Date: Sat, 2 Mar 2019 23:16:25 +0000 From: Cck Sckr Subject: Getting Close Part 3 This work is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal or private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice. *** Nifty is an awesome platform for so many different typed of erotic fiction. Please consider making a donation to keep this archive open for as long as possible. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html *** I have been completely bowled over by the response to my writing. I'm in awe of you wonderful people who have emailed me asking about the story and what's coming next and such. I love seeing responses in my inbox and would love it if I received more. Questions, thoughts, ideas are all super welcome, so thank you all very much. Hope you enjoy this next installment. ------- Six weeks had passed since Dad and I had gone to watch the football together. When we'd got back, we fell straight back into our routines, I kept mostly to myself in the house and let Dad and his wife, Rachel, do whatever they wanted. The one thing that did change though, was that I was spending a lot more time with Kate. Thankfully, we'd not had another repeat performance where I would spontaneously blow my load just from one single clutch of my cock. But... we hadn't exactly progressed from there. I was getting a bit anxious. Kissing and feeling her boobs was nice and all, but I wanted more. I wanted her to stroke my cock for me. I wanted her to suck me. I wanted her to ride me. All around me, I felt everyone was getting sex and I wasn't. My school friends were regaling me with their exploits with their girls. I kinda assumed they were making it all up, but even so, I was jealous as fuck. Dad and Rachel were the worst though. They were fucking at least once a day while I was at the house. Probably more. The single worst thing about it was that they did not care in the slightest how loud they were. I could hear his grunts and her whiny squeals as he rutted her. Rachel had the most horrible dirty talk I've ever heard this side of Pornhub. She begged for his dick constantly and proclaimed how good it was and that she wanted it hard, all in that whiny, nasally, high pitched voice that tons of girls in porn would do. It wouldn't surprise me if she'd done porn before. I should actually look into that... *** It was a Friday afternoon in the middle of summer, I'd spent most of the day in town hanging with friends and Kate. Nothing special was actually happening and by 4pm, the group had tapered off and gone to do separate things. Kate had left as she had to go look after her baby sister while her mum was going to work nights as a nurse. That left me with nothing to do. No point in hanging around town by myself. I grabbed a burrito and headed home, could probably book in some raids on Final Fantasy XIV or something else to pass the time until I pass out. When I got home, I headed straight for the kitchen so I could heat up my burrito and tear into that thing. Before I'd even torn the foil off of my food, I heard it. "Oh god! Give it to me, Chris! Give me that dick!" Oh boy. I just went about my own business of heating up the food while grunts and groans were going on above me. I think I even heard the headboard banging at one point. It was a bit obscene. I was kinda glad that we lived in a detached house so that the neighbours probably wouldn't hear either. Although, if they did, they might want to shield me from the abuse. I just sat in the kitchen and ate my food in relative silence while looking at stuff on my phone. I didn't wanna go turn on the TV or anything, I didn't wanna let them know I was at home as that would just make it more awkward than it already was. It only took me five minutes to demolish my food, so I could easily retreat upstairs to my bedroom and put on my headphones. `I need to remind Dad that I want a pair of noise cancelling headphones for my birthday' I thought as I gingerly climbed the staircase, the sounds of bad dirty talk getting louder. `If anything, it'd be a gift for himself, that way he can pummel Rachel as loud as he wants without me overhearing' I got to the halfway point of the stairs when I noticed something was weird. The sex noises were louder than they should have been. The Master Bedroom is just at the top of the stairs, so as soon as I looked in that direction, I noticed it. Their bedroom door was wide open. Dad and his wife, my stepmum, were fucking on top of the bed in full view. I stayed stood, halfway up the stairs and looked up at my Dad on his knees, giving me a full profile view of his body. His hands were grabbing onto Rachel's hips and pulling her onto his dick as he fucked her doggy style. I was conflicted. I could easily just step backwards and hang around downstairs for another five or ten minutes while they finished shagging. I could rush up the stairs and pass them, letting them know I was home and that I saw them, probably ending that session, leaving Dad with blue balls. Or... I could just stay and watch the show. As soon as I saw them together, I boned up instantly. I don't know