Date: Sun, 21 Aug 2016 13:08:14 -0700
From: daddyrob2@hushmail.com
Subject: Brad and Son

BRAD AND SON

Chapter One

Brad let the car idle as he waited for his son. The Jeep was a lucky
find. He marvelled at his luck. The road from the highway to the cabin was
very rough. He had nearly knocked out the crank shaft on his last trip up
there. When was that? One? No, two years ago. Man oh man, two long
years. No wonder he was feeling stir-crazy. The divorce had been relatively
smooth but had left everyone disoriented. And then deployment. Shit, that
had been rough. Useless to dwell on it. New day.

     Brad heard the door slam. As he looked out he watched Tony eagerly
bound towards the vehicle. Smile beaming, hair sun-dappled, the boy reached
the Jeep all aglow.

     "Great wheels, dad. Very cool", he gushed as he opened the door,
tossed his backpack in the rear, before climbing in. As he buckled up he
offered, " Missed you".

     "Missed you, too", Brad responded automatically. He grinned at his
only child. " Let's get the hell out of Dodge".

     Jeep in gear, they were off on their three week adventure. As Tony
sought a radio station Brad was secretly glad that he had cashed in his
sick days. At thirty years of age Brad was well employed but he had been
with this advertising company less than eleven months. Thankfully his first
campaign had been a huge winner.  Anything he seemed to want he got. The
powers that be were smiling. 'Keep the good thoughts, guys', he
thought. The road ahead was clear, the sky cloudless, and his pride and joy
was beside him. What more did Brad need? He would soon find out. Brad and
Tony were on a road neither was prepared to maneuver. Or either would have
believed would bring them all they desired.

    After almost five hours of non-stop driving Brad made the turn-off onto
the rough road.

    "Holy Moses!" Tony laughed as he was jostled about. His father joined
in the laughter as the Jeep bumped through the holes then over exposed
rocks. Tony laughed uproariously. "This isn't a car! It's a Tilt-a-Whirl!"
He joked referring to his favorite amusement park ride.

    "Ya got that right!"

    As the road levelled off the cabin came into view. With a groan the
gear was placed in park. Father and son gathered the first haul as they
exited the vehicle.

    "Dad, this looks great".

    The rough hewn cabin rested in a brief clearing. Surrounded by forest
it looked small but inviting. There were few windows but the stone chimney
dominated the entire back of the structure. As they rounded to the front
the deep verandah seemed welcoming with its two steps up and porch
swing. They dropped the bags by the door before making two more trips for
supplies from the Jeep.

    "Find the chips. Your old man needs food".

    Brad fumbled with the key releasing the bolt. As they dragged the stuff
inside they both looked at each other and grinned. The air was Staley
humid. Windows were quickly opened. The food was the priority. It was put
away while Tony found the potato chips. Munching away the food was quickly
stashed.

    " Too stuffy in here. I'll make a bar-b-que. Steaks good?"

    Tony nodded happily. As his dad set up outside he put away their
clothes and set the toiletries in the bathroom. The kid noticed there was a
sink and tub but the toilet was dry. 'Weird', he thought. Once his
self-imposed chores were done he joined his dad by the bonfire.

    "Too much lighter fluid".

    Brad looked at his son. " Thanks, Betty".

    Tony laughed at the reference to his mother. "I don't think the toilet
works".

    Brad watched the flame on the briquets begin to lower. "Never has. It
never got hooked up".

    Tony didn't hesitate: "Where do I go?"

    Brad chuckled. "Wherever you like". He looked at the shiney boy as they
both burst out laughing.

    With such a bad start it was surprising how well the steaks turned
out. Brad's was rare and Tony's medium. 'No blood. Sooo gross', he had
warned but perfection happened. They ate contentedly swatting at the
occasional fly .

    "No fooling, dad. I've really gotta go*.

    Brad looked at the squirming youth. " Come on. Let me teach you the
woods". He led the kid about fifty yards from the back of the cabin. There
they came across an obvious outhouse. " In emergencies", Brad
grinned. "It's really gross". He moved past the lean-to leading a little
ways into the bush. He began to unbuckle his shorts. "But if you need to go
and you're alone then you piss by the cabin. Woods can be dangerous. And
piss will keep the wildlife away".

