Reunion and Reconciliation

Luke nodded goodbye to the pilot and hopped out of the two-seater plane. He hurried across to the small building that served the landing strip. Through the glass doors he could make out his dad leaning up against the counter. His arms were folded across his barrel chest, his attention engrossed in a large map mounted on the wall. He seemed unaware of Luke's approach. At the doors, Luke checked his stride, hesitated momentarily, took a deep gulp of air, and pushed open the doors.

He stepped inside. His father turned around. "Son," he greeted him warmly, hurrying towards him.

"Hi Dad." Luke's voice was more subdued, not as confident. Swinging his bad into his left hand, he held out his right hand towards his father. Seeming not to notice, in one motion his father grabbed the bag and instead embraced Luke a huge hug.

Not letting go of him, he said softly, "Son! Son."

Luke surrendered to his warmth, and hugged him back. His emotions were raw inside. They said no more. Luke couldn't talk anyway, having to choke back the tears. They began to walk towards the jeep, father's arm across son's shoulder. Nothing else was said. His dad tossed the bag into the back, and they clambered in, and drove away.

It was about a forty-minute drive to the cabin. The hot sun filtered through the trees. Hesitantly they started to talk. Luke tried to say sorry, to explain it all. "It's done Son. It's ok." He reached over and squeezed Luke's arm reassuringly.

They lapsed again into silence, both deep in thought. After a while Luke said softly, "Thanks Pa." He hadn't called him that for years. His father simply rested his hand on Luke's leg - the silence more profound than words.

The cabin was buried deep in the woods, alongside the lake - they would probably be the only people in a fifteen-mile radius. Towards the end the road became very corrugated. They bounced along in silence.

By the time they got there, the sun was low over the horizon. They unpacked the provisions from the jeep, and set about making the cabin habitable. The others would only be arriving the next day. Then dad dusted away the cobwebs and swept inside. Then while Luke set about making a campfire, his dad worked on the ancient pump that supplied water into the one sink in the cabin.

By the time they were done, it was getting pretty dark. Luke grabbed a couple of beers from the cooler-box, and they sat down together, watching the fire burn. He heard the click as his father opened his can. Otherwise the stillness was profound. Hesitantly they started chatting, skirting carefully around the painful areas, yet slowly opening up to each other. It had been five years since Luke had left. He was twenty-five, his father barely eighteen years older. They had been too much alike; each too fiery. Now they allowed themselves to listen to each other. Luke was amazed the depth of his father's feelings toward his mother. He admitted his feelings of desolation without her. His very vulnerability made Luke feel closer to him.

"I miss her, Son." He paused. "And I've missed you too Son." He said it simply. There was no recrimination in his voice, just a statement of fact.

By 10pm the fire was low. They had eaten and the conversation had lapsed, though the silence was a comfortable one. A half moon hung low over the mountains across the lake. They could hear the soft lapping of the water at the edge of the lake. "I think I may turn in soon," Luke's dad said to him. "Join me for a swim first?"

Luke got up. He offered his hand to his dad and pulled him up. They walked down the short path to the water. A feeling of warmth and affection enveloped them. They stopped on a stony clearing between the reeds. Luke knelt down to undo his boots. He glanced up - in the soft moonlight he watched as his father undressed. He pulled his T-shirt over his head and dropped it on the ground. It was too dark so see detail, but Luke sensed the muscled strength of his dad's strong body. The dark shadows hinted at a chest muscular and hairy. He heard his dad fumbling at the buttons on his jeans and saw them drop to the ground. Luke continued to undress, a strange feeling stealing over him. He continued to watch his dad, but felt somehow guilty doing so.

His dad, now naked, moved a few yards away. "Taking a slash," he explained, and Luke heard a stream of liquid pour into the foliage, some of the droplets glistening like fireflies in the moonlight. Luke was now completely naked. He felt a disconcerting excitement as he watched the man who had brought him into the world, standing with his back towards him, pissing. Embarrassingly, he felt his cock harden. He jumped up and waded into the water. The cold caught him by surprise. He was lowering himself gingerly into the water, when a jet of water hit him on his back. He winced as his dad continued to splash him.

"Get in like a man, pussy-boy!" his father was laughing. Luke dived headlong into the black water He glided underwater then surfaced and turned around and looked back to the shore. He could make out his father standing almost waist deep in the water. Luke splashed water at him, but he was too far for the water to hit. His father dived towards him. They wrestled playfully, dunking and splashing water at each other. Luke's dad locked him in a powerful head grip, pressing him tightly into his chest. Luke wriggled, trying release himself. Failing, he tickled his father under the arms, the swam away triumphantly as his father complained, "Foul! Foul!"

Gradually the mood quietened and they walked out the water together. The night air was still warm, but they were cool after the water. They sat down together, on the stones, allowing the water to lap at their feet. Luke was conscious of their physical closeness. But when they chatted though, he felt there was some tension that had been lacking earlier. A light breeze came off the lake. He shivered, though it probably wasn't the cold that caused it.

