Date: Sun, 29 Aug 2010 21:09:18 -0700 From: DJ Subject: Father and Son Byrne (gay, father/son, anal) Ch 5 *Father Son Byrne Ch 5* Dear Readers: This chapter includes a LOT of talking between Brian and Ciaran, because each of them really wants to understand more about the other's thoughts and feelings. Yea, I know, it's not all sex. Skip ahead if it's too tedious. Thanks for reading. ~DJ Brian slipped behind the wheel of the XJ, feeling the familiar softness of the leather, the balance of the wheel. He breathed in the thin, crisp Colorado air, and tried to ground himself in the familiar. Ciaran walked toward him in grey slacks and a black silk short sleeved shirt that unapologetically showed the results of every hour of training he did: broad, powerful shoulders, slim hips, powerful thighs. "Hey, son, turn around a second," Brian hollered out the passenger window. "Huh?" Ciaran asked, feigning exasperation. "Turn around!" Ciaran executed a slow turn, looking over his shoulder at Brian and wiggling his butt. He said, in his best southern drawl, *"Why Suh, you wouldn't be lustin' after yo' son now, would ya?" * Brian hooted a laugh and said, "*Well, yes, indeedy, Ah am. Mah son is one sexy stud, and Ah jes needed to look at his hot ass. Thank you kindly, yungun, fuh indulgin' mah need*. Now, get in this car, you sassy punk or I will leave without you!" Ciaran got to the door and stopped, turning slowly on his heel. He walked to the driver's side and leaned down and grabbed Brian's head. Man on man, they kissed fiercely. Ciaran said, "Do you realize that this is our first date, dad? And, thank you for the compliment earlier, implied and teased though it was. You look hot, too." "C'mon, stud, let's get going. Get in, please." Ciaran slid in next to his dad, noting his dark green short-sleeved sweater and tan slacks, no socks and loafers. Like his son, Brian's clothes showed his assets to a T. "Fuck, dad, you are just hot. I always had a hard time keeping my woody under wraps looking at you, but now that I can do more than look, it's impossible." Brian gazed at his son's lap and sure enough, Ciaran wasn't kidding. Brian pulled out of the garage and onto the parkway that led to the road, a smile cracking his face. Ciaran queued up music and the car was filled with sound. Chris Cornell's voice boomed from his Audio Slave incarnation. Brian said, "Crap, Ciaran, that music is too sexy. Can't you find something more boring?" Ciaran cracked up laughing. "Houston, we have a problem. How will the Byrne men ever safely navigate their mountainous terrain? Or, will they? Perhaps they are destined to become hermits, fucking one another to death." Soon they were both howling, which helped dissipate the sexual tension. Brian tried again, "Seriously, Ciaran, I imagine that maybe at some point we'll be able to see one another without -- err obvious signs of excitement -- but we may as well just accept the reality. That may be awhile. Until then, maybe we need to try gangsta wear for awhile. REALLY long, huge tshirts." More laughter as Brian skillfully navigated the windy terrain between Basalt and Vail. "Son, will you tell me about when you began feeling the feelings you have for me? I'd really like to understand more about that. I will do my best to unpack the layers of my own feelings, and talk to you about them. Time for us to get this stuff out in the open." "Sure, dad, I can do that. But first, I just want to say seriously how fucking good looking you are. I always thought that you were handsome, daddy, but especially these past few years, since your hair has gotten that steely gray thing happening, and you still keep it long enough to show those curls. Your eyes, those witchy eyes, alone can stop traffic. Then, when you increased your weight resistance and added some bulk, dad, every damned time you wore a tight shirt, your nipples and your pecs just drove me CRAZY. You are the most handsome man I know, dad. And, your daddy cock is the fucking coolest tool on this planet. And, when you kiss me? The way that we kiss together, dad, why is that so much better than any girl I've ever kissed? Does it feel like that for you, too? So much better? Or, is it just because it's you and me?" Brian reached over and squeezed Ciaran's shoulder. "First, thanks for the compliments. Second, you do realize that our eyes are the exact same color, right? Third, thanks for not having grown up a taciturn man. Your mom was hell bent that ours would not be the sort of manly style that kept things close to our chests. I fought her for years, all that laying myself bare and talking about freakin' feelings. Bless her stubborn