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 Jack And The Much Needed Dad/Son Time By essdubyaeff@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: The following story is entirely fictional and the characters
are not related to anyone or any situation living or dead.  It is a product
of the author's imagination only.  This story involves graphic sexual
situations.  If it is illegal in your area to read such stories or if you
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   The car rode along on the highway, winding through the mountain roads.
Jack Mehoff, a fifteen year old boy, sat in the passenger seat playing his
Nintendo DS while his father drove along listening to the radio.  It was
July and was warm out but no stifling, kind of cool for a July in their
area of the country.  This summer, it had been decided that Jack's father
would take Jack to the cabin his parents owned in the mountain forests.  He
had never been.  Usually, his father would take this trip on his own every
year.  He found early in the marriage that he needed some alone time away
from the family from time to time in order to recharge.  He and his wife
agreed to buy the cabin five hours away from their home and he wold plan a
trip for himself there every year.  His father always came back with a
better attitude on his family after those trips which his wife and son
appreciated.  This was the first time they had agreed that Jack should go
on the trip with his father.  He was excited.  He imagined a lot of fishing
and hunting, sitting around the campfire telling stories, eating smores and
just having a generally fun time.  He was looking forward to it.  Now, as
they turned off the highway onto a dirt road that snaked its way through
the wooded area and up a large hill, Jack put down his DS and watched the
scenery pass by.  He glanced as his father, his gray hair and pointed jaw
showed a sophisticated, fifty year old man who could have easily passed for
thirty.  His father looked away from the his driving to flash a quick smile
at his son.  Glancing down as he turned to look out of the window, Jack
noticed something in his father's lap.  He thought he knew what is was.  He
glanced back again and saw his father's khaki shorts were pointed up like a
tent.  His father had an erection.  Jack's eyes widened with shock and
turned back to the window.  As the trees past by they blurred in his vision
and all he saw was his father's tented fabric between his legs in his
mind's eye.  He looked again to see if it was still there and found that it
was.  Looked up at his father's face and saw he was watching him.  Jack was
caught.  "There a problem, Sport?" Jack quickly looked out the front
windshield.  "No." "It's okay, Kiddo.  Every man gets one." Jack blushed at
that thought but said nothing.  "You know, Jack," his father said, the
wheel of the car jiggling back and forth on the rough gravel road, "Your
mom and I can hear what you do in your bedroom at night." "What?" Jack was
shocked and embarrassed.  "Sure.  It's not like you are quiet about it, you
know.  All that grunting and moaning.  Sound does travel you know?" His
father flashed a smile Jack's way.  Jack slumped down in his seat and
covered his head with his hands, they smelt like hamburger from the
McDonald's they stopped at two hours back.  He remembered the last time he
had jerked off, laying naked on his bed with his right hand moving up and
down his shaft while he looked a the pictures in a Penthouse magazine he
kept hidden in his room and then he thought about his parents at his closed
bedroom door listening in and get hornier and hornier.  His father reached
over and pulled one of Jack's hands away.  "Jack, it's all right.  All boys
do that.  Even the ones that say they don't.  Especially the ones that say
they don't, I think.  That's part of the reason your mom and I decided it
was time to bring you up here this week." Jack didn't say anything for the
remainder of the forty five minutes it took to ride the bumpy dirt road to
the cabin, but he did find himself checking to see if his father's hard on
was still there.  At one point, it seemed to go away but then a couple
minutes later when he looked, it was back again.  He surmised, correctly,
that the jiggling and jostling of the road kept bringing the erection back.
It may also have been the anticipation of what was to come.  For some
reason, Jack's own penis jerked and rose to attention in his pants.  He
turned on his DS again and held it front of his crotch pretending to play
but really hiding his tented cotton shorts.  When they got to the cabin,
the dirt road just stopped right at the front door.  The cabin wasn't a
large mansion or anything.  It was a one room log building.  The one room
had a small kitchen area with a fridge and stove, even a microwave, and
living room area with a small fireplace with two wooden chairs and a couch.
