Blood Of The Wilde - 4. "Triumvirate"

[Present time]

"Fuck!" Bo whimpered, his body being pressed against the couch as William drilled his 11-inch cock into him.

"I missed you." William snorted, his words being cut short by his heavy breathing, ass lifting over Bo's smooth, muscular body before lunging down aggressively. He suddenly collapsed on the raven-haired stud, his nose diving inside his neck. Bo looped his head to the side, carrying his luscious hair with it, his mouth inches from William's.

"We fucked two days ago..." Bo whimpered, face shoved into the couch's fabric and his voice muffled by William's tongue sliding inside his mouth.

"That's two days worth of load just for you." William teased, his ass now glued to Bowie, performing deep strokes, poking his lover's prostate.

"Shit...dude..." Bo moaned, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

By now, William knew every inch of the boy's body, its intricacies, and how to please them. He forced his cock inside slowly, holding his hips in place, moving the tip of his shaft inside. Bo's left leg fell by the side of the couch, his foot pushing against the floor.

"That's the spot, right there," William stated, gliding his lips over Bo's. Bowie unfurled his mouth, letting his father's tongue slide inside, his eyes closed in rapture.

"Da' fuck..." Bo mumbled. "How do you do that?" He questioned while his whole body trembled with pleasure. "Every...fucking...time." He stuttered, escorting William's thrusts as they drilled even deeper inside him. "Daddy," Bo uttered from inside William's mouth. William took his left hand and slid it under Bowie's stomach, grabbing the boy's cock inside his palm.

"My Bo..." William bemoaned, his voice bottled with lust and passion. Sensing his orgasm assembling, he squeezed Bo's cock gently, and soon they were both bursting, their loads perfectly synchronized.

"Oh..." Bo stuttered, feeling the thickness of William's load fill his insides while the blonde hunk's hand jerked the cum out of the stud's cock.

William pulled his hand from under Bo and took it to the boy's mouth, forcing him to eat it. Bo's lips began sucking on the white batter, his eyes scouring for every drop until William's hand was thoroughly clean. Then, William grasped the raven-haired stud's chin and kissed his mouth passionately, tasting his boy's cum.

"I've told you not to talk so much. You know that makes me cum faster." William rasped, slightly annoyed.

"Sorry." Bo apologized, a soft chuckle following. William lifted his ass slowly, making the stud gasp gently, his cum-drizzled dick sliding off Bo's hole with a soft pop.

William pulled back, kneeling behind Bo, his dick still hard. His eyes glanced down in awe before his hands grabbed the stud's cheeks, spreading them.

"Push it out." He ordered. In seconds, Bo's sphincter puckered outwards, bringing with it a flood of thick cum that skated down his inner thighs and balls before queefing. Without missing a beat, William lunged his mouth forward and ate his own cum right out of Bowie's ass, cavernously moaning as he did.

"Hey, stop!" Bo suddenly requested, his head shooting up from the couch. From under the blaring music, he could hear a faint noise from the house. "Turn that down." He ordered.

William's tongue halted, his head begrudgingly lifting. He extended his hand and grabbed a small remote from the large coffee table, lowering the sound system's volume. The music slowly overlapped with a familiar piano piece as he did.

"He's awake," Bo uttered, his eyes flaring.

"So?" William replied, reclining on the couch, seemingly unbothered. His dick stood vertically between his legs.

"He came in here the other night," Bo said, visibly apprehensive.

"When?" William questioned, slowly leaning forward and pulling a large wooden carved box over to the table's edge.

"On the night of the garden party," Bo stated, his eyes locked on William, who calmly began to roll a joint.

"Oh..." William emitted, his face now hidden from Bo's view. "Guess it's a good thing I didn't fix that cracked window," he stated.

The music track that played finally came to a halt, and silence took hold, the sound of Lucas bashing the piano keys in the distance filling the sudden void.

"You're okay with it?" Bo's bewildered voice oppugned. William finally lifted his head, his tongue gliding over the rolling paper.

"I mean, I'd rather he had known from me," William stated, inadvertently unleashing a soft chuckle. "But your brother is a sneaky fucker. He was going to find out. Sooner or later." He added, lighting the joint and reclining back, his lips stretching into a grin.

"You're unbelievable," Bo muttered, shaking his head.

"I get that a lot," William mocked before taking a giant drag from the joint and blowing a cloud of smoke that slowly filled the space between him and Bo before stretching his arm. Now, get over here," he beckoned.

"No," Bo replied reluctantly, his body struggling to disobey William's command as if it were unnatural to him. From the other side of the smoke mist, William smiled.

"What are you afraid of?" William questioned. "You didn't seem concerned when you were fucking him earlier this evening." His raspy voice slithered.

"How do you..." Bo stuttered, desperately fighting to keep his eyes from gaping in shock. His voice, however, blatantly expressed his surprise.

"After all these years, you still haven't learned," William said, stretching his arms over the back of the sofa as he gazed at his lover's alluring black eyes. "I know everything." He revealed.

"He's not like us..." Bo muttered, his words skating through his clenched teeth.

Suddenly, despite Bo's blatant anger, a compassionate smile grew on William's lips.

"I wouldn't underestimate your brother, Bo." He said calmly. "He's a Wilde. It's in his blood." William stated, his emerald gaze piercing through Bo's soul.

Bo's gaze lingered on his father before he turned his head to the glass ceiling, eyes scanning through it for the attic. Then, his head fell, defeated. He turned to the couch and walked back to William, kneeling between his legs, mouth already opened. He grabbed the base of the hunk's 11-inch meat and wrapped his lips around it, sucking on it as he moaned.

"You better suck that cock as your life depends on it. Because, Bo...I'm tempted to fucking kill you right now." William steered, his tone surprisingly tender. "You went behind my back and broke into your brother's virgin ass." He stated, pushing his hips forward and driving his cock inside Bowie's throat as he bore his raven hair in his hand. Inside his mouth, Bo could feel the monstrous shaft pulsating with hunger. "But then again, it's only a matter of time before he comes looking for me." William's voice whispered as he unlocked his fingers from Bo's raven strands, the boy's hair circling William's cock like a shield. From under it, Bowie's head bounced eagerly, his submissive moans shooting from his stretched mouth.

[A few days later]

Lucas hadn't talked to Bo since the night they made love, and despite the raven-haired hunk's continuous and somewhat desperate attempts to intercept him, his younger brother had managed to elude him expertly. But Bo's determined nature wasn't to be trifled with, so one afternoon, he sat in his room, waiting for Lucas to arrive from a shopping spree with Nora. As they exited the car, he observed Lucas sprinting inside the house despite Nora's high-pitched voice calling him. Bo rushed for the door to his room, leaning his ear on it, following Lucas' soft steps as he fled into the attic.

"Predictable." Bo thought out loud, smiling from behind the keyhole as he stared through it, his eyes pursuing Lucas' bubble butt as it disappeared in the hallway. Inside his shorts, Bo was already hard.

He hauled the door open and sleazed inside the corridor, following Lucas into the loft. He climbed the stairs, his feet making the heavily wooded floor screech slightly, and it wasn't long before his head was breaking from under the stairs, his eyes locking on Lucas' blonde head tumbling over his old piano. He had his back to the door, and his brother's magnificence immediately overtook Bo. A pale wall of sinewy muscles that moved with the softness of a caterpillar. Bo purposely stalled, trying to milk every second of its beauty.

