Date: Sun, 24 Jul 2011 21:38:17 -0700 (PDT) From: Luke Hairyson Subject: My Dad's Hands -- Ch.06 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.06 The phone rang, as I slowly ground my still hard cock against my father's meaty thigh. Dad made to get up from my bed, and I moaned in protest against his neck. I wanted to fuck him again, and I wanted to do it now. I moved to pin him against the bed, but he protested more, grabbing my arm and moving me forcefully off of him. "Luke, it might be your mother," he spewed, his voice frustrated and slightly angry. That statement cut my actions short and left me silent, as my dad jumped up and grabbed the phone off my desk. "Hi Honey...yeah...uh huh..." He started pacing back and forth, and I marveled again at his body. The way he moved was so intoxicating to me, and I could watch him all day long. My hand absentmindedly returned to my cock, still slick from fucking him ten minutes ago. "Yeah, sure...that's fine...no...I...well, yeah...no...I understand," Dad's voice was slightly tense. "Yeah, okay, we'll see you then. Take care. Yep, love you too," and with that, he tapped the talk button and put the phone back on my desk. Looking at me, looking at him, he asked, "Do you ever slow down, or is that thing perpetually hard?" "You don't even know how hard it was for me to keep this," and when I said `this' I wagged my cock at him, "in check around you. You tortured me without even knowing it. A hand on my shoulder, a clap on the back, little normal touches made me go wild." He approached me slowly, taking his time, his own cock throbbing to his heartbeat, slowly rising toward the ceiling. "Oh really," he said huskily, lowering his chin toward his chest and looking at me through those dark eye-lashes, giving me his best bedroom, fuck-me, eyes. His legs grazed mine, which were slung over the side of my bed, and his hands ran up and down my obliques. He moved them higher and I put my arms behind my head, happy to let him explore my body, and he moved his fingertips up into my armpits, teasing and almost tickling me, before sliding over my biceps and back down across my pecs. His face was a few feet away now, as he loomed over me, caressing me. "Who was on the phone?" I asked as his hands started to slide down my torso. "Your mother," he replied, and his head cocked to the side. His left hand teased the hair around my belly button, while his right hand continued down to encircle my shaft. His fingers wrapped around the top of my shaft, while his thumb slowly teased back and forth across the glans of my cock, his efforts sending shivers up and down my body. "And???" I asked, petulantly. He smiled devilishly, his head still cocked to the side, as he replied, "She's staying with your aunt. She won't be home until Tuesday at the earliest." I just looked at him, at my father, this amazing hunk who hovered over me, slowly teasing my cock. Then he leaned down further, his face hovering above mine, his stubble catching in my own as his lips tickled my earlobe and his breath sent tingles along my neck. "I think you know what that means," he whispered. And with that, he climbed up on the bed, his knees on either side of my torso, his balls lying softly against my treasure trail, my cock firmly planted against his warm crack. He reached back, and I admired the way his pec curved around as his arm muscles flexed. His hand gripped my shaft, and he positioned it at the entrance to his ass. "Fuck yeah," I smiled as I let him take control, knowing full well that he wanted to fool around for the entire weekend. The head of my cock slipped into his hole, which was still slick but had tightened up while we were cuddling and while he was on the phone. He gasped a bit as the head pushed up into him, his rosebud flexing around the girth as he sat further down on me. His eyes never left mine, until he was sitting all the way down on my cock. "Yeah, dad, ride your son's big cock," I growled as I ran my hands up and down his tense torso. "Luke, you're so big. Fuck you feel good," he nearly purred as he started sliding up and down a little bit. I reached up and tweaked his nipples and felt his hole squeeze my cock. I thought that was an interesting development and tried it again, a little bit harder this time, and was surprised when his ass clamped down even harder on my shaft. "Fuuuuck," he moaned as I squeezed a third time, and he brought his hands up and covered my hands, spreading my fingers over his pecs. He grabbed my hands, our fingers intertwining, and I supported him while he began to bounce up and down on my shaft. His ass felt even more amazing the second time, if that's possible, and he was really enjoying riding me now, his moans almost constant. He rode faster and harder, and I started to gasp getting closer and closer, but then he sat all the way down on my cock and remained still. I growled as his ass squeezed and flexed on my shaft, the inside of him caressing the head of my cock. Out of breath and beginning to sweat, he looked at me and said, "Can't ride it like this anymore, my knees are going to give out." I looked down and realized how much his thighs were quivering. He'd been riding me for almost ten minutes, and he was almost spent. He leaned down and kissed me deeply, allowing my cock to slide out of his loosening hole, and it thwacked against my abs with a moist slap. His tongue tasted like both of our loads still, and my cock twitched to think that his tongue was eating me out last night. I kissed him more deeply with every thought of his erotic behavior, and I was euphoric about finally being able to see my dad in action, to see this animalistic, sexual side of him. He got off me, turned around and made to sit down on my cock with his feet on the ground, giving him more stability. "Wait," I said and pressed my hand against the small of his back. I got up and