Date: 23 Sep 2001 20:05:02 -0000 From: Kryton Ex Subject: His Father's Love Disclaimer: This story is about father/son love. If you find this offensive, stop reading while you still have disclaimer left. This story is completely fictional and the characters only exist in the realm of my mind. Comments are welcome, flames are not. His Father's Love Ryan thought his life was pretty typical. He lived in a small town in Iowa with his mom and dad. Even though he was only a sophomore he was already on the varsity football team at school. His father was the town doctor and mother was a grammar school teacher. He loved his parents deeply and they loved each other very much. Then something happened that changed the way he saw his parents forever. His father was in a car accident. Ryan was at school when it happened. His mother ran into his classroom and from the look on her face he knew something terrible had happened. As his mother talked to the teacher he threw his books in his bookbag and walked towards them. Ryan's mother took his hand and escorted him out of class, with Ryan yelling behind her, "What's wrong mom? Did something happen to dad?" Ms. Hanson regained her composure, turned to her son in the hall and calmly said, "Your father has been in an accident, he is in the county hospital. It's pretty bad, they don't know if he will make it." Ryan was silent after that. When Ryan got to the hospital his entire family was already there, all four of his grandparents, his father's three brothers and his mother's sister. Even his little cousins were there; they were too young to understand how bad a situation their uncle was in. But they too were saddened because their parents were so sad. After and hour of just sitting and waiting, a doctor walked out to the waiting room. "We have stabilized his condition, he has lost one of his kidneys, we are not sure what damage has been done to the other one. He might need one, can I get some blood from his blood relatives to see if any of you are compatible in case this is an issue?" Immediately all three of his brothers stood up, happy that they could finally do something, even if it was only to take a blood test, they didn't like feeling helpless. Ryan stood up also, he wanted to do whatever he could to help his father, but his mother grabbed his hand. He looked down at her too see why she had grabbed him. "You're too young," she said. To which he replied, "I'm sixteen! I think I am old enough to decide what happens to my kidney." He tried to loosen her grip but she just held on tighter. This began a very loud and embarrassing fight in the waiting room. The doctor had informed him that even if he was a match, he could not donate his kidney without his mother's consent. This led to Ryan seeking his mother's consent as if his father's life depended on it and it might have. The doctor had already left with his uncles, but Ryan was still fighting and half his family was taking his side. The other half was taking his mothers side. Eventually Ms. Hanson realized that her son would never give up unless she told him the truth. She asked him to come out to the parking lot with her, where the rest of the family would not be involved. Ryan agreed and followed his mother out the emergency door. When they approached her mini van near the back of the lot, Ryan was getting ready to begin arguing again, but before he could begin his protest his mother placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed him gently against the car. He was forced to look her in her eyes. This is what is mother did when she wanted someone's unadulterated attention. She was a very intimidating woman. "Listen to me. The reason you can not help your father in this way is not because I don't think you are mature enough. You are probably more mature than all your uncles combined. The reason you can't do this is because you are not his blood relative." It took a few seconds for Ryan to unravel what her mother meant, but when he did he was glad she was still holding him against the car because he felt as if he would fall had she let him go. After a few seconds of silence she said, "Let's get into the car." Ryan complied; he got in on the passenger side and waited for her to get in. After what seemed like and eternity to Ms. Hanson of Ryan just staring out of the window with tears forming in his eyes he finally spoke. He asked, "How?" In a bad attempt to lighten the discussion Ms. Hanson replied, "The usual way." Ryan glared in a way that made her squirm, he had her eyes, deep brown eyes with an intensity that could be frightening and he just learned how to use them against her. "I mean, if you dated my dad, and only my dad all through high school and college and then married him before you even graduated, how can he not be my father?" Ms. Hanson was starting to feel very small under her son's glare and spoke in the manner that came natural to her in such situations, "Well, I didn't ever date anyone other than your father, I never said he was the only man I ever slept with." Ryan looked really angry at this point, Ms. Hanson found herself scooting towards the door away from her son. "Does dad know?" he asked. "I would hope so, he was in the bed when you were conceived." Ryan's anger faded into a look of complete bafflement. He was completely unable to imagine what his mother