    Tony was at a loss. Was he supposed to pee next to his dad? The burly
man didn't hesitate as he hauled out his prick. Tony glanced but quickly
turned his eyes. The meat was big. Certainly much bigger than his own. Now
what?

    "Come on. Or you'll piss your pants".  Brad watched the boy fumble then
pull out his pricklet. 'Not too shabby', he thought then found himself
amused as the lithe lad struggled to begin. Brad looked at his own as he
pissed. Nothing to be embarrassed about. His piss thundered as his sons
trickled before it released its full stream. Brad felt an unusual sense of
pride as he pissed alongside his son. Father and son. Comfortable with each
other. It made Brad pleased.

    Tony trembled inside. But his dad was so regular about the entire
thing. His dad's stream covered more area than his own. Shit, even his piss
was smaller. He couldn't help but notice his dad swinging the dick before
putting it away. Some big butted show-off.

    Brad zipped up as he glanced over. "Hold it, buddy. You've gotta shake
out the last drops or you'll end up with a piss-leak on your pants".  He
watched the lad light up with understanding as he shook his small pale
dink. 'Man, was I ever that small', Brad thought. As he moved away he was
quickly followed by his son.

    The embers were left to cool as they washed up the plates and tidied
away all food. As Brad well knew, leftovers were an invitation to the
forest denizens. Once he was satisfied he shucked most of his clothes.

    "Bed already?" Tony said looking at the hirsute man in his briefs.

    "Nah". Brad began to make up the only bed with sheets and pillows
brought from home. "I want you to see the sunset but I've gotta take a
shower. I'm beginning to reek". He pulled out a towel and fresh briefs.

    Tony grabbed a pop from the fridge. As he heard the pipe squeak out the
water the boy made his way to the swing on the verandah. The air was cooler
than the day but that wasn't saying much. It was still pretty muggy. The
boy sipped as he listened to the forest sounds. The air was sweet with some
kind of blossom. Tree tops swayed gentley as their branches creaked. The
crickets began to make their presence known. He inhaled deeply as he
settled back on the swing.

    Tony began to wonder about his dad. The man was successful. His private
schooling attested to that. He supposed his Mom helped pay for that, too.
Maybe. Who knows? Tony missed the man's daily presence at home but had to
admit quiet was better than shouting. But here they were. Up in the outer
edge of nowhere. No cable. No on-line games. So why wasn't he bored. He
would be if they were at home. He wondered if his dad was ever bored. Was
he bored now? No, didn't seem that way. Dad seemed to be happy. Really
happy. Maybe the mountain air left him loopy. Tony chuckled softly. It was
sort of loopy pissing with dad. Really. Well, kind of. But then when he
pulled out his . . .

    "Hanging in, champ?" Brad called from inside.

    "Just on the swing", he called back. His cheeks reddened at the
interruption to his thoughts. The lad was still grinning as his dad stepped
out clad in clean briefs. " Guess I should wash up, too".

    Brad caused the seat to shift awkwardly as he sat. "Not yet. You need
to see this sunset". He stretched an arm along the back giving his sons
head support. "It's our first sunset of the season. I want to share it with
you".

    Tony rested his head. Then the sky began to change. Blue melted to
orange melted to purples. All of the shades of purple. The sky streaked
it's hues as the further away the sun fell into hiding the darker the back
of the sky became. For more than two hours the guys watched nightfall.





Chapter Two



Tony woke with a start. Then he remembered where he was. He luxuriated for
a few moments as he yawned and stretched. Then he sat up. No dad in
sight. Obviously he had to be close by. Of course. Right?

    He made his way past the couch towards the kitchen. With a quick glance
the fact that his dad was not in the can was confirmed by the open door and
the quiet. So quiet. Not even bird song. Tony tiptoed to the screen
door. Softly he said, "Dad?"

    "Out here, champ".

