Date: Sat, 26 Dec 2015 21:26:53 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tony Barnum
Subject: Me N Dad

It began a month ago.

I have just turned 18 and this is my last year in high school. I am still
short. For while I have to cultivate some hair on my face so that I look
older. I gave up. When I meet people for the first time, they assume I am
14 or younger.

A month ago, during the Christmas break, our mom took my little brother
Connor on a trip to Canada to see her folks. Connor was not exactly
thrilled with the idea. It was only when dad dangled the possibility of
Connor having a car of his own that Connor agreed. But he still looked real
unhappy about it.

This left dad and your hero on our own for a week. Mom prepared a survival
manual. She has this thing about lists. So, by the time she left there were
a whole pile of 'em. They contained stuff like what to cook and when. I
really laughed inside about that. Any time it's just been me and dad, or
me, Connor and dad, we obtained food using 3 methods: drive-through,
microwave, or foraging. We did, however, pay attention to proper
hydration. That translated into a case of coke for us and a case of beer
for dad.

By Friday night, mom and a real desperate looking Connor had departed.  Me
and dad were faced with the looming prospect of dinner.  Dad, always
decisive, immediately took charge of the situation.  He told me to get him
a beer from the fridge to help him decide among the Colonel, Mickey's or a
local fried fish place which I was kinda hoping he'd forgotten about.

We never really did get beyond the planning stage. I thought the can of
tomato soup, oreo's and mixed nuts were perfect. Then again, I am 18. The
mixed nuts helped us make the transition from formal dinner to evening
snacks.

Mom was a little compulsive about keeping the house and all of us looking
neat and clean. As soon as she left, things relaxed a bit. That was how me
and dad came to be stretched out on the couch in our skivvies, streaming
stuff from Netflix. I was liking this a whole lot.

I had started messing with my dick years before and by now never missed an
opportunity to rub one out.  I also started to wonder if dad did it too
and, if so, where and when.  I had seen dad's dick hanging loose in locker
rooms where we changed or coming out of the shower. I had seen dad's dick
covered by his sweats, his jeans and his work clothes. I had also seen
dad's dick covered by just his jockey shorts, like it was this time.  I
wondered what it would look like boned with his fist around it.

Dad's a big, friendly, playful bear.  His smile looks like a grin. Think 6'
solid refrigerator with a fur coat.  I like it when his beard starts giving
him an epic shadow on his chin. My favorite fur is the thick mat on his
belly. He used to let me play with it when I was little.  I still want to.

It was 8 o'clock when dad downed his 6th beer of the evening. I waited
'till he left to take a piss. Since dad had logged in to the net using his
ID and password, I could use the passwords stored in his browser to
navigate to the adult streaming vid service I wasn't supposed to know he
had. I got interested when I saw that there were some bi vids which he
looked at.  I got real interested when I found one with a dad and son. I
figured that one was too much over the top to have playing when dad came
back, so I chose another one that had 2 guys with a chick.

Dad came back in on the scene when the 2 guys were messing with the chick
while jackin' each other. He hadn't looked at the screen yet when he told
me to get him another beer.  When I got back, though, I got asked how the
fuck this vid happened to be playing. Since he didn't believe in magic, I
had to 'fess up.

He got over it. He was more surprised than pissed. I could see that what
was on the screen had his attention. Eventually he gave me that wolf grin
of his.

"So how long you been messing with this stuff?"

"uhhh I dunno. For awhile"

"I shouldda guessed waaay sooner. I forgot about really getting into this
stuff when I was a kid. Your dick must be burning a hole in your pants.
Haha"

He thought for a minute, looked kinda amused then asked:

"So how many times a day you doin it?"

I couldn't hold back any longer and said:

"4-5 times a day.  How about you?  You still do it?"

Dad started to turn red, then put his head back and laughed and laughed.

