Date: Sun, 13 Jun 2004 14:24:17 -0700
From: PSDesertGuys <jg.ps@gte.net>
Subject: A Summer with Dad

For the first time in my life I was standing next to my dad at a urinal. We
were in the men's room at a rest stop on I5 and I was 19 years old. My dad
had come down to the university to pick me up and take me back to his ranch
for the summer because mom and her husband were going to Europe for three
months. Dad and I hadn't spent much time together since he split with mom
and I was just a little anxious about spending the whole summer with him.

"What's the matter," my dad said, following my gaze, "you never seen
another guy's dick before?" He milked it down a couple of times and tucked
it back in his jeans.

"Sure. Lots of them." He was washing his hands, looking at me in the
mirror. "Just not yours." I'd been finished for a while so I put it away
and went to the wash basin next to him.

He laughed and kicked on one of the hot air machines to dry his hands.
"Just not mine? What the hell's that supposed to mean?"

I wiped my hands on my pants. "I hate those things. They never work."

I went outside and waited for my dad to give up on the hot air. I stretched
and wanted a cigarette. Another little secret I knew I'd have to deal with
at some point.

"Hey, you going to drive for a while?"

I nodded and he tossed me the keys to the big wine colored Explorer. It was
a joy to drive after my '67 Vega which had died on Valentine's day and was
now in the salvage yard. Not all bad, though; they'd given me a hundred
dollars for it even with a broken axle and burned out transmission.

I set the speed control for 73 and settled in.

Dad was smiling when I glanced over at him. "Okay, okay. I know those
things don't work but what the hell. If some guy at the highway department
goes to all the trouble of installing one, the least I can do is use it."
He ducked his head so I wouldn't see him grin. "Even if they don't work."

We rode in silence for a while before he remembered. "So. What did you mean
by that `Just not yours' crack?"

I shrugged, sorry that I'd blurted it out.

"No, really. I want to know."

"I don't know. It's just that the guys you talk to, you know, around
campus, they just seem to have been with their dads naked, that's all. Like
swimming or in the locker room. Maybe around the house. I never have."

He grinned at me. "That's what you college guys sit around and bullshit
about? Seeing your dads naked?"

"Not all the time, but it came up once or twice. We talk about a lot of
stuff. Like Jimmy, in the room next door? He says his dad doesn't wear
clothes around the house at all unless he's getting ready to go out or
something."

"Oh, I can just see that at our house. Now how do you think your mother
would have been, coming downstairs on Sunday morning and finding me
sprawled out on the couch naked, reading the papers?"

I laughed out loud. It was a funny picture.

"Does her husband do that? Run around naked in the house?"

"The CeeFow? Not a chance. He probably wears a suit and tie in the shower."

Dad gave me a look. "The CeeFow?"

"Yea, you know, C.F.O., Chief Financial Officer. I call him the CeeFow. Mom
doesn't like it."

He sighed. "I can't imagine why."

"Anyway, most guys have been around their fathers naked but when we got to
talking about it, I realized I never was. No big deal. You hungry?"

He was. We decided on burgers and cokes so we wouldn't have to stop for
very long. After that it was only a couple of hours until we got off the
freeway and then a half hour on back roads. Dad showed me where to stop and
he jumped out to open the gate. When he'd closed it and gotten back in he
said he thought one of our projects that summer would be to put in an
automatic opener. He was getting tired of always getting out to open and
close the gate.

His house was about a half a mile up a dirt road through the vineyard and
he told me to take it real slow and not raise a lot of dust. Grapes don't
like dust on their leaves.

When we got to the house dad helped me carry my suitcases in. "They'll have
to go in my room for the moment," he said, "Jake hasn't quite finished with
your room. You'll have to bunk in with me for a couple of days too if you
don't mind. Or you can have the couch in the living room if you'd rather."

The couch was narrow and didn't look particularly comfortable while the bed
in dad's room was king sized, firm and made up with cool clean sheets. No
contest. I said I'd bunk in with him.

After some of my clothes were hung up in the closet or stashed in an empty
drawer dad looked around and shrugged. "Not too bad, I guess. It'll do for
a week or so until I can get a fire built under Jake." He looked at
me. "Seem okay to you?"

