Theme: Gay Erotica m/m with incest
I wouldn’t say my son Callum was a disappointment, more that we didn’t have much in common. Physically, we were poles apart. I’m a big guy, 6’5”, with a hefty build and more muscle than fat. I make my living in scrap metal with a yard in East London and two used motor dealerships in Seven Kings and Ilford, Essex. It’s a hard world full of dubious characters. I should know. I’m one of them.
Callum was a tiny boy, a small teenager, and, at 19, a slightly taller man. He put on a few inches at 15 and now topped out at 5’8”. I’d take that over what might have been. He was bookish, clever and quiet. And yes, this is a long way of saying he is gay.
My wife of 22 years was Gwen. Blonde, bubbly, busty and 5’1. Our relationship was traditional, she deferred to me as her husband, and when I fuck up, she bollocks me. Defer didn’t mean passive or a doormat. One oddity of our relationship, if oddity is the right word, our sex life was banging. She loved sex, I loved sex, and we loved having sex with each other. And, on occasion, other people. We weren’t swingers. Our dalliances were independent of each other and rarely coincided. It was like we instinctively knew the other was ‘playing’, so the other played it straight.
Our daughter, Cynthia, was 22 (do the math) and at Edinburgh University. She was the opposite of Callum in personality. She was also bright, a redhead and a looker like her mum, and tall—she was a fraction taller than her brother. Callum inherited his dark, floppy hair from me, and that was about it.
Gwen defended Callum like a tigress. Any unnecessary comment, a tasteless gay joke and boy, did I get it in the neck. Fiercely protective didn’t do her justice. Cynthia, too, looked out for Callum, and I did in my undemonstrative, clueless way. But we weren’t close, and that was as much my fault as anyone’s, or as Gwen put it, it was all my fucking fault.
I’ll be honest. I’m not great at noticing things are off. Usually, I rely on Gwen or Cynthia to tell me. This time, it was Gwen.
“Jack, first off, don’t start storming around.”
Okay, I’m going to be storming.
“Callum is going through something, and it’s upset him. He is being abused.”
I guessed it wasn’t by two hot blondes with huge tits. Still, fingers crossed.
“There are these two men.” I uncrossed my fingers. “Both older, and they have shot compromising videos of Callum.”
“Coerced?”
Gwen shook her head. “No, it was consensual. Silly, but he’s only a boy, and we all do foolish things.”
“And now they are using the videos to coerce him?”
“Yes.”
“To do what? Callum’s best mate is Jonny, and he’s gay; I mean, everyone knows he’s gay, and if this arsehole puts out a sex tape, well, it’s embarrassing at best, I guess.”
“It depends on who they are threatening to send the tape to.”
“Yeah, maybe, but I’m struggling to think of anyone who will give a shit.”
“It’s you, dear.”
“Me?”
“It would destroy Callum if you saw or knew about it. Cynthia, you would be mad, but it’s sex, and you’re relaxed about these things. She would be embarrassed but defiant. But Callum is different. He knows that you don’t approve of him or his lifestyle. He’s lived with that for years. He knows he’s not what you want in a son.”
“I’ve never said anything to him!”
“Exactly!”
I didn’t argue. I never win. “So, why are you telling me if Callum would be upset if I knew about it, and how do you get involved?”
“I saw Callum was hurting and upset, and he confided in me. He desperately wanted you to be kept out of this, so I spoke to the lads.”
“And?”
“They said they would swap Callum’s sex tape for one of me.”
I knew Gwen, her history and the lengths she would go.
“I agreed.” Her chin jutted out defiantly. “Blow job only.”
“And they reneged.”
“Yes.”
“So, if I’m keeping track here, they had one sex tape, and now they have two sex tapes.” Gwen did have a knack for complicating matters. And for the record, I didn’t give a shit about her tape or Callum’s.
“I don’t care about mine. I’m just annoyed that I was stupid and gullible. It’s hardly my first sex tape, or ours for that matter!”
True. It wouldn’t be the first involving other people, either. “No. But they were done as a laugh, for fun. I’m not having some low life disrespecting my wife.”
“Or upsetting Callum.”
“That goes without saying.” Gwen gave me a look, but she was on shaky ground, so she held her tongue. “Anyway, now you’re involving me. How is Callum taking that?”
“It was his idea. He is now more upset on my behalf! He wants his father to protect his mother, no matter the consequences to him.”
That impressed me. It was the right thing to do. You don’t knock people for doing the right thing. Gwen knew me well enough to know this, but Callum probably didn’t—my fault.
“Jack. No bodies in the Thames.”
I grunted. Fuckers should be so lucky.
Chapter Two
They were two chancers from Liverpool living out of a studio flat in Bayswater. They weren’t keen on letting me in until I said I was Callum’s Dad and Gwen’s husband, and they buzzed me up. They had the goods and figured I was there to bargain. They smelt payday.
They were tasty-looking—one white, one mixed race—smooth and nasty. I wondered which one Gwen had blown.
“Lost your wife again?” the white one grinned.
I smacked him. I was wearing brass knuckles, so it had to hurt—bone, teeth, maybe both. I wasn’t sure and didn’t care. A razor pressed to his throat gave the other half of the dynamic duo valuable thinking time to assess his options.
“You can have the videos we shot, man!”
“Obliged. Like you don’t have copies stashed.”
“I swear, film card and memory stick! No backups.”
“Where?”
“Desk drawer.” He flicked his head to the unit in the corner.
I sent him sprawling towards it and pulled open the drawers. Film cards and memory sticks were neatly filed. They even had names on them. Guys were organised. I took what was mine.
“Your pal needs to watch his mouth in future,” I said.
“Just a bit of fun, man. Callum was up for it, then backed off. Just wanted to set him straight.”
I was pretty sure nothing was setting Callum straight. I kept that to myself.
“Just a bit of fun, huh? Well, I don’t hear you laughing, and I certainly ain’t.” I flipped back the razor. “I strongly advise you boys to fuck off back to Scouse land. My wife says I had to be gentle, so I was. Next time, they’ll be fishing bits of you out of the fucking Thames.” I booted mixed-race boy in the ribs and left.
Later, I got word they had fucked off back to the frozen north within the week.
I tossed the memory stick and card into the front seat of my Jaguar and pulled out a mini laptop. I would give Gwen her video later and claim my reward—hell, we would probably watch it. Gwen, I suspected, was titillated by the idea of saving her boy and indulging in a sordid blow job. If I had to guess, she wouldn’t have chosen white boy. She was a great woman, but the morals of an alley cat—peas in a pod, me and Gwen.
There were several files on the stick, labelled Callum’s mum, Callum, Femboy, sissy boy and twink(le) ass. I assumed that was some gay joke. I hesitated. Did I really want to see this? The answer was yes. Prurient curiosity or plain old sick bastard? Both, I guess.
I pressed the Callum file and was presented with an image of Callum I never saw. He was smiling, happy. Eyes shining, hair in a headband, and, I think, a trace of make-up. A cock appeared. White boy. Nothing special, but Callum’s eyes went wide, and he kissed the cock with a seductive giggle.
“You gonna suck for the camera, Cali? We’re gonna make a star out of you.”
“Promises, promises.” Callum’s voice was a slightly higher pitch, with more arch than I usually heard. I guessed he butched up in my presence or femmed up here. He seemed more natural in the video.
Callum was soon sucking on that dick. I went forward. Now he was on all fours spreading his cum splattered arse. I figured I had skipped past the main event. Then the mixed-race boy appeared and stabbed his cock home. Second round, ding, ding. He was carrying more heat, and Callum was soon whimpering like a bitch. The camera cut to his face. It was a picture of eye-rolling pleasure as he begged to be fucked, to be pimped, basically to be used as they saw fit. I guess he changed his mind afterwards.
