Date: Mon, 14 May 2018 19:57:38 +0200
From: JG
Subject: Rainy Day Fun With Dad

Crash! The gentle rainfall that had lulled me asleep in the wee hours of
the morning following an night of teenage carousing had now become a full
on summertime thunder boomer.  I awoke to see the walls and ceiling of my
room flash with lightning, then crash! Another peel of thunder seemed to
open up the skies even more.  A hard rain drove like nails into the tiny
home's roof.

Summers were like this in Illinois. In between sweltering July heat, we
were pelted by electrical storms and sometimes high winds. Those days made
it impossible for my dad to work his construction job.  As I wiped he sleep
from my eyes and gave my morning wood a few quick strokes, I could make out
his legs and feet in the recliner in the livingroom just ouside my bedroom
door.

Most mornings of summer vacation, sleeping naked and jacking off first
thing in the morning had become my habit.  I licked my right hand and
slowly jacked my wood as I stared at his bare feet and hairy legs.  A few
weeks before, he had come home drunk and slipped naked into my bed. I had
felt his 7" bone against my thigh and he seemed so out of it, I got brave
enough to stroke it a few times.

I still remember how his cock immediately rewarded me with a nice glob or
two of hot pre-cum, which I couldn't resist tasting.  I thought about
sliding under the covers to suck him off, but chickened out, preferring
instead to get myself off gently rubbing my cockhead as he snored away.  In
the morning, he had gotten up and acted like nothing had happened, but I
always wondered if he knew what I had done.  Maybe he even knew I played
with dudes some? Maybe he had seen my browser history when I thought I was
so careful to erase it every time? If he had, even once, he would have seen
how often I had been to the daddy-son sites.

My cock was aching it was so hard as I beat off under the covers looking at
my old man's legs and thinking about his big ol' pecker.  It had to be 8
inches and it was as thick as a beer can. I was cut, but his foreskin slid
back when he got hard making his meat looked just like mine, only bigger.
I could almost taste his precum from that night...mmmm....uggh...try not to
make a sound, and fuck yeah! I shot a big glob of cream against the top
sheet. I rolled over and rubbed the load of cum in my bush against the
blanket to clean up.

I waited until I was soft, reached down and grabbed my undies from the
floor by the bed.  I slipped into some sleep pants and made my way out into
the living room. What I saw made my just satisfied cock spring to life
again.

The rain on the roof played like static in the living room. Dad apparently
couldn't hear me approaching and was in his recliner, with his cock out,
eyes closed and enjoying a nice long fist fuck.  The TV was on some old
movie, and it was obvious that the images weren't part of what got him this
hard and ready. I slipped back toward the doorway to my room and watched as
he rhythmically stroked himself.  He stopped and squeezed the base, causing
his foreskin to slide over the head.  A huge blob of clear, sticky precum
oozed from his piss slit, making my mouth water. Dad used his fingertips to
spread it around the head of his cock, peeled the foreskin back and went
back to beating off.  It was quite a show.

I reached down into my own white underwear, gooey and wet from just having
cum.  I was already throbbing and ready to go again.  I slowly freed my
pecker from my underwear and sleep pants, licked my had and started
stroking.  There we were, father and son, beating off together like I had
always dreamed.  Well, almost.  With the rain and darkness of the room, Dad
was totally unaware of my presence.  But that was about to change.

He groaned and opened his eyes.  He slowed his jacking and held his cock. I
stood there frozen, with my dick in my hand and looked at him.  The rain
had suddenly stopped. The house was quiet.  I didn't know what to do next.

"Caught me having some private time, Son." He said. Dad's low, manly voice
always made me quiver.  "Do you like watching me?"

I was still motionless and silent.

"Apparently you do, since you're having a little fun yourself. Don't just
stand here, come on over here."

I took a step and my underwear and sleep pants fell to the floor. I was
total naked and erect standing before my father in his chair with his cock
in his hand.  My heart pounded. My mouth was dry. My asshole strangely
tingled like it was anticipating something.

Next thing I knew I was next to him. He had let the recliner down and was
sitting with his cock pointing straight up to the ceiling.  His warm,
leathery hand ran across my smooth boy butt.

