Jaxon tries to turn the tables 

The change in dad meant things between us just got better and better. It seemed like dad had really got into the idea that a butthole was just like a pussy - only tighter. I knew that anyway because I’ve tried both, but hearing dad himself tell me that was all the proof I needed. And judging from the way he applied 50 years’ experience of using his dick into pleasuring himself and me, he was loving every grip and ripple my ass could offer.

Sure, right from the beginning on our trip I’d seen glimpses of the awesome lover dad must have been, just as I’d always known when I was a kid that he was the perfect man. But now I saw the whole picture. The sheer physicality of that great big guy making love to me was breath taking, an ecstatic mix of pain and pleasure I’d never known before.

It was easy to see why he’d swept so many women off their feet and into his bed. Not only was he funny, intelligent and great company, he was also a natural flirt. But it was in bed my father became a man of contrasts…

One moment he was dominant and sometimes brutal when it came to achieving his own pleasure, thrusting wildly into me as he abandoned himself in the intensity of his own orgasm, lost in a new world, a world to which my body held the key. Yet in other moments he could be the gentlest most sensual lover I had ever known as if my own pleasure was the most important thing in the world to him.

As dad became more confident his skills in foreplay were improving all the time. He was no longer afraid to enjoy exploring my entire body. Expertly using his fingers and his tongue, leaving no square inch of my skin un-kissed, no place left un-licked, un-nibbled or un-touched. Even bitten. Some mornings my nipples were so sore from his attentions they felt red raw….

Often when I was naked with a guy I’d have this real hang-up about still being so smooth but all that vanished when he whispered about how sexy he found my body or told me how soft and silky my sparse bush and pits were when he buried his face them.

And it wasn’t only dad who’d become more confident either. I’d always been pretty sure of my way around a guy’s body but with dad it was different. Now I was exploring the actual body that had been so familiar to me for so long, a body that had hardly changed since we’d showered side by side when I was a kid.

Ok, some things had changed – for a start he had more of a belly these days and his pecs were no longer the firm slabs of muscle they had once been either. Time had also changed that mat of hair covering his chest from brown to grey. But his bush was just as dark and luxuriant as it had always been. So were his pits. And his cock was still as big as it had been then, except now I didn’t have to wonder how much bigger it got. I knew. And I also knew what it tasted like and how it felt inside me. It was amazing how turned on I got swallowing his cum knowing it was the same seed that had made me. 

The other thing that hadn’t changed were those curly hairs that had always fascinated me as a kid when I’d seen them poking out between his ass-cheeks. Only now I’d seen them up close. Not only seen them but now I’d felt them on my tongue. Also I knew exactly how his pucker looked, how it twitched when I rimmed him exposing just a hint of red inside that tight ribbed ring of muscle.

And I’d changed too. I was no longer the skinny kid half embarrassed and half proud of the few curly first pubes around the base of my teenage cock… well maybe even now there wasn’t that much more, but whether my bush was sparse or not, the dick they surrounded almost matched my dad’s inch for inch.

Yes, I’d known my way around a guy’s body for quite a while, but exploring dads was still an adventure, a symphony of sounds, tastes and scents.

Apart from how sensitive his newly discovered pucker was I’d found out that even though he was an out and out nip-man he had ultra-sensitive nipples of his own, so sensitive that he could easily be reduced to a quivering wreck when I went to town on them, sometimes even mercilessly grinding my teeth down on his nubs which only made him yell out, clamping my head to his chest and urging me on.

Weird how after all those times he must have nibbled on a woman’s breast or suckled her nipple, only now did he appreciate why those women moaned so loudly.

He also loved the inside of his thighs being licked; so much so those muscular quads trembled in anticipation as I slowly tongue kissed my way up to where they joined in the warmth of his hairy taint. And most of all in a complete 100% flip, his once ‘out-of-bounds’ trench and asshole were presented to me like a feast that I had to gorge on and then demand seconds.