meant. She realized this, her muscles relaxed as she began to explain the story of Ryan's conception. "Well, Michael," she paused realizing that her son would not recognize the name of his actual father, because her and her husband were careful not to speak it in his presence, "your biological father." When he looked caught up, she began again. "Well, when your father and I were in college, Michael was our closest friend. He had a crush on your father and I had a crush on him. One night things just went too far, too fast, so far so fast we did not even think about protection. I wound up pregnant my last year of school. We weren't sure if you were Jonathan's or Michael's. I loved Jonathan and we were getting married no matter what, so we kept you, hoping it was Jonathan that got me pregnant and not Michael. After you were born, we had a paternity test done and you weren't Jonathan's. He was devastated, but Michael was understanding, I think he was in love with Jonathan, he said that he would keep out of your life and Jonathan could raise you as his own. I thought this would be a secret I would take to my grave. I'm sorry you had to find out like this." Ryan didn't know what to think, what to feel, all he knew was he was beaten. Ryan's father recovered from the accident and after a lot of physical therapy things started returning to normal in Ryan's little world. But Ryan still had plaguing questions about his father, his real father, his mother had told him nothing about him. As the end of the year approached, Ryan was going nuts. He could not take it anymore, he cut school and went all the way to the grammar school his mother worked at. When he arrived his mother was at her desk in an empty classroom grading papers while her students were out for lunch. She looked up from her desk as Ryan entered the room. "How could you mom? How could you tell me another man is my father then act like nothing happened? Who is he? Why didn't he want me?" Ms. Hanson got up from her desk and held her weeping son, running her fingers through his dark brown hair. It stopped right at his eyes and she realized what an annoyance that would be while he was crying. "Go home for the day. When I get home we can talk about this, okay?" Ryan wiped the tears from his eyes, nodded and left. While waiting for his mother to come home he was very nervous. He had missed lunch but he could not even imagine trying to eat. When she finally arrived home he met her at the door, barely giving her a chance to put down her brief case. She just walked right past him and straight to the phone in the living room. She sat down on the couch and began to dial a number she obviously knew by heart. Ryan just stood over her looking confused. His mother began a conversation he could only hear one half of. "Hey, Michael. It's Cathy." "Of course you recognize my voice it is just polite to for a lady to introduce herself." Ryan was shocked; his mother was flirting with a man that wasn't his father. Well a man that wasn't her husband at least. "So, how have you been?" "Well, things have been hectic here, the school year is ending so now everyone is doing their homework and turning in extra credit, trying to save their grade. I have to do twice as much grading at the end of the year as." That is when Ms. Hanson looked up, saw her son and remembered the reason for her call. "Michael, I didn't call just to have a chat. Um. Ryan knows. Actually he isn't taking it well at all. I think if he could go down there for the summer and get to know you, it would really do him good." "No, I won't hear of it. Just because Jonathan got hurt does not mean we have fallen into poverty. I will buy the plane tickets myself and tell you when to pick him up from the airport." "You are so silly, always throwing your money around. That's why I love you. I will look into the tickets and call you back later." "Oh, the school ends for him in two weeks, you can hide all the lube and porn by then can't you?" "Tons of hugs and kisses, Jonathan sends his love too." "You wish!" "Bye sweetie." And with that his mother hung up, walked into the den, got on the computer and began looking at plane ticket prices. Ryan had gotten nothing resolved. He had learned nothing new about his father. He didn't even get to talk to him. All he learned was his mother was a flirt and didn't bother consulting him when she made life altering decisions for him; two things he already knew. Ryan crashed on the couch. He looked over at the phone; he picked it up, listening to the dial tone for a second. Then he hit redial. After two rings a deep sensual voice asked, "Hello?" Ryan freaked out and hung up. A few seconds later the phone rang, Ryan jumped back. His mother picked it up in the den. "Are you sure someone from here called?" "Maybe it was Ryan." Ms. Hanson walked back into the living room with the cordless phone. "Ryan, did you just call Michael and hang up?" Ryan shook his head; it was obvious he was lying. "Ryan, he has caller id, I know it was you." Ryan nodded, acknowledging his guilt, unable to look at his mother. "Why did you just do that?" she asked. Ryan answered whispering, "I just wanted to know what he sounded like." Ms. Hanson relayed his answer on the phone. "Would you like to speak to him?" she asked. Ryan shook his head again. Ms. Hanson put the phone back to her face