Mexico, Day 5
written with CPL Cody
I don’t know what kind of dream I was having, but I woke up with a throbbing boner. Harder than normal, if possible.
I had slept straight through to about 7:30. I slowly woke up to find myself in the middle of the king-sized bed alone with the sheet tangled around my legs and across my waist. The sun greeted me as I opened my eyes, streaming into the room as I noticed Dad was already up and his side of the bed was empty. I stretched, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes as I slipped out of bed and walked naked over to where I was able to see if Dad was out on the balcony, hopefully with some breakfast.
Only he wasn’t there. It took me a minute to notice the note Dad had written on the hotel stationery pad and placed on the dresser.
“AT THE POOL,” it read, in Dad’s neat handwriting. Of course. A Navy man can’t break his routine that easily, even on vacation, I thought.
I leisurely stroked my hardon, which hadn’t yet gone down. It was wild that with all the sex Dad and I had been having, my libido was still so fired up. I was almost inclined to jerk off right then and there. But I suspected – and hoped – Dad and I would have another opportunity for fun.
It was our last full day in Mexico, and I was still giddy that my father, my own dad, had been as excited to have sex as I was. And we did more than have sex, we were downright exploring each other, body and soul, getting to know one another in a profoundly intimate way. While perhaps nothing topped the intensity of our first fuck, the first time Dad’s mammoth cock pushed in bare into my hole, our session yesterday afternoon came pretty close. The way Dad had taken control of the sex, and of my body, had been insanely erotic.
On the way to the bathroom, I stepped over to look at the full-length mirror hanging next to the hotel room door. I could see the result of the clean shave Dad gave me right before he royally fucked my brains out and gave me the orgasm of my life. My sculpted chest and returning washboard abs were baby smooth as I ran my fingers down my body. I flexed my muscles for my own gaze and remembered that my pits and forearms were hairless as well. I turned my back to mirror and tuned my head, twisting my torso to look back at my ass as it caught the sun. I ran an appreciative hand over the smooth muscled curve of my glutes, the skin still contrastingly creamy white as I let my fingers wander into my smooth crack. The sensation was new and arousing as my fingers slid in smooth, noting just a trace of lingering lube in the folds of my asshole.
I felt my hardon twitch. My mind flashed back two years, to my last day at home in Norfolk before heading off to college. Dad was away on deployment, and I’d enjoyed an extended, day-long edging session home alone, capping it all off by stroking in front of Dad’s bedroom mirror, naked, wearing only Dad’s Navy, dress white uniform coat. I remember how I ached to be older, to have a man’s body to fill out that uniform. Well, I certainly had a man’s body now. Still young, definitely collegiate, but not as bulky as Dad’s middle-aged build. But as I now stood naked in front of that hotel mirror, slow-stroking my dick in my reflection, I had to admit that I looked good. With my tan and the baby-smooth muscle, I looked like a guy in a porn video. I felt a surge of excitement and a dribble of precum coat my knuckles as I imagined Dad thinking of me that way.
I let go of my firm, thick prick, watching it hover in its upright morning fullness. I had been hesitant and passively resistant to Dad’s shave down yesterday, but now I loved thinking about it. I’d have to examine why it turned me on like it did. It gave me a shiver to remember, but I enjoyed having Dad take control of my body like that, having him fuck me, being used for his pleasure. I still didn’t have the thoughts to process these desires, but even then I knew Dad had tapped into something deep inside me. It was getting fucked, sure, but there was also something deeply primal and psychological about being physically beneath my own father.
I thought of waiting for him, maybe being ready on the bed with my shaved-smooth ass offered up for him when he returned. But I still felt hesitant taking the initiative with Dad like that. He’d been open to a hell of a lot this week, and it was like I was seeing a new side of my father. But there was still something one-sided about our sexual connection – me craving, and Dad acquiescing. That’s something else I’d have to think about. After this week, I decided.
I gave my dick a soft pinch to try to stem my erection some, and went to wash my face, brush my teeth, and shave. I slipped on just my mid-length navy trunks and flip flops, grabbed a towel and made my way down.
It was a beautiful clear morning with a gentle breeze out. My father was still doing laps in the pool, the only person in at that hour. I watched him for a few minutes as I dropped my towel on the chair next to his, admiring his strong arms and shoulders as they appeared above the water on each stroke. Despite Dad’s large and muscled frame, he was nimble and almost graceful as he sliced through the water. Swimming helped keep Dad in great shape, so I decided to get in myself.
I’m not as good a swimmer as Dad, but the full-body workout felt great after all the lounging about we’d been doing, not including the sex. Though I didn’t want this vacation to end just yet, I was looking forward to getting back to working out and more physical activity. I knew my knee was feeling like new, and hopefully the doctor would give me a clean bill of health to ball for the end of the season.
Dad was just pulling himself out of the pool as I wrapped up my final lap. He toweled off, dabbing the water off his hairy and bulky body as he watched me get out of the water after him. He made no intent to hide this roaming gaze as he took the sight of my smooth and now wet upper body as I strode towards him and my towel. I could feel the water seamlessly roll off my chest and abs as Dad watched the droplets move down my sleek skin. I toweled off as we traded smiles. “Remind me why I live somewhere with winter,” he laughed.
Still in just our trunks and flip flops, we grabbed breakfast at the poolside restaurant. I enjoyed this. Not only the lazy informality of vacation, but being there shirtless with Dad. I noted the clear contrast between us as we chatted – Dad being brown haired, bigger, bulkier, hairier… older, but very physically well kept due to the demands of his Navy career. On the other hand, I was leaner compared to Dad, less bulky but more defined, blond haired and now completely smooth except for my legs. Of course no one had any idea of the depravity we’d been up to, but it was like we were able to be ourselves down here in Mexico.
“Last day in Mexico, Slugger,” Dad said, sipping his orange juice after we’d finished our meal.
“I can’t believe it’s about over,” I said.
“Me either, son. It’s been the perfect getaway.”
He was right. After my injury, the mood I fell into… I needed this. And despite us barely leaving the hotel, I didn’t want it to end.
“It has,” I said. “Anything you want to do for our last full day?”
“I have some ideas,” he replied with an eyebrow raised and a small curl on his lips. It was fun seeing Dad be playfully sexual. It was a decided contrast to the intense seriousness of the day and evening before.
“Sounds perfect,” I said, acknowledging the unspoken with a small smile of my own.
“I figured you wouldn’t have a problem with that plan,” Dad grinned, sitting back up straight as I watched him square his shoulders as his furry chest bulged out from his frame.
“You must think I have a one-track mind,” I replied playfully.
“The idea had occurred to me,” Dad said with a glint of lust in his eyes. “Whataya say we go make use of that Do Not Disturb sign?”
We didn’t rush, but we assuredly made our way back to our room, mostly silent. I could feel the sexual tension build between us as we waited in the elevator and strode down the hall, and I could already see Dad’s erection about to burst out of his trunks.
Just as the room door shut behind us, Dad and I immediately had our hands and arms around each other as he pulled my mouth to his. His fingers ran through my damp blond hair as the power in his kiss intensified. I moaned into his mouth, but I followed his lead, my hands combing back his damp, brown and grey streaked hair as I felt his hands slide down my back until he firmly gripped my waist. He took control. Our nearly naked bodies smelled of chlorine. But as we made out, I loved feeling Dad’s damp lycra trunks and his moist bare skin. The new feeling of Dad’s hairy muscles pressing against my cleanly smooth chest and torso was invigorating as I in turn pulled his body harder into mine. Dad groaned with lust and pulled another moan from my lips. His kissing was incredible, in part because I didn’t know what approach he was going to use when we kissed. This morning, it was a more earnest swapping back and forth of our tongues, and Dad even applied a little suction to mine. That got me hard as fuck, quick.