He joked once that I’d been just the same about ice cream when I was a kid. But now it wasn’t about an extra portion of dessert. It was about eating my dad’s butt, making him react in a way that told me he was just not used to receiving pleasure like that. And that was weird too. All those years he’d spent feasting on pussy he’d had no idea the intense pleasure he’d actually brought them until now. For sure he knew that the pleasure that was enough to make them cum without even playing with their own clits, but now it was like he had a hidden magic button inside himself that he’d only discovered because of my tongue…

And all that was just the foreplay.

He was just totally open about talking about it -as if even that was part of our sexual foreplay. Being verbal during sex clearly turned him on – and me too. I realized just how much I’d been holding back during sex all my life. Now with dad I found myself just letting go… and the louder I got the more verbal he became.

When it came to penetrative sex, boy! Did that man ever live up to the image of his body!  He was a demanding wild man. We tried new positions all the time, not new for me, but new for him and his stunned gasps of wonderment were amazing as he progressively learnt to use my body to satisfy us both as he attempted to hold off his orgasms to make each experience last as long as possible.

When I’d asked him what his favorite position was, he just grinned and said he was spoiled for choice adding…

D         Backwards, forwards, sideways, what’s not to love about you?

But I knew the old ’straight’ dad really enjoyed being on top with my legs over his shoulders and each time, his stamina lasted longer, and his technique improved, keeping the intense kisses going as he probed me at different angles and rhythms.

I’d even ridden him on the couch downstairs and though I was the one riding, he’d end up gripping my hips, taking control, thrusting and wedging in balls deep. These days we still showered side by side except now it went much further than just washing each other’s backs. Now he’d either fuck me against the tiles or as I leant over the bathroom counter, both of us staring at each other in the mirror’s reflection as he almost lifted me off the ground and filled my ass with his cum.

I loved the attention and the intenseness we generated together. I’d never experienced anything like it, and it was obvious that our love brought sex to a higher level that neither had experienced with another person before. I’d never ever looked forward to ‘bedtime’ so much.

I was enjoying the whole ‘ride’ but I also needed dad to understand that I wasn’t a natural 100% bottom, I think dad was deliberately assuming I was and didn’t want to think about the alternatives. Perhaps he was just used to that natural dominant role – a bit of foreplay always ending up with a willing pussy to fuck. But I knew that as far as we were concerned, I wanted more than that.

Somehow I had to pluck up the nerve to find a way to tell him I wanted our lovemaking to become a bit more ‘equal’. Because more and more, as we lay in bed cuddled up in a warm afterglow haze, both of us sweat-drenched and me with a butt full of his sperm, I’d lay in the dark thinking how amazing it would be for me to have this recovery time with him only knowing that my DNA was inside him and ‘owning’ him a little bit more. But was that ever likely to happen?

The nearest I got was one night when we went out for a meal and both of us had a few glasses of wine. Not only did it feel like we were on a date, but dad even said so! And sharing that experience with him in public was awesome, to the world we were just a father and son enjoying a meal, yet we knew the truth. We were incestual lovers.

And like all lovers our conversation soon became little more than private whispers across the table as our knees and feet touched occasionally underneath it.

J          You realize you’ve fucked me every day?

D         Is that how it feels to you, just a fuck?

J          Well, no, it feels more like…

D         …..Making love?

Fuck yes! And he’d said it first! I nodded.

Because that was just how it felt. No matter how frantic it became, no matter how rough, even painful, the sex got in the final moments, I knew that behind it all was something I’d been craving all my life. My father’s love. And it seemed that dad had finally found love too but in the most unexpected place of all. His own son’s arms.

The flirting over dinner continued between us. Dad asked if I was complaining it was too much and I replied that I loved every minute and more than that, I loved teaching him new things.

D         Well, you must be the best teacher! I can’t imagine sex getting any better

J          Funny you should say that dad (I grinned, looking him in the eye as I swirled the wine slowly in my glass.)

D         What?

J          About sex getting better

D         What do you mean? Have you got a whole new catalogue of positions we haven’t tried?

J          Well....

D         Tell me (he smiled again, and his knee found its way between mine.)