It wasn’t all one-way traffic. Callum was getting sucked off by white boy, and I noticed with some familial pride that Callum was sporting a reasonable package.
“Way to go, Callum!” I chuckled to myself. I skipped through more files, all showcasing Callum sucking and fucking, and generally have a whale of a time. Shame for him that it all went south.
My impressions were mixed. First was surprise at seeing the real Callum, rather than the timid, barely saying-a-word Callum that I was used to. I repressed the boy. Not knowingly, but I did, and it reflected poorly on me. This Callum in between the sex was sparkly, alive, good fun and sweet. I never saw him like that or encourage it. My other overriding impression was that Callum had a slender, sexy body and that I reacted to it in a non-fatherly manner.
Chapter Three
On some level, it was not a huge surprise. I got a hard-on seeing my son getting tapped by the two lads. I like porn, I like sex, and while never going for gay porn, I liked watching dudes fucking the shit out of sexy girls, including on one occasion my wife, when a party got out of hand with the drink and the coke. My son wasn’t a girl, but he was damn cute.
I showed Gwen the fruits of the deed she had set her gallant Knight. Her response was: “You know these two arseholes will have more than one copy, right?”
“Yes, but what the fuck do we care? I put the manners on them; they are very sorry and will be good boys on pain of a very nasty demise.”
Gwen smiled. What she wanted more than the tapes was retribution. “Good!” she paused. “Did you watch?”
“No, figured you can give me a blow-by-blow account when we watch it later and then I can smack your arse for being a wicked wife.”
She giggled. “Sounds fun!”
I waited for the follow-up question, but it didn’t come. “I watched Callum’s, though.”
That surprised her. “Oh my God, why, Jack? The whole idea was for you not to watch!”
“Curious, I guess.”
“It’s just who he is, Jack. We have to accept it.”
“I do.”
“No, you don’t. You both put up barriers. Callum because he is hurt, and you because you are an insensitive arsehole!”
I guessed my good deed points had expired. “I agree.”
“There you go!” She paused. “Agree what?”
“That I have built a wall between us. Yeah, I kind of accept he is gay, but I judge him, too, and that was wrong of me. I liked the Callum I saw. Fun, happy. Cute butt,” I added with a grin.
“Jack! You can’t say that; he’s our son!”
“Still has a cute butt, though.”
“Yes, well.” Gwen flushed a little.
I told you I knew my wife.
“And you’ve watched his videos,” I said.
“Only to verify they were being straight with me! They were making demands; I needed to make sure I wasn’t being tricked!”
Yeah, and how long did that take? Five minutes and then you slobbered over the first cock in your face. I was smiling broadly, and Gwen knew exactly what I was thinking. To her credit, she didn’t deny it. “I think enough has been said on the subject. Thank you for coming to our rescue, kind sir.”
“You are most welcome, fair damsel.”
“Perhaps I should thank you most properly,”
That’s right, distract me with sex. To be fair, it always worked. I unzipped my pants and pulled out 9 inches of Jack Hardin grace and favour.
Gwen’s hands flew to her face. “Why, sir! What is a lady to do with that?”
“She can get on her knees and suck it like the fucking trollop she is!” I growled.
****
I was dozing contentedly when Callum arrived home. Gwen slapped me awake. “He’s here. He’s been a bag of nerves. Now go and assure our son that everything is fine and we all love him!”
“Now?”
“Yes, now!”
“Okay, okay, woman. Can’t a man rest his weary bones in peace anymore?”
“Your bones will be resting permanently if you don’t make things right with Callum!”
I ambled up to Callum’s room. Some god-awful music was playing. I knocked and waited. The door opened a fraction, and two big eyes looked up at me.
“Can I come in?” I asked.
He opened the door, and I entered. It was a typical teen dwelling, except it was immaculately tidy, and his study books were filed alphabetically. The walls were adorned with music gig posters and half-naked boys—mostly Asian. “Okay, if I sit?”
He nodded again. I took the desk chair, and he took the bed.
“It occurs to me, or at least it occurred to your mother, that I’ve been an insensitive arsehole.”
A faint smile at this. “No, you’re a great Dad. Better than most.”
“Well, I’ll take it, but tell your mother, huh? I could do with the points.”
“She thinks you’re a great Dad too.”
“Yeah, well. Thing is, son, I love you and—” I didn’t get any further as the floodgates opened. I scooted over to Callum’s side. “Hey, it’s okay.” I was more concerned Gwen would hear him crying and march in with a meat cleaver. I put my arm around him and held him tight. It seemed to do the trick.
“Mum messaged me and said you had sorted out those arseholes. I’m sorry I put Mum through that, and you had to clear my mess.” He finally sniffed.
“It’s my job, and your Mum can take her share of the blame.”
“No! I was horrified by what they made her do for me! It was horrible! She is such a good woman and mother.”
Gwen’s motivation hadn’t been entirely altruistic, but it mostly was, so I didn’t argue. “Anyway, here’s the memory stick with your—er—misdeeds on them.”
Callum stared at the memory stick and then at me. “Thanks.” I could see the question forming in his head before it scurried away. I didn’t tell him I watched him in action. Kid was traumatised enough. He took the stick and held it tight. An awkward moment descended. What would Gwen say? Cute butt was probably out.
“I’ll get out of your hair in a minute, but you don’t have to hide around me or in this house. Be yourself. Be you. I like you.” I smiled and then froze as the waterworks started again. He cried for a good five minutes, and I sat there like a lemon, holding him.
He got up, fetched a tissue from his desk drawer, and blew his nose. I stood, figuring it was time to leave.
“Dad, you’re the best!” And with that, he flung his arms around me and kissed me on the cheek.
It was my turn to be flustered. “I try to be and remember what I said about being yourself.”
“I will, I really will, Dad.” He wiped his eyes again, and I made my exit.
“Well?” Gwen asked, anxiety wringing her face.
“I fucking nailed it!” I grinned. I was pleased with myself. Who said I couldn’t do feelings?
“Really?”
“Yeah, really! We had a great chat. He cried a little, but you know, a good cry, like you do sometimes, not that it’s a girly thing—”
“Shut up, Jack. You’re ahead, don’t ruin it.”
I shut up. “I gave Callum the memory stick, and no, I didn’t say I watched it!”
“The stick? You mean the one that also had my misdeeds on it?” she said sweetly.
Fuck! “I’ll be right back, babe!” I called out as I bounded up the stairs.
Chapter Four
I didn’t pay much heed after that, but it eventually dawned on me that Callum had taken my words to heart. It was like seeing a flower slowly bloom. Footwear was the first thing I noticed when all three of us were watching TV. He and Gwen were sitting together, their feet on the stool. Callum was wearing sandals or slippers with a furry strap and a block heel. His toenails were painted a dark red colour, his fingers, too.
Gwen noticed me looking and nudged Callum. He reddened a little, and then Gwen said: “What do you think of Callum’s nail polish, Jack?”
I was at a loss for words, and then I realised I should answer if it were Gwen. Positively. “Looking good, son, very—er—sexy.”
Callum reddened even more, but his look of delight was heartening. I smiled at him, and he smiled back.
“I told you your Dad would like them, dear,” said Gwen.
“Thanks, Dad.”
“No worries, son. No worries.” Duty done, I relaxed.
Next to go were the long, baggy t-shirts Callum habitually wore around the house. He began to reveal himself, like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon. Tighter tops and tighter shorts. How they weren’t hurting his balls was a mystery. Maybe he liked it, and I admit I enjoyed looking. He had a great arse, peachy and firm, ripe for squeezing. He had lovely long legs, and his belly button piercing was now on show.
