Date: Sat, 1 Dec 2012 15:36:53 -0600 From: Ryan Wilkerson Subject: "Bonding With Dad Part: 3" (Gay>Incest) I'm sorry that it has been such a long time since I have written again. I thank you all for the positive feedback from part one and two. I would love to hear from you, if you like my story. Please feel free to email me! (email: ryannifty@gmail.com) this story was not written on a laptop, so please excuse me if there are any grammatical errors. ***************************************************************************** I had just come home from school. Nothing interesting happened today, just the usual boredom, followed by hanging out in the weight room. It's been about a month since me and my father had sex. I remember the week after he fucked me, my ass hurt so bad, I could barely walk in a straight line. He haven't brought home any girls, or probably jacked off since he fucked me. His balls are probably engorged with cum, waiting for me. I was walking down my block, from the bus stop. It was a bit chilly outside. Leaves were falling out of the trees, and the sun was setting. It was a beautiful day. I finally got to my house. I opened the front door and walked in. The house had that feeling that you feel when it's empty. All the lights were off, so my dad probably didn't come home from work yet. I walked past the front door area, through the hall way, and into the living room. I took the stairs to the upstairs. I made my way past the hallway, and into my room. I threw my book bag on the floor, and threw myself on the bed. I was always exhausted after a day of school, and lifting weights. I walked over to my dresser, grabbed some underwear, and a white undershirt. I walked over to my bathroom, and closed the door behind me. I walked over to my shower, and turned the knob to let out some hot water. I started to undress. I didn't feel like changing back to my regular clothes at school, so I came home wearing my shorts, and a sleeveless shirt. I took of my shirt. I admired my muscles a bit. I always love to feel my abs, and biceps. It makes me feel like they are a sign of my hard work. My father is my motivation. I want to look as good as he does. I took off my shorts, and underwear. My dick was flaccid. It was just hanging there. I liked the size of my dick and balls. I was definitely hung, but not as much as my father. My father has grown out of puberty, and is a grown man. Maybe my penis will be as big as his one day. Both of out penises look similar. They are both pretty thick. My father's foreskin doesn't completely cover his head, even when he is flaccid, mainly due to the fat that it's just so large. My foreskin does cover my head, but hopefully one day, it will be like my fathers. The water was ready. I stepped into the shower, and let the water run down my body. I loved the feeling of nice, hot water running down my entire body, after a long day. I let the water run on my for about a minute, then grabbed the soap. I like to run the bar of soap throughout my entire body. I first spread the soap across my chest. My chest was pretty large. I admired, and played with my nipples for a bit, then continued with the other. I massaged, and rubbed my pecs, and it was making me a little hot. I moved to my arms. I worked my way up from my hands, to my shoulders. I spread soap evenly, and applied to my biceps. I flexed, and felt my rock hard arms. I put soap under my arms. I played around with my armpits a bit. I put my arm behind my head, and run my fingers through my armpit hair. I played with the hair for a little, then did the same to the other. I tried the best I could to apply soap to my back. I worked my way down. I rubbed soap all over my stomach. I crunched over to flex my abs. I liked how they looked all glossy from the water and soap. I massaged my abs about, they were still sore from the work out today. I ran my harms down to my legs. I applied soaps to the front and back of my legs. I worked my way back up, this time to my cock. I massages my under stomach, and lightly rubbed in between my legs. I grabbed the scrub, and scrubbed my entire body. I stepped directly in front of the shower head, and the soap started to rinse off. I lifted my arms, to get the soap from my armpits. I then grabbed a hold of my cock. I played with it a little. I flopped it around. I gently held my balls, and moved them around. I rinsed the soap from my pubes. I put my penis against the side of my leg. Sometimes when I get hard at school, I put my penis to the side, and I could feel the warmth coming of my penis to my leg. All this dick play quickly got my penis hard. When I was horny, the foreskin would only go back just enough to show a small part of my head. I gently pulled my foreskin back, to reveal my head. I massaged it a little. I sensed it with water, and let the foreskin go back into place. I wouldn't jack off, because I'd rather