By Greg Bowden
Author's note: Years ago, when I was just a small boy, my grandfather had an adage for just about every situation. One of his favorites, especially when describing one of my friends, was: "The acorn seldom falls far from the mighty oak. That is, unless there's squirrels involved. Then it could just as likely end up in your grandmother's flower garden.."
This is a story about two acorns and the mighty oaks from which they fell.
It was a very happy day for me. I'd just finished my sophomore year of college in the top five on the Dean's List, I was about to go home for the summer and I'd just beat my dad at tennis.
"Okay, Stud, that's enough. Your old man's beat." He looked up at the sun. "Let's hit the showers and start home."
Dad had come up to the college that morning to take me and my stuff back home for the summer. Since we had the place pretty much to ourselves and since I didn't have all that much stuff to pack we'd found the time for a couple of games of tennis.
He shrugged out of this tee shirt and mopped at the sweat on his chest. "I hope you saved out a couple of towels."
"I did. Shirts, shorts and socks, too. Come on."
He put his arm around my shoulders as we walked back to the dorm. He did that a lot, making me feel so loved and important. He did a lot of things to make me feel that way, like his pet name for me, Stud. That had started when I was about five and heard someone say something about a stud horse. When I asked my dad what a stud was he said it was what they called the one who was the biggest, strongest and smartest. I evidentially said that I wanted to grow up and be a stud so he'd be proud of me and from then on he called me Stud when we were alone; he called me Son or Eric when other people were around.
Back at the dorm we shed our clothes, grabbed the two towels I'd set aside and went down to the shower room. We picked heads next to each other and began to lather up.
My dad and I haven't been at all body shy around each other since I began to come out of adolescence and got pretty comfortable with what was happening to my body. The thing was, though, that seeing him naked had clarified a lot of vague thoughts and feelings I'd had about him all my life. I worshipped him and I wanted to touch him everywhere, especially his dick. I'd never seen it hard but I had seen it pretty puffed up a few times, mostly in the morning when I was in the shower and he came in to pee. I wanted it, I wanted a lot of things, most of which I was pretty sure I'd ever get and none of which he'd ever understand
I was usually pretty good at hiding the way I looked at his dick but for some reason I just couldn't take my eyes off of it that day in the shower. He soaped his chest and then down his belly. When he got to his bush he really worked up a lather in it and then began on his dick and balls. He has a beautiful dick, long as mine but much thicker. His balls are low hangers like mine and I'd always wondered if they were as heavy as mine are.
As he soaped his dick it began to lengthen and get thicker. I guess at that point I simply gave up any pretense and just stared at it, mesmerized by it.
"Hey Stud. You want some help with that?"
I jerked out of my trance and looked up. He was grinning at me. "Huh?"
"That," he said, nodding at my crotch.
I looked down and saw that my dick was completely hard and sticking straight out, pointing at him. "Uh... Sure." I had no idea where that came from, it just spilled out.
"Okay. Here, turn around." He put his hands on my shoulders and turned my back to him. Then one hand slid down to my belly and he pulled me in against him. His other hand, slick with soap, took hold of my dick.
"Uh, hang on." He pushed me away a little, adjusted himself, and then pulled me back, tight against him, his dick now riding in the crack of my ass. He whispered in my ear, "Here we go!"
He was in no hurry. He gently ran his slick hand along my dick, catching his hand behind the flare of the head and tugging on it with each stroke. At the same time he was sliding his soapy dick along my crack.
It wasn't long before I leaned my head back and said, "I'm going to come, dad."
He licked across my ear and whispered, "Not yet, Stud. Hold it off for a minute. Okay?"
I nodded and thought about a problem on my math final. When that didn't work I just concentrated on not coming. About the time I knew I couldn't hold back any more he whispered, "Now, Stud. Go"
We both let loose at the same time. Mine shot very nearly across the shower room and I felt the heat of his as it shot up along my spine. When it was over we stood for a moment, his arm holding me tight against him and his hand gently squeezing my dick.
Back under the shower he washed himself off my back and chuckled. "That was something, wasn't it?" I nodded.
He turned me around and looked at me. "Hey, I hope you're not too shocked but when I saw that thing sticking out in front of you I knew you needed relief." He shrugged. "I just figured I'd go along with you."
I smiled at him. I was a little stunned but not for any reason he might have thought. "Yeah Dad, that was something else again all right." I looked at the floor and nodded at the white glob on the other side of the room. "I've never done that before.
