Date: Sun, 19 Oct 2008 12:08:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: Scorpiojames@yahoo.com
Subject: At the Old House, Chapter 2

Disclaimer: This story is the property of the author and cannot be
reproduced without permission.  It is meant to be read and enjoyed only by
adults

Author's note: This is a continuation of my story "Smoking and Stroking."
I would like to dedicate it to MPS for his friendship and support.

At the Old House - A "Smoking and Stroking" Story

Those afternoons at the old house continued as the weeks passed and
Christmas edged closer. Some afternoons, my Dad would show up, come into
the house only to get me, and we would drive to the new house without
saying much, except to maybe discuss what I had done in school that day or
what we were doing that evening.

Other days, he would come into the house and we would spend some time
enjoying each other's company in a more intimate fashion. Most often, we
would enjoy a quick "smoke and stroke," which is what we started calling
our practice of sitting across from each other in the only two chairs in
the house, smoking cigarettes and jerking off.  There was something about
each of us watching the other that was just so sexy!  I was totally
fascinated by my Dad, by his body, his penis, and even by his masturbatory
techniques. Watching him, I realized there was more to jerking off than
just gripping one's dick and pumping it. I learned how each hand felt
different, how changing speeds and tightness-of-grip changed the sensations
I felt, and how using lubricant changed the experience completely.
Following his lead, I learned about edging, bringing myself close to
cumming, then backing off and relaxing, maybe lighting another cigarette,
and watching him bring himself close.  He seemed equally absorbed watching
me work my dick. Sometimes he would simply sit across from me, his dick in
one hand, a cigarette in the other, watching me stroke, with a smile on his
face betraying a certain pride. He had made me, he had made the dick he was
watching, and I think he was proud of what he saw.

There were also days when one, or both, of us needed more. Often I would
ask if I could suck him for a while, savoring the flavor of his dick and
the musky smell that came through the fly of his pants. Likewise, he would
sometimes tell me he needed my dick in his mouth and would kneel before me,
gently sucking my young dick until I came in his mouth. These sessions were
often quick, but always very intense with very little spoken between us,
just a succession of grunts, moans and even giggles as we got off before
going home.

But one Friday in particular stands out as very different from those other
days. It was close to Christmas. In fact, it was my last day of school
before Christmas vacation, so I was in an extra good mood. I had two weeks
ahead of me with nothing to do but enjoy the presents I was going to get in
a few days and eat all the food that would be put in front of me. I had
gone to the old house as usual, turned on the heat and began to relax when
my Dad pulled up. He walked in the front door carrying a backpack along
with his briefcase and set both down in the middle of the living room.

"Hey, Sport." He said. I'm not sure when he started calling me that name,
but I rather liked it.

"Hey, Dad." I replied. "What's in the backpack?"

"Things for tonight. You and I are going to spend the night here. If that's
ok with you. Someone's meeting me here early tomorrow morning to look at
the house and I though it might be easier if I just spent the night here. I
thought maybe you could stay here, too. Boys night out, if you know what I
mean." With that, he gave me a wink and I realized that this could be a
very fun night.

"OK. Yeah," I said.  "What about dinner?" It was only about 5:30, but I was
starving.

"I thought we could get a pizza. Maybe I'll even let you have a beer." He
replied. "But first I need you to help me get something out of the car."

"What?" I asked, getting up and going for my coat.

"I brought a futon mattress to sleep on. Had a hell of a time getting into
the trunk. Can you help me get it out?" He said, and started walking out
the door.

I walked outside and to the trunk of the car and helped him pull out, then
carry in, a large futon mattress. We carried it into one of the empty
bedrooms and placed it in the middle of the floor. Unrolling it, I realized
it was pretty cold from being in the car all day and it was somewhat stiff.

"We'll turn the heat up in here and it'll warm up," my Dad said. "Can you
run back to the car and get the blankets and pillows in the back seat?"

As I did this, Dad called a pizza joint nearby and ordered a couple
pizzas. About 15 minutes later, he left to get them, and some beer, leaving
me alone in the house again. I spread out the blankets on top of the futon
and lay down on it, thinking about the evening ahead.  I was so excited to
think that the two of us were going to spend the night alone together. We
hadn't done it in weeks, not since we had spent time alone at our new house
before my Mom and sisters moved in. I wondered what the evening had in
store for me.

