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After our morning talk which ended in me giving him a blowjob and kissing him while my face was covered with his cum, Dad left to get us some food. He ended up getting some burger combos from a nearby local joint. Before he came back, I had relaxed a bit in my bed, then got up, changed into a pair of jeans with a black polo shirt and put on a pair of white socks, and cleaned up a bit, changing the bed sheets and collecting our clothes which were blotted with cum. I didn’t realize how hungry I was until I saw the juicy double cheeseburgers and fresh french fries with the ice-cold sodas filling the kitchen counter. We sat down at the small table we used to eat in the kitchen and dug in while casually chatting away.
Still spent after last night’s and this morning’s activities, we both opted for mundane topics at first. He tried to start a conversation by asking about the weather but it quickly died away, so I asked Dad what type of work he did while he was away. Dad was happy to talk about his life abroad, going into details about his work and the country. Apparently, the capital was very sophisticated by African standards, and it was quite a nice urban area, but sadly, that wasn’t where Dad was based. Instead, he was stationed in a rural area, where his job was to be the assistant manager of a factory there. He was able to go and enjoy himself in the capital from time to time, but it wasn’t that frequent of an occurrence. And while his title was assistant manager, Dad technically did most of the work looking after the factory while the actual manager dropped in about twice a week to check in and make sure everything was correct. It wasn’t like he was being overworked or like the manager was slacking, Dad said, it was exactly what they hired him to do, and they told him that much when they did. Running a foreign factory like that, especially in a rural country, was a very time-consuming job from what I understood. The company needed someone to keep an eye on the workers and business partners or else things could easily devolve into chaos, he said.
“So you were, like, working 24/7? Did you not get any time off at all?” I asked, imagining such conditions would be very excruciating.
“No, we had plenty of time off all things considered,” he explained “It’s just that there was really nothing to do during it.”
“So how did you spend it?”
“You could go outside around the property, or to close parks or open areas, but there wasn’t much to do even there. I had a computer set up, but nothing half as fancy as the base you got going on upstairs. I mostly used it to watch movies and keep up with the news. Also, obviously, talk to your Mom.”
Hearing that Dad liked watching movies made my ears perk up seeing as I enjoyed that as well. But his words made me think of something more important.
“So…” I knitted my brows “Why did you stay there all this time?”
I heard from my Mom when I was younger that Dad’s job was what kept them afloat after I was born. But by the time I turned 6, Mom had gotten a good-paying job and was doing okay on her own. At least, that’s what she told me. It was part of the reason I never really thought about my Dad all this time. Since his stay overseas wasn’t necessary anymore, I guess I assumed his absence was due to being a deadbeat. But looking at him now, I started wondering what the real reason was.
He took a sip from his soda before continuing. “Well, for starters, the money was good. It was a very sweet deal for me at the time.”
He paused for a second, going over accounts he had closed ages ago in his head while taking another sip of soda, then continued “The contract got renewed every year, and every year, they persuaded me to continue. You see, it’s not easy to find a guy for this kind of job who they can trust as well, so whenever I tried to leave, they’d give me more benefits and bigger pay and extra luxuries. Their offers were always generous.”
It was my turn to drink soda as I contemplated his words “So just for the money?” I inquired.
“Money wasn’t the only reason. It was the combination of things,” He resumed picking up his fries.
“Like?” I honestly didn’t wanna push him, but I was indeed curious. It was probably our first real (normal) conversation and I was finding out how much I didn’t know about this man. As I said before, I wasn’t one to lie to myself, and when confronted with the fact I might have made some wrong assumptions about his, and by extension our family’s, situation, I couldn’t shy away from the truth. That’s why, despite him seemingly avoiding the subject, I asked anyway. He stopped eating and looked at me, or maybe he was looking through me, at something way beyond. He stayed like that for a bit.
I was fine with him not wanting to talk about it. We were still just figuring out our relationship. It started out cold, and yesterday it was ignited in a very messy way. Yet, it still got ignited. And from the resulting fire, I sensed a warmth my body and soul longed for. I wanted to care for this relationship, at least for now. I wanted to see what it can grow into. And so I made my decision to not hound my Dad. He might be honest and hardheaded, and I might not have warmed up to him entirely just yet, but even he had stuff going on that I couldn’t just trample over.
All that said, Dad still answered my question.
