Date: Mon, 9 Jun 2014 09:06:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jason Fowler <goodtime32087@yahoo.com>
Subject: PHONE SEX WITH DADDY - CHAPTER TEN

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"You said you'd always protect me." I said pulling up to look into his
eyes.

"Oh fuck." He swore softly before running his thumb across my cheek to
eliminate the tear.  "It's like a knife to my gut to see those tears in
your eyes, Baby. I am so sorry I broke my promise."

I tried to silence him. There was no need to prolong pain. He moved my
hand.

"I can make it up to you." He held me tightly staring down into my eyes. "I
know who is responsible for the attack on your Dad."

******************************

PHONE SEX WITH DADDY CHAPTER TEN

I had no idea what Coach was talking about. How could he know who did all
of this? He wasn't involved. I just couldn't bring myself to believe that
in any way he was involved in hurting my father and new boyfriend. It was
just beyond the scope of reality. I tried to reason things through my head,
but nothing I could come up with would make sense. The fact that I was
exhausted after days in the hospital with my dad was another problem.

"What do you mean you know who is responsible?" I asked looking over at
him.

"Jeremy?" The voice caused me to stand straight up and my head to jerk
toward my father. He looked back at me from the bed. It's hard to try and
capture what all happened in the brief moment. I felt a huge rush of
relief, my entire body tingled as I felt tears coming on, my eyes stung and
flooded with tears, and I just stared.  My father was awake after so many
long hours he was awake!

"Daddy?" I said moving to the side of his bed. John stayed at the end and
watched carefully.

"Hey," he said in a very soft voice like he'd just woken up from a deep
slumber. I guess, in most ways he had. "What are y'all talking about?"

I froze and I felt John staring at me even though I never looked at
him. That was nothing Dad needed to hear right now. He had a long road of
recovery ahead of him and the last thing he needed to worry about was what
John was about to tell me.  Indecision racking my brain I decided to try
and protect him.

"Nothing that can't wait." I moved onto the bed so I was sitting right
beside him. "How do you feel?"

"Horrible, what happened?"

"You were attacked. Do you remember anything?" I asked taking his hand into
mine and avoiding the IV carefully as I slowly stroked his knuckles with my
thumb. He gripped my fingers tightly and in that moment I knew everything
would be okay.

"I don't remember anything really." He tried to shift to sit up in the bed
and I could see pain shooting through him.

"Dad, be careful. You lost a lot of blood, and you're pretty much bruised
from head to toe. How much pain are you in?"

"Nothing your old man can't handle." He tried to smile, but even that
looked like it hurt.

"Robby, why don't you get the nurses to give you something? There is no
need for you to be a hero right now." John said moving to the other side so
Dad could see him. I glanced over and smiled at him. His eyes were soft as
he looked at my father. I pressed the call button, and a moment later a
nurse walked in.

"Look who's finally awake." She said walking past me and the shooing me off
the bed. I didn't like that at all, but I knew she had to do her job. The
plump woman messed with Dad's wires, checked his IV again, and then
injected something into the port. "This will help with some of that pain."

"Don't put me back to sleep. I want to see my son." My heart squeezed a
little at his words.

"This won't put you to sleep, but if your pain gets too bad call me back."
She glanced from him over to me and then back. "You really need to rest,
sir."

"Thank you," I said ceasing her reprimand. We didn't need someone else
telling us what we already knew. She had given him his medicine it was time
for her to leave. She looked between the three of us and then reiterated
the fact that Dad needed rest before leaving and pulling the door shut.

John and I stayed and talked to Dad for a couple more hours and tried to
fill him in but still let him rest. He still looked bad, but so much better
than he did when I first found him on the floor. I'll never forget that
sight. It will haunt my nightmares for quite a while, I'm sure.

"John, thank you for being here with Jeremy." Dad finally said. We both
looked at each other and then smiled softly. It was nice to have his
comfort.

"Yes, thanks John. You've been great, but if you want to go I can take it
from here." I said.

"Actually, I have a different idea." Dad said and we both looked over at
him. "John, would you do me a favor?"

"Anything, Robby. Just name it." He said suddenly very serious.

