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Chapter 2 - June

Matthias's eyes were more than sore after having spent a majority of the day reading, relaying, and retyping information regarding a delayed shipment that arrived a day later due to weather complications. He had made acquaintances with some of the workers, a man of similar interests named Charles whom he had shared a beer with on occasion. Unimportantly, he also met the neighborhood watch captain, Carl, and much to Matthias's detest, Carl was a busybody, and a nosy one at that.

Matthias disliked him more then he could even begin expressing: the way he rode around slowly with his arm out the window, watching people--needing to know everyone's business, wearing sunglasses like some immature rooky cop.

"Uggh, what a fucking ass," Matthias muttered under his breath, adorning a paper with several copies of his signature. He slid the packet to the side, sitting upright and closed his eyes, cracking his neck.

This day had proved to be stressful for him, not because of his workload, which he gruelingly finished and signed off for his superior Arthur, while his ex-wife had begun speaking to him about the holidays and Ian's birthday. Matthias would occasionally check his Iphone, grimacing as he saw the message flag with her snobbish and overly self-righteous replies. He could not bring him-self to deal with her consistently, putting off the replies until the anxiety had died down, and he typed out his response to her, and slammed his phone back into his pocket.

That stupid bitch, he muttered under his breath_, you don't even care about Ian; you just do not want to fucking feel guilty._

Matthias looked down at his desk and frowned, feeling his heart sinking into his stomach, recounting the weeks before he discovered the affair. Even the months before, she was always phlegmatic, always absent and deadpan: Matthias tried to reconcile whatever he could, for his son at least. But she was steadfast in throwing it away, and breaking Matthias down in the process: he closed his eyes as he remembered the last words she said to him.

The only dreams that were broken we mine, after you knocked me up. You want Ian happy? Take him with you, I don't have time to baby sit him.

Matthias glowered down at his desk, clenching his fist tightly for the rest of his shit, occasionally releasing the vice to handle some phone call, or paperwork. It was not until the dark began falling that he finally retracted from his desk, and around eight, he exited the facility. In the parking lot, he met his new friends Charles and Alex whom worked the patrol in their noctivagant schedule. Charles waved to Matthias, and Matt waved back to him, stuffing his cell phone in his pocket as he passed the steel gates of the facility, and stood by his truck.

"You look like you could use a drink," Charles said with a stern nod, brushing his thick mustache with his hand, "You look like you got woman troubles. I recognize that pissed off look anywhere!"

"More than you know." Matthias muttered, looking at his watch and nodding to him-self, "I could probably get a beer, but I will have to pass tonight."

"Ah man, shame. We were looking to get some nachos and shit while out." Charles said, "I am hungry as hell. This weekend we got nothing to do at home, so I'll probably be in the yard, burning shit. Man, I hate weekends with her family."

"You think that shit is bad? My wife wants us to completely tear up the house, reorganize it all," Alex groaned and rolled his eyes. "She's painted it three times in the past six months!"

"You know what, I'm not doing anything either. Let's cook out at my place: bring some Guiness, lots of it. We'll have a barbeque, the way I learned to while in Florida! None of that propane bull shit."

"Damn, that's a fine idea, we haven't had the chance to do that, so shit, and I'll get some steaks!" Charles put his cigarette in his mouth and brought out his cell phone, speaking from under his moustache.

"Let me tell this damn bitch I'll be home in a few minutes. She's so damn needy--if you know what I mean."

Matthias chuckled and crossed his hulking arms, looking away for a moment, putting his ex-wive's troubles out of his mind with work. "

I swear, Arthur is riding my ass about this munitions export. And those recruits--uggh, I saw three of them sitting around eating donuts by the trucks, not even unloading a god damn thing."

"Eh, that old ass always picks people to piss on, especially you. You're an intimidating son of a bitch, looking like fuckin' god-zilla and all. I think he's just scared of ya." Alex said with a laugh, "I mean shit--your arms are how big again, Mat?"

"Twenty six inches," Matthias replied smoothly. "Lately I've neglected the babies more than I should have. I only hit the gym three times a week now; I need to go back into it like I was."

"Yeah you're an intimidating dragon, except you're as red as a freshly whipped ass," Charles chimed in. Matthias snorted and smirked, and Charles continued, "How do you dragons get by with your shit?"

