Date: Thu, 22 Jul 2010 18:10:58 -0700 From: Dani Jackowiak Subject: Father and Son Byrne, Ch 2 (father/son) As the sun passed its zenith on the longest day of the year, Brian and Ciaran made their ways down the stairs to the gym. Each man grateful to be engaging in a familiar routine. The intensity of their morning and the isolation of the retreat left father and son introspective and quiet. Much to their surprise, however, the familiar routine of stretching, a brief cardio, then weight training was now overlaid with extraordinary sexuality. The difference was more pronounced for Brian than for Ciaran, who had long lusted for his dad, but Ciaran was awed by just how intensely hot his father looked in his jockstrap and shorts. He was impatient to be finished, still thinking about the shower fantasy. "Dad, your cock is driving me crazy," Ciaran whined as they sat split legged in front of one another doing a two man quad stretch. Brian flushed deeply and responded by choking up on Ciaran's forearms and forcing him to stretch to the mat. "Mercy!" Ciaran laughed. "Geez, dad, I can't help it. You're hot and I want you and now that having you is FINALLY possible, I want to indulge. I want to make YOU feel good, and I want you to fuck me. Now, not two hours from now. Give a guy a break!" WIth that, Ciaran returned the favor and ensured that Brian had to increase his stretch. Brian pulled back on his son, causing Ciaran to yelp, and Brian let him go. Ciaran used the opportunity to jump up and offer his hand. "C'mon, dad. You know I'm never a slacker. I think that we need to make this a priority. Quit trying to be a dad for a minute and be a dude, a dude with an achin' cock and a willing lover who could help with that." Brian laughed out loud, allowed his son to pull him up and grabbed Ciaran's thick rod. "I feel like I need some time to think about all of this, son." At that, Ciaran's shoulders began to sag until Brian said, "HOWEVER, my son, I can't not think like a dad, but I can think -- and behave -- like a dad who is fortunate enough to have a stud for a son. And, since I do have such a stud-son, I am going to take this opportunity to do exactly what you ask. I am afraid that I will hurt you, C. Do you promise to allow me to take you at my pace? I need for you to trust me. Deal?" Ciaran flung his arms around Brian and held him tightly. "Oh yea, daddy, I trust you. I'm yours. Do with me what you will." "Run upstairs and grab some lube, C. I think the massage table is a perfect place to start." "YESSIR!" Ciaran disengaged and raced up the stairs returning with lube he hadn't gotten from his dad's room. "What's this?" Brian asked, as Ciaran handed him a pot of lube that said it was specially formulated for anal sex. It was Ciaran's turn to blush as he stammered "I told the truth when I said that nobody has ever fucked me, but I have been umm, doing myself for a long time, dad. I have fantasized about you taking me since I hit puberty and started jacking off. So, my butt is a virgin to cocks, but it's not a virgin to penetration." Brian found himself relieved at the same time being mystified how he could have missed so much of what was going on for his son. "Grab a towel for the massage table and hop up, on your back, Ciaran." Ciaran recognized his dad's tone as his "I'm focusing now, pay attention and do exactly what I say" tone. His cock jumped and did precisely as asked. The sun streamed in the floor to ceiling windows, danced off the water in the pool outside. Brian gazed at his son, naked on the table, nine inch cock rock hard against his belly, and felt his own amazement, gratitude, and desire. He hoped to be able to take the time needed to not hurt Ciaran. He imagined being inside his son and prayed for patience. He stood gazing down at Ciaran, leaned down to kiss him. Again, their tongues danced a graceful pas de deux, starting gently and quickly becoming more aggressive, demanding, frantic. "No, C, slow, we've gotta go slow..." Brian moved to Ciaran's head and began kneading his shoulders and pecs, taunting and teasing his son's nipples for a long time. "Dad, you're gonna make me cum!" "Whoa, really? Just from this?" His fingers twisted and tweaked Ciaran's nipples, pulled his chest, then he leaned over and kissed, licked, blew, and bit, over and over. He otherwise ignored Ciaran's warning, continuing. He moved to one side and worked obliques, down to the piriformis, then his legs, feet, and to the other side and down. From time to time, he reminded Ciaran to breathe deeply. C complied and his phallus never lost any bit of its stiffness. "Okay, stud, turn over," Brian said quietly. "Gawd, yes, dad," came the response. Brian slipped out of his jock and shorts, relieved to have his own screaming erection free. Maintaining his discipline, Brian began at Ciaran's neck and shoulders. Ciaran lifted his head and tried hard to get Brian to let him suckle his father's cock, but Brian raised his voice briefly and C complied. Brian made his way down each side of Ciaran's upper body, until finally he stood at the foot of the table and began kneading his son's glutes. He started talking softly to his son as his fingers caressed the bubble butt. "How could I have never known until today, son? I feel desire coursing through me now so strongly, how could I have ignored it?" He opened the pot of lube, and almost put a blob on his finger and held apart his cheeks. "Gawd, you're so hot, son." Just before he scooped out the lube, C said, hesitantly, "Dad, could you... could.... oh..." Brian stopped, hearing need in his son's voice, need and desire. "What? Tell me, C. What can I do?" "Dad, will you lick me?" Brian felt another rush of heat to his face and it traveled at warp speed to his loin. "Oh, yea, baby, sorry I didn't think of that! I'm kinda new at this..." Ciaran lifted on his knees and scooted to the end of the table. Suddenly, the small dark pink pucker was exposed and Brian buried his nose and tongue there like a starving animal. The scent of his son, the