I didn’t dare break the silence. Things had definitely changed, and I wanted to find out how we stood, because I was sure we were now in a different place… that the man I was snuggled up against was a very different father to the one I’d come home with from our camping trip… mentally and emotionally I mean.
Physically he was still as impressive as he always had been. Still that big hairy body I used to admire so much, still the big butch guy that even as a kid I knew had fucked so many women around town. But one huge thing was different now… we were both laying there, naked and spent and yes it felt like there was now an intimacy between us that had never existed before.
And from the way he was holding me I was pretty well convinced dad was feeling the same.
J Well dad?
D Well what son?
His voice sounded dreamy, like he was far away, but if his mind was elsewhere his fingers were slowly running up and down my arm almost as if they were sensing my skin for the first time. And maybe they were. This was new to both of us. This time there was no shutting down, no covering his cock and no slinking off into his own private space.
I laughed and asked him point blank what he thought of his first rim?
He gave a soft chuckle.
D I would have thought that was obvious son, from the state of the sheets but…. I can’t believe I let you lick my butt.
J And you can’t believe how good it felt either eh?
D Son!
J Oh be honest dad, it’s a fucking amazing feeling isn’t it?
He didn’t answer but rolled on to his back at stared up at the ceiling.
J What’s wrong?
D Nothing son but I don’t know where all this leaves us and what it makes me.
J Makes you what, apart from the fucking sexiest dad in the world?
He laughed again and turning to face me propped himself up on one elbow, his soft fat dick flopping down back on to his thigh. It felt like his eyes were searching my face as if hoping to find the answers to all his questions there.
D I don’t want to have to spell it out.
J You don’t need to. I know this is all new for you. I know you’ve never had sex with another guy before.
D Well…that’s not exactly so…
For a moment there was silence. I must have looked surprised, maybe even disappointed. Then he opened up and started telling me how when he was 13 him and his best buddy Greg had got horny looking a porno mags, how they’d measured each other’s cocks, how Greg had wanked him off.
J And?
D And what?
He suddenly sat up, his furry belly folding slightly, his soft fat dick dangling over his balls. Dad had his hands clasped around his knees as if even after all these years the memory of that afternoon with his buddy still troubled him…
J Dad you were kids, it didn’t mean you were gay, it didn’t mean anything, just boys experimenting with stuff, lots of lads do that, it’s part of growing up. Anyway who won?
D Won what?
J With the ruler!
I laughed and so did he.
D Who’d you think son?
He smiled and I reached out and took his slumbering dick in my hand, no longer the solid throbbing shaft I’d held in my hand earlier but soft, warm and strangely vulnerable.
J This big fella eh? Well that’s my dad
And although I was making light of it I understood now, why he’d always clammed up, shut himself off after we’d had sex in the tent. He’d been carrying that guilt for a long time and each one of those nights had brought it all back to him.
D You see son it’s very complicated when you suddenly have to accept you’re not the person you always thought you were and…’
He paused again, frowning slightly as if by wrinkling his forehead he could squeeze his thoughts into some sort of shape that made sense.
J And?
D And what we’ve done has made me realize that maybe I never was the guy I thought I was.
J Because you enjoyed it so much? Is that what you mean?
He nodded and said very quietly,
D Yeah, it was an amazing experience and I had the most powerful orgasm of my life. But.....
J But?
D Was I…. you know…. clean?
I tried not to laugh.
J Oh dad yes!!! 100% You’d just had a shower and there’s no way I would ever rim an unclean ass.
D I guess that’s a relief
J Look, we’ve both just had great sex. We should celebrate and try and work out what happens next…for us.
He remained sitting up, still naked beside me with his arms around his knees only this time he looked straight at me….
D Yep son we do
And without saying anything else leaned over and kissed me gently on the lips.
I mean ‘fuck’ and ‘wow’!!!
D And right now son I need another shower, you have no idea how wet you’ve made my butt
J Do you want me to wash your back again?
D No but what you could do, is put the sheets in the wash, (adding with a grin,) they’re a fucking mess son
J Get used to it dad, it’s all yours!
He paused in the doorway and looked over his shoulder, his crack still glistening with my spit.
D Not JUST mine, you cheeky young fucker, get those sheets in the wash NOW!
