Date: Thu, 24 Dec 2015 06:43:20 +0000 (UTC)
From: jhtravus@yahoo.com
Subject: Getting My Moody Son to Lighten Up Chapter 13

				Chapter 13


I walked through the sliding glass doors of the airport exit with my
suitcase and immediately had to stick my hands in my pockets, not
anticipating how cold my hometown gets this early in the year. It was
strange not calling my dad the second I had landed but I had to keep
reminding myself it would all be worth it to see the look of surprise on
Dad's face when he found out I had gotten Christmas off this year.

"Hey slugger." I hear from a black SUV pulling up to the curb.

	"Hey Luke." I smile, walking up to the car and throwing my suitcase
in the back and getting in the front seat, glad to be out of the cold.

	"So far so good." He winked at me as he pulled the car out from the
curb and headed for the road.

	"He really has no idea?" I grin, pointing the AC unit at me and
turning it to heat.

	"He thinks I had to head back to the office and grab my laptop."
Luke laughs. "You know you didn't have this scruff last time we saw
you. You know your dad's going to go wild for that." He said, pinching my
facial hair and patting my back.

	"Yeah, Dad certainly has a type, doesn't he?" I reply, looking at
Luke's handsome, bearded jawline.

	"So did you have to make a deal with the devil to get Christmas
off? I figure most first year residents have to be on call 24/7."

	"I got lucky, I guess. Besides, I was on call for Thanksgiving so I
put in my dues."

	"Your dad is going to be so psyched." Luke smiled. "He puts on a
brave face during the holidays and you know that if it came down to it my
family would choose your dad over me but he really misses you, Jeff."

	"Yeah, I know he does. I miss him too. Hopefully once I finish my
program I can move back home." I reply, looking at all the Christmas lights
and decorations adorning my hometown.

	"Can you imagine how proud your dad is going to be when he gets to
introduce his son as Dr. Wilson?" Luke says, beaming. "We're both so proud
of you, Jeff."

	"Ah, it's not that big of a deal, Luke." I say, blushing. "Besides,
he's already got a doctor he can brag about."

	"I've got a PhD in sociology, Jeff. Not exactly the same thing." He
laughs.

	I shake my head and recline my seat as Dr. Luke Connors drives us
home. My stepfather. That's right. Mike Wilson found his happy ending. And
as for myself, I'm a lot older and wiser than the teenage punk who found
himself in and out of the principle's office so long ago. I've recently
completed my first year of residency at St. Francis Hospital and my dad
couldn't be more proud. He and Luke have been married a few years now. And
I couldn't be happier for them. Luke is a good man. A great man, even. He
makes my dad so happy. For the first few years after I left for college I
worried about my dad. But Luke came into the picture and gave my dad all he
needed. And I am so grateful to him for doing that.

	The way my dad explained it to me he slowly had to let Luke in on
the kind of relationship he and I have. Apparently my dad didn't feel right
marrying Luke until he knew everything. The way my dad describes it he says
Luke handled it very well. He and my dad are a monogamous couple but Luke
understands the way my dad and I connect to one another and he sees that I
make him happy. So every once in a while when I come to visit Luke lets the
two of us "catch up" with each other like only my dad and I could. In fact
it was Luke who had called me last week to ask what my schedule looked like
on the off chance he was able to buy me a ticket home and surprise my dad
for Christmas. Like I said, Luke is a great man. Not every man would be so
willing to share his husband, much less arrange it. But Luke understands
the kind of relationship my dad and I have.

	We pull into the garage of the house my dad and Luke now share
together. Considering all I have of my own is a small studio apartment two
blocks away from the hospital I call this my home, too.

I get out of the car and give my stepfather a proper hug. "Man, Jeff, you
really are a man now. You look so much like you father." He tells me.

"Thanks Luke. I take that as a real compliment." I smile.

"And you should. I really lucked out." He laughed, grabbing my suitcase and
heading up to the door.

Luke was being modest. He was an incredibly handsome, charismatic college
professor who no doubt made a lot of his students swoon, girls and guys
alike. He and my dad liked to keep active, swimming almost every day before
work to keep in shape. I'm sure they turn quite a few heads in their daily
life.

