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Uncle David Fucks Adam Ch. 01

By: Bundy5



Adam slumped in the computer chair in David's home office, one hand rubbing his cock through his shorts and the other using his uncle's computer to browse the casual sex section on Craigslist. He would have used his phone, but he did not have the Wi-Fi login details. His uncle, David, who barely knew him, had graciously allowed Adam to crash on his couch while he searched for a new apartment to rent. He had also granted Adam the use of his computer which was supposed to be for browsing real estate sites, but the instant David left for work Adam embarked on a quest to get his dick sucked.

As much as he hated to admit it, his uncle reminded him strongly of every single guy he had ever fucked, and it made him so damn horny. It was difficult being in the same room as David, because Adam couldn't help but undress his own uncle with his eyes, and David always gave him funny looks in return. Adam was a cub and a bear chaser; his past few fuck-buddies were all burly, hairy men, and David was the biggest, hairiest hulk of a man Adam had ever laid eyes on. David ran a small media company, so he wore smart white dress shirts and black slacks -- both of which bulged under his girth. His shirt strained at the shoulders and biceps and ran taut over his broad and impenetrable torso. Coarse, curly chest hair spilled out over the top button, threatening to merge with the peppered dark-brown stubble, and fur crept up the back of his neck from his shoulders. He had a chubby face perpetually shadowed with beard and his hands were like grizzled bear's paws, strong and rough. There were only two bulges in tight, black slacks he wore: a soft, curved outline of his manhood running down the left leg like a giant slug and his round, muscled buttocks.

Adam was having trouble finding any local bears online; they all seemed to be young, slim and shaved looking for similarly young, slim and shaved guys. His uncle's place was also too far away from his old apartment to meet with his regular fuck-buddy bears. However David lived alone and was at work, so Adam didn't have to worry about getting caught. Minutes later he found the only ad that interested him by some bear that lived in the same area seeking the other heavyset men. His fingers flew eagerly across his uncle's keyboard as he responded: '24 vers cub. 110kgs, 5'11, 4" uncut, THICK! White, brown hair/eyes, very hairy. Want my cock sucked, will recip and more. DFF, you be too. Can host or travel within distance.' He fiddled with David's webcam for a bit, using it to snap a photo of his erect cock to attach. He hit send and then logged into his email in a new browser tab. 

While he waited for a reply he navigated to the 'My Pictures' folder to delete his photo but it wasn't there. Adam launched the webcam software again, checked the option settings, and found the automatic save destination somewhere in David's external hard drive, in a folder called 'daddy'. Curious, Adam opened the folder and was inundated with a page full of video clip thumbnails, as well as a hefty bank of saved photos. All the photos were of a man's cock, and appeared to be post-blowjob, covered in cum and spit -- sitting at this very desk and in the same chair! But on closer look they were all different men with different penises: Long, curved, stubby or thick, with skin tone ranging from dark ebony to alabaster pale, and with pubes of all different colours -- there was a cock shot for every type of man here. Adam opened a video at random and his jaw dropped. There was a stranger, sitting in David's chair with an 8 inch thick cock, and then his uncle David entered the frame, dropped to his knees and started deep-throating the man. 

"What the hell?" Adam muttered. "Uncle David?" He couldn't help himself; he opened a few more videos. There were several hundreds of them! In one marked over three years old, David had one leg braced on the desk and was fucking a young chubby teenager, the stranger's boyish face contorted in pain and ecstasy as he moaned into the camera.

"Say you want daddy bear to fuck harder!" David snarled, grabbing the teenager's blond hair with a hand and twisting cruelly. He leaned in close to the camera to grin wolfishly. "Say it!"

"Fuck me harder, daddy bear!" the teenager whimpered, and squealed like a pig as David dropped his leg and began to pound the young man so hard the entire desk shook. Adam watched avidly, stroking his cock, while his uncle ploughed a stranger's ass and then pumped string after string of hot, ropy cum all over the man's back.

He watched several others, growing hornier and hornier with each load uncle David shot from his huge cock. All the guys he fucked, sucked or let suck were chubby and hairy, just like Adam.

Adam was about to watch another one but noticed a (1) in his taskbar and switched to his internet browser. He had received a reply from the craigslist ad a couple of minutes ago. An image of a throbbing, vein-riddled dick had been attached, and simply read, '7.5 cut bear in late 40's, very big and hairy. I want your hot cock in my mouth. I'd prefer my place.' There was a Google Maps link, which Adam clicked. He stared at the address, dumbfounded. It was here. 

"What the fuck!" Adam groaned to himself, standing up and pacing away from the computer. He ran his hands through his hair in frustration. "This is so fucked up!" There was no way he could do anything with his uncle. David was... well he was incredibly sexy for starters, and appeared to know his way around another man's junk. He tried to imagine making a move on David, but couldn't. What would his parents do if they found out? He barely even knew his uncle. David saw Adam as a toddler, but moved overseas for work for so long that when he returned Adam's mother and David's sister did not bother reuniting them. Adam showing up at his doorstep with no place to stay was the first David had seen of his nephew in almost two decades.

He briefly imagined having his hot uncle close by in high school when he started experimenting with other guys. Oh, how that would have changed things. He suddenly craved to know what it could have been like. 

Adam darted back to the computer and replied, 'I'll be there.' 

David replied almost at once, "Hang on, not yet. There's something I have to do first." By that, Adam suspected, David meant getting him out of the house. He suddenly realised David might not warm to the idea of letting his long lost nephew suck him off, and knew he needed to ease the old bear in gently.

Ten minutes later David was at the front door, unlocking it with a dull click. "Adam?" he called out, shutting the door behind him. 

Adam was in David's home office, watching porn shirtless. He pulled his hardening cock out and waited. 

"Adam?" David called out again, and stepped into the office. 

"Shit!" Adam exclaimed covering himself with a hand. "I thought you were at work!"

David was staring at his chubby, hairy nephew, his mouth slightly agape having caught Adam masturbating. His eyes roved over Adam's vast body, stopping first at his two pink nipples peeking through the dense chest hair, and then the erect cock badly concealed by a hand. He looked back up and affixed himself with a frown. "I left early. What the hell are you watching on my computer?" he asked brusquely, nodding at the computer monitor. 

Adam turned the sound up, and hoarse grunting from two men filled the space. "Grrr, fuck my hairy hole!" a man growled through the speakers.

"Watching some porn," Adam said, no longer covering his erect cock as he turned the monitor to face David.

"Oh," David said softly in surprise when he realised what he was watching. Adam could see David's crotch swelling with excitement. "You... You like bea -- er -- big guys?"

"They're called bears, uncle," said Adam, knowing full well that David knew already. "Don't freak out, David. I know you look like a bear yourself with your big hairy chest and all, but I'd never make a move at you. Because you're my uncle."

That seemed to harden his resolve. "Yes. Yes, just think of what your mother would say," he said, almost as though he were admonishing himself. "Put it away. Your privates -- cover them for crying out loud. And put your shirt back on." 

Adam complied. "So what did you need me for?"

"What do you mean?" David asked suspiciously. 

"You were calling me name when you came in," Adam reminded him. 

"What? Oh, right. Just... just checking to see if you were in," said David. "Actually, I have some places you could rent. I printed this off at work just before leaving, and I think you should take a look at them. Today." He passed Adam a printed webpage. 

"These places are on the other side of the city," Adam complained as he skimmed the listings. But they were reasonably priced and actually looked decent even though it was a ploy to get him out of the house. He folded it in half and pocketed it, fully intending to check them out later. "It'll take me several hours to get there and back, so I'll check them out tomorrow morning. Thanks though, that was kind of you." He got up and gave David a hug, making sure to press his stiff cock against David's thigh. 

"Hugging with porn on, that's something two guys don't do every day," David joked. "Let's stop doing that, shall we?"

"Just one of the ways I'm showing you my thanks."

"You're welcome," said David gruffly, masking his confusion over the double entendre. He was clearly not used to getting cock-blocked however, by his own nephew of all people, so he pushed Adam off rather roughly and muttered, "I'm going to take a shower."

Adam waited until he heard water running, and then darted back to the computer. 'Can't wait. I need to suck your big cock. Be there in 5 minutes.' He sent it to David, and heard a chime sound in the bathroom as David's phone received the email. The sound of the shower ceased. Adam stripped naked in the living room and reclined on the sofa. 

"Fuck!" Adam heard David cursing in the bathroom. David stormed out with a folded towel covering his groin as he was too large to wrap it around himself. "Adam, where are you!"

"Living room!"

David entered the living room, still flushed pink from the shower. The hair on his chest was sleek, like an otter's, pointing down to his beer keg of a gut. He had rubbed his shoulders dry, and the hair there stood up as though he had been electrified. "Adam, I have a friend coming over -- oh jeez! Put some clothes on. I can't see my own nephew like this!"

"What? I'm in bed and I happen to sleep in the buff."

"Adam, I need you to... to give me some privacy. Now I let you crash on my couch, which is fine, but right now I need you to give me thirty minutes alone. Get dressed and go out -- grab dinner, anything. I'll give you a fifty."

"Thirty minutes alone time with a friend?" Adam inquired asked doubtfully, idly scratching his inner thigh and jostling his cock. He smiled to himself when he saw David's eyes flick down to his groin. "Be honest, David, did you leave work early to 'get some'?"

"If you must know, then yes," said David in exasperation, blushing red under his dark stubble. Adam got up from the sofa. "Thank you -- it won't be long, I promise. Just thirty minutes."

"Is it a lady friend?" asked Adam as he walked over. 

"That's none of your business, Adam," said David shortly.

"Or is it a man? Have you got a man coming over to feed you his cock?"

David was getting cross. Adam stopped in front of him. "Has it been five minutes?"

"What?"

"Has it been... five minutes..." repeated Adam, slowly pulling David's towel from his grasp. 

David's cock was rock hard -- it sprung up to rub its head against Adam's belly fat. "Oh, it was you," gasped David softly, his face transforming into an excited grin. But the grin faded as quickly as it appeared. "Oh no. No, no, no -- Adam, no." He snatched back the towel and covered himself. "I didn't know it was you, or I wouldn't have replied."

"Relax, Uncle David," said Adam, pulling his uncle closer so their hairy bellies touched. "I won't --" He kissed David's neck, "tell --" He kissed David's stubbled jaw, "anyone." 

"Not a word?" David breathed, and Adam nodded. He kissed his nephew. Adam's lips were so soft under his own and couldn't help tenderly cupping the back of Adam's head. Adam's lips parted eagerly, but David pulled back under the pretence of exploring the rest of Adam's body. He grabbed his nephew's cock and gave it a squeeze. "Just like the photo you sent me... why did you make me think -- why did you put me through all that?"

"I wanted to surprise you," said Adam with a grin. "Ease you into it --"

David forced Adam onto his knees and swung his hips, slapping his nephew in the face with his meaty cock. "Suck it, boy. Show me how much you want thick bear cock."

Adam grabbed his uncle's manhood with a hand and shoved it hungrily into his mouth. It smelled of soap from his shower, a body wash with a faint, masculine scent. He grabbed his uncle from behind and buried his face in his uncle's pubes. David's thick daddy dick slid down his throat like a soda bottle, all seven and a half inches -- it was too much -- Adam pulled away, gagging. Suddenly two hands grabbed the sides of his head, and the thick meat was sliding in and out, in and out, with barely any time to breathe. Spit ran freely down Adam's chin, the viscous kind from the back of his throat, dredged up by the face-fucking. 

"Mmph!" Adam made a sound in protest.

"You wanted my cock, so take it!" David snarled. "Oh, boy, I've wanted to ram my cock down your little whore mouth since you got here. You're so fucking hot! Fuck!"

Adam lost all sense of time while his uncle -- his uncle -- thrust into his hungry mouth. Don't think, just enjoy it, he told himself. David eventually relented, and pushed Adam who was coughing and gagging for breath down onto the floor. David climbed on top of him and kissed him deeply, wriggling his tongue deep into his nephew's mouth. His beard stubble grazed Adam's lips. 

"Mmm, I can taste my own cock," David growled, smacking his lips. He stared at Adam, who was still dazed by the sudden turn of events, and asked in a slightly softer voice, "You want this, right?"

Adam nodded, and that was all the permission David needed. His uncle spun himself around into a 69 position. "Open wide," David commanded, and plunged his cock back into Adam's soft mouth. David lowered himself over his nephew's hairy belly and took his nephew's manhood into his mouth. Adam squirmed in delight under him, moaning thickly around David's cock, and started sucking him off with renewed vigour. David could not stop himself from howling with pleasure; his nephew's mouth had superb suction, it felt like he was fucking a virgin's tight ass while someone blew and jacked him off at the same time. It was just the right amount of warmth and wetness, and David could feel precum steadily oozing out of his cock.

David worked his nephew's cock with his tongue, swirling the tip around and under Adam's bulbous head and then running it up and down the stubby shaft. It was only four inches, but as Adam had promised in his email, it as thick as a beer can. He had trouble wrapping his lips around it, but when he did Adam's slick cock slid neatly into his mouth and he pressed his nose in Adam's soft balls. He wet a finger with some of his spit running down Adam's dick, lifted one of Adam's legs up and rubbed his puckered arsehole. 

Adam moaned and bucked his hips. 

David spat out his nephew's cock. "Want to get your ass eaten, boy?" he asked. 

Before Adam could even reply, he felt his hips lift off the ground -- David had grabbed them and was now running his tongue up hungrily and down his crack. He couldn't move his head, but his uncle was gently thrusting his hips as he licked and slurped at his hole. 

The tip of David's raspy tongue wormed its way into his tight hole. David pulled his cock out of Adam's mouth, repositioned himself, and then suddenly David's tongue was deep inside Adam's arse. It felt like a wet, slimy finger, exploring the pleasures his hole had to offer, repeatedly penetrating his tight ring while strong hands squeezed his spread cheeks. 

"Ooooh yeah, eat my arse!" Adam moaned breathlessly. With his uncle putting his weight on his chest he could barely breathe. David's hairy manhole was hovering just a few inches above his mouth so Adam lubed a finger with his spit and began fingering his uncle. In response David made a surprised noise and shifted his hips a little to give Adam better access. 

"Ooh, yeah boy. That's it, finger daddy bear's ass!"

Adam fingered him harder and faster, punching two fingers into his uncle's wrinkled hole up to the knuckle and pulling them out. David's insides were warm and velvety, contrasting the rough hairs on his ass that tugged at Adam's fingers when he pulled out. 

David was soon bouncing on him, fucking himself on Adam's fingers while Adam's arse went forgotten. "Get off, I can't breathe!" Adam gasped.

David stopped, slapped Adam's ass cheeks with a growl and stood up. "You okay, boy?" he panted, standing above him. Adam nodded. He could only see his uncle's fat cock and a hairy chest peering over an ample belly. "You look fine to me. Stick your ass up in the air. I wasn't done eating you out." Adam obeyed, lifting his legs up and hooking his hands under his knees.

David got down on all fours and planted his tongue firmly into Adam's wet hole. He alternated between lapping it like a dog and burying his face in between his nephew's cheeks while his skilful tongue slipped through the Adam' defences. Adam was moaning and writhing, his fingernails scrabbling uselessly on the floor while his uncle's tongue delivered so much pleasure he thought he'd suffocate without it. 

"Fuck me daddy bear!" Adam suddenly burst out saying, and the mere thought of it sent him over the edge. Cum sprayed over Adam's face in waves as he inadvertently gave himself a facial. His uncle's strong hand was wrapped around his short cock at once, jerking out the rest of the load. Thick, creamy droplets splattered Adam's cheeks and neck, pooling where his eyes were or rolling down to drip onto the floor. 

David walked forwards on his hands and licked the sperm off Adam's face. He kissed his nephew, letting Adam's seed mingle on their tastebuds, and grinned. "Still want daddy bear to fuck you?" he asked. 

"Do you want to?"

"I wasn't sure at first," said David. "I mean, a blowjob is just a blowjob, but to actually have anal sex... You're my sister's son, Adam. We're family, for crying out loud. We can't let this get out of hand."

"David. Do you want to fuck me?" asked Adam, cutting off each word. He grabbed his uncle's cock. "Do you want to shove this big, honking dick up your nephew's tight arse?"

"Adam --"

"This will stay between us."

"Adam, listen -- "

"It doesn't have to be a one-off thing."

David hung his head in defeat. "I do. Oh, Adam, I want to fuck you so bad," he admitted. "If I bumped into you at a bar and didn't know who you were, I'd have you up against the bathroom wall before the conversation was even over while I fill your insides up with my cum."

Adam laid back and pulled his legs into the air. "Go on then, fuck me. I'm all yours. I want your thick uncle dick up inside me."

David reached over to swipe Adam's cum off the ground and slathered his cock with it. "Okay, here goes," he warned, grabbing one of Adam's legs. He positioned his cock and pushed. "Fuck, you're tight!" 

Adam reached down to spread his cheeks, and felt the head of his uncle's big dick penetrate him. Inch after inch, David continued to enter his nephew's body until he was fully submerged. "Oh-h-h," David shuddered, closing his eyes. "It's like your insides are sucking me off. I've never fucked such a snug ass before."


Uncle David Fucks Adam Ch. 01



David started to hump him, thrusting deeper and deeper inside him without pulling out. His cock fit his nephew so perfectly that even the smallest of plunges sent ripples of pleasure surging through both of them. He fucked Adam slowly and gently until his cock grew so hard it hurt. "Grab your legs," he commanded his nephew who obeyed at once. David in turn grabbed his nephew's thighs and used them to pull into each thrust harder and faster. He gradually pulled out further until he was penetrating Adam anew with each stroke. 

Sudden random spikes of pleasure and pain left Adam reeling. "Fuck!" he shouted after David's thick cock rubbing against his prostate sent a particularly intense wave of pleasure surging through his body. Another wave followed, and then another as David continued to hammer into the sweet spot, his hips working like a piston, the sound of skin slapping skin in his ears and the smell of sweat and cum in the air -- and then Adam felt his stomach tense as another load of his own cum splashed his face. 

David errupted at the same time, shouting wordlessly as he climaxed -- Adam's insides squeezed his dick during the orgasm, and it was impossible not to finish. He felt his seed jetting into his nephew's insides with the force of a water gun, and a new heat flooded the snug passage where they joined. He slumped back onto the floor, panting. Adam was breathing heavily too, but scooted over to kiss him. 

David twisted away, confused. "We just fucked and you still want more?"

"Can't a man make out with his hot uncle after sex?" asked Adam with a grin. "It's a shame. I thought we were going to film it. There's always tomorrow, right? Heck, even tonight..."

David smiled. He found Adam's pants and shook out the folded sheet of paper. "You're staying here with me, boy," he said, ripping the paper to shreds.



Uncle David Fucks Adam Ch. 02



Note: This story delves deeper into incest/taboo territory.

***

Adam ran his hands down David's chest curiously, exploring his contours of his uncle's body under the cover of the darkness, where no one would know, and no one could judge -- not even David. The alarm clock on David's dresser read 12:09 AM and Adam was drowsy but awake, riding out the euphoria of their third coupling that night. It was been an intense, sweaty half hour, culminating in simultaneous orgasms -- something his uncle seemed to have a knack for -- and David promptly dozed off afterward.

As great as the sex was, there was precious little time for Adam to admire the gorgeous hunk of a man his uncle was between all the fucking. Besides, David was starting to shy away from Adam's more intimate advances when they weren't having sex, such as kissing. Adam didn't see what the big deal was. There was so little of it in casual hook-ups it made it all the more erotic.

It was all very new to Adam, this relationship with his uncle. He was not sure how deep their connection went yet, or how David felt about it. Adam wasn't all that clear on his own feelings blossoming away under the surface. It took less than ten hours to go from seeing each other for the first time in two decades to breaking that family barrier and splattering each other with their cum. That must have meant something.

And last night... Last night had been an experience out of this world.

He supposed the next few days would reveal whether it was all going to work out, and if so, how. David had made it clear he wanted Adam to stay, but in what capacity? Was he David's sex toy now, or just a fuck-buddy and house-mate who happened to be his nephew?

What would they tell his parents -- David's sister Beatrice and brother Duncan... that Adam had simply moved into David's house for no apparent reason? Even Adam saw the holes in that story. Adam and David barely knew each other, David having being absent during most of Adam's life.

Two days ago Adam had shown up on David's doorstep, jobless and without a place to stay, selfishly playing the family card, begging for assistance. His uncle had begrudged him a couch and use of his computer to help get him back on his feet, and a day later -- yesterday at midday-- Adam had stumbled upon an ad David had put up on Craigslist looking for casual sex with other husky, hairy bears. He also found a cache of home-made porn videos staring his uncle sucking and fucking various men. In a hasty decision largely fuelled by the latter, Adam decided to go through with it.

His uncle had not known he was corresponding with his own nephew, but with the help of some brazen nudity leading up to the revelation, Adam's naked body had whipped David into such a storm of lust that they fucked right there on the living room floor, and then again on the stairs as they made their way to the bedroom.

If there was one thing they shared, it would be their mutual love of sex. His uncle had a ferocious sexual appetite that even Adam, who was as virile and horny as young men came, had trouble keeping up. David needed so little time to recover in between orgasms that lube quickly became redundant; Adam's ass would still be oozing David's semen by the time David entered for the second and then third time.

But his uncle shared a lot more than their joint interest in men. David was his uncle on his mother's side, and although his mother and uncle looked nothing alike, Adam could see the lines of resemblance linking them together. Adam looked nothing like parents and had always wondered where his thickset body and height had come from -- now he knew it was from his mother's side.

Standing naked side by side, David and Adam could pass for father and son, or even brothers if it weren't for David's perpetual scowl and surliness adding another five years to his age, and contrasting Adam's relaxed nature.

David was a head taller than Adam, but both of them had the same body type: stocky and sturdy, with broad shoulders, brawny arms and deep barrel chests. They had soft, cushiony bellies and chubby features, but a large percentage of David's bulk was attributed to muscle, from all the fucking he did (at least, that's what Adam assumed).

They were both very hairy as well, with a forest of dark-brown fur on their chests and a fine coat of shorter hairs on their stomachs, backs and shoulders. They even shared the same chest hair pattern, something David did not find as interesting as Adam had.

Adam's uncut cock was a mere mouthful at 4 inches, a short, stubby red prick that made up for its length with impressive girth rivalling a beer can. His uncle's manhood on the other hand nearly doubled his in length. It was thicker at the base too, with veins bulging under the skin, and tapered gently to an above-average size at the tip -- all the easier to slide into my ass, Adam thought as he fingered David's cock gently.

David suddenly inhaled deeply and yawned. Adam gave David's cock a hopeful squeeze, hoping to receive another load. "What're you doin', boy?" David slurred sleepily, reaching down and finding Adam's hand on his crotch. He flung Adam's hand aside. "We already fucked enough tonight. Get back to your couch, go on." He gently forced Adam out of bed with a push, rolled over and went back to sleep.

Confused and disheartened, Adam got dressed and retreated to the lumpy sofa for the night.

When the morning's first rays of sunlight woke Adam up, he could hear David cooking breakfast in the kitchen. Adam lumbered groggily towards the smell, rubbing sleep from his eyes, and leaned on the kitchen island bench. David was frying eggs for the two of them, wearing only an apron.

Adam watched his uncle's hairy ass for a while, and then cleared his throat.

