it stayed in the family verseXgambol

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Coda had this fire around him, these last years. From having been a rather sweet daddy's boy growing up, he stepped out of his old man's shadow and met other boys. He could be considered a late bloomer, but a full wild garden when he sprung. His bones lifted him taller than most other contemporaries, and he hung some muscle on that otherwise spindly frame, too, mostly around his vast shoulders. His youth showed in the other, long limbs and the taut skin on his face. He shared some of those features with his father, too.

Going from cute to handsome overnight gave him power in his social circles. It was a power he came to abuse. He had loved his own metamorphosis and tired his best to push others through theirs as well. His dalliances were as eye-opening as they were hurtful to those he forced them on. Perhaps not everyone wanted to be as free as him. There certainly were a couple of broken hearts in his wake, when he taught them about themselves.

There were other sins; chemical, physical. Broken bones. Just a boy being a boy, really, following toxic impulses and perhaps old traditions. One thing was for sure, Coda was enjoying himself, likely too much, because he knew all his new pastimes were wrong. That's what made them delicious. From having been an obedient child into this barely adult, he was eating and choking on all the things he'd been avoiding, judging and out right feared when he still listened to his parents.

He was in his parents rooms now, because dad had asked him. He was sitting on the edge of the bed that he'd run to when he had nightmares as a kid. Nestled between his parents he'd be safe. In the daylight coming in from the window, hitting all the trinkets he hadn't seen in a while since he was never in here, he felt a bit nostalgic. And maybe that was why his old way of thinking reared itself. Why had dad asked him here? This would be a private conversation, with mom working the garden outside. From this angle she'd have to tend to the bushes right under the window to see in.

When dad had asked, he had been tense. Coda couldn't help but guess which of his sins dad might have discovered, even if dad hadn't looked grave in that way. He'd almost looked... embarrassed? Coda tugged the tie off his dark hair and kept the tie around his wrist. Black t-shirt and blue jeans on his lengthy frame. Maybe we are all reduced to the children we were, when we're waiting for our parents to see us, for a talk? He felt defensive, and still a bit reassured. He knew the kind of shame his lifestyle brought on the holier parts of his parent's personalities. He just thought they'd pretend they didn't know until he moved out.

 

[Gambol]

Kash prided himself a traditional family man, and the patriarch of their small family. His wife was perfectly content with that so long as she could maintain her small flower design shop on the side. Thus, they came to a mutual agreement that while Kash would handle their bills and mortgage, Mira could focus on keeping their house well-decorated with rustic farmhouse china and tweed throw pillows.

Their marriage became the envy of their close-knit social circle. And while it seemed the happy couple were untouchable; their son had a mean streak of youthful wiles and impulses. Coda was often a subject of controversy as a result, especially among the neighborhood moms that Mira had surrounded herself with. It was for that reason Kash and Mira, who usually worked out their problems amicably, clashed.

Mira could not understand how her sweet little boy could change so much seemingly overnight. She took a more proactive stance when it came to disciplining Coda; either by taking away his privileges or admonishing him severely.

Kash was more passive. Coda had always been daddy's little boy growing up, and thus it was habitual of Kash to give him free reign on self-indulgences. Sure, he got by with a few slaps on the wrist, but boys will be boys, and Coda was a lot like him in his youth.

However, there was something that Kash had been hiding from Coda and Mira in fear of uprooting their family unit. It was a desire that had not been weathered with age, but instead, became exacerbated throughout the years since he said his wedding vows. And recently, it had become increasingly true the more that he had learned of his son's escapades.

It was a sexual attraction to men, and Kash was unsure just how to go about navigating it.

Thus, that Sunday afternoon when his wife was out in the back weeding her flower beds, Kash had sat his son down in their bedroom.

"Coda, there's something I want to discuss with you—something I have been keeping away from you and your mother. Promise me that you won't say a single word to her." Coda inherited his dark hair from him. Kash's own dark locks had a few streaks of gray in them, but for his age, and the fact that he played tennis as often as he could, he was still in decently good shape.

He tightened his fists, finding it difficult to even find the words to breach the subject of his sexuality. Finally, after a deep exhale, Kash opened his eyes again to gaze at his son. "You have...more experience with this kind of thing—men. Fucking men, loving- Looks like the apple didn't fall far from the tree." He let out a bitter chuckle as he turned his gaze away to stare ahead of him.

 

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Already when his father came into the room Coda knew this wasn't going to be a normal talking-to. There wasn't the confidence of anger or the posture of disappointment in the older male. Instinctively, Coda already felt like he had the upper hand. But he was confused too when his father sat down carefully beside him. While they still hung out, their family was close despite the things the son had started to do, it had been a while since he and his father had sat this close.

He found himself leaning closer when Kash started speaking. Almost as though he didn't want to miss a word, since they came out rather delicate. He got the feeling he might not get another chance to hear them, if he missed them the first time. And, as he'd grown rather predatory during his nights away from this home, he sensed that his father was being vulnerable now. It made him want to know even more.

The confession that spilled out seemed to be a long time coming, and the son knew what it was before his father even stopped talking. What a delicious morsel. He didn't have to think much about what to do next. He'd been put in the perfect position to take advantage, so he started the process. He put his hand on his dad's shoulder, a gesture that would forever be altered now that he knew what was in Kash's heart. The hand stroked inward to dab fingers on the back of Kash's neck. It'd feel affectionate, but Coda also laced the caress with something else.