if it's possible to get whiplash in your dick, but I was kinda glad I wasn't freeballing it, otherwise, I'd know the answer to that problem. Rachel's smooth body looked hot. Her big arse being pulled into Dad's crotch, her hanging tits shaking back and forth and she was being fucked mercilessly. Thankfully, she had buried her face in the sheets, so that was muffling the obnoxious noises coming from her mouth. She wasn't what my eyes focused on though. She's good looking, but I was very aware that she irritated me. I was fully one hundred percent focused on Dad. His thick thighs as they clenched on every outstroke. Glimpses of the wet base of his fat cock as he quickly thrust into her. Dad's hairy beer belly as it jiggled with his fast movements. His thick hairy arms that were grabbing onto his prey and that one popped out vein that ran the length of his forearm. His handsome face and 5 day stubble that were glistening with sweat. I was fascinated with him. He looked so powerful, so masculine, as he grunted away at her. I was jealous. I wanted to look more like him. I wanted his hairy chest and stomach to be mine. I wanted to have that same vein that ran down his forearms. I wanted my dick to be as long as his... and have somewhere to put it regularly. I began reasoning with myself that I wasn't attracted to Dad, I just wanted his body. I wanted to look like him. I wanted to grow up and look as powerful and manly as he did. He was like my hero. Even so... I might not have been attracted to him, but why was I staring at only him as he fucked his wife. I realised how fucked up this was and told myself that I should go back downstairs to leave them be. I had just lifted my foot from the step, in an effort to go back downstairs, when the show changed. Dad pulled out of the sopping wet cunt he was fucking, lifted Rachel's face from the sheets and deftly flipped her round so she was on her back. He used his knees to move her legs and guided his thick meat to her slit and sunk his way in. Groaning as he dug down until his hairy balls were at the entrance. Dad's hands found their way underneath her shoulders as he lay directly on top of her, using only his hips to thrust into her now as he held her tightly. My foot went back down onto the step. I wasn't going anywhere. My eyes were now directly focused on the view of my Dad's arse rising and falling down into the wet cavern that was housing his fat cock. I heard noises coming from them both but I wasn't even paying attention at this point. I was transfixed on the hairy mounds of flesh that were rhythmically bouncing and clenching before me. The black hair, that lightly covered the cheeks, but were thick enough for me to see from a distance, enticed me further. I just wanted grab hold of his butt and rub my hands around it. I felt hypnotised by them. I was lazily stroking my cock through my shorts as I stared at the sight in front of me. I wasn't really paying too much attention to myself at that point, but I knew that I was harder than I'd ever been before. I was on a knife edge. Too much physical stimulation myself and I would end up cumming in my pants. I knew that if that happened, I'd give the game away and I'd get caught. I had to physically stop myself as I wanted to see this through to the end. The end was close. I could hear Dad's grunts more and more as he squeezed onto his wife and his arse bounced faster and faster. Her squeals, that I was trying to ignore, got more and more obnoxious the faster that she was being fucked. It was almost a turn off hearing anything coming out of her mouth at this point. "Aw fuck Rach... Aw fuck... You're gonna make me cum, Rach... Aw fuck" He unhooked his arms and knelt back as he pummeled into her with a force I hadn't seen so far. Sweat was pouring off his brow and dripping onto her stomach as he concentrated on getting his nut. "Aw fuck, aw fuck, aw fuck!" He chanted as he deep dicked her. I know I said I was on a knife edge watching this, but even if there was a slight breeze running through the house, that would have been enough, I would have been cumming in my pants. And then it happened. Dad's face turned to look at me. He didn't miss a single thrust. He didn't miss a beat. He forced his dick hard inside his wife while staring directly in my eyes. I panicked. I couldn't move. I felt like a deer caught in the headlights. I screamed internally in my head... but at the same time, I heard a roar above me. I realised that Dad was cumming. He kept thrusting hard before he collapsed on top of his wife. His whole body glistened in the dimmed sunlight that crept through the blinds. I bolted back downstairs. It was bad enough that Dad had caught me watching while he got his nut. I needed to get out of the way so that Rachel didn't think I was perving on her, as if I would. I landed straight on the couch and turned on the TV and made sure the volume was on pretty loud. That way, she might think that I'd just got home. "OH SHIT!