Date: Sun, 22 Feb 2009 15:08:39 -0800 (PST)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Tim and Hid Dad Part2

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Mark Stevens


Tim and His Dad, Part 2


	I came home from work the next afternoon and found that Dad had a
wonderful meal put together. Actually it felt rather nice to come home, not
only to someone, but to good food waiting on the table.
	"What's this?" I asked, coming into the kitchen.
	Dad turned from the sink and grinned. "I thought the least I could
do was have dinner ready when you got home.
	My eyes sparkled as I looked at my father. He was taking me true to
my word, I guess, because he was completely naked. I laughed, and said, "I
see you have picked up one of my habits rather quickly."
	Dad looked down his body and then back to me. "Yep," he answered,
"and to be honest with you, I have grown quite accustomed to it without any
problem at all."
	"Good."
	I took off down the hall. "I'll be right back," I called over my
shoulder.
	I hurried into my bedroom and quickly stripped my clothes off. I
rejoined Dad in the same state as he. Naked.
	Dad turned as I came into the kitchen. He grinned, and said, "I see
you're as comfortable as I am. Good. Dinner is ready."
	He had everything on the table, and even had chilled wine
poured. It was quite nice, I thought as I took a seat.
	Over the meal we sat there enjoying the tasty food as well as the
company. I had to admit to myself, it was much better coming home to
another warm body to talk to rather than just an empty house with even
emptier rooms.
	We finished our meal, and I told Dad to just sit at the table and
enjoy another glass of wine while I cleaned up.
	"You don't want my help?" he asked.
	"You cooked dinner. It's the least I can do," I laughed.
	It didn't take me long to wrap things up in the kitchen. Dad poured
us each a glass of wine, and we went into the living room. We each took our
normal place on each end of the couch. We talked about several things,
especially how glad I was to have him staying with me. "It's damned nice
coming home to someone being here," I told him.
	"I'm glad," Dad smiled.
	A little later, I said, "Dad, you seem awfully quiet this
evening. Is something on your mind?"
	"Not really," he answered. "Well, sort of," he added.
	"What?" I asked. I had finished my wine and stood up to go get some
more. "More wine," I asked him.
	"I'll take a little."
	When I returned with two glasses of wine, I handed him one and took
my seat once more. "Now," I smiled, "what's `sort of' on your mind?"
	Dad took a sip from his glass. Then he said, "I was wondering about
something. It's kind of personal, and if you don't want to tell it, it's
all right."
	"Dad, there's not a damned thing you can't ask me. To you, my
life's an open book. What would you like to know?"
	"Well, I was wondering...did you ever...have you ever..."
	"Have I ever what?" I prodded.
	"Damn't, have you ever been fucked." The words out of his mouth, my
dad's face suddenly turned bright red.
	I looked at Dad, and my heart quickly swelled up with the love I
felt for him. I moved over by him, and my leg touched his. "Dad, can I tell
you something?"
	Dad nodded but made no reply.
	"For years and years I dreamed of you fucking me. I wanted you to
fuck me. Need you to be inside my ass. So, to answer your question, even as
corny as it sounds, no, I haven't because I wanted you to be the first one
inside me."
	"Are you serious?"
	I nodded. "That's right. All this time, all I've ever done with
another guy is either jack or suck. I just never wanted anyone else to fuck
me but you. Even when I was still living at home, I'd jack off thinking
about your fucking me."
	"I shouldn't be so lucky," Dad said quietly.
	I looked at my father and said, "Can I ask you a question?
	"Anything," he assured me.
	"What about you, have you fucked another guy before?"
	Dad looked at me and placed a hand on my bare leg. "Would you
believe I haven't? However, I have to tell you something. For years after
your mother quit having sex with me, and after you got older and your body
started developing, I also would jack in the shower picturing my cock up
your ass. I shot many a load thinking about that."
	I looked down, and I wasn't surprised to discover Dad was hard,
same as I was. I placed my hands on his shoulders and bent over to where my
face was in front of his. I placed my lips onto his and gently kissed
him. The kiss electrified both of us and almost immediately we were both
leaking precum.
	I stood to my feet and pulled Dad up with me. I smiled tenderly and
said, "Why don't we go make both our fantasies come true?"
	Dad didn't say a word. He just followed me down the hall to the
bedroom. I fell on the bed and pulled him down with me. I turned and faced
him, and quickly took him in my arms. As we kissed, our bodies touched
causing us to shiver as if a cold wave had come over us. I felt my dad's
dick move between us, and it stopped when it found mine. His thick black
wiry bush mashed into my own brown curls, and our balls quickly found each
other. As I kissed Dad, he returned my kisses with such passion it took my
breath away. Our hands roamed up and down our bodies, and I felt his
fingers gently squeeze the cheeks of my ass. Then he finger walked up my
crack, pulling the ass hairs as we explored. His touch on my ass was making
me so fucking horny I thought I was going to cum right then and there.