“We had some troubles,” he finally said “Me and your Mom,”
“Huh…” I made a simple noise. I had let go completely of my food at this point. I wasn’t shocked, neither was I underwhelmed. When he said it out loud, it kind of made sense considering everything. It was indeed weird he never showed up all these years, no matter how demanding his job was. He could have come back for a visit or two. Hell, he didn’t even write or text or e-mail. Yes, I never tried to either, but you’d think the parent would want to initiate the relationship with his child, no? Either way, I had made my decision to be patient, and that was what I did. I stayed silent and waited for him to continue.
“Things back then were complicated for us,” he went on “I made a choice, I thought it’s for the best back then.”
I didn’t dare move an inch. It’s happening again. This was a part of him I’ve never seen before, much like when we first made love, or when he opened up to me this morning. Getting to know more about Dad turned out to be more important to me than I realized, and I was hanging on to his every word.
“At first things went relatively well. Working and adjusting to a new country took up all of my time and allowed me to not think about the situation back home. The money I sent was more than enough for your Mom to take care of herself and you. Everything was okay for a while.”
The story was obviously missing some key details, but I followed along either way. Dad looked dazed as if he was far away. It was a rare sight to see him unfocused like that, lost in his memories.
“But as time went by, months became years, and before I knew it you were all grown up and your Mom reached out to me again. I was confused at first, but that call made me wake up to the fact I was the one stopping myself from returning at that point. Change is never easy after all.” Another minute of silence followed before he finished his speech.
“Still, I finally gathered the willpower to do it, and I’m glad I did. I got to see my big boy after all,” He said, his eyes regaining their glow as they looked at me. Once again, the warmth, the longing he exuded towards me, reached me loud and clear, and once again, I found myself drawn to it.
“Dad,” I reached out my hand and grabbed his. With a bit of hesitation, I spoke. “I’m… glad that you’re back at least…”
It was annoying. After all, I couldn’t stay mad at him. Before, I was able to chalk up his absence to as many imaginary cartoonishly bad reasons as I wanted. The wild baseless thoughts my younger self had grew into convictions with time, and there wasn’t anyone around to correct them. I realized now I was way too aggressive and harsh when dealing with him. While our personalities certainly clashed, the main reason our relationship tripped before it even started was the festering miscommunication or lack thereof. As for Dad, whatever sent him halfway across the globe had also pushed him to distance himself from us. I was honestly dying to know what really happened back then, but I knew better than to push it at that point.
Dad squeezed my hand in turn as we smiled at each other. His smile lit up his rugged face, and, in my eyes, I was suddenly deeply drawn to him in more than one way. Still, I thought as I held myself in the moment, I had some stuff I needed to say as well.
“Dad, I-” Again, I was hesitating. I might not lie to myself, but I sure make an effort. I swallowed my doubts and continued. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for the way I treated you.”
“It’s okay, John,” Dad immediately reassured me, the happiness on his face mixing with slight worry. “It wasn’t your fault, I know.”
“Even if that was the case, I still wanna apologize to you. You were nothing but great since you came here, and I judged you so harshly without a clue as to what was really going on,” Once I started talking, I found the words were easier to pump out, “I hope you can forgive me, Dad.”
“Don’t mention it, Son. I can never hate my boy.”
Dad got up without letting go of my hand and sat next to me. He pulled me into a bear hug and we held each other tightly as a sigh of relief came from me. It felt like a weight has been lifted. Living together under the same roof and still walking on eggshells around each other had fried both our nerves and we were finally able to let go of those hard feelings we held for each other. We held the hug for a couple of minutes before Dad patted me on the back. I pulled away and looked at him as he smiled at me warmly.
“Happy now? The food’s gone cold!” He joked and I laughed, wiping away the tears that were threatening to come from my eyes. I started picking up my fries as he finished his burger and our chatter resumed, now with lighter spirits.
“So you never got to do anything noteworthy over there besides work?” I asked, trying to get the conversation going again.
“I wouldn’t say nothing,” he laughed to himself, remembering bygone times.
“Ohhh like what? Wild parties? Blackout drunk? That sort of thing?” I nudged him teasingly, my mind immediately going to the extreme.
“Actually, yeah!” he nodded at me matter-of-fact.
“Really??” I asked, now fully intrigued. Dad was always very loud and open about everything he did, but I didn’t take him for the party guy. Maybe the lead-a-march-through-town-to-hunt-down-a-bear kind of guy, but not a party guy. I chuckled at my imaginary scenario and adjusted my seat.
