Date: Thu, 14 Apr 2016 13:16:27 -0400
From: Jeremy Ellington <jeremyellingtonii@gmail.com>
Subject: Lessons From My Dad-22

NOTICE: This story contains scenes of a sexually graphic nature which may
not be legal in your area.  This story is completely fictional and written
only for entertainment purposes.  Any similarities to real life people or
characters is coincidental. If you have trouble separating real life from
fantasy or you are offended by such themes, stop reading now.


Lessons From My Dad
Chapter 22

I woke up the next day snuggled up to Dad's back.  Wait a minute...  In all
the times I've spent the night in his bed I never woke up with my chest to
his back!  My morning wood was poking into the lower part of his back since
I was still not tall enough to have it poking into his asscheeks without
crawling partway down the bed.  I had my arm draped loosely around his
chest, but again, he was so much bigger than I that I wouldn't really be
able to wrap my arm around him the way he could with me.  I much preferred
waking up with him behind me, but I decided to take advantage of this
anomaly.  I reached down and started to run my hand up and down his hairy
thigh thinking I would wake him up slowly, and the warmth of his body and
the muscles on his leg started to turn me on.  I opened my eyes wider,
raised my head and looked around.  Okay, this really was weird... I was on
the wrong side of the bed!  He must have gotten out of bed before I woke
up, and then crawled back in on the other side.

I wasn't usually a restless sleeper, but I thought it was possible that I
rolled over after he got out and rather than move me back he just took my
spot.  It did seem odd to me, however, that he didn't just snuggle into me
face to face.  I started to wonder if he chose the positions as a
continuation of my lesson on being a top from last night.  Maybe because he
usually fucks me and we wake up in that position the next day, he felt that
I should experience the same thing. Then again, maybe I was waaay
overthinking everything... as usual.

He didn't react to my hand movements on his thigh, so if he did get up at
some point he had fallen back to sleep.  The thick, reddish hair on his
thigh and upper leg was just so sexy to me and turned me on even more.  I
decided to wake him up a different way!  I scooted myself down lower on the
bed until I was looking at his hot, furry butt.  I continued to slowly run
my hand from his thigh down to his knee as I leaned in and licked the top
of his ass, right where a nice bunch of hair splayed out at his lower back.
I tasted his scent, a little sweat, and what I figured out had to be my own
precum that I must have smeared on him.  I licked at that spot a few more
times than traced my tongue lower into the cleft of his ass.  The leg I was
stroking was farther away than the leg he was laying on, so although I
couldn't exactly get my tongue into his pucker without actually using my
hands to spread his cheeks, I did have enough of an opening between his
buns to lap at the hair on his ass.

I could taste his wonderful musk and a little more of his sleep-sweat.  I
chastised myself in my mind for licking up all of the cum I'd shot in his
hole the night before, wondering if it would taste differently the next
morning.  I continued to lick up and down, wishing his legs were a little
farther apart so I could flick my tongue at his balls.  Apparently either
he could read my mind or I could foretell the future, because the thought
barely crossed my mind when he moaned softly, moved over onto his front and
spread his legs.

I smiled, reached up with both hands to spread his cheeks open and buried
my face in his ass.  I ran my tongue up and down his crack, pausing to stab
my tongue against his hole before burrowing down to wrap my tongue around
his hairy balls, and then making the journey back up to the top to start
over.  I tried to poke my tongue into his ass a little farther with each
pass and his moans seemed to indicate that he was now awake and appreciated
it.  I felt him move a little further up on the bed but I was too involved
in what I was doing to pay much attention until I heard a slight click.
The next thing I saw was his glistening middle finger reaching around and
sliding into his hole.  That click must have been the tube of lubricant.

"I don't mean to stop you from enjoying the early morning flavor of my
balls son, I'm just testing the waters here."  I kept lapping at his nuts
while I watched him slide his finger in and out a few times.  I leaned up
to watch when he pulled it out and glanced at it, still not sure just what
he was doing.  I looked at him and caught the grin lighting up his face.
"Ah, looks like I'm cleared for takeover!  I'd love to have you finish
waking me up with a good ass fucking Sean," he said, wiggling his eyebrows
and his butt, and handing me the lube.  I must have looked like a doofus
there just staring back at him, so he pushed the lube at me a second time.
"Unless, of course, you don't feel like fucking me up the butt again."

Oh.  OH!  "Oh, yeah," I stuttered out.  I leaned back on my legs and
watched my boner pop up from where it had been trapped between my belly and
the bed.  "I think I can accomplish that," I said, winking at him.  I
grabbed the lube, opened it up and began coating my dick.

"I was pretty sure you could," he chuckled.  He spread his legs a little
wider, arched his back a bit and pushed his ass into the air.  I drizzled
some of the lube at his pucker, scooted myself up into position, and then
spread the lube around a little bit with the head of my cock before pushing
in.  I don't know which of us sighed the loudest.  "Oh yeah, that's my
boy," he groaned.  I actually felt his voice vibrating around my dick.
"I've always known you were a fast learner."

I hit bottom pretty quickly, sat there for a moment to keep from shooting
off right away, then pulled out a little and thrust back in.  Dad moaned, I
groaned... no wonder guys think about sex all the time, it feels so
incredible!  I pulled out and thrust in, out and in, then I reached
underneath to find Dad's hand already on his dick stroking at about the
same tempo as my thrusts.  I pulled my hand back a little and just started
to play with his balls, and his `Oh fuck' when he felt my hand encouraged
me to keep doing it.

"Yeah Sean, pull on my balls, just like that," he moaned.  I didn't even
realize I was pulling until it hit me that I had one hand on his hip and
the other on his balls, and I was using both to help with my thrusting.  As
soon as my thinking brain kicked in and I became conscious of the fact that
I was fucking my father while using his balls for support, the cum just
shot out of me.  I cried out, and quite likely grabbed his nuts a little
harder.  That did it for him as well and I could feel his ass muscles
constricting around my cock, milking out whatever juice I had left while he
grunted out his own creamy satisfaction.

He collapsed onto the bed before I was aware he was going to move so my
dick slipped right out of him.  I quickly bent down and started to lick his
ass again, hoping to taste some of my own cum.  He moaned again and reached
back to push my head in between his cheeks.  I didn't taste much of my cum,
but I certainly didn't want to pass up another opportunity to eat his ass!

He let go of my head and swung his leg up and around me so he could flip
over onto his back.  I saw yet another chance to savor some fresh cum, and
immediately dove in and began licking his cum from the head of his cock.
He put his hand in front of my face and chuckled while I licked the cum off
of his fingers as well.  I sucked his dick into my mouth to eat up any
remaining cum, and since his erection had subsided some I was able to
swallow him down all the way to his pubes.  It wasn't easy to breath with
that much cock in my mouth, but I still managed to inhale his wonderful
morning musk.  We both sighed at the same time, which of course gave us
both a chuckle.  I could feel his hand on the back of my hand just stroking
my hair.  I let his dick plop out of my mouth and buried my face in his
balls, inhaling and licking each one in turn.