and said, "He's scared." She listened for a second and then told her son, "How about this, Michael can talk and you can just listen and you can talk whenever you are ready, or you can just hang up on him if you decide you don't want to talk?" Ryan nodded. Ms. Hanson handed him the phone and went back to the den. Ryan put the phone to his ear, his hand shaking. "Hi Ryan, this is kind of weird. For all I know, the phone could be sitting on the floor and I could be talking to myself. Could you grunt or something to let me know you are there?" Ryan hoarsely said, "I'm here." It was barely a whisper. Michael piped up, "That's good, so what should I talk about?" Ryan, slightly more confident answered, "I don't know. What do you do?" "I am a lawyer, well actually I have my own firm here in Los Angeles. Its really fun, I set my own hours, I get to boss people around and I get to seem far smarter than I actually am." This made Ryan laugh. Ryan didn't hang up on Michael that day. Matter of fact, they were still talking when his father got home. Ryan missed dinner, he had long ago relayed to Michael what time his mom said his flight would land and where. Their conversation finally ended when his mom, standing over him in her night gown hands on her hips, commanded him to go to bed because he had to be up in five hours to get ready for school. Ryan couldn't sleep, his head was reeling. His father seemed so cool, his mother was cool, but in that "I'm still your mother" sort of way. Michael seemed much younger than his parents, but Ryan knew they were the same age. It was just Michael talked to him like and equal, not like a kid. He figured his summer was going to be an endless party and he could not wait for it to start. He was happy when his alarm clock went off, he was tired of lying in bed, he wanted to be moving. During breakfast he made up for the missed meals of yesterday and rushed his mother out the door so he could get to school. The last two weeks of school were a blur. Ryan could not wait to go to California, he had never spent more than a week away from his parents, but he wasn't the least bit nervous. That is until the plane ride. Ryan had no problem with planes; the reality of seeing his dad for the first time was what scared him. How would they even recognize each other? Ryan got off the plane with a herd of other people and began looking around. He heard someone yell, "Hey, Ryan!" He looked around until his eyes stopped on a white blue jean covered arm. He walked towards the arm to see his father for the first time. Ryan was amazed at how much they looked alike; he would have recognized him as his father. They had the same dark brown hair, in almost the same cut. He was wearing a white jean jacket and white jean pants with a blue shirt. He had the same build as Ryan, medium size, well toned but not exactly muscular, but he was about four inches taller. He also had gleaming blue eyes that smiled at Ryan putting him totally at ease. Ryan wasn't sure exactly how to greet his father; Ryan's family was very affectionate, so if it were his mother or Jonathan he was greeting, he would just hug them. But he didn't know if Michael was the touching kind. He got his answer as soon as he was in arms reach; Michael pulled him close and hugged him tightly. Ryan could not help but notice how good he smelled. Really clean, but not like soap or anything, he just naturally smelled good. Michael put his arm around Ryan's shoulder as they headed to get his luggage. Ryan was soon to find out his father was very touchy, Michael passed out more hugs than all the Carebears combined. Michael drove a blue convertible and lived in a really big house. Ryan was really impressed. As Ryan was exploring it he noticed that the house had pictures of a lot of people he did not know, which he guessed was his father's friends and family. But the odd thing was the house was filled with just as many pictures of him! There were baby pictures of him; all his school pictures from kindergarten to sophomore year could be found in the house. It was creepy and flattering at the same time, there was this guy out there that he knew nothing about who knew all about him but at least he knew his dad did care. While Ryan unpacked, Michael made dinner. He was an excellent cook. That first night they watched movies and talked. While watching TV, Michael would put his arm around Ryan. Ryan soon became just as comfortable and would lie on his father's chest or lap as they watched TV together. Eventually Ryan asked about all the pictures. Michael informed him, that he agreed that Ryan would never know about him, but he insisted that they keep him informed about Ryan's life which they had no problem doing. Michael laughed as he recalled the Christmas Jonathan waited to the last minute to buy Ryan a White Power Ranger. He could not find one in all of Iowa. He called Michael in hysterics. Michael sent every investigator in his law firm out to find that doll for Ryan, offering a five thousand dollar Christmas bonus to who ever brought it back. It seemed that the doll was easier to get in LA and five investigators came back with one each, costing him twenty-five thousand dollars for a twenty dollar doll. Plus he had four extras. Ryan waited for him to finish then replied: "It was an action figure not a doll, plus the next year I got