Eventually, my Dad returned with the pizza and a couple six packs of
beer. He found me in the bedroom, still lying on the futon, and set the
pizza boxes on the floor.

"Are we eating in here?" He asked.

"Yeah, why not?" I replied and sat up to open one of the pizza boxes.

My Dad took one of the six-packs and pulled off two cans of beer, handing
one to me. I'd never had one before and being handed one by my Dad felt
like an acknowledgement of being a man. I popped the tab and took a big
gulp and, as I swallowed, realized that it was awful!

"Eeww!" I said, making a bitter face. "It's awful."

My father laughed at me, then said, "Yeah, it may take a little getting
used to. Maybe try drinking it without tasting it too much."

I took another swig, this time trying to block my sinuses so I couldn't
taste it as much, but I still found the aftertaste so bitter. But I was
determined to finish it. I wanted to prove to my Dad that I could be a
man. I realize now he had a very different idea to prove that point.

"Well, if I'm going to eat on the futon, maybe I should get out of this
suit." He was still wearing his shirt and tie from work and he started
removing his clothes as I tucked into my first slice of pizza. Watching my
Dad take his suit off was about the best dinner entertainment I could
imagine! When he was in just his T-shirt and briefs, he sat down next to me
on the futon, took a slice of pizza out of the box and began to eat.

"Maybe I should join you," I said, jumping up at the chance to take off my
clothes in front of him. I pulled off my shirt, feeling the cold air of the
room hit my chest. Then I unbuttoned my jeans and slipped them
off. Undressing in front of my Dad, knowing he was watching me, had begun
to excite me and I started getting a hard-on. Slipping off my jeans, I
stood before my Father in my white briefs, bulging in front, and looked at
him looking at me.

"C'mon down here." He said, smiling. He pulled me down on the futon next to
him. We sat together, our bodies touching, for a few minutes. My Dad had
put his arm around my shoulders when I plopped down next to him and
embraced me.  I could smell his armpit next to my face, which I always
found so sexy and, as I leaned into him, I began running my hand over his
bare thigh. I traced my hand up his thigh and touched the soft, white
fabric surrounding his balls. I lightly ran my fingers around his balls,
feeling them tighten up as I touched them. I could make out the outline of
his dick as it began to grow across his lap. As I touched his balls, his
dick jumped and grew longer. I moved my hand up and gently drew it across
the growing hardness. It felt warm and firm under my fingers and I gave it
a gentle squeeze. That seemed to be all it took for his dick to reach its
full length and thickness. By this time, I, too, had become fully erect in
my underwear.

"Mmmmm," He moaned. "That's what I need."

He leaned back a little, giving me more access to his crotch and let me run
my hands over his hard cock and balls, obviously enjoying the
sensations. Keeping his arm around my shoulders, he reached over with his
other hand and began rubbing my dick in a similar way. I looked up at him
and smiled, and he responded by lowering his face and kissing me. His mouth
tasted of beer and pizza, and maybe a little of cigarette smoke, and the
feeling of his lips and scratchiness from the five O'clock shadow on my
mouth made me melt into him even more. I yielded to his mouth, opening
mine, and I felt his tongue slowly slip into my mouth, and then pull back
out. I responded by pushing my tongue into his mouth, and suddenly, the two
of us were kissing and licking each other's mouths with a passion I didn't
even know I was feeling. It was like I'd gone on automatic; letting these
impulses come up from deep inside me and guide my actions.

"Hey," he said, finally pulling away. "Let's finish dinner first. There's
plenty of time for this later."

I moved away and sat across from him, still looking at his crotch, and took
another slice of pizza. We continued eating, occasionally talking about
something, but generally sitting in silence. It may have been the beer, but
it suddenly felt like the room had become warm and, feeling more
comfortable, I stretched out on the futon in front of my Dad and lay on my
side, propping myself up on an elbow. When my Dad had finished his last
slice of pizza, he lit a cigarette and passed it to me. Rather than light
another one for himself, it appeared that we were going to share this one,
and passing it back and forth seemed so intimate, so erotic, that I got
hard again.

"Ok," he said, uncrossing his legs and spreading them out. "Where were we?"
As he said this, he leaned back onto his elbows, opening his legs before
me.

