Date: Fri, 1 Jan 2021 15:53:28 -0500
From: Rod Rey <rodreywriter@gmail.com>
Subject: Spring Break With Dad

      It was my first spring break. I was originally supposed to meet up
with my roommate and his friends for a wild week of whatever kind of random
fun they had in mind. We partied in all our dorm rooms every weekend
because of his popular nature, and freshman year wasn't even done yet. We
even went to lots of jock-jerk parties where only us jocks were allowed in
and nothing beyond jerking off for safe fun. It was a hot way to get horny
straight dudes to come (pun intended). It was also how I'd managed to
remain a virgin to anal sex with the exception of dildos in private, just
jerks, blowjobs, and make-outs.

      The party life had been fun at first, but now that the novelty had
worn off, I was ready to take things a bit more seriously. I'd decided to
bail on everyone for spring break to meet up with Dad at his new cabin. He
was more important to me than anyone else in my life.

      I'd traveled from Chicago to northern Wisconsin where Dad's bumfuck
town was, about a seven-hour drive. On my way there, vast fields with
cattle and horses surrounded me, and I wondered if I'd ever get lost. The
sky was darkening sooner than I'd anticipated, and I could've sworn I had
the right directions. Much later, the sky turned a deep purple. I hated
driving at night whenever it was on an unfamiliar road. Why couldn't Dad
have just picked me up instead?

      Dad. Oh, Dad. Our relationship had changed forever since New Year's
Eve, the day we'd gotten drunk and naked, and we'd made out in the heat of
the moment. It'd been foreplay and frottage with no oral or anything else,
but we'd stopped and realized what we'd started wasn't right. Except it
felt right to me, and I didn't care if it meant I was sick in the head. I'd
had the biggest crush on him since middle school, probably even before that
in an innocent "I don't want Daddy to marry anyone else" kind of
way. Before the life-changing incident, we'd seen each other naked many
times and even showered together, all purely innocent. Mom had died giving
birth to me, leaving Dad to raise me all on his own. He'd taught me not to
be ashamed of nudity, but he'd never touched me inappropriately until our
unplanned moment together.

      That was why we needed to talk things out as soon as possible. I was
sick of not hearing much from Dad these days, just a quick video call here
and there. It was why he'd moved to give me the space he'd annoyingly
insisted I needed. I didn't need space. I needed him.

      Deep in the woods and through the private gravel road, I finally
reached the cabin and parked my car behind Dad's rusty truck on his excuse
of a driveway. With my jacket on, I grabbed my travel backpack and felt my
heart beating harder than ever the closer I approached the front door. I
shivered a little since it still didn't feel like spring yet, what with
being this far up north near Lake Superior.

      The door opened, and there he was: tall and trim, dark-haired and
brown-eyed, and as muscled and rugged as ever for a forty-year-old. He'd
just gotten a buzzcut after a few-months' growth, but he still kept his
full beard all these years. He was so handsome that I turned into a molten
mess every time I saw him. We looked so much alike, except I was more of a
lean jock with a bigger bubble butt, and he was more of a lean lumberjack
who was only a tad taller than me.

      "Glad you came, Jeff." That husky voice, just like mine, but sexier
to my ears. A hint of a smile on his face was easy to capture in the
dimness.

      "Are you?" I was only partly joking.

      Dad looked around the woods, gently pulled me inside, and shut the
door. We stood in the living room, away from the small windows, and the
woodstove served as the only lighting. He pulled me closer to him for a
tight hug. "Of course I am. I missed you."

      "I missed you too." I gave him a squeeze. "We have to talk, though."
My heart pounded for a while because it just wasn't normal for us to be
this way.

      "I know. I had a feeling you couldn't let it go. And frankly, neither
could I. I think about you every single day, Jeff."

      "Same." I let go halfway, partially in his arms, enough to look at
his serious expression. I gazed into his beautifully brown eyes that drove
me nuts in a way that I shouldn't have been feeling. "I can't help how I
feel." My voice threatened to crack.

      Dad sighed. "I know, son, but it's wrong. We should've never done
what we did. I should've never allowed it to happen."

      "But it happened. It's too late to go back."

      "Is it?" He looked hopeful.

      I gave him a nod and took the hand of his that wasn't holding me so
that I could hold it. I slid my fingers in between his and toyed with
them. "I've tried dating other guys, Dad, but it's useless. Same shit,
different guy. You're the one I want. And don't tell me you don't feel the
same way because I remember your confession very well."

      "I was drunk."

      "But you meant it." I knew Dad had meant it when he'd told me himself
that he was in love with me, the words I'd wanted to hear for so long.

      There was a long pause, but he never looked away from me the whole
time. He looked as if he were trying to face me with courage.

      My eyes watered. "Don't lie to me, Dad. Please?"

      His eyes watered as well, and he pulled me back toward him for the
tightest hug ever, bursting into tears. He sobbed like the baby he rarely
acted like. "I did mean it. With all my heart. Because I'm a sick man! I'm
sick, Jeff, I'm sick!"

