the MATING of two dads

[Jason_Prk]

Prologue


The kitchen was dim, touched only by the golden spill of sunlight through the windows. The rest of the house was quiet. No kids. No interruptions. Just the hum of the fridge and the thick silence of desire.


They were wrapped around each other on the old wooden table — two hairy, built men locked in heat, kissing hard, their bodies slick with sweat. Around them, the kitchen was a mess — plates shoved aside, food spilled and crushed underfoot, like their hunger had knocked the world out of balance.


Nathan held Parker close as he thrust deep into him, slow and powerful. Nathan’s thick, uncut cock — a solid nine inches — slid fully inside Parker’s bare, hairy hole, each steady push met with a soft, breathless moan. Parker’s legs were wrapped tight around Nathan’s waist, arms hooked around his neck, pulling him closer, keeping him inside.


Their hairy chests pressed together, lips crashing again and again, tongues hungry. They were all over each other — rough, needing, like nothing else mattered but this.


They didn’t speak.


They didn’t need to.


This was how bears made love when their species was on the brink of extinction — primal, desperate, beautiful.


Nathan’s body was broad and heavy with mature muscle, a solid 6’2”, thick through the chest and arms, dusted in salt-and-pepper hair that ran down his torso in a trail of curls. Parker was no less built — slightly shorter, stocky like an ex-athlete, his own chest heaving, covered in sweat-slicked curls. His thighs were strong and wide, locked around Nathan’s waist, drawing him deeper.


And his ass — thick, round, covered in soft, natural hair — was Nathan’s favorite place in the world. Untouched, unshaved, just the way Nathan liked it.


Nathan had come home early from his trip, surprising his husband in the middle of the day. Now, they were on the kitchen table, bodies grinding, mouths searching, mating with the intensity of men who knew how rare this kind of love was.


Their sons, Jason and Nick — both seven and already best friends — were at school. The house was still. The quiet was theirs. And Nathan filled it with Parker — with love, with heat, with everything he had.


Ten months ago, Nathan — a 42-year-old accountant, newly divorced, broken but trying — had moved to this town with nothing but his son and a hope for peace.


Parker, 36, a junior school football coach, had been a single dad for a year already, still carrying the weight of everything that had ended.


Neither of them had ever been with a man before.


Neither of them thought they would be.


But what grew between them wasn’t confusion, or lust, or recklessness.


It was love — real, quiet, powerful love — that found them when they’d stopped searching.


And now, here they were.


Two men. Two fathers. Wrapped around each other like roots around the same tree — fucking like animals, kissing like soulmates, loving like it was the only thing keeping them alive.

 

[Jason_Prk]

Chapter One​

New Start


The morning sun filtered softly through the windshield as Nathan Cole guided his car through the quiet streets of the small town. It was only his second full day here — a sleepy Monday morning after a chaotic weekend of half-unpacked boxes, missing socks, and one too many trips to the hardware store.


He glanced in the rearview mirror. His son, Jason, sat in the backseat, small hands in his lap, backpack hugged close to his chest. He looked out the window, quiet as always, his face unreadable.


Nathan sighed gently, more to himself than anything. Jason had always been a quiet kid — thoughtful, sensitive, careful with his words. But since the divorce, his shell had only grown thicker. The laughter had dimmed, the playfulness gone. That haunted Nathan more than anything.


It was one of the reasons he'd accepted the transfer. A smaller town, a slower life, a place where Jason could start over. Where they both could.


Nathan shifted in his seat. His large frame filled the driver’s side easily. Built heavy from years of gym routines and little patience for junk food, he was tall, broad-shouldered, with a chest and arms that stretched the sleeves of his plain white polo. A dusting of chest hair peeked above the collar. He wore dark blue slacks, fitted snug around his thighs, and simple black sneakers — clean, pressed, just like he always was. On the outside, he looked collected. On the inside, he was anxious.


“I’ll walk you in,” he said gently.


Jason only nodded.


The school wasn’t far, and Nathan found a parking spot near the entrance. He walked his son to his classroom — bright walls, too many name tags — and waited by the door until the teacher greeted him and Jason disappeared inside.


He stood there a moment longer than he should have, eyes still on the closed door, heart caught in that awkward space between love and helplessness.


Later that morning, Nathan arrived at his new office — a modest building in the center of town. He worked as a senior accountant for a regional logistics company. The work was predictable, spreadsheets and numbers, exactly the kind of focus he needed. But his mind kept drifting — not to ledgers, but to Jason.


He told himself not to worry.


But he left the office at 4:30 anyway.


By 4:50, he was back at the school. The air was warmer now, and the schoolyard was alive with movement. He parked, got out, and wandered toward the small bench outside the front gate.


And there, just beyond the bars, he saw him.


Jason.


Laughing.


Sitting on the ground with another boy, legs crossed, the two of them grinning like old friends sharing a secret. Jason’s cheeks were red, his smile wide — brighter than Nathan had seen in weeks. His heart clenched. In the best way.


He sat down slowly on the bench, not wanting to interrupt. Just watching. Letting that quiet joy settle in his chest.


The other parents began arriving. Mostly women — chatting, dressed for errands or post-work routines. Nathan kept to himself, eyes still on the boys. That’s when he noticed him.


A man.


Wearing a snug black T-shirt and worn jeans. Stocky, thick-armed, his tan skin kissed by the sun. His back was broad, and his jeans clung tight to a round, muscular ass that moved with every step — the kind of build you’d expect from a coach who still worked out alongside his students. He stood with a relaxed posture, hands in his pockets, waiting.


Nathan didn’t pay much mind. Just another dad, picking up his kid.


The school bell rang.


