Date: Wed, 23 Dec 2015 13:11:10 -0500
From: Jeremy Ellington <jeremyellingtonii@gmail.com>
Subject: Lessons From My Dad-21

NOTICE: This story contains scenes of a sexually graphic nature which may
not be legal in your area.  This story is completely fictional and written
only for entertainment purposes.  Any similarities to real life people or
characters is coincidental. If you have trouble separating real life from
fantasy or you are offended by such themes, stop reading now.


Lessons From My Dad
Chapter 21


I woke up the next morning feeling Dad's hard cock rubbing up and down the
crack of my ass.  His hairy arm was draped around my waist and my back was
pressed up right against his chest.  That wasn't an unusual position for us
to wake up in, but his hardon playing in between my slightly sweaty
asscheeks was a new one.  I thought this could be my new very favorite
alarm clock, but I also assumed he had to still be sleeping and unaware of
what he was doing.  You can't just wake up in the morning and get
fucked... unless you woke up halfway through the night and ran a few enema
bags of water in and out of your gut first.  Or, maybe if you hadn't eaten
in a two or three days.

I reached behind myself to grab onto his cock and heard him chuckle.
"Damn, took you long enough Sean.  I've been humping your sweet little ass
for about 10 minutes now, trying to wake you up.  My intent was to wake you
up slowly, but sheesh, I was hoping my hard dick would have received a
little quicker reaction than this!"

"Sorry Dad.  I bet I was dreaming about it though... although I can't ever
remember my dreams after I wake up but I'm hard too, so that has to count
for something."

"Humph," he snorted.  "Don't try to bull me!  What you have there boy is a
piss hardon.  I, on the other hand, have already been up, pissed, started
the coffee maker, crawled back into bed, counted backwards from 1,000,
recited the Gettysburg Address..."

"Alright, alright I get it already.  I'll get up, I'll go pee, I'll be
back," I moaned.

"Good lad, and when you're done, get back here and lick the piss off of
mine for me.  I didn't shake it off on purpose cuz I'm a loving, caring
father who knew you'd be in the mood for a snack first thing in the
morning."

I practically leapt from his bed and stumbled into the bathroom to pee
while he snickered in the room behind me. I finished up, flushed the toilet
and rushed back to his room to find him lying there in the center of the
bed, sheets thrown off, his cock sticking straight up... well as much as
the weight of his meat would allow it to stick straight up.  He was slowly
stroking it, letting that delicious juice drool up and over his foreskin.
I stopped in the doorway to take in the vision before me.  He shook his
dick at me and I looked up at his face to see a big, lustful grin and
wiggling eyebrows.  I jumped on the bed and swallowed the head of his cock
in one gulp, swirling my tongue around it to lap up those errant piss
drops, which I didn't really taste, and the large supply of precum, which I
most definitely did taste.

He moaned.  "Ah yeah, this is the life.  I get to sleep in a bit so I can
take my boy to school, and he rewards me by giving me one of his
first-class blowjobs.  I could get used to this real quick."

"Me too," I mumbled around his dick.  It came out more like "Mehtuh", but I
think he knew what I meant.  I opened my mouth a little around his shaft to
let some of my saliva drool out... not an easy feat considering how
stretched my lips were around the veins of his thick cock... then used the
spit to start sliding up and down.  I didn't get a chance to look at the
clock while I was running to and from the bathroom, but I couldn't imagine
he'd gotten me up all that early on a school day so I didn't think we had a
lot of time.  I started to roll his hairy balls around with the fingers of
one hand and reached up to play with his nipple with the other.  The
instant groan he released told me that both were good choices.

I felt his hands applying a little pressure to the back of my head so I
knew he was really getting into it.  He never forced me to take more
exactly, but he did like me to know that he wouldn't object if I did.  By
the time I was getting his pubic hair ticking my nose he began thrusting up
just a little and his balls started to draw into his body.  I knew I was
about to get an early breakfast so I pulled back just enough to get his
load in my mouth instead of my throat, and concentrated as much tongue
action as I could on his dickhead.

"Oh FUCK boy!!" he yelled when he started to shoot.  I wrapped my hand
around the base of his cock to avoid being impaled while he jerked up into
my mouth.  "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck... damn baby you are so good at that!"
I stroked my hand up and down his shaft and continued to swallow to be sure
I'd gotten all of his cum, then nursed on the head a little until I felt
him start to soften in my mouth.  I pulled off and let his still chubby
dick plop out from between my lips, licked at it all around just be sure
I'd gotten everything, and then looked up at him through my eyelashes to
see him looking back at me with a very satisfied grin on his face.

"Damn Sean... fuck boy... I think I need to pull Gary off this espionage
case and have him start following you around instead.  You have got to be
taking lessons from somebody somewhere.  I mean, I've heard of natural
talent, but you are just... wow!"

"Aw shucks Pa," I said in the most exaggerated, countrified accent I could
muster.  "T'weren't nuthin.  Why I could chow down on that there big 'ole
beefstick of yours for hours and hours Pa."

He snorted and swatted at me playfully but I easily dodged him, then he
patted himself on the chest.  "Bring that cock of yours up here son, I want
to return the favor."

I glanced over at the clock and was surprised at the time.  "We don't have
time Dad; I'll be late for school!"  I started to get up but he grabbed my
arm and pulled me back.

"So what?  You've got your own personal chauffer so that will cut out most
of your usual walking time, plus you're with me so I'll take the blame
anyway.  I'd like to see one of them give me grief because we were a little
late from trading morning blowjobs.  Now get your cute ass up here, I need
some Cream-of-Sean!"

Not about to argue with his logic I crawled back up until I was sitting on
his chest.  He pulled me up so that I was almost in a pushup position over
him and he swallowed my cock all the way to my nuts in one lunge.  I gasped
at how good it felt, especially when he started to pump my body up and down
on top of him like he would a barbell, with my cock sliding in and out of
his mouth.  His biceps rolled with the motion and seeing that, feeling his
tongue and his lips, and just the entire scene brought me to orgasm almost
as fast as the one he had while I was sucking him.  I unloaded in his mouth
then collapsed off to his side.

I had barely begun to catch my breath when he jumped off the bed, swatted
my butt and said, "Well don't just lie there Sean, you've got to get up and
get ready, we've got to get you to school!"  He laughed manically at the
exasperated look on my face before he ran off towards the bathroom.

"You're gonna have to wait for the bathroom, I have to sit down for a few
minutes," I yelled.

"Okay, I'll get some breakfast figured out while you do that, then we'll
take quick showers and get on the road," he yelled back.  I heard half of
that statement coming from the hallway and the other half coming from the
kitchen, so he must have switched directions on a dime.  I guess he really
did get up early; he sure was a lot more awake than I would have been, dual
blowjobs notwithstanding.

I toddled off to the bathroom, took care of business, then started the
shower.  I barely set foot inside it when he was right there behind me,
patting me on the butt to hurry up.  We had to forego our usual shower-time
play but we were both still a little chubbed up while we were drying off
afterwards.  I ran to get dressed while he shaved, then he got dressed
while I brushed my teeth.