“Yeah, I told you we still got out from time to time,” he reminisced “There was this nightclub we used to go to, biggest in the capital. It was very hardcore, I’m sure a bunch of illegal stuff happened as well.”
“You dog, you,”
“Quit it,” we laughed as he playfully smacked the back of my head and I laughed “That said, it was fun when we got out there. The guys and I would hire a couple of guys to show us around and make sure we returned home safely so we were able to party to our heart’s content.”
“I’m having a hard time picturing you partying, to be honest.”
“That’s because you’re a couple of decades late to the party, buddy,” Dad shot back “I am a great party animal, but fatherhood makes you weak.” He shook his head, acting sad before looking up and laughing.
“I can tell,” I said, rolling my eyes “Were you close friends with those guys you mentioned?”
“Of course,” Dad enthusiastically replied “Like it or not, when you live under the same roof as someone for so long, you’re bound to get closer. Or kill each other” He added the last part hastily “There some guys that would come and leave quickly. Couldn’t handle the pressure.”
“So the ones that stayed, you guys became tight-knit?”
“In a sense, yeah. We might not be friends outside work, but since work was most of what we did, it meant we were always together. Especially since we lived in the same house.”
“Wait, how many guys were there with you?”
“29,” Dad said casually.
“And you all lived in the same house?” I asked in a surprised tone.
“Yes, but it’s not the house you’re probably thinking of,” he explained “It was technically a villa, but it felt like guys’ college dorms.”
“Must have been suffocating,” my loner self was showing “I wonder how long I would’ve lasted before killing someone…”
“Just placing yourself in that category, ha?” Dad shook his head “I think you’d do well enough.”
“What gives?” I gave him a puzzled look.
“No reason, I just believe you would,” he insisted.
I felt a quick flush across my face as my Dad praised me. “Feels nice,” I thought to myself.
“So…” I twirled my soda straw and without looking at him asked“… did you guys ever fool around?” I recalled what he told me yesterday, about how guys would always find a way to manage even in isolation.
“Is that what’s running through your mind?” Dad chuckled and I gulped down some more of my drink to hide my spreading blush. Fuck me, I was curious, okay?
“Yes and no,” Dad answered my question “When you’re stuck together for that long, you do end up helping each other with handjobs and under-the-covers stuff. Everything about such fooling was an unspoken agreement. You just never brought it up outside of when it happened.”
“And did you…” I let the rest of the sentence hang in the air.
“Me?” Dad answered, “Only once.”
Maybe he wanted to stop there, but seeing the look on my face, Dad started recounting his experience.
“There was this guy that stayed with us for about 2 years. His name was Felix, of German descent I think,” said Dad as he relaxed back in his chair, “He was this burly outspoken loud guy but despite his appearance, he had a cute baby face that a lot of guys teased him about. Felix was also gay, but since the law there forbade it, he had to keep it on the down low.”
I listened on, trying to picture this Felix character.
“Felix and I were friends, but not that close of friends. Things were normal between us for most of the time.” Dad thought about his next words then continued “One night, I was feeling quite frustrated sexually. No matter how much I tossed and turned, I couldn’t sleep, and my dick was rock hard and refusing to go down. I decided I needed to jerk off, so I headed to the bathroom we all shared. I was so tired, I didn’t notice Felix who had come before me to pee without turning on the lights. Needless to say, we both surprised each other and almost woke our co-workers. After that, Felix noticed my hard-on since I was only wearing my briefs. I tried to walk away to keep things from getting awkward as we normally did when one of us was doing something personal like that, but Felix stopped me. When I asked him what was up, he said he could help me out if I wanted. At first, I thought about outright rejecting him, but he insisted it would be his pleasure and that I didn’t have to do anything in return. It was late and I was pretty horny and my dick was aching. I found it hard to reject him in the end.”
“What did you do?” I asked, now on the edge of my seat.