Matthias chuckled, "Well what in specific, Charles?"

"The tail, man." Charles said with a raised eyebrow, and behind his thick graying mustache, a wide smile appeared. "I haven't asked ya, but does the damn thing get in your way during a shit, or something? And do you guys like--use it, for anything?"

Charles laughed hard as Alex began snickering and running his mouth about a lewd myth that he had heard from his wife and Matthias flicked his tail in annoyance.

"What the fucking hell ever, Charles, you sick bastard. The only time it gives me trouble is when someone steps on the damn thing--hurts like hell."

"Can it go in a lady?" Alex asked curiously.

"What? No!" Matthias huffed, shaking his head, "God damn you two are children, why do I get drunk with you?"

"Because we're the only ones not scared of your giant ass!"

Matthias nodded, agreeing and laughing. "So, let's get our shit ready for this weekend, eh? Maybe go out and do some shooting, as well. I have not played with my FAL in some time. Poor girl is so lonely up in the attic, with me .350."

"How damn, we'll do that shit! I got a good spot we can head out to," Charles said excitedly and scratched under his chin, "I'll show you my .480. Won it at a gun show, did I ever tell ya about it?"

"Nah, you didn't." Matthias said, "Tell me about it sometime, I'm going to get out of here. Catch you guys later!"

"Well then, it's on! I'll see you guys there!" Charles waved off to them and Alex nodded, parting ways as well.

Matthias hopped into his truck and sighed, chuckling and shaking his head, "Well damn, this'll be the first cook out! I better let that shit know he's got a date on Friday. Better make sure that bitch doesn't fuck it up."

Matthias adjusted the seat, pulled out into the street and put the Bluetooth around his horn on his jaw, turning it upwards slightly and called his son. He waited for a few moments as he drove down the dark road, and when his son answered he was breathing heavily.

"Ian what the hell are you doing, you're panting into the damn phone."

"Sorry--dad--just did like--fifty back flips for a YouTube video!" Ian panted and stood up, taking in a deep breath and exhaled into the night air, "Oh man--that shit better get over a hundred-k views! But, what is up dad? How was work?"

"Work was fine as usual. We're having a cook out Friday, got some buds coming over, and you should get your friends there too! Time we start socializing with the neighborhood! Might even go shooting, you wanna come?"

"Bah--I guess, you know I don't care for that crap," Ian said, panting still. He stood up and took a drink of water, "I'll catch you at home later, ok? Got more training to do!"

"Good, thanks son. See you later tonight."

"Sure thing dad, see ya!"

Matthias closed the phone and smiled, setting it back and comfortably relaxed into his seat, feeling delighted by his decision. It was about damn time he got a cook out together, despite his overwhelming schedule, spending time with the new neighbors would be a good relief, and stepping stone in his new life.

He wondered how Ian was doing really, he knew his boy made new friends, but it was still a drastic change-- the pressing issue, he felt, would be the holidays. Eh, I'll let him sort it, Matthias thought, He'll probably want to visit Edith and Randy. Have not seen them in a while anyways--god knows I've enjoyed it.

Matthias arrived home about twenty minutes later in a great mood, and breathed in a cool breath of night air coming from the mountains a few miles away. He admired his home for a moment, looking up at the dark structure with a smile as the tension from earlier became evanescent. He stepped inside, dropped his keys on the table, turned on the lights, and immediately headed for the shower. He walked with heavy stomps, heading into the bathroom and stripped down, while turning on the hot water and turned to look at the mirror. He put his hands on his hips, examining his front and back muscles.

He was still plenty ripped in his chest and arms, though his stomach was more rounded, his back had lost a little bit of definition, and his shoulders needed some work too. He examined his body meticulously, thinking over the list of improvements he needed, satisfied he was not tremendously out of shape.

He was still extraordinarily brawny, but all the nonsense with his ex wife was causing him to neglect his fitness. Matthias shook his head, stepping into the hot water. The shower was always a place for retro and circumspection, but that evening Matthias felt more relaxed just standing under the hot water, his eyes closed and his tail passively swaying by his feet. He stretched and felt up his body and his groin, grabbing his flaccid cock in his hand, feeling in such a good mood.

