A night to remember
The three following days were very similar. On Friday I remembered he took long to wake up and I wanted him awake and decided to suck his cock. After half a minute sucking, I noticed he’d opened his eyes.
-Morning, dad.
.Good morning, Justin. Oh what a good way to start the days. And the best is noticing you’re finally calm enough with your father to do with him absolutely anything you want. You can go on, Justin. I really love you.
It was wonderful to wake my father up with a blowjob. I wanted to spend the whole day with the taste of my father’s wonderful cock in my mouth, and the taste of his semen which he spilled soon. And next, before getting out of our tents, he kissed me fondly. I told him that before swimming or any other thing I needed to stroll down the riverbank for a while. I’ll put on my speedo in case I found somebody.
And I walked and walked for hours, not knowing what I was walking for. All I knew is I needed to reflect about something and finally I found a trunk between some dunes and sat there. Instantly I had the temptation to jerk myself off and I started, but something went wrong. I simply couldn’t. Why couldn’t I wank over my father now? He was so sweet, so affectionate and besides he had such a hot body that he allowed me to play with, so I should really wank over him, but I couldn’t. and suddenly I saw it. I’d never felt anything similar before so that’s why it took me so long to see it. I loved Tristan Burgess. So that was it! I was deep in love with my own father. Well, he loved having sex with me, but he’s a heterosexual man so ok, as far as this long weekend lasts I’ll keep on having sex with him, but later I’ll have to stop so as not to hurt him.
Downcast I took the road back. I couldn’t find him anywhere. I left my speedo in the tent again and was looking for him for a quarter of an hour. There were some pines far from the riverbank and our tent and finally I saw him there but couldn’t believe what I was seeing. He was fucking himself with a pine branch!
-Come closer, Justin. You’ve taken so long to return that I was missing you, my dear son, and missing the thrill of your dick in daddy’s ass so I also strolled till I found the branch of this pine and thought I’d fuck myself with it.
-Then let’s do it now the other way round, dad and fuck me as you are fucked.
He agreed and of course it was me now who fucked myself on his cock. I did every move. I already knew I loved him and I’d taken the bitter decision not to have any more sex with my father when these four days finished, but I would take advantage of these days to do everything with that hot man I had for a father. I was used to having my ass filled with things, especially branches and now I needed the dick of Tristan Burgess. Again I noticed how funny it was for him to fuck his son and he yelled like crazy for getting used to the same fun I often enjoyed: having a branch inside him. I thought again that I was hurting my father, making him desire what he’d never before desired: sex with a boy, but it was so hot to feel him moving rhythmically inside me as if in a swing. He was so stoked that he came soon and he would tell me later it had been his best orgasm ever. He now wanted to have trees often fucking him.
We continued three more days doing everything with each other but he told me he found me melancholic. I answered telling him it was nothing. I was lying of course. At nights we always sang with my father playing the guitar but the last night he was specially tender with me and we also had a long conversation. He spent a good long while talking about my mother and my eyes were moist, then he asked me a lot of things about my happy past with my father, of the time before I discovered sex and knew I was an anal freak and we were talking about many things of my school time and also of the cats I used to have. Everything made me cry and I wept a little again and he looked at me and was worried.
Later in the tent we had a lot of sex and Tristan Burgess used to ask me to fuck him increasingly more and more. I didn’t know what to do. I think we should stop but at last I always did what he asked me.
So it was that the last night I noticed him especially sweet with me in our usual long foreplay of kissing and touching. His hands came down my whole body and he seemed to never desire to stop touching his son. We started at last to jack each other off as every night but suddenly I noticed with astonishment that he had started to suck my cock.
-I can notice, Justin, that for whatever reason you enjoy having sex with me but you won’t desire sex with me once we return home. So before we leave the river I also had to do this: my God, such a good taste! A pity you want to stop for I can tell you now I’d love to suck your cock every day of my life.
