?"
"He means second," Anakin said, as he undid Patrick's jeans. "He had sex with dad."
"Shot on his t-shirt," someone behind him said. It sounded like Alexander.
"If anyone here is surprise about that," Patrick found himself saying, "you haven't seen dad naked recently." Laugher responded.
"I'll be honored to be the first of your brother to show how much he loves you," Arthur said, once the laughter died out. He led Patrick to the cushions, which had been rearranged to make a large bed on the floor. Patrick laid down, Arthur knelt between his legs, and someone handed him a bottle of lube.
"You ready?" Arthur asked, lubing his cock. Patrick nodded, and his brother pressed in. Patrick realized at that moment that Arthur's cock didn't just seem to be larger, it was. He was larger than their father.
"Oh fuck," Patrick sighed, as Arthur's balls touched his. Then his brother started fucking him, no, that wasn't right. He started making love to him. He was moving slowly, but it wasn't just his cock that was moving. His hands were roaming his chest, sides, and legs. His kissed his foot, nibbled on his calf, licked his toes.
His father had fucked him in a way that made him feel possessed and safe. He'd fucked his father as something new and exciting. This was making him feel loved.
He gasped as he felt a mouth on his cock, and looked to see Aiden sucking him off. His head rolled back and a moan escaped him. He felt something on his muzzle. Albert was kneeling next to him, rubbing his cock on his lips. Patrick didn't even hesitate, he opened his muzzle to take the tip. The fact he'd never had a cock in his mouth before didn't bother him. He was with his family, what ever happened here, tonight, was because they loved each other.
As he sucked Aiden's cock, he felt something on a hand, balls. Which he massaged, and then a lubed cock. He wrapped his fingers around it. He couldn't move much, so the owner of the cock fucked his hand instead. He couldn't see who it was. He didn't care.
The lightning hit out of no where. He tensed, and the world exploded.
He never came back fully down. The lightning never fully went away. He rode waves after waves of pleasure. Cocks moved around, he changes position, but the pleasure never stopped. It just kept coming as everyone in his family fucked him, stroked him, sucked him, and in returned was fucked, sucked and stroked by him.
* * * * *
When Patrick opened his eyes, he wasn't sure he was awake. His body was vibrating, and lightning still swam in his sight. He was lying on the floor, on cushions, he could tell that, and bodies were next to him, over him, around him. He could feel a hand on his cock . . . No that was a mouth. He could feel his fur was matted, probably with cum, no, not cum, at least not much of it, when ever some had landed on him, it had been immediately been licked off.
He carefully disentangled himself from the bodies, careful not to wake anyone, yet surprised when he managed it. He stood, and his body creaked, popped, and cracked. His ass hurt, his cock was sore, his jaw felt like it might have dislocated at one point.
How the hell had he survived the night?
Oh, right, he was an Orr. Super powers.
That was the only explanation he could come up with. No one normal could have survived this orgy. He counted on his fingers as he walked in the hallway, heading for the bathroom. Eleven guys.
Eleven guys had fucked him, more than once, he was sure of that. He had fucked each one of them in return. Been sucked off, jacked off.
Yeah, that had to be it. He has sex super powers.
He smelled coffee as he walked by the kitchen, and turned in there.
"Can I get one of those?" he asked, and his father looked over his shoulder.
"Sure, how do you like it?"
"Black."
He took another cup out and filled it, handing it to him.
"How are you feeling?"
"I'll let you know when Reality settles back in." He took a sip, fuck that was good coffee. "I think I'm high, right now"
His father tilted an ear in his direction.
"My body's vibrating, and I'm pretty confident I've developed sex super powers."
"That would be fun powers to have."
"What do you mean. I'm pretty sure you all have them."
His father gave him an enigmatic smile.
They sipped their coffee in silence for a moment.
"Dad? What's the deal with Damian?" He was high, that was the only reason he dared ask the question, that had to be it.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, one minute he's all polite and suave, like with my mom, then he's a cold jerk, scaring Anakin to his room. No one can turn it on and off like that."
His father looked at him, leaning back against the counter. Patrick thought about sitting down, but he didn't think his ass could take it.
"I'm not sure your ready to hear about that."
"Dad," Patrick said with a sigh. "Arthur wouldn't tell me, because he said I had to be comfortable with having sex with the family. Well I am, trust me about that. So I want to know about Damian. The lot of you are scared of him. I know Aaron is terrified of him, he wont get close to him. That camping trip is scaring Adam. I don't get why he's going if he's that scared."
