Date: Fri, 05 Jul 2019 18:49:47 +0000 From: blantonbloomer Subject: AC AC by Blanton Bloomer For as long as I could remember, I'd been attracted to men. It would have been more normal for me to find other guys my age attractive, especially since I was turning eighteen in just a few short months, but that wasn't the case for me. I was attracted to older men. I was too shy for the whole online thing, and I hadn't experienced anything other than a hand job from a neighborhood friend that wasn't into it enough to do it again. And that made living with my dad hard, pun intended. My father was a beefy man. The epitome of tall, dark and handsome. My mom had ran out on him when I was still a baby, and he worked really hard to take care of us all by himself. It wasn't easy, but I suppose someone had to do it. Jackson Crane was no exception. For all my younger years, he was the model father. Attentive, encouraging, sympathetic. It wasn't until a little before my eighteenth birthday that things started to change for him. He was working really hard hours, staying late to get all of his work done, and he was drinking a lot more. He'd always enjoyed a drink here a there, a beer or two for the really tough days, but lately every day was one of those days, and he was crushing four to eight beers a night. It was one of those nights when things turned. I had gotten home from school around my usual time, and was relaxing in bed in my room. I was a notorious napper, so eventually I slumbered off to sleep. I woke up to a raging hard on tenting my boxers. It was hotter than hell in my room, and I was starting to sweat as I woke. After teasing myself with a few quick squeezes of my cock, I got out of bed and made my way down the hall to where the thermostat was. I scoffed and rolled my eyes, it was fucking up again, something Dad was getting really annoyed with lately. The man loved his ac, and he let you know when he wasn't happy with its performance. I returned to my room, pulled on my backwards cap lying nearby, and proceeded to change into a basic t-shirt and just my boxers. Dad never had a problem with me hanging out in my underwear, and one day I was just hoping he'd join me so I could finally make out his bulge. I barely had time to turn my Nintendo Switch on when I heard the front door slam open, and I sighed. Dad had stopped for some beers before heading home. That meant it was definitely a pizza on the couch kind of night. I played a few matches of my fighting game before the pizza came, as I smelt it before Dad even called me to the living room. Only this time, he hadn't even called me. I sighed, he must really be in a mood. I played a couple more matches before I headed out of my room and into the living room. The pizza box was laying wide open, a few pieces missing. And there was Dad, legs sprawled out from the couch as he downed another beer. I looked over and he had already downed a six pack, not even counting however many beers he'd drank before heading home. Dad was definitely in no mood for the ac. As I put a few pieces of pizza on a paper plate from the cupboard, I saw Dad wipe his forehead annoyingly. "Damn, is it hot in here." He said, grunting as he smudged the sweat off his hand on onto his suit. Dad did big business in distribution, which made him always wear a suit. Not that I was complaining. He had his standard navy pants and navy sports coat, a white shirt that was staining with sweat, and his navy tie tossed over his shoulder. "You haven't checked the ac have you?" "Yeah," I replied back cautiously. "I think it's messing up again." "Son of a bitch," Dad growled. "Will you hand me another beer on your way over, son?" To my surprise, there was another six pack in the fridge. Dad never bought more than one six pack before. Damn, he really was having a bad day. "Sure, Dad." I walked over to the couch and handed him his beer. I sat down quietly as he opened the beverage and took a massive swig out of it. I saw out of the corner of my eye that Dad was pawing at his crotch, and I started to get hard. Thankfully, it was easy to hide any boner underneath my plate. After I finished eating, Dad asked, "You want me to put on a movie or something?" I replied with, "Sure," and he nodded before picking some random movie on Netflix that he thought would entertain the both of us. A little bit into the movie, Dad was clearly feeling the alcohol. He kept smoothing our the fabric around his crotch and grunting and moaning. It was clear he was feeling some type of way. He opened up his arms, catching my attention. "Come here," he said lightly, a playfulness to his tone that I couldn't quite get a read on. Ultimately, I cozied up to him, my head on his chest and my hand on his stomach. He seemed to be liking the human contact, and maybe that's all he was looking for, but then something shifted. He placed his hand on top of mine, smoothing a finger out over my knuckles back and forth until he spoke. "You've grown into such a handsome man, Aiden." He was definitely drunk, just by the way he talked "Thanks, Dad." I smiled back. I was getting nervous, because I was starting to get hard again and my legs were already draped on him. If I got too hard, there was no way he would notice and I wasn't sure how he's react to his son popping a boner just by cuddling him. He started stroking my back, going all the way down to the band of my boxers, and I was getting harder by the second. Thank God he couldn't see my face because I was wincing as my dick reached its full hardness, and it was clearly pressed against his thigh. There was no denying how his touch was affecting me. "I know I've been a little off lately, but it's because there's something I need," I resisted the urge to moan as he let his hand roam across my ass once before going back up and massaging my back. "Something I've noticed you might have an interest in as well." I didn't say anything, I was too shell shocked. Was my Dad actually saying what I was thinking he was, what I'd always sort of hoped he would say? I didn't have to wait long for an answer, because the hand