Dad And Son Bonding Ch 4

// This story is a work of fiction. All characters appearing in it are 18+ of age.

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My phone lit up in the dimly lit room. The time on the screen was 8:02 p.m. I turned off the screen and placed the phone on the small bedside table. Settling back into the bed, I found myself still not used to it. Actually, I wasn't used to the whole room in general. It was my parents' room where my Dad had carried me. Needless to say, I wasn't used to the room, much less sleeping in the king-sized bed with Dad. The feeling was alien, but not repulsive. I found a certain warmth in laying comfortably next to him rather than on my tiny bed, although that one felt more intimate. Instead, this bed had soft white covers and pillows and felt perfect for a love nest.

I inched closer to Dad, who lay on his side, his arm supporting his head while he looked at me. I sat cross-legged facing him, and the silence took over for a minute. We were both still naked except for my white socks. We had agreed we wanted to talk about our future, but it seemed we were searching for a good starting point. I had looked at Dad in anticipation, but he seemed to be holding back from talking, trying to gauge my reaction.

That would have upset me in the past, but I have decided to accept this as part of him and work with it. My wish for us to talk and move around each other normally would only come true if I give it time without getting annoyed. What's more, I was now able to see the love that lay behind the way he acted, making it a bit more endearing. Fine, I thought, I'll go first.

"The biggest thing on my mind right now is: Are we really going through with this? Do you want us to start a relationship? Or do you have other ideas?" I asked the questions directly.

Surprisingly, Dad answered immediately. "I thought I made it pretty clear, John. I wanna be with you, no matter the circumstances," He said with such a natural tone that it took me a second to process what he said and then blush. "This man..." I thought.

"So does that mean that we're... going steady?" I asked, not able to look him in the eyes fully.

"A very old-fashioned way of putting it, but yes," he replied with a smile.

"I'm not the one over 50! Plus, I've never dated anyone before. Can't say I expected my first to be you," I snapped back sarcastically, "Not that I don't love it," and I added quickly with a lower voice.

"Well, you're also the first guy I felt this way about, so in a sense, it's a new territory for both of us." He said encouragingly.

"Which reminds me," I looked up at him, "For someone who isn't into dudes, you knew your way around gay sex rather too well."

I have been thinking about this since the first time we slept together, but he was very competent at guy-on-guy action, to the degree that I doubted he was hiding some of his sexual history. He said he was familiar with it because of his setting, and I took his word for it. Still, I couldn't help but probe a bit.

"What's there to know?" He answered with a puzzled look, "Sex is sex, and all I had to do was take what I know about one hole and apply it to another."

Again, his answer came out so naturally that it surprised me.

"That's a very unexpected open way of thinking," I confessed, "Good thing I keep it clean down there in general. We got lucky."

He shot me a puzzled look, which I didn't understand, then the realization dawned on me.

"You really don't know anything about gay sex, ha?" I was shocked at how well he acted in bed when he didn't know the first thing about fucking a guy. I'll need to discuss the details with him later. As for now, all this made me ask again, "I'm not doubting you, but are you sure you're not bi?"

"I mean, at this point, I'm not sure." He expressed uncertainty for the first time, "Since we're laying our cards out on the table, you make me feel and think things that didn't ever occur to me with your Mom before. I don't know what it is exactly. Is it the longing I had for my Son all these years finally taking hold, or the fact that my own flesh and blood looks so good when his body is on top of mine? I'm not sure, but I am sure I don't feel this way about anyone else, much less another guy."

"I swear, sex must really disable his inhibitions," I thought to myself, noticing the pattern of his relaxed honesty right after we finished doing it. I had to make use of that in the future, hopefully.

"I'm happy to hear that, you know. I don't want you to feel like it's a chore. Like it's your responsibility. You know, us being together," I said shyly as I brought my knees up and hugged my legs, resting my face on top of them.

"You don't have to worry about that. I doubt I'll experience anything like what you gave me with anyone else anytime soon. And I need to experience it again, so you'll need to be prepared. You want this to be a two-way street, right, buddy?" He laughed and started moving his fingers up my leg like they were walking.

