This story is a work of fiction. All characters appearing in it are 18+ of age.
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I woke up the next day for several reasons. If you asked me which of these reasons forced me out of my slumber, I could not tell you as I processed them all at the same time. The first one was the faint sunlight streaming in from my open window. It was the weak soft bluish hue of early morning rather than the prickly heat of noon. Another reason was the fact I was laying uncomfortably on my side. My bed was already overcrowded with one more person that should be, and that person, who happened to be my dad, was sleeping next to me on his back, his breathing loud but not annoying, and his big frame taking up twice my space. I had slipped from our entanglement during the night and slept with my back to him while hugging my pillow instead of putting it below my head since he was using the second one. And the final reason, which was alien to me till today, was the new sensation of dried cum on my stomach and between my legs.
Dad and I fucked yesterday. That realization was plastered all over my brain. It was big and consuming and without any known ways to break down and digest. Matter of fact, as I laid there in my crowded yet warm part of the bed, I was trying to go back to sleep unconsciously. Maybe I didn’t want to deal with the situations that awaited me when I woke up, at least not right now, but I tried to close my eyes and will my body to ignore the unbearable hot fuzziness of my bed covers rubbing my naked lower half to no avail. The light of the sun only grew stronger, my sleeping position only got more uncomfortable, and the weird texture of the dried semen around my groin only helped to wake me up more. To be exact, there were two half-damp spots. As I laid there with my eyes closed, I could vividly feel the once-wet fabric of my t-shirt from where I came as my dick got mashed between my Dad and me. And between my legs, the load Dad himself shot in me leaked from my clenched hole and between my legs during the night, slowly creating a big circle around my ass, as if I peed myself. In a way, It did feel like that’s what happened. I felt a special apprehension about the situation I found myself in. It’s that feeling when you find yourself in a new environment like a neighborhood you entered by mistake, or your first day at a new job, or, as I said, when you pee your pants and get scared thinking about what to do. And a new situation it was. I mean… Dad and I fucked yesterday. I know I said this already but it really bears repeating, even if I was trying to run away from it at the moment.
I finally took the plunge and slowly opened my eyes. With the sunlight in my eyes, I could not indulge in sleep to run away anymore. I turned on my back, to the best of my ability without disrupting the big guy next to me, and quietly sat up in bed. I pulled my legs close to me as I pushed my back against the bed headboard. Rubbing the drowsiness from my eyes, I took a deep breath as I looked around me. My room, my comfortable sanctuary, was almost as lovely as it usually was, except for the man sleeping next to me. Dad’s body was massive, and the small bed only helped to further drive home that fact. His wide full chest was rising and lowering gently as he breathed in blissful peace, eyes closed dreaming about who knows what.
Like me, he wasn’t wearing anything from the waist down, having discarded his shorts against mine at the foot of the bed, and his wifebeater was also stained from my cum. I couldn’t help but look at this man and think. Up until yesterday, I had not given him the time of day, always trying to steer clear of his strong personality and honest endeavors. Maybe it was the inherent loneliness I grew up with, having no one to call a close family or a dear friend, that made me ignore that need and cover it up with self-centered hedonism, but the sudden incursion of this eccentrically forward man threatened to reveal just how much I was lacking. In other words, I wasn’t sure how to deal with him. He was my Dad, and he was also the owner of a big personality and beloved by all for it, and, finally, he was a true manly presence. All these different aspects of him overlapped as I gazed upon his sleeping body, my head buzzing with one word. Why?
Why? Why did he kiss me yesterday? Why was he so forward for someone who was supposedly straight? Why were we both so willing? Why? Why? I couldn’t for the life of me think of an answer. Instead, I kept looking at him while hugging my knees close to my chest, my body comfortably cool in its half-nude state. I think it was about half an hour before he started shifting slightly, finally opening his eyes slowly and looking at the ceiling before turning his head and locking his eyes with mine.
We held that stare. Neither of us knew what to say and silence stood between us. I still didn’t understand why he did what he did, and I wasn’t sure he did either. His face betrayed no expressions as he looked deeply into my eyes, and suddenly I was aware that we both had our dicks out. Reflexively, I drew my knees closer to my body in a useless attempt to hide my crotch from his view. Rather, his own dick and balls were laying quite comfortably between his spread-extended legs, powerfully expressing his manhood. I tried to think of something, anything, to break the silence, and finally managed to utter a few words.
“I- What happened yesterday,” I blanked out. I could not form a coherent question. Really, I meant to ask “Why did you fuck me??” but the abrasive words simply did not form in my own mouth.
Dad’s eyes never left mine. He didn’t respond right away. Instead, he took a deep breath and then got up with a grunt as he sat on the bed beside me, our shoulders barely touching. He turned his head towards me again and finally replied.