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. I began to sweat. What if he told her that I'd been watching. What if he was pissed? What if he kicked me out? I had nowhere else to go. Oh fuck what am I gonna do? After a couple of minutes of me panicking, not paying attention to the TV in the slightest, I heard heavy footsteps coming down the stairs. I just sat sweating, praying to any God that I could think of that I would be able to escape this without a beating. Dad came into the living room, he was wet, wearing only a towel around his waist. I tried to avert my gaze, but he was moist all over. He must have just hopped in the shower to get rid of all the sweat he'd just accumulated. I was trying so hard not to look but I couldn't help but dart my eyes over his body as he towered over me. He just stood in front of me, looked me up and down for a few moments and then sat down next to me, putting his arm around my shoulder. "Enjoy the show, bud?" "Uh" "Hey kid, don't worry about it. I'm not mad" Every essence of my being sighed a breath of relief. I just hoped I hadn't promised my soul to any of those Gods I was praying to a moment ago. "I didn't realise we'd left the door open. We kinda got ahead of ourselves. I'm sorry" "W-w-what?" I stammered. I used to have an awful stammer as a kid, but it only came out now when I was nervous or terrified of something. He eyed me and pulled him in tighter to him. My head landed on his hairy, wet pec. "Listen, kiddo. I'm not mad. If fifteen-year-old Me saw my Dad railing some bird, I'd probably watch too. Hell, I think if thirty-seven-year-old Me saw my Dad railing some bird, I'd probably still watch too. It's natural." He chuckled as he put his arm around my waist. "I-is Rachel mad at m-me?" I made no attempt to move from our embrace. "Nah, she just freaked when she heard the TV turn on. Why are you watching Cricket? You don't like Cricket." "Oh." I said as I glanced at the TV. Sure enough, it was a bunch of guys wearing all whites in a field doing nothing. "I, uh, just flicked on TV. Didn't realise what was on" Dad's hand was now slowly rubbing up and down my waist as he tried to comfort me. My erection which had died as quickly as it started when I thought I was gonna get the shit kicked out of me, was starting to rear up again. Just Dad's body heat was turning me on. This was freaking me out slightly. I wasn't turned on by guys, what the fuck. I quickly lifted away from Dad. Got up from the couch and raced to my room, mumbling an apology. As soon as I got into my room, I put on some music as loud as I could, without being yelled at and just curled up in a ball completely confused. *** I'd fallen asleep not long after I ran away from my Dad, who no doubt had a look of bewilderment on his face, confused as to why his question about Cricket had caused me to run away from him. It didn't really matter in the end though, I didn't see Dad for three days after that. Not that he wasn't in the house. I just hid away. I grabbed food when I knew he wasn't in the kitchen, I snuck out when I knew he was in the back garden doing stuff, I just kept to myself. The one thing that didn't stop though, frequently hearing Dad and his wife fuck as loudly as they could without realising how freaked I was. While in my self imposed exile, I kept trying to rationalise what was going on in my head. I'd watched Dad fuck his wife and got horny as fuck watching his body writhe. I'd watched Dad whack himself off and got horny as fuck watching him bring himself to orgasm. I'd felt Dad dry hump me in his sleep and got horny as fuck feel his cock rubbing against me and cumming on me as his body laid on top of mine. I didn't wanna be gay. I didn't wanna focus on dudes. I didn't want to throw away my chance at a normal life. Every time I heard Dad and Rachel fuck, which was two or three times a day. I'd be conflicted. I'd imagine Dad's body and pretty much block out anything else to do with her. I tried ignoring it at first. That didn't work. I'd end up rock hard and stroking out a load thinking of Dad. I tried watching girl on girl porn and end up thinking of nothing but Dad's body while I stroked out a load. I even tried blasting music as loud as I could through my headphones... but Dad's grunts were louder and I ended up getting rock hard and finish up by stroking out a load. I needed those noise-cancelling headphones badly. It was frustrating as all hell. I tried getting together with Kate but she was becoming more and more distant by the day. It ended up being two weeks since I last saw her, the day that Dad caught me watching him fuck. She broke up with me by text message. I wasn't upset that she broke things off, I was more upset that the only possible sexual outlet for me had dissipated. In the time that we'd been together, I'd only gotten two hand jobs and one squeeze. The only chance to prove that I'm not just some sort of pervert who gets off on his own father. Gone. Fuck. *** By the beginning of August, I was going crazy. I wasn't leaving the house much. I wasn't really talking to Dad, I never talked to Rachel. I wasn't even jacking off as much, cause every time I did, I ended up thinking about Dad. By this point, I hadn't stroked out a