PART FOUR
The Smoke rose from the grill, on the patio as the juice from the steaks dripped onto the burning coals. The smell of charcoal fluid and meat greeted Heath when he opened the front door. He looked out onto the patio where his dad, in cut-offs and a ribbed, tank T-shirt, stood watch over the grill. He alternated between swigging from the longneck bottle of beer in his left hand, and poking at the embers with the tongs in his right. Dropping his equipment by the door, Heath wandered onto the patio. “Smells good.”
“Hey, there you are. Yeah, they do don’t they?”
“I’ll be right back. I’m gonna go shower real quick.”
“Okay, but hurry up. They’re almost done.”
Heath stripped off his clothes and turned on the shower. He walked over to the window and looked down onto the backyard. He could see his dad rubbing his hand back and forth across his abdomen. From above, the Marine’s shoulders looked even broader and more muscled. Heath felt movement in his dick. He looked down between his legs and watched as his cock slightly inflated. Taking it in his hand he tugged on it slowly. It began to rise into the air. “Okay, just shower. You don’t have time to jerk off,” he said aloud to himself. Under the jets of the warm water he vigorously ran the bar of soap across his chest and under his arms, removing the sweat and dirt from the afternoon scrimmage. He lowered his hands to his still erect cock. He slid his encircled fingers up and down the shaft. They slid smoothly across his skin. He lifted his nuts, lathering them with suds. Bowing his legs, he reached further and ran a soapy finger over his anus. As he ran his finger across the opening he felt it open slightly with each touch. He closed his eyes. He moved his hand back to his dick and began to fuck his fist.
“Okay, hurry up! Dinner’s ready!” his dad yelled through the crack of the bathroom door.
“Ouch,” Heath said as the soap fell out of his hand and onto his toe. His dad’s voice had surprised him.
“I’ll be right down.”
On the other side of the door, John peeked through the crack into the mirror. “You okay?”
His son’s blurred profile was outlined in the mirror.
“Yes. Fine,” Heath replied nervously, quickly turning into the corner of the shower to hide his erection. He didn’t need to get caught again.
“Okay. Well, come on.”
Heath toweled off quickly, dressing in pair of boxers and sweatshorts. As he walked through the patio door, his dad handed him a beer. “Happy Birthday!”
“What’s this for?”
“To drink.”
“Seriously?” Heath asked.
“Well, yeah. It’s a special occasion.”
“Cool. Thanks.” Heath put the bottle to his mouth. Swallowing the first mouthful, he winced and made a face.
“Mmm, good stuff.” He looked at his dad and watched him chuckle.
“It’s dark beer. Takes a while to get used to.”
Heath lifted the bottle again, determined to acquire a taste for the brew. Father and son sat on the patio as the sun descended over the edge of the California coastline. The sky changed from a majestic purple hue to black as the pair had their first meaningful talk since the accident; for that matter, for the first time ever.
“Have you ever thought about remarrying, Dad?”
John stared at the sweat-covered bottle in his hand in silence. “I still haven’t stopped missing Mom yet. But, yeah, there are a lot of things I miss. A lot,” he said.
“Like?” Heath asked quietly, swigging his beer before leaning his head back against the cushion of the deck chair and staring at the blurry stars overhead.
“Like having someone to talk to, to share things with. Feeling someone in the bed.” His voice trailed off into a whisper. The two sat quietly. Heath was thinking about the empty bed issue. He had thought recently about how he’d like to crawl into bed with his dad and sleep with him just to feel the heat of his body pulled up against his. It was the liquor talking. And its ‘truth soup’ effect was too strong.
“Dad,” he said nervously, fearing what might come from what he was about to bring up, “I know you told me not to talk about this again, but that night — in the kitchen?”
No response.
“I’m sorry about what happened. I couldn’t help it though. I mean, I’d never,” he strongly emphasized, “ever thought about another guy before, but seeing you there. Man, it was too much. Dad?” He had expected some reaction by now. He turned his dizzying head to the side in the direction of his of pop. John Soldano sat in his cushioned metal chair, chin lodged against his right shoulder. Too much beer, too much heat.
“Pop? Pop? Aw, man.” Heath got up and shook his dad, to no avail.
Heath opened the patio door, walked back to his dad and hoisted him from his seat. “Come on. Make this easy on me.”
Placing his shoulder under his dad’s arm, he struggled to lead him into the house. Carting his dad up the steps was out of the question. Father and son veered across the living room to the couch. Heath laid his dad out on the cushions, then sat in the chair next to the sofa under the soft glow of a solitary overhead light. He had a good buzz going.
