Date: Mon, 23 Feb 2009 11:50:35 -0800 (PST) From: Jerlar Subject: Tim and His Dad Part3 This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. Mark Stevens Tim and His Dad, Part 3 I came home from work Friday afternoon. As I let myself inside the house, I was met by silence. I was amazed at just how quickly I had adjusted to Dad being there when I arrived home from work each evening. He had been gone a week now, and the house was lonely as hell. I was heading out the next morning, driving home to help him tie some loose ends up so he could move in with me for good. I walked into the kitchen and saw I had a message. I pushed the button and listened. It was my father. "Tim, guess what? You will never believe it, but I put the house on the market on Tuesday, and this morning I got a contact. The new owner would like to move in as quickly as possible. I told him he could have it in one week. Hope that's all right with you. Give me a call." Damn, that's awesome!" I said out loud. I picked up the telephone and quickly punched out my dad's number. When I heard his voice on the other end, I said, "Dad, how are things going? I just heard your message." "Isn't it great?" he asked. "I couldn't believe the house sold that quickly." "Well, you have taken very good care of it, and it is in a good location," I reminded him. "I'm anxious to see you," Dad said. "Same here," I assured him. "I was planning on leaving first thing in the morning, but I think I'm going to throw a few things together and hit the road. You mind me coming in late tonight?" "I was counting on you coming tonight," Dad said. "Okay, let me get off here, pack a few things and I'll be on my way. Oh, Dad, you need me to bring anything?" "Just yourself," he said. "God, I've missed you this week." "Same here," I sighed. I looked at the clock on the wall above the sink. "I'll see you around two a.m.," I told him. "I'll have my cell phone if you need to call me while I'm on the road. Bye, Dad." "Bye, Tim. Drive carefully," he said. I hurried into the bedroom, pulled a large duffle bag out of the closet and started pitching clothes inside. I thought I managed quite well, because in less than an hour after home from work, I was packed, out the door, and on my way to my dad's. There was a lot of traffic, but I finally worked out of it and was headed down the Interstate. Some three hours later, I pulled off the highway and hit a fast food place to grab a bite to eat. I ordered my food and then, scoffing it down, I quickly hit the road once more. I had been making damned good time, and I wanted to continue doing so. About an hour later my cell rang. I reached beside me and picked it up. It was my Father. "Dad, what's up?" I greeted. "Hey, Son, just checking to see where you were," he greeted me. I gave him the mile marker where I was. "I'm making good time," I said. "I should be there a little earlier than I had planned." "Good. I have missed you like hell this week." "Same here, Dad," I said. "It won't be much longer," I added. We soon hung up and I concentrated on the road in front of me. I stopped one last time for a pee break, and then drove the rest of the trip non stop. I pulled up in Dad's drive at one-thirty. Ever light in the house was on, it looked like. I grabbed my bag and hurried up the walk. Before I could hit the bell, the door opened, and Dad was standing in front of me, a big grin on his face. "Come inside this house," he greeted. I walked inside, and he closed the door behind me. He held out his arms, and I quickly went into them. We hugged each other tightly, not wanting to let go of each other. "God, I've missed you this week," he sighed. He had told me that earlier, and he repeated it again now. "Same here," I said. "That big old bed back home has been so damned empty with you gone." I walked down the hall, carrying my bag with me. "So, you've sold the house, have you?" I asked. He nodded. "Can you believe it? I put it up on Tuesday, and it sold this afternoon. The new owner wants in as quickly as possible." "We should have everything taken care of in a week," I assured him. I looked at Dad and grinned. "Do you want me in my old room?" I asked. "I think not!" he exclaimed. "My bed has been just as empty, and I plan on taking care of that right now." I followed him down the hall to his room. I walked inside and looked around. The room looked like it had when I was growing up here as a kid. Nothing had changed. "You hungry?" Dad asked. "I can fix you a sandwich." "Not hungry," I said, "but I sure could use a shower to get rid of the