Falling For Daddy Ch 05

Note: this story contains scenes of father-son incest.

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They didn't speak a word the whole drive home. Oliver sat there in silence as his dad kept his hands gripped on the wheel, staring out at the road. He wanted to break the silence, to apologize, to say anything at all not to feel this way. By the time they got home and walked through the door, the cold and empty house felt like a prison.

"I'm gonna go to bed," said Noah. He started up the stairs when Oliver grabbed his arm.

"Wait."

The look of pain in his dad's eyes made Oliver start to cry. "I'm sorry, Dad." Oliver said, his face contorting as tears streamed out. "This is all my fault. If I'd just waited until we were home, if I hadn't been so selfish-"

"Ollie..."

"- he would never have caught us. You warned me about him and I didn't listen. And now I've ruined everything. I'm so sorry daddy."

Oliver grabbed his father, holding him as he sobbed against his chest.

Noah wrapped his arms around his son, rubbing his back softly.

"Baby, it's not your fault. It's mine."

Oliver looked up at his dad in shock.

"I should never have put this on you in the first place. I should have known better. I wasn't thinking, I was blinded by my feelings for you..."

Noah had tears in his eyes. His voice grew husky as he said, "You told me that I should have just kept my feelings to myself. If I had done that, if I had just kept it to myself, like you wanted, you wouldn't be in this mess. You would have your whole future ahead of you. You'd be able to find someone, a man you can actually make a family with."

Oliver shook his head incredulously. "I don't want some man, dad, I want you. I'm glad you told me how you felt. You were right, you were right about everything. I love you. And I wanna be with you."

He kissed his dad. Noah kissed him back for a moment, then pushed him away.

Oliver grabbed his face, looking in his eyes. "We can get past this, we'll find a way to pay him off, I'll... I'll defer going to college for a year-"

"Oliver-"

"-two years, forever. I don't care. Whatever it takes!"

"You are not giving up on college. I'm not gonna let that happen." Noah took Oliver's hands away from his face. "I am going to fix this. You don't have to worry about anything. You're going to go to college and you're going to live your life and leave me behind to clean up the mess I created."

Oliver looked up at his dad, his face trembling. "But what about us?"

"I can't do this anymore, Oliver. I won't put you at risk."

Oliver was in shock. "What are you saying?"

"I'm sorry, Ollie... but we're done."

"You don't mean that."

Noah stared at him, his eyes red. "Yes I do."

He walked up the stairs and into his bedroom as Oliver stared after him in disbelief.

"Daddy!" Oliver called after him as he shut the door behind him.

He stood there in shock, looking around the room, unable to reconcile what had happened. Everything felt like it was spinning. He could feel his heart beating rapidly in his chest, hear it pounding in his ears. How could this have happened? How did they get here?

He walked numbly up the stairs towards his room and shut the door behind him. As he began to get undressed, he felt the full weight of what had happened that night wash over him. He sank to his knees, crying. He sat there on the ground and sobbed. He so desperately wanted to go over to his father's room, throw himself into his arms, and beg him to hold him. Part of him hoped that maybe his father would even hear his crying and come to comfort him.

But it was wishful thinking. After a few minutes, Oliver collected himself, got to his knees, and finished disrobing. He got underneath the covers, pulling a pillow to his chest to have something to hold onto. He'd never felt so alone in his life. Even when his mother died, he knew he still had his father there to comfort him. But not anymore.

Oliver cried himself to sleep, desperately hoping that there was some way back from this.

Like every morning after a good cry, Oliver awoke feeling slightly better about his situation. He knew they were still in the same awful predicament as before, but he was determined to find a way through it — together. He didn't care what his father said. He wasn't going to give up that easily.

He walked downstairs to find his father gone, with a note on the kitchen counter that read:

"

Ollie. I've gone to run a few errands. I'll be back later today. Dad.

"

Oliver sank down on the chair. What could he do? There had to be something. Sure, he didn't exactly have access to 100 grand. Hell, he barely had a couple hundred bucks in his bank account. He'd never even had a job before. He suddenly realized how powerless he truly was.

"Fuck that," he thought.

He picked up his phone and began to dial.

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"Well, you've got excellent credit. I think we can definitely come up with some pretty decent interest rates."

Noah sat in one of those uncomfortable lounge chairs they seemed to have at every bank, nodding at the teller.

"And you can do it for the full $100,000?" he asked.

