Power is a complicated thing. I remember being a child, and realising that my father was someone you shouldn’t mess with. After completing his service in the military as a corporal he became a personal trainer, and later would also take on the role of being our local high school football and wrestling coach. We were very close, and though he had a lot of commitments, he always made time for me. We would go to the county fair every summer, and one year I ran into a school bully. He just couldn’t help but target me when I left my parents for a quick second to use the bathroom. I heard his familiar voice behind me, and was reminded of the last time he cornered me in a school restroom. I started running from the fear that here, unlike at school, there was no adult here whose job it was to keep me safe. As I turned the corner, vision blurred from my fearful tears, I ran into my dad, thudding my head against his punching bag of a thigh. He was a smart man. He knew something was wrong, and looked up to catch my pursuiter tailing me and coming to a screeching halt. His father came from around the corner with a look of absence on his face, drunk, and careless. “Boy, you ready to head home now er wut?!”. He looked over, saw the angry look on my father’s face, and immediately reacted defensively, shouting obscene things about my father and his “pansy” son. My father placed his hand on my chest and gently pushed me behind him. I remember feeling like a fragile palm sized egg in his massive hand. A feeling of warmth, and safety washed over me, bringing me to a surprisingly calm state of mind. Long story short, he made an example of the boys dad. No, he didn’t beat him up. He embarrassed him publicly, berating him on his lifestyle, and lack of parenting skills leading to his child becoming a giant cry for the attention he wasn’t getting at home. Told him he should get a therapist. At the time, I didn’t have a clue what he was talking about, but I’ll never forget the look on that man’s face. He had been reduced to nothing in front of a crowd of people, as if he was a dog being scolded for bad behaviour. He was completely stripped of his manhood. It’s not that my dad couldn’t have completely shattered every bone in the man’s body. It’s that he chose not to, which I admired him for in that moment, and saw as a true display of his power.
My father, Joseph Copeland, is now the CEO of the most successful tech fitness company in North America. He started the company by testing experimental therapies on his own body after living an aggressively athletic life in his earlier years. His health, charm, body, and level of success are sources of envy for everyone he comes into contact with. He somehow manages to outshine, outlift, and outdo anyone else even close to his age. He’s nearly 54 now, and the way people look at him is as if he is who they want to be. I know I do. Watching him talk to people is like watching one of those old Hollywood films, where the handsome businessman coaxes the client into signing the deal, only everything he says is authentic, intelligent, and worthy of a chuckle. He is an absolute inspiration, and an exemplary role model. Perhaps even setting the bar so high that it’s crippling. I used to feel like my highschool girlfriend, Rosie, was only with me because she knew she’d get a chance to be around him.
Back then, when I announced my decision to go to art school, he was so disappointed in me that we didn’t speak for almost a week, but being on the football team in high school didn’t leave me much room for taking space apart from him. During that week he barely acknowledged me. It was the first time I ever felt like a real disappointment. He took it out on me by making me practice drills way longer than my other team-mates, saying that I was doing them wrong, or not fast enough, and making me redo them. I, of course, didn’t argue with him, because I really wanted this tension to be over between us, and I also really needed his help with paying tuition. One day he made me run laps after everyone had left, and said that if I didn’t do it, I wouldn’t be eating dinner. I remember going into the locker room after I was done, and sitting down on a bench to rest. My shins hurt down to the bone. The more of my uniform I removed, it seemed the more my bones had room to release all the pain they accrued from my torturous training. Exhaustedly, I took a drink of water from my water bottle, and noticed out of the corner of my eye, my dad through his office window coming out of the coaches showers. His body looked like boulders sculpted by a renaissance master sculpter. Water dripped down his body causing the hair on the backs of his shoulders to glisten, tugging my eyes along as it ran down between his perfectly swollen musculature and through the fuzz on his lower back. I couldn’t peel away my gaze. Something else completely had taken hold of me, and I began to feel my penis throb and swell. As he turned around he saw me, and yelled “Hit the shower kid, we’re having prawns tonight!”. As I began walking toward the showers, he added “-and better make it a cold one!”