Three days home alone. Aubrey wished his dad could stay with him, but he knew he had work. He looked at him sitting in the driver's seat of his truck.
Christ, his dad was hot. His simple white t-shirt was a little dirty from work and his jeans were ripped. And those boots...
Aubrey shifted as he felt his cock thicken. Damn. His dad could turn him on like he was a freaking magician. He laughed out loud at that thought.
His dad looked over at him, a furrow between his brows. "What's so fucking funny?"
Aubrey shook his head. "I was just thinking of something, and it was so stupid." He chuckled. "You would probably think it was lame as fuck."
"Lame as fuck?" His dad smirked. "Were you coming up with those tacky romance lines again?"
Aubrey leaned his head back on the seat and laughed. "Why do you use the word tacky?"
His dad groaned. "Oh shit, you were."
They both laughed.
"I was thinking you were like a magician."
His dad groaned again. “Please don't say it..."
"You could turn me on like a magician," Aubrey laughed.
His dad moaned and shook his head. "Jesus, how can you have grown up around me and still come up with such lame shit?" He grinned. "What's that even mean?" He shook his head. "It doesn't even make sense."
Aubrey rolled his head from side to side on the back of the seat. "No, it doesn't." He snickered. "Which is why I was laughing." He rolled his head to look at his dad. "I was just thinking about how hot you look in your work clothes." He let his gaze travel slowly down his body.
His dad shifted and tightened his fists on the steering wheel. "Fuck, boy, don't say shit like that."
Aubrey just shrugged and faced forward. "I can't help it." He smiled to himself.
"Sure you can't," his dad drawled.
They were quiet after that. Aubrey knew he shouldn't push it, but the more time he spent around his dad, the more he wanted more. He wanted to see that cock that helped make him— and shit did that sound wrong. But, it made his own cock rock hard. Shit, he nearly moaned out loud at the feel of blood filling his dick. Oh god, it felt so good. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back on the seat.
If only his dad would reach across and touch him. Just one little touch. Aubrey was sure he'd freaking explode. He bite his lip. He'd rub the heel of his hand up and down.
Aubrey breathed harder.
His dad would press down, oh shit, just that extra pressure would be enough to have him groaning and grinding up and down.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" His dad practically yelled.
He yanked his eyes open and blearily stared at him. "Huh?" Wow, he felt high on hormones and the thought of his dad's hand on his cock.
His dad glanced back and forth between the windshield and his face. "You're touching your goddamn dick!"
Aubrey lowered his gaze. Oh. His hand was covering the front of his crotch. On his very hard cock. He'd not even realized he'd been rubbing himself like he'd imagined his dad would.
"I was just thinking about you," he said quietly.
His dad hit the steering wheel. "Goddammit, Aubrey. Stop!"
He normally wouldn't have, but the desperation in his dad's voice stopped him.
"I'm all wrong for you," his dad said. Aubrey watched his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed. "And not just because I'm your dad." He laughed humorlessly. "But that should be reason enough."
Aubrey stared at him. His heart hurt. He didn't know how to help his dad. What he saw in him, wasn't what his dad saw in himself.
"You're everything," Aubrey said. He felt like he'd already said that so many times. But he'd say it for the rest of his life if he had to.
"I'm nothing," his dad whispered.
Aubrey felt angry tears prick his eyes. "I hate it when you say that. I fucking hate it!"
His dad looked at him. "What the hell would you like me to say?" He pulled onto the side of the road. When he put the truck in park, he turned in his seat. "Would you like me to tell you pretty lies? Because I don't remember ever saying that shit to you. I've always told you the truth."
Aubrey unbuckled his seatbelt and glared at his dad. "Yeah, I know all about the shitty stuff you did in school and as an adult. I know about your lack of relationships and your fucking status as a manwhore." His chest was heaving up and down with each word he spoke. "I know about it all and I still think you're everything." He tossed his hands up in the air. "What the fuck else would you like me do?! How the hell can I show you you're all I've ever wanted and all I'll ever want?"
His dad's forehead pinched as he frowned. "Aubrey, you only think you know—"
"No," he said firmly. "You don't get to say that to me. You don't get to tell me what the hell I know and don't know. Because I. Know. You."
His dad stared at him. His gaze intense and aching at the same time. The air in the truck thickened, nearly suffocating them. There was so much they needed to say, yet they couldn't seem to utter another word. They were caught in the web of each other's eyes.
Aubrey knew with every fiber of his being that he was meant to be with dad. In every way.
