Date: Tue, 5 Mar 2019 16:34:57 +0000
From: Cck Sckr <leedsccksckr@gmail.com>
Subject: Getting Close Part 4

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I woke the following morning in my Dad's bed. It was pretty early as I
could still hear the morning birdsong and a distinct morning light creep
through the sides of the blinds hanging in my Dad's Master Bedroom. Dad's
light snoring was a constant, reverberating throughout the room. I'd heard
it thousands of times in my life. It got to the point that when I tried to
fall asleep and I couldn't hear it, I needed some white noise in the
background to help me drop off.  With one eye open and another buried in
the soft pillow below me, I remembered that I wasn't alone in the
bed. Well, it wasn't that I forgot. I felt that I wasn't alone in the bed.

We'd turned around in our sleep, I was now on my side and I could feel
Dad's body dwarfing me. Our legs were entangled, his chest filled out the
crook of my back, his warm breath on my neck sent shivers down my
spine. Dad's left arm ran the length of my body and his hand landed
perfectly on my fuzz covered cheek. His right arm held me in a tight
embrace, going under my own arm and his hand clutching onto my left
shoulder as if he was scared to let me go.

I had slowly stirred earlier than Dad. He was quite obviously asleep,
especially considering his snoring. The weird thing is that I didn't freak
out. I was comforted. I wasn't in my own head. I was home.

After ten minutes roughly of laying in Dad's arms, I began to notice the
snoring slow down and eventually fade. As the snoring slowed, I felt
something else. A pressure began to build on my butt. It took me a few
moments to realise what it was. Dad hadn't put clothes on after we wanked
next to each other. He'd just rolled under the covers and fell asleep
pretty much straight away, he hadn't bothered to put anything on. I was
feeling his growing morning wood in the cleft of my cheeks.

My eyes burst open at this realisation. I had sobered up. I wanted to
run. I wanted to hide... I wanted to grind up on it. Fuck. No. This is
wrong. I can't. I need to get out of here.

But I didn't. I didn't move. I wouldn't have been able to if I tried. My
Dad, for all my cracks about his beer gut, he was a super strong dude. He
had biceps that I was insanely jealous of. And he hand me clutched in
tight. I opened my mouth to try and say something to wake him up out of his
sleeping state. Nothing came out of my mouth, I have no clue why. I was
trapped.

I felt movement behind me, Dad's face was moving against my neck. I heard a
small smacking noise and a tiny speck of wetness and another, and
another. A dawn of realisation washed over me. Dad was fucking kissing my
neck. The hand the cupped my arse cheek squeezed lightly and spread it a
tiny bit. Dad's throbbing cock slipped in further into the cleft. He was
way too big for his cock to be touching my arsehole, but I could tell that
his shaft was running past it.

I panicked. I began to hyperventilate. I had to force myself to take deep,
long breaths, or otherwise I'd have a full on panic attack. That wasn't
gonna help anything. I focused on breathing properly while Dad continued to
kiss the back of my neck. As he did this, his right arm ever so slowly
stopped gripping on the shoulder that was digging into his mattress. It
slowly travelled past my chest to caress my flat, hairless stomach. As he
lightly rubbed me, I felt his hips lurch forward and a stickiness on the
back of my ballsack before he retreated his hips slowly.

With every soft caress of my stomach, Dad would slowly thrust his hips and
left a small amount of what I was assuming was his precum. Even though it
was freaking me the fuck out, I couldn't help but feel wonderful,
comforted, desired. I felt more movement. Dad's strong muscular arm
descended lower on my body. It landed directly in my pubic hair and
continued to caress me while the thrusts continued in their slow, forceful
fashion.

After a few moments of stroking the, admittedly small, patch of pubic hair
that I had, Dad thrust his hips yet again and his hand slid down a couple
more inches and landed on my own raging erection. Time stopped as he
grabbed onto my own throbbing member. I couldn't help myself and a loud
gasp escaped my mouth. Except, time didn't stop. Dad had stopped
thrusting. He'd stopped clutching my arse cheek. He'd stopped kissing the
back of my neck.

"Rach?" He croaked, quiet as anything.

"Dad?"

