Reunited

Chapter 1...

I switched off flight mode on my phone and got up to stretch a bit as I waited for the aircraft doors to open. The last three and a half hours had felt like an eternity but at least that part was over now. I got my backpack from the overhead compartment and checked my phone. As expected I had received a couple messages from my dad James letting me know he had arrived at the airport and was waiting for me at the exit. I took a deep breath and put the phone back in my pocket. 

"So this is it! No turning back now Peter." I thought to myself. I'm 25 now and I haven't seen my dad in the last nine years. I took my parent's divorce as well as you would expect any stubborn 16 year old to. I was angry at both of them and lashed out. Mostly at my dad though. All I knew was that they both had been unfaithful to each other and finally decided it was best to part ways but for some reason I was angrier at my dad. Maybe because he decided to move to another city or maybe because it was easier to be mad at the person I didn't have to see and live with everyday. The first three to four years after the divorce I didn't speak to him at all. To be fair to him, he did try to reach out and keep in touch with me but I wasn't having any of it. After years of being brat, I finally decided to give in and maintain some sort of relationship with him. 

It was awkward at first but we talked a lot over the last few years. He would update me on anything important that happened in his life and I would do the same. After years of texts and calls, he finally invited me to come visit him a couple of months back. I have a stable job now that lets me work remotely and have been doing quite well for myself despite working pretty flexible hours so the timing wasn't bad but then again you could never be fully prepared for a moment like this. 

The doors opened and I hurried to the terminal. It wasn't as busy as I had expected and I got through pretty quickly and got my luggage in about 10 minutes. I slowly started making my way towards the exit. My heart was beating faster now and my palms were getting sweaty. I don't know why I was so nervous. I mean I was just meeting my dad and not some stranger in a dark alley. I finally got out and started scanning around. After a few seconds I saw someone waving and walking towards me. There he was. As he got closer I noticed that apart from some more grey hairs and letting his beard grow out a bit more, he looked pretty much the same. 

For a 48 year old he kept himself in pretty good shape. 6ft 1, big muscular arms, hard pecs and thick legs. He did have a bit of a belly but toned abs seem to be overrated these days. Top all that off with his soft tan, dark hair, crew cut, light brown eyes, viking-esque beard, full brows, and sweet smile he really was one good looking man. If Jason Kelce had a long lost brother, it would be my dad. I wasn't sure what the "etiquette" between us was going to be. Part of me wanted to hug him but part of me wanted to just end it at a handshake. Thankfully he made the decision for me and extended his hand to me. 

"Good to finally see you kid. You're looking good." 

"Thanks! You too!" I replied. I would be lying if I said I wasn't flattered that he noticed I took good care of myself. I'm 5ft 11 and inherited a lot of my dad's good genetics. I'm not overly muscular but I still maintain my athletic jock body from uni days although I have bulked up a bit more since then. I got the dark hair from my dad but got my mom's hazel eyes and I've been told it makes for a good combination. I keep my hair in a spiky low fade cut and keep my beard trimmed and shaped well. 

"The car is down in the parking... you ready to get out of here?" He asked taking the suitcase from my hand. We squeezed ourselves into an elevator with 3 other people. He kept telling me how happy he was to see me and that he had a good time planned for us.

The drive to my dad's place was quiet but not that long thankfully. It was a modest 2 bedroom apartment and my dad had done a pretty good job of making it homey. I noticed he had some pictures of me put up on the walls and that seemed to ease my nervousness a bit. Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all. He showed me to my room and told me to get settled in. 

"I gotta head down to my office for a couple hours and take care of something urgent. It's only a couple blocks away from here and I figured you need some rest before we head out or do anything. Is that okay?"

"Yeah I'll be fine. Do what you gotta do." I replied. 

"Okay buddy, I'll see you in a bit. I have the fridge stocked up so feel free to help yourself." 

I quickly unpacked and checked some of my work emails. I figured I would get two of some of my least favorite things out of the way before I got into bed. I managed to finish up in about half an hour and stripped down to my briefs and threw myself on the bed. I wasn't really sleepy so I just lay there doom scrolling on Twitter when I received a notification on one of the hook up apps. 

"Wow you have a really hot body. New to town? Don't think I've seen you on here before." 

I typed up a reply but thought I would check out his profile before sending it. He didn't have much on there except a couple shirtless pictures of his hairy torso and specifying he wanted to be discreet. I understood since I wasn't fully out except to my close friends so I didn't put any face pics on my profile either, although I usually send one if asked. After staring at his hairy, well defined pecs and very suckable looking nipples for a few seconds I opened the message back up.

"Thanks hot stuff. That's even more flattering coming from a guy with a sexy bod like yours... and yeah I'm just visiting. What're you up to?" I texted back.

