When my parents divorced I didn’t see much of my dad but he would show up at my birthday parties and graduations with cash in his hand. My dad worked construction. He was big and strong with a growing beer belly. I was five when my parents separated. He wasn’t cut out to be a husband or a father. He wasn’t a bad person; he just wasn’t great with responsibility. My dad knocked up my mom right after high school and my mom was six months pregnant when they married. My mother found a nice, responsible, boring guy and married him as soon as her divorce was finalized from my father.
I started college with hopes of becoming an architect. My stepfather got me an internship with an architect firm and I was meeting them at a big project they were working on. It was Friday and I was leaving the building site when I ran into my father at his truck.
“Dad?”
“Hey! Brock. What are you doing here?” He asked turning to look at me.
“I got an internship with the architects for the building. You working construction here?”
“Yeah, just finished up for the day. Letting the A/C run for a bit before I get in. It’s a hot one.”
“Yeah, I’m hella sweating. I was just about to order an Uber.”
“I can give you a ride back to the dorms if you want?”
“Thanks, but I was thinking of stopping by the brewery before heading back.”
“You college boys and your fancy beer. I got a 12pack of the good stuff at my place. Why don’t you come with and we can catch up.”
“Sure, I’ll drink your beer and save some money.”
“Ha-Ha, alright. Come on.” He said as we got in his truck.
Dad’s apartment was dark and cool. I’ve never been there before. It was a one bedroom one bath. My dad and I didn’t have a lot in common but walking in I realized we did have at least one thing in common. The place smelled like weed. I mostly take gummies but I have no problem taking a hit from a bong and there was one right on the coffee table.
“Grad some beers out of the fridge. I’m gonna get out of these work clothes.” My dad said as he headed down the hall.
I got two beers and brought them to the couch. I set one down on the coffee table and opened the other. I took a swig and it tasted good. I loved beer right out of a nice cold glass bottle. My dad came out of his bedroom. He took off his work clothes but didn’t change into new clothes. He came into the room in a pair of tight white boxers. I didn’t know guys still wore boxers. I thought everyone wore boxer briefs now adays. His white under shirt was also tight. It showed off his big pecks and growing belly.
“How’s the beer?” he asked as he grabbed his from the table.
“Great! Nice and cold.” I said as I watched him sit down in his recliner. I noticed the opening of his boxers spread apart. I couldn't see anything; it was a dark abyss. I had to look away. Then he saw me checking out his bong.
“You smoke?” He asked.
“Hell yeah!”
“Well, let’s light it up. I love a good high after a long day of work.”
We passed the bong back and forth a few times. He had some good shit. I was hella high. We were talking and joking around. I was having a good time but I was also getting really horny. I could see my dad’s pubes sticking out of the fly of his boxers after his last hit. His thick thighs made it so I couldn’t look up his shorts but I could of sworn his bugle was getting bigger. My boner was stretching my underwear.
“Is it just me or does smoking weed get you a little horny?” My dad asked as I watched him rub his bugle. I didn’t know what to say but I pulled at my pants. “I think you might want to get more comfortable. We wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.”
“What?” I asked looking at him.
“Your skinny jeans and tight dress shirt can’t be comfortable. It’s just the two of us here.”
He was right my clothes were uncomfortable. I was so high and I wanted to feel more comfortable. I unbutton my dress shirt. I wasn’t wearing an undershirt because I felt it was too hot of a day to wear one. I had to take off my shoes so I could pull my off jeans. I worried my dad would see my boner so I put my dress shirt on my lap as I pulled my pants off from the couch. I immediately felt much better.
“One more hit?” my dad asked.
“Sounds good.”
“You set it up. I’m gonna grab us another beer.” My dad said as he got up. He pulled off his undershirt and tossed it on the floor by his chair. He had a light dusting of dark hairs on his chest and stomach. He nipples were big and pink. I noticed his dick hanged down one of his legs. The print of his mushroom head was hard to miss in his boxers.
He came back from the kitchen and handed me a beer. His bulge right in my face. I couldn’t look away. He noticed. He reached down and grabbed my dress shirt and pulled it off my lap exposing my hard boner to him in my stretched boxer briefs. The light gray of them made it impossible to miss.
“This is a nice shirt. It feels expensive.”
“No, I got it at TJ Maxx on sale.” I told him. He tossed the shirt to the other side of the couch and went back to sit in his chair.
I took the first hit and passed the bong to him. He didn’t say anything about my boner so I didn’t try to cover it back up. While my dad took a hit I noticed his dick head was poking out the leg of his boxers. Shit, it looked big. I glanced at my bugle and noticed a growing wet spot.
“You didn’t get that from my side of the family.”
“What?” I said looking up at him. He was looking down at my crotch.