. I tried to act like I didn’t hear him as I covered myself up with my towel. I hung my towel up, and quickly turned on the water, standing a few feet away and holding my hand out to wait until the temperature was just right when I noticed someone under the corner shower. He noticed me and emerged from under the falling water, wiping soap suds from his closed eyes. I tried to do something about my little predicament, and made a swift move with my other hand to cover up, but thought hiding it might be too obvious, and before he could open his eyes I accidentally slapped it. His eyes landed directly on my jiggling boner, and then straight into my eyes. It was one of our linebackers, Martine Guerrero looking right at me with rage in his eyes. I looked around nervously, hoping someone else would still be packing up and might save me from the beating I was about to get. In my head I prayed that this guy didn’t mop the floor with my shattered skull. Before I could look back over to him I felt a warm, wet, softness envelope my cock. I was engaged in what would be my first sexual experience with a guy. It was way better than Rosie could ever make me feel. It was like he just knew exactly what to do, where to place his tongue, exactly how much and where to suck. He was careful...and indulgent. The squeaking and slam of the coaches office door closing sent us shooting into our best impressions of high school boys nonchalantly showering as my dad passed by fully dressed, lugging with him a giant bag of equipment. “Hurry up, I have prawns defrosting, I don’t want them to spoil!” he yelled as he walked swiftly past us and through the exit door. After a moment of complete silence, and nothing but the sound of water beating the floor I looked back over to Martine to find him pressed up against the wall, lathering up his perfectly round, surprisingly hairy mounds of muscle behind him. He looked back at me and I instantly pounced on him, unleashing the fury of my pent up sexual frustrations. I pounded away at his hairy ass until I burst a huge load inside of him.
At dinner my father continued to give me the silent treatment. I didn’t get it, and didn’t know how to start a conversation. Just when I stood to take my plate to the kitchen, he finally spoke. “Hey bud, I know this is awful, and I don’t want this to go on any longer… I’m overreacting, and I’m sorry. If you’re really serious about this whole art thing...maybe we can discuss it over summer break when we go to the cabin.” What an asshole…’art thing?’ Just because he doesn’t personally know anyone that’s making a living off of their art doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen all the time. And if he actually paid attention to me, he’d see that I really had a shot at being successful. Everyone at my school, and even other schools, knew me as ‘the badass artist guy’. Here I was thinking that my father was seeing me for who I am my whole life, but all he saw was what he wanted me to be. The potential to carry on his legacy, which at the time was nothing more than his military honours, and sports trophies. Hearing him say this reminded me again of that poor kid’s dad at the county fair. I felt invisible, and diminished. Not able to bring myself to speak, I gave him an affirming nod, and some kind of sound came out of my mouth. As I went up the stairs to my room I looked back at him sitting alone at the dinner table in silence. Probably wishing mom were still around for him to consult with. She was always the one person either of us could go to when something wasn’t going right.
The end of the school year snuck up on us very quickly, and summer vacation was in full swing. Dad and I used to go on these cabin trips every year, just the two of us. He bought a cabin upstate with his personal training income which wasn’t much, but he really poured himself into it and turned it into a special place for us. Once mom left it became even more important to him as we didn’t have any other family in the state and dad believed that we would need to build a stronger bond, probably fearing that I too might someday leave. Come to think of it, his reaction to my college announcement was probably more due to that than his aversion to my career choice.
Once we were at the cabin old memories started rushing back of all the lessons I learned here. How to fly a kite, swim, fish, chop firewood, catch a football… My dad may have spent his resources building this cabin, but his time was definitely spent on building me into a man he could be proud of. I could understand how shattered his dreams of me might be knowing I wasn’t going to follow in his footsteps.
We arrived just before sunset and as we pulled into the lot, the sky’s reflection on the lake behind the cabin welcomed us with a sparkly warm glow. I looked over at dad to find him looking back at me knowingly. His eyes gave a golden twinkle that almost made my heart melt. He bursted open the driver side door and sprinted toward the lake stripping his clothes off somehow without losing speed and dived headfirst into the water. It was a tradition of ours, we’d race to the lake and swim naked in nature, howling like two wild wolves. But this time was different. The tension between us was still there, and based on what happened the last time I saw him naked, I wouldn’t want to be alone with him, wrestling around in a lake...would I?
