Coincidence Draft 1, CH08 (Patreon)

Petro sat Niel on the bed, then closed the door. “I’m not sure how to go about this.”

Niel tilted an ear. “You don’t know how to have sex?”

The mole-rat rolled his eyes. “I never had a dad ask me to have sex with his kid.”

“I’m not a virgin, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“It had crossed my mind, with Steward’s claims you need sex to live.”

Niel nodded. “That’s…” he wanted to say weird, but while he didn’t see how he could suddenly get such a condition, he’d been around magic enough in the last two years to not be able to discount it outright. “If it doesn’t do anything, at least we’re going to have sex. I’m always game for that, even if I like to be more active in it normally.”

“I guess we’d better get to it then, before Stewart decided to check in on us.” Petro took off his shirt.

“God, that would be embarrassing.” Niel undid the buttons, but pulling the shirt off proved to be more than he could manage in his weakened state. The mole rat took it off him before undoing his pants, then was getting naked himself.

The two looked each other over. Petro had a paunch, but also muscle under the layer of fat. His dad often talked about machinery needing to be moved and all the physical work that went into that. The man before Niel looked like he could do that work. Niel looked at the semi-hard cock and smiled.

“Liking what you see, I guess that’s good.”

He did. The cock was larger than it had been soft, so it would be bigger by the time he was fully hard. Niel would feel it.

“What about you?” Niel spread his arms, and the motion sent him falling back on the bed.

“You’re definitely good-looking; if younger than what I go for. A bit surprised that you’re hard, though.”

Niel sighed and didn’t bother trying to sit. “I’ve been popping wood all day. And you’re going to be the oldest guy I’ve had sex with.”

“How do you want to do this? I can turn the lights off if that makes you more comfortable.”

“I’m good. But since I won’t be able to do much more than lie here, on my stomach is probably the best way to do it.”

Petro turned Niel over, then hesitated before climbing on the bed. He pulled a bottle of lube from the nightstand, then use a finger to lube and loosened Niel’s ass.

The finger came to a sudden stop. “Shit, I didn’t even ask if you were okay with me putting my fingers in there.”

“I’m good, and while I appreciate the thought, lubing me is going to be enough.”

“Okay.” The mole rat climbed over Niel, then was rubbing his cock between the cheeks. He searched, then Niel’s ass stretched as the cock entered him.

He sighed. “That’s nice.”

Petro pushed and pulled slowly, almost hesitatingly, and Niel moaned, enjoying the way the cock moved. He did feel it, and the crown had gotten larger and he felt that. He grunted as his prostate got rubbed. The mole rat chuckled and readjusted so the following thrust targeted it.

Niel tightened his ass around the cock and the sensation increased. As did Petro’s speed.

“Look,” the man panted, “I don’t have the longest fuse, so—” the rest was strangled by Niel tightening his ass again. More weight was on Niel’s back as Petro shifted. Then he was fucking him hard.

Less than a minute later, the mole rat tensed and came. Niel closed his eyes and let out a sigh of appreciation at the pulsating cock in his ass. Then Petro rolled off.

“Sorry if that didn’t live up to what you kids can do these days.”

Niel chuckled and raised his head. “Don’t apologize, it was nice.”

“Nice, huh? I’ll take that.”

“Yes, Nice.” Niel raised himself by putting his arms under him. “Once you’re rested, you can fuck me again.” He looked at the position he was in.

Petro laughed. “Once I’m rested? You do get that at my age, you’re looking at a couple of hours before I can get it up again.”

Niel slowly pushed himself to his knees. He still felt hungry, but he had enough energy to move by himself now. He smiled at the mole-rat who was looking at him, eyes wide.

“In that case, how do you feel about me toping you?”

“Are you going to be able to?”

Niel considered the man’s extra mass and how he felt. “Maybe on your stomach. I don’t know if I could support your legs.” He looked for the lube. “Do you need me to loosen you?”

“Yeah, it’s been a while.”

Niel went slow as he pushed a slick finger into Petro’s ass, then two. By the time he had a third one in, the man was moaning loudly in a pillow. Niel positioned himself and pushed his cock in. He mimicked what had been done to him, using quick thrusts to push ever deeper, but he didn’t manage to snag the prostate. Once he bottomed, Niel moved to slow and long thrust out and in. And the mole-rat was vocal in his appreciation of the technique.

Niel picked up speed, trying to outrun the exhaustion he could feel returning. It would suck to be too tired to be able to cum.

The ass tightened on his cock and Niel grunted, then shoved hard before cumming.

“Fuck.” He panted, supporting his weight with his arms.

“Glad that worked on you too.”

Niel chuckled. He pulled out and rested on his knees. He considered lying down when he noticed he was still hard and that he wasn’t as tired, or felt as hungry.

“Do you mind if I fuck you again?”

Petro looked over his shoulder. “You’re still hard? Fuck, I miss being a kid. Go right ahead.” He put his head back on the pillow and Niel went ahead.

* * * * *

And ahead, and ahead.

Petro stopped him after the sixth time because his ass was raw, and by then, Niel felt like his old self. He rolled on his back and grinned. “You rested enough to fuck me?”

“Do you ever get enough?”

Niel yawned. “Sometimes.” He closed his eyes. “But I can go for…”

* * * * *

Niel woke up in an empty bed, and it took him a few seconds to remember why he was in such a large bed, instead of the one in his dorm. He sat and stretched, going over how he felt. He was sore, sticky, but otherwise, he was fine. No longer famished, not weak. He stood, walked around the bed. He was the only one in the room, and it had an attached bathroom. He thought about a long shower, but he could just make out conversation through the closed door.