He watched, through beer goggles, his father’s motionless torso. Heath’s cock moved in his shorts. He put his hand on his lap and pressed his palm onto it. He moved his hand down the length of his growing shaft, maneuvering it so it pointed up. His inhibitions were low, very low.
He got up from his seat and lowered himself to his knees, crawling across the plush carpet to the couch. He peered his eyes over the edge of the sofa, cautiously rising. He placed his hand on his father’s forehead and brushed the bangs backward with his fingers. There was no movement. Several times he whispered into his dad’s ear, but nothing. Keeping his attention on the Marine’s face, Heath placed his hand on the soldier’s chest. He gripped the firm pecs softly in his hand. Through the white cotton he could feel the point of hardened nipples. Lightly he swept the left tit under the tip of his finger. He took it between his fingers in a vise-like manner, pinching it. He felt his own nipples harden. He reached his free hand up to his own chest and grabbed his tit. His skin tingled. He leaned his head back and savored the gratification he felt. Heath bent over, removed his hand and replaced it with his lips. He sucked on the cotton. It was dry but soon dampened with his saliva. He lifted his mouth away from the tank and could see the brown areola faintly through the material. His cock surged against his abdomen.
His hands fumbled with the drawstring of his shorts. He stood, put his thumbs in his waistband, and slid his shorts and boxers to his ankles before kicking them off to the side. Naked, he returned to his kneeling position. He took his cock in his left hand and squeezed it firmly, milking drops of precum on the thick head. He smoothed the liquid down the shaft of his cock and stroked it as he reached his right hand up to the button of his dad’s faded denim shorts. Unable to undo the snap with one hand, he stopped his jack off session.
With both hands in motion, he quickly opened the jeans and partially unzipped the fly with the greatest delicacy. His dad still had not moved. He was out for the count, it seemed to Heath.
Reaching his hands smoothly into the opening, he untucked the tank top from the shorts. It fit snugly against his dad’s body. With trembling hands, he peeled the fabric upward over the heaving chest an inch at a time. He took in the sight of the hairy abs as they revealed themselves to him. Again he leaned forward. He extended his tongue from between his lips and placed it against the tanned skin. He broadened his tongue and ran it up from the soldier’s side across his flat stomach. It tasted incredible. Heath couldn’t believe how turned on he was.
With a light kiss, he removed his mouth and continued to lift the shirt. With the shirt up to his dad’s neck, Heath stopped. He looked at the delicious feast before him. Thick, dark hair blanketed the rugged torso. It lay smoothly against his skin. It all flowed downward, where it disappeared beneath the top of the Levis. His pecs rose above the rest of his body, solid from years of training. They looked very natural, as though he’d never lifted a barbell in his life, which in fact was almost true. Lowering his head, Heath kissed the nipple closest to him. Pulling away, he looked at the ring of saliva his lips had left. He looked again at his dad — still asleep. He bent and took the tit between his lips and nursed on it, sucking the flesh into his mouth. He put his hand back on his dick, slowly fingering it. His wet tongue darted back and forth across the end of the nipple. It glistened beneath the saliva.
Heath put his other hand on the far nipple and rubbed it gently. He swirled his hand across the hairy flesh, watching as he did so. He moved his hand down across the Marine’s abs. He righted himself and skootched across the floor to his left. He moved his hand further down the taut stomach until he reached the top of the shorts. Taking his hand off of his cock, he tugged at the zipper. He ran his left hand up the tender flesh of the soldier’s leg. His right hand crept into the opening at the top. Following the trail of hair into the shorts, his fingers met no resistance. His dad was not wearing briefs.
The hair thickened as he progressed further until he felt the tangle of pubic hair. His left hand moved upward, guided by the heat radiating from within. Heath’s hand brushed against the hardness of his dad’s uncut cock. Gently, Heath pushed the meat upward until he could feel it touch his other hand. Hooking his fingers around it, he eased it forward until it stuck straight up, the uncut head visible through the gap in the fly.
Heath grew very nervous. He had gone too far. He needed to stop. He leaned back onto his heels. Precum flowed from his rigid shaft. A string hung precariously from the head, dangled briefly in mid-air before lengthening and snapping. It landed onto the carpet. He stood. His hands went to the legs of the Marine’s shorts. Wriggling them back and forth they slipped over the soldier’s muscular ass. Heath watched as two, three inches of the hard c ock appeared. Once over his butt, the jean shorts pulled easily down the muscular legs and over his feet. Heath draped them over the back of the sofa. His father lay naked before him.
