Date: Thu, 26 Feb 2009 11:33:04 -0800 (PST) From: Jerlar Subject: Tim and His Dad, Part 5 This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. Mark Stevens Tim and Hid Dad Part 5 I turned off the main highway north of Colorado Springs and headed up a very steep graveled road. As we slowly climbed up into the mountains, I looked at Dad and said, "Does your map say now much further?" Dad shook his head. "No, it doesn't, but judging by the looks of things, I'd say about five more miles." "When you said secluded, that's what you really meant," I grinned. "I told you, I wanted privacy, and the owner assured me that's what I was going to get." For the next little while I concentrated on driving up the dusty incline, and Dad continued studying the map he held. I kept looking at the heat gave on my truck to make sure it wasn't over heating. I had down shifted to the lowest gear, and for a couple of miles it seemed we were hardly moving at all. Then as suddenly as we had started the incline, the road leveled out and I found myself driving on a flat and straight road once more. "Judging by the map," Dad said, "the cabin should be about a mile down this road." I didn't say anything. I kept my eyes on the road in front of me. "There should be a road about half a mile from here," Dad told me. "On the left," he added. "Take it. The cabin should be about a mile from where you make your turn." "Damn, we're going to be in the middle of no where," I grinned. "Should make it nice for getting naked and enjoying ourselves," Dad retorted. I soon saw the turn Dad had mentioned, and I took it. The road we were now on was even more inclined, and very dry and dusty. Didn't look as if any traffic had been down it for a very long time, I thought to myself. A short time later, Dad called out, "There it is. That's the drive leading to the cabin." I pulled into a drive that had a big "private" sign posted beside one of the posts. I drove slowly, taking in the sights around me. It was pretty in this area, I thought. The long narrow drive suddenly made a turn, and the cabin we had been looking for was suddenly in front of me. I drove up in front of the structure and killed the truck engine. I was impressed with what I saw. "Nice job," Dad," I praised. "The pictures on the Internet looked really nice," Dad said. We got out of the truck and walked up the steps. We found ourselves on a porch that went on all three sides of the cabin. I eyed the porch and said, "Damn, it will be nice sitting out her enjoying our coffee, won't it, Dad?" "And perhaps some other things as well," Dad said, his eyes twinkling. Dad reached up above the door with his fingers. He ran his hand along the top until he found what he was looking for. "The owner said the key would be here," he told me. Dad inserted the key in the door. A click sounded, and he pushed the door opened. He walked inside, and I followed him. "Fuck, Dad, you did good," I said as I looked around. "This is really nice," I replied. We discovered the living area and kitchen was one big area. The living area had a couch and two big comfortable looking chairs. The kitchen was equipped with a cooking range, refrigerator, even a dish washer. A dining table and chairs sat in the middle of the kitchen area. Next we walked down a short hall way. There was a bath on one side of the hall, and directly across from that was the bedroom. I walked inside the bedroom and looked around. There was a king sized bed made up and covered with a spread. A table with a lamp was on either side of the bed. "Dad, I must say, I'm very impressed," I repeated. "Well, how about us unloading the truck and settling in?" Dad asked. "I need to get comfortable," he grinned. "Do you now?" I retorted. We went to work unloading the truck. We had brought some food with us, so we placed that in the cupboard above the counter. The refrigerator was running, and I put some milk, eggs, and some other perishable items inside. While I was working on the kitchen, Dad had taken our bags to the bedroom, and he was busy placing our clothes in the dresser drawers, and on the racks in the closet. I finished in the kitchen and joined him. Like Dad, I was ready to get comfortable as well. "All finished?" Dad greeted me. I nodded. "Yeah, I am," I answered. I reached for my shirt and pulled it over my head. "I'm ready to get comfortable," I said. "Me too," Dad agreed. In a matter of seconds we were both naked. "I think I could use a beer," I said and headed back for the kitchen. I pulled two bottles from the refrigerator, and opening them, handed one to Dad. "What say we go out on the porch and enjoy these?" I asked, grinning. Dad didn't say anything. He followed me out the door. We walked around to the side of the cabin where we found a love seat glider. We sat our naked bodies down. Dad took a swallow from his bottle and said, "Shit, this is the life, isn't it, Tim? You ever see such countryside?" he wanted to know. "It does take your breath away, doesn't it?" I agreed. We sat there for a bit just enjoying the silence, the beer, and each other's company. The past two or three weeks had been so hectic for us, and it felt so good just sitting here and not having to be anywhere or do anything, or make any decision about anything. I suddenly felt Dad's hand on my leg. The touch felt so good, and I moved closer to him. Our naked skin was touching, causing my heart to beat a little faster. "Tim, may I ask you something?" Dad asked. "Anything, Dad," I