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Subject: Daddy Night, Part Two This story is purely a work of adult erotic fantasy, copyright me 2020. I own it and all legal rights to it. **That means you cannot repost, reformat, or reproduce this story anywhere without my express permission.** If you’re under the age of majority in your jurisdiction, please come back when you’re of legal age. This story contains explicit sexual activity between adult men. You can also find a whole lot more of my stories here on Nifty – look for ‘a4f101’ in the Prolific Authors listing or search ‘a4ftales’ for the newer stuff. I’m also on Tumblr at talesfromunderthemattress.tumblr, and you can find me on Twitter at @UnderYrMattress. Nifty is an incredible free service that depends on your donations to survive. It changed my life, and maybe it’s changed yours too. Please help them to keep providing this awesome resource for all of fty/donate.html I love hearing from you guys. ail. Enjoy. ***** Previously… Hunter served up the drinks, and Dan passed them around. Troy looked surprised, but raised his glass with a grin. “I feel like I should be buying you a drink for that performance you just gave,” he said, and the way he looked at Dan, just like he’d looked at him, made Ian’s insides all hot, curious and amused and protective and a little jealous all at once. “Hell, I’m pretty confident that performance just won me first prize,” Dan said with a proud tilt to his chin, slinging his arm easily round Ian’s neck as he lifted his own glass. “Which means I ain’t paying for these anyway.” The two men laughed uproariously at that and clinked their glasses together, and then they both looked at Ian, and he was damned if he could see much of a difference in the way his father was looking at him right now, and the openly interested and available way Troy was. “Looks like I can’t buy either of you a drink, then,” Troy said to him, his gaze warm and level. “That’s a shame.” He sipped on his drink, his eyes on Ian’s the whole time, and Ian felt himself blush. “You mean to tell me this nice gentleman offered to buy you a drink, and you declined?” Dan said to Ian with a big half-buzzed grin, and the direct aim of his playful charm, along with the dense, familiar musk emanating from his pit and swirling all around Ian’s head like a fog suddenly had his balls aching. “Well that’s not gonna get you very far, is it buddy?” * * * * * Once Ian gave up on trying to get a handle on the night and where it might end up going, he felt immediately looser. It wasn’t just the drinks, either, even though Hunter kept treating them to generous pours, spurred on by the handsome tip his father had laid down on the bar. He figured if his father was so relaxed and having such a good time, he might as well be too. After all, it was Father’s Day, or getting pretty close to it, technically speaking. What better way to celebrate it than by having a good, albeit crazy time together? Fuck it. Ian and his Dad had had plenty of crazy little adventures together, and they’d both come out the other side in good shape, or so it mostly seemed. Maybe other fathers and sons didn’t do the kinds of things they’d done, and had a good time doing. He was pretty sure none of his high school buddies had never gotten halfway blitzed with their dads and wound up jacking off on the beach together. If they had, he wondered if they still thought about it as much as he did. Like he was right now, in fact, Dan leaning easy and shirtless against him while they propped up the bar, another handsome man flirting with him, and shooting a little game his father’s way too. ‘Buddy, if you only knew…’ Ian thought with a smile as he listened to Troy talk, watched the way his face and hands moved, eyed the firm, fit swells of his chest and shoulders and arms. And what if he did? Ian wondered if he’d be freaked out, or… feeling some other kind of way about it. He wondered what the guy would picture in his head, if he knew they were father and son. Maybe he was already picturing the two of them like that. Would knowing who they actually were kill it, or make it even more intense for him? Ian knew what he thought about it, of course, what he’d been thinking about it for a long time, well before he and Dan had jerked off that night at Corolla. And again a few times since. Not so much that it became a habit for them or anything, just something that wound up being a hot, left-field kind of possibility from time to time. Him and his Dad, all the bullshit stripped away, just a couple of close guys sharing a good time. “That didn’t… you know… mess you up, did it?” Dan asked him one night. Summer just before his sophomore year, strolling in the dusk along the empty greens behind his grandparents’ house down in Wilmington. It had taken a lot of his nerve to come out to his father, and he’d felt stupid and relieved and happy all at once when the man smiled, squeezed his shoulder, and pulled him into a close, long hug and told him that he loved him, and was proud of him. He guessed it had taken a lot of Dan’s nerve too, bringing up the other thing they’d shared at the beach the summer before, the two of them dropping their shorts and then dropping a load together those couple of times. He was kind of relieved it had been on Dan’s mind like it had been on his. “Nah,” he said, after he thought about it, and felt the truth of it. “I was who I was before we did it, and I still was afterwards. Probably a little more so, even,” he added with a little blush but a grin too, and Dan laughed, deep and low, and clapped his shoulder affectionately. “Good, I’m glad,” Dan said, hand resting there easily. “I’m not gonna win Father of the Year anytime soon, I guess, but I’m glad you don’t think I’m some kind of monster.” “Bit of a perv, maybe,” Ian said, feeling daring and game and happy to have this vibe they shared. “But you’re good. We’re good.” He let a beat pass, and added, “And I had fun.” “Oh you did now, did ya,” Dan smirked. “Guess that makes you a bit of a perv too, huh?” “Thought you’d like having a kid who takes after you, old man,” Ian grinned, and Dan scoffed and playfully swiped at the back of his head. “Got a long way to go before you can measure up to this kind of excellence,” Dan smirked, taking a pull on his beer, and no matter what else, through the turmoil of the divorce and all the crazy things that had happened before and since, the truth of it all was he loved his Dad, and he knew his Dad loved him too. Everything else was just… stuff that happened. They were who they were to each other, and that really meant something, no matter what else. “I had fun too,” Dan said after an easy silence, and Ian smiled to himself. “It’s good to do something like that. Shake things up a little. Remind you you’re not just going through the motions, sometimes.” Ian looked to him, saw the contemplative look on Dan’s face in the settling evening gloom, and wondered if big, easygoing, charming Dan Cameron was as alright and at ease with life as he always seemed to be. He was old enough to start understanding that kind of stuff more, like a man did, and he hoped he could find a way to show Dan that. Then his father seemed to snap out of it, looking at him with that easy smile again, and ruffled his hair. “You’ll know what I mean one day,” the man said, easing his big arm round Ian’s shoulders companionably. “Just don’t lose your sense of adventure, OK? That’s all you need to worry about right now.” “I won’t, Dad,” he said, and he’d thought about that promise ever since he’d made it. Dan had been right, and still was. It was good to shake things up every so often, and they were sure doing that, very much having an adventure, even if it wasn’t precisely the one they’d both expected when they’d started out this morning. Now that he’d decided to surrender himself to it, Ian was ready to see where it led him, and the two of them. “You know,” Troy said now, and Ian refocused his attention on the man. “Before you showed up, Dan, I was looking forward to getting to know Ian here.” He paused and looked from Dan to Ian and back to Dan again, and grinned, and the more he did that, the handsomer he got. “I didn’t know he was here with you though,” Troy went on, and Ian felt himself tensing up inside with anticipation and nerves at the same time. “And I hope I haven’t intruded on your evening too much.” “Buddy,” Dan said easily, reaching out to clap Troy’s shoulder, “it’s been a delight, trust me. If the guys are as friendly as you, I can see why he likes the place.” Both men looked at Ian with big smiles, and fuck, he felt cornered, but kind of in a good way too. A little bit like a kid in the presence of these two handsome, mature men, the one who’d raised him and the one who was interested in him, and he guessed if he’d been sober, this might be a lot harder to process. But he wasn’t sober, he was in that real pleasant buzzed state where he could still make good decisions and not be too hung up about all the details. Sure, there were a lot of details. He still had the heavy tang of his father’s musk filling his nose, and the steady, interested, speculative gaze of handsome Troy sizing him up warmly. Two hands playing different notes on his strings, but together they made one hell of a tune. He’d been idly wondering what Troy’s full, smiling lips might feel like on his, and better than that, what they might taste like pretty much since the guy had showed up at his side, and now he wasn’t wondering so idly. Maybe if his Dad hadn’t been here, he’d be finding out right now. Maybe it wouldn’t even matter, if he leaned in to kiss this good-looking dude, with his father standing right there next to him. Maybe Dan might even rub his back while he did, nice and slow and proud and warm and paternal, and fuck he was glad it was darker over in this part of the bar, because he was starting to sport what felt like the biggest hardon he’d ever thrown. “Well, I’ve enjoyed getting to know you too, Dan,” Troy said, looking to his father with that same interested gaze. “Feels like I lucked out, getting to meet two hot, charming guys at the same time. And… not that I expected to be making this kind of offer tonight, but maybe my luck’ll keep going, and you guys might like to head out of here with me.” Ian felt a surge of excitement and regret at the same time, and then his mind circled back to that idea, Troy inviting the both of them home with him, him and his father, and fuck… that took him out of the game for a moment. But of course, Dan stepped up the plate ably. “Well that’s a fine compliment, my friend, and right back at you,” he said easily. “But I’m just here with my guy tonight.” He slipped his arm round Ian’s back