"24 Hours"
"I don't deserve you," Nate murmured after another stretch where time seemed suspended entirely between them.
"You're right. You don't," Caleb answered without hesitation but also without malice or cruelty in how plainly honest those two words came out.
"Then why are you still here?" Nate asked, his voice low but weighted, a question that refused to be ignored. His arms were crossed tightly over his chest as though bracing himself for whatever answer might come, his jaw rigid, and his eyes fixed on Caleb with an intensity that bordered on pleading.
A sharp gust of air broke from Caleb's nose, not quite a laugh but something close. He shook his head, running a hand through his hair in a gesture that seemed more habit than necessity. "Who the fuck knows," he muttered, his voice carrying a raw edge that suggested he'd asked himself the same question more times than he could count. Then, after a beat, he added with a sardonic chuckle. "But I'm done trying to figure it out."
Something about how he said it, a finality, a resignation, suddenly decompressed Nate's chest.
And then, Caleb's hand slipped down his stomach, gripping the towel's fabric and tugging it off. It fell to the floor with a soft thud before he moved to the bed, powdering the towel beneath his feet. He slid his smooth body onto the mattress, luring Nate's gaze towards him. The hunk swiveled in his chair, rotating to face his son and finally rising from the seat.
Caleb watched, his heart pounding in his chest, as Nate walked to the door, closing it slowly with the gentlest click. Seconds later, the sound of the lock turning echoed through the entire cabin.
Nate spun around, his gaze instantly captured by Caleb's exposed body sprawled across the bed. With deliberate steps, he approached, the floorboards groaning under his substantial frame. Caleb rose to meet him, kneeling at the edge of the mattress until their faces were a mere breath apart. Their eyes locked, a familiar connection reigniting with an unprecedented intensity.
Nate's hands traced up Caleb's arms. As his fingers cupped Caleb's chin.
"You're trembling, too..." Caleb whispered, causing Nate to chuckle nervously.
And that's when Caleb realized.
He was the reason.
Inside Nate's eyes stirred the deepest, most profound adoration. Caleb wasn't just a body fueling his father's lust and desire. He was Nate's temple, something to be worshiped, loved, cared for, protected, and preserved. A divine shrine from which the brightest light shined, the only thing strong enough to punch through Nate's darkness, forcing it to recoil and retreat.
"I love you, Dad," Caleb breathed, his emerald eyes shimmering with raw emotion. "I love you so much it hurts..." he confessed, yearning to ease the anguish etched in Nate's expression.
"How...? How can you still love me after..." Nate's voice wavered, threatening to shatter.
Caleb leaned in, resting his forehead against Nate's, his breath ghosting over his father's lips. "What you did?" the boy said, his intoxicating breath filling the space between them. "The way you held back all those years...thinking you were protecting me...?" he continued. "That twisted, fucked up, cruel, pathetic, crazy, wrong in all the right ways love you feel for me...?" he conveyed before the purest smile took hold of his lips. "That's what I want," he breathed into Nate's mouth.
"I..." Nate faltered, desperate to give Caleb the reassurance he sought, but the words eluded him.
Yet the reach of Caleb's compassion was endless. His unconditional love had rendered Nate defenseless. And at that moment, Nate knew that there was no corner of his soul his son's light hadn't already touched.
"You don't have to say it," Caleb whispered, his voice a soothing balm.
"Caleb..." Nate's voice cracked, a hairline fracture in his armor, exposing the vulnerability beneath.
"Just make me feel it," Caleb pleaded, his words a fervent prayer.
And with that, the last of Nate's reservations crumbled.
Surging forward, he captured Caleb's mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep, consumed by a primal need to savor every essence of his son he had deprived himself of. His arms encircled Caleb, cradling him with a reverence devoid of the roughness he had displayed before. Each caress and touch was imbued with a tenderness that spoke volumes of the love he had long suppressed.
Caleb moaned as he felt his body melt into his father's. That gentle yet hard touch only Nate could provide. Nate's mouth engulfed Caleb's lips, his beard sanding against the boy's smooth skin, a trail of redness escorting his every movement. Caleb's hands came up, brushing Nate's muscular back, gliding along every muscle he had now committed to memory. But this time, it wasn't his eyes walking the path, but himself. Finally, he acknowledged his need to touch, to feel his father's body as part of his own.
"Dad..." Caleb moaned, his voice the softest it had ever been.
Nate's lips pulled away slowly. So slowly, Caleb felt compelled to follow, instinctively struggling to let go of his father's mouth. Nate's hand landed on Caleb's chest, gently pushing him back until the boy's back fell on the mattress. Then, he pulled back slightly, pushing the waistband of his jeans down and freeing himself from their constraint. He grabbed them with his right hand and brushed them to the side. Caleb couldn't help but look down, aware of Nate's 9-inch massive cock already waiting, hard and leaking precum. But as he looked up at his father again, Caleb soon realized Nate was rushing. He was taking his time.
A sudden jerk yanked Caleb's body along the sheets. Nate had hooked his hands into the boy's waist and pulled him to the edge of the bed. He came up and dove his lips inside Caleb's neck. A rush of adrenaline immediately shot through the boy's body. It felt familiar, like one of many panic attacks Caleb had endured in his youth. But this one, oh man, this one was different. There should be a name for such a feeling, Caleb thought. A "love rush".
His entire body squirmed before relaxing. Nate hovered over him, his body keeping an inch distance from the boy, except for his lips. Purposefully forcing the boy to focus only on his lips. And Caleb did. He could feel every nibble, every soft bite, every small trail of his father's tongue along his skin as he slowly worked his way down. Caleb's eyes closed, relishing the pleasure. He could hear Nate's breathing, rough yet controlled as if he was carefully keeping something feral at bay. Yet there was trust, for Caleb was witnessing a side of Nate's sexuality he hadn't before.
