Date: Sun, 5 Sep 2010 18:26:33 -0700
From: DJ <barebuttup@gmail.com>
Subject: Father and Son Byrne Ch 7

Ciaran felt the morning before he saw it. Before he opened his eyes, he
breathed in the sunlight that landed on his face as it peeked in through
the curtains. He smelled his father's scent, felt Brian's breath on his
cheek. C smiled, stretched, and whispered "Good morning, dad." He opened
his green eyes and saw Brian propped on his arm watching him. Brian's head
was nested against his fist on his cheek. C noted the flext of the muscles
in Brian's forearm and felt the first twinge of heat in his loins. Brian
gave him a lazy smile, stretched and put his thick leg over his son's hip.

Faces nearly touching, Ciaran said, "I could feel you watching me,
dad. Tell me how you are this morning."

Brian ruffled Ciaran's sandy hair and said, "I am very nearly fabulous,
Ciaran, thank you. And you?"

"Nearly?" Ciaran croaked. "Just NEARLY? Well, that is completely
unacceptable. I think perhaps my hot daddy needs more kink in his life this
morning first thing. I want you feeling unqualifiedly fabulous, no 'nearly'
allowed. A shower will help you."

"Oh, yea. Definitely up for more. A shower would be good. Was that a
suggestion or a command, dear son?" Brian reached his hand down to fondle
his son's quarter-sized areola and tweaked his light colored now-erect
nipples.

"OOOOH fuck! So good." Ciaran squirmed for a minute and then grabbed his
dad's arm. "Shower, dad. Now."

Brian's right eyebrow. "As you wish, son."

Brian rolled out of bed flexing his shoulders and cracking his neck as he
strolled to the head. The bathroom had a great walk-in shower. Ciaran, at
the door, said, "Don't turn on the water, dad. Kneel for me."

Brian knelt on the tile, feeling the squares on his knees. Ciaran leaned
against the door and fondled his meat. "I like how you look there, dad, on
your knees, waiting for me. You like watching me stroking myself here? Are
you wondering what I have in mind for you? I can feel the blood rushing to
my dick, daddy, just thinking about what next I'm going to do to you."

Ciaran grabbed his balls and pulled them, still fisting his cock. Brian
moaned. Ciaran began to tweak his nips.

"Fuck, I love my nips tweaked. You do, too, doncha, horndog daddy? I bet
you long for nipple torture, doncha?"

Ciaran sauntered to his dad. Brian leaned in to Ciaran's cock. Ciaran
stepped back. "Not so fast, father of mine!" He grabbed a handful of
Brian's curls and held his head back. I haven't given you an instruction.

With a broad smile, Ciaran held his stiff dick and patiently willed himself
to piss through his hardon. He pissed in his father's face. Brian's eyes
flew wide open as the hot liquid hit his face, chest, hair, then he closed
them, shook his head and opened his mouth.

"Oh, yea, daddy, how's that? All nice and warm?" He continued letting go
his very full bladder all over Brian. "Fuck, look at that nice piss on your
chest hair, dad. So hot!"

Brian opened his mouth and took the hot shower. "Mmm, look! Daddy's cock is
all stiff. I knew you'd be a pee slut." The stream slowly lessened and
Ciaran brought his cock back to his father's mouth. "Clean me up, slutboy."

Brian sucked the last drips of pee from Ciaran's manmeat, then began
milking C's dick with long deep sucks.

Ciaran stepped away. "Thank you, daddy. Join me."

He held his hand out and Brian rose. "Fuck, that was so good, son. I loved
it. Thank you."

Ciaran leaned in smelling his father. "Mmm, you smell - familiar."

He punched the water on and the rainforest nozzle let out a soft
stream. Ciaran turned Brian around to look at his father's ass and
backside. No broken skin, some nice bruising. "Damn, dad, you're wearing my
marks everywhere today. That's awesome."

