Date: Wed, 25 Feb 2009 20:54:16 -0800 (PST) From: Jerlar Subject: Tim and His Dad Part 4 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 4 In a week's time Dad sold his house, had a yard sale, packed his truck up with what he wanted to take with him back to my home, and even gave to charity the things he didn't want or didn't sell. On the following Monday morning he closed on his house, and after the papers were signed and Dad was given a check, we hit the road. It was a long hard drive, and when we pulled in my drive it was two a.m. We didn't bother unpacking either vehicle, but hit the bed almost immediately. As I snuggled next to Dad, sleep overcoming me, I had one last thought. This was the first time we had slept together without having sex. That was my last thought. The sun was shining in the bedroom window the next morning when I opened my eyes. I looked across the bed and discovered Dad already up. I was alone in bed. I got to my feet and hurried out the door. I came into the kitchen and discovered him sitting at the table. "Morning," he grinned. "Ready for some coffee?" he asked. "I need something to get me going," I said and yawned. Dad poured me a cup of coffee and returned to the table with it. He sat it in front of me and took his seat once more. I took a sip of the steaming hot liquid. Then I sat the cup down and looked at Dad. "You're up awful damned early this morning," I told him. "I woke up and couldn't go back to sleep," he replied. "You could have awakened me up," I scolded him. "I could have helped you fall back to sleep, I'm pretty sure." "You might have," Dad grinned. "However, I just had a lot of things on my mind, and I wanted to sort them out. And I didn't want to disturb you." I took another sip of coffee. "What's on your mind?" I asked. I hoped he wasn't having second thoughts about selling out and moving in with me. "I've been thinking about something, Tim. I know you just had this week off helping me move. When do you or when can you schedule some more time off?" I was puzzled. "You want me to take some more time off?" I asked. He nodded. "Only when you can work it out," he said. "There's actually no hurry. Perhaps just sometime before the summers over," he added. "Is there something you would like to do?" I asked. I was still concerned he was regretting moving in with me. "Well, one of the things I have been mauling over in my mind is this," Dad said thoughtfully. "I would like to take you on a trip." "What kind of trip, Dad" "Well, I thought it would be great for the two of us to rent a cabin in Colorado and spend some time there. My treat," he added with a grin. "Since I have just come into some money," he retorted. "First of all, Dad, you don't have to pay my way," I assured him. "I'm quite capable of taking care of myself." "I know that. Just please, don't argue and let me do this, all right?" "When would you like to go?" I asked. "Anytime it's convenient for you and the job," he answered. "I'll just need time to get online and check out some rental cabins." "Okay, I had planned on going into the office this afternoon. I'll check my calendar for the next few weeks and see what we can work out. It shouldn't be a problem," I said. I hit the shower and dad started working on breakfast. When I rejoined him in the kitchen a little later, he had breakfast on the table. "It's ready," he informed me. I poured a fresh cup of coffee and sat down to enjoy the meal. "I really didn't ask you, Tim," Dad said as he played with the food on his plate. "Do you even want to spend some time up in the mountains with me?" "Dad, I think it's a great idea," I assured him. "Good, I just thought it might be a good time to get away and spend quality time with each other." "I'm all for that," I said. I finished my meal, downed another cup of coffee, and went to the bedroom to dress for work. I went into the closet and took out a suit and shirt. As I stepped back inside the bedroom, I discovered Dad waiting for me. Walking over to me, he grinned and said, "I thought if you didn't care, I'd give you something to think about while you were at work this afternoon." I saw that he was hard, his cock springing out from its thick black forest. "I take it you have something in mind." Dad reached down and grasped his hard dick. He gave it a stroke or two, and then he said, "I think you are right." I suddenly felt my own cock spring up. It slapped against my lower stomach and then pointed my dad's way. I tossed my clothes on the chair in the corner of the room. As I turned from the chair, I discovered Dad directly behind me. He reached his arms around my and pulled me into him. I felt his hard cock crawl through my ass crack. He was already leaking pre cum. I turned and faced my dad. I placed my