Date: Wed, 14 Jun 2017 18:39:02 +0000 (UTC) From: M Coello Subject: Part 2 of "Hayden the Skater Gets with His Dad" Hayden the Skater Gets with His Dad - Part 2 by kooldoggie We had been sitting in the kitchen for several minutes already, not saying a word, just resting our heads against each other while we gently rubbed each other's surfer feet against each other, the hard-on in my shorts growing. Dad hadn't let go of my hand this whole time, and he finally had stopped crying and just sighed. I could feel a sense of comfort taking us over. I actually felt a little sleepy from it, and I considered if it wouldn't be weird if I asked my Dad to join me for a nap. But before I could, Dane finished sniffling and ran a hand across his dreadlocks, drawing them off his still cute-as-fuck face, saying, "Hey, dude, I think I'm just going to want some alone time tonight to think things through, k? You be all right getting dinner?" "Totally," I said, giving him a thumbs-up confidently. Dad had made sure I could take care of myself independently, and I considered myself pretty mature for the average 15-year-old. I figured he'd want to hang with some of his surf buddies and lament. That was cool with me. It would give me some time to concentrate on my homework and then reward myself by jerking it to the skater and surf magazines I kept just for that purpose. They've got some pretty hot photos that always did it for me better than any really graphic porn did for some reason hehe, maybe because I could better visualize myself in imaginary situations with those dudes rather than have it all laid out for me like I need to be spoon-fed. Dad had cleaned himself up, putting on a tight Hurley tanktop and some baggy jeans over his boardshorts. He stayed barefoot, not bothering with shoes even when going out. That was life on the beach, after all. I blew him a kiss, and he made sure to catch it, giving me that winning smile before he headed out. Why did that smile always just melt me and get me even stiffer? Dude, I kept telling myself, this is your Dad after all, even if he's probably the hottest skater/surferboy on the beach. The evening went as planned, everything totally chill, me just in my boardshorts as I downed some Top Ramen, followed by some ice cream. I didn't eat all that much but I felt pretty full, and guess what, I was still so sleepy I didn't even get to jerk off before I fell asleep with the TV still on. I woke up to the sound of laughter, and I was still pretty out of it. I glanced at the clock and saw it was after 2 am, and the laughter sounded like my Dad's, but there was another voice, a more boyish one, laughing along with him. They came through the door, and I could see both had been drinking, my Dad planting sloppy kisses on some boytoy that looked half his size, maybe half his age as well... The boy was pretty damn cute but a total twink, with immaculately done salon hair, bleached platinum, a small gold ring through one nostril, his slim, tight form in a rainbow tank top and short shorts, cute feet in thongs. Dane was, of course, still barefoot, and these boys were making out in front of me, drunk. I felt kind of pissed off, which was rare with my Dad. We were always best of friends and the chillest brothers. Finally, the twink noticed me and crooned, "Hey Hayden!" as if he knew me! "Dane's been telling me all about you. You are as cute as he said, both of you are! I'm Alex." Dad slipped his arms around the boy and sort of licked across his neck, saying, "Alex, babe, you get yourself ready in the bed and Hayden and I will be in to take care of you in a bit, k?" They attacked each other's cute mouths for what seemed like forever but probably was a minute or so before Alex finally pulled away and sauntered over to the bedroom, slipping off his shirt to show off his toned, tanned little chest. Part of me felt disgusted by all this, but part of me was totally turned on by the scene, and my erection was probably pretty obvious in my shorts. "Dude!" I spit out at Dane, "What the fuck's going on? That grom's gotta be under 18. You're gonna get us in trouble, Daddy!" But at that moment, yelling at drunken Dane about proper behavior, I was feeling like the Daddy, and it really sucked. "Dude, he's just turned 21, I saw his license!" Dad slurred, his blue eyes glaring at me. "Alex is cool, and I thought it's time you have some real action and not be just jerking it all the time!" Dad seemed angry at this for some reason; I'd never seen my mellow skater Dad look upset, but then he'd been through a really bad day. "We can do this together, man, it'll be hella fun!" he whined, but I wasn't having it. I was more upset than he was now, I felt like crying, and