Dad and Son Bonding

This is a work of fiction. All characters in the story are +18 of age.

I'm hoping to expand this into a proper series later, so I took the beginning nice and easy. I would love to hear your feedback in the comments :)

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“JIGAN YOU MOTHERFUCKER!,” I yelled into the mic as my character got blasted to smithereens on screen.

I was playing Counter-Strike with my group of online friends while we voice chatted over Discord. Jigan, the person who was supposed to be covering me, was nowhere to be seen and radio silent on top of that. I continued angrily cursing to the laughs of the other people on the voice chat as our team was slowly picked off one by one. I wasn't good at FPS games, but since we were playing to have fun as a group, that didn’t matter much, which is why everyone found how I got worked up like I usually do over group activities hilarious. But I guess I need to introduce myself before rattling on further.

My name is Thomas, and I’m a 19-year-old high school graduate who was still living with my parents. I say parents, but really, it was only my mom for most of my life. It was less than a year ago that my dad moved back into the house after working overseas for more than I can remember.

Before he moved in, I lived in moderate peace. While I didn’t have friends, I did well enough in school which made my mom happy. She was a working woman first and foremost, a community organizer or something along these lines. What that meant was that she was always busy with her social events and extensive network of contacts. I didn’t dislike it though. We loved each other but never had the intimacy most mothers and sons experienced growing up. I was content doing well in school and coming back home to my cozy room where I spent most of my time.

It was an okay life for the most part if I do say so. My laid-back attitude and detachment from school life meant I got myself a bit of a reputation as a cool chill guy, and even had some fun acquaintances. But my real happiness was back in my room, my perfect setup. The most important part was the PC. I saved up myself to get the latest monitors, graphics cards, etc… I spent hours on it, from games to voice chats to porn, it was my link to the world. Other than that, I had an AC that meant I was always cozy as fuck throughout the year, and my bed, while small, was adorned with plushies of various sizes on both sides, my favorite among them was a giant Snorlax I liked to hug to sleep sometimes. 

In case you couldn’t tell already, I was gay. And even though I had exactly 0 experience in real life with anyone, physically and romantically, I came out to my mother when I was younger, which she took surprisingly well before it never came up again as I was a functional shut-in. My life continued peacefully for about 18 years until he arrived.

Dad was… a lot. At least for me. From the moment he set foot back in the house, small cracks started forming in my perfectly encased daily life. It started when I turned down mom’s offer to meet him at the airport. While she had talked to me about him now and then, all her stories were thoroughly uninteresting to me. Like hearing about fictional characters. You might grow to like them, but they remained fictional in the end. Obviously, that wasn’t the case for dad. When they came back from the airport, the man dared to bust right into my room, as if I owed him respect or love or some other profound emotion. Needless to say, I was pretty shocked when he walked in with all the confidence in the world, his voice booming across the room as he greeted me for the first time. My first thought was that the man was massive! He easily took up my door frame and was quite full-bodied himself. I wasn’t that short at around 170 cm, but he towered over me at what I assumed was a bit less than 2m. He had short clean-cut black hair and a beard that seemed well-kept but was a bit messy at the moment. His face had a slight tan and his furry eyebrows were very high with excitement as he talked to me. As my social skills were already subpar, this weird not-so-foreign foreign invasion left me speechless as I sat there on my swivel chair with my headphones on, the computer’s screen lighting my face, looking at him and lost for words.

He took the initiative, grabbing my hand and pulling me up and into a bear hug. His big body covered my slim (by comparison) figure, and I was assaulted by the smell of sweat and deodorant, a byproduct of his long journey. This total eclipse of the senses made me unable to think normally as I hammered out a weak “Welcome home…” and unlatched myself from him. The cold welcome might have surprised him (not sure what he was expecting), but he quickly got over it and went with mom to settle in as she gave me a disapproving look behind his back. I was tempted to voice a complaint or two, but chose not to and returned to my games. 

In the following weeks, dad would establish his presence in the house and neighborhood quite well. It started with mom hosting social parties at the house every other night to my annoyance, in an attempt to introduce dad back into the community. It ended up achieving her goal and more, as dad’s energetic attitude to life drew people in quite well. He struck up friendships with various other fathers around the neighborhood, even developing a bit of a fan club between the women. He was always ready to participate in whatever project anyone had in mind, even starting it himself when others were not quite ready themselves.

