Date: Mon, 6 Jul 2020 00:26:09 -0400
From: a4f tales <a4ftales@gmail.com>
Subject: Daddy Night, Part 3

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Previously...

"You good?" Dan asked after a long moment of contemplating his son.

"Yeah," Ian said, feeling the truth of it, making him smile. "Really
good. Are you?"

"Never better, kid," Dan grinned. "So... are *we* good, son?" Ian could
hear the emphasis on the last part, and he nodded again.

"Never better, Dad," he said back, feeling bold and strong and ready for
anything. Every bit his father's son, for sure. Dan nodded back with that
easy smile he did so well.

"You wanna get out of here, bud?" Dan said. "I guess if we ain't gone to
sleep, it's still my night, right?" His grin was full of hot promise,
knowing and inviting and encouraging all at once.

"Where you wanna go, big guy?" Ian said, feeling bold and aware of all the
new possibilities between them now, giving the paternal arm encircling him
a warm, slow squeeze.

"I'm open to ideas, son," Dan said, eyes twinkling, and damn, if his father
knew the kind of ideas Ian was having... but then, he probably had more
than a few of his own, too. Ian wanted to hear about that, and explore
them. As close as they'd gotten to each other over the years, if ever there
was a night to get even closer, this was it. Who knew if or when the magic,
and the opportunity that went with it, might fade away?

"Well, technically I guess it's Father's Day now," Ian said, heart starting
to beat faster again. "Let's go do something special to celebrate it."

* * * * *

Usually the ride from the gayborhood back to his place would have taken
maybe ten minutes, but it was a Saturday night in summer, Pride weekend,
and of course Father's Day weekend too, so the streets were busier and
slower than usual. Ian didn't mind. He felt fucking great, riding the
trailing end of the ecstasy Troy had fed them, halfway full of very good
liquor, and still floating on the pleasant afterglow of the fierce,
powerful orgasm he'd pumped down Troy's talented throat. Beside his Dad,
who was beside him now, sprawled out comfortably on the backseat of the
Uber, long legs spread wide, his bare knee resting easily against Ian's
own, riding all those same good feelings and experiences with him.

It felt good to sink into the comfy backseat and just let the world go
slowly by, dubby reggae playing low on the car's sound system. Every once
in awhile Dan's knee would graze up and down against his, reminding him of
where they were, where they'd been together, where they were going, and
he'd look over and see the man, smiling that easy, half-buzzed smile at
him, and feel the heat inside him turn up a little more. Thinking about all
the stuff they'd already done, tonight and the other nights before it. All
the stuff they might yet get to do tonight, maybe. The hot, playful, secret
history between them, and how well it seemed to go along with the more
typical father-son bond they had, without fucking either side up, or at
least it seemed so far. Best of both worlds, seemed like, though he guessed
tonight might be the test of that. Depended on how far they went.

Right now, they weren't going very far at all, but that was OK too. He was
eager to get back to his apartment, of course, to get to be alone with Dan
and see what they both had in mind. But he knew it was good to have a
little time to clear their heads before that, too. Not totally, of course
-- he liked the leftover vibes he was feeling right now, and he wanted them
to continue. But it was good to be sure they were on the same page before
they stepped things up, got even closer, and deeper.

Dan shifted in his seat, his arm stretching along the back, bringing him
closer to Ian, who smiled and leaned into him, nice and easy and natural.

"Maybe we should've just walked after all," Dan said, wrapping his arm
comfortably around him.

"I dunno, it's nice to sit here and be comfy and chill, too," Ian said,
looking at the sea of brake lights ahead, and not feeling the least bit
wound up about them.

"Good point," Dan said. "Big day."

"Real big," Ian grinned, and he wasn't even trying to make some kind of
double entendre, but Dan let out a soft, knowing chuckle and shifted his
thigh against him, and now the double entendre was all he could think
of. He looked over at Dan's crotch, the handsomely proportioned bulge,
thick and full, and felt the stirring inside him again. In the streetlight
coming through the car window, he could even see the faint shadow of the
wet spot where the head of Dan's dick pressed against the fabric, where it
had seeped slowly after the incredible blowjob Troy had given him, and felt
his own cock stirring from its lazy slumber.