“I barely produce any precum.” He said as I watched him play with his cock head that was poking out. He rubbed his finger around the piss hole and then brought it to his mouth. “I love the taste but never make enough.”
“Fuck.” I said feeling my own precum oozing out of my dick.
“You every taste yours?” He asks. I just shock my head yes. “Try some. How does it taste?”
My horny mind listened to him without question. I reached my hand in my underwear and collected a sampling along my finger. I brought it to my mouth. Mmm, it tasted so good. A moan escaped from my mouth.
“I’m jealous.” My dad said. “I sharded my beer and weed with you. Do you have anything you can share with me?”
“Are you serious?” I asked wondering if we were thinking the same thing.
My dad got up and sat between my legs. “Fuck yeah I am. Precum is delicious.”
My dad pulled down my underwear and my hard dick popped out. I helped my dad removed my underwear from around my ankles. He grabbed my dick. His hand was big and strong. His calluses sent a shiver through my body. I watched as he stuck out his tongue. He moved his head down to my crotch and licked the length of my dick. He licked around my cock head and squeezed my dick. I watched as a glob of precum formed around my piss hole. My dad sucked it up.
“Mmm” he said looking up at me.
“Dad, you’re sucking my cock!”
“Yeah and you are loving it, aren’t you? Do you want me to stop?”
“Fuck no!” I said pushing my dick towards him. I never get to spend much time with him. My mom always said he wasn’t reliable. I don’t know what she was talking about. My dad’s lips were around my cock, sucking my juices out of me. He was great, too good. I had to pull him off of me after a few minutes. “Shit, dad, you got skills.”
“Yeah, I’m good at sex but it’s been a while since I have been fucked and this cock is making my ass twitch.” He said stroking my length.
“Fuck dad, really?” Oh shit, was my dad going to let me fuck him or was I dreaming? My dad went back to my cock and really stated slurping on it. He was coating it with his saliva.
“I made this cock and now I want it in me.” My dad said standing up and pulling down his boxers. His cock was thick and was curved like a banana pointing up.
“Yes dad.”
“Give me some of your spit.” He said reaching his hand to my mouth. I spit into his hand. “More”
“Should we get some lube?” my mouth was a bit dry from all the weed we smoked.
“Fuck no, my sweaty ass and our spit will do.” He said causing my mouth to water.
He took my spit and reached around and rubbed it into his ass crack. He spat on my dick a few times before he climbed on the couch. I watched as he pulled his ass cheeks apart and sank down on my dick. The first thing I felt was his sweaty ass hairs. Then I felt his hole pushing against my cock head. I slowly slid into my dad. He was tight and he went slow. My length slid all the way in and my dad finally sat down on my lap.
“Oh fuck.” I said looking at his dick leaning on my stomach. I looked up at him. He had his eyes closed, with a look of ecstasy on his face. He felt so good. I pushed into him, needing more. My dad opened his eyes and smiled at me.
“Yeah, you really filled me up. Oh man. It’s been a while.” He said rocking on my hips.
“I can’t believe I’m inside of you.”
“Yeah, how does it feel?” He said squeezing his ass cheeks.
“Oh, fuck dad. Ride me.”
“Yeah, you are kinky just like your daddy.” Kink? This was a full on fetish that I never dreamed would be possible.
My dad started picking up speed and I started meeting him with each thrust. We were moaning and getting louder. We were watching each other. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead. He leaned forward, our foreheads touching. I could smell the beer on his breath. My hands explored his body. I squeezed the soft flesh of his ass and ran my hands alone his firm back and broad shoulders. I went to his chest, found his pecks and felt his big erect nipples.
“Oh yeah, don’t stop!” he said as I pitched his nipples.
He leaned into me and pressed our lips together. I gladly opened my mouth and accepted his tongue. I almost came when we started kissing. We kissed until we needed to catch our breaths.
“Grab my cock, I gotta cum. Are you ready?”
“Yeah dad, I’m so fucking ready.” I grabbed his fat cock and started jacking him off. He bounced on me faster, his ass squeezing my cock. “Oh, dad I am so close.”
“Yeah, come with me. I wanna feel our loads.”
“Oh, fuck dad. Yes!” I felt my orgasm coming. I let the feeling take over. “Come with me, dad!” I shouted as I felt my balls release their load. I shoved my dick up his ass as my cum filled his guts.
“Yes son! I feel you!” he said as I watched cum shot from his dick onto my chest. His load was hot on my skin. I milked his cock and then collected some of his cum and brought it to my mouth. My dad kissed me again, tasting his load in my mouth. “Mmm, next time I wanna taste your load.”
“Next time, I wanna get this dick in my ass.” I said grabbing his softening cock again.
“If you stay the night we can make sure that happens.” My dad said getting off my lap.
“A sleep over with my dad, that sounds hot.”
“Yeah, but first we gotta eat. I staving.”
“Me too dad, me too...”
