Date: Thu, 27 Oct 2011 12:39:22 -0700 (PDT) From: Ed Patrina Subject: Friday Night With Dad: Part 1 (incest section) Friday Night With Dad Part One Written by Ed Patrina All usual disclaimers apply. Do not read this if you are underage, if it is illegal where you live, or if you don't wish to read a graphic erotic story about father/son sex. This story is property of the author, Copyright 2011, all rights reserved. All depictions of sex in this story involve consenting adults above the age of 18. This story is fiction. This is my first attempt. For comments/questions, please contact the author at: edpatrina@yahoo.com On a typical Friday night, my best friend Joe and I would meet up at my house and pretty much spend the weekend smoking weed, drinking beer, and fooling around. I was 18 and lived alone with my Dad. My mom died when I was 10, so it had been just me and him for a long while. We always ended up at my house because my room was more like a small apartment. I had my own bedroom, TV room, bathroom, refrigerator... the whole nine yards. Also, my dad didn't care that we smoked weed or drank, just as long as nobody drove. In fact, he would join us for a joint or a couple of beers every now and then. My dad was only 37 years old and he was a very good looking dude. He wasn't muscular, but I can't say he had any fat on him, either. His hair was still jet black, like mine, and his whole body was covered with fur, unlike me: I've always been pretty smooth. Dad was never shy around the house and I saw him naked quite often. I didn't think he realized I was gay or that I was checking him out, but I would stare at that big, thick cut cock hanging down from a nice dark bush every chance I got. Well, here I was, 7 o'clock on a Friday night, and Joe had just called to tell me he was going to spend the weekend with some cooze he met at college instead of getting buzzed and swapping blowjobs with his best buddy. I was pretty pissed off, but didn't try to let him know it. After I hung up the phone, I set about rolling a joint and I heard a knock on my bedroom door, which immediately opened. It was Dad. He had just gotten home from work and he always liked to check in with me and see if everything was alright. "How's it going, Matt?" he said, standing in the doorway. "You and Joey gonna be hanging out down here all weekend again?" I kept right on concentrating on rolling my spliff and replied, "No, he's got better things to do. Some chick. I'm flying solo this weekend." "Well, let me get showered, and I'll order us some pizza and how about you and your old man tie one on?" "Sounds good to me, Dad!" He smiled, turned and walked away, calling over his shoulder, "Don't smoke that thing without me! And don't worry about beer; I bought a couple cases on the way home." Most guys my age would think it was pathetic to spend Friday night with their parent, but I genuinely liked being around my old man. He was funny; he didn't act like an uptight dick like some of the other dads I knew. He could relax and have a good time. I could do everything with Dad that I did with Joe, except... well, the fooling around stuff. Joe knows I'm gay, and he is pretty much straight, but every now and then we jerk each other off or blow each other. It's not that I like him in that way, but we live out in God's country and the pickings are slim out here, to say the least. I was lying back on the couch, flipping through TV channels when my door opened again and in came Dad swinging a case of beer from the end of his arm. "I ordered us some pizza and wings. Should be here soon," he said. He opened the refrigerator and began to put away the beer. "Want one?" "Yeah, pops, hit me," I said, and he tossed me one over his shoulder without looking. I caught it easily, popped the tab and took a big deep swig. After he finished putting away the beer, he came over and sat on the opposite end of the couch and stretched out. I couldn't help but look at him. He was shirtless and barefoot, wearing only a pair of thin shorts. His hair was still damp from the shower. He put his arm behind his head and I got a good look at his hairy armpit. Body hair has always been a big turn on for me. His hairy legs were well sculpted and I have to admit Dad also had beautiful feet. I had to quit staring at him before he realized something was up. And something was up. Looking at my hot father had caused me to sprout a huge hard on. We smoked a joint and watched TV until the pizza came. By then we both had a bad case of the munchies and destroyed all the pizza and wings. After we ate, we got heavy into the beer and I rolled another joint. We were watching some movie where the leading lady walked around naked half the time and I noticed Dad kept adjusting the growing lump in his shorts. "Damn, son, she is hot. Look at those tits," Dad said to me. He turned to me with a kind of wicked smile and continued, "But I have feeling that she doesn't have the right equipment to get you turned on." My heart was pounding in my chest, panic was close, "w-w-what do you mean?" "Come on, Matt. You don't