I nodded. The bed sure looked more comfortable than the lumpy thing I slept
on at school and the room was three times the size of what I was used
to. Dad stood in the middle of the room deep in thought. After a moment or
two he gave a small unconscious shrug and looked at me. "Well, then," he
said with a little smile, "I guess now you're finally gonna get your
chance."

 I didn't have a clue as to what he was talking about and I suppose it
showed on my face. That made him laugh. "In hot weather like this I always
use the shower outside. So, if you want to shower too you'll finally get to
see your old man naked as the day he was born. With no suit and no tie,
either."

I laughed at that. I hadn't thought he was paying attention when I said it.

He showed me the dirty clothes hamper – and said the guy who cleaned the
house every couple of weeks would take care of it. When we started to take
our clothes off I was kind of shy about it, I mean, he was my dad and
all. He seemed so matter of fact about it, not showing off but not shy
about anything either, that he made me feel pretty comfortable about it in
about three seconds. He tossed me a towel and we went out to the shower.

The shower was just outside dad's bathroom and turned out to be nothing
more than a pipe with a shower head at the top set in the middle of a
concrete floor. It did have hot water but there were no walls or roof or
anything and standing in it you could look over the vineyard and see the
mountains way off in the distance. It was actually pretty neat.

Dad turned on the water and said, "It'll be a bit crowded using the same
nozzle but it'll have to do for now. Seeing as you're going to be here all
summer I think I'll get Jake to add one for you. Now come on, let's get
wet."

We stood under the water for a moment before dad stepped back and looked me
up and down. "You know what, Billy? You turned out to be a hell of a nice
looking kid. I'm really sorry I couldn't spend more time with you these
last six years but you know... Your mom was... Well, you know." He grinned
at me. "I'm really glad you came up here to spend the summer. Maybe we can
finally get to know each other."

While he was talking I got a chance to look him up and down too. We're
about the same height and have the same dark curly hair although his was
cut a lot shorter than mine. He had a lot of hair on his chest, too, and a
line of it ran down his belly and joined up with the thick bush at his
crotch. His dick was about like most guys I'd seen but heavy looking, like
it was just waking up. I was surprised to see he was circumcised since I'm
not. His balls hung just a little lower than the pink head of his dick and
they swayed when he moved. His legs were nearly as hairy as his chest and
he had thick calves, probably from working the grapes.

He caught me looking him over and he struck a pose, feet wide apart and his
arms stretched out to the side. "I'll bet your mother told you you look
like her side of the family, right? Well, what do you think now?"

"She was wrong. I'm more like you than like Uncle Jim or Grandpa. Their
hair is different, straight, and not as dark. They're shorter than us too
and they have blue eyes."

Dad slowly looked me over again. I was watching his eyes and when he got to
my crotch they stopped. "Yea, I'd have to say you have more of me in you
than your mom. But what the hell's that? A tattoo?"

I'd forgotten about that. "Sort of." It was like a chain around the base of
my dick. When I was hard you could see the separate links.

"God I'll bet that hurt."

I laughed. "Not really. It's one of those transfer things. You know, you
wet it and press it on the skin for a while. When you take it off the
picture stays."

He bent down for a closer look and just for a flash I thought he was going
to touch it. "Well, it is kind of intriguing. How long will it last?"

I shrugged and thought if he didn't stop staring at it I would get hard for
sure. "I don't know. Maybe all summer."

He straightened up and found a bar of soap. "Well then, if this won't take
it off you'd better wash it. The rest of you, too."

We didn't talk much while we finished washing but we did look at each
other, trying not to be obvious abut it. When we were finished and standing
in the last of the sun, drying off, dad said that he'd gotten us some
steaks to grill for dinner. "You old enough to have a beer before we get to
that?" he asked.

"Beer? Not wine?" I said, gesturing at the vineyard.

"Wine with a meal but beer in the afternoon, when you're unwinding. I've
got some pretty good local stuff, too. They make it just over there," he
said, pointing, "just over that ridge. We'll go over there one day if you'd
like, see how they make it."

