Date: Thu, 29 Jul 2021 18:22:37 +0100 From: David Greg Denton Subject: Dr. Mike, My Dad and Me - Part 3 Dr. Mike, My Dad and Me – Part 3 Gay, father, son If you enjoy reading stories on Nifty, then don't forget to donate! It's easy, just follow the link http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html * * * * It was the weekend after we buried my mother. I was the same age as you are now when my mom died. Your Uncle Anthony told Dad and I to take some time away and visit the family cabin. It was he and your cousin Tony's turn but Tony had come up with the idea that they give up their weekend for us. Mike, the cabin is very rustic. It does have running water from a well but no septic tank, being so close to the lake, so no indoor toilet. My mom and sister-in-law had never came out there. They didn't like roughing it whereas we guys didn't mind at all. We got there Friday afternoon. There must have been a storm at some point that past week because outside the place was a disaster. It took some time to get everything sorted out but once we did, we moved inside and spent some time making the beds, cleaning and straightening up in there. Once we were satisfied, I got the idea to race Dad to the lake. Now when I say lake, I called it that but it was really more like a large pond. Anyway, I opened the door and said, "Ready, set, go, and before he could figure out what was happening, I was off like a shot. I looked back as I ran toward the dock to make sure he was following... and he was. When I reached the dock, I shucked my boots one at a time, hopping on one foot and then the other, then dove off the end still fully clothed. Once I had emerged, there was another splash and Dad emerged from the water next to me. "That wasn't fair and you know it. You didn't give me enough notice of what you were planning." I chuckled and replied, "You're just sore because you lost." He splashed me and I splashed him back. We went at it like that for a little while, both of us laughing for the first time since before Mom had gotten sick. I suggested we get out of the water and into some dry clothes. As we walked back to the cabin carrying our boots, Dad suggested we get undressed and hang up our clothes outside so we wouldn't drip all over the floors. Once inside, we went to the dressers in our rooms but the drawers were empty! We met back out in the hall then went into the bathroom. There were no towels either! "What do you think happened to all the clothes and towels, Dad?" "I guess your uncle took them home to wash them and just didn't remember to tell us. No harm done. At least the beds are made." I agreed. Then I remembered we kept an old beach towel in the hall closet in case the roof leaked during a thunderstorm. I checked and it was still there on the shelf. I dried my hair then handed it to Dad. As he dried his hair, I watched his cock and balls swing back and forth. I got excited even though I knew I shouldn't. I walked back into the living room, sat down and placed a pillow over my lap. He asked if I was hungry and I had to admit that I was. He removed the bread and luncheon meat from the cooler and started making sandwiches. I joined him once my swollen cock had gone back down. We sat down at the small table and enjoyed our sandwiches, chips and juice. After clean-up, we retired to the couch, each of us had brought books to read. I lost track of time, as I always did when reading, and before I knew it Dad was saying it was time for bed. He got up, leaned over, kissed me on the forehead and said, "Good night." I wished him a good night also then got up myself and went to the other room. It always took me a little while to fall asleep the first night at the cabin and that night was no different. That's when I heard it, what sounded like crying. I got up and opened my door. It was louder and coming from my dad's room. I know I should have hesitated but I didn't. I opened his door and went to him. Without thinking, I pulled the covers back and climbed in behind him. I wrapped my arm around him as he continued to cry softly into his pillow. I said nothing, just held him as he had done for me so many times when I was younger. I stayed awake until he fell asleep. In the morning, I opened my eyes and Dad's eyes were staring back at me. "Morning, son. Thanks for last night." I smiled and said, "Anything for you, Dad." That made him smile. "I shouldn't have broken down like that." "it's no big deal, Dad." "Yeah, but I'm the dad. I'm supposed to be the strong one." "You're human, Dad, not made of stone. Give yourself a break." He smiled and asked, "Hungry?" he asked. "Always." He laughed and got up. "I have to take a leak," he announced. He went out to the outhouse as I got the juice boxes, granola bars and fruit from the cooler. I needed