Date: Sat, 25 Aug 2012 18:14:36 -0500
From: naked guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: Falling For My Dad Pt 1

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Falling For My Dad
(Fictional story, incest, gay)

Dad and I were close, but I had kept a secret from him for a long
time--I hadn't told him I that was gay.  I hadn't told him an even more
deep dark secret...I had a huge crush on him!  However, just after my
eighteenth birthday, everything changed.

As a kid, dad, mom, and I were a happy little family, or so I thought.
 I wasn't aware that a rift had formed between my parents until they
told me they were separating.  I was 11 years old back then.  One day
I came home from school and they sat me down and I was told that mom
was moving out as soon as she found an apartment.  Their reason for
the split was watered down...I was told that they didn't have the same
feelings for each other any more.  They said that they cared about
each other, but not the way a married couple should.  I was really
hurt but kept a straight face until the whole talk was over.  I went
to my room and cried.  I think I was more upset at wondering what
friends and family would say.  Funny how the mind of a kid works.

In hindsight, I now see things that were tell-tale signs, like no
affection between them like kissing or hugging, dad sleeping on the
couch a lot, etc.  Luckily, dad and mom had no hostile feelings
against each other.  Soon after the split, they filed for a divorce
and mom moved to the next city over to start her new life.  I saw her
quite often, and she and dad even chatted when he took me to her place
like they were old friends.  Eventually, she began dating and
re-married.  I had the opportunity to live with them, but I stayed in
the house with dad.

As I entered my teen years and discovered jacking off, I was always
doing it.  The minute I got home from school, I'd take advantage of
the hour before dad got home and would shoot one or two loads.  I
would go online and find ways around the security protection dad had
installed for me to avoid adult sites when I was younger.  I would
find hot pics of naked men, pics of males sex, short movie clips, etc.
 I would enjoy streaking nude around the house and in the back yard
next to our above ground pool.  A fence and trees kept anyone from
seeing my naked goings on.  I especially loved jacking off in the hot
sun all sweaty, then jumping in to rinse off.

The objects of my desires were not just the hot jocks in gym class,
but the average dudes too.  I was turned on by masculinity period.  I
tried to not appear like I was scoping guys out, but it was hard.  I
was butch enough to appear not so obvious.  I was the typical t-shirt
and jeans, tennis shoes guy.  I got a lot of comments from girls, but
they really didn't mean anything.

While my dad had Hispanic ancestry, I mostly favored my mom. Dad was
dark haired, mom brunette, I kind of had a mix of their hair color,
but fair skin.  In the summer I never really tanned.

I had my first experience with a guy when I was 15.  There was a rough
looking guy, Marty, who had earrings.  Rumor had it that he had a
tattoo already, too.  He wasn't great looking, but wore tight t-shirts
that accented his wiry, muscled arms and chest.  There was no smoking
allowed at school, but he reeked of cigarettes.  His face was clear
now, but a small corner of it showed some acne scarring.  His hair was
cut short, but was often in disarray--sometimes spiked up cool with gel
but often looking like he just got out of bed.  I wanted him so bad.

One day, I was walking home from school and I heard feet on the
sidewalk behind me and there he was, walking home with a backpack on
his back and cigarette dangling from his mouth.  My mouth went dry.  I
had hardly ever talked to him in class before.

"What's up?" he asked when I turned around to see who was behind me.

"Hey man...I didn't know you lived over this way."

"Well yeah, my brother usually picks me up but he moved out."

I'd heard about his brother...quit school, got arrested for drugs, got a
gal pregnant, the works.  As I slowed down, he was then walking at my
pace to my left.

"Wanna cig?" he asked.

"I've never tried one."

"I live right here," he said and turned to face me.  The sunlight in
his face made the stubble of the goatee he was pitifully trying to
grow glow like gold.  His spiky blond hair was a mess.  But I felt my
dick stirring from the intense stare he gave.