Laying back and watching dad disappear naked into the hallway I stared at his ass and remembered how I’d dived between those meaty cheeks and feasted royally on his virgin pucker. As if I needed reminding because I could still taste the musk of his butt in my mouth.
As I listened to him showering, I replayed those images of us together in the cubicle, how dad no longer seemed embarrassed being naked in front of me with his cock semi erect. And it wasn’t hard to remember how horny it had felt having his cock grow in my hand, the way his foreskin had slipped back easily to reveal his rapidly defining helmet… the way he’d moaned as I explored his dick… and the sensation of those big hands making circles on my body…. sensations that were so familiar but now had an entirely different meaning. Or were they? Had he been washing me or washing his little boy?
Another image came into my mind. So dad HAD played around with another boy! But the image was slightly out of focus because it was hard to picture him at 13, hard to mentally morph that big masculine body into that of a young lad. I found myself wondering what he looked like then? Had that extra half inch meant he had his first pubes or had his body been like mine then… hairless… skinny… unformed?
It was all too speculative to be able to picture him clearly. The only way I could envisage him was standing there with his shorts and underpants around his ankles as Greg worked his young teenage dick was as myself at that age… and besides the images of the present were still too vivid in my mind.
But one thing I knew I wasn’t imaging was the change in dad, the way we’d kissed, the way we’d held each other long after we’d cum. All this was new, so I figured whatever the future looked like for us there was definitely a future. Dad had said so. Out loud.
Maybe he just needed time. Maybe that fantasy of rooting dad wasn’t such a fantasy after all!!!! Maybe… who knew? So many ‘maybes’ we had to sort out between us. But at least I knew we’d be sorting them out together.
But the floodgates had been opened. We’d crossed some pretty taboo sexual boundaries AND dad had admitted in his own words that he was enjoying our physical relationship. And if I needed further proof of that there were his semen stains splattered across the sheets. And there were mine. I knew this could be the beginning of the most amazing relationship either of us were ever going to have. With each other.
All that depended on him. Since last night he’d seemed more in control of things and I kind of liked that.
It was definitely a different dad that walked naked and confident back into the bedroom. Or maybe not a different one just the old familiar one from years gone by. The one I thought I’d lost. I watched him stride over to his chest of drawers, pull out a pair of clean undies and step into them, putting his hand inside to adjust his package the way he’d always done whenever we’d dressed together.
D Sheets! Now!’
He laughed as he tugged a t-shirt down over his head.
Well, this certainly wasn’t the dad that had rolled away into the darkness after we’d had sex in the tent, or the dad who’d wrapped himself in a towel when we’d sat on the pontoon after our swim… and I hoped he liked his new self… because I definitely did.
And that change was still there later when after watching TV, almost unconsciously stroking each other’s legs, dad said,
D You gonna sleep in my bed tonight?’
J Just tonight?
He laughed, kissed me again
D Maybe not, let’s see where this goes eh son?
Those words meant so many things – intimacy, normality, and there was no doubt, it also meant sex! The only question was – how far would it go tonight? So far, every time had seen us doing new things, taking things a little further, pushing his boundaries a little more. In the space of a few weeks we’d gone from me wanking him to him wanking me, from me sucking him off to that awesome hump… and best of all, perhaps the biggest step of all of them, my tongue unlocking a pleasure in my father’s body he’d never known existed.
The sex had been great but now dad was really responding to my actions it just took it to a new level. I hoped he’d now want to start getting a bit more adventurous. That was an awesome thought, knowing he was a gay virgin and still had so much to discover.
J Ok dad, I’ll go and get ready and see you there
SHIT! I practically ran up the stairs like it was Christmas morning, knowing or rather hoping that this would be the first night of many, the first night when we intentionally planned to go to bed, and no pretending sex wasn’t on the menu.
I quickly made my way to the bathroom, stripped off and showered down. Hell, I was so excited by the prospect of what lay ahead I even found myself humming. My cock was solid as I took pleasure in the long slow strokes that kept it on the boil, not that it needed them… the thought of my own father waiting naked in his bed for me was more effective than any soapy fist.