“I’m sorry son,” He said, with a heavy tone.
It was like a slap to the face. Here I was, lost in the whys and hows, and there he was, already concluding the whole thing was a mistake and apologizing for it. I hated it. I hated it so much. His unbelievable ability to parse and understand the word completely on his own devoid of any external opinion. It’s why he charged in to meet his “son” with such a heavy hand, it’s why he remained overseas all these years without so much as a visit, and it’s the reason we got into his situation in the first place.
“What are you apologizing for? I don’t need an apology!” I said, my tone coming out a bit sharper than I wanted. “I wanna know why you did it!”
He shook his head. “It was a mistake. I was weak and gave in to my emotions.” He replied. “I’m sorry, I can’t apologize enough for making you do this.”
Alright, he was starting to really piss me off now. “Stop apologizing and answer my question.” I straightened my back as I pressed him.
“What do you want me to say? I already told you I was weak and made a mistake” He seemed detached, but I wasn’t letting him go off into his world.
“Oh… you made these mistakes before? Was it with one of your African buddies?” I was now fully turned around on the bed to face him. The scene must have looked very weird at that moment. Dad and son were both naked except for their shirts, sitting on a bed that was struggling to accommodate the both of them while fighting over why they slept together. The hilarity was lost on me though.
“Fuck no!” He replied, his face whipping around, seemingly horrified at the thought.
“So you’re not gay, but you need the other person to be related to you to get it up, got it,” I spit back. What did he mean by that reaction? Was sleeping with a guy this horrifying to him, warranting a bigger reaction than sleeping with his own son? Something dark was bubbling up inside me, and it wasn’t repulsion at the fact Dad had fucked me. I was more annoyed by his reactions. He started this, and now he wanted to steer it in the direction of his imagination. But I wasn’t about to let him.
“What the fuck are you talking about John?” A more genuine reaction. I preferred it. Honest repulsion over fake adult performance. His face started showing signs of distress.
“Well? Tell me. Why did you kiss me last night?” I finally managed to ask it, even if indirectly. Why? Why did you do it with me?
“I-” For one glorious second, his eyes seemed unfocused, he was lost for words. I managed to get some satisfaction out of that split second before he re-focused his mind and answered.
“I couldn’t help it.” He said, looking resigned.
“What does that mean?” I narrowed my eyes. He was still leaning against the bed headboard, but he relaxed slightly against it as if unloading stress from his shoulders.
“When I saw you… jerking off” He almost faltered when saying those words, but ended up saying them anyway. “I was suddenly hit with the realization of how lonely you were. Kids like you should be out and about, getting their rocks off with others their age, not jacking it glued to a computer screen.”
I stared blankly at him. Is this old man demented? Were they living in the Stone Age back in Africa?? What type of old man thinking is this??? Admittedly, yeah, he WAS an old man, but I never expected him to be this old-school.
“My God…” I muttered under my breath as he continued.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about it. How it was all my fault for never being here all this time and leaving you with your mom. She told me how you didn’t have many friends, but when I came back and saw for myself how much you isolated yourself, I was still shocked. You must have been so lonely all this time.”
“Alright, pause a second. First of all, I’m not a kid. Second of all, where the fuck do you get off acting all depressed now of all time? It took seeing your son jerking off to figure out you’re a lousy father? Am I hearing this correctly?” The words came out meaner than I wanted, but I couldn’t help it. The same emotion that made me want to talk this out with my father after we finally started facing each other was the same one that made me bitter about his inflated soap opera.
“Not that!” He was clearly bothered by my focus on my masturbation. “It wasn’t what you were doing specifically then. It was the fact I suddenly got a look into your most private moments when I was dying to get to know you without much effort.”
“And whose fault do you think that was? If you tried talking to someone, me, like a normal human for once, it maybe wouldn’t have been this bad. But no, please go on, you’re the best when you impose your mind on others.”
Now it was his turn to look at me with an agitated expression. It was weird. Yesterday, when I was under him and he was inside me, it felt so comforting and natural. Now, however, I was starting to remember what made me shy away from him in the first place. My dick tingled for a second remembering our time, my first time, yesterday. But only for a second.
“How did you arrive at that conclusion? You barely talk to me, let alone anyone,” He replied sternly, a Dad scolding his son.
It seemed we were locked in an infinite cycle I avoided him because he was too much to deal with, and he pursued me, believing he needed to break my shell at all costs and by any means.
“I talk to Mom, I don’t remember you being here to see that though,” low blow, but I was desperate. His read on me was fairly accurate, and I was feeling the heat. Being put on the spot for my reclusive nature wasn’t a good feeling.
