J&J and the 5 Be's, Part One

The Bulge

By Bix Meister

 

 

This is a story featuring gay men, and gay sex, intended for Adults, not Minors.  It is fiction, and as such is not based on any actual people or events.  It is a fantasy intended purely as a catalyst for pleasure.  No attempts have been made to portray safe sex, but the author encourages you to practice it.

 

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Notice, This chapter and series feature a relationship between adult father and son. If this is not your cup of tea, I suggest you check out my Snowplow series. If you already read my Snowplow series, you may find a character or two which are familiar.

 

 

The Bulge.

To me, being a young gay man, the bulge was always my magnet, it drew me in. My attraction to the bulge was hard wired, it was part of my DNA. The bulge could be on a confident man, who knows what he is showing, or a man who is unaware of the goods his bulge is advertising. But almost always, the bulge, was on a mature man.

It was the bulge of the forty-something guy at the gym. The bulge was noticeable, though contained by tight compression shorts, and camouflaged by loose sweats. The bulge is the one I timed my locker room and shower activities by. The bulge revealed itself weekly as we undressed, our glances acknowledging a tacit connection.

Then there's the bulge of my economics professor. The bulge of a man who distracted me enough, to make me forget it if was a Macro-Economic or Micro-Economic course I was taking. However, when I think of the bulge, I remember how he caught my glance, forcing me to listen, and ace his course. Then, the bulge reminds me. It was Macro-Economics. Indisputably Macro.

I was instantly drawn to the bulge of one of my coworkers. Not one of my gaming guys who were my age, but the one coworker that is old enough to my dad's older brother. The bulge that I notice every day at work, is the bulge which is featured in his second profile pic on GROWLr. The bulge, in that pic, is the one he warned me about when I asked him to open his pics. "Gee-rated" he said, trying to caution me. He was always professional, looking after me, yet keeping an appropriate distance.

I'll never forget the summer, two years ago, when I became acquainted with the bulge of my Dad's construction foreman. He came to Duluth to help me flip the house that I was to spend the next three years in. That bulge, was accentuated when he crouched, wearing only his construction boots, ratty denim shorts, and a jock. Surely, he knew what he was doing to me, thrusting that bulge in my direction as I removed the last of the staples from the hardwood floors.

But most of all of them, is the bulge that gave me life. I'd see that bulge in his work pants when he'd come home after a busy day. I'd spy the bulge when he'd doze off on movie night, laying back, his legs crossed, forcing that bulge front and center. And the man who was responsible for the bulge, was in his Jeep Wrangler, on his way to see me. The bulge that I tried to keep out of my mind, was the bulge that I tried to measure up to. It was a nearly impossible task.

"I'll be there in two hours, be ready," his text said. Be Ready was one of his 5-Be's: Be Ready, Be Honest, Be Yourself, Be Your Best and Be Loving. My dad did his best to role model these to me, but didn't cut himself any slack if he screwed up. I looked at my cell phone. I had one hour left on my alarm. When dad said, he would be here in two hours, I found that you could set your clock to it. He was a man of his word.

He was on his way up for a father and son weekend in honor of my 21^st birthday. I had wanted to spend the time with my friends having a guy weekend, but dad came first. His plans were vague, which was somewhat of an anomaly for my dad. I just needed to have an overnight bag packed with at least one dressier outfit. Everything else was going to be a surprise.

I wasn't sure what the weekend was going to hold, but I was more than happy to be spending it with my dad. Like every father and son, we didn't always see eye to eye, but because we had the 5-Be's, we could communicate with each other.

He taught me Be Loving, first. His fledgling construction company meant he didn't always have the time with me that he or I wanted. Yet, he was always a hands-on father, up to a point. He'd give me direction, and encouragement, never letting me see his disappointment when I failed.

That is how I learned Be Your Best. I liked sports, and hockey was my sport of choice. Having a father who was a star on the 1978 Minnesota State High School Hockey Champs, meant the bar was set impossibly high. I was a fourth-line player on a second-rate team. Despite his schedule, my dad was at every game, cheering me on.

He also used to train me, skate with me, and shower with me. We'd go to the outdoor rink a few blocks from home and work on my puck handling skills. Dad was thirty-five years my senior, but he would keep up with me, and everyone else on the ice. No one could measure up to him in my eyes.

