After that dad just became more relaxed. Most evenings we’d wear shorts or often dad took the lead by not bothering to dress after his shower, and we’d just walk around the place, eat supper, watch TV stark naked. It was like his cock had found a new purpose, like he’d shed an old skin and underneath was my horny sexy dad, no longer shy if he popped a boner in front of me, which he often did.
And it didn’t stop there. Some nights the foreplay, the touching, the sucking, just continued, on the couch, or the floor. We’d even sucked each other off in the kitchen. Some nights we even made it to the bedroom, where sleeping together became a regular, deeply passionate thing, each time seemingly more intense than before.
I was beginning to experience for myself what all those women must have always known. My dad was an incredible lover, a mix of dominance and sensitivity, aggression and sensuality.
I had to admit that when it had all started my end game had been to fuck him. It still was. But I was also seriously thinking about being fucked by him. It wasn’t like I hadn’t been fucked before, and it wasn’t like I couldn’t just go out there and find somebody who wanted to do it any night of the week was it? Nope. I had to admit the thing that really turned me on was the fact he was my father. I’d never thought that outside of a porn video real incest could be so fucking horny!
So we became insatiable, the past 3 or 4 nights, we’d had sex every night and invariably every morning. Dad was getting more than comfortable about initiating sex and more than once I was woken up with him grinding down on top of me or even his lips wrapped around my unfurling cock. It hadn’t taken him long to improve his technique. What had also gotten better was the kissing.
When it all started the ‘kissing’ followed the sex. Now it was prelude, a sign of the easy intimacy between us.
Yes, my dad had come a very long way as a lover. And as a man. Body confident. Touch confident, Kissing confident. I wasn’t sure who was the lucky one, him or me?
On this particular night I’d just showered. It was miserable outside, a strong wind blowing the rain against the windows. Dad had said he was having to work late so unusually I was wearing my bed shorts. I was just folding back the blankets getting ready for bed when I heard dad’s key in the lock.
D I’m home son
J In here
And he just walked straight in behind me and put his arms around me. It was wonderful as his strong chest pressed up against my back. I could tell he was horny because I could feel his unfurling cock pressing in between my bum cheeks, only our clothing prevented skin on skin contact.
He kissed the back of my neck and nibbled an ear lobe. I sighed with delight as my father-lover worked his magic and as I turned my head sideways, he was ready and we kissed, tongues straight away foraging in each other’s mouths as if we’d been doing it all lives, not just a few days.
His technique was awesome, no doubt honed by all the previous women that he’d seduced in the past. That was obvious, when as we kissed, his hands slid down my torso making me shiver, tweaking my firm nipples and caressing the sparse hair in my pits along the way. Was he missing the suppleness and volume of a firm pair of breasts I wondered?
His hands edged down past the band of my shorts. His big fingers tracing the length of my stiffening shaft and all the time the kisses never ceased. I couldn’t help but fantasize about the number of women’s panties those fingers had slipped into, the number of times he’d held their bodies against his and slowly worked his fingers into their pussies.
I could imagine how his big hands would have slid into a pair of silky panties, the material stretching to accommodate his fist. How his two fingers would have expertly massaged her clit, muffling her moans with his kisses like he was muffling mine now. Except those fingers wouldn’t be stroking a cock. They would have widened her pussy lips and then sunk deep inside, sawing in and out, her cunt moistening up as he would have hooked those fingers inside her and made her cum.
Fuck I was getting carried away, he was practically doing the exact same to me, although instead of those manly fingers buried inside a moist cunt, they were wrapped around my leaking shaft, expertly pulling down my frill inside my underwear as he continued to flick his tongue inside my mouth. And as he slowly wanked me, he pushed my sleep shorts lower and lower until they fell in a soft pile around my ankles.
D Guess I should get naked too eh? (he half whispered, half chuckled into my wet ear.)
I felt him release his tight grip around my chest, stop working my dick and step away as I kicked my shorts off my feet.