"Been a while," he said under his breath, looking up at the roof, thinking to him-self. He ran his hand down his chest and over his groin, feeling his heavy balls relaxing between his pyknic thighs, and his low hanging, meaty cock: he had not played with it in a few weeks and the desire came at a sudden influx.

"All right big boy, let's have some fun tonight." Matthias looked up and turned off the water, quickly stepping his shining, heavily built body from the shower and dressed in only his jock strap he had been wearing earlier. He headed into the living room, locking the door, turning down the lights, and sat his wet body down on the couch. He turned on the Xbox and TV, intending to link up to his laptop as he looked over the video apps folder, and looked at his son's laptop.

"Hmm," he said aloud, "Well, my laptop is closed. Let's see what Ian has stored on his." Matthias laughed with him-self, "I'll be damned if I see something other than dick in his collection!"

With his dick hard, his balls warm and his tail flicking, Matthias linked into his son's laptop, and opened up his video folder.

The ostensibly named folders were in plain sight, and Matthias browsed through them, finding a collection entitled "F&S," for which he had curiosity. His son had a plethora of videos of mature men, mostly dragons, engaging in actions with young ones in the veneer of a role-play relationship. His eyes examined it, and upon seeing the movie titles, ranging from 'Folsom Daddies', to 'Welcome home Daddy' to 'Daddy Dick Please!', Matthias's curiosity sprung a fervent new interest.

"So," Matthias said slowly, looking over his son's collection, "Seems my boy is into a bit of role-play! Haha, Ian, you weird little shit. What else are you hiding in here?"

Mathias browsed further with amusement, and after skipping down a couple of factory made DVDs, he came across an untitled one, with a running time of only five minutes. Feeling horny and curious as hell, he pressed play and he sat back, grabbing his vein throbbing cock, stroking it idly with a flick of his tongue.

The quality was stark, but on the screen, an older green dragon's face appeared as he adjusted the camera and in the distance a young, lime colored dragon was sitting on his knees at the couch. The TV was playing idly in the background some kind of show and the film began seemingly oddly familiar. Matthias blinked, his eyes widening as he watched the video progress: his cock, becoming so hard it was painful, throbbed magnificently, with precum slowly drizzling past his veiny foreskin.

The older dragon turned to face the younger dragon, which bared the identical resemblance, and he stroked the young dragon's face, telling him to get ready for his cock.

"Just make sure we get your cum on camera, hehe," said the boy, turning his face to the member that was pressed into his snout. "Ok dad, let me have your cock now."

The young dragon opened his mouth, closed his eyes, and sank the cock between his lips, sucking with lewd, slurping noises while the older one moaned, and patted him on the side of the neck. He began thrusting, his ass cheeks tightening up as his cock plunged into his son's mouth with a loud slurp, while the younger one held the cock, and rubbed his father's ass cheeks slowly. They continued for several minutes of fellatio, now and then engaging in a passionate session of kissing before the younger moved onto his knees, pinching his back as the older began to rim him.

Matthias's heart raced now, watching the video made him so horny that the pent up dragon was jerking his meaty member at full force, while simultaneously his mind raced over the realization. That--that video is on my computer too. Ian is watching real. . .

As Matthias pleasured him-self on the couch, his throbbing member in his hands and stroked slowly while the father correlated the fact his son watched the same taboo material as he did, Ian was on his way home at the same time. He was tired from a day of exercising with Josh and Lance, and Lance's cousin Mike. Ian walked down the road in the dark, his ear buds at his horns, whispering out the lyrics to Key of Awesome's parody of California Gurls and texting Josh.

Ah man, Lance is such a lazy shit, he texted to Josh, That guy better get it together. He needs more endurance.

Yeah I know. Lol, noob. Josh replied, I had fun, but fuck, I am sore.

We'll do some isometric training tomorrow, I'll come by early. Ttyl, at home!

_ _Ian replied, looking up and bobbing his head a little more, and continued walking through the cool night air, looking up at the stars on occasion, and over the array of twin houses that decorated the streets. While it was the middle of summer, the night was cooler than usual, and he smiled, opting to a light jog towards the back of his house. He did a front flip over the neighbor's fence, dashing across the backyard before hopping a chain-length fence, ending up in his yard.

