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The phone rang somewhere in the mess of my apartment. I tried to ignore it, hoping whoever-it-was would give up once it went to voicemail. I wasn't in the mood to talk to people.

The answering machine got it.

“Heyo, it's Keith! I either lost the phone or I'm screening your call. Leave a message, and I might call you back," the machine played my pre-recorded greeting. I snorted to myself as I listened. I'm hilarious.

“Hi Dad," said a deep voice, casual and friendly. “I know you're probably home, just wanted to check in."

I recognized it as my son, RJ, and I rolled off the couch, fumbling for the handset.

“Hey, beautiful boy!" I answered once I found the button, trying to match his friendly tone.

“Hey! I was hoping you'd pick up," RJ said, without missing a beat. “The guys at The Den told me you had asked them to cover for you the past few days. They asked if I had heard from you."

I thought about my words quickly, but carefully. My son RJ's relaxed attitude hid that he was as sharp as a tack and ferociously perceptive. Lying to him wasn't easy, but I also didn't want him to worry about me.

“Yeah, I needed a break," I told him. It technically wasn't a lie. I just couldn't stand being around a bunch of people right now. “The guys can handle the pub for a few days, right?"

“Definitely. You've been through a lot," he said warmly. “It's hard being on your own after being married for so long."

I felt a flash of annoyance at the mention of my divorce. That stung, but I took a breath, reminding myself that he was just trying to be supportive. I don't think he realized he was being blunt.

“Just some me-time," I grimaced. "Nothing deeper than that."

“I see." He paused for a moment. “How's the new place?"

I looked around me at the scattered piles of once or twice-worn laundry carpeting the floor, at take-out containers and empty soda bottles that littered nearly every surface, at my little nest of blankets on the futon.

“Cozy," I told him. “Lived-in. A real bachelor pad."

“Awesome, glad to hear." He paused again. “Is your me-time going to last through the weekend?"

“Um," That was a loaded question if I had ever heard one. “It could. I've got a show I was planning on watching. Why?"

“Come outside. I want to take you camping."

I blinked. Outside? I heard the sound of a car horn outside my window, which the phone noisily repeated. I stepped over to the blinds and peered out of them. RJ was there across the street, leaning against the side of his beat-up car. He saw me, and waved.

Crap. I grumbled to myself and hung up the phone.

RJ and I used to go out in the woods every summer when he was a kid, but it had to have been nearly a decade since the last trip. I had always looked forward to getting away from the city and spending some quality time out in the woods together, but it was a father-son tradition that held up less and less the older he got, and stopped altogether when he left for college.

I picked through the piles of clothes to find my cleanest pair of pants, and shuffled out the door to see what he wanted. The sun glared at me as I stepped outside, and the cool fall air felt freezing compared to the comfort of my couch. RJ was waiting patiently, twirling his car keys in one hand. He was a handsome cougar, with long brown hair spilling past his shoulders and over his chest, wearing a comfortable-looking gray sweater and a pair of old jeans. His scruffy face looked lazy and relaxed, but his piercing eyes watched me with intense interest.

“Hey, Dad!" he nodded as I approached the car. His tone was cheerful and innocent, but his face remained neutral. It was just how he was.

“Nice of you to drop by. What's this for?" I motioned at the car, packed full of camping supplies, neat and tidy.

“Camping," he replied flatly, his eyes shimmering. I struggled to contain my smile at his deadpan joke, instead twisting it into a frown.

“Yeah, I can see that. But why?"

“To get some fresh air! Do you really want to stay cooped up in your apartment forever?"

I crossed my arms childishly. “Yes."

That got a chuckle out of him. “Come on, I've already got everything. Sleeping bags, tent, food. Campsite is reserved." He really wasn't kidding around. I knew he could be spontaneous and odd, but this was something else.

“I know, I probably should have asked first," he continued. “But you've been in a mood lately, and I think you need to get out of the apartment. Sulking doesn't fix anything."

