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Well, I never knew, and I certainly wasn"t expecting. You see, my whole
life I always knew I was gay. I never knew why, but I always knew I was. I don"t
know how to explain it, but since I was very young, since the day I first opened
my eyes and saw the world for the first time... I"m sorry. These must be the
details that really bore you. The thing I want to tell you about today is
something that happened to me not too long ago.
I kinda blush to admit, but I I have to tell you that my dad is a good looking
guy. It sounds weird, doesn"t it? Some nineteen year old kid telling the world
that his dad looks hot. Who says that?
Anyway, if that desn"t tell you I mean it then nothing will. So, this is how it
all happened...
For my eighteenth birthday, I bugged my parents for a credit card. They had
always told me before that I wasn"t ready for one and that I would blow all of
"their" money on crap for myself... and they weren"t wrong. But that doesn"t
mean I didn"t want it,right? They had given me a computer for my room a couple
years earlier, and this time I was more than anxious to use it.
You see, I had been searching online for all of the gay sites that offered some
free video for gay porn, and after exhausting every search I could find that
gave me any kind of free three-second image, I was ready to pay for the real
thing. I had jerked off to so many pictures that my left hand was getting
chaffed from clicking the mouse while my right was.. well, on the meat so to
say.
Anyway, my chair was getting sticky at this point, and I wanted something that
would let me sit back and really beat it till I came good and hard.
Well, come my birthday I was happy to see that my my parents had given me the
credit card that I had begged for, and as I took it in my hand, I almost grabbed
my cock in anticipation of what was "coming" to me.
That same night, I wasted no time in getting on line, looking up jocks and
twinks and big huge cocks until I thought I would finally explode the right way.
That"s when I saw it.
I saw a link for an online gay hookup service. For a second I hesitated... until
I remembered my parents liquor stash under the glass cabinet in the living room.
I remembered that there were a lot of assorted bottles down there, and that it
would take me not even half of one to get really plastered.
I crept downstairs and grabbed a bottle of something brown and foul-tasting. I
made sure to get down a few good gulps before I began to fill out my profile.
I went through the usual topics, the sex encounters and what would turn me on...
I was so hard imagining what I was going to find out there... but when I
finished my profile online, I had nothing but a hard cock and a lot of empty
sexual fantasies.
So, I decided to do a search for any perspective men out there who might satisfy
me (like I knew what that meant). I did a search for men in my area... and
suddenly, beyond my own belief, I saw my own father"s profile online!
I couldn"t belive it! His profile read "Looking for young, hard man" and there
was a picture! I tried not to look but the more ugly brown booze I drank out of
that bottle the harder it was to look away.
There was my dad, posing naked in my own living room, a camera held up to the
mirror that hung above our fireplace. He layed back casually, his body trim and
built, a full erect ten inch cock teasing the camera.
For a second, I wanted to reply, to catch my father in his own act... but
something stopped me. There were footsteps in the hallway. As usual wwhen I was
jerking off, I would shut off the computer and jump under my covers, but this
time I was too drunk to do anything but fall onto my bed as my dad opened the
door without so much as a knock.
There he was, my own dad. He had eased the door open to see what the noise was
(apparently drunk kids can"t even TYPE quietly). I tried as hard as I could to
look asleep, but the buldge in my pants gave me away.
Through the squinting of my "pretend sleep" eyes I could see that he wasn"t
wearing a shirt. I had seen this all before, his toned muscles, his six-pack
settling under a lightly haired set of massive pecks. After all, I had seen him
in the pool and going back and forth in the morning.
But this time, it took on more meaning than just that. After seing my dad"s
profile on a gay web-site... seeing him displayed in the same way... it almost
made him more of a man than just my dad.
He glanced at me for a second, then at the bottle on the floor I had forgot to
hide. I could se his thick eyebrows start to knit in anger... and i was sure I
was in for it, until he saw what was still up on my computer. The image of his
full ten inch cock displayed on my screen.
I could tell for a second he wanted to turn back and close the door, but
something stopped him. It was my own dick, which he could see throbbing through
my own pajama bottoms. I had gotton to the point where I no longer wore a shirt
to bed.
Maybe it was my own body, the slim and smooth skin of the adolescent build that
drew him to me. Maybe it was the pre-cum wetting my pants, or maybe just the
half-drunk bottle by my bedside, but he came into the room and shut the door
behind him.
Looking for a moment at my screen,and then to my pants, my own father did
something I would never imagine and never forget in my life. He knealt at my
side and without hesitiation, he began to massage my cock.
Maybe he thought I was still drunk, maybe he thought I wouldn"t know at all
because I was passed out. I didn"t know why at the time, and I still don"t know,
but I was so starved for sex at the time that I didn"t care. I had been looking
at huge cocks all night on my computer he had given me, writhing in my own skin
for the bodies I could not have right then and there.... and there came a very
hot and verile man, who suddenly had his hands on my cock. I couldn"t help
myself, I began to writhe with his every touch, until I thought I would burst
out of my own flesh.
He knew it too, I don"t know why he didn"t stop, I didn"t care. He pulled my
pajamas down and wasted no time in taking my dick into his warm mouth. He took
special care (I think because I was his son) to move slow, caressing the head of
my cock, licking and lapping the head slowly so that I would not come too quick.