"Wanna come in for a bit?"

"Sure."

His house looked just the same as the rest of them in the
neighborhood, decent yard, nicely painted.  However, when we stepped
inside it was totally different.  It smelled of cigarette smoke and
was musty.  The carpet had been torn out of the hallway and living
room showing bare concrete.  It was all dark with the blinds closed
except for one that was covered in foil.  An unattended TV was on with
horrible reception in front of a couch and love seat that had seen
better days.  I saw a photo on the wall of six kids on top of the TV
in the scant light from the screen.  He turned on a lamp that had that
faux iron look with red velvet on it.  The stained lampshade cast a
garish glow.  I didn't know his family was so big before looking at
more photos on the TV in the brighter light.  A tiny kid in a photo
appeared to be him, the youngest.  There was a crack in the glass of
the frame.  All of the decor looked really old, some of it even from
the 70's!  His house was so different than my picture perfect suburban
home.

Although the air conditioner was running, it wasn't especially cool.
I kind of rustled my shirt to cool off, as it had been even hotter
outside.

"Oh you can just pull it off, I'm going to.  It never gets cool in here."

His shirt was off in an instant.  I kept mine on.  I noticed hair
under his arms and a light dusting of blondish red hair on his belly
and around his nips.  On my own body, I barely had anything but pubic
hair at that point--so I was fascinated with his armpit hair.  I longed
to reach out and touch it.  His ribs shown but his despite being
skinny, he had muscles on his arms and pecs--not overly muscular but
nicely toned.

I followed him down the dark hallway and we went into his room.  I saw
the rumored tattoo on his back...it was a small dragon.  It was dark
except for a large fish tank that glowed with a fluorescent light.
His room was a little neater than the rest of the house.  There were
two twin beds.  One was made up with a worn plaid bedspread, the other
had only a cover sheet on it.  There was a boom box from the early
90's with duct tape sitting on a table between the beds.  Plugged into
it was a portable cd player.  The walls had posters of Prodigy, Nine
Inch Nails, etc.

I sat on the unmade bed while he plopped on the other.  We just kind
of looked at each other for a while.  I felt a little awkward, but he
had a determined confidence in his gaze.  He lit up a cigarette and
handed it to me.  I took a long drag and let the smoke out.  I always
saw people coughing and choking on TV when they tried their first one,
but I had no such reaction.  He pushed the power button on his cd
player and some trip hop type music started playing.  I didn't "turn
green" like I heard a first time smoking experience would be like...I
actually got a buzz from his menthol cigarette.  Smoking the
cigarette, taking in a puff, these actions for some reason made me
hard as a rock.  Was it because I was doing a forbidden act with a guy
I was hot for?  Dad would kill me!

Marty stood up and sat next to me, our hips touching.  I was looking
at his bare chest out of the corner of my eye.

"You like it?"

"Yeah, it's not like I heard it would be the first time."

I tried to look straight ahead, but I could feel his gaze scrutinizing
me.  Before I knew it, he kissed the back of my neck.  I froze...my
heart was racing.  He did it again.  After I didn't respond, he moved
my head to face him and our eyes met.  His right hand moved to take my
cigarette and dropped it in an ashtray with his and simultaneously, he
kissed me.  Suddenly his tongue was sliding in my mouth and even
though it was my first kiss, I naturally reciprocated and then we were
making out.  He pulled my shirt up and over my head, momentarily
breaking the kiss.  He pushed me back onto the bed and slid on top of
me, our bare chests sliding against each other.  I was in heaven.

"How did you know I ..."

"The way you act around me.  You cool with it?"

I laughed and shook my head.  He moved down again and we launched into
an intense make out session.  I loved the clean yet dirty smell of
him, like newspapers, cigarettes, and sweat.  I felt his hand move
down to his waist between us.  Just as he was unbuckling his belt, we
heard someone open the front door with a lot of ruckus and slammed it
shut.  I heard a male coughing and then spit.