He turned off his shower and slicked the water off his body. "See? I told you you needed relief."
On the drive home I just couldn't stop thinking about it. I mean, it was the best and strongest orgasm I think I'd ever had, besides being something out of a fantasy I'd had for a while.
Dad looked over at me. "Hey Stud, why so quiet? Something bothering you?"
I shifted in the seat a little, letting my hard dick ease down my leg. "No. I'm uh, I'm all right."
He glanced at my crotch. "Doesn't look that way to me."
I know I blushed but his grin really put me at ease. "It's okay. Just a little day dreaming, I guess."
Later, when I was driving, I could see that dad was hard too. I wondered if he was thinking about what had happened back there, in the shower. Then I began wondering if it would ever happen again.
When we got home we unpacked my stuff, cleaned up and went to dinner. After, back home, we sat down to watch the news. "Hey, Stud, I feel like a beer. You want one?"
"Yeah Dad, that'd be good."
He got the beers and sat on the couch with me. "Are you sure nothing's bothering you? Like maybe what happened this morning in the shower?"
I took a long swallow of my beer. "No, there was nothing wrong with that; it was fun. It's just that..."
"What?" He drank some of his beer. When I hesitated he smiled and said, "It's okay. Just blurt it out. Sometimes that's the best way."
"Well..." I took a deep breath. This was getting into very difficult territory. "Well, when you were, you know, when you were... When your dick was sliding in my crack I... I just sort of thought it might... well, it might come into me."
Dad nodded. "And that bothered you? That I might come into you?"
"No! Yes. I mean... oh shit, this is hard, Dad."
"I told you. Just blurt it out."
I took a long swallow of my beer, building up my courage. "Okay. Look, since I first figured out that two guys could do that I've... well, I've wanted to do it. To have a dick in me. To feel that close, that connected, to another man."
"You ever done it?"
I hung my head. "No."
He raised an eyebrow. "Why not? There must have been any number of guys up there at school who'd have killed for the chance to do that with you."
Here came the really hard part. "There were. I mean I guess there were. But see, I didn't want to do it with any of them. There's only one man, one dick, I ever wanted to do it with."
He put his beer down and looked at me quizzically. Then he smiled as it came to him. "You mean me. My dick." It wasn't a question.
"Then why didn't you say so? Ask me?"
I had to laugh at that one. "Sure, Dad. Just how do you think you'd react if I came to you and said, `Dad, I want you to fuck me.'"
"Well," he paused, looking for the right response. "I suppose it would depend on where we were at the time. I mean, if we were right here I'd say, `On the couch? Your bed? My bed? Where?'" He cocked an eyebrow and looked at me.
"If you asked, sure."
My mouth was so dry that I wasn't sure I could get the words out. "Dad, will you fuck me? Make love to me?"
I got up and pulled him into a hug. "No. In your bed. It's always in your bed." I didn't mean to say that last part. It just slipped out.
He nodded, took my hand and led me to his room. He pulled the quilt back on the bed and said,. "How?" He began to undress.
I propped the pillows up against the headboard and toed off my shoes. He helped me pull my tee shirt over my head and unbuttoned my shorts. When we were both naked he climbed onto the bed.
"Like this?" He sat back against the pillows, his legs stretched out. His dick was hard and he hunkered down so it was standing straight up from his crotch.
"Yeah. I want to see your face when we do it."
He took hold of his dick and tugged on it a couple of times. "You sure about this, Stud? I mean, we, both of us, are pretty big guys. I don't... Well... Here." He rolled over, opened the drawer of his nightstand and took out a bottle of clear stuff and handed it to me. "You know that stuff? It's very slick and doesn't dry out. Great to jack off with. Maybe it'll help you take me inside.
I climbed up on the bed, next to him. My hand was shaking as I took hold of his dick for the very first time but I didn't care. I'd thought about this for so long... When he was ready I got on my knees, over him.
"You're still sure about this? It won't hurt too much?"
"It's okay, Dad. It's okay." I could feel the head of his dick touching my sphincter, pushing at it a little. I took a deep breath and felt myself relax, opening to him. When I took him into me, lowering myself down on him, I gave myself to him and became part of him. I thought I might cry with the joy of it.
When he was completely in me and I was resting on his thighs he put his hands on my shoulders. "Don't... don't move. Please? Just for a moment?" His eyes held mine, absorbing another part of me and giving me another part of him. After a long while he got a crooked smile on his face. "This is one of your fantasies, isn't it?"
