Date: Tue, 24 Dec 2013 09:36:19 -0600 From: Jim 002 Subject: Dad's New Bride Dad's New Bride By jim002@outlook.com Copyright 2013 by jim002@outlook.com This story is complete fiction. None of the characters are based on real people. Please donate to nifty so you can continue to read stories like this. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html One I was sitting in History class trying to stay awake. The principal, Mrs. Adams walked in and spoke softly to Mr. Taylor, the teacher. "Tommy Kovac, please come with me," she said. "Gotcha!" someone said. People started laughing and making comments about it. "I'll visit you in prison!" someone else said. "Quiet, please," Mr. Taylor said, as I got up and followed Mrs. Adams out of the classroom. I closed the door behind me. "Your father called. Your grandmother is quite sick. He wants you to have a chance to speak to her, in case.well." "Thanks, Mrs. Adams." I figured it was a lie. My mom left us when I was a baby. I didn't know if she or her mother were still alive. Dad never spoke to his mother. I was secretly excited. Dad had been gone for days. He had just gotten back and he needed me. Dad is a trucker. He had been on the road four days and I missed him terribly. He was supposed to have been home the night before, but he got delayed. He still wasn't home when I left for school. I got a couple of books out of my locker. Then I walked outside and saw Dad in our pickup truck. I ran to the truck and jumped in. Dad was unbuttoning his shirt. He turned and grinned at me. God, he looked good. He hadn't shaved in a few days and had lots of stubble on his face. I liked that look. His shirt was open so I could see the black fur on his chest. He knew how his hairy chest affected me. I glanced at his crotch and saw the outline of his erect cock. I reached over and rubbed it as Dad drove off. "I missed you so much, boy." "I missed you. Just talking on the phone isn't enough. I can't wait until graduation and I can go on the road with you. I hate sleeping alone. I hate it!" "Me, too. I never wake up to a blowjob." "You better not!" Dad laughed. "I missed you so much, Dad. Last night, I couldn't help it. I started crying after you called and said you would be late." "Oh, baby." Dad took my hand and kissed it. "Well, you have plenty of pictures of me and my cock," he told me. "I don't want pictures. I want the real thing." He smiled at me. "I know. I missed you just as much." I really doubted that. I knew Dad loved me and had fun with me, but I was madly in love with him. I wasn't quite sure if he loved me the same way. Romantically. We were heading home. I stopped rubbing Dad. I didn't want him to come too quickly, and when he came, I wanted his dick to be in my mouth. I was addicted to the taste of his semen. I felt his chest and belly. I felt his nipple harden. He sighed as I felt his body. He groaned when I pulled on one of his nipples. "Yeah. About that. About going on the road with me." I panicked. Had Dad changed his mind about me going with him after I graduated? Was Dad going to try to convince me to go to college? I didn't want to be away from him. My mouth went dry. "Once the two of us are spending time on the road, that house is going to be empty a lot of the time." I breathed a sigh of relief. He still wanted me with him. Dad gets really horny on the road. Once I began going with him, I planned to keep him satisfied while he is driving. "So you think we should sell it?" 'Yeah. We can get an apartment." "That sounds fine, Dad. I won't have to keep mowing the yard." "Right! So you are OK with that?" "Sure, Dad. As long as I am with you, everything else is unimportant. You know that. You are my whole life. When you are gone, I spend all my time thinking about you." "You are always gonna have me, boy. I'll tell you this and I swear it's the truth. I thank the Lord every day that you had the guts to tell me what you needed and I had the guts to give it to you. We make each other happy and keep each other satisfied. You make me happier than I have ever been in my life. I love you, boy. I love you with my whole heart." I smiled at him. I remembered our first time. It was on my sixteenth birthday. Dad kept telling me he wanted to give me something special and kept asking what I really wanted. He had let me have a couple of beers. I would never have had the nerve to tell him what I wanted otherwise. "Dad, I'm gay," I told him first. I watched Dad's face drop. It felt like a knife wound. Or what I figured what one would feel like. "OK. If you thought I wouldn't love you, you were wrong." "Thanks, Dad. The thing is, there is only one man for me. I can't have him, so I guess I will die a virgin. Maybe it doesn't