Chapter 6: A Texan Home
Our kiss continued until Chris finally chuckled and said, “Okay, boys. We love you both, but get a room. Um, Corey, just not your old one - well, at least until after dinner.” He gave us a look that explained exactly who Corey had inherited all of his expressions from. “Ollie, let’s move your car around back and get your stuff in the house. We have a date with Joe tonight.”
And with that, we walked into the most beautiful home I’d ever seen.
Corey picked up on his father’s comment as we stepped inside. “Ollie’s been here since January, but I don’t think he’s allowed himself to have any fun exploring his new city. I think my curly-haired pup has been too stressed and working too hard to see what our Cowtown has to offer.” He reached out and ruffled the curls he’d just mentioned.
Ted, my mentor and other new dad, chimed in with a knowing look - that was just shy of making me think I’d hear my middle name again. “Ollie, did you know that co-op students aren’t allowed to have secondary or part-time jobs?”
I turned to give Corey an accusing look, but before I could say a word, Dr. Rainer - Chris - cut in smoothly. “Ollie, my wonderful new son, we’ve already gotten your test results back.”
I blinked at him in amazement. “Already?”
Chris grinned, a mischievous echo of Corey’s, and said, “Hey, I’m a doctor, and my son performed the test. I have connections.” But then his grin softened into a very fatherly expression of concern.
“You’re a perfectly healthy young man,” he continued, his tone measured and reassuring. “Except you’re stressed out beyond your body’s ability to cope. The guys who beat you finally pushed you over the tipping point. Ollie, you’re going to have to cut back on all those extra responsibilities and just focus on being a co-op student again.” He paused; his gaze kind. “But let’s go to Joe’s first, and we can negotiate restrictions later.”
His look wasn’t rebuking - it was more, well, reassuring. For the first time in a long time, I felt like someone was looking out for me, truly concerned about what I needed.
Corey led me to my new bedroom while Ted took my keys and drove my Bronco around back to a parking space by the garage. Even though the room had obviously been converted into a guest room, it still held a collection of Corey’s things from throughout his life. Trophies, books, photos - each item felt like a clue to the man I was falling for. I knew I’d have fun exploring it while he was away. After all, he already knew way too many of my secrets - it was only fair I learned a few of his.
With all my meager belongings quickly stashed in Corey’s former - my new - closet, my “dads” gave me a tour of the house.
It’s hard to explain, but you kind of have to be in Texas to understand a Texas home. The rooms seemed endless, each one spacious and open, yet somehow still comfortable and inviting. I felt at home. Truly at home. And then they ushered me outside to the backyard.
Their outdoor space was magnificent. Magical, even. Precisely placed landscape lighting illuminated every detail, casting a warm glow over the yard. At its center was a lagoon-style pool, shimmering like something out of a dream. The yard was nestled against the base of a tall bluff, with no visible houses above it. More live oaks bordered the space, their sweeping branches adding a sense of privacy and shade. The pool, however, was exposed, open, and waiting for the summer sun. I stood there, marveling at the beauty around me, barely able to believe that these incredible people were inviting me to live with them.
Ted interrupted my stunned silence with the most innocently incriminating question. “I know we’ve got Corey beat with our mature landscaping, but his new pool is going to be awesome this summer. What did you think of it?”
I froze, totally deer-in-the-headlights - for an entirely new reason. I scrambled for a response. “Um, yeah, it’s gonna be great!” I blurted out, far too unconvincingly. My eyes darted to Corey for help, but he just chuckled.
Ted raised an eyebrow and tossed my weak attempt at recovery away with ease. Turning to his partner, he asked, “You’ve given Corey the talk, right?”
Corey stepped in, his voice calm and collected as always. “We were both exhausted from our early morning test and, well… we kinda fell asleep as soon as we got to my place.”
Ted turned his focus back to me, his expression one of mild skepticism mixed with fatherly concern. “Uh-huh. As soon as y’all got to Corey’s place…”
I felt my face heat up as I blushed furiously.
Corey, ever my defender, put a protective arm around my shoulders and said firmly, “Ted, Dad, my Ollie is in a very delicate and recently dangerous place. We’re not doing anything he’s not ready for yet.”
Both men exchanged a look, their expressions softening. Satisfied, Ted and Chris gave us a pair of nods before reminding us about dinner.
“So, who’s Joe?” I asked, my stomach growling; Chris’ earlier comment still lingering in my head.