"Maybe I'll just stop washing my crotch every day boy, you seem to really
enjoy the way my balls smell and taste," he said, snickering a little
again.

"Sir, yes Sir, I do love the way you smell Sir, and you taste so good Sir,"
I mumbled.  My face was a little too deep in his nuts to speak any clearer.

He tapped me on the head to get my attention, then patted his chest.  "Come
on up here boy, I wanna lick your face so I can taste my nuts too."  I
grinned and crawled my way up, licking him as I went, until we were face to
face.  He wrapped one around me and turned us so we were laying face to
face.  He wrapped his other hand around my chin to he could control my
head, then he proceeded to lick my face and lips.  "Mmmm," he moaned.  "No
wonder you like my crotch so much, I really do have a good flavor."

I couldn't keep from giggling, especially when I saw him wiggle his
eyebrows up and down.  "Yeah, it's lucky for me that you can't just bend
over and lick your own balls.  You'd never even let me in your bedroom," I
said, trying to be serious but giggling a little.

"I don't know about that, I'd still need a hot young man to eat my ass
while I was doing it.  You'd certainly come in handy for that.  Besides, I
love the way your tight little ass feels around my cock, so no, I wouldn't
lock you out little boy.  Hell, I'm starting to wonder if we have one too
many bedrooms in this house anyway."

Oh!  There it was.  I thought it was, anyway.  Did he just give me the
opening I wanted, to see if I could sleep with him all the time?  Oh crap,
how was I supposed to respond?  I decided to repeat something I'd said to
him before, to see where he took the conversation.

"Hey Pops, I already told you we should just install a Jacuzzi into my
room.  I love to wake up to you every morning, you know that."

He laughed and tussled my hair.  "Remember me, your father who does
construction and blueprints for a living?  We'd have to reinforce the floor
to handle the extra weight of the Jacuzzi and the water, plus waterproof
it, plus change the walls since the extra humidity would have the wallpaper
come peeling down.  No Sean, as much as I love your idea, it would be
easier and cheaper to update our back yard, add a patio and a back door,
and build one out there.  And, yes, before you ask, I've already thought
about that.  In fact, I worked up those plans some time ago.  If business
picks up it might be time to haul out those blueprints and revisit them."

Rats, outmaneuvered already.  Well, I was nothing if not resourceful.
"Okay, then before my little hands were slapped for my unsupervised use of
the internet, I remember seeing a playroom with a swing in it, and paddles
and stuff.  We could use my old bedroom for that couldn't we?"  I added
some eyebrow wiggling of my own just to soften what I expected to be a
quick reaction, and that's just what I got.

"Fuck Sean, really, how long were you on those websites?  Playroom... it
sounds like you're talking about a dungeon!  And a swing?"

"Um, yeah.  There was a guy getting fucked in it, and you said you liked my
little ass... "

"Oh, a 'sling'!  Oh my god, I think I need to find a way to erase some of
your memory.  Hell, that's all we'd need if your Aunt April paid us a
surprise visit, a sex dungeon with whips and paddles and a sling.  Or
anyone else for that matter, hell we'd have to triple-lock the doors and
add a security code, maybe even a thumbprint and eyeball scanner!"  He
shook his head and sighed.  "Wait...  you saw a guy getting fucked in a
sling?"

"Yeah.  I didn't know that's what it was called, but he was laying back,
his legs were up in the air strapped to it, and a guy was fucking him.
Um... it looked kinda fun, like something I'd like us to do," I added
sheepishly.

I felt his cock twitch a little and start to get hard again.  "Oh
Sean... uh... yeah, they can be fun... but no, we're not turning your room
into a dungeon.  We are, however, going to be late for work and school if
we don't get a move on."

I reached down and wrapped my hand around his half-hard cock.  "Seems to me
someone wants to fuck some little boy's ass, sling or no sling.  I'm sure
that's a valid excuse for being late," I said, flipping my eyebrows again.

He chuckled.  "Actually yes, I would very much like to fuck you right now,
and I wouldn't even need a sling to do it.  But between your prep time to
get ready for it, and the actual fucking, and our shower time, and getting
dressed, and eating breakfast... "

"Hey wait... you didn't do any prep before I fucked you this morning."

His face got a little pink color to it for a moment.  "Well, no, you're
right, I didn't.  That's why I stuck a finger in my ass to see if it would
come out clean."  He stopped when he saw the expression on my face.  "Yeah,
that could have backfired on me big time, but I was fairly certain I'd be
okay.  I know how long your dick is, so I knew my finger would be an
approximate guess.  I'm sorry, I can tell you're a little grossed out, I
won't do that again."

I thought about it for moment then just grinned at him.  "Heck Dad,
everything worked out fine, I'm okay, just a little surprised.  Was that
something you used to do back in the day?"

His face got red again.  "Yeah, it was.  See, we didn't really know that
much about cleaning out when I was a teen, we just knew we liked to fuck.
We didn't mind getting a little bit dirty... and I heavily emphasize the
term `little bit'... so that was our very unscientific test.  In retrospect
it was pretty stupid, and I was stupid for doing that with you this
morning, especially after teaching you how to get yourself ready.  I
apologize Sean."

"It's okay Dad.  I know we couldn't use it on me like that, I mean my
fingers aren't as long as your dick.  Just because one of my digits came
out clean doesn't really tell the whole story of how well prepared I would
be for your monster cock."

He rolled his eyes at my description of his dick, but he also smirked a
little.  "Exactly, and that's why I stopped relying on it back then.
Enough about that now, let's get in the shower and get this day going."

It wasn't until later when I was brushing my teeth after my shower that I
realized we had gotten completely off track and never finished the idea of
me moving into his room.  Damn it!