Jason turned, spotted his father, and lit up. He ran full speed toward the gate — until his shoe caught a bump in the concrete, and he went down hard, hands scraping the pavement.


Before Nathan could stand, the stranger stepped forward and caught him.


“Whoa, I got you,” he said gently, lifting Jason upright, brushing his hands off before the tears could come. “You okay, bud?”


Nathan reached them just as Jason’s chin began to wobble.


“Thanks,” Nathan said, placing a reassuring hand on his son’s back. Jason turned into his arms, hugging him tight.


“No problem,” the man said, stepping back a little, but smiling warmly.


That’s when the other boy — the one Jason had been playing with — came up beside them. He tugged at the man’s shirt.


“Dad,” he said, “this is Jason. He’s my new friend. He doesn’t have a mom either.”


The man looked down, then over at Nathan with a softer expression.


Nathan offered his hand. “Nathan Cole.”


The man shook it. Firm grip, warm palm.


“Parker James,” he said. “That’s Nick.”


Nathan glanced at the boys, now standing side by side, laughing again like nothing had happened.


“Well,” Nathan said, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, “looks like they’ve figured things out quite well.”


“Yeah,” Parker replied, looking down at the boys, “better than most of us.”


They exchanged a brief nod before Nathan turned and walked with Jason toward the car, the warm afternoon sun casting long shadows behind them.

---

That evening, the house was quieter than usual — but not heavy. Not lonely. Jason was more talkative at dinner than he'd been in weeks, babbling gently about Nick — how they played the same games, how they liked the same snacks, and how they both didn’t like gym but liked drawing.


“I think we’re gonna sit next to each other tomorrow,” Jason said around a bite of spaghetti, eyes lit up in a way Nathan hadn’t seen in so long. “He said he’ll bring his markers.”


Nathan smiled softly across the table. “Sounds like a good friend.”


“Yeah,” Jason said, a little bashfully. “He’s cool.”


Jason went to bed at 9, curled into his blanket with his stuffed shark, eyes closing quicker than usual. The weight of the day had done its job.


Nathan stepped out into the hallway, exhaling slowly as the door clicked shut. For the first time in weeks, his chest felt lighter.


Later, he made his way out to the living room, wearing only a pair of snug green briefs — worn soft at the waistband, sitting low on his hips. His thick thighs stretched the fabric, and the curve of his solid ass filled out the seat. His chest was bare, covered in a wide spread of dark hair, thickest across his pecs and trailing down his abs in a tapered line.


He rubbed the back of his neck, looking at the stack of unpacked boxes in the corner. His muscles flexed slightly as he bent to open one, shifting through folded clothes and kitchenware, finally taking a breath that didn’t feel so heavy.


There was still a lot to do.


But tonight, Jason had smiled again.


And for now, that was enough.

 

[Jason_Prk]

Chapter Three​

Just Out in My Backyard


Friday afternoon was smoother than the one before.


Nathan made it to school on time. No last-minute meetings, no sprinting through parking lots. The sun was still out, the air just beginning to warm into the weekend. When he stepped into the schoolyard, he saw Parker already seated on the usual bench — legs stretched out, arms along the backrest, eyes watching the boys as they tore across the grass in that carefree way only children could.


As Nathan approached, Parker glanced over with a casual smirk.
“So, you’re on time today.”


Nathan let out a small laugh. “I try my best.”


Parker reached for his phone and tapped his screen a few times, then looked at Nathan.
“Here — if it ever happens again, just shoot me a text. I don’t mind waiting a little. I’m already here.”
He grinned. “I babysit for free.”


Nathan chuckled as he took the number. “Thanks. That’s generous.”


“Generous is a stretch,” Parker replied. “They pretty much babysit each other.”


They sat for a few minutes longer in companionable silence, both watching their sons run wild through the grass, laughing and shouting over each other. The way their friendship had taken root so fast still surprised Nathan — and quietly reassured him.


Eventually, they gathered their things and parted ways, the kids waving behind them.


That night, Nathan and Jason had dinner, talked about dinosaurs, and Jason fell asleep quickly in his father’s bed again — curled into his side, breath steady, arms wrapped around his stuffed shark. Nathan lay there a little longer, staring at the ceiling. The house still felt half-built, but at least something in their life was beginning to feel settled.

---

Saturday brought the last of the moving boxes. The delivery came early, and from there it was a whirlwind. Unpacking kitchen tools. Assembling a new shelf. Sorting towels and sheets and discovering three of the same extension cord.


The house was modern — open living, soft-toned walls, wood floors. Kitchen, pool, backyard, two bedrooms upstairs. Jason’s room was still mostly empty. He still liked sleeping next to Nathan anyway.


The second upstairs room was a mess. Half-gym, half-storage, all chaos. Boxes lined the walls, some opened, some untouched. Weights sat under a pile of folded blankets. There were extra chairs in one corner and a mattress propped against the wall. It was the kind of space Nathan told himself he’d organize next weekend.


If he had known that this messy, cluttered room would — tomorrow night — become the place of his wildest and most natural intimacy, maybe he would’ve cleaned it up sooner.


But that part of the story hadn’t begun.
It was about to begin.

---

Sunday evening settled in slow.


By 8 p.m., dinner was done, the dishes drying, and the laundry finally folded. Nathan stood in the hallway, rubbing the back of his neck, ready to shower and enjoy a glass of wine under the stars — a rare plan for quiet.


But Jason appeared in the hallway, hands tucked into his shirt sleeves, clearly nervous.


“Dad?”


Nathan turned. “Yeah, bud?”


“I… I forgot something.”


He already knew the tone.


“What is it?”