I felt his lycra-clad boner grind against my own rigid mound as we felt each other up, standing toe to toe. My hands reached down to feel his ass. There was something powerfully erotic about holding the solid round mounds of gluteal muscle that pushed his trunks out in perfect proportion. Dad did nothing to say his ass was off limits as he dug his tongue into my mouth, his hands holding my waist firmly as I felt his dick rage against mine.
The idea that we had only one day left in Mexico weighed on my mind. I’d been hesitant to bring it up, but I knew I wanted to fuck Dad. Or at least put my desires out there. I smoothly broke our kiss, allowing our lust to simmer as we still clung to each other, skin against skin.
“Dad,” I started, his face and lips still close to mine. “Have you ever gotten fucked?”
He gave me that certain “Dad” look. “I thought this might be coming,” he said frankly, his hands still on my waist, holding me close.
I went into retreat mode and pulled my hands from his ass, back to his lower back. “I don’t mean any disrespect, sir,” I said, my blue eyes softening as I stared back into his deepening grey ones. “Only I’ve thought about it… a lot,” my voice now softer than before. He was still in control of this, us… and I didn’t want to jeopardize any of it.
Dad ran his hands around my waist, and then up along my smooth torso. “I have done it before,” he said softly as he felt up my sculpted and hairless chest, his hands soon cupping my face, fingers in the hair behind my ear, his thumb caressing my cheek. “But, it’s been a real long time. And… it’s not something I’ve done too often, Jimbo.”
“That’s OK,” I said, acknowledging my acceptance of a “no” for an answer.
Dad grinned, his hands sliding back down and off my body as he took a couple slow steps backwards into the room. He soon stepped out of reach as my hands slipped from his waist, still grinning at me with a flash in his eyes before as he turned and walked over to the bed.
With his back to me, he pushed his thick fingers under the band of his tight trunks and slipped them off his ass. I let out a low moan as I noticed Dad was also sporting a tan line that framed his ass, although not as pronounced as mine. He dropped his trunks to his feet and stepped out of the damp material, leaving them on the floor. Now naked, he got up onto the bed and stretched out on the mattress. My heart pounded as I watched all 6-foot-2-inches of Dad’s fit muscular body stretch out on his stomach, thick legs spread as he propped himself up on his elbows. He looked back at me from over his shoulder.
“My turn to trust you,” he said, his voice low and serious. “But please go easy on me, Jim. Real easy.”
“Yessir,” I replied in amazement, my sexual excitement half choking my words while giving me a lump in my throat. I had dreamed of this, maybe not as much as Dad fucking me, but still pretty damn close. It was the last majorly intimate act we hadn’t done, and the very idea that we would made my nuts ache.
My fingers tore at the drawstring knot at my waist before I slipped the damp swim trunks down my thighs. Now naked and hard as a rock, I kicked them aside as I took in the amazing sight before me. Dad’s nude body was splayed face down on the bed, bared in full muscular glory. In the still quiet of the late morning sun cascading over Dad’s body, I had to pause to admire the amazing masculine form of my father. His smooth wide back bulged with a million muscled knots and sinews, building and tapering to the small of his back, where the swell of a full, muscular ass rose high and wide. It was definitely the ass of an older man, not a pert, spherical bubble ass, but a real man’s ass, big and hairy. It made me hyperventilate as I took my throbbing dick in hand.
Quietly I approached the bed behind Dad. I carefully climbed up on the foot of the mattress, kneeling between Dad’s spread thighs. I gradually ran my hands up his legs, starting at his ankles, feeling the soft furry strength of his mounded calves, his hamstrings, and his thick outer thighs. Then, as if claiming their prize, my mitts grasped his hips and then cupped the magnificent brawn of his ass. The hairs grew intensely thick all over the surface, and thicker into the crevice of his crack. My father’s ass, so much like my own, but different. Fuller, more grown up, stronger, and with darker hair.
I boned up hard, and I knew I was leaking, drooling onto the sheet beneath me. I could feel the heat emanating from his sun-soaked skin as I settled between his thighs, Dad spreading them wider as my face drew closer to his ass. I gently gripped Dad’s buttcheeks, feeling the firmness as my fingers pressed into him. I slowly pried them apart, opening and revealing Dad’s beautiful, deep mantrench. The hairs did not quite hide his puckered hole. Unable to resist, I found myself kissing it, putting my wet mouth to my father’s anus as I shoved my smooth face between his furry cheeks. Dad’s flavor burst across my tongue as I groaned, savoring him. He tasted bold and dark, tinged with chlorine as his deeply masculine smell filled my nostrils. As I fluttered the tip of my tongue against his tight ring, it felt nasty, and perverted… and right – so right, and so good. I licked his hole feverishly, made love to it the best way I knew how – just like Jack Grant had taught me. Dad let out a labored gasp as I watched his back flex and ripple, glutes snuggly clenching my jaw as my lips and tongue bathed his hole. I moaned against Dad’s loosening ring, feeling my tongue just starting to slip into him, his flavor growing darker and more intense as I gripped his cheeks, spreading him as I let my eyes flutter close.
“Aw, Gawd… Jimbo,” Dad’s baritone voice groaned as he hiked his ass up to meet my mouth. “Feels good, son,” he half grunted.
Three simple words – but they egged me on like nothing else. Dad was consenting, telling me it was OK. Telling me he wanted this. I pushed my tongue out, digging deeper and starting to flutter between the tight assfolds, drilling into his private and sealed insides. Trying to claim him, possess him – just like he did me.
The rimjob had my father squirming his beefy body against the sheets, legs writhing, fists clenching, muscles flexing with others relaxing. Dad gasped as I felt his hole flex around my tongue and against my lips. “Fuck… you know how to rim, son. Wasn’t sure if you wanted this.” Dad sounded as if he was holding his breath.
I kissed Dad’s hole and pulled my head up, hovering in a perch inches above that spittle-covered asstrench with spit-soaked lips as my fingers held him open for me. “Fuck yeah, Dad. I want this so fucking bad,” I groaned and dove back in, watching Dad’s head fall back against the sheets as I shoved my face back between his glutes and my tongue back into his depths.
As I munched away, listening to my wet kisses and Dad’s soft groans, the tension in Dad’s upper back eased and he leaned forward, lowering his hips in relaxation as his hole was slowly pulled from my mouth. “Remember your promise, son,” he said, nervousness now in his authoritative voice as he half turned his head back towards me. I didn’t know Dad’s sexual history, but I sensed at that moment that he had not done this much, at least not with someone as hung or as thick as me.
I ran my hands reassuringly up and down his furry hamstrings. “Trust me, Dad,” I said as I licked and kissed his hairy ass cheek.
The knowledge that I was reversing roles was like dynamite to my cock. It throbbed so hard it hurt. Yes, I wanted to fuck. I wanted to fuck my father. I spread Dad open one more time, my fingers digging at his now spit-soaked trench, the forest of hairs now wet, showing me his sopping, dark pink pucker. I gave a final, quick jab of my tongue against his tender hole before lifting up back unto my knees. I reached for the lube still sitting on the nightstand.
“Oh man,” I purred in disbelief as I uncapped the tube and squirted the viscous slick onto my fingers. I dug into Dad’s ass crevice and zeroed in on his manhole. Dad sighed as I rubbed the lube against his pucker, mixing it with my spit. I pressed in. I gasped at the ring’s tightness, only reluctantly giving way and then clenching around my digit. He was hot, tight, and silky on the inside.