Overcome with a lust that had been building up for the past hour, I dove
into his crotch, pushing my face into his underwear and rubbing my face
over the bulges it contained. I could feel his cock starting to harden
again and I put my mouth over the cotton-covered shaft and tried to suck it
through the fabric. As his cock grew in his underwear, my mouth moved along
the shaft until the head of his dick, now hard and bulbous, was in my
mouth. I exhaled into the damp underwear, thinking my warm breath might
feel good. I got confirmation as I felt his dickhead pulse in my mouth, and
I began sucking and licking the head through the underwear. Then I moved my
mouth down a bit to the leg opening, and tried to slip my tongue up
underneath until I could taste flesh. The smell and taste of his cock made
me crazy with lust. I reached up, grabbed his dick and began to push it
down until the head popped out of the leg opening. His head was dark purple
against his thigh and the white fabric of his underwear, like a ripe plum,
and I slipped it into my mouth and took about a quarter of his dick in. I
heard my Dad inhale sharply and then felt his dick pulse bigger in my
mouth. It seemed he was as horny for this as I was.

I pulled back the leg opening of his underwear, exposing the full length of
his dick as well as part of his balls, and began sucking him in earnest,
moving my mouth slowly down the length of his dick, burying my nose in his
inner thigh, and inhaled deeply. The musk that came off his crotch was
intoxicating and made my dick even harder, if that was even possible. I
continued sucking, bobbing my head up and down the length of his dick, and
letting the copious amounts of saliva filling my mouth escape and run down
onto his balls.

"Hold on a sec," he said, pulling himself back a bit. He lifted up his hips
and, grabbing the waistband of his briefs, slid them down his legs and
off. Then, leaning back again and spreading his legs, he took his dick in
his right hand and shook it at my face.

Like Pavlov's dog, my response was immediate and automatic. I dove back
onto his cock, slipping it into my mouth and pushing myself onto it until I
could feel the head hitting the back of my throat. I drew back, and then
dove onto it again, over and over, until my eyes were starting to water and
I thought I would choke. With each thrust, as his dick would hit the back
of my throat, my Dad would let out a grunt or a yelp, letting me know that
he was thoroughly enjoying himself.  I was lying on my stomach, between his
legs, rubbing myself against the futon mattress as I sucked. I think my Dad
really got off watching me work myself into a frenzy. At one point, he sat
up so he could reach out and grab my ass and feel it wriggle around under
his hand.

"Yeah, suck my dick." He whispered.

I needed no encouragement to keep sucking and felt like I could've done
this all evening. I continued sucking, occasionally taking his dick in my
hand and sliding my fist over the slicked shaft while I licked at his balls
or drove my tongue into the space next to his balls. Whenever I began to
lick in this area, my Dad would respond with a jump, like he was being
tickled, but then would settle into the sensation, moaning in ecstasy as I
slicked up his crotch with my mouth. As I licked around his inner thighs
and balls, I kept moving further down, behind his balls, and gently pushing
him back, I began to lick his perineum, savoring the salty flavor and the
musky smell.  Licking further down still, my tongue barely touched his
asshole, and I felt my Dad's body jump. He let out a yelp, obviously
surprised by the sensation, but enjoying it nonetheless. Rolling back
further onto his back, his asshole came into view and I stopped to admire
it before licking it again. The lips of his asshole were bright pink and
smooth, surrounded by very little hair. I could make out the ring of muscle
and watched as it became pronounced, then smoothed out again as he tensed
and relaxed his hole in anticipation. Gently sticking my tongue out, I
inserted the tip right into the center of that hole.

"Unh!" he said, again jumping at the sensation. "Yeah, that's nice."

I pressed my tongue against his hole and felt it again tense and
relax. Then, as it tensed up and I could feel the ring of muscle against my
tongue, I dove in and really began to eat his ass in earnest.  Where this
hunger came from, I really can't say, but I licked, lapped, and munched his
ass like I'd been hungry for it for weeks. As I licked his butt hole, I
began to moan because I was enjoying the sensations, as well as the taste,
on my tongue. With each moan, my Dad would moan in response and I realized
that the lower my moans were, the more vibrations I was sending into his
butt. I suddenly understood that it was turning him on, so I took a deep
breath and began to moan as low as I could.  Obviously, I had stumbled upon
a technique he enjoyed. My Dad had arched his back and now began to let out
short exclamations of pleasure, "Uhns" and "Ohs" that somehow seemed
different, and sexier, than I'd ever heard before. This only encouraged me
to do more and during this second attempt at licking while humming into his
ass, I actually felt my Father's body shake in response. He was in utter
ecstasy.

