Date: Mon, 14 Jul 2014 11:41:17 -0500 From: Jim 002 Subject: Needs Chapter Three Needs By Jim002@outlook.com Copyright 2014 by jim002@outlook.com This story is complete fiction. None of the characters are based on real people. Please donate to Nifty so you can continue to read stories like this. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Three The next morning, I woke Dad with a blowjob. I heard him sigh, so I knew he was awake. He pulled me up and off his cock. He pulled our mouths together, and we kissed. I wished I had brushed my teeth first, but it didn't seem to bother him. I groaned as he began moving the plug inside me. He pulled away and grinned at me. "I'm going to fuck you today. Maybe this afternoon." I grinned. "Did you enjoy what we did last night?" "Oh, yeah, Dad." He smiled. "Good. No one has ever made love to my cock, before. Not Uncle Tony, your mother, or any of the other women I have had. You never even looked at my face. One hundred percent of your attention was on my cock, for hours. That is why I say you made love to my cock. You gave me a gift I will treasure always." "That's what it felt like to me, too. I want to make love to both of you." I looked in his brown eyes. "I don't just love your cock. I love you. I love your handsome face, your hairy body, and who you are, too. I'm in love with you, Dad. I can hardly believe a big, virile man like you is interested in me at all. God! You are such a stud!" Dad looked really pleased. "Please don't take this the wrong way, but you are so sleazy." Dad looked surprised. "I love that, Dad. I love it! It makes me want you even more." He nodded his head. "You took your son's virginity and made him your lover. That is so hot! If I didn't have you and I knew a man who had done that to his son, I would want him. I would want him to pull his cock out of his son and fuck me with it." "You would?" "Definitely." "Then you are as sleazy as your father." I grinned and Dad chuckled. "I can't decide whether I should come this morning. I'm going to fuck you this afternoon, and hopefully you will make love to my cock this evening. I want my cock to be really hard for that." "Why don't I suck you without making you come?" Dad rolled onto his back. He folded his arms behind his head. "Do it." I leaned over and took hold of his cock. It wasn't completely hard, but it got that way in seconds. I kissed it and Dad sighed. "I love you," I said to it. Then I moved my ear to it. I looked up at Dad. "Did he tell you he loves you?" Dad asked, grinning. "No. He must be the strong, silent type. Do you think he does?" "I am absolutely certain of it. That cock has committed incest many times," Dad said, with a half-smile. "That must be why I love it so much." Dad grunted. I grinned at him. "It prefers to be naughty." "It really does. It prefers you to your mother." I turned back to his cock and began sucking. Dad sighed, again. He ran his fingers through my hair. I felt very lucky. How many people got to find the perfect lover? Dad was horny, hot, nasty, and I would never for a moment doubt that he loved me. He was definitely my perfect lover. I would never have to worry about a sexually transmitted disease, unless we had sex with Uncle Tony. I doubted he had gone without sex since his father died. But Dad could find that out. I certainly didn't have to worry about it. He would. Dad took my head in his hands. He pulled me off his cock. We kissed, again. Then he got between my legs. Was he going to suck me? Dad got the bottle of lube and squirted some on his hands. He began jacking me off. I groaned. It felt wonderful. He moved the butt plug around while he stroked me. I groaned and shot in less than a minute. My cum hit my lips and I laughed. Dad continued stroking me, but he moved around to my side. He kissed me, getting my cum on his mouth. But he didn't stop there. He thrust his tongue into my mouth. We kissed while we both tasted my spunk. Dad pulled away. He shocked me by rubbing my spunk into my skin. He seemed to enjoy that. He smiled at me. "I can't believe you did that!" I said. "I plan to kiss you while my milk is in your mouth. What's the difference?" I grinned at him. "Let's go eat. We can play all day." "I know! It's wonderful!" He nodded. "I don't suppose you could take tomorrow off, too." "I don't know. I don't know how much work I will have to miss to get you away from your mother. I hate to use up all my time off." I nodded. "And we can spend hours every evening making sleazy, incestuous love." I nodded, grinning. Dad got up and walked into the bathroom. I followed him. He lifted the toilet seat and stood in front of it. I watched, as piss shot out of his cock. "You like watching me piss?" he asked. "I like looking at your cock." "That makes sense," he said. I brushed my teeth while he turned on the water in the shower. He took my hand and we got in the tub together. I was pleasantly surprised. "Can I always shower with you?" I asked him. "Of course, Tony. I want you with me