He was being so good, God! It was impossible I could love him more, so naturally he was giving me his first blowjob ever, and not only that, he didn’t neglect my balls either and returned slowly up my shaft and took so long in my glans before swallowing my whole cock again that he convinced me he’d never licked such delicious candy and he wanted to spend his whole life savouring me, he told me. What could I do? If I let him continue his incestuous lust, I would be hurting him. If I didn’t allow him to continue, I would hurt him too. So unexpected this blowjob had been that I had to warn him to take his mouth off my cock for I was cumming. He just told me, never withdrawing his mouth, he wanted to savour his son’s juice so I was red when I realized my father was already drinking my semen. I could do no other thing.
-How tasty it was, Justin, and how I would like you to allow me to suck your cock more often.
-Fuck me now dad, please.
I didn’t have to turn since he’d told me he wanted to look into my eyes. He already knew this was the fun his son preferred. It was so sweet and so erotic! Yes, I would have to reconsider some things, for I knew my father also loved being inside me and I thought whether it would be fair to not allow him to do this to me anymore. I wish we would continue but I didn’t want him to do any gay things, I mean I would be calm if I constantly gave him blowjobs or my ass to fuck, but not the other was round. I was thinking about all this and enjoying again my hot father’s hot dick inside me when he spoke.
-I feel like singing now, Justin. I just ask you to carefully pay attention to the lyrics, for every word I mean it, it’s not just a song.
He was lovingly looking into my eyes then and he suddenly sang part of Don’t close your eyes tonight. With his wonderful voice I heard then.
-Look me in the eyes, tell me what you see
I’m the one who loves you, I’m the one who needs you
Make this one for me…
And of course after having sung those words, again I noticed my ass was damp with the river from my father’s cock, the perfect river to swim after now, for I believed him! He’s meant the words he’d just sung. He was in love with me.
-Fuck me again, Justin, and as you fuck me, we can talk.
So now with no hesitation I plunged my cock in the wet cavity of dreams, my father’s ass, which also wanted to be damp with his son’s juice. As I fucked him, he told me.
-I really love, Justin, and what happened to you these days is that you love me, isn’t it?
-I do love you, dad, I really do.
-So since you love me and I love you, could you call me Tristan?
-Tristan –the first time I uttered my father’s name was with my cock deep in his ass, digging a wider hole and I was crying my eyes out-, I was suffering these days because I thought I was really hurting my father. But now I understand that you love me and I would really hurt you unless I accept anything your pure heart wants, Tristan.
-Do you think a father and his son can become a couple? I need no cunts now, Justin, my love, believe me, I just need your dick, well, and your body, your mouth, your hands, your heart… I’d like to be your boyfriend.
-Then you’re my boyfriend, Tristan. You will never suffer. I’ll always be here for you. But before living the joy of the rest of our lives, this is a night to remember, the night we are becoming engaged. So don’t close your eyes tonight, Tristan.
-Let it be me, Justin, not just a fantasy, let it be me tonight.
And it was me who again watered his crack, the first love shower and I told him the night had not yet finished and now I was gonna suck his cock.
Not only I felt now that whenever I wanted to suck that wonderful cock, I would always have my father’s permission to do it, but also the permission of the man I loved, of the man who loved me. Again allowed to savour the tastiest candy, as I was doing it, I had to scream.
-Now it’s not holes that I need, Tristan, my love, I need a man, a man’s body. Yeah, now I know I love boys and I love you dad, and how sweet it is that our hearts have finally met, that we are one now.
-I love you, Justin Burgess –he yelled as he was flooding my stomach with the first love fountain.
The idyllic four days had come to an end but we would now start our couple life at home. I was not sad when we finally left that oasis, the river for we would continue at home, never tired of exploring each other, of getting a complete carnal knowledge.
Sometimes both of us returned to the river and we still have the habit of fucking trees or being fucked by them, but I kissed my plush toys goodbye for now as I had told Tristan, my boyfriend, is not only holes, it’s the greatest and sweetest act of love, heart to heart, deep love soul to soul, nothing better then sex and love man to man.
Freedom can move your life and it can be seen even in the hardest conditions, together with love and friendship, happiness and beauty. Have a look at the life of eight beggars who live together at: https://luces-delatierra.blogspot.com/ or in English at: https://lightsoftheearth.blogspot.com/