I nodded, afraid to speak.
"Does the fantasy have any kissing in it?"
That broke some of the tension and I laughed. "Yes, lots of kissing." I leaned in and touched my lips to his.
"If you do that, if you move any more, I'm going to come," he said into my mouth. Then we kissed. For a long time.
"I guess it doesn't much matter what you do," he said, pulling back from me a little. "I'm going to come anyway." He took a deep breath. "Now."
We let go at the same time and it was a hundred times better than in the shower that morning. And it took a lot longer.
When we could breath again he pulled my head down and nestled my cheek against his chest. "Now that," he whispered in my ear, "was like nothing that ever was."
We stayed that way, him holding me against him, for a long time, both of us basking in the glow of what had just happened to us.
When I finally did move, it was to take his nipple between my lips. He moaned and held me tighter against him. I felt his dick flex up inside me.
"Keep that up and you're going to get me started again,"
I found his other nipple with my fingers and squeezed it gently. Then I began to move on him, riding him with long, slow strokes. He tilted my head up and kissed me, sucking on my tongue. Our tongues played around a little and then I was sucking on his.
When we broke he took hold of both my nipples and said, "Do you like this as much as I do?"
I sucked in my breath. "Oh yes. Yes." It was something I did a lot when I was jacking off but it had never felt like that. I thought if he kept it up I might just come. I reached out and took both of his in my fingers.
"Oh, yeah, me too."
I was still riding him, feeling his dick move inside me when it struck something and I knew I was going to come.
Dad saw it too. "Let it come, Stud. Let it take you." He looked into my eyes and I could see the pleasure there. Then I felt it, along with my own, as his dick flexed and shot up inside me. It was better than the last time.
Coming down from our highs, Dad slid his hand between us and laughed. "I'd forgotten how much of this stuff a young guy like you can put out. We're a mess." He kissed me. "Want a shower?"
We crowded into Dad's shower and washed each other with this great herb body wash he uses. When we got out and were drying each other off I realized that now I smelled like him. The thought made me hard.
We changed the sheets on his bed and laid down again, me on my back and him up on his elbow, looking at me. He stroked my dick a couple of times and then just held on to it. "You know, we old guys have a little trouble keeping up with you young ones. You're ready to go again, aren't you?"
I grinned at him. "Yeah."
"You got any more fantasies?"
"Quite a few of them. And they all involve you."
He got a serious look on his face for just a moment. "Look, Stud, I uh... I don't think... Well, I don't think I could do what you..."
I leaned up and kissed him. "Not to worry. You're the dad and the dad always...uh, you know"
"The dad always does the fucking?"
"You know Stud," he said, smiling and putting my hand on his rapidly hardening dick, "I may just have another one in me after all." He rolled me up on my side and pulled me back against him. I grabbed the lube and put a large gob on my ass, where his dick would pick it up as it came into me.
When he was settled as far into me as he could get, he kissed my ear and quietly said, "How is it that I can slide into you so easily?"
"Never mind, I'll tell you later, when I'm not so focused on that big dick of yours up inside me."
He kissed my ear again and began to move in me, long, slow strokes, pulling out until just the head of his dick was inside, pulling at my sphincter. Then he'd push back in with the whole length of it. Each time he came back into me he managed to rub up against my prostate and fill my dick with electric sparks. At the same time he was moving his hand up and down my dick, matching what he was doing in my ass. I had to work very hard at not coming; I wanted to come with him.
He nuzzled my ear with his tongue. "I'm about there, Stud. How about you?"
I twisted my head around until I could kiss him. "Thank god," I mumbled into his mouth. "I can't hold it back much longer."
He went back to my ear. "Then go for it, Stud. I'm there."
My orgasm washed over me and I was vaguely aware of Dad's dick firing off inside me which only made it better.
"Stud? We need to sleep."
I pushed back against him. "Leave it in. Please? If it needs to it'll get soft and slip out on its own."
He kissed me on the back of the neck and pressed his palm against my belly. "Thank you," he said and almost immediately drifted off to sleep.
I didn't think I'd be able to sleep what with everything that had happened but I did. I woke sometime later, just beginning an orgasm. "God," I thought, "just having him in me makes me come."
He stirred a little as I came. He kissed my neck and sleepily said, "Stop that. You'll only get me started again." Then he began to snore very lightly.