in a companionable squeeze, and right now was really the time to let Troy off the hook, let him know who they were and why they were here, and why he sure hoped Troy would give him another shot, another time. Why nothing could really happen now. Right? “We’re enjoying your company though, man,” Dan said, clapping Troy’s shoulder again, “and I don’t think we’re going anywhere anytime soon, right bud?” he said to Ian, giving him that look that he knew meant to just play along, relax, things were gonna be fine, things were gonna be fun, he’d see. “Plus, we gotta see whether you came second in the contest, or third,” Ian said and sipped his drink as Troy laughed. “Cheeky little asshole,” Dan growled. “You see what I have to put up with?” he said to Troy, who kept looking at Ian with that smiling, speculative gaze. “Seems worth it to me,” he said, and damn, Ian was vibing hard to this guy. The odds he’d at least kiss him before tonight was out were improving all the time. Ian felt the slight squeeze of his father’s arm around his back, a little subtle encouragement, maybe. *You got a live one here, kid…* “Well if you gentlemen will excuse me, I need to step away a minute,” Troy said, then pressed his half-full glass into Ian’s hand. “Look after this for me, would you? I’ll be back.” “If you don’t leave here tonight with his number, I’m disinheriting you,” Dan said, as Troy worked his way out into the crowd, leaning close to be heard over the music. Ian blushed and grinned and felt that mix of awkwardness and pride deep inside. To have a father you could be this close with, not just accepting but encouraging who you were… he felt really moved all of a sudden, his eyes prickling a little bit, adding to the crazy whirl of feelings going on inside him. “Never thought I’d wind up cockblocking you,” Dan laughed suddenly, and Ian couldn’t help but laugh with him, even as he blushed harder. “All good, Dad,” he said, and Dan side-hugged him a little harder. “Shit, I can’t believe we’re out like this tonight. That you’re so… cool with all this.” “I ever seem like the uptight type to you, kid?” Dan grinned, tipping back the last of his drink and signalling to Hunter for another round. “Yeah, not hardly,” Ian said with a laugh, because that was putting it mildly. He’d just watched the man strip down before a crowd of cheering gay dudes and show off half his cock to them, after all. `Uptight’ wasn’t even in the same galaxy as Dan Cameron. “I’ve been around the block, I guess you could say,” Dan grinned. “Have you?” Ian said casually, feeling that intense curiosity about his Dad’s wild younger days even more strongly now. “Oh, the stories I could tell,” Dan laughed. “Maybe one day when you’re older,” he said with a loose, twinkling grin. “Not quite the straight and narrow path,” Ian grinned back at him, feeling his daring rise a little like it usually did with his father. Like recognizing like, the way it always did with them. “Fuck that,” Dan scoffed. “Life might change, but you shouldn’t. I didn’t do everything right, but I did a lot of things well, some of them more than a few times. Even your mother could agree with that.” “But she probably doesn’t know the half of it,” Ian said, and Dan let out a short sharp laugh at that. “I did a lot of things before I met your mother, bud,” he said with a wry half-smirk that filled Ian’s head with a thousand more sudden curious questions. “And I’m still standing. You will, too. You’re a lot like her in a lot of ways, but you’re even more like me, so I know you probably won’t fuck things up, in the end.” It was an oddly affecting thing to hear, and in Dan’s unusual way, it was exactly the right thing to say. Hunter showed up with a couple of fresh drinks, but Ian figured he’d let his sit a little bit. He’d always held his liquor well, and he was enjoying just holding it right now, soaking up the vibes and the experience of this crazy-ass night they were having. It felt good to still be a little bit in control, too, because for all the fun and the laughs and the vibes, there were a lot of other things going on beneath the surface tonight that he was trying to keep a handle on. “So, speaking of not fucking things up,” Dan said, lifting his fresh glass in Ian’s direction. “This Troy guy sure seems to be doing his best to get to know you. Seems like he might be your type, too.” “You know what my type is, huh?” Ian said, unable to stop himself from blushing a little, but trying to brazen it out. “I’m your father, son,” Dan said. “It’s kind of my job to know what interests you, and it seems like Daddy Night might be your kind of night. Or am I wrong?” Goddamn him, as fun and easygoing as he could be, Dan didn’t miss a trick. Ian had long given up trying to pull the wool over his father’s eyes about pretty much anything, but this was real personal shit, and he felt more than a little seen, hearing his father put his finger on it so pointedly. But then, he guessed the two of them were used to being exposed to each other by now, in various ways. And at the end of the day, his father was right, and trying to deny it wouldn’t make anything better, or easier. So he just shrugged and conceded the point. “So if you like him, go after him,” Dan said, giving him a literal nudge. “Even tonight, I don’t care. I have a real nice hotel room to go back to. Just say the word, and I’m in an Uber, and you’re good to go, yeah?” “Yeah, yeah, OK,” Ian said, waving him off, but smiling too. “Shit, you’ve gone from cockblocking me to cock-pushing me…” “Well I guess that’s a way of putting it,” Dan smirked, and he had a point there, because now Ian was kind of thinking about that, and that was usually the kind of thinking he did when he was by himself, and fuck, he was already pretty damn hard right now. “Call it warm, fatherly encouragement.” Ian opened his mouth to shoot something back, but he was all out of comebacks all of a sudden, and then the DJ saved him by cutting in over the music. “Alright guys, the judges have finished their deliberations,” he said, and a cheer went up around the bar. “A very solid group of contestants for Daddy Night tonight — very solid, am I right, fellas?” Some guy yelled out “Give it to the guy who showed his cock!” and the cheers got even louder. Ian blushed a little at that and looked at his father, who just shrugged and smirked. “Guess that’s who I am now,” Dan said. “The guy who showed his cock.” He grinned at Ian, who just blushed even harder, but he felt a weird kind of pride along with it, and another surge in his shorts too. “Well, all our daddies tonight put on a fine performance,” the DJ said. “But one man put on a particularly fine show. So let’s get `em all up here and crown our Mr. Daddy Night! Steve, Lamar, Chuck, Dan, come on up!” “Well, duty calls…” Dan grinned, giving Ian’s shoulder another squeeze and handing him his drink, then making his way through the crowd. “The big moment,” Troy said beside him a minute later, reappeared from wherever he’d gone to, and Ian felt a surge of happiness that the guy had come back. “I think big Dan’s got a lock on this, don’t you?” “Among other things, I guess,” Ian laughed, handing Troy his drink. “Glad you made it back.” “So am I,” Troy said with his warm gaze and easy smile, and Ian could real easily picture pushing in close to him in some back corner of the bar, reaching for those handsome lips with his own. “Here’s to new friends,” he smiled, raising his glass. “And to Daddy Night,” Ian said, raising his own, seeing the little flare in Troy’s eyes and the way his smile twitched a little wider as they toasted. “And to the hot boys who make it worth coming to,” Troy added before taking a sip, and yeah, fuck yeah. Any other night, Troy could have him. Hell, even tonight felt like there was an outside chance of him sealing the deal. He didn’t trust himself to say the right thing just yet, so he just smiled at the man and took another little sip of his drink, and the two of them turned their attention to the stage. Ian honestly didn’t remember the other three guys and their performances, but then that was to be expected, with the show his own good-looking father had put on. He was pretty sure none of the others had gone as far as Dan had, though, and if they had, it was only the sight of Dan’s hard, half-exposed cock that stuck in his head. That, and the smiling, direct way his father had locked eyes with him as he did it. He was barely paying attention to the others now, for that matter, half watching his father’s easygoing smile and relaxed stance up there, seeing how at-home the man looked barechested and being ogled hard by a room full of horny drunk guys. The other half was thinking about how much flesh the man had shown them all, but it felt especially like Dan had been showing him. Like seeing it for the first time, though of course, it wasn’t the first time he’d seen Dan’s piece, or the man fishing it out of his underwear. “Seems like this is getting to be a habit of ours,” Dan said that night on the golf course down in Wilmington, behind his grandparents’ place. Dan had steered him down a cart path to a little maintenance shed tucked in beside one of the lakes on the course, sheltered from the greens by a decorative hedge. Not that anyone was out there to see them in the fast-falling summer night, and that just added an extra edge to the fast-rising excitement Ian was feeling as his father took him someplace quiet and secluded and private. “Maybe,” Ian laughed softly. There was still enough light from the sky overhead to see the easy, steady way Dan was squeezing the bulge in his shorts as they sat on the grass. He knew Dan could see him doing the same, especially when his father smiled at him. “Good or bad, though?” “Guess it depends on how you look at it,” Dan grinned. “Or who’s looking at it.” The sound of his zipper opening rippled through the song of the insects around them, and it was followed by the sound of Ian’s. “Guess it’s nobody but us,” Ian said, swallowing thickly when Dan reached inside his shorts and tugged his big cock free. It seemed to harden even more in his hand, but maybe that was just a trick of perspective and the fading light, as he watched his father lift his ass and shuck his shorts, kicking them off his long, hairy, athletic legs, tucking his boxer briefs under his balls, letting out a contented sigh as he did. “That’s right, buddy,” Dan said, voice low and husky and just for him, watching as Ian slid his own shorts off and reached inside his underwear for his own piece, which was as hard as it was ever going to get, with the hot, private, playful vibe between them. “Just us men.” “Me and a bud or two used to come down here all the time, back in the day,” Dan izmit