"Hey boy," David rumbled, sliding a clean plate towards him. "About last night..."

"It was good."

"Good?" David furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"It was great sex. Amazing sex."

"Oh." David clearly intended for the conversation to follow another path, but he allowed himself to grin sheepishly. He was handsome when he scowled, but when he smiled he was downright sexy. "Yeah? Did you like it that much?"

"You're a fucking beast in bed... You realise you made me cum three times last night with nothing more than your cock up my arse?"

"Yeah... about that, Adam, we can't be hooking up as often as we did yesterday. I overdid it. Three times in one night is way too much. And besides, we're blood relatives. We shouldn't be sleeping in the same bed."

"So you kicked me out of bed. You have a strange way of dealing with guilt," Adam observed. "It's okay to fuck your nephew, but not excessively, have I got the gist of it?"

David scowled a silent reply and served the eggs with toast and coffee. He sat himself at the counter and disappeared behind a newspaper.

Adam stared at his eggs but didn't touch them. "Do you want me to move out?"

His uncle cleared his throated hastily. "You're not going anywhere," he said, with a hint of urgency that made blood rush to Adam's loins. "I'll still want to fuck you, boy, don't worry about that. We can set up a proper bed for you in the guest room. We just... shouldn't get too close. It wouldn't be right. If you knew how good your young ass feels wrapped around this old man's cock, you wouldn't go asking these silly questions."

That's more like it, Adam thought. He grinned. "So how many times a day are we talking about, then? Once?"

David grunted. "Per week, maybe." He lowered the paper a few seconds later to check Adam's reaction, and chuckled lightly at what he saw. "Don't look at me like that, boy. You reckon I don't mean it?"

His uncle was toying with him, surely; last night David's cock spent more time inside him than out! "You're like me! You need sex like you need oxygen!" Adam shot back at him.

"I'm nothing like you!" David snapped, shocking Adam with the venom in his voice. "Think what you want about me, but the sex we had..." A delicate red blush crept up David's neck to betray his rage, but he pressed on angrily. "What we had last night was special. You know it, and so do I, so there's no point denying it. Let's just get it out there. In all my years, I've only ever felt that way with one other man, and I know how it'll turn out. You're my... you're my nephew. It can't turn out. I need you to understand this."

It was Adam's turn to laugh. "We're both consenting adults, David. We can fool around with no strings attached. No messy emotions. Just two guys, having fun. It doesn't have to get serious."

But even as he said that, he realised it was not the case here. He had never been intimate with a man like his uncle; in fact, he was already stumbling over a few rogue strings. Adam knew David was something else, a lover leagues ahead of the rest. The elation he felt when they joined was an unrivalled high, an exhilarating and unique lust that thrived like a living, breathing spark between them. With every touch, kiss and moan, the feeling only grew.

Oh for fuck's sake, Adam despaired silently when he realised David was right.

David grumbled something in disgust that sounded like 'this generation' and 'shallow', and disappeared behind the newspaper again.

***

Adam took a quick shower before heading out to hunt for jobs -- or at least intended to take a quick shower. David undressed and sidled into the small stall halfway through. The hungry look hidden behind his scowl and his erect member made his intentions clear.

"What happened to once a week?" asked Adam haughtily loudly over the running water, but he allowed David to turn him around with his strong hands. Adam even found himself eagerly spreading his legs as far as the stall would let him.

"Don't ruin it, boy," David growled the warning. "You got me all horned up out there. No strings attached, right?" He inserted a slick, soapy finger inside his nephew, groaning in disbelief as he felt the juicy, warm lining of Adam's rectum. He slipped in a second, then a third finger. "Would you just feel this? Your fuck-hole is hotter and wetter than the shower you're taking. You've been hankering for daddy bear's dick up your ass all morning, haven't you?"

Adam moaned and leaned into his uncle's touch, wanting it more than anything else. His body trembled in anticipation.

The sudden, fierce craving took Adam by surprise, and he jerked himself away from his uncle. David's slick fingers popped out. Perhaps David was right. They needed to give the spark between them a chance to fizzle out.

But David didn't relent.

"Do you want daddy bear's fat cock up in you?" he repeated in a low rumble, slapping Adam's backside with an open palm.

"Yes daddy be-EEAR! Oh! Ow, fuck!" Adam beat his fist against the wall when David shoved his cock deep inside, far rougher than necessary. He stumbled forwards under the shower-head, getting water in his eyes; he reached for the shower handle but David pulled himself out so suddenly Adam's insides felt hollow -- the shock left him reeling -- and in an instant he was pinned against the wall while David entered him again.

David slid his thick meat inside Adam haltingly this time, growling his approval at the slippery warmth Adam's ass yielded. He explored Adam's furry back with his hands as he slowly submerged himself in Adam's tight tunnel, kneading the soft fat with his fingers, delighting in the contrast it made with his older, grizzled paws.

David turned Adam's head with a hand and kissed him passionately, probing his sweet, tender mouth with a raspy tongue.

When David's hips pressed against Adam's body, he leaned in close. "Want me to fuck you until you cum?" he whispered hoarsely in Adam's ear, his gravelly voice so low it barely registered.

Adam opened his mouth to respond, but instead nodded tearfully, too conflicted to speak; David was stretching him to his limits and he needed time to adjust, however there had never been a finer line between pleasure and pain. He wanted more, now.

David chuckled darkly. "You're going to have to earn it, son." David pulled Adam back from the wall and wrapped his hairy arms around Adam's midsection, giving his belly a squeeze.

Adam gave a soft whimper as David's dick jostled inside him.

"You've grown up into a porky, cum-guzzling young man, haven't you?" David growled, jiggling Adam's breasts, and when Adam opened his mouth again to reply, he leaned in. Adam kissed him back forcefully, moaning encouragingly every time his uncle's tongue invaded his mouth.

"Ah, you taste so fucking good," David pulled back, sighing. He couldn't hold off any longer now; he started to fuck Adam in slow, gentle strokes.

Adam could feel his uncle's cock begin to slide in and out, almost lovingly.

David was a quick learner; he found Adam's sweet spot in no time and started to thrust into it. "Ooooh fuck!" Adam melted into his uncle's strong arms.

David grunted as he bore Adam's weight, but didn't stop fucking him. His shaft tugged at Adam's opening with each push and pull, yet somehow found its way back to stimulate his prostate every time.

David's hairy chest, matted by the water, rubbed against Adam's back as he pressed himself against the curve of his nephew's body, the two of them fitting together like a two adjacent pieces of a puzzle. He slowed his pace. "Play with your nipples, boy," he directed Adam as he reached around to rub his nephew's short cock with a soapy hand. "Go on, play with your tits for daddy bear."

Adam quickly obeyed. His little pink nipples were already stiff from being pressed up against the cold bathroom wall. He pinched them while David watched over his shoulder, tweaking and rolling them between thumb and finger, shivering from the sensations it sent whizzing through his body. They were hard-wired to his balls and were a sure-fire way to make himself cum.

Watching Adam pleasure himself drove David into a frenzied lust. He hooked his large hands around Adam's hips and pushed hard. "Keep playing with them!" he snarled when Adam stopped to brace himself against the wall.

So ecstatic was Adam's response to having his nipples pinched while a thick cock ravaged his ass that it took all of his strength not to let his knees give in beneath him again. The wet, smacking sound of David's belly slapping against his chubby ass back bounced off the bathroom walls and David was panting and growling low in his throat.

Adam couldn't help but add to the noise; it started as a quiet keening, escaping his mouth as he panted, and then a loud gratuitous moan as he crested the peak of physical pleasure -- it felt as though his nerves were truly alive for the first time; blood flushed his skin from neck to toe, suffusing his tingling body with a sudden warmth -- but he had yet to climax.

David's hips matched the pace of Adam's moan, carefully keeping his nephew on the edge as he rode alongside him, together riding the roaring wave of pleasure. Nothing else mattered but the warmth of Adam in his arms, the honest trembling of a young man's pleasure -- a pleasure he was giving him...

The shower had long started to run lukewarm, but neither of them noticed. Only the gratification one man could give another mattered, right now, here in the shower.

David didn't want it to end.

But it did. The water ran icy cold - Adam bellowed 'Fuck!' and made a wild grab for the shower handle, shutting off the water -- and the moment was broken.

Adam came first, but not for the lack of David trying; David thrust hard, causing the two of them to stagger sideways into the wall. One hand pinching Adam's sensitive nipples and the other gripping the rock-hard stump of a cock, he pounded Adam's rear like a jack-hammer, the younger man's breasts and belly jiggling and bouncing with each thrust as he cried out.

A firm pinch of his nipple, a stroke of his cock, and suddenly Adam's cum lashed out in all directions as his hips bucked from the force of his orgasm. "FUUUCK! OOOURGH!" he bellowed like a wounded beast, his chest heaving as the last of his seed dribbled from his chubby cock to coat his feet.

David followed almost at once with an orgasm just as intense, but he managed to tame it and let the climax crash over him with a grunt. His cock pulsated from the strength of his cum eruption; each rapid-fire spurt of seed let out so much it felt like he was pissing jizz for a full minute.

Adam's insides were flooded in no time at all, and as David continued to pump his nephew full of cum it spilled out in large gooey droplets that splattered thickly over their feet.

He pulled out with a loud squelch, and Adam moaned thickly as a torrent of David's cum streamed free and rolled down his thighs. Adam turned around, panting, flushed pink with ardour. He asked with a grin, "What happened to once a week?"

"It will be once a week starting today."

Thinking his uncle was being playful Adam moved in to kiss him, but David blocked him with a forearm to the chest.

"Leave it," David said angrily, ending the conversation. The look he gave Adam was serious, devoid of warmth or humour. Slowly, David reached for the shower handle and turned the luke-warm water on again. They washed themselves in silence, taking turns with the soap and facing away from each other.

When they had rinsed themselves clean David left Adam in the bathroom to dry off in his own room. Adam's head was spinning. How could they plummet so low, so quickly?

***

The next two weeks flew by in stops and starts. Uncle David tried to keep to his imposed rule of fucking once a week, but kept to it poorly. David was so frightened that the repeated couplings would lead to their physical attraction developing into something deeper that for days at a time Adam wouldn't get as much as a grunt from him. David cooking him breakfast turned out to be a one-off encounter as well; David now either dined out or brought take-out back to eat in his room. They lived distant lives under the same roof, yet they both yearned for one another.

The first time David grew distant, Adam wasn't sure how long it would last. Five more days, he hoped after two had already gone by without tasting his uncle's sweet cum. He took the time to properly furnish his room and unpack his things, and then scoured the nearby area for temporary jobs and hand out resumes. When he returned, however, his uncle was waiting naked in his bed, hard cock in hand with balls hanging heavy with a two-day load waiting to be fed to an eager mouth.

When Adam swallowed the last of his uncle's cum, David got up and dressed himself, furious that he had submitted to his desires. He promised to book himself out a motel room so they'd at least spend the night apart.

But David came home that night, and Adam shared David's bed again. They made love long into the night until the sheets were drenched in sweat and the scent of semen pervaded every inch of the room.

Then Adam made a remark about his impressive stamina, and David sent him back to his room.

Adam went the next three days after that night without David's cock in him. He thought it would be four, but the very next morning as he was climbing the stairs to get ready for work after breakfast (he found a small, local sandwich shop that hired him on the spot), David happened to be heading down at the same time.

David was dressed in his professional get-up: brown-and-silver beard trimmed and shaped, crisp white dress shirt with a plain blue and gold tie, grey slacks and a black leather belt, complete with a scowl darkening his handsome features. The bulge in his crotch was noticeable from the top of the stairs. Adam stared at it, wanting so badly to help his uncle relieve the tension, but also, selfishly, to taste his uncle's cock again.




Uncle David Fucks Adam Ch. 02



"Dave," Adam had said by way of greeting as he brushed past, and David grunted his usual rude reply.

But then a rough hand grabbed Adam and pushed him to his knees. His pants slipped down his backside and before Adam could question it David had pulled his own cock out, mounted and penetrated him. His cock was slick with pre-cum and entered him easily.

"You were eye-balling my dick, weren't you boy?" David snarled as Adam shouted wordlessly in pain, pleasure, and a little bit in relief.

Adam's lust for his uncle had been simmering for days now, and now it roared with full force, no longer restrained.

"Fuck me daddy bear!" he begged his uncle. He backed into David's hips on each thrust as hard as he could, and revelled in the feel of his uncle's sturdy body behind him. His uncle had gone so long without an orgasm he blew his load in less than half a minute.

Adam didn't even realise David had cum until he felt it running down his thigh. Until next week, he thought rather sadly, getting up to clean himself off. It was over too soon.

But David grabbed his arm, spun him around and pulled him in for a deep, lingering kiss. The two of them stumbled blindly down the stairs and towards the living room, kissing and groping, undressing each other, entranced by the feel of each other's bodies and feeding off the other's arousal.

When they stripped each other down to the socks and underwear, Uncle David laid Adam down on the sofa and climbed on top, kissing his nephew longingly. "You're my fucking oxygen," David growled, and spread Adam's legs to impale him again.

Adam tried to hold off for as long as possible, but his cock let forth a geyser of cum that splattered the length of the sofa. Much to Adam's surprise, when Uncle David pulled out to ejaculate over his hairy belly, the kissing did not stop. They rolled about until Adam straddled David's lap, and with their arms wrapped possessively around each other, kissed sensually until David's business partner called to inquire whether he was coming in to work today or not.

Adam was nearly late for his own job that day, and spent his entire shift with an erection as he fantasised about what he'd come home to that night. The tent in his pants drew the eyes of his chubby, supposedly-straight co-worker Ray, and a gaggle of excitable, barely legal teens, but Adam only had his uncle in mind.

***

When he got home, however, David stymied his advances. "What I said earlier..."

"When you were about to fuck me? That I'm your oxygen?" Adam smiled. It was a rather sweet thing for his gruff bear of an uncle to say, height of passion and heat of the moment aside.

"Yes, that," said David shortly. "And the kissing --"

"Was incredible," Adam enthused, flushing red at the memory. He was glad David brought it up first.

"-- will be our last time."

The happiness in his chest turned to lead. "Oh. The kissing or the fucking?"

"Both."

"Oh." Adam was winded by the news. "Oh..." He was at a loss for words. It felt like David had driven both of his over-sized fists into his lungs.

"I know there's usually a lot more romance when we say these things... a nice dinner and some wine and a slow, gradual build up, but Adam, I'm fucking falling for you, boy."

Adam's heart fluttered frantically. He didn't dare to believe what he was hearing.

David grimaced, recalling a memory. "When we touch... it's like..."

"Like you're alive for the first time, and wonder how anything else could be considered 'living'?" Adam supplied, reaching forward to grab David's hand.

David snatched his hand back, annoyed.

"I can't fall in love with someone of my own blood," he said flatly.

"Oh come on, Dave, it's not that bad. It's not like we're directly related."

But David shook his head; he would not tolerate any arguments. "I thought I could handle it, when I asked you to stay... Ha, typical of the cocky bastard that I am, but... I can't. We'd best put a stop to it before it gets any further."

But... I'm starting to fall for you too, Adam wanted to say. But the look in David's eyes said, 'Don't you fucking dare.' David's lust for Adam had long changed into something messier, a prickly bramble-bush of tangled strings and feelings, and he knew Adam felt the same way.

His uncle's scowl softened a fraction when he spoke the next words, almost sounding apologetic, "I think you need to find your own place."

***

Knock-knock!

David knew who it was. "Go home!" he shouted, gritting his teeth over his morning coffee. He had been expecting Adam to come back after moving to the other side of city, but not so soon. Especially not before the sun had even come up on a cold, winter's morning.

"Adam?" the voice called out.

That made David stop and think. "Who's there?" he called back.

"David?"

"Duncan," David groaned, finally recognising the voice. Beatrice's husband. It was the last person he wanted to see with Adam on his mind, but not for the lack of friendship between them. He and Duncan went way back, and was always a welcome visitor. David got up from the computer, wrapped himself in a bathrobe for warmth and padded barefoot down the stairs.

He had barely opened the door when Duncan thrust a cardboard box labelled 'winter' into his arms. The blonde-haired, bespectacled man had several more boxes waiting in the back of his old, mustard-yellow car parked in David's driveway.

"Hey man! Haven't seen you in a while," Duncan greeted cheerfully, his voice muffled by the grey scarf wrapped around his neck. "Look what I found cleaning out the storage shed: some of Adam's old winter clothes. 'Just in time for winter', Beatrice says, and not a moment too soon. I just heard he's here, staying with you!"

"He moved out, Duncan. A week ago." David could not keep the bitterness from his voice. He sighed as Duncan's glasses slowly frosted over from the cold. "Come on in and have something warm, then. You look chilled to the bone standing out there."

Duncan followed him gratefully into the warm kitchen and sat at the counter while David poured him a mug of hot coffee.

"Where's Adam now? What happened?"

"He's living with a friend from work on the other side of town. We didn't get along as I'd hoped we would, so we parted ways."

"That's too bad," Duncan lamented, accepting the mug from David. He scorched himself with a hasty sip and wrapped his hands around the mug instead. "So, what was it like, living with Adam for the first time?" he asked curiously.

"Brief." He wondered how much he should tell his friend.

"Twenty years can do that," Duncan consoled him sagely. "He must've been but a toddler when you last saw him. And now he's all grown up! That's got to make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. It's a shame you had to miss it, you of all people."

David groaned and sunk his face into his hands.

"What's wrong? He still thinks you're Beatrice's brother, right?"

"Yes, Duncan," he snapped, lifting his head. "And that's why I don't know what to do."

Duncan was shocked by the anguish in his friend's voice and the red that tinged his eyes. It was unlike David to display any emotion that couldn't be conveyed through scowling. "David? What's wrong?"

"Oh Duncan... I messed up big time. I'm the worst father in the world."



Uncle David Fucks Adam Ch. 03



Duncan laid a reassuring hand on David's arm. "You're not the worst father in the world. Tell me all about it, David, it'll make you feel better. I did drive all the way up here," he added.

David turned around to rub his aching his eyes in secret, unaware of how red they had become. "Fine," he muttered. He moved the cardboard box off the counter and poured himself a mug of coffee, glancing sparingly at Duncan as he did.

Duncan was Adam's father in every possible way save biologically. He was caring, gentle and supportive, never quick to judge or anger; in short, the warmest soul David had ever met. He even looked the part, with his rectangle-framed glasses, wearing a fitted grey, woollen sweater and long faded denim jeans. The corners of his eyes even crinkled when he smiled. A total dad -- and not just in the hot way.

David decided then he wouldn't reveal the whole truth. He knew Duncan would not judge him; when he first came out as a gay man in his early 20's, Duncan's enduring friendship had kept him going when all his other 'friends' trickled away. They even dated for a couple of years and they remained close to this day.

Duncan would likely love and support him no matter what, and David didn't feel like he deserved that right at this moment.

'Adam moved out," David started uncertainly. "Because I started to have feelings for someone."

"Strange. He's not the kind of person to be bothered by someone else's relationship. But apart from Adam, that's great news, David. It's never too late for a chance at happiness."

"Yeah... I felt close to someone for the first time in a very long time. I haven't felt that way for over twenty years, you know."

Duncan winced, indeed knowing the reason.

"Duncan, when you left me for Beatrice, I thought I'd never feel the same way with anyone else. I knew at the time with all certainty that what we had was unique to just the two of us, and I had lost that feeling forever."

"We did share something very special," Duncan agreed softly.

"Then you and Beatrice got engaged... then married... and then when you tried to have kids but couldn't, you came to me."

"The three of us were like family back then," said Duncan with a smile. "It was the obvious choice."

David opened his mouth to say something, but couldn't get the words out.

His friend waited politely, then continued. "So did it somehow involve Adam. Is that why he left?"

"Something like that."

Duncan narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

David clenched his fists and forced the words out. He couldn't keep more than one secret at a time from his friend. "I still loved you, Duncan, back then when you asked. Having that son between the three of us was a constant reminder of what we had. Of course it was impossible to love again."

Duncan looked visibly shocked; anger flitted across his face at the accusation, but his compassion won out. "David -- I -- I didn't know. I thought we were fine. You agreed to do it, and it had been so long since we broke up. Why didn't you tell me?"

David shrugged. "I spent so much of my early life closeted and hiding who I was. Hiding how I still felt about you came naturally to me. Every time we hooked up, with or without Beatrice, my world felt right again. I thought it was the only way I could feel that connection. If I refused, you would have figured out why and that would have stopped."

"I'm sorry, David, I truly do take the blame for the pain I unknowingly put you through. Had I been a better friend, I would have seen it. But I love Beatrice. You know I can't control -"

"Yeah, yeah," David waved his hand grumpily, cutting him off. "You don't choose who you love, I think I understand that now."

"You don't still have feelings for me now, do you?" Duncan asked quickly.

"No."

They drank their coffee quietly for a while. David didn't know how to continue without revealing it was his son. No -- Duncan's son. He wasn't sure which way of saying it sounded worse. Duncan would ask him who the target of his attentions were, and his stomach knotted in fear at the thought of saying it out loud.

Duncan saved him the trouble.

"So this man you've fallen in love with. You said, 'You don't choose who you love', and 'I'm the worst father in the world'... It's Adam we're talking about, isn't it?"

"Yes," he said quickly while he still had the courage to admit it.

His friend was silent for a full minute. He nodded to himself as he sipped his coffee which was cold by then.

David sipped his own lukewarm coffee, relaxing muscle by muscle. A small smile crept onto his face; an aching burden had finally been lifted off his shoulders. Duncan would tell him what to do. His friendship had never let him down.

"You vile sack of horse shit," Duncan abruptly spat at him.

David's heart skipped a beat. The look on his friend's face was alien to him: disgust, repulsion and hatred all at once. "I'm sorry -" he managed to wheeze faintly.

"Of all the men you in the world -- your own flesh and blood!? Are you that desperate for sex that you're fucking your own son now?" Duncan's voice has risen to a shout. "You can pick anyone to screw, and it takes, what -- one week? Two? - after Adam moves in until he becomes another one of your conquests?"

Less than a day, David corrected silently, hating himself. I wanted to fuck his brains out the moment I laid eyes on him.

"My son, your offspring, that I raised and loved as my own! What the fuck do you think you're playing at, you sick fuck?"

"Hey now, that's not fair -" David spluttered in his defence, but David held a hand up to silence him.

"Don't tell me what to think." Duncan took several deep breaths to calm himself. "Don't even talk to me about what you did." His voice dropped to an icy whisper. "If I hear you touched my son, I will fucking pound your face to a pulp, you got that?"

David knew Duncan physically couldn't lay a dent in him, but that was beside the point. His friend's willingness to do so hurt just the same.

Duncan turned and stomped out of the kitchen.

"Stay away from Adam! Whatever you did to get over me, you better do the same to get the fuck over Adam! Fuck someone else's kid!"

"Duncan -- wait!"

"Go to hell!"

The front door slammed, followed by a car door and then the sound of tires screeching down the street.

David made his way to the couch and sank into it, completely numb. It was the complete opposite reaction he was certain he'd get. "You cocky bastard, David. You deserved that," he mumbled to himself.

Two tears escaped. "Fuck's sake, not now," he gave a disgruntled growl as he dashed them angrily from his bristly cheeks.

