Date: Sat, 29 Jan 2011 22:47:27 -0800 From: Miles Subject: A Father's Challenge Part Five 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 . A Father's Challenge - Part Five Though I didn't choose to, I kept looking for the clues. Signs from either of us that what was taking place shouldn't be. There was none. This time alone together, just me and Lucas, was flowing nicely. It was the longest stretch of time in his life that it was just the two of us. Until this point, there was always someone else around. I was pleased to show one of my children the meaning of being uninhibited. Now that I was in this deep, I wasn't going to back down. We had stood out in the rain just talking and joking around until my body was rinsed clean of our semen. I had a lot of help with that because Lucas rubbed at my chest with his elegant fingers. When I'm completely drenched, my wet body hair makes me look much darker when it's matted down. Lucas hadn't had any experience with body hair as yet, and he seemed to understand that I was how I was. I wondered how alike he would turn out compared to me. We'd been inside for a couple hours after the rain wash, had breakfast, rummaged through things around the cabin, when I remembered something. There are only four rooms in this abode; two bedrooms, the bathroom and the main living area and kitchen. I was in me and my wife's room, and he in one of the others. "Hey Luke?" I called. "Yeah?" The muffle of his voice told me he was probably in the bedroom that he, his brother and sister used while the entire family was here. "I forgot to tell you that I rented some movies we can watch if things get too boring around here." Seconds later he was at the bedroom door, comfortably naked. "What'd you bring?" He asked with interest. Being nude myself, I began to notice his casual 'looking me over' eye. It pleased me to know he felt okay to do so. "A couple action films, a couple supernatural," I told him. "You know how bad I am at picking out movies so I have no idea if they'll be any good." This was a humorous point in my family life. On weekends, whenever we rented movies, I usually wasn't allowed to pick them out. "Doesn't matter," Lucas chuckled, crossing his arms over his torso and leaning against the door frame. "Sometimes bad movies are cool to watch because it gives me something to laugh about." I eyed him skeptically. "Seriously, dad," He shrugged, "I don't mind them. Besides, as you know, my mind is on other things." It was heading toward early afternoon and the rain was still dancing on the rooftop. "Oh?" I laughed, standing from the bed to put the contents of the suitcase I'd brough on the dresser. "What have you been up to?" "Nothing right now," He smirked, "just thinking of things to ask you that I'd like to know." It was alright with me to know that he was taking this opportunity to build a mental check list. I'm sure he wanted to cram as much into this situation as he could. I think I sensed how he felt. We would not be able to be this open once we got back home. I also detected that he wanted to run with the idea of letting me know as much about what he felt he had to keep private as possible. When he mentioned that he was thinking of things to ask me, I interpreted it as the things he'd like me to know about him. It was because of his age. He was a sprouting young adult, and he wanted to express himself and be recognized. "Lucas," I said softly, leaning against the dresser and crossing my arms over my chest as well. Our mannerisms where quite similar, I saw. "How about if you don't try too hard to ask me what you want to know and just let me show you?" His eyebrow raised curiously to this as he looked me over. Perhaps he didn't understand. "All I'm saying, son, is that I'm gonna do exactly what I'd do even if you weren't here." Of course, I wouldn't have if he hadn't instigated this twist on the weekend about not believing I jack off. I walked over and stopped in front of him. The sigh that eminated from me was upbeat, enthusiastic. "How about if you do the same?" His body jerked at this, surprised. "You mean..." He fumbled for how to put his thoughts into words, "like...if I wanna jack off suddenly when we're in the same room, I don't have to run to the bedroom kinda thing?" His voice stuttered as he asked this. I smiled. "Just playing with my cock like I sometimes like to do even if I don't wanna get off?" The expression on his face was of wonderment, like he couldn't believe he could do any of this. When I didn't reply verbally yet let him see my expression of acceptance to this, he was taken aback. Beside himself. I hadn't expected all that he said, but it brought back memories of myself thinking I wished I could do the same thing whenever, no matter who was around. It would have made my testosterone level much more comfortable with such a freedom. My son's mind was on his cock and what he could do with it. All else was secondary in this stage of his life. I was learning a great deal here, in our private situation. I wanted to allow these things because I went through them myself and wished I didn't have to be so...secretive. "Luke," I grinned, looking down at my cock fondly, slipping into revery, "I know what you're going through. I do," He watched me as I grabbed my soft shaft and lay it lovingly in the open palm of my hand. I stared at it for a good minute before telling him, "I love my cock. It pleases me when nothing else can. It's there for me when no one else is. It loves me most at times when no one else is offering to. And I appreciate that." I sighed longingly. Snapping back to the present, I let my cock fall from my hand and cupped my son's balls with tenderness. When our eyes met, I sensed a great deal of mutual belief. "You can show me that you love your cock." His forehead trembled as if in relief. "I'd love to see that." His eyes rimmed moistly. He didn't hide expressing that he couldn't believe he could do this but that it was the truth. My fingers caressed him smooth balls. They were small in my hand, robins eggs. It brought back a