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The text had gone through, but the margay had yet to answer in the time since they’d left the hospital, and were now—\n\nNiel was pressed against the seat as the car raced onto the highway.\n\n“Dad?”\n\n“Everything is going to be okay, Niel.”\n\n“Not if we crash; it won’t.”\n\nStewart glanced at the dash, then the car slowed slightly.\n\n“Dad, what’s going on?” They were still going too fast for his liking.\n\n“I’m going to fix this.”\n\nNiel watched his father’s face, the way the tension pulled the whiskers back. “You’re going to fix what’s wrong with me?” He’d been hoping for something to diffuse the tension, but he wasn’t at his best.\n\n“No, that’s permanent.” Steward ground his teeth. “But I know what you have to do so you won’t die.”\n\n“What are you talking about?” He noticed the sign as his father took the interstate. “Dad, home on the east side.”\n\nHis father stared ahead, grasping the wheel tightly enough the fur on his knuckles stood up.\n\n“What do I have to do, dad?” he asked cautiously. “You said you know what I have to do to live.”\n\n“You need to have sex.”\n\n“Are you trying to be funny?” Niel asked incredulously. “Is this you commenting on how much sex I’ve had?”\n\nStewart glanced at him. “What?” He focused on the road. “No, of course not. You know I don’t care as long as you’re safe.” He paused. “This is your grandfather’s fault.”\n\n“What grandfather?” Please let this not be his father losing his mind. He was in no state to deal with that, too. “Both yours and mom’s died before I was born.”\n\n“Mine’s alive.” His father said it like it was a curse.\n\n“You said he died.”\n\n“It was easier letting you think that, than having you hoping to meet him. The day you were born was the last time I saw him. He’s like you.”\n\n“Like me… you mean he’s a raccoon like you and Mom. Dad, can you make sense? I only have enough energy to deal with the fact I’m going to die unless—”\n\n“You’re not dying!”\n\nNiel stared at his father. Denying the evidence was a sign of insanity, right?\n\n“You need sex,” Stewart said, “like he does.”\n\nThe cool window against his temple helped mitigate the growing headache. Discretely, he typed a new message to Kuno, telling him of the change of plan, and that he’d let him know when to come to his house. He’d planned on heading to the frat, but it was now clear his father wouldn’t let him go anywhere, so having Kuno and Olavo drop by would be easier. The margay could explain things while Olavo healed Niel.\n\nThe exit took them into a residential neighborhood that reminded Niel of his; squarely middle class. His father parked behind a pickup and was out of the car before Niel could ask where they were, much less why.\n\nStewart opened the passenger door and helped Niel exit. He tried to resist, but his father already supported most of his weight. The door to the one-story house opened before they reached it and a mole-rat in jeans and a flannel shirt stood in it.\n\n“Stew? What are you doing here?” \n\nNiel couldn’t place the man, who had a slight middle European accent, but he remembered him as one of the machinist under his father’s supervision who kept the factory working.\n\n“Petro, you remember my son, Niel. We need your help.”\n\nThe mole-rat took Neil’s other side, and they carried him to the living room.\n\n“You need to have sex with him or he’ll die,” Stewart said, returning from closing the door.\n\nPetro looked from one raccoon to the other, then back again. “I will go make coffee.”\n\n“We don’t have time!”\n\n“There is always time for coffee.” The mole-rat vanished down the hall.\n\nNiel agreed with him. “Dad, how about you calm down, enjoy the coffee, and then,” unable to hold his annoyance back anymore, he snapped, “You fucking explain what you’re doing?”\n\n“I’m saving your life! You’re going to die if he doesn’t have sex with you. I already told you that.”\n\n“Yeah, but you haven’t explained how it is that’s going to help.”\n\nStewart paced the room in silence.\n\nPetro returned holding a tray with a clay pot, three cups, and container of sugar and cream. Niel hesitated when offered a cup, then accepted it. It would probably go right through him like everything else, but it was coffee and the enjoyment from drinking the cup was worth whatever came after. He added his usual two sugars and sipped it.