all the time." I smiled at him. "If I'm not at work, or taking a dump, I want you right next to me." I sighed. He looked pleased that I was happy. We washed and then dried each other. We dressed. We both wore T-shirts and shorts. "How about the IHOP?" Dad asked. It was across the street from our motel. "That sounds great!" We walked over there. We got seated right away. It was a weekday, so it wasn't crowded. "Is there anything you want to do today?" he asked me. "I want to learn to cook. There is a used bookstore down the street. Maybe I could find a couple of cookbooks." "Or I can get you a phone with a bigger screen or a tablet." I smiled at Dad. "I wouldn't mind." "You wouldn't? Are you sure? You've only asked about twenty times," Dad said. I looked around. "I don't really have as much use for one, Dad." "Oh, really?" Dad asked. "I wonder why?" I'm afraid I blushed. Dad laughed. He IM-ed me. "U shd have said u wanted it 4 porn," he texted. "I wd have gotten 1? "Or seduced." I gasped. Dad laughed and put his phone away. Dad seemed totally relaxed. I was worried. What would happen with Mom? I forced myself to stop thinking about anything except the handsome man across the table from me. "How do you feel about Uncle Tony?" Dad asked me. "I'm not sure." Dad nodded. "Do you want to wait before I email him?" I thought about it. "I guess not. He might be lonely." Dad nodded. Dad rubbed his cheek. He hadn't shaved. He looked even hotter than usual. We looked at each other. Dad looked very serious. I knew we were both thinking of sex. Of his cock inside me. I thought of his cock shooting in my mouth and groaned. Dad smirked at me. "I wish they had Italian sausage here," Dad said to me. "That's what you want, isn't it?" I nodded. "Would you like that for lunch?" I grinned. "I would." The waitress took our order. "Do you think Mom will fight the divorce?" "Yes. I expect it will be very unpleasant. She doesn't believe in divorce." I nodded. "But it doesn't matter how long it takes. I doubt I will ever remarry." He winked at me and I grinned at him. We talked about what part of town we would live in. I didn't care at all. If I had to go to a different school for my senior year, it was OK with me. I had friends at school, but there were also assholes I would not miss. Besides, we could all drive, so I could still hang out with them after school and on weekends, just not in class. We finished and left. Dad said there was an apartment locator service in that shopping center. We walked to it, but they wouldn't be open for twenty minutes. We walked back to the car. "Book store?" "Yes. Adult," I said. Dad chuckled. "I'm afraid you are too young," Dad said. "You could explain that I'm not a virgin anymore." Dad laughed. "They might ask who deflowered you and I would blush when I told them I did." I laughed. I reached over and groped him. Dad sighed. I felt him quickly grow erect. It gave me a powerful feeling to be able to arouse him so easily. Dad was a stud and he was mine. We drove to the used bookstore. There were tons of cookbooks. I got one on home cooking and another called 'The Newlywed's Guide to Cooking'. Dad paid for them and we went back out to the car. We drove back to the apartment locator service. It was just opening. "Do you have any preferences about where we live?" "None at all. Not as long as you are there." Dad smiled. We parked and went inside. The office consisted of one desk with a smiling woman sitting behind it. Dad began talking to her. I pulled out my phone and began playing a game. I glanced up occasionally as the woman showed Dad brochures. It was very last century. Why weren't they on the internet? But then I thought that they probably were there, too. I was surprised when Dad said," Ready to go?" "Oh. Yeah." "Thanks," I said to the woman. She smiled and nodded. Dad drove us to the first complex. I liked it a lot. It was even closer to my high school than our house. The unit we saw looked out on the pool. There was a hairy guy in a speedo sunbathing. I wanted to see Dad in a speedo. "I love it, Dad." "Good. I like it, too." We followed the manager, who was a middle-aged man to the office. Dad filled out paperwork. The manager kept looking at me. It gave me a funny feeling. I saw his hand slide under his desk. Had I made him hard? Was he adjusting himself? "The woman who lives in the unit next to yours has a pretty daughter about your age," he said to me. "Oh. That's nice." I wasn't interested, of course. I wondered if I should act more enthusiastic. "Her name is Sheila Jones." Sheila Jones? The head snob? The girl who made fun of people's clothes, their hair, their pimples, their yearbook pictures, and everything else you can be a snob about? I didn't say that, of course. I had to admit I was surprised that she lived in an apartment. How can you be a snob and live in a two bedroom apartment? "Do you know her?" Dad asked. "Yes. She's not a friend." Dad went back to his paperwork. "They just moved here about a week ago," the