Has your friend's dad ever hinted at fooling around? Part 3

Re: Has your friend's dad ever hinted at fooling around? Once (it was only two years ago), I had a sleepover at my mate Sam's house. I had wanked him off a couple of time, but because we were *straight*(and he still is to this day), it was OK. Anyway we had just finished a wank session, and he had dropped off in his bed. I was forced into the sleeping bag:@. Then I heard the stairs creaking. I presumed it was the wind, because we were in the attic room. Then I heard the floorboards creak. Then I smelt Calvin Klein aftershave, and a large hairy hand went into my sleeping bag. I quickly realised it was Sam's dad. I tried to put up some form of resistance, but I gave up and decided not to bother. When he finished, he took his boxers off and gave them to me, then walked off naked. I never told Sam, and we are bezzies today!

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August 25th, 2006, 06:29 PM	#45
Storybook_Man JUB Addict Join Date: Jul 2006 Orientation: Bisexual Status: Single Posts: 1,809	Re: Has your friend's dad ever hinted at fooling around? I had something similar happen to me like this. But it doesn't end pretty...... Some of this story is being altered, don't get to get to much detail, it really hurt me. When I was younger, I wasn't thinking that I would ever be Bi-Sexual. So here is how the story begins. One day I am in my father's shop (he owned his own business/store), and he has a friend who always had a fetish about feet. (Which feet to me is a turn off big time due to this, before it didn't bother me but now it does) Well my father's friend would always play around massaging my feet etc, and this one time, he put my foot where his cock is. I guess I would say I got turned on by it. After that day was over, I asked my father if his friend could take me to the mall to meet some friends, well that was a lie, and my dad's friend thought he was dropping me off too. Well we get to the mall and I tell him, "my friends aren't coming now".... He said "ok, well since we are here want to go around and shop" I said "sure". About 2 hours later we pass by this one store, and it had slippers in there that looked like big shoes but were comfortable as hell, well he being the foot fetish person he is keeps telling me "take off your shoes put those on see how they feel", this guy at this point must be getting turned on by my feet, so I did it after 20 minutes of going back and for no yes no yes no yes..... I get the slippers and we leave to go back to the car. At this point I am wondering if he is gay, bi or straight. I didn't have the courage to ask him, so I asked him for a pen and a paper (lol), he gives it to me and I write it down and give it to him. He responds saying "yes I am", he then asked me, "are you Gay, Bi or Straight", I answered, "Bi" (because I was interested in him sexually). I started crying a little because I was young and all, well at this point he puts my head on his lap and starts driving me home, and making me feel good by talking to me and saying everything is ok. While he is driving me home, my head is right by his cock, I start looking at it, and at this point I guess he noticed because he put his fingers by my face/mouth. I start sucking on his finger like I would, when giving oral. Well when I do that he puts my face right on top of his jeans by his cock, I unbutton and unzip his pants take out his cock and suck my first cock. He speeds up takes a off road to park, and me and him have sex for the first time, and my first gay sexual encounter. For about 2 years we had a relationship, just sex and friend wise, more sex though. Well he fucks it all up and keeps asking me, "you ever suck off your brother, your brother is hot". I am like "no, now please don't mention that again, I am not into incest" (well hell I could have sex with my uncle (family through marriage), that's coming up lol). Well a week later he goes up to my brother and says "drop on your knees and suck