Date: Sun, 26 Nov 2023 01:44:45 -0500 From: Ted Davidson Subject: Curious About Dad If you like this story please consider checking out my Patreon at patreon.com/TedDavidson_Writer. I make bi-weekly content that will always contain gay, bisexual, trans, and sissy content. I also do requests at other tier levels, where you pick the characters and topic, and I made your fantasy a written reality! Also please check out my published book on Amazon. "Snowed In With My Best friend" by Ted Davidson. It's free on Kindle Unlimited! Thank you for reading! Please remember to donate to keep stories like this and many many more alive at https://donate.nifty.org/ Curious About Dad I never thought that I would be able to forgive my dad for what he had done to me and mom. I knew that when she caught him in bed with our neighbor, things would just never be the same. My mom was out of town on business and when she came home a couple days early to surprise him, she was the one that ended up with the surprise. I was staying with a friend at the time when everything went down and I was only there during the tail end of the fight. According to my mom, he wasn't in bed with the neighbor's wife, he was in bed with her husband. Mom had walked in on him railing the neighbor from behind. Dad had his hands dug into the hips of Mr. Parker and power fucking him. Mom said that when she walked into the front door she could hear the balls smacking balls from across the house. She had thought for sure that he was in bed with Mrs. Parker, so when she flung open the door, she about fainted. The months that followed were some of the hardest of my life. I was just graduating high school, and my parents were getting a divorce. Many nights were filled with my mom crying, calling my dad every name in the book, all while downing glasses of wine. Dad moved out almost immediately and was forced into a shitty one bedroom apartment across town. Mom would tell me that I am forbidden to see him, and that if she had found out that I was visiting him, she would write me off as well. I knew what my dad did was wrong, but I also felt for him. Maybe he was just a man that was afraid to express his sexuality for so many years, and when he got his shot to do so, he took it. At the expense of his marriage to my mom of course. I still wanted to see him though. One weekend when my mom was gone on a business trip again, I decided to ring my dad for the first time in nearly three months. Our conversation was brief and mainly consisted of us just exchanging the normal, `how are you?' and ` crazy weather right?' but I knew that I was missing my dad. I asked him if we could possibly just meet for lunch that weekend while mom was out of town, figuring that she would certainly not find out, and he of course said yes. That Saturday we met at our local Applebees. Dad was looking normal, if not a little thin, but who wouldn't if the person that had made your meals for the past twenty years was now long gone. "First of all Andrew, I want to just say that I am sorry for everything." dad said, interlocking his fingers. I stared down at my drink, seeing the ring of condensation starting to form at the base of the glass. I wasn't expecting the conversation to happen so quickly, but I'm sure he wanted to clear the air as quickly as possible. "I want you to know that I never meant to hurt you or your mom. I was confused and didn't know what I was thinking." "Dad, it's okay if you are gay. I don't want you to think that I am mad at you for that, I'm upset that mom had to find out the way she did. I mean, dad, she walked in on you fucking a guy from behind!" my hands were now laying on top of the table, palms down. "That was never my intention either, but how am I supposed to tell my wife that I like men? She would never let me live it down." "True, but it still was a bit fucked up don't you think?" "Well yeah Andrew." dad took a long drink from his glass of beer. "Just know that I still love you son." "I love you too, Dad." "So, when are you going to come check out my new place?" "You know mom would lose her mind if she found out that I was coming to see you." "So what your are telling me is that you will never come see me again?" I paused, not taking that into account. How was I supposed to never see my dad again? "Mom is still very hurt, Dad. She is capable of doing anything right now." "I know, Andrew, but how am I supposed to just not see my only child anymore?" I paused again and stared down at my glass, not knowing what to say. "I'll tell you what, how about the next time your mom is out of town, you come over to my place and we can have some wings and maybe just watch a stupid movie on Netflix?" Dad said, his hands were now on the table but palms were up, pleading to me. "Well, she is going out of town next weekend again." I said, not lifting my head to look at him quite yet. "Perfect! How about Friday night this time? I will get out of work early to pick up dinner for us!" "Yeah