“He gave me a blowjob. I sat on the toilet seat and closed my eyes to imagine what I wanted while he knelt between my legs and gobbled up my dick. And he was good, he deep-throated it quickly and worked it very well. I was quite surprised that I remember thinking how he sucked my dick like it was his own. Maybe it was the blue balls, but I also remember thinking it was the best blowjob I ever got,” He had closed his eyes, probably re-living that sweet moment “When I told him I was going to cum, he kept his mouth planted on my dick until I shot inside him. He swallowed every drop and proceeded to keep sucking beyond that, which felt amazing for a second before I pushed away a bit too hard because sparks flew throughout my body. Luckily, he understood what happened and didn’t take it personally. We then quickly cleaned up and I thanked him before we each went back to our rooms. I do remember that he didn’t wash his mouth tho…”
“Wow,” was all I could say after Dad finished recounting his story “So what happened after that with you guys?”
“Nothing. The next day, we acted like we normally did, and the matter was never brought up again. That was the case for most of the guys who messed around like this.”
“I see.” I slumped back in my chair, finally done with this thrill ride of a story. “But man, it’s surprising you guys didn’t do this type of stuff more often, what with there being no girls and all.”
“Well, occasionally, they WERE able to find women to fuck you know,” Dad exclaimed.
“But you said there were no hookers or call girls or whatever they were called in Côte d'Ivoire?”
“Yes, there were. But the company was very strict about that kind of stuff, so chances to get a girl in your room were few and far between. They still happened though. There was this local girl, Sherry, who lived near the factory. She occasionally got invited over by one of the guys into his room when the opportunity allowed it, in exchange for money of course, and she got on well with most of the guys as well. This one time, the guys were having a little party in the house and they invited her over. We all sat in the big dining room over food and drinks having a good time. At one point, one of the guys claimed she wasn’t as good as the other girls. She took that personally, got up, and sat next to him. The room fell silent as she started whispering in his ear while her hand slowly worked its way over his thigh. The guy froze over, his face growing more red by the second, until at one point, he tried to move, but doubled over and came in his pants. Everyone was so shocked that Sherry sat there proudly. She said that all that was without her touching him, and if she wanted to, the things she could do would hospitalize him.”
I did not know how to react to that deluge of information besides giving it a whistle. Some people might have called all this stuff oversharing or too much information, but I was starting to find out that I liked hearing Dad talk about himself.
“Did you ever sleep with her?”
“Sherry? No. I didn’t sleep with anyone. The most I ever went was the blowjob from Felix.”
“But did you want to?”
He thought about it for a minute “It would’ve been fun, but I wasn’t interested.”
I noticed that he didn’t mention Mom as a factor here. I wondered what exactly happened between them all that time ago.
“So, um…” I felt like such a virgin (even though I wasn’t one anymore) as I hesitantly asked my Dad “What are you interested in?” It was embarrassing, but I still wanted to know. Dad and I had crossed that line when we had sex, and I found myself wanting to go all in. I wanted to embrace him over and over again, in and out of bed.
“You really wanna know?” Dad asked me with a smile.
“Well, we did fuck, didn’t we… isn’t it natural to want to know more about it? about you in general?” I wasn’t sure if my eyes were pleading or if I managed to hide it well enough.
The subject was still raw for both of us, and this was the first time it was brought up in a normal rational conversation. Dad scratched his beard and thought about it.
“I’ve never questioned my sexuality before, but recent events made me think about it,” he said, winking at me.
My heart sank a little. I was afraid of hearing something I didn’t want to hear, but I didn’t let that stop me.
“Do you think you might be bisexual?” I tried helping him navigate this new territory for him.
“No, I don’t think so.” He said, and I gulped silently. “Even when I recall that time with Felix, I remember enjoying the blowjob, but not Felix himself.”
My hands squeezed the table as I tried to steady myself. I didn’t want to face the possibility he might not be attracted to me. With as normal a tone as I could muster, I asked him the question that was burning in my mind.
“So, do you not find me attractive?”
Worry must have been clear on my face despite my attempts to hide it since Dad’s face immediately turned when he looked at me after hearing those words.
“NO! No! I mean, yes I am. I do find you…” he paused to get the words out “Attractive, Son.”
The kitchen suddenly felt much more small than I remembered. I felt as if I wanted to get up and lock myself in my room, but I didn’t. That had caused enough problems already. I needed to make sure of his feelings for me, not just the emotional side, but the sexual side as well. The last thing I wanted was for him to feel as if what we did was a problem or a duty he had to take care of. I needed to know he enjoyed it as much as I did.
“It’s okay if you’re not sure, I just don’t want us to have different ideas about what’s going on,” I tried to assure him.
