Date: Mon, 6 Aug 2007 14:22:54 -0500 From: Ron Scholes Subject: Second submission, "A Family Affair," Part Two, Chapter three Then they kissed as only men in love can kiss. " Oh, my Son, I am here for you at all times and in all places forever", Nick's Dad's voice pledged to him, whispering softly into Nick's ear . The Two hunky men were now reveling in their lust. One the father, one the son, and each gambling their reputations would not be lost.. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter Three : (Continuing from Chapter One.) Bill pulled Nick to himself, placing his lips to Nick's, his mustache nuzzling at Nick's mustached upper lip, and kissed his boy. His Boy. Really His, Now, and Forever. "Oh Nicky," sighed Bill, "I want to share this with you forever." They lay silently, each thinking thoughts of last night, and of what had happened between them. Nick was thinking about his Dad, of how proud he was of him, of his admiration for his Father, remembering in his mind's eye how Dad had looked in his Police Department uniform, how well the uniform fit his Dad's strong, muscular body, that body he hadn't often seen in his 32 years. He pictured Dad in his uniform, remembering how often he had looked at the prominent bulge of the hidden genitals behind the fly of the trousers. He remembered how often he had watched his Dad dress for work, donning that dark blue uniform of the Police Force, strapping on the wide, black service belt that held the holster and pistol, handcuffs, and nightstick that were the tools of the trade, then pinning on that Gold shield, his badge, that marked his Dad distinctively. Then he tied on his black tie. God, he was a God in Nick's eyes. He was a remarkably handsome man. His strong jaw was slightly clefted, his dark brown mustache neatly trimmed, his steel-grey eyes alert, showing grin lines at the corners. Nick occasionally watched his Father take a piss after he had dressed for work; watched as his Dad's strong hand pulled down the zipper of his uniform trousers, reached in and extracted from the pouch of his briefs that rarely-seen penis, pulling the soft six-inch cock out to it's full length, letting it hang loose for a moment, then retracting the foreskin just enough to disclose the opening of the urethra that slit the bulbous end of his prick. Then he would let go of his penis and the urine at the same time. The dangling cock then drained his bladder. And his Father would sigh. Nick remembered how he had wanted to touch his Dad's cock, to feel it's size, to slide the loose skin back and forth along the soft shaft. He remembered this and more about his Father who lay naked next to him. All this he had wanted in the past. Now it was given to him. His Dad was now his. He opened his eyes to gaze at his Father's naked body laying next to him, admiring the rippled stomach, the handsome visage, the broad shoulders and muscular arms, showing the layering of dark hair, the massive pecs on Dad's chest, covered by the same dark hair. He gazed on down to Dad's crotch, looking at the soft, capped cock and hairy balls. Nick was happy. He lay back again, closer to his Father. He took Dad's hand, their fingers interlacing. His Dad squeezed his hand, a strong, manly squeeze. Bill was having his own thoughts. He was still amazed at what he and Nick had shared last night and this morning. That such a thing might happen, could be possible, had not come into his thoughts as he had prepared for their camping trip. But, all in all, he was very glad it had. It seemed both good and right to him. He lay savoring the experiences, recalling how naturally it had developed and then took place, remembering the feel of his Son's penis in his mouth, the loose, sliding foreskin, Nick's balls in his hand, the strong body of his son, and then, the feeling of his cock sliding into Nick's body as they made early-morning love. Yes, it had happened. Nick had given himself up to his Father's desires. Bill remembered it all, each detail, and savored it again. He squeezed his Son's hand again. They laid side by side, now naked, free, and in love with one another. After a while, they both began to stir, and got up from the sleeping bags in their tent to get ready for the rest of the day they were to spend together in the woods at Whitewater. Jason and Phil still slept like the dead, as only teenagers can sleep. The day was already bright, and the sun was warming the camp as they emerged from the tent. Nick had put his cut-off shorts from