Marcus had a problem, and its name was Dad. Well, “Trevor,” really, if he were being precise. But it felt weird to acknowledge that Trevor had a name besides “Dad.” He didn’t know why it felt like that. It just did.

A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he reminisced. The first time he’d called Trevor “Dad” was a month after becoming his foster kid. Trevor had made him feel so safe and secure that it all just came naturally.

That wasn’t to say that their relationship had all been smooth sailing. Marcus vividly remembered the feelings of isolation and alienation before the family let him in on the secret. He recalled many a night spent wondering where Trevor and his older foster brother would go without him.

Marcus chuckled to himself. Finding out about the secret hadn’t been easy, either. It had been so overwhelming. And there was no small amount of fear. He had, after all, grown up on stories of what the government did to vigilantes—to unregistered espers doing unsanctioned things with their powers.

The truth was, Marcus had considered leaving more than once. The only reason he stayed was that he couldn’t bring himself to abandon the first real semblance of a home he’d had in years.

Those days felt like a lifetime ago now, though. The family was very different back then. For a while, it was only Marcus, Derek, and Trevor at home. Trevor’s first adopted kid, Morgan, had long since moved away. Marcus only knew him through the pictures in Trevor’s office. The second, Mike, had been away for two years and doing pretty well, going by the obligatory holiday postcards.

By the time Marcus came into the picture, the third adopted kid, Santiago, had already been gone for the better part of a year. He knew him only through the regular phone calls. The last one before Derek, Colm, had also just moved to the other end of Refuge Point in pursuit of a job opportunity. Colm had still visited fairly frequently, though, and Marcus remembered getting along with the guy.

Tristan and Leo were with them now, and it seemed so natural to have them in the family, but at the time that Marcus joined, Trevor hadn’t even known whether he would take in any more boys. Marcus was glad that Trevor did eventually decide to take in Tristan and Leo, though. It wouldn’t have felt the same if they hadn’t been in the picture.

Marcus had gone from having no family to having a big one overnight. And not just a family that saw him as a convenient way to get a monthly check from the government, either. A family that genuinely loved him and wanted what was best for him. He’d struggled with the impulse to think that they wanted something from him, or that they wanted to use him for something, but things had turned out fairly well in the end, he liked to think.

Another tough time in Marcus’ life was his sexual awakening. Trevor had been welcoming and accepting from the start, so he’d never felt any real danger. It had just been painfully obvious at the time that his poor foster father had never even considered one of his foster sons might turn out to be attracted to other men.

Not that it had been any less awkward on Marcus’ side of things. As a gay teenager with an incredibly hot foster dad, most of his waking hours at home had ended up being devoted to hiding spontaneous boners around Trevor.

Which rather handily brought him full circle to his current problem: he felt as if he were reliving his awkward teenage years. Not the acne and voice cracking parts, but the uncontrollably fantasizing about having sex with his foster dad parts.

Part of him couldn’t help but feel as if he’d failed Trevor somehow. He was supposed to have better discipline and self-control than this.

Another part of him thought it was perfectly fine. He was gay. He liked men. Trevor was a man. A hot man, at that. It was only reasonable that his body would react the way that it did, especially when the hot man in question had started dressing like a street corner slut around the house.

Marcus’ cheeks took on a faint pink tinge. It was bad enough he was having dirty thoughts about his dad all over again. Now he was thinking of his dad as a slut, of all things.

Trevor had raised him better than this. It was wrong and disrespectful to objectify other people. Barring the most heinous of criminals, every human on the planet deserved to be treated with dignity and respect. These were some of the most important lessons Trevor had had for him, and he’d always kept them close to his heart.

Marcus was just more riled up than usual. He was already a pretty sexed-up guy, so being horny wasn’t anything new for him. The intensity of this particular bout of horniness was novel, though.

He’d been so horny these past few days it was driving him up the wall. He didn’t even want to know how many times he’d jerked off just to blow off some steam. Productivity was a pipe dream when he spent most of his day with a hand wrapped around his cock.

Marcus was just glad for the soundproofing installed in the rooms. Boys being boys, they had certain needs. Such needs would have been bad enough had they been a household of five normal boys—Trevor counted—but it was even worse when they were five supers, each with varying levels of superhuman hearing. If there weren’t any soundproofing at all, it would have been impossible to have any privacy.