Behind the couch was a queen sized bed which had not yet been made for the
season.  The bed posts were glazed logs like those of which the cabin was
made.  Off to the side, was a small bathroom with a toilet, sink, and a
small shower but not much else.  In the back of the room, was one door
which went out into a wooded area behind the cabin with a fire pit and a
couple of outdoor chairs to sit around the fire pit.  As soon as they
checked the place out, they started to unload the car, putting the food in
the fridge and the cabinets in the kitchen.  They made the bed and cleaned
the bathroom.  Jack's father started a fire in the fireplace.  It wasn't
because it was cold, though at night it could get very chilly, but because
a flickering fire helps set a mood and is a good start to any vacation at
the cabin.  It was always one of the first things he did when he got there
every year.  Once all the work was done, they both plopped down on the
chairs in front of the fire and watched the flames flicker.  The sun was
going down and the flames bounced off walls creating shadows that looked
like Indians dancing around a bonfire.  "Well, Jack," his father said after
a while of silence, "There's something you need to know about me up here."
"What's that, Dad?" "Well, I guess the best way to tell you is to show
you." He stood up and removed his shirt, a button down the front number,
which he threw aside.  He reached in the waist of his shorts and pushed
them down, underwear and all.  Stepping out of them, he stood before his
son nude as the day he was born.  Jack was shocked, his eyes wide in
wonder. His father, at first felt awkward in front of his son like that but
decided it was done and there was no embarrassment in it.  "Up here we are
so far away from civilization, the closest neighbor is over an hour away
and no one comes to this part of the woods.  I've gotten used to going
naked for the week that I'm here by myself every year.  So, if you are okay
with that, I will go naked this time too.  Are you comfortable with that,
Jack?" Jack had only been half listening to what his father was saying.  He
had been studying his father's naked body as he stood there talking.  He
was well fit for a fifty year old.  He worked out every day.  He didn't
have a six pack abs or anything like that, there was still some fat on his
belly, but he looked good for his age.  Jack gazed at his father's package
in particular.  It was covered in long pubic hairs, unlike his head these
hairs were brown and created a fur on the pubic mound that was inviting. 
His father's penis was long and cut, showing a large purple mushroom.  It
was partially erect he could tell but not fully hard.  At least not yet. 
His ball sack hung low and swayed hypnotically to and fro as he spoke. 
Jack was mesmerized.  He never thought that another man's body would turn
him on like this, especially not his own father's.  But here he was getting
turned on by his father's nakedness.  His own cock rose to rock hardness
just because of the situation.  He tried to hide it but his father saw it
in his tented shorts anyway.  "So, Son?  Is it okay?" Jack stammered,
"Um...Yea...Sure." "Okay.  Good." His father sat back down in his chair and
went back to watching the fire dazzle in front of them.  He absentmindedly
played with his cock and balls as he daydreamed into the fire.  Jack went
back to watching the fire too but this time the hardness between his legs
distracted him.  He was trying to both hide it with his hands and push it
to go away but instead found himself stimulating it further instead.  The
head rubbing against the soft fabric simply made things get harder.  "You
know, Son," His father broke the silence, perhaps realizing his son's
predicament, "You are welcome to take your clothes off too, if you want. 
Only if you feel comfortable with being naked with your dad, that is." "No.
I'm okay." Jack fiddled with his groin, pushing the shaft down to his
stomach, and then feeling it bounce back up.  He let out a quick groan,
more of pleasure than frustration.  He thought he had kept it quite enough
but his father heard it and smiled to himself.  "Jack, it's okay.  Like I
said, it happens to every man.  Letting it go is freeing.  Besides, it
feels great in the open air.  This is half the reason I come up here." Jack
noticed his father's naked penis slowly jerking and rising up in his lap as
he spoke.  In no time, he had a flesh pole jutting from his hair forest of
his groin.  "See, " he continued, "Even I get hard ons.  In fact, I get
them quite often." Jack couldn't believe what was going on, couldn't
believe what his father was saying.  "Jack, your mom and I can hear you
every night jerking off in your room.  It's okay.  It's perfectly natural.
