Date: Sat, 9 Mar 2019 04:03:42 +0000 From: Cck Sckr Subject: Getting Close Part 5 (Revised) 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 *** Firstly, thank you so much for reading the story of Ryan, and his Dad, Chris. I have really loved hearing all your feedback. It's really been amazing. If you have any thoughts, ideas, stories that you'd like to pose, feel free to email me. I'm also sorry for leaving the last part on a cliffhanger. I'll try not to do that again in future ;) EDIT: I am so sorry! I accidentally sent Part 4 into Nifty instead of Part 5. I'm a fuckin idiot. Apologies! ------- The last time I saw my Dad, he was laid on top of me, kissing me. He jumped off me quick as a flash and ran out of the house. He was drunk and shirtless, but he was gone. I ran after him and even though we live on a fairly quiet street, he was gone. He left me. I was confused, devastated and terrified all in one fell swoop. I'd kissed my Dad. Or rather, he'd kissed me. What did this mean? Why did he kiss me? Dad liked women. I'd heard him fucking numerous times. It must have been a mistake. Why was this happening? I sat on the sofa. I resolved to wait until Dad came back so I could reassure him that I wasn't mad and he knew that I was gonna be there for him. When I'd come home, he was in an awful state. He was laid on the sofa in floods of tears, surrounded by empty beer cans, crying about how he thought Rachel was having an affair. I didn't know anything more than that. I don't know how he came to that conclusion. I didn't know much these days. Six months ago, I thought I was straight as a die. Six hours ago, I was blowing my load deep in the throat of my new friend from school. This was all too confusing. I rested my head on the back of the sofa, in the dark, only lit by the moonlight sweeping in from the dark of night. All these things rushing through my head about goings on in the past months, until my head couldn't take it. I closed my eyes, waiting for Dad to return... *** He did return. But not for a while. I woke up the following morning with a voicemail on my phone. "Hey kid, it's Dad. I'm sorry for running out last night..." I heard an audible gulp on the recording. "But I needed to get out and clear my head. There's money in the usual place if you need it, I'm gonna just take some time to clear my head. I'll be back soon." And then the voicemail clicked off. I was alone. I was used to being alone. I didn't want to be though. I managed to get up from the sofa, clear up the debris from the previous night and run in the shower. Thankfully, it was a Saturday and I didn't really have anything planned. Which was probably for the best. If I was at school, I wouldn't have been able to concentrate. As I stood under the shower heard, with the high pressured bolts of water hitting against my skin, my brain was at war with competing arguments about worrying for my Dad and replaying the amazing blowjob that Alex had given me the night before. For some reason, even though I was I thinking about my Dad, my cock started to chub up. Maybe it was because I thinking about Dad? What the fuck?! "Chris? Ryan? Anyone about?" I heard calling from downstairs. It was Rachel. I lucked out. My cock wasn't at the forefront of my mind right now. I had to deal with this fallout. I jumped out of the shower and wrapped a large grey towel around my waist and ran down stairs to speak to her. "Hey Ryan, where's your Dad?" "Uh, he's not about. He left last night. He was pretty upset about something." "What's wrong?" She asked walking into the kitchen and plonking her bag on the kitchen table. She grabbed a glass and started to fill it with water. "He thinks you're cheating on him." I replied calmly and bluntly. Unfortunately, she didn't respond as calmly. She dropped her glass in the porcelain sink, causing a shatter. "You'd better clean that up. I ain't" "Oh fuck. How does he know? Shit!" She mumbled frantically, rushing over to her bag to grab her phone. "Oh." She'd admitted it. I was devastated. She waltzed into our lives, messed with my Dad's head and she was fucking cheating on him. I was furious. I felt my fists clench. I wasn't even holding my towel anymore. I didn't care. "I'd leave if I were you. I don't want you here without him here" "No! No, I'll wait here for him to come back, it'll be fine" I saw red. My teeth grinded back and forth as my jaw clenched. I grabbed the side of the table and flipped it upwards. Rachel's bag flew through the air and hit the wall on the opposite side of the kitchen. I wasn't aiming to hurt Rachel. I just needed to vent my