He had to admit that his brothers were all pretty hot in their own right. Even so, he wasn’t interested in hearing the various ways they whacked off every night. Moreover, he wasn’t particularly keen on letting them know whenever he was having some special alone time, either.

Marcus was jolted out of his thoughts when a meaty arm placed a plate right in front of him. He’d been served a heaping pile of bacon, eggs, and toast, but it was the arm that most drew his attention.

He followed it up from the wrist, his gaze raking over the firm forearm and bulging biceps. It didn’t take long before he was looking over his shoulder, squinting up at Trevor. The sight of Dad—especially this close-up —made his cock twitch.

Trevor’s wardrobe had changed dramatically over the past few days. It used to be that he didn’t pay much attention to what he wore.

To Marcus’ mind, Dad had always just thrown on whatever was comfortable and called it a day. Not that it was a bad thing to go for convenience, but he’d always thought Trevor could always try a bit harder. It wouldn’t have killed Trevor to have more variety in his closet, either.

But he’d resigned himself to the fact his dad just wasn’t someone who cared much for style, at least in terms of clothing. Which was what made it all the more jarring to see the complete 180 that Dad’s tastes had taken.

Trevor was wearing a deep-cut tank top, the kind that showed off the sides of his body and the sculpted definition of his flanks. It wasn’t skin tight, but the way it draped over his firm pecs and hard abs nevertheless accentuated his muscular physique.

For his bottoms, Trevor had on a pair of running shorts. They cupped his thick thighs and round ass. They were so tight that they left very little to the imagination.

Despite his best efforts to tell himself not to look, Marcus couldn’t resist. The lump between Dad’s legs was simply too attention-grabbing. It was huge and the outline of it snaked down the inside of Trevor’s thigh.

That was the worst part of this whole ordeal. Marcus might have been able to handle it if he was the only one being horny. But his dad was clearly all horned up, too.

Trevor made his way around the table to serve Tristan his breakfast. Marcus watched him go, eyes glued to the muscular ass framed perfectly by the running shorts.

Marcus’ eyes widened. The shorts were tight enough that he could see the faint impression of Trevor’s underwear through the fabric. His dad was wearing a jockstrap. That fact alone was enough to get him bricked up. It took every shred of willpower he had not to just start panting like a starving dog.

He was so distracted by his dad’s ass that he almost missed Tristan’s reaction when Trevor stopped right beside his chair. Trevor’s crotch was practically pressing against the side of the chair’s backrest, and Tristan wasn’t oblivious to it.

Tristan’s gaze instantly snapped to Trevor’s bulge. His eyes widened. His cheeks flushed. He averted his gaze quickly—as if hoping no one would notice if he did it fast enough.

At first, Marcus was sure it was just embarrassment. But then Tristan copped another look when he thought no one was watching. All of a sudden, he had to wonder if Trevor was having the same effect on his ostensibly straight younger brother.

“Here you go, champ,” said Trevor as he placed the plate down in front of Tristan and ruffled his hair.

That was another thing Marcus had noticed about his dad in recent days: Trevor was a lot more cheerful. He couldn’t help but feel a bit bad for being suspicious. Trevor definitely deserved to be happy without that happiness being taken as a sign that something nefarious might be going on. Life had been hard for the family these past few years and on Trevor most of all.

At the same time, Trevor had always taught his sons to be vigilant. The lesson was one that had been drilled into their heads so many times it had pretty much become second nature. And as much as Marcus wanted Trevor’s happiness to be genuine, there was a small voice in the back of his head that was raising red flags over it.

Trevor went to the kitchen and returned with two more plates, one each for Derek and Leo. He served Leo first, standing so close that his pulsing bulge was practically shoved right into Leo’s face.

Leo was the most food-motivated of the brothers. It made sense. He was still growing. His gaze had been tracking the plates in Trevor’s hands, so he hadn’t noticed what was practically being shoved in his cheek. When he did, his eyes widened, and he did a double take.

A rich shade of scarlet blossomed across Leo’s cheeks. It spread to the tips of his ears. He just kept staring at Trevor’s dick print as if he were spellbound.

Leo chewed on his bottom lip and licked his lips. He quickly realized what he was doing and grabbed a piece of bacon off his plate. He bit off a chunk but didn’t take his eyes off Trevor’s crotch until Trevor had moved on to serve Derek.

Derek froze when it was his turn. In the process of setting down his plate, Trevor managed to knock over the salt shaker. Trevor leaned over Derek to set it upright, but in doing so, his considerable bulge touched Derek’s shoulder. And it stayed there as Trevor drew back up to his full height.

