Date: Thu, 14 Feb 2019 00:01:18 -0500 From: RJ Subject: Closer than Ever Chapter 6 Closer than Ever by RJ This story is about the love been a father and his son and contains sexual activity between the two of them. If such themes offend you, do not read. If you have any questions or comments about this piece, want to know about any of my other works, or just want to reach out, please don't hesitate to email me. A list of my works, including links and descriptions, can be found here: https://bit.ly/2S5IYDI If you would like to be added to a mailing list to receive emails when my stories are updated, let me know which stories (if not all) you would like to receive emails for. Please also consider donating to Nifty if you can: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ~ Chapter 6 (Dad's POV) ~ "Pssst," I hear in my ear. I groan slightly, slowly being pulled from sleep. "What?" I mumble, my eyes still closed. Just five more minutes. Please. "You've been asleep for too long," Jo says, shifting on top of me. He's lying on top of me as I sleep on my stomach. He's naked, too. We both are. "So? It's Sunday." "So, I miss you," Jo says with a laugh. I feel his fingers combing through my hair over and over. "And, you promised me breakfast." I groan again. "What time is it?" "Time for you to get up," he says. I reach back and smack his bare ass for giving me attitude and he yelps, pushing my hand away. "Jerk," he whines, but I'm just grinning as he rolls off of me. It's funny to think that just a few months ago, we were normal. Appropriate conversations, father-son outings, dinner once or twice a week. Now every time we see each other we end up making out or masturbating together or swapping head at some point or another. Sometimes it's soft and integrated into our normal cuddling. We could be talking and resting and suddenly, one of us will get just a smidge too close or a hand will stray a little too far. Sometimes, it's startlingly passionate -- a spark that makes us irrational and any resistance futile. Because we know we shouldn't be doing what we're doing. And yet, it feels comfortable. Exciting. Almost like it's a natural progression of a father-son relationship. We've both have come to terms with the fact that we're very, very, very sexually attracted to each other by now, and the nervousness and shame and guilt that comes with acting on that attraction is almost completely gone. But it's still complicated. If it was just us, I'd be fine with all of this by now. We'd just be having fun and wouldn't be hurting anyone. Except I AM hurting someone. Max. I haven't broken up with him yet -- per Jo's recommendation, surprisingly enough. He seems insistent that we stay together. I think it's because he doesn't want to feel responsible for the relationship ending. Jo is quick to take notice when I let that bit of shame show. He says I get "a look" when I look at Jo and feel that pang of guilt. "You're thinking about Max again, aren't you?" he asks. It's what I think about every morning when I wake up and every night when I go to bed. "Yeah," I say. "Stop stressing," he says, nudging my arm with his knuckles affectionately. "It just... It feels like I'm doing things behind his back," I say. "Which I am." "I know," Jo says. And he knows damn well. This conversation is so cyclical. How many times have I expressed the same issue over these past weeks? "But you love him, right?" I sigh. "Yeah," I say. Which is why I haven't broken it off yet. "Differently than you love me?" "I guess so," I say. But that's a complicated matter. At face-value, yes, we love each other differently. Jo and I have a father-son bond so deep that it's incomparable to other relationships. But now that we've thrown some sex into the mix, it's easy to confuse everything. Still -- maybe it can just be sex. Maybe this is just the way me and my boy express our love and intimacy. Because we've always been close, and affectionate, and lovey -- almost (dare I say) romantic in many ways. At least, from the outside, it may seem romantic. And with Max, I love him for the man that he is. The partner that he is. The fact that we can be openly together, in the traditional sense. Those are things that Jo can't offer me. "Then you should still be together," Jo says. But is that fair to juggle both? Max loves that I'm so close to Jo, but he doesn't know HOW close. I can't imagine anyone would be crazy about that fact. Certainly Max. His worst fear in a relationship is that he'd be cheated on. It's happened to him time and time again. And here I am, repeating that cycle. "Well, then we should stop this, shouldn't we?" I ask, gesturing to our nude bodies. This question comes up once a week. And the answer is always the same from both of us: "yes", or (from Jo) "probably". But neither of us really wants to. Whether it's spoken aloud or implied through a look, we know that we don't want to stop. We can't. I just sigh, rolling myself off of my bed and stretching a bit. "Wouldn't it be easier if you just had me to yourself?" I ask. He just looks up at me from the bed, sprawled out so unintentionally invitingly. "Is that what you want?" I bite my lip a bit, letting my eyes graze over his body. "I don't know what I want," I mutter. That's partly a lie. I want Jo. I know that for sure. It's just a matter of asking myself "In what capacity?" Time will tell, I suppose. I think with this, I just want to let things unfold. Overthinking everything just stresses me out, so I do my best to shake it all off by smiling and putting my hands together. "Breakfast?" Jo smiles at me brightly, sitting up. "Yes, please." As he starts to get dressed (he doesn't like to be naked that much), I make my way into the