Date: Thu, 01 Oct 2020 00:01:59 +0000
From: Neil M <writerguy1@protonmail.com>
Subject: Mcgregor and Sons: Chapter 5

McGregor & Sons: Chapter Five

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Through the blackness, he could hear them singing. Outside his bedroom
window, the early morning birds were giving him a wake up call. Slowly
opening his eyes, Joe gave in to acknowledging the suns rays that were
beginning to shine down into his room.

Rolling over in bed, he saw a shock of black hair hiding the handsome
face of his oldest son. Delicately, he relocated the strands; moving them
out of the way so that he could gently place a kiss on his lips.

Blinking his eyes, Junior came to life. "Morning dad." Stroking his son's
hair, Joe smiled. "Good morning my handsome lad, how did you sleep?"
Junior looked up at his father's face. Seeing him always made him feel
safe.

"Well...I slept well. You?" Joe flashed his son the McGregor half smile,
"I think I would have slept well too except there was this gorgeous young
man who kept me up."

Junior smiled broadly. Enjoying the feel of his father's touch, he
started to think about the events of the previous night.



Junior sat in his pickup, introspectively contemplating his day. Feeling
the need to relax, he lit a joint, took a couple of tokes, then put it
out. It had to be after 11pm, but he was feeling restless.

He didn't know what he was going to tell his family. He knew he had made
a big decision about his life and that it was his right to do so. But a
part of him felt bad for not talking to them about it first.

Quietly entering the house, he hung up his spring jacket and crept
upstairs. On the way to his bedroom, he noticed his dad's light was still
on. Softly, he knocked on the door. "Dad?"

"Come in." Junior entered the room. His father was sitting in his usual
evening position, leaning against his head board, reading a book, naked.
Junior loved seeing his father with his clothes off. He had always
admired the sight of his strong, masculine, physique.

"Hi buddy, how was your night?" asked Joe, smiling at his son. Junior
realized he'd been addressing him by that nickname his whole life. That's
why he used it when he addressed Aiden. He loved the thought of that.

"Can I sleep in here tonight, dad?" Joe lovingly looked at his son. "Of
course you can." Junior peeled off his clothes and climbed into bed as
Joe put his book away. While embracing each other, Junior leaned over to
kiss his father.

With a curious look on his face, Joe pulled back. "What am I tasting?"
Junior had forgotten about the two tokes he'd taken off his joint
outside. "Uuhhh..."

Joe squinted his eyes, "Is that that reefer stuff I've heard all of you
young people are smoking now?" Junior couldn't help but chuckle.
Sometimes his dad really did sound like a square.

"Grass, dad. They call it grass now." Joe realized at times, his son
thought he was an old man. "Ah...right." Feeling adventurous, as well as
wanting to impress his boy, Joe went out on a limb. "You have anymore?"

Junior's eyes got big. "Really dad?" Joe wasn't exactly sure himself, but
he nodded his head anyway.

After a few minutes of trying to figure out how to properly smoke a
joint, Joe finally got the hang of it. As he and his son sat cross
legged, knees to knees, they enjoyed each other's company, laughing and
bonding while getting high together.

"Wow, this is...like the best...wow." Junior giggled at seeing his father
high for the first time. "Okay dad, now I'm gonna teach you how to shot
gun, okay?" Joe looked puzzled. "Does this mean I have to jump out of a
barrel or something?"

Junior laughed hysterically as his father giggled along with him. "Whoa,
I think we need to crack open a window," said Junior, noticing a haze of
smoke collecting in the room.

Jumping off the bed, Junior walked towards the window. Joe couldn't help
but take notice of his son's lean, toned body. "You got a gorgeous ass,
kid." Junior chuckled at his father's compliment. "Thanks dad."

Waving him back over, Junior climbed back on the bed. While crawling into
his arms, Joe told his son how he felt about him. "I know I depend on you
for a lot. You help me with the farm, the house...you've even helped me
raise your brothers. I don't always say this, but you mean so much to me,
you know that? I love you Joseph, and I'm so glad you're here with me."

Junior hugged his father as tight as he could. As both men proceeded to
lie down together, they began to kiss. Joe massaged his son's naked body,
electrified by the feel of his warm flesh against his own.

Junior massaged his father as well. Together, they enjoyed each other;
immersing themselves in the love and intimacy they had shared for so
long.



The next morning, Joe climbed out of bed ahead of his son so he could
prepare breakfast for his family. Standing in front of the stove in his
boxers and an apron, he scrambled eggs, fried bacon and made toast.

Entering the kitchen wearing only a pair of jeans, Junior reached into
the fridge and took a swig out of the milk bottle. Joe took notice of his
presence. "Hey buddy! Would you pour me a glass of O.J. please?"

Junior reached into the cupboard, pulled out a glass and filled it. While
handing the glass of juice to his father, he tried to tell him something.

"Dad, I need to talk to you abou-"

Junior was interrupted by Patrick and Aiden loudly running down the
stairs. Both boys were in their underwear. Aiden had Patrick's comb in
his hand, not about to let it go without a fight.