He unlocked the door and held it open for me, bringing a finger to his lips
telling me to keep quiet.

"In the kitchen!" I heard my dad call out to his husband, hearing the door
open. "Was your laptop where you thought it was?"

"Yeah, I got it." Luke called back. "I brought home something extra
though. I think you'll like it."

We rounded the corner, almost to the kitchen.

"Don't tell me you stopped at that new donut place, Luke. Honestly, I-"

"Merry Christmas Dad." I grin, stepping into the kitchen and holding my
arms out.

	He stares at me blankly, his mouth agape.

	"Now that's the face I was hoping to see." Luke smiles.

	"I- I don't-" My dad stuttered, shocked to see me.

	"Happy to see me, Dad?" I laughed, blushing.

	"But you- you're supposed to- you said- because even Thanksgiving
you couldn't-" He stammered, still in shock.

	"He's got the whole week off. His plane leaves next Sunday." Luke
tells my father, setting my suitcase down in front of the kitchen table.

	I walk up to my dad and hug him, trying not to get too emotional,
but it's clear I'm happy to see him.

	"I had no idea. . ." My dad sighs, holding me close to him. "You
two were in cahoots!"

	"Yeah, we sure pulled a fast one on you, didn't we?" Luke
laughs. "Now go on. I know you two want to do more than hug each
other. We've been through this whole thing before."

	I look at Luke, my face asking if he was sure and he nods. I look
into my dad's eyes and kiss him.

	"Boy did I luck out having you two in my life." Dad smiles.

	 Luke walks over to the two of us and pats us on the back. "I'll be
in the guestroom tonight and I'll be out like a light. You two have fun."
He says suggestively, leaning up to his husband and kissing him on the lips
and kissing me on the forehead warmly.

	"You sure, Luke?" I ask him. It gets a little easier each time we
do this but I still feel like I need to ask.

	Luke nods and smiles at me, happy he could give this gift to the
two of us.

	"I should have known something was up when you wouldn't fuck me
this afternoon." My dad laughs, smacking my stepfather on the shoulder
playfully.

	"I figure I can collect on that some other time." He turns to
me. "Now go give my man what he wants, slugger." He winks at me before
heading upstairs.

	My dad watches his husband head upstairs and I can see the love he
has in his eyes for him before he looks back at me. There's an equal, but
different love in his eyes for me.

	"I know you had a late flight, son." He says checking his watch and
pulling me close to him. "But what do you say we make up for lost time?" He
grins, kissing me gently.

	"Lead the way, Dad." I smile.

	I follow my father upstairs and we head to his room. The smile on
my dad's face is unmistakable. He's totally surprised and happy to have his
boy home for Christmas.

	He opens the door of his bedroom and we laugh. My stepfather had
made up the bed and placed a tube of lube on the pillow.

	"You do know you have the best stepfather in the entire world,
don't you, son?" My dad laughs.

	"Yeah, he's pretty swell." I reply. "I hope you'll make it up to
him sooner rather than later."

	"Oh, Dr. Connors is going to be getting laid big time, don't you
worry about that." My dad laughs, looking me over. "I can't get over how
much of a man you've grown into, Jeff."

	"Yeah? You really think so?" I blush.

	"Boy, if you didn't drive me wild then. . ." He begins, kissing me;
completely unable to contain his lust for me any longer.

	"Yeah? Do I still drive you wild, Dad?" I say, loving the affect I
still have on my old man.

	"Like you wouldn't believe, son." He says, unbuttoning his
shirt. "God, I need you in me."

	I quickly help him finish unbuttoning his shirt and lay him down on
his bed, making out with him as I start to remove my own clothes.

	I pull my shirt over my head and play with his pecs as he unbuckles
my pants and pulls them down. My cock is already hard, and I know there's
no time for foreplay.

	I hand my dad the lube as I pull his underwear down, finally
freeing his equally charged prick. He lubes up his hole and pulls me down
to kiss me tenderly.