load in over two weeks. I was getting fairly depressed about things. I had nothing to occupy me and my favourite hobby, molesting myself, was now causing me more distress than ever. Dad was trying again to reconnect with me. He'd go in these spurts where he would try to hang out with me all the time, hence the camping trip and the football stuff. He'd suggest stuff and I'd noncommittally agree but avoid him so that we wouldn't actually have to do anything. It was frustrating cause in the back of my mind, I wanted to hang out with him, he was fun. But I didn't want to put myself back in a situation where I was lusting after another guy, nevermind lusting after my own father. Knock! Knock! Knock! I looked up from my monitor while I was messing around on Final Fantasy XIV, Roegadyns for life, by the way. Dad opened my door without bothering to wait for me to tell him to come in. He knew that I probably wouldn't answer if I had any say about it. "You alright, bud?" He asked with a cautious note in my voice. The same one that every father of moody teenagers seems to use when they try to avoid an argument or upsetting someone. "Yeah, why?" "No reason. Just checking in..." He hung around for a moment while I stayed focused on my monitor. After a few moments, he piped up again "Rachel's gone for the weekend. Going out in Manchester or something, I wasn't paying attention" "Ok." I think my abrupt answer pissed him off a little. "Alright kid, turn that off. You've shut yourself in here for ages. I'm gonna order some pizzas and we're gonna hang out downstairs. If you're not in the living room in five minutes, I'm coming back up here and taking your computer, phone and anything else you use out of your room. Good luck having a wank without pornhub to look at" I had a look of horror on my face. Not necessarily because he threatened to take my stuff, but mostly `cause he was so cavalier talking about me having a wank. "Fine. Ok." I sighed. "Good, I don't know if I could be arsed lugging your mattress out into the garden anyways" He laughed as he saw the abject horror at his threat that he'd literally make me sleep on the floor. His head disappeared. I resigned myself for an awkward evening ahead. When I eventually slouched down stairs, I saw Dad laid out on the L-shaped sofa flicking through the channel guide on the TV. I slumped down on the other end of the couch as Dad picked out a movie. It was one of those Expendable films with obscene action and forgotten action stars that old guys like my Dad seemed to like. Dad had already ordered the pizzas and when they arrived, we pretty much tucked in. He called on me to grab the cooler box from the kitchen. I did so without making a fuss. When I passed it over to him, I saw that he'd packed a bunch of beers and a bottle of Jack Daniels in there. What this man would do to avoid having to get up just to grab a fresh can. It's quite admirable really. "So kid, what's been up your arse lately?" He asked as he opened one can and threw another at my face. Luckily I was quick on the draw and grabbed it mid-flight. "What do you mean?" "You've been a moody little fucker lately." "I..." I tried to think of a rebuttal, but he was right. When I wasn't hiding away, I was grunting at stuff. "I dunno." "Come on, bud. You can talk to me, it's not like I'm gonna laugh in your face at anything" We pretty much stayed in silence while the next film played. Another action film that Dad had picked. I wasn't really paying too much attention. I was feeling sorry for myself about Kate. I was feeling conflicted about the sexual feelings I'd had for Dad. I was just being a moody little fucker again, apparently. Dad was pretty much putting away his beer. He constantly had one in his hand and was nine deep before he grabbed the remote and turned off the TV. He sat up and put down his ninth empty can on the coffee table. I looked at him quizzically. I was only four cans deep, but I had a lot lower of a tolerance for it, so I was pretty buzzed as it is. Dad grabbed the bottle of bourbon from the cooler and took out the two shot glasses and put them on the table. "You had JD before, kid?" I shook my head. Of course I hadn't. Where would I even get it? Beer is one thing. Spirits are another. "Ok." He opened the bottle and filled the shot glasses to the brim. I reached over to grab one and Dad did the same. "All in one, got it?" "Ok." I poured the shot into my mouth and made the mistake of not swallowing instantly. Dad held his shot and watched my face contort as I swallowed the whiskey down. He bellowed with laughter as he saw me struggle with my first real taste of hard liquor. "Ugh, that's fucking disgusting" Dad continued to laugh as he easily drank down his own shot. He didn't show anything on his face. He must have drunk a lot of this stuff before. I have no idea why people drink it, or even how they drink it without contorting their faces. "Another!" Dad hollered as he poured another two shots. He drank his down pretty much straight away and watched as I struggled with mine. He laughed again. "Ok, final one, champ" and we repeated