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I grew up to be a lot taller than my dad. At the beginning of high school, I caught up to his height of 5"5' and knew there was a chance my height would stop there. I was pleasantly surprised that I'd grown past 6" by the time I graduated.
I tower over my dad now, I must've gotten my height from my mom's side. Her brothers were tall like me, even if she was about the same height as my dad. Genetics are weird that way but it worked out for me. I was a star basketball player in high school. That got me a full ride to play college ball and I had a blast.
My mom passed away while I was still in high school and I'm not sure that my dad's been able to completely heal from losing her. She really was the love of his life and his light seems a little diminished since her passing. I don't even think he's gone on a date yet.
Now that college is over, I'm moving back home to figure out my next move. My dad still lives in the house I grew up in so I was looking forward to being home.
I pack my car full of my belongings and make the hours long drive back home. I only had to stop once for some gas and snacks. The car ride was beautiful and a couple podcasts and playlists kept me entertained enough, it wasn't too bad of a ride. I should've made the time to visit dad more often while I was away.
When I finally arrive a couple hours later, I walk into the house and see a long haired woman in the dining room, facing away from me and folding some laundry.
"Hi, is my dad around?" I had no idea who would be here besides him. Maybe he hired a cleaning service?
When they turned around I was surprised to see it was my dad. His hair was a lot longer than the last time I saw him and I never noticed he was so bottom heavy.
"Hey kiddo, welcome home!" He drops the towel he was folding back into the basket and walks towards me, smiling that comforting, contagious smile.
"Woah dad, how long has it been since I've seen you? How'd your hair get so long?" I tease him and muss it up a bit.
"Yeah I guess I haven't thought about cutting it now that I barely have to make it into the office anymore." He says as he attempts to smooth it back down. It's got some wave to it and looks pretty cool. Kind of a hippy vibe.
"Haa, Guess not. Well you don't look too shabby. You actually look kind of relaxed, it's a nice change. I like it." I compliment him which brings a smile back to his face.
"Really? Thanks bud." He stands on his top toes and wraps his arms around my neck to give me a hug. "I've missed you, it's going to be great having you home."
I return the hug and lean back and lift him off the ground a bit. "Me too, dad. It's good to be home." Since he's smaller than me, I can pick him up the way he used to pick me up as a kid. It's funny how time turns tables.
He kisses me on the cheek and smiles up at me.
I set him back on the ground and noticed his house clothes seem pretty relaxed and kind of skimpy. I also notice the weight he's gained, nothing major but his legs and chest look a little heavier.
He turns around to go to the kitchen and I follow him while he asks if I want anything to drink. "Just a water." I reply as I notice his bubblebutt sway with each step. His tight shorts don't look to leave much to the imagination at all.
I shake my head a bit to clear my thoughts, I'm gonna need to find a hot babe to bang on the regular now that I'm geographically disconnected from my previous roster of ladies.
Dad reaches up for the glasses in the cupboard and struggles a bit. So I walk up behind him, place a hand on his waist and easily grab a glass. "Here you go, pops."
I hand it to him and as I reach back up for another one, I feel his soft butt meet my pelvis and I had to stop myself from reflexively grinding into him. Oof, yeah I was gonna need to find a new chick, stat. Dad turns around and hugs me again.
"It's really good to have you home, I forgot how handy you are." He says as he relaxed into my arms. He must really be lacking in the physical contact department so I return the embrace.
We've never shied away from being an affectionate family but there's some connections you need that a family can't provide. I worry for him a bit, he deserves love and to be loved. It's long overdue that he start dating again.
"Yeah dad, me too." I say, enjoying the contact.
We stay like that for a while, neither of us wanting to be the first to break the connection. When we finally part, I ask him if he's been seeing anyone. He laughs a little and replies "No son, I think that time for me has passed."
"Dad, you're barely 40, you have a lot of life left to live. You don't have to live it alone." I say, offering him what little wisdom I have.
"Wow, college kid, you sound wise. Well I'm glad you're here, I won't be so alone. At least until you find a girlfriend and move out." He says with a smile but there's sadness in his eyes at the thought of me leaving again.
