Dad & Jaxon wake up together

It took me a few seconds to work out where I was. For a minute, I thought I’d woken up in yet another random guys’ bed, the smell of last night’s sex still heavy on the sheets, but then the bedside locker and the doona cover seemed familiar and it came to me – I was in dad’s bed and the sex I could smell was ours….

No sooner than I’d realized that than I remembered the night of intense passion we’d had only a few hours ago. It was way more advanced than what happened at the camp. This was me humping dad and then, most importantly, him ‘intentionally’ humping me and cumming. The fact the whole thing ended with a precious, long lingering kiss, was mind-boggling. I felt that dad had now mentally crossed a line that I’d already dealt with during our camping trip.

It wasn’t just sex, it wasn’t just incest. No, whatever it was ran deeper than that. For both of us.

I knew we’d have to talk about it now and this time there would be no pretending it didn’t mean something. Even dad would have to acknowledge that. But where was he?

I had a mental picture of him, already dressed and in the kitchen, trying to act as if nothing had happened between us. Then I had another image. He was cooking breakfast, stark naked except an apron, and when I walked in, he turned around and scooped me up in his arms, telling me he loved me, that last night had meant everything….

Well, that was the dream anyway.

But I knew that whatever greeting I got even dad could not deny the way we’d made love last night, the passionate frenzied kisses, the way our hands had sensuously explored each other’s bodies, the wild abandon we’d both surrendered to each other as we’d cum.

Then in the distance, I heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom and knew he was taking a shower.

Then another more likely scenario formed in my mind… my father waking up with me in his arms, his naked body pressed against mine, waking up smelling of our combined cum and sweat, the taste of my tongue still in his mouth, and then slowly slipping out of bed being careful not to wake me because he was too ashamed to look me in the eye…

Had he woken up hard? In those brief moments between sleep and wakefulness had he pressed his morning glory against my bare ass, had he nuzzled and kissed the warmth of my neck before the reality of the situation hit him? Surely, now there was no way dad could back away from what had happened between us. Yes, we’d had sex before but last night that sex had reached an intensity that hadn’t been there previously… and we both knew it.

I wondered how I’d tackle him. I always thought dad was a courageous guy, the sort of guy who backed away from nothing, but now was he brave enough to finally open up about whatever was happening between us?

As I was trying to figure all this out in my mind, I became aware of a desperate need to pee, an urge that was that was only getting stronger and stronger. I knew if I didn’t relieve myself soon, I’d burst.

In my school kid days, there was never any problem with me running into pee when dad was showering or getting ready for work. It was a natural kind of nudity. I’d been used to seeing his limp hairy dick, sometimes lathered up or sometimes just hanging loose and swaying as he shaved. To me that was no big deal….

I’ll admit I’d sometimes stared at his dick and wondered if mine would ever turn out like his, hairy and fat, instead of the bald little worm I had. Then as I got older and a bit more knowledgeable, once I’d grown used to the way my small dick grew in size as it became erect, once I’d understood that arousal was all about sex, the pleasures of masturbation and the mind-blowing sensations of my own teen orgasms, only then do I remember being curious about just how big his cock actually got when it grew hard like mine… but surely that was just the usual teenage speculation? Wasn’t it?

And now, somehow, although it was supposed to be much easier because we were adults, I had this shyness about interrupting him, firstly about urinating in the same room with him and secondly, seeing him naked again in the daylight, finally seeing him as the object of my sexual desires… desires I’d given full rein to last night.

But my urge to pee was now unavoidable. I yelled out through the closed door, raising my voice above the sound of the shower to say I was bursting.

D         Shit son, can’t you just wait?

J          Dad I’m desperate!

D         Ok (and I heard a loud sigh)

So, taking my courage in both hands I opened the door and walked in, trying to act as if our nakedness was still no big deal although once inside, I recognized I was more ill at ease now than I ever was when I was that little boy dying to use the toilet.

I glanced briefly at him. There he was, all lathered up, standing as if he didn’t quite know what to do with his hands. Would he use them to cover himself up, or would he still be the dad who’d never hidden anything from me?

Either way I was so desperate to pee it felt like my bladder was going to explode, so I walked over to the toilet, took my cock in my hand, drew back my frill and released a strong golden stream accompanied by a big sigh of relief.

J          Phew, that’s a relief I so needed that. (I laughed.)

D         Yeah son, (he almost laughed back) I could tell

He started once more to lather up the thick hair that spread across his pecs as if desperate for something to do with his hands.

I watched as the suds slowly ran down into his dense wet bush, seeing the way the water ran down the length of his dick, making it look like he was taking the longest pee ever.

