Date: Wed, 5 Sep 2012 20:24:39 -0400 From: dj dude Subject: Home For Dad Part 1 Home for Dad Part 1 "Dad?" I walked into a dark house, only a light on in the hall upstairs, and no noise coming from any of the rooms. I knew my dad had to be home - it was after six and he was always home from work at his hardware store by 5:30 - but tonight it felt like a ghost house. It was also weird coming into the house, because I hadn't set foot in it for almost a year. I picked a college halfway across the country and I hadn't been home the last few summers, working internships in Chicago. The only reason I was here now was to take care of my dad. My mom left my dad a few weeks ago, left a letter on the kitchen counter and took off with a guy she met on the Internet, leaving my dad devastated. He worshiped my mom, and had no clue that she was unhappy. Apparently working his ass off at the store six days a week and giving her a life of luxury wasn't enough for her. She found some younger man a few states over, and bolted. I walked into the living room, figuring I'd just wait there until Dad came home. But instead, I found him, sitting on the couch, alone. "Dad, you okay?" He had all the lights in the room out and the TV was off. He sat with a bottle of whisky in his hand, still, barely moving. "Hey, champ," he said in a low growling voice. He sounded like he hadn't been sleeping much. My dad is a bear of a man. 6'4" and about 280 pounds, a thick muscular frame covered by a little belly and some round edges, hairy as fuck too. There's nothing polished about my dad, he's a real man's man, rough outside, calloused hands, tanned from his work in the yard and in his woodshop on weekends. He always seemed like a giant of a man to me, but now, sitting on that couch, he looked broken and small. "Why are you sitting here with all the lights off?" I asked. "You didn't have to come home, champ," he said. "I'm fine." "Clearly you aren't," I said. "And I know I didn't have to come. I wanted to. You need me." My dad looked up at me, and in the shadow I could see he had been crying. He didn't say anything. I don't think he could. He just tapped the couch cushion next to him as a way to tell me to sit down. I did as my dad wanted. I put my duffel bag down and sat on the couch next to him. Our difference in size was always sort of a joke to me. Where my dad was a big hunk of a man, I was a smaller, wiry kid. At 22, I had a lean frame, about 180, muscular but not big, just a little line of hair on my abs and hairless everywhere else. I took after my mom's side of the family, but always wished I'd taken after my dad. "House is weird without her here," I said. My dad just nodded and took a big swig from his whisky bottle. I didn't know what to say to him. "How's school?" Dad said. "It's good, you know. Nothing to write home about." "Got a girlfriend?" I was glad the lights were out in the room because my face burned a hot red at that question. It was always the first thing Dad wanted to know, and he was never going to get the answer he wanted; I'd come out as soon as I got to college. But I hadn't told either of my parents, and I wasn't going to make my dad feel even worse by ruining his dreams of a daughter-in-law now. 'Too busy. School is kicking my ass." "A man should never be too busy for a woman now and then," he said, with a hint of disappointment in his voice. I didn't say anything. He took another swig from the whisky bottle. Then he turned his head and looked at me. 'I'm glad you're here, champ." Then he smiled a half-crooked smile, as good as he could muster under the circumstances, and turned away. I, on the other hand, was on fire. I had always had a major crush on my dad, but I always thought it was just because I wanted his build, his effortless masculinity, his strength. But sitting so close to him, feeling his hairy forearm rub lightly against my leg, and seeing him smile that needy crooked smile had set my desires off into high gear, and I was horny as fuck. For my father! It had been a few days since I'd gotten off - a fantastic fucking blowjob from a buddy of mine back at school - and now, all I wanted was my dad, my big hulk of a dad. I wanted him. "I don't know how you do it," he said, a little laugh at the end of it. "Do what?" "Go without women for so long," he said. 'You mom's only been gone a week and I'm hornier than I've ever been." Dad chuckled a little. "Sorry, son, you don't want to hear about your old dad being horny." "I don't mind," I said, probably a little too quickly, probably with too much enthusiasm. My dad shot me a little side glance. "You can tell me anything, is what I mean." "I know, champ," he said, and he put his big paw on my knee and squeezed. "You're a good son. Best I could ask for." He squeezed it again, then let go the tension. But Dad didn't move his hand from my knee. He kept it there, and I could feel my dick getting hard, and panic coming over me. I couldn't let my dad see my dick getting hard. What would he think? "I'm glad you came home, son," my dad said, a little choked up. "You always knew when I needed you, always knew what I needed. Your mom tolerated me as long as she could, but you - son, you always loved me better than anybody ever did." He squeezed my leg again, and I could tell that he was crying. I put my hand on his big thick paw. "Of course, Dad. Nobody matters to me more in this world than you." "I feel useless, son." "No, dad. You're