“Stiff as a board” was a good way to describe the way Derek was sitting. He was staring straight ahead. His entire body was tense. His cheeks were tinged pink, and he was clearly desperately trying to maintain his composure.

Marcus could see right through it, though. He could pick up on the speed of Derek’s pulse. He could hear the shallowness of Derek’s breathing. His brother was turned on and the realization was mind-blowing.

Once everyone had their food, Trevor clapped his hands and grinned. “Enjoy! Have your fill! And there’re seconds—if you want them.”

Marcus watched Derek closely. His older brother looked intently at his plate, cycling his breathing, bringing his pulse under control. Gradually, the redness in Derek’s cheeks faded.

Derek looked up and met Marcus’ gaze. He averted his eyes quickly after that. He was well aware of Marcus’ capabilities, but Marcus also understood his older brother well enough to know that Derek would never address it and pretend that it had never happened.

A bite was all it took to shatter the fragile composure Derek had managed to regain. A quiet moan escaped him. Meat juices trickled out of the corner of his mouth. “W-what the hell, Dad? What kind of bacon is this? This isn’t what we usually get, is it?”

Trevor stood at the side of the table, crossed his arms over his ample chest, and grinned. “Pretty good, right?” he said. “I got it from a butcher downtown.”

The look on Derek’s face went from bliss to concern so quickly that it took Marcus a bit by surprise. “You got it from… a butcher?” said Derek.

Trevor nodded. “Highly recommended. It’s all-natural. The pigs are free to roam and they’re reared with love. That’s what the guy said, anyway.”

Nothing Trevor said seemed to ease Derek’s concerns. Marcus could understand why. Bacon was an expensive treat for their family, as it was. Getting it from a butcher was something they did on special occasions. Organic, free-range bacon from a butcher downtown, on the other hand, was more of an aspiration for their little family than anything.

Derek stared at the piece of bacon in his hand as if it were made of solid gold. “How… How much did it cost?” he said.

Trevor waved his hand dismissively. “It doesn’t matter how much it cost. We can afford it now. We’ve been tightening the belt for so long! Loosen up! It’s about time we got some well-deserved luxury!”

The dismissive hand wave was as much of a shock to Marcus as what came next. His dad had never been this flippant about money.

“I don’t get it.” Tristan broke into the conversation. “Dad, besides Derek—no offense—you’re usually the most tight-fisted about money. How can we afford to splurge on something like this? What’s changed?”

Clearly, Marcus wasn’t the only one taken aback.

Leo, on the other hand, who’d unrepentantly crammed his mouth full of food, audibly swallowed. “Did you win the lottery, Dad? You have to tell us if you won the lottery.”

“Okay, let’s not get too far ahead of ourselves,” Trevor said. “If I won the lottery, do you think we would still be staying here? We’d be living in a hotel or something for the next few months while I got the place renovated.”

“Okay. Fair point, Dad. But that doesn’t answer Tristan’s very salient question: how can we afford this? Last time I checked the books, we definitely couldn’t,” said Derek.

Marcus figured it was a good enough point in the conversation to interject. There was little sense in continuing to harp on the bacon issue. “So, dad… When are we going to meet her?”

Derek frowned. “Her? What are you talking about? What does that have to do with anything?”

Trevor, for his part, turned a faint shade of pink.

Marcus was intrigued. His horniness was briefly forgotten. He was certain it would come back, but for now, there were other pressing matters to focus on.

He couldn’t even remember the last time his dad had hooked up with a woman, much less dated one. Suddenly, the change in fashion choices made sense. “So… There is someone?” he said.

The redness in Trevor’s cheeks spread to his ears.

It was actually kind of adorable. Trevor had always tried to be as positive and open about sex as any dad could be, which Marcus appreciated, but Trevor was clearly still a bit shy about the topic despite being a grown man.

Marcus imagined that had something to do with Trevor dedicating his life to martial arts. Not much time to actually go out and explore, especially after taking in foster kids.

It was funny. Trevor was an incredibly attractive man. He should have been getting pussy left and right. Instead, he was all bashful about it.

Trevor coughed to clear his throat. “You’ll meet them when the time is right,” he said.

“Them, Dad? You dog! How many? I always knew you could pull off a harem if you wanted,” said Leo.

