Dad And Son Bonding Ch 6

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

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traced a finger around Dad's nipple playfully as I relaxed on top of him, both of us dozing off in the morning heat. It was one of the rare times we slept together in his and Mom's room. Dad was flipping through the channels with a bored expression with his other hand resting firmly on my ass cheek. I was half asleep myself, not being able to resist Dad's comfortable hairy body, which proved to be a great pillow when needed.

The sounds of various TV programs hung in the air, from sports commentary to not-so-breaking breaking news. I looked up at Dad as I felt his remote-holding hand resting on the bed. His eyes were fighting off the onset of a powerful nap. He's exhausted, I thought. How did I know that? Simple. The man had entered my room last night at around 1 am wearing nothing but a t-shirt, told me he snuck out with the excuse of a midnight piss and that we don't have much time, then proceeded to climb on top of me and straddle my chest before feeding me his lengthy cock. I was barely awake, but I had enough consciousness to blow him properly, although I couldn't take him fully and resorted to nursing on his head and slobbering all over it. I didn't even get to say anything as he grabbed my head and fucked my mouth slowly and tediously, whispering "please" and "I just really need this" throughout.

It wasn't long before I felt his dick pulsate and shoot it load down my throat directly into my belly. When his dick left my mouth, a string of cum made an arc between us as his still hard dick rose in front of my face. I was still really sleepy then, but overbearing musk awoke my own dick and made it tent my boxers, which were my only clothing when I slept. Since Dad's late-night visits started, this has become a new habit of mine, who previously slept fully clothed. It just made everything much easier. I lowered my boxers and started jerking off furiously as I extended my head and lapped at his softening dick like a puppy, eventually taking his soft member entirely and toying with it inside my mouth. He squirmed on top of me, holding back his moans as he ground his crotch into my face. Soon, I felt my own orgasm approach and tugged on his hand. He backed away and lowered his face to my dick before taking it in his mouth. The sudden moist and warm cover pushed me over the edge, and I came hard. He kept his face on my dick until I finished, then got close to my face and hovered above it.

"Wh-what?" I asked, suddenly feeling the power drain from my body after my nut.

He didn't say anything (not like he could) and kissed me, pushing my own cum into my mouth. I was taken aback and swallowed without resistance, accepting the second load into my belly.

"What gives?" I asked, curious how he got the idea.

"It was in one of those pornos you liked." He answered nonchalantly.

Oh, my sweet naive Dad, genuinely learning from porn has to be a first. He kissed me once more, quickly this time, before thanking me and getting up to go back to Mom. I also quickly fell asleep after, my boxers around my ankle and cum dribbling from my dick and mouth.

Mom would've probably had a heart attack if she found me like that in the morning, which luckily didn't happen since Dad came in first thing in the morning and covered me properly when I refused to wake up. Later, when Mom left, he carried me back to their bed and we had a quick fuck in missionary before collapsing on the bed.

Looking at him now, the post-nut bliss seemed to be digging its way into his brain, forcing him to let go and relax against the warmth of my body. Not knowing when we'll wake up if we doze off now, I decided to snap him awake by taking the nipple I was playing with between my teeth and biting down gently.

"Ah- stop." His expression remained the same except for his furrowed brows. His hand game my ass a light spank.

I took this as a challenge and bit down a bit harder. He yelled softly, his body jolting in place, and his face snapped into focus.

"What? Are you trying to see if any milk comes out?" He asked, pushing my head away with his hand.

"Maybe," I replied, licking his palm.

"Ah- jeez, John," He yelled again, removing his hand and letting my head fall back to his chest, before wiping my saliva on the side of my face. "You know that's not where my milk comes from."

"Pervert," I said in a bored voice without moving my head.

"Yeah, yeah, yet you can't stop asking for it yourself, you tiny slut," He smirked, ruffling my hair.

"We can't sleep now," I pointed out.

"Yeah, yeah," he said again, fixing his position to sit with his back fully up.

I also got up and sat next to him. I took his rough hand, which wasn't holding the remote, and held it close, leaving small kisses all over.

"What's up, baby?" Dad asked, leaning his head against mine without looking away from the TV.