to take a leak too, so I went outside and as we were passing each other on the path, I stopped in front of him and gave him a hug. "I love you, Dad." He hugged me back and repeated the words back to me, "I love you too, son." When I got back, we sat down to eat breakfast and began to plan our day. We decided on a hike up to the ridge. We got dressed and headed out. Halfway through our climb, I was pretty sweaty so I took off my shirt and jammed it in my back pocket. Dad did the same. Once we reached the top, we took time to admire the view of the valley below. You could see a tiny black dot that was the lake but the cabin was hidden by trees. He placed his arm on my shoulder and gave me a little side hug. I put mine around his waist and did the same. We stood there, mesmerized for about fifteen or twenty minutes before we agreed to head back down. As soon as we reached the porch, I began to strip down and Dad knew what that meant. He tore off his clothes and we raced to the dock, flinging ourselves off the end and into the cool, clear water. I swam out a ways and he followed. Then we floated on our backs for a while. I looked over admiring the way the hair on his body clung to his skin in interesting patterns. His long, flaccid cock just lying on his stomach, begging to be sucked. My stomach growled, then his did too, so we swam back to the dock. We walked back to the cabin to eat lunch and used the single beach towel once again to dry off. After lunch, I suggested we lay out in the sun for a little while, soaking up the sun's golden rays. He brought a folding chair to sit in and I took the towel. I laid down on my stomach, the warmth of the sun hitting my lily-white ass for the very first time. After about fifteen minutes or so, Dad suggested I turn over or I'd burn. He reminded me we hadn't brought any aloe vera gel. I had to tell him I couldn't. "Why not?" "Well, the sun... and the warmth..." I couldn't finish my explanation. "Ohhh!" He leaned over and got really serious then added, "It's natural, son. It happens and it's nothing to be ashamed of, okay?" I nodded and turned over reluctantly. My boner was on full display to my Dad and I looked at him to see his reaction. He surprised me by saying, "Impressive, son!" I chuckled and gave a half-hearted, "thanks." Then he surprised me again by standing up and showing me his! I thought it might be longer and fatter than mine but I kind of wanted to make sure, so I stood up and got close enough to compare. I stood within a few inches of him and looked more closely. "I think yours is bigger, Dad." He looked as well and remarked, "I think they're about the same." I reached out, bringing them together to get an even better idea of just how close they might actually be in size. He didn't say anything. He just let me do my comparison. "I guess you're right," I conceded but didn't let go. I looked him in the eye and said, "You know... it'd be a shame to waste these magnificent erections." "What do you mean?" he asked with a quizzical look. "I mean," I started as I began stroking our dicks with my right hand, "I think we should jerk off... together." "Right here... out in the open?!" "Why not?! There's nobody around." I didn't stop stroking our cocks up and down and he wasn't trying to stop me, so I kept it up. His eyes closed slowly as he gave himself over to the pleasure building in his balls. I pinched his nipple hoping to heighten his pleasure. His breathing got faster as he held onto my shoulder for stability. I was getting turned on by watching him and knew I couldn't hold out much longer, but I also knew I had to... for him. He had to come first, so I concentrated on speeding up the motion of my hand flying over our now ultra-sensitive cock heads. His breath caught several times and I knew he was getting close so I told him, "Go for it, Dad. Let go." The first rope of creamy cum shot out of his slit as he let out a primal scream. "Ahhhhggghhh!" I let go too, adding my cum to his. "Fuuuuckkkk!" I grunted as I bucked and came and so did he. I kept it up until we were both spent and ready to collapse. When he was finally able to speak, he said, "Damn... that was intense!" I agreed with him as I laid my head on his shoulder taking the time I needed to recover. My hand was covered in cum and I was tempted to lick it off but I didn't want to freak him out, so I let go of our cocks, leaned down and wiped the cum off my hand with the towel. He whispered, "Let's go inside. I'm wiped out!" I smiled and said, "Sure, Dad. I could use a nap too." He slung his arm around my shoulder and we walked back to the cabin to retrieve our clothes. Neither one of us put them on, but we brought them inside, nonetheless. Dad went to his room and I to mine. I woke up about an hour later rested but a little