Date: Wed, 18 Nov 2015 16:01:51 -0600
From: David C <davidatnifty@gmail.com>
Subject: "Bonding With My Dad" Part 2

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Thank you for your great support. I would have posted part 2 sooner, but I
unfortunately do not have as much time as I'd like.  I would love to hear
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you have any. Thank you, enjoy.

Bonding With My Dad - Part 2

I ran my hand through my wet hair, slicking it back. I splashed some more
water from my water bottle on my face, rubbing my eyes and cheeks. I panted
as I sat down on the grass. The sun was already setting, creating a nice
setting over the soccer field.

"Nice grind today guys. Way to close off the year. Remember, summer
practice starts on June 25th." Coach James exclaimed.

We were all sitting around the field, trying to catch our breaths. About
twenty something guys were scattered all over the field. We were in an
after school practice. Not for one sport in particular, but we all just
gathered to train year around. Since sports are seasonal, my school had the
idea to create a sort of "club" for guys who didn't want to get out of
shape during the off season. Honestly, I trained better by myself. The only
reason I was doing it was because most of my friends were in it.

"Alright, have a great summer guys!" Coach said, bringing me back into
reality. I wasn't listening to him very much; I was just looking out at the
sky.

The guys all started to shoot up from the grass and headed towards the
school's side entrance, and to the locker room. Before I could even get up,
Nick came to my side and offered me his hand. I grabbed him, and he pulled
me up.

"Anything interesting tonight?" He asked as we walked

"Sleep" I responded

"C'mon let's go do something, man!" He playfully shook my shoulders

"How about tomorrow? I'm free. They have some pretty good movies out." I
stated, as if it was a brilliant idea.

"I'll take Natalie you take Kelly?" He asked, playfully giving me a nudge
and a wink.

"Nah, Kelly is a little too much." I grimaced just thinking about her.

"Alright, just us guys then" He stated as we walked into the building.

I honestly did not want to go out that night. I was feeling pretty stressed
and tired from school.  Kelly was a girl that I had been talking to for a
while now, but I felt like she was getting too over possessive of me, even
though we weren't even together. Nick is a really good friend; I guess you
could say my best friend. We had only known each other since Freshman year
of High School, but we became quite close. He had light brown, with green
eyes. Slightly more muscular than I was, he was more of a football and
boxing person, meanwhile I was more into soccer and baseball.

A shiver went up my spine as I entered the air conditioned building. I was
drenched in sweat. My tee shirt stuck to my skin, clearly outlining my
toned torso. We walked into the locker room where the guys were already
creating hell. Everyone was over excited, and rightfully so. School was to
let out in a couple of day. It was Tuesday, and Friday was our last
day. Finals were in full swing, so everyone was on edge. I walked over to
my locker, which was adjacent to Nicks.

I said my "hi"s and "bye"s to some guys as I made my way through the locker
room.

"Going anywhere for the summer?" Nick asked as I opened my locker.

"I don't know, haven't asked. You?"

"Eh, I might have to go with my family all the way to Michigan. They might
send my dad on a business trip up there for a couple of days, and of course
he wants us to go. It's his idea of a family vacation." He explained.

We continued to talk about random things while we undressed. I grabbed my
change of clothes. I pulled my drenched shirt over my head, tossed it into
a ball and into my duffle bag. Next came the shoes and my shorts. Nick and
I stood there, sweaty, in our underwear. We pulled them down, revealing our
adolescent dicks. He may have been physically bulkier than me, but I was
surely larger than him down there. We continued talking as we grabbed our
towels, wrapped them around our waist, and headed to the showers.

There were 20 individual shower heads, 10 on one side, 10 on the
other. Nick and I picked a coupled that were next to each other. The
showers were each separated by a short brick wall, about waist length. Guys
were coming and going out of the showers, we each only spent about less
than a minute under the shower. We just used it to clean off the sweat.

I fidgeted with my shower nozzle for a couple of seconds. One usually has
to get it at just the right position to get any hot water. We took off out
towels, placed them on the hooks of our walls, and walked into the stream
of water. The water beating down on my sore muscles was so relaxing. I
turned around to have it run down my back.

We didn't really talk while we showered. There were also never any lower
classmen in the showers, probably because they were intimidated of the big,
scary, hung upperclassmen. Nick and I each thoroughly scrubbed our heads
and rubbed our pits, making sure to get water into anywhere sweat still
lingered.