"The road trip is tomorrow."

"Yeah? Are you excited?"

"What do you think?" I replied, making us both remember my outburst the other day.

"It'll be wonderful, I just know it."

"Alright, Joseph, give me some of that confidence, please," I had started using his name whenever I could. It hasn't clicked for me yet, but it was a start.

"I'm afraid if I give you anymore, it'll start leaking all over my car seats."

"Or worse, knock me up."

His face took on a puzzled, slightly horrified expression.

"JOKE! JOKE!" I laughed loudly. His inexperience with gay sex was quite funny at times. Obviously, he knew that was impossible, but he probably didn't have fond memories of pregnancies. Realizing that, I gave him a peck on the tip of his nose.

"Sorry, too much."

"Don't worry about it," he said, and grabbed my face with his hand, pulling me into another quick kiss.

"I can't wait," I whispered between kisses.

"Me neither," he replied before diving back in.

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"I can't believe you guys are really doing this!" Mom exclaimed as she stood outside the running car.

We had next to no luggage. Just one bag with a change of clothing for each one of us. I had worn a red dress shit with rolled up sleeves and khaki shorts and white sneakers. Dad was wearing a black leather jacket above a white t-shirt that perfectly hugged his thick torso and biceps. He also wore a pair of old jeans and ranger boots. The whole look screamed 'sexy daddy' and I was all for it. I had to restrain myself from mounting him right there in the hall when I saw him. He seemed to like my clothes as well since he gave me a pretty painful slap on the ass when Mom wasn't looking.

"I honestly thought John was going to change his mind at some point, but here you are," Mom continued, a smile plastered on her face as she looked us over one last time.

"At one point, I WILL start taking offense at your assumptions about me. Both of you," I was trying not to talk to her too much to stop any guilt from forming in my mind. I was pretty convinced Dad is mine at that point, but the secrecy and taboo of it all still weighed on me whenever she was involved. This was one of the reasons for this trip. I was going to embrace this relationship no matter who was there. Just not my Mom, at least not now.

"Well, you guys enjoy your trip. I'll miss you!" She kissed Dad goodbye, to which I winced.

"Goodbye, honey," Dad said, putting on his sunglasses and finally stepping on the gas pedal. And off we went!

It took barely any time to get on the highway. We didn't speak at the start, letting the air rush cool us and clear the stuffy car. I finally broke the silence once the clutter of houses and buildings subsided.

"Starting from now, I'm not calling you Dad and you're not calling me Son," I declared, head resting against the now-raised window.

"As you wish, Son," He said with a smirk, his elbow poking outside as he relaxed his left arm on the open window.

I punched his arm lightly. "I'm serious, I don't want us messing up since I plan on acting all lovey-dovey, alright?" I now sat excited in my seat at his provocation.

"Alright, alright, John. You got it. There will be no more Dad-Son talk. We're just boyfriends now."

"Cool," still not used to his ease with dropping big labels like this, I turned back to the window to hide my embarrassment.

"And since we're on the subject of boyfriends, yours wants to talk to you about something," he said and took my hand in his while the other held the steering wheel.

"Yeah?" I gave up and melted into my seat, waiting for his words.

"What do you plan to do in the future?" He asked nonchalantly.

"Kind of a heavy conversation starter, no?" I raised my eyebrows at the question that came out of nowhere.

"Hey, I've been meaning to ask you about your future plans for a while now," he began, "but we were having so much fun at home I kept putting it off. When you said you wanted us to air out everything on this trip, I figured this is as good a time as it gets."

Future plans. The words echoed in my head as I gazed at him and the scenery outside through the windows. I hadn't thought about this in quite some time. Indeed, we were having so much fun. I finally had a romantic relationship, no matter how improper it was, and it made everything else in my life take a backseat.

"What about them?" I asked him.

"Do you have any?" He questioned me calmly.

"I had been thinking about college," I explained to him, "Not sure what to major in yet. The gap year I'm taking has been nice, but I know it can't last forever."

"Do you hate studying?"

"Not really. I was near the top of my class in school when I was barely applying myself. I don't mind studying hard stuff, but I just don't think it's a good idea to go to college without a solid motivation. A real drive for something."

