I could not believe what was before my very eyes—my dad dripping with water, naked, and showing his muscular body, in all its glory. I was in disbelief. I thought this another one of my wet dreams; of course, in my wet dreams his body was never palpable. I rubbed my eyes with the certainty that the figure before me was nothing but a figment of my imagination. I was dead wrong. He smiled devilishly and his smirk belied a humor and desire I did not grasp. Fortunately, seeing my dad naked in the shower was something I was already prepared for. He did not speak to me. He just let me stare wide-eyed and mouth open, not in shock but in anticipation of my joy. As soon as I realized this was not a dream, I headed for the door. My dad stopped me dead in my tracks with a few words: “where are you going son? Don’t you like what you see? By the looks of it, I say you do.” I stammered a few words of incoherence, “dad, I am sorry. I have to go.” my dad went on to say, “By the looks of your hard on, you have a strong inclination, if not lust, for your old man. Do not worry, son. I have caught those glimpses in those sweet eyes, but I was never sure until right now.” My thoughts ran wild with imagination.

I was not prepared for what happened next; he takes a hold of my arm and brings me in for a hug—what a terrible time to have nothing on but boxers! I feel his smooth wet skin press up against me, and to my surprise, my penis grows in size and manages to stain my boxers with my own seed. The tight grip my dad had on me did not make me blind or stupid about his erect penis pressing up against my own. His hands start to caress my back and gently work their way down my ass; my dad whispers, “do you want to join me in the shower, son?” my reply was only a nod in the affirmative and the look that said this is what I have wanted all of my life. I eagerly stepped out my boxers and the thumping of my heart only makes me want to be in the shower, with my dad, even more.

The lukewarm water was a nice relief to my over blushed body. My dad merely embraced me from behind, not with force but with the gentleness of a lover. He and I stood on equal grounds: we both had a nice muscular built frame, a height of 6 ft, brown hair, soft light brown eyes, he was sparsely furry, and we both had an 8.5 in uncut penis. Besides the remark ability of our bodies, my intense desire to have sex with the man, I had loved from afar, left me in a euphoric state. He gently but firmly took grasp of my fully erect penis, pulling back the shaft and exposing the head, my heart raced with excitement and anticipation. He slowly began to stroke my penis back and forth it was nice to be able to feel a man’s hand other than my own. I started to moan in pleasure, not only was he stroking my penis, when he inserted his finger into my anus, he found my g-spot.

The pleasure alone from my g-spot was enough to make my penis climax and squirt with force a few loads of my seed. My dad waited for me to calm down and the words he spoke, not father to son but those of a lover, encouraged me more than I know: “Josh, you are the man I have hoped you would become. Your love shows me that we are and always will be lovers from this day onward. His embrace loosened and I turned to face him; he embraced me once more, and our lips met with a passion I had never known. I lost myself everything around me seemed to disappear in our passionate kiss. Our lips parted and I said, “I love you and I always will.” my dad replied, “I know. I love you more than you can know.” We traded positions and I now embraced him from behind. The feel of his body made my own course with a flood of testosterone.

I took a gentle but firm grasp of his erect penis, and I could tell this was something he had always wanted. I began by gently inserting my finger into his anus; his moan assured me I had found his g-spot. After finding g-spot, I began to stroke back and forth his penis. His moans intermingled with the word “faster” told me he was about to climax. The force and the quick succession of each load assured me I had correctly stroked his penis. I could feel his penis finally calming down; the g-spot greatly improved the hand job. I started to press my body up against his with greater force, but I wanted everything; I could not get enough of my dad. The feel of his body pressed tightly up against mine was more than I could bear. The feel of his muscular body in my hand excited me. I had never been with a man before. Moreover, here was my dad, a man’s man, about to make love to his one and only son. I asked with the tender sweetness of a neglected lover, “Make love to me. I want you to love me the way I have always loved you.” he replied with another passionate kiss.

My dad’s kiss left me lusting after him. He asked me to lie down on my back; I could feel the water blurring my vision. My dad began to descend gradually until the full force of his weight was on top of me. He smiled once more, a devilishly handsome smile. While on top of me, he pushed back my hair and teased me with his lips. He said, “Out of all of the men I have ever been with, I have never experienced such passion in one kiss and such pleasure in one hand job, as I have today. You truly are a magnificent lover and if this is any indication of what sex will be like, I cannot wait.” he looked taken aback when he saw in my expression a feeling of jealousy with tint of hurt that can only be experienced by a recent lover. “Joshua, what is the matter?” he asked with a puzzled face. A tear brimmed out of the corner of my eye, but thankfully, he did not see it. I tried to push him off me and I found his weight was more than I could lift.

He sensed my rejection and finally understood my sudden change of mood. I merely replied in an indignant tone, “Why don’t you go back to one of those other men you love so much? It is quite clear that you are only interested in me because I can provide you with sexual relief. Now, get off of me!” he seemed to enjoy my struggle; he merely pressed his body weight with greater force upon me. I could tell this excited him because I could feel both of our erect penises rubbing up against one another. His amusement in my struggle only managed to irritate me further. “Would you stop wriggling around so much”, he commanded in a fatherly tone. He continued to say, “If I only wanted you for sex, I would have invited you to my bed a long time ago. Do you think you are the only one to feel jealousy? How do you think I felt when you had that friend of yours over? I knew what you two were doing. I wanted to wait and see whether your feelings were like my own: passionate, amorous, and full of a lust driven by those raging hormones, which make me find you the most attractive man on the planet.”

