Friday, April 22, 2011

Guys talking about sex with their fathers Part 3






The following are a collection of stories and confessions (some of which may not be true

or only partly false). They were retrieved from a public forum on gay incest and father-son relationship at the JustUsBoys.com discussion forum.
You can read these and more of the older forum posts at:




First off - yes, I am a new member. I've read the entire topic and I know first-posters are under certain suspicion, but a recent poster did bring up the good point that people with fewer posts probably are the ones sharing their true experiences while those with many are more likely making up some (though a few of those could still be true).

So since there's no way to prove this is true, of course, I'll just get on with my story and hope y'all enjoy it.

Yup... I have had sex with my dad, and it was a relationship that lasted maybe three months right before I moved out when I was 18. For a couple of years before that, I had moved into a fetish of watching incest porn, and while I'm into straight sex too, I'm primarily gay so the father-son incest really did it for me. Naturally I started thinking about my dad sexually, but I had read about male homosexual psychology and how it was very common to have those feelings, as well as straight men for their mothers and so forth. So I stuck to jacking off and never made any moves on my dad.

Right near the end of my first year at university, I was coming home through the back door where the computer is, and there's a window right there so anyone at the computer can see anybody coming up the back stairs. Dad must have been a bit too engrossed in what was going on on the screen, of course, since he didn't notice me until I walked into the kitchen and started taking off my shoes.

He turned around and I was able to see the screen, which had a porn video on it. Straight as straight can be. He jumped a bit when he saw me, but he had all his clothes on, so I made it humorous and said I'd take off my shoes in the porch so he could finish watching.

I did that, and came back in and he was already logged out. He apologized and said that he had been searching for "red neon tubes" when he accidentally came across a porn site that specialized in coloured condoms lol. We had a laugh and then I went into my room... I wasn't too bothered or anything, but I was honestly glad to see him watching porn since I'm a healthy believer in sexual activity no matter your age.

In my room, I'm on my floor sorting through notes and stuff when he comes in and stands in the doorway. I thought he was feeling guilty, so I just told him what I thought in the above paragraph, and he appreciated that. Then he hesitated and said he wanted to tell me something... and it was right here when I simply realized what was going to happen. I knew he was going to ask something personal, sexual... I just KNEW he was going to ask if I wanted to have sex with him.

He didn't get to the point right away, but said first that he loved me very much and was proud of me for taking university, a job, and moving out all together and being in charge of my destiny when he and my mom had supported me all the way. He was glad to see me off, but wanted to have as few regrets as possible... and also reassured me that I could ignore him and we would never need to speak of it again. By now I had no doubt what he was going to ask.

"[name], I'd like to have sex with you. Yes or no, or think about it, or never speak about it again. I'm your father and I respect you, and I want to experience this with you."

(Sound artificial? Well, yes, kind of. He's a logician and so am I, so we're like that when we know the wording has to be careful in a conversation. Again, this story is true or not depending on what you want to believe. )

As well as being a logician, I'm pretty skilled at putting aside emotions and getting to the heart of the matter. I wanted to be totally clear we were on the same page... and my heart was pounding and my mind was telling me not to be silly, that it was perfectly clear what he wanted and it was what I wanted too, just once... but I asked him anyway, what exactly he meant.

He was blunt - "I want us to blow each other, be naked, have sex, cum together, and so forth. I want to do this with you. I've watched videos so I know how to do it."

At that, I kind of cackled because it was such a silly and funny thing to say and it was just like my dad to say that. And I knew what we were going to do. I immediately stood up and let down the blinds over the window, then said, "Do you want it here or on your bed, or...?"

He said, "my bed," where I had slept with my parents when I was too afraid to be alone... and now we were going to fuck in it. Here was where I kind of caught my breath and he looked worried.

"If you are really not sure about this, you need to say no now. You can say no at any point and we'll stop, but better now than halfway through."

"No, I want this. I've been thinking about it for like years now, and it's just crazy right now because I can't believe I'm getting this."

He told me he couldn't believe it either, and we both smiled and went to his bed, just across the hall (small house, one floor). Once there, I also pulled the blinds over the window and then we kind of looked at each other across the bed where he and my mother had no doubt fucked countless times... and she was out of the house all day, so we knew we wouldn't be interrupted if we really went along with this.

My dad suggested we get naked now so that we don't have to worry about it on the bed, which would be hard for him to do since he was overweight (I don't have a thing for large people at all, this was just my dad). I was fine with that so we took off our shirts, always looking at each other, and then I took off my pants and socks while he took longer. Both in our underwear, I decided to slowly strip my underwear, which he loved and said,

"I've dreamed about this so many times... I know I'd be called a pervert, but it's just something I can't control. I can't believe we're going to do this."

My cock came out of my underwear and something must have snapped in his head, because he just came right around the bed and pushed me onto it, face up, and buried his face in there. He didn't blow at first, but he got to that right away, and I loved it. Really, it was a blowjob like any other, but I watched it and it was MY DAD. Just unbelievable. He was pretty good at it too, surprisingly...

Then he took off his underwear and got on the bed with me too, and he was actually bigger than I had thought when seeing him semi-nude in the past. About 6 inches while I'm closer to 5.5. He laid back and I returned the favour. The head was really big and I just wrapped my tongue about it... again, thinking, this is my freaking dad! I have my father's cock in my mouth.

I blew him for a couple of minutes, and then he brought out the lube and condoms and we got right to it. I wasn't a virgin so I kind of gave him advice on how to go slow at first, porn doesn't really show that well but he had suspected so it was all good. I laid on my back and really splayed my legs and lifted up my butt so he could get in there... I didn't expect it, but seeing and feeling his big belly roll over my cock was a crazy turn-on.

He fucked me really slowly at first, gasping a bit and making me worry he was having trouble breathing. But he got it and then started really fucking me. Feeling this huge body moving over me and into and out of me was amazing. And over and over I kept thinking of this incredible fact: This is my dad I'm having sex with.

