Lesson Learned

The sun had set completely, and only the comforting glow of moonlight now lit up the camp site. Lloyd had resigned to lying down, ignoring his throbbing shoulder, staring up at the few stars that had begun to appear in the sky. Kratos, feeling a slight shiver, climbed to his feet and told Lloyd he would collect some wood for a fire. The young swordsman, still lost in his own disappointment, merely nodded.

As Kratos wandered off into the woods, he wandered what he could to do to cheer Lloyd up. He hadn’t expected the boy to become so despondent because he had suffered an injury by the mercenary’s hand. Was he at fault? He had never meant to hurt him like that, and had even apologized, but perhaps this was something that Lloyd needed to solve on his own.

He moved through the trees for several minutes, gathering up old pieces of bark, large sticks, and old pieces of wood… anything that would burn. Once he had gathered a sizeable pile in his arms, he returned to the site, dismayed to see Lloyd still staring up at the night sky. He had never seen him brood so much over something.

Moving over and kneeling down near where they sat down, he started to clear away some of the dirt and arranged the debris in a neat pile. Then, leaning back, he whispered a hushed “Fireball.” The orbs of flame streaked out from his palm and engulfed the pile, already erupting into am impressive blaze. Satisfied, he leaned back, reveling in the warmth the licking flames provided.

As he stared into the fire, the colors began to blur and his mind began to wonder, almost in response. He thought of Lloyd, Anna, Yuan… the memories began to blur as he pondered all he had experienced and all he had lost. Really, the only precious thing left to him was sitting right on the other side of the fire… his son.

Lloyd had sat up by now, tired of continually reliving the battle and going over in his mind what he could have done better… what he could have done to avoid the humiliating accident. He suddenly began to chat with Kratos, talking about their fighting styles, the journey of regeneration, their companions… and Colette.

“I always feel so weird around Colette,” Lloyd admitted, looking sheepish. “I mean, I like her a lot… but I dunno, I feel like I want more then that.”

Kratos nodded, not surprised. It was natural for Lloyd to develop feelings, considering how close they were. An inseparable pair.

Lloyd sighed softly, shaking his head. “And then I get these… other feelings. Like, urges or something… I just can’t shake it off.”

“Well, Lloyd…” Kratos began, almost afraid to broach the subject. “You’re growing up. Going through puberty is natural at your age. These hormonal feelings, this is a time when they’re absolutely raging.”

Lloyd glanced over, frowning slightly as he listened. “But it happens so often! I feel like I need to do something about it.”

Staring into the flickering flames, Kratos tried to figure out what he needed to say. He had never imagined having to coach his son through these unbearable teenage years. But, he thought back to when he had been Lloyd’s age, all those years ago, and how lost he had felt.

“Well, Lloyd… most boys your age learn how to take care of those feelings themselves. Do you… get what I’m saying?” Kratos questioned, feeling slightly strange about speaking of such a subject. But it suddenly reminded him that he had not had a chance to rub one off in quite a few days… not much privacy was to be had while traveling, despite his singular tent.

Lloyd nodded. “Yeah, but doing it never seems to help… I must be doing something wrong. I can’t do anything right…”

Frowning at Lloyd’s final remark, Kratos couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. Here he was, experiencing all these new and unusual things as he matured, and without a real father to help him… or so he thought.

“Well, Lloyd… if you think it wouldn’t be too embarrassing for you, maybe we could… do it together. I might be able to find out what you’re doing wrong.” Did he really just say that? Kratos almost immediately regretted it. Yet, strangely, he felt compelled to continue.
Lloyd’s eyes lit up. “R-really, Kratos? You’d… do that?” The mercenary nodded solemnly, despite what his conscience was telling him. Perhaps it was the fire messing with his head, or because he had so much pent-up inside from the lack of relief… but he couldn’t take his mind off of it.

“So right here in front of the fire, do you think?” Lloyd questioned. Kratos nodded in reply. Invigorated, Lloyd began to strip once more, kicking off his boots and beginning to peel off his layers, trembling with excitement. As Kratos too began to shed his clothes, he was shaking, but for a different reason… was he prepared for this?

In just a few moments, Lloyd sat in his underwear, scooting slightly closer to the fire to warm up. Kratos had removed all but his boxers as well, wondering where he was to go from here.

Suddenly, Lloyd glanced towards him, almost expectantly. His fingers hung around the waistband of his trousers. Kratos, finally nodding, pulled down his boxers, pulling them off over his legs, and tossed them to the side. Lloyd too had finished, hugging close to the fire, almost afraid to expose his now-naked frame. But he had asked for this.

Scooting closer to Kratos, Lloyd leaned back, finally revealing himself. Kratos glanced over, and couldn’t help but notice, again, how much more alike they seemed to be. Lloyd was growing ever bigger, and he was not too far behind his father in terms of size. A tiny bush of brown hair was growing along his region, and a tiny trail led up to his navel.

“S-so, Lloyd. Would you like me to start?” The boy nodded eagerly. Kratos, his entire body almost shaking, lowered his hands to his already-stiffing member and began to massage it slowly as he closed his eyes, throwing his head back. Once at full-length, he began to stroke along the shaft in earnest... slowly at first, then gradually increasing his pace.

Lloyd glanced down at his own member. It was already growing, and, mimicking Kratos’ movements, he began to rub it slowly, gently massaging his balls as he did so. Then, stealing another quick glance at the man beside him, began to stroke softly, electrified by the feelings coursing through him. This was nothing like what he had tried to do.