"I'm not rushing into anything serious, you might be stuck with me for a while." At that we both smile, content with the current arrangement.
Over the course of the next couple days, we ran a few errands and made sure I got situated and had everything I needed. I saw dad in multiple different shorts of varying lengths; mostly short athletic type, sometimes the form fitting, wedgie inducing, bubble butt enhancing ones I couldn't peel my eyes from. I found myself staring constantly and rubbing my cock through my pants. I knew it was wrong but I liked looking at my dad's fat ass.
He worked mostly at home, ate his meals at home and even exercised at home. He wasn't going to meet anyone hunkered down in the safety of these four walls. I decide to ask him about it one morning over breakfast.
"So dad, how's the love life going?" I ask around a mouth full of cereal.
He laughs a little, "I just haven't had it in me to try again. Your mom was the love of my life, how can I even think about replacing her?"
"Dad, she would want you to be happy." I say.
"I am happy, I don't want for nothing. I have everything I want already. And having you here will counteract any loneliness I may feel sometimes." He reassures me with a smile.
"Yeah but dad, I'm sure there's some things you miss doing with mom you could do with somebody else. Finding a soulmate doesn't need to be your end goal, maybe just a little physical satisfaction every once in a while." I say to comfort him.
"Oh I don't know, I haven't been with anyone in so long I'm not sure I'd be any good at it." He says, confessing his insecurities.
"Do you still masturbate?" I ask invasively. We've never spoken about sex this candidly before but I wanted to make sure he really was doing fine.
"Well, yeah..." He admits bashfully.
"Good, then. That's normal and it's important to maintain good sexual flow. Even at your old age." I tease him.
"Hey, I'm not that old." He playfully punches my arm.
"I know, and you still look great." I compliment him.
"I think I've gained some weight, though.." he says, a little embarrassed.
"Yeah, I thought so. It looks good on you so don't worry, you carry it well." A bit of an understatement, he's got a similar body type to the chicks i loved fucking back on campus. The freshman 15 made some hot chicks even hotter.
"Thank you son, I'll consider getting back out there." He says unconvincingly.
"Alright, don't take too long or I'm going to set up a dating profile for you." He smiled at me and I whip my phone out to take a pic. "There, already got the first pic to use when I set it up."
Periodically I'd snap candid pics of dad around the house. I started doing it more frequently regardless of his state of dress just in case I got a good photo to use. I started noticing the way he walked and did simple tasks, how his hips swayed and body moved.
He was actually really pretty. His long hair swaying behind him, some shots I'd take didn't even look like a man with his wide hips and his fatty chest.
I was getting more and more hot for my dad as the days went on. It was really weird. I went on dates every so often and found myself thinking about my dad and wishing I was home with him lounging and enjoying his company.
Even when I managed to find a chick to fuck, I'd end up imagining it was my dad's bubblebutt I was sliding in and out of. It wasn't going away either, it kept getting worse with each date. Why was I so turned on by my dad's body?
As the week's went on, dad still wasn't putting any effort into dating and I was getting kind of bored of the pointless dates I was going on. I teased him about starting his profile and he just waved me off saying he wasn't in the market to change his life at the moment. I accepted it and took a pic of his profile view and admired how curvy his ass looked from the side. I rubbed my growing boner as I walked to my room.
I lay on my bed and browsed through my gallery of all the shots I had taken of my dad, all of them looked so hot even when he was doing the most mundane task or pose. I took my cock out and started jacking off thinking about touching him and appreciating that plump booty. That wasn't the only time I came looking through those pics.
After one particularly bad date, I was on my way home when I decided to just give up on it for a while. My heart just wasn't in it and more often then not, neither was my dick. I pulled up to the house and the lights were all off, dad must've already called it a night and went to bed.
I was a little disappointed as I wanted to talk to him a bit. so I double checked as I was walking by his room and knocked lightly on the door and peaked in.
"Dad, are you awake?" I whisper into the dark room.