“That’s not it, John. Don’t look at me like that. I really enjoyed doing that with you. It’s just… You’re my son, I still worry. I don’t want you to feel as if I’m pushing you into this. I don’t want to influence you in bad ways. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Dad…” I looked up at him with hopeful eyes “The reason our relationship was so complicated was because of miscommunication. I don’t want that to happen again. The best thing we can do is be honest with each other. Can you please tell me how you feel? No filters, no precautions, no honest concerns. I want to hear you say it, Dad”
Dad looked very conflicted. He bit his lower lip and scratched his beard again.
“Are you sure, John? There’s no going back if I lay this out in the open.”
“I’m sure,” I wanted him to say it, and say it quick, like ripping off a bandage. Whatever he thought, I wanted to know and put my mind at ease.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then opened them and looked into my eyes with a powerful gaze.
“I loved it.” He finally said “You were so fucking sexy last night, and this morning too, I still can’t believe it’s real”
His words slammed me like a brick wall as the cold feeling gripping my insides dissipated. He was saying it. He really enjoyed it.
Dad didn't stop there though “Yesterday when we did it, my mind was very clouded but I still remember. It was the best orgasm I ever had.” His words shot out, filling me with happiness. “I mean, my God, John, your body laying there was so hot. I couldn’t believe how well you moved on my body. We fit so well, it was insane.”
“Dad!”
“Yeah! I mean it. It felt so wrong to think all that about my own flesh and blood, but you made my body act on its own. Seeing you this morning with cum on your face almost drove me nuts. You were so perfect, so adorable, my cute little Son right there between my legs, with the biggest smile on your face as you sucked me off. The way you kissed my dick, oh God…” Dad held his face in his hands, clearly overwhelmed by the multitude of emotions flaring up within him.
It was an automatic response from me. I got up and hugged him, pulling his head to my chest and squeezing him as much as I could.
“Dad, you don’t know how happy I am to hear you say that, you really don’t,” my voice hitched as I said that.
“I’m sorry, John. I don’t want to freak you out, and I realize how wrong this is, but still…”
“Dad! You have to stop apologizing. What happened was my own volition as much as it was yours,” I patted his back while he took deep breaths into my chest “I loved it as much as you did! It was the perfect first time anyone could’ve asked.”
“But…” He raised his head and looked at me.
“No ‘but’s,” I cut him off before he could go down that spiral “What we did might sound fucked to everyone else, but we enjoyed it. Hell, we needed it. Look at how much we opened up to each other since then! Do you think that was possible without going through what we did? Maybe there could've been another way, I don’t know. But I’m glad it happened, I don’t want it any other way.”
We looked deep into each other’s eyes, our hearts burning with a passion long forgotten by both of us. We both needed this, there was no stopping now. I leaned it slightly, and Dad finally straightened up and met me halfway. It was so tender, our lips barely grazing each other’s, as if any wrong move would make this moment disappear.
I was holding his head with both hands while he grabbed my waist. We were sitting facing each other, but I was slowly getting up from my chair and leaning more toward him, excitement engulfing my body.
Dad pressed our lips harder together as our movement shook the chairs. His hands were grabbing at my back, moving along it, and pushing me in more. I let myself melt in his arms as he stood up and I was made to look up at his handsome face. His eyes were glowing with passion as they ate me up.
In one swift motion, Dad slung his arm around my shoulders and put the other one behind my knees, then he swept me off my feet in a princess carry.
“What are you doing?” I said through my laughter, pulling at his shirt.
“What I should’ve been doing a long time ago,” he stated as he kissed me again. My arms relaxed and slid to his chest as his tongue made its way into my mouth. I wondered if all kissing was as hot and exciting and stimulating as the one I did with Dad. Probably not. I couldn't imagine someone else locking our tongues together this perfectly other than him, and I didn’t want to. He was all I needed or wanted.
I relaxed into his hold as he marched on. I wasn’t a small or thin guy by any means, but Dad was carrying me with gusto. I leaned my head on his heaving chest as he walked over and stopped in front of the stairs.
“Dad, you don’t have to carry me, you know,” I tried to stand up but he didn’t let me.
“I’m carrying you whether you like it or not,” He said with a powerful voice as he gritted his teeth and started going up the stairs. It was rough and he was exerting a lot of force and breathing hard. I didn’t struggle for fear of making him fall, which we were lucky didn’t happen. I just gazed at him lovingly as he pushed through with his display of chivalry. The old me might have scuffed at this stubborn fool, but I had a change of heart since then. Right now, all I saw was a man devoted to his love, of which I was the subject. I didn’t need to fight against his powerful drive anymore, but I was able to ride beside him now.