He'd touched that cock. Just the base of it, just for a moment, but shit,
what a moment. While Troy was working it with his silky lips and tongue,
coaxing the load from Dan's big balls as Dan and Ian devoured each other's
mouths. Holy fuck, what a night. Him and his own father. All of a sudden he
started to feel the bigness of it all, and it made his insides tighten up
all over again. But under that, deeper, it felt good. He felt really good.

Dan looked over at him, saw where his gaze was directed, and chuckled low
and deep, his arm squeezing around Ian's neck.

"Like what you see, huh kid?" he murmured to him, and Ian felt a rush of
pure heat go through him, from out of nowhere, as his cock swelled in his
own shorts some more.

"Yeah," he said, surprising himself a little, looking up at his father and
meeting his gaze. "I do." After a slow beat while they just looked at each
other, adding, "Seen a lot of it, too."

"That you have," Dan said, grinning. "Looks like you might wanna see more."

"Among other things," Ian said, his mouth suddenly getting a little dry,
savoring the way Dan's eyes flared at that.

"Good," Dan said. "Me too." He gave Ian's growing bulge a slow, deliberate,
and thorough going-over with his eyes, and turned his hot smile back on his
son.

That settled it, and Dan tugging his head closer to kiss him just sealed
it. It was an easy kiss, sensual and deep in its own way, the kind that
could get real intense and passionate real quick, For now, though, it felt
good to let it flow, their lips smacking slow and soft, a good
old-fashioned makeout, the kind Ian liked real well in its own
right. Knowing they'd get where they both wanted to soon enough, and no
need to rush in the meantime. Just enjoying the smooth, easy ride.

They spent a good few minutes like that, letting their lips explore,
trading hot, slow breath and vibing together. After a moment's hesitation,
Ian's hand found his father's strong thigh, squeezing the powerful muscle,
letting his hand roam there a little while as Dan shifted it toward him,
opening himself up to his son to explore him like a man as they continued
to kiss low and slow. After a little bit, Dan reached across and found
Ian's stroking hand, covering it and squeezing it gently.

"We need to talk ground rules," he said, holding Ian's hand where it was
high up the firm, warm solidity of his thigh.

"Right now?" Ian said,

"No, not right now," Dan said, and Ian could see the seriousness in his
eyes, but his smile told him the other side of how his father was feeling
about this. All the same ways he was. "Before we get too far, though. Make
sure we're on the same page."

"Yeah," Ian nodded, because almost always, his father was right. He let up
on Dan's thigh, but the man's big strong hand stayed covering it, keeping
it where it was.

"But we're not there yet," Dan grinned. "Little ways to go still."

He leaned in and kissed Ian again, slow and easy like before, lips warm and
languid. Dan squeezed his hand, then nudged it a little, letting Ian show
him if he wanted to go on. Ian shifted his palm a little higher up, and Dan
let out that soft rumbling sound and guided it easily up the taut stretch
of his inner thigh, drawing it deeper into the warmth between his legs, and
the hard, steadily throbbing bulge that laid there waiting.

"No pressure, buddy," Dan said. "Just letting you know how it is."

"It's good, big guy," Ian murmured back to him. "Real good." Dan grinned at
him, and Ian leaned in to kiss him with a little more intent now, feeling
bold and hot and welcomed. Encouraged, in fact. Ian murmured into his
mouth, almost inaudible, and Dan grunted back as his son's hand found the
growing expanse of his cock and traced over it, real light at first, then
more intently, with gentle pressure that had the big man moaning softly,
his tongue teasing at Ian's lips.

*Now* he was really touching his father's cock. Through his shorts, sure,
but he was touching it, cupping it, *feeling* it, and a whole lot of it
too. His palm stroked over the contours of the man's impressive bulge, and
he could feel that drying spot where the head throbbed through the fabric,
unfiltered by underwear, the dampness starting to grow again as he stoked
it. Dan let out another deep, quiet grunt, reached up to cup Ian's jaw with
his fingertips, then tilted his head in at a different angle and smoothly
fed his son his thick, wet, slow-dancing tongue.