think I know what you and Joey spend a good amount of time doing down here? Hell, last weekend I knocked on the door and didn't get an answer so I opened up and saw you down on your knees sucking his dick. And doing a helluva job, judging from the look on his face!" I was awestruck. Not only did my dad know I was gay but he had seen me in action. I was feeling horrified and embarrassed, but Dad slid down to my end of the couch and put his arm around my shoulders, "Matt, don't be upset. I only told you that I know because I want us to be able to be open with each other. You're a man now and I don't want you to feel like you have to keep any secrets from me, okay?" I hugged Dad full on, so happy that he wasn't mad or ashamed of me. Hugging him was great, feeling his hairy, naked torso against me, and hearing his heartbeat through his chest. He was rubbing my neck and shoulders and we sat there in a long embrace, a nice father and son moment. But, then he did something that changed everything for the both of us. The hand that was rubbing my shoulders crept around and began rubbing my chest. Dad started rubbing my nipples through my shirt until they became hard. His hand continued its journey down, rubbing my stomach. Soon, he lifted my shirt a little bit, pushed me back on the couch began twirling his fingers around my happy trail. "Dad, what are you doing?" I managed to blurt out. I was so fucking turned on, I'd dreamed of this for years, but I still couldn't believe my eyes. "Matt, I've seen you watching me around the house. You think I don't notice you looking at my chest or bare feet or cock when I'm walking around naked. Truth is, I've been sneaking looks at you, too. When I saw you blowing joey, I had to run upstairs and jerk off, wishing it was my dick you had your mouth on." Dad kept rubbing me through all this, up and down my stomach, each down stroke coming closer to the growing tent in my pants. I could feel the side of his hand graze the head of my dick and I felt myself leaking precum, getting the inside of my underwear sticky and wet. I looked over at Dad's crotch and there was no mistaking the huge hard on he had. I could see it clearly through his shorts, the outline of his beautiful uncut head, the veins spiraling up and down his shaft. "Oh, Dad, I..." I found myself unable to speak. Dad withdrew his hand from my lap and sat up. "I'm sorry, Matt, I thought this was what you wanted." I had to ask, "Dad, are you gay?" He chuckled, a lovely, throaty sound, "I used to play around with buddies just like you and Joey do, but I haven't been turned on by a man in a long time. And you have become such a beautiful young man. But, we don't have to do anything if you don't want to. I don't want things to be weird with us." I DID want this, so bad. I had dreamed of this, of Dad naked in bed with me, making love to me. I gave him the go ahead by leaning in close and kissing him softly on the mouth. The kiss was small, soft, and closed mouthed. I went in again and this time I found my tongue poking into Dad's moth just a little. I was encouraged when I felt his tongue prod back, rubbing against mine, his lips on my lips. The feel of his stubble against my face was amazing. While we were kissing, I started rubbing my hand through the hair all over his chest. He gave a small moan as my fingers found his nipple, and began rubbing it, softly squeezing. I pushed Dad back on the couch and removed my own shirt. I lay on top of him as we kissed deeply and passionately, our chests rubbing together, our bulges grinding. Dad's cock was fully erect now, as was mine, and I could feel it poking into my lower stomach muscles. I moved down a bit on him, kissing his neck and nibbling his earlobes softly, teasing a bit as I went. Down further still, licking and biting each nipple, burying my face into his chest hair, loving the soft feel of it against my smooth skin. Down again, and I was at his bellybutton, tonguing it, making his happy trail all wet. I could feel his cock hard against my collarbone. I slid down onto the floor and spread his legs and knelt between them. His cock was straining against the thin material of his shorts, but I didn't want to free him just yet. I kissed gently all around Dad's cock and huge nuts, rubbing my face against them through the fabric, but never fully touching them with my tongue. I licked my way down his thighs, and raised my eyes to see Dad leaned back, eyes closed, breath coming in hitches. He was in ecstasy and it made me so fucking hot knowing that I was the one who did this to him. I started making my way back up his thigh towards his crotch. Pushing my face against his shorts, I inhaled deep, loving the smell of his manhood. I opened my mouth and started nibbling at my dad's cock. Very soft nibbles and small licks, up and down the shaft, and on each of his balls. I think I tortured him enough, so I started to pull down on his shorts. He helped me by rising up a little so I could slide them off easily. Dad's big dick was finally naked, hard and right in front of my face. I grabbed it