"Yea, I'd like that. Beer now, tour maybe later."

He laughed. "Coming up!"

We put on some shorts and sat on the porch, shirtless in the heat, enjoying
the beer. When we got to the second bottle he kind of ducked his head and
said quietly, "You know, son, I have a little bit of a confession to
make. I know you'll probably hate me for it but for my sake I hope you'll
understand."

"Are you serious? What could be that bad?"

"Well, see, when I drink beer, like now, I get..." He looked up at me. "I
really want a cigarette."

I looked him in the eye and grinned. "Like father like son."

"Really? I thought all you college guys... well, I don't know what I
thought but I guess it was wrong. Back in a minute."

He came back with a pack of cigarettes, a lighter and an ashtray. He lit
one and handed it to me, then lit one for himself. He exhaled and
laughed. "Summer's going to be a lot easier now. I don't smoke many but
they are good with a beer."

After dinner we had a couple more beers before deciding it was time to turn
in. When we got ready for bed he asked me if I minded that he slept naked.

"Not if you don't mind that I sleep the same way. Have since I went away to
college." As hot as it was, and since there was no air conditioning, we
slept with only a sheet over us.

When I came out of the bathroom after peeing and brushing my teeth I caught
him looking at my dick. He knew it and blushed a little. "Sorry son, but I
find that tattoo very... I don't know. Eye catching.

"Well, if you like it that much, maybe we can find one for you." I climbed
into the bed and yawned. "But not tonight."

It had been a long day and I guess I fell right to sleep because the next
thing I was aware of was a gentle movement of the bed. I turned over and in
the moonlight coming through the window I saw that dad had pushed the sheet
down and was masturbating, trying to be very quiet about it. I was
instantly hard, thinking of all those nights I'd listened to my roommate
doing the same thing and wanting so desperately to do it with him, with
anyone. I suddenly knew it was now or never. I rolled onto my back and
pushed the sheet off.

"Sorry, son." He let go of his dick and looked at me when he saw me
watching him. "I didn't want to wake you. I woke up so horny that I just
had..."

"Me too," I mumbled, taking hold of my hard dick. "Okay if I..."

"Yea. More the merrier." He wrapped his hand back around his dick and
started stroking. All the time his eyes were fixed on my dick, watching me
. It was a very strange experience, watching my dad jack off and stranger
still that he was watching me. But it was something I had thought about for
so long. Not with my dad maybe but with someone. And now it was
happening. The thought hit me with such intensity that I had to keep my
hand very still so I wouldn't come and maybe ruin it.

He was doing it very slowly, taking his fist all the way down to his thick
pubic hair and then sliding it back up, over the head. For a while he
played with his balls, holding them in his palm and sometimes tugging on
the long hairs that covered them. Then he moved his hand to his chest,
licking his finger and running it lightly over one nipple. I could see his
nipples, both of them, become erect, standing up from his chest like little
sentinels and he began to pull on them and squeeze them between his
fingers. His other hand was on his dick, slowly jacking it off.

I looked up to his face and was startled by the look of raw pleasure
there. His eyes moved to mine and he grinned at me. "Like father, like son,
huh?"

I nodded and looked back to his hand on his dick. He was stroking just a
little faster now but still in no hurry. I matched him stroke for stroke,
rolling my foreskin up and over the head of my dick and then pulling it
back, clear to the base. I tried touching my nipples like he was doing and
found them surprisingly sensitive.

We went on this way, watching each other and slowly jacking until it was
suddenly more than I could stand and I could feel my orgasm in my crotch,
expanding and filling my dick. I raised my eyes up to dad's and growled,
"Here it comes! I can't help it. I'm gonna let go any..."

I didn't finish. Dad nodded to me and suddenly we were both coming,
shooting our cum in the air and moaning like we'd never come before. And it
went on and on, like I'd never stop coming and I could see it was happening
to dad, too. He had arched his back and pointed his toes and he was
growling deep in his throat.

When we finally stopped stroking ourselves we both hung on to our dicks and
lay quietly, catching our breath. After a moment or two he turned his head
to me and gave me smile. "You okay, son?"

"Yea, I'm fine. You?"