escort said after a little bit, over the sound of his hand sliding up and down the skin of his hard cock, and soon the sound of Ian’s joined in, playing the harmony. Ian tried picturing in his head his father as a young man of high school age, big and athletic and good-looking, and the kinds of friends he would have had back then. Jocks like him, probably, and the notion of two or three hunky high-school dudes kicking back out here came real easily to Ian’s imagination, all the long, lithe muscles, the easy camaraderie, the soft grunts and sounds of young men pleasuring themselves in the warm summer dusk. “Yeah?” Ian said huskily, his cock pulsing now in his stroking hand, steadying his rhythm to make it last. This felt like one of those times to slow his roll. Those nights at the beach with his father had too, and he’d sure tried, but tonight felt that way even more. He’d been thinking about those beach nights all year long, thinking about himself and his father and the easy masculine connection between them, never expecting to get another chance to experience it, which just made the moment even more intense and exciting and sensual. “Mm-hmm,” Dan murmured, letting out a little grunt, and Ian saw how the head of his father’s cock was gleaming in the rapidly fading light now. His pre, he thought, and that made his own cock leak some more, the sounds they were making together now, side by side, becoming even wetter. “Nothing quite like it, bonding with your boys like that. Just being guys, enjoying who you are, what you have, not getting all fucked up over it.” “Like us, huh?” Ian said, hearing the breathy, excited edge in his voice. “Yeah,” Dan grunted, smiling. “But this is better, bud,” and that made Ian’s cock throb even harder in his stroking, sliding, spit-palmed grip. “Just for us, no matter what anybody else might think.” “Fuck `em,” Ian grunted, and Dan’s laugh trailed smoothly into a low murmur of pleasure. “Nobody’s business but ours, right Dad?” Christ, saying that — “Dad” — right then as the two of them jacked off together made his balls buzz dangerously, and the soft grunt from his father told him he wasn’t alone in that. The helplessly horny part of him wanted to go with that, push their unique connection a little harder out loud along with their stroke, but he was becoming man enough now to know where to draw the line, and how to enjoy edging right along it too. “Nobody’s but ours, son,” Dan murmured, and the two of them looked at each other, hard-cocked in the open air and stroking faster, almost in sync, and smiled together. As much as the pervy part of him wanted to say more, really, nothing else needed to be said, not until their grunts and soft horny curses started to come not long after that, spurring each other on with their husky, manly sounds of fast-rising pleasure, gasping and softly moaning to each other as their hot cum started to streak across the lakeside grass, thick and wet and abundant. “…and that means, of course, that our big winner — and I do mean *big* — this very special Pride edition of Daddy Night is a man who certainly has *plenty* to be proud of…” said the DJ now, pulling Ian out of his hot and pleasant little reverie. “Our Mr. Daddy Night, Dan the Man!” Dan gave the crowd a shit-eating grin beneath his ballcap as they roared and clapped, Troy hooting next to him as Ian threw his arms up and cheered. The DJ cued up “You Can Leave Your Hat On” again and said, “Show `em what a winner looks like, Big Dan!” and the crowd cheered even louder. Dan just smirked, then flexed one big arm up and rolled his hips a little, and the even bigger response that got seemed to inspire him. He put both hands up behind his head and did another slow bump and grind, and Ian found himself laughing harder than he’d done all night, watching his handsome father ham it up for the thirsty horde. He felt that insistent pulse inside his underwear too, that electric thrill in his guts as Dan slid one hand seductively down over his furry, well-built torso, down to his waistband, and now Ian’s mouth was suddenly thick with spit, his pulse starting to beat faster with anticipation, eagerly waiting to see just how far his Dad might push things. Pretty far, as it turned out, and he really shouldn’t have been surprised, watching Dan slide his shorts down and step out of them as the crowd roared and the music blared. He watched as his father gave his already amply full crotch another slow, showy squeeze, and then turned his back to the crowd. With a hot grin over his shoulder, Dan flirted the waistband of his briefs down over the top of his ass, revealing the top of his cleft and the fur that lined it and fanned out above, gleaming in the hard lights of the stage. “He’s got a talent for this,” Troy said beside him, laughing, his eyes locked on Dan’s frame. “He’s never short of surprises, that’s for sure,” Ian grinned, equally transfixed, feeling that happy mix of buzzed and proud and surprised and horny all at once. Then he gasped aloud as Dan arched his back almost professionally and bared his ass, strong and furred, the handsome muscles flexing as he wriggled it slowly for the loudly approving crowd of men, and again more than a few bills rained down on him from them. Ian couldn’t stop staring as his father kept going, making a real show out of inching his Calvins down his strong legs, rolling his hips to add to the effect, and then he was stepping out of them, and Ian felt his heart practically in his mouth. Dan smacked one side of his ass, still grinning over his shoulder, then slowly turned around. ‘Oh no,’ Ian thought with a flare of panic, but also *Hell yes…* at the same time, seeing his father turn to face all these men with both hands just barely covering what Ian knew from experience was a big, hard cock. “*Fuck*,” Troy growled, and Ian chanced a look at the man, their new friend’s night-long easygoing smile replaced with a much more carnal, primal look of pure male desire. That thrilled him almost as much as the sight of Dan up there, and he was within an inch of just reaching for the guy and laying a big, hot, hungry kiss on his handsome lips, when he saw his eyes go wide and heard the roar of the crowd go up a notch. Ian whipped his head back to the stage and saw his father, his *fucking father*, for God’s sakes, leaning back easily on his hands against the back wall behind the stage, wearing nothing but his shoes and his ballcap and his watch, and of course that sexy, confident grin. That, and a big, hard cock. Ian’s mouth went dry, and he felt as much as heard the deep bass grunt from Troy beside him. It was just for an instant, and then Dan covered himself with one hand — or mostly covered himself, there was an inch of hard dick visible either side of his loosely cupped palm — and stepped back to his shorts. Then he hunkered down low, picked up his underwear, gave the men a slow panning look, and then looked up and found Ian’s eyes once more. This time, the look hit him even harder, feeling the electric force of it all the way down to his balls, as his father threw his shucked Calvins out into the crowd, then stepped back into his shorts, giving his son a wink. The men went apeshit as they grabbed in the air for Dan’s undies, and Ian didn’t see who got to claim the prize. He was too transfixed by the man, the man who’d made him and loved him and encouraged him to be himself and be good at it, and as he watched Dan slowly slide his cargo shorts up over his bare ass, the hunger Ian felt for him was stronger and deeper than ever. It felt like it might swallow him alive, right then, and when he took a slug of his drink, that mix of rich rum and tangy ginger filling his mouth and filling his head with memories of the beach and the heat of those nights they’d shared, he was almost sure his hand was shaking a little. “Well god *damn*,” Troy said as Dan made his way off the stage and started to fight his way through the press of the men trying to get close to him. He turned to Ian with an almost admiring look. “You’re one lucky guy.” “Yeah, thanks, I guess so,” Ian said, feeling suddenly nervous under the man’s gaze, wondering what Troy was picturing in his head about Dan and Ian, and how closely it might match the things Ian himself was trying real hard not to think about. “You two make a real handsome pair, that’s for sure,” Troy said, and that didn’t help Ian any. He felt himself blushing again, even harder this time. “Well, he’s apparently the showman of the two of us,” Ian said, looking around to see if Dan was coming to save him yet. “I can see that,” Troy laughed. “Though I’ll bet you’d have plenty to show yourself, too.” Oof, that made Ian’s overheated skin prickle in all kinds of ways, but at least it got him smiling again. Just as he was trying to piece together a decent rejoinder, Dan finally arrived, like he’d been ejected from the crowd of men between them and the stage, his shorts just barely hanging on around his hips, sweat shining under the fur on his bare chest. For the first time Ian could remember, the man looked just a little frazzled, and he had to imagine his father’s journey through the crowd of horny, drunk dudes he’d just riled up so well was a pretty active one. “Jesus christ,” Dan muttered. “Talk about swimming with the fuckin’ sharks…” “You’re the one who chummed the waters, big guy,” Ian said with a smirk. “So how does it feel to be the champion?” Troy asked, and that got Dan grinning again, nice and easy and playfully proud. He brandished the T-shirt he’d won, emblazoned with the End Zone logo and a boldly lettered MR. DADDY NIGHT with a gold crown hanging off the T, then slung his arms easily around Ian and Troy both, which was as much a surprise to Troy as it was to him, but clearly a welcome one, too. “Pretty fucking good, I have to say,” Dan said proudly. “Last thing I expected out of the day, but ain’t that just how life goes sometimes?” “That’s the fuckin’ truth,” Ian muttered, but with a smile too. Already Dan’s musk, stronger now, was scenting the air around them, making a masculine little bubble around the three of them, and he wondered if he was responding to it as visibly as Troy was. The man was subtle about it, but Ian could see his nostrils flaring as he inhaled a little, and a certain hungry gleam in his eye, too. Then Troy flicked his gaze back at Ian, saw him watching him, and held it, level and strong and game, and Ian wondered how many times he’d have to jerk off tonight before he got to finally sleep. Ian hadn’t even noticed Dan signalling to Hunter for another round for the three of them, and he didn’t know if he was more relieved or disappointed when Dan unhooked his arms from around him and Troy to hand them out. For