Chapter 49
I handed over the lube, and Tyler sat back on his knees, poured some of the substance on his fingers, and rubbed some over my hole before pushing his middle finger inside. He’d been the only man to fuck me, ever. I was fine with that.
He stretched me for a few minutes, until I was pushing back against him. Tyler pulled out and used the rest of the lube to slick his cock. He got into position at my hole, and looked up at me. “Ready?”
I nodded, bent my knees and he pushed in. The burn was always so good. I loved the feel of his turgid flesh as he stretched me until he was all the way in. “You feel so amazing, lover,” Tyler said, once he was fully seated. His hands were on the bed beside my head, and he leaned close to watch the emotions crossing my face.
“You feel good to me, too, baby.” I grabbed his ass, and felt the muscles as he held himself still, waiting for me to give the go ahead. I squeezed his dick with my rectal walls, and he pulled out slowly. I moved my hands up to his shoulders. “Fuck me, boy. Show me how much you love me,” I ordered.
“Yes, sir,” he said, and plunged back in hard and fast, making us both yell in unison at the sensations we created together. We worked it, our poor mattress taking a beating, not to mention the bed frame as Tyler pounded the shit out of me, and I gave him as good as I got.
He made my prostate sing, and soon I did, too, keening high on a wave of release that was spectacular.
“Oh fuck. Felix! Jesus Christ!” he said as he let go in my ass, the warm liquid claiming me as his own, for always.
Tyler collapsed on my chest, completely spent, and I wrapped my body around his, at peace and totally content.
“Love you, boy.”
“Love you, Felix.”
A few seconds past, and then Tyler said, “We should clean up, then go for a run in the woods.”
“Okay.”
In short order, we’d showered and headed out the door, hand in hand, leaving our clothes behind on the porch to enjoy some time together as the mated beasts we were. We spent hours chasing each other, hunting game and rolling around in the fallen leaves. Eventually, Tyler and I curled around each other and napped.
When we returned to the house, the sun was peeking out over the horizon. When I got to the top of the porch, before we could get dressed, I saw two white kittens wrapped around each other sleeping. Tyler and I dressed quickly, then he picked up one kitten, and I the other.
“Oh my goodness, aren’t they precious?” he cooed, as he nuzzled the cat’s fur.
“Yes, they are, but how the hell did they get here?” I wondered aloud. Then, all of a sudden, the kittens seemed to shimmer, and then, two toddlers appeared, one in Tyler’s arms, the other in mine. They were both boys, twins in fact, that looked to be around three years old.
Two sets of big gray eyes looked up at Tyler and me. Together, the boys said, “Daddy?”
Tyler and I exchanged glances and burst out laughing. “Figures,” we said at the same time.
“Well, little man,” Tyler said, “I guess you’re a long way from home, huh.” The boy nodded, as did his brother. Tyler brushed his wild brown hair away from his face. “You hungry, boys?” They both nodded again.
“Okay,” Tyler said, and handed the other kid to me. “Let me fix us all some breakfast, and we need to find you some clothes, okay?”
Both boys closed their eyes at the same time and fell asleep. I followed Tyler into our home.
I placed the boys gently on the couch, and went to the bedroom to find two of my old T-shirts from when I was a boy. I brought them back and dressed them. They kept on sleeping. I stood over the boys, watching them breathe.
“Beautiful, aren’t they?” Tyler said from behind me.
“Yeah.”
“Can we keep them?” he asked.
“We’re taking in strays now?” I said looking at him over my shoulder, eyebrows raised.
“Youtook me in. Uncle Ben took youin. It’s time we did our part.” He stared at me with the look.
I sighed. When Tyler used that particular tone and stared at me a certain way, I knew that meant he’d get whatever he wanted. I was such a sucker.
“Fine. But you get to do the potty training,” I replied, pointing to the growing wet spot on our couch. “And laundry duty.”
“Deal.” He kissed me on the cheek and headed to the kitchen to make breakfast.
“And shopping, and homeschooling, and games, and teaching them about shifting and controlling it.”
“Of course, babe.” Tyler sounded like he was humoring me now. He would pay for that later.
As I followed in Tyler’s wake, I thought to myself that Uncle Ben must be laughing at the two of us, wherever he was. I guess he had the last laugh, after all.