They tried to keep it quiet and discreet, but that was getting harder and
harder. It wasn't the only thing, of course, and by the time they broke
that round of kissing, things inside Dan's shorts were very hard
indeed. Ian's too, very much so. Dan looked up to the front seat, seeing
the driver looking steadily ahead. At some point she'd put her earbuds in,
which seemed like a cool thing for her to do, and the two men smiled at
each other, knowing they had a little more room to run, if they wanted to.

Dan gave his son that hot, direct, manly look he'd been flashing him all
night, from the stage when he'd stripped, and up close on the dancefloor,
and then in the bathroom with Troy opening their shorts and reaching inside
to take hold of them both at the same time. It was working like a fucking
charm on Ian, like he knew it had worked on a whole bunch of people before
him, women and quite a few men too, judging by the hints his father had
dropped here and there. That just made Dan even hotter to him, made him
want the man who'd made him even more. He wanted to hear his father's
secret stories, his wild adventures, as they sprawled together in Ian's
bed, soaking up the afterglow together.

Ian guessed he knew where they were heading, then, and he was real OK with
that. Dan's hand reached over and squeezed his knee, rubbing in a slow,
warm circle, then slid up and down his thigh just like Ian had done to his,
all along the strong, taut muscles, chuckling against his lips as Ian's
legs parted for him with ready ease. His father's big, capable hand roamed
smoothly and confidently deep up the inside of his thigh, and fuck, his Dad
knew how to touch another man. Christ, what a hot notion that was, even as
the man's hand reached his own full, hard bulge and palmed it with slow,
hungry intent, making him moan against Dan's parted, grinning lips.

"Yeah, that's my boy," Dan murmured hotly and quietly into his mouth, and
Ian couldn't stop his helpless whimper as he sealed his hungry lips to his
father's and kissed him with a half-lifetime's worth of pent-up desire,
finding the man more than ready to kiss back just as lustily.

The car moved and stopped, moved and stopped, and they made out the whole
time, squeezing each other's bulges, making hot promises with their lips
and tongues and hands. Neither of them realized the car had pulled up to
Ian's building until the driver cleared her throat quietly, and then they
broke apart suddenly. Ian blushed, then blushed even harder when he
realized just how insanely hard he was in his shorts, and getting slick
inside his underwear too. Dan found his composure quickly, of course,
leaning up between the seats to hand the driver one of the twenties that
had been tossed at him on the End Zone's stage earlier.

"Thank you," he said, "and sorry about that."

"Not at all," the driver said with a smile in her voice. "The things I see
in here, trust me. Hope you enjoyed the ride."

"Five stars," Dan said, shooting a grin at Ian, who was opening the door,
rolling his eyes but smiling too.

"Happy Pride, guys," the woman said, then smiled out her window at Ian as
he climbed out. "Have a good night."

"Thank you, ma'am, we will," Ian said, looking across the roof of the car
at his father, still grinning at him, and with a little wave, the Uber
driver pulled away.

"This is making me rethink buying you that new couch," Dan said as they
climbed the last of the five flights of stairs to Ian's apartment, not out
of breath, but definitely sweating it a little.

"Hey, I never have to worry about skipping leg day," Ian said over his
shoulder, not missing the way Dan's eyes roamed all over his legs in his
shorts.

"Not that you need it," his Dad said, looking back up and smiling at him
with that hot, interested gaze that must have had panties dropping for
decades now. Fuck, his own father was flirting with him, like *really*
flirting, and he was even more positive his underwear were going to be the
next ones his Dad claimed.

"Thanks, big guy, I got `em from you," he said, thrilled to play the game
with him, and Dan's grin got bigger and this whole thing between them felt
a lot surer.

