Date: Tue, 7 Dec 2021 12:01:18 +0200 From: Jason Donovan Subject: Sins of the Farther Chapter 3 This story contains consensual sex between adult males. Please be warned if you are under age or find this sort of material offensive. I retain the rights to this story and cannot be used or published without my consent. Thanks to Nifty for giving me the platform and means to share my first attempt in writing with you. Please donate to help pay for this service Please share your thoughts @ jasond7101@gmail.com Chapter Three: I woke up early the next morning, I was lying naked on top of my duvet with the biggest and hardest erection ever, and from a very sexual dream, I had of my dad. I contemplated masturbating, but I was decided against it. I would rather get up and ready to spend time with my dad. I jumped off the bed and jumped into the shower. Got dressed and stormed out of the room. I couldn't wait to see my dad. I saw the Xmas tree as I entered the hallway and memories flooded back from the previous night. I smiled as I think of the father-son bonding session we had. I rushed to the kitchen. I felt disappointed when I stormed into the empty kitchen, my first thought was that my dad went out into the land that morning. Then I noticed the pick-up's keys on the kitchen table. I smiled as my disappointment subsided. I quickly turn the kettle on. I will take him some coffee in bed. I stared out of the kitchen window as I waited for the kettle to boil. It was raining softly outside. I wondered what the day would hold in for us today. Once the kettle boiled I made us some coffee, with his cup in my hand I walked down the hallway to his room. His room was at the end of the hallway and the door hallway open. I pushed the door open, felt a little disappointed when I found the bed, neatly made and empty. I walked into the room and then heard the shower running from his bathroom. I put the coffee down on his bedside table. When I turn to walk out I notice the bathroom door open and then I saw my dad in all his naked godliness. He stood there, water streaming down over his muscular frame, masturbating. It was without a doubt the biggest dick I have ever seen, it might only be the second one I have seen, but it was huge. I stood there frozen in place, mesmerized as I watch the scene playing before me in the shower as he wanked his meaty cock with one hand while the other hand fondled his ball sack. I could hear soft sounds of pleasure coming from the bathroom. I had my second hardon for the day, suddenly remembering our conversation last night about who was hotter, my dad or Jonathan. The verdict was in. My dad was way hotter than Jonathan. And that cock, longer and beefier than Jonathan's. With my mouth open, I watched him reaching his climax, shooting strings of his man seed, wishing that I could have been there in the shower with him, on my knees taking his man seed in my mouth. He let go of his cock and opened his eyes and like the flash I stormed out of the room. I went back to the kitchen and tried very hard to get the image of my dad in the shower out of my head. I started breakfast. I had to concentrate very hard not to burn the food. I was so engulfed in what I was doing that I jumped when I heard my dad suddenly behind me, "Thanks for the coffee stud, it was a nice surprise but I have to warn you that I can get used to it very quickly!" My heart racing I turned to face him, and I gasped. He stood there in the doorway to the kitchen dressed in a very tight fitted denim showing off his bulge in his crotch. He had boots on, but he was shirtless, showing off his hairy muscular chest and stomach. "My pleasure!" I answered and turned back to the food on the oven, trying to hide my third hardon for the morning. "Breakfast nearly ready!" I announced. "Do you need help with anything?" he suddenly asked behind me. I felt his naked chest against my back and if I wasn't mistaken I also felt his bulge against my ass. I swallowed nervously. "No thank you!" I replied, my voice shaking. "I got everything under control!" I could smell his cologne and I inhaled it deeply. My cock was throbbing. I turned the oven off. "Okay Breakfast ready!" I said. "It smells delicious!" he said. So did he, but I didn't say that. He moved away from me and took his place at the table. I dished for both of us and took my place across the table from him. We talked while we ate. "So what are your plans for today, and just in case I didn't mention it, thank you for yesterday, it was nice spending some time with you!" My dad smiled, "It was nice, wasn't it? "He said, so much warmth and love in his voice. "I was hoping that we could spend more time together today. We need to go and get everything we need for the party and I was hoping that you could help me pick out some gifts for Sophie and Miriam!" I had to try very hard to keep my excitement in control, "I would like that!" Silence followed as we eat our breakfast, then dad asked, "How do you feel about what happened last