my cock", my brother says "get the fuck outta here, I will never do that". Then my fathers friend says, "why? your brother already dropped to his knees and blew me". This is really screwed up because it gave my whole family ideas about me being gay, and they start intruding on my life. You have no idea how hard it is to face it with a family that isn't homophobic but a family that wouldn't look at you the same again. Well at this point I broke off the relationship, and have been in hiding from this guy, because to this day he still talks to my family, and I always tell my family I don't like him, he needs to stay away from the store. (I don't know how, but I got away with what he said to my brother) About a year ago, he finally finds me, and says "yeah I am no longer into younger guys anymore, I am into older guys now". I say "well that is good, I hope it works out for you", then he says "well you are a older guy now, want to go on a cruise with me?" I am like "are you serious after what happened between me and you." He goes on and on, finally my father comes back and starts talking to him, well I make my get-a-way, and hide for the rest of the day. I really had feelings for this guy at first, it might have been just dumb feelings because I was so young, but after what happened it disgusted me, and made me never want to see him again. I have been insecure with my Bi-Sexual life ever since this has happened, and it was my first Gay Sexual Experience! I left out many, many screwed up details. But on to my Uncle. One time I was in Florida with my Brother's Girlfriend, my Uncle and his 3 kids. So we all go to the water park and as we were standing in line I accidentally brushed my hand on my uncles cock, through his bathing suit, well we both looked at each other and didn't say anything. Later that day, I go into the restroom's to take a leak, well he comes in with me and stands in the stall directly next to me, we are talking etc, well I catch him staring at my cock (He is a big guy around 6'4" perfect body thats makes you want to scream ecstasy), he can look over the paritions blocking us, but I can't because I am only 5'10". Then some kid comes up to us behind and starts talking to me, this kid was only about 7 and I felt like going nuts cause I wanted to see where this went, by the time I turned back around my uncle was finished and started walking away! Now the reasons I have are, 1) I caught gay porn on his computer when I was younger, 2) what happened in the stalls, and 3) About 6 months later, my family and my uncles family get together and its just me and him alone and I catch him again staring at my cock, and comes up to me standing closer, and my face is directly alined to his cock, at this point he is standing about a foot or less away from me, his legs spread open like a V but upside down of course. I am not sure if this is a reason but shit gives me a good damn reason after him getting so close to me after staring at my cock. Another time was when we were at the beach, (this isn't really a reason) well he says to me all the time, well time to get into the cold water and have our cock's shrivel on us (i am laughing and screaming in my mind at this point, cause I just want to have sex, one night with him, shit even more if I can). Well we are swimming and I brush up against his cock again. We both say nothing again, but about 20 minutes later I felt a brush against mine and he wasnt far from me at all, but we had my 1 cousin with us, so I don't know if it was an accident or on purpose, my uncle was looking at me right after it happened though. It's driving me insane, what do you all think? Its not big evidence, and my gaydar (I actually do have one lol, I start getting a nervous feeling around gay guys, and all I have to do is look at them in the face, no talk or nothing lol), isn't working with him, but then again it doesn't work with people I have known basically my whole life, as I have had an encounter with my friend before, and he forced it.