In the morning, sure enough he'd slipped out of me. I got up and peed. He was still asleep when I got back in bed but he was hard. Probably a pee hard but I didn't care; I backed up onto it. There was enough lube from the night before to let it slip in easily. I lay there for a while just savoring the feel of him inside me. It was something I'd thought about for the past seven or eight years and it was better than I'd ever imagined.
"Got to pee," he mumbled and started to slide out of me. I clenched my sphincter and he tried a few experimental strokes. "Can't, Stud. Gota pee. Bad." He eased himself out and went to the bathroom. It was a long time before I heard him splash into the toilet and when he came out he was still half hard. I made a grab for it.
"Oh, no. Not yet. We need to talk a little, straighten some stuff out."
We were both ravenous so we went to the kitchen and had eggs, sausage, potatoes, rolls and coffee. When we were through and the kitchen was cleaned up we made another pot of coffee and went out to the back deck.
We settled into a couple of chairs and he looked at me very seriously. "The first thing you need to know, Stud, is that I never intended for any of this to happen. I don't know what made me grab your dick in that shower room and I had no idea you had fantasies about me."
I started to say something but he held up his hand. "No, wait. Let me finish." I nodded and poured some more coffee.
"The other thing you need to know is that this isn't a fantasy for me. It never occurred to me that something like this would or even could happen. But now that it has, it's very real for me and probably full of danger but to hell with that." He drained his cup. "Now you."
I watched him refill his cup and thought abut how much I loved him. "Okay. It was fun when it was a fantasy. It got me off every time and believe me, that was a lot of times. But now it's really happening and it's better than the fantasies ever were. I never had fantasies about saying this but here it is. I love you, Dad. As dad, as lover and as playmate. If you let it go on I'll be a very happy man. Your man."
He got up, came around to my chair and took my head in his hands, looking into my eyes. "And I'll be yours. I love you so much, Stud. If you want I'll even learn to take..."
"No, I think you'll always be the dad. And you know, the dad always..."
"...does the fucking. I know. But if you ever want to be the dad for a while, well you just say so." He let go of my head and smiled. "Now tell me about the vegetables."
I had to laugh. God, he remembered everything. "It's pretty simple, really. See, when I figured out that it could be done I'd seen your dick and I knew I could never get that thing inside me. So I worked up to it. I got some carrots and the little ones weren't bad. Then I could do the big ones and after that it was Italian Squash. I could never find any as big as I thought you'd be when you're hard but I did the best I could."
He ruffled up my hair. "You did all that for me?"
I looked up at him. "No, not for you. See, I never thought any part of this would ever happen. I did it for me, because it felt good and because, well, the boy scouts taught me to be prepared. Even for something that would never happen."
He kissed me and went back to his chair. "Okay, now here's the really complicated part."
I looked up. "The complicated part? What..."
o o o o o o
"Well, it's a little thing that you and I have in common, Stud." I stopped, trying to figure out how to say it. "You ... well, you wanted your dad's dick. So did I. Differently but it was the same." I realized what I'd said and grinned at him. "Well, it is. Different, I mean. I never saw my dad naked, never saw, you might say, what he had. That's why I was naked around you so much. I wanted you to know what you might grow into and, well, what a man looks like. Growing up, I never had that with my dad. Then one summer, I guess I was about your age or maybe a little younger, anyway, that summer my dad, your grandpa, stopped wearing underwear."
He looked at me quizzically. "Why?"
"I don't know... Wait, yes I do. He had some sort of jock itch and the doctor told him to stop for a while. He never wore underwear again. I guess he's the reason I stopped wearing it too."
Eric laughed. "And you're the reason I don't either. But I never knew it went all the way back to Grandpa. I just wanted to be like you."
God I love this kid. "Anyway, when he didn't wear underwear I learned that when he sat on the couch, if I laid in a certain spot on the floor, and he was wearing a certain pair of shorts, I could see a little ways up the leg and catch a glimpse of something, maybe the head of his dick. Anyway I wanted it to be the head of his dick."
Eric looked at me with that goofy grin of his.
"Well, it sounds more complicated than it was maybe but it was serious stuff to me. I'd seen a lot of dicks, you know, in the locker room and the showers in gym class but they didn't interest me, just like the guys up at college didn't do it for you. I wanted to see a dick, but only one dick." I poured myself another cup of coffee but it was cold. "Does this make any sense to you?"
He picked up the mugs and the coffee pot. "It makes perfect sense to me. I even know exactly how you felt." He looked at his watch. "It's only but I'm going to have a beer. You want one?"