Thinking back, people found his conduct charming and a testament to his honest straightforward nature, but I couldn’t stand it. From my perspective, he was forcefully injecting himself everywhere, acting like he knew it all, always rattling off stories and information he thought everyone should know. It worked for his relationships with his peers, but it only served to alienate me from him more. Our relationship only got more rocky from there as he continuously tried to get to know me while I gave him the cold shoulder for the most part. He seemed hell-bent on bonding with his son, seemingly wanting us to be a pair of macho friends who drank beer in sports bars and worked on car modding projects and the like. Theoretically speaking, I might have enjoyed doing these activities with him had our relationship developed normally. But the seemingly unfruitful start caused our relationship to grow in a worse direction. Mom tried to mediate between us, but eventually, we both sort of settled on staying out of the other’s way for now. 

Moving back to the current time, it was 2 a.m. and I was angrily smashing away at my mouse and keyboard trying to score some kills. It wasn’t going well, and I could only take so much teasing from my online friends before finally calling it quits and logging off to do something a bit more relaxing. Since it was so late at night and I wanted relaxation, I naturally planned to jerk my worries off. Mom had left for a weekend business trip with a group of her female friends, and dad was doing some maintenance for our car in the garage. 

Here, I made my first mistake. Although I hesitate to call it a mistake because of its outcome, it is what most people would call it at the time. Thinking I was gonna be left alone with mom on her trip and dad busy with his car, I neglected to lock the door to my room, and instead brought my shorts down to my ankles, opened up some porn, and got to work. I usually liked to take my time jerking off, but I was very horny that night. I put on one of my favorite videos, of a burly man placing a twink boy on his lap and fingering his hole while the two made out. My eyes were glued to the screen as I slowly jerked off my dick. My position was slightly uncomfortable on the chair, but readjusted the way I was sitting and pushed my ass back into the chair as I got in the mood. The video continued playing, as the pair got on their bed and the top started prepping the bottom for his dick. It didn’t take long for me to feel myself getting close, and when I saw the big top fucking the twink sideways, their legs spread in a hot display of man-on-man sex.

I closed my eyes and a single low moan escaped me as I came all over the floor between my legs. It was a relatively quick session, but I still took deep breaths as I came down from my orgasm. Once I felt that I milked as much pleasure as possible from my dick, I relaxed into my chair and laid my head back. 

As I turned my head, my heart fell as I saw my dad standing in my room, his face locked on me in muted surprise. I yelled out and jumped, horrified at the realization that he was probably standing here for quite some time. He saw it all, my load on the floor, the porn I was watching on the computer, and my own shamefully displayed body, with my t-shirt splattered with some of my load and my shorts between my ankles. We stared at each other for a minute before we both launched back into action at the same time.

While I threw myself at the computer to turn off the video, choosing to ignore my sorry state, he muttered a jumbled excuse before leaving and closing the door behind him.

“WHAT THE FUCKKKK!!” I internally screamed as I finished cleaning myself up and threw myself over the bed pounding away it in frustration. My mind wasn’t able to think of anything at all regarding what happened as I tried to process it myself. I was still in my cum covered pajamas when I heard him knock on the door an hour later.

“Oh, now he knocks.” I thought to myself, anger rising in me as I told him to come in.

Dad slowly entered the room, hesitant to barge in and look around this time. He eventually met my gaze while I sat back in bed, his face a confused mess of emotions. Our eyes were locked, and I was thinking of something to say when he slowly and gently sat on the bed across from me.

At that moment, I really didn’t know what to think. That man’s eyes were looking at me with an earnest glow, which only made me more freaked out because of how weirdly this all started. His large frame on my small bed made him feel even larger than normal, and the wife-beater and brown work shorts hugged him tightly, only serving to show off his big hairy body even more. Dad took a deep breath before talking.

“First of all, I wanted to say that what you were doing was completely normal,” he lead with what felt like a PSA. I looked at him without speaking, letting him go on because I did not know how to respond so far. 

“That said, I would advise you to lock your door in the future,” he said, half joking, half serious. I nodded slightly, not wanting to delve into it, and he went on.