"Even then, you have to get a college degree to make sure you don't fall behind in life."

"It's not the same as before, D-" I cut myself off then corrected myself, "Joseph," I could see him fighting his smile over my little trip.

"You can be successful without going to college. It's not a must like before." I continued.

"That's a gamble. You're gambling on success, or just any good outcome, without a backup plan. A college degree is a solid base for your career."

"What career?" I asked sarcastically.

"I'm serious here," he sounded like it too, "Even if it's just a random degree, it can help you if you ever need to get better jobs in the future."

"I get it, I get it," I calmed him down, "I'm not against a college degree, I just don't know where to start."

"It's simple. What do you wanna do in the future?"

"As I said, I'm not sure," I pouted, "Whatever the job is, I feel like I'll get bored with it really really quickly. I don't have the passion to power me up for one type of work. The best thing I could think of is games, but even then, I prefer to play them rather than make them."

"Even then-"

"Even then I have to get a job, I know," I finished his thought, "I'm with you on that one, I do need to figure out something. It's not like I wanna be a bum."

The conversation was getting quite serious, but strangely, I didn't find it annoying. It felt so great and refreshing to have such a conversation with my... with Joseph. He was trying to help me, and it was my part as an adult to respond properly.

"Hey," his hand caressed my cheek, "you don't have to figure it out right now. I'm just chatting."

"Yeah, don't worry, I'm glad you're worried about me," I told him, holding his hand on my cheek and bringing it closer to kiss it lightly.

He groaned slightly, which I found weird but didn't overthink, then continued talking.

"But forget the getting-bored part just for a minute. Is there anything you'd like to do?"

I thought for a second before answering. "Probably working in a library."

Dad raised his eyebrows, enough to be noticeable beyond his sunglasses.

"Why a library?"

"Used to go there a lot as a kid, spent a giant chunk of my time after school reading or using their computers. It's nice. The work there, from what I saw, is minimal, and the pace is just right in my opinion. I even volunteered a couple of summers."

"A library sounds like a great place to work! Why not?"

"Yeah, but I haven't been there a while," I tried to remember the last time I went. Probably before COVID.

"I'd like to visit it once we get back," I said to myself.

"We'll go together when we get back," Dad jumped in, "but now, let's focus on our trip. So, a library, huh? Not half bad. You can branch out to many things from there. Plus, if you like easy-going jobs, there are even more options."

"Like what?"

"For starters, my job overseas-"

"Maybe let's not!" I killed it before it came out. We already had enough trouble with that one, I don't think I could mentally handle another round that goes on for God knows how many years. It was a testament to how strong-willed Joseph was that he could even bring it up. Sensing my panic, he quickly changed his approach.

"Yeah, maybe not. How about a security guard?"

"Sounds like a good idea, but it isn't. The hours could be annoying, it's not much of an easy-going job if you think about it, and I don't think I have it in me to fight someone."

"Most security guards I know have never fought someone in their lives."

"Do you know zero security guards?"

"Don't get smart with me," He chided, "then, how about office work in general? Accounting, law, anything of the sort?"

"I think I'd rather watch paint dry. Hey, what did you study in college?"

"IT. It's a bit different now than back then, but the gist is the same."

"Did you like it?"

"Yeah. Didn't need to be passionate about it, but I liked it. It's just a degree, John, not a life sentence."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Yeah, it doesn't need to define your future. You can change majors, drop out, or just not go if that's what you ultimately want, but it's important to consider everything."

I didn't respond as I thought about it, and the conversation died for a while. The weather wasn't that hot today, and the cool rushing air refreshed us.

"So," I broke the silence, "we tackled my future. What about you?"

"Huh?" He furrowed his brows.

"You. Your plans for the future. Do you plan to stay unemployed for now?"

"Oh, that." His expression cleared up. "No, I've been looking around."

"Where?" I raised my eyebrow slightly.

"Nowhere particular. I'm seeing what jobs line up with my needs and wants."

"Any luck so far?"

"Sorta. There are some nice offers, but I don't want to settle for less when I can aim higher for now."