**

After weeks of sunny weather, the sudden blanket of dark clouds and torrential rain on Monday afternoon made it feel like Winter had finally arrived. Adam shut the windows in his room against the rain and went to make sure the rest of the apartment was sealed.

"Holy fuckballs, where did this rain come from?" Ray, his room-mate and co-worker, shouted angrily as he thundered past him to shut the windows in his own room. His blonde hair was still dripping wet from his unfinished shower, leaving a trail of water over the vinyl flooring.

He had done a hasty job wrapping a towel around himself... Adam glanced back over his shoulder and was rewarded with two glorious seconds of Ray's plump ass cheeks sliding up against each other. Hot damn.

Ray happened to be looking for someone to share the rent with when David kicked Adam out, and lived on the opposite side of the city, far away from Uncle David.

The distance had been a major factor in Adam's decision to move in. An apartment any closer and his resolve would have weakened, and he'd be at David's doorstep begging to have his ass ravaged and seeded.

The room-mate being on Adam's list of guys to one day suck, spread and fuck factored retroactively into that decision too. The 26 year old chub was supposedly straight and had a girlfriend who he visited occasionally, but he also did a poor job of pretending not to stare at Adam's junk whenever he came out of the bathroom naked.

Adam loved flaunting himself. He loved the attention.

Ray was a head taller and two sizes larger than Adam, and had a pear-shaped body that bounced as he walked. From what Adam saw, Ray was completely smooth and pink neck down, though the man did have a soft dark-blonde beard that matured an otherwise boyish face, and blunted the 'please, oh please fuck me' look in his innocent blue eyes.

All in all, Adam felt like he could have done a lot worse.

Adam spent more of his time at the sandwich shop these days, and the money came in handy. He had been given extra hours when one of the other workers left, and his boss, Sam, quickly turned those extra hours into a full-time position.

The sandwich shop was smack-bang in between David's house and Adam's apartment, and Adam initially found it difficult not to simply head the other way after work and go back to David. The cravings weren't so bad now.

The first few days after Adam moved in with Ray, he beat off until he was sore just thinking about what he was missing out on. A fleeting memory of David would make his dick so hard it refused to be denied immediate release.

As the weeks went by, the David fantasies were less frequent, but still aroused him unlike anything else.

Sam helped Adam resist the urges; he was no David, but the divorced father of two flirted clumsily with Adam whenever they were alone in the shop after hours. He was clearly dipping his toes into male waters for the first time, which excited Adam enough for Sam to become more than just a blip on his radar. Adam wanted to break that man in hard.

His boss had a short and portly figure and appeared to carry most of his height in his upper body. He had brawny arms and always seemed to sport several days worth of rusty-brown beard growth on his face and neck. He wore medium-length sideburns which drew the eyes to the slight cleft in his chin (his first chin, anyway).

Adam thought his boss was fucking adorable, and he did a decent, if not unintentional job of replacing David as something to lust over.

There was an unspoken promise of a future encounter ever since Adam noticed Sam checking out his rear after his short job interview. He had called Sam out on it, and Sam spluttered an endless stream of apologies that made Adam want to gag Sam's hot, little mouth with his cock. Adam then casually asked the man if he wanted his dick sucked, and Sam, red-faced and positively panting, gave Adam a job on the spot then made a mad dash for the toilets with a tent pitched in his pants.

Unfortunately Adam had been preoccupied with David, and Sam was still reeling from the aftermath of his divorce with Kim, so it wasn't until Adam gained full-time employment there that either of them started acting on their sexually charged boss-employee relationship.

A crude bit of flirting here and an 'accidental' brushing of a buttock there was all it took to reduce his boss to a bumbling, trembling wreck of a man. Adam felt like a predator playing with his prey, and he simply could not wait to devour Sam's cock. It was only a matter of the right time and place.

Once Adam finished shutting all the windows he returned to his room, locked the door, and rolled onto the bed to burrow under his blanket. He lay there, bored, and then kicked back the blankets and pulled his pants down with a grunt.

He hadn't had the time or heart to find someone else online to take suck him off, so he had been masturbating a lot lately.

With Sam in mind, Adam started to jerk off, fantasising about sucking his pocket-bear of a boss off in the kitchens while customers waited out front, mere meters away and none the wiser...

But David kept intruding on his fantasies.

Adam bit his lip and his 4-inch cock throbbed beneath his fingers. He could recall all too easily the feel of David's tongue swirling around it... David's hairy chest and hard stomach grinding against him, and the feel of David's girth sliding in and out of his ass... The hours spent fucking and sucking each other - Adam revelled in it until he was moaning.

He tugged himself harder and with more urgency until he released a torrent of sticky cum over his knuckles. He sucked the seed from his fingers and then stretched out for a nap.

Sam was a close second, but Adam knew he'd never find another man like David.

**

After crawling out of the deep pit of depression Duncan threw him in and returning to his old, stoic self, David came to the understanding that his friend had tried to help him after all. Behind all the shouting was an invaluable piece of advice: If he could get over Duncan, he could get over Adam.

David thought he'd never recover after Duncan left him -- but he did. Likewise, he thought he'd never find another man like Duncan, but Adam had proved that assumption wrong. Perhaps he was wrong in thinking Adam was his last chance of happiness. There had to be someone else out there, someone who gave him an inexhaustible desire to fuck. Someone who wasn't his son.

His healing process with Duncan started with anonymous sex. He had filled every hour of his free time either with a stranger's dick in his mouth or fucking the shit out of any man stupid enough to offer his ass to him. There was real joy in it, just physical pleasure and the release that his body needed. He rebounded off so many men he grew numb inside, and started filming his encounters so he could keep track.

Just as he had exhausted the supply of horny men in the area, Adam was born.

David tried to ignore the addition to his life, but after several subsequent years spent in agony he accepted an overseas job offer to keep the wound closed. He moved there and started whoring himself out anew. Every day he lost count of how many cocks were in his mouth, and how many men emptied their balls in his ass. Then one day, as he was letting an ex-marine regular pound his rear raw while the ex-marine's friend fed him his meat from the front, David realised he was enjoying himself.

If rebound sex was what it took, then David would fuck his way to recovery.

David put an ad on Craigslist, and then opened the hidden folder 'daddy' where he kept his dick-pics and web-cam porn. He attached an image of his cock to the ad, posted it, then went back to his videos and played one at random. This was what he went through last time; watching it would probably help get the ball rolling.

"Oooh! Ah, fuck! It hurts -- wait, stop!"

It was from so far back that David couldn't remember fucking the cute, chubby teenager in the video. He wondered where the man was now. Did they even exchange names? He picked another one -- the man in this video didn't have his face in the shot.

"This is pure vanity," David sighed when his briefs grew tight. He pulled his cock out anyway and started stroking as he watched himself fuck strangers.

Three videos later David was limp again; reliving his past quickly lost its appeal. Everything in the 'daddy' folder was a cry for help, a section of his life captured on screen from when he thought he'd hit rock bottom.

David closed the video-player and leaned back in his chair, thinking. He didn't want anonymous rebound sex this time. He wanted to skip to the real thing. But mostly he wanted Adam. He wanted to feel his son submit to his carnal hunger, to give up the sweet, pure pleasures of his body when ordered to. God, he just wanted to fuck that boy's ass, all day and every day. If he had been in Duncan's place, he'd be hitting that the moment Adam became a grown man.

He found one of the newer videos with Adam and opened it. In the video, Adam was bent over the very desk David now sat at, and his own muscled, hairy body was behind him, thrusting away.

"Oh my god David, you're so fucking big! Breed my ass, breed it!" Adam's voice pleaded through the speakers.

"Aw, fucking hell," David moaned as his cock stiffened. He shrugged out of his shirt and started stroking himself again.

"Cum for daddy bear!" David's video-self growled a few minutes later, approaching his own climax.

David flinched at the word 'daddy', but could feel his cock throb in his hand; he was getting close. He used his other hand to pull at his heavy balls, and furiously pumped his fist up and down his shaft.

It had been so long since he'd last cum. It was going to be huge, he could feel it.

"Ugh!" Adam gave the camera a look of tortured ecstasy as he started unloading onto the carpet under the desk, and video-David finished a series of self-satisfied grunts.

David tucked his chin into his chest and started squirting his juices at the same time, erupting with an initial blast of cum that shot up and over his shoulder. Six rapid loads pulsed consecutively from his cock, tracing wet, pearly lines over hairy chest and neck.

The pressure was lessened but it persisted, there was more waiting to be coaxed free. He got cum all over the mouse as he played the video from the start, then gripped his cock and started jerking it.

"Oh my god David, you're so fucking big! Breed my ass, breed it!"

"Oh fuck, oh fuck - Ungh!"

With a grunt, the rest of his load arced free from his dick in thick, powerful squirts and splattered his stomach.

He licked the back of his knuckles clean and wiped several tissues over the mess, and then noticed a (7) on his email browser. Seven replies so far, which at best would lead to five guys to suck, fuck and help bury his thoughts of Adam.

He might even meet someone who could make him cum five times in one session, and then maybe, just maybe, he would stop thinking about fucking his own freaking son.

The number changed to (8), and David grinned hungrily. Let the healing begin.

**

"Thanks Sandra, I'll see you on Thursday."

Sam waved her out the door and turned around to find Adam leaning his hip against the counter.

"And I'll see you tomorrow, Adam. Good work tonight."

"Need anything else taken care of?" Adam offered.

"Thanks, but we're just about ready to close up, Adam."

"I can stay and... give you a hand."

Sam's eyes widened at the suggestion, subconsciously running the tip of his tongue along his lower lip as he took in the alternative meaning. "It's... It's just the two us here, isn't it?" He glanced towards the kitchen at the back.

"Everyone else went home. Just you and me, alone," confirmed Adam, smirking knowingly.

Sam's cheeks flushed a rosy pink, and his eyes flicked down, almost guiltily, to the visible hard-on in Adam's pants and back up. He peered at the shop windows as though expecting on-lookers pressed up against the glass.

"I'll be in the office," he said, and he hurried into the small room at the back.

I'm so sucking his dick tonight, Adam knew with almost complete certainty.

Sandra had wiped down the tables and bench tops, Adam had prepared for tomorrow morning and the kitchen-hands took care of the kitchen 20 minutes before closing time, so there really wasn't that much left to do. Adam turned off the lights, flipped the open sign and locked the doors, and then followed his boss.

The office was cosy, with just enough space for the two of them. There was a white office desk with a computer and papers scattered on the table, a filing cabinet on the side, and a shelf next to the door. The small, open window behind the desk kept it from getting too stuffy.

He stepped into Sam's office just as Sam leaned over to pull his trousers down, presenting Adam with a full view of his ample backside.

"Oh fuck!" Adam uttered softly. He didn't think it would be this easy.

Sam still had his tight, white briefs on. His plump ass looked so appealing and his low-hanging balls created the cutest little bulge between his legs that Adam wanted to drop to his knees right there, tear through the thinning fabric, and give his boss the meanest tongue-fucking he'd ever experience.




Uncle David Fucks Adam Ch. 03



Sam turned around at the sound, his eyes wide in his panic, and pulled his pants back up to his knees.

"I thought -- I wasn't - " Sam spluttered helplessly, having misinterpreted Adam's surprise.

"It's okay. You thought right," Adam assured him, pulling his own hard cock out over the waistband of his pants.

Sam flinched at the sight of Adam's angry, engorged dick and his pants fell around his ankles. "Wait -- lock the door -- I don't want anyone walking in..."

Adam sealed the office door and moved up to Sam. He cupped his palm around Sam's briefs, weighing the man's fleshy package. Sam was quickly becoming hard while Adam worked the balls with his expert fingers. He could smell the nervous sweat on Sam's skin, mixed with the fading scent of cologne and deodorant that had been applied in the morning. The smell drove Adam crazy; he loved how the musky, manly odour always found a way to permeate the spicy scent.

There was a wet spot on Sam's briefs where the pre-cum had soaked through. Adam massaged the area with his thumb until Sam moan and pressed his face into Adam's chest. The top of Sam's balding head barely reached Adam's sternum; Adam slipped the back of his boss's underwear down and he could see the inviting curves of his buttocks.

Adam rarely topped, but damn, Sam was totally fuckable!

"Wrap your hand around it," encouraged Adam, hooking his right arm around the smaller man's shoulders and locking him closer. "Hold my dick in your hand."

Sam glanced up, and then lowered his gaze and obediently took Adam's cock in his grasp. "It's so thick," he breathed. He panted slightly and his fingers trembled as they handled another man's cock for the first time. He ran a hand along the hairs on Adam's arm while he continued to stroke the stubby erection.

"Take your shirt off," Adam told him. "I want to see the rest of you."

Sam pulled his top off, threw it onto the desk, and then stepped out of his pants and kicked it aside. He still kept his underwear on, but with his cock stiff it didn't hide much.

Sam crossed his arms self-consciously over his belly. Adam untangled them and ran both his hands freely through his boss's fine, curling chest hairs.

"Don't cover yourself -- you're fucking hot."

"I am?" Sam asked hopefully.

"Well, to a certain group of guys, you are," said Adam carelessly.

"Oh..."

A dense, reddish-brown pelt started from the centre of Sam's barrel chest and spread outwards, wrapping its way around his front and back. The hairs were long enough for Adam to comb his fingers through it, and when he found a patch of greying fur near Sam's neck he felt a dollop of pre-cum swell and drip free from his dick.

"Fuuuck, you're making me horny, Sam. I want to taste your load on my tongue."

He found a nipple and gave it a small pinch, smirking when Sam inhaled sharply and let out a whimper.

*

"I've never done this before," Sam whispered into Adam's chest.

"I can tell," Adam said. "You must really want it. I thought you were going to make me work for it."

"I do want it," said Sam, and he was so surprised at his own admission he said it again with more spirit. It felt so freeing to say it out loud.

Sam reached for Adam's shirt, and his employee held his arms up and so he could take it off. Sam dropped it on the desk behind him. He could barely restrain himself; the younger man's soft, ample body turned him on in a way his ex-wife never had. He licked his lips as he rubbed Adam's hairy body, precum leaking steadily from his cock as he pressed his hands into Adam's sides.

He hefted Adam's breasts in each palm, unsure of what to do. He wanted to play with them and have them yield the hidden pleasures they contained. Were they women's breasts, he'd bury his face in the heavenly valley and alternate sucking on the nipples, making her gasp and moan as he pretended to take his time to deciding which one he liked suckling more.

Did men do such things to their nipples as well?

*

Adam held back a groan. This was going too slow for him, and he thirsted for his boss's juices. David would have been fucking him by now.

"Sit down and show me your dick," Adam instructed his boss.

Sam shuffled back to his desk and pulled his briefs off before sitting at the chair. A modest 6-inch cock sprung free. It was thick and uncut, with a bulbous head and a slight upwards curve to it. His pubes had recently been shaved, however, and the reddish stubble looked bizarre compared to the rest of his ape-like body.

Adam got down on his knees between Sam's furry thighs and inhaled the musky, sweaty odour of a hard day's work. His boss was silent, but he gripped the armrests of his chair and was biting his lower lip in nervous anticipation, and that was all the permission Adam needed.

He kissed the slick crowd and lapped at Sam's pre-cum, and then engulfed the entire length in one go. There was a time for teasing and slowly easing up to full-throttle, but Adam simply could not stop himself. He worked his boss's cock like a madman, using his tongue and his hands.

"Oh fuck..." Sam crooned, all anxiety forgotten as he snaked both hands behind Adam's head to hold the younger man down to the hilt.

He didn't think it would feel this good. He needed a moment to calm down, or he'd be cumming far too early.

Adam massaged the shaft with his tongue until Sam removed his hand, and then pulled back slowly, sucking firmly and swallowing the pre-cum and spit in his mouth.

"I should have done this sooner," Sam sighed, tilting his head back. With his eyes closed, Adam's skilful mouth felt as wet and warm as the female mouths he were accustomed to, so he opened them again. He loved the thought of another man's lips wrapped around his junk.

Adam reached up, took a nipple in both hands, and pinched them hard.

Sam wasn't prepared for the pleasure that wracked his body. "Ungh..." His hips bucked wildly in the chair, and he struggled as though trying to stand up, but Adam held him down and grabbed handfuls of hair down his front, twisting them painfully until he collapsed back into his seat.

Adam rocked back, sucking hard, until crown popped out of his mouth with a wet pop. He gave the balls a quick nip that made Sam yelp, and then returned to slurping ravenously up and down the length his cock. His fingers found the nipples again and he tugged on them until Sam was almost sobbing in ecstasy.

Poor Sam. Adam was so hungry for the man's cum he pleasured the first-timer without mercy. Sam panted and cried out wordlessly, thrashing his head back as Adam bought him closer and closer to his climax.

"Slow... slow down! You're gonna make me cum!" Sam protested. He made to push Adam back, to slow him down somehow, but his body betrayed him. He hooked a hand behind Adam's head to pull him deeper into each plunge. "Unngh! Uuuh... Oh fuck! Fuck me..."

Adam increased his suction and went faster.

"Oh fuck!"

Sam shot his load with a grunt. Two short blasts of hot cum were all he had to reward Adam with. Adam swallowed the viscous mouthful, moaning in content as the perfect concoction of salty-sweet bitterness slid down his throat. He milked his boss dry, and then continued to suckle on his receding cock.

"Heh - what are you doing?" Sam chortled, reaching down to tug himself free from Adam's tickling lips.

Adam looked up in confusion, and then back down at the flaccid member in disappointment.

Oh, right.

He had forgotten that most men could only cum once. There wouldn't be a second load followed by some ass fucking. It was over already -- and how much time had even passed? Five minutes? He could feel his own cock tingle dully as it softened.

Sam reached forward eagerly. He licked his lips nervously. "Can I... Will you let me suck you off as well?"

"I should probably go," said Adam, shaking his head. He picked up his shirt and pulled it over his head.

His boss looked crestfallen.

"Did -- um... did I do something I shouldn't have?"

"Nah, boss, I've got someone else on my mind. Don't think I'll be able to cum for you."

"Yeah, I guess I can see why," mumbled Sam, looking down and rubbing his round belly with a rueful expression.

Adam let out a sigh and said, "Knock it off, Sam. You're fucking precious. I really do just have someone else on my mind. If another guy so much as smiles at you, it's a safe bet that he's thinking about bending you over, tearing your pants off, and fucking your cute little ass until he drops a load or two."

His frankness shocked Sam, who gaped at him in surprise. "But I don't have any clue how to do this..."

"Stop worrying so much, Sam, it'll come naturally. Learn to think with your dick and you're going to do fine, just... don't shave yourself down there again."

Adam unlocked the office door and left.

Sam hitched up his pants and waddled after him in a hurry. Leaning out of his office, he called into the unlit corridor, "Can we do this again? Please!"

"I thought that was a given. 'Night, boss. I'll suck you tomorrow."

**

David finished a meeting at a client's office late at night. He had a smile on his face, it had gone well and many contracts would be signed the the following days. More importantly, he was the one who had made it go well; he was able to keep his mind clear and focus on championing his company instead of thinking about the next cock he'd suck.

Admittedly, he did seduce and hook-up with the client's receptionist in the toilets minutes before the meeting started, but at least he didn't think once about Adam.

He felt good.

"Nicely done," smiled his assistant as David stepped out of the building,

"Thanks, Janet."

She slipped her phone back into her pocket, picked up her briefcase and fell in step with him. Her lustrous red hair was tied back in a ponytail, and she wore a scarf and a vintage green jacket with large buttons over her women's blazer to keep out the lingering early-Spring chill.

"Are you hungry?" Janet asked, tugging the jacket more securely around her curvy frame. "I'm starving."

"I could eat. Never been to this part of the city and don't know what's still open, but I'm sure there's a Macca's or something around here."

"Oh, I know this better place that stays open late. It's not far from here."

"Alright, you drive us there. I have some emails to send."

David threw her his car keys and hopped into the passenger seat. He started typing away on his phone's screen. They hadn't even left the office parking lot when Janet broke his concentration.

"So hook up with any guys lately?" she asked playfully.

David grunted and he turned back to his email. Once it was sent, he grumbled, "I can't believe you managed to find out about that."

"Well what was I to expect? You're all surly and moody before lunch one day, and then soft as a kitten when you get back. You didn't have to respond with 'How did you know about that?' when I jokingly asked you. You certainly didn't have to reveal the other party was male. That was all you." She waited for David to reply, and when it was apparent he wasn't going to, asked, "So? Did ya?"

With a sigh, David put his phone away with the next e-mail unfinished. Janet was brilliant and admittedly an excellent assistant creative director who was just fresh out of high school, but she was incessant with her questioning. Only one thing would keep her satisfied.

He decided not to disclose the handful of other guys he had serviced earlier this week. "The tubby receptionist. In the toilets just before the meeting. Twice."

Janet turned around and gaped at him as they sped through an intersection.

"Eyes on the road!" David barked.

"You. Sleaze!" Janet exclaimed, looking forward again but sounding impressed.

"Watch it," David warned, but with a satisfied grin on his face.

The flamboyant receptionist had been most... inexperienced. He was confident right up until penetration, at which point he squirmed and flailed trying to back out, forcing David to hold him down. David enjoyed making the man squeal like a piglet as he pounded the living shit out of him. The receptionist even gave him a teary 'thank you' afterwards before limping out of the toilet stall.

"We shouldn't be talking about this. I'm still technically your boss."

"Pfft, whatever Dave. I'll be running the place one day."

David snorted and pulled his phone back out.

She was spot on, but David wasn't going to admit that out loud. If David ever expanded his company to another city, he already knew who his first pick for a new director would be. She was more than qualified and he trusted her. Getting rid of her chatter would be a bonus.

"I wish I was a gay man. It's like, hello? Where are all the chubby straight dudes at?"

"Well let's see," said David, dropping his phone onto his lap to count on his fingers. "Mothers' basements, comic book conventions..."

He broke off into a chuckle when Janet shot him a filthy look, but his smile slid off his face as they parked on the side of the street in front of a busy looking establishment.

The yellow sign read 'Sam and Kim's', and below that a smaller sign listed their most popular sandwiches.

"The place we're going to is a sandwich shop?"

"Yeah," said Janet. "What's with that look? Have you been here before?"

"Nah... It's fine. Let's go inside."

He knew Adam worked in a sandwich shop and didn't want to run into him, but he always had the impression it was a quiet place on some residential street corner. Sam and Kim's looked fairly busy even this late after the dinner rush. Besides, it was one sandwich shop in the big, hungry city. What were the odds?

Janet lead the way inside. Sam and Kim's was a brightly lit sit-down establishment that served a range of sandwiches, subs and a couple of burgers. The air was rich with smells of roast beef, toasted bread, salad dressing and fryer oil. Too many tables had been crammed into the front of the shop, but the lack of elbow room did little to dissuade the many customers who filled those tables.

They sat down at a table for two next to the wall. A sprinkling of crumbs coated the table, and a laminated menu was taped to the wall next to them.

The food had to be really good, David decided.

"Order a crispy chicken fillet on wheat with everything for me, and a side of chips," said Janet, placing her suitcase on the table. "I gotta use the loo." She squeezed between some tables and disappeared into the back.

A man came over to take their order and David blinked slowly in disbelief.

"No..." he moaned softly.

It was Adam; those were the damn odds.

"Hi-" Adam looked down at him and choked on his words. "Oh. Hey."