I said, "Daddy, no, not like this. Please, I just want to go to my room now..." Dane just sighed, his eyes downturned. "Fine! Have it your way." He marched on over into the bedroom, slamming the door on me. I felt like I was about to drown myself in tears, and I ran to my room next door. I was sure Dad was just going to pound the boy on his own, but all I heard was talking between the two, something serious being whispered, and then the sounds of slapping thongs as Alex exited the room, leaving the pad as it sounded like he gave my Dad a pretty slobbery goodbye kiss. Moments later, Dane came into my room, looking really tired. He almost looked over 30 at this point. He slipped off his shirt, showing off that darkly tanned, fitness model bod I loved, and collapsed into bed with me, putting his arms around my own bare torso. "Sorry, dude, I messed up again. That was fucking rude of me..." he whispered, sounding like he was going to sob like that afternoon. I couldn't stand that. I lifted my face toward his and said, "No, it's ok, Daddy, I understand. Tay meant a lot to you..." Now again you've got to understand when I call Dane Daddy I don't mean it in any way kinky at all, not like those younger guys who call their older lovers "Daddy". I think that's kind of creepy myself. Between me and Dane it's a term expressing my total respect for him as a father, the coolest Dad ever! I'd been calling him that a lot today because I wanted to remind him of how it was when I was his little boy, how he had cared for me when everyone else had given up, even my own fucking loser Mom, who'd wanted to abort me. Daddy was father, older brother and very best friend all rolled into one, and he needed to know he'd never disappoint me, even if we were poor and struggling the rest of our lives. Our lives still were happy because we had each other. "Yeah, Tay dumped me cause he said he couldn't take the instability," Dane said, sniffling. "He wants an older guy who can take care of him. I guess I could go back to college, but it's fucking expensive..." He looked upset again, and I stroked his smooth face, saying, "I don't care what he says; you're the most caring man I know; it doesn't matter if you never make anything of yourself the way they want, you're still my bro, Dad!" "Well, I did make something of myself..." Dad said, smirking. "I made the perfect son!" And he pounced on me, tickling my chest like he had when I was a little kid. I burst out giggling, while he continued saying, "I made you, didn't I? Didn't I?" We rolled around on my bed a few minutes, the tension broken, until I managed to pin him beneath me, and the giggling sort of faded, as we stared into each other's similar blue eyes. Something was passing between us. I gently caressed his taut, tight pecs, only some wispy blonde hairs around the nipples. He had one of them pierced by a small gold ring. He was so much buffer now than when I had been a little kid. He'd only been a lanky teenager back then. I mean, he was by no means bodybuilder buff now, not overly muscled at all, just toned and strong and thick in all the right places from years of hitting the surf and a bit of time in the gym. My first memory was of him as a still-growing, slim skater kid, couldn't have been more than 16, holding me close to his slender bare chest while he sang me to sleep with a lullaby. Well, it wasn't really a lullaby; a kid his age didn't know any, but he did know a melancholy emo band song that was popular at the time, and he sang that in his still falsetto voice, me falling asleep against his flat pecs and feeling totally warm and comfortable. I wanted to feel that way again, desperately, and I rested my head against the hard pecs, so much rounder and thicker than when he had been a teen, and listened to him breathe drunkenly. Dane reached up and kissed my head, ruffling my hair gently. "It's always been just us, huh, dude?" he whispered. "No fucking boy, no matter how hot, ever will take me away from you," he continued, purring into my ear. He laid light kisses on my forehead, continuing down my cheek. "I guess I just wanted to feel the ultimate closeness with you, see you get all hot and bothered with another boy, so you'd know how it feels..." We had been rubbing our feet together this whole time, our bonding ritual from the time we'd rest on the beach after a great surf, comparing how my feet were growing and getting as big as his. And my hard-on was as steely hard as it was ever going to get, demanding attention. Something snapped in me, and the barrier was broken: "Um, Dane, dude?" I just couldn't bear to call him Daddy if I was going to ask this: "Would you, I mean, aw, I fucking don't care if it's wrong, but