I unloaded the car while he splashed around joyously. As I set down the cooler in the kitchen, I could hear the low thrashing sound of his feet hitting the surface of the water as he breast stroked further out into the lake. The sun was directly above him, creating what looked like a river of golden light running right through him. I could see the light hitting every contour of his musculature. His shoulder blades lifting and shifting his upper back muscles, splashing glowing water onto his furry, chiselled ass. I felt my boner touch the kitchen counter and woke from my daze, continuing to unpack and prepare for dinner. I knew the old man would be pretty hungry after his swim so I started up the fire for some kabobs, and started chopping some veggies. I liked listening to music while I cooked because it helped me focus, so I didn’t hear my dad come in. In his classic manner, he snuck up behind me and lifted me up with a big bear hug, still soaking wet, and completely naked. Feeling his muscles squeeze my body, and his soft, plump cock press up against my ass through my gym shorts I almost instantly got hard and felt my butt hole pucker up. I shook my headphones off as I yelled at him to put me down. “Dad, I’m holding a knife, you need to be more careful!”. “You’re cooking me dinner, and I didn’t even have to ask! You’re the best!” He said as he grabbed a towel from the bathroom which I thought he was going to use to dry off, but he jaunted through the kitchen, grabbed a beer, went out back and spread it on one of the beach chairs, plopped himself down and said “It’s gotta be in the high 70’s out here, it couldn’t be any more perfect! Let’s eat outside.”. I took my shirt off to let it dry by the fire and set up the skewers to roast. He had set up another chair for me next to his, and in the cup holder was a freshly cracked-open bottle of beer. He was staring at me, waiting for a reaction. “Wow dad, underaged drinking, you know this might make one question your parenting skills.” I said as I took my seat and lifted my beer from its holder. “You’re 18 now bud, in my book that makes you an adult.” He clinked our bottles together and both of our beers started to foam uncontrollably, shooting up and spilling onto us. We laughed it off and I removed my beer covered shorts to wipe myself off with. “There you go boy, now we’re in nature, just the way we’re meant to be...aren’t you gonna do me too?” Looking down at the beer covering his chest and belly hair, dripping down onto his thigh. I started to pat him dry, as he continued to talk. “You know, I’ve had a lot of time to think about this whole...art career”. I could feel myself beginning to get hard again as I felt his hard muscular stomach through the cloth of my shorts, and couldn’t help but sneak a peek at his manhood. ”...and I think that if it’s what you’re really passionate about, then you should pursue it.” I looked up at him as my hand came to rest on his thigh. “Thanks dad, I’m glad you know how important it is to me to have your support…”. I continued to sop up the beer that had now gone between his legs, and into his groin. My hand mindlessly followed, and I could have sworn I saw his shaft flex, and begin to plump. “You’ve always been a sporty, physical guy, and your career has taken you on the path you’re on. I’m thankful for the ability I have to take care of my body and health, and I’ll always use what you’ve taught me, it just won’t be my career.” He lifted his head, sniffed the air and said “And if you burn those damn kabobs you won’t be making it as a chef either!” We sat there as the sun disappeared behind the mountains and the moon peeked from behind a cloud, eating our meat on sticks, drinking beer, hanging out naked. A now grown wolf pup and his alpha.
That summer solidified a mutual bond of respect that we intended to keep for the rest of our lives. But one day, in my final year of art school I got a phone call from a friend. It was Colton Boyd, my old woodshop and sculpture teacher from high school. He was a great mentor and encouraging force behind my budding creativity back then. We continued to stay in touch throughout the years. He sounded excited, and had some big news to share with me. “Wow man, I just heard your dad’s podcast. It’s amazing! How do you feel about all of this? I mean, has he tested any of this stuff on you? I had no idea!”. And to be honest, neither did I. For a moment I thought that maybe he had the wrong number. Confused, I asked “Mr. Boyd, what are you talking about?”. “Colt! Call me Colt, I ain’t your teacher anymore son.” He said in his low southern tone. “That father of yours is a genius. Who knew he had as much brains as he does beef on his bones! Every angel investor in the valley is trying to buy into his company. He just created some kind of ice therapy cream that speeds up muscle growth. He’s got major athletes vouching for him and everything!”. I was completely shocked...podcast? Company? Ice cream? I guess while I was busy working away at becoming the next Calder, he must have found use of his free time. After I left for school he decided to quit coaching and invested his energy into developing his fitness business. He was, in a way, gaining a level of success that I thought I would have in another year. Yet again, setting the bar. I had my grad show to prepare for, and was working on my biggest work yet. A glass mobile that incorporated 3D projection mapping to create a moving light painting. It was an ambitious project, and I needed a learned eye, and an extra set of hands to help me finish. “Wow...that’s some big news. I guess he and I have both been busy. Like father, like son I guess.” I tried to segway. “Speaking of busy, how’s that thesis project coming along?” Mr. Boyd asked. I could always count on him to have my back. “Well Mr. B-...Colt, I’m really glad you called, I could use a fresh pair of eyes, and some extra elbow grease if you’re free this weekend.”
