Date: Sun, 24 Feb 2013 16:54:45 -0800 (PST) From: Dave Ledge Subject: My Son, Daniel Hello to all. I wrote this story for a new reader. He and I are both characters. Names and characteristics have not been changed to protect the "innocent". Grin. P.S. Please support Nifty! P.P.S. I'm mikedave@yahoo.com. I always answer emails. Daniel My cell phone buzzed. I looked down at the number. It was the call I had been dreading. Nevertheless, I knew I had to answer. "Hello Daniel", I said. "Dad!" was all he could get out. I could hear the turmoil in that one word. I had figured he wouldn't take this well. I gave him time to compose his thoughts. Soon enough he continued. "Mom called. Is it true?" he demanded, tears in his voice apparent. "Yes, Daniel. It's true." "But why? I thought you both loved each other and were happy with each other?" "Daniel, at one point we did love each other, but not anymore. We've grown steadily apart over the years. The only thing keeping us together was you. Now that you're off to college, we realized that we didn't have to stay together any more." I could hear him start to interrupt, start to argue. "Look Daniel, I've got some vacation days stored up. I'll drive over to see you on Friday and we can talk about all of this face to face. How does that sound?" "I guess so, Dad." "I know you're in shock Daniel. Just let it all go for now. I'll see in you in a couple of days, ok Son?" I could tell he was agreeing by his silence. We soon sent each other our love and said our goodbyes and hung up. I looked around the apartment I had just rented and shook my head. Well, this wasn't going to be a fun weekend, but it had to be done. I went into the bathroom and stripped off my briefs, the only thing I was wearing. I looked into the mirror and studied what I saw. While I didn't see a male model looking back at me, I did see a good-looking man, in reasonably good shape. Yeah, a bit too soft around the middle, but good strong chest. Dark brown hair with just a bit of white at the temples. Nice legs. 6'1. I turned on the shower and thought about Friday. After a long six-hour drive I arrived from Massachusetts at the Central New York college campus where my son was a second-year student. I managed to find visitor parking, since it wasn't any kind of special weekend. I threw my suit bag over my shoulder and walked across campus to my son's dorm room. He had texted me this morning that his roommate would be gone for the weekend so I could stay with him and not have to get a room at the Inn in town. I decided to take the steps up to the third floor, where I knew Daniel's room was. I was always looking for more ways to get exercise. My desk job wasn't too good for that! It only took one knock and the door opened all in a rush. Daniel ran out into the hall, grabbed me, bear hugged me, and started crying, all at once! I barely kept my balance and managed to finally get us both into his room, without disengaging him. "Oh, Daniel", was all I could get out. I just held him until he wound down, stroking his head, hair, and shoulders, trying to calm him. He finally released me, tried to grin, and said, "Welcome to my humble abode!" I appreciated the attempt at humor and gave him a real smile. That brought a better smile to his face, if still weak. I glanced around the room. I had expected to see a typical 20-year old's dorm room, with clothes strewn all about, books on the floor, and unmade beds. Instead, the room was clean and organized. It was obvious that someone kept order in here. I nodded my approval. Daniel finally gave me a real smile when he understood. "Dad, I'm not a baby, you know. I do know how to clean up after myself. You and Mom certainly taught me how!" However, the thought of his Mom made his eyes moist and his lips quiver a bit. I decided to interrupt that thought process quickly. "No, Daniel, you're not a boy. You're a fine young man, I'm glad to say!" He looked at me then with a funny expression and looked me over, seeming to assess me. Finally, he looked me in the eyes and said, "Dad, I've really thought about you and Mom. I decided that I can go with whatever makes you both happy." I beamed at him and reached over to him and gave him a tight hug of approval. He held on to me longer than normal and gave me such a tight hug I could feel his body quite well. Hmmm. I decided that that showed the strong emotion he was still feeling from the shock about the divorce. After we let each other go, I studied his face and said, "That's my Daniel, truly a fine young man!" That got another real smile. I looked at him with approval. He really was a fine young man. He favored his mother instead of me. He was 5'9 and probably around 165 pounds. He had curly dark hair and a perpetually open and wry expression, even if now it was also tinged with sadness. He only had on a tight tee shirt and shorts, showing off his nice boyish body. A little bit of hair was visible on his chest through the white tee, matching his hairy legs. Wondering about his lack of clothing on a cold February day, I suddenly realized his room was not warm, but hot, and raised my brows in a question. He understood. "Yeah, Dad, this