“I also think it’s okay that you’re gay,” he continued, driving on with his usual act first, don't think attitude. “my cousin growing up was also gay, and I-”

“We really don’t need to have that conversation,” I cut him off then. He already knew I was gay, but like most things, we never talked about it. I knew I was unfairly snapping at him, but I couldn’t help it as I saw him formulating his words with a certain conviction. The way he talked made me feel like the conclusion was already reached somewhere in his mind, and we were just hurrying along his preferred script. “What happened was an innocent accident, that’s all. We never really talk, and we don’t need to start now. Really, it’s fine.” I tried to assure him and end this conversation quickly, but he shook his head.

“Yes, we never really talked, and it’s my fault for not trying hard enough-” 

“It’s not your job to govern me or anything.” I cut him off again, My voice was getting louder despite my attempt at staying calm. He was moving in into my own space, not even in an aggressive manner, but a friendly one, and I still rebuked him. I was coming face to face with just how uncomfortable I was with intimacy, my solitary lifestyle catching up to me. He stopped talking this time, thinking it over for a second before changing his method.

“Alright, alright,” he tried to pacify me while getting more comfortable on the bed. “Leaving that aside, I do want you to know that what you’re doing is okay, from one guy to another.”

I was already a confused mess so far, but his words made me tilt my head a bit as I narrowed my eyes at him. Seeing that, he continued. “I get it, when we don’t have a proper outlet to fuck our pent-up energy into, we start acting in unusual ways.”

I seriously stared at him now. Never in a million years did I expect to hear that combination of words coming from my dad’s mouth. I would have covered my ears and ran away yelling had I not been paralyzed with shock. I listened on against my will.

“When I was in Côte d'Ivoire- wait you don’t know Côte d'Ivoire, do you?” His train of thought kept getting more jumbled as he asked me that. I shook my head. I knew he was in Africa all this time, but didn’t really care to educate myself on which country or the situation of that part of the globe in general.

“Well, Côte d'Ivoire was a beautiful country. Beautiful, but empty, both in terms of people you could associate with and places to go that weren't nature picnics.” He explained to me as I listened. I don’t think I would’ve listened to him that intently had I not been desperate for any other conversation subject, but that was the case right now.

“One of the conditions they give you for working there is that you need to be strong enough to handle the isolation. Apparently, guys start getting depressed and become hard to work with after some time. It’s also part of the reason my job paid so well because they needed someone like me to handle their work properly without having to be babied 2 months into the job.”

I took all this information in stride as I let him open up to me for the first time. Without thinking, I asked him how he handled the stress for so long. He let out a small laugh before answering me.

“You see son,” it felt weird hearing him calling me son “I, and guys in general, always find a way to manage. Whether it’s chasing women anywhere we can find, or figuring out other ways to let out our frustration,”

I don’t think I was able to keep getting surprised by his words, so I processed these last ones more easily than I thought. “You mean you guys fuck around?” I asked, not sure if I wanted to know the answer.

“In a sense,” He answered “It’s mostly under the cover down low stuff, like secret hand and blowjobs, but nothing quite to the extent of actually being gay”

The way he phrased it made it feel like being gay was a big bad thing, which, I’m not easily offended or anything but, still made me raise my eyebrows at him. He quickly raised his hand in objection.

“I didn’t mean it in a bad way, I promise.” He said as he thought over his words. His unusual display of hesitation at marching on with his opinion struck me as strangely sensitive of him. He always talked to others as if his input was a foregone correct conclusion, so seeing him think his words through in front of me made me slightly appreciate him. Slightly. 

“I just meant to say that I, at least on a basic guy-to-guy level, get how you feel.”

It was crude, hasty, a bit condescending albeit not intentionally, 19 years late, and quite frankly awkward as fuck. That was what I thought at dad’s sorry attempt at conversation between us. Still, I couldn’t help. Maybe because the situation was so stupid, but I found myself laughing nervously at his oddly comforting words. It wasn’t gonna magically fix our relationship, but the earnest desire behind it was undoubtedly good.

“I- Thank you.” I said simply, “I’m glad we got to have this talk,” 

I was about to get up, assuming he was going to leave my room as well, but he tapped me on the thigh to let me know he wasn’t finished. I looked at him, wondering what else was on his mind.

“The reason I told you all this, was because I feel like our relationship has been sour for too long. And part of it might be because there’s no one to help you out of your shell.”

“Oh God,” I thought, “he’s trying to get me out and about again” I didn’t know what in his previous attempts made him think THIS was the correct time to try again, but he clearly thought it was.

“As your dad, I don’t want you to end up with problems because you couldn’t properly satisfy yourself. It’s an essential part of any guy’s life to fuck around.”