I nodded. While he went to the kitchen I tried to work out how I was going to tell the rest of the story. Nothing much came to me so I just figured I'd let it come out however it wanted.
"So can I assume you actually did get to see his dick up the leg of his shorts?" He handed me a beer.
"Well, I got to see it alright. But not up his pants leg. I suppose I wasn't very subtle about what I was doing and he caught me at it. When he did he laughed and said, `Son, if you want to look at my penis, you only have to ask.' Then he caught my eyes and wouldn't look away. He asked me if I wanted to see his penis. When I nodded he shook his head. `You have to ask,' he said. `Out loud.' So I did. I said something like, `Yes Sir, can I see your penis?'" I stopped and took a swallow of my beer, remembering.
"And? Did he let you? Did he always call it a penis?"
I had to smile at that. "Yes, still does. He calls everything by it'sóso calledóright name. He wanted me to do it too but I just couldn't. I mean, I was in high school and in high school a dick is a dick."
"And balls are balls. Go on."
It took a while to figure out where I was in the story. "Okay, yeah. He stood up, took off his shirt and his shorts. Then he got back on the couch, at the end, and put one leg over the back and the other on the floor. Then he kind of patted the space right between his legs and told me to come up and sit there. I'd have a better view, he said. Well, I guess I was pretty close to paralysis but I managed to climb on the couch, right between his legs. It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. His dick is big, very much like yours and mine." I suddenly realized that my dick was very hard and it was pretty obvious. Eric noticed too but didn't say anything.
"It was lying out across his balls and I wanted to see the underside too, so I reached out to move it before I caught myself. But dad saw and said it was okay and I could touch it. `Move it around so you can see all of it,' I think he said. He also said that it might get hard when I touched it because that's what dicks did. Only he said `penis' and `erect.' He even called his balls his testicles.
"Did he? Get hard?"
"Yes, almost immediately. I was holding the one dick I'd wanted to hold all my life and now it was growing hard in my hand. I'm pretty sure I was hard too but if I was I wasn't aware of it. I didn't even think about my own dick until a little later."
Eric smiled at me and re-arranged himself in his pants. "You came, didn't you. Playing with Grandpa."
"Hey, who's telling this story? Anyway, I examined his dick very closely and he moaned quietly when I touched that place just under the head that's so sensitive on my dick." I grinned at Eric who was rubbing his dick through his pants. "Sensitive on yours, too, as I remember."
Eric blushed and folded his hands on the table.
"No, that's okay. Take it out if you want. I guess the only thing I haven't watched you do is jack off."
He laughed. "Not a chance, Dad. At least not `til later. I want to hear the rest of the story."
"All right. To make a long story shortó`cause I really do want to watch you jack offóDad, your Grandpa, got hard and really seemed to like what I was doing so I did it some more. I found he liked his balls played with too so I did a lot of that. He has great balls by the way, puts us both to shame. I kept waiting for him to stop me, say something like `that's enough,' but he didn't. He just let me go on until he said, very quietly, `Much more of that and I will ejaculate.'" I realized I'd been rubbing my dick while telling the story and I was getting pretty close.
I looked over at Eric and I could see it in his eyes. "Then he did, he came. Just like you're going to do in your pants. At least he did it in my hand and I saw it and felt it happen."
I watched Eric try to pull back from it but in the end he was too far along and couldn't. I watched him open his mouth in a silent howl and then give himself up to his orgasm. A big wet spot formed in his crotch. And then, unexpectedly, I went off too. I was bent double by the force of it as it washed over my body and all I could do was groan and try to catch my breath.
When I could think again Eric was looking at me and laughing. "Just like with Grandpa, huh? Just telling about it made it happen again?"
I had to smile. "No, Stud, it was watching you, seeing it hit you and watching you try to stop it. God that was sexy!"
"You were pretty hot yourself. And you hardly touched it." He turned serious. "Is that the way it happened with Grandpa? You didn't even touch yourself?"
"You'll have to wait until after I go change and get us another beer to hear about that."
"No, Dad. Wait. Let's have another beer but don't change your pants. I want to smell it on you, in bed, when you come into me. Please?"
I went into the kitchen and got us another beer, Eric close behind me to make sure I wouldn't wash anything. I kissed him and rubbed the wet spot at his crotch. "I want to smell it too, while I'm in you, making you put out some more."