matter. Anyway, he is what I want more than anything. He is all I want, but I can't have him." "Why? Is he older?" "Yes." "Is he one of your teachers or a coach?" I sighed. "No." "Who, then." I couldn't admit it was him. "It doesn't matter." "You don't mean me, do you?" I clinched my eyes shut as tears forced their way out. After a moment, Dad wiped my cheeks with his thumbs. "It's all right, Tommy. I won't pretend I'm not shocked, but it's all right." I opened my eyes and looked at him. "You love me." I nodded. "More than anyone else. The idea of any other man inside me makes me sick. I know you are the only man who should ever have me." "Well, to tell you the truth, the idea of another man inside my son makes me sick, too. I don't like that idea one bit." Dad hugged me. He pulled my head against his chest. "Well, you won't have to worry about that, Dad. It will never happen. There really is only one man for me." "I love you so much, Tommy. I never thought about you that way, but that kind of thing happens a lot. I even know a guy, Doug who gets sucked all the time by his son, Jerry. He's a trucker, too. Doug takes his son on the road with him and Jerry keeps him happy. Doug shoots two or three times a day into his son. I saw them Tuesday, as a matter of fact." "Really?" That was what I wanted. I wanted to suck Dad every day. Whenever I jacked off, that's what I thought about. "Yup. He even offered to let me watch sometime. I thought about it. It sounded so kinky. But I chickened out." I looked up at him and he smiled. "Is it just sex that you want from me?" "No. Dad. I love you. I'm in love with you. I don't ever want to leave home. I want to stay with you." "In love, huh?" I nodded. "You don't want to try to meet someone your own age?" "Like I said, the idea of any other man." "Yeah. Scratch that." "Are you going to want me to move someday?" "No. I will understand if you do want to move, but I won't ever make you leave. Especially now. I'm guessing that you don't want me to ever marry. I sighed. "I do. I just wish." "What?" "Nothing." Dad frowned. Then he asked, "You wish it was you?" I thought he was making fun of me. My eyes began dripping again. "It's OK, baby. To tell you the truth, I would rather spend time with you than with a woman. I love spending time with you. There is no one I would rather be with. But I miss sex. Maybe it will work. I'm willing to give it a try. You said you wanted it more than anything, and I want to give you what you want. Doug told me he felt funny the first time he and his son did it, but afterwards, they were both so happy, he thought, why stop? Why don't you unwrap your gift?" He looked down at his crotch and I looked at him. "Are you serious?" "Yes. To tell you the truth, I kind of like the idea of us providing what the other needs. I know for sure I don't want any other man fucking you. If you caught a disease from him, I would have to kill him. If you need to get fucked, I think I need to be the man who does it." I knelt, undid his pants, and his big cock flopped out. He was almost completely hard. It was love at first sight. "Oh, Dad!" I looked up at him and he was grinning at me. I loved his cock and I could tell that made Dad happy. "I'm glad you're not disappointed." "I have trouble imagining you ever disappointing anyone." I looked at his cock. "You are uncircumcised." "Yeah. Does that bother you?" "God, no! I love it! Why did you have me circumcised?" "Your mother wanted it." I took him in my mouth and sucked him. I doubt I was very good at it, but soon he said, "I'm close. I'm going to come. Oh, fuck! If you don't want a mouthful of cum, you better stop!" But that was exactly what I wanted and he came in my mouth. When the first spurt of cum hit the back of my mouth, I came in my pants. He let me play with 'my gift' all evening. In fact, he took his pants off and didn't wear any all evening, just a shirt. He said they were just getting in my way. He seemed to enjoy it as much as I did. He didn't act the slightest bit uncomfortable about it. In fact, he seemed as happy as I was. Whenever I reached for his cock, he smiled. Later in the evening, I wiped some frosting from my cake on his cock. "Are you going to blow out that big candle?" he asked me. I smiled and began licking the frosting off. "Oh, son. That's nice. That's really nice." I watched his face as I licked him clean. He began moaning and I loved hearing him do that. Dad fucked me that night in his bed while he jacked me off. We both came at the same time. I made Dad come four times that night. He told me the next day he had never come more than twice in a day before. I was proud of that. "Do you want to start sleeping with me?" "Do you mean it?" "Yes." "You liked