bored with the Power Rangers and the poor thing wound up strapped to a cherry bomb. But he got a noble burial." At this they both laughed. They spent the first couple of days, hanging around the house. They even made a few visits to Michael's law firm so he could delegate more work to his subordinates and go home again. Ryan wondered how someone who did so little could stay so rich. One day Michael said he wanted to go out, he asked Ryan where he wanted to go. When Ryan could not think of anywhere Michael suggested the zoo. Ryan looked at his father like he was crazy; "Do I look ten?" "Give me a break, I am new at this dad stuff, okay?" "Okay, as long as you promise to improve." "Scouts honor," making the scout symbol in the air. "Can you take me to a club?" "Um, my clubbing days are over and yours haven't started yet." "Please, I really, really want to go to a club." "Fine, there is only one club I know I can get you in, but I doubt you will like it." "Thank you daddy," Ryan said wrapping his arms around his father's neck. "Well, what should we do until then?" "What do you usually do?" "Well, I usually go to the park and play football with my friends on Saturdays, do you like football?" Ryan looked at his father quizzically and then pointed to the picture of him on the wall in his jersey. "What do you think?" "Smartass," was all his father could reply to that. They spent the morning playing football with his friends. He thought they were all pretty cool. Some of the most macho guys Ryan had ever met but pretty cool. They came home, showered, ate and got ready to go clubbing. When they got there, Michael walked past all the other people in line and walked straight up to the doorman. He and the doorman embraced and he kissed him on both cheeks. Ryan did not think this was odd, he has seen his father hug and kiss a million people by then, women and men. He had a sexuality about him that he did not even realize, which made him even more appealing. Ryan watched as every woman in the office swooned over his father, people worked so hard to make him happy because everyone loved him and wanted to be loved by him. Ryan felt proud when he was in his father's presence, he knew he had something that other people just dreamed of, his father's love. Michael pulled Ryan up to the doorman and introduced him as his son. The doorman raised his eyebrow looking at the boy, he said, "sure he is" and then let them in the club. Michael seemed to be very amused; Ryan was once again confused. Michael walked up to the bar and kissed the lady behind the bar smack on the lips. "It's been forever since I've seen you, where have you been?" She yelled to be heard over the music. "I grew up," he yelled back. "Then what brought you back dear?" That is when he introduced Ryan. "My kid wanted to come, I guess I am revisiting my youth." The bartender looked Ryan up and down with the same expression of disbelief the doorman had. "Can I have a vodka and lemonade?" asked Michael. He looked at his son, "You can have one drink, what do you want." Ryan had never ordered from a bar before and he did not want to sound stupid so he said, "I will have a vodka and lemonade too." Michael grabbed both drinks and motioned Ryan toward a nearby booth. They sat at the table and Ryan began sipping his lemonade. He took his first look around the place, he was really nervous so when he entered he had kept his eye on his father who had been holding his hand and dragging him through the club. The first thing that caught his attention as abnormal was the two women at the booth across from them making out. Then he noticed that guys were dancing together. A lot of guys were dancing together. A lot of women were dancing together. Very few men were dancing with women. That is when Ryan realized he was in a gay bar. Why did his dad know everyone in a gay bar? Ryan remembered what his mom said about Michael probably being in love with Jonathan, it had escaped him at the time because of the situation, but now it was started to make since. "Are you queer?" Ryan mumbled before he could rephrase the question in his mind. Michael wasn't offended; he was prepared for the question. "No, I'm bi. Does that bother you?" Before Ryan could answer two of his father's friends from football walked up to the booth. "Michael! Ryan! I'm surprised to see you here." "My son wanted to go clubbing." Michael replied. The two guys sat down at the booth. One asked, "Want to dance?" Michael looked at his son, trying to gage from his expression how much he could take. He just had a slight look of shock on his face so Michael wasn't sure. "It's up to Ryan," he said. They all looked at Ryan waiting for his reply. Ryan attempting to sound cool with what was going around him just shrugged and said, "sure." As they headed to the dance floor Michael jokingly said, "If you molest my son, I'll kill ya." At first everyone was dancing in a circle at a healthy distance. Ryan was glad that his father could dance and didn't look like a dork. Eventually some guy stole his dad's attention and the men on the dance floor began to move in on Ryan. He at one point wound up sandwiched between two guys, with their cocks rubbing up against him. He didn't mind; he was having fun. He was covered in sweat, the music was good and all the attention he was getting made him feel very