memory, once again, and I asked Lucas, "Do you study yourself? Watch how you're growing?" He smiled at that. "Yeah," he breathed out, "I do. I watch it all the time." He had that tone in his voice that told me he looked forward to more. In an unbragging way, he said, "I know I'm growing since the first time I started getting off." I fondled him as he spoke. We didn't get hard. It wasn't that kind of moment. I loved feeling the warmth of his ball sac. "You're still developing, son," I said soothingly, "but remember this...size shouldn't matter to you. It's what you do with it." He looked at me blankly, then asked, "But isn't bigger better?" I shook my head with a chuckle and replied, "Only to those who don't give a damn about who you are on the inside." My son thought about this heavily. I could see it on his face. His brow furrowed, his attention turning to my cock. He reached for it, hefting it up in his palm, up and down. "So I shouldn't hope for this?" He asked, his eyes meeting mine. With a wink, I replied, "Be glad for what you have, son. I'm certain you're still growing," I made a point of caressing his cock, "but however you turn out physically, it's how you use it that matters. And...it's pretty much all about how you accept liking yourself when it comes to pleasure." Lucas looked doubtful for a split second, then seemed to calm down about size. He caressed my cock thoughtfully, and with his free hand took hold of my balls. I looked down at us, our arms intertwined in mutual exploration. It was an odd moment for me, considering that the two of us had already gotten off together a few times. It got me to thinking how comfortable we'd become, that it wasn't about having orgasms together. We were relating to each other at different ages. We were related yet different. I wondered, as he fondled me, if he wanted to be what I was physically or if he was just enjoying the opportunity to see how different men are physically. I had to let him wonder this, if it was the case. He was concerned with appearance. We all are. We all compare ourselves to others in quite a secretive way. My son and I were now able to not hide this. It was satisfying. I'd cum often enough since the day before that my libido was satisfied, content until the next time it surfaced its hungry head. I stopped fondling Lucas, but watched as he continued to caress me. Sensually, it invoked something I never experienced before...that I liked to be touched without having to be get aroused. It caused different sensations in me I wanted to keep feeling. "What are you thinking?" I suddenly asked him. He shrugged, smiling, pulling my cock out, stretching it. "I'm thinking how easy this is, touching your body, getting touched by you. I like it." "Why is that?" I had to ask. "I don't know," he said with a shrug of his shoulders. "Up until now I've had nothing to compare myself to with how I'm feeling, how I'm supposed to be, and you're changing that, dad," He sighed pleasantly. "In a good way." What he said made all of this a pure wonderment for me. I saw his individuality. I saw his personal choices. He was glad for the ability to share something in common with another man, even though he was a step behind becoming one. I was there to be a part of the unexpected urges our body insists manifests in us. I was alone going through it at a basic instinct, but my son didn't have to be. I could let him see it's positiveness. This was turning into a revalation for me, being a father. I had responsibilites to this kid. Watching him see me as who I am, and watching him touch my body gave me every belief that I was alright, that I was doing what should be. I knew what my challenge was now. I'd spent the past twenty four hours going over this in my mind. And here it was. Seeing my son appreciate me. Watching him want to know why he goes through what he goes through during puberty, horniness; personalization and exhibitionism, being secretive and knowing when to express yourself. My mind was in a whirlwind. My challenge wasn't about sharing everything with a male. It was about telling the rest of the world to fuck off. All the rules, all the do's and don'ts, all the wrongs and rights. I was done with it as I watched my son enjoying ME. He wasn't doing it to get sex. He was learning about himself through me. I am proud of that. Come what may, in whatever my son wants to learn, I leave myself totally open and offer him all of my experience that he can profit from. This challenge I felt, it was against society. All the voices that say 'this is wrong.' Well, this was feeling pretty right to me as Lucas smiled. I could see his love for me in his eyes. He wanted to be expressive, and I allowed it. How relieved I felt at letting go of the ghosts of people who won't let something like this be educational and loving. My son was learning from me, and that was that. Lucas pulled his hand away from me, and in a chipper mood said, "Well, either we check out these movies you brought, or run back out in the rain and make our own movies!" The tone of his voice was hinting. His quick smile impressed me, considering what all just went through my mind about all of this. I grudgingly said, "I think I wanna stay dry for now. Let's check out the movies." "As long as you hold me!" He stated. While we focused our attention on setting up for watching the first movie, I couldn't help but stop and thing of something. The two of us went from talking about movies to sexualtiy. It was a good thing for me to think about. Men can virtually conceive anything they hear and compare it to self pleasure. We can turn an otherwise normal conversation into sexuality in our thought process. When me and Lucas settled in to the first movie, I made sure I was first on the couch, letting him put the DVD in. After he did this, he turned back to see me laying there, comfortable, relaxed, open. He stepped toward me with an impish grin and knowing where he was welcome. Crawling into my arms, we cuddled together and held on for a good movie, or bad. It didn't matter because we shared the experience...