"With this?" He dropped his dick and gestured over our bodies. "Yea, I
think I am. I mean..." He clasped his hands on his belly and stared at the
ceiling."

"You mean what?"

He reached into the bedside cabinet and took out a couple of small
towels. He handed one to me and began to wipe up his cum with the other. "I
mean I don't suppose this is an approved bonding activity between fathers
and sons..."

I grinned at him. "Oh, I don't know. I approved of it."

He laughed. "What the hell, so did I. And I guess our approval is all that
counts around here." He took the towel from me and yawned. "Sleep?

"Yea, I think so." I wondered how he could think of sleep after what we'd
just done but turning on my side I was instantly out.

It got cool somewhere in the middle of the night and I was about half awake
when I felt dad roll up against my back and throw an arm over me. We slept
the rest of the night like that.

I awoke in the morning to the smell of coffee and bacon. When I went into
the kitchen dad was sitting at the table with a mug of the coffee. "About
time you were up, my sleepy headed boy." He got up from the table and went
to the stove. "How do you want your eggs?"

After breakfast we spent most of the day in the vineyard, repairing a
couple of breaks in the watering lines and hoeing weeds. We didn't talk
about what had happened the night before although both of us were thinking
about it. I was hard most of the day and, I think, so was dad.

After dinner we sat on the porch finishing the wine and watching the
sunset. We were each lost in our own thoughts until dad asked, "Well, son?
How'd you like your first day working in the vineyard?"

"It was great," I said, trying to hide a yawn. "Not like being locked up
with a bunch of books in a stuffy old library."

"Yea, but hard work. Looks like you're about ready to turn in." He looked
away. "Me too."

While I was brushing my teeth images of the night before flooded over me
and I was hard before I finished rinsing. I was embarrassed but had no
choice but to go out and climb up on the bed. Dad was already there, lying
on his side, looking away from me. It occurred to me that he might be hard
and embarrassed about it too. I switched off the light and said, "Goodnight
dad."

He rolled onto his back and said, "Goodnight son." I was right. There was
enough light coming through the window for me to clearly see his
erection. I flexed mine and it made a soft plopping sound when it hit my
belly. Dad did the same thing.

"We gonna do it again?" I asked, looking at the ceiling.

"You want to?"

I looked over at him. "Yea, I do. Don't you?"

He took his dick in his hand. "You sure?"

"Yea, I'm sure."

We jacked off together, keeping it slow, so the pleasure would really
build. We studied each other too, taking in the way each of us did it, how
we held our dicks and which parts of our bodies gave us the most
pleasure. And we managed to come at just about the same time.

We did it that way every night for four nights. We never spoke of it but
each night it seemed that we both knew we were going to do it.

On the fifth night, when we were in the middle of it, I found my courage,
rolled over and put my mouth on his nipple, running my tongue over it and
making it hard. Dad groaned and pressed up into my mouth. I reached across
his chest and took the other nipple between my fingers and rolled it
around. It was already erect, big, standing up from his chest like a pencil
eraser. I grazed the nipple in my mouth with my teeth and he let out a low
moan. "Oh, yea, son. Like that. Please. Like that."

We stayed that way, me squeezing and sucking his nipples and him, his hand
barely moving on his dick, telling me how good it felt. I figured since I
was in this far a little farther couldn't matter so I reached down and
cupped his balls with my free hand. He nearly came off the bed.

His balls were good sized and no longer hanging free; they were pulled up
tight against his crotch. I thought I'd like to have them in my mouth but I
stayed where I was, wondering if I'd already taken it too far. I guessed
not when he began to whisper, "I'm gonna come, can't stop it, can't..."

He took his hand off his dick and became perfectly still except for his
labored breathing and stayed that way for two or three seconds. Then, with
an "Oh, yea" he began to fire cum into the air, the first few shots going
wild and raining down on both of us. Then he took his dick back in his hand
and stroked it gently, directing the cum onto his chest and belly. When it
was finally all over he held his dick in his fist, squeezing it slowly
until he got his breathing under control. I stayed as I was, my head on his
chest, his balls resting in my hand.