Back at the patio table Eric pulled his chair around so he was next to me. He sniffed the air and said, "You smell good. It's going to make me hard you know, probably keep me that way until... Well, you know." He stretched and took a deep breath. "You did come didn't you? Playing with Grandpa?"
"Yeah, I did. In my pants, like now. When Dad came it just set me off. I didn't know what to do so I just let it come while I masturbated Dad. He saw it happen and when his dick got sensitive he stopped my hand and said something like, `Well, it looks like we both liked that." Then he said if ever I wanted to do it again to let him know.
"You bet. The next afternoon."
"Did you guys do it a lot?"
"Yeah, I guess we did. I loved playing with his dick and he loved letting me do it."
"You still do it? Is that the complicated part?"
"Well, yes and no. I mean... Well, we did it right up to the time that I married your mother. After I was with your mother it just... stopped." I put my arm around Eric. "You don't remember her, do you? I'm really sorry about that because she was a wonderful person. Warm and creative and happy. Made the people around her happy too. I was pretty devastated when she died. You were nearly three then and I remember thinking that the worst part was that you'd never know her." I found myself tearing up and had to stop for a minute.
Eric took my hand in his, intertwining our fingers. "But I got you, Dad." He leaned in and kissed me. "And that's pretty good. Even before the fucking." We laughed and then sat for a moment, feeling our togetherness. He squeezed my hand and looked at me. "After Mom died, did you and Grandpa... well, did you go back to jacking him off?"
"Yeah, kinda. But it grew, too. See, Grandpa came down to help with you so I could still work and, as he put it, have some sort of life. I was pretty broken up and Dad started sleeping with me, to comfort me when I woke up in the middle of the night, crying. I got over that after a while but he just stayed and sometimes we'd wake up in each other's arms. One morning he kissed me and that started us up again only on a different level. We'd kiss a lot and he learned to jack me off too. Then... well one morning I was holding his dick in my hand and then I had it in my mouth and he was thrashing around on the bed and groaning and... Well, like that."
"So you were blowing him? Wow, I haven't even done that to you yet. Did he blow you too?"
I finished my beer. I was hard again, after the `yet' crack. "You've done that to guys? Blown them?"
He grinned at me. "No, but I'd like to try. On you. Now come on, did Grandpa suck your dick?"
"Well, Stud, I guess your Grandpa is kind of like I am about what you do. He never could do it. Not that we talked about it, I just knew he was that way. But I didn't really mind. He'd jack me off, and he was pretty damned good at it, too. And I really liked kissing him and I really liked sucking on his dick so..." I shrugged my shoulders. "It was good. It was all good."
Eric looked at me quizzically and then broke into a grin. "Now I get it. You're still doing it, aren't you? Kissing and blowing him."
"What's he going to say when you tell him about us? Or are you..."
"No. He's my father and I've always been honest with him. I've never lied to him and I've never kept things from him."
"What do you think he'll say? He wouldn't tell you to stop would he? With me, I mean."
"No, he'd never say that. Not when he hears how much you mean to me, how much I love you." I turned and looked into his eyes. "What do you say?"
"About you and Grandpa?" He paused for a moment, thinking. "I guess I'd say good for you, both of you. As long as it doesn't put me out of your bed, it doesn't stop me from loving you like this, I think it's great." He paused again and then a grin spread over his face. "You know, Grandpa's pretty hot for an old guy. Maybe the three of us..."
I smiled and shook my head. "I doubt that'll ever happen, Stud. Your Grandpa is a pretty conservative man and I don't know that he'll ever be ready to welcome the two of us into his bed. Never say never, but I strongly doubt it."
"Well then, does he have a big dick? Like you?"
I had to laugh at that one. "I can't say, Stud. Why don't you ask him? Maybe he'll show it to you. Only call it a penis will you, or he may not know what you're talking about." I drained my beer. "That stuff is beginning to glue all my hairs together. What say we go in and make some more and then shower it all off?"
A couple of weeks later my dad called and asked if he could come down for the weekend. I told him he'd be welcomed with open arms.
o o o o o o
"Hello Son." I pulled him into a hug and kissed him.
"Here, let me take your bag."
"Hi, Grandpa." Young Eric, my grandson, hugged me and kissed me on the cheek.
"Eric. I swear, you are the handsomest man I know. How's college?"
His eyes sparkled. "Dean's List. Top five."
The boy was his father all over again. Smart, handsome, personable. He'll go far in his world.
