Part 1 - Jaxon has a night out.
I’d been out on the town, the bars had been packed, and yes, I’d had a few offers but somehow my heart wasn’t in it – not that that always matters, sometimes a fuck is just that – a fuck – but I guess neither my dick or my heart were in it either because when I got a kiss and grope from a very cute young twink called Adam I didn’t even pulse let alone start to unfurl… Maybe if I see him again… who knows… he had one perfect little ass that just cried out to be used…. and if I had been in the mood it would have been well and truly used.
When I got home, dad was already in bed asleep, but he’d left the lamp on in the hall. Just like he’d always done when I was a kid which made me smile. Probably my first genuine smile of the evening. I wondered if he’d kept that lamp on all the years I’d been away? Had he really been waiting and hoping for all that time that his boy to come back home to him?
Well, I was home now, 25, jobless and dependant on my father for bed board and pocket money…
Anyway, that light in the hall was something. It was as comforting now as it had been then… reminding me how, back in the day, when I’d wake up from nightmare it gave just enough light for me to be able tiptoe across the hallway, quietly open my parents’ door and slip into bed with them. And I always slipped in on dad’s side, seeking the safety of his arms where I knew I could no longer be chased through my childish dreams by giants and monsters.
I remembered how he’d always say ‘shhhhhhhhhhhh don’t wake mum’, but once mum had left us and there was no mum to wake he’d just let me slip in beside him and I’d take his hand and tug his big hairy arm tightly around my body…
Maybe that’s what I needed tonight. One of dad’s cuddles. I’d even lingered outside his bedroom door, wondering if I could just tiptoe in like the old days, when I’d say ‘daddddd?’ and he’d say, ‘come on then son,’ and he’d let me snuggle back in his arms. I was sorely tempted because I so needed to feel dad’s arounds around me…
Then I thought better of it, that was over 20 years ago. Since we’d been home things had felt different and I’d been foolish to think I could ever be that kid again.
Oh yes, the same sexual longing I’d felt for him on our trip was still there all right… but now there was a distance between us, as if us coming back to the city had broken the spell of those magical four days and nights.
Either way tonight I couldn’t sleep, tossing and turning in my bed. So, I slipped out of bed in my singlet and shorts, got myself a beer and sat quietly in the kitchen, my mind working overtime.
A couple of nights ago dad and I had taken a cab into the centre of the city planning on going our separate ways…. It felt a bit weird, sitting next to dad knowing he was heading out to look for pussy and him knowing I was out looking for cock… but it shouldn’t have felt like that at all. After all we were both adults just looking for different things… or the same thing… sex.
Shit! I’d so wanted to put my hand on his thigh and whisper, ‘dad, let’s just go home’. But I didn’t dare, because what was even more weird was that I actually felt jealous. The same way I used to feel sometimes when I’d thought about Darren fucking his wife…. Some unknown woman was going to have the pleasure of being fucked by my dad’s awesome cock, that same unknown woman was going to enjoy his kisses and the taste of his dick. She was going to feel the heat and weight of his body, smell his sweat and hear the sounds he made as he came… but I knew it wouldn’t be me.
I wondered if dad felt the same way about the guy I was determined to pick up. Somehow, I doubted it.
I knew I was blessed when it came to sex. Any time I went out, I could score if I wanted to. In my straight days, it was women, and then when I worked out I was gay, I had the same success with men. I never had a problem in that area. And even in the last couple of weeks, since we’d been home I’d been having some awesome sex. It was easy, whatever mood I was in; I’d find the right guy to meet MY needs. But that was it, it was too easy, and just like tonight I’d often end up leaving on my own and I’d be back to square one.
And the night I’d met Matt had started out feeling like one of those nights.
Everywhere that night was packed, the walls reverberating to the loud music. Every dance floor was just a mass of sweaty writhing bodies, some with shirts on, some half-dressed…most of them my age and younger… all of us looking for the same thing, either to take or be taken for the night…. or forever.
That’s how I ended up at the El Paradiso where I knew the beat was slower, the crowd more mixed and the music not so loud. It also had a reputation as a hangout for ‘bears’.
Then fuck me! I saw him and my heart stopped for the briefest of moments… What the hell was dad doing there?
Except when I looked again, I could see it wasn’t him at all. The same broad shoulders, yes, the same cropped steel grey hair for sure, and when I finally caught sight of his reflection in the mirror, those same rugged good looks.