He settled on relieving himself. A shower could wait until after he had answers.

Niel approached the living room in a stretching silence.

“How about you stop beating around the bush, Stewart, and explain to me how that’s even possible? Your kid was at death’s door, then he was going at it like he was some perpetual motion machine. I don’t think he’d have stopped if I hadn’t stopped him. And that’s the only time when it caught up to him and fell asleep mid-sentence.”

“Petro, I don’t know that you’ll believe it, and Niel should be here for that.”

Niel knocked on the wall to announce his arrival before entering. “I’m here, and I’d like to know.” His father looked like he’d protest, so Niel dropped in a seat.

With a sigh, the raccoon slumped. “Alright. I guess it’s obvious you need sex to live now.”

Niel nodded. “The how would be interesting to know.”

Steward ran a hand over his face. “Okay, I don’t know the details. My grandfather told me enough I’d understand, but I didn’t really believe more of it myself. I mean. The fact he didn’t look any different when I saw him twenty years apart lend credence to his story, but… Okay. So, there’s always been stories floating around my grandfather. Supposedly he was part of an expedition to Antarctica during World War Two, depending on who’s telling it, He was part of a US group dedicated to countering Hitler’s quest for mystical artifacts, or it was a spy on the trail of a Nazi ring either after a secret there or looking to hide something, or it was just an archaeological expedition. Jarod’s never confirmed any of them, and until now, I’m not sure I took it seriously that he was that old.”

Stewart took out his wallet and turned it in his hand. “Things there turned bad. Either because of the weather, or some secret weapon, betrayal, you name it, a story supports it. But they end up stranded, needing shelter and only a few of them make it to some sort of ruin. They were protected from the worst of the elements, but still starving to death. Then something appeared before them.”

“Something?” Niel asked, trying to hide his trepidation. In the memories the bat had fabricated for him, where he was good friends with the guys at the frat, Chima had told him a story about how the Society had formed. Niel was such a friend, after all, that kind of discussion was normal. It had involved some underground cave, old stones, and a being appearing before the men assembled there. A god who would become theirs.

“He, the stories always agree on that, whatever he was, he was a male. I don’t think I need to explain why they said that, right?” Stewart looked at his son, but it was Petro who chuckled.

“Is this going to get pornographic?”

“No. And if it did, I wouldn’t talk about it. That being, according to the stories, offered to save the men there.”

“The men?” Niel asked, his worry climbing.

“Yeah. That’s what the stories say, anyway. The way they were going to survive was that they’d live not off food, but sex. This last part, Jarod told me himself, it’s not in any of the stories. Which I guess should have been a clue they were true in some way. But that gift would be passed down the bloodline, and it would be activated if a son has sex with his father.”

Niel swallowed. That was way too much like—

Petro burst out laughing. “You mean, that guy is your kid’s biological father?”

Niel looked at the mole-rat. What was he talking about? Stewart’s ears were folded back and he couldn’t look at Niel.

The silence stretched.

“Shit,” Petro mumbled. “I’m sorry Steward, I thought he knew.”

“Knew what?”

The mole rat stood. “I’m going to… I need a shower so I’m going to leave you two alone.”

“What is he talking about, Dad?”

“It’s complicated,” Stewart mumbled.

“Speak up and uncomplicate it for me, because it sounded a lot like he said you aren’t my dad.”

“I am your father, Niel. I changed your diapers; I wiped your ass and your nose. I help you when your mom didn’t come back from the hospital. Make no mistake, I am your father. It’s just that…”

“Yes?”

“Me and your mom tried for years, before you, to have kids.”

“I know that. You’d given hope of having a son by the time I came about.”

“We went to doctors, trying to get help.”

“Dad,” Niel said through clenched teeth.

“I’m infertile, Niel.”

“I don’t understand.”

Stewart let out a breath. “The reason we’d given up hope was that there was no hope to be had. I can’t father a child.”

“But I’m here.” Niel swallowed. “I… not your son.”

“You are my son,” Stewart repeated with vigor. “Where your DNA came from is irrelevant.”

“Are you kidding? That’s what makes me who I am.”

“No, Niel. That just determines part of what you look like, and that’s as close to me as I could manage. Who you are, that’s from what you lived, how you were raised. And that I was a part of, not Jarod.”

“So you fall on the nurture part of the equation?” How could his father have kept this from him? Not his father, that man. “Who’s this Jarod?”

Stewart pulled a picture from his wallet and handed it to Niel.

“Really? What is this, pre-digital?”

“Jarod likes his old things.” (I’m going with that as the excuse Jarod tells anyone for why there is so little information about him online. The reality is that he’s doing all he can so the others can’t track him down digitally)

The picture was of two raccoons in a living room. Niel didn’t recognize it, but he could see the family resemblance. The older raccoon, who had to be in his late twenties, or early thirties, was an almost copy of his father. The one in his early twenties didn’t look familiar.

“Who’s the young one?”

“That’s Jarod. I’m standing next to him.”

Niel’s head snapped up. “You said Jarod was your grandfather.”

Stewart nodded. “As part of the deal he and the others in the story made, something was done to them. Jarod stopped aging.”

Niel studied the picture again. “Okay, well, I didn’t have sex with this guy, so whatever’s going on, I think you can consider those stories not to be true.”

“Are you one hundred percent sure?” There was hope and dread in his father’s voice.

“Of course I’m sure. It isn’t like I throw myself at orgies all the — oh fuck.”

“What?”

Niel took his phone out.

Well, he had told those guys that if he ever had something weird happen to him because of sex, he would go to them for help instead of running off.