“My math homework. I forgot the worksheet at school.”


Nathan exhaled slowly and leaned a shoulder against the wall. “Did you text your teacher?”


“I did. No answer.”


Nathan nodded, thinking. He pulled out his own phone and sent a message to Jason’s teacher. Then waited. Still no response.


A few minutes passed before another thought flickered to him.


Nick.


He grabbed his phone again, scrolled to the contact list, and tapped the new number.


Nathan:

Hey Parker, this is Nathan — sorry to bug you. Jason forgot his math worksheet at school. Any chance Nick brought his home?

The reply came seconds later.


Parker:

Hey! Yep, Nick’s got it. Sending a photo now.

A picture followed almost immediately — clear, readable, no glare. Nathan smiled.


Nathan:

Perfect. Thank you.

Parker:

Anytime.

With the worksheet in hand, Nathan sat down at the table with Jason and helped him work through it. Jason yawned through the last two questions but didn’t complain. They solved it together, then got ready for bed.


Jason curled up fast. Lights out before 9:30.


Nathan hit the shower, washing away the dust and weight of the weekend. After drying off, he reached for a clean pair of black briefs — snug, comfortable, fitting just right around his hips. His thick thighs stretched the fabric naturally, and his chest still damp, covered in a spread of dark hair, tapered down the center of his stomach.


He padded barefoot outside to the backyard, poured himself a glass of red wine, and sank into a lounge chair under the warm night sky.


The hum of crickets filled the quiet.
It was around 10:30 when his phone buzzed.


Parker:

Hope everything’s sorted.

Nathan smiled.


Nathan:

It is now. Thanks again. Just put him to sleep.

Parker:

Glad to hear it. Mine pretends to sleep. I walk out and catch him with the iPad under the blanket every time.

Nathan:

Boys. I’m lucky mine goes out fast. Sleeps better than me these days. I need a glass of wine just to settle down.

Parker:

Beer for me.

The next message came with a photo.


Parker, reclined with a bottle of beer in one hand. The shot was casual, like he hadn’t thought twice. His thick legs were visible, bent at the knees, and he wore soft grey cotton briefs that clung naturally to his body. His thighs were hairy, his stomach broad, his chest scattered with dark curls. It wasn’t posed. Just real.


Nathan stared a second too long before leaning back and lifting his wine glass.


Nathan:

Respect. Here’s mine.

He snapped his own version — lounged out, holding his wine glass. His black briefs fit snugly against his hips, his hairy chest on display, legs stretched out across the cushion.


Parker replied a few moments later.


Parker:

Looks like we’ve got the same idea.

They chatted lightly after that. About the week ahead. About laundry. About how the weekends felt too short for single parents and still never slow enough.


At 11:50, Parker texted:


Parker:

Alright, calling it. School run again tomorrow. Sleep well, man.

Nathan:

You too. And thanks again for helping out.

Nathan set the phone down on the armrest, finished the last sip of wine, and tilted his head back to look at the stars. The breeze moved lightly across his chest.


He didn’t quite know what the feeling was.
But he felt relieved.
Happy to talk with someone he could relate to.

 

[Jason_Prk]

​

​

Chapter Four​

The morning sun was warm already when Nathan pulled into the school lot. He helped Jason with his backpack and walked him to class. Near the benches, Parker stood with Nick. Their eyes met briefly—an unspoken understanding passing between them, soft and easy, like a quiet greeting between two men who recognized something familiar. Nathan smiled, and Parker’s eyes crinkled in return before Nathan moved on.


Heading to work, Nathan settled into his car and pulled out his phone for directions but paused. His messages were still open—last night’s photo of Parker, relaxed in grey briefs and holding a beer. His eyes lingered longer than usual. Not surprise or discomfort, but something old and familiar.

---

He was sixteen when it happened the first time. A new neighbor had moved in next door—a big guy, older, maybe in his early forties, the kind of man who made noise without saying a word. Nathan’s bedroom, up on the second floor, had a full view of the backyard.


At first, it was just background.


But one Sunday afternoon, while Nathan was at his desk doing homework, he happened to glance outside—and froze.


The man was out there shirtless, wearing nothing but snug briefs that wrapped around the heavy curve of his bubble butt like a second skin. His chest was broad and dusted with thick, dark hair. His arms were thick. His stomach soft. Not a gym body. Not a model. Just a man—real, strong, unbothered.

Nathan didn’t understand the feeling.
But it rooted deep.


He found himself checking the window more often after that. Sometimes the man wore shorts. Sometimes briefs. Nathan even kept count of them—eight different colors, he remembered. And every time he saw that familiar body walk out into the sun, something would flicker to life.


The family moved a few months later. The neighbor faded into memory, never acknowledged, never spoken about. But that quiet, unexplained pull… it never really went away.


He’d catch it sometimes over the years—at the gym, in locker rooms, at BBQs. A thick, shirtless man with a beer. A stranger in the park with hairy arms and a kind face.


And now, looking at Parker’s photo…
That old thrum rose again.

---

Parker saw the smile again that morning—and then again in the afternoon. He wasn’t sure what to call it yet, that feeling stirring inside. Attraction? Curiosity? Something unspoken, just beneath the surface.


It was 9:30 pm. Parker was wrapped around his son on the bed, the quiet breathing of the boy easing him into calm. He slipped away quietly, still in his soft grey briefs—worn thin in places, hugging the thick curve of his hips and the round fullness of his bubble butt, the fabric stretched just right over the strong outline beneath. His chest, dusted with curls, caught the soft light as he moved.


In the kitchen, Parker wiped down the table and stacked dishes, mind half on the work and half on his phone. After a moment, unsure what to say first, he typed:
“How was dad’s day today?”