kitchen, still unclothed. I let the coffee start brewing before starting to pull out a few pans. "What do you want?" I ask him as he comes into the kitchen. He just snorts at the sight of me. "So you're just gonna cook naked?" "That didn't answer my question," I say with a grin, pointing my spatula at him. He bites his lips. "Pancakes?" "Sure. But you're helping," I say, starting to grab all the ingredients and place them on the counter beside the stove. Instead of helping with breakfast, Jo just gets behind me and rubs my shoulders. "I'll leave the cooking to you," he says, giving me a light massage. I hum a bit. "That feels nice," I say, loosening up. "You're tense as fuck, Dad." "I don't know what to tell you," I say, chuckling as I start to pour flour into a bowl. "You have knots all over the place," he says as he feels up different spots on my back, and then he stops. "Come here." He reaches around and grabs my hand, pulling me away from the counter. "What?" "You need a massage." "The hell do you know about massages?" I ask as he moves me towards the couch and motions for me to lie down, smirking. "Shut up and lie down," he says, slapping my ass. I wince but lie down on my stomach with a grunt, and Jo quickly gets on top of me. I feel his weight settling on my lower back before his hands gently stroke my skin. Then, his fingers start working into my shoulders and I groan. "Oh, that's nice," I say with a breathy laugh. He chuckles too. "You need to relax once in a while," he says, working his thumbs between my shoulder blades. "I am pretty relaxed," I say defensively. "You're a surgeon," he says. "Your job is nothing but stress." "You stress me out more than my job does," I tease. He flicks the back of my head and says "Shut up" before continuing to massage me. I can't help but moan a bit as he works his fingers, thumbs, and knuckles in various spots deep into my back. I didn't realize I was so knotted until I could literally feel him massaging them out. Damn, am I really this stressed? After several minutes, he works to my lower back, sliding down and just straddling my legs a bit. Then I feel his hand give my ass a feel, and I chuckle slightly. "I don't think there are any knots there," I say. "Sorry," he says with a slight laugh before moving his hands back up. "Have you ever done it before?" he asks after a moment. "With Max?" "Done what?" "Gotten fucked." I bite my lip slightly. "Once or twice," I say. Three times, actually. I remember them distinctly. The first time was a doozy. "Really? And he was your first, right?" "Yep." "Hm." Clearly he's thinking about something. I can tell from his tone. "How was it?" he asks. "Or like, what was it like?" I laugh a little. "It was... intense," I say, finding that to be the best word to describe it. It hurt like hell, and it was uncomfortably strange, but after a while, especially when he'd hit the right spot, it felt incredible. The dual mix of discomfort and pleasure was a ride. "Good intense?" "Yeah," I say, "after you get used to it." I pause for a moment. "Why do you ask?" "Just curious," he says, sliding his hands smoothly up to my shoulders. Then he leans down, kisses my cheek, says "All done!", and then slides off of me. I sit up slowly and stretch a bit, definitely feeling a little looser. "Wow," I say, laughing as I stretch my back. "I'm impressed." "Now you can't say I don't take care of you," he says with a smile. "When have I ever said that?" I say, nudging him with my fist before standing up. I head into the kitchen, knowing he's probably checking out my backside as he follows me. I need my coffee fix, so I head to the machine and pour myself a fresh cup, humming a bit when I take a sip. "Mmm, that's good," I say before setting my cup down. I stretch again and then focus on the task at hand: breakfast. Jo and I whip up a quick stack of pancakes from scratch, enjoying a nice little breakfast together at the table. He kindly offers to wash the dishes for me, and I smile, letting him take my plate to the sink as I finish up my coffee. Once empty, I bring my mug to the sink, standing behind him. "I think I'm gonna shower," I say, giving his arm a little squeeze as I set my mug into the soapy water. "Finally," he teases. My eyes go wide. "Really? Do I smell?" I ask, lifting my arm to sniff my pit. Jo just laughs. "I'm kidding. You always smell good." He looks at me. "Can I come?" I look him up and down with an amused smile before nodding. "Yeah, sure." He rinses soap off of his hands and follows me into the bathroom. Once inside, he starts stripping out of his clothes. I turn on the water and make sure it's hot before stepping inside with a sigh and putting myself fully under the stream. I rub my face a bit, giving myself a quick rinse before Jo finally steps inside behind me. "Make some room," he says, tapping my hip. "Don't be rude, kid," I say with a chuckle, switching spots with him so that he can get the bulk of the water. As he lets the water wash over him, I grab the soap and lather up my hands before starting to soap up his back. He chuckles a bit. "Thanks." "Just returning the favor," I say with a grin, kissing his neck as I run my hands down his sides. He lets out one of those little hums of his and I smile a bit, wrapping my arms around him as I slowly wash his front. I start with his chest, playfully tweaking his nipples before sliding down over his stomach. When I get closer to his cock, he lets out a little whimper, but I avoid it, smiling to myself. He's getting hard, I notice, but I just enjoy teasing him a bit. He even tries moving my hand to his cock by grabbing my wrist and holding my palm on his shaft. But I pull away. "C'mon," he whines, but I just laugh softly in