"I love you," Aubrey said softly. "I've always loved you." He shrugged helplessly. "I just love you...as everything. I'll never want another person. You're it." And he didn't care that he'd told his dad that before, he'd keep telling him until he got it.
His dad leaned forward slowly. Aubrey felt his breath hitch. He smelled warm earth and winter, mixed with the light smell of sweat. It was an intoxicating smell.
He unbuckled his seatbelt and slowly slid across the seat. Aubrey held his breath as his dad got closer.
Their eyes were fixed on one another's. Aubrey felt his heart beat faster the closer his dad's face got to his.
When he was only a hair’s breadth away, his dad murmured, "I know what you want, but I can't help but think I'm everything you should never have."
Aubrey felt the warm air from his dad's mouth ghost over his own, and it made him want.
"I think you need to shut your mind down and just feel." Aubrey placed his hand over his dad's heart. He felt him inhale sharply. "What's your heart say?"
His dad gazed into his eyes for a few moments. "I've never felt this way before. Not for a woman and never a man." He swallowed. "And definitely not for my son."
Aubrey's mouth curled up on one side. "I'm your only son."
His dad finally smiled. "Yeah, you are. And I've never felt this way about you. Never wanted..."
Aubrey inched just a bit closer. "Never wanted what?"
His dad licked his lips. "I gave in once...I told myself I wasn't going to think about how wrong it was." He shook his head a little. "How wrong I was for you."
Aubrey opened his mouth. His dad shook his head. "No, let me finish."
Aubrey licked his lips and nodded slowly. His dad followed the movement of his tongue.
"I feel like a dick. Because it was me that first felt this...attraction, or whatever it's called, and I can't help but think it was me who, who...planted that thought in your head." He glanced away. "I can't help but think I...polluted you," he whispered. He lowered his gaze.
Aubrey cupped his cheek. "Dad."
His dad started to back away, but Aubrey brought his other hand up and held his face between his hands. "Please look at me".
His dad swallowed a few times, then hesitantly lifted his gaze.
Aubrey was so close he was able to see the imperfections in the smudge of blue. It wasn't a perfect shape. It looked like someone had taken a paint brush and splashed the light blue on a dark brown canvas. Thin veins of blue cracked through the rest of the brown. He'd never noticed those little lines of blue before.
He grinned at his dad. "It's a sign."
His dad sighed. "Why do you always say that?"
"I'll keep saying it until you believe it."
"Why won't you let this go?"
"I can't," he breathed over his dad's lips. "I can't think of anyone else. I can't even look at anyone else."
His dad brought his hands up to Aubrey's hips. He gripped them and leaned his forehead against Aubrey's. "I can't either," he said so low Aubrey wouldn't have heard him if he'd not been this close.
He started to gently scratch the scruff on his dad's cheeks. "Then that's all you should need to know."
His grip tightened a bit on Aubrey's hips. "You're fucking impossible to resist."
Aubrey closed his eyes. "Don't say that unless you mean it."
Aubrey opened his eyes and stared into his dad's. "I mean, don't say that if you're just going to pull away again," he said softly.
Now his dad closed his eyes. "I know," he said quietly. "That was a shitty thing to do. I'm just tying to protect you."
Aubrey lifted his face just enough to lay his lips on his dad’s forehead, gently kissing it. "And I love you even more for it," he said against his skin. He pulled back and looked into eyes. "But I don't need to be protected from you." He felt his eyes burn with tears. "It's actually hurting me for you to pull away like this."
"Aubrey," his dad choked. His gaze was pained and full of uncertainty.
"I know it doesn't make any sense here," he pointed to his dad's head. "But it makes sense here." He laid his hand over his dad's heart. It beat fast and strong.
They were still so close, their faces brushing together and their hands clenching and unclenching on their bodies. The air was hot and thick. It was filled with the anticipation of rutting cocks and wet kisses.
"Goddamn, I want you," his dad moaned.
Aubrey scooted closer, his thigh bumping against his dad's. "I've told you I'm yours." He slid his hands into the back of his dad's hair. "Take me."
"You're going to kill me."
"No," he muttered. "I'm going to bring you back to life."
His dad chuckled hoarsely. "I thought we talked about these tacky as fuck lines of yours?"
Aubrey grinned. "I can't help it. You bring it out of me."
His dad wound his arms around his ass and pulled him onto his lap. "I don't think that's a compliment."
"Just shut up and kiss me."
Their mouths met, rough and hungry. They didn't need to go slow. They'd waited too long for this. They wound their tongues together. His dad tilted his head back, forcing his mouth open wider. He moaned as his dad's tongue licked the roof of his mouth.