"Oh, man, that feels good," He said, in a low voice. "You're really getting
me worked up."

This comment, of course, pleased me and I continued licking his hole,
alternating between lapping my tongue around the outside getting his whole
crack wet and forcing my tongue into his hole and seeing how far in I could
push it.  I felt like I had stumbled upon some aspect of sex that neither
of us realized we enjoyed, but had blindly discovered and couldn't stop
doing.  Suddenly, without warning, my Dad swung one leg over my head, spun
around and was suddenly on his knees before me, his balls now hanging down
between his legs, his crack slick and shiny with my spit. Tilting my head
up a little, I dove in again, pushing my face hard into his ass, and shoved
my tongue into his warm hole.

"Unh!" came a muffled cry. His head was against the futon mattress and he
reached both hands around, grabbing his ass cheeks with his hands and
pulled them apart, further exposing his shiny pink hole to me.  "Yeah," he
said, in a voice that seemed almost high pitched. I knew he was really
enjoying this.

I began to lick the length of his crack, hitting his hole, but then licking
down to his balls, flicking my tongue over his perineum and watching as his
body trembled in response. Up and down I went, licking him and listening to
him moan in response. I was still in my underwear and pressing my achingly
hard cock against the futon mattress. Since he was pulling his ass open for
me and I only needed one hand to prop myself up, I turned slightly onto my
side and with my left hand, reached inside my briefs and grabbed my dick. I
realized as I slipped my hand in that there was a lot of pre-cum in my
underwear. I hadn't even realized until now how much had leaked onto my
briefs.  I pulled my dick out as much as I could, and then tried to slide
the briefs down my thighs so my cock was free.

My Dad, noticing what I was doing, said, "Rub your cock in my hole."

Needing no further encouragement or instruction, I knelt, slid the briefs
off and moved toward his crack. He lowered his hips a bit so his hole was
closer to the level of my dick and I gently pushed the head of my dick
right at the hole; feeling a warm, wet sensation on the very end of my dick
not unlike a pair of wet lips kissing it. Pulling my dick back a little, a
string of pre-cum clung to his hole, making a shiny string linking us. I
pushed back against his hole again, enjoying the squishy sound and
sensation as more of his hole opened, admitting a little more of the head
of my dick. Another moan met my ears and then my Dad's hand came around and
grabbed my cock.

Holding my dick in a rather firm grip, my Dad began rubbing my dick head
over his hole rather rapidly. The sensation was too much and giving a
little yelp, I pulled back.

"Too ticklish," I said.

"Ok. Sorry." He responded. Then, holding my dick again, he pulled it toward
his hole, making me move a bit forward. He began rubbing the head on his
hole again, but this time much slower. Then suddenly, with no effort on
either of our parts, the entire head of my dick simply slipped into his
hole. My Dad exhaled deeply and stopped and I, not quite knowing what to
do, stayed just as still. Suddenly, his hole tightened and I felt my dick
being pushed out of his butt.  But no sooner was it out when his hand
guided it back and, once again, the whole head slipped in.

"Oh, yeah," whispered my Dad. "Yeah."

I had never done anything like this before, and though I was learning to
enjoy getting a blowjob, I suddenly realized that putting your dick in an
ass hole was a very different thing. For one thing, it was much tighter and
where I was used to just slipping my dick into my Dad's mouth, I found that
I really couldn't go any further into his ass hole than I was right now. I
tried to push in a bit more and suddenly my Dad took in a quick breath,
arched his back and moved forward, leaving my dick to bob in the air.

"Easy, Sport. Don't push too hard, OK?" He said.

"Sorry." I replied.

"That's alright. Reach over to the backpack and look for a white can with a
black lid." He instructed me.