"Jeremy looks exhausted, and if I'm correct he hasn't left the hospital
since I've been here." I blushed at Dad's words. He was indeed right, but
surely he understood.  "That's what I thought. Would you mind taking him
home and letting him get some sleep?"

"What?" I asked dumbfounded. "I'm not leaving you here alone."

"Son, listen to me. You're absolutely exhausted. I am okay, and I am only
going to be sleeping. Please go home, take a good shower, and get a good
night's rest. You look like a zombie."

I knew he was right. I checked him over one more time, and then I gave him
a deep kiss without putting any weight on him. I didn't want to hurt
him. "Fine, I'll go home. I'll call you tonight, and I will be back early
in the morning. I don't want to miss the doctor. I love you Daddy."

"I love you too, Baby." He rubbed my cheek and then I kissed him again and
left.

We climbed into John's truck and headed down the road. I watched the
streetlamps rush by and the last few days ran through my mind. It would be
nice to sleep for a little while in a bed.

"Jeremy?" John said shaking me awake.

"Crap, I fell asleep. I'm sorry."

"Hush, you need it. I hate to wake you, but we're home. Do you know these
cars in your driveway?" I looked out the front windshield unsure of what
I'd find. But there the two cars sat, and I knew both of them. Dylan's car
was parked beside Ben's Jeep.

"Yeah, I know them. Park behind the Jeep." When we parked I opened the door
and climbed out.  Dylan got out of his car and began walking toward us.

"Can I help you, young man?" John said stopping him.

"He's fine, John. I need to talk to him."

"Okay, let's go inside." I followed John inside as Dylan followed me. His
face was very somber.

"Jeremy! How's your dad?" I heard as I walked in the door. Ben grabbed me
in a tight hug but then winced.

"Careful, Ben.  Dad's awake, and he's going to be okay. He made me come
home and sleep but I'm going back early so I can be there when the doctor
makes rounds. How's your broken rib?"

"Not broken actually. It was just bruised. It's a little sore, but I'm
moving." I breathed a sigh of relief knowing he would make a full
recovery. I could only pray that Dad's news would be as good the next
morning. "Who's this?"

"This is Dylan. Dylan this is Ben and John." I introduced them and they all
shook hands.  "I need to talk to Dylan for a minute."

"Okay, Ben and I will go make something to eat."

"Uh, no.  That's where all the blood..." I stopped as the image flashed
through my mind.

"I took care of it." Ben said stepping forward and kissing me. He had no
problem kissing me full and hard right on the lips in front of the other
two men standing there.  It was just a quick one, but damn did it carry
weight. It felt like he was staking his claim to the other males in the
room. It was embarrassing and incredibly hot at the same time. "We'll make
you something."

I watched as Ben and John walked into the kitchen. I couldn't quite wrap my
head around the fact that Ben had cleaned everything up. That was a
horrible job that he shouldn't have had to do. I'd talk with him about that
later.

"Jeremy, can we talk?" Dylan asked bringing my focus back around.

"Yes, we need to. Let's go in here." I pushed the doors open to my father's
home office and we both sat down on the leather couch leaving the doors
open.

"I heard what happened, and I am so sorry." He began.

"How did you hear what happened?" I asked suddenly put on guard. His words
struck something inside but I wasn't quite sure what it was.

"I never meant for any of this to happen."

"What are you talking about? How did you hear what happened?"

He looked away. None of this was making sense. The weight of what had
happened, the exhaustion from the past few days, and the fact that I hadn't
been sleeping well was not helping. It felt like the answer to my question
was just out of reach. Just beyond the fog of confusion I couldn't seem to
breach.

"Wait, you knew?"  I stepped back starring directly at him. His face said
it all. He couldn't quite keep the regret or shock out of his look.

"Let me explain."

"Did you know?" I asked feeling my breath hiccup in my chest. My entire
body went hot with fury. This man who I thought I could trust was really
behind it all?

"Yes, I knew, but let me explain..."

I felt my knees shake. I tried to lock them so I could stay upright. I
clenched my fists tightly at my side suddenly wanting to hit something,
anything. "What did you do, Dylan? How could you hurt my father?"