"Holy fuck! Ryan!" His hand flew off my cock and his dick whipped out from
between my cheeks. He jumped out of the bed, taking the duvet with him. I
was just laid on my side, as naked as the day I was born. Realising that I
was hard as a rock, I quickly tried to cover myself and to gain some form
of modesty, but my situation was kinda exposed.

"Uh" I grunted.

"Fuck! I'm so sorry, kid. I'm so sorry. I didn't realise. I forgot you were
in my bed, I'm so used to Rachel being here that I didn't realise that it
was you. I'm so sorry." He stood at the other side of the bed, using the
duvet to cover himself. He was tenting through the duvet, so it wasn't
really helping much, but I guess it made him feel better.  "Oh fuck. I
can't believe I did that, I don't know if I can apologise enough. I'm so
sorry, Ryan"

He was in a state of shock. He was babbling over and over again. I kinda
just ignored him while I stood up and and bent over to pick up my shorts
and shirt. I wasn't gonna put the shirt on. It was covered in our dried cum
from the night before. As I was bent over for that split second, picking up
my clothes, I noticed that Dad had gone quiet. I quickly put my shorts on
that I was wearing the night before and turned round to him. Dad had been
staring directly at my crotch. But then... I realised. I'd been bent over,
indirectly showing him my arse, when he'd gone quiet.

"It's alright, Dad"

"No, no it's not. It's fucked up. I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you
somehow. I'm sorry... I just get kinda carried away in the mornings." And
at nights, I remembered about the camping trip, where he'd got horny in his
sleep and dry humped my arse and came all over me. "I went too far. I'm so
sorry. Do you think you can forgive me?"

"Uh..." Then I remembered the one thing I'd wanted in a long time. "If you
wanna make it up to me, there's something I want. I was gonna ask for it
for my birthday or something, but..."

"Yes! Anything, new PC parts? New trainers? Leeds Festival tickets? Name
it" He had a look of relief on his face as he loosened up and his grip of
the duvet loosened and began to show the top of his pubic mound.

"A good pair of noise cancelling headphones?" He looked confused. "You and
Rachel... you get kinda loud"

"Oh shit! Yes! Of course. Yes. Wait, you can hear us? I thought we were
trying to be quiet." He laughed, I think the awkwardness had dissipated
between us. I left his room and went to my own to grab some new clothes
before I hopped in the shower. Before I'd even gone into the bathroom, I
stood in the hall, next to the closed door of Dad's bedroom and heard him
grunting. The familiar `Aw fuck's signalling that he'd just spilled a load
of cum all over himself. I chuckled to myself and I stepped in the
shower. Before I'd even thought about cleaning myself, I had something else
to take care of.

***

For the first time in so long, I wasn't being a moody little fucker. I was
relatively cheerful. Not because of waking up in Dad's arms, but because I
knew he freaked out when he realised he'd been feeling me up. It gave me
cause to realise that everything was in my head a little and I was just
over analysing things. I didn't really see much of Dad as he'd started
spending a lot more time at work, so we were just passing ships living in
the same house.

The rest of the summer passed as quickly as it began. With wild variations
to weather and not much to do. When September arrived, so did school. I was
in my final year of highschool and pressure to perform our final exams and
coursework would be upon us. I knew that it was gonna be important for me
to focus and make sure I got decent enough grades so I could study what I
wanted at sixth form.

For some reason, unbeknownst to me, there were a bunch of new people in my
year at school. I was seeing a bunch of new faces and at least two or three
times the first day, I thought I'd accidentally gone to the wrong school. I
know I'm an idiot at times, but that wasn't actually the case. There'd been
a closure of another school relatively close by and some of the students
moved to our school and some had gone elsewhere.

I'd started a new Media Studies course this year and one of the new guys
sat at the desks near me, Alex. He'd played Rugby Union at his old school
and was hoping to join the team this year. He was tall, but not as tall as
me. He was about 6'2" to my 6'5", roughly the same height difference
between me and my Dad. He was super broad as well, he constantly drank from
one of those water bottles that guys from the gym use to drink their
protein shakes from. He was actually pretty cool. After that first class
together, we started hanging out at school. Shooting the shit while waiting
for classes and stuff.