the motion. He downed his and just as I tipped the tiny glass into my mouth he asked "So... what happened between you and your bird?" I spluttered, caught unawares while I was weak. I managed to swallow and felt my whole stomach warming, "Nothing. It just ended" "How come?" "I dunno, she just ended it" We went quiet. I didn't know what to say. He grabbed another can of beer and opened it. He was feeling the effects now. He always got rosy faced when he was properly drunk, he was definitely rosy faced. "Did you at least get to see her tits?" "Yeah, they were alright" I smirked. "Yes! That's my boy, chip off the ol' block, I tell ya" Dad bellowed. He reached over and slapped me on the thigh. I felt instantly sobered just from his small touch. I didn't know what to say. "Did you get over your... uh, problem?" "Oh. It didn't happen again." I could see the pride beaming from his face. I don't know why me being able to last longer than a single fleeting clutch of my dick made him proud, but I guess it did. "Did you get to fuck her?" "Dad!" "What? You can watch me fuck my wife and I can't even ask if you got laid?" I looked away and blushed super hard. I almost went as red as Dad was. "No I didn't fuck her. I wanted to. But she didn't, which is fine, I guess." I kinda looked down at my hands, wishing I had another beer just so I didn't feel awkward, not knowing what to do. "Ah. Don't worry about it, man. Good looking kid like you, you'll have the girls all over you" "Got a couple of handies from her though..." I said meekly, trying to prove my sexual prowess, I think. Every guy likes to brag in one way or another about how he's had his dick sorted by someone. "You did? I'm fuckin' proud of you" He clapped his hand on my back and pulled me in close for a hug. "Is this why you've been a moody little fucker? Cause you're not getting a regular tug any more?" My head landed on his chest, resting on his muscular pec. He smelt of pepperoni, beer and sweat. I don't know why but he smelt amazing. The smell of his body went straight from his nose, down to my dick and I almost got dick whiplash again. "Kinda..." He pulled me in closer, wrapping his arms around me. I could feel his heartbeat on my face. I'd never felt more comforted or comfortable in my entire life. We stayed like that for a couple of minutes, just heavy breathing, holding onto each other. I opened my eyes and saw Dad's shorts tenting. He had a raging hard on that was pretty hard to conceal in his shorts. I wanted to reach out and grab it. I wanted to take it in my hand and touch it, pull back the skin and admire his fat cock. I lifted my hand from the sofa and lifted it barely an inch, when I shuddered. I must have awoken him, or at least startled him as he started to come back to his senses. "Sorry kiddo, must have knocked off for a sec" He ignored his erection and tried to get up from the sofa. He wobbled and fell back down. "Whoa... I didn't think I'd drank that much. My head's fuckin spinning" "Uh, do you need me to go get a bucket?" "Nah, this isn't my first rodeo, Ryan" He laughed but made no attempt to move. "Think you can help me upstairs?" "Sure" I grabbed Dad's arm and lifted him up and got his arm to wrap around my shoulder. We slowly made it to the staircase and as we climbed the stairs, there was a slight wobble where I thought Dad was gonna fall straight backwards, but he just laughed while I almost hyperventilated in horror. As we made it to his bedroom, Dad fell backwards onto the bed and laid there giggling with his shorts still tenting. "Ryan! Can you help me out here?" I looked wide eyed at him, was he asking me to help him with his dick?! "I won't be able to sleep in my clothes" I managed to exhale a sigh of relief. I don't know what I would have done if he'd have asked me to service him. Run, probably. "Sure" I repeated, feeling my mouth go instantly dry. I grabbed the bottom of his shirt, and pulled it over his hairy stomach and chest towards his neck as he lifted his body up and I managed to get the rest of his shirt off him. I stopped for a moment to admire his chest. He had a pair of firm pectorals and a bit of a gut that jiggled whenever he talked of laughed. He was like part gym rat above the nipples and dad-bod below the nipples. All covered with trimmed fur going in different directions. "Shorts?" I gulped. I was half taken out of my gaze on Dad's chest and half freaked that he wanted me to take off his shorts. "Sorry" I looked at Dad in the face, he was just laid there, content and eyes closed. I moved over to the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down as Dad lifted his arse so I could pull them off easier. As he was hard, his dick got caught in the waistband and as it was let free, his rock hard cock slapped back against his stomach and made an obscene `thwack!' which just illicited giggles from above me. As I got his shorts off him, Dad rolled to the side on the bed and began rummaging in his bedside table. He brought out a remote control and turned on the 55 inch TV that he has bolted to the wall. He laid back and motioned to me. "Get