Hostile Merger

 

 

 “Dad?!” I said walking into my kitchen scratching my abs. My old man was sitting against my counter, with my coffee mug in hand. He had on an open sweater and jock strap, pouch bulging.
 
“How’s it going, son? Didn’t think I’d find out what you and the grandson were up to, did you? He smirked. The same annoying one he’d given me all my life. As if he always knew better and I was just too stupid. Though for the first time in my life his face looked more… I don’t know… gentle? No condescension baked in.
 
“What are you talking about? How did you get in here?” I asked. There was no way he could have known my plans. “Where are your pants?”
 
“My grandson let me in, how else?” My dad was enjoying himself. “Lost my pants on the way in.”
 
I wasn’t going to squirm. Dad could make himself comfortable in my home to throw me off all he liked, but My son and I had all the cards. Dad had been running our family business into the ground and refused to listen to reason. Almost made me think I was crazy, but that son of mine had my back. No longer an intern, he had great ideas my dad was stifling down. It was like my dad wanted us to fail. 
 
When Mr. Whitcomb walked into a room, he demanded attention and reverence. My dad without a doubt. I saw his fancy leather shoes more than his face as a kid. Couldn’t make eye contact unless I had something important to say. He treated me more like an employee than his son. I fell into the role so naturally having been raised as his perfect yes man. 
 
I had been determined my family would be different. I wouldn't raise a son who was afraid to look at or confront me. Stupid me. I should have paid more attention. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have walked in on my dad, fucking my then-wife across his desk. I was young, coming into my mid 20’s. They had never gotten along before based on his treatment of me. But my father said he wanted to personally apologize to her. Our son had only just been born and there they were having a good time. My dad’s suit pants were around his knees, ass pumping and I saw everything. His thick cock, fat balls. The same stuff I was working with. We were twins in every aspect below the belt. I don’t know what he said but I know he charmed her. Which meant my voice would never reach her again.
 
A man like Mr. Whitcomb didn’t say anything as I brought the papers for the day. His cock completely stuffed inside my wife. She was moaning his name, cock drunk, not even aware I was in the room. He finally grunted, cumming like a proud lion inside of her. His fat cock flopped out. Sperm oozing around her lips on his tip. When he looked at me there was no glee or pity, just business as usual.
 
I can't even say my dad uniquely targeted me. There were countless stories of my dad sleeping around with our business partner’s wives. Only my naivety made me not consider I was on the chopping block as well. I told my wife then and there I wanted a divorce and I was keeping our son. She didn’t fight me on it.
 
Most people would think I should have quit. But I didn’t know how to do anything else. I was exactly who my dad had raised me to bed. I had no skills or qualifications beyond working under him.
 
To ignore my personal life, I buried my attention in my son. Ryan was never once taken in by my dad. I don’t know how or why, but the magnetism my dad had over people seemed to fizzle out when it came to Ryan. Every interaction went over like a led balloon. I have to admit, parts of me were gleeful about it. Someone who my dad couldn’t manipulate or control through my games. And once Ryan took up wrestling the bulk he got made him more physically imposing as well.
 
My father, THE great Mr. Whitcomb, accepted it as generational rebellion. Unlike him, but he was getting older, I thought he didn’t have the fight in him. Looking back, I think that was the start of his spiral. A person standing against him, which in turn inspired me to speak up more. My father started making bad decisions for the company. Someone needed to step in to take control, and the board wanted it to be me. My son and I spent the entire summer plotting and staying up late researching how to save our company. We were in our final week before ousting my father. He had no idea.
 
Or so we thought.
 
Because now he was in my house bothering me.
 
“Where is Ryan?” My eyes darted around for my son. He was a specific blend of collegiate jock and nerd, that could spend all morning raiding our fridge while working through a book. If he was tromping through the house I would have heard it. My dad chuckled as I turned back to him. Then it hit me. The sweater he was wearing, small on his arms, was Ryan’s.
 
“Isn’t it obvious?” My dad stated. He raised a hand over his chest rubbing at it. “I told you. He let me in.” 
 
Why did it take so long for me to recognize how dark my dad’s hair was? He had gone gray a long time ago. I had just assumed he dyed it, but his chest hair dark too. There was a white center like a silver back gorilla, but the rest was a jungle of black fur I hadn’t seen since I was a boy. His facial hair was salt and pepper with a deeply dark mustache. My mouth didn’t have the ability to conclude what my brain was thinking.
 
“That is to say,” my dad continued. “I merged with your son.” He took a sip of his coffee. “He answered the door, which was perfect for me, and I stepped right into him. From there his body started processing mine. I made him absorb me. More importantly, I had to know what you two were planning. Once our minds joined it became so obvious.” He laughed to himself, staring at the cup.
 