attractive. As the club died down Michael came back, he started dancing with Ryan, there was a big muscular guy grinding on Ryan's ass at the time, he leaned in to ask his son if he was having fun. Ryan nodded. He had spent the entire night dancing very intimately with a bunch of men but he hadn't thought of it as sexual, so when his father started dancing with him it seemed natural to grab his belt and pull him close until they were grinding. Ryan wrapped his arms around his father's neck and Michael got this serious expression on his face. Ryan did not know why, but he felt compelled to keep eye contact with his father. Ryan probably would have leaned in and kissed the person had it been anyone other than his dad, he was trapped in a kissing moment and didn't know how to break it. The club broke it for him by ending the music. The people still in the club began to file out and Michael and Ryan headed home. On the ride back Ryan noticed that his father had an erection, he hoped he was not the cause of it. But after considering it for awhile he decided it would be nice if he was the cause of it. That night they were so exhausted that they both showered and went to bed. The next morning Michael was making breakfast in his silk pajama pants when Ryan came out in his sleepwear, boxers. Michael eyed his son as he leaned into the frig looking for orange juice. Michael tried to remind himself that the ass he was staring at belonged to his son but after dancing with him Michael was finding it very hard not to see his son in a sexual manner. After breakfast they watched television, Michael laid his head in Ryan's lap and tried to concentrate on television. But Ryan had such nice legs, big firm, lickable legs. Ryan speaking pulled Michael from his thoughts. "Dad?" "Yes?" "I want to ask you something." "Go ahead." "I can't." "Want me to guess?" "You'd never guess this question." "Does it have something to do with me being bi?" "Sorta." "Does me being bi bother you?" Ryan looked down at his father's face, "I spent last night with a bunch of sweaty guys rubbing their dicks against my ass, if I had a problem with you being bi, I would have never made it through last night. Plus, mom in her own special way had already told me, I just didn't realize it, because it wasn't that big of a deal." That is when Ryan realized he had just said, "ass" in front of his father. He covered his mouth with his hands like he had said something terrible. Michael had not figured out what Ryan did that was so terrible, so he asked, "what?" Ryan replied with his hands still covering his mouth, "I cursed." Michael replayed what Ryan had just said in his mind, "Ass? You are covering your mouth because you said ass?" Ryan nodded. "You can say ass. Now what was your question that you wanted to ask?" Ryan answered, "I just can't say it." "Well, do kids still play truth nowadays?" "Um.yeah." "We could play truth and then you could ask me." "I can't just ask you questions." "Okay, how about we play truth over chess." "Huh?" "Every time someone takes a piece or checks the other person, they get to ask a question that the other person has to answer truthfully, and the winner gets to make the loser do a dare." "Okay." They got up and headed to the crystal chessboard Michael had in the library. At first the questions were nice, but they became more personal as the game progressed. Both Michael and Ryan liked taking exceptionally quick turns so it seemed like they were playing speed chess. "Knight takes queen." Michael exclaimed. "How often do you masturbate?" "At least once a day. Check. Did you ever have sex with my dad?" "Same day I slept with your mom. Bishop takes pawn. Have you ever been with a girl?" "I've been with three different girls. Knight takes bishop. Have you ever been fucked in the ass." "It's one of my favorite pass times. Check. Ever fooled around with a guy?" "I jacked off my best friend when I was 12. Knight takes rook. Are you attracted to me?" "Yes. Checkmate." Ryan examined the board; his father was right, he had lost. They both slumped back into their chairs finally having a moment to measure the weight of all they had said. Finally Ryan asked, "So, what's my dare?" Michael thought about it for awhile, he knew what he wanted to say, he just had to work up the courage to say it, "I want you to walk around naked for the rest of the day." Ryan stood up and pulled off his boxers. Michael made no effort to pretend like he wasn't looking right at his son's dick. Michael smiled as if he was holding back laughter. Ryan looked at him wondering what he was laughing at, he knew that his dick was damn impressive even flaccid and was quite insulted. Michael explained his amusement; "You have my dick." Ryan looked down at his equipment, he was also amused. The day passed and Ryan kept his bargain he spent a large quantity of his time in the pool where he felt less naked but he whined the entire time. At dinner Ryan complained, "My chair is cold." Michael just laughed and replied, "A deal is a deal." After dinner Ryan looked through his father's video collection. As he bent over looking at the tapes on the bottom shelf Michael just thought how hard this day had been on him. Watching his son walking around naked all day kept him hard, but the idea of him putting on clothes seemed even harder to endure. Ryan pulled out