Nate's lips found Caleb's nipples, tongue swirling around them, pulling back slightly to tease the prickled surface. Every time he did, Caleb's body shivered, an unbridled chuckle escaping his lips. He would stretch over the sheets, his body being slowly woken to new and exciting feelings. Nate proceeded down, a low guttural grunt pushing from his throat, likely the reluctance to leave Caleb's tasty nips. He kept going, trailing his tongue along the soft fuzz of hair that descended into his son's crotch, where his stiff cock waited. It twitched, playfully nudging Nate's chin as it passed through. This caused Nate to pause, grinning before he took his mouth and swallowed the tip, licking the considerable amount of glistening sheer liquid that oozed from Caleb's tip.
"Oh..." Caleb gasped. Seconds later, Nate pulled back, sliding his mouth down Caleb's shaft and diving inside the boy's inner thighs.
Nate wasn't playing around. Every inch of Caleb's body was being teased into awareness. But there was restraint in the act, too. A wisdom that allowed the teasing to stand on the verge of a cliff without ever falling over.
Caleb's legs spread slightly, feeling Nate's scruff shafe against his skin. He could also sense Nate's mouth becoming more eager, the stretch of his kisses expanding, turning sloppier, more hungry. His fingers dug deeper into Caleb's skin, an urgency creeping into his demeanor.
And that's when Nate's voice, which had been silent until now, broke from under him. "Fuckin' hell," he groaned.
"Dad...?" Caleb stuttered, half mortified and half unsure. But his doubts were short-lived.
"Shhh...let me enjoy this," Nate murmured before his tongue dove inside Caleb's hole.
The shift was immediate. Everything about Caleb's body morphed as he felt his father's tongue lather his sphincter with its spit. There was no crescendo. In seconds, Nate was chin deep into Caleb's crack, munching on the boy's entrance as if he had been denied this majestic meal for years. And Caleb quickly became pleasurably aware of his mistake, letting his fear command his reason. He should have never denied himself such pleasure.
"Oh, fuck...Dad," Caleb moaned, his legs spreading wider, welcoming Nate's tongue inside him without reservations.
Nate pulled back almost instinctively. "That's it, boy...let go. Let me take care of you," Nate teased, his raspy voice lowering into a growl. "Let me make you feel good," he added before lunging back in, his massive hands pushing Caleb's legs further out.
The boy's pink, untouched hole was now fully exposed, a soft fuzz circling his sphincter, so thin the tiny hairs were barely noticeable. Nate dove deep, his tongue poking the entrance, his movements testing Caleb's resolve. But he didn't need to. At this point, the boy was fully engaged. His arms came down, fingers grasping Nate's thick hair. Nate, whose tongue darted inside his son's hole, smiled as he felt Caleb's hands pull him gently deeper inside. Nate's fingers clutched Caleb's inner thighs like fabric, forcing the soft skin to roll inside his fingers.
Caleb moaned, feeling his father's tongue slide deeper into him. He took the back of his left hand to his mouth, biting on it gently. Sensing this, Nate pulled back and spit into Caleb's entrance. The boy's body jolted in surprise, his hole puckering.
"Fuck, yes..." Nate groaned, his eyes glistening with amusement, watching his son's hole react to his ministrations. He pulled back slightly, and while kneeling on the floor, he rolled the boy over. The movement was so swift and effortless that Caleb gasped, his stomach now facing down. Nate slid his hands under Caleb's legs and pulled him back into him. "Moan for me," Nate ordered, slapping Caleb's ass with gusto.
And without a pause, a grin spread across his lips, he dove back in.
Caleb's neck snapped back, his curls bouncing with it, jaw gaping in pleasure. "Oh...my...God," Caleb exclaimed, his ass instinctively lifting, his whole body drawn to Nate's mouth.
The loudest, most sensual, and sexual moans began to erupt from the boy's mouth, accompanied by the slurping sounds of Nate's mouth feasting on his ass. Try as he might, Caleb couldn't stop but obey his father's command. He moaned and wailed, and for over ten minutes, he did nothing but allow himself to enjoy what could only be described as the most glorious rim job ever performed.
Not that Caleb would know.
But Nate did. And he put everything he had into it. Not just because he knew what good tongue work could do to a man's hole but because he knew how important it was for what was coming next.
Caleb's head was buried inside the sheets by the time Nate's face finally popped out of the boy's crack.
"Mother fucker! That's the tastiest piece of ass I've ever had. Fuck!" he hollered, eyes blood red and his beard soaked in spit and layered with the dampness of the boy's insides. He finally pulled up, his towering shadow immediately covering Caleb's figure. He lifted his arm and slapped his son's ass. In seconds, his hand was printed on the boy's skin.
Caleb was a tall guy, but lying there, still shivering from pleasure, he looked small. Helpless. And under the weight of Nate's hunger, he was.
Nate leaned down, pushing his hands against the mattress and kissing Caleb's lower back. He worked his way up slowly, one peck at a time, until he finally reached the boy's neck, where he lingered, taking a colossal sniff before exhaling. Just then, Caleb felt his father's massive weight descend over his body. Caleb motioned to speak, but Nate cut him off.
"You have no idea, do you?" Nate whispered into Caleb's ear, his massive cock sliding between the boy's cheeks. "The kind of power you have over me," he continued, honing his hips against Caleb's slit, lifting his ass ever so slightly as to allow the tip of his cock to nudge gently against his son's moist entrance. "I'd do anything for you if you asked me," Nate continued, his voice cracking slightly. "I'd fucking kill for you, Caleb," he uttered, grabbing Caleb's neck and bending it sideways before sliding his tongue inside his son's mouth. Their breaths mingled into a fervent, desperate kiss before Nate pulled away again.
"Dad..." Caleb stammered, his emerald eyes shimmering submissively as his gaze locked with Nate's.
"Just say it, Caleb..." Nate pleaded.
And so, Caleb finally did.
"Fuck me. Please?" the boy begged.
What happened next would become the most significant moment in their lives. With a breath in between Caleb's request, he felt his hole stretch, a sharp pain ushering his father's cock as it entered him for the first time.
Nate was cunningly surgical, his body hovering over the boy. So close, each time he breathed, Caleb would feel his father's skin brush his back. And slowly, inch by inch, Nate drilled into Caleb, his massive girth finally breaking through Caleb's virginity.