“Mmmph.” Dad grunted with slight discomfort as I watched his back flex and felt his hole tighten. I could tell he was about to admonish me to slow down, but he held his tongue.
I gave just the slightest flick of my index finger buried a half inch inside him. I then pulled back and gently prodded, sliding back in.
I could feel his defenses calm. Not go away, but I was able to push my index finger all the way in and out with ease.
I ran my hand along his back and said in the calmest voice, “I’m going in with two, Dad.” He gave me the slightest nod and grunted a little at the second, but it was a turned-on kind of groan as I slid my middle finger into him alongside my index. I squirted more lube on the connecting point of my hand and his hole, and that helped. Now I was fingering him freely, until it was time for a third. Dad grunted at the initial fullness, but relaxed as I felt him slowly accept me.
Dad had been lying passive on the bed as I fingered him, but now he hiked his ass up for me, spreading his legs. It was a signal he was doing OK. That I was doing it right.
“It’s going to be tight,” I announced as I pushed in the fourth finger, everything but my thumb. My cock is fat, and my four digits approximated what he’d be taking. Dad lowered his head and gripped the sheets. He was drum tight, his ring and asswalls constricting around my fingers, so I know it felt intense for him. I went easy on the twisting with the instroke but moved my hand around just a little to help his hole get accustomed to the stretch.
I was breathing heavy now. Four fingers now lodged up my father as I lubed his insides. “God, Dad, this feels incredible. I want this so fucking bad. Beyond what I’ve dreamed,” I said in awe as I watched my fingers disappear into his snug hole.
“I’m as ready as I’m going to be, Slugger,” Dad said around a groan as he lifted and turned his head, looking at me from the corner of his eye. I nodded and slowly pulled my lubed fingers from his loose and slicked chute. I watched Dad’s pucker close back up tight, looking shiny and wet, and inviting. I sat back on my knees, looking down and Dad, prone and ready for me.
“On your back?” I asked him, holding back my lust as I tried to sound respectful. With other men, my preference was to fuck from behind, but I needed to see my father’s facial expressions to guide me through this.
As Dad flipped and maneuvered himself unto his back, I was pleased to see that mammoth dick erect and leaking as his hooded skin stretched almost all the way back from around the head. For all of Dad’s nervousness, he was turned on by the expectation of me tapping his hole.
“Put your legs on my shoulders,” I instructed respectfully. It wasn’t like me to order my father around, but I figured if I was going to top him, I could decide the best way to. He smiled, both amused and turned on by me turning the tables. He raised his strong, muscled legs as I helped him place his hairy calves over my smooth shoulders with his size-13 feet just behind my head. I knew that in this position too, Dad could see my smoothly shaved torso and chest between his spread thighs. Anything that helped excite him was going to help.
I looked down, my 8 inches throbbing angrily. My cock felt like it was about to get so hard it might just snap right off. I didn’t dare touch it with my fingers, afraid I’d shoot all over Dad’s body right away. Instead, I poured a cascading sheet of lube from the top and down the sides, watching the shimmery liquid drip off the tip in long strands. With just my thumb, I pushed my solid prick down and nudged the turgid head against Dad’s hole, smearing my precum and lube over and around his puckered and hairy entrance.
Dad took a hold of his dick, stroking the 10 inches slowly as I watched the look on his face, his “Dad” demeanor swimming just behind the lust in his grey eyes. I could tell he very much wanted to instruct me to go slow, but I cut him off.
“I got this, Dad,” I said as confidently as I could. He nodded. And… slowly, steadily, I applied pressure. He was tight, and I felt the resistance immediately as Dad gave an involuntary expression of discomfort. I didn’t say anything, Dad knew he had to relax. We held still, deadlocked for a minute or two – my hard cock and his tight hole. I let my cock head pulse against Dad’s pucker as I caressed his legs, holding his eyes with mine until Dad drew in a heavy breath and I saw his chest and arm muscles relax again. As Dad gripped his half-hard dick, his sphincter opened partially up and the head of my cock breached the clearing. In that instant, I had penetrated and bored a couple good inches into him. I was fucking my father!
“Jimbo…” Dad groaned as he looked up at me, eyebrows knotted with disbelief as he let his jaw hang open with painful pleasure. I could tell he was battling a million sensations and emotions at that moment.
“Oh, Fuck… Dad, it’s…” I lost my words. It’s impossible to describe that rush – to put the most amazing feeling of your life into words. It felt simultaneously like a dream you never dared to dream and the most natural, inevitable thing that could happen. My dick sinking into the man who made me. His ass felt hot, tight and alive. I could tell he was struggling to accommodate my fat piece, but he was also turned on like crazy. His legs flexed against my shoulders and I watched his hair-covered abs clench in involuntary reaction. I didn’t let him clamp back up on me. I pushed my hips forward, and with them, my fat stalk.
I looked down in disbelief to see Dad’s once tight ring stretched around my thick shaft, the hairs of his trench wet with lube, curling around my shaft just before I slowly sank into him. I didn’t bottom out, but my father’s ass now had the majority of my son dick wedged inside him.
“Holy fuck!” he grunted as his hands reached up to touch me, his palms firmly pressing at my taut abs. It was a defensive move, maybe, but I loved the touch of his hands on my smooth abdomen and sides as my dick reveled in the tight pulsing heat of his asshole.
The grey in Dad’s eyes took me in, and he took in sharp deep breaths. His vulnerability at that moment made me emotional in the high tide of my lust. I loved that he was taking my cock, accepting me inch by inch, but I needed to feel more of him. I leaned down, my hands reaching for his neck and jaw as I pulled his lips to mine, doing my best to kiss him softly instead of with the fevered passion I was feeling. It might have been uncomfortable for him, folding his midsection like that, but I wanted to reassure him. And, well, I wanted to kiss him badly.
With his arms around my back and shoulders, I gave him one final quick push of my tongue into his mouth, and we made out for another second before I leaned back up. Dad’s dick was hard once more as he handled it, leaking between his stroking fist. His other hand gripped my thigh, holding my groin close to his open ass. “Fuck me, Jimbo,” Dad growled just under his heavy breath, the authoritative Navy captain once more dipping into his voice.
I nodded. Once more kneeling between Dad’s open thighs, his calves on my shoulders as I pulled out just an inch before gently applying a bit more force, and slowly feeding my father the rest of my cock. Dad’s face grew more excited, almost overwhelmed by the intense sensations as my cock passed his deeper ring and I lodged my 8-inches fully into him.
“Damn, my boy’s got big dick,” Dad grunted with a hint of a playful smile once my balls finally mashed against his ass. His dick dripped its clear sap all over his fingers as he milked his shaft in his fist.
“Yessir,” I smiled back, feeling an intense pride now that I was in the saddle and buried deep inside my father’s body. I wasn’t hung like Dad, but his acknowledgment of my size was a wild thrill. My arms wrapped around his thighs and I ground my blond pubes against his furry taint, taking a second to flex my dick deep inside his chute.
I pulled back my hips to drag a few inches from his clenching hole before I pushed back in, bottoming out once more. Dad’s body shook, and he grinned with pleasure-filled surprise. Now, this time, his tight resistance was mostly gone as Dad’s hole now felt snug, but lubed. I pulled back and fucked him again with a little more force. We both moaned as I thrust back into him – again, and again, grinding my cock over his buttnut as I built up to steady fuck.
Dad was excitedly and clearly surprised at the sensations in his body, his muscles moving with my every thrust. “I can’t believe this…” he hissed. “Can’t believe I’m taking all of you.”