his ear. "Didn't you cum enough yesterday?" Three loads last night alone. "No," he says simply, turning around to face me. He tries to look up at me, but the water gets in his eyes, and we both laugh as I shield his face. "Here," I say, turning us back around so that the water is spraying my back. He wipes the water from his eyes before looking back up at me with a smile on his lips. I find myself leaning down to kiss him, and we share a slow, long, intimate kiss that continues when he wraps his arms around me. I hold him close to me as we kiss, letting my own hands drift a bit until they find that thick ass of his. I can't help but give one of his cheeks an ample squeeze, shaking it in my fist. Jo doesn't know how badly I want to fuck him. I think about it all the time. But I have to wait for him to tell me he's ready for that. And I can be patient. For now, though... I reach over to the side as we continue kissing to grab the soap. After lathering my hands with it, I then go back to grabbing at Jo's ass. He lets out a moan against my lips as I slide my middle finger between his cheeks and gently rub against his hole. I do it again, and again, and again, before I keep my finger there and gently massage him in a circular motion. I feel him getting on his toes a bit, and I smile through the kiss. Then, I push it into him, up to the first knuckle. Jo gasps a bit, breaking the kiss and breathing heavily against my lips. "You okay?" I ask. "Y-yeah," he says, clutching onto me tightly. I tease him with just the tip of my finger. "How's that feel?" "Weird," he says with a slight laugh. With my free hand, I reach between us and grab his ridiculously hard cock, and he gasps even louder this time. Damn, this boy is a horndog. "How 'bout now?" I ask with a grin, casually pushing my finger in just a little deeper. To the second knuckle now. Jo whimpers again, pushing into my tight, soapy fist. "Better," he says. "You wanna cum, don't you?" I ask. "Mhm," he says with several nods, looking up at me with pleading eyes. "You want me to make you cum?" I ask. "Yeah, Daddy," he says in a whiny voice as I tease the head of his cock with a tight grip. I arch my eyebrow at hearing him call me that, but I smirk slightly. He hasn't called me that since he was a little tyke. And hearing it flow so effortlessly off his lips... well, it's turning me on. I bite my lip as I start stroking every inch of his member and gently finger him. He closes his eyes and just completely lets me take over. I lick my lips. He feels so warm inside. And fucking tight, too. Imagining how his hole would feel on my cock is almost too much for me to handle. But I focus on him. I work my middle finger back and forth, in and out, only fingering him to the second knuckle so he can get used to the sensation. My hand on his cock is definitely helping bring out those pleasured feelings, because I can feel him throbbing in my hand. And since the soap acts as excellent lube, I keep my grip almost as tight as possible. Like a vice. It doesn't take long for my boy to cum. He digs his fingers into my skin and whines and grunts, tensing his whole body as he shoots his load right on me and on the shower floor. I even feel his hole tensing up more and that only makes my imagination go wild. I slowly pull my finger out of him before letting go of his cock, and he sighs heavily as if drained. But I know how it goes. In a minute he'll be completely recharged. Lucky bastard. He looks up at me as he bites his lip a bit and sees that I'm just grinning down at him. "Daddy, huh?" I tease. He blushes but laughs, hitting my chest. "Shut up." Now that Jo and I have really established some sort of comfortable sexual intimacy, I keep my romantic life separate. Jo will ask about Max every so often, and I'm always worried he'll be jealous, or uncomfortable, or some other perfectly valid emotion. Even though he still seems to be rooting for this relationship, I keep details more or less vague. The same goes both ways. When I'm with Max, I talk about Jo as little as possible. Admittedly, Max and I see each other less because I've been seeing Jo even more, but I try to balance it as best I can, or make up for lost time with surprises and nice outings. Like tonight. Max finally finished his book of poems and is ready to publish, so I'm taking him out for a celebratory dinner. "I'm really proud of you," I say with a smile, cheering at him with my glass of wine. He smiles bashfully but nods. "Thanks, handsome," he says, taking a piece of complementary bread out from the basket and dipping it in a bit of olive oil. "I'm excited, but nervous." "Why nervous?" "Who knows how it'll be received?" he asks, taking a bite of the bread. "I-- and forgive the cliche, but I poured my soul out onto those pages and soon, they'll be critiqued. I'LL be critiqued." "I'll handle the critics," I say with a grin and he laughs. "Mr. Tough Guy, always looking out for me." I wink. "Someone has to." "Mmm," he says, smiling and looking at me for a moment. "I remember the first time I saw you in that poetry club." I smile. "How out of place I looked?" "Well yes," he says with a chuckle. "But also how beautiful you looked." Beautiful? Can't say many people have described me that way. "You just have such a good presence. Calm, and kind." He smiles. "That's what makes you a good doctor." I can't help but smile. "I've had so many shitty doctors over the years," I tell him. "But they served as prime examples of what I didn't want to be." "That's fair," he says, "but I think you'd be this way even without them." I laugh slightly but smile brightly. "You're far too good to me. But I appreciate that." "I appreciate you," he says, and then he starts standing