"What do you want?" Lucas questioned calmly without turning around. His fingers moved aloof over the keys, producing a seemingly random composition.

"To talk," Bo uttered, rising from his voyeuristic hideout.

"Well...I'm busy." Lucas stated.

There was an eery change to his demeanor. A maturity that had been hidden up until now. Something Bo hadn't noticed yet for some reason. Bowie took a deep breath and coursed across the attic, sliding one of his legs over the piano bench and saddling it. He now sat on it, facing Lucas.

"Don't try to intimidate me with your cold remarks. It doesn't work on me," he bluntly stated. "I'll still love you, even if you hate me," Bo professed.

His words hit Lucas, thawing his numbness, and the boy's fingers finally halted, dangling inches from the keyboard.

"I don't hate you," Lucas muttered. Bo's eyes scoured for his brother's, forcing their gaze to meet. And just like that, they both chuckled, their love's flame incapable of being coiled. "I should," Lucas added, letting his body fall to the side, his head sliding into Bo's chest. But I can't," he whispered.

Bo's nose fell, diving inside the boy's golden curls. His eyes closed as he took in his brother's fragrance.

"I know why you're upset," Bowie whispered. But try to understand...please." Bo pleaded, his face rubbing against Lucas' like a cat. What he and I have is...complicated," he stated, desperately claiming his brother's endorsement.

"No shit," Lucas replied, chuckling sarcastically. His forehead now locked with Bo's, his brother's breath on him. And soon, he felt Bo's hands brush his legs, climbing along them and over his back. "Whatever. Let's not talk about it." Lucas suggested, visibly unthrusting of his own words. "Bo?" Lucas called, his voice getting frail.

"Yes, my prince?" Bo whispered back, his breathing teasing Lucas' mouth to search his.

"I can't stop thinking about the other night." The boy confessed. "About...having you inside me." He continued, his words stumbling as a rush of blood traveled from his groin into his head, making it feel giddy.

"I can't stop thinking about it either. I wanna fuck you again so bad." Bo teased, his lips searching for his brother's mouth. Lucas smiled, eyes closing with emotion. "But...we can't," Bo uttered, slashing the tension building between them. Lucas' emerald eyes opened, locking on Bowie's. "Not here. Not while he's around." He warned.

"But..." Lucas stuttered. Bo could feel the boy's anxiety, his body drawn to the stud like a magnet.

"I have an idea," Bo said, pulling away. "Tonight, after dinner, go down the path to Aibee's house and meet me at the south gate. And try not to get noticed." He directed.

"Where are we going?" Lucas questioned, his youthful curiosity pushing through his sheltered nature.

"Out, Your Highness," Bo informed theatrically. Lucas looked at him and smiled.

"For real?" Lucas questioned, his eyes squinting with doubt. "Are you kidnapping me?" He muttered playfully, pulling back and staring at his brother. Bo chuckled.

"You know, that's actually not a bad idea," the stud replied, winking. Relax. It'll be fun," Bo stated, his eyes getting excitedly bright. It was the first time they had disobeyed curfew together.

"She's going to be so pissed if she finds out," Lucas added, his eyes lingering on the window before returning to Bo, his lips stretching into a deviant smile.

"You sneaky little..." Bo muttered before his countenance halted. He seemed almost surprised by his words, his dark eyes squinting as his heart wavered, trying to embrace a side of Lucas he had never felt before.

"What?" Lucas asked.

"Nothing..." Bo replied, softly chuckling as he shook his head.

Was William right, Bo thought? Had the Wilde nature been dormant inside Lucas and, through Bo's reckless actions, been awakened?

Later that evening, they sat at the large dinner table, Nora and William at opposite ends. Like most meals in the Wilde house, the mood was tense, with Lucas serving as the standard icebreaker.

"I think my old piano needs tuning," Lucas informed as he took a bite of the perfectly cooked lamb into his mouth.

"I thought you didn't use that old thing anymore," Nora commented, lifting her eyes from her plate.

"Well, I kinda picked it up again," Lucas replied, shrugging his shoulders casually.

"Well, I don't see the need since you have two perfectly new and tuned ones downstairs." Nora countered, her tone slightly on edge as she sliced her knife over the pricey meat.

"I'll send someone over tomorrow to fix it for you," William stated calmly from the other side of the table. Lucas turned his eyes to his father, sporting an understated grateful smile.

Nora's eyes ran through the table, botching a hole into William's forehead before she resumed meat cutting.

"Your bed was made this morning." She commented, her motions increasing in speed. "Where did you sleep?" She questioned.

Immediately, Bo's head lifted from his plate, his eyes scouring for Lucas'. But his brother's gaze was already engaged, defiantly challenging his mother's invasive line of questioning. Every cell in Bo's body screamed for Lucas as he desperately attempted to call for him telepathically. But it was like watching a car crash and being unable to prevent it.

"I slept in Bo's room," Lucas responded before the shattering sound of Nora's cutlery falling on her empty plate shredded the room.

"Jesus Christ..." Bo mumbled, taking his hands to his face and brushing his beautiful long hair off it.

"What is going on with you, Lucas?" Nora yelled, rising from her chair and slamming her hands on the table.

"Calm down, Mother. As usual, you're overreacting." Lucas stated calmly, his eyes locked on Nora, unafraid.

"Overreacting?" Nora shrieked.

"Nora, sit down," William ordered, his eyes on his plate. Nora scanned the table, finally locking on William.

"Don't you dare tell me what to do," Nora whispered, propelling William's emerald eyes to lift from his plate and burning through Nora's. "I didn't raise my child to sleep on a couch next to another person's bed like a dog," she prompted.

"Nora, that's enough." William's surgical voice pressed.

"Who said I slept on the couch?" Lucas stated from his seat, causing everything and everyone to freeze momentarily. "And Bo's not just some random person. He's your child, too, remember?" Lucas stirred.

Nora's head dropped, and her eyes closed, face shivering with outrage.

"This is all your fault." She finally whispered as she glanced at Bo, her raged words slipping through her clenched teeth.

"Leave him alone!" Lucas roared, his voice's potency crashing over the table like a tidal wave.

Everything went silent. Bo and William's heads lifted abruptly, stunned by the boy's outburst. Nora's tense body softened, pulling back slightly.

"Lucas..." Bo called, but his voice quickly drowned under the weight of his brother's now commanding presence.

"What is wrong with you? How can you be so cruel?" Lucas questioned, his words drilling holes into Nora's chest.

"Lucas...?" Nora questioned, her voice weakening with every syllable her son uttered.

"How can you treat your son like this?" Lucas questioned, his body rising from the chair. "You should be ashamed. Both of you." He continued, momentarily shifting his focus to William, whose deep emerald gaze faced his son's insurgency with prudent curiosity. "I won't be made to feel guilty for being loved differently anymore. I won't." Lucas stuttered, his stoicism momentarily faltering. "So, you better start treating him with some fucking respect..." He mandated. "Or I swear to God I will leave this house, and you'll never see me again." Lucas threatened, tossing his napkin on the table vigorously as he motioned to leave.

"Where are you going?" Nora questioned, her voice sounding desperate.