He came soon after, and I jacked off and came like 20 seconds later. We laid there for a bit and then talked about how we loved it... and he kind of looked at me slyly and said, "is this going to keep you home now?"

Funny. I was moving out in 3 months or so, and that was in stone. So we both knew we'd be doing this again...

And we did, all while my mom lived there. If she ever finds out about it, she'd probably freak although she's the best mom a gay son could want... but we really had some close calls!

Like one time dad and I were both in the living room and mom said she was going over to the neighbour's for a few minutes. So right when she left, we looked at each other and I immediately went down on him, in the armchair he was reading in while the huge window was open and the door was still ajar. He came in 5 minutes or so when I jacked him at the end, and then he had to hurry into the bathroom when I saw mom walking back up the sidewalk. Whoo.

And another time we were in the van driving away from a school event and we went down a really abandoned alley, parked, and I got on top of him in the driver's seat and let him fuck me. (We kept condoms in the van.)

Mostly we would fuck in my bedroom or his bedroom, nice and traditional whenever mom was out of the house, but we really loved those risky ones. One time I was blowing him at the computer, sitting under the desk while he watched porn, and suddenly he tapped my head really fast and sharply so I stopped, then he pushed me back into the wall under the computer. Then I realized he was talking to the neighbour through the window, had just barely seen him coming and then called out to him to talk through the window. They talked for like a minute before I said to myself, heck with this, and went on blowing him! Their conversation lasted 5 minutes! Quite a few times dad had to excuse his weird voice for a sore throat, hah...

And now I'm living away from him and barely see him anymore, but he can drive over sometimes. If my roommate's out, we definitely get up to stuff in my room. But it's very rare now, I'm so busy now, so I consider it mostly over. Sad. =(

That's my story... hope you guys enjoyed it even if you didn't believe it heh.




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I’ve never told anyone about my incest experiences before, and if they sound contrived I assure you it really happened. Even though it wasn’t with my father here it is anyway. My first experience was when I was 5 shortly after my father died. I can look back now and see how I was desperately looking for a father figure. It started with an uncle who was 16 or 17 at the time. Everyday my mother would leave for work at 4 am and I would go to my grandmother’s house. Typically there was always someone there so I would be put into a bed usually with someone already sleeping in it. I remember snuggling up to him for warmth and feeling his hard dick. I asked him what it was and he showed me. I know being so small everything seems gigantic but he has an extremely large dick, at least 10 in. So I asked if I could touch it, and he said ok.

I remember basically just playing with it, trying to get both hands to reach around the entire thing, which I couldn’t. I can remember his scent being something that sticks in my mind. He never got off when I did this, for me I was very curious, for him I’m sure the thrill of having another person touch his dick was his reasoning. I never felt bad about that and I don’t feel like I was abused or taken advantage of, I’m the one who initiated it after all. This happened several times that year, but nothing ever went further than just me touching him.
When I was 6 or 7 I had a real bad case of hero worship for an older cousin of mine. He was the kind of guy every young boy would look up to. Tall, handsome and he had a wicked sense of humor. He drove hot rods and motorcycles, had a different girl every weekend and was a real rascal that everyone seemed to fall in love with. He was always doing something he shouldn’t and he never seemed to get in trouble. I would spend the weekend at my aunts house sometimes and I would get to sleep in his basement room with him, which I thought was cool, having its own entrance and kitchen and bathroom. It seemed very grownup to me at the time. One time when I was staying over I woke up and caught him jacking off, I asked him what he was doing and he told me. Then he asked me to do it for him. I did without hesitation, I thought at the time it would be like before with my uncle. That was the first time I saw a guy shoot cum, I remember it flying every where when he came. So this happened a few times and things seemed fine. Then one time I was over he asked if he could stick his dick in my ass, I was nervous because he had a rather thick cock, I’d say it was 7 in and pretty thick, I had to use both hands when I jacked him off if that gives you an idea. So he told me to lay face down on his bed and he straddled me, he began to shove the head in, it hurt so bad, I cried for him to stop but he didn’t. He ended up getting it all the way in and proceeded to fuck me really hard for about 5 mins before he shot in my ass, to me it felt like forever.

I remember afterwards going into his huge walk in closet and laying down in the dark feeling very hollow inside, I was probably in shock. After that I didn’t ask to go spend the night at my aunts anymore. Several years later when I was around 10 or 11 he was moving across country and stopped at our house to spend the night. Of course he ended up sleeping in my bed with me, and during the night he asked me if I remembered when he fucked me, then made me suck him off. He was pretty much as brutal during that too; forcing it down my throat till I gagged and making me swallow his cum. It was humiliating.

Even though these 2 events were in my mind abuse; I never told anyone. I was ashamed and embarrassed even though on some level I still loved him. Plus the thought of what my whole family would think was pretty intimidating as well. I think about it now and I wonder just how much it’s truly affected me, even though I hated what happened at the time now when ever a guy forcefully fucks me or if a guy is rough when I’m sucking his dick I pretty much get off on it hard core…weird but true.



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I have lurked in this thread for some time now and read everyone's posts. I have to say that with some stories, you just know they are real when you read them. Same for pictures. I know, at least. But most are obviously fictitious. This is what I have to share. Be warned it doesn't end well. I wrote about the bad parts and the good parts, but I couldn't really write about it at all if I didn't include both.


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I used to have sex with my dad. It started when I was a teenager. I stayed with him in the summers, and he tried to give me his version of “the talk” one year. He asked if had any girlfriends. I told him no, and he said “Well, do you bat for the other team?” But stupidly I didn’t know what that meant. He asked it kind of mockingly anyway, and in retrospect I think my mom told him about me (she knew I was gay). This was a really embarrassing thing to be asked, and I let it drop from there.

