Date: Thu, 30 Apr 2009 14:38:02 -0700 (PDT) From: Jerlar Subject: Hot for Dad This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. Mark Stevens Hot for Dad CHAPTER ONE My name is Danny. I'm gay, and I've known I was gay from the time I was ten years old. Perhaps even before that. I developed early, and before I was even twelve years old my cock had grown, and I had a nice patch of red pubic hair around it. At night I would lie in bed and stroke my cock, all the time thinking about guys rather than girls. At school I had girl friends, but that was just it, they were girls and they were friends. I had absolutely no interest in them sexually. My curiosity was not about having sex with girls, but instead, I wanted to see all the cocks I could set my eyes upon. At school I used any excuse I could to walk through the locker room. Now mind you, it could have cared less about sports of any kind. I wanted to catch as many guys as I could naked and heading for the showers after a hot and sweaty practice. Football practice was my favorite sport, I guess, if I had to name one. Mainly because the guys always returned to the locker room hot and sweaty. I had a few buddies from school, and sometimes before going home we would all meet just outside of town. There was a rather private place where we could pull out the sex magazines, along with our cocks, and jack our young teenage loads. It was always so hot watching other guys stroke their dicks and even hotter to watch as they shot cum onto the ground. What I would have given just to wrap my fingers around just one of those hard dicks and jack the load out myself. However, that opportunity never came up. By the time I turned sixteen the other guys moved on to other things, namely girls. They were all into dating heavily, and I was sort of left behind. So, I went back to jacking. The memory of all those hard cocks as we jacked together those two years were enough to help me out. Then something happened that took me completely by surprise. I came home from school one afternoon. I walked inside the house and was met by silence. My mom was at work as was normal. However, my dad was usually there. He got off work every afternoon at three o'clock. Something must have come up, I decided and headed for my room. I always enjoyed my alone time. It gave me even more opportunity to play with my cock. "Danny, that you?" I guess Dad was home after all. "Yep, it's me," I answered. "Come out here," my dad called. I walked into the kitchen and discovered Dad lying on the floor. His shoulders and hands were underneath the kitchen sink. "Danny, I need you to do me a favor," he said. "Reach into my pocket and grab my car keys. There's a wrench on the seat of the truck that I need." "Sure Dad." I dropped to my knees and reached inside his pocket. Ever since I could remember, Dad always wore coveralls around the house. He always said they were a comfort to him when he worked on projects around the house. I had never quite understood what he meant by that remark, but I had heard him say it many times in my sixteen years. I slid my hand into his pocket, intending on searching for his truck keys