\n\n“Now,” Petro added cream and three sugars to a cup. “Why don’t you explain what this is about?” he offered the cup to Stewart. That the mole-rat knew how his father liked his coffee told Niel they were more than coworkers.\n\nSteward took the cup and continued pacing. “Niel’s dying, and you have to have sex with him, to stop that from happening. I’d do it, but we’re related and… I was warned against it.”\n\nNiel stared at his father. That he considered that showed how deeply he believed sex would help him, but who could have warned him against it, and why? This felt like more that just a societal taboo.\n\n“Why me?” No dismissiveness in the tone, no laughing at how absurd Stewart sounded. Petro had also picked up on how desperate his father was.\n\n“You’re the only gay guy I could think of. I thought about a club, but it’s not like the ones I know cater to guys who are into sex with sick guys.”\n\n“Stewart, are you hearing yourself?” Petro asked, his tone even more cautious than Niel’s had been in the car. “If Niel is sick, he should be in a hospital.”\n\n“I was,” Niel said, when his father didn’t reply. “The doctors don’t know what’s wrong with me.”\n\n“So, you’re okay with having sex with me?” again, the mole-rat was cautious.\n\n“I’m gay, if that’s what you’re asking about. You’re older than the guys I usually go—”\n\n“This isn’t about what you like,” Stewart snapped. “It’s about staying alive.”\n\n“Who someone has sex with is important, Stewart,” Petro stated. “You don’t just grab the first guy who says yes.”\n\n“Someone needs to meet Limbani,” Niel muttered in his cup.\n\n“Fuck this.” Stewart put the cup down and undid his pant’s tail strap. “The consequences can’t be worse than my son dying.”\n\n“Whoa, Dad.” Niel covered his eyes with a hand. “Keep your pants on, please.”\n\nRoland’s stories about the tension between Thomas and their father once they’d settled in Taiwan weren’t funny anymore.\n\n“Settle down, Stewart,” Petro said, standing. “Clearly, this is important to you. If Niel is willing, I’ll do it.”\n\nNiel peaked between fingers in time to see the relief on his father’s face and that his pants were still on. “I’m okay with it.” He had no idea how he’d perform in his current state, but it would calm his father, and then they’d go home, where he could call Kuno and make sure he was healed.\n\n* * * * *\n\nPetro sat Niel on the bed, then closed the door. “I’m not sure how to go about this.”\n\nNiel tilted an ear. “You don’t know how to have sex?”\n\nThe mole-rat rolled his eyes. “I don’t know what to do with a dad asking me to have sex with his kid.”\n\n“I’m not a virgin, if that’s what you’re worried about.”\n\n“That had… crossed my mind; with Stewart claiming you need sex to live.”\n\n“That’s,” Niel hesitated. He couldn’t say it was weird, not anymore. He had no idea how it was possible he could suddenly develop a case of needing sex to live, but two years around magic made it so he couldn’t outright discount it. “Look, the worst that can happen is that we have sex, right? I’m always game for that; even if normally I like to play a more active role in it.”\n\n“We’d better get to it then.” Petro took off his shirt. “Before Stewart decides to check in on us.”\n\n“God, that’d be embarrassing.” Niel managed to undo the button to his shirt, but the contortions needed to take it off proved too much than he could manage. The mole-rat took it off, then removed Niel’s pants, and got naked too.\n\nThey looked each other over.\n\nPetro had a paunch, but there were muscles under the layer of fat. His father often talked about the physical labor involved in repairing industrial machinery, and the man before Niel attested to it. He looked at the semi-hard cock and smiled.\n\n“You like what you see,” Petro said. “I guess that’s good.” The cock had been smaller when soft, so it wasn’t done growing. Niel was going to feel it.\n\n“What about you?” he tried to spread his arms, but was too exhausted from working the buttons, instead the attempt made him fall back.\n\n“You’re definitely good-looking; if younger than what I go for. Surprised you’re hard, though.”\n\nNiel sighed. “I’ve been popping wood all day. And you’re going to be the oldest guy I’ve had sex with.”\n\n“You want me to turn the lights off, then? Will that make it more comfortable for you?”\n\n“I’m okay with the lights on. But since I won’t be able to do more than lie here, being on my stomach will work better.”