Date: Wed, 1 Apr 2020 08:15:51 +0100
From: Bill Jonners <colin4men@gmail.com>
Subject: Father and Son Bonding 2

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FATHER AND SON BONDING

Chapter 2


"I'm happy that Joe seems to be thawing and allowing me to get closer,"
Callum said to himself as he ate lunch with his son. "Last night I thought
that might be impossible."

"This is good," smiled Joe as he tucked into the stir-fried meal he had
helped prepare.

Callum smiled back as he chewed and thought, "Joe should smile more
often. He's a very good-looking lad. If he was a few years older, I might
be chasing after him." Then he visibly jerked back. "What am I doing
thinking that? He's my son!"

"Something wrong?" Joe asked with a look of concern.

"No. I...erm, just remembered that I need to phone one of my clients
later," replied Callum. As Joe returned to his food, Callum relaxed a
little. "I need to be careful. I'll have to tell him sometime that I'm gay
but this is not the time."

"Do you have any food hates?" Callum asked.

"Not really," replied Joe. "Well, apart from liver and kidney. I eat most
things."

"That's something we agree on, although I do like liver p‰tŽ," smile
Callum. "It's good that I won't have to worry when I go food shopping."

"Our tastes in music are likely to be quite different," suggested Joe. "You
will be into bagpipes."

Callum laughed. "Bagpipe music is great at a distance but it's not
something I listen to at home. Actually I like quite a variety of music. My
CD collection includes classical, ballads, rock and pop."

"CD's? Of course, you're Mum's generation. I normally stream music onto my
phone," said Joe.

Callum shook his head and smiled. "You must think I'm ancient."

"No, of course not," said Joe. "We just do some things differently." He
paused and then asked, "How old are you?"

"Forty-one. Very old," replied Callum.

"Rubbish! You're in your prime," responded Joe. "You look very fit to me."

"Thanks. I try to look after myself," smiled Callum.

"I think you look great," said Joe.

Callum smiled and thought, "If I didn't know better, I'd almost think he
was flirting with me."

Joe meantime stared at his plate and asked himself, "Why did I say that? Is
it normal for a boy to tell his father he looks great?"

"What do you feel like doing this afternoon? I've got some drawings I need
to work on but I could postpone that until tomorrow if you want us to do
something together," Callum said to Joe.

"You took time off to show me around this morning," said Joe. "I'm happy to
read a book or go online this afternoon. I'd like to take a walk in the
garden and get some fresh air first though. It's a beautiful day." Then he
stood up and said, "I'll wash the dishes."

"Since you're doing chores, I guess that means I'll have to start giving
you pocket money," said Callum.

Joe laughed. "No, it's not necessary. The shops and cinemas are closed so I
can't go out and spend money."

"Don't you need money to download or buy stuff online?" Callum asked with a
smile.

"Oh yeah." Joe grinned.

"Well, come to me when you want to get something online and you can use my
credit card," said Callum.

"Thanks...Dad." Joe still felt a bit funny saying that word.

Callum poured himself another glass of water and watched Joe as he went
outside into the garden. "He's a good boy. Susan has brought him up well,"
he said to himself. He saw Joe bend over to examine the new growth in the
herb garden and thought, "Nice butt." Then he immediately felt guilty.


Out in the garden, Joe was beginning to feel happy with the situation. He
knew he'd soon miss seeing his mum and his grandparents but he'd hardly see
them anyway in London because of the restrictions. Same too with the guys
from school. With social distancing, he could easily have been limited to
chatting online and he could do that from here.

Joe looked towards the house and thought of his father. "He's not how I
imagined him. He's quite cool actually. And very handsome. It must be wrong
to fancy your dad but I can't help it." Joe peeked into the greenhouse and
looked at the trays of young seedlings. "It must get hot in there during
the summer. I wonder if Dad works topless. Shit! I must stop thinking about
him in that way." He walked towards the apple trees which were starting to
come into leaf. "Mum would love a garden like this," he said to himself. "I
hope she'll be okay."

At the bottom of the garden, Joe looked over the old dry-stone wall to the
farmer's field and some trees in the distance. He took a deep breath and
smiled. "The air is so clean and fresh up here. I love it." Then he turned
and walked back towards the house.

***


Joe spent the afternoon reading in his bedroom, only emerging once for some
water and to check that his father was still working at his desk. It felt
good to relax, although he did worry about his mother working long hours in
a busy hospital down in London.

There was a knock on the partly-open door and Callum poked his head
in. "I'm finished work for the day and I'm about to give the chickens
another feed. Would you like to come with me?"

Joe scrambled up from his bed with a smile on his face. "Yeah!"

"I like to feed them twice a day," Callum said. "Once in the morning when I
collect any eggs and then again around this time. They will scratch around
for worms and insects during the day."