I smiled down on him. I don’t know what expression he saw in my face. Cockiness, excitement, gratitude,… overwhelming lust. I was certainly feeling all of it. “Yeah, Dad?” I responded, my voice quaking.
Dad’s gray eyes met my own gaze. It was like he was reading me at that moment and decided to feed my inner desires. “My own son’s cock… inside me,” he hissed.
I felt like I could dive off the deep end here. Acknowledge our incest. “I’m fucking my father,” I said, even as my voice choked in my own lust. “Fuck, we’re really doing this, Dad.”
“We are, Slugger. My boy’s really fucking me.”
It was so crazy and nasty. All of it. But it was his calling me Slugger right then that had me cumming. I felt my muscles spasm as my hips lost control, thrusting into my Dad as my balls drew up, feeling the growing wave rolling in. “Dad, I’m gonna…” I gasped with ragged breath as the pleasure shot up from my sack, pooling at the base of my cock for only a split second before firing up and out my shaft. My cum jetted right into my father, right then. I threw my head back, eyes clenched shut, as I cried out, my hips giving Dad short but powerful thrusts as I dug my fingers into Dad’s thighs, holding him to me as I pumped him full of his son’s jism. “F-fffuck.”
“Yeah, Jimbo… fuck yeah, get that nut,” Dad groaned as I felt his hole tighten around my spasming cock. I couldn’t stop that orgasm if I tried, it just hit me so powerfully, fueling a series of rapid thrusts into Dad as my ejaculation continued and finally subsided.
As my breathing calmed, Dad looked up at me, excited and getting into the zone himself. He fed off my orgasm, his chute still flexing and rippling as I imagined him milking my cock for my cum. He stroked his long tool with rapid jerks, moving that foreskin back and forth over the head.
“Keep fucking me, Jim,” he breathed, his face showing me his need. “Please. I’m so close, buddy.”
I did. My hips shuttered as I pulled my sensitive cock out a few inches, angling my groin and then aiming for Dad’s spot as I plunged back in. My prick wasn’t losing any of its hardness anyway, and I savored the slicker path in and out of his guts now that my cum load was easing the way. I slowly built back up a rhythm, the thrust now sounding more wet as I could feel my dick pushing out my load.
I gripped Dad’s balled-up calves from my shoulders, pushing his massive legs apart and back, angling his hairy ass up, opening him up as I could now clearly see my still-solid cock plowing in and out of his hairy, cum-lubed hole. His furry trench was soaked with lube, precum, sweat, and now my oozing white load as I coated my shaft on every outward stroke. Fucking my Dad kept my cock hard, but the sharp, post-orgasm sensations were still ripping through my dick. I know I had a pained look on my face as I held on tight and fucked with determined steady thrusts.
I was unprepared for how turned on this was getting my dad. His clear excitement to bottom for me pushed me harder.
“Aw, Slugger, gonna fuck it out of me, son!” Dad’s one hand flew over his head and clenched the sheets, bicep bulging as his back arched. I’d been grinding his nut, making sure he felt the best my cock could give. He let his head roll back as the chords of his neck bulged and flared, clenching his jaw as he gave his cock one final stroke. “Fuck! Jimbo! Yeah… Ungh… UGNH!” That ten inch dong sprayed like a firehose as several heavy ropes of liquid Navy seed landed in splats across his heaving hairy chest and abs, and even reaching his neck. The sensations intensified as Dad’s hole clenched my cock tight, holding it mid thrust, making sure I felt his orgasm from the inside. Dad’s always been a big cummer, but this load was incredible.
I let go of his legs, letting them rest and then fall off my shoulders, and he lazily wrapped them around my waist. “Oh, Jim,” he exclaimed between deep breaths as I leaned down to meet him in a deep, slow kiss. I wanted to thank him for giving me one of the most incredible experiences of my life.
Dad ran his hands down my back as I claimed his mouth. Until finally he pulled back from the kiss and patted my side.
“I’m afraid you gotta pull out, Jimbo. My son’s got a big dick, you know.”
“Sorry, Dad,” I said with a sheepish smile as I slowly extracted myself.
Dad’s eyes held mine as we both smiled and gasped at the feel of my slow and wet exit. Dad grunted when I finally pulled out, smiling with accomplishment as I felt his hole seal back up against the tip of my still plump, but softening cock. “You might just be the biggest I’ve had,” Dad said, making me blush as I climbed off and fell down next to him on my back. Shoulder to shoulder, we both turned to look at each other, still smiling.
“You OK? I went pretty hard at the end. I couldn’t help myself,” I confessed, feeling less like a porn star and suddenly reverting back to my usual self.
Dad winked. “I’m OK, Slugger. But, fuck. My son’s one hellava stud.”
I blushed with a sheepish grin and turned towards him, half rolling onto my father as we booth leaned into each other, lips seeking lips. We made out softly on the bed. Dicks sated, I felt so grateful my father had given me this gift.
I let my hand roam across Dad’s chest, rubbing his cooling seed into his fur, his muscle, down his abdomen and along the spent truncheon of his still plump and fat cock. Finally, my arm circled his body, pulling him partially onto his side as my hand cupped his ass.
I must have been smiling uncontrollably as Dad remarked, “Looks like someone found a new toy.”
“Each time I think it can’t get better, it does,” I replied as I looked back up at him, our faces still close enough to kiss.
“I’m glad,” Dad said softly, his hand reaching up to cup my cheek as he leaned his lips in to meet mine once more.
We kissed again a little while longer as we let our hands explore each other’s bodies, then Dad got up to take a shower. I stayed in bed, laying on my back with my hands behind my head as I closed my eyes, resting at first. But the sexual activity and release had drained my energy and I felt myself slip into a nap.
I wasn’t sure how long I was out, but I woke up still naked but alone in that hotel bed, the full-day sun still brightening up the room. I roused up and onto my feet, and saw Dad had left me another note rather than waking me, telling me he was at the beach.
After a quick spritz in the shower to rinse off the dried lube and cum, I slipped on my still slightly damp trunks from the floor and gathered up my towel, key card, book, and some cash, and made my way down to join him.
Dad was out at what had become our usual spot on the beach, mostly secluded with plenty of shade. He too had slipped on his lycra trunks from this morning and was reclined on one of the loungers, under an umbrella, reading as I walked towards him in nothing but my still damp trunks.
As I approached, he greeted me with a smirk as he looked up from his book. “You’re even walking different, Slugger,” he said, his eyes taking in the shine of my smooth skin in the sun, the way my blond hair curled in the swaying sea breeze as I finally reached him.
“What?” I laughed, laying out my towel on the lounger next to his.
He turned to face me, rolling onto his side as he propped himself up on his elbow, his strong, tanned body on full display as his mature muscles bulged under his hair covered skin. His straight dark hair was partially styled, but still mostly unkempt and windswept as the afternoon sun highlighted his greying temples. He looked happy with his bright eyes and curled lips on his handsomely square jaw. God, Dad was gorgeous.
“I wouldn’t call you cocky, but you definitely look… I don’t know… confident,” he said as he let his eyes sweep up and down my half-naked body until finally resting on my face.
I smiled at the compliment as I finally took a seat and laid back. “Well, I’m feeling ten feet tall,” I said, folding my arms behind my head as I looked at him. “I’m gonna be thinking about what we just did for a long time.”
Dad nodded. It was like he knew how important this week was for me, and I knew it had at least some of the psychological pull for him, too.