“Who do you think asked me to come back for you?” His eyes held what seemed like pity as he talked.
“What? What do you mean?” I asked, immediately predicting his answer.
“She’s been after me for a while, saying I needed to come back to be there for you at least. You guy barely had a relationship and she was scared you’ll die alone in your room one day.”
“Stop,” I said, my voice suddenly a lot weaker.
“No, since we’re laying our cards out in the open. Your mom has been worried sick about you. And it seems her worries were founded in truth. Imagine my shock at coming back home after so long, only to see my son latched to his computer screen, unable to hold a conversation with his dad.”
There was some truth to his words, but the way he injected his thoughts and conclusions about me into them was infuriating. Mom. she must have been really troubled to nag him like that over me. Here I thought we were happy just as we were, meanwhile, she thought I was some anti-social freak. I needed to talk to her about this, but not before I finished this can of worms I’m in right now.
“Hold it. I get by quite well, thank you very much” I regained a bit of my strength due to my anger. “I can be as social as I want. I just don’t like bumping egos with people as much as you do. That doesn’t make me in the wrong here.” there was anger, but there was also a bit of frustration in my voice. It was so frustrating indeed, finding out this is what my parents thought of me.
Those sad feelings must have shown on my face because Dad’s expression eased up and his eyes got a bit softer.
“No, John, I-” He started but cut him off.
“Don’t try to pin this on me,” my eyes were tearing up but I pushed through it. I don’t think I’d be able to live with myself and my vain pride if I cried here. “You came back of your own violation. It’s not my fault you guys don’t know how to talk to your son properly. I mean good God! Could you not ask these questions before making this much of a big deal over?” words came out faster and my eyes grew hotter.
“NO, that wasn’t ou-”
“I don’t care what self-serving excuse you have for coming back or trying to act like you care for me all of a sudden,” I went on despite his attempts to calm me down “But I’ve had more than enough time to get used to your absence. I might have needed a father then, but I sure as hell don’t want one raising me now. At least not the way you did last night.”
“Don’t say that…” He answered after I finished. His eyes looked more hurt than ever. “Don’t say that…” he repeated. Jesus, I can’t tell what’s happening anymore.
“John…” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Your mother and I were worried about you, that’s right. But I didn’t come back to deal with it like a depressing problem. I came back because I needed to see my son. I had planned from the start to give it my all to have a chance at setting things right, even when it got off to a rough start. I kept telling myself I must help you, even if you disliked me.”
I gulped. This new display of affection was just like yesterday. It was like peeking behind the veil at the inner machinations of his mind. I held my breath as he continued.
“Last night when I saw you, I was overcome by my own failures. I questioned whether I was doing the right thing, whether I had a right to help you after all. But amidst all those confusing thoughts, one thing remained clear. I wasn’t gonna waste this chance.”
“What chance?” I asked, tired of his long-winded dancing around the topic. I just wanted to know why he fucked me.
“The intimate chance. It was a moment where we were forced to confront each other while our walls were down. I happened to find you in such a state, so I tried to be just as open.”
I was now looking at him wide-eyed, completely lost.
“For the love of God, what do you mean???” I asked.
“You looked so lonely…” He finally responded, his eyes glinting with an unknown emotion. “I couldn’t help it… I wanted to make you feel better, to make you feel loved.”
There was a knot in my throat. I needed him to spell it out. It was important that he spelled it out.
“It’s not easy to see your son on his own all this time. I wanted to hug you, and the closer I got, the more I realized how much I wanted to embrace my boy,” He continued with uncharacteristic emotions.“Maybe I just wanted to give you a kiss on the cheek, but you looked at me with those eyes, and I… It was too much for me. I couldn't think properly.”
“Jeez Dad, did I look that bad?” I gave a pained smile. He really got worked up over me, getting too far in his head to realize what he was doing.
“After we kissed, everything moved so fast. I can only imagine it was biology that made our bodies lead the way like that. The warmth I felt, the way you clung onto me, I was-” He stopped and looked at me with renewed conviction “happy.”
“I had my son clinging to me,” he continued “holding me close in a way I never imagined possible. It was just as raw for me as I imagined it was for you, but the love I felt from you pushed me forward. I was really enjoying it, John”
He said it. He said that he was happy when we did it. The knot in my throat loosened up upon hearing this. I was still very worked up and had a lot to say about the ideas swimming in that head of his, but for the first time, I felt the same warmth I felt yesterday. The warmth that let me hand myself over to his sensual whim. Beneath all his thick body and mind, the love for his Son stayed secured close to his heart.