	"You get your cojones right from me.  You're growing up to look
like yer ol' man, son"

By now both of us were completely boned. We could see it by looking at the
tubes and wet spots on our white jockey shorts.

That's when I hit the remote and cycled to the next vid in the queue: the
vid about a dad and his son. Dad grew very quiet and I was afraid I had
blown it.

He sat me down next to him and said: "this turn your crank, son?"

I had to be honest and reply: "dad I want this more than anything in the
world – and not just to get my rocks off. I wanna get as close to you as
I can get."

He was quiet after I said that. I looked up at him and saw one tear roll
down his face. Then he pulled me against him with a fierce strength. He
rocked back and forth holding me. When he came back to earth, he looked me
right in the eye and said: "I.  Love.  You."

	"Ya dad, I'm finally starting to grow hair where you got it. I sure
hope I get as much as you. Wanna see?"

I didn't wait for him to answer but pulled off my T and put my arms over my
head so he could see the hair under there.

Dad started laughing again. I started to get pissed cause I thought he was
laughing at my hair. He realized that and said that wasn't it.  So I asked:
"Then what was it?" He blurted out:

"Yeah, that's real nice, but do you have any on yer ass yet" then started
laughing again.

That did it. I mooned him. He roared. Then he got real quiet. I let my
shorts fall to the floor. Dad said:

	"Turn around, son"

I did it real slow cause I didn't like being the only one in the room
naked. When I turned around, my bone was so hard that it was sticking up
against my belly.  Dad whistled.

"Looks real nice son. I think you're bigger than I was at your age."

I tried to act real adult on that one; graciously acknowledge the
compliment, and hide the fact that my heart was hammering and my dick ached
to be touched.  Dad saw right through it and grinned at me.

Right then I gave up all pretense of knowing what to do next and just let
it happen.  I didn't have much choice. I knew what I wanted right then, but
didn't have a clue as to how to get there.

Dad fumbled for awhile too. The two of us sat next to each other, each
starting at the other's dick and trying to carry on a normal
conversation. Looking back at it now, we can laugh at it.

I don't know what made me do it, but I moved closer to dad and my teen dick
was now in front of him. I was staring at the spreading wet spot on his
shorts and blurted out the only thing I could think of to say. "Dad, your
shorts are getting all wet."

Dad's husky voice replied: "then I better take 'em off, son".  My mouth got
real dry and I was sure dad could hear my heart pounding.  Down went the
jockeys and now dad's dick was pointing at me the same way mine was
pointing at him. It was a lot bigger than I thought. It looked to be at
least 8" and really thick.  Dad's uncut and I could smell a musk that had
been building up inside there all day.

The musk smell more than anything else pushed me over the top. I looked
back at dad and said one word: "please".

Dad moved some so he could pull me really tight against him. He was in his
papa bear mode. But this time it was more. He moved so our 2 slippery dicks
were reaching across and rubbing against each other.  We were past the
stage of `is it ok' and had entered another world that needed to be
explored between us.

Dad picked me up, laid me on the couch and then lay down beside me, facing
me. I felt his furry paws around me as he pulled me closer to him. We lay
there for a few moments, our faces looking at each other.

Dad's eyes said it all. The look was one of pure love. If he were a cat,
he'd have been purring right then. My mouth started saying the words
without me thinking about it. The words I had for years covered over with a
dark layer of fear finally broke through the bars. "I. Love. You. Dad."

Our arms, legs, hands and feet pulled us closer and closer as we both tried
to occupy the same space with no distance at all between us. We were
covered in sweat and pre as our glands, stoked with raw desire, worked
overtime. As we slid against each other, we got closer and closer to the
explosion we both wanted.

The look in dad's eyes and the look on my face both said we were letting go
of everything as we began the ascent. It was a deep, slow and powerful
buildup. We both held our breathing as our seed rushed toward freedom: a
gift each to the other; the seed that made me, the seed of the next
generation, father and son in a climax that lit up the night with its
brilliance and its strength.