Quillon's Covert by Joseph Lance Tonlet, Louis Stevens

nice.”
    Marty repeated the movement, building delicious friction. Each time he raised himself, he dragged his dick against Martin’s hairy abdomen, and every time he lowered himself, he felt his dad’s foreskin being dragged down the thick shaft it covered. The more he repeated the movement, the more his dad’s cock oozed precum and lubed his thighs.
    “Um, faster,” Martin breathed.
    “Kiss me.” Marty lifted himself up again and then pushed back down hard.
    Martin sealed their lips together. Pushing his tongue inside, he fucked Marty’s face with a searching kiss, roaming the crevices of Marty’s mouth as Marty increased the rhythm.
    They pulled apart as he felt his dad’s body tense, his own release creeping closer.
    “D?”
    “Yep, Right here, Buddy,” Martin panted.
    Marty spilled onto his dad’s chest, followed seconds later by Martin exploding between his thighs. Marty collapsed into the feeling of strong arms wrapping around him. Those arms conveyed desire, and security, and love. They lay like that, wrapped up in each other; no words needed, simply sharing the same private space and the same private moment.
    Marty thought back to his father’s question on the dock. No, he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that what they’d just shared was clean, and reaffirming, and positive. He’d never look at this as anything even remotely bad or wrong. There was nothing perverted about the trust, or the love, or their shared history. All of it was as pure as it could be.
    Eventually the need to adjust their positions found Marty’s back pushed into Martin’s chest, and they lay spooning on the carpet. Neither had bothered to clean up, the result of their lovemaking having long ago dried. Martin reached up, snagged a throw off the sofa, and pulled it over them.
    Marty had just experienced one of the most memorable events of his life, so when Martin, who had a strong arm wrapped around Marty’s chest, relaxed into the beginnings of sleep, Marty searched for some way to prolong the momentous moment. He was reminded that humor was one of the ways he and his dad always connected.
    “Dad?”
    “Hmm?”
    “Sometimes the reason I took so long in the bathroom? It’s ’cause I was digging through the laundry basket looking for your underwear—to steal them.”
    “Fucker,” he said sleepily. “And Mom blamed the cleaning service for helping themselves to my briefs.”
    Marty groaned. “Oh God. I swear, I never even thought about her noticing.”
    Martin’s lips pressed to the back of Marty’s neck in a smile. “Don’t worry, I inadvertently covered for both you and the innocent cleaning lady when I told your mother I’d probably left them at the gym. But, once again, you have the nerve to complain about Tony being into really weird stuff .”
    Marty laughed, “I promise, I couldn’t help myself.”
    Martin’s soft rumble against Marty’s back was exactly the addition he’d sought; the moment was complete. His dad’s lips formed another soft kiss, and then Marty was pulled back even tighter into his father’s strong chest. There had been few moments in his life that Marty could recall being completely at peace, he was sure this would always be one of them.

Chapter 6 – Finally
     
    Marty / 19
     
    “Leave it. Let it ring,” Marty’s rich voice demanded.
    “When did you become so bossy?”
    “Sometimes I really dislike that we have cell service up here now.”
    Eyeing his dad warily, Marty lathered oily lotion over his chest and abdomen in preparation for another day outdoors. “I've been looking forward to these two weeks all year. How many games have we missed due to work commitments in the past twelve months?”
    “I recall you canceling on me more than a few times too, kid.”
    They both glanced down to the coffee table at Martin’s ringing cell, and Marty wasn’t surprised the caller ID displayed Herr Krüger Ubel . “Besides, that dude is a freak.”
    “That dude is paying for your