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Subject: A Fathers Perdition part 4 (GayIncest) This story is completely fictional any references to names, places, situations are made up. If you enjoy the stories posted here please support fty/donate.html ———————— Feel free to contact with comments and suggestions. I enjoy hearing what everyone thinks. Email: ota If you would like updates on when I plan to post new chapters feel free to follow on twitter. Twitter: lucasstories ———————— Author Note: So I had some difficulty finding the right pace for this chapter but to get it where I want I have to switch perspective part way through from Henry to Dan so when you see the **** that is the shift to Dan then again when shifting back to Henry. ———————— Chapter 4 – There’s Something About Oliver I can’t move, Eric is still sitting with my cock buried in his ass. Oliver stands on the other side of the glass door, mouth agape, clutching his blankie looking shocked. Before I can even say or do anything Dan appears behind him placing his hands on the boys shoulders, he gives me a devilish grin then leads Oliver away. I’m still coming down from my first fuck in close to a year. Eric seems lost in a state of bliss having just heard me acknowledge that I’m in love with him before breeding his hole. He looks at me but sees the worry on my face. He places a hand on my cheek and asks “what’s wrong Hen.” I look at him, I see he’s concerned which endears me even more to him. “Oliver saw us” I say fully expecting a grin or laughter but instead he flips his head around but not seeing Oliver he turns back to me with a serious tone asks “do you think he’s scared or upset?” I look up at him and shrug “I don’t know, Dan came up shortly after and led him away.” He leans in kissing me on the lips then says “I’m sorry Hen, I know you want to shield him from a lot of this but at some point things like this will happen and you’re going to have to deal with it. If it’s any help I’ll be there with you if you want me to.” It’s sweet how much he cares not just about me but Oliver, it’s why I love him not just in the romantic sense but as a friend and can see him as a partner if things progress that far. I look at him and say “I know we need to talk but…” before I can finish he smiles and says “but you need to take care of your son first; we can talk later.” He moves off of me, my cock sliding out of his ass with a loud slurp as he stands. I stand up and walk to the back door opening it and going inside. I walk down the hallway towards my old room when I hear Dan talking. He’s explaining to Oliver that what he saw was something men will do when they like each other, I would like to hear what else he has to say but I reek of sex and am in desperate need of a shower; I make my way to the master bathroom to get cleaned up. **** I’m sitting on the bed with my grandson, the kid is cute as a button and looks so much like his father it pains me keeping my hands off him. He just saw something shocking, watching his daddy fuck his `uncle’ Eric. I know he has questions but I’m not sure I’m the one who should answer them. While I wait to see what Henry is going to do I help Oliver pick out some clothes to wear. He points to his khaki shorts and a blue t-shirt. I unfold the shirt and realize it’s a Superman tee. `Like father like son,’ I think to myself. Once he’s dressed he hops back on the bed sitting with his legs crossed as I walk to the door. I can hear the shower running so it’s safe to assume Henry is cleaning up and I’m on the hook to talk to Oliver. I sit on the edge of the bed and almost immediately he hits me with his first question “why did daddy do that to uncle Eric?” I sigh, “well Ollie, your daddy and Eric both needed something from the other and sometimes men will help each other out.” “Do you help uncle Eric?” I grin then look at him, “Yeah sometimes I help Eric.” The kid is smarter than Henry thinks, he really picks up on a lot. “Do you help daddy?” “Yes I do, we’ve been playing together since he was a little older than you.” His eyes widen and his mouth forming a surprised O, his voice hushed he asks “really?” “Yes I did” I reach over and place a hand on his soft leg “he was walking through the yard and saw me stroking my cock” I squeeze his leg “you know what that is don’t you?” He grins wide “it’s a pee pee grampa!” “That’s right Ollie! You’re such a smart boy” I say excitedly then continue “so I brought him in this house and we had a lot of fun together” soften my voice and say “don’t tell him I told you this but he used to wear these cute Superman undies.” He giggles then looks down at my hand which is gently caressing his leg then back to me “what did you play?” “We did a lot of different things, I let him touch my big cock, then I rubbed it around on him before I had him put it in his mouth” I watch his face, his eyes wide listening to me tell him all these naughty things “bet you didn’t know this but your daddy likes having şişli travesti grampa’s