After a couple of weeks of hanging out at school, Alex asked if I wanted to
hang out after school. I was down, it was either that, or hang out in my
room and have to hear Dad and Rachel compete to see if they can outdo my
new headphones. Luckily, the last class of the day was PE and I always
brought a spare change of clothes. There's nothing worse than working up a
sweat in gym gear and having to put on a school uniform, just to go home
and get changed anyways. I sent a cursory text over to my Dad just to let
him know I was hanging out and we headed over to Alex's place.

"So this is it, Casa de Alex!" He said flamboyantly as we walked into his
bedroom. It was a typical teenage room. Clothes everywhere, posters of half
naked girls on the walls, the distinct smell of unwashed feet that seems to
follow every teenager around. "Sorry about the mess, man"

"Don't worry about it. It's pretty much the same as my room at home
anyways. Where are your parents anyways?" I asked as I sat down on his bed
as Alex rummaged through some of his drawers.

"Oh, they're out. They're always out. Working or some shit, I dunno" He
laughed. He had his back to me as he bent over slightly looking for
something.

"What are you even looking for?"

"This!" He turned round and held up a small bag with a giant grin on his
face. Weed.

"Oh... I've not smoked before"

"You're gonna love it! Really mellows you out, man. Nothin' better than
finishing school and just lazing out with a joint" He studied my face,
trying to see whether or not I was cool with what was happening. "I mean,
if you don't wanna, that's cool, I guess"

"No. Nah, it's fine. Why not? Might as well try it at least once, right?" I
wasn't really bothered about trying it out, but this guy was pretty cool
and we clicked pretty much instantly, I didn't really wanna get ostracised
at the beginning of the school year and stuff.

"Fuck yeah!" Alex jumped on the bed next to me and crossed his legs and
started rolling a joint. I watched as he got it all together, rolling the
roach, grinding the weed, carefully rolling everything together. All in
all, it took him about 5 minutes of rolling the damn thing before he was
ready to light it. I figured that the act of rolling it and being so
precise would have calmed someone down enough when they're stressed that
they might not even have needed to smoke it... But I didn't say anything. I
just listened as he told me what he was doing and why he was doing it.

"Ok, so I've never smoked anything before, what do I do?"

"I'll show you." Alex put the joint to his lips and lit the thing. He told
me to inhale deeply, hold it and then exhale.

Needless to say, I nearly coughed up a lung after the first time, to
rapturous laughter from Alex.

"Holy shit, that is the funniest first time I've ever seen."

"Fuck off!" I said passing it back to him and punching him in the
arm. "Where'd you even get this stuff anyways?"

"My brother. Drew and I used to smoke together before he went off to
Uni. Hooks me up every now and then. I'm gonna be a bit hard up now that
he's gone for a while though" Alex looked wistful as he took another drag
and passed it over.

"Well that sucks" I took my second try, luckily I didn't make a complete
fool of myself, but I was definitely feeling the effects. Whereas I'd been
drunk a bunch of times before, the headiness of smoking weed felt
completely different to that.

"Yeah, he's like my best friend. We did everything together"

"Everything?"

"Everything."

"What do you mean, everything?" I didn't know, I never had any brothers or
sisters. It was pretty lonely, I guess. I stopped hanging on every word my
Dad said a couple of years ago and retreated into myself and relished my
own space. I couldn't exactly imagine doing stuff with someone all the
time.

"Well, we'd hang out at weekends, we'd go clothes shopping together, he'd
tell me what I couldn't wear unless I wanted a beating at school, he'd help
me with homework and shit. We game together, he hooked me on some of my
favourite bands, he took me to parties, he was even there when..." Alex
went quiet. His eyes looked like they were slightly glassy but he had a
smirk on his face

"When what?"

"Nah, it's alright"

"Don't be a dick and leave me hanging like that!" I pleaded as I took
another small drag and passed it over back to Alex.

"He... He was..." He took a drag. I think he was trying to muster up the
courage to come clean. I was just in suspense. "He was there when I lost my
virginity."

"Whoa."

"Yup."

"How'd that come about?"

