Date: Sun, 28 Feb 2021 03:59:12 +0000 (UTC)
From: "tigerbear0381@yahoo.com" <tigerbear0381@yahoo.com>
Subject: Moving in with Dad - Part two Reconnecting

Hello readers,

	Thank you for bearing with me. Again, this is my very first attempt
at writing. I welcome feedback and will respond as I am able. This story
will start to introduce some of the fun I know most of us are here
for. Please bear with me and be patient. Again there are only three parts,
but that could change depending on the feedback I receive. Thank you to my
amazing friend Roytoys for proof reading and editing. Made me feel much
more comfortable with publishing.

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	It was brought to my attention that I never gave names for my
characters. I wanted to edit this chapter and somehow toss them in there,
but I just couldn't figure out how to do it, in the second chapter,
naturally. So, I'm going to do it a bit differently and just put it at the
top of the remaining chapters. This is a fictional story. I hope you enjoy
it.

Dad is Rob
I am Paul

CHAPTER 2:

	I went ahead and relieved my bladder, tucked myself away, but left
my pants open as I walked back over to the table.

	"If you were just going to take off your shirt, you could've done
that minutes after getting here, bud." Dad chuckled. His eyes glanced at my
pants, and I saw them widen with comprehension. "Oh! Looks like someone is
missing a garment."

	"Yeah" I chuckled. "I forgot that I had done that today until I was
ready to remove my pants. I guess I'll just have to settle for no shirt for
the time being."

	My dad got a skeptical look on his face. "I thought we were going
to be as comfortable as we wanted to be."

	I laughed. "You're right, we did."

	I gathered my t-shirt and laid it out on the chair seat, then
gathered my courage and let my pants drop to the patio floor, kicking them
under my chair before I sat back down.

	"You sure aren't that skinny kid you used to be, are you?" my dad
noted, looking me over.

	"Well," I smirked at him "I haven't been a kid for a very long
time."

	"I know, and it shows," he said, averting his eyes back out to the
yard.

	My dad lit a new smoke, set it in the ashtray, and stood to his
feet. Keeping his eyes pointed toward the yard, he undid his shorts,
grabbed his waistband, and bent, shoving them off his ass and down his
legs.

	I, of course, was watching and as the pants went down, I remembered
that he wasn't wearing any underwear either. I was seeing him in profile,
and noticed that the hair on his body paused right about his waistband,
covering his round ass, thinning at his hips to what I had mistaken as
smooth only to thicken again closer to his crotch. The skin I could see
through the hair was paler than the rest of him, having been covered
whenever he was out in the sun.

	He straightened back up, and adjusted his nice sized package,
pulling it up and away from where it had been sticking to his upper
thighs. His scrotum relaxing down his thighs, his flaccid cock landing on
top of them, hanging about three inches in this state. His cock was plump
and pale, circumcised with a large mushroom head.

	He sat down with a sigh. "That is much better."

	"I agree," I said, taking a drag from my cigarette, my eyes glued
to my dad, while my head was turned away slightly to lessen the effect of
my staring.

	I saw a bit of a half-smile form on his face, and took that as my
cue to avert my eyes.

	"So, you still like looking at your old man, huh?" he asked with a
hint of amusement in his voice.

	I felt my blush rise up my face. "I know, it's weird, but yeah I
do."

	He got a mischievous grin on his face, and I could tell that his
next question was going to be a very uncomfortable one for me to answer,
and turn me an even brighter shade of red. "I'm curious."

	"I can see that," I replied. "If you want to ask, feel free. Just
be prepared for the answer."

	He became contemplative, "I think I can do that. So, no matter what
I ask, you'll be honest?"

	"I will, so just be sure you want to know before you ask." I said
firmly. Fearing that he wouldn't be as prepared for the truth as he thought
he was.

	"I gotcha so, let me start simple. When did you know you were gay?"
he asked, genuinely curious.

	"There's not a specific `when' I guess." I started, happy with the
simple question. "I always knew that I liked men, but I didn't know what it
was called. I wanted to see them naked, and always liked seeing it when I
could. What I did know was that it made me different, and it wasn't
something that I should or could openly share. It wasn't until second grade
that I found out that there was a name for it, and there were others out
there like me. The term was thrown out as an insult though, so it just
confirmed that I couldn't tell anyone without being teased mercilessly or
even beat up."