In what’s undoubtedly a miracle, Dad made it to his destination, his and Mom’s room. He kicked the door open and burst in. I braced myself half expecting him to throw me on the bed, but he laid me down very gently. I felt the soft white covers beneath me as he slowly removed the hand holding me, and instead placed them on either side of me as he lowered himself above me. It felt so safe under him, that I didn’t wanna leave ever again.
He was breathing hard and some sweat was forming on his face as he looked down on me. I gave him a kiss on the cheek to which he replied by showering me with kisses across my whole face.
I was so happy to smile and laugh as he showered me in affection. I was so happy to know this man wanted me just like I wanted him. and I planned on giving back as much as I was receiving. Pushing through his onslaught of gentle tender pecks, I tried to sneak from under him by sliding into one of his arms on my side. Unbalanced, he had to shift his handholds, and I took the opportunity to grab him by the shoulders and turn him around so that I was on top of him while he laid with his back on the bed. I gave him one more kiss on the lips before burying my face into his neck and kissing him deeply, my tongue sweeping across his skin, tasting his sweat, while my hands worked on unbuttoning his shirt.
Dad held the back of my head with one hand as I ravaged him, reassuringly caressing me as he enjoyed my lips on his neck. Once his shirt was undone, I tugged at it to get him to move and remove it so that his chest was now open for me to explore. I slowly trailed my way from his neck to his chest with a series of kisses before settling on his nipples. The moment I latched on to one of them, something unexpected happened.
“Ahhhhh…” Dad moaned lewdly. It was my first time hearing him emit a sound like this, and I even stopped to look at him with glee.
“You like that Dad?” I said as I gently put my teeth around his nipple without biting.
“Ahh… yeah, they’re sensitive John, and your mouth feels fucking amazing on them… ah…” He said, throwing his head back.
It was a nice surprise to discover Dad had sensitive nipples, and I immediately moved to make use of it. I started sucking on his big dark nipple that stood out in his hairy chest with utmost care. I never applied too much force but pushed just enough for him to jolt his hand and grab my side from time to time. We settled into the bed while I played with his nipples to my heart’s content, switching from one to the other and teasing the free one with my hand as much as I wanted. I nursed to my heart’s content while Dad squirmed under me until I had my fill.
Moving down, I worked on his belt but something snagged, so Dad laughed out of breath and helped me out. Once it was undone, I pulled his pants down and his big dick sprung up half-hard and smacked me in the face. That elected laughs from both of us. I grabbed his dick with both hands and held it in front of me. Dear God, this man was packing. His dick was easily as long as my face, with a nice girth to match. Unlike last time, I was now able to savor it much better, kissing all around the tip and giving it little flicks from my tongue while I moved my hands to jack it off in tandem.
“Oh fuck, John. How are you so good at this? It feels like heaven in your mouth,” Dad said while moving his hips back and forth in frustration to push his dick into my mouth. I gladly opened up to him, letting it slide inside with ease. I had already deep-throated him this morning, so this time, I sucked him off much easier. In no time, I was taking him down to his roots. My nose slammed against his pubes and I was high on his musk, the manly scent permeating my nose and tickling my brain.
“John, I need to move you, can you handle it?” Dad raised his back and sat up as he waited for my response. My mouth was full with his dick and I had a hard time breathing, but I managed to nod as my eyes locked onto him.
“Thank you, Son,” He said with a heartfelt tone as he grabbed my head with both his hands and proceeded to fuck my face. I almost gagged but managed to hold it in as I felt his warm member make its way into my throat. My body felt so weak as he hammered his way into my mouth, all the while gasping and moaning from pleasure. This new aggressive style in turn turned me on and my dick started filling up in my pants. Dad was clearly getting comfortable with my body, having previously tried his best to handle me in what he thought was the best for me. I loved him for that, but I loved him more when he was expressing his own desires like this, his dick taking over my senses as it shaped my throat in its shape.
Dad never loosened his grasp. He worked rhythmically into my stomach as I laid still between his legs, happy to taste him over and over again. I guessed Dad was close to coming when he finally pulled out of my mouth, his dick flopping on my face as I took in deep breaths.