up. He comes over to my side of the table and leans down to sneak in a quick but lovely kiss on my lips before saying he's going to use the restroom. He smiles at me and then heads across the room towards the bathrooms, and I watch him go, biting my lip slightly before looking around. I wonder if anyone watched us kissing. If they thought anything of it. But Max has brought that openness out of me. Now, instead of being worried that someone was looking at us with discouraging eyes, I'm just curious. Just as I'm thinking about Max and I going at it in a public setting, my phone buzzes in my pocket. I fish it out and check it, seeing Jo's face pop up on my screen. I smile and answer the call. "Hey you." "Sorry to interrupt dinner," he says, "but I have a question." "Shoot." "Can I use the last of your Muenster?" "What? Why?" I ask. "I wanna make grilled cheese soon." "Use the Colby, then," I suggest. "I ate all the Colby." This kid. I can't have anything in my fridge be sacred. "Seriously?" "You can just say no." I sigh a bit just as Max comes back to the table, smiling at me. "Fine. But you owe me some Muenster." "I'll buy you a fat wheel. Or whatever it comes in." "I think it's just a block." "Whatever," he drawls, laughing. "Thanks, love you." "Yeah yeah, love you more," I say, smiling as I hang up and set my phone on the table and turn my attention back to Max. "Jo?" Max asks as he adjusts himself in his seat. "Yeah. Asking if he could use the rest of my precious cheese." "Right," he says, nodding a bit. I can't help but notice his tone, and the strange expression on his face. "Something wrong?" I ask. He looks up at me and then completely composes himself. "No, nothing," he says. Thinking it was just a random moment, I just shrug it off. But then, he speaks up again. "Can I ask you something?" "Sure," I say, giving him my full attention. He hesitates for a few moments, fiddling with his napkin on his lap. "Are you...?" Then he clears his throat. "You won't get mad if I ask something out-of-line, will you?" I almost laugh. "What's this about, Max?" Again, he hesitates, but finally spits it out after a few seconds. "Are you and Jo... you know?" I tense up immediately, my heart practically stopping. But I have to play it cool. I want to clear my throat, but would that look suspicious? "What... um... What are you saying?" I ask. He sighs a bit. "I don't know. I've always had a feeling you two were up to something." "Up to something?" "But I kept shutting that suspicion down because I thought it was insane." He laughs to himself. "A father and son, involved? No way." My face is getting hot as hell. I need a way out of this conversation, ASAP. He's getting much too close to home. What does he know? What does he actually suspect? Where did that feeling come from? Maybe Jo and I are not as discreet as we thought we were being. He keeps talking. "But you guys have always seemed, I don't know... TOO close. And then I saw you two..." He trails off, making a weird hand motion as if I'm supposed to fill in the blank. I can only blink a few times. I'm absolutely frozen. Mortified, really. What did he see? "What?" "Kiss." Now I laugh. It's a short, one-syllable sort of laugh. A mixture of disbelief and anxiety. "No." But, in all honestly, it's meant in a "No, I can't believe this is happening right now" sort of way. "I saw you two," he insists, "at your place, just an hour ago, right before we left your apartment." And then it hits me. We DID kiss. We were all standing around the kitchen, sampling the brownie mix Jo was working on since he's been super into baking this weekend for whatever reason. In retrospect, Jo and I were being extra handsy with each other. He cracked some inside joke and we both did that laughing, half-hug thing people do when they share a private joke. Both Max and I sampled it on our way out, and I distinctly remember Max heading towards the front door (we were going to be late for our reservation) while I sucked the mix off of my finger, told Jo it tasted good, and then said goodbye. Then, we pecked each other on the lips. It was so small, and casual, and normal for us that I didn't even think twice about it. It just happened. Max must have seen it when he was at the door. And when it was followed by how handsy we both were... It definitely looks suspicious. I try to come up with something on the spot. "I didn't think anything of it," I find myself saying. "Well, yeah, it seemed that way," Max says, and I find his staring uncomfortable. It's like he's looking for anything that'll give away the truth. "Do you guys do that all the time? Have I just not noticed before?" he asks. I don't respond. I can't. I feel like a deer in the headlights right now, just staring into the lights that are coming my way. "Just tell me I'm crazy," Max says when I don't respond. Tell him he's crazy? That's harsh, especially considering he's right. I'm the crazy one. I'm clamming up right now. Why can't I say anything? I can't even begin to fathom how to form a proper response. "Tell me I'm crazy" is running through my head on a loop, over and over, distracting my ability to form a coherent thought. And it's been far too long to say something now. I'm fucked. "Tell me, Mark," he says again a little more insistently. I just bring my hand to my face and rub my palm over it. Max takes that as enough of an answer. "Seriously?!" he whispers. "Please don't," I find myself saying. I suddenly feel nauseous. "How long has this been going on?!" I can't even look at him. "Please, Max," I say quietly, feeling my head swimming. I'm warm as hell. What am I going to do? "Just... wait--" "Wait?! Wait for what?" he asks, looking around before leaning in more. "This