“Gabriel…” Jonathan groaned.
“Nobody has been inside me but you.” Gabriel revealed as he pulled his mouth from his father’s cock, releasing a loud gasp. He started slapping the beast on his cheek playfully. “It’s the only part of you I couldn’t bring myself to hate.” The boy moaned, his face buried inside Jonathan’s crotch as he sniffed it lustfully. “Did you miss my hole, Daddy?” He teased, pulling back and turning his ass over to Jonathan, moving it sensually.
Jonathan hauled up and grabbed his son’s hips, tautening him back.
“Take these off.” Jonathan ordered.
“Rip them off.” Gabriel soughed. Jonathan obliged. He took both hands, gripped the fabric, and ripped it apart, the sound slashing through the room. “Fuck, yeah.” Gabriel uttered, his body moving like a snake, charmed by a magician’s flute.
Jonathan’s tongue immediately lunged down on Gabriel’s sphincter, the slurping sounds of his mouth feasting on it echoing across the house. He was sucking, licking, and burying his face inside his son’s ass with the equivalent push of a forced hunger strike. Finally, he enveloped his arms under Gabriel’s thighs and pulled him up, raising his ass and taking it to his mouth.
“Fuck, that’s it. Eat that hole, Daddy.” Gabriel moaned in rapture.
“You missed that, you little slut?” Jonathan’s questioned, slapping Gabriel’s cheeks as he slid his tongue deeper inside his son’s hole. Gabriel just nodded and whined, his vulnerability finally unleashed.
There he was, the young man his father knew. His light exhumed by the lust he still bared for Jonathan. Their intimacy momentarily unearthed through their buried passion.
“Fuck me. I want your cock inside me.” Gabriel begged. His neck was bending backward, his eyes clamoring for Jonathan to fill the boy’s void like only he knew how.
Jonathan pulled back, his towering figure on his knees as he gazed down at Gabriel’s puckering hole. He grabbed his cock, aimed it, and effortlessly lunged, slowly sliding it inside. He took his time, knowing Gabriel hadn’t bottomed in a while.
“Fuck…I missed that dick.” Gabriel groaned, letting his face fall inside the sheets, his ass sticking up before Jonathan’s weight pushed him down the mattress.
“Holy shit, you’re tight.” Jonathan grunted as he let his body sink over his son, his lips searching for the boy’s ear, sliding his tongue inside. Gabriel arched his neck back, uncovering his luscious lips.
“Kiss me…” Gabriel beseeched, his tongue sticking out like a puppy. Jonathan shoved his tongue inside while thrusting his cock deeper into the boy’s hole.
He began pounding his son’s hole mercilessly. All you could hear were Jonathan’s muscular hips slapping Gabriel’s cheeks. Their sweat fused as their bodies became soaked. Jonathan’s thrusts were deep, his body barely separating from Gabriel’s. Almost as if Jonathan feared to pull away too much, to lose him.
“Dad…” Gabriel moaned.
“Yeah, baby?” Jonathan questioned tenderly.
“Make me feel better…” Gabriel stuttered, his voice beginning to crack. “Make me forget.” He pleaded as tears started to erupt from his hazelnut eyes. Soon, his moans were fusing with soft cries as his father punched his manhood into him.
“I will, baby…” Jonathan promised. “I’m here, my love. Daddy’s here.” He pledged as his eyes rolled back in eros, signaling the first shots of cum that fired from his throbbing cock.
Gabriel’s ass clenched around Jonathan’s cock, milking it dry. And like two halves of the same coin, they stayed there as their bodies twitched and spasmed together until they dropped on the bed, exhausted.
Jonathan felt Gabriel’s body move as their breaths normalized, trying to squeeze from under him. He raised his chest and pelvis slightly, and the boy pulled out, rolling to the edge of the bed. He sat there for a moment, his face hidden from Jonathan.
“Hey…wanna sleep here tonight?” Jonathan asked affectionately and devotedly. There was a brief silence before Gabriel’s voice broke Jonathan’s momentary illusion.
“We both needed this. But let’s not pretend it fixes anything.” Gabriel cold voice uttered, his body now concealed by the shadow that loomed over him. He stood up and left the room, leaving the door open.
Jonathan lay there in tears as he heard his son’s footsteps go down the stairs. And just like that, he was once again alone in his room.
The following day, Jonathan woke up, startled. His chest shot from the bed as he heard a loud commotion downstairs. He grabbed some shorts and hurriedly rushed down the stairs to find Grabriel pushing stuff into his bags.
“Are you leaving already?” Jonathan asked, surprised. “Was hoping we could spend the day together.” He said, his voice begging for his son’s attention.
“I can’t. I managed to squeeze into an earlier flight. I still have to run by the pub and get Austin’s key.” He informed, not even acknowledging his father.
“Gabriel, please.” Jonathan begged.
“Jesus Christ, dude, stop being so needy!” Gabriel yelled with contempt.
Suddenly, the room went silent, an overwhelming dispassion taking over. Gabriel now faced his father, whose eyes gradually flared, a violent rage building inside them.
“Who the fuck are you?” Jonathan whispered, incredulous. “Where’s that sweet boy I raised?” He asked, his words struggling to hold themselves afloat.
“He’s dead.” Gabriel affirmed.
“No. He’s not.” Jonathan replied. “I can still feel him.” He argued as he started walking towards Gabriel. “I’ve held you…in my arms…since you were a fucking baby.” Jonathan conveyed. “I know my son. He’s still there.” He said, holding Gabriel’s face and smiling. But as he looked into his son’s eyes, his smile faded.
“What did you do with his suitcase?” Gabriel questioned.
“What?” Jonathan asked, stunned.
“Elliot’s suitcase. The one he left here that night…” Gabriel drilled, his eyes goring his father.
“I threw it out.” Jonathan claimed.
“LIAR!” Gabriel screamed, lunging over Jonathan, arms raised as he mindlessly punched him. He hit Jonathan’s face and chest several times before the stud finally restrained him, pushing the boy into his bed and shaking him, trying to pull him out of his haze.
“Gabriel, stop this! STOP! He’s gone…He’s fucking dead! And he’s not coming back!” Jonathan hollered with desperation, his arms fighting Gabriel’s wrath.
And then, the boy’s body stopped abruptly, his twitching and kicking finally ceasing, and his eyes slowly veering to face his father.
“And whose fault is that?” He questioned.
The cruelest words ever spoken.
Jonathan’s hands slowly released their grip on his son, and his body pulled away, his soul distraught and overwhelmed with disappointment. Gabriel remained there, lying on the bed, his mind unable to grasp the horrible nature of his remark. He had just wounded his father’s heart, the only person in the world who loved him more than he loved himself.
Jonathan scanned the room, seemingly trying to find something. Then, he rushed for one of the shelves full of Gabriel’s books and pulled a familiar one out. He turned around and threw the book at his son’s face.