Date: Wed, 2 Nov 2011 21:59:06 -0400 From: Harrison Reed Subject: life with dad 2 Usual disclaimers apply. Read at your own risk. I want to thank everyone who commented on the story. I've received many compliments and suggestions, and heard many amazing stories from people I can now call my readers. One thing I want to point out, I got a couple emails saying that I should check my grammar and spelling before I submit a story, which is funny because I got another couple of emails specifically saying there were no grammatical errors or misspelled words. So, I'll just say that I'm definitely not that great when it comes to grammar rules. However, I do read over my stories a few times before I submit them, and if nothing strikes me as incorrect, then I go ahead and send it in. If that's still not good enough, I remind you of the fact that this story is narrated by a 15 year old whose way too busy thinking of his dad's cock to pay attention to the proper use of the comma. I'll leave it at that. Enjoy! Life with Dad Chapter 2 By H.C.R. I'd never woken up happier than I did the morning after my night with Dad. I woke up the exact same way I fell asleep; my head on his chest with my arm across his stomach, and his arm around me with his hand resting on my hip. I felt completely at peace except for my need to pee. I considered holding it in just so I wouldn't have to separate myself from him. I got up anyways to. I knew I wouldn't wake him when I got out of bed because we had both always been very heavy sleepers. I went to the bathroom, and then brushed my teeth because I wanted my breath to be fresh when I woke him up. I had a full hard-on by the time I got out of the bathroom from thinking about the night before. I climbed into bed, straddled him, then leaned down and kissed him. "Morning, Dad," I said. "Mmm... morning, Colton." We stayed there and held each other for a while. "Every morning needs to be like this," I said. "Yeah. I need to get up and brush my teeth." "No, just stay here. I don't mind, honestly." "Come on, we can't stay like this forever." "Why not?" I asked rhetorically as he got out of bed. He went into the bathroom and I buried my face in where he had slept. He always smelled amazing. One of my many various and random hobbies was making my own soaps, shampoos, and any other health and beauty product I found myself in need of. Dad had requested a mint oatmeal soap, so I made up my own recipe because he was too good for any simple recipe I could find on the internet. The smell that soap left on him never failed to make me want to taste him. That was merely one layer of my dad's fragrance, though. He had his own personal scent that he secreted, and I wanted to bathe in it, as gross as that sounds. You'd understand if you smelled this godly man. He came out of the bathroom and sat down on the bed where I instantly started kissing his chest. "So what do you want to do today?" he asked. "I'm already doing it," I took a pause from nibbling on his nipple to say. "What, you want to fuck all day long?" I got up pushed him down under me. "I want to fuck all month long." He let out a sigh. "Colton..." "What?" "I love what we have between us, but we can't be doing this all the time." "What do you mean? Why not?" "I just mean that... that we can't be... a couple." I paused and got off from on top of him. "But I love you. I want us to be together. I want us to be together forever." "Exactly," he said. He saw that my puzzled expression didn't change. "Colton, I'm 25 years older than you. When you're my age, I'll be 65. Ten years later, when you're past middle-age, I'll be 75. I'll be... I'll be dying. If I haven't died already." I couldn't take all of this in. The thought of our age difference had crossed my mind, sure, but I never actually thought we'd be in a relationship. "Dad, I don't care about that." "You say that now, but--." "But what? If I'm fine with us being 25 years apart now and I'll be fine with it when I'm 40! Do you think I'm just kidding around when I tell you how much I love you?" His eyes started to tear up. "No, no, I believe you and I feel the same way, which is why I can't put you through it! I can't put you through spending your life with me only to watch me die and then live the rest of your life without me." His face was dripping with tears now as was mine. "So you think the answer is just to end this? You don't want to leave me alone for a measly 10 or 20 years but you're fine leaving me alone for the rest of my life?" I screamed at him. "No Colton, I don't want to leave you alone. It's just that maybe if we stop this and forget about what happened last night, you can find somebody your age with whom you can live a long and happy life with." "I don't want somebody my own age! I want you! I want us! You really think I could