Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. A Father's Love Chapter 10 <> Day 3 <> Tyler couldn't believe how much his dad had just spent on clothes for him. He was wearing a new set of clothes that weren't too different from what David had on; he felt like a prince. "I've never worn anything this nice before, really! These are awesome!" Tyler said as they walked back to the car. He looked down at the new leather shoes he was wearing and couldn't believe he was wearing shoes that cost OVER fifty bucks. As he walked he make sure to pick his feet up to be sure he didn't scuff anything. "You're welcome!" David said beaming. "That's a good enough start for tonight. We can get more stuff later- like when we're not so hungry." He said winking at Tyler. David's heart was still beating hard from watching just the few minutes that they spent around the changing rooms. All he could think about doing tomorrow was taking him shopping again and seeing Tyler actively pointing his butt at him to ask if the pants fit right. Tyler looked again in his two bags that held two new pairs of pants and three shirts; as well as the clothes and shoes he was wearing when they left the house. For the time being, he wasn't worrying about the talk, he wasn't even thinking about it; he hadn't thought about it since he started trying on clothes and coming out to model them for David. He was just having fun again. He thought it was fun trying all that stuff on because David complimented him on everything. David made a quick call to the restaurant to let them know they were on their way and asked to be seated at one of Brandon's tables if he had room. "Do you go there a lot?" Tyler asked as David was hanging up the phone. "Actually, last night was only the second time that I had ever been there. One of Russell's friends is a partner there and that's how I heard about it," David said. "Plus, they'll sneak us in if there is a wait; one of the benefits of knowing the owner." David flicked his hand out to the side meaning to tap Tyler's arm to punctuate one of the joys of nepotism but instead, the moment it made contact, Tyler opened up his hand and lifted it to David's palm. As his hand slid into Tyler's he felt a slight twinge of anxiety. If it had been anyone else he would have felt uncomfortable and for a moment he was but that was very short-lived as he laced his fingers through Tyler's. "Maybe tomorrow we could go get some more clothes. There wasn't anything that didn't look really good on you." He was right. Tyler has the body that men's clothing designers dreams of; round butt, narrow waist, broad shoulders (okay okay- broadENING shoulders- shut up), all around just a tight trim body plus he was just as cute as hell. "Really?" Tyler said genuinely surprised. David thought about how a dad should say this. After all, if Tyler had been just one of his friends he would have said he was fucking hot or sexy or even made some salacious flirt but Tyler was so much more than that. "You're perfect, Ty." Tyler looked at his dad's face, smiled and gave his hand a squeeze and leaned into his arm as they approached the car. <><> "Russell? How much did Tyler bring from home?" Louise asked as she rinsed the dishes from dinner while Russell put away the leftovers and cleared the table. "Surprisingly little. He only had a couple of bags and from what I know there isn't anything else that is being sent." "I can't even imagine," she sighed. "Is he eating okay?" "His plate is always spotless when the table is cleared and he's usually the first one finished so I keep giving him bigger servings." "Well, what do you expect? He's a growing boy! You remember our boys when they were his age... their legs were hollow when it came to food." Russell put the last dish into the dishwasher and sat at their little kitchen table reflecting on when their kids were Tyler's age. "David is worried, he's always wanted this but I don't think any amount of desire can prepare a man to be a father." "It's not just men, the advantage Rachael had was that when she started being a mother Tyler wasn't so, "she paused, "I guess `complex' would be the best word for it." "True, when she brought him home he was basically a potato in diapers." "I don't want to be disrespectful but the way she treated David still makes me angry. She didn't say word one to him unless he called her every day for a week. I remember his heartbreak." Louise clasped her hands on the table manifesting her frustration. "People have a right to be upset but not for eleven years. Just- damn her!" Russell put his hand under hers and regained her attention. "Enough about her," he said. "David is thinking of taking the long trip early this year. Now with Tyler around the house I won't be surprised if there are move vacations." Russell and Louise moved to the couch in the living room to mull over past vacations and talked about how much more fun things would be with Tyler coming this year while they watched Jeopardy. <><> After just a few minutes of driving they