"Oh my god. Oh god..." Caleb whimpered, his words still caged by some decorum, even though, in truth, he wanted to kick Nate away from him and rush out of the room.
But as these thoughts swirled around in his mind, Nate's voice landed again, his weight pressing down on Caleb like a blanket. "Breathe. Just breathe," he directed.
It was remarkable how Nate shifted between gentleness and roughness, an exquisite dance Caleb was beginning to understand and accept. Yet, this gentleness seemed exclusive to him, as if Nate knew, deep down, that Caleb wasn't like anyone else. Not to him.
"Dad...it hurts..." Caleb whimpered, his neck bent back, head sinking into Nate's neck crevice. He closed his eyes, trying to focus on his father's voice and not on the excruciating pain he felt as his hole was being stretched open.
But Nate was right there with him. As he had always been. "I know it does, Caleb," he acknowledged, taking a deep breath so profound Caleb felt compelled to mimic his action. Caleb's hole dilated as they exhaled together, and another inch went in. "But you see," Nate continued, trying to steady his voice. "The pain you're feeling...you need to embrace," he stammered, feeling his cock sliding deeper into the warm entrance. It was like coming home. "Once you do, it'll...change. Become part of you."
Nate could feel Caleb's walls clench around his cock, his every word piercing the boy's spirit.
"Daddy..." Caleb moaned, his mouth searching his father's.
"No matter what happens, Caleb," Nate murmured, his voice breaking slightly. "We'll always have this moment..." he whispered, his tongue circling Caleb's smooth lips as the boy's mouth opened. "I'll always be inside you," Nate promised before he let his body fall entirely, drilling the last inch of his throbbing cock into his son.
A shriek burst from Caleb's lips, but by then, Nate's mouth was closing on the boy's, stifling its intensity. They kissed passionately, and all the while, Caleb moaned into Nate's mouth, reacting to the feel of his father's cock hitting his prostate.
"Jesus Christ, that's tight," Nate uttered as he pulled his greedy tongue out of Caleb's mouth. He followed with a chuckle as he let his forehead fall down on his son's back. Sweat drizzled into the boy's skin, its heat causing small puddles to release the tiniest wave of condensed smoke before dissipating into the air.
Nate was proud of his stamina, and his endurance in bed was the subject of conversation among all his partners. But Caleb, in all his inexperience, was about to challenge his father's record.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Nate suddenly questioned, feeling Caleb's muscles pressing around his dick like a snake. "Caleb, don't...squeeze like that," he requested, his eyes closing in concentration. He lifted his ass slightly, muscles clenching with effort as he felt the first wave hit his groin. "Caleb...wait," Nate begged.
But it was too late.
Without him even realizing it, Caleb had since crossed the threshold of his own pain and was now slowly grinding Nate's cock. Clenching his hole around his father's girth and nudging his ass into it when Nate tried to pull away. Soon, Nate stopped and looked down in awe as Caleb bounced his hips up and down, fucking Nate's cum out of him.
"Mother fucker," Nate exclaimed before his eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he felt the first string of juice explode inside his son's crevice. Each slap of Caleb's cheeks against Nate's hips caused a new rope of thick juice to burst from his cock, and Nate, bewildered and bewitched by his son's unexpected gesture, could only groan in compliance. He roared over and over again until Caleb's ass began to slow down, finally pulling away.
The boy collapsed forward, his face smacking the sheets before he rolled over. Nate watched in awe as Caleb's fingers danced over his stomach, picking up his own load that had just exploded from his own cock.
"Damn...you little shit," Nate breathed between heavy pants, "that was fast," he said. There wasn't disappointment in his voice, far from it. It reeked of pride.
"I didn't mean to," Caleb muttered, his emerald eyes gazing up at Nate's, slightly embarrassed.
"It's okay," Nate replied, his hands skimming gently in circles over his chest. "Just give me a minute," he said before exhaling. "We'll go again," he playfully teased.
Caleb chuckled nervously, eventually pulling back and facing his father's eyes with this very particular look.
Nate smiled back.
After all, he knew that look.
He knew it well.
It was the "I can't wait for you to fuck me again" look.
And how could Nate deny Caleb, the source of everything he held dear, his wish.
*
"Fuuuuuuck!" Caleb's voice roared. "Oh my God..." he whined almost instinctively as he felt Nate's prick hitting his sweet spot yet again.
Long gone were Caleb's understated and coy vocal expressions. His voice now roared across the room, enabled and proud. They had moved to the large armchair tucked in the corner near the window. His feet dangled mid-air, his legs spread open as Nate's massive form hovered over him, pummeling his cock into his hole.
Only two hours had gone by since Nate had locked the door.
And it was their fifth time fucking.
Nate's hips lunged, slamming his 9-inch monster inside his son's gap, the slapping sound of their colliding wet bodies reverberating through the room. He kept staring at Caleb, whose eyes endeavored to stay open. His mouth gaped as he finally experienced his father's true sexual nature in all its glory.
"Fuck..." The boy uttered, still perplexed. Then, suddenly, his hole started queefing, unleashing sharp gusts of air as Nate's shaft slid in and out of it with reckless abandonment. Caleb's legs trembled as they struggled to stay flexed around Nate's bouncing ass. "Dad...fuck..." He hollered, his hands unleashing his father's neck and dropping down to his back, his nails grating the stud's skin, leaving a trail of red marks in their wake.
Nate's head snapped back, his cock still pounding Caleb's hole mercilessly. It only seemed to fuel his lust further as his thrusts deepened in strength and speed. His son's body was now sinking into the armchair with unbridled, uncaged eros.
"Shit...I can't...oh fuck..." Caleb wailed before Nate felt his son shoot his load, blasting between their stomachs.
Nate howled into the air, his orgasm furiously exploding inside his son's hole. His ass halted, their hips glued, and his cock buried deep inside as he seeded Caleb's crevice. Nate's ass muscles twitched as he fired load after load, escorted by his low guttural groans. His eyes still plunged inside his son's. He could still feel his bloated staff pulsing inside as he finally pulled out.
"What the fuck, man..." Caleb mumbled, seemingly zoned out and disoriented.