Ten years ago, even more than that, I would have just hopped straight into the shower with him without even bothering to ask. Well maybe, just maybe, it was possible I could do that again. After all, if he’d needed to freshen up, he must have realized I needed to as well.

J          Hey dad, I stink from last night. Can I shower with you?

He looked at me hesitantly. He knew I was calling his bluff and we both knew this was about more than just sharing a shower, that being naked side by side could potentially lead to something. I was hoping it would and I guessed dad was hoping it wouldn’t – because if it did, then he’d have no excuses left. This was broad daylight; we weren’t hiding in the dark like before. If anything was going to happen, he was going to be as responsible for his actions as I was for mine. 

He said neither ‘yes’ or ‘no’, his only response being to step to the back of the shower to make room for me. Just like he’d always done.

As we stood there with the water running over us, I could see that despite my sessions in the gym he was still a more imposing man than me, slightly taller, broader, with a heavier body. There was no way I could fail to notice the obvious difference between us. He was hairy and I wasn’t… the contrast was total… almost like that between a grown man and a boy…

I remembered him always being hairy, like some animal, the man I used to innocently call ‘my big furry bear, long before I realized what a ‘bear’ was in sexual terms. Back then it had only made him appear more masculine and virile. And all through my life, I’d been hoping to develop a body like his. But it never happened. Now my faint traces of pit hair and sparse pubes always made me feel a bit embarrassed in front of other guys, as if my body was still waiting to mature.

Hell! Even some of the younger guys I’d been with had bigger bushes than me. But none of them had matched the size of my dick.

I wondered now if that smoothness had made it easy for dad to forget that last night he was having sex with another guy, made it possible for him to imagine that the body writhing underneath his was that of a woman and not his own son?

Yet smooth or not I knew there was one way my body could compete with his and that was the comparison between our two dicks, both of which were now hanging limply between our legs, and I knew that when erect mine almost matched his, inch for pulsating inch.

Dad kept circling his chest with the soap in his hands, the white trail of foam continuing to run down his body, saturating his bush and dripping off the soft slug of his cock.

But he looked the epitome of awkwardness, like the statue no Greek sculptor had ever dared to carve… a statue in a museum catalogue that could easily be called, ‘The naked father in front of his son’.

I asked if I could have the soap before it disintegrated in his hands and he passed it over in silence.

Straight away, I lathered up, enjoying the freshness of the soapy water cleansing my body and removing the remains of last night’s stale sweat and streaks of our crusty sperm. I felt revived. Alive. Dad just looked a bit helpless without the soap in his hands, needlessly splashing water over his shoulders as if he just had to do something.

I began soaping my cock, like I’d always done only this time I was brazenly facing him, letting him see me working the foam the length of my dick, squeezing it in my fist, cupping my balls, knowing full well the effect it would have…. and out of the corner of my eye I could see him trying not to look, trying but not succeeding, so I just carried on.

J          ‘See dad? I’m doing my frill, (I joked.) ‘Always clean underneath’ you used to say eh?’

He smiled briefly at the memory of when he’d first taught me to skin back and wash my knob but said nothing. He knew I was flirting and tempting him, but he remained non-responsive. But I was determined not to let him off. I handed him back the soap.

J          Will you do my back dad?

He sort of laughed. Maybe the memory of those days still made him happy like they did me.

D         You mean like I used to son?

J          Uhuh, just like you used to…

I wondered if dad remembered all those times I stood with my hands against the wall as towered over me, soaping my back… wondered if he still remembered how I looked then, how he used to compliment me for my developing muscles that weren’t really there, young, skinny, and hairless that I was. Would he be amazed at the contrast between then and now? Or saddened at the memory of how quickly those years had passed? 

And would I remember just how good it used to feel when my father’s big strong hands worked their way in slow soapy circles on my wet skin… was that what I wanted to feel now…to go back to the innocent days when we were just a grown man and his young son?

Turning away from him I soon felt his two soapy palms knead the muscles in my shoulders and it felt just like it had all those years ago when he’d massaged away the post-match tenseness of a tough game of soccer or the long run on the track. The only difference was that now his firm touch automatically stirred my cock. Flashes of how those same hands had caressed me last night made me shiver with excitement, so I bent over slightly, solely with the aim of making it easier for him to soap my back and he got the hint… As slowly his hands worked lower and lower in ever increasing circles, almost, but never quite, reaching my butt.

Maybe I wasn’t the only one who still remembered those days because he said, ‘Ok son remember what came next?’

J          Sure dad, (I laughed,) ‘ARMS UP!’

D         Go on then

And up they went, exposing the sparse wet hair that hadn’t been there then… and I held my breath as I felt dad’s soapy fingers cautiously edging into my pits. Was that soft touch just a touch, or was it only in my imagination that it felt like a caress?