anger. She screamed at me, I can't remember what she said, I could only hear the blood pumping through my ears and my heart beating a mile a minute. She rushed over and picked up her shit from her bag and ran out of the house. I fell back and slumped against the wall. I slid down and started bawling. It took me a few moments for me to collect myself before staring at the upturned table, and my towel that had slipped from my hips in the middle of the kitchen. When the beating drums in my head had subsided, I picked myself up, threw myself on the couch and texted Dad. "Please come home soon. I need you." *** Dad came home the following day. I'd collected myself and managed to not be a mess. Dad didn't say anything, he just came over to me and grabbed me into a huge hug. We didn't talk about how he left. I understood. He was devastated and he'd made a mistake by kissing me. Rachel returned a few days later, she tried to turn Dad against me by telling him I was out of control, that I exposed myself to her and that I tried to throw a table at her. I mean, I could have, but I flipped the table the opposite direction. I heard a loud bang. Turns out Dad punched his fist through a door and growled at her `Keep my Son's name out of your whore mouth'. After this, she quickly got her stuff and left. She was gone. It was just me and my Dad again. Things were weird for the next couple of weeks. I regularly heard Dad in his room crying. He was devastated. He didn't think he'd ever find someone who he could love wholeheartedly after Mum died when I was two. He panicked that when he did find her, that he didn't want his relationship with her to mess me up. He'd let himself become vulnerable with her and she repaid that by being a whore and fucking around. On one occasion, when I heard Dad crying in his room, I tentatively walked over to his room and saw him curled up on the bed, sobbing. I shucked any thoughts about leaving Dad by himself. He needed me. I walked through his room and climbed on the bed, behind him and held him in my arms. He eventually stopped crying and fell asleep. We stayed together the whole night. Nothing happened. No movement in our sleep. Just, a son comforting his father through heartbreak. *** Alex and I still hung out. If anything, we'd gotten closer than we had been when he sucked the life out of my cock. But nothing sexual had happened between us. I couldn't really tell Dad about how I was feeling, I was too busy being his emotional rock. So I let everything rip with Alex. Going over to his place was like an oasis in the desert. I wouldn't have to worry about how anyone's feelings. I was able to just hang out and relax. I had, however, started to look at Alex differently. He was a tall, well built, broad, stocky guy. He regularly walked around in a pair of shorts and no shirt. I had trouble not checking him out. It was difficult not to, really. He was a seriously good looking dude. I began thinking about him when I was naked, in the shower, in bed, usually any time when I had my hand around my cock and was bashing away furiously thinking about him sucking me off. We hadn't spoken about the time he sucked me off. We hadn't even wanked together since that one time. I began to fear that it might have just been a one time thing. At the end of October, things were starting to mellow out with Dad. He wasn't crying himself to sleep every night and he was getting back into his own routine of working. On a Friday, Alex invited me to stay round at his house for the night and Dad gave the go ahead. He assured me he'd be fine and he'd call me if he needed anything. Alex was psyched, his parents were gone again, this time on holiday, somewhere in Morocco, I wasn't exactly paying attention. Alex was sick of being by himself and wanted to hang out. He'd just gotten some weed from his brother who'd recently visited from university and wanted to share it with me. "Here y'go" Alex strained as he passed me the joint after he'd lit it and was trying to keep the smoke inhaled. "Cheers, man" I took a big toke and held in the smoke myself. I'd tried this a fair few times now since the first time out and I wasn't coughing myself to an embolism any more. "Fuck, I've needed this" "Dad getting you down?" "Nah, it's just... It's been a bit rough since the whole Rachel thing happened. I'm like tense all the time. Don't wanna accidentally say something that's gonna set Dad off, y'know?" "I get ya" Alex said as he snapped his fingers at me, trying to get the joint back. "Fuckin' calm yourself dude. I'll pass it when I'm ready" I chuckled as I took another drag