cock in his mouth.” Oliver looks shocked again but the boy needs to learn about these things so I continue “then it took some time but I did to your daddy what you saw him doing to Eric” as I’m talking I slide my hand up under the hem of his shorts, fuck he’s so adorable I want to fondle him right now and I can see his little cock is firmed up and begging to be played with. “Did you hurt daddy?” I nod my head softly “your daddy wanted me to stop, he cried a lot too that first time but I was able to get all of grampa’s big cock inside him.” “Why didn’t you stop?” He asks with a whine, the concern in his voice clear. “Well Oliver, it’s hard to stop when something feels good and what me and your daddy did felt really good.” I can feel my cock pressing against my jeans and I can see Oliver’s attention is now on the visible bulge. I gently stroke my grandsons thigh while I instinctively rub my cock through my jeans with my other hand. Oliver’s face is serious now as he watches, his attention shifting from my hand on his leg to my other hand rubbing my cock. He’s looking at me and I can’t help but admire how beautiful he is, his little red lips, his big blue eyes, tapered little chin resting under plump cheeks; fuck I want him so bad and I can’t understand how Henry has held out for so long. He scoots closer to me resting his head against my side but his gaze clearly on my erection. I move my hand from his leg sliding it under his shirt and up his smooth back. I lean close to him nearly whispering “do you want grampa to play with you?” He breaks his attention from my cock, looks up at me then grins slightly as he nods his head. “I liked when you did before but then daddy got mad” he says a little more solemnly. I’m actually surprised he remembered that, I didn’t think he would either because of his age or maybe he’d tried to block it but apparently that’s not the case. “I didn’t think you’d remember that Ollie but I have to say your daddy had every right to be mad at me” I continue to stroke his back softly “you’re his son and he loves you very much, he doesn’t want to see you get hurt.” “You wouldn’t hurt me grampa” he says softly. “Well what I’d want to do would hurt a lot and that’s what your daddy is worried about.” I’m surprised when he moves his hand and rests it on my cock, I let out a soft sigh then watch as he turns his face towards mine “but it makes you feel good?” My breathing is getting heavier just feeling his small hand resting on my cock, then he starts rubbing on top of the fabric sending shockwaves through my body “yes Ollie, it makes me feel really good.” His hand slowly moves around touching, gripping, stroking my cock under the fabric of my jeans. He doesn’t seem nervous when I look at him, he’s focused solely on my cock and he seems very intent on exploring every inch of it. I very much want to take it out, letting him see it up close, watch it ooze pre, maybe even have him taste it but I just got them back and can’t risk doing anything that would upset Henry. “Oliver” I groan, he doesn’t look up, instead keeping his focus on my cock, watching it flex and throb under the fabric. “Yes grampa” he says softly, his head still resting on my side. “I need you to stop that sweetie” I groan, so very close to release and desperate for it. He continues running his hand over my cock though, not saying anything just petting it. “Please Ollie” I beg. I should just reach down and remove his hand, tell him this isn’t something he should be doing right now, Henry’s right he’s too young but fuck this feel so good. He quietly says “but it makes you feel good grampa.” I grunt “oh fuck sweetie it feels so good” as my cock pulses, spraying the insides of my pants with cum. I grunt and pant with each shot fired, as a damp spot forms on my jeans. Fuck how am I going to hide this, if Henry walks in right now I’m toast. Once I’ve finished cumming I have a moment where as my breathing slows I begin questioning what just happened. I look down at Oliver, he’s still looking at my crotch while tracing a finger around my now softening cock. He turns his face to me with a soft smile and asks “did you make the white stuff?” I can’t help but grin, I fucking love this kid, then nod my head “I did Ollie but this is something we need to keep between us okay?” The boy stands up on the bed next to me then leans in kissing me on the lips. I take his head in my hand, feeling his tongue pressing against my lips I open my mouth and let him slide in while sucking on it; he moans then allows me to push my tongue into his mouth as he sucks on it. We kiss for a few moments before I break out kiss, he smiles and says “our secret grampa.” I ruffle his hair then stand, hoping I can make my way to the bedroom and change without being seen. **** I finish my shower then get dressed, I walk to the bedroom where I assume Dan is still talking to Oliver, as I get near beylikdüzü travesti the door I stop in my tracks when I hear Oliver softly say “our secret grampa.” I’m not mad