When we finished showering off, we grabbed our towels from the hooks,
wrapped them around our waists, and went right back to our lockers. We
simultaneously pulled on fresh pairs of underwear and adjusted our
bulges. We changed into the remainder of our clothes and slathered some
deodorant under our arms, and off we went. We were pretty comfortable
around each other, I felt like he was almost my brother. We slammed our
lockers shut as we pulled out our duffel bags and backpacks. I had put on a
faded tee with a pair of shorts, what I usually put on for relaxing. We
made our way out of the building with our backpacks on our backs and our
duffel bags to our sides, trying to dry our hair with our towels.

It was dark and humid outside. Nights were getting progressively hotter as
summer crept closer. We searched for our car keys in our bags as we crossed
the field and made it into the parking lot. I pressed the lock button on my
car keys to hear for my car's honk as Nick and I finalized the plans for
tomorrow.

"Later man, text me" He said as he walked off towards his car, and me to
mine.

I tossed my backpack and my duffle bag in the backseat and started it up. I
drove a black sedan. It was a birthday gift from my dad, but he wouldn't
let me drive it until I had my license, so from almost two months I had my
car just sitting in the driveway until I finally passed my driving test. I
turned on my air conditioning to a comfortable setting as I pulled out my
school's parking lot, and into the main road.

I parked next to my dad's black SUV as I pulled up to our driveway. The
streetlight dimly lit the street. Trees were plentiful; making it hard to
see the houses after the sun had set.  We had a garage, but it was littered
with too many miscellanies boxes for us to park anything in there. I walked
up to the front door as I locked my car. The door was unlocked, as it
usually is when my dad comes home first. It was a pretty bad habit of
his. I walked into the brightly lit foyer. The short hall extended out in
front of me, the staircase was to my right, and the garage entrance to my
left. I could hear the television in the kitchen. I walked down the hall
and to the right to see my find my dad sitting on the kitchen table,
eating. We had a small television at the corner of where the fridge and the
counter met. My dad had it set on to the evening news.

"Hey, look who's home" He said sarcastically as soon as he saw me.

"Sorry, I was running a little late." I explained

"I got us some burgers" He said with a mouthful of fries.

I set down my backpack and duffle bag to the side of the kitchen's island.

"How was school today?" He asked me as I dug through the greasy bag to get
my burger

"Tests, tests, and more tests" I responded as I unwrapped my burger and
took a bite.

We sat there, conversing about school, work, news, and everything in
between. Ever since what had happened, happened, nothing had really
changed. I didn't know if he wanted to act like it never happened, or if he
was ok with it. I would have asked, but I would have rather things staying
as they were instead of bringing it up and making it awkward.

After I finished eating, I took my belongings and headed up to my room
while my dad cleaned up the kitchen. My room door was the one furthest away
from the stairs on the upper level. It was medium sized, with matching
furniture, a bathroom to the side, and a closet next to the bathroom. The
falls were a faded blue. They were much more vivid in color when I was a
child. I had been wanting to redo the color in my room, but I figured I
could live with it for another year until I left for college. I dropped my
bags on the feet of my bed and let myself fall on my desk chair. I checked
my phone, returning more texts, reading any emails, and checking
Facebook. Since the school year was nearly over, I didn't have homework to
keep me preoccupied, and I was all studied out. For the first time in
months, I didn't know what to do with myself. I was usually busy having to
do something, but now it seemed like I had time in abundance. I thought to
myself that maybe I should have gone out. I was thinking about texting Nick
and asking him if he wanted to go catch a movie, or maybe see if there was
some house party going on. Before I could, I heard a knock on my door.

"Yeah?" I called out.

"Hey, you want to go somewhere?" My dad asked

"Where?" I asked, puzzled

"Anywhere" He told me.

I didn't have anything to do. I honestly did want to spend some more time
with my dad. I wanted to get confirmation to see if we were alright with
each other or not.

"OK" I smiled at him

He immediately walked downstairs, signaling me to follow him. We went into
the kitchen, grabbed his phone, wallet, and keys and we were out the door
before I knew it. He turned off the lights behind us and locked the front
door.

"So, where are we going? I asked as we walked towards his truck

"mmm... I got to go pick up some stuff." He had to think before he told me.