"Uh, He took me to a party that he and all his friends were at. There was
this girl that he'd been seeing there. They kinda went missing half way
through the whole thing. I went looking for them. I found them in one of
the bedrooms just as he was finishing fucking her." He kept the joint in
his mouth as he rearranged his crotch in his gym shorts. "He told me to
come in and close the door. He whispered to her and she giggled and
nodded. He got up, stark bollock naked and brought me over to her as she
was lying on the bed. Told me that today is the big day and that his girl
is gonna be my first."

"Wow. You fucked her?"

"Yeah" He grinned as he finished up the last of the joint and stubbed it
out in the ashtray. "It was fucking awesome. I was being told what to do,
when to go in deep, when to speed up. It was weird... but it was
amazing. Drew just sat in the corner and gave me pointers"

"Damn. I'm kinda jealous"

"Well, it was only one time. I don't even know if she remembered the next
day. I haven't done anything with a girl since. What about you?"

"I ain't done shit" I grunted. "I mean, I got a couple of handies, but
that's about it"

"I'd kill for a handy right about now" He groped his crotch. "Weed normally
makes me super horny, y'know?"

"Nah, I don't know. I'm just horny all the time anyways" I laughed.

"You ever wank off with another bud?"

"Uh" I looked directly at his face. Wondering where this was going. In the
back of my mind, I knew completely where this was going. "Kinda, once"

"You wanna do it now? I haven't gotten off all day and I won't be able to
focus unless I blow or something"

"Uh, you won't tell anyone?"

"Why the fuck would I tell anyone? I'd be telling people that I wanked off
with another dude" He had a point.

"You got stuff to watch?"

"Hell yeah!" He grabbed his laptop and put it between us. Immediately he
was scrolling through folder of stuff that he'd downloaded and picked a
video. Almost immediately he put on a gang bang scene where one blonde was
surrounded by a bunch of well hung black guys. Definitely not the sort of
stuff I'd whack off to.

"So... Do we just whip it out?" I asked, not really trusting myself to go
first, fearing that this was some sort of trick. He didn't really say
anything. He just pulled his waistband down and fished out his hard cock
and fuzzy balls. At that moment, I felt sorta bad, I was rock hard but my
piece was a lot bigger than his. I knew I had at least an inch, maybe an
inch and a half of length on him. But I also had the girth. His cock was a
lot thinner than mine. But, in for a penny...

"Ok, here goes" I mumbled. I whipped out my own meat and made sure my balls
hung free too.

"Dude! You're packing heat!"

"Fuck off! Watch the video, not me." I laughed. We both started slowly
stroking ourselves to the video of the small petite blonde being massacred
by a bunch of fucking huge cocks. He was being railed constantly. I bet she
had trouble walking the next day after that.

Not much was being said, Alex was casually scrolling through the video to
get to the parts he liked. Out of an 50 minute video, we saw maybe 5
minutes? When he'd got bored of it, he started scrolling through his
collection and picked another video. This time it was a red headed girl,
with a decent pair, and a couple of guys, one with brown hair and one with
blond.

"Now this is one of my favourites" Alex said as he scrolled to the midpoint
of the video. He'd skipped the `pointless' foreplay as he said and got
straight into the fucking. The red head was in the middle of these two
guys, being fucked on all fours while gingerly sucking the other
guy. Before long, the guy who was being sucked moved over and started
fucking the girl. The blond guy stayed there and started to rub his back.

I looked over at Alex and he had a grin on his face. I was still slowly
stroking myself, but Alex had fully stopped. He just laid next to me with
his hard cock, bouncing along with every heartbeat.  I glanced back at the
video and saw that the two guys were now kissing. Whoa. I hadn't signed up
for this. I'd definitely not seen anything like this in porn. If anything,
I still tried to stay away from having too many guys in porn as it is.

The video took a turn. The brown haired guy stopped fucking the girl and
pulled his cock out. The very friendly blond guy sunk down to his knees and
started sucking on the cock in front of him. Whoa. Uh, what the fuck am I
watching? I began to shift a bit, feeling slightly uncomfortable with what
was transpiring. I glanced back over to Alex and he'd started slowly
stroking again. Biting down on his lip as one hand held onto his balls and
the other slowly stroked his foreskin over his bulbous head. I didn't want
to watch two guys hooking up in front of me. It wasn't that it disgusted
me, in fact... No. I just didn't want to see it in front of my face.