but I’m not happy. I don’t know what the secret is, it could be something innocent but I also know Dan so it’s safe to assume it’s something I wouldn’t be thrilled about. Right about then he walks out of the bedroom and seems surprised to see me standing in the hallway. “Have a good shower” he asks as he flashes me a wide smile. I glare at him, something seems off about him, he’s more pleasant than usual. “What’s the secret” I ask gruffly. He winks at me then says “nothing to worry about” before walking into the master bedroom; as I follow he goes into the master bathroom shutting the door. I walk to the door speaking loud enough I know he’ll here me “we’re not through with this conversation” then walk away knowing it’s unlikely I’ll get an answer… ever. I’m tempted to confront Oliver but decide against it, my beef is with Dan. I quietly walk down the hallway to the living room to find Eric sitting on the sofa. He can tell I’m unhappy but when he asks what’s wrong I just shake my head saying “not right now.” We sit together discussing how we feel for one another with me telling him I understand his partying and sexual encounters won’t likely stop but he keeps insisting he wants to settle down, that he can put that all aside for me and Oliver. It’s sweet because I see he means it, he wants to be part of something and not just a boy toy which is sadly how most men, Dan included, treat him. I tell him that I’m not saying no to pursuing something but I don’t expect him to just be able to go cold turkey with his sexual activities. He moves closer to me then rests his head on my shoulder and says “I just want to settle down Hen, I’m tired of the party life and really want to be part of a family.” I wrap my arm around him pulling him tightly to me saying “I know you do Eric and fuck all if my boy wouldn’t be thrilled to have you as his other daddy but lets just take things slow and see what happens okay?” He sighs but it’s a grateful sigh “okay, thank you Hen” and just then Dan and Oliver emerge from the hall, my boy thankfully dressed now in khaki shorts and Superman tee, runs to me and climbs up next to me giving me a big hug around my neck. I look at him and ask “what’s that for?” “Grampa told me why you did that to Eric” he says with an air of confidence. Eric sits up raising his eyebrows “oh what did grampa say” he asks. I smirk at Dan then look at Oliver and snidely ask “yeah what’d he tell you?” Before he can say anything Dan steps into the room “just told him when guys like each other sometime they shove their cocks up the others ass.” I look at him furiously just as Oliver starts giggling “grampa said a naughty word.” Before I can rip him a new one he looks at us then asks “Anyway, I was wondering if anyone was up for some mini-golf?” Oliver flies off the sofa jumping up and down shouting “me, me, me” so Dan scoops him up holding him and says “well our little superman here needs to get his socks and shoes on before we go” he turns to me smirking while he traces the S on Olivers shirt. Dan puts him down and the kid loses his mind running down the hall to the bedroom only to reappear with socks in hand he runs down the stairs to the front door where our shoes are. He gives me a sly grin then says “reminds me of someone’s sexy undies.” I let out a deep sigh then stand up with a smirk I say “I’m not sure I can recall what you’re talking about,” before walking down the stairs where Oliver is seated putting on his last sneaker. I help him with his laces, making sure they’re nice and tight then get my shoes on. Once everyone’s ready we head out to Eric’s car which still has Olivers car seat in it. Dan is less than pleased but relents when I tell him I’m not dealing with moving it to his truck right now. We drive to the next town over which is slightly larger than Carter’s Point, where Dan lives and I grew up. When we arrive at the mini-golf place, Dan goes up and pays for everyone while we pick up clubs and balls for each of us. We start out on the first hole and Oliver does alright but not great. We decided right off not to keep score, we’d just have fun together and let Oliver enjoy a night out. We let a few families play through as we make our way along the course. When we finally complete the 18th hole I’m drained; I love my boy but he’s a handful. As I’m walking back from returning the balls and clubs I see Oliver run to Dan throwing his arms around the man’s waist. He seems so happy, he chirps “Thank you for golf! I missed you a bunch grampa!” It’s a sweet moment and I regret having kept him away from Dan for so long but I’m also concerned with how he may influence the boy. At his height my son’s face is buried in the man’s groin which is now showing signs of growth underneath. Oliver nuzzles his face which causes the fabric to move. Did he istanbul travesti just flex his cock, I ask myself. I brush it off, it’s in my head. Just then Oliver nuzzles his head once more, the fabric pushes outward again and the boy looks up at him with a wide smile. On the ride back Dan insists on sitting in the backseat with Oliver and it’s clear, watching them interact now, they’ve bonded a little more since coming back but I have to question how they’ve bonded. We stop for a bite to eat on the way home, while I’m not a fan of fast food I allow Oliver to have some chicken nuggets since it’s getting late no one feels like cooking a meal right now. Once we get home I tell Oliver it’s time for him to shower and get ready for bed. Dan offers to help but I shoot him a look as I abruptly say “I’ve got this.” He doesn’t look shocked or displeased, in fact I see a hint of a smirk and think `smug asshole.’ While Oliver goes in the bathroom to undress and get ready to shower I go into the bedroom and find some pajamas then bring them back with me. He already has the water running when I walk in, he turns and asks “daddy can I take a bath.” I look at him then sigh saying “alright but let me check the water temperature first.” I run my hand under the water, it feels right so I tell him to climb on in. I open the bathroom door and call out to Eric, when he pops his head in I look back to him and ask “want to help give Oliver a bath?” He grins as my boy spins his head with a huge smile and whines “please uncle Eric.” He comes in and kneels down next to the tub, I hand him a wash cloth and bar of soap and tell him “have at it.” He lathers up the cloth and begins to scrub my boy down. “Alright Ollie, lift up your arms” he tells him “time to clean your stinky pits.” Oliver looks at him with a pout and whine he says “my pits aren’t stinky Eric!” I wave my hand in front of my nose and teasingly say “could have fooled me smelly boy.” He huffs then raises his arms so Eric can clean him. He works his way down his sides then moves to his chest, back, and tummy before looking at me as he’s ready to wash his penis and balls; I raise my eyebrows “part of having a boy” I say. He tells Oliver to stand up so he can finish washing him. When the boy stands his little penis is pointing straight out, he’s a little over an inch now but his foreskin pokes out further making it look slightly bigger. Eric takes the cloth and begins gently scrubbing the boys groin working around his penis then down to his scrotum before going back to his penis, pulling the foreskin back and cleaning it; Oliver giggles “that tickles Eric.” He has the boy turn so his backside is facing us I tell him “bend forward so we can get your little butt cleaned up.” “Daaaaad” he whines but knows I won’t take no so he bends forward and pulls his butt cheeks apart. Eric’s eyes get big seeing my sons small pink hole, he looks at me then mouths `it’s fucking beautiful’ to which I grin and softly nod my head. He begins to scrub with the cloth starting at the top of his butt crack then working his way down. When he gets to the boys hole he pokes at it ever so slightly then looks to me to see if I’m angry but I can’t help grinning because when he does Oliver lets out a soft squeak. Eric looks at me questioning; I know he’s wondering, should he remove the cloth and finger my boy but I shake my head no leaning in to his ear I whisper “I want it to be special for him not something that happens in the bathtub.” He gives an understanding smile and nods his head before continuing the wash Oliver’s butt then moving down to his legs. When his lower half is clean I tell him he can sit back down and rinse off. Once he’s all rinsed off and cleaned up I take a fresh cloth and scrub his face causing him to wrinkle his nose at me. I tell him we’ll wash his hair in the morning and he can get up now so we can dry him off. I stand then hand Eric a towel, when Oliver gets out of the tub Eric starts drying him off, wiping down all his limbs then spending a little extra time drying off his cock and balls. When he’s done I hand Oliver his pajamas and have him put them on before sending him off to the bedroom. Eric looks up at me “you always loved when Dan dried you off didn’t you?” I smile at him thinking about it “yeah, the first time he did it I felt closer to him and it’s something I really miss now.” We walk out of the bathroom and over to the bedroom, Oliver is laying on top of the covers so I tell him it’s time to go to sleep. He whines a little but climbs off the bed as I pull the blanket and sheets down, then once he’s laying down I pull them back up and tuck him in. I kiss him on the forehead then kneel next to the bed just watching him as he tosses and turns a few times until he’s comfortable. When I stand, Eric is in the doorway watching so I move closer, we step into the hallway so I can pull the door closed but leaving it slightly cracked open. He leans in to kiss me on the lips so I wrap my arms around him and pull him closer. After a minute he breaks the kiss, looking me deep in the eyes he says “watching you be a dad is so sexy Hen, thanks for letting me be part of it tonight.” I run my fingers through his hair then say “I’m glad you could be part of our lives.”