manager said. I nodded. When Dad finished the paperwork, we had an apartment! The two of us walked back to our new place. Dad unlocked the door. We walked in. "What do you think? Furniture, or no furniture?" Dad asked. I laughed. "We have to have a bed so I can cuddle with my lover!" I said. "Your big lover or your little lover?" "He's not little!" Dad laughed. I knelt in front of him and unzipped his pants. Dad put his hands on his hips and smiled at me. "Give him a kiss?" "I plan to." I fished his cock out of his pants. I pulled the foreskin back and licked the head. Dad sighed. "How does your butt feel?" "Weird. I want to get the cold plastic out and my hot father in." Dad grinned. "Let's go back to the motel. We can decide about furniture later. Put your toys away first." I grinned as I tried to get his stiff cock back in his pants. He had to do it. Dad pulled me up and kissed me. We wrapped our arms around each other. I had no idea how long we kissed, but it was minutes, at least. He pulled away. "Damn! You're a hot little fucker, do you know that?" Dad asked. I caressed his cheek. "I'm glad I'm not disappointing you." "Hell, no! I can see the lust in your eyes for your own father. It's obscene and disgusting. It makes me very happy and very hard." I laughed. I got to thinking about Dad in a speedo. Then I remembered how he looked in a jock strap. I just caught a glimpse, but he looked really hot in it. "I saw you in a jock strap once. You looked so hot. Do you still have one?" "Yeah. I'll get one. Let's go to the house. Your mom should be at work." I nodded. We left and drove to the house. Mom's car was outside. "Shit!" Dad said. "You wait out here." "Gladly." Dad parked and got out of the car. He went into the house. I couldn't help worrying. But Dad was mine. I had no doubt about that. Ten minutes passed and Dad didn't come out. I pulled out my phone and looked at the pictures of his cock. I worried that someone would see me, so I stopped and played a game, instead. I started worrying, again. But the worst thing that could happen, would be for us to move home. Dad and I could still have sex, but it would be rushed and less frequent. There was very little I could do about it. That bothered me, of course. I did miss Mom a little. Not enough to go inside to see her. I wanted Dad. The car was running, with the AC on. After about fifteen minutes, I opened the car windows and turned the car off. It was hot, but we were parked under a tree. When Dad had been inside the house for forty-five minutes, I began seriously worrying. Were they reconciling? I leaned my head back and tried to think positively. As more time passed, though, I started panicking. An hour and a half after we got there, I saw Mom and Dad walking towards me. I got out of the car and stood next to it. I could see Mom had been crying. Dad seemed very serious. I couldn't guess what was going on. It hurt to think Mom was crying because of me. But she was the one who couldn't accept me. She walked up to me and hugged me. "Your father and I are separating." "Oh. OK." "Which one of us do you want to live with?" "Dad," I answered, automatically. She closed her eyes. "I spoke to two priests. They both said I should love you the way you are," she said. "So you didn't believe the first one!" I said. "You had to have a second opinion! You didn't want to believe him, Mom." She sighed. She didn't deny it. "Why don't you look in your room and see if there is anything you need?" she suggested. "OK." I walked with them, back to the house. I got the rest of my clothes and everything out of my bathroom. I put it in Dad's car. Then I got some of my other things from my room and put them in the car. Dad walked out with a load of his things. Mom was in the house. "Is everything all right?" I asked Dad. "Yes. It's fine. Better than fine. She isn't going to fight for custody." "Oh! That's great!" Dad nodded. "You ready?" he asked. "Did you get the.strap?" "Yeah." We got in the car. Mom walked out of the front door. I waved at her as Dad drove away. "I know that took a long time, but I wanted to get it over with," Dad said. "I'm glad you did. When do you want to move into the apartment?" "Your mother asked if you wanted us to live in the house. She could move." "I don't know, Dad. I like the two of us having our own place. A place that's just ours." "I feel the same way. Good. We need to get furniture for the apartment, but first we are going back to the motel." "Will you wear the jock strap?" "Of course. I want you to lust after me, Tony. I want to see the desire in your eyes when I wear it." "I want to see you in a speedo at the pool, too." "That won't happen." "Why, Dad?" "If you are around, I will have an erection. So will you." "Oh. I didn't think of that." "I want you to wear a jock strap, too. That way your ass is always available, and I can push inside you for a quick fuck whenever I feel like it." I groaned. "Or maybe you don't want your daddy to fuck you?" "You know better," I