As I washed I heard myself repeating the advice dad had given me when I was kid… ’remember always clean underneath’… and I drew my foreskin back and soaped my helmet to ensure I was as fresh as possible. It was my hope that dad would get his lips around it – that was my goal for the night. As to whether he’d be up for it and swallow my load, well, that was another story.
He’d already boasted to me about how he excelled at oral pussy play, so it was just about adapting those skills wasn’t it? Instead of delving into a moist cunt, he ‘d be wrapping his lips around my cock. Those thoughts only served to lubricate my helmet more, the strings of precum mixing with the foaming water swirling around my feet.
I also soaped between my butt cheeks. OK I knew I was being unrealistic that dad would ever venture there, but as I slid a soapy finger in my asshole and jabbed it, my cock pulsed accordingly as I imagined that thick dick of his burrowing into my ass.
So, there I was, clean and rock hard. Not even bothering to wrap a towel around my waist I brushed my teeth, swept back my wet hair in the mirror and was kind of pleased with what I saw. Flexing my biceps I could see the progress I was making. My pecs were developing some definition; my gym routine was paying off. I only wished I had more body hair. It was something I always equated with masculinity and one of the big things that attracted me to dad – the way his fur ranged from the grey expanse of his chest to the darker patches around his cock and pits, hair which in my mind only served to emphasize his virility.
And as I stood there looking in the mirror I wondered if I was seeing the same guy dad saw. Me as I was now, a grown man of twenty-five or… did he still see his little boy? And which one of us had he made love to?
Perhaps as far as dad was concerned my smoothness played to my advantage in that it’s suppleness and youthfulness was more like a females’ than a man’s – or perhaps I was just overthinking it. Whatever he thought, our sexual attraction was only growing stronger.
Running my hands through my hair one last time, I took a final look in the mirror and made my way into his bedroom. But he wasn’t there. Had he had second thoughts and changed his mind? Maybe he was right, and this was all too much too soon?
J Dad? (I yelled out.)
D Just locking up for the night
J Ok, don’t be long!
D I won’t be, don’t worry,’
Fuck! This was really happening. This was going to be the first time he knew I was waiting for him, the first time the decision was entirely his, no excuses, no lack of confidence – he knew his son was waiting for him naked under the fresh sheets.
And he knew exactly what that meant.
Any wonder my cock was aching with anticipation? I could feel my pre was already starting to pool in my bunched-up frill and I knew that one false move and it would soon leak out and start spilling onto my belly.
Then in walked dad. Fully dressed. He paused in the doorway when he saw me waiting in his bed for him.
D Well, well, looks like Christmas has come early
His face cracked into a broad grin and God dam it!!! I even got a sexy wink. I found myself wondering how many times he’d said that to a woman. Had they sat up demurely covering their breasts with the sheet or had they been more brazen, waiting for him sprawled back on the bed, their legs already open, their wet pussies visible, their bodies beckoning him to invade them with his amazing cock?
The bulge in his pants was a dead giveaway. He knew that what lay ahead wasn’t acceptable, maybe even illegal, definitely taboo and that it would have to remain our secret. But within the walls of our home? Well, we both knew those forbidden regulations didn’t apply.
D ‘Five minutes, so don’t start without me, eh?
Well, I could have done, easily, my cock was throbbing like crazy.
Right or wrong I imagined he must have once had the same eagerness when bedding down mom all those years ago. Getting ready to fuck her knowing they were planning on a lifetime together. Had they both been virgins? I’d never asked. But somehow it was unlikely that they would have been two innocent bodies exploring every crevice of each other, discovering what turned each other on. More likely dad would have had heaps more experience in satisfying all the girls that had gone before. Had he given mum orgasms she never dreamed possible as she surrendered herself willingly when he experimented with new techniques, positions, maybe even gameplay? I desperately hoped that all that lay ahead of us only this time it was me and I was not the innocent prey.
Dad came back into the bedroom naked, his erection leading the way. He paused, scratched his balls and ran his hand along his dick as if it was now perfectly natural to get into bed stark naked with his equally naked son.
He seemed to take a deep breath, then stepped forward and slid between the sheets, no longer awkwardly, no longer like he knew he shouldn’t be there. But all the signs were there. It was as if he knew what he wanted but was still too afraid to make the first move. So, I figured that move had to be mine and without saying anything I slid across and draped myself half over him, my cock brushing his thigh as I tilted his head towards mine and we kissed. Within seconds of my tongue searching his mouth, he responded likewise, and we were soon recapturing the dynamic of those earlier kisses, my mouth devouring his only to find the power shifting as his devoured mine.