Boys and girls do it all the time.  That's why we decided that it was time
for you come up here so I can teach you some things about sex.  It appears
it is time for `the talk'." Jack stood up from his chair then, "Okay.  Here
it goes." He pulled his t-shirt over his head and threw it into the pile of
clothes his father had created off to the side.  Then he pushed his short,
tightie whitie brief underwear and all down to his ankles.  His pale cock,
as hard a steel by that point, sprang free, slapping him against his
hairless belly.  He let out a grunt at that and found himself standing in
front of his father naked from head to toe with a six inch circumcised
penis sticking out from a fuzz covered pubic mound.  His father looked over
him for a bit, admiring his son's body, probably too much for a father for
his own son but he couldn't help it.  Jack began to feel a bit awkward as
his father looked him over like a piece of meat.  His father stood up and
faced his son, their bodies only a couple inches away from each other. 
"You know, Son," his father seemed to stammer over his words, not really
sure how to say what he wanted to say, "Another reason I come up here ever
year is so I can jerk off.  Do you believe that?" "Yea, actually.  I would
do it up here for sure." Jack was starting to talk freely now about things,
which is what his father wanted.  He wanted him to be free to discuss sex,
any aspect of it.  Jack's father gripped his cock and began stroking it. 
In front of his own son, he jerked his cock.  The warmth from the fireplace
made the pleasure feel even better.  Jack did the same then.  He wrapped
his fist around his hard cock, immediately that alone felt great, but then
he tightened his grip and began stroking up and down the shaft.  They
watched the other, in silence except for pleasure filled moans and groans,
and slapping of their fists against their pubic mounds and testicles.  The
sounds echoed off the cabin walls.  Outside, a coyote howled in the
distance but they didn't hear it.  "So," Jack said between heavy breaths,
"You and mom listen to me every night." "Most every night, yea.  It turns
us on something fierce.  We usually have incredible sex after hearing you
shoot your cum and fall asleep." It only took a couple minutes before their
rhythm began to match each other.  By that point, their hands were a blur
of motion at their groins.  Their balls slapped and swayed violently
between their thighs (one pair covered in brown hair, the other pair
hairless and smooth) with each stroke.  They were breathing heavy, that
also in unison.  Jack closed his eyes, his body rocking side to side as his
fist pounded his crotch.  He imagined his parents on their king size bed
with the brass fixtures for head and foot boards, his father between her
spread thighs, his buttocks rising and falling, his mother's moans and
screams of delight.  The image of his parents having sex drove Jack crazy
with lust.  He began bucking his hips forward into his hand, imagining his
hard cock thrusting into his own mother.  "Stop, Son." Jack opened his eyes
broken from his fantasies by his father's voice.  He stopped stroking
himself but help his fingers wrapped around the base of his iron hard
shaft. His father took his hand off his own cock and turned toward the
bathroom.  Jack sat down, his breathing fast and heavy, his heart racing.
"Why did we stop?  I was almost there." He said it with frustration, his
orgasm interrupted at just the right (or wrong) time.  His father, his own
breathing quick, opened a cabinet above the sink and returned with a small
bottle of baby oil.  "The reason we are up here, Jack, is so you can learn.
Controlling your orgasm is the most important thing when it comes to sex.