    The reassuring voice brought the lad outside. There was the tall broad
man half sitting on the wood railing still in his briefs. Tony grinned his
good morning. "You're up early".

    "It's after eight. Up here I wake the sun up".  Brad ran a hand over
the scruff of his morning beard. "Think I should grow this out?" He laughed
as the kid rolled his eyes. "Maybe not". The man stood to his full
height. Nodding his head towards the front view he said, "Go take a
whizz. I'll get breakfast. Just stay by the cabin".

    Breakfast was over in a languid fashion. As Tony showered Brad
cleaned. When the boy appeared Brad was already dressed for their hike. The
boy put on similar hikers and shorts and a tee shirt while his dad prepared
a picnic basket. And in short time father and son were off.

    After twenty minutes they were at the spring-fed pond just a few feet
deep with a sandy floor. Stripping down quickly they barrelled into the
refreshing water with loud splashes. From the rising heat of the day the
sun-drenched pool cooled them with the fresh sting of cold. They splashed
about happily with Brad heaving his son into the air before the inevitable
splash down. Laughing loudly they tagged and dunked each other and swam
basking in the surrounding nature.

    Feeling the slight pangs of hunger Brad was first out to set up the
picnic. Donning his shorts he began to put the food onto the blanket.

    "Good idea, dad. I'm beginning to feel peckish".

    " Peckish?", Brad mocked the word coming from such a young mouth. Then
he glanced over towards the pond.

    Brad stood transfixed. His son rose from the water slowly, dappled in
sunshine. The naked youth glowed with absolute beauty. Brad swallowed as he
took in the lithe figure with his blonde hair, swan neck, pale nipples and
the absolute Elizabethan countenance that made his son appear almost
ethereal. Why had he never noticed how exquisite his boy was? And why did
he notice it now? Brad looked away as he made his eyes focus on the task at
hand. Disconcerted his hands fairly trembled.

    Tony sat naked on the blanket.

    The lad prattled on in a never-ending stream of dialogue that only
begged the occasional comment from his dad. Brad was grateful for he knew
he couldn't keep up any conversation of consequence. His brain felt
confused as his body betrayed to him at least the disquieting reality. He
had to think of something else. Anything else but the beauty naked before
him. Later, when lunch was done, he feigned disinterest at another swim. He
was not about to take off his shorts until he figured this out.

    Even after dinner was done and the time was right for sleeping he sent
Toby off to bed alone. He wanted to read was the explanation given. Instead
he sat on the porch swing troubled enough to not comprehend anything he had
read. He kept his briefs on when he slid into bed next to the naked
boy. After a long look down at his sleeping son he rolled onto his other
side only to fall into a fitful sleep.





Chapter Three



Tony woke first. Gingerly he stepped from the bed making his way to the
side of the cabin. The dewy grass was cool on his feet as he took his
morning piss. He marvelled how free he felt outside totally bare. This
would never be allowed at home. Course he would never pee against the house
either. The thought made him giggle.

    "TONY!"

    The boy was startled at the harsh voice. His dad sounded really mad. He
came around the side of the cabin to see his father standing in his briefs
with a mean scowl.

    "I'm just taking a pee, dad".

    "In front! Where I can see you! Christ!"

    The door slammed after the man. Tony quickly followed. He didn't
usually raise his voice but when he did it was best to placate him.

    "I'm sorry, dad". Tony stood with his eyes searching as his hands
cupped his sex protectively.

    " I don't want sorries. Use your head. Fuck, do you know what could
happen to you alone out there? If anything happened to you?" Brad swallowed
before looking squarely at his boy. "Just be careful", he said in a far
gentler voice.

    " I'm sorry. Don't be mad", the boy almost pleaded. Tentatively he took
a step forward then was welcomed with open arms. He hugged his father, the
crisis over.

    Brad kissed the top of his head. "What am I supposed to do with you?"
But the question was one that sent a wave of fear down his spine.

    After breakfast and spending a good deal of time scouring down the
cabin they decided the best break was a furious game of touch
football. Tony proved his worth with often quick plays that both surprised
and proudly delighted his father. Tony decided it was his turn to man the
bar-b-que for lunch though there was nothing more exotic than hot dogs and
potato chips on the menu.