And that’s how I’d ended up with Matt. His reflection smiled at mine. Mine smiled back and pretty soon we were side by side at the bar and yes, as corny as it sounds, he offered to buy me a beer, which I accepted, and that silent deal was struck. We both knew we’d scored. Sex was on the agenda. Plain and simple.
There was so much about him that reminded me of my father. Same height. Same bit of belly curving against his belt. Same mat of greying chest hairs visible through his half open shirt, his nipples outlined under the pale blue cotton. So NOT the type of guy I would have gone for until I’d had sex with my dad.
Yet there was so much about him that WASN’T dad… my father always wore the same cologne and I’d grown up with that smell, a woody spicy scent that would always remind me of him. And when we kissed I registered that Matt smelled different, a lighter scent… a less exciting scent. For now, the smell of dad’s cologne would be forever linked to those four nights we’d spent all alone camping in the hills.
I knew there was no way I could invite him back to mine. Dad and I had agreed one house rule. Other’s like being naked in front of each other seemed unwritten. This one wasn’t. The rule was that neither of us would bring people home for sex if the other was there and as horny as I was there was no way I was going to break that.
So, I’d gone back to Matt’s.
There It was just good old sex. No chat, no coffee. We just got straight into it, stripping off either side of the bed, slyly admiring each other’s bodies. Our dicks already hard and within seconds we were kissing, grinding and exploring each other. We’d not discussed who was top and who was bottom but from the way Matt was playing with my pucker I got the impression he was hell bent of sinking his dick in my arse and fucking the life out of me.
And it was a decent sized one too, not as thick as dad’s and with a much shorter foreskin that was already half peeled back over his knob but just as long and just as hairy.
I could tell from the off he was an experienced lover, as experienced as me when it came to satisfying another guy. His lips and teeth were everywhere, so were mine. He sucked and bit my nips, and I did the same to his. His tongue lapped at the sparse wet hairs in my pits and mine trailed through his thick musky curls… and pretty soon we were locked in a deep 69… tasting and eagerly pleasuring each other.
Yet as much as I tried to concentrate on him, images of dad kept coming into my mind. Was this what it would be like to be naked in his bed? To be having sex, to be enjoying his touch? Would dad’s lips and fingers be as confident as Matt’s as they explored my body? Would he be moaning and groaning as loud as I explored him? I doubted it.
Those were the thoughts that were now keeping me awake tonight, that and thoughts of dad sleeping in the room next door. I was thinking how easy it would be to open the door and slip in beside him, to snuggle up against him like I’d always done and drift off to sleep lulled by the scent of his body and the feel of his fur against my back… and as much as Matt turned me into a groaning grunting wreck I knew he was no ‘dad’…
With Matt I knew I was with a man who knew his way around a guy’s body. His finger had soon worked its way half inside my pucker, each jab and twist making me moan out load as it went deeper and deeper… searching for and finding that one spot that always made me kick and writhe… But as much as I’d wished that had been dad, I knew however many women dad had fucked in his lifetime he wouldn’t have the confidence or the knowledge to do that… or would he? Perhaps he’d just see my arsehole as just another pussy? A place to be licked and fingered… yet as exciting as the idea, as much as I imagined it was dad’s finger not Matt’s hitting that elusive button inside me, somehow, I doubted it would be like that at all.
I knew that if it ever came to more than just me giving him a blow job it would have to be me guiding him all the way….
Maybe that was part of the attraction I felt for him. The thought of taking my own father’s gay virginity?
But Matt had been no virgin. He’d been a masculine, dominant and demanding partner. And it was clear he expected me to be the same.
So, when I’d told him to roll over on his stomach, he’d done just that. I didn’t even have to tell him to spread his legs. He’d done that too. Instead, he’d just looked over his shoulder and grinned, his meaty butt exposed as he lay spread out before me, raising his ass a little as if he knew what was coming next… except he didn’t…
There was something totally arousing about looking down and seeing this beefy masculine guy naked in front of me… so arousing I gave his furry butt a couple of good slaps… slaps so hard they made my hands sting… and they made Matt yell out… then he chuckled and called me a ‘horny young fucker’, so I slapped him again… just to show him who was boss…
I couldn’t help but wonder if dad’s butt looked like that? I couldn’t remember. I hadn’t seen it since I was a kid sharing a shower or changing side by side at the pool, but I was sure I could recall the way the dark hairs curled out between his muscled cheeks…. just like Matt’s did.