\n\nPetro turned Niel over, then climbed onto the bed. He pulled a bottle from the nightstand, then lubed Niel’s ass, the finger pressing against the ring. The finger stopped moving.\n\n“Shit. I didn’t even ask if you’re okay with me putting my finger in there.”\n\n“I’m good,” Niel said with a chuckle. “I appreciate that you’re loosening me, but the lube’s enough.”\n\n“Okay, if you’re sure. I’m kind of thick.”\n\n“Oh yeah,” Niel replied with a smile. “I’m sure.”\n\nPetro rubbed his cock between the slick cheeks. He adjusted the head, pressing here and there as he searched, then he found the spot, and Niel sighed as the cock entered him.\n\n“Oh, yeah. I’m really sure.”\n\nThe mole-rat pushed and pulled slowly, almost hesitantly. Niel moaned with pleasure at the motion. He’d been right; he felt it. The head had grown, and the crown had stretched his hole and, fuck, did that feel good. He grunted as his prostate was rubbed, and the mole-rat chuckled. There was motion over Niel and the next thrust made him gasp as his prostate was the direct target. He tightened his ass around the cock, and the sensation increased; as did Petro’s speed.\n\n“Look.” The man panted. “I don’t have—” a groan “—the longest fuse so—”\n\nNiel tightened his ass again, and the rest was strangled off, same as the cock. Petro shifted and put more weight on Niel. Then he was fucking him hard.\n\nThe mole-rat tensed less than a minute later and came. Niel let out an appreciative sigh as the cock pulsed in his ass.\n\nPetro rolled off. “Sorry if that didn’t live up to what you kids can do these days.”\n\nNiel chuckled and raised his head. “Don’t apologize. It was nice.”\n\n“Nice, huh?” Petro smiled. “I’ll take that.”\n\n“Yes, nice.” Niel put his arms under him and raised himself. “Once you’re rested, you can fuck me again.” He noticed the position he was in as Petro laughed.\n\n“Once I’m rested? You do get that at my age. You’re looking at a couple of hours before I can get it up again.”\n\nIt was slow, but Niel pushed himself to his knees. He still felt hungry, but somehow he had the strength to move. \n\nHe smiled at the mole-rat, looking at him wide-eyed. “In that case, how do you feel about me topping you?”\n\n“Are you going to be able to?” he asked in dismay.\n\nNiel considered how he felt and how much those legs had to weigh. “If you’re on your stomach. I don’t know if I can take your legs on my shoulders.” He looked for the lube. “Do you need me to loosen you?”\n\nPetro looked at Niel’s hard cock. “Yeah, it’s been a while.”\n\nNiel took his time pushing the slick finger in the mole-rat’s ass, then moving it, pressing against the ring. He added a second finger, and when Petro moaned, a third. When the resistance had lessened and the man was now biting the pillow to muffle his moaning, Niel positioned himself. He pushed his cock in, then gave quick thrusts to push ever deeper, but didn’t think he’d snagged the prostrate.\n\nOnce he bottomed in, Niel switched to slow and long thrusts, and Petro became more vocal in his appreciation of the technique. He picked up speed, trying to outrun the exhaustion he felt building. It would suck if he’d ended up being too tired to cum.\n\nThe ass tightened on his cock, and Niel grunted. He shoved hard, then came.\n\n“Fuck,” he managed between pants.\n\n“Glad that worked on you, too.”\n\nNiel chuckled. He pulled out and rested on his knees. He considered lying down, but noticed he was still hard, and the building tiredness had receded. He also didn’t feel as hungry.\n\n“Do you mind if I fuck you again?”\n\nPetro looked over his shoulder. “You’re still hard? Fuck, I miss being a kid. Go right ahead.” He lowered his head on the pillow, and Niel went right ahead.\n\n* * * * *\n\nAnd ahead and ahead.\n\n* * * * *\n\n“I can’t take it anymore,” Petro said with a chuckle after Niel came a sixth time in his ass. “I’m not going to have an ass left if you keep going.”\n\nWith a laugh, Neil let himself fall onto the bed next to the mole-rat. He felt good. His hunger was gone; he was energized. He looked at the man and grinned. “You rested enough to fuck me?” he yawned.\n\n“Do you ever get enough?” Petro asked in astonishment.\n\n“Sometimes.” He yawned again, and his eyelids felt heavy. “But I can go for…”",
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Hey, Olavo, I’m dying and I need you to fuck me better. It wouldn’t go over well with Stewart until after his father had been read in on at least the basics of magic.