I guess." the hesitation in my voice was noticeable. I knew that if mom ever found out, I would be out one parent for sure. "So who had the cheese burger?" I raised my hand slightly from the table to the waiter to show that it was mine. He sat it in front of me. "So you must be the fajitas." he placed the smoking, sizzling platter in front of dad. We both ate our meals without really saying much else. I was still trying to decide if next Friday was going to be a good idea or not. I ate only half of my cheese burger, and spared the fries. My stomach was just full of butterflies. Dad paid the bill and we both got up to walk out front. "I'm excited for next Friday Andrew." dad said, putting a hand on my shoulder. "Me too dad." I still wasn't sure if I truly was. We both said our goodbyes, and left in separate directions. The following week went by without much of an issue. Mom had apparently not found out about my lunch with dad because she was still overly nice to me. I continued to fight the battle in my head, whether or not I should be going to see dad this Friday or not. When Friday finally rolled around, mom was in the living room packing up the rest of her small travel items. "You have any plans for this weekend?" "Me? Uh, no, I mean, yes, me and some friend are going to a movie tonight." I said, trying to not look obvious. "Sounds like fun." mom was zipping up her last bag. "Just make sure that you are locking the doors when you leave." "I am, don't worry." "I will be back on Sunday." mom was rolling her suitcase towards the door. "I love you, I will text you when I get in to Florida." "Love you too mom." She closed the door behind her. Later on that evening, dad sent me a text with the address of his new apartment. I figured at that point that if mom wanted to be upset at me, she would just have to. I thought that whole day about what I would say in the event that she found out, but who is she to prevent me from seeing my own dad? I responded to his text with "Thanks dad, see you soon." and headed over there. I barely knocked on the door before it swung open, like dad was just sitting there, waiting for me to knock. "I'm so glad that you could make it Andrew." he came in for a long hug like he hadn't seen me in years. "Glad I could be here dad." I hugged him back. "Come in, come in, let me show you around." he signaled me in with an out stretched hand like he was an usher in a theater. I walked in to clearly a bachelor pad. He had already hung up cheesy posters, and the only thing that was in the living room for furniture was a couch against one wall, and a TV that was on top of a five gallon bucket instead of an entertainment center. "I know it doesn't look like much but it's what I can afford with the monthly payments that I will be paying to your mom for the next few years." he chuckled nervously. "I understand dad, it's no big deal." He shut the door behind me. "Go ahead and have a seat, I'm just going to go grab some drinks. You want a beer?" I wasn't 21 yet but I knew that I already liked beer. "Sure, I'll take a beer." "One beer coming right up." dad scurried away to the kitchen. I continued to look around the barren apartment. It wasn't like he was living in a dump, but it could definitely use a make over. "One beer for you, and one for me." dad pulled the tab to the can of beer and handed it to me. I took a long drink then sat the can on my knee. "So what movie do you want to watch tonight? I was hoping for something with a little bit of action." dad said, taking a drink off his beer as well. "I could go for a little bit of action as well." I took another drink from my beer. A knock came at the door. Dad sat his beer on the floor next to the couch then got up to go answer the door. "That must be Dave." "Dave?" "Yeah, Dave Parker." it did not click in my head until I saw Dave walk through the door. Dave Parker was the Mr. Parker that was getting plowed by my dad when my mom walked in. "Dave, you know my boy Andrew right?" "Of course! He has just been my neighbor since he was born." Dave walked to the couch to shake my hand to which I returned the shake with amazement. I was amazed that my dad thought this would be appropriate to have him over while I was here. The man that tore our family apart. "Dave had also gotten a divorce out of the whole deal so we just remained friends. I hope you don't mind that I invited him over to watch movies with us tonight?" "Not at all." I didn't want to be rude, but I was also overly pissed. I did not know what to say to my dad. "Excellent! I will getcha a beer Dave. Why don't you go ahead and relax. We were just about to fire up a movie." dad did his little scurry to the kitchen again to fetch a beer. The remainder of the night just felt awkward. We did end up eating some wings, and we did find a movie to watch, but I could not get the image of my dad railing Mr. Parker. There were even times that I would look over and dad was stroking his thigh. I'm fine with him