    "You're a good cook", Brad praised between chomps.

    " I only learn from the best".

    Brad paused. "Did I teach you how to cook hot dogs?" His mind did a
quick search.

    "I said the best", the lad smiled mischievously.  "Grandma".

    Brad threw a chip at him. "Smart-ass".

    It was later in the day that everything changed.

    Brad was in the kitchenette washing the carrots and potatoes for that
evenings dinner when he heard his son call to him. But the voice was odd,
foreign almost. He turned off the cold tap then walked onto the verandah.

    Brad's heart turned to ice.

    Between the bottom of the stairs and where Tony stood off in the
distance was a brown bear. A bear! On all fours the furry head looked at
Brad as he stepped onto the verandah. The bear gave him a barely passing
glance. He was much more interested in the tasty morsel only a few yards
from him.

    Tony looked at his dad, his own face a study in terror. "Dad, I?" he
trembled.

    "Shush". Brad's teeth were clenched. His mind snapped to
auto-pilot. What was in the cabin? A knife? No. A broom? Not sturdy
enough. A plank? No two by fours. Bear mace? Yes, yes! But where?
Think. Bureau? Counter? Top drawer! He retreated swiftly but as quietly as
he was able. Seconds (minutes, hours, days) he was back outside running
towards the beast the spray being diffused in a steady stream as he yelled
at the top of his lungs.

    The animal looked at the crazy man with a quizzical gaze. Then the
scent of spray hit its nose. It knew this scent. This carried stinging
eyes. The food wasn't worth that. The bear swung around lumbering quickly
to find a less bothersome meal.

   Brad watched the beast go as he continued to yell. Only after he was
certain it was safe did he start backing towards Tony. His eyes scanned
over and over. "Gone". He was satisfied. He then turned to see his son. The
kid shook with the fear. The lad didn't move towards him as he approached
quickly. Scooping Tony up he raced back to the cabin. Once in he locked the
screen door as if that would matter. Brad fell to the floor holding Tony
fast as the can rolled free from his clutch.

    Tony burst into tears. Then he began to cry so hard his body racked
with the need to breathe properly. He clung to his father.

    "You're okay. You're safe. Daddy's here. I'm here", he soothed
clutching the youth to him. As the boy trembled he felt all energy drain
from his body. The boy burbled nonsense if only to assure himself it was
over. Brad let him prattle on as he whispered words of comfort in his ear.

    Tony sniffled as he calmed down. He felt the strong arms about him
begin to relax and he suddenly pulled tighter to the hairy mountain. "NO!"
he yelled before the massive arms squeezed fighter.

    Brad held on. "It's over. You're safe. I love you". The words caught in
his throat. Oh, how he loved him. Fear began to sneak into his mind.

    "Daddy?"

    "What?" The boys voice was so small so he made his deeply soothing.

    Tony pushed back so he could look at his rescuer. "I think I peed my
pants".

    "Who cares?" Brad offered a weak smile.

    Tony looked at his dad with a confused awed expression. His fingers
reached up to touch a tear on the bronze cheek. "You're crying". It was
offered as surprised observation.

    Brad merely looked at his son.

    "You really do".

    Brad took a deep swallow. "Really do what?"

    "Love me".

    Brad was relieved to be able to truly chuckle. "Yeah. Go figure". This
time they both smiled. Brad looked at the open clear eyes. Gently he kissed
the soft lips. "I really do love you". The pit of his stomach was suddenly
cold as an unbelievable realization knocked him for a loop.

   Tony leaned up to kiss one of the tears away.





Chapter Four



Not wanting to venture outside dinner was cooked inside. They bathed with
the water from the kitchen tap and facecloths. Not too thorough but it got
the job done. Tony's shorts were set to soak in the bathroom sink. With
Brad in his briefs and his son naked they took a tentative sit on the porch
swing.

    Brad held the boy on his lap cradling as he clung a little too
tightly. "The bear is gone. Probably miles away by now. Bad food
source". Brad attempted a laugh but it died long before. He kissed the
smooth brow.