it?" Dad laughed. "Didn't I give you that impression? I thought all my orgasms and the grin stretching from ear to ear would have clued you in." "I thought it was just for my birthday." "It doesn't have to be. I had a great time. I could tell you did, too. For the first time in my life, I had as much sex as I wanted." I smiled at him. "Just wait until tomorrow night!" He grinned. "I can't wait! You said you wanted me. Well, you got your wish." "Oh, Dad!" "Did it bother you, getting my cum in your mouth? I felt a little weird about doing that." I laughed. "I've wanted to eat your cum for at least four years." "No shit?" "Yeah. Do you think it makes me weird?" I asked him. "I think it makes me weirder." "What do you mean?" "I said I felt a little weird doing it. That's because I really loved feeding it to you. I think I came harder because I knew I was feeding my son. Hearing you gulping it down was really hot." He rubbed my stomach. "You've got a lot of my spunk in there." "I want more tomorrow." "You are going to get it. As much as you want." I grinned and he chuckled. "Who knew making you happy could feel so good?" he asked me. Dad kissed me on the mouth. I felt his tongue and I opened my mouth. I groaned as his tongue entered my mouth. I could hardly believe we were French kissing. We both moaned as we kissed. And we kissed for a long time, which told me he loved it as much as I did. Then I fell asleep, happier than I had ever been. I had been sleeping in Dad's bed ever since. The next morning, I woke up before him and worried that he would change his mind. I began sucking him while he was still asleep. He woke up while I was sucking him. "I hope you wake me up like this every day," he said. I knew then that our relationship was permanent. I didn't have to worry about second thoughts. I smiled, remembering all that. We were almost home. "I didn't jack off on the road. I wanted to feed you a big load." I grinned and Dad laughed. "You sure like your daddy's sperm." "I love it! I keep telling you that you should taste it." "Nope. I wouldn't enjoy it as much as you do. I want you to have all of it. Your daddy's nuts work full-time for you." I smiled and reached over and rubbed Dad's belly. Then I slid my hand into his pants. He wasn't wearing underwear. "You are gonna get what you want very soon." "Now how do you know what I want?" I asked, grinning at him. "Cause you and I want the same thing. We want to get my cock inside you, and get the jizz out of my balls and into your stomach." "Mouth," I corrected. "I have to taste it." "I stand corrected." I chuckled. "Did you jack off thinking about me?" he asked me. "Ha ha ha." "We were on the phone for hours every day. Did you rub all the skin off it?" "Just the foreskin. It's completely gone!" We both laughed. We really did spend that much time talking. We talked about everything, anything, and nothing. He would read road signs to me and I would tell him what was on TV or read the newspaper to him. I needed to hear his voice. It didn't matter one bit what we talked about. His voice turned me on, so of course I stroked myself the whole time. I laughed. "Can I help it if your voice makes me horny? I wish we could talk dirty on the phone." "Well, school is out next month and we will be together." "I can't wait!" "Me, either! No more staying horny on the road." "Nope! I plan to take advantage of you. You will be stuck behind the wheel and unable to prevent my sexual advances." Dad grinned. "Like I ever did." I laughed. My hand was still in his pants. I ran my fingers through his thick pubic hair. I ran the fingers of my other hand through the hair on his chest. I unsnapped my seat belt and scooted over. I pulled his shirt out of the way and began sucking on one of his nipples. "Yes, baby. I love how hot you are for me." "I'm in lust and in love with you." "Don't I know it!" "I wish you were wearing less." Dad laughed. "You think I should have picked you up naked?" "Well, I would have enjoyed it." He laughed. I asked a question that was on my mind. "Do you think I'm too clingy? Too dependent on you?" "No. Because we talk so much?" "Well, yes. But everything, really. I know I don't act like most sons." "Well, I don't act like most fathers. If you are asking me if it bothers me that you want to be so close and need to listen to my voice when we are apart, the answer is no. When we are traveling together, we will be even closer. The only time we will be apart is when one of us is taking a dump. I'm looking forward to it. I know you worry about our relationship, but there really is nothing to worry about. I want to spend one hundred percent of my time with you. I don't have a life, aside from you and I am very, very happy. I worry