Derek glared at their youngest brother. Marcus was more amused by the outburst than anything because he kind of agreed.

Leo’s exuberance earned him a light smack on the back of the head. “No,” said Trevor. “There’s only one… person.”

There was a marked shift in the atmosphere of the room. The silence that followed was awkward, to say the least. But Marcus also picked up on the sudden spike of sexual tension that came after.

Trevor cleared his throat again and said, “They are good to me and I’ll introduce you to them when we’re ready to be public about our relationship.”

Another stretch of silence. This time, Marcus was the one to break it. “Oh. Uh. Yeah. That sounds pretty good, Dad. That’s… Great. Yeah. Yeah. That’s great!” His voice faltered halfway through as his brain struggled to process the new information.

Marcus could feel the others’ eyes on him. Trevor’s, in particular. He realized his hesitation might be sending the wrong message. “I-I don’t think I need to say it, Dad, but I’m happy for you! I really am! It’s just… a lot to process…” he blurted out.

Trevor chuckled. “It’s okay,” he said. “I understand. But I want you guys to know. No matter how things turn out, I’m not going to let anything get between us, okay? This”—he gestured around the table—“is the most important thing in my life and that’s not going to change. You got that?”

Derek tensed again as Trevor placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed. “We know, Dad,” he said quietly.

“Good.” Trevor grinned and patted Derek on the back. “Now eat. Before the food gets cold.”

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There was a thump as Marcus collapsed against the door to his room. His heart was pounding in his chest. His mind was racing. This was one of those moments when super-awareness was more of a curse than a blessing because he could feel his pulse thundering in his veins.

Trevor had taught them to shut off their awareness in situations like this so they didn’t get overwhelmed, but Marcus couldn’t muster the focus to do that. He felt as if his world had been turned upside down. It had taken all his willpower to maintain his composure over breakfast after the bombshell that Trevor had dropped on their family.

Marcus was still in a bit of disbelief. Everyone had gone back to normal so quickly that he wondered if he had just dreamed everything up. Maybe the others were inwardly having the same freak-out he was having, but it was impossible to tell. They were all acting as if Trevor hadn’t just dropped an atomic bomb on top of their little family.

He couldn’t stop running the scene through his head over and over. He was trying to find some fault, some reason to think that he had gotten the wrong message out of it, but he couldn’t. His dad was gay. Or at least bi, maybe. It wasn’t exactly clear, but the implication was pretty strong.

Marcus had so many questions and so few of them were appropriate for the kind of relationship he had with his dad. And yet he couldn’t stop wondering. Was Trevor a top? A bottom? He had a guess based on how Trevor had been dressing the past couple of days, but maybe he was just stereotyping his own dad.

It would have been reductionist to think that Trevor was taking it up the ass just because he’d started wearing short shorts around the house. But those shorts did show off that tight, muscular rump so well, so it was a bit of a toss-up.

Marcus groaned. His cock was pulsing against his thigh. It had been since the moment Trevor all but admitted he wasn’t dating a woman.

He felt as if he were a teenager again, fantasizing over his foster dad’s jacked body. It was wrong, but he couldn’t help himself. He’d always been a bit of a pervert, if he was being honest.

Marcus grabbed his cock through his pants and threw himself into bed. He reached into his nightstand and pulled out the used jockstrap he’d retrieved from the dojo the other night. It wasn’t as rank with musk and the smell of sweat and sex as on the night he’d found it, but it still smelled so gods-damned good.

He slipped a hand past the waistband of his pants to massage his erection. He held the jock up to his face and took a deep breath. The musky, strangely sweet scent made his head spin and his cock strain. It was better than any brand of poppers he’d tried.

Marcus closed his eyes. He fantasized about watching Trevor strip down into nothing but the jock. His cock leaked at the thought of seeing those chiseled ass cheeks framed by the jock. They would look so firm and plump, pushed up by the straps.

He groaned. He open-mouthed panted, tongue lolling out. He imagined grabbing those meaty cheeks, palming them, squeezing them with his fingers. And then he’d spread them, pushing them apart with the heels of his hands.

Marcus wondered what kind of noises Trevor might make while he did those things. Was his dad loud in bed? There was every chance. He knew some repressed guys went wild once they had the freedom to express their sexual desires.

Or maybe Trevor would be all shy about it. Honestly, Marcus wasn’t sure what he’d prefer. The thought of such a big man making desperate, high-pitched noises turned him on like nothing else. But so did the prospect of his dad grunting and groaning like a beast in rut.

