Hello and thank you for reading this fantasy story. Feel free to email if you have any feedback. My first attempt at an erotic story being influenced by author Bill Drake - check out his stories. Before publishing, this story had been sitting in a file for two years. I myself had enjoyed it, and felt that if I could enjoy it over and over, so could someone else.
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My Dad sucks.
He wears crocs.
Socks with sandals.
He even had some tape holding his glasses.
He tells cringy jokes, simplistic but somehow mind numbing. Behind his goofy antics was a well built body. Muscular arms and legs, slight beer belly but didn’t matter. Goatee slightly graying. Deep brown eyes. Hungry mouth.
My Dad sucks.
He’d make jokes about us dating.
He’d wink at me and make me laugh.
He has a very handsome wolf like squinty eye smile. Creepy to some but he’ll back off it you tell him.
He doesn’t mean to be, he’s just very versatile.
once I turned 18 he brought up sex regularly in our private conversations. He admitted that he gave a great massage, and it would be great for my muscles after football practice at college.
But conversations evolve and I never knew it was aimed at one subject til my 21st birthday.
The first time on my 21st birthday at college, dorm to myself but we wound up at a really nice hotel room dad rented. He came right out and offered me a BJ, telling me it’s not weird since we are related. Neither of us can get pregnant, and we both knew our sexual history, our partners. Mom apparently knew about Dads escapades, to an extent. She was okay with him sucking off a guy if he promised to not bring any diseases to her. She was okay with bjs, not any anal. She was okay not knowing who they were as long as the loads dad was swallowing were clean.
I was shocked but intrigued. He never tried anything with me when I was a kid. He knew I was interested in guys but hadn’t made up my mind yet. So I gave in as long as he gave me that massage he bragged about. And boy did he deliver. He got out a special table, oils and lotions, candles. I realized it was the deep tissue college text book mom had around.
My Dad sucks.
After getting into my muscles like a pro, he did fully body not being inappropriate. Respecting boundaries which made me all the more horny when he had me on my back, in my boxers, slick with coconut oil and sweat to start very sensually massaging my pecs, and flicking at my nipples. “Hey” his voice calling gently from near my crotch. We made eye contact. He smiles and I could feel my body go hot. He broke our eye contact. Looked at my boxers, then back up at me and winked. “Wanna sample your dads famous ‘’mouth massage’”? And I gave in. He pushed pass the button opening taking me into his silky mouth.
My Dad sucks,
And it’s better than pussy. He made me say it. He egged me on. Suckles on my nuts, letting his - as he said it - “grandkids boil”. Jesus fucking Christ. I could’ve blown right then but then he brought me back. Edging with his mouth. He just kept sucking, at my young dumb full of cum dick. Finally he pushed me over the edge, telling me over and over in between bobs of his head that he quote, “wanted to meet his grandkids”. I’ve never cum so hard.
No matter how many ropes I shot his mouth was endlessly hungry and wanting more. He loved keeping me in his mouth. I’d stay hard from the conversation in between bobs. This would be our new tradition. Whenever we had spare time I was in his mouth. Marathon suck sessions, telling mom and friends we were camping or something. We did a road trip to Vegas, stayed at a nice hotel overlooking the strip, held up in the hotel room all night while my dad drained me dry. Load after load.
We’d ante up the dirty talk. Sometimes he’d put on straight porn and egg me on while watching it. “Bet that pussy is wet and tight, right champ?”. He’d then go back to bobbing on my cock. After a while I didn’t need the porn and the dirty talk was enough.
My dad sucks cock
And it’s better than pussy I must admit.
I love feeling my smooth cum reservoirs slap freely against the hairy chin of my own father. His grunts as his tongue explores the underside of my dick, feeling his hot breath coming in and out of his nostrils against my pubic hair. “Eat my cum Dad”, I whisper. My balls tense up. His saliva now mixes with his own sons semen, a hot gooey load shoots against his tongue, back molars, and tonsils. He grunts as he swallows spurt after spurt of his own sons cum.
My dad sucks, and he swallows with pride.
We eventually anted up the dirty talk to vocalize what we were doing, when alone of course. “Gonna get every drop out of those balls son”, he’d wink and give me a devilish grin. When he’d get me in his mouth further vocalization, “Son, your cock tastes amazing”. This was combined with more sexualize messages from him, flat out sending me a mouth and eggplant emoji, with the smiley drool face that means hungry. Or a vaguely detailed one, “Hey sport, have to meet your mom early. So we only have an hour. Ideally we can knock this out as fast as you care, but if it’s the long route an hour is all we have. Short or fast happy to help you get what you need.” If short he’d help me build up tension. Complimenting me, my body, sending me hot pics of women to get me on fire. When in his mouth my focalization’s continued : “Thank you, Dad”, “Thank you for sucking my dick”. He’d go deeper, the dirtier the talk, the more his mouth opened up like soaking wet pink pussy. “Your mouth is better than pussy, Dad”. That got him even hornier. The more direct and aggressive, more offensive and taboo, the more enthusiasm I got from his hungry mouth. Sometimes it would border on stupid. Then we added poppers and all went to shit. Ha. Couple times we went too far but brought it back. Once we almost went a week without talking but then bounced back and just agreed to not talk about it again. Nobody got hurt, except our ego lol. I just really like telling my dad to suck me off, I like telling him his mouth is better than pussy, I love mounting his face and making him gag. I pretended his spit and saliva sputtering out was akin to a pussy squirting. When on my back I loved feeling his saliva slip between and surprise my nerve endings by my butthole, it made my cock harder.
My Dad sucks, and I love the big lug.
At the end of the day we are just two adult age consenting pervs who happened to be related. We both get something mutually beneficial out of it. Holding onto societal standards is overrated. Casual sex is underrated. How many straight dudes have fucked a female relative? How many mom son’ fantasies are there? How man “mother daughter” erotica exists - both high production and fantasy written works? Give me a break. I’m not going to be ashamed that I’m turned on by my Dad. Could be a lot worse. I’m an adult, so is he. Nobody is perfect. We’re all human. My Dad just happens to have a deep wet warm hungry mouth, a thirsty gullet that wants the baby batter in his sons balls. Yeah I’m only human, I wanted to feel myself balls deep in my dads mouth, feeling him gag a bit to let me in further. Only human, I love the how the back of my dads throat feels. Being able to be intimate with someone I love, between every bob of his head quietly furiously proclaiming “Love you Dad”. Fucking his manly hairy body by his mouth only. Sometimes I told him I was “gonna knock that pussy up” right before erupting in his thirsty hairy handsome Dad gullet.
Months went by, at least a couple hundred of loads. I’m now at the point where every last one goes in his mouth. I noticed he kept bulking his muscles, the last 3 he’d have me cum in his meal prep. That’s when I asked him why. Was shocked by his honesty. “Protein is hard to absorb, but in semen it’s structured better”, he said adamantly. I almost felt dizzy at this point : was I my Dads health supplement?! The answer was yes, he just didn’t know I’d be so into the taboo of the act. It’s hard finding guys for regular play who don’t bring diseases. I didn’t truly believe until one night he had his protein drink ready, dressed for the gym. He pushed me over which told me he wanted a fast load, for that he’d keep working my pecs and nipples. I emptied and he immediately chugged his first protein shake. He had his second ready, usually had raw eggs in it - he called it his “healthy milkshake” (no lie it made it taste better). He swallowed my baby batter and said thx. Invited me along to the gym. I decided to go. Had a thrill doing my own exercises so I could low key gawk at what a stud my dad is. Knowing that in his stomach my cum was digesting into that hunk of a man, I threw hard again.