about what will happen to you when I die, but hopefully, that is a long ways in the future. We don't act like other fathers and sons because we are lovers, too." I pulled off his nipple and took a hair out of my mouth. I loved how hairy he was. The only downside was that whenever my mouth was on him, I ended up with a mouthful of hair. Especially when I rimmed him. He loved getting rimmed and I loved doing it, but the hair around his ass seemed to come off easy. I wondered if it was because toilet paper damaged it. Anyway, it was worth it. Licking him was one of my favorite things, and it made his cock hard, no matter how many times I had made him come. I always made Dad come at least twice a day. Usually, his morning load went in my mouth. Sometimes the second one went in my ass. But he liked to pull out of my ass and come on my face. I liked that, too. I got to eat his semen off his fingers as he wiped me clean with them. Weekends, I had more time with him and could make him come three times. I sometimes made him come four times, but it was difficult to do. Most of the time I didn't even try for four. It took a long time and I didn't get much cum, just a sore jaw. Dad pulled into the garage and turned off the truck. As soon as the garage door was closed, he pulled my head to his and thrust his tongue into my mouth. We kissed in the garage for a long time. I caressed his head and cheek while we kissed. When we pulled apart, Dad reached over and pulled something out of the glove compartment. It was a small, navy-blue box. "I've got the impression that you feel you love me more than I love you." "No, Dad-" "Wait! I want you to know exactly how I feel about you. I think of you as my bride, Tommy." "You do?" "Yup. You are the love of my life. No one else even comes close. And the best part is the honeymoon never ends. We have as much sex now as we did two years ago when we started." I nodded. "We always will." He grinned. "No. We won't." "What do you mean?" "We will have more. We are going to be together all the time after graduation." It was true! "This is the first relationship I've been in where the lust didn't fade over time, and I owe it to you." Dad opened the box. There was a gold band in it. Tears formed in eyes again. "Oh, Daddy!" Dad took my hand and slid the gold band onto my finger. It fit. Then he showed me he had one on his hand, too. "This oughta tell you for sure how I feel. You are way more to me than just my son. You are also my lover and my best friend. But I want even more. I want you to be my spouse. " "It does tell me, Dad. It does! I can't believe it!" I looked at the ring. "I love you, baby. You know, your mother and I weren't married, so you are my first and only spouse." "Oh, Dad!" I started crying. "Come here, baby." He held me. "You are the perfect spouse, Tommy. I mean that. Every time we have sex, it is perfect. Every time we kiss, I hope the kiss will never end. When you look at me, you make me feel like the sexiest man in the world." I squeezed his erection. "You are!" "No one has ever wanted me as much as you do, and that makes me want you more than anyone. "Anyway, you're eighteen, now. You don't need a father so much. But you need a husband and I need you as my wife--my man- wife." I nodded. I looked at the ring and cried. "To everyone else, we will just be two married men. They may wonder who our wives are. But you and I will know the truth. We belong to each other, baby." Dad took my hand and placed it back on his erection. I squeezed his meaty rod. "Are you going to take care of your husband?" I grinned. "Always!" "I've even been trying to think of a way we could have a marriage ceremony." I grinned at him. "I want a big wedding with lots of people," I said, joking. "That might be a little difficult." We got out of the truck and walked to the door that led to the kitchen. Dad shocked the hell out of me by picking me up and carrying me into the house. I looked at him and he grinned. "Bride. Remember?" I smiled and nodded. I stroked his stubbly cheek and moustache as he unlocked the door. It would have been a lot easier if he wasn't carrying me, but I was very happy where I was. He got the door unlocked. I whispered "I love you," in his ear. He smiled. Dad put me down in the kitchen. He got out of his clothes and I did, too. When we were both naked, Dad picked me up again and carried me to bed. He put me down on our bed and then straddled me. "I think you need this," he said, offering me his erect cock. "And I need your mouth, baby. Suck." I pulled back the foreskin and licked the head. The flavor exploded in my mouth. After a couple of minutes, I swallowed a few inches of it and started sucking. "Just nurse on the head for a