But when we'd get home, that is where, no one measured up to him. After my birth, dad built the family a new house in an up and coming Twin Cities suburb. He always foresaw me playing hockey, and planned the house accordingly. There was an entrance off the garage to the basement. Down there we had a huge shower room right off a large mudroom. We'd get undressed, store our gear, and then shower together.

Yep, no one could measure up to my father. It became obvious later, as I started to shower with other men, but even when I was young, I realized my dad was hung. He was not necessarily long, but the thickness of his knob, and the heft of his balls let me know what was packing the bulge.

Then my hormones started to flow, and my own dick and balls fleshed out. I realized it was definitely a case of like father, like son. I may not have lived up to his hockey playing legacy, but I was inch for inch, a man just like my dad. He even acknowledged it, pointing it out in the shower, or snapping a towel at me post-shower. "You're gonna have a hard time keeping the women away with that dick, Son," he would say to me as he would off handedly jostle it in the shower. He'd then grab his own, "I know mine got me into a lot of trouble before your Mom made me an honest man."

He was so open about the male body and sex. Once when I was about thirteen, he caught me masturbating, and he didn't scold me. In fact, he let me know it was okay. "Take your time son. You'll enjoy it more." He grabbed my dick to demonstrate. He only held it for a second, but it was a memory for a lifetime. I swear I saw his bulge grow as got up to leave. "Guess I need to give you a lock to your door." The next day, he installed a new, lockable door knob.

Personally, I didn't always get the distinction between Be Honest, and Be Yourself. I'd push dad for clarification, but he would only say "You'll understand it someday." I really don't know which "Be" I used when I came out to him, I only know that is when he stopped being hands-on.

Yep, I failed my dad's dreams. I was the boy he had waited for, after mom gave birth to three daughters. I was the one who was supposed to go to management school and help him grow his construction company into a company that would fund my future. I was supposed to give him a grandson who could carry on his name, his company and his legacy.

Instead, I had to Be Honest, and Be Myself and come out as a gay son.

After the initial shock about me being gay, he came around. He was supportive, but found an excuse to stop our showers. He still held out hope that I would go to business school at the University of Minnesota. Then I revealed that I had my dreams set on a nursing degree at a college two hours north, and another dream was shattered.

I still remember the day I told him my decision about college. "Who was the idiot who told you to Be Yourself?" he yelled. He then started laughing. "I guess despite our differences, you are truly my son." Then he hugged me. It was our first hands-on experience in years. His closeness, his scent, his bulge, the bulge, caused my own to grow. He couldn't help but feel it. He let go quickly. I caught a glance at his crotch. The bulge had grown.

So here I was. In a few months, I would be finished with classes and I would have clinicals for the next year. I was going to be staying in Duluth where I had a job already lined up. My house, which I had bought and renovated with help from my dad and his company, was no longer seen as an investment we could flip on graduation. It was going to be my home, and my renters would have to find new accommodations. This was Dad's weekend to say goodbye to his kid, and hello to the man I had become.

I glanced at my phone. I had fifteen minutes before he would show. I heard the distinctive GROWLr ring and clicked on the icon. It was Brent from work.

"Hey buddy, good luck tonight with the Pops. Whatever happens, you got this."

"B, I know I talk like he is a pain, but in the end, he loves me, he always will. I just don't think he totally is comfortable with the gay thing."

"He and I grew up in a different era J. It's hard for a guy like him."

I loved how Brent would call me J and I would call him B. B, though almost 40 years older than me, was my favorite co-worker. My dad wasn't happy that I took a job while at school, but I knew I needed it, to follow his rule of Be Yourself.

Oddly, I connected with Brent, over our mutual love of a certain Kanye and Jay Z song. I was blown away that someone in his late 50's knew the song. We'd pass each other in the store, and I would say "That shit cray."

"Ain't it J." he'd reply.

Then one day, I was checking my viewers on GROWLr and a familiar smile was staring back at me. I quickly clicked on his profile. I smiled, seeing that he claimed his pictures were "Gee-rated." So, this older guy, one that I trusted, and secretly lusted over, was gay?

I remember his first GROWLr message. "Ummmm, this is awkward."

"Ummmm, yeah. This IS awkward," I replied.

I quickly looked again at his profile.

"So... what does Gino think of you being on an app meant for picking up men? And how did I not know you were even out, or gay?"

"I am more honest than out J. And Gino knows I use this to keep in touch with friends."