Breaking the tension, his father put his arm around Luke's shoulder and pulled his head into his chest. "I'm glad you come back Son." Luke's face was buried in his father's muscular, hairy chest. His dad rocked him gently, as he would with a child.

Luke was surprised to hear his father say, "You've developed a great body, Son." His body was firm and muscular though not hairy like his father's.

"Thank you," Luke said to him, a bit self conscious. He remained silent for a while. Then, "I wish I was as hairy as you."

Luke's dad continued to hold him in the embrace. His dad said, "Guess the hairiness was on my side of the family. Like Gramps." Luke remembered his grandfather's barrel chest covered in a mat of white hair. "You're more like your mother's side. You obviously got some of here genes. But still you have a body to be proud of." There was admiration in his voice. With that his free hand rubbed Luke's arm and back, feeling his muscles.

Involuntarily Luke shivered again. "Let's go inside," his dad said. They rose, gathered up the clothes they had strewn around and started back towards the dim light coming from the cottage. They were still naked. Luke put his arm around his father who in turn pulled Luke closer to himself.

Inside the cabin, they dropped the clothes on the floor. Luke rummaged around in his bag, found his toothbrush, and went outside to brush his teeth. His father followed him. The darkness outside was palpable. The moon had set, and only a sliver of light came from the open doorway.

They both finished their teeth. Luke was about to go inside, but heard his dad sit up against the edge of the porch. He held Luke's arm, so he sat down alongside his father. They resumed their earlier discussions, learning more about each other.

His father got up, and Luke heard him taking another piss. Luke got up and stood alongside him, releasing his own stream of piss into the darkness. Standing side by side, answering the call of nature, Luke felt his father's hand reach for his, then linking their arms. Luke moved towards his father, resting his head against his chest. His father pulled him tightly towards him and they stood, locked together in a silent embrace. Luke put his arms around his father's tummy, and his father drew them closer together. They were facing each other and with a shock Luke felt his father's cock pressed against him, semi-erect. Luke's own cock stiffened, but he turned his body away so his dad wouldn't feel it.

But he could still feel his dad pressed against him.

Luke's cock was totally erect. His father pulled them together again, this time Luke's cock squeezed against his dads thigh. "That's a mighty fine rod," his father joked. "Guess you did inherit some of the old man's genes after all." Luke could feel him smiling.

Not sure exactly what was going on, Luke continued to press hard against his father, feeling his cock. It felt huge. His father was breathing heavily. His voice choking with emotion he said, "Feels so wonderful to hold someone again. Not since your mother." His voice trailed away.

Luke ran his hand affectionately through the mat of hair on the massive man's chest. He could feel his father's penis pressed closely up against his body. He wanted to fondle it in his hand, but was too unsure of himself. Amazingly, he felt his father's hand reach down and grab his. Waves of emotion flooded over him. His father was touching his cock. His father!

Luke groped to feel his dad's cock. As he finally held it in his hand, he heard his father gasp. The cock was wet from pre-cum. Luke rubbed the moisture over the head, and gently massaged it down to the base. Luke was stunned at the size - not so much the length, but the thickness. He fondled it lovingly. It certainly felt bigger than he remembered it. As a teenager he'd loved catching a glimpse of it when they had changed at the beach. He had even hidden under the bed once to watch his father make love to his mother. To avoid being caught he wasn't able to see much, but the image of his father's cock, hard and penetrating, was etched in his memory.

Luke continued to fondle this father lovingly. Abruptly his father pulled away. "What the fuck am I doing?" he groaned. He sat down on the porch, holding his head in his hands.

"What's wrong?" Luke asked desperately. No answer. "Dad?" A long pause. "Dad?" His father merely shook his heard. Luke sat alongside him. He put his arm around his shoulder. His father didn't respond.

"What's wrong?" Luke asked again quietly.

"This. This is wrong," Luke could hear the anguish in his voice. "With my own son." His words were punctuated with pauses. "It's just that it's been so long. So long."

Luke hugged him tightly. "I love you Dad.

"And what can be wrong? For a father and a son, to love each other?" He reached down and fondled his father's penis again, still semi-erect. He felt it stiffen. "It's ok Dad. It's ok."

"You done this before?"

Luke realized with a shock that his father had never understood fully why he'd left, nor that he, Luke, liked men. "Yes Dad," he answered softly. "But I want to show my feelings for you. Trust me." He paused. "Ok?"

"Ok," his father's voice was soft.

Luke realized there'd been a complete reversal of roles. Now it was Luke the initiator, the dominant one - his father hesitant and unsure. Holding his hand, Luke led him inside the cabin, and gently pushed him onto his back on the bed, and began making love to him.