Ian liked his little place. It was his first true place of his own, right
in town and cheaper because it was a walk-up, but he didn't mind the
exercise and he liked the character it had. He made a decent first-year
salary, but he'd always listened to Dan and been careful with his
money. Most of his friends and peers lived in the glassy new tower
complexes over in the New Harbor district, big sterile yuppie terrariums
where they doubled up in chintzy shoebox apartments to save on rent, and on
the weekends it felt just like the dorms again over there, only with nicer
kitchens. But Ian's place was spacious, and quiet, and it was all his. That
meant he and his father could be here together, see what they could get up
to, and take their time doing it.

"You want a drink?" Dan said, eyeing his little bar setup in the living
room.

"Sure, but water first," Ian said, heading for the fridge. "Good boy," Dan
said, and the words, and the way he said them, made his insides warm and
his underwear even tighter. He dropped some ice cubes in a couple of
tumblers and snagged a couple of bottles of water and headed back to his
father.

"I see you're stocked right," Dan said, holding up the bottle of Sailor
Jerry with a grin.

"Acquired the taste from you," he said, handing him the glasses and
flopping down on the couch, sighing comfortably. Dan poured them each a
reasonable measure, and Ian let himself just watch the man move as he came
over to the couch with drinks and a smile, a little bit of a déjÃ
vu vibe again, all those times his father had poured them a drink and led
him off someplace for some time just for them.

His father looked really fine, even at the tail end of a long day and a
crazy night, but especially now, nobody else around, nothing and no-one to
distract them from each other. Still as handsome as he'd always been, but
more lived-in now, looking at ease with who he was inside and out. It was a
powerful thing, and it had always been a draw to Ian -- not just in his
father, but other men too. Guys his age were hot too, in their own way, but
there was just a solidity to an older guy that he'd really come to look for
in a man, especially these past couple years. Tight abs and a 30-inch waist
weren't especially interesting to him, but strong and solid sure were, and
Dan had been confidently rocking that for as long as he could remember.

It didn't take a genius to figure out how all that had come together to
make Ian who he was, shape what he wanted, and eventually bring him
here. Sitting on his couch with his thighs spread, relaxed and most of the
way hard in his shorts, casually but openly ogling his own father, as the
man came back to him, comfortably ogling him right back, his own big semi
bulging his shorts and leading the way.

"Always happy to be an inspiration, son," Dan grinned as he eased down next
to him, bare knee rubbing against Ian's, and handed him his glass.

"Better than a cautionary tale, right?" Ian said back, and Dan tilted his
glass at him with a wry smile.

"Let's not get too far ahead of ourselves just yet," his father said. "Like
we were saying earlier, the night's still relatively young."

They took a slow sip of the rum, eyes on each other, warm and direct at
once, and yeah, the flavor and the vibe were a powerful sense memory
combination for him. His cock hummed warmly inside his boxer briefs, all
those times together coming back to him in warm little waves, leading up to
and then through tonight, and now here. To his place, alone together at
last, and looking at each other in new ways, with new eyes. Open to new
things, it felt like, new ways they could be together, new levels to
connect on.

Ian decided to show his father how interested he was in those new
things. He set his glass down on the coffee table, then leaned up close to
Dan, running one hand up the inside of his thigh as he moved in smoothly to
kiss his father's lips. Dan let out a soft little grunt of pleasure as
Ian's hand ran all the way up into the fork of his crotch, his lips
engaging with Dan's, encouraging them to part, even more so when Ian's hand
found the mound of his father's balls and caressed it. Dan's tongue flicked
his lips, and Ian took that as the invitation it was clearly meant to be,
and slid his own inside his father's mouth.

He heard the clunk of Dan's glass on the table, and then felt his father's
hands on him, sliding up his flanks and drawing him in deep as he sat up to
meet his son in their long, deep, heated kiss. Dan cupped the back of his
head with a firm hand, giving him more of an invitation to go deeper, to
show his father the kind of man he was, and the lover he could be. The kiss
grew hungrier, the soft smack of their lips and tongues together growing
more intense, backed up with little grunts and murmurs of pleasure.