Our initial awkward greeting, turned into a long discussion about what it was like being gay, both in his era, and mine. It was that day that he became my mentor, wanting to avoid the conflicts that could happen in a work situation. Not that I would turn Brent down. The bulge was a magnet I would have to work hard to repel.

I looked again at my phone. He would be here in a minute. "Listen bud, gotta go. Pops is probably down the street," I texted to Brent.

"Good luck, young man. I am about ready to punch into work" He messaged.

As usual, I checked my GROWLr for recent viewers before shutting it down. Brent was the most recent. The previous viewer was one of my "favorites." Though his icon was the anonymous bear icon I knew his name "RockHard". I quickly checked his profile, hoping he'd turn on his location and I'd finally see his proximity. Nothing had changed, yet his profile still made me hard. The "I am" section listed Bear, Daddy and Top. The About section said "Hung mature male, top, looking for younger, hairy, hung men."

When I first saw him in my viewers list a few months back, I thought someone was barking up my tree, loud enough for me to send him a "Growl." Our short text conversations quickly became lengthy. It was like this man knew my every need and wanted to teach me how to make love to a man. I had experience, but not what my mystery man was offering.

"Whoever gets that hole first, must be worthy of a stud like you," he texted.

He would often text me. "Still intact?" was the simplest. His texts would get me hard, and I would have to go looking for action. One time I closed the app, and then went to the downtown sauna where I hooked up with a not so hung guy who claimed to be a top, yet ultimately wanted me, to top him. This time, I had to ignore RockHard's view since my dad was close, I closed the app, then waited. The car horn, and phone alarm went off at the same minute.

I ran out to greet him. Dad stood 6'2" of muscle, gut, fur and the bulge. The last time I saw him was Christmas, so I ran into his arms. He lifted me off the ground, his back arching, to lift my 6'3" body.

"Great seeing you J," he smiled, then put me down. He stepped back to appraise me. "God, you look great. You must be working out more."

"You always told me Be Your Best. When you are selling yourself as an expert in Sports Medicine, you have to look the part."

Dad stepped forward as I stood there. Though it was a warm day for March, there was still a bit of snow on the ground, and my short sleeves weren't sufficient cover, for the chill in the air. I crossed my arms, wanting to retain body heat.

Dad touched my biceps, running his hands over them. "I'd say you are looking the part young man. Look at those biceps, and your pecs." I flexed subconsciously for his approval. "Yep you are definitely looking the part."

His touch felt like old times. I came out to him on my fifteenth birthday, so it had been six years to the date, that he had been so intimate with me. Remembering the significance of the day, he looked at me. "Happy Birthday Son. I have a great weekend planned for us. Are you packed?"

"Be Ready" you told me, Dad. Do you expect any less than ready from me?"

"Then go grab your bag J. Time's a wasting they say. But, time spent with my only son, is never wasted."

"Come on in Dad. It will only take me a minute to grab everything. You can see what I've done to our investment."

Inside I showed Dad my new office. I had converted the bedroom on the lower level to an office once my first tenant moved out. I designed the built-in shelves and desk to fit in with the architecture of the home. Dad ran a finger over the wooden shelves. "You know J, Kurt still talks highly of you. He told me your work was impeccable."

"Well, doing a job right is part of "Be Your Best" Dad. You, of all people know this. People take pride in owning a J Wilson home."

"With work like this, you could come work for me any day. You know the door is always open, and I have my sights on a project near UMD."

"I thought we've been over this before. I got a job lined up, I wish that just once you'd accept it."

He struggled for a minute. "J, I do. It is just that. It is just that it is tough to see dreams slip away. I fucked up buddy, and I am trying to work on it. However, it isn't easy."

"C'mon, I'll grab my phone, a jacket and my bag. We can get on with your weekend."

"It's our weekend son. I've planned this for us, so we can both move on." Dad picked up one of my Harry Potter books. "Hurry up, I'll be out in the car. C'mon Harry, I'm taking you to Hogwarts."

I smiled at our nickname for the main building at the College of St. Scholastica. It did have more than a passing resemblance to Hogwarts, and as a young Harry Potter fan, that resemblance was one of the reasons I was interested in their college. For three years, straight, I dressed up as the young wizard on Halloween, growing out of it, as my body started to mature.

In the car, Dad put his hand on my knee. I looked over, and noticed his bulge, that bulge. "Where'd you get the pants? They fit you like a glove," he asked.

Dad, you know that clothing company with the funny commercials that you send me the links to? They have a store downtown."