He swallowed me whole more than once, bobbing his head up and down over the thin
shaft. Despite myself, I grabbed hold of his thick, coarse hair, now letting him
know that I was awake, and thatI had no objections to what he was doing.
He kept sucking, and just when I thought I was going to explode on him (I had
never been with a guy before) He pulled his warm mouth off of me and began to
stroke my hard cock evenly, like I did myself,as if he watched me do it before.
He stroked me over and over until I came into his hands and moaned as he licked
up every drop I spilled into the bedsheets he bought me.
When I woke up I saw that the bottle beside my bed was gone, but when I went
down to breakfast there was nothing amiss about the conversation. My father
didn"t look at me strangely. I thought there might have been some uncomfotable
silence, but there was not even that!
It all amazed me until I went to bed that night, more than a litle confused. I
wanted to check my e-mails before I went to bed... and when I did, I saw why the
conversation was not awkward. I had a message. It read "Don"t tell yor mother.
I"ll be back again tonight. Lock your door if you don"t want me to come."
I sat for a moment, remembering the night before... then just after sliping off
my pajama pants, unlocked the door to my room.
He crept in an hour or two later.
"Is everything okay?" He asked, peering his head into the room.
"It"s okay, Dad. Just come in and shut the door."
"I didn"t mean to come in last night and.."
I stopped him suddenly.
"Just do that thing with your mouth you did last night."
In a second his clothes were off and he was beside me again. I don"t think that
it"s weird that we kissed or that I tasted my father"s tounge. We were two men,
two men who understood eachother and wanted one common thing. I wanted a man to
make me cum and he wanted a young guy to caress and make cum. I won"t say it was
wrong, I can only say that when he wrapped his lips around my cock again, I knew
that I had missed the feeling.
He pumped it this time, worked it like he had a purpose. My leg found its way
across his neck and down his back as the fierceness of his pulsating sent me
into thrusts of pleasure.
I no longer knew what faher and son meant, I only knew that this man sucking my
cock knew how to do it well, and that no other man would care enough about me to
suck on my balls for half an hour.
We had repeated the same scenario before, and I had aleady cum twice inside his
mouth. He swallowed it both times, and as my eyes had grown accustomed to the
dark at this point, I could swear he winked at me the second time.
Now, this was the part I wasn"t expecting. He sat up straight after tasing my
load a second tme, and showed me the massive member that was his own hairy cock.
I was shy at first and I think he knew it. He eased his great member into my
mouth slowly so that I could get a taste. It was salty and warm, but good. I
didn"t mind it, it was like the guys I saw in the porno movies. I remembered how
much I had wanted to suck their throbbing dicks, and so I did to my father what
I wanted to do to them.
I began by cupping his balls, taking a second or two to put them in my mouth as
I had seen. It wasn"t long before I had all of him in my mouth though,for I
wanted to get right down to it.
You can"t imagine what it"s like to have a huge ccock in your mouth for the
first time, let alone your dad"s. I was so smooth, my hand slipping up and down
his shaft, my head bobbing up and down his massive dick. My tongue found his
nipples, and I could feel the hair of his chest between my teeth. It was all so
awesome, to have such a strong man hold me tight.
Then he did it, and with little warning either. He exploded into my mouth. Every
drop of cum was saltly and warm, yet I had no trouble letting it slide down my
throat. I was so into sucking him I barely noticed it at all. I kept going too,
sucking on his stiff member until he actually came again. This time I pulled off
of him and found it spurting into my face.
Then, just as I was cleaning up, leaning over to get the old shirt I used as a
cum towel, I suddenly felt something I had never expected. There was a wet
sensation in my asshole... something that was completely different but just was
wonderful.
My dad was eating out my ass. For a seocnd I hesitated, wanting to draw away,
but his expert tounge, sliding up and down my hole made me hard all over agin...
I didn"t know what he was planning, but I should have.
He knealt up behind me and I could feel the head of his cock pressing into my
ass.
"Tell me if it hurts." he mumbled. It was the first thing he had said in an
hour.
Slowly, he slid his cock inside me. I winced and grimmaced, trying not to cry
out in pain. After all,this was my father, and no boy wants to dissapoint his
dad. He pumped it into to me a few times, making sure his actions were gentle.
After a minute, he began to move faster. I got more comfortable with the
feeling, beginning to like the sensation of a huge cock crushing my guts. it was
then I began to beg him to pump harder, faster. This he did in spades, and it
was a wonder we never woke up my mother.
I pressed my hands against the wall, begging him to drive it deeper into me,
suddenly yelling to him that I wouldn"t cum until I saw his face. I don"t know
what came over me, but I had to see him.
Suddenly, I felt the hot mess of his cum splatter over my back, and just as I
heard him moan,he flipped me over to do exactly what I had asked him to.
Pressing his face close to mine, he grabbed my cock in his firm hand, jerking it
roughly until I felt it explode all over my chest. He leaned in to kiss me,
jutting his tounge down my throat and still placing a few fingers up my ass.
We lay there for a moment or two stroking eachother like lovers rather than
faher and son. Slowly, he left the bed, and then... my room.
On the way out he promised he would let me fuck his ass next time, but I never
had the chance. I spent all my time ficking his friends from the web-site.
Sometimes he watches, sometimes he joins in. It"s all good. he"s my dad, and I
love him.
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