Breakfast consisted of toasted bagels with cream cheese, with him mumbling
"My fault, my fault, I should have allowed for more time and a better
breakfast."  I figured it wouldn't help matters for me to remind him that
this was sometimes more than I used to eat before he got onto me about
eating better in the morning.  We scarfed down our bagels and did a quick
kitchen clean-up.  He locked up the house and we rushed out the door.  We
got our wires crossed when he headed for his truck and I headed for the
car, but him slapping on the roof of the truck and clearing his throat to
get my attention got me giggling while I changed direction.  He was
chuckling a little too while I buckled in.  He usually only used the truck
when he was visiting a jobsite, but since I had aspirations on getting the
use of his car when I turned 16, I was more than happy for him to put the
miles on his truck instead.  He pulled out of the driveway and we headed
towards my school.

We were only a few minutes late, but he came in with me anyway to tell my
first period teacher it was his fault.  This was troublesome for two
reasons, both having to do with females.  My first-period teacher was a
woman and single, and she always got a little tongue-tied when speaking
with my Dad.  Most of the girls in my class also thought he was dreamy and
loved to ogle him as well.  I agreed with them, of course, but I also knew
there would be questions thrown at me by them for the rest of the day,
mostly centered around his availability, as if 6th-grade girls had a chance
with him.  Dad turned and walked out the door, then turned his head and
winked at me, a fact that did not go unnoticed by the aforementioned girls.
There were sighs all around as I scrunched down in my seat; not from
embarrassment but to hide the beginnings of another hardon.  I could only
hope that the reason he gave my teacher for being late had nothing to do
with swallowing each other's cum.

The rest of the school day went as normal, although I did get a little
distracted in English class.  I realized I was staring at Mr. McD.,
wondering what he was like when he and my Dad were in college together.  At
one point he gave me an odd look and I realized he had caught me.  I
quickly began taking furious notes, which would have made little sense to
anyone reading them since I had no idea what it was he'd been talking
about.  I vowed to start paying attention so I could get back into the
subject at hand.

After the bell rang, Mr. McD. asked me to hold back for a few minutes.
"Are you feeling okay Sean," he asked me, a little concern showing on his
face.  "You looked a little out of it in class today, and that's very
unusual for you."

I blushed when I looked up at him.  "Sorry Mr. McDonough, it's just
that... well Dad told me he knew you from college, and I think I was kinda
daydreaming trying to imagine what you both were like back then."

His face looked a little queasy for a moment.  "Uh... what did Aaron say
about me?"

"Oh not much Sir, he just said that you were very quiet and studious in the
beginning, and then you kinda opened up after that.  I took that to be the
time you told me you found a professor who helped you with your speaking,
so it lined up with what you told me.  I didn't say anything to my Dad
about what you said, you told me about all that in confidence.  Really, he
didn't say that much.  He was too busy laughing at my shock that you knew
each other from before I was born.  I guess kids don't think about their
parents and teachers having a life before us."

He laughed out loud at that, then reached out and clapped a hand on my
shoulder.  "Yes Sean, adults don't just suddenly come to exist when you
first notice us.  We grew up just the same as you're doing now.  I remember
your father very well.  He was, and is, a really good guy.  Its not at all
surprising that you've turned out the way you have."

"Thanks Sir, and yeah, I know, I guess we just get into our own little
worlds and forget that everyone else has a life to lead as well.  I'm
really sorry for not paying attention in class."

He smiled at me.  "I'm not too worried about you Sean, your version of
losing focus in my class still places you well ahead of some of your
classmates.  Sometimes I really wonder about some of them... well, I should
keep that to myself I suppose.  Here, I'll write you a note to explain why
you're late for your next class."

"It's just my study period Sir, but yeah, I will need a note.  Thanks!"

I trudged off to my last period of the day still wondering about Mr. McD.
Dad said he was a nice guy back then, and I thought he was now as well,
plus I knew my Dad wouldn't speak badly of him unless he was a real jerk
anyway.  The fact that Mr. McD. complimented my father made me feel really
good.

After that last period I gathered up my belongings and headed for the front
door, not sure who would be waiting on me.  Since Dad went in to work late,
I figured he wouldn't be the one picking me up, and sure enough, I saw Carl
waiting just outside the door.  He was casually watching the other
students, but not in any way that would look like he was picking his next
date or anything.  He gave me a big smile when I came through the door to
meet him.

"Your chariot awaits young Sir," he said, making me giggle.  His car wasn't
exactly new and could use some body work, but hey, at least I didn't have
to walk home so I wasn't about to say anything bad about his wheels.  He
told me he was taking me to the office so he, Dad and I could go out to get
something to eat.  I was happy not to have to cook, especially since I
hadn't even thought about putting a meal together.  We chatted back and
forth about what had happened, the Private Investigator, and the status of
the case.  Carl also knew Gary of course, which made sense once I thought
about it.  I was sure he knew Mr. McD. as well and I almost asked him, but
I decided I'd done enough snooping for a while.

We pulled up to the office building to see Dad and Rafe sitting out front
waiting on us.  I was happy to see Rafe again and we exchanged high fives;
well, mine was high but his was a little low since he was so much taller.
Rafe and Carl got into their own cars and followed Dad and me to a casual
diner we went to a lot.  Everybody was in a cheeseburger mood, and I kept
trying to steal French fries off everyone's plates until Rafe threated to
stab me with a fork.  I protested to Dad that his employees were mean.  He
just quietly handed Rafe another stabbing fork in case the first one didn't
do the job properly.  I giggled and decided I had better behave.  I must
not have been paying attention because the next thing I knew the waitress
came by with an extra side order of fries just for me.  Nobody copped to
ordering them, but there were snickers all around.

I was squirting ketchup on my newly arrived fries when Dad's cell phone
rang.  There was certainly nothing odd about that, although he usually
turned it off when he got home.  He only left his cell phone on as long as
his guys were working.  Once the business day was done and everyone had
quit for the day, the business phone was turned off.  He always believed
that if there was ever anything important amongst family and friends they
would call us on the house phone.

After he answered his phone he got a slight frown on his face and said
"This is he," followed by "Yes Detective, he does work for me."  Rafe and
Carl exchanged quick glances, and Rafe whispered the hope that none of
their fellow employees had been injured or was in trouble, but Dad lifted a
finger and wiggled it back and forth to indicate that wasn't the case.  Dad
nodded his head a couple of times, with the occasional "Uh huh," and "Yes
Detective", but the frown soon disappeared from his face and was replaced
by a huge grin.

"He did?  Why yes Detective, I am very glad you called me.  Yes, I would be
happy to come down in the morning and make a statement.  Yes, I know where
you are.  Thank you very much Detective, I'll see you in the morning."

Dad hung up his phone and gave us that big grin again.  "Well fellow secret
agents, guess which slightly tipsy but otherwise credible and apparently
very chatty, soon-to-be-former employee of ours just gave his espionage
confession to the police!?!"

We all started to ask questions at once, but were interrupted when MY cell
phone rang.  I jumped from my seat, mostly because the thing never rang
unless it was Dad, but also because I didn't even remember that I had it in
my pocket, I usually left it in my backpack.  Dad looked at me wondering
who it could be as well.  I didn't recognize the number, so I answered it
with as deep of a voice as I could muster just in case it was a crank call,
generating chuckles from my dinner companions.

"Sean?  Are you suddenly going through puberty?  I just saw you a couple of
nights ago!"

I could tell by his voice exactly who it was.  "Gary?  I didn't even know
you had my phone number," I said, just in time to see Dad nodding his head
and winking at me to let me know that he must have passed my number along
to our PI friend.