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Father knows best (Part 3)

I rewrote the same story but this time from the father’s perspective because after all, father knows best. by tastywalnut  Dad's story: I remember the first day I realized I was falling for my son. We were on a family vacation by the beach.  I remember being captivated at a what a strapping and handsome man my son was developing into. I didn’t think anything of it but found it difficult to take my eyes away from his beautiful young body. I remember noticing several women on the beach admiring him. That’s’ my boy, I remember thinking proudly. His bathing suit fit him so perfectly I remember thinking he could be a model. I had a camcorder I recently bought and was shooting lots of footage of our extended family. But I made sure to capture as much footage of him frolicking around the beach in his bathing suit as I could. Lucky for me the camera had a very good zoom lens so I capture some great close-ups. We were staying with my wife’s family. After the beach we returned to their house and everyone took turns showering and getting ready. I walked into the bathroom to shower and locked the door. I was about to enter the shower but froze when my eyes caught sight of my son’s bathing suit. I picked it up and my heart started to race. I turned it inside out and felt the soft fabric. Fabric that not long ago had been in contact with my son’s ass, my son’s balls and his cock. My son’s cock. I had sprung a huge aching erection. I mustn’t have these feelings, its my son, I thought. But there was the bathing suite and there were some pubes and my heart was racing. I turned on the shower to cover any noise I might make and jerked off while fondling his bathing suit and thinking about him on the beach. I edited the beach video and removed all extraneous footage so that it featured only my son. This video became my primary beating off material. When I was alone at home I would go to my son’s room and swipe a pair of his used undies. If I was lucky I would get his sweaty underwear from after the gym. I would jerk off while sniffing the undies and watching the video. Then the unexpected happened. My son came out of the closet. This was a shock to me and my wife. It stirred up a lot of feelings in me. If my son was brave enough to come out it was time for me to do the same. So I did and my wife left us. She was hurt and angry but it was difficult for me to believe it was a complete shock for her since our sex life was basically nonexistent. It felt good to finally be out. I dated men and it was fun but I had not stopped longing or my son. If anything my feelings were growing stronger since we were alone at the house. I was insanely jealous of his boyfriends and did my best to scare them away. I had always loved my son but was I falling in love with him? I still loved the video but as luck would have it my son started walking around the house in his underwear or sometimes a jockstrap. I remember one time sitting on the kitchen table as he did the dishes in tight blue briefs. I could not stop staring at his perfect ass. I actually drooled on the kitchen table. My cock felt very constricted in my underwear and pants. At first I thought that he was walking around in his underwear because he felt more uninhibited now that his mom was away. But I started to wonder if something else wasn’t going on. I started to feel like he was putting on a show for me. Or was it just my imagination? One night I came home from work after having drinks with coworkers. I was feeling very relaxed and slightly tipsy. There was my son on the couch in skimpy undies. I stared at his sexy body and my eyes were drawn to his crotch. Was it my imagination or did he have an erection? He caught my eye and I felt flustered. I didn’t know what to say. “How is it that you don’t have a boyfriend?”. I blurted out. “Because you chase them off” he replied. I became overcome with emotions.“You’re too good for them” “You deserve better. You are a prize. If you weren’t my son, I would worship you, I would” and then I stopped. What was I thinking? “Never mind” I said. But he protested and told me that I could do him whatever I wanted. I looked at his crotch. Definitely an erection hiding underneath that fabric. An erection that I desperately want in my mouth. I pounced on him and me started making out. It was so nice to kiss him and taste his mouth. I greedily explored the insides of him mouth with my tongue. My hands finally got to explore the luscious body I had longed for. My mouth finally got to taste my son’s cock. And how nice he tasted. His cock was exquisite. My cock is large and uncut. It’s scary looking. His cock on the other hand was beautiful. Like a work of art. Perfectly sized with a delectably pink head. I stared at the head. His piss slit was accumulating moisture which I happily lapped up with my tongue. We explored each other's body all night. We rubbed our cocks together. Daddy's larger foreskin draped cock rubbing lovingly against son’s cut cock. Funny how much heat you can generate rubbing two sticks together. We certainly were shouldering. I sucked his fingers, his toes, his nipples, his balls and of course his cock. He was very intent on sucking me and I let him have at it. To me my cock was always ugly looking but apparently not to him. He was fixated on it. He nibbled my foreskin and slipped his tongue underneath, savouring his dad’s juices. I lay back an enjoyed the sensations of having my cock enthusiastically sucked on by my loving son. In the morning I awoke first. He was lying on his stomach and I was staring at his perfectly shaped firm young ass and beautiful slightly hairy legs. I started caressing his ass and he woke up. I kissed the sole of his foot and worked my way up his leg, kissing as I went along. I got to his ass and I spread his legs apart. I looked at the beautiful pink hole and kissed it. I felt his body twitch. His ass was covered with soft hair. I covered it with kisses and buried my face in, pushing my tongue into his fresh pink asshole. He moaned and pushed his ass against my face as I jerked my cock and rimmed him. I thought about other things we could do. As if he read my mind he pulled me up and positioned his ass on my cock. He told me he wanted me to be the first. My mind said “YES YES YES YES”, but I didn’t want to rush him. I asked if he was sure and he said he was ready. I know I certainly was. In fact, I was concerned I would not be able to enter him without blowing my load. I worked his asshole with my fingers sliding them inside him as his asshole relaxed. I entered him very slowly. My cock is rather large and I did not want to hurt him so I was very slow and gentle. I felt my cock slide inside him and be enveloped by his warm silky moist insides. I was close to coming so I did not thrust at all but just let my cock rest inside him. There we were father and son bonded together in the most intimate carnal way possible. I kissed and bit his neck and gently moved my cock around inside him. “How do you like it to have daddies cock inside you?” I asked. “Feels so good” he moaned and clenched his cheeks on me. The clenching felt unreal. I puckered my lips and sucked air. He knew the clenching pleased daddy. He continued clenching and moaned “fuck me daddy, fuck me daddy”. I didn’t answer but if I did it would be, “YES YES YES YES”.