J          Well…. You like fucking me, but have you ever thought….. I might like to fuck you?

His knee withdrew and his face suddenly became serious.

J          Didn’t you ever think of that?

Dad stared at his glass.

D         I guess not, but I’m not sure I’m really up for that

J          I thought you said we were equal

D         Yeah, son we are, you’ve grown up into one hell of a sexy guy. but I didn’t mean about that

And then dad, somehow changed the subject and I knew it was going to ruin the evening if I continued to nag him into feeling obliged to let me make love to him for a change.

So, dad may have enjoyed his butt being rimmed but more than that? Maybe for him it was a step too far. I mean I actually enjoyed him being in control, enjoyed being his subservient lover. So perhaps dad saw that role reversal, the act of surrendering his butt to his own son, as something that in his mind was a threat to his own masculinity. 

I thought briefly of Matt. How that big masculine guy had so willingly offered me his butt and enjoyed every minute of it. Pushing his ass back, squirming against me, clenching his butt muscles around my cock as I possessed him until the two of us had cum within seconds of each other. I also thought about the pleasure I got seeing my own seed leaking from his hairy just-fucked hole.

So I let the matter drop and instead we ordered more wine and carried on flirting in whispers. Eventually dad said

D         You feeling horny son?

My only answers were a great big smile and a nod. Fuck! Was I ever feeling horny! I was so hard in my pants that it hurt!

He said he was too and without further ad-do signaled the waiter for the bill.

Back home that night I waited in bed, listening to dad singing to himself in the shower. I’d never heard him so happy and it made me smile to myself. Perhaps we were in ‘lurvvvvvveee’ after all 

I sat up, waiting for him, naked in bed underneath the sheets and casually nursing my erection knowing we were in for another sensual, but messy bout of lovemaking.

He sort of stumbled in, nude and proud, freshly scrubbed, his helmet still covered, his penis jutting out at an acute angle, looking for all the world like a rocket that would have made NASA proud, as it stood out from his dark bush.

I watched as it swayed menacingly as he meandered towards the bed and with that sexy grin on his face he leaned over, kissed me and whispered,

D         You wanna rim your daddy’s asshole?

Was I ever stunned! Not to mention so turned on but that word! Daddy! WOW. It wasn’t just the fact of what he was asking, well in part it was, but it was the fact that he actually asked for it, using that word ‘daddy’, a word that rang out with so many connotations.

How far he’d come, how open he was compared to the tiny steps we’d taken during our camping trip, my tenuous touching of his cock, his trembling hand masturbating mine, only now to turn everything around with a request for his son to rim ‘his daddy.’

Did this mean that the element of incest in our relationship turned him on as much as it did me? Had those taboo desires always been there between us only I’d been too young to understand what I was feeling, and dad was too afraid to even think about it? 

None of that mattered now as I smiled to myself knowing he would never have dreamed of saying that to any woman, well, the ‘daddy’ bit, maybe, but the rimming – NEVER and I bet it had never even crossed his mind to ask. And now It was me that got him to experience ecstasies that he’d never ever have imagined.

I playfully replied and even felt my cock throb as I said,

J          Sure thing daddy, I’m starving

D         Hungry boy eh

J          You bet….

Only now I wasn’t a kid expecting his favorite pizza. I was expecting a grown-up portion of my own father’s hairy butt.

Surely the last time I would have said something like that was when he would have summoned his toddler son for dinner and I would have run up trying to clamber on a chair ready for him to put the food in front of me, only now he wasn’t putting food in front of me, he was going to spread out his chunky glutes and have me eat it out.

So, he clambered over me, pausing to kiss me several times, and casually plumped himself down beside me, rolling over on to his stomach and pumping the pillow under his head as he turned it to one side and rested it on his folded bicep. He smiled over his shoulder, completely relaxed knowing what was coming and spread his thick trunk-like legs apart. And to think at one time I had to practically prize open those same cheeks. Now he took his glutes in his own hands and spread them in front of me.

D         All yours son

I loved dad’s confidence. Once he knew he liked something, he was up for making the most of it and the way he just sprawled out in front of me waiting for his treat just showed how far he’d come.