"Well, Aaron's phone is going straight to voicemail and I need to talk to
him so I took a chance on you.  What's with the fake voice?"

"Well, other than my aunt, the only other people who have my cell phone
number are seated at this restaurant table with me, and since I didn't
recognize the number I thought I should be cautious."

"Hell Sean, you're pretty damn smart for a little fucker.  Oh shit Sean,
I'm sorry; I shouldn't be using that kind of language with you."

"That's okay Gary, Dad's been calling me a little fucker for years."  I
could tell everyone else was able to hear both sides of the conversation
from the way they were grinning, and my last comment got them all to
laughing, including Gary.  I handed the phone over to Dad.

"Now damnit Gary, quit trying to corrupt my sweet, young, innocent child!"
I could hear Gary laughing loudly on the phone.  "I'm serious, otherwise
you can kiss your ass, and his homemade lasagna, goodbye."

That made Carl and Rafe laugh but I could hear a few choice curse words
coming from Gary.  Dad proceeded to fill him in on the phone call he had
received from the Detective, and Gary filled him in on the role he had
played in making Martin's confession happen.

"Yeah, I was pretty sure you were behind all of that, and thank you very
much Gary.  You're back in the lasagna-good graces already.  I'm heading
down to the police station in the morning to give a statement.  Am I
supposed to know anything about any of this?"

Dad went back to nodding his head and uttering the occasional "Uh huh",
while talking with Gary for another 5 minutes or so while the rest of us
finished our dinner.  He thanked him one last time and then hung up the
phone, handing it back to me with a smile.

"Well, as you've all probably figured out, Gary managed to get Martin a
little snockered at his neighborhood watering hole, and got him to talk
about what he'd been up to.  Hell, according to Gary he was pretty pleased
with himself for what he was doing.  Gary called a couple of his friends
from the police force and got them to come meet them at the bar.  Martin
not only told them what he was doing to us, it seems he's done this a
couple of times before!  I'll be taking a copy of his job application with
me to the station in the morning to provide them with the names of his
previous employers.  It sounds like they're going to ask the judge not to
allow bail until they can figure out just how deep all this goes.  I'll
also be providing the police with the names of the companies whose bids we
lost recently so they can match my list with the one that Gary has compiled
from just walking around, visiting jobsites.  Fuck guys, this is happening
faster than I thought it would.  We may not get any of those lost jobs out
of this, but at least we'll be on fair footing for the next ones that come
along!"

I jumped up and hugged Dad, then for good measure I ran around the table
and hugged Rafe and Carl too before running back to Dad again for another
one.  I debated running around for another bunch of hugs, especially from
Rafe.  He smelled differently than my Dad did after a day at work, but it
was a nice different and I wanted to inhale his scent again.  I decided
against that though, I didn't want to make him uncomfortable again.

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Dad and I took a shower together when we got home from the diner.  We
pissed on each other under the water and both got a little hard, but I
guess we were too tired to do anything more than that.  I really wanted to
sleep with him again, in fact I had started to hope that he would let it be
a regular thing.  I loved falling asleep with him wrapped around me, and I
also loved waking up feeling his hardon pressed against my back.  I didn't
want to say anything though because I didn't want to be turned down.  I
slept in his bed often enough that I was able to enjoy it, and I really
wanted it to be his suggestion anyway.  Plus, despite all the conversation
about him not looking to hook up with anyone else, I didn't want him to be
in the position of having company and asking me to sleep alone after having
slept every night with him.  I just hoped it wasn't one of those
I-didn't-ask-you-because-you-didn't-ask-me kind of things, where we both
wanted it but neither wanted to bring it up first.

After our shower I made a point of slapping him with my wet towel then
running into my room in hopes he would chase me.  He did, but not before I
could jump into my bed and get halfway under the covers for `protection'.
I figured he would either drag me out and take me to his room, or he would
tuck me in after getting back at me for hitting him with the towel.

He jumped on my bed, straddling me with his muscular legs.  How he managed
to jump up and land on me with his legs exactly on either side of mine just
went to prove his athleticism.  He grabbed my hands and held them over my
head then leaned forward and blew raspberries on the part of my chest that
hadn't made it under the covers, and then he pretended to gnaw on my
nipples.  Then he did something he's never done; he started to lick my
armpits.  The combination of being ticklish while also being turned on had
me squirming too much for him to do a good job, so he gave up, released my
arms and gave me a big kiss instead.

"That was hot Dad, but you must not be as ticklish as I am.  I've lapped at
your pits for hours on end and you don't wiggle like I did.  Maybe it's all
that hair," I said, running my fingers under his arms.

"Perhaps you're right," he said, swinging one leg around so he could lie
next to me.  "I actually used to be quite ticklish when I was younger, but
either I outgrew it, or it is all the hair, or some variation of the two.
We'll just have to wait and see how you turn out."

I regretted hiding myself under the covers when I ran into the room earlier
because now we had a sheet between our naked bodies and I'd much rather
feel his skin against mine.  I snuggled my face into his neck.  "Well
whichever it is I hope it's the same for me.  I want to grow up to be just
like you."

He leaned over and kissed the tip of my nose, then tweaked it with his
hand.  "No my boy, I want you to grow up to be just like Sean, the best
Sean you can be.  I'm sure we'll be a lot alike, but you need to be your
own man, son.  I'll do my best to tell you of mistakes I've made in my life
in hopes you won't have to make the same ones, and I'm sure I'll learn from
you as well.  I think we make a pretty damn good team."

"We do Dad, and I want to make you proud of me every day."  I could see his
eyes get a little teary when I said that, so I couldn't help but add
something.  "And sometimes at night, too."  I wiggled my eyebrows at him.

He barked out a laugh and buried my head in his armpit.  "Gary was
absolutely right, you are a little fucker!"

"Mmmm, Sir", I moaned, my face buried in his sexy pit hairs.  "I'll give
you two hours to stop this horrible punishment."

He pulled my head back and smacked his lips against mine.  "That's gonna be
a problem with you growing up, I can already see that.  You're gonna enjoy
any physical punishments I could come up with.  I'll have to come up with
some mental punishments instead.  Whew, good thing you're such a perfect
child, I really don't want to ever have to punish you at all."

"I don't know dearest Father, maybe your big, strong hand against my
innocent, pale, quivering bottom would just be too much for me to bear
Sir," I intoned, fluttering my eyelashes at him.

He looked at me quizzically for a moment or two, then just sighed and shook
his head.  "Maybe you're secretly a vampire and you're really around 300
years old.  That would certainly explain where you come up with some of
this stuff."

"Well, I do love to suck from you, but it's not your blood I like to
swallow," I smiled.

He groaned as if I'd just told a bad pun, then patted me on the chest.
"Okay, you need to get to sleep so you can be ready for school in the
morning.  Meanwhile, I'm gonna go double-check your birth certificate to be
sure you really are still just 13 years old."

He kissed me on the forehead then crawled over me and stood up.  "I'm still
taking you to school tomorrow, just in case.  Until all of this is behind
us, I don't want to worry about you anymore than I already do.  And
tomorrow, young man, we're having a decent breakfast."

"Hey, it wasn't my fault that some big, hairy hunk decided to start my day
with a delicious load of fresh cream," I giggled.

