Date: Wed, 22 Apr 2020 14:14:49 +0000 (UTC)
From: Danny Smith <danny26149@yahoo.com>
Subject: Coming Home From Iraq, Part 1

Coming Home From Iraq
By Danny Smith


	This is a work of fiction.

Part 1


WELCOME HOME DAD!

What a beautiful sight! My flight had landed, and there waiting just
outside of security was my son, standing beside my mom and dad, holding
that sign.  All smiles, hugs all around, laughter. I was just finishing up
my deployment in Iraq (my second) and was now home for an extended leave.
What a feeling -- relief, joy, warmth, all mixed up with...something else.

My son and I had stayed in touch during the long months and, in a funny
way, actually gotten closer to each other. He was now 15 -- missed his
birthday damn it -- and really turning into a man. Good looking in every
way: athletic with dark brown hair and eyes. A stunner who had all the
girls pining for him not only because of his good looks, but his great
personality too. He was on the high school track team and worked out a lot.

He had no steady girlfriend, just a series of occasional dates. He often
shared pictures of them with me. I did the same sending him pictures of me,
the base, my buddies, etc. In one of the pictures I happened to have my
shirt off. When he responded, it was with a shirtless pic of his own
standing beside one his track teammates. With it was this question: "Dad do
you think I'll be as hairy as you?"

That struck me as an odd question. And then he followed it up with another
picture of himself, this time a super closeup of his upper chest. You could
clearly see one of his nipples and the center of his chest. The nipple was
surrounded by a small number of long dark hairs, and on the center of his
chest you could make out a few more of the same. I wasn't sure what to make
of it. It was hot. It made me proud, but I'm ashamed to say it also turned
me on a little. Well, more than a little. In fact, I jacked off to it.

Guess I should back up a little. I'm Bill McNeely, a 34 year old career
army guy. I was always attracted more to guys than girls, but I liked
both. Got married at 19 when I got my girlfriend pregnant. We married,
fought, split up, got back together, and finally divorced. I don't know if
our sex life had much to do with it -- well, of course it did, at least a
little -- but mostly it's because she was an alcoholic.

When we got divorced my son Billy had just turned 11. In our state if there
is a custody battle the wishes of the child are taken into consideration.
Billy made it clear that he wanted to be with me, but sadly there was no
custody battle -- she didn't even try to keep him. Her last words to him
were "you were always such a daddy's boy," and she didn't say it nicely.

So the two of us set up housekeeping. While I was overseas Billy stayed
with my parents, but basically it was him and me. We were super close. When
he was younger it was common for him to sleep in my bed (nothing happened!)
but as he got older, especially when he entered puberty that part was a lot
less frequent. What picked up, though, were trips to the bathroom when I
just happened to be in there peeing, or him needing ask me something when I
was in the shower. I had an idea what was going on, but didn't want to jump
to conclusions.

Besides we did both want privacy. I never tried to catch him viewing porn
sites, or monitor his online activity, at least not that closely, even
though I was sure he was doing it. And when I had a friend over for the
evening, he never pried even if they stayed all night. It was usually an
"old army buddy" of mine. Rarely a woman, but again, he didn't ask either
way.

So here we were at the airport saying hello again in a big way. I hugged my
mom and dad first and then, on impulse, I not only hugged Billy I picked
him up off the ground to do it. All 130 pounds of him. It brought back so
many warm memories of when he was a little boy. He sure wasn't a little boy
now, he was a young man, but still a bit on the short side, maybe 5'4" and
he still wanted to be held and hugged. We kissed each other on the neck
then, again just on instinct, we both spontaneously kissed...on the lips.

It didn't last long, and I'm not sure mom and dad even noticed but Billy
and both did. It was like an electrical shock between us. Still holding him
tight (I didn't want to put him down) I felt him snuggle close in my
arms. Then, softly, subtly -- did I really even sense it? -- I felt the
slightest stirrings of a thrust. He was pressing up against my stomach with
his crotch. Again, I had to ask myself if I really felt it, but I know I
did ...and then, the slightest stirring of an erection.

I whispered in his ear: "Easy tiger, easy. Later." What the hell did I mean
by "later"?

	We dropped mom and dad off at their place, both eager to get home,
but we had to stay for supper. On the way home he talked my ear off and we
both caught up on a lot of things. At one point I asked how he got along
with his Grandma and Grandad.

"Okay I guess. I mean I love them and they're real nice to me, but...I want
to be with you. I need it"

"What do you mean, you `need it'?"

"Well, you know...a boy needs to be around a man. At least I know I
do. Because...well, you know."

I didn't answer right away as we were just pulling into the driveway. We
went in, unpacked as quick as we could, and sat down to finish our
conversation.

"Dad, can I ask you a question?" Instead of answering I just looked at him
and smiled, then slightly nodded my head. "Were you with anyone in Iraq?"

"If you really want to know, yes. A couple times. Were you with anyone
here?"

"Yikes, I guess I shouldn't have asked."

"No, it's fine really. But now that I'm back...hey what's that smell?"

"Oh, I forgot to tell you Grandma and Grandad had my room painted. The
painter was here today finishing up."

We walked into his bedroom and sure enough all the furniture had painter's
tarps spread over them; half the walls were still wet, and the fumes were
almost overpowering.

"Son, you can't sleep in here."

"I guess I could sleep on the couch."

"No way. You can sleep with me...just like you used to."

Again, an electric thrill went through my body, and I could sense through
his too.

"Wow, Dad, that would be just great. I...I really missed you. A lot."