night?" he wanted to know. I frowned, "Which part of last night?" "You and Jonathan?" he clarified. "Why?" I wanted to know. "Well I would like to invite his parent to the barbeque and wanted to know if I can include him in the invitation as well . . . you did mention last night that there might be someone else that you are more interested in!" I could feel my face burning up as I blushed. "It's fine you can invite Jonathan. Like I have said last night there are too many complications with the other guy that I like!" A knock on the kitchen door makes me sigh with relief. My dad looked at me with a frown as he quickly got up to open the door. An elderly black man neatly dressed greeted him with a friendly smile, "Morning sir!" It was Jackson, the farm foreman. "Morning Jackson, anything wrong?" my dad asked. He shook his head, "No Sir, nothing is wrong. I just came to say that I need to go into town quickly, just so you know if you might be looking for me!" "Well, Jackson if you give us a few minutes you can drive with us. We need to go to town as well this morning quickly!" His smile got bigger his eyes brighter, "Ooh thank you, sir, that will be much appreciated!" He said, "I will be waiting by the truck!" he added. Jackson left and my dad closed the door. We finished our breakfast, decided that we should do the dishes when we returned. We quickly got dressed and left. It was raining outside as we got into the pick-up, I squeezed in between my dad and Jackson, the gear-lever between my legs. Not one of the most comfortable positions ever, but being squashed against my dad made up for that. I felt excited and very aroused being so close to him, I just prayed that he wouldn't notice the growing bulge in my groin area. A few things happened that morning in the pick-up on our way into town and were left confused once more. I didn't know what to think of what happened or how to react. Was I just imagining things, was I seeing things that weren't there. Was it my mind playing tricks on me, or was I just overthinking everything? I feel his leg pressed against mine, I know I was crammed in next to him, but he still had more than enough place for himself. His leg was pressed against mine. I could feel the pressure against mine. He kept his hand on the knob of gear-lever, something I haven't noticed him doing before. The palm of his hand on my leg just above the knee, his little finger rubbing my leg the whole time. I even caught him a few times looking in the rear-view mirror, looking at me. Was he checking me out? Was he looking for a reaction from me? Did I just imagine things? Did I read something into these things that weren't there? Whatever was happening had my hormones in overdrive. My cock was hard and throbbing. Enjoying being so close to my dad. There wasn't any conversation between us on our way into town. Each caught in his thoughts, each trying to make sense of everything that was, or was not happening. We dropped Jackson off at the place he wanted to be when we got into town and I had to force myself to move away from my dad. My dad said that we should work out our shopping plan, that we should do everything we had to before going shopping for food and drinks for the party. He asked me if I wanted to go anywhere, in particular, I said no, and that I was only there to spend time with him. He like hearing that and said that we should start at the bank. He needed to draw some salaries and some money for all the shopping we had planned for the day. The bank was quiet and we were in and out in under twenty minutes. I noticed again like I did the previous day what a popular and likeable person my dad was. Everyone greeted him wherever we went. I knew my dad was connect to various organisations and clubs in our little town and the he was well know. I mean he served as police reservist, volunteered firefighter and even head the farmers forum in town, and I sure that there were many other organisations that I didn't even knew of. But what caught me by surprise was how men and women flirted with him shamelessly. Everyone wanted to know who the handsome young man on his side was and he introduced me proudly as his son. "It's obvious to see that the apple didn't fall far from the tree!" an elderly lady said after my dad had introduced me to her. He looked at me with so much love when he replied, "He might have got his looks from me, but he got his brains, compassion and wisdom from his mother!" he had told her. She smiled friendly, "That young man must make you nearly perfect then!" she said to me. "Perfect in every way!" my dad replied to her as he put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me against him. That made me blush and a little uncomfortable. Would he still think that I am perfect when he finds out about all my sexual thoughts and fantasies I had of him? When we finally got away from the old lady my dad turned to me and said that we should go and look for some new clothes. He said that I got so buffed that it looked like