I think we dozed off that way, at least I did because the next thing I was
really aware of was a warm, slickness on my cock. When I put it together
that my dad was going down on me I came. No warning, no build up, I
just... came. When it was over dad moved up beside me, put his arms around
me and said, "Now go to sleep. It's been a long day."

I woke in the morning to find our positions reversed; I was pressed against
dad's back, my arm thrown over him and my dick pressed in between his
buns. I let my hand stray down his belly until I found his dick. It was
hard and, I realized, so was mine. When dad began to wake up his dick got
even harder and I began to run my fingers over it. "Careful," dad mumbled,
"or you'll get me started again."

"I'm already started."

He rolled over and looked at me. "Son, we need to talk about
this... this...whatever it is we're doing."

"No we don't. Not now anyway. Later." I slid down the bed and took his cock
in my mouth; something I'd wanted to do since we'd first showered
together. We were both still for a while, me tasting a man's dick for the
first time and my dad, he told me later, fighting to keep from coming.

His dick was smooth and seemed silky in my mouth. The taste was something I
had never before experienced, just a little salty and musky and something
which I can only describe as "man". I explored the shaft with my tongue for
a while and then the head, running my tongue over it until I found that
place under it where the foreskin used to be attached. When my tongue
touched that place dad moaned and said, "That's all I can take, son. You'd
better let go because I'm going to come. Now!"

I didn't let go and he thrust forward and mumbled, "Okay. It's yours."

He seemed to come for a long time but didn't shoot a lot of fluid. What he
did shoot was salty and musky tasting, just like his dick but stronger. And
then a wave of pleasure hit me, so intense that it took me a second to
realize that I was coming too, shooting cum all over myself and the bed.

Dad let me hold his dick in my mouth until it went soft; then he rolled
over on his back and sat up, looking at me. "We need a shower," he said,
"and I have to pee. Bad."

We went to the outdoor shower, which now had two heads, and dad stood under
the warm water and let me watch him pee. Once he started I let loose too
and we played with our streams, crossing them and making them splash
against each other. When we were both empty I asked if I could wash him. He
handed me the soap without a word.

His body was very firm and I could feel the muscles below the skin, like
metal encased in heavy velvet. When I washed his chest he shivered a little
every time I touched his nipples and I could see his dick thickening and
stretching out. It was fully up by the time I was through with his belly
and abdomen and felt just as hard as the rest of him. I soaped it up and
ran my hand along it, feeling where my mouth had been a little while
before. He sucked in his breath when I took his balls in my hand and said,
"Be careful, son. I'm very sensitive there, maybe more than any place
else."

I finished with his legs and he turned so I could soap his back. When I got
to the twin mounds of his ass I washed between them and when my fingers
touched his sphincter he sucked in his breath again and said, "I'm a little
sensitive there, too."

I let the water clean away the soap and then touched him again. He sighed
and said, "You telling me something? You want that too?" I didn't know what
he meant and when I didn't say anything he turned around and took the soap
from me. "Okay, it's my turn."

He did to me pretty much what I'd done to him but when he rubbed the soap
along my dick I very nearly came. When he got to my ass he squatted down
and pulled my buns apart. After he'd washed and rinsed there he leaned in
and ran his tongue over my hole. I'd never felt anything like it and I
guess I sucked my breath in the way he'd done.

"You like that?" He didn't wait for an answer but went back to tonguing my
hole, almost as though he were trying to get in. The more he did it the
better it felt, until I thought my knees were going to buckle. Then he
reached though my legs and stroked my dick with his soapy hand. That's all
it took for me to explode again, shooting cum into the air and then
doubling over, catching his hand because my dick became so sensitive.

Dad stood up and turned me around. "I guess we really are two of a kind,"
he said with a grin. Then he turned serious. "Come on, let's dry off and go
have some breakfast. We need to talk. We really do."

He fixed sausage and eggs while I made the coffee and toast. I think we
were both ravenous and didn't say much while we ate. After, he put the
dishes in the washer and we sat at the table with our coffee.

"Okay," he said, "I've got a couple of questions. First, have you ever done
any of this before? I mean, with the guys at college or your high school
buddies?"

"No. I guess I've thought about it for a while but..."