"Is it close to Sheraton Hotel? Cuz, to let the cat out of the bag, that is where we are staying tonight."

Dad took his hand off my knee, and put the Jeep into drive. "It's a beautiful day up here. Too bad it is too early for top down weather, otherwise I would take you out into the woods and we could hit some trails. Instead I plan for a more urban expedition."

"So Hogwarts, then the Hotel, then what?"

"My son is turning 21. I am ordering him his first legal martini. I heard there is a restaurant adjacent to the hotel that specializes in them."

Just then my GROWLr alarm notification went off. I casually checked it, then turned down the volume on my ringer.

"This weekend is just us Son. You can text your buddies to let them know, but I expect that phone to be off when we get to the hotel."

"Sorry about that Dad, and noted. I will follow your rules."

"Son, I don't have any rules except my 5-B's. I just don't want any distractions from our time together. I hope you understand."

Dad's hand was on my knee, as we wended through the residential area that led to Hogwarts. Was he trying to work on the "Be Loving" rule? He gave me a side glance. "The beard looks good on you, young man. I can't believe that my kid who was so scrawny, has grown up so much." He flicked my beard with his knuckles. "Where did the years go, and how can I get `em back?"

"Regret nothing Dad. You did the best you could, having a son like me."

"What do you mean? "Having a son like me." J, you have given me every reason to be proud. I haven't always shown it."

Silently we drove down the long entrance to Hogwarts. On the way, I saw my Macro-Economic professor get into his car. I thought back to how he would lean against the ledge of the chalkboard, cross his thick legs, and thrust that bulge in my direction. It was always in my direction. Two weeks into the course, we were given assigned seating. I was dead center, three rows back.

His jacket would be pulled aside as he tried to make a point. I was the type of student who could get good grades, just by attending. But my Economics Professor held my attention when he leaned back like that. He'd often make his jacket and tie look more casual by wearing his firehose pants. He was the inspiration when I purchased the pants I was wearing.

"What kind of guy are you into?"

Dad's question pulled me out of my reverie. "It' hard to put it into words Dad."

"I noticed it's hard. That is why I asked."

I looked down. My cock was causing my bulge to be near obscene.

"It's okay J. You got the Wilson curse. It must make you popular with the guys."

I found myself speechless. "Well..."

"Sorry buddy. Did I go too far? I just want to Be Honest with my boy." Dad always emphasized when he used one of the 5-B's.

"I'm not sure if I feel comfortable yet. Give me some time Dad. I want to Be Honest with you too."

"J, I got nothing but time for you this weekend."

Dad pulled into the lot as the Professor pulled out. "Now that's a good-looking man," Dad said. He looks like the kind of guy who works out."

"Dad, I got one question."

"Shoot J."

"Who the fuck possessed your body?"

Dad chuckled, then parked the car. "Just trying to get to know my son. If you were straight, I could talk freely about women, couldn't I? C'mon. I just want to walk your campus one more time before the end of the year. I won't get this chance next year."

We walked and talked about my future job and remaining classes. Dad's arms were around me almost the entire time. I was relatively out on campus, so I was greeted by a variety of friends, some blatantly queer. One crew-cut, tattooed dyke caught Dad's attention. "She looks like Julia's type" Dad whispered.

"So finally, you feel comfortable enough to talk about Julia?"

"J, don't take this wrong, but I'm at the place in my life where I realize I have to stop pretending that I have a son who wants to take over the business, when I have a more than capable daughter."

"You sure do." Julia was the second born daughter, and though it took her a while, she was the first of the Wilson siblings to come out. With her engineering degree, Dad was certain that she would move to a larger metro area than the Twin Cities, and pursue a high salaried position. However, she wanted nothing more than to help his business.

"She might also give me the grandson I have always wanted. She and J3 have been planning on one." I had to laugh at J3. Julia had fallen in love with a woman whose name was Julia, but called herself J. Since there was already two J's in the family, she became J3.

"Dad, what's up? Is there something I need to be aware of? We have never talked this way before."

"Just trying to Be Honest, J. I couldn't Be Honest with you six years ago. Today, you are a man, so I have to be." Dad put his arms around me again. "C'mon, let's go check into the hotel, and have dinner."

On the way back to the Jeep, Dad threw me the keys. "This is your town now, you drive."

This was the Jeep, the new Jeep. I always got to drive the second or third-hand Jeep, never the new one. Something was up.