“Have you gone crazy, dad?” I said in disbelief.
 
“Have I?” he tilted this head, “Or did this nifty little necklace resting on my chest from an antique shop shave years off my life…or add some in your son’s case.” He flicked the small pendant. 
 
“That’s not true. That’s not possible.” I retorted.
 
“Then where is Ryan?” He asked the one question that had taken the wind from my sails.
 
My father had fused himself to Ryan? No way. There was no way I was ever going to accept it.
 
“Don’t believe me.” he set the coffee back down. “How about I tell you something only Ryan knows?” He walked towards me, standing up to his full height. An inch of tow taller than before. His footsteps made the kitchen shake. I moved back, until I was up against a wall. His hairy chest collided with mine, keeping me trapped.
 
“Graduation Vacation.” he said.
 
—
 
My son hopped onto the adjacent hotel bed, belly down, as his ass jiggled in his gray boxer briefs on impact. We didn’t wear any pants when it was just us. He had on hoodie and socks and went completely slack when his body hit the mattress. His head turned to me, letting out a laugh.
I was so busy watching his smile I didn’t notice he was looking at my waist.
 
“Horny much?” Ryan stated.
 
My eyes went down to where my boxer briefs had tented immensely. That was my problem. I got turned on and the whole world had to know. I have had the problem since forever. My hand palm over it frustrated. My father and son had similar weights in their soft bulges, but only mine seemed to want to betray me. “I guess so,” I admitted to him. “Traitor,” I mumbled to my cock, so he didn’t hear.
 
“Do you always get hard, looking at me?” Ryan asked, cheek smushing on the pillow.
 
“No, this,” I pointed at my cock, “is new.” I let out a sigh. My son, the then ‘new’ state wrestling champ, had put on a ton of size that year. His frame had exploded upward and outward. He had tried to maintain his weight class, but his body was in pure protest. His coach had him work with it. Ergo, my son started tracking beef around my house and wherever he went.
 
“Is it the muscle dad? “He teased, holding up his hoodie covered arm. “You into it? Into me?” he laughed, white socked feet swaying side to side off the edge of the bed.
 
“I got hard, so I must be.” I turned the sarcasm up in my voice. But my son, he heard through my charade.
 
His arm dropped on the bed with a flop. His brown eyes just stared at me. He was moving ever so slightly, hips grinding into the bed. We didn't say anything. I just watched and listened to his breathing get heavier. His underwear showed his glutes flexing as he pressed into the bed. “Do you think about doing things with me, dad?” His hips stopped.
 
My twitching cock already gave away my answer, but I had a more succinct one. “Mostly when you strut around without clothes.”
 
He laughed, “Mostly? that’s all the time dad.”
 
I’m sure I was blushing by then. That’s not the way my mind had seen it.
 
“Want to come over to my bed, dad?” He asked, lifting his head up, elbow on the bed and resting his cheek on his palm. I kneeled up on my bed facing him, my cock acting like a divining rod at him. There was a gap between my waist and waistband as my cock pushing it further out. “Come on then,” he nodded me over.
 
My foot hit the floor and time accelerated and slowed at once as I made my way over, crawling onto his bed. He flipped over, pulling off his hoodie, and baring his body to me. Pecs, arms, abs, and thighs; it didn’t end. Hard-earned muscles waiting to be appraised. He watched me, drinking him in and his adorable smile only got wider. I was suffering from information overload, my hand hovered over his form, feeling the heat rise from his skin. He reached for my hand and pressed it down to his abs. My hand moved on its own, studying and remembering every crevice. Ryan’s free hand went for my underwear, and I assisted stepping out of them. Lusting, throbbing inches of Dad cock hovered over him. I went lower in my exploration, rubbing over his dick and balls.
 
A string of precum glistened as it dripped onto Ryan’s torso, my cock hovering above it.
 
“Woah, guess you REALLY like that.” He chuckled. Not the boyish giggle he had just years ago. This was strong and resonated out of him and deep into me.
 
“No question, son.”
 
“Want to hold the actual thing?” He gripped at his waistband waiting for an answer. Once we proceeded there was no turning back. His face was looking at me. Expectant. A simple nod was all I gave.
 
That was enough.
 
He slipped his underwear off in one fluid motion. His cock was waiting because it slammed on his torso with a meaty THWACK. Under the shaft were low hanging balls. Just like me. Just like his grandfather. I took control of it, wrapping a paternal hand lovingly around it stroking as he moaned. My cock continued to spill on him and he said nothing, not even when he gripped it and more came out.
 