"Me and Bo are going out," Lucas announced with intent. He turned and rushed for the hall. "Cause we're not prisoners in this fucking house!" His thundering voice bellowed from the staircase.

You could hear a pin drop inside the now somber dining room. Without uttering a word, Bo got up and walked out, following Lucas up the stairs.

William slowly pulled his napkin from his lap, delicately cleaning the corners of his mouth before slanting back on his chair. He stayed there for a few seconds, looking at Nora with a condescending expression.

"Nice job," William uttered before rising from his chair and slowly walking out of the room, leaving Nora alone with nothing to entertain but the silence and the utter loneliness of her thoughts.

Back in the hallway, as he planned to run up the stairs to search for Lucas, Bo's plans were suddenly hijacked by his brother's shadow, which cornered the stairs and came toward him.

"Let's go," Lucas uttered energetically. His walk had a confident stride, but as Bo passed by him, he could feel the boy's inner turmoil.

He turned around and chased his little brother outside as he sprinted down the path leading to the garage. By the time they reached the sizeable electronic door, Bo had caught up to Lucas, who took a hasty glance at his brother and tossed something his way. Bo stretched his left hand, catching a silver remote with a key attached.

"Dad's jeep?" He questioned. But his comment fell on deaf ears. Lucas was already hopping inside the military green, four-wheel vehicle just inches from the main driveway leading to the property gates. Bo paused, watching Lucas get inside and close the door loudly behind him. Inside, the boy's blonde curls finally appeased, his head hitting the neck support. "What the fuck..." Bo mumbled, his head still boiling. He rushed inside and closed the door, turning to face Lucas. "Where to?" He asked.

"Anywhere but here." Lucas' voice replied, his face hidden from Bo's view as he stared vacantly into the window.

Bowie turned the engine on and drove into the gates, carefully steering the car before hitting the gas as the wheels ran through the outer layer of their house. For several minutes, both brothers remained silent, watching their home get smaller and smaller in the distance, their anxiety slowly jilting their bodies. Neither seemed able or willing to wrap their brains around what had just happened. Still, Lucas' action had punctured something, a veil of staged perfection that haunted their lives, revealing the ugly truth that stirred underneath like a silent predator.

Although he couldn't admit it, as they drove through the dark road towards town, it wasn't lost on Bo the courage Lucas had shown in defending him against Nora. His eyes peeked indiscreetly to the side, trying to read his brother's mood, but he couldn't. Instead, their lack of eye contact only fueled an invisible tension between them, made of rage, love, and lust. Bo pushed his foot down on the accelerator, provoking his brother's attention. But like a power match, Lucas resisted, and soon, the car drove 75 miles per hour on the narrow road. And that's when it happened.

"Pull over," Lucas whispered, his voice ticking like a bomb, franticly waiting to explode.

Bo pulled the brakes, sliding the car masterfully along the asphalt into the dirt patch by the side of the road, arresting the jeep inches from a large tree. The vehicle bounced slightly to the side before stopping, and as it did, Lucas lifted his ass from his seat, pulling his trousers and undies down, yanking his shoes off, his socks still hugging his feet. Bowie followed, removing his seat belt, trying desperately to undress inside the cramped space between his seat and the wheel. But before he could pull down his undies, already stretched to their limit by his 9-inch raging cock, Lucas rolled one of his legs over Bo and saddled him. Bo's groin tingled with a rush of blood as he felt his brother's cock push against his stomach.

"What the fuck was that back there?" Bo groaned, his breath becoming heavier as Lucas' cheeks started grinding on his shaft. "I had my dick hard the whole time." He joked, unleashing a soft moan as he felt Lucas grab his cock, pull it out and rub his already precum-soaked tip around his hole.

"Stop talking and just kiss me," Lucas whispered, his breath inches from Bo's mouth.

Bo obeyed, his body lunging forward, locking their mouths, which merged with a thunderous breath, tongue and lips embracing tightly. They started sucking on each other mugs, the corners of their mouths glistening with each other's drool, as Lucas stroked his brother's cock. Sensing the need for the extra lubrication, Bowie pulled away from Lucas' mouth and brought his hand up, licking the palm. Then, he shoved his hand inside Lucas' mouth, making the boy moan.

"You wanna get fucked? Is that what you want?" Bo questioned aggressively.

Lucas nodded energetically, his eyes closed as his brother's hand forced his jaw down with his fingers. Bo yanked his hand out and spit on it, taking it to his cock and rubbing the drool on it. He slid down and grabbed the base, pointing it to Lucas' hole. Then, he held the boy's waist with his free arm and pushed his brother's body down. He could feel the tight walls spreading to receive his shaft, eagerly embracing its presence. Lucas' body fell forward, his tongue diving back inside Bo's mouth. The stud's heart raced, escorting Lucas' dick as it pulsed and spasmed next to Bo's abdomen. And suddenly, without any warning, Bowie's hips shot up, his ass clenched tight as he began to fuck the boy's hole with brutal force. His motions were clumsy, resembling an inexperienced teenager, his body seemingly taking over his mind as if everything he had learned until now amounted to nothing compared to the feeling of Lucas' body surrendering to him.

"Bo..." Lucas stammered, his cheeks clapping loudly. His mouth unlocked from Bo's, hovering close to it as he moaned. "I missed that fucking cock so much..." The boy whimpered, feeling his hole being stretched.

Bo's fingers dug inside Lucas' silky skin, clutching his cheeks as he spread them. He slowed his movements, closing his eyes, trying to concentrate on the feeling of sliding his dick inside his brother's tight crevice. He stretched his fingers like tweezers and slid them around Lucas' sphincter, marveling at how wide it pulled.

"I'm loosening you up real good, this time..." Bo muttered in between lustful breaths. He suddenly felt a shot of liquid spew from Lucas' cock. "You're squirting...fuck...Lucas..." Bo grunted, unable to keep steady. He could feel his orgasm arriving.

"Come in my ass. I want your load inside me." Lucas entreated.

"Shit!" Bo hollered in rapture. His groan lingered like a wolf's howl as he felt the first ropes of cum squirting inside Lucas' clenching hole. His spasms were deep, solid, enduring, and magnified by his brother's eagerness to receive them. The stud could feel his belly warming up, the fiery strings of Lucas' white batter rippling against it. Bo's head snapped back, his eyes glowing with emotion.

"What's wrong?" Lucas questioned, his hips still slowly moving as he continued to fuck his brother's hard cock.

"Just dizzy..." Bo whispered, unleashing a gust of hair that pushed Lucas' blonde curls away from his face. The boy was still moving, his hips dancing slowly on Bowie's lap, and with each movement, the stud's body shivered. "You're milking me dry, Jesus..." Bo playfully mocked as he giggled idly.

"You're not getting soft." Luca's tender voice commented.

"Can you blame me?" Bo teased, playfully pushing his cock deeper into Lucas, the tip brushing against his prostate, propelling the boy to arch his neck back, open his mouth, and moan. "I don't even know where the fuck we are," Bo uttered, his head scanning the darkness around them. But as he turned his head, his nose brushing against his brother's shirt, Lucas' scent intruded on his senses. "What the fucked am I doing...?" Bo's voice mumbled, almost to himself, as his face dove inside the boy's shirt. As he did, he felt Luca's ass finally lift, a cold breeze hitting the base of his cock. "Wait...don't go." Bo pleaded, swathing his arms around Lucas. "Hold me." He muttered tenderly. Lucas aided his brother's request and let his body sink into the stud, his stretched hole hugging Bo's hard cock again. Lucas fell forward and clutched the stud.

