Date: Mon, 24 Jan 2011 16:35:52 -0800
From: Miles <iwalked7miles@aol.com>
Subject: A Father's Challenge 2

Disclaimer...the following story is entirely fictional and the characters
not related to anybody nor to any situation.  It is a product of my
storytelling imagination.  I hope you enjoy it.  Comments can be sent to
iwalked7miles@aol.com .

Part Two

As it goes, I pondered what transpired between me and Lucas when I went
back to the wood chopping.  I felt that I had entered into a challenge but
it was invisible to me.  I could only feel it inside me.  And there was
something that also told me that what had happened wasn't the end of it.  A
small part of me said, yes, that's it, let's leave it at that, but the
larger scheme of things over shadowed it.

The weather grew warmer as the day moved along, and it was probably a
little over an hour after our mutual j/o that I spotted Lucas coming around
the corner of the cabin.  When he saw me he halted in his tracks and looked
surprised.  I gave him a questioning look and he said, "You're still
naked."

I chuckled, putting the axe head to the ground and leaning my weight on the
handle.  "Son, there is so much that you don't know about me.  Seeing that
he didn't know what to say to that, I said, "I enjoy being naked, son.  I
don't get to to this often enough."

"I don't mind," He replied.  "I just didn't know."

Nodding, I said, "This doesn't mean that you have to do it too.  For me,
it's just that now I know I can do this around you," And with a hearty
laugh, I added, "If I can jack off and pop my load with you watching, I
have no problems simply being nude."  He had to laugh at that also.  "I
don't like being naked to show off or be seen.  It just feels good.  A
healthy freedom."

He nodded as he approached me.  "Besides our brief...thing we did, you've
been at this for a couple hours.  I know there's a lot of wood to split,
but there's three more days.  I was wondering if you wanted to go for a
walk around or a swim."

"Hmm," I considered, "that does sound good, doesn't it?"

"I'm actually...very surprised you started right up again chopping the
wood.  Don't you feel...lazy or something after cumming?"

"It depends," I grinned, glad that he asked.  I looked at him more
critically, and thought I saw that he had other things he'd like to say or
talk about.  Perhaps that was the reason for his request.  I decided to
wait and see if he did indeed have anything on his mind further then what
we shared.  "It requires getting dressed," I muttered regretfully, looking
at my discarded shorts on the picnic table, "but a walk would be good."

Before dressing, I put the axe in the shed and then went inside the cabin
for another shirt more suitable for stomping through the foliage out there
in the woods, and a pair of socks a well.  When we started our hike, we
were both silent; myself on purpose, but for Lucas, I wasn't sure.

After about ten minutes in the woods in a direction that I knew led into
the bigger wooded area, I said in a drawling way, "Lucas?"  He looked at me
but didn't say anything.  I took it as a meaning that he had things to say
but something was stopping him.  "You look like you have a lot of things on
your mind."

He stopped in his tracks and turned to me balling his hands into fists and
excitement in his voice.  "Dad, I...after we...you know...well, I have so
much I'd like to say out loud with you but I know normally I wouldn't be
able to." He scoffed.  "I mean, I know that NONE of my friends would ever
be in my position."

I understood and knew what he was actually thinking.  "Well go for it,
son," and resumed walked.

"Dad, you said that you love jacking off," Lucas caught up to my side, "but
why?"

"Is that question supposed to be a joke?" I chuckled.  "Think about it.
You've learned yourself the feeling it gives you when you're cumming.  It's
the same for me.  It's an adreneline rush that can't be beat by anything
else."

He appeared to have understood.  "So what makes you horny?  I feel that way
more often then I think I should," he admitted with a slight blush.

"Oh," I sighed, "lots of things can get me up.  Certain actions I see in
women especially-"

"You think about other women besides mom?"

I stopped and turned to him.  "Lucas, I love your mom, but horniness
doesn't work in our favor that way.  I'll always see things in other women
that will turn me on.  I just wouldn't do anything about it except use
things as fantasies to get off to."  We started walking again and I saw the
wheels turning in his young mind.  "And what do you think about when you
beat off?"