"What were the offers? What's your end goal?" I asked him excitedly.

"Most of them were construction work management, which lined up with my work experience. But I got this offer from a big company for a large-scale agricultural project. What they're offering is alright, but the main draw for me is the project." He answered my inquiries in a rather monotone voice.

"You like farming?" I knew he liked gardening in our backyard, but farming was a different field altogether, literally.

"Not on principle, no. But I do enjoy it from time to time. It's very rewarding if you do it right."

"Can't say I know the feeling, but if you like it, that's enough for me."

"There's one problem."

I didn't miss the slight shift in his tone. He tried to keep his expression from changing, but I sensed it, having grown just close enough during our time together.

"Which is?"

Just the tiniest pause.

"It's out of town."

And there it was.

"How out of town?"

"Out of state."

Silence took over. His entire posture was frozen save for driving motions. I didn't move either, fixing my gaze on the open highway in front of me, barely observing him from the corner of my eye. The information was heavy, but not crushing. I guess I had always mentally prepared for the worst, and this was way below what my mind conjured. I was able to keep my calm surprisingly well as the car's humming drones on. For starters, this is just an offer. It didn't mean anything. No moving truck had been called yet.

"Well?"

Joseph was the one to speak first. His poker face finally betrayed his worry about my reaction.

"I'm not freaking out," I assured him.

"That's not-"

"Listen," I breathed in, "Joseph," it felt weird saying it out loud, almost undermining the weight of my words, but I pushed on, "no matter how much we love each other, it's not like we can stay cooped up in the house latched on to each other. Eventually, whether it's for my college or your work, we WILL have to grow outside our home."

"That said," I continued, "if you feel good about this job, it's not wrong to explore that possibility."

"But what about us?" He asked softly.

"I have to admit hearing you say that makes me want to suffocate you with a hug, but I'll settle for this for now," I said and leaned against him, wrapping my arms around his free arm, "and we're good. You'll love me no matter what the distance between us, right?"

"Always," he answered immediately.

"That's what I thought," I planted a kiss on his cheek, my lips lightly brushing his thick beard, "distance isn't gonna separate us. Plus, it's not the Stone Age. We can still see each other or work something else out."

"I have to say," He coughed before continuing, "you're taking this way better than I expected."

"Did you expect me to throw a tantrum like a 3-year-old?" I gave him a sharp look.

"No, but I did think you'd take it badly," He sounded cautious.

"Such trust is why we're together," I sighed.

"Seriously, are you not worried?" He couldn't help but ask again.

"Are you?" I shot back.

"Yes!" His chest heaved as he let out his emotions, "I JUST started getting used to these emotions, to this happiness. I don't have it in me to start tearing away from it just yet."

I stared at him, awestruck.

"I'm always amazed at how expressive you are..." I muttered before raising my voice and replying to him, "And you won't have to! Do you think I'll just go off with any rando from the street the moment you take a step outside the house?"

"Not like that! But you will want to move on," he said, and I smacked his shoulder, "eventually." He added hastily.

"Why don't you just call me a whore?" I snapped.

"That is NOT what I said!" His voice was agitated, "I'm just saying that you're young and you still have your whole life ahead of you. I don't want you to feel chained down by someone whose time has ended like me."

"Your time ends when you die, which isn't happening any time soon unless you're hiding something from me?"

"No, no, nothing like that. I'm talking about how things are naturally. We have 30 years between us. I don't want you to grow up getting stuck changing my diapers because of an overdue attachment."

"Why, in the deepest pits of hell, are you assuming you'll be wearing diapers?" I was starting to get annoyed with the hypotheticals.

"You should always be prepared for the worst," he said, matter-of-factly.

"Okay, okay," I rubbed my eyes to refocus my mind, "we're straying from the main point. Although we need to address this later, our main point right now is you moving away again for a job."

He nodded.

"And I'm telling you we can make it work. You don't need to limit your choices, just as I don't need to limit mine, as I'm dating you. We're a couple, Joseph, not a political relationship. We can grow alongside each other."

"It's not that easy," he answered dejectedly.

"Then we'll break up," I immediately countered, "but we won't get there unless we try, and I know you still wanna try!"