"I know you're going to try and push me away," Lucas stated, his warm words moving inside Bo's raven hair. "Thinking you're protecting me," the boy continued, his fingers gently skating along his brother's neck. But you might as well give up now. Because..." Lucas said, pulling Bo's face up and forcing their gaze. "My soul and my body belong to you. My shield," Lucas finally professed.

"My prince," Bo replied, overwhelmed with emotion. Inside his brother's eyes was the source of all his strength—an endless ocean of light and unconditional love that, unlike William's, moved effortlessly, free from any constraints. "I love you, Lucas," Bo uttered.

"I love you, Bo," Lucas replied without hesitating, pulling his brother's neck and kissing his lips passionately.

Bowie fucked Lucas a second time that evening, their bodies never having pulled away from each other. Half an hour later, they sat in their seats, wiping the cum off their bodies before putting their clothes back on. They eventually decided to drive back home.

And there was no trepidation going in. No anxiety, no fear of getting caught or missing a curfew. Lucas' actions had roused their hearts, and their spirits roamed uncaged through the silent house, hands held together. As they reached the top of the stairs, their bodies swayed. Like so many times before, they readied to break from each other. But as they gazed into each other's eyes, smiling, they finally surrendered.

Bo pulled Lucas' arm, and they walked back to his room. And as they slept on Bo's bed that night, naked bodies bound together as one, they felt more powerful than ever.

[A week later]

Since Lucas' outburst, things have been strangely quiet and subdued in the Wildes' household. William has been absent from campaign meetings and fundraisers, lightening the burden on Bowie, who seems the happiest he has been in a while.

On the other hand, Nora had since been roving the house in a vile disposition, taking every opportunity to take her edge off by tormenting several house employees.

Lucas and Bo spent most of their time hanging around Aibee's house. They lounged on her porch, occasionally hit the pool, lunched, dined in Aibeleen's kitchen, and ran around her annex in their undies all day, just as they did when they were children.

"Feet off the table!" Aibee ordered, slapping her hand over Bo's ankles as she walked past the small coffee table.

"Jesus, Aibee!" Bo moaned as he woke up abruptly. Lucas' head lifted shortly after from his brother's chest, where he slept.

"You two have done nothing but sleep and watch TV all day," she jested as she took a large cake frame out of the oven. The scent of cinnamon and chocolate immediately revived both men from their stupor.

"Shit, that smells good," Lucas muttered.

"Watch your mouth, young man." Aibee scolded.

Bo slapped the back of Luca's head playfully before standing up and pushing his brother down the couch, trying to get ahead in their race for the first slice of Aibee's cake. As he reached the small kitchen counter, Bo went behind Aibee and snuggled his body into her, leaning forward and kissing her cheek.

"Love you, Aibee." He whispered, unleashing a tender smile on the woman's lips.

"Get the plates, will you?" she directed, pointing her chin to the cupboard above the sink. Bo opened it and took two plates out. "I have to go. Your mother is packing," she informed.

Lucas and Bo froze, immediately searching for each other's eyes.

"Where is she going?" Lucas questioned. But Aibeleen shrugged. She cut two slices and served them before going around the bench and walking over to Lucas.

"Go talk to her before she leaves," Aibee requested, grabbing Lucas' chin. "Please?" she asserted.

"Fine," Lucas mumbled, visibly annoyed by this sudden responsibility. But he couldn't say no to Aibeleen.

She smiled and walked out the door. Lucas got up and strolled to the table unhurriedly, slowly pulling his plate across the counter and grabbing his fork. He took a bite, closing his eyes as he felt the soft dough melt inside his mouth. He moaned softly before unfurling his eyes again, only to find Bo's alluring dark gaze waiting for him. He had a mischievous grin on his face.

"Are you hard again?" Lucas questioned, squinting.

"Maybe," Bo replied, holding himself back from chuckling. Lucas gently put down his fork, cleaned his mouth with a paper napkin, and walked over to his brother, grabbing his cock inside his hand.

"That's like 4 inches over maybe." Lucas teased, sliding his hand inside Bo's undies, his palm getting smudged with precum. "Is all of this from watching me eat cake?" He asked, with a smug. Bo just nodded, his eyes gazing at the boy with overwhelming passion. "Damn," Lucas whispered, purposely leaning into his brother and breathing into his mouth. He knew how this made Bo hard as a rock.

"You wanna take care of it?" Bo suggested, licking his brother's lips before stretching his arms and resting them over Lucas' shoulders.

"Fuck, yeah," Lucas answered without hesitation, his knees already bending to the floor. He landed between Bo's legs, his silhouette hidden under the counter. He grabbed the waistband of Bo's undies and pulled them down, the stud's 9 inches bouncing up like a slingshot. Lucas plunged his nose inside Bo's ball sack, sniffing it. Bo's scent had become Lucas' favorite thing in the world, his home. Having it around him, on his body, in his mouth, up his hole was slowly becoming paramount, his body and mind incapable of functioning properly without it.

He pushed Bo against the cold marble countertop, the stud's ass flinching as his smooth cheeks brushed against it. But as he looked down, Lucas' mouth was already diving on his cock, the boy's lips stretching around it sensually. Like second nature, he began sucking on it, holding the base with one hand and bobbing his head back and forth, glazing his spit over it.

"Do that thing with your tongue." Bo directed, his head falling back as his mouth gaped in pleasure.

"This?" Lucas teased, wiggling his tongue under Bo's perennial gland, ushering the 9-inch prick to spasm upwards before lunging his mouth forward again.

"Jesus Christ!" Bo exclaimed, his head falling. But as it did, he immediately flinched. Lucas' eyes smiled up at him, and the boy's lips stretched around his shaft. "Your eyes..." Bowie remarked, taken aback by their resemblance to someone's familiar gaze.

"What?" Lucas questioned, gasping as he pulled Bo's dick off his mouth. His lips were bloated and reddish.

"Come here," Bo ordered, pulling Lucas up, grabbing the boy's neck, and shoving his tongue inside his mouth. Their moans merged, Lucas's tongue swirling inside his brother's mouth. Bo felt a sudden rush as he tasted himself inside the boy's mouth, pulling his golden curls back aggressively.

"Did it remind you of him?" Lucas asked, the outer rim of his lips covered in Bo's spit.

"Lucas, c'mon..." Bo replied, slightly annoyed as tension formed, toeing the line between enticement and loathing.

"It's okay. Tell me." Lucas whispered, leaning his body against Bo and grabbing his cock. He slid his hands between their glued bodies and began to stroke the stud's hard, uncut nine-incher.

"Yeah...it did," Bo muttered with heavy breaths.

"Did he ever let you fuck him?" Lucas questioned, his voice eager to know. The tension was mounting, as was the rhythm of Lucas' motions. His other hand came in and grabbed the stud's sack. The faster he pumped his brother's meat, the quicker Bo responded, and soon, Lucas was holding his brother's truth by the balls. Literally.

"Jesus Christ..." Bo grunted.

"Tell me." Lucas insisted.

"No. He only ever tops." The stud admitted as he bit on his plump lips.