I decided to close my eyes and stroke my cock, bring myself off and just be
done with it. This was getting a little bit too weird for me. I picked up
speed on wanking myself, hearing in the background the grunts of the guys
who were still messing around, apparently. The girl was cheering them on
beside them. That made it kinda hard to focus on myself. Normally, when I
put my mind to it, I could bring myself off within a few minutes, but after
a couple of minutes of stroking quickly with my eyes closed, I wasn't
anywhere close. Maybe it was just the new environment. Maybe it was just
the fact I was laid next to a buddy. Maybe it was...

I felt something new. Something unbelievably warm on the head of my cock. I
slowed down my stroking and shivered as the warmth engulfed the whole
head. I gingerly opened my eyes and saw that Alex had leant over and had my
cock in his mouth.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" I yelled out.

"What? Doesn't it feel good?"

"What the fuck are you doing?!" I'd let go of my cock in shock and Alex had
grabbed it by the base.

"You said you've only had a handy before, and I thought maybe..." Alex
didn't finish his sentence. He licked the head of my cock and took it back
into his mouth. I was freaking again, which seems to be a common occurrence
for me these days. I couldn't deny how amazing it felt though. His mouth
was warmer than I'd ever felt before, the wetness of his tongue that was
slipping up and down the length of my shaft was insane.

"Alex, come on man, you should stop" I mumbled. I don't think I sounded too
convincing. Evidently, neither did Alex as he didn't stop. He just started
to take me deeper into his mouth. I relaxed into the bed and all the
tension in my body just floated away. I felt transcendent. I don't think I
could have stopped him at this point even if I wanted to.

Alex's hand at the base of my cock stayed firmly in place while his left
hand reached over and took hold of my balls, lightly stroking them as his
head slowly bobbed on the top three quarters of my dick. His lips rose to
the head of my cock and I heard him inhale deeply for a moment and then I
felt it. His lips sank down past the halfway point of my dick, past the
three quarter mark and then... The most amazing feeling I'd ever had in my
entire life. Alex's hand moved and were quickly replaced by his lips. The
head of my cock was suddenly engulfed in the tightest space I'd ever
encountered. His throat muscles were massaging my cock head amazingly. I'd
gasped audibly when I felt it. This... This is what I wanted. I never
wanted it to stop. I didn't care how the fuck it happened again, but in
this moment, I wanted more. Alex spluttered around my cock and quickly
removed my cock from his gullet, gasping for air.

"How was that?"

"Don't stop man, I was almost there" I panted and Alex grinned and dove
back on my cock. He'd picked up speed and was heading straight for the
goal. I just laid back and enjoyed the ride. This is something that I could
definitely get used to. Alex had started to bob down on my rock hard prick
and went the full length every time, allowing my cock to enter his throat
and then be ripped from that amazing cavern, only to be reintroduced to it
moments later. I couldn't believe how amazing this felt. I'd heard stuff
about it before and I loved wanking myself but this was inexplicable.

My legs were twitching, I could feel my balls, in Alex's hand, pull up. The
moment had arrived. I was almost there.

"Aw fuck, aw fuck. You're gonna make me cum, get off me, you're gonna make
me cum" Alex kept at the exact same pace and didn't look like he was
bracing himself to get off. "Seriously dude, you're gonna, you're gonna...

"AW FUCK!"

Alex held his head down at the base of my cock as my legs jerked and I
leant up. My hands trying to pull his head off my cock. But it was too
late. My cock throbbed and pulsed out my teenaged load directly into his
throat. I was making ungodly grunts, I couldn't help myself. I felt like I
had cummed my brains out through my cock. My legs were twitching
involuntarily.

After I'd stopped twitching and I'd relaxed back onto the bed, panting,
gasping for air.

"Whoa. That was... Whoa"

"Yeah?" Alex had let go of my cock now, and slapped my stomach as he
returned to his previous position. He started stroking his cock super
fast. My own cock was laid, deflating and super wet, but not a drop of cum
was to be seen. I didn't know what to do. The video was still playing but
I'd barely noticed it while Alex was servicing me. Should I return the
favour? Should I at least give him a hand. I didn't really want to. I just
wanted to fall asleep at this point, I was completely spent.