Again with the sex talk, I was growing more apprehensive by the second. Like before, I listened on mainly because I couldn’t think of anything to say to him.

“I’m no expert when it comes to these things, but I still want to help you through it,” he said, his voice growing warmer.

I shook my head “There’s really nothing to help with, I’m good, thanks” I rebuked him gently, as to not disrespect his genuine efforts at reaching out. 

“It’s alright, I know you’re not into the social dance like me and your mom. I’ve grown to accept that over this past year.” He tried to assure me, “But I still think there are better ways to relieve your urges than staying cooped up in your room.”

“Like?” I asked him, now actually curious to hear his suggestions.

He pursued his lips for a second. It was unlike him to hesitate to give his opinion. But what he said next made me understand why he needed a second.

“I can help you out if you want.” He said as he looked straight at me.

I stared blankly. The words he just uttered reached my brain, but understanding failed on a core level. “I can help you if you want” those words rang in my ear. We sat in silence for a couple of minutes before I opened my mouth.

“The fuck does that mean…” I said in a monotone voice, my mind still processing. 

“It means what it says, I could help you out, guy to guy,” he replied, his voice more firm now that he breached the topic.

“Dad, do you realize what you’re saying?” I said, my voice getting louder by the word as his seriousness became apparent.

“No need to freak out, John, it’s not that uncommon for male relatives to mess around,” He replied with an assured tone. Assured, my ass. This could not be happening. The nerves I just managed to calm down flared right up and made my body temperature drop a couple of degrees.

“Are you gay??” I asked him outright, my mind a proper mess. 

“Hell no, have you seen the ass on your mo-” He objected right away but shut up just as quickly when he realized what he was about to say, his words making me wish for the first time in my life that I never possessed ears.

“DAD!” I yelled at him, my face contorting in disgust.

“Bad example, bad example!” He raised his hands in defeat “But, no, I’m not gay,”

“Then how…”

“But that doesn’t mean I haven’t messed around,” he tried to explain “I told you, son, us guys need to get off one way or another.”

“Is that what you did over there?” I asked him.

“No no, I told you I’m not gay, plus I wanted to stay loyal to your mother,”

“Again, then how…”

“Because you’re my son,” he said, his words hanging in the air between us, “and while I never tried it myself, I still saw it happen to some of the guys who worked with me.”

I tried to look away but he grabbed my face and made me look him straight in the eyes.

“I want to help you out son, no matter what you need,” He said, his tone filled with his trademark honesty. 

My eyes were taking in the man in front of me. This big hunk who called himself my dad was now leaning towards me with nothing but genuine care in his eyes. and for what was maybe the first time in my life, I felt the warmth of the father figure I never had, closer than ever and ready to gush over me. 

My body was still cold, yet I felt the sweat start to form on my back. I failed to muster any words to say to him and my arms were shaking slightly, but despite all that, I couldn’t look away from him. He, my dad, drew closer and closer until his face was an inch away from mine. I felt his warm breath on my face and the smell of the sweat from the work he had been doing until a bit ago reached me, its musky essence not making me on edge like before. Every sensation I felt right then was new to me, my virgin body going through the turmoil of this new excitement. Yes, whether I liked it or not, my body was getting excited. I was neither thin nor fat, but somewhere in between, and while my body was soft and sturdy, it still had patches of hair all over to maintain a manly image. Yet despite all that, dad’s body was simply… more.

Height aside, his body was also hairier and more full, his limbs and abdomen thick like tree logs. His sudden closeness sent my mind racing, and I found myself leaning back against his advance. I couldn’t escape tho, as my back hit the bed’s headboard and I found myself cornered by his bearded face, his brown eyes set on me, like a kid who got his prize after so long.

“Dad…” I muttered weakly, but he shushed me as he finally brushed his face against mine, the sensation of his hair on my skin making me close my eyes. It was, and I found that hard to admit at that moment, good. Despite all my nerves and surprise, I was still, on a primal level, responding to his instinctive advances. As I waited in the darkness of my closed eyes, I was jolted back to reality with the rough feeling of something on my lips. 