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The school day started out the same as always.  I had all of my homework
done so I was up to speed on what was discussed in class, and I was fairly
certain that I'd done well on a pop quiz for the same reason.  Lunch was
very different however.  I hadn't packed anything so I bought a few things
from the lunch line, then sat with my usual lunch companions.  The main
topic of conversation was the pop quiz and the typical complaints about
quizzes in general.  Since I was always prepared for the school day I kept
my mouth shut.  Even though this group of students were my friends, it
wasn't a wise idea to sound like I was boasting or anything, so I just
nodded a lot.  As part of my attempt to keep anyone from asking me how I
thought I had done on the quiz I was paying more attention to my pear than
I was anything else.  It wasn't until Adam nudged me and whispered, "What
does he think he's doing?" that I even noticed that someone was sitting at
the end of our table.  When I looked up I saw Joey Jural, younger brother
of the terrible twosome who beat me up a few months before.  His presence
made me a little nervous and I debated leaving the cafeteria, perhaps to
seek out Mr. McD. for advice on what to do.  While I debated that in my
head I noticed that Joey looked kind of nervous himself.  The fact that my
lunch mates had suddenly become very quiet may have had something to do
with that, but he also looked rather sad.  I glanced around to see if there
were other tables available to him, and there were a few, but since he
looked just as uncomfortable as I felt, I decided to let it go.  I
whispered to my friends to go back to their conversations and I got back to
my pear.

Joey wasn't a bad looking kid at all.  He had dirty blonde hair, unlike his
darker-haired brothers, blue eyes, and was a little shorter than I.  He was
a year behind me in school but I had a vague memory of hearing that he had
been held back a year, so I wasn't sure if he was my age or younger.  He
didn't really look like his brothers, but then again I'd never seen his
parents.  He may have had a different father, or maybe his idiot brothers
did.  I really didn't know much about the family and I was just fine with
that.

I occasionally looked over at Joey just to see where his attentions lie,
and caught him looking at me out of the corner of his eye.  He was barely
eating his bagged lunch and hadn't calmed down much at all.  He looked like
he would rather be anywhere else, yet at the same time determined to stay
right where he was.  I decided not to say anything to any of the teachers
since he looked like he had his own problems to deal with.  When lunch was
over he grabbed what was left of his lunch and scurried away, like he was
afraid someone was going to approach him.  He really didn't need to worry
about that happening, I'd decided to just let him be.  Since lunch was over
we all just trotted off to our various classes.

I was glad that we didn't have much in the way of homework since I had
plans for my study period.  I wrote down a list of the ideas I had for
contacting the companies that had rejected Dad's bids in favor of the one
that was cheating, in hopes of convincing him to contact them for
reconsideration.  I tried to come up with some mottos or cute catch
phrases, but I abandoned them because I was pretty sure that Dad wouldn't
use them.  Heck, I was still going to have to convince him to contact them
at all.  I finally settled on a straight-to-topic approach.  My idea was
that he should update his quotes to reflect current costs, and then send
them to each respective company with a cover letter.  I wrote down a couple
of drafts of what I thought the cover letter could say, keeping in mind
that Dad wasn't the type to press his advantage.  By the time the last bell
rang I was pleased with what I had.

I dropped off my books in my locker, made sure I still had all my notes for
Dad's business and made my way to the front door of the school.  As soon as
I opened the door I saw Rafe standing next to Mr. McD., chuckling about
something.  I was starting to think everybody knew everyone else around
here!

"Hi Rafe!  Don't tell me you went to school with Mr. McDonough too!"

Mr. McD. laughed while Rafe gave me a questioning look.  "No Sean, your
friend Rafe and I did not go to school together, but your father called
ahead to let us know who was giving you a ride home.  We were just
talking."  We could both see that Rafe was still a little unclear.  "Sorry
Rafe, you don't know the backstory to that.  Our young Sean here was very
surprised to hear that I went to school with Aaron and Carl.  It seems he
didn't understand that we adults were young once," he added, winking at a
now grinning Rafe.

"Ah, I get it now.  Yeah, my nieces are the same way, they seem to think we
just walked out of a secret doorway somewhere, already grown up and put on
this planet to amuse them."  Rafe and Mr. McD.  chuckled again and Rafe
stretched out his long arm to shake hands.  "It was a pleasure to meet you
Barry, thanks for taking good care of our boy here while he's in school."

Mr. McD. gave me a big smile while he shook Rafe's hand.  "Sean is a great
student; I wish we could clone him.  It was a pleasure to meet you as well
Rafe.  See you tomorrow Sean."  Mr. McD.  patted me on the head.

I thrust my hand out to Rafe.  "It's good to see you again Sir, thanks for
picking me up," I said.

Rafe used my hand to pull me into a bro-hug.  "Oh no Sean, it's bad enough
the young cashiers in the grocery stores call me Sir, don't you start too,"
he moaned, pulling me around so his hand was on my shoulder as we started
to walk away.  I could hear Mr. McDonough laughing at Rafe's comment, and I
just giggled.

I decided to run my idea for Dad to requote his lost business past Rafe
since he was a captive audience behind the wheel of his car.  He liked my
idea and agreed that it couldn't hurt to let those companies know that we
were aware of their sudden loss of a contractor, as long as we weren't
heavy-handed about it.  He nodded when I told him that Dad would never go
for that anyway, it was going to be enough of a challenge just to get him
to think about my idea as it was.

We were in front of my house before I knew it.  "I'm sorry I didn't know
you'd be the one to bring me home Rafe, I would have baked a pie or
something for you to take with you," I said.

His face lit up with a bashful grin.  "Oh that's awful nice of you Sean,
but I'll be okay.  I got some leftovers that my sister-in-law sent home
with me and I think she stuck in some homemade cookies, don't worry about
me."

"Well, I do worry about you, and I'll talk with Dad to see when we can have
you over for dinner again."  I held out my hand again and his large paw
surrounded it.  I tried to be subtle about inhaling his scent.  It was
different than Dad's, but just smelled so masculine to me.  I noticed it
that night when we were in the bathroom together when I was trying not to
watch him piss.  It made my dick start to thicken up, and I couldn't help
but wish I hadn't been so bashful that night.  I didn't think for a moment
that Rafe was into boys, but there was a part of me that wished I could
have seen him pissing.

My brain came back to focus when I heard Rafe agree that dinner with us
would be very appreciated and to just let him know.  I thanked him again
for the ride, got out of his car and let myself into the house, turning to
wave at him before I shut the door.  His smile got me even harder so I
quickly smiled back and shut the door so he wouldn't see what was happening
in my pants.  I wasn't sure what it was about that big man that got me
turned on; well, there was his musky scent, his height, his big hands, his
smile... okay so I did know what it was about him.  Then I remembered our
conversation on how careful he had to be, and the fact that I didn't know
if he liked boys, and Dad would kill both of us... okay, so I really had no
idea why I was getting worked up over him, all things considered.  I had to
think of a way to talk to Dad about me noticing other guys all of a sudden,
without mentioning who those guys were, of course.

I parked my backpack by the computer, then I headed back to the kitchen and
took six frozen pot pies out of the freezer and popped them into the oven.
The stupid things were loaded with fat, but Dad and I loved them and had
agreed that as long as we only had them every few months or so they could
be considered a treat.  We could usually eat two each but we always joked
that we could have stuffed in one more, and since we only had six of them I
saw no point in just leaving two in the freezer.  If it came down to it, we
would have a leftover that I could pair with something healthier another
night.