have my dad fuck me then, do it myself. I shampooed, and did the rest of my bath-time essentials. When I was done, I turned off the water, and stepped out of the shower. I grabbed the towel, and started to dry off my body. When I was done drying off, my skin had that "after-shower" warm and smooth feeling. I put on some deodorant, and then put on the white undershirt. I then put on my underwear. They were a pair of boxer briefs. I don't like the restriction of briefs, or the fabric of boxers. I adjusted my penis inside the briefs. I usually wear just an undershirt and underwear around the house, and to sleep in. It's more comfortable. I walked out of the bathroom, and dropped my dirty clothes down the laundry chute. I walked into bed room, and a blast of cold air hit me. I liked getting that fresh feeling, when you just came out of a steaming hot shower. I walked downstairs into the kitchen. I was pretty hungry, so I decided what I would make for dinner. I decided to make some spaghetti. I walked into the pantry to get some cans for the sauce, and the noodles. I got a pan for the spaghetti, and poured some water. I put it on the stove to a heat, so that it would boil. T would take some time for the water to start to boil, so I went into the living room to turn on the television. As I was walking into the living room, something caught my attention. There was a faint noise coming from my day's room. I concentrated, and then figured. Out it was the noise of the shower. He probably came home while I was in the shower. I turned on the television, to some news. my laptop was on the coffee table, so I grabbed it and turned it on. Once it turned on, I logged into Facebook, to see what was up with friends. I browsed through the Internet for a while, watched some tv. I figured that by this time, the water would be boiling by now. I walked into the kitchen, and sure enough the water was. I added the spaghetti, and started to prepare the sauce. I stirred the spaghetti, and drained it once it was fully cooked. I added the sauce to it, and it was pretty much done. I liked to cook, and I managed to do it without getting any sauce on my white clothing. I served two plates, two cups of water, and took them to the living room. I set them down on the coffee table. I started to eat. I probably looked crazy, eating spaghetti in an undershirt, and white boxer briefs. About five minutes later, my dad walked in. He was wearing a tight black shirt, and some shorts. "Hey, dude." He called. "Hey. I made some spaghetti." "Yeah thanks. I came home while you were taking a shower." " No, you came home while I was having a knife fight upstairs." I said in a playful, sarcastic tone. "Ha, fuck you." My dad said back in a cheerful way. "So, how's school." He said while trying to eat. "Hard, and boring." I said. "Did you hit the weight room?" "You know it!" We pretty much ate in silence after that, while watching some news about a lottery winner, or a stabbing that happened on the south side of town. After we were done eating, I picked up the plates, and took them into the kitchen to wash them. "Thanks dude." My dad said as I picked up his plate and walked away. When I was done washing the dishes, I went upstairs, grabbed by book bag, and came back into the living room. My dad was sitting backwards on his recliner, and I sat down on the sofa. I took out my homework. "Homework?" Asked my dad. "Yeah. Wanna' do it for me?" "Fuck no." My dad said, and let out a laugh. I did my homework, which was pretty easy, and set it aside. My dad was watching one of those shows about criminals. We watched tv for a good part of the night. I texted some friends, and was on Facebook for a bit. It was about 10 o'clock when I started to feel sleepy. I looked over at my father, who looked untreated by the show. I could totally see his bulge in his shorts. Absolutely no pair of shorts or pants would probably be able to hide his bulge when he sits down. He's hung like a horse, and I love it. I like how he has a big dick, yet doesn't brag about it like many other guys probably would. I stood up, grabbed my homework, phone, and laptop. "I'ma go to sleep." I said. "Yeah me too. He said as he stood up and turned off the tv. He followed behind me. I got to my room, and went into my bathroom. I washed my face, and brushed my teeth. I walked back into my room, and noticed my dad standing at the door way. He didn't have anything on, just a pair of boxer briefs. He slept only in his underwear. I walked towards my bed, laid down. "Sup?" I said? " Just came to say good night." "Night." He came towards me, and laid next to me on my bed. He then took of my undershirt. "Sleep without a shirt on, only in your boxers, it's more comfortable." "K." I said. It was just me and him in my bed, we were both just in a pair of boxers, and I was beginning to get a bit horny. He put his arm around me, which revealed