Colt showed up to my apartment, a four hour drive from our home town. He was wearing his signature cowboy hat, buttoned up grey flannel, sleeves folded, and a pair of dark jeans that showed off the contours of his healthy farmer’s physique. I could tell that he’d been working on the farm a lot from the fresh tan he was sporting and the sun bleached hair covering his forearms. He hadn’t aged at all. Still just as handsome as ever, probably in his mid 40’s now, and starting to show some salt and pepper hairs just peeking through his shirt collar. He was generous enough to offer his whole weekend to help me finish my project, and so I offered to make him dinner and to let him sleep in my bed, and I’d take the couch. It was the very least I could do.
After a long day of work on Saturday we settled into my place with the windows open hoping the summer breeze would cool us off. We cracked some beers and Mr. Boyd immediately unbuttoned his shirt half way, revealing a hairy, sweaty, muscular body. Toned and ripped from years of hard manual farm work. After dinner we got caught up on life. I always loved talking to Mr. Boyd. He treated me with a sort of warmth that made me feel understood, like we had been friends for an entire lifetime. After dinner I told him about my breakup with Rosie, and we chatted about the inevitable end of long distance relationships which brought me to the question of his romantic life. I’d always noticed that he never wore a wedding ring back in school, and thought that maybe he didn’t want to damage it in the wood shop. “Oh…” He paused, and his eyes averted down to his hands. He looked up at me as he removed his hat, and placed it gently on his knee, then ran his hand through his dirty blonde hair before laying his arm on the table, leaning in, looking me in the eyes, and saying: “I’m gunna be completely honest with you, seeing as you’re a grown ass man now, and I’m no long your teacher.” His voice giving a low crackle as he quieted his speech. The beer seemed to have brought out his southern accent.“Yah, we’re friends Colt. You can be honest with me.” I agreed. “I’m glad to hear that son. You see...I’m a man that likes other men. I’ve never been married, because to be honest, that don’t work for me. I’m married to myself, to my work, and the farm. As far as romance goes, well, that’s what my friends are for. We’re a big friendly group of free lovin’ queers, and most people wouldn’t find that acceptable. That’s why I kept it a secret all this time. If word got out, I would surely lose my job.” I understood completely. Working as a public school teacher, I could see how that could make someone feel the need for secrecy. But we were far from that school now. “Well then Colt…” I said as I leaned in closer. “I’m glad that you call me a friend.” And just as I finished my sentence he leaned in and kissed me, and we stood up coming into a full embrace, kissing slowly, and deeply. I let my hands enter his shirt and could feel the rough hairs and the ridges between his muscles still damp with sweat. He paused for a moment and said “I’ve wanted to do this for a very long time.” I picked his hat up off the ground, and placed it on his head, letting my arms fall around his neck and said “Then let’s get to it…”. Which seemed to free something in him that took over, pulling me in close by the waste and wrapping himself tightly around me.
Just then, my phone rang. It was my dad, and I never missed a call from him. All of a sudden the news of his success came back to my mind, and I quickly answered. Colt seemed to shy away from me, and looked embarrassed or disappointed as he took a seat on my couch but I’m sure he understood. “Hey bud, how’s everything going?” Dad greeted me. Oh, you know, just making out with my old woodshop teacher, how about you? “Things are good, just chipping away at that BFA. Have you decided who you’ll be bringing to my grad show next weekend?”. Silence. About 4 full seconds of it followed by a disappointing sigh. “Aww...buddy, I’m so sorry. I forgot all about that. I was calling to tell you that I’ve been invited to a dinner hosted by the national fitness association to receive an award...I guess I’ve just been so busy. I’m sorry, I forgot to fill you in, it’s just been so…”. My heart sank. “Busy, ya I get it. Mr. Boyd’s here helping me out with my final thesis, and he filled me in on your latest venture-”
“Mr. Boyd…?” Dad interrupted. He and Mr. Boyd used to butt heads when they worked together because my father felt like his toes were being stepped on. I suspect some jealousy and resentment over my connection with Mr. Boyd due to his encouraging attitude toward my creativity.
“Even after all these years, he’s still there for you when I’m…” He continued. “-I’m happy for you dad, it sounds like a good progression for your career...”