“Fuck. Dad. Why do you have to be so hot?” Marcus moaned into the jock he was holding over his face. He knew it couldn’t be Trevor’s. He didn’t think his dad owned any jockstraps. Then again, he was pretty sure Trevor was currently wearing a jockstrap under his shorts.

It didn’t matter. Marcus didn’t care. The jock smelled fucking amazing. But it would be so hot if the jock did belong to his dad.

He knew he was being depraved, but he couldn’t help himself. Even if it were filthy and wrong, he couldn’t stop thinking about Trevor in this way.

Marcus fished his cock out of his pants. He spread his legs. He thrust his hips, fucking his cock into his hand.

He fantasized about bending Trevor over, about sticking his face between those fat, firm ass cheeks. He liked to think he’d be able to make his dad writhe as he tongued him out. He just knew Trevor’s musky hole would taste so good.

Marcus left the jock on his face and slipped his now-free hand under his shirt. He grabbed a nipple and twisted, moaning as the frisson of pain made his cock jump.

“Fuck. Dad. I know this is wrong, but I can’t fucking resist your body…” he muttered as he rolled his hips and fucked his hand.

“It’s your fault. You’re such a fucking temptation, Dad. It’s bad enough to be gay with a hot adoptive father…” Marcus tightened his grip on his shaft. “But then you had to go and dress like a fucking common whore. You’re practically waving that ass in front of my face. Fuck.”

Marcus’ cock was leaking all over his fingers. Every stroke sounded wetter and lewder than the last. Tension coiled at the base of his erection. He was so, so close to blasting his load.

In his fantasy, he and Trevor would be in the dojo. He would push Trevor down into the mat. He’d rub his cock up and down in the cleft of that round, muscular ass. “This is all your fault, Dad,” he groaned. “I’m trying so hard to be a hero like you. To be a good role model. But you just had to keep flaunting your thick muscles. Your delicious ass.”

Marcus took a deep breath, his lungs filling with that delectable scent and the earthy musk from the jock covering his face. “How am I supposed to stay on the right path when you’re walking around the house in short shorts, just practically begging for cock, Dad?”

His hand flew faster and faster along the length of his shaft. “This is your fault. You’re doing this to me, Dad. You’re making me do all these filthy things. You’re giving me all these thoughts.”

Marcus tossed his head back, his legs tensing, his toes curling. He was close, so close. “You’re turning me into a pervert, Dad. Do you like it? Is this what you wanted? Do you like perving on your own son, Dad?”

Despite his best efforts, Marcus couldn’t contain himself. He moaned out loud. “Oh, fuck, Dad! I’m gonna cum all over your back!” His whole body tensed. His back arched off the bed. His cock strained and pulsed, his nuts churning with his load. He was going to blow.

But then there was a knock on the door. Marcus’ blood ran cold. His approaching orgasm evaporated.

“Hey, buddy. Are you okay?” Shit. It was Trevor.

Marcus gulped and took a few deep breaths. His voice was still shakier than he would have liked when he responded. “Y-yeah, Dad! Doing great! Just, uh… Just doing some light exercise… Do you need me for anything?”

“No. You’re fine. Just wanted to let you know I’m heading to work. Do you need anything? I’m thinking of dropping by the department store after.”

Marcus shook his head. It took him a few seconds to remember Trevor wasn’t in the room with him. “I-I’m good, Dad! I-I hope you have a good day at work!”

“Thanks, buddy. Hope you have a good day too,” said Trevor.

Marcus didn’t relax until he was sure that Trevor had left. When the footsteps receded into the distance, all the tension in his body melted away. He looked up at the ceiling and sighed.

His cock was soft now, but he was as horny as ever. He was down bad. He hadn’t been this horny for his dad since he was a teenager. But he wasn’t an idiot. He knew that whatever Trevor’s sexuality ended up being, or that however things might have changed, his fantasies couldn’t be anything more than fantasies.

Marcus needed to blow off some steam. He needed fucked, bad. And there was only one place he knew of where he could get what he needed.

He swung his legs off the side of the bed. There were things he could do to keep his mind off of Trevor for now, but they would be more like band-aids than anything. But once the sun set and the people started going to the bars and the clubs in the area, he would be there.

The only way he was going to properly get his mind off Trevor was getting dicked down and he was nothing if not determined to get his ass railed tonight.