He walked around the side of the house by the bushes, passing the living room window and glanced to see what his dad was watching, suspecting it to be House or The Big Bang Theory. However, the sudden site of pornography froze him in his tracks and his eyes widened and his heart went ice cold from shock.

"What the fuck! Who is on my laptop?!" Ian exclaimed as his blue eyes widened, seeing a very porno he had recently downloaded playing on the TV.

Palsy gripped his muscles, and he turned his eyes to see whom was watching what was on his laptop, invading his space--and he caught site of his father stroking his cock on the couch. Ian spluttered as he watched involuntarily, frozen in place by the site of seeing his father's cock pumped openly in the living room. A chokehold of perverted, inexorable interest clutched Ian and held him in front of the window as curious eyes gazed upon his nude father for the first time, and an involuntary moan parted through is lips. Matthias's hefty member, held tightly in the large hands, caused a swell of depraved pleasure to distend in Ian's mind, and slowly migrating to his groin.

Matthias reclined back and flicked his tail as he stroked his member, and he groaned, nearing his climax as he listened to the sounds of the father fucking his son on the couch. He opened his eyes to look at the TV, and in his peripheral vision, he saw a face in the window and snapped his snout to his left, his eyes widening as he saw his son staring at him from the window.

"Ian!" Matthias shouted, almost hoping off the couch. "G-get! Go! Now!"

Ian immediately turned form the window and stared out at the road, moving around the house and through the front door, while Matthias had slid on his jock strap rapidly, fumbling to turn off the TV and Xbox. Ian walked into the house a moment later, entering the living room apprehensively: Ian took off his shoes, and looked up to his dad, brushing the back of his head and giving off a nervous laugh.

"Dad," Ian began with an almost laugh, "So--how--about them lakers?"

"Ian," Matthias interrupted him with a growl, pointed down the hall, and turned his head away. "Go--let me get my clothes on, now."

Ian stuttered, but briskly moved away from the sight of his father's hard cock protruding from behind his black jockstrap. He slid into his room, shut the door and sat down on the edge of the bed, his heart pounding hard from the paroxysm. Clasping his hands together, he bounced his foot up and down, shaking his bed hard from anxiety.

Oh man--what the fuck dad. I hope to god he didn't know it was real--shit, shit, shit!

Ian felt his hands shaking slightly, hoping to whatever deity was out there that his dad did not know the video was real, or he had just skipped to it. Anything to dispel it having veracity would save him from his father's despotic punishment, which Ian had experienced only a few times in his life.

Fretfully he waited, and eventually his dad reappeared, dressed, at the door and walked in slowly. They looked at each other, and Ian turned his eyes away, looking down at his feet, feeling horribly embarrassed and uncertain of him-self now with the avulsion of his good mood. Matthias looked at his son sternly as he sat in Ian's computer chair, his hands together in his lap, and he took a deep breath, putting his thoughts in a steady order. Ian removed his ear buds and turned off his iPod, looking over at his dad apprehensively.

"So, you have Folsom Daddies, Daddy Dick Please, and--and--well, you know the other video wasn't actors." Matthias shook his head and groaned, running his hand down his snout, "I cannot fucking believe--"

"Dad, I am sorry!" Ian chocked out in dither, putting his face in his hand and groaned outwardly. "Oh fuck--how the hell did you find that! Why were you on my laptop! Dammit!"

"Ian!" Matthias said loudly and held up his hand at his son. "I cannot believe that you--that we--uggh, have the same videos on our computers, is what I was about to say! So calm your ass down, this is embarrassing for me too!"

Ian jerked his head up to face his father, his eyebrow raised slightly and he shook his head in disbelief. "What the fu--heck, dad?"

"We own the same videos." Matthias answered coolly, looking down at his feet with some discomfiture in his tone. "I have the same incest video on my laptop as well. I never expected to find it on yours--hell, I did not expect you to be into men three times your age!" Matthias cast his son a confused stare and laughed at him. "What the hell are you doing looking at guys in their forties?"

"I--I, uh--I don't know! Jeez, dad. How come you have that video too!"