"Sure, bud. Come on in. What's up?" He asks as he flicks a bedside lamp on. He's laying under the covers shirtless and pats the bed next to him. I walk in and sit on the corner. I couldn't help but notice the room had a heavy, hot feeling in the air and smelled slightly of lube and sex.
Did I possibly walk in on my dad jerkin' it?
"Hi, dad. Sorry to bother you. I, uh, just wanted to talk a bit. I just got home from a date and I don't know how I feel about it. I know I give you shit about not dating and encourage you to get out there but I'm starting to understand not having the desire to go through with it. Even when I have sex with these chicks, I'm distracted and not really into it." I vent to him and he nods and listens, it felt really good to process what I've been feeling and tall about it with somebody.
"I'm sorry you're feeling that way, that sucks. Especially if you're not enjoying the sex. Maybe it's the area, the fish in this pond might not be what you're used to after living in a college town." My dad says, helping me to figure it out.
"That could be it, but I doubt it. It's probably more of the same, honestly." I try to rack my brain figuring it out but I think deep down I already knew.
I saw my dad move around on the bed a little and his face tensed up for just a second. It looked like he was stifling a moan.
"Are you okay, dad?" I ask with concern.
"Mm, yeah. I just uh, my stomach is all." That's when I notice the bottle of lube on the bedside table. I interrupted his jerk session alright, probably fighting a bad case of blue balls right now.
"Sorry dad, I shouldn't have woken you up. We can talk about this more in the morning if you're up for it." I offer, getting up from the bed.
"No, wait. It's fine, I'm really glad you came to talk to me tonight and you feel comfortable enough to open up to me." He says as his face clenches again and I see his eyes flutter a bit towards the back of his head.
"Are you sure you're okay? You look like you might be in pain." I ask him as he bites his lip.
"I'm fine, really. It's just, uh, well this is kind of embarrassing but I was masturbating before you came in here." He says bashfully while looking at the lube on the bedside table.
"Yeah, I did notice that there, sorry. This was bad timing." I apologize. When I get up to leave he grabs for my arm and his face screws up even more.
"Mm. Wait. We should really finish our conversation. As your father I want to be there for you and talk about these things. We shouldn't ignore our feelings because that's the manly thing to do." He says encouragingly.
"Alright dad, do you want to finish off first? You look like you're ready to burst any moment." I tease him a bit with a smirk.
"I don't think you want to see that, that'd embarrass both of us pretty bad." He chides back.
"Not at all, we're both men here. It's totally normal to masturbate. No judgements." I reassure him.
"Well, it'd be totally understandable if you judged me for this. Its a little unconventional." He says as he looks away, ashamed.
"What do you mean?" I ask, curiosity piqued.
"Well, okay but don't freak. It'd be easier to show you." He says apprehensively.
"Okay. Like I said, no judgements." I say, excited to see what he's going to show me.
"Alright, here goes.." he lifts the bedsheet down, slowly revealing himself until his small, soft cock is on display. He must've lost his erection while we were talking. He lowers the blanket further and that's when i see it. Between his legs, plunged halfway inside of him was a fat, flesh colored dildo.
"Oh wooow." I whisper in awe, amazed at seeing a fake fallis shoved up inside of my dad. I've never envied rubber more in my life. In that moment I realized exactly why dating hasn't been as great as I was accustomed to. Those holes weren't my dad's.
"Wow dad, I, uh, I had no idea you were into this." I say, finding my voice after a couple dumb-struck seconds. He bends his knees so that his hole situation is on better display.
"This was actually your mother's. After she passed I used to have it near me, remembering the times we used it on her together. Then I started rubbing it on my hole when I masturbated until eventually I started putting it in me." It was so hot listening to how my dad became a pussy boy. He then started to insert it deeper into himself, slowly, to demonstrate.
"It hurt in the beginning, the pain was almost unbearable and I couldn't believe people could tolerate it. With each session though I learned to appreciate the pain and accept it as temporary until the pleasure took over. It would roll over me, especially once I started hitting my G-spot. I'd target it with each thrust as I was overwhelmed with bursts of pleasure." He exclaims as he quickens the pace.