“You underestimate how good I am at sulking, my boy," I grinned at him, hoping he'd laugh again, but that time he remained serious.

I noticed that his jaw was clenched off to one side, like it had gotten stuck there after getting punched. His expressions were normally stony and hard to decipher, but that was one of his few tells. Something was bothering him. I didn't know what it was, but my gut told me that he was going out of his comfort zone to try to help me, and my dad instincts demanded that I be supportive of him.

I breathed out a sigh. “You really aren't going to take 'no' for an answer, are you?"

“Nope." He flashed his teeth. “The guys can handle the pub for a few more days. You needed some time off, right?"

“Okay, okay," I put my hands up in mock defeat, smiling at my own words being thrown back at me. “You win. A weekend in the woods might do me some good."

I got in the passenger seat of RJ's car, and he sat behind the wheel. I had no plan and no preparation, I just had to trust that my son had everything together. Even though something was off about him, I could tell he was excited, and very pleased with himself that he got me to come. As stubborn as I was, it was probably in my best interest to do something other than sit on my couch, eat ice cream, and watch reruns of old sci-fi shows. Dammit.

So we drove out of town together.

By the time we got to our camp, it was already getting close to nighttime. The campground was about an hour out of town, a fair drive, far enough to get away from the lights and cars of the city. A dirt road snaked through the woods, the pines and misty underbrush still bright green, pretending it wasn't fall. After a bit of scenic driving, we found our marked campsite. The accommodations were delightfully nonexistent - totally bare except for a few logs that served as benches, a firepit, and a pile of wood. It's the sort of campground people go to when they want to get in touch with nature and the outdoors, not the inside of their camper.

The temperature was starting to drop, and we hurried to get our tent set up and a fire going before we could relax. Once finished, I sat down on one of the benches with a groan, comfortably inside the warm, orange circle the fire created. It crackled as I stared into it, the flames licking up and down the logs. The quiet of the woods made me feel restless, like my thoughts were too loud, and I should be doing something to distract myself. I missed my TV, and that pissed me off. I normally loved the quiet.

Suddenly, a marshmallow pelted me in the face, interrupting my brooding. I slowly turned my head to look at my son sitting on the other bench, who was gleefully holding a bag of them.

I glared at him for a moment before my face broke out in a smile. "What was that for?"

"Frowning too much," his retort was muffled by the marshmallow he was chewing on, and he offered me the bag and a skewer. I took them delicately, loading up a marshmallow and holding it over the fire.

“Let me guess, you've got chocolate and graham crackers to throw at me next," I muttered, focused on evenly turning the skewer above the flames. I took great pride in my marshmallow roasting skills.

“No, something better." RJ dug through one of the bags and produced a silver flask, popping the lid and passing it over to me. “Whisky."

I raised an eyebrow as I grabbed it from him, and took a swig. The liquor was smooth and strong, and tasted like toasted wood and burned fruit. It was the good stuff, definitely not bottom shelf. I sucked air through my teeth in approval. “Making me proud," I said, handing the flask back to him, and he took a drink of his own.

“You know, I missed this," he sighed, looking straight up at the sky. “We used to come out here and spend the whole day hiking and looking at the plants, and stay up late looking at the stars. Just talking."

I followed his gaze, my eyes tracing familiar shapes in the starlight, ringed by the tops of trees. It was gorgeous out here. Calm. Some emotion tugged at my insides, but I couldn't quite name what it was.

“Do you remember that time I sprained my ankle?" RJ asked.

I chuckled. “Yeah I do. I felt awful. First day of the trip, and you were stuck on your butt and in pain for the rest of it. I thought your mom was gonna kill me when we got back."

“That's not how I remember it," he glanced over at me, a small smile visible in the light of the fire. “I remember twisting my ankle, and it did hurt. But you doted over me like a hen. You carried me all the way back to the campsite, and even though you asked me like a dozen times if I wanted to go home, I wanted to stay." He took another drink out of the flask and passed it back to me. “We sat here for three days playing cards, reading books, cooking by the fire, and you never left my side. It was one of my favorite camping trips."