He had already started to walk away, but when he heard that he spun around,
walked back to my bed, leaned over and rubbed his cock and balls all over
my face.  He smirked at my attempts to get him in my mouth and pulled away
before I could get the chance.

"Not fair!  Now I'm gonna have a woody all night," I yelled out at his
retreating backside.

"I'm sure you can `handle' it," I heard him chuckle.

"I'd rather you do it for me," I yelled back.  All I heard from his room
was more chuckling.

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I woke up the next morning to my alarm and the smell of bacon
cooking... and a throbbing woody.  I got out of bed and stumbled into the
kitchen to see Dad standing at the stove cracking some eggs into a bowl so
he could scramble them.  I cleared my throat and he looked over at me with
a smile on his face, which only got bigger when he saw the condition my
dick was in.

I pointed it, and my finger, at him.  "You.  You did this to me," I
muttered, then turned and headed to the bathroom to get ready, listening to
him laughing in the kitchen.

I made short work of getting ready since I knew he was holding breakfast
for me.  I came back out to the kitchen dressed, backpack in hand and ready
to go.

"Excellent timing dude," he said, setting a plate of steaming eggs and
bacon in front of me.  He already had my juice poured and followed up
seconds later with buttered toast.

"Dang Dad, I'm not gonna be hungry for lunch!  This sure beats a bowl of
cereal, and it isn't even the weekend!"

"Well, I wanted to make up for yesterday's bagels, plus to be honest, I
needed to keep my hands busy," he said before taking a sip of his coffee.
"I'm actually a little nervous about my visit to the police station today.
I need to be sure I don't let on that I knew anything about... well,
anything.  Plus, I'm hoping they don't make me look at him, I'd just as
soon not have to see Martin again."

"When are you going over there," I asked while nibbling a piece of toast.

"Well I want to get it over with as early as possible.  I'll drop you off
at school, swing by work to get copies of his job application paperwork,
then head on over.  I have no idea how long it will take so the sooner I
get it out of the way the better, both for my sanity and for getting back
to work.  I'd like to know if they have more information on who he was
working with but they probably won't tell me that.  I'm sure Gary will fill
me in later on, I'll call him as soon as I get back to work from the police
station so we can compare notes some more.  Fuck, what a mess this has
been."

"I'm sorry Dad, I hate that this happened to you.  Why couldn't this have
happened to somebody who deserved it, instead of a nice guy like you?"

"I'll pass on any discussion of who would ever deserve this kind of thing,
although I suppose there's a few out there who would.  All I know is I have
an incredible son who saved my business thanks to paying attention to what
was going on around him, and who had some very good plans, naughty shorts
notwithstanding.  I just don't know how much longer we would have been able
to hang on, losing all that business like we were."  He shuddered and took
a bigger gulp of coffee.

"I get all my smarts from you Pop," I said, smiling at him.

"Don't sell yourself short Sean, I'm serious, you literally saved my
business.  This is the kind of thing they give out community service awards
for... it's too bad we have to pretend that we didn't find out about it
before the police did.  I'm sure they already know that Gary was hired by
someone to flush out Martin's story, and they'll eventually figure out it
was me if they haven't already, but I'll ask Gary to tell them to keep us
out of it if they can.  I don't want any publicity for this, I just want to
put it all behind us so we can get back to doing honest work."

I knew that Dad had mentioned not approaching the companies that hired the
cheaters, but I thought there had to be a way to do it without coming off
as I-told-you-so jerks.  I decided I would have to devote some though to
that.

We finished up with breakfast and I rinsed the dishes and set them in the
dishwasher while Dad got his stuff ready.  He dropped me off at school with
a few minutes to spare, and I gave him a kiss.  I could see the look of
unease on his face so I patted his hand and told me I'd be thinking about
him.  He snorted at me as if to say that the whole thing was silly, but he
did look a little better.

When I wasn't doing schoolwork I spent most of the day thinking about dad's
business.  I didn't realize how concerned he was that the drop in business
he had seen was so bad it could have forced him to close down.  All of
those people out of work... I just didn't understand how others could be so
greedy, so mean.  There had to be a way for Dad to get some of those
clients to take another look at his proposals.

My last period study hall had barely started when some emergency vehicles
sped by the school.  There were the usual students who tried to go to the
windows so they could see out, but the study monitor told them to get back
into their seats.  I didn't get that whole `rubber-necking' mentality. What
exactly did they think they were going to see, it's not like an ambulance
straps the injured person's body to the top of the car so everyone could
have a look.  After a bit everything calmed down outside, and since I had
already finished my homework, I started mapping out a plan for Dad to look
at.  I knew he would be reluctant to go to those companies that had
rejected his proposal in favor of going cheap, but I was hoping he would at
least hear me out.

About 20 minutes later, the door to the room swung open and in strode my
Dad.  I started to smile at him but he only gave me a quick glance and
small smile before standing in front of the study monitor and whispering to
him.  The principal and school nurse came in a few seconds later and joined
the conversation.

The nurse turned and walked over to a girl named Jennifer who I knew from a
few classes and leaned in to her to whisper in her ear.  Tears immediately
sprung from Jen's eyes and Dad came over to help the nurse with getting Jen
up out of her chair.  Dad came over to me and quietly asked me to gather
her belongings and follow them out of the room, which I quickly did,
stuffing my book into my backpack and grabbing it up as well.  I followed
them to the nurse's station, however Dad and I didn't follow them in.

Dad put his arm around me and leaned over to talk to me.  "I'm sorry for
ignoring you when I came in buddy, but I was on my way here to pick you up
and passed by a jobsite, one of the ones we lost the bid on.  I was just
sitting there at the traffic light when I saw the scaffolding around the
building collapsing.  I parked the truck, ran over, and found Blake,
Jennifer's father, underneath some lumber.  He was conscious and recognized
me, but I could tell he was in a lot of pain.  I was worried that he might
have some internal injuries so I didn't dare move him, but I did pull the
lumber off him and that seemed to help.  I'm pretty sure he has a broken
leg; it was kinda turned under him where he was lying.  Luckily, the
ambulance arrived pretty quickly.  I told him I would call his wife Betty,
and she didn't know what to do first, meet him at the hospital or come get
Jennifer.  I told her I was already on my way here to get you and would
take care of Jennifer.

Just then the nurse called us in.  She must have told Jen that Dad was
picking her up because she looked at him funny and didn't seem anxious to
go.  Dad must have realized what she was thinking.  "Jennifer, I'm Aaron,
Sean's father.  I've known your mom and dad for years, and your mom asked
me to come get you to take you to the hospital.  Here, I have her number in
my cell phone, I'm gonna call her so you can speak with her."

Jen's eyes brightened when she heard that and she looked over at me.  I
tried to give her a reassuring smile, and then watched her look from Dad to
me.  I guess she could see the family resemblance because her face calmed
down a little.  I heard Dad talking to someone, then he handed his phone to
Jen.  Jen started to cry again as soon as she heard her mother's voice, and
the nurse hugged her a little closer.  After a few minutes she looked up at
Dad and smiled, then I heard her tell her mother that she knew me, and she
would be fine.  She told her mom that she'd see her soon, then handed the
phone back to Dad.  The nurse helped her get herself together while Dad
told Jen's mom that we were on our way.

We climbed into Dad's truck, Jen in the middle, and made our way to the
hospital.  Dad tried to keep her distracted with a running conversation on
how he knew Blake and Betty, Jen's parents, and for how long, and that he
and Blake had worked together off and on over the years.  She quietly asked
him to call her Jen, rather than Jennifer, so I knew that she finally felt
more comfortable with him.