One night about three weeks later I was at dad’s house watching an adult channel on TV and there was a straight porn on. The guy had a really gigantic dick, fucking this blonde woman on the hood of a car, and I was watching it on the couch, under the covers, hard as a rock, trying to be quiet. I thought my dad was asleep in the other room, but he walked in quietly and said “Whatcha watchin?” and it freaked me out so I turned the TV off, dropped the remote, and acted like I was asleep, which in retrospect I’m sure looked really funny to him.

I know this sounds bad, but I had started drinking beer when I was a young teen, and had been drinking for a long time at this point, so my dad came back a couple minutes later with some beers and turned the TV back on. He was watching the same thing and I was still pretending to be asleep. He said “Son, it’s ok to watch a girly show (he always called porn the “girly shows”).”

I opened my eyes and said “I thought you’d be mad.” And he said “I’m only mad if you don’t share. Want one?”

So I took a beer and drank it as we watched porn together.

After opening the beer, for some reason, my next response was “Please don’t tell mom!” even though mom had given me beer before, and he laughed and said “I won’t.” I knew but somehow didn’t know (if that makes sense) that what I was asking him to keep quiet wasn’t really about the beer at all.

I sat up, enormously hard and throbbing, but my body was still covered. I noticed my dad unbutton his pants and lean back in the chair, and he noticed me noticing. He said “Gotta unbutton, old Charlie is growing.” I sheepishly said, “I’m hard too” and watched his eyes.

He started talking about how it was a shame that you couldn’t find a good woman these days, and that his dick stayed hard all the time, and he had nobody to suck it. I still did not realize where that line of conversation could lead, because I really was a naïve young idiot. I asked if I could see his dick. This time it was he who said “don’t tell your mom.” I said no, no, I wouldn’t tell her.

He pulled down his jeans and I saw his boner through his tighty whities. It laid sideways like a banana would. I was trembling and nervous and so excited and horny, but I was still fully clothed. I was very obviously staring at his stuff and when I looked up he said “You gonna take your pants off?”

My heart was beating insanely fast, and I stood up and took off my pants. I was wearing a pair of boxer shorts with video game characters on them. He asked “Are you gonna take those off?” and I said “I want to see yours first.” He giggled and pulled out his hard dick, without taking off his underwear.

“Can I take them off?” I asked.

“Go ahead,” he said. He sat down in the chair, and I came over, trembling and shaking and horny as hell, and pulled his underwear off. He wiggled as I pulled them down. I was so careful with them that in retrospect it looks stupid.

“Can I touch it?” I asked, and he said yes, to use spit. This was when I jerked my dad off for the first time. But I’m skipping ahead too soon…

I was still super horny, so I jerked him off slowly and clumsily, and asked all kinds of odd teenager questions such as “Are you gay?” to which his response was a simple “no.”

I loved having his hard, thick, hairy cock in my hands. In retrospect, it was about the same size as mine (6ish inches), but it felt enormous and warm and smelled delicious. When he said he was about to cum, I asked if I could suck it and he said no, just to keep jerking him. I did as I was told and asked “do you like that?” as he was cumming, when the answer would have been obvious to anyone older. He came, and I kept some of the cum that had landed on my hands to jerk off with. I jerked off on the couch as he recovered in the chair.

After I came, I immediately felt guilty and ashamed and I hid under the covers again, with only my head poking out. I changed the channel. He was sitting up, staring at the TV, with his underwear pulled down to his feet still. He looked like he was kind of in a daze, just staring straight ahead. I was prepared not to speak at all, ever again. He spoke first.

“Thanks son. I needed that. I guess you really are a queer.” I felt hurt, but he said it really lightly, as though it were an OK thing to say to your son.

“Next time I got to get you,” was the next thing he said, as he was walking to his room.

I jerked off again that night about an hour later as I was lying on the couch thinking about what had just happened. He was asleep in the other room.

The next morning I woke up in the middle of the day, and my dad was already gone to work. I took a shower and jerked off again in the shower. I was so horny but every time, immediately after I jerked off, I felt guilty. It was summer, and normally I'd go out and find something to do, or hang out with one of my friends who lived close by, but I did not leave the house at all that day. I felt dirty and thrilled, but mostly dirty, and I thought if I went outside people would somehow know what had happened. When my dad finally came home, I didn’t speak to him at all. He was the one to initiate the conversation that first day. After about ten minutes of wandering around the house, out of the blue he said, “Are we gonna do what we did last night, again?”

I had been thinking only about whether or not we would ever do that again, but I was too shy to ask. I responded, “I want to suck you.” He giggled, but I was serious. I wanted to suck my dad’s dick. And I would.




Basically from that point on I stayed with my dad more often, and we did a lot of stuff over the next few years. Sometimes if I was staying with mom and we wanted to fuck, we would get a hotel. We’d fuck on the hotel bed until we both came, then I’d lay there holding my dad’s limp dick and balls until we both recovered, and then we'd shower and I’d go home. Nobody ever knew. My senior year of high school was when I moved in with him and we became live-in fuck buddies as well as father and son. Once I tried to suck his dick while he was driving, but it was just too cumbersome so we stopped and got a hotel room, even though we were living together, because he liked the idea of having quick sex in a hotel room. This was actually where I first learned the phrase “no-tell motel.” Lame, I know.

I was a gay teenager having very pleasurable sex every other day, if not every day or sometimes twice a day. And I was perfectly comfortable with my body and my partner's body. We could mention anything to see if the other wanted to do it, and it was amazing from my viewpoint then.