and gently squeezed with my hand, pumping up and down a few times. It was swollen, throbbing, and the head was a deep purple color, leaking clear precum in a steady stream. Leaning in close, I dabbed my tongue right onto his piss slit, and pulled away, trailing a string of precum that connected his dick to my tongue. Joey's ooze never tasted this good! It was sweet and musky all at the same time. I bent down and slowly took the head of Dad's cock in my mouth, sucking and flicking my tongue against the underside of his sensitive glans. I felt his whole body shudder and a louder moan than before escaped his lips, Encouraged, I went in for more, taking in as much of Dad as I could. It took me a couple of tries but I finally managed to get him down to the base. My nose was buried in his bush and his scent was making me crazy. I was aware that my own cock was throbbing and leaking and would need taking care of shortly, but all I could think about was making my Dad come. I wanted to taste it, to drink it all down. His hips were moving up and down, he started fucking my mouth gently. His breathing was becoming rapid and his whole body seemed flushed and tense. His ropy muscles were taut cords all over his body, and his sack was tightening up, so I knew he was close to coming. I sped up, bobbing up and down on his slick cock, using my hand to rub his balls. Just then he pulled me up off his dick. He was sweaty all over and breathing very hard. "What's the matter, Dad? Wasn't that good?" "Oh, it was great, baby, you had me about to shoot, and I don't want to do that yet. I want to take care of you first!" He pulled me to my feet, turned me around and sat me down on the couch. "Let's get the rest of those clothes off you." I was already shirtless and barefoot, so he went to work loosening my belt to take off my pants. As he made me naked, he looked into my eyes and asked, "Matt, are you still a virgin?" "Well, it depends on what you mean exactly, Dad?" "I mean have you fucked anybody or been fucked?" Joey and I had never done anything more than blowjobs and I told him so. Then I said, "But you can fuck me if you want to, Dad. I would love for yours to be the first cock in me." Dad smiled and finished pulling off my pants. He started rubbing my feet and calves, working his way up. My cock wasn't quite as big as Dad's, but it was close, and it was standing up, swaying back and forth as if in a breeze. My vision was full of my cock and Dad's face right behind it. I was in heaven! "Son, I think I may have to fuck you tonight. Is that OK?" "Hell, yeah, Dad! I want you to fuck me." He bent down over my lap and started kissing and licking my dick. He looked up at me and smiled, `But I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel. Then I'll fuck you. And then you can put this big teenage prick in me!" I never thought my dad would be the first ass I ever fucked and I was thrilled at the idea. Dad wasted no time attacking my cock, sliding his warm mouth up and down on it. He alternated his speed so he'd go fast for a while, then switch to nice, long strokes, sucking harder as he got up to the head. While he was feasting on my cock, he pushed me back and pulled me forward, so my hips were kind of hanging over the edge of the couch. He took his mouth off me for a moment and began sucking on his fingers. Suddenly I felt his wet finger tickling my hole. Now, I had played with ass before while I was jacking off, but I never had anybody else do it and the sensation was 1000 times more pleasurable. He resumed gobbling me up and started pushing his finger slowly into my ass. It felt so good, I felt myself pushing back, wanting more of Dad's finger inside me. Coming up for a breath, Dad said, "Your ass is so tight, Matt, but you seem so ready for your Dad's cock up there." "I am ready, Dad." "Well, we're gonna have to do one more thing before you're quite ready. Pull your legs back toward your chest and relax." I did as I was told. It felt a little strange, being in such a vulnerable position with my asshole hanging out to the world, but I trusted my dad. I felt him remove his finger from my ass, and immediately I felt hot, moist air blowing right onto my boy pussy. I never felt this before and it was wild! Dad started licking all around my ass, rubbing his stubbled chin on my taint, licking from my balls down to my ass. He was teasing me with his tongue and I just wanted to scream, "Fucking lick my ass already!". That's when Dad dove in. His tongue was making circular patterns on my sensitive ring, then he started to use his tongue to poke in my hole just a little bit. I was losing control, the sensation was too much! He kept going in deeper with his tongue. Finally, he had both hands really spreading my ass wide and was thrusting his tongue in deep as it would go. I was moaning loudly, feeling like I was about to cum without even touching my prick! Dad had really got both us horned up. I was nervous about being fucked for the first time, but Dad's tongue got me more than eager. "Dad," I gasped, "fuck me now, please!" He stopped what