Heath moved back to the soldier’s side. Bowing his face over his dad’s crotch, he stared inquisitively and hungrily at the thick cock just inches from his mouth. He moved his head down the dark brown, low hanging sac. Placing his hand underneath it he hefted it in his palm. He explored the smoothness of it, the small, purple veins. He released the nuts from his hand and brought his hand to his nose. The smell of musk and sweat was intoxicating. Goosebumps appeared on his arms and legs. Again he leaned forward. He put his face very close to his dad’s cock, close enough that he could smell the manliness and feel the heat against his cheek. He followed the cock from the base, at the top of his nuts, to the tip, where half an inch of the head rose out of the foreskin. Easing forward, he put his tongue on the exposed head. The taste was bitter. He bobbed his mouth on and off of it. He looked to make sure his dad was still out, before lifting the cock away from his body.
Heath parted his lips and tentatively hovered over the cockhead. He counted to three, shut his eyes and lowered his mouth, taking the swollen shaft inside. He wrapped his lips around the flesh and worked back toward the head, enjoying the taste of a man’s dick as it receded from his the confines of his hot, juicy mouth.
Reaching the head, he slid down the shaft once more, this time sliding back the skin and revealing the entire head. He took an inch more than the previous time before sliding off. He eyed the flared head momentarily, then sucked it into his eager mouth. His tongue found the slit and tasted the precum that oozed forth. He pulled off. Milking the shaft, another glint of lubricant appeared on the head. Heath licked at it with his tongue. He was so turned on now that even if the man awoke he would continue with his actions.
Holding the cock at the base, Heath again took it into his mouth and began a steady suction on it, working it from midshaft to the head and back again. He put his hand on his cock and jerked it furiously. He assaulted the Marine’s cock with his mouth. His golden blond hair fell into his eyes as he sucked the meat in a rhythmic fashion. He swallowed the precum as if fell onto his tongue. In his mouth the Marine’s cock swelled. Heath stuck one his fingers into his mouth, coating it with saliva. He reached behind himself and located his asshole. He rubbed the mixture of spit and precum over the opening. His body was flooded with new sensations. He sucked harder on the Marine’s cock. With his eyes closed, he felt something different. He opened his eyes to see that the Marine was ever so gently lifting his hips. Heath slowed down and watched the cock still continue to poke into his mouth. His dad was getting off on it, consciously or not.
The new revelation fueled Heath’s hunger. He brought the finger that was working his ass back up to his mouth. Without releasing the cock from between his lips he dripped saliva onto the fingertip. Moving his hand between the soldier’s tight ass, he swept it up the crevice between his cheeks and located the hairy opening of his anus. He pressed against it with his wet finger, massaging it. The Marine legs parted slightly.
Heath froze.
Releasing his grip on hot cock in his mouth, he turned his head slightly to the right. John Soldano had turned his head but his face was still relaxed. He was still asleep. Heath’s heart felt as though it would burst in his chest. He paused to recompose himself before continuing to suck off the Marine. He brought the finger back to his mouth, wetted it, and returned to stimulating the opening. His finger probed in slightly, beyond the tight ring of muscle. Again the hips rose, grinding upward. Heath began to jerk the base of the cock upward as he lowered his lips on the thick shaft. With every suck the cock grew larger in the depth of his throat.
His own cock was in agony. Heath pulled his left hand from the soldier’s butt and worked the shaft with it. He seized his own throbbing meat with his right and jerked it furiously.
He felt the Marine’s dick begin to pulsate in his mouth as he felt the cum in his own nuts begin to boil. He pressed his lips tightly around the guy’s cock. As he lowered his mouth, he felt the veins surge. The cum shot forth against the back of his throat. He pulled his mouth away and let the cum shoot across his face, splash after splash. The warm liquid landed on his cheeks and tongue like raindrops.
Heath grunted and rocked onto his heels as his balls tightened, seconds before his own dick blasted streams of cum high into the air before arching and landing on his chest and shoulders. His body twitched in ecstasy. The cum rolled down his chest onto his stomach. He brought his hand to mouth and licked the jizz , swirling it in his mouth with the Marine’s.
John Soldano peered hazily from beneath his heavy eyelids at his son, who was rubbing his palms across his pale, smooth stomach, then drifted back to sleep.
The End