But I knew whatever it looked like there was one thing I was determined to do… one thing Matt was up for that I doubted dad even knew about… so, I’d grabbed Matts ass-cheeks in my hands and spread them, widening his crack until I could just about make out his crinkled brown ring through the hairs…
He moaned as he felt the rush of air on his pucker…and down I went.
Fuck! What a reaction! Matt moaned loud and writhed even more as I foraged between his cheeks, burying my face into the heat, savouring the faint musk of his pucker, wetting the hairs with my tongue before finally homing in on his ring. His reaction was almost a wolf-like howl of ecstasy. And I wondered if dad would react in the same way… could he ever be relaxed enough to abandon himself to the pleasures of my tongue the way Matt had? IF I ever got to rim him that was.
But I hadn’t stopped there. I’d knelt back. My cock jutting straight out of my body and one thing on my mind. To push my dick through that tight brown ring of muscle and sink into the heat I knew awaited me inside….
Matt had handed me a condom. I took my leaking erection in my hand, rolled it down and lubed up. Then I fucked him, yep, I speared Matts hairy pucker with my swollen knob and pushed in, deeper and deeper until I could feel him pushing back on me as his ass-hole relaxed and moulded itself to every contour of my cock… his warm meaty cheeks pressed against my belly, the hot walls of his ass engulfing every one of my seven inches… clenching, relaxing, sliding right down and gripping my root… milking my dick as his greasy butt hole squelched on every thrust.
And all the time Matt was yelling out for me to fuck him harder, saying ‘come on big boy fuck my cunt you horny bastard’, his verbal reaction adding to the mounting sensations I could feel building in my cock with every thrust….
I knew that with dad, even if I ever got that far, it would have to be very different…
My own first time was etched on my memory, how the pressure on my then unopened asshole turned into a burn, the almost audible ‘pop’ as the guy’s helmet had speared my pucker, the mixture of pleasure and pain as thrust by thrust, inch by inch, he’d taken my cherry.
But I knew dad’s ass would also be virgin territory… tighter… knew there was no way I could push straight in to his butt the way I had Matt’s… and I knew that Matt’s cries of pleasure would be dad’s cries of pain as he took his first cock…. his own son’s cock.
And I knew something else.
The way things had changed between us since we’d been back in the city instead of our relationship moving closer and closer to that moment it felt like we were moving further and further away from it, and each other.
It felt like dad had somehow managed to do what I couldn’t…. draw a line under those four magic nights.
In the back of my mind, I’d pictured dad underneath me not Matt. And I think that made me even fuck Matt even harder. I wasn’t sure if I was trying to get that ‘sick’ imagine out of my mind or surrendering myself to the intense joys of the taboo of incest…
When I finally came in Matt, I came hard and loud. Stabbing my way into his butthole as my orgasm rose higher and higher, each grunt matched with one of his, each loud cry of mine echoing his own as we both shot our loads within seconds of each other.
I couldn’t see his cum face, but I’d seen dad’s. Seen his cheeks flushed red, his lips twitching until his mouth opened wide in one long animal wail as he fought for breath…. that a split-second expression of sheer primal abandon as he’d pumped his load over and over into my throat night I’d sucked him off… and that was what I was imagining as I’d felt Matt’s pucker spasm around the root of my cock…
Then, for me and Matt it was business as usual… all the old post-cum clichés I’d heard so many times before….
M I’d like you to stay but I’ve got an early start in the morning…
J Sure that’s fine, I understand…
M Want me to call you a cab?
J No that’s fine I’ll pick one up outside…
M See you again some time I hope kid…
J Yeah sure, it’s been great.
M Yeah it was, kid, thanks.
And I was out of there, knowing that whatever fantasy I may have had about Matt being dad, was just that. A fantasy.
In my mind dad would still be holding me. We’d still be wrapped in each other’s arms, warm, sweaty, spent in his big bed, hardly speaking, not even needing to speak because we would have made love for the first time and we both knew it.
Except I knew I could hope all I liked. Deep down I knew it wasn’t going to happen. The line had been drawn. On one side were clubs full of guys like Matt and on the other my own father, still in my life, still my protector but unobtainable as a lover.
I decided a midnight drink might help me sleep so I got a beer out of the fridge and sat on the couch.