He checked his phone often, but no reply came. Had he said something wrong?

---

Nathan’s phone was charging on the counter. After putting Jason to bed, he took a quick shower, then came to the kitchen to clean up. When he finally picked up his phone, Parker’s message was waiting.


Nathan: “This dad had a great day. How about that dad?”


Parker smiled and replied:
Parker: “Great day as well, just cleaned my kitchen.”


Nathan: “Same here, about to get some good wine.”


Parker sent a photo: a worn wooden table, a cold brown beer can in hand, his muscular hairy chest and thick arms in soft focus. The grey briefs hugged his hips with a casual ease.


Nathan replied with his own photo—a deep red wine in a glass, held up beside his torso, his blue briefs snug and simple, the soft light catching the thick curls dusting his stomach.


Parker: “Well, I’m joining with my beer as well.”


They eased into conversation, sharing about work and passions.


Parker: “So, what do you do for work?”


Nathan: “Senior accountant at Bellamy & Co. And you?”


Parker: “Coach at the junior school.”


They swapped stories about how life had shaped them, the odd turns and unexpected moments that led them here.


Before sleep, Nathan sent one last message:
“Good night, coach.”

---

Coach… coach… coach…


The word lingered in Parker’s mind as he drifted off, stirring memories and something new, something quietly thrilling.


He thought back to the men he’d admired at football practice—the coaches and their friends with broad shoulders and warm, dad-bod bodies. The way their hair caught the sun, the way their thick arms flexed with strength and kindness. His heart had raced watching them, never daring to act on the pull, but always feeling it deep inside.


And now, seeing Nathan—the same kind of sturdy frame, the same natural hair and easy strength—it all made sense. The quiet draw he’d felt was no accident.


It was something deeper.


Something real.

 

[Jason_Prk]

Chapter 5


The next morning, they saw each other at school — a smile passed between them, a little warmer than the last. At work, both caught themselves checking their phones, rereading last night’s chat, the laughter still echoing quietly. That evening, they saw each other again at pick-up, another glance, another small smile.


Unspoken, unnamed, but natural.

---

10:30 PM


Nathan stepped out to the backyard again, glass of red wine in hand, the night breeze warm against his skin. He wore a pair of soft black briefs, snug around his hips — light, easy, slightly faded. He didn’t think too hard as he snapped a photo: wine glass in focus, his hairy thighs relaxed, one knee slightly bent. He hit send before he could overthink it.

A reply came quickly.


Parker, lounging on his bed in grey briefs — again — smiled at the photo and sent one of his own. His thick legs were stretched out, cotton hugging the curve of his ass. Hair dusted his stomach, trailing up his chest, where the light caught soft curls and warm skin.

Nathan:

Well, haven’t you been wearing those underwear for the last two nights?

He immediately winced.
“Shit. Why’d I say that?”


Parker:

If you want, I can remove them instead.
Glad you’re looking at my underwear though.

Nathan shook his head and half-laughed.


Nathan:

No man, haha. I was joking.

Parker:

I’ve got way too many grey ones. They’re just comfortable, alright?
And I change 'em every day. Like my mom told me when I was a kid.

Nathan:

Aren’t you still a kid?

Parker:

Hah. I’ve got a manly voice. At least that’s what I’ve been told.

Before Nathan could reply, his phone buzzed — incoming call.


He hesitated for a second, then answered.
“Hello?”


Parker’s voice came through, playful.
“Just wanted to confirm — do you think this voice sounds like a kid’s?”


Nathan laughed. “No, no. Very mature indeed.”


“So… not a kid.”


Nathan smirked. “It’s just that you behave like one.”


“Oh, and you want me to be boring like you?”


“Who said I’m boring?”


“Tell me, when was the last time you even went to a party?”


“I… uh… well… okay, come on. I’m a man with a son. No time for parties now.”


Parker’s voice softened.
“Aaaand… it’s worth every moment.”


Nathan paused. Something in the quiet hit a little deeper.
“Yeah. It really is.”


They didn’t hang up. They just… talked.
About work. Marriage. Starting over. How strange it was to be alone again in their thirties and forties.
How they couldn’t quite trust love anymore — but they still believed in it.


And through all of it, their sons were the anchor. The reason.The gift.


It wasn’t flirty. It wasn’t forced. Just real.


“Damn,” Parker murmured after a while, “it’s almost midnight.”


Nathan chuckled. “That’s the latest I’ve been up in months.”


“Same,” Parker said. “Good night, man.”


“Good night, coach.”

---

The next morning, Thursday, brought the same warmth. A smile across the schoolyard.
At work, they caught themselves checking phones again. A grin. A thought. A memory.


That night, around 10:30 PM, it was Parker who texted first — a photo, just below the waist. Red briefs snug around his hips.

Guess you’re not the only one in red tonight.

Nathan blinked. His eyes caught a faint outline of a cock ring through the fabric.
His heart skipped — not from shock, but something else.
Something like I missed you.


Instead, he replied:


Nathan:

Hahah. Well, good evening, coach.
Give me a moment.

He slipped out of the kitchen and into his room. His son was asleep on his bed, so he quietly grabbed a pair of red briefs, changed in the bathroom, then snapped a photo — similar angle, similar smile.

Guess you’re not the only one in red tonight.

Parker reacted fast with a laugh emoji, then texted:


Parker:

Hey, can I call you?

Before he could respond, Nathan called him instead.


They talked again — more laughter, more realness.
More connection.

---

Smiles across the school yard. Thoughts of each other while at work. Smiles again in the evening.
And then the most awaited time for both of them — the late-night call.