*

"Hello, Adam," David said uncomfortably, craning in his seat to look up at him. He hastily added, "I didn't know you worked here -- I'm here with a friend. She chose this place."

"Right."

Adam had dreamed of running into Uncle David again, and the many ways he'd seduce the man. But he didn't expect to feel the sudden icy hostility that surged up. David did kick him out when things threatened to get serious, after all.

"You told me you worked in a sandwich shop once," said David with forced bravado. "I always pictured a less successful Subway store."

"Real nice, David. What's your order?"

"Oh c'mon, sit down and talk a bit?" offered David, gesturing at the vacant seat.

David's indifference after nearly two months apart made Adam grind his teeth. This was the man who ended it because he couldn't control himself; he had imagined their reunion dozens of times, and it always ended with David giving in to his lust and dragging him away for some sex. But here he was, speaking as though they were simply old acquaintances.

Adam wanted to reply with 'What the fuck are you playing at?' however there were customers within earshot, so instead he asked flatly, "Really?"

"Just talk. Nothing more, I promise."

That was not what Adam wanted to hear, but he looked around to make sure no other customers needed him and then sat on the edge of the vacant seat with his legs in the aisle. "What do you want to talk about then?"

"How are you doing for starters?"

Adam sighed. His attraction suddenly felt very one-sided, and that was not a pleasant feeling. "Is that it? I'm doing fine, David."

"Did you find a place okay?"

"I live with a co-worker. His name is Ray, and it's on the opposite side of the city."

"Ray, huh?" David asked. Adam thought he saw a glint of jealousy in David's eyes, but he blinked and it was gone. "Are you hitting that?"

"He's straight," Adam replied scathingly. "I'll need a few more weeks to crack him."

David laughed, enchanting Adam with his smug, sexy grin.

"Is he working tonight? I'd like to meet him for myself."

Adam rolled his eyes. "What are you -- my dad? He's not working tonight. We work mostly alternate days, but we're both off on Mondays when it's not busy and Sam can run the place by himself."

"One of these Mondays... you'll get him." David spied Janet making a return. "My friend's coming back, so I'll have to talk to you later. It was nice seeing you again, Adam."

"Yeah... Yeah, I guess it was," Adam ceded, standing up. "I'll talk to you later." He held out his hand to shake, but David reached past it and casually caressed Adam's arm as he bit his lower lip. David traced an invisible line up the smooth underside, and then ran the tips of his fingers back down through the coarse hairs.

"Mmph." David let out a soft groan of longing, but promptly dropped the arm when Janet neared.

Adam felt a shiver roll down his back. It was the exact same way David would rub his belly in between fucking, during those long nights. He still wants to stick it to me, Adam thought, heady with relief and sudden exhilaration.

"Hi, have you taken our order?" Janet asked as she sat back down, looking between the two men.

"He only just got here," David lied smoothly. "We'll have two of the... uh, what did you want again?"

Janet repeated her order, added two Cokes, and Adam went back to the kitchen in a daze to relay it. He returned with their drinks, and then walked back to the front counter to start plotting the steps it would take to get David behind and then inside him.

*

David had wolfed down his food. He was far too preoccupied thinking about Adam to pace himself. David wanted him with every inch of his being, but forbade himself from acting on it. He had gotten this far; there was no sense in undoing all the 'healing'. When he finished and looked across at Janet's plate he saw that she was waiting for him.

"That was fast. Going somewhere?"

"What do you mean, 'going somewhere?'. I've got that date."

"At this time of night?" David checked the time on his phone. It was nearly 10:30pm.

"He's taking me star-gazing," said Janet, so solemnly that David couldn't tell if she was being sarcastic.

"Sounds... interesting."

"I've told you about it already -- before the meeting? And again, like 10 minutes ago."

David shrugged his shoulders. 10 minutes ago he was thinking about sucking Adam off in the toilets. "Nah, forgot. What's he like?"

Janet sighed. She started to speak but stopped and glared at him.

"I'm serious!" David exclaimed, eyes wide in innocence. "You know how little I listen to you. Tell me, what's he like?"

"I haven't met him face to face yet, but we've chatted. He's a friend of a friend. I do, however..." She pulled out her phone and tapped the screen a few times. "... have his Facebook profile photos."

"You're quite the casual stalker, you know that?"

Janet ignored the jibe. She turned her phone around, and David squinted at a bald, rotund man with a goatee.

"Kyle," he read the name. "He's hot. Wouldn't mind gazing at his star. He's also very... bald."




Uncle David Fucks Adam Ch. 03



"Yeah." Janet smiled slyly.

"... aaand that's a good thing. I didn't think you went for that look."

"Just look at that smile," she sighed. "I could fall in love with that smile."

David scoffed and brushed the phone away with the back of his hand. "Please. You don't fall in love with someone's smile, unless they suddenly think of something funny while they're nose-deep in your business. Kyle could be a tool for all you know. I mean... stargazing?"

Janet grimaced. "A little pretentious, I know, but he's really funny and we get along when we chat online. I think it'll be nice and romantic. However if he smiles like that at me tonight, my panties won't stand a chance. Melt right off."

"Classy," said David. "Fucking is always the best way to a man's heart."

"Not everyone has to screw to see if they're compatible, you know."

"But if you do, you can... you can feel it with your whole body with absolute certainty. It's not just a hunch."

David cleared his throat and took a drink to stem the conversation; talking about feelings with his assistant made him uncomfortable. It made him think of Adam. He wanted to touch Adam again and - well, he wasn't entirely sure what else. The brief contact was electrifying. He'd fuck him, for sure, and then maybe turn Adam around and ram it down his throat...

Janet pulled him out of his fantasies. "And I'm just saying if you know without putting out, then you're onto something special." She turned the phone screen off with dignity. "You don't want to go wasting chemistry like that on a casual fling. Even if it is just a hunch."

David's gaze wandered over to Adam as she spoke.

Fuck, Adam looked so sexy, even while serving customers at the counter. He wondered how many other men Adam had been intimate with during their time apart. Was what they shared wasted chemistry? It was definitely something that remained unexplored.

Janet raised her eyebrows and tilted her head in Adam's direction. "Seriously? You're thinking about banging him? He's so young! You're old enough to be his dad."

"Janet," he growled warningly, but in truth his groin ached at the very though. He saw Adam glancing at him from the counter, and quickly looked away. David knew he needed to leave, now, before he acted on his desires. He could get Janet to pay and then walk out the door.

But Adam was so close... Two months of not knowing where he was, and now he could walk over and take what he wanted.

Just leave. Give Janet the money, and step outside. Now.

His resolve crumbled inside his chest. "Go on your date. Dinner's my treat, I'll take care of it."

Fuck.

"Thanks, Dave! I'll leave you two love birds in peace," she teased.

"Janet," David warned again. "Go on your date before I fire you."

"Alright, alright, I'm off. Wish me luck."

"Go nuts on him," David grunted.

"You too. See ya!"

"Hey!" he growled, but returned her wave anyway.

David slowly sipped his drink and stared unseeingly at emails on his phone while the other customers left in twos and threes. Adam cleared his table and walked away slowly, every step an invitation to come and get it.

David stifled a moan. Did Adam now know what he was doing to him? He was glad the table covered his raging erection.

As soon he and Adam were the only two left, their eyes sought each other out.

*

"Ah, fuck! Harder! Fuck me harder!"

Adam was kneeling on the bottom of some cement stairs while David took him from behind. Strings of David's cum dripped from his raw, gaping hole to pool in slippery puddles around his knees, while David punched his cock in and out, making loud, squelching noises on each thrust. Adam had taken two juicy loads so far, one in either end, and was about to receive his third.

It took all of two minutes inside Sam and Kim's to realise they both wanted it, and were both trying to convince the other to play. David nearly fucked Adam right there in the shop, but they had to find some place more discreet. David had the toilets in mind.

"Can't use the toilets. Sam is still in the office. I know a place..."

Adam closed the shop and took David to an unused parking structure just behind the building. David tore Adam's clothes off once they were in the shadows and threw him onto to the stairs where he fucked Adam's mouth furiously and then pumped his ass full of cum.

"You want more of daddy bear's cum in your ass, don't you, boy?" David snarled as he rammed Adam's backside with all his strength. Adam cried out in bliss as David probed his prostate and ground into it before penetrating further. "One load is never enough for a greedy cocksucker like you."

"I want it, I want it so bad, Uncle David..."

"Oh fuck, I can't believe I wanted to give this up!"

He continued to thrust into Adam, pulling back each time until the ridge of his head peeped out. He gradually picked up his pace, panting and moaning as he fucked Adam so hard the man's body jiggled and his breath came out in stops and starts.

David tilted his head back and shouted in ecstasy. "OH FUCK! Fuck! I'm cumming!" He started to slam into Adam with short, erratic strokes, and spurted string after string of seed each time he pushed all the way in. When he was finally done unloading inside his son, he slowed to a stop with a puff of his cheeks and wiped the sweat from his face.

"I'm getting thirsty, boy. Let me suck your dick. I'll drain your balls dry."

Adam felt little streams of David's cum roll down the back of his thighs. He clenched his ass and leaned forward, milking David's cock for more. He earned himself another five minutes of vigorous pounding before David finally pulled out with a satisfied sigh. Rough hands spread his cheeks apart, and David growled as he admired his work.

"Fuck, boy, if you could see how used and abused your ass looks right now. You've still got me rock hard. I could fuck you all night if I wanted to."

"Please," Adam begged, rocking back to nudge David's erection with his opening. The head slipped in and out, and he shivered. "Fuck me until the sun comes up. Use me all night -- do whatever you want, just put it back in me, please..."

"Not until I've had a taste of your sweet cock. Flip over for me, show me what I've been missing."

Adam turned around and laid back on the stairs. David dropped to his knees and engulfed Adam's small cock in his mouth.

"Mmph!" David straightened with a lick of his lips. He exhaled, tasting his breath. "Did you cum while I was fucking you? I can taste it."

Adam nodded. "Keep sucking me and you'll taste a whole lot more."

David slurped and grunted and moaned as he worked on Adam's thick cock, and was soon rewarded with several creamy lashings of his son's sweet cum. He swallowed it all and squeezed the shaft, wanting more.

"Hnnrg. Not enough cum, boy. I gave you bucket loads, and you give me a mouthful? I'm going to have to fuck your used, stretched out hole until you cum for me again."

Adam saw stars. This. This was what sex should always be like. He grabbed David under the arms and hauled him up. "Let me taste it," he whispered, pushing himself up, and he sucked David's bottom lip into his mouth.

David grunted weakly in protest. No, not kissing. Oh god, he wanted it so much. He wanted to taste Adam's mouth and kiss Adam so forcefully he'd forget to breathe. But if fucking on the stairs didn't undo everything he had worked so hard for in the past two months, then kissing definitely would.

David stiffened and clenched his teeth shut, denying Adam's tongue the access is desperately wanted. He could feel the raspy muscle trying to force its way in.

After trying for a few seconds longer, Adam leaned back. "What's wrong?"

"I... I can't. Not kissing -- please -- anything else. I'll do anything else."

"With all... the cum... we've swapped," Adam breathed, kissing David along the jaw and down his neck. "A little saliva... isn't going to hurt."

"Adam. I can't."

Adam chuckled, and kissed him tenderly on the lips without his tongue, and David's clenched jaw was powerless to stop it. The kiss was like a drug to David; it raced through him, spreading to the tips of his fingers, making him feel a level of arousal he hadn't felt in a long time. He wanted to hold Adam and just kiss him while they made love.

Adam slipped a finger inside David's mouth and pried at his jaws. The moment David relented, Adam kissed him on the mouth again, this time worming a tongue past his defences.

David moaned and grabbed Adam, holding him close. His tongue pushed past Adam's, and they played in Adam's mouth.

"Mmph," Adam sighed between lusty kisses. "You taste so fucking good."

"You too, boy."

They kissed passionately, and David pushed Adam back slowly until he was lying on his back. David picked Adam's lower body up with a grunt to combat the incline, and Adam reached down to point David's cock towards his throbbing hole. With a small thrust and a growl of content, David was inside him again -

"Fuck!" David swore, breaking the kiss and turning his head. His hips stopped rocking. He stared at the cement floor below them. "I shouldn't have done that. I shouldn't have kissed you."

"Give me one reason why," whispered Adam, raising himself up on his elbows and nibbling on David's ear and then kissing down the side of his neck again. "I'm yours to fuck. Whenever you want."

David fought back the shivers the kisses and the words threatened to send coursing through his body. He shifted away from Adam's lips and pulled his shrinking member out. It drooped and rested on Adam's hairy scrotum.

He had to tell his son the truth. Now -- he had to tell him now.

"I'm... I'm, uh..."

Fuck, I can't do it.

"Adam, we shouldn't have -- I can't -- because I'm... fuck."

"Just say it, David," Adam breathed in his ear, one hand reaching down to grip the fleshy prize between David's legs. "Say I'm your son."

*

David's blood turned cold. He pushed his son away with a hard hand to the chest, knocking him onto his back. "What did you say?" he snarled as he clambered off the stairs.

"Ouch." Adam casually propped himself up on his elbows and looked his father in the eye. "I said -- well I blatantly implied, rather, that I know already. That you were my mother's donor. You don't have to torture yourself over it."

"How did you know?" David asked in a low growl. "Who could possibly know about our connection?"

"Um, my dad? He came around with a few boxes of my old winter clothes and told me everything after you spilled the beans."

David's head was swimming. That was so long ago. Had Adam known all this time? "Then you know Duncan isn't your dad... I am."

"You're Uncle David," said Adam.

"No, Adam. I'm your father," he said slowly. "Your biological father."

"I know you are, but, David, you're always going to be 'Uncle David' to me. I don't think of you as my dad. You're just the small spurt of seed -- sorry, the big spurt, that gave me life. My dad is the person who was there when I was a kid, who took me to my first day of school, forged through my rebellious years..."

"You can stop laying on the guilt. I moved overseas after you were born for -- for other reasons."

"That's not what I was getting at, David. I'm saying that Duncan is my dad where it counts. You're just the hot uncle I want to be with."

"So you know, and you still want to go through with it?"

"Yes," Adam said, grinning.

David stared at his son. He had failed him. He had corrupted his own son.

"No. No, no, definitely not. I can't." He started to pick his clothes up off the ground and put them on. "I'm trying to fix it. It's wrong. You should be trying too."

"Fix what? We're not doing anything wrong!"

"Fix this!" David shouted, brandishing a shoe at the two of them. "Go and fuck a ton of other guys, Adam. What you're feeling for me isn't love. It can't be. It mustn't. It's just physical attraction. Lust. And you need to find another outlet."

He turned and fled.

**

David was halfway home before he reached for his phone and couldn't find it.

"Fuck."

He had left it on the counter at Sam and Kim's when they had been about to fuck in the shop. He glanced at the digital clock on his dashboard. It was nearly 11:30pm. Adam wouldn't still be there, would he?

Everything he needed to stay on top of his job was on that phone. Over the next few days with the impending contracts it was crucial he had it on him.

"Fuck," he sighed again, and he took the next U-turn. First Adam and now this. David ground his teeth in displeasure. It was a shitty way to end the night.

David got out of his car, cupped his hands and peered into the shop's window. There was still a light on in the office. "Hey!" he rapped his knuckles on the glass lightly, not wanting to cause alarm. "I've left something of mine here!"

A head poked out of the office, searching for the source of the noise.

"Hey!" David called out again. "Can you open the door? I left my phone."

The man sidled through the cramped tables and let David in.

"I thought you'd come back," the man said. "I found your phone on the counter after we closed for the night. It's in my office."

David described his phone to the shop owner's satisfaction, and then followed him into the office. As he waited for him to retrieve the phone from a locked desk drawer, he figured out this was the titular Sam, the one Adam had mentioned.

"Thanks Sam," he grumbled to the man's backside.

"No problems." Sam found the phone and turned around to hand it to David. "Wait -- how did you know my name?"

David grunted. "I've got my ways."

Now that he could see Sam's face, he was pleasantly surprised. The man was cute to look at, and had a sexy little body. He let his eyes rove over the short dwarf of a man. No -- not quite a dwarf, but he looked short enough to suck on his nipples while they fucked. David wouldn't mind knowing what that felt like.

Sam watched the man give him a casual eye-fuck and blushed easily. His gaze slipped down to stare at the man's bulging crotch and then smiled shyly up at him.

David's breath caught in his throat.

Sam's smile was the sexiest, cutest thing he had ever seen, and it illuminated the shorter man's features like a ray of purest sunlight.

David felt his cheeks burn from the intense eye contact. He could feel the corner of his own lips lift up on their own accord, and he knew he was grinning back like a fool.

He wanted to make sure the man always had a reason to smile. He wanted to fuck Sam too, but somehow that wasn't the priority.

Nothing else compared. He wanted this man, and not just his ass or his cock... but the smile and everything else that came with it. That gorgeous smile had to be his; he had to claim it for his own.

But David's heart started to hammer in his chest, and his planned seduction tripped and fell apart on his tongue which was suddenly as dry as sand.

That smile.

"Th-thanks," mumbled David in a daze.

"I'll... I'll see you," Sam replied, as lost for breath as David was.

David rushed back to his car. He got in and let out a shuddering breath, and then pulled out his phone and started typing out a text message to Janet.

'What the fuck, Janet. How do you know more about this crap than I do.'



Uncle David Fucks Adam Ch. 04



Adam stepped off the bus onto the concrete pavement. The bus roared to life and trundled off with a loud hiss of exhaust, leaving him alone under the hazy, yellow light of the street lamp. He crossed the street with his fists jammed into his coat pockets and trudged home. If a serene mind was a still, freshwater pond, then his was a storming, raging tempest of shitty thoughts.

The last words his father spoke to him sent his mood spiralling downwards, and he couldn't stop replaying it in his head.

'What you're feeling for me isn't love. It can't be. It mustn't. It's just physical attraction... you need to find another outlet.'

It reminded him far too keenly of the night David had kicked him out. David's actions conflicted with his promises, and he seemed incapable of picking a choice and sticking with it. The result left Adam emotionally exhausted, and to be frank, a little bit sick of the drama. 

Did Uncle David want him or not? 

Adam tried to focus his thoughts on anything else, but the slick feeling between his legs made it impossible. It was a constant reminder of their reunion tonight which had ended poorly. Uncle David had unloaded into his guts barely an hour ago, and the flood of cum was still seeping out of his ass with every step he took. There was so much of it; Adam had gotten strange looks on the bus, no doubt he smelled like he had taken a swim in that stuff. 

Despite David swearing (for the second time) to never touch him again, his body tingled from the euphoric high of their joining and his ass was still pleasantly sore. The sex was still top-notch, if anything. Adam took a deep breath and tried to savour the lingering after-effects of having his dad's cock thrust deep inside him. Who knew when they'd hook up again? It could be weeks, months, or it might never happen again.

"It's not like I love him," Adam muttered sourly to himself, as though once verbalised the lie would become truth. If only it were that simple.

He took a grain of comfort in David saying it was only a physical lust. Perhaps his father was right. Maybe he really was too young to know what true love felt like. Still, the words did little to diminish what he felt. It sure felt like the real thing to him. If what he felt wasn't love, then he didn't want love. He just wanted David.

'Go and fuck a ton of guys.'

"Worst fatherly advice ever," Adam scoffed. He turned into his street and resolved to put that bitchy-feely type shit behind him. He had never cared much about it, so why start? Being a vain, single-minded creature was what he was good at. 

Besides, admitting that David meant that much to him was not something he wanted to do right now. His father would come crawling back; that much was guaranteed. All he had to do was wait.

He climbed the stairs to his apartment and unlocked the deadlock in the door. 

"Shit!" Adam heard Ray cursing, followed by the pounding footsteps of someone running down the hallway. Curious, Adam unlocked the second lock, pushed the door open, and then ventured into the living room. 

The television screen was on, playing a porn DVD Ray had been watching. Two busty women were eating each other out, writhing and moaning a little too gratuitously for the camera. There was a bottle of lube and a box of tissues on the coffee table. 

Adam sniffed the air and grinned; it reeked of a fresh hand-job. 

"Hey!" Ray puffed, darting out of his bedroom in a pair of boxers and an undershirt, clearly having been naked a few seconds ago. His bearded face was rosy pink and there was a small bulge in the groin of his drawers. He fumbled with the remote for a few seconds and turned the DVD off. "I was just -- just watching some porn."

"No need to hide it," Adam assured him. "I don't really -"

Adam heard a faint squeak of bedsprings come from Ray's room.

"... care," he finished, as he glanced back at the sofa. There was Ray's shirt, pants and boxers thrown carelessly over the arm rest... and puddled on the floor Adam spotted a small pair of long, black pants, along with an office shirt and a tie. Adam tilted his head and spotted a pair of men's shoes he knew neither of them owned.

"Just porn - by yourself?"

"Yup," Ray nodded earnestly and gave Adam a sheepish smile. "I was having a wank. Busted, heh. It's so late and you didn't answer when I knocked on your door, so I thought you were already asleep."

"Right," said Adam, smirking knowingly. "I'll lock myself in my room for exactly 15 minutes. You do whatever you need to do to clean up after yourselves."

Adam chortled back at the surprised look on Ray's face, then retreated to his room, closed the door, and counted down the seconds it would take Ray to realise the other man's clothes were in plain sight.

5... 4.... 3... 

"Aw, hell, his clothes..." he heard Ray groan quietly.

Adam pulled his shirt off and flopped onto his bed with a smile on his face. Ray was ripe for the picking. It was almost enough to forget about David. 

**

David's phone vibrated in the drink-holder just as he pulled into his garage. He unlocked the screen with a swipe. 

Janet: DONT BOTHER ME. IM ON A MOTHERFUCKING DATE RIGHT NOW.

"What... date...question-mark..." David mumbled as he typed out the reply. He hit send, and his phone vibrated a few seconds later. 

Janet: You better be kidding me

David chuckled as he replied. 'You didn't have to reply in the first place. But now that I've got you, I need you to advise me on something.'

Janet didn't respond. 

'It's about a guy,' David typed with a frown. 'You might be right. Happy?'

Still, nothing.

With a sigh, David got out of his car and made his way upstairs. He checked his phone again, pestered her with another message, and then put away his things and took a shower, taking twice as long as usual. The cute sandwich shop owner kept intruding on his thoughts, and the fantasies escalated wildly in his imagination as he stared off into space.

Everything about Sam turned him on, from his short stature to his outdated sideburns, and even the sound of his voice. He replayed their brief encounter over and over, imaging how things would have gone differently if he hadn't lost his nerve while trying to seduce the man. 

That was the first time he hadn't been able to simply take what he wanted, and that alone excited the hell out of him. It wasn't something he was accustomed to. He'd lost count of the number of gay, bi, curious and even aggressively straight males he had persuaded into having sex, yet Sam, a man as innocuous as they came, rendered that silver tongue useless. 

It was such a strong contrast from his son who threw himself at him. David wondered how much of his attraction towards Sam was based entirely on the man being a 'normal' choice; a potential partner he could be seen with in the eye of the public, and introduce to his employees at business functions without lying. 

If Janet hadn't filled his head with thoughts of romance, would he have even given Sam a second thought in the first place? What if Sam just happened to be the first stable thing he chanced across after losing control with Adam?

