Date: Thu, 13 Jun 2013 16:42:49 -0500 From: Jake Wurdhart Subject: My 18th Birthday with Dad Note: This story is a work of fiction. Any likenesses to real people are coincidental. It is based on my relationship with my father, and inspired by some real-life events, but the majority of it is fiction. My father and I have had a very non-traditional relationship for years. Ever since I was little, he has been my role model. I remember being five years old and following him everywhere. To work, to the gym, even into the bathroom and shower. In fact, I showered with my dad pretty often until I was about ten years old. I cherished the special moments that I could openly gawk at his massive dick. Further, my father was a very physically fit man with dark brown hair all over his body. I loved washing his tummy in the shower, running my hands over his six pack which he somehow managed to maintain for years into my adulthood. At the age of 13, I realized that I was truly gay. I always felt it in me somehow, but at 13 I was able to grasp the true nature of my sexuality. I was never ashamed or closeted, and it quickly became a non-defining factor to my life. Realizing my homosexuality caused my attraction to my father to skyrocket. Whenever an opportunity presented itself, I would touch him. Massages were my favorite. At 14 years old, he bought a computer desk that I fit perfectly under. I would sit beneath the desk and rub his feet, staring at his huge bulge the entire time. I would even take his feet and rub them against my teenage dick through my pants. Either he never noticed this, or never minded it. Sometimes I would build up the courage to rub up to his thighs, and even a few times I ran my hand across his bulge. He never did say anything, and always enjoyed my massages thoroughly. This went on for years. I would jack off thinking of him daily, continue to touch him at any moment possible. He and I developed a very flirty relationship, and sometimes I would have the audacity to squeeze his ass or tweak his nipple, and he would often return the favor. Our bathroom door had a large gap between the doorframe and the door itself. This provided the perfect opportunity for me to lay on the ground and look through the crack at my father while he was peeing or showering. These were the most special moments to me. I loved watching him shower. He definitely knew I was out there staring at him, and he would often put on a show. He loved to rub his hard dick for me while he showered. He never watched me shower, though. However, I did find a way to return the favor. Whenever we were alone in the house (which was often) and we were watching TV (which was very often too) I would openly play with myself on the couch near him. Rubbing my own throbbing prick through sweatpants, showing off the bulge and the eventual wet spot from my precum. Sometimes I would even jizz myself right there next to him and I could see his own hardon. Often times, he would shower right after this and relieve himself. All of this built up to when I was 17 years old. Only in my 17th did I have to bravery to cum in front of him. Our relationship never was physical up until I turned 18, though. For my 18th birthday, my family had wanted to take me to a convention in Chicago that I always dreamed of attending. It was all about experts in science, arts, math, education, etc. coming together and sharing what they have learned for the last year. My grandmother became very sick a few weeks before we were supposed to leave. It was my mother's mother, so she stayed behind to care for her. My older, and only, brother was just starting his exams in college, so he had to stay behind as well. It ended up being just my father and myself. The drive to Chicago was wonderful. It was about 3 hours from our home in Indiana, through beautiful countryside. The view I was most interested in, though, was my father's bulge. For the first hour, I just watched it in his tight jeans. I was always mesmerized by the sheer size of the bulge, about the same as a grapefruit. His huge balls pressing against the denim, his soft cock just barely outlined. Soon, it became to much for me. I started rubbing my own dick and noticed him glancing at it every few seconds. I never jizzed my pants on the ride, but I came very close several times. My balls were aching as we pulled into the hotel and I could tell that the next time I release, it would be stronger than I've ever felt. We walked into the hotel, checked in, and put our bags into our room before exploring the block for a couple of hours. We found a tiny Italian restaurant that only seated 10 people, and decided to have dinner there. It was delicious, and afterward we headed back to the hotel room. Upon entering the room, my father announced that he was going to take a shower. He headed into the bathroom and stripped down, leaving the door wide open. Because my father felt that this was such a special birthday to me, he had sprung for a very luxurious suite. The bathroom was as large as my bedroom at home, with both a bathtub and a separate shower. The shower had no curtain, it was more of a chamber built