A day passed again. A routine — but one neither of them had felt in years. Smiles. Thoughts. Calls.

Another day. And yet another.


It was Friday.

---

After school, the boys begged to go to the park, and the dads didn’t argue—tomorrow was the weekend, after all.


Nathan and Parker sat on a bench, side by side. It wasn’t anything dramatic, but something felt... new. Odd. Nice. Neither of them had felt their heart race beside another man before. Not like this. Not in the way that made the air feel just a little different. But they both liked it. Too shy to admit, too grown to deny.

Nathan:
“It feels great to see our sons getting along so well.”

Parker:
“Agreed. They kind of forced us to get along too.”

Nathan turned his head, smiling. Their eyes met, held—just long enough for something to pass between them. Quiet. Curious.

“Agreed,” Nathan said softly.

Just then, their sons came racing toward them, laughter breaking the moment before it could settle too long.

Jason:
“Daddy, daddy! Can I invite Nick over for pool play tomorrow?”

Nathan looked toward Parker.

“Can he?”

Nick:
“Pleeeease, Daddy!”

Parker pretended to think, stroking his chin.

“Hmm... let me think... mmm... of course.”

Both boys jumped up in joy, the kind only seven-year-olds could summon. The dads smiled, too—and maybe, deep down, they wanted to jump just the same.


They all headed home after that. Plans made. A little more warmth tucked between them than before.

 

[GoBlueNotBlueBalls]

Loving this story. Looking forward to your next installment. Any of it based on your own life?

 

[Jason_Prk]

Loving this story. Looking forward to your next installment. Any of it based on your own life?

I wish

Inspired by someone i admire <3

Next chapter comes today, might be slow and real. Yet will end with their first kiss

 

[Jason_Prk]

Chapter 6

The Kiss of Two Dads

Nathan came home feeling a little more at ease than most Fridays. The boys had played hard at the park, and Jason was full of excitement about the pool day tomorrow.

After dinner, he helped his son change into pajamas, tucked him in, and sat beside him until he drifted off. He cleaned the living room a bit, loaded the dishwasher, wiped the counter, and finally stepped into the shower. The water felt good — warm, grounding. It was one of those quiet nights that almost felt peaceful.

By 10:15 p.m., Nathan was in his black briefs, the soft cotton snug around his hips. He stretched a little, rubbed a towel through his damp hair, and picked up his phone from the charger, ready to maybe start a conversation.

A message from Parker was already there.

Parker (10:00 PM):
"Hey, had a busy day at school coaching. Quite tired. I’m gonna call it a night. Good night, dad."

A breath slipped out. He’d been looking forward to it — and now, he was a little disappointed.
But he also felt glad.
Glad that Parker had thought of him. And that mattered. It really mattered.

Nathan typed back.

Nathan (10:17 PM):
"Good night, dad."

Then he slipped into bed beside Jason, who rolled toward him in his sleep. Nathan wrapped an arm around his son’s small frame and stared at the ceiling for a while, his thoughts gentle and quiet.
He had no idea that exactly twenty-four hours from now — in the next room, the messy one he used for storage — he’d be wrapping his arms around that very dad and mating with him like it was the only thing that mattered in the world.

---

Nathan woke up to the distant sound of video game music echoing from the living room. The clock read 8:30 AM. Jason was already up, no doubt immersed in one of his weekend games, still in pajamas with bed hair and unmatched socks.

He reached for his phone.
One message lit the screen.

Parker (6:00 AM):
Good morning, dad.

Nathan smiled.

Nathan:
Good morning. Woke up early?

Parker:
Yeah, a little morning run. Then breakfast. Getting ready for today.
How about we come at 2PM?

Nathan rubbed his eyes and thought for a second before typing:

Nathan:
How about 4PM? I’ll set up some BBQ and get some beers for us too.

Parker:
Yeah? Nick’s really excited.

Nathan:
And what about his dad?

There was a pause, then a reply:

Parker:
He’s excited too. Maybe a little too excited.

Nathan laughed and hit the react button before replying:

Nathan:
Time for breakfast for us.

Their texting carried on through the morning and into early afternoon — light, warm, easy.
Parker had been right. He was excited.
But so was Nathan.
Maybe even more than the boys.

---

At 4:05 PM, the doorbell rang.

Jason jumped off the couch. “I’ll open it!”
Jason grabbed Nick’s hand, and the boys darted off to the living room, their laughter filling the space with carefree energy.

Nathan’s heart quickened as Parker stepped inside. He wore a fitted black T-shirt that clung to his broad shoulders, and his denim shorts hugged his hips tightly, outlining the curve of his thick, muscular thighs—and most notably, his full, round, bubble butt. The shorts molded perfectly around Parker’s powerful ass, drawing Nathan’s eyes again and again, stirring a quiet heat he hadn’t expected.

Nathan himself was in loose grey shorts and a worn tank top, relaxed but aware, his gaze lingering on the confident ease Parker carried like a second skin.

Parker glanced around the living room as the boys settled in. He leaned a little closer to Nathan, voice soft.

“So… are you excited?”

Nathan chuckled, his grin wide.
“Without a doubt.”

Then he added, lowering his voice just a little,
“I think we should keep the boys away from the screen. Maybe we should make them head out to the pool?”

“Good call,” Parker nodded. “Let me use the bathroom and get us changed into swim shorts.”

Nathan called out to Jason and told him to lead Nick out back.
“I’ll get the BBQ grill going,” he added.

Jason nodded and took Parker and Nick upstairs, showing him the way to Nathan’s room so they could change.