building is so old the heat doesn't work quite right. And since this is the top floor all the heat winds up here anyway. You'll want to take some of your clothes off if you're in here for long." I nodded to him and decided to get comfortable like him. I took off my coat and scarf, giving them to him to hang up in his organized closet. I then took off my shirt, showing I was wearing a tight tee like him. I then took off my pants and revealed my briefs. "I'm sorry, Daniel, I didn't think to bring any shorts with me in the winter. Is this ok?" I saw he was eyeing me with a funny expression. "Just fine", he said, with a bit of a catch in his voice. He motioned me to join him on his bed. We both lay down next to each other on top of the covers. It really was hot in his room. After a few minutes of companionable silence I realized I was sweating a little bit, even though I wasn't wearing very much. Daniel was, too, it seems. He asked if I would mind if he took his shirt and shorts off. I replied that it was just "us guys". He smiled and stripped down to his briefs. Yeah, definitely a good-looking young man I thought. He suggested I do that same. Well, I was happy to do that and keep my tee clean. I hadn't brought that many changes of clothing with me. We then lay down again, next to each other, barely touching, just enjoying the silence and being together. After a few minutes, he scooted closer to me and put his head on my chest and started stroking my chest very softly, just like he used to do when he was a boy. I smiled at the memory and snuggled a bit into him. After several minutes went by, he smiled and thanked me for comforting him. I laughed a bit and reminded him that he used to lie on me like this when he was a boy. He laughed, too, and said I used to always make him feel better when he was boy when I let him lie on me. He snuggled in even closer, despite the heat and put his arms around me, drawing me onto my side into his grasp as he, too, moved onto his side. His arms brought us even closer, so that our nearly naked bodies were in complete contact. With one arm he maintained the hold and our contact. With the other he was stroking my back. Without really thinking about it, I suddenly realized my cock was getting hard. It had been a long time since I had had anything like sex and the feeling of a nearly naked body against mine was turning me on, not too surprisingly. However, this was my son, after all! I instinctively tried to put some distance between us. However, he wasn't having that! He used both arms and hands to tighten his hold on me. I then dimly realized he was now moving up and down, a bit, to start to rub his now sweaty, nearly naked, body against mine! I didn't know what to do! My mind was screaming that this wasn't right. My cock however went to a full erection and I started to ever so slightly hump my sweaty body against his. He took that as a sign of approval and started to rub our bodies together in earnest. Soon, I realized that my hard cock was rubbing against his equally hard cock! Again I tried to put some distance between us. Again he grabbed me even harder! "Dad", he said, "Just let it go." He was now rubbing us even more. Our sweaty bodies were so slick, it was like we had lubed each other up or oiled each other up. And damn, didn't his boyish body feel fucking good against me as he used my body to give him what was obvious was pleasing him! I was so stunned I didn't fight him. Realizing I wouldn't fight him, he let one of his hands snake down to my crotch. He then grabbed my hard cock and began stroking it! Damn that felt good! My cock started to throb and I, involuntarily, let out a moan of desire. He let go of me then and grabbed one of my hands and lowered it to his crotch and hard cock! I automatically grabbed it and started to stroke it! He began to stroke me again, too! While this was going on he continued to rub our bodies together. Soon he started to really jack me off while writhing against me. I was powerless to stop him. My "little head" had won out over my "big head". I couldn't help myself and started to match him stroke for stroke, jacking off his big and thick cock, working him over like he was working me over! Soon his writhing got even more intense. His breath quickened, his moans deepened and he yelled, "Oh fuck, Dad, I'm going to cum!" His hand jacking me off got even more vigorous at the same time. Damn, he knew what he was doing! I realized I wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer either! It had been long and he felt so good! "Oh shit, oh fuck!" we yelled in unison and came big time in our briefs! We held on to each other tightly during our orgasm and could feel our big cocks spasm against each other as we tried to cover each other's briefs in cum! Eventually we came down from our orgasm. Daniel yawned, looked at me said, "I need to sleep for a few minutes. I was up late last night studying. We'll get cleaned up when I wake up." With that he put his head back on my chest and proceeded to fall asleep on me! I just shook my head mentally and wondered what the fuck had just happened here?!? To be continued in Chapter Two.