Ah, Adam... David's erect cock twitched as the fresh memories of their time together that night swam to the forefront of his mind. His manhood throbbed as it swung between his muscled thighs, begging to be tugged and stroked, begging for release. David managed to finish the shower without touching himself, however the urge bested him while he was towelling dry. 

He drizzled body-wash onto his palms, gripped his cock with both hands and started to thrust into the tight, slick passage. He closed his eyes. It was his son's ass he was fucking in his fantasies. Alone in the bathroom and with his eyes closed even his own reservations could be ignored. He blocked out his inner-voice and tried to recall how perfect Adam's plump hips had felt in his grasp tonight.

"Oh, fuck boy, let daddy fuck your ass," David crooned softly. "Cum for your dad while he fucks you."

Embracing his lust for Adam brought him to a rapid climax. 

"Mmph!" He stopped thrusting his hips and propped one leg on the rim of the shower cubical. His sudsy fist swam up and down the length of his cock mixing the soap with his pre-cum as he jerked himself off.

"Gnngh! Adam -- oh fuck, boy!"

He thrust once and sprayed the shower walls repeatedly with his cum, and then furiously pumped his cock until he shot a second, smaller load. He tried not to think about what he had just done as he rinsed himself off, nor how easy it was. He certainly didn't want to acknowledge how right it felt. 

That would be the last time he'd cum while thinking about his son, he told himself.

When David was dried and dressed, he checked his phone and swore at Janet's latest message.

Janet: Call you tomorrow boss. Turning phone off.

**

On following night Adam found himself naked on Ray's bed, slowly jerking his cock as he waited for his room-mate to come home. Sam and Kim's closed early on Sundays, so once Ray took the bait, which Adam was currently stroking, they'd have all night to play.

Convincing Ray once he came home took no effort. Ray stumbled into his room and stared at Adam for a full minute with his mouth hanging open and his eyes wide in surprise. 

"Wh-what the hell are you doing?" he finally spluttered, edging cautiously into the room. "Why are you doing that in my room?"

"Waiting for you," Adam purred. "I know you like having sex with guys, so I thought I'd offer you the best blow-job in the city." He gripped the base of his cock and pushed down to give it an extra half-inch in length.

"I'm not gay," Ray insisted, looking straight at Adam's thick cock. His tongue darted out nervously to wet his lips.

"Oh, come on. You want it, and I want to give it to you. Take your dick out and I'll suck on it until it's nice and wet, then you can fuck my ass. Nice and simple. How does that sound?"

Ray was naked and on the bed in under ten seconds. 

Unfortunately, the sex did not go as smoothly as the seduction. Ray's size did not live up to Adam's expectations, and being rather unfit, he did not have the stamina to go all night. Adam bought Ray so close to cumming with his mouth alone in the first few minutes that Ray was forced to smack Adam's head back forcefully with his palm. 

"Ouch?" Adam rubbed his neck.

"You got me pretty close," Ray said by way of an apology. "Gimme a minute..."

It went downhill from there. 

Ray pulled Adam into a doggy-style position and jabbed at Adam's tight ass with his small prick. 

"Is it in yet?" Adam asked after a while. Adam could barely feel anything.

"Yes," Ray replied heatedly, and began to thrust harder than necessary. Less than a minute later, he stopped. 

"Mmm, keep going," Adam mumbled, rocking his hips back. It was beginning to feel good.

"I already shot my load, man." Ray pulled his flaccid member out with a grunt of satisfaction. "Hey, roll over. I wanna suck another guy's dick for the first time."

Ray clearly was not lying about never sucking a cock before. His lips didn't make it far past the crown, and he scrunched his eyes shut as he made minute movements in his neck. Adam forced Ray's head down his beer-can shaft until Ray grunted in his struggle to draw breath.

"Do it like that, go all the way down each time," Adam commanded. Ray obeyed, but Adam's girth proved to be too much, and he started licking and kissing the head instead.

Adam closed his eyes and thought about David and Sam. It took a fantasy three-way to make himself even close to cumming. He pushed Ray's head down his shaft, and crossed his ankles behind Ray's neck. He pushed his hips up so he could see Ray's face when he tasted his cum. 

"I'm nearly there!" Adam warned. 

"Huh? What'dya say?" Ray lifted his head and let Adam's cock slump back against Adam's belly. 

Adam shot his load, and ended up shooting more of his cum into his own mouth than in Ray's. Ray hastily lowered his head to lick it up, but made a face after his first taste, shook himself free, and climbed off his bed. 

"That was great," Ray enthused. "Can we do this again?"

Adam suppressed sighing openly as he rolled off the bed and made his way into the corridor. There was no spark at all, no excitement; casual sex had been ruined for him. Between David's massive cock jack-hammering into his bowels and the excitement of inducing Sam into the wide world of gay sex, there was absolutely no comparison. 

He wasn't about to throw away a perfectly fine cock, however. "Maybe just blow-jobs. I'll suck you off whenever you need me to. No need to suck me off." 

"Great," Ray smiled obliviously. 

Adam grew horny again later that night and took a few choice pictures of his cock and emailed them to David with the message, 'I'm all yours and I miss you already. Reply back, and let's meet up again.' 

It didn't seem like such a good idea after he jacked off, but it was too late to undo that email. He was worried it'd look like he was crawling back. He was, by all means, but he just didn't want it to look that way.

He woke up the next morning, checked his email, and frowned at the lack of reply.

**

Sam was considering closing his shop early on the quiet Monday night when the door swung open. He looked up and nearly turned around and darted into his office to hide. The glorious hunk of a man who had left his phone behind two days ago -- he had come back!

He tried to look busy by cleaning the counter-top he had already wiped clean, but he forgot to move his hand and ended up staring openly at the man as he made his way over. Good god, he was handsome.

The man was wearing a pair of jeans that bulged impressively at the crotch, and an unbuttoned flannel shirt over a loose, grey undershirt. Sam admired the man's hefty frame; his muscular body and rugged facial hair screamed 'MAN', yet he was chunky enough to not come off as intimidating. The sleeves had been pushed up, and the coarse hairs on his muscled forearms made blood rush to Sam's face and groin. It was also far more casual than his business attire from last time, but he looked so damn good it made Sam feel thoroughly under-dressed in his light-blue polo, slacks and green apron.

"Hey Sam, how's it going?" he greeted Sam with a broad smile. His brilliant, white teeth flashed under the brown beard growth. 

Sam looked up and met the man's intense gaze. It was impossible to look away. "H-hi," he stammered, feeling woozy. He sucked in a deep breath to calm himself. "It's going fine, thanks. You're the man who left his phone here the other day, aren't you?" 

Like he could have forgotten, but still, he didn't want to come off as inappropriate in case the man was only here for a bite to eat. 

"Ah, I was hoping I had left more of an impression on you," said the man, and Sam swallowed his excitement. "I'm David." He sat down on a stool and offered Sam a hand. 

Sam made sure his palms were dry on the back of his shirt and then shook David's hand. David's warm hand engulfed his own and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"Hi David. What... what can I do for you?"

"Oh -" 

David was looking down at their hands with his brows furrowed in disappointment and his shoulders slumped. He slowly pulled his own hands free. 

Sam realised he still had his wedding ring on. Crap. Of all the things Kim chose not to take.

"Should've realised," David muttered, as he got up from the stool. "Your shop name has been staring me in the face all this time."

"I'm not married," Sam said hastily, trying to pull the golden band off his stubby finger. It wouldn't budge. "Well -- I was, but she divorced me when..." He let the sentence trail off, and shoved his ringed hand into his pocket while David's frown deepened.

"I should... yeah, I should probably go," mumbled David, turning to leave.

"Wait - I'll let you do things to me!" Sam blurted out in panic, and felt his neck grow hot. It had sounded a lot smoother in his head. 

David barked with laughter and studied Sam with hungry eyes. He seemed to be thinking to himself, and then apparently having come to some conclusion, leaned in close. "I'm glad we have that thought in common, Sam. Ever been with another man?"

No witty banter or impressive reply came to mind. Sam was completely overwhelmed by David's dominant presence; the man was so close Sam could smell his masculine scent and feel his warmth heating up the space between them. 

"Um, not really. But I did get a blow-job from a guy once," Sam recalled, puffing out his chest a little bit. 

David chuckled and leaned in closer. It was such a juvenile boast, yet it only made him want Sam more. He reached out and brushed Sam's stubbled jaw with a finger. If he had his way with Sam, the man would never run out of things to boast about. "Ever been kissed by another man?"

"No -"

David tilted Sam's mouth up with a finger under the chin and kissed him tentatively over the counter-top. He gradually parted Sam's lips with his tongue and pushed himself inside. When Sam's tongue ventured into his mouth, David growled in approval and pulled Sam in, forcing the man to stand on his toes. 

He slipped a finger into Sam's mouth and broke the kiss. Sam suckled on the finger with his eyes closed like a hungry piglet, and David slowly pushed it in and out. Sam's tongue swirled around his finger eagerly, quickly making David rock hard. He gently pulled his finger out, and Sam gave a small moan of longing.

"Oh my god," Sam whispered, slowly opening his eyes. 

"She said I shouldn't do that, but fuck, that was worth it."

"Who?"

"Never mind," David said quickly. "Look, I'm taking you out this week and you can't say no. When are you free?"

Sam felt the blush creep up to his ears as he worked up the courage. "We can use the office if you want to do it now. The kitchen staff have gone home already. Just promise me you'll go slow." 

It took David a few seconds to figure out what Sam was offering. He took half a step towards the office before he stopped himself. "No, no..." He closed his eyes, giving his head a small shake as he tried to clear his lusty thoughts. "That's not what I meant. I'm not looking for a quick pump and dump. I've had enough of those in my lifetime. I'm looking for something more serious." 

He softened his words with a friendly smile, and Sam felt his arousal stiffen under the tight apron. This was a man he could not resist, even if he tried.

"So, what do you say? Let me take you out to dinner?"

"Yes please," Sam said breathlessly, unable to keep the happy smile off his face. 

**

By Tuesday morning Adam still had not received a reply from David, and he began to worry. Maybe David meant it this time. Adam tried not to dwell on it as he whittled away his free hours restlessly before his late shift with Sam tonight. He was looking forward to hooking up with his boss again. At least that man was all his. 

But Sam avoided and ignored him throughout his entire shift that night. When the last customer left, Adam cleaned the shop front and cornered Sam in his office. 

"So I'm about to head off, Sam."

"Right, I'll see you Saturday," Sam replied absently, determinedly avoiding Adam's eyes, but he looked up from his computer when Adam didn't move from the doorway. "Well, have a good night then."

"I thought you'd ask me to suck your dick again," said Adam. "I've locked the front door and it's just the two of us. You seemed to enjoy it last time."

"I did, Adam, but I don't think we should do that any more." Sam rubbed the back of his neck and grinned impishly. "I've sort of started seeing someone. Well, I don't really know him that well, but we're going out on a date this Sunday."

Adam felt a twinge of annoyance, and an uncomfortable nagging sensation that he recognised as jealousy. He thought Sam was his own personal sex-toy, to play with as he pleased. He refused to lose both David and Sam in the same week.




Uncle David Fucks Adam Ch. 04



"I'll let you suck mine later," bargained Adam as he forcefully wheeled Sam away from the desk. He dropped to his knees before the computer chair and slowly unzipped Sam's fly. "Surely you want to learn how to suck a man's cock. You won't find a better or more willing teacher."

Sam hesitated, visibly conflicted, and then shook his head. "No, I'm not that sort of guy any more. One at a time."

"This'll stay between us," said Adam, pulling Sam's flaccid member out. When Sam offered no resistance, he bent forward to tease and suck on the foreskin.

Sam slumped back in his chair in defeat.

"Okay -- fine. But only because I don't want him to think I'm clueless down there. If you saw him, you wouldn't believe -ooh, fuck that feels good... You wouldn't believe a guy like him would be going after a guy like me. Oh god..." He fell silent as Adam placed his mouth around his soft member all the way down to his short, ginger pubes. 

Adam made a mental note to meet Sam's new love interest in case Sam wasn't exaggerating. Between David and Sam, Adam didn't think there could be anyone hotter. He sat back, stroking Sam's member while it slowly stiffened.

"I thought I told you to stop being so down on yourself," Adam said. "I said you were really hot, and look, you've got a guy already." He tried to keep the bitterness from his voice. "If I were the dating type, I would have taken a go at you."

"If you had asked," Sam said, pulling Adam up so they were face level. "I think I would have said yes." He kissed him lightly on the lips.

Adam leapt at the chance to assert his dominance. He hooked an arm around Sam's neck and locked him in place while he returned the kiss. He pushed open Sam's mouth with his own and buried his tongue deep inside, and was surprised when Sam's tongue wrestled with his. 

They kissed passionately until Sam pulled back to take a breath. Adam immediately kissed along Sam's fuzzy jaw and down the soft, exposed neck. 

He started to scrape his top teeth along the delicate skin, leaving faint red marks.

"No, Adam, please..."

Adam bit down and left a rosy bite mark.

"Oh fuck, Adam... No..." But Sam's hands pulled Adam in, urging him to do more.

Adam bit down on Sam's neck and sucked hard, marking Sam as his own. He hoped whoever Sam was interested in would see it and back the hell off.

"Yes!" Sam moaned, his fingers digging into Adam's back. "Yes... Oh my god..."

Sam reached between his legs and tugged his dick few times. He released a warm torrent of cum onto Adam's shirt. 

Adam rocked back and admired the budding bruise he had created, and then grinned when he noticed the sticky mess on his shirt. So Sam got off on a bit of pain. He'd remember that for next time. He got to his feet, and with a grunt lifted Sam up off the chair. He pinned his boss against the wall and continued to ravish his neck with marks and kisses. 

"Put me down!" Sam giggled, struggling half-heartedly

Sam was heavy even for a man of his height and Adam's arms were quickly tiring, but he was filled with a sudden desire to impress the man with his strength. He could feel Sam's cock, still erect and pressing into his belly, and that was reason enough to keep going. 

"I can't. You're too fucking hot," Adam rasped. 

Sam wrapped his legs around Adam's hips and his arms around Adam's neck and returned to kissing him.

*

Sunday night came around, and David drove over to Sam's house to pick his date up. 

"Hey babe," David greeted Sam as he settled into the passenger seat. He leaned over to steal a quick kiss, but Sam grabbed at his shirt and kept on kissing him. 

"Are you all ready to go?" David asked in a husky voice once the kiss ended.

"Yeah. You look really nice by the way," said Sam.

"Oh this?" David started to grin as he glanced down. He could almost hear Janet shouting, 'Just take the damn compliment!', advising him not to go for the quip. He swallowed his ribald remark as he pulled away from the curb and instead replied, "Thanks Sam. You look lovely tonight too."

Sam smiled and set David's heart a flutter. "I've been told I clean up well."

And he did. Sam was wearing a fitted, black button-up shirt that hugged his fireplug body, with a sliver of white undershirt visible over the top button. He had shaved his perpetual stubble and now his cheeks looked baby smooth, and the cleft on his chin was more pronounced. 

They passed the time with flirtatious small talk and small pockets of sexually charged silence. David kept looking over to see Sam looking away innocently with a small grin.

"I see you undressing me with your eyes, Sam. I like it. Perve away."

They pulled into the parking lot next to the restaurant.

"You nervous?" David frowned, looking over at Sam.

"No," Sam lied.

"Don't be."

They walked up to the restaurant with David's hand pressed gently against Sam's back. The constant touch put Sam at ease. Two men in their mid-40's making googly eyes at each other; no one would think it was anything else but a date. He felt self-conscious about being seen with another man, however David was overflowing with confidence and he felt braver just being by his side.

The restaurant David chose was an overtly romantic one, with a dark-rose colour scheme and soft amber lighting, complete with candles on the tables. There was a gentle hum of quiet conversation, and Sam saw that the other tables were filled with starry-eyed couples. He wondered how many other first dates were taking place here tonight. 

A thin waif of a waitress showed them to their seats and left them with two menus. 

"Hey." David reached across the small table and took Sam's hand in his own. Below, he hooked a long leg around Sam's shorter legs and ran his foot up and down Sam's calf. "Relax. You look as frightened as a scared kitten."

"Sorry," mumbled Sam. "Most of my... male experiences have been rather straight-forward. This is my first actual date with another man."

"So you've worked out the sex side of being gay, but not the social aspect. That's nothing to worry about," David assured him. "You're new to the game, so you may as well be eighteen again. You've got plenty of time to figure things out."

The waitress returned to fill their glasses with iced water. Sam tried to wriggle his hand free so the waitress wouldn't seem them holding hands, but David tightened his grip and calmly thanked the waitress.

"People are staring at us," Sam muttered, staring fixedly at his plate. "They know we're on a date." He could see a man and a woman from a neighbouring table make repeated glances their way, shaking their heads as they muttered in low tones. 

David looked around and found the source of Sam's discomfort. "Hey," he said roughly, turning in his seat to face the couple sitting next to them. "Stop eyeing the hottest man in the room, he's my date, not yours." 

The couple stared daggers at David who glared back unflinchingly until they reluctantly looked away.

David turned back to Sam with a wolfish grin. 

"There. Fuck 'em, Sam. Why should you care about what others think of you? Be a little selfish and put yourself first for a change. It's okay to make yourself happy."

Sam seemed to relax, and David was delighted to discover there was a cheeky, curious side to Sam, hidden away under his shy exterior. He was relieved that there was a brain behind the beauty; Sam was engaged and connected, and had a off-beat sense of humour that matched his own.

They were talking about their sexual kinks and laughing loudly, drawing frowns from the other couples, when David felt a seed of guilt worrying into the forefront of his mind. With every smile, laugh and flirtatious compliment he grew fonder of Sam, and it would be more and more difficult to come clean about Adam. 

It was such a big secret of his and it shamed him to no end. He didn't want to scare Sam off.

However, for now David was more than happy to obsess over the latest surprise Sam had just dropped in his lap, and ignore the building pressure: Sam still had his anal cherry. David almost started to drool, and he couldn't wait to give Sam an amazing first time. He knew Sam wouldn't find a better screw anywhere else in the city. 

David found himself talking about Duncan when Sam had asked him about coming out in his 20's. He stopped himself before Sam would realise what a wreck most of his life was, but Sam only squeezed his hand and said with a small smile, "That's his loss. We're both in our 40's, so it's not like we're both clean slates."

Dessert accompanied some lighter topics, ranging from mutual interest such as travelling and technology to David's job. David, who worked entirely in the realm of digital media, was excited to learn that Sam was a bit of a technophile. 

After the date, David drove Sam home and parked in his driveway.

"Can I take you out again when you're next free?"

"Yes. I had an incredible time tonight, David," said Sam, kissing him on the cheek. 

David turned his head at the last second and the chaste peck on the cheek turned into passionate, open-mouthed kissing. David turned the engine and the lights off and adjusted his seat so he was laying back. Sam crawled on top of him, undoing the buttons on his shirt as he kissed David. He moaned softly and arched his back when David's fingers found his nipples and pinched them. 

"Harder," Sam moaned, and cried out in exultation when David complied. "Oh my god!" 

David twisted the nipples until Sam was panting and whimpering, and then he let go. Sam slumped forward, dazed; David caught his fall with a firm hand and claimed his mouth once more.

"I could kiss you for hours," Sam gasped when he resurfaced for air. 

"I couldn't," said David. He had one hand clasped around Sam's buttocks, pressing the smaller man into the large bulge of his cock. His other had was under Sam's shirt, cradling his lower back and gently toying with the hairs that grew there. "I'd have to stop and fuck you at some point."

Sam laughed. He rubbed his smooth cheek against David's whiskers, inhaling as much of his manly scent as he could to keep himself sated for the rest of the week. He stopped snuffling for a few seconds. "Do you want to come in for a bit?" Sam whispered into his ear. 

David felt a large drop of pre-cum squeeze out of his cock at the very thought. He desperately wanted to accept the offer, and had no delusions over what 'come in for a bit' meant. However he was determined to know Sam more as a person first, and not as a sexual object. Tonight had been enlightening on so many levels. He enjoyed himself immensely, and they hadn't even started on sex.

Frustrated and at the peak of his arousal, he kissed and bit down on Sam's neck, causing him to tremble on top of him with pleasure. Encouraged by the response, he bit down tightly and sucked hard.

"Yes! Oh, fuck, David, oh fuck me... Oh fuck..."

Still sucking hard, David pushed a finger into Sam's mouth, then slipped the same hand down the back of Sam's pants and squeezed his hairy ass. His wet finger strayed to the velvety, puckered little hole and ran small circles around its edge. Sam drew in a ragged breath and pressed himself close, his hips thrusting gently of their own accord.

"Do it," Sam begged softly, nibbling at his neck and ear. "Please..."

David pressed his finger firmly into Sam's opening. Sam inhaled sharply in shock as David breeched the ring of muscle, and pushed all the way up to his knuckle. 

"Oh my god!" Sam moaned. "Please, no - If you don't stop I'm gonna cum!"

David chose a fresh spot on Sam's neck and started sucking again. He pumped his finger in and out of Sam's smooth passage, making Sam moan and writhe on top of him. 

Sam tensed with a grunt as he shot his load into his briefs. He tried to twist his neck free, but David was not done; he held Sam in place until he was sure Sam was sufficiently marked for the second time, then he kissed his way back up the neck to Sam's lips. 

"Come in with me," Sam pleaded, his eyes bright with lust.

"I shouldn't. Not tonight, but maybe next time," David promised. Sam give a low groan of despair and David chuckled darkly. Sam's urgency was fanning the roaring flames of his lust. 

Sam was a lot like Adam once he came out of his shell. His kisses were as soft and sweet, and his touch just as eager. They continued to kiss, and David closed his eyes and dared to let Sam become Adam in his mind for a bit. It left him feeling a little lovesick. 

Sam eventually stopped kissing on the account of having an early start the next day. 

They made plans for next Sunday, and David drove home with his cock straining painfully against the in-seam of his pants. Once David was home and showered, he relaxed on his bed to unwind. He should have been feeling elated over making Sam cum with a mere kiss and a bit of fingering, but something was missing. He pulled out his phone and re-read Adam's email for the eleventh time. 

'I'm all yours and I miss you already...'

The attached picture of Adam's cock was downright mouth-watering. He had ignored his son's email for days while he tried to focus on Sam, but now that the first date was done, he found himself considering Adam's proposal seriously.

In a moment of weakness, he typed back a reply asking Adam to come over for the night. He barely stopped himself from hitting the send button. His thumb hovered over the screen until the screen switched itself off as he debated silently whether it was a good idea or not. 

He wanted to, but he also wanted Sam to be enough. He knew he mustn't, but he knew Adam was the only man who could fill the emptiness inside him. The sex would be for Sam's sake, he told himself. A temporary source of release before they got serious. It would be 'no strings attached' sex at the most, Adam would come over tonight and be gone before morning -- he had Sam now and that had to be enough for him.

"Just fuck Sam next time," David growled the warning to himself. He turned the screen back on and reread his message again.

He screwed his eyes shut and hit send, and then waited tensely for Adam to reply. Finally, his phone buzzed. 

Adam: I knew you were all talk. I'll be there before midnight. Don't start without me. 

"Cocky bastard," David scoffed, closing the email application. 

*

When Adam arrived David wasted no time in tearing Adam's clothes off and making love in the living room with Adam riding him on the sofa. They kissed their way up the stairs and tumbled onto his bed, where Adam fucked and spurted a load in his mouth before David turned the tables and penetrated Adam from behind. David pounded his son's ass for a solid half hour, only stopping after he released his third load. 