"Being touched," He said pretty quickly.  "I hear so many things at school
and with my friends about sex.  I may not be a very loud person, but I do
pay attention to everything around me.  I see a girl wearing whatever it is
she's wearing and if it's skimpy I try to glimpse a little harder to see
into unseen places," He chuckled.

This all sounded way to familiar for me.  I put an arm around his shoulder
as we walked side by side.  "Lucas, right now you are a walking hardon,"
which made him grin and look away.  "I know, I've been there.  It will curb
a little as you get older, I assure you.  But for now, you're not going to
be able to stop going down this road and I want you to know that I
understand.  I just ask that you be responsible."

"I know," He sighed, "but it's frustrating.  Even though I can jerk off,
it's still frustrating.  I want to be touched too much and I want to touch
someone else.  There's no one for sure right now, but my dreams are going
wild, dad."

Grinning, I asked, "Wet dreams?"

"What are they?"  He asked it in a tone that sounded like he should be
afraid of them.

"It's when you cum in your sleep and mess up whatever you're wearing AND
your sheets," I explained.  "You usually wake up during it and it's not
stoppable."

Lucas looked stunned.  "No.  That hasn't happened.  Heck," He shook his
head, "I kinda hope it never does."  His look at me told me he was asking
without needing to.

"It's happened to me a few times through the years," I admitted, "but not
often.  I actually don't like them happening," and I didn't, so I shuttered
visibly.  "But I haven't had one in a while now, and I think I may know
why."

"And?"  He asked, wanting a true answer.

My theory wasn't exactly based on truth, but more on my own actions.  "If I
don't orgasm on a regular basis, Lucas, if I don't do that for a long time,
I think it's forced out in the form of a wet dream.  I've thought back to
the times it's happened, and I kind of put it together that prior to a wet
dream, I went on spells of not cumming for quite a while.  I'm not sure,
but maybe it's healthy to do it on a regular basis."

He seemed to agree with this.  A thin smile spread on his lips.  "How often
do you jack off, dad?"

"Often," I said, walking again with him right beside me.  "At least once a
day."  The look he shot me told me he was thinking 'no way!'  "Well, a day
slips by here and there when I can't make the time or I just forget."

Lucas went into a thinking mode as we walked for a good five minutes.  It
also gave me time to think.  He was learning a lot more about me, a lot
more then a son usually learns about his father, I guess.  He's asking, and
I'm telling, not worrying about his age or what I think he should be
knowing.  It also popped into my head, remembering, that I also wondered
for a brief time whether my dad jerked off or not, but I definitely knew my
father wasn't the type of guy who'd be okay being asked.  He didn't even
give me a clue about masturbation; I learned it all on my own.  I was
content in knowing that I gave my own son the balls to want to know.  I was
giving Lucas a lot of credit.

"You know, son," I started, ending the verbal silence, "if you didn't
believe that I or any adult jacks off, you would have eventually learned on
your own when you are older and find out that you will, indeed, keep
stroking."  It was an admonition I felt good about saying out loud.  "I say
this because I'm proud that you had the courage to ask me for the truth."
I wanted to make certain he knew from all of this that it was completely
alright.

"I liked sharing it," He said with conviction.  "I'm still surprised, but
it was a blast," he chuckled, "pardon the pun, to see what I saw.  And the
way you cum!" He gasped.  "I don't know what to say about that."

"I've never known what to think about it either," I told him in all
honesty.  "There's always this...first stream of sperm, and it feels...like
it pulls at me," I shrugged, "then the squirting.  That's the part that
rocks my whole body."

"It looked like one heck of a lot of sperm to me!" Lucas laughed.

Chuckling, I said, "You know, I'm glad you saw how it happens to me."

"Mom doesn't know?"

"No," I replied, "I always, ah..." I hesitated.

"Okay okay," Lucas held up his palms to stop me, "I get it.  I don't need
to hear."

Man, I was glad for that.  There was actually an uncomfortableness in
talking about my sex life with his mother.  It caused me to remember that I
didn't want to ever visualize or hear about my parents being sexual either.
It was a common 'yuck' that most people tend to share and agree on.