I interrupted. I didn’t know what else to say. As narcissistic as my dad can get, I knew he still cared for me, but missing one of the biggest days of my life to receive an award for something I had no clue about made me feel like an absolute stranger. Like I had become just an afterthought. A side character in his big epic adventure. Maybe that’s how mom felt too. “Bud, I’m really sorry…” He said, trying to reverse the damage that he knew he had inflicted. “Hey dad, I’ve got Mr. Boyd here and we were just...catching up. I should let you go. Maybe we can talk about this later.” I said trying to end the stream of disappointment coming through the line. “Ok, well good luck with your project, and tell old Colt I said ‘Nay’.” I ended the call before he could say anything else. I stood in silence processing everything and almost forgot that Colt was there when he said to me “Hey Bud...I’m sorry. I can leave if you need to be alone-”.
“-Absolutely not!” I cut him off, and took a second to cool my anger. “If there’s anything I need right now Colt, it’s a friend...a friend exactly like you…”.
And as I walked toward him he stood and opened his arms letting me land my body against his. We kissed even harder than before, barely leaving space for air between us. We ripped ourselves out of our clothes and headed to my bed, but I made him keep the hat on. He had the body of an olympic athlete with long sleek limbs, and sculpted muscles. We enjoyed exploring each others bodies visually for a moment. I swooped in to kiss him on the pelvis, just where his tan line ended and the indent on his oblique muscles began. He ran his hand through my hair, holding the back of my head and ran his other hand down the middle of my sweaty back down toward my tailbone as I continued my trail of wet kisses up his body landing on his nipple. His entire body seemed to convulse and an electric buzz. He uncontrollably pulled my head into his chest, and I continued to suck and polish his nipple with my tongue. It drove him wild as I could tell from his thick, uncut meat now poking me in the chest. I could see the thin string of precum stretching off of my pecs. “Well I guess you found my sweet spot.” He said with a chuckle as he caught his breath. “Sweet for you, or sweet for me?” I said as I wrapped my hand around his cock and gave it a nice squeeze. I gently placed my tongue on the tip to get a taste of his pearly juice and he let out a low humming sigh that vibrated onto my tongue which sent me shoving my open mouth over his cock, and he groaned louder as I let his foreskin caress my tongue. I sucked and kissed his cock, feeling his body press against my face in a steady rhythm. His hands explored my body, and I could feel his strong grip massaging my sore muscles as his fingers traced the contours of every curve until one hand made it’s way all the way down my back, and I felt a gentle tickle on my hole that sent an jolt of pleasure through my body. He lifted me by the shoulders and then took my body in his hands, throwing me around in a circle, landing me on my stomach, and then pulling me by the hips, bringing my ass closer to his body. He teased my hole with his juicy, dripping, uncut dick and then backed away. I looked behind me to see what he was doing, and felt another pull of his hands on my hips, and this time another sensation. A warm, wet, soft brushing of my hole as he slowly indulged in its taste. “Well I think I found your sweet spot boy...and It’s definitely sweet to me.” He said in his drawl, which had now become stronger. He pulled in again and this time wrapped and suckled his mouth around my hole and flexed his tongue, letting it enter me and he started to moan that low humming sound that permeated through my entire body. My body seemed to relax and move on its own as he took complete control and flipped me back around onto my back. I licked my fingers, and reached for his nipples and he fell forward landing his hands on either side of me on the bed. I continued my exploration of his muscles, feeling every part of his body, deeply inhaling the scent of his musky armpits and neck. His cock was again teasing my hole, making it wet and slippery with precum, and I wriggled my way onto it, gyrating my hips to position his member right in the center. He felt me doing this and paused, looking me straight in the eye. “...Are you sure?” he asked caringly, and I replied “I’ve wanted to do this for a very long time…”, and shifted my hips down, letting his cock slide inside of me. We fucked for what felt like hours. Tossing, and wrestling each others bodies into all kinds of positions, rarely losing eye contact, or our grasp on each other’s sweat dripping bodies. I’ll always remember the time he showed up for me in ways my father never could. And the way his hairy chest and stomach felt against my back as he spooned me tightly throughout the rest of the night. My body and spirit overflowing with his essence. Just what I needed.