being gay and all, but it just felt too soon for me to just accept that my dad was now dating another man, the same man that he was cheating on my dad with. We ended up watching multiple movies that night. All three of us ended up drinking our fair share of beer. It was definitely the most I had ever had. I noticed that I was starting to doze off when my dad flipped off the TV. He went over to a closet next to the kitchen and pulled out an old blanket that I remember having when we all lived together. He unfolded it while walking back over to the couch. I was already laying down, the room spinning, or was it me that was spinning, it was the first time that I had ever been drunk. I had somehow laid down on the couch, my legs out stretched. Dad draped the blanket over me, and I pulled it up to my chin. In the spinning, I caught what I had thought was my dad walking towards his room, Dave holding his hand. I had woken up sometime a little later. It was still pitch black in the living room except for the little line of light underneath the bathroom door. I reached down to where I knew that I had left my glass of water. I put it to my dry, cracking lips, and drank. Gulp after gulp breathed new life into me. The bathroom door opened when I was on my side setting down the glass of water. Out walked dad, completely nude, cock swaying from side to side. Dad was never the most fit guy, but he was also not fat either. He was a poster child for what everybody now called a "dad bod". He had a little beer belly that stuck out in front of him, but nothing that would last if he decided to give up on beer. But from what I saw then was his massive cock that hung down pointing towards the ground, even when it was soft. But I had only caught a glimpse. I rolled back onto my back, staring at the ceiling. The spins had slowed down considerably but I was still having trouble feeling grounded. With the sight that I had just seen it was even harder to feel grounded. I was not prepared to see my dad nude, and I wasn't really happy with what was happening to me. I had at one point during my drunken sleep taken off my pants so that I was now sleeping in just my boxers. My cock was now poking through the trap door and hard as steel. Next thing that went through my mind was that I did not get blessed with cock size from my dad's side. Mine was not small by any means, but it was not that anaconda that dad was packing. I reached down to my throbbing cock and started to pinch at the head, forcing shivers to slide up my spine. I tried to take my mind off what I had just seen but now all I could envision was my dad's massive dick sliding in and out of Mr. Parker's ass. My cock pulsed again. I was now stroking my prick slowly. Sobriety was slowly coming back to me as I pumped my cock. `Slap slap slap' I heard the slapping of balls meeting balls, the same slapping that my mom had heard the night she stumbled in on dad giving it to Mr. Parker. My heart started to jack hammer in my chest. I could feel my pulse behind my eye balls. I knew that I wanted to see what was going on, I wanted to see with my own two eyes what was actually happening in that room. I threw the blanket off of me, and swung my feet over the side of the couch. I stood up, boner still pointing directly in front of me, and walked over to the cracked door to my dad's room. I peered through the crack and saw that Mr. Parker was on all fours facing my direction. His head was drooping towards the bed and he was softly moaning. Dad was behind him, both hands on Dave's fat ass gripping hard, and he was thrusting, slamming into his ass. I put my hand on my cock and started to stroke again as I watched my dad pound this guy's ass into oblivion. I saw my dad bare his teeth and slammed into Dave two more time before stopping. He was breathing heavily as he came into Dave's bowels. Dave raised his head finally with a large, satisfied smile, then I saw my dad's cock flop out of Dave's ass and dangle between his legs. Dave got to his knees and bent over to clean my dad's glistening cock. I was breathing heavily as well at the sight. I had not stopped stroking my little prick the entire time and I noticed that I was dripping clear liquid to the carpet. Dave pulled my dad's cock from his mouth and dad stepped off from the bed, and started to walk towards the door that I was peeking through. I tucked my wet cock back into my boxers and silently but quickly made my way back to the couch, and played that I was still sleeping. Dad had went to the bathroom one more time before going back to his room. Dave came out right behind him to use the bathroom. Once he closed the door though, all I could hear was a subtle gurgling sound. It was the sound of Dave pushing my dad's cum from his ass. I fell asleep soon after into a deep restful sleep, my cock never softened a bit. I woke the next morning to a hand cupping my entire package. My eyes shot open and dad was kneeling at the edge of the couch. "So, you like