is insane, Mark. Insane!" "Okay," I say, holding my hands up a bit. "Okay. I'm sure you want an explanation--" "You're damn right I--" "But I don't have one," I say, willing myself to look up at him. He pauses and squints. "You have nothing to say for yourself?" "No, I just-- I mean... Fuck," I grunt, taking a breather and trying again. "It just happened." I really don't know how to explain myself when I'm put on the spot like this. Do I even WANT to explain myself? He stares at me for a long time before he says "And is 'it' still happening?" I bite my lip before nodding. "Yeah." "Jesus fucking Christ--" "I'm so sorry, Max--" "I can't believe this is happening again." "But it's not emotional or romantic or anything like that. It's just--" "Just what?" he says, glaring at me. "Just sexual? Like that's any better?" I don't have a response for that. I swallow and say "I never meant to hurt you--" "But you are, Mark," he says with finality, staring at me hard. Then he breaks down a bit. "God," he says to himself, running his fingers through his hair. "Am I just a shitty person? Do I bore you? Honestly, tell me." "I promise you're not a shitty person," I tell him. "You're incredible. You're perfect." He scoffs a bit before sniffling slightly as he crosses his arms -- not in a defensive way, but in a "I'm feeling vulnerable" way. "I don't know what to say," I add. "Things between me and Jo are... complicated." "That's not the point, Mark," he says, closing his eyes. "As absolutely crazy as that is, what's killing me right now is not the fact that it's Jo. It's the fact that you've been lying to me. You've been going behind my back. I told you that this is my worst fear. I've told you that." I swallow thickly as I notice a tear streaming down his face. He has told me this. In most of his past relationships, he's been cheated on, which is why he was very forward about what he wanted out of our relationship since the beginning. And I stomped all over that. "It's not like that--" I start to say, but he interrupts. "It's exactly like that," he says, sounding strangely calm. Then I realize it's just because he looks drained. Spent. "You two have a relationship. Whatever that means to you, it's still a relationship." "Max--" "I can't do this, Mark," he says, grabbing his napkin and tossing it onto the table. He stands up and immediately starts heading for the exit of the restaurant. "Max!" Now I know people are looking at us but I don't care. I hurry after him, pushing past the host that tries to stop me from leaving, and I catch Max by the arm just as we get outside. "Max, wait," I say insistently, and he sighs as he turns to me. "What?" "Please don't leave like this," I say. Then: "I don't want to lose you. I love you." He immediately looks away, trying to suck back the tears that start gushing from his eyes. "Don't do this," he says softly. "Do what?" "Rope me back in." He lifts his glasses to wipe his eyes a bit before looking at me. "I've been in this position too many times, Mark. I can't let myself trust you again." I swallow, my heart sinking. "So, what? This is it?" "I can't do this," he says again. God, I hate this feeling. "What can I do to make it up to you?" He just shrugs, smiling sadly through his tears. This really is it, then. He's breaking things off with me. There's a moment where he seems to be waiting for me to say something, but then he leans in, kisses me softly, and then hugs me. I wrap my arms around him tightly, apologizing. This isn't a forgiveness sort of embrace, though. This is a goodbye. He pulls away, strokes my face once, and then starts walking down the sidewalk to hail a cab. There's so much I could tell him. I could tell him it wasn't his fault that I cheated. That he did nothing wrong. That he's perfect for me, everything I need and didn't know I needed in a partner. In a lover. In a friend. That he's the most amazing man I've ever met. But I just watch him go. When I finally get back to the apartment, I'm so out of it that I don't realize where I am until I open the door. I step inside and my thoughts and regrets concerning Max take a backseat for a moment. It smells like something's burning. And as I follow the scent into the kitchen, I see Jo scraping what looks to be burnt cheese off of a pan. He notices me walk in. "Hey!" Then he grimaces. "Sorry about the smell. I burned the fuck out of my sandwich." I watch him bite his tongue in concentration as he digs the Chore Boy into the pan to get the gunk off. His hands are all soapy, too. As I watch him, something switches inside me. As shitty as I feel about Max, I suddenly realize something: I'm free. And that's the only thought I need right now. I come up to Jo just as he starts talking again. "I made some fruit salad, by the way. I ate all the pineapple but there's still some good stu--" But he's cut off when I get behind him, grab his hips, spin him around, and kiss him hard. He grunts in surprise, holding his wet, soapy hands up in the air. He tilts his face away. "Dad, wha--" But I grab his face and hold it in place, kissing him deeply. Shut up, Jo. Let me have this. Let me have you. I need it. I press my groin into him a little more so he can feel me. He grunts again, probably confused as to why I'm kissing him so passionately, or maybe wondering where the hell Max is. But I take one of his hands and guide it right to my crotch. Even if it is soapy. I don't care. I need him to touch me. That seems to be enough for him, because he starts to get into it a little more, kissing me back with equal fervor and starting to feel me up nicely. Good boy. When he starts lifting his leg over my hip a bit, I pick him up, hands gripping the back of his thighs tightly as I carry