Earlier, in the bathroom of the End Zone, and then in the back of the Uber,
he'd felt a little bit outside himself, doing this with Dan -- the vibe,
the ecstasy, the liquor, the unthinking draw between them in an unguarded
moment. Now, though, he was a little more clear-headed, even as the fog of
their mutual lust set in. This wasn't about the moment, it was about them,
their connection and their desire for each other, and he tried to show Dan
all that as their tongues danced, slick with rum and spit and alive with
hunger for each other. His hand squeezed Dan's bulge rhythmically, slowly,
feeling it throb and strain at his shorts, long and hard and thick and
eager, and when he took Dan's other hand and guided it into his own crotch,
the satisfied grunt from his father told him how impressed and approving he
was, and how excited he was at all the ways they were alike.

Dan's arm snaked round his waist and drew him up close, Ian rising up on
one knee and smoothly straddling his father's thigh, which positioned him a
little higher, and let him take the man's handsome head in both hands and
really feed him his tongue. Dan growled low in his throat and let his son
have him, and fuck it felt good to finally do this, to show his father the
slow-burning desire he'd been feeling for him since he'd first discovered
what his hardons were for. He didn't think he'd ever been this hard before,
and when he grazed the solid bulge in his shorts against Dan's torso, his
father growled again, clutched his ass in one hand, and pulled his hips in
tight, encouraging him to go with it, just feel it and do it, to hump
against him while they fed on each other's tongues and spit and deep-seated
manly hunger.

Ian pulled back after several long, luscious minutes of that, reaching down
to pull his shirt up and off, watching his father's eyes rake over his bare
chest and arms and stomach appreciatively, followed by his equally
appreciative hands and fingers. He wasn't the biggest, most muscular guy
around, but Ian had always kept in good shape, helped by the strong frame
he'd inherited from his father, and he knew he looked pretty damn good with
his shirt off. It wasn't usually in his nature to think like that, but
right now he was feeling hot and alive and eager to show the man who'd made
him how good a job he'd done. Besides, he'd seen so much of Dan tonight, it
only seemed fair to let the man see him, and touch him, too.

"I know you said ground rules," Ian half-panted, flexing up his pecs a
little as Dan's big, warm, experienced hands stroked and squeezed
them. "But let me have this first, OK?"

"Don't worry, stud kid," Dan growled, giving his pecs another solid,
appreciative squeeze, and *fuck* that was an incredibly sexy thing for the
man to call him. "I want us to have this too. It's been long overdue." He
thumbed the stiff points of Ian's nipples, and Ian's breath caught in his
throat, then he went for his father hungrily.

He tugged at Dan's MR. DADDY NIGHT shirt, the man giving him an amused but
excited grin, raising his arms to let his son strip it from him. Christ, he
looked amazing, big and handsome and strong, *solid*, the fur on his chest
and in his pits rich and full, the picture of a healthy, confident, deeply
sexy man in his absolute prime. Ian's mouth literally watered as he ran his
hands over his father's big pecs and shoulders and upper arms, feeling more
than a little bit like a kid on Christmas morning, getting what he'd always
wanted.

Now that he was free of his shirt, a cloud of Dan's musk, rich and intense,
sweat and pheromones and *man*, wafted up between them. Ian's nostrils
flared as he breathed in the scent of his father, and he imagined this was
what they all said a hit of poppers felt like, a rush that lit up his brain
and all the hot wires that coursed down from it, through his body, to his
cock. He pressed his nose to the curve where Dan's neck met his shoulder,
right on the tanline from his polo shirt, and Dan tilted his head to the
side and let him in there, gave himself up to his son to draw deeply from.

The scent of him was complex, and it was more than just the aroma of a man
after a long, active summer day, his drives all fired up now. Under that
was a hit of pure nostalgia for Ian -- the neck he'd rested his head
against when he was a little kid being carried; the smell of Dan's
sun-warmed skin against his when he'd curled his big body around Ian's to
teach him proper batting stance; the pre-shower morning aroma of him that
Ian remembered from tiptoeing into his room on Father's Day mornings to
wake him.