There was no better feeling than having your dad’s dick inside you. I just loved laying in bed with my legs up and having him enter me and stay there for a couple minutes, holding my legs up with his hands while his lubed dick was hard and pulsing inside my asshole. He said I felt better than a woman, and I remember him saying that. It was the most awesome sexual feeling I had ever experienced, and remains so. I felt like I gave my dad something he wanted. Taking a shower together was the next best thing. He normally didn’t like anal play but he let me play with his ass when we were in the shower, and standing behind him sort of hugging him while scrubbing his chest is such a horny memory. I know it’s wrong, but it felt so awesome, better than any other man I’ve ever been with, and I still can’t explain why. I know for the vast majority of people, it sounds unbelievable, or sick, or gross. I know that very, very well, but it doesn’t change the fact that it happened.

And I also know this reads like fiction. I nearly completed my degree in modern literature, so for better or worse, anything I write sounds like fiction (sometimes, even my grocery lists look like jumbled poetry). Nothing has happened between me and my dad since I was about 23 (he got remarried and has a new family—I rarely see him these days since they moved West), so I don’t have any proof whatsoever, but I swear this is true. If I would have thought to take pictures, I definitely would have asked if I could have done that. I hear stories like mine from time to time online, but I never see pictures or videos of father/son encounters, and I can understand why – during these types of encounters with your dad, you just never think to ask “wait a minute, can I take pictures of your dick?” I know it never once crossed my mind, and we had sex hundreds or thousands of times over the course of about 7 years.

It has been a few years since the last sexual encounter with my father. I have spoken about those years with a therapist, at length, actually, and I do not feel that it was abuse in the regular sense of the word, because I was in my teens when it began, and I knew what sex was, and what I was doing. In retrospect, I do recognize that the power-play between a parent and a child is something that is crucially fragile and can very easily become fucked up and ruin a relationship permanently, whether the child is 6 months, 6 years, or 16 years old. I was in a four-year relationship with a psychologist, and our relationship ended basically because of all the psycho-emotional problems I still have from this relationship.

I don’t think the sex I had with my father was as pure and fun and “consensual” as proponents of incest or child abuse would make it seem, yet I also don’t think it was as dirty, evil, and sick as some child (or teen) advocates would make it seem, either. I was not a child. It was not child molestation, like you normally think of it at least. And it also wasn’t consensual sex like you normally think of it – after all, he was still my father. Gay incest has shed some of the particular concerns and issues that straight incest retains, such as the prohibition based on reproductive abnormalities. My parents were already divorced, so my dad was not cheating on anybody like somebody in this thread mentioned, but I still felt as though I were betraying my mother, even when I was still young and didn’t really have the type of mental tools to know what that meant. If I lived my life over, I can say with as much certainty as possible that I would not do it again under any circumstance, because on the whole, it has had a negative effect on my life, career, and relationships—after you’ve had sex with your dad, sex with anyone else is automatically difficult, from an emotional standpoint. The sex with my father was the best I’ve ever had, perhaps because it was some of the first, but that is not worth the other psychological effects that linger on for the rest of your life. The fact that it feels good physically adds to the emotional and spiritual pain, grief and anger. How are you supposed to feel when something that feels good also hurts so terribly?

Therapy helps a great deal and has saved many people’s lives, especially those people whose incest stories involve violence or young children. But even years and therapy and medications cannot fully erase or treat the lingering after effects in many people. I can say with more context than probably anybody else can that sex with one’s parent, on the whole, in general, and in all circumstances, is better left to the realm of fantasy or role-play only. There are hundreds like me out there, and I am one of the luckiest ones, having assembled a decent life out of the ruins left of my mind and soul.



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Here's my story, it isn't nearly as interesting as what I've read here, but here it goes.

My dad always got me excited, he's a big man, unlike me, I'm skinny (my mother's family heritage I suppose). He used to be pretty muscular, but now he has a bit of a tummy. Nevertheless, he's really masculine and tall. Taller than me. I remember as a child that I took showers with him when we were on holiday. I was amazed at the size of his penis, it was large and thick and it had dark hair all around it. To me it looked huge, because I was like 5 years old and his penis was at eye level. I sometimes pulled on it while we were showering, it didn't have any sexual meaning, I just thought it was funny. And so did my dad, he never got an erection or something.

When I hit puberty I found out I was gay, but it wasn't until I turned 19 that I came out for it. We had only one very small bathroom in our house and my dad and I shared it sometimes. He had to work early and I had to go to school early. So he was standing in the shower and I was brushing my teeth or doing my hair. There was a non-transparent shower curtain, so I never really saw him naked. But the thought of him standing naked on the other side of the curtain arroused me. I must have been 17 or 18 when it happened. He was showering and I was standing in front of the sink. Dad had run out of showergel, so he asked me if I could get another bottle from the drawer in the bedroom. When I returned he opened the shower curtain completely and I gave him the showergel. I glanced at his penis, he had a semi-hardon. It was hanging down, but you could tell it wasn't flaccid. Before I knew it he closed the curtain again, but I was horny as hell. I jacked off many times thinking of that image.

When I was about 20 I remember being home alone, watching tv in the living room. My dad just came home from work and went upstairs to change his clothes. At that moment the phone rang, it was one of his colleagues. So I yelled upstairs that he should come to the phone. He came down in only his tight briefs. He had a raging boner! It must have been really hard, his dick pushed the band of his briefs a little outward. I tried not to stare at it constantly, but it was there right in front of my face. I had also have a boner in my pants, watching him stand there with his massive erection. I have a 7" dick, his looked a little bit bigger than mine, but the proportions seemed to be the same. After he hung up the phone, he went back upstairs to change.

Two years ago we all went on a holiday to Egypt. My parents, my brother and his wife and my boyfriend and me. One night, we decided to go party in the city. My dad is quite a party animal so he joined us. My mother and my boyfriend were tired so they stayed at the hotel. We were getting quite drunk, eventually my brother and his wife took a cab and returned to the hotel while my dad and I kept on partying.