Calmly, Marty sat up and moved to the other bed.

"My fuckin' brother is back.  Fuck him!"

I felt nervous, unsure of what to do.  I quickly put my shirt back on.
 The bedroom door slammed open with a bang and a tall, lanky bearded
guy burst in.  He looked to be in his late 20's with an acne scarred
face and ponytail...he wasn't sexy like Marty.  He almost looked
homeless.

"Looks likes some monkey business is going on in here."  He chuckled a
nasty laugh.

I thought he was going to give us a hard time after guessing that we
had been messing around, but he went into a ramble about needing gas
money and shit.

"Get out of here man, dad's gonna kick your ass!" Marty shouted.

"Excuse me, Dave." He said to me.

He pushed his brother out into the hall and they kept grumbling but
not as loud.  I couldn't hear everything but a lot of foul language as
his brother asked Marty to give him gas money or go drive him
someplace.  He came back in looking irritated.

"Dude, I gotta run and help out my loser brother.  The sooner I do,
his sorry ass is back out of here and I can be in peace."

He whispered to me, "Your so fuckin hot man!"  He playfully bit my ear.

"Let's hang out tomorrow, he'll be gone." He said in his regular
voice.  I just shook my head and went to the door.  He grabbed me one
more time for a hot, full on kiss.

I was in a daze as I walked out into the hot blazing sun outside.  I
walked on around the corner and down two blocks to my house with an
erection that wouldn't go down.  As I got home, I realized I smelled
like cigarette smoke and tossed all of my clothes into the hamper.  I
went to my room and jacked the hugest load thinking of my new buddy.
After I came, I didn't waste time and took a quick shower.  The minute
I was dressed in another t-shirt and shorts, dad came in.

Throughout dinner and doing my homework, I was on cloud nine.  I
couldn't stop thinking about Marty.  I wondered what would have
happened if we hadn't been interrupted by his fucking brother.  I
didn't sleep well thinking about what he and I would do the next day
after school.  Whenever I did fall asleep, I dreamt of him.  In the
dream, we were naked in my backyard making out.  My dad was mowing the
lawn and wasn't paying us attention.  Right when I was about to touch
his dick, the alarm went off.  I washed my face and got dressed in a
hurry.  Dad was surprised that I was up without him having to drag me
out of bed as usual. I ate my cereal and he drove me to school.

I had only one class with Marty, 3rd period, Algebra.  When I got to
class, I was dismayed to see that he wasn't there.  Anyhow, I'd stop
by his house on the way home.  I stayed distracted wondering where he
was.  Later in the day, Just as 5th period was nearly over, over the
school loudspeaker, came the voice of our aging, tired principal, Mrs.
Nixon.  She called everyone to the cafeteria.  No one had a clue what
was up.

After we arrived, she pulled the teachers out for a few minutes while
we all were acting rambunctious and restless.  All 3 grades of the
Junior High were crammed into the cafeteria, most of us standing.
When she came back in, the other teachers looked saddened.  I head a
girl say she thought one or our teachers had died.

It wasn't anything that I was expecting.  Mrs. Nixon announced to the
school that we had lost a fellow student, Marty Hanson.  My stomach
nearly lurched as the bottom of it fell out.  She said details would
follow and that grief counselors would be available for the rest of
the week, if anyone needed them.  School was let out for the day at
2pm.

I walked home sad and frustrated, not knowing what had happened.  I
went straight to Marty's house and there were three police cars there,
one had "Sheriff" painted on it.  I just stood there and stared.  A
lady walking her dog came up to me as she passed.

"Did you know them, honey?"

I just nodded.

"What happened?" I barely croaked out.

"I've lived across the street from them for years...crazy, messed up
bunch.  The youngest boy was driving his brother to pick up some drugs
and when they got to some place, a guy walked up and shot the both of
them.  They never had a chance."