and reluctantly gave the joint away. "Shut up, you can have as much as you want when you're the one who's supplying it!" "You're not even supplying it! Your brother is." "Too right..." Alex had another wistful look in his eye. "I can tell you miss him dude." "Aye. I do. It just feels weird when he's not here is all" "I get ya." "Hey, we need to stop being pussies and focusing on sad shit." I punched him on the bicep, noticing how solid it was with just a glancing blow, eliciting a laugh from Alex as he was trying to blow out smoke. He grabbed his laptop and we spent the next hour or so clicking on YouTube videos and just hanging out. It wasn't long when Alex had gotten hungry, he's always hungry though, so that's not necessarily something out of the blue. We ended up raiding the kitchen for food before realising that unless we were gonna just eat crisps and biscuits, we were gonna have to order pizza. We ordered pizza and ate them in his living room, rather than just being relegated to his bedroom. He grabbed some beers out of his Dad's stash and said he'd just blame his brother when he inevitably got yelled at. "Dude. I got an idea" Alex grabbed the remote and started switching through sources on the TV. I looked at him confused. Most of the things this guy did confused me, so it wasn't an unreasonable thing for me. "Drew showed me how to bypass a couple of things on the TV." He grinned. Before me on the 65" mounted TV in the middle of Alex's living room was the front page of pornhub. I instantly knew where this was going. I only needed to see the pornhub logo and my boxers began feeling tighter. "Seriously?" I asked, not looking away from the thumbnails on screen. "Aye, why not? It's been a while" "Dude, I know you cracked one out this morning, you always do every morning. You brag about it enough for some reason" I laughed. Alex picked out a couple of videos. I wasn't paying too much attention to them. I was just rubbing my crotch to the mass of writhing bodies in front of me. I'd had a lot to drink and a lot to smoke. I was fairly out of my head. Only an elbow from Alex who was sat next to me, managed to pull me out of my haze for a second. He was sat next to me, with his hard cock in hand. I hadn't noticed before but his shorts had been flung at the other end of the living room. I couldn't take my eyes off of his cock that was slowly being massaged by the hot guy sat next to me. "Dude? You gonna whip it out?" "Oh, yeah. I guess" I unzipped my jeans and fished out my six inch cock and slowly stroked the skin around my head. "Oh come on, take your fucking jeans off, loser" "Oh." I stood up and stumbled a little. I'd drunk a lot more than I normally would and was feeling it. I caught myself and unbuttoned my jeans, kicking them off before falling back and landing on Alex's hip. My hand tried to brace myself but I caught my hand on his pelvis with my thumb in the middle of his pubic hairs. I couldn't help but laugh hysterically to this as Alex had his hands on my sides, trying to make sure I didn't injure myself. "Whoa there, y'alright?" "Yeah, I'm fine." I laughed as I slid off of his hip and sat next to him. Our legs were fully touching as we watched the porn on TV play out while stroking our cocks together. I say we watched the TV. I pretty much had my eyes directly on Alex's cock for a whole five minutes while we slowly stroked. We weren't in any rush to blow our loads. Alex stopped stroking his cock and pulled off his shirt and flung it away. His pecs rippled as he tensed and took hold of his balls. He looked directly at me, and didn't need to say another word as my shirt was flying in the same direction. We began sliding our hands up and down out dicks as we weren't really paying too much attention to the screen. We were too busy looking up and down each other's bodies to care about the incessant moaning on screen. I let go of my cock to fondle with my balls, even thought I was slowly pulling the skin back and forth, I was feeling the churn. Alex looked over at me and saw that I wasn't really stroking. He place his hand on my wrist and brought it up to his chest. My hand covered his pec and caressed his chest lightly for a few moments before my thumb stroked over his right nipple. Alex groaned loudly, his chest tensed and he resumed stroking his cock slowly. My hand squeezed slightly on his nipple repeatedly, which resulted in a near constant stream of moans and grunts from Alex, and then a whimper when my hand slid further down his chest. Alex turned his head and looked at me as my hand rubbed down his stomach and into his pubic