Date: Mon, 22 Sep 2008 14:10:02 -0700 (PDT) From: David Ascher Subject: Being With My Dad 4 This is entirely a work of fiction. If you would like to contact me you can at dascher60@yahoo.com From the last chapter. Then his eyes opened and he bent down and kissed me again. His breathing was hard and I knew he was about to cum inside of me. He whispered, "Oh fuck!", and he started to shoot and as he was shooting he was slamming into me harder, stretching me even more. There were seven hard blasts of his cum and after the fifth one I felt it beginning to pulse out of my ass and run down my crack into the sheets. He dropped his head in exhaustion but never let his full weight fall on me and we laid there in each others arms as his big load of cum seeped past his still hard cock. Being With My Dad Chapter 4 When I woke up the room was dark but there was light just beginning to show through the drapes that covered the windows. Under my hand the sheets were cool. I didn't remember falling asleep but I was in my dad's bed and I was sure that we had slept together because it felt like I could remember the warmth of his body against my back, my cock was hard. I listened and just caught the muffled banging of a pan in the kitchen. My butt felt swollen. Actually it almost felt like my dad's cock was still inside of me but I figured that that was probably because I was a little sore. Then suddenly I got a cramp and knew that I better get to the bathroom. I scampered out of the bed and headed for the bathroom off the hallway, the one I usually used. When I got to the bedroom door I felt all weird because I was naked because I never walk around naked but it seemed stupid to put on my shorts now and I slipped into the bathroom. At first I was afraid that taking a dump might be painful but while it felt kinda interesting it wasn't quite painful. I decided to take my shower and explore my butt a little bit more, so with soapy fingers and warm water I probed it gently. It was maybe a little sore but other than that it wasn't like changed or anything. After my shower I pulled on fresh boxers and walked down to the kitchen. My dad was standing at the stove wearing boxers and a tee shirt. When I walked in he grinned at me. "How you feeling?" I said, "I'm fine." This was a little strange. I wasn't really sure what to expect. I mean for one thing, just because we had sex last night didn't necessarily mean that it'd happen again. Did it? And I wasn't even sure if it was okay to ask. After all what if this was a one off thing that maybe he already wished he hadn't done? I walked over to the stove and he put his arm around my neck and kissed my forehead. "You slept like a rock and I never saw anyone fall asleep that fast. It was like the second you were done cumming you were asleep." He gave me a serious look. "How do you feel about last night?" I looked into his eyes and saw how concerned he was. "I thought it was great! You're not mad about it are ya?" "Mad?" "Well I got to thinking that maybe you'd change your mind about it. That maybe you'd not want to do it anymore. I really liked it, especially the fucking part. That was cool." He smiled. "It didn't hurt?" He pushed me down into a chair and went to get me scrambled eggs but we continued talking. "No it didn't. Well maybe a little. Some pressure. But it was worth it! Feeling you inside of me was fantastic!" He pushed a plate of eggs and toast in front of me and sat down with a plate of his own. "I liked it too, it felt incredible and I do want to do it again. But we need to talk about this. For one thing you know that you can't talk about this...to anyone." He stared at me waiting for me to say something. "I know. I would never tell anyone." "Okay, that's really important but I'm sure that you understand. The other thing is that I want you to really understand that if you want to stop doing this that that's what we'll do. That's really important. I don't want you thinking that you'll hurt my feelings or anything like that. If you start feeling weird about it just tell me. For one thing the sex is probably always gonna be more important to you than me because I'm an adult. My options for sex are greater. You get what I'm saying?" I had never thought about my dad going out and getting laid somewhere but I guess that's what he did. I really wanted to know about that. I smiled with my mouth full. "I understand. You can get laid anywhere." He laughed. "It's not quite that easy but you get the general idea. Another thing is that I know just how big a deal sex can be at your age but I don't want what we do to take over your life. You've still got your friends and your whole life at school. I don't want that to change. It's important that you think of what we do as just something to make our relationship better not to replace your regular life. That make sense?" I thought about that. "Well...how often will we have sex? Like...will it be every day?" "Maybe. At least at first we're both gonna probably want to do it a lot and that's okay. But...well, lemme ask you, last night did you feel like you knew me better because we had sex?" I hadn't thought of it in just that way but that was what I had been feeling. "Yeah! Yeah, I really did. It wasn't like I was just your son but like we were