Date: Mon, 11 Jul 2011 19:33:34 -0700 (PDT) From: Luke Hairyson Subject: My Dad's Hands--Ch.04 Standard disclaimers apply to this story. All rights reserved by the Author. All events that happen are completely consensual between people involved in the story. If you are not of legal age, reside in an area where viewing such material is illegal, or are offended by homosexuality and/or homosexual themes, leave this site now. The Author retains all rights to this story. No reproductions or links to other sites are allowed without the permission of the author. My Dad's Hands--Ch.04 Dad doesn't move a muscle, his eyes still locked on mine after my pronouncement. The words hang in the air, "Dad, I need you to fuck me." My whisper crawls up the skin of his neck, leaving goosebumps in its wake, before slipping over his soft earlobe, down into the ear canal, where my words are transformed into electric signals that make his pulse pound even harder, his pupils dilate with lust, and his cock twitch and drip more precum. He doesn't say anything, just looks at me, his eyes conveying everything. He doesn't break our gaze as his left hand slides down beside my own, currently buried in between the mounds of my ass. His finger begins to circle around my finger, which is pumping slowly in and out of my tight whorl, and I gasp as his large finger slips in to me, alongside my own. I remove my hand, allowing him to take control, and I relax into him, as he slides his right arm underneath my neck, cradling me as his finger slowly presses in and pulls out of my virgin ass. He slowly removes the finger, bringing it to his mouth and sliding it between his lips, showing me how much of his finger was just inside the most vulnerable place on my body. Knowing that he's tasting the remains of my load, his precum, the sweat that is dripping down my crack, and the earthiness of my hole on his finger makes my recently spent cock twitch and bounce against my treasure trail. He moistens his finger and replaces it, pushing it back into my hole, sliding in easier now, covered with his spit. It feels so good as he picks up the pace, and my eyes close and my head tucks into his shoulder and neck as I moan against his body. He has held me like this many times, when I was sick, or had a nightmare, or was crying from the loss of a pet. He comforted me then, holding me, rubbing my back, making me know that somehow, someway, everything would be all right. Now, as I nuzzle into his muscular neck, and I feel his face press against the side of my head, I know that not only will everything be all right, everything is going to be amazing. He nuzzles his stubbled jaw against my ear and slides a second finger in my hole. The renewed tightness at the presence of two fingers makes me clench in pain, and he leaves them in my hole, making a scissor-kick motion inside my tight tunnel, slowly loosening my spasming muscles. He rubs my shoulder and kisses my ear, and then he continues kissing down my jaw line. I turn my head towards him, and he looks at me, our faces so close that our eyes almost can't focus, but I lose myself in his blue eyes as I feel his warm, spicy breath escaping into my own mouth. He begins to finger me harder, watching my face for any sign of discomfort, but I have relaxed now, and I simply gasp in pleasure. He looks at me with such emotion in his eyes, and he speaks, the room having only been filled with the sound of my moans and the slick squishing of his fingers in my hole since my begging to be fucked. I am surprised that his eyes are watery, as I have only seen my father cry once in my entire life, and the shock of seeing such love and desire in his eyes nearly confuses me, but then he speaks. "Luke, I will never fuck you," he whispers quietly, his voice quavering, and I tense up and start to pull back from him, wondering what the hell he means, but he doesn't allow me to escape his warm embrace. He holds me even closer to his body, and his two fingers are all the way inside me making waving motions against my prostate. His lips flutter against my own as he speaks, our breath comingling, "Luke, we will make love. I will never fuck you. Fucking is for one night stands, it's cheap. You and I will make love, because you're my son." He paused to kiss me and then pulled his head back, still holding my shoulder and cradling me against him, his other hand still tickling my relaxing canal. "I have loved you since the day you were born, and the years only made that love grow. I never thought we'd ever consummate that love, because that complicates things, but I don't care. I know you want this, and I do to. I have never felt like this before with anyone, and I am willing to throw everything I know out the window." The words of my father, who was only prone to emotional revelation on major occasions, sent waves of so many emotions through my 21 year old body that I can't describe the experience. It was more powerful and intense than the waves running through my body ten