    Tony pressed his dad to the hirsute chest. Then he placed his hand in
his own slight chest. "The same", he muttered.

    "What is?"

    "Our heart beats. They're the same".

    This time Brad did chuckle.

    "Well, they are".  Tony pulled at the hairy forearm so he could place
the hand in his chest. "See?"

    Brad felt the warm flesh but had to concentrate. "I see".

    Tony was satisfied. Fingers gently toyed with the chest hair. "I think
you're the bravest man in the whole world".

    "Not so much".

    "You took on a bear all alone just for me". The beatific boy looked
squarely at his father. "I love you, too".

     Brad looked with wonder as he was kissed so tenderly on the
lips. "You're welcome", Brad forced a lightness he didn't feel.

     "I'm serious", he complained. Placing his hands on the stubbled cheeks
he kissed him again. "I know about kissing".

    Brad cocked an eyebrow. "Oh yeah?"

    "Yes. I do".

    "Okay, I give".

    Tony grinned in spite of his stance. His fingers slid along the
wanting-to-be beard. "Daddy?"

    Brad merely looked as response. Something else stirred. Something
familiar as a man was beginning to feel like a betrayal. He gazed into the
aqua eyes.

    "Tell me again".

    Brad pressed his lips to the boys. Slowly his lips rolled about the
thin flesh. His nostrils inhaled the intimate fragrance of youth. As he
pressed on his tongue took tentative swipes of Tony's lips. As though a
key, the lips parted allowing his tongue entry. With slow, deliberate
attempts their tongues met only to begin a gentle moist battle. Their
mouths opened wider to accommodate the sliding of tongue over tongue.

    Brad's hands slid from cheek to feel the curve of the neck. Then slid
slowly about the smooth small chest. The paps barely responded to his
fingers tender stroking. His head swam as the small hands reached up to
hold his neck. Brad's heart thundered through his ears as he became lost in
sensation. All of this was so very wrong. And felt so wonderfully right. He
became lost in the moment of supreme tenderness.

    As their lips parted Brad held the boys head go his chest. He couldn't
look at him. What had he done? How many lines had he just crossed? Now his
heart raced for a different reason. What must his son think of him?

    "Guess you know alot about kissing too, hunh?"

    Brad threw his head back laughing loudly, more with relief than
anything. Hugging his son closer his body eased. "What say we hit the hay?"

    Tony slid off the lap followed by his dad into the cabin. Brad stared
at the beautiful found globes. Tonight he would once more sleep in his
briefs.





Chapter Five



"That's quite the outfit", Brad commented as Tony stepped onto the verandah
in his hikers and nothing else.

    "Well, it is just us up here. Can I go like this?"

    "I suppose so", he mused. "You're not afraid?"

    Tony sidled up to his father taking the meaty paw. "Why? You'll protect
me".

    Brad walk alongside his son. 'And who'll protect you from me', he
troubled.

    The pond was clean as they swam happily. Brad was glad of the
coldness. But it was Tony who fired first of the water. As Brad eventually
waded out the kid was already munching a sandwich. The coolness of the
water lingered staving off the heat. Brad lay on his side as he
nibbled. His appetite was almost nonexistent.

    Tony crawled over awkwardly planting a kiss. He saw the look of
surprise but secretly smiled when his dad licked his own lips. The lad
shrugged. "I like kissing you", he said matter-of-factly.

    Brad grinned before he knew what he'd done. His paw soothed his sons
cheek as the thumb slid over the lips. There revved his heart again.

    "Guess it happens during the day, too", Tony said.

    Brad was amused by him. "What? Kisses?"

    "No, you getting hard", Tony gazed down.

    Brad followed the stare. His body had betrayed. Shit, shit. "Sorry, I
guess?"

    "Can you do that whenever you want?"

    "Um, I suppose. Wait. What did you mean you guessed it happens in the
daytime, too".

    "Oh, daddy. You get hard every night". Tony giggled. He then boldly
stared at the hard-on. "You certainly do get big".