That knot in my gut twinged again. This time, I could feel a cry coming on. My throat started to close, my eyes started to water. I took a deep breath, trying to hold it in and doing a poor job at it, like a cartoon character plugging up a dam with his finger, and the stream just keeps coming out of somewhere else. I thought about camping with my son, and his mother, and my divorce, and from there it just kept spilling out.

I cried. It wasn't graceful or dramatic, like you'd see in the movies. It was just a middle-aged man quietly sniffling in the woods.

RJ moved over to wrap an arm around me. His touch felt good, like the tension in my shoulders spilled out where he touched me. I knew he cared.

“I'm sorry," I kept my face pointed at the fire, blurry through my tears.

“Don't be, it's okay to cry." RJ's voice was warm, and resonated through him. “Do you want to talk about it?"

I took a deep, shaky breath. Part of me wanted to get it off my chest, but another part felt weird to be spilling my guts to my son. “It's just," I croaked. “It's been twenty years since I've been single, my boy."

Almost twenty-five. I had met her in college, and we were married soon after.

“I didn't want this. I don't want to be alone, but here I am." I sniffled. “I'm old, and I'm fat." I grabbed my belly for emphasis. “Who's going to want this?"

RJ sat and listened patiently, both of us staring ahead. “I hear you," he said. “The life you had planned is gone, and you feel like you're not desirable enough to find someone again." I wasn't sure if he was repeating what I said for my sake, or for his.

“I think you're more desirable than you give yourself credit for. You're funny and kind, and plenty of people are into bigger, older guys." He squeezed my shoulders. “I'd say you're a catch."

He was right. I didn't want to admit it, but at least it didn't feel as hopeless.

“And regardless," he continued. “You aren't alone. I'll be here, no matter what. You won't lose me."

“...Thanks, my boy. That means a lot," I murmured. The knot in my stomach that had been there since we left unwound itself, and I realized what it was. I had been worried my divorce was going to come between me and my son, that our relationship was going to end, too.

My intention was to return his embrace, to get my arm around RJ's shoulder and give him a peck on the top of the head, but I hadn't realized he had turned to face me.

So instead, I accidentally wrapped an arm around his waist, and my lips met his.

It happened so fast, but it felt like it stretched on forever. Every nerve in my body caught fire, starting from where his mouth touched mine. My mind reeled. I could taste him, smell his fur. In my arms was a young man who loved me, but he was my son, he was my son, he was my SON.

It lasted just a moment, and it was over. I yanked my face away from his, sputtering out apologies. He looked at me, blue eyes wide, his face totally unreadable.

My ears burned, and guilt crushed my chest. I shot straight up and stumbled away, still apologizing. I wasn't even sure what I was saying, I just wanted him to know I was sorry.

I threw myself into the tent and zipped it shut behind me. It was just an honest mistake, I told myself, but deep down I knew it was more than that. My hands were shaking. I felt sensitive and naked, like I had been rubbed raw. My dick was hard, and I had never felt more guilty in my life. I shoved it between my legs and squeezed it into submission, begging it to go down, and curled up on my side.

The tent slowly unzipped. RJ crept in through the opening, and gently zipped it back up. I couldn't even face him.

“Dad." RJ sat down near me.

“I don't want to talk about it," I said.

“Well, I do," he replied calmly. “What just happened?"

I curled up tighter. He didn't sound mad, but I felt awful. “I'm so sorry. It was an accident."

“I know," He slid closer, and put a hand on my side. A shiver ran up my spine.

“That's not what I mean. I've never felt like that before. Like fireworks."

I shook my head. “Me neither."

Silence hung in the air. I didn't know what to say, but guilt and worry still burned in my chest.

“I don't want to leave it like this. There's too many questions."

I sat up, and turned towards him. I could barely make out his face in the dark, but his eyes were watching me so intently, they almost glowed.

“What are you saying?"