friends...or something like that. Maybe something even more than that." My dad said, "That's the thing with sex, it breaks down barriers. When you're having sex with someone it's hard not to trust them in a lot of other ways. That's what I want for us, I want you to trust me and not just as your dad." "I do trust you!" And I did. He took a sip of coffee. "How's your butt? Any problems?" I shook my head. "I thought when I pooped that maybe it'd hurt but it only tingled a little. Then in the shower I touched it and it seems okay, maybe a little puffy." He grinned. "Maybe tonight I'll check it out. Make sure it's okay. But as soon as you get home from school I want us to go over and check out the little house." The little house had been a free standing garage for our house about a million years ago. Then a long time ago my grandpa had moved it to the far side of the property which was about three hundred feet west of us and fixed it up like a regular house, just little. He rented it out and for as long as I could remember it was rented to Aunt Elaine. She wasn't really my aunt but that's what I called her. She died a few years ago and the house had been empty since then." I said, "Are you gonna rent it out again?" He nodded. "In four years you go to college. I'm gonna rent it out and put the money in your college fund." I didn't know I had a college fund. College seemed like a lifetime away. "College fund?" He nodded. "I really would rather you didn't work when you go to school. It's too important that you get good grades and that's gonna take all your attention. Then once you actually start school the rent can give you some spending money." I was pretty clueless about all of this. "Will the rent be enough to pay for college?" He smiled. "No but I'll take care of the rest. I've been putting money away for a long time." This was all news to me. "And, by the way, high school is really important too and I'm expecting good grades." He said that in a kind of kidding way but I knew that he also meant it. "I get good grades!" He smiled and then leaned over and kissed the side of my head. "I know and I'm really proud of you...just keep it up." All day at school I couldn't get my dad's body outta my head. I kept thinking about his cock and how it looked and tasted and about his balls and how they were almost too big to fit in my hand and how warm and heavy they were. Another big thing was how he kissed me and shoved his tongue into my mouth. That was fantastic! I knew that that was how adults kissed but it always seemed a little gross to me, at least in theory. In reality it was awesome! By the time I got home it was like my brain had been taken out of my body and soaked in sex. I had been hard to one degree or another for most of the day and in my Geography class I started reliving my dad fucking me and almost shot in my pants. So when I saw him standing in the kitchen with a clip board in his hand looking insanely hot all I really wanted to do was drop to my knees and suck his dick. He draped one arm over my shoulders and hugged me but when I tried to grab his cock through his pants he laughed and pulled away. "I know that you're probably half nuts with horniness about now but we just gotta get over to the little house and get some measurements. Then I'm all yours." I liked the sound of that. What we call the "little house" is only about twenty-five feet wide by twenty feet deep and has a small kitchen and then a living room, bedroom and bathroom. It's all very compact and Aunt Elaine had it decorated in some really old style. It felt like your grandma's house only even my grandmother thought it looked too old fashioned. I hadn't been in there since she died and it looked a little creepy until my dad pulled open the drapes and let the sunshine in. We stood in the middle of the living room and my dad was just slowly turning around and taking it all in. He said, "We gotta refinish these floors. Maybe a lighter color. Make it look more modern. Then trash those drapes and paint the place." "How come you didn't do it before now if you wanted to rent the place out again?" He shook his head. "I dunno, lazy I guess. I don't wanna spend the money to have it done so that means I'm gonna do it myself and it's a pain in the butt." He looked at me and grinned. "Course now I got a helper." He meant me. He showed me the clipboard. "This is a rough drawing of the place. I'm gonna get some measurements and you write em down. Okay?" I took the clipboard and the pencil. "Sure." The main plus to this job as far as I was concerned was that I had an excuse to watch my dad's body as he measured. He was wearing one of the blue work shirts that he liked and his jeans were kinda loose, more like the jeans a young guy might wear. But then I guess he isn't that old. Anyway I watched as the fabric of his pants tightened over his butt and how the muscles in his back worked and I was pretty sure that I could see his cock flopping back and forth in his jeans. For some reason it seemed really important that he didn't see me looking at him, like I was being a perv or something. I thought that I was being really subtle with that but couple of times he may have caught me though because he gave me an odd little look and smiled. Then when he was finishing up in