"He had to agree to it, to see under the hood of Damian's car."
"Dad. You realize that makes no sense, right? It's just a car. I know Adam loves them, but still."
His father sighed.
"Alright. First off. You need to know that my brother is a genius."
"What? Like that black hole guy?"
"Hawking? No. That guy's an idiot compared to Damian. When Damian was eight. They threw all the IQ tests at him, and he aced them all. Then they started throwing problems at him, mostly math. The only time he didn't get the answers right, was when the answers the guys who had come up with the problems had made mistakes. And Damian fixed them. No one knows how smart my brother is."
"Then why isn't he a scientist or something? He just runs a company. If he's that smart, why is he just doing that?"
"My brother is a sociopath."
"What do you mean?"
"He's a sociopath. He doesn't have any empathy for other people. He doesn't actually care for any of us."
"That doesn't make any sense. I've seen him act around you. Sure, he can be cold, but he loves you guys."
"It's an act. All of it."
"Wait, a sociopath, that's like those . . ." He didn't get to finish saying it. He felt the cup slipped from his hand, but he didn't didn't hear it shatter on the floor.
* * * * *
He was back in the car, trying to get out.
"You're not getting out of the car unless I let you," that dispassionate voice said. His cold blue eyes were looking in him, like they were wondering how to cut him up.
"What are you going to do to me?" he'd asked, certain he was about to die.
* * * * *
He was shaking, someone as holding him.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck." Someone was saying. It was him.
"Everything's okay, Patrick. You're safe."
"I was alone in the car with him. Oh God, he could have killed me. I would just have disappeared, no one would have known."
"You're safe Patrick. None of that would have happened."
He pushed his father away. "How the fuck do you know that? He's a sociopath, he could have cut me up in little pieces and not given a damn." He realized there his foot was in something wet. He looked down, not hearing what his father was saying. There was the pool of coffee, but there was another liquid, slowly mixing with it. He noticed the inside of his leg was wet, then he caught the scent.
"I pissed myself."
"What?"
"He said that when I'd learn about him, I'd piss myself. I did." He looked up at his father. "How can you let a man like that in your house, let him be around you kids? Aren't you afraid of what he's going to do to them? To Adam?"
His father gently grabbed his shoulders. "Patrick. You need to understand. Damian isn't a threat to you, or anyone in this family."
"How can you know that?"
"Because he promised our father he would look after us."
'He made me promise that I'd look after my family.' Patrick remembered Damian telling him that.
"But you said he doesn't actually care about anyone."
"He doesn't, but promises are extremely important to him. He never breaks them. You'll notice that he doesn't make many of them, as you get to know him, but when he does, he keeps them. It's how he's able to function."
"But aren't sociopath liars and killers?"
"Sociopaths don't have the predilection for violence. Those are psychopath. Damian doesn't like violence. He considers it a failure on his part if he has to resort to it." He pushed him toward the hall. "Lets get you in the shower."
"What about the mess?"
"I'll clean it up afterward, don't worry about it."
"If he looks out for you, why are you all so afraid of him?" Patrick asked, once they were in the bathroom.
"Because, while he will never hurt one of us physically, He can be emotionally brutal. He doesn't like it when we limit ourselves, so he tends to take it upon himself to resolve the situation."
"Has he ever done that to you?"
Donald was about to say no, but a memory surfaces. He was ten, and he was holding his security blanket. Damian entered this room, yanked it out of his hand, ran outside and threw it in the fire. Donald had hated him then. That blanket had been the only way he was able to deal with crowds and other people.
Without it, Donald had to learn to deal with them directly. Damian had helped him grow up, but Donald found that there was still some hate deep down toward his brother.
"Yeah, he did." They stepped under the hot water jet.
"I'm never going to let him to that to me," Patrick stated, and then sighed. "That's a lie, isn't it. If he decides he wants to do something to me, I won't be able to stop him, will I."
His father held him. He didn't say anything, there was nothing he could say.
* * * * *
Alexander Drove Patrick home.
Very little was said during the ride, Patrick was still reeling from the previous day, night and today. The sex, the revelation, and more sex. He was exhausted, but he wasn't tired. He didn't know how he was going to deal with work, let along the conversation he was going to have with his mother.
He invited his brother in, and showed him around. Alexander didn't say anything, but it was obvious to Patrick he found such a small place, with everything so close together strange. When they got to his bedroom, Patrick kissed him, undressed them and they had sex.
