Father And Son Episode Twenty-Two: Forming An Unorthodox Family
"Hey, it's Lars. Me and dad really needed that fuck last night. Any moment with him is one that I adore...hehe, me and my beloved husband...but I don't really have that many people besides him and Grandaddy that are that close to me...Well...Darius and Omar...they're pretty close to us...But are they family really?"
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It was Tuesday at about nine in the morning. Omar was taking walk through his gym when he came across James lifting weights. "Hey James. Don't usually see you here during the week."
James smiled and looked up to Omar as he continued his weight lifting. "I took the week off from work and I thought I would use some of that time do some weight lifting." James rolled his eyes. "Otherwise I'd probably go mad with boredom...."
"Oh yeah? Mind if I join you? I haven't done any lifting yet today..." Omar sat next to James on the bench.
"Sure, help yourself." James smiled and scooched over a bit to give Omar some space.
Omar began doing some lifts, but couldn't take his eyes off of James. "Those are some IMPRESSIVE muscles James!"
"Heh, thanks." James blushed a bit. "But I've kinda let them get soft in the past couple years."
"Get soft?" Omar raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah." James nodded. "I used to do this stuff at least a few times a week, but when my responsibilities at work got more demanding on top of raising Lars, I kinda had to stop. No time."
"But...those are some MASSIVE pythons! You could probably toss me over the horizon if you wanted to! That's soft for you!?" Omar stared in disbelief.
"Well, impressive physical form runs in my family." James chuckled. "My dad swears that we're the descendants of swamp gods."
"Haha, your dad may be right!" Omar chuckled. "Weirder things have shown up on this planet of ours."
"Yeah..." James smiled. "It's because of my dad that I finally decided to make this push to get back to working on my muscles." James chuckled. "Last time I was home he said "James, you got to loose this gut by the next time I see you." And here I am."
"Sounds like you're really fond of your dad." Omar smiled at James.
"I love him as much as I love Lars." James nodded.
"Knowing what I do about you, there's probably more to this." Omar got a sly look. "But you don't have to tell me." Omar shook his head.
"You would be right." James smirked. "But like you said, I don't have to tell you anything."
"So how's that kid of yours? I haven't seen him here in a while." Omar continued pumping weights.
"He's doing just as fine as ever." James smiled. "Me and him told his mom about us last weekend." James chuckled a bit. "Hehe, he was such a wreck."
"Ow...Telling the folks is always difficult." Omar winced.
"It worked out though. Things are okay...." James smiled. "We decided to have the wedding some time next summer."
"Your really going to go on with this?" Omar raised an eyebrow. "I mean it's pretty sweet that you two would dedicate to each other like that, but would you really want something as weird as that to go public?"
"Hell yes Omar." James nodded. "I love that boy more then anyone in the world. He's given me his everything and I want to give him all I have." James set down the dumbbell he was doing curls with and held his ring hand up. "I want the world to know I have pride in our relationship. It may be unorthodox, but our love is as true as the love in any normal relationship. Hell, it may be even better."
"Amen to that brother." Omar nodded. "Getting caught up in trying to do everything "Normal" is what kept me and Darius apart. Trying to keep with status quo does more damage then good." Omar set down the dumbbell he was using and flexed his arms a bit. "Besides, at least you two are the same species. I've seen hedgehogs trying to marry squirrels and foxes trying to marry plants."
James laughed heartily. "That's right! A father and son getting married should be on the tamer end of the weirdness scale."
The two continued lifting for a while, bonding over their muscles and their own experiences. Finally, Omar stood up and stretched a bit. "Say, you hungry? I'm headed out for some lunch."
"I could eat." James cracked his neck. "We can take my car."
"Okay." Omar smiled and the two of them walked through the gym. "I wonder what my little puppy is up to right now..."
"I think Lars mentioned something about having a short day or something...Probably wrapping up right about now." James looked at his watch.
"Good." Omar smiled. "My poor puppy's been slaving at that school."