him back to the living room. Something is playing on the TV. I can hear a laughing track come on every so often, but I decide to just leave it on. I'm focused. I bring Jo to the couch and then toss him onto it, looming over him a bit. He pants as he looks up at me. I wonder what expression is on my face. Probably something determined. Hungry. I straddle him, sitting up on my knees with my crotch at his eye-level. His hands immediately go for my belt, but I slow him down slightly. I just want a good look at him before we get into this. I comb my fingers through his hair and tug a bit to tilt his face up towards me. God, he's fucking beautiful. I stroke his face lightly, and he pauses his movements, just holding his fingers still on my belt as he looks up at me. I slide my fingers over his cheek, jaw, and then his lips as if in appreciation. I made this boy. This piece of art. Fucking beautiful. I touch his lips more tenderly, even part them a bit. He opens his mouth slightly and lets me slide two fingers in. Back and forth. Back and forth. I feel his tongue sliding around those two digits eagerly, and my cock twitches in my pants, wishing it was in his mouth instead of those fingers. Soon, though. Soon. I bite my lip a bit, pulling my fingers away and replacing it with my thumb. Jo's lips wrap eagerly around it as he sucks on my thumb and then resumes undoing my belt. It's so erotic watching him take my thumb as I hold his chin with my fingers. I find myself transfixed, listening to my belt jingle as he undoes the clasp and then completely opens my pants. When my cock is out in the open and his fingers are wrapped around it, I make the switch. Out comes my thumb and in goes my cock. His eyes close as I hold the back of his head and guide him down onto me, having him work me at the pace I want. I bite my bottom lip, closing my own eyes for a moment and just enjoying his tongue, his soft lips, his eager sucking, his needy hands. My beautiful son. I look down and watch him as I pump my hips back and forth. He looks so cute with his eyebrows raised in the middle as if he's worried, or concerned. Though I'm sure all he's worried about is getting me off. "Deeper," I tell him, and I hold the back of his head, urging him further onto my cock. "C'mon, Jo." He gags a bit but reaches around and grabs my ass to steady himself. He can't get it all the way the first time and has to pull off quickly to cough and regain his breath. "Sorry," he says. "It's okay," I tell him, grabbing myself and rubbing my wet cock against his face. "Try again." And try he does. Second time's the charm sometimes because he takes it inch by inch and finally, by my direction, has all of me down his velvety throat. I groan, grinding into his face a bit before he starts to cough. I push him back, letting him slide off and take another breather. I just reach down and stroke myself, grinning. "Good boy." He wipes the drool off of his lips and chin and then clears his throat a few times before glancing up at me. Then he leans forward, kissing and licking the head of my cock as I jerk off. Fuck, he looks like he's in his element. All flushed in the face, hair a mess, lips shiny with precum and spit... And to think, all that missed time... We could have been doing this for years. I clench my teeth harder as I feel the orgasm building. I hold onto his head with my free hand, telling him to open his mouth as I start to ride the edge. He does so eagerly, looking up at me a few times. And then, finally, sweet fucking release. I moan loudly as I hold my cock just an inch from his lips and start to cum. My dick pumps shot after shot into my boy's mouth, and he takes it all with gusto before going the extra mile and taking me back into his mouth. I grunt a bit from the sensitivity that sends shockwaves throughout my body, but fuck, that feels good. "Show me," I tell him, pulling him off my cock. He opens his mouth and shows me my load. I grin slightly, scooping up a bit of cum off of his chin with my thumb and then sliding that finger right into his mouth. He sucks it off with a hum before moving back to my cock, nuzzling his face into my crotch as he swallows a few times. This kid makes me crazy. I never thought we'd end up like this. Not for a second. I'm still hard. Still horny. Still want to get off. Still want to fuck. I slide off of the couch and stand in front of him, leaning over to kiss him deeply. He wraps his arms around the back of my neck and, with tongue-filled kisses, returns the passion. As we kiss, I slide my hands up his thighs and then grip the waistband of his sweatpants, starting to strip them off of him. He lifts his ass enough for me to get both his pants and underwear off, and I toss them to the floor. Now his shirt has to go. I move his arms off of me before grabbing the hem and roughly pulling it off of him. To the floor with that, too. Now he's naked. Completely exposed. All mine. I have him lie down as I get on top of him, resting between his legs. He pulls me down for another round of kissing, and we rut into each other as we make out. I could fuck him right here, right now. Right into this couch. I even find myself lifting his legs a bit. God, what I'd give to just sink my cock fully inside of him... But I need to slow down. Jesus Christ. I break the kiss and rest my forehead on his shoulder, panting heavily. I need a breather. A moment to reflect. To calm down. Was I really just about to fuck Jo so abruptly? Slow down, Mark. "You okay?" Jo asks after I haven't moved for a while. "Yeah," I say, resting over him a bit. "I'm just feeling a lot of things." I look up at him. "Max broke up with me." "What?!" he says, looking shocked. He sits up, so I do too. "Why?" I