"Yes!" I replied excitedly right away, "Yes! That's exactly what I want, Dad! I want this to feel good for both of us."

"And it will," he assured me as his fingers found their way between my legs and reached out to tickle my stomach.

I couldn't help but burst out laughing as my body jolted and fell backward, with my back on the bed sideways. Dad quickly shifted his position so he was laying alongside me with his stomach on the bed, his face looming over me with a big toothy smile as his hands continued to tickle my sides. I started to tear up from the tickling and laughing as I tried to fight him off, but his hands were quick and strong, their roughness further exacerbating the tickling.

"Stop! STOP!" I yelled between fits of laughter, my hands grabbing his forearms and trying to push them away. When I finally got him to ease up, I was able to take a quick breath before he lowered his head onto mine and kissed me gently, pinning my head to the bed.

I melted on the spot. Was this what love was like? Was this how couples felt all the time? My stupid, immature teen brain was getting overloaded by the love and affection I had unknowingly craved for so long. It felt the same as when you realize you're thirsty, and the water right then and there feels heavenly, that no matter how much you drink, it never stops being that good, or you never feel quite full.

Dad broke off the kiss and looked at me. I was motionless and relaxed as I looked up at his dark, warm eyes.

"Do you love me?" I couldn't help but ask what he had already answered.

"I don't think even I know just how much I love you, Son," He answered without thinking.

"I love you, too." The words couldn't be contained in my mouth.

Reaffirming our budding feelings only made the next part harder to start.

"What about Mom?" I asked, my voice unwillingly faltering. We had agreed to put a pin in it at that time, but seeing as our weekend of isolated love was coming to an end, we needed to figure out how all this would work out in the grand picture. Hearing this, Dad's eyes darkened, and I quickly reassured him.

"Listen, I understand you guys have something you still haven't fully worked out. I won't pry if you don't want me to. All I need to know is what you want to do," I said, seeing his eyes focus on me. "Whatever you choose, I'll support it." I reached out and grabbed the side of his face with my hand, my thumb rubbing his beard and cheek.

His expression eased. He grabbed my hand and turned his head to kiss it. "Thank you, John," he said. The reason I'm hesitant to tell you about what happened is that I promised her it'd stay a secret between us. I owe her that much, at least. Maybe we'll solve the whole thing one day, but until then..."

"I see."

"That said, I don't think we should tell her. Let's see how things go for now, maybe we'll be able to act as a proper family for once." His tone was hopeful, and I was, too, to some extent. We weren't going to change overnight, but maybe bit by bit, we would be able to build a better connection between all of us.

"But," there was still one problem remaining with that plan, "How will this work? Will you be sleeping with both of us then?" I asked, realizing as I said it that I may actually develop jealousy towards Mom.

"You don't have to worry about that," He said with - it couldn't be - an embarrassed tone.

"Ah, are you guys not...?" My voice tapered out. I was hesitant to know.

"Not for a while, no," He shook his head.

"I see," was all I could say. Dwelling on the subject was weird for both of us, but at least I got my confirmation. It did make me a bit happy to find out I'm the only one right now.

"What's that stupid grin for?" Dad asked.

"Nothing," I gave him a peck on the cheek, "I just don't like sharing."

"Moving on," I continued after that. "I understand that we're not telling Mom, but how should we act around her?" It would be hard to go back to how it was before. I knew that very well.

"I don't see a reason why we can't act differently. She'll be surprised, but we'll say we hashed things over the weekend and are trying to fix our relationship. She'll probably be too ecstatic to notice anything specific as long as we don't do it in the living room during a dinner party."

I chuckled. "I agree, on the conduct part, not sure about the dinner party sex show though."

"I'm open to ideas," Dad joked along.

"Alright, alright," I laughed, "and what about how we spend our time?"

"What about it?"

"How do you want us to spend our time? Secret sex? Dates? Late-night drives? What do you want to do?"

"Variety is the spice of life," Dad said. "We'll do what we feel like doing. The important part is we're together."

Again, he said so naturally, I couldn't help but roll onto him and knock him on his back as I laid my head on his chest and hugged him tight.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He asked, hugging me back.

"Nothing, everything great," I replied solemnly, "I just can't wait to spend time with you, whatever we do going forward."