As I slid my body over on top of him, our straining cocks brushed against each other, our arms holding each other tight as we kissed harder, moaning louder as our bodies ground together in a slow dance. The damp hair on his chest tickled against my smooth one. I could feel the power of his muscles as he held the back of my head against his face.
Fuck! This was no longer shy dad, this was dad the lover, dad the sexually aroused man kissing and caressing his own son’s body and loving it.
I gently ground my cock into his soft belly, feeling the warmth and strength of his body – a strength that no woman would ever have as I kissed his neck, his shoulders, working my way down his body. I’d already discovered having his pits licked drove him crazy and heard a long low moan as my tongue foraged in those dense dark hairs. And despite having just showered, his hint of underarm musk filled my nose, spinning my senses into a whirlpool of desire…
Dad groaned again, stretching himself out on the bed, offering his whole body to me. Then he groaned louder as my teeth found his nipples causing his powerful body to writhe under me as I alternated between soft sensual sucks and hard bites on his pecs, pecs just fleshy enough to mound into small tits, each one crowned with a dark brown nipple that hardened as I scraped them between my teeth, his deep groans turning into loud cries as I bit harder.
D FUCK! SONNN…YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
His big hand pressed my head harder against his chest.
My mouth worked its way lower and lower, kissing, licking, nibbling all the way until I was snuffling like a hound in his thick pubic bush. spitting out the odd hair as I licked around the thick root of his cock.
Now he was really getting into it. His back arched as I licked my way slowly up his shaft, my fingers tugging his foreskin down to expose his helmet causing him to pulse and release a stream of fresh precum, which I eagerly lapped up. As my lips swarmed around his bare knob he gave a higher pitched grunt as its surface brushed the inside of my cheek. I sucked as best I could with his helmet wedged in the back of my throat. Just like I had that night around the campfire. The only difference was that then dad had hardly made a sound… now he was loudly abandoning himself to the pleasure of my lips.
Looking up at him with his slimy wet dick in my fist, our eyes met. There was no hint of uncertainty in that look. And that smile was all the encouragement I needed as I tightened my lips as best I could around his dick, trying to suck and swallow at the same time as his cock pulsed and pumped more and more until I could feel a dribble of saliva and precum spill out of my mouth and soak into his bush.
D ‘WHoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa son!
Within only a few minutes dad was pushing my mouth off his cock. I was surprised that such an experienced man had such a low orgasmic threshold. Never mind. I was the expert here. So, I switched to licking the length of his veiny shaft before heading down to his balls.
Fuck! What a reaction! Dad was twisting his torso and kicking his legs out, which allowed me to wedge my knees in between his muscular thighs, his whole body was now at my mercy. I was so tempted to turn him over and repeat last night’s treat of burying my face between his buttocks in search of his asshole and I knew from the way he’d spunked all over the sheets that he’d enjoyed that first experience so much he’d be craving for more.
Surprisingly he pushed me away and sat up.
D Son, I want you to enjoy this as much as me
J How d’you mean?
What he said then made me catch my breath. I had to shake my head to make sure I’d heard what he said…
D Let me suck your cock
My cock automatically pulsed; I didn’t protest. This was a momentous step for him, and I knew it… my dad actually asking to suck his first cock and not just any guy’s cock but his own son’s.
We swapped positions quickly, my eagerness speaking for itself, and I sat up. Leaned against the bed head and spread my legs, my cock was straining upwards and already wet with precum.
He knelt there looking at it, uncertain, but determined to meet the challenge.
J It’s all yours, dad,’ (I said trying to lighten the mood.) See how I really do take after you?
There was a halfhearted laugh, and I could see he was working out how to approach it.
I shuffled down the bed to make it easier for him as he sat on the edge and cautiously wrapped his fist around my shaft. I knew he was trying to figure out his next move as prepared to become a traveler in an alien land.
Then bending over, he tentatively licked my half-revealed crown then pulled back as if he was savoring the taste.