“Are you alright? Was I too harsh?” He asked, his voice slipping into his usual worry.
I shook my head calmly, still recovering from his oral fuck. It was so good to be handled with such passion, and I was getting turned on something fierce. I needed more of him and I needed it fast. Looking up, I saw him looking gently at me as he caressed my tired head.
“That was so good, John. I still can’t believe you’re really mine.”
“Believe it, Dad,” I said with a bit of pride “I’m your Son after all.”
“Sweetheart…” Dad smiled at me and my heart thumped harder in my chest upon hearing him call me that. He then helped me get up and get out of my clothes. It proved a bit tricky to do it from my position so I stood in front of him while he sat on the side of the bed and pulled off my shirt and took down my jeans, but kept the white socks on.
“Keep ‘em” he said, and I kissed him again, happy to do whatever he asked.
I got up on the bed again with my back on it while Dad discarded his pants completely and knelt between my raised legs.
“Dad?” I asked, straining my neck to look at him.
“Don’t worry, Son,” His voice was reassuring “Dad will take care of you. Just relax.”
I thought he was going to suck me off, my half-hard dick tingling with anticipation, only to feel his warm breath on my now-exposed hole. I yelped as my dick jolted from the new sensation.
“Dad!” I yelled.
“Relax, Son. Let me give your hole some pleasure.” He said as he went down on me for real.
I sunk back into the bed as Dad licked around my hole. The wetness and warmth of his tongue made me buck my hips reflexively, feeling the trail of spit he left behind. While he did that, he grabbed my dick and started jacking me off slowly enough to drive me crazy Every time he poked at my ass and cheeks with his tongue or grabbed them with his mouth or nibbled on them lightly, shivers shot up my spine from my hole causing me to jump slightly in bed. Dad continued tracing all over my ass and around my hole with his mouth, tasting and kissing like it was a delicious feast while he fondled my dick and balls with his hand. At one point, suddenly drew away, causing me to raise my head in concern, only to yell out again when I felt his tongue muscle probe my asshole.
“Oh, Dad!” I moaned out loud as he worked his way into my hole. He kept pushing his tongue against my resistant hole until the combination of his spit, my relaxing muscles, and his rhythmic pulling at my dick made it open up and let him in. The feeling of his tongue poking around beyond my entrance was unlike anything I ever experienced, but it felt so right as I let myself go, moaning and yelling with ecstasy, as if my soul was being dragged through my lower groin.
“Your fuzzy ass is such a beautiful sight…” Dad exclaimed while he worked on my ass, “I’ve never seen a hole this inviting before…”
I didn’t know how long he went on like this, but it felt like no less than an hour of my body being set on absolute fire. When he pulled away for real, I lowered my raised legs onto the bed and rested as if my batteries had run out. As I relaxed in my pleasure, Dad crawled up next to me, his hot dad bod brushing against me. I turned over on my side as he grabbed my head by the chin and pulled it back to meet him in a forceful open-mouthed kiss. I loved how Dad was able to kiss me as gently as one would hold a flower, but he was also capable of wrestling me with his tongue. Both were true to his gentle yet strong presence, and I couldn't help but ache for him more.
Dad’s other hand grabbed his dick, shiny with my spit from earlier, and aligned it with my now wet hole. I inhaled deeply, separating from his mouth, as I felt his head poke my entrance.
“John, I need to fuck you. I’m so close…” He panted, his primal instincts driving him forth.
“Take it, Dad. My hole is yours and yours alone,” I uttered the filthy romantic thought into his ear. That was all it took. His eyes gleamed over, his breath hitched, and he started driving into me sideways, his hand now pulling one of my legs up into the air to spread my ass further for his glorious dick. I felt myself getting hotter at the obscene position I was in while my Dad slowly burrowed into me. Through my excited and pained noises, a random thought popped into my head.
“This is just like that porn video,” I thought, recalling the one that Dad caught me jerking off to when all of this began. I couldn’t help but chuckle amidst my Ohs and Ahs of pleasure. Dad took that as a sign that I was taking his dick like a champ and drove in harder, making me spasm in his hold as his dick reached all the way inside.
“Dad, DAD, DAD!!!” I yelled nervously as I felt his full tool inside me evoke reactions I didn’t know my body was capable of.
“Shhhh… It’s okay, it’s okay…” his calm labored voice cooed in my ear as he kissed my neck from behind intimately.