would you suck me off?" I could feel his pecs heaving, his breath growing more rapid as if I had agitated him, but I still couldn't tell if it was for good or bad. I was suspecting it was good. Remember, Dane had been the horny boy whose hormones raged so hard at puberty that he had needed to lay some pipe and bring me forth into existence! "Aww, fuck, dude," he finally drawled. "Ok, I'll do it, if it'll make you feel good. Say, could we just 69 and you take care of me, too? I've been hot and bothered since, you know..." I nodded, smiling. I wanted Dane to feel good. We were going to bond even further tonight, and I wanted it to be so right for him, not like some weird son and Daddy fantasy. I just didn't think of him as my Dad right now, but as the best friend who'd raised me and showed me so much love that I had to pay some of that back. We twisted our bodies into the right position, and I pulled down Dane's shorts, while he pulled down mine, letting my younger, thin cock slap against my belly. He pulled it downward, and I nearly came right into his long, slim hand on feeling its delicate touch. Oh, yes, this is what I always had needed. His cock was beautiful, a bit thicker and longer than mine, with wispy blonde hairs surrounding it, whereas mine were dark and thick, and I licked around the head, causing Dane to groan. "Oh, yeah, Hayden, dude, this is perfect!" I started to take him all in, feeling very pleased with myself. He better think this is perfect. After all, I was his perfect son. I hoped that this would be a night to remember... The night kind of went by in a blur, both of us so horny we just let loose, just wanting to make the other feel good. I guess years of the guilt and hangups we had concerning our mutually fucked-up lives just had to go out the window. I got to suck Dane's cock, and Dane, my own Dad, sucked me off, better than any I'd gotten from the boys my own age. Hell, Dane had a ton more experience I guess! I groaned as I came, fireworks going off in my brain, and Dane actually swallowed! I knew I had to do the same, and soon enough his long, tanned legs kicked around as he groaned deeply, and I was rewarded with thick spurts down my own throat. After, we attacked each other's faces, the taste of our cum still in our mouths, as we tongue kissed, my hands feeling up every rock hard muscle in Dane's chest and his chiseled abs, Dane also pressing into my slightly smaller chest and six-pack. I could roll my tongue around the tongue stud he'd gotten at age 18, back when I was almost 4 and we'd just moved in here. I was surprised he hadn't taken it out in all this time. I guess I just never noticed. We collapsed back onto the bed, spent, but Dane wasn't finished with me yet. He was softening, but still he wanted to grind against my butt, and I loved it, having him press up against me, sending sweet kisses down my sinewy back. I was still groaning in passion, hardening up again, though I didn't think I could go for another round. "Oh, dude, Hayden, I love you soooo much!" Dane kept moaning, and I kept telling him I loved him, too, more than he could ever know, as I laced my fingers into his hand, pressing tightly. We made out a little while longer, until the tiredness overtook both of us, and Dane fell asleep on top of me. I rolled into a more comfortable position and snuggled in tight against him, soon falling asleep and having many pleasant dreams... I woke up to find that Dad already had left my bed. Sunlight was pouring through the window. The sweet smell of pot hit my nostrils. I rose and stretched, then slipped on my shorts and padded barefoot into the living room. Dane was sitting on the couch in just a pair of skinny jeans, taking a hit of some high-quality weed as the sun hit his still sleepy-looking face, his dreads tousled around his cute face. He also had a hint of blonde stubble on his cheeks. He seemed deep in thought. I thought if this scene were in black-and-white he'd look just like some sexy Calvin Klein model. We usually smoked together, so I pointed at the weed at the table, and Dane shrugged, glancing back toward the window, still in thought. I was feeling antsy from his moody attitude, and I knew he must be feeling stressed as well, over last night probably, as he rarely got stoned this early in the day. In fact, I thought he should be at work, and I was worried. I rolled a joint and took a puff, then went to sit on Dane's lap, just as I had as a kid. He put an arm around me tenderly; it wasn't quite the same as when I was a kid. I mean, hell, I already was pretty much the size of a big adult, at six-feet, 150 lbs., not much smaller than my Dad, so my legs sprawled onto the floor as I lightly sat on