my clothes might tear at any moment. Then he said that he was afraid that he might get violent with some people staring at me so lustfully. He was so serious when he said that, was he jealous? I liked the way the people looked at me, it made me feel good about myself, it made all those hours I have spent in the gymnasium after school not wanting to go home all worthwhile. But then again, I could do with some new clothes, and shopping for clothes with dad turned out to be big fun, a major turn-on and as confusing as ever. There was a lot of sexual remarks, showing of asses, showing off the bulge and even a few asses slaps from my dad that send shivers of pure pleasure and excitement through my whole body. We had a lot of fun and there was a lot of laughter. At one stage we even had a crowd staring at us as if we were mad. That didn't seem to bother my dad very much. Then something happened that had me very hard and excited, and like all the previous times very confused. He was in one of the dressing rooms trying on some clothes. It was just a cubicle with a piece of heavy material covering the front of the cubicle. "What do you think?" I heard him say from behind the curtain. "Do you think people will look at me lustfully dressed like this?" he added as he pulled the curtain open and stepped out of the dressing cubicle. My cock reacted almost immediately, my heart racing, my mouth dry as my jaw nearly dropped to the ground. He was dressed in a white and blue checked sleeveless shirt, showing his big muscular arms. The buttons were undone exposing his muscular hairy chest and hairy abs, but what caught my eyes almost immediately was the tight fitted jeans he had on. It was obvious that he had no underwear on, his cock bulging outlined perfectly down his inner thigh. I didn't think before I answered him. "Fuck me!" I gasped, "The only way I will get people to notice me when I walked beside you dressed like that, is to walk around naked!" I said, "And even then I wonder if they would notice me!" I added. My eyes locked on his body, taking mental pictures, that was surely images that would be used the next time I masturbate. "That might be a sight I would like to see!" I suddenly heard my dad's voice breaking through to me, "I might have a hard time seeing that in these jeans!" he added as he turn around stepping back into the dressing room, closing the curtain I heard him say, "These jeans getting cramped already just thinking of it!" Wow, my heart skipped a beat, did I just hear my dad confessing that he was getting hard thinking of me being naked? I was in awe. Did I hear correctly or was it my mind playing tricks on me again? Or was I hearing what I wanted to hear? I was still a bit shaky from what had happened when my dad paid for the clothes, noticing the jean and the short was part of the clothes that he had decided to take. We went back to pick-up, both in a happy mood. Our next stop was buying gifts for the staff. Once back in the pick-up I turn to face my dad, "Dad, can I ask you a question?" He looked at me, he looked so happy, so relaxed, "Sure stud, you can ask me anything!" he replied. I took a deep breath, "Before I told mom that I was gay I have read and heard so many stories about other young people that were rejected by their parents for being gay. Some even got assaulted and then thrown out in the streets. Leaving them to fend for themselves. I have read that father's normally had the hardest times accepting their sons being gay. But not you, you act and look so cool about it. Please, don't take it the wrong way, I am happy that you are that way, but I need to know is it just because mom-" He turns to look at me, "Yes, your mom did tell me not to keep against you, that you didn't choose to be gay. She told me that you struggled with it. The fact that I had known for so long and had seen that it didn't change who you were also helped. You are my son, and I love you for who and what you are, "And why would I make an issue about something that I can't change or have control over. I already lost your mom and there is no way in hell that I am going to lose you as well." He said putting his left hand on my thigh, his little finger very close to my crotch. He squeezes my leg gently, "As I have said, you are my son and I love you no matter what! Besides I am the last person to judge!" I put my hand on his, my fingers slip in between his, "Thank you, Dad and I love you too!" He didn't let go of my leg, I didn't let go of his hand. His little finger rubbed my thigh inches away from my growing cock. My hormones were going crazy, my cock achingly hard. The massive bulge in my jeans was very visible. I caught him a few times looking down at our hands and my obvious hardon. The one time I caught him looking, he looked up into my face and just smiled. My heart was racing. This time I knew that I wasn't imagining things, but I still didn't know where everything was leading to or how to react. He used his right hand to change the gears, his