I hadn’t noticed the piercing before and asked him about it at breakfast.
“Had it for a year now. Do you think it looks cute?”
“Very cute.”
He put his arm around me and kissed me as I sat at the table. The kisses were getting more frequent. “I could get used to all this kissing!” I joked. “What with you and your mum.”
“Good! Because I love kissing you, Daddy!” To prove it, he kissed me again, this time on the lips, and then, with an impish smile, he disappeared upstairs.
“So, you’re Daddy, now?” Gwen remarked, having caught the last interaction.
“Yeah, I guess.” I hadn’t realised being a little preoccupied with the kiss.
“Did you enjoy it?”
“Sorry?”
“The kiss.”
I shrugged. “It was okay.”
“Don’t give me that, Jack Hardin! The look on your face said it all. You enjoyed Callum kissing you!”
Gwen’s face was alive with mischief. And then it clicked. “You’ve been encouraging him, haven’t you, woman?”
“I’ve been encouraging him to express himself around the house. It’s a safe space. You’ve been doing the same!”
It sometimes took a while for me to catch on to my wife’s little schemes, but once I caught on, she was easy to read. “You love it! Callum dangling his sweet ass in front of me! The kissing and ‘Daddy’. You reckon I’m going to take him to bed and tap his ass?” I was grinning. I also had a boner.
“Jack!”
I cut short the horrified routine. “Save it, babe. I know you, and you love all that gay erotica. Nothing hotter than two hot guys getting it on, according to you.”
“Okay!” she lowered her voice. “It is hot watching him flirt with you.”
“Well, I wouldn’t call it flirting.”
“Of course, he’s flirting!”
“I’m his Dad.”
“And he adores you! Add in the fact he’s a teenage boy, and he’ll pretty much fuck anything, especially his hot Dad.”
“We’re just playthings for you, aren’t we?” I shook my head in mock sorrow.
“Oh, you can stow it too! You’d be in there if he offered it up!”
“Except I’m not gay.”
“No, but you’re curious, aren’t you? Not to mention you’d fuck anything with a heartbeat.”
I stood up and closed the kitchen door. “Yeah, okay, I’d have his sweet ass, but only if he wants to and offered it up. Happy now?”
Gwen giggled. “My two lovely boys in a hot, steamy embrace.”
“Very fucking funny. But this ain’t a laughing matter. How would you feel if it happened?”
“Jack. I’d rather this and have you two hunkered behind your walls and being miserable. He’s nineteen, wants love in his life, and wants a Daddy figure. Who better than his actual Daddy?”
****
Once the idea was in my head, I couldn’t shake it. When we settled down and watched TV for the evening, Callum and I began sharing the sofa. He would lean his head against my shoulder, and I would put my arm around him.
Gwen kept half an eye on us and half an eye on the TV. I asked Callum if he wouldn’t prefer to be out with friends at a gay bar or wherever gay teenagers hang out. He said he was in the middle of his studies and preferred to be at home.
“Always happy to have you with us, Callum,” I would reply, and he hugged and kissed me. Usually playful, sometimes a tad more significant. We were both enjoying the tease, and maybe it would, maybe it should, have stopped there. But it didn’t.
Gwen had retired to have a long soak and a pamper in the bath. Callum came down as I was watching a film. I looked up at him as he lingered at the door.
“Finish your studies, son,” I asked.
“Yes, Daddy.” He walked over to me and asked if he could sit on my lap.
“Yeah, I guess.” Okay, this could get awkward. He weighed next to nothing. He snuggled in the crux of my arm.
“What’s the film?” He asked.
“It’s a classic. North by Northwest.” I love old films. Cary Grant, Jimmy Stewart.
He held out a leg and waggled his foot. His nails were painted a dainty pink.
“Is the film good?”
“Yeah.”
“Daddy, can I ask you something?”
Best not. “Yes.”
“Are you okay with me kissing you? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable—”
I kissed him. I mean, proper kissed him. Tongues and loud noises. We ate each other’s faces.
“Wow! I guess that’s a yes!” He gasped when we came up for air. His mouth was red from where my stubble had mashed into him.
I grabbed his head and kissed him more tenderly, pulling his lip, tiny flicks of my tongue.
“I love you, Daddy,” he whispered.
“I love you too, darling.” I think that was the first time I had used an endearment for Callum.
He squirmed in my lap, excitement in his eyes. “Do you want me to?” He left the question open-ended.
I shook my head. “Your old man needs to go slowly on this.”
“I understand, Daddy. I’ll always be here for you. Whatever you need.”
“Thanks, I appreciate that.” I kissed him again. He had a lovely, sweet mouth. “Now scoot and make me a cup of tea.” I slapped his arse as he stood and waited for him to leave before making my boner comfortable in my pants.
Chapter Five
I told Gwen the following day, and she excitedly hopped from one leg to another. “Tell me everything!”
“We kissed. I snogged his face off.”
“That’s it?”
“Pretty much.”
“Where, when, how, what was it like? Did Callum enjoy it?”
Why do women always want chapter and verse? I explained how it happened, and yes, it was good—great, in fact. Gwen drank it in and then went to find Callum.
I was tinkering in the garage later that afternoon—partly to escape Gwen—when Callum made an appearance. This was a rarity. Callum never ventured into the garage. It was my territory, and Callum stayed clear, having zero interest in anything mechanical.
He wore a long, thin shirt like a dress and white pumps. He paused at the doorway as if seeking permission. I nodded him in.
“Shirts as dresses now, is it?”
He looked nervous. “I can change, Daddy.” He was wary of resurrecting the past between us.
“You’re okay. You look very sexy. I trust you are wearing panties.”
He gave me an innocent smile and raised his shirt to reveal a white thong, which was doing nothing to conceal his erection. I swear it winked at me. I stared unabashedly at his dick.
“You trying to seduce your old man?” I finally asked.
He shrugged. “Maybe.”
“And if it works?”
“I dunno, go with the flow, I guess.”
“You reckon you can handle the flow?”
“I’m nearly twenty, Dad, I can handle—” I reached out and grabbed his neck. Callum squealed as I planted his ass on the workbench, mashed my lips against his and rubbed his dick with my thumb.
Callum made a soft mewling sound as I shoved my tongue down his throat, his legs wrapping themselves around my waist. I ripped the thong from him. It was pointless, and it annoyed me. His hard dick waved above soft, plump plums, all inviting and succulent. I needed to taste them. I unhooked Callum’s legs, pressed him in half and took those sweet fruits in my mouth. They tasted fresh and warm. My tongue swirled and lapped around them.
My son’s mewling became louder. He hadn’t expected me to pleasure him orally. I hadn’t expected it either. I straightened, making a smacking sound with my lips.
“I’m going to eat you alive, princess,” I grinned. “But not today.” I unzipped, and he craned forward to see my iron-hard cock.
“Oh god, Daddy! It’s a gorgeous monster!” His eyes were wide as he stared at my dick.
I took my cock in hand and rubbed against his dick and balls. They were appetising, and I looked forward to eating them, but right now, I needed to fuck.
Callum rested his feet on my shoulders, and I popped my thumb into his ass. It slipped in easily enough. “No lube?”
He shook his head. “I should be okay, Daddy!” He stiffened as I fingered his hole.
“You mean your boy pussy has had plenty of dick?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Quite the slutty little princess, aren’t you?” I leaned over and stuck my finger in the tub of Vaseline on the shelf above the bench. “Still, I reckon you’re going to need some grease on your boy cunt.” I worked the gloop into his hole. “You ready, Princess?”
He nodded eagerly. I grabbed his ankles and bent his legs wide. My ram-hard dick nuzzled against his freshly greased boy pussy.