mound. I didn't know what I was doing. I had no clue. I've never done this before. I've only done this to myself. But I wanted to. Holy fuck, did I want to do this. Internally, my head is buzzing from the chemicals earlier, but the voice at the back of my head is willing me on to continue. "You sure about this?" Alex whispered. Barely audible. If I was half a foot further away, I wouldn't have even heard him. I bit my lip and nodded ever so slightly. Alex took his hand off his cock and brought his hand to the back of my neck and guided my head closer to his face. Our foreheads touched. Alex leaned in ever so slowly and our lips touched. Our open mouths began attacking each other. This wasn't a tender kiss that I'd shared with Kate. This wasn't a peck on the cheek that I'd get from Grandma. This was fueled one hundred percent by hunger. I wanted him. I needed him. As our tongue danced together, my hand slipped from Alex's pubes down to the base of his cock. I did it. I grabbed his cock. This was the first cock I'd ever felt other than my own. I was taken aback by how it felt. It was thinner than mine, but I knew that already. It was scalding hot. I could feel his heartbeat through his cock. I just held onto Alex's cock, distracted by the kissing. After a few minutes of getting lost in the intensity of Alex's embrace, his head still holding mine, I remembered that I had his cock in my hand. I slowly brought my hand up to the head of his cock. I was initially shocked at how wet it was, forgetting that he would have been leaking precum. I know I would be if I had a hand wrapped around my own piece. Alex grunted in my mouth, never missing a beat of kissing me. The strokes of his cock made his body tense up and suddenly I heard another grunt and Alex's body shudder underneath me. I untangled myself from Alex's lips and looked down at his cock as he unloaded onto his stomach. Thick, pearly white ropes of hot cum lined his stomach as he grunted through the wash of his orgasm. As the groans slowed and the cum stopped seeping out of the cock I was holding, I let go and looks at the remnants of jizz on my hand and wiped it on his chest. "It's not like you're not covered in cum anyways" I laughed at his protests. Alex leaned back in to kiss me as he turned over, lifted his leg and straddled my crotch. My rock hard cock was standing straight to attention as his arse backed down and my cock nestled in the cleft. My eyes pretty much bugged out at this point, but I didn't stop kissing him. That is until he purposefully mashed his chest and stomach onto mine, spreading his cum all over my chest and stomach. "You son of bitch!" "Shhhh..." He whispered into my lips as the kissing continued. He began to rock his arse back and forth up and down my dick. It felt incredible. It was indescribable. I felt it all throughout my body. Alex slipped his body down my own, until he was on his knees on the floor with his face licking the inside of my thigh. I was so on edge that I knew that I wouldn't last long. I think Alex knew this too, I didn't say anything. I was too dumbstruck to do anything. I'd just wanked off a guy and had his cum all over me. What the fuck was going... My mind went blank. All thoughts went out the window. Alex's tongue was working my balls and just underneath them. I was seeing stars. I heard a guttural moan reverberate throughout the room. It took a few seconds to realise that was me. Alex stopped working my sack and focused on the area between my arsehole and my balls. I instinctively lifted my legs slightly, I think I knew what was going on but my head was a mess at this point. Suddenly, Alex stopped his ministrations, grabbed my knees and lifted them up. He took a swipe of his tongue deep through the crack of my arse. "HOLY FUCK" "Shhhh..." Alex laughed before he started licking my arse more intently. I had never felt anything so euphoric. I grabbed my own knees and pulled them as close to my chest as I could. I wanted a million times more of what he'd started. My mind was blown with what Alex was doing. I'm sure I was babbling to myself about how good it felt. I felt his tongue licking around my hole and then a small breeze directed onto it. I felt his lips and his slight chin stubble as he dug his face throughout my arse. I felt his tongue digging into my hole, stretching something that I'd never thought to stretch. I was in heaven. Alex grabbed my cock. I knew I would blow my load any second. One quick swipe of my dripping cock and it happened. My Dad's ringtone blasted through the room. Alex's head reappeared into my view and my legs