Parker followed with a small smile, letting the boys handle themselves. But once they were done and Nick had dashed off toward the pool in his little swim trunks, Parker lingered behind in the bedroom, unzipping his bag—only to sigh when he realized he’d forgotten to pack his swim shorts.

After a beat, he shrugged to himself and peeled off his fitted black T-shirt, revealing his broad chest, lightly dusted with hair. Then he undid his denim shorts, easing them down his thick thighs. His legs were strong, covered in a light coat of dark hair. When the shorts fell away, his snug white briefs came fully into view—stretched tight across the firm swell of his bubble butt, hugging the curves with perfect tension. The cotton clung close to his thighs and hips, outlining his strong form with every step as he headed back downstairs.

Nathan turned from the grill and did a double take, eyebrows rising.
“Forgot your shorts?”

Parker shrugged, smirking.
“Looks like it. Hope you don’t mind the emergency swimwear.”

Nathan gave him a look, half teasing, half flustered.
“You sure you didn’t do it on purpose? Just to… look like this?”

Parker grinned, a little playful.
“If you don’t like it, I can remove it instead.”

Nathan laughed, his voice slightly nervous.
“Shut up, man. Our kids are here.”

Parker’s voice dipped.
“And if they weren’t?”

Nathan turned quickly, shaking his head with a flushed grin.
“Just… shut… up,” he said under his breath, then added,
“I’ll go get changed too.”

---

As the boys laughed and splashed in the pool behind him, Nathan headed upstairs, heart beating faster. He opened his drawer, paused, then pulled out his own white briefs. They weren’t something he wore often, but they felt right. He slid them on — snug, clean, clinging to the lines of his body with a soft stretch across his hips and thighs.

When he stepped back outside, Parker was already standing near the grill, arms folded, watching the boys in the pool.

Parker turned and caught a full view of Nathan — bare-chested, white briefs snug against his body, framed by soft dark hair on his legs and chest.

“Well,” Parker said, his voice low, a teasing spark in his eye,
“what excuse do you have to wear it?”

Nathan gave a crooked smile.
“Didn’t want you to feel bad.”

Parker’s eyes flicked lower for a split second.
“I’m just excited,” he said, with a seductive smile.

---

The boys played in the pool, splashing and laughing, their voices echoing off the water.


The two dads stood side by side near the BBQ stand — both in briefs, both hairy, their bubble butts accentuated by the snug cotton that clung to them. Neither spoke much at first. A quiet tension hung between them — not awkward, but charged with something neither dared to name. They were both nervous, shy in ways they hadn’t been in years. And yet, their eyes wandered, sneaking glances when the other wasn’t looking. Or… maybe when he was.

They made a few quick BBQ items — just enough to satisfy. Some grilled chicken, hot dogs for the boys, a couple of skewers for the dads. The scent of smoke and spice filled the backyard as the boys splashed in the pool, their laughter echoing over the water.

Nathan and Parker stood side by side near the grill — both in white briefs, both broad-shouldered and hairy, their toned thighs and bubble butts accentuated by the wet fabric. The tension between them was quiet but undeniable. Neither said much, but their eyes wandered, stealing glances when they thought the other wasn’t looking. Or maybe hoping they were.

By 5:30, they called the boys over. Towels wrapped, they dashed to the table and devoured the food with the energy only kids could bring after swimming.

As they finished, Parker leaned over with a grin and picked up a soft pool ball.
“Wanna join them? Something fun?”

Nathan raised a brow.
“Like what?”

Parker smirked.
“You and Jason versus me and Nick. Hold the ball, count to fifteen while the other tries to steal it. First to count wins the round.”

The boys were already cheering. Nathan hesitated, smiling softly.
“Guess I can’t be the guy who ruins the game.”

“Exactly,” Parker said with a wink. “Let’s go.”

They reset the game. The dads and boys moved to their corners. Parker shouted,
“One, two, three—go!”

---

They placed the ball in the middle of the pool. Jason and Nick bounced with excitement on one side, while the dads took their spots on the other. Parker called it out with a grin,
“One, two, three—go!”

Nathan lunged forward and grabbed the ball, raising it high above his head. Water splashed around him as he turned—but Parker was right there. He wrapped his arms around Nathan from behind, laughing as he tried to stop him from counting.

The contact was sudden, close.

Parker’s chest pressed against Nathan’s back, warm and firm. Nathan felt the softness of his belly against the curve of his spine, the brush of chest hair against his shoulders. One of Parker’s arms hooked around Nathan’s waist, the other under his arm—close enough for Nathan to feel the heat of his skin and the wet hair of his armpit brushing his side.

They were moving slowly, clumsily, but neither seemed to care.

Nathan counted between gasps of laughter.
“One… two… three…”

Parker wasn’t really stopping him. Just… holding him. Letting the moment stretch out. Nathan could feel his breath near his neck, his grip not quite firm enough to be serious.

By the time Nathan reached fifteen, both boys were cheering. Nathan tossed the ball and turned just slightly to look at Parker—who gave a mock sigh of defeat and a half-smile, his eyes lingering a second too long.

They reset.

This time, Parker made the move first, grabbing the ball and lifting it with both hands.

Nathan came up behind him and wrapped his arms around his chest. He felt the wet hair on Parker’s torso beneath his palms, the flex of muscle beneath the softness. His cheek brushed Parker’s shoulder as he leaned in slightly to count—his voice close, low.

“...One… two…”

He wasn’t rushing.

Parker’s body was steady against his, and Nathan felt the thump of his heart, the subtle way their hips aligned in the water. The contact was innocent on the surface, playful for the kids watching. But something deeper hummed beneath it.

“Fifteen!” Nathan called out finally, breaking the quiet tension.