said. "No. I don't. It was painful when I fucked you. I know that. You may not ever enjoy it. It would be easier if my cock was smaller." "Don't even think such a horrible thing!" Dad chuckled. "I hope my ass is the pussy you'll be fucking for the rest of your life." Dad let out a sigh. "I will finally get as much sex as I want." "You will." Dad took my hand and kissed it. It was such a romantic thing to do that I got a lump in my throat. "When your mother told me about the priests, I didn't think about what you said to her. That she wanted a second opinion. I think you are right. She didn't want to believe the priest who told her to love you as you are. It burns me up to even think about it." "She said a separation. Will she give you a divorce?" "I'm going to file for one. If something happens to me, I want everything to go to you, not her. She can contest the divorce, but we will still get one." I nodded. We pulled up to the motel. "Should we unload the car?" "Hmm. Good point. We should have gone to the apartment with this stuff. I had other things on my mind." "I had only one thing on my mind," I said. He chuckled. "Good. You are about to be reunited with your lover." "I missed him." "He missed you." We got out the car. Dad got things out of the back seat, so I did, too. We carried them up to our motel room. It took three trips to get everything out of the car. We put our things away. When we finished, Dad walked into the bathroom. He came out a couple of minutes later, wearing just a jock strap. I stared at him. He looked so hot. Hotter than when he was naked. I watched the pouch extend out as he grew erect. He smiled at me. "I can see you like the way your daddy looks." "You are so hot!" He grinned. I took out my phone and took pictures. "Not my face!" Dad said. "Why not? You aren't naked." "Hmm. We'll delete those. I will look like you surprised me." I did. I hated to delete them. Dad got an angry look on his face. I took several pictures. I moved forward and got closeups of his hairy crotch and the pouch of the jock strap. Dad pushed the jock strap under his balls. "No face!" "I know!" I took nice closeups of his beautiful cock. "Are you going to spend the evening with him, like last night?" Dad asked. "Yes, Dad. I'm--I guess it's silly, but I feel like I have two lovers. My father, and him. When I'm not with one, I want to be with the other. I know he's just part of your body, but I could never feel the same way with your hand or your foot that I feel about him. I think I'm in love with him!" Dad chuckled. "Good. The more you want and need my dick, the happier I will be." I grinned at him. Then I stood up and looked at the pictures. "Let me see." "I only want you jacking off to pictures of me, Tony." "OK, Dad. But I would, anyway." "Good." Dad took the camera. I began stroking Dad while we looked at them. They turned out well. "I'll be jacking off to that one," I said when we saw one of the photos. Dad sighed. He seemed happy. "I hope you are always hot for your daddy." I pulled my clothes off, quickly. When I was naked, Dad surprised me by pulled me against him and taking a selfie of us. We looked at it. "Look serious in the next one," he said. I did and he took several more pictures. I groaned when I saw one of them. "We both look hot there." "I know." My face was next to Dad's hairy chest. "Do you wish I was taller?" I asked him. Dad was quite a bit taller than me. "No. Not at all. I prefer you being shorter than me. That doesn't mean I want you to stop growing, though." Dad took me in his arms and kissed me. While I ran my hands over his back, I felt his hand on the plug. He pulled it out of me. "Do you need to use the restroom?" "Yeah." Dad let go of me. I ran to the bathroom. I heard Dad chuckle. It didn't take long, and my butt was clean. I walked out of the bathroom. Dad was naked and erect. He stood next to the bed, holding the bottle of lube. The jock strap was on the bed. "Get on your back." I did. While Dad applied lube to my hole and his cock, I placed the jock strap over my face. "Doesn't smell much like me, I bet." "No, but I know what the fabric was rubbing against." "From now on, after I work out, I will give you my sweaty jock straps. You can wear them on your face while I fuck you." I grinned at him. Or maybe not 'at' him. His jock strap was on my face. I pulled it off. I pulled my legs up. He pushed two lubed fingers into me, making me groan. "Oh, that's a nice hole," Dad said. "Still tight enough and very hot." I smiled at him. "And I know for sure, it is eager for my cock. You are eager for sex in the way only a man can be. You read about nymphos, but I never met one." While he moved them around, he said, "I'm thinking about turning the second bedroom at the new place into a gym. Get a Soloflex, maybe. Or just weights. I can pump iron while you pump my cock." I grinned. "Or you could lift me up and down on your cock." Dad grinned. "Both," he said, nodding. "I agree! Dad, that would be so cool! I would love