She walked off with her dog as I stood there just staring at the
house.  I slowly walked home and went straight to my room and cried
like a girl.  I pulled out my school yearbook from the year before and
found Marty's picture.  There he was, the rebel.  His hair was spiked
up and he had on a crazy shirt while all the other photos had people
dressed up.  It made me sadder.  At least on his final day he had a
nice experience with me.  "Did he come to me in my dream to say
goodbye?  No, there's not such thing...", I thought.

I didn't hear dad come home and when he opened the bedroom door, which
I had forgotten to completely shut, he apparently saw my puffy eyes.
I turned over and laid on my pillow.

"You okay son?"

"Go away dad, I don't feel good.  Allergies."

He stood there for a minute silently, waiting for me to say something,
but then quietly walked on to his room.  When I finally came
downstairs, he was watching the news.  Marty's story had made the
local news.  Turned out his brother had indeed asked him to drive to
confront some drug gang dudes and it turned out badly.

"That was one of your friends huh?  They said he went to your school."

I just nodded.

"I'm sorry son.  Sorry way to lose a buddy."

I came into the room and sat down on the couch next to him.  He put
his arm around me with one arm and lightly tousled my hair with the
other.  I let myself melt into dad and savored the affection of his
playfulness.  Then of all fucked up times, I started to get a hard on!
 He continued to watch TV and stretched his arm back out behind me on
the couch.  Quite often, due to the couch wasn't long enough, one of
us would sit at the far end of the couch and the other would lay
stretched out.  That meant that the one lying down would have his feet
over the lap of the other.  It was no big deal.  I didn't lay down for
fear of my erection being seen.

I stayed leaning against his shoulder and was confused about why I was
getting turned on.  He was my dad!  Perhaps it was the experience with
Marty that introduced me to intimate contact with another male and the
contact with dad was making the same connection in my brain.  Fearing
that my erection would be noticed, I slowly slid down to the floor and
stretched out there to watch TV.

After the news, dad got up to go take a piss.  I watched him walk to
the bathroom.  Why hadn't I ever noticed how hot my dad was?  He had
on his undershirt/wife beater and jogging shorts.  He had nice legs
that were hairy.  His head was shaved, had always been since I could
remember.  He was 38 and was in decent, but not perfect shape.  He
jogged several times a week and sometime lifted some weights in the
garage, but he had a slight belly.  His hair receded early, mom said,
and he'd always shaved it.  When the stubble grew out, it was dark
black.  While he had bit of Latino coloring, his facial features were
Caucasian.

When he came back, I tried to look away back at the TV.  He passed me
on his way to the kitchen and I scrutinized his butt for the first
time, admiring it's roundness and the way it moved as he walked.  I
had to stop thinking about him so that I could stand up and go to bed
without the tent in my shorts from bouncing around.  After watching
the sports news, I got distracted enough and got up to go to bed.  He
passed me and kissed me on my forehead.

"Good night son, and sorry to hear about your friend at school."

I felt sad again and went up to my room to get into bed.  The stress
from the day had me wore out, so I drifted to sleep quickly.  I woke
the next morning more refreshed, but with a different attitude toward
my dad.  As the weeks went by, things got back to normal at school.
The week after Marty died, our school had a memorial for him, as they
would with any student.  His own family, we heard, didn't have much of
a funeral for him because they couldn't afford it.  It was paid for by
a local church as a charity gesture.  I didn't know about it until it
was over, no times were ever announced at school.  His dad was a
widower and his brothers and sisters were all broke and had messed up
lives of their own, or that was the gossip.  I kept a place in my
heart for him as my "first kiss".

Tenth grade ended...along came eleventh.  Since my experience with
Marty, I was never in any other sexual situation for a long time.
There were some moments with some different school buddies that I
probably could have made a move, but didn't have the balls like Marty
did.  As I turned from 15 to 17, I noticed dad never went out on
dates.  He played pool with his pals, but never went on dates.  I
watched his every move around gorgeous women.  They would flirt with
him like crazy, and he'd flirt back, but would never pursue them.  I
wanted to get to know my dad more and found as many things as possible
for us to do together.  I began jogging with him in the evenings.