	By the time I finished my answer, I realized that I was looking at
my hands. It had been a long time since I had spoken about that, and it
brought along with it some of the pain of youth right along with it.

	"I had no idea, son." Dad reached across the table, grabbed my hand
and gave it a gentle squeeze. "I guess I have always had it ingrained into
me that it was a choice."

	"It is, Dad, just not the one you think it is." This was something
that I felt very passionate about. "The choice is whether to make ourselves
happy, or to make those around us happy. I know men that chose differently
than I did and it took them until my age or older to finally choose to
finally make themselves happy."

	"I'd never thought of it that way." he said, giving my hand a pat
and leaning back in his seat. "I like to think I handled it OK, but I know
not everyone does."

	"You didn't throw me out, and vow never to speak to me again, so
I'm happy," I said, trying to lighten the mood a bit.

	"I would never do that to you. I love you no matter what," Dad
returned.

	"I love you too, Dad." I replied.

	"OK, hopefully my next question will lighten things up a bit." He
then added, "What role do you play, in bed?"

	"Oh god!" I yelped, covering my face as yet another blush rose up.

	"You are God, or you scream `Oh god!'?" Dad questioned, followed by
a hearty laugh at his joke.

	"Well, I've screamed it my fair share I guess," I said with a
chuckle, then added with a bit of a leer, "but I enjoy causing others to
call it out too."

	"So, you're saying both roles?" Dad said, his eyebrows raised.

	"Well, yes" I felt a bit indignant. "I have the equipment to do
whatever I want to. Besides, why should I limit myself to just one option?
The possibilities are endless."

	Dad cocked an eyebrow, "Does that mean I've limited myself, having
only ever been with women?"

	I couldn't help but chuckle "Well, unless there were toys involved,
I'm afraid so."

	I was already half hard from sitting naked with Dad, him turning
the subject to sex only worsened the situation. I was just grateful that
the table top wasn't clear.

	"I've never even considered doing anything with my ass," he sounded
curious "It's always just been exit only."

	"Oh Dad, you can't discount things just because you associate them
with being gay." I chided teasingly. "You'd be surprised what you find you
like that you never tried before."

	"And you've tried the straight world?" Dad asked.

	"I have actually," I said. "I had a girlfriend in high school, and
we were sexual. A stiff breeze could get me going back then. Hell, it
doesn't take a whole lot now. So we were naked whenever we could be."

	"Ah, OK, so you've tried it and didn't like it?" Dad said, prodding
deeper.

	I shrugged. "I enjoyed it, it just wasn't what I wanted, which was
her stepdad."

	He laughed. "So, even while with her, you were thinking of men. So,
what is it about men that trips your trigger?"

	"Well, with my preference towards older and larger men, I guess
it's masculinity. The hairier the better. I love facial hair and, for some
reason, if all of that is on a large firm body, then I'm ecstatic," I
responded.

	I was beginning to wonder where we were going with this line of
questioning. It's one thing to take an interest in my life, and even asking
about my love life, but he was asking about my sex life. It was my turn to
do some questioning.

	I looked at him with an eyebrow cocked "You're awfully curious
about my sex life." My heart started to race and I could feel a full body
flush as I decided to press on. "Are you wanting to dip your toe in the
water?"

	It was finally his turn to blush "If I were to ever do that, it
would have to be with someone I trust a lot."

	I took a chance "This may disgust you, but would I possibly fit in
that category?" I knew it was a huge long shot.

	He looked over at me. "I guess so but, you're my son," He
protested.

	"I'm also an adult," I said. "I'm not some naive child that doesn't
know any better."

	"So, just some father son bonding, huh?" He chuckled

	"There's no way to be any closer." I said as I slowly got to my
feet, exposing my excitement to him.

	"Looks like you've thought long and hard about this!" he said with
a chuckle while he openly stared at my cock, which was standing proudly in
front of me.

	I'm not overly endowed by any means. Around five and a half inches
fully erect with decent girth, a helmet shaped head, balls that hug close
when I'm aroused, and all of this surrounded by dark curly hair.