up here, kid" I was confused. I'm not often allowed in his bedroom, so it was weird to me that he was telling me to get on his bed. Oh yeah, that and the fact that he was stark bollock naked and hard as stone. I was curious about where this was gonna go, so I did what he said. I laid next to him on the bed, facing the big TV screen, laid in the spot where his wife usually is. "I know you're a bit hard up lately, and I can't help with that, but, this might be the next best thing, kid" Dad pressed a couple of buttons on the remote in his hand and on the screen appeared a guy and a girl kissing. They weren't anything special looking but they were going at it pretty heavily and within seconds, they were tearing each other's clothes off. "There's nowt quite like cracking one out with a bud" Dad chuckled as he grabbed his cock and waved it at me. "C'mon kid, take off your clothes" I don't know whether it was the booze that did it, or the fact that I hadn't bust a nut in over two weeks at this point. I threw off my shorts and shirt and laid next to my Dad. Both of us fully naked with erections. I looked similar to my Dad at this point, you could definitely tell we were father and son. I had pecs like him, but they weren't as big. I countered that with my flat, but not toned, stomach, whereas his was rounder and caused by a ton of beer. He was covered in trimmed fur, where I only had a little bit around my pink nipples and in the middle of my chest. His dick was fat and long and had a thick vein running down the middle, mine was probably just as fat, but was only six inches long. From what I could tell, he was probably a couple of inches longer than me, maybe a bit less. Either way, I was still jealous. "You just gonna sit there and stare at your cock?" Dad laughed as he kicked my leg, he left it there and he started slowly stroking his fat cock while our calves touched. I was a bit started and quickly grabbed my own dick and stroked it like I normally did. I looked up at the TV and saw the girl choking on a giant dick while spit just ran down her face. I felt movement down on my leg and saw Dad's leg twitching and he got into stroking. He was going at a medium pace, not fully bashing away, but he was doing enough to get a decent stream of precum going. Dad slid over closer to me, our bodies were touching way more now. My right arm resting on his left. The closeness that I was feeling was a bit much, I was not even paying attention to the video at this point. I was half stroking with my eyes closed and half staring at my Dad, stroking his own tool. I'd started leaking more precum than I'd ever leaked before. The toll of not relieving my balls for over two weeks was getting a bit much. The whole head of my cock was sopping wet, just like my Dad's. This was all surreal. I never thought I'd ever be in this sort of situation. The whole concept sent my balls churning. "Oh fuck" I whispered as I bucked my hips upwards involuntarily. As my arse fell backwards down onto the bed, I felt Dad's hand had moved and was now cupping my right cheek and rubbing his thumb back and forth on me. "Aw fuck, I think I'm gonna beat ya here kid" Dad grunted. He began clenching my arse cheek hard as he stroked his cock furiously as he tried to get his nut. I just stared in awe at the sight before me. There's nothing more that I wanted at this moment in time than to witness what was unfolding. "Aw fuck, aw fuck, aw fuuuuck!" He screamed and then grunted at the top of his voice and his cum flooded out of his cock with a force I didn't expect. I grabbed my own cock and started stroking quickly and the next thing I know, a spurt of cum flew out of Dad's cock and landed on my face. My cheeks clenched and I felt it, the calm before the storm, the tingling feeling, the precipice. I roared as I came, six, seven, eight, nine ropes of cum landing on my body as a wave of release washed over my body. We lay there together, breathing heavily. I was stunned from how good that felt. It was the best orgasm of my entire life. I felt movement on my arse, Dad's thumb was still moving back and forth. "Feel better?" "Fuck yeah" "Good, maybe now you won't be such a moody little fucker" He laughed. "Pass me your shirt" I rolled over and grabbed my shirt from the floor and passed it to him. He used it to wipe up his cum off his stomach and chest. When I laid back, Dad's hand wasn't cupping my cheek any more. I felt a pang of sadness, but quickly left when Dad handed me my shirt to clean myself back up. I'd only felt the cum on my face as I'd finished cleaning up my torso, and felt slightly embarrassed that my own Dad had cum on my face. I wiped it slyly and threw the shirt on the floor. "You staying in here tonight, bud?" "Uh..." I didn't know what to say. The haze of what had just happened was overwhelming. "Sure." We climbed under the sheets and within moments, Dad was lightly snoring away. I laid on my back contemplating whether or not to just go back into my own room, when I thought `fuck it'. I rolled over and sidled up to Dad, snaked my arm across his chest, and fell asleep quickly.