I giggled and said it still tickled, but I knew it was more than that… no longer was he just washing me like he had all those years ago, but my father was taking his first steps towards exploring my body…

Even so, now I was imagining his eyes scanning my body, from my smooth broad shoulders to my slim waist and lower into the small of my back… Was his gaze resting on my smooth firm ass? Maybe. Yet I didn’t fool myself that there was anything sexual in that. Perhaps he was just appreciating that his son had now grown up to have a physique to be proud of.

I also knew dad was still a long way from understanding just what a source of pleasure a man’s ass could be, or how that tight ribbed ring of muscle could be teased into a powerful erogenous zone as sensitive and alive as the end of your dick. But if ever my fantasies were to materialize, dad’s innocence would make it a wonderful journey that we would travel together, one step (or kiss, lick, nudge, prod, root) at a time…

Every touch of those big strong fingers stirred my cock even more and I felt it swelling, not so much that it reared up, but enough to thicken it until it swayed heavily in front of me.

He must have been aware of the tension in that small cubicle space and maybe, in an attempt to defuse it, he stopped and said,

D         OK! You’re done

J          Thanks dad, now how about I do yours?

And there was another memory, me almost having to stand on tiptoe, just about able to reach his shoulders as I’d clumsily washed my father’s big broad back….

Yet when I turned around to face him, both of us could see the result of our confined predicament and the body contact we’d just had. It was like dad’s cock was acting independently from his will power. I could see my father was in the same state of arousal as me, neither of us fully erect, but our dicks plumped up and unfurling, neither of us able to hide their heavy betrayal any longer.

Dad said nothing. He simply handed me back the soap and almost as if he was in a trance, turned round.

So, I took it and copied what he’d done to me, what I’d tried to do all that time ago, but then my hands had been too small. Now they were bigger, man-sized hands working in broad, firm strokes across his muscled back, feeling the slight softness of his midriff as they hands ran up and down his sides.

Did I hear a soft sigh or was it just my imagination working overtime?

With him facing away, this was the first time I’d got a good view of his ass. They weren’t the firm glutes that I remembered. Time had fleshed them out. Made them meatier, making me think of Matt as he’d spread out before me on his bed. Was that what had made his so enticing? That all the time I was massaging and rimming Matt’s butt I was really thinking of my own father?

But one thing that had stayed the same with dad was the way those dark hairs curled out of his crack, how, even when I was a kid those hairs had intrigued me, intrigued me enough to wondered then when my own hairless cleft would look like his. Then, as now, I didn’t dare reach down to explore them, but I still savored the mysterious divide between those cheeks that revealed the few dark strands of hair that must have lined his crack…. just like Matt’s.

I laughed. Here was my chance.

J          Ok dad, you know what’s next?

And without saying the actual words, he stretched up, placed his hands squarely on the wet tiled wall and allowed my soapy fingers to slide into the damp dense hairs that grew in his pits…

Fuck! I would have given anything to have been brave enough to crouch down behind him and taking his fleshy ass in my hands, part those cheeks just enough to see what lay hidden there, wondering if the hair in his crack felt the same as the ones I was stirring with my fingers as I washed his pits? Fucking hell! I knew I could be the first person to ever delve between them and open dad up to pleasures he’d never even dreamed his body could contain.

Of course, these thoughts were having an immediate effect on my dick.

There was no way I could disguise it as he signaled my time was over. But when he’d turned around there was no hiding the shock on his face as he saw my cock, now at half mast, still frill-covered, weighted down by the heaviness of my slowly defining helmet… a cock so obviously on its way to a full erection. I swear there was almost a look of fear on his face as he stared at it…

But a fear of what? Was it the fear of finally accepting that I was aroused by the sight of his naked body and his touch? Or the fear that his own body was in danger of giving away his innermost thoughts, the fear that there was no way he could hide his true feelings any longer? I wondered, was my dad finally accepting that the sight and feel of his own son’s nakedness aroused in him a desire his body could no longer deny?

And if his mind could deny it, one look at the change in size of his cock told me that his body couldn’t. Even semi-hard my dad had one of the thickest dicks I’d ever seen.

My mouth dried. I felt tense because I understood how one careless word, one flippant remark could so easily ruin the fragility of the moment. And I could tell he wasn’t in the mood for jokes. I sensed the enormity of the situation, knowing that this was potentially a pivotal moment in our whole relationship and wondered if he did too?

Because this was no longer just about sex, was it? It was about passion, desire, emotions… even love… about the day light bring all those intense feelings that had passed unspoken between us the previous evening into a sharp bright focus.

Still, I made no attempt to hide my emerging erection. One of us had to demonstrate that there was nothing embarrassing about what was happening…. One of us needed not to be shy about the possibilities that could lie ahead. And I knew it had to be me.