The text had bounced back with a ‘try after class’ note. Niel wasn’t close enough to the capybara to warrant reaching him when he was busy. So he’d messaged Kuno. The text had gone through, but the margay had yet to answer in the time since they’d left the hospital, and were now—
Niel was pressed against the seat as the car raced onto the highway.
“Dad?”
“Everything is going to be okay, Niel.”
“Not if we crash; it won’t.”
Stewart glanced at the dash, then the car slowed slightly.
“Dad, what’s going on?” They were still going too fast for his liking.
“I’m going to fix this.”
Niel watched his father’s face, the way the tension pulled the whiskers back. “You’re going to fix what’s wrong with me?” He’d been hoping for something to diffuse the tension, but he wasn’t at his best.
“No, that’s permanent.” Steward ground his teeth. “But I know what you have to do so you won’t die.”
“What are you talking about?” He noticed the sign as his father took the interstate. “Dad, home on the east side.”
His father stared ahead, grasping the wheel tightly enough the fur on his knuckles stood up.
“What do I have to do, dad?” he asked cautiously. “You said you know what I have to do to live.”
“You need to have sex.”
“Are you trying to be funny?” Niel asked incredulously. “Is this you commenting on how much sex I’ve had?”
Stewart glanced at him. “What?” He focused on the road. “No, of course not. You know I don’t care as long as you’re safe.” He paused. “This is your grandfather’s fault.”
“What grandfather?” Please let this not be his father losing his mind. He was in no state to deal with that, too. “Both yours and mom’s died before I was born.”
“Mine’s alive.” His father said it like it was a curse.
“You said he died.”
“It was easier letting you think that, than having you hoping to meet him. The day you were born was the last time I saw him. He’s like you.”
“Like me… you mean he’s a raccoon like you and Mom. Dad, can you make sense? I only have enough energy to deal with the fact I’m going to die unless—”
“You’re not dying!”
Niel stared at his father. Denying the evidence was a sign of insanity, right?
“You need sex,” Stewart said, “like he does.”
The cool window against his temple helped mitigate the growing headache. Discretely, he typed a new message to Kuno, telling him of the change of plan, and that he’d let him know when to come to his house. He’d planned on heading to the frat, but it was now clear his father wouldn’t let him go anywhere, so having Kuno and Olavo drop by would be easier. The margay could explain things while Olavo healed Niel.
The exit took them into a residential neighborhood that reminded Niel of his; squarely middle class. His father parked behind a pickup and was out of the car before Niel could ask where they were, much less why.
Stewart opened the passenger door and helped Niel exit. He tried to resist, but his father already supported most of his weight. The door to the one-story house opened before they reached it and a mole-rat in jeans and a flannel shirt stood in it.
“Stew? What are you doing here?”
Niel couldn’t place the man, who had a slight middle European accent, but he remembered him as one of the machinist under his father’s supervision who kept the factory working.
“Petro, you remember my son, Niel. We need your help.”
The mole-rat took Neil’s other side, and they carried him to the living room.
“You need to have sex with him or he’ll die,” Stewart said, returning from closing the door.
Petro looked from one raccoon to the other, then back again. “I will go make coffee.”
“We don’t have time!”
“There is always time for coffee.” The mole-rat vanished down the hall.
Niel agreed with him. “Dad, how about you calm down, enjoy the coffee, and then,” unable to hold his annoyance back anymore, he snapped, “You fucking explain what you’re doing?”
“I’m saving your life! You’re going to die if he doesn’t have sex with you. I already told you that.”
“Yeah, but you haven’t explained how it is that’s going to help.”
Stewart paced the room in silence.
