Date: Sat, 31 Jul 2010 16:01:33 -0700 From: DJ Subject: Father and Son Byrne, Ch 4 Brian pushed himself off his son, stretched, noticed the sun setting through the window. "How `bout a swim before dinner, son? I made us a reservation at Sweet Basil." His eye showed a gleam and the edges of his mouth couldn't help but turn up. Sweet Basil, a well known Vail, CO restaurant was a couple hours' drive from the cabin, and Brian knew that he and Ciaran could use the drive time for some much needed discussion about their lives, changes, and ... He reached down his hand and pulled Ciaran up from the couch. Ciaran came into his father's embrace, arms on Brian's shoulders, looking slightly down to meet Brian's gaze. Faces half an inch apart, bodies touching all along their lengths, Ciaran said, "That's a long drive for dinner. What's up, dad?" He began kissing Brian lightly, nibbling the full lips, teasing. "Geezus, you make me so hot, son," Brian said with a hint of regret. More will be revealed...as we drive and at dinner. C'mon, C, I need to swim for an hour or so." The sun turned the pool into deep turquoise, and Brian was first to break the calm waters. He dove, sensing his son at his heel, and felt Ciaran's strength abreast of him, then pulling ahead in three strokes. Not wanting to compete, rather to regain his center, Brian sought the Zen of the water, getting into that zone of breath and controlled motion. As he swam, Brian thought of the picture he drew and about how he would talk with Ciaran about his desires. Would his son understand? He suspected so. Would he still respect his father and, most worrisome to Brian, would Ciaran be interested in that which was on Brian's mind? Brian knew that he'd raised a young man who was very accepting of others. But, could he accept his father's dawning awareness that he wanted to be taken by his son? Brian played all of the mental games that he would counsel Ciaran to do were the tables turned. As his powerful arms cut through the water, he was reasonably sure that C would accept his desire to at least be versatile in their love-making. But, letting his son know that he more and more saw himself as a sexual bottom -- that was just a damned hard thing for Brian to accept in himself, and therefore, his vision was clouded. As he worked through his last few laps, Brian resolved to let it go, to trust his son. He stretched a bit in the water, and jumped on the deck and watched Ciaran swim. Just a few seconds watching Ciaran's powerful shoulders and back coming out of the water had the predictable response, and Brian leaned back and began stroking himself. He thought again of the picture, having drawn Ciaran at his back fisting his cock into Brian's more than willing ass. Brian was looking over his shoulder at Ciaran. The look in Ciaran's eyes in the drawing was the look that Brian fervently hoped to see -- power, intention, and ownership. He wanted to feel his son's need to dominate him, and he wanted to feel himself give over in whatever ways Ciaran might want. Lost in the vision of his drawing, Brian came back to the present when Ciaran swam up and in one fluid move, pulled himself up and came down with his mouth encasing Brian's throbbing meat. Ciaran balanced himself on his hands on the sides of the pool deck, raising and lowering himself vertically, taking Brian's cock all the way down his throat with each pass. Ciaran's muscles bulged rigidly, igniting Brian further. As though having read the text of Brian's recent fantasy, Brian jumped out of the pool handing his dad up. The sight of Ciaran's engorged dick made Brian's knees weak. Ciaran sprinted into the gym and came back out with towels and lube. He put the towels down in the grass off the deck and said huskily, "On your back, please, daddy." Brian's heart was screaming in his chest. Afraid to say anything, he complied, lying on his back, arms clasped behind his head. "You're so hot, dad, I have to have you." Brian continued his silence, watched his son. Ciaran knelt between Brian's legs, unsure what to do next, it appeared. His eyes sought his dad's. Brian held his gaze and gave Ciaran the slightest hint of a smile. Ciaran spread his father's knees, and grabbed one more towel that he'd rolled. "Lift up, dad," he instructed. At Ciaran's command, Brian moaned, a raw, animal sound that made Ciaran stop. "Daddy?" he quietly inquired. "You