“I'm saying, maybe it would be better to… play it out. Get it out of our system while we're still in the moment, and close the book on this." He was still as a statue, like he was afraid to move closer.

My heart pounded at the thought. “It sounds good, maybe," I gulped. “But what if it goes wrong?"

His eyes softened. “I already told you, I'll be here no matter what."

It felt like I was standing at the edge of a cliff, like one more step would change everything.

“Okay." I looked at my son, and gave him a smile. “No judgment, no expectations, and we'll stop if it gets too weird. Deal?"

RJ nodded and kept his eyes locked on mine as he drifted forward, until our noses were almost touching. He waited there, and I could see endless calculations and curiosity behind those sky blue eyes. He leaned in, and his mustache tickled mine. This was it. Our mouths met once again.

I thought my reaction to the kiss would be less intense the second time, but it was only enhanced. Excitement rocketed through my body, and a moan escaped me. My face got hot with embarrassment, but I could feel his lips turn up in a smile against mine. RJ crawled forward, putting himself on top of me as I layed back into the tent's bedding. He balanced himself on one hand while the other roamed my chest and belly, rubbing me up and down.

I had never seen this side of him. He kissed me with a restrained passion, sweet and gentle with an undertone of hunger. I couldn't help but wonder if this was how he kissed other guys, and it made me feel… wanted. It had been so long since I had kissed another man.

He opened his mouth, his tongue politely asking for entrance into my mouth while his hand found its way under my shirt. I pulled him close, wrapping my arms around him and diving deep into the kiss. It felt like I was dreaming, or high. My son's tongue was in my mouth, curled around my tongue. I took his hand on my bare fur as permission to touch him as well, sliding my hands from his hips up his back. He was soft in ways I hadn't realized.

As his hand explored under my shirt, his fingers brushed against my nipple, and it felt like an electric shock. My back arched, and I gasped, pulling away from the kiss.

RJ's eyes sparkled with mischief. “Ooo, are your nipples sensitive?" he grinned.

I could barely speak. “Ah- a bit. Not this much, usually."

RJ sat up, getting up on his hands and knees before straddling my hips, his fingers at the bottom of my hoodie. “Can we take this off?" He sat there patiently for my permission.

“Yeah, one sec," I grabbed the bottom of my shirt and lifted it over my head, struggling a bit to escape the layers of cloth. Once it was off, I tossed it aside, my chest totally bare.

“Dad," he stared down at me. Even in the dark, I could see his face flush. “You're incredibly sexy."

My face got hot again. The compliment felt weird coming from him, but in a good way. “I guess I'm your type, my boy."

He grinned and leaned over me, his hands kneading my belly, running up the trail of fur to my chest, squeezing my pecs. The attention made my cock throb, and I know he felt it against his leg. Part of me wanted him to feel it.

“Tell me if this is too much," he said as he lowered himself to my chest. He tenderly wrapped his lips around my tit, and started to suckle. I moaned loudly, unable to control myself. My toes curled. My legs squirmed. My arm squeezed around his head and pulled him tight to my chest, and I almost thought that was too far, until I realized he was purring in my grip.

He was enjoying this. And so was I. I could hardly believe it. “That's it, my boy. Just like that," I whispered, petting him with my free hand. He licked and sucked on my nipple, just grazing it with his teeth, as he rubbed my belly in big circles. My dick was rock hard, threatening to break out of my pants as he worked me over. I could tell he had done this before.

His arm bumped against my dick with his rubbing, and he tensed up. “It's okay!" I blurted out, then slowed down. “It's okay. You can touch."

He lifted his mouth away from my chest, breathing hard. He blindly felt around for my bulge, gently stroking the head through my pants. It throbbed with vigor.

“Are you doing alright?" he asked. I could feel his dick grinding against my side.

“More than alright," I squeezed him close to me. “Honestly, I feel like this should feel more… wrong. Naughtier, I guess?"