Nate pulled back, grabbed Caleb's legs, and turned him over, forcing the boy's knees on the chair.
"Let me see," he requested as the Caleb's hole queefed loudly. "Push it out," he ordered. Caleb's hands grabbed his cheeks and spread them. He started puckering his hole, pushing Nate's seed out. A few seconds later, the thickest, juiciest batter started spewing from inside his loose hole, sliding down his thighs.
"I don't..." Caleb exclaimed, his legs quivering as he took his hand to his hole, his eyes glowing, perplexed at how gaped it was, his muscles endeavoring to close again.
"Atta' boy!" Nate teased, raising his arm and slapping Caleb's bubble cheeks playfully. "C'mon, let's jump in the shower," Nate instructed, jumping off the bed, his muscular body soaking wet as he rushed for the bathroom.
Caleb turned his head in time to catch his father walking away, utterly transfixed on Nate's form and stamina. His hole felt sore, his legs still shivering, and his head clouded.
And yet, all he could think about was Ryan.
"When he fucks you... it's like... he's fucking a part of you didn't even know was there. And when he comes in you...you feel yourself disappear. You cease to exist...and there's nothing inside you but his cock. Pulsing."
Caleb, for once, agreed.
A grin began to form, stretching his lips into a thin layer. He rolled and slouched on the chair, his emerald eyes locked on the bathroom, heart pounding in his throat as he impatiently waited for Nate to come back and fuck his throbbing, loose hole again.
*
The light slanted through the window, spilling over Caleb's skin in golden threads. He sat with one leg drawn up, a book resting on his knee, fingers absently tracing the spine. The soft rustle of pages turning was the only sound in the room.
From the bed, Nate watched him. He had just woken up from a power nap, his naked body slowly propping up on one elbow, head resting on his hand. A lazy, tender smile played on his lips.
"What the fuck are you doing over there?" Nate finally asked, his voice still thick with lust. "Come here," he muttered, beckoning Caleb to join him in bed.
Caleb didn't look up immediately. "I'm reading."
Nate huffed a quiet chuckle. "I can think of better things to do than reading right now," Nate teased. Caleb smirked but didn't answer right away. He marked his place with his finger and turned, his face partially lit. Nate rolled onto his back, stretching, before glancing at him again. "What's it about?"
Caleb hesitated as if weighing his words. "It's called A Boy's Own Story. It's about...a lot of things," he muttered, a knowing smirk creeping into his lips. One that said it was clear he knew something his father didn't.
Nate frowned slightly but nodded. "Fine, smart ass. Read me the last line you just read."
Caleb exhaled softly, shifting in his seat before he opened the book again. He smoothed the page under his palm, found his place, and let his voice fill the quiet.
Nate listened.
"I..." Caleb stumbled, taking a deep breath before he finally resumed. "I feel sorry for a man who never wanted to go to bed with his father. When the father dies, how can his ghost get warm except in a posthumous embrace? For that matter, how does the surviving son ever get warm again?"
Something in Caleb's soft, almost reverent tone tightened Nate's throat. He swallowed hard, but his eyes still glistened, the words sinking into him in a way he didn't expect. He blinked quickly, looking away, rubbing a hand over his face.
Caleb glanced up, noticing. "What?"
Nate scoffed, brushing his emotions aside with a teasing grin. "Nothing."
Caleb smirked but didn't press. He traced the book's edge with his thumb.
"You really...love those books, huh?" Nate asked after a beat.
Caleb's expression softened, his eyes flickering with something thoughtful, something deep. He looked at the book in his hands as if it held every secret he'd ever needed to know.
"Books...help people understand other people," he said quietly. "They take you inside someone else, let you see how they think, what they feel, why they do what they do. And...I don't know...for a little while, you get to live their life instead of yours. You get to be someone else, somewhere else. And when you come back to yourself, maybe you understand the world a little better," Caleb stated. "Maybe you even understand yourself a little better, too."
His voice was steady but wistful as if he were speaking not just about stories but about something much bigger. A truth that lingered on the surface, present yet still hidden.
Nate watched him, really watched him, as if seeing his son for the first time. Yet, his heart ached.
"That's...beautiful," Nate murmured.
Caleb gave a small shrug, embarrassed by the weight of his own words, and looked back down at his book. He ran his fingers over the pages as if grounding himself in the paper and ink.
Nate sat up and reached for him, his hand finding the curve of Caleb's ankle and squeezing gently. "You're such a beautiful person, Caleb," he stammered.
Caleb didn't look up, but his lips twitched a small, secret smile.
His book tumbled from his grasp as he slid off the window's edge and onto the bed, crawling into his father's waiting arms like a moth drawn to a flame. The moment their bodies touched, Nate's hands shot up, gripping Caleb's head with a vice-like intensity. Their lips crashed together in a desperate, hungry kiss, tongues tangling in a messy, wet duel. But just as quickly, Nate pulled away, his breath ragged, his chest heaving like a man possessed. He stood over the bed, his eyes raking over Caleb's naked form, the boy's lean muscles taut under Nate's gaze.
Caleb lay there, completely exposed, his body spread out like a feast waiting to be devoured. His cock was already half-hard, twitching against his thigh as he looked up at Nate with those pleading eyes, already begging for more. Nate's hand moved slowly to his own dick, stiff and throbbing, the foreskin pulled back to reveal the swollen, glistening head. Precum beaded at the tip, and Nate smeared it with his thumb, letting out a low groan.
Without a word, Caleb shifted his body, his ass rising as he aligned himself with his father's midsection. Nate stepped closer, his cock slapping against Caleb's face in a rhythmic, teasing pattern. Caleb's lips parted, his tongue darting out to taste the salty precum, his breath hitching as he moaned softly, begging for more. "Put it in my mouth," he whispered, his voice trembling slightly. "I wanna taste it."
Nate smirked, his hand tangling in Caleb's curls as he finally gave in, guiding his cock into that warm, waiting mouth. Caleb's lips stretched around the thick shaft, his tongue swirling around the head. Nate let out a guttural moan, his hips bucking as he felt Caleb's throat constrict around him. He pulled back slowly, the slick sound of Caleb's mouth on his cock echoing in the room, before thrusting forward again, deeper this time.