forget about last night? Does that mean that you could forget about it?" "Will it make it easier if I say that I could?" he asked. I didn't respond, so he did. "Yes, I could forget about it." I couldn't find any words to say as I started crying even more. I moved towards him and cupped his face with my hands. "But we said we loved each other! We said we always have!" "Colton you can't touch me like that anymore," he said as he tried to push me away. I resisted him pushing me back. "Dad stop, just let me--." "A father and son shouldn't touch like that, Colton!" "But we're not just--." "COLTON! STOP IT ALREADY!" I froze instantly. My dad had never yelled at me before. Not ever. I felt so sick. He was treating me like a kid. I knew what that felt like from other people, but not from him. This couldn't be happening. This was the exact opposite of what I wanted. I ran into my bathroom and slammed the door. "FINE! GET OUT! YOU GOT WHAT YOU WANTED! I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN! FORGET WHAT I SAID LAST NIGHT! I DON'T LOVE YOU, I HATE YOU! I FUCKING HATE YOU!" I fell to the floor and cried. I didn't stop for a long time. I hated this. I wanted to die. No, even that would be too horrible. I wanted to not exist. I found love and thought it was never going to end, only to have it end the next day. I thought my dad loved me but he couldn't have. Not if he was willing to throw everything away like that. I stayed in the bathroom for a while. Eventually, I stopped crying and just stared at the wall. I had completely shut down. I think that I knew I couldn't deal with everything that had happened, so my brain had to take a break to prevent me from going insane. My dad came to the door at one point. He asked if I could just let him know I was ok. I didn't say anything. He left without another word. I didn't sleep that night, I just lay there. I guessed that it was morning because he came to check on me. I still didn't say anything, so he unlocked the door. I just kept staring at the wall, but I could see him out of the corner of my eye. He looked at me, to see if I was still breathing, I assumed. He threw a blanket on me because I was still naked, but then left once more. I began to cry again. Awhile later, he came in again. "Colton, please just come downstairs and eat something. Please?" I stayed still, but as he was about to leave I got up. I put on a pair of shorts and a shirt that was lying on my floor, and followed him downstairs. I looked at the windows and could tell that it was a very dark night. I sat down at the kitchen table and he put a plate of food in front of me. I honestly don't remember what it was because I only had a couple bites and then didn't bother anymore since I wasn't hungry to begin with. "Do you remember Christmas five years ago?" I suddenly asked. "Yes, I believe I do," he said, sounding both hopeful and confused about finally hearing me talk. "Mom was mad at you and left and it was just us two. We sat at the piano while you played it and sang songs all night. I remember us singing `Baby It's Cold Outside.' It felt so amazing to be singing a romantic duet with you. That was the most perfect moment of my life. But it wasn't completely perfect because the farthest I could go when it came to touching you was resting my head on your shoulder and nothing more. And then there was Valentine's Day three years later. That's the day I came out to you, and told you that I was depressed that I didn't have anyone to spend the day with. Mom was mad at you that day too, so it was just us again. You let me drink wine that night and we polished off two bottles while we danced to Glenn Miller. So, that became the most perfect moment of my life because it was like the last, except we actually had some physical contact. It still wasn't completely perfect though. But last night, that was perfect. It was finally just us forever. I wasn't hiding how I felt about you and I could touch you anyway I wanted to. That was perfect." I looked at him and I could tell he didn't know what to say, so I continued on. "The point is that it took years to have just a few perfect moments, but if we just accept how we feel and stay together, the rest of our lives can be one continuous perfect moment." He opened his mouth to speak but I kept going. "And I know that there's an age gap. But I really want you to trust that it doesn't matter to me. I'm optimistic enough to believe that if we're happy, we'll stay that way, and in turn live long happy lives together. There's going to be a day when you die and it will most likely be before me. But that time is ridiculously far away. So, let's just enjoy our lives because if you still think it's best for us to separate from each other, I have nothing to live for. I want to have more perfect moments with you. I want