Brian felt the welts where they'd risen on his ass. His dick jumped again,
now rock hard. He grabbed soap and began washing himself quickly, then
helped Ciaran scrub himself. "What's the hurry, dad?"

"Have you noticed this hardon, son? I really need to fuck you this
morning. I'm hoping that you might be able to accommodate your father's
prick in that tight bubble butt of yours?"

Ciaran knelt and took Brian's cock in his hands. "Oh, yea, I'm noticing it,
alright. Look at that huge thick round head. Fuck, daddy, I'm so glad my
cock is shaped like yours.

"Yea," Ciaran continued, "you can fuck me, daddy, on one condition. " Brian
punched off the water. Ciaran stood and grabbed a couple of towels. Brian
stepped to look at his ass in the mirror, issuing another "mmm," and waited
for his son to explain.

"Before you fuck me, daddy, I really need to feel your tongue up my butt. I
really love that. It's been DAYS since you rimmed me!"

Brian had awakened an hour before his son with soreness in his ass, and all
over his body where his son had bitten and pinched him. His entire body
told him how well he'd been used. Consequently, he felt as though his
entire body was a receptacle for sensation, and thus, his entire body one
solid mass of NEED and desire.

His brain kept telling him that there were really important issues to
tackle nearly immediately, largely in the beautiful mother of his child,
Aisling. His wife. The woman with whom he'd lived and loved for the past
twenty-one years. He had to figure out how to tell her that he had fallen
in love with their son and needed a divorce, and oh, by the way, Ciaran and
he were planning for C to NOT go to school for a year, and they'd be moving
- somewhere. The trip to Zakynthos loomed. Ciaran's eighteenth birthday and
Aisling. He had a LOT he SHOULD do, plan, think about, and talk about with
Ciaran. But, what he continued TO do was experience - as much as he could -
with his son, with his lover, with - the young man to whom he wanted to
submit.

Since Ciaran was doing a quick shave, Brian joined him. "My god, son you're
RIGHT! How could I have possibly made you go for days since last I stuck my
nose and tongue right up that sexy musky ass? Seriously, how'd I manage
that?"

"Ciaran, my head is spinning. We have a lot to talk about. A lot to plan. I
woke up feeling so in love with you, son. Even more than before,
honey. After our morning, I mean, when we're finished indulging here, I do
have something on my mind." The Mach III flew over Brian's face. Ciaran
leaned now on the double sink against the wall enjoying the view.

"I know we've got stuff to talk about and plan, daddy. We've got to figure
out what to say to mom. I know it's going to be okay, daddy. I know because
whatever happens, you and I will still be who we are with one another. Mom
has always gone her own way. The fact that you and I have this new amazing
piece between us will not change the reality that mom is the moon and we're
the planet. Even in the times when she was closest to us, she was still
just orbiting around us. It's really always only been you and me."

Brian stopped dead, razor on his face, as Ciaran spoke. He put down the
razor, mechanically picked up a towel to wipe shaving cream off his face,
and said, "You know, son, you're absolutely right. That IS the reality,
isn't it? My brain has made things a lot muddier than that these past
couple of months. Because we haven't told her yet. I do not look forward to
doing so, but we have to get things clean with your mom. And, I imagine
this will mean a divorce. You know that, right?"

Ciaran stood and hugged his father. "Daddy, everything is going to be
fine. Right now, in this moment," he pulled Brian in for a deep, slow kiss,
"we are two very lucky men. And, even though we have some tricky waters
through which to swim soon, we are BOTH great swimmers. And, c'mon, pops,
so's mom. We'll all be fine."

Brian held his son hard, breathing in his scent, feeling his unquenchable
hunger mounting. "I need to fuck you now, baby," Brian whispered. "Get on
the bench on your knees, son."

Ciaran smiled softly at his dad and assumed the same position that Brian
did just twelve hours before.

