Date: Wed, 16 May 2012 08:49:18 -0700 (PDT) From: Pete Bruno Subject: A Single Soul Chapter 3 NOTICE: This story may contain scenes of a graphical nature, which may not be legal in your area. If you are under 18, or if material of this nature is illegal in your present location, please leave now. This work fully protected under The United States Copyright Laws © 17 USC§§ 101, 102(a), 302(a). All Rights Reserved. Placing or posting any of these stories or story on any website, or distribution of any of these works in any way (parts or whole) without the explicit consent of the author is strictly prohibited. Please refer to Chapter 1 for complete information and disclosure. A Single Soul Chapter 3 Daddy To The Rescue "Dad, I need you." "Matthew, is everything all right?" his father asked with concern in his voice. "Yeah, Dad, we're all fine; it's just been an interesting day. Denise is leaving on a six month cruise, and Jimmy Flannery moved in across the street," Matt said quickly in one breath. "Six month's? Wow, that's a long time. Wait! What did you say about Jimmy Flannery?" "He, his wife, Linda, and their son, Matt, moved across the street. He's a Marine Gunner and is stationed at Lejeune." "Wow, he named his kid Matthew? That's amazing, considering he married that bitch, Linda." Matt laughed for the first time that day; that was why he loved his father so much; he zeroed in on exactly what was on the top his list. "Dad, could you come down and stay for a few weeks? I think it would help Jimmy with his mother's departure, and I could really use my dad with me right now." Matt's mother was Chinese; she had met his dad in Hawaii while she was working as a nurse and his father was convalescing from a wound he received in Nam. The combination of Italian and Chinese is what gave Matt his extraordinary good looks; he had his father's olive skin tone and hazel eyes but his mother's very black hair and almond shaped eyes. Their marriage had been a rocky one. She suffered from a combination of depression and bi-polar disorder, and an obsession with the Catholic Church. Then when Matt was a sophomore in high school, she announced out of the blue that she wanted a divorce and was moving back to Hawaii where her family still lived. His father didn't fight her and never spoke a bad word to him about his mother; it sometimes made Matt feel a little guilty, but he really didn't miss his mother. She had never been very affectionate or nurturing; unlike his father, she was always short tempered and demanding. In fact, sometimes Matt was angry at her for the way she treated his father, a man who walked on water in Matt's eyes. Matt's is special relationship with his father only grew deeper over the next few years while Matt was in high school. His father was dating women off and on, but things didn't get serious until the end of his senior year. It was after Matt was away at VA Tech that he married her; Peggy was a very warm and loving woman and treated Matt as if she had born him even though she had a son four years older than him with whom Matt developed a very close relationship. The greatest thing about Peggy was she never resented or interfered with the extremely close relationship he had with his dad. The three became a very close and happy family, so happy that it never bothered Matt that his mother never answered his letters or tried to contact him. So when she died of a massive heart attack about six months back, he was devastated. While he and Denise were in New Jersey for the funeral, they invited Frank to move to North Carolina to be near them. He declined, but while thanking them, he explained that he needed to grieve alone for a bit, and then would give some serious thought to the proposition. "Sure, buddy, you know I'll always be there for you, and especially for that beautiful grandson you gave me, and it would be a good time to go over some business left over from Peggy's estate. When do you need me?" "Can you be here on Thursday around 17:00? We can have dinner together." "Well, you know what the say, "Marines go where others fear to tread,'' his father said and laughed. "OORAH, Dad, I love you," Matt said. "Love you, too, son, see you on Thursday, and remember to kiss my grandson for me in the morning." Matt hung up the phone and got ready for bed; while he was brushing his teeth he thought about what his father had said about Peggy's estate and business with him. `Why would he be involved?' he wondered, but pushed it out of his mind for the moment. Once he finished in the bathroom, he lay on his bed and started to think of the days events and then his mind drifted back to that first time... As the remaining shots hit his stomach he burst into tears. "Daddy, please don't be mad, I just couldn't stop," he said crying and hoping his father wouldn't be too disappointed in him. His father stepped into the room and shut the door. He crossed the room and sat on the bed next to Matt and put his arm around him and kissed him on the cheek. "Matthew, calm down, son, you've done nothing wrong and certainly nothing to cry about." "I'm sorry, Dad, it's just really embarrassing getting caught and I don't want you to be mad at me or hate me." "Whoa, son, I think it's time we had a nice long talk. First of all there is nothing you could ever do to make me hate you; and I'll only be mad at you if you lie to me. But look, son, all guys jerk off, and the ones that say they don't are lying. Even I do it, maybe not as much as you, but I do." "Really?" Matt asked, his eyes wide. He couldn't believe he was sitting talking with his dad about jerking off with his pants around his ankles and cum all over his chest and stomach; oh and not to mention his cock was getting hard again. "Sure, buddy, I've known you've been jerking off for a few years, even doing things with Jimmy." His cock shriveled instantly, "Oh, shit, no, I mean, well, I mean..." "It's okay, Matty, I know all about