his part, Troy looked as cool as he had all night long, but the vibes between them were definitely heavier now, something hot and almost inevitable about the way the man was looking at him, and maybe the way Ian was looking at him too. “Well, here’s to the Daddy of the Night,” Troy said, raising his glass with a grin. “I promise to do my utmost to live up to the honor,” Dan said, placing one hand over his heart. “I’m sure you will,” Troy said as they clinked their glasses together and took a drink. Then he looked from Dan to Ian and smiled, digging into the front pocket of his jeans. “And I have something to help you with that. A prize from me, if you like.” Dan and Ian both stared at him as Troy stepped in a little closer to them and pulled out a little Ziploc dimebag, looking around to make sure he wasn’t being watched, then held it out for them to see. Inside were three pills, and for the millionth time tonight, it seemed, Ian found himself surprised yet again. “I picked these up thinking the night might go one way for the three of us,” Troy said as Dan and Ian looked at the pills and then each other, and for once, Dan looked more than a little surprised too. “And even if that’s not how it plays out, well, I’m still down to keep having a good time, if you men are…” “Holy shit, is that… X?” Dan said, giving Troy a surprised but game grin, and Troy grinned right back and nodded. “Fuck, I haven’t rolled since the `90s…” Ian didn’t know how to react to that, the idea of his Dad rolling in the club back in his wild young days. He’d never done it, himself, but he’d been curious about it, like anyone might be. Dan looked at him levelly, one eyebrow raised, clearly no judgment, and Ian remembered that feeling from earlier, of giving into the vibe and letting the night just happen, and how good that had felt. How the lines between him and his father were different than they were for most other guys, and how much he’d come to realize over the past few years that he appreciated that, and enjoyed it too. So he gave Dan a little shrug and a level look of his own, putting the ball in the man’s court. “I guess whatever Daddy decides, right?” he said, the words seeming to come from out of nowhere, and the way Dan’s eyes widened at that, the subtle quirk of his lips into a surprised but very game smile, made him grin right back at the man. Ian felt bold and suddenly confident and real comfortable with it. Like his father’s son, for sure. “Well, you know I like an adventure, kid,” Dan said, his gaze knowing and intent and hot as fuck on Ian’s. “So what the hell, why not?” “That’s what I thought you’d say,” Troy said. “Hoped, really. So, then…” He fished out one pill, popped it on his tongue, then washed it down with a drink and a smile for them both. He took out the second, and was about to offer it to Ian, then smiled even wider and popped it on his tongue too. Ian had just enough time to register confusion before Troy reached up, cupped the back of his neck, and drew him in smoothly, smiling the whole way as Ian’s heart raced, even harder when those handsome lips he’d been admiring all night pressed to him, firm and smooth and moist, moving against his. After a beat, Ian’s brain kicked back in along with his instincts, and he parted his lips to meet the man’s more fully, grunting softly to himself as he leaned into the kiss and felt Troy respond. The man’s tongue slipped easily inside his mouth, slow and smooth and heady with rum and a sharp chemical edge too, and Ian swore he heard his father grunt beside him as he watched his son and this hot stranger kiss before him. Holy fuck, this was one of the hottest things he’d ever experienced. The kiss, sure, which was as good as he’d imagined it would be, Troy taking slow, skilled pleasure in exploring his mouth, encouraging Ian to do the same as he swallowed the pill the man had fed him and kissed him back. It was hot being watched, too, letting somebody else see this intimate side of him in public. But of course, the hottest thing of all was that it was Dan watching him, his father, close enough to see his and Troy’s tongues mingling, and to hear the sounds they made over the noise of the bar and the man clustered all around them. And then he felt the grazing, encouraging touch of his father’s hand, stroking lightly up his spine, just like he’d idly imagined before, and he shivered in Troy’s easy embrace and willed himself not to cum. Ian felt dazed when the kiss ended, and not at all ready for it to stop. “Damn, buddy,” Troy said quietly, his voice thick, his lips all shiny as they stretched into a big smile, and finally Ian knew what it meant to truly be captivated by somebody. He felt a little bit outside himself as he watched Troy turn to Dan with that same hot, easy smile and repeat all the steps, popping the pill onto his tongue and reaching for his father. He knew it wasn’t the drugs kicking in, it was way too soon for that — just the insane, intense headiness of the whole night, capped with this even more powerful moment happening between the three of them. He felt a deep tension, too, watching Dan’s face, seeing how he responded, not knowing what to expect or even hope for anymore. Dan didn’t lean in like Ian had, but he didn’t pull away either, and fuck he looked hot, his eyes focused on Troy’s as the two men drew closer. Ian almost didn’t believe any of it was happening, wouldn’t believe it until the men connected, and then they did and his cock pulsed in his shorts, watching the easy, open way his father let the guy kiss him, responding to him slowly at first, then opening his mouth to the man and his offering. For all the things they’d done and shared, as crazily open as they were with each other, he’d never seen his father kiss anyone else before, not like this. He saw his father swallow, and then, *fuck*, Dan reached up to cup the back of Troy’s head and went for it, kissing him deep and long and slow. Ian had always loved watching men kiss each other, almost as much as he loved being a part of it. This was like the best of both worlds, and his hand was moving before he knew it, reaching up behind Dan to lightly stroke his back, just like his father had done for him. Dan let out a low rumble and reached out to squeeze Ian’s hip, and he thought he might explode, as he watched his father kiss another man, and kiss him well. After a long minute of that, longer than Ian and Troy had kissed, the two men separated slowly, gazing at each other as they did, like they were the only two men in the world. Then they started to smile at each other, and Dan turned to his son as his smile widened. They looked at each other for a long moment, and Ian half-registered Troy looking at them both, from one to the other, but everything was about Dan right now, big handsome Dan and his bright eyes and big grin that somehow felt like a secret just for the two of them. One of the many, tonight and for a long time now. His father reached out and ruffled his hair affectionately, and no matter all the other crazy, intense things churning inside of him right now, the one thing he knew most of all was how much he loved the man. “Damn, you two…” Troy said, and Ian was glad for the break in the air between him and his father. “Sure am glad I came out tonight.” “So am I,” Dan said, turning his charming smile on the guy. “Aren’t you, buddy?” he said to Ian. “It’s been one hell of an adventure,” he said, wondering if he sounded as spacey as he felt. Dan just smiled even bigger at him, and nodded, and Troy joined in too. “Then what do you say we go dance, guys?” Ian had barely noticed the music, how it had shifted after the contest, going from the looser party jams from before and into smoother, sleeker, dancier beats. He’d been too focused on more important things. Now, out on the floor, it started to really click with him, calling to his feet and his hips. He liked to think he was a pretty decent dancer, though he didn’t get to do it much, and for all the self-confidence Dan had and had gifted him with in other things, Ian could still be a little bit self-conscious about stuff like this. But apparently tonight wasn’t the night for that; that shit had gone out the window hours ago. They were surrounded by guys, and there were great dancers and terrible ones and average ones, and it just didn’t matter. He and Troy and his father had a little niche carved out on the floor among the other men, and they were filling it together, and fuck it felt good to just let loose and ride the wave. Other guys kept wanting to cut in and get up close to Dan — they’d been trying it all night since he’d gotten up on stage that first time, and he’d been good-natured and indulgent about it all, which was awesome by itself. But he always managed to smooth his way out of their orbit and back into Ian and Troy’s. It was kind of amusing to watch it all play out, especially here in the tighter, sweatier, sultrier space of the dancefloor, but Ian could feel himself getting little twinges about it too, that odd little jealous flare. Guys were trying to dance up on him, too, and that was a nice little boost to his mood. He was young and in good shape, broad-shouldered and athletic, and kind of handsome, he guessed. Like his father, though not as good-looking, he didn’t think. Dan had been a hot young man, and the proud pictures of him in his navy uniform and high school football gear and as a handsome young father that were displayed around the house when he was a kid had been an endless source of fascination to Ian. He’d aged real well, too, his looks maturing and taking on more character, giving Ian hope that he’d follow in those footsteps as well. Right now, though, he was getting a good amount of attention, intent gazes and glancing grazes, the odd flirty hand taking its time to size him up a little more closely, and he let all that stroke his ego a little, because why not? It was a singular night, one never to be repeated, so might as well enjoy every part of it, he thought. He also thought the ecstasy must be kicking in, and that just made him smile even more. Troy was getting his fair share of attention, and Ian could definitely see why. The guy danced really well, and the more he did it, the sweatier he got, and the more his T-shirt clung to his handsomely built body. He watched the man dance beside his father, and periodically with him, the two of them unselfconscious and riding the vibe together, and couldn’t help but compare them. Troy was shorter than him and Dan, but it just made him seem more densely packed. And yeah, of course, there was the contrasting tones of their skin, Dan’s yahya kaptan escort ruddy German-Irish complexion, and Troy’s rich brown hue. Two fit, attractive