little finger millimetres from my hardon. I large wet spot formed on my jeans and I knew he could feel it. To be honest I wasn't worried anymore. I just sat back and relax enjoying this great intimate moment the two of us shared. We reached our next stop and I had to admit that I felt a little sad and disappointed when my dad took his hand off my leg. We entered what our little town considered a shopping centre. It had two storeys and about fifty shops on the inside. It was all nicely decorated for the Xmas season and soft Xmas music was playing. The place was packed and we walked into many people that knew my dad and who wanted to talk. I only hoped that my shirt was long enough to cover the wet spot in my crotch area. My dad wasn't in the mood to spend too much time in the place and told people very friendly that we are on a time limit and that we needed to pick up people that were already waiting for us. My dad mentioned that he had no clue what to buy for Miriam and Sophie and I told him we should get them what mom always used to get them. They always seemed to like their gifts. We bought the gifts and while they wrapped them for us we ran through the other shops. We bought all the food we would need for the party and on our way back to the liquor store I ran in to fetch the gift we bought for the staff. As my dad went to the liquor store I slipped away quickly and bought a few Xmas gifts myself. The pick-up was packed and the engine already running when I got outside. Jumping into the front seat my dad asked, "Would you like to grab something to eat quickly, that way you can see Jonathan again!" he asked me. I just shook my head, "No, I am not hungry right now, Jackson might already be waiting for us!" I answered. "Yeah, you're right!" My dad replied as he drive out of the parking in the direction to the place we dropped Jackson off earlier. It was still raining lightly outside. We were both quiet again. Each caught up in our thoughts. I was pretty sure that I wasn't imagining things anymore. The way my dad would look at me at times was more than just a dad looking at his son. My dad was looking at me the same way I was looking at him, it wasn't just with love and admiration. There was something sexual, something lustful. The way my dad acted around me, calling me stud, the near nakedness, the hugs, the way he hold my leg earlier his fingers millimetres from my erection. The remark he made in the clothing store about seeing me naked. Did my dad have the same feelings for me as I had for him? Does he have any sexual interest in me? Does he feel the same way I feel? Does he want the same thing I wanted? My mind was a rollercoaster of many unanswered questions. I was deep in thought I haven't noticed that we had reached our destination until Jackson suddenly opened the door next to me. I had a fright, it made me jump, it made my dad burst out with laughter, as I tried to move as quickly as I could so he could climb in and get out of the rain. Everything happened so fast, as I try to move my hand ended up on my dad's thigh, over his hardon. It took me a while to register what was happening and ever longer to figure out my next move. I was about to take my hand away and acted like nothing had happened when I felt his hand on mine, pressing my hand down over his hardon. I was shocked and excited at the same moment. I looked at him nervously. He looked at me calmly, just smiling. I suddenly felt my body relaxing. Jackson got in the car and close the door. My dad, his eyes still locked on mine, took his hand slowly of mine and put the pick up into gear and drove off. "Did you manage to get everything done you wanted to do Jackson?" my dad asked the foreman, not acting or sounding any different. No one could ever have realised what was happening right at that moment between us. The bag on my lap with the present I have bought blocks Jackson's view. "Yes, thank you!" he replied. "It's nice seeing you together again. It's been too long. It's nice to see you all happy again!" The poor man had no idea just how happy I felt at the moment. I was feeling and touching my dad's throbbing cock. Neither of us said anything, both nervous and excited. Both know very well that things will never be the same between us ever again. There was a long silence again. My dad would clear his throat a few times but he never stopped smiling. The silence in the pick-up was getting too much for the foreman, "What are you planning to do when you finish school next year?" he asked. I look at him, "I am planning to study business management part-time and learn everything I can about farming from my dad and you guys!" I said. My dad looks at me in his rearview mirror, "It has always been my dream to have my son farming with me!" my dad replied. Without thinking I squeezed my dad's cock. He bit down on his lips as he moaned softly. "Well you are stuck with me now, I am not going anywhere!" I said. My dad smiled, "I like that very much!" my dad said as he put his hand