consider lying, but there's no use in that. "He found out about us," I say. Then: "It's okay, he won't tell anyone," I add, since Jo looks mortified for a moment. "How can you be sure?" "He's not that type of person," I say. And I fully believe that. He never spilled secrets about his exes to me, even when they've done him wrong -- in worse ways than even I did. If anything, our secret is safe with Max. But Jo still looks upset. "Don't give me that look," I tell him. "I feel horrible, Dad," he says, frowning. "Don't," I say, rubbing his thigh. "But--" "Don't." I pull him to me and wrap an arm around him as he rests against my chest. "But you loved him," he says. I sigh heavily. "I know." We sit in silence for a long while, which feels somewhat strange. After all, Jo is nude, and I'm sitting here with my dick out while I hold him. But we're in this together. Even though we're both at fault, I have to take responsibility. I don't want Jo shouldering this guilt. "I'm sorry," he says after a bit, rubbing my chest. "I'll be okay," I tell him, kissing the top of his head. I figured that when we talked about this, we'd discuss things more. But I don't want to talk anymore. All I want to do is kiss him. That'll make me feel better. So I lift his chin up and kiss him again. It takes him a second to get into it, but he follows my lead through a slow, steady round of kisses. I let my hand slide down his back a bit as he lifts a leg over my lap. His knee nudges my cock and I grunt a bit, both of us laughing ever so softly. "Sorry," he says before patting it gently. It wakes me up again, and I feel him gently stroking my cock with just his fingertip until I'm fully hard again. Like a curious boy, he wraps his fingers around my cock slowly and feels me out as if he hasn't grown accustomed to my member by now. I kiss his bottom lip, humming slightly. "Do you wanna go to bed?" he asks after a moment. I smile. "Yeah." I pat his side before we both stand up. I tuck my hard-on back into my pants before Jo takes my hand, linking our fingers together. I smile softly at him before bending down to turn the television off via the remote and then lead the way to my bedroom. Once we're inside, I start taking my clothes off. Shirt, pants, socks, underwear. I leave them all on the floor before joining my son in bed. We immediately start kissing. But in contrast to how we started, these kisses are much more tender. Slower. Our legs intertwine as we get as close as possible, holding onto each other. This feels good. This feels right. I pull back from his lips slightly, looking at him for a long moment. He laughs slightly and asks "What?" "Do you wanna fuck me?" I ask him. He blinks, evidently surprised by my question. "What?" "Do you want to fuck me?" I repeat. "Seriously?" "Yes," I say, smiling. He just stares at me with an open-mouthed smile. "If you don't want to, just say so." "Hell yeah I want to," he says, biting his lip as if trying not to smile to widely. "C'mere, old man." He reaches over, pulling me in for another quick kiss as he rolls on top of me. Then he quickly sits up. "Turn over." I snort slightly at the command but do so, turning onto my stomach so my back is completely exposed to him. I don't know what came over me, asking if he wanted to fuck me. It was a sudden, spur-of-the-moment impulse. Suddenly I wanted it. I wanted to be even closer to him. And what brings two people closer than this? I look back to watch as he gets between my legs and puts his hands on each cheek. He gropes me a bit, massaging the mounds before spreading them apart and getting a glimpse of my hole. "Whoa," he says, running his thumb gently across it. I let out a low, close-lipped moan, smiling slightly at his look of amazement. "You act like you've never seen an ass before." "I haven't," he says, looking up at me. "Don't you watch porn?" "Well yeah, but I've never seen one in person," he clarifies. "Don't be a dick," he adds with a smirk. "This is all new for me." "You know I love teasing you," I tell him. "Karma's a bitch," he says, running his thumb slowly across my hole again. I moan out, arching my back slightly. He pets at it a few times, really feeling me out before I hear him shifting. Then, out of nowhere, I feel a wet warmth against my hole that sends electricity through my body. Fuck, he's rimming me. I bite my lip, reaching back and grabbing his head a bit, pulling him a little deeper into me. His hands stay gripping each cheek, keeping them apart so he has good access to my hole. This boy really goes at it, giving me the works: spitting, licking and lapping, kissing, tonguing a little bit, even blowing cool air to tease me. After several minutes of eating me out, he has me dripping wet with his saliva before kissing up my spine. "You learned all that from porn?" I ask when he gets to my shoulder. "No," he says. "I learned that from you." I smile to myself as he kisses my ear, and I tilt my face towards his so our lips can connect. As we kiss, I turn onto my back and hold him on top of me as he gets between my legs. I can feel how hard he is. He's rutting against me a bit, so I pull away from the kiss and ask if he's ready. "Yeah," he says, looking excited. "Do we need like, lube and stuff?" Lube would be nice... But any time I've bottomed, it was at Max's place, and he has a stash in his nightstand. And Max never needed lube when we fucked, so I never kept some here. I suppose we could get creative, but I don't feel like waiting. "I can handle it. You're not that big," I tease. "Fuck you," he says, hitting me across the face playfully. "Hey," I say, grabbing his wrist. "Not the face." "Thought you liked it rough," he teases in a mocking voice. "Shut up," I tell