The handsome middle aged man sat on an old rocking chair on the porch of his small cabin in Union Grove, Wisconsin. The man lost in his thoughts did not hear his son's jeep pull up in the drive way of the cabin. Frank Foster was a 46 year old mechanic who had recently sold his auto shop, taking early retirement. He'd lost his wife some twenty years ago to cancer. Replacing her was never an option . He raised his son, Gordon, alone and watched him grow into an awesome human being. He loved his son more than life itself, more than anyone would ever know.
Frank educated his son, attended church and met his friends down at Kelly's Bar every Friday night for a beer and maybe a game of darts.
Gordon jumped out of his jeep wearing short-shorts and no t-shirt. His devotion to having a muscular body was built from getting beat-up at school when he was younger. Long days at the gym made him strong. As he walked to the front door of his father's cabin, his rust-colored crew cut glistened in the sun. His whiter than white shirtless chest was impressive. He licked his dark pink lips and rang the bell.
When Frank opened the door and saw that it was his beautiful blond-hair baby boy, he instantly pulled him into a bear hug and kissed him full on the lips without abandon. They hadn't seen each since Gordon's graduation.
"What are you doing here? Why didn't you call, son?" He tightened his grip around his son.
"I wanted to surprise you."
"You're spending the weekend?"
"Yea, I got a job, Dad."
"Congratulations. Chicago area?"
"No, that would be too far away from you, Slugger."
"You haven't called me Slugger in years. So where are you moving to son?"
"Burlington. I'll be fifteen minutes away from you."
"You know you can move in here until you find a place. I'd tell you to move in here permanently but I've only got one bedroom. One bed!"
Gordon smiled, "Yes but you have that huge King size bed we can use, until I find a place. I don't mind sharing with you."
"I certainly don't mind either. I'd love to have you here, son."
"So how's retirement going, Slugger?" Gordon asked as he made a whiskey seven and then cracked open a beer for his Dad.
"Overall, nice and quiet. Are hamburgers and homemade French fries okay with you for dinner?"
"You bet."
They sat down on the porch with their drinks. In time Dad lit the grill up and got the burgers going. Gordon studied his father as he cooked. Damn he was still good looking and going to the gym 3 times a week gave him a hard body but then again he was only 46. "Dad seriously some of my friends would find you very hot."
Frank laughed. "Is that so?" He flipped over the burgers. "You wanna eat out here or in the kitchen, son?"
"Outside. I'll get plates and ketchup."
Dinner came and went. They washed dishes together. More drinks and more beer. The wind picked up, a cool breeze came across the lake and the sun began its descend. "Wanna smoke a joint, son?"
"Yes, please. I brought some too." Gordon took a hit and passed it back to his Dad.
"I started growing it myself. Save some money. Keeps me busy."
A small flash of lightning illuminated dark clouds.
"It's going to be awesome to have you living so near."
"I miss you too Dad." Frank leaned in to his son and kissed his cheek. A rumble in the distance predicted a storm was on its way.
Gordon lit another joint, took a long toke and passed to his Dad. The expression on his father's face begged the question.
"What you thinking, Dad?"
"A bunch of stuff, son. You've grown into such a beautiful man. I will never forget the day you came out of the closet and I so admired you for doing so. what strength! I could never have been so bold and so strong."
"I don't believe that." Gordon took another hit.
A light rain began falling.
In the distance another moody clap of thunder.
"I'm gonna sleep well tonight. I fall asleep so fast on rainy nights."
"You got that from me."
Suddenly the rain came down hard. The men ushered into the cabin. "I know it's early, son but..."
"We'll have to do something that keeps us awake a little longer."
The men began pulling their clothes off. Instantly Gordon started laughing at his Dad, "You're still wearing those antique tighty-whities, Slugger!!"
"So what!"
"Oh my God. No! No! I will not have it." Gordon was laughing wildly. Opening his little suitcase Gordon pulled out a soft pair of white bikinis. "Come on drop the 1950s underwear, Dad! Try these." he tossed the bikini bottom to his dad. "Your dick will love you."
Gordon tried pulling his Dad's underwear down while Frank strained himself keeping them up. Frank's old briefs suddenly ripped as Gordon hoped but in doing so he was about to fall ... and then it happened. Father and son's hungry mouths came together kissing each other passionately. Each explored the other's body. Gordon dropped to his knees and sucked his father's huge cock into his mouth. The rain was coming down hard but not as hard as the playful father and son
Thunder, wind and rain developed into a great storm. Frank's mouth and tongue assaulted his son's tight hole.
"If you want to fuck me, Daddy. FUCK ME!"
"Not yet. God, your hole tastes like ambrosia." Minutes passed until Frank planted his badass eight and a half inch cock right up his son's tight hole. Gordon sung out in pleasure! He loved watching his cock sink into his son's juicy hole.
"My ass has never felt this wonderful before, Dad."
"Wait till you feel this," Frank grabbed his son's cock and started whacking it all the while burying his own cock up his son's welcoming hole. "Fuck me Daddy!!"
"God help me, I love your butthole, your lips and your cock."
An hour later, the storm ended. Father and Son fell deeply asleep holding on to each other like lovers.
Don't miss the next Sexy Chapter as ... The Son introduces his boyfriend to his horny Father!
