For Family 2
#2 of For Family
Jay wrestles with what he's done and his changing feelings.
A million thoughts raced through Jay's head when morning came. Staring up at the ceiling, arms behind his head, while Martin snored against his chest, tucked in against his armpit, he sighed. What the fuck was he doing? Not only did Jay suck his son's dick, but the hare also let him into his bed for another round! Worse, he could still taste Martin's musky flavor, riling his inner submissive. The morning wood pressed against his leg could easily slide into his mouth if he wanted, and fuck, did he want it, despite his better judgment.
Gingerly, Jay disengaged himself from his son's clinging arms, crossing the room to the bathroom and avoiding his gaze in the mirror as he swabbed a generous coating of toothpaste over his toothbrush. Scrubbing away the evidence of his sins, he leaned against the wall, contemplating the running water as he replayed the events of the last night over and over, his stubborn cock pulsing greedily. Jay wanted to deny enjoying himself, to say that every second of that sloppy shaft reaming his throat wasn't heaven, but that would be lying. It scared him, honestly, that he loved it as much as he did. Fuck, it was his SON!
It seemed Jay traded one problem for another. Martin could have been safe with his girlfriend. Jay knew that. There was no guarantee they'd walk the same path he had, but his stupid ideas ruined any hope of their relationship continuing normally. Worse, the boy seemed to think he could start a relationship with his father. That would never work, would it? Despite the fireworks between them, it would be sick to pursue something more.
Sneaking in while Jay mindlessly scrubbed at his teeth, trying to chase away the phantom sensation of heavy balls slapping against his chin, Martin slipped his arms around the other hare's waist, his sleepy expression appearing in the mirror. Paws roaming places they shouldn't, he yawned, burying his face in Jay's neck. "Morning, dad. Why didn't you wake me up? We can shower together."
Slipping his morning erection between Jay's cheeks and blatantly grinding his tip against the older man's hole, Martin pulled him back before he could resist, threatening to push inside him. "Thank you for last night. I was so worried that I was the only one that felt this way." Sounding so much smaller than the moody eighteen-year-old boy he was, he muffled himself against Jay's neck. "I didn't think you loved me as much as I love you."
Swallowing his denial, Jay paused, looking into that vulnerable expression on Martin's face. His heart broke, realizing that his son's behavior wasn't necessarily because of his new girlfriend; but latent feelings for Jay. For most of Jay's life, he tried his best to make Martin happy, scrimping pennies for birthdays and Christmas, working overtime to pay for afterschool activities, and sleeping on a camped couch so his son could have the only bed in their trailer. Was this any different? Would it be so bad to let Martin explore his feelings in a safe, judgment-free environment? Jay wasn't sure if the desire to take his son's massive cock influenced him or if he had the boy's best interests at heart, but he came to a decision. Martin needed to know what this dangerous path would entail.
Before the drool of pre could slip Martin into him, Jay whirled, paws on Martin's shoulders and eyes meeting the dreamy, lovesick gaze of the younger hare. For the first time, he looked at his son through the eyes of a lover, arms shaking as he tried to choose his words carefully, hoping equally that martin would give up and that the boy would ignore Jay's warning and claim what he wanted. "Martin. I need to ask you, seriously, is this what you want? I'm not going to sugar-coat it. If we keep messing around like this, you'll have to keep it a secret. You'll never have a relationship where you can hold hands publically or kiss on a doorstep after a dinner date. What we did is wrong."
Shaking his head, Martin dragged Jay into a hug, his cock dueling with Jay's in a lewd, sticky embrace that was impossible to ignore. "It's not wrong, dad. I don't care what we have to do or how we do it. Ever since I can remember, you've been my favorite person, and even when we've butted heads, it was because you loved me enough to call me out." Pulling back, Martin looked down, shuffling a bit as he looked down. "I've been fantasizing about doing this with you since I learned about sex, but I thought I was weird and wrong for wanting it. I thought you wouldn't love me anymore if you found out."
"Dammit, Marty." Sighing, Jay comforted the younger hare, reaching out to stroke his cheek. "Fine." Defeated, he drew the other hare into his arms, accepting the affectionate grind against his groin. "I guess there's no harm in continuing. It's not like I can take back what I did last night." Heart soaring despite his misgivings, he felt his mouth growing wetter with the prospect of more of his son's perfect cock, and he felt like his dick could cut steel.
Excited, the younger hare mashed his lips against Jay's, pulling him into a minty kiss that took Jay's breath away. Without a hint of hesitation, he took hold of Jay's ass, groping a muscular cheek and jabbing his cock between the older hare's thighs, grinding the head along the older hare's perineum until he slotted himself against Jay's hole, pressing upward insistently. Like the night before, Martin didn't bother asking for permission, shoving Jay back against the toilet.
Jay didn't know if it was Martin's inexperience, something he learned from porn, or a natural inclination toward domination. No matter what caused his behavior, it was intense and was just the sort of man Jay had trouble resisting. Many a construction worker shoved his face into the dirt and fucked him silly while he messed the ground with submissive joy.