Seeing my Dad in his white undies

I do remember being fascinated by seeing my dad in his white undies and would try them on occasionally. Daddies are supposed to be masculine protective and loving. The idea of pleasing daddy is primal and erotic. by tastywalnut Here is a story I wrote:       I had just turned 18 and my parents were going through a messy divorce. They were high school sweethearts but my father had a dark secret: he was a gay man. He grew up in a conservative military family and he himself worked in the military for many years. My own coming up had stirred a lot of conflicting feelings in him. My coming out was the catalyst for his coming out. My mom was devastated. She would never forgive me. Mom moved in with her folks and I stayed with dad. I had the option to go with her but our relationship was strained by my coming out and the subsequent coming out of her husband. I loved my dad and was more than happy to stay with him anyway. Dad was very handsome and well built. He had mischievous eyes, a moustache and a hairy chest. Dad and I got along well except that he was very disapproving of any man I was dating. According to him they were l jerks and not good enough for me. I was angry at this attitude but at the same time I felt strangely flattered. Not that I was dating many guys. I was spending most of my free time with dad. I enjoyed seeing his warm comforting smile and mischievous eyes. It felt warm to be near his masculine body. I felt guilty and tried my hardest to suppress my feelings. But it was quite difficult to suppress my urges. The sight of dad walking around the house in white briefs would make my heart race so fast I would feel dizzy. A couple of times I had been lucky enough to see him naked. I was fascinated by his cock. It was rather large, larger than mine. He was uncut and the foreskin completely enveloped his cockhead. It looked much different than my smaller cut cock. I longed to see it up close and study it more. I would anxiously wait for him to leave the house and I would instantly run into his room and find his dirty laundry. I pleasured my self for hours fondling his socks and inhaling the sweet, musky, yeasty essence of his white briefs. I noticed that he started to look and smile at me more often. I would look away but it was difficult not to stare into his dreamy eyes. His looks gave me goosebumps. I wasn’t sure if it was just my imagination. I started walking around the house in my briefs because I knew they seemed to catch his eye. I felt guilty about doing this but could not control myself. Watching him trying to keep from staring at me was intoxicating. One night he came home from work late. He went out or drinks with co workers and was tipsy. I was lying on the couch reading. I was wearing tight blue briefs. His eyes fixated on my briefs and then he quickly looked away. I felt guilty for tempting him. Guilty for trying to be make him attracted to me. He was my dad after all, what on earth was I thinking? He looked at me again. “God damn” he said. “How is it that you don’t have a boyfriend?”. “Because you chase them off” I replied. “You’re too good for them” “You deserve better. You are a prize. If you weren’t my son, I would worship you, I would” and then he stopped. “Never mind” he said. “No” I protested. “Finish your thought. If I wasn’t your son, you would what? What would you do? Because whatever it is that you want to do, I want you to do it”. That was it took. He pounced on top of me and locked his mouth on mine. I felt him push his tongue into my mouth and I greedily welcomed it sucking it in with all my might. His hand were all over my body and he reached into my underwear and grabbed my erect cock.  He caressed my cock and balls and slid off my underwear. He was on top of me and he started exploring my body. His moustache felt ticklish. He was still fully dressed as he took my cock in his mouth. I felt myself on the verge of coming but I desperately wanted to see, feel, smell and taste his cock. It was a challenge to get him to stop sucking me. After firmly pulling his head off of my crotch I took control of the situation and started taking his clothes off until he was in his sexy white briefs. His large cock was bulging out of the white fabric a drop of moisture permeated the tip. I buried my face in his crotch and inhaled the sweet fragrance of daddies underwear. As sexy as he was in his underwear I knew it was time for them to come off. I ripped them off. There he was. Mischievous eye looking more mischievous than ever and all mine to enjoy. I gazed into his eyes for a moment, kissed him and buried my face his crotch. I sniffed his balls and pubes. After jerking off to his underwear for so long it felt unreal to smell the real thing. He smelled so good it was difficult to stop sniffing him. I kissed his cock and played with the long foreskin I had dreamed about for ages. I took his cock in my mouth and he moaned. It felt good to have daddies cock in my mouth and hear him moan in pleasure. To feel daddies cock moving inside of my mouth. I sucked him and felt his cock swell in my mouth. I was in ecstasy as my mouth filled with daddy’s foreskin juice and precome. He pulled my mouth off his cock and took me in his arms. There we were father and son. Our naked bodies entwined together as we kissed and our cocks rubbed lovingly together. What could be more natural? We explored each other’s bodies and made love all night long. Daddy came in my mouth as I sucked him. I almost choked at the copious amount of fluid that exploded out of his body and into my mouth. I swallowed daddies come and felt it coat the back of my throat. In the morning we awoke and started fooling around again. He had me lie on my stomach and he caressed my ass. He kissed the sole of my foot and started kissing my leg slowly moving up until he got to my ass. He spread my cheeks and kissed my asshole. My body shuddered. He covered my ass with kisses and then buried his face in. I felt my heart race as I felt his tongue and moustache tickle my asshole. Having daddies mouth on my ass stirred something inside me. He glanced over and saw that he was jerking his cock as he rimmed me. Daddies tantalizing cock. I had never had anal sex before but I knew that instant that I needed daddies cock inside me. I pulled him up and pushed my ass onto his cock. He moaned and rubbed his cock against my crack. We stayed like this for a while until I grabbed his cock and pushed it onto my tight virgin asshole. “Oh daddy I want you to be the first”. “Are you sure that you are ready for this?” “I need you inside me” He got up from the bed and went to get some lotion. He spread it on me asshole and probed me with his fingers. I felt my asshole relax and I felt his fingers enter inside me. He spread some lotion on his cock and pushed it against my asshole. Slowly he started to enter me. It hurt a little bit but the idea of him inside me was so stimulating that my asshole relaxed and welcomed him inside. He moaned and thrust. He kissed my neck and his moustache was ticklish. It felt so good to feel his powerful body on top of mine and have his cock inside me. Every time he thrust I would jerk my cock in ecstasy. He picked up the pace and I clenched my cheeks as hard as I could. He hissed and bit me ear. I heard him scream as he pushed his cock inside me and flooded my insides with his come. This pushed me over the edge and what felt like buckets of come shot out of my cock…