He squeezed me harder and didn't say anything, and that's all I needed. The coming days and weeks would be challenging for sure, but we had something worth enduring it for. With nothing but our body heat between us, we embraced each other tightly on the bed, not wanting to let go.

It was late at night, and the heat and humidity had both reached annoying degrees. I could vaguely feel the sweat from our bodies, Dad slightly more than me, starting to spread between us and on the bed since we were still naked. The sensation of hot, sweaty skin-on-skin was honestly driving me wild, but I was also quite spent from the roller coaster of emotions I went through these past 2 days that I just wanted to relax while holding Dad. That said, after a while, it seemed that neither of us was going to sleep anytime soon.

"Wanna turn on the AC to the max and put on a movie in the living room?" I asked him.

"Sounds great, what are we watching?" He asked enthusiastically.

"What genres do you like?"

"Anything that makes you go 'Ah, shit!' is good in my book, but I like movies in general."

"Alright, that doesn't help at all," I raised my brows.

"Pick whatever you think is good, John," He smiled and ruffled my hair.

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As a middle ground, I ended up making Dad choose between 3 movies I picked out.

"We've got Tokyo Godfathers, a Christmas anime movie, Pushover, a noir movie, and Goodfellas." I laid out the options to him as we sat on the living room couch in front of the TV. I was now wearing my black shorts from yesterday and a yellow pikahu t-shirt, along with the white socks. The clothing wasn't tight, but it hugged my body just enough to make me look slightly thicker. Dad chose to wear his old shorts as well, and a red Hawaiian shirt with a green leaves pattern.

"I've seen Goodfellas, so I guess Pushover." He said as he raised his legs on the coffee table and relaxed to the side of the couch. I queued the movie before getting comfortable next to him and raising my legs on the table as well. I covered both of us with the cover I brought from my room and set the AC to its lowest temperature.

"You want popcorn?" I remembered to ask.

"No, but I could go for a beer."

I was getting comfortable, so I reluctantly got up and headed to the kitchen to get some since I had offered. I grabbed a six-pack from the fridge and a bottle opener, realizing I could go for some cold beer as well, and went back.

"There you go," I offered him the open bottle and took one for myself.

"Thanks."

"That'll be 10$," I replied sarcastically.

"Does that include a happy ending?" He asked as he took a swing.

I laughed and settled next to him as the movie started. Pushover was about a cop who is tasked with befriending and tailing a woman whose boyfriend robbed a bank. The story goes on, with the woman figuring out the cop's identity and asking him to kill her boyfriend so that they can run away together with the money. Essentially reluctant, the cop cannot resist her and eventually agrees to the plan.

We watched in silence as the room got more and more chill from the AC, to the point we were completely under the cover except for our heads. I had leaned into Dad at some point during the movie, resting my head on his shoulder as we held hands. This was like a home cinema date, I thought. Not that I'd know what a Date is supposed to be like. It was a normal I left behind when I decided to follow Dad in this relationship, and I did not miss what I did not know.

"I cannot resist you!" the cop proclaimed as he gave in to her offer and kissed her passionately. I could feel Dad's chest slowly rising and falling next to me, and his comforting, warm body under the cover. I guess I knew how he felt. I wouldn't be able to resist Dad either. It wasn't just the weird sexual chemistry we had. Something more profound linked us together. An unspoken longing between father and son. I squeezed into him just a tiny bit harder.

The movie went on, with the cop killing the bank robber, claiming he was escaping, and another cop on duty for trying to interfere and framing it as a suicide. Another cop on the case starts uncovering the truth, so the dirty cop kidnaps another woman and tries to run away with his original woman. The good cop and his superior chase him, and the dirty cop tells his woman to run away before he ends up getting fatally shot. The good cop rescues the kidnapped woman and walks away with her, having befriended her earlier in the movie, while the woman who ran away returns to the dirty cop's side and exchanges a few lovely words with him before being escorted by the police while they call an ambulance.

As the credits rolled, I stretched my whole body to ease the muscle ache that had set in.

"SO, what did you think?" I straightened my sitting position and asked Dad.