"Well, we only offer up to $40,000 for personal loans. But if you're looking for a mortgage, then I can get you higher."

"I need it in cash. By Friday."

The bank teller frowned.

"That might be a problem. It's three business days to get approved, then at least another three before you have access to the funds."

Noah sighed in frustration. "Is there anywhere that I can get the funds quicker?"

"You can try an online lender. But they're not going to give you the kind of interest rates that we'll be able to provide."

Noah put his head in his hands. "Okay, what if... what if I took money out of my retirement fund? I know I'd take a hit with taxes, but would I be able to get at least 20 grand?"

The bank teller nodded. "Yes, that would be possible... although you would also have to pay a 10% early withdrawal fee. You're going to be taking quite a hit. May I ask what the money is for?"

"Does it matter?"

"Well, no. But there are easier ways to get money if you're willing to wait. What's the rush?"

Noah stared at him resolutely. "When will I have access to the funds?"

"I can put the transfer in now, but it won't be processed until Monday. You should have the funds by about 2 business days from then."

Noah nodded. "Good. Then we're done."

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"Thanks for coming," said Oliver.

"Of course, bro. You know I'm here for you," said Manny.

They sat at a table at Toast drinking milkshakes. Well, Oliver was drinking a milkshake. Manny had brought his own protein shake from home, saying something that went over Oliver's head about being in a bulking phase.

"I was wondering if your dad was hiring?" asked Oliver.

Manny furrowed his brow. "He's a mechanic, man. Do you know anything about cars?"

"I'm a quick learner. Or I could just help out in the office or something. Part-time, whatever's available."

"Why do you wanna work at the auto shop?" asked Manny.

"I need money," said Oliver.

"Is it for college? I thought you had a scholarship to help with that."

"I do. It's not for college, it's... for something else."

Manny raised an eyebrow. "Okay..."

Oliver stared at him nervously, trying to work up his courage.

"Are you gonna tell me what it is, or are you just gonna keep talking around what's going on?"

Oliver sighed. "Manny, I have to tell you something, but I need you to promise that this stays between us."

"Of course bro. You know you're my boy."

"My dad and I... well... I guess there's no other way of saying this. We're together."

Manny stared at him blankly.

"Like,

together

together."

Manny's eyes widened. "Like, fucking?" he asked.

Oliver nodded. "I mean, yeah, that's one way of putting it."

Manny sat back in his seat, running his fingers through his hair. "Fuck, man. That's wild."

"I've been wanting to tell you all week," said Oliver. "But I could never find the right time. After what happened with us in the showers... it made me realize how I felt about my dad."

Manny stared at him with a look that Oliver couldn't quite read.

"I mean, the shower was really fun," Oliver said quickly. "I think I'm just-"

"You're in love with your dad."

"Yeah."

Manny took a deep breath. "Wow, man. This is a lot to drop on me over milkshakes."

Oliver's face turned red. He looked down.

"But hey. I'm happy for you."

Oliver looked up at him. Manny was giving him a half-smile.

"I mean, it sucks that I won't get to tap that ass, but..." he said, grinning. "You're my friend. It's your life, you know? If you're happy, then that's all that matters."

Oliver smiled. "Thank you," he said quietly. "It means a lot to hear you say that."

Suddenly Manny furrowed his eyebrows. "Wait a second. What does this have to do with you needing money?"

Oliver groaned. "Because my uncle found out about me and my dad and now he's blackmailing us for 100 grand."

"Jesus!"

"We don't have that kind of money, but I was hoping that I could save up some and help my dad. You know, actually do something instead of just sitting on my ass."

"Oh shit," said Manny. "I can't believe your uncle's blackmailing you. What a dick."

Oliver shook his head. "I don't understand it. It's like, he was always so good to me growing up. I remember he used to come into town and we'd go to the movies or go-karting, just the two of us. He just seemed so cool and.. I really thought that he was my friend, you know?"

Oliver looked away sadly. "But now it's like I don't even know him at all."

Manny put his hand on Oliver's shoulder and rubbed it.

"I'm sorry, man," he said. "I'll talk to my dad and see if he can find something for you at the shop."

"Thanks," said Oliver. He put his head in his hands. "I just feel so stupid. Like, I didn't even know Uncle Tony was in prison for the last year."

Manny gave him a strange look. "What?"

