Date: Thu, 30 Sep 2010 10:25:04 -0400 From: Z McGuire <email@example.com> Subject: Discovering Nick - Part 5 of 6 Discovering Nick - Part 5 of 6 By Zane McGuire firstname.lastname@example.org UPDATE: Do you want to read the archive of ALL of my hot stories and get a sneak peek at new chapters before they post on Nifty? Want to find out what new stories are in the works and make suggestions for upcoming plots? Join the Erotic Fiction of Zane McGuire group at Google by joining here: http://groups.google.com/group/zanemcguire Now, back to the hot action... Taking a deep breath, I whispered, "take them off for me, son..." He placed his fingers under the waistband of my briefs and slowly started to pull them down. As he did, he lowered himself to his knees. My now fully erect cock burst forth from my briefs. The smell of soap and sweat filled the air as my throbbing tool bounced obscenely before him. Licking his lips, he gazed up at me... My heart was racing; I couldn't believe what was happening. Here I was, standing fully naked in front of my gay son. My dick, the very instrument that was responsible for his creation, was waving menacingly in front of his face and he was licking his lips in raw, sexual hunger. What could possibly happen next? "Nick..." my voice cracked, "Are you... are you going to..." With a sly smile, he reached up and wrapped his hand around my shaft. I felt a jolt of electricity go through me as his flesh made contact with mine. I resisted the urge to collapse in a heap and felt my mouth go dry. "Stop me if you want to, Dad," he said as he opened his mouth wide and made his way toward my cock. "Oh god...." I moaned. Just then, there was the sound of a key turning in the lock. A wave of panic overcame me. "Shit, it's Hocake," Nick hissed, jumping to his feet. I quickly grabbed my briefs and pulled them up, looking around in a panic; there was nowhere to go! "In here!" Nick whispered, opening the door to a tiny closet, stuffed with clothes. Having no choice, I jumped in and closed the door, leaving it open just a crack. I watched as Nick quickly swept my pants and shirt under his bed and sat down, his dick still swollen in his shorts. "Knock knock," Hocake called, stepping into the room. "Hey, sorry I'm back so quick. It started to pour out there and I forgot my umbrella." Nick nodded at him and scratched his head, feigning casualness. "Where's Pops? Did he leave already?" Hocake grabbed his umbrella from behind his desk. "That was quick." "Yeah, it was... we just didn't have much to say to each other." "Dude. Rough." Hocake leaned against the door. "Well in that case, I'll just hang out here then." "Hey, Ho, um..." Nick cleared his throat and stood up, his bulge prominently on display. "If you don't mind, I, uh... need roommate's privilege for a bit. Maybe like twenty minutes or so..." "What do you..." Hocake's eyes fell toward Nick's massive package. "DUDE! Aw, that's just all kinds of wrong! And what the hell, man, your dad just left like two minutes ago! Did he get you all worked up or something? That's just wrong!" "Come on, Ho, you know how I am... it doesn't take me long." "Man," he moaned, shaking his head. "This place is becoming a masturbatorium. Light a candle or something when you are done, please... I'm sick of this place smelling like your odiferous balls." "Thanks, Ho," Nick called out as Hocake exited in a huff. After a second, I pushed the door open and rejoined Nick. We both fell silent, unsure of where to go from there. "That was, uh..." "Close, yeah," Nick said, his eyes fixed on the floor. "I can't believe that. We could have been..." "Yeah, that would have been, uh... not good." "Dad," he said, looking at me. "I'm... not sure what to say. I guess... sorry?" "No, no, not sorry," I said. "That was... intense. I didn't come here with any intention of..." "I know." Another long silence. "So," Nick said, shuffling his feet. "Ho will be back in a few minutes. So, I guess uh..." "Yeah." I reached under the bed and grabbed my clothes. "I'll, uh... get going." He watched as I slipped my pants and shirt back on, his expression a mix of sadness, frustration and disappointment. As I did the last button, I turned to meet his gaze. "Nick. Will I see you at home this weekend?" "Of course," he whispered. "Good." I nodded slightly and made my way for the door. "Dad?" "Yes, son?" "What... I mean, where do we go from