I moved over to the backpack and began digging around in it. Under all the
clothes and toiletries in the bag, I found a large tub of lube and pulled
it out. I looked over at my Dad and held it up with an inquisitive look in
my eyes.

"Yeah, that's it. Hand it to me." He said.

I handed him the lube and he unscrewed the top. He pushed a few fingers in
and scooped out a big blob of white cream. He reached around and smeared
some over his hole.

"Come here," He said. I was still over by the backpack, on my knees, my
dick pointing straight out, watching my Dad spread lube on his hole. My
mind was reeling as I thought about what lay ahead.  I crept forward on my
knees until I was within my Dad's reach and he took my dick in his hand and
began covering it with lube.

The sensation of the lube on my cock was intense and I almost felt like I
was going to come right there. After a few initial pulls on my cock, I had
to push my Father's hand off or I would've shot my load right then and
there.

"What?" he asked. "Too much?"

"Yeah," I replied. "I almost came."

"Well," he said, "We don't want THAT to happen yet." He gave me that smile
I found so disarming and I began to relax again. "Come back to where you
were."

I moved around so I was between his legs again, my dick once again touching
his ass hole. This time, rather than warm and wet, his ass hole felt cold
and almost slimy. The cream took a few seconds to warm up, but I enjoyed
watching my dick, covered in white cream, push against his hole, also
covered with white cream. There was something about watching my head slip
into his hole, and then slide back out, then in again that really turned me
on.

After pushing it in and letting it slide back out a couple more times, I
suddenly felt his hole open a bit more and my dick slid in further than
before. This time I didn't pull it back out, but simply stopped,
remembering what happened earlier when I went too far. My Dad, for his
part, seemed to be enjoying it, though he was very quiet. He had been on
all fours with his hips arching up to meet me. But he now had gone down
onto his forearms and rested his head on the back of his hands. I was
looking down at his head, and the side of his face, trying to read the
expression on it. His eyes were closed and his breath was rather shallow. I
honestly couldn't tell if he was enjoying this or not. Then, suddenly, his
hips moved toward me and with no effort on my part, his ass hole suddenly
opened and my dick slid in almost all the way.

We both gasped and my Dad suddenly was back up on all fours, arching his
back and thrusting his hips up toward me.

"Oh.... FUCK!" he yelled.

"What? Want me to pull out?" I responded, probably sounding a bit
panicked. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt him.

"NO! NO!" He said, even more loudly, and reached his arm back until his
hand had grabbed my right ass cheek. He pressed me forward a bit more, and
I felt the last inch or two of my dick finally slide into him. I was now
completely inside my Father. I was inside my Dad.

I suddenly felt his body pushing against me and realized he was trying to
sit up. I lowered my hips and he straightened up his torso, so how I was
sitting on my heels and he was sitting on my lap. His back came up to my
face and I kissed him between the shoulder blades.

"Wrap your arms around me," He said.

I did as I was instructed, feeling his warm, hairy chest under my open
palms. He spread his knees a bit more and I was able to scoot myself a bit
forward between his legs. As we sat there, hugging, warm and sweaty, I
suddenly felt his asshole tighten around my dick. I realized that, in the
last few seconds, as we shifted around, I had stopped actually sensing
anything down there. But suddenly, there it was, that feeling of warm and
wet surrounding my dick. He relaxed and his hole loosened around my dick
and I felt him rise up a bit on his knees, drawing my dick out of his
hole. I felt a moment of panic because I so desperately did not want to
pull out, but before I could do or say anything, he sat back down on my
dick, enveloping it again in warmth. Pulling up again, I realized that he
was doing this on purpose. He had begun to jerk off, and I leaned over to
my left to try and peer around his shoulder and watch. I stayed, or tried
to stay, exactly where I was and watched as he stroked his dick while
slowly pulling off me, then more quickly sitting back down on my dick. As
his hole loosened up and I became more accustomed to the sensations, I
began to understand what I needed to do. The next time he rose up, but
before he could sit back down, I pushed on my shins and thrust my hips
forward, shooting my dick back into his hole.

"Whoa!" he cried again. "There ya go. Yeah, that's it."

He didn't bother sitting back down on my dick, but rather pulled himself
forward until he was on his hands and knees again. I rose up with him,
still afraid of him pulling off my dick, and we were back to where we
started.