You disappoint your partner if you cum too soon or before she does.  You
need to control when you cum and that comes from practice." He stepped in
front of Jack and dripped a few drops of oil onto the pink head of Jack's
cock.  The clear liquid streamed down his shaft and matted into the base of
his pubic hair.  His father then sat down and dripped some oil drops of his
own onto his shaft and began to stroke it again.  Jack followed suit.  This
time they stroked their fists in a leisurely motion, slow and steady up and
down movements.  Movement really only designed to keep the hardness in
their erections there and not to bring themselves off too soon.  They
watched the fire as they jerked themselves and talked.  They talked about
sex.  His father went into amazing detail, explaining every position he and
Jack's mother do it in, what brings them off the best, the night they
conceived Jack (doggy style on the living room couch while The Godfather
played on television).  They talked about what Jack liked about sex.  Not
just that it felt good but the type of woman he liked, the girls (and
teachers) at school he lusted after.  Jack told his father about the time
after gym class when he jerked off in the locker room bathroom after he saw
Christine Church's shorts ride up into the crack of her ass.  His father
told Jack about the time in college when he was at a frat party that became
an orgy and how he fucked every member of the Delta Psi sorority.  He made
it clear to tell him he wore a condom for each one.  When he thought as
they were traveling up there about the stories they would tell around the
campfire, they were about ghosts and creatures of the night, stories to
scare you.  He never imagined that the stories would be about sexual
adventures of his and his own father.  All the while, they stroked their
cocks.  Gradually, the more they talked about their experiences, the faster
their jerking went.  At first their fists moved in unison but then they
both began a frantic rhythm and they stopped talking and concentrated on
just getting themselves off which made it so each was going at different
pace again.  This time there was no stopping.  They were going to shoot off
no matter what.  They watched other, breaths fast and heavy, sweating
dripping off their bodies.  The squishing sounds of their oiled hands and
cocks, the slapping sounds of their fists against their flopping ball sacks
filled the room, bouncing off the wooded walls.  They were grunting now
with each thrust.  They were so close and just waiting to see if the other
would shoot off first.  Jack put his legs over the arm rests of the chair
he was sitting in, exposing his entire groin to his father's gaze.  And
gaze he did.  He stared at his son's package as he abused himself.  "Oh
god," Jack said suddenly, "I'm SO close!" Jack's father nodded his head,
"So am I!  Shoot it, Son!" Jack felt the feeling rush up his cock and his
balls twitched.  He let out a loud groaning sound.  His father watched
closely as the head of his son's erection flared up, the piss hole on the
top opening.  And then white semen shot out.  Jack grunted as it happened,
bucked his hips off the seat, his buttocks tightening underneath him, his
head tilted back with his eyes tight in a grimace of ecstasy.  The shot
flew high, higher than his father even thought possible though he likely
shot loads just as high when he was Jack's age.  It landed with a splat on
Jack's smooth chest and then another went flying with Jack grunting once
again.  Jack's father couldn't hold back anymore either.  He announced he
was about to cum and Jack instantly looked at his father's cock in the
chair next to him.  Even as he continued to cover his chest and groin with
his own emissions, he so desperately wanted to see his father shoot off. 
Part of him thought of his father as a non-sexual being and by no means
would he ever jerk off actual cum.  He really wanted to see this mythical
being in action.  His father grunted, much like Jack had done a moment ago
(like father like son), and said, "Oh yeah!" Then gobs of his white cream
was flying through the air.  As Jack's cum was ending, the last of his
semen oozing out like a volcano and dribbling down his veined dick shaft,
his father's was kicking into high gear.  He was firing off shot after shot
into the air, not as high as Jack's but there seemed to be more of it. 
Where Jack's cum shots were individual shots with a second or two interval
in between for recovering and reload, his father's was like a machine gun
firing off short bursts of the creamy liquid and then having a brief second
to recover.  He was shooting three quick rounds, squirt, squirt, squirt and
then take a breath, let out a grunt and the three quick rounds again.  His
father's cum was hitting his chest, catching in his chest hair and hovering
there just above his skin.  It was splattering rounds all over his groin,
matting his pubic hair into a sticky mess.  Finally, it was over and his
father settled back down into the chair.  He had risen his butt off the
cushion while he was releasing and now didn't have the strength to stay
that way.  They both where huffing and puffing, trying to catch their
breaths, their hearts pounding in their chests.  "Jesus!" Jack said as he
stared at the ceiling, trying to get his body to calm down.  His father
chuckled, "Yea.  Feels great, doesn't it?" After a bit, they cleaned
themselves up and exhausted from traveling for hours and having great
orgasms, they laid down to sleep.  They shared the queen sized bed.  Jack
slept through the night, having sex dreams about his parents.  He didn't
awake until just before dawn the next morning, and that was just because he
had to pee.  He slipped out of bed, his father still snoring, and used the
bathroom.  After he was done, he decided he wasn't sleepy anymore and
stepped out the back door to see if he could catch some of the stars that
might be out for sunrise.  When he stepped outside, he remembered he was
naked.  He couldn't believe he'd almost forgotten but the cold air not only
woke him up but was invigorating.  He stood at the door and looked into the
sky.  The sky was clear and covered in stars.  He could see a hundred times
more stars in this empty country than he ever could see in the city.  He
stared at the sky, following the Milky Way across the sky.  He found the
Big Dipper and Orion's belt.  As he stood there, starting to feel the cold
in his core now, a sound to his right took his attention away from the
stars.  It was breathy grunting sound then a sound like two bamboo sticks
clanking together.  He looked but around but didn't see where it was coming
from.  There was a stomping sound following by the grunting sound. 