Once I had dinner cooking I undressed and took a shower.  I debated giving
myself an enema, but since we'd played the night before and that morning I
figured Dad wouldn't want to fuck.  I still held out hope for sucking him
off though!  If I had my way we'd have some sort of sex every day, I was
just that into it and into him.  After I dried off I made sure I had a pair
of shorts sitting by the front door.  I got one of the older towels from
the laundry room and placed it on the desk chair, then I sat down naked in
front of the computer.  I pulled my notes from study period out of my
backpack while the computer woke up, then I started to type.

Dad had some of his company's letterhead saved on the computer as a
template, so I used that hoping it would make it easier for him to
visualize the finished product I hoped he would use to get some business.
I typed it up as if it was an actual letter being sent to a potential
client, making up a name and project number so it would look realistic.  I
made some modifications from my original notes as I went along and found
myself enjoying the whole creative process.  I was so involved in it that
when I heard my phone make a noise from inside my backpack I waited until I
finished the paragraph I was typing before fishing the phone out to look at
it.  There was a text from Dad:

      'Heading home, Carl is w/ 2 discuss a project 4 a bit. XXX'

I texted back 'OK', thought for a moment how nice it was that he remembered
to warn me of company, then went back to my task.  I made a few more
changes, did a little editing to reduce the wordiness of it, then sat back
to proofread it.  I was just finishing it and about to print it out when I
heard his truck pull into the driveway.  I hit the print button and
whispered `hurry up' at the printer, since I wasn't planning on showing
this to Dad until after we ate.

The paper was just coming out of the printer when I heard the front door
open.  Dad waved and smiled at me.  "Hi Sean, glad you're not in the
bathroom cuz I really have to go.  Be out in a minute!"  He was so intent
on his destination that all he probably saw of me was my head peering over
the top on the computer monitor.  I started laughing and heard Carl doing
the same.  I looked over to see him closing the front door behind himself,
then noticing me at the computer.  He waved at me while he was still
chuckling and I waved back.  He was standing right by the little shelf
where Dad and I kept our emergency shorts, and it suddenly dawned on me
that once again, I was completely naked with Carl in the house.  I jumped
up before it occurred to me that I couldn't very well walk over to get my
shorts, nor could I turn and walk to my room to get dressed unless I wanted
him to see my dick or my ass.  Shit, and Dad even gave me an advance text
to warn me!  I was so immersed in what I was doing I hadn't let the reason
for his text sink into my brain.

I had no choice but to enlist Carl's aid.  "Um, hi Carl.  Would you please
do me a favor and bring me those light blue shorts from the shelf next to
you?"

"Hey Sean, sure thing," he said, oblivious to my reason for asking.  He
grabbed them and started to walk towards me.

"Carl, before you get over here I need to warn you... once again I wasn't
paying attention so I'm naked as a jaybird.  That's why I need the shorts.
It's either that or I make a quick run for my bedroom... either way you're
gonna see me in my birthday suit again.  Sorry Carl," I added sheepishly.

He stopped and stared at me when he realized what I was saying.  Even
though I was standing up I didn't think he could see anything other than my
bare chest since I was still behind the monitor.  He seemed to debate with
himself for a few moments while he looked at the back of the monitor, then
he tried to give himself an emotionless expression and started to walk to
me again.

"Okay, thanks for the warning Sean.  It's not like I haven't seen you in
the nude already, but I'll get as close as I can to make sure I can toss
these to you without actually seeing your... um, stuff.  If my aim isn't
good enough I promise I'll just close my eyes while you do what you have to
do."

He stepped forward, stopped again, and then flung the shorts at me like he
was tossing a softball.  They landed on the top of the monitor and for a
moment we both thought they were going to slip back on his side of the
desk.  Thankfully they just stayed put long enough for me to grab them and
slip them on.

I jumped from around the desk and yelled "Ta da!!"  We both started
laughing again, then I ran up to him and gave him a big hug.  I knew I was
still bare-chested and he may have been a little uncomfortable, but I
decided he needed to get used to that with me.  For a few seconds I didn't
think he quite knew what do with his hands, but he eventually reached up
and patted me on my shoulders.

I broke the hug but held on to him and leaned back to look up at his face.
You're staying for dinner... please?  I'm baking two extra chicken pot pies
so there's enough for everyone."

"Pot pies?  Those things are full of fat," he said.

I giggled and released him to head for the kitchen so I could look at the
timer.  "Yep, aren't they delicious?"

He followed me into the kitchen and laughed.  "Yes they are and they're one
of my secret vices.  I didn't know they were yours too."

I didn't dare turn around until I could be sure my face wouldn't reveal
what else I was thinking when he mentioned his `secret vices'.  "Oh yeah,
they're not really good for you, but Dad lets me get them a few times a
year.  Don't be surprised if he makes us jog around the block a few times
afterwards," I giggled.

About that time Dad came out of the bathroom.  "Who's jogging where, and
why?" he asked.

"We're having pot pies, and Carl's gonna stay and eat with us cuz I've got
six of them cooking," I said.  "That way he'll keep us from making pigs of
ourselves and you can do your work thing at the same time."

"Mmmm," Dad moaned.  "Pot pies!  Yeah, we better start doing jumping jacks
and pushups right now."  Carl and I both groaned together, which evolved
into more laughter.

"Who wants a beer?" I asked, heading towards the kitchen.

"I'll take care of the beverages Sean," Dad said.  "You go in and get a
shirt and at least some socks on please, you don't need to catch a chill."
I turned back to head towards my bedroom and looked at him to say something
agreeable when I noticed that he was looking at my shorts.  His eyes
flicked to the shelf where we stashed our emergency clothing, and seeing
only his pair sitting there he raised his eyebrow at me.  I gave him a
sheepish smile as I passed him to get dressed.

I half expected him to follow me to my bedroom to chat, so I just closed my
door halfway and turned and waited for him for a moment, only to hear him
talking to Carl in the kitchen.  I exchanged the shorts for a pair of
sweats and added a shirt and some socks.  I knew he would have questions
for me later about my attire, so I decided to just go ahead and walk back
out with the blue shorts in my hand and place them back on the shelf next
to his.  I turned to him and gave him a little shrug, but was saved from
anything further by the sound of the timer going off in the kitchen.  I
practically ran to the oven to pull out our dinner then busied myself with
setting the table, thinking to myself how many times that timer had come to
my rescue.