D Not bad
He smiled then he went down again, this time scooping the strands of precum with his tongue and swallowing them. Surely, he must have been familiar with the taste, even just from licking his own fingers when he masturbated. Then his tongue made contact with one quick flick in the back of my knob that made me yell out loud.
J DAAAAAAAAAD!
I could remember the first time I’d taken a guy into my mouth so it was easy to understand how daunting it must be for him to attempt to suck on his first cock, especially when he would have known that I’d been expertly sucked off by numerous men in the past. And on top of that, he was a father sucking his own son’s penis.
He slid further down the bed, instinctively using his lips to push my frill behind the ridge of my knob, before gagging on the first two inches.
Dad drew back again.
D Sorry I guess I’m just not good as good at this as you’re used to
J It’s ok. How about I help you?
D How?
I told him to hold my cock about halfway up the shaft, that way he’d keep my foreskin back and could control how deep he was going.
J Now flick your tongue into that V at the back of my knob again
This time that lick wasn’t a tentative one and I yelled out again.
J FUCKKKKKKKKK DAAAAAAAAAD!
There was something very arousing about dad being such a willing pupil. I’d only ever had to teach one other guy how to give me a blow job, and he’d been a sixteen-year-old kid. His first time in gay bar, his first pick-up and later that night his first ever fuck. And now I was doing the same to my father.
This time he was more confident so I could relax as he got to grips, literally, with my cock and further explored it, flicking his tongue across my sensitive knob head and swallowing my juice. This time he managed 3 inches before gagging again.
How was it; that this clumsy cock sucking felt more intense than practically all the experiences I’d encountered before? Watching my dad choking himself on my cock was the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. Not forced, not persuaded, not seduced – this was my dad taking complete control of the situation and I was enjoying every second of it.
He soon picked up the skill of breathing through his nose, like I’d told him to and slowly worked his way to 4 inches. I’d had men, even a couple of twinks, swallow all my 7 thick inches and practically tickle my root with their tonsils – but this experience was one of the best. He was adorably enthusiastic, like a puppy with its first bone.
And to his credit he didn’t stop trying even when his amateur attempts to take my cock in further resulted in a few coughing fits, and within minutes, his technique was starting to improve.
I knew he’d always thought of himself as a sexual master – the number of times he’d boasted to me about how many women had succumbed to his charms. And yet no matter how many cunts he’d spread open and eaten out, or clits that he nibbled on, or tits he’d suckled, his inexperience in sucking cocks was obvious and when he forgot to breathe he gagged again. And yet that lack of expertise was more of a turn on for me than teaching that twink ever was because I knew I was leading my own father into sexual territories he’d never explored before… and now he was right there with me, step for step.
I relished the sight of his bulky body bending over mine and I felt he deserved some kind of reward.
J You know, maybe it would be easier if we had a 69’.
D You mean…?
J Climb up the bed and straddle me.
D Uh?
J I mean keep sucking me but sit on my chest
He frowned as if trying to compute a new instruction. Then his expression changed as the penny dropped and over he went, clumsily banging his calf on my head as spread his legs over me giving me another amazing view of his hairy crack.
It didn’t take dad long to get back into the rhythm, one hand holding my dick whilst his lips and tongue worked their way over it. I have to say he for a straight guy he was a fast learner. But then who knew many ‘straight’ guys had ever sucked my dick?
Without having to look down I could feel the heat of his butt as it pressed down on my chest, his fleshy cheeks spread out on the firm mounds of my pecs. It wasn’t the greatest angle so I grabbed the pillow and shoved it under my head so I could enjoy the view better.
J Sit back then dad
I said as I held his hips and gradually guided him to where I needed him to be, watching as he slowly shuffled his buttocks back towards my face. And still he continued sucking my cock. Teasing my sensitive helmet with his tongue, just the way I’d done to his.
J DADDDDD!
I couldn’t help it; the word just kept coming out loud and unexpected but it made him stop what he was doing and look over his shoulder.
D You had enough? You want me to stop?’
J No way, just keep sucking me slowly and slide back towards my face
With my hands still guiding his hips, he raised them so that his hairy asshole was exposed and as he continued to push back, his balls temptingly dangled over my nose until I could see the column of his straining cock.
