CHRIS WAKES UP
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I’ve had a nightmare like many other nights. Again I dreamt about my awful two years in drugs. Harrowing images came to my mind once and again, and I saw my veins bleeding and me bleeding myself to death. But the worst was imagining myself as a killer, for inviting some of my friends to drugs could have killed them. After waking up startled I knew well I would not be able to sleep easily and I left the bed and went to the living room, where I guessed my father would be watching TV as usual. I had the habit of going to him and sleeping on his body. He was my pillow but he first would calm me down.
In fact Abner Ayres was as usual on the couch. He was in fact watching TV, or that I thought, in a very low volume but when he saw me, he muted the TV and changed channel. He started watching now a basketball match. That was not what he had been watching obviously.
My father worked now at a zoo, feeding the animals. He was 47 and was one of the main zookeepers. He didn’t need to be very clean and the fact is he used to stink, but I never minded the way he smelled and I came to sleep with him.
-Hi Chris. Another nightmare? –he asked me.
-Yes, dad, and again with drugs and blood. I’m startled. Can I sleep a while on the couch next to you?
-Of course you can. You fortunately left drugs two years ago and that’s time enough to know you’re already rehabilitated. Soon you won’t have those nightmares, you’ll see. Come and sleep with me.
So I approached him and my head soon rested on his chest. I was soon drowsy but not asleep. I’m Chris Ayres and I had started studying medicine. I wanted to become an orthopedic specialist. I was 27 now but my time in the world of drugs had made me very slow in my studies. I was nearly finishing but I still had six failed subjects to pass.
I was used to sleeping first on my father’s chest and next unconsciously I slipped till I ended resting my head on my father’s crotch. He was sitting on the couch just with a white undershirt and his briefs, no shoes. His masculine scent was strong, but I didn’t mind and it was a smell I was familiar with, and I liked sleeping next to him and feel secure and cozy like a baby and he started to hug my shoulders and massage me gently down my arms, something he used to do. Of course I soon noticed an increasing bulge on his briefs but I simply thought that was caused by the pressure of my head. It had happened before; it was not the first time.
My eyes were close, so I think my father believed I was already asleep and I suddenly noticed two things: he stopped watching basketball and now resumed what he had been watching and I noticed how the bulge where my head was lying suddenly increased. And now he played what was obviously a porn movie. It had a very low volume, but even so I was able to hear a man’s voice saying: “suck my cock” and to my surprise I heard another masculine voice answering: “right now, Sir”. Was my father watching a gay porn movie? Of course I would not object to his being gay, if he really was, but was he?
The second thing I noticed was my father’s hand sliding slowly down my back and soon it was unmistakably touching my ass. It was a slow groping of my ass, but obvious and soon he started touching my crack a bit, never entering his finger. Certainly my pajama pants were broken enough so my hole could be seen. I should buy some new pajamas soon. But now his finger around my hole never stopped and surrounded my entire hole with undeniable lust.
I should have got angry at him, shouldn’t I? But it was impossible to get angry at Abner Ayres. The first thing I thought was poor dad. Of course I knew nothing of his sexual life, but my mother had left him seven years ago and I thought he hadn’t had any sex in all that time. I wasn’t sure whether he could feel attracted to boys but it was something as simple as that he was watching a gay porn movie; he had seen his son’s ass and had suddenly felt like touching it erotically. I knew he would never rape me, I knew I was everything for him, just as he was everything for me and my deep affection for my father wasn’t lost then, but paradoxically was increased. So I thought I’d better feign sleep and never let him know I was perfectly aware of what he was doing.
For years, Abner Ayres had been the rock of my security. He’d always cared for me, given me wonderful advice about everything, and even if he did not know anything about orthopedics, he helped me in my studies. And my two awful years in drugs, he’d been constantly by me, taking me to therapy, accompanying me there and in my continuous visits to doctors and really helped me cure. And if one day I had some more relapses, I know he’d be there.
I only thought “have fun, dad”, I know you will never go any further and if suddenly you like touching your son erotically, I’ll let you, simple as that. I only had to be very careful that he never knew that I know what he’s doing. I was thinking whether it would not be better to one day ask him about his sexual life, for in case he was gay, he could tell me and I’d show him my deep respect and strong appreciation.
At the same time my father’s finger kept on carefully touching my hole, I was aware that I was getting hard, but I believed in the position I was, my father could not feel my boner. I’d never had anything similar to a gay experience, but I was aware I was hard with the way my father touched. His finger never entered my crack but I soon learnt to love having a finger groping my ass, something I could never have expected. My father was very careful not to wake me up, for he thought I was asleep and I even pretended I was snoring, so he just tentatively enjoyed his son’s body.
And suddenly I noticed he’d even taken his dick out and was jacking off. I was sure of it when I sensed a stronger smell of his manhood. As best I could, I opened my eyes a crack and really saw my father’s dick, a medium-sized dick, but very hard now. And I thought: “my dear dad, do absolutely anything you want. I’m totally hard now and even have some tears in my eyes. So keep on having the fun of wanking with your son. You have no sex and I’m more than willing to allow you this funny experience, for I’m even enjoying the fact that you’re masturbating as you touch me. I like you, dad; I’m so grateful to you. And I want to keep on sleeping over your body more days, so I will always allow you and will pretend I am asleep.”
But I suddenly took a decision. I had to face the new situation, face the fact that my father lusted for me now and I had to show him that not only did I mind but I was comfortable with his feelings and I had so much to thank him. I’d grant him now gratitude, sweetness and affection. Besides the smell of his masculinity was something that was also calling me. So with no hesitation and in a sudden move, I took my father’s cock in my mouth, willing to suck it.
-Chris, what the fuck are you doing? Please stop.
-I’m gonna suck your cock, dad. It has a surprisingly good taste and I have to show you how much I like you.
-But are you gay?
-I’m not dad –I said with difficulty, having his cock in my mouth- but I’ll finish you off.
-Oh, Chris, you have no need to do this. Please stop.