There was no way my father would or could ever make the first move.

Dad didn’t say anything. He just stood there, his semi hard dick dangling heavily out of his wet bush, the ridge of his helmet, like mine, already increasingly defined under his foreskin…

I smiled, my way of telling him, if he cared to put two and two together, just how impressed I was by the size of his manhood. But he didn’t smile back. Instead, his gaze alternated between my face and my dick as his own cock twitched with thoughts of its own… a small bead of precum already glistening in the bunched frill at its tip.

I whispered

J          Come back to bed with me, dad, let me take care of it.

D         I’m not sure that’s such a good idea.

J          Dad, we’re both getting hard, it’s obvious. We need to do something about this and then talk it out.’

D         Maybe we should talk first son.

I laughed and said he wouldn’t be able to concentrate until we’d sorted ‘this’ out

And on the word, ‘this’ I reached and took his semi hard cock in my hand.

He gasped but didn’t pull away. Instead, I felt it throb in my fist and immediately grow even more. Growing into the awesome cock he’d slammed against me last night, the same cock that had made me gag by the campfire, pulsing as it delivered its load of warm creamy sperm to the back of my throat… the same sperm that had made me twenty-five years ago.

Now he was fully erect. And whether he could verbalize his innermost desires or not the fact that his cock had hardened in my hand had given them away. And I couldn’t help but admire the impressive transformation of it, remembering how fascinated I’d been as a kid when I used to stand naked in front of my bedroom mirror, transfixed by the sight of something so small and soft becoming something so solid… a sight that had fascinated me then, as much as the sight of dad’s dick did now as it stood proud, surrounded by the wild nest of his bush did now… fascinated by the heaviness of his balls as they dangled in the way that only mature men’s do.

What I now saw in the glaring light of day was something I’d only ever felt in the dark before, my father’s impressive erect penis as it grew in my hand. And I was so proud I’d inherited some of his genes. I may not have had his body hair, but our dicks were now almost perfect replicas of each other. Hard. Proud and already wet.

And we shared another trait. I’d inherited his overlong frill which would always need an extra tug to fully expose my helmet. I was pleased we had this in common as it was yet another sign I that somehow, I’d fulfilled my boyhood dream and grown up to be just like him. 

J          Come back to bed

I repeated, feeling and sounding more confident than ever as I began to wank him slowly, drawing his foreskin back each time just enough to reveal the curved tip of his helmet…

I smiled as a low groan escaped his lips.

J          See dad? It’s obvious what you want.

D         I don’t know what I want anymore

I could hear a tremor of uncertainty in his voice as he stood there immobile not knowing what to do next.

J          Last night you trusted me, dad, and now I want you to trust me again, and then we can talk it all out later, ok?

D         ‘Ok, you’re right. It is what I want

And he stepped out of the shower.

We dried off, side by side, just like we’d used to, only this time our cocks were hard, bobbing and swaying as we toweled off… both of us staring at each other, transfixed by this new vision of each other’s naked bodies. Maybe we were both making mental notes about how we’d changed but there was no denying we were both mesmerized by each other’s impressive equipment. And drying our bodies only seemed to stiffen our cocks even more, building up the anticipation of release.

And I remembered the day I’d popped a boner in front of him, how my junior dick had suddenly perked up, leaving me crimson with embarrassment… only now I wasn’t that mumbling little kid who’d tried to hide himself behind his towel… I was a grown up, and so was dad.

Once we’d finished, we headed back to the bedroom, only this time it was different. Last night dad had led me, and I’d followed almost like a child, but now it was me leading the way like a man.

When I told him to lie on the bed, he said he wasn’t sure this was such a good idea, but I could tell from the way he spoke that he didn’t sound as if he believed what he was saying.

So feeling more confident I cut him off. He’d had so many chances to stop this seduction, he could have left the room at any time or told me to leave but he hadn’t. I just knew he wanted me to take responsibility for where this was going to go and maybe later convince himself it was my fault and I’d sweet-talked him into it. But I didn’t care what his thoughts were, I already knew I could satisfy him in a way that no other person could.

And I knew that deep down he knew that too.

He didn’t argue anymore, he just lay down rather stiffly on the bed, that massive furry body of his sprawled out in front of me. And as he did so his thick cock slapped back against his belly, already with a faint trail of pre leaking from the tip of his bunched-up frill.

I was in the same state. A string of clear fluid was starting to hang from my tip.

J          Relax dad, you know I’m good at this. Remember how good it felt last night?

Again, he said nothing.

I walked straight to the head of the bed, my cock bobbing as I moved, aware that his eyes were watching me all the time… then I pulled a pillow across the bed and shuffled it under his head.