As we pulled out of the driveway, my mind raced as to where we could
possibly be going. I did enjoy a good surprise. Deep down I didn't really
didn't care where we were going all that much. I was just happy to be out
of the house, and confirm that my dad and I were in good standing. As my
dad took a route I had never taken before, I had no idea where he was
taking me. Some time passed on the road until my father finally seemed to
come to a pause, and turn into the parking lot of a drug store.


"I'm going to need you to stay here for a couple of minutes, ok?"

"Five minutes, tops." he exclaimed as he saw my expression of utter
confusion and frustration.

"Why?" I asked defiantly as I undid my seatbelt.

"You ask way too many questions dude, just roll with it."

"Fine, hurry." I sighed as I sat back and pulled out my phone "Why the hell
did he drag me here if I'm just going to be sitting in the car?" I asked
myself as he slid out of the truck and closed the door behind me as he
quickly walked away.

The parking lot was adjacent to a street filled with little stores. Side by
side, there were miscellaneous shops. A coffee shop, a bar, an art studio,
a clothing store, a bookstore, a small hardware store, and plenty of other
random establishments. The area looked really nice; too bad I didn't know
much about this part of town. More than half of the stores were already
closed for the night. It was getting kind of late and only the restaurants
were the ones that remained open. The street was quiet, but the occasional
car or the distant laughter of a group of people from one of the
restaurants would break the silence of the night. I sat in the car,
cranking up the air conditioning a little. I sat there in my silence as I
checked my social media and returned texts. My impatient, adolescent mind
perceived these moments of seconds as hours. I fussed, fidgeted around in
my seat, and played around with the radio as I waited for my dad to come
back.

"What the hell is taking so long?" I asked myself.

I had half a mind to hop out of the car and go in. I periodically looked at
the time as each minute passed. Five minutes turned into seven, then ten. I
sighed, as I reclined my seat. I could see the trees that lined the street
rustle through the wind. The fluorescent lighting of the drug store's logo
gave the parking light a slight red hue. The parking lot was empty for the
most past. Just a couple of cars here and there. In the time span I was
waiting in the car, only two people had walked past. I was starting to doze
off, but the the noise of footsteps made me jolt in an upright position. I
looked around to see my dad approaching the car.

"You said five minutes" I stated as my dad opened the driver's side
door. It had been twelve.

"Sorry, they just have so many options" He said, opening the driver's side
door and throwing some plastic bags at me.

"What is all this?" I grabbed the bags before they fell.

"Just some treats for us" He said as he pulled out the parking space and
drove onto the road.

I opened the bags to examine what was inside. There were multiple candy
bars, a bag of beef jerky, some chips, and ice cream. At the bottom of the
bag of chocolate and candy was a small bottle of something that I did not
recognize at first. I had to hold up the bottle to the window so that the
dim lit streets could illuminate it just enough for me to see. It was
lubricant.

"What's this for?" I asked my dad.

"For cooking. What the hell does it look like it's for?" He answered
sarcastically. "I was thinking just you and I can have a guy's night
in. Just us, relaxing, eating junk, watch a movie, maybe playing some
games. What do you say?" He explained.

"Sounds like a night" I smiled.

I had been anxious to spend some more time with my dad. I didn't want
things to be awkward between us, so this was exactly what I needed.

"Why did you make me wait in the car?" I questioned.

"You're obviously my son. We can't both go in there trying to buy lube. It
would strike a little weird, no?"

He was right. I would be pretty embarrassed to buy lube with my dad and
have the clerk stare at us or something.

*****

My dad placed a large bowl of popcorn in between us as he sat on the couch
and the movie began to play.

The first part of the night was spent with us talking and making small
comments over the movie. Of course, it was an action movie. We couldn't
have guy's night with a drama. We bonded as we indulged in popcorn,
chocolate, and beef jerky. We flicked some popcorn at each other and argued
on whether the main actress was hot or not. We were genuinely having a
great time. We already had a great relationship, but I felt like we were
really strengthening our bond. It came to a point when we stopped paying
much attention to the movie.

"Let's put on a different kind of movie" my dad blurted out as he turned
off the tv.

"What kind of movie?" I laughed

"My kind of movie!" He exclaimed as he reached over to the coffee table to
get his laptop.

"Grab the lube dude" He asked, pointing towards the kitchen I jumped out of
the sofa and hurried to the kitchen. I grabbed the bag that was sitting on
the countertop, which had Snickers and Reese's (My dad's favorite
candies). I grabbed the lube and made my way back to the living room.

