Uncle David Fucks Adam Ch. 05

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

"I'm sort of seeing a guy on the side too."

Sam elbowed him hard in the gut.

"Oof!" David coughed, eyes fluttering open as Sam pulled his fist back to punch the same spot.

"You mother fucker!" Sam exclaimed. "Dragging me through all that guilt and pretending to be a forgiving saint, when you've gone and done the exact same thing!"

"I deserved that," nodded David, catching the second blow in his palm and keeping a hold of it. For a small guy, he sure packed a punch, and David felt a stirring in his loins react to the display of violence. He pressed his thighs together tightly to stem his hard-on. Now was definitely not the time.

"I did it for the same reasons as you," David tried to explain. "He was just a bit of tension release on the side, so I could get to know you better without rushing things. You make me so horny, babe, you have no idea..."

"Don't try and sweet-talk your way out of this," said Sam. "How often do you do it?"

David didn't want to say it – he knew it was bad. But he wasn't going to lie to Sam in the middle of a confession. "Several times a week."

"Small wonder you don't want me to stop - you don't want to stop seeing your guy either! You don't have feelings for him, do you?"

"No!" said David a little too quickly. "What about you?"

"What – no – of course not!" Sam shot back, tripping over his own tongue.

They were both lying, and they both knew it.

Sam looked surprised at himself.

"I think I need a drink," David lied, getting up from the couch and walking over to the kitchen.

*

David found the wine bottle and stared listlessly at it before pouring the dregs down the sink. The taste of Sam's cum was still on his breath and he didn't want to chase it away. How quickly things had gone from perfect to the hell-on-earth. His first attempt at a normal, healthy relationship and he had screwed it up because he couldn't keep his dick in his pants.

So did Sam, a small voice in his head reminded him.

But, fuck, he loved Sam so much. He wouldn't care if Sam had five hundred other guys on the side, as long as he'd come back to him every night. Whatever made the man happy.

However, David felt that Sam in turn deserved undivided love and devotion – he deserved someone who could love him back without needing anyone else. That man was not David.

David had never meant to hurt Sam. He loved and lusted over the man more than anything else, yet every time he bedded his son, he felt an indescribable sense of completion. It was something beyond logic or reasoning, an irresistible pull that transcended all else. It wasn't just a simple case of preferring Adam more, it was something else... And now that something had torn a great, jagged rift between him and Sam.

Sam walked into the kitchen with the two wineglasses and placed them on the island counter. "I called a cab, so I'll be heading off in a bit," he said quietly. He padded over and gently spun David around so they faced each other. Sam's ruined shirt parted down the middle to show off the hairiest portions of his front.

David stared longingly at the matted, messy jungle of fur that grew there. He longed to run his hands through it and have things go back to the way they were: uncomplicated and fun. He had forgiven Sam, but didn't want nor expect the same treatment in return. He had done a lot worse than kissing and oral sex behind the man's back.

"I'm sorry," said David helplessly. Sorry for what? That he had been unfaithful, or that it had to end like this? David wasn't sure which one he was sorry for, but he knew he meant it. He really was sorry.

"I'm sorry that I had to be the one to punch you. You were being a dick. Someone had to do it." Sam found and held David's hands. "I'm actually sort of glad you've got feelings for this other guy. For a minute, I thought you saving all your lovin' for this other guy because there was something off between us. Now I know there's at least a reason behind it all.

"Just tell me next time, David. Don't leave me in the dark like that."

It took a few moments for the meaning behind the words to rouse David's low spirits.

He still wants me! David thought miraculously. Selfish triumph blossomed, but quickly wilted under his guilt.

David shook his head. "I can't keep hurting you like this. You deserve more... You shouldn't be with a man like me."

"I'm angry that you kept it from me, you dolt, not because you slept with someone else," said Sam, looking him right in the eyes. "I knew from the first time I saw you that you had an appetite I alone could never satisfy. I'm okay with that, David. It's actually why I'm crazy about you.

"Sleep with every other guy on this planet if that's what you want, I just hope you'll trust me enough to tell me about it. I'd rather hear it from you than find out from a stranger's hickey on your neck." He gave a tentative grin.

David was still shaking his head. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "But you deserve someone better – someone who'll treat you right. You deserve a healthy, normal relationship -"

Sam whacked him softly in the belly. "Tell me what I should or shouldn't want, and I'm punching you again. I'm capable of making up my own mind, thank you very much, and I want you."