His shoes thudded on the floor and when I turned around, he was already unbuttoning his shirt, revealing that barrel of a chest button by button. His belt jingled undone. There was a soft metallic rasp as he tugged his zipper down, releasing a big bulge barely held in check by his underwear.
J Let me…..
D Nope, you just get on that bed and watch me get undressed
Fuck! It was like having my own private strip show as he tugged his jeans off his feet, taking his socks with them followed by the snap of elastic as his briefs came down, his fat cock springing up, magnificently hard and wet.
We grinned at each other, both knowing where this was going, knowing that any moment now he’d be on top of me kissing passionately as we humped our cocks against each other. I wondered how many women had looked at that beast of a dick and feared for their pussies? I mean as experienced as I was could my butt even take all that?
I put my arms out, beckoning to get on the bed, but instead of moving towards me he just stood there naked, fully aroused with his hands on his hips.
D Nope son, You get on your hands and knees
There was a new tone in his voice making it a command not a request. It seemed that my days of taking charge were coming to an end. As a kid I’d always done what he said. Maybe we were just reverting back to our traditional roles.
Silently I obeyed him and getting on my knees dropped on to my hands. I knew in this position dad had an uninterrupted view of my pucker and realized that not only was this the first time he’d seen it, but the first time he’d ASKED to see it.
D That’s quite a smile you got there ‘boy’
He laughed and suddenly I felt his big hands rubbing my back, working those strong fingers lower and lower until he was actually massaging my butt, squeezing my glutes as he pressed them rhythmically together then apart.
I imagined him potentially sizing up my butt hole. As far as I was aware, it was the only butthole he’d ever seen – woman or man!! What did he make of my tight pucker ring? I’d been told by previous lovers, it was one of my best features – hairless, tight and inviting – is that how he felt? Or was it still a mysterious sight to him – wondering why or even how gay guys could enjoy being penetrated?
D That’s one pretty little hole
Fucking hell! I’d never heard dad talk like that before. Well, if I’m honest I had.
When I was about 15 he started pointing out attractive women to me. I used to laugh but secretly I felt proud that he was seeing me as a man, talking to me like he must have talked to his mates. He even pointed out one woman he called Michelle and said she had a pussy like tight wet velvet.
‘How do you know?’ I’d asked, intrigued. Because at that age I just thought a pussy was an open hole where guy’s put their willies. It had never occurred to me that there wasn’t just a hole but an inside too.
He’d winked and said because he did and in a couple of years, if I was lucky, I might get to try it out for myself. I guess that was the first time I realized he was sleeping with other women and not mum. But the thought of watching my dad fucking that big breasted red head became a wank fantasy of mine for ages. I even used to look at his cock in the shower and imagine it doing the deed.
Surely this wasn’t it? Surely he wasn’t going to attempt to root me? No preparation, no lube. Was he mistaking my ass for an already moist pussy where the juices were more natural and accommodating?
I was about to protest when …..
J FUUCCCCKKKKKKKKK! DAAAAAAAAAAAAD!
…. I felt the delicious sweep of a warm wet tongue working up and down my trench. My dad was actually rimming ME! Another first!!!
I was so proud of him, I knew this wasn’t natural for him to do. The first pucker he sees – he licks? It didn’t work that way – did it? But in this case, it WAS working!
Dad dug his tongue in and with every slurp I heard, I felt his tongue battering my pucker. I felt his fingers digging into my cheeks and edging them apart and then just as eagerly digging in even further like he’d done this all his life.
For a guy rimming his first ass he really went to town, licking, kissing and biting my cheeks, trailing his tongue along my taint before returning to my asshole. And fuck! The louder I moaned the harder he went at it.
Was he a natural or was he just doing what he always and was treating it like a pussy?
Either way and whatever, I felt the tip of his tongue playing in the very center of my ring and instinctively pushed out.
He pulled back and laughed.
D Does mine do that?
J What thisssssssssssssssss?
D Yeah THAT!
J Uhuh
D Do it again then!
Once more his voice took on the air of command and to be honest, he was doing such a great job I was only too happy to obey. So I did…
And WOWWWWWWWWW!
J DADDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!
Suddenly he was pushing in as far as any other man ever had. Jabbing his tongue in and out of my hole, almost through my inner ring, almost touching the hidden red flesh inside.
Then he growled! Yep a deep animal growl and dived back in. More aggressive this time, trying to get his tongue as far into my butt as it would go. Ten minutes? Twenty minutes? I don’t know but it felt like a lifetime, maybe even the wishes of a lifetime coming true for both of us. But none of that mattered.
He knelt up, gave my ass a friendly slap then wiped the back of his hand across his wet mouth… that big grin spreading across his face.
D Son, I never thought I could get into this, but your ass has this magnetic quality, I can’t believe I’m doing this and loving it so much
J Tell me about it dad, that was fucking awesome!
D Yeah, I bet you say that to all the boys!
He joked, giving my butt another light swipe.
I laughed and said ‘yes’, but this time I meant it. And boy! Did I ever mean it. Even though dad had stopped rimming me I could feel my pucker twitching with the aftershock.
D Wanna taste?’
J Daddddddd! (I laughed.)
D Roll over boy!
And my giggling was soon muffled by dads’ kiss and the taste of my own butt hole as he pulled me into him, our hard wet cocks rubbing against each other, our hands frantically exploring each other’s bodies. His big hand mauling my pecs.
I yelped like a virgin when he bit down hard on my nip, so hard I actually screamed.
J ARRGGHHHHHHHHHHH OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!
D Sorry son, guess I’m just a bit hyper right now…It makes me want to………..
Was dad really trying to say what I thought he was saying? Well if he was I wanted to make him say it…..
J Want to what?
I so wanted to hear him say those incestuous words so much.
D I wanna fuck you!!
He whispered as if he was almost afraid to hear himself utter the words out loud.
J You sure you want to do this?
D I’m not sure of anything anymore…. But yeah, I know I want to try it
J Ok….. but we’ll need some lube
D Shit, I haven’t got any
J Don’t worry, there’s some in my bedside locker.
D Of course there is!
He laughed getting off the bed and padded to my room to fetch it, his cock bobbing at right angles as he left.
As I plumped up the pillows, I realized how much the tables had turned. It had been my plan all along to end up fucking him and now he was on the verge of fucking me.
It didn’t really matter to me as I knew I’d get my chance in the end, and maybe after he’d enjoyed the ‘real’ thing, he might be more open to letting me cum inside him.
He returned with the bottle of lube with a look of uncertainty on his face. His cock was also at a lower angle as if it had lost some interest. It seemed that from the time he left the room, a bit of wariness had crept back in, as if it had dawned on him what he was about to do.
We’d crossed so many boundaries together, but this was the ultimate – a father about to fuck his son, not only was it incestuous, but it was the ultimate gay act as well.
All I could do was encourage him to take that step. Act now and worry about the consequences later on. Lust would rule before logic.
I was sitting up on the bed, my cock still erect and on show.
I patted the mattress next to me and told him to come and lie next to me and as we kissed my hand slowly worked his cock back to life.
J OK, pour some lube on a finger, get it good and wet
I watched him as he carried out my instruction, slicking his finger. I swear there was a slight tremor in his hands as he dribbled out the lube.
I sat up and raised a leg over his, folding it back slightly. He got the idea and he reached down between my thighs.
J Kiss me
That’s all I needed to say and as our lips met again, I felt his finger searching in my crack for my pucker. I shivered as his slimy thick digit prodded around looking for my tight entrance.
When the tip of his finger found its target I gasped. When it steadily started to push past my anal muscle I groaned. It was a delicious feeling as I’d been well primed by his tongue and now by his slowly invading finger. I let out a low moan as I felt my ring give way, accepting this thick finger, moaning into his mouth as his knuckle burrowed into my hole.
It was like he knew instinctively knew what to do. He made a series of little jabs, each one sinking in a little deeper. Is this how he treated a pussy? With the same incisive movements knowing the pleasure each stab brought with it.