And I let myself get carried away by the whole ‘dad thing’. I don’t even know how or why it happened. I just wanted to get back the special bond that we used to have. When I was a kid and was feeling down, or I’d hurt myself, he always knew the right thing to do or say, he’d take me in his arms, reassure me, sometimes even ‘kiss it better’ and then everything felt right with the world. Couldn’t we have that again?
It was crazy to do what we did, and I knew I was completely to blame, but in the back of my mind, I couldn’t shake the fact that in the end, dad reciprocated. Even though I’d started it I couldn’t take ALL the blame for that!! But what did it all mean?
I was still lost in these thoughts when a noise behind me suddenly made me jump and I realised dad was in the room.
D Hey son, what are you doing up so late?
J I just couldn’t sleep, that’s all
D So what’s on your mind? Can’t be the Demon Monster from Hell still chasing you after all these years…’
I sort of smiled, remembering that was one of the excuses I’d used when I was little to get dad to let me into his bed. Only I wasn’t little now and the demons were real.
He sat down on the sofa, wearing a singlet and underpants like me, his loose cotton shorts only serving to emphasise the size of his big soft bulge… and I knew that under that cotton was his big curled up dick and awesome balls. I tried to tear my eyes away, but I couldn’t. There was only one thing could stop me feeling it growing in my hand, rolling his balls and weighing his sac in the palm of the other…. and that was dad himself.
D ‘Come here son’ he said patting the space on the couch beside him. ‘So, if it’s not the Demon Monster from Hell what is keeping my boy awake?’
J Stuff, just stuff… you know how it is dad…. sometimes…
D Big stuff eh?
I nodded and then it all came out… Everything. How I felt my life was a total failure, that at 25 I should have a steady job, my own place, my own lover…. how I missed Darren… how I was fed up with one-night stands…. and now…
D ‘Now?’ he asked.
J Dad, I think we both know the answer to that…
D Oh?
He said it like a question but we both knew what I was talking about.
J Dad, we need to talk about that camping trip, I can’t stop thinking about it.
D In a good way or a bad way?
I had to be honest. I had to tell him it was both. Good because the whole four days we’d spent together had been amazing and bad because of the effect those same four days were now having on us.
D Us?
J Yeah dad US! Because you won’t talk to me about it and it’s like hanging there in the air over everything else we do. You know there was a time when seeing each other naked in the shower felt completely natural, now it feels like a crime and we’re locking the bathroom door.
Dad sighed and rubbed the palms of his hands on his bare knees.
D It’s difficult and maybe now’s not the time because I didn’t know what to say, or even what you want me to say.
But I kept going…
J Dad, I’m an adult too. I have to take the responsibility. It was ME who did all that stuff to you not the other way around… It’s not like…
D Like what Jaxon?
J Like… like you took advantage of me when I was a kid…
D Did you want me to?
J Fuck dad! NO! Yes! Maybe! Fuck I don’t even know what to think any more…
He went to speak but I just carried on. Telling him we were both adults, both capable of making our own decisions…
D But I let it happen son…
J And that’s a bad thing?
D Well yes, what makes it a bad thing is the fact that we are father and son.
J I know what we’ve done is a big NO NO, but it just felt so right at the time, and now I can’t stop thinking about it, even when I’m with another man.
You know dad, you’re always kind of in the background. Shit dad, the only other man I felt like this about was Darren and he’s history now.
D Son you’re saying a lot.
J I guess I am. It was time one of us did. I KNEW we were father and son, and I KNEW it was incest, and I knew you weren’t even gay, but just at that time, it just felt right.
Didn’t it dad?
D Well......
J Say it dad, just be honest with me. When I made you cum you liked it didn’t you?
He just looked passed me and stayed silent.
J And when we brought each other off and I sucked your cock… you liked that too didn’t you…?
D I should have stopped you.
J But you didn’t!
Fuck! I felt really shitty saying that because I knew I was giving him a hard time, that my questions were forcing him to admit things to me that he’d probably not even dared admit to himself.
D No...... you’re right son. I didn’t stop you….
J And then we had that kiss
D Yes........
It was so frustrating just getting one-word answers out of him but what was I expecting him to say? He’d never known that sex with another guy could be so amazing. That he’d kissed me like that because he loved me? That he’d always wanted to have sex with me?
But I couldn’t give up. Not now. Not now I felt there was a chance of some kind of breakthrough.
J It all meant something dad, at least it did to me. Didn’t it mean anything to you?
D Son....... I….
J ‘Well dad, didn’t it? I mean let’s just be honest here. Have you thought about it since you’ve got back?’