"Wait, I didn't hurt him. I was with you."

"So you had it done, that's the same thing. Do you know he almost died? Is
that what you wanted? You wanted to kill my father? Why?" My voice was much
louder and strangled through my emotions.

"I never wanted him killed. I didn't do..."

"Get out." I screamed and pointed at the door.

"Let me explain, Jeremy."

"You don't get to explain. Get the fuck out of my house!"

"What is going on?" Ben said rounding the corner.

"Dylan was just leaving." I said. I'm sure Ben saw the look in my eyes as
he stopped just beside Dylan and stared.

"Jeremy, please." Dylan said pleading.

"No!" I screamed. "Get out or I am calling the police!"

Dylan hung his head and turned. He walked to the door and then stopped
turning back. The look in his eyes was sad, but I was too furious to
care. The man had hurt my Father and Ben. As far as I was concerned he was
dead to me. I watched as he left and then turned to Ben.

"I am going to take a shower. I feel horrible."

"Okay baby, do you need some help?" He asked wrapping his arms around me as
I walked to him.

"I'm ok. Just need a shower and then I'll be down to eat. I'll explain
everything." I looked up into his eyes and he kissed me lightly on the
lips. His eyes were beautiful even with the concern swirling beneath the
depths. He let me go and I walked upstairs.

I made it into the bathroom and closed the door. I turned on the shower to
full blast as hot as it would go and then I stripped and stepped under the
scalding water. It felt good beating against my skin. The hot water rushed
around me and I instantly felt the cold deep to my soul.

My mind raced with everything that had happened, and I couldn't take it
anymore. I had reached my breaking point. I slid down the wall of the
shower so the water was now raining down directly above me and I lost it.

The tears and sobs started low in my stomach but were soon at my throat. I
buried my face in my hands and cried. Unable to console myself and having
the freedom to break down in private I let the entire weight settle over
me. The coldness and the darkness both struggled against each other inside
of me. The dark thoughts of what could have happened, how much worse it
could have been. The cold realization that I could have been left alone
nipped at me. My Dad and Ben both could have been killed.

I shivered even under the hot water. The warmth no longer seeping into
me. I was cold and alone in this dark place. The fact that I knew the
person who was responsible was another dagger through my heart. How we had
been out to eat while it was happening. Oh God, the way he purposely kept
me out longer than we had planned.  It was all racing through me. It was
too much for me. I couldn't seem to get my mind all the way around the
reality I now found myself, so I gave in to the darkness.

******************************

Dylan slammed the door to his car and walked straight past the reception
desk. He knew exactly where he was going and it was all going to be
over. He was finished.

He punched the elevator call button, but when it took too long he pushed
the doorway into the stairs. He quickly took the three flights of stairs
that barely left him winded and then he found her room. Three hard knocks
and then the door opened.

The woman had her hair down and it was wet as if she'd just gotten out of
the shower. The large white bathrobe she wore was evident also. He didn't
care.

"I won't take much of your time. I just came to tell you I'm finished." He
said flatly just inside the door. His words didn't faze her. She still went
about making a drink and then mixing it with her finger before she licked
the liquid off. He stared at her keeping his distance. If she was capable
of having Jeremy's Dad beaten to death, or nearly, then there is no telling
what could happen.

"You don't want your money?"

"I never agreed to anyone getting hurt." He said ignoring her question.

"You knew people would get hurt."

"Not almost killed!" He blanched. "I don't know what kind of sick game
you're playing here, but I want no part of it. No amount of money is worth
taking someone's life."

"No one died, Dylan." The look that crossed her face was not on of
indignation or even relief. It was regret. She was sorry alright, but not
over what happened. She was upset by what didn't happen. He was in way over
his head with this one.

"Listen, I just want to wash my hands of the entire situation. I don't care
what happened or didn't happen. I never agreed to anyone getting hurt, so
since that has happened I am out. Now, let's just leave each other alone
and live our own separate lives."

"It's not that simple." She said moving over to the bed. She sat down and
then patted the spot beside her. He stayed where he was, but then she
patted it again. He moved over and sat on the far end away from her. "You
see, you know too much. So, to ensure you don't go running your mouth I'm
going to need some security."