Whatever it was, Jack was pretty sure it wasn't human.  He walked along the
back of the house to the side and looked around the corner.  Off the side
of the house was a small grass field of about fifty feet that went up to
the woods that surrounded the cabin.  In that field, he saw two deer, a
buck and a doe.  The buck had a large antler rack and was up on the doe's
backside, humping his own back quarters into her.  It was the buck that was
letting out the grunting sound as he rutted against the doe.  The doe just
stood there, her eyes wide and her mouth open, tongue hanging out.  Steam
emitted from both animal's mouths as they worked on their mating.  The buck
had saliva dripping from his mouth.  Both the animals' eyes seemed to look
at Jack and realize he was there but it was too late to stop.  The buck
kept pounding into his doe, his huge bright red deer cock plowing into her.
Jack stood there watching, no longer cold.  He felt his cock begin to grow
watching these two animals fuck in the wilderness.  The buck suddenly
grunted out a loud noise and pointed his nose to the sky.  His hindquarters
became quit bursts of shaking, its white tail flipping and flashing.  The
doe let out a honk and then bowed her head.  The buck slid off the doe's
butt and the two stood there, side by side, watching Jack to see what he
would do.  Jack wasn't going to do anything.  He stayed still, his full
hard on pointing straight at the stars he was just looking at.  He thought
he saw some liquid drip out of the doe and hit the grassy ground and
thought it was the buck's semen draining from his conquest's vagina.  The
two deer flipped their tails and bounded into the woods, disappearing into
the brush.  Left alone, Jack stood there for a moment in awe.  Then he
turned and walked back inside.  He thought he might tell his dad about what
he saw that morning but decided instead it would be a personal moment for
himself.  He got back underneath the covers of the bed, now feeling the
cold and his hard on shrinking quickly, he wanted some warmth.  He quickly
fell back to sleep.  When Jack awoke again a couple of hours later, the sun
was up and the birds were chirping.  He realized he was up against his
father's back in a spoons position, his right arm over his father's side,
his hand playing in his father's chest hairs.  His father was breathing
lightly, even snoring a bit, and Jack knew he was still sleeping.  Then he
felt his morning hardness between his legs.  Jack's cock, hard as rock now,
was wedged between his father's furry buttocks.  He was shocked when he
realized where it was but it felt good, comforting, so he didn''t move.  He
laid there in the morning air for a moment as he became fully awake.  Then
he rolled away from his father and stretched his arms above his head
against the headboard.  "Hey.  Where'd you go?" his father said without
turned over.  His voice made Jack jump, "I didn't know you were awake." His
father rolled over and stretched himself, like father like son.  The bed
covers were tented now like a circus tent, two poles keeping the canopy up.
"Oh, what a night, huh?" his father said.  "Yea," Jack said, thinking about
the mating deer he saw just a couple of hours ago.  Absently, Jack's hand,
almost with a mind of its own and before he even knew he was doing it,
gripped his hard on and began to leisurely pet it.  He father saw this and
reached for his own erection.  Jack saw this and realized what he was
doing. He turned away, embarrassed.  "You okay, son?" "Dad..." he trailed
off.  "What?  You can tell me anything, you know that right?" Jack nodded.
He turned back to his father, who was still slowly, lightly stroking his
cock.  "Dad, I'm not..." "What?" "I'm not gay." His father laughed. 