True Father, Brother, Son Experience: A True Incest Event

 

By Jack1972 submitted October 21, 2012

Categories: Caught In the Act, Coming Out, Family Fun, First Time, Older/younger, Straight Men, Gay Sex, True Stories

This is a true story. The only fictional part of this is my name, my father's name and brother's name.

Besides having our last name in common, we all have a cock looks the same and shoots same. Growing up I did not know my biological father. My mother had gotten divorced while I was still in the womb. My mother left my father while he was in Marines and she figured she could get ahead in life by leaving my Bio father and marrying a man of substance who had a college education. While this may have worked for her, it was hell for my older brother (and I) growing up in a home, where the step- father was  abusive and used our mother as his vessel to carry the only child he would ever have into the world. He eventually has a child named Mike. Mike gets it all growing up.

 He gets the new 18-speed bike, a new car when he comes of age, a fully paid-for  education (private

schools and colleges) . John (my natural brother, who is two years older than I) grew up being tortured (mentally, verbally and physically) by our step-father. My brother was so abused that he ended up trying to commit suicide twice as a teenager and the only solace he found was that in the arms (and bed) of his best friend in high school.

Physically, John is striking in high school. He's a football player and wrestler. He wins at every game he plays due his anger toward the abuse he received growing up. I would come home from school and find him whacking off in our shared bedroom, the bathroom or in the pool room. While I was never attracted to John, he was my brother and we would sometimes find ourselves doing things to each other if our parents were not home or, if it was late at night and one of us wanted to jerk off, the other would join in and we'd do things to each other just to make ourselves feel better about our looks and our bodies. In other words, we had some insecurities to deal with growing up, as our step-brother was Mr. Wonderful and we could never, ever live up to his accomplishments in our stepfather's eye. So, as teenagers (and eventually, as young adults) you find yourself wanting to feel good about who you are and, if there's only the two of us to help those good feelings along, then so be it.

Our jerk-off sessions eventually led to kissing, rimming, sucking, fucking and cumming. We made no bones about having sex with each other as we grew up.