Dan asked if I wanted a beer and the three of us went out to the patio to enjoy the spring weather and catch up on our lives. Later I took them out for dinner at a steak place we all like and we took a walk around town, letting the food settle. Then back home for some ice cream. When we were finished I said I thought I'd go to bed. It had been a long day and the drive down had tired me some.
"Me, too," Dan said, yawning. "And you probably should too," he said to Eric, swatting him on the buttocks. "Don't spend the whole night reading."
We went to Dan's room and he let me have the shower first. When he finished and came to bed he smelled faintly of that herbal body wash he always uses. His scent immediately brought me erect.
"Why, you old horn-dog," he said, grasping my penis. "I thought you were tired."
"I am, Son, I am. It's just being here with you, the anticipation of what's sure to happen, even if it won't happen until tomorrow morning. I've missed you."
"And I've missed you, too," he said and then kissed me, holding me close for a long time. When we broke he took my hand and put it on his penis. "We've both missed you." He kissed me again. "Now you go to sleep but I warn you, I'll probably have a wet dream, lying here in your arms." He turned over and moved back against me so I could put my arm around him.
In the morning I carefully got out of bed and went to the bathroom. Relieved, I got back into bed and settled myself against him. It was so comfortable, lying close to him, holding him. I thought again how lucky I was to have him as a son. And how proud I was of him, the way he'd raised Eric, the success he'd made of his life.
I was just about to drift off to sleep when he turned in my arms and kissed me.
"Hey, no fair," he said sleepily. "You've been into the mouthwash. I'll bet you peed too, didn't you?" He pressed his palm into my abdomen, just above my pubic hair. When I didn't react he moved lower and took hold of my erect penis. "Then this must be for me. Don't go way." He slipped out of bed disappeared into the bathroom where I heard him urinate and then gargle.
Back in bed he pulled me on top of him and we kissed for a long time. He ran his hands up and down my body, as far as he could reach. After a while he said, into my mouth, "I can't wait any longer, Dad."
He pushed the light cover off of us, rolled me onto my back and kneeled between my legs. He held my penis loosely in his hand and grinned at me. "You ready? Feels like you're ready."
He didn't wait for an answer. He slowly took my penis into his mouth, moving his tongue all over it as he did so. I don't know how he does it but when he was finished it was all in his mouth, the glans and part of the shaft pressed into his throat. When he tried to swallow it I was overwhelmed by the sensation and I guess I made some noise. When he pulled up he looked at me and smiled. "You like that, don't you?"
I nodded and he did it again. When he pulled up he kept the glans in his mouth and rubbed around it with his tongue. When he came to the frenulum I gasped.
He took my scrotum in his hand and gently manipulated each of my testicles with his fingers. Even though I knew he was checking them for lumps and hard spots the sensation was almost as great as that of his tongue on my penis.
When I was very close to ejaculating he took his mouth off my penis and went to licking my scrotum and the base of my shaft. After a short while he took my penis back into his mouth. When I was again close to orgasm he stopped all movement and simply held my penis in his mouth until my excitement level dropped. Then he moved his tongue again, building the pleasure up again. He did this three or four times before he simply didn't stop and brought me to orgasm. One that lasted a long, long time.
"You liked that, huh?" He'd moved up on the bed so he could lie beside me and kiss me. Then it was my turn to bring him pleasure.
I can't do to him what he does to me, take his penis in my mouth. I suppose I could learn to but he's always said that it didn't matter. He says he likes to suck on my penis, just as he'd liked to masturbate it when he was a young man, before Erica. So I've learned instead to masturbate him in a way that he says brings him great pleasure.
I sat cross-legged beside him and spread lubricant on his penis and my hand. Then I made a loose fist, with my fingers stimulating his coronal flare and my thumb ridding along his frenulum. He gasped when I started.
I went slowly, until he couldn't hold it any more. When he began ejaculating I tightened my fist and he let out a loud groan. He had four or five contractions before he grasped my hand and made me stop.
Once cleaned up I lay beside him and kissed him. Then we held each other, enjoying the warmth of just being together.
After a while he rolled up on his side and smiled at me. "I have news," he said.
"And that is?"
He kissed me. "Eric and I are having sex."
It didn't surprise me and I said as much.
"It doesn't? Why?"
"I've seen the way he looks at you, Son. When he thinks no one can see."
"Really? How does he look at me?"