it; shit, man, I had a j/o buddy from the time I was twelve until I went into the corps, and then had one in Nam." "Really, you? I mean you're a Marine and a body builder and a Trooper and married." "Yeah, but that doesn't make any difference, all guys like to play with their dicks and do; and the sooner you know that and stop feeling guilty, the better off you'll be." "I can't believe this, but yeah, Dad, you can't believe how much better I feel already." Matt had relaxed and like all teenage boys, his cock was starting to get hard again. "I thought you would be pissed at me and think I was a fag." "Matthew, I don't ever want to hear you use that word again. There are many ways to explore and express your sexuality and I don't want you to be putting hateful labels on it. But I'm curious; tell me what you think a `fag' is?" "Well, you know a guy who has sex with other guys and is all weak and kind of like a sissy." "Well, I know you and Jimmy have been enjoying jerking each other off ... and maybe more ... for quite some time. Are you guys weak little sissies?" his father asked. "NO! Wait, how did you know what we were doing?" Matt asked. "Last year when we went to the shore, your mom was off at Mass and I had been for a run on the beach. When I came back I guess you guys didn't hear me come in. I was headed for the bathroom when I heard moaning, your door wasn't shut all the way, and I peeked in to see you and Jimmy in a very hot 69. Thank God it was me and not your mother, so I sneaked back outside and waited on the porch until I heard you guys in the kitchen. The jerking off part I knew long ago; I saw the tee shirts you guys used to clean up with after your sleep-overs." "Holy shit! Thanks for being so cool, Dad, but ... wait ... you said "a very hot 69?" Matt asked wide-eyed. "Come on, boy, you think you invented that shit? Your Uncle Donny and I sucked so much cum out of each other we were afraid one of us would get pregnant!" his dad said with a laugh. "So now you know three other guys who enjoy sucking dick as much as you. Is your Uncle Donny or Jimmy or am I a weak sissy or `fag'?" "Shit no, Dad," Matt replied. "Exactly, my boy; sucking dick doesn't make you a sissy, anymore than fucking pussy makes you a man. It's your actions that define you, keeping your word, being honest, working hard, helping others in need. That's what makes you a man, not what you do with your dick." Matt was blown away, in that short conversation, sitting with his dad, naked with a hard-on ... he had a tremendous epiphany; he realized that all the guilt and worry had been wasted, he wasn't the only guy in the world who did these things. And what was even better was his dad knew and still loved him; this had to be the best day of his life. "You okay, Matty?" his dad's voice broke his thought. "Better than okay, Dad, just trying to sort it out." "Well, don't think too much about it, you've got plenty of time to get your head around it; so how 'bout I show you some other ways to take care of that," pointing to Matt's hard-on, "then the next lesson will be how to take care of the ladies," his dad said with a sexy grin. "Ah ... okay, but what about Mom?" "She's off on another retreat and won't be back until tomorrow," he said and stood up and started to strip. Frank got naked in a flash and told Matt to strip off the rest of the way. Once they were naked and seated next too each other on the bed, Frank grabbed his cock and said, "All right, boy, follow Daddy's lead and I'll show you how a real man beats off." Sitting next to his father naked, smelling his musk, looking at his hard, hairy muscular body had Matt's heart beating so hard he was afraid it would leave his chest. He grabbed his cock and started copying his father's moves and listening intently to his instructions. His father told him to switch and reached over and grabbed his cock, with one stroke from his father Matt shot the biggest load of cum in his young life. When he stopped shaking he heard his father laughing and he said, "Boy, I have a lot to teach you..." The movement caused Matt to open his eyes to see his wife next to him. She looked down at his midsection and grabbed his rock hard cock, "somebody was having a good dream," she said. "Yeah, and I hope it's going to get better." "Sure thing, Captain," she said smiling as she straddled his waste and guided his hard cock into her hot wet pussy and started to ride Matt like he was a mechanical bull. Matt looked at his wife while she rode his cock, head thrown back and eyes closed enjoying the sensations. She had small firm breasts and a very tight and toned body with a fabulous bubble butt. As Matt watched her riding him he realized, probably for the first time how much she looked like a teenage boy, yeah like the gymnasts Matt used to watch in high school and college. He had always secretly thought to himself how hot those guys were, but he kept pushing those thoughts deeper and deeper. Maybe that's why Denise was so attractive to him. She kept riding him, it seemed as if it wouldn't have made any difference to her whether it was Matt's cock she was impaled on or a rubber dildo; it also occurred to Matt that they were both guilty of using each other for release; it wasn't making love, it was more like having a fuck buddy. It appeared that she had cum at least twice before Matt exploded in her. After she climbed off and lay down next to him, she kissed Matt and the cheek and said, "Thanks, I needed that," then turned over and went to sleep. `Fuck-buddy, indeed,' Matt thought, then he turned on his side and went to sleep. To be continued... Authors Note: Thanks to all of you who have written to tell how much you're enjoying the story, but I would be remiss if I did not take this opportunity to thank my editor who wishes to remain anonymous. You can be sure that without his hard work this story would not be as enjoyable. 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