Joe watched fascinated as the six hens ran around pecking at the pellets
and vegetable scraps Callum threw into the enclosure. "Can I feed them
sometimes?" he asked.

"Certainly. We can share all the jobs - even the boring ones like cleaning
and laundry," replied Callum. Joe screwed up his face at that suggestion
but he really didn't mind. He liked the prospect of being useful rather
than a burden on someone used to living alone.

As they washed their hands back indoors, Joe asked, "Do you have a
girlfriend?"

"No, there is nobody special in my life right now," said Callum. "Apart
from you, of course. What about you? Is there a girl back in London?"

"I have friends who are girls but not a girlfriend," was all that Joe
replied. "What's for dinner?"

The pair spent a pleasant evening preparing and cooking dinner together,
eating and then watching tv. After watching the late evening news, Joe
yawned and said, "I'm going off to bed now."

"Okay. Come and give your old dad a hug," smiled Callum.

As the pair hugged, both of them shared the same thought. It felt good.


In bed a short time later, Joe squeezed his erection as he recalled the
hug. "I really loved being held in his big strong arms," he said to himself
as he began to wank. "He's much taller than me, probably 190 cm (6ft 3in)
and muscular too. I wonder if he has a hairy chest. His arms are quite
hairy so it's possible." Joe closed his eyes and smiled as recalled how his
father smelled. "It would feel wonderful to have my naked body against his,
to kiss and cuddle him. Then slide down to hold and then suck his big
cock. He's big so his cock must be big." Joe tried to imagine what his
dad's cock might look like. He had of course seen many photos of men's
erect cocks on the internet but they differed quite a lot. He decided his
dad's was big, thick and uncut...and promptly erupted, sending masses of
cum over his chest and stomach. He smiled and decided to let the cum dry on
his body - something he'd never done at home in London.

Through in the living room, Callum was watching a political discussion on
tv. Well, he was looking towards the screen but his mind was on Joe. He
preferred young men as sexual partners but he'd never had one younger than
twenty. "Now I'm turned on by a boy who's not only under the legal age of
sixteen, he's my own son. It's so very wrong," he thought. "But it did feel
good holding him just now. No, take your mind off him. Go online and find
some porn!" And that is what he did.

***


Over the next few days, the pair settled into a routine. Joe would do some
schoolwork while his dad worked. They shared household chores and Joe
usually watched as his father cooked, learning and hoping he would get the
chance to cook soon. In the evenings they would watch tv or chat about
things they had done in the past as well as various other topics, simply
enjoying each other's company.

On Thursday morning Joe got up earlier than normal and bumped into his
father on the way to the bathroom. He apologised and stepped back, only to
groan softly at the sight of his father wearing nothing but a towel around
his waist.

"Sorry, son. Did I wake you?" Callum asked.

"Erm...um...no. I...um...just needed a pee," stammered Joe, trying not to
stare at the muscular, hairy chest right in front of him.

"Okay. I'm finished in the bathroom." Callum took in the sight of Joe in
t-shirt and boxer shorts, admiring his slim body and smooth legs.

"Erm...yeah." Finally Joe was able to move. "I'll shower and join you for
breakfast soon," he said as he entered the bathroom. He locked the door and
leaned against it. "He is so hot! What a body!" he thought. Then he looked
down and saw that he'd suddenly become erect. "Fuck! I hope he didn't see
that!" he said to himself.

Getting dressed in his bedroom, Callum smiled at the recollection of the
tent in Joe's boxers. "Probably just `morning wood.' It would be nice
though if I was responsible for it," he thought.

The encounter wasn't mentioned during breakfast. They cleaned up together
afterwards and then Callum said, "I need to go out food shopping and I
think it's best if you stay at home."

"I understand. We must follow the rules and only go to public places when
necessary," said Joe. "Will you be topping the car up with petrol as well?
If you do, wear gloves if you can. I read that service stations can be a
source of transmission. And wash your hands when you go into the
supermarket afterwards."

"Aye, okay," smiled Callum. "I'll be careful."

"You'd better be. I don't want to lose you again," Joe said as he gave his
dad a hug.

Callum his arms around the boy, enjoying the fresh smell of shampoo. He was
tempted to slide a hand down and cup Joe's bum but he resisted. Pulling
away, he looked into Joe's eyes and said, "You won't if I can help it. We
have spent too many years apart. Now is there anything special you'd like
me to buy?"

"Maybe some chocolate," smiled Joe.

***


The following morning Joe was awake early again. He assumed that his father
got up at the same time every day so he had set an alarm. Now he was
standing by the bedroom door listening to his father in the shower. "I
can't wait to see that hot body again!" he thought. Suddenly he remembered
that his father hadn't been carrying any clothing the day before. "He
probably sleeps naked," he said to himself before quickly pulling off his
t-shirt. He heard the shower being turned off, picked up a towel to hold in
front of his tented boxers and quietly stepped out into the hall.