last night back on, noticing a small, stiff spot on the crotch. He didn't know if it was his own cum or his Dad's, but he was happy the evidence was there. He decided to think it was Dad's sperm, just like the load he now carried in his innards. He savored the thought as he left the tent, following his Father into the bright sunlight. Bill, too, had donned his shorts, preparing to make coffee and breakfast for his family. Nick went over to the latrine near the camp to pee. He thought again over the happenings of last night as he finished, his cock starting to stiffen again as the imaginings replayed in his mind. He shook off the last drops of urine, and playfully decided to leave his penis sticking out of his shorts as he left the latrine and headed back to his Dad. Bill saw Nick come out of the head, cock rampant before him, and smiled broadly at the sight of his Son and the evidence of his horniness . Nick saw Dad grinning at him and was glad he was enjoying the sight. Bill felt his own dick begin to stiffen again in his shorts at the sight of Nick, and he lightly groped his crotch as Nick walked towards him. He had not zipped up the fly, and his swelling penis slowly found the opening, extruding itself, little by little, into the cool air, the head beginning to become exposed as the foreskin retracted along his swelling shaft. As Nick reached his Father, Bill's prick had swollen to full rigidity, and Nick wordlessly went to his knees in front of his Dad and took Bill's cock into his mouth, swallowing the penis slowly but fully, into himself, wrapping his arms around his Dad's strong, firm hips and pulled him closer as his throat clamped down on the wonderful rigid shaft of his Father's cock, silently worshiping him. Bill forgot about the coffee and breakfast as he experienced the feeling of Nick's throat, tongue, and lips working over his penis, the delightful sensations that the blow-job was providing. He gave his cock fully to his wonderful Son and let him have his way. Nick thought only of the privilege of having his own Father as his lover, of Dad's marvelous masculinity, that he was possessing the perfection of Dad's penis while he sucked, tongued, and swallowed until Bill shot once more in an orgasm that gave up more hot bolts of sperm into Nick's willing mouth. Bill sighed a deep sigh as his penis shrank in Nick's mouth. He had done without sex for so long until last night, that he had forgotten how special it could be with someone he really loved. He pulled Nick up to his feet and strongly hugged him, then deeply kissed him, his tongue slightly entering Nick's mouth. He tasted the flavor of his own sperm that still lightly coated Nick's lips. Then he turned Nick around, his strong Pecs and abdominal muscles pressing into his Son's back, his limp penis pressed against the warm denim of Nick's cutoff shorts. He hugged his Son to himself again, and took Nick's hard, erect penis into his right hand, stroking the loose skin up and down, covering and uncovering the flaring, sensitive cockhead of his Son's manhood, jacking him off with a restrained urgency. Nick laid his head back against his Dad's neck and closed his eyes while Bill's hand stroked faster and faster. Bill watched Nick's cock in his hand while the head began to turn a dark purple and grow steadily larger. Bill's left hand roamed over Nick's chest and abdomen, feeling his son's rippled stomach, while he ministered to his Son's need. Then he reached into the fly of his Son's shorts and brought forth Nick's nut sack, and held the jewels caressingly. Nick felt the oncoming orgasm and began to softly murmur^Å^Å "Oh^Å Dad, Yes^Å.more, Dad, ^ÅOh Daddy^Å I'm Coming "^Å^Å.Then his cum shot out of his cock, arcing away from him, again and again, as Bill's hand continued the manipulations. Bill lightly squeezed his Son's testicles as Nick's orgasm subsided, his right hand getting covered with Nick's now oozing sperm. He savored the moment, feeling the slick stickiness of the semen on his Son's still rigid penis. Bill turned Nick around to face him and kissed his Son with passion and love. His long-suppressed sexuality had been rekindled by the sudden development of this new relationship with his Son, and Nick's hunky masculinity. They each knew that the future now held more for them together than the past had held for them alone. Lovers know. Chapter Four "Whoa, Boy I've got to make breakfast for our boys," Bill said as he heard Phil and Jason begin to awaken and stir in the tent.