hungry. I went into the kitchen and Dad was there eating an apple. I retrieved one from the cooler and sat down to eat it with him. He was quiet which concerned me a little. I didn't really know what to say to change the mood, so I said the first thing that came to mind, "Are you okay?" He stopped in midbite and looked at me, then after a brief pause said, "I'm not sure," he replied then took the bite. I simply had to respond, make it better somehow, "Dad, you know I love you and if what I did made you feel uncomfortable or weird, I'm sorry." I couldn't look at him I felt so bad. What if I had screwed up the only relationship I had left? He placed his hand on top of mine and squeezed it. "Look at me, son." I did, then he continued, "I love you too. I've just never done anything like that before and I kind of feel guilty for enjoying it so much. I never would have imagined that my own son could bring me such pleasure... and I just don't know what to do with that." I put my apple down and placed my free hand on top of his. "Please don't feel guilty for something that I did. You went along, but it's on me not you. It'll never happen again, Dad." He put his apple down and covered my other hand with his and said, "That's part of the problem... I want it to happen again even though I know it's not right." I assured him in the most excited way possible, "I want it to happen again too! So how can it be wrong when it felt so right?!" "My point exactly. What are we going to do?" Again, I spoke without thinking, "Who has to know? I mean what happens here is none of anyone's business, right? We're just two guys helping each other out, aren't we? What's wrong with that?" "I know you're right and in my heart I agree, but my head is screaming at me that I'm corrupting you." I couldn't help but chuckle and assure him, "If anyone did the corrupting it was me! I'm the bad influence. Perhaps you should punish me, Dad... maybe with a spanking?" He burst out laughing and replied, "How do I know that wouldn't turn you on too? Everything seems to these days." "Well, I am a teenager and we are horny pretty much 24/7." "I remember what it was like. Okay, here's the deal. Whatever happens here stays here. Deal?" I said, "Deal." And we shook hands on it. I got up then held my arms out. He got up and wrapped his arms around me, our naked bodies touching once again in a loving father/son embrace. After a few wonderful minutes of warm skin on skin, we sat back down and finished our apples. We moved to the couch and started reading the books we'd brought with us until it was time to eat dinner. Afterwards, we sat and read some more. It was comforting to have him so close and doing something so mundane as reading a book. After a while, Dad suggested we go to bed and just as I was about to go to my room, he touched my back and motioned for me to head into his room. I climbed in one side, he in the other. I rolled away from him, not wanting to make him uncomfortable, but he rolled toward me, wrapped his arm around me and pulled me up against him. I wished him a good night and he did the same to me. Needless to say I slept like a baby that night. The next morning I woke to a very hard cock between my thighs. I snuggled as close to him as I could and he got as close to me as he could. The next thing I heard was, "Morning, son." "Morning wood is more like it, Dad." "I can move it if you'd prefer." "I would actually... but not in the way you're thinking. Why don't you move it back and forth?" I suggested. "You sure?" he asked sounding quite unsure. "Very," I assured him. He started moving in and out and I pressed my thighs together as tightly as I could. It must have felt good because he sped up. I was about to take my cock in hand when he wrapped his around it and started beating me off to the rhythm he'd set. I went with it, "Yeah, Dad, fuck me. Fuck me good." He fucked faster and faster and just when I thought I'd blow, I heard him yell out, "Oh fuuuuck!" as I felt a whole lot of cream between my legs. I shot too, yelling, "Ah fuuuuck!" We both shook and jerked as our jizz left our cocks. Once we had both recovered enough to speak, Dad said, "Stay here." He got up and when he came back, he had a wet washcloth and a towel. He cleaned me up carefully as I watched with love in my eyes. He threw them on the floor and climbed back in behind me. "Thanks, Dad," was all I could think to say and he replied with, "Thank you, son." He hugged me tighter, then added, "I think we both needed that." I nodded and relaxed into him, never feeling more loved and secure than at that very moment. From then on, going to the cabin meant guilt-free sex with the one man who meant more to me than any other person in the whole world. That is until my son was born. (To be continued in Part 4)