Needless to say, Jared found himself spending a lot of time bonding with Trevor over the next few weeks. In fact, if he wasn’t at work, then Jared was pretty much guaranteed to be in his son’s basement. If trevor was home, then both of them would be watching porn together, and Trevor would be helping his father explore this new side of his sexuality–in particular, Jared had discovered just how…wonderful it felt to be fucked, and now he wanted something in his hole all the fucking time. More than once now, he worn a butt plug all day at work–it hadn’t made it easy to get anything done, because he’d had to keep dashing off to the bathroom to jack off, but fuck, it had felt so damn good, being full like that all day long. He couldn’t wait to get home and tell Trevor all about it, while his son plowed his hole with his big cock.
The nights when Jared got home and his son wasn’t there were a bit harder. Without anyone around to fuck him right away, he had to go downstairs and play with himself for a few hours, until Trevor got done with his closing shift. Usually, this meant watching porn, fucking himself with a dildo, and sniffing and sucking on the various cumrags his son kept, usually looking for ones that were still a bit fresh and moist, left out for him specifically. This was fun and everything, but it was during these solo sessions, without his son there talking to him and encouraging him, that he would feel, at first, a bit silly. Then, more doubt would creep in, and he’d start to wonder what, exactly, he thought he was doing. Didn’t he find this disgusting? Shouldn’t he be ashamed of himself? The worst part though, was that even when these thoughts were at their strongest, he couldn’t stop himself, and he couldn’t turn them off. He felt…trapped between two versions of himself, and he didn’t know which one he…should be. Because he didn’t really want to go back to hating his son, but he couldn’t keep going like this, could he? Eventually his son would arrive home and find him bouncing on a dildo, jacking his cock, watching porn but eyes deep in thought, and after they talked for a bit the thoughts would evaporate, he’d sit on his son’s big cock, and he’d feel much better.
It felt good to talk to his son again. Well, it felt good to listen, really. His son just had so much to say, and he’d had no idea! He…He didn’t quite remember it all at the end of their bonding sessions, but he been listening intently the whole time, he swore. It was just that damn ring of his–it was so…enthralling. Jared found it really hard to even focus on the porno playing when he could be looking at the ring instead.
Work, for him, increasingly felt like torture. All he really wanted was to be back home, bonding with his son, but no–he had to be here, in this office, in this suit, working with spreadsheets and writing emails, and…and he hated it. He’d never hated it this much before, but now that he had something he enjoyed so much more, every moment that dragged him away was painful. It apparently started showing in his work, because his boss, Carter, called him in for a chat towards the end of the month to have a conversation about the quality of his work. Jared made the appropriate promises that he’d do better.
“You know, I’ve noticed–and some other people have mentioned this as well—that you seem kind of…tense lately. Easily frustrated. That just doesn’t seem like you, Jared. Is everything alright at home? I know you and Trevor were having difficulties adjusting.”
“No! No, Trevor is, like, the least of my worries,” Jared said, with the first genuine smile Carter had seen on his face in weeks, “No, we’re doing really good. We had a big talk, and actually, we’ve been…really bonding a lot lately…” He stopped himself from saying any more, figuring it probably wouldn’t be appropriate to mention to his boss how much he loved getting plowed by his son more than being at the office. “I’ve just been…I don’t know…I think I’m just running on empty at the moment.”
“Well maybe you should think about taking a vacation. You have lots of time saved up, and the office can handle being understaffed for the next few weeks.”
“I…I don’t know if that’s necessary.”
“Well, think about it. And hey, are you still on for poker night next week? Maurice is hosting over at his place. You didn’t show up last time.”
Last time, Jared hadn’t even thought about it, because he’d been too busy licking his son’s body clean after a long day at work.
“You can even bring your son along, if you’d like, he might enjoy it. Maybe getting out of the house a bit would be good for him, you know.”
“I…I don’t think poker would really interest him.”
Carter shrugged, “Well think about it. I hope you can come though.”
“I probably won’t make it, but we’ll see.”
“Too bad. Think about that vacation offer too. It looks like you could really use one.”
“I will.”
Jared got back to work and managed to keep his nose to the desk until the end of the day, embarrassed that everyone had noticed his obvious displeasure at being here right now. But he didn’t want to have to take a vacation–if anything, few weeks uninterrupted with Trevor would only make things worse. Still, he ended up discussing both issues with Trevor when he got home, and at work the next day he went into Carter’s office and told him the news–not only that he’d be happy to take a vacation–preferably a month, if possible–he’d also checked with his son, and they’d both love to go to that poker night. Carter was happy to hear both pieces of news. A month was a bit long, but Jared did have enough time banked up and the guy looked like he needed it. They worked it out on the schedule, so it would start after the following week, giving Jared a chance to wrap up whatever projects he was involved in. It ended up that his last day of work before the vacation was also poker night–that next Friday. Jared told him, and his son, couldn’t wait, and got back to work.
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