I scooted down the bed, sliding over one massive, outstretched thigh, knelt in between the V of his legs and savored the sight in front of me.

What I was seeing was most definitely the ass of an older man, not the pert, spherical bubble butt of a young twink, but a muscular man's ass, big and hairy. I automatically took my throbbing dick in hand keeping it on the boil, my precum already hanging in a string from the bunched frill still covering my helmet.

The string broke and dripped on to the back of his thigh.

Gradually I ran my hands up his legs, starting at his ankles, feeling the soft furry strength of his mounded calves, his hamstrings, and his thick outer thighs.

Then, as if claiming my prize, I grasped his hips and then cupped the magnificent brawn of his ass. I thought how smooth his cheeks were in comparison to his crack with its dense dark curls. There it was. My father's ass, fuller, older, padded, hairy, so different from mine. Forty years of difference.  

My cock pulsed, drooling onto the sheet beneath me as I felt the heat emanating from his skin when I settled between his thighs, and it pulsed again as I watched his big hands reach back and spread those meaty buttocks even wider as my face drew closer to his ass.

Using both hands I gripped his butt cheeks, feeling their firmness as my fingers pressed into him, my nose inhaling the warm clean musk of his hairy trench as I dived straight in, every sweep of my tongue being met with loud groans of pleasure that seemed to erupt from the depths of his body. There was no doubting from the way dad was slowly humping his dick against the bed that he was loving every minute of it. And as he pushed back against my face, I wondered what it would be like to have my dad’s ass pushing back against my slimy dick.

The more I licked his hole, the more he groaned, and I groaned too, my moans vibrating against his loosening ring.

D          Awwwwwwwwww SONNNNNNNN!

With a low grunt he flexed his pucker against my lips making it blossom against my tongue, opening himself just enough to let it slip into him. In beyond that ribbed ring of twitching muscle and deeper into the warm unseen place inside. And all the time my free hand was wrapped tightly around my dick as I tried to imagine what it would feel like if my fist was his virgin bud opening around the tip of my cock… 

D            Aw, fuck... Jack

Dad's baritone voice groaned as he hiked his ass up over and over to meet my mouth.

D            Feels sooooooo good, son,

He half grunted, almost fucking himself on the tip of my tongue as if he wanted, no, needed it to go deeper… 

Simple words for sure - but they egged me on like nothing else. Dad was consenting, telling me it was OK. Telling me he wanted this. I pushed my tongue out, digging deeper and starting to flick between the tight ass-folds, drilling into his private and sealed secret place as he gasped louder flexing his butthole around my tongue and against my lips.

D            Fuckkkkk that’s the best feeling in the world... you sure know how to rim

I kissed his hole and pulled my head up, hovering in a perch, inches above that spittle-covered ass trench with spit-soaked lips as my fingers held him open for me. And there it was, my dad’s hole, the dark hairs wet and flattened against the sides of his crack, his pucker no longer firmly shut but pulsing little bubbles of his son’s saliva.

Again, I thought of Matt, how after I’d fucked him his hole had oozed a trickle of my sperm and imagined dad’s doing the same, imagined his tight walls rippling around my cock as I inched into him, opening him up with small expert thrusts until finally all seven inches of my cock were buried in his ass… feeling his tight ring locked around the root of my dick….

I wondered if he’d yell out as he lost his cherry the same way I’d yelled out when I lost mine…. that cry a sound of surrender from him but the sound of my victory. 

Now my dick continued drooling underneath me as I squeezed the shaft, knowing that I wanted nothing more than to plunge my cock deep into his guts, to lie full length with his body under my own, pinning him down with my weight as I thrust over and over into the moist heat of his ass.

And then I said it.

J          Dad, I so want to fuck you!

I could tell from the way his body automatically tensed up that no matter how much he enjoyed having my tongue opening him up, there was no way dad was going to surrender what he perceived to be his masculinity because in his world real men just didn’t get fucked. Daddies fucked their boys, not the other way around.