The jogs became very routine and both of us began to get healthier
bodies from the cardio.  We worked out with his old weight set in the
garage, even.  Dad actually knew a lot about exercises that he'd never
bothered to act on until we exercised together.  I found out he was
very athletic in school.  Just as when I was a young kid, dad and I
still roughhoused ever now and then.  However, now I was the one who
initiated it because it was a chance for my dad to playfully tackle
me, pin me down.  We'd wrestle playfully in the pool or while watching
TV. I made sure when I instigated it I had on either tight underwear
or if it was in the pool, I waited for the evening when it was dark in
the water save the small light in the deep end.  I loved feeling dad's
skin against mine.

Every now and then, dad would act melancholy, but after a day or so
would snap out of it.  I tried to get into his head and find out what
bothered him, but he wasn't easy to read.  He enjoyed his job, so that
wasn't what was making him sad at times.  He was a manager of a
franchise for popular tire store.  Having been a mechanic for years,
he had eventually made "general manger" of his store/garage and loved
his work.  He saw to administrative stuff as well as working the front
counter, so he was on his feet most all day.  Some days, he put the
assistant manger in charge and he worked on some of the cars himself.
The guys under him got along great with dad.

So, it wasn't work that was getting to dad.  He had the opportunity to
date, but didn't.  He had plenty of friends.  Perhaps dad just simply
had clinical depression issues.  I was really confused.  But his
episodes were so infrequent and didn't last long, so once they would
go away, I'd hope it was the last one and try not to think about it
more.

What I did think about, though, was fantasies of me and my dad having
passionate sex.  Oh, I thought about the hot guys at school in my
fantasies at times, I even thought about the hot mechanics in my dad's
garage, but dad always came back into my mind.   Dad used his own
bathroom for showers in the master bedroom, so I rarely ever got to
see him naked.  If I did, it was in a flash as he was putting a towel
on.  He drove me nuts by wearing his old jogging shorts around the
house with no shirt on.  The support netting in the shorts had torn up
in the washing machine long ago and had been pulled out.  So in the
right lighting, I could see the silhouette of his package.  The shorts
allowed me to see his dick and balls bounce around with his every
move.  It allowed the same for his ample ass.  It drove me nuts.

I would do whatever I could to get to touch dad besides his usual
morning hug or nightly kiss on the forehead.  Some evenings when he
came home tired, and after his shower, we'd watch TV on the couch.
I'd sit at the end and let him stretch out.  One night, after hearing
him complain early about his tired feet, I just started them.  He took
good care them by putting lotion on them every night (mom used to bug
him to do that, guess so he didn't have rough feet in bed?).  His size
ten feet were sexy with long toes and high arches.  I wanted so badly
to suck his toes, lick his feet, as I had in my fantasies.  The foot
massage took him a little by surprise, for he looked away from the TV
and at me.

"Oh hey, Dave, thanks, that feels great.  That's better than how your
mom used to do it."

Mom rubbed dad's feet?  I never saw her do that before.  Must have
been a bedroom thing.  I sensually rubbed his feet paying special
attention to all the most sensitive places.  My dick was getting hard,
but it was tucked down between my legs.  He'd stopped watching TV and
put his hand behind his back and just smiled with his eyes closed.
Soon he fell asleep, but I noticed his own dick had tented in his
shorts.  My heart was racing.  Part of me just wanted to watch it, the
other part wanted me to grab it.  In the end, I just watched it.

The foot massages began to be a regular thing.  I'd sit on the couch,
dad would lay at the other end, eventually stretching out and
playfully hinting for the foot rub, but actually I couldn't wait to do
it.  Sometimes when I found him at the dining table with all the bills
spread out, his glasses on and looking so serious, I'd rub his
shoulders.  He'd relax and tell me if felt great.  I wanted to kiss
the back of his shaved head.