He nodded.
D Many times.
J Me too. Even though the sex with other guys was brilliant, you’re always in the back of my mind.
D ‘Oh son!’ He let out a big sigh.
But was it a father’s sigh of disappointment or simply a sigh of relief that we knew we both felt the same? I had no idea which. So, I pressed on knowing I had nothing to lose.
J How about you dad? Be honest.
D Well, maybe........
J What, when you’re having sex with a woman, you think about me?
D Maybe... ok son… yes I do… I don’t know why… but yes I do.
On any other night THAT would have been the horniest thing I’d ever heard in my life… that my own father thinking of ME when he was ploughing his dick into a hot wet pussy… imagining he was having sex with me as he squeezed and mauled her breasts with his big hands…. that when her lips slid down his throbbing cock they were MY lips…
D Why did you think of me?
J Because the sex we had was not only so intense but so intimate too because I loved you and we had this special bond.
D Yes son, but it’s a dad and son bond, not a lover’s bond.
My face must have looked like he’d just slapped it, hard… there it was… out there… despite everything I’d hoped or fantasized… despite everything that had happened between us, that was how he saw us… a father and son.
Then his tone softened.
D I just need time son, you know for me all this has been a really big deal.
J Yeah I know dad, I’m sorry.
He put his arm around my shoulder.
D You have nothing to be sorry for.
He seemed to think about something for a moment and then without saying anything he stood up and reached out his hand. I took it just like I’d done when I was at kinder, and he’d promised to tuck me in on a school night. Why did that feel exactly what I needed right now?
D Come on son, time for bed.
J Can I sleep in your bed then?
D Chase away the monsters?
I nodded and he grinned, that dad grin that I’d known all my life.
D You’re not little 10-year-old Jacko anymore you know?
I laughed and said I knew that but one of dad’s magic cuddles was just what I needed right now.
D Well, if you promise to just lie there and not fidget like when you were a kid, maybe I can make those bad dreams disappear just like I used to eh?
J That sounds good to me.
And right now, it did. Just to be held tight in my dad’s arms was what I needed more than anything.
D Ok
He stood up, looked down at me and held out his hand.
D Come on then son, bedtime….
Part 2 – Jaxon sleeps in dad’s bed
I walked down the hall with him. Hand in hand, passed the lamp that reminded me so much of my childhood, but I knew that little kid was long gone. I was almost as tall as him now, my grip on his hand as strong as his own as out fingers entwined. And there was dad’s bed. The crumpled sheets, the shape of his head indented into his pillow, and the scent of his cologne…
Neither of us spoke and I felt a strange exhilaration like you feel when you’re about to dive into the sea off a big rock. Was dad feeling that too? Like we were both teetering on the edge of the unknown?
Minutes later there I was curled up against him, his arms around me, just like they used to be. It was something I’d wanted to happen ever since the camping trip – to renew that unique bond we had that could be like no other. And now it felt like we had, that like somehow all the unspoken doubts that had hovered around us for the past few weeks were now gone?
Or were they?
My mind was racing. Five minutes ago, this was a situation that I thought could never happen again, and yet here I was in his bed. Maybe…. just maybe dad inviting me to sleep with him was his way of saying…. what? Was it his way of saying the things he couldn’t put into words?
So, maybe it wasn’t my imagination as I felt the stiffness of his cock pressing against my butt cheek. Were the same visions whirling around in his head as I they were in mine? If so that would definitely explain the bulge he was making no attempt to conceal because I was feeling exactly the same, my own cock slowly unfurling, growing harder by the second until I could feel it straining against the fabric of my shorts. Aching for release.
I knew I couldn’t spoil this moment. He had welcomed me back in his arms, he was being a father to me again – I couldn’t ruin it, but surely the signs were there....
Sure, I’d got him to admit he kept thinking about our few days in the hills as much as I did. He’d even confessed to feeling so guilty and awkward afterwards, but surely now, all that was history and we could rebuild it even better than it was before.
But I now knew that for me, I wanted more. I knew it was ‘legally’ wrong, I knew it wasn’t acceptable, I knew it had to be kept a secret, but I was desperate to change his parental love for me from purely emotional to physical. I wanted to teach him how to use that awesome body and unlock all the pleasures it contained…. pleasures he had never known before.
And I wanted more.... much more.... I wanted what I’d thought about the minute Matt had rolled on his stomach, spread his legs and exposed his most intimate place…. those thoughts consuming me as I slipped further back into dad’s tight embrace.