"I want you too," said David earnestly. "I need you to know that, Sam -"

"I can tell you want me," said Sam with a grin. "Whenever you see me, you smile and you don't even realise it. Seconds after we touch, your pants are bulging something crazy down the front. I just need you to be honest with me – that's all. If you respect me, then don't lie to me."

"I do," said David quickly. "I do respect you. I won't lie to you any more – I promise. Does this mean... are we okay?"

Sam stood on his toes; David leaned down and let Sam kiss him on the cheek.

"We're fine, David. For now. I just need a few days to think things through by myself, and I think you do too. I'll come round on Sunday, if that's okay with you."

A car horn sounded outside; David glanced out the kitchen window and saw Sam's taxi waiting. "Stay the night, Sam. Please. I want you to stay."

But Sam shook his head. "I don't want to fuck on a night like this. Not after everything that's happened tonight... It'd taint the memory." He smiled at the quiet groaning sound David made. "You waited this long, sailor. A few more days won't hurt."

The taxi honked its horn again, and a neighbour shouted angrily in response.

"But I want you now," David pleaded.

Sam hugged David, pressing his face into his chest. "Call your guy, David," Sam whispered. "I'll see you on Sunday." And he left.

*

David did call Adam that night, but not because Sam had told him to. He wanted Sam, but he needed his son desperately.

When Adam arrived and closed the door behind him, David attacked his son's nipples and belly where he stood. He tore off Adam's clothes and pressed his lips on every kissable surface of his son's soft, hairy body.

"Woah there," murmured Adam, shocked at David's ardour. He leaned against the door and pushed his father's head lower. "Mmph, take it out, dad. Suck on it."

"Don't tell me what to do," David growled warningly, and picked his son up – all 110kgs, as easily as if he were a rag-doll. He climbed the stairs and threw Adam onto his bed. "I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you, boy."

"So business as usual then," said Adam, squirming out of his jeans.

"Hurry up," snapped David. He added in a softer tone, "I need you so bad, Adam."

Adam flung the jeans aside, and David ripped his underwear to shreds and positioned him at the edge of the bed. David spat on Adam's hole and rammed his hard cock against the puckered opening just as Adam pulled his legs back.

"Ah – fuck!" Adam breathed, closing his eyes.

"Louder, boy," David growled, pushing himself in deeper.

"You're fucking hurting me," Adam whimpered. "It hurts so fucking good, daddy. Fuck me hard – please..."

David leaned over and kissed Adam roughly on the mouth, and as he explored Adam's mouth with his tongue, he began to thrust, pulling out and slamming back in so hard the bed groaned and shook. He cradled his son's head under a hand, slightly pushing Adam up for a deeper kiss.

David fucked Adam like wild beast – he didn't stop when he dropped his first big load, (although Adam welcomed the additional lubricant) but kept right on fucking, kissing Adam as he sought comfort in his son's body. He emptied his balls for the second time and paused to catch his breath.

"I need you... so fucking bad," David panted quietly as he plastered Adam's lips, jaws and neck with kisses.

Adam grew a little concerned. He had rarely seen Uncle David emotional, but he could tell something was up. There was an urgency to his father's lovemaking – more than their usual lust-fuelled sessions. He wanted to bring it up, but David had already resumed fucking him, so Adam laid back and let himself enjoy it.

David's third orgasm took nearly thirty minute of non-stop pounding. He slammed repeatedly into Adam's throbbing opening, so hard and fast Adam thought the bed would disassemble itself. Adam sprayed his seed halfway through, crying out like a wounded animal, and now cum slicked the matted hairs between their rubbing bellies. Adam quickly stiffened again, and as his father hammered into his prostate their hairy bellies rubbed on either side of his cock, bringing about his second intense load.

After David flooded his son's insides with his juices for the third time, he pressed himself against Adam and kissed the beads of sweat off Adam's neck. He panted hoarsely, and let the sweat roll from his brow unimpeded to drip onto his son. He pulled his hard cock out with a wet squelch, and Adam moaned at the sudden emptiness inside him.

David was so well endowed; Adam would never get used to him pulling out while hard.

Adam reached down between his father's legs and gripped the firm, slick member in his fist. David's cock was made for breeding him. Nothing else felt nearly as good, and it was still hard for him.