I reached up and pulled it down, aiming it towards my flickering tongue and then forcing it down between my rounded lips. He got the idea and as his cock filled my mouth, I tightened my lips around the pulsing shaft and sucked it for what I was worth.
His groans of pleasure were muffled by having my own dick stuffed in his mouth and for a few minutes father and son greedily sucked each other’s cocks, our moans vibrating the length of each other’s shafts.
I had to keep a firm grip on his slippery dick as he was tending to thrust it in as if he was in mid-fuck. Hell, at that precise moment I would have happily accepted and swallowed his load, but I had more urgent plans.
Somehow, I managed to raise his hips so that his cock plopped out of my mouth and then I maneuvered myself a little further up between his thighs and I found myself staring at his muscular glutes, flexing and unflexing as he worked on my cock.
And there it was again. The scent of soap with an underlying tang of his unique musk. A smell that was too much for me to resist any longer. My tongue so needed that tight brown pucker or… did that ribbed circle need my tongue?
Either way I buried my face in his hairy crevice, not licking, not teasing but seeking out his pucker straight away, attacking it with my tongue so viciously he immediately stopped sucking me. Instead, he raised his head and let out a deep long moan, squirming his meaty butt on my face as if I was scratching an itch that he had been desperate to reach.
I flicked my tongue across the tightly rippled ring. trying to dig my way in but it was firmly closed. I tried tongue-hammering his pucker but still it didn’t yield even though I was clinging onto his upper thighs like my life depended on it with my face glued to his cheeks.
I wanted more, I lowered my head on the puffed-up pillows and yanked him back to get him to right down on my face. He seemed to fight against the pressure, so I gasped out
J Sit on my face dad, push out your butt-ring out
He wasn’t sure, so I pulled his backside down practically suffocating myself in the process. But fuck me! What a way to go eh? I knew he was scared that his weight would stop me being able to breathe, but I didn’t care if he did, scraping his ass with my teeth and pulling at the thick dark hairs. This was what I wanted. This was what I’d loved the first time Darren did it to me. Any resistance was useless, either on dad’s part or mine.
I flattened my tongue along his trench, sailing to and fro over that ribbed pucker with its vice-like entrance. I fantasized whether it would ever be capable of taking my cock inside it and more of the point, would I ever get the chance to try? With dad’s ass grinding on my face, it was all too easy to imagine actually attempting to push my cock inside his tight hole and popping his cherry. Easy to imagine too, spearing his silky chute walls then slamming into him balls-deep until the ultimate taboo thrill – his son’s sperm breeding his ass. Fuck!! I had to calm down, or I was going to blow too soon.
The more I licked, the more dad squirmed and moaned, and the more he squirmed the more his asshole twitched on my tongue… That was the only signal I needed to prize open his cheeks and push my tongue deeper inside him until it brushed red flesh hidden inside his spasming ring.
Once again, we were a mass of slurps and gasps. Both of us totally lost in the pleasure of what we were doing to each other So much so I could feel dad’s ass starting to bounce on my face as he started to wank his own cock, a motion I was quick to pick up on so that on each bounce, I rode those movements with my tongue and on the backward bounce I pressed my tongue harder until he cried out…
D SONNNNNNNNNNNNNNN’
As his tight hole yielded just enough to allow the tip of my tongue to enter him.
Suddenly, as the sensations in his butt started to ripple through his body, his moves became more assured, even needy as he sat up on his haunches and concentrated on masturbating his cock whilst simultaneously working my dick with his free hand.
I knew it was now simply a matter of who could last the longest. But from his intense groans and the uncontrolled movements of his body I could tell he was on the verge of blowing his load.
I would have given anything to see the expression on his face as the nerves in his cock began to join up with the ones in his butt, the sporadic clenching and releasing of his sphincter propelling his cum into the root of his dick, ready to blast out of the end of his knob as his hand worked faster and faster.
D Sonnn SONNNNNNN, dad’s gonna cummmmmm
He lessened the grip on my shaft as he concentrated on his own and as his body bucked and shuddered I felt the warm splats of dad’s semen rain down on my outstretched body. His ass slapping down uncontrollably into my face as he shot rope after rope after rope.
The frantic activity slowly died down and he relaxed back so much that he ended up fully sitting on my upturned face, so much that it became unbearable. I had to use my hands on his ass cheeks to lift him up slightly to take the weight off me.