"That's alright dad. I'm glad you told me." he said and wrapped his palm around his father's neck from behind, to reassure but also to establish some form of dominance already, playing with the hairline there. "I'm here for you. I think it's important you share everything with me. It's going to be safe. Just let me know everything you're feeling." he continued and scooted closer. It was hard not to grin and show Kash exactly what he was thinking, but he managed to keep his understanding and engaged expression.

"Like, what makes you think you like men, dad? Tell me what you like about them. Is it, like, physical?" he prodded. He knew his dad loved his mother, so it wasn't hard to gather that there was a physical attraction to men that had to be at the base or start of this. And the more he could steer the conversation that way, the more he'd get his father on track for what he now wanted to do.

His other hand landed gently first ontop of his father's thigh. He turned toward him on the bed and stroked both the back of his neck and thigh, all disguised as gentle physical connections, but also trying make his father think of the things that Coda wanted him to talk about and bring up.

 

[Gambol]

Kash found himself relaxing against his son's touch. For as long as he could remember, he had been a rather physical man. And he supposed a lot of it eventually trickled down to Coda, who displayed similar tendencies when he was around people he cared about. A lot could be said through a simple pat on the shoulder or a fist bump. Kash liked to tousle his son's hair, or sometimes throw him over his shoulder when he was younger. Sometimes that translated to roughhousing as expected of a close father son duo.

But Coda eventually outgrew his daddy's boy phase and Kash's business took off. He didn't think it'd be much longer until Coda eventually moved out. And being so young and strapping, would he have been surprised if he ended up knocking up a girl along the way?

Well, but gossip gets around town quickly. A small part of him dreaded the fact that his past could be dredged up again. And one after another, here he was, admitting to his son that he had and always will attracted to the same sex despite marrying a woman.

The bed dipped as Coda's body inched closed to him. Nothing was out of the ordinary. If anything, Kash seemed to appreciate the sentiment. His son still loved him.

"I don't know, Coda," his gaze was still fixed to his opposite. "I guess- i don't know. Everything." How could he explain adequately that it drove him crazy when he was dominated by a bigger man? Or forced into submission by someone who exuded masculinity? His wife had always been more of a follower than a leader in the bedroom. And although it was nice, sometimes he wanted someone else to take the lead.

Once or twice, his eyes might have strayed, but he had stayed loyal to his marriage. Thus far anyways. He became conscious of the way Coda was stroking his thigh, and Kash swallowed hardly.

"Coda, you shouldn't be asking your old man shit like this. Right?" Oh, but deep down, Kash loved to suck cock. There was something so intimate about throating an entire dick and being so satisfied afrer as load after load flooded his mouth.

His pants felt like it was tightening, and damn, he was forced to uncomfortably reposition himself so he didn't accidentally show how aroused he was. Fuck, he shouldn't be having such thoughts, especially with his son so close like this.

Kash cleared his throat and finally dared to look at Coda. And suddenly when he was gazing into his eyes, he found himself enraptured by the way they seemed to stare into his soul. It made his face hot.

"Damn it, Coda. I shouldn't be having this conversation with you. My marriage; your parents marriage is too important. .v

 

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He could feel the heat coming off his father. He could even smell the difference on Kash's skin. So Coda continued to nurture it. Even if dad knew about relationships, he hadn't been trying to seduce another in an aggressive way for a while. That's all Coda did when he go the chance, these days. He could apply the right pressure, depending on what he wanted. He could decide how his father would leave this interaction. It's a rite of passage to physically overwhelm your own parent, but maybe he wanted to do more than that. And it seemed Kash wanted that too, even if he was trying to deny it.

As evasive as the older male was being, his flush said it all. Not that he was being coy, or that he was trying to get something off his chest that was hard, but the signs that his son could read were fuck me. So Coda let him blabber on, and get it out, while applying a more intimate massage to his father's thigh. Kash didn't know it, thought he was plying with the thought of leaving this conversation and never coming back, but he was actually handing over the reins to his son. It was a common mistake.

"I'm asking to help you, dad." Even though Kash turned slightly, Coda had well clocked the rise in his pants. It was hard to miss. Which meant this could only go one way now. And Coda would make sure it happened soon. When he got the chance, he burrowed into his father's eyes. Sitting close like this, Coda put on an encouraging, but dominant expression, to make Kash feel as though he was safe, but also wouldn't be able to fight back if he chose to. Almost a bit scolding.

"I'm the only one you can ask, dad." he said to correct his father. "We don't have to tell mom." he assured him, which also held some suggestion. "Like that time you found my stash." he said and ran his hand through his father's hair, making sure to rake the scalp intimately on the way. "Now it's time you show me how you're feeling." he said and placed his other hand on his father's knee, and the turned him back toward him, to present the bulge clear as day. It was fucked up that a father could get a hard on from his son by what little they had done, even if it had been by Coda's intention.

He leaned in, hand locked behind his father's neck to keep him there, bending Kash's head down, to he make the man look at his own restrained cock. "I want you to be honest, dad. Show me. I'm your son. You can be yourself with me." And even placed a kiss on Kash's temple before he let go, and leaned back slightly. "Take it your cock out. And tell me what you like about cocks, what you think about doing to them."