the kitchen he really did catch me and he set his tape measure down and while staring into my eyes from across the room he slowly pulled the zipper down on his jeans and then carefully dragged his cock and balls out and let them lay there on the front of his pants. He smiled at me and said, "I think you may be looking for this." I actually got dizzy and could feel myself swaying. He got all concerned. "You okay?" I swallowed hard. "Oh...I'm okay. I...it's just that I been thinking about it all day." He said softly, "I understand." I walked over to him and knelt down. It seemed like I could feel the heat coming off of his genitals from a couple of feet away and his cock just grew and grew. I could smell him, a clean but deeply masculine smell that I knew I'd never forget. I felt like I was in a trance or something as I reached out and very gently wrapped my fingers around his cock. It was so soft yet sooo hard and he made a little sound in the back of his throat as I touched it. I looked up into his eyes and couldn't help it, I almost giggled. He smiled down at me. "You're doing fine, Jeff, just relax and do what feels good to you." I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around the head. I almost wanted to cry with the sense of satisfaction it gave me, of it being so right. With my other hand I gently cupped his balls. They were so big. I felt like I should be running out to the street yelling, "You gotta see this!" After a few minutes he said, "Let's go over to the sofa and I'll do you at the same time." But that wasn't what I wanted. I looked up at him with the taste of his cock heavy in my mouth. "I want you to cum in my mouth." I barely recognized the sound of my own voice, in my head I sounded like an animal. "You swallowed mine last night but I never got yours." His went up my butt. He put his hand on the side of my face and then bent and kissed me. When he stood back up his hand was still there and his cock was in his other hand and as he beat off he pushed his thumb into my mouth and held my jaw open. Then when he started to gasp he pushed the head down to my lips. "Just take it into your mouth and when I start to cum remember to keep swallowing." As he said that he let go of my jaw and moved his hand so that he was gently cupping my chin. It was just a moment later that he began to shoot and it was somehow so much more than I expected. The cum shot out his dick like a freaking cannon and slammed into the back of my mouth but I remembered to swallow. The first blast was the hardest and then there were three more each a little less intense. The taste was like nothing I had ever experienced and the thought that this was the same semen that had created me was like the biggest turn on ever. When I looked up at him his mouth was open and he was gulping air. Finally he said, "I'd offer to get you off but I see that already happened." I looked down and the floor had a puddle of my cum on it. It had happened and I didn't even realize it. We were coming out of the supermarket with salads. You know, they had a salad bar and my dad insisted that we both needed something green. I said plaintively, "You mean this is dinner?" He laughed out loud. "No, well part of it. We're gonna stop at Enrico's and get Italian Beef with fries to go but I think I'd choke on it if we didn't have at least some green vegetables." My dad and I ate out a lot but we also had quite a few simple things that we knew how to cook at home and he really seemed to take good nutrition seriously. I guess he figured that he had to set a good example. My grandma was always cooking stuff for us too but that tended to be huge pots of stew that would last like forever. We had a freezer full of leftovers. Back at the house we dove into the food and I polished off mine in like two seconds. It was almost like my dad hadn't even taken the paper wrapping off of his before I was done. We was just bringing the Italian Beef up to his mouth and was staring at me like I was nuts. "You're gonna murder your stomach eating that fast! Calm down, nobody's trying to take it away." I said, "You gonna eat your cake right away?" We had also bought two slices of chocolate cake at the supermarket. "You wanna polish yours off now and then eat mine later before I've gotten a shot at it, right?" Okay, maybe I have done that. He's pretty easy to talk into that because I'm really skinny. "No! I dunno how you could think that!" I grinned. "I really did just figure that if you were gonna have yours later I'd wait so that we could have them together." He smiled at me and then reached over and ruffled my hair. "I'd like that. If you're done why don't you make us a small pot of coffee." As he was trying to swallow a mouthful of sandwich he got a funny look in his eyes. Finally he said, "After I finish this I'm gonna take a shower. Wanna join me?" I had honestly never even considered something like that, never even thought that it was possible but now the opportunity flooded my brain. My voice sounded all little boy like. "Shower?" He grinned. "Yeah, you know, the water comes outta the wall and soap." I practically jumped up. "I'll go turn it on!" He laughed and grabbed my arm. "Hey, gimme a little time to eat. The shower'll still be working in fifteen minutes." Somehow