	I also explored Dad's body. I ran my fingers down through the thick
mass of chest curls, gently tugging them as I traveled down. It still
amazed me that I was finally getting to touch this hairy body that I had so
long desired to feel, to be with. It was like a dream to me, and
truthfully, I was afraid I was going to wake up any moment and find it was
just that, a dream.
	My fingers ran into the hot cock hair, and I twisted and played
with those curls, enjoying the feel of that wiry bush. I brought my fingers
up to my nose. I had to smell Dad's man smell. When I breathed, I couldn't
believe how hot his smell was.
	"Dad?" I spoke his name quietly.
	"Yes, son?"
	"Fuck me," I said. "Fuck me now."
	"Are you sure?" he asked.
	"More than you can possibly know," I assured him.
	Dad reached over and pulled out the drawer in the table beside the
bed. "I was hoping I could fuck you tonight. I went out today and bought
this."
	As I watched, Dad brought out a bottle of lube.
	I couldn't help but grin. I said, "You were hoping, were you?"
	"Damn straight, Tim. All day long I've been hard just thinking
about the possibility of being inside your ass."
	"Then fuck me," I ordered.
	My dad lubed his thick hard cock up with lube, and then he applied
a huge glob to my ass crack and hole. I felt as he worked a finger inside
me. I leaned back into him forcing him to go deeper inside me. Then I felt
the second, followed by a third. By this time he was finger fucking me
pretty hard, getting my ass ready for his hairy fuck stick.
	He finally pulled his fingers out of my ass. "I want to fuck you
spoon position," he told me. "At least the first time because I think it
will be easier for you."
	"Whatever," I assured him. "I just want to feel your hard cock deep
inside my ass."
	I felt the tip of Dad's cock touch the entrance of my hole, teasing
me, enticing me for what was to come. Then I felt the tip slide inside me,
and I couldn't help but take a deep breath.
	"Are you all right?" Dad asked.
	"Fuck yeah," I assured him.
	"I'll go slow so you can get use to me," Dad said.
	I felt a little more of him go inside me, and I was surprised it
wasn't any more uncomfortable than it was. Then it happened. When my dad's
lubed dick came in contact with my slippery wet hole, it slid all the way
in before either one of us knew what was happening. Dad buried all the way
inside me, and his dick was buried all the way to the black forest around
it. I could feel his cock hair grinding against my ass cheeks. I also felt
his full balls rubbing against my skin. For just a few seconds I thought I
was going to be blinded by the bright light going off in my brain. Then I
guess his cock touched just the right place against my prostate, because
the pain went away immediately, and all I felt was pleasure and wanting
more of him.
	"It's okay, Dad," I assured him. "You feel so fucking good inside
my ass. I'm ready for you to fuck me."
	Dad didn't need any more encouragement. He placed his hands on my
shoulders and slowly started working his cock inside my wet hole. Each time
he entered me, I felt him going deeper and deeper, and as he drove his dick
along the tunnel of my ass, I met each of his thrusts with my own. Each
time he fucked me, I ground my body against his, and my ass swallowed more
and more of his hairy fuck stick. It felt so good, and I felt so
complete. I was already beginning to dread him pulling out of me. I didn't
want to feel the emptiness I knew I would feel.
	"God, your ass feels so good, Tim" Dad moaned.
	"As good as you dreamed it would?" I couldn't help but ask.
	"Even better," he assured me. "So fucking good," he added.
	As we lay there in the spoon position fucking, it was as if we were
in a world of our own, and no one else was there. Just the two of us, my
dad and his son, and god, it was fucking marvelous.
	I felt my dad pick up his speed, felt his dick going further and
harder inside me. Suddenly to my surprise I felt my cock jump up on its own
accord and start to swell up.
	"My god, I'm going to cum," I groaned the words.
	With Dad still fucking me with long hard deep thrusts, I
experienced an orgasm like none other I had ever had before. It was so deep
that it made my toes tingle and my head spin. I thought for a second I was
going to pass out.
	"Oh, Tim, I can feel you cuming," Dad groaned. "I'm going to cum as
well."
	"Cum, Dad," I ordered. "Fill my ass with that thick hot dad juice
of yours."
	That brought my dad over the edge. I felt his cock swell up and
shudder. He slammed deep inside me and I felt the first spurt of hot man
juice as it went deep inside my ass and sprayed the walls. I felt a second,
a third, and finally a sixth and final shower inside me. I clinched the
muscles of my ass hard, forcing the last of the cum from Dad's dick. Each
time I gave his dick a squeeze, Dad moaned and pulled me closer to him.