Dad and Carl came in and sat down while I dished out the dinner, then I sat
down and immersed myself in the finer points of the quantity of vegetables
versus chicken on my plate to avoid seeing any more of Dad's expressions.
Thankfully he and Carl started discussing their work project and I managed
to keep quiet.  It had something to do with a laundromat that wanted to
knock out a wall to expand into the unit next door, and plumbing, and
ventilation ducts... my mind drifted to Joey Jural sometime after that.  I
tossed the idea of telling Dad about my lunch experience, then talked
myself out of it.  He had enough going on without worrying about me and
members of that family again.  It did occur to me that I'd managed to avoid
having to be a part of any legal proceedings regarding my bullying
experience, and I hoped I could dodge that with Martin and his shenanigans
as well.

I was cleaning up the table and loading the dishwasher when Carl asked Dad
what he was going to do about all of the jobs they had lost because of
Martin.  Dad immediately began to remind Carl that it wasn't his nature to
take advantage of someone's misfortune, and Carl replied that wouldn't be
the case... this went on for a few minutes which gave me the perfect chance
to go print off another copy of my `draft letter'.  I went back into the
kitchen, grabbed two more bottles of beer along with a bottle of water for
myself, and then headed into the living room.  I saw Dad following me with
his eyes while Carl continued to try to make his point.  One of Dad's
eyebrows was raised as he probably wondered what the heck I was doing with
those bottles.

I placed one beer next to Dad's chair and the other next to it by the
couch, cleared my throat and stood in front of the television.  "Mr. Aaron,
Mr. Carl, gentlemen, if you would kindly take your seats here in the
conference area, also known as the living room," I intoned in the deepest
voice I could muster.  I opened my bottle of water and took a drink while
they walked into the room and sat down, expressions of mild amusement on
their faces.

"Thank you," I said.  "Now then Mr. Aaron, I'm afraid I must agree with
Mr. Carl on this matter."  Dad started to speak but I raised my hand to
stop him.  "I believe, Sir, that I have the floor?"  That could have gotten
me in trouble, but the fact that my voice squeaked halfway through made
them both grin a little, so I figured I wasn't in trouble, at least not
yet.  Thank goodness for the onset of puberty!

"Now then, imagine, if you will, that you had a list of the potential
clients who chose an underhanded competitor over you, a list that was, say,
obtained from some form of private investigation."  Carl chuckled and Dad
just smirked at me.  "Let's say that you took each of the proposals that
you had originally created for those potential clients and updated them to
reflect the current cost of materials and labor, along with a very tiny
nuisance fee for your trouble.  That last part is optional, of course.
Let's then say that you mailed those potential clients a copy of that
updated proposal along with this sample letter, or something like it."  I
then handed each of them a copy of the draft letter I had created.
"Nothing fancy, nothing that would suggest you were taking advantage of a
bad situation, nothing untoward, just a vendor who has come into the
knowledge that this client may have need of an updated proposal.  No follow
up phone call, no badgering, just a `hey, we're still here and available in
the event that you need someone' kind of thing.  Mr. Aaron and Mr. Carl, if
you were that client, how would you react to this?"

I took another swig from my water, suddenly realizing how nervous I was.  I
guess I put more into this than I thought, and now I was worried I would
not only be shot down, but maybe even humiliated a little bit.  I stared at
the floor, suddenly unable to make eye contact with either of them,
especially my Dad.

The silence was making my stomach start to turn and I realized that waiting
until after dinner may have been a mistake.  Thankfully, Carl broke the
ice.  "Sean... this is really well done.  To answer your question... and I
know that you and I are on the same side here but I'm trying to be
open-minded and put myself in the client's position, so, if I was one of
those clients I would think that this company of yours was being very fair
and was merely reacting to what everybody else in town already knows to be
a fact.  Your letter is subtle, but it gets the point across that there's
someone here to assist `my company' in moving forward with our project
without wagging a finger in my face saying `I told you so'.  As far as our
company is concerened, I can't speak for Aaron... uh, excuse me,
Mr. Aaron... but if it was my decision to go forward with your approach, I
would do exactly as you've suggested."

Okay, on the inside I was glowing, like bright light glowing, but on the
outside... well, Dad hadn't said a word, in fact he hadn't even looked up
from the paper he was holding in his hand, not even when Carl spoke.  Shit,
he didn't like it.  That was the least of it I hoped.  If he was angry at
me for doing this despite what he'd said in the past, and especially in
front of Carl... oh double-shit!  What was I thinking doing it like
this?!?!  "Thanks Carl," I whispered, too unsure of myself now to even
raise my voice.  Once again my emotions started to get the better of me and
I could feel my eyes start to water.  I wanted to leave the room but my
legs were just frozen in place.

"Sean," Dad said, finally.  I didn't move.  "Excuse me... Mr. Sean."  When
I finally raised my head and looked at him, Dad had the biggest grin on his
face.  Gravity had already done its thing when a fat tear escaped from my
right eye, and I saw his eyes narrow in a bit to focus on it as it made its
way down my cheek.  I finally managed to made my limbs respond to my brain,
and I quickly wiped the tear away.  I could see Carl looking from Dad to
me, then back to Dad again.

"Yes sir," I said, trying and only partly succeeding in raising my voice
above the whisper that had come out earlier.

"Son... this is an outstanding job.  I agree with everything Carl just
said, and I honestly can't think of a word I would change in your cover
letter.  We will definitely do exactly as you've suggested, and I'm hoping
you'll help me prepare the letters after Carl helps with updating the
proposals."

I just stood there, blinking at him.  I was so surprised that he not only
liked my idea, he was actually asking me to help with the project.  Dad got
up out of his chair and walked over to me, enveloping me with his arms.
"I'm always so proud of you Sean, and this is a prime example of why.  You
knew I wasn't too keen on going back to those clients because I didn't want
to look like an `accident gawker', and you've put together a presentation
that sets just the right tone."  I was so happy that he wasn't angry with
me, but I was trembling.  He pulled his head back to look at me, some
concern showing in his face.  "Are you okay son?"

"I'm great Dad.  I just suddenly got so scared that you'd be mad at me."

"Sean, why would I be mad?"

"I think maybe I shouldn't have done this with Carl here, nothing personal
Carl.  I was just worried that you'd think we'd ganged up on you, and I
would have felt horrible if Carl got in trouble...  and, well, me too.
Yeah, especially me."

Carl laughed.  "Sean, thanks for your concern, but don't worry about me.
I've known your father for too many years, I ain't scared of him."  He
waved his hand in the air in some sort of fake karate chop motion.  "I'd
defend you if he got out of hand."

I giggled and buried my face in Dad's chest.  I inhaled and his awesome
scent flooded my nostrils.  I couldn't hold back a soft whimper.  I felt
him chuckle softly against my head and he pulled back again and winked at
me.  "I'll call Gary tomorrow and see if he has a final list of the
companies who skipped over us to use that competitor, then Carl and I will
work on updating the proposals.  I'll bring them home with me since they
have all the contact information on them, and I'm hiring you to produce the
cover letters.  I'm paying you for your time too Sean, you deserve to be
compensated."