slammed straight onto the floor. I searched around for my jeans and fished out my phone. The ringing stopped. I tried to call back straight away but there was no answer. After I put the phone down, I saw a text message from an hour ago. My heart dropped. "Please come home soon. I need you." *** I quickly ran around Alex's house trying to wipe the cum off me and grab my things. Luckily, Alex understood that I needed to be with my Dad when he needed me. I stuffed my rock hard cock into my jeans and pretty much ran the whole way home. It's only a 20 minute walk, but I made it back in half the time. "Dad!?" I yelled out when I burst through the front door. I walked through the living room and saw an array of empty cans littering the table. Dad wasn't down here. I heard the shower running. I bolted up the stairs taking two at a time. I opened the bathroom and saw it was empty. He was in the en suite. When I walked inside, I saw him there. Sat on the floor of the shower, fully naked, knees up to his chest and crying silently. My heart broke for the second time that evening. My unrelenting desire to blow my load with Alex flew straight out of the window. I couldn't care less about my own needs at this moment. "Dad? Dad, I'm here for you" I'd opened the shower door and walked in. Not caring that I had my phone in my pocket, or that I was fully dressed. I hadn't thought to turn off the shower but I pulled him up from the floor and brought him in for a hug. Dad hugged me tighter than I had ever been hugged before. He was just sobbing into my shoulder. He was absolutely slaughtered. I was killing myself inside for leaving him alone so close to when Rachel had left him. After a couple of minutes of just holding my Dad in the shower, with the water running at full blast. I thought to finally turn off the water. "Come on Dad, let's get you dried off." I grabbed one of the towels and began to dry him from head to toe. As much I wanna tell you that I found it super sexy to dry off my super masculine father who was stark bollock naked in front of me, it really wasn't. I just wanted to take care of him. When he was dry, I kicked off my sodden shoes and took off my jeans before leading him to bed. Once he was laid down, I went back into the en suite, took off my shirt and boxers and just left them on the floor. I could sort that out tomorrow. I picked back up the same towel I'd used on Dad and used that to dry myself off. "Ryan! Ryan! Come help me up!" I'd planned on running back into my own room to at least grab some boxers before coming back to Dad. That went out the winder as soon as Dad called for me. I leapt back into Dad's bedroom when I saw that he had rolled over in an effort to get back up. For the first time since I'd gotten back home, my erection roared back to life. Dad's beefy butt pointed directly at me. It was lightly furred but at that moment in time, I wanted nothing more than to touch it. Then I realised, I was rock hard and wearing nothing. Dad was struggling to get up. I couldn't just leave him like this, even if it gave up some modesty. It's not like he hadn't seen me hard before or anything. I walked over to Dad who was struggling to prop himself up. I managed to manoeuver him so that he was laid on the bed with his pillows keeping him sat up. Dad's a big guy, it wasn't exactly easy and I'd been running on adrenaline since I left Alex's place so when I got him sat down properly, I laid down beside him and all the energy from my body just left. "I'm sorry, kid. I didn't realise how much I drank. I didn't realise how rough it would be" "It's alright, Dad. I wasn't doing anything in particular" I was only seconds away from blowing my load. Not that I'm bitter about that or anything. Dad reached over and pulled me closed to him. I rolled and laid on his side, my head rested on his shoulder. "You fucking stink of weed, kid." He laughed. I blushed hard. I tried to mumble an apology. "Don't worry about it. I don't care if you drink, I don't care if you smoke. Just next time, save some for me." He was slurring his words. He was still super pissed. "You wanna get high with me?" "Why not? It's not as if..." I knew exactly how he was gonna finish that sentence. `It's not as if Rachel is here to yell at us.' I just hugged onto him tighter. I'd forgotten about my boner. It dug into his hip. I hoped that he didn't realise and I laid on his chest. He realised. I hadn't closed my eyes and I saw it happen in front of me. Dad's cock twitched and began to grow in size. He didn't say anything, but I saw his cock go from it's relatively small flaccid state