Chris smiled and took the prompt. “Ollie, we’re about to expand your Cowtown horizons. We’re going to Joe T. Garcia’s Mexican Dishes. It’s a Fort Worth tradition. I’m so sorry you haven’t made it there yet.”
Ted resumed his fatherly inquisition, his tone curious but kind. “Ollie, I know there’s been at least one after work co-op get-together there. Why didn’t you go?”
I looked down, the weight of past isolation settling over me. Ted’s hand rested on my shoulder, his squeeze both reassuring and grounding. He exchanged a knowing look with Chris, then said softly, “It’s okay, Ollie. Things are about to change for you, starting tonight. You’re going to get to experience the rest of your first co-op term the way you should have been able to all along.”
With that, we all piled into Chris’ X5 and headed toward Joe T’s, laughter and light conversation filling the car as we drove toward my new horizon.
Chapter 7: Under Texan Stars
Downtown Fort Worth is incredible at night. All the tall buildings are outlined with lights, like four-sided glass Christmas trees. We drove through Sundance Square, and I was in full-on tourist mode, unabashedly gawking out the windows at all the sights. For the first time, I allowed myself to relax and really see it. It was wonderful. As we headed north toward the river, I felt like a kid discovering something magical that had always been right there, just waiting to be noticed.
Corey glanced over at my kid-on-Christmas-morning expression, gave my knee a quick squeeze, and said, “Ollie, we’re gonna make sure you get to enjoy and fall in love with your new city. You mentioned The Twilight Zone this morning. Have you ever heard of an ancient movie called Logan’s Run?”
I practically jumped out of my seat at the mention of a childhood moment with my father. “Yeah! My father and I were sci-fi nerds. I’d force him to watch the new stuff, and he’d retaliate by making me sit through his favorite old movies. Why are you asking?”
Corey grinned, clearly pleased by my reaction. “It was filmed here in Fort Worth and Dallas. When we had breakfast today, we were really close to the building they used as the Sandman headquarters - and to another office complex that was the exterior of Logan’s apartment.”
He paused, enjoying my shocked expression before continuing. “But tonight, we’re right where Logan and Jessica swam back into the City of Domes. One of Dad’s old friends was even an extra in that final scene.”
My jaw dropped. “Seriously? Can we see it? I’m sorry, I mean, after we eat?”
Corey smirked. “Ask your dads.” He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Not to give too much away, but they’re softies when it comes to showing off their city.”
“No coaching the pup, Corey,” Chris scolded lightly, though his smile softened the words as he glanced at us in the rearview mirror. “But we’ll absolutely stop by the Water Gardens on the way home. Ollie, I can’t believe you even know the reference. At least your dad was good for something.”
Corey came to my rescue again. “Dad, let’s not upset my boy anymore tonight, okay?”
We left downtown, crossing a high bridge over the Trinity River as the lights of the city shimmered behind us. Heading north on Main Street, the neighborhoods shifted - from hopeful gentrification to real Cowtown and the historic Stockyards. Turning onto an inconspicuous side street, we suddenly arrived at Joe T. Garcia’s. Even from the car, I could tell why we needed to get here early - there was already a line forming to the door.
The parking lot was already half-full, lit by strands of bare bulbs strung through the trees, casting a warm glow over the cars. We hurried to join the line. The night was perfect, without a breeze, the outdoor heaters were easily able to keep the air comfortable, and the line moved quickly.
As we shuffled in, I was able to assess my first impression of Joe’s. It was straight out of an episode of South Park - exactly like “Casa Bonita,” except with a Disney-esque old Tex-Mex charm and sprawling outdoor spaces. It was utterly enchanting.
When I nervously admitted my noob status at ordering Tex-Mex, Ted just chuckled. “Don’t worry, Ollie. There are only two dishes at Joe T’s, and we always get the family-style enchilada dinner.”
And we did. The multi-course meal was incredible, every bite a burst of Tex-Mex perfection. We sat outside by Joe’s pool under more strands of twinkling lights, the warm glow adding to the magic of the evening. The four of us chattered on about everything and nothing, my new family enthusiastically trying to get to know me better.
As I looked around the table, soaking in the laughter and warmth, it hit me. Last night, I was alone in my Bronco in a Walmart parking lot, skipping dinner. Now, I was here - with Corey, Chris, and Ted - sharing a fun meal under the big stary Texas sky. I’m having a hard time believing tonight is even real.
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As promised, after our fabuloso meal - I’m learning to speak Texan quickly - we visited the Water Gardens, and I recognized the place instantly from the movie. The “Active Pool” is meant to be a Brutalist abstract representation of a 360-degree waterfall, with oddly placed stepping pads leading down its cascades to a central pool 30 feet below.