Brian ran his hands all over Ciaran's back, kneading his shoulders, under
his traps, digging in with his thumbs, feeling the deep muscles that made
his son a winner in the pool. The tight waist flared to Ciaran's glutes,
where Brian massaged, reveling in the glorious shape of the boy's derriere.
He rubbed his chest all over his son's back and butt before slowly sliding
his mouth down, licking all over C's butt cheeks, down to tease his balls
between his legs. Ciaran wheedled and cajoled Brian, yet Brian took his
time, teasing, enjoying the taste, the texture of Ciaran's smooth skin, the
musk, even fresh out of the shower, essence of Ciaran.

He spread Ciaran's ass cheeks with each hand and lapped C's pink pucker,
barely making contact, which increased his son's wheedling and
whining. Paying no attention, Brian was off in his own land, coming closer
and closer to Nirvana. Using his tongue as his primary tool, he pointed the
tip and began penetrating. Penetrate, withdraw, lick with a flat surface,
putting as much pressure on the anus as possible. Over and over, each time
penetrating further, each time, eliciting a louder moan from his son.

Brian slid his hand underneath Ciaran to fondle his son's prick and found
it as stiff as he'd ever felt it. He cupped Brian's full sacs and said,
huskily, "Son, save this for me. When I'm finished, please..."

"Sure, daddy, whatever you need. Just...please....now....FUCK
ME...please..."

Brian continued to lick and fondle, edging his son, bringing him so close
and then - slowing down. Letting go Ciaran's dick, Brian began biting
Ciaran's glutes, not too hard, but hard enough to keep C alert and
heated. Lick, penetrate, bite. "GODDAMNIT DAD! FUCK ME!" Ciaran hissed.

Brian said, "I'm nearly ready, Ciaran, but first, I'm curious...." He began
spanking his son hard and fast with his open hand, on both cheeks.

He didn't stop and soon Ciaran was moaning, "yesyesyesyesyes so good daddy,
yes, yes...." When Brian's hand was numb and his cock could wait no longer,
he managed to open the lube without too much fumbling.

"Here you go, baby. Daddy's coming for you."

Brian nearly passed out as he carefully slid his nine-inch weapon inside
his son's gloriously tight hole. Ciaran pushed so HARD back against his
father that Brian grabbed the post of the bed to keep upright. "Woof!" he
grunted. His balls buried against his son, Brian felt Ciaran squeezing
against him. "Jesus f-ing keerist, son!"

"Oooh, daddy, pound my ass!" Ciaran yelled at Brian.

Brian held Ciaran's hips so hard his son would be bruised the next day. He
drove himself into the willing ass impaled on his thick rod. Pulling nearly
out, then slamming back in, Brian created a rhythm. Deep-dicking his son,
Brian felt himself nearing an edge so he leaned down and teased Ciaran's
dick, slowing, making shallow thrusts, rubbing C's prostate.

"Dad, no! I'll cum. If you don't want me to cum, don't..."

Brian stopped moving inside his son. "Yes, son?"

"DAD!"

Brian laughed and said, "How 'bout you turn over, baby? I need to watch
your face.

"Daddy, this feels so good. I never want it to end!"

"It won't, son. Not so long as we're both breathin'! Now turn that fuckin'
hot ass over so I can shoot my daddy load inside you so then you can finish
in me!"

Brian stepped back slowly, as Ciaran moaned and turned over. "OUCH! Geez,
you spanked me HARD. My butt is SORE!" Ciaran whined as his father chuckled
and leaned in against his son's legs and buried himself as deep in his ass
as possible.

"Quit complaining and take my cock, little boy!" Brian plowed into Ciaran
and C saw his father's more aggressive side coming forth.

"Oooh, daddy, I need to shoot! You're fucking me too good!" Brian didn't
stop. He plowed harder into Ciaran, smacking his balls against C's ass,
faster and faster.

"Here it is, son! Here it comes!" Brian's rhythm became a jerky spastic
wild dance as he shot his load inside his son. He pulled out, yelled, "Open
your mouth!" and finished shooting in Ciaran's face.