men in their middle-aged prime, their greying hair and attractively lived-in faces hinting at interesting lives and stories to tell and things to show you, their different looks contrasting and complementing each other handsomely. And tonight, they were both here with him, albeit in different ways. Daddy Night. ‘Any other night,’ he thought again as he watched Troy move, for maybe the hundredth time. Next time for sure. He smiled at that, and Troy looked his way, saw him smile, and smiled right back at him, open and handsome and inviting, and it seemed natural as hell to slip closer to him and lean in to kiss, feel the man’s strong forearm slide round his waist as Ian did the same, leaning into him and kissing him, deep and easy and long. Troy knew they all weren’t heading home together, and it just seemed to loosen things up between them, let them focus on just enjoying the experience together, not having to wonder and plan and engineer things. Wondering could happen later. Ian knew it would for him, for sure. Right now, though, they could just have a good time, come what may. “Yeah boys, get it!” Dan cheered beside them as they kissed, bumping Ian’s hip with his own as he danced beside him. Troy chuckled into Ian’s mouth, and when they finally separated, the way he licked his full lips and looked deep into Ian’s eyes burrowed right down into his core. “I really hope we get to hang out again sometime,” Troy said with a smile, and Ian beamed right back at him. “We will,” he said. “That’s a promise,” and sealed it by leaning in to give him another deep, quick kiss that had his cock absolutely throbbing in his shorts. The two of them laughed, deep and close, and Troy ran his big hands up and down Ian’s hips nice and slow. “Need water,” he said over the beat and what Ian thought was maybe Lady Gaga singing. “Bring you some?” “I’ll be here,” Ian smiled, and Troy squeezed his flanks and stepped away through the grooving crowd of men. He almost jumped when he felt an arm slip around him, and was ready to politely but firmly slide back out of it, when Dan leaned over his shoulder. “Remember, if you want to stay in the will, get his number,” his father said in his ear over the music, and for a quick instant his deep, resonant, warm voice was the only sound in the world. Ian laughed and squeezed Dan’s thick, half-encircling forearm and turned to face him. Fuck, the man looked good, always had. Even more so with his chest all big and bare and sweaty under the fur, his hips moving nimbly to the beat, his gaze on Ian warm and happy and playful and loving all at once, heavy-lidded and relaxed as Ian felt. “Yeah, yeah,” Ian said, leaning in close to be heard, his father’s sweat and underlying musk filling his nose and hitting all the receptors in his head, hard. “Your empire of dirt.” Dan tipped his head back and laughed loud at that, drawing more admiring looks from the men surrounding them. His other hand reached up to squeeze Ian’s side playfully, and it just seemed like the most natural thing in the world to slip into an easy dancing embrace with him. They felt warm and close and good together, and it made Ian feel good all over, and he could tell it made Dan feel just the same way. Drugs or not, it was the best he’d ever felt, and no matter how else he might feel about everything that had led them here, he knew he’d always feel good about this particular moment. “Little smartass,” Dan said, his lips grazing Ian’s ear, making him shiver a little. “You made me this way, big guy,” Ian said, and even riffing on each other like they were, it felt crazy intimate as they held each other close and talked into each other’s ear to be heard over the music. “That I did, son,” Dan said. “Glad I did. Best thing I’ve ever done.” In spite of all the good feelings, Ian’s eyes still prickled at that, and maybe it was a cliché to say his heart swelled, but here they were. “Ah shut up,” he said, squeezing the solid muscles of his father’s upper arms, feeling the man shrug. “Love you, buddy,” Dan said. “You’re just gonna have to deal with it.” “I’m tryin’,” Ian said with a grin, but he meant it when he said, “Love you too, Dad,” and the two of them just kind of grooved in the glow of that for a little bit together. “Even through all the crazy shit, like tonight,” Dan laughed. “And all the other nights,” Ian grinned, and he could just about smell the sea air from Corolla, or the fresh-cut scent of grass from the greens down behind his grandparents’ place in Wilmington. The crisp smell of Christmas snow in the air, out behind the garage in his uncle’s backyard in Bethesda. The scent of his and his father’s sweat, then mingling with now, making his cock pulse steadily. “Maybe because of them, too.” “Yeah, bud?” Dan said, leaning back to look him in the eye again, his gaze warm and intent on his, smiling with it. Ian just nodded, and he could read his father pretty well, and knew he was recalling the same things Ian was, and feeling the same kind of way about them as he did. “I think about `em too, y’know,” Dan said, and again, his voice seemed like the only sound in Ian’s world right then. That and the strong, steady beat of his heart. Dan’s strong forearm curled a little more round his waist with an easy, subtle squeeze, and Ian could remember clearly how it felt that night in Wilmington, the two of them taking their time on their cocks together, at each other’s side, just like Dan and his bros had done back in the day. Dan’s husky, grunting voice, asking him if he was getting close, “Tell me when you are, bud…” How that made his cock and the hum in his loins swell and surge even more, and quickly made him gasp, “I think I’m good to go, Dad,” and the way his father had growled a little in reply and reached for his shoulder. “C’mon, this is how we used to do it…” How Dan’s arm had felt, slipping round his waist easily as they stood side by side at the edge of the golf course lake in the high-summer evening. How good it felt to lean into the man’s big chest a little, as their breath hitched and gasped, as their hands beat a rapidfire pace on their exposed cocks, Dan’s husky whisper of “Yeah, let it go, bud” inspiring him to do just that. Their stifled grunts and gasps as their cum shot through the air and across the surface of the still waters before them, together. How they’d both shuddered in the aftermath, his father’s thick forearm holding him up, squeezing him almost tenderly, catching their breath and coming down together, nice and slow. “Me too,” Ian said, resisting the strong urge to burrow his head in his father’s welcoming, warm chest like he did when he was a kid. “All the time.” He felt his cheeks flush, at what he was saying and thinking and feeling, and from the heat of the dancefloor and the drugs working through their systems. The heat of his father’s body, familiar and comforting, and exciting and evocative too, encircling him, putting that bubble around them both. Two men who knew and loved each other better and deeper than any of the other men in this room, all these other men who had no idea who they truly were to each other. He let his head dip a little, riding the intensity of his feelings and the ecstasy inside him amplifying them all, and when he felt the slow, soft graze of his father’s lips on top of his head, he couldn’t stifle the soft little moan that welled up from deep inside him. “I got you, little man,” his father murmured, and he swore he felt the man’s voice more than heard it, but it hit him real deep all the same, deep and warm and everything he needed, right now. He clutched his father’s biceps again and took a few deep breaths, heavily laden with the humid, sweaty musk of the man, and when he looked back up again, all he could see was his father, the man he’d always wanted, and wanted to be, smiling at him with incredible, open warmth. Dan inched in a little closer, and Ian’s breath caught in his chest again, but he was leaning up a little to meet him too, even though they were almost the same height. If he’d thought the way Troy had looked at him before was intense, this was a whole different, higher kind of power. Everything felt like it was in super slo-mo as they closed in on each other. The music all around them faded away, down to the intense pounding of his heart, the sound of his breath, slow and deep. Just as they got close enough for the brim of Dan’s ballcap to almost graze his brow, his father subtly shifted course and pressed his lips to Ian’s sweaty forehead, laying a slow, soft, moist, lingering kiss right there in the center, and all Ian could do was clutch tighter to the man’s big arms and try to will himself not to cum in his pants. One of Dan’s arms slid up around his lats and just held him, and when he shifted his hips, Ian could feel his father was just as hard he was, thick and long and loose in his shorts, and if the man’s bulge got any closer to Ian’s, he was going to lose the battle against his load for sure. “You’re good, buddy,” Dan murmured to him, giving him a warm, easy squeeze with both arms. “You’re good. *We’re* good.” Troy found them like that still when he returned a couple of minutes later, holding each other and barely moving to the pulsing club music, both of them smiling and looking content. He eased his way close to them, carrying bottles of water, and as good as it felt to just be there with his Dad, close and together, Ian was glad for the interruption, too. He felt sensitive as hell, all over, inside and out, and weirdly enough the feeling of being safe and loved and protected in his father’s big, capable arms was getting to be a little too intense to take. He and Dan let each other go and each took a bottle from their handsome new friend, drinking long and deep. “You men doing good?” Troy asked, looking at each of them in turn and smiling, and Ian and Dan looked to each other and smiled together. “Never better,” Dan said, holding Ian’s gaze. “But not to put too fine a point on it, I gotta take a wicked piss.” “God, me too,” Ian almost moaned, realizing he hadn’t hit the head since right after they’d gotten here, feeling the sudden powerful need swelling inside of him. A different powerful need from all the others he’d felt so far, he thought with a smile to himself. “That makes three of us,” Troy grinned. “Shall we? You’re a hot commodity tonight, Mr. Daddy Night, and there’s safety in numbers…” “Finally, the protection I deserve,” Dan laughed. “Lead the way, and watch out for flanking twinks.” Ian nearly choked on his water trying not to laugh, and the three of them moved off through the dancing crowd to the bathrooms. There were more than a few guys in the men’s room, and they all paid close attention to Ian, Troy and Dan when they