pulled up in front of the restaurant and David gave the key-fob to the valet and they walked inside. The hostess recognized them from last night and said, "Right this way Mr. Scarden, we have your table ready." As they were being seated Brandon came over looking genuinely thrilled to see them again. With him, he already had water for Tyler and David, Tyler's without ice of course. "I wasn't thinking I'd have the luck of seeing you two again so soon!" Brandon said with a very sincere smile on his face. "Well I don't think that anything could have possibly made dinner last night any better; you guys do a wonderful job." David replied as Tyler scooted next to him. "I'm very glad you liked it!" Brandon said bringing his hands together in front of him, "I understand Russell has arranged your menu again tonight but can I get you something to drink?" he said looking first to David and then to Tyler. Tyler asked for another mudslide and David asked for whatever wine the chef would suggest. The procession of plates closely followed the drinks and again just as the night before, Russell had picked a wonderful meal of Coq au Vin and buttered mushrooms in rice. Father and son took their time in eating their dinner, enjoying the view they had of being able to look out over the rest of the restaurant from their booth in the corner of the dinning room. Tyler couldn't believe mushrooms could taste so good and savored each bite. David was enjoying the slight buzz that he was getting from his third glass of Alsatian Riesling as Tyler was savoring the last of his second milkshake. Tyler's knee was up against David's leg almost constantly as they ate and David had given up with trying to keep his hardon down shortly after the salad; with as low as the ambient lighting was, he had no fear of Tyler seeing how hard he was. He would however catch himself glancing over at how Tyler's shirt perfectly wrapped around his chest. The fine fabric showed his every contour and that was becoming harder and harder to ignore as the evening progressed. He was pretty sure that he had even caught Brandon glancing a little too long at Tyler a time or two. "Tyler is turning heads left and right," he thought. David's observation was slightly misdirected. It was true that Brandon's eyes were lingering at the table but his attention was directed at the handsome muscled man. On more than one occasion Brandon pictured ducking under the table and giving David a long deep blowjob before leading him to the stockroom in the basement of the restaurant to take his second load deep in his tight ass. Dinner lasted longer than before and for a while after they ate they talked about what Tyler liked to do back home in Grand Rapids. David put his arm around Tyler's shoulder and Tyler's hand rested between his own thigh and his dad's; as good as that felt, David knew it was time to head home. Brandon stopped by the table to ask if there was anything else he could get for them. "You've done another amazing job, I think we are ready to go." Brandon pulled the already prepared bill from his apron and, having already scanned the card from last night, said, "Thank you again so much, it truly is a pleasure seeing you guys." David signed, left the same tip as before and as they started to stand Tyler put his open hand on David's thigh to help him scoot his butt across the seat. His fingers came dangerously close to feeling the hardon David was now going to have to try to cover. He tried to scoot over to be ready to move out of the booth when David started to get up but in the last second his hand slid off of David's thick thigh and he somewhat fell into David's lap. David's cock was already throbbing hard. Tyler's elbow slid between his thighs. His cock swelled hard against his elbow and David was certain Tyler was feeling it; it equally excited him and horrified him. His eyes fluttered and he slowly sat Tyler more upright out of fear that he would explode in his pants knowing that much cum would be impossible to hide even in the low light. As they walked to the door David put his hands on Tyler's shoulders and moved him to the front as they meandered between the closely placed tables. He couldn't help but notice the movement of each muscle as he walked. He looked down and even with the low lights he could make out Tyler's little bubble butt framed in his new pants. Having been told by Brandon, the valet was just pulling the car around the front as they made it past the cluster of waiting patrons and out onto the sidewalk. "That was so good! I've never had chicken that tasted like that before." David smiled and again opened his hand slightly offering it to Tyler and said "Russell told me before I came here the first time that this chef could make anything worthy of a king. I think it was pretty great too!" Tyler quickly picked up on David's gesture and immediately took David's hand again. Even if it was for just a few seconds before he'd have to let go to get in the car he wasn't about to pass it up. As the valet opened the