Brian moved up and sat on Ciaran, felt behind himself for his prize, and
pushed it into his ass. This time, he didn't take the cock in just one
movement, he played it into himself in a couple of moves with Ciaran
clenching his jaw, trying to hold off his orgasm.

Brian sat fully down, relishing the fullness of his son's nine inch tool in
his tight ass. Ciaran moved his hands to Brian's waist and helped him move
up and down on the rigid pole. "Yes, daddy, that's it, RIDE ME, fuck my
cock! Gonna shoot, daddy, gonna do it!"

Brian focused on slamming himself up and down as fast and hard as
possible. "C'mon, baby, shoot it in me, give me that hot gift, son, c'mon
son....do it!"

"Oh god, fuck yea, oh shit dad!!!"

Brian rose off as his son began to cum and fisted Ciaran's squirting rod,
clamping his mouth over it to take the last mouthful of salty
manjuice. Keeping it in his mouth, he waited until Ciaran's aftershocks
subsided then stretched out on top of Ciaran and kissed him, sharing the
gift.

The passing of cum between them elicited groans from each man. Hands came
to heads and each grinned as the other reflected an identical move. "So
good," Brian whispered.

"Hell, yea," the response.

Brian curled himself around his son. "Hey, kid, I have to tell you that the
minutes just after making love have always been amazing to me. With you,
though, it's even wilder. My body is in a dream-state and my heart, my
mind, are in some sort of blissed out wonderland, but with you, with my
son, my dad-self also has this protective thing. My instinct is to wrap
myself around you and make sure that nothing and nobody can harm you. I've
never had this particular combination of feelings, and I have to say they
are otherworldly amazing. Ciaran, this thing that grows between us? I feel
as though I am the most fortunate human alive, son. And, fuck, baby, just
for the record, you are one helluva lover."

Ciaran listened to his dad, felt tears in his eyes and drew in a deep
breath. "Dad, first, thanks for spanking me. That was pretty freakin'
awesome. I'm glad you did that. I don't know that I want a steady diet of
receiving, but it was a cool place to visit.

Mom always says that Scotsmen just wear our emotions on our sleeves. I
think it's more than that. I think you're just fearless and I'm so glad you
aren't afraid to show your insides. I love all those pieces, too. The wild
dreamy thing AND then feeling you come 'round and protect me. Daddy, I love
topping you, and I can feel something in that dynamic that is powerful for
us both. Still, I'm a teenager in love for the first time, and it's the
coolest thing that it's you, dad. I mean, I'm glad that you are still first
my dad."

"Yea, kid, it's pretty fucking incredible, ain't it?" Brian moved to kiss
his son, wiping away the traces of Ciaran's tears, and from Ciaran's belly
came a loud growl. Both men laughed. "Ah, I see that we are being summoned
by the hollow leg of Ciaran Byrne. I hear and obey! Damn, you are hot,
son. Let's go get some breakfast. And then, I'll talk with you about your
birthday surprise."

Brian jumped up and grabbed his jeans from the overnight bag, tossed Ciaran
his. They got dressed, hit the head, and as they were leaving the room,
just before they walked into the hallway, Brian whispered into C's ear,
"Uh, son? Y'know that piss thing?"

Ciaran grinned hugely. "Yes, daddy?"

Brian tossed the overnight bag over his shoulder and headed down the
hall. Looking over his shoulder, he said, "THAT was HOT."

Ciaran walked behind his father and wolf whistled. "Nice ass, man." Then,
he said, "Hey!"

Brian exaggeratedly rolled his eyes and turned around again with "What??"

"You said this morning when I woke up that you were 'nearly fabulous.' Are
you all the way fabulous now? Cuz from my view, you are certainly all the
way fabulous."

Brian started walking again, down the stairs into the lobby. Nearly at the
restaurant off the lobby, he stopped and waited for Ciaran to join him. He
threw his arm around his son's neck and said softly, "Oh yea, son....I'm
most definitely now all the way fabulous."