When we arrived at the hospital we hurried in to the Emergency Room and Jen
rushed into her mom's arms.  Dad put his arm around me and pulled me in
close.  I knew what was going through his mind because it was going through
mine as well.  After a few minutes Jen and her mom pulled a little bit away
from each other and Betty acknowledged us.

"Aaron, thank you so much for bringing Jen.  And you have to be Sean... my
gosh you look just like your dad!"

I felt myself blushing but inwardly I was damn proud to look anything like
my Dad.  He mussed up the hair on my head a little and bumped me slightly
with his hip, grabbing onto my shoulder so I wouldn't fall over.

"How's Blake doing Betty, have the doctors spoken to you yet," Dad asked.

"Yes they have and you were right, his leg is broken.  They didn't find any
internal damage although his legs and chest will be bruised for a while.
It turns out that having a bit of a beer belly actually saved him from more
injury when that lumber fell on him.  Thank goodness he fell on some tarps
they had stored on the ground.  I don't even want to think about what could
have happened if he'd fallen on some lumber, or metal... or people."

Dad nodded his head.  "Have they let you see him yet?"

"Not yet, but they told me that's just until they move him into a room,
which should be happening right about now.  As soon as they give me the
room number we'll head on up.  They told me he's already on some pain
medication so he'll be woozy, but you and Sean have to come up with us, I
just know he'll want to thank you in person," Betty said.

"Oh no Betty, you and Jen need to be with him at first, we'll swing by
tomorrow and check in on him, I don't want to overwhelm him.  Sean and I
will wait here with you until they let you know, then we'll take off.  Sean
has dinner in the crockpot and I sure don't want to mess up his timing!"
Dad squeezed my shoulder just a little when he said that and I took the
hint.

Betty and Jen both smiled.  "Well Aaron, I'm happy to know that he takes
good care of you.  You both have to come over for dinner after all of this
settles down, we'd love to have you."

Dad readily agreed and said to just let us know but there was no hurry, it
was more important that Blake get back on his feet again.  "Now Betty, you
let me know if you need anything.  Once Blake feels up to it I've got some
work he can do for me in the office, you know how many times I've tried to
hire that man full time."

I saw tears pool up in Betty's eyes and I understood just what Dad was
saying.  Since he was working as an independent contractor, Blake would be
out of work until he can get up and around again, and Dad was making sure
she knew that he would find a way for Blake to earn an income.  She reached
out and took Dad's hand, nodded her head and mouthed `thank you' to him.  I
figured she didn't want Jen to see her cry.

A nurse walked up to Betty and told her that Blake was settled in his room
and could have visitors.  Dad punched the room number into his phone, we
all exchanged hugs, then we watched Betty and Jen head for the elevators.
Once they were swallowed up he put his arm around my shoulder and we headed
out the door to the truck to go home.

Once we were in the truck and buckling in he turned to me and took hold of
my hand.  "To start with Sean, thank you for being so level-headed and kind
with Jennifer, I thought she was barely hanging on back there at your
school and I wasn't even sure if she would leave with me or if they would
let her.  Your presence and sweet smile made all the difference I
think... well, that and her mother's voice on the phone.  I don't know what
I would have done if this had happened earlier in the day... take you both
out of school I guess.  Second, thanks for not contradicting my little
white lie back there about you cooking for us.  We've had conversations on
why the truth is so important, but there are times son... few and far
between I hope... when it's best to come up with a way to either spare
someone's feelings or gracefully back out of a situation that is better
dealt with at another time.  I think it would have been too much for Blake
to handle with all of us converging on him in his room, it would have been
very emotional for Jen and Betty, and that's for close family to see, not
others.  Even though I've known Blake and Betty for a number of years, it
still would have been too much.  As it is, I'm sure he'll have a regular
trail of coworkers and friends tromping through his hospital room in the
next few days; its best if he gets his rest and starts to heal.  You
remember how it was when you were in the hospital, all you really wanted to
do was sleep and stay relaxed."

"I understood what you were doing Dad.  To be honest, I was ready to get
out of there as soon as we could, I still get a little queasy thinking
about being in a hospital.  I'm sure Betty was sincere but later she may
have second thoughts, especially if the nurses would have made us take
turns being in his room.  We were totally on the same page Dad."

He smiled at me and reached up to mess up my hair.  "That's my wise son.
Now that we're on the subject though... what ARE we having for dinner?"

I laughed while he started the truck and pulled out of the parking lot.
"Leftovers pop, unless you want to drive through somewhere."

He groaned.  "No, leftovers are fine with me, I just want to get home and
have a beer!"

"Me too," I giggled, knowing there was no way he would let me have one.
The way he snorted while pulling onto the road was all the response I got
to that suggestion.

He was quiet on the way home.  It wasn't that long of a drive, but he
usually asked about my day, I asked about his, etc.  I figured he was still
processing everything that had happened in the last couple of hours, so I
didn't interfere with his thought process.

He pulled into the driveway, grabbed his case while I grabbed my backpack
and we made our way into the house.  He had no sooner shut the door behind
us when he dropped his case and spun me around so we were face to face,
then he picked me up and hugged me so tightly I wondered if I would be able
to breath.  I wrapped my arms around his neck while he buried his face in
my neck and inhaled my scent.

"Sean... baby... almost all I could think about from the time I was with
Blake and he was in so much pain but only worrying about Betty and Jennifer
was what I would do, how I would get someone to you, how..."  He choked up
a little then and I did my best to hug him just as tightly as he was
hugging me.

We stood there, holding each other for the longest time.  He kissed me
along my neck, on my hair and on my cheeks and lips.  "I love you so much
Dad," I said.

"Oh Sean, I hope you know how much I love you.  You are my whole world.  No
matter how badly my day may be at work, all I have to do is look at your
picture on my desk and it makes me smile.  Hell, I think if my employees
figured that out they'd post pictures of you throughout the office!"

I started giggling so much at that he had to let me slide down his torso
until my feet were on the floor because I couldn't be still.  I hugged him
again around his waist, then I pulled away.

"You go get in your chair Dad and I'll bring you a beer then I'll start
warming up our dinner.  I've had an easy day so let me pamper you a
little."

"You will get absolutely no arguments from me my lad.  I'll see you in the
living room," he said, and he turned and strode off to his chair.  I
grabbed a beer out of the fridge, then decided he would need two and
followed him in.  He chuckled when I handed them both to him.  "Ah, my son
knows me way too well I think," he said.  I dropped to my knees and unlaced
his boots, then I grabbed one boot and pulled it off, followed by the
other.  I pulled his socks off, made a big show of inhaling them while he
chuckled some more, then I started to massage his right foot.  He moaned.

"Oh yeah, oh hell yeah, that's the ticket.  Damn that feels good.  You
know, this isn't in the top ten, but this is definitely on the list of why
it's great to have a child," he moaned.  I looked up at him to see him
smirking and peeking at me through one open eye to see what my reaction was
going to be to his statement.  I decided to surprise him and not give him
the one he was expecting.

"Yes, my Master, I exist to please You Master," I intoned before laying my
tongue out flat and slowly licking my way across the top of his sweaty
foot.