Kratos was already immersed in a memory of Anna as he worked, almost completely forgetting Lloyd beside him. Lloyd… he suddenly remembered that this was basically the boy’s first time, and he was probably nervous enough, doing it with someone else. He opened his eyes, glancing at Lloyd, who was frowning slightly.

“Lloyd, what’s wrong?” The young swordsman glanced up, surprised. He had noticed earlier that Kratos was completely into what he was doing, figuring he wished to be left alone. “N-nothing. I just, it feels good… but I feel like I need something more…” He murmured, unsure of what he was trying to say. He sighed.

“Lloyd, that’s normal. Some men just… can’t replicate the feeling that someone else can give. If you want, I could…” Did he really want to finish that sentence? Where were these ideas coming from? His own manhood was egging him on.

“…You’d help me?” Lloyd finished, smiling. “It’s fine, if you don’t mind… I really want to learn how to do this.” Kratos nodded. He reached over a tentative hand, almost undecided. Another twitch from down below, and he was almost too eager.

Grasping his own son there, it still felt slightly wrong. But something compelled him to continue as he began to rub up and down. Lloyd, trembling with bliss, closed his eyes as pure ecstasy began to wash over him. This felt radically different from what he had tried to do himself.

As Kratos continued, he suddenly got more into it, almost all his inhibition washed away. He scooted slightly closed, until they sat side by side, continuing to pleasure the boy. If it was any evident in his body language, Lloyd was in heaven.

Suddenly uncaring about how far this went, Kratos gently scooted around until he sat in front of Lloyd. Lloyd opened his eyes, wondering what the momentary pause was about.

“Just trust me…” Kratos whispered in a voice so unlike his own. He gently lowered his head, then stopped, his head once again in a mental rage. This was his son… what was he doing? When would this stop?

His own lust overtaking him, Kratos gently removed his hand from Lloyd’s member, then lowered down, gently taking the head into his mouth, his teeth roving over as he did so. Lloyd shuddered, the new sensation rushing up his body and causing a slight shiver. He moaned softly as Kratos gently took more into his mouth, slowly beginning to move his head up and down rhythmically.

Kratos shut his eyes, clearing away all other thoughts as he gently blew his own son. He allowed his tongue to gently swirl around as he lifted up, softly toying with the sensitive head as he caressed it softly. Another shudder rocked Lloyd’s body, and it was evident he was close. Kratos sunk down over the member once more. It was only a few more seconds before he sank back, and Lloyd suddenly released, the seed spilling over as some spat into the air, rolling over Kratos’ chest and crotch.

Lloyd suddenly fell still, panting softly as he relived those past few seconds, the sheer ecstasy he felt as Kratos worked over him. This was nothing like what he had tried to do to himself. Was it just the fact that someone else was doing the deed, or because it was… Kratos?

Leaning back, Kratos smiled satisfactorily as he noticed the joy on Lloyd’s face… the look he had made. Somehow, even after it was over, he still couldn’t tell himself that what he had done was wrong.

Taking a few more seconds to recover, Lloyd suddenly glanced at Kratos and gasped, realizing that all the while they had been doing this, he had completely Kratos’ needs. How selfish was he?

“Kratos, umm… I think it’s your turn now.” Lloyd whispered, sheepishly. Kratos glanced back at him, shaking his head.

“You don’t have to do this, Lloyd.”

“I want to!” Lloyd exclaimed, determined. He felt bad for not being sensitive to Kratos’ needs, even in the midst of his own pleasures.

Kratos stared at him for a few moments, before shrugging. “If you really want to…” His heart was racing, however. What was this going to be like with Lloyd?

Swallowing a lump, Lloyd scooted closer. He reached out tentatively, unable to tear his eyes away from Kratos’ member, which had since gone only slightly erect. Hands closing around the length, he began to massage it slowly, his hands drifting up every so often to run through the silky, dark hair surrounding it.

Kratos threw his head back slightly, once again lost in his own, pleasurable feelings. Shockwaves rippled through his body as Lloyd began to stroke in a gentle, mesmerizing pattern.

After a few minutes of bliss, there was a slight pause. Kratos glanced down, struck to see Lloyd’s face close to his hard-on, pondering. “Lloyd, n-no…” Too late. Lloyd had leaned in, hesitating slightly as he took the head into his mouth, trying to emulate the techniques with which Kratos had done it himself. He sunk down, bobbing up and down as he licked gently at the head.

A slight moan escaped Kratos’ lips as the new sensations swept over him. Lloyd was inexperienced and slightly rough, but it got the job done. He could feel himself growing close as his body shook with pleasure. It almost felt wrong to experience feelings like this. Perhaps it was…

Gasping out slightly, he suddenly released, Lloyd leaning back in time to catch the seed as it spurted over his body, coating his chest and shoulders. As it subsided, Kratos fell back, panting, yet overwhelmed with the immensity of it all.

They sat in silence for awhile, still lost in the past events, when Lloyd spoke up.

“T-thanks, Kratos. That was… wow.” He smiled.

Kratos couldn’t decide if he should be happy or worried. What had he just done? It was easy to justify when lost in the middle of it all. But now, as he reflected on it, he continued to wonder if it was the right thing.
“Anytime, Lloyd,” he finally replied, deciding that he would never knew if it was right or wrong. He was happy to have finally helped his son with a big, new part of his life.

“So, did you learn anything?” Kratos suddenly asked.

Lloyd thought about the question seriously for a few seconds, then grinned.

“Lesson learned.”

He tackled the older man, wrestling him to the ground. They rolled around for a few minutes before finally settling close to the fire, still tangled up in each other. It wasn’t long before they fell asleep.

A father and son.

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