Quillon's Covert by Joseph Lance Tonlet, Louis Stevens Page A

college education,” his father scowled. “And I raised you better than to talk about people like that, Martin Junior.”
    Herr Krüger Ubel was the German software mogul who’d granted Quillon Designs several lucrative contracts, and it wasn’t like Marty wasn’t grateful for the business. He’d begun learning the ins and outs of his father’s company last summer after he and Martin talked again about what Marty wanted to do after college. He’d known for years he wanted to work with his dad, but Martin insisted Marty hold off on any decision regarding his future at Quillon Designs and, instead, focus on his education. Last year, here at the cabin, out on the dock, the discussion had finally been laid to rest when he told Martin, I’m working for Quillon. So unless you’re not gonna hire me, I’d like to put this topic to bed . Although the joy in Martin’s eyes at Marty’s decision couldn’t be missed, his dad had called him a mouthy brat and then tossed his ass into the lake.
    Marty sighed. “I know you raised me better. But the way he looks at me sometimes…it just gives me the creeps.”
    “He’s not creepy, Marty. He’s just…German.”
    “You do realize how ridiculous that sounds, right?” Marty laughed. “Anyway, can’t we at least try to leave the outside world outside? Unplug. Like we use to?”
    “I’ll unplug if you will.”
    Marty’s fingers automatically roamed to his naked thigh as muscle memory led him to search for his phone. Only he was buck-naked. His eyes fell to the oak coffee table, but Martin picked up his cell before he had the chance.
    Martin smirked. “You game? It’s not as easy when you’re on the receiving end, is it?”
    “And how would you know what it feels like to be on the receiving end?” Marty quipped. He grinned as a bit of the color drained from his dad’s cheeks. Martin lowered his arm instinctively to cover his chest and protect his personal space. It cracked Marty up, seeing his powerful, macho dad tense at the thought of having a dick in his ass.
    “Relax, stud, I don’t wanna top you.”
    Martin furrowed his brows. “Why the hell not?” He craned his neck to stare down at his butt. The action forced Martin to make a 180 degree turn where he ended up with his back to Marty. “What’s wrong with my ass?”
    “You’ve got a fine butt, Dad.” Marty admired the furred, brawny ass. “Better than fine. I just like to receive.”
    Martin turned back around. “You do? Have you ever?”
    “No, you know I’m a virgin, Dad.” And, unless everyone else was lying, he was the only nineteen-year-old virgin he knew.
    “I know no such thing. I knew you were a virgin last year, but…”
    He saw that look in his father’s eye and his heart sped up. When it came to sex, Martin was just like him; they both could go from casual conversation to instantly horned-up in a matter of seconds. His dad dropped Marty’s phone on the table next to his own and stepped closer. Marty shivered as his father’s calloused fingers slowly drew up his tense thigh. When they finally came to a stop, lightly gripping Marty’s thickening cock, he exhaled a shuddered breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. The rough palm pressed against his dick, pulled upward in a gentle milking motion, and then abandoned it. Before he could protest, Martin had brought a finger to Marty’s lips and gently prodded them apart. The fat digit quickly swept across his tongue, before he felt the slick finger smooth over his swollen cockhead.
    “D?”
    His father’s lips were so close that Marty could swear he felt stubble brush across his lips with Martin’s enticing, whispered reply. “Yep, right here, Buddy.”
    Martin’s other hand circled behind. His fingers landed at the top of Marty’s crack as he pulled their bodies together. Then the thick fingers trailed down his crack, using the sunscreen Marty had just finished smearing all over his body as lube, while slowly pushing his