Date: Thu, 6 Sep 2012 12:26:18 -0400 From: Collin Cole Subject: Home for Dad part 2 Would love to hear your feedback, guys. Email me with your ideas for new stories and your fantasies! - Collin Home for Dad, Part Two I woke up on the couch, still naked, a little sore. The living room wasn't dark anymore, the sun had come up, and as my eyes adjusted to the light, I sat up, grabbed my shorts from the floor and pulled them on. My eye caught Dad's whisky bottle on the side table, no more than one swig left in it, and it all came clear to me. We'd had sex last night, me bent over the couch, Dad ramming his fat cock in me, Dad unloading his cum inside me with a yell so deep, so passionate. His hand on my lower back. His raspy voice saying, "Thank you." I adjusted my dick in my shorts, getting hard again just thinking about it. I'd spent so many years dreaming of being with my dad, so many nights jacking off furiously in the dark, imagining my father inside me, me serving him. It had happened, and I could still feel him on me, in me. I wondered where he was. I wondered what he was thinking. I'd never had even an inkling that my dad would ever do anything with another man, much less his own son, that last night had come as a complete surprise. It almost seemed unreal, how easy it was, how quickly he made me his, how effortlessly he took me and made me his boy. I got up and walked down the hall to my parents' bedroom. The door was open a bit, and I could see the light from his bedside lamp hitting the hardwood floor. I leaned to look, and there he was, sitting on the bed in jeans and a t-shirt, still, not moving. His shoulders slumped a bit, he looked a little like he did last night, broken, smaller than the confident man I knew and loved and fantasized about for years. "Hey," I said, pushing the door open and leaning on the doorframe. "Hey champ." My dad spoke softly and didn't look at me. "I fell asleep on the couch," I said. "Sorry." "You were tired, champ," he said. "And don't apologize for anything to me. Not ever." He turned and looked at me, and I could see that he'd been crying. "I'm the one who should be apologizing to you." I quickly moved into the room and stood in front of him. "No, dad. You don't have to apologize for anything. Last night -" "Last night was all my fault, son. I'm so sorry." "Dad..." "I took advantage of you and I was drunk and I wasn't in control of myself. Forgive me son, please. I have to know you forgive me." "Dad." I knelt down and put my hands on his knees. "You don't have to apologize. I wanted it. I liked it." He looked into my eyes. A little smile started to work up the corners of his mouth. "Your mom hadn't touched me in months," he said. "And I couldn't cheat on her, I loved her, so..." His voice trailed off and he took a deep breath. "No one has touched me like that in months, champ. No one until you." I squeezed his knee. "Did you enjoy it." He laughed a little. "Couldn't you tell, champ?" "Maybe a little." A smile broke out on my face. Then something clicked in me, like a lock opening, something shifted and I discovered something in me I didn't know was there. On my knees in front of my big hulk of a father, looking up at him like I did for years as a kid, I wanted, in that moment, to completely submit to him. I wanted him to be my Dad, in every sense, in all the ways that implies. I wanted to belong to him and dedicate myself to making him happy, the way my mom should have, the way she didn't, the way he deserved. "Dad, if you want, it doesn't have to be just one time." He and I locked eyes. I could tell he was fighting through emotions, feelings he hadn't been prepared for, desires he didn't know he could experience. "If you want, I'm yours. You don't need mom. You don't need someone else. I'll be your boy." I glanced down and say my dad's dick starting to strain his jeans. He did want this, even if his brain hadn't caught up to his body yet. "Son, this isn't right." "It's between the two of us. I want to be that for you." "But champ, that's now how a father and son should -" "Who cares how a father and son SHOULD act. This is you and me, dad. You and me. And I want to serve you. Dad, please let me serve you." I reached up and grabbed his growing cock in his jeans. He took a sharp intake of breath. Our eyes locked, and I watched as the struggle inside of him melted away and he accepted me as his submissive boy, his son, the one responsible to please him and serve him. I worked his buttons open and released the cock I'd worked with my mouth the night before. He hadn't showered yet, so I could smell dried cum and my own juices on his cock. It drove me wild. He was almost fully hard, precum collecting at the tip of his beautiful daddy cock. "Lie back, dad," I said. He did as he was told. I crawled up on the bed and snuggled up beside him. I wrapped a hand around his cock and squeezed it. "It's been too long since anyone's focused on your pleasure. That ends today." I started to jack him off, slowly, caressing every inch of his beautiful eight-inch cock, teasing the tip, working it down to the balls, slowly pleasing his cock. He was going to experience the pleasure of being edged, and we were gonna be here a while. "Oh god, son, this feels so good... you're making your dad feel so good..." "I know, dad. Just enjoy it. I'm here to serve you." I leaned down, spit on his dick, and worked my spit up and down his cock. He moaned and wrapped a hand around my shoulders, pulling me close. His body would tense and release under my control. As I'd speed up my motion, he'd breathe faster, quicker, and occasionally try to fuck my hand. I'd back off, making him stop, wanting to be the one in control of his pleasure. I'd look down and our eyes would meet, and my dad looked up and me, his face contorting in pleasure, and I'd smile. "I'm yours, dad," I said to him after I'd been working his now throbbing cock for almost twenty minutes. "I want you to see me as more than your son. I want you to see me as your property. Your belonging. I want to please you in any way I can, dad. For as long as you need me." "Yes son, I want that." "Good. Permission to make you to cum, sir?" "Oh God, son, yes. Yes, please made your daddy cum." He put his head back on the bed and I released his cock. On one quick move I was down at his crotch with my tongue running around his cockhead. I took him into my mouth and my dad let out a yelp of pleasure. He was on the verge, he was out of control, and he reached down, grabbed my head, held it in place and started facefucking me hard, like a man out of control. "Shit, boy, I have to cum... oh fuck I need to cum boy... make me cum.. make me cum!" And his fingers gripped my head tight, held me down and he force fed me a giant slug of cum, I could feel ropes of it hitting the back of my throat, wet, hot, thick, my dad's seed, the seed that he buried deep in my ass last night. He cried out, arched his back hard, shook with tremors of pleasure for several minutes. He never let my head leave his cock until I could feel it start to go soft. When he released me, I crawled back up next to him and put my head on his chest. He was breathing hard, his heart beat racing. He was spent, and sweaty. Because of me. Once again, I'd taken my dad to a place of pleasure he'd never experienced. And just as last night had whittled away a little of my independence and made me more of his submissive slave, I felt more and more like a possession of his. "Hey dad." "Yeah, champ?" He sounded completely spent. "What do you want your boy to do now?"