He caressed the big man, rubbing his muscles, his arms, his legs, occasionally fondling his cock. He sensed his father's rising excitement. He positioned his body over his dad's so his cock rubbed occasionally against his arm. He felt his father seeking out his cock and he grabbed it firmly with his hand for the first time.

"Ah," Luke sighed.

"That good?" his father asked.

"You betcha," Luke pressed his hips against his father. They lay face to face. Slowly Luke moved his lips close to his dad's. He loved feeling the fullness of his father's beard against his cheeks. He nibbled at his father's lips. His father responded by opening his mouth to receive Luke's tongue. Then his tongue delved into Luke's mouth, exploring. Luke responded by returning the kiss passionately.

"Fuuck, I'm kissing my son. I'm fuckin' well kissing my son," he said softly, but with excitement making his voice quiver. Every moment they continued to kiss the excitement rose, but Luke prised his mouth away and began moving down his father's body. He nuzzled his father's nipples, eliciting a fevered sigh from the older man.

Luke noticed his father taking his cues from him. What Luke did to him, his father would soon do to Luke. Luke's excitement increased as he pushed the limits to see how far his father would be willing to go. Inching downwards with his tongue, he circled his father's cock, wetting it. He could smell a faint aroma of his father's earlier piss. Straining not to gag on the huge rod, Luke slid it deep into his mouth. It was his turn to gasp as he felt his father open his mouth and envelope his cock.

He could feel his father on the brink. Twice he took his father's cock from his mouth, holding it tightly, bringing his father back from the edge, waiting for the excitement to subside before letting his mouth again consume the blood-gorged pole. Each time as he took the huge cock in his mouth the tension mounted. And still his father followed his lead, slurping and lapping at Luke's piss-pole.

Again Luke tested how far his father would follow his lead. Leaving his cock, Luke moved lower. He felt his father's sac tighten as he gently rolled his balls in his mouth. Soon his father was doing likewise. Luke could hear him mumbling, "Such beautiful balls. So beautiful. They hang so low Son."

His father's appreciation heightened Luke's excitement. Now it was he who had to fight off his orgasm, delaying it until they both would be able to hold back the floodgate no longer. There was yet more to explore first.

He pushed open his father's strong legs and inched his tongue towards the puckered hole. Luke could smell traces of the manly, musky aroma from his father's most private part. His tongue moved in wide circles, skirting the center, moving slowly inwards, ever inwards.

Luke gasped. He felt his father's tongue, moist and eager, lapping hungrily at his hole, in advance of the scene Luke had been scripting! This raised Luke's excitement almost to the brink. He could hold off no longer, and drove his tongue deep into his father's hole, probing as far as he could enter. Again he heard his father murmuring, though this time, "I'm licking my son's shithole. I'm licking my son's shithole."

Luke pulled open the cheeks, and pushed his finger deep inside his father. "Fuck!" he heard him say. "Oh fuck, oh fuck," his father continued to whimper. Luke's finger explored inside his father, probing as the hot flesh inside enveloped his finger. His father was still lapping his butthole, which was now dripping with moisture.

Luke pulled himself away and straddled his father. "Fuck me, Dad," he commanded. Luke pulled his own cheeks apart and maneuvered his father's massive member into his fuckhole. He could hear his father's breathing quicken, as slowly Luke opened up to receive him. Luke's father massaged his pecs, muscular and taut. His nipples were erect with desire. Finally his father's cock deep inside him, Luke began gently gyrating his hips. He leant forward. His lips met his father's, and their tongues sought out the other's mouth. Luke could feel his cock squeezed hard against his father's chest.

"Yeah, yeah. My son. It's my son. It feels so damn good. My cock inside my son!"

He could hold off no longer. The rhythm of his hips increased to a frenzy, pounding into Luke's butt. Luke could feel the huge dick inside him - such exquisite pain. Neither could longer withhold their orgasm. With his father ferociously pounding his cock into his fuckhole, Luke in a frenzy pressed his cock hard against his father's chest. Their mouths were locked in a passionate kiss, as a hot spurt of cum shot from Luke's cock. At the same time he felt his father's body tense - one, two, three seconds, then his father gasped, "I'm cumming. I'm fuuuuucking cumming, inside my son's ass!"

Luke shot load after load of cum over his father's chest and neck. And spurt after spurt he felt his father's load inside him. His father wiped some of Luke's cum from his neck, and lapped it from his fingers.

Luke collapsed onto his father's chest. He felt a release as the erection inside him subsided. He squirmed and his father's cock plopped out of his asshole. Luke turned around and licked his father's dick. "Mmmm," he sighed, lapping the soft but still large dick with his tongue, the taste of his insides mingling with his father's hot jism.

"Come here," his father said to him and turned Luke around so they were again face to face. Opening his arms, his father embraced him again. Luke could smell his own cum, matted in his hairy chest. Held in his father's powerful arms, Luke fell asleep. His father kissed his son tenderly on the head. "Welcome back, my boy. I love you."