"But what?"

I looked down at the table. "Well, I wanted to do it, for a long time, like
with Joey, my roommate, but I could never seem to... So all I ever did is
listen to him jack off at night and do it at the same time, thinking about
doing it together. I even heard guys talking about getting blown in the
library john but I didn't know how that worked and I was scared to ask." I
was suddenly like a dam bursting and couldn't seem to stop talking. "I went
to a porno movie one time and I got so hard watching it but when some guy
came and sat next to me and put his hand in my crotch I... I jumped up and
ran. I wanted to let him—I don't know, do what he wanted to do but I was so
scared. Then for weeks I thought about him when I jacked off, thought about
what we could have done.

"Then I came here and I was so afraid that you'd find out my secret, that I
wanted to do it with a guy but then, that first night, I saw you and it was
like a dream, like what I wanted to do with Joey, jacking off together,
watching each other do it and it was so... so wonderful. And then we did it
again the next night and the one after that and I thought... I thought it
was all I ever wanted until that night I... I touched you. After that it
was different and I wanted... I don't know, I wanted to do it
all. Everything." I looked up at him and realized tears were running down
my cheeks. I put my head down on the table because I didn't want him to see
and because I wanted to die.

I heard dad's chair scrape and then he was behind me, pulling me out of the
chair. He turned me around to face him and then he wrapped me up in his
arms and hugged me so tight I could hardly catch my breath. Then he did
something I had never even let myself have fantasies about; he kissed
me. On the lips. For a long time. When we broke apart to catch our breath
he smiled at me and ruffled my hair.

"You poor kid," he said, "it must have been terrible, being afraid of
something you wanted so much. And then worrying about me! Well, no more
worrying, okay? No more scared. Just talk to me—about anything, okay?
Whatever you want to talk about." He picked up the coffee cups, put them in
the sink and then quickly kissed me on the mouth again. "Now, I think we
both have a lot to think about and I find that I think best out in the sun,
maybe checking a drip line and cleaning the pump filters. You want to come
along and help?"

We were almost finished with the pump filters before I got up the courage
to ask him if he'd ever done any of this before. He sat down on the pump
housing and smiled at me. "Yea, I have."

"When you were in school?"

He laughed. "No, I'm afraid I'm a late bloomer. I never even thought about
it until a couple of years ago and I didn't actually do anything about it
until last spring. Then, well, then someone kind of showed me what it's all
about." He went back to cleaning the pump filter. "It came pretty easy for
me, son. It just happened and it was okay." He looked over his shoulder at
me. "I guess because I was older it wasn't much of a problem when it
happened. But you're young, maybe a little unsure, so now you got to work
out how much of a problem it's going to be for you."

I thought about that while we inspected the drip line and decided it
probably wouldn't be much of a problem. The more I thought about it the
more I decided I was probably born that way. The problem was that I had
been so damn scared of it. No, not scared of it. Scared to do it.

At noon we went into town for a fast food lunch and then went back to
inspecting and repairing the drip line. When we were finished we went up to
the house and sat on the deck with beer and cigarettes. "You said this
morning that we both had a lot of thinking to do," I said. "I know what I
needed to think about but how about you? What were you thinking about?"

He took a swallow of his beer and looked squarely at me. "How far this
thing has gone. How far I could let it go. What the hell I thought I was
doing anyway."

It all seemed pretty simple to me. Especially after really thinking about
it for the first time in my life. "How `bout just letting it go, see where
it takes us?"

He took another swallow of his beer. "You okay with that?"

"Yea."

He sat back and looked into the distance for a long time. Then he sat up
and said, "Okay. If that's what you want. But you have to promise me that
if anything isn't... doesn't sit right with you, you'll tell me."

I nodded and then walked over and kissed him. "When you did that to me this
morning I knew it was okay. I don't know how but I knew. Now come on, let's
go take a shower and then see what else happens."

A lot happened. Over the next few weeks we spent a lot of time figuring out
what we liked. We found that we each liked to suck the other's dick but we
didn't particularly like doing it at the same time. Neither of us could
concentrate on both what was happening to our dicks and what we were doing
with out mouths at the same time. We talked about it, too, all the
time. I'd heard guys talking about fucking a guy and I asked dad about it.