I also began trying to show off for dad.  I guess I was trying to
seduce him more or less.  I began dressing with my bedroom door open.
I stopped wearing shirts at home, allowing for more body contact on
the couch.  I started sleeping totally naked with my door open.  When
dad would have to wake me up for school, I'd let half my body be
exposed, like part of my butt, or the top of my crotch, but he never
said a thing.  He just acted the same as usual by bumping the side of
my bed to stir me awake.  Finally, I stopped hiding my hard-ons
whenever they arose.  Also, I made excuses to be in his room when he
was changing clothes or getting into the shower (pretending to be out
of shaving cream or soap, out of clean towels, etc).  I took forever
to dress after showers by going around in a towel wrapped around my
waist.  He just acted normal like it was nothing.

I masturbated nightly thinking of dad.  After I would shoot my load,
I'd rub it into my balls and belly or would wipe it up with one of my
socks.  Needless to say, my room smelled of cum with those dank socks
laying around.  The day before my eighteenth birthday, I was
collecting the dirty clothes to do the laundry on that Friday evening.
 I went to the hamper in dad's bathroom and dumped all the clothes
into a laundry basket.  As I brought some of dad's socks up to my nose
to smell his scent, I realized it was my own sock, one that I had
wiped my cum up with the day before.  My heart began racing and my
stomach fluttered.  Was dad caving in to my seduction?  Why the fuck
did he have MY sock in here?

I masturbated right there with dad downstairs cooking supper--shirtless
and barefoot, I pulled my cock out of my jeans and started wanking.
My cum sprayed all over.  Just as I was pulling my cock back in my
jeans, he popped in to tell me lunch was ready.  I was relieved that
didn't bust in on me even though I really wanted him.  I glanced in
wall length mirror and saw that there was a glob of cum on my abs!
Did he see it?  He had only been in the room for 2 seconds.  I wiped
it off and ran downstairs to eat the hamburgers he'd made.  He acted
normal, as if he saw nothing.  Part of me wanted him to see because I
had been trying to turn him on for weeks, part of me was embarrassed.

For my 18th birthday, dad and I went to the movies and then to dinner.
 Dad was in good spirits that night.  However, the next morning, I
woke
up late at 10:30am..dad was still in bed.  By noon, he was still
sleeping.  I was afraid it was another one of his episodes.  I went to
his room and playfully landed on the bed next to him on top of the
covers.  He only turned over.

"Dad, you ok?"

"Yeah, just tired, son."

That didn't make sense of course, he'd been relaxed the day before and
had slept for over twelve hours now.  The curtains were pulled, so I
turned on the lamp next to his bed.

"Dad, you need to get up."

He didn't stir.  After a few minutes, I pulled his arm and made him
roll over.   He rolled over, but just looked up at me blankly.  There
was the saddest, most tragic look in his face...that blank stare.

"Dad, what's wrong?"

He put his hand on my arm, and looked up at me.

"I'm just so lonely, son.  So lonely."

My heart broke in a million pieces and hot tears leaked from my eyes.
I tried to act butch, but it wasn't working.

"Dad, you're not alone in the world.  You've got me!"

He looked away, the looked back at me.  His hand wiped the tears off
my face.  Then he spoke in an even morose tone.

"I know son, I love you more than anything.  I just meant I don't have...a lover."

Then I realized dad was talking about not having a companion and sexual partner!

Without any warning to dad, I pulled his cover away, landing on top of him.

"But you've got ME" I said.