I pulled out of the lot. "Hey J, I forgot deodorant, can you drive by your store? I've never been inside it."

I look a right at the light, and started towards my store. When I came north for school, Dad was adamant that I concentrate on school, and not be employed. Within three months I was bored, and needed a diversion. In addition, the money I earned, could help for the things that I didn't want Dad to know about. My job meant I could pay for trips to the sauna, or my various dating apps. Against his wishes, I applied, and took seasonal employment. That seasonal job had lasted almost three years.

In the employee part of the parking lot, I spied Brent's Jeep Renegade. "I like that new body J. What do you think?"

"Oh, that is owned by a friend of mine, Brent. He really likes its utility and size."

"You'll have to introduce me to your friend."

"Okay." I hesitated, knowing the difference in our ages. It was funny walking the store with my Dad for the first time. Being out of my usual "work uniform" I blended in with all the other shoppers. Many of my team mates didn't recognize me.

Dad, as usual, caught everyone's attention. Looking younger than his 56 years helped. So did his silver-white goatee, and horned rimmed glasses. We walked quickly to the health and beauty aisles, and found his deodorant. "Where does Brent work?" he asked.

"I think he is scheduled in Men's tonight."

"Oh, that's too bad. It would have been great having him join us for dinner."

We made our way to Men's where Brent had his back to us while he straightened tables. He looked up, did a double take. "J, I didn't expect to see you, Happy Birthday Buddy. This must be your Dad. I can see the resemblance."

"The acorn didn't fall too far from the tree, did he?" Dad held out his hand, "You must be Brent. Tell me, what do you think of that Renegade of yours?"

"After one winter season of driving it up and down the hills in Duluth, I don't know how I lived without it. So, tell me, what are your plans this weekend?"

"I plan to take my son out, and make up for everything."

"The way he talks about you, you have nothing to make up for. He idolizes you Mr. Wilson.

"Call me J."

"Wait, there's two Js?"

"Three if you count my daughter's wife."

Brent shot me a quizzical look as my dad looked down at the shirts that Brent had been straightening. I shrugged, because I had no plausible answer for how my dad was acting.

Dad looked at Brent's wedding band, then up. "So, Brent, how long have you and your husband been together?"

"Twenty-two years. Gino and I made it legal when the state did."

"Thirty-five years here bud. I can't say that it's been smooth sailing, but it's like that big lake you have down there. Sometimes it is choppy, but the calm waters can take your breath away. I'm in it for the long haul. Sounds like you are too."

"Definitely, I only hope that my friend J here can find the same."

Dad reached for Brent's hand. "You're a man after my heart. When you get home tonight, give your loving husband a big-assed hug from me, will ya?" As if to clarify his intentions, Dad pulled Brent into a hug. "You know, we could be brothers, we even wear the same glasses."

"We do, don't we?"

"Listen Brent, You and Gino must join us, when J here graduates. I will not accept any excuses."

"You don't look like the type of man I could say no to Mr.- uh - I mean J."

"Then don't. It is as simple as that."

I really couldn't figure out what was up with my Dad. I don't remember ever mentioning Brent before, yet he knew he was gay, and married. He was giving hugs freely, and sounded supportive of his two gay children. I was about to head to the check-out when he said. "Oh, I forgot one thing near the pharmacy, I'll meet you out in the Jeep."

I grabbed a pack of gum, paid for it, and then got into the Jeep. I got out my phone and quickly saw the text from Brent. "How did he know I was gay and married? I thought you wouldn't talk to him about me."

"I dunno, That shit cray."

"Ain't it J."

Dad poked his head in the window. "I thought I said no cell phone, no texting."

"Dad, fuck, it's only Brent."

"You may be twenty-one, but no son of mine will talk to me that way."

So much for Be Loving I thought. I looked over. It was my turn to put my hands on his knee. "Dad, sorry, I do have a question. How did you know about Brent? I don't remember telling you that he was gay, and married."

"J, his wedding band was on the right hand which is not traditional. I know some of the gay men who are closer to my age, would wear their ring on that finger to be different from the norm. He's a nice guy, you can learn a lot from him."

He then looked in the side mirror. "He's a good-looking guy. Is he your type?"

I pulled out of the lot and headed towards downtown. I didn't feel any more comfortable answering this question, than I did earlier. We were only about five minutes away from the hotel. The expanse of Lake Superior that embraced us as we drove past the Copper Top Church, caught my attention. I remembered what Dad said about smooth sailing.