He carried on kissing me passionately as his finger sank inside me, moaning in my mouth as he felt my butt hole clench around it. Both of us lost in our shared experience.
D That’s one tight pussy (his voice barely above a whisper.)
J You say that to all the girls?
D You’re way ahead of all those girls. This is one awesome little….
He paused.
J Little….?
And he murmured the word ‘cunt’ in my ear… making my cock pulse with excitement as I was having this taboo chat with my father.
When I told him to pull out and lube up a second finger his eyes widened but he made no comment. But I felt his finger slide out and straight away felt my pucker constrict.
Neither of us spoke but we both looked at his slimy finger. I knew what he was looking for but even I couldn’t say that no matter how open and taboo things were between us.
Still silent I watched him dripping the lube over his two fingers, then I braced myself for the moment, knowing I could easily take them but the initial stretching was always a bit of a challenge.
We assumed the position with him leaning slightly over me, with his hand under my leg. Our chests side by side, staring into each other’s eyes as his fingers concentrated on retracing their steps.
He didn’t need to be asked, but as he found my hole, he bent down and kissed me as he used the pressure to open me up again. He used the same slow rhythm he’d used before, edging in deeper each time. I knew I had to force myself to relax more. The thickness of his two digits made me wonder… was I ready for his dick?
I moaned into his mouth, the mix of pain and pleasure almost overwhelming as he pushed deeper.
I wondered if he was this attentive to his female conquests when fingering them. Did he finger them with the purpose of making them orgasm or just perhaps, get them moist enough for his cock to slide in?
Either way, clit or no clit. I couldn’t help but react to all the tiny sensations I felt as he started scissoring his fingers inside me, instinctively spreading my legs wider to allow him to push in a tiny bit deeper. Which he did, his other fingers brushing against the outside of my sphincter.
Dad broke the kiss and staring intently into my eyes whispered,…
D Son, I really need to do this
Fuck that whisper reminded me of the many whispered conversations we’d had in his bed when I was kid. Only this time it wasn’t about imaginary monsters. This time it was about the real monster that was jutting out between his muscular thighs.
I nodded and suggested we try it like this, rolling on to my back, resting my head on the pillow and folding my legs up against my chest, sending out a very clear message. A message he got as he shuffled down the bed on his knees and I rested an ankle on each of his shoulders.
Dad looked down at my exposed butt hole, distractedly stroking his cock as if it needed to be kept solid. He even unconsciously licked his lips.
Hell! This was really going to happen!
Reaching for the lube he gave me an encouraging smile as he worked the clear gel over his helmet and down his shaft. We were both on edge and driven by this overwhelming need to finally consummate our relationship in the ultimate way.
I looked down at his gleaming cock head, bright red, pumped up with blood. It was an unnerving sight as, impressively, he had one of the thickest, if not biggest, cocks I had ever been rooted by. But he wasn’t looking at me. His focus was centered on his cock as he lined it up. I could just about see his fist squeezed around its root, pointing it towards its target.
I know I winced as I felt the initial bluntness of his knob on my pucker. His mushroom knob felt huge pressed firmly on my tightly shut asshole. The pressure continued as I used my years of experience to push out my ring as if I was trying to take a dump, breathing deeply as I tried to calm myself knowing that if I was going to take in his massive cock. I knew I just had to relax.
Dad leant forward and I felt the increased pressure of his helmet. I started to pant and I reached down either side of me, gripped my buttocks and spread them, anything to help him ease his way in.
My sphincter muscle stretched and stretched, making my eyes water. I was about to tell him to add more lube when finally his knob breached me.
J FUCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK DAAAAAAAAAAAAD!
I put my hand against his chest signalling him to cease movement just so I could get used to his helmet having penetrated me. He was considerate enough to let me have my recovery time as he understood the initial pain of dealing with his generous manhood. I think he was still marveling how almost impossible it seemed but was determined to see it through as long I was up for it.
The looks we exchanged were intense, staring at each other as he paused with just his knob inside me, waiting for my signal to sink in deeper.