stood in front of him, my hands coming to rest on his hips, and then I pushed him down onto the bed. "Yeah, that's hot dad, put that ass up for me," I teased. He flexed his ass, making the small of his back curve in the most delicious way, and I just stopped and watched this beautiful man lying on the bed, offering himself up to me. "What are you waiting for?" he asked desperately, his hole flexing in anticipation. "Fuck me, Luke!" I didn't need any more pleading from him, as I sank my shaft all the way in, hitting bottom and hearing him moan out at how deep inside him I was. I began to long-dick my dad, sliding all the way out and sliding all the way back in, slowly. He was moaning, and I knew he loved it because I could feel his ass going crazy with every thrust, and his hands gripped the sheets like he was going to rip them off the bed. "Ughh, fuuuu--" he moaned, as I began to pick up my pace. I started to fuck him like a jack-hammer, with my cock all the way inside of him, the full length of my shaft caressing every millimeter of his canal, and then I slowed back down, teasing him. I wanted to try something, so I slid all the way out, my hands on his hips, and then I thrust all the way inside of him as hard as I could, smashing his legs against the side of my mattress. "Ohhhh, fuck!" he shouted in surprise. He lifted his head and back off of the bed and turned to look at me, but I couldn't quite read his expression. "Damn, Luke!" was all he said. I felt bad, thinking I hurt him, and said, "Sorry, I've seen guys fuck like that in porn...I didn't mean to hurt you." He reached back further, his arm grabbing my forearm, and he leaned further back, lifting up, and he kissed me, with his ass still pinned between the mattress and my hard cock. He broke the kiss and said, "No, it didn't hurt, I just wasn't expecting it. I like when you manhandle me a bit." He laughed and leaned back down on the bed, "Just give me a bit of a warning." "K," I said, and slid out then rammed back into him. I loved fucking him hard like this, there was something powerful and animalistic about it, but it's completely different from having him on his back, leaning over him, our arms touching, his hands rubbing my back, our tongues playing with each other while I thrust into him deeply and lovingly. I gave him a couple more plunging jabs, and then said, "I like it better when you're on your back." He rolled over, smiling, and my vision manifested as I leaned over and slid back inside him, his legs wrapping around me, my head nuzzling into his neck. "I like it better this way too," he breathed, as his hand came up to caress my hair, his fingers intertwining with the dirty blonde curls at the base of my neck, damp with sweat. "Oh fuck, yeah, oh, right there," he started to gasp, and I felt his prostate swell with each thrust of my cock. I kept my pace as I continued to deeply fuck him, sliding as much of my cock against his button as possible, and he started to writhe and gasp beneath me. His speech becoming incoherent as his ass started to spasm around my shaft. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me into him, making me really use my lower back and abs to grind myself into him. He moaned against me and I felt his ass clamp down even harder, while I felt fresh cum shoot from his cock and soak my abs with another load. I held him, his arms still wrapped tightly around me, my cock still in his ass, as he came down from his orgasm. His breathing finally turned regular again, and he whispered, "Luke, I didn't even touch my cock. Fuck, that was amazing." I smiled down at him, and said, "I'm glad." "You close?" he asked, and I nodded in response. "Keep fucking me," he smiled back at me. "You sure?" I asked. I was hesitant, knowing how tight my ass gets when I just climax, and feeling his own like a steel vise around my cock. He nodded, and grabbed my hips, pushing and pulling me. I got the hint and began fucking him long and slow, full strokes, loving the way his ass pushes against me with every inward thrust and grips me with every outward stroke. He was really working me with his hole, and I knew it. "Fuck, dad, you're awesome," I groaned as he continued to flex around me. I kept going until, "Oh shit, fuck, yeah, take my load," I gasped and moaned, shooting into him, and then collapsing on top of his sweaty, hairy body. His warm hands rubbed my back, and when my cock slowly deflated and slid out of his hole, he asked, "Time for lunch?" "Sounds amazing," I said and laughed, my face still pressed against the warm skin of his pec, enjoying the sound of his slowing heartbeat. My cock got hard yet again, as we were making lunch. I surprised myself at my own libido and stamina. Who knew cooking could be so sensual? Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that we were still naked, sweat and cum still drying on our bodies, the scent still stirring me up. Dad must've felt the same way, because when I was reaching up to grab two plates from the top shelf of one of the cabinets, he leaned in, his nose running along my pit. I paused for a second, enjoying the feeling of being adored and objectified, and then we continued making lunch as if nothing happened, but his cock looked a bit thicker and hung a bit longer. I smirked as I spread some mayo on the bread, and luxuriated in the feel of dad's warm shoulder pressed against mine while he laid the turkey on the bread. This is what I've wanted, this is what I've been missing, this exhilaration during even the most mundane of tasks, this connection between two lovers while they cook, while they cuddle on the couch, while they push the shopping cart down the grocery aisle. I must've been breathing heavy or something, because dad asked, "You all right, bud?" and his hands rubbed my shoulders. "Just a bit overwhelmed, but I'm good," I replied as I leaned back into him, and