It was crazy. It didn't make any sense. I couldn't remember another time I'd felt this way - not when Volkner came out to my Dad, not when he'd asked me to be his boyfriend, not anytime in my life could I remember this wierd mixture of shock, disbelief, and not wanting to believe.
Riley was insane. Was this a joke? It had to be - it had to be a joke to get me to come back home, but I couldn't figure out why.
If he even considered telling my Dad what he was thinking... I didn't know what would happen.
Of course I'd suspected Riley was gay, and a little obsessed with my Dad, but he'd also suspected I was gay, and it had almost been an unspoken game for us growing up. He was six years older than me, and it was always him and my Dad, teasing me together.
I remembered with a shock photos of me as a baby, and young Riley holding me up, spoon-feeding me, or tucking me in. He'd been there all along, when my mom wasn't. He was only six years old himself, but he had started to babysit me when I was a toddler.
No!! My Dad was my Dad - Riley was my best friend - no matter how we'd grown up, Riley was NOT a mother figure to me. I shuddered at the thought, and then I was at my old house.
The door was unlocked, and I stepped inside. "Dad?" I peered around the living room. It was unusually messy, especially considering that Riley HAD been spending lots of time there. I tiptoed across the room, peering down the hallway. I could hear voices.
"Riley?" I started down the hall, towards the stairs. I stepped on something.
Riley's hat. I picked it up, grimacing. Why was his hat on the floor? He never left it on the floor. I didn't want to think my Dad was a violent guy, but he had his moments of outrageous tempber...
I started up the stairs. I could hear movement, but the voices had stopped. I gulped. At least it HAD been two voices - my Dad hadn't murdered him. I stepped on something else.
Riley's necklace. Beyond that, his black shirt.
What the...?
Now I was certain my Dad had gone insane and I'd open his bedroom door to find Riley's mangled corpse splattered across the floor. My heart pounded so loud I was certain the entire city could hear it. My ears throbbed from it.
Then, suddenly, I heard my Dad grunt - and Riley's voice crying out in pain.
"No - STOP!!" I cried, rushing the last few steps and bursting through my Dad's bedroom door.
My breath was sucked out of me.
Riley wasn't dead or mangled, nor was he crying out in pain. He was completely naked, his body perched on top of my Dad's lap, who was also completely naked - except for his cape - and lying on his back.
And my Dad's cock was completely buried in Riley's little ass.
We looked at each other for a second, before I screamed, and screamed, and slammed the door shut, and ran screaming back down the stairs. I tripped on the last stair and fell onto my face, and opted to lie on the ground screaming and clawing at my eyes and rolling around on the floor.
"Roark - wait!!" It was Riley's voice, and I heard footsteps on the stairs.
"OH MY GOD!!" I screamed, refusing to turn around. "OH MY GOD - GO AWAY!"
"Roark, stop that and listen to me." It was my Dad. I could never refuse anything he said in his commanding voice, and I turned, peering from between my fingers. They stood behind me, both of them wrapped in my Dad's cloak. Riley waved and smiled at me.
"OH MY GOD!!" I screamed, and scrambled to get up and run, but my Dad's hand shot out and grabbed the back of my shirt. I gagged, flailing to escape.
"Roarky, it's wonderful! I told your Dad what I told you, and he felt the same way! We're in love," Riley said happily, and I turned to see him nuzzling into my Dad's hairy chin. I screamed.
"OH MY GOD LET ME GO LET ME GO!!" I cried, gagging as I tried to run while my Dad still had a grip on me.
"Roark, after I worked so hard to accept you and Volkner, this is how you treat me?" My Dad sounded so depressed. I didn't care.
"YOU'RE... LIKE... TWENTY YEARS OLDER THAN HIM, DAD!!" I screamed, then gagged again, another failed escape attempt.
"Only seventeen years!" Riley piped up.
Suddenly, Volkner was standing in front of me. I blinked at him.
"Volk?"
"You know, I'm a lot older than you are, Roark," he said thoughtfully. "Your Dad really did his best to accept us. You're being unreasonable."