Irish head, she was right. It made me a better person when I got over myself and unbottled stuff, and you grew up with an open, easy disposition for which I've always been so grateful. And, especially now, when it seems that we have a LOT of talking ahead of us, I'm just glad that we can, with relative ease. As to your compliments, we are of a mind, son. I look at you and I just cannot believe how handsome you are. That sandy hair, the way it falls in your eye, your straight nose, strong jaw, and all the lines and angles of your beautiful body, son. You just blow me away. I used to marvel at you when you were little, and then as you got older, son, you just get more amazing looking every damned day. "To your question, Ciaran, yea, I agree with you. Kissing you is otherworldly fabulous. For many years, I was deeply in love with your mother. She was the only person I every really did love. I had a couple of lovers before Aisling and I became close, and I had a very very close friend, a boy, growing up, but your mom is the only person until you with whom I really shared what I'd consider a deep connection. Until the first time you and I kissed, I always thought that what existed between your mom and me was really terrific. And, it was. But, by comparison, Ciaran? Well, hell, there is just no way to compare. It's the difference between O'Fortuna and fa la la!" Ciaran raised his left eyebrow at Brian's analogy. "So, you're saying that there's a lot more going on when you kiss your gorgeous hunk of a son, eh? Do you mean inside you, between us, or what?" "I mean the whole package, C. First, the feel of your lips, those lush full lips, sorta like your mom's – but even softer and fuller, and MALE. Then, and this is the biggest piece, I think, when our mouths connect, they just instinctively know what to do with one another. I never taught you to kiss, and I can't imagine that you could have learned watching me, but we kiss the same. We share a rhythm, and that rhythm is complex, multilayered, and harmonically perfect. Your mom and I never had that synchronicity when we kissed. Or when we made love, for that matter. But, this isn't really all about comparisons, Ciaran. It's about the depth of feelings that being with you evokes inside of me. And, it's about your maleness, of course. And something in me that responds to your maleness. "Also, from the moment you were born, son, I'd look at you and just try to get my head around the fact that I helped to CREATE you. As you grew, and I could see so much of myself inside you, I continued to marvel – I still do – at the miracle of having a son. Every triumph, every challenge, I watched you learn to navigate your life and to do so with the absolute wonder you have brought to your life. "As you accrued knowledge, experience, pose, confidence, competence, pain, I watched you integrate your lessons. Every time you learned something, that learning struck a chord inside me, Ciaran. I felt so full for being able to witness your unfolding life. And, the moment just a bit more than a month ago on the deck when I finally felt your presence in a new way, when we both knew the truth between us, it was as though each of those chords became it's own symphony that only you and I know, can hear, and can play. That STUFF that makes us both human, all of it, DNA, gut, sensibilities, how we look, who we are, is so powerful when we come together, as to be simply addictive, intoxicating, rapturously joyous. And, the thing between us today, my need to step out of the dominant role and your need to step in to it? That's an entirely new dimension for consideration. We're REALLY standing at the starting line with all of that. "It's all so big, Ciaran. In some ways, I am stunned that I didn't get all of this long before now. And, I'm grateful, because any sooner would have been disruptive in not good ways. As it is, we will certainly have challenges, especially with your mother, and especially until you are 21, when we'll be able to openly at least be in the company of men in a broader variety of social situations. "Son, I want to get this right – everything -- with you. I could get so stressed out about that, because you know that I'm a perfectionist. But, instead, I'm just going to feel all of this amazing stuff and trust that we're both going to know our own wisdom about what comes next. I love you more than I ever knew was possible, Ciaran. Whew, that was a very long- winded speech. And, all you did was ask about kissing. Now, your turn. Please tell me about the years when you lusted for me. Why didn't you tell me sooner, son? And, when did you know, C?" Ciaran's eyes