At the end of the night we took a cab home, the cab driver was making some sexual jokes and my father (drunk as he was) replied that he was the best pussy licker in the world. I laughed, but I was also a bit embarrased. We were both sitting in the back of the car, suddenly he placed his hand on my upper leg and began to gently stroke it. An electric pulse shot through my spine, that gentle touch by his big hand felt so hot! He kept on stroking my leg while he was chatting with the cab driver, eventually I placed my hand on his bare upper leg (he was wearing shorts) and returned the favor. When I looked down I saw that my dad had an erection. Combined with the alcohol, my head felt light and I slowly and very carefully slid my hand higher on his leg, so that eventually I very lightly touched his balls (through his shorts) with my pinky everytime I stroked him. My dad stopped stroking my leg, instead he began squeezing it lightly. Maybe I turned him on as well? I don't know.

Anyway, before I knew it we reached our hotel and we had to get out of the car. When I opened the door and got out, I let the full length of his penis slide through my hand, it felt magical. I placed my arm around his shoulder and together we stumbled to our rooms who were right next to each other. At the door my dad hugged me, he pressed me tight against him. He had one hand around my upper body, the other firmly on one of my butt cheecks. I felt his hard dick press against mine. He kissed me on my cheek and entered his room. I entered mine, flabbergasted about what just happened. I already knew my father was a hugger-type, but it went a step further when he got drunk. Unfortunately, nothing more happened that holiday and I don't know if he even remembered it the day after haha.




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As for my dad, he was a hotter version of me. Hes only 18 years older than I and I've been into him since I was about 14. Hes ripped but the total Alpha Male.

He also has to be the biggest sex addict I know. his wife knew he would webcam with people all night getting off and i am pretty sure they were swingers.

but he always had pictures of him naked and i knew. I found shitty ones from when he was like in his twenties (but still hot). But then i found the present day ones of him and his wife. the shots of him got me off all the time. i wound up stealing them for a while and having them but he found them. (awk)

but his cock is identical to mine. nice and perfect with a thick vein nice head and simply beautiful. we have really nice cocks.

But there are so many other people in my family that I fantasize over.

I'll start with the ones that I haven't done anything with. One time my brother and I were on a vacation with my grandparents to a campground. I remember one of our distant cousins pulling down his shorts when we were in the pool. I was about 15 and he was a year old. I saw the nicest cock, way thicker than mine and manly. he was a big hairy but it looked hot on him. i could only think about how huge it was once he got hard. there were some many times in the years that followed where i thought about it and imagined him fucking me. There was only one other time where something happened. He and i were swimming in the pool and wrestling. I intentionally grabbed his cock and balls and squeezed just enough. and he did the same back to me shortly after. this time, his cock seemed smaller but i guess the pool was colder. I grew out of wanting my brother. I have become too close to him now. But I guess you can never rule it out if we're drunk =P

I have seen my uncle's cock one time and wanted it so bad. He woke up around 5 am to get ready to work and I passed his bedroom to go to the bathroom. The light shining showed him naked. his cock was huge and reminded me of my fathers. but my father shaved, my uncle looked like he hadnt for a while. If he were to come on to me one day, i would love to take his cock.

My cousin, to the uncle i just talked about, and I have hooked up the most. WE hooked up from about 9 until 19. We would always do the same things in routine. It started with humping. He would get on top of me and hump me and jerk my cock off with his. we never kissed. when he was really horny he would suck my cock. it finally lead to him humping my ass. i laid in missionary and he would put his cock between my ass. he would hump me and tell me to cum before he did. it was so fucking hot. sometimes i would lick his cum without him knowing. One time, we were doing this and he actually penetrated shortly. I wanted it deeper but I was a virgin to that at the time and scared. towards the end i would try to suck his cock and lick his balls but he wouldnt let me for long. one time i got to lick his hairy ass briefly. it was scary because i never wanted to get caught. i would love for him to fuck me when i see him. mind you im 21 and hes 19 now. so its totally legit. the only problem i ever had was that he would cum faster than me.

There was one time where we (my cousin above and me) tried to have a three way hookup session with out "cousin" (my dad's aunts son). He was the first black cock i saw. he was really hairy but we were all decent sizes. We got too scared because our family was downstairs. I briefly sucked his black cock and my other cousin was humping me. we stopped and it was the biggest blue balls

the last story that i can think of at the moment was with the cousin on my moms side. he was always and still looks like a late bloomer. i hooked up with him once or twice during the summer when i was like 15. i had hit puberty of course but he was 13 at the time. He would shoot blanks most times. I would suck his cock. it was prob like 5 inches but like no girth. he sucked mine once. we would mostly mutually jerk off. i dont think i would ever hook up with him again


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I have wanted my dad since i was like 13 or so and Im 28 now. Im not sure how it began but it was right around the time i realized i was truly gay. My dad would always walk around in just his white briefs and i remember always sneeking peaks at his package and thinking how big it looked and thats when i realized i wanted to see it. You see my dad and I were never real close during my teen years. He was my coach for sports and worked me extremely hard. I had to get up before school and practice and then again right after school for three hours and then the weekends consisted of practice and running and training which lasted about 6 hrs. I know he just wanted me to be the best but it it made me hate him at points. Plus, I was a very smart and cocky teen and thought i knew everything so we would fight like crazy every single day on the courts, in the locker room, on the ride home, and then once we were home it would blow up and I would end up storming to my room to do my homework. This went on from the time i was 13 until i went to college.

Anyway, back to the beginning. When i started junior high i started to notice guys a lot more. I found myself checking them out in the locker rooms and wondering what it would be like to be with a guy and i started getting hard ons all the time. I would go home after practice and would jerk off picturing the guys from school instead of the girls now. This was becoming very hard for me because if I didnt have practice at school i had practice with my dad and then I would be in a real locker room with grown men and seeing them nude was almost too much for me and I think thats kind of where my yearning for my dad started. He would never shower in the gym lockerrooms with me for some reason. He would always just change when i would go into the showers and then go wait for me out at the car. So, between him walking around in his white briefs at home and never getting naked at the gym i started to really want to see what he had and that is when i started to spy on him to see him naked. Whenever my dad was getting ready to go shower at night he would get up off the couch and go to his bedroom and then come back in just his briefs and say he was going to shower. As soon as he would close his bedroom door i would sneak outside and go to his wiindow and try to see whatever i could.

