Date: Thu, 30 Jun 2011 16:43:16 -0700 (PDT) From: Dave Ledge Subject: Dad, Jim, and Me 4 Dad, Jim, and Me...chapter four and final chapter... Well, I wish I could say that Dad changed after he saw (while hiding from me) how I dominated "Uncle" Jim, stripped him and sort of used him. I knew Dad had cum from watching me and seeing me naked with a hard on for the first time. I figured he would open up to me. Nope. The opposite. He was now never in the same room with me alone, ever. To be honest, this frustrated the hell out of me. I knew I was good-looking. I had worked hard for my body. I had set up a hell of a show for my hunky Dad. I was ready for a showdown with him. Obviously he wasn't ready for one with me. In my frustration I sort of took it out on Jim. I guess I should apologize for that in a kind of "global" way. However, making me even more frustrated in one way, while not in another way (grin), Jim loved me taking my frustration out on him. This man just loved me using him. He was starting to look at me adoringly even. I think he was starting to "pick out china". And could I keep from going "all the way" with him. Nope. My cock thinks for me when a very hot man wants me to use it the way I want to use it. But to become an exclusive lover with Jim...? Puh-leese! I can't deny how hot Jim is. But if I wanted someone to dominate, for real, I'd find a certain kind of woman. And since I'm still 17 I'm not looking to settle down now either. And I know he's still seeing my Dad and pleasing him somehow. And that really pisses me off. I mean, how can this fuck have what must be the best of all worlds and have my hunky Dad in his bed as well as Dad's hunky son? Anyway, bottom line time. What do I want? I want a man. I want a man to challenge me as a man. Period. Jim can't do that. Dad? I don't know. I was starting to despair in some ways, while also having amazing sex. I was so confused, so satisfied and so unsatisfied. I finally turned 18. I waited with barely bated breath to see what would happen next. On the weekend I got my answer. My Dad let the whole family know in no uncertain terms that he and I were going to mountains that weekend to celebrate my birthday, and open up our summer cabin for the summer. On Friday, we packed up and then got into his truck to go up to our cabin in the Rockies. For the first few miles we didn't talk. Dad was having to concentrate on the traffic heading the same way we were, leaving Denver. Denver's a pretty big city and has done ok with roads and traffic. However, what can you do with roads up into the high mountains that shoot straight up from Denver's mile high plain? Dad has an old truck with a straight shift on the steering wheel. At some point I got lost in watching him shift, grabbing the shifter, jerking it, feeling it... Oh grow up, I thought. When the traffic finally cleared and the road opened up not far from the cabin, he finally looked at me and spoke to me. "Can we talk when we get to the cabin?" I assured him we could. When we got into the cabin I realized that there was no need for us to do any work this weekend. It had already been done. It looked wonderful. It was even updated. I don't think it had ever looked better. I raised my eyebrows at him. I didn't know what to say. He smiled at my expression. "Let's have some beers and relax. We can talk later", he said. He tossed me a beer and we sat and drank in silence. It was still cool in the mountains so Dad had built up a big fire out in the living room. The fire warmed up the room well. Dad got up after a while and got us both more beers. After taking a deep swig of his, he went into one of the bedrooms and came back with some sleeping bags. He motioned me to help and we unzipped the bags and laid them out on the floor in front of the fireplace. While they weren't bearskin rugs (grin) they would be comfortable to lie on and roll around on? Again I looked at him quizzically. He just grinned. Once we had finished, he looked at me hard and then suddenly shucked his tee shirt off. He watched me admire him. Yeah, he was in great shape! All that "work" with Jim had paid off, I guess. I must have had a funny expression on my face, thinking of Jim, because Dad come over to me and suddenly grabbed my tee shirt and stripped it off of me! He then grabbed me in a bear hug and squeezed tight. Damn, that hurt! Instinctively, I grabbed him back and squeezed him hard, too. We quickly started to grunt and groan as we were suddenly fighting half naked! Neither one of us would let go. We just wanted to hurt the other man. Where had this come from so suddenly? Eventually we took turns squeezing the other, flexing our big biceps and rubbing our naked chests together. My back already hurt like hell but my nipples were on fire from rubbing his hairy chest with my hairless one. Our faces touched and we panted as we fought. Being the same height neither one had an advantage and our nipples joined the fight, since they were at the same height, too. Eventually I noticed my cock was totally hard, still encased in my underwear and jeans. But then, if he hadn't put some other kind of weapon in his pants, so was my Dad's, too! I thrust my crotch at his and started to try to rub his cock with mine. That elicited another kind of moan from him! LOL. He let go then and I followed suit. We broke apart, still panting with pain and now, desire. His chest hair was already wet with sweat and matting on his heaving barrel chest. I'm sure I was just as sweaty and probably "glowing" with sweat in the firelight. Dad stared at me and then burst out with anger at me. "I know what you've been doing to Jim", he said. "He's mine. Keep away from him, you hear?" Well, that was the last thing I expected to hear. As if I cared one way or the other about that boy man. However, I wasn't going to take this "lying down". "What's the matter, Dad? Can't keep your boy in your bed? Just so you know, he's the one who started things between us. I don't have to chase him. Actually he can't keep his hands off me. I guess he wants a real man in his bed?" I said the last thing wanting to see what he would do. I didn't mean it of course. Well, he turned red with rage. He stripped off his shorts and underwear and stood