"Not yet," he said. "That can hurt and it's something you have to be ready
for."

"Have you ever done it?"

"Yes, both ways. Done right, at the right time, it can be terrific. Done
wrong it can be terrible. But not now. Give yourself time. Okay? Let it go
until... Well, until it has to be, if ever."

I nodded but I knew I wanted to do it with him.

Dad showed me how he liked to stay just at the edge of coming for as long
as he could and then helped me find that point you can't go beyond if
you're going to stay on the edge. He showed me about nipples, too, how to
let the other guy know what you want and how hard you want it done. He let
me play with his balls, which were much more sensitive than mine. The first
time I sucked one of them into my mouth he came, they were that
sensitive. I was holding onto his cock when it let go and it was very
exciting, feeling it pulse and flex in my hand.

One night dad was playing around with my ass, touching it and licking at it
when he reached between my legs and took my cock in his fist. Like he did
when I was playing with his balls, I came.

"You like that, huh?" he said.

"Yea. The way you like your balls."

He grinned at me and took me in his arms. "You're really liking all this,
aren't you. I mean playing with sex."

I grinned back and kissed him. "Yea, I really like it. But it's not just
the sex. It's being here, with you, feeling safe with you. I love it,
sometimes at night, when we just hold each other. I guess... I guess I love
you."

"You have to. I'm your dad."

I kissed him again. "Not like that. Not just because you're my dad. Because
you're you. Because I ... Well, because I love you."

He looked at me for a long time before he said, "I love you too."

I went to sleep nestled in his arms.

A couple of days later, while we were weeding the garden he looked up at me
and said, "What say we leave this for now. Let's go have a shower and a
beer and relax."

We didn't dress after the shower; we sat naked on the porch and looked over
the vineyards. After a while dad began to get hard. I went over and took
him in my mouth rubbing my tongue lazily against the underside of the head
the way he liked. After a while he put his hands on the side of my head and
pulled me up so he could kiss me.

I stood up, straddling his chair so he could take my nipple in his
mouth. As I did so I felt his dick brush between my legs. I realized
suddenly that I could bend my knees and my ass would be right over his
dick. When I did that, and his dick was touching my hole he looked up at
me.

"Are you sure? You want to try this now? It'll probably hurt like fury." He
paused and went back to my nipples, sucking one and touching the other,
just the way I like it. Then he looked up again. "Why don't we do it the
other way? You know, you fuck me."

I shook my head. "Not this time. This one's for me."

"Okay. Let's go inside, let me get you ready."

"No. Out here. In the sun. And I am ready."

He put his hand up to my mouth and I gave him my saliva. He moved the hand
to his own mouth and added his, then he reached behind me and coated his
dick with it. The last of it went on my hole, slick and cool. I slowly bent
my knees and felt the pressure of his dick.

"Take a deep breath," he said, his eyes never leaving mine.

I did and felt myself open to him. His cockhead slipped into me and I
stopped, waiting for the pain. It never came. I let myself down and he
slowly came into me and I felt a rage of pleasure I had never before felt,
never even imagined.

When I was resting on his thighs dad slouched down in the chair pushing the
rest of his dick into me. "I sat up straight so there wouldn't be so much
of it. I guess I didn't have to." He pulled me forward a little and kissed
me for a long time. Then he rocked me back and forth a little.

"No, dad. Don't move. Please don't move. If you do I'm going to come."

"Too late," he answered. "So am I."

We waited, feeling the pleasure rise up through us. After twenty or thirty
seconds my dick exploded and I became my orgasm, shooting into the sky,
bursting with feelings I didn't know existed. I stopped being just me and
became me and dad and my dick and the dick throbbing inside me, all
together.

We sat there, connected, for a long time. I thought I'd feel him go soft in
me but after a while, when I didn't I began to rock back and forth on him,
feeling his dick move inside me. Dad took my nipples in his hands and
squeezed then gently. He kissed me and pushed his tongue into my mouth the
way his dick was pushed into my ass. The feel of his dick sliding in and
out of me was like the feeling I'd had when he used his tongue there, but
far more intense. I lost myself in the pleasure of it all until it was all
too much for me and I came, spraying my cum up between us. I guess that set
him off too because he moaned deep in his throat and I felt his dick
pumping out cum inside me.