I was happy, and I was glad that Dad was happy as well. The conversation flowed out of us so easily before we went back to reading. Dad set down his book as I watched him get up to go for a swim in the ocean. Of all the nearly naked bodies in the water, Dad was definitely the biggest, most muscular of them all. I sunbathed for about fifteen minutes then went to join him. The water was warm but refreshing on my heated skin. We swam out together and waded in the turquoise water as the waves lapped at our chests as we continued our conversations. I liked the way Dad’s chest hair stuck his skin. I liked how handsome he looked with his dark hair slicked back. I loved the lines of his face as he smiled and laughed at what I said.
It was a perfect day.
Dad and I had lunch at the poolside restaurant, probably for the last time, and afterwards, I napped again under the umbrella while Dad read next to me. Around 2, I woke up as Dad said he needed to get his laps in at the pool. I thought about joining him just before he walked off the beach and out of sight. Lord knows, I could have used the exercise, but I resolved I’d hit the aerobic conditioning hard when I returned to Charlottesville.
An hour later, I lay there on my back, not quite dozing off, but looking out lazily onto the ocean when I felt cool droplets of water on my skin.
Dad was standing, towering above me in just his wet lycra trunks. His skin still looked damp as his body hair clung to the contours of his muscles, his hair was slicked messily back as he looked down at me, laughing with a beer for each of us in his hand. I sat up and took the bottle offered me as Dad resumed his reclined posture on his lounger next to me.
We chatted, our normal father-son chat, and some random stuff too as we proceeded to get a light buzz, Dad signaling the waiter over to keep the beers coming.
After a lull in our carefree chat, Dad finally turned to me and asked, “I have a question, Slugger. Do you think you’ll date someone, have a boyfriend?”
We’d kind of talked about this the other day, earlier this week, but it had mostly been about my present and past, not my future.
I shook my head. “God, I want to, Dad,” I said, letting a little frustration slip into my voice. “But I can’t let people know I’m gay. At least not many people.”
Dad sighed. “You sure about that, Slugger? I hate to see you unhappy.”
I nodded. “Yeah, Dad, I’m sure. I want to give baseball a shot, and I can’t be out if I want that chance.”
“Says who?” Dad asked, challenging me.
Normally, I’d feel chastised by his lecturing tone. But I pushed back, in the clearest way I knew how. “Let me put it this way… if they got rid of ‘Don’t Ask Don’t Tell,’ do you think there would be an openly gay Admiral?”
“That’s different,” he replied curtly, sharply shaking his head. “Beside you don’t know there wouldn’t be.” Dad never abided by anyone criticizing the Navy. He could fault certain officers, or actions, or policies, but not the service itself. Plus, it was one thing if he had criticisms. But from outsiders, it was another thing.
“Dad,” I said, exasperated, “Sure, it’s different, but not totally.” I did want to argue with Dad, but I tried to think of a way to get him to understand my point. “I mean, I love baseball, and I love the guys I play with. I’m sure some of them would be OK with me being gay. But there’s a reason there hasn’t been an out major league player up till now. It’s just… reality.”
He nodded as he sat back and took another draw of beer from his bottle. “You’re probably right. I’d like to think that if you’d joined the Navy you’d have a fair shot. Same goes with Jack Grant. It hurts me to think you guys wouldn’t be recognized for your ability.”
“I admire the hell out of you, Dad, and I respect the Navy. You know that. I wasn’t putting anyone down.”
“I know, Jimbo,” he said softly. “Let’s chalk this one up to you being right.”
“I wish I wasn’t, Dad… and that’s not what this was about. I just want you to know it’s gonna be tough to find someone. I hope I can find a guy who can deal with a closeted boyfriend.”
“I hope so too, Slugger,” he said sadly, but also optimistic.
“So…” I said, turning his inquiry back on him. “Do you see yourself settling down again soon?”
Dad nodded. “Maybe not soon, but yes. I want to find someone in my life. It took many years to deal with your mother’s passing, and then I had you boys to raise on my own.” He paused as if in the middle of a thought. “But now I think I’m ready for someone in my life.”
I thought that was that for Dad’s answer, but he took a couple more sips of beer and added, “I’m thinking it will need to be someone closer to my age than Nicole was.” He gave me a jovial grin. “The shallow part of me loves scoring with a hot younger woman, but we weren’t at the same stage in our lives.”
“You’re not looking to have more kids?” I asked with a joking smile.
He shook his head and laughed. “Hit the nail on the head, Slugger. I love you boys, but four’s enough.”
In light of the levity, I felt I had to tell Dad something else. I let my smile fade as I took a gulp and spoke up. “That’s another challenge, I have, Dad. I, uh, I tend to go for guys older than me, so there’s always that age gap.” Earlier that week, at that beachside bar, I didn’t tell him that I preferred an older man. Now, I blushed as I admitted it to Dad.
Dad didn’t seem surprised, but maybe a little concerned. “How much older are we talking about?” he asked, his “Dad” voice growing more prominent.
I shrugged. I felt a little embarrassed, but I figured if I was sexually interested in Dad, he had to know it was possible I’d be into other older men. “30s, 40s,” I replied. “I have slept with guys my age… I don’t know, maybe when I get back I’ll try that a bit more.”
Dad sighed. “Don’t beat yourself up trying to make your life fit someone else’s idea, Jimbo.” It was a simple lecture. But at that moment, those words from Dad meant the world to me. He polished off his beer bottle. “I’m glad you could be honest with me about this stuff, Jim.”
“That goes both ways, Dad.”
He nodded and looked at his military watch. “I took the liberty of making a reservation at a nicer restaurant tonight… I thought it would be a nice end to our trip.”
I felt excited at the idea. “Wow, nice ending for our spring break. Sounds great, Dad. What time?”
“Nine,” he said. “I might head on up and nap before we head out. Feel free to enjoy the last bit of beach time.” My father got up and put on his T-shirt, gathered up his towel and book, and stepped into his flip flops as he left me with the ocean.
I thought of getting up with Dad, but I thought maybe he wanted some down time. Besides, I was worried I couldn’t resist hitting him up for sex right away. Part of me wanted to, but part of me looked forward to later that night. If indeed Dad was in the mood.
The sun was down behind the hotel, but I did in fact enjoy the last hour of my time here at the beach. Finally, I gathered my stuff up and went up to the room. I opened the door quietly but Dad was in the shower, not sleeping.
I waited until he came out, wearing just his underwear, and then took my turn to shower. As I peeled off my swimsuit, my dick grew firm, then hard. I’d certainly been giving my nuts a workout this week, but I was still horny. The more time I spent with Dad, the more I craved him.
I didn’t touch myself though, even as I showered and dried off, then shaved and groomed myself. I gave myself one more look in the fogged mirror, noting how smooth and sleek I looked with my skin still damp. I think I liked the shave-down Dad had given me now more than I did before. I stepped back into the room naked with my soft cock now swinging but still plump. I half wondered if Dad would want sex before dinner, but I didn’t see him waiting for me in just his towel like before. Through the sheer curtains, I could see that he was sitting out on the balcony. I found my nicer pair of khaki shorts and a light, short-sleeved dress shirt at the bottom of my duffle. But I did go casual with my flip flops and left my shirt untucked.
I quietly stepped out onto the balcony and had to take a second to admire Dad’s handsome appearance. His chest and shoulders looked awesome in the fitted button-down shirt he had on, short-sleeved like mine that also showed off his thick biceps and hairy forearms arms as well. I loved that he had the top buttons undone as he showed off the deep cleft between his pecs, covered in a forest of dark chest hair. While he did have chino shorts on, he did decide to go for some nice sneakers instead.
“Ready for dinner?” I asked, leaning on the frame.
Dad turned his attention towards me, and his eyes lit up. “Wow, you’re such a handsome young man,” he said.