want this. I know you do. I -- I need it, daddy, I need you -- like this." Brian began to cry silently. Ciaran saw the tears, and he didn't stop. To the contrary, he said, "Yes, daddy, let it go. Give me all of you." Ciaran buried his head in Brian's cock and balls, licking his way below. "Spread and hold your legs, dad, as wide as you can." The tone of Ciaran's voice was stronger. Brian complied and Ciaran could feel his dad's belly quivering as he continued to cry. Ciaran's tongue began laving Brian's tight asshole. Ciaran took long licks across the anus and then zeroed in with the tip of his tongue. Brian became more vocal, moans, babbles. Ciaran focused on opening Brian, and became more and more aggressive as his father's hunger drew him along. Ciaran tongue-fucked Brian as deeply as he could, savoring the taste, his father's musk, the straining of Brian's muscles. Ciaran's cock was so hard and dripping so much precum, C couldn't wait any longer. He knelt up, opened the lube, pushing lube liberally into Brian's anus. Every time his fingers entered Brian, Brian's body spasmed and he bore down hard on C's fingers. Finally, Ciaran replaced his fingers with the thick oozing round deep purple head of his nine inch unit. "I'm going to fuck you now, daddy." He leaned into Brian's ass slowly. He could feel his father's sphincter opening for him, eagerly taking his girth. "I'm going to give you what you need, what we both need. I love you, dad." As the head of Ciaran's cock popped inside him, Brian moaned, "FUCK!" "Oh yea, dad, you are so TIGHT! Jesus, I have to have more of you!" Ciaran continued to push himself inside Brian, making shallow thrusts, each going deeper. He grabbed Brian's legs and put them on his shoulders. He buried himself in Brian's ass, balls deep. He stayed there for a moment. Brian felt Ciaran's phallus throbbing in him and was overwhelmed with emotion and physical sensation. Still crying, he sobbed out, "Take me, son, PLEASE FUCK ME HARD!" Ciaran moaned and withdrew, saying, "I want you on your knees, daddy. C'mon, turn over for me." Brian did as his son instructed, and with a sense of prescience, turned his head over his shoulder to look at Ciaran. There it was, so much more vibrant in color and real time: the intensity, the heat, the love, the proprietary ownership, writ large on his son's face. Brian's hair stood up on his body, so eerie to experience that for which he'd longed, and so much more powerful than he'd dare hope. Ciaran ran his hands all over Brian's ass, then he pulled Brian up against him and hugged him hard. He said into Brian's ear, "This is us, too, daddy. It doesn't have to be one way or the other. We both need this, too. I love you. Now I'm going to fuck the living daylights out of you. I want to hear you screaming my name, and I'm gonna fill you with my spunk, so get ready!" "Give it to me, son, goddamnit, nail my ass! Come on, Ciaran, make me YOURS!" As Brian encouraged him, Ciaran slid back inside his dad, all the way down. He held his dad's hips and began long, hard, fast strokes. He didn't believe he'd last very long, but he wanted to make it good for Brian. He started slapping his dad's back, just to see how Brian would respond. Between slaps, Ciaran pinched the skin on Brian's neck, pulled his hair, and just kept trying to add sensations as he plowed into Brian's ass. Every time he touched Brian, as soon as he amped up the touch into the painful arena, Brian moaned and yelled, "YES!" Ciaran bent over and bit Brian's back, not hard enough to break skin but pretty hard. Brian began mumbling "Holy shit fuck goddamn, yes, so good, that's it, hurt me, son, fuck me and HURT ME!" His dad's hunger and need and his responses allowed Ciaran just a tick of distraction so he was able to continue fucking the near punishingly tight ass, staving off a quick end. He reached around and began punishing Brian's nipples as he fucked and bit Brian's back at the same time. Ciaran felt like an animal rutting, breeding. "You like when I breed you, daddy? Daddy likes to be hurt, does he?" Ciaran taunted. "Fuck yes, son, it's so good," Brian gasped. "You gonna be my little bitch and take my seed up your boy cunt, daddy?" "Jesus, YES, son, use my boy cunt for your pleasure. Breed me like the little bitch I am!" Ciaran leaned back on his knees and reached under him and grabbed Brian's balls. He slowly