"Well, the same reason as you, probably." Matthias answered smoothly and then crossed his arms with a more casual stance, "Pink elephant in the room, son."

Ian looked down at his hands and fumbled with his thumbs, feeling so mortified he could not collect the volition to say anything. The atmosphere was overwrought, so tense that neither of them felt comfortable speaking, as they realized the secret fetish both had hidden from each other. Ian looked over at his dad, whose eyes were turned aside, and he took in a deep breath, sighing loudly.

"Ok, so--dad, we both like--dad and son stuff."

"Yes, it seems we do," Matthias replied in a slight mumble.

To try to cut the tension Ian laughed a bit louder and smiled at his dad. "Holy hell in a hand basket--we're a great example."

Matthias nodded and chuckled. "Yes, we are. It's not something anyone knows about me, except you, now."

"Eh--dad, I'm sorry for being into this. I--you know, I didn't want to like ever tell you about it, I didn't know how you'd react if you even knew I liked older guys."

Matthias looked over and shrugged, patting his son's shoulder. "Ian--it is fine. I am more in shock that we both watch something like that, and neither of us ever knew. It is a-- anathema, so to speak. How long have you been into this?"

"Since--I don't know, past couple of years." Ian gave a meager shrug and fell silent, looking away. He had only ever discussed it online, the fantasies, and mostly read them in stories: he never entertained attraction to his father. The scenario was something he wanted, and the connection--but having it with his dad, he never entertained the notion.

"Damn man, being into this shit is illegal. Good thing we're not living in Alabama, we'd fit right in." Ian suggested with a smirk, easing up a little more on his bed and turned to face his dad.

"Yes, right in deliverance with the pig fuckers," Matthias agreed with, chortling.

Ian laughed a little and shook his head, "Uggh--yeah. Thanks for the image. Yeah, when they do it, it's not sexy."

Matthias laughed and nodded. "I've watched things like this for a long time--you know when I was young, I always had fantasies of guys older than me."

Matthias sat back a little bit and looked up at the roof, thinking about when him when he was just a teenager. "Hell, I used to sometimes check out my uncle, when he worked on houses. You remember him, right?"

"Really, your Uncle?" Ian said slowly, laughing slightly at the thought of his young dad checking out someone. "So, I guess you're not--you know, disgusted with me, or anything for liking incest?"

"No, and hopefully you aren't disgusted with me." His father replied, laughing softly.

Ian chocked up a laugh and nodded. His stomach was still churning with tenterhooks, and he glanced to his dad, unable to shake the image of him jacking off. He felt his chest tighten and his heart pound hard, so hard his father could hear it.

"Ian--are you ok?" Matthias asked, "I can hear your heart beating."

"I--I am ok," Ian began, taking in a deep breath to calm him-self. "Oh man. I feel so embarrassed, dad! Seeing you jack off in the living room, cannot unsee, man!"

Matthias felt his scales darken and he brushed his hand down his snout to hide his humiliation. "Well Ian--where do we go from here?"

"I--do not know." Ian said slowly, "Um--I guess dinner. I am hungry as hell."

Matthias smiled and laughed slightly with relief. "Sure thing son-- I'll see you out there, in a little bit. I need to go calm down, my-self."

He stood up and patted his son on the shoulder, holding it for a moment as he stood next to his boy, and Ian looked up at him. Matthias looked down into his son's bright blue eyes for a moment, smiling and then cut away from him, moving out of the bedroom.

? ? ?

A good two hours passed by as the two dragons had eaten dinner, and were in separate rooms, quietly watching TV. Ian had settled down after the whole ordeal, distracting him-self with South Park, while upstairs he heard his father playing something on his Xbox. Ian could not shake the plethora of feelings and thoughts swarming around him, making his belly hot, or making him have a headache from trying to sort them out. His dad--every time he thought about him, he thought about seeing him on the couch, jerking a cock that was, in Ian's eyes, freakishly bigger than the ones he had seen in a Porno. He could just not erase it from his mind even if he tried.

Maybe dad was in one before--_he thought to him-self, _Maybe I've just seen too much porn of older guys, and whatever.