measure of Ciaran's need, his own need maddened him. He licked circles around the tiny opening, breathing in the musky scent. He made his tongue stiff and used it to open Ciaran's ass. "OH GAWD, DAD!!! OH YES OH YES OH YES!!!!" Brian moaned into his son as his tongue invaded over and over, feeling Ciaran opening. He reached under his son and stroked his manhood as he continued tongue fucking his ass. After half an hour, Brian's tongue and neck were sore and his hunger to penetrate his son was nearly overpowering. "Honey, lie down again. Scoot back up and lie down." Ciaran complied, knowing what was coming. He reached back and opened his cheeks for his father. Brian lubed his fingers and began a firm circular motion on the exterior of his asshole. Ciaran moaned again and again, humping up to his dad. Brian's middle finger went in fully with ease. He was relieved. Ciaran bucked hard against him. Second finger, slowly, and C moaned and pushed hard back against his father. "More, dad, more, please." Brian made a trio of fingers and began inserting them slowly, with a ton of lube. "Gawd, C, you feel so fabulous inside. I can't wait to be in you all the way. I'm really glad you got yourself ready for this, because I'd be worried by now otherwise." As he said that, Ciaran jumped and screamed lustily. "Oh fuck! Dad, you hit my prostate! Gawd, yes!" Brian located the hardened spot inside and rubbed again, slowly, in a circle. Ciaran panted and begged for more and Brian felt the gland thickening as he massaged it. "Whoa, never felt such a thing," he mused. "Ciaran, I need to fuck you soon. This is making me insane." "Dad, I have this shower fantasy...could we?" Brian slowly slipped his fingers out of his son. "Roll over, sport." Ciaran rolled over and sat up, hanging his legs off the table so that he and his father embraced. "Tell me this fantasy, my boy." "I'm in the shower and you walk in on me while I"m having a wank. The sight turns you on and you -- well, you just take me in the shower. I guess it's pretty uninspired." Brian held Ciaran's face with his hands and looked intently in his eyes. "Nothing that involves you and me and a shower and sex could possibly be 'uninspired,' okay?" Ciaran laughed and kissed his father hard. "Okay, dad, okay! Let's do this, daddy! I can't wait!" "Okay, you go get started showering and I will fulfill my part very soon. I love you, Ciaran. Go!" Ciaran dashed to the walk-in shower off the gym and turned on the water, feeling butterflies aplenty in his belly. His ass tingled from the lube and the initial invasion as he tried to imagine what that huge tool would feel like. "A lot better than a dildo, I bet," he said as the shower began to steam up the room. He didn't need to stroke, in fact, could not really or he'd be popping before Brian arrived. He turned his back from the door so his dad could surprise him. He began a dialog, "Oooh, god, dad, yea, that feels so good. You're so hot. I need to suck your cock. Please, dad, can I?" His father's voice responded, "Well, I've heard of singing in the shower, but I don't know that song, son. What's going on?" Brian stepped under the water and turned the surprised boy toward him, two fully stiff phalluses battling for space. "You really want to suck this monster? I think that's a great idea, show your dad what you've got. Suck me, Ciaran." Brian pushed his son to the granite floor of the shower and Ciaran's lips enfolded his desperately aching rod in heat. "Geezus, C, where'd you learn to do that?" He controlled Ciaran's head and fucked his son's face for a few strokes. "That's awesome, son, but I have something else in mind..." He stood his son up, moved them just out from under the stream, and bent Ciaran over a half wall on which rested soap and shampoo, and separated the shower from the commode and the bathtub. "Spread your legs, son, and relax. I will be careful. Another dollop of lube went between Ciaran's cheeks and Brian put more on his cock. He pressed the tip of his cock against his son's entrance and pushed slowly. Ciaran's ass opened and Brian had to steady himself on C's back, so intense was the feeling of tight heated wonder. He thrust back and forth gently and felt a plop as the corona disappeared into his son's anus. "Holy fuck, dad, it's so good!" Ciaran moaned. "Oh hell yea," he replied. Ciaran pushed hard against Brian and sooner than he would have ever imagined, Brian's balls were squished against his son's ass. He began slow steady strokes, knowing that he would not last long. "Baby, I'm not going to be able to last, I'm afraid. You're just too hot for me." "Dad! Just fuck me! Hard, fast, take me!" Ciaran cried. Brian let himself over to the wild need inside him, giving rise to the impulses so long suppressed. The harder he fucked, the more Ciaran begged for him to fuck harder. He grunted and hollered with every thrust, feeling the orgasm ripping through him furiously. He grabbed Ciaran's cock and fisted as he fucked, showing no mercy as he rutted and grunted his release. Ciaran screamed and blew, his legs spasming, holding on to the wall to keep from falling. Both men, locked in elemental release, ululating, screaming, love and lust. Until finally, they were quiet. Brian fell against his son, feeling his throbbing member slide its way out. He stood them up and they got back under the water, neither one too stable. Slowly, they washed one another, kissing, touching, tasting. "Son," he said finally, "that .... uh that ...." Ciaran hit the shower off and grabbed a towel to dry his dad. "I know, dad. Yea." In the silence, they dried and Brian opened the door outside where the afternoon sun was still bright, but not blinding. He led Ciaran to a double chaise on the deck, where they laid down and entwined as though their bodies had always known just how to be as lovers. Throbbing still, pulsing gently with the feeling of one another all over, neither wanted to break the spell. At the beginning of an adventure they were. Grateful, humble, and very much ready.