"What do you want?" He sighed seeing this was going nowhere good. He just
needed to appease her and escape. Then he could find Jeremy and explain
that he had no part in hurting anyone. He would make Jeremy listen, and
then he'd leave him alone once he understood the truth. He owed that to
Jeremy, but first he had to get away from her. He glanced over at the door.

"I have enough evidence to pin the entire incident on you." She said
softly. He jerked his head back around and stared at her like she had three
heads. Frame him for attempted murder?

"What the hell are you talking about? What evidence?"

"If I know Jeremy, and believe me, I do. He probably thinks you're behind
all of this." He tried to keep the confirmation off his face, but it didn't
work. "I thought so.  Such a stupid faggot."

"Don't call him that." He said through clenched teeth.

"You don't have any ground here, Dylan, so shut up."

"I do have ground. Jeremy might think it is me, but I know it is all you
and I can prove it. You are a monster and if you threaten me again, I will
expose all of your sins to Jeremy."

The reaction was not at all what he expected. He was waiting for her to
throw some threat back at him, to scream at him, or something that could
express the anger he knew had to be boiling inside of her. But no, not this
woman. This woman was cold, and she turned even colder until she was living
ice. She stood and walked directly in front of him. He swallowed looking up
into her eyes suddenly very unsure of what was going on.

She pushed him back on the bed and he rested against the headboard, still
having a way out and the leverage he needed. Then she really knocked him on
his ass. She pulled at the belt of the robe and the terrycloth fell to the
ground. She stood completely naked in front of him.

"Okay, you win." She said moving over to the bed. "We both have our
secrets, and I think we'll become stronger if we work together."

She climbed up on the bed and found the snap on his jeans. His body
betrayed him and his cock instantly rose to what was happening. He helped
her make quick movements of his clothes and then they were both naked. Her
nipples peaked and he saw her tremble lightly. She was as excited as he
was. Maybe they could work together?

She climbed on top of him and reached between them to grasp his cock. He
gasped feeling her tight fist hold him as she kissed up his chest to his
collar bone.

"I – I don't have a condom." He said breathlessly.

"Don't worry baby, I've got one." He felt her reaching to the small table
beside the bed.  She opened the drawer and he looked into her eyes. Her own
arousal was thick and he felt her shift back settling her weight fully on
the bed.

Then he suddenly felt a sharp pressure in his abdomen. Her smile faded as a
determined line settled on her lips. Something warm ran down his
stomach. Then she moved and he felt his body tearing. He gasped as the pain
shot through him. He reached down to grasp her hands but she had
stopped. When he pulled his hands back up he saw the dark crimson blood
covering both palms. The blood was hot and slicked. It was his blood.

He looked down and saw the blade still lodged in his abdomen. The large
gash ran across his body where she had cut him open and his blood was
running like a river. He felt cold and couldn't see clearly. He gasped
again unable to breath. The pain was excruciating as his body registered
the enormity of what was happening. Alarm bells sounded in his mind,
adrenaline flooded his veins. The veins that were now emptying onto the
bed.

"Shhh." She pulled him against her still naked body. She was now to his
side and her own body was stained with the blood. His blood. "It's okay
Dylan. Just let go. Feel the cold darkness. Let it have you. Surrender to
the darkness. There will be no more pain."

Her voice was soft whispers. She was trying to soothe him? After she had
just given him the fatal blow. A true monster.

"No more pain." She said again and he latched on to those words.

"No – pain? Do – you – promise?" He asked and heard the begging in
his own voice. He couldn't stand the pain. He silently plead for
mercy. Sweet mercy that would save him.  The darkness was soothing. He
could feel it slowly bleeding through his veins where his blood had been.

"None at all.  Just embrace it. You've done well." She whispered and he
felt a single tear slide from his eye.

With that, the heartless monster watched as the light and the life left his
body.

******************************

"Jeremy? Wake up, baby." I heard. I shifted very stiff from where I had
fallen asleep. I opened my eyes and looked up to see Ben.

"What?"