Our biological father was German, Irish and Polish so, we had cocks that are thick, straight and nicely formed. No big veins, however, big mushroom heads and a bit on the pink side:-)

John is 7 inches and I'm just shy of 7.25 inches but a wee bit thicker. We both cum about the same and our cum tastes a bit the same. We both cum in long squirts (usually about five long squirts a piece) and we we're into cumming into each other's mouth. I watch these gay porn's where the guys cum in each other's face but, don't really seem to enjoy it. John and I would open up wide and cum on the tongue and swallow it down. We'd then suck whatever little seed was left until there was no more to drink.

      Intercourse was a different story, as I was not a fan of being fucked but, John thrived on being fucked. The first time I ever fucked him was with a carrot. I laughed my ass off as I stuck the big end of the carrot into his asshole and watched him squeal like a pig. Then I started using my fingers and eventually worked my way up to fucking him with my cock. It was not long before I was cumming inside him at least two to three a week. Now, keep in mind that he's a muscular guy with a six-pack and I'm the weaker of the two. Unlike john, I'm not into sports and I'm 140 lbs, blond hair and blue eyes. John is 170 lbs, blond hair, hazel eyes with a great smile. While I never want to be fucked and beg off of that part of our relationship, I do eventually succumb to his cock pumping away inside me - I get fucked based upon a "dare" after I had a few beers and sharing a joint.

Our parents had a big piece of property and a huge pond so, we'd go camping on one of the

small islands during the summer months. It was on a hot July night that John slid his cock into me. John had a lot of pubic hair and while I could feel his head growing inside me (as he was close to cumming), it was the tickling of hair against my ass (and his well-rounded balls) bouncing off my ass - that made me shoot my load up to the top of my chest. As he came (and I came) he licked up my cum and dropped into my mouth. I gladly drank down my cum while he filled me up his cum. He didn't immediately pull out his dick after he came. He left his cock inside me and I felt it deflate (slowly) and as his cock was getting softer, I could feel him start to grow again (as did I) and he slow-fucked me, as I came a second time. Unfortunately, he could not come a second time as he was spent. No doubt, my first fuck was my best and to this very day, I judge ALL fucks by the first.

While John is fucking around me, he also meets a cute guy named Mike (real name). Mike is dark haired, green eyes and on the wrestling team. John starts spending time with Mike (at his house) and I find a new friend in my neighbor (Eugene, his real name) and he has dark curly hair, brown eyes and he's one year younger than me. Eugene and I spend time blowing each other (he fucks me, he never gets fucked) and we have a great summer relieving our sexual tension, while my brother John does the same with Mike.

(BTW, years later, I meet Mike in a gay bar called Feathers in Teaneck, New Jersey and we had a hot session of sex while talking about what I did to John, what John did to me and what Mike did to John and what Eugene did with me).

   By the time I reach 19, I find out where our biological father is living (just 85 miles away) and my brother John is now in the service. I go down to visit my bio-dad for the first time and find out I have two half-brothers I never knew existed. I'm told I'm the best looking out of all the kids and everyone tells me that I take after my father (looks wise). The similarity between my father (Bob, real name) and me stops at looks. He's four inches taller (six feet) muscular, athletic build (from working in hard labor plumbing his entire life) and a cock that's 8.5 inches long and half as thick as coke can, however, he has a mushroom head like my brother John and I have so it's kind of cool to see that all of our cocks look the same with the exception of our father's cock being a longer. In the "balls" category, we ALL have large nuts and a big ball sac and, we ALL have blondish, light red) pubic hair. Our cocks (when erect) go rather straight and when soft, all hang down over our ball sacs. Where our assholes are concerned, we don't have hairy assholes but, we hair we do have is curly and guys like pushing their cocks through that hair on the way.

WARNING: Father/Son Incest Event Disclosed Below: 

Now, you may wonder how I know all this good stuff about our father and I'm going to share with you what TRULY (100%) happened to me at the age of 19. If you're a guy who ever wanted to have sex with your father (forget your uncles, cousins, brothers) then you have to be willing to do this on the off-chance that things will never be the same. Yes, you'll fulfill a life long fantasy (if it is) however, it comes with a downside (we'll discuss the downside at the end of this all-so-true event).