Caleb's hands gripped his father's muscular thighs, his nails digging into the flesh as he took another inch of Nate's cock down his throat. His gag reflex flared momentarily, but he pushed past it, his eyes watering as he focused on the taste, the heat, the sheer pleasure of being used like this. Nate's hand tightened in his hair, pulling him closer and forcing him to take even more. "That's it," Nate growled, his voice rough with lust.
Caleb moaned around Nate's cock, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through Nate's body. He could feel Caleb's throat working around him, swallowing him down like he was hungering for it. Nate's other hand moved to Caleb's hard cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts, his fingers slick with precum and spit. "I wish you could see yourself right now," Nate taunted, his hips moving faster now, fucking Caleb's face with increasing abandon.
Caleb's response was a muffled whimper, his body squirming in surrender.
Caleb's throat convulsed around Nate's monstrous, pulsating cock, his lips stretched obscenely wide as drool, and precum slicked his chin. Nate's hands were rough, gripping Caleb's jaw like a vice, tilting his head at an angle that forced his cock deeper, his thick veins throbbing against Caleb's tongue. The pace was relentless, Nate's hips pistoning forward, driving his cock to the back of Caleb's throat, making him choke and splutter around the intrusion. Tears streaked Caleb's face, his eyes fluttering shut as his hands clawed at the sheets, knuckles white from the strain. Nate's growls were guttural, primal at this point, a man lost in the pure, raw pleasure of owning his son's mouth.
"Fuck, Caleb...you're a natural," Nate snarled, his voice low and ragged, hips snapping harder, faster. Caleb's gagging cries were muffled, a desperate combination of pain and submission as Nate's cock battered his throat. Nate's balls slapped against Caleb's chin, hot and swollen, the promise of release building with every brutal thrust. For a moment, Caleb's whimpers turned into high-pitched mewls, his body trembling as he surrendered completely to the onslaught that stretched for several minutes.
Nate pulled out suddenly, his cock slick and glistening, leaving Caleb gasping for air, his chest heaving. "Fuck, I almost came there," Nate rasped, his hand gripping Caleb's hair and yanking his head back. Caleb's lips were swollen, red, and shiny with spit, his face a mess of tears and distress. Nate leaned down, spitting into Caleb's mouth before slamming their lips together in a filthy, claiming kiss. His tongue plundered Caleb's mouth, tasting himself mixed with the sweetness of Caleb's submission. When he finally broke the kiss, Caleb was grinning like a fool, his eyes glassy with ecstasy.
"Turn around," Nate ordered, his voice dark and commanding. He quickly grabbed Caleb by the hips, flipping him onto his stomach. Caleb's ass was on full display, round and perfect, his hole glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. Nate groaned at the sight, his cock twitching. "You have no idea how many times I've dreamed about this fucking hole," Nate muttered, spreading Caleb's cheeks with his hands and leaning in to devour him. His tongue was thick and wet, lapping at Caleb's tight rim with fervor, swirling around the puckered entrance before plunging inside. Caleb's moans were loud and unrestrained now, his back arching as Nate ate him out like a man possessed.
"You taste so good. Fuck!" Nate growled between licks, his beard scratching against Caleb's sensitive skin. He alternated between deep, probing thrusts of his tongue and teasing flicks that made his son writhe beneath him. Nate's hands moved to Caleb's thighs, spreading him wider, exposing him completely as he buried his face deeper, his tongue working Caleb's hole with a relentless rhythm. Caleb's fingers twisted in the sheets, his hips rocking back to meet Nate's tongue, desperate for more.
Caleb's body was trembling, quivering, beneath Nate's dominating grip. Every inch of his skin was alight with the electric touch of his father, the man who had finally claimed him so utterly that words were nothing but useless noise in the face of such raw, unadulterated pleasure. Nate's mouth was a hot brand, leaving a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses from Caleb's fluttering asshole, up the curve of his spine, over the trembling muscles of his back, and finally to the sensitive shell of his ear. The sensation made Caleb's cock throb, leaking precum onto the sheets beneath him, his hole clenching around nothing but the ghost of his father's tongue.
Nate's thick, throbbing cock pressed insistently between Caleb's ass cheeks, the swollen head smearing sticky trails of precum down the cleft of his ass. The heat was almost unbearable, and the anticipation of being filled drove Caleb wild. "Dad...I don't think I can..." he whimpered desperately, a broken sound that only spurred Nate on.
"Don't you even dare tap out, you little shit," Nate growled. "Time to man up." With a sharp, controlled thrust, Nate buried every inch of his massive cock into Caleb's tight, willing hole, the stretch so intense it bordered on pain before melting into pure, mind-numbing pleasure.
Caleb arched his back, his mouth falling open in a silent scream as his father's cock pressed against that perfect spot, igniting fireworks behind his eyelids. Nate didn't hold back, his hips pistoning with a brutal rhythm that had Caleb's body shaking, his ass clenching around the thick shaft fucking him so deep it felt like Nate was rearranging his insides. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixed with Caleb's ragged wails and Nate's low, guttural growls.
Nate's hands gripped Caleb's hips hard enough to leave bruises, yanking him back onto his cock with every thrust. The pace was relentless, Nate's balls slapping against Caleb's ass as he drove in deeper and deeper, his cock drilling into him like a machine, hitting his son's prostate with unerring precision. Caleb's cock bounced with each thrust, untouched but leaking uncontrollably, his orgasm building with every brutal slam of Nate's hips.
"Fuck, Caleb," Nate roared, his voice rough with lust. "Your ass was made for this. Made for me."
Caleb could only moan, his body too overwhelmed to form words. Nate leaned over him, chest pressing against Caleb's back, the sweat-slick skin of their bodies sliding together as he fucked him even harder. Nate's breath was hot against Caleb's ear, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin of his neck as he whispered filthy praises that made Caleb's cheeks burn and his cock throb.
