Weed
 by: Hankster

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“Where ya been?” Dan asked his son, over and over again. Roy just grinned at him.  It was obvious that the young man was several sheets to the wind.

The father had been trying to reach his son, over and over again, since eight o’clock the previous evening, but Roy never answered his phone.  It was 10 AM now, and Dan had been up all night worrying himself sick about Roy.  He knew he was being overly protective.  After all Roy was nineteen now, an adult, working as a cook in his father’s restaurant.  But when Roy’s mother’s life was cut short by a drunk driver, just before Roy turned fourteen, Dan become a mother hen to his son.

He knew that he shouldn’t be questioning his son about staying out all night.  At that age he had done the same, and maybe worse, but as long as Roy remained living with him, he could not suppress worrying about him.

“It’s OK if you stay out all night, Roy.  It’s none of my business,” Dan continued to berate his son.  “All I ask is that if you aren’t coming home, let me know, so I don’t picture you lying dead somewhere.”

Roy finally found his tongue, or not exactly.  He started to giggle.  He was obviously very high on some shit.  “Sorry, Dad,” he said.  “It’s Monday and today’s my day off, so I went over to Carl’s last night, and we tied one on.  I didn’t dare drive home, so I slept on his couch all night.  I promise to call the next time I’m not coming home.”

Roy was not very steady on his feet, and probably should not have driven home even yet.  He looked around and plopped right down on the sofa.   Once again he started giggling.  Dan couldn’t help himself.  He started giggling also.  He started to think back to his own youth.  This was surely a case of like father, like son.

“What did you get high on?” Dan dared asked his son.

Roy reached into his pocket and took out a small tin container.  He threw it on the coffee table, and began to laugh uncontrollably.  “Weed and booze,” he said.

Dan slapped his son on his knee.  “Things haven’t changed very much since I was your age,” he said.

“Tell me, Dad, tell me.  I want to hear all about your wild days.”

“I don’t know.  There are things a father shouldn’t tell a son,” Dan said seriously.  Then he began to laugh again.  There was so much déjà vu in this situation, he couldn’t control himself.  He just kept giggling, which encouraged Roy to go on giggling as well.

“C’mon Dad.  I wanna hear all about your wild and wasted youth.  Forget I’m your son.  Pretend I’m one of your friends.”

“OK,” Dan said, but he started to giggle again, and couldn’t talk.  Roy stood up and ran into the kitchen.  He returned shortly with a glass of water.

“Drink this,” Roy commanded.  “Take a deep breath, and tell me before I bust.”

Roy plopped down again next to his dad.  As he did so he removed his tee shirt.  “Shit, I’m so warm,” he said.

Dan drank the water, and put the empty glass on the coffee table next to the tin of marijuana cigarettes.  The water did stop his giggles.  He slapped his son’s knee again.

“OK you win,” he began.  “I was at Woodstock, you know.”

“Shit Dad.  That’s really exciting.  You never told me.  History was made in those few days.  I wanna hear all about it, every last detail.  I can’t believe you were there.”

“You should know, Sonny, that I’m a hundred percent more liberal than my parents ever were.  I was only sixteen when all my friends planned on going to what we thought was going to be a simple music festival.  At the time rock concerts were known for the ample presence and use of marijuana, booze and sex.  My folks forbade me to go on pain of death.  I was as much a rebel then as you are now, and I disobeyed their wishes.  I figured I’d worry about the punishment when I got back.  It would be worth it, knowing I would have those memories all my life.”

“Way to go, Dad.  I’m proud of you,” Roy said.  Now he slapped his father’s knee, so that both men had a hand on the other’s knee. 

Roy realized that he was sobering up.  Without giving it much thought, he reached for the tin containing the weed.  There were about ten cigarettes remaining inside, and a book of matches.  Roy carefully removed a loosely wrapped cigarette, and lit it.  He returned the match book to the tin, and closed it.

He took a deep drag on the weed, and without any thought at all, he handed it to his father, just as he had done all through the previous night with his friend, Carl.