I wanted to explore his ass, just like I’d done to so many asses before; massage it, feel its core strength; leave teeth marks in his cheeks; slobber into his hairy virgin trench; flick my tongue around his anus, using my experience to gauge its tightness, poke my tongue inside….
Fuck my mind was on fire as I began to imagine lubing up a couple of fingers to explore that uncharted territory, to unlock the sensations of that untouched pucker with every trick I knew in the book. Lips, teeth, fingers, tongue and ultimately to make love to my own father in a way he’d never thought possible.
My cock was throbbing painfully in my underwear, leaking, as my fantasy lost all logic and reality. I had to control myself, to bring this dream into some kind of realistic situation. I knew I had to handle it carefully, one step at a time. I couldn’t frighten him off. I had to persuade him that what we were doing was just demonstrating the secret love between two men who already loved each other. What was wrong with that?...... if only I could get him to overlook the ‘simple’ fact that we were father and son?
As I sought to make sense of the situation, I felt a warm damp patch seeping into the back of my shorts… and that was all the silent permission I needed.
I surreptitiously backed into him holding my breath because I half expected that as I edged back towards him, he’d edge away so the distance between us would never narrow. But he didn’t. He held firm and I wasn’t completely certain, but it felt like he was making the same undetectable movements TOWARDS me. His column of solid flesh straining so hard against his underwear that it was starting to push my own deeper between my cheeks.
Now I felt my confidence growing, our unconventional relationship was not going to be an obstacle, at least not for me. Now, my gut instinct took over - dad was on the same page as me (although I might have been 20 pages ahead!) so I slowly began to rotate my torso. His grip loosened slightly to allow me to move, but he didn’t withdraw his arm. Instead I heard the faintest of groans.
So I did a full 180 degree turn and as my head rested on the pillow, I sensed his eyes gazing into mine in the darkness and felt his warm breath on my face.
The darkness gave me courage. Just like it had in the tent. I knew I had to make the most of this opportunity, when perhaps his boundaries were at his lowest due to the open chat we’d just had.
J Dad?
D Yes son?
J ‘Don’t I even get a good night kiss?
D Is that really such a good idea?
J I laughed ‘Hey, I’m only asking for a good night kiss.’
D But after that?
J One step at a time dad. Trust me, it’s just you and me here, no one else to worry about and it feels so right.’
There was no answer and the fact that he didn’t protest or even edge away was all the encouragement I needed. And in the darkness, I leant my head forward and sought his lips with my own and we kissed… a real tender light kiss where he barely responded but it was enough for me.
Unlike with Matt I knew I was going to have to be the continual lead, he might have been my father, but he was lost in this situation. It was up to me to encourage, entice and maybe even seduce him to make my ultimate fantasy come true… and maybe, just maybe, it was dad’s fantasy too.
So I kissed him again, my lips pressing a little longer. Although I got no real response I snuggled up closer to him, smooching him again, this time applying more pressure and snaking out my tongue. And this time he responded, his lips opening to allow my tongue to delve deeper into his mouth.
Of all the kisses I’d had with men: the seduction of potential trade; the intoxication of initiating foreplay; the sweaty mashing of lips during sex; or the intimacy of afterglow, this had to be one of the most passionate kisses I’d ever experienced, because I knew that ultimately, love dominated this kiss. I kidded myself that if nothing else happened, this kiss alone would have made it all worthwhile.
But there was no mistaking our combined arousal as our bodies moved closer and closer into a full embrace.
I came up for air, desperate a response and asked him if that was ok?
He didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. Dad’s cock was as hard as mine. Yet I knew he was feeling apprehensive, maybe even petrified of what the kissing might lead to. The responsibility was still all mine.
I leant in and our lips brushed once again, this time wetting them with my tongue before sliding it inside. I shuffled my body closer to his, our bare thighs entangling, and the meaty columns of our manhood’s nudging against each other’s in our own dampening underwear. It was now obvious that he was as erect as me.
The body contact made him gasp and I took full advantage of that. My tongue dipped back into his mouth and this time his response was total. His tongue touched mine, played, flicked as if all his 50 years’ experience was being put to the test with this simple act of a kiss.
Slowly we began to gently grind against each other as our kisses moistened and the fervour grew. I moaned softly when his large hands moved up to my face and softly caressed my cheeks, shivering as his fingers delicately traced my strong jaw line, unfazed by the stubble he found there, unfazed by the fact that he was not caressing the soft female flesh that he was used to.