on mine, moving it higher up over his cock and squeezed my hand hard down on it. My dad was still holding my eyes with his in the rearview mirror, as I kept on squeezing his cock. Still biting down on his lip, "The madam would be very happy knowing you two are okay!" Jackson suddenly said. My dad's eyes returned to the road in front of his as I continued massaging his cock. I was under total control of my lust and hormones. I was very excited and at the same time very afraid of what might and might not happen when we got home. I could hear my dad's breathing getting heavier, I could his muscular chest expanding every time he inhales. He grabbed my hand making me stop. This time he didn't remove his hand from mine. I was getting more excited and more nervous as we got closer to the farm. When we drove up to the farmhouse we noticed the neighbours car in the driveway. Uncle Tim was still in the car, his wife was knocking on the front door. She turned around when she heard the roaring engine of the pick-up. She smiled and wave at us and made her way back to the driveway. "Shit!" my dad mumbled. My dad stopped next to Uncle Tim's car. He got out first, I saw him pulling his shirt from his pants, hiding his hard-on and the wet spot on his pants. Jackson also got out and greeted everyone very politely and very friendly. Then asked my dad if he could help unload everything. My dad thanked him for offering but mentioned that we would manage. I was the last to get out of the pick-up. Uncle Tim climbed out of the car, "Hi neighbours!" he greeted us both with a firm handshake. His wife walked up to us, "Sorry to pitch up unannounced!" she apologised, "But it was so nice seeing you all again last night. We had such a great time. We are planning a little get together on Xmas day for those who are not going away or have family visiting and it would be nice having you two join us if you didn't have anything planned?" she asked. Dad looked at me, he could see that I was annoyed and not thrilled about the idea. He turns to face Aunt Mary, "Thank you for the invite. It would have been great, but unfortunately, we already made some plans, but if they do change I will let you know immediately!" he said. She seemed happy with the answer, "Perfect!" she said as she made her way back to the passenger side and get into the vehicle. Uncle Tim explained that they are on their way into town. He got back into the car and they left. Leaving my dad and me alone watching them as they drove off. The moment they were far away we both turn to look at each other at the same time, "Dad-"I said. "You-"my dad said at the same time. I smiled, "Go ahead, dad!" I said. My dad looked as nervous as I did, "How do you feel?" he asked me, "About everything that just happened in the car!" "Honestly, I wanted it to happen ever since I can remember!." I answered. He sighs with relief, "You do know once we enter the house things between us will never be the same again!" he said, he sounded worried. "I know, just as long as this brings us closer I will not mind, but I just can't stand the thought of losing you!" He smiled at me gently, "You will never lose me, that I promise you, but you do know what might happen can get us both in a lot of trouble if it comes out!" he said. "Dad, I will never say a word to anyone, remember I told you last night that whatever happened with Jonathan, that I was thinking of someone else?" He nods. "I was thinking of you dad, I wished last night could have been with you!" I said, I have shared my biggest secret with my dad and it felt good to have finally admitted that I wanted him more than anything else. My dad smiled, his eyes bright, "Well I have to confess, I was jealous!" he said. "You where?" I asked very surprisedly. He nodded his head, "Not just about last night, not just about Jonathan, but I was I was jealous about Sebastian as well, I knew that the two of you was more than just friends!" he said blowing the wind from my sails. "You knew?" He nods, his eyes suddenly very mysterious as he looked nervously around us. He stepped forward me and took me in his arms, pressing me hard against him. "Yes, I had known and I was very jealous!" he said again, "Ever since I have found out about you, this might sound shockingly perverted, but ever since I found out about you, liking men, I had this dream of being your first." I couldn't believe my ears, "You did?" I asked as he leaned in closer and kissed me on the lips. It was the first time his lips touched mine, and a shiver of excitement rushed through my body. He pulled his head back, "Yes!" he said, "Remember I told you that I used to be a very different person before I married your mom?" he asked. I nod, a sound made us jump and my dad let go of me, stepping away from me. We looked around nervously, but couldn't see anything. "I think we should take this inside, there are a few things we need to discuss, and maybe a beer will help with the nerves!" I shook my head in agreement, "Make it a few beers!"