D         Sorry son, I’m just not ready. Another time perhaps…

I knew that was the answer I was going to get. I had to decide whether I was desperate enough to plead my case or just wait. To me it seemed so unfair, I’d just soaked, relaxed, delved past his tight pucker ring. It was like a dinner ready to be eaten after I’d gulped down the starter. He just couldn’t leave me starving. He must know himself what it felt like to look at pucker and want to fuck it.

Hadn’t he felt like that with me?  Hadn’t he experienced that overwhelming desire to bury his dick between my cheeks? Wasn’t that why he fucked me that first time?

Hell, I could almost hear him saying, ‘No Jacko, when daddy say’s ‘no’ he means ‘no’. Just like he had when I’d whined about having new trainers or a ten speed racing bike. I knew that when dad said ‘no’ no amount of pleading would ever get him to change his mind back then, or now.

J          Please dad, I’m desperate

D         Son, I know you are, but not tonight

And with that he half turned to face me and ran his fingers along the length of my shaft…

J          This young fella’s not exactly small is he?

I laughed softly and did the same to him.

D         Neither is this old fella!

Although he grinned, I wondered if he got what I was driving at? If I could take his then he could take mine… I think he got the message because he said…

D         Yeah, son I know what you’re thinking but you’ve got seven years’ experience ahead of me…

J          Uhuh, but I was a virgin too once y’know

Dad turned over on to his side, pulled me down into his arms and as I sank into the safety of that warm embrace I found myself telling him something I’d never shared with him before. My first gay experience at college…

…how I’d ended up in a threesome with a girl called Kerry and her boyfriend…how we’d both taken turns and fucked her… and the sudden realization that the sight of Ed’s dick had aroused me as much, if not more, than her pussy.

D         So, he fucked you too then?

J          Shit no dad! Not in front of his girlfriend!

D         When then? Later?

J          Well…

…and I told him all about the day I’d gone to the beach with Ed… how after our swim we’d got changed in the old lifeguard’s hut… how we’d both got hard-ons as we’d dried ourselves down… how Ed had given me my first ever rim… the way I’d yelled out in surprise as he skillfully opened my virgin butt with his tongue… his fingers and eventually his dick as fucked me face down on a pile of damp towels…

D         And it hurt?

J          Like hell it did!

D         There you go then…

Shit! I could have kicked myself!!! All I’d done was confirm dad’s fears and give him a concrete reason for saying ‘No’.

And when he said, no, it wasn’t going to happen. I knew I’d got one of those ‘dad’’ no’s and there would be no changing his mind. 

 I wanted to say, ‘Why? Because you think being fucked will make you less of man?’

But I didn’t dare. Yet there was no way I was going to give up on my fantasy completely.

J          Well can I hump you then?

He looked relieved. And why not? Several times he’d lay on his back, his legs wrapped around me as I ground my dick against his belly, holding me, kissing me as my thrusts grew faster, less controlled until I’d finally lost it and shot my load between us.

D         Sure, son, let me turn over

J          No, I meant like this – I wanna feel my dick wedged in that hairy crack.’

And did I ever!

Dad hestitated.

J          I promise not to go too far

D         Promise?

J          You’ve always said you could trust me...... so trust me.’

He said, OK’, and rolled back on to his stomach.

Did I imagine that the feel of my slimy cockhead sliding over his wet pucker would be enough to change his mind? That somehow, he would lose himself in the sensations and instinctively push his asshole out like he had when I rimmed him making it easy for me to nudge my way into his butt?

One look at the tension in his thighs and ass told me that was unlikely.

When daddy said ‘no,’ he meant just that. Then. Now. And maybe forever.

But at least I wasn’t going to waste this opportunity, so I scrambled up like a scared rabbit and sprawled on top of his broad back, my thighs gripping his so I could start sliding my hard cock into his saliva soaked trench.

It was every bit as good as I’d imagined. Those meaty ass-cheeks made the perfect groove for my dick to thrust into, tight, warm and wet. And it got wetter because the more I humped the more precum I made. I swear I could even feel those dark hairs tickling my knob as it slipped easily in and out of my foreskin….