a movie and held it up, "What is this one about?" "It's a French movie, you probably won't like it. It's about a street boy, one of his customers falls in love with him and tries to get him off the street." Ryan put the tape in the VCR and sat on the couch. His father laid in his lap as the movie began. The first scene in the movie was a sex scene between the boy and one of his customers. That is when Ryan's dick began to rise. By the middle of the movie with every other scene being a sex scene he was very hard. What he didn't realize because he was concentrating on his dick was that his hand had been caressing his father's stomach for the longest. He had been mindlessly playing with the trail of hair that led to his father's crotch. Michael noticed every second of it; it was all he noticed, he had forgot the movie was playing. Ryan mumbled, "I've been hard for the past twenty minutes." Michael replied, "I know. Your dick has been hitting me in the back of the head for awhile now." With this Ryan began to blush all over. Michael felt his son's thighs tense and he had removed his hand from his father's stomach to cover his face. Michael rolled over facing his son. His son's throbbing seven-inch rod was a centimeter from his lips. All he had to do was stick out his tongue and he could catch the precum dripping from his son's cock. He looked up at his son for permission to do what he was dying to do. Ryan looked right into his father's questioning eyes. He ran his fingers through his father's hair and gently pushed his head forward. Michael didn't need much of a nudge before he took the head of his son's cock into his mouth. Licking all the precum from the tip he began to lick along the shaft. Ryan threw his head back and closed his eyes; he just wanted to enjoy what he was feeling. Michael unable to get the full range of motion he would have liked because he was on his side settled for just deep-throating his son. Maybe he would get to finger his ass later. Ryan was moaning loudly and thrusting his crotch up to meet his father's throat when he swallowed his entire cock. This was the best blowjob he had ever gotten and he knew he was going to cum soon. "I'm cumming," he managed to say in order to warn his father to move before he came in his mouth. His father just went faster and sucked harder and when he felt his son's body tighten he buried his face in his son's pubic hair as he blew stream after stream of cum down his throat. When Ryan began to relax and released his father's head, his father pulled his mouth of his son's softening cock and looked up at his face again. Ryan looked down at his father; he used his thumb to wipe away a bit of stray cum and mouthed the words "thank you". They finished watching the movie and decided to go to bed early. Ryan to think and Michael to jack-off while he could still taste his son's semen in his mouth. Three days passed with them not speaking. They weren't sure what to say to each other and was afraid that whatever they said would be wrong. It was easy for the two of them to avoid each other in a house as large as Michael's. Ryan mostly swam, ate and slept while Michael lived in the library reading. They did not watch television. Ryan knew he could not take an entire summer of this, he decided they had to talk about what had happened. Ryan found his father lying on the bearskin rug in front of the fireplace reading. He walked up to his father and straddled his butt. "We need to talk," he said. Michael asked, "Can I at least roll over so I can see you during this conversation?" Ryan answered, "I would prefer if you didn't." "Fine." Michael laid his head on his hands and waited for his son to speak. "Well, ever since, you know." "I went down on you?" "Yeah, ever since that happened, I have been thinking about stuff." "Like?" "Like what it would be like to kiss you, what it would be like to go down on you, even what it would be like to be fucked by you. And that scares me, hell that terrifies me." "You what happened between us doesn't have to go any further than it did." "That is what scares me, I want it to go further." "May I turn over now." Ryan put his weight on his knees allowing his father to roll over. Then sat back down on him. Michael lifted his hand to caress his son's face. "There is nothing I would like better than to make love to you right now, but I will take this as slow as you like and if you want me to stop you only have to say so." Ryan nodded, then leaned down and kissed his father gently on the lips. His father pulled him down and kissed him again, more firmly and longer. Ryan pushed his tongue to his father's lips and Michael opened his mouth to French kiss his son. They made out for what seemed like forever when Michael began to pull off Ryan's shirt. Ryan broke their kiss and lifted his arms to help his father. Michael rolled Ryan unto the rug and laid on top of him between his spread legs kissing down his chest. Michael took off Ryan's pants and underwear with one pull and he was once again completely naked under his father's hungry gaze. Michael took his son's cock into his mouth again. He played with his son's balls as he teasing licked the tip of his dick. Ryan moaned arching his back for more. Michael sat up to remove his shirt and Ryan opened his eyes to see why his pleasure had ceased. Once he was confronted