After that day my father and I really started to drift apart. For me it was a matter of emotional survival, but for my dad, I think it was just a product of his self absorption. I barely heard from him anymore. If there were any contact, it was usually me making the effort. Conversations didn’t last long, and I always felt like I was holding him up from whatever else he was doing while on the phone. I get it, big CEO taking care of business, being important, having places to be and investors to answer to. I knew it had something to do with Colt. Maybe knowing that I had an active male role model in my life was the first thing that ever made him feel inadequate. One weekend he called me out of the blue. Apprehensively, I answered. Hoping that nothing was wrong. “Hey Bud, It’s dad.” He sounded pretty happy and carefree, his old self. “Sorry I haven’t been very... present lately, but I’m sure you’ve heard by now. I’ve hit Fortune 1000.”. As much as I wanted to not celebrate that, I must admit, I was pretty damn impressed. Proud even. “Wow dad, that’s incredible. If anyone could do it, it’s you. And don’t worry, I understand. I mean, I’m pretty busy too.” I said, not expecting him to inquire anything about my life. “Well I know, I follow all of your social media you know. I’m pretty with it…’fresh’? Is that what they’re saying now. Anyways, I was hoping that you might have some space in your schedule to do a commission for my new headquarters. I thought that since we’re already a week into summer we could take some time at the cabin to catch up, and maybe brainstorm ideas. Maybe...you could bring old Colt along.”. I was definitely taken by surprise with this one. First, he wants a commision. Second, he wants to ‘catch up’ at the cabin. And then he wants to hang out with my...lover? “Well, why would I invite Colt along? Wouldn’t that be a bit awkward? Don’t you think maybe it should just be the two of us? I mean, that’s kind of our special place” I suggested. “Ya Bud, you’re right. I think it’ll be really nice. Maybe just like old times if I’m not too late.”
I told Colt about it the next weekend. I usually spend my summer weekends helping out on his farm in exchange for using one of his barns as a work space for my large scale prototypes. It was a good working relationship. He chuckled at the thought of the three of us alone at a cabin for a week. “Well I’m sure we’d end up all kinds of sore by the end of that week. Man, that sure would take me back...your dad was quite the stallion back in the day. ‘Big Jo’...”. He grunted. ”... Although I must say, he’s looking better now than he ever has!”. I didn’t know how to feel about my lover sexualizing my father and I in the same thought. It felt a bit disgusting, but I can’t say I haven’t had some wild thoughts myself. “Woah man, that’s some imagination you’ve got there. And what do you mean by that…’stallion’? And why did he tell me to tell you he said ‘Nay’? What’s with all the horse jargon?”. Colt let out an enormous belly laugh and began to blush. It didn’t take me long to put it together. “Wait…” I thought outloud. “Yup...Bud, Jo and I used to get it on back in the day. Hard.”. I was dumbfounded. All I could see in my head was Colt getting pounded by my dad in the woodshop, or in the heat of the dark, sound proof kiln room. It definitely turned me on. I hadn’t thought about my dad in that way in a very long time. Not since the last time we were at the cabin. I missed the warm feeling of his embrace. His muscles pressing into my body, squeezing from all directions like he might burst me open. “Well...Your dad’s the one that gave me the name ‘Colt’. He said my body reminded ‘im of a show horse, an’ I was hung like one too…”. He said with a cocky over the shoulder smirk that instantly brought me back into the room and out of my head. “He used to set up the wrestling mats in the storage room, and light candles. He always had some new rope, or leather apparatus. He was very romantic-like, very fun”. He started to explain. “Ok, no...you can just stop there, I really don’t-” I bursted, and with his sexy little chuckle, he said “You know, your pa is a very open minded man. You may think my little cabin in the woods, trio scenario, daydream-bullshit might be bonkers, but...I’m not so sure he might.” I continued working in silence, not really sure how to react to everything I had just heard.
It really got me thinking. Maybe there was actually more to my father than I thought? Maybe I was right to allow myself to detach. Who knows what other secrets he was hiding? I felt like all of a sudden he was a complete stranger to me. I decided that I would go to the cabin on my own, just me and dad. I had a lot of questions for him, and I wanted answers. I needed to know if we could actually sustain a relationship. Being treated like you don’t exist by the most important man in one’s life can have a major impact on one's self esteem. I knew that if I could move forward with my life, whichever direction it took our relationship, I’d at least have what I needed, or could look for it elsewhere, and stop expecting anything more from him.