"I liked it. The story was surprisingly well written, and the actors are good in their roles. Nothing outright awesome, but quite entertaining." He said as he adjusted himself on the couch.

"Ah, no fair. That was going to be my review."

"Better luck next time, buddy."

We laughed as I checked the time. It was now barely past midnight, and I was ready to call it a day, and Dad seemed to agree as well. I got up and stretched again. Standing there awkwardly for a second, I hesitated about where to go.

"What is it?" Dad inquired.

"I just realized we can't sleep together tonight."

He raised his brows at my words.

"Do you want to?"

"Well, yeah..." I said wistfully, looking down. I felt like a little kid asking his parents to sleep in their bed, "But we obviously can't if we don't want to give Mom a heart attack."

"That would happen if she found us on top of each other in her bed."

"What do you mean?" I asked curiously.

"We can fix something here on the couch," he patted the empty seat beside him.

"It'll be uncomfortable," I said, mulling the idea over in my mind.

"Does it have to be?" he countered.

"You want to do this?" I gulped, realizing he was trying to get me to agree to sleeping together on the couch rather than suggesting it for my sake.

"I don't know when I'll be able to be alone with you again." His words shot right into my heart. "I haven't gotten my fill of my Son quite yet."

I was suddenly made aware of the clothes on my body and his body. The room was cold as fuck from the turbo AC, but I was still feeling a heat rise inside me, causing me a bit of cold sweat. I instinctively moved towards Dad and removed the cover entirely before straddling him don't the couch.

"I see you agree with me," Dad smiled and grabbed my hips with his hands.

I felt my pulse quicken. Every experience with Dad put me quite well above my resting heart rate for better or worse. That's probably why my body felt all weird and hot every time the mood shifted like this.

"I haven't gotten enough of my Dad quite yet," I said, and even swiftly licked my lips as a playful move.

Dad's eyes were fixed on me. We drew closer slowly until I felt his warm breath on my face before we kissed. It was a slow, sensual kiss. No rapid movements, no wild tugs. We traced the shape of each other's lips with our tongues, slow and steady. I felt my breath quicken again. He really took my breath away. Our connection was just so intense. I could tell he was getting worked up as well since his hands squeezed my ass harder. I was starting to get used to his hands' comfortable presence of my ass too.

I grabbed his face with both hands as our kiss got more intense, our tongues slipping inside each other. I squirmed my ass on his crotch as I felt his dick wake up under his shorts. He was naturally big, but the way he swelled was one hell of an experience. "Good", I thought to myself, "I'll give him something that'll keep him satisfied for a while."

I grabbed the hem of my shirt and took it off, throwing it to the side. My shorts were a bit trickier, and I had to get up to take them and my boxer shorts off as well. Fully naked against Dad's fully clothed body, I smiled at him as I massaged his growing bulge through his shorts, the other hand running underneath his shirt. He relaxed his head back, enjoying the service.

The cold air would've made me shiver had the excitement not set my body ablaze. I kissed Dad's neck as my hands pulled at his shorts, sliding them just enough to free his thick tool. I felt it flop spring and flop against my own hard-on the moment the shorts were down and so I ground against it, frotting against him on the couch.

"Ahhh..." A heavy moan escaped Dad's lips, which prompted me to kiss him again.

Unlatching from the kiss, I got down between his legs. No breaks. I wanted to send him into overdrive today. Grabbing his big dick, I looked up at him and tried to look seductively. His eyes never left me as I put my face against the under belly of his dick, nuzzling in and taking in his musk. He wasn't sweaty, but his natural manly scent was still strong. I rubbed my face against it and against his balls. I saw and heard him gasp as I buried myself between his dick and thighs, kissing along his inner thighs and leaving small pecks on his balls and base of his dick.

Dad seemed impatient, his hand grabbing a fistful of my hair without pushing or pulling. That was good, but I needed more. I stuck out my tongue just enough to lick the under side of his dick and leave a barely wet trail.

"Oh my God..." Dad covered his face with his hands, but I wasn't going to let him off easy.

"Dad!" I called out, and he lowered his hands a bit.

"Do you like this?" I asked with a sultry smile as I stuck out my tongue fully and started slapping my face with his dick playfully.