door for him he let go and climbed in and immediately went for the button to put the top down. David slipped the valet a $20 bill and had to wait for a second as the roof slid into its place in the trunk before climbing in but took that chance to look down at the back of Tyler's shirt as the linen pulled up exposing the bare small of his back. The drive had Tyler adequately distracted but the two shared more than a handful of grins at each other. Tyler looked over and let his eyes travel up from David's knee to the bulge in his pants and slowly up to his chest until he finally reached his face only to find that David was looking right into his eyes. He could feel his face blush as he looked away and out at the lights rushing by. David chuckled a little bit at Tyler's embarrassment and reached over and patted him on the thigh. Pulling into the garage and putting the top up, David and Tyler walked into the house, both showing signs of how tired they were. Given the option of going to bed or of being able to stay together longer they sat down in the living room and David suggested they watch a movie. It was after ten o'clock but David wasn't ready to say good night yet. Tyler got up to look at the movies again and tried to hide a little yawn. He found "The Princess Bride"; it was one of his mom's favorite movies and though he'd seen it several times he still thought it was funny and more importantly, it meant that he'd get to stay close to David for a while longer. As the movie played Tyler cycled through a variety of positions from sitting directly beside David to lying with his head against the opposite arm of the couch with his feet against David's leg. David smiled at that one because his cute little feet would burrow a little under this leg and he could rest his arm on Tyler's calves. Both of their favorites though were when Tyler would lay on his back with his head turned toward the screen resting on David's thick thigh. David couldn't help but look down at Tyler's tummy. The pants that they had just bought, that only hours ago seemed to fit him as though they'd been tailored, were now looking loose around his waist. "Did he shrink?" David wondered. Tyler's shirt pulled up a little and David could unabashedly peek at the top of Tyler's new Arnaldo Bassini briefs. The more into the movie they got the more comfortable they got with the constant contact with each other. Tyler would put his hands behind his head stretching his chest with one elbow resting against David's chest and the other pointing down his leg. David finally gave into something he'd wanted to do this whole time and laid his arm across Tyler with his hand coming to a rest just below Tyler's ribcage. With the way Tyler's arm was resting against his chest, he could look down the sleeve and see down to Tyler's underarm; it was so beautiful, HE was so beautiful. "The few hairs there must have just started growing last weekend," David thought jokingly. David noticed that he could smell Tyler. Not in a way that was in ANY way unpleasant as it wasn't body odor; he wasn't really sure what it was but he was simply magical. He wanted to kiss down his arm and feel the softness of that tiny patch of silky hairs against his lips. He wanted to kiss every inch of the underside of his arm as he went. All too soon Prince Humperdink had been thwarted, Andre the Giant caught Buttercup and Fred Savage finished hearing the tale of The Princess Bride. It was almost midnight but he didn't care. The movie switched off but father and son didn't move. Tyler, still lying on his back, simply turned his head so he was looking up and straight into the eyes of his dad. His mind went in ten different directions as he held eye contact. In a moment of clarity they all came back to center in on his amazement that he was with his dad and all he could do was smile. "What're you smiling about?" David asked. Tyler honestly didn't know what to say. He didn't want to say too much out of fear that he'd mess up his words and sound stupid so he simply said, "I'm glad I'm here." David looked down at the angel on his lap and moved his hand from his tummy up to the side of his face. His thumb stroked Tyler's temple and he watched Tyler's eyes slowly close. Tyler turned his face against David's abs and rolled his body so his knees were against the back of the couch and brought both hands up to his chin letting the backs of his fingers enjoy full contact with his dad's hip. David knew Tyler was going to fall asleep down here and was in fact looking forward to it. He rubbed Tyler's back slowly from the back of his neck to the elastic band of his underwear. He moved his hand up to his side and would stroke from Tyler's hip ever so slowly up to his armpit. Over and over he would repeat this movement and by design each cycle would pull Tyler's shirt up a little bit and would work his sleeve down until a little bit of Tyler's hair was peaking out and his shirt was pulled up enough to show off three inches of his beautiful tummy. He knew he should