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"And if we were still married, that would mean something," I said as Dane and I turned into the driveway of the little cottage I like to call the Ball and Chain. Mostly because I don't have one anymore

He'd just asked me what his mother would think about the hot tub he'd built me for Father's Day. I'd told him she'd probably freak out and divorce me, but obviously it wouldn't matter.

"Would it, though?" My son asked. "Toward the end there, you guys were at each other's throats. Buying a hot tub seems like the kind of thing you would do to just piss her off."

"Not really," I said, careful with my pause. "The buying part, not so much. But not letting her use it would set her off."

"You're an asshole," Dane said, laughing easily, his blonde mop tousled by the wind as he exited the car. I wondered if I'd ever been that fastidious about my hair when I still had some.

"No, but really. Thank you, Dane. I don't know how you can afford it, but thank you." He'd just secured his Masters in electrical engineering, couldn't be prouder of him, and he went out of his way to build me a gift as a show of appreciation. "For Dadding so good," he'd explained. Well, if the kid's doing that well then who am I to tell him otherwise?

Dane shut his door, sauntering around the front of the car to precede me into what I'd been calling home the past two years. "You deserve it, for pushing me so hard."

"Who are you and what have you done with my Millennial son?" I asked as I patted him on the shoulder and got out my keys.

"I grew up," he responded, bowing before the door. "After you." He sure had.

"I'm not going to find a pile of debris in the hallway, am I?" Dane had done the bathroom work himself, explaining how he and his husband Carnegie had been slowly remodeling their new fixer-upper and he'd picked up a few plumbing tips along the way. I'd had my doubts, but Dane's list of lifelong disappointments I can count on one wrinkled old hand.

"I'll spare you the humiliation of closing your eyes to lead you by the arm," Dane said, following me into the front hallway.

"You're a gentleman and a scholar."

Right away I smelled the work he'd done: plaster, tile and grout, caulking, it was all there. He wasn't aware I had prepared myself to finish the job, but I needn't have been disappointed.

I'll be damned if Dane hadn't done every damn thing in that bathroom. Walls, mirror, storage: it was all there. But the real star was the big old jetted tub where my old tub-shower combo used to be.

"Son," I stumbled, nonplussed. "You learned all this?" He beamed with pride, so excited to show off he almost looked ten again.

"Carnegie knows a little about a lot of things he picked up over the years."

"I can imagine," I continued, running fingers over the elaborate tile and the sides of the tub, trailing across the jets. "You picked a good one."

"It's been eight years. I think I'll keep him." This was a common joke between Dane and his corgi husband. Looking over the handiwork again, I silently mused about how the family dynamic had changed over the years.

When Dane came out shortly after he entered college, my wife's biggest complaint was she couldn't stand the thought of never having grandchildren. Never mind the boys are open to adopting a toddler or two down the line, once they get out on their own and get their feet planted properly.

I've been supportive of my son his whole life, cheering him on from the sidelines and guiding him when he needed guidance. And if he's a cocksucker then he's a cocksucker. But he's my cocksucker, and I'm damn proud of him.

"Yeah, your mom wouldn't approve of this. Not at all." I turned to Dane, arms outspread. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," he replied before nearly crushing me in a hug. He'd played football all through high school and college, and his linebacker build hadn't suffered one bit for it.

After several seconds he spoke up again. "You gonna try it out?"

"What do you mean...now?"

"C'mon, I haven't even filled it up yet. I wiped it down with a wet rag earlier."

"Doesn't inspire much confidence in your workmanship," I continued to rag on him. In fact, my usual repertoire of pithy comebacks seemed out of reach.

"There's room for one more," he said. "At least. I wanna see how I did with this thing."

I regarded him incredulously. "You haven't tested it yet either?"

A wide sheepish grin parted his lips. "I haven't filled it all the way but the water and jets work. I mean, in theory it should be good to go. You still need me to finish up that wood pile?"

"If you could, please." Strong as I am, my back simply can't take the repeated stress. Dane had to finish quartering logs the other day when my sciatica started acting up.

"Sure, you have a nice long soak and I'll see you when I'm done. Enjoy, Dad." With that, he turned and left.

The tub filled quickly thanks to larger pipes Dane had installed when he'd had to replace the non-compliant pipes with PVC. The sound of a well-placed axe came from outside, and I stripped down and lifted a leg over the edge of the tub to test with my toe. Eventually I settled in and soaked it up.