Callum's eyes opened wide when he saw his topless son in front of
him. "Morning, Dad," smiled Joe, enjoying the look of surprise on the man's
face before dropping his gaze to the magnificent chest and then the bulge
in the towel at crotch level.

Callum's voice croaked and then he said, "Morning, son. You have a fit
body."

"Not as fit as yours," responded Joe. His eyes were drawn to the large
nipples on Callum's chest.

Neither wanted to move but eventually Callum recovered. "Don't take too
long in the shower," he said as he walked past his son.

Joe smiled and went into the bathroom. His boy-cock was leaking pre-cum and
he need a wank.

Callum was soon sitting on the edge of his bed, fighting against getting an
erection. "I shouldn't be turned on by my own son," he thought. "He is cute
though and he has a nicely-developed body for a boy of his age. Not an
ounce of fat on him and some definition is already there. Nice perky tits
too." Finally Callum got moving again and was soon adjusting his semi-hard
cock into a pair of tight boxer-briefs.


"Fancy poached egg on toast for breakfast? The hens gave me four lovely
eggs this morning," Callum said when Joe appeared in the kitchen.

"That would be great, thanks," replied Joe. "Will you show me how to
collect the eggs tomorrow so that I can do it sometimes?"

"Of course, I can," smiled Callum. "I'll show you how to wash them
too. Hens can sometimes leave them dirty and we can't afford to take
chances with contamination in these lockdown days. Right?"

"Yes, Dad. Clean eggs and clean hands," smiled Joe.

"Good," said Callum. "What's the study plan for today?"

"French first and then history, I think," Joe answered. "I have a mock exam
for English Literature that I want to attempt this afternoon."

"I'm pleased you're taking home study seriously and it's good to have a
routine," Callum said. "I might not be able to help much if you have a
problem but I'll do my best."

"Thanks. The school said they hoped to put some stuff online so I'll check
the website later," said Joe. "Don't you think we should set up an exercise
routine as well? We can't just sit in the house all day."

"Good idea!" Callum said. "We could easily go for a run in the fields
nearby. How about starting later this afternoon? Say a couple of kilometres
to begin with?

"Sounds good to me. The hills will make it tougher than the flat ground at
home," said Joe.

"Fine. If you will do the dishes, I'll water and check the plants in the
greenhouse before I start work, and then we'll meet up for lunch around
12.30." Callum ruffled Joe's hair and set off for the garden.

"Normally I hate people touching my hair but I quite like it when he
touches it," Joe thought. Then he smiled and told himself that he was
crazy.

***


The day went well and both father and son felt they had been
productive. About 4.30pm Joe put away his books. "I'm going to get changed
into my running gear. Will you be finished work soon?"

"Just two more minutes and then I'll get changed too," replied Callum.

Joe was stretching and warming up outside the house when Callum found
him. He took a deep intake of breath at the sight of the teen in a running
vest and very short shorts. "Gorgeous!" he said to himself, and then he
immediately regretted having such a thought about his son.

When he turned and saw his father, Joe let out an audible gasp. The sight
of the man in shorts and a baggy sleeveless top was a delicious shock. He
now knew for certain that father had a hairy chest and he was happy for a
glimpse of the muscular, hairy thighs.

"Am I so frightening?" smiled Callum. He stretched as he spoke.

Joe let out a short laugh. "No, you just took me by surprise."

Callum jogged on the spot for a few moments and then said, "Follow me."

Little was said on the run but they both enjoyed it. Despite the cool
weather, both were sweating slightly when they returned. "You can shower
first but don't take too long," Callum told Joe, whipping off his top to
reveal his shining torso.

Joe couldn't help looking and then thinking he'd like to lick his dad's
chest but he nodded and hurried into the bathroom. His cock was stiff when
he entered the shower but he resisted the urge to masturbate. "Later, when
I can take more time," he told himself. He hadn't taken clean clothes into
the bathroom so he left with a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Looking good, boy," smiled Callum who just happened to be standing
outside.

Joe blushed slightly but then smiled and said, "You look much better than
me." He quickly went into his bedroom, leaving Callum slightly bemused.

Moments later, while soaping his body in the shower, Callum wondered if Joe
could possibly find him attractive. Then he dismissed the idea. "He just
admires my muscles. There's no way he could fancy someone of my age, even
if he is gay."

***


Later that evening they were watching a drama on tv when a gay character
appeared. Joe looked out of the corner of his eye to see his dad's
reaction. There was no sign that his dad thought anything bad and Joe was
relieved. Later in the drama two men shared a kiss and both father and son
stared at the screen without making a comment, both wondering how the other
felt seeing that.