Corey and I hop-stepped down the irregular pads, the rush of water growing louder with each step. At the bottom of the concrete waterfall, we were completely surrounded by roaring water, crashing down into channels that fed the churning center pool at our feet. Corey took my hand and shouted over the din, “Ready to jump in?”
From above, Corey’s dads rolled their eyes. Chris bellowed down to us, his voice carrying over the roar of the falls, “Ollie, don’t let our class clown be a bad influence.”
Corey grinned, dodging the rebuke as he shouted back, “Ollie’s a very good boy. Someone has to make sure he has a little fun.” Before I could respond, he kissed me, his lips warm and reassuring even in the cool mist of the falling water.
I froze for a moment, taking it all in: I was standing in an unreal place that I’d only ever seen in a sci-fi movie, kissing my impossible new… fellow explorer. While less than 24 hours ago, I was homeless, with no idea what my future held. Now, I was here, in Corey’s embrace, under Chris and Ted’s fatherly gaze, living a moment I could never have imagined. Reality really can be stranger than fiction.
Chapter 8: Fathers Know Best
When we returned to Chris and Ted’s house, Corey announced he was heading back to his place to grab some clothes and a toothbrush for the weekend. Before leaving, he lovingly yet sternly warned his dads, “No grilling Ollie too harshly while I’m gone.” They mostly kept their word.
Ted started first, his tone kind but direct. “Ollie, damn. How you’ve survived this work term is amazing. I can’t believe you’ve been able to be a superstar co-op, hold down a second job, and manage everything while living out of your car. But tomorrow, we’re letting LA Fitness know that all you’ll be doing at their gym from now on is working out. I know you needed the extra money, but trust me, that’s no longer the case.”
I opened my mouth to protest, but Ted held up a finger to shush me and continued, “It’s not just me and Chris who’ll be helping you out - it’s your team at work too. Don’t worry, your adventures are your stories to tell. I didn’t give many details, but I did mention you were concerned about paying for next semester’s books without your parents’ support. Sport, everyone loves you. They’re starting a collection, and while I don’t want to spoil the surprise, let’s just say your fans are being very generous.”
My eyes widened, and I felt the familiar sting of tears threatening to spill over. Chris stepped in with a calm, steady voice. “Hey, Ollie, I know today must have been an emotional rollercoaster for you. And that’s okay. Let those tears out if you need to - it’s good for you. You seriously need to decompress. A lot of your problems look like they’re coming from all that stress and worry you’ve built up. But maybe not all of them.”
He paused, his tone shifting to something very fatherly. “I’ve taken the liberty of scheduling a physical for you on Monday with a very good friend of mine, a general practitioner. We need to make sure that fight didn’t cause any serious damage and, well, just check to make sure the rest of you is as healthy as your bladder.” He leaned in slightly, his hand resting gently on my cheek in a way that felt so familiar - so much like Corey. His smile reached his eyes as he added, “His office isn’t far from here, and Corey’s going to take you. You’re not facing anything alone again right now. Not if we can help it.”
I opened my mouth to stammer out a “Thank you, sir, but what about…” when Ted cut me off with his fatherly efficiency. “It’s okay, Ollie. I know your boss.” He gave me a grin that was warm enough to melt the tension from my shoulders. “Co-ops get paid sick leave, just like full-time employees do. And” - he nodded toward Chris - “your other new dad happens to be a doctor who’s more than happy to write you a note saying you need some time off. Maybe just a day or three. It’ll all be fine.”
Ted’s grin lingered, and I felt something in me shift. That smile - steady, warm, and certain - just won the audition for the role of my new dad.
And that was all I could take. I swear I’m not a crybaby, but today would make it hard to prove otherwise. As my tears spilled over again, wetting my baby-bearded cheeks, Chris and Ted double-teamed me with another “dad hug.” My second one of the night, and just as overwhelming as the first.
The front door opened, and Corey walked in, stopping mid-step as he caught me tightly wrapped in his fathers’ arms. He chuckled, his familiar grin lighting up the room. “I was only gone 20 minutes, and you guys made my puppy cry again, didn’t you?”
He motioned to me, his eyes softening. “Come here, my Ollie.”
Ted and Chris released me, their arms falling away with a gentle pat on my back, and I walked straight into Corey’s embrace. “It’s okay, Corey. I swear these are good tears. But, um, yeah, I’ve gotta stop crying in front of you guys so much. I’m sorry.”