All it took was one reassuring nod and I felt the delicious feeling of his hard muscle slowly edging his way inside and filling up my chute, my guts molding to the shape of his shaft like a tight silky glove. Was that what wet velvet felt like I wondered? Was that what he was imagining as he let go of his shaft, now anchored firmly inside me, and put his outstretched arms on either side of my head in the press up position and continued the slow downward thrust.
Groaning even louder I reached out and wrapped my arms around his neck.
I loved his slow entry and knew we were both savoring every second and…. every inch. Yes. This was an experience I’d had so many times before, but this felt so different, so right. This man was my father, whom I loved and this was the ultimate act of love making.
Finally, he’d sunk in as far as he could go, his body weight pushing me down into the mattress, forcing my knees against my chest, almost bending me double making me feel half my real size as his wiry bush brushed against my pucker and his balls squashed up against my taint.
D Awwwww fuckkkkk JaxONNNNNNN!
He didn’t need to say anything else; our passionate kisses told me he was relishing every second as I used my muscles to ripple the length of his cock.
I felt him start to withdraw and he mumbled under his breath “Oh fuckkkkkkk”. I felt my chute closing up as he slid out to the tip, only to be molded open as he thrust down again. Dad didn’t need any lessons in how to fuck and he soon developed a strong powerful rhythm. The only test now was his stamina. And mine.
He looked down at me and held my face in his hands, pistoning his cock into me. I think both of us were stunned that this was even happening. I hadn’t expected dad to take the lead. It had only been a couple of weeks after getting home from the camping trip and things seemed to have moved so fast. I bet there was no way in hell he’d ever expected to be fucking his own son.
Whatever was going through our minds, his thrusting was loud and energetic. He built up such a sweat his clammy body soaked down onto mine. His deep almost animal grunts matched his thrusts and each thrust matched my yelps as we became one mass of entwined bouncing bodies on the mattress.
I wrapped my thighs tighter around his hips, my toes curling, imagining being in the same position as so many of the women he had fucked, only this time, his cock wasn’t leaking into an already moist pussy, it was lubricating a pulsing asshole which I knew was measurably tighter.
The feeling of his thick shaft continually plowing through the soft velvety walls of my chute, pushing them aside, lubing them up with his pre, just made each thrust more intense. I knew for myself the difference between fucking a cunt and an asshole and give me an asshole anytime – the tightness of an anal sphincter was way better than a set of juicy labia flaps of any woman!
Just as I’d always imagined my dad had the stamina of a real stud. Thrusting hard and deep as he savored every second, making the most of his first anal root. I was really impressed with his energy levels. I wondered how long he could keep it up and I realised that now he’d discovered the true exhilaration of a gay fuck, my ass would never be off limits again.
He held me in his arms tightly, smothering my body, crashing down on me and marking me as his with the scent of his sweat. Now our kisses were frantic, almost biting each other’s lips. Every downward stroke crushed my cock against his soft stomach. The friction making me leak profusely between us.
There was the whole orchestra of sexual sounds in that bedroom as we panted in harmony, sometimes my sudden yelps rising above the base notes of his grunts and the steady drum beat of his body slapping against mine.
D You’re one horny young fucker son
He moaned as he dug his feet into the sheets and moved his body even further up over mine. I couldn’t help but cry out louder as his mushroom knob brushed new depths of my ass, churning up my own ass juices with his pre cum as it squelched on each long-measured thrust.
I saw the expressions on his strained face, his mouth forming a tight ‘O’ as his breathing quickened. His face reddening just like it did each time he humped me and came. His lips began to twitch, drawing back to show his teeth clenched together by the sheer effort of trying to thrust himself over the edge. For the first time, he shut his eyes tight, a sure sign he was concentrating on trying to control his impending orgasm.
He managed to gasp out
D Son....... can.... I.... cum.... in.... you?
Fuck those taboo words made my cock burn even more. Of course I wanted him to blow his fucking load inside me. I wanted to feel that big dick throb in my guts, wanted to be taken over by his sheer animal strength. I wanted him to possess me. I wanted to feel that warm explosion of his DNA splattering my insides.