while. We have all day. Let's take it slow. Edge me for a little bit, baby. When I finally come, I want my balls to explode in your mouth." I took the head of his cock in my mouth. I licked at the underside of his cock head. Immediately, I felt his precum sliding down my tongue to collect at the back of my throat. I swallowed as more collected. Dad's precum is delicious. I love it even more than his thicker semen. I don't know if other men's precum tastes as good. I never plan to find out. I love it, though. "You look so hot like that, son, with your lips stretched around my stiff cock. It's perverted as hell, but it's hot as hell, too. You getting juice?" "Mmm mmm." "Good. My body is producing what my boy needs." Dad slowly stroked his shaft while I sucked on the head. He pulled out of my mouth. "I'll be right back." Dad got off the bed and came back as few seconds later with his phone. He got back in bed and straddled me again. I went back to sucking the head of his cock. He started taking pictures of me sucking him. "You love that big cock, don't you, baby?" My mouth was full or I would have screamed yes. "That big fella made you, son." I moaned around it. "Eighteen years ago, he squirted the spunk that made you. Today he is going to squirt the same stuff into your mouth, for you to enjoy." I moaned again. Dad knew how to make me hot, that's for sure. "Jack yourself off, son. Jack off while you suck your daddy." I stroked myself with one hand while I clutched Dad's balls with the other. "Can you feel how full those balls are? I haven't cum in four days. All that daddy milk is going in my baby's mouth. I'm going to feed my baby like a daddy should. Later, Daddy will fuck you, but I want your cunt to be clean. I want to pull out and then come in your mouth again. You will get two mouthfuls of your daddy's secret sauce." I thought about all the thick, white sperm that was in his wonderful balls. It would soon be in my stomach. It wasn't just me who wanted it there. Dad loved to feed me his cum. He liked to rub my stomach after he fed me. He told me once how happy it made him that I enjoyed eating eat it. No one else had ever wanted to eat his cum, and I loved the stuff. I was the first and only person to ever eat his semen, and I was happy about that. "You mind me taking you out of class?" he asked me. I laughed around his dick. He turned around. I looked at his hairy cheeks. I pulled them apart and admired his brown star. I leaned forward and licked it. He moaned. I began rimming him and he moaned the whole time. When I stopped to pull hair out of my mouth, he turned around and gave me his cock to suck again. I looked up at him. It looked like he was filming us on his phone. "You are so beautiful like that," he said. "I want pictures of my cum in your mouth before you swallow." He pulled out of my mouth and squeezed precum out of his cock. He wiped it on his fingers and gave them to me to suck, while he filmed it. "Finger-lickin' good," he said. I sucked for a while. He said he was close and turned around. I rimmed him, again. Then he turned back around and I went back to sucking on the head of his cock. My jaw started to get sore. I pulled off him. "Are you ready for lunch?" "Mouth sore?" "I need a short break." "Sure. Let's eat." We got out of bed and walked to the kitchen. "You look like you lost weight, Dad." Dad is six-one and normally weighs one eighty-five. He is definitely not fat and doesn't need to lose weight. "I skipped dinner a couple of times." I shook my head. Once I was travelling with him, I planned to make sure we ate healthy. I had made a roast the day before when I thought he would be that evening. I cut slices off it and made roast beef sandwiches for us. I put two slices of cheese and a lot of mayo on his. I didn't want him losing weight. We sat at the kitchen table and ate. I ate one handed and jacked him off with my other hand. Dad grinned at me. He swallowed. "Nice meat," he said. "Don't brag, Dad." He laughed and took another bite. I thought about the ring that was on the hand that was stroking him. Doug and Jerry would understand. Dad said Doug denied it, but Dad was sure Doug was in love with his son, and that Jerry was in love with him. Dad said he saw them holding hands once. I had never met them, but I was looking forward to it. They drove a route through the Carolinas and Georgia. They were always at a truck stop near Savannah on Tuesday nights. Dad told me they didn't look much alike. Doug was black and his wife was white. Jerry took after his mother. "Did you see Doug and Jerry?" I asked. Dad sighed. "Yeah." "And?" "They had been fighting." "Oh. What about?" "Doug and Jerry are both excited about meeting you. Jerry thinks Doug is a