The Good Son – Chap 5 – You Made It Feel Like Home

A gay story: The Good Son – Chap 5 – You Made It Feel Like Home

Gabriel lay stretched on the bed, holding a book, his head resting on Elliot’s stomach and his feet over Jonathan’s crotch while the stud’s hands gently rubbed them.

“Listen to this.” He said, calling for their attention. “Let me say no more. Words do no justice to the hidden meaning. Everything immediately becomes slightly different when expressed in words, a bit distorted, a little foolish…It is perfectly fine with me that something might be precious wisdom for one man and another, foolery.” He quoted, glancing back at his friend and smiling, his eyes anticipating some reaction. There was silence.

“I don’t get it.” Elliot remarked, shrugging.

“Exactly.” Gabriel replied, giggling before Jonathan joined in the merriment.

“Dude, you were always the smart one.” Elliot argued as he looked down at Gabriel, his hand brushing his head gently. Gabriel turned his head up and held Elliot’s hand.

“It just means that stuff might seem one thing to one person and one thing entirely different to another. It’s how you see things that matter.” Gabriel elucidated, smiling.

“I see you.” Elliot sounded, his blue eyes shining down on his friend.

And…?” Gabriel asked, lifting one eyebrow and pumping his chest like a peacock.

“I think you’re fucking gorgeous.” Elliot stated, his fingers playing with Gabriel’s.

“Some might disagree.” Gabriel countered.

“Who?” Elliot playfully questioned. “I’ll fuck them up!” He teased, standing up and playfully swinging his fists in the air. Gabriel’s head fell back on the mattress, chuckling.

“Shit!” Gabriel uttered, his hand clutching his broken rib.

Jonathan immediately shot forward.

“Careful, baby!” He exclaimed, his hands reaching for his son’s, pulling them aside.

“Still hurts when I laugh.” Gabriel described.

“Let me kiss it.” Jonathan said, leaning forward and gently pressing his lips against the boy’s sore spot. Gabriel instantly moaned, his whole body stretching as his cock twitched between his legs.

“Dad…” Gabriel murmured.

“What?” Jonathan questioned, his voice muffled and his face buried deep into Gabriel’s skin.

“It’s 8.30. We’re going to miss breakfast.” The boy replied. Jonathan raised his head and looked up at the boy, his eyes drunk with craving.

“Fine…” He voiced reluctantly, pulling back, jumping off the bed, and extending his arm to help his boy. “Shower first.” Jonathan said, winking and slapping Gabriel’s bubble butt before entering the bathroom. After a few seconds, the boys heard the water running.

Gabriel looked at Elliot, sensing a slight apprehension in his friend’s gaze. Elliot smiled and turned around, strolling to the other bathroom. Gabriel wanted to call him back, but he didn’t. Something inside his best friend was still holding him back. And he knew what it was. He rushed for the bathroom, where Jonathan was already waiting, his beautiful athletic body soaking in water and soap and his long hair cascading over his thick shoulders. Gabriel smiled and walked silently inside the shower, grabbing Jonathan from the back, his arms swathing his father’s hairy chest, feeling his every heartbeat.

“Hey, baby.” Jonathan uttered gently, pulling his face from under the shower. “What’s up?” He questioned. He knew Gabriel inside out. His son’s every touch and sound told an indefinable story only Jonathan knew how to decode.

“Nothing.” Gabriel mumbled as he skated his hands over Jonathan’s soaped skin. The hunk’s cock twitched immediately.

“Spit it out…” Jonathan requested, forcing Gabriel’s hesitance to unlock.

“I was thinking. Since we’re leaving tomorrow, spending the night on one of those overwater bungalows would be cool…what do you think?” Gabriel suggested, his hand sliding down to his father’s cock.

“Gabriel…are you trying to seduce me into saying yes?” Jonathan asked, his head falling into his son’s shoulder as his cock thickened inside the boy’s hand.

“Maybe…is it working?” The boy teased lustfully.

“Fuck yes.” Jonathan replied, seizing the boy’s hand, turning around to face him, and forcing his body gently against the shower wall.

He lifted Gabriel from the ground, the boy’s legs scissoring his waist. His cock took its rightful place between the boy’s cheeks, and he began to grind them, the stud’s hips moving back and forth gently. Jonathan’s strength was unmatched as he held his son in midair, hovering gently and steadily, positioning the boy’s hole for the taking. Gabriel’s hands came up, and his fingers brushed his father’s face, his hazelnut eyes suddenly transfixed on every detail. Jonathan’s bushy eyebrows, his thick layered tanned skin, his slightly overgrown beard from under which his beautifully luscious lips peaked through, and his deep dark brown eyes, strong and resonant. Inside them, Gabriel’s light shined with a brightness that reflected at him.

“Dad, I love you.” Gabriel professed.