"Oh yeah?" James raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah. He tells me all staff members have been working extra hard behind the scenes to make sure the school is up to code for some inspection or some shit." Omar shrugged."He told me it was going to be on a short day and that the staff members would be dismissed with the kids so that those big bosses can inspect everything. He deserves a short day after all the extra shit he's roped into doing because he's the only staff member with muscles."
"Oh...I didn't know being a teacher could be so stressful." James nodded.
"James man, you should hear some of the stories my little puppy has." Omar rolled his eyes. "It's fucking crazy. He says that Lars is a good point, though."
"Lars?" James smiled a bit.
"Yeah." Omar nodded. "He always says that he and Lars connect very well. He says it's less like a coach student thing and more like a big bro little bro thing." Omar smiled. "Now that we're all buddies outside of a school setting, I can only guess that they're going to be a lot closer.
"That's good." James smiled widely. "Lars doesn't have anybody in the family near his age, so it's nice that he's bonding with Darius like that."
"You aren't worried that they'd do anything....you know...Freaky?" Omar raised an eyebrow.
"This is Darius and Lars we're talking about, two of the most unwaveringly loyal men I've ever known. Like they'd ever dream of doing anything with each other." James smirked. "At least...not without our clearance."
"You're right." Omar put an arm around James' shoulder. "We're like family. We don't have anything to worry about."
"Yeah..A family..." James smiled. "I like the sound of that..." James nodded happily. "Oh Omar..."
"What?"
"Do you REALLY call Darius your little puppy!?" James laughed. "He's nearly the same size as you."
"Yeah well I'm older and I'm still bigger than him." Omar nodded proudly. "I'm the alphamale and he's my cute little puppy that I love very much."
"That's absolutely adorable." James chuckled. "I wouldn't want to see Darius hearing you call him that, though." James shook his head, laughing. The two left the gym, laughing heartily.
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Class had let out for the day and everyone was exploding out into the world. Lars was reading notes from class, walking down the sidewalk to the bus stop. "Let's see...If I make the sauce first then I'll need to keep it warm in a thermos...Direct heat is too harsh and it'll get grainy." Lars rolled his eyes. "So that's why mine ended up shitty, I just leave it on the stove over low heat..." Lars facepalmed. "Dammit, I'll need to do a lot better if I want to perfect these sauces..." Lars put his notebook back in his bag. "Granted, had I read these notes when I was DOING the sauce in class, I would have probably made the sauce right the first time..." Lars' thinking out loud was interrupted by a loud horn.
"Hey Lars." Darius rolled up in his truck. "What's up?"
"Oh, hey Coach." Lars smiled. "Aren't you supposed to be back in school?"
"Not today." Darius rolled his eyes. "They kicked all us teachers out so that the bigwigs can examine the school in depth." Darus shrugged. "It's got to do with ranking the school and setting our budget for the year, so that's pretty much over my head."
"Well that's kinda nice. You teachers finally get the day off with us." Lars nodded.
"It is kinda nice, but don't tell that to some teachers." Darius chuckled. "Some of those stuck-up teachers are pulling their hair out right now." Darius reached over and opened the passenger side door. "Anyway, you want a ride? The bus isn't coming for a while."
"Sure! Thanks!" Lars hopped in the truck and set his bag down. "Oh wait, Daddy told me not to get into cars with strangers..." Lars joked with Lars.
"Well it's okay, I've got candy." Darius joked right back at Lars.
"I think I need an adult..." Lars ping-ponged the joke right back at Darius.
"I am an adult." Darius gave Lars an evil smirk.
"Oh, okay. It's cool then." Lars kicked back a bit. "Let's go!" Lars' stomach growled loudly. "Ugh, shut up..."
"Hungry kid?" Darius put the truck in gear and drove down the street.
"Yeah. I had the last lunch of the day, so they send us out without ANYTHING to eat...." Lars rolled his eyes. "I could have at least had some cheese sauce to eat, but I fucked that up in class."
"Well then let's get something to eat. My treat." Darius smiled widely.