him, grinning slightly as I push him up a bit. I spit onto my palm and reach between us to grab his cock. Damn, how does this kid always feel so solid? Must be a gift. I get him nice and wet before gripping him tight. His breathing hitches a bit as I bring him closer to me. I lift my legs a bit more to make the penetration easier, and I bite my lip when I bring the head of his cock against my hole. "Take over for me," I tell him. So he does. He looks down as he grabs himself. He seems to be waiting for my okay -- he even looks up at me for a split second before just deciding to go for it. He pushes forward, watching my hole wrap around the head of his cock, taking him in. "Oh my god," he says, and he starts moaning immediately. I want to moan too, but my mouth just opens as he eases himself in. I think he gets too eager because he sinks in far too fast. I cry out, clutching onto his arm. "Ah! Jesus!" "Sorry!" he says, already balls-fucking-deep inside of me. "Easy, kid, I'm just a novice," I say, half-laughing. "Sorry," he says again, but he smiles too, chuckling along side me. Once the soreness dissipates and I give him the okay, I let him move again, giving him pointers on taking it slow, just moving his hips, giving it one inch at a time... things like that. It doesn't take too long for me to get used to the sensation of being stretched out -- I can tough it out. But Jo, he's in another world. His eyes are almost glazed over as he ruts his hips back and forth in slow, tender motions. He learns quick, following a steady rhythm as he pumps his hips. But he almost doesn't last long. "This is amazing," he says softly before adding "I'm close." "No no no," I say, almost laughing. "Wait." When he doesn't stop moving, I put a hand on his chest. "Hold it." He bites his lip and whines a bit but stops, tensing and holding back his orgasm. He'll thank me for it later. And so will I. We both need this to last a little longer than, what, four minutes? Once his orgasm is held back momentarily, I let him start up again. I have him hold my legs for me so I can relax, and when he shifts my legs back a bit more, I moan out. That's it. Right there, Jo. I bite my lip as his cock takes me over. He's actually a good size for me. Not too big. Max has a decent sized cock between his legs, and handling that was a challenge, so comparatively, this is a cake-walk. I can enjoy each inch of my son a little sooner, focus on the head of his cock pegging my g-spot, and appreciate the sensation of his thickness stretching me out, especially on the pull-back. I look up at him and his intense focus. He's watching his dick disappear repeatedly inside of me, and I'm sure he's awe-struck by it. I remember my first fuck. It was mind-blowing. And this is between us this time. Father and son. If that's not mind-blowing... then I don't know what is. "Hey," I say after a few minutes. He looks up at me and smiles slightly as I reach up and stroke his cheek. "Am I doing okay?" he asks. I let out a little laugh through my nose. He's so cute. "You're doing great." He giggles in a boyish sort of way before asking "Can I try it on your stomach?" He pulls out of me slowly and I turn over with a grunt onto my stomach, lifting my ass up a bit. He mounts me, pushing his cock between my cheeks to search for my hole. It takes him a second to find it, but he sinks right in, both of us moaning when he gets in deep. I grip the pillow, pulling it to me and hugging it as he starts to rut his hips. The boy's a natural fuck. It makes me sort of proud, in a strange way, knowing that he's got the gift. I bite my lip but smile slightly as I feel him gripping my hips and taking control of his pleasure. Atta boy, Jo. Keep it up. I feel him push in deep as he leans over, kissing my neck a bit. Then, he says "I love you, Dad" so softly and close to my ear that I almost melt. I close my eyes to just enjoy this closeness. This intimacy. This moment. When I realize he's trying to kiss me, I tilt my head towards him as much as possible until our lips finally meet. Jo's ruts become more junior in this position since I'm a bit taller than him, but I don't care. I love my boy. Soon, though, he starts breathing heavily through his nose as we kiss, his moans getting a little higher. Then, he gasps a bit, breaking the kiss and looking down as he pushes his hips into me and cums. "Atta boy," I say softly, looking back at him slightly as his hips twitch. When his balls finally empty, he practically collapses on me, trying hard to catch his breath. I just laugh, reaching back to pat his head. "You okay?" "That was incredible," he says tiredly. "Good," I say with a smile, resting cozily against the pillow with Jo on top of me. I feel him shift slightly, and then he slowly pulls out of me (which makes me grunt a bit) so that he can rest on top of my back in a more comfortable position. "Was it good for you too?" he asks, settling his weight on me. "Yeah," I tell him. "I was impressed." He laughs softly in my ear. "I didn't think it'd feel THAT good," he says, stroking my shoulder lightly with his fingertips. I chuckle. "Welcome to the world of sin," I say now that he's "officially" devirginized, which just makes him laugh. "Are you still happy that your first time was with me?" "Why wouldn't I be?" he asks, and I smile into the pillow for a moment before shifting around. Jo waits for me to turn onto my back before moving back on top of me. I wrap my arms around him tightly and hug him close. For now, I forget all about that hollow sensation I was feeling when Max and I split. I forget about the guilt associated with that. For now, all I have is my son, my one and only, and all I can do is smile and hold him tight to me.