road stink, and kinks from my body." "Go for it," Dad said. He pointed toward the master bath. "You remember where its at," he pointed. "Towels are there too." I looked at Dad and grinned. He was fully clothed. I said, "What's this, you've quickly forgot how to walk around the house?" He laughed. "Well, actually, I have missed being naked. However, there has been too damned much going on here for me to go around that way. There have been people here daily since I came back." "Okay, I'll give you that," I said. I pulled the shirt over my head and gave it a toss. "But I sure as hell hope you don't plan on sleeping the way you are now." I dropped my jeans and shorts. Dad looked at me. "You take your shower, and I'll shut the lights all off. I'll join you in bed, and you'll see what I have planned for you, Tim." I quickly jumped in the shower. The hard needles massaged my body, causing me to become relaxed after the long trip I'd just made. I scrubbed ever inch, staring with my head and working all the way down to my toes. Then, shutting the water off, I reached for a towel and dried off. Naked, I walked into the bedroom where I discovered Dad in bed waiting for me. He was also naked, and the sight of his hot body caused my cock to stand up immediately. Dad grinned and said, "I see you're glad to see me." "Damn skippy," I said and joined him in the bed. He held out his arms, and I quickly went into them, our two naked bodies touching. "God, I've missed you so much this week," I moaned. "Same here, Tim," Dad said. "I don't know when I've jacked off so much," he grinned. "Me too," I laughed. "I'd come home from work, get naked, and almost immediately I would get hard. This was odd, because before your visit, I was always naked around the house, and I didn't get hard like that. Not until I went to bed, usually. This week, I'd come home, and just being around the house, an image of seeing you naked, well, as you said, I just jacked off a lot." "Well, we're here together now, so I'm sure things will work out," Dad said. "Or in," I added with a grin. Dad's cock suddenly leaped between us. "Oh, I'm sure about that," he agreed. He looked at me. "Tim, I want to ask you to do something." "Anything, Dad," I said. "I want to fuck you," Dad said. I was puzzled. "So, why should you need to ask that? It's not as if you haven't been fucking me," I reminded him. "I know, but, I want to fuck you, and then I want you to fuck me. I'd really like to feel that cock of yours inside my ass." "Are you sure, Dad? You've never been fucked before, have you?" "Nope, but I want you to. Like you told me one evening at your house, I've just been saving it for the right guy. For you," he added. I looked at Dad tenderly, and I suddenly felt so much love for him. The only words I could say were, "Oh, Dad." Nothing else would come out of my mouth. Dad gently kissed me on the mouth, and then suddenly I felt his tongue work inside, and the kiss became much more passionate. He pulled away and said, "I need you, Tim. I want you so much." Dad reached for the bottle of lube and quickly greased his hard cock. After applying a generous glob around and up inside my hole, he crawled between my legs and quickly entered me. He slid all the way in until I felt his thick black forest up against me. "Oh, yeah," I moaned. "I've missed that hard cock of yours, Dad." "And I've missed fucking you, Tim," Dad sighed. "Well, fuck me now," I ordered. Dad didn't need any more encouragement. He started working his cock in and out of my slippery hole, pounding me hard with his body, slamming his balls against me as he went deeper and deeper inside me. He found my prostrate very quickly, and from the way it made me feel, I knew it wasn't going to be very long until I was blowing my load between the two of us. I watched as he fucked me, loving the look of bliss I was seeing on his face, the pleasure in his eyes. Suddenly it was if we had never been apart this week that the time and distance between us had never happened. Suddenly my dick twitched, and I knew I was going to cum. "God, Dad, you fucking the cum right out of me. I'm getting ready to shoot. Keep fucking my ass!" "Oh, Tim, I'm going to fill your ass," Dad groaned. "I'm going to shoot my hot dad juice in you." While my cock was shooting hot creamy juice into my own chest tangles, I felt Dad's dick swell up and start erupting. He filled me with so much cum I felt it start to leak out of my well ridden hole. I could feel his wet bush plastered up against me, and it felt so fucking good. "Damn, that was