He wriggled around a little and I could see him attempting to relax and I bent down and kissed him. At first his head pressed back into the pillow as if trying to escape my lips, but then after a momentary resistance, he began to respond. Just like last night…

This time there was no nervous brushing of lips, no tentative exploration, no gradual lead up and no hesitation as I leaned over him and we kissed each other, hungrily, passionately, carnally, our mouths working together, our tongues dueling as if fighting for supremacy as the dynamic of those kisses flowed backwards and forwards between us.

I loved how quickly he got into it; I didn’t have to cautiously entice him any longer. Everything about those kisses signaled that he was as up for it as I was…

Still kissing, still with our lips locked together, I climbed onto the bed and just as I had last night, lowered myself down on top of him, squirming on him so that no part of me made contact with the mattress, letting him bear my full body weight.

There were muffled moans as our cocks pressed together once more, only this time we were entwined around each other in the revealing light of day. I knew that now we could no longer hide in the safety of the shadows.

For the first time I was better able to appreciate the details of his body; the tan line on his arms left by the sleeves of his T-shirts, the contrasting paleness of his shoulders and chest, his pecs covered in dense greying hair that formed abstract patterns on his skin. Now in broad daylight I could see the darker shade of hair that nestled in his pits, his thick bushy pubes and his two firm brown nipples. 

And that brought back another memory… of the day I’d first explored my own small pink nips, and the shiver of delight that had run through my young body right to the tip of my cock…

We were both leaking pre, slicking each other’s crotches, kissing and moaning as our bodies ground together. But I didn’t want to cum by frottaging him like last night… I knew from the way we were kissing and touching that we’d progressed way beyond that, and I had so much more to share with him. We needed to make love.

Pushing his arm up I nestled my face in his pit, inhaling his musk tinged with the scent of soap. He smelt clean and fresh, but his unique scent was unmistakable, the scent that then as now marked him as my father.

Dad groaned. It wasn’t the strangled groan he’d made when he tried to fight back his feelings during our trip. This was a different sound, the sound of a man on the verge of being transported out of himself and into the realms of ecstasy… the sounds of a man whose body was writhing against mine, a man whose strong limbs entwined with my own… the muffled sounds of a man who was kissing back as hard as he was being kissed…

I wondered if anyone else had ever feasted on the wiry hair of his underarms before. No woman had ever done that to me, so I supposed it had been the same with him. Maybe women were different. It wasn’t something they did. The thought made me pulse internally as I realized dad had so much to learn about the thrills of same-sex foreplay and if I played my cards right, we’d be heading for the ultimate man on man lovemaking.

My mouth moved down to his nipples which had hardened considerably. I gently nibbled with my teeth on them in turn, eliciting almost high-pitched whimpers of delight, as my hands squeezed and stroked his broad chest, combing my fingers through the mat of his fur-like grey hair.

Had dad ever imagined every time he’d clamped his teeth hard on a woman’s breast that it wasn’t just them who enjoyed getting their tits suckled and bitten? Well, if he hadn’t the way he moaned, the way his hand held my head firmly against them told me that now he knew different.  

He was still writhing and moaning as I moved down to his groin, trailing my tongue through the pool of sticky fluid our cocks had smeared on each other, my chin brushing his solid shaft as I sniffed his bush like a dog snooping the scent of a potential mate… and his dick pulsed against my face leaving a trail of warm slime on my cheek.

Holding his erection in one hand I flicked my tongue like a lizards around the edge of his bunched up foreskin, letting its tip burrow slowly inside, making his groans shift up an octave, almost becoming whimpers as I began to massage his piss-slit with my tongue, using my lips to skin back the fleshy bud and push it down to ‘lock it’ behind the ridge of his glossy mushroom shaped helmet.

D         Fuck son! Stop! Don’t make me cum yet!

I laughed to myself, we’d only been at it for a few minutes and he was already to blow! I knew that no matter how many women had sucked his dick he was really quite an innocent when it came to oral sex, good oral sex, no matter how experienced he thought he was. And that secretly thrilled me.

He had so much to learn, and I was going to be the one to teach him.

Hearing his different moans and whimpers as he experienced new sensations was so rewarding for me. A sure sign that I was able to give him pleasures the like of which he’d never known before.

If he didn’t want to cum yet, how else could I excite him I wondered?

Then I had an idea that even unnerved me. He’d been so complaint so far, trusting every move that I made, that now was the time to test his trust even further.

I came up for air, and grinned at him, thick strands my saliva and his precum stretching and breaking between us. The fact that he grinned back just made me feel even more that I was on the right track…

J          Dad, you trust me right?

D         Son you have your mouth around my cock and you ask me that?