to sing `Baby It's Cold Outside' and have you mean it when you say my lips are delicious. I want dance with you and be able to tell you I love you while we do it. I say you're the most important person in my life, but you're actually the three most important people in my life. You're my dad, my best friend, and... my boyfriend... if you want to be." "I really do. I want to be your boyfriend." "Ok, if you're sure--." "I'm sure." "Then, we have to talk about this. We have to get everything off our chests. Any insecurities, any doubts, just everything. I want to make sure you're not going to hesitate because of the age issue again. I know you called off our relationship because you loved me and wanted me to have the best life I could, but the only life I want to live is one with you." "I know now that I can't keep worrying about the future when I have perfection right in front of me at this very moment. I just don't want us to go through with this, only for you to find out that I can't give you what other guys can." "Dad, you can give me everything that anyone else can! I want you to know that. In fact, there's not anyone in the entire universe who can give me all that you can. And that's just one sign that tells me this is true love." "It is true love. Oh, it's definitely true love, Colton. I've known that this whole time which is why I shouldn't have yelled at you. I'm so sorry I did that to you. I've been beating myself up for it ever since I did it." "It's ok, trust me. In context it actually meant a lot. Just don't do it again." "Never! I promise I'll never hurt you again." "And you'll never leave me again, right?" "Never." We leaned over the table and kissed. I thought I was never going to be able to kiss him again. The kisses got salty because of the tears streaming down our faces. Tears from the realization that we'd get to kiss again. In fact, we'd get to kiss so many more times during our lives. "I love you," I said. "I love you so much, Colton." "And you promise it's going to be like this forever? You'll stay with me?" "Forever." I leaned in and kissed him again. "I haven't had your cock for two days now. Are you going to feed my addiction?" "You bet, baby. You know it's been hard for me too, not being able to play with your nice ass." "Mmm... I can't wait. But seeing as I haven't showered and you're still wearing the same clothes from yesterday, I think we both need to wash each other." We made our way upstairs, brushed our teeth, and got in the shower. We probably spent ten minutes just kissing and groping before I finally started lathering the soap all over my dad, taking extra care of his lower body. I just couldn't stop touching this beautiful man. It's safe to say he was beyond sparkling clean by the time I was finished with him. We kissed for a few more minutes until he said, "You ready for Daddy to get you nice and clean?" "I've been ready for years, Dad. I've read so many stories online about the father and son having to shower together and then they end up realizing how much they want to fuck each other. Completely unrealistic, I know, but they fueled so many of my fantasies about you." "Son, I remember when your bathroom was being renovated and you had to use mine. You'd come in when I was getting a shower sometimes and I wanted so badly to just pull open the shower curtain, let you see me jacking off, then ask you if you wanted a taste." "I can't believe we've been lusting after each other all these years and neither one of us found out about it sooner." "As long as we know now. God, son, you look so sexy with your hairy body all soapy. Damn, I wish I had a bigger tongue so I could lick you everywhere." "You'll just have to use the tongue you have. But don't worry, I'll cooperate with you. I don't care how long it takes; I'll let you lick until every inch of me is explored territory." We started kissing more and rubbing each other. The mint in Dad's soap gave a cooling sensation that felt nice on our otherwise steaming cocks. Suddenly, Dad turned me around and shoved me against the wall of the shower. He started soaping up my ass and cleaning it for his cock. It felt like his hands were made for my ass. He worked it so gently, yet he was so passionate and rough at the same time. Finally, we rinsed and dried each other off, then made our way to my bed. He got on his back and I climbed on top of him. I started kissing his neck and then his chest. I worked my way down his legs next, kissing and licking them all over. Once I made my way back up I took his big cock into my mouth. He tasted so delicious that I could've worked on his cock all day. But, of course, we had other things to do. I continued sucking him off, trying any little thing I could to give him that much more pleasure. His breathing got even faster and his hips were