not. Never -" "I'm never gonna find a woman to love me, son." "Dad, come on, you can't be like this." "Look at me. Who'd want to ever touch an old worn-out man like me?" And I don't know what possessed me, maybe it was the feeling of his big masculine paw on my leg, maybe it was knowing how much he needed someone, how desperately he needed to feel love, to feel another's touch, who knows what it was, but I heard these words come out my mouth, in a whisper. "I would, Dad." He didn't say a word. He just sat there in the dark. I continued, my heart beating out of chest, my dick getting as hard as it ever had been. "I think you're the most beautiful man I've ever known. I know you have to have wondered, had thought that I... that I was gay. And I am, dad. And let me tell you, any woman who'd look away from you would be crazy." I heard my dad let out a sigh, just a release of his breath. He still wasn't saying anything. What was he thinking? What was going through his mind? Why did I just tell my own father I was attracted to him? "You mean that, son?" His voice was small, raspy. "Yessir, dad. Of course." His hand moved off my leg. I panicked. He was pulling away from me, he was disgusted by me, I'd fucked up royally. He took a deep swig from his whiskey bottle. Then his hands moved to his jeans and he popped the buttons on his button-fly all the way down. "Show me, son." I'd never heard my dad talk like that, deep, nothing but lust dripping from his words, and he pulled his cock out of his pants - he was commando, as always -and I watched in the shadows my dad's beautiful cock rise to its full glory. "Go ahead, son. Take what's yours." I leaned over and took my dad's cock in my mouth, and he moaned, loud, the moan of a man who hadn't been touched in ages. His cock was thick, hard as fucking rock, precum dripping into my mouth by the bucketloads. I wanted this to last, I didn't want this to be a quick three-pump job, so I started slowly caressing his cock with my mouth, a slow edging blowjob that inched up and down his cock. "Oh shit, son, you feel amazing..." my dad's head went back and he spread his legs wide for me. I slid off the sofa and got between his knees. Looking up I could see him, eyes closed, head back, moaning every time I flicked my tongue across his cock or up and down his shaft. I'd touch his balls and he's grunt, deep, lustful. Soon, he started to watch me. I'd look up and catch my dad's eye, my mouth full of his cock, and he'd encourage me. "That's it, son... that's it... it feels so good, son... god son, you're making your daddy feel good." And he tasted better than any cock I'd ever had. His crotch was musty, smelled deeply of a real man, his scent, my father's scent, the scent I never wanted to leave my nose ever. And dad was getting into it, putting his hand on the back of my head, guiding my mouth up and down his length, teaching me how to please him. He even started fucking my mouth, working his hips like he was working a pussy, making love to my mouth like a man starving for attention. I was in heaven. His groans got faster, deeper, he started pounding away at me, filling my mouth with his cock, owning me, every inch of me. "Get up here," he said gruffly, out of nowhere. He pulled me off his dick and motioned me to the couch. I did, and dad stood up, dropped his jeans to the ground and ripped his shirt off. "Strip, boy." His voice was authoritative and strong, I could tell he was no longer my dad, he was just desire, a throbbing need to satisfy his sexual urges and I was going to be the receptacle. I stripped down and Dad bent me over the edge of the couch. "Forgive me, son. But it's too far now. I gotta do this." And suddenly, Dad was inside me, his wet cock, wet from my spit, was working its way deep into my hole. It was painful, and I let out a cry, but Dad wasn't swayed. He opened me up with the force of his pushing and soon he was balls-deep in me. He held himself there for a second, feeling what it was like to be inside his son, pushing himself into me just a little more. "This is gonna be mine from now on, won't it, son?" "Yes, dad," was all I could get out. And dad started sliding that big manly cock in and out of me, fucking me with all the passion he'd given women his entire life, fucking my ass like it was the best pussy he'd ever gotten. "Oh fuck son... fuck!" He was driving deep in me, again and again, and I took him, all of him. He was my dad, and I'd wanted this forever. Now he was marking me, owning me and I knew things would never be the same between us again. "Can I cum in you, son?" "Yes, Dad." "You sure, son?" "I want it dad. Cum in me daddy, please." "Oh son..fuck...fuck!" And my dad plowed that big cock into me with one giant thrust, and I felt the cum shooting out of his dick and into my hole. He grunted louder than I've ever heard any man grunt before, and his orgasm felt powerful and long. He shot six or seven spurts into me, and it was so pleasurable for dad it sounded like it was painful. I'd done that. I'd made my dad happy. I'd given him a place to fulfill his needs. I'd made him cum. He didn't pull out of me, and I could still feel him, hard, inside me. "Thank you," he said, out of breath, raspy. He ran his hand on my lower back, lovingly. "Anything you ever want, dad, it's yours." And I meant it. This was going to change our relationship forever. Dad's cum was now inside me and I was his boy in a way I'd never dreamt before.