with the idea of seeing his dad naked, he totally forgot about the abruptly ending blowjob. Ryan grabbed at his father's pants and helped him get them down. He finally got to see his father's dick. The first thing he thought was that it did look like his just bigger. Ryan stuck his tongue out to lick the tip of his father's dick. Once he found this was pleasant, he sucked on the entire head. Michael thought he might faint, his son's mouth felt so good on his cock. Ryan tried to take his father's entire eight inches but he began to gag so he backed up. Watching his son sucking dick was just getting him too hot; he was going to cum before he got to do what he really wanted to. He pulled Ryan's head off his cock, Ryan made a few futile attempts to get his father's tool back into his mouth, then looked up to see why he had been stopped. Michael looked down at his eager son and said, "I want to fuck you." Ryan's eyes studied the floor, then he looked up at his father, "will it hurt?" "Yes, but only for a little while then it feels really good." Ryan laid down on the rug and buried his face between his arms waiting for his father to deflower him. Michael all most came just looking at his son. He looked so frail waiting for his father to fuck him. "Get up on your knees." Ryan silently complied. Michael leaned down behind him and spread his cheeks apart. He paused to admire his son's little pink hole before licking up his son's crack. Ryan shivered as he felt his father's tongue pass his hole, that wasn't what he was expecting, but it felt nice. Michael began licking his son's asshole; Ryan began pushing his butt back wanting more of his dad's tongue. That is when Michael started fucking Ryan with his tongue. Ryan loved it; it was hard for him to keep still it felt so good. Michael replaced his tongue with one wet finger. Ryan slowed down and gently rocked against his father's finger. Soft moans were coming from Ryan. Michael asked, "Feel good?" Ryan nodded unable to speak. Michael removed his finger and stuck two in. Ryan's moans became louder. Michael could not wait any longer. He kneeled behind his son and positioned the head of his dick against his son's wet hole. That's when he remembered lube! He got up ran to the closest bathroom and got a bottle lube. Ryan did not move, he patiently waited for his father's return. Michael kneeled in front of his son's ass and began to squeeze lube between his crack. "That's cold," Ryan mumbled. Michael then used his two fingers to push the lube into his son's ass; Ryan began to moan again. Michael spread the lube over his cock and positioned himself to enter his son. He had to apply a lot of pressure to get the head in. He didn't even want to imagine how much that had to hurt Ryan. He asked Ryan if he was okay and Ryan just nodded. He said relax as he pushed in the first inch. Ryan grunted and tightened up around his father's dick. Michael waited for his son to relax and then began pushing it in again. It took some time but he finally was completely in his son. He told Ryan that he was going to pull out a little and then push it back in. Ryan nodded; he was in a lot of pain but wanted to do this for his father. After awhile of slowly fucking his son he felt Ryan totally relax and begin rocking to meet his father's thrust. The knowledge that his son was starting to enjoy himself turned Michael on immensely. He began to fuck his son harder and faster. Ryan began moaning and rocking harder to get as much of his father's cock as he could. It wasn't long before Ryan began to cum just from his father fucking him. This caused him to clench down on his father's dick, which sent Michael over the edge. He began spewing squirt and squirt of cum up his son's ass. He collapsed on top of him and they laid there until Michael was once again able to move. He pulled his softening cock out of his son's ass that suddenly felt very empty without his father's dick inside it. They made love twice more that night finally falling asleep in Michael's upstairs bedroom. The next morning they were awaken by the sound of the telephone ringing. While Ryan reached for the phone, the first thing Michael reached for was his son's ass. He began kissing down his son's back working his way to his ass. "Hey mom!" Ryan said after answering the phone. "Yeah, Michael is here." Ryan put the phone near his ass so his father could say hi. Michael looked up, said hi, and returned to licking his son's asshole. Ryan spread his legs to give his father easier access, while bringing the phone back to his ear. "Yeah, I am having tons of fun." "Michael's been taking good care of me." "I doubt we are going out today, we'll probably just lay around the house." "Well, have fun at work, tell dad I love him, talk to you later, bye mom." Ryan hung up the phone and buried his head in the pillow. "Do you know how hard it is not to moan when you are doing that?" Michael looked up at his continuously whining son and said in mock pity, "Poor baby." With that Ryan began wrestling with his father in the bed. Their eyes caught and they began kissing. Michael pulled back from his son's embraced and asked, "Is this all we will being doing all summer?" Ryan replied, "Oh, God. I hope so!" Michael smiled down at his beautiful child anxiously waiting for his next kiss. This was going to be one hell of a summer.