glistened as Brian was quiet. He took his father's hand, laced his fingers in his own, held the hand in his lap, looking down at it, collecting himself. "Your first question is pretty easy, and you sort of answered it when you said that you hope we will both know our own wisdom. As frustrated as I was, dad, I trusted that I'd know the right time. Up until just this year, I wasn't really sexual enough to put a context around the feelings I have always had for you. Since school started last year, there was more pressure all around me about sex. That pressure finally penetrated my focused little kid's life and got inside me. Then, I started thinking about ways that I could let you know. I never came up with a plan. I just knew that morning that the time had come. So, I guess I was lucky in a major way. We just got there at the same time. "But, when I think about when I knew, it depends on what layer of awareness you mean. When I was little, I remember that I always wanted you to change my diaper, my clothes, to give me a bath. I love mom, but I LOVED having you touch me. I never thought anything about that. It just was. One time when I had a nightmare, I guess I was eleven, I woke up screaming and you woke me holding me and rocking me. I looked up at you when I came to and wanted to kiss you like I'd seen you kissing mom. Then, when I started popping woodies regularly, I knew that I always wanted to see yours, too. See, just little things, daddy, for the longest time. And, always, I wanted to hang out with you. More than with any friend. I loved our time alone together. "When I learned about father-son incest, it was from a really negative perspective. I had a friend whose father raped him. I was going to tell but before I could, my friend's mother shot her husband. Remember that abuse case when I was in the 9th grade? My friend, Paulie, never told anyone but me the reason why his mom shot his dad. She didn't go to jail because the guy had a long history of physical abuse against both of them, and she was acquitted. That was the reason, though. That whole thing made me think about a father having sex with his son, dad, and even though ours was nothing the same, the concept was then in my mind. It's so weird that such a horrible thing made me start thinking in a more conscious way about incest. "But, the thing is, daddy, I don't know whether I love you BECAUSE you're my father, or regardless of the fact that you are. I just know that when I realized I have zero interest in women sexually, I started paying more attention to men and boys. And, all roads led back to you, dad. For me, you're just the one. I don't really need to analyze more than that. I could be really afraid because you are the only one for me. That's a vulnerable place. If you rejected me, I was going to be in a world of hurt. The same would be true at any point along the way. But, I also know that you raised me to be strong and resilient. And, in my deepest insides, I really believed that you loved me like this, too. I was just pretty sure you didn't know it yet. I don't know if you will be my only-for-all-my-life, daddy, but I do know that at this point, I can't see beyond you. You are all I see. You and me. Always." Brian had turned the music down as they talked and as Ciaran grew quiet, he told the Jag to turn up the CD. They both laughed as strains of Orff's cantata, *Carmina Burana*, the first movement's big swelling lyric poem, *O'Fortuna, *filled the car. "You know, it's beautiful, haunting and compelling, but it's a cynic decrying fate. Hardly appropriate. I think Chris Cornell's sexy baritone is more appropriate," Ciaran cockily observed. "Ah, I see. So, because we are currently in perpetual rut, we must needs listen only music that keeps us further agitated? Ciaran, do you REALLY think that is good for our health?" Ciaran unclasped his father's hand and felt Brian's lap, finding his father's endowment flaccid. "Harumph! A limp daddy cock! OBVIOUSLY, we need SOMETHING to inspire you, pops! Lemme think, I guess that I could maybe get creative..." Ciaran leaned over to Brian's lap, quickly unzipping Brian's trousers. Noting that his father opted for safety of exposure much as he had, foregoing underwear for a snug jockstrap, he fished Brian's cock out and in a couple of seconds, Brian found himself having to pull off the road. "Phone!" he told the smart car. "Sweet Basil's," he gasped. "Good evening, this is Brian Byrne. I need to push back my reservation. Yes, 9 p.m. would be great. Thanks." Ciaran moaned and slurped. He took a deep breath then pushed his way down, down, down, taking the entire length of his