It had felt so right. Every touch, every kiss... Words could not describe the joy he felt in being with his son and indulging in the special bond they shared.

David flopped back with a creak of bedsprings and pulled Adam down next to him. He threw an arm around Adam's shoulders and pressed his lips to the hair on Adam's head. He breathed in, inhaling the scent of Adam, sweat and cum.

"You did good, Adam," he sighed, resting his eyes. "That was incredible."

"Um, do you want me to go?" Adam asked.

The question caught David off guard. 

"Do you want to go?"

"Not really..."

David remembered the advice he had given Sam earlier that night. What would make him happy, right at this moment? He didn't even want to consider the idea of kicking his son out of bed. It was a little too late for that anyway. 

He sighed when he knew his answer, vexed that it had taken him so long to reach his current state of mind. Adam, his arrogant, sex-crazed son, had beat him to it months ago.

"You can stay if you want," he said gruffly into Adam's short hair, and held his breath for the fallout.

Adam twisted about and looked him in the eye, the confusion and outrage clear in his features. "What made you suddenly change your mind?"

David shrugged. "Just something I heard someone say tonight, about how we shouldn't be caring about what others think of us. I shouldn't care about what others might think about you and I being together."

"For fuck's sake, David. It would've been nice if you had thought of that two months ago -- mmph..."

David leaned down and covered Adam's mouth with his own, and then scooted down so Adam's head was resting on his chest. "Don't spoil the moment," he said. "I know what you want to say. I'm mad at me too." He kissed Adam's head again while Adam trailed his fingers in small circles through his chest hair. 

"Two months," said Adam sadly. They could have done so much in two months, and now that was time they'd never get back.

"I've missed this so much," David confessed in a whisper. "I miss holding you after we have sex, and kissing you on the mouth, and watching your face as I make you cum... I miss being near you."

"I've missed it too, David. I actually took your advice and hooked up with my room-mate." He chuckled sadly. "It was lacking... It was missing something, David. It was missing you."

"We could have a three-some," David joked.

"As long as I'm with you, dad. I want to be all yours."

David felt himself stiffen again at his son's words. "Roll onto your side," he grunted, giving Adam a small push on the shoulder. When Adam was facing away from him, David hitched Adam's top leg up and pressed his hard cock against the sloppy opening. He slid in easily, and he gave a low moan of content.

"Ohhh. I can still feel my cum in there."

"Fuck me, Uncle David," Adam begged him.

"Don't call me that," said David, annoyed at the lie that still persisted between them. David let Adam's leg fall and shifted closer, wrapping an arm securely around his son's chest and holding him close.

"Fuck me, daddy bear," Adam whispered as he twisted about to face him. David growled in approval.

But David didn't fuck Adam hard. He thrust his hips rhythmically with long, sensual strokes as he held Adam in his arms, and he never broke eye contact. He could read every flicker of pleasure and every trace of pain in those warm, brown eyes, and as he lost himself in his son's eyes he knew he had made the right decision. 

The rhythm of their lovemaking built up slowly, and Adam gasped and moaned encouragingly, leaning back to kiss him tenderly on the mouth whenever he desired. David wanted to abandon the slow dance they shared and start pounding away, but every time his ardour threatened to overwhelm him he'd tilt his head forward and kiss Adam, and the love he felt for his son reminded him that it was not his own pleasure that he sought, but theirs - together. 

David glanced at the bedside clock and was shocked to see nearly an hour had already passed in the side position. He bent his head to kiss Adam again, and then asked, "Are you getting close, Adam?"

Adam shook his head. "Don't stop dad, this feels so fucking good."

"I want to make you cum."

David kissed the side of Adam's neck and then pulled Adam's leg up again and started to thrust purposefully, slamming into the warm, wet hole repeatedly. 

"Ooh, fuck! Fuck, daddy, I need your cum in me so bad!"

"Take it, boy!" David snarled. He rolled Adam onto his stomach and climbed on top, and started to pound Adam like a piston, repeatedly pushing his son down into the mattress and meeting him as he bounced back with a downwards thrust. "That enough daddy dick for you, son?"

"More!" Adam pleaded. David's cock slammed into his slick opening over and over, almost teasingly brushing his prostate with each thrust. He had to brace himself against the headboard to stop himself from inching into it. The springs in the bed squeaked in a rhythmic protest, matching every one of David's lunges. 

David repositioned himself and suddenly Adam was crying out wordlessly with each thrust. His father had found the sweet spot. "I'm cumming, dad -- oh fuck!" Adam bucked his hips and felt his semen pulse into the sheets under his stomach. 




Uncle David Fucks Adam Ch. 04



David shot his load at the same time with a satisfied growl. "Fuck, boy..." He pulled himself out kissed the back of Adam's neck. 

Adam flipped onto his back and pulled David, who was panting and sweating, down on top of him while they kissed. "One more time," he beseeched in between breaths. 

David wanted to laugh. He felt so free like this. "Oh, Adam." He rolled off him and laid back on the bed to cool off. Adam pressed himself into the curve of his body, and David idly ran his fingers up and down his son's hairy stomach, swirling the hairs that were matted with cum. 

He suddenly rested his cheek on the top of Adam's sweaty head. "I'm-- I take back what I said two days ago. It was wrong of me to place the blame on you. What can I do to make it up to you?"

Adam mumbled into his chest, "You can start by swearing you mean it, because I don't think I was the one you were shouting at that night."

"I do mean it this time," David said earnestly. He swallowed his pride and uttered, "I'm sorry, and... and I love you."

"I've already forgiven you, dad," Adam said, and pulled himself up to give David another quick kiss on the lips. "Does this mean we can go back to seeing each other on a regular basis?"

The joy that suddenly erupted in David's chest curdled, transforming into shame and guilt. What about Sam? Admitting his love for Adam didn't change the way he felt about Sam.

"I'd like that," he said slowly, thinking. "Maybe on Mondays, when your boss runs the store by himself. You'll be free then, won't you?"

"Yeah, I can do Mondays."

David snuggled close against his son, content for the time being. He knew he'd eventually have to choose between Adam and Sam or he'd lose both, and he didn't want to lose either of them.



Uncle David Fucks Adam Ch. 05



Sam put his phone back down on his bedside table and tried to wipe the giddy smile off his bearded face. David had just called to make plans for their fourth date, and Sam could not wait to see him again. Their infatuation was quickly developing into something more.

It had been nearly two weeks since their first date, and he didn't know how David managed to keep to his promise of going slow. Apart from video-chatting occasionally on Skype, their schedules only allowed them to see each other in person twice a week. 

Sam had given David a blow-job after their third date, and would have done more if it weren't for David insisting on waiting. Everything they did, they did in David's car. He could see that David wanted to throw him down on a bed, strip naked, and screw his brains out, but for whatever reason continued to restrain himself. There was no half-assing it with this man. 

"Who was that?" Adam said, returning from the bathroom down the hall and throwing his wet toothbrush into his overnight bag. "Your boyfriend?" 

Adam was naked, as was Sam, and he smirked as he walked over. His short, flaccid cock jiggled with every step. 

Sam knew the time to end things with Adam had truly come and passed. The eager employee at his shop had become a constant part of his life these past two weeks. Every time David left Sam wanting more, there Adam would be, waiting to help him sate the hunger of another man's touch. 

Sam wasn't merely using Adam, however, he genuinely enjoyed the younger man's company. There was something about Adam he found irresistible, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Perhaps it was his confidence, or his patience while Sam gradually mastered the many ways of pleasuring another man.

"He's not my boyfriend, Adam. We're still just dating for now," said Sam. "I don't know how serious he is about 'us', but he wants to go slow if that's any indication."

"What a chump," Adam chortled as he bounced onto the bed and settled next to Sam, hairy shoulder to hairy shoulder. "Lucky you've got me then, hey?"

"Yep." Sam pulled the younger man in and kissed him deeply. Adam's fingers found Sam's nipples and teased them, tugging lightly and rubbing the pad of his thumb over the hard nubs.

Adam kissed his way down Sam's jaw as he always did, and sucked hard on the fading hickey there. He was disappointed to learn that it had not deterred Sam's other partner – in fact, whoever he was, he had marked the other side of Sam's neck with his own claim to the man.

Sam leaned back against the headboard. "He said I was a natural at sucking cock on Sunday. That's thanks to you."

Adam leaned over to kiss his boss, and tried not to look too smug. "How was it?"

"Hmm, it was okay. He was a bit too big for my mouth, but hearing him moan when I managed to fit him in all the way made it worth the effort." He snuggled closer to Adam, letting his head rest on Adam's cuddly chest, and then asked, "Hey, is cum meant to taste good? I've always thought it would be unpleasantly bitter or salty. His was sweet."

"You can suck me off to completion this time and see for yourself," offered Adam, grabbing at his crotch and giving it a little shake. "We've got all night."

"Okay then," chuckled. Sam "Chloe used to make these terrible faces every time she swallowed one of my loads, and my ex-wife wouldn't let a single drop of that stuff go near her lips. Maybe my cum just doesn't taste that good."

Adam didn't ask who Chloe was. He had heard the name come up several times and pieced enough together to understand that Kim left Sam over some woman named Chloe. Adam assumed it was Sam's mistress at the time. 

Adam didn't mind being the new Chloe. Maybe Sam's 'boyfriend' would find out one day, and then he'd get Sam all to himself. 

"Your cum tastes great," Adam assured him. He kicked the blankets down to their feet and then leaned over Sam's belly to put his head between the man's hairy thighs. "I'll prove it to you..." He lowered his head and took Sam's soft member into his mouth, gently sucking on the foreskin.

"Oh Adam... yes," moaned Sam, pinching his nipples as he looked down. 

Adam sucked softly as he swirled his tongue around the head of Sam's cock over and over until it expanded rapidly in his mouth. Once it was hard, Adam bobbed his head up and down furiously. Sam moaned encouragingly, whimpering slightly as he rapidly approached his climax. 

"Gnngh! Fuck!" 

Sam held Adam's head down as he released thick squirts of his juices into Adam's mouth. Still sucking hard, Adam pulled free from his shrinking cock with a wet sound, settled back beside Sam, and kissed him on the mouth. He parted Sam's lips and let the cum flow back into the owner's mouth. 

"Mmph!"

Sam struggled weakly at first at the unexpected offering, but soon he was fighting Adam's tongue with his own, trying to swallow as much of his cum. It really did taste good. Adam started to jerk himself off while they kissed, and quickly shot load onto his own stomach. 

Sam lapped it all up, and shared it the same way. 

When they had licked and kissed each other clean, they laid back, arm in arm, recovering so they could go at it again. 

"He wants to go slow, but I'm past ready to let him fuck me," Sam murmured softly.

Adam didn't need to ask who Sam was talking about. His chump of a date who couldn't even seal the deal. If the man wasn't moving at a glacial pace, Adam would have talked Sam into having a threesome. 

"Yeah, thankfully most guys aren't like that," said Adam, thinking of Uncle David. "Most guys will do anything for something warm, wet and tight to put their dick in, and that's the sort of guy you want to have around. Trust me, you haven't lived until you've had a rock hard dick pounding your ass so hard it makes you cum."

"Just from taking it up the ass... is that even possible?"

"This guy I'm seeing can do that. He's so fucking horny, all the time. I'll wake up and feel his hard cock sliding inside me. He'll take without asking, and oh my god, you wouldn't want it any other way."

Sam looked up at him, his eye brows raised in mild surprise. "Are you talking about that ex? You two are seeing each other again, huh?" He chuckled darkly. "That can't be good."

"He's not really an ex – it's complicated, but it's actually going really well. Not as smooth as what you and I have got going, but things are finally free of drama since it all started. It must be the season, but he's been incredibly horny lately. My ass is so fucking lucky."

"Hah! What's this sex god's name?" Sam asked with a wry grin. 

Adam nearly said 'Uncle David', which would have been disastrous. He couldn't recall if he had ever mentioned David being his father or an uncle, or even spoken to Sam about David at all. He decided it would be safer not to drop any names. 

"He's just a guy – we're sort of like fuck buddies but real close. No one you know."

Sam leaned back and put his hands behind his head. "Yeah, fuck buddies are great," he said, looking across at Adam. "But I think this one really likes me. He's in it for the long run, I can tell."

Adam froze – How could Sam possibly know? But judging from Sam's expression the man was off with his thoughts, and Adam slowly realised he wasn't the one Sam was talking about. Adam massaged Sam's pink nipples in an attempt to win back his attention.

"I wish I could have both of you," Sam sighed dreamily as he fought to hold back a moan. 

Adam smiled to himself. It seemed that Sam would follow in his greedy, cock-loving footsteps. Adam was juggling his father and his boss at the same time, and there was still time to play with his room-mate. 

*

David cleaned his house as efficiently as he could, promising himself to never leave it to the last hour again. Once it was presentable, he opened a bottle of wine and started preparing dinner. It was Wednesday night, which meant Sam would be leaving work early in about an hour and putting others in charge of closing the shop so they could have their mid-week date.

'Dinner at my place.' It was so obvious, he may as well have used air quotations when he suggested it. One thing was for sure – tonight he would fuck Sam. He couldn't say no to the man any more, not after the blow-job he received on Sunday. The man's hot, little mouth fit perfectly around his thick cock, and for someone who was new to his gay side, he was a complete natural at sucking cock.

An hour later, Sam arrived and David dished up the grilled steaks and baked potatoes and poured them each a glass of red wine. David had set up recliners on his lit balcony, so they ate under the starry night sky, overlooking the shimmering city on the horizon. For all the beauty the view offered, it could not compare to the way Sam looked tonight. 

Sam wore another one of his buttoned-up shirts, but had left the top few buttons open. His chest hair poked out and nearly joined with the auburn-and-grey beard running down his neck. 

David loved the beard Sam was growing. The specks of silver stubble Sam had were now silvery patches in his ginger beard. He couldn't take his eyes off his date tonight, and neither could Sam. 

They returned to the living room with a second glass of wine and cuddled up on the sofa. Sam reached down to rub David's soft bulge through his jeans, and David could have flipped Sam over and fucked him right then and there. Who knew the man would be so horny all the time? 

David put their unfinished wine glasses aside and looked Sam in the eyes. He gently ran his fingers through Sam's new beard, but didn't move in to kiss him. There was something so erotic and sensual about intense eye contact, and every second lost in those warm eyes, he could feel himself falling in love just a little bit more. 

"You have no idea how fucking hot you are right now. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you, or the blow-job you gave me. I really want to return the favour..."

"Why don't you then?" Sam invited, giving his bulge a little squeeze. He moved in close and kissed him.

David kissed back aggressively, forcing Sam onto his back. He reached down between them and tried to undo Sam's shirt buttons, but after several frustrating attempts he ended up ripping the button off. 

"Mmph!" Sam pushed against David's bulk in protest, but David slid his hand down and forced the rest of the buttons free, not caring if he snapped the threads or not. 

Sam grunted in exertion as he tried to shove David off him. His struggling only appealed to the dominant beast in David, who growled and pinned Sam's arms down so he could kiss his way down Sam's hairy chest uninterrupted. The hair was as soft as a puppy's. He snuffled his way through the manly growth, inhaling the intoxicating scent of Sam's body.

"David, wait -"

David licked and gnawed on Sam's nipples and traced a path with his stubbled chin down to the bellybutton, and then moved lower to press his nose into Sam's soft belly and then crotch. The man was rock hard already, despite his apparent efforts to free himself. 

"Please... please, David..." Sam pleaded softly. He still struggled under David's grip, but he made no verbal indication of whether he meant for David to stop or go on. 

David held Sam down with a forearm over the chest as he worked the belt-buckle free. He wrenched Sam's pants off and took a moment to take in the glistening prize waiting for him. The 6-inch cock was slick with arousal and the foreskin was partway down the engorged, bulbous crown. David ran his tongue over the tip, tasting the pre-cum, and then gently pushed the foreskin down with his lips, taking Sam into his mouth in the process. 

"Oh fuck... yes..."

Feeling that Sam was properly subdued, David let go on Sam's chest to work the man's nipples. He found the erect nubs and pinched them hard, twisting and rolling them between his fingers.

"Yes!" Sam moaned loudly, his voice rising in pitch as he tensed and bucked his hips. A trickle of warm pre-cum seeped into David's mouth, making David salivate. David paused to swallow and then began to glide his mouth up and down Sam's shaft as slowly as he as could bear. His own cock was rock hard and it ached to be freed of its cotton confines. 

"Finger me, David – please. Please, oh god, yes... "

Sam took over the nipple play as David spat on two fingers and pushed them inside Sam up to the middle joint. He wiggled his fingers, feeling the walls of the smooth passage he'd soon be fucking, and then finger-fucked Sam, gradually entering deeper and deeper until he was knuckle-deep on each push. He tugged on Sam's soft scrotum with his free hand as he sucked harder and faster.

David worked Sam towards his climax slowly, listening close to the urgency in Sam's moans and drawing it out as long as he could. He eased off gently when Sam got too close; he didn't want it to end. The taste of Sam's cock on his tongue was heaven. 

The effect of David's teasing eventually diminished, and slowing down did nothing to halt Sam's orgasm. The shaft and head stiffened in his mouth and David could taste the first few drops of cum.

"Fuck, baby, I'm close – I'm – fuck!" Sam thrust his hips upwards, ramming himself inside David's mouth, and erupted in a gushing fountain of cum. 

David swallowed all three full mouthfuls. Fuck, there was a lot! He rocked back to look at Sam's cock, glistening wet with his spit, and kissed away the last bead of cum that welled out. 

He looked at Sam's ruined shirt in surprise. "Shit," he mumbled, fingering the threads where buttons had once been attached. He couldn't even remember doing that. 

"David..." Sam pulled him close and kissed him. His cheeks were glazed a rosy pink and his fingers still trembled slightly. David nuzzled Sam's neck, and Sam rolled his head back, allowing David to kiss his neck as he often did. David usually kissed his other side, but because of the way he was lying on the sofa... 

"What the hell is this?"

Sam wriggled free, but it was too late - David had seen the other small bruises on his neck. 

*

David froze, affixing Sam with a dubious stare. It couldn't be. "Are those what I think they are? I don't usually kiss that side of your neck."

"Oh, um..." Sam rubbed the area on the neck where Adam had marked him, as though he could massage the bruise away and they'd both forget about it. 

"Did someone else give you that?" David pressed him. How long had they been there? He had never been able to see them when they kissed in his car.

"...Yes," said Sam.

David sat back, feeling numb. Inadequacy and betrayal clamoured for his attention and wrenched at his gut. He hadn't felt this way for a long time... David ran a hand through his short hair and stared at Sam, a man he thought he knew. 

"Well? Who is he, Sam?"

"He's just a guy from the shop. It doesn't mean anything, I swear."

David nearly choked on his own breath. From the shop, Sam had said! Who else could it be but Adam? "What's he look like?" he asked, a little too aggressively. 

Sam looked wary. "Are you going to start something if I tell you? I don't want you doing anything stupid and getting in trouble. You have nothing to worry about. Seriously."

That made David stop and reconsider. He hadn't been thinking along that line at all. "I won't do anything stupid," he promised. "Just... tell me, what he's like?"

"He's not a threat, David, in fact he's actually a decent, caring guy. He likes to put my pleasure first. Um. He's young, but he acts mature. He's nice. You'd probably like him if you knew him."

David let out a small, inward sigh of relief. None of that described his son. Adam was as arrogant as they came, though he wouldn't want him any other way. 

"He's mainly been showing me the ropes, teaching me how to suck another guy off."

David groaned. Memories of the amazing blow-job he had enjoyed so much were ruined. 

"You've been sucking this guy off too, Sam? Bloody hell, there's something you forgot to mention earlier. I thought you were a natural... Does he know you're off the market?"

Sam met his eyes briefly and then nodded. 

"Not very decent or mature then, is he?" David remarked drily. 

"I've only sucked him off all the way once. He usually sucks me off and we kiss a bit, but that's as far as it goes."

David snorted. "Are you sure?" he asked, nodding pointedly down to the hickey on Sam's neck. 

In truth, David was a little relieved. It was probably the straight-but-curious room-mate who also worked at the shop. Was it Roy? Or Ray? Adam didn't usually do the sucking; he preferred to be on the receiving end when it came to blow-jobs. 

"I'm sorry," Sam said in a small voice, looking sadder than David had ever seen him. 

"Are you sure?" David asked again, grinning to show he was joking. He had forgiven Sam already – partly out of relief it wasn't Adam, partly because he was guilty of the exact same thing, and partly because it was starting to excite the hell out of him. He wouldn't mind seeing Sam taking another man in the mouth while he claimed the rear... 

Sam was so fucking hot – he wanted to show the man off and let everyone know what a fine piece of ass he was. One three-some at a time. When David came back from his momentary fantasy, he realised his facetious remark had flown over Sam's head. 

"It was just a bit of kissing and some blow-jobs," said Sam unhappily. 

David felt his heart break at the grief on Sam's face. He cleared his throat of emotion with a manly grunt. "Hey now, I was just joking when I said it the second time," he said gruffly, pulling Sam into a hug. He kissed the balding spot on top of Sam's head and held the disconsolate man in his arms. 

Once Sam seemed be okay, he asked in his softest voice, "Why did you do it, Sam? I thought I would be enough for you."

Sam hesitated, and as the silence began to stretch thin, David readied himself for a lacking answer. "Every time you pull away you'd leave me wanting so much more. I could have taken care of it myself, sure, but he was so willing and eager, and I couldn't say no to him."

David understood that much at least. He knew what it was like when saying no was impossible. Was it his fault, then, for driving Sam into another man's arms?

"Did I go too slow?" David asked uncertainly. 

"Yes. No – maybe. I don't regret dating first, but whether it was a short or long wait, it wouldn't have mattered. You're positively oozing sex and experience - there was so much pressure put on our first time together... I didn't want to disappoint you." Sam looked up, meeting his gaze. "I wanted to know how to make you happy."

"Oh Sam you idiot. If it's with you, I'll be happy." David gently rubbed the back of Sam's neck, and then leant down to kiss him. 

"So you don't want to break up?" Sam asked incredulously, evading the kiss.

"Of course not." David leant down to kiss him again.

Sam ducked away. "And you're not angry? Hurt?"

"Hmm." David made an unconvincing sound. He had already buried those messy emotions and didn't want to dredge them back up.

David pretended to think it over as he nuzzled Sam's cheek instead, and his thoughts drifted over to wondering if a three-way with the other guy was a possibility. "Not as much as I thought I'd be. Are you... Are you going to keep seeing this guy?"

"No! Absolutely not – I'm going to call him the moment I get home and end it."

"You don't have to do that if you don't want to," David said off-handedly.

"I have to, David. It wouldn't be right if I kept seeing him. You're so good to me, and this is how I show me appreciation? I'm the absolute worst. On top of that, you're not even upset. You're... you're so perfect that a guy like me shouldn't have any business with a guy like you. It's the least I could do."

"Hey, I'm not perfect," sighed David. Fuck, it was impossible not to come clean now. "I'm... " 




Uncle David Fucks Adam Ch. 05



He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. 

"I'm sort of seeing a guy on the side too."

Sam elbowed him hard in the gut.