little too excited." "I don't get it." "I told you Doug wants the four of us to get together for sex. We'll watch them have sex and they'll watch us." "Yeah. I'm hoping it will make your dick even harder than usual." I grinned at Dad. I was really looking forward to watching Doug fuck Jerry. Dad had told me that Doug had a ten inch cock, at least according to Jerry. Dad hadn't seen it. I wanted to watch that big black dick slowly enter Jerry. Dad smiled. "Well-maybe I better back up. Jerry won't let Doug come in his mouth." "Oh. I guess that isn't that unusual," I said. "No. I would say it is very 'usual'. Anyway, Doug has been trying to get Jerry to let him. Jerry keeps saying it's disgusting. Doug wonders if it's his cum. Does it taste especially bad? He wants your opinion." I gulped. "Anyway, Jerry thinks Doug just wants to have sex with you. Doug doesn't understand Jerry's possessiveness. He points out he already has sex with Jerry's mother, and it doesn't hurt Jerry and Doug's relationship. And that you are in love with me, so even if he wanted something permanent with you that it would never happen." "Well, that is true. Jerry would never have to worry about me taking Doug from him." Dad looked surprised. "I figured you would take Jerry's side." "I understand why Jerry worries. I just know he has nothing to worry about-from me. If I tasted Doug's cum, it's not like I'm taking it from Jerry." "Right!" "And to tell you the truth, I'm curious. Yours and mine taste the same. I wonder if everyone's does. This is probably the best way for me to find out." Dad smiled and nodded. "You could always walk up to strange men and say you are conducting a survey." I laughed. "'Oh, is it political?' 'No, it's seminal'."' We both laughed. "I think if you would be willing to explain this to Jerry, that Doug would be really grateful. Jerry thinks having you taste Doug's cum is just the first step in Jerry losing Doug." "How can you lose your father? I think Jerry should worry more about his mother. Doug could decide he was only going to have sex with her." "That will never happen, either. Jerry can't keep his hands off Doug's cock. Jerry's mother has very little interest in it." "Would it bother you at all, Dad?" "Watching you eat Doug's cum?" I nodded. "Only in the sense that it would make my cock throb and leak." I grinned. "I love when that happens!" Dad laughed. "To be honest, it wouldn't bother me if Doug fucked you. I know how much I love you and how much you love me. I wouldn't lose you. I wouldn't love you less or want you less because of it." I nodded. "But Jerry would never allow that. Anyway listening to them arguing is what made me think of the rings. I want you to know exactly how I feel about you. I want you to know it's a permanent relationship." I rubbed the head of Dad's cock with my thumb. His precum made it nice and slippery. "Two more weeks of school," I said. "Yup. One more trip alone and then we will be a team on the road, as well as home." "I still have trouble believing I'll be getting paid to be your cocksucker." Dad laughed. "That is not your job title. Officially, my dick won't have anything to do with your job." I laughed. "My boss won't judge me on that?" "He better not! And it isn't that much money." "Nobody expects cocksucking to pay really well. Not even hookers." Dad laughed. "Have you checked lately?" he asked me. "Not since last week." We both laughed. "The money doesn't matter at all to me, Dad." "Right. We will have more money than we do now. And fewer expenses, once we are in an apartment." Dad was quiet for a bit. "I need to start sucking you," Dad said. I sighed. Dad felt guilty about not reciprocating. I didn't. "Dad, if you are forcing yourself, I won't enjoy it." "But you meet my needs. I need to meet yours." "You are! I don't need to have you suck my dick. I mean it! You see how I come after you've shot in my mouth! I have intense orgasms when my mouth is full of your cum." I could see I wasn't reaching him. "Dad, I'm a cocksucker. You aren't. Nothing is going to change that. It's never going to be a thrill for you to take a stiff cock into your mouth. Does Doug suck Jerry?" "Not that I know of. That doesn't make it right." "Dad, I wouldn't want you as much if you sucked me." "What? Why?" "Having sex with a straight man is hotter to me." "I don't know how straight I am, if you are my lover." "You know what I mean." I could see it was sinking in. "Yeah. I guess I do." "If you sucked me, it would make you seem less masculine to me and less desirable." Dad looked surprised. Then he grinned. "We don't want that!" I laughed. "No we don't. It would ruin our relationship." Dad laughed. "OK! I am not going to ruin our relationship!" "Good!" I