Date: Sun, 30 Sep 2018 19:07:44 +0000 (UTC) From: Eddie Towson Subject: Dad and I rely on each other. Gay incest I was 15 when mom left me and Dad to go hang with "cousin" Jimmy. Dad and I were pretty down when she left. We dealt with it in our own way. Me, I was 15, anxious and threw myself into my rugby club. Practiced harder, ran longer, tackled a couple of guys so hard I broke my nose and a couple of ribs. Dad, he just went into himself, drinking more beer than normal, planting himself on the couch when he got home and not moving much. I took on the role of taking care of us. I came home after practice every night, made our dinner, and sat down next to him watching him just move his food around on his plate. After a couple on months of that, I retreated into my room. I was so worked up after practice each night that I needed some form of release. I turned to jacking off to porn on the web. I learned I liked looking at guys that were more like dad, husky,hairy, regular working men. Looking back on it now, I think I was looking for a father in those pics. One night Dad was on the couch as usually and I was wanking to a guy I had found on Tumblr. He was probably around 40, muscular, furry, and had a nice dick. Thicker than most. Kinda like a PBR can. His ass crack was hairy as all get out! I just wanted him next to me and touching me. I heard Dad get up, bang his knee against the living room table, yell out "FUCK" and I figured he was heading to bed. Dad and Mom's room (was only Dad's then) was just past mine. Then I heard from behind me, "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU LOOKING AT?" I had forgotten to shut my door. Dad was standing in the doorway and couldn't miss what was on my screen. Thinking about it now, he matched what I was dreaming about. Older, shirtless, hairy chested, muscled from his workman's job at the plant. His jeans sagged slightly under his furry belly. Not fat, masculine. I slammed rhe cover of the laptop down but couldn't hide my hard-on I was caught. "Nothing Dad just something for class tomorrow" I blurted out, but I knew it was too late! He had seen what his son was looking at and how aroused I was. His wife had left him for another man, he had been relying on me his son to take care of things, and now he saw me, his athlete son, looking at gay porn. He looked absolutely devastated. I knew it was over then and maybe would be thrown out of the house, but then Dad bowed his head, took a deep breath, lifted up his entire body, and said, "we need each other Son." I jumped up and wrapped myself around my father, and said I need you Dad! That is the first night Dad and I spent with each other. " Son, what are you doing?" Nothing Dad, just finishing up some homework." I could see in his eyes that he knew I was lying. Dad walked into my room, planting himself firmly next to my bed. I could smell the sweat and heat coming off of him. Never breaking the connection between our eyes, he yanked off my sheets exposing my wet-tipped hard-on. I felt his eyes wander across my body from head to toe gathering everything thing that he had taken a part in making. Thoae few seconds seemed like hours. Dad looked back up at me...."Son, I need your help with dealing with all off this. I can't do it alone." Those five words, "I can't do it alone," made the man I had always known as my father, my alpha, the man that I had always looked to for strength, the man that I had always considered my rock, made him human, if only for a moment. We both realized we needed each other now more than ever. I quietly slipped over to the otherside of my double bed making room for him. Dad's heat swept over me as he climbed into my small bed. My young inexerienced self didn't know it was sexual heat coming off of Dad. Dad slipped his hairy arm underneathbad my head and pulled me in closer to him. I was already hard, but the smell of his armpit made more blood rush to my dick. It was beginning to hurt it was so hard. We just laid there for a few minutes looking into each other's eyes, and then he asked, "can I kiss you, son?" Dad and I had kissed before as a good-night or good-night gesture, so I expected the same. When I said yes though, I learned something completely different about kissing Dad planted his face against mine. It wasn't the peck on the lips I was used to, suddenly then I felt his tongue press against my lips. I opened my mouth and let Dad slide his top gue deep into my mouth. My body reacted without my control then. I pulled Dad into me wrapping my legs and arms around him without thinking about it. He quickly rolled over on top of me. I knew then I was where I wanted and needed to be. While kissing me, Dad said, "Son, I love you." "I love you too Dad!" Suddenly I felt a shudder move through my Dad. It felt like a rubber band releasing, all the tension removed at once. SNAP. Dad pressed down on my body harder than before, pinning me under his weight and kissing me stronger. That's when I felt his hand move down closer to my dick. He moved his left hand down between our bodies, mine smoother, his more hairy, and grabbed onto my balls, squeezing them hard in his broad hand. It hurt and I arched my back to move away, but I knew I wanted Dad to keep going. I opened my eyes and saw my father looking down at me with a fury and need I had never seen In him before. I wrapped my arms around his thick neck as he collapsed on top of me whispering into my ear, "Son? Yes, Dad? I won't hurt you more than is needed. Do you trust me, son? More than you know know Dad." My mind suddenly switched over to focus on Dad's hard dick rubbing his cock against my leg. Dad's dick wasn't long and huge like the pics I had seen online. He had what I knew as a "beer-can" dick I guessed Shorter, thicker, with a big swollen head. Exactly what I wanted. He was leaking pre-cum all over me as I wrapped my legs tighter around him. As I wrapped my legs around Dad, I felt his hand move down to my balls again. He grabbed them and pulled them hard up against his furry taint with his big calloused hands. He grunted and shoved harder on top of me. The last time I felt pain like that in my balls was when I got tackled by a 200lb forward during a rugby match last month. The guy's knee when right up into my balls and knocked the wind completely out of me. I rolled over in pain and it took a few minutes for me to get back into play. Dad jerking them down though was different. Instead of knocking the breath out of me, I instinctually took a deep breath and held it. I waited for him to release my sack. Waited. Waited. Suddenly Dad let go and slapped my sack hard with his hand. I would have jumped out of the bed from the pain I felt if Dad had not held me down against the matress. Dad whispered in my ear, "wait for it!" In a millisecond my mind asked, "What the hell do you mean 'wait for it?' I just got my balls squeezed harder than if they had been squeezed between two cinder blocks?!" Then I felt what I have named, "the return". if you have never felt it, it's a poor description to say it's like when your leg falls asleep and the needles come back, but instead of painful, the feeling is well, joyous. I squirmed underneath my dad with the feeling that came back into my balls! They pulsed and bounced with sensation! My chest rose and fell with the breathes I was inhaling into my body. My head kept asking me, what the hell was that?! After about 5 minutes, I was able to regain somewhat control of my body, though my balls would take longer. "Son. Son!" He was calling me out of my stupor. I didn't want to leave it. I wanted to stay there in the rapture my father had created, but I opened my eyes. I looked up and Dad had lifted off of me, he was looking down at me with his strong furry arms were planted between my ears and my shoulders. He looked so worried. "Son, are you OK?" A breathless "yeah" came out of me. Then the biggest, fattest grin crossed my Dad's face, "Good my boy. (Bigger grin) You had me worried." I wrapped my arms around his neck, feeling the hair on his back and shoulders. I pulled Dad down on top of me. "Do that again , Dad."