hands on his shoulders. My mouth found his, and our tongues met as we explored each other. The longer we kissed the harder we felt our cocks grow between us. Dad finally broke the kiss. "I realize this has to be a quickie, so what's your preference?" I didn't hesitate. I said, "I want to suck your cock," I told him. "And I want you to suck mine," I added, pulling him toward the bed. We fell down and went immediately into the sixty-nine position. Dad was fucking my face, and I was pounding him with my own fuck stick, my balls slamming against his chin. As I laid there sucking Dad, I loved the taste his cock was leaving in my mouth. He slammed me with his thick dick, and each time he drove inside my wet mouth, I'd bury my nose deep in the thick curls surrounding it. When the tangles would tickle my nose, I'd take a deep breath, savoring the hot man smell that sprang forth from them. The smell was so exciting, and he was giving me one hell of a blow job, and I knew it wasn't going to be long before I shot my load deep inside his mouth. I kept on sucking my dad's cock, working up and down that thick hard shaft, causing my lips to travel faster and faster. Dad was moaning and carrying on so that I knew it wasn't going to be long before I'd feel his dad juice spray across my tongue. I felt Dad's cock shudder and swell up, and I got ready for him. I expected a big load from him, and he didn't disappoint me. As he came, I swallowed and swallowed until I thought I was going to choke. The taste of his cum in my mouth was enough to bring me over the edge. My own dick expanded, and I felt the first sensation of sweet cuming sweep over my body. After I had emptied my cock, I pulled out of Dad's mouth. I raised up and leaned over and gave him a kiss. Dad could taste his cum on my lips, and likewise, I tasted my own juice. "Okay, that was hot, but I've got to run," I said. Dad lay on the bed and watched as I dressed for work. "You have some sort of password for your computer?" he asked. "Or can I just get online?" "There's no password," I said. "Hell, there's just been me here, and I certainly have nothing to hide from myself. Nor you," I added. "I'll get online and check some things out, and when you find out something at work, I'll put in some reservations." I tucked my shirt inside my slacks, and reached for my tie. "I hate these fuckers," I said. "You have to wear ties all the time?" I nodded. "Yep, I do, other than on Fridays, which are casual days." "Oh, well, they pay you well enough, guess it doesn't hurt you," Dad laughed. "I don't know about that." I pulled my jacket on. "I'll see you around six," I said. I went into work, sighed at the mound of paper work that had piled up on my desk while I had been gone and sat down to attack it. There was a knock on my office door. I looked up to see Travis, a fellow coworker. I greeted him. "How's it going, Travis?" "Glad to have you back, Tim," Travis told me. "It was too damned quiet while you were gone." "I don't make that much racket," I objected. "Did you get your father moved?" Travis asked. He sat down in one of the chairs in front of my desk. "Yep," I nodded. "He sold his house, had a sale, and, as they say, the rest is history. He's at my house even as we speak." "You think that will work out having your father live with you?" "I think it will," I answered. Quite well, I thought to myself. I suddenly remembered something. "Travis, when are you taking vacation?" "Not until the end of September, why?" he asked. "Since Dad's sold his house he thinks he has money to burn. He wants to take me to Colorado for a week or so and rent a cabin." "Wow, a paid vacation," Travis laughed. "You'd better take him up on that." "I intend to. I just need to see what the scheduling is like around here." Travis stood to his feet. "I'll go get a copy of the vacation schedules." Saying that, he left my office. He returned a short time later. "It looks clear for the next three weeks," he informed me. "When were you thinking about going?" I took the calendar from him. I studied it. "I think I'll pencil in week after next and the following week for now. Then I'll tell Dad so he can be looking for something to rent." "Sounds good to me," Travis said heading for the door once more. "Damn, wish my ole man would spring for a paid vacation for me," he called over his shoulder. "Well, maybe sometime I can talk Dad into asking you along too," I grinned. "Yeah, sure, that will happen. Well, don't work your ass too hard. Catch you later." I reached for the telephone and called my house. "Dad," I greeted, "how's things going?" "Great, Tim, just great," he said. "Dad, it looks as if we can take two weeks off, starting not next week, but the following week. Would that be all right?" I asked. "Be