As we continued to kiss I slowly manoeuvred myself from lying by his side to sliding over him, my torso bearing down on his chest, our crotches never separating and him eventually supporting my whole weight. He moaned softly as my grinding became more sexual, not yet frantic, but more urgent. My cock was aching for release inside my underpants. He subtly reciprocated, pushing his hips up to meet mine. I knew patience was all I needed.
But now I was beyond asking him for permission. With one hand I managed to pull down the left side of my underpants while trying not to break the connection between us. My cockhead sprung free from its restraint and oozed out a fresh puddle of precum that soaked into his underwear. I did the same thing on the right side and savoured my cocks’ full liberty to nakedly brush against its older confined playmate. I ground against him harder as I twisted around to shuffle my underwear down my thighs before finally kicking them off.
Now my muscular legs were free to spread over his and press them together using my thighs. I figured he knew what I was aiming for and put up no opposition.
With his legs closed, I was able to reach down with both hands and tug his trunks halfway down his thighs. I noted he raised his body slightly to aid me. The fact that I knew he wanted this as much as I did only excited me even more, his compliance only adding to the sexual intensity that was beginning to engulf us both.
It was electric, that first instant when his cock sprung free and sild against mine. Our two penises rubbing together for the first time, a father and son’s precum pooling on each other’s skin…
Reaching down further, I tugged his underwear lower and adeptly used my legs and toes to hook them and pull them off. Finally, our groins were able to mash together unhindered. Now I was in control, certain that dad would match me move for move and feeling confident, I grabbed the edges of his tee shirt from the bottom and slid it up his body.
I couldn’t help but giggle when I said, ‘Arms UP!’
For so many years he would say that to me when it was bath time and he’d help me undress so that I could climb into the tub. That simple phrase reminded me that he’d always been in my life, someone to love and protect me, someone I could depend on, someone who I loved back and now someone I could easily fall ‘in’ love with.
As I pulled the tee off over his head, I got the whiff of his musk, the dad-smell I had always known and would recognise anywhere. The sight of his barrel-like chest with its dense covering of greying fur, his hard nipples already cresting his slightly soft pecs and the scent that was my own father made my cock pulse another ripple of precum between us.
I tugged my own tee off in the same way and immediately felt the warmth of his hairy, older, chubbier torso against my smooth defined one. We were finally naked, our bodies relishing every single point of contact as we abandoned ourselves to our first nude embrace.
I didn’t reach down for his cock, as much as I wanted to. Instead I just ground mine against it feeling his hardness against my own, proud that we were an even match. I snorted and grunted as I thrust against him like I was fucking him. Did he even pick up on that? Did he know my innermost taboo thought was to take this further and fuck his ass? Something that I could never say out loud and barely admit to myself, but I would have given anything to have rolled him over and traced my cock in the furrow of his cheeks to discover his virgin hole and then plunder it.
Those thoughts alone, made me thrust more wildly, so wishing I was digging in through his virgin-tight pucker. But I wasn’t. Instead, I just had to make do with jabbing my cock against his as they slid together, coating one another with our combined precum.
I knew couldn’t resist him any longer. Although I instinctively knew a root was out of the question, our kisses had moved subtly from soft and gentle to openly sexual, almost animal as we devoured each other. Was it so obvious that I wanted to do more than just kiss him? That I wanted to turn my own father into my lover?
Our kisses increased in their intensity, becoming frantic, passionate, as my arms wrapped around him tighter and his did the same around me, our thrusts and counter-thrusts causing our bodies to continually slap against each other, no longer afraid but surrendered to our rising passion. And as dad kissed me, harder, deeper, more aggressively I wondered if he’d ever kissed a woman with such force?
My cock was channelled in the folds of his belly, and while they didn’t match the firmness of his trench, they acted as a cushion in which I was able to thrust my cock until the friction was too much to bear.
I clawed his back, panted uncontrollably into his mouth. He knew exactly what was happening to me. He knew I was seconds away from firing my seed all over his stomach, his own body arching up under my own increasing the intensity of my rising orgasm as it started to work its way through my senses, pulsing up the length of my shaft as that almost unbearable throbbing began in my knob.
I was gasping for air but with his hands grasping the back of my head, he kept his mouth tightly clamped to mine. For a split second my cock hovered on the edge of cumming and then with a loud cry into his mouth I came and came and came, my whole body shaking, drenched with sweat, held fast in dads grip as I thrust over and over again, my sperm erupting between us, coating dad’s hairy belly in a pool of warm slime.