filed in, Dan in particular. Here in the closer, quieter confines of the bathroom, that attention felt more pointed, hungrier, much more open and focused and somehow raw. It all just added to the steadily rising sense of desire Ian felt, the muffled thud of the beats from the dancefloor outside almost seeming to sync up with his pulse, as the three men found space at the long urinal and stepped up to it. He willed his cock to behave itself as he unzipped, almost hyper-aware of the sounds of Troy and his father doing the same thing beside him. Dan pulled his dick out first, and Ian couldn’t help but cast a sidelong glance at it, or notice Troy doing the same as he fished his own out, and now Ian’s vision was full of handsome dicks, which was making it a real quest to get his own loose from his underwear, and make it behave too. Of course, he’d seen Dan’s before, even if it was mostly in the low light of those furtive nights together, jacking off by each other’s side. But it still sent a pleasant thrill through him to see it in the bolder light of the men’s room, thick and full and real handsome in his hand. It was even more of a thrill to see Troy’s cock, resting just as heavy and full in the man’s hand as his father’s was. He reminded himself not to stare, to try and at least pretend to be a respectful human being, but then he saw the way Troy’s head turned to look at his own cock as he freed it almost nervously, the way the man smiled at it, then up at him, and he felt a little bit better about checking the guy out like this. Ian glanced from Troy’s face as the man took in the measure of his cock, across to his father, and felt his insides twist in an interesting way as he saw his father checking the guy out too, casual but open about it. Then Dan looked up and met his eyes, giving him a nod and a slightly exaggerated ‘Check *that* out…’ kind of look, somehow approving and encouraging as he nodded at his son. Ian didn’t know how to sort through all that in the right order, but it still felt weirdly good, and strangely supportive too. But then, that was his and Dan’s relationship all over, wasn’t it? Troy seemed to quietly enjoy the attention, and he took his sweet time taking a leak and shaking it off, giving Ian plenty of opportunity to eyeball it and compare it with his own and his father’s, too. ‘Some good lookin’ dicks right here,’ he thought with a smirk and a sense of pride, knowing he could measure up to these guys just fine. It was liberating to feel and think and look that way, as the three of them finished up and slowly tucked themselves away again, unhurried and open and not shy about showing their silent approval of each other. Troy met his eyes in the mirror as they washed their hands and smiled at him with that mix of warmth and playful heat and promise, and much as Ian felt like he should blush and look away, he made himself meet the man’s gaze, vaguely registering his father watching them in the mirror with a little smile. “A very handsome pair,” Troy murmured to both of them, but especially to him, Ian felt. “Not so bad yourself,” he said without thinking about it, and even as Troy smiled at him, he saw Dan look at him in the mirror, arching one eyebrow subtly like, ‘You can do better than that, kid…’, and fuck that was funny and hot and oddly touching all at once. “Definitely worth a second glance,” Ian added with a wide smile, feeling Dan’s confidence in him, and another wave of good warm vibes at the way Troy smiled at him with even more focused, inviting eyes. “I may hold you to that,” Troy said, and Ian replied easily, “I sure hope you do.” Dan nodded at him with an approving smile, and then some other guys stepped up behind them to use the sinks, and the moment moved on. But it still lingered with him as they stepped back out into the hallway, and then Troy smirked to himself, opened the door to the adjacent ladies’ room and stuck his head in quickly. He looked at Dan and Ian with a wider smile and said, “C’mere a minute, you two.” Ian and Dan looked at each other, Dan shrugging, and Ian felt another surge, curiosity and heat together, as Troy stepped inside the women’s bathroom and held the door for them to follow. “An adventure, right bud?” Dan murmured to him, and there was a hot spark in his smile and his eyes that vibed all through Ian deeply. He let the urge tell him what to do and followed the man in, feeling his father close behind him as they went. The ladies’ room was empty, because of course it was, Ian hadn’t seen a woman in what felt like hours, back out on the streets earlier in the evening. They stepped inside, and even though he wasn’t sure what to expect, a part of him seemed to know, and the sound of the lock on the door clicking was like a signal to his cock that they were in for a surprise. The good kind. He shot Dan another glance and his father just smiled at him, catching the same vibe as he was feeling, the two of them on the same strong, deep wavelength more than ever. Even with the muffled thud from the dancefloor coming through the walls, it felt oddly quiet in here, even more so as Troy stood there, regarding them both for a long moment, speculative but smiling easily too, and Ian felt the tension swelling inside him even more. But a good kind of tension, deep and hot and full of promise and intrigue. Then Troy stepped in closer, and that sensation mounted even more within him, all hot and delicious and alive. “So I know you two are going home together tonight,” Troy said, and Ian caught the amused, playful look Dan shot him, and tried not to laugh at the crazy secret they’d been carrying around between them all night. “But I didn’t want you to leave without letting you know what a good time I had with you both…” Troy stepped right up to them both, and Ian opened his mouth to say something, but all he could get out was a soft, husky grunt of surprise as Troy took hold of the waistband of his shorts, leaned in and kissed him. He got over his surprise real quick, though, letting his instincts lead again, sliding an arm up over the man’s broad, solid shoulder and kissing him back, deep and long and hungry, their tongues soft but firm together, wet and eager, easy but focused too, just savoring the contact and the connection. Ian vaguely heard a soft rumble from his father by his side, and the moist, smacking sounds of the kiss echoing off the tile around them, amplifying the heat of it, making his cock swell and surge as he and Troy went deep together. “Fuck, man,” he murmured when they parted, and Troy just nodded, his handsome lips shining, and turned to Dan, his eyes hungry, tongue swabbing his lips a little as he focused on Dan’s father as Ian watched, full of that hot tension. This time it was Dan who leaned in first, cupping the back of Troy’s head and kissing him, his jaw working as he fed their handsome new friend his tongue in passionate, hungry strokes that Troy eagerly returned. Fuck, they looked amazing together, and no matter what else came out of tonight, Ian knew he’d be stroking his cock to the memory of this specific moment for a long time to come. He wasn’t going to feel guilty in the slightest doing it, either. He gasped again as he felt Troy’s warm hand stroke over the bulge in his shorts, and heard Dan grunt thickly into the man’s mouth, looking down to see Troy doing the same to his father, too, slowly palming them both together, easy but with intent, stirring them up, making them thick and hard in no time flat. Well, Ian was already there, thanks to the man’s talented tongue, but this felt like a whole new level of hardness, as he watched his hunky father and their equally hunky new friend go deep on each other’s mouths while Troy teased their hardons into full bloom. Both of them stared at Troy in a horny daze when he finally stepped back and took in the sight of them, a long, slow, appreciative look that Ian knew the man was storing up in his memory banks, just like he was. His hands stayed on their bulges, keeping up the slow, subtle, rhythmic pressure on them, and neither Ian nor Dan made any move to pull back. Troy had them both literally in the palms of his hands, and damn it was a fine place to be. Even finer, because his father seemed to be feeling exactly the same way as Ian was. “I swear you two kiss identically,” Troy said, and Ian couldn’t help but look at Dan, who looked right back at him, a hot flaring glance shared between them. “So I’ll kick myself if I don’t give this a shot…” Troy said with a little grin, and his fingers nimbly popped the button on Ian’s shorts, then found the tab of his zipper and tugged it down. He grunted and clutched the sink behind him, feeling his father’s gaze on Troy’s hand as the man opened Ian’s shorts and reached inside, finding the hot, hard pulse of Ian’s cock trapped inside his boxer briefs, and reaching in further to free it. The touch of Troy’s skin was somehow warm and cool at the same time on the heated thickness of his cock, and he couldn’t help but flash a guilty look at Dan. He wanted to gasp aloud at the way his father looked back at him, from his newly unleashed cock throbbing in Troy’s skilful grasp and up to his eyes, something even deeper and hotter and more electric passing in that heavy gaze between them. Then Dan let out that low, rumbling wordless sound as Troy turned his other hand on him, opening his shorts with deft swiftness. Unencumbered by his underwear, Dan’s big, hard, moist-tipped cock swung loose in the open air, strong and hefty and making sudden jets of spit fill Ian’s mouth as they both watched Troy set him free. “Buddy, you don’t…” Dan started to say, but Troy just shot him a grin and shushed him, then looked back down at the two men’s cocks, one in each of his hands, which made Dan and Ian look too, and fuck, talk about a sight to etch into your memory… “I want to,” Troy said. “This is for me, OK?” Dan looked to Ian, who looked right back at him, and after a long beat, Ian gave him a subtle nod that made Dan grin. That hot, electric adventurous energy swirled between them, connecting them even deeper, like it had done so well in the past, and hell, all night long so far. “Well, I’ve never been one to stand in the way of a good time,” Dan said to Troy, and Ian let out a quick laugh at that. Troy just grinned and gave them both a slow, warm stroke, and the visual of his darker-hued hands, warm and strong and somehow tender on their cocks, just made Ian throb even harder in the man’s grasp. Troy dropped down to gebze escort his knees before them, turning his focus completely on the hard, pulsing, near-identical cocks before him with a hungry kind of smile that made Ian’s insides twist in a whole new, exciting way. He tugged a little