“You know,” I said as I let out a sigh and leaned back next to him, “it wouldn’t kill you to ask me what I think before you close the door on how you feel.” My attempt at teaching him emotional maturity was probably useless, but he still smiled weakly at my exhausted remark.
It felt very natural when I then leaned into his shoulder, letting my head rest on it. I was very hesitant and honestly still not over the emotional turmoil of last night and this morning, yet I couldn’t help it. So many things pushed me to relax with my Dad at that moment. I was still a virgin up till last night, and the big hunk of man that I gave my virginity to was right there by my side, telling me how much he loved me. I was also very conflicted. So many things were crashing into my mind, from replaying last night to thinking about what to do next, that I needed to hold on to something so as not to drown in it. And what better anchor than him?
The moment my head touched his shoulder, I felt his body stiffen up, but he wasn’t nervous. He was holding himself so I would be comfortable. “Again with his earnest attitude,” I thought to myself. He was probably thinking something along the lines of “This is my responsibility to give him a shoulder he can depend on,” the sensuality of the moment lost on him if I had to guess.
We sat in silence for a bit. The sun hadn’t risen that much since we woke up, but the room was now much warmer with sunlight lighting it up and making it stuffier. A thought of adjusting the AC crossed my mind, but I quickly abandoned it. I didn’t wanna move. I was able to feel his body’s slow breathing and blood flow. He was warm and hairy. Not too much, but just enough to make me want to rub my face on his shoulder, but, again, I didn’t think it was the right moment for that. There was a slight hint of sweat from our awkward sleep on him, but it only added to his manly musk.
“God, why does he need to be this manly?” I thought to myself in annoyance.
It was then that Dad moved his hand without a sound. Gently, carefully, he placed it on top of mine. My heart skipped a beat. He was being so sweet that I was starting to get a bit freaked out. I couldn’t let myself get lost in his gestures without knowing where his mind was going exactly, but I still turned my arm around and we held each other’s hands, fingers interlocked.
“Dad…” I said, voice low to not disturb the mood.
“Yeah, Son?” He responded, his voice welcoming.
“I was happy too.” I had to let him know at least this much.
He tightened his hand on mind, but was clearly trying not to squeeze hard, his big paw-like hand delicately encasing mine. The mood was too romantic for a Dad and Son, but we both stayed still.
It took a while, but my thoughts finally locked onto the next thing to do for now.
“Dad…” I called again
“Yeah, Son?” He replied, the same as a bit ago. I admit this small interaction made me melt a bit on the inside. A very sincere moment between us that sprouted from our love making. Still, I had to ask the next most important question right now.
“What do we do about Mom?” Do we tell her? Do we pretend this never happened? Do we keep it a secret? Are we even going to open the way for something like this again? So many thoughts, yet they didn’t need to be said out loud. Dad, no matter how dense, was obviously wondering the same thing. I was still laying my head on his shoulder, so I didn’t see the look in his eyes as he spoke.
“We were lucky your Mom is away for the weekend. I think we can both agree on that first.” I gave an affirmative ‘Hmmm’ and he went on, “But for now, I think we shouldn't worry her.”
Not ‘keep her in the dark’, not ‘hide this from her’, but ‘shouldn’t worry her’. I wondered if he himself realized how his wording sounded, making it so that we were doing this purely for her sake, but I didn’t say anything. I was too tired to get worked up about his little quirks at the moment.
“I doubt we’ll be able to fully process this any time soon, but I don't want this opportunity to bang this out to escape from us.”
“Did he just…“ The thought wasn’t even finished forming in my head when I turned around to see a stupid smile plastered over his face while he looked at me.
“Dad… honestly…” I slapped his chest with my free hand. This man saw fit to make this stupid joke at this precise moment. I had no words. Is this what it felt like when dads embarrassed their kids? My only idea of this was from movies and the like, but experiencing it for myself made me feel like I was a kid at the school’s science fair and my Dad had come around to cheer for me, only to tell everyone embarrassing stories from my childhood. I rubbed the vivid image from my mind.
“What are you suggesting?” I asked, now fully focused again. The calm gentle mood was now replaced by a tense one. Neither one of us dared to talk freely, our newfound peace still raw and green. Instead, we were both waiting for the other one to say it. At the end of the day, it was an undeniable fact we both enjoyed what we did last night. I got to experience wonderful intimacy for the first time in my life, and Dad was able to finally take care of me like he always wanted. But even so, we were both quite hesitant to admit we wanted to feel our bodies mesh together once again.
“John, I know it’s not quite right for me to suggest this, but I want to be there for you.” He eased into it “Do you want me to help you more?” He asked, the nature of his help quite clear. I was suddenly aware that I was naked from below my waist, and so was Dad. Our tighs were barely touching, and the heat was gradually rising along with my dick. I looked him straight in the eye, trying to face him head-on for once.