I ran my fingers through my still damp blond hair and blushed at his compliment.
He stood up out of his chair with a huge grin on his face. “Let’s go get a drink before dinner. It’s such a nice night out.”
*****
The place Dad picked out was nice, dimmed lighting, great view, with a semi-romantic ambiance – lots of couples and almost no families. I thought maybe our last night would be a little sad, but Dad was in a great mood – jovial and joking. And it put me in a good mood as well. I’d had a couple of margaritas and while I wasn’t smashed as we left the restaurant, I was certainly tipsy.
On our way back to the room, I was sure Dad noticed my prolonged stares as we walked mostly in silence as the night life came alive around us. Dad occasionally looked at me out of the corner of his eye, shooting me a wink and playful smirk, which made me blush and smile in return. I’m sure he could read my lust for him swimming in my blue eyes as I shoved my hands in my pockets, my growing dick becoming a little hard to hide in my khaki shorts.
I knew Dad also had sex on his mind the second we stepped inside our private space and shut the door. And he didn’t disappoint. He stepped right up, his muscled arms quickly circling around my waist as he claimed a kiss off me. I was still buzzed, the euphoric high letting my mouth melt into his as he fed me his bourbon-laden tongue. I let my arms circle his thick neck as he growled low and deep into my mouth, pulling and holding me close. It was more forward and possessive than his usual soft kisses as he made sure that I could feel his cock harden against mine in our shorts.
Without releasing my lips from his, he skillfully unbuttoned my shirt, opening it up and pulling it off my shoulders. It landed the floor behind me as Dad was now running his hands down my now tan, smooth upper body. He palmed my sculpted pecs before his fingers ran across my abs, finally gripping my waist as he pulled his tongue from mouth, sucking on my lips as he slowly ended our kiss. I grinned at him as I grasped at his bulging arms and shoulders through his shirt.
“You like me smooth?” I asked, my breath blowing across his still wet lips.
“I do,” he nodded, his hands gliding up my torso before his finger circled around my sensitive nipple, making it stand up in a nub as I gasped against his parted lips. I was hard.
He closed the inch between us and kissed me again, hungrily plunging his tongue into my waiting mouth. I moaned into his kiss and clawed at his own dress shirt buttons, undoing them one by one as he claimed my mouth.
Dad pulled back, breathing heavily into my mouth as I licked at his bottom lip as he undid the final buttons himself. I pulled his shirt open, revealing his built chest. My hands immediately gasped his mounded pecs, feeling the swirls of soft hairs between my fingers as well as the powerful muscle just under his skin. I ran my hands down, all over his torso, running my fingers down his equally furry belly.
Dad held me by my waist and smiled with deep lust, but he clearly had something on his mind.
“You know we’ll have to dial it back after this week?” he said, his voice now showing that “Dad” tone as it mingled with his sexual excitement.
“I figured,” I said as I ran my hands back over his massive chest and back around his neck. “This has been pretty intense so far.”
“It has,” he agreed with a deeper smile.
His hands drifted around my abs and openly caressed my smooth chest and arms. The touch of his hot hands made me shudder as I held onto his neck, my fingers in the fine, short hairs at the back of his head.
“How far dialed back are we talking?” I asked, curious as I let my hands slide down from his neck and around his strong upper body, my palms now gripping his wide lats.
“Like it was before, an occasional thing,” Dad answered, sliding his hands down my smooth torso and reaching down further to cup the clear erection in my shorts. “Very occasional. Only we learned a few new tricks for the bedroom,” he winked, feeling the heft of my hardon.
“Yessir,” I said with a soft laugh.
“Let’s go to the bed,” he said, quickly tilting his head in the direction.
I followed Dad as he toed off his shoes before reclining on the bed against the mound of pillows, not taking his shorts off. I didn’t remove mine either as I kicked off my flip flops and crawled up next to him.
Dad lazily stroked my chest with his fingertips, feeling my smooth muscle, warm from the time in the sun. “Turn around,” he instructed. “I want to hold you.”
I did, rolling onto my side with my back towards him as I soon felt his strong, hairy arms wrap around me and under me, across my chest and torso, pulling me back into him. God, this was the most comforting position I could imagine. Dad’s warm hairy chest nestled against my smooth back as his fingers lazily stroked my shaved torso. It was like he was memorizing every inch and crevice of my body, and his touch made my erection grow and pulse, still caged in my khaki shorts. It was just an involuntary reaction to his caresses as I felt Dad’s hot breath on my neck.
“When did you know, son?” he asked low and gravely, his baritone voice filling my ear as I felt his lips graze across the nape of my neck.
“Know?” I think I knew what he was asking but wanted to make sure.
“Knew you wanted me. Sexually.” When Dad spoke in short, blunt sentences like this, I got a chill down my spine. It was his simple way of instructing me. Being the father.
“Maybe I always knew,” I answered, remembering my teenage years and suddenly feeling hot all over my body. “Deep down.”
He caressed my muscles silently as I listened to his heavy breath. It was likely he was waiting for me to continue. So I did.
“When I was 16, I…” I started. I thought I’d be shy sharing this information with Dad, but I felt that whatever he might think of what I had to say, he’d asked me. “I’d realized I was gay, and that I liked to fantasize about guys. Often it was older guys, too… a couple of teachers… coaches. Anyway, I was jerking off and for some reason I thought of you. Your body.”
My body shifted a little in Dad’s embrace and I felt his forearm graze against my bare, smooth torso. “I guess you represented what I thought a man should be,” I continued. “I was jerking off and began to think of your dick, wondering what it was like…. And all of a sudden I was shooting everywhere. Honestly, it kind of freaked me out, actually,” I said.
The memory felt fresh as I recounted it. Dad on deployment, me home alone, in Dad’s den, stroking off in his large desk chair, surrounded by photos and mementos of Dad’s Navy career.
“But then thirty minutes later, I was doing it again, the same fantasy in my head… imagining you were there with me… us having sex.”
I was getting lost in my monologue, like a confessional. But while I spoke, Dad’s cock hardened even more, feeling larger and angrier as I could feel it nestled along my crack, a heavy ridge now pressed against my shorts. He was having the same kind of reaction I was to our physical closeness, growing a bone as he held me and we talked.
Dad gave my chest a gentle pat. Like he was grateful I was sharing this with him. “When did you start having sex, Slugger?” His voice was soft, less commanding. Inquisitive.
God, I felt so emotional and yet erect in my shorts. “In high school,” I answered directly. “Right before my junior year.”
I heard a soft chuckle. “That’s when I started, too. Though with girls.”
“I tried that, too,” I said. “Though quickly, I knew I preferred it with men. A lot more.”
I didn’t know if I should continue. But I figured Dad had brought up the topic. “I hooked up with a couple of older guys and I knew that’s what I was into.”
“How much older are we talking about?” Dad asked, concerned.
I decided not to fib. “20s. 30s. There was one guy who was kind of a regular and he and I would roleplay. As father and son.” I let my voice tapper as I tried not to divulge too much about my summer fling with the married Navy Lieutenant Colonel, Glen Evans.
“Damn, Slugger,” Dad said, pressing his warm body against mine. “You did a lot of growing up, fast.”
“You’re going to say too fast,” I anticipated.
“I wouldn’t have been happy had I known. I guess I wasn’t around to supervise you much then.” He had real regret in his voice.
“Dad,” I sighed in a half objection.
“All right,” he said. “I asked, and you’re being honest with me.” He stroked my chest some more, giving me goosebumps. “It runs pretty deep with you, huh?”
“What runs deep?” I asked.
“The attraction to older men.” He paused. “To men like me.”