"There ya go, buddy. Give me a couple more thrusts like that." He said. His
voice sounded a bit hoarse and he was sweating pretty hard.

I pulled my dick out slowly, looking down at the shaft as it slid out of
his hole. The lube was no longer white, and my dick was shiny and bright
red. Once I was almost all the way out, I pushed forward and slid it back
in.

Both of us moaned in unison, he in that deep voice and me in a much higher
register. The sensations I was feeling were just incredible. I suppose it's
similar to getting a blowjob, but there was a difference, maybe because the
lube felt thicker than saliva, or maybe because there were no teeth, but it
just felt smoother. Whatever it was, I realized that this felt about 1,000
times better and while I certainly liked getting blow jobs, I now knew that
I loved to fuck.

I continued fucking my Dad in this doggy style for a while, both of us not
saying anything, hardly even moaning. It was like we were both
concentrating so hard on what we were doing that we couldn't speak. All you
could hear was our breathing, heavy with exertion and the slurping, wet
sound of my dick sliding in and out of his hole. I was still very slowly
pulling my dick out and sliding it back in, and he was pushing against me,
his hips meeting my pelvis with each thrust. I thought to myself that it
was almost like dancing. Once you found the rhythm, it was easy.

I started to pick up speed, realizing how good it felt if you went faster,
when my Dad stopped me.

"Hold on a sec," he said and sat back down onto my lap. "That's pretty
intense, there. I can't do that for long."

I suddenly felt frustrated, wanting to continue thrusting my dick. But I
didn't want this to end either, so I didn't protest. I wrapped my arms
around him again and rubbed his chest, then reached down and took his dick
in my right hand. It was rock hard and greasy from the lube and it felt
good to stroke him a little. As I stroked him, I felt his dick get harder
and his ass hole clamp around my dick.

"Here," he said, starting to tilt over to the right. "C'mon down with me."

Together, we started to move to the floor, onto our right sides. But as he
moved, I couldn't quite stay inside him, and, with an almost obscene
popping sound, my dick slid out of his hole. There was something so
immediately disappointing about not being inside him that all I could think
about was getting my dick back in. I was desperate.

My Dad had yelped a little when my dick popped out, but we both laughed at
the sound, and he almost immediately reached behind his hips to grab my
dick.

"Alright," He said. He was now on his right side and had bent his left
knee, so his legs looked like the letter "h." I lay beside him, moving down
a bit toward his feet, and then slid my dick back into his hole.

Both of us moaned in unison. The warmth that met my dick, that familiar
sensation I had only recently discovered, returned and almost overwhelmed
me. Maybe because I was no longer sitting on my heels, but was lying down
made a difference, but this felt even better than before. His hole was
open, but not at all loose, and I slid in easily. With almost no effort, I
could easily pull back out, then thrust my hips back in. I positioned
myself a bit better, propped myself up on my elbow, and began to fuck in
earnest, as if I'd done it a hundred times.

"Oh, yeah. That's it. That's feels fucking ACE!" my Dad said. He reached
around with his left hand and put it on my hip, helping me thrust into
him. "Oh... FUCK!" he said.

I was propped up on my right elbow, and with my left hand, I began rubbing
his chest, feeling the damp hair and his slick belly. The room had
definitely become warmer, both from the heat and from our efforts. We had
both become slick with sweat and the sensations of our bodies sliding
against each other, plus the smell coming off us, was beginning to
intensify everything. I began to feel that little tingle that starts at the
tip of my dick telling me an orgasm is not too far off. I really wanted to
keep going, both to just feel this incredible feeling more, but also
because he seemed to be enjoying it so much. My thrusts were now being met
with grunts and that turned me on even more.

"I'm not sure how much longer I can go, Dad," I said. "I'm getting
close. Do you want me to stop?

"No, Son." He said, twisting his torso so he could see me. He lifted his
left arm over my head and placed it on my shoulders and pulled my head down
to his. He kissed me a couple times, then held a kiss long enough to slide
his tongue in my mouth. "Come whenever you want," he said quietly, looking
my in the eyes.