"Are you okay?" Ben said turning off the water and then pulling me into his
arms. The water had turned cold and he felt so warm. I wrapped myself fully
around him and he sighed. I felt him lift me up and I tried to stop him.

"No, baby. Your rib."

"Is fine, now settle back down in my arms. I've got you." He pulled me
tighter against him as he carried me out into the bedroom and then laid me
down on the bed. He stripped off his clothes and then pulled me against him
as he climbed into bed with me. It was the same bed we'd shared before only
this time Dad wasn't there.

"I need to call Dad before we go to sleep. I told him I would check on
him."

"Sure baby."  He said turning over and grabbing my cell phone off the
nightstand. He dialed the number for me and then handed it to me. "Want me
to leave you alone?"

"No, we're all a family." I said and curled back into his arms. I felt his
stiff chest relax and the phone rang.

"I was hoping you'd gone to sleep and were resting." My Dad answered the
phone and I chuckled.

"I am laying here in bed with Ben wrapped all around me so I'm about to but
I had to check on you first."

"I'm fine. I was just about to go to sleep." I heard him say and then he
yawned. That was a good sign. He was comfortable enough, even without me
there to sleep. I knew he was right and I needed to sleep too.

"Goodnight Daddy, I love you. I will see you in the morning."

"Goodnight baby." He said and then hung up. I handed the cell phone back to
Ben and looked at him. His smile was soft as he brushed my hair out of my
eyes.

"This is a beautiful sight." I looked over at the doorway and saw John
standing there.

"Come join us."

"I can take another bed..."

"No. Please."  I paused and looked between them. Suddenly very nervous to
put my voice to such a stupid fear, but I needed them both to know. "I need
to feel safe with both of you here."

I knew it was low and maybe a little below the belt to play on their
protective instinct. All of these men in my life had that weird caveman,
overprotective, loving aspect about them and I wouldn't change it for the
world. John smiled and walked over to the bed. He pulled the covers back to
slide in.

"Sorry coach, no clothes in this bed." Ben said.

John didn't say a word or even let the words affect him at all. He quietly
shed his clothes and then slid in behind me. I felt both of them wrap their
arms around me and I shivered. The deep, icy cold that had settled in the
pit of my stomach began to thaw. I felt the warmth of the two strong male
bodies bleeding into me and I loved it.

That night I went to sleep feeling safe. A feeling I hadn't felt at all the
last few days and now I was almost happy again. Once Dad returned home to
me, everything would be perfect.

******************************

I woke up the next morning wrapped in muscled arms. Ben's face was in my
throat and I felt his breath dancing across my upper chest. I pushed back
but felt nothing. I turned slightly and glanced over my shoulder, but it
was empty. John wasn't there.

"Good morning, baby." Ben said pulling me tighter against him and kissing
me deeply. Our eyes were both still heavy lidded and I pushed against
him. Both of our hard cocks were crushed against each other.

"Good morning."

"Jeremy, don't you ever scare me like that again." He pulled back and
looked down into my eyes. His face was sober and I knew he meant it. He was
terrified.

"Scare you?" I tried to lighten the moment, but it wasn't happening. "Do
you know how horrible it was? To walk into the kitchen and find you tied up
and bloody, and then to see Dad like that."

I felt the shiver run through my body again and then a tear splashed on my
face. Ben was crying.

"I am so sorry." He said putting his face down until our foreheads
rested. I kissed his cheeks as the tears ran, drinking the salt drops. "I
can't imagine what you've been through."

"Everyone is okay. You are okay, Dad is going to be okay, and I am okay. I
have you both now. I love you both so much."

His lips crashed into mine and my own tears prickled at the corners of my
eyes. I pulled him directly on top of me and wrapped my legs around my
hunky footballer.

"I need you."  I gasped and he did not disappoint. He moved into position
directly between my legs and I felt him lube me up from the tube on the
table. Then he was inside of me.

It was not a rushed action. There was no claiming, we both knew I already
belonged to him.  At this moment in time it was just us. Two young lovers
that had been through a horrific incident and we had survived. I kissed him
deeply sucking on his tongue as he settled his hips flat against my
bottom. He was completely inside of me and I felt a calm come over me.