"You're still so fucking tight," Nate hissed, his hand sliding down to grip Caleb's cock, pumping it in time with his thrusts. "I can feel your ass clenching. Fuck, I'm gonna fill you up so deep this time. You want that? Do you?" he continued, his words cut by his sturdy breaths.
Caleb nodded frantically, his hole clenching even tighter around Nate's cock as if to beg for it. The pressure inside him was building to an unbearable peak, every nerve in his body alight with pleasure.
Suddenly, Nate stopped. He was panting and sweating, his broad chest pumping air, his musk scent enveloping the room. Nate reached for Caleb's legs and rolled him over in one swift move. Caleb looked at Nate, stunned.
"I wanna look at you," Nate groaned, his voice low and rough, as gravel dragged over hot pavement. He didn't wait for Caleb to respond. He just slammed into him, burying his cock to the hilt in one brutal thrust. Caleb's mouth fell open in a silent scream, his hands scrabbling at Nate's hips, trying to push away, his nails digging into Nate's flesh as he began to pound into him ferociously.
The slapping sound resumed, filling the room, wet and obscene, each thrust making Caleb's body jolt with the force of it. Nate's hips pistoned in and out of him, his cock dragging against Caleb's tight walls, stretching him open, filling him up until Caleb thought he might split apart. Yet, his hands moved down to grab Nate's ass, pulling him deeper with every thrust, his fingers sinking into the muscle as he urged his father on.
"Fuck...Daddy..." Caleb's throat managed to get out.
Nate's face was a mask of pure lust and pride, his jaw clenched, eyes dark and hungry as he watched Caleb's shell finally break apart beneath him. He slowed his pace for just a moment, leaning down to capture Caleb's lips in a searing kiss, their tongues tangling together as he pushed deeper inside, grinding his hips against Caleb's ass.
And then it changed.
The roughness melted away, replaced by something softer, something intimate. Nate's thrusts became slower and deeper, each one a deliberate stroke that made Caleb whimper and cling to him. Their bodies pressed together, sweat-slick and trembling, Nate's chest against Caleb's, their hearts beating in time.
"Come in my ass. Please," Caleb begged, his voice cracking, his eyes locked on Nate's as he tilted his hips up to take him deeper. Nate groaned, his cock twitching inside Caleb as he buried himself into the boy, his balls slapping against Caleb's ass as he began to cum. Thick ropes of hot jizz filled Caleb up, spilling out from the loose hole around Nate's cock, and dripping down his thighs as Nate continued to thrust, milking himself dry inside his son's tight hole.
Caleb followed suit and came without even touching himself, his cock spurting between their bodies, his cum painting both of them as he writhed beneath his father, his ass clenching around Nate's cock as he rode out the waves of pleasure right down to the shore.
They stayed like that for what felt like forever, Nate's cock buried deep, their bodies intertwined as they caught their breath.
"Don't pull out," Caleb whispered, his voice shaky as he reached up to cup Nate's face. "Stay in me."
"Okay," Nate vowed, his voice soft and tender as he leaned down to kiss the tears flowing from Caleb's cheeks.
And they stayed like that, wrapped up in each other, their breathing slow and steady, their hearts finally beating as one.
*
"You know he loves you, right?" Caleb said as he lay over Nate's body, one leg draped over his father's massive thighs.
Nate's arms held Caleb, the boy's body wrapped inside his cocoon of muscle. His fingers dove inside his son's curls, his expression pure elation. "He doesn't love me, Caleb. He loves what I mean to him," Nate whispered. His voice was soothing and relaxed, as if what had just happened had stripped away his walls.
"And what's that?" Caleb asked, lifting his head to look at his father's eyes.
"Someone who doesn't leave," Nate murmured.
The words hung heavy, puncturing another layer of Caleb's perception. Caleb let his chin fall gently on Nate's chest, emerald eyes searching his father's gaze. Nate immediately looked down and smiled, exhaling deeply. As he did, a gush of breath spewed into Caleb's nostrils, and the boy's eyes closed. He leaned into it, his body crawling up like a snake until his mouth found its way into his father's. They locked, tongues passionately swirling together as the most luscious heavy breaths echoed inside the room. They pulled apart eventually, a string of spit holding them together.
"Do you...love him?" Caleb asked.
A deep breath grew inside Nate's chest, causing Caleb to levitate slightly. "That's a complicated question," Nate replied.
Caleb paused, slightly taken aback by his father's honesty. It had been ages since Nate hadn't tried to glance away, attempting to somehow evade Caleb's questioning.
"I'll wait," the boy pressed.
"I...understand him," Nate tried to explain.
"That's not..." Caleb interrupted, trying to cut in.
"That's love, Caleb," Nate uttered, causing the boy to pause. His chin fell again, landing on Nate's chest as his emerald gaze pierced his father.
"So you...love him more than..." Caleb drilled, his cunning pushing through. A part of him wanted to project his feelings onto his father's emotions and words and bend them to his will, as he had done unwillingly so many times before. But that game was over. The truth was that Caleb was struggling to accept what he already knew to be true.
"Not more, Caleb. It's just...a different kind," Nate replied, his words more faithful than ever.
There was a long pause.
"I don't hate him," Caleb confessed.
"You shouldn't," Nate replied.
"But I don't like him either," Caleb added, a certain fire cutting through his words. Nate chuckled, trying his best to stifle the sound. "What?" Caleb asked, his brows knitting together.
"Are you sure about that?" Nate teased. Caleb's head dunked, his nose diving inside his father's chest. Nate could feel his son's head nodding.
Just then, unbeknownst to Caleb's keen senses, Nate blinked, and the soft layer that had taken hold of his eyes since he had locked the bedroom door faltered. They slowly rose to the ceiling, contemplating something only he knew before Caleb's voice pulled his attention back.
"Let's not...talk about him," Caleb muttered, his voice muffled.
"You brought it up," Nate said, pausing to breathe. "Speaking of..." he continued, prompting Caleb's head to come back up. Nate winked, pointing his chin down at his cock, now rigid and throbbing.
"Fuck..." Caleb mumbled.