"Oh fuck Sean... boy... that's not what... damn boy I really should take a
shower before you do that but... fuck!"  Out of the corner of my eye I
could see him adjust his dick in his pants.  I moaned and began sucking on
his big toe.  Yes, his foot was sweaty but hell, that was one of the main
reasons I was doing this!  If not for the fact that I knew he put on
deodorant this morning I would have bypassed his feet and buried my face in
his sweaty armpits instead.  "Oh fuck yeah my little slave stud, you know
just what your Master needs, don'tcha boy?"

I just nodded and moaned again while I moved my way down to each of his
toes, one after the other, licking and sucking on them while massaging his
foot with both hands at the same time.  I looked up at him to see his eyes
half open but boring into me just the same.

I cocked one eyebrow up and looked at him.  "Master?  What are You thinking
about Master?"  I expected him to shake his head as if he was in a daze, or
at the very least, just tell me to keep doing what I was doing.  Or, stop
and go heat up dinner.

"Mmmm slave... just picturing how fucking hot you would look naked, wearing
a leather harness and a collar, kneeling here between my feet, waiting for
your next orders boy..."

Okay, that was NOT what I thought he was going to say!  It got me hard in
an instant, oh HELL yes, but it was totally unexpected.  My facial reaction
must have snapped him out of that daze I thought he was in though, and his
face started to take on a slight reddish color.

"Um... fuck Sean, sorry about that... just daydreaming a bit I guess.  That
was a little too intense for us yet... let's hold that one for a few
lessons... down the road, okay?"  He spoke faster than normal, just like I
did when I wanted to get something out before I could be interrupted.  Now
I knew where I got that habit from.

"Crap Dad, sure, get the 13-year old horndog hard as a rock with that sexy
visual, then put him on ice for a while.  I'll definitely have to change
the sheets in the morning!"

His face relaxed and I realized that I'd just diffused the moment again.  I
filed the idea of being some kind of broker or mediation specialist when I
grew up back in my mental filing cabinet.

"In that case, I think it would be best if you slept with me tonight sport.
No use having to get spunk on both sets of sheets," he said with a wink.

"Awesome Dad," I said while standing back up.  "I'm up for sleeping with
you anytime, in fact, I think we should just put a Jacuzzi in my room and
be done with it" I said, heading into the kitchen. I knew I was planting a
little seed in his head, and I really hoped it would take root and grow.  I
could spend every night with his arms wrapped around me... and his big cock
snuggled up in my butt crack.

"No hurry in there Sean, I need to visit the bathroom," he yelled in to me.

I got out food from the last couple of nights and started to nuke
everything.  I was done before he came back out and I was starting to
wonder if he was feeling well.  I was about to go knock on the door when I
heard him come out.  I peeked around the door to see him walking back to
his chair with a slight grin on his face.  When he saw me he stopped and
looked at me, his grin getting even bigger.

He stopped an looked at me.  "What?"

"Well I was starting to worry about you.  Are you okay Dad?"

"I'm just fine son.  Thank you for your concern.  Is dinner ready," he
asked, still grinning like a crazy person.

I looked at him but I couldn't figure out what was going on.  "Yeah Dad,
it's ready. Get in your chair and I'll bring it in."  I watched him plop
himself down in the chair, still grinning to himself.  I just shook my head
and turned back to the kitchen to get our plates ready.

I fixed him a plate, put it on his tray and took into him with a fresh
beer.  He'd stopped grinning at that point, although he winked at me when
he thanked me for the tray.  I headed back and prepared my own plate,
poured a glass of milk and joined him in the living room.  He had the TV on
by then and we watched the news while we ate.

After we finished I cleared away the plates and loaded the dishwasher.
When I returned to the living room I headed towards my usual spot on the
couch, but Dad motioned me over and patted his lap.  "Come sit on my lap
and snuggle little boy, I wasn't through hugging on you tonight."

It was my turn to grin then and I practically ran to his chair and climbed
up on his lap.  I snuggled my head into the side of his neck.  I thought
maybe he had showered while I was getting dinner ready and I was a little
disappointed thinking that he lost his usual manly scent, but his clothes
still smelled like him so I took a deep breath and sighed.  I felt him
chuckle a little against my chest and he leaned over and kissed the top of
my head.

We watched a sitcom on television and laughed off and on, but I paid less
attention to that and more to the feeling of Dad's hand rubbing up and down
my back.  I felt myself get a little hard just from the combination of
sitting on his lap and his hand on me.  When the show was over he picked up
the remote and turned off the TV, even though it was still early yet.  He
hugged me in to him and kissed me on the head again, then leaned in next to
my ear.  "Let's brush our teeth and get in my bed," he whispered.

I wiggled my way off his lap and ran into the bathroom.  I could hear him
locking up while I peed, then he came in and took my place in front of the
toilet while I brushed my teeth.  The fact that he said `my' bed told me
that we still had our own rooms and our own beds, but I still held out hope
that I would eventually be invited on a permanent basis.  I went back and
forth with that in my mind.  I really loved sleeping with him, with or
without sex, but was also pretty certain that most sons didn't sleep in
their father's beds on a regular basis, so the chances of him thinking of
it were probably slim.

After I brushed my teeth I went into my own room to remove my clothes so I
could throw them into the hamper.  This must have confused Dad because when
he walked by my room he seemed surprised to see me in there.  He raised his
eyebrows a little at me and I swear he looked a little hurt, so I told him
what I was doing.  He smiled then and held out his hand for me to take.  I
did, and he walked me to his room, pulling me down onto the sheets as he
climbed in himself.  I was barely on the bed with him when he pulled me in
to his chest, put his lips on mine and slid his tongue into my mouth.

I was a little surprised by this but not about to object.  I moaned and
began sucking on his tongue while I ran my free hand through his chest
hair.  He moaned back at me when I tweaked his nipple a little, and I swear
he started to devour my mouth.  I didn't know if this was a carryover from
his emotional state when we came home from the hospital or if he was just
super horny, but whichever it was I didn't want to analyze it too much
since I was enjoying the hell out of it!

Dad took my hand and moved it down his chest towards his crotch.  I was all
set to grab onto his cock but instead he moved my hand around to his butt.
I didn't mind this at all, since I loved his hairy ass, but when he pushed
my fingers towards his pucker I thought he was telling me he wanted me to
rim him.  Not one to turn down my sexy father I pulled away from his mouth
and said, "Mmmm, I want to eat your ass Sir."

His grin told me he approved of the idea, so he let go of my hand and
turned so he was face down on the bed.  I crawled down the bed until my
face was hovering over his muscular butt.  I placed my hands on his cheeks
and he immediately spread his legs to give me better access.  I started to
massage his cheeks while leaning forward to place kisses on his skin.  He
spread his legs even further, which I took as a sign of his impatience.
Not one to like disappointing my Dad, I stuck out my tongue and ran it from
the back of his balls all the way up his crack then back again a few times.
He moaned and wiggled his ass just a little.  I smiled and licked him a few
more times, each lick covering less and less space until the tip of my
tongue was circling his hole.  I could tell he'd cleaned up earlier, but
that was a couple of hours ago so his butt was starting to get that
slightly sweaty, masculine scent I loved so much down there.  I twirled my
tongue around and around, watching his pucker start to open up to me.  I
sharpened the point of my tongue and aimed it right for the center,
flicking in and around and trying to gain entrance.