"Mmmm....that ass, son. Mind if I look a little closer at it?"

I silently turned around and he grabbed my hips and slid me right before
him.  His bearded face came within inches of my hairless hole.  He seemed
to sniff it, then he kissed my ass cheeks and slowly ran his middle two
fingers up from my taint to the top of my butt crack.  I let out an audible
gasp.  It felt so good to have him touch me there.  In all my playing with
other boys, no one ever had touched my hole. It was all jacking off and
some sucking.  I had secretly longed to be fucked and it was like Dad knew
and was releasing that pent-up desire.

Dad's rough hands gripped my hips and spun me around.  Now my cock tip was
almost touching his bearded lips. He opened his mouth wide and engulfed my
cockhead and 2-3 inches of my dick in his mouth.  Immediately, his expert
tongue worked the underneath side of my cock like a pro.  Dad was a
consummate cocksucker. A pro. I could feel it.  Those rough fingers didn't
forget about my ass crack.  They slid up and down in and out of my crack
and played the lips of my boy pussy like a fucking violin.  I was not the
first boy he had sucked off like this, I thought.

I panted and groaned. I grabbed his strong, tan shoulders and felt how hot
he was as I watched him work my cock. It was dirty, shocking and yet felt
so right all at the same time.  No boy my age could please me like this, I
thought. This was a real man. The man. My dad.

Suddenly Dad stood up. He was about four inches taller than me. He grabbed
my ass aggressively and pulled me toward his raging cock. It pressed hard
against my stomach. I knew he was going to kiss me hard on the mouth, but I
still felt unprepared as he thrust his tongue toward the back of my throat.
He tasted like coffee and cock, his beard smelled a little bit from the
beer he drank the night before.  I could also catch a whiff of the steam
rising from his pits. He was hot, almost sweaty.  I wanted every inch,
every drop, every hair of him.

He caressed and grabbed my boy ass with his hairy man hands.  He stopped
kissing me, licked his fingers and looked me in the eye and reached back
around to finger my hole.

"You been fucked yet?"

"No, Daddy."

"Good. That shit needs to start at home. That's where I learned it. That's
where you'll learn it."

I stood there and tried to relax my ass muscles.  He slipped more and more
of his fingers inside me and grinned.

"Mmmm...someone likes to have their asshole fingered? Maybe you want me to
fuck you?"

"Yes, Daddy!" I said almost instinctively. I was in a trance. My body was
talking, not my mind. This was all too surreal.

"Well maybe that's on the agenda later on. I think I need to see what kind
of cock sucking skills you got, boy."

Dad pulled me to my knees and I took his massive cock in my mouth.  Salty,
slimy pre-cum filled my mouth as I sucked and licked like he had done to
me.  I looked up at him. He smiled down on me.

"That's it boy, suck Daddy.  You like that?"

I nodded and sucked.  He held the back of my head and started slowly
inching more and more of his man meat into my mouth, toward the back of my
throat.  Once when sucking off an older boy in the neighborhood, I had
figured out how to get the head of his cock down my throat without gagging.
I took a deep breath, remembered that time and tried my best to throat my
Dad. I gagged, coughed and looked up at him.

He smiled.  "You're okay. Just not used to a man's cock in your throat. Try
again, boy!"

Dad almost ordered me, which I kind of liked. I was usually the one
aggressively mouth fucking younger, more delicate boys I played with.  But
with Dad, I enjoyed being his little cock sucking bitch.

I worked more and more of the cock in my mouth and back toward my throat. I
concentrated on breathing out of my nose and felt him thrusting the back of
my throat. Within a few strokes I was taking it! Daddy was throat fucking
his little boy.

He groaned with pleasure and picked up his rhythm.  He was thrusting his
hips now, pounding my throat and loving the sensation.

"Yeah, boy! Yeah! Awww...fffuuucckkkkk!"

With that he slide out a little so the head of his cock was resting on my
tongue.  Huge spurts of hot cum jetted out, filling my mouth.  I held his
balls gently and felt his cock pulsing.  I patently waited until he was
done and then looked up at him obediently with a mouth full of cum.

"Swallow it, boy!"

I did as Daddy told me to.  This rainy day of summer vacation was turning
out to be the best day of my life.