father's staff down his throat. "Holy FUCK, son! You keep that up and I'll blow!" Ciaran's hungry moan was enough for Brian and he let go. Ciaran felt the hot deposit down his gullet and held on until Brian stopped pulsing, then kissed his way up and shared Brian's gift with his dad in a lusty kiss. "Jesus Christ, Ciaran, are you CERTAIN you are not trying to kill me?" "Ooh, daddy, I am most certainly NOT trying to do anything other than love you. Speaking of which, now that you've clearly given your blessings to a mid-cruise liaison, find someplace to park, because," guiding Brian's hand to the throbbing and very prominent pouch in his trousers, "I need another go at your ass, dad." Brian leaned back in the driver's seat, closed his eyes, fondled Ciaran's cock, and moaned. In his mind, the image of what would soon come to pass made his belly quiver. "With just those words from you, Ciaran, my belly is trembling. Something really primal – something new and raw inside me – needs that, needs you to take me again. It is a little scary, son, and we need to talk about this, but right now, you're right. We need to make that happen. Except, C, I need for you to drive." Each man got out of the Jag, and walked in front of the car. Ciaran grabbed his dad and hugged him. The weather outside was slightly chilly in the mountains. "Thanks, dad," he said simply. "I love you." "I love you, too, son. Now find that place for us to pull over. I'm on fire for you." "Good, daddy. Get in that car and take off your clothes." Brian clenched his jaw and felt his gut tremble again. He got in the car, and did as his son asked. "How do you feel, dad?" "Whew, C, excited. Scared. NAKED. Anxious. Hurry the fuck up, son, please!" Ciaran drove the little mountain highway, and located two semi truck trailers that had been parked on the roadside for a couple of weeks. He pulled between them, ensuring that the Jag was virtually unnoticeable, on the off chance that another car even traveled the highway. "Close your eyes, dad. I want you to listen to me. Don't talk and don't open your eyes until I tell you. Just trust me to make you feel good, and do as I ask. Will you do that, dad?" Brian's ragged voice rasped, "Yes, C, yes." Ciaran told the car, "Maximum leg room for passenger seat. Recline passenger seat." Brian's seat went down nearly flat. "I'm going to go to the trunk and get a blanked and towels, dad, right back." Brian heard Ciaran do as he said he would, and felt the rush of mountain air as Ciaran closed the door when he got back in the car. His erect nipples pushed out, aching. He heard his son removing his trousers and open what he assumed was a bottle of lube. Next, a towel under his legs on his seat. Ciaran knelt between Brian's legs and pushed each leg up. Brian spread his legs as widely as he was able and braced them on the roof of the car. Ciaran dove into his father's ass with his tongue, French kissing it, eating it ravenously. He moaned and talked as he licked and sucked and tongue fucked, "So good, oooh, yea, daddy, you taste so fine. I can't believe how much I need this." He could see his dad wanting to talk. "Shh, dad, just relax. I'd love to see your beautiful hand fisting your cock. But you may not cum until I tell you." Brian's left hand found his staff and he softly stroked himself. "Now, use your other hand to pinch your nips, daddy. And, pinch HARD. Just imagine it's me doing it." Brian moaned at the command, and Ciaran saw his cock pulse. There was precum dripping liberally from the tip. C moved up and said, "Oh yea, daddy, I have to lick that daddy goo. Fuck it's soooo good." C slurped the clear liquid from his father's meat and moved up kneeling to align his hungry tool with the object of his hunger. He flipped the top of the lube, slicked his tool and said, "You need it rough, don't you, daddy?" With that, he buried himself all the way inside Brian. Brian screamed at the rugged invasion and the scream turned into a loud, guttural noise that continued as Ciaran pounded him without relent. "You need this, I know, daddy. GodDAMNIT you feel good. Take my boycock up your sweet ass, daddy! I want you to KNOW that I own you!" Ciaran buried himself in his father. Brian put his feet on the dash as his son lay forward on him Ciaran moved Brian's hand off his cock, and caught it between their bodies. He moved against his dad now in fast shallow moves, keeping his thick staff buried deeply in his father. "Open your eyes, daddy. Watch me fuck you. Use both hands on your nips now. Oh yea, daddy, you're so hot. You make me CRAZY for you!" The Byrne men stared into one another's eyes. "How y'doin', daddy?" Ciaran