Date: Mon, 13 Apr 2009 20:55:48 -0700 (PDT) From: Jerlar Subject: Tim and His Dad Part 14 This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. Mark Stevens Tim and His Dad, Part 14 It was Sunday evening and Dad and I were alone in the house. Hunter and his father had left that afternoon. They were returning to their home, intending on putting the wheels into motion that would allow the two of them to move in with us. They had a lot of business to take care of and both of them were quite anxious to get started. Of course, I think Dad and I were a big part of that anxiety. Dad and I worked together around the house, doing laundry and straightening things up after our weekend company. I put another load of laundry in and then rejoined dad in the kitchen. "You still holding together, old man?" I asked him. Dad was loading the dish washer. He turned around and said, "Fuck you, Tim. I can keep up with the likes of you any day of the week." I walked over and stood beside him. "I believe that," I assured him. I reached down and took his soft cock between my fingers. "Especially in this area," I added. Dad winced a bit. "Take it easy, Son. My poor dick has been through the ringer this weekend. He's a bit tender." I released him and stepped back. "Perhaps you should act your damned age." Dad leaned over and wrapped his fingers around my own dick. "Don't go telling me what to do," he said. "After all, I am your father." I smiled at him. "How well I know that." I leaned over and gently kissed him on the mouth. "I love my father, every way," I assured him. "You know how I feel, so let's not get too damned mushy here." I smiled. "Mushy, you say?" Dad started the dish washer. "That's what I said. You getting hard of hearing these days?" I laughed and grabbed my cock. It was soft between my fingers. "Nothing hard about me," I said. "Not now any way." "Dad?" My father looked at me. "Yes?" "I'm still a little concerned about something." Dad walked into the living room, and I followed close behind him. Even though we had had one fucking hot weekend, watching that tight shapely ass of his walking in front of me was enough to cause my dick to stir. We both sat on the couch. Dad looked at me and said, "Now, what the fuck's on your mind, Tim? What concerns you?" I reached over and placed a hand on his leg. "I'm just concerned about the Chuck and Hunter thing." "What is there to be concerned about those two?" "I just don't want you to think our lives, yours and mind, are not still just as important to me as before." Dad smiled at me and asked, "Because you have fallen for Hunter? And maybe, and I said maybe, Chuck and I might have feelings for each other? Is that what concerns you?" "I just don't want you to feel left out in any way, Dad. I love you so much." Dad placed a hand on my shoulder. "Tim, I know you love me. I love you with all my heart. The sex we have together is hot. It's also tender. What we have is very special, and I don't think we will ever lose that feeling. As for you and Hunter, well, Tim, there is no comparison. You may love me, but you are in love with Hunter. Can't you see the difference? I know I can." "I see it. I just didn't want to make you feel like you were losing me, nor that we were losing what we've both discovered we have between each other." "Tim." That was all he said. I looked at Dad and smiled. "I am so tired. I'm sure you are. Can we just go to bed and snuggle until we fall asleep?" Dad stood to his feet and pulled me after him. "I think that would be awesome, Son." I turned the lights out in the front part of the house and joined dad in the bedroom. As I came into the room I saw that he was already in bed waiting for me. He held out his arms and I fell into them. When I was a child, my father had a way of making me feel good and had a way of making things seem right, and now, even though I was a grown man, he made me feel the same way. "Dad, we have something really special, and I want you to know I would never do anything to mess it up." "We both wouldn't, Dad said. As I lay in bed next to my father, I felt his arms go around me, pulling me tightly to him. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck, feel his hairy chest press into my back, and best of all, I could feel his cock and thick hairy bush mash into my ass cheeks, and this time, rather than exciting me and getting my cock hard, it made me feel so secure, so full of love. That was the way I fell asleep, and that was the way I woke up the next morning. I opened my eyes. I felt like I had just gone to bed. I turned over and looked at the clock beside the bed. It was six o'clock and almost time for the alarm to go off. I had been sleeping for nine hours. "Did you finally wake up?" I had slept the entire night wrapped in Dad's arms. He had not moved, and neither had I. "How long you been awake?" I asked, snuggling back against him. "For a while," he said. "I didn't want to wake you. Besides, I rather enjoyed watching you lay here sleeping. I like to watch your hairy chest go up and down as you breathe. And, in case you weren't aware of it, all during the night your cock moves back and forth through your cock hair. While you sleep, it gets hard, then soft, then hard. If you hadn't been sleeping so well, I would have stroked you off." "You should have." I looked down and