The first couple of times the blinds were always closed so no luck there but then about a week later i made sure to prop the blinds a little so i could have a slight hole to look though and this time it finally worked. He closed his door and i ran outside to my spot and voila there he was standing in his briefs going through his closet getting his clothes ready for the next day. So i just stayed there crouched down and waited and finally it happened. He hung his clothes up and then down came the briefs and there was what i wanted to see for so long. It wasnt huge but it was definitely very thick and hairy. I got my first glimpse and thats pretty much when i realized I wanted to be with my own dad sexually. So, this went on for a few months and everynight i would go outside and spy through his windows but my craving was becoming stronger and stronger and I started to need more. My mind was all over the place at this time because we would fight constantly but at the same time i wanted nothing more then to be close to him and touch him and kiss him and i think that as well made me be more angry towards him.

Anyway, I decided i was going to become more aggressive so when he would go in his bedroom i would wait till i heard the showering running and i would sneak in his room and peak through the bathroom door at the mirror which i could see his reflection in while he showered. My parents bathroom had a huge glass shower so there were no curtains and u could see directly into the shower at least until it got too steamy. So this became my new thing for a few months. There were definitely a few times when i thought we made eye contact in the mirror but he never said anything so i figured i just imagined it. Anyway this of course became old to me as well so i decided i would take it up another notch. I would wait outside the other entrance to the bathroom and when i heard his footsteps i would just open the door and walk in on him so i could catch him naked right in front of me and get a good view. I knew I couldnt do this all the time so at the beginning i would do it maybe once a week and say i had to piss real badly or i had to get a towel or soap or something stupid like that. This was such a rush to me and I loved catching him naked and then I would run up to my room and jack off but I started to do it too often and the one time i tried the doors were all locked. God that pissed me off so much. Now I had no clue what to do but i knew i wasnt going to stop so i changed my plan completely. Instead of spying on him i was going to start letting him see me.

I was almost 17 at this time now and I was very proud of my body from all my working out and training plus i was very tan so i thought I looked great. Now, when we were in the locker rooms after practice I wouldnt cover up at all like when i was younger. I would strip completely naked right next to him and linger around nude hangin my clean clothes up and so forth just to give him a show. If I had practice at school when i would get home i would just strip down to my sweaty boxer briefs and walk around the house to get water or whatever. If he was in his bedroom i would go in and start to talk to him about practice. I actually had realized I got way more turned on by showing off to him then just catching glimpses of him here and there. So this went on all throughout my senior year of high school. I started doing other things as well. If he was in his bedroom getting ready or somethingi would go into his bathroom in just my briefs, whip my dick out and start to piss so he would walk in on me. Also, the laundry is in my parents bathroom so after practice i would now rush home all sweaty and go right into my parents bathroom and not make any noise but i would get completely naked and he would walk in on me and I would just say i had to wash my workout clothes because they were so gross and i would wrap a towel around me and then go upstairs to shower. You see I had the top floor of the house to myself since my brother had gone off to college and then moved away for work so I didnt really have a way to leave my doors open for him to catch me showering or masturbating since he didnt really have to come upstairs for anything. This was something I really wanted for him to see but I didn't know how. So instead of him seeing me jerking off I thought at least being hard in front of him would be hot as hell. So when I would get home I would go upstairs and put on mesh bball shorts and nothing else and then go downstairsto watch tv in the living room with him. It was very easy for me to get hard without touching myself since all i had to do was think about him being so close to me and that would pretty much do it. So I would lay on the couch across from him and pretend to fall asleep.

Once I laid down i would always put my knees up so the pant legs would fall down my thighs and rest right above my crotch and then i would start to fantasize. My dick would get hard immediately and i would have a huge tent in my shorts and I would stay like that for as long as i could. I would always peak out from under my eyelids and I def saw him looking at me on numerous occassions. I started to do this all the time and for the first time I started to think my plan was working. When i woud be pretending to sleep my dad would never leave the room until I woke up. He would just sit there and I now was positive he was checking me out because when he would eventually get up to leave there was always a noticeable bulge in his shorts. I think thats where things changed forever. I graduated high school and headed off to college. During college nothing really happened. When I would come home for holidays and breaks i would still do the same things I use to but at this point my mom had changed jobs and was working from home a lot more often so it didnt give me to many chances other than the occasionally spying on him through the window or showing off in the locker rooms after practice. You see I still played sports in college so he was still very involved in my athletic life and when I would come home it was like my teen years all over again. Practice practice practice all the time.

Anyway, thats pretty much how things were throughout my entire college career. Not very exciting in regards to me and my dad. However, my life was about to change. I was dating this girl as a cover and i broke up with her and she went crazy and I decided I couldnt ever deal with that again and finally for the first time started dating guys without telling my parents. I graduated from college and moved back home until i decided where i wanted to move. I picked up a job as a coach just to make money until I got the job I really wanted. Things were fine and I really didnt have a lot of time to focus on my dad. I was dating a guy bhind their backs so I tried not to be home ever but then I got outed to them and thats where everything changed. When my dad confronted me about it he was completely calm. He asked if I was positive about it and then said it would be fine and that we would talk through it. My mom had a little harder time but overall they were both incredible. During the first 6 months since them learning i was gay i was spending tons of time with my dad just talking to him. For so long I had no one to talk to about my being gay and now I finally did. I never ever mentioned my craving for him. We were finally getting along for the first time in my life and i felt like I really had a father and a friend as well. I started to love my nightly chats with dad after work and i felt extremely comfortable with him. I would tell him about dates i was on and he was genuinely interested in my well-being. He even decided to start going back to the gym with me so we would meet after work and play racquetball or shoot hoops or just work out. I was loving our time together now and things seemed to be changing between us. After the gym he would now come into the locker room and sit right next to me to change. He still wouldnt shower but he actually started to get completely nude and change which he had never done all those years. I would then go shower but instead of going ot to the car he would walk back to the showwer area and continue to talk to me while i was showering and he was fully clothed. I think I may have shot the biggest load of my life that first night.