"That might be why I haven't tried dating yet. Maybe I can't help but still feel like it's cheating on your mom? But how could I even ask a woman to do this for me? They would freak out. This is safe and easy." He says as he's enjoying the motions of his hand.
"I loved sex with your mom, don't get me wrong. But fucking myself with her dildo has given me the best orgasms of my life." His eyes roll back as he speeds up his strokes, enjoying the sensations. His soft, floppy cock lays motionless as all his attention is focused on his fat hole.
I reach out and put my hand over his and his eyes pop open in surprise. "Here, let me." I tell him and he lets go so I can take over. He holds on behind his knees and keeps his legs bent towards his chest.
"Fuuuuck." We both moan out together as I watch his ass swallow the dildo I'm plunging into his welcoming hole. Watching it easily go in and out, dad was clearly enjoying letting someone else take over for once.
I repeat the process for a couple minutes, alternating different speeds to see his reaction. Teasing him with a slower fuck, surprising him with a faster one.
After a while, I was deep dicking the entire eight inch dildo into him, watching him take it like a champ. I took it out for a better view of his hole and it stayed gaped open for a second before starting to close back up again. His gash was beautiful. He's clearly been doing this for a while now cuz his hole looked fat, open and wrecked. Looking more elongated like a pussy than a puckered up asshole.
I moved my hand that wasn't holding the dildo to trace around the outline of his hole. It was beautiful. I inserted a couple fingers and felt the hot insides of his anal walls welcome me.
I felt him groan as much as I heard it. He really was enjoying this.
"Wow dad, your ass really likes this. You must have a ton of pleasure sensors down here or something." I say, amazed.
"I guess so, I've been doing this for so long but it feels so different having somebody else touch me." He says with pleasure.
"I bet. You know this dildo looks to be about the same size as me." I let him know, casually mentioning my cock.
"Oh really? Wow you're blessed, you must not have taken after your old man in the cock department." He says as he playfully shakes his flaccid cock. "You should let it breath, take it out."
"Okay, sure." I remove my fingers from his hot hole so that I can slip my pants down. My hard cock slaps my stomach in a dramatic reveal.
"Oh yeah, you got a big one. I bet the lucky ladies love feeling that snake slide up inside them." Dad says as he rubs the circumference of his hole before breaching it with a couple fingers. He moans as he fingers himself while staring at my cock.
It was so hot being admired with such desire. I stroke my big cock a couple times as my dad continues to finger fuck himself while staring at my piece. It was so fucking hot watching him please himself.
I sat back down and continue stroking with one hand as my other resumes playing with his hole. He doesn't take his fingers out so I match his motions as we both appreciate his entrance.
"You got such a hot hole, dad. It looks like a pussy. You've been really working it out haven't you?" I ask, full of lust.
"Yeaahh." He moans as I compliment his hot ass. We continue sliding in and out of his open gash.
"This feels good, huh? Not quite as full as that dildo though, I bet. Being used to that, you probably feel a little empty right now." I tease him as I plunge my fingers into him as far as they could go. I shake my digits, targeting his G spot and watch him squirm on the bed, mouth slack and eyes rolled back.
"OoOohh fuuckk." He moans.
"Fuck what, dad?" I ask, egging him on.
"Me. Fuck me. Please." He says the magic words.
"Alright, I can fill you up with that dildo again. What do you think?" I tease him a bit, knowing damn well where this was going.
"Yes. Put it in me. Your cock. Fuck me with your cock." He says impatient with lust.
Music to my ears. I was so hot and ready to plunge my cock into my dad. Something I never thought I'd do, or even wanted to, but here I was and my cock was leaking at the chance.
I climb up on the bed as our fingers leave the warm confines of his hole and I point my cock right at his entrance. Unfortunately I wasn't going to last long, I was damn near ready to blow my load already. I trace the outlines of his hole, leaving a snail trail of precum behind as my sensitive cock head teases his waiting hole.