	Completely spent, we laid there Dad's cock still buried deep inside
my cum filled ass. He pulled me tightly against him, and I felt his lips on
the back of my neck. Then I heard him whisper,
	"I love you, Tim."
	"I love you, too, Dad. So fucking much," I sighed.
	We soon dozed off for a bit, and when I awoke a little later, Dad
was still buried inside me. He spoke behind me, saying,
	"You finally woke up, did you?"
	I nodded. "Yep, I did. What can I say, you fucked me so well that
you wore me out, and I just died off."
	"You enjoyed me fucking you, I take it then?"
	"Does the bear shit in the woods?" I grinned.
	"Well, if you liked it that well, perhaps there will be more for
you."
	"I'm counting on it," I told him.
	"Tell me, would you like to fuck me?" Dad wanted to know.
	I thought about what Dad had asked. "Maybe," I answered. "In time,"
I said. "Right now, I'm just looking forwarded to another good fucking from
you. You literally fucked the cum out of my dick, and it felt so fucking
hot to shoot and not even touch my dick. You certainly found the right spot
inside my ass."
	"Good, glad you liked it," Dad smiled. "Well, think about it, and
if and when you are ready, my ass is yours."
	As we lay there talking, I suddenly felt Dad grow hard once more
inside my ass. "Feels like you're ready for round two," I laughed.
	Dad flexed his cock inside my cum filled hole and said, "Feels like
it, doesn't it?"
	"Dad, let me get on my back," I said. "I want to be able to look at
your face as you fuck me. I think since you've already fucked me, and since
there is so damned much cum already inside my ass, that I should be able to
take you without any problem at all."
	Dad pulled out of me, and I suddenly felt so empty, so disconnected
from him. I quickly turned over on my back, my own cock starting to stand
up through my brown forest.
	"Side inside me, Dad," I ordered.  "Fuck me now," I said.
	Dad was ever bit as ready to fuck me as I was for him to fuck
me. He got between my legs and placed the tip of his dick against my sticky
wet hole. This time there was no hesitation, and he slid inside
immediately. The cum from his previous fuck created such a slick lube that
he was all the way in before either of us realized it. I felt his black
curls grinding into my own forest, and as I watched him fucking me, it made
me so horny, made me want all of him over and over. The way I felt now, I
could live with him fucking me the entire night, all the way to morning.
	Dad drove his cock inside my slippery wet ass each time a little
harder than the time before. I loved feeling him back inside me, and I felt
full and complete once again. As he fucked me, I reached up and kissed him
on the mouth. When my lips found his, I felt his cock swell up even harder
inside me. He moaned, and I knew he wasn't going to last much longer. Hell,
I didn't want him to. I wanted to feel him shoot in me again. I wanted him
to add his cum to the thick man juice he had shot there earlier.
	"That's right, Dad, shoot another load deep inside my ass," I told
him. "Give it to me," I moaned.
	Dad groaned, "Fuck, I'm cuming."
	"That's right, I want to feel you shoot inside me," I said.
	Dad's cock swelled up, and I felt his balls slam between my legs as
he shot off deep inside my ass. He didn't shoot as much this time, but
fuck, it was so hot feeling his cum spray the walls of my ass.
	After Dad came, he lay down on my chest for a bit, and I could feel
our chest tangles mix. I could hear him breathing, and he lay there holding
me tightly. Finally he rose up and gave me a grin.
	"Damn, but that was hot," he said. "Now, I think it's your turn."
	Saying that, Dad pulled out of me, causing the emptiness to return
once more.
	"Dad," I protested. "Why did you pull out?"
	"Because, I need to take care of this," he said.
	Saying that, Dad lowered his head down, and his mouth found the tip
of my leaking cock. He slowly traced the edge of my head with his tongue,
causing shivers to run throughout my entire body. Then I felt more of my
dick go inside Dad's wet mouth, and he slowly worked his way down my hard
shaft until his nose was buried inside my cock forest. God, it felt so good
being buried deep inside his hot mouth.
	Dad started working his way up and down my cock, and I just
couldn't help but start to face fuck him. As he went up and down my shaft,
I fucked him harder and harder, slamming my balls into his chin, grinding
my pubes into his face. It felt so good fucking that wet mouth and suddenly
I knew I was about to cum.
	"I'm about to cum, Dad," I warned.
	Dad made a sound that told me he wanted to swallow my load, so I
picked up my speed, driving my cock harder and deeper inside his mouth. I
felt my cock swell up and start to shoot. I shot around eight times, and
each time I did, Dad swallowed, and when I had finished shooting, he hadn't
wasted a drop. He had taken it all, letting none fall from his mouth.
	Dad lay down next to me and took me into his arms. "You are so
fucking hot," he told me. "I love you so much."