We didn't waste anymore time, but started getting ready for bed. All
routine stuff, at first: teeth cleaned, faces washed, etc. But then came
the big moment -- how to get undressed. I turned the main light off. The
room was dark, but not too dark to see because of the night light in the
bathroom. I started taking my clothes off and so did he. Shirt...
undershirt...shoes...socks...pants.

I wanted badly to crawl into bed nude with him, but didn't want to freak
him out. Maybe I was reading too much into all the signs I thought I was
seeing. So I left my boxers on and he did too.

"Good night, Dad."

"'Night son."

I waited a few minutes then rolled over toward him. As gently as I could I
inched over to his side of the bed. He was on his side turned away from
me. Closer. Closer. Finally there we were touching. Barely, but touching
just the same. My cock was right up against his ass, only two thin layers
of cotton between us, his shorts and mine. My cock was hard as a brick as I
took the plunge and thrust against him. I raunched against him a couple of
times the way he did with me in the airport (or the way I thought he
did). Then, to my shock, he got up out of bed and walked into the bathroom.

God, what had I done? Where did I go wrong? Everywhere! I couldn't believe
what an ass I was misreading all the signals. I was just fantasizing I
guess and hoping he felt about me the way I felt about him. But then, I
heard the sound of him pissing in the bathroom. When he finished I looked
up and watched, wondering if I should apologize or just pretend it never
happened.

But there in the dim light I saw him. Billy was standing in the doorway of
the bathroom, buck naked. He had gone in to piss but also to get himself
ready for what we were both hinting at all evening. He crawled into bed,
nude, and I quickly shed my own shorts. We were facing each other now, and
began touching, caressing. I began feeling him up and he did the same with
me. I played with his nipples, licking them, and he ran his fingers through
my chest hair. We were ready.

	I kissed him softly and wondered how far he wanted to go. I found
out pretty quickly when he rolled over on his side, facing away from me,
and scooted closer so that his ass was pressed hard against my cock. Well,
this was an unexpected surprise! And more than that, it was a dream come
true. I rolled over to reach my nightstand where I kept a jar of lube, just
in case. Quickly rolling back toward him, I lubed up and began probing his
ass cheeks with the tip of my penis.

	"Are you sure this is what you want to do?" I asked.

	Instead of answering out loud, he reached down with his free hand
and spread his ass cheeks. That was all the encouragement any man would
have needed. I began probing in earnest, looking for the right angle to
enter. When I was sure everything was right, I pressed my dick into his
rectum, but using only as much pressure as needed to insert the head. He
winced and shouted out but his scream was into the pillow. I think he was
trying be a man about it and didn't want me to think he couldn't take
it. More importantly, he didn't say "stop" or "take it out" or anything
like that, so I waited a moment, then continued on.

	Shoving in an inch or so at a time I reveled in the warmth and
tightness of his young ass. I wanted to take my time so as not to ruin
things for a next time, so I began gently rotating my hips, screwing my
cock up his ass while slowly shoving more in, about an inch at a time.
Every time I shoved he yelped, and I would hold up, giving his little body
time to adjust. When it seemed like he'd recovered I started in again,
screwing then shoving.

	At last it was all in, and he seemed more or less comfortable. I
wanted to get in a better position and told him to roll over flat on his
stomach while I laid down flat on top of him. I wanted to be completely in
control, not only for my own pleasure but also for his. We laid like that
for a long minute, then I whispered in his ear, "Here we go."

	With that I began fucking him, slowly at first, then really meaning
it. He let me get into a rhythm and soon his yelps of pain turned into
moans. I've also hated that cliché "he moaned with pleasure," but
that's exactly what was happening. The longer we fucked the hotter and more
turned on I got. I was lost in the moment and my unconscious mind started
sending me words in a stream of consciousness: "naked...men...boys...son...
raw...incest...father...cum...jizz...ass...Billy...son...minor...
bareback...incest...sperm...DNA...criminal...dirty...male sex...balls....

	On and on it went minute after minute. When I passed the point of
no return I wanted to let him know I was close. I had no intention of
stopping, but wanted to give him a fair warning just in case.

	"I'm close son."

	"Shoot it dad."

	"In your ass?"

	"Yes, Sir."

	That "yes, Sir" drove me over the top and deep into his ass. I'm
always a pretty heavy shooter, but even more than that I'm one of those
guys who has pretty powerful contractions. I know all guys don't do it that
way, and it's not something I control, it's just the way it is with me. But
I loved my son's response:

	"Oh Dad, I can feel it! I can feel you shooting! It's pumping cum
into me!  Oh Dad!"

	When I was drained, we laid there another minute or two. It was
without a doubt the most satisfying fuck I've ever had. As I was calming
down, catching my breath, my cock began to soften a bit. I realized I'd
been putting my full weight on him for about ten minutes now and I wanted
to give him a chance to breathe. I lifted myself up and let my cock plop
out of his well-fucked ass, glad to see that my sperm was dripping out in a
beautiful way. It was a big load.

	I rolled off him and onto my back. He scooted over to me and laid
on his side with his head on my shoulder. He began feeling my chest,
running his fingers through the thick hair.

	"Now that I've got more of your DNA inside me, maybe I'll get hairy
too."

	I kind of chuckled and said "I don't think it works like that."

	"No, I know that. But I wish it did."

	"Me too. But don't worry. You're beautiful in every way already.
You have a beautiful body, a beautiful ass, and a beautiful cock. Which
reminds me, I got my rocks off but you didn't. I need to do something about
that."


To be continued...