His dad dug his fingers into his ass and pressed his chest against Aubrey's. Shit. Aubrey leaned back. They were kissing like they'd never tasted each other before. Their mouths sealed together, their tongues licking. Their pants and groans filled the inside of the truck.
A horn blared.
They broke apart, panting.
"What the hell?" his dad said.
Aubrey blinked. "Huh?"
His dad jerked him upright. The honking stopped.
They stared at each other, their lips red and wet. Their noses brushed together.
"It was you," his dad muttered. "You were leaning on the horn."
A smile slowly lifted the corners of Aubrey's mouth. "I think we should go home."
His dad grinned back. "I think so too."
What the hell was he doing? He didn't have a fucking clue.
But Sterling knew one thing; this goddamn pull he felt towards his own fucking kid wasn't going away. It was like trying to stop the fucking sun from rising: impossible.
He had issues to work though. Lots of issues that he'd shoved away for years, but now? Now he was going to take his boy inside and have his perverted way with him.
They pulled into his lot and he parked with a screech of tires. He and Aubrey both jumped out.
Holy hell, what would his neighbors think if they saw him and his son rushing inside?
He fucking fumbled with the keys, dropping them to the ground.
"Need me to unlock the door for you?"
He swiped the keys up. "I do not," he said.
Aubrey just stood there, really fucking close, as he tried to unlock the door again. When he got it, he held the door open for Aubrey.
His eyes dropped to that ass in those khaki uniform pants. Jesus Christ, that was a nice ass. And damn, did he feel like a fucking perv for thinking that about his own kid.
His dick was also fucking hard. Perv dick.
The door slammed shut behind him, his eyes still on that ass while Aubrey kicked his shoes off.
He shook himself. Get a fucking grip. He bent down and untied his boots. He heard rustling. When he got his boots off, he straightened. And nearly choked on his own fucking spit.
Aubrey stood there, in nothing but his blue boxer briefs. His cock tenting the material. And Sterling's perv dick throbbed and leaked like a goddamn faucet.
Aubrey ambled over to him, and Sterling couldn't take his eyes off that creamy smooth skin and that fucking hard dick.
"You are not getting out of this," Aubrey said.
"I need a shower," he croaked. He backed away, like an intimidated virgin. Which was fucking stupid; Aubrey was the virgin here, not him.
His son stopped right in front of him. He leaned forward and buried his nose in the fabric of his t-shirt, right between his pecs. "I like you this way." He moaned as he rubbed his face back and forth. "You smell so good."
Sterling fisted his hands at his sides, hitting the wall behind him. "You're making this so hard to think."
"I thought you weren't going to think," he purred. Aubrey slid his whole body, like a fucking cat, up against his body. Those blue eyes pierced him as they looked up at him. "Just feel?"
Yeah, that's what he was going to do. He just couldn't seem to shut those damn thoughts down that said he was fucked up.
Aubrey brushed his fingers down his arms. Sterling got fucking goosebumps. Aubrey took his fists off the wall and placed them on his ass.
"Come on, Dad, don't be a tease." He rubbed his chest against Sterling's. "The way you kissed me in the car...that really turned me on." Aubrey bit his lip. "And made me horny as hell."
Sterling felt his dick throbbing painfully in the confines of his jeans. He groaned as he spread his hands on his boy's ass.
Aubrey exhaled shakily. He hooked his fingers in his underwear and pushed them down.
Sterling held his breath as his son's fully naked body came into view. Motherfuckin' shit.
Aubrey backed away, his hard cock swaying gently with each step. His light eyes stared into Sterling's dark ones. Lust and love shone from them, nearly swallowing Sterling whole.
"I'm going to head up to the bed." And then Aubrey turned around and walked up the stairs. Sterling felt frozen in place as he watched that tight ass move back and forth.
Holy. Fucking. Shit. He was going to die.
When his boy was out of sight, he shook himself back to reality.
"Goddamn." He rushed up the stairs and into his room. Aubrey was already lying there, on his back, stroking his dick.
"Stop," he rasped.
"Don't touch it."
Aubrey grinned slowly, that whole smile lighting the entire fucking room. He put his hands above his head.
Sterling flicked on the light. He stared at Aubrey bathed in the glow from the lamps. His fair skin practically gleamed. Jesus Christ, he was waxing poetic like an idiot.
He didn't even know where to start. His fingers twitched with the need to touch everywhere at once.
"Dad," Aubrey panted. "Either touch me or let me touch myself."
Sterling snapped into action, stripping his shirt over his head and shucking his jeans and underwear off. There was no way in hell his boy was going to make himself come. That was his job right now. He got to touch and stroke and lick that cock.