When I reassured him that I would never push his limits, he nodded, but I could sense he was wary of where all this was leading so I took a deep breath, screwed up my courage and seized the moment…

J          Roll over.

D         WHAT? No way son! I really do have limits and that’s one of them!

J          Talk about jumping the gun dad! You have no idea what I have in mind

He said he knew there was only one thing on my mind and, in his own words, said there was no way he’d be up for any of that ass-action.

That made me laugh.

J          Dad! For fucks sake, what kind of a phrase is THAT? Ass action!  

D         Look son I don’t even want to discuss this, and I really can’t believe I’m going to say this to you but....... will you just suck my dick and make me cum?’

We both just looked at each other in silence and then suddenly burst out laughing at the same time. Talk about breaking barriers. Those were words I thought I’d never hear my dad say and I’m sure, they were words he never thought he’d say to another guy either!! Least of all his own son.

I told him again just to roll over and trust me, just trust me, but even as I said it I wondered if I could trust myself, wondered if the sight of my father’s awesome butt coupled with the level of intense arousal I was feeling would mean I’d lose all control, and despite what I’d told him I’d try and force my dick into that virgin hole and fuck the ass off him?

But even to this day I still remembered the blinding pain I’d endured on my first fuck, the way my pucker burned as my own virginity was scorched away in a series of savage thrusts. And there was no way I could do that to dad… other’s yes, and I had, but not a man I loved as much as I loved my father.

Before he even had a chance to object, I grabbed his thighs firmly and got him to flip over. I could feel how tense he was. But I was prepared to take it at his pace. I knew what a giant step this could be.... for both of us.

Dad lay there perfectly still. He reminded me of a statue of a Greek hero that had somehow toppled off its plinth and crashed helpless to the ground. I could feel the tension radiating from him as I began to gently massage his shoulders, his body no longer as firm as it had been in his younger days, no longer the same body with its sportsman-like shoulders and flat belly that I’d so admired as a kid. But now I knew this was more than a young boy’s innocent hero worship, it was one man’s desire to explore every square inch of another man’s skin.

And not for the first time did I suddenly think about Matt’s butt, but now I didn’t have to imagine that his ass was dads any more, because it really was dad’s that I was seeing, the real thing… and I found myself staring at those powerful cheeks in wonder…

I teased myself, looking at the sight of those prone plump cheeks equally divided in half by a tightly clenched fault line. It was going to be my aim, my entire pleasure to ease open that tight channel and give dad an experience he would never ever forget and maybe pave the way for a future root. I knew I had no chance of getting that far right now; that would be pushing it and abusing his trust. And as horny as I was I couldn’t do that 

Just like I’d trusted him that first day in the pool and he’d let go of me, leaving me to flounder in the water, but true to his promise, he was there, grabbing me before I went under. Only now the boot was on the other foot… it was dad who was floundering.

So, I placed my hands on his rigid glutes, him totally unaware of how sexually enticing they were for me. He might have had a vague idea that gay men rooted gay men, but he’d never appreciated the beauty of a man’s ass. If he trusted me enough, I would be more than willing to be the one to educate him.

He hadn’t relaxed at all as I pummeled his soft cheeks and fought the urge to bury my face between those two fleshy mounds.

J          Dad, you really got to relax and trust me. Think of it as a massage. You ever had one of those?

D         Sure

J          When?

He laughed into the pillow and said he’d had one on a business trip to the Far East.

J          And?

D         And what?

J          Was there a happy ending?

He said that was his business, but as we talked, I felt the tiniest relaxation of his cheeks, and as I began to move my hands in circles, compressing and kneading his buttocks, I felt a little more give.

I pressed his cheeks together with my hands then slowly pulled them apart, a little more each time until I saw the faint strands of dark curly hair nestled in his crevice. A sight that only served to spur me on to explore more.

Gradually I felt his resistance lessen, his muscles loosening and as my fingers dug into them I separated his fleshy buttocks completely, Fuck! I was practically licking my lips at the thought of what I was going to do next as I prized them further apart to reveal more details of his most secret place, a place nobody but his own son had ever seen.

His cheeks clenched together as my fingers edged inwards, so I went back to broad strokes to calm him. My eyes continuing to scan his narrow cleft for that tight virgin pucker and there it was. My father’s brown tightly drawn circle of muscle.

What had Darren called mine? The entry to paradise…

A flash of memory brought me back to the first time I was rimmed, how I was overawed by just how sensitive my asshole could feel. As I’d groaned in ecstasy, the guy had only foraged in deeper, an experience that was so intense I’d ended up cumming hands-free for the first time in my life.