"Seriously!?" Lars smiled widely, his mouth watering. "You ROCK coach!" Lars hugged Darius tightly.
"Well I still owe you for hooking me up with Omar." Darius put an arm around Lars, hugging him back. "Hell, I don't think I'd be able to pay you back for that with a hundred free lunches."
"It's no problem Coach...." Lars started to blush a bit. "Say...Coach..."
"What is it Lars?" Darius kept his eyes on the road.
"Would it be okay if I....Call you by your name?....You know, just outside school." Lars sheepishly looked up at Darius.
Darius thought it over. "Hmm...HELL NO!"
"Eep." Lars shrunk down a bit.
"Hah, of course you can call me Darius, Lars." Darius ruffled Lars' hair. "No problem."
"Oh, good." Lars sighed. "I thought you would be insulted Darius."
"Why would I be? It's not like we're strictly teacher and student." Darius blushed a bit, embarrassed. "You've seen me crying my eyes out on your couch, and I've gotten a face full of your dad's meat pole. I think that's about as casual as it gets."
"I guess your right..." Lars nodded and leaned on his door, looking at the buildings go by. "Where do you want to eat?"
"Well, there's this diner place that me and Omar like to go to. They have good food for cheap." Darius nodded.
"As long as they have some big, greasy brute at the grittle, I'm game!" Lars smiled.
"Why that kind of person?" Darius raised an eyebrow.
"It's scientifically proven that big, greasy lummoxes, in addition to knowing how to cook VERY well, will ooze some of their raw, unashamed manliness into the food and make it taste better than even the most addicting MSG can." Lars spoke matter-of-factually. "Plus, guys like that are sexiest when they're in the back frying something on a grittle, nothing on but some bluejeans, an apron and a gritty smile." Lars snickered a bit.
"Hahaha, you're alright Lars." Darius patted Lars on the shoulder, laughing heartily.
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James and Omar were eating at a diner.
Omar took a swig of coffee. "Hey James.."
"Hmm?" James looked up from his burger.
"Haha, cute." Omar snickered at Jame's expression. "You mentioned before that you and Lars were by yourselves for a long while...You know...As gay people?"
"Yeah..." James nodded. "It has been me and Lars by ourselves for the longest time..." James shrugged. "Lars used to have a little friend who was like that, but they ended up going to different schools, so for a long time, I was the only other man he knew of who was interested in other men." James smiled. "It's part of what allowed us to get so close to each other.
"Me and Darius....We were alone in this, too..." Omar looked ashamed. "That's...part of the reason why I hid my feelings from him...There wasn't anyone to tell me it was okay to have feelings like that...in fact, my mom would constantly tell me she wanted children...before she passed.."
"Oh...I'm so sorry Darius..." James held on to Omar's hand.
"I'm not!" Omar rolled his eyes. "It's because of her that I was so afraid!"
"Still...It must be rough to see a parent go...And so early in your life, too..." James held Omar's hand tighter.
"Yeah....Well....It did hurt...I still have dad, though....So it's okay..." Omar smiled a bit. "And Darius, too..."
"And me and Lars, too...right?" James smiled.
"Yeah...You guys too..." Omar smiled widely. "A few weeks ago, I barely even had Darius...Now I have all of you guys..."
"Guys like us have got to stick together..." James nodded.
"Your right...We got to keep as close as family." Omar shook his head. "Hell, what am I talking about, we ARE family."
"You really think of us as family?" James smiled.
"Well of course! We may have only met a few weeks ago, but you two have become closer to me then most people ever get." Omar nodded. "It doesn't hurt that you two helped me finally get my shit in gear and propose to Darius. I owe a lot to you two...You two really cared about me and Darius...."
"Well...What can I say?" James patted Omar's hand. "I like helping out kids like you two..."
"Who are you calling a kid? I'm twenty-six." Omar chuckled.
"Yeah well I'm still ten years older then you, you pesky kid." James laughed.
"Wait, your almost forty!?" Omar recoiled back in surprise.