thrusting a little harder than before. He came in my mouth and I could feel it running down my throat. I swallowed shot after shot of my dad's cum as he grunted and writhed. I kept sucking long after he came, until he grabbed me, pulled me up to him, and kissed me. "That was nice, baby. I need to taste some of your cum now." We flipped over and he began blowing me at once. His mouth was going up and down my dick so fast I could barely stand it. It wasn't long before I let out a yelp and came in his mouth. I never thought I would care much about my sexual partner swallowing, but it was so hot that my dad was more than willing to suck the cum from my cock like a straw. Once my cock was sufficiently clean of any leftover cum, he started to kiss my chest. He kissed, licked, and chewed on my nipples, then licked me everywhere else. He even nuzzled his way under my arm to spend a little time on my pits. "I love that you're not one of those guys who shaves off every bit of hair they get," he said. "You have such a sexy and manly body." "Really?" "As if you don't know." "I don't. I've always been so self-conscious about my hair, actually." "Colton, that word should not be in your vocabulary. Everything about you is so beautiful. I wish I could have a hairy body like you." "I love your body, Dad. I'm happy there's no hair to get in the way of me running my hands over your soft skin." "You're so wonderful," he said before he kissed me. "You are too, Dad. Now let's see if you can slip inside me quicker than last time." He lubed up my ass and his cock like last time and then slowly pushed into me. It hurt a little, but not nearly as much as the first time. The major decrease in pain could be explained by the fact that he used the hand he wasn't balancing himself with to massage the head of my cock with his thumb, which he had also lubed up. When he was all the way in, I pulled him down to me and told him not to hold back this time. He started off at a relatively slow pace that quickly got faster and faster. Eventually, he was ramming his cock in to me, all the while jacking me off and making out with me. We moaned and groaned as we continued to fuck. He'd slow down occasionally to prevent himself from cumming, which was fine by me because I could've stayed there forever. I don't know why I did what I did, but I put my finger in my mouth to get it wet and then stuck it in his ass. I barely realized I did it because I was so lost in the moment. I just wanted to make him feel good however I could, and if I had a free hand then I was going to use it. I could tell he was a bit uncomfortable at first. I couldn't fit much of my finger in him because of the position we were in. But once I worked it in and started moving in and out, he seemed to enjoy it. "Oh, yeah! Play with my ass, son! Daddy needs to get fucked too." At this point, we knew it wouldn't be long before we shot our loads. He started kissing me again and fucking me harder than ever before. I started fingering his ass faster, too, while he rubbed my cock with much more force than earlier. We moaned and screamed into each other as we felt that welcome build-up of tension, and then the proceeding release. He filled up my ass as I squirted my cum between our bodies. Soon after, he lay down on top of me and rested his head on my chest while he grew soft inside of me. We stayed like that for a while and were still trying to catch our breath when decided to clean ourselves up before my cum permanently glued us together. "Baby, that was so great. I've never came like that in my entire life." "Me either. If we can accomplish that on only our second time, think of what we can do in the future." "Mmm... But if I think about that I'm likely to get hard again and I'm way too exhausted to fuck right now." "Me too. Let's just cuddle up under the covers and get some rest." We got in bed and wrapped ourselves in each other's arms. "Hey, Colton?" "Yeah?" "I love you." "I love you too, Dad. I'll never stop loving you." I risked repeating what had happened not too long ago, but I decided to say the words that sparked it all, and see what Dad's reaction was. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you." "Me too, baby." I knew for sure that I was going to be with my Dad forever, and any problems I had were gone now. It was just him and me, and nothing else in the world mattered. I couldn't wait to just live. To live life. To live life with Dad. I really hope this chapter was as good as the first. I know this story wasn't very long, but I really wanted to address the issues that accompany a father/son relationship. I think these characters have worked everything out, though, so expect longer, more erotic chapters in the future. Once again, send any comments and/or suggestions to bad_wolf17@hotmail.com. Thanks again!