“Fuck me, Daddy, fuck your Princess!” He moaned as I teased his hole.
“Sure thing, son.”
I speared it home, and it slid right in with ease. The boy must have been taking cock twenty-four fucking seven!
“Oh, God, Daddy, yes! Your cock is in so fucking deep!” He jerked on the end of it, his dick doing a small dance of joy in front of me.
I revelled in the moment, the sensation of being balls deep in my son’s arse. He had just the right amount of grip and enough give for a good solid pounding. I sawed back and forth, angling my cock upwards like I sometimes did when I fucked his mother.
Callum shrieked, begged and cried my name as I fucked him until he was an emotional basket case. His load splattered over his stomach. I pulled out and shot my load in turn, leaving a trail from tummy to chin.
“Fuck that was great, Princess!”
He half wheezed, half laughed as he lay on the bench, chest heaving, his legs dangling down and twitching. Fuck, he is cute! I pulled his plums into my mouth and sucked on them, then ran my tongue up his semi-erect shaft and tasted his cum—or mine. It had gotten messy.
I let Callum recover his breath and then helped him off the bench. He was a little unsteady on his feet. “Go and get cleaned up.” I fondled his arse as he clung to me.
“That was fucking awesome, Daddy. I love you!”
I lifted his chin and kissed him. “Love you too, Princess.”
Reluctantly, he pulled away. I stopped him at the door. “Oh, and keep that boy pussy of yours lubed, you never know when I might fancy another go!”
Callum giggled and promised he would.
I wiped myself and tucked my dick in my pants.
“Now, what the hell are we going to tell his mother?” I mused aloud.
Chapter Six
Fortunately for me, Callum got in first. This was not a huge surprise. Callum and Gwen were close, like Cynthia and me were close.
Gwen was quiet, unusually so for her. Finally, I asked: “We good?”
She regarded me for a moment. Then replied: “We’re good.”
“Because if not, it will be a one-off thing.”
“You mean it isn’t a one-off thing?”
“I don’t know. That’s up to Callum, I guess.”
“Then it isn’t a one-off thing. Callum has never been so happy.”
“That’s good, right?”
“Yes.”
Even I could see the ‘but’ hovering between us. “Spill.”
“It’s always being you and Cynthia and me and Callum.”
“And now you are feeling left out.”
“Being around Callum has increased your self-awareness,” she smiled.
“You haven’t lost Callum. He’s just gained a father.” I’m going to have that printed on a fucking t-shirt.
“And a bit more!”
I shrugged. What could I say? She was right, though. Cynthia and I had always been tight, even though she wasn’t my biological daughter. I met Gwen when she was working the streets and doing a bit of porn on the side. Her guy at the time got handsy with her. I happened to see it as I was walking by. I knew a lot of the working girls—great girls in the main. I told the guy to stop. He didn’t. So I stopped it on his behalf.
Gwen repaid me with sex that night. She was two months gone. We were married six months later. We never told Cynthia, but it was pretty obvious as she was a strapping redhead with green eyes. For me, though, she was my girl. Callum came later and was mine. I think it was Gwen’s way of balancing the universe.
“You’re going shopping with him tomorrow,” said Gwen.
“Yeah.” I wasn’t looking forward to that. He wanted new clothes for our trip to Lincoln to check out the university there. I tried not to look too horrified at a shopping trip, but he was excited, so I gave in. Callum had too many clothes, but what the fuck do I know.
“You can go in my place,” I said hopefully.
“No, he wants you.”
“The novelty will wear off,” I assured her.
“Knowing your track record on shopping trips, ain’t that the truth!”
Saturday dawned, and Callum dragged me around London boutiques, trendy shops, and tiny cafes I didn’t know existed. It was where his mates hung out, and I was grateful for that; it took the pressure off me. Jonny and the others kept staring at me like I was some exotic beast rarely seen in this world of boutiques, trendy shops and tiny cafes. Everyone was gay or gay adjacent. I looked like an extra out of a gangster film.
Callum was showing me off. Understandable, but it was wearing thin. I chose to sit slightly away from Callum and his group when they stopped for coffee and a bite. It’s not like I understood a fucking word of what they were talking about anyway.
A couple of likely lads started giving one of Callum’s friends a bit of grief. Usual shit; ‘you bumped me and spilt my beer/coffee/whatever’. Just an excuse to rag on someone who isn’t fighting back in a month of Sundays.
It seemed not everyone was gay. Or they were the gay equivalent of likely lads. I didn’t want to stereotype.
“Cut it out, lads,” I said, friendly-like.
“What’s it you? You their fucking dad?”
“Or pimp!” the other added. Cue much hilarity.
“Dad. Now cut the shit.”
“Your lad got coffee over me. Reckon he should buy me another.”
“It’s okay, Daddy, I’ll buy him a coffee,” Callum cut in quickly.
“Oh, this one’s your lady, sorry lad—”
I hauled the little shit out of his chair and kicked his legs out from under him so his face bounced off the table.
“You fucking—” His mate choked off when he saw the brass knuckles and held his hands up. “No need to be so fucking heavy, mate!”
“Don’t tell me. You were having a laugh.” Same fucking excuse every lairy cunt gives when it goes south.
Mate number one picked himself up, his lip and nose bleeding. “Fucker!”
Mate number two hustled mate number one away. “Funs over, ladies and gents,” I smiled to the gawping public.
People took the hint and quickly moved on. I turned back to Callum and his group, who stared at me open-mouthed. Then, Freddie, the kid getting ragged on, yelled: “Fuck, yeah!”
It broke the ice, I guess.
Callum held onto one arm, Freddie the other. He was a scrawny mixed-race kid with a big smile and cropped hair. I’m like the pied piper now, and we end up in this boozer that was so gay it made Barbie look butch. Friendly crowd, though.
Freddie buys me a Guinness and plonks himself on my lap. He takes my big hand and wraps my arm around his waist. I look at Callum for guidance. He smiles and nods his okay. As I said, they’re a friendly bunch.
Callum came over while Freddie leaned back in an animated conversation with Jonny.
“He likes you. They all do,” Callum whispered.
“Me?”
“You’re as hot as fuck, Daddy. A real dreamboat and tough, too! You can fuck him if you want. Freddie wants you bad!”
“You’re okay with that?”
Callum nodded, gave me a quick kiss and sat back down.
Freddie turned back to me. He had cute, wide brown eyes and smelt lovely. I squeezed his rump, and he giggled. Ah, what the hell. I kissed him, and there was a loud whoop and a titter from our table.
I guess shopping trips had their plus points.
I took Freddie around the back of the pub. He was pulling out my cock and deep-throating me like his life depended on it. He had a sweet mouth, too.
“I want your boy pussy,” I growled.
Freddie shot up, saliva all over his face. I kissed him as I undid his pants. My hand snaked into his briefs and fingered his hole.
“Love your cock, Mr Hardin! Can’t wait to feel it inside me!” He turned, faced the wall and stuck out a very cute ass.
“And I can’t want to get inside you!” I slid in nice and deep. These boys seemed to keep their pussies on a permanent simmer. Freddie gave a squeak of pure boy pleasure as I tapped him hard and quick. He braced himself against the wall pushing back, wriggling his boy pussy on my cock.
“Ohh, fuck!” he whimpered as I cupped his package in my hand.
“Like that, huh? You like Uncle Jack’s dick in your pretty boy pussy?” I wrapped my arm around his torso and lifted him. His weight pushed him down on me. His feet scrabbled on the wall as I bounced him till his teeth chattered.
“Yes, yes, Uncle Jack! I’ll be your bitch fuck whenever you want!”
“You got that right!” I hickied his neck, and warm liquid splashed into my hand. “You cum, huh?” I cupped his jizz, smeared it over his face and pumped my man muck deep inside him. “Fucking sexy bitch!” I growled, biting his ear.