We continued doing this and actually turned it into a nightly event. I think that was my all time favorite times. Unfortunately I then got offered the job I had wanted and was going to have to move half way across the country so my parents suggested we go on a family vacation before i left. While we were away it was a gorgeous night out and my dad andi decided to go soak in the hot tub. We had been out all day walking around so everyone was exhausted and sore. My mom stayed in the room and dad and i headed outside. Beofre we did I had put the tiniest little european board shorts on under my mesh bball shorts. You know the type that makes ur dick look huge because they could practically be your skin because they are so tight. So we headed outside and we were the only two there. Dad took his shirt off and got right in and turned around to face me on the deck. I then peeled my shirt off and dropped my shorts and looked at my dad who was just staring at my package. I got in the tub and we sat in there forever just chatting about life. I kept getting out and sitting on the corner with my feet in the water just to give him a show of my soaking wet now practically see through bathing suit and everytime i caught him looking. Finally he said he was going back upstairs and I said Id meet him up there later. I wanted to do some laps and stuff so I was gonna stay behind.

About 2 hours later it was 1am in the morning and I headed upstairs figuring everyone was asleep. I quietly slipped in the room without making a noise and saw the tv was still on. I figured my dad just fell asleep with it on. I started to change out of my suit when i realized Jerry Springer was on which was weird because no one in my family would ever watch that show. My parents called it absolute trash. I slipped on my mesh shorts and headed towards the living room when i saw what the episode was about. It was an episode all about incest. I couldnt believe it and i went to go see what it was about when all of a sudden my dad stuttered and quickly changed the channel. He was actually sitting there watching it but I pretended I had not seen anything and just started to say goodnight and head off to my room. I got alone and could not beleive it. My mind was going crazy with thoughts. The vacation ended and we headed home so I could pack before the big move. The night before I left my dad and I were sitting outside on the deck chatting and it got to my being gay and he told me that he knows I got it from his side of the family. I asked him why he thought that and he just told me he's been thinking about it since i came out and he came to some realizations that made him positive about it. Again that threw me off but i just went with it. That night I wanted my dad so badly. I thought that would be the night it was going to happen but it didnt and I ended moving away.

About 4 years later I transferred jobs and was mving about 2 hrs away from home. During those years I saw my parents often and talked to them on the phone all the time so we were still extremely close but alone time with my dad was now rare since I only flew home for holidays and it was for a day and then back to work or if they came to visit they were always together since they had now both semi retired. Anyway Im now only two hours away from them and I see them about once a week for dinner. My dad is still gorgeous and I still crave his touch. We are closer than we have ever been. He comes down for meetings by himself sometimes and then heads over to meet me for dinner. He normally meets me at the gym and we walk back to my apartment so I can shower. I still show off constantly to him and try to linger around my apartment near naked as long as I can to give him a good show. He always stares and hes now started to come into my bathroom while Im showering saying he needs to piss. I only have one bathroom and he always says hes been holding it forever and has to go. The way my bathroom is set up if your standing at the toilet pissing whoever was in the shower would have a perfect profile view of the person pissing. So I now think he is starting to show off for me and I get so hard while im standing in the shower. I truly believe he wants this as much as I do now but I think he is so scared he doesnt truly know how to make it happen. What should I do? I am sorry I gave my whole life story but I felt it was necessary for all of you to understand but also I really never told anyone this before and I had to get it off my chest. Thank you so much everyone





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You sound perfectly normal. And I think it's great that you've shared your thoughts here. It's a genuine feeling and I'm sure lots of guys also have the same feeling.

One wild fantasy I have is to be on all fours and my father barebacks me and shoots many loads in me. I know some will say that's "sick," but it's my fantasy. They can have theirs.

The closest I ever came to doing anything was when I was about 14 and my dad was asleep. I lay my face on his ass and gently pushed my face into his ass. I don't know what I was thinking, LOL. I must have just been crazed with raging hormones at puberty.

I doubt anything will ever happen with me and my dad. But he showed me his new house and when he was showing me around I was getting excited. I remember thinking to myself, WHAT the hell is wrong with me? My dad, who has been my dad forever, is showing me around his house and I'm secretly getting hard, wishing he'd make a move on me or even forcefully throw me down on his bed. LOL

When he showed me his bedroom I thought I was going to cum in my pants.

I don't know why I have this pull to him but I do.

I can't and shouldn't tell you what to do, but your story is so fucking HOT. I was imagining that happening with my dad and it drives me crazy.

Ask him for another massage! LOL

Good luck.


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I've been reading this thread for awhile and I'm surprised there are people who are into this (My dad isn't biological). Ever since I can remember I would pop boners whenever I saw my dad but, I didn't really understand it until around age 11. He was and still is very hot, 6'1'' and on the stocky side with a hot bulging beer belly. He always wears tight jeans that show off his ass and his bulge. With his jeans he wears a certain solid leather belt that just made things hotter. He always tucked his shirts in. He always wore the plain black t-shirts and sometimes his blue t shirt that was even tighter on his body.

I've only seen his cock clearly once. My family was on vacation and we had to go out for breakfast. My mom was occupying the bathroom and my dad needed to change. He figured i was sort of asleep but, I wasn't. It was the hottest thing to see him fully naked for a little bit. He was cut and some what small but it was hot! On that same vacation I was woken up in the middle of the night when my dad had to go to the bathroom. When he went back to bed his cock was hanging out of his underwear that still stays in my mind to this day.