	I look at him intensely and he nods his head. I line my cock up
with his hole and push it in. There's no resistance at all. Leave it to my
dad to find his soul mate just so happens to have a huge cock as
well. Yeah, my stepfather and my dad must still fuck like newlyweds if he
was this used to someone my size. Like I said, my dad certainly has a type.

	"MMMMhhmmmmm" My dad groans rubbing my back as he opens up and lets
me in. "Goddamn, that's good, son." He lays his head back in pure pleasure
as the man he created works his cock into him. When I finally am all the
way in him I can feel his balls resting against mine. I swear his leaking
prick throbs with my own heart beat, a father and son not able to become
more connected to each other than we are at this very moment.


	He looks into my eyes with such satisfaction and pulls me down to
him and kisses me lovingly. "I love you so much, son." He moans.

	"I love you too, Dad." I tell him, thrusting in and out of him.

	"This is where you belong." He says with such pleasure as he gets
fucked. "Right here. Dicking your old man."

	Again, he pulls me down to kiss him, gently thrusting his tongue in
my mouth while he lets me claim his ass. His grip on my shoulders gets
stronger and his kissing becomes more intense and I know I have him right
on the edge. Without breaking away from his tongue for even a second, I
feel his prick surge against my abs and I fuck the cum out of my father
like I know he is aching for me to do.

	He's moaning into me now, completely powerless to stop the cum from
shooting out of his untouched cock. He slows his lapping at my lips as if
his mind couldn't possibly focus on everything at once. I break away from
his embrace and he looks up at me with such appreciation. I bring my hand
to his cum-soaked chest hair but he stops me and places my hand back on his
side. He wants his load on full display, evidence of the pleasure I had
just inflicted upon him. He continues to stare into my eyes as he watches
me take his ass. I look from his wanting eyes down to the load I had fucked
out of him and it takes me over the edge. He nods, encouraging me to leap
off of it. At once I start shooting into him. He nods more urgently as he
feels his son breeding him once again. "Come on, son. Make me yours again."
He moans, gritting his teeth as amazingly, once again, his dick surges on
its own and spills out another load. Each powerful shot of sperm I shoot
into my father is matched by his own. I never cease to be amazed by the
virility of my father. If I'm half the sexual force that he is when I'm his
age I'll be a lucky man.

	When I finally stop shooting into him I lean down to kiss him. He
accepts my tongue into his mouth gladly. My dick is still hard, deep inside
of him. I know if I tried to pull out now he would stop me. I knew he
wanted me right there, like this.

	"Merry Christmas, Dad." I tell him, smiling.

	"I'll say." He smiles back, embracing me lovingly like only a
father could.


	When I wake up it takes me a few seconds to remember where I
am. And then when I feel my father sleeping soundly next to me, his arms
wrapped around my waist for a split second I think I am back in high
school, waking up next to him before school after a night of fucking like
we used to do every night back then. But then I remember how times have
changed. I'm not sad. But I just feel an immense sense of gratitude for
being able to come back home like nothing's changed and connect with my
father in the most intimate way we both knew how.

	While we may not be able to reconnect as often as either of us
would have liked, I know I'm in a good place in my life. I've got a great
education, a good head o my shoulders, a great job, and a bright future
ahead of me. I've got a fantastic stepfather who makes my dad happy and
loves me like he would his own son. I've got a pretty fantastic life. And I
have my dad to thank for that. We may not be your conventional family but
there's more love in my family than any other family I know of. I wouldn't
change a thing for the world.

	As I lay here thinking of all the things I'm grateful for in my
life, my dad opens his eyes and nuzzles against me, sighing.

	"You up for an early morning Christmas fuck, son?" He whispers into
my ear.

	"Always, Dad."

	"I'm so glad you're home, Jeff."

	"Me too, Dad. There's no place I'd rather be."



	Thank you guys for the wonderful comments you have written me
throughout this story. You'll never know how much it means to me that there
are people out there willing to invest their time and interest in something
I've written. Who knows, maybe we'll revisit Jeff and Mike for another
Christmas down the road. But until then, I hope you enjoy some of my other
ongoing series here on Nifty.


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