he hand on mine grasped my smaller one swiftly and placed it on his growing dick. Instinctively, I gripped at it, and Dad moaned loudly into the room. "That's what I thought," he grunted, his hips lifting off the couch to thrust into my hand. "Help Daddy with his big problem." Out of pure need at having my wildest fantasy come true, I inched my face closer to the bulge of been lusting after ever since hitting puberty. I rubbed my face against the noticeable hardness there, and Dad kept bucking against my skin, all while his other hand grabbed at my ass like it was his salvation. "Undo my pants, Aiden. Now." He said it with such a mix of sternness and lust that I could have cum right then and there. But I did as I was told, getting his pants unbuttoned and his zipper down as fast as I could with my limited positioning, making sure my ass was still in range for Dad to paw at. Seeing his cock in nothing but his boxer briefs excited me even more. Than was only a thin layer of fabric separating me and the cock that had made me, and I was hotter than ever to have it in my mouth. Without waiting for his command, I pulled back his underwear until his dick was free of any other obstructions. He gasped, surprised by my eagerness I guess, and he mewled against my touch as I started stroking his dick. "Does that feel good, Dad?" "Aww, son. It feels so fucking good!" I slapped his cock against my face for good measure, looking back up at him as he moaned. "I know what'll feel even better." And then I sucked his cock into my mouth. Dad's reaction to his son sucking his cock was even better than I could have expected. What he lacked in length, he certainly made up for in girth, giving me a fat, thick cock to stretch my throat for the first time. Dad was spewing out all kinds of things encouraging me. "Fucking hell! Suck that cock, Aiden. Suck your dad's fat cock. Such a sweet hot mouth, son of a bitch." To name a few. I kept whining around his dick, something I learned that was really getting him there. I gagged a few times when he kept pressing my head down, but that stopped once his hands turned their attention back to my ass, where he used both hands to rip open my underwear. I moaned around his dick in shock, but the sound was quickly replaced with moans of pleasure as he put one hand back on the back of my head, and using the other to rub my butthole. His middle finger kept prodding my tight puckered hole over and over, and if he kept it up, I was going to explode. "Yeah, you like that? You like Daddy playing with your hole while you suck his cock?" I answered by taking his cock all the way down my throat before nodding, his moans turning into small laughter. "Fuck, I can't wait to wreck this hole, baby." He started pistoning his middle finger in and out of my butthole, and I whined ever more around his dick. All too suddenly, Dad motioned for me to stop sucking and I lifted off of him. Dad told me to sit back on the couch and spread my legs as he got up. It wasn't long until he was on the floor, on his knees in between my legs practically ripping the rest of my underwear off. I was just moaning until he gave my dick a few good strokes, staring up at me with a devilish grin before he took me in his mouth, all the way down in one engulf. I grunted super loud, and Dad kept bobbing up and down on my dick for a good while. I was surprisingly keeping myself from cumming, probably because he didn't suck me for too long. I think he just wanted to give me back some of what I had given him. "It's time, boy." He grunted wildly as he actually ripped what was left of my underwear off, making me yelp in surprise. Dad was about to fuck me, and my hole quivered just thinking about it. He lifted up my legs and told me to hold them up, and when I did, he was presented with my tight virgin hole. "All mine." Dad leaned down to my butthole, spit on it, and then lined up his dick until I felt his wet head pressed up against me. He locked eyes with me, just staring at me for a second. "Do it," I told him. "Fuck me." He didn't need to be told twice. He began the process of shoving his head past my entrance, and I grimaced at the pain. I'd experimented with toys, but nothing could really prepare you for the real thing. The crazy thing was though, that even though it hurt, it hurt in the best way possible. He didn't stop pressing himself into me until he was all the way inside, until I could feel his curling pubes resting against my ass. "That's my cock throbbing inside you, babe." "Give it to me, Dad." I moaned. "Give your boy that fat cock." The dirty talk was just coming to me, and I wasn't sure where it was coming from, but Dad sure seemed to like it. He started pulling all the way out before slamming his thick cock all the way back in, with barely any time in between his thrusts. He was fucking me hard and rough, and it was making me leak pre-cum. "You like that fucking cock, don't you?" "Yes!" I said between my whimpers, which was making his dick throb even more inside me as I matched each whine with his thrusts. "I need it." "Are you my little cock whore?" "Yes Daddy, I love your cock!" His bulbous head kept brushing against my prostate, and I was full on groaning around his dick. "Fucking take that dick." "Dad! Ungh I think I'm cumming!" "Cum for me, son. Let me see you shoot while you take your dad's cock." I mewled out my climax, thick ropes of cum spewing from my cock and coating my stomach. My ass inadvertently clamped down on Dad's cock, as he started to thrust into me harder and groan louder. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum! Take my load, boy! Oh fuck, here it comes!" I whined with every final thrust that Dad gave me, all while his load flooded into my ass. My hands were grabbing at his chest while he came, clutching at his suit's fabric. Once he was done, he slid his cock out of my, tapping my hole with his semi hard dick. "Fuck, did I need that." He left me there with a used hole, and a puddle of cum on my stomach, wondering if it was ever going to happen again. Maybe the AC needed to break more often.