The sexual tension between us was unbearable, my orgasm had been overwhelming and now the urgency had to be focussed on his needs. He was desperately trying to thrust upwards, meeting the challenge of my heavy body as I continued to pin him down.
Once again I took control of the situation as I slid off him and used my strength to roll us over. Once he got the idea, he cooperated and as he lifted his heavy body I managed to slide under him. There was no hesitation as he crashed heavily down on me, the slap of his belly smearing my own cum over both of us. The power of each of his thrusts forced the air out of my lungs into his panting mouth as I felt his hips slowly moving, faster and faster… his solid cock stabbing against my smooth stomach…
What words there were got lost in our moans and grunts, words that were swallowed up in our kisses as dad’s hot wet dick rubbed and slid against my own spent one, his strong hairy body slapping louder against mine and as his ass rose and fell I understood what an impressive lover he would have made to every woman he’d ever fucked. I wondered if he was fully accepting that I didn’t have a soaking pussy to enter. Was his cock really desperately searching for the moist opening of a swollen cunt that he was so used to? Was my firm, smooth masculine torso going to satisfy his urge to ejaculate?
Now for the first time, he was taking the initiative, he was working his cock against me of his own free will. Down the track, he’d have to admit that this was when he truly let loose and took responsibility for his own orgasm.
We were lost in the throes of our frottaging, his cock swimming in my spewed sperm using it as a lubricant for his own needs. And our savage kissing never stopped. And we both knew all about the ‘power of the kiss’.
I knew I needed to satisfy him, not just passively lie there and let him use my torso as a cum-towel. I slyly reached around either side of him and grabbed two fistfuls of pliable butt cheek and clasped them against me, so he’d have to thrust even harder to get that friction working. With any other lover I might even have let my fingers explore their clammy crevice as they worked themselves up, maybe even venturing towards the tightly clenched pucker of a man solely focussed on his own rising orgasm.
But I knew better than to explore any further. That was an out-of-bounds area; he’d never deal with any kind of contact with his pucker. It really had to be one step at a time and for now, we just had to be enough.
He panted harder as he struggled to hump his hips against mine. My own cock had stiffened a little bit with the constant friction of his vigorous thrusts. His perspiration dripped of his body and on to mine and the air in the room became heavy with the mixed scents of fresh sweat and spent cum.
D Son! SONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!
Dad cried out, throwing his head back as he gasped for air. His face reddening, every muscle in his thick neck straining, corded until he let out a deep animal-like howl, every fibre of his body vibrating with the power of his own climax.
As his body jerked erratically, I pictured the robes of cum I could feel shooting on my own skin, sperm that was now combining with my own cooling load. He was squeezed me tighter, as waves of ecstasy broke in his body and I wondered how did this orgasm against his son’s taut torso compare to one buried in the moist, velvet lining of a pussy?
Dad’s heart was thumping so loudly in his chest that I could hear AND feel it. Then as his climax subsided he collapsed on top of me, his weight pinning me against the mattress. Now I knew just how heavy he was, how that great body felt slumped on mine and as much as I wanted him to luxuriate in the experience, I was actually finding it hard to breathe underneath him. So just as I had manoeuvred him on top of me, I managed to half slide out from underneath him so that we kept in body contact, but his full weight was not on me.
We lay there for a few minutes, saying nothing, our bodies bathed in each other’s semen, as if we were both trying to work out what our next move should be. Then I turned and slipped back against him. This time he made no attempt to hide himself away, no attempt to retreat into his own guilt and confusion. This time he pulled me back against him, his soft sticky cock pressed against my butt, leaking his last drops of cum into the heat of my crack…
When I felt enough time had passed, I whispered,
J Dad? You ok?
D ‘Uhuh’, and I felt his grip tighten around my body.
J Let’s not analyse what just happened, eh? let’s just go with it.
There was no response, and I held my breath waiting for either a reply or some kind of movement to indicate his intentions.
And then it came. I heard the sheets rustle and felt his wonderful reassuring embrace as he slid one arm under me and the other one hugged my chest. He shuffled forward, his legs pressing against mine, spooning me so that, whether he realised it or not, he’d moulded me into a foetal position, with his body tightly wrapped around mine. Just like he always had done to keep me safe for the rest of the night.