what you saw last night?" dad said with a smile. "Uh, I don't know what you are talking about." I stammered. Dad gripped my package harder and I began to squirm. "Don't lie to me, I saw you peek through the crack of my door." I released my balls slightly. "I had just heard..." he cut me off. "Andrew, I left it open for you to see because I knew you would get curious. In fact, this whole weekend was for me to get you over here to see me fucking Dave." "But why?" "Because, I know if I could hang the thought of your mother finding out that you were over here, you would do anything that I say!" he gripped my balls hard again. "So this is just a form of black mail?" "You got it! So this is how this is going to go. For the remainder of the weekend, you are going to do as I say, or, your mom might just get an anonymous phone call detailing your whereabouts." dad gripped my balls even harder, I flinched. "What are you going to do then, dad?" he smiled at this. "Whatever I want." "What about Dave?" "Don't worry about him, he just comes over to get fucked from time to time." "So what will you have me do first?" I said, feeling the pressure on my balls start to hurt more. "First thing is you will not wear clothes as long as you are over here." I nodded. "That means now!" he removed his hand from my balls. I stood up and pulled my shirt over my head. I dropped my boxers after that and I was now standing there in front of my dad, completely naked. "Good, good. Now, you are going to do some chores around the house for me, completely nude." I nodded again. "Go ahead and start with the vacuuming, the apartment hasn't had a good vacuuming in weeks. The vacuum is in the closet with the blankets." I nodded, then walked over to the closet and got the vacuum. I pushed it over to the living room, plugged it in, then started to run it over the floors. It felt weird doing mundane things completely nude, let alone your dad watching you. I looked over at him and he was sitting on the couch now, his cock pulled from his pants and was slowly stroking his length. The size of his member still blew my mind. Sitting there it had to be nearly nine inches long. I stopped the vacuum when I thought that I was done and wound up the cord to stow it. "Come over here." he gestured to me with a finger. I walked over to him. "I want you to lick the tip of my dick." "Wha what. Dad, I'm your son." "Could you go grab me my phone then?" "Wai wait wait. Hold on." I said, outstretching my hands. "Then go on, lick it." I gave him one more look before submitting. I got to my knees between his, and grabbed his meat. I leaned in until the head of my father's cock was inches away from my mouth. I outstretched my tongue and ran my tongue across the top quickly. "Good, good, not why don't you put your whole mouth on my cock?" I looked at him with annoyed eyes, then bent back down to his waiting member. I opened my mouth as wide as I could manage, then took the head of his dick into my mouth. I wasn't sure what to do then, I had never sucked cock before. I let my mouth sit on top of his head then started to dance my tongue around his tip. "That's right, lick my slit." he said, putting his hands on my bare shoulders. I did as he commanded and ran my tongue in and out of his piss hole. He shuttered at this. His hips were gyrating as I continued my tongue dance. I decided that I should try to fit more into my mouth so I started to press on, pushing more and more of my father's cock into my mouth. Soon, the head of his dick was at the back of my throat but just over half was able to fit in my mouth. I gagged slightly and pulled it out, then slid back down his length. I was now officially giving my dad head. "Fuck your mouth feels good son." I pulled my face from his cock to smile at him, then thrust it back in. I continued to suck harder and faster as his hips began to buck wildly up and down, trying to get every inch that he could into my warm mouth. "Shit, I'm cumming!" he gave me no notice aside from that, then proceeded to explode into my throat and mouth, filling it with his sticky salty cum. My gag reflex held out as spurt after spurt flowed down my throat. I furiously swallowed, trying to get all that I could down into my stomach. After I felt the last of the pulses I gave his cock one last suck before pulling his clean cock from my mouth. "Never thought that you could suck as cock like that, could ya?" dad said, stroking my cheek. I smiled back. "I never thought I would be able to suck cock at all!" we both laughed. "Well, you still have some chores to do. There are quite a bit of dishes that need to be done." I smiled and stood up. My cock was rock hard again, the precum was running even more now. "Yes dad, whatever you say." I smiled and turned towards the kitchen. I was just finishing up with the dishes when I heard my dad walking into the kitchen. I walked up behind me and I could feel his hot breath across my neck. He began to kiss and nibble me while he grabbed