"Hell yes Sean, "Carl added.  "I don't think we have anybody in the office
who has your talent with words.  If I were you I'd hang out your shingle
and do some freelancing... all for your Dad of course... and make sure you
charge him through the nose!"

"Sure Sean, I'll pay your preferred rate and just deduct from Carl's
paycheck," he said with a smirk.

"Okay, wait, let me rethink this," Carl said with mock horror in his voice.

"Dad, you don't have to pay me, I mean c'mon, I don't pay you rent or
anything."

Dad laughed and pulled me back into him, and I was pretty sure he
intentionally aimed my face right into his armpit.  I was sure of it when
he chuckled at my moan.  "Sean, yes, I don't charge you room and board, but
if we sat down and determined what the going rate would be if I had to hire
a chief cook and bottle washer, something tells me that whatever you owed
me would be waaaaay less than what I would owe you for all the work you do
around here.  I've said it before and I'll say it again; without you taking
care of me the way you do, I'd be half-starved, wearing the same clothes
all week, surrounded by empty beer bottles and Chinese take-out cartons.  I
am paying you for this project Sean and that's final.  Don't get too
excited though, I'll have to take out taxes since it's a business expense,
so don't run out and buy that Jacuzzi you want so much just yet."

I giggled and kissed him on the chest.  "Okay, it's a deal then.  So, who
wants ice cream?" I asked.

Both of them moaned and complained that their advanced age didn't allow
them to have dessert after the dinner we'd just finished.  Carl said he
needed to get home anyway so he got up to leave.  He came over and he gave
me a hug for a change, whispering in my ear.  "You did good Sean, real
good.  Aaron isn't the only one who's proud of you."  He stepped away and
tousled my hair.  Dad walked him to the door and we all said good night.

I gathered up the two cover letters and walked over to put them next to the
computer.  When I looked up Dad was standing by the kitchen grinning at me.
I decided to take advantage of his good mood and confess.

"Okay, full disclosure Dad.  I was just finishing up these letters when you
texted me so I didn't grab my phone right away.  Even after I read that
Carl would be with you my brain was still so engaged with how I was going
to make my presentation to you that the reason you texted me didn't quite
sink in.  So... yes, as I know you've already figured out, I was sitting
here completely naked when you ran past me to get to the bathroom."  One
eyebrow inched up but his grin didn't fade.  I knew then that he had indeed
known what happened.  "Don't worry Dad, even after I stood up I stayed here
behind the monitor and had Carl throw my shorts to me.  He didn't see
anything except my sexy nipples."

"Uh really?  Okay Sean, right now, without telling me how many, just hold a
few fingers in front of you, right about an inch below your belly button."
I looked at him funny but did as he asked.  "Okay... four fingers.  Three
from your right hand and one from your left."  I looked down as if I didn't
believe him, even though he was exactly right.  "There's a space between
the bottom of the monitor and the top of the desk buddy.  Carl didn't see
your cock, but he most assuredly saw your pubes.  Your virtue wasn't as
safe as you thought boy."

I could feel my face getting hot and I could picture how red I was getting.
He just started to laugh.

"Shit!  He didn't say a word!  Dang it, why do I keep ending up exposing
myself in front of everybody?"

"Well son, if you were about 2 inches taller, I'm guessing you would have
seen his face turn as red as yours is now, especially if that growth spurt
also included your cock getting bigger as well.  Speaking of growing, that
shirt looks a little small on you.  Does my growing boy need to go clothes
shopping?"

"Maybe Dad, I have noticed my pants are getting a little tight," I said
walking around the desk and towards him again.

"Well, that could just mean that your dick IS getting bigger" he said,
giving me an exaggerated wink.

"I hope so," I said, winking right back at him.  "I want mine to be almost
as big as yours someday."

He cocked his head at me as I walked up to him and worked my fingers into
his belt loops.  "Why `almost'?  Dude, you might end up bigger than me!"

"No Dad, you know how I feel about that.  You should always be bigger than
me, in every way.  You're... well you're the Dad!  Besides, if I was bigger
than you, I'd need to push a wheelbarrow in front of me to carry the dang
thing!"

He laughed and placed his hands on my shoulders.  "Son, I appreciate that
you want me to be bigger than you all over, but it doesn't always work that
way.  Our heredity determines everything about us.  I'm a few inches taller
than both my father and my brother and they're older than me, and I'm
pretty confident that they won't be getting any taller.  I don't know about
their dicks... I really don't want to know anything about their
dicks... and I also know nothing about the genitals on your mother's side
of the family.  Her father is maybe 5'9 or 5'10", and there's no indication
yet which genes you've ended up with.  Your hair is brown compared to my
auburn, although based on your pubes I think your beard and chest hair will
have more red in it than what's on your head.  You do look to be about the
size I was at your age, so maybe you'll get your build from me.  I hope you
realize that your height and the size of your cock does not determine the
kind of man you'll become.  It's what's inside you that counts.  Sean, what
are you doing?"

Even though I was definitely listening to what he was saying, and yes, I
was taking it to heart.  Being so close to him enabled me to smell his
wonderful scent, and it was getting me hard.  So, from just past half of
what he said on, I had started to unbuckle his belt.  I had it and his
pants button undone before he even knew it.

"Oh I've been listening Dad, and I understand what you're saying.  It is
what's inside me that counts, and right now, I want this inside me," I
said, rubbing one hand against the bulge in his pants while the other hand
was sliding down his zipper.  I let the weight of his hands on my shoulders
push me to my knees.

He grabbed my shoulders part way down as if he thought he was going to stop
me.  "Sean, I haven't taken a shower, I've been wearing these clothes all
day."  I had his zipper open by then and had made it to my knees.  I stuck
my nose all the way into his open fly and inhaled.  My dick started to
harden almost instantly.

"Mmmm," I moaned.  "Yes Sir, I can tell you haven't showered, and it is
awesome!"  I inhaled a few more times before starting to reach up to pull
his pants and shorts down.

"Stop boy."  I froze in place, certain that I'd gone too far with him.
"New rule in this house.  From now on, any time you're on your knees in
front of me you need to be naked, if you aren't already boy."

Fuck!  My cock finished its climb to full harness at the sound of his deep
voice and that command.  I practically ripped my shirt off and then
struggled to get my sweats and socks off without getting up from my knees.
I tossed the clothes to the side.

"Neatly," he ordered.

I shuddered at the sound of his voice and quickly turned to the side to
fold my shirt and sweats, then laid the socks across the top.  I turned
back to him and leaned forward again to get closer to his crotch, but not
enough to be reprimanded for not waiting for directions.