“Can I taste you?” I asked, looking at him. I know he could feel how hard my cock was twitching; I was staring at him gripping it.
 
“Whatever you want dad.” he smiled.
 
My mouth was on his cock like a leech. I wanted to plant face first in his pubes, but I had to work up to it. He had the same unforgiving inches of son cock, as I did separating me from my goal. His scent was my motivator. I wanted to be buried in it. Soap, sweat, and the slightest hint of lavender. It made my heartbeat faster.
 
“Oh fuck, dad” He muttered.
 
 I pulled off and softly said, “Language.”
 
“Seriously?” Ryan asked.
 
I winked at him, and he laughed before I returned to his dick with full ferocity. His legs squirmed on the bed, digging into the comforter. His arm hadn’t let up on me either, stroking me more intentionally. His hand was nothing but slime.
 
“Christ dad, look at you go! This is insane.” His head hit the back of the pillow, “You like my taste?” He asked while I went up and down.
 
“MMMmmmm,” I didn’t answer, just gave some unintelligible noise due to the fact I was stuffing my throat on jock cock. Pulling off for a moment I stole seconds to lick his balls and kiss his inner thighs. He allowed me to work his legs open, getting a taste of his taint, then ass. Those dumb truck cheeks were my best friends, compressing my face as I tried to dive in there. When my tongue finally dragged across his hole, my son hit a low register I bet he didn’t even know he could hit.  I was there for a while. What even was time? His legs were splayed completely sprayed open to me. My original purpose only returned when a warm engulfed my dick. Ryan was nursing on my cockhead trying to take more.
 
I returned to his dick, leaving the rest of his privates, my saliva coated mess. His cock was easier for me to gulp down a second time around. Ryan placed his hand on the back of my head to assist me in my endeavor. I gagged and choked, but I didn't give up. I could feel his cock teasing at the back of my throat. Tightening my resolve, I went for it and, felt his cock slip into place, my lips found his base and my nose met his pubes.
 
Ryan pulled off my dick immediately, the cool air hitting me as my cock begged for his lips back. “Dad you, you took it all.” He pressed me down even harder. “Stay there for a sec,” he ask, his cock twitching. Then he released me as I gasped for air, my throat unclogged. “I was just about to nu—hey!!!”
 
I didn’t let him finish his sentence. The words were temptation enough. I had to taste him. My mouth went full throttle sucking as fast as I could.
 
“Dad…” he whimpered. “Hey daddy,” His voice was getting softer trying to get my attention, “I’m gonna cum.”  His last attempt. There was no stopping me anymore. The fact must have dawned on him, “You want me this bad?” He gave a soft laugh.
 
A growl of affirmation was my response.
 
He moaned back to me as his cock head flared. muscled thighs clenched on my head, trapping me in heaven. His cum shot in my mouth and I tasted my first load from another man, my own son. I didn’t slow down because he didn’t stop cumming. His balls must have been backed up, because they kept providing as I slurped and swallowed it all. However, I was unprepared for how divine I’d find my own boy’s taste as my cock began to spray in Ryan’s hand, right next to his face. It splattered onto him, surprising us both.
 
“Ew dad,” he laughed. I transitioned to look, sucking on him like a straw as his thigh released me. The sight of him, son’s face covered in dad nut made me cum again. “Dadd stoppp.” he broke out into even more laughter as I coated him further.
 
By the time our cocks had deflated, I was up, by his face using my shirt to wipe him off. “So sorry Ryan, I couldn't even stop myself.”
He just looked at me with a big smile.
 
—
 
“There’s no way you know about that, Ryan would never!” I defended.
 
“Ryan is me.” My father smiled. He reached down and grabbed my cock, poking him through my underwear. “What, just the memory of it turns you on? You really got it bad.” he stroked his hand over my dick teasing my shaft. “And you thought I was a bad dad?”
 
My eyes locked with him.
 
“Oooooo someone’s angry,” He toyed with me. His fingers danced on my cockhead. “I mean, come on. Growing up, the way you’d stare at my suit pants, find an excuse to wander in the bathroom when I was showering, linger when I changed my clothes. You were too old for it to be random chance. I could always tell your eyes were looking for my cock. Tell me I’m wrong.” My father shoved his hands into my underwear gripping my cock. I was at full mast in his grasp. He had me dead to rights. His smile grew wider as he pressed his body into me.
 
“Heh,” He shook his head, “The one thing you truly wanted from me was a ride on my dick. But because you couldn’t get that. You decided to go after my company.” 
 