"How big is his dick?" Lucas drilled.

"You've seen it," Bo replied, letting his head drop and bumping his forehead with Lucas'.

"Does it feel good when he's fucking you?" The boy respired into his brother's face.

"Feels amazing," Bo replied instantly, his words unfiltered.

"Better than when you're fucking me?" Lucas continued, gently tugging on Bo's balls, which seemed to please the stud.

"It's different." Bo voiced, his words boiling with eros.

"How?" Lucas interrogated, feeling his hand being soaked in his brother's precum. His rock-hard cock dangled between Bo's thighs, the tip brushing against it.

"You're...peaceful, bright...like sunshine," Bo whispered tenderly, his words escaping from under his profound breathing. But soon, the tenderness melted, his tone shifting. "He's...harsh, melancholic...like rain in the dark," Bo uttered, his mind struggling to keep afloat.

"Can't imagine being fucked by a dick bigger than yours. Must feel amazing..." Lucas commented, his hand now pumping Bo's cock vigorously.

"When he fucks you, he doesn't just fuck your body. He fucks your soul." Bo mumbled into Lucas' mouth, his hands coming up and clasping the boy's face.

"That's hot..." Lucas whispered, chuckling softly. "Are you coming?" He questioned hastily. Bo nodded, and without missing a beat, the boy dropped to his knees and pointed Bo's cock into his mouth, the last strokes driving his brother's orgasm to the finish line.

Bo's head snapped back as the first strings of cum began firing. But he felt compelled to look down, his pelvis twitching uncontrollably. As he did, Lucas's eyes glanced up, his face layered with Bo's batter, gliding his tongue around his lips, moaning as he swallowed his brother's juice. Most of it continued to land on Lucas' face, around his eyes, nose, and hair, as he sported the most alluring grin of pure joy.

Bo began to shiver, taken over by that post-orgasm sensitivity, as Lucas licked the underlayer of his cock.

"That was weird..." Bo commented, taking his hands to his face.

"Why?" Lucas asked, grabbing a kitchen towel from one of the drawers and cleaning himself.

"I don't know. It felt like you were both sucking me...at the same time." He stated, his hands sliding up, drawing his luscious raven hair away from his face.

Lucas finally pulled the towel from his face and tossed it on the counter, his eyes down. They lingered in silence until the boy's gaze surfaced, locking on Bo intensely.

"Would that be something you'd want?" Lucas questioned. Bo squinted, surprised by how out of character Lucas's question sounded.

"I need to take a piss..." The stud replied, his eyes abiding on Lucas elusively as if the boy's inquiry had stirred something inside he couldn't admit to himself. He rushed for the bathroom.

As the door closed, Lucas began wandering around the kitchen. He eventually picked the plates from the counter, ran water on them, and tossed them inside the sink. He swiped a wet cloth, brushing the crumbs off the marble counter before his eyes fled out the window, scanning the main house in the distance. He glanced back, his ears tracking Bo's movements inside, before he rushed for the door, attempting to exit Aibee's kitchen unannounced.

He walked up the steps, through the kitchen, and into the main hall. He strolled up the stairs to the second floor before finally halting in front of Nora and William's room. Standing under the doorway, he could already feel his mother's perfume. He knocked on the half-opened door.

"Can I come in?" Lucas asked, his words soft and disarming.

"Yes," Nora replied. Her tone wasn't cold but slightly aloof as she moved around the room, her eyes scanning left and right for clothes and accessories. "Can you grab that turquoise hat for me, please?" She asked, pointing at the round velvet box in one of the wardrobes. Lucas strolled over and picked the box up carefully, placing it near one of her suitcases. "Thank you, darling." She said, her eyes undeterred from her chores.

"Are you packing for that dreadful convention?" Lucas asked, jumping casually on her bed. His feet accidentally touched the duvet.

"Watch it," Nora warned, slapping one of her son's feet. Lucas pulled down and sat on the edge. "The Conservative Women's League Convention. Yes," she replied.

"God, I don't know how you still put up with it," Lucas commented, his eyes rolling with disgust.

"This year is crucial with your father's potential nomination and all. He needs all the support he can get. And we know that if you want to get the men to vote, you must persuade the wives." Nora patiently explained. But her voice sounded off, unusually robotic.

"Sneaky." Lucas teased, unearthing an understated smile from Nora. Lucas' gaze dawdled on his mother as she graciously fixed her hair in front of the mirror. "I'm sorry." He stated. Nora's hands halted, her eyes shifting to her son's reflection in the back.

"For what you said?" She questioned, raising her eyes for the first time since Lucas had arrived.

"For the way I said it." Lucas countered. Nora giggled, the sound almost unnoticeable.

"I see." She uttered, her eyes shifting their attention back to her hair.

"I wish we'd talk more." The boy stated.

"Don't be silly. We talk all the time." Nora brushed off, sounding unbothered.

"Not about things that matter," Lucas replied, pulling his legs up and clutching his knees with his arms. "What I'm trying to say is...I wish you'd open your heart to me." He requested, finally garnering his mother's full attention. Nora turned around, her fingers teasing one of her earrings.

"You're my son, Lucas. Not my friend," she said, her arms leaning against her dressing table.

"I was hoping I could be both," Lucas stated, his body rocking gently back and forth.

"Since when have you become so wise?" Nora commented, her guard finally coming down. "You must stop growing up immediately," she jested, stretching her hand and calling Lucas over to her. He smiled and rushed to her arms. Nora enveloped her child, her eyes closing. Otherwise, I won't be able to protect you," she whispered, almost to herself.

"Mom, are you happy?" Lucas questioned with endearing bluntness. The boy could feel Nora's body grow around him, her embrace tightening.

"You're the light of my life, Lucas," she whispered, her fingers diving inside his golden curls. But that life already existed before you came along," Nora added, her words embedded with meaning. As long as we can be like this...I'm satisfied," she finally stated.

Lucas didn't say anything. He knew this was his mother's way of conveying what he already knew. Nora was a woman whose heart was layered with secrecy. Despite his attempts to reach her shielded spirit, Lucas would probably never truly understand her, and what moved and motivated her would remain as elusive as her emotions. But Lucas' compassion was as relentless as was the light he bore inside, one that seemed to illuminate everyone and everything around him. And this light appeared to tame the darkness that gradually brewed under their feet.

But for how long?

Nora eventually left later that afternoon. And it was not lost on everyone inside the house how the mood immediately changed. It became lighter, smoother, and warmer. Bo and Lucas moved back into the main house and barricaded themselves in Lucas' room the rest of the day, lounging and taking short naps as they lay naked inside the bed, their bodies unable to stir away from each other.

Night came, and a silent mantle of peacefulness fell over the property. There hadn't been a night as quiet in who knows how long, and as such, every breath of wind brushing against a branch or a patch of grass could be heard in the distance. Lucas slept peacefully in his brother's arms, his body weary from being fucked by Bo for the last few days. But Bo was watchful, the comfort of Lucas' presence in his arms threatened by a lingering disturbance in his spirit.

And it was then, as his eyes grew weary and began to shut, the stud was suddenly awakened by a bright light coming from the main gates. His heart rate dropped, and the anxiety that was keeping him vigilant melted away slowly. Whatever part of Bo's heart was missing had finally docked. William was home. But he was early, Bo thought. He frowned as he lofted his body slowly before pausing to look down at Lucas. And there, lit by the moonlight, he finally realized the truth that had been scratching its way out of his heart's prison.