Dan was already transported back to his past, and he took the cigarette, placing it gently to his lips.  He took an equally deep drag, and handed the cigarette back to his son.  Roy took a drag, and handed it back to Dan.  They went back and forth like this until there was nothing left but a glowing ash, and Roy stomped it out in the empty water glass.

Dan resumed his narrative, but now he was smiling, and his eyes were glassy.  “It rained a lot, and the field was muddy.  Everyone started to strip naked, and we wallowed around in the mud.  We were all so high, I gotta tell you, it felt like a warm and soothing bath.”

Roy started to giggle again.  “I’m trying to picture you naked, rolling in mud,” he said.  “It’s a great picture, Dad.”

“Let me make the picture clearer,” Dan said.  He jumped up and stripped to his birthday suit before Roy could say, “Woodstock.”

Not to be left out, Roy stripped also.  “Take me back to Woodstock,” he said, and both men sat back down on the sofa.  Their bare hips and thighs were pressed close together, and they put their hands on the other’s knee again.  Before Dan could begin his narrative, Roy reached for the tin and lit another stick of marijuana.  They passed it back and forth in silence, until it was gone.

“I’m not sure how it all began,” Dan continued, “but everybody got naked, boys and girls alike.  We rolled around in the mud, rocking to the music, and our bodies started touching.  It didn’t take long for the sex to begin.  I lost my virginity, Roy, and I don’t even remember how it felt.  I was so out of it.  The weed had destroyed my brain for the moment.”

Roy started to giggle.  “I’ll never forget my first encounter with pussy.  I’m sorry you can’t remember, Dad.  If your first time is good, it’s a cherished memory.”  He pointed at his now erect cock, and Dan gawked.  He rarely saw his son naked anymore, and certainly not with a woodie.  His son was very well endowed.  He was cut, hefty and about seven inches at the moment.  Dan suppressed a desire to reach out and fondle his son’s cock.  They were usually very up tight with each other, so Dan figured the marijuana had loosened them both up.

“I’m sorry I can’t remember either,” Dan mused, “but the first time with your mom, is burned into my memory bank.”  He paused, thinking back to the moment he took his new wife’s cherry.

“There’s more to tell you.  I not only fucked countless women at Woodstock, I had a go at it with lots of the guys.”

Roy started to giggle uncontrollably, and reached for another weed.  After it was lit, and the two men were passing it back and forth again, Roy asked, “What was it like with a guy, Dad?  I’ve always been curious.  I think every man should try it at least once.”

“I agree, but that’s another regret I have.  I was so stoned, I don’t remember how I felt.  Did I feel good about it?  Was I ashamed?  Did I want to keep it a secret forever?  I don’t remember, but I know that I want to try it again before I’m too old.  It’s on my bucket list.”

Roy got a bad case of the giggles again.  He could not have known what he was suggesting, when he said, “Let’s see what it’s like Dad, you and me.”  Dan could not have been in his right mind either.  He didn’t answer his son in words.  Instead he reached for his son’s rod, which he had previously resisted touching.

Roy gave out one big sigh.  He wanted to reach for his father’s cock as well, but he could not resist looking first.  Dan’s cock was at least eight inches of uncut glory in its present rigid condition, and slightly heftier than Roy’s.  He engulfed his father’s dick, and as he did, they both started stroking and they both felt an orgasm building so they stopped.  Roy lit yet another stick, and the two man began to share it.

“What have you done about sex since mom died?” Roy asked.  Suddenly his giggles were all gone and he was feeling very melancholy.  For a brief second he wondered if he had smoked too much weed.

“I jerked off a lot,” Dan confessed, “and I dreamed a lot of dreams and fantasized a lot of fantasies.”

“Like what kind of stuff?  Haven’t you been with women?” Roy wasn’t sure if it was wise for his father to be baring his soul to him, but he had to know.

“I’ll be honest with you.  I haven’t been with any women, or men for that matter, since your mother died five years ago.  I’ve been content to live with my fantasies,” Roy answered.  “How about you, Roy.  I know you’re sexually active.  Tell me about your life.”

“There’s not much to tell.  I get laid a couple of times a week, but there’s nobody special.  Dad, you’re avoiding my question.  Tell me about your masturbation fantasies.”  Dan looked at Roy and the giggles came back.