a handful of my left ass cheek. My breathing rapidly increased and I began to moan with desire. I leaned my neck into his sucking, wanting more and getting as much as I could. He squeezed my ass harder and harder as he grew more and more horny. I could feel one of his fingers start to explore between my cheeks now. I hinged at my hips so that my ass would naturally spread, allowing him easier access. His finger found my puckered entrance quickly and he began to push against my opening. "Be careful. I have never had anything inside me." I moaned back to my dad. "Don't worry. You will love this." he whispered into my ear. He then shoved his finger in with one forceful push. I clenched around his finger, the pain was sharp at first but quickly turned into a sense of fullness. He kept his finger inside of me while he sucked at my neck some more. I reached behind me and began to stroke his massive cock. My small hand could barely fit all the way around his meat. I stroked as he continued to finger my hole. We were both moaning, almost pleading for more. "You think it would fit?" I stopped my stroking. Dad stopped his kissing on my neck. "I doubt it, you wanna try? I nodded. "Stay right here." dad pulled his finger from my ass and I immediately missed the sensation of being full in my ass. He trotted away to his room, I was still bent over the sink, hips pushed out so that he could see his fuck hole when he came back. He was back in a few seconds. I heard the snap of a bottle being opened, then the sound of a liquid being dispensed into his hand. I looked behind me to see him rubbing the lube up and down the length of his cock, making it shimmer in the light of the kitchen. I made his way closer to me so that he was now pressing against my ass with his cock. He took his immense meat and slapped the top of my cheeks, teasing me. He then ran the length of my crack with his lubed dick, spreading the slick liquid. "You ready?" I felt him stop the head of his cock at my entrance. I nodded. He started to push against me but his cock would just not enter me. He pulled back again the lined back up for another try. This time, he was successful. I felt my hole spread to his girthy member. My ass lit on fire with pain. I briefly pulled myself away from him but he would not let me escape. I was his. He then let his dick stretch my ring until he felt that I had enough time to get used to the size. It didn't take long until the pain was gone again, then the full feeling was back, but a hundred time more intense. He started to push again and I could feel every ridge of his cock drag against my over stretched hole. The sensation sent me over the top and I craved more. Before he could reach the bottom of his length, I pushed back to him, forcing his cock in. "Ohh fuck yeah daddy, that feels so good." I moaned as I felt his cock somewhere around my belly button region. He placed a hand on my shoulder and started to pull his cock from my ass before slamming it back inside of me. I yelped and moaned again as he hammered it back into me. I was in bliss now, feeling my dad using me, fucking me. "Faster, fuck me faster." I screamed. He did not waste time because he started to pump my hole hard and fast. I could hear the `slap slap' sound again and it was now my fathers balls slapping mine. I threw my head back as he gripped my hips like I saw him do with Dave last night and he really started to fuck me like the slut that I am. I craved more of his cock and I started to match his rhythm, forcing his cock in as his trust into me. "Cum for me dad, cum in my ass." I moaned. He picked up his pace, slamming my guts harder and harder. I then noticed that his movements started to slow, and his cock began to grow again, swelling more and more before he yelled out "Fuck! Oh my fucking god you feel so fucking good." My dad the proceeded to pump load after load of hot cum into my bowels, filling every nook and cranny. The heat I could feel from his spunk sent me over the edge and I began to cum as well, without ever touching my cock. I exploded onto the cheap linoleum floor, it pooled in little white drops all over. I dropped my head down again. My chest heaved and my heart hammered. "I am going to fuck you in every room of this apartment." my Dad whispered into my ear. "I can't wait." I said through heavy breathing. He smacked my ass one last time before sliding his horse cock from my ass. I felt his cum leak down my leg as it spilled from my hole. I clenched as tight as I could, trying to keep it all in. "I think that bathroom could use a good cleaning too." Dad said, pulling a beer from the fridge. "Maybe I should go there next." I gave him a wink. "I will come check on you in a half hour." "I will be waiting" I smiled. If you like this story, feel free to check out my Patreon at patreon.com/TedDavidson_Writer and also don't forget about my book that is on Amazon. It is titled "Snowed In With My Best Friend" by Ted Davidson. Thank you for reading!