"Dad, what's up with you and Mom?"

"Never better J. Why do you ask?"

"You compared your relationship to a choppy Lake Superior, Dad. What better reason do I need?"

"If you don't have choppy waters in 35 years of marriage, then you aren't doing it right. I won't go into details, but I screwed up recently, that's the rough patch. I see nothing but smooth waters now. But you know the weather around here, it can change in a minute."

I reflected on what he said. I had to take it at face value. On my twenty-first birthday, was he forcing me to be a man?

I found the lot for the hotel, and searched for a space. Since it was off-season for tourism, I found a spot with no problems. Hotel check-in was just as quick and we were soon up in our room.

The room was eight stories up, overlooking the Lake. I put down my overnight case, then strode to the window. I had lived here for four years, and still couldn't get over its immense size.

My Dad's hand landed on my shoulder. "Awe inspiring, isn't it? I was against you moving here buddy, but I get it, I get it. Listen, I'm gonna take a shower, wanna join me for old times' sake?" Dad punctuated his sentence, with a slap on my ass.

"Nah, I'm good, I showered a little over an hour before you arrived."

"Suit yourself. I just know I need one."

Dad opened his suitcase, and pulled out his toiletry bag. He started to undress, nonchalantly. It was the openness about his body that I remember from when I was younger. It was the openness that I had missed.

He stood there before me, ruffled the silver fur on his chest, then absent mindedly stroked his dick and balls. "It feels good to get the clothes off if you want to join me."

He turned, and walked past the seating area, towards the bathroom, grabbing his phone on the way. Damn, that ass, that dick, those balls. I was having very erotic thoughts about my Dad, and he was doing nothing to stop it. He started the shower, stepped in and drew the curtain partially. From my vantage point I could see his reflection in the mirror.

"Hey J, I got something for you in the bag. If you're like me, you'll need them," Dad yelled, trying to out shout the sound of the shower.

I walked over to the table where the bag laid. I opened it. Magnum condoms. FUCK!

My shit just got cray. I went back to the window, wanting to see calm waters.

"I hope you're not fucking anyone, unprotected" he yelled. My shit just got cray-er.

He stopped the shower. "And I hope that no one has fucked you, unless he was worthy of you."

I couldn't answer him. I wasn't comfortable with this line of conversation. I heard him towel dry while he was in the bathroom, I heard him pick up his phone and take a selfie. My Dad was taking a hotel bathroom selfie. I heard him make a few clicks on his phone. Was he sexting mom? Was my 56-year-old dad, sexting my 54-year-old mom?

I looked back towards Lake Superior. Concentrating on the lake, I found peace. I heard a buzz from my phone, and looked down. It was a GROWLr message from my RockHard.

"It's alright. Answer it."

I felt a hand on my shoulder, I pulled away, he pulled me nearer, I felt his thick dick against my ass. "Go ahead, answer it."

I looked again at my phone. I was caught eight floors up, between the glass, and a hard cock. The hard cock belonged to my dad. It was the cock that made me. "Go ahead, answer it, son," his voice pleaded.

I could barely squeak out a "No."

I felt the cold metal of his phone against my neck, my body shivered as he ground his dick into me. I felt him tap out a simple text. "Answer it now, son."

I leaned over. His dick felt great against my ass. I picked up the phone, and opened it using my fingerprint ID. I clicked on the GROWLr Icon, then went to my messages. The generic bear icon that usually showed, was replaced by the bathroom selfie that my father had just taken. I clicked on it.

"Sup?"

"Tonight, you become a man."

"But not on an empty stomach. Let's get dressed."

Dad spun me around. His face was inches away from mine, his dick grazed my bulge. "Yeah, you've been talking to me for months' buddy. You gotta be careful what you tell strangers on these apps."

I wanted to push him away, but I felt powerless.

"Son, I know all about the Professor, that was him today, wasn't it? I also know about the man at the gym, and your trips to the sauna. I also know about Kurt and how you fucked him at bare-butt beach. Still intact?" he asked, raising his eyebrow. I nodded yes.

"Son, you are lucky you have a man like Brent in your life. As I have talked to you over the last few months, I realized he was there for you when I wasn't. Your Mom and I had plans for you. When you became of age, I was going to teach you how to make love to a woman. We just weren't ready for a gay son."