Dad had kissed me. No, dad was kissing me. Our lips had met, we were kissing. I could not believe it, and who would believe such a thing, I wondered. He was firm but gentle, like always, as he slowly moved his lips across mine, and gently and carefully worked them open. I didn’t know what to do, but my mouth responded on its own with a weak kiss back. I was able to taste him clearly then, a feeling of warm flesh and musky hair filling my mouth as I gently put my lips on his. He had climbed onto the bed fully and was on his knees in front of me when he brought his hands to the sides of my face and cupped it as he continued kissing me. I grabbed his wrists with my own hands to keep steady. 

His warm embrace of my face made me mellow out a bit, the rumbling in my tummy calming down at the feeling of his strong thick hands on the sides of my face. I had to admit, this type of physical contact and affection was so foreign to me, that I was completely stunned by it. I felt dad’s tongue pass over my lips and I opened my mouth willingly for him as he made his way inside. I breathed into his mouth as he bore into mine, our faces locked in a passionate embrace. 

The kiss lasted for a couple of minutes, but to me, it felt like hours. I hoped it felt the same to my dad, but he was probably used to such acts. When he finally leaned back and away from me, I opened my eyes and looked at him, confusion and loss clear on my face. I liked it. I was scared. These two feelings wrestled in me.

“It’s okay, son,” He said, seeing the look on my face “Let your dad help you,” he smiled as he drew closer once more. He kissed me again, and my body, cold with sweat, now rose to meet him, reciprocating his kiss. 

“Dad…” I really didn’t know what to say. I was finally seeing him for what he was, a man who wanted to nurture his son with all he had, and it was finally sinking in how much I actually needed this strong man. A barely grown-up boy, that’s who I was, and I was finally feeling the hole his absence left. Even with this onslaught of emotions, I still tried to hold my ground and not crumble in the face of this new exciting sensation.

This time, I grabbed his face myself and held onto him while I tried to taste his tongue, now fully in my mouth. The sensation was new and fresh, his tongue was warm and big in my mouth. He, on the other hand, took things a step further. He reached down to my shorts and hooked his fingers on them, before calmly pulling them down. It being summer, I was going commando, and his calloused rough fingers tickled me all over when he slid them along my hips and down my thighs. The weather might have been hot, but the room was significantly hotter now that our bodies were generating enough heat to melt an iceberg on their own.

As he slid down my shorts, the rubber band hit a snag between my ass and the fuzzy bed sheets. He laughed slightly in between our slow intimate kisses, his eyes narrowing with emotion at the corners as he looked at me. I shook my head slightly in embarrassment, the stupidity of the situation and the fuzz on my ass causing me to laugh a bit as well.

“Don’t…” It seemed all I was able to say were random words ever since we started, my mind unable to allocate enough power to its speech functions. My ass was round and plump, but it wasn’t big big. Dad pulled harder on my shorts, and they overrid my ass cheeks, coming down to my ankles with a small snap. We nuzzled our faces together ever so slowly, carefully getting to know how the other’s face felt. I didn’t have dad’s magnificent beard and mustache, but I did have a very light version of facial hair. I guess his genes were strong enough, as my body was covered with soft fuzz where there wasn’t proper hair. 

“You.. have a great ass,” dad said, his face grazing mine like a lion taking care of its cub. 

“What gives?” he was confusing me with how open he was about all this sexual stuff.

“Hey, an ass is an ass, and yours is lovely in my book.” He answered.

I was so confused. I wanted to ask him what he meant by lovely, and if he checked out my ass a lot, or how he looked at guys in general, but I didn’t. I felt as if talking like this would make us slow down and calm our nerves, and that would only make us stop when the situation’s ephemerality faded. I kept my mouth shut, now surrendering myself to the fact I was enjoying this. After all, could you blame me? I, who was a totally inexperienced shut-in virgin, had a man who was oozing masculine appeal trying his best to make me feel good. Who in their right mind could say no to that??

Readjusting myself as my dad pulled my shorts off my legs for good and threw them to the side, I was now laying with my back on the bed, looking up at my father. His eyes still held their warm glow and he smiled a me reassuringly as he lowered himself on top of me and kissed me once more. I was naked from the waist down, my dick happily resting between my legs and underneath my dad. My hands felt awkward at my side, so I lifted them, my nerves still causing them to shake, and hesitantly placed them on dad’s sides while his were around my head as if forming a protective barrier around it.