“I wouldn’t mind being with you again Dad,” I stated clearly. The boy inside me was yearning for his firm love. I wasn’t gonna be able to get over yesterday any time soon. I had tasted what it means to make love and I would’ve been jerking myself off furiously to the memory if it weren’t for how heavy the whole situation was.
I wasn’t one to lie to myself. Maybe it was genetics at work, making me act with the same stupid honesty as him. I didn’t care. I, John, wanted to fuck my Dad again.
Now that we made our stances clear, the rising tension eased a bit as both our expressions mellowed out. We were still holding hands, but now, Dad extended his other hand and placed it gently on my thigh. My breathing got a bit heavier as I felt his warmth on my cold thigh.
“John, are you horny right now,” right from the gate, he slammed me with those words. I gulped and nodded suddenly feeling the powerful pressure he exuded yesterday.
His face drew closer, his eyes never breaking contact with mine. He stopped right before we touched, hovering one lick away from my reach. He was teasing me, now that he was in sex mode, but I wasn’t about to be as timid as yesterday.
I closed the distance, locking our lips together. He seemed taken aback for a second, his mouth staying still as I touched his lips to mine. It was a gentle kiss, full of this newfound intimate emotion in me. I continued passing my lips over his for a bit before he took control again, diving further in without breaching just yet. His hand squeezed my thigh harder, slowly inching its way up towards my groin, while his other hand cupped my cheek.
This time, I was more confident. I let myself melt into his hand a bit, a heavy sigh escaping me. Dad’s kissing got more intense, slowly parting my lips further, his tongue lovingly swiping across the insides of my mouth. His taste was intoxicating. It was the taste of a real-life man, the one right here in my bed, my Dad, and it was seeping into me. I simply had to have more. I moved my hands and grabbed the wrist of the arm holding my face with one, and placed the other on his hairy chest, letting my fingers dig into his soft hair. His chest was strong and broad and I found myself leaning in more. The emotions I had held for too long gushing out all at once.
“You taste amazing, Son” Dad said through deep kisses, not letting our mouths stray too far from each other. I was happy to hear that, liking that he enjoyed my taste as much as I enjoyed his. I wondered what mine was like.
Meanwhile, down below, Dad’s hand had reached my dick. He parted my legs firmly but gently. The cold dread that would've taken over me like yesterday was now long gone. It was different now. I trusted him now. I let my legs spread comfortably as his big hand once again covered me, this time resting on my dick and balls. I could not believe how gentle he was. His hand caressed my private parts, going over my skin whole. The wide grab and skin cover made my dick get harder, slowly rising against Dad’s hand.
“Oh, you like that?” He smiled at me when he felt the tip of my dick poked against his palm. I balled my hand into a fist on his chest and nodded.
“Thanks, Dad,” I said, repeating what happened yesterday. His tender care was genuinely making me euphoric. I let myself rub my face into the crook of his neck. He held his position while I started kissing around. While I laid quick pecks all around his cheek, neck, and chest, his beard and body hair providing a fuzzy cushion and tickling me, his hand now slipped under my balls, working their way from my taint to shaft.
“I’m so glad to see you happy, Son,” He said, kissing the top of my head as his hand played with balls. He slowly rolled them between his fingers, making me squirm my ass a bit, but otherwise continued gently, making his way up and grabbing the base of my dick.
At this point, I was expecting him to start jerking me off, but he just held it and let his thumb rub against the belly of my dick. It took all I had not to buck my hips and move my dick in his hand to use it as a fleshlight.
“Don’t tease me,” I pouted at him, only half-serious “How are you so good at this?”
“It takes a man to know what a man wants,” He replied simply.
“That’s so gay,” We laughed together.
My face was now buried in his chest, eyes closed in bliss while he cradled me, his hand around my back holding me close, and the other one torturing me with pleasure. After a while, he finally started jerking me off for real albeit at a slow pace which only made my sex drive flare up more. Through my cozy resting place, my Dad’s chest, I looked down at what was going on. Dad was fully committed to taking care of me, and it took me a while to notice that his dick was sitting there, untouched.
“How selfish of me,” I contemplated in my head as I reached down, my body going over Dad’s hand that was jerking me off.
Dad’s body did a quick shift at my sudden movement and he was about to say something, but I wasn’t going to let him. The small bed creaked underneath us as I got my head close to Dad’s dick and put my hand on it. The feeling of my hand invading his crotch made him swallow his words and tighten his hand on my dick in return.