to watch you work out." "Why didn't you come to the gym with me, then?" "Uh. Because my cock would be tenting out my shorts, I guess." "I forgot you've been hot for me for a while, little buddy." I nodded. "You know, if we live in an apartment, the time we spend taking care of the yard can be spent having sex, instead," Dad said. "It's fine with me!" Dad moved between my legs. I groaned when I felt the head of his cock at my asshole. "Ready?" "I've been ready for years!" He grinned and slid inside me. We both groaned. I felt his body pressing against mine. "Is it painful?" "Oh, no, Dad! It feels incredible! I wish our -- Never mind." "What?" I was going to say I wished our first time had felt as good. It hurt like hell when he fucked me the first time, but I didn't want to make him feel bad. I was glad he fucked me, pain or no pain. "I wish we hadn't waited so long," I said, instead. "Yeah. I do too." He sighed. "If I had had any idea you wanted my cock, I would have given it to you." I wrapped my legs around his waist and he grinned. He pulled out and pushed back in. He sighed. I looked at his handsome face. "I've always thought you are the handsomest man in the world. The sexiest, too." "You are pretty sexy, yourself. You should see what you look like with your lips wrapped around my cock." I groaned. Dad began fucking me. I let my head fall back. He bent down and sucked on my neck. I had to have his kiss. I pressed my mouth to his and we kissed passionately while he fucked me. Dad was a real stud. He was able to kiss me while he kept up his thrusts. I didn't think I was that coordinated. I had never been able to pat my head and rub my stomach at the same time. I ran my fingers through Dad's short hair. He groaned into my mouth. I hoped that meant he liked it. His cellphone rang. "Shit!" I said. Dad laughed. He picked it up off the bedside table and answered it. He continued making slow thrusts inside me. He started talking about work with someone from his office. I took the time to play with his nipples. I wondered if I could get one in my mouth from that position. I tried a couple of times. I guess Dad got the idea. He put his hand behind my neck and pulled me to it. I wouldn't have been able to reach it if I had been any taller. I sucked and bit his nipple, lightly. He must have liked it, because he didn't let my head down. I continued stimulating it. It had gotten stiff. He moved my head to his other nipple, while he talked on the phone. I repeated what I did to the first one. I bit it a little harder and Dad pushed his cock deeply inside me. "Aw, fuck!" Dad said. His eyes rolled back. I realized he was coming. "No, I dropped something," Dad said on the phone. I almost laughed. It was more like making a deposit! He was ejaculating inside me while he talked to his co-worker. I pinched his nipples, hard. "I'll call you back." Dad dropped the phone and kissed me while making short thrusts inside me. A minute later, he pulled away. "That was incredible. You made me come when you bit my nipple." "I was afraid I was biting it too hard." "No," Dad said. "It made me come, that's how good it was. I never knew my nipples could do that." He grinned. "My little boy taught me something about sex!" I grinned. "You are still hard, Daddy." "You make me that way, Tony." I sighed. "I wish I could marry you, Dad. I love you so much. More than I will ever love anyone else." Dad nodded. "I know what you mean. I want to tell the world that I love you and want you," Dad said. "Hmm." Dad pulled out of me. He looked at my hole. "Looks fine," he said. Dad squirted lube on his hand. Then he started jacking me off. He pushed two fingers inside me with the other hand. He fucked me with his fingers while he stroked me. I came quickly. My first spurt hit my face. I started laughing. Then my second spurt did. "Are you aiming at my face?" I asked, laughing. "Yes." I shot a lot of cum, but only the first three shots hit my face. "You look hot like that," Dad said. "Take a picture. I'll pretend it's your spunk." "We can always just wait until it is," he said. I grinned at him. He let go of my cock and pulled his fingers out of me. He spread his fingers apart. "Damn, that's hot!" he said, looking at his fingers. You could see his cum on his fingers. "I've been inseminated, all right." He got off the bed and walked to the bathroom. He came back with a towel. He wiped my face, chest, and butt with it. Then he wiped himself. He pulled back his foreskin and wiped the head of his cock. I handed him his jock strap and he laughed, as he put it on. He fell onto the bed beside me. He pulled me to him and wrapped his arms around me. He kissed me. We made out for a long time. While we were kissing, I wondered how many other father-son couples there were. Couples like us who preferred to be together. I figured a lot of fathers were just so horny, they were willing to fuck their sons. We weren't like them. We were lovers. If you enjoyed it and want to read more, let me know.