the logic of that was escaping me and there was no way that I could just sit there so I was back up as soon as he let go of my arm. "I'll get the towels!" I ran upstairs and then, oddly, brushed my teeth. It had been drilled into me to brush my teeth after dinner and things felt weird if I didn't do that. Then I laid out two big towels for us and stripped off my clothes. Then like an idiot I had to stand there naked for five minutes waiting for my dad. My dad was doing his usual thing of going around the house and making sure that everything was locked up. Then he went into his room and stripped off and wandered into the bathroom. I was rigid with anticipation. He looked at me and grinned. "You're cute when you're anxious." I gave him my most exasperated look and turned on the shower, my dick was like stone and was not only sticking straight up it almost seemed to be bend backwards because it was plastered tight to my stomach. Getting into the shower I was like one huge nerve ending and when my dad pulled me into his arms and kissed me I thought I'd die. His hands wandered down to my butt while he buried his tongue in my mouth. The only thing that I could think of was him fucking me and I really figured that now that we were here he'd just pretty much shove his cock into my ass. That didn't happen. Instead he continued to kiss me as his wet hands slid down my back and then his fingers pressed into my asshole. I moaned into his mouth as his big cock was pressing into my stomach and his fingers opened me up. Then he broke the kiss and turned me around and positioned me with my hands against the wall and my butt sticking out. He dropped down behind me and with soapy fingers cleaned my butt before he buried his face in it. After a couple of minutes of lapping at my ass he began to push his fingers into me, first one, then two and finally three. After I was able to handle three fingers he got up and we finished showering. I got all panicky that he wasn't gonna do anything. "You're not stopping are ya? Nothin happened yet!" He laughed and turned off the water. "Hey, I thought I was doing good work on your butt there. But anyway I wanna take my time and if we do that here we're both gonna be prunes. Besides the water makes things hotter to a point but then you're better off without it." "I didn't mean what you were doing didn't feel good!" I was afraid he was getting the wrong idea. He squeezed the back of my neck. "I know what you meant but lets continue this in bed." In my dad's bedroom I climbed naked into the middle of his king size bed and just stayed on my hands and knees with my butt in the air. My dad seemed to think this was funny. "I guess you're anxious." "I almost came in my pants at school just thinking about last night!" He knee walked up behind me and put his hand on the small of my back. He tried to sound really put upon. "Well, we can't have that. I guess that I kinda made myself responsible for keeping you sexually satisfied." In answer I just wiggled my butt at him. He laughed and said, "Okay, okay, I'll get busy." Then he was smearing some really cold lube on my butt and then slowly pushing his finger in. His finger moves in slowly and way deeper than seems possible. I doesn't hurt, in fact the stretching feels good and my back arches, wanting more. "You can do two. That one didn't hurt at all." He slid in a second and then, after a few minutes of stretching, a third. Then after a while as he pulls his fingers out he says, "I think you're ready." And he's already pushing my legs further apart with his knees. I think again of the little dog we had and how that big German Sheppard bred her and how after he was done and had finally pulled out his cum gushed out of her. I don't say it but it's what I want him to do to me. Somehow I know that it's what is supposed to happen. I feel the tip of his cock at my hole and my dad is being really careful and it's driving me crazy so I start pushing back against it. I'm pushing really hard against his dick and I'm a little afraid of hurting him and then it finally pops in. He says, "My God, doesn't that hurt?" I shake my head. "No...it's good." His cock moves steadily into me, this huge invading thing that pushes everything aside and takes control of my body, splitting me open and making me ready for his cum. At least that's how I'm beginning to think about it. If I told my dad that he'd probably think I was nuts because I don't think that he looks at it that way but even so it makes it better for me to think about it like he's breeding me. It makes me feel like I really belong to him. And as he starts to slowly fuck me the rhythmic slapping of his big balls against me is oddly comforting and makes me feel very safe. I could have cum the minute he was in me but I've been forcing it away but I'm not sure how long that can last and he's beginning to go faster now so he must be getting close too. I gasp out, "I'm almost there!" He grunts, "Go for it!" My hands are on the bed holding me up while my body is slamming back against his hard cock. I turn my head like I want to look at him and then like he's reading my mind his shoves two fingers into my mouth and I start to cum. Then in the middle of me shooting he yells, "Oh fuck!" and starts filling me full of his semen.