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The Missing Son 48 Patrick had been fucked by... he couldn't remember how many of them had fucked him. At least each of his brothers had had a go once, and he was now in the process of fucking them, but he needed a break. The bathroom was calling. He felt like he imagined he would if he'd used those weight training machines downstairs. He was sore in more places than he could count. He was tired, but not exhausted. And he was still horny. After using the toilet, he decided to take a quick shower. He was going to be sweating again, but right now he felt grimier than he liked. Standing in the large shower stall he thought again about how it was large enough they could have an orgy in it. Instead of being embarrassed this time he got hard. He toweled himself while the dryer ran, stroking himself a few times to maintain his erection. He might as well be ready for action when he got back to the living room. He pulled the door open to leave and found himself looking into gray/blue eyes. He hesitated, then got out of the way. Damian looked him up and down, his smile widening at his hard cock. He entered and closed the door behind him. "I was going back," Patrick pointed out. He checked his uncle out, he hadn't done it this close yet. He wasn't erect, but his cock looked to be average. "I'm sure they can manage without you for a while." Damian took Patrick's head in his hands. "Damian, I don..." He didn't get to finish, Damian kissed him. The surprise froze Patrick for a moment, and his uncle used that opportunity to push his tongue in his muzzle. Patrick has a 'fuck this' moment, then he kissed him back, wrapping his arms around his uncle. They turned and Patrick had his back against the wall. their tongue played together, their lips pressed so tightly their mouth were sealed. Damian broke away and smiled at him. Patrick had to catch his breath. "What do you think you're doing?" His uncle didn't say anything. He leaned forward and nibbled below Patrick's ear. Patrick's breath caught as the teeth scrapped the flesh, lightning coursing from there down to his cock. He held on to Damian as his legs turned to jelly and he spoke God's name in vain, a lot. Then claws moved down his sides making him shudder. they traced his hips, moving inside his legs and teased his balls. His cock jumped and Patrick thought he was going to cum right there. He wanted to tell his uncle to stop, but he couldn't get his mouth to work. The pleasure still vibrating through him the hand clasped his ass and pulled him up. By pure reflex he wrapped his legs around Damian's waist. He felt the slick cock move between his cheeks. Patrick opened his muzzle to asked his uncle what he thought he was doing, but he bit his neck and the lightning short circuited Patrick's brain. The cock head was at his ring and Damian lowered him slowly. Patrick gasped and held on tighter to his uncle. When he was fully in, he pulled out and thrust back in. He moved slowly, each time changing his angle, and Patrick could only moan, grown and gasp when his uncle cock stroked against a particularly pleasurable part. He'd read up on the male anatomy, and if he were able to think he'd know what it was called, but his uncle's cock was making it impossible for him to do so. That stroking and his cock being trapped between them, their fur teasing it, their stomach pressing against it as his uncle fucked him, made the lightning become brighter until it overwhelmed him. Patrick roared. Once his orgasm died down Damian wasn't moving, just holding him. Patrick realized his uncle wasn't in him. He untangled his legs and placed them on the floor. Damian let him go carefully. Patrick wobbled a little but he was able to stay up. Damian smiled and opened the door, only to have it slam back shut. "Not so fast," Patrick panted, his hand on it. "What the fuck was this?" Damian smiled at him. "When you said you'd never be alone in a room with me, I was able to let it go." He caressed Patrick's cheek with a finger. "But when you said I'd be waiting a long time to have sex with you, I found I couldn't resist." "You had plenty of opportunity in the living room." "I doubt you'd have really paid attention to what I was doing to you among a crowd." "So what? this was just you proving a point?" "A point? no. This was me fucking you." He ran a finger in the cum stained fur. "I believe you enjoyed it." "Fucking right I did, but I don't believe you. This wasn't just about us having sex. Just what the fuck do you want with me?" Damian regarded him for a moment. "I haven't decided yet." He nodded to Patrick's hand still on the door. "Can I leave?" Patrick took his hand away and Damian left him alone in the room. He leaned back against the wall. Fuck that had been an experience. He put a hand to his neck, where Damian had bit him, there was no blood. He hadn't thought there would be, but he wanted to make sure. A few of his brothers had nibbled on his neck, and he'd enjoyed it, but none of them had bitten that hard. If someone had asked him before this Patrick wouldn't have known it could feel that good. His hand went up and caressed the base of his ear. He shivered. How had Damian known he'd enjoy it? Patrick hadn't known until now. He sighed. Whatever else his uncle might be, he was a fucking good top. Patrick took a moment longer to make sure he was steady on his legs and headed