Date: Sun, 13 Feb 2011 21:32:46 -0800
From: iwalked7miles@aol.com
Subject: A Father's Challenge 10

Disclaimer...the following story is entirely fictional and the characters
not related to anybody nor to any situation.  It is a product of my
storytelling imagination.  I hope you enjoy it.  By the way, thanks to all
of you for your wonderful emails.  I enjoy hearing from you.  Comments can
be sent to iwalked7miles@aol.com.

Ten

A dawn of a new day.  And attitude.  I woke up refreshed.  Glancing at the
window, I gathered it was shortly after sunrise.  I stretched cautiously so
as not to wake the son beside me.  Stretching warned me that the sheets had
gotten entangled around our legs.  My son's back was facing me.  My waking
hardon winked at me.  I was in a good mood.  Like a lot of mornings, once I
woke up, my hardon slowly abandoned me, telling me I wasn't about to face a
horny morning.  Why should it, I asked myself, when it was getting so much
use?  I hadn't been this continuously active in...in years.

I decided to lay and stare at the back of my son's head.  He had done two
things to me mentally.  One, he made me feel like a wreckless school boy
again, and two, he made me feel confidently grown up.

We were in our final full day together at the family cabin.  It didn't
bother me that I was tremendously curious about what Lucas would want to do
today.  When we came here as a family unit, he'd spend hours in the woods,
sometimes with his brother, sometimes not.  Or he'd want to swim, which
require my being right along with him or at the shore line where I could
see him out in the water.  I gave in and told myself that on this last
evening, I'd relent and get a fire going.

Now...he was a little more mature, he was going through his changes, and
he'd discovered his father had a bigger universe to share beyond every day
matters.

It was early, too early to wake him up without anything specific in mind.
I forced myself to rise and head for the coffee maker.  Once that was up
and running, I opened the front door to test the temperature.  Warm but
damp.  The dew on the grass would feel cold to my feet if I were to walk
outside, so I didn't.

I found myself anxious for Luke to wake up, but I figured he had about
another hour before coming out of sleep on his own.  And here was a kicker
of a feeling.  I was alone, like I sometimes found myself wanting to be at
home but had a hard time of it.  It brought that adreneline rush of wanting
to jack off because I could.  I had time.  It was an old feeling now.  I
had to laugh silently because the desire came on in such a rush about doing
it before anyone coming around could stop me or catch me.  Now I was around
one person that wouldn't startle me if he did come around a corner or
through a door and see what I was doing.  That urge to want to beat off
remained, but I thought, I can wait and see if my son was going to want to
spend this last day together sharing it.

Making myself busy with small matters, I sipped coffee, cleaned dishes, wet
a towel with soapy water and wiped down the floors where I remember Lucas
and I unloading our orgasms.

I decided I wanted another hike some time during the day.  I loved the
woods, so did Lucas.  The last time we walked, we paid more attention to
each other then our surroundings.

At last my patience was rewarded.  Lucas came out of my room, hair a mess,
grinding his eyes as he made his way to the bathroom, his boner sticking
practically vertical with his body.  Mine had never done that.  "Morning,"
He mumbled, disappearing into the bathroom.

"How'd you sleep?"  I called.

Seconds later, his voice reverberated, "I fell asleep right away after we
turned the light out."

"So did I," I admonished.

"You know," He said, coming out of the bathroom, all giddy, "I sometimes
have to do that so that I can sleep."

"What, get off?"  He nodded, heading for his room and disappearing once
again.  "You got lucky.  When I have nights like that, I have to sneak off
to the bathroom.  Your mother would never get used to me doing it next to
her, nor like it."

Reappearing with a tooth brush, he said, "That's something I don't get.  I
thought two married people could do anything in front of each other."  Once
again, he went into the bathroom and started brushing his teeth.

"That depends," I said, somewhat disappointingly.  "Women have quite a
different point of view about male sexuality."  At least I always saw it
that way, I thought.

A couple minutes later, my son came back.  I was pulling an egg carton from
the fridge.  "Oh good!  A hot breakfast this morning!"  He said excitedly.
When he didn't say anything more to our conversation, I figured, like
myself, he didn't fancy talking about sex with hunger in mind.

"Wanna hike today?" I asked to change the subject.

"Yes!"  His response was instant.  "It won't be the same if I return home
without scratches on my shins and arms from the bushes."  That was
something I had to laugh with him about.

"We'll leave about noon, then," I stated, cracking eggs into a pan.  "You
wanna rough it without a lunch or pack something up?"