When I’d plucked the courage and tried it myself, I thought it was outrageous, so amazingly intimate to see the most secretive part of a man’s body exposed like that. It had made my heart beat faster, my cock throb more intensely and harnessing the reactions I got from that guy made me feel empowered. Knowing his tight pucker could expand to take my cock had made me determined to loosen him up with my tongue ready to plunge my dick inside him.

But for now, I could only fantasize about a similar end result for me and dad sometime in the near future.

I dug deeper in between his cheeks, trying to make his hole into an oval shape and maybe getting to see beyond that dark center point.

D         No son…

J          It’s ok dad, shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Maybe if he knew I wasn’t going to fuck him he’d be more relaxed, so I leaned down and started kissing his cheeks, nothing like the way I wanted to kiss them, just little pecks over the mass of soft warm flesh.

His cheeks clenched again as he felt his butt being kissed for the first time and I expected him to start protesting but to my surprise and utter joy, he didn’t say a thing and in fact, he allowed himself to become even more relaxed. I could tell he was beginning to appreciate the soft, soothing effect of my lips on his skin but I wondered if he’d be so relaxed if he knew where my trail of kisses were going to end up?

And I wondered how best to tackle the forbidden territory? With Matt I’d dived straight in the minute he’s raised his ass off the bed, but with dad I knew there’d be resistance at some point. So, I continued nuzzling his cheeks, kissing and drawing my tongue over them in ever decreasing circles… getting closer and closer each time to his tight brown pucker… at the same time playing with his balls, licking the back of his sac before enveloping each one in turn with my mouth.

This time those moans sounded different…. less restrained, more abandoned… less like those of man being seduced against his will and more like a lover surrendering himself to the newly discovered pleasures of his own body.

For years I’d always carried around the smell of dad in my mind, the smell of his cologne as I’d snuggled up to him when he’d read me a bedtime story, the faint smell of his sweat after we’d done a training run together, the clean warm scent of his body as we’d toweled off side by side after a shower but now the light musk of his crack was something new.

Even last night, as he’d sweated whilst humping me it had still been the scent I’d grown up with. Stronger yes, but the same.

But now it was no longer just the smell of dad. It was the smell of sex.…

My face hovered over his trench afraid to make contact but taking in the full notes of his fresh masculine musk as it blended with the lingering scent of soap…I took a deep breath and began to trail my tongue along his taint, following the central ribbed line that acted as an arrow to his puckered hole.

D         FUCK! JAXON! NO!

The moaning had stopped. The room was eerily quiet, and I knew he was wary about how far I’d dare to venture. I felt a shiver run through his body like a volcanic aftershock, and the tremor continued on through my body as I knew it was make or break time.

Licking one side of that warm hairy valley I then began to travel up to the top of his crack and then down the other side back down to his taint… working lower each time I did it. 

He stayed silent, the only noise in the room were my own slicking sounds as I drenched him with a stream of saliva which ran down his crack to saturate the back of his bollocks.

I was surprised that he’d let me get this far without really protesting. His boundaries of trust in me were being severely tested and I didn’t dare overstep our unspoken limits. I just wanted him to be open to accepting his newly discovered erogenous zone.

My tongue combed through the hairs that lined his trench, flicking like a lizard looking for ants until it found their nest. And I did it!!

D         FUCKING HELL!!

My tongue made its first contact with the ribbed sphincter of his pucker.

Dad let out a wail, his entire body tensing as I felt his glutes stiffen against my cheeks as if they were trying to push me away but I fought back against all his body’s’ reactions and continued to flick my tongue on his pucker.

D         Jaxon NOOOOOOOOooooooooooooo

I took no notice. The loud protests became feebler, and the tenseness slackened. And I’d breached him!!

Using my palms to press down on his buttocks and pull them apart, I spread his crack enough to allow me to dig in, to suck on his pucker and flick my tongue around the edge… to try and push it through his tight ring of virgin muscle. He was still feebly resisting so I dug my fingers in deeper and prized his cheeks apart even more… my tongue edging in a millimeter deeper and as his musk overtook my senses, I just kept going…

…munching his hole, scraping it with my teeth, tugging gently on the dark wet curls that surround it before finally, forking my tongue and thrusting it against his sphincter trying to earn every extra millimeter that I could.

He groaned loudly, groaned but didn’t tell me to stop.

But I came up for air all the same. I needed to breathe, having almost suffocated myself in the smoldering heat of his butt. And there he was, face down, using the pillow to try and muffled his moans, his fists gripping the edges. But as he hadn’t made any move to get up, I could only imagine he was as swept away with a mixture of ecstasy and confusion as I had been that first time. And like me back then trying to work out how something he thought was ‘so wrong’ could feel so amazing.

I detected the slight movement as he began to grind his body on the bed. Fuck I’d got him so turned on by his first rim that he was digging his cock into the sheets, just like I used to when I was a kid, aching for the relief I knew must come…

As I gasped for air again, taking a break, he raised his head.