here? Are we ever going to... I mean, is this ever gonna be discussed... or... are we..." I took a deep breath. "I think we both have some thinking to do son. You can't put the genie back in the bottle after something like this. So we have to decide if we just agree to avoid the topic altogether, or..." "Or..." he raised his eyebrow, "perhaps we revisit things this weekend and see what happens?" I smiled at him. "Yeah. Or that." He burst out into a huge grin. "Thanks, Dad. I'll see you on Friday night." "Okay buddy." I made my way back to the house that night full of anticipation for Friday. Any sense of regret or disgust was gone; all I could think of was seeing my son again and finding out what he had planned to do with that mouth of his. ********** It was late Thursday night when my plans for the weekend hit a slight snag. The twins were in the rec room watching some reality show and I was washing the dinner dishes when I saw a pair of headlights pulling up toward the house. I dried my hands and rushed to the door, activating the floodlights. A taxi pulled up to the door and out stepped a familiar face. "Marshall! What on earth!" I rushed to greet my dear friend. "What are you doing here?" "I couldn't help it, Mack, I haven't been able to get you guys off my mind since our talk last weekend. I had some time off and I thought I'd drop in." "Well, where's your luggage, let's get you inside!" "No, no, I didn't want to intrude, I'm gonna rent a room in town. I just wanted to swing by and see how you fellas were getting on." He handed the taxi driver a wad of bills. "I'll be about an hour, can you wait?" The driver accepted the money and nodded. "Marshall! Don't be silly, you're staying here." Before he could argue, I reached behind him and grabbed his suitcase from the back seat of the taxi. "He's staying here, sir!" I called out to the driver. He nodded again and handed a bill back to Marshall. "Mack... you don't have to... I didn't call ahead, I'm just dropping in and..." "You're family," I said with finality. "You're staying here." He smiled and shrugged at the driver. "Guess the man has spoken. Thanks buddy." We stood in the driveway as the car rolled back down along the dusty road. "You crafty old so-and-so!" I grinned, pulling him into an embrace. "I can't believe you! It's so good to see you!" "You too, Mack. I just felt like it was time for a visit. It sounded like... well, it sounded like things were kind of tense around these parts." I felt the muscles in my back constrict. "You could say that. Come on, let's get you inside, the twins will be thrilled to see their Uncle Marshall." And they were. We spent most of the evening with the twins in the rec room, catching up. Marshall told them all about Washington and played along when they asked if they knew of any hot sets of girl twins they could marry. He praised Grant when he told him all about his successes in sports and gave Ryan a congratulatory hug when he told him about his SAT scores. Later in the evening, Marshall and I retired to my office. I handed him a brandy and we made ourselves comfortable in the highback leather chairs. "So I guess it's time to talk about the elephant in the room," I grinned. Marshall smiled. "You don't have to if you don't want to, Mack... but I admit, I am curious. How are things with you and Nick? Were you able to talk to him?" I raised my eyebrow. "You haven't spoken to him online?" He grinned. "We chatted. A bit." "I figured." I sipped from my brandy. "And what did he tell you?" "Well... he said you came to see him the other day." "I did." "And, he said you told him what I asked you NOT to tell him..." "I'm genuinely sorry about that, Marshall. I hope you know I wouldn't do that unless I had to." "I understand," he said, nodding. "It's fine. It's not an easy thing to discuss." "What's not?" "This... thing that's happening between the two of you." "Did he say something was happening between us?" "Well, not in so many words..." He placed his brandy on the table and leaned forward. "Look, Mack, cards on the table. When I spoke to you last weekend, I told you some things about your boy that were personal. I didn't realize... and perhaps maybe I should have, in retrospect, that you were feeling... something similar for him." I exhaled. "It's so confusing, Marshall. I mean, you have to know, never in my life did I think..." "I know, I know, you don't