Petro returned holding a tray with a clay pot, three cups, and container of sugar and cream. Niel hesitated when offered a cup, then accepted it. It would probably go right through him like everything else, but it was coffee and the enjoyment from drinking the cup was worth whatever came after. He added his usual two sugars and sipped it.
“Now,” Petro added cream and three sugars to a cup. “Why don’t you explain what this is about?” he offered the cup to Stewart. That the mole-rat knew how his father liked his coffee told Niel they were more than coworkers.
Steward took the cup and continued pacing. “Niel’s dying, and you have to have sex with him, to stop that from happening. I’d do it, but we’re related and… I was warned against it.”
Niel stared at his father. That he considered that showed how deeply he believed sex would help him, but who could have warned him against it, and why? This felt like more that just a societal taboo.
“Why me?” No dismissiveness in the tone, no laughing at how absurd Stewart sounded. Petro had also picked up on how desperate his father was.
“You’re the only gay guy I could think of. I thought about a club, but it’s not like the ones I know cater to guys who are into sex with sick guys.”
“Stewart, are you hearing yourself?” Petro asked, his tone even more cautious than Niel’s had been in the car. “If Niel is sick, he should be in a hospital.”
“I was,” Niel said, when his father didn’t reply. “The doctors don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
“So, you’re okay with having sex with me?” again, the mole-rat was cautious.
“I’m gay, if that’s what you’re asking about. You’re older than the guys I usually go—”
“This isn’t about what you like,” Stewart snapped. “It’s about staying alive.”
“Who someone has sex with is important, Stewart,” Petro stated. “You don’t just grab the first guy who says yes.”
“Someone needs to meet Limbani,” Niel muttered in his cup.
“Fuck this.” Stewart put the cup down and undid his pant’s tail strap. “The consequences can’t be worse than my son dying.”
“Whoa, Dad.” Niel covered his eyes with a hand. “Keep your pants on, please.”
Roland’s stories about the tension between Thomas and their father once they’d settled in Taiwan weren’t funny anymore.
“Settle down, Stewart,” Petro said, standing. “Clearly, this is important to you. If Niel is willing, I’ll do it.”
Niel peaked between fingers in time to see the relief on his father’s face and that his pants were still on. “I’m okay with it.” He had no idea how he’d perform in his current state, but it would calm his father, and then they’d go home, where he could call Kuno and make sure he was healed.
* * * * *
Petro sat Niel on the bed, then closed the door. “I’m not sure how to go about this.”
Niel tilted an ear. “You don’t know how to have sex?”
The mole-rat rolled his eyes. “I don’t know what to do with a dad asking me to have sex with his kid.”
“I’m not a virgin, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“That had… crossed my mind; with Stewart claiming you need sex to live.”
“That’s,” Niel hesitated. He couldn’t say it was weird, not anymore. He had no idea how it was possible he could suddenly develop a case of needing sex to live, but two years around magic made it so he couldn’t outright discount it. “Look, the worst that can happen is that we have sex, right? I’m always game for that; even if normally I like to play a more active role in it.”
“We’d better get to it then.” Petro took off his shirt. “Before Stewart decides to check in on us.”
“God, that’d be embarrassing.” Niel managed to undo the button to his shirt, but the contortions needed to take it off proved too much than he could manage. The mole-rat took it off, then removed Niel’s pants, and got naked too.
They looked each other over.
Petro had a paunch, but there were muscles under the layer of fat. His father often talked about the physical labor involved in repairing industrial machinery, and the man before Niel attested to it. He looked at the semi-hard cock and smiled.
“You like what you see,” Petro said. “I guess that’s good.” The cock had been smaller when soft, so it wasn’t done growing. Niel was going to feel it.
“What about you?” he tried to spread his arms, but was too exhausted from working the buttons, instead the attempt made him fall back.
“You’re definitely good-looking; if younger than what I go for. Surprised you’re hard, though.”
Niel sighed. “I’ve been popping wood all day. And you’re going to be the oldest guy I’ve had sex with.”
“You want me to turn the lights off, then? Will that make it more comfortable for you?”
“I’m okay with the lights on. But since I won’t be able to do more than lie here, being on my stomach will work better.”