"Just snacks'll do," He said consideringly.  "I'm getting completely used
to this naked thing, dad.  Anywhere out there we can take our clothes off
that we won't run into any people?"

"I don't know," I said honestly.  "The further away from the cabin and lake
we get, the more tourist-like the woods gets with all the trails.  But," I
winked, "I did find this neat glade a little ways out that I sunbathed
naked and was never bothered."

"I'll take it!" He fake punched me on the arm.  He was in a frisky mood
this morning himself.

We ate breakfast, then I asked him to help me clean up the area I'd split
the wood.  He agreed happily.  The task didn't take long.  I also used the
old fashioned lawn mower to trim the grass down once it was dry from the
sun's heat.

At noon we were boisterously on our way, both carrying light back packs and
easy-to-remove clothing.

We chatted a great deal as we trudged through the wilderness, everything
familiar to both of us, including the changes we noticed of growth and
decay.  Thinking of growth, my attention was drawn to how much Lucas had
actually heightened in the past year, filling out steadily in muscle.  I
estimated him at about five foot six with a above average swimmer's build.
He may just become a bit taller then me, I mused.

It was feeling like a typical day between us, the old way, the time before
this weekend.  We were doing the things we'd do if the rest of the family
were back at the cabin.

I steered us toward the sunny glade I'd found, surrounded by crags, tall
trees and foliage above the hiking trails.  It was a peaceful spot.  I
remember the first time I stopped there and rested.  The moments stretched
and the only sounds I'd heard were from nature.  At that time I stripped
down, lay on a towel and day dreamed.  That was a couple years ago.

When we reached the glade, I said, "This is it."  I looked around, not able
to see much farther past the rocky crags, bushes and towering tree trunks.
Where we were, another person would have to make an effort to invade the
privacy.  When I turned to see my son's reaction, he had already begun
stripping, his back pack already on the ground beside him; it was a
beautiful sight.  It took a good forty minutes to arrive, and by now I was
quite ready for a break.

Lucas composed his body in the position of a cross and thrust his face
skyward, eyes closed, soaking in the sun, not a care in the world.

I admired him.  Before I removed my clothes, I stood there and just watched
him feel free, detached from society, like I had been feeling during the
course of the weekend.  The sun's rays touched our skin invitingly.
Surrounded by the beauty of the forest, the sounds of nature, our
heartbeats, what we were sharing...

I thought again about what I felt earlier, that this was a typical day.  I
think more things became typical.  Looking about the glade, I spotted the
small rock cropping that jetted upward from the earth.  I knew it well, or
at least, for the past three years.

It was a place that I'd released my semen every time I was here.  I thought
of it as the 'unloading stone.'  How boyish of me, I mused, but then again,
there isn't a man alive who doesn't have a boy inside himself forever.
Sure, you can deny it publicly, but privately, oh no, there will always be
a boy's point of view that surfaces in you.

Having no secrets from my son, I stepped behind him and pulled him into me.
He had no resistance.  Perhaps, he wanted to feel...helpless in safety.  I
bared his weight against me.  Opening his eyes and turning his head to see
me, he said, "I'm trying to miss life at home, but right now, I can't."
His voice was calm, serene.  "This is too fantastic, dad."

The contact of his body to mine was a different kind of warmth that the sun
forced us to feel.  "Do you know what it means to make a tradition of
something, Luke?"  I asked.

He looked at me quizically, eyes questioning and expression curious.
"Something like making it a holiday?"  He asked.

I laughed.  It was a good way of thinking about it.  Giving him a tight
hug, I pointed to that 'unloading stone' and said, "You see that?"  He
looked where I was pointing and nodded.  "I've cum on that rock for the
past three years."

Lucas jerked forward, straightening, his attention completely on that rock.
I let my arms fall away from him so he could move about as he liked.  His
excitement was ten fold.  He looked from me to the rock, back and forth a
few times.  What was nice to see was that he was thinking about what I'd
done here, and he seemed to be envisioning it.

But surprisingly, Lucas changed focus.  His voice, when he spoke next, had
determination.  "Can I talk about the internet thing again, dad?"  My
eyebrows furrowed.  I'm a father.  I'm cautious.  Lucas closed any space
between us before he continued, and his was under my nose.  "You said maybe
when I'm sixteen.  What's the difference between now and then?  When you
know what I'm going through here?  Wanting to see things," He waved his
arms around, "Wanting to know?"