As amazing as fucking with the whole family had been, it had been so overwhelming that he couldn't really remember details. Now, he wanted to experience each of his brothers individually.
After the sex, they talked. Alexander of how he wanted to a police officer, which surprised Patrick, since that seemed to be such a blue collar job. Patrick told him of working at the bar, and the scrap yard, which seemed to enthrall his brother. He talked of drunk trouble makers, of girls hitting on him.
An hour later, Alexander left, and Patrick set about getting dinner ready. It was almost five, and his mom was usually home by five thirty. He made a casserole, it was quick and simple, and he could leave it in the over to stay warm.
He was sitting at he table when the door open, he jumped. As much as he tried to calm his nerves, he was on edge.
"Something smells good hon," his mother said. Not long after that she looked in the kitchen. "I'm going to be back in a bit, I want to change first."
"Please sit down, mom."
"Is everything alright?"
"Yeah, it is." Although how long it was going to remained that way, he wasn't sure. "We need to have a talk."
She looked at him, concerned, and sat.
"Mom, I'm gay."
She had a moment of surprise, an then waved dismissively. "Honey, we've already had this discussion."
"No, mom, we haven't. We've spent this last year specifically not having this discussion. I can't take it anymore. I'm gay."
She was getting uncomfortable. "I know Patrick, but that doesn't mean you have to do anything about it."
"I have sex with guys, mom. I have done something about it, and I'm going to do it again."
"What? How could you do that?"
"I did it because I enjoy it."
"Did they put you up to that? Did those two perverts force you into this?"
"Stop it!" Patrick slammed his hand on the table, and she jumped. Damn it, he didn't want to get angry at her. He breathed and reigned in his temper. "This isn't about them, this is about me. About who I am."
She stood. "I don't want to hear about this. This conversation is over. Do you hear me?"
"I brought a guy home, earlier today. We has sex in my bed."
"What?" she stared at him. "How could you do that to me?"
"I didn't do anything to you mom."
"No! I will not have a fag for a son, do you hear me, take it back!"
It hurt. He would have preferred she slapped him, instead of saying those words. Claws across the chest would have been less painful.
He tried to keep his eyes dry, but he could feel them getting wet. He wanted to tell her that he wasn't a fag. He would never be a fag. But the anger on her face kept him from saying anything.
He nodded and stood. He was half way to his room when she spoke.
"Where are you going?"
He stopped. It took him a moment to have enough control over his voice, he thought he could talk. "I'm going to pack a bag. I'll be out of here in a minute."
"Wait, stop." She sounded confuse.
He turned, an she had a hand to her mouth. He could feel the tears running down his face.
"Patrick . . . I . . ."
"Mom, I can't do this anymore. I won't deny who I am. I can't. I know this hurts you, and I'm sorry, but I have to think about my happiness."
"What about your soul, Patrick." Her voice was weak, afraid.
He though about how to answer it. He knew how he felt about that, but that wouldn't make the point that this was his decision. "What about it?" he said finally.
"I don't want you to be damned."
"Isn't that my problem to deal with, mom?" He stopped, he hadn't meant that to sound as harsh. "Mom. My soul's going to be fine. I'm still a good person. I'm still the person God made me to be. He made me this way, mom. I'm not possessed, I'm not being influence. I'm the guy God made."
"But the bible says . . ."
He interrupted with a chuckle. He hadn't meant to do that. "Can we leave the bible out of this mom?"
She looked at him, eyes wide. She probably had never expected him to dare say something like that. The bible was sacred.
"Are you kicking me out?" his voice broke on the last word. He should be able to control his voice, damn it. He wasn't a kid anymore. And yet, that's exactly how he felt right now. He felt like a child, trying to explain to his mother that the punishment was unjust. That he had done nothing wrong.
Her eyes were getting wet. She shook her head.
He ran to her, and hugged her tightly. "Thank you." He was crying again, and she was too.
When they weren't crying anymore, he released her. He pulled a well worn piece of paper from his back pocket, and put it in her hands. He didn't need it anymore. He knew the number by heart, after all the times he'd called her.
"What's this?" she asked,
"It's the number for Mother Rosetta. She'd a priest in a different parish. I think you should talk to her. She has a different point of view on God. I think she can help you." He kissed the top of her head. "I need to go to work, mom. But we need to talk about this some more. Okay?"
She nodded.
He went to his room to grab his jacket. When he walked by the kitchen on his way out, she was sitting at the table, the number in one hand, her phone in the other.",
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