minutes ago as he jerked me off to a screaming climax. This was an emotional intensity I had never known before, and as he leaned in and kissed my forehead, I began to cry. "I love you so much," I whispered, as the tears rolled down my face. I felt like such an idiot crying and getting woozy while my father's naked body pressed against mine, his fingers inside of me. I was supposed to be virile and masculine, an aggressor and sexual beast, but here I lay with tears making swift tracks down into the stubble of my face. "I love you more than you can know," my father replied and began to kiss away my tears. "You okay?" he asked, the concern evident in his voice, his hand pausing its slow stroking of my hole. "Sorry...I'm better than okay," I smiled at him. "It's just a lot to process, you know, all these years, and finally..." I trailed off, just looking at him. "Now about that making love part, you mentioned," I said, trying to sound sexy and husky as I wiggled my eyebrows, which made both of us laugh. "About that..." Dad said, and he renewed his fingering with a fervor as he repositioned himself, sliding his arm out from under me, the hairs on his forearm teasing every inch of skin they brushed across. He licked from the base of my throat to the tip of my chin, the top of his head shifting upward to reveal his tongue slide back into his smiling mouth. "Fuck, you taste good, Luke," he growled. With that said, he began his slow descent down my torso, teasing my nipples again, his teeth grazing over the end of my little nubs, his tongue lapping at thick golden patch of hair convened between my pecs, which flexed and convulsed under his ministrations. He laughed against my skin, the sound of his uncontained joy ringing out against the blocks of my abdomen, and his tongue traced every crevasse of muscle and skin, till he dipped into my belly button. I looked down, seeing his brown hair, slightly intermixed with silvery white hairs, and watched his darkly stubbled face press against my stomach as his nose dips into my belly button and he breathes deeply, the muscles in his back expanding erotically. I reach down and caress his head, running my fingers through his hair, and I push him down a little bit. "Eager, are we?" He looks up and smiles wickedly at me, knowing how much the teasing drives me insane. I simply groan in reply and bite my bottom lip, begging him with my green eyes. "Fuck, you look hot when you bite your lip like that," dad exclaims lustily. "You do the same thing, stud," I reply, and my father smiles at me calling him stud. He kisses my treasure trail, and I shiver at the feel of his pouty lips grazing across the hair below my belly button. "Stud, huh?" he questions, as if asking my pubic hair what it thinks while my throbbing cock grazes against his jaw. "Oh, please, you know how many men and women check you out all the time? You're a fuckin' babe, dad," I respond between involuntary gasps as his fingers tease my hole. "A fucking babe who has his face buried against my crotch," I smile. "Well, you're not too shabby yourself, Luke. Those sessions at the college gym really paid off, buddy." I love that he can compliment me like that, with such sincerity, as his tongue laps against my balls and his spit drips down onto his fingers still slowly pressing in and out. His right hand runs down my torso as he removes his left hand from my ass. Both hands settle at the middle of the backs of my thighs, and I can't believe what's happening until after it has. Dad pushed back on my legs, exposing my ass to him, my winking rosebud still twitching from his fingers, and I watch as long as I can, until my eyes close and my head is thrown back against the pillow, unable to control myself as moans escape me from deeper than ever before. The image plays in slow motion against the backs of my eyelids, my father's handsome face, his eyes looking squarely at my tight hole, his tongue slides out and coats his lips in spit before his shoulder muscles shift and his face disappears into my ass. The top of his head was all I could see before I felt his silky tongue swirling around my hole, before plunging into it. And that's all I can focus on now, my entire body and nervous system exists at the juncture of my asshole and his tongue. Nothing matters, not my lips, not my cock, just my hole and how incredible it feels to have my father's tongue sliding and slithering in and out and around it. My abs are convulsing and spasm like crazy, trying to push my ass further against my father's face, his stubble teasing my cheeks, his lips circled around my hole, as his tongue thrusts further and further inside. I can't breathe anymore as I gasp for air, in such euphoric ecstasy that I don't even realize that I am groaning and practically growling in the back of my throat, my body taken to an animalistic pleasure state by the consistent and insuppressible actions of my father's tongue. I finally breathe again, gasping, and short of air, as my father leans back, his