to it's monster form. Huge, veiny, angry. Ready for relief. I couldn't stop staring at it. It bounced with every heart beat. I was entranced. I couldn't help myself. I turned to look at Dad but he just laid back content. I lifted my left hand and moved it so that it was on Dad's pelvis. Just like I'd done with Alex, I brought my hand down and grabbed the base of Dad's cock. Holy fuck. I was holding my Dad's thick prick. I couldn't believe it. It felt a million times warmer than Alex's. It was so much thicker than his as well. It felt huge in my hand. I don't know what was coming over me, but I didn't want to stop. I slowly moved my hand up and down Dad's meat. I heard a grunt above me. "Ryan... Please" I don't know if I was supposed to stop, or carry on. I didn't stop. I don't know if I could have. I began to stroke faster, which only caused more grunts from above me. Dad's hand was clasped on my shoulder tightly. I think that if he wanted me to stop, he would have told me. I was in my own haze of beer and weed that I wasn't in my own head. If I wasn't, I'd have been freaking the fuck out. I wouldn't have put myself in this position. But holy fuck, I'm glad I did. I wanted to take care of my Dad. I wanted to help my Dad. I wanted to take away his pain. I sat up and got closer to Dad's meat in my hand and switched over so that I grabbed it with my right hand so that I could massage his cock better. Like I would with my own teenaged prick. Dad's hand fell from my shoulder and grabbed my calf. He was squeezing me tightly. If he wasn't moaning constantly, I wouldn't have been able to tell if he liked what I was doing. "Ryan... Faster... Please" A part of me sighed a huge relief. Dad was liking what I was doing. He wanted me to continue. I began pulling at his cock that started steadily leaking precum over my hands. I used my left hand grab ahold of his balls and slowly massaged them while I quickened the pace of the stroking. Dad's hips began to buck. I knew I was getting him close. "Aw fuck, Ryan." The tell tale sign. He was about to cum. "Aw fuck... Aw fuck... Aw FUCK!" Dad's hips bucked constantly like my hand was a pussy that he was fucking and going for broke. By the last `Aw fuck', I saw the head of his cock swell. It was happening. Before I knew what was happening, my lips had enclosed around the head of Dad's cock and his load was flooding my mouth. I don't know what possessed me to do it. I don't what came over me. All I knew was that Dad's hot load was filling my mouth and his hips were still bucking into me. The warmth of Dad's baby making liquid surprised me. I'd blown my load on my self millions of times, but I never expected it to feel so warmth in my mouth. It tasted slightly bleachy, but not in a bad way. Kinda salty, kinda bleachy. But I loved it. I wanted more. When Dad's load had stopped filling my mouth, I swallowed, while my lips were still around Dad's cock. The process of swallowing must have done something cause I heard a `Holy fuck!' above. When it was fully swallowed, I slowly let the cock fall from my mouth and laid back on the bed next to Dad. I closed my eyes and tried to process what I'd just done. I'd wanked off my Dad! Holy shit! I wanked my Dad and let him cum in my mouth! What the hell was I thinking. I laid there freaking out for a minute or two, until I felt movement on the bed. I thought it was Dad rolling over, or trying to get under the covers. But then... Dad's hand grabbed onto my raging hard cock. "Let me help you, kid" I audibly gasped out. Dad held my teenaged cock tightly and pulled quick. I forgot how hard I was when I was helping out Dad, but apparently, I hadn't even considered my own prick and my own needs. I was already super close to blowing when I left Alex's. It took roughly thirty seconds of Dad's hand pulling on my mean before I bucked up and let out an unearthly grunt at the top of my voice. My vision blurred. My back arched. My toes curled. Fireworks were being set off inside my body. I tensed so hard I couldn't breathe. Ropes of my own cum flew through the air and landed on my chest and neck and stomach. I as my orgasm died down, but my body was still shaking from the aftershocks, I managed to gasp for air and breathe deeply. "Thanks, kid" Dad mumbled and he rolled over and cuddled up to my side. I just lay there breathing deep, trying to catch my breath from the earth shattering nut I'd just busted. I was exhausted. I'd been running on empty for a while now. Within moments of Dad holding onto me, I passed out and dreamt about Dad taking advantage of my body in many different ways...