I start visiting my father on the weekends. He has two other boys but, they live with his third ex-wife (what a surprise there). He has a three bedroom house and he waits like a puppy dog (on Friday's) just waiting for me to arrive. This new found relationship is one that's kind of cool, as we did not grow up together and here he is discovering who I am as a adult. He has no clue I'm gay and he has absolutely no clue that I want t KNOW everything about him. I want to know about his failed marriages, his other boys, his likes, his dislikes and I have every intention of seeing his cock at some point and time. In fact, I want him to see my cock with and without a hard on just to see his expression. I want him to feel as though he not only had a good looking kid, but, he had one that has a decent body, broad shoulders, abs (because I was skinny and you could see them) and a nice pair of balls with a decent size cock. I have a bit of a bubble butt and I look pretty good in jeans and I want this guy to be proud of what he created.

        I have no inhibitions so, I spend my weekends (at his house) running to and from the bathroom with a towel around my waist or, no towel at all. One night, after we had more than a few beers (and a shot a piece) I excused myself from the living room, got into my designated bedroom and stripped down to nothing. I left the door open a foot and and started to jerk off. The light from the window was more than enough light for my father to walk by, duck in to say good-night and for him to see (and figure out) that I was masturbating. Sure enough, ten minutes later (don't know how I even held off cumming that long) I heard him lumbering up the stairs. My heart was beating so fast that I was starting to lose my hard on. I cupped the left hand around the base of my cock and balls in order to keep my erection. Just as I'm cupping my cock, my father ducks his head inside and says good-night but, he only gets out the word "good" and then says, "excuse me". I shout out, "oh" and he quietly closes the door until I hear it click. Now, I'm all worked up and almost explode with the excitement of him seeing my cock and nuts in their full glory.

While it's an achievement to get him to see my junk, I have other plans. My goal is

simple. I want his cock inside me. I want his cock head getting swollen inside me and I want to feel his balls tighten up, as he shoots his seed (the seed he used to create me) inside me. I want to lick his seed off his cock after he exits me and then i want to do it again and again and again. The next day I begin setting up the scenario that may just get me what I want. Now, he has no clue I'm gay, has no clue I want to have sex with him and thinks that all my running around giving him a cock shot, here and there, is just a young guy being a young guy, hanging out with his dad.

The following morning, we go fishing. I like to fish and that's a trait that all in the family seems to share. One good thing about fishing from a boat is that when you have to take a piss, there's no where to go but in the lake. So, we're out for a few hours and we're in this little cove and I stand up, undo my button and pull out my dick out to take a piss. My father takes a few glances and keeps on fishing. Now, I had a pee-chubby to begin with so I was looking pretty good in size and my dad says "so the apple don't fall far from the tree does it?" I smiled, laughed and sat back down and grabbed my pole (not the pole I wanted to grab but, a pole nonetheless).

      We caught a few decent sized trout and that's what we had for dinner. I'm sitting at dinner in a t-shirt and boxers as I had to take a shower when we got home and he did the same. While I used the guest bathroom, he used his bathroom in his master bedroom. It was during this time I got to take a decent look at his cock. I needed some boxers (as I don't own any) and waited for him to start the shower, heard him close the shower door and then I went in to ask if I could borrow a pair of his shorts. My father's bathroom was state of the art, as he's a plumber so, he's got all the goodies - including a glass door on the shower. I first saw him in profile and could see his cock hanging over his balls and I swear I was seeing John's cock. As I entered the bathroom he turned to me and there it was in all its glory. As he was washing his junk, he pulled on it (in front me) a few times and I could see a bit of growth. He turned his back to me as he told me to grab a pair of shorts and it was kind of funny as I spent time in his shorts drawer smelling his crotch smell while trying to find a pair of shorts to wear. As he turned the shower off, I grabbed a pair of shorts that had little flecks blue color that had no design. They were blue. 

So, here we are eating fish in the kitchen and my dick and balls are sitting there for him to look at (if he wishes) as his shorts are big on me and I could have being wearing tent. I'm skinny and he's tall and wider then me so, do the math. I see him take a few cursory looks every now and again but nothing to telling. I'm beginning to think that my fantasy may just stay a fantasy after all. I decide its time to turn up the heat a bit so I suggest we go out and have a few beers. He lives in a town called Manville, NJ, which is not a great place to go out and find a place where one can drink and talk quietly. The hick bars can be a bit rowdy so, I suggest we go one town over (which we do) and we stop at a Tavern. We down a few beers and I start buying him shots. One of us has to drive and I volunteer, as he's already had a few shots and I'm sipping short beers. It's 12:30 AM and time to go. He's had four shots and three and a half beers and he's not much of a drinker.