was full. I put my sandwich down. I knelt on the floor between Dad's legs. I began sucking him while he finished his lunch. "Damn! I am one lucky man. A lucky father." I wrapped one hand around his balls. I pulled on them the way he likes. Dad thrust his crotch towards me. I wrapped my other hand around his shaft and jacked him off while I sucked on the head of his prick. Dad sighed. He leaned back in his chair and stretched his legs out. He was close to shooting. I had sucked him so often, I could read the signs when he was approaching orgasm. I stopped sucking and explored his body with my hands. I ran my hands over his chest, his shoulders, and his legs. I had always been fascinated by all the hair on his chest, arms, and legs. Then I wrapped my hand around his perfect cock and held it up. I took one of his balls into my mouth and sucked on it. Dad sighed. He liked it. I switched to the other ball after a couple of minutes. Then I resumed sucking his dick. "I want to rim you," I told him. He grinned. He stood and we walked to the bedroom. I lay down on my back. Dad climbed over me and lowered his hairy ass to my mouth. I began tonguing his hairy hole. Dad began groaned and wiggling his butt, rubbing his asshole over my lips and tongue. After a few minutes of it, Dad reached down and began stroking me. I think I came on the third stroke. While I was shooting, Dad started laughing. Then he groaned as my tongue slipped inside his ass. "Oh, fuck, baby!" he said. I had to agree. As my orgasm ended. I pulled my tongue back. Dad fell onto the bed beside me. "Look at me." I did. He had a lot of my cum on him, on his chest and belly. The white spunk was nestled on his black hair. There was even some on his chin. I leaned over him and licked him clean. I loved the taste of his semen. I found out that mine tasted just like his. Ever since then, I ate my loads, usually pretending it was his. I wanted to self-suck myself. I had worked on that while Dad was on the road. I could lick the head of my cock, but I couldn't take it into my mouth yet. What I could do was shoot my cum directly into my own mouth, and I often did. There was cum on his hand and I licked it off it, too. Some of it was on his finger with his wedding ring. It was a thrill for me to take that finger into my mouth to suck the cum off it. I ran my tongue over the ring that said he was mine. My father. My lover. My husband. My everything. When he was clean, I pressed my mouth to his and we kissed. Dad lay there looking very satisfied, even though he hadn't come. His cock was stiff and drooling on his belly. I lapped up his tasty precum. "I want yours now. I need it, Dad." "And I need to give it to you, son. I need to empty my nuts into you." I moaned. "Make me come, now. Take what you need from my body." I moved between Dad's legs. I pulled his cock up and began licking it. His precum began flowing. Some actually shot out of his cock. I swallowed his cock, so I could catch it with my mouth before it could get lost running into his hairy balls. I swallowed and Dad rewarded me with more. I suddenly realized something remarkable. I pulled off his cock. "It just occurred to me that my favorite food and favorite drink are both made by your body." Dad grinned. I lifted his balls in one hand and leaned forward to kiss them. I swallowed his cock again and began sucking. My mouth slid over the bulging veins on Dad's stiff tool. He produced enough precum to make the blowjob delicious. After a couple of minutes, he began thrusting his crotch up. He moaned and then cried out as a powerful blast of cum hit the back of my mouth. It hit with such force that it actually hurt a little. I swallowed quickly, because that blast was followed by another, and another. Dad said he wanted his cock to explode in my mouth. It was doing it. His semen was warm, thick, and delicious and he fed me a large meal of it. When it was over, I was disappointed, as always. I lay down on the bed next to him. Dad rolled onto his side, facing me. He rubbed my stomach slowly while I looked at his cock. It was still hard and it was glistening. "I've said it before, but I am so lucky you have such a perfect dick." Dad began stroking my cock. "I've always thought it was. I used to jack off in front of a mirror when I was your age, because I loved looking at it. I never loved it as much as you do, though. You practically worship it. Not that I'm complaining. If you want to worship a cock, I want it to be mine. Your mother liked it, at first." "I don't understand her at all. You are such a sweet guy and you are sexy as hell." Dad grinned. "As hell, huh?" "Yes." I reached for his cock. The End I welcome comments. If you liked it, or hated it, let me know.