great," he assured me. "Are you certain about the dates?" "Yep, I am. I checked on the calendar, and no one has anything scheduled then." "Okay, I'll go online, check some places out, and I'll make reservations." "Sounds good, Dad," I said. "I need to get busy. I'll see you around six. Bye." "Bye, Son. And thanks, "Dad added. "Thanks for what?" I asked. "For letting me treat you to this trip," Dad said. "Oh, I imagine that by the time this trip is over both of us will have had many treats," I laughed. "I'm counting on it." When I got home that evening I found that Dad had indeed found the "perfect" cabin (his word) and had already paid for a week. The owner was even willing to rent to him for one week, and if we decided to stay the second week, we could have it also." "Sounds like we're all set," I said. I walked down the hall to the bedroom where I stripped off my clothes. I hung the suit up and returned to the living room in my normal state, naked. I grinned at Dad. "I see you are dressed. Why the hell is that?" "I decided to go to the market for some food after you left," he said. "I had just returned when you called, and your news got me so excited I started working right away trying to locate a place to stay." I pointed to the bedroom. "Well, that was then, this is now. Get your ass down the hall and get comfortable," I ordered. "Yes sir," Dad grinned. "I'm on it," he added, walking down the hall. I watched him go and suddenly I had an idea. I wanted a little snack before dinner. Well, come to think of it, the snack I wanted wasn't all that small. I hurried down the hall and followed him inside the room. He turned, surprised I was there with him. ` "Fuck me," I ordered. "Get those clothes off and fuck my ass, Dad." I fell to the bed, my legs spread eagled. "Give me that big dick of yours," I said. Dad was naked now. He walked over to me. Grinning, he asked, "You want my hairy cock inside your hole?" "Shit, yeah, I do," I said. I reached between my legs and teased my hairy hole with a finger. I slowly worked it inside me, then back out, gently fucking myself. "Come on, Dad, put the real thing inside me," I said. Dad found the lube and quickly lathered up his cock. Then with his dick slick and wet, he crawled between my legs and gently lay on me. His chest hair matted in my own chest curls, and I felt the tip of his cock tease the entry of my wet hole. "That's right, Dad, slip that thick cock of yours inside me," I moaned. "Oh, I'm going to give it to you all right, " he said. I felt his head slip inside quietly, and then suddenly, a mind of its own, his dick slid the rest of the way inside my tight hole. I was buried next to his cock forest, and I felt the wiry tangles grind against my skin as he started sliding in and out my hairy hole. It had been a couple of days since Dad had fucked me, and it felt so fucking good having him back inside me once again. I was complete once more. "That's right, Dad, work that cock all the way inside me," I groaned. "Fuck me so hard I cum all over the place." It was so hot watching dad fuck me, just to see the look on his face; a look that was between being tender at times, and at other times, just plain full of desire. I loved watching his dick go in and out of me, and it was so fucking hot watching his black forest grind against me. I loved to feel all that fur between my legs. Dad began fucking me harder, slamming with all that he had. It felt as if his cock was going to drive all the way through me, he was plowing me so hard. He moaned, he groaned, and all the time he pounded my ass harder, until finally I felt him swell up, and I knew he was about to shoot in my hairy tunnel. "That's right, Dad, fill me ass with that thick creamy Dad juice," I moaned. Dad gave one last thrust, and suddenly I felt my own cock swell up. I was going to shoot my own fuck load. "Dad, I'm cuming," I moaned. "That's right, son, shoot for you ole dad," he said. We both watched as my cock shot spurt after spurt of cum juice up into my chest hair, causing it to plaster down and stick to my skin. After I was through shooting, Dad, still inside my ass, reached down with a finger and smeared some of my juice on his finger. Then he placed his finger to his lips and gently sucked my cum. "You have the sweetest tasting cum," he told me. Then he laid his head on my chest and lapped up the rest of my cum, my chest curls tickling his tongue as he cleaned me up. "I'm glad you like it," I told him. "I certainly want as much of your cum as I can get. In the mouth, in my ass, just all over," I grinned. "Son, I'll promise you, for how ever long you want my cum, it's all yours. You have my word on that." I leaned up and kissed him gently on the mouth. "Then be prepared to be here forever," I grinned.