his hairy pits, and I could smell his manly smell that I loved. "Damn dude, this bed is fucking small." It was a double, which is usually only meant to have one person. "Come sleep in my bed. It's better." He got up, and walked out the door. I followed him downstairs towards his room. He was undoing the sheets, and climbed in, he signaled me to get into the bed as well. I climbed in. He turned off the night stand light. "Night." He said. "Night." I said back. I thought it was cool for my dad to let me sleep there in his bed. I thought he was making an attempt to make a sexual move on me, but he didn't, he just laid there with his eyes shut. Should I make the attempt? I was getting pretty hard. After a couple of minutes, I could tell he had fallen asleep. He was breathing in the heavy pattern he does when he's asleep. His chest was moving up, and down when he inhaled. The blanket was covering the lower part of his body, so I took it off. His abs were definitely toned. I felt his abs with my hands, they were rock hard. One of his arms was behind his head. I dug my head right into his armpit, and took a deep smell. It smelt like his deodorant and his man smell. I moved my hands down to his crotch. It was flaccid. but it wouldn't be for long. I put my face on his soft dick. It was amazing, even soft and flaccid, it was huge. I nibbled on it a bit through the boxer briefs. I slowly took them off to reveal his "hung-like-a-horse" cock. He had a lot of pubic hair. It wasn't nasty and untamed like I've seen on some guys in pornos, his unix hair was smooth, and tamed. I grabbed his soft, limp dick, and pulled back some foreskin. I covered the head with my tongue. It was so soft, and thick. I was gentle with it, and applied some suction. He was beginning to get had. I put his boxers back, covering his cock. I climbed on top of him. My crotch and his were "face to face", both covered by layers of underwear. I pulled both of his arms abounded his head, and inhaled deeply into his pits. He was still asleep. I kissed his nipples, and played with them. I sucked on them, as if I was nursing. I kissed his neck. I then put my cheek next to his, to feel the stubble on his face. I started to thrust forward a bit, dry humping him. It was getting intense. I put my arms behind his neck, and held on tight, hugging him. I continued to hump. My dad was rock hard, but still asleep. I humped harder. I let out a soft moan. I laid my head on his chest, with my arms still around his neck. I was there, happily humping the unmoving body of my dear father. It felt so good. I kept my hips moving very swiftly, and sexually. I looked down, and I could see that my dick and my fathers were both peeking out of our boxers. Our dicks were to long to stay inside the boxers. I was definitely my father's son. I then felt movement, from my father. He had gently woken up, and was joining in on the fun. He was also thrusting his cock into mine. I looked at him, deep into his eyes. The moonlight from the window allowed me to see his god like chiseled face. He was giving me a smile. He was so passionate with me. I leaned in to kiss him, but he didn't allow me to. He held my head in place with his hands. I wanted to kiss him badly, but he would allow me to. He was looking into my eyes. He never took his eyes off of mine. I looked down to see our hot, muscular, sweaty bodies humping each other. As soon as I looked down, he straightened my face back to his. "Look at me." He said in a calm, but moaning voice. "Just look at me" He was thrusting harder. He still had his smile on his face. He let go of my head, and pressed down on my entire body, towards his. He was bumping harder. He was letting out soft moans. I couldn't take my eyes off of his. He had such a passionate look on his face. "Kiss me." He said in a moan, still looking deep into my eyes. I quickly leaned in to do so. We were using tongue. He was breathing heavily. I pulled away. "Please, don't." He said in a desperate voice. "Please kiss me." I never saw my father like this. He was usually the alpha during sex. He never really showed any emotion, he usually just fucked with raw power. He continued kissing, while he was hugging, pressing down on my whole body, while humping me. It all felt so good. He picked me up, and we quickly changed positions. Before I knew it, I was lying down on the bed, and we was looking at me from above. He was heavy, but I could take it. He was still humping me. His face was bright red; he looked like he was ready to cry or something. It was all so intense. He put his hands on the side of my face, and held my head. Our foreheads were touching, eyes locked in on each other, and he was breathing heavily on my face. His breath smelt of mouthwash. His chest was very sweaty, and so was mine. Our entire bodies were sweaty. He then stopped humping me. Did he cum? Was he taking a break? "I love you so