When we could finally speak dad smiled and said, "If you're waiting for me
to go soft, it isn't going to happen anytime soon. At least not as long as
I'm inside you." He kissed me lightly. "You'd better stand up before your
legs begin to cramp."

I slowly stood and felt his dick slip out of me, leaving me feeling empty
and suddenly incomplete. He kissed me again and told me I'd probably need
the bathroom and then we both needed a shower.

Under the shower he was very serious. As he washed me he asked how I felt,
if I was okay with what we'd just done, if he'd hurt me. That last made me
laugh and I asked him if I'd looked like I was hurting.

We got fresh beers and sat on the porch for a while, both of us, I think,
reliving what we'd just done. I know I was and I could see that dad was as
hard in his shorts as I was. Neither of us tried to hide it but we didn't
do anything about it either.

After dinner we watched a movie on the TV but neither of us was paying any
attention. About an hour into it dad asked me if I had any idea what it was
about. Since I didn't, he suggested bed.

In bed he pulled me into his arms, kissed me and whispered, "Sorry, son,
I'm exhausted. I guess it comes from being an old man. I really feel the
need for sleep."

I kissed him back and took his hard cock in my hand. "Us young guys have to
sleep sometimes, too. And don't you ever get soft anymore?" He grunted
something and was immediately asleep.

The next morning I woke lying against his back, my dick between his buns
and his dick in my hand. We were both hard and I wondered if we'd just
stayed that way all night. I eased away from him and went into the bathroom
to pee. I didn't think I'd wakened him but when I looked up he was standing
in the doorway watching me.

"I wish I could do that," he said with a grin.

"What?"

"Pee through a hard cock. I'm going to have to stand there for twenty
minutes, waiting to get soft enough to pee." He came over to me and helped
milk down my dick. "Now go somewhere else or I'll never be able to do it."

I went back to bed, ostentatiously closing the bathroom door behind me. It
didn't take him twenty minutes but it took long enough that I was dozing
when he came into the bed. I became alert fast when he spread some slick,
cool stuff on my dick. He kissed me and said, "It's my turn."

He stretched out on the bed, doubled over my pillow and pushed it under his
hips. Then he held out his arms to me. I crawled up between his legs,
placed my dick against his sphincter and looked into his eyes. "Like this?"

"Oh, yea. Now just push. Gently."

I did, he took a deep breath and suddenly the head of my dick was in him. I
held back for a moment, letting him get used to me but he didn't need
to. He reached around me, took hold of my ass and slowly pulled me into
him, all the way. I leaned down and kissed him while I stayed very still.

"What's wrong?" he asked, breaking the kiss. "You afraid to move?"

I shook my head and slowly pulled back until just the head of my cock was
left in him. It felt like something inside him was clinging to my dick,
something hot, wet and very, very soft. He smiled at me and pulled me back
in until I felt his balls against my pubic hair. "That's the way. Now you
do it."

I tried a few more slow strokes and was almost moved to tears by the
feeling of togetherness I had. It was like we became one somehow and I
realized it was very like the feeling I'd had the day before, when he'd
been inside me. "I love you, dad. I really love you."

"As I love you, son." And then he started to laugh. "This first time, don't
try to make it last. Just do it, just take both of us up and over the edge,
fast. Then we can make it last, the next time, when we're not so far up
already."

I did that, moving fast in him, kissing him, forgetting we were separate
people. I think he came first but I'm not sure. Suddenly we were both
moaning and firing cum, he between us and me inside him. It lasted a long
time.

Afterward we somehow turned until I was pressed against his back, still
inside him. We dozed for a time and then did it again, a long, slow time,
savoring it until we could savor it no more. Then we came, slept some more
and did it again, this time with him in me.

Later, dad said, "You see why I wanted you to give yourself some time
before we graduated to doing it that way? It takes love and care and most
of all trust to do that. And we have that now. I guess we always will."

And so we did.