I just about managed to grunt back
J Go…. for it…. DADDDDDD!
That was all I needed to say to tip him over the edge. His face screwed up, his mouth opened wide and every muscle in his body seemed taut to breaking point as he plowed in deeper, harder, even savagely into the depths of my gut.
His head snapped back and he bellowed…
D AAAAAAARRRRRGGGGHGHHHH!!!!!!!!!! FFFUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKK SONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN
As his dick exploded in a series of strong jets, each deep thrust unleashing another rope of sperm to flood my slimy insides.
Slowly, like a man falling back to earth, each thrust reduced in ferocity, the intensity of his shudders lessened, the muscles on his face relaxed. Drops of his sweat ran down his neck and off his chin and splashed onto me..
Then with his body still twitching as everything slowed down he collapsed heavily on top of me, pinning me down on the bed so that only my arms and legs sticking out from underneath him like a squashed bug.
He buried his head in the nape of my neck smothering his gasps for breath as he slowly returned to normal.
D Oh fuck, oh fuck oh fuck
Came his muffled murmurings as if he couldn’t believe what he’d just experienced. His damp exhausted dead-weight body became too heavy for me to deal with, so tactfully, I tried to push his body to the side to free myself.
He nestled half on half off me and I felt the ‘plop’ of his softening dick slipped from my well-used hole. His shrinking slug was wedged, still oozing the last drops of his sperm, between my hip and his thigh which still lay across mine.
Dad rested his head on my arm and his face remained nestled in my sopping pit as he recovered. With his head in the crook of my arm, resting on my biceps, I ran my fingers though his mussed up, damp hair, much like he used to do to me when as a kid, when he used to sooth me to sleep at my bedtime. Quite often I’d lay in the same position under the sheets, while he lay above them, gently stroking my head helping me to sleep. How ironic, that I was doing the same to him under entirely different circumstances. I was calming him down after he’d just shot a massive dad-load in my ass.
I still had one leg free, and I stretched it out to let my own throbbing erection out from under the weight of his thigh. Now I could finally reach down to my straining, stringing cock and grasped it in my fist. Straight away a stream of fresh pre slicked over my fingers.
We both watched as I lay there masturbating.
D Go on son, let dad see that Big Boy willy cum
Fuck I was desperate for release, my exposed knob looking swollen and red as if ready to explode. I didn’t want to prolong the ecstasy any longer than I could help it. My whole body trembled as I masturbated myself, with dad leaning so heavily against me, holding me so close he must have felt the tremors running through his body as well as mine.
I blacked everything out as I focused on blowing my load. I was desperate to release all the pent up energy that I’d stored up while dad had thrust away dominating the action. Now it was my turn. My body twisted as my tight fingers slid up and down my shaft waving my cock around until I felt my balls constrict, the hot flush of my cum shooting up inside my shaft as the sperms fought each other for release and then……….
J DADDDDDDDDDDDDDD! DADDDDDDDD! I’M CUMMMINGGGGGGGG!
The ultimate intense wave of pleasure swept over me as a fountain of creamy sperm shot out from my piss slit into the air and splatted down over our two bodies in ever decreasing waves. We were both mesmerized, I was proud of my powerful ejaculation, and I hoped dad was just as impressed. Maybe that finally made him realise that his son was now a fully active sexual adult with a very healthy sexual appetite – like his dad!
We lay there, side by side in silence, each of us processing what just happened. For me it was awesome, and I knew that dad had fully crossed the line and now we were likely to root as often as we messed around. In other words, we’d have a proper physical relationship. Who really cared about the fact that we were father and son? Even dad had managed to cross over that one, or was it that which made everything between us so more intense?
This time there was no need to pester him about his feelings. Or share mine? I rolled into him, backing against him and I felt his clammy arm reach over me and pull me even tighter against his body. We lay still and I drifted off to sleep. Whether dad fell asleep too or lay there analyzing what we’d just done and what would happen next, I had no idea.