    "Not really. I'm pretty average for a man. You're just comparing mine
to yours". Then he was stunned when Tony wrapped his little fingers about
the neck. He pushed the hand away. "Not appropriate". Brad was
annoyed. More at allowing this situation to occur.

    Tony looked confused. Then his eyes lit up in understanding. "Oh,
because we're outside".

    Now it was Brad who was confused. "Outside?" His heart thundered.

    Tony sat almost on his hip as he rested a hand on the broad muscled
shoulder. "Well, yeah. Instead of in bed like usual".

    "Usual?"

    Tony laughed at the expression on the handsome face. "Come on. Let's go
back in the water?"

    Brad followed. His mind raced as thoughts and questions whirled but no
concrete thought seemed to land. It was all too horrid to contemplate. He
would later blame it on his confusion but his son talked him into walking
back naked. Father and son trailed back to the cabin, hand in hand, nude.

    Brad remained in both physical and mental states through the prep,
eating, and cleaning up of dinner. Even as his mind cleared he wanted
answers. But maybe, just maybe, he wanted the answer he longed for and
feared most.

    The sunset slowly slid across the sky. Tony nestled in the crook of his
dad's arm as they sat side by side.

    "Is something the matter?"

    "No. Why?"

    "You're so quiet".

    "Sorry. No, nothing's wrong". Brad felt the boy beside him. They were
both bathed in the twilight hues. But Brad knew he had to know. "What did
you mean before about 'usual'?"

    Tony looked up into the questioning brown eyes. Was he in trouble? Why?
"Just that at night you push up against me. I've felt you hard lots of
times. Up here. At your apartment. Even when you slept with me at home when
grandma and grandpa came to stay. I know what you feel like". He paused
with a new thought. "I thought you liked it".

    Brad remained quiet.

    "Daddy?"

    Brad squeezed his son a little tighter. "It's okay. I think I just
figured something out". He smiled down at his son. His pride and joy. And
deep inside something sadly echoed. He gave up a sigh. "The sun is done for
me. I'm heading off to bed".

    Tony watched his father reach the door. "Can I come, too?"

    Brad turned stretching out an inviting hand. "Yeah. I think it's time".





Chapter Six



The lock was fastened.  They walked slowly towards the bed each lost in his
own thoughts. Tony wondered if his daddy would put his briefs on secretly
praying he wouldn't. Brad wondered if it was even possible to stop. As they
climbed onto the bed and Brad gazed down at his son he knew he
wouldn't. And knew above all things he didn't want to.

    "What're you staring at?" Tony smiled.

    Brad grinned warmly. "I don't know. Maybe it's taken me time to fully
realize something".

    "What?"

    "Stuff", Brad chuckled as he imitated his sons oft said answer. His
fingers began to softly dance on the boys chest. "Maybe how special you
are. To me".

     Tony grinned up at his father. "I already know". His eyes became
heavier. "Can we kiss like we did the other time?"

    Brad slid his fingers over the boys soft cheek. "Yes.  My love".

    Their lips met. They kissed as they both enjoyed. Brad marvelled how
quickly Tony opened his mouth. His tongue barely touched the young lips
when the muscle darted forth to welcome his own in. Stretching out before
the nubile body with young arms about his neck they kissed long.  Tongue
danced with tongue as they sloppily embraced. Kissing deeply they clung to
each other like old lovers, like new ones.

    As his father lifted his head away Tony stared in concern. "Daddy, why
are you crying?"

    He offered a weak smile. "Sometimes tears are happy. Or maybe just a
little mixed-up. But I wouldn't want to be anywhere but here and with no
one but you". He swallowed. "But when you've had enough, it's okay to
stop. Okay?"

    "I guess". The wet eyes distressed him somewhat. "I love you, daddy".

     Brad sighed. "We'll see". But it was mumbled as he kissed the young
neck.

     Tony giggled. "You tickle".

     Brad stretched his arms lifting himself above the lad. "Well, we can't
have that".  He moved quickly into the bathroom.

    "What're you doing?" Tony called following.

    "Ugh. Pissy pants", he referred to the shorts still soaking. "We forgot
these". Grabbing the shaving cream and razor he took to the kitchen.