"What are you in the mood for?" He asked as I walked back into the room.

"Anything good" I answered.

"Well, it's all good man. C'mon" He said as he signaled for me to sit next
to him. "What catches your eye?" he asked as he slowly scrolled through a
page with a variety of videos.

"That one" I pointed to a video featuring a girl that stood out.

As we watched the video we quickly realized there nothing arousing
enough. We continued to scroll through videos, watching the ones we liked
for a while, and nixing the ones we didn't. It was great that we both felt
comfortable enough with each other to look at porn without any
awkwardness. We spent the better part of half an hour browsing through
videos of girls being plowed by huge dicks. We sat with our arms brushing
against each other and our cocks hard in our shorts. I could feel my cock
get uncomfortable as it grew larger and larger and was constricted by my
boxer briefs. I grabbed my bulge over my shorts and adjusted it to the side
of my leg.

"Are you hard?" my dad asked as he turned his attention off the porn

"Yeah. You?"

"Of course." He answered. "Shorts off, dude" he nudged me with his leg.

We stood to pull down our shorts. Our cocks were full grown under the
fabric of our underwear. We both pulled down the elastic waistband of our
underwear to reveal our cocks. We were both rock hard and in need to bust a
nut.

"How do you compare to your old man?" My dad joked.

I stood right in front of him with my cock pointing right at him. I wanted
to show him I was up for anything. He tugged on his cock and stood to face
me. We slowly got closer to have our cocks side by side. He grabbed both of
our cocks by his hand and squished them a little closer together. I was a
little taken aback by this, but shrugged it off. I wasn't as big as he was,
but I was getting there, and still had plenty of time to grow. Nonetheless,
I still had more than the average man. I looked up at my dad as he looked
down at our cocks. He gave a nod of approval.

"That's my boy" he smiled as he patted me on my shoulder.

We sat back down on the couch to tend to our cocks.

"Lube?" I asked.

"You read my mind"

He grabbed the lube from the coffee table, peeled off the seal, and we were
good to go. He poured some on his hand and grabbed his dick from base to
tip before tossing the bottle to me. I followed his lead. I applied a
generous amount of lube on my cock. I twisted my hand around, making sure
to leave no part of my cock not covered in the slippery substance. Being
uncut, we didn't need lubricant to jack off, but the lube made it feel so
good. My hand slid down my shaft with so much ease. My dad sat back down
next to me. He put his arm over my back, gripping my shoulder. I looked
over as he thrusted his hand up and down. We both carefully played with the
heads of our penis. I rubbed my hand on my fuzzy tummy took in the
pleasure. I stopped myself so that I could last a little longer. My cock
was up right, pink, and throbbing.

I looked over at my dad, who was pounding away at his manhood. I could feel
my dad's strong embrace on my shoulder. He moved his hand down to my chest,
laying his hand on my muscular pec. After some time, I could feel my dad
start to squirm around next to me, which meant he was close to cumming. He
stroked faster and started to squeeze my pec even harder. He breathed even
more heavily and grunted. He was extremely close to feeling the amazing
sensation of an orgasm, that feeling that no drug in the world could
mimic. His body clenched, and he started to spasm as he cummed. The sperm
shot out of his dick, pointing right at his chest. He drenched his shirt
with cum, from his chest to his stomach. He leaned his head back and sighed
in relaxation as he squeezed out the last drop of cum from his cock.

I broke a sweat as I tugged on my cock. I could feel my heart pounce and a
warm feeling at the pit of my stomach. My body started to clench up as I
braced myself for the pleasure that would soon fill me. I could feel my
cock start to spasm. I squirted, and the pleasure from my crotch spread
throughout my body. My cock shot my adolescent cum over my muscular stomach
as my body stiffened. I grimaced as my balls were drained of my seed.

"That was great!" I said, catching my breath.

"Sure was" My dad said as he slid off his shirt and wiped his hands and
cock with it, then tossing to the side.

I did the same. I noticed my shirt had sweat stains on the pits. I always
got sweaty when jacking off.

*****

The rest of the night was spent playing games on the PlayStation. We sat
there, naked, with our cocks out pressing away at the controllers. Junk
food wrappers, popcorn, and cum stained shirts littered the floor. We
stayed up till about four in the morning, just being guys. A father and his
son having a great night, without a care in the world.

to be continued in part 3