“Nooo.” I said as his grip went faster. My dad wasn’t wrong. I don’t even know when it happened, but yeah, I had seen his massive dick swinging between his legs. But the mystery of it was more a representation of the mystery of him. Once again, in my life I saw how my father wasn’t completely correct. He assumed he knew the answer.
 
But oh-so-clever Mr. Whitcomb wasn't done talking, “That’s why, I didn’t get why you married that woman. When you were constantly sulking around my office, waiting for me to pull you in and take you on my desk.” My cock was spewing all over my dad’s hand and the front of my briefs were getting soaked in precum. 
 
“Sons admire their dads. Most dads aren’t assholes in return though.” I grit through my teeth as my father gave my cock something it had long since dreamed of. “That’s the difference between our relationship, and the one I have with Ryan.”
 
My father’s face frowned, “So you’re saying, I should have fucked you when you started working under me? Just giving you what you want?!” He chastised me.
 
I shook my head, “No Dad, I’m saying. You should have just loved me anyway. Supported me. Advised me. I could never imagine treating Ryan the way you do me and calling that a better father’s love.”  My father pulled down my underwear, as my cock came, spraying onto the bottom half of his new fur. As I spasmed my dad pulled me onto his chest and let me finish all over him. His hand rubbed my back as he went silent.
 
Stepping away from me, my dad looked at the cum cooling on his torso, His cock had swelled filling out his jockstrap as it ached with need. I recognized that twitch. 
 
Reality came back to me, remembering my dad saying he had merged himself with Ryan. There was no world in which my father would have touched my cock, even to prove a point. Let alone make me finish As I stared at him, my dick hanging down, it dawned on me. If my dad and Ryan were one it meant he had taken everything from my son, even our deepest emotions for each other.
 
He pulled back, staring at my remaining nut cooling on his hand. “It’s a good plan.” he stated.
 
“Huh?” I asked.
 
“Your plan to save the company. It’s good.” he repeated. My father had never said such to me before in my life, He walked back to his coffee “I couldn’t see it from a different perspective until Ryan’s mind became a part of mine. But you were both right to oust me.” He nodded. “I never thought much of you, but your son always thought highly of you. But I never thought much of anyone.” He stared down at himself.
 
Now? After all this time. After merging with Ryan. He saw the value in me. My mouth gave a dry cackle. Once again, my father’s selfishness knew no bounds. “You ASSHOLE.” I ran up on him. His body and Ryan’s body together, I was no match, but I grabbed Ryan’s sweater anyway. My father didn’t fight to step away from me. He let me grab him. I could smell him. His scent and Ryan’s had mixed together. He owned that now. He owned it forever. Words of hate roiled deep inside. 
 
But then I saw his eyes, they were sad. My father didn’t do sad. Disappointed. Ashamed. Disgruntled. Never sad. Ryan, however, those were HIS eyes staring back at me. My rage died. I let go. 
 
“You should take over the company? Go along with your plan. I can stick under you…clearly, I have a lot to learn.”
 
I stared at my father. The entirety of my son contained within him. Mr. Whitcomb finally had the one thing I always wanted: a conscience. He stood less like the man who had analyzed my very existence and more like the son whose eyes trailed me with admiration. The calculations were still happening, but love had entered the area and wrestled control. 
 
His cock stretched the front of his jockstrap as it twitched, continuing to stare at me. His hands shot over his crotch, embarrassed. He was confused. The man so often in charge could not hide my son’s—his love for me. He caught me staring, and his cock began to dampen the pouch. He recognized the totality of the love I had carried for so many years. Slowly his hands pulled back, letting me see. I strolled over, sliding my hand into his jockstrap. My movements were slow in case he wanted to stop me. He didn’t. I gripped his cock. Larger than Ryan’s, Thicker than my dad’s.
 
“Dad!” The man moaned as his legs shook. “I remember you touching me, but this is the first time, son.”
 
“Fine. We’ll continue on with my plan.” I stood straight, catching my breath, tucking my cock away. “But you're no longer in charge. This cock. This ass. This body. Are all stolen from Ryan. You WILL stick under me because my son was proud to stick under me. You understand.” My voice was firm. No room for negotiation.
 
My dad’s cock was going crazy in my hand. “I’ve never seen you this confident before. Neither did your son.” He stammered. “Ryan must mean a lot to you.”
 
I kissed him and shut him up as his cock started spurting loads up into the air, “MMMMmmmm!” He gasped into my mouth as his cum launched, surprising him. “Shit,” he panted. “This cock responds strongly to your touch.”
 
“Better get used to it. We have a company to save.”