His love for Lucas could never grow unless his connection to William was severed. And he would die before he let him touch Lucas willingly. Bo's thoughts began to wander back as far as the night of his eighteenth birthday, Blanche's words hammering inside his head. Could their future truly be set, as the ebony queen phrased? And if so, why was his soul compelling him to betray his destiny? Despite his sense of responsibility to save Lucas from going down the same path, the truth was Bo's cock twitched at the thought of the two most significant men in his life being together. Were his most profound desires betraying his heart when he pledged to keep Lucas safe, or was he, as Blanche professed, attempting to rewrite what God had already set in stone?

His mind raced, bringing with it a sense of unease. He slid off the bed, trying his best not to wake Lucas. Bo wore undies and an oversized t-shirt and tiptoed out of his brother's bedroom. As he reached the base of the main stairs, he stopped, chuckling to himself. He realized he was still hiding even though no one was around to catch him. His pace normalized, and he rushed for the door, a particular determination in his walk as he sprinted to the greenhouse, whose lights flickered from inside as they lit up. Bo approached the door and looked up at the surveillance camera tucked into the upper right corner of the large doorway. Seconds later, it clicked open from the inside. He walked through the open area, past the playroom, and into the bedroom. William waited for him on the couch, still sporting his suit pants and shirt, with his tie knot disheveled.

"You're early," Bo said in an annoyed manner.

"Business was done." William calmly stated as he rolled a joint.

"What, no boys to fuck this time?" The raven-haired stud provoked.

"Lots of them," William replied, eyes scanning the boy like an emotional X-ray machine. "But nothing worth staying there for. Not when I have you here. Waiting for me." He clarified. Although his words sounded crude, Bo knew that this was William's way of saying he loved him.

"I'm not in the mood," Bo stated, fighting off his urge.

"Get your ass over here," William replied, grinning.

"No," Bo stated, taking one step back.

"What do you mean, no?" William questioned, his eyes squinting with novelty.

"I don't want to keep doing this." Bo stuttered, his words being plucked from his mouth like rotten teeth.

"You've been fucking him again, haven't you?" William astutely concluded.

"I love him," Bo confessed. William paused, his expression indecipherable, until a gentle smile finally pushed through.

"So do I." He uttered.

"No, you don't. You want to own him. Like you do me and everyone else in this fucking house." Bo fired, emboldened. William pulled up, placed the joint gently on the large ashtray, and started walking towards Bo, who stood his ground, his chin slightly lifted in defiance.

"Is that what you think I do?" William replied. Contrary to his usual demeanor, he didn't seem keen on asserting authority. In fact, Bo's words had somehow triggered a sudden sadness in him.

"Yes..." Bo whispered as William finally stopped, his father's fingers climbing his arms. "Just let me go. Please. I beg you." Bo pleaded, eyes gleaming with unshed tears.

"Why?" William asked, brushing his fingers delicately over Bo's lips.

"Because...I won't be able to." Bo revealed, finally releasing his tears, which fell silently over his cheeks.

"Bo..." William whispered as words seemed to fail him.

"I can't quit you." Bo finally admitted, letting his head fall on William's chest.

Suddenly, from behind them, a voice thundered with the uttermost softness, the words fanning across the greenhouse.

"Then don't," Lucas uttered. William and Bo's bodies shuddered in shock, stepping away from each other. The boy stood a few feet behind them, wearing nothing but a short, white silk robe cinched around his waist. "You can keep us both," Lucas said, his eyes locked on his brother's tear-soaked face.

"You would do that for me?" Bo questioned, turning to Lucas.

"Of course, I would. We're a family." Lucas stated. There wasn't an ounce of trepidation or uncertainty in his statement.

"Lucas...how did you get in here?" William questioned.

"I found the spare card key in your office." Lucas clarified, propelling William to raise his eyebrow. "I'm a sneaky fucker, Dad. Remember?" He mocked, turning to William.

Then, surprisingly, Lucas began walking in his father's direction, his step slow and alluring. Their eyes locked, propelling an emerald outburst to occur. As he reached both men, the boy effortlessly slid between the two, whose own bodies seemed drawn to Lucas. They stepped forward and pressed against him.

"Are you sure about this?" William questioned, gazing into his son's eyes. His lips brushed against his nose as Bowie pushed their bodies into William.

"What do you think?" Lucas replied, taking his father's hand and brushing it over his hard cock. William chuckled nervously. "You know...that night at the party? When I played that piece for you?" The boy recalled.

"Yeah?" William whispered, inebriated by his son's charm.

"I played it like you were fucking me," Lucas stated. "Like you were shoving your big cock inside me the whole time," Lucas confessed, dusting his words into his father's lips, teasing out his breath.

"Jesus Christ..." Bo muttered from behind them, his fingers reaching for the silk robe's strap and opening it.

"And everyone fucking cheered." Lucas continued before pausing. An overwhelmingly powerful silence lingered momentarily. "So...how wrong could this be?" He concluded before grabbing his father's neck and pulling him in.

Lucas's lips touched William's, softly first, a gentle peck, like an entrée, a palate cleanser. He could feel Bo's soft mouth brushing against his neck, so knowing he had his brother's blessing, Lucas finally leaned forward and passionately slid his tongue inside William's mouth.

He had never felt so alive. All his senses became instantly heightened, every cell in his body awakening from a long slumber. William's bulky arms grabbed his waist, pulling him closer, and as he did, Lucas felt his robe skate off his back, Bo's warm chest now dressing his back. His father's breath moved around him like a cloud of smoke, tongues lacing inside their locked mugs. And there they remained for several minutes, Lucas and William's tastes becoming acquainted as their bodies owned against each other. Lucas closed his eyes, savoring the moment and the feeling of his father's hard cock rubbing against his thighs. Eventually, William pulled away, his mouth traveling down the boy's neck, his beard sanding Lucas' smooth skin.

"My sweet boy," William whispered as he gently kissed Lucas' neck.

Lucas let his head fall back, dropping on Bo's shoulder. He opened his eyes and looked at his brother, whose dark gaze smiled back at him.

"You're so fucking sexy, Lucas," Bo whispered before lunging his lips into his brother's mouth, licking and sucking on them greedily. From under them, Lucas moaned uncontrollably, his whole body detonating jolts of electricity.

William's mouth continued to descend along his son's body, his tongue skating along his soft skin. But suddenly, he pulled away, walked to the bed, climbed into it, and reclined into the large, soft pillows.

"Come to me," William ordered, looking at Lucas.

From under Lucas' curls, Bo's eyes rose, locking on William. His lips pulled away from his brother's neck, his right hand towing Lucas' long curls away from his face, allowing the boy to gaze at his father. William sat facing them, one hand stroking his monstrous cock and the other resting behind his neck as he stared at his boys, smiling. Lucas' hands grabbed Bo's arms and pushed him away, leaving his brother and strolling into the bed. As he reached the foot of it, Lucas crawled his stunning naked body over to his father, exposing his pink hole to Bo, who stood there, watching silently as his brother walked away from him.

For a moment, an unforeseen anxiety slowly encroached inside as if carrying with it a sense of loss. And as he heard William's voice, he felt himself lose Lucas.