"Good boy," he growled.  "I like that you take instruction well.  Now get
your face back inside my fly and smell your Daddy."  I almost knocked him
over when I shoved my face back inside his boxers.  I took a huge breath in
and moaned.  I heard him chuckle a little above me.  I felt his hand on the
back of my head, not pushing much, just asserting himself.  He let me
inhale a few more times.  "Now boy... now you can pull my pants and shorts
down."

I reached up, grabbed the waistband of his pants and pulled them and his
boxers to his knees.  His cock sprang out and hit me in the forehead, and I
could feel his precum smeared against my skin.  I leaned in again and
buried my face right up against his balls and inhaled again.  I moaned with
each breath.

"Lick my balls boy," he growled.  My tongue shot out and began lapping at
his hairy nuts; the flavor of them was incredible.  I licked around each
heavy orb while his cock pulsed over my head.  Some of his precum had
dripped down his shaft and spread to his balls but it didn't stay there for
long.  I smeared my lips against the skin then licked them off.  I heard a
groan from him way above my head, and I could tell he was watching every
move I made.

"Suck that nut into your mouth boy, I wanna make sure you didn't miss any
flavoring."  I obeyed instantly, slurping and sucking on it, trying to
ensure that I didn't miss anything.  We both knew I could only get one in
my mouth at a time and I hoped he was going to let me treat them each with
the same adoration.  As if he was reading my mind he tapped the side of my
face with a finger.  "Work on the other one now boy."  I slowly let the
first one slip out of my mouth and moved to the second one, doing my best
to show it the same attention.  I reached down to grab onto my hardon and
started to stroke myself.

"Get your hands off your dick boy," he snarled.  "When you're in this
position your hands are either on my thighs or behind your back."

Fuck, FUCK!  I quickly moved my hands behind my back and clasped them
together.  I could feel my own precum dripping off of the head of my cock,
I was so fucking turned on!  He grabbed me by the hair and gently pulled me
back so his ball popped out of my mouth.  He cupped his other hand under
his dick and spit right onto his shaft.  I know my eyes just bugged out,
not only at what he did but also at his accuracy.  He wrapped his hand
around his cock and smeared the spit up and down, mixing it with the
precum.  He spit again, and then again, smearing it all over the head and
his entire shaft until it glistened in the light.  Then he pushed his cock
down until it was level with my mouth and aimed it right at my lips.

"Suck," he ordered.

I opened up and impaled myself on his cock.  The flavor of his precum and
spit, not to mention the natural taste of his skin, exploded in my mouth.
Because his shaft was so wet my lips slid down until they were pushed right
up against his pubes.  I could hear him gasp at how much I took at once.  I
just held my head there, flicking my tongue up and down his shaft as much
as I could manage to do in that position, and swallowed a couple of times.
He groaned and pulled me back.  "Fuck boy... you're fucking hungry for cock
tonight ain't ya?"  Before I even had a second to answer he pushed himself
back down my throat.  We both moaned.

Both of his hands grabbed either side of my head and he started to pump in
and out of my mouth.  He wasn't doing it too hard, but it was enough that I
had to abandon my hands-at-my-back position and grab onto his thighs to
keep from being pushed over.

"Oh yeah, fucking my personal cocksucker's throat.  Fuck boy, you've got
such a sweet, deep mouth.  So fucking wet, your lips wrapped around it so
tight."  I knew I couldn't answer with my mouth crammed so full, so I
didn't hold back with the sucking sounds, my attempts at swallowing the
extra saliva I was generating adding to the eroticism.  "You just love
being on your knees, sucking your Daddy's dick, don'tcha boy?  Fuck, I
can't believe you can throat my big cock.  I fuckin love burying my bone
down your throat!"

I was so damned turned on that I started to cum, hard.  I could tell he
knew it, especially since my moans got twice as loud and I was shooting my
load all over his leg and foot.  I didn't know whether it was the sensation
of me cumming on him, the extra vibrations around his cock when my moans
increased, or just the overall scene, but he yelled out and held my head in
place while he creamed my throat and mouth with his own think load.

I sat there in position, swallowing as fast as I could even as I could feel
my dick still oozing out my jizz.  I kept sucking and swallowing,
determined to get every drop and to make sure he enjoyed it.  He changed
the position of his hands on my head so that he was tenderly massaging my
scalp with his fingers, and sort of petting my head.  I slowly let his cock
slide out of my mouth, lapping at the tip to make sure I didn't miss any
last drops of his juice.  I leaned down and licked my own cum off of his
leg and foot with a flashback to the last time I did that after one of our
tandem showers.  I giggled in my head that my aim was pretty good!  I
cleaned everything up then leaned back up to lick at the head of his still
semi-hard cock.

Dad bent over and picked me up under my arms.  It thought he was just going
to help me to my feet, but instead he raised me up in the air then quickly
grabbed my upper thighs to throw my legs around his waist.  He used one
hand to hold me up by grabbing my ass, and the other hand to pull my face
into his.  He shoved his tongue in my mouth and sucked in the taste of his
and my cum, groaning as he did it.  Our tongues dueled for a few minutes
until he pulled back and looked at me, a huge grin on his face.

"Maybe I should have told you to finish removing my pants while you were
down there.  I was thinking of carrying you to the bathroom just like this
so you could brush your teeth and get ready for bed, but I'm afraid if I
took one step in any direction I'd get tangled up and we'd both end up on
our asses.  And the very last thing I'd ever want to do, is harm this
delicious ass of yours," he said, his eyebrows wiggling.

"No, no, it has to be in prime condition for the next time you drill into
it," I whispered back, wiggling my own eyebrows.  He faked a shocked look
on his face, gave me a wet kiss, and then let my body slide down his until
I was able to stand.  He reached down and patted my ass a couple of times
and sort of nudged me towards the bathroom. "If you're gonna slap my ass,
I'd rather it was with your hairy thighs while you're fucking me... Sir," I
purred, winking at him.

His face actually took on a real look of shock for a moment before he
smirked and narrowed his eyes at me.  "Get that hot little ass in the
bathroom and get ready for bed... boy," he growled.  I giggled and ran
towards the bathroom.

I could see the lights being turned off in the kitchen and living room out
of the corner of my eye while I peed.  I reached for the toilet handle just
as he walked in, now just as naked as me.  "Don't flush that, I'm right
after you," he said.  I started to turn to face the sink so I could get my
toothbrush when he grabbed my arm.  "Stay right where you are and watch,"
he said, growling again.  I dutifully stood and watched him piss.  His aim
wasn't the best and I made myself a mental note to clean the bathroom when
I got home from school the next day.  He had other plans, however.