This time, Jay met Martin's eager kiss with less trepidation, closing his eyes as youthful hands maneuvered him into position and eager humps tested his ass, threatening to open him in ways he hadn't experienced in years. Reaching down, he stroked Martin's cock, peeling back the foreskin and nuzzling it against his experienced ass, guiding him in and stopping his aimless poking. Without lube, it was slow going, but Martin's drippy excitement added just enough slickness to pop him past Jay's ring and into his depths, and the older hare always loved the first burning stretch anyway.
"Daddy." Moaning out a word he hadn't used since he was young, Martin eagerly thrust, opening up Jay with heavy thrusts until his balls slapped against the older man's upturned ass. Unlike Jay's past lovers, he was far more passionate, his virgin cock moving at breakneck speed and pounding Jay's prostate into a pulp. There was no hesitance or feigned masculinity, only excitement and overflowing love.
It was strange to think about, but in a way, this was Jay's first time as well. Every experience he had with men was far less personal. To a pent-up man with blue balls, he was nothing more than a hole, something to buy and use, then throw away. It was strange to have someone want him, rather than a warm place to dump a load, but not unwelcome. He could almost forget that it was his son turning his insides to jelly.
Martin's first orgasm was as quick as Jay expected, but much like when he buried himself in his father's throat, it wasn't the end of his fun. Thrusting through molten hot bursts, he buried his face in Jay's neck, his arms tightening around the older hare's midsection as the force of his thrusts threatened to buck them both off the toilet's rocking platform. Whispered words faded into incoherence, and the air filled with nothing but Jay's moans and the wet, foaming sounds of his son's cock, stirring his insides with eager, aimless thrusts.
It wasn't until Martin's third or fourth orgasm that Jay felt his tingling cock threatening to shoot, and by the time he reached his fifth, Jay creamed his son's stomach, his neglected cock wilting and bouncing with thrusts that threatened to continue into a sixth round. Overcome by sensitivity, he tried to stop Martin's eager bounce, gripping his rump and pulling the fuck-drunk boy into a slower, less desperate kiss. Voice raw and husky, he murmured against slick lips, shivering as he felt streams of seed rolling from his abused hole, coating his short tail. "Calm down, Marty. We can go again later. You'll hurt yourself."
Still thrusting but half hard, Martin finally relented, letting his beast of a dick slop free from Jay's ruined hole. Still dripping an excess of cum, he stared into Jay's eyes, smearing his cock over the older hare's balls and leaving a trail of virility. Still panting from exertion, he leaned over Jay, possessive paws gripping the older hare's hips. "Promise? That we'll do this again?"
"Whenever you want." Rubbing Martin's cheek, Jay gently pushed him back so he could lower his aching legs from their pinned position and winced as his ruined hole clenched, trying in vain to close. "I'm going to have to teach you some self-control, though. You'll start a fire if you keep up that pace." Cracking his neck as he sat up, Jay reminded himself to stretch before letting Martin turn him into a pretzel again. Some padding under his ass would probably help, too.
With an ever-present smile, Martin helped Jay to his feet, helping the wobbly older man to the shower and climbing in after him. Arms never seemed to want to leave Jay's waist, and even when the warm water began to flow, raining down on their fur and darkening its tan color to a muddier brown, he refused to let go, staring up at Jay as he used to when he was a cub.
"Are you going to be this clingy forever?" Jay spoke as he massaged shampoo into his fur, shivering as the warm water trailed down his oversensitive cock and mingled with the dripping cum rolling down his legs. "I'll have to go to work eventually, you know."
"I'll let go once I'm sure this isn't a dream." Lowering his paws to Jay's cock, Martin peeled back his foreskin, his thinner frame pressed against the older hare's back, and his cock still stubbornly pulsing between Jay's cheeks, showing the eagerness of youth. If Jay let him, he'd probably shove inside and keep going until his balls shriveled and orgasms were dry. Silent as Jay washed, he stroked him, thumb rolling over the head. "Hey, dad? About yesterday."
It wasn't how Jay thought he'd be having this conversation, but he knew it was coming. The things he said were unforgivable, and to ask Martin to forget it would be stupid. Picking his words carefully, he stilled his hands, lowering them to Martin's and letting the steam fill the awkward silence before he started to speak. "I didn't mean any of that. I just wanted you to embrace your future. You're a smart kid. You could be anything you want. A cub would change everything."
"No, I know. I know you don't hate me. If you resented me, there were so many things you could have done, like giving me up for adoption, giving me to my grandparents, or worse." Squeezing Jay's paws, Martin threaded his soft fingers through Jay's rougher ones. "I just wanted to say I'm glad mom left. You never made me feel like we were anything less than a happy family. I feel like I got closer to you because it was the two of us."
Speechless, Jay leaned against the wall, hiding the tears that Martin's heartfelt words brought to his eyes. He wouldn't have taken back a single moment of his life since Martin's birth, regardless of how his son felt about him, but it was so validating to hear that Martin understood and appreciated him. Fuck it. It was always the two of them versus the world, anyway. Son, boyfriend, lover? It didn't matter what Martin was to him. He'd do anything for him.