Jonathan just stared at him, his countenance expressing his feelings more accurately than his words could ever do. Sensing this, Gabriel leaned forward and kissed Jonathan softly, feeling the wet wood-scented breath on him. He closed his eyes and licked his father’s lips, taunting the hunk’s dominance out of him. Jonathan groaned, so Gabriel went back, licking his mouth and sliding his tongue inside. The stud groaned again, this time more cavernously. With each new deep moan, Gabriel felt his father’s cock engorge between his legs. Every hair on Gabriel’s body prickled. Nothing felt more urgent than to have Jonathan inside him.

“Put it in. Please.” The boy sighed into his father’s ear. Jonathan lifted his son’s ass just a bit, enough for the tip of his monstrous dick to aim at his sphincter, before shoving it inside slowly. “Oh, my god…” Gabriel whined, his face tightening with pleasurable pain.

Jonathan’s face slid down the boy’s and nestled inside his neck as Gabriel brushed his fingers over Jonathan’s wet hair. He could feel his father’s teeth bite down on his skin like a vampire as he thrust his shaft deeper into him.

“You like that, baby?” Jonathan groaned into the boy’s neck, his thrusts fastening as he pushed his son’s cheeks in, Gabriel’s ass slapping against the soggy wall behind them.

Gabriel’s head nodded rapidly, his teeth biting down on his lips.

“Dad…?” Gabriel uttered into his father’s ear, stuttering as the hunk’s dick rammed into his hole.

“Shhhh…you’re gonna make me bust…” Jonathan warned. By now, Gabriel knew his voice was enough to trigger his father’s orgasm.

“I want Elliot to come too.” Gabriel resumed.

“Sure, baby. Sure.” Jonathan conceded, his swings deepening as his hands gently held Gabriel’s body in the air. His right hand skated up the boy’s back and held his neck, helping him steer his cock deeper inside his son’s body.

“I want…shit…” Gabriel continued to flirt, clipping his words along the way, momentarily surprised by the pleasurable way with which his father hit his prostate. “I want him to…I want you to…fuck…Daddy…” Gabriel persisted, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. “You’re dick is so fucking hard…” He uttered.

Not surprisingly, a loud gasp broke out from Jonathan’s mouth, followed by a fierce groan as he emptied into Gabriel’s hole. Load after load of thick batter, his pelvis continuously pounding as his cock helped push his cum further in.

“Mother fucker!” Jonathan hollered, both excited and disappointed he couldn’t last long. But Gabriel’s hole was his favorite place, after all. Jonathan panted and chuckled as his dick slid from Gabriel, the boy’s hips bucking. “You, okay?” He asked, still concerned about Gabriel’s injuries.

The boy nodded, walking up to the shower and sliding his hand inside his crack, washing his father’s cum off.

“What were you going to say? Back there, I mean.” Jonathan questioned. Gabriel halted, his body drizzling with shower gel.

“Never mind.” Gabriel replied elusively. “I’m going to check on Elliot.” He said, opening the glass door and jumping out of the shower, grabbing a towel and drying himself as he rushed for the other room.

He rolled the towel around his waist and crossed the living room into the first bedroom. The beds were empty, but as he reached the middle of the room, his eyes caught a glimpse of someone on the balcony. Gabriel sauntered to find Elliot sitting alone in one of the lounge chairs facing the beach. He crept up behind his friend and embraced him, kissing his neck.

“Hey, pussy.” Elliot teased, bringing his hands up and holding Gabriel tight, seemingly wanting his friend to stay there forever.

Gabriel went around him and sat on his lap. He looked inside Elliot’s deep blue eyes, squinting as he scanned his feelings. They didn’t speak. They didn’t need to. Gabriel knew what was troubling his best friend. Suddenly, he beamed.

“Stop that.” Elliot said, making Gabriel giggle. “It’s so annoying.” He stated.

But Gabriel seemed bent on pulling Elliot out of his predicament. So instead, he started playfully moving his ass, teasing his friend’s cock, which bloated instantly. He could feel Elliot’s cock hardening under his thin beach shorts. Then Gabriel leaned forward, grabbing his friend’s neck and kissing his ear.

“I know what you’re thinking.” He whispered. “Trust me. I got your back, okay?” Gabriel uttered, pulling away and winking. Elliot looked at him, stumped yet mesmerized by Gabriel’s words.

He knew Gabriel’s love for him, and even though he couldn’t fully understand what he meant, Elliot’s trust was blind. He let his head tumble forward, hitting Gabriel’s chest. The boy’s hand came around Elliot’s head, brushing his curly hair. Elliot exhaled, his anxiety melting away inside Gabriel’s mystical embrace.

Thirty minutes later, they sat at the deck, chatting as Gabriel continued to low-key attempt to pull Elliot out of his mental rut. But he seemed off, distant. Last night’s intimate moment had struck a nerve inside the boy, and although their hearts felt closer than ever before, his mind was detached. They eventually moved into the canopy, and each stretched in their chair. Jonathan slept, exhausted from his shower fuck with Gabriel. Elliot sprawled, his arms crossed behind his head, wearing his sunglasses as he scanned the horizon vacantly. Gabriel read his book, occasionally sid-eyeing his friend. Finally, unable to focus on his reading, he closed it and put it down, sloping forward on his chair and dropping his head between his shoulders.

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