"Yeah, apparently he spent a year in prison for beating up some gay guy. He just got out like a month ago."

Manny stared at him, his mouth slightly open.

"What?"

"Your Uncle Tony... is he like kinda scrawny, wavy red hair, mid 30's?"

Oliver's eyes widened. "Yeah... how did you know that?"

Manny put his fist to his mouth, laughing. "Dude... holy shit. I think I might have fucked your uncle!"

Oliver's jaw dropped. "What the fuck?"

Manny pounded the table, unable to control his laughter. "I'm telling you, last Saturday I fucked this guy named Tony who told me he'd just gotten out of prison. I thought he was joking, but apparently not. Show me a pic of him," he said, gesturing to Oliver's phone.

Oliver pulled out his phone. He found a picture of his uncle from a few years ago and showed it to Manny.

"Holy shit dude, yes, that's him! Oh my God, I can't believe I fucked your uncle."

"I can't believe my uncle's gay!" said Oliver, his eyes wide. "I don't understand, my dad said he was a homophobe... why would he have fucked you?"

"Oh he didn't fuck me, dude. I fucked him."

Oliver rolled his eyes. "Okay, that's not something I needed to know."

"I see what you mean though, bro. Like, I don't mean to talk shit about your uncle, but I could tell he's got issues. Don't get me wrong, he was a great fuck, but he had bad news written all over him. I'm not surprised he's a self-hating gay. I guess it's a good thing I never texted him."

Oliver's eyes widened. A plan was beginning to shape in his mind. "He gave you his number?"

Manny nodded. "Yeah. I was thinking about, you know, maybe going at it again. He was fun. But if he's as bad as you say he is, it's probably a good thing I dodged that bullet."

He chugged the rest of his protein shake. Oliver grabbed his hand. "Would you fuck him again?" he asked desperately.

Manny raised an eyebrow. "You want me to fuck your uncle?"

"Not necessarily. But I do need your help."

Manny shrugged. "I mean, yeah, I'd fuck him again. He's definitely my type. You know, the way he pretends to be all bad boy but you know he's a total sub underneath it all. Plus you know I got a thing for the scrawny guys."

Oliver grimaced. "Ew. That's my uncle."

"Dude, you're fucking your dad," said Manny.

Oliver rolled his eyes. "Yeah, but at least my dad's hot."

Manny raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, point taken. But seriously, I need your help. I think I may have found a way to get out of this mess, but I can't do it without you."

Manny smiled. "Of course, bro. Just tell me what to do."

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Oliver got home to find his father waiting for him in the kitchen.

"Daddy!" he said, rushing into his father's arms.

Noah held his son for a moment, then let go of him, gently pushing him away.

"It's done, Ollie. You don't have to worry about your uncle anymore. I've got it taken care of."

Oliver grabbed his father's hands, looking up at him in excitement.

"Daddy, listen to me. You don't have to pay him. I've found us a way out of this!"

Noah frowned. "What are you talking about?

"Well, you kinda gave me the idea for it, actually," said Oliver, smiling. "You kept telling me how homophobic Uncle Tony was. Well, I finally found out the reason why. He's gay!"

Noah stared at him in confusion. "What?"

Oliver nodded. "Yeah! My friend Manny fucked him."

Noah's eyes nearly popped out of his head. "WHAT?"

"I know!" Oliver giggled. "So I figured, if he's trying to blackmail us, why don't we do the same right back to him?"

Noah rubbed his eyes. "Ollie, I don't know... this doesn't feel right."

"Dad, we don't have any other choice. We can't live like this, constantly under Uncle Tony's thumb. Do you really think he's gonna go away after you give him the money?"

Noah sighed. "No. I don't."

"Then this is the only way. Please, let me do this. Then we can be together."

Noah shook his head sadly. "We can't be together, Ollie."

Oliver blinked. "What are you talking about? I'm giving us the perfect out!"

"Someone else is bound to find out eventually. The wrong person. And then it'll all come crashing down again, and I won't be able to protect you-"

"I don't need you to protect me," said Oliver angrily. "I need you to love me."

"I do love you, Ollie. That's why I'm doing this. You're gonna be fine, you're gonna find someone who will take care of you the way you deserve."

"Stop being a stubborn old man," said Oliver. He grabbed his father's hands and squeezed them, staring him in the eyes. "Like it or not, you opened up something in me that I can't close. I couldn't put my feelings for you away if I tried. So no, we are not going to end this. We are going to get through this."