"Oh thank god," Aubrey breathed, his gaze zeroed in on Sterling's cock. "It's big." He raised his eyes to Sterling's.
Sterling didn't break eye contact as he crawled on the bed and over his son. Aubrey stared up at him, his chest heaving rapidly.
Sterling was on all fours, his knees on either side of Aubrey's thighs and his hands bracketing his head. Every time Aubrey inhaled, his stomach brushed the tip of Sterling’s dick. He felt like he could come just from that little touch.
"Dad," Aubrey whispered. "Please touch me."
He leaned down, keeping his hands firmly planted on the mattress. He kissed his son's forehead, then his temple, his cheek, his chin, and then finally, his parted lips. It was a soft, lingering touch of lips to lips.
Aubrey moaned when he pulled away. "Don't stop."
"I'm not," Sterling said. He lowered his body, laying across his boy's. They both inhaled sharply as their skin touched.
"Oh Christ," Aubrey panted.
Their cocks throbbed between them, not touching each other yet, but close.
He buried his face in his neck. Aubrey moaned and tilted his head back. Sterling opened his mouth and sucked the skin there.
"Oh god," Aubrey groaned loudly.
Sterling licked over the red spot he'd sucked.
"Shit, yes," Aubrey breathed. He rutted his hips.
He moved down his boy's body. He licked and sucked across his chest. His lips brushed a nipple and Aubrey jerked.
He grinned. He'd discovered a sensitive area on his son. He stuck the tip of his tongue out and flicked Aubrey's nipple.
"Oh my fucking god!"
Damn, his boy was loud.
Sterling closed his lips around the pink nipple and gently sucked.
"Oh! Oh! Shit, shit, shit!"
Sterling had to hold his boy's arms down. He was moving too much.
Aubrey groaned loudly when he moved his mouth to the other nipple.
Motherfucker, he'd never enjoyed nipple play this much. Goddamn, his son's nipples tasted like an intoxicating drug.
"Dad, fuck! Dad, I'm gonna come."
Sterling lifted his head. Aubrey's neck was arched, his fists clenched above his head, his eyes closed, and his mouth open.
"You're sixteen, you can come more than once."
Aubrey tried to get his hands free.
"No," Sterling said. He switched both arms to one of his hands. "I'll make you come."
"Jesus," Aubrey groaned.
He slid his hand down his son's damp skin; across his flat stomach and over the hard, smooth cock.
"Oh shit, I'm gonna come." Aubrey squeezed his eyes shut.
Sterling wrapped his fingers around the warm shaft of his son, and lowered his head to those delicious, pink nipples again.
Aubrey's body arched and thrashed as he sucked and bit on his nipples. He stroked his boy's cock, slowly, then fast.
"Holy mother of god!" Aubrey yelled. Then his dick was pulsing and he was coming.
Sterling switched to the other nipple and nipped and licked it, his hand pumping his son's cock.
Aubrey was yelling and moaning. Christ, he was loud and it turned Sterling the fuck on.
"Dad," Aubrey softly moaned. "Too much."
He didn't stop licking his nipple or slowly jerking his cock.
"Too sensitive," Aubrey breathed.
One more drop of cum dripped from the tip. Aubrey weakly tried to get his hands free.
Sterling suckled the nipple one more time, then he lifted his head. His hand stilled on his boy's cock. Aubrey was flushed and breathing hard. His eyes were a shade darker; his lips red and wet.
Sterling pressed his cum coated hand into his son's stomach, and dragged it upward, leaving a sticky trail.
"I think, it's my turn."
Aubrey felt like he'd waited a lifetime for this. He watched his dad straddle his hips. Fuck yes.
His hands were still being held above his head. But he didn't care. He felt completely safe with his dad hovering over him. Not even that lust filled, hungry gaze worried him.
He felt his cock begin to stir again.
"Are you sure you want this?" His dad's voice was rough and low.
"I do." He stared up at him; his eyes were so dark, but that piece of blue in the left eye brightened them. It was like day and night mixing together as one. They didn't fit, but somehow they still merged as one. Aubrey smiled. It was like him and his dad. They didn't belong together like this, yet they still were.
And it was goddamn perfect.
His dad lowered himself onto his elbows. Their bodies melted into each other's. Carding his fingers through Aubrey's hair, he asked, "What's the smile for?"
Aubrey brought his hands to his dad's shoulders. "I was thinking about us." He chuckled. "More signs."
His dad smiled, revealing his white teeth. "You and your signs."