Ian shuddered at all that, feeling his boxer briefs starting to soak with
precum now, and when he turned his head to kiss his father again, he found
Dan ready, leaning in to meet him halfway, lips parting again to welcome
Ian back to him. Their tongues entwined in a kiss that was deeper and
lustier than anything Ian could remember sharing with anyone, and certainly
no other kiss he'd shared had ever felt this profound.

They came up for air after a few minutes, and Dan gave his torso a squeeze
and shot him a look that was a mix of hunger and paternal firmness.

"This is the point, right here," Dan said thickly. "You and me, we gotta
decide, buddy."

Ian let out an unexpected moan of frustration, but nodded too, sitting
back. "The fork in the road," he muttered, and Dan smiled a little and
nodded back.

"Much further than this, and we can't take it back," his father said.

"You don't think we reached that point the first time we jerked off
together?" Ian said, cock pulsing again just thinking about it, just like
it had been doing ever since they'd first done it.

"That was something different," Dan said. "Different time, different
headspace. You were heading off to college, I was going through another
breakup..."

"Bullshit, Dad," Ian said. "That was about you and me, pure and simple. I
thought about all the excuses for it too. But I kept on thinking about
it. Then, and all the other times. All of them, they were all about *us*."

Dan's eyes flared and he looked away for a second, but then turned back and
gave Ian a direct look that was both hot and a little intimidating at the
same time, full of strong and deep emotions and desires that fought with
each other, more than the man ever let on.

"You regret it, son?" he said, his voice almost a growl. "Did we fuck it
up? Did I fuck *you* up?"

"No," he said, with a firmness that surprised him. "Any other guy, maybe it
would. I dunno. I guess I'm too much your son for that. Too much like
you. You and me... we're just a little different from other guys, that's
all."

He'd never said any of that aloud to anyone before, but he'd sure as hell
thought about it, a lot, for a long time. Saying it out loud now, he felt
how true it was, at last. It felt like a burden falling away, almost. Now
he could see a little relief in the way Dan looked at him too, and shit,
they really were two sides of the same coin.

"Yeah," Dan grunted to himself. "Just the way we're wired, huh?"

"Guess so," Ian said, shifting against him a little, letting his father
feel how hard he still was. Just like he could feel Dan was, when he
shifted his ass down a little and felt the intensely hard paternal bulge
pulsing underneath him. You could say all the words you wanted to, but your
cock always told the truth. Even when it was getting you in trouble. Maybe
especially then. But he guessed Dan knew all about that, and it seemed now
like he did too.

"You swear you're not gonna let this fuck you up, son?" Dan said, his gaze
intense now. "I'll take the responsibility, or the blame, or whatever. But
I need to know this is what you want, too."

"You know we can't promise each other that," Ian said. "But I feel like
this... *us*... we're OK. And I can promise you this -- I want *you*, Dad."

Dan let out another soft growl and rubbed Ian's back, deep and firm and
slow.

"Fuck, buddy," he said. "You got no idea how good it feels to hear that."

"Show me, then," Ian said, and Dan slowly grinned at him again, leaning up
close, eye to eye with him, his gaze deep and direct and warm. Love and
lust, twinned, the way it felt for Ian sometimes too, when he thought about
the two of them. Just like it did now. He felt it in his father too, as
they drew tighter and kissed again, deep and heated and emotional, too.

"Where we goin' with this?" Dan asked a little bit after that, their hands
all over each other, stroking and squeezing, really taking each other in as
men for the first time. Ian frowned a little, thinking they'd just dealt
with all that.

"I thought we said... you and me, we're gonna... you know..." he said. Dan
gave him a confused look, and then the lightbulb went off, and he laughed,
deep and rich and sexy.

"Oh, we're gonna, son," he growled, and Ian bit his lip and grunted softly
at that. "No, I mean literally -- where we goin'? Stayin' here, someplace
else...?"