"Is it that big of a surprise?" James blushed a bit.
"DUDE, YOU LOOK MY AGE!" Omar looked James up and down. "You do NOT look like your nearly forty!"
"Hehe, you should see my dad. Me and him were helping Lars out with his wrestling practice when we went to see him last month. He doesn't look much older then me, and he's seventy." James smiled a bit.
"James, you have got to be kidding me. Is the rest of your family like this!?" Omar was very interested.
"Well...Yeah. We all age slowly. Though me, my dad and Lars are the only ones in the family who weight lift to get these kinds of bodies." James rolled his eyes. "I would say it's something of an Alexander tradition, but my brother is puny as fuck..." James snarled a bit. "He's a little bitch...even though he's supposed to be my big bro..."
"Maybe I should try and marry into this family." Omar chuckled. "And then some of that "Alexander Whatever" will rub off on me."
"Sorry Omar, I'm taken already." James chuckled. "Say, what time is it?"
Omar took a look at his watch. "About one..."
"Oh, Lars should be home by now...Let me call him..." James pulled out his phone and dialed Lars. "Hey kid...Hehe, yeah. Just checking in on you...Oh yeah?...Okay. Have a good time....Me?...Funnily enough, I'm hanging out with Omar....Yeah I know....alright, I'll see you later...I love you too..." James hung up.
"So?" Omar cocked an eyebrow.
"Hehe, I knew it." James put his phone away. "Darius scooped Lars up after school let out and they're out to get something to eat." James smiled widely. "I don't expect them to be back any time soon..."
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Darius and Lars were eating in Darius' truck, going over their plans for the big wrestling competition coming up.
"Okay then, so have you worked on getting out of submission holds?" Darius took a bite out of his polish.
"Sure." Lars took a long swig of soda after a mouthful of fries. "I can break out from under Dad when he has me pinned down. If I can break out of his hold, then I can break out of any hold."
"And how exactly are you sure of that?" Darius challenged Lars.
"I won't be wrestling with ten inches of dick when I'm on the mats." Lars gave Darius a deadpan look as he took a bite out of his chilidog.
"Touche..." Darius could only chuckle at Lars' bluntness. "You really don't have a censor on that mouth of yours, do you?"
"Not with you Darius." Lars smiled at Darius. "I can trust you when I talk like this..."
"Really?" Darius blushed a bit.
"Yeah..." Lars nodded. "I wouldn't even think about bringing shit like this up with anyone I know from school... but you...I know you'll listen...I know you'll not be weirded out too much...Because we have a lot of the same problems..." Lars nodded more slowly. "We're friends...right?"
"Right Lars..." Darius patted Lars on the shoulder. "More then friends...."
"Like brothers?" Lars smiled. "Because...that's kinda how I see you."
"Yeah..." Darius held Lars under his arm, rubbing his hair. "Your just like a little brother!"
"Haha, cut it out Darius!" Lars laughed a bit, but before long he was leaning on Darius. "I'm glad..."
"Glad?" Darius smiled down at Lars.
"Yeah...Glad that I have a cool bro like you...Kinda..." Lars smiled warmly. "It's just been me and dad for the longest time...I don't have any siblings...Hell, I don't think I have any cousins....It's nice to know someone who I can be like a brother with..."
"Yeah...It's nice..." Darius smiled widely. "Knowing you and your dad has been one of the greatest pleasures I've experienced...It's like we all were meant to be together...You, me, Omar and James...Almost like family..."
"Yeah...like a family..." Lars smiled widely. "We're a family..."
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Later on, Omar and James were back at the gym watching Strongman competitions in Omar's office.
"See this guy?" Omar pointed to a heavyset black bear. "He's the reigning champion all the way from Hill Top Zone. Every time he shows up, he breaks his previous powerlifting records."
"Hehe, I wouldn't mind powerlifting him on this dick, know what I'm saying?" James looked on with a perverted smile.
"Err...I guess..." Omar shrugged a bit. "I'm...not that interested..."
