The Summer of 2004 Ch. 08

I laughed. "Okay, General." I punched him in the arm and he lunged at me, getting me in a headlock.

"See, your ol' man still has the agility and strength." He tassled my hair, pinched my cheek and swatted my ass. "Get to sleep, Mike. And how 'bout we have a game of catch tomorrow, for ol time's sake?"

"Yes, sir. Thanks, Dad. I love ya." I couldn't help but notice in the moonlight what I had suspected in the dark. My father was hard. He was hard as a rock. My own hard-on still raged. He felt it for sure. Did he know that I saw his hard-on? I saw it for a second. Yes, I'm sure he saw me noticing it.

"You know everything, Dad. And you still love me?" I asked in the moonlight.

"Yes. I've known everything for a long time. And you know everything, too, Mike. You know the score and I know it. You know how you feel about me, you know how I feel about you. I can honestly say how you feel about me pales in comparison with how I feel about you. You think you love me? Nah, it ain't nothing compared to what you do to me."

I thought I saw tears welling up in his beautiful brown eyes. "So I really, really need you to get the fuck outta here and get to bed."

Emboldened by Robert's coaching, and the fact that my dad was as hard as I was, I defied him and walked to him.

"Mike, I said Get the fuck outta here and go to bed!" I was standing inches from him hard as a rock. I stood precisely in the moon's light so that a blind person would be able to see my pole, tenting outward like the ornament on a Jaguar. He was hard as a rock, too, and his beautiful cock had popped through the window of his boxers. Shame must have kept him from drawing attention to it by fixing himself. Attraction kept me from looking away. I stared right at his huge rod and hungered for it. My face was lighted as much as my hard-on. He saw both.

"Get the fuck outta here, Mike. Go. Go."

"I love you, Dad."

"Go, for God's sake! Get the fuck OUT!"

I inched closer and took my gaze off of his monster cock and looked into his eyes and again repeated myself. I was inches from his exposed cock and his sweaty chest. "I love you. I love you and there is nothing I wouldn't do for you. You are the best specimen of manhood and the best father and man in the whole world. I want nothing but to please you, sir." I then did the most daring thing of my entire life. I dropped to my knees in front of him and opened my mouth.

It happened so fast. I felt the sting across my face and my back hitting the hard wall before I realized he had hit me. He grabbed me again and pulled me to him like I was a rag doll. Holding me up, he planted one hard quick kiss on my lips before pulling away growling and launching another sting across my face. And another. The last one sent me to the floor.

"I told you to get the fuck to bed. And I meant it!"

I was stunned and hurt in every way. "Okay, Dad. I forgive you. Fuck, you got some strength in you. I forgive you, Dad. I love you. Please forgive me. Oh fuck, Dad, please forgive me."

He seemed stoic and stood there silently. I looked at this chest, his groin and his face, all the while knowing he was watching me. "I don't care. I don't care," I said. "I love you and I'm going to love everything about you as long as I'm alive."

I almost sounded threatening now but my words were soft, deliberate, slow and quiet: 'You hear me Dad? You can punch me. You can kick me. You can beat the living shit outta me every day. You ain't going to change how much I love you. I'm always going to love you."

I walked to the staircase wiping my face to soothe the sting and to wipe the newly fallen tears. I love my dad and know he did what he needed to. "He probably saved both of us from a lot of heartache," I thought.

My dad is very practical. He immediately changed gears and added, "Oh, your mother and I both say yes about August."

"August?" I didn't have a clue as to what he was talking about.

"That crazy Marine didn't discuss it with you?"

"Discuss what?" "I guess he wanted to ask us, first. Well, Robert—who by the way both your mother and I like and approve of even if he's a bit out there—asked us at lunch other day if it'd be okay for you to move in with him. You're a college man, an adult now. If you want to live with Robert when you're not in school, it's your business. Of course, we want you here. But you can't stay here forever and we want you happy. So go for it, son. Robert is a good man. And he's a lucky man. Damn, he is one lucky man."

I ran to my Dad to throw my arms around him. Directly in front of him, I stopped myself as he was fixing his mega hard-on back into his boxers. I looked right at his naked cock as it went back inside. He saw me looking and I whispered to him: "I love you, Dad."

His cock sprung through his boxer window again. I stared at it.

"No, Dad. That's not true. I don't love you. I'm IN love with you. I'm madly in love with you."

He answered, "And it's true that I don't just love you. I'm in love with you, too," as his hard cock dripped a stain onto his boxers in the moonlight. He grabbed me and gently planted a kiss on my lips. I pressed my lips into his and hugged him. He hugged me tighter and I kissed him deeper and boldly offered him my tongue. We kissed passionately and I dropped my hands down his chiseled back and dared to let them lightly rest at the top of his ass, tentatively testing the waters. With deeper kissing coming from him I felt bold and at first lightly caressed both of his firm ass cheeks. No beating, no resistance. I squeezed his ass cheeks firmly and let my hand feel a little of his balls via his back entrance.

I then felt his hands slide down my back and grab my butt cheeks. We continued to tongue each other. I then slid his boxers down and reached with my right hand around from his ass to his front region and gingerly rubbed his cock and balls as we continued to passionately kiss.

He then also reached around and started undoing my belt, then the top button of my jeans, and then unzipped my pants before pulling them and my underwear down. He, too, gingerly started rubbing my bare cock.

Our breathing got intense when he gently lifted off my mouth. "Okay, this is good. This is way, way TOO good, and it can't be right. I want it bad, but we can't. We can't," he said. "This is not right at all. Forgive me, Mike, but I can't." He was still rock hard and pulling up his underwear and looking so wounded. "We can't do this, Mike. We can't."

"It's okay, Pop, it's okay," I said as I pulled up my underwear and jeans. "I'm going to sleep. Don't worry about anything," I said as I fastened my belt. Dad's eyes were on my bulge.

He nodded and as he walked away I noticed he had the same look of lust that Derek had earlier in the evening. I waved one final good-bye and walked to the stairs. He stoically exited as well. When I lay down in my room, I looked out at the beautiful moonlight thinking. Thank you, Dad. I love you. Thank you Robert. I love you. Thank you, Derek, I love you. Thank you, Rich, I love you. Thoughts of them made me work my meat. I worked it hard. When I came under the sheets, I'm afraid I may have awakened the house. But I know at least one other person under this roof understood me and would forgive me for my 3 a.m. "HOO-RAH!"

Please don't judge me or my father. My dad is the best. I'm not going to say what else, if anything else, happened between my dad and me after that evening. There are some personal family details that are not for public consumption. I will only say that my dad is the GREATEST dad that ever lived. He's also the handsomest, and I love him more and more each day.

I also am very happy living with the enigmatic, handsome stud, Lt. Col. Robert Andrews, who has retired from the United States Marines. Semper Fidelis. I love how open minded and wild Robert is. Let's just say that Derek and Rich--and one other person who shall be nameless--have been welcomed with open arms at our lake house.

The End