D         Son, how could you? (he said almost desperately.)

J          Ssshhhhhhhhhhhh dad, just go with it. This is just foreplay, nothing more, nothing less, no worse than sucking you off… no different to you licking a pussy ok?’

D         But………

J          Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

I dived in again, this time his grinding on the sheets became more obvious, trying desperately to make himself cum as the sensations of his butt-hole and his cock joined forces in his body. Then I had an idea. Maybe he could bring himself off as I licked his butt… so I told him to kneel up on all fours… told him that that way he could wank himself off as I continued to pleasure his ass. 

As he lumbered into position I got the magnificent sight of my naked dad on his hands and knees, his two fleshy mounds exposed to my rimming, the hairs around his pucker flattened against his skin… his tight brown butt-hole glistening with my saliva.

How many times had I seen a man in this position, knowing that this was my preparation to root him? I couldn’t stop flashes of my fantasy of lining up my helmet against dad’s slickened hole and thrusting in past his tight sphincter, wedging it open with my seven solid throbbing inches…. feeling his velvety anal walls molding themselves around my shaft as I penetrated deeper into his guts.......

But reality ended up fighting back, it was too overwhelming to take in the enormity of the situation – he was my father, a ‘straight’ man, a man I loved, a man I wanted fuck.....  BUT HE WAS MY FATHER!!!!! I had to shake the whole incestuous desire out of my mind and just focus on my immediate plan…

…which was for my dad to bring himself off, overwhelmed by the sensations he was feeling in his own ass for the very first time, losing his gay virginity one step at a time.

So I knelt up behind him, looking at his exposed chunky glutes with his hairy wet trench and like a dog sniffing his bitch, I pressed my face up back against his ass, doing my best to tongue fuck him, trying to push my forked tongue far enough inside him that he could feel it on the moist red flesh hidden inside his pucker.

D         Sooooonnnnnnnnnn aaaaaaawwwwwwwwww, you should stop.......

I took absolutely no notice. I knew it was a feeble protests and he was making no real effort to stop me. In fact, he already had his cock in his hand, working it slowly, steadily and FUCK! Pushing back against me, squirming his ass on my face as his moans grew louder.

So, I reached between his legs in search of his cock and when I found it, I could feel how hard and wet it was as I started to masturbate him, working my hand in time with my tongue as he moaned louder and louder, his body heaving with every building breath…

His big paw gripped around my fist, our hands moving together up and down his dick until he took over, leaving me free to deal with my own which was already dripping pools of precum on to the sheets.

Now the air was alive with the rising harmonies of our own passion. Dad’s breathless masculine whimpers, my own groans muffled and vibrating in the depths of his crack, the sound of two slick cocks being frantically jerked off.

I felt the involuntary clench of his buttocks about one second before I heard his cries.

D         ARGGGAWWWWW MY GOD I’M CUMMINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

Son! SONNNNNNNNNNN! JAXONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!

…the cries of my own father as he came so strongly, I swear I heard his cum splattering the sheets beneath him.

It only took two more tugs on my own dick and I was there with him, my own load shooting with the same intensity between his legs and on to the already soiled sheets. My cries of ecstasy muffled as I screamed into his pulsing pucker.

We knelt there panting on our hands and knees like two exhausted rooted animals, until we recovered our breaths. Dad collapsed on the bed, rolling over onto his back, his body covered by a sheen of sweat. My mouth tasting of my own father’s ass.

This time it felt the most natural thing in the world to fall down next to him, to rest my head on his arm, grateful that we were both totally lost, both feeling that the world no longer consisted of anything or anybody except each other.

And this time there was no dad rushing off in panic. He just lay there, his eyes half closed and a look of supreme contentment on his face.

So I leaned further against him, throwing one leg over his, my spent cock pressing limply pressing against his thigh and leaking the last drops of my cum on his leg. I watched as his own shrank before my eyes, seeing his frill bunching slowly and covering his helmet as his big limp dick lolled against his hip bone.

I didn’t really know how to start the conversation. I knew that dad had just experienced one of the most intimate things that one man can do to another. It seemed right that we just lie together and gather our thoughts. I gently stroked his chest and stomach, just wanting to touch him… wanting to bask in our afterglow together.

Eventually I had to break the silence, to find out how we stood, but I could tell from the way he was holding me, the way his hand was gently caressing my shoulder, the look of contentment on his face when our eyes met that there were no more questions to be asked.

D         Thank you, son (he whispered)

J          Pretty amazing eh dad?

He just grinned, nodded, leaned over and kissed me so tenderly I knew we’d crossed yet another line, no longer were we just father and son… we were on our way to becoming lovers.