stop but he didn't; he knew he didn't want to. He carefully adjusted himself to allow his cock to grow down his left leg while Tyler's head lay on his right. He looked at Tyler's round butt sticking out just a little and slid his hand down past the exposed skin and rested his hand on the hip with his fingers reaching nearly a third of the way across the supplest cheek he'd ever felt; god how he wanted to unbutton Tyler's pants and push them down so he could cup his whole butt, skin to skin. He made slow long strokes up and down his leg massaging the cock that made this gorgeous boy in front of him. Precum started to flow and David got a naughty pleasure in seeing the damp spot form and would, in fact, flex his cock to coax out drop after drop. He knew that lusting after his son, his little boy, was incredibly wrong but that made the fantasy of fucking him that much more intense. He knew he was going to make himself cum and his only regret now was that he had not aimed his cock down his other leg so his head was under Tyler's cheek. He closed his eyes and imagine that he was naked and Tyler's head was in the same position as it was now except instead of sleeping, he was trying to suppress his gag reflex as David would pull him closer, slipping his cock deeper into his mouth. With his other hand he'd be finding Tyler's little hole; the same place where he has already blown one load. Did he go into him at all? When he shot, was he pressed tight enough up against it that a shot or two was forced to shoot up into him? David opened his eyes and dropped his jaw an inch as he felt his cum surge up from his balls and shooting out hard into the leg of his pants. He could nearly feel Tyler's throat swallowing it down as the spot went from a one-inch circle to an obscene pool two inches wide and five inches long with enough in the middle that he could clearly see it seeping through the linen material. He didn't want to feel guilty about this; nobody got hurt and it's not like anything really happened, right? His endorphins subsided and in it came. In his mind he had reduced his own son to one of the cheap fucks he might have brought home from a club like he had many times before. He loved to find a guy at Spin or Numbers, bring him home and start out by kissing him from his ankles up to his balls. Then lifting his legs and slowly kissing and licking his way down to his asshole and diving his tongue into him. The slow dance at the end of the night is what would determine if he was going to fuck a cute twink's ass or if he would take a big jock's cock home with him. He looked down at his face again and pondered. He could hear the giggling that happened up on the bed when he got home from work; he felt Tyler's first hug at the bottom of the stairs and he felt him take his hand in the parking garage. He stood up slowly and gently laid Tyler's head down on the couch and walked into the kitchen to clean up his mess. He didn't want Tyler to see anything so he walked back to the couch, crouched down and scooped Tyler up in his arms and climbed the stairs. Tyler woke up and put his knuckles against his dad's chest. "I'm sorry I fell asleep again," he mumbled. "You don't have anything to be sorry about," David said. "We should get ready for bed though." David carried Tyler into his dark bedroom and set his feet down on the floor. He crouched down and said, "How about you get ready for bed and I'll be back in just a minute?" Tyler was not looking forward to spending the night in his room alone but he couldn't even considering going to his dad's room again. David stood and quickly walked out of his room and back into his own. Tyler looked around and even though his room was amazing, he didn't like it as much as his dad's because in his dad's room he wasn't alone. He brushed his teeth, went to the bathroom, stripped down to his underwear and climbed onto the mattress. <><> David closed the door to his room and pealed his pants off. Pulling his shirt up over his head he stretched and reached his fingers up toward the ceiling. He went into his closet, grabbed a dirty shirt to quickly wipe off the remaining cum and pulled on a pair of running shorts. <><> Just a moment after Tyler had pulled the sheet over himself he heard a knock at the door. David poked his head in and asked if it was okay to come in. Tyler sat up in bed as David walked. He couldn't help but stare as his dad showed off his trimmed hairy chest as he came around and kneeled next to him. He lay back down and father and son just looked at each other for a minute. "I guess we should get some sleep. I love you Tyler, and..." he paused, "after having you here with me now, I can't imagine how I was ever happy without you." Tyler started to cry as he rolled onto his side and into his dad's long protective hug. David absolutely did not want to let go as Tyler laid his head on David's strong shoulder and wished more than anything that he would just climb in bed with him. For the past eleven years he hadn't had him around at all and