"Yep I still got it." he said with a smile on his face. Taking large bites out of his stack. Making his face more messy then it was before. "These are pretty good." he said and licked his lips. Taking gulps of red bull. "So I am thinking of going out later this afternoon. Need to get some things around the house. Anything you need?" he asked.

Isaac too had a little mess on his face, but he cleaned it up with a napkin. He took a sip of orange juice and looked at his father. "Hmm, I may need some more pencils and pens for college. But then again it's summer break, so you can get those if you want to.." Isaac said as he took another bite of his waffles.

He nods his head and makes a mental note to get what his son asked for. "That is true it is summer break." he said and smiled. "Man I remembered all the good times we had over summer break. Going to the beach, camping, the theme park. Rethinking them...makes me feel old." he said and sigh. Looking at his son and smiled. "You grown into such a handsome and mature man. Your mother would be so proud if she was around and sighed.

After his wife died, he never went on other dates. Because he felt like there was no one other out there for him and he also has his son to raise. Soon he finished his breakfast and put the dirty dishes into the dish washer. "Well. I am gonna take a shower now." he tells Isaac. Walking over to him and ruffled his hair playfully. Then makes his way up the stairs to the master bathroom. Leaving the counter and the waffle iron a mess.

Isaac couldn't help but grin at those words. It was always good to recieve compliments, but Isaac was always embarrassed by them. "Hehe, thanks pop, but you aren't that old you know. And besides, we can still do fun things together. If you don't wanna feel THAT old.." Isaac teased, giggling as his hair was rubbed before Robert went up to shower. But Isaac giggled at the mess made, before cleaning up after him.

About a half hour later, his father came back down worth a towel around his neck, wearing no shirt, showing off his great body. At least he was wearing acid wash jeans. "Mm, that shower felt so good." he said with a smile on his face. Walking into the kitchen to see that the mess was cleaned up. "Huh, I guess I don't need to clean...sweet." he said.

When Isaac was a little boy, he used to be so firm with him, but still loving. He praised him when he did good, punish him with mostly spankings when he was bad, spending much time as he could. Now that his son was eighteen, he was being more free spirited and asking more like a roommate with his son then a father. "So son, Do you have any plans for the summer? I mean I bet you and your friends are gonna go on some trips." he said with a grin on his face. Going over to the fridge and pulls out a beer.

Isaac was sitting in the living room, watching the news when he saw his dad come downstairs. He looked up and blushed at the sight of his dad's toned body. There's that feeling again, and this time it was in his jeans. "(What's wrong with me?)" he thought to himself, but jumped as his dad asked about his summer plans. "Well, my friends are already down at Miami, so I pretty much stuck here..'

He walks into the living room with the beer in his hand. Taking a seat in an arm chair that was a foot away from the couch. Hearing that his friends had left already for summer. He looks at him with a small frown. "I am sorry to hear that." he tells him. Taking a sip of his beer. "Well if you want, you we can do something. Like the good old days. That is if you want to spend it with an old man like me." he said and laughed. While he does call himself old and might be, he looks so young, but still older then his son.

Isaac blinked at that. "Really? We can hang out?" Isaac said, smiling at that. It's been a while since the two did something together, and what better way than to have a little father/son time. After much thought, he gave a nod. "Alright sure, let's do it dad. And stop saying you're old and you're not. You look like you could be my brother." Isaac admitted to him.

He was happy to hear that he would like to spend time with him over the break. It's been a long time since they had father and son bonding time. Then he was told to stop calling himself old, because he didn't look it. That he could be mistaken for his older brother. He couldn't help himself but to take a big chug of his beer and laugh. "Flattering will get you so far." he tells him.

Isaac laughed at him, getting up to stretch. "So what do you tyink we should do? Go to the mall, camping, movies?" he asked him, giving the list of things they used to do back in they day. But remembered each one earned him a spanking for misbehavior, making him blush in embarrassment.