"You bet your ass," Nate uttered, rolling over and lying beside Caleb. "Ready for another go?" Nate whispered into Caleb's ear.
"Dad..." Caleb whispered back, his lips diving inside his father's neck crevice. As he did, he could feel Nate's cock twitching, nudging his leg.
"My sweet boy," Nate groaned. "My beautiful boy," he continued, his words changing, becoming charged with emotion. Caleb grinned, pulling himself up ever so slightly, his body sliding along the cum soaked sheets.
Caleb's face hovered inches above Nate's, their breaths mingling. Nate's hand, rough but tender, slid up to meet Caleb's, fingers interlacing like they were made for this very moment. Caleb's eyes, already beaming with desire, locked onto Nate's, and he melted into the touch, his lips parting slightly as a soft groan escaped him. Nate's hand didn't stop there. It traveled down Caleb's spine, tracing every curve, every dip until his fingertips brushed the sensitive skin just above Caleb's ass. The boy shivered, his back arching involuntarily.
Nate's hand lingered there for a moment, teasing, before sliding lower, cupping Caleb's perfect, round ass with a possessive grip. Caleb gasped, his hips jerking forward, grinding against Nate's thigh. He could feel his father's cock, thick and hard as steel, pressing against him, the heat of it radiating outwards. Nate's lips curled into a smirk as he leaned in, his heavy breath hot against Caleb's ear.
"You're so fucking sexy," Nate growled, his voice low and dripping with lust. His hand moved from Caleb's ass to his hip, gripping him tightly as he pulled the boy closer. Caleb moaned, his own hands roaming over Nate's muscular chest, his fingers digging into the firm flesh as he tried to anchor himself. With a swift move, Nate flipped Caleb around, pinning him against the bed with his back to Nate's chest. Caleb's ass was now pressed firmly against Nate's cock, the heat of it making him clench unconsciously.
Nate's hands were everywhere, gripping Caleb's hips, sliding up to squeeze his chest, and pinching his nipples until Caleb was writhing beneath him. One hand slid down to Caleb's cock, stroking it slowly, deliberately. Caleb's head fell back against his father's shoulder, his lips parted in silence as pleasure coursed through him.
But Nate wasn't done. His other hand moved lower, teasing Caleb's entrance with a single finger. Caleb tensed for a moment before relaxing, pushing back against the intrusion. Nate chuckled darkly, his breath hot against his son's neck as he worked his finger inside, stretching him open. Caleb moaned, his hips bucking as Nate added a second finger, scissoring him open.
"Still...so fucking tight," Nate groaned, his own cock twitching at the thought of being inside his son again. He removed his fingers only to replace them with the head of his cock, squeezing against Caleb's entrance with unrelenting pressure. Caleb gasped, his hands gripping the sheets as Nate pushed inside, inch by agonizing inch. Caleb moaned, his body trembling as Nate bottomed out, his hips flush against Caleb's ass. Nate paused for a moment, letting Caleb adjust before pulling out and thrusting back in with a groan. The sound that escaped Caleb's lips was primal.
"Dad..." Caleb sighed, taking his arm up and grabbing Nate by his hair.
"Caleb..." Nate growled, his voice low and gravelly, sending tremors through the boy's body. There was no warning, no sweet preamble, just the raw, unrelenting plunge of Nate's cock as it speared into Caleb's entrance. The boy's back arched off the bed, his throat letting loose a guttural moan that was half pain, half ecstasy. Nate's massive dick racked him open, inch by brutal inch until Caleb could feel every throbbing vein, every ridge, every inch of his father buried deep inside.
"Fuck!" Caleb gasped, his voice breaking as Nate pulled out almost all the way, only to slam back in with a force that made the bed frame creak in protest. Nate's hips pistoned like a jackhammer, each thrust driving his cock deeper, harder, faster. The wet, obscene slap of skin against skin filled the room, a symphony of raw lovemaking that had Caleb's head reeling. Nate's hands tightened on Caleb's hips, leaving grazes that would linger for days, a mark of ownership, of possession.
Caleb's hole was being stretched to its limit. Every thrust hit Caleb's prostate with pinpoint accuracy, sending jolts of electric pleasure through his body. His cock leaked precome in fat, trembling drops, pooling on his stomach as his thighs trembled uncontrollably.
"Daddy...fuck! I can't...I can't..." Caleb's words dissolved into broken sobs as Nate's pace intensified. The hunk's sweat-slicked body glistened, muscles rippling with every savage thrust. His grip shifted to Caleb's shoulder, pinning him down as he leaned over, his breath hot and ragged.
"That's it, Caleb," Nate snarled, his voice a low rumble. "Let go...let the fuck go!"
Caleb's moans turned to screams as Nate's cock pounded into him with unrelenting force. His vision blurred, his body trembling on the edge of an orgasm that felt like it might tear him apart. Nate's free hand slid down Caleb's chest, rough fingers pinching and twisting his nipples until the boy couldn't tell if he was screaming from delight or despair.
And then it happened, Nate's rhythm faltered, his hips stuttering as he buried himself to the hilt. Caleb felt it before it came: the first hot spurt of his father's seed erupting deep inside him. The sensation was overwhelming, a rush of liquid heat. Nate's cock pulsed again and again, pumping thick ropes of come into Caleb's quivering pucker.
"Oh fuck!" Caleb screamed, his body convulsing as his own orgasm hit him like a freight train. His cock jerked violently, spilling cum across his chest in messy spurts. Nate didn't stop, didn't slow down. He kept fucking him through it all, driving his cock deeper as he emptied every last drop into Caleb.
When Nate finally pulled out, Caleb's hole gaped open with a queefing sound, oozing a thick stream of come that trickled down his thighs. Nate's breath was ragged as he knelt between Caleb's legs, spreading his son's cheeks to get a better look at the mess he'd made. Caleb's hole was red and swollen, still twitching from the relentless pounding it had endured. Still struggling to close.
"Fuck, look at that," Nate muttered, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Now THAT'S a fucking wrecked pussy," he yelled playfully, gleeful like a child on Christmas morning.
Caleb burst into laughter, pulling a pillow over his face. It was the most utterly uncivilized yet remarkably endearing thing he had ever heard in his life.