“Yeah," he purred, running his fingers through my chest and belly hair some more. “This is just fun. Exciting. I like learning what makes you feel good." He tapped a finger on my nipple.

“There's a lot more than that, my boy," I laughed, and smooched the top of his head. “The pants haven't even come off."

“Do you want them to?"

“...Yeah, I do," I grinned. “We've come this far. But you can't have all the fun."

He eyed me. “What would you like to do?" His voice got lower and more precise, and I recognized that tone. He wanted me to decide.

“We should do something we can both enjoy," I mused. “Maybe, sucking each other off?"

He dipped his head and gave me a long blink. He got up and began undressing, and I did the same, shucking off my pants, now stained with pre. I watched my son take his clothes off with a bit of guilty pleasure, but the guilt was fading fast. He wasn't as fat as I was, but still a bit chubby, with thick thighs and wide hips. And he was sporting a half-chub of his own, which made me blush. I had never looked at him this way, especially without clothes on. I imagined I was looking at him the same way he was looking at me.

I patted the blanket next to me. “Come on down, the ground is fine." RJ chuckled, and got down on his knees, laying down with his head pointed towards my feet, shifting into position so his junk was near my face, and his face was down below my belly.

“Your balls are huge, Dad!" came his voice from the other side of the tent, and that got me to laugh.

“Yeah, they're pretty big! Your old man has some fat nuts."

His hot breath washed over my cock with his hand around the base, and it felt like a gear slipped in my brain, one thought unable to catch on the next, engine grinding to a halt. I found myself searching for disgust that simply wasn't there. The only thing I felt was excitement and lust, which did not track with what I thought I should be feeling. I knew people would think this is wrong, but for the life of me, I couldn't find a feeling inside me that agreed with that. This was about us. This was about the present, exploring something new. We can deal with the consequences later.

No more thinking. I looked ahead at my son's equipment. His dick was longer than mine, but not as thick, coming out of a scruffy, dark bush. I could smell his scent, sweet and spiced, almost floral between his legs.

“Okay, I haven't sucked a dick since college, so don't expect anything incredible," I said, moving my head forward and wrapping my lips around the head of his cock, The salty-sweet taste of pre filled my mouth as I ran my tongue around the head, playing with his soft, supple foreskin. I grinned as it was my turn to make him moan. His hips bucked forward gently as I pushed more and more of his length into my mouth.

We were about the same height, perfect for a sixty-nine. He had no trouble reaching me, the wet warmth around my dick only encouraged me to suck his harder. I was already worked up from all of the teasing earlier, so I was leaking into his mouth like a faucet, and I could feel him swallowing it eagerly.

There were no words, just cocks in mouths, slurps and moans, the occasional gag as one of us got overzealous.

RJ tugged at my thighs, pulling me closer to him. I opened my legs to really let him get deep, but he continued to pull, laying flat as if he was trying to wedge himself underneath me. I understood what he wanted.

I shifted my weight from my hip to my knee, and brought the other over the other side of his shoulders to straddle his head. It was more of a proper sixty-nine position, with my hairy belly resting on his torso. From that angle, I could lean down and suck his dick, and he could easily press himself all the way to the base of mine until my balls sagged down over his nose.

I grunted, and thrusted once, and when I did so, his cock twitched so hard it almost lept out of my mouth. I lifted my head and looked back, trying to see him under me. “You like when I do that, huh?"

He refused to take my cock out of his mouth, but he gave me a thumbs up before wrapping his hands around my thighs, and pulling me down sharply.

He didn't need to tell me twice. I rocked my hips back and forth, gently fucking his throat, and each time I pushed in, he pulled me closer, as if he was trying to spur me on. He took it like a champ, even as I got faster and deeper. I gave him what he was asking for, working myself up to a rhythm, thrusting into his mouth like I would any other hole. He started to purr again, vibrations around my dick that were cut off each time I hilted in his mouth, but growing louder each time.

I was close. Between the teasing and the excitement, I knew I wasn't going to last long.