grunted. "Fuckin' fabulous, stud!" Brian hissed. "You're getting close, aren't you, daddy?" "Mmhmm," Brian said, struggling to not explode as his nips and ass burned with friction, his cock was tortured by Ciaran's skillful strokes. He watch his son's face, saw the sweat starting to glisten on C's forehead, and said, "You're close, too. Your cock just grew inside me. You're hitting my GO button with every thrust, son. I can't hold it much longer!" "Neither can I, daddy. You're just too hot. Okay, here we go, daddy, the finish line!" He leaned up and pounded again, ten full, hard, crazy slamming strokes into his dad and then he yelled, "NOW!" "Eeeeeaaaaaaaahhh fuuuuuuuuuuuck!!!!" Ciaran dumped his thick jizz into Brian's hungry ass as Brian shot another big load on both their bodies. "Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit," Brian mumbled, gingerly moving his legs off the dash and stretching as Ciaran lay on top of him, panting. Brian brought his son's lips to his own and for long minutes, they kissed, sweetly, passionately. "Daddy, I believe that we're stuck together in a fairly significant way here, and I'm not quite sure what to do." "If you can manage to get to the trunk, the picnic basket has a variety of wipes that should help, honey. Can you peel off?" A few hectic moments later, the Byrne men were reassembled and on the road, the younger at the helm. They pulled into the restaurant parking lot fifteen minutes before their reservation. "Okay, son, are you ready for our first date?" Ciaran put his arm around Brian's neck and they walked inside. The place was hoppin', even on a weeknight. In the trendy town of Vail, you never knew when you'd be dining next to someone whose face you usually saw on a movie screen or some other newsmaker. The pair walked in and turned heads all through the place. Brian gave their names and they both made their way to the men's room, through the dining room. After doing their business, they did a quick wash at the sink, each looking for cum showing anyplace. They left the loo with huge grins, and nearly were laughing out loud as they sat – at a table that had them on display in the middle of the dining room. "Great, dad, here we are! Good thing we got away to have a nice intimate discussion," Ciaran said, sotto voce. "HA! Nah, we got away to have a meal and allow me to show off my sexy lover. Son. I mean..." Brian's eyes twinkled. "The intimate discussion will happen tomorrow, after we spend the night at the hotel exhausting one another and making anyone within ear shot very jealous at our stellar sexual aerobics." Ciaran had his hand over his mouth, and had to bite himself to keep from exploding. "Dad! You are evil!" "Yea, it would seem that I am. Well, just because I may be a pain slut and a bottom to my son doesn't mean that I'm not diabolical and opportunistic!" "And sexy and brilliant and the biggest stud on the planet," Ciaran said, in a sweet voice. The waiter offered menus and asked about drinks. "Could you please bring us a couple of Arnold Palmers?" "Whew, you're hitting the hard stuff tonight, huh, daddy?" And so it went through dinner, father and son teasing one another, both fighting the urge to touch. They dined on excellent fare, lingered over cappuccino, and politely refused several drinks sent their way by a table of young ladies who seemed hell bent on winning their attention. Brian called for the check and handed the waiter their token for the car. Ciaran leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind his head and stretched. Brian said, "Son, please don't do that. We need to get up shortly and I'm not going to be able to stand if you continue to put yourself on display that way." Looking at Brian C flexed his pecs one at a time and smiled. "Is that so?" Brian reached his hand under the table and grabbed his son's family jewels very roughly, squeezing them like he meant it. "Yes, son, quite." Ciaran folded in on himself and said, "Oooohouch! Okay, dad, point taken! Geez!" Brian smiled mildly and said, "I believe it's time for us to make our exit, son. I enjoyed your company immensely this evening. Would you care to join me at the hotel for the most mind-blowing sex of your life?" With that, he stepped into the brisk high mountain night and to wait for the car. His mind was already on the night, and everything he hoped would transpire. Ciaran watched his father from the back for a moment and then joined him, again putting his arm around his father's neck. "Yes, my hottest daddy, I would care very much to join you." They stood waiting, side by side, more eager than ever for what would come next.