The subjects of conversation started to change to random things after that
and our hike lasted a few hours.  We got back to the cabin just before
dark.

I turned on the lamp in the middle of the main room and the four corners
were in shadow.  I loved the ambiance of it.  "Do you mind, Lucas, if I
want to be naked?"  I thought I'd ask out of politeness.  If he would have
said please no, I would have been okay with it, but he didn't.

When he shook his head, he looked to the fire place and asked, "Do you
think it'll be chilly enough to have a fire?"

My family loved a good blazing fire.  We don't have a fire place at the
house.  The cabin was so remote, there was no back up central heating
system installed.  To be accomodating, I said, "I don't think we'll need
one, but we can start one anyway."

Lucas smiled his thanks as he watched me remove my clothes.  When I was
nude, he still looked for a time, then his eyes hit the floor at his feet.
He didn't make any move to undress, and I understood.  It wasn't a common
thought process for him, and we were usually around other people.

The cabin electricity was powered by a generator I'd turned on when we
arrived.  I walked over to the kitchen area and turned on the ceiling
light, checked that the fridge was running, and I turned on the sink faucet
to run out the water that would have been sitting in the pipes since the
last time we were here.  There was a water drum that filtered rain water in
our absence, and we boiled the water before using it.  Which made me check
the gas stove.

When I looked again in Lucas' direction, he was still staring at the same
spot in front of him.  "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," He answered.  "Yeah.  I'm just letting myself get used to seeing
you this way.  I'm liking it."

"Are ya?" I grinned, checking out the food stuffs we brought with us.  "I'm
sure it's different, learning this much about me so quickly."

He shrugged, saying, "I like it when you surprise me."

"And why are you staring a hole in the floor?" I asked.

He looked embarrassed.  "Because if I don't, I'll want to look at you."  He
paused before adding, "I'm sure you don't want me gawking at being able to
see you naked."

Everything I was in the process of doing in the kitchen evaporated and I
stared at him for a moment.  Then I said, "If you look at me long enough,
Lucas, the wanting to will go away."

He hesitated before he said, "It doesn't bother you that I want to look?"

"No," I answered, slowly walking his way and stopping two feet from him.  I
began to have a mild concern I wasn't hesitant about bringing up.  "Lucas,
please don't mind if I ask this, but are you feeling homosexual
tendencies?"

He looked stricken at once, but quickly calmed himself.  "I don't think so,
dad."  His voice was level, which made me believe him.  "It's just that..."
He rocked from foot to foot as he looked around.  "This is different.
We've never been this alone before and..." He continued glancing about.
"There aren't any..."

When I knew he couldn't think of whatever word he was searching for, I
offered, "Distractions?"

He understood that.  "Exactly.  There's just you and me."  He casually
scanned my body.  "I've never had the chance to see you without you being
pulled in a hundred different directions.  I want to enjoy it."  I detected
a yearning in his voice.

"And it doesn't have anything to do with your possibly being gay?"  I asked
in a calm manner.  "Because if it does, this has to stop."  I was firm but
hopefully not sounding negative or upset.

Lucas brought his hands up in front of his face and I watched as he
nonviolently clenched and released his fingers slowly, staring at them
intensely but thinking inwardly.  Then his arms dropped to his sides and he
looked at me.  "No, dad, I don't feel that.  I like girls."

Again, the tone of his voice made me believe him, so I had to go about this
in another way.  "Listen, Lucas, I'm okay with this so far.  I'm not hiding
anything."  I had to word this as best as I could.  "You're right.  We've
never had time together like this.  I'm liking it too."

I walked over to the sofa to sit down and began staring into the dark fire
place.  I knew with certainty I couldn't hesitate long here with anything I
had to say.  It was a unique situation, one that I didn't want to go wrong
and leaving unspoken scars.  I finally turned back to him, and when I
looked good and long, I wanted to know and share what his mind was going
through.  Everything was experimental for him, feelings as well as actions.
I had to understand that.  I actually did.  He looked up to me.  As his
father, I would never disappoint him...

To be continued...