I was in love with this man. He was in love with me, and this was pure love
we were making.  My hands ran down his back, I parted my legs even farther
and felt him sliding ever deeper. Trying to make us one. We moved in
perfect synchronization. He kissed my throat, my hands found his plump ass
cheeks and I massaged them.

He growled against my chest as he took my nipple into his mouth and I felt
my ass tighten around him. He softly kissed and lightly suckled the tender
nipple. He rolled his hips so we both felt the movement inside of me and
his stomach caressed my hard cock between us.

I stared directly into his eyes and brought my hands up to cup his face. He
moved slowly within me driving the fire even higher. Nothing rushed, just
love.

"I love you so much, Ben. Don't ever leave me." The words were thick and
full of emotion.  Something I would normally think was incredibly cheesy
felt perfect in that moment. His eyes softened and his nostrils flared as
he looked at me.

"I love you too, Jeremy. You are mine forever, Baby. I am never leaving. I
will have you in my bed for the rest of our lives and I will protect
you. We will all protect you Jeremy, because we all love you."

I pulled him down on me as the single wave of orgasm washed over both of
us. I felt his cock thicken and he was spurting his seed deep inside of
me. My own orgasm felt like an extension of his. As if our connection was
that deep and that intimate we shared the same orgasm. It slowly snaked
through my nerves and muscles.  Tingling first through my limbs and then
settling in my groin. He moaned as my first spurt shot between us.

We were pressed together tightly so it didn't make it far and he thrust up
into me again to add to my pleasure. I locked my ankles behind his back and
enjoyed the incredible sensations. He kissed me and the orgasm continued. I
felt myself throbbing though I couldn't count the number of times I
shot. It was all lost in the haze of love he was holding around us.

Two young men who had been through the hardest thing in their lives were
now wrapped up in orgasmic bliss. Both of us laying here in this bed. Both
of us desperate to know the other was not only okay, but that we were there
for each other. Alive, well, and in love.

When he rolled off of me I wasn't sure what surprised me the most, the flow
of semen out of me or the way he pulled me onto his chest and still held
me. It felt like he needed the constant reminder I was with him. Not that I
minded at all, I also felt the tightening in my gut to know that he was
okay.

Gone now were the images from that night. Replaced by beautiful love for
Ben. Knowing he would be okay with me and my father. Silently I prayed the
relationship could work. What defined a relationship? That seemed to be the
question on everyone's mind anyway here lately. Who's to say my father, Ben
and I couldn't make it work? I loved them both so much.

John. I loved him too. Another complication? I had no idea. That was
something I would think about later. Now, I was wrapped in Ben and the pure
bliss.

******************************

An hour later I walked downstairs showered and dressed and I smelled bacon
cooking. I followed the aroma and found John with bacon, eggs, and biscuits
on the table.  The newspaper sat at the corner beside the coffee pot.

He walked over and kissed me lightly on the lips before pushing me over to
the table. Ben walked in and sat down beside me on the other side.

"Damn, smells good coach!"

"Ben, call me John. We did share a bed last night." We all chuckled and he
nodded.

"This smells delicious." I said feeling my stomach protesting since I had
missed supper last night.

I dove in. The food was delicious. Salty bacon, fluffy eggs, and pillowy
biscuits. I washed it all down with creamed coffee and enjoyed the food. I
could get used to this. We ate in silence, all of us enjoying the meal.

The time had come. I had to tell them about Dylan. I didn't want to, but I
wouldn't start a new chapter with baggage from the previous. It stung a
little that I thought of Dylan as baggage, but he had made the decision
himself.

"We need to talk." I said and felt John's hand close over mine.

"Yes, we do. I need to tell you about your mother." My stomach tightened. I
had successfully put all of that out of my mind, but it came flooding back.

"Baby?" Ben interrupted looking up from the paper. "Isn't this the guy that
was here last night?" I looked over at the newspaper and saw a picture of
Dylan below the headline reading:

YOUNG MAN FOUND MURDERED AND DUMPED IN FRONT OF POLICE STATION.

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