I looked down. I felt like I had let down my dad once again. Then I noticed his hard dick. I had caught him many times before, semi-hard, but this was a full on, pre-cum-leaking, boner.

He lifted my head and whispered. "It's yours son. It's the dick that made you, now it's the dick that will make you a man."

"Are you gay, Dad?" I finally found my voice.

"No son, I'm bi, but mainly straight, and I play. That is the rough spot. Mom caught Kurt and I playing after a Vike's football game one day. There's irony for you. I spent 6 years avoiding the touch of my gay son, but I let my most trusted employee blow me. What part of Be Honest was I not understanding there? Huh!"

"I know, right," I laughed. "You could also chalk that up to Be Yourself Dad.

"HASHTAG IKR" Dad laughed, then stepped back. His dick wasn't as hard as it was moments before. He shot me a serious look. "This is a one-time deal bud, you gotta understand it. I owe it to you. I was going to guide you as you lost your virginity to a woman, but instead I let you make your own mistakes."

"But that is how most gay men learn, Dad."

"And most gay men, don't have a father like me."

"No, they don't." My stomach growled.

"C'mon, let's get you dressed, J."

"Looks like you're the naked one, J. Maybe we need to get you dressed." His dick jumped at my words, I chanced it. "Or, we could call room service."

"My handsome son deserves a man who will take him on dates. You do want a man, don't you? From what you told RockHard, you like your guys well-seasoned, so to speak."

I realized that I had confided too much in RockHard. Then I thought. "Dad, why were you on GROWLr in the first place?"

"It's part of how your Mom and I are dealing with this. She'd rather that I was finding NSA sex in the open, than hiding it. GROWLr is just a bit safer than Craig's List. When I saw your profile, I thought it was a way to keep an eye on my boy. Make that, my man." Dad slapped my ass, then kissed me quickly. "I'll teach you how to do that too, J, but first I gotta feed you."

I thought I could buy time. "And first, you gotta get dressed."

"You do too, J. I hope you packed for the best restaurant in town."

"Dad, Duluth is a casual place, even the better restaurants have relaxed dress codes."

I pulled away, and walked over to the bed, and my overnight bag. Then I noticed it, there was only one bed in the room. This was his plan from the start. He surely had a lot of balls, thinking that I would buy into his plan. But I was buying into it, I was.

I opened the case, and pulled out my shirt and dress slacks. Dad gave me a frown. "No tie, huh? I'm glad I brought along a second one."

My dad was old school. Hell, even this was old school when I thought about it. It was on my fifteenth birthday when he started to tell me about the birds and the bees and how he was going to take me to Duluth to lose my virginity. "It's what your grandpa did for me, and I plan to do it for you," he explained.

"And exactly how do you plan to do it for your gay son?" my fifteen year-old self, asked.

Yep, that is how I came out to my Dad. That is the exact moment when the naked showers ended. That is when I lost his touch.

I think Dad read my mind. "J, I should defer to you. This is, your town." He shook his head and slumped onto the chair. "We can forget all about this. I thought I was just carrying on the Wilson tradition. But I fear I am taking it a bit too far."

Dad looked up at me. "What do you say to dinner, and then I drop you off at your home? Or better yet, why don't I take you to a bar where you can hook up with a man of your liking?"

"Dad, there is no better man on earth. I think I need your guidance tonight."

Dad pulled me into his arms, kissing me passionately. He grabbed my right arm, guiding my hand to his lengthening dick. "Feel that J. Feel the weight of it, feel the heat of it. That's a man's dick you are holding."

I did as I was told.

"Stoke the length of it buddy. Feel the veins that snake up to the head. Damn son, you have me oozing pre-cum. Use that thumb of yours to smear it around my big knob."

Dad went back to kissing me as I played with the head of his dick. My thumb was getting slick from his ooze. Dad leaned back in the chair. "Get closer to it son, breathe in the scent of the dick that made you, rub it against your young beard."

I got between Dad's legs, held eight inches of my Father's dick up, then took a big huff of it.

"Yeah, you're hooked J. You're a cocksucker, alright."

"You told me to Be Honest, so. Damn right I am Dad." I leaned the heft of Dad's dick towards my mouth, I looked up at his ice blue eyes.

He saw my questioning look. A warm smile came over him. "Be Loving," he said.