Nate leaned down, pressing a sloppy kiss to Caleb's lips as he ran a finger through the mess leaking from his hole.
"Caleb...I..." Nate professed, choking on his words.
Caleb gazed at Nate, and for a brief moment, words escaped him, too. His happiness at that moment was just overwhelming. Then, finally, his arms clung ferociously around Nate's neck, drawing him in for an embrace.
They lay there naked for more than one hour in the most restful silence.
They said nothing to each other.
They just waited until the most peaceful sleep took hold of their tired bodies.
*
The morning was still, a profound, almost sacred quiet that seemed to cradle the house in its arms, holding back the noise and movement of the day yet to come. The air carried a weightless serenity as if the world paused to catch its breath. Through the gauzy curtains, the faintest glimmer of dawn filtered in. The light touched Caleb first, illuminating him like a living portrait. He lay on his side, the curve of his shoulder catching the fragile sunlight, his face half-buried in the pillow. His breathing was rhythmic, slow, and deep, and every exhale seamlessly blended into the stillness.
Nate sat beside him, barely moving, as though any sudden shift might shatter the fragile peace of the moment. His fingers hovered over Caleb's skin before they brushed against it, light as a whisper, tracing paths he had memorized countless times but suddenly felt desperate to relearn. The curve of Caleb's jawline was strong but softened by sleep. His chest rose and fell with a cadence that Nate found both soothing and unbearably heartbreaking. He let his fingertips glide over Caleb's arm, pausing where the warmth of his skin seemed to seep into Nate's palm.
This warmth undid him, the palpable proof of life, of connection.
Caleb stirred faintly, his brow furrowing momentarily before his lips parted in a soft murmur. The sound was unintelligible, but it tugged at something deep within Nate. He froze, his breath catching as he watched Caleb settle again into stillness.
"Caleb…" he whispered so quietly it barely counted as a word. It wasn't meant to wake him. It wasn't even meant to be heard. It was more a confession, an ache given voice in the smallest possible way.
The words stuck in his throat after that, and there were so many of them: unspoken apologies, declarations of love too heavy to say aloud, promises he had wanted so badly to keep but couldn't. His chest tightened painfully, and he swallowed hard against the lump forming there. His hand lingered on Caleb's arm for one agonizing moment longer before he withdrew it.
With deliberate care, Nate slid out of bed, moving as slowly as possible to not disturb his son's sleep. His bare feet hit the wooden floor with barely a sound. He bent down, gathering his scattered clothes from where they'd been dropped. When he pulled it on, the shirt smelled faintly of Caleb, which felt like home and heartbreak. He slipped into his jeans next, fumbling slightly with the zipper as his hands trembled.
Standing there fully dressed but feeling exposed all the same, Nate turned toward Caleb one last time. His heart clenched at how peaceful he looked, oblivious to everything. A part of him wanted to crawl back under the covers and press himself against Caleb's back, wrap an arm around his waist, and bury his face in his hair. But another part, the louder part, knew he couldn't.
He moved to the door, gripping the handle tightly as though steadying himself for what came next. The soft click of it closing behind him felt louder than it should have, reverberating through his chest. He stood in the hallway, his eyes squeezed shut against the sting building behind them. Pain curled through him like smoke, insidious and unrelenting, and for a moment, he thought it might suffocate him entirely. But then he forced himself to breathe again: one shaky inhale followed by an even shakier exhale.
When he opened his eyes, they landed on another door down the hall. Ryan's door.
Each step toward it felt heavier than the last, as though invisible chains were wrapping tighter around his ankles with every inch closer. He hesitated when he reached it, not long enough for second thoughts but just long enough for regret to rear its head. Then he pushed it open just far enough to peer inside.
The room was steeped in shadows that clung stubbornly to every corner despite the faint light creeping in from outside. Ryan lay curled on his side beneath a tangle of blankets. His back was turned toward the doorway, and only the steady rhythm of his breathing broke the silence.
Nate leaned against the doorframe for support as he stared at Ryan's sleeping form. His vision blurred slightly, not from tears exactly but from something close enough that it didn't matter. "I'm sorry," Nate whispered hoarsely into the darkened room. The words were swallowed by silence before they could reach Ryan's ears, a mercy Nate wasn't sure he deserved.
When he finally turned away, descending the stairs felt like walking through quicksand, each step dragging him further into something heavy and irreversible. The house felt different now: quieter than before but not in a comforting way. This quiet was hollow, a void left behind by something breaking apart.
In the kitchen, he found his car key waiting for him on the counter where he'd left it last night. He picked it up out of habit but hesitated before heading for the door. Instead of pocketing it like usual, he carried it with him outside. The cold nipped at his skin as he crossed the driveway to his car. Opening the trunk revealed what he knew had been waiting there all along: a weathered backpack full of everything necessary for leaving, physically and completely.
He hefted its weight onto one shoulder before letting the trunk slam shut behind him, a sound that startled some distant birds into flight but left everything else eerily still.
Back on the porch steps, Nate gently, almost reverently, placed his car key down as if marking an end rather than abandoning anything.
He stood there staring back at the house for what felt like an eternity but couldn't have been more than a few seconds. His throat tightened again, and his chest burned with unshed tears, yet somehow.
Somehow, he turned away anyway.
The backpack settled heavily against his shoulders as he walked down the driveway without looking back, not because he didn't want to but because looking back would undo him completely.
"For the real movements of a life are gradual, then sudden. They resist becoming anecdotes. They pulse like quasars from long-dead stars to reach the vivid planet of the present. They drift like fog over the ship until the spread sails are merely panels of gray in grayer air and surround becomes object, as in those perceptual tests where figure and ground reverse, the kissing couple in profile turn into the outlines of the mortuary urn that holds their own ashes. Time wears down resolve, then suddenly violence, something irrevocable flashes out of nowhere, there are thrashing fins and roiled, blood-streaked water, death floats up on its side, eyes bulging." - E. White in A Boy's Own Story
By the time the sun fully rose, Nate was gone.
(To be continued...)
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