He remained impaled on me for a few seconds as we both caught our breath. I pulled out with a wet plop, span him round and kissed his cum smeared face.
“Sweet fuck,” I grinned.
“It was wonderful, Mr Hardin! Calli is such a lucky boy!” He pulled his pants up and hooked his arm through mine as we made our way back. We passed a few couples making out. One was Jonny, who gave us a wave as we walked by.
“It’s a bit slut alley down here,” confessed Freddie.
We got back inside, and Freddie scooted over to the pack amidst giggles and excited chatter. No doubt eager to share all the sordid details. Callum came over to me.
“You okay, Daddy?”
“Sure am, Princess. Freddie is a sweet boy.”
“Yes, they are. Terrible sluts but lovely.”
“They know about us?”
“Not really, lots of teasing about whether we’re fucking, and I play up to it, but I’ve never said. They wouldn’t care, but it’s private. They love you, though.”
“Yeah, I got that impression from Freddie. Talk of the devil.”
Freddie came over with another pint of Guinness for me.
“Making sure I keep my strength up?” I laughed.
He nodded shyly.
“I’ll catch up with you later. I need to talk to Callum first.”
Freddie’s face broke into a broad smile, and he returned to his mates.
“Best keep us on the down-lo. I don’t like people knowing my business at the best of times.”
“I know. I am Jack Hardin’s son. I know how your life works. Do you like Freddie?”
“Yeah, seems a good lad.”
“Can I ask a question?”
“Course you can, Princess.”
“Are you gay?”
I looked at Callum and saw concern in his eyes. “You worried about mum?”
He nodded.
“Don’t be. You’re old enough to know that me and your mum have tom catted around ever since we hooked up. Me indulging myself will be followed by a period of her indulging herself. And in answer to your question. No, not really.”
“Not really?” He looked sceptical.
“Yeah. I like fucking. I like fucking girls. Turns out I also like fucking boys, especially cute ones. Do you like the idea of fucking girls?”
“No!” He pulled a face.
“Each to their own. I don’t overthink things. I like something I do it.”
“Okay, I just didn’t want Mum getting hurt.”
“Son, if I ever hurt your mother, I’d be dead within twenty-four hours.” I wasn’t joking, either. I decided it was time to face the issue. “You know this can’t go on, right?”
“I know, Daddy. For me, it’s about rediscovering you. Feeling your love and enjoying the moment.”
I think he was relieved I said it. Maybe he had been worrying about my feelings. “Good, now send Freddie over,” I grinned.
“The boys will be so jealous of Freddie!” laughed Callum. “He tends to get left out, so he’s loving the attention!”
“Hey, I’m here to help!”
Chapter Seven
We took the road trip to Lincoln. I told Gwen that after this trip, we would be back to normal—whatever normal was! We’re not the most conventional family. She was torn between regret for me and Callum and pleasure at getting Callum back. I say torn, but it was mainly pleasure and a tiny bit of regret.
The trip up was fun. Callum made me listen to his music, then took pity on me after twenty minutes. He said it was K-pop.
“What, the breakfast cereal?” I think I broke his spirit, and we listened to Sinatra after that, with Callum making digs at me being older than Jesus.
Callum had booked the hotel on a recommendation, and I saw why. It was more of a B&B run by two gentlemen in their mid-thirties, and it had a strong ‘camp’ vibe. Callum told me not to be rude. I didn’t think I was, but like with Gwen, I listened to wiser heads.
Peter and Percy—yeah, I am not making this shit up—were the gentlemen in question. Percy, or Percival Joseph De’Lance, was friendly, chatty, and put the aforementioned camp into the establishment. His partner Peter was more reserved. He was stocky and working class and trying to hide it. He was sniffy at the age difference between Callum and me. The daft fucker had hit the trifecta of socially conservative, working class and gay. Guaranteed to torture his soul.
“Don’t mind him, Mr Smith. He loves a high horse to climb on!” Percy smiled, taking my card. I was using a company card with an alias.
“No worries.”
Percy carried one of Callum’s cases while I lugged the other case and my solitary hold-all. I could have carried all three, but Percy loved to chat. By the time we got to our room, he knew how long we had been ‘seeing’ each other, the reason for the visit, and that Callum hoped to study Media and Arts.
I eventually closed the door on Percy and grinned. “Nosy bastard.”
“Yes, but sweet, unlike the other one. He reminded me of you before you came out gay.”
“Peter? He’s a miserable cunt, and I’m not gay.”
Callum bounced on the bed. “Really?”
“Really.” I took off my jacket and climbed on top of him. I was looking forward to this weekend. We had never shared a bed or acted as a couple, and it appealed to me. Big softy that I am. I kissed him.
“Love you, Daddy.”
“Love you too, Princess.”
We smooched for a while, and for once, I got him off by pulling down his shorts and taking his gorgeous dick in my mouth. I loved his taste and was soon giving it my best efforts.
“I’m going to cum, Daddy,” he finally gasped.
“Huh-huh.” I gently twirled his pink plums as I sucked him.
“Daddy!”
I was rewarded with my son’s cum in my mouth. I gurgled it down and then let his dick plop out. “You been saving up?” I smiled.
“Advantages of youth, I guess.”
I gave him one last sticky kiss and swatted him on the ass. “Freshen up, get changed, and then we’ll have a wander around and a bite to eat.”
Lincoln had a good vibe with its large student population. We mooched around, went to the pub, and then had pizza. Callum took to the place from the off and chatted excitedly as we tucked into our stuffed crust.
A small independent cinema was showing Jimmy Stewart movies, and we took in Rear Window. Seen it a dozen times and loved it. Callum fell asleep halfway through. We wandered back to the hotel arm in arm and headed to our room. I could sense Callum was tense, if only because he was unusually quiet.
“Shower in the morning, I reckon,” I said.
He nodded and sat in the bed.
I stripped off to my boxers and sat next to him. “You okay, Princess?”
He nodded again, then seemed to come to a decision. His face broke into a smile. “Just thinking how wonderful this day has been and knowing it can’t last made me sad. Sorry.”
I put my arm around him. “I’ll always be your Dad. That is forever, and nothing changes that. This part is just us reconnecting in a unique way, and when you meet Mr Right, you will have this to look back on and think your Dad wasn’t so bad after all.”
“Mr Right? You are so old-fashioned it’s painful!” He laughed.
“Oi! Don’t be cheeky!”
Callum bounced to his feet, his good mood restored and peeled off his top.
“You giving your old man a striptease?”
“Yep!” He pulled down his jeans and stepped out of them.
I whistled. “Loving the arseless briefs.”
He giggled and turned to stick his bum at me. “Fucking, sexy as fuck, Princess.” I pushed my finger into his boy pussy, then pulled him onto the bed and kissed him. His giggle subsided as we got into the kiss. Each enjoying the moment and the love that flowed between us.
I tugged down my boxers. I wanted to be naked against my son. Feel his soft body against mine. We rejoined our kissing, our cocks hard against each other. My body slipped between his slender legs. Callum raised himself slightly, drawing his knees up, allowing me to access and penetrate him.
He gave a soft groan, our mouths still pressed together, and I made love to my dear, sweet Callum, holding him gently in my arms until he signalled his love with warm wetness that seeped across my stomach and his tears moistening his soft cheeks.
As I comforted Callum and whispered that I loved and cherished him, I hoped this moment would never end.
Chapter Eight
It did end—most things do, especially when they are doomed from the start. The next day, we explored more of the town, taking in the castle. We ate a leisurely lunch, and seemingly nothing had changed. Callum was still my Princess, and I was still his Daddy.