"Oh, yeah, duh, shit," Ian laughed, and Dan laughed with him, and damn it
was a fine thing to have that easy side together, right now. It was such a
sexy question, too, and he felt all kinds of thrills inside. He leaned into
them, and leaned into Dan, giving his lips a slow, moist, hot kiss.

"I'd like you to take me to bed... Dad," he said, heart racing as he did,
feeling bold and sexy and really tapped into himself, and the energy
between them, strong and deep. Dan's eyes flared and he squeezed Ian's
torso a little tighter, and Ian knew he was right on target. They really
were wired the same way, and even if it was a little wrong, fuck it was
hot, too.

"I'd love to do that, son," his father said, deep and husky and promising,
keying into the taboo, lusty vibe with him. "But first -- and don't hit me
-- I could use a quick run through your shower."

"Shit, I don't care, " Ian grunted. "I kind of like you the way you are,"
he added, blushing a little. Dan chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck,
tugging his head in a little closer to his chest, encouraging him to inhale
a little more of the man's heady scent, nice and deep.

"I love that, buddy," he said, and gave him a nice appreciative sniff
too. "But trust me on this..."

Ian's heart beat a little faster and his cock and balls and taint all
tingled together, tingled *hard*, at the sexy intent in Dan's voice,
wondering what the man had in store for him. What his father had been
thinking of doing with him, *to* him. Whatever he needed or wanted, Dan
could have.

There was a definite sense of urgency as they hustled into the bathroom,
along with a playful, boyish kind of naughty heat between them. But still,
when Dan reached for the button of his shorts -- and for an instant, Ian
felt that vibe of memory again -- Ian stopped him.

"Let me," he said, brushing Dan's hands away from it, replacing them with
his own.

"Yeah, kid?" Dan grinned, and Ian grinned right back and nodded.

"Yeah," he said. "Been a long time coming."

He kissed his father's smiling lips and popped the button open, the sound
of the fly unzipping seeming to echo over the running water in the
shower. Ian opened his Dad's shorts and pushed them down as they kissed,
his hand reaching to find, then wrap around the heft of the man's hard cock
as it swung free, solid and powerful and already nicely slicked with precum
at the head. He gave the girthy length of it a nice slow stroke, Dan
moaning into his mouth as their tongues reengaged, Ian humming back with
pleasure. All these years thinking about it, imagining it, seeing in the
man's hand, and now it was all for him at last.

"Easy, buddy," Dan grunted huskily, his hand finding Ian's wrist a few
long, hot moments later. "There's more of it for you, soon."

Ian let out another husky moan at that. Fuck, this was all so intense, and
so *sexy*.

"My turn now," his father said, undoing his shorts and pushing them free,
down his strong, handsome young legs. Dan's fingertips trailed
appreciatively down the long, strong curve of his quads, then back up to
snag his hard-tented boxer briefs, kissing his son slow and wet as he found
Ian's own big, solid bulge and traced over it.

"Big boy, he murmured against his son's lips, smiling, giving him a firmer,
fuller handling, and Ian laughed and moaned at the same time.

"Big enough," he said. "Got it from you too, I guess."

"That you did, buddy," Dan murmured, finding the waistband of his boxer
briefs and sliding them down over his ass and hips. "That you did."

Dan took him in one firm, warm hand and kissed him nice and deep as he
slow-stroked his son's throbbing cock, getting him even wetter, making it
squelch softly as the precum glazed his most sensitive flesh in his
father's knowing, experienced grasp.

The half-warm spray of the shower was a necessary reprieve from the
mounting intensity, but it started to build up again, nice and steady, as
they ran soapy hands over each other. In the back of his brain, Ian was
thinking about growing up with Dan, taking communal showers with him at
campgrounds and the pool and the lockers of the Y. How his father had
unselfconsciously showed himself to him at that impressionable age, what a
man could be, what Ian would become, and how it had all imprinted on his
brain.