"Oof!" David coughed, eyes fluttering open as Sam pulled his fist back to punch the same spot.

"You mother fucker!" Sam exclaimed. "Dragging me through all that guilt and pretending to be a forgiving saint, when you've gone and done the exact same thing!" 

"I deserved that," nodded David, catching the second blow in his palm and keeping a hold of it. For a small guy, he sure packed a punch, and David felt a stirring in his loins react to the display of violence. He pressed his thighs together tightly to stem his hard-on. Now was definitely not the time.

"I did it for the same reasons as you," David tried to explain. "He was just a bit of tension release on the side, so I could get to know you better without rushing things. You make me so horny, babe, you have no idea..."

"Don't try and sweet-talk your way out of this," said Sam. "How often do you do it?"

David didn't want to say it – he knew it was bad. But he wasn't going to lie to Sam in the middle of a confession. "Several times a week."

"Small wonder you don't want me to stop - you don't want to stop seeing your guy either! You don't have feelings for him, do you?"

"No!" said David a little too quickly. "What about you?"

"What – no – of course not!" Sam shot back, tripping over his own tongue. 

They were both lying, and they both knew it.

Sam looked surprised at himself.

"I think I need a drink," David lied, getting up from the couch and walking over to the kitchen. 

*

David found the wine bottle and stared listlessly at it before pouring the dregs down the sink. The taste of Sam's cum was still on his breath and he didn't want to chase it away. How quickly things had gone from perfect to the hell-on-earth. His first attempt at a normal, healthy relationship and he had screwed it up because he couldn't keep his dick in his pants.

So did Sam, a small voice in his head reminded him. 

But, fuck, he loved Sam so much. He wouldn't care if Sam had five hundred other guys on the side, as long as he'd come back to him every night. Whatever made the man happy. 

However, David felt that Sam in turn deserved undivided love and devotion – he deserved someone who could love him back without needing anyone else. That man was not David. 

David had never meant to hurt Sam. He loved and lusted over the man more than anything else, yet every time he bedded his son, he felt an indescribable sense of completion. It was something beyond logic or reasoning, an irresistible pull that transcended all else. It wasn't just a simple case of preferring Adam more, it was something else... And now that something had torn a great, jagged rift between him and Sam.

Sam walked into the kitchen with the two wineglasses and placed them on the island counter. "I called a cab, so I'll be heading off in a bit," he said quietly. He padded over and gently spun David around so they faced each other. Sam's ruined shirt parted down the middle to show off the hairiest portions of his front.

David stared longingly at the matted, messy jungle of fur that grew there. He longed to run his hands through it and have things go back to the way they were: uncomplicated and fun. He had forgiven Sam, but didn't want nor expect the same treatment in return. He had done a lot worse than kissing and oral sex behind the man's back.

"I'm sorry," said David helplessly. Sorry for what? That he had been unfaithful, or that it had to end like this? David wasn't sure which one he was sorry for, but he knew he meant it. He really was sorry.

"I'm sorry that I had to be the one to punch you. You were being a dick. Someone had to do it." Sam found and held David's hands. "I'm actually sort of glad you've got feelings for this other guy. For a minute, I thought you saving all your lovin' for this other guy because there was something off between us. Now I know there's at least a reason behind it all. 

"Just tell me next time, David. Don't leave me in the dark like that."

It took a few moments for the meaning behind the words to rouse David's low spirits. 

He still wants me! David thought miraculously. Selfish triumph blossomed, but quickly wilted under his guilt. 

David shook his head. "I can't keep hurting you like this. You deserve more... You shouldn't be with a man like me."

"I'm angry that you kept it from me, you dolt, not because you slept with someone else," said Sam, looking him right in the eyes. "I knew from the first time I saw you that you had an appetite I alone could never satisfy. I'm okay with that, David. It's actually why I'm crazy about you. 

"Sleep with every other guy on this planet if that's what you want, I just hope you'll trust me enough to tell me about it. I'd rather hear it from you than find out from a stranger's hickey on your neck." He gave a tentative grin.

David was still shaking his head. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "But you deserve someone better – someone who'll treat you right. You deserve a healthy, normal relationship -"

Sam whacked him softly in the belly. "Tell me what I should or shouldn't want, and I'm punching you again. I'm capable of making up my own mind, thank you very much, and I want you."

"I want you too," said David earnestly. "I need you to know that, Sam -"

"I can tell you want me," said Sam with a grin. "Whenever you see me, you smile and you don't even realise it. Seconds after we touch, your pants are bulging something crazy down the front. I just need you to be honest with me – that's all. If you respect me, then don't lie to me."

"I do," said David quickly. "I do respect you. I won't lie to you any more – I promise. Does this mean... are we okay?"

Sam stood on his toes; David leaned down and let Sam kiss him on the cheek.

"We're fine, David. For now. I just need a few days to think things through by myself, and I think you do too. I'll come round on Sunday, if that's okay with you."

A car horn sounded outside; David glanced out the kitchen window and saw Sam's taxi waiting. "Stay the night, Sam. Please. I want you to stay."

But Sam shook his head. "I don't want to fuck on a night like this. Not after everything that's happened tonight... It'd taint the memory." He smiled at the quiet groaning sound David made. "You waited this long, sailor. A few more days won't hurt."

The taxi honked its horn again, and a neighbour shouted angrily in response.

"But I want you now," David pleaded.

Sam hugged David, pressing his face into his chest. "Call your guy, David," Sam whispered. "I'll see you on Sunday." And he left. 

*

David did call Adam that night, but not because Sam had told him to. He wanted Sam, but he needed his son desperately. 

When Adam arrived and closed the door behind him, David attacked his son's nipples and belly where he stood. He tore off Adam's clothes and pressed his lips on every kissable surface of his son's soft, hairy body. 

"Woah there," murmured Adam, shocked at David's ardour. He leaned against the door and pushed his father's head lower. "Mmph, take it out, dad. Suck on it."

"Don't tell me what to do," David growled warningly, and picked his son up – all 110kgs, as easily as if he were a rag-doll. He climbed the stairs and threw Adam onto his bed. "I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you, boy."

"So business as usual then," said Adam, squirming out of his jeans. 

"Hurry up," snapped David. He added in a softer tone, "I need you so bad, Adam." 

Adam flung the jeans aside, and David ripped his underwear to shreds and positioned him at the edge of the bed. David spat on Adam's hole and rammed his hard cock against the puckered opening just as Adam pulled his legs back.

"Ah – fuck!" Adam breathed, closing his eyes. 

"Louder, boy," David growled, pushing himself in deeper.

"You're fucking hurting me," Adam whimpered. "It hurts so fucking good, daddy. Fuck me hard – please..."

David leaned over and kissed Adam roughly on the mouth, and as he explored Adam's mouth with his tongue, he began to thrust, pulling out and slamming back in so hard the bed groaned and shook. He cradled his son's head under a hand, slightly pushing Adam up for a deeper kiss. 

David fucked Adam like wild beast – he didn't stop when he dropped his first big load, (although Adam welcomed the additional lubricant) but kept right on fucking, kissing Adam as he sought comfort in his son's body. He emptied his balls for the second time and paused to catch his breath. 

"I need you... so fucking bad," David panted quietly as he plastered Adam's lips, jaws and neck with kisses.

Adam grew a little concerned. He had rarely seen Uncle David emotional, but he could tell something was up. There was an urgency to his father's lovemaking – more than their usual lust-fuelled sessions. He wanted to bring it up, but David had already resumed fucking him, so Adam laid back and let himself enjoy it. 

David's third orgasm took nearly thirty minute of non-stop pounding. He slammed repeatedly into Adam's throbbing opening, so hard and fast Adam thought the bed would disassemble itself. Adam sprayed his seed halfway through, crying out like a wounded animal, and now cum slicked the matted hairs between their rubbing bellies. Adam quickly stiffened again, and as his father hammered into his prostate their hairy bellies rubbed on either side of his cock, bringing about his second intense load.

After David flooded his son's insides with his juices for the third time, he pressed himself against Adam and kissed the beads of sweat off Adam's neck. He panted hoarsely, and let the sweat roll from his brow unimpeded to drip onto his son. He pulled his hard cock out with a wet squelch, and Adam moaned at the sudden emptiness inside him. 

David was so well endowed; Adam would never get used to him pulling out while hard. 

Adam reached down between his father's legs and gripped the firm, slick member in his fist. David's cock was made for breeding him. Nothing else felt nearly as good, and it was still hard for him.

"I love you so fucking much, Adam," David sighed in between kissing and nibbling at his ear. "I need to feel you in my arms every night... A couple of times a week isn't enough."

"David," Adam whispered, letting go of his manhood and pressing a hand lightly against his sturdy chest. "Dad. What's going on? Something is up."

"I'm fine," David said roughly, sitting back up. "Again." He lifted a knee and flipped Adam onto his stomach and tried to mount him. 

Adam bucked him off. "I can tell you're not fine," he said. He twisted back around to face David. "I've never seen you so frantic. What are you trying to distract yourself from?" 

David slapped Adam hard across the rear. "Don't ever shrug me off like that, Adam, not when I'm trying to fuck you. Not when I need to fuck you." He pushed Adam back onto his front and then slapped Adam's ass. Hard. A red hand-print formed, and he slapped Adam on the same spot again.

"Oh fuck!" Adam yelped, leaning forward and muffling his cries in the mattress as the barrage of blows kept on coming. David entered him again, but he continued to slap the sides of his ass with every thrust. His rear felt like it was on fire; every sharp slap sent a thrill of pain and pleasure coursing through his body.

"Fuck, son, you feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock!" 

When Adam's hairy cheeks glowed red, David realised what he was doing. "Fuck me," he swore, gingerly running a finger across the warm skin. "Adam – I didn't -"

"Keep going, daddy," Adam moaned into the mattress, giving his ass a little shake. He rocked back against David's cock. "Spank me. I've been real bad."

David gave Adam a gentle tap and then pulled out, getting cum from an earlier load all over the sheets. He noticed a thick, unbroken stream of pre-cum dripping free from Adam's cock. It was connected to a large pool of it on the bedsheets. He sighed. Sam would have loved being treated like this too. They were so alike in the strangest, unforeseen ways. 

David kissed the red hand-prints on his son's behind and then impaled him again, fucking Adam with long, hard strokes until he shot hot cum inside Adam's guts. 

David rolled onto his side next to Adam, panting and sweating.

"Put your ass down, boy. I'm not gonna spank you any more." 

Adam rolled onto his side to face David, and David shifted closer so they could kiss. He enjoyed the simple pleasure of his son's soft lips on his own, and then pulled back. 

"How's your ass, boy?"

"Sore. But it could do with a stiff cock inside it," Adam pointed out. 

David grinned, but the smile quickly slid off his face. "You were right in noticing that something was up, Adam. The guy I'm seeing... tonight we had a bit of a - well, things didn't turn out the way I had planned. Let's just keep it at that." 

"You're seeing someone else?" Adam asked in genuine surprise. "I thought you were all mine," he said with a slight accusatory tone. 

"Is that okay with you – me seeing someone else?"

"It depends," said Adam. "Is he at least hot?"

"Oh, he is so fucking sexy, Adam. You have no idea." Or maybe you do, David thought. Surely you've noticed your boss at work. 

Adam grinned and propped himself up on an elbow. "Who would you pick if you had to – me or your boyfriend?"

David groaned. "Don't make me pick, boy. Please just let me be an irresponsible arse hole and put it off until it's too late." They both laughed, but Adam continued to press David for an answer. 

David realised Adam cared more than he let off. His son cloaked himself with laid-back callousness the same way he had donned his own stoic armour for so long it became a natural part of him. Underneath, they were the same as anyone else. 

"Adam... boy... You know I'll never let you go again, don't you? You'll always have a place in my bed, and... and here," he said, thumping his chest. "When I say I love you during sex, I mean it. It's not just something I blurt out in the heat of the moment. I really fucking love you, and not just as a son, but as a partner and lover. These past couple of weeks have been..." He shook his head, at a loss for words. 'Amazing' barely scratched the surface. 'Indescribable' did not do it justice. "Adam, you mean the world to me."

"Yeah dad, I know," said Adam happily. 

They cuddled up close and kissed. Adam then asked jokingly, "Is your boyfriend okay with you fucking someone else?"

"He actually is," said David proudly. "Well, for now, he said he is. He's more suited to me than I would have thought imaginable."

"Nice. Does he know it's your son you're fucking?"

David winced. "I'm going to have to tell him soon. I don't want to scare him off. It's getting harder and harder too..."

Adam watched his father closely, and he identified the driving force behind David's emotional turmoil. "You really love him too," he said. It wasn't a question. 

David sighed and rolled over to stare at the ceiling. "I really do, Adam. I love him, but I love you as well. I want to tell him, but it frightens me. It's like coming out all over again. Nothing would make me happier than waking up with you on one side, and Sam on the other."

Oh fuck. David hadn't meant to let the fact that he was dating his boss slip out like that; he glanced over at Adam, who stared back with his mouth open in shock. That wasn't the reaction he was hoping for. 

"Sam, as in my boss? You're in love with my boss?"

"Shit... Yeah. Adam, I was planning to tell you with a bit more tact, but there you go. I'm dating your boss, and have been for some weeks now."

"He's not worth it, dad," said Adam quickly. 

"Woah, careful boy. What the fuck are you talking about?"

"He's not faithful to you," said Adam, unable to look up from David's chest. "I... I don't want to see you getting hurt."

David was touched by Adam's concern. "Thanks, Adam, but it goes both ways. He's okay with me fucking others, and I'm more than.... Wait, how did you know about – oh... Oh fuck, no. No, no – no fucking way. Tell me it's not what I'm thinking."

"What – uh – what are you thinking?" Adam stalled, suddenly fascinated with the cum-soaked bedsheets between them. 

"That you've been sucking Sam off at work. You're my boyfriend's dirty, little secret!"

Adam looked up and rolled his eyes. "You make it sound so cheap."

"Oh for fuck's sake, Adam!" David pushed himself out of bed and angrily paced halfway across the room. He spun around. "This is so fucking typical – the man I'm dating of all people, and he's your boss too! I mean, is there anyone you won't whore yourself out to?"

"Hey!" Adam snapped, visibly wounded. "I've seen your collection of home-made videos. If I'm a whore, what does that make you?" He sat up, wincing slightly when the fabric grazed his burning rear. "Besides, I only whore myself out to the hot ones, but you know that, don't you?"

David was not amused. "You don't whore yourself to me, Adam. That's not what this is. But what of Sam – have you told him anything about us? Please tell me you haven't. I haven't told him who you are to me yet... I need to be the first one to tell him."

"No, I haven't told him," said Adam honestly. "He mentioned he was seeing guy, but I didn't think he was dating you, so thankfully I never brought it up. He kept going on about some romantic, caring chump who didn't know where to put it."

David couldn't help but smile. "He... he called me romantic?" 

"Yeah. Ridiculous, right? I thought there was no way it could be you."

"Sam said the same about you, you know," said David, his anger making a swift return. "He said the guy he was seeing was sweet, caring, and wasn't a selfish little prick. Since when did any of that apply to you?"

Adam shrugged. "Ever since I started hooking up with Sam. I like being with him and using him for his body, but sometimes I just want to take care of him like he's a cute, little puppy. I dunno, he brings it out of me. It's weird."

"The love of a good man..." sighed David. 

There was a whole other side to his son that he hadn't seen, yet Sam already had. Could he really blame Adam for being there for Sam? They clearly had something going on too. He sat down on the edge of the bed and rested his head on the palm of his hands. He thought Adam would help him recoup from the shock Sam gave him, but it had only made things worse. 

"Can we have a threesome?" Adam asked into the silence. 

"Fuck, don't start with this, Adam. I need to be alone right now. Go home."

"Dad..." Adam said warningly. "Don't shut me out again. That's not fair – not after what you said earlier."

"Fuck, Adam, at least have some faith in me will you? We're fine. I'm not angry. I'll see you on Monday at the latest and we'll have sex then, okay? I just need some time alone while I deal with something."

"It's not just about the sex," Adam grumbled as he pulled a shirt on. He then stopped and turned to look at him. His short stump of a cock peeped out from under his shirt. "Shit. I can't go home. I told my room-mate I'd be out all night, and I know he's got a couple of regulars over for an all-night orgy."

"Then go join in," David sighed. 

"It's Ray's first time being the pig. Everyone's going to be taking turns screwing him senseless, and he's been looking forward to it for days. You know how fuckable my ass is. I don't want to steal his thunder."

"Fine. You can take the couch if you really need to, but I'd rather you do what I say and just leave me in peace."

"God you can be such a dick sometimes," said Adam, pulling his pants on. He leaned in and kissed his dad on the lips once he was dressed. "I'm gone. I'll... see you on Monday." There was a hint of a question in the way he hesitated.




Uncle David Fucks Adam Ch. 05



"I'll see you Monday, kid," David confirmed sadly, staring at his hands and missing Adam already. 

*

David made his mind up. 

He would tell Sam about Adam before their next date. He didn't want Sam falling in love with the lie he had created; Sam had called him perfect earlier that night, and that was enough to send his guilt into soaring. 

David snatched up his phone three times that night, fuelled by three separate flashes of resolve to come clean, but as the hours trickled by he eventually decided to deal with it in the morning. Sam would be asleep already. David had bad news to deliver, so depriving the man of sleep on top of that would be a poor way to do it.

After tossing and turning all night, he woke up with the sun and then sat up in bed and watched the digital clock on his phone screen slowly flash its way to 7am. 

He killed the alarm the moment it sounded and unplugged his phone from the charging cord. 

"Don't be a pussy, David, just say it..." 

He called Sam. 

"Hello?" Sam's groggy voice filtered through. He sounded like he was fresh out of bed with his hair all tussled, and David couldn't help but smile at the image in his mind.

"Morning babe."

"David!" Sam seemed relieved to hear his voice. "I'm glad you called first. I stayed up half the night thinking about you."

"Me too, Sam, me too. About last night - I just want things to go back to the way they were, but there's something I need to tell you first -"

"David, dating you has been amazing and I wish it could go on like this forever. But we can't just go back to the way things were."

David sucked in a breath and nearly choked.

Sam continued. "I think it's time we lay down some rules and define the relationship we want –um, I meant – I didn't mean relationship as in something serious. Unless you want that too. I just meant, if we're going to continue to see each other, we should talk about what sort of commitment we both want."

David exhaled silently in relief, and then teased playfully, "You mean like boyfriends?"

"We don't have to call it that," said Sam quickly. "'Partners', perhaps. No, crap, wait – that sounds even more serious -"

"I consider myself to be your partner and your boyfriend, Sam," David asserted. "And I want you to be mine."

There was a brief pause.

"Then I'm your boyfriend," said Sam, and David could hear the pride in Sam's voice. "Man, that sounds weird. It sounds good, but... weird. I haven't been someone's 'boyfriend' since I was in my late 20's."

"Better get used to it, babe. You're my man, and I'm yours."

"So we're 'together' now – a proper couple. No more hooking up, it's just you and me now. I'll get my guy and you call yours. We'll set things right and end it with them. I'm ready for a committed relationship if you are."

David chewed his bottom lip, feeling trapped in the options given to him. He could stop seeing Adam, but he'd be miserable and his relationship with Sam would subsequently suffer, not to mention what that would do to Adam. Or, he could lie to Sam and continue to see Adam, which he had promised only last night not to do. He did not intend to break that promise – not now, not ever.

Besides, they couldn't both call Adam at the same time. 

"Wait, Sam. Be honest. Do you want to continue seeing Ahm – um, seeing your guy?" David cleared his throat to disguise the near slip. "I'd be completely fine with your answer, even if you say yes."

"Well... Honestly? I do. We're close and I don't want to hurt him by cutting him off. He's no you," Sam said quickly. "You've got nothing to worry about, David, but I am fond of him. We're more friends than lovers, if anything."

"We could have one of those, you know, open relationships. You go have your fun, and I'll have mine, but we be completely honest about it. No sneaking around or lying." 

Except about who we're both shagging, David thought miserably. He couldn't tell Sam that Adam was not only their mutual lover, but his son as well. Not like this, not over the phone. 

"So if I was to suck another guy off, you wouldn't care?" Sam wanted to confirm.

"Hell, I'd ask to join in," David replied. "I really like you, Sam. I don't want to lose you."

"That sounds perfect, David. I don't want to lose you either. When can I see you again?"

David paused. He'd never get a better chance. He had already left it so late...

"Can I come over in about an hour? There's something I need to tell you."

"Oh." Sam sounded surprised. "Is something wrong?"

"I just need to see you," said David. "There was something I meant to do last night, but I didn't get the chance."

"Oh ho! Aren't you eager? Yeah, come on over. I have to open the shop at around 9, so come over in about half an hour. I just need some time to get ready first."

*

Sam couldn't contain his excitement when he went back to his bedroom and slid under the quilt. He shook the naked man next to him gently on the shoulder. 

"Adam, wake up."

"I am," Adam grumbled into his pillow. "And I was trying to fix that." He rolled over, throwing an arm and a leg possessively over Sam, and his eyes fluttered closed again. 

"Adam." Sam kissed him on the mouth, and Adam sighed sleepily and gave him a lazy kiss back, and then started to snore lightly. 

Sam reached down and rubbed Adam gently between his legs.

Adam was soon rock hard under the sheets. The younger man twisted around and faced the other way. Sam reached over and continued to stroke him.

"Mmmph... God that feels good, Sam. I thought we weren't going to do anything until you cleared things up with your boyfriend?"

"Well guess who I was just on the phone to just now," said Sam. Sam could almost feel Adam's interest prick up like a dog's ears. He pushed the blankets back to expose Adam's cock and got up onto his knees.

"He called?" asked Adam carefully, trying to mask his surprise as he rolled onto his back and looked up at Sam. That was so soon, especially for David who liked to mull things over slowly. Had David told Sam everything? Did Sam know who he was now? 

Adam reflexively covered his manhood with a hand.

"He's actually coming over in about an hour."

"Fuck, I better get going then. Thanks for letting me crash here last night." Adam tried to sit up, but Sam pushed him back down. 

"Wait, before you go - there is something I wanted to do to you last night." Sam straddled Adam's chest in reverse. He leaned over Adam's large belly, pushed Adam's hand away, and began to suck him slowly, bobbing and twisting his head up and down the beer-can cock. 

"Oh fuck, boss, you're good at that," Adam crooned softly, thrusting his hips a little. He ran his hands absently over Sam's hairy ass crack and was lost in the pleasure Sam gave him.

*

Adam was still panting and sweating from his intense orgasm when David knocked on the front door. 

"You said thirty minutes! He's early!" Adam hissed at Sam, who had leapt out of bed and was pulling on clothes as quickly as possible. Adam was still naked and his dick was slick with Sam's spit.

"How's my hair?" Sam whispered back tersely, smoothing the tussled mess. Adam had wrestled Sam into submission earlier and rimmed his rear, and as a result the hair on the back of Sam's head was matted and stuck up at an odd angle. Adam got up and smoothed it down for him then darted about the room picking up his torn underwear and pants.

David knocked again. 

"There's no time to get dressed here. Take your stuff and go hide in the garage!" Sam instructed. He wiped his mouth with the back of the hand and then ran into the bathroom to wash Adam's cum off his hands. 

Adam snatched his phone off the bedside table and his shoes off the ground. He legged it to the gloomy garage with his belongings just as he heard Sam let David in through the front door.