his knee, not putting my full weight on it. We just sat like this for a while, smoking, chilling, trying to mellow out, and finally I just had to ask, "Daddy, don't you have to work today? You're not in trouble, are you?" Dane just shook his head, saying, "Nah, I told Blitz I'd like some vacation time now, after Tay told me... I couldn't get my head straight, so he said ok, I could take the week off. It's cool." He still wouldn't look at me, just stared out the window. I was relieved, knowing how hard it was even on the steady income he had. I placed my feet on his again, loving the feel of the taut muscle in his size 12s. After another minute, he finally sighed and said, "I can't believe I did that to you. I'm so sorry, Hayden, I was drunk, I..." But I immediately made him shut up, saying, "It's cool, Dane! I wanted it, like, so bad! I've never been happier, and I just wanted you to feel good..." But Dad just looked more upset, his eyes watery. "I'm your fucking father, for Christ's sake! I shouldn't be raping my kid!" It always almost made me laugh when he talked like that, since Dane looked nothing like any father I'd ever seen. He just looked like some stoner skater kid, not much older than I was, and I'm sure if I told anyone that he was just a classmate of mine, it would be totally believable. Still, I felt a little guilty for what we had done. I was such a hypocrite. After all, I had been the one worried about him getting with an under-18 kid, and after me bitching about it, that underage kid he had gotten with turned out to be me, his own son! I felt like I needed to soothe him: "Look, Dad, I'm not going to tell anyone about it, and if I don't, you won't get in trouble. I love you, dude!" I rested my head on his shoulder, and he leaned against me, still sniffling. "Still, it was wrong, Hayden. I promise it won't happen again..." Now I kind of felt cold inside, and a little angry. What if I wanted it to happen again?! I didn't understand why he was getting so self-righteous all of a sudden. I got off his lap, my fists clenched. "Dad! It's not like we're some normal straight father and son after all. We're two gay dudes practically the same fucking age, I mean, relatively! Neither of us is getting pregnant, so what does it matter if we're in the same gene pool, I loved what we did last night, and I know you did too!" Dane just looked up at me, not stoned enough yet to discuss this in a mellow way, and his blue eyes looked so full of confusion and worry I didn't know how I could make it better. I kind of regretted my choice of words, as I could see how the mention of pregnancy could have reminded him of the whole fucked-up situation that had brought me into being and ruined his life. Maybe it was also painful for him because I reminded him of Mom. I don't know how much I looked like her. I'd never even seen a picture, the consensus between us being that she was just a stone-cold bitch that really wasn't a part of our lives and deserved no recognition. Dad bit his lower lip, glancing away from me. "You're right, Hayden, buddy, I did enjoy it. You're so fucking sexy, I've always thought so. And the way you rub my feet just drives me wild. I just...I mean... how are other people going to-" He couldn't finish that sentence. "Like you suddenly give a shit what other people think?" I smiled at him, wrapping my arms around him. "Like I said, I'm not telling anyone. You've always been the only one I loved, Dane, I just couldn't be without you." Dane looked back at me, considering. He sighed again, and then he closed his eyes and moved in his lips toward mine. I melted into him again, opening my mouth to accept his tongue, to feel that sexy stud rubbing against my tongue, as Dad held me in his strong arms and moved me to the couch, laying me down under him. We made out there for quite a while, how long I don't know, but I just knew I never wanted this to end... For the rest of that week, we practically didn't leave my Dad's bedroom. His bed was a bit bigger and more comfortable than mine, and we stayed naked the whole time, being intimate with each other in ways I never thought possible. It wasn't all just sex. Most of the time it was just lying together, my head on his chest the way it used to be, while we rubbed our feet together, mine sliding up his smooth, lightly fuzzed calves, feeling up the hard muscle there. I even had him sing one of those emo songs I used to love, and in return I sang to him some of the more current songs we kids are into now. Dad admitted he had been a pretty emo kid when he was younger, even had the hair dye and the tight black clothes, and that's the style he was into when he had gotten with my Mom. He still wore the