      He did not need help to the car but, certainly needed some help getting out of the car and into the house. We're not exchanging much in the way of words but, he's indicating it's time for bed and walk him into the bedroom and like I gave him a small push, he heads for the bed - without breaks. He falls softly on the bed and onto his back and I walk over to him and sit on the end of the bed and take off his shoes, I then pull off his socks and ask him if he needs anything else. He wants take a shower and I ask him if he needs help and he says "no". As I start to leave the room, he starts to pull off his pants as he heads for the bathroom. I hear him take a long pee and then I hear the shower start. I put on his boxers and t-shirt and wait until I hear the shower door closes. A few minutes go by and I walk into the bathroom asking him if I could borrow his razor in the morning and he says "sure". As I'm standing there I see him growing a bit. He's soaped up and tugging on his cock and he's just growing. I start to grow myself and actually get embarrassed and turn to my left and walk out the bathroom door. I go back to my bedroom and take off my t-shirt and boxers and get into bed.

I hear the shower stop, hear the bathroom door close and could even hear him fall into bed. I lay there for what seemed the longest time and then got up and went to the edge of his door. He was laying their with his hands behind his head, eyes closed and naked. He had a hard on and I just walked in slowly (naked myself) and asked him if he was okay. He smiled and said nothing. This is that moment I talked about earlier. This is that moment when you either do what you set out to do or do noting at all. I approached the bed with a full hard on, looked at his erect cock and approached the bed as though I was going to sit down but, detoured to his cock and put my mouth on his cock head and grabbed his balls gently. He went to push me away but he had enough liquor in him where he wasn't not about to push much away. I sucked on his cock and felt him grow in my mouth to a full erection. He had an erection when I walked in the room but, now he had a FULL erection. If I had never walked in his room, he probably would have jerked off.

I sucked on his cock real hard to keep him erect and I started to take my spit

(and his pre-cum mixed together) and while I sucked his cock - and spit out pre-cum and spit every few minutes - I would take the jizz/spit in my right hand and lube up my asshole getting ready for the right moment to sit on his cock.

While he's moaning, he was still resisting a bit but, boys being boys (and the apple not falling too far from the tree) any guy is do-able with enough alcohol and opportunity). I begin to feel his balls getting swollen and don't want him to come so I stop blowing him and concentrate on licking his balls and reaching my tongue down to his asshole. Now, being he's my father, I figure he likes all the same things I do so, I start pushing up his legs and he actually begins to move every so slightly, as I dig my tongue into his asshole. His dicks spitting pre-cum, his asshole is wet and I'm ready to be fucked.

    I'm filled with mixed emotions. I'm scared, horny, scared and then more horny and not fully hard myself. He begins to moan so much I panic that he's going to cum so I pull my head out his ass and straddle him but, I slide his cock in me as I straddle him. He hurt liked hell as he was bigger and thicker then I expected. I heard him moan out loud (really loud) as I slide his cock all the way in and I started pumping my ass up and down on my father's cock. I grab his balls with my right hand so I can feel his hairy balls slap my ass against me as I help him fuck me. This goes on for about five minutes and he's moaning and moaning and moaning and then I feel it. I feel his head swell up inside me and and literally screams out "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!". He cums all right. He cums so much that it's dripping out of my asshole onto his balls. When he's done cumming, I jump off him and lick up his cum and suck all of it off his dick. I even lick all of his pubic hair free of cum ans spit. He's just laying there not saying a word (I think he's in shock). I get down and start licking his balls, as I'm stroking myself and it takes all of nine strokes and I'm shooting my load on his bedspread.

(God, my heart was pounding just writing about this event and wishing I could do it again and again and again.)

So, what happens next? I leave his room, not a word is spoken. He eventually closes his door and I hear the lock click shut. The following morning, I get up, jerk off in bed to the images from the night before and head down to breakfast. On the kitchen table is a note that says, "please leave and never come back". So, you see, you can search all of your life for the ultimate connection with your dad and never find it. Sometimes, when you do find it and get it out of your system, there's nothing left but, the memory. My dad died last year of kidney disease and I hope he died a happy man.