for the past eleven hours they hadn't been more than five feet apart for more than a couple minutes at a time; he didn't want to see him walk out of the room. "Are you feeling okay?" David asked. "I'm okay," Tyler paused, "I- just had so much fun today." David didn't want to let go of the hug and especially not now; he knew that something was bothering Tyler; he just didn't know what it was out of a long list of good possibilities. He felt like he should know, a dad should be able to tell when something is wrong, he was sure of it. "Okay" he said slowly releasing the hug and still holding the back of Tyler's head as he lay back down. "I love you Ty." "I love you too," Tyler replied. He didn't say anything else but in the back of his mind he hoped that maybe David had just forgotten about what happened that morning. David got up and walked to the door and looked back to the bed as he stepped through it. They smiled at each other; David closed the door and walked back to his own bed unintentionally neglecting to close his bedroom door all the way. He kicked the shorts off as he walked back to his bed and fell back landing sideways on it with his feet hanging over the side. He was drifting off to sleep but he couldn't stop thinking about Tyler. He reached down and wrapped his fingers around his plump shaft giving it a few squeezes, closed his eyes and fell asleep. <><> Tyler lay wide-awake staring at the ceiling long after his dad had closed the door. The room was completely dark except for the moonlight coming in through the windows. The gray, lifeless glow seemed to make everything in the room two-dimensional. The walls and ceiling looked like they were closing in and then rushing away from him into oblivion. Tyler held the sheet up over his chest as he felt his heart beating faster. He tried to take a slow deep breath but his breath seemed to be drawn out of him and sucked into the monotone shadows in the room; that gray hue that suffocated the soft and warm colors that were there in the daylight. For no reason whatsoever he suddenly felt completely alone, isolated and vulnerable. He felt guilty about what happened that morning; the way he had made his dad think that it was his fault. When he finds out, David was going to make him leave; he was sure of it. He was sure that he was going to be sent away; back to live with his cousins after his dream of having a dad finally came true. He dogged himself for screwing that up. He was quickly becoming so worked up he was on the verge of tears. The room continued to expand making Tyler feel as though he were shrinking into nothingness; as though he were being absorbed by the shadows that stretched around him. He could hardly breathe. It felt like someone was sitting on his chest; tears welled up in his eyes and he broke into a cold sweat. He didn't know what to do; he didn't know what was wrong. Looking out of the window that seemed to be such a great distance from his bed, his fear exploded when he saw a monstrous black form appear in the window. Tyler pulled the sheet tight up to his neck and slammed his eyes closed. The rather large, but harmless bat that chased a bug past Tyler's window had no idea what it had triggered in Tyler's mind. Tyler screamed "DAAAAAAAD!" <><> David had been in the deep reaches of sleep when he awoke to the most terrified scream he had ever heard. "TYLER!" he shouted. In an instant he was on his feet racing to the door. In seconds he flew through both doors almost breaking Tyler's door off its hinges as his shoulder slammed into it. He flipped the light on and all but dove to the side of his young boy's bed, landing on his knees with his arms stretched out over the sheet to Tyler's body. He saw a look on Tyler's face that he had never seen on anyone before, his hair was wet with sweat, face as pale as porcelain and his knuckles clenching the sheet so tightly that they too had turned white. Tyler scrambled across the bed to his father's open arms and wrapped his arms around him as he climbed his dad's torso. David wrapped his arms around his body completely confused about what was happening. He stood up while Tyler's arms nearly strangled him and his legs wrapped around his sides. In his mind David thought, "What the fuck is going on?" He pulled his son as tightly to his body as he could and tried calming him down before he fainted from a lack of oxygen. "Tyler, what's wrong? It's okay, it's okay." David said into Tyler's ear as he twisted back and forth, rubbing his boy's back. Tyler's sniffling and hard breathing was strong competition but eventually David's soothing voice seemed to reach through to Tyler bringing him back to reality. David remembered that he wasn't wearing anything and to avoid being caught in the buff, yet again, he carried Tyler back into his room where the light was still off. He kicked the door shut as he walked in and sat down on his bed with Tyler on his lap. Tyler was silent now as David rocked back and forth softly talking to Tyler saying "it's okay" over and over