    Tony watched as the grizzled lumberjack turned back into the ad
exec. As his father made a face Tony giggled. "Better".  Suddenly scooped
up into the muscles arms he floated through space until being plopped onto
the bed. His arms reached up only to get their reward of encircling the
thick neck as Brad lowered. Kissing was much better than watching daddy
shave. And daddys flapping tongue was better than anything. This time his
neck only felt tingles as daddy licked.

    Brad's tongue slid down to the chest. He licked slowly as he savoured
the perfection. The paps were soft as he lapped. Suckling they barely
responded but Tony's soft hands did. Fingers trailed through his thick
hair. There seemed to be urgency in the combing or, perhaps, it was Brad's
own need. His hunger. He had to know. Had to.

    Brad slid his body down to his knees on the floor. Pulling the torso
lower he slid the legs over his shoulder. Eyes looked down. There he
was. My boy. I made this. I never knew it was for me. His eyes took in the
small cocklet with its pale pink knob. The little peas were relaxed in
their loose white bag. Perfection.

    He closed his eyes as he lowered his head. His lips barely parted as
they slid all over the pliable sac. He luxuriated in the boys bag allowing
his lips a slight nibble of each small ball. Then his tongue darted out to
taste the texture. Sweet. Young.  Boy. The wet muscle began to lap, teasing
the balls with a cunnilinguists skill. Then his tongue darted upward
coaxing the little hard-on to respond. It flexed and jerked. Then lips
brought the cocklet home into his sucking mouth.

    Tony pulled at the hair. So good. Felt wonderful. Daddy's sucking my
pee pee. And it's good. So good. Tony shifted his hips. That felt
better. Pushing and pulling his hips made his pee pee send volts up his
spine. So good. He pulled the hair harder.

    Brad let his tongue bath the shaft in spit. He felt every curve and
bump. His senses were on fire. In a mouth scoop he pulled the entire sex
into his sucker.

    Tony flounced as his body reacted to the amazing sensations. He gurgled
as thought left only to be replaced by primal enjoyment.

     Brad slid upward to gently press his lips to his lovers. Embracing his
son he pulled the boy up until they were both kneeling on the mattress.

    Tony felt the grip relax before he took a moment to look at his dad. As
they stared at each other Tony broke into a wide grin. "You really are a
good kisser!" His father returned the grin.

     Overwhelmed and over-stimulated, Brad eased his son into his arms as
they lay back with Tony securely on top. Chest to chest they slowly
calmed. Then slept.





Chapter Seven



Tony found his dad on the verandah. Without hesitation the lad climbed onto
the hair-filled lap. "Morning", he nestled.

    "Morning, champ", he said as he had done so many mornings
before. However, this day he felt his sons pert buns with intimacy, no
trace of parental devotion. The lad kissed his neck with his own sense of
intimacy. Despite his morning solo jack-off his cock stirred to life
resting its upward weight against the private crevice of his son. "Sleep
okay?"

    Tony mumbled into his neck.

    "I don't think you're quite awake". He patted the buns.

    "Feel up my back".

    His paw slid up to find the trace of scales. "Are you peeling?"

    Tony giggled into the neck. "That's from you".  He sat back amused by
the handsome expression. "Oh, daddy. You've done that before". Tony laughed
as his father actually blushed. He slid until he stood in front of the mans
now splayed legs. "Watch".

     With eyes wide Brad saw the boy slide to his knees. The young mouth
opened taking in the knob of his cock. With an extraordinary expertise the
boy sucked until the shaft was engorged. The overwhelming sensation of
stimulation to his body as well as the sight before him brought him to
climax in less than two minutes. My son sucks cock. My cock. For how long?
Just mine? Fuck, he knows how to suck my cock. Mine. Brad's paws held the
lads face as he stood. "My word".  As he began to smile he could only think
of all the time that had been wasted. Wasted. But no more. Not ever again.

    "See, daddy? I've loved you lots longer".

    Brad grinned. The son-of-a-bitch had. Brad sighed. 'Lucky me', he
thought.


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