In this new position, he lowered his crotch slowly, still wearing his brown work shorts, until they ever so gingerly touched my own crotch. Dad stopped at the moment our groins made contact, but the feeling of the fabric against my dick made it stir and start to harden. I breathed heavily and drew my legs in a bit at the sudden touch, mindful of the fact dad was trying to go at my pace. In a sudden burst of courage, I grabbed dad’s shorts’ waistband and pulled them off as much as my hands could reach from my position. He raised himself to help me, and I felt his weight shift as he kicked the shorts off, now only dressed in the wife-beater.

His dick flopped forward onto mine, finally free from its tight confines. I smiled a bit, realizing he wasn’t wearing underwear as well. Like dad like son, I guess. With his hands supporting him on either side of my head, he was now fully on top of me. As if taking a break from longingly looking at each other, we both opted to look down at our bare crotches. The light in my room was not turned on, but some was coming from my computer screen and another was streaming from the setting sun through the window. Under normal circumstances, this setting might have been very romantic. But I couldn’t embrace that sentiment as my dad and I viewed our cocks side by side. Looking at his, I guessed it to be around 8 inches. My heart raced as I realized that I was actually sizing up my dad, but there wasn’t much I could, or wanted, to do about it. The butterflies in my stomach were wilder than ever, yet all I could do was look at his dick, now semi-hard, as it poked from his hairy groin and into the space between my legs, lightly touching my balls with its head. I was already at half mast myself, but the feeling of his hot head beneath my balls made my dick jump to its full 5 inches immediately. I grimaced a bit with embarrassment but dad simply lifted himself a bit more, before bringing himself down once more so that our dicks laid against each other. I gasped as the warmth of his thick dick was spread on mine, and looked up to him to see him looking at me.

Words felt redundant. We didn’t need to communicate through talking right now but through our bodies. We needed to take the correct actions to make sure the fire we lit between us stayed burning. Dad resumed kissing me more aggressively, but not by much, as he tried to get his tender intentions across. They came through loud and clear as I put my arms around his neck and kissed him back, my body betraying the emotions bubbling up inside me. His warmth was finally reaching me, replacing the nervous blue anxiety that was wracking my body. I breathed in deeply once again, now finally embracing how much his man musk was turning me on.

We started rubbing our groins together, our dicks ever so gently sliding on top of each other. I was being roused from both ends, the steamy position making me lightheaded. Dad took his time, rocking his body against mine as I took a break nestling my face into his shoulder. I had to catch my breath as I pulled at his clothes weakly while his powerful big body gently moved against mine and felt his mouth descend from my face down to my neck, laying a warm trail of kisses in its wake. I couldn’t see my face, but I’m sure it was red. I was shaving my first kiss, make out, and sexual experience all at the same time, and what’s more, I was experiencing them with my dad of all people. The sensuality with which he burrowed his face into my shoulder, kissing away with tender love, was making my head spin from the physical and emotional advance.

Dad seemed to sense my body getting hotter and reached with his hand between my legs, casually moving my dick and balls to the side and ever so slowly pushing his finger between my ass cheeks and just outside my hole. My eyes snapped open when I felt him at my entrance, his very light touch making my hole pucker up involuntarily and sending sparks through my entire body. I was looking up at the ceiling while his face was on my shoulder, free to make a dazed expression outside his range of vision. Feeling nervous about the next stage, I gulped and held him tighter in my arms. 

But dad wasn’t going to leave me hanging. He raised his hand to his mouth, putting his index and middle finger in it and sucking on them for a second before returning them to my hole. The now wet fingers elicited more reactions from me, as they gently rubbed along my back door.

“Relax now,” dad said softly into my ear as his fingers started working their way inside. To my embarrassment, a weak moan escaped me when his fingers passed my entrance easily. I braced myself for him to dig in, but he proved once again just how much he was looking out for me, advancing inside me at a snail’s pace. On one hand, I was happy at how attentive dad was, as I never expected the hard-headed man to be this gentle when it came down to it. On the other, the slow wet rubbing to the insides of my walls was driving me crazy. My breath hitched in my chest as I unconsciously started bringing my ass down on his hand, trying to place his fingers better inside me. 

“Dad…” It was the third time I called him dad in this sultry tone. I couldn’t help it though, it was a biological response at this point. 

Dad heard my cry and understood that I was ready. He moved his two fingers around my rectum as if making sure everything was in place before taking them out. Immediately, I felt my hole close up on empty, the stimulating fullness now gone. Once more, I buried my face into his shoulder and squeezed my hands around him. 