Ian heard a noise upstairs, and then the heavy stomps of his father coming downstairs, wearing shorts and gave a brief nod to his son. Ian nodded back and sat up now, an uncomfortable feeling in his gut once more. He stared at the TV, while looking at his laptop on occasion, replying to a few friends over Skype and then turned to look at his dad, who was standing by the couch.

"Ian, we need to talk," Matthias began, "Mind if I sit down?"

Ian nodded and scooted over as his dad sat next to him, and Ian, nervously looking at him, would reach over to turn the TV down.

"Son," Matthias said slowly, "We both learned something about each other tonight that is--well, for lack of a better word, abnormal. And I do not think it should just be swept under the rug, understand me?"

"Yah, I know, dad." Ian said nervously, choking again another small laugh. He almost feared what his father was going to ask him, anticipating the question with culminated anxiety. Ian steadied his breathing to keep him-self relaxed, while his father began speaking to him.

"Have you ever had sex, Ian? I don't really know if you have or not." Matthias asked abruptly, crossing his arms over his chest, "Be honest with me."

"No, not yet. I'm waiting for someone, you know, before I do anything."

"Good, good." Matthias nodded, his expression showing deep though, and he looked over at his son with a more stern expression, "Have you ever thought of having sex with a dragon my age?"

"Like--with you?"

Matthias took a deep breath and sighed, his tail swaying anxiously at his feet. "Well--no, I mean just in general. You like the same material I did at your age, so I'm just seeing how much like me you are."

"Oh, yes, I'd like to. I just want to wait until I am with a boyfriend, you know? Age isn't really important--but, I do like older guys a lot. I've never dated before--don't know why people won't go out with me."

"They're idiots. You're a good kid Ian, you just need someone who appreciates you," Matthias reassured him. Ian smiled at him, nodding a little bit.

"Ian, you saw me jacking off tonight. Be honest with me, because I will know if you lied. Did you stand there and watch, or just catch me?"

Ian felt his face grow as hot as an oven at his dad's words, and he recoiled, his stomach tightening to the point of nausea. He laughed nervously and groaned. Ian shook his head, looked up this dad's serious stare, and huffed. "Well-- to be honest, if you hadn't shouted, this that and the other--I--well, might have starred at you a bit."

"So, you would have watched me?" Matthias said as he closed his eyes, leaned forwards on his elbows, resting his snout on his fists in deep thought.

So my son would have watched me--dammit Matthias, what kind of kid did you raise? Shit--this is one hell of a situation.

_ _

I wonder what dad is thinking--he's probably freaked out by me, Ian thought with a frown_, I should have just lied, or something._

The silence in the room seemed to last for a long time, almost an hour, but in reality only five minutes had droned by, before either of them moved, and spoke to each other.

"Ian," Matthias began, looking over at his son and reached to touch his shoulder, holding it in his hand, "You know I love you, no matter what you're into, or what I am into, all right?"

Ian nodded and huffed, "I know dad, and I love you too. It is fine if you are just as--perverted as I am. Guess I got it from somewhere, hehe!"

Matthias sighed and clasped his hands together. "Ian--lets break the ice, here, ok? Its better we just do this now, before things become more awkward then they all ready are. Have you ever thought about sex with me or any member of this family?"

Ian did not say anything immediately, turning his nervous eyes to the floor and stroked his thumbs over each other anxiously.

"You can be honest, Ian. I just want to know--do you want to have sex with me, seeing as how you are into that sort of material. Or--do you like your Uncle?"

"Wh-what? No! Hell no!" Ian laughed shakily and shook his head as his tail slapped at the carpet from anxiety.

"I--I do not like my uncle, are you kidding! And I've never thought about it. I mean--I guess I have, I think. I do not really know, dad. Seeing you tonight just really messed me up."

Ian sighed and crossed his legs together on the couch, brushing his jersey with his hand nervously, trying to distract him-self from the influx of feelings in his stomach and head. "Dammit--I didn't mean to get so into it--"

"Nor did I," Matthias said, leaning back, "Just sort of happened, right? Over time?"

"Yeah--" Ian leaned back too. "Just, you know, over time. Videos and so on, leading to another--I found one online, and I just got so hard from watching it."