Corey’s voice was gentle, grounding me as he said, “Once again, Ollie, don’t be sorry. But you really need to learn that in ‘Texan,’ it’s ‘y’all,’ not ‘you guys.’”
I smiled, surrounded by three wonderful men, and leaned in to kiss the one closest to me - the one who brought me home to a new family.
Chapter 9: Bad Pup, Fun Pup
We said our goodnights and retreated to - wow - my new bedroom. Thankfully, it had a queen-sized bed. Also thankfully, we escaped Ted and Chris before they could issue any new warnings about me and Corey exploring “new levels of intimacy.” Lurd, I’m beyond grateful their bedroom is on the other side of the house.
The attached bathroom only had a tub shower, so we took turns brushing our teeth and showering. Damn, I couldn’t help but admire my beautiful hero through the clear shower curtain. His dark golden fur clung wetly to his bulging muscles. Every movement sent ripples through his flexing form as he soaped himself up. And then there was… everything else. His slightly plumped, but still casually flaccid cock and balls, perfectly framed by his dark blond bush, were mesmerizing. I couldn’t stop myself from imagining catching the water dripping off its head with my tongue.
Corey noticed my gaze and grinned, his voice tinged with amusement. “Hey, Ollie, so does brushing your teeth always give you a hardon?”
I rinsed my mouth out, trying and failing not to laugh. “Laugh it up,” I said, giving him my best hero-worship gaze. Then, with mock innocence, I added, “No, but watching the man I’m about to go to bed with washing his godlike body in the shower sure does.”
Before he could reply, I demurely reached between the clear curtain and the tiled wall, turning off his hot water with a quick flick. Corey let out a shocked gasp as the spray went cold, and I darted back into the bedroom, grinning like a kid who’d just pulled off the ultimate prank.
A few minutes later, a barely dry Corey casually strolled into the room with an air of confidence that somehow felt absolutely commanding. I was busy admiring more of his family pictures when his voice cut through my thoughts. “Alright, my bad boy - underwear off!”
He plopped his naked, furry butt onto his - er, our - bed with a smirk that was maybe still a little mischievous but mostly stern and demanding. “I want you face down, over my knees young man - now!”
For a second, I wasn’t sure how serious he was. Then he broke character just long enough to whisper, “You seemed to like my smacks earlier this morning.” His quick smile and wink melted away any hesitation, leaving me grinning like an idiot.
I removed my boxer briefs and freed my hard 7 inches. Corey’s stern face returned as he scooted further back on the mattress and patted his lap to indicate where he wanted me to be. I started to utter an apology, but he immediately shushed me and seductively stated, “It’s too late for that, boy. You’re going to have to take your punishment like a man.”
I was already starting to shiver again and I knew I was going to leave a trail of precum extending across Corey’s big furry quads. I crawled onto the bed and then pensively moved over Corey’s lap. He firmly pushed my butt down as I lowered my torso to my elbows and let my legs straighten out behind me on the bed. My self-lubed erection easily slid down between Coreys legs and I let a moan escape. This is freaking awesome.
“My pup, you’ve been such a good boy all day, but then you had to go and be bad right before bed. Now you have to suffer the consequences.” I felt his right hand gently touch the blond dusting of hairs on my butt cheeks before making full contact. He began rubbing my glutes and making them part just enough that my hole was exposed to the cool room air each time his hand moved from one cheek to the other.
I just barely, and mostly involuntarily, humped into his lap, and I heard a “No-no, not yet baby boy.” And his hand left my cheek. Less than a second ticked by before I felt the inevitable slap of his big hand. It stung, it almost hurt, but it mostly just completely blew my mind. Damn! I like being a bad boy! And I let a gasp escape my lips. Corey cupped his left hand over my mouth and cooed me to hush.
I moaned into his palm and didn’t have to wait long for my next ass cheek slap. It sent quakes of pleasure through my whole body. This time his hand remained on my butt and he once again massaged my cheeks. Pleasure with a little bit of pain? Yes Sir! Once again, I humped between his legs. Once again, I was rewarded with another slap.
From the back of my overstimulated mind, I heard his soft and lusty voice say, “One more my boy, just to make both cheeks even.” And I immediately felt one final exhilarating sting. “Now we can let the fun begin.” Corey almost removed his hand from my mouth, but instead, offered his fingers to my lips. “Open up baby boy and get them all nice and covered with spit. Because I think you know what hole they’re going into next.”