on Dan’s undone cargo shorts and made them fall down his long, strong legs, Dan stepping out of them with an easy grin down at him, all but naked once again. With his other hand, Troy tugged on Ian’s shorts too, and he lifted his ass away from the sink to let the man take them down his own athletic thighs. When Troy reached for the waistband of his boxer briefs, Ian almost reached for his hand to stop him, intensely conscious not just of the man’s intent gaze and hot, moist breath on his exposed, achingly hard cock, but his father’s gaze on him too, on his hard young dick and the man getting ready to take it on. But he couldn’t stop him, even if he really wanted to, and he really didn’t want to. So he let the man tug those down too, and the feel of Dan’s naked hip and thigh pressing easily against his made him bite his lip and close his eyes and melt a little inside. “Mmmmm, fuck, buddy,” Dan rumbled, and Ian opened his eyes to see Troy’s handsome full lips sliding down his father’s cock, slow and easy, the man letting out a soft little noise to himself, eyes closed as he took Ian’s father’s hardness down nice and steady, inch by handsome inch. Christ, what a sight to behold, making Ian’s own cock twitch and throb in Troy’s easy hold. He watched the man’s lips ease down Dan’s girth with no apparent strain, almost all the way to the root, and then looked up at his father’s face, handsomer than ever, his eyes closed with pleasure, smiling and biting his lip. As if he could sense the scrutiny, Dan opened his eyes and turned to look at his son, and smiled a little wider, his gaze electric and warm and deep, and now Ian was leaking more than ever. Dan reached out with one arm and eased it around Ian’s back, giving him a warm squeeze, and Ian let out a soft grunt of his own that made Dan’s grin widen a little more. “Feel good, big guy?” Ian dared to say, his father’s eyes deep and blue and flaring a little at him as he nodded. “The best, buddy,” Dan rumbled, rubbing his arm up and down Ian’s back a little, making him want to arch it with pleasure. Then Dan grunted again, cursing softly under his breath, and the two of them looked down to watch Troy as he worked his lips back up Dan’s length, shining now with the man’s spit, then down again, making hot wet sounds, and grunting contentedly to himself as he did, easing into a skilled, steady, slurping rhythm. Ian was torn between watching Troy service his father, and watching his father respond. He’d seen the man’s face in the throes of pleasure, that specific half-smile, the alternating look of pleasurable focus and relaxation Dan cycled through. Those nights at the beach, and by the golf course lake, and that frosty evening out in the snow at his uncle’s place. But he’d never seen it this closely, under direct light like this, and it felt somehow… completing to watch him now, right by his side, in the open, opened up to each other by their bond and the ecstasy and the shared adventure they were on together. Never felt closer to him, and for all the times since Dan had first appeared in his erotic imagination since he was a horny kid, Ian had never wanted the man more. And maybe for the first time ever, he felt no guilt at all about his desires. Maybe tomorrow, and in the coming days… but not tonight. Troy worked smoothly and steadily on Dan, savoring his cock as much as Dan was savoring his lips and tongue, while Ian stared at the action between them, the gleam of Troy’s spit on his father’s cock, making the ridged veins that coursed all over its handsome length stand out even more. His father’s soft, encouraging grunts and murmurs mated perfectly with the slick, wet sounds of lips and tongue on cock, and his steady, solid embrace around Ian and the potent musk emanating from him and enveloping him just made it all closer, hotter, deeper, made him feel even more a part of this incredible thing happening between the three of them. He slipped his own arm round Dan’s waist, and the man squeezed him again and let out a contented murmur. Then Ian felt the hot gust of his father’s breath on his ear and skin, and the electric sensation of Dan’s lips almost tenderly nuzzling his temple. The contact was fleeting, but profound, and he shivered all over and pulsed even harder in Troy’s hand in response. With a wet, smacking pop, Troy’s lips came up off Dan’s cock, leaving it bobbing and shining and red-tipped as it bounced in the air, Troy giving it a smiling look, before turning his gaze up to Dan and Ian. “Exactly how I hoped it would be,” he said, voice thick with his spit, and Dan chuckled softly. “But that’s just one half of it,” he said, turning his gaze to Ian, his grip firming on his cock. Ian sucked in a breath as Troy leaned in real close, pushed his shirt up his stomach, then parted those moist, smiling lips, and slid them down his length, his wide, talented tongue caressing his throbbing flesh all the way down. “*Shitttt*,” Ian gasped, clutching onto his father and the sink behind him, the long muscles of his thighs tensing up all big and prominent as Troy’s mouth stroked all the way down him, warm and wet and oddly tender, and maybe it was the drugs talking, but it felt like liquid silk enveloping him. “Yeah, buddy,” Dan rumbled warmly, his arm squeezing and supporting him as Ian leaned into him more, and this time Dan’s lips lingered a little longer at his temple, pressing a slow, soft kiss there as Ian moaned and rode the incredible waves of sensation caressing him inside and out. “Feels real good, don’t it?” “Yeahhhh…” Ian gasped softly, almost whimpering, savoring the sounds and the sensations of Troy’s mouth working him over with delicious skill, and the hot, insistent press of his father’s lips to his brow. “Nobody does it quite like another man, do they?” Dan murmured to him, and Ian turned his hazy, horny gaze to meet him, not even surprised to hear his own father say something like that. Feeling even more connected to him, another mutual interest, another common experience, another shared pleasure between them. Dan’s gaze on him was warm and direct and easy, open and full of pleasure and connection, and with everything swirling around inside him right now, Ian felt like he might explode with happiness and desire. Dan must have seen it in Ian’s eyes, and something in the man’s gaze shifted, bringing back that feeling like they were the only two people in the world, everything else falling away, down to the two core elements — him and his father, and the pleasure they were sharing together. Like they had been for a long time, but never this far, never as deep and close as they were now. It felt so natural and easy and right to kiss him. They leaned that last inch into each other, Ian and his father, and their lips met, and he could feel the shiver run through his father, just like it ran through him. His big, confident, outgoing manly man of a Dad, just as disarmed by this connection as he was. Their kiss was soft and tender at first, almost experimental, a gentle warmth to go along with the moist warmth of their lips as they connected, and shifted together, syncing up with natural ease, and then they moaned to each other and the gates opened up, along with their parting lips. Dan’s hot breath filled Ian’s mouth, and then his tongue followed, and it was like an electric shock all through him, that first wet, warm, lustrous contact. He whimpered and his tongue replied to his father’s, Dan’s big arm sliding up his back to cradle his head as he kissed him deeper, answering Ian’s whimper with a deep-chested moan. It was like a signal to them both, their tongues dancing with increasing fervor, hot and wet and muscular, exploring each other’s mouths deeply, the wet, slick, hungry sounds harmonizing with the luscious noises of Troy’s talented lips on Ian’s pulsing cock. Troy added a hum of encouragement as he looked up to see them kissing, the sound reverberating through Ian’s throbbing length, from the tip all the way down into his balls and deep inside of him. Ian rocked his hips and clutched his father’s broad, bare back with one hand, and the back of Troy’s head with the other, finding Dan’s hand already there, guiding the man’s bobbing head up and down the length of his son’s cock, and fuck, *fuck*, that was just one more insane, unimaginable layer of powerful eroticism on top of everything else. So much, *too* fucking much, and he moaned into his father’s mouth, around their hungrily working tongues, and Dan rumbled back encouragingly, and just like that Ian was coming, coming *hard*, powerful orgasmic waves rocking his body as his cock exploded in Troy’s eager suckling mouth. Ian felt like he was being turned inside out, Dan’s loving, lusty tongue working his all the way through the intensity of his orgasm, his big arm supporting him, guiding him through it to the other side, holding him up as his body quaked through it all. Dan eased back on the kiss a little as Ian shuddered through the last throes of his cum, becoming tender and softer again, focusing on his lips as Ian caught his breath and tried to find his bearings and just stay upright at all. “That’s my boy,” his father murmured to him, almost a whisper against his lips, and Ian quaked all over again and spurted a last weak shot of cum across Troy’s solicitous tongue as the man worked slowly back up off his wet, throbbing, sticky length with a satisfied grunt. “Fuck,” Troy growled, his voice thick and hungry-sounding, eyes hot and lusty as he gazed up at the Cameron men, licking his swollen, shining lips. Dan huffed a soft, soundless laugh against Ian’s lips, and then a hiss of breath, and Ian looked down to see Troy take his father’s wet-tipped cock in hand and slide quickly, hungrily down its length again. Ian’s hand found the back of the man’s head again, clutching tight to the close-cropped, gray-flecked curls, rejoining his father’s guiding Troy’s devouring of his big Dad cock. Even as rocked and fucked as his head felt, dazed and half-tethered to his body, his hands knew what to do, and his instincts did too. He looked to Dan, watching his son’s hand guide their buddy’s head as it swallowed his cock to the root, back to the tip, then to the root again, fast and eager and almost professional now. Pure hot fire flickered between them as their eyes met again, Dan’s lusty, excited smile a mirror of Ian’s own. Or maybe it was the other way around, Ian’s smile another of the many handsome things he’d inherited from his father. He brought his hand up from Troy’s head and stroked over the taut swell of his father’s solid stomach, feeling the man shiver a little, and the second kiss came quick and easy, hungrier this time, Ian leading a little as Dan lustily welcomed his