I smiled, knowing I got one on him this time, but quickly focused my attention on the wonderful view in front of me. No matter how many times I saw it in porn before, seeing a warm, throbbing, big dick right in front of my face was like nothing I ever felt before. For starters, Dad’s dick was beautiful. I wasn’t one to think of dick as beautiful before, maybe just hot, but his was on another level. Nestled between his hairy thick strong thighs, his dick was long and girthy, standing powerfully at around 8 inches. It was still half hard, but it was still glorious.
I got giddy with the real goal of my fantasies right before me like that. I went on hold it in my had, letting its warmth seep into my palm as I steadied myself with my other hand on Dad’s thigh. I would have wanted to play it cool, but his hand was still working on my shaft, making me get worked up as I started jerking him off in return. Dad closed his eyes at my action, his dick seemingly enjoying this as it grew in my hand into a proper fuck stick. My only thought at that moment was how that massive thing had gone inside me yesterday. Dad had filled me up with his seed then, in an act of pure fatherly love, one I won’t forget anytime soon. Emotions overtook me and I looked back at my Dad, smiled at him as he shot a confused look at me, then drew my mouth closer to the base of his dick, and started kissing him lightly there.
“John, wait.” I felt his hands pat my head as I looked up at him, asking for the reason with my eyes. I must have looked like a sad puppy since his face relaxed into a half grin half frown.
“You don’t have to do that for me,” He said.
“But I want to,” I wasn’t about to let him ruin our mood. I pressed on, “If it doesn’t go both ways, then I don’t want it. We’re doing this out of love, aren’t we? Do you hate my love, Dad?” I said the last part with a meaningful look, playing up my hurt.
“I– No, No, Son, I’m over the moon to see you reciprocate my feelings, but I don’t want you to feel forced into it.” He said, his baseless concern making me smile.
“But,” I took a deep breath before I said those next words. “I love your dick Dad,” I said, trying to play up my slutiness.
This seemed to work way better than I imagined. Dad’s eyes went wide as he looked at me in disbelief. His dick finally went to full mast between my hands going up and down on his shaft slowly and my small kisses around his base and on his pubes, on his balls, along his shaft.
“God, where did you learn to do this? was it the porn?” He asked, his face scrunched up in pleasure and his breath heavy.
“Maybe,” I said, continuing my work, “I just think your dick is amazing. Maybe it’s because it’s my first, or maybe because it’s the one that made me, the place where I came from, but I feel attached to it.” I couldn’t believe the words coming out of my mouth as I put on a show for Dad. I was making out with the cock head of my actual father while looking him in the eye.
“Jesus, this is awesome,” even someone as hard-headed as him was unable to fight back against the raw pleasure resonating between us. He finally let my dick go for a second, which I took as an opportunity to reposition myself on my stomach between his legs. I was sad that his hand was no longer cupping my dick and balls, but I needed to get more of his enchanting dick.
We kept our eyes locked, the heavy hot noon air sitting still in my stuffy room. I brought my legs up as my knees rested at the bed’s edge, our combined heights unable to be contained by its small frame. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, then took Dad’s dick and slowly tapped it on my tongue. His eyes seemed glazed over, his body not keeping up with the stimulation. I took my chance to lick along his long shaft like a lollipop, slowly coating it with my saliva. I took quick breaks between to slap his dick on my face. He seemed ready to object, but the sight must have been too shocking for him and he stayed silent, his face betraying how much he was enjoying it.
A quick thought crossed my mind. “Is he not satisfied with Mom?”. But as quickly as the thought appeared, it vanished. I was preoccupied at the moment. I kept toying with Dad’s dick until it was sufficiently wet, at which point I started preparing to start sucking it for real. I was excited to suck my first cock, and my Dad’s mighty one to boot.
“Do you want me to go down on you for real?” I asked with a smile, my mouth practically salivating at this point, any notion of holding back was long gone by now.
“If that’s what you need, Son.” He said.
I stopped jacking his dick and frowned. Not this bullshit again. Any outburst would’ve broken the mood right now, but I wasn’t gonna let him get away with this. He made me feel like I was using him as a necessity as if I needed him. To be honest, if asked right now, I needed him more than anything in the world, but I also wanted to enjoy this moment with him just as much.
“Way to make me feel bad…” I said with a sigh, pausing my activity.
“What? No,” He answered, the energetic ‘No’ divided between his denied pleasure and his rejection of my idea.
“So you do want it?”
“I just don’t want you to feel uncomfortable,” He said with a hesitant look “I don’t want you to run away because I didn’t understand your needs.”
“Dad… if you don’t tell me how you feel, I WILL be hurt, you know…” I pleaded with him. He stayed silent for a bit before hanging his head.