back to the living room. He'd thought about continuing going through his brothers, but he saw his father seated on the couch, head leaning back and looking like he might be sleeping. His other father was currently fucking Alex in the middle of the cushions. Grinning Patrick headed for the couch. He ran a hand up each leg before hooking under them and lifting them. He father looked at him and chuckled. Patrick lubed himself from the almost empty bottle next to his father and then entered him. Both of them moaned. When he was hilted in, he licked his father's muzzle. "You're a lot tighter than I remember," He whispered. His father smiled. "That's because I'm not the one you think I am." Patrick frowned for a moment, then gasped. He would have pulled out, but his father had hooked his legs around him, keeping him in place. "Donald?" His father nodded. "I'm sorry. I thought you were Daniel." Donald nodded. "It's okay." "But you're a top." That made him chuckle. "I'm mostly a top. Not exclusively one." "So you're okay with me fucking you?" "He is," Daniel whispered in his ear before placing both hands on his shoulders. "Just like I'm going to be okay with fucking you." Donald moved his legs out of the way and Daniel pressed himself against Patrick's back. He ground his crotch a time or two and his cock found Patrick's hole. Patrick sighed as his father entered him. He was thicker than Damian. Patrick couldn't believe he was having sex with both his fathers at the same time. They moved slowly working out the best rhythm to make sure neither of them accidentally pulled out. This was so hot, and it felt so good to have his cock move in his father while his fathers moved in him. This felt more like making love then fucking so Patrick took his time. He let the pleasure build, and listened to his fathers' body, he wanted to cum with them, or at least one of them. Donald was the first one whose breathing became ragged, his hand moving up and down on his cock, so Patrick sped up his thrusting, to help him and to push himself over the edge. His father came a moment before Patrick, his spasming ass triggering his orgasm. Buried deep in his father, Daniel's thrusting kept Patrick's orgasm going much longer than before, and then that cock was deep in him, his father shuddering on top of Patrick. They remained like that while they caught their collective breath. Patrick felt so comfortable between the two of them, so safe, so loved. He kissed Donald, then pulled out. Daniel pulled out and let himself fall on the couch next to his brother. Patrick stretched and turned. So, who was going to be next. He grinned when he saw Damian roll off Dominic and settle on his stomach. If that wasn't a perfect invitation, Patrick didn't know what was. He knelt between Damian's legs. He didn't know if he was versatile or not, he hadn't paid attention to who he'd fucked or in what position, but at this point he was confident everyone in his family was. Damian looked over his shoulder, and while Patrick had intended to just start fucking him, he paused and asked. "Do you mind if I return the favor?" Damian smiled and shook his head. Patrick lay on top of him and began fucking his uncle. In no time at all Patrick was moaning. his uncle's ass kept tightening on his cock, and pulling on it. Patrick couldn't tell if he was using his uncle or if he was being used by him. Much faster then he'd anticipated Patrick came. He rolled on his back, and Damian smirked at him. Patrick gave him the finger and then had Arthur sitting on his cock and Aiden offering his to suck. Patrick took it in his muzzle, and then lost himself back in the orgy.
The Missing Son 46 Patrick looked at the clock after checking the id on the last of this group. Twenty minutes before the next bus. He asked Marleen to check the door for a few minutes and headed to Don's office. "Hey Don," he said, leaning in the door way. "I need to take next Saturday and Sunday off." The panda looked up from his phone. "Again?" "I know, but I checked with Malcolm, he'll be happy to cover for me." "Again." Don eyed him. "This is starting to become a habit." "Come on Don, I've only taken a handful of days off in the five years since I've bounced for you." "True, but they have all been in this last year." "I'll grant you that, but that doesn't even cover the vacation that technically you'd owe me for five years, if I were officially working here." Don chuckled. "Alright, alright. Just tell me you aren't planning on quitting." "No, I have no plans of doing that. This is something special, I doubt there'll be another one until next year." "Alright. So you'll just be in on Friday?" "Yeah, and I need you to do me a favor. If my mom happens to call, tell her I'm working, but I'm not around." "Why would she call me? You have a phone." "It's going to be silenced." Don frowned. "Okay, what's going on?" "Just do that for me, please? And if she asks, confirm you need me to work late." Don leaned back, his eyes on Patrick. "Wait, a special night? Are you getting laid?" "Err, why would you think that?" "Oh my God, you are." The panda grinned. "Why don't you want your mom to know? She doesn't approve of her?" "Him," Patrick said, just stopping himself from saying 'them'. The look of surprise Don gave him made Patrick pause. "Didn't you know?" "That you're gay? No, why would I know?" "Jen and the others do." "Really? none of them said anything to