"You're too kind but thanks, I try. Oh just doing a bit of work and drooling over your pictures right now. So are you looking for someone to show you around?" 

"I'm definitely interested in meeting but I don't think it's the city you're going to be showing me lol" I replied. At this point I was starting to get a bit chubbed up imagining having my face buried in his hairy chest and sucking on those nipples.

"Yeah probably not. I would meet you right now if I could but I have to attend to some other things. Lets keep in touch?"
 
"Sure thing... but those pictures on your profile have gotten me a little worked up. Care to help me out before you go? Give me an idea of how things are gonna go when we meet?" I asked feeling a bit bold. 

"Well you don't have to ask me twice... I will strip you down first and take a good look at that hot body of yours. Inspecting every curve and every crevice. You seem like the kind of guy who would enjoy kissing so I'll take my time and make you wait for that... it would probably be in my office so I would pick you up and spread you out on my desk once I was done examining that perfectly sculpted body..."

"God he's good at this!" I thought to myself. I was fully naked now. Stroking my 8 inch cock slowly as I played with my nipples. I ran my free hand down my body, feeling it up, and imagining this hot hunky bear worshiping it. 

"...after I have you on my desk, I will take your hard cock in my mouth. Every last inch. I want the first few drops of your precum to hit the back of my throat. I'll then work my way even further down and give your sweet hole the attention it deserves. Tongue fuck you and eat you out right... make your anticipation grow for what would come later on..."

I was leaking so much precum at this point I decided to use that instead of getting the lube from my suitcase. I rubbed it around my cock head and then up and down my shaft... I also took some of the precum and rubbed it around my hole. Fuck, I should have brought some toys with me. I kept teasing my hole and working my cock, wishing I was at the mercy of this big burly man I was chatting with. 

"...Then I will start working my way up. Slowly... teasingly... and I wouldn't stop until you're finally begging me. Begging me to kiss you. Begging me to feel the full warmth of my body against yours and when I decide you've begged enough, I'll finally kiss you... on your mouth... passionately but slowly enough for you to enjoy the taste of yourself on my lips and tongue..."

I was starting to stroke my cock faster now as I fingered myself. They say dirty talking is an art and boy was this man fucking good at it. I didn't know someone could get me this hot and sweaty over text.

"...once your lips are swollen and your tongue is tired, I would finally start stripping down. Making you watch... you don't get to touch... not yet. Then when I see you drooling over the cock in front of you, I'll make you turn over and work my way down... faster this time... more deliberately... and soon spreading apart your hot ass. Diving in there with my tongue again, making you moan and beg as I get that hot jock hole wet and ready for my cock... then without warning and when you least expect it, you'll feel me entering you... all 7 inches. I want you moaning and I want you loud as I fuck you hard on the desk. I want anyone in earshot to hear just how much you were enjoying this... then when your moans are at their loudest, I'll slam my cock against your prostate even harder, making you cum uncontrollably... making you lightheaded and dizzy... and when the last drop of cum falls out of your cock, I will cum inside of you. A nice big load, just for my hot boy. Enough to fill you up but leave you wanting more..."

At the end of the message he sent a picture of his torso and cock... He was right. My mouth was watering just looking at it. I stroked my cock even faster now as I felt the orgasm building up. I took my finger out of my hole and pinched one of my nipple hard. That was enough to do it... I shot thick ropes of cum all over my abs and chest. One spurt even hit my chin. Fuck that felt good. 

"Holy fuck I did not expect that... I didn't know you would get me to shoot that big of a load. Thanks sexy." I replied after catching my breath. 

"Pleasure's all mine stud... although I wish I was there actually doing those things to you. I gotta go for now but will message you when I have something sorted. Can't wait to meet you."

"Yeah no worries... I'm really looking forward to meeting you too. Have a good one."

I put my phone down and took a nice long shower. As I was drying myself off, I heard a knock on my room door.

"Hey kiddo. I see you haven't touched anything in the fridge." Dad asked as he opened the door. "Wanna go grab some drinks and dinner later?" 

"Sounds great. Everything done at work?"

"Yeah everything's sorted for the day. Let me just take a shower and get ready as well."

"Cool... I'll just go to the balcony and smoke after I get dressed."

"Of course... I didn't know you smoked but glad we have that in common." Dad said as he left the room. 

I put on a black linen shirt, navy blue chino shorts, a pair of dark black loafers and headed out to the balcony. After about 20 minutes dad joined me. He was wearing a white polo, brown chinos and a pair of white loafers. I guess "style" or lack thereof was another thing we have in common. He suggested we share a cigarette before heading out and I agreed. 

To be continued...