Date: Sat, 16 Jan 2016 08:17:46 -0800 From: Robert Gibbs Subject: Dad is My Midnight Visitor Part 2 Dad's My Midnight Visitor - Part 2 - Dad had become a regular visitor to my bed since we first made love a couple of months ago. My name is Daniel and just graduated from high school and approaching 19 years of age. I'm gay and love having sex with my hunk of a dad. He's 40, tall, muscular, trim and a real man's man. We became lovers when Mom cut him off from sex for about 6 months. I really can't understand that. Dad is a gentle and passionate lover, his 8 inch cock and hot mouth delivering ecstasy in heavenly ways. Dad would come into my room 5 or 6 nights a week to fuck me, but we would also make love anytime that mom was out of the house for a couple of hours. I know Dad used to drive her into a frenzy as I could hear them fucking when they went to bed a couple of hours after me. I would hear my mom's pitched cries of lust and their bed squeaking like it was trying to launch into orbit. Occasionally I'd hear the slurping noises of my mom giving dad head, my Dad's whispers telling her to suck him, to take the whole rod in her mouth. I would jerk off listening to them, imagining what Dad's hard cock looked like slamming into Mom's pussy or down her throat. It was perverted, but I didn't care. The sounds of their sex were erotic as all hell. That's what surprised me; that Dad felt he needed to come to me to relieve his sexual needs because mom didn't want to have sex anymore. It was just bizarre in my head. Dad knew how to fuck me and make love to me, driving me into a orgasmic frenzy each time...I was the lucky one in the house, I guess. I chose to go to a local community college after high school instead of a state university. I didn't want to leave Dad's side. I loved him, he was now my partner, and I loved the way we made each other feel when we screwed. After my first quarter in school, Mom and Dad decided to get divorced. Dad and I had been fucking on a regular basis for almost a year at that point. I guess it wasn't all that surprising since they seemed to have drifted apart. Their divorce was amicable. My Dad paid her a large sum of money so he could keep the house. She took most of the furniture and stuff, but Dad didn't care, he just bought more. Of course, I stayed with Dad and the house was now ours. I'd visit my Mom in her new little bungalow and she seemed happy enough. We maintained a good relationship, but I could never tell her that I replaced her in my Dad's life. I think that would send any woman to the loony bin. Besides, she didn't need to know, that was between Dad and me. Within about a year, Mom found a new man and seemed happy with Gregg. He was okay, in a pencil-dicked weasel sort of way. Typically, I would get home from my evening classes about 8 pm and Dad would have dinner ready for me. I worked part time in the morning so I could go to school at night. Dad worked in construction and made a decent piece of change. After dinner, I would do the dishes and a couple hours of homework. Around 11 or so, Dad and I would go to bed. I had moved into his room after Mom left the house. We would slowly undress each other and start our love making standing, stroking each other's bodies while we kissed. We would then move to the bed and begin with cuddling and grinding on each other. My cock was now about 7 ½ inches and was approaching the length of my Dad's hard 8 inches. My cock was fat and heavily veined like his. We take turns fucking, sometimes Dad would fuck me and sometimes I'd fuck him. It all depended on our mood. Sometimes we'd just 69 and blow our loads in each other's mouths. Our love making wasn't limited to the bedroom either. Dad loved to fuck me on the kitchen table on Sunday mornings, using butter or Crisco as lube. He would hold my legs wide open while he'd stand in front of my ass hanging over the edge of the table and drill his humungous cock in and out of me. I would grunt and groan loudly while he pile-drived my hole. Dad really enjoyed talking dirty while he fucked me, telling me "Take that cock, boy! Yeah, take it all. You like Daddy's cock in ya, don't ya? Yeah, fucking ya good. Ride up on my cock, make love to my rod baby." I didn't have class on Thursdays, so I'd have dinner ready for Dad when he got home. Since it was just me and Dad, I'd usually only wear some tight gym shorts from when I was about 16. I had grown and so they were now quite snug on my trim body. The lining had worn and started to tear so I cut them out of the shorts. My cock would make an obscene bulge, threatening to escape down the side of the leg since I wouldn't wear any underwear with them. Sometimes I'd be just in a jock when Dad came home, my plump, athletic ass hanging out the back and my throbbing cock pushing the pouch to its limits. We would greet each other with a hello and a kiss, rubbing each other while we played tonsil hockey. Sometimes we'd get so hot that the dinner would burn while we fucked. We'd end up with a pizza on those nights and a smoldering hunk of meat in the garbage. I perversely enjoyed answering the door to the pizza guy in my tight shorts, my half hard cock straining against the tight fabric. The first time the pizza guy delivered to us I thought he was going to swallow his tongue. I gave him a coy smile and fat tip, since he couldn't have my fat cock, and sent him on his way. Dad and I would joke about inviting him in...maybe someday. I suspected that he'd be sure to get our order to deliver if he saw our address pop up in their computer. Sometimes Dad would answer the door in his bathrobe, loosely tied so that just the slightest of cracks formed between the edges, giving the slightest hint of something naughty in the shadows of the robe. One particular time, the pizza guy had forgot part of our order and I went outside to catch him before he drove off. I came up to his car in my tight shorts and knocked on his window, telling him he forgot the wings. I could clearly see the outline of his cock in his jeans as he sat in the driver's seat. He apologized and found our wings in a different delivery pouch. He had moaned quietly as he bent sideways searching for the wings, so I knew his hard rod gave him a shot of joy with his movements. I thanked him as he handed the box of wings to me, flexing my butt cheeks so that it would force the front of my groin and cock even further against my thread bare and tight shorts. I walked away and turned to look at his car when I was about 20 feet away. I could clearly see him straining against the back of his seat and his arms moving, apparently doing something in his crotch area. I watched for a second or two more and realized that he had pulled his cock out of his pants to jerk off. Horney little fucker. Yeah, Dad and I should fuck him sometime...soon.