Oliver hugged him tightly. Noah's eyes began to tear up. He wanted so desperately to listen to his son, to allow himself to hope that they could be together. Still, he was so angry with himself for putting Oliver in danger. He needed to stay strong.

But Oliver felt so good in his arms. Noah could feel his son breathing against his chest, feel the softness of his hair against his neck. Oliver lifted his head and kissed his father gently on the neck.

"I love you, daddy," he said softly. "I know you love me too."

Noah could feel himself getting hard. He needed to shut this down, he needed to push his son away and lock himself in his room all day if that's what it took to control himself. He had a plan, he was going to get the money to pay off his brother-in-law...

Oliver kissed his way up his dad's neck, across his jawline and towards his lips. Noah opened his mouth slightly to speak, but Oliver pressed his lips against his and stifled whatever he'd been about to say. Instead of pushing him away, Noah found himself grabbing his son by the waist and pulling his smaller frame tight against himself.

"Oh Ollie..." he said before kissing him back deeply.

Noah opened his mouth to receive his son's insistent tongue. Oliver kissed his father tenderly, wrapping his arms around his father's neck as he gave into his passionate embrace.

Any resistance Noah had to his son was now gone. He wanted his son, and he wanted him now. He picked Oliver up and hoisted him up onto the kitchen counter, grabbing his pants as he began quickly unbuckling them. Oliver helped his father shimmy off his pants and briefs, releasing his erection. Noah took Oliver's dick into his mouth, enveloping it with his warm tongue as Oliver put his hand on his head and moaned.

He bobbed up and down on his son's penis, tasting the warm flesh of Oliver's precum as it leaked out into his mouth. Nothing in the world tasted so good as his son's penis did in that moment. His own cock was about to bust out of his pants, but all he cared about in that moment was giving his son as much pleasure as humanly possible. He reached down and fondled Oliver's balls, rolling them around in his hand as he continued to fellate his son.

Oliver leaned back, his fingers running through his father's as he gave in to the pleasure. His dad had eaten his ass several times that week, but this feeling was entirely new. Oliver had never had a blowjob before, and the feeling of his father's mouth on his cock was a thousand times better than the feeling of his own hand.

After a few minutes of unbelievable pleasure, however, OIiver felt a growing need within him to be filled. He lifted his dad's head off of his cock and to his mouth, then kissed him on the lips.

"I need you, daddy," he said breathlessly.

He hopped off the counter and turned around. He leaned against the kitchen counter, sticking his naked butt out at his clothed father. Noah was helpless at the sight of his son's bare ass. He unzipped his pants and quickly pulled his dick out of his boxers. He lined it up against Oliver's hole, rubbing his leaking cock against his son's throbbing asshole.

Oliver let out a high pitched moan as his father slid inside him. Noah wrapped his arms around Oliver's torso, holding him close to his chest as his dick made its way further inside him.

"Oh, baby," he moaned as he felt his cock bottom out inside his son.

They kissed again as Noah began to slowly thrust in and out. Oliver's hole reacted instantly, expanding and contracting to allow Noah's cock to slide in and out seamlessly. A week of anal sex and Oliver was already a natural. The feeling of his dad's cock on his anal walls would never get old to Oliver, as he found his body racked with waves of pleasure.

Noah grabbed onto his son's shoulders, gripping him tightly as he bucked his hips deep inside his son. Oliver's asshole was so tight around his cock that he never wanted to stop. He knew that as much as he'd been trying to protect his son, he was completely powerless over his desire. His love for Oliver was so overwhelming that all his son needed to do was look at him for Noah to want to bend him over and be balls deep inside him.

Oliver leaned over onto the kitchen counter, bracing himself against it as he felt his father pound him from behind. He would never understand how such a thick cock could fit in his small hole, but the feelings that came from their union meant that he didn't care. Oliver didn't need to know why his father fucking him felt so good — it simply did.

As he felt his father thrusting wildly into him from behind, Oliver was reminded of how similar it felt to their first time in the science lab. Indeed, his passionate desire for his father was as strong now as it had been then, and he wanted nothing more than for his father to fill him with his seed just like he had that very first time.

"Oh... OH, FUCK, baby," said his dad as he continued to thrust again and again.

Oliver leaned back and kissed his dad, sticking his tongue in his mouth as he felt his father's thrusts grow weaker.