	"Love you, too, Dad."
	Later, still in bed, Dad asked, "Well, are you ready to fuck my
ass?"
	I shrugged my shoulders. "Perhaps," I answered. "I know what I do
want at this moment," I said.
	"What's that?" he asked, a smile forming on his lips.
	"I want you to fuck me doggie style," I said. "Would you do that?"
	I saw my dad's cock spring up immediately. He said, "You want me to
fuck you like a dog?"
	I nodded and said, "I sure as hell do."
	I got on my knees and pointed my ass up toward him. "Go for it,
Dad," I told him.
	Once again, Dad slipped inside me easily, due to all of the cum he
had shot inside me. I felt him slide all the way in until my ass was buried
in the black cock curls. I was really beginning to enjoy the feel of those
curls grinding into my cheeks. I couldn't get enough of their wiry touch.
	Both of us on our knees, my dad behind me, we began such another
round of fucking it took our breath away. We fucked like we were two
teenagers. Two teenagers that hadn't been having sex very long and couldn't
get enough of it yet, I thought. I still couldn't believe my good fortune,
didn't think it was really happening. I really did think I was dreaming a
wonderful dream, and that I would be waking up soon with nothing in bed
with me accept my hard cock.
	"You like it doggy style?" Dad asked as he fucked my slippery hole.
	"Fuck yeah, Dad, I do," I answered. "I like your cock anyway I can
get it."
	"You can have it any time and any way you want it," Dad assured me.
	This being the third time my dad had fucked me in less than two
hours, he lasted much longer, and we both really enjoyed it. It felt so
good feeling his thick cock driving in and out my wet hole. Each time he
drove deep inside my ass, I'd grind against his thick bush, and he would
moan like he was about to die. Finally I felt him swell up inside me, and I
felt the first hot spurt inside me. As he shot, Dad pounded me harder and
harder, and finally, his cock completely drained, he reached his arms
around me, and pulled me tightly against his body.
	"You are so good to me," he said.
	"I'm just afraid I'm going to wake up and find out this has all
been a dream," I said, falling down on the bed. His arms still wrapped
around me, Dad came with me. We were will connected, his cock still buried
inside my cum filled hole.
	"It's no dream," Dad assured me.
	"I think you're right," I said.
	Dad finally pulled out of my ass, and I rolled over. He lay next to
me, our sticky bodies touching. We held each other, and for a time, neither
one of us spoke. We were very content just to be next to each other, and no
words were needed.
	Finally, I called, "Dad?"
	"Mmmmm, what is it, Son?"
	"I'd like to ask you something."
	"Anything, Tim, you know that."
	"How important is it to you to go back home when your visit here is
over?"
	Dad looked at me, his face displaying a puzzled look. "What are you
getting at?" he asked.
	"Well, you're retired and not working, so what's keeping you back
home?"
	"Where should I be?" Dad asked.
	"How about here with me," I asked quietly.
	Dad rose up and propped his head on his elbow. "Are you serious?"
he asked.
	"Damned serious," I assured him. "Unless you have too many strong
ties back home to leave there," I told him.
	Dad shook his head and said, "Not a fucking thing to keep me
there," he said.
	"Then how about me taking some time off and together, we'll go back
and get things ready. This house is certainly big enough that you can bring
anything of yours you want back with you."
	"You really want me to move in here?" Dad asked.
	"I do, Dad. I've wanted to be near you for so long, and now, we
have the chance."
	"What will your friends say?" Dad wanted to know.
	I laughed. "First of all, I don't have a hell of a lot of
friends. The ones I do have, well, they won't care a whit that my father is
moving in with me."
	"You know I would never do a thing to interfere with your life,
don't you?"
	I pushed Dad back down on the bed and hugged him to me. "Dad, you
could never interfere. I would love nothing better than to have you with me
for as long as you care to be here."
	"You'll grow tired of me," he warned.
	"I think not. Anyway, let me be the judge of that. I say sell your
house and pocket the money. If ever you decide to move out, then you'll
have money to buy another one. I really would love having you here," I
said. "I can't think of nothing better than to fall asleep each night with
you next to me, and to wake up each morning and feel you beside me. Even
better, inside me," I added with a grin.
	We lay there and talked for a long time, and by the time we called
it a night, things had been decided. Dad was going to drive home in a few
days, and I would drive down a week later. That would give him time to put
his house on the market, and to decide what he wanted to get rid of and
what he wanted to bring back with him. To my house. To our house. How
excited those words made me feel. We both couldn't wait until we could be
together. How different the world looked to us now. It was going to be
wonderful being together, having each other, loving each other.

End of Part 2. Any comments, feel free to email me at jetdesk2@yahoo.com


Mark