"But... Volkner!! He's my Dad... and he's old... and hairy!! And... and he always wears the same SHIRT!" I cried. "How could Riley... how could he choose my Dad?!"
"Well," Volkner looked thoughtful. "Now that I think about it, your Dad is a very handsome man."
"Volk?!" My mouth fell open in disbelief. Volkner looked behind me, and winked at my Father.
"Do you have any room for one more skinny guy in that cape, Byron?"
"By all means," my Dad replied, bowing deeply. He dropped me and I sank to my knees, staring, in complete shock.
"Volkner - what the hell are you-"
"Sorry Roark - your arms have NOTHING on these babies," Volkner cooed, sliding up next to my Dad and putting his girly hands on my Dad's arms, squeezing them. "Wow," he said simply.
"That feels good," my Dad growled, grinning. Volkner squealed and clung tightly to his arm as my Dad lifted him up into the air, swinging him close. Riley swatted a little at Volkner's face.
"Hey - I found Byron first!"
"Can't we share?"
"I guess so."
They each placed a kiss on my Dad's hairy cheeks.
"OH MY GOD!!" I screamed again, then screamed some more, turning and running towards the door. But it was closed, and I slammed into it head on.
My eyes snapped open. "AAAAAAAARRGHH!! AAAARGH!! AAAARGH!" I flailed in a tangle of blankets, fell out of bed and smacked my head on the floor. "Ooooooowwch..." I rubbed the part of my skull I'd smacked. Volkner's worried face suddenly appeared over the side of the bed.
"Roark?! What's wrong?"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!" I screamed when I saw Volkner's face, the image of him kissing my Dad's cheek fresh in my memory. I scrambled into the corner, curling up in a fetal position. "No, no, no... do not want... do not want... do not want it... do not want it!!"
A girly hand slid past my bangs, gently cupping my cheek. I looked up at Volkner's face, and now I realized I was teary eyed. He smiled a little, then leaned in to give me a gentle kiss on the lips.
I snapped out of it.
"Volkner," I wailed, slumping forward into his lap. He stroked my hair, and finally I stopped shaking and whimpering as badly as I had been. I whined and stuffed my nose into Volkner's tummy. "Volk... oh, my god... Volk, how could Riley do this... how could he do this... how could he pick my Dad, how, how, how..."
"Well." Volkner sighed. "I admit I'm... surprised, but... sometimes, you don't choose who you fall in love with, I guess? I don't know... Byron... must have some very gentle side to him, some attractive side that we haven't really-"
"Volkner, please don't say my Dad is attractive, please, and please don't ask me why I don't want you to say that."
"Okay, well, maybe there's just some part of him that Riley really likes. He obviously has spent a lot of time with Byron and... well, I'm sure he didn't CHOOSE for this to happen. You saw how upset he was."
"But why? Why would he do this to me... why?" I sniffled against Volkner's abdomen, then turned to look up at him with huge, watery eyes.
"I honestly don't think he's doing this TO YOU. I think he's doing this to himself... and I don't think it's about you." Volkner smiled, stroking my hair back again. "I'm actually surprised Riley didn't fall in love with YOU."
I shook my head, not wanting to admit that the same thing had made me confused as well. "He must just... well, he's even more of a pretty boy than I am, I mean, next to him I'm a manly man."
"Yeah... Roark, you need to get some sleep, and we can think about this more tomorrow, and give Riley another call once you've calmed down. Okay?" Volkner stood up, helping me to stand as well, and I clung to him the few steps back to the bed before flopping down onto it and sinking into the pillows. I felt Volkner scooch next to me, and then his lovely arm was wrapped around my chest.
I sniffled, hugging it tightly, relishing in the feeling of his body curled up against my back. "Volk," I mumbled.
"Mm?"
"If I start to have a dream... pinch me, or kick me in the balls, anything, just wake me up."
After a pause, I heard a little chuckle.
"Sure...whatever. Goodnight."
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