“Your mouth feels fucking amazing, John. Please continue,” He said while patting my head, his face relaxing into the wonderful feeling of my blowjob.
“Thanks, Dad!” I replied happily with a simple boyish joy at my Dad opening up. I took a breath before engulfing his head with my mouth. I heard Dad gasp with an ‘Oh, shit!’ as I closed my lips around his spongy head.
The taste was everything I dreamt of and more. His dick tasted awesome, his musk and lingering sweat and scent stimulating my senses beyond imagination. It felt warm and perfect as I suckled on his head, the tiny drops of precum making the nerves inside my mouth tingle. I was so scared and happy at the same time, trying to put forth my best performance. Dad’s hand rested gently on my head, never grabbing me or shoving me forcefully, but just guiding and helping me along the way as I went down bit by bit on his shaft.
It took a couple of minutes, but I finally managed, to my surprise, to put the entire length in my mouth. My gag reflex was successfully subdued, His dick was lodged in my throat, pressing on my inside walls and causing my dick to swell against the mattress. The feeling was making me spew precum all over the covers as my body grew hot with adrenaline.
“Keep going, John,” Dad’s voice was growing huskier, his breathing becoming more rapid as his hips bucked to move his dick in my throat. Luckily for him, I was just as eager to please him. I grabbed his meaty thighs with my hands and started going up and down, swallowing his dick whole before swiping my lips back across it again.
As my swallowing became faster, Dad started spasming a bit as I instinctively played with his pole. Turns out he was right. It does take a man to know what a man wants. When I felt him groaning louder than usual, his movements getting a bit harder, I stopped for a bit.
His face was thrown back and he was panting hard as I looked up at him with an inquisitive look and lips that were covered with my spit and the taste of his dick and precum.
“Why’d you stop, you were doing amazing,” Dad asked, unable to contain how much he was enjoying it anymore.
“Where?” I asked while breathing in much-needed air.
“What?”
“Where do you want to finish?” I asked him and his eyes lit up. “Do you want me to swallow or…” I left the other possibilities hanging in the air. I saw the hunger in his eyes as he decided.
“John, I need you to know that I love you,”
“I love you too, Dad”
Our declaration of love came easy and quick. We were signaling our trust in each other. Dad was working up the courage to ask me.
“Would you mind letting me finish on your face?” He said it bluntly.
I laughed “Nothing would make me happier Dad, I’m glad you’re finally getting into it.” and I really was. Bracing myself, I started jerking him off faster as I kissed along his shaft, keeping my face close to his slit.
We were sharing a magical moment. I was happy to see him finally indulging with me, my eyes glued to his manly magnificent body towering in front of me, and he was experiencing new highs of pleasure, seemingly after the longest dry spell. He was bucking his hips harder now, his hand on my head pushing just a bit more forceful. I could tell he was close, and I was getting worked up just as much.
“John, I’m close!” He exclaimed loudly, his voice ringing across the room.
“Do it, Dad! Let go and give me your load!” I answered enthusiastically.
His dick pulsated against my face, then started shooting. It was powerful. His dick was a hose and it sprayed load after load of strong thick cum across my face. The first one went straight to the middle of my face, spraying all around. Some of it hit a bit of my hair, while another bit covered my eyes and mouth. The long ropes were painting my face as they shot out, eventually getting to my neck and chest, coating my t-shirt with its second load in 2 days. Dad was yelling something but I couldn’t hear. I was too far gone, my body shaking with excitement as I accepted the warm gift all over me. I must have looked like such a mess, but I didn’t care. Dad’s load seemed to satisfy all my needs magically. We both kept groaning and gasping, coming down from the cum high. Eventually, Dad’s breathing stabilized, and he looked down at me.
I was surprised to find that I was getting a bit shy now that the cock lust died down a bit. I was still on full mast with my dick crushed between me and the bed, any movement threatening to send me over the edge. Still, I shied away from Dad’s gaze, feeling embarrassed at how pathetic I must look in his eyes after all I’ve done.
He didn’t allow me to go down that path of thinking though. The moment I tried to turn my face away, he grabbed my chin with his strong hands and made me look him in the eyes, a move of his I was starting to get accustomed to. His eyes bore deep into mine while I lay helpless in front of him, wondering what he was going to do.
“My God, you look amazing,” was all he said before bringing my face and entire body up against his, pulling me into a deep soulful kiss. I was still covered in his load but he didn’t seem to care, he mashed our mouths together, his cum sticking to both of us.
I was beyond shocked. Fucking and jerking off were one thing, but seeing my Dad get down and dirty with me like this made my heart skip a beat. This was better than my wildest dream. I didn’t think I could experience this joy and sexual high with none other than my Dad.