before me totally naked with a huge, hard cock. "This, boy, is a man. This is a man's man. This is a man who can keep anyone satisfied!" To say I was totally turned on would be the world's biggest understatement of all time. I was totally in lust. Dad didn't lie. He was a hunk, a hairy hot real man. He was what I wanted to be. However... "Oh yeah?" I replied? I yanked off my shorts and underwear and stood totally naked before him with my just as big and just as hard cock jutting out obscenely in front of me. "Well, I think he wants the real deal. He wants muscle, youth, and beauty all three. He wants me and not you, old man." That did it! The fight was back on. Dad lunged at me and tackled me to the floor. We fought like crazed men. We punched, and spit, and yelled. Jealousy, rage, and lust fueled our fight. I don't know how long we slammed at each other. We didn't do as much damage as we could have since we never let the other go except to punch with one hand. We kept trying to dominate and control the other, rolling over and over. Sometimes I was on top. Sometimes he was. Our cocks reveled in the pain and sweat. We stayed totally hard and our cocks fought their own battle and they thrust and parried and punched and rubbed, each one trying to dominate and control the other. Our breathing was harsh and labored. I was in better aerobic shape but Dad was angrier. He actually cared about that dip shit, Jim. Who knew? Eventually we wound down and rolled away from each other. We both had cut lips, multiple bruises, and scrapes. We might even have black eyes from a couple of lucky punches. We were massively sweaty, tired, in pain, and exhausted. Neither one of us had cum but we were both dripping with pre-cum. We stared at each other's naked and hot as hell manly bodies. Yeah, I could have sold tickets for our fight and not had to worry about college money, I thought. Reviewing how Dad's body felt against mine as we fought in the most intimate way possible made my cock quiver. Down, boy! I broke the silence finally. "Dad, if you want that asshole, Jim, he's yours, if you can keep him away from me. I'm not into boys or boy men. I don't want a pussy. I want a man I can respect. I want an equal." I watched him react to each of my statements. Puzzled, confused, disbelieving and finally understanding. "You want a real man, like me?" he asked. "Yeah, just like you." I stared him down, willing him to understand what I really wanted. He finally smiled his beautiful smile. I reached over and grabbed him and pushed him to the floor, on his back. I quickly straddled him and grabbed his hands and forced them out and entwined his legs with mine and grapevined him. I started to slam my body against his and humped and rubbed and tried to feel every inch of his magnificent body against mine! He struggled with me. Not against me, but with me. He could tell I was trying my absolute hardest to make him cum, to control him and make him mine. He fought back. This was no pussy Jim who frustrated me by wanting me to make him my slave. This was a real man who was not going to be dominated by another man. This was my equal whom I had desired since before I knew what desire was. That last thought did it. My 18 year old body couldn't hold the cum in any longer. I screamed at the top of my lungs. I started to flood us both with gallons of cum. I dropped my face onto Dad's. I attacked his mouth with mine and grabbed his cock from between us and jerked him madly and passionately! I could feel his body stiffen with shock and surprise. Within seconds I felt his cock go from hard to pure granite. I jerked him as well as I could in this awkward position and pinched his nipples with my other hand while still rubbing our bodies together, sliding sweaty and sensually. One last pinch and stab of my tongue and he finally let it go, too. He yelled almost as loudly as I had and flooded our guts with his own Dad cum! We must have fallen asleep then. I don't know how long we stayed like that, me on top of Dad, stuck together with our mixed cum. Bliss... All things have to end though. We finally stirred and separated, with an obscene squelch from our cum-coated bodies. We didn't know what to say then. Finally I said, "I love you Dad. You're the only man I've ever wanted." He searched my face for answers. I guess he found them because he said, "I love you, too John. And you're the hottest man I've ever been naked with." He chuckled, but then his expression became more reflective. He looked at our naked, sweaty, and cum-covered bodies. You could see him checking us both out and loving the sight of us together. "John, we're going to do something like this again, aren't we?" I nodded. "Maybe not quite so violently though? I'm not going to be able to move tomorrow at all!" I laughed. "Don't worry big guy. I'll be sure you have plenty to do in bed tomorrow. You can stay there, naked, all day. In fact you won't need to move much at all!" I mimed sucking his big cock then with an obscene gesture and smacked my lips. Grin. He turned red and said, "you're on, sport. And turnabout is fair play, too!" We both laughed out loud then. What a weekend this was turning out to be! My gorgeous Dad and me, just us, no holds barred, no limits, no boundaries. Just two hot men, together... However, his face clouded then. "John, you're the hottest man I've been with, as I said. However, would it be ok if I still saw Jim, too? What I feel for him is so different from what I feel for you. And, as you know, he's got a great butt, too!" He sort of half laughed, trying to put some humor into what was suddenly a tense situation. I winced, visibly. However, I had expected something like this. After all Dad had fought me, only a couple of hours ago, because of his feelings for Jim and his jealousy and his fear that I would take Jim away from him. Sigh. "OK. That pussy is yours," I said. "Just one thing..." He looked at me questioningly. "No more Dad/Son talk with him. I'm your real son. And your real son wants his real dad in bed--now!" "Shower..." he started to say. "Nope, I want my real man dad naked, raunchy, and dirty. I'm going to work him over and make us both cum and cum so that we're stuck together with cum forever!" And I did...