"Are you ready to suck on that cock?" William groaned, looking down at his younger son.

From where he stood, Bo could see Lucas' head nodding, but he couldn't see his brother's expression. And as the boy's head dove down into William's crotch, Bo was flooded with a profound despair. Sucking sounds began enveloping the room, merging with Lucas' soft moans and struggling breaths.

"Easy. Take it easy, boy." William directed, his hands and fingers sliding inside the boy's golden hair as he glanced down, grinning at his eagerness.

Bo thought how stupid he was to believe he could compete with William. That Lucas would ever be safe inside the "emperor's" grasp. Bo's body stumbled back, his head feeling slightly feverish. And it was only as he turned around to leave that he finally heard his brother's voice.

"Where are you going?" Lucas questioned with a heavy breath. Bo froze, his body turning back to follow his brother's voice. Lucas' head was turned to him, his lips bloated and drizzling with spit.

"I thought..." Bo stuttered. But Lucas' empowering words intercepted his brother's.

"Come over here and eat my ass." The boy ordered. There was an exploding silence in the room as Bo and William's eyes met, bringing with them a mutual acknowledgment of sorts. A strange yet alluring realization that Lucas' true nature was finally coming through. A prevailing fire that had grown, unperceived under his innocence and fragility, eluding all. Bo walked over to the bed, and as he crawled up to Lucas' hole, the boy's hand pulled Bo's head into it.

"What the fuck is happening..." Bo stuttered, his words blowing against Lucas' sphincter, which puckered eagerly. The boy turned forward and resumed sucking on his father's cock, his throat devouring 7 inches of its thick meat.

"He's finally owning his name," William replied, his words fueled with pride as he gazed down, smirking. And then, he let his head fall back, clutched Lucas' hair, and began thrusting his hips into the boy's mouth, the gagging and slurping sound erupting from under it.

Bo chuckled nervously, his laugh quickly turning lustful and full of eros. He lunged his mouth inside Lucas' hole and began licking it, his tongue expertly navigating that now familiar place where it had spent countless hours exploring. The boy's moans fired, fused with his hectic breathing as he tried to take in William's cock inside his mouth.

For about five minutes, you could barely hear anything among the slurping, gagging, and spit-fueled sounds coming from both ends. That is, until Bo's head finally snapped back, his lips releasing a loud pop as they disengaged from Lucas' drizzled gap.

"Damn, dude..." Bo growled, his eyes wholly inebriated as he stared at his brother's cunt. William's head came up, his hips thrusting deeper. As he did, Lucas began to release these whimpers, gasping as William occasionally allowed him up for air.

"Go ahead. I want to see you fuck him." William ordered.

Bo nodded, pulling forward and rubbing his precum-oozing tip around his brother's crack, letting a string of spit fall from his mouth into it. He lifted his ass slightly and aimed it at an angle, lunging down slowly. Immediately, Lucas' mouth pulled away from William's dick.

"Jesus fuck!" Lucas gasped, clenching his body for a few seconds before he descended, gliding like a snake, his face landing inside William's crotch. His hand still held his father's monstrous cock, stroking it. "Bo..." He mumbled as he felt his brother's cock poke his prostate.

But by now, Bo knew every complexity of Lucas' voice. And without missing a beat, he began plowing away, his hips slapping against his brother's perfect bubble ass, whose cheeks wiggled delightfully with each jab. His hole stretched effortlessly, accommodating Bo's every inch with a heartwarming acquaintance.

"Open your pretty mouth, boy," William remarked, holding Lucas' hair and forcing the boy's throat down his cock again. Lucas swallowed the gigantic shaft, his red lips stretching thin around it. But instead of fighting it off, William felt his son's throat become more temperate, widening slowly. And for the first time in his life, he felt someone's forehead hit his abdomen. "No fucking way..." William mumbled as he realized Lucas had swallowed all 11 inches of his outlandish cock. In seconds, the boy's face became flushed, looking like a bomb ready to explode. Sensing this, William tugged the boy's hair, pulling out, his cock sliding off his son's mouth like a snake.

"Jesus Christ!" Lucas shouted, between convoluted coughs, his body being thrust forward by Bo's hips, head falling over a blanket of his father's blonde pubes. His watery eyes finally opened, gazing up at the monster he had just swallowed. Eager to test his resolve, he slid it back into his mouth.

"Good boy." William groaned. He leaned forward, his chest hovering over Lucas' head, and pulled Bo in, forcing the raven-haired stud to fall over his brother, his cock drilling deeper inside. Bo looked up at his father, his mouth slightly opened as he endeavored to keep his pleasure-driven eyes open. "Come here, you," William stated, shoving his tongue inside Bo's mouth, who moaned as his pelvis continued to drill inside Lucas' taint.

Soon, his sounds were caged in a prison of pleasure, rapture, and lust. One levied by the two men he looked up to the most in the world. And Lucas was surrendering to every moment of his volitional captivity. Bo fed his hole with the comfort of every inch of his cock, which Lucas had learned to know and love. But inside the boy's mouth, William unfolded not only his lips but also his son's knowledge of what pleasure could mean. Be it taken or given.

"Fuck!" Lucas moaned, his mouth popping off William's cock abruptly. "Oh my God..." He incoherently mumbled as he buried his face inside his father's bush.

"Pull out. Let me see it." William directed, calling for Bo's attention, who seemed eager to continue. The stud begrudgingly drew his hips back, carefully sliding his dick out. As soon as he did, Lucas' hole queefed loudly, spewing a delightful musky odor. Bo's eyes blinked, all his senses basking on the scent. As he looked back at William, he saw it. The smile. Bo knew what was coming. "Move," William ordered.

Bo reluctantly agreed, their bodies moving as one, crawling around Lucas, who fell into the bed, his ass still lifted, hole puckering as it tried to close up. Bo and William had switched places, and William now stood behind Lucas, slowly stroking his cock. Bo squeezed gently under the boy, whose head slowly nested into his brother's smooth chest, eyes unfurling gradually.

"Bo...?" Lucas mumbled, a gentle smile on his lips as he brushed his face against his brother's skin.

"Yeah?" Bo replied.

"I love you," Lucas professed, his emerald eyes searching for his brother's comforting, dark stare. His brother was there to greet him, as always, Holding Lucas in his soul's embrace and reminding the boy how much he mattered.

And then, from Bo's eyes, tears began to tumble just as Lucas' eyes gaped, feeling William's 11-inch cock slide inside him unceremoniously. The blonde hunk's head fell back immediately, overwhelmed by the warmth of the boy's hole.

"Lucas...I..." William stuttered. Bo looked up, his hands holding his brother's head close to his chest. And as William's face came back up, their eyes locked. Bo squinted, incredulous by the emotion displayed inside William's regard.

Never in Bo's life had that man looked at him like that. It was a foreign stare, reticent and unknown to him. That man, damaged by a mysterious past and scared by whatever love he had lost, now stood before Bo, his soul, and spirit suddenly exposed, seemingly mending. As if Lucas' insides wrapped around his cock was somehow bandaging his heart from a deep wound, a permanent scar around his heart.