tongue and met it with his own. Their arms clutched around each other’s backs as they devoured each other’s mouths, years and years of pent-up heat and love and desire and sexual tension finally coming to a head in a powerful, spit-flowing wave. Dan broke the kiss just long enough to grunt in a lusty voice, “I can feel your cum on his tongue, buddy,” and Ian growled at that, clutched the back of his head tight and fucked his father’s mouth with his tongue, hard and urgent and lusty, riding the waves of desire and unconstrained, lawless lust that were still rolling through him. Through them both, as they fed on each other and fell further over the edge together, plunging into something profound and deep and long in the making, something nobody else could ever know but the two of them. Ian felt his father’s orgasm coming before it arrived, his body tensing and shivering, big mature muscles straining under his flesh, and then the sound rolling up from deep in his powerful chest, taking on form and volume as it flowed up from inside Dan and into Ian’s mouth. Ian swallowed the growling moan, along with his father’s ample hot spit, feeling it echo down his own throat, taking all of it inside of him, making his father part of him now. Below them, Troy let out a long, muffled, choked-sounding moan of his own, and before he knew he was doing it, Ian’s fingers were reaching down, finding the root of his father’s spit-wet cock, feeling it pulse as it delivered its hot payload into Troy’s hungry mouth, Dan’s moan shifting back into a lusty growl at his son’s touch on his flesh. The kiss simmered down again as Dan took his turn to ride out his own orgasm, tongues languid and tender, almost, as their lips shifted against each other more softly, their eyes open to each other, that sense of the bubble enveloping them both, scented with their sweat and their musk, mingling until they were indistinguishable. Dan shivered a little as Troy set his cock free, and after a moment they both turned to look at the man, looking up at them with his eyes still streaming a little from the work, lapping a creamy trace of cum from his hard-worked lips — Dan’s, or Ian’s, it didn’t matter, and it was hotter not knowing, really. They watched him swallow and grin at them, and the sight and sound of it made Ian’s half-hard cock twitch in Troy’s loose grasp. “Could swear you both taste the same,” Troy said, voice thick with their cum and his spit, and fuck that was hot to hear. They both reached for him at the same time, tucking a hand each into the sweat-soaked fabric of his pits, guiding him up and drawing him in. There was no hesitation at all as they kissed him in turn, slow and deep and grateful, tasting each other on his lips and his tongue, and then turning to each other and sharing that too. Ian reached down and found the long, hard bulge of Troy’s cock pressing angrily at his jeans, grunting softly to himself as he felt the shape of it. Troy grinned at let out a soft rumble of pleasure, then his big hand clamped down on Ian’s wrist, easy but firm too. “No,” he said. “I want to take my time with it while I think about this. About you two.” He looked back and forth between them, licking his lips absently, and smiling as he turned back to Ian and gave him a deep, warm look of promise. “When we cum, we’ll cum together, bud,” he said. “And we’ll take our time getting there.” “Fuck yeah,” Ian half-whispered, nodding, and Dan grinned at the two of them. “Consider it done.” “I’ll hold him to it,” Dan said, rubbing both their backs. “I’m sure you will,” Troy said with a knowing grin. “I hope to hear all about it.” Dan let out a long, low laugh at that, Ian and Troy joining in, and the three of them drew together for a close, back-slapping hug, savoring the last of the intense, incredible moment. “There you are,” Hunter said when they returned to the bar, all dressed again, Dan’s new MR. DADDY NIGHT T-shirt handsomely fitting his big athletic frame. “You boys have fun?” “The night of my life,” Troy said. “One to remember, for sure,” Dan said, giving Ian a warm grin. “I’ll drink to that,” Ian said, and Hunter was already lining up three glasses on the bar. “To Daddy Night,” Troy said as they held their glasses up. “And to the Daddy of the night,” Ian said, locking eyes with Dan again, smiling at each other as they took a drink. “Night’s still young,” Hunter said. “Unlike Mr. Daddy Night here,” Ian said with a wink, and Troy and Dan looked at each other and scoffed. “I hope you don’t take that lying down, man,” Troy said to Dan, who gave Ian another intent, smiling look. “Well, we’ll see,” he said, and the subtle, knowing heat in his gaze made Ian’s insides all tight and his sticky cock thick in his underwear again. “Still need to get you the rest of your prize,” Hunter said, and while Dan turned to dealing with the formalities with him, Troy turned his attention back on Ian. “I look forward to finally buying you that drink, my friend,” he said, and that made Ian smile and his insides tighten up in a whole different, anticipatory way. “Me too,” Ian smiled. “That, and what we talked about just now, in the bathroom,” he said, feeling his cock thicken some more at the prospect. “Most definitely that too,” Troy nodded, smiling wider. He gave Ian a long, speculative look, shot a sidelong glance at Dan, who was back in easy straight-guy conversation with Hunter, and leaned in closer to Ian. “You know, when I looked up at the two of you back there, looking down at me together,” he said, and already Ian could feel his underwear getting tighter. “That’s when I knew.” Ian blushed, unable to find the words, feeling somehow like he was in trouble, all of a sudden. “Not just that you both kiss the same, and the way your dicks are damn near identical,” Troy said, his voice low and confidential and close. “The way you looked together, turned on and ready for anything. How *alike* you looked.” “Shit,” Ian muttered, cheeks burning now, because what else was there to say? For the first time since early in the night, he felt nervous, put on the spot. Troy just leaned in closer, lips near Ian’s ear as he murmured the rest to him. “It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever been a part of,” he said, “and I’m damn glad I was.” Troy gave Ian’s shoulder a slow squeeze as he continued. “One of the oldest stories in the book, kid. You’re not the first, and you won’t be the last… hell, I had the same ideas. Still do. It’s a powerful thing. Wouldn’t be a night like this if it wasn’t.” Ian felt a mix of tension and relief, even more when Troy reached over to the bar for a coaster and a pen somebody had left on their credit card slip, and scrawled his number on it. Then he smiled and slipped it into the front pocket of Ian’s shorts, taking his time with it, giving Ian that same warm, level, interested look he’d been giving him all night. “I look forward to getting to have a conversation with you next time,” he said. “And I hope you two have a good rest of your night… whatever that winds up being.” The knowing twinkle in his eyes gave Ian a whole fresh set of vibes, and already he was picturing in his head how their next meeting might go. All the things he wanted to do with this handsome, confident, mature guy, who he never would have met if it hadn’t been for his father’s insistence in the first place. And look how all that had turned out. Troy patted Dan on the back, shook his hand, and the two men said their goodbyes with the ease of old buddies. “You two take care tonight,” he said, and Dan smiled at him and then Ian. “We will, don’t worry,” he said, reaching out to give Ian’s arm a friendly squeeze, Troy nodding at the two of them. He looked at his watch and smiled to himself, then leaned in, squeezed Ian’s upper arm, and murmured to him, “And happy Father’s Day, son. I’ll see you soon.” Ian grunted softly at that, feeling his cock filling his underwear fully all over again, the way Troy casually called him `son’ like that. He wanted to hear it again, closer, deeper, just between the two of them, alone. And soon. And just like that, Troy was gone, disappearing into the partying crowd, leaving Ian and Dan to each other. Dan looked perfectly at ease, leaned against the bar, big and handsome and confident, and when Ian stepped up beside him, the easy way his father slipped his arm around him and gently squeezed him close made him tingle all over. He looked at Ian with that playful half-smile that always got to him, deep. But it felt extra meaningful now, and the memory of Dan’s hungry, eager mouth on his still hummed on Ian’s lips, and inside his underwear too. “You good?” Dan asked after a long moment of contemplating his son. “Yeah,” Ian said, feeling the truth of it, making him smile. “Really good. Are you?” “Never better, kid,” Dan grinned. “So… are we good, son?” Ian got the emphasis on the last part, and he nodded again. “Never better, Dad,” he said back, feeling bold and strong and ready for anything. Every bit his father’s son, for sure. Dan nodded back with that easy smile he did so well, but his eyes still had that subtle heat to them, the same edge of desire Ian had seen in them back in the bathroom just now, when they’d looked deep into one another’s eyes, and reached for each other. “You wanna get out of here?” Dan said. “I guess if we ain’t gone to sleep, it’s still my night, right?” His gaze was full of hot promise, knowing and inviting and encouraging all at once. “Where you wanna go, big guy?” Ian said, feeling all the new possibilities between them now even more strongly, giving the paternal arm encircling him a warm, slow squeeze. “I’m open to ideas, son,” Dan said, eyes twinkling, and damn, if his father knew the kind of ideas Ian was having… but then, he probably had more than a few of his own, too. Ian wanted to hear about that, and explore them. As close as they’d gotten to each other over the years, if ever there was a night to get even closer, this was it. Who knew if or when the magic, and the opportunity that went with it, might fade away? “Well, technically I guess it’s Father’s Day now,” Ian said, heart starting to beat faster again. “Let’s go do something special to celebrate it.” “Good, because I’m not ready to sleep just yet,” Dan said, inching subtly closer, and his other hand reached up and gave Ian’s hip a hot, intimate squeeze. “Me either,” Ian said, shifting his knee, grazing it against his father’s with deceptive casualness, watching the man’s eyes flare and his smile twitch wider. “Then, let’s go see what adventures the night still holds for us, yeah son?” Dan grinned, pulling out his phone and hitting the Uber icon. ***To be continued…***

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