saw I was growing quite hard. Dad's words were getting me excited, and in a matter of seconds, I was completely hard, pointing out through the middle of my thick brown carpet of curls. "See what you've caused," I grinned. Dad let go of me and reached across me for the tube of lube. "Fuck me," he said. The words made me harder. "You want my cock, do you?" I asked wickedly. "Fuck yeah, I do," Dad said. "I want all seven inches of that thick dick of yours inside my ass. Grind my ass with that sexy cock grass." Dad spread lube heavily up and down my dick, and then with his fingers, worked a huge glob inside his hairy hole. Then he got on his knees, his ass pointing up at me as if inviting me to fuck it. He wiggled his butt and the slick lube sparkled, making the dark ass hairs running along the crack and growing around the tight opening shine. That was all the invitation I needed. I got on my knees and came up behind Dad. My cock found his slippery ass crack and slide along the hairy ridge. Dad suddenly shivered as he felt the thick mushroom head of my dick touch his hairy entrance. He leaned back into me, and my slick wet dick went inside, quietly and unannounced. I was all the way inside and his ass was buried in my brown cock fur. "God, yes, fuck me, Tim," he cried out. "Give me that cock." I pulled almost all the way out and then slowly went back in once more. I loved looking down and watching my cock work in and out of my father's ass. It was so fucking hot to watch my thick shaft spread those ass lips as it stretched their sensitive skin. My full balls slide up and down against his skin as I continued fucking him, driving my dick deeper and deeper. I found his prostate, and suddenly Dad moaned. "Shit, you're going to make me cum if you keep that up." Trying to breathe, I forced the words out of my mouth, saying, "That's my intention. I want that hard cock of yours to shoot all over the sheets." I felt Dad's ass tighten up, and I knew he was about to shoot his load. His muscles clinched hard around my cock and sent me over the edge. Just as Dad was moaning and his cock was shooting its first spurt, my own dick painted the walls of his ass with my own thick white cum. Even after I had finished shooting inside Dad's ass, I kept on with the fucking motion for a time. It felt so good to work my cock through my creamy load, mixed with his ass juices. Both of us were drained, and for a few moments we just lay there, enjoying the moment, and the feeling of being completely satisfied. Then the alarm went off, and reality sat in. While I showered, Dad got breakfast ready, and by the time I was finished and had dressed, he had food and coffee on the table waiting for me. "It's ready," he said as I came into the kitchen. Dad placed a towel on his chair and joined me at the table. "I'll clean up after you leave," he said. "I'd rather spend time with you now. I can shower later." I took a sip from my coffee cup. Smiling, I said, "Good, this way, I can enjoy both sights. The food on my plate, and the sexy hairy guy sitting naked across the table from me," I said. While we were eating breakfast I thought of something. I looked at Dad and said, "Dad, I almost forgot that I had something on my mind." "Not again," Dad grinned. "Just wait until you hear it," I told him. "There's a guy at work that seems sort of lonely. I don't think he has any family living around here. I was wondering about having him over for dinner one evening. His name is Travis. He works down the hall from me." Dad looked at me. "Oh, and just how lonely is he?" "Oh, I think if you met him at the door in your normal state, he wouldn't mind at all. I think he would like very much to drink a little beer and maybe watch some porn." "How old is he?" "I'm really not sure," I answered. "He might be thirty tops. Maybe even as young as twenty-seven or eight," I added. I grinned. "I know how you like hairy guys, Dad. Judging by the curls I've seen working up his shirt collar at work, I think you would like what he has very much." "Hum, sounding better all the time," Dad agreed. Then he said, "You think Hunter would mind if this Travis guy came over and played?" "I don't think so," I said. "It's not like we're going to be fuck buddies or anything. I was thinking maybe if he came over we'd just do porn, beer, and suck a little cock. Nothing wrong with that, I don't think." "I would have to agree." Dad set his coffee cup down. "When you going to invite him over?" I drained my own cup. "You game for this evening if he has nothing going on? The rest of the week is going to be pretty busy, Especially after Wednesday when Chuck and Hunter arrive." "I think I could come up with a meal of sorts," Dad said. "Nothing fancy, but it will be something." I stood to my feet. "Sounds good by me," I said with a smile. "I'll run it by Travis this morning and give you a call." Dad stood to his feet. He followed me out in the garage and gave me a kiss. He hugged me tightly and said, "I love you, Tim. You always must know that." "I do, Dad." I crawled behind the wheel and reached for the garage door opener. "Now, you'd better scram back inside the house if you don't want to get the neighbors to talking." Dad waved good bye as I opened the garage door. I backed out into the street, heading for work. My work day was now set in motion.