I showed up to the cabin mid morning, planning to get a head start on cleaning the place up, and preparing enough firewood for the nights ahead. The clouds were still dissipating, leaving rays of sunshine just on their tail end of fading away, beaming onto the lake. Birds were singing, the air was crisp and warm. It was perfectly peaceful. By the time I finished my chores the sun was beaming down, and the shade from the trees around the lake did little to protect me from the heat. I was a sweaty mess. I figured I still had plenty of time to kill before my dad showed up around sunset, and decided to take a dip in the lake. I hung my clothes up by the back door, and walked across to the water barefoot, and completely naked. I don’t think I had ever felt more like a man in my life. Chopping firewood, walking around in my birthday suit surrounded by wilderness, feeling the light breeze in the most perfectly delightful places. The water was cold, and it woke me right up. I walked in as far as I could, until the water’s surface brushed past my hardened nipples which glowed bright pink in the sunlight . I took a moment to soak in all of the sounds, and sensations of being one with nature. Allowing myself to let go of my body, relaxing completely. As I floated there, I could feel the warmth of the sun kissing my body all over. The sky looked like a giant bed sheet that had been thrown over me. I awaited its fall, and opened myself up to it’s approaching soft contact. The trickles of water, and the hum below the surface filled my ears. For a while, I felt like I was floating in space. Not a thought in my mind, just existing. The next thing I knew, I was floating higher and higher, until I was out of the water, hovering above its surface. Somehow I remained perfectly calm, as if I expected something magical to happen, and here it was. So I guess magic and levitation are a thing. “Well damn...I was gonna throw you into the water, but you look so damn peaceful!” a voice said quietly from below me. I felt myself lowering back down slowly into the water, still not quite sure if I was awake or not. Two massive arms made their way around my shoulders, and a lusciously scruffed mass of muscle pressed against my back lightly scratching me with a tuft of wet fur. A face pressed against mine and brushed my ear with the hairs of a thick mustache. “I spoke to Mr. Boyd...I’m sorry you feel like we’re strangers.” Though he was speaking as softly as he could, the deep vibration of my father’s voice carried through my body. I could feel that he was being honest. That he truly was sorry. I took his arms and pulled them tighter around me causing our bodies to make an attempt at combining like two water balloons pressed together. I could feel his gorgeous manhood swell and lay itself along my tailbone, grazing my lower back. He nuzzled my neck, burying his face below my chin and squeezed me harder. It was as if our bodies were speaking to each other. My back arched, and I allowed my puckered hole to rub against his shaft and he let out a moan that resonated through me, all the way to my toes. I felt his mouth wrap around a section of my neck as he began to kiss me slowly. Sensing some hesitation, I took one of his hands, and placed it on my chest, his fingers naturally finding their ways around my nipple, pinching gently between his meaty fingers. He responded instantly, gently grazing it with his rough fingertips, mightily awakening my phallus. He looked down to see it breaking the surface of the water, and was taken by surprise. Taking my hips in his hands he turned my body toward his, and pulled me in close, our faces touching, eyes just inches apart, looking deeply into one another. “Are you sure you’re ok with this?” he asked, and I responded with “If we’re to remain strangers, and go our separate ways, I’ll need one last great memory to remember you by.” which for a moment gave him a solemn look. He averted his gaze for a moment to think, and looking back at me said “I understand Bud...I just want you to know that I love you, and I’m sorry our lives have taken us in such different directions.”. I looked at him with compassion in my heart, and said “This is a direction we can go together...”. He smiled a warm smile, and looked at me with admiration. “You’re a man. You’re a real man.” He replied, as he looked at me the same way I used to look at him. Like he saw the world in me. Lifting me with ease, he slowly walked us toward the cabin taking careful steps. Grasping me by my butt in his strong hands, and kissing me deeply while the tip of his hard dick teased my puckered, eager butthole. As he slid the back door open entering the living room, he looked behind him to see the couch cushions arranged on the floor in a large square, held together by a large fur blanket which was covered with plush pillows of varying size and texture. Tables on either side displayed an array of oils, candles, lubricants, and sex toys. Leather accessories, and metal accents laid in the center of a large spool of black rope on the other side of the room. Small lamps shining warm light were placed carefully around the room so as to create just enough visibility that the contours of our bodies danced in the shadows. “Wow, I guess Colt must have filled you in on a side of me you’ve never gotten to know.” He said as he glanced at me mischievously from over his hairy mass of a shoulder. I responded: “Yup...and I know you can keep a secret too…”.
TO BE CONTINUED...
By Rev D’Aubergine
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