Quarterback Keeper Part 4

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Quarterback Keeper, Part 4
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The Monday after he had fucked Nick, Tom had his mom call him in sick to school. His mind was still spinning, and it was impossible to concentrate. The last thing he wanted was to see Nick standing next to his locker. He didn't know what he would say.

It was clear that he and Nick weren't just fooling around anymore.  What had started as a simple fuck, had morphed into a make out session more passionate than anything Tom had ever experienced. Nick wouldn't walk away from that without wondering what it meant, and Tom wasn't in a position to tell him.

There was no denying, not even in his deep confusion, that he had completely enjoyed what he'd done with Nick. Before, he could easily claim that when Nick blew him it was simply about getting his nut. Even when he was fucking Nick, he could have claimed that he was just pursuing an orgasm. He'd heard guys say "a hole's a hole" before, and even if those guys weren't fooling around with other dudes, the logic made sense. But when he started to kiss Nick, when he put his arms around him and their torsos pressed together, everything changed. This was sex with a man, and it felt good in ways that sex with a woman had never approached.

He tried to piece it all together as he lay in his bed. Whatever was happening with Nick, it didn't feel romantic to him. He liked Nick, but he didn't think that he felt anything more for him. He'd never been attracted to men before, and he wasn't really attracted to Nick. Nick was just available, that was the conclusion that he kept coming back to, and Nick offered was a novel experience. It wasn't any different from fucking a chick that was a little more freaky than most girls. It was different and a little forbidden. That kept him coming back for more.

Dad's Proper Place, Chapter 11

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Dad's Proper Place, Part 11
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After selling his dad out to his own buddies, Rick let Alan sleep in the bed. When Alan curled up next to him and put his head on his shoulder, Rick's body tensed up, but he didn't push him away. For the first time, Alan fell asleep with the heat and strength of a man next to him. He slept better than he'd ever slept before. When he woke up in the morning, Rick was spooning him, and his hard cock pressed into the small of his back. It felt hard and hot and throbbed against his skin.

Rick stirred. His big paw slipped down to his cock. He squeezed it a few times, sliding it against the crack of Alan's ass. Then he pushed it downward. He rolled Alan onto his stomach, and then stabbed his dick into his dad and began to fuck him.

It was a mechanical, routine, kind of fucking. Rick just wanted to get rid of his morning wood. There was no love and certainly no aggression. Alan was just an available hole. He now understood how his wife felt when he came home late and wanted to fuck. She would make herself available, but not really participate. That was what Rick was doing to him. Making him into his woman.

Rick finished with a grunt and then walked into the bathroom. The loud blast of his piss pulled Alan out of his stupor. When Rick returned to the bedroom with his heavy sex swinging between his legs, he pulled on his boxer briefs and adjusted his bulge.

"Fishing today?" he asked.