"Give it here, Aiden! You're gonna be sorry when I catch you!" Aiden
laughed as his brother shouted. Not being fast enough to avoid his
brother's grasp,, Patrick tackled him to the ground, tickling him as
Aiden squealed.

"Hey you boys better not break anything!" Joe gave his boys a light but
stern warning. Junior tried in vain to get his father's attention. "Dad,
I really have t-"

Joe put his hand on Junior's chest. "One second son. I gotta go break
these guys up. Hey! You two..."

Junior looked down at his brothers rolling around on the floor. Growing
impatient and unable to keep his feelings bottled up any longer he
exploded. "WOULD YOU GUYS SHUT UP!"

Suddenly, the room was quiet. Both Patrick and Aiden abruptly stopped
their horseplay. Joe blinked his eyes in disbelief. It was completely out
of character for his oldest son to lose his temper and yell the way he
had.

As his family stared at him, Junior told them what he'd been trying to
say. "An army recruiter came to the trade school last week. I signed up
for military duty. I leave next week."

Joe's eyes instantly glassed over. For a moment, he couldn't hear
anything. Feeling his knees weaken, he sat down on a chair at his dining
room table.

Patrick looked serious but unfazed. Junior had told him about joining the
army earlier in the week; but he was still surprised about how he broke
it to their family.

Aiden was shell-shocked. Silently, he stared at his brother in disbelief
as his eyes began to fill with tears. After a few seconds went by, he
turned and ran up the stairs, slamming the door of his bedroom behind
him.

"I should go check on him," said Patrick quietly. Before heading
upstairs, Patrick gave his brother a stern look, then nodded his head
towards their father.

Junior walked towards the dining room table. As he pulled out a chair, he
reached for something to say that would console his father.

"Dad, I-"

"Why didn't you talk to me about this first, Joseph? Hm? I had a plan.
You could've gone to stay with your uncle-"

"And when would I be able to come home, dad? Huh? I'd be labeled a draft
dodger and I'd have to stay in Canada for the rest of my life. Besides,
you fought in Korea; what's the difference between you going there and me
going to Vietnam?"

"The difference is I wasn't watching my son go off to war!" Joe turned
his head to look out the window. From the side of his face, Junior could
see a tear run down his father's cheek.

"All my friends are going over there. How can I try and weasel out of it
when they all have to go. It's my duty, dad."

"I thought you were a pacifist?" said Joe.

"Deep down, I stil consider myself to be one. But, I've also grown up.
This is where my country needs me right now, dad. I can't just turn my
back on that."

As sad as he was about his son's decision to enlist in the army, he was
also proud of him for standing by his convictions. Reaching over, Joe
hugged his son. Not wanting to let go, he hung on to Junior for almost
ten minutes.



A little later, Junior was upstairs walking toward the bathroom door that
was slightly ajar. In the reflection of the mirror, he could see his
little brother sitting in the tub. Hoping to explain himself to him, he
lightly knocked on the door.

"Buddy, it's me, can I come in?" Aiden didn't respond. Junior entered the
bathroom, closing the door behind him. Aiden was staring down at the
water, his knees pulled up to his chest.

Junior undressed. Once he was naked, he slipped into the large tub behind
his brother. Gently, he began to bathe him. "I want you to know that I
would never purposely do anything to hurt you. And...I want you to know
that even though I have to leave...I'm gonna come back for you."

Junior's voice began to shake. "I understand if you're mad at me. But,
Aiden...I need you to forgive me...b-because if you don't, I won't make
it over there."

Aiden sat in the bath, silent and unresponsive. As Junior was about to
get out of the tub, Aiden turned around. Quietly sobbing, he latched on
to his big brother. Grasping his little brother's fragile body, Junior
wept on his shoulder.

Later in Junior's room, he and Aiden lay naked on his bed together.
Tenderly, Junior caressed his brother's body as he touched every inch of
him. All he could think was how much he would miss the feel of his soft,
smooth skin under his palm.

As Aiden kissed his brother's lips, he tried to forget about his brother
enlisting in the army, and especially about when he would leave.

Junior began to massage Aiden's hole like his father taught him, kissing
him deeply at the same time. He could hear Aiden inhale sharply as he
inserted his finger.

"I need to be inside you, buddy. Please, let me be inside you." Overcome
with passion, Aiden nodded his head repeatedly at his brother. Shifting
his body around, Junior was now on top of Aiden.

Lovingly he looked down at his little brother. He was so gorgeous and
sexy. Junior wished he could know how often he thought about him in a
day; how much he longed to be near him when he wasn't around.

Wrapping his legs around Junior, Aiden felt his brother's warm, firm cock
slide into him. Instantly, his nipples hardened and his flesh quivered.
Whenever his brother touched him, it was impossible for him not to feel
pleasure and joy.

Junior began to delicately thrust his dick into Aiden's hole, feeling his
soft, warm, tunnel encase his member. As the two brother's kissed, they
held on to each other as tightly as they could, as though they were
attempting to become one being.