He looked at his dad in the eyes, but darted them away. It was difficult if not impossible to admit he had occasional eyed his father's body, but his father's candour always had goaded Ian into telling the truth. He closed his eyes, reminding him-self he was safe with his dad, at least--his mom would have never been so tolerant of him. He was grateful his dad at least had not scolded him.

"Ian, what are you thinking about?" Matthias asked calmly, patting his son on the shoulder, "I don't want my son bottling up emotions, you know how detrimental it is."

Ian nodded and took in a deep breath, unable to look at his father as he asked him his next question.

"Just--this is a lot to take in, you know? I mean, we're both into incest and all, and I just feel so friggin confused, and shit."

"Well we cannot tell anyone about this Ian," Matthias said sternly, "If people like Carl found out--it'd ruin us, for a long time."

Ian laughed, "Like--like I'd tell that fucking cop wannabe!"

"That what wannabe?" Matthias corrected with a stern tone, and a light laugh, "I swear I am going to beat that shit out of you."

"Pffft--hypocrite, you always cuss!" Ian laughed in return, feeling the tension dissolve off slightly, and smiled at his dad, looking down at his lap again. He thought for a moment, thinking he should be as honest as he could with his dad, at least until the anxiety made him pass out, or something else.

"Well, dad, you are hot--you know? I mean, you kind of look like the porn stars I look at, except--you look a lot better, and bigger than they are. I mean, some of them are fit and all, but none are as big as you."

"Have you ever checked me out before Ian?"

"Sometimes," Ian bravely admitted. "I've looked at you sometimes--just, not as much as I did tonight. I mean, when you are working out I sometimes watch you. I've never seen your--you know, your dick until tonight." Ian rubbed the back of his head and took in a deep breath, "I didn't know you were so fucking big."

"Am I, well shit, I knew I still had it!" Matthias said with a cocky tone and Ian rolled his eyes groaning. Matthias put his hands together and chuckled. "Have you ever bought or used a dildo, Ian?"

"Uh--no." Ian said with a slight laugh, "I--have a prostate toy, thingy--but that is it."

"Oh?" Matthias said with a slightly happier tone, "Really now? How is it?"

"Um--good! I use it now and then." Ian answered slowly, "It's pretty nice."

Matthias laughed a little bit, whistling through his lips, "Well--didn't expect to hear that! Well, son, you've got my looks, so who knows, you probably got a bit of me down there as well."

Matthias laughed and pat his son on the shoulder gently and Ian smiled, relaxing a little further. He decided not to push anything further, watching his son with care: while half of him was anticipating popping the question, Matthias did not want to pressure Ian.

"Look--let's talk about this another time; we're both really nervous, ok? Tomorrow we can talk more, maybe discuss when it began, this that and the other."

"Yeah, ok dad." Ian said with a sigh of relief, "No more jerking off to my shit in the living room!"

"Hey, I rarely do that anyways, kid. Your old man doesn't get too often, so thanks for messing my night up!"

Ian rolled his eyes and snorted, mumbling under his breath as his dad. Matthias strongly embraced his son, squeezing him as tightly as he could. He caressed his son's smooth back softly to relax, and when Ian was in the embrace, he sensed his dad's nervousness to, closing his eyes.

"Are you sure this isn't wrong?"

"Well, it probably is, to some people. Just liking it is one thing--doing it is a whole, different story entirely. Depends on the country, and--a lot of other things."

Ian nodded and sat up a little as his dad released him, "Ok dad."

Matthias nodded and stood up next to his son. "Ok son. I will see you tomorrow morning before work, and don't forget the cook out Friday. We need to shop for it."

"Ok dad--good night."

"Good night son, love you."

"Love you too, dad--" Ian looked up to his dad before Matthias strolled off upstairs, and Ian collapsed on his back on the couch, placing a pillow over his face, his body still in the throes of tenterhooks.

Oh my god--holy fuck what in the hell? Holy shit internet--I need your fucking guidance right god damn now!

Ian turned onto his side, his body telling him a different implication than the one his mind shouted. There was less apprehension in his brain than there was arousal in his groin, and he did not know what he should do. He would spend the rest of his night in silence, lying on the couch in the dark, staring at the roof until finally he put on Ghost Adventures to distract him-self, eventually falling asleep with an erection hidden under a pillow on his lap.