“I'm gonna cum soon, do you want me to…" I slowed down, almost pulling out, giving him a chance to catch his breath and talk to me.

In response, he pulled himself up into my crotch, taking my dick all the way to the base and refusing to let go. The message seemed clear.

“Alrighty, you asked for it," I chuckled, and resumed my pace, not holding back the urge to unload anymore. My hips started to move faster and faster, pushing harder into him. I could hear my balls slap against his face. My breathing grew ragged, and I could feel hot tension building between my legs.

He gagged around my dick, and I would have pulled out had he not dug his claws into my thigh to keep me from pulling away, so I powered through it, holding nothing back. “Oh fuck, oh fuck," I repeated in a whisper, humping my son's face until I couldn't speak anymore, just groans and expletives as his throat sent me over the edge. He didn't even need to swallow it, I just pumped my load directly into him.

I laid there in the afterglow for a few seconds. My knees were jelly, spread to either side, all of my weight keeping my cock lodged in his mouth. He gagged again, and I shot up with a start, remembering that he needed to breathe!

He gasped and coughed, breathing heavy, still purring away as I knelt beside him.

“You good?" I asked him, concerned.

“So good, you have no idea," he groaned, his hand moving to his dick. “Fuck, I am right on the edge."

I pushed his hands away and got between his legs. “Hey now, let Dad do that." I grabbed his dick and put it back in my mouth, bobbing my head up and down vigorously. He let out a sharp exhale, grabbing my head as I worked his dick. It wasn't long until he let out a subdued whimper, and I tasted his bittersweet cum in my mouth, spurt after spurt coating my tongue.

I sat up and made a big show of swallowing it. “Gotta finish what I started!"

He giggled, and we looked at each other with drained lust. Joy simmered in my chest. I scooped RJ up in my arms and hugged him tight, dragging him down into the nest of blankets and pulling him close. He pushed his back against my belly, and I draped an arm over him.

“That was amazing!" I breathed. “I really needed that."

“Absolutely," he sighed.

We laid there like that for a while. My head was still swimming with what we had just done, but post-nut exhaustion was starting to set in. The swimming slowed to a paddle, then just floating. I layed there with my son in my arms, nose buried in his hair. It smelled like sandalwood and jasmine. That's all I could think about.

I woke up slowly, like a bear coming out of hibernation. It was light outside the tent, but I wasn't sure how early it was. That was something I loved about the woods.

It dawned on me that I was naked, and the man I was wrapped up in the blankets with was my son, RJ, also naked. I sucked in a breath as I remembered the night before.

He must have heard that, prompting him to shuffle around to face me. His long hair was messy and disheveled, strands going in every direction. It made me smile.

His face was neutral, but his blue eyes burned.

“Hey," he muttered.

“Hey." I pushed some of the hair out of his face. Damn, he was handsome. That thought surprised me, but it was true.

His face didn't change. “Are you okay?"

“Just fine. A little sore." I grunted involuntarily as I rolled on my side, propping my head up.

“Did we get it out of our system?" he asked.

I didn't feel like we had.

“We said we'd stop when it feels weird. Does it feel weird yet?"

“Not at all," he said, and turned back to look at me. “That's what I mean. What happens when we go home?"

“Besides fucking at home?"

He gave me an incredulous grin. “Is that how it is? We just… keep going?"

I thought for a moment, but I didn't have an answer for him. “I guess we'll just have to find out."

He stared at me, those bright eyes contemplating so much, and giving away so little.

“I love you, Dad."

I kissed my son on the lips, tenderly and romantically.

“I love you too, my boy."

After laying for a while, we got up to start the new day. We got dressed, and talked and joked as we got a simple breakfast together, almost like nothing had happened. We had always been close, but something felt different. It felt like something bigger, like somebody had knocked out a wall to let the light in and we hadn't even realized how cramped it had been before.

This trip had changed us. For the better, I hoped. I had no idea what was in store for us, but I knew I would always have him. Neither of us would do it alone.