Date: Sat, 16 Jul 2022 14:28:24 -0500 From: Jay Spear Subject: Dad's Quarantine Birthday My stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults. This story deals with relationships among male family members. If that fantasy bothers you, stop reading. If you like this story, check out my Patreon! Lots more content there: patreon.com/jayspearstories The Nifty Archive has been a fantastic resource to all of us! Please consider supporting them with a donation: https://donate.nifty.org/. Dad's Quarantine Birthday By Jay Spear (During the height of quarantine) Hey, Dad. Happy birthday. -How do you turn this damn thing on? It's on. I can see you. -Oh? Yeah. There you are. OK. I'll set the camera over there, so I can sit on my chair while we talk. How's the birthday? -Sucks, son. Just like every day in this pandemic. Can't go anywhere, can't see anyone. Best anyone can do is these video calls, and it's always fumbling with the camera and people looking like crap in bad lighting. You look good, Pops. The lighting doesn't matter. Taking care of yourself in quarantine, huh? -Yeah, son. That's the one saving grace. Trapped at home there's nothing to do but work out. I'm benching 250 now. I've practically got my 25 year old body back. You look real good, Pops. It's working. -Thanks, son. You're looking good and healthy too. You doing all right? You and Sean are good? Yeah, we're good. Tired of being stuck at home. I mean the family time is good, but I miss my...outlets, you know? -I'll bet. Young buck like you must be going crazy. For what it's worth, even an old guy like me is pent up too. I love your mom, but she'll only let me fuck her so many times a day. Yeah, dad? That dick of yours going unloved? -Not unloved, boy. It just always wants more. And my lady friends are all at home with their husbands too. Got some blue balls then, huh? -As blue as your shirt. Let em out, then, Dad. I wanna see. Wow, it's been so long. What was the last time? Last February? -Yeah, nearly a year. I miss seeing you, Dad. -You do see me. We do a call every couple weeks. You just miss this dick. Well, yeah. That too. Wish I could taste it. A video call only satisfies one of the senses. -Wrong, boy. Hear that? Your ears still work here. Fuck, Dad. I love the way you pull it down like that, like a coiled spring, and then let it smack back against your gut. Awesome sound: thwack, thwack, thwack. Damn that's good. -Take yours out too, son. Sure, Pops. -Yeah, that's it. Stroke it some more. But go slow, so I can see it. Really watch you. Yeah, just like that. It's like looking in a mirror, huh? Both of stroking at the same time? Same rhythm. -Same massive cock. Its size, shape - like my fucking twin. Damn boy, you look just your Daddy. It's all I've ever wanted, Pops. You're the fucking ideal. -Shhhhh, son. Don't gush. Just keep stroking. Yeah, Dad. Gonna work the head a little bit. Like this. Palm over the flared head, teasing the lip. Back and forth. You try too. -Feels good. Gets me leaking faster. -Yeah? Show me. Aw, damn, son. That's some serious slime you're working up. Been like that all morning, thinking about our call. Half hard in my sweatpants. Kept accidentally brushing it against the couch or the kitchen counter when I walked by. Went to take a piss and briefs had a wet spot the size of a grapefruit. -That from me? You know it is, Dad. Always has been. -I know, boy. Stroke faster. I'm getting worked up. You leak like this on days we don't talk? Sometimes. Yeah. I try not to think about it too much. I should be thinking of Sean or maybe one of my buddies. But my thoughts usually come back to you. I mean, look at you. -Look at us, son. Two men, cut from the same cloth. So much mutual admiration...just burning to express itself like this. Like this. Cocks out. Stroking. -Just like the old days. Still my best memory. That time I walked in on you on a Saturday. Found you jacking alone while Mom was running errands. -I did that sometimes. So glad I asked if I could join you. I had always wanted to see you dick up close. See it hard. -And I was tickled to see that newly sexual side of you. I came like a fountain that time. Within minutes, all over your chest. I was so excited. -I was excited too. Came right after. And that hug you gave me after. Feeling your hairy chest press into me, the slick sticky cum between us, and the way you soaped it off of me in the shower afterward. -You make a mess, you gotta help clean it up. That shower was the first time I realized that someday it would happen. As we turned in the shower, soaping each other's body on every side, through every angle. I felt your half-hard dick brush against me. Kept feeling it. It throbbed a few times when I wiggled my butt back at you. Dad, when I felt you respond like that-- -What, son? I knew you felt the same about me as I did you. Knew that one day you'd feel me, touch me like that, without the pretense of a shower. -And your little dance in there...feeling you brushing against me. It let me know. Let me know that you felt it too. That years later, when my cock finally worked its way into your tight hole, that it was something you wanted. That you had invited me. That it was where I was supposed to be. Awwww...fuck...I'm gonna shoot! -Do it, boy. Let me see you explode with cum for Daddy. Aw, that's fucking perfect. I love the way it paints a big line right across you. Marking you. Fuck, fuck, fuck.... Let me see you now. Come for me, Dad. -Uh, UH, UGGHGHGHHHHHH! Yeah, Pops. Fucking awesome. You let it fly even more than I did. What a gusher. -Four-day load, son. Ha! I already jacked off once this morning. Thinking about this call. -Thanks for holding some back for me. Always got some for you, Pops. Aw, don't go for a towel. Leave it there. I like to see it glistening on your chest. Wish I could lick it off. -When this damn pandemic is over. Yeah. Can't wait for that. -Until then-- What? -Want to do this again tomorrow? So fucking much!! I love you, Dad. -Me too, son. END