…just like it had always done when I was a kid and used to bring myself off humping the bed when I first started masturbating. But there was a key difference. This wasn’t a little bald teen dick eagerly stabbing its way to orgasm against a sheet. This was me, a twenty-five-year-old man with a full-sized cock thrusting in my own father’s crack….

I tried to wrap my arms underneath him but his bulk stopped me from linking my fingers, but that clinch kept our hot sweaty bodies tightly united as my smooth abs slammed down on dad’s back, propelling my cock the length of his furry crack.

When I raised my butt in the air I felt my cock slide down his crevice slicking it even more as I sank down on him. And now I could feel dad’s body relaxing under me as he realized I was going to keep my promise and not try to enter him. In fact, he was so relaxed he started moaning softly as he began rubbing his dick against the bed, each little thrust working his butt back against my cock.

As his movements under me got stronger my knob actually nudged against his pucker. That’s when he tensed up again. Yes, this would have been the perfect moment to have pressed my weapon against that tight wet pucker and claimed dad’s cherry for myself… to have pushed through that virgin bud and discovered the warm moist heat inside…

…but no. The tight wet ring that had blossomed under my tongue and that had become pliable enough to let my tongue push inside… the asshole that had reacted so strongly to the first ever touch in its hidden depths was gone… and in its place was a ring of muscle, clamped shut, tight, wet, impenetrable…

I moved back. I wanted him to know that he could trust me as much as I trusted him and it worked. I felt him relax again in my arms as he got back into the rhythm of raising his hips to meet every thrust… working the tight ribbed edges of his butthole against the tip of my helmet.

But was he deliberately trying to get my cock to make contact with his ring so that I would overcome his resistance without him appearing to give in? Or were the sensations in his own dick just sweeping over him as he humped steadily against the bed? And now that his ass was lubed with precum had he decided that now was the moment…

So, I changed position slightly, lifting myself to let each thrust run over his pucker and this time he became ‘daddy’ again and there was that adamant

D         No!

J          Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh dad it’s ok (I whispered in his ear.) I promised I wouldn’t. Just trust me

Well even if I could have, I knew I was so horny I would have dumped my load the minute I’d got my knob even halfway into his butt.

Yes I was that close. So close that I thrust in further, digging my toes into the mattress for stability, constantly fighting the overwhelming urge to ‘help’ myself in. The friction of dad further clenching his buttocks and my desperate need to cum finally became too much.

I managed to gasp

J          Dad! DAD! I’M GONNA CUM!

My whole body shook as my movements became a series of uncontrolled jolts and thrusts and with a loud wail, I lost it completely, surrendering myself to an orgasm so powerful my heartbeat pounded in my head…

J          ‘DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!

I felt a great wave of my sperm spraying in a mighty explosion in his crack on that final thrust, a hot slimy blast washing over his precious still unclaimed hole.

I gripped him tight in a tight vice-like grip as I continued fucking his trench for all I was worth until I could thrust no more. My clammy body slumped down on top of his, my chest heaving, those last ragged breaths of my climax dying away in his ear, so wishing that the sperm around my dick was being fired inside him rather than squelching as a flood over his valley and flowing down his trench to trickle over the back of his balls…

I clung onto him like my life depended on it and he visibly relaxed knowing he was ‘safe’ again. He let me sprawl on him and I wondered if he could feel my heart still pounding in my chest against his back as I recovered, my cock shriveling to a slimy few inches of dead flesh in warmth of his cum-filled crack.

Laying there on top of him, my arms around him, the sweat of our bodies mixed between us I tried to imagine that hairy crack smeared and glistening with my cum, it’s ribbed brown ring almost hidden by my massive load as if...

…as if it was actually bubbling out of his just fucked asshole…

Dad half turned his head and there was that sexy grin on his lips again.

D         You horny little fucker

And I knew from that look in his eye that despite the loud moans and groans and the frantic humping dad hadn’t cum himself yet…. he was still horny…. dangerously horny…

The night continues in the next chapter..