I grabbed his head and laid the deepest, tongue-filled kiss one could
ever give with all my heart.   Dad didn't resist and put his arms
around me and went for it.  We were rolling all over the bed kissing
and groping.  Dad tried pulling off my underwear and got them down
enough to expose my rock hard dick. My cock slapped against his abs.
My hands were in this jogging shorts grabbing his awesome butt cheeks
hard.  When the heat died down a little, he moved down and pulled mine
all the way off and got rid of his.  I was in bed with my stud dad
with him on top of me naked!

He rolled me onto my back and lay on top of me with all of his weight.
 He started licking and kissing my neck starting with my Adam's apple
and moving to the area below by left earlobe.  I could feel the rough
stubble on his chin as his face moved, giving me more chills.  He
moved down to my nipple and started to suck it.  It was the first time
I'd ever had anyone touch it but me and it tickled like crazy.  I
squirmed and laughed but he was relentless and sucked it hard.  Soon,
the ticklish feeling turned to outright pleasure and I relaxed.  I
stroked the top of his head and enjoyed the feeling of his nearly
smooth head.  The bits of hair that had grown out since the last shave
were baby soft instead of rough like chin.  Dad moved his face into my
armpit and nuzzled it while sniffing deeply.

"You smell good Dave."

I started squirming again while he pulled up my arm and started
licking out my pit.  I had never thought of doing that.  Dad looked up
suddenly and made eye contact with me, smiled, and went back to
licking me all over.  He licked my belly, legs, skipped my cock area,
and went to my feet.

"Now I can return the favor."

Dad started to rub my feet like I'd done for him.  It felt incredible,
ticklish too, but his strong mechanic hands worked them over good.
Then he made me flinch by taking all five toes into his mouth at one
time and sucking them good.  I noticed my cock was rock hard and
dripping pre-cum everywhere.

"Nice dick, Dave" He mumbled while sucking my toes.

"Thanks dad, yours is awesome."

Dad's uncut dick looked much larger than mine in width, but about the
same length.   We'd been naked together for almost half an hour and no
one had touched the others cock yet.  Dad surprised me and flipped me
on my stomach.  I enjoyed his closeness again as he lay on top of me,
his dick pressing down into my crack.  He kissed the back of my neck
again sending electrical shocks down to my cock.  After licking my
neck all over, his tongue down slid down my spine stopping as the
tailbone.   I had seen rimming on my internet porn, but I didn't think
dad was going to do it until I felt his mouth and whiskers move down
to my butthole and start lapping.

"Mmmmmm." He moaned and sniffed deeply, his nose against by anus.

"OH fuck dad."

"You like me licking your ass?"

"Yeah," I mumbled, "don't stop!"

He started licking it again like it was a candy sucker for a couple of
minutes but then eventually put his entire mouth on it and sucked
deep.  I felt his tongue start to make its way in there.  I'd fingered
my ass while I jacked off, but it's never the same as someone else
stimulating you.  Dad ate my hole with a voracious appetite.  As much
as I was enjoying being serviced, I really needed to get to dad's
cock.  I pushed against him to let him know I needed to move.

"Lay on you back, dad."

He rolled over and I squatted my ass on his handsome face in a
sixty-nine position.  Then I moved down to suck a dick for the first
time.  As he kept tongue fucking me, I placed the head of his penis in
my mouth, rolling the foreskin all the way with my lips.  I'd read
online about sucking dick and that I should cover my teeth with my
lips, but keeping from nicking his dick with my teeth was hard, it was
so fat.  I persevered and before I knew it, I had that damn thin two
thirds of the way into my mouth.

"Oh man, that feels so good...it's been a while."

I wondered who had sucked dad's dick last.  He definitely knew his way
around the male body and knew what buttons to push.  He had started
sucking my balls while I began blowing him.  I have low hangers and he
sucked them into his mouth with no effort.  I felt I could cum with
the slightest touch, so I tried to keep my orgasm at bay.  In
instinctively began bobbing my head up and suck with a good suction
and dad was moaning like crazy.

"Fuck Dave, that feels great."