“I can’t,” he said.  “It’s too private.”

“C’mon Dad.  You tell me, and I’ll tell you.  We bared our bodies.  Now let’s bare our souls.  I love you more than anyone else in this world.  Why can’t we be honest with each other?  Why can’t we tell each other our little secrets, maybe our big secrets, without fear of judgment?”

Dan moved closer to Roy on the sofa, and put his arm around his son’s broad shoulders.  He leaned in and gave Roy a fatherly kiss on his forehead and another chaste one on his lips.  Roy had other ideas.  He kissed Dan back, forcing his lips open, and the two men began to tongue each other.  When they came up for air, Dan shocked Roy.

“When I whack off,” he smiled, “that’s what I think about.”

Roy grabbed his father’s cock, and started giggling again.  “When I’m getting laid or when I’m whacking off, all I ever fantasize about is making love with you.” 

Dan was dumbstruck.  “You’re right,” he said when he got his composure back.  “Let’s go for it.  Come with me before we change our minds.”

He stood up and took Roy with him.  He led his son into the master bathroom and started the shower.  Roy’s giggles resumed.  “I haven’t showered with you since I was four years old.”

“I know.  I had to put a stop to it.  Do you remember why?”

Roy shook his head.

“You kept staring at my cock, which caused it to begin erecting.  I half-heartedly tried to stop you, and divert your attention, but you persisted.  I was getting really hard so I turned away from you.  I pretended to be soaping it, but I was whacking off.  I sprayed the shower wall, letting the running water wipe away the evidence.  I didn’t want you asking any more questions, especially about inconsistent cock sizes, and cumming.  You were way too young.  That, Roy, is the reason you became my masturbation fantasy.”

Dan tested the water, and it was to his liking.  Father and son stepped into the stall shower, and smiled at each other.  “When did I become your masturbation fantasy, son?” Dan asked.

“A couple of years before mom was killed, I woke up one night, because I thought I heard noises.  I walked out into the hallway to investigate.  Your bedroom door was open, and that’s where the noises were coming from.  I peeked in.  There was enough light coming from a night light, that I could see you and mom playing sixty-nine.  I didn’t exactly know what you were doing back then, but I did know I shouldn’t be seeing this, whatever it was, so I went back to my room.  A year or so later, when I began to jerk off, that scene always came to my mind, and I used to fantasize that you and I were doing it.”

Dan grabbed his son and kissed him.  “We’ll do that today son, and a lot more.”  He took the soap from the tray and started to soap Roy’s chest.  He went lower and lower until he wrapped Roy’s ample cock in his hand.  Smothering it with soap, he began to stroke it.  Roy moaned loudly, and Dan could see and feel his son’s balls hardening and shrinking.  He allowed the shower water to rinse the boy’s cock.  He fell to his knees and gobbled up his son’s prick.  Roy screamed, and came gushing down his father’s throat.  Dan lost count of the number of squirts the boy emitted, but the amount of jism overwhelmed him, and most of it ran down his chin.

He stood up and faced Roy, who licked his father’s face clean of cum.  As he was eating his own juices, he thought, I want to do this to my father, and eat the seed which made me.  Not only did that thought make him hornier and harder than he had ever been in his life, but he started to cry.  Dan became alarmed.

“Do you have regrets?” he asked.  “Is our love making going to be something you aren’t going to be able to live with?”  Dan was really concerned.

“No Dad.  I’m crying for happiness.  My fantasies are coming true.”

“Mine too.  Mine too,” Dan moaned.  “Let’s dry off and go to bed.  I want us to fuck and suck all the rest of today and through the night.  I swear I’ll close the restaurant if I have to, until we have satisfied each other, and made all our fantasies come true.”

Roy started to laugh.  Gone were the giggles.  This was real laughter.  “Don’t worry, Dad.  I have the stamina to fuck my brains to Mars, and still open the restaurant tomorrow.  I promise that my cooking will be better than ever.  How about we dry up, and take our love to your bedroom.  If you don’t fuck me in the next few minutes, I’ll go crazy.  I should be recovered by then, and I’ll fuck you.