Luckily, it didn't matter. Within a few moments of returning to his own
cock, Alex was spewing his own load over his stomach. When the final drops
had been extracted, Alex just started laughing.

"Sorry man, I couldn't help myself." Alex chuckled.

"Uh"

"Don't worry about it. I ain't gonna tell anyone. Just helping a bud out,
y'know?"

"Yeah, I guess" I mumbled as I started to stuff my softened cock back in my
underwear, a little weirded out by the fact that it was pretty moist. I
don't think I've ever had anything but water and cum on my cock before.

Things went back to normal after we'd blown our loads. Alex rolled another
joint and we didn't mention anything about it. We spent the evening hanging
out, smoking, watching YouTube videos and such.

***

I'd left Alex's place and walked home. It was only a 30 minute walk, but I
was glad. I needed to figure some things out. I was still elated by how
good the blowjob felt, but it was from another guy. Alex was good looking
but he was a guy. I wasn't even attracted to him? Was I? I liked girls. I
still fantasised about girls... Most of the time anyways. Sometimes my Dad
crept up in my thoughts. But that was normal right? He was this big strong
dude that I admired so much. It's normal to think of him like
that... right?

I hadn't figured out anything by the time I'd got back to my house. My cock
was still throbbing from it's attention earlier and I was just as
confused. The house, though, the house was pitch black. I could hear some
grunts and whines coming from the living but the lights were all out. I
instantly assumed that Dad and Rachel were fucking somewhere in the house,
not expecting that I'd be returning so soon.

"Ryan?"

"Dad?" His voice came from the living room. I turned the corner and saw him
dimly lit sat on the sofa. He was half dressed and surrounded by beer
cans. His face struck with fresh tear marks, he looked devastated. "What's
wrong? What's happened?"

"It's Rach." He snorted and tears started running down his face before
getting lost in his usual five day stubble. "I think. I think she's
cheating on me" I walked over and sat beside him. He instantly cuddled up
to me and began crying on my shoulder. I hugged him tightly trying to
soothe him and make him feel better. No one ever likes to see a man
cry. But, he'd done a ton of stuff for me, so I wasn't going to abandon him
right now. My hands just held onto his naked back.

He'd gotten a little too heavy for me to hold up and we gently slid down
the sofa so that I was on my back and Dad was laid on my stomach. His tears
had penetrated through my shirt and I was feeling them directly on my
skin. His sobbing hadn't let up. He'd just cried in my arms while I tried
to soothe him. After about twenty minutes of him just laid on my chest, he
calmed down a bit. He was still shedding tears, but he wasn't completely
beside himself.

"I'm sorry, Ryan." Dad lifted his face from my shoulder and moved up so
that his rough, bristled cheek rested on mine. He held me tightly. "Thank
you for being here with me."

"Any time, Dad. I'll always be here for you. You should have called me"

"Yeah." He mumbled. Dad moved his face from my cheek and looked at me from
above. "You're a good kid, Ryan"

His face was only a couple of inches away from mine. I felt a tear drop on
my cheek, but I don't think Dad noticed. He was too busy looking at me
directly in the eyes. I felt uncomfortable with this eye contact, but I
wanted to make sure he knew I was here for him, so I kept it up. Dad's face
inched closer to mine, his swollen eyes closing. His lips met mine.

Instinct took over and I parted my lips and closed my eyes. Tender, slight
kisses were being shared between us. The bristles on my face shocked me. It
hit me. Dad was fucking kissing me. I didn't want to run though, I wanted
to be here more than anything. I was boned up and Dad's weight on me turned
me on more than ever. I felt Dad's tongue brush against my lips, snaking
through slightly, as if it was trying to see if my tongue was ready to
join. It was. My tongue reached out and began to dance alongside my
Dad's. And then suddenly, it was gone.

Dad had jumped up in a startled fright. He wasn't laid on me any more. He'd
got to his feet, stumbled and walked out of the living room. I sat up and
expected to hear his heavy footsteps on the stairs, but instead I heard the
front door open and slam shut. I ran after him, but I couldn't see where
he'd gone.

Dad had left. He just walked away. He'd kissed me and walked out.

Fuck.