There was a single, small window in the garage, and the weak light it let in did little to illuminate the space. Adam tiptoed his way around, feeling with his hands, until he found an open area next to Sam's parked car where he could get dressed without knocking things over. 

Above, Adam heard Sam and David talking, but it was too muffled to understand what they were saying.

Once dressed, Adam spent another five minutes hunting down the light switch. He turned it on. When he saw the garage door, he gave a quiet groan. The roller door was old and automated, and would be very loud. There was a side-door, but it had a deadlock and he didn't have the key. With his father inside the house, he was stuck here. 

Adam tiptoed back to the house-side door and tried to listen. Sam and his dad had stopped talking. Figuring it was safe, he gently eased the doorknob and held the door open a hair's width. 

"David - please!" Sam shouted in a scared voice. 

Adam felt himself turn cold – what was David doing to Sam? He checked his pockets. There was nothing he had left behind to reveal he had been there.

Except for the sweaty, cum-stained bedsheets, Adam realised with horror. And Sam's shouting did seem to be coming from the bedroom. 

"Ow! Oh fuck!" There was a definite note of pain in Sam's voice. Adam swung the door open silently, checked his immediate surrounding area, and then stole down the hallway towards Sam's bedroom.

"Oh god – it's too big!" Sam pleaded loudly when Adam was still two rooms away.

"You're so damn tight, babe," Adam heard his father growl. 

Oh. Adam felt his cheeks turn red, and he pivoted on the spot, looking to get away from what was obviously a private moment.

"Fuck, you're all the way in!" Sam was saying as Adam started to tip-toe away.

"Want me to go slow?" David offered, a low growl deep in his chest that made Adam hard. Adam turned back around and silently crept closer so he could hear better.

"Go as fast as you want, David. I want your cum inside me so bad."

A bedspring creaked, and Sam suddenly moaned and gasped; Adam had been with is father enough to picture what was going on. David would be slowly pulling his massive, rock-hard cock out. He'd pull the head free, rest it lovingly against the stretched hole, and then push it back inside all the way in one savage stroke.

The bed groaned and clinked rhythmically as David started to rock his hips back and forth.

"Fuck me!" Sam moaned, so gratuitously Adam swore he could have been mid-climax already. "Yes! Put it in, all the way – oh fuck, you're so big!" Sam squealed, a high-pitched noise Adam had never heard him make. "Oh, fuck me, David, please! Fuck me!"

A deep knocking sound filled the house as Sam's bed smashed repeatedly into the wall.

Adam was instantly at the peak of his arousal. They were not having gentle sex in there; the thumping sound reverberated throughout the house, and the walls did little to block out Sam's zealous, gasping moans. Adam could hear the heavenly, rhythmic music of skin slapping on skin. 

He crept closer until he was right next to the open door, and he rubbed his dick through his pants with longing.

"You feel so fucking good, Sam," Adam heard David say, followed by a sharp clap and Sam howling in pleasure.

"Spank me again!" Sam begged pathetically, and a sharp clapping sound peppered the repetitive rhythm of their love-making. David started to moan with each thrust; he was getting close to cumming. 

Adam had to look; he couldn't stop himself. He poked his head around the door frame, intending to quickly check to make sure there were no mirrors to betray him first. But then he saw his boss and his father in bed together and staying hidden suddenly didn't seem important any more. 

He stood there and stared with his mouth open.

They both had their backs to him, but were at a slight angle so Adam could see everything. David was kneeling in the middle of the bed, his broad, hairy back straight and proud, while Sam was on all fours with his head thrown back in ecstasy. 

David gripped Sam's shoulders firmly, and his hips swung mechanically with precise force as he pleasured his boyfriend with short, hard thrusts. His muscular buttocks clenched every time he pushed into Sam, and every now and then he'd let go of a shoulder to swing his meaty hand onto Sam's ass-cheeks with an almighty crack.

Adam slipped a hand into his pants and started to jack himself off as quietly as possible. He had never seen his father fucking someone else in person, and it was a sight to behold. His dad was a fucking beast! It looked as good as it had always felt. 

And Sam – the man was a natural bottom. His back was arched and his perfect, round ass was poised high in the air. He matched David's thrusts, pushing back with his hips and moaning in delight. Adam could tell Sam wanted every inch of David's hard cock inside him. 

David suddenly cried out and hunched over Sam, flattening the smaller man. He continued to thrust erratically. "Fuck, babe, I'm cumming!" David's large frame twitched, and with a low, guttural growl he started to pump Sam full of his hot, creamy seed.

Adam felt himself getting close too. He took a step back and pulled his short cock out and shot his load onto his palm with a subdued grunt. Panting slightly, he tipped the salty juices into his mouth and then licked his palm clean, savouring the taste of cum. 

As usual, David did not stop after his first load. He hoisted himself up on his hands and went right back to his powerful, piston-like fucking that had the mattress creaking in a frenzied tempo. Sam was swearing in disbelief and crying out every time David's cock pushed against his prostate. 

Adam sidled back to his vantage point. 

"David, baby, I'm getting close..."

David flipped Sam over onto his back with his strong arms. He entered his boyfriend again and leaned over to suck on Sam's neck. Sam played his his nipples, biting his bottom lip as he tweaked and pinched them. Sweat matted the thick hair on his chest, and his face was flushed red with arousal.

"Fuck, I'm – David! Oh David, oh god!"

Sam's body shook; his hips bucked again and again and he shot a huge load onto David's stomach above him. David slowed down to smile proudly at his mate. 

Adam frowned as David came to a full stop and just stared and smiled at Sam for a full minute while they caught their breath. Sam ran his fingers across David's stubble, but he too seemed to be content with their silent staring contest. 

Just as Adam thought they'd never stop, David leaned in, kissed Sam, and whispered, "What that good, babe?"

"That was amazing," sighed Sam, smiling blissfully. 

"You're amazing," David grinned back wolfishly, showing his teeth. He gave Sam another lingering, tender kiss before nuzzling his neck.

Adam realised his cheeks were sore from smiling. He loved seeing his dad happy. Sam was the one David said he loved as well, and Adam now saw what an understatement that was. The two of them fit together like a lock and key. He regretted asking David to pick between him and Sam the night before.

Sam exhaled with satisfaction looked up to see Adam watching from the door. He appeared to be shocked for a split second, and then gave an uncertain wave and mouthed 'He's fucking amazing!' 

Adam sniggered to himself. He flashed Sam a thumbs up and got a shy grin in return.

David was busy licking and sucking on Sam's pink nipples like a hungry pup. His eyes were closed in content and he moaned softly.

'Come join us,' Sam mouthed, beckoning Adam over. 

Adam shook his head. David appeared to be trying to mount Sam again, so Adam stepped out of view. 

Fuck damn, he wanted to strip naked and slide in between his those two! But David wasn't ready for that yet - not until Sam knew he was David's son. Adam decided it was time to leave the two of them alone before he was found. 

Adam waved goodbye to his boss, however Sam did not notice; David had resumed fucking him, this time with slow, passionate strokes, and Sam was pulling his boyfriend down to kiss him on the mouth. Adam tiptoed to the kitchen, helped himself to a can of Coke from the fridge and glanced at the time on the microwave as he sipped his breakfast. It was 8:30, and Sam's shop wouldn't open until midday at this rate. 

He found Sam's keys to the shop and let himself out as quietly as possible. 

*

Sam regretfully freed himself from David's cuddling to retrieve his phone. It was on silent, but he thought he had heard it vibrate earlier, somewhere between his second and third hands-free orgasm. He had lost count then of how many times David had cum inside him and how many sweet loads had splashed against the back of his mouth.

Sam checked the new message as David propped himself up on an elbow to kiss the back of his neck. 

'Don't worry boss, I'm at the shop now. Take your time.'

It was a message from Adam. Sam checked the time and was glad he read the message first; it was half an hour to midday. Where had all the time gone? 

"Mmm, put the phone away, babe," mumbled David sleepily. "I want to spend all day in bed with you."

"I could if you wanted to," said Sam as he nestled back against David's larger body. He could feel David's flaccid cock prodding his rear; even soft, it was big enough to lay itself along his slick crack. David appeared to be more of a 'shower' than a 'grower' at first, but it doubled in length once hard. "I just got a message from Adam, one of my employees. He's gone and opened the shop. Just say the word, David, and I'll let him know I'm not coming in today."

David slowly sat up and rubbed the back of his neck. "There was something I needed to tell you. It's actually the reason why I came over here..."

"If you came here just for sex, that's fine, David. It saves me from having to ask. You don't have to cover it up with a story."

"I'm being serious, Sam. When I was talking to you on the phone this morning, I didn't actually have this in mind..."

"We'll you're here now. Go for it."

David cleared his throat. "Once you asked me if I had any kids, and I said not really."

"Right."

"Well, that was a lie. I do have a kid. I've got a son."

Sam touched David lightly on the arm. "David, it's fine. I'd fully expect a virile man like you to have kids all over the place. I mean – just going off how much you cum." Sam playfully stroked the muscles along David's arm. "So you had to tell me that in person, huh? Perfect cover story. I think you just wanted to come over and finally fuck -"

David stared at the blankets, and he felt his mouth moving. "He's 24 years old and his name is Adam." The words bubbled out of his mouth like someone else had said them. His stomach did an odd flip when he realised he had actually said it out loud. How many times had he practised saying it in his head? 

Slowly, David looked up to see Sam staring at him with a dumb-founded expression.

"Adam – you don't mean, the one who works – the one at my shop -"

"The very one," said David carefully, searching Sam's wide eyes with his own. 

Sam was shaking his head. "Fuck, not again... David, I have to tell you something." He looked up and saw David already waiting. He lowered his eyes. "But you already know, don't you?" he asked quietly. "You know I've been having sex with your son."

David nodded. "He came by last night and I found out."

"Oh damn." Sam rocked forward and buried his face in his hands with a groan. "I didn't mean to – I'm not... It's not what you think."

David remembered the last time he had left Sam treading heated water. "Hey," he said, tugging lightly on Sam's wrist. "Look at me, there's more." 

David took a deep breath to steady himself and licked his lips nervously; he had revealed the first half of his secret, but it was barely the tip of the iceberg. Admitting to Sam that Adam was his lover as well as his son was much more difficult.

"He stayed the night at my place, too," continued Sam in a muffled voice. 




Uncle David Fucks Adam Ch. 05



David accepted that without batting an eyelid. Of course Adam did. Where else but in the bed of his boyfriend would Adam spend the night after being kicked out?

Sam finally looked up. His face was pale. "I had no idea he was related to you, let alone your son!"

"Wait, Sam – listen -"

"I'm sorry, David. I can't tell you how sorry I am. I swear I won't touch him again."

David opened his mouth to say what he needed to say, but the words wouldn't come out. All his planning and preparation did not compare to looking at the man he loved and admitting to an incestuous relationship with his son.

"What it is?" Sam asked slowly, eyebrows knotting in confusion.

"I – I didn't come here just to bust your chops. There's more. Me and Adam..." David felt his courage failing him, and he suddenly hated his gutless self. 

Just man up and say it, he commanded himself silently. 

"We have... we've got sort of a complicated relationship..."

Sam suddenly sat up and stared at David. His face was alive with a curious mix of awe and approval.

"Complicated... how?" Sam asked.

"We..." David looked at Sam's sweet face, knowing that it might be the last time he did so. Oh, how he had grown to love this man. He couldn't bear the thought of losing him, any more than he could bear to lose Adam. 

"Are you having sex with Adam as well?" Sam asked, his eyes bright with excitement.

"Wha – did he tell you?" David gasped. His lungs felt like they were deflating inside his chest. 

"No, but you just did. I'm not a moron, David. It's pretty obvious from the way you're acting right now."

"Yes," David rasped weakly, belatedly answering Sam's question. "Yes, I'm having sex with my own son. But it's not what it sounds like..."

Sam heaved himself closer and pressed a firm hand against David's lower back. "Breath, David, breath." When he felt the man take a breath, he started to rub his back with small, circular strokes. "I'm not judging you. I'm want to understand... Tell me everything. Start from the beginning."

And David did. 

He told Sam every excruciating detail about his and Duncan's relationship, and how he became both a father and an uncle with a sudden breath of life. He revisited his darkest moments when Adam was born, and Sam's comforting hand and attention did not waver once. 

David relived the morning a young man he had never seen show up at his front door, and how he assumed he was some past hook-up coming back for more. "I wanted to fuck him so bad," David said. "And then he asked about Duncan and Beatrice, and I realised who he was..."

David told Sam about how Adam seduced him, the subsequent feelings that bubbled to the surface, and then his failed attempt of cutting his son out of his life - a section of the story which made his cheeks burn with shame.

"I just can't help myself. I'd tell myself 'Never again,' but then I would see him and I'd just need to be with him. It's difficult to explain..."

"I can't say no to him either," said Sam. "There's something about Adam that makes it impossible to say no to him. Oh David, I had no idea you carried so much pain inside." He hugged David around the chest, pressing his face into David's arm.

"I'm fine," said David reflexively in his gruffest voice, but he felt genuine delight that Sam was not running full speed away from him. He wrapped his arm around Sam and held him tight. "You're not disgusted," said David, sounding more surprised than he had meant to. "You're not disgusted that I want to have sex with my son, or that I've fallen in love with him?"

"Nah. Why would I be?" Sam asked with a frown.

David mirrored Sam's expression. "Most people would."

"We're more alike than you think." Sam fidgeted nervously. "I've never told you about my divorce, have I?"

David shook his head. 

"You know Kim left me earlier this year."

"Yes."

"Did I ever tell you about Chloe, her daughter?"

"Once or twice," said David. "She was a baby when you met Kim, right?"

"Yes. Kim had a baby daughter from a previous man in her life when we started dating. I was 26 at the time. I gave Chloe two siblings and raised her like my own daughter, and I watched her grow into the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on. By the time she was 15, she knew most men lusted after her, and my god, she knew how to flaunt it. She had the body and full breasts of a woman, but an eagerness and innocent that matched her age. Me and Chloe..."

"You banged your wife's under-age daughter?" asked David, his mouth open in surprise.

"No!" Sam spluttered, but he could see David's arousal rising under the sheets regardless. "Nothing happened until she was 18, and even then, she made the first move. Before then, she'd flirt constantly with me, and kept on letting me see her naked, using any excuse under the sun. When we were alone in the house, she'd strip naked, put on a new sexy push-up bra and ask me how it looked on her, or she'd come out of the shower in only a towel and let it slip off when she walked past me. And the number of times she'd 'accidentally' brush against my crotch... She knew even then that I lusted after her like all other men."

"I never touched her. I thought she was being cruel, as teenagers generally are. I never thought she actually wanted me, not until the night of her 18th birthday. She had planned to stay at her boyfriend's place for the weekend, but they broke up that night and she called me at 1o'clock in the morning and had me come and pick her up."

"That's when it happened," said David.

Sam nodded.

"She got into my car and started rubbing me through my pyjamas pants. She begged me to be the first man inside her – it was why she had broken up with Jim. She didn't want him; she wanted me. I was rock hard for her, and she could feel it. I couldn't lie, even if I wanted to."

David let out an involuntary moan. His cock pitched a large tent under the sheets, but he didn't seem to realise. "What did you do?" he asked. "Did you fuck her?"

"David, she was so beautiful and she wanted me. I wanted her too, and always have." Sam shook his head and shrugged. "I couldn't refuse her, not my own daughter. I loved her and wanted to give her everything she wanted. I drove us to a quiet park, and joined her in the back seat of my car. She wanted to taste me, so I let her give me head until I couldn't stand it any more. I hitched her dress up, pulled her soaking wet panties down and I took her virginity. She screamed my name over and over when I made her cum. 

"Then I drove us home with Chloe's mouth wrapped around my cock."

"She sounds like a male Adam," smiled David.

"For me it's the other way around – Adam reminds me of Chloe's good qualities," admitted Sam. "When we got home, Kim was still asleep in bed, so Chloe begged me to take her anal cherry as well. 'I want you to break every one of my holes in,' she said to me. God, she knew the exact words it'd take to make me rock hard again. We crept back to the car so we wouldn't wake Kim and I fucked my step-daughter up the ass. 

"That was meant to be that. I thought Chloe was just chasing a fantasy of hers that night, fuelled by her break-up and her newly attained adulthood. We both had a good time, and all I hoped was that she wouldn't breathe a word of it to anyone, or worse, fall pregnant. But then she joins me in my shower the next morning, sucks me off, and asks if I'll have sex with her every night. She threatened to tell Kim if I said no."

"So you said yes," said David.

Sam nodded. "I should have said no and gone straight to Kim to come clean, but I couldn't help myself. Chloe confessed that she loved me as more than a father-figure, and I realised I loved her too – more than a father should love a daughter. 

"I said yes, and every night when my wife and our kids went to bed, I'd go into Chloe's room and find her waiting for me, naked and wet under her sheets. We'd kiss and lick each other all over, and then we'd tip-toe naked through the house together to my car, and we'd fuck. Sometimes, if she promised to be quiet, we'd fuck in her bed, just metres away from my sleeping wife.

"We never used protection either... I'd try and put a rubber on, but she didn't want me to, and we ended up risking it every time. It seemed to turn her on so much, so I agreed to make her happy. I tried to finish each time with my hand or in her mouth or fucking her up the ass, but she would do anything to have me shoot my cum inside her cunt. The sex went on for months... and every day that she didn't wake up with morning sickness was a huge relief."

"Why didn't she want to use protection? Surely she'd got more to lose."

"Ah, I'm getting to that. One day, Chloe tells me she wants me to be the father of her child."

"Fuck, that's bad," said David.

"She said I was such a good father to her, she wanted her child to have the same thing. Her mind was made up, and she had been trying to get pregnant ever since we started fucking." Sam shrugged. "Part of me wanted to go through with it. I loved Chloe so much, and knew I'd be the best father for both her and her child. I had always fantasised about a mother-daughter combo. But how could I keep such a huge thing secret from the rest of the world? I said no. Chloe was not happy, nor was she used to men saying no to her. She told me she never wanted to look at me again, and then she told Kim everything – me fucking her every night for the past several months, the lust we had for each other, her plans to carry my child... I lost everything. I lost my wife, my house, my kids...

"You must think I'm a monster," said Sam. "I should have been more careful. Chloe was young, and didn't know any better. It was up to me to be the voice of reason."

David shook his head. "I don't think that at all, Sam. Come here." He enveloped Sam in his big arms, and was surprised to feel moisture on his chest. 

"I've never told anyone this," said Sam thickly with a small sniff. "And I thought I never would."

"Shh, it's okay," David soothed the man. "I still love you."

Sam made a wet, choking sound, or perhaps a laugh. "I love you too, David," he said, and he let out a shuddering sigh. "I can't believe how perfect you are to me. I love you."

"We're just a couple of dirty, old men, aren't we?" David chuckled, rocking back and forth slightly with his boyfriend in his arms. He kissed the top of Sam's head, where his auburn hair thinned. 

*

David drove Sam to work. He couldn't stop himself from glancing over at his boyfriend. Sam knowing his deepest, darkest secret and being okay with it meant the world to David. It was the purest form of validation. He allowed himself to be vulnerable for the first time since Duncan, and Sam had done nothing but support and love him in return. 

He could see that Sam was glowing from the same feeling; being intimate with his step-daughter had nearly ruined his life, but he was no longer alone. They had each other. Luck was smiling down on the two of them when David left his phone in Sam's shop. 

Adam was to be thanked as well. If he hadn't made a mess of things with Adam that night, he never would have chased Sam with any intention of a serious relationship.

When they pulled up outside Sam and Kim's, they saw Adam chatting to customers through the window. They sat and watched him silently for a while. Adam was many things to them. He was a son and an employee, a lover, a soul-mate and a teacher. 

Sam found David's hand and held it, interlocking their fingers over the hand-brake. "What happens now?" Sam asked softly, tilting his head towards Adam. "What are you going to do?"

"I don't know," said David honestly. "I love you both. I know this is going to make me sound like a greedy fucker, but I don't want to have to pick one."

"Then don't," said Sam. 

David tore his gaze away from Adam to give his boyfriend a wary look. "You mean just keep going on like this? Sleeping around, you one day and then my son the next, spreading my time and affection between the two of you? That's no way to live. I want to give you so much more than that."

"That's not what I mean. Remember what you taught me on our first date? 'Fuck what the others think.' Do what you want, David, and be happy. If you want to have a happy, healthy relationship, stop defining it by other people's standards. What would make you happy?"

"Well, I want you both," said David, throwing his hands up in frustration.

"Then let's be in a threesome with your son. I've always dreamed of scoring a mother-daughter pair, but I think a father-son thing might just be even hotter."

David shook his head. How would that solve anything? "Having a threesome isn't going to magically fix everything, Sam."

"I mean, a threesome relationship," Sam corrected himself. "Crap, what are they called..."

"A triad," said David slowly, his jaw growing slack at the sudden suffusion of hope. He had never actually considered it, but now that he did, he could see a whole world of possibilities opening up in front of him. 

Sam was shaking his head, his face an expression of distaste. "A 'triad'? Are you sure? That sounds like a gang name to me."

"That's what they're called, Sam. A polyamorous relationship.... Are you being serious? Do you really want to be with me and Adam, knowing that he's my son?"

"Yes, David, I do. As long as Adam's on board."

They went back to watching Adam through the shop window. 

David sighed, shaking his head. "Adam's been on board this entire time, Sam. We've only just realised it."

Epilogue – One Month Later

Adam sat at the kitchen counter in his boxer-briefs, sipping a strong cup of black coffee as he went through his usual morning ritual of Facebook and Twitter on his tablet. Golden sunlight was steadily filling up the kitchen and taking the chill out of the air. He heard footsteps as someone came down the stairs, and looked up to see Sam wearing only his tight, white briefs. 

"There's our super-star bottom!" Adam jeered. "How are you feeling?"

"So sore," Sam replied, patting his rear with an exaggerated wince as he walked over. "I don't know where you two hide all that stamina."

Adam chortled. "Like father, like son, Sam." He pulled Sam in and gave him a deep kiss. Sam's bushy beard tickled his nose, but Adam's smile had nothing to do with that. "There's fresh coffee in the pot, just the way you like it."

"Thanks," said Sam blearily, stifling a yawn. He lumbered over to the machine and poured himself a mug, and then sat down next to Adam and watched Adam check his Twitter feed. 

"So I've been thinking," said Adam. "Are you technically my dad now?"

"Oh!" Sam looked taken aback. He carefully put the mug he was about to take a sip from back down. "I, er – I don't know. I don't think it works like that..."

"I've always wondered what it'd be like to have two dads and then have sex with them both," continued Adam without mercy. "Should I call you dad as well, or papa?"

Sam spluttered helplessly.

"He's just messing with you, babe," David called as he galloped down the stairs and joined them in his kitchen. "Good morning, boys. Adam, stop being mean to papa."

"Not you too," groaned Sam, sinking his head into his hands. 

"Papa bear!" Adam exclaimed in mock concern, throwing an arm around Sam's shoulders. 

Laughing, David swooped over and hugged his two favourite men, kissing Sam's shoulder and then Adam on the cheek. He gave a happy sigh of content. Life really fell into place once Sam and Adam moved in. 

It had only been a month, but he already found himself trying to remember what it was like to ever feel alone.