"I love you so fucking much, Adam," David sighed in between kissing and nibbling at his ear. "I need to feel you in my arms every night... A couple of times a week isn't enough."

"David," Adam whispered, letting go of his manhood and pressing a hand lightly against his sturdy chest. "Dad. What's going on? Something is up."

"I'm fine," David said roughly, sitting back up. "Again." He lifted a knee and flipped Adam onto his stomach and tried to mount him.

Adam bucked him off. "I can tell you're not fine," he said. He twisted back around to face David. "I've never seen you so frantic. What are you trying to distract yourself from?"

David slapped Adam hard across the rear. "Don't ever shrug me off like that, Adam, not when I'm trying to fuck you. Not when I need to fuck you." He pushed Adam back onto his front and then slapped Adam's ass. Hard. A red hand-print formed, and he slapped Adam on the same spot again.

"Oh fuck!" Adam yelped, leaning forward and muffling his cries in the mattress as the barrage of blows kept on coming. David entered him again, but he continued to slap the sides of his ass with every thrust. His rear felt like it was on fire; every sharp slap sent a thrill of pain and pleasure coursing through his body.

"Fuck, son, you feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock!"

When Adam's hairy cheeks glowed red, David realised what he was doing. "Fuck me," he swore, gingerly running a finger across the warm skin. "Adam – I didn't -"

"Keep going, daddy," Adam moaned into the mattress, giving his ass a little shake. He rocked back against David's cock. "Spank me. I've been real bad."

David gave Adam a gentle tap and then pulled out, getting cum from an earlier load all over the sheets. He noticed a thick, unbroken stream of pre-cum dripping free from Adam's cock. It was connected to a large pool of it on the bedsheets. He sighed. Sam would have loved being treated like this too. They were so alike in the strangest, unforeseen ways.

David kissed the red hand-prints on his son's behind and then impaled him again, fucking Adam with long, hard strokes until he shot hot cum inside Adam's guts.

David rolled onto his side next to Adam, panting and sweating.

"Put your ass down, boy. I'm not gonna spank you any more."

Adam rolled onto his side to face David, and David shifted closer so they could kiss. He enjoyed the simple pleasure of his son's soft lips on his own, and then pulled back.

"How's your ass, boy?"

"Sore. But it could do with a stiff cock inside it," Adam pointed out.

David grinned, but the smile quickly slid off his face. "You were right in noticing that something was up, Adam. The guy I'm seeing... tonight we had a bit of a - well, things didn't turn out the way I had planned. Let's just keep it at that."

"You're seeing someone else?" Adam asked in genuine surprise. "I thought you were all mine," he said with a slight accusatory tone.

"Is that okay with you – me seeing someone else?"

"It depends," said Adam. "Is he at least hot?"

"Oh, he is so fucking sexy, Adam. You have no idea." Or maybe you do, David thought. Surely you've noticed your boss at work.

Adam grinned and propped himself up on an elbow. "Who would you pick if you had to – me or your boyfriend?"

David groaned. "Don't make me pick, boy. Please just let me be an irresponsible arse hole and put it off until it's too late." They both laughed, but Adam continued to press David for an answer.

David realised Adam cared more than he let off. His son cloaked himself with laid-back callousness the same way he had donned his own stoic armour for so long it became a natural part of him. Underneath, they were the same as anyone else.

"Adam... boy... You know I'll never let you go again, don't you? You'll always have a place in my bed, and... and here," he said, thumping his chest. "When I say I love you during sex, I mean it. It's not just something I blurt out in the heat of the moment. I really fucking love you, and not just as a son, but as a partner and lover. These past couple of weeks have been..." He shook his head, at a loss for words. 'Amazing' barely scratched the surface. 'Indescribable' did not do it justice. "Adam, you mean the world to me."

"Yeah dad, I know," said Adam happily.

They cuddled up close and kissed. Adam then asked jokingly, "Is your boyfriend okay with you fucking someone else?"

"He actually is," said David proudly. "Well, for now, he said he is. He's more suited to me than I would have thought imaginable."

"Nice. Does he know it's your son you're fucking?"

David winced. "I'm going to have to tell him soon. I don't want to scare him off. It's getting harder and harder too..."

Adam watched his father closely, and he identified the driving force behind David's emotional turmoil. "You really love him too," he said. It wasn't a question.