But the emotion in our lovemaking had spooked Callum. What was fun, exciting, sexy—a game, if you like, was beginning to run deep. That we were father and son made this inevitable, but our relationship was also a barrier, and we had others to consider, Gwen and Cynthia. We never said anything that day, but we both decided enough was enough.
We went back to the B&B around six. Callum wanted to go clubbing later that evening and took pity on me by suggesting a few hours kip before going out. The idea of me hitting a club on a Saturday night would have had Gwen convulsed in hysterical laughter. I didn’t say anything. It had been a long day, and a few hours of sleep wouldn’t go amiss.
I woke to the sound of Callum prepping himself in the bathroom. He came out and gave me a twirl. T-shirt with ‘I’m not gay but £20 is £20’ and tight black jeans. “What do you think?”
I rolled out of bed and scratched myself absently. “Very nice, you have a good time, you hear?”
Callum nodded. “Thanks, Dad.”
I was Dad again. He didn’t even put up a token argument for me going with him. “No worries. Now go and dance that pretty ass off and get laid.”
“You be okay?”
“I’m fine. All I ask is that you enjoy yourself.” I took him in my arms and hugged him.
“You’re the best Dad ever!”
No, I wasn’t. But we were cool again, and that worked for me. I jumped in the shower, towelled down and pulled on the jeans and shirt Callum made me buy. I was more of a suit guy, but I figured what the hell. I wasn’t in the mood for staying in the room, so I went down to the small bar only to find my room had more fucking atmosphere.
Percy perked up on seeing me. “What you having?”
I picked the only ale on tap and took a handful of peanuts.
“No Callum?” he asked.
“Nope. I couldn’t tempt him with the nightlife here, and he decided to take his chances elsewhere.”
“Can’t say I blame him, and he is young.”
“Yeah, so your partner keeps telling me.”
“He never says a word. Just sniffs loudly,” laughed Percy. He put the pint in front of me. It was good ale.
“So, what will Jack Smith do while Callum is at play?” He leant on the bar in front of me.
“Jack is going to enjoy his pint, some nuts and a good night’s kip.”
“A man needs his nuts.”
“Cheeky. Peter won’t be impressed.”
“He won’t be surprised either. He’s convinced I would jump into bed with half the guests given the chance.”
“And would you?”
“Alas, no. I flirt, tease and then decline if the offer is there.”
“You’re a good boyfriend.”
“Although there are some men I would find almost impossible to resist.”
“Really? I’d best steer clear of them if I were you.”
“That can be very difficult sometimes. Yes, what can I get you?” Percy smiled at the new arrival. A young man, thirty tops, with untidy brown hair. He was wearing a suit and wore it well. Slim build but toned. In my business, you assess a man by his build. Trouble has a habit of blindsiding you if you are slow to suss a man out.
“Pint will be great. Thanks.” He nodded to me and gave me a friendly smile. “Names Tom.” He stretched out his hand.
“Jack.” I shook it.
“By yourself?”
“No.”
“Ah.” A note of disappointment.
“Jack’s young man is out clubbing. Not sure we will see him tonight,” said the ever-helpful Percy.
“Really? That sucks.”
“Unfortunately, it is more that it doesn’t suck,” laughed Percy.
Tom opened up with the standard intro. What did I do? How long was I staying? I was non-committal. I don’t open up to strangers. I could see he was starting to sweat as he struggled to keep the conversation going.
I took pity on him and asked about his life as if I cared, which I didn’t. Tom was an IT contractor, troubleshooting computer shit. Married, lovely wife, little girl, he showed me a picture of them. Lucky man, I say. He agrees. I could see it in his eyes and stopped him before he could ask. “I’ll be heading back to the room. Been a long day.”
Disappointment washed across his face. I waved to Percy, who blew me a kiss back. I sat on the bed, watched TV for thirty minutes, and then turned it off. I heard footsteps in the corridor, then a door shutting. I tossed the remote on the bed and opened the door. I hesitated for a fraction, then shrugged. Tom had told me his room number twice during our conversation.
I knocked on his door. He opened it, wearing a look of surprise and not much else. I walked in, grabbed him by the head and kissed him. Tom made a small spluttering sound, then relaxed into me, his mouth hungrily accepting mine. We pulled at each others’ clothes and sank onto the bed, still locked in an embrace. He took me in hand and pressed our cocks together, masturbating us both. I was in unknown territory and happy for him to take the lead. I cupped his bum cheek and teased his boy pussy. He smiled and shook his head.
“Let’s just relax and enjoy ourselves. See where this goes.”
“Sure.” I kissed him, liking the feel and taste of his mouth.
“That feel good?” He whispered as he jacked us both.
“Yeah.” It felt different. I was unused to a man’s hand playing with me. Callum had delicate hands, but Tom’s were strong and firm. I liked it.
I ran my hand over his chest. He was smooth, his nipples hard as I teased them. Our kissing intensified as we grew to a climax. He gave a shuddering gasp, and a wet warmth spread on my groin. He kept going until I joined him soon after.
We lay in each other’s arms, catching our breath.
“Can I just say you have a gorgeous cock,” he whispered.
“Not so bad yourself.”
Tom trailed his lips down my chest, tiny kisses and nibbles, and then took my cock into his mouth. I teased his hair as he cleaned me and then brought his face to mine to kiss him and take in our combined taste.
“Thanks,” he said.
“For what?” He lay in the crux of my arm, his hand on my belly.
“For changing your mind. I needed some man action. Thought I was going to burst.”
“Been a while?”
“Yeah. I tend to be careful for Lily’s sake.”
“She aware of your interests?”
“Yes. We partied when we were younger, and I ended up with this guy, and it was like I’d been doing it all my life!”
“How did she react?”
“Cautiously. But she knows it’s only occasionally. It’s become like—well, not sure how to describe it!”
“A hobby?”
Tom laughed. “Not quite, but close enough!”
“Does she have any hobbies?”
“Yes. She has her nights out. I look after Luanne, and she has fun. What sort of fun, I have no idea. She doesn’t tell, I don’t ask.”
“Maybe it’s just a night out with the girls.”
“Sometimes it probably is, but when she doesn’t come home until the following morning, then there is a bit more.”
“Sounds like me and Gwen. We’ve tomcatted around all our married life. The gay thing is new, though.”
“Really? How you finding it?”
And that was a question I didn’t have an answer to.
Chapter Nine
When we got home, I took Gwen out for a meal. Callum was back to being just my son. Neither of us regretted what happened, but we weren’t going to brag about it either. I’m good at putting things behind me. It happens, it ends, you move on. Callum was a bit the same.
We had a lovely evening with great food, excellent wine, and even better company. I needed to talk, and Gwen knew it. To her, I’m an open book.
“So, Jack Hardin, you going to spit it out?”
“I need your advice.”
Gwen loved this. Everyone comes to her for advice and problem-solving. Her eyes lit up with expectation.
“I had sex. And not with Callum. In Lincoln.”
“Okay. Who was she? Local tart?” This was not meant maliciously. Gwen was the local tart by nature and inclination.
“His name was Tom.”
“Oh! You sly dog! You like your femboys!” she laughed, then quickly sobered. “You need to start taking precautions if you continue, Jack!”
“He was in his early thirties, works in IT, married and a regular guy like me. We fooled around, no sex, sex. He’s cautious, and his wife knows.”
“She play?”
“Yes, but he has no idea what or who with. She doesn’t tell. That’s her price.”
“Good girl. I like her!” Gwen said emphatically. “I take it you’re worried.”
“Worse. I’m confused.” I don’t do confused.
“Oh, dear. Okay, here’s the thing, and don’t get defensive on me.”
“I promise to try and not get defensive,” I smiled.