Aiden couldn't help but long for the feel of his big brother's firm,
toned body resting on top of him. He longed for the sensation of his
brother's cock filling his hole; giving him pleasure in the process.

No matter what Junior said or did when they made love, his brother's
mannerisms and touch always made him feel like he belonged to him.

Now in a state of ecstasy, Aiden couldn't hold out any longer. As his
brother filled his boy pussy with his cock, he involuntarily tightened
his legs around Junior's waist and ejaculated.

Junior could feel his brother cum as his rectum tightened around his
cock, gripping it intensely. Excited by feeling his brother climax, he
pumped his his brother's hole faster.

As Junior kissed Aiden passionately, he came, filling his brother with
his seed.

Junior lay his head on Aiden's chest, softly kissing his smooth skin. "I
love you, Aiden.

Aiden stroked his brother's hair, "I love you too, Junior." Though they
didn't have many words to say to each other at that moment, they shared
the most important ones.



Joe sat naked on the side of his bed. He wasn't necessarily sure what he
was feeling, all he knew was that he was sad.

A minute later there was a knock on his door. "Come in," he said in a
somber tone. Patrick entered the room nude, quietly shutting the door
behind him.

"Dad, you alright?" Joe looked up at his son. Quietly putting his head
down, he began to weep. He normally tried not to cry in front of any of
his boys, but this time he couldn't hold back.

Patrick moved quickly toward his father. Taking him in to his arms, he
held him as he sobbed. Gently, he rocked his dad back and forth,
consoling him.

"Dad, do you want me to sleep in here with you tonight?" Though Patrick
was doing this for his father, he was also sad about his brother leaving
as well.

"I would like that, Paddy," said Joe. He reached up, wiping his eyes with
his hands. "Sorry son, I didn't mean to do this in front of you."

Patrick looked at his father. Not saying a word, he leaned over and
kissed his father's mouth. Putting his hand on Patrick's face, Joe kissed
him back.

With his other hand, he rubbed Patrick's bare back. Moving his fingers
slowly downward, he began to massage the top of his son's crack.

Turned on by his son, he lowered his mouth on to his stiffening cock.
Wantonly he sucked Patrick's dick, forgetting he was upset.

Patrick leaned back and watched his father suck his dick with
abandonment. Willingly, he let Joe push him back on the bed by lifting
his muscular leg. Once he was on his back, Joe kneeled down in front of
Patrick, his tongue now wetting his soft pink hole.

Patrick began to moan as Joe lapped at his asshole, licking it
thoroughly. Grabbing his waist, Joe flipped Patrick on his stomach.

Lining him up in front of his groin, Joe spit on his cock, then slowly
inserted himself inside his son. Once he was in, he laid down on top of
Patrick. Thrusting his hips, he began to fuck his son.

Patrick turned to look at his father. With a pouty expression, he begged
his father for his cum. "Please daddy, cum in me!"

Joe being excited by his son's plea, let his juices flow inside his son's
hole. "Oh god, oh god," said Joe.

Joe didn't give his son time to think before he pulled out of him, seeing
his own cum ooze from Patrick's hole.

Putting himself in a sixty nine position, he placed his jizz covered cock
in Patrick's mouth allowing him to taste his own hole on his father's
dick. Joe took his son's phallus into his mouth, determined to milk his
load from him.

Tasting his precum, Joe worked hard to siphon his son's nut from his
smooth balls. In just a few minutes, Joe was rewarded; feeling the spray
of his sixteen year old son's seed rinse his mouth.

Feeling satisfied, both Joe and Patrick crawled under the blankets
together. Not one to usually cuddle after sex, to Joe's pleasant
surprise, Patrick crawled into his father's arms.

Joe nuzzled his face against Patrick's hair. "I know you think I'm too
soft sometimes, but I love you, Paddy. No matter how old you get, you're
always gonna be my special young man."

With his head on his father's chest, Patrick responded. "I know dad. I'm
glad I'm your special young man." A few minutes later, they were both
sound asleep.



Joe and Junior sat in the bus terminal, waiting for the next bus to the
base. While he waited, Junior thought about his brothers. Saying goodbye
to Patrick had been difficult. Saying goodbye to Aiden had been
agonizing.

He tried not to think about seeing his little brother in the rearview
mirror as he drove off. His cheeks stained with tears as he held on to
their brother Patrick for solace.

Just then, his thought was interrupted by the arrival of the bus. Joe and
Junior stood up. Junior grabbing his suitcase, faced his father.

"When you get there you fall in line and do what they say, alright. You
gotta think of it as character building and not fight it, alright," said
Joe.

Junior nodded his head. Joe gave his son a once over, touching his dark
locks. "Thank God their gonna cut that hair." Junior chuckled at his
father's comment. Moving towards him, he gave him one last hug before he
boarded the bus.

Joe watched as the bus pulled out of the station. Under his breath, he
said a little prayer and thought, "Find your way back to us, son. Just
find your way back."



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