I slowly licked his knob, then started to suck my Dad. The urgency in his voice was gone, replaced by understanding, and care. "Taste my pre-cum slowly J. Wilson juice is like fine wine. Don't hurry it boy, we got all night."

I looked up at him. "Enough with the boy, crap."

"You'll always be my boy, Son. Never forget that.

"I have no plans to do so, Dad." I engulfed his dick again, allowing it to plunge deep into my mouth. I pulled on the bull-balls that were partially responsible for his bulge, that bulge that triggered all my desires.

"Tug gently J. Your man will give you feedback. Some like their balls yanked. Me, I like them rolled gently. If I am lucky the guy will suckle them one by one into his hot mouth."

I held his spit-coated dick straight up. "I guess you are lucky today J." I sucked in one of his balls, two would be too much.

"I'm lucky any day you are with me J," Dad said. I kept going from one ball to the other, savoring their musk. His recent shower hadn't removed their essence. "That's it boy," he whispered. Churn up the cream that made you." His voice cracked. "You know son, it would be much more comfortable if you lost those clothes and we messed up that bed for a little while."

I got up from between his legs, then slowly started to strip. Dad went over to the bed where he laid down, and slowly edged his dick while I removed my pants. I turned and stepped out of my Buck Naked boxer-briefs slowly. I heard him whistle as I did so. "Still intact," I assured him.

"That's one beautiful ass, J. The man who gets that is gonna be lucky."

I turned. "Consider yourself lucky, J."

I quickly removed my shirt and socks, then joined Dad on the bed. I sidled up between his outstretched legs, and nestled my dick against his. Dad grabbed the two thick cocks and laughed. "We look like twins. We both are barely bigger than my Dad's dick."

"You mean you have seen Grandpa's dick, hard?"

"I told you he took me to Duluth to lose my virginity. He was a cheap bastard, he only sprang for one hooker." Dad laughed again. "He also taught me how to masturbate. I've perfected his technique since then."

"You may get by tonight without having to spring for dinner at this rate," I said, inching further up his body. I soon had my dick in line with his face. I used it to slap his cheek. "Now show me how to suck, J."

Dad proved he was no novice, by deep throating me in one fell swoop. His enthusiasm for my cock caused his glasses to sit askew, so I removed them, then placed them on the end table. "That's right, that's your boy's dick. It's the dick that your juice made. You were born a cocksucker, you just recently learned the truth."

He held my dick away from his face. "Damn right I am. But think about it boy. You are lucky I waited, or the sperm that made you, could have been swallowed by some leather guy at the `90's."

I was close to cumming, and that image nearly put me over the edge. I wanted something else. I yanked my dick free. "We got a big king bed that is going to waste. Why don't you teach me how to sixty-nine, Dad?"

"From the evidence I have in front of me, teaching you anything about sex is a moot point at this moment. But I like a sixty-nine as well as the next fella. And this big bed is going to waste."

He laid himself on his side, encouraging me to complete the circle. "Suck your Dad's dick, son. It is you after all."

I got what he was saying. It was my dick staring back at me. If I was limber enough, it would almost be like I was self-sucking. I started to suck my dad, he mimicked my every movement. We rode the waves of orgasm for a good twenty minutes, edging ourselves closer to the big splash.

Dad broke free. "I feel it coming Son, I feel `bout to break free. Suck me Son. Drink the Wilson Juice that made you.

Dad laid his dickhead on my tongue, I felt, then tasted his first spurt. He started to swallow mine. His mouth pistoned away, cleaning my 8 inches, tasting my own Wilson Juice.

I fell back, looking at the ceiling. I couldn't help but stare at the void.

Dad sensed something was up. "Damn, J, I hope I didn't fuck this up." He laid beside me, stroking my own furry chest. When I didn't recoil, he got his answer.

"Dad, you are my dream man. I've already learned everything I need to learn from you, about loving another man, I didn't need for you to do this."

"J, I know this now. But I didn't know this before. I hope you don't hold this against me. Incest isn't right you know."

"Dad, you taught me the 5-Be's. It isn't the 5-Be's and the one, Incest isn't right." You told me to Be Ready, Be Yourself, Be Your Best, Be Honest, and most of all, Be Loving. You gave me all of that today, especially the Be Loving part. If we never make love again, I will Be Ready for the man who can fill your shoes, and finally fuck my ass."

I shook my head. Was I really talking this openly about sex, gay sex with my dad?

"That shit cray." I muttered to myself

"Ain't it J" Dad answered.

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