I kept on sucking until I got it all into my mouth despite my jaw
aching and the urge to gag.  Now and then, I paused to breath.  Dad
had gone back to sucking my ass hard and forcing his tongue inside
again. I felt dad tensing up.  Suddenly, he pulled my cock backwards
and popped it into his mouth.  He started fucking my mouth the
combination of that and my dick in his mouth made me start to shoot my
biggest sperm load today in his mouth.  Simultaneously, dad started
shooting cum into my mouth making me choke.  I tried my best to keep
on sucking him anyway until I sensed his orgasm was over.  I rolled
over in exhaustion with dad's cum leaking down my chin.  He moved over
to my face and started kissing me slow and passionately.  We were
exchanging each others cum before it was totally swallowed down our
throats.  Once done, he moved down and licked his cum from my chin.

That last hour had blown my mind.  Once we settled down and I came
back down to reality.  I could hardly talk I was so giddy.

"You ok bud?"

"You don't know how bad I wanted for so long dad."

"Well, I think I was starting to get a clue, son.  The more you keep
showing off, I got the hint.  I've actually been hot for you ever
since I started finding your cum rags or socks in your laundry.  I
really felt guilty about it.  But you're a man now, and I let you make
the first move.  Are you okay with all this?

"Dad, I have had a crush on you since Marty died."

I opened up and told dad the whole story of me and Marty.  He listened
sympathetically as I recalled the story.  He was the first person I
had ever told about it.  After I was done telling him all about it, he
pulled me to him and I lay there with my head on his shoulder, him
spooning me.  My dick started to awaken after I was realizing that I
was in bed naked with my sexy dad again.

"Dad, you're a good lover, I can't believe this is your first time with a man."

He let a low, hoarse laugh.

"No Dave, that was the problem with your mom and I.  When I was a teen
like you, I was turned on by men too, but you know how your
grandparents are, plus I ran with a crowd of tough guys that were
quite homophobic.  I had sex with one of my buddy's dads first.  No,
it wasn't like he stole my youth or damaged me.  I was at my pal's
house to pick him up to go shoot some baskets and he was late getting
home. His dad told me to wait inside.  Then he got a call saying that
Ricky's tire went flat and he was going to have to fix it.  I thought
his dad was going to go help him but he said that Ricky told him no
need to drive out.  I was already aware of my attraction to guys then
at fifteen.  His dad had answered the door in a towel.  I had been
over there and seen his dad in a towel many times, but it was
innocent.  It was just the two guys living there, his parents
divorced.  We'd never been alone, but I sensed his dad had watched me
watching him.

The next thing I new, he was asking me outright if he could suck my
dick and I let him.  From then on, I would stop by there when his dad
was alone and get great blowjobs.  At the same time, I was dating some
girls but had done nothing more than kissing and playing with their
tits.  While I loved sucking on nice tits, I really wasn't attracted
to them as a straight man, but as a curious bisexual.  I kept on doing
so through high school until I met your mother.

When your mom and I were dating, I told her about my "bi" side and it
seemed to turn her on more.  We grew really close and it seemed like I
was thinking less about men.  I wasn't attracted to women, but I loved
your mom and truly enjoyed sex with her.  She really gave good head by
the way...I see you're blushing!  I thought that if Ricky's dad could
dig men and be married, surely I could get married but not have sex
with any dudes.  As the years went by, I was totally loyal to your
mom.  Overtime, I began to get less and less into the straight sex
with her and she noticed.  She outright asked me if I wanted a man
instead.  I told her I didn't know.  She gave me time to think things
through and I eventually told her that I was only attracted to men
really.  She was badass and accepted it with no malice.  That's why
your mom and I are still good friends.

Since we've been divorced, I've gone to a couple of gay bars, but felt
uncomfortable.  I had sex a few times but it was empty and
meaningless.  Not like with me and you, son."

My mind was going crazy trying to fathom all the information my dad
had just flung at me.  My dad was gay??  Wow.

To be continued...

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