I felt him move behind me, and his dick started pushing in and out of my ass with an experienced powerful motion. My straining walls clamped down hard on him whenever he tried to leave, and squeezed out to their limits when his dick invaded again.
“Fuck…” He threw out the word with a bit of rage behind it “Tight just like virgin.”
He started fucking me with renewed vigor, his dick pulling out till only the head remained then slamming into me with all his power to make my ass cheeks bounce around. His hand slapped my raised tight then let go, signaling me to continue raising it on my own as he reached his hand around me and grabbed my dick.
If his fucking and kissing were driving me mad, then him grabbing my dick and jerking it furiously along his fuck rhythm drove me over the edge. I was now yelling at the top of my lungs as I thrashed around, feeling him hit my inner spot over and over like a hammer drill with his powerful big frame while his hand worked my dick in tandem.
“DAD! I’M CLOSE, I’M GONNA CUM! DAD! DAD!” I was yelling without looking out for a reply, my mind lost in the fuck haze.
“THAT’S IT, BABY! LET IT GO, RELEASE!” Dad yelled from behind me, his tempo picking up.
I quickly reached the limit and, feeling my balls tingle, my dick started shooting out cum. It was, without a doubt, the best orgasm of my life so far. I felt the cum spray with a powerful torrent, more than I thought I was able to ever cum in my life, and my whole body convulsed with pure pleasure. I gritted my teeth and shut my eyes while my ass clamped down as hard as possible on my Dad’s dick as if trying to rip it off.
“AHHHHHHH!!“ Dad yelled as loud as possible, my ass contracting on his dick sending him over the edge with me, milking him for his precious cum. He slammed fully into me, pressing our bodies together as much as humanly possible and burying his face in my neck. I felt a warm feeling spread in my lower guts as time stood still and we froze in our orgasms, our minds racing and our bodies overheating. Dad kept shooting inside me, load after load of his hot seed, as I laid there and savored it. We stayed like that for a couple of precious ethereal minutes before our bodies finally betrayed us, and we slumped down onto the bed.
Falling on my stomach, I squished my load on myself, while my ass, trying as hard as it may, couldn’t hold all of Dad’s cum which slowly dripped from my hole, across my taint, and onto my deflated dick and balls. Dad laid on his back next to me, his chest rising and falling at a rapid rate. We looked at each other and regained our composure in silence, our eyes locked together the whole time. There was something unspoken going on between us at that moment. A bond was formed that transcended a simple guy and his Dad. No, it was something much larger and much more pure. It was much more primal at its core, surpassing logic and sense.
“I love you,” I finally said when my breath got steady enough.
“I love you more,” Dad said back.
We had told each other these words last night, but they didn’t hold the same weight. Yesterday, they were the words of love exchanged between a Dad and his son reaffirming their familial bond and reconciling after so long. Today, it was different. These words were words of romantic adult love. They were expressed beyond what a normal dad and son have. They were proclamations of infatuation.
I loved my Dad. I loved him way more than a son normally could. I loved him as a man, as a partner, as a sexual goal. I realized that then. I also realized he felt the same way as I got lost in his dark passionate eyes. My Dad loved me just as I loved him. That realization made me float, newfound happiness bubbling up in me.
I rolled over and slumped over his body, giving him a quick kiss on the lips before laying my head on its side on his chest. He raised a hand over my head and started caressing me while I listened intently to the steady beat of his heart.
Bump-bump. Bump-bump. Bump-bump. The comforting rhythm eased my senses as I relaxed on top of him. The puddle of cum I was laying in made me sticky and I dragged it over to him when I moved, but we both relished its warmth at the moment. Eventually, we were both laying there silently. Both of us were thinking about what was going to happen from now on.
I traced circles around Dad’s chest and through his hair with my finger as I rested my chin on it, my eyes never leaving his face as if trying to memorize every corner and curve of his visage. Tonight, the doors of our hearts were opened. We instinctively realized how wrong what we were doing was, yet neither of us found it within ourselves to say something out loud. We had fallen in love. Sweet innocent pure love. Sadly, if we wanted to preserve it, we needed to figure out how to make our relationship work.
“Your Mom comes home tomorrow,” Dad said apprehensively.
“Yeah,” I replied with a melancholic tone before squeezing my hand into a fist against his chest.
“We need to talk,” I said, and he nodded in agreement, embracing me close to his heart as we faced our future head-on.