I'm not really sure where it all came from. It's not like I had seen any
porn movies of guys fucking, nor had I heard anything about it. But
somehow, I seemed to know instinctively what to do next. I placed my left
hand on his hip, giving myself some leverage, and then really began
fucking. Hard. With each thrust, I let out a moan. The sensations were just
so amazing and my dick felt so good. It all felt so... natural. I picked up
speed and, at this point, was really pounding him. I could feel my nuts
start to churn, and the sensation at the tip of my dick became even more
intense. I closed my eyes and threw back my head. I suddenly felt like my
whole body just melted away, and I was nothing but a cock, a hard,
thrusting cock burying itself deep into the warmth.

Then it started: that feeling that begins at the base of you neck and
slowly spreads out over your head, tingling, like a cascade of champagne
bubbles. I continued to thrust, but I wasn't pulling my dick out as far as
I had before. In fact, I think I was pushing it deeper in. I had rolled
forward, almost onto my Dad, and felt like I was really burying my dick the
deepest it had ever been. And as I fell forward into him, hugging him from
behind, pressing my face against his, my mouth against his ear, I hugged
him as hard as I could and felt my dick spasm as the first shot flew out of
my dick. I stopped thrusting and just pushed. I pushed up into him as hard
as I could and felt the second shot go. Then, pulling back a little, I
thrust for the third, fourth and fifth shots. With each one, I let out a
moan, almost a whimper, into his ear.

For his part, he was still holding my left hip with his hand, pulling me
into him and holding me steady while I unloaded into him. With each shot,
he would quietly whisper encouragement.

"Yeah," he said. "That's it. There ya go." Each time I heard this, I felt
this rush of joy and pride. We were so in sync, so together. I don't think
I ever experienced anything quite like it. As I slowed down and my body
started to relax, I opened my eyes and a huge smile spread across my face.

My Dad was twisting around and looking at me. There was a smile on his face
too.

Then, turning away from me, he said, "Don't move."

I lay where I was, still propped on my right elbow, breathing heavily,
still feeling my dick pulse inside him. I had stopped coming, but my body
still jerked and spasmed as my cock finished pulsing inside him.

My Dad took his hand off my hip and, lifting his left leg a bit, began
stroking his dick. "Push it in me again," he said. "Can you fuck me a
little more?"

I honestly didn't need any encouragement and realized that, now that I was
done coming, I could still thrust and it felt good. It felt different, but
still very, very good. My dick always stayed very hard after I came, and I
knew I wouldn't slip out.  So, I started fucking him again.

It took him almost no time to come. I realized he must've been close a
couple times already. That was probably why he had stopped stroking
himself. As I thrust into him, his breathing became heavier and faster. He
was stroking his dick pretty fast at this point, and I loved how my
thrusting seemed to get him even closer. His moans became louder, his
stroking faster, and he almost seemed to collapse. He dropped down from his
elbow to rest on his side, pushed himself back onto me, and then became
stiff. His whole body just froze, he held his breath, and then I saw come
start to drool out of his head. A thick gob of white cum oozed from his
slit and then, with a grunt, a shot flew out of his dick and landed about 6
or 8 inches on the floor in front of us. I was totally amazed at how far
out it shot, but it was followed by a second shot that went even further!
My Dad was grunting with each shot, but his body was still stiff and
taut. Shots of cum now flew out of his dick, each one landing on the floor
in front of him, landing closer and closer the source. I counted 9 shots
before I felt his body relax.

Instinctively, I stopped thrusting and relaxed along with him, both of us
melting into the floor. As we both lay down, I felt my dick slide out of
his dick. I looked down at myself and saw my dick resting against the back
of his thigh, and a thick rope of cum next to it, leading back up to his
hole.

We lay there, breathing and relaxing, for quite some time. I think I
could've fallen asleep right there. Perhaps I did. But then I realized I
was getting cold. My whole midsection was damp with sweat and now that our
bodies were no longer touching, the air felt chilly. I rose up onto my hand
and looked down at my Dad, still lying on his side, breathing quietly. He
turned his head and looked up at me.

"Hey" was all he said. His eyes said exactly what I was thinking. That this
had been one of the most amazing experiences of my young life.

"Hey," I replied. "Now what?"

"We shower, get warmed up, maybe have some more pizza. Then maybe do it
again." He said, smiling at me with mischievous look.

I was certainly game for that. This was definitely going to be the best
Christmas vacation ever!