I was the one who has insisted that nothing would change in our relationship, but once again my father was right. We sat across from one another poolside in his secluded backyard, both silent and awkwardly looking at one another.
Finally, Dad spoke. “I thought you’d come to visit more, you know.”
I sighed. “Yeah. Sorry. It’s just. Well, since I got married, you know…”
Dad put his hands on his thighs and leaned back, shutting his eyes as if he were suppressing a thought. We were both in just our swim trunks and I couldn’t help but admire the blonde-brown fur on his chest now sprinkled with silver. I felt a surge in my crotch and wondered if I should go.
"Look Dad," I continued. "For what it’s worth… I really missed you."
He smiled a sad smile. “Missed you too, son. Two years is a long time.”
"Anyone taking care of you?"
He nodded. “I got a young man in my office. We do a little roleplay but it’s not the same thing. Not as good.”
At that moment I wanted nothing more than to comfort my father. And if I was true to myself, I’d admit I really fucking wanted this two. I leaned forward and eagerly my Dad met me in a soft, eager kiss.
"Man, that’s nice," he growled as we broke.
"Son…." He gently kissed the side of my neck. "What did you miss the most."
I struggled with the idea of holding back my words, but they came out. “Your ass. Eating your hairy hole.”
Dad pulled back and looked me in the eye, all smiles. “Yeah?”
"What about you, Dad?" My fingers were tracing their way down his torso, teasingly getting closer to his chubbed up crotch. "What did you miss?"
"Besides the kissing? Sucking your cock. Sucking my oldest son’s cock."
Our lips met again, this time less gentle, more fevered.
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