“It’s okay son, I got you,” he reassured me as he positioned his dick between my ass cheeks, the hot hard flesh easily parting the plump smooth ass. The dick head rested against my hole, and I instinctively relaxed a bit, feeling the familiar pressure.

At that point, we were looking straight into each other’s eyes again. Years of neglected love between us now coming up in a flood. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his handsome rugged face as my mouth trembled between a smile and a cry, and he looked at me as if trying to memorize every aspect of my face. So much was being conveyed in these looks as he slowly, with firm and finally assured moves, guided his pole into my ass. 

It hurt a bit at first, and I shyly asked him to stop a couple of times. It never crossed our minds to use lube, maybe because we were afraid of changing positions and losing the built-up charge. But dad was patient with me. I never saw him act this way before, hanging on to my every move, listening to my every gasp and moan. This soft side to him was so raw and free, I had to raise my head and kiss him all around his face myself, feeling his strong body take care of mine. 

When his dick finally settled in, I felt his pubes brush against my ass cheeks as he finally relaxed a bit inside me. Getting a sudden idea, I reflexively squeezed my ass after I’d let it relax to let him in. The feeling of the hot flesh suddenly hugging him tightly made dad gasp this time. He looked at me and laughed while breathing heavily.

“Aren’t you a little rascal,” He laughed and ruffled my soft hair as I blushed under his heavy hand. It was a wholesome dad-and-son interaction in a very unusual situation. Happy to give him pleasure like he was doing to me, I started moving my ass on his dick, making him close his eyes and concentrate.

“John, if you keep this up…” he left his sentence unfinished, but I understood immediately that I was driving him to the edge. 

“It’s okay dad… I… I don’t mind…” I said with a coy look.

“Then it’s okay if I fuck you for real son?” He said, and his strong words made me gulp, as I shook my head, resigning myself to my father.

“Brace yourself,” was all he said before starting to move. Slow at first, his movements grew quicker as he picked up his tempo. I was starting to feel him pressing against a sensitive spot in my ass, and the ramming of his dick against it was making me moan harder and harder with each thrust. I hugged him tightly, feeling his warmth and love fill me up literally and emotionally. I was hanging on to this strong man as he laid into me, his dick satisfying a hunger I never knew I had. We were pressed against each other, the thin layer of my t-shirt and his wife-beater doing nothing to stop the heat from our lovemaking from boring into our bodies. Finally, he was diving into me balls deep with each thrust, making sure to not slam me too hard, as if I’d break if he pushed me too much. The wonderful sensations were overtaking my body, crazy signals being sent from inside my ass and from my dick being rubbed between our bellies.

“DAD- DAD, I-” I yelled nervously, my hand weakly tapping on his board back.

“It’s okay son, do what you need to, don’t be afraid,” he quickly reassured, his voice labored from the pressure he was feeling himself.

My voice caught in my throat, a silent yell escaping me as the tingling all over my body condensed in my dick, finally making me spurt cum between us as we continued to mash our bodies together. My orgasm caused my entire body to convulse inwards, my toes curling and my ass squeezing down on my dad’s dick like there was no tomorrow as the high of ejaculation took over me.

“OH GOD!!” my dad yelled as he slammed fully into me, his heavy pulsating dick relenting to my ass and giving it what it needed. He shot load after load deep into my guts, his warm milk seeping into my insides and making me feel full and warm.

Out of breath, we both collapsed back into the bed, our bodies limp from our sensual release. Maybe it was endorphin coursing through my body, or maybe it was the strong warm body on top of me, but in that moment, I was overtaken with emotions as I hugged my dad again, this time from a place devoid of any lust. I was back to being that kid who asked his mom why his dad was never around, and I felt like crying as I finally addressed him for the first time, not as a stranger, but as my father, the one who gave birth to me.

“Thank you, dad, thank you so much,” I said, tears streaming down my face. 

“Shhh.. it’s okay, no need to cry baby, dad’s right here, dad loves you,” he said, his voice heavy with emotions as well.

“I love you dad, I’m sorry I was such a dick to you,”

“Don’t worry son, it’s all in the past,” he cooed in my ear “dad is here now,”

We hugged each other tightly, relishing the heat between us as the darkness of night took over the room and we went to sleep with nothing but the dim light of my computer screen to cast itself upon our intertwined naked bodies, peacefully resting in blissful love.