he was doing, "Yeah, I think you're ready. Hold on, I've gotta go grab something." Dad left my room and was back in a flash. He was carrying a small bottle of lube and a condom. He started to tear open the foil package, and I said, "No, Dad. I want to feel your bare dick in me. We don't need a condom." "Matt, are you sure? We should really use one of these." I shook my head, "I want you in me and I want you come in my ass, Dad! Come on and fuck me, already!" He smiled, "Oh, you'll get it, boy!" He started lubing up his cock and poured some lube onto my ass, working it into my hole with is finger. "How do you want me to fuck you?", he asked. "Doggy style?" "Just like this, me on my back so I can look at you when you're in me." He crawled in between my legs, lifting my legs onto his shoulders. I loved seeing him above me, his sweaty hairy chest dripping down on me. He looked me right in the eye as I felt the head of his cock start to prod my hole, "Let me know if it hurts. We'll stop." I nodded, knowing I wouldn't ask him to stop. He pushed further in, and I felt my tunnel widen, felt his silky cock slide into me. It didn't hurt, exactly, but there was some discomfort that went away in a few seconds. We went like this for a few minutes, he'd advance more, then give me time to relax and adjust. Finally, he was all the way in. My boy puss was full of his big throbbing dick. "Like that?" he whispered as he leaned down to me, kissing me deep and slow. "I love it, Daddy," I was kind of surprised, I hadn't called him Daddy in years, but it just felt right. "Good, baby, `cause Daddy's gonna start fucking you now.". He pulled out halfway and thrust back in. I loved the feeling of him sliding in me. He started off slow, staring down at me, grunting as he pushed his dick all the way back in. As he increased his speed, we both started breathing deep and moaning. "Oh, Daddy, that feels so fucking good". "Baby, Daddy's not going to last too long. You're so tight and you got me so fucking hot!" Dad leaned down and cradled my upper body in his arms. He picked me up, still impaled on his dick and he slammed me against the wall. He started ramming me harder and harder and kissing me so intensely. I knew from his breathing that he was close. "Come in me, daddy. I want to feel you pump a load into me!" After a few more thrusts, Dad's face contorted and he began to cry out, "I'm coming! I'm coming!". I felt his cock swell in me and then I felt the warmth of his spunk spread out along my tunnel. He collapsed against me, both of us supported by the wall, repeating, "I love you!" over and over. He set me down on my feet and we embraced, our sweaty bodies slick against each other. I took his hand and led him over to the couch. I sat down and turned him facing away from me. "Bend over," I instructed. He complied, and I began to gently finger his hairy cunt, eliciting moans from him. I wanted to give him the same treatment he did to me, so I leaned forward and dove into his hole with my tongue. He tasted so good, not at all what I expected. It was a total man smell, musk, sweat. It was delicious. I spread his hole open with both hands and spit directly into it. I found the bottle of lube and spread it all over his hole and my cock. I turned dad around facing me and pulled him closer. " I want you to ride me.". He straddled me and reached behind him to guide my dick to his ass. He was tight and I didn't think I'd make it in until I felt his sphincter give way, letting me in a little, and he let out a sharp gasp. "You okay?" I asked him. Dad smiled down at me, "Yeah, the worst part's over". And with that, he sat down hard on the entire length of me. Dad took it like a champ. He wasted no time in bouncing up and down on my cock, doing all the work. As he rode me, I played with his nipples and grabbed at his waist, helping him impale himself repeatedly on my rod. He was so tight, I could feel his velvety pussy clinging to every inch of me. I glided in and out easily. He was driving me crazy by lifting himself almost all the way off my dick and shoving himself back down. We kept this up at a steady pace for a few minutes, but by then I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. "I'm gonna come!" I gasped. Dad kept riding me, "Give Daddy your load, baby! Come on!" I felt my orgasm start deep in the pit of my stomach and explode out throughout my whole body. I must have shot 8 or 9 spurts up into Dad. Sure enough, he kept riding me as I was shooting and as he lifted up, I could see my seed leaking out around my dick. I came so hard my whole body was shaking and my vision went black around the edges for a second. Dad slowed his pace, eventually coming to rest sitting on me, my dick still inside. We were out of breath, panting, and he collapsed onto me. We held each other and closed our eyes. Next thing I knew, I heard my bedroom door open. Dad and I both turned to see my best friend Joey standing there, staring at me and my naked father with a surprised look on his face... (I will continue this story if I get enough positive feedback!)