Next thing I knew, I woke up to sloshing water around my dick. I opened my eyes to see my son standing bottomless at the other end of the tub, thumbs playing over his phone and not minding his state of dress. Dane set the phone down over the edge of the tub and groaned, lowering himself onto the bench across from where I sat.

"I'm gonna be jealous when I go home," he said after several moments spent enjoying the water. "This is better than our setup. We fixed the shower but haven't gotten to the tub in the master yet."

"Well, now you know how," I reminded him.

"So I can blame you when it goes wrong?"

I chuckled and leaned back. "Yeah right. You don't want me seein' your boobs or something?"

"Oh, the shirt? Nah," he said, turning to show me a blotchy shape under the white cotton. "New tattoo, and it keeps sticking but I gotta cover it up. They told me to wear it to the shower if it sticks, so there you go."

Nodding, I said, "I won't ask what it is until I can see it. I know you like your big reveals."

"I only have one other tat, Dad."

"Yeah, but you gave me so much shit about a preview last time I'll never do it again!" He nodded, laughing, and sat back down. His junk floated a second before sinking.

I let him settle in and we spent a few minutes relaxing in silence. Actually, I dozed off again, a few seconds at a time. One such time I caught a faint tapping and opened up to a squint to see Dane on his phone again.

He has this way of looking young sometimes, like back when he was still in Scouts. Staring at that phone, shoulders hunched over his neck, he looked like he used to when I would come downstairs to wrangle him up to bed on school nights. Whether he was casting spells or killing hookers, he always looked that way until I'd call his name.

But something made me pause. Simple curiosity, maybe, but my son really did think I was asleep and I was seeing this unguarded side of him. And I guess "unguarded" is another way of saying "easily aroused."

I didn't see his cockhead until it cleared the water, by which time it was almost fully hard. Just barely with squinting, I could make out his balls puddled between his thighs. I noticed he'd brought the smell of the woodpile in with him.

Keeping my eyes closed, I said, "Is that the bubbles in the water or is that your boyfriend?"

Dane's head shot up with the same wide-eyed look I'd grown to love. His cheeks turned pink up high even as he pretended to look cool and collected. "What do you mean?"

"I mean," I continued, "I'm staring at my kid's boner and wondering if it's the bubbles or his man messing with him. Either that, or he gets off watching his old man sleep." With surprising ease, I pushed off the edge of the tub and snatched the phone. "Your corgi ready and waiting back home?"

I honestly didn't know what I was trying to do, maybe appeal to his masculinity, but when he appeared to shrink back Dane tried to give me a dirty look.

"Hey, if you had married some girl I'd be razzing you about it anyway," I defended, crossing my arms and legs. "You know, 'when's the last time you laid some pipe' and all that."

Something crossed his face then--and I don't know how I recognized it but a father's intuition knows no bounds--that told me all I needed to know. First I sloughed it off mentally, but when I couldn't recall having that particular conversation all through their dating and nuptials the loose ends practically tied themselves up.

And then I looked at the screen and saw their conversation, immediately regretting invading their marriage.

I felt the heat and color rise up into my cheeks, and I had nowhere to go. The implications of what I'd discovered may just have humiliated my son, but it had the opposite effect on me. At least the bubbles did a good job of hiding it. Carnegie was in the middle of typing when Dane snatched it back, almost dropping it into the water.

"Okay, look, it might've been a little uncalled for," I started, trying not to sound like I was back-pedaling, "but I was telling the truth. I'd've done it the same way."

Dane gave me a withering side stare. I think that was the first time I'd actually fucked up with regard to his relationship, and even that was more than a lot of stories I'd heard from both boys just from living.

"Whoa, son," I started, palms out. "It doesn't make you any less of a man." And then I went to the same blubbering line every well-meaning dad uses: "In fact, taking a dick makes you *more* of one."

"Oh God, please just stop," said Dane, head in his hands. "And I'm not ashamed of it either. I just didn't think it was a big deal."

"It's not!" I shouted. "It's...not. I will say I'm naturally surprised, but that's all, Dane. I don't care."