much, son." He said in a whispering voice, and kissed me. The moment was so intense, I really didn't say anything. He then started to play with my nipples. He started to suck on them. It felt weird, but good. He usually didn't play with my nipples, I would play with his. He quickly came back up, and kissed my neck. I felt the stubble on his cheek, on my neck. He took of my boxers, and kissed my lower abdomen. It felt better without those hot boxers. Was he going to suck me off? I would usually do it to him. My cock was up and erect. He took it with his hand, and pulled back my foreskin to reveal my head. He then put his lips around it, and in his mouth it went. The pleasure was so immense, I almost chummed as soon as his lips touched my cock. I never got a blow job. I guess this is how they felt. My entire cock felt wet and warm. I grabbed a hold of a piece of the bed frame above me. I let out a very loud moan. The pleasure was more than I have ever felt. I toes and fingers clenched. I felt his warm tongue going up and down my shaft, then stopping to pleasure my head. "Dad, I'm going to cum." I said in a soft, moaning voice. He stopped sucking me off, then took if his boxers. He climbed back on top of me. He kissed me. I tasted my pre-cum that my father had sucked off of me. My bad reached over to the night stand, and took out some lube from the drawer. He opened it, and squeezed some on my crotch area, and some on his. He closed the bottle, and tossed it aside. He laid back on top of me. He put his cock, and mine in an upward position, and started humping like he did before. He looked at me in the eyes again. I cold see the sweat dripping down his face. At this point, we really didn't need the lube, there was enough sweat. Our chests were rubbing hard on each other. He put the blanket on top of us, but not covering our heads. He was jumping me like an animal under the blanket. It got hot, quickly. Our cocks were sliding against each other with ease. My father pulled me in, and kissed me, slowly. "Do you love me?" He asked. "Yes." I said in a faint voice. I could barely speak. The pleasure was almost too much. He started to thrust harder. "Look at me" he said. I looked at him, straight in his eyes. If I could, I would look at his perfect face, at this moment, forever. As he looked at me, he started to thrust harder. The bed was creaking now. I let out a very loud moan. Every time he would hump harder, I would feel more please. I was panting, and moaning louder. "Son." My dad said. "Yeah?" I said in a weak exhausted voice. "Do you like it?" He said, never keeping his eyes off mine, "Yeah." He started to hump harder. He dug his tongue into my mouth, and we made out. "AAAAHH" My dad said in a loud moan, and started to hump harder than before. I put effort into it. I started thrusting back. Both of our cocks were moving back and forth with immense force. "Keep it up dude." He said, and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I did as I was told. We were both fucking as hard as we could. Our bodies, covered in sweat and lube under a hot blanket were like fucking machines. The sweat on his face was dripping onto mine. I thought it was the hottest thing ever. The pleasure then over powered me. I was ready to cum. I started fucking with all my might. "FUUUUUCK!!" Said my dad. "C'mon! C'mon!" "You can do it!" My dad said as he looked me passionately in the eyes. I felt my cock pump out cum all over our stomachs. "Yeeeeaaah!" Said my dad. "That's my boy!" My whole body was tingling. My father was still humping my exhausted body. "OOOOOHH FUUUUCK!!!"He then let out a loud, sexual moan. I leaned in to kiss him. He held my head with his arms. "Look at me." He said in a moaning voice. As I was looking into his eyes, I said "I love you dad." "I love you too son." He said in a whispering voice. I felt a rush of cum run up to my stomach. He was shaking, and fucking, and kissing me. Our hot sweaty bodies were in ecstasy. He hugged me tightly, and cummed all over my body. He slowed down on the fucking, but still continued. He removed the blanket on top of us. My abs were covered in cum. He went down on my, and sucked up some of the cum into his mouth. He came back up and kissed me. We were exchanging the cum in our mouths. It was a mixture of his cum, and as we'll as mine. I swelled the cum. I went down on him. I put my cock on his face, and my face on his cock. We sucked off the remaining cum off each other's cock. We left out cocks squeaky clean. My dad licked my abs, and I licked his. We licked every last drop of cum from each other's body. I lifted his arms, and smelt his musty sweaty pits. He laid there and took it. I then kissed him. We made out for about 10 minutes. I laid my head on his chest. "I'm proud of you." He said. "Thanks dad." I said. I kissed him on the lips. I hugged him, rested my head on his chest, and we fell asleep.