“Yessir,” I said. “Even if we’d never done anything, Dad. It’s just how I’m wired. Maybe you’re not happy about that.”
“Don’t apologize for being who you are, Jim,” Dad replied, his voice heavy with emotion.
Then I felt it. The fingers that had been circling along my pecs traveled slowly down the ridges of my abs. I thought at first Dad was just teasing me there, too. But the hand went lower. He undid the fly of my shorts. Not taking them off or making any gesture to remove them, Dad slowly slipped his fingers beneath the band of my boxer briefs. His nails raked through my pubes, dipping his hand deeper down into my crotch, his knuckles brushing against my throbbing hardon before taking me in his large fist.
I pressed back against him, eager to maximize our contact. Dad had a fuller hardon now, gently grinding it against me as I turned my head, exposing my neck to his kissing tongue and lips.
“I still can’t believe you had the balls to make the moves on me,” he said with his lips and teeth nipping at my earlobe. There was humor in his voice, but also seriousness.
“I still can’t believe it, either,” I laughed. I tried not to thrust into Dad’s flexing fist, but his grip felt so good around my dick.
“I don’t know if I’ve done the right thing,” he said. “But I’ve sure as hell enjoyed what we’ve done.” He slowly started stroking my cock, his hand still concealed in my underwear as he worked my shaft. “You have, too.”
“Yessir,” I replied, a bit submissively to my surprise. I relaxed into his embrace as I let myself focus on the pleasure Dad was stroking out of me. I wondered if we were just going to do this, a handjob. But even beyond my horniness in the moment, I felt a happiness enfolded in Dad’s arms.
Dad pulled away, but I soon felt and heard him rustle behind me and I knew he was taking off his shorts, kicking them off his feet and off the bed. Immediately, I felt his arm wrap around me once more as his nude body pressed back into me. The feel of his cock was more prominent as his mouth left soft kisses across the back of my neck.
“You’re an amazing young man, Jim,” Dad said softly with his lips in my hair.
Dad hooked his thumb into the bands of my shorts and briefs as he smoothly pushed both down and off my waist. I helped, raising my hip as Dad slid both garments down my thighs until I finally kicked them off my feet. My hard cock sprung free.
Dad’s hands kept feeling up my smooth skin along my chest, abs, and trimmed pubes – the product of his session earlier. I gasped as he lodged his dick in my now exposed crack. Without my hairs down there, I felt the immediate slick of Dad’s sap drooling from his half-hooded cock head. I pushed my ass back a bit, spreading my cheeks as Dad’s cock wedged in like a hotdog in a bun.
Maybe we weren’t just going to share a handjob.
Dad hissed, inhaling a whiff of air from across my neck as he held me tighter, pulling me back against him. I twisted my neck, needing a kiss. Dad obliged leaning up to snake his tongue between my parted, sun-chapped lips. I had appreciated this slow-burning intimacy, but now my eager horniness was winning out over restraint.
Dad ended our kiss, pulling back and was now caressing my shoulders and outer arms. Dad slowly thrust the length of his dick between my cheeks. I flexed my glutes, imagining my gripping buns pulling back his hood as I could feel his moist cock head slide against the top of my ass and the small of my back. I sighed as I felt the raised underside of his shaft slide across my twitching hole. I marveled at just how deep Dad must have gone inside me when we fucked.
I felt him twist behind me as I heard a familiar snap before he returned. His fingers, cool with liquid, slipped between my ass cheeks, stroking and prodding against my shaved pucker. It felt so different to be smooth and bare around my hole. It was like every nerve was amplified. Particularly when the cool lube first touched my smooth sensitive skin.
“Sore?” he asked, kissing my neck as his fingers circled my hole, rubbing in the slick, anointing me for his entry.
“Not really,” I said, turning and craning my head back to look at him. I pushed my ass back, spreading my legs just a bit, opening more for him. “I want it.”
“Tell me if I go too hard on you, Jim,” he said and easily slipped the first fat finger inside me. He paused, but my hole was still relaxed from our fuck early last night. Sensing my looseness, Dad pressed another of his meaty thick fingers in and twisted them around. I moaned, holding his eyes as I felt my hole clench around his invading digits.
“Fuck, your hole’s more relaxed now, Slugger,” Dad muttered as he dug in a little deeper with his digits, probably feeling his own paternal seed churning in my chute. The sensation felt wonderfully stimulating as he grazed my P-spot. My body shook and tensed.
“You did that, Dad. That’s you.”
“I know, son,” he growled. “Fuck, what a perfect shaved hole.” I could tell he was entranced by my pulsing asshole around his probing fingers. “Sorry for skipping the foreplay, Jimbo. I love tasting you… but I gotta fuck you, son.”
I finally felt him shift and pull his wet fingers from my now lubed hole. His slick cock head grazed my entrance, the lips of my ass now kissing his drooling piss slit as Dad smeared his natural fuck-lube up, down, and around my smooth pucker. Dad soon zeroed his large cock at my entrance. His right hand rested on my hip to steady him, and he pushed forward. I let my head drop against the pillow as I moaned between my grinning lips, feeling my hole smoothly stretch, opening up and swallowing the slick bulbous head of his throbbing paternal cock. Fuck, I needed this.
I was immediately grateful for our prior experience with anal sex now, since I felt my hole gradually accommodate his probing cock. As slow and as smooth as Dad’s entrance was, he was still hung like mule – 10 fat, fucking inches. So many thoughts crossed my mind as Dad penetrated me. Disbelief that he was so hung, pride that my father’s cock was so large, excitement that I got to experience it.
As Dad pushed deeper, he let his hand slide across my hip, reaching around to rest his open palm on my lower abdomen, right where the smoothness of my tensing abs met my trimmed blond pubes. He now pulled me back into him, and onto his dick, slowly, but with determination. I grunted a sigh of pleasure as I felt his inches bore into me, my hole now stretching around his girth. I felt the corona of Dad’s cock head slide past my prostate. I moaned as my nerves tingled, sending a warm numbing ripple through my body.
Dad growled as he pressed in further, giving me more inches until I felt his dick sliding past the resistance of my deeper inner ring. “Fuck yeah, open up for me, son.”
I arched my back and felt my hole clench up just a tad. Dad grunted at the tightness. He was still huge, but just as quickly as I closed tight, I relaxed, allowing him to feed me another inch – the pleasure now radiating from his cock like a soothing heat.
“Dad!” I grunted hoarsely as I felt his breath on my neck once more.
“Yeah, Slugger?” His breathing just as ragged as his broad hand made soft circles on my lower belly, reassuring me as he kissed my neck.
“You feel good in me,” I gasped.
Dad’s thick wiry pubes finally mashed against my ass with the final couple of inches pressing deep inside my guts. 10 inches. Fuck, 10 inches. Dad groaned with satisfaction as I could feel my hole clench at his shaft with alternating waves. He pulled me back against him, pressing me up against his furry and solid chest and abs. He licked at my earlobe as he flexed his cock inside me, making me moan under my breath and writhe in his arms.
Dad paused, buried full up inside me as he let me snugly grip his cock with my rectal muscles. His next words surprised me. “Who was your first, Jim? The first man to fuck you?”
My mind flashed to Jack Grant – San Diego, I was 18. Jack. Remembering that deflowering, I thought about how nervous I was. But I wanted him. I wanted Jack in me. And then he was. We were there on his bed. Him entering me, fucking me, face to face. His dick felt so good. He made me want it. My first time. Plowing into me as I nutted hands free. In a strange flash, Jack and Dad were one at that moment, past and present, mental and physical fusing into one.