I took too long thinking up my next sentence, allowing awkward silence to steal the moment. He began typing furiously, the tapping sound cacophonous in my newly-tiled bathroom. At first I desperately tried to think of small talk to get past it, but instead I ended up with a mental picture of my son and his husband trying to fit together like the square peg in the round hole.

"I mean, how does that even work?" I asked, trying to make more light but instead darkening the mood further. Dane gave me a murderous look, fiddled with the phone again, and slammed it down against the tile just in time for Carnegie's smiling face to appear. The smile didn't last long.

The corgi looked at me as I studied him. I could tell he was as prepared for this as I'd been.

"Hi Mr. Cresleigh," he offered with a meek wave.

I raised a few fingers above the water. "Hey Carnegie."

"What's going on?"

My resultant shrug made waves around me and my son. "Ask your hubby, he's right there." I yielded the podium to Dane and he took it and ran.

"Okay, fine," Dane said, grabbing the phone so he could see Carnegie. "Dad just found out I'm basically an exclusive bottom, and he wants a description of how it feels taking a dick."

Carnegie surprised us both by responding, "So you want the top to explain bottoming. I think you and your father need to have a little talk instead."

"It takes two!"

"But I'm the one with--okay, fine. Ask away, Dad."

"I'm not going to stoop to this level," I said even as my halfsie was now a three-quartersie. If I uncrossed my legs they'd both see it when it poked above the surface. "I expressed a mild interest. I don't care what you do in your home."

"But you wanna know how," Dane finished for me.

Shrugging, I decided there was no use lying. "Yeah, so I am kind of curious how that works, and forgive my assumption but I had good reason to." My bristling son seemed to calm at that. "I know all about the girl parts but I'm woefully behind on my homosexual intercourse." That at least got a giggle from Carnegie.

At this point my subconscious threw out a big red flag, but we were all adults. I figured it was no worse than a well-meaning mother asking when her son will give her some grandkids. *How many times are you going to fuck her before it takes?*

"Dick in butt, what's so hard about it?" Dane asked. I detected a tinge of desperation.

"Whaddya mean?" Asked Carnegie. "It took you awhile to be able to fit me. We still have the graduated buttplugs."

While my son practically died of embarrassment, I tried to envision what those might look like. Then I accidentally overthought all the way to picturing Dane with one firmly planted. It was one of those natural progressions the brain does, but once it was planted it stayed there.

"I see." I tapped my fingers heavily along the edge of the tub and studied Dane's face. He could have easily killed the call anytime, but he hadn't. This was perhaps the first I realized I'd stumbled upon something deeper than just their intimate lives.

"Yeah, but we moved on to toys after that." The corgi raised an eyebrow. "Why the sudden curiosity?"

I shot back, going for the crux. "That's not as important as how he changed when you came on the phone. Almost like he was waiting for orders."

I felt bad for Carnegie then, forced to hold the phone up to his face no matter how much he wanted to hide. You can't bullshit a bullshitter.

The corgi cleared his throat. With Dane looking on dolefully, Carnegie said, "Because he was."

I wonder how many dads go through this. All I wanted was a closer relationship to my boy.

"I see," I said again, uncrossing my legs and feeling like I just walked out of a porno. True to form, my cock rose a couple inches above the water so both boys could see. I really didn't know what the fuck I was doing, or what I even expected. It probably would've stopped there if Carnegie hadn't taken the reins.

Dane had averted his eyes but the corgi leaped on the opportunity. "Look at it." My son's gaze immediately landed on my foreskin and stayed that way, unable to disobey his significant-other-cum-master. None of this jived with what I knew about Dane, but it didn't negate any of his good qualities either.

I also could've stopped anytime, but with a mix of fascination and honest-to-goodness desire I remained motionless. Dane's eyes shimmered, remaining fixed but twitching in minuscule amounts. I'll be damned if he wasn't afraid.

"Oh man. Ohhhhhhhh maaaaan, man!" Carnegie dropped the phone to the floor, and the next seconds were filled with hopping corgi feet. Once he picked it up again he looked from me to Dane. "No way!"

"What? It's not like that!" I put my palms up.

"No, it's not that," the corgi continued. "I never gave him the safe word from last night."

"Oh, well, that makes sense," I said.

"Just say it so we can all go to therapy together after, okay?" snarked Dane.

"You don't know it?" I asked.

"He does." Carnegie crossed his stubby arms. "Doesn't do him any good to say it though."