as he stroked his back. He felt Tyler's skin begin to goose bump from the sweat so, with a good yank, he pulled the top sheet off the bed, un-tucked it from the mattress and wrapped it around Tyler's back. He sat back further on the bed and leaned over effectively laying them both on their sides as well as covering his body from ribs to knees with the trailing end of the sheet. "Tyler, please talk to me. What's wrong?" Unsure of how to answer Tyler could only reply with "I don't know." Father and son laid there for quite some time as Tyler regained control of his senses. David put his chin on the top of Tyler's head and continued to rub his hand up and down the sheet-cloaked form of his son's body. "I couldn't breathe," Tyler said breaking the silence. "I don't know why." "Everything is okay now. I've got you." David said. At hearing that, something in Tyler's unconscious mind clicked. As the minutes passed he felt peace again; closing his eyes and feeling the warmth radiating off of his dad's chest against his forehead. Keeping his eyes closed and feeling like he was five years old again, Tyler meekly asked, "Can I stay in here?" David pulled Tyler in tight and put his hand on the back of Tyler's head. "Of course you can. Anytime you ever want to, you can." As the words were coming out of his mouth David wondered what, be it good or bad, he might be getting himself into. <><> Chip woke up with Asher still sleeping under his arm and slowly rubbing his chest, he mapped out his boyfriend's chest and abs in his mind's eye. He kissed the back of Asher's neck and smelled his hair until he realized how badly he needed to pee. Ever so gently he lifted himself out from behind Asher and made his way to the bathroom. He looked back at his naked lover just before closing the door and walking up to the toilet. As he finished he had the idea of breaking in his bathtub. He would wait to turn the jets on until they got in but turned on the water. Not having anything else he could think of, he added a few shakes of aftershave to make the water smell good. He crept out of the bathroom and gathered every candle he could find and placed them around the bathroom and lit them. When the water was nearly halfway up the side Chip turned off the light, gave his eyes a moment to adjust, walked over to Asher and sat on the floor in front of him. Hoping to wake Asher up in the most romantic way he could think of, he leaned forward and gently kissed him on the lips. He held the kiss for a couple of seconds with no success. He kissed him again, with a little more force; then added a little tongue but he still did not stir. Chip laughed a little to him self and put his hand up on Asher's knee and slowly started sliding his hand up his leg, to his hip and gripping his round muscular ass cheek. He slid his fingers in his crack but still nothing. Giving up on the subtle approach he slid up to his shoulder and gently gave Asher a shake. "Follow me... I have a surprise for you" he said as he lifted Asher's hand. Asher's left eye opened halfway for exactly one second before snapping back shut which was followed by an indiscernible grunt. Chip laughed and again made an attempt to get him sitting upright. When Asher re-opened his eyes he could see a glow coming from the bathroom and Chip was naked and already half hard. Okay, his interest was piqued. He could hear the schmaltzy tunes of Kenny G's saxophone floating out of the bathroom and had to smirk. "Really? Kenny G?" he said in a slightly teasing tone, "Who still plays Kenny G.?" "Shut it. This is as close as I could get to being romantic so you're just going to deal with it," he said with a smile standing up while pulling Asher to his feet. They hugged, pressing their naked bodies together. Their lips met as Asher's arms went up over Chip's shoulders and Chip's went south and caressed Asher's bare ass. <><> With just streaks of moonlight peering through the blinds to light the room, David told Tyler to roll over and get more comfortable. Tyler hesitated for a minute and then, against his will, obeyed even though he didn't want to face away. Once he turned and was settled, David got up and in three quick steps, made his way into the closet where he quickly looked for a pair of shorts. Neglecting underwear that was in the dresser across the room he grabbed a pair of cut off sweat pants that he usually wore to work out in and pulled them on along with a very thin white v-neck undershirt and stepped out of the closet. <><> Chip led Asher to the bathroom hand in hand with Asher's head on his shoulder. As they walked in, Asher was the first to climb in sitting at one end of the tub. When he got comfortable he looked up and saw first, Chip's semi-hard cock slowly rising and then up to Chip's face across which a suggestive smile spread. "What?" Asher asked in a playful tone. "I can't help it, you bent over in front of me," He said with a sly grin. "And you being down there at just about the right height isn't helping." Asher lifted his hand to wrap his