The boys whooped again. But the dads…

They just looked at each other, breathless and smiling, not quite sure what had just passed between them—but knowing it mattered.

They let the boys take over next, stepping aside to opposite edges of the pool. Nathan leaned back with his arms resting on the stone edge, Parker mirrored him on the other side. Their eyes met across the water—silent smiles exchanged under the soft light of late afternoon.

Jason and Nick splashed happily between them, laughing and tossing the ball, each winning a round, calling out their victories with pride. The dads watched, their smiles lingering longer now, their silence more comfortable.

Then came the inevitable call:
“Dads again!”

Nathan stepped forward with a grin and grabbed the ball before the boys could reset it. Parker met him from the other side, not waiting for the count this time. He came from the front, arms playful but determined, pretending to reach for the ball.

Nathan instinctively tucked it behind him, and Parker stepped in closer—grinning, half-laughing—then suddenly wrapping his arms around Nathan’s sides.

The air changed. The splash of water quieted around them. Parker’s hands rested at Nathan’s back, holding—not firm, not pulling—but there.

Nathan started to count, breath catching slightly.

“One…”
He felt Parker’s breath against his cheek.
“Two…”
Their faces close—too close.
“Three…”

Neither of them moved.

Their eyes locked. The air between them heavy. Parker’s lips were inches from his. Their chests rose and fell against each other, wet skin warm, muscles tense beneath the still surface of the pool.

They were lost—just for a second—in that moment that wasn’t part of the game.

Then—

“Can we go play on the PlayStation now?” Jason asked, climbing out and wiping water from his eyes.

Nick perked up.
“Yeah! We unlocked the next level today!”

Nathan chuckled.
“Alright, alright — go dry off first. No wet footprints in the house.”

The boys dashed inside, dripping and laughing, their excitement already shifting to controllers and screens.

And just like that, it was quiet again.
Just the two of them.
Still in the water.
Still standing too close.

---

They placed the ball in the center again.
It was quiet.
Just the two of them.

The air thickened with something that wasn’t just humidity.

Parker counted,
“One… two… three,”
and they both darted.

Nathan reached the ball first and tucked it behind him, retreating to a corner of the pool.

Parker followed—not quickly, not playfully now, but with something slower. Intentional.

He reached him, arms sliding around his sides again.

Nathan whispered,
“One…”

Parker’s chest pressed against his back. His hands rested on Nathan’s hips.

“Two…”

Their eyes met over Nathan’s shoulder, closer now than they’d ever dared.

“Three…”

Nathan barely breathed the word.

Parker leaned in—just enough.

Their lips touched.

It was soft.
A test.
The faintest brush of warm skin against warm skin.

Parker paused, his breath catching.

But Nathan didn’t move away.

He turned to face him fully, eyes never leaving his.

Then, with slow motion, he brought his arms up and gently wrapped them around Parker’s shoulders, drawing them chest to chest.

This time, the kiss deepened.
Still slow.
Still quiet.
But no longer hesitant.

Nathan’s lips moved against Parker’s—soft, searching, mouths parting just slightly.

Their noses brushed, their chests pressed together, breaths mingling between them.

Neither of them rushed it.

There was only the kiss.
And the quiet truth that they had both known was building, long before now.

They pulled apart just slightly, foreheads resting together, breaths mingling in the cool evening air.

Nathan’s hands stayed firmly around Parker’s shoulders, as if afraid to let go.

Parker’s fingers traced light patterns along Nathan’s back, grounding them both.

The world felt still, paused in this quiet bubble of warmth and understanding.

Neither of them rushed or pushed; this was no fleeting moment of passion, but the slow unfolding of something deeper — something that had been quietly growing between them all along.

Nathan whispered,
“I… don’t really know what this is… but…”

Parker’s voice was soft, nervous, hesitating,
“But…”

Their eyes locked for a long moment, and Parker finally breathed,
“With you… I wouldn’t mind this, even for the rest of my life.”

Without another word, they wrapped their arms around each other and kissed.

Parker whispered against Nathan’s lips,
“With… you… till the rest of my life.”

---

 

[Codger]

Got up early this morning just to see if the next chapter was posted. I’m totally invested even more than from chapter 1. Anticipation on so many levels!

 

[Jason_Prk]

Got up early this morning just to see if the next chapter was posted. I’m totally invested even more than from chapter 1. Anticipation on so many levels!

Thank you all, for the love <3

Its because of you, that I keep going on.

New chapter coming today, steamy make out in kitchen and Parker tries to eat a meat for the first time

 

[Jason_Prk]

Chapter 7:​

A mouthful DAD​

Nathan slowly pulled his hands from around Parker’s shoulders, his breath still shallow, lips tingling.

“Let’s get inside,” he whispered, voice barely audible. “Before the boys see us.”

Parker raised an eyebrow, teasing. “Didn’t know you were this shy.”

Nathan didn’t answer—just gave a quiet laugh and started moving toward the steps. Parker followed, watching the way the water glistened along Nathan’s back, his white briefs clinging to his hips.

Inside, the house was filled with the muffled sounds of buttons being mashed and victorious cheers. The boys were fully engrossed in their game, the television flashing in the living room.

Nathan walked into the kitchen, still a little dazed, heading toward the counter. “Maybe it’s time to cook something decent for all of us.”

He turned slightly, but stopped when he heard the soft, unmistakable click of the door lock.

He turned fully. Parker stood by the door, dripping slightly, water trailing down his chest, a glint in his eyes — playful, bold, and undeniably tempting.

Nathan’s heart thudded. “No…”

Parker grinned, eyes wide with feigned innocence. “Just a kiss.”