"Oh fuck yeah son, get your daddy's hole nice and sloppy wet, I need to
feel your tongue up inside me," he growled.  He pushed himself back towards
my face and moaned even louder.  I gathered more saliva in my mouth and
tried to push it inside, each time getting easier the slicker he got.
Before long his ass, my face, the comforter on his bed... everything was
wet and I was getting so turned on by what I was doing and by the delicious
flavor of his ass I realized I was unconsciously grinding my hard dick into
the bed.

I felt his torso move but I didn't pay any attention until he reached his
hand back and nudged me.  I looked up and saw the bottle of lube in his
hand.  "You're doing such a great job son, now use some lube and start
sliding your fingers in me.  I really want you find my love nut.  Don't
stop licking though, it feels so fucking good!"

I grabbed the lube from him, popped open the top, and drizzled a good
amount down his crack, stopping the flow with my finger just below his
entrance.  I wiggled my finger a little to get it wet with the lube, then I
started to slide it in, little by little, deeper each time.  He groaned and
pushed his ass backwards towards me again, and I figured I was doing
exactly what he wanted.  I continued to saw my finger in and out while I
kissed his skin and licked the thick hair around his hole.

"Oh yeah Sean, that feels so good.  How about a little more lube and
another finger?"

I followed his instructions to the letter, sliding in and out, and added a
little nibble here and there on his cheeks.  He chuckled softly and moved
his butt back and forth.  I decided to get more adventurous and I slipped
in a third finger.  His deep sigh told me he liked that, and he moaned even
louder when I set the lube aside and used my free hand to caress his hairy
balls.

I wanted to tell him that my fingers were too short to reach his prostate,
but it suddenly occurred to me that he was calling me `Sean' and `son',
instead of `boy', like he usually did when we were playing.  I hadn't said
anything to him after I crawled down the bed, and now I wasn't sure what to
say.  I normally called him `Sir'... now I was a little confused.  I
decided to follow his lead.

"Um... Dad?  My fingers aren't as long as yours... am I even close to your
button?"

He chuckled a little.  "You're so close Sean, so close, but you're right, I
think I need something longer inside me to hit my sweet spot.  Grease up
your cock son and slid it in.  I want you to fuck me."

What?!?!?!

I was so stunned I stopped moving altogether.  He wanted me to put my dick
in his ass?  Me?  I was the one who got fucked!

He seemed to understand my hesitation right away.  He turned his head and
looked back at my shocked face and gave me a huge smile.  "C'mon Sean.
It's my turn to feel you inside me.  It's time we added a new lesson and I
really want you to know the pleasure I get when I've got my cock inside
you.  Lube it up and slide it in... fuck your daddy son."

He winked at me and wiggled his ass.  I couldn't help the grin that took
over my face, even though I was still pretty flustered by this turn of
events.  I flicked the top of the lube off again and knelt behind him.  I
carefully slicked up my dick, afraid that I would pop off from too much
touching before I even got a chance to get started, then looked around for
something to wipe my hands on.  "Wipe `em on my ass son, that's why we have
a shower," he grinned at me.

I did as he instructed, then moved into position.  I took myself in hand
and pointed the head of my dick at his hole... and froze in position.  What
if it still wasn't enough?  I was nowhere as big as he was, and although my
cock was longer than my fingers, it wasn't by much.  What if I disappointed
him?

He looked back at me again and must have known what was going through my
mind.  "Don't overthink it Sean.  I've fucked you enough times now, I'm
pretty sure you know the mechanics of it.  Your daddy needs your cock son,
fuck me!"

I shrugged a little and pushed my hips forward.  I met just the slightest
resistance at his entrance, then his hole opened up and swallowed the head
of my dick.  I gasped at the feeling and couldn't move another inch for
fear I would shoot my load right then and there!  He moaned a little and
wiggled his butt at me.  "Dad, no, don't move!  I'm gonna cum fast enough
as it is!"

"Sorry son, it's just that I've been thinking about this for weeks and you
already feel so good inside me I can't wait to feel your balls against
mine.  I'll try to behave... for a little while."

He'd been thinking about this for weeks?  Really?  Holy shit, I had no
idea.  I had to stop and think of schoolwork and Dad's business problems
for a few minutes just to distract myself.  It worked for a moment or two,
then his ass started to twitch inside.  I looked down and was shocked to
see that half of my dick had already found its way inside him.  I didn't
even realize I'd been pushing forward.  I gave up trying to stall and just
shoved the rest of my shaft inside him, then grabbed onto his waist to hold
myself still.  The heat from inside his ass was almost overwhelming.  Damn,
no wonder he liked fucking me so much, this was incredible!

I felt his ass clamp down a little on my dick and I pulled back to try to
get away from those muscles, hoping to prolong this great feeling.  Wrong
choice!  Just the act of sliding my dick back out increased the friction on
my skin and I instinctively pushed back into him.  He moaned and I could
feel it all the way down to my balls.  I knew my orgasm was speeding at me
so I started to fuck in and out.  He pushed his ass back into me a little
to join my fucking motions, and that was all it took.  I shoved hard into
him and felt my cock exploding into his ass.  My cum shot out of my
dick... it was the most awesome feeling ever, I could actually feel my load
surrounding the head of my cock inside his hole.  I collapsed forward over
his back and just held on, letting the waves of pleasure float over and
through me.  I could feel his ass muscles milking my dick, trying to get
all of my cream out of me.

As I slowly came back to reality I started to get embarrassed.  I didn't
really last very long, in fact I doubted if I lasted more than a couple of
minutes from insertion to ejaculation.  Dad had reached back and was
stroking my ass, and I hope it wasn't out of pity.

"How do you feel Sean?  Did you enjoy fucking your old man?  It sure felt
great to me, damn I couldn't tell you when the last time was."  He looked
over his shoulder and something must have been displayed on my face because
he grabbed hold of my butt and shook me a little.  "Sean... what's wrong.
Didn't you enjoy that?"

"Oh it felt awesome Dad.  I'm just... well... a little ashamed that I came
so quickly.  Whatever the last time was for you I'm sure it lasted longer
than what I just did."

"Sean, be fair to yourself, that was your very first time.  Of course you
were excited and of course the sensation was a major turn-on for your brain
and your balls!  I bet most guys don't last long their first time, whether
it's a man or a woman they're fucking.  C'mon buddy, this is me, the guy
who's watched you stay hard and shoot off three times in a row.  I'd like
to point out that not only are you still buried in my ass, from what I can
tell you're still hard as a rock.  Am I right?"

I tensed up my own ass muscles, which flexed my dick inside him.  He was
right!  I don't even think my cock deflated even a little after I came.

"There you go stud, I sure felt that!  Have another go at my hole son, I
got no problem getting fucked by you again.  You won't even have to pull
out to add more lube, the load of cum you just shot inside me should be
plenty.  Just do me a favor this time son... reach around and grab hold of
my hardon and stroke me at the same time you're fucking me.  I'd love to
cum when you do!"

He started to fuck himself on my dick and the feeling was all I needed to
get right back into the correct frame of mind.  I slid my hand around his
waist and found his cock, already dripping with his precum.  I pulled back
on it each time I pushed into him, and I got a good rhythm going, one that
he was especially pleased with based on the loud moans coming from him.  I
was pretty sure I still wouldn't last all that much longer than the first
time, but I was able to enjoy the friction caused by the way he was
tightening his ass muscles and the feeling of the curly hair around his ass
brushing my shaft each time I moved in and out.