Petro turned Niel over, then climbed onto the bed. He pulled a bottle from the nightstand, then lubed Niel’s ass, the finger pressing against the ring. The finger stopped moving.
“Shit. I didn’t even ask if you’re okay with me putting my finger in there.”
“I’m good,” Niel said with a chuckle. “I appreciate that you’re loosening me, but the lube’s enough.”
“Okay, if you’re sure. I’m kind of thick.”
“Oh yeah,” Niel replied with a smile. “I’m sure.”
Petro rubbed his cock between the slick cheeks. He adjusted the head, pressing here and there as he searched, then he found the spot, and Niel sighed as the cock entered him.
“Oh, yeah. I’m really sure.”
The mole-rat pushed and pulled slowly, almost hesitantly. Niel moaned with pleasure at the motion. He’d been right; he felt it. The head had grown, and the crown had stretched his hole and, fuck, did that feel good. He grunted as his prostate was rubbed, and the mole-rat chuckled. There was motion over Niel and the next thrust made him gasp as his prostate was the direct target. He tightened his ass around the cock, and the sensation increased; as did Petro’s speed.
“Look.” The man panted. “I don’t have—” a groan “—the longest fuse so—”
Niel tightened his ass again, and the rest was strangled off, same as the cock. Petro shifted and put more weight on Niel. Then he was fucking him hard.
The mole-rat tensed less than a minute later and came. Niel let out an appreciative sigh as the cock pulsed in his ass.
Petro rolled off. “Sorry if that didn’t live up to what you kids can do these days.”
Niel chuckled and raised his head. “Don’t apologize. It was nice.”
“Nice, huh?” Petro smiled. “I’ll take that.”
“Yes, nice.” Niel put his arms under him and raised himself. “Once you’re rested, you can fuck me again.” He noticed the position he was in as Petro laughed.
“Once I’m rested? You do get that at my age. You’re looking at a couple of hours before I can get it up again.”
It was slow, but Niel pushed himself to his knees. He still felt hungry, but somehow he had the strength to move.
He smiled at the mole-rat, looking at him wide-eyed. “In that case, how do you feel about me topping you?”
“Are you going to be able to?” he asked in dismay.
Niel considered how he felt and how much those legs had to weigh. “If you’re on your stomach. I don’t know if I can take your legs on my shoulders.” He looked for the lube. “Do you need me to loosen you?”
Petro looked at Niel’s hard cock. “Yeah, it’s been a while.”
Niel took his time pushing the slick finger in the mole-rat’s ass, then moving it, pressing against the ring. He added a second finger, and when Petro moaned, a third. When the resistance had lessened and the man was now biting the pillow to muffle his moaning, Niel positioned himself. He pushed his cock in, then gave quick thrusts to push ever deeper, but didn’t think he’d snagged the prostrate.
Once he bottomed in, Niel switched to slow and long thrusts, and Petro became more vocal in his appreciation of the technique. He picked up speed, trying to outrun the exhaustion he felt building. It would suck if he’d ended up being too tired to cum.
The ass tightened on his cock, and Niel grunted. He shoved hard, then came.
“Fuck,” he managed between pants.
“Glad that worked on you, too.”
Niel chuckled. He pulled out and rested on his knees. He considered lying down, but noticed he was still hard, and the building tiredness had receded. He also didn’t feel as hungry.
“Do you mind if I fuck you again?”
Petro looked over his shoulder. “You’re still hard? Fuck, I miss being a kid. Go right ahead.” He lowered his head on the pillow, and Niel went right ahead.
* * * * *
And ahead and ahead.
* * * * *
“I can’t take it anymore,” Petro said with a chuckle after Niel came a sixth time in his ass. “I’m not going to have an ass left if you keep going.”
With a laugh, Neil let himself fall onto the bed next to the mole-rat. He felt good. His hunger was gone; he was energized. He looked at the man and grinned. “You rested enough to fuck me?” he yawned.
“Do you ever get enough?” Petro asked in astonishment.
“Sometimes.” He yawned again, and his eyelids felt heavy. “But I can go for…”",
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