That brought him to his senses and was about to climb off me, but I held his hips firmly preventing him from moving.
I managed to pant out from between his cheeks,
J Make me cum! Please dad! Make your boy cum!
Fucking hell! At this point it was everything. Father and son. Man and boy. Incest and underage. And more. So much more …
With that, I felt a firm grip on my solid cock as he started to jerk me off, my cries and whimpers muffled as he pressed his weight down on my face, my legs kicking, my body twisting continued to tug me closer and closer to cumming.
Not having the power to control my orgasm was insufferable, not even being able to tell him the state I was in because of his ass gag was intolerable but he carried on with this torture until it all became too much, and he wanked me off with urgency. Never once loosening his grip until my spurts weakened and then still continuing to milk me until it became so agonizing I had to force him to stop.
Finally, the hairy brute crawled off me, each of us panting for breath. Me waiting to see which dad had just cum all over me. Would he be back to the one that curled away guiltily into his own space? Fuck no! He was there, grinning at me and licking my cum off his fingers.
D Not bad
J As good as your own you mean?
D Jaxon!
J Oh come on, don’t tell me you’ve never tasted your own jiz
He just grinned and asking how I’d like a taste of my own, leaned over, wrapped me in his arms and pressed his cummy lips against mine in one kiss that said it all.
D Fucking hell son (he grinned) I thought I’ve experienced the best but believe me, this was the ultimate
I kissed him back, knowing that for the first time in his life he was tasting his own butt, and said this was only the beginning of what we could do together.
He kissed me again, slower this time, deeper, more tenderly than ever before.
D Does this mean I’m turning gay?
I laughed and told him not to worry about that just now then reminded him of something he’d told me when I was growing up.
J Remember when I asked you how I’d know I was ready to fuck a girl, and you said to me, ‘son, just listen to your body and it will tell you
D Sound advice, eh?
J Uhuh, and maybe that’s you’re doing now, just listening to your body
He said, ‘maybe’, then added that I’d be the only one that he’d ever want to share this kind of experience with. That was what was so confusing. He’d never had any sexual inclinations about any other guy.
J Except your buddy Greg
I laughed and playfully socked him on the jaw.
D Hey that was over 50 years ago. I’ve never told another living soul about that so I’m trusting you to keep it to yourself, ok?’
J ‘Of course, and you gotta trust me when I say I really feel we can take this further
D Further?......... You mean?
I nodded.
D Hell son, I can never see myself being open to...... you know?
J Yes dad, you say that now. But you would have said the same about me sucking and rimming you a few weeks ago wouldn’t you. This is a whole new world for both of us. All I’m saying is let’s not rule out any possibilities.
D I’m just saying, I don’t think that barrier would ever be crossed, unless......
J Unless what?
D It doesn’t matter, I can’t believe I’m even thinking it
J Thinking what?... Go on.
D Ignore me, right now I don’t know what I’m saying. Just forget I said anything OK?
J Say it dad…
D Well......., (he pulled me closer and whispered in my ear…) One of these days, I think I might want to fuck you.
He suddenly looked embarrassed at revealing his fantasy and was almost ready to apologize. I stopped him.
J Hey, I’m teasing you!! But I really think that is naturally going to be the next step. Everything has worked out so well so far, hasn’t it?
D Fuck yes!
J But dad, one thing.........
D Yeah?
J If anyone is going to get fucked, it’s going to be you first!
I stared at him waiting for him to back out. He blustered.
D No fucking way!
Then panicking about where the conversation might be leading, he jumped up and said we needed to shower.
I eagerly jumped up and followed him into the bathroom. Once again, we entered the shower cubicle together, soaping each other up and although our cocks hung limply and our sexual appetites were quenched, there was something incredibly erotic and intimate about playing with each other’s soft dicks.
And now there was a new feeling as something else took over, a feeling of contentment and love. The question of us being father and son didn’t seem to matter anymore. And if it did, it was certainly no obstacle as far as we were concerned. Afterall we were both adults.
Shit! I could never have dreamed that my fantasy of having sex with dad would have ever come true, and now we were there, and it was far better than I had ever imagined.
The only question left really was – who would top who?