They were out of the shower in a flash.  They did a rotten job drying off, and they were both still damp, when they reached the bedroom.

“I gotta do one thing before we start,” Dan said.  He picked up the phone on his night table and called the manager at the restaurant, who assured him that everything was fine, and he could take the day off with Roy.  After he hung up, he joined Roy in bed.

They kissed with open mouths, and Roy whispered, “Fuck me Dad.  Please fuck me now.”

Dan reached into his night table and took out a tube of lubricant.  “I use this to whack off,” he said apologetically.

“I’m so glad you do,” Roy answered.  “It’s nice and handy.”  Suddenly Roy grew frightened.  He realized that he was cold-sober, so his father must be also.  Please don’t chicken out on me, he prayed.

As if his father could read his mind, Dan kissed him again, and asked, “Are you sober?  I am.”

“Yes.”

“Do you still want to do this?”

“More than ever, and for the rest of our lives; sober, stoned, any which way.  I don’t care.”

“I feel the same way.  Now roll over on your back.  I want to see your face when I fuck you.  I used to enjoy watching the joy on your mother’s face when we made love.  People make fun of the missionary position, but it worked for us.”

Roy rolled over, and pushed his knees high up his chest.  He expected his father to begin lubricating him, but instead Dan began to knead and kiss his buttocks.  Then he ran his tongue up and down Roy’s crack, attempting to enter it occasionally.

Roy screeched, “Oh my God.  This is so wonderful.  No woman ever did that to me.  Please, don’t stop,” but stop, Dan did.  He had better things in mind.  He began to penetrate Roy’s man tunnel with a lubricated finger.  As he did that, he stretched his son with a reaming motion.  Roy kept purring and telling his father how good he was feeling.  Roy wasn’t even aware when Dan lubricated his cock, but suddenly it was seeking entrance to his love canal.

Dan went in as slowly as he could, treating Roy’s virgin opening with not only a lover’s concern, but with fatherly love as well.  Little by little he slipped in.  Roy kept encouraging him to go deeper and deeper, until finally Dan had reached his limit.  Roy could feel his father’s pubic hair tickling his ass.  He dropped his legs, and wrapped them around his father’s waist.  Dan let his body fall on top of Roy’s and they began to kiss again.  They lay still for quite a long while, enjoying their union. 

Finally, Roy said, “Now Dad.  Do it now.”  Dan began to stroke in and out as slowly as he could, but he was so worked up, he came much too soon.  He collapsed on top of his son.

When Roy felt his father’s cum gushing into his insides, he had the same thought as before.  His father’s seed, the seed which had made him, was coating his guts.  Once again he started to cry with joy.  This time Dan was crying with him.”

“We aren’t through by a long shot,” Dan informed his son, “but this old guy needs time to recover, so what do you say we have breakfast, or I should say lunch, shower again, and resume where we left off?”

“Sounds like a plan to me.”

Father and son prepared a brunch of bacon, eggs and toast, completely in the nude.  During the process they kept kissing each other and stroking the other’s cock.

While they were eating, Dan grabbed his son’s hand.  “I’ve got something to say,” he said.  “Roy, you are the only lover I’ll ever need in my life.  I want to make love to you for the rest of my life to the exclusion of all others, male or female.  But I don’t want to hogtie you.  If you ever find a young woman, or a young man for that matter, to love you, I’ll release you with my blessings.  Are you OK with that?”

“Dad, I love you to pieces.  I want the same things you want.  I doubt after this morning, I could ever love, or make love to anyone else.”

They finished breakfast, and cleaned up.  They took another shower, and mutually masturbated each other under the soothing, cascading water.  Then they lay down in bed to rest.

“Shall I light another weed?” Roy asked.

“Sure, why not?  I’d like to pay homage to the joy of marijuana.  If we hadn’t gotten stoned, we might never have had the courage to declare our true feelings.  That would have been a greater crime than incest.”

“You’re right.  It was weed that made us see how much we wanted each other.”

Roy jumped out of bed, and grabbed the tin of sticks they had left on the living room table.  On the way back to the bedroom, he looked at the tin and said, “Thanks.”

Posted: 06/20/14