I loved his body a lot! He has a motorcycle that he rarely takes out. So one summer he took me out on his motorcycle. He told me to hold on tightly, so I did. I rapped my arms around his stomach and a little lower towards his belt. Being horny as hell I popped a born that was insanely hard but, just barely touched his ass. Every bump my hands would slide and touch that massive buldge and my hard on would band into his ass. It was the greatest thing ever but, only happened once.

I love when his body presses against me. Whenever we are waiting in line for anything he would always press his belly against my back accidently and it was even hotter when he wore his leather jacket . It was hard to hold off a boner -.-.

I've never got to get anywhere with him sexually :\. I would rub him a lot though without him knowing apparently. We have a fireplace downstairs that I hang around a lot. He loves starting a fire so whenever he put the logs in the fireplace he would bend down and his ass would stick out like crazy. I would then rub his ass lightly he got me insanely hard. Sometimes his ass crack would show a lot which was just . Many times when he would go swimming in the backyard pool I would wear his leather jacket and jerk off into his jeans or shirt while rubbing my cock with his underwear. He wore tighty whities that I would wear when no one was home. To bad I never found a cum rag he had :\ but I did find his tool time underwear that I'm pretty sure he wore for sex .

He isn't the only one to turn me on of course. It was just his body type that made me hot. I love bigger men bearish and daddy types. I wish things would of been as lucky for me like the others on here =\.


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Last night I got another massage I asked for it since I was staying over at my dad's house. I got hard pretty much right away when he started massaging my glutes. But it kinda went down. So when I turned over I was just like semi hard. When my dad went to put the towel over my middle, I said that we can leave it off like last time. Well not exactly like last time cause he like didn't take it off till the end of working on my front side.

So he took the towel off and started to massage. Almost like immediate I got like fully hard. I kinda like felt odd and totally excited. I have been thinking what to do or say and wondering what I should do or not. I've gotten some advice from guys here, good and not so good, lol. IDK, lol.

It was like hard for 15 while he massaged. Then when he was massaging my chest and hit my nipple my dick like jumped. I kinda like asked him like, "who's you bigger?" I meant like him or me. He kinda laughed and said "you are." When he said that he wrapped his hand around the base of my dick and kind squeezed quick. He like had never touched it before in the massage. But it caused me to like blow all over my chest. Like instant. I usually have to work at stroking to cum. but when I started to blow he did start to stroke it and continued even after I stopped shooting. Wasn't long but felt like it.

I like totally didn't know what to say. He like cleaned it with the towel and finished up the massage. My dick was still hard but he didn't touch it again. All he said was "wow" or like when it stated to happen.

I was hoping he would show me his when I asked about size but he didn't and I like cummed so quick then so wasn't like think too much. I'm guessing now that we've crossed over boundaries like and we're maybe going to do more of this. But IDK. I want to suck him and have him suck me. I fantasize about this. I don't know if that's too much. But I totally want to see him hard and jack him too. He kinda did me. Should I try and talk to him about this or just keep letting it happen if it does? IDK.




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I have a fantasy of my father catching me blowing a dude. He walks out in disgust.

Later that night he comes home furious and says, "You wanna be a QUEER? I'm gonna make you a Queer."

He then aggressively takes me down, makes me blow him. He fucks my throat, slaps me around a bit.

Then he flips me over and pound me for hours, being real verbal in the process.

(Just from the first sentence to the last in typing I got a massive hard-on.)



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my dad is built like a bull! hes one tough SOB, and straight. I never wanna have sex with him blow him or none of that EW!. I however HAVE jacked off alongside him. I didnt touch him at 17 he bought me a hoe to fuck, and on income Tax season we both went to fuck hoes! One of them at the same time...another time he had a friend who was like 25 a real hot guy puertorican and a pussy monster and my dad was in his early 30s ALSO a pussy monster and we all three fucked some broads in the same room
But before all that my fave moment was when I was 17 and we were drunk and he was on coke lol...we bought some porn at a store. He gave me my video and told me "Have fun boy" lol hes crazy and I did have fun! for about an hour in my room, but since our apartment MY room hapend to have the only restroom, he knocked and yelled BOY IM COMING IN! I was completely naked so i covered up with a pillow he walks in and starts laughing his ass off hahaha...all of a sudden after he left I didnt feel like busting. So after an hour I put my shorts on and meh moved on with whatever I wasnt even drunk just buzzing. So I go out to the kitchen to get somethin to drink but then the living room lights are all off and I see the porno on the TV and I see his massive thighs and legs up wide open in the air and my heart starts beating!! And he hears me and quickly covers up his manparts before I get to see him! And i said DAYYYYYUM!! (reffering to the woman's huge ass and tits on the tv screen but that was just a cover)
And asked him hey you want a beer? Hes like I got one allready i grabbed one for me and walked over there and quickly dropped my shorts. And pretended I was way more drunk than I really was (SMH AT MYSELF LOL) I walked over there with just my undershirt on and even di one better when I pretended I was clumsy and pretended tripped on a shoe...not a proud moment but my dad said BOY YOU DRINK TOO MUCH and laughed
So I sat on the couch and just started jacking off HARD after 15 minutes of secretly awkward naked siting and watching porn and drinking. then after I started jacking it so hard my balls were clapping eventually my dad removed the t-shirt off his junk and finally saw his Meat!
My heart and eyes raised in EXTACY!! The greatest thing I ever seen man!..his meat was so fat and thick!! 8 inches maybe like mines but Mines was longer I then couldnt hold it and busted a nut that flew halfway across the living room...my dad laughed and well amazing man!!

He then blew his load too but he continued watching porn i was done...damn COKE!! lol

Meanwhile we are really cool with each other he works in construction a foreman I got an office job

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