"Oh fuck... oh damn Dad... no wonder you enjoy doing me so much!"

He chuckled and pushed back a little harder into my crotch.  "Oh hell yes
boy, fucking a tight hole is a great feeling, and couple that with the fact
that I'm fucking the super-tight hole of the hottest guy around... yeah, I
love fucking you!"

I would have blushed at his words if I wasn't so busy concentrating on the
wonderful way his ass was making my cock feel.  I started to pick up speed
both with my thrusts and with jerking his cock.  I was getting to the point
where it was hard to form intelligent words, but he more than made up for
it.

"Oh yeah, fuck Sean... fuck you make me feel so good... fuck me as hard as
you want son, it all feels incredible!"

I hit the point of no return and slammed into him.  My balls slapped his so
hard I had a fleeting thought that they would hurt later, but the feeling
of my cum shooting into his ass again chased any other thoughts away.  I
felt him grab his cock and take over from me and it was not even a minute
before he yelled out and his ass clenched around my shaft even tighter.

"FUCK yes!  Oh shit!  Damn Sean, you fucked a big load right out of
me... fuck that feels so good!"

It took a while for our breathing to return to normal.  He slowly lowered
his body to the bed, with me still hanging on, totally blissed out and
sighing contentedly.  This time my dick did deflate and before I could even
move it slid out of his ass.  I was still so turned on by the whole
experience that I decided to try something I'd never had the chance to try
before.  I slid down until my face was at his butt again, then I buried my
face in his ass and started to lap at my own cum that was starting to seep
out.

"Oh FUCK boy!  Fuck that's hot... damn son!  Here, have some more."  He
reached back and coated his ass crack with the cum he had shot off into his
hand.  I groaned and lapped it up from his ass and sucked it from his
fingers.  "Fuck baby, you are just too fucking much!"  He turned around to
his side, reached down towards me and pulled me up.  His tongue invaded my
mouth again, sharing the flavors of our combined cumloads... plus a little
leftover lube.

He leaned back and looked at me with a smile on his face.  I got shy then
and ducked my head a little, but he reached over and pulled my chin up with
his fingers until we were eye-to-eye.  "Well Sean... what did you think?"

"Oh Dad that was incredible!  I mean I knew it would feel good since you
like doing it to me so much, but damn!  I had no idea there was so much
heat inside, and so smooth and... all your ass muscles!  I think every guy
who likes to be fucked should also fuck, just so they know what the other
guy feels, and to help understand what they can do to make it feel better.
Plus... it was really awesome being inside you Dad!"

He grinned at me and stroked the back of my head.  "I agree with you that
every guy who takes it up the ass should also experience being the fucker,
but I think the reverse is true as well.  Every guy who likes to fuck
should have to get fucked every once in a while, just so they know how to
make it pleasurable for both of them.  There's too many guys out there who
consider themselves nothing but tops... um, that's what the guys doing the
fucking are called... who just shove it in with no consideration for the
bottom... the guys who are being fucked.  The tops need to understand what
has to happen as far as douching to make sure you're clean, using the
correct amount of lube, aiming for the prostate... all that stuff.  You're
a lousy sex partner if you have no idea how your partner feels, and you
certainly can learn some things to make it feel better for yourself too."

The proverbial light bulb went off over my head.  "THAT's what you were
doing in the bathroom while I was heating up dinner!  No wonder it took you
so long.  Here I thought you were sick to your stomach or something!"

He laughed.  "Yeah, and I couldn't stop grinning afterwards either since I
knew what I had planned.  The look on your face... I almost broke down and
told you what was up, but I didn't want to ruin the anticipation."

"I'm surprised you did that on a work and school night, usually we get more
involved like this at the weekend."

His smile faltered a bit.  "Well, like I said, I've been thinking about
this for a little while, and yeah, I had planned on waiting for a weekend,
but... recent events made me realize that I was being foolish by waiting.
We just never know what will happen to us Sean, and despite the lube and
sticky hands, and the dirty talk, and everything else... this is still an
expression of love, at least for us.  I love you so very much Sean, and I
just couldn't let another day go by without sharing with you the feelings
and pleasure I get when I'm the one on top."

I could feel my eyes water up, and the slight smile on his face told me he
could see it as well, but I managed to hold them back.  "Thanks Dad,
really... you say that I'm so smart, and I'm good with words and
whatnot... but I get that from you, absolutely!  I love you Dad, and I'm so
happy knowing you want to share all this stuff with me."

"Ah Sean, you're the best son I could have ever imagined.  So... you liked
doing it huh," he asked, wiggling his eyebrows up and down.

I couldn't help but giggle at him. "Yes father dear, I very much liked
fucking my erect prick into your hot, hairy asshole."

He burst out laughing at my blunt language.  "Well my little top, I'm very
glad to hear that.  You can fuck my hot, hairy asshole with your prick any
time you want... with a little advance notice, of course."

I had to think about my next comment carefully, to avoid giving him the
wrong impression.  "I'll take you up on that pop.  To tell you the truth
though... I REALLY like it when you fuck me.  I think I'm gonna be on the
bottom a heck of a lot more times that I'm gonna be on the top.  I hope
that's okay with you."

His smirk told me all I needed to know.  "Boy, that is very much okay with
me, I love fucking your hot, tight, hairless hole."

"Enjoy that part while you can then.  If I turn out anything like
you... and I hope I do... it won't be hairless for long!"

"Mmmm... all the better to eat you out little boy," he said, leering at me.

I pretended to swat at him, but he grabbed my hand and kissed it before
pressing it against his chest.

"Should we take a shower," I asked.

He shook his head.  "I am perfectly happy to fall asleep just like this,
all snuggled up with my number one guy, and smelling like we just had an
amazing fuck session," he replied.

"Sounds good to me!  Something tells me I'll be doing laundry tomorrow
though."

He just smiled at me and reached over to turn out the light.  I snuggled up
closer to him, inhaled his wonderful scent, and drifted off to sleep.


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Hey guys (and... maybe some gals?)... I know this one took a while to
appear, but this is a busy time of year at my `real' job, and finding time
to write has not been easy.  For those of you who email me asking if the
story is over: when you see the words THE END after a chapter (not counting
the ones I just typed), then you will know that I am done with Sean and
Aaron and the various other characters who inhabit their world.  Until
then, please be patient with me.  I wrote the first 13 chapters before I
even submitted the first one to be published here, so it was easy to upload
them one after the other with little waiting time.  Now that I'm writing
them `live', there will be delays.  Not to worry, I still have more lessons
for my guys to go through before I'm done.  (Please note, that was not a
request for suggestions.  Some of you have some great ideas, but I don't
think most of them would work in my story and I won't throw in a particular
fetish or situation just because it gets you off.  I'm not judging...)

Also... and I hope this doesn't come off as too rude... this is MY story.
It takes me where my mind and the characters want it to go, and although
sometimes it may seem like I'm meandering, there really is a method to my
madness.  I hope that I am writing a fully, fleshed-out story; if you're
just looking for something to whack off to, there are plenty of stories
here on our beloved Nifty that are 95% plus just pure sex.

I am also working on some other ideas as well.  No hints given, so please
don't ask, but a perverted mind such as mine cannot hold back the wicked
thoughts for long......

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