he wrapped his arms around me, bear-hugging me from behind, his hot cock hanging between my cheeks. After we had finished our lunch and lounged in front of the tv for a bit, dad spoke up, "Why don't we do something that doesn't involve sex for a change?" I replied, "You sure? Wait, doesn't what we're doing right now qualify?" We both laughed, and then I continued, "What did you have in mind?" "A run? A workout? Dinner and a movie?" "I haven't lifted in like three days, why don't we do that, and then I might take you up on that dinner and movie offer," I said * * * "You usually have the music this loud in here?" Dad shouted a bit, over my pumping playlist. "Yeah, I lift better with loud music." I had only worked out naked a few times before, but I never worked out naked with another naked guy in the room. That the other naked guy was my muscled, hairy father checked off so many bullets on my fantasy list. Spotting each other was taken to another level, on the benchpress I had to use all my willpower, not to press but to keep myself from reaching up and rubbing my face all over my dad's crotch. By the time we were on the second circuit, my heartrate was up and I was dripping in sweat. I was spotting my father and felt a cool bead of sweat drip from my hair and splash against my shoulder blade before reforming, joining a little rivulet that was flowing down the valley of my spine and into the moist, hairy, cleft of my juicy ass. I lost myself in the eroticism of our situation: my dad's naked body in front of me, his arms straining with the weight of the bar, his veins pronounced, his pecs standing at attention, his abs even popping a bit instead of just that sheet of muscle. And then, of course, my favorite muscle of my father's, his cock, now limp, still about four and a half inches soft, laying plumply across his left hip. I could feel that sweat in my crack travel further down, and I couldn't wait any longer. I helped dad put the bar back on the rack, and straddled his form. The heat of him, the dampness of his body hair, his masculine scent were driving me crazy, and I wanted to feel his big body on top of me again, wanted him to plow me like I was slamming him earlier. I didn't speak, and neither did he, both of us knowing exactly what I wanted. I turned around and leaned forward, sliding my ass back toward his face, and taking his quickly growing cock in my hot mouth. I moaned against his shaft as I felt his hands on each of my butt cheeks, pulling them apart. He blew cool air along my hot crack and I shivered on top of him. His nose ran up my taint, and I could picture the sweat moistening his nose, making his face and his stubble glisten, and then I felt his tongue slowly circling my hole, which was already loosening, practically begging to be fucked. I deepthroated his cock for the first time as his tongue jabbed into my rosebud. Something about the angle made it easier for me to take his cock into my throat. I still gagged, but I did it, a sense of pride at taking his length filled me as his tongue filled my hole. I couldn't take it anymore. "Fuck me now," I commanded, and I got down on my hands and knees on the floor in front of him. I felt the heat of his body behind me and then the pressure of his cock head as it popped inside my hole and he kept pressing into me. He didn't take as much time as our first, he just kept pressing, sinking deeper and deeper into me, the sweat and my spit on his cock the only lube. The increased friction hurt a bit, but also turned me on. As he pulled out and had just his head inside me, I heard him spit, and then he slid back inside, a little more easily. "Fuck, dad, that was hot," I said. With my encouragement, he picked up the pace, harder and harder, and yet I still shouted for more. He slowed down and fucked me with the beat of the song that was blasting, and then he started to grind his cock into me, moving his hips around, and I imagined how good he would be on the dance floor, imagined us dancing in a gay bar, the same amount of sweat dripping down our bodies and the bodies surrounding us. He picked me up, set me on the bench, and began plowing me face to face. Overwhelmed by the feeling of his thick eight inches thrusting in and out, relentlessly, I was a moaning mess... one hand gripping the bench above my head, exposing my pit. He dove into it, licking and breathing and tasting me, and then he'd kiss me deep. I was nearly out of my mind in ecstasy, and I kept begging him to fuck me and not to stop. He bent over me, his chest against mine, and he began licking my neck as he thrust deeper and deeper into my totally loosened hole. I ran my hands down the muscles in his back, feeling them flex and contract with every move, and I opened my eyes, gazing down his back, just making out the round mounds of his hairy but, and then my eyes flicked to the doorway. Dad must have felt me seize up, because he stopped thrusting, and nervously asked, "Luke? Luke? You okay? What's? My eyes were still glued on the figure in the doorway, and I was torn by the emotion and confusion I saw there and the pleasure I felt of having my father's body on top of mine. "Chris," I managed to say, barely a whisper came out. And then the figure of my best friend, my confidant since seventh grade, turned and started to walk away. "Chris!" I shouted. I ran after him, Dad having pulled out and stood up. I heard him mutter, "Shit!" but I had already run down the hallway, shouting for Chris, but the front door was open, and he was already halfway down the street when I peeked my head outside the door, hiding my naked form from any nosy neighbors. "Fuck," I whispered to myself, as I slammed the door and slumped down to the floor. "Luke," dad said quietly, his naked form kneeling down in front of me, his cock still hard and wet from fucking me. "I..." I started, but I couldn't continue.