That made sense too.

Dane remained silent and sulking. I said, "You guys take this seriously."

"Stand up, Dane."

My son's head shot up, his face barely-masked horror...but still, he stood. All six-foot-eight of him vertical, a good six-point-eight inches horizontal and dripping and angrily red at the end.

"I knew it," mumbled Carnegie. "But what's got him that way? My order or being in the tub with you? Little bit of both?"

Dane didn't do anything at all except hold his head down and his arms at his sides while he showed off to me, eyes on my groin. And since he hadn't been told not to look anymore I guess he couldn't stop. My erection became painful.

"This is so fucking hot you guys," the corgi barely breathed. Maybe my son was waiting for me to make the first move, but I was under the impression my orders didn't matter when Carnegie was in charge. "I'm so hard right now. Hey Mr. Cresleigh, you still wanna learn about homosexual intercourse?"

How could such a clumsy line make us both moan out loud?

"Dane, walk over to your dad so he can feel your cock." Dane made shuffle-steps over to me until it was so close I could lick it if I wanted to. With how mortified he looked, he could sure keep a hardon. I reached up and took my son's dick between two fingers as if it were a fine cigar, squeezing a couple times before letting go.

"Mmmphh," Dane grunted, his hips giving an involuntary thrust.

"Feel good?" The corgi asked. I didn't know how to respond. "I know, Dane was like that his first time too."

This was not the story he'd given us when he'd come out, and given what we were currently involved in, now I was piqued.

"Turn around and bend over." Dane obeyed more quickly this time, shuffling so his ass was in my face. He bent and spread at the same time, his delicate pink hole quivering. Despite the soapy water his scent was strong and not lacking in testosterone at all.

"You want him to lick it?" Carnegie asked, prompting Dane to shudder. In any other context it would be a yes, so I sat and stared. The corgi must have seen something in my face because he said, "Time for that later. Stick your thumb in, see how it feels."

Holding my hand in a thumbs-up sign, I slid it between his cheeks and pressed up against the warm fleshy button. Not very many years ago I had been diapering that ass. Dane made little whimpering noises as I pressed more, so I added a stroking motion, staring at where I entered his body as if I were as beholden to Carnegie as my son.

I wiggled the digit back and forth and couldn't think of anything to say other than, "How does it even fit?" I had been idly wondering how big Carnegie's cock was, the size of his knot, and whether or not they tied during sex. If he were married to a girl, this conversation would have ended long ago.

"It'll fit fine," reassured the corgi. "If you put enough spit on it." I looked at him, dumbfounded, until he told me, "Go ahead and spit on it. Work it around, push it deep in there." Dane whimpered. He was familiar with it. Now they had me wondering if they had any friends with benefits.

I heard a wet noise, and then Dane reached his hand back behind to slather a good bit of saliva over his crack. Whether he was eager to get started or couldn't wait for it to be over, I added my own by hawking up directly onto his spread hole and thumbing it in as requested.

"You're fine," said Carnegie. "You wanna sit on that, Dane?"

My son acknowledged neither myself nor his husband, but merely took his hands off his cheeks, steadied himself, and slowly lowered down. Trying to make sense of anything only added to the confusion, so I let Dane do what he needed to do.

First my tip disappeared, and I got a good look at Dane's ass, skinning my foreskin down the shaft before I met resistance. Dane stopped and shifted; he was on his tiptoes in the tub. He turned his head and looked balefully over his shoulder. Then his eyes squinted shut at the same time I broke through, and right after that he'd seated himself to the hilt on my dick.

"Jeez Louise," muttered the corgi. "Happy Father's Day, Mr. Cresleigh."

Each of my hands alighted on one of my son's hips as I leaned forward. "You okay?" By which I meant more like the situation, but I also wanted to know if he was okay internally too. I realized what a bad time it would be to interrupt once Dane started gyrating his hips.

"He knows what to do. I was the one who trained him." Carnegie probably thought he was on some sort of level terms with me, and at that moment he probably was. The corgi had moved further back, his stubby body laid out on a bean bag chair, fapping furiously watching me fuck my son.

That kid was right, too. Dane turned back forward to concentrate on moving, and something he was doing was sending my dick further back than it had ever been. Not that I knew what I was doing either; this was the first time I'd ever dipped my wick in something that wasn't pussy.