The first time he'd seen his father naked under the spray of a shower, Ian
remembered being transfixed, all the muscles under his taut, wet skin, the
fur in his pits and on his chest, how it rolled down his taut belly to the
handsome, easy heft of his cock. The way the water flowed down from the
head of his cock like a waterfall, in long steady streams. He was just a
little kid back then, nowhere near ready to understand what it all meant,
and why it all meant so much to him. That had come with time, knowledge,
and imagination, growing up and becoming a man himself. It had led them to
those nights on the beach, stroking their grown cocks side by side,
shooting their loads together. To the golf course down in Wilmington, as
their cum rained down on the water of the lake, his father's arm squeezing
around his back as they let loose together as men. Dan's lips grazing his
temple on the dancefloor of the End Zone this evening, and then finding his
fully in the bathroom while Troy blew them together. And now here at last,
fully involved in each other, all the barriers stripped away. Ready to step
even closer, to close the circle on those first stirring moments from years
before.

"Damn, you grew up *fine*," Dan murmured, stroking his big, soapy mitts
over Ian's flesh, and Ian grinned and blushed and felt like a kid all over
again, getting praised by his hero. He leaned up and kissed his father,
stroking his hands over the man's handsome, mature frame like he'd always
wanted to, and feeling Dan respond like he'd always dreamed of.

Dan's hands knew their way around a man, for sure, and Ian shivered at the
assured, easy way they stroked and squeezed his ass, spreading his cheeks
and trailing soapy fingers down the tender flesh inside them, all the way
down to tease through the wet hair that thickened up around his hole. Ian
shuddered and moaned into his father's slow-kissing mouth, and the man just
murmured back, tightened his embrace around him, and went in with even more
focus, stroking and swirling, rubbing and probing, working the soap all
over Ian's tenderest place.

All Ian could do was try to focus his own hands, and try not to grind up
too much against the wet, soapy firmness of his father's flesh. He'd cum
good and hard and long down Troy's throat tonight, and he was always good
for a second, or even a third load, but that second load felt awful close
to the surface now. He forced himself to quit rocking against the man, and
instead to mirror his father's touch. He didn't have as much experience as
his father seemed to -- or maybe it was just natural talent, and that was
just as hot to think -- but this wasn't his first time at the rodeo, and in
any case, Dan made a damn fine guide. Ian slid soapy fingers down into the
sweaty depths of the man's cleft, through the thicker fur that lined it,
working up a lather as he reached for the man's hole.

Dan grunted when Ian found it, and touched it, sliding an exploratory
finger over the opening. He stopped what he was doing, and then Dan
tightened up his glutes around Ian's searching hand.

"Should I stop?" Ian asked, and Dan grinned and gave his ass a squeeze with
his free hand.

"Nah, just been a minute since anybody's been that way," Dan said.

"That's a damn shame," Ian said, feeling that hot, bold, playful energy
again. Dan's eyes flared and he kissed Ian hard, growling lustily into his
mouth when Ian's other hand found the big throbbing curve of his father's
cock, and gave it a slow, soap-slick reverential stroke. They kissed long
and loud as they cleaned each other's most intimate spaces, Ian moaning as
Dan's thick, slippery fingertip slid inside of him, working its way around,
probing and exploring and getting him all squeaky clean, and the longer he
went at it, the closer he got to Ian's prostate, and the more Ian knew what
his father had in mind for him, and for his ass too. He shivered in the
man's grasp and found himself pressing at the tight knot of his own
father's hole in return, the two of them moaning to each other through
their kiss as the man opened up to him with surprising ease, his cock
twitching in Ian's soapy slow stroke as he went inside of him.

Sooner than he wanted, Dan's finger extracted itself from him, and then his
big, strong hands found each of Ian's wrists and gently, but firmly, broke
their grip on him.

"Buddy, I knew we could make each other cum all over this fuckin' shower,"
his father said with lusty heat. "But there are better places to do that,
am I right?"

Ian couldn't help but shiver at the hot, hungry intensity his father was
emanating, enveloping him with it. He nodded and let the man out of his
grasp, and was rewarded with another lusty, tongue-swapping kiss.


***To be continued...***