"Ohh, ungh." My dad, lost in nirvana, twitches on his bed in expectation as my cock lightly kisses the entrance to his secret pleasure tunnel.
Unable to hold off any longer, I slowly plunge forward and immediately feel the warmth of his wet anal walls welcome me and suck me in. The tight orifice squeezing my cock as I travel through. He's already nice and slicked up from the lube he was playing with earlier. I progress further and further at a snails pace to avoid causing any irritation or pain.
Looking at my dad's face, I see that he's in heaven. A look of serenity plastered across his face as his only child is splitting him in two. I'm holding him by his ankles and keeping him spread as wide as his flexible legs will allow.
I finally feel my pelvis make contact with his fat ass as my entire cock has gained entrance. I grind into him, basking in the hot heat emanating from inside of his ass.
"Ohh fuck, dad. You feel so good." I say as I grind my cock into him, trying to hit every inch that I can.
"You too. I had no idea a real cock could feel even better." He says as he grinds back against me.
I pull out a bit and push back in on an upward stroke, trying to smash his G-spot every time. I wanted to make him feel just as good as he was making me feel. I was lost in lust as my strokes were getting longer and faster, soon enough I was pile driving hard and fast into him.
I had him thrashing on the bed beneath me, his eyes squinted and head moving side to side. He would illicit cute little gasps and moans periodically and grunt whenever I smashed into him.
This was the reason I wasn't successful in dating. This was what my cock really wanted. Watching dad walk around in his tight shorts, showing off his fat ass had flipped something in me and my desires changed. Now here we are and our relationship has changed.
I look into his eyes and lean down and plant my lips on his. I'm fucking him fast as my cock and now my tongue repeatedly enters his body. We make out heavy as our bodies start to sweat and our moans are more frequent.
Kissing dad like this was incredible, the fireworks going off were like nothing I've experienced before. Even all the chicks I was with at college didn't compare. Whatever was happening here was like nothing else.
I had to slow down my strokes a bit as I was close to cuming and I didn't want this to end quite yet.
"Oh fuck, dad, I'm so close to cuming." I say as I continue to pummel my cock into him.
"Me too, you're gonna fuck the cum right out of me." My dad says as we gaze into each other's eyes before reconnecting our mouths. I loved making out with my dad, especially with my cock buried in his ass.
We fuck for another couple of minutes before the velvety smooth warmth of his ass overwhelms my senses and I'm ready to burst.
"Aahh fuuck dad I'm gonna cum." I say into his mouth between kisses. "Get ready."
The sounds of our moans and skin slapping skin as my body slams into his echo in the room around us as we fuck like crazy. I pound into him as I slam against his prostate and make his toes curl.
"Ohh baby, you're fucking the cum right out me." My dad says as his ass squeezes my cock harder than before and flexes with each shot of cum flying out of his cock. "Ahh ungh uh uh." He moans unintelligibly as his climax overtakes him.
His ass clenching my cock sets me off as I unleash my seed deep in his bowels. I flood his guts as I suck his tongue, our arms wrapped tight around each other like lovers. I shoot half a dozen shots of cum inside of him, soaking his wet walls even more.
My strokes slow down until it's just a slow grind into him. Our kissing lessens until they're just sweet little pecks. I break the kiss and nuzzle into his neck, breathing deep and enjoying the post climactic high.
"Fuuuuuuck, that was crazy." I say in disbelief at the events that just unfolded. Here I was recovering from the best orgasm of my life and it was brought on by fucking my dad.
"That was incredible." My dad sighs into me, kissing my neck and shoulder while feeling up my strong back. "That was really something else, I gotta say."
"Yeah it was. Are you okay with what just happened?" I lean up to look in his eyes.
"Oh, absolutely." My dad says with a smile. "If that's what dating's like, maybe I should get back out there." My heart drops at the idea of losing my dad to someone else..
"What do you say son, would you want to date your old man?" I smile bigger than I have in a long time as I lean down to seal the deal with a kiss. I'm not letting this ass go and I have zero temptation to see what else is out there.
We were lucky enough to find love where it always was.