Nathan stood frozen for half a second. Then gave the smallest nod.

Parker crossed the room slowly, his steps deliberate. He reached Nathan, hands finding his waist, fingers tracing the damp cotton clinging to him. He leaned in and kissed him.

Parker pressed his lips to Nathan’s, starting slow — but soon, he was sucking hungrily on Nathan’s lower lip, like he couldn’t get enough. Then he moved to the upper one, pulling it into his mouth, sucking with the same needy heat. Nathan moaned softly, his hands gripping Parker’s arms.

Parker leaned in deeper, capturing Nathan’s tongue, sucking it hard — wet, deep, desperate. Their tongues tangled, saliva exchanged messily between gasps.

It was raw and aching, like Parker had been starved for this. Nathan melted into him, breathless, the kiss growing hotter with every second.

Parker moved down, planting a soft, lingering kiss on Nathan’s chin, his breath warm against the skin.Then he lowered his mouth to Nathan’s neck, gentle and slow, lips brushing and sucking lightly, sending shivers down Nathan’s spine.

“I don’t know what’s happening to me,” Nathan whispered, voice trembling.

Parker smiled softly, eyes full of quiet reassurance. “Something good.”

Parker’s mouth trailed lower to Nathan’s chest — broad and strong, dusted with dark hair that curled slightly beneath his lips. He pressed a kiss to the center of Nathan’s chest, then cupped it in his hands, squeezing gently. His lips closed around a nipple, sucking hard and slow, like he wanted to draw milk from it, his tongue swirling with a tender hunger.

Parker moved down, planting a gentle kiss on Nathan’s belly, just above the waistband of his damp briefs.

Another kiss followed, right on his belly button — soft, warm, lingering.

Nathan looked down to see the semi-hard bulge forming beneath the wet white cotton, clinging tight to him. Parker slid his hands over it from above, slowly, his palms pressing with care. Then he looked up, eyes dark with need, locking onto Nathan’s.

“Can I?” he asked, voice husky.

Nathan nodded, shy but glowing, lips curling into a wide, breathless smile.

“All yours.”

Parker went down slowly, teasing, and with a playful glint in his eyes, he tugged down Nathan’s briefs just enough—not letting his cock out, but low enough to reveal the soft, dark patch of pubic hair. He leaned in and began kissing it, lips brushing gently over the base, each kiss lingering, deliberate.

Nathan's breath hitched. He hadn’t expected any of this. If he’d known he’d be getting his cock sucked today, he would’ve trimmed, maybe shaved completely. Little did he know, the gentleman below him—the boyfriend in ten days, the husband in three months—would never let him shave any hair of him. He would like him just as he is: real, raw, and entirely his.

Parker’s lips brushed softly above Nathan’s damp, semi-hard uncut cock. He looked up at Nathan with a steady, possessive gaze. “All mine,” he whispered, his voice low and certain.

His mouth followed, placing a tender kiss along the foreskin. He slid his hand down the length of the shaft, pushing the foreskin downward, exposing the tip of Nathan's cock. The movement caused Nathan's cock to perk up, becoming harder underneath Parker's touch.

Parker savoured this hardness, capturing the head of Nathan's dick in his mouth.

With Nathan's dick now fully erect, nine inches, Parker wrapped his hands around the base of the shaft. He sucked the head, taking turns lapping at the tip, swirling his tongue around the glans.

Parker bobbed his head up and down, taking more and more of Nathan's cock into his mouth. His eyes locked onto Nathan's, watching his reactions closely as he worked Nathan's dick. Parker managed to get only mid way down Nathan's massive cock, struggling to fit the entire length and the girth into his mouth.

Parker is touching a mans cock for first time, first time to hold, first time to suck. Yet he devours it like he has been longing for it for years.

“A…a….a….ah….aaaah” Nathan moans softly with the rhythm of his cock being sucked.

Nathan gripped the edge of the kitchen counter. His chest rose sharply, his heart pounding in his ears. His cock twitched in Parker’s palm, thickening with every second of that hesitant, reverent contact. His knees weakened as his hand found the back of Parker’s head, fingers threading into his hair, not pushing, just anchoring.

---

And then they heard the soft rattle of the kitchen door knob.

“Dad?” Jason’s voice called through. “We’re hungry again!”

Nathan blinked, breath catching, and called back quickly, “Yes, my dear! I’ll make something in a while.”

Nathan gently nudged Parker away, still flushed and trying to breathe normally.

“Go,” he whispered, eyes narrowing with a half-smile.

“Go hang out with the boys before I do something really stupid.”

Parker stood upright, still grinning.

“Not sure what would be stupid about it.”

Nathan gave him a look, then turned toward the counter, trying to compose himself.

“Out,” he muttered, swatting playfully at Parker’s hip.

Nathan looked at him as he walked toward the door and closed it behind him.

Parker chuckled and slipped out of the kitchen, leaving Nathan alone with a racing heart, damp skin, and the echo of everything they had just shared.

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Author’s Note:
If you enjoyed this chapter, don’t forget to give it a like

The final chapter is next—where the dads finally mate under the same roof, while the boys sleep peacefully in the next room.

Before we jump to the final and prologue, tell me what you’re craving. I just might serve it.

 

[Codger]

Since you asked … two ‘straight’ men falling in love. I hope you delve deeper into the realization/ awakening. AND this can’t be the last chapter coming up … what about the wedding?? I need a good cry ;-) thank you for sharing

 

[GoBlueNotBlueBalls]

Gotta ask for so much more. This feels like a story that could live on for a while. Very raw, romantic, real. Details on realization and those confused feelings leading to what you’ve hinted at, in marriage… wonderfully written!!