I closed my eyes hard, then snapped them open again.  It was one of those
times when I had to get through to him what I could see that he couldn't.
I gave it my best shot.  "Son," I gripped his shoulders tenderly.  Looking
in his eyes, seeing the longing for wanting to be trusted in his feelings,
wanting to believe negative things couldn't happen to this kid of mine.  I
took a deep breath.

"What I told you I found on the net that I enjoy," I began, "Well, Luke, it
all had to do with dealing with adults."  I dropped my arms and stepped
away.  I paced casually as I spoke.  "Luke, there are people out there on
the internet who look for people like you to take advantage of.  You're
young, you're eager, ready to do whatever!"  I couldn't help expressing an
urgency in my voice.  When I felt it, I forced myself to calm down and step
in front of my son again, facing him eye to eye.

He was listening, thinking.  If, down the road, I would be saying this to
my son Tim, with his attitude, he'd be ignoring my concerns over his own
interests and wanting stupid challenges.  But not Lucas.  He was actually
paying attention.  Calmly, I said, "I've seen a lot of chat.  I've seen
chat from people I wouldn't trust to ever let them be around you."  I
paused for my own sake as I ticked off in my mind the screen names of
faceless people who pissed me off with their fantasies.

"Luke," Again, I made body contact; it seemed the best thing to do lightly
touching the knuckles of my fingers to his chest.  He seemed to trust me
more when I touched him.  "There are people on the internet who distort
everything, and I mean everything!"  I said passionately.  "If you think
that I'm going to open up a window for you when you're all alone, knowing
these kinds of people are out there, well," I sighed, "I won't."  I had to
be firm.  "Son, there really are people out there who distort love, and
when they do this, you won't know it's happening to you until you're its
victim and need to call for help.  I don't want you to ask me to let this
happen to you."

This was emotional for me.  It reached every root of my being a parent and
being protective.  I also had to understand what he was trying to
comprehend with me liking exactly what I was protecting him from.  Lucas
was staring at my chest.  With a strong hand under his chin, I forced his
face up to meet my eyes.  "Son, I'm trying as hard as I can to make you
understand this without hurting your needs."

We stared at each other, me waiting, him thinking about things.  But I got
impatient.  "Luke, don't tell me you haven't heard about sexual violence
because I've never stopped you from knowing about it.  Don't tell me you
haven't heard about kids and teenagers being taped doing things with
adults.  Don't tell me-"

"Stop."

I did.  When Lucas said stop, I stopped.  And I saw him growing up right
before my eyes.  "Okay," He huffed, "Okay, I get it."  His eyes blinked
rapidly, then he stepped away.  He shook his head, perhaps to clear his
thoughts, but I wanted to give him plenty of information he needed to think
about before he asked me to give allowances to his needs.

"How weird," He chuckled.  "I've heard mom say stuff, I've heard teachers
tell us things, I've seen things on the news about kids and adults," He
paused, rubbing his face.  When he turned back to me and met my gaze, I was
facing a true, young adult.  "Dad," He took one step toward me, "I never
believed in the dangers of...of this until just now."  He laughed
hysterically before continuing.  "I know what distored means," He stated
emphatically.  "I do," He nodded, more to himself then to me.  As he looked
at me again, totally serious, I knew he understood my concerns.  The look
on his face also told me he knew himself he couldn't recognize it happening
to him even he wanted to.

"It's okay, dad," He said, connecting his body to the warmth of mine in a
hug.  "No matter what I'm going through sexually, I don't want to know
about distortion."

I held him.  For many moments.  I had an intelligent, intellectual son.
What I just found out was that it took intelligence, honesty and openness
on my part to communicate with him. It also told me that whatever I had to
hide wouldn't help him at all in his future.

Lucas again changed the subject; back to the rock.  He broke free of our
embrase and stood over the rock I'd cum on for the past few years.  With a
grin and a hand to his crotch to modivate his cock, he asked, "Wanna start
a new tradition?"

I watched his eager cock grow rapidly, thinking about the conversation we'd
just had.  My cock hardened also.  A teenager's mind is like a maze.  As
long as one doesn't run into a dead end, there's hope.  And if you do run
into a dead end, think about how you arrived before you go back the way you
came.

"Let's just jack off and cover this rock with cum, dad!"

I chuckled, grabbing my cock and starting to stroke.  Lucas didn't try to
make this a flesh to flesh adventure.  We stood and jacked off face to face
in the woods under the sky until we covered that rock with sperm.

And when we were spent, we giggled and agreed to wait a little while to do
it again before heading back to the cabin...