"Get on your knees again boy and clean my cock."  I dove down to his cock,
stuffing it in my mouth before my knees hit the floor.  I heard him
chuckle, then he pulled my head off his dick.  "Now clean up the toilet
boy."

I grinned to myself... that was his intent the whole time.  I was wondering
if I was seeing a new side of my Dad, and although I was immensely turned
on I was also a little afraid.  Our whole relationship up until we started
to have sex was one of love and respect.  In some ways that had increased,
but now... I hoped I hadn't created a monster.

"Good boy," he said, patting me on the head while I licked up our combined
piss traces.  "Now get some toothpaste on our brushes."  I got up, turned
to the sink, grabbed our toothbrushes and squeezed some paste onto each of
them.  I held his out for him, curious for a moment if he was going to
expect me to brush his teeth for him.  He took his brush from me then got
behind me as we faced the mirror.  He pushed against me so I was trapped
between his body and the sink.  I could feel his cock pressed into my lower
back.  I glanced up at him in the reflection to see that same smirk on his
face, which I thought must be hard to do while brushing teeth.

We each brushed and I turned on the water and started to lean over but he
grabbed my shoulder and nudged me a little to the side.  "Daddies spit
first," he said through clenched teeth.  I watched him spit, rinse, spit
and rinse again.  He wiped his mouth on a towel, and then looked at me
again in the mirror.  "You've got one minute to finish up in here, turn off
the light, and then get your ass in my bed."  He turned and walked out of
the bathroom.

It took me a couple of seconds to absorb everything that had just happened.
"55 seconds" I heard him yell from his bedroom.  I came to my senses and
quickly spit and rinsed, threw some water on my face then used the towel to
wipe it off.  I hit the light switch with my hand as I raced out of the
bathroom towards his bedroom.

When I entered his room he was laying there holding up the sheet for me.  I
slid into place beside him wondering what was going to happen next.  I was
actually shivering a little.

He kissed me softly on my forehead.  "Ok Sean... you told me once that you
like it when I act dominant.  So I need you, please, to tell me how you
felt about everything that just happened, starting with the moment you
unbuckled my belt."

"Oh.  Um... well, I was so turned on by everything, I mean I got hard as a
rock the moment you told me that I had to be naked any time I was on my
knees in front of you.  I think that was the hottest thing you've ever said
to me."  I watched him grin at me, but I could see some worry in his eyes.
"Really Dad, I'll admit that I was a little surprised and I wasn't sure
where you were going with everything, but damn, that was awesome!"

"Are you sure Sean?  You can tell me, really you can.  I do let myself get
a little dominant with you anyway, but this time... this was much further
than I've ever gone.  It would just kill me if you were upset or hurt by
anything I did.  I know we have our pact that you'll let me know if I ever
embarrass you, but this is different.  Consider it as another one of our
lessons, this time in mild dominance.  I do mean mild Sean, there is so
much farther we could have gone."

"Dad, didn't you see?  The last time I shot a load without touching myself
was the first time you fucked me.  I did it again tonight, only this time
you weren't anywhere near my ass!  I shot a huge load without touching my
dick Dad... you did that to me!  Just from the way you were in such total
control, I got so turned on I just creamed!"

He laughed softly.  "Yes you did, all over my leg and my foot.  You've got
pretty good aim there for not even... well, for not even aiming at all!"

It was my turn to laugh.  "I thought the same thing when it happened!  I
was really glad too, cuz that meant I got to clean up my mess right off of
you."

"That was damn hot son, I love how much you love cum, yours and mine.
That's why I had to shove my tongue in your mouth, I wanted to share it
with you.  But how about in the bathroom Sean... was that too much?"  He
got that look on his face again and I wanted to clear that up right away.

"No Dad, that wasn't too much, not for me.  Yeah, I was a bit surprised cuz
I thought things had cooled down from earlier, but I got right back into
it.  You know how much I love to lick your piss, and dang if you didn't
carry it right through to who got to spit first!  To tell you the truth
Dad... if it wasn't for the fact that you had toothpaste in your mouth... I
was thinking how hot it would be if you spit on me."

Wow, talk about a mixed reaction.  He narrowed his eyes a bit at me even as
his cock, which was pressed against my leg, gave a serious twitch.  I could
tell the idea had an appeal to his sex-brain, but his father-brain didn't
share the same opinion.  "Sean... okay yes, that can be hot in a really
serious Dominant/submissive scene, but that's not what we are, and that's
not what I want us to be.  If we ever decided to get like that it would be
after you're an adult, and even then... I'm not so sure.  In fact, forget I
even said that much.  Please don't misunderstand me, I love how your mind
works and we've had a lot of fun, but there are limits."

"I know Dad, I was just being honest with you.  The idea kinda appeared in
my head and I knew that I would have been okay with it if it had happened."

"Well I always want you to be honest with me, and if you think of anything
you want to try we will discuss it, like we're doing now.  I do claim the
right, as your father, to veto anything that I feel would be too much for
you or me to handle.  We have to think beyond the actual playtime; just
because something seems like it would be fun or exciting to do at the time,
doesn't mean that we wouldn't have second thoughts afterwards.  It's too
late then and hurt feelings are hard to overcome sometimes."

I snuggled up to him, happy that we were having more lessons, and
especially happy that he had once again invited me to his bed for the
night.  "I understand Dad.  There have been times when I've done something
then later regretted it... not with you or with our sex time, but just in
school and stuff.  Thanks for looking out for me Dad, you know I get kinda
gung ho on this stuff, and I'm glad you rein me in."

He tousled my hair before pulling my head in to his chest.  "I've got your
back Sean... especially since it's so damn cute."

I looked up at him and grinned.  "Maybe we could compromise sometime.
Maybe... sometime... instead of spitting on me, you could spit in my mouth,
you know, add a little extra lubrication before you slide your cock in?  I
almost shot my load when you spit on your dick before you shoved it in my
mouth, and it slide right down too.  I swallowed it all, even stuffed as I
was after eating two pot pies!"

I could feel his cock getting hard again and he gave a low chuckle.  "Okay
Sean, you need to stop now.  You're gonna get me all revved up again and we
both need to get some sleep."

I suddenly thought that he might regret letting me sleep with him, so I
decided I needed to cool it with the sex talk.  "I love sleeping with you
Dad, so I promise to behave."

"Well," he said.  "Don't go overboard there boy.  Neither of us wants to be
a monk.  Now come here where I can get my arms around you.  I love sleeping
with you too."

I wiggled over to get as close possible and felt him envelop me in his
arms, my face buried in his chest.  I knew we would eventually end up front
to back with him as the big spoon and me as the little one, but for now,
this was just how I wanted to fall asleep.

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