“Well, I’m not entirely surprised you have a gay side.”
“Really? Is it because I’m a sharp dresser?”
“Sharp as in the sixties want their fashion back! And no. It’s because underneath that hulking façade that terrorises people is a sensitive bloke who cares about others; you collect anyone with a broken wing. I should know.” She reached out and squeezed my hand. “You like to make people happy, and I think you have discovered a bit about yourself that makes you happy.”
“I don’t think being sensitive makes you gay, and you always say I have the sensitivity of a brick!”
“No, you are slow to spot when things are upsetting or bothering a person. I have to beat you over the head to make you notice the bloody obvious, but once you notice, you care, you empathise. That’s what happened with Callum. It wasn’t until it was staring you in the face that you realised what you were doing to the poor lad. You disappointed me with Callum, Jack. I expected better of you. Admittedly you may have over-compensated by fucking him, but hey, we don’t do conventional.”
“His fault for having a cute butt.”
Gwen swatted my arm playfully. “Did this Tom have a cute butt?”
“Not really. I mean, it was okay.”
“Did you enjoy kissing and fooling around?”
“Yeah, I did.”
“No different to me with girls sometimes. It’s a different taste and feel. Makes me feel good.”
“I wouldn’t know. You never let me watch,” I grumbled.
“That’s because it’s for me, and it would be pervy having you sit in the corner with your dick out.”
“You’re just worried your partner in crime will want a taste of Jack Hardin’s grace and favour.” I gave Gwen my best leer.
“I take everything back about you being sensitive; I actually meant absolute arsehole!”
“Good, because what I want now is hot blonde milf pussy!”
“Oh, for God’s sake! If I promise to put out, will you shut up?”
“Deal!” I grinned.
Gwen looped her arm through mine as we hit the street, and I looked for a taxi.
“I wouldn’t worry, Jack. We’ve always explored. It’s who we are. Just go with it. Life is too short.”
I nabbed a black cab. “You’re a wise woman, Gwen Hardin. I knew there was a reason why I married you.”
“You married me because I threatened to cut your nuts off if you didn’t. I needed a man, and you were it!”
She had a point.
****
It was Gwen’s idea. She said it was gay adjacent and meant we could share.
“Sounds more like you get off with some strapping lad while I make the fucking tea.”
“It’s called cuckolding or hot wifing. Linda and her husband are into it. She said I should give it a try.”
I drew a blank on Linda.
“You don’t know her. I met her at the bingo. Anyway, she throws the occasional Cucks and Bulls party—like-minded couples and available gents looking for some action.
“So, I’ll be the cuck?”
“Yes. You introduce me to a bull, and assuming they are not total arseholes, I get off with them.”
“And what do I do?”
“Make sure I’m okay, make tea, maybe you know, lick me out afterwards.”
“I’ve watched you getting laid. It was hot.”
“Exactly!”
“But I was getting laid, too.”
“Yes. But not this time. Linda is throwing a party the weekend after next, or at least one of her friends is; they have this swish place down in Essex. Could be fun. And it’s my turn.”
I shrugged. “Okay, I’ll give it a go.” My phone pinged. “Callum.”
“What does he want?”
“Asks if I can meet up with him. Says Freddie is in bother. Family, and wants to know if I can help. Freddie is one of his mates.”
“I know, dear. I’ve met them. Freddie is a sweet boy. You need to help if you can.”
“Yeah, thing is.”
“Again, I know. Callum and me love to gossip.”
“Yeah, well. Don’t want any misunderstandings.” Alarm gripped me. “You haven’t said anything to Cynthia?”
“Only that you and Callum are getting on great, and she’s happy about it. Her father’s raging homosexuality is not something you break in a text message.”
“Ha, bloody ha! And this from Lesbian slut of the year!”
“I wish! What is said or not said to Cynthia is up to you, dear. What time you meeting Callum?”
“Earliest I can do is eleven. Callum is cool with that.”
Chapter Ten
Callum was upset; no, more raging mad. “It’s Freddie’s Dad. He’s a fucking drunk and a low-life. Beat Freddie and backhanded his Mum when she stepped in.”
I grunted. We were outside a café, and Callum was pacing the street.
“Freddie is moving out but is scared to go and collect his stuff and doesn’t want his Mum to get any more grief.”
“His old man work?”
“Nope, he’s on benefits. Bad back or something.”
“Take me to Freddie.”
Callum led me inside. Freddie was sitting with Luke and an older woman in her forties who was trying to comfort him. The side of his face was bruised. “It’s mainly on his body,” Callum murmured.
Figures. Most abusers go for the body. Freddie burst into tears when he saw me, and I hugged him tight as he rushed over. I sat next to the woman and put Freddie on my lap. I was never good at comforting words, so I just held him.
“Poor lad is in a bad way,” the woman said. “I’m Nancy, and I’d best get behind the counter.”
“Thanks, Nancy. Teas and whatever the boys want will be great.”
“Coming right up.” She paused. “You’re Jack Hardin, right?”
“Yeah.”
“My husband is Brian James.”
I knew Brian, not well, but he was a sound guy. “Pleased to meet you, Nancy.”
“You’re going to sort this out, right?”
“Consider it sorted, Nancy.”
“Good. Fucker needs a smack.” She scowled and wiped the table down.
Freddie regained his composure, and I slid him into the chair beside me. He clung to me as he finished his tea. He was more worried for his Mum than himself. Luke was putting Freddie up for a few nights as he was the only one with a place. It was a one bed flat and no room for Letty, who was Freddie’s Mum. The boy had it in his head Letty should leave.
“Come on, let’s get going,” I said.
The three boys nodded without enthusiasm. The No 16 bus took us to Freddie’s estate. I knew it from my younger days when I had an Aunt and Uncle living there. We took the stairs to a second-floor flat, and Freddie let us in. Letty worked nights as an office cleaner and scooped up her son. She looked distressed, even more so when she saw me.
“This is Uncle Jack, Mum. Callum’s Dad.” Freddie said quickly. “I asked him to help.”
“Oh,” she said, then “Ohh!” I guessed Freddie had let slip our brief liaison. Why these boys had to confess to their Mums was beyond me, which is my way of saying I’m slightly embarrassed.
“Well, I’m pleased to meet you. Thank you for taking care of my son,” she said stiffly and then smiled at Callum and Luke, who were standing behind me. Letty was a handsome black woman in her mid-forties.
“Luke has offered to put me up for a few days, but maybe I should stay here with you, Mum?”
“I’m fine. I know how to handle your father. And I don’t want any trouble for him either!” She gave me a sharp look.
“Where is Dad?”
“Gone to place a few bets. Likely back soon for a bite to eat.”
Freddie scooted to his bedroom to pack his belongings, helped by Callum and Luke. I sat in the front lounge with Letty and a cup of tea.
“What do you do for a living, Mr Hardin.” I felt like she was checking to see if I was worthy to date her son.
“I own a couple of businesses.”
“Huh-huh. You’re a bit old for Freddie.”
“Yeah, look, I think you have the wrong idea. I’m not dating Freddie; I’m a happily married man.”
She sniffed. I hadn’t helped my case. “So, what are your designs on him? Or is it favours for sex?”
Yep. The woman doesn’t like me, and I’m starting to sweat in my heavy overcoat. “I just help out when I can, that’s it. Nice tea, by the way.” I took a biscuit from the plate she had put down with the tea.
“Who the fuck are you?” A loud voice demanded.
Thank Christ for that! The deadbeat was home. I could handle deadbeats. Mums in cub protective mode, not so much.
“He’s a guest, Pete,” said Letty. “Freddie is moving out, and after your behaviour to him and to me, who can blame him!”