"Wha? I thought you were gay..." James cocked an eyebrow. "Is he not your type or something?"
"Well James...to be honest, I've renounced all sexuality...It's caused me way too much trouble..."
"But then...How..."
"Am I with Darius? Because he's my sexuality now...He's the only man I'm hard for. He's the only man I ever want to fuck. When I dream of bending someone over this desk and fucking their brains out, it's only Darius who I can dream of..."
"Errrrr...." James eyed the desk.
"No James. We've fucked in nearly every room of this gym, but not on my desk." Darius gave James a deadpan expression.
"Oh, okay." James smirked. "Though I wouldn't mind much if you had..."
"What about you? Your sexuality?" Omar looked over to James.
"Well...I..used to be bisexual..."
"Used to be?" Omar cocked an eyebrow.
"Yeah....but I've had so many shitty relationships with women, lots of thieves and cheaters and whores out there...I just gave up on women...I used to like them...But now I'm all about men....now I'm all about Lars...And....My father..." James blushed a bit.
"Aha, so you DID get freaky with your dad!"
"Hehe, yeah. I guess it runs in the family..." James smiled. "I could never compare to him, though. He's Omni."
"Omni?" Omar was completely confused.
"Omnisexual...He can and will be sexually attracted to any given thing. He fell in love with my mom and married her, but even afterwards, he would get turned on by anything...Including me and Lars."
"Lars got in on that, too!?" Omar fell out of his seat.
"Well...we didn't do anything until the last time we visited. It was Lars who rekindled me and dad's relationship. Without him, I would have just lived my life in denial of the fact that I lusted for my dad..." James helped Omar up. "I hope I'm not freaking you out Omar..."
"Are you kidding!? That's AWESOME!" Omar got up and set his chair right. "That kind of sexual freedom must feel great! You guys just fuck each other without batting an eye because you love each other that much!? I tell ya James, if I hadn't given up on sexuality, I would probably be rock hard right now!"
"Haha, glad to know that Omar!" James patted Omar on the back. "I could probably teach you a thing or two about freedom."
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The sun was setting. Darius and Lars were laying in the flatbed of Darius' truck looking at the sun set.
"This was a great day...." Lars smiled widely. "Just relaxing with my big bro..." Lars laid on Darius' chest.
"Yeah. I definitely needed a day like this...Little bro..." Darius patted Lars' shoulder.
"Hey Darius..." Lars rolled over and looked up at Darius.
"Yeah? What is it?" Darius smiled down at Lars.
"Well...Here..." Lars leaned up and kissed Darius on the cheek.
"...Lars?" Darius gave Lars a shocked expression.
"Nonono, it's not what you think it is!" Lars blushed brightly.
"Well then what is it when you kiss someone on the cheek like that?"
"It's not an "I love you as a boyfriend"kiss, it's an "I love you like a brother" kiss!" Lars blushed even brighter. "Because...I do love you..." Lars hugged Darius. "Sorry if it's so sudden, but...yeah."
"Aah...I see..." Darius blushed. "Well then..." Darius kissed Lars on the forehead. "I love you too Lars."
"Mmh...We defiantly can't tell anyone at school about this..." Lars laughed a bit.
"You'll be gone in about half a year anyway. So what?" Darius patted Lars on the back.
"...Your right..." Lars nodded. "Who cares? I love you bro!"
"I love you too..." Darius looked at his watch. "Oh, I should get you home. We both got school tomorrow."
"Aww....fuck, always when I'm having a nice time...." Lars growled and rolled his eyes.
"We'll see each other tomorrow Lars." Darius chuckled.
"Not like this..." Lars nuzzled Darius' chest. "All warm and cozy and brotherly...Tomorrow we'll just be coach and student." Lars let out a deep sigh. "It's not fair..."
"School only lasts so many hours a day Lars." Darius smiled warmly. "And just because we can't be laid up on each other doesn't mean I don't love you. You'll still be my little bro."
"Hmph....fine..." Lars got up and jumped out of the truck bed. "Let's go..."
