My father is around 6’ 5” tall and built like a line backer. He is hairy and tan because he’s always in the garden. In my eyes he is the perfect male, he resonates testosterone and his voice makes my knees weak. Since my mom died and my older sister moved away to college we live alone. He says that since we’re both men he doesn’t need to worry about getting dressed in the morning. He knows I’m gay and he says it doesn’t bother him. I’m his son after all. Every morning I get to see his huge cock swinging freely, uncut, around 8” – soft. Almost every night I dream of sucking that monster, and almost ever morning I wake up with damp boxers. This is the story of the morning my dreams came true and then some.

I was sitting at the breakfast table waiting for my turn to shower, the cat curled in my lap purring loudly as I scratched just right behind her ear. “Morning son.” My father boomed, coming in from the garden. “Hey dad,” I reply casually.

He heads to the bathroom and comes rushing back. “Did you remember to set the clocks back last night?” He asks suddenly. “Shit!” I answer jumping to my feet, sending the cat indignantly to the floor. “We’re gonna need to shower together if we’re both gonna get one in before they turn off the water to install the new irrigation system I ordered.” He says, already stripping. I go white as a sheet. “No time to just stand there son, get a move on!” He says pulling me towards the bathroom. I shuck my shirt and boxers and step into the shower after him.

The water is hot, my dad likes it hotter than I do, but I don’t complain, just being this close to him while we’re both naked feels like a dream come true. After a few minutes he asks if I can get his back and then offers to get mine. I nearly melt as his huge, calloused hands glide across my back, for a moment I swear he is lingering just above my butt longer than is strictly necessary, but then he moves on, actually groping my butt with his huge soapy hands. My dick goes rock hard. “I know you always stare at me son. I know what you dream about at night. You should have told me sooner.” He says quietly, his deep voice rumbling through my ear causing my body to shudder in anticipation.

I take half a step back and feel his shaft slide up the small of my back slightly. “I’m sorry daddy. I was afraid you’d never want to speak to me again.” I said looking down. I turned and looked up at him. “May I?” I ask, my hands raised hesitantly on either side of his monstrous cock. “I won’t speak to you again if you don’t.” he said with a loving chuckle. I kneel down smiling besides my self, his huge uncut cock, dripping wet right in front of my face. It’s so big and heavy it can’t stand straight out like mine does. I lift it up and pull the foreskin back, sliding my tongue over the mushroom head. Letting the foreskin side back over the head and my tongue I caress his head with my tongue pinned down by his foreskin. His head rolls back as his hand cups the back of my head. I lick his piss slit slide the behemoth cock into my mouth, deep throating him. He gasps and asks where I learned to do that. I ignore the question and guide him into fucking my throat, soon he is thrusting away, his huge fingers wound into my hair, holding my head in place. I moan as he fucks my throat anticipating the forbidden nectar I’m about to intake. He stops, pulling all the way out and tells me to stand up.

He bends down and kisses me, his thick tongue exploring my mouth. His hands are on my hips rubbing and pulling me close. He breaks the kiss. “Oh daddy…” I breathe, my head falling back slightly as he kisses my neck, his stubble gouging my sensitive skin like sand paper, His hot tongue flicking against my nipple. I moan “Daddy…” and wrap my arms around his thick neck. He grabs me gently by the waist and pulls me up, my legs wrapping around his waist. I feel his pulsating cock sliding along my ass crack. Gently he bites a nipple. “Nnng! Fuck me…” I whisper into his ear. “Fuck me tender and slowly daddy; show me I’m not still dreaming.” I look into his eyes for a moment before he kisses me again.

Repositioning himself I feel his now slippery, soapy cock head pressed hard against my ass hole. I gasp. “Still think you’re dreaming ***?” He asks, nipping my earlobe. I gasp again, moaning like a girl. “No…. fuck me please!” I breathe wanting it so badly. His hands shift on my waist positioning me better for his entry, my breath catches in my throat as I feel that huge mushroom head slip into me. I push down wanting the entire monster inside me. Soon I get my wish, my guts feel as though they’re being rearranged, his massive cock ramming in and out of me. I scream passionately meeting him half way for most of the thrusts. His huge balls slapping against my ass with each thrust, his fingernails biting into my hips. My cock finding wonderful friction against his hairy abs I shoot a load in between us, coating his stomach thoroughly. Moments later I feel the jets of searing hot cum lacing my innards and cum again when he pulls me as close as he can.

We exchange murmurs of love and wash each other quickly so we can be ready when the sprinkler guys come. We never actually speak of the shower incident until two weeks later while watching television one night. Once he was sure I didn’t feel used we proceeded to make love on a regular basis. Perhaps another tale can be told another night. Sweet dreams everyone.