	I lit another smoke and started moving around the table, Dad's eyes
following me. He leaned back in his seat, putting his hands on the arms of
his chair. He was already turned so that he was turned out from the
table. I came around and was stopped in my tracks by the sight before
me. Although I'd seen my dad naked, I'd never seen him aroused.

	He was sitting there with a thick 7 inch version of my cock
sticking out in front of him, complete with a shiny drop of precum sitting
on the tip. I felt like I'd gone on autopilot. I moved very slowly closer
to my dad, and sank to my knees, placing my lit cigarette on the patio. I
started taking deep breaths, breathing in his scent. I looked up into his
eyes, looking for any sign that what I wanted was OK. He stared back with a
small smile on his handsome face and gave me a slight wink and nod. I
mimicked his wink and nod, and moved my focus down his body until I landed
on the object of my desire.

	I slowly moved forward, and placed my hands on his knees. He
allowed me to spread them further apart, and slid himself further down in
the seat, leaning further back while pushing himself closer to me. I slid
my hands up his inner thighs getting closer to the base of his cock. His
breathing was getting shallower, and his cock kept jumping, the glands
swelling, and stretching to a shiny, purple smoothness, the shiny bead at
the end growing in size and looking like it could drip at any moment. My
hands reached the junctions of his inner thighs and groin, I leaned in
further, moved my eyes to his face, and swiped my tongue just below his
glands on the under side of his cock, connecting with that precious
drop. His eyes became smoldering and his cock jumped again, hitting me on
the tip of my nose. I opened my mouth and caught it when it came back down,
closing my lips around the tip, sucking gently, lathering it with my
tongue, savoring the slightly salty flavor of his excretion.

	I felt him flexing his cock, feeding me more and more of that
delicious nectar. I closed my eyes, started running my hands up his hairy
belly and slowly started taking more of him into my mouth, circling my
tongue along the underside of his swollen glands, and along his shaft as I
took him deeper into my hungry mouth. When I got three quarters of the way
down, I had taken as much as I could in my mouth. I opened my eyes, and
looked up at him, meeting his eyes. He was looking down at me, his eyes
glistening, lips parted slightly with an upward tilt, and breath
hitching. I rubbed my hands over his torso, finding his nipples and
circling them with my thumbs. He moved his hands from the arms of the chair
to my arms and started sliding them towards my shoulders.

	Determined to get my nose into the nest of hair at the base of his
cock, I took a couple of deep breaths, closed my eyes, opened my throat,
and started to force his cock inside. I felt his hands lift from my
shoulder, and gently land on the back of my head, clasped. He started
pulling me, along with adjusting his hips to try and find the angle he
needed to get into my throat.

	Together we found it. As soon as his engorged head popped into my
throat, I started swallowing him, contracting my throat around him. He
gasped as soon as he breached my tonsils, and pulled me the rest of the way
onto his demanding cock. I rubbed my nose in his bush, making sure that I
had the smell embedded when I could breath again.

	I felt his grip loosen, and pulled back till I could breath
again. Exhaled and then breathed in his musky scent. The smell, to me, was
a heady aroma. Not an easy smell to describe, one that I always associate
with crotch. Not the stink of no bathing, but also not the perfume the
freshly bathed, but somewhere in between.

	I trailed one hand down his body, leaving the other on his chest
continuing to tease one of his nipples. I reached below, and started to
tease his balls. Feeling them pull up and drop with my ministrations. I
pushed myself back onto his cock, again swallowing, and attempted to find
some kind of rhythm that would allow me frequent breath, but also bury this
wonderful cock deep in my throat.

	As much as I wanted him to feed me his cum, I didn't want this to
end just yet. So I slowly pulled off of him, which elicited a groan of
displeasure from him. "I'm nowhere near done," I said, "barely even
started." I snatched up my abandoned cigarette which had gone out, and lit
it back up, took a drag, and then blew the smoke directly on his crotch.

	We finished our cigarettes, each of us blowing our smoke on the
other. Once done I looked at him. "Let's go inside," I said, standing to my
feet. "This patio chair isn't going to be conducive to the things I'm going
to do with you."