"Like any boy looks at his father. With love, respect and admiration. Only with him it's always overlaid with a layer of desire. Lust, if you will. Are you happy about it?"
"I am. Dad, I love that boy and he loves me. The way you and I love each other. Well, not the same because with him I'm the dad and with you I'm the son and those things mean something. But on another level we're simply lovers; you and me, Eric and me." He was quiet for a few moments and then kissed me. "Do you mind?"
I thought about it for a minute. "No Son, I don't mind. As long as it doesn't keep me from your bed, from your love, how could I mind?"
Dan laughed. "His words almost exactly."
"He knows about us?"
"Yes. Just as I wouldn't keep the fact of him from you, I couldn't keep the fact of you from him."
"And he's alright with it? What did he say?"
"I think his exact words were `Good for you.' He also thinks you're hot."
"Hot? What does that mean?"
"He thinks you're handsome, sexy, desirable. He also asked me if you have a big dic... penis."
I had to laugh at that. "And what did you tell him?"
"I told him that if he wants to see your penis he should ask you." He took hold of my penis and stroked it. "Don't be surprised if he does."
"Shall I show it to him? Can I then ask to see his?"
"Yeah, I think so. On both counts. He's very proud of that thing between his legs and I know he'll want to compare." He slid down the bed and took me in his mouth. I shivered, close to orgasm already.
o o o o o o
Well, it was the last chance until Grandpa's next visit or we went up there. We were sitting on the patio, finishing our coffee before he had to leave. I mentally shrugged and thought `oh, what the hell.'
"Grandpa, can I see your... uh penis?"
"No Eric, it's `Grandpa may I see your penis?"
He always does that. "Okay, may I see your penis?"
He looked at me with a smile. "May I see yours?"
"Sure." I stood and unbuckled my shorts.
"No, not here. I tell you what. I'd like to take a shower before I go so let's take it together. How's that?"
That was fine. "Good. I'll wash your back."
"You may wash whatever you like, Eric. And I shall do the same if you don't mind."
He put his arm around my waist and we went into Dad's room. Without thinking I said, "You sure are cool, Grandpa."
He looked at me. "Your dad told me you thought I was hot. Now which is it? I can't be both."
I had to laugh. "No, no. You don't understand, Grandpa. You are hot, meaning handsome and sexy. You're also cool, meaning..." I had to think about it. "I don't know. I guess it means good or likable. You know."
He pulled off his polo shirt and stepped out of his pants. He was hot alright, for an older guy. I wondered if my dad was going to look that good when he was Grandpa's age. I hoped so.
"Well, are you going to take your clothes off or do you plan to shower in them?"
I tore my eyes away from Grandpa and dropped my shorts. Then I took his hand and led him to the shower.
Once we were under the water Grandpa took some of dad's body wash and rubbed it over my chest. "You're pretty hot yourself," he said, lathering under my arms. I took the opportunity to take hold of his dick which was about half hard. When I stroked it he smiled and said, "You have a nice touch, too."
We stayed that way for a few minutes, each of us playing with the other's dick. Then it began to get serious. I tried different holds on him until he let out that contented sigh which told me I had it right. He did the same on me and when he got it right leaned in and kissed me. Then he put his hand on my ass.
I pulled back from the kiss and asked if he wanted to go there.
"No, Eric. That's for your dad. I just wanted to feel your buttocks, which are very beautiful."
I figured, by the same logic, that his dick was for my dad's mouth so I didn't even ask. I was content to have it in my hand.
I came first but he wasn't very far behind. We both had what I judged to be a very satisfying orgasm.
Rinsed, dried and in the bedroom he grinned at me. "You're a very hot looking stud, Eric and pretty cool too. Your dad's a very lucky man to have the son he does. So am I." He swatted me on the ass. "Now I've got to go."
At the car, after I'd put his bag in, he kissed me lightly on the lips. "Tell your dad I miss him already but I know he's in good hands. I already told him I'd be back in a couple of weeks. Keep him happy until then, huh?"
That evening, sitting on the patio, dad with a scotch, me with a beer, I said, "You know, Grandpa understands more slang than he lets on."
Dad laughed. "I've known that since I was fifteen, Stud. Did you finally get to see his dick?"
"Yeah. We took a shower together, jacked each other off. He called me a hot stud and said how lucky you are to have me. And how lucky he is to have you." I grinned at him. "And I guess I'm pretty lucky to have had you both."
We put dinner on hold and went to bed for a while, just to show how lucky we both were.
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