David sighed and rolled over to stare at the ceiling. "I really do, Adam. I love him, but I love you as well. I want to tell him, but it frightens me. It's like coming out all over again. Nothing would make me happier than waking up with you on one side, and Sam on the other."

Oh fuck. David hadn't meant to let the fact that he was dating his boss slip out like that; he glanced over at Adam, who stared back with his mouth open in shock. That wasn't the reaction he was hoping for.

"Sam, as in my boss? You're in love with my boss?"

"Shit... Yeah. Adam, I was planning to tell you with a bit more tact, but there you go. I'm dating your boss, and have been for some weeks now."

"He's not worth it, dad," said Adam quickly.

"Woah, careful boy. What the fuck are you talking about?"

"He's not faithful to you," said Adam, unable to look up from David's chest. "I... I don't want to see you getting hurt."

David was touched by Adam's concern. "Thanks, Adam, but it goes both ways. He's okay with me fucking others, and I'm more than.... Wait, how did you know about – oh... Oh fuck, no. No, no – no fucking way. Tell me it's not what I'm thinking."

"What – uh – what are you thinking?" Adam stalled, suddenly fascinated with the cum-soaked bedsheets between them.

"That you've been sucking Sam off at work. You're my boyfriend's dirty, little secret!"

Adam looked up and rolled his eyes. "You make it sound so cheap."

"Oh for fuck's sake, Adam!" David pushed himself out of bed and angrily paced halfway across the room. He spun around. "This is so fucking typical – the man I'm dating of all people, and he's your boss too! I mean, is there anyone you won't whore yourself out to?"

"Hey!" Adam snapped, visibly wounded. "I've seen your collection of home-made videos. If I'm a whore, what does that make you?" He sat up, wincing slightly when the fabric grazed his burning rear. "Besides, I only whore myself out to the hot ones, but you know that, don't you?"

David was not amused. "You don't whore yourself to me, Adam. That's not what this is. But what of Sam – have you told him anything about us? Please tell me you haven't. I haven't told him who you are to me yet... I need to be the first one to tell him."

"No, I haven't told him," said Adam honestly. "He mentioned he was seeing guy, but I didn't think he was dating you, so thankfully I never brought it up. He kept going on about some romantic, caring chump who didn't know where to put it."

David couldn't help but smile. "He... he called me romantic?"

"Yeah. Ridiculous, right? I thought there was no way it could be you."

"Sam said the same about you, you know," said David, his anger making a swift return. "He said the guy he was seeing was sweet, caring, and wasn't a selfish little prick. Since when did any of that apply to you?"

Adam shrugged. "Ever since I started hooking up with Sam. I like being with him and using him for his body, but sometimes I just want to take care of him like he's a cute, little puppy. I dunno, he brings it out of me. It's weird."

"The love of a good man..." sighed David.

There was a whole other side to his son that he hadn't seen, yet Sam already had. Could he really blame Adam for being there for Sam? They clearly had something going on too. He sat down on the edge of the bed and rested his head on the palm of his hands. He thought Adam would help him recoup from the shock Sam gave him, but it had only made things worse.

"Can we have a threesome?" Adam asked into the silence.

"Fuck, don't start with this, Adam. I need to be alone right now. Go home."

"Dad..." Adam said warningly. "Don't shut me out again. That's not fair – not after what you said earlier."

"Fuck, Adam, at least have some faith in me will you? We're fine. I'm not angry. I'll see you on Monday at the latest and we'll have sex then, okay? I just need some time alone while I deal with something."

"It's not just about the sex," Adam grumbled as he pulled a shirt on. He then stopped and turned to look at him. His short stump of a cock peeped out from under his shirt. "Shit. I can't go home. I told my room-mate I'd be out all night, and I know he's got a couple of regulars over for an all-night orgy."

"Then go join in," David sighed.

"It's Ray's first time being the pig. Everyone's going to be taking turns screwing him senseless, and he's been looking forward to it for days. You know how fuckable my ass is. I don't want to steal his thunder."

"Fine. You can take the couch if you really need to, but I'd rather you do what I say and just leave me in peace."

"God you can be such a dick sometimes," said Adam, pulling his pants on. He leaned in and kissed his dad on the lips once he was dressed. "I'm gone. I'll... see you on Monday." There was a hint of a question in the way he hesitated.