awesome," Dad said. "I've missed your wet hole so much." I've definitely missed that big cock of yours plowing inside me," I grinned. His cock still buried deep inside my cum filled hole, Dad leaned over and kissed me on the mouth. "I love you, Tim." "I love you, Dad. Always have and I always will," I added quietly. For a time, Dad continued to lay on my chest, his cock still deep inside me. I was amazed that he always stayed hard the way he did long after he had shot inside me. It felt so hot to have a hard dick inside me, along with the cum it had just placed there. Suddenly rose up. It was quite sudden, and it sort of startled me. "Something wrong, Dad?" I asked, concerned. "Yes," he answered, "there is. It's time I felt that cock of yours deep inside my ass," he said. "You sure you're ready for that?" I asked. "More than ready, Tim," Dad assured me. "All week long I've been fantasying about you fucking me. I've shot off many a load dreaming about it." The words suddenly made me hard. The thought of being in my dad's tight virgin ass was more than I could handle. I was more than ready to experience that. I sat up and reached for the lube. I slicked my dick heavily and then squeezed a big glob out into the palm of my hand. I reached for my dad's ass and filled his crack with the slippery stuff. Then I squeezed out another big glob and started working his hole with it, gently probing with a finger until I was all the way inside. H moaned as he felt me enter, and I stopped. "You okay, Dad?" I asked. "Oh, yeah," he assured me. I started playing with his hole once more, gradually working a second then a third and finally a fourth finger in. His hole was surprisingly receptive, and it opened up quite readily for me. I decided he was ready to take me. "I'll try and be gentle, Dad," I said. Dad didn't say anything. He just pushed his ass back until he felt the tip of my cock in his crack. I slide along his slick hairy crack for a time, letting him enjoy the feel of my cock back there. Then the tip of my dick found his hole, and I teased it a bit, causing it to open up even more. Then I gently worked the head inside. God, but it was so tight. I slowly went in another inch or so. I felt dad shudder. "Dad, you okay?" "I'm fine, Son. Slide all the way inside," he told me. I did just that. I really didn't mean to, but with the lube so heavy, I went in without any problem at all. "You have all of me, Dad," I told him. "I'm buried in all the way to my cock hair." Dad pushed back, riding ever inch of my cock. "Oh, yeah," he said, "fuck your ole man," he groaned. Dad's hole felt so fucking tight it was awesome. I hadn't dreamed it would feel this good being inside his ass. I started working in and out, and I thought I would die it felt so good. His ass was so tight that the walls sucked hard against my shaft each time I penetrated him. It felt as if he were sucking my cock completely off of my body. "Oh, Dad, this is so fucking awesome," I groaned. "You're so damned tight I don't know how long I'm going to last." "Don't worry about it," Dad said. "I'm sure my ass is tight. Remember the first time I fucked you?" he reminded. "You were so tight it was almost over before I entered you. The next time will last much longer," he assured me. I started fucking his ass hard, grinding my cock forest into his skin, slamming my balls against him. We were fucking doggy style, both of us on our knees in the bed, and it was just so good. Suddenly I knew his tight ass was going to literally suck the cum right from my cock. I knew I was going to shoot, and I wanted to fill his tight hole with my son juice. I felt my cock swell up. "I'm going to cum, Dad," I warned him. "Fill me," Dad ordered. "Give me your thick creamy load." That did it. I went into him as deeply as possible, and my cock started erupting. Spurt after hot creamy spurt sprayed inside his wet slippery ass, and I drained my cock completely. It was so good. Dad pressed hard into me, still riding my cock. Some of my cum leaked out as he pushed against me. He reached between us and placed some of my cum on his finger. Then he placed the finger on his lips and licked the cum. "Love your cum, Tim," Dad moaned. "It felt so good having you inside me," he added. "It was awesome, Dad. Your ass was so fucking tight. The suction you gave my cock drove me over the wall." Looking over his shoulder, Dad grinned. "So, you think you might be willing to give me another fuck?" My cock twitched inside his wet ass. "Oh, definitely," I laughed. "Maybe even before we go to sleep," I added.