head popping up from my ass as my legs collapse on his shoulders. "Fuck, Luke, you taste like apricots," he growls, as he wipes his face off on the back of his right hand, the spit and my ass-sweat like a sheen of mist sparkling in his stubble. I am lost in ecstasy, but my brain slowly registers a what the fuck? face. My dumbfounded thought resounds inside my brain. His tongue was just driving me to the brink of totally neural overload and he says I taste like apricots. Seeing my bewilderment and the heights to which he hadn't even known he was taking me, himself lost in the taste of his son's delicious hole, he responds, "Your ass tastes like dried apricots, it's fucking amazing, earthy and sweet and a little pungent, and I can't get enough of it." He smiles goofily before plunging back into my ass and sending my head thrusting and slamming against the pillow with orgasmic delight. My knuckles hurt from gripping the sheets so hard at the assault of his tongue, and my diaphragm seems like it's about to give up it's consistent job as my lungs burn from moaning and groaning and gasping. "Dad, DAD!!!" I manage to gasp, as he continued to devour my hole. He looks up, seeing my exhausted face, and I give him a little "time-out" signal with my hands. He rubs his hands up and down my torso, trying to relax my muscles as he smiles sheepishly. "Got a little carried away..." he laughs, "you just taste so fucking good. Sorry." I give him a little thumbs up as my head drops back onto the pillow, his lips returning to my treasure trail, his kisses climbing up my body. His torso slides on top of mine, our hairy chests and abdomens grinding against each other, and my legs slide down and come to rest against his thighs. I wrap them around him, my ankles interlocking, and my heels dangling just above his ass, as he kisses and licks the sweat that has appeared at the base of my neck thanks to his onslaught. His hands find mine, and our fingers intertwine, and he pushes my hands above my head, sliding against the mattress. Our biceps press against each other, his body pressing against mine, and our armpits are fully exposed. Our scents, similar and yet still distinctly our own, mingle, the pheromones from each of us must be enough to knock out a bull, and we both breathe deeply, almost instinctually, and we feel the energy of our desire in the scent of our fresh sweat. His face comes into view, as his hard cock slides against my sweat and spit soaked ass, the warm, bulbous head of his cock presses down against my hole before sliding further, and he leans in and kisses me gently. "You okay?" he asks. "Never been better, Dad," I respond. I manage to slip my hands free of his and allow them to roam down his muscular back until I reach the furry mounds of his delicious ass. I pull him closer into me with my legs that are still wrapped around him, and the push his hips back with my hands, beginning a thrusting motion, sliding his eight inch cock against my ass. He gets the hint and begins to take over, sliding slowly and steadily back and forth while our tongues intertwine and lap and play with each other. I can taste a hint of myself on his mouth, and it makes my cock twitch against his stomach. "Nightstand drawer," I whisper to him, and feel his body shift above mine as his right arm reaches for the drawer. His cock presses harder into my crack and his weight feels so damn good on top of me, as I hold him up while he reaches. "What's this?" he asks, and I know what he has found already: the dildo that I got at the sex toy fair at college, the dildo that I've been pretending was his cock as I fucked myself with it, moaning "Oh, Dad..." as I stroked it in and out of my tight hole, pounded myself as I came, shooting all over my face and chest. "Oh, you know," I mumble, with his pec pressed against my face. I lick his nipple, and his body contracts. "Well you won't need that anymore, Luke," he says, rather cockily, and I shudder in delight, knowing that I will be able to scream "Oh, Dad!" in orgasm while he actually fucks me. He continues to rummage in the draw until he finds the lube. Leaning back onto his knees, I drink in the sight of his muscular and dark-furred torso rising above my own, my cock twitching against my abs as his eight incher bobs in a delightfully menacing manner above my balls. "Here," I say, as I grab the lube from his hand and squirt some onto my palm. I haven't even touched his cock yet, and I savor the weighty feeling of it in my hand as my fist slides over it for the first time. I'm surprised by the heat of it, hotter than my own cock ever feels, and my ass twitches in anticipation of being spread by such a hot piece of meat. I slick his cock up and slide my hand against my ass, giving a bit more lube to my already wet hole. I drop the tube of lube beside the pillow as our hands come back together. "You're sure about this?" my dad asks. As a response I just look at him like he's an imbecile, and then I respond, "Does a bear shit in