I still don't know what did it, all the friction or the situation itself (not to mention Dane's ass bouncing in front of me), but as my lower half tensed up and up and up Dane kept wanting to go down and down and down. He wasn't even hopping, merely wriggling in my lap and getting me off pretty quickly.

A particularly deep thrust sent my cock swelling. Dane must have felt it because he moaned and shivered, continuing only after I encouraged him with my hands holding him firmly in place. Looking at Carnegie masturbating to us, fist pounding below the stubby little knot.

"Go on, Dane," urged Carnegie. "Get him off."

Dane tried to speak but all that came out was a squeak.

"Come on," the corgi encouraged. "Make him breed you. Show him how much you love him." The line was straight out of a skin flick, but it did the trick...mostly because I was in the middle of my own porno. The corgi lost his load on camera as my son and I watched, humping each other.

Something about seeing that dog mess all over himself spoke volumes to my virility and masculinity, and I bathed in that while I took us the rest of the way. Soon I was guiding him down onto my cock at a middling, measured pace, half because I like it slower and half because even then I didn't want to have to clean up a bunch of water.

"Do it, Mr. Cresleigh...make him yours again."

That was it. Not that I ever treated my son like a piece of property, but I know the value of a statement like that. It sounds silly but it works, because I held him about the waist and wouldn't let up until I had well and truly made him mine again. We still spilled water.

After a minute of breath-catching while I flexed and he clenched, Carnegie picked up his phone and held it close. "That was the hottest thing I've ever done in my life. And I wasn't even there! Oh my god, you guys!"

The afterglow started to wear off so I applied pressure to Dane's back and he stood to pull himself away. A few stray droplets of cum leaked from his hole.

"What about you?" I asked and immediately wondered why. I wasn't going to return the favor (sometimes we dads are just that straight) but I figured it at least polite to ask.

"Don't worry about him. He's not allowed to," the corgi said, drawing me further into their curious marriage. "Maybe I'll let you do the honors next time."

Without the benefit of brain chemicals to keep me in the mood, a blanket of guilt settled over me. What had just been a sexy exhibition for my son's lover had left me in a vulnerable state.

"We'll see," I managed, sinking further into the water while Dane lifted a leg over the edge to get out. Now there was even more cum leaking, halfway down the back of his thigh. "Dane."

Dane mumbled something to Carnegie before hanging up. "Don't thank me for anything. I'm embarrassed enough as it is."

"Embarrassed how?"

"Being ordered around like that. That's not all the time."

"I didn't think it was," I said. "The fact that it's not speaks to your relationship. It might have been missing from ours, your mom and me. That kind of intimacy, not the cuckolding thing."

Neither of us had picked up a towel so my son was naked when he embraced me in another full-on hug, his hard round tummy against my soft one. I tried to ignore that I was still mostly hard, but Dane didn't; I felt his dick twitch a few times during that hug.

"I should go to bed before I say something I'll regret," he said before grabbing a towel and drying off. "I'll talk to him in the morning."

"Are you sure it's him you need to talk to?"

"So you're on his side now?" He looked like he wanted to be angry but couldn't quite bring himself to do it. "Sorry. It's just weird."

"You're telling me," I said. "I had no idea you guys did this stuff. And no, I had no right to ask, but you got him on the phone." That took the wind out of his sails.

"Well now you know. Where are the names and the disowning?"

"What are you talking about? I held you down and came up your ass. Now I'm gonna disown you?"

"It's happened before." So that was the real issue, somewhere a few emotional levels deeper than I could see. I knew what he wanted to hear, and luckily it matched what I wanted to say.

Placing a hand on his retreating shoulder, I said, "Whatever it is, we can work it out. All three of us." At least it got him to look up from the floor at me. "I mean, when I said I wanted you to open up to me I didn't...you know." I was relieved when he cracked a small smile.

"Dane." My son turned around one last time, his still-damp shirt hiding nothing. Carnegie was a lucky dog, and I reminded myself to tell him so. Oddly enough, I was already having those next-time thoughts you get after a one-night stand before the phone call.

"Yeah?"

"Don't think about it too much," I said. "Not until we three can talk like adults. Deal?"

There was the smile I remembered. "Yeah, okay. Deal, Dad." Considering what we just went through, it was about all I could ask.