Melting into his embrace, the taste of our saliva and his cum filling my mouth and his, I felt my dick reach its limit. The ephemerality of the situation and his strong trusty leadership made me shoot my load right then. I screamed weakly into his mouth as he held me tight while my dick spurted between us. I shot a lot, a lot more than I thought I could, and I felt every drop as I collapsed onto my Dad, both of us recoiling from the sexual frenzy.
Somehow, we had ended up in the same position as when we first fucked. At this point, I was starting to believe that maybe our bodies DID have a genetic chemistry going on. My head was otherwise swimming in endorphins as I laid it against my Dad’s chest, silently listening to his accelerated heartbeat, the rhythmic pulsation comforting me. Dad was breathing very loudly, one of his arms slung around my back, hugging me closer to him.
We laid for a while, enjoying the silence and the feeling of each other’s hot warm bodies. The room was now starting to get unbearably hot, yet we didn’t dare move an inch. I felt a bit of his sweat under me along with his other bodily fluids, and my sweat dripped a bit onto his white wife-beater, which was now stained with both our loads and sweat.
“Thank you so much, John,” Dad finally said, through heavy breaths. “It’s been so long, longer than I can remember since I felt this great.” His tone was surprisingly excited.
“I’m happy that you enjoyed this as much as me Dad,” I replied with a smile, raising my head to look at him warmly.
“I mean,” He continued “the things you did with your mouth. Holy shit! I’ve never had someone suck my dick this well before. It was unreal. I’m almost scared to ask how many dicks you sucked to get this good.”
“Alright, clearly the orgasm disabled whatever filter he had in his brain,“ I thought to myself, actually loving this new mode of his. I wonder if I blushed as I quietly told him he was my first. I don’t remember.
“Oh God,” he repeated “You’re unreal, Son. I mean not even your mother-” He looked at me with eyes full of wonder before cutting his words short, realizing how weird the statement was going to be. I winced when I heard it, not wanting the image to come anywhere close to my mind. If his earlier talk didn't, this one made me blush for sure.
Dad then grabbed my shoulders and pulled me into a gentle kiss as he rolled us over, pining me under him with his large build. He was so tender and sweet, I closed my eyes and got lost in the feeling of his lips and beard all over my face. We continued kissing gently, lost in peaceful bliss until we were interrupted by the sound of a stomach gurgling.
Dad broke the kiss as we laughed. He released me, getting off me and sitting by the side of the bed. The sound came from his stomach. All the exercise we had must have made him hungry. I sat next to him, hooking my arms around his, and leaned against him.
“Want me to make you something?” I asked, hesitant and cautious about how we should proceed from here. I was trying to be nice, but I was afraid, like he was as well, that any sudden actions or changes in our behavior would cause us to freak out and run away from each other. Even still, I was on an emotional high. I wanted to savor this new feeling my Dad gave me, and I wanted to make him happy as well.
“Thank you for the offer, champ,” He said, using that word for the first time ever. “I don’t think either of us is in any shape to stand around and cook a proper meal right now. I’ll go get us something while you freshen up. Sounds good?”
I nodded, and we leaned in for a kiss before he got up and exited my room. I sat there on the side of my bed, hearing him change into something more appropriate before he shouted goodbye from the main door and the sound of the door shutting reached my ears.
I slumped back into bed, finally relaxing the nerves have been strung too high during this whole time. I rested in my position as I looked around and laughed when my eyes fell on the foot of my bed. Dad had forgotten his shorts here, the ones he was wearing last night. I rolled once so I could reach them, and when I did, I brought them closer to my face for inspection.
“What a man,” I wondered out loud as the smell hit me. Dad was already thick enough, but the shorts squeezed his thighs and junk just right, becoming full of his scent. I laid on my back again and brought it close to my face. I was such a pervert, but was way past caring for that at this point. I closed my eyes and inhaled, trying to ingrain his smell into my brain.
I thought about what was gonna happen now, if this would become a regular thing or if one of us would freak out soon. I wondered what we’d do concerning Mom. I wondered if my dad had a hidden gay side, or if he was bisexual, or just turned on by me specifically. I wondered if my t-shirt, a black one that was a favorite of mine with a picture of Canti from FLCL printed on it, was now ruined from all the fluids it absorbed. I wondered if I needed to wash it and my Dad’s wife-beater by hand to make sure they didn’t look suspicious later. I wondered what Dad was gonna get for us to eat, my preference being burgers. I wondered if he’d hug me with the same amount of love when he came home.
I kept wondering a lot of things as I relaxed there on my bed, half naked in the afternoon heat haze, with my Dad’s shorts pressed against my face comfortably.