      "Then so am I." I loved that Dad showed his emotions with me and not
to anyone else, but I needed him to collect himself to make this trip less
depressing. This time, I wanted more than what we'd had on New Year's Eve,
and sober too. "Dad, please don't cry. It's not like you groomed me or
tried anything inappropriate when I was a minor. We're adults. We're
men. Everything's consensual."

      He didn't say another word, just cries of shame.

      I let go and took his hand to lead him into his moonlit room while he
still cried. It was the only bedroom in the small cabin. The whole place
was rustic and country-themed, except more fitting to a single man who
didn't always care about tidiness, especially with random junk around.

      I undid Dad's cowboy-style jeans and got on my knees. I could faint
at any second from what I was about to do. My heart beat faster and faster,
vibrating through my ears until my face flushed hot. But I'd still do this
because I wanted to.

      "Jeff, what are you doing?" But he didn't stop me. He also stopped
crying, sniffling a few times.

      I ignored him and pulled his fat cock out. It was average in length
but very thick, just like mine. I tried to get it hard by stuffing it into
my mouth. I gave it a few quick sucks to start with. I inhaled the faint
musk mixed with soap that drove me wilder than ever.

      "Ohhh, son...," Dad whispered. "Are you sure we should be doing
this?"

      I ignored him again. The more we talked, the guiltier we might
feel. I slowed down my pace and licked the hardening shaft. I couldn't
believe I was doing this. I was sucking my dad's cock, the very organ that
had given me life. It was what I'd fantasized about doing for a long
time. Though, I was nineteen and a man who knew what he was doing. I wasn't
a boy anymore.

      I felt Dad's hand caressing the back of my head while I continued
sucking his fully-erect cock. I wanted his cum so badly. It'd be the first
time I'd get it. I pulled his jeans all the way down to his ankles and
tugged at his shirt as a signal for him to take it off.

      He did, and even through the moonlight, he revealed the kind of torso
that proved he still frequented the gym. He was ripped and sexy. His chest
was sprinkled with dark hair that trailed down to his flat belly and joined
the trimmed bush that at least showed he cared about grooming himself
without ever having to manscape.

      I stared at him with a smile, taking my shirt off as well to reveal
my own set of abs. I was a bit smoother but still had some sprinkles of
dark hair myself. My backside was completely smooth, though, while he had
just a dusting of fur on his round ass cheeks. "I love you, Dad."

      He tried to smile, probably with leftover guilt or whatever negative
feelings he must've still felt. "I love you too, son. But I'm getting close
already."

      "Already?"

      "Your mouth... it's just... it's like magic. So warm and... ungh,
Jeff, yeah. Ohhh..."

      I slurped up the excess precum and licked around the fat head,
sometimes sucking just the head with the occasional tender kiss. I licked
his hairy balls that were a bit muskier than his pubes, and I sucked on
each for a while before diving back for his full cock, nearly deepthroating
him. I sucked with eagerness, and it wasn't long before I heard him moaning
gently, his breaths intensifying as if warning me of his release.

      "Fuck, Jeff, I'm gonna come... oooh... ahhh... fuuuck!" Dad groaned
as he flooded my mouth with his thick cum.

      I tried my hardest to collect every bit of it, but some of it
dribbled out of my mouth and down my chin. I squeezed my eyes shut while I
swallowed as much of the rich taste I could. It wasn't too bitter but
definitely an acquired taste. It was from Dad, though. That was the best
part of the experience, and I'd swallow him every time from now on.

      I got up and felt the front of my jeans soaked with precum, and I
pulled them down and off my legs until I was fully naked. Dad kicked his
jeans off his feet so that he was naked too. I came closer to give him a
deep kiss, wrapping my arms around him and frottaging my stiff cock against
his. He held me tightly and wrestled my tongue with his until I couldn't
hold it in any longer. I was so overcome with intense desire that I came
quickly and made a mess on his flat belly. It was the hardest release of my
life, and the euphoria kicking in threatened to knock me over.

      "God, I love you with all my heart," Dad whispered. "Always will."

      I smiled because I needed to hear those words more often but in a
whole new way. "And I'll always love you." This was going to be the best
spring break ever. I was so glad I'd ditched my roommate and his friends
for this moment. This was exactly what I needed. Dad and I might've not
agreed to date or anything, for obvious reasons, but we connected the way
we'd been aching to, the way we were meant to connect but couldn't until
now.

      "Ready for bed?" Dad was always an early sleeper and an early bird at
that.

      I nodded and climbed onto the queen-size bed. He got behind me and
rested an arm around my waist. His damp chest leaned against my dry back,
and it wasn't long before his cock rose as it pressed between my ass
cheeks.

      He grabbed one of my cheeks and gave it a gentle squeeze, forming a
sexy grin. "Gonna give this to me someday?"

      "Of course, Dad. It's yours to take whenever you want."

      "Ever got fucked?"

      "Nope. Just blowjobs and handjobs because I wasn't ready to go that
far yet."

      "Ah, so you're still a virgin back there. Take your time, then. No
rush."