“You are and always will be the only man I will ever love and whose love I would want. I think your kiss, embrace, and sexual stimulation speak of feelings that run more deep than you or I care to admit to. If I am mistaken, I will ignore this and pass it off as mere curiosity, but if that is not the case, let me take you in my arms and make love to you like no man has done before.” I stopped resisting and let his body pin me down. I wanted to embrace my dad, my lover. I took his face and brought it close to my own; once again, our lips met with the same passion under the running water. He gently began to run his mouth over my body. First, stopping at my chest and nibbling at my nipples. I could feel them become more erect, and I felt a strange pleasing sensation as my nipples became erect. He worked his way down from my chest to my abdomen, meanwhile the water ran down our bodies, he continued until he once again arrived at my penis. It grew erect and firm, as his mouth approached. He paused for a second, before taking my penis into his mouth. Once again, I experienced the ecstasy of pleasure as he, with a slow and rhythmic motion, took my penis into his mouth; I could feel the saliva softening my penis; I wanted him to take in my entire penis. I began to thrust with my hips but somehow this was not enough. I placed my hands over his head and made him take my penis with greater speed.

I did not cum as fast as before, which was a relief; this time I wanted to enjoy it as much as possible. I began to feel the climax and with greater I shot several loads of cum into his mouth. He readily devoured my seed and kept my penis in his mouth until he had sucked every drop. My heart raced with a wild and lustful excitement. The look of utter pleasure, with that devilish grin, told me there was still more in store. He wanted me to lie on top of him, so I traded spots and he lay flat on his back. He said, “Lets take a minute, I want to catch my breath” he motioned me to lie my head down on his chest. I could feel his heart racing and it made my excitement grow. While the cool water ran down our bodies, I perceived a new change come over my dad a pensive mood. I enquired, uncertain what to expect “is everything okay, dad?” he lay still, merely giving me a cursory glance from the corner of his eye. I began to caress his firm muscular body; just the touch of it assured me this was real.

I began to nibble his nipples, his sparsely haired chest did not bother me, under my teasing touch they grew firm and erect; I began to play with them, but my dad brought me, once again, to his face. He gently caressed my back, feeling scrutinizing every inch of it, with the lustful and tender passion of a lover. I brought his face, with my two hands, close to my own and embraced his lips with a repressed passion. The feel of his passion and caress made the world melt away. In that instant, the only thing I knew was my dad and I were lovers. His lips and tongue probed and searched my own with a passionate force—a euphoric state. I longed to embrace him, our cocks rubbing against one another, he whispered, barely audible, “Josh, I want to make love to you. Do you want to make love to me?” I replied, with a soulful gaze, “Yes!”

He asked me to lay flat on my stomach. I readily complied. My heart’s wish and deepest desire to have my dad embrace me as his equal. I asked, rather naively, “Is it going to hurt?” he replied, “only a little. Nothing you can’t handle.” He began by spreading my cheeks and letting the water moisten my anus. He slowly began to tease me with his cock: my own grew fully erect. He put all of his body weight on top of me, and he slowly pushed his cock in; I could not believe the discomfort, but I instinctively felt my muscles tightening around his cock. He pushed past my instinctive reflexive and managed to push all of his cock inside me. My discomfort grew by degrees but there was a gradual pleasure that I could not deny. My dad began to thrust with a more rhythmic motion and incrementally picked up speed. With his weight on top of me, close to my ear, he said, “I want go faster and harder.” I merely thrust my ass into his cock.

True to his word, his speed gained an animal like prowess; I was overwhelmed but the satisfaction was enough to leave me craving more. At one point, I even moaned and screamed, “Fuck me! Oh god, daddy, fuck me!” he was only to willing to comply. The rhythmic thrust of my ass and his cock ramming with full force could lead towards one thing, the climax. His speed told me he was about to cum; he managed to increase his speed, and I felt the warm sensation of the hot cum in my ass. His cock was pulsating with the excitement of ejaculation. He slowly began to withdraw his cock, however, my muscles tightened, and I was not ready to let him go. With a racing heart, he flipped me over, once again, he was on his back and I on top of him. He smiled and kissed me; I asked, “lets take this to bed. I want us to make love in it.” could

I got up with great alacrity, turned off the running water, and gave my dad a hand. I reached for the towel but my dad got to it before I did; he enveloped me in it and began to dry me off—the feel of his lustful caress was enough to make my penis erect. My dad playfully took my dick in his hand and began to massage my balls. Having dried me off, I returned the favor and enveloped my dad in the towel. I lost control of my inhibitions: I caressed lustfully his cock and nipples with my hand. At my touch, both his cock and nipples became firm. I could not help myself, and I began to jack my dad off. He was slow to cum but he eventually climaxed and stained the towel. With my arms embracing him, he led me towards the bedroom. The blinds were drawn, clothes dirty and clean thrown about, and bed undone, I was amazed with the lack of disorganization. I gently shoved my dad onto the bed and he smiled and said, “Slow down tiger, we have all the time in the world.” I jumped on top of him and kissed him. When I awoke in the morning, my dad next to me, both us naked, with his arms around and me, and his flaccid cock in between my cheeks, I wondered in stupefaction, “had all of this really happened? I merely allowed myself to be embraced and continued to lie in bed with my dad.”