Pete scowled. He was a big man going to pot. Letty would be well shot of him, but I try not to get involved in domestics.
“Fucking useless twat can fuck off,” growled Pete. “And what’s he to Freddie?”
“He’s Callum’s father.”
“Yeah, well, he has my sympathies for not having a man for a son either. Join the fucking club.”
I guess he was trying to bond with me. I levered myself up. I don’t have many rules, but one is don’t insult my family. “That ain’t very friendly. I reckon you should apologise to Callum. He should be down shortly.”
Pete was caught between not wanting to lose face and losing his face. It was a tough one. Freddie came through to the lounge carrying a large duffel bag. Luke had one, too, and Callum carried a bin liner.
“Yeah, well,” Pete muttered again. He wasn’t big on sparkling conversation.
I saw Letty shake her head and figured she didn’t want to cop any fallout after we were gone. I acknowledged her, and she looked relieved.
“I’ve got a flat that is currently unoccupied if you need it, Freddie. It has two bedrooms.” I looked at Letty as I said this.
“Wow, really, Uncle Jack? I don’t earn much, but I’ll pay what I can until I find something else.”
“No problem. You three wait downstairs. I’ll be with you in a minute.”
“You always hand out flats to fucking homos? You like a pretty boy then, huh?” Pete gave me a nasty grin.
“Yeah, I do as it happens. Conversely, I dislike mouthy cunts who get handsy with those who can’t fight back. Now, how about you call me a fucking homo, and I’ll point out the error of your ways.” I took my hands out of my coat pockets. The brass knuckles always set the right ambience for a cosy chat.
“There’ll be none of that nonsense here, Mr Hardin!” snapped Letty. “You’re a guest, and I would ask you to respect my home!”
The tick of the carriage clock on the dresser measured the brief silence.
I shrugged and tapped my forehead in acknowledgement. “Ma’am.”
“Yeah, fuck off!” Pete said.
I ignored him. He was hiding behind Letty, and no doubt she would blow his ego, and he could pretend it was him who saw me off.
“Tell Freddie to be good, and I’ll ring him later,” said Letty.
“Will do.”
I walked out and took Freddie to his new home. Fuck knows what I’m going to tell Gwen.
Chapter Eleven
I took down payment out of Freddie’s ass and fucked him senseless. I left him sprawled on his new bed, his boy pussy gaping nicely and trying to regain his breath.
Callum and Luke had popped down to the shops to stock up the fridge and were now wiping down the kitchen.
“This is great little flat,” enthused Luke. He was a tall, gangly lad with thick blond hair.
“I take it we have to change the sheets again?” Callum was off with me.
“No, should be good. Freddie put a towel down.” I turned to Luke. “Give us a moment.”
Luke couldn’t skedaddle fast enough.
“Spit it out, Princess.”
“Freddie. Giving him this flat. Is he going to have to pay in kind? Because that’s using him, and I’m not happy with that. And what will Mum say?”
“Freddie will have to pay rent. I just collected the deposit in kind. As for your Mum, that could be tricky as she might think I’m housing a collection of boys to fuck. But the flat is for Letty and Freddie.”
“Letty?”
“Yeah. Give Letty the choice of living with her son that she loves and that worthless sack of fucking shite of a husband who she going to plump for? She knows there is a place for her here. She has options. Trust me, she’ll be living here before the month is out, and I reckon she and Freddie can cover the rent between them.”
“That kind of makes sense.”
“And I like Freddie, he’s a lovely boy and a lovely fuck.” I grinned.
Callum came over and hugged me. “Kiss?”
“Sure.” I leaned in and kissed him. He was a lovely kisser.
“You know when I said as a Dad you were better than most?”
I nodded.
“Freddie’s Dad is who I had in mind. No matter how strained we were, I never once feared you would strike me.”
“You kidding? Your Mum and Cynthia would be dismembering my dead body in the bathtub before the day was out!”
Callum laughed. “True!”
“I hear what you say about Freddie. I like the lad. I don’t want him to feel pressured.”
“Oh, he doesn’t! He fancies you rotten! But I had to speak up. I’m looking out for him.”
“Noted. Now stick the kettle on.” Freddie wandered in at this point, naked and gorgeous. I had a thing for Freddie. He immediately embraced me, and I hugged him back.
“This is really great, Uncle Jack. I’ll do everything I can to get the rent money. I messaged Mum and sent her pics! She’s really excited for me but says I have to be wary of you.”
“Me?” Seems I was everyone’s cautionary tale today.
“She thinks you will prey on me. I said it was a bit late for that!”
“Never occur to you boys to keep anything a secret?” I was exasperated. It was non-stop blabbing with this generation.
“Oh, no! I tell Mum everything. Always have. She says she may have to move in and keep an eye on you! Is that okay if she did?”
I exchanged a glance with Callum. “No problem. Your casa, her casa. As for watching out for me, she better be quick!” I scooped Freddie up, and he wrapped his legs around me with an excited shriek. “Because I’m going have that sexy little arse of yours again!”
I carried him laughing into the bedroom and shut the door.
Epilogue
Letty waited six days before moving in with Freddie. She also wanted a signed rental agreement and would have included a clause that precluded me from tapping her boy if she could. I did a deal on the rent, but at least the flat was earning.
I explained the domestic situation to Gwen, who approved. She even took a pasta bake around to Letty as a welcome, and they got on great. Bonding over my untrustworthiness by all accounts.
“This is for you,” Gwen said when she got back.
I took the envelope and opened it. It was a thank you card from Freddie—a bit floral and fancy for my tastes. The message inside said he loved me and thanked me for helping him and Letty out. It was covered in kisses and hearts.
“You soppy sod,” said Gwen.
“What?”
“You’ve gone all misty-eyed. I’ve seen less emotional teenage girls.”
“Hey, it’s a nice gesture!” I protested. I was touched but hardly emotional.
“Hmmm. Letty doesn’t like you doing her boy.”
“I did pick up on that, thank you very much.”
“He’s got a crush. Best let him down gently.”
I know and planned to anyway. He was cute, though.
“Anyway, I’m sick of your rampant love life when your poor wife is getting zero action.”
“You copped off with that biker the other day!”
“A snog and a grope doesn’t count. Which is why you will be on your best behaviour at this upcoming party. It’s my turn, and I want you all yes, mam, no, mam, three bags fucking full, mam! You hearing me?”
I held my hands up. “Whatever you say goes. I’ll be the model cuckold. Cross my heart and hope to die.”
“Someone will be fucking dying if I don’t get laid! And no, you don’t count. Even if the other night was pretty good.”
I grinned and picked her up.
“Let me go, you big ape!”
“I need some girl pussy!” I pressed my lips to hers as her struggles subsided.
“Got bored of the boy variety?” she asked.
I pretended to consider this for a moment. “We’ll see how it goes. I like having options!”
“Oh, you do, do you? And what will you tell Cynthia when she sees her Dad leaving a trail of used and abused pretty boys?”
Shit! Talk about ruining the mood. Why were women so bloody practical? “I could always blame you, I guess. Say you drove me to them!”
Gwen wriggled out of my arms with a snort of outrage.
“Or,” I continued, “I could tell her the truth.”
“Even about Callum?”
I nodded. “She’ll find out anyway, and if Callum backs me, it should be fine.” Fingers crossed.
Gwen considered this for a moment. “Agreed. I’m not blameless either, so we do what we always do, Jack. We band together. Face this as a couple.”
I tilted her face towards mine and kissed her. “It’s worked for the past twenty-two years, no sense in changing things now.”
“I guess not, although one day we will learn to stop making our lives so complicated!”
I laughed. “There is no chance of us doing that. It’s not who we are, and we would be bored within a month if we tried!”
© Jake Mantlin