I was happy to be home for Thanksgiving, and sleeping in my old bed. Being away from my family for college was exciting, but also difficult, since I’m very close to my family, especially my dad.
That first night in my old bedroom, even though I was tired, I couldn’t sleep. I stayed awake till I was sure everyone was asleep, and then I started to listen to the tell-tale sounds. It was close to midnight when I heard those familiar creaking of the floor, and then, finally, the sound of the door handle to my bedroom turning.
I lifted my head and looked at the door. He walked into my room wearing a robe. He closed the door quietly, and walked closer to me. Without saying a word, he removed his robe, revealing his naked body in the dim glow of the night.
I pushed away the bed covers, revealing my own naked body and my dick that was already hard. I could see in the faint light a smile on his face. He immediately got onto the bed and laid on top of me, the weight of his body almost squeezed the air out of my lungs. His hairy body rubbed against my smooth, hot skin. I look at him, his face hovered above me for only a second before he crushed his lips against mine. We clawed at each other, two long-lost lovers trying to devour each other’s essence, as if needing reaffirmation that it wasn’t a dream, and the other was real.
I lost track of time, of how long we were passionately kissing each other. But when we finally broke our kiss, both of us were breathing very hard. My hands were still caressing and grabbing every inch of his body that I could reach. He moved his lips to my ear.
"I’ve missed you so much, son" he whispered.
I hugged him harder. “I’ve missed you too, dad.” I replied.
It was tough being away at school, and being away from my dad, my lover. But that night, while everyone else was asleep, we made love twice to rekindle our desires for each other.