Aubrey ran his hands down his dad's back and across his hips. "You know what else is a sign?" He shoved his hands between their bodies and gripped his dad's cock. "This is a sign that you need to come."
His dad's pupils dilated and his nostrils flared. "We'll talk about your lame ass lines later." Then he rolled them over, so Aubrey was on top.
"Does this mean I get to taste you now?" Aubrey couldn't help but lick his lips. He'd been waiting for a taste of his dad's cock.
"You can do whatever the fuck you want, baby." His dad brought his face down to his and kissed him.
Aubrey groaned low in his throat as he opened his mouth. Holy shit, could his dad kiss. Their heads turned and their chests heaved. Their tongues twined together. Aubrey tangled his legs around his dad's and dug his fingers into his sides. Jesus Christ, his dad was fit. He moaned as he rutted on him.
"Not yet," his dad said against his mouth. "Don't come yet." Then he held Aubrey's head between his hands, so he couldn't move. Aubrey was helpless as his dad shoved his tongue practically down his throat. He had no control over what his dad would do.
He freaking loved it.
He laid there, his mouth open so wide it ached, and let his dad have his way.
He nipped his tongue. Aubrey whimpered. He sucked it into his mouth. Aubrey felt like he was going to implode from the sheer pleasure of his dad's tongue alone.
Suddenly, his dad ripped his mouth away. Aubrey still didn't move. His head was held up by his dad's hands, his mouth was still open and panting. He couldn't even open his eyes. He groaned when nothing happened. What the hell was his dad doing?
"Aubrey, baby," his dad's voice sounded pained. "Motherfucker, will you touch me?"
He mentally shook himself. Blinking his eyes several times, he looked at his dad. Hot damn. Those eyes were burning with lust, and love. Always love.
"Fuck yeah, Dad," he croaked.
"Just your hand...you don't have to..."
"Dad." He scratched his fingers through the scruff on his cheeks. "Shut up." He kissed him once on the mouth.
Without waiting for him to say anything, Aubrey slid down his dad's body. There was no freaking way he was going to just touch. He had to taste.
He swallowed hard when he saw, up close, his dad's cock. Damn, it was thick and uncut. And a couple of inches longer than his. The tip was red and leaking. Aubrey's mouth watered at the sight. He reached his finger out and caught the next drop of precum. His dad was watching him, his gaze hot. Looking him in the eye, Aubrey sucked the liquid off his finger.
"Fuck," his dad said.
"Mmm, I never knew precum could taste so good." Without breaking eye contact, he stuck his tongue out and swiped the head.
"Fuck, motherfucker, fuck," his dad groaned.
Aubrey had never thought about putting a cock in his mouth. But this cock, his dad's cock, was all he could think about right now.
He opened his mouth and sucked the tip.
"Jesus fucking Christ." His dad jerked his hips up, pushing his cock in further. Aubrey choked a bit, but he didn't pull away. He stilled his dad with hands on his hips.
"Sorry, kid, sorry." His dad was breathing shallowly.
Aubrey breathed deeply though his nose. He'd never done this, but he was determined to not give up. He wanted his dad's cock too much.
He kept his teeth folded in his lips and used his tongue. He licked up the underside, sucking as he lifted his head.
"Yeah, baby, just like that," his dad panted. His hands were white knuckled as he clenched the sheets.
Aubrey swirled his tongue around the head, using the tip to lick under the ridges.
He hollowed his cheeks and sucked hard.
"Aubrey, shit!" His dad bucked his hips. Aubrey coughed. "Shit, sorry." His dad sounded delirious.
Aubrey took another deep breath through nose and went back to sucking hard. He bobbed his head up and down. His tongue flattened on the underside of his cock.
"I'm gonna come, baby."
He bobbed his head one more time, sucking hard on the way up. He stayed at the head and flicked the slit with the tip of his tongue.
"Aubrey!" His dad shouted, as he tried to push his head away.
Aubrey didn't budge. He wanted that cum.
Warm liquid shot down his throat. He coughed, but forced himself to swallow. Damn. There was so much it leaked from the corners of his mouth and down his chin.
Oh shit. He knew he'd never get tired of tasting his dad's cum.
He sucked until there wasn't anymore, then he pulled off and licked it clean.
"Damn, kid," his dad rasped.
Aubrey wiped his face. His mouth was sore, but goddamn, that was hot. "When can we do that again?"
His dad threw his head back and laughed. "Come here." He motioned him up.
Aubrey crawled over him and flopped down. He put his hands on his dad's chest and rested his chin on top of them.
His dad gently caressed his back with his fingertips. "I love you."
Aubrey smiled. "I love you too."