When the show ended, Callum said, "I enjoyed that. Fancy a cup of tea?"

"No thanks, Dad. Erm, can I tell you something?" Joe said nervously.

"Of course, Joe. You can tell me anything," replied Callum.

Joe gulped and turned slightly to face his father. "I am gay."

"Oh? Your mum didn't tell me," said Callum. He wasn't sure what else to say
at that point.

"She doesn't know. Well, at least I haven't told her," said Joe. "You don't
mind?"

"Why should I mind? You're my son so I love you whether you're gay,
straight or something in between," replied Callum. He saw tears in his
son's eyes and pulled him in for a hug. A few moments later he said, "I
suppose I should let you know that I'm gay too. That's why your mum and I
split up."

Joe pulled away and looked into Callum's eyes. "Really?"

Callum nodded. "And that is why I didn't fight for joint custody. In those
days, there was no way a court would have allowed that with me being gay."
He took Joe's hand and continued. "Your mum and I had a long talk and,
although she knew how much I loved you, she insisted that I stay away from
you until you were older. It wasn't easy but I agreed."

"Why didn't she tell me when she was sending me to live with you for weeks,
possibly months?" Joe asked.

"She didn't think it was necessary," said Callum. "When she phoned me, she
asked if was seeing anyone and when I said no, she said that would make it
easier for me and that she didn't think you were ready to know about my
sexuality. Perhaps she thought you would refuse to live with me if you
knew."

Joe shook his head. "She might not know I'm gay but I thought she knew I
don't have any prejudices." He paused and then said, "We are okay then? We
don't have to hide things from each other."

"We are okay. No secrets," Callum said, pulling Joe in for another
hug. "Except for the fact that I am increasingly attracted to you," he
thought.

Joe wondered if he should tell his dad more about his feelings for him but
decided that was one secret he had to keep.

No more was said about the matter that evening but both enjoyed their
goodnight hug.

***


Joe slept late the next morning, having wanked off twice before going to
sleep. He had been very aroused knowing that his father was gay, even if he
was off limits.

"Hello sleepyhead," Callum called out when Joe entered the kitchen. "I've
already finished my breakfast."

"Sorry, I...um, it took me a while to get to sleep last night," responded
Joe.

"Lots to think about after the big revelations last night, eh?" suggested
Callum. "I was thinking about it too and it won't change anything, other
than the fact we can now talk about being gay."

Joe nodded. "That's cool. Can I have corn flakes this morning?" He wasn't
ready talk about the subject so early in the day.

Later, over lunch, Joe was curious to know more about his father. "Why did
you marry Mum if you're gay?"

"I suppose I was in self-denial. Being gay wasn't as acceptable 17 years
ago as it is today and I tried to ignore my attraction to men," Callum
began. "I met and fell in love with your mother so we got married. The sex
was okay - not great - but then you came along and I was very
happy. However as time passed I knew I was living a lie and I came out to
your mother. She was shocked and angry but eventually agreed that we should
get divorced. That came as a relief to me but then I had to give up seeing
you."

"Did you find a boyfriend easily?" Joe asked.

"No. Well, I wasn't looking for a serious relationship at first," replied
Callum. "I had a few brief affairs in London and then I moved back here. As
you can imagine, it isn't easy to meet other gay men in a small,
conservative town. And finding someone special has proved to be
impossible. There have been a few guys but none of them lasted."

"That's a shame. Did you think about moving to a bigger city?" Joe
responded.

"I did but by that time I had built up a good business here," replied
Callum. "I didn't want to risk not being able to support you, plus I really
liked living on the edge of the countryside here." Joe squeezed his
father's hand to show support. "Anyway, that's enough about me. Do you have
a special boy back in London?"

Joe smiled. "No. There hasn't been anyone so far. Perhaps when I'm a bit
older."

"Aye. A cute guy like you will be fighting them off." Callum smiled and
stood up. "Now it's time to get back to work. I need to phone the local
council's planning department."

Joe returned to his studies but he found it hard to concentrate. He could
hear his father talking on the phone and decided to take a peek into his
bedroom. It was a fairly ordinary bedroom with a king-size bed and no
pictures on the wall to indicate it belonged to a gay man. "I suppose he
would have taken any erotic pictures down before my arrival," Joe said to
himself. Then he spotted a laundry basket. Lifting the lid, he saw a pair
of briefs. He picked them up and sniffed the crotch.

"Joe!" A call from the living room disturbed his thoughts. He quickly
dropped the briefs back into the laundry basket and hurried through to the
living room.

Callum was putting a jacket on. "I need to drop some stuff into the council
offices. I won't be gone long," he told Joe.

"Okay, Dad. I will get back to my book," said Joe. He actually had
something else in mind.




To be continued