"Alright..." Darius followed suit. "But first..." Darius scooped Lars up in a tight bear hug. "I love you little bro!"
Lars hugged back and kissed Darius on the cheek. "I love you too big bro!"
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Darius and Lars arrived at Lars' house a bit later.
"Hey dad, I'm home!" Lars and Darius stepped in. "You here?"
"Welcome home son!" James waved from the living room where he and Omar were talking. "Oh, hey Darius!"
"Hey to you too James." Darius stepped in. "How's your day been?"
"Meh, pretty boring...Right Omar?" James looked over to Omar
"Yup. Same old, same old." Omar smirked at Darius. "Hey little puppy."
"Omar..." Darius game Omar a deadpan look.
"What? Is that any way to greet your loving fiance?" Omar got up from his seat, getting in Darius' face. "Is that any way to greet your alphamale?"
"How would you prefer?" Darius smirked at Omar, moving in closer.
"Like this." Omar took Darius in his arms and kissed him passionately.
"Lucky..." Lars sat down with James.
"Excuse me?" James grabbed Lars' arm and dragged him in close. "I haven't seen you all day. Don't be cursing your luck yet." James leaned in and kissed Lars deeply. "Mmh...So how was your day kid?"
"Pretty nice. I spent all of it hanging out with my new big bro!" Lars smiled widely.
Darius broke the kiss. "Yup. Me and Little Bro had a real nice time."
"Well that's good." James smiled widely. "I like that you and Lars see each other like that. Like family."
"That's kinda been the theme of the day." Omar nodded.
"Well, I wouldn't ask for a better family then this!" Lars smiled widely.
"Amen to that." James nodded. Suddenly, the phone rang. "Hey Lars, could you get that?"
"Sure dad." Lars got up and went to get the phone in the kitchen.
"We should get going James." Omar held Darius. "Thanks for the suggestions!"
"What suggestions" Darius blushed a bit.
"Well, if you don't mind stopping by the gym on the way home..." Omar pulled Darius in close. "I'm going to fuck you in my office."
". . . . . . what?" Darius' expression went blank.
"Come along puppy! I stocked up on lube, and I cleared out the files, I'm pinning you to that desk and pounding that ass!" Omar dragged Darius out the door.
"Haha, See ya later James! Tell bro I said bye!" Darius passed Omar his keys as he was dragged out.
"Hehe, I wouldn't want anyone but those two as my family..." James chuckled softly as Lars came back and sat down on the couch. "Ahh, there you are. Who was on the phone?"
"It was Grandaddy Alex!" Lars smiled.
"Dad, really?" James smiled widely.
"Yeah, but he would only tell me one thing...in french..." Lars got a confused look. "I didn't know he knew french."
"Heh, well there's a lot you can pick up on the bayou son."
"Anyways, he told me to tell you "Je suis sur mon chemin de vous voir, mon fils bien-aimé." Or...something like that..."
James' eyes lit up. "Really? That's GREAT!
". . . . .What?" Lars was completely confused.
"I'll tell you later. Right now, it's nearly nine and you've got school tomorrow...want to fuck?"
"Dad, you know the answer is always yes." Lars smirked.
"Yeah well I would feel bad if I just fucked you out of the blue." James smirked.
"I wouldn't..." Lars rolled his eyes.
James got a devious smirk. "Well in that case..." James grabbed Lars by the tail, slung him over his back and carried him like that back to his room. "I hope your not wearing anything under those shorts or else this'll get pretty rapey."
* * *
"Well that was a stupid question for me to ask. Of course we're family! Me, dad, Darius and Omar, we all love each other like family, so we are a family! I'm surprised at myself for not realizing this sooner...I really love having a big brother in Omar...He's really cool...and we understand each other...I really love him like a brother...Say, will any of you use Google Translate to figure out what Grandaddy said? Because I have no fucking clue...He did sound pretty sexy when he was speaking french though. Like one of those sexy french lumberjacks...I'd love to jack his lumber, hehe...if only he were able to get out here...Okay, see you guys later!"