      "I've practiced a lot with a dildo, though. Thick ones too. So, I
think I'm ready. Besides, I'd rather my first time be with you than some
rando I'll never see again."

      "Aw." Dad played with my ass. "Mmm, soon, then, okay? Let's get some
sleep for now."

      "Okay. Night."

      "Goodnight, son."

      I knew I'd have a great night's sleep, and it was all because of my
new connection with Dad. I couldn't wait to explore more with him. I
couldn't wait to grow closer to him and see him as not my dad, but my lover
and the man I wanted to share the rest of my life with, my happily ever
after. One day at a time, though. One day at a time...

      Dad woke me up with kisses all over my neck, and I turned my head to
kiss his lips more deeply. We ignored each other's morning breaths and just
kissed. I tongued him the way I had the night before, and I stroked my cock
while we made out like the lovers I felt we were. I felt his cock dabbing
against my crack, and I knew he wanted my ass.

      "Fuck me, Dad. Please?"

      He formed a sexy expression. "Yeah?"

      "Yeah, I'm ready for it. I want you inside me."

      There was hunger in his beautifully brown eyes, pure lust that made
him accept so willingly. He repositioned himself on his knees near the edge
of the bed. He grabbed my waist and lifted me to have me all fours. He
aligned his cock with my ass.

      I continued stroking my cock while burying my face in the pillow. I
hissed at first from when he first entered my hole with just the head of
his cock.

      "You okay, son?"

      "Ungh. Yeah, keep going. Don't stop."

      Dad continued sliding all the way inside until he was balls deep, and
I felt his inner thighs resting against my ass cheeks. I felt his cock all
the way inside me, and I wanted this. I'd wanted this badly for a while,
and I finally had it.

      He started fucking me, and he placed his hands on my shoulders. "I'm
warning you. I can be a little rough at times."

      "Fuck me however you want." Oh, this felt wonderful now. The pain
turned into pleasure quicker than I thought, probably because I'd practiced
on my dildos for a long time. I jacked myself off furiously as he quickened
his pace, and I wanted more of him. "Fuck me, Dad. Fuck my ass. It's
yours. Take it. Own it. I'm all yours. Always."

      "Fuck, yeah." His voice was deeper when he was hornier, and he owned
me without even saying so. He knew it and I knew it. This was what I
needed. I'd needed all of him, and I finally had all of him. I realized we
didn't use a condom, but I trusted him with my life. I knew he'd never give
me anything without my consent first. Besides, he was clean. I knew he
wasn't the typical hookup type. Since I probably had a more sexually active
lifestyle than he did, I'd gotten tested regularly and was still negative.

      I panted with hunger. "Ungh... ungh... fuck me... ungh..."

      Dad pounded my ass now, and he wasn't kidding about being a bit
rough. His inner thighs slapped my jiggling ass cheeks with each thrust,
thwack after thwack. He slapped one of my cheeks and gave it a hard
squeeze. He did that several more times, and I was in heaven. I let go of
my cock the more he hit my prostate. I moaned louder than I'd thought I
would, and I couldn't take it anymore. I needed to come, but I didn't need
to touch myself to do so. "Fuck, Dad, I'm gonna come... ungh... Dad, I'm
coming... fuck!" I shot all over the sheets underneath me, completely
hands-free. Oh, the feeling was glorious.

      Dad groaned and warned me of his release, and he got even rougher by
ramming himself into me and pulling my short hair a bit hard, making me
take it on his terms. "Fuuuuuuck, I'm coming too, gahhh!" He let out a deep
cry of ecstasy and slowed down immensely. He collapsed onto my damp back,
his sweaty chest leaning against me in stickiness. I could suddenly stay
like this forever.

      He gave me some tender kisses while he laid us both on our sides, and
his cock slipped out with a pop sound. He snuggled against me, his nose
nuzzling the damp nave of my neck. "I'll always love you no matter who you
choose to be with."

      I smiled, and I already knew now that I wanted him as my lover, to
share the rest of my life with him this way. "I want to be with you. I
don't want anyone else."

      "Yeah?"

      "Yeah. I'm not confused either. I'm a man, remember? I know what I
want."

      "Mmm, okay, then you're mine and I'm yours. How's that?"

      "I'd like that. Also, I get to fuck your ass too one day, as well as
your mouth."

      "Oh, really?" But Dad didn't seem fazed.

      "Yep. Fair is fair. But only when you're ready, of course. No rush."

      "Deal." Still unfazed.

      "By the way, you already owned me when you gave me your last name. I
just had to become a man for us to take the next step."

      He looked so touched by that, and I could tell that he melted from my
words. It was true, though. I was Jeff Simmons because of him. We didn't
even have to get married for it to happen, not that we ever could get
married because of the law.

      My smile morphed into a goofy one that I couldn't hide no matter how
hard I tried. I was in bliss right now, and I didn't want this moment to
end. Dad and I were practically falling in love, and we were together
now. Officially. Yeah, this spring break was totally awesome, and it'd be
the best one ever.

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