have to say that. Look, Mack, I want you to know, I'm not judging you. Heck, it's not even the craziest thing I've ever come across in my life." "No?" "Not even close. Look, I can't pretend to understand how these things work, and the important thing is, you are both adults. And I love you both. So I just thought... well... maybe you needed some support. So I'm here for a few days, as a sounding board for either or both of you, and... if you need me to, I'll take the twins and we'll make ourselves scarce this weekend so you guys can... you know," he raised his eyebrow, "work things out." I nodded my appreciation. "You're a good friend, Marshall." ********** Before I knew it, Friday had arrived. Marshall, true to his word, had taken the twins into Fairview for the night to see a concert. He gave me a wink and said he'd give me a call before they headed back out of town and, he promised, they wouldn't be hiding in the bushes when he did so. So that was that. No twins, no Hocake, no interruptions. Just me and Nick. Time to be alone and work this thing out once and for all. I had no expectations, other than hoping that at the end of the night we both had made peace with things and were in a position to move on. I picked him up at the train station at 5:00, shortly after Marshall and the twins headed out. The drive home was filled with awkward conversation. He told me that he and Hocake had had a big argument when he returned the other night, but that things had worked out. I shared with him that Marshall had come to visit and he seemed glad. After Nick dropped his bags off in his room, he joined me in my office. I was sitting on the leather couch, my legs crossed and my arms spread across the back of the couch. As he entered, I reached down and undid the first couple buttons of my shirt. "Hey," he said softly, closing the door behind him. "Hey." "So, uh..." he shuffled toward me nervously. "I was thinking..." "What were you thinking?" "That uh... I might bring you a present." I smiled at him. "Having you back home is all the present I need, Nick." "I think you'll like this one," he said reaching into his pocket. He withdrew a silver ring. "One for you, since you liked mine so much." I laughed and reached out to accept it from him. Our fingertips touched for a second, and our eyes met. "Thank you, son." "Wear it in good health, old man," he teased. I smiled. "I might have to try it on later." "How come?" He asked. "You don't have to be shy... I'll show you how to put it on." "Yeah, but," I stood up, "you told me you have to be soft when you put it on and... well..." I grabbed my bulge through my jeans, "My cock has been rock hard since I saw you get off that train." "Dad," he whispered. "Are we..." "Do you want to?" He nodded weakly. "God yes." "Then I guess we are." I walked across the room and stood in front of him. As I began to unbutton my shirt, I grinned. "Now, I believe when we were so rudely interrupted before, we had significantly less clothing on." "We did," he said, grinning back and pulling his shirt off. "In fact, as I recall..." he slipped out of his pants, "you didn't have anything at all on." "Well let's just rectify that, shall we?" I asked, unsnapping my jeans and pulling them down. I had skipped the briefs this time, going commando. As I stepped out of them, my dick bounced in front of me, angry and red. "God, Dad," he moaned, taking in the sight of me. "I've jacked off like a thousand times since the other night, thinking of you standing in front of me naked." "I haven't jacked off even once," I said. "I've been saving it up for you." "God, that's gonna fucking blow my head off!" he exclaimed. "Oh IS it?" I smiled as I waved my hard cock at him. "What now, son?" "Now, Dad... now I get to do what I've wanted to do since I was a teenager. I get to taste the cock that made me." He knelt in front of me and licked his lips. This time there would be no interruption, no phone calls, no power outages, no changes of heart. My son was about to suck my cock for the very first time. "And once I'm done sucking you off, Dad," he whispered, grinning slyly, "I want to feel you inside of me." Oh my god... TO BE CONCLUDED! Enjoying the story so far? Drop me a line at email@example.com and let me know! Still to come... "Oh Nick," I moaned in pleasure, my eyes rolling back into my head. "You dirty boy... are you fingering my hot ass, buddy?"