me." "And you're okay with it?" The panda rolled his eyes. "Of course, I'm okay with it. What business of mine is it who you sleep with. I take it your mother isn't though." "She doesn't know. So, will you cover for me with her?" "Of course." "Thanks Don, you're the best." "Don't you forget it." Patrick went back to his stool for before another group entered. The bus was early. * * * * * "Joey's Junk, Joey speaking." "Joey, Patrick." He was on his way to Mister Hilary's house, to pour his concrete sidewalk. "Hey Patrick. If you're calling to see if I need you, I'm afraid I don't. Things have been really quiet recently." "It's okay, that's not why I'm calling. I need a favor. It's possible my mom will call you next Saturday or Sunday. If she does, I need you to tell her I'm somewhere in the yard and can't take her call." "Have the two of you fought again?" "No." "Okay, are you in some sort of trouble?" "No, no, nothing like that. I just don't want her worrying." "You have me worrying now." "I told you. I'm not in trouble. I'm also not doing anything that's going to get me in trouble. I'm going to be seeing someone." Joey deserved to know at least that. "Well you lucky cat. Why didn't you lead with that? Of course, I'll cover for you." "Thanks Joey. I owe you one." "Don't worry about it." This took care of his absence for the weekend. He didn't expect to need it, since his mother had mentioned she would work at the diner, but if for some reason she didn't, he didn't have to worry. Now all he had to do was keep his excitement in check until then. * * * * * It was one in the afternoon and Patrick was pacing in front of the bar. Sure, his father could pick him up at home, but all it would take was Misses Polyan from two house down seeing him and she'd call his mother to report it. Since she thought he was going to work, she would question why his father was picking him up. He checked the time, ten more minutes. He changed the pack to his other shoulder. It had some toiletries and a change of clothing. The car stopped at the curb and his father smiled at him through the passenger window. "You ready son?" "You bet dad." He got in and his father reached over to cup his face. Patrick almost stopped him, worried about the neighbors seeing and calling his mother, then remembered he was nowhere near his house and leaned in so they could kiss. When they separated Patrick was sporting an erection. He leaned back in the seat, grinning. "It's a really good thing we're not in my neighborhood. If my mom ever got wind of this kiss, she'd skin me alive." His father looked at him, the smile disappearing. "You do realize you're going to have to tell her, right? Not about us, obviously, but that your gay." "I know. It just isn't the right time yet." His father shook his head and started the car. "It's never going to be. If that's what you're waiting for, you'll always come up with a reason why now isn't it." Patrick sighed. "I know. It's just that things are finally going well for her. I don't want to ruin things." "If she ends up feeling like you being gay ruined her life, I won't think much of her." "What do you think of her now?" "I think she's a decent person. She did the best she could in a not so good situation. She raised you to be a good guy, which can't be easy in this part of town." "She also raised me to think being gay was a sin." "Like I kept telling Damian, no one's perfect. She's making an effort to see me and Danny was normal guys. I don't know if we'll ever be friends, but I don't dislike her." Patrick nodded. "I do wish she could be friends with all of you, but then she'd almost certainly figure out your lifestyle, our lifestyle. that wouldn't go over very well." They drove in silence for a time, going through multiple neighborhood of varying economic class. They were in what Patrick thought was an old commercial district when the car turned into an empty lot between two buildings. "You ever had sex on the hood of a car?" Donald asked as he brought it to a stop. Patrick chuckled. "Of course not. I only had sex for the first time a week ago." "A lot can happen in a week." He got out of the car. Patrick got out too and looked around. On one side was a four-story building with boarded up windows. The brown brick was falling apart. On the other the building was two-story, and the gray cement wall was featureless. The other end of the lot showed a quiet street, but by the pieces of broken masonry on the walls on each side Patrick thought there might have been a building there at one time. Now it was paved and served as parking, although right now their car was the only here. "What are we doing here dad?" His father grabbed his hand and pulled him close. "I'm going to fuck you on the hood of the car." "what, here? what if someone comes by?" Donald grinned. "No one ever comes here." "How do you know?" "You're not the first guy I've fucked here." his father paused. "You're not the first of my sons." Patrick chuckled. That didn't surprise him. While he hadn't seen his family have sex together, the thought of it felt more normal, now that he had had sex with both his fathers. "I thought Alex was the one with a thing for public sex." "It isn't because it's his eccentricity, that I don't enjoy it too with the right guy." "Oh? and I'm the right guy?" "Most certainly." His father kissed him and pushed him back until Patrick was sitting on the hood of the car. It