began exerting pressure on them, squeezing and pulling. Brian began screaming, jumping around under Ciaran, who didn't stop. "PLEASE SON, I'M GOING TO CUM MAY I CUM? I NEED TO CUM!" "NO! DADDY, NOT UNTIL I'M READY!" He pulled harder and fucked with every ounce of strength he had left. He laid against Brian's back again and bit him and felt the white hot jizz just begin to shoot from his fully flared dick. "NOW, DADDY! CUM NOW! CUM WITH ME!!" Ciaran filled his father with his seed, jet after jet as Brian let go his own wild hot offering. Ciaran held Brian's cock, feeling the jets of thick goo, smearing it over Brian's cockhead. Ciaran brought a large dollop to his mouth, savoring it. Brian collapsed beneath Ciaran, and C went down just to the side of him. He rolled his father to him and they held one another fast, Brian still overcome with emotion. Ciaran wrapped himself around his father, reeling from the power of their exchange, wanting more than anything to make sure Brian was okay, and to restore equilibrium between them. "I love you, dad. You're the best father ever. I love you as my dad and as my lover and as my friend. I never want to be away from you. You're so good. I'm so proud to be your son." He went on and on, kissing his dad's head, rocking them, then pulling his dad into a kiss. Brian tasted the remnants of his own release, and felt his spent phallus pulse at being fed his own cum. Like Ciaran, he felt edgy and needed to get back on familiar footing. He held his son's face in his hands, and said, "You're incredible, son. I love you more than life. I had no idea...how'd you know?" Ciaran said, "I didn't, dad, I mean, I didn't know about the pain thing. I saw the picture before you covered it, and I also had been thinking about the same thing, but I didn't know how to bring it up. I've wanted to be inside you pretty much as long as I've wanted you, dad. Not every single time, but a lot of the time. I guess I just got wired this way. I don't know!" "Shh, C, it's okay. We're both on a fast track of self-discovery here, aren't we? Why don't we make a pact, that when big stuff comes up that has to do with the dynamics between us, let's get to that stuff right away and not bottle it up? Not that this wasn't the most incredible sexual experience of my life, because it was, but I nearly drove myself crazy convincing myself you would freak out if I told you I wanted you to top me. It would have been a lot less stressful if I'd been able to talk with you sooner. Still," Brian said with a gleam in his eye, "that whole pain thing? Whodda thunk? I'm going to have to spend some time figuring that out." Ciaran twisted one of Brian's nipples and held it as he looked into his dad's eyes. He then glanced at Brian's cock, which was already inflating. "I don't know that there's much to figure out, dad. You just like it, obviously! THAT will just be too much fun! I can't WAIT to expoit this little piece of knowledge." Ciaran kissed Brian and ended the kiss by biting Brian's lower lip and holding on to it, which made Brian moan loudly. Ciaran broke the kiss laughing and Brian was chagrined by his body's obvious interest. "Holy crap, C, you've opened Pandora's box, I think. Aren't I too old for all of this new discovery business? Jesus." Brian wrestled Ciaran off him and stood somewhat tentatively. "Holy shit, dad, I think we need to wash your back and see if I broke skin anywhere. You are going to have several bruises, I think." "Ahem, and the fact that my cock gets harder at the notion of your having marked me, y'think that means that I'm a masochist with submissive leanings?" Ciaran stopped in his tracks and stared at Brian. Without missing a beat, he said, seriously, "Absolutely. And, clearly, I am a Dominant Sadist." Brian burst out laughing and soon his son joined in. "Freaks. We're incestuous freaks. Absolutely awesome. Aren't you taking me to dinner tonight so that you can make some big confession? We're better hurry, don't want to be late, eh, dad?" "You are an evil child, Ciaran McLeod Byrne. I think now we will just enjoy a relaxed dinner and perhaps...perhaps we will talk about YOUR recent decision about school and swimming, eh?" "And you are an evil man, Brian McLoughlin Byrne. I love you, dad." "I love you, too, son, even if you did bruise and chew me all the hell up." Brian raced upstairs at that, his son hot on his heels.