skinny jeans sometimes, I knew, and he obviously still got more emotional than most guys his age, letting the tears out plenty just the other day. I'd convinced Dad to call into my school and let them know I was sick, so I could have the week off with him. We talked a lot, probably more than we had in years, and it was a weird feeling I was getting, that I couldn't really think of him as Dad anymore. That kind of left me cold, but at the same time it was exciting, as this was a new stage in our relationship. He had always been more the older brother or best friend, but now he was my lover, really my first, and I wanted no one else. When the horniness hit us, we made love. I decided to kiss and lick all over his hot body at some point, just to suck in the taste of him, and he tasted like the essence of young dude, I thought, whatever that may be, but certainly not old Dad! He just exuded youth and energy, his sweat tasting almost sugary on my tongue. He got to plow into me, of course, several times, and I was surprised when he asked me to do the same to him. He'd never had a chance to bottom before, and he'd always wondered what it was like. I was a bit timid about doing that to him, but he gently encouraged me, lying on his stomach and guiding me to lie on top of his well-muscled back. I used some of the lube from the nighttable, thinking this might have been used with Taylen, but whatever, and I guided myself in, feeling the wonderful heat and tightness of Dane's insides. Dane groaned, and I felt proud I was making him feel so good, sinking in my six-and-a-half inches of steel all the way. He bucked against me, as if wanting more in, but I just didn't have any more to give. I got into a rhythm and groaned in passion, too, feeling the bonding energy overwhelm me, as I buried my face into his thick blonde dreads and inhaled the scent of conditioner and sweat combined. It was all so beautiful, I thought I might just want to sing... Between making love, we would take breaks to eat, smoke some herb, and just watch old movies on TV, before drifting off to sleep, snuggled tightly together. Eventually, however, we were getting antsy from this life. It's not easy to get two basically athletic, energetic skater-surfer guys to stay lazy in bed for days. I mean, yeah, we were burning calories with lovemaking hehe, but both of us were beginning to miss being out in the sun, doing kickflips on our skateboards or being out in the big blue. We decided we'd had our fill of the bedroom bonding for now, and we'd spend the weekend before Dane had to go back to work and me back to school out on the beach, doing those activities we always loved doing together. It looked like it was going to be blazing hot this weekend, so we only put on our boardshorts. Dane put up his dreads into a topknot and stuck it through the back of a Hurley cap, while I put on a Volcom cap. Dane, as usual, saw no need for shoes. He was an awesome barefoot skateboarder, but I tended to get hurt more easily, so I stuffed my feet into my typical Vans, and then we grabbed our boards and headed down to the boardwalk. Anyone else would have thought we were two blue-eyed skater brothers, maybe a few recognizing us as possible lovers, but no way in hell would anyone peg us two hotties for father and son. So for the next couple of days it was all just fun in the sun, as I admired my Dad's tough feet doing amazing tricks on his board, and he praised my always developing skills. We got out into the surf a few times, though the waves were pretty flat, and after long afternoons of shredding we'd wind up on the sand, wrestling playfully. A few times Dane even was bold enough to plant a kiss on me in public, and when some fat asswipe complained, Dane just gave him the finger and told him to go back to the Bible Belt hehe. I wound up loving my skaterboy Dad more than ever that week, and when, tired-as-fuck, we retired to bed the night before we'd have to return to our routine, I just knew his bed would be ours from now on. We both glowed with darker tans on our ripped muscled bodies after all that time in the sun, as Dane rested his head against mine, saying, "I just realized, I'm gonna turn 30 soon, and then I really will be twice your age!" I snuggled up tight against him, purring, "Doesn't matter, you kick my ass out there every time we skate and surf, you'll never be my old man!" Dane just laughed lightly. It was true; he radiated so much energy and strength, his healthy skin smooth and nearly flawless, I never thought of him as any older than a dude of 18 or 19. He was still my teenage Dad, and I kissed him with much love, before we slept peacefully looking forward to happy times ahead... TO BE CONTINUED?