hand around his lover's growing meat. Pulling his hand away at the last moment he said, "Get your big ass in here." Asher flicked some water up at him. He climbed in and after a couple minutes of getting arms and legs sorted out, both men lay back against opposite ends of the tub with each other's feet on the other's chest. Chip slid down an inch at a time until he could feel the underside of Asher's legs. Reaching between their legs, they restfully and playfully rubbed each other's fingers, dicks and thighs. <><> Tyler felt his dad get up and wanted to turn and watch him. He didn't know that David was naked; he simply wanted to see him. The closet light turned on and after a few seconds turned back off prompting him to turn around. What he saw made his skin flush and breathing stop. He stared at his dad; his tall, strong, handsome dad was walking towards him. His shirt clung tightly to his sides showing off his incredible V-shaped torso and his thick thighs left little room in the legs of his shorts. The aspect of the moment that made Tyler's heart race though was that he was walking to bed... to get in it with him. His lips parted and his mouth hung open a little as he felt like he was about to melt. <><> With the water starting to cool, Chip and Asher decided it was time to get out. Chip stood up followed by Asher rising to his knees and quickly taking Chips long thick cock into his hands. With what can only be described as worship, Asher slowly opened his mouth and gently slid it into his mouth and down his throat until his nose was buried in Chip's short pubes. Chip reached down and pulled his head forward harder until he could feel his balls pressed against Asher's chin. Asher was gifted and was able to breathe comfortably even with a big cock in his throat (he picked up that skill at a very young age thanks to `help' from his stepdad- but more on that later). He hummed around Chip's lengthening cock. He continued to caress Chip's cock with his tongue until he was on the edge of shooting. He paused and tried to look up to Chip's eyes but Chip wasn't able to control himself. He quickly pushed his cock back down his throat. "Suck my cum! Please! Oh fuck, swallow it!" Chip panted and groaned. Asher reached around and grabbed Chips meaty ass with both hands and gave them a good hard squeeze as he felt Chip's cum pulse pass his lips, down his tongue and into his greedy throat. Feeling his boyfriend's cum pumping so deep in his throat he couldn't even taste it had his own precum flowing. Once Chip was able to regain control of his legs he looked his boyfriend in the eyes and stepped out of the tub. Chip lifted him onto the bathroom counter, dropped to his knees, opened his mouth and slowly worked his lips up and down his lover's cock until Asher leaned back, put his hands behind his head and filled Chip's mouth with pulse after pulse of warm sweet cum. Chip stood up and, both of them nearly asleep, they walked to the bedroom, climbed into bed and quickly fell asleep. <><> David turned to the bed and, seemingly in slow motion, saw the most beautiful person anyone had ever seen sit up and turn to look at him. He had never had anyone so perfect waiting for him in bed and definitely not someone who he cared about so deeply. David had sucked, fucked and been fucked by more hot college boys on this bed than he could remember, as well as a few that he was convinced were still in high school and `eighteen' as opposed to actually eighteen. None of them could hold a candle to Tyler though. "We should get under the blankets or one of us is going to wake up cold," he said as he took hold of a free edge of the sheet that wrapped around Tyler. Tyler didn't say a word or break eye contact while he moved up onto his knees as David slowly pulled the sheet from him. David balled it up, tossed it to the side and stood in amazement at Tyler as he sat back on his heels completely unashamed kneeling half naked on the bed, exposing his body to his dad. David put his knee on the bed and peeled back the blanket and watched the little imp quickly climbing under. David sat and pulled the blanket back over them; without hesitation he put his arms around Tyler and pulled him into a hug as he slowly laid back. Tyler was pulled almost on top of his dad's chest and laid his head down on his collarbone. For several minutes Tyler listened to his dad's heartbeat while David rubbed his son's back. As their embrace relaxed, Tyler slouched against David's side and rest his head on his dad's muscular shoulder feeling a little bit of his armpit hair tickling the side of his neck as it peaked out of the sleeve of his shirt. He reached his arm across his chest and as he moved his leg a little, David moved his own leg over encouraging Tyler to drape his knee across it. Their breathing slowly synchronized and they let their eyes once again close. Father and son were both happy that, like they were for the afternoon and evening, they were close again. 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