My body tensed up as I knew I couldn’t possibly tell Dad. Not after my promise to Jack. Dad could sense my apprehension. He tightened his hold on me and kissed my neck again. “You don’t have to tell me,” he whispered against my ear.
“I can’t, Dad… I made a promise I wouldn’t… I’m sorry.”
I heard and felt his heavy breath exhale against my neck and into my hair. He gave a soft pat on my stomach as he kissed the back of my neck. “He didn’t take advantage of you, did he? Or hurt you?” Dad let a bit of a possessive growl drip into his voice.
“No sir,” I replied.
Then I felt it. Dad slowly pulled most of the way out as my wet anal walls tried to grip his slick and veined cock, knowing that all I was doing was pulling at his foreskin as he dragged his cock from my hole.
And then, with a snap of his hips, he re-entered me, a determined thrust as he expertly pounded my hole with firm force. “Ah… Aw!,” I cried. My hand gripped the wrist that was nestled against my torso. Dad’s cock bored past my prostate again and through my second sphincter, only to pull out and pummel me once more. I shut my eyes, letting my moan and groans now freely escape my lips. He was fucking me now.
I grunted around every thrust and continued. “It was good, real good, Dad… my first time. He made sure… aw fuck!”
Another thrust, his cock rubbing my spot, making me cry out as I was now pushing my ass back to match his. My prick was rock hard, but I didn’t dare touch it. I just braced my body as Dad fucked from behind as his hairy groin slapped against my smooth muscled cheeks. He pushed in again, grinding and stirring his cock into my deepest depths. I could tell he was getting exceedingly turned on.
“Ggrmm… I’m glad to hear, son,” he said and then he stopped, wrapping his strong arms around me, pulling me tight against his solid body with his huge dick wedged up so deep in me. I felt his stubbled chin against my neck as he said, “Sorry if I pressured you to talk about something private.”
I shook my head no, but didn’t have a good reply. His cock was making me moan as I ground my ass against his groin. “Dad…” I pleaded. He had to know I wanted him to keep thrusting, to keep fucking me.
Dad’s hand snaked down and touched my dripping cock. It was like putting kerosene on the fire. I bucked against his crotch wildly with my ass, wanting to maximize the stimulation from front and back as his fingers wrapped around my cock and my chute clenched around his.
Dad rolled me over on my belly, following to a full mount position, not letting his cock slip from my hole. “Let me drive this one, OK, Slugger?” he said over me as I spread my legs for him. He settled between my open thighs, groaning as I opened my ass even more for him.
“Yessir,” I muttered, gasping as he grabbed my wrists and pulled them up beside my head. He pressed them into the mattress with his body weight as he slowly dragged his cock from my hole, only to swiftly slam it back into me. I cried out in deep pleasure. Arching my back and hiking my ass up as he started riding me – long dick strokes in and out of my hole as his sweaty pelvis began to rhythmically slap ass as his heavy sack tapped my taint. I felt possessed as my father fucked me wildly on that hotel bed. My asshole sang with pleasure and intense sensations just this side of discomfort. He was hitting my spot, but his size and girth made sure I felt euphoric pleasure spiked with just a hint of pain. Each thrust made my prick drag slightly against the sheets, adding electrical currents to the circuit forming between my prostate and my nuts.
Beyond the physical sensations, there was that emotional jolt I got from surrendering to his overwhelming physical presence. Being beneath Dad. Feeling the man on top of me. Thrusting in his own determined but exciting way. Committing incest with me.
I found my breath growing shorter, but it paled in comparison to Dad’s heavy breathing as he humped into me with athletic precision. It was not even a minute of this when I heard him cry out. “Oh….umnnnh… Goddamit…. Fuck! It’s too good, son… Fuck, it’s too good… FUUUUCCCKKK!”
“Aw, yeah… Give it to me, Dad. Fill me!” I cried, begging him for his load. I then felt his body go rigid on top of mine as his thrusts turned into sharp and shallow jabs, and I knew he was pumping his seed into me with heavy pulsing spurts and loud grunts. I moaned as I could feel the scalding blasts paint my anal walls as I made sure my hole clenched his draining cock, milking Dad for all he had.
Dad kissed my neck once more and slowly pulled out, both of us groaning as I tightened my hole, making sure I kept every drop. I let out a grunt as his slick cock cleared my ring with a wet sperm-soaked kiss. My ass oozed out some of his cum involuntarily as I felt the drop roll down my cleft and across my taint.
“Beautiful,” Dad grunted as he held my ass open, a cheek in each hand as I’m sure he could see that he seeded me good and deep.
I’d been frustrated I hadn’t come with him, but I turned and rolled onto my back and started jerking my angry cock. Dad reached for the lube and squirted some on my dick, providing the right slickness for my strokes. He looked down on me, his graying hair out of place, and body sweaty as his chest and torso hair clung to his skin, accentuation the shape of his magnificent muscles.
“Sorry, Slugger…” he said looking down on me. “I can never last long in that amazing ass. I… I couldn’t help myself.” He was half apologetic as he caught his breath, but his tone was equally horny and proud of that pounding he’d just given me.
“‘s OK… I just need to get off,” I grunted with excruciating need, feeling turned on beyond belief. My orgasm simmered almost painfully, just under the surface, and I felt that pleasurable soreness in my ass keeping the memory of that incredible fuck fresh.
Dad nodded and lifted my muscular legs up, placing my still hairy calves on his shoulders. His penis was still rigid as he rolled his skin back over the sensitive head, and without fanfare, he entered me once more.
My eyes went wide with excitement. “Aw… Dad… yeah, make me cum,” I cried as my face twisted with a deepening pleasure as Dad smoothly sunk his 10 inches back into me. I let my jaw hang open as his girth and length once again zeroed in on my prostate. Dad’s face contorted, showing that his dick was still sensitive as he thrust in and out, for my pleasure this time.
The physical sensations would have been enough to get me off. After all, my prostate was singing with each push forward and the feel of Dad’s thickness rubbing over it. And I swore Dad was pounding my hole a little harder and a little faster. The room filled with the wet and almost sloshing sounds now that my father’s cum filled my hole and coated my crack.
But it was the other part that was going to make this an amazing orgasm in a week of amazing orgasms. I looked up at my father, the man I admired most, the man I was attracted to above all others. The idea that he had his dick inside me, the dick that made me, filling me along with his load… a bunch of my younger brothers swimming in me, thick drops oozing out of me. And those gray eyes looking down on me… his look of love and sexual excitement as he fucked into me with such perfect precision and power, grunting as he bottomed out over and over. My cum was coming on, and I knew that it was going to be an earth-shattering one. I felt that familiar knot of raw, liquid pleasure build in my nuts, churning with every one of Dad’s thrusts – a pleasure so concentrated it was almost painful, pulling at my nerves just under my skin. Dad’s cock hit my spot so perfectly until the moment my vision whited out as the pleasure instantly exploded from my balls and ripped through my cock. Overloaded, my body short-circuited, my abs crunched, and the concentrated pleasure washed over my face. I gripped my cock, feeling it swell just before the flood.
“I love you, Dad!” I grunted, my eyes wide, gasping as I gave it up, my overjoyed cock belching out heavy ropes of my jock seed, streaking all over my convulsing body. I even sprayed my chest and neck as wave after wave racked my body. I almost passed out, it was that good.
I soon came to my senses and something approaching normal consciousness as my brain rebooted and my vision cleared. Only then did I notice that Dad had stopped mid thrust, his hands still holding my legs with my calves still resting on his shoulders. On his face was a look of concern. He didn’t say anything, and it took me a minute actually to realize it.
But by then, I knew I’d fucked up.
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