was barely warm, which surprised him for some reason. He'd have to ask Adam about.... His chain of thought derailed when he felt his father undo his pants. "Dad, are you sure? we're in public. what if...? Oh Fuck." His father's hand was in his pants, stroking him. "Who cares? If someone stumbles on us, they can enjoy the show." He pulled down Patrick's pants and underwear and the light breeze of his hard cock made him shiver for a moment. "We could be arrested," Patrick panted. "I'll just pay off the cops." Is this what being rich did to people? he wondered. They felt they could do anything? anywhere? This was so fucking wrong. So why wasn't he saying no already? His father bit his neck and Patrick moaned. He kicked off his shoes and wriggled a leg out of his pants. "Fuck me dad." His father pushed him on his back before taking out his cock. All of a sudden, he had a small bottle of lube in his hand and he was pouring it on his cock. Where did they keep coming from? Who cares, was the only response he could come up at the moment. He couldn't believe they were about to do this. His father entered him slowly, and Patrick groaned. God, he thought, I can't believe you'd ever say something which feel so good could be wrong. His father paused halfway in, and Patrick wouldn't have any of that. he wrapped his legs around him and pulled him completely in. They both gasps. Patrick looked up at the blue sky, already seeing some of the lightning. "Fuck dad. If we get caught, I am so killing you." He caught his breath. "Now fuck me." His father smiled and proceeded to pound his ass. Patrick tried to be quiet, but his father's cock was moving in and out of him so fucking hard and fast. He couldn't stop himself from moaning and grunting. The fucking he'd received at the house were nothing compared to this. Their moans and gaps reverberated on the walls. His father wrapped a hand around his cock and Patrick spoke God's name in vain. He'd ask forgiveness later. He wrapped his arms around his father's neck and pulled him close, but instead of kissing him he brought his muzzle to his ear. "You son of a bitch," Patrick moaned. This felt so fucking wonderful. "You fucking son of a bitch. this isn't fair." He shuddered and the lighting fought him for control. "Oh God. Oh fuck. harder dad, harder!" This felt so fucking good. He didn't care about getting caught anymore. Right now, all he wanted was to feel like this forever. The lightning clashed with his will. Oh God, why had he told him to go faster, this was getting to much. Pleasure shook his body. Oh, right, that was why. To avoid screaming he clamped down on his father's shoulder. The lightning exploded, but this time he didn't completely blackout. He could see lightning bolts dancing around them. His body felt like it was electrified, and it felt good. He didn't know how long that lasted, but somewhere during the lightning show he felt his father shudder over him, his cock pulsating inside him, then all he cared about was the pleasure he felt. And then the lightning was gone. He and his father were panting. His shirt had strings of cum on it. He felt amazing and his father was looking down at him, a silly grin on his face. "What?" Patrick asked. "If anyone catches us, it's your fault. That roar is still ringing in my ears." He'd roared? He had no recollection of letting go of his father's shoulder. He blushed. "I'm sorry, I tried not to." the rawness of his voice confirmed he'd roared. "It's okay. This place is deserted for blocks around, except for the squatters, and I figure that with the life they live, they deserve a good show. I don't quite have Alex's tolerance level when it comes to risk of discovery." He gazed in his eyes. "Fuck you're beautiful, you know that?" Patrick blushed some more. he knew he was decent enough looking, but to hear his father say it, while his cock was still buried deep inside you, gave it a lot more meaning. They kissed, slowly, tenderly, lovingly. Fuck, he loved his father. They kept looking at each other for a moment after the kiss ended. "Aren't the others going to wonder what's keeping us?" Patrick asked. His father chuckled. "I wouldn't worry about that. They'll figure we stopped somewhere to fuck." He gently pulled out. "Don't move." He licked Patrick's stomach and chest clean. He then threaded his leg back in his underwear and pants, and pulled them up. "We're going to have to talk you out of wearing underwear. They're a waste of time." Patrick's ears moved forward. "You expect me to freeball?" Donald nodded. "I think you should." He buttoned up Patrick's jeans, then pulled him up to reach behind him and button the tail strap. "Don't hold your breath dad. I'm not putting my junk in danger of catching in a zipper." He stretched and watched his dad tuck himself away and zip his jeans close. He couldn't believe he felt better than before he'd had his brains fucked out. His father shrugged. "It's never happened to anyone in the family." He headed for the driver's side. Patrick put a hand on the handle and looked at his father over the car. "That's because your whole family's got super powers, you know that, right? No one normal can do what you guys can." His father smiled at him. "You're forgetting a small detail." "Yeah? What?" "You're part of that same family." He got in the car. Right, he had forgotten that. "I don't care, I'm not freeballing it." he got in the car.