"Neither am I, Sport.  But it's still fun to jerk off along with someone
else, even a man.  Right?  You had fun last night, didn't you?" Jack
smiled. "Oh yea.  It was incredible." "Then there's nothing wrong with it.
Besides, men need sexual release than women do.  That's why we have the
need to jerk off more often." His father kicked off the rest of the covers
so both he and his son lay naked on the bed.  Jack rolled onto his back
again and found himself stroking his cock once again.  He watched his
father's groin.  He was growing fascinated with his father's penis.  It was
larger yes but it also produced the sperm that made Jack himself, provided
the genes that made up half of his DNA, half of who he was.  "Want to touch
it?" Jack jerked out of his revelry.  Jack reached his left hand (his right
hand being busy on his own crotch) and lightly touched his father's cock.
He traced the vein down from the mushroom head to the balls with the tip of
his index finger.  His father trembled at his touch, letting out a breath
of air.  Jack stopped stroking his own cock as he paid especially close to
his father's member.  He wrapped his fingers around his father's cock and
began to slowly stroke it.  His father reached over to his son's cock and
wrapped his fingers around the base.  Suddenly, before his father could
even begin to stroke his son, Jack let out a loud groan and arched his
back, humping his pelvis into the air.  "Oh shit!" Jack cried out.  His
father felt his son's cock pulsate in his hands and spurt after spurt of
cream shot two feet into the air, splatting on his smooth chest and
stomach. Jack's eyes shut tight, his face a grimace of intense pleasure. 
His father watched it all happen in a shocked, lustful daze.  When it was
all over, Jack's entire torso glistened all over.  His father rubbed his
hand over his son's stomach and chest, massaging the semen into his skin
like a baby oil.  He felt his son's smooth belly trembling after his cum.
Jack breathed heavy, eyes now closed but calm.  "Jesus!" Jack said, "You
barely touched me and I couldn't help it.  Before I knew it, I was shooting
off." His father chuckled, "You certainly came a lot.  I think that was
more than even last night." As his son caught his breath, his father rolled
onto his back and began to jerk his own cock again.  He used the hand he
had been playing in Jack's ejaculate as lubricant.  He stroked up and down
his shaft with a swift, lustful earnest.  Just watching Jack shoot off had
sent his father on to the edge and he was going to cum soon, perhaps the
best morning masturbation he'd ever had.  With the eye of his son intently
on the blur of hand and cock, his father was so close.  He moaned, putting
his feet flat on the bed and pushing his butt off the sheets.  "Oh, " he
moaned, "SO, close." His fist seemed to speed up.  The room became filled
with the chlorine scent of semen and the rhythmic squishing sound of a man
jerking off.  Jack's father groaned and his cock shot off blast after blast
of white cum.  After each shot, his cock would seem to recoil before firing
again, shooting globs of semen which landed with a wet splatting sound on
his chest and stomach, matting his pubic hair, glistening his jerking hand.
And then the power shots calmed down and oozed out of his piss hole in a
lava river down his shaft and fist.  His father let out a breathy sigh and
settle back onto the bed, trying to catch his breath.  "Holy shit!  That
was a good one." "Wow," Jack said, "What a morning." His father laughed,
"We have five more days up here, Dude.  We're gonna have a lot of fun." And
fun they had.  They hiked the trails all through the forest, sometimes nude
except for tennis shoes, sometimes in shorts and t-shirt.  They would walk
down to the nearby lake and swim in the cool water.  One night they even
skinny dipped together in the water under the moonlight.  Jack enjoyed
seeing all the stars.  There were many more than could be seen from their
house in the suburbs.  The weather remained nice all weekend, sunny during
the day, cool and crisp at night.  One day there was a rain storm that kept
them inside for a time.  They played with each other all day that day. 
They jerked off together often that week.  Usually first time in the
morning when they awoke with their morning woods.  Then again in the
evening by firelight.  And a couple times when the feeling came to them. 
Once while they were skinny dipping they jerked each off under the water.
They called it "feeding the fishes" and laughed.  The week was a good one
for Jack and his dad.