If Corey thought he’d stretched his jock strap beyond its limit, he must have some idea of what he’s doing to the boundaries of my sexual experience right now. My mind was exploding as his fingers gently forced their way into my willing mouth. And I readily sucked them in. In and out, fuck, in and out. Corey spoke, “Now that’s my good pup, and here’s his treat.”
I felt his thumb and index finger exposing my hole as he removed his fingers from my mouth and released a perfectly aimed wad of his own spit directly onto my quivering hole. He slowly massaged my sphincter using his spit-wet fingers then finally started applying pressure. I raised my hips up to help him out, and then filled the room with an uncontrollable moan as they slid in to my grateful rectum. For the third time today, Corey was showing me what my bottom was made for.
He gave me my final instructions: “Okay my Ollie, you may start humping my lap now. I’m going to make sure my initial examination of your prostate was correct. Oh, and I might do this again if I feel like you’re getting too lost in your inner monologue.” Another slap, another wave of ecstasy. I started sliding my leaking dick between Corey’s flexing leg muscles. All while he started making my prostate sing the song of its people.
I tried; I swear I tried to make this last. I mean, sure I’m 19, but this would be my third load of the day, so I was hopeful about my stamina. Nope! I made it to ten, maybe fifteen thrusts before I stuttered a “C-C-Corey” and started shooting my cum between his thick thighs. I quivered and shook while my orgasm rolled over me. When I finally started calming down, Corey's fingers slowly left my twitching hole and his hand gently rubbed my reddened cheeks. He leaned over my body and kissed my temple.
“Damn, Ollie,” Corey said, his voice low, filled with a mix of amazement and satisfaction. “I totally didn’t plan that. But I think we’re figuring out that we’re pretty darned sexually compatible. Are you okay, buddy?”
I let out a soft laugh, still catching my breath. “Corey, last night, I was sleeping in my Bronco. Now, after yet another amazing experience, I’m about to spend the night in the arms of my Norse God. Everything we’ve done today and tonight has been incredible. Yes, sir - I definitely like it when my Corey takes control!” I hesitated, a grin tugging at my lips. “But… I should probably get up before we ruin the comforter.”
Corey laughed; a deep, warm sound that made me feel utterly at ease. “My bad. Like I said, totally spontaneous. But I really don’t care about the bedspread. That was absolutely worth it. Damn!”
I finally lifted myself from Corey’s lap, thankfully to discover that most of my, um, contribution, had ended up trapped in the golden fur of his thighs. The sight made my face flush - until I was hit with the most wicked, obscene thought I’d ever had.
As I got up to my knees, I lowered my face to Corey’s lap and licked some of my load out of his fur. And then I kissed him and let him taste my cum. His eyes widened and his tongue dove into my waiting mouth. His intensity grew as he grabbed the back of my head to pull me deeper into our kiss.
When the kiss finally ended, Corey gently said, “Hey now, that’s what I had planned for tomorrow’s area of exploration. Are you reading ahead?”
I chuckled and got off the bed to get Corey a wet wash rag. “What about you sir? Are you okay for tonight? You’re looking pretty stiff there.”
“Thank you, but, I’m fine. Besides, I think you’ll like where he’s going to be spending the night.” And I got my last mischievous grin of the day. Corey wiped my mess from his legs and we got the little splatters of my cum off of the bedding.
Corey asked a final question, his voice soft and innocent. “What side of the bed do you want?”
I hesitated, the weight of his simple question hitting me in a way I didn’t expect. “I don’t know. I’ve never really slept with anyone before.”
“Good point,” he said thoughtfully. “How about we just stick with what worked this afternoon? Me on the right, you on the left?”
He turned out the lights, leaving one dim table lamp glowing softly. I appreciated the gesture, the warm light making the room feel even more inviting.
“Great!” I said, my voice bright as my eyes adjusted. I jumped onto the left side and slid under the covers, feeling a mix of excitement and calm. Corey mirrored my movement on the right, and as his front met my back in the middle of the bed, his right arm slipped under my neck and up across my chest, his hand resting over my pecs. His left arm lay gently across my side, his hand tracing slow, soothing circles over my tummy fur.
But the best part was his erection sliding between my cheeks. Fuck. When do we get to explore that level? Corey lazily rubbed his cock over my hole and up my crack just a few times, until it warmly nestled its way into its new home between my cheeks. Then he softly kissed the crown of my head goodnight. I felt so very safe. I almost instantly fell asleep in my champion’s embrace.