the woods?" Using one of his oft-quoted phrases against him. He chuckles, and then takes one hand and places his large cock at my opening. His head feels huge against my hole, and I shiver. My dildo isn't anywhere near his size, but I know that I can take it and that he'll feel more amazing than I can ever imagine. But, this is my first time, and I am a bit nervous. He rubs his other hand against my stomach, just below my belly-button. "Just relax," he coos. "And if you want me to stop, or it hurts too much, or whatever, just say it." He looks into my eyes, with the warmth and caring that he revealed before when he told me he would make love to me. I reach down and grab his hip, pulling him closer, pressing his cock harder against my opening. I push down with my ass, taking a deep breath, as his cockhead goes in with an audible pop. He doesn't move, continuing to rub my stomach with his hand, and his eyes flash back and forth between the shaft of his cock disappearing into my obscenely tight hole and my green eyes. He allows me to adjust to the width of his cock, the head of it radiating heat into my hole. As our eyes lock again, I bite my bottom lip and give a little nod of my head, and he presses his huge cock further inside me, slowly, ever-so-slowly, sinking deeper and deeper inside of me. His width is the newest feeling, the girth of his cock spreading my hole like never before, and I try to breathe and push down on it. It continues to sink in, and I can almost count the veins on his cock, feeling every line and ridge of his manhood as my ass walls tighten down on his invading member. He pushes further, his cockhead sliding against my prostate and I gasp in simultaneous pain and ecstasy as my prostate sends pleasure signals but my ass clamps down on his huge cock. He pauses and looks at me, slightly worried, and his mouth opens as if to say something, but I don't let him because I pull him the last two inches inside of me by flexing my legs wrapped around his waist. It's his turn to gasp as his balls rest against my furry ass, the entire eight inches of his thick cock engulfed in the heat of my tight, no longer virgin, jock hole. I love watching the muscles in his neck ripple while his head is thrown back, our gaze finally broken because of his ecstatic pleasure. We both throw our heads back a lot, I muse, thinking how much we're alike. When he's regained composure and his gaze returns mine, his face is scrunched in concentration. "I'm not going to last long, Luke. It's too much, feeling your ass around my cock, seeing you beneath me, the furry, tanned body of..." he pauses, his eyes closing, and he stops breathing for a second as I feel his cock twitch inside my hole. "The hot jock body of my son beneath me, it's just...I..." He stumbles over his words, and I reach up and pull him down on top of me, his generous length still inside my tight hole. "This is just the practice run, dad," I smile as I push a sweaty lock of hair off his forehead. I strain my neck upward to kiss him, and he returns my kiss deeply as he begins to thrust in and out of my hole, slowly, probably making about ten thrusts in and out before I could feel his entire back tense beneath my hands. With his sweet sweat dripping down on to me, with the heat of his entire body and of his cock driving me wild, I grip down on his last exit stroke and relax completely on his final inward thrust. I feel the head of his cock grow even larger inside my tight hole and his balls pull up, the skin of his sack brushing against the hair on my ass, and his entire body tenses. His head pulls back, and I kiss the raging muscles of his neck, licking the fur at the top of the mounds of his pecs as he begins to shoot inside me. "Luke," he manages to moan on an outward gasp as his cock fires spurt after spurt inside my ass. I kiss and lick his neck feverishly, as I milk his cock with my ass, gripping and relaxing the muscles, trying to make him feel the best he's ever felt. I pull him into a tight embrace as his muscles begin to relax, running my hand up and down the valley of his spine, dipping into the curve at the small of his back before caressing over the mounds of his ass and then returning upward. My other hand nuzzles into his neck, my fingers playing with the hair and running along the skin right behind his ear, the spot that I love to have touched, the spot that sends tingles all up my scalp and down my spine. His cock stays hard as it dribbles out the last of his load inside my still spasming hole, and his body fully relaxes, sliding down on top of my, his face nuzzled into the crook of my neck. "I love you, Luke," he whispers quietly. "I love you too, Dad," I reply, as I turn my face to nuzzle his and lightly kiss him above his left temple. Hey studs, I hope the anticipation was worth the wait. As usual, I'd love to hear your comments, ideas, and suggestions, and thanks to all of those who have written and encouraged me to continue. You guys rock. Happy reading, ~Luke ;-)