said. "Tell me the truth, are you really comfortable with what we've been doing?" "I'm fine with it, Dad," I assured him. "How about yourself? Are you having second thoughts about us?" "Tim, I love you so much," Dad said. "I can't think of a stronger bond between a son and his father than what the two of us have. I just need to know that you are okay with it." I reached over and put my hands on the back of my dad's head. I placed my lips on his mouth and gently kissed him. Then pulling back, I said, "Dad, I am more than okay with us. In fact, just so you know, I am so okay with us that when I feel your cock up my ass, I feel complete. I feel whole. And, I feel so fucking empty when you're not up there," I finished with a tender smile. I looked down and saw that Dad was suddenly hard. The sight of his thick dick standing to attention made my own fill with blood immediately. "Nice," I smiled. I reached over and slowly ran my fingers underneath his hard shaft. "I was just thinking," Dad smiled, "how hot it would be to lean you over this porch rail and fuck the shit out of you." "Well, what are you waiting for then?" I asked. I stood to my feet and walked over to the rail. I spread my ass cheeks causing my hairy hole to stretch open, ready for Dad's entry. "I'd better get some lube," Dad said. "I'll be right back." "I'm not going anywhere," I assured him. "I want to feel that thick dick of yours deep inside my ass." I leaned over the porch, my cock, hard and dripping, pointing in the open air. As I waited for Dad to return, the warm breeze gently swept across my body, and I could feel it gently stir the hair on my chest and the forest between my legs. It felt so good that I was very excited and very anxious to feel my dad's hard cock inside my hairy tunnel. Dad returned with the lube. He greased his fuck stick up and then placed a glob of it inside my own tight hole. I shivered as I felt him oil me up, and when a finger slipped inside the slick opening, I moaned. "Come on, Dad, slide that hairy dick of yours inside my tunnel." Dad took his hands and gently pulled my cheeks apart. Then he guided his hard dick inside me until I felt ever inch of him buried deep. I pushed back against him, and I heard him moan with pleasure. He didn't say a word, but started fucking me immediately. "That's right, Dad, fuck me out here in the open for anyone to see," I told him. "Show me what it feels like to have a good fucking," I said. "God, yes, I'm going to fuck you, Son," he groaned. "I'm going to drive my cock hard inside that hairy hole of yours. I'm going to fill you up with the juice that made you," he said. "Then, after I fuck you, you're going to slide that huge dick into my ass, and you're going to give me your son juice." Dad was so excited, and I guess he couldn't wait for me to fuck him too, because it wasn't long before I felt him swell up deep inside my ass, and I knew he was going to fill me. "That's right, Dad, give me the juice that made me," I ordered. "Fuck my ass hard," I added. I felt the first spurt of hot thick dad juice hit my ass wall. It was followed by several more spurts, and suddenly I could feel that my ass was completely full of his spunk. "God, your ass feels so fucking good," Dad moaned. He pulled out of me, and I immediately felt empty. "Fuck me," he said. "Do it now." I found it so fucking hot thinking about fucking my Dad while I still had his cum inside me. I didn't need any more encouragement. I placed two fingers inside my ass and brought a glob of his cum. I wanted to use his cum for lube. I smeared his spunk all over my dick, getting is slick and ready to enter him. "How do you want me?" Dad asked, desire showing in his eyes. "The same way you did me is hot," I answered. I pushed him over the porch, spread his ass cheeks and quickly buried my fuck pole deep inside him. His cum on my cock allowed me to slide right in, and I was buried immediately, my brown cock forest mashed all the way against his ass. I was too fucking horny from the fucking Dad had just given me that I had no intention of taking things slow with him. "Dad, I'm going to fuck your brains out," I said. "Right now, I just need to fill your ass with my cum," I moaned. "Do it, Son," my dad said. "Fill me with your juice. I want to feel you cum inside me." Without any hesitation, I immediately started pounding Dad's ass, driving my cock deeper and deeper inside him. I was so horny that it didn't take long for me to shoot my thick wad of spunk. My cock swelled up, and I filled his ass with my juice. I kept on pounding him until there was nothing left in my cock to shoot. Each thrust I made, Dad would meet me, and when he would clinch down on me, it felt so awesome to my cock. After a few moments, Dad raised up. He turned and faced me. Grinning, he asked, "You think you're going to like it here at the cabin?" "No doubt about it, Dad," I assured him. "Good, I wanted this to be a trip you would enjoy." "Oh, there's no doubt I will enjoy every inch of this trip," I said. "Pun intended," I laughed. "Pun taken," Dad assured me. "Now, what say we check out the shower situation here? I've got something really sticky up in my ass, and I need to check it out." I clinched my ass muscles and said, "Yeah, me too. Maybe I could get someone to wash me out," I suggested. "Maybe," Dad retorted. "Let's go see what we can find." End of Tim and His Dad Part 5 Hope you enjoyed the next saga of Tim. Let me hear what you think. Jetdesk2@yahoo.com Mark