"Daddy...it hurts..." Lucas' muffled voice broke from under Bo's hands, who swiftly slid further down, searching for his brother's mouth. He leaned in and kissed the boy passionately. And it was there, at that moment, when Lucas opened his eyes, that he finally realized. His love for Bo was thicker than their blood and more vital than their name. They were soulmates. And there was nothing he wouldn't do to see Bo happy. "Is this what you wanted, Bo? Does this make you happy?" The boy questioned, his body soaring forward, heeding William's thrusts.

"Yes. So much..." Bo replied emotionally.

"My shield..." Lucas moaned, his eyes closing in pleasurable pain as his father pushed himself into him with rampant starvation.

"My prince..." Bowie groaned, holding his brother's head tighter in his embrace.

And there, inside that dome, built to shelter their true nature from the outside world, William fucked his younger son for over thirty minutes, honoring every inch of the boy's body with his sweat and joyful tears. And all the while, Bo watched, smiling as he guided Lucas through it. With all his character flaws and contemptible behavior, as Bo gazed at William fuck Lucas' hole into oblivion, he couldn't help but concede and admire just how incredibly powerful of a lover William was.

"Grab me the joint." William finally uttered, his whole body dripping buckets of sweat that landed softly on Lucas' pale back. Bo tried to skate away but immediately felt his brother's hand clench his bicep.

"It's okay, Lucas. I'll be right back." Bo claimed, smiling. He squeezed from under the boy and rolled off the bed, walking to the large coffee table and grabbing the joint. He lit it and took a couple of drags, blowing the smoke up before turning around. As he did, he stopped, watching William's body fall on top of Lucas, towering over him.

"Oh shit...oh God..." Lucas moaned, his head shaking as he rubbed his face against the silk sheets. "What the fuck..." He sighed, the pleasure overwhelming.

"Shhh...you can take it," William replied, hips pushing relentlessly into Lucas' cheeks. With each thrust, the boy's hole queefed, now loose, stretched thin like a pussy. Lucas extended his arms up, his fingers pulling the sheets as he tried to tow himself up and away from William's ravaging. "Where do you think you're going?" He questioned, taping his son's mouth with his hand and rolling their bodies around. He was now on his back, holding Lucas' shivering body on top of him, his dick still shoved inside the boy's hole.

"Dad, please..." Lucas pleaded. But William had no intention of stopping, his stamina steadfast. Lucas' legs fell to the side, widening his hole even more and allowing his father to resume his drilling while Lucas' hard cock slapped against his stomach, a string of precum accompanying it.

Bo strolled around the bed, admiring how the drapes cut William and Lucas' bodies like frames in a picture. He would tilt his head, beaming, knowing exactly how his darling brother felt at that moment. The boy's legs bent up, his toes curling in ecstasy as William drilled into him.

"Here," Bo said, extending his hand as he held the joint. William paused, grabbed it, and took a prolonged drag, part of the ashes falling over the sheets. He stretched his arm and extinguished the joint on an undersized ashtray, bringing back his hand and locking it under Lucas' kneecap, driving his dick deep inside the boy again.

"Get in here, boy." William directed.

Bo crawled over and kneeled into William, locking his tights inside his father's, his dick throbbing viciously. He began stroking it, the precum-soaked tip inches from Lucas' stretched gape. He finally leaned forward, pushing it inside, feeling it slip out a couple of times as it brushed against William's moist shaft.

"What the fuck, Bo..." Lucas's weakened voice uttered. But it was too late to turn back.

Bo's cock slid inside about three inches before he felt his brother's body freeze with shock. Then, slowly, it settled, his legs falling gently by the side. Seizing this opportunity, Bo grabbed William's hips and pushed inside, feeling his father's cock pump blood under his.

"Oh...my...God." Lucas mumbled, his words seemingly bringing everyone's senses to the height of their climb.

"Fuck!" William groaned as Bo moved his hips slowly, grinding his father's cum out of him. Soon he felt William shoot, every muscle in Lucas' asshole clenching around them.

"Daddy..." Lucas moaned, neck bending back as his head disappeared inside William's shoulder.

"My beautiful boy...my Lucas," William replied as his hips shivered in rapture, his cock pumping load after load inside his son. A rare sweetness in his voice devoted to the most extraordinary of moments.

Lucas' words propelled his body to move slightly, making both cocks pop out, just in time for Bo to aim his orgasm at the boy's stomach, his loads firing consecutively over it as he stroked his nine-incher. And as the last shots fired, Lucas finally came hands-free, his dick spamming rope after rope of his stout white cum over himself, his cock pulsating with sensual determination as he did.

They all collapsed, bodies piled up, sweats prompting them to slide sideways before landing softly beside each other. As their breaths hovered back down from their strenuous race, their minds lingered in a hypnotic high, a strange and mystical state brought on by the transcendent moment they had just experienced.

They lay there for several minutes in silence as words availed them. And it felt like an eternity had passed before Lucas' voice finally broke through their entangled bodies.

"Dad?" The boy's mellow voice called.

"Yeah?" William replied. His gaze seemed eerily vacant, like a wave that lingers on the sand after it reaches the shore.

"Can you have someone bring my old piano down here?" Lucas asked, rolling to the side and lacing his leg over Bo's crotch, his thigh rubbing against his brother's cock. William turned his face, endeavoring to conceal his smile from the boy.

William rolled to the side, lifting his exhausted body off the bed and walking to the couch. He sat on the edge, lifting his cigar box and pulling a Cuban out, clipping the edge and carefully placing it in his mouth before lighting the tip. From under the smoke, his eyes scoured the bed. Lucas leaned into Bo, their lips already entangled.

As he reclined back, his naked body resting comfortably on the sofa, William's eyes shimmered with sentiment as he now became a bystander, a spectator of Lucas and Bo's love. William thought it was a sight to behold as his lips unfurled into a tender smile. But with it came a creeping gloom, the view before him emulating a remembrance of a time lost or forgotten.

"I love you, my prince," Bo whispered as his legs crossed his brother, shielding him. Seconds later, his arm lifted the silk sheet, lacing it over them like a peaceful, shielding cloud.

William's eyes quivered, and his body rose, but not before grabbing his phone. He walked around the couch and over to the back of the greenhouse, near the giant projector and pool tables. He reclined his naked body over the wood structure that ran around the tall vines and held his phone up, staring at the monitor. The light stemming from it reflected in his emerald eyes. He paused and glanced at the bed, several feet away, listening to the boys' whispering voices chattering under the sheets before finally swiping his finger on the screen and dialing someone.

"Hey, it's me," William announced. His voice sounded different. Strangely subdued. "We haven't talked in a while, but...you know...I..." He stumbled, obviously laboring to find the words. "This is fucking stupid." The blonde hunk whispered with ambivalence. He lingered there, holding the phone to his ear as he looked around. "I was hanging out with the boys tonight, and...it got me thinking of us." He resumed, his tone regaining some vibrancy. "We sure had some good times together, didn't we? I miss it...I miss us. Things were...simpler then." He added, smiling. "Sometimes I wish..." William hesitated before his words stumbled again. "Never mind. You'll probably delete this, anyway." He finally stated, abruptly ending the call.

William punched his hand down, his eyes closing, signaling a profound misery. He placed the phone down, leaving it on the edge of a small vase before tracking the boys' moans back inside.

The glow on his phone began to diminish, but his last call could still be read on the screen.

"JOHN"

 

(To be continued...)