into the wall and had only panels of perfectly clear glass as partitions. I noticed there were two shower heads, one at each end of the shower, and decided to take advantage of this. When I went to the bedroom of the suite, I noticed that there was only one queen bed. I disregarded this and stripped down, eager to enter the shower. When my father saw me enter, he made no effort to hide his soft dick. I had trouble keeping my own cock at bay, but managed to only keep it at a half erection. We showered, and I openly gawked at his amazing body. He turned away from me and bent down to wash his legs, exposing his firm ass in all its glory. Trying to avoid a full erection was becoming more and more difficult. The shower soon ended, and we dried off together in the bathroom. My father slipped on a silky pair of boxers and headed to bed. I remained in the nude, feeling braver than usual. As my father turned off the lights I settled underneath the sheets. We were sleepily discussing our excitement for the following day at the convention. Soon my father stopped talking and began lightly snoring. I was building up my courage, and after ten minutes I finally reached out and started rubbing his thigh. This simple contact sent my dick into a full boner, as it had been teased all through the day. I could feel my father move, but if he had awoken he was still pretending to sleep. His rhythmic breathing was interspersed with light whimpers and moans and I rubbed his hairy thigh. Eventually he broke his facade of sleeping and scooted closer to me. I felt his hand on my stomach, running it up and down my body, playing with my nipples. I moved my hand from his thigh to his crotch, and through his boxers I could feel his raging hard-on. He moaned as I rubbed him through the fabric. We both were far too eager to wait any longer. My father peeled his underwear off and exposed himself fully to me. Up close, his cock was even bigger. He had a great bush of dark brown pubes that was tamed and trimmed. His balls were huge, tight, and covered in a light dusting of hair. I was in shock as he started rubbing himself and me at the same time. Soon I took over his cock with my hands, and we lay there exploring each other's bodies. One of his hands rubbed my raging boner as the other moved to my ass. He squeezed my ass cheeks, and then ran his fingers up and down my crack. He settled one finger on my hole and flicked it back and forth which caused me to writhe in even more pleasure. He chuckled as he continued to tease my asshole. I could no longer hold in my moans and began to do so loudly. He eventually stopped playing with my hole when I moved my face to be level with his crotch. I licked the head of his dick, which was dripping precum. He trembled at the touch of my tongue. I wanted to tease him more, but found myself too compelled to take his dick in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the head and flicked it across his frenulum. I worked my mouth down the shaft, but found no possible way for me to completely take the 9 inch monster. As I sucked his huge, dripping cock I played with his egg-sized balls. They felt so soft and warm in my hands. I stroked his cock as I sucked the head, and soon he could no longer handle it. He started thrusting into my hand as I pulled my mouth from his dick. His shot ribbon after ribbon of cum onto my face. I licked up as much as I could, savoring the taste of my dad's jizz. I continued stroking him as he took a few minutes to recover. My cock was still rigidly erect. I took some of his cum and used it as lube. I could hardly handle the feeling of my dad's cum against my seven inch cock. I didn't have to jerk myself off for long as my father grabbed my dick himself and rubbed it, playing with my balls. He demanded that I turn over onto my back and lift my legs in the air. I obeyed. He stuffed a couple of pillows underneath my back and began to play with my hole again. His fingers were now covered in his cum, which made me tremble harder than before. He took my cock expertly in his mouth as he teased my hole. He worked his way down to my balls, sucking them, then to my ass. He flicked his tongue across my hole. I cried out in pleasure. The feeling was almost too much to handle, but he continued licking my asshole. He shoved his tongue into my hole, only resting to tell me how good my freshly 18 year old ass tasted. He took his middle finger and worked it into my ass. He wiggled it against my g-spot. It was the most amazing feeling. As he continued fingering me, he sucked my cock. He began deep throating my dick and it became too much for me to bear. I shot the biggest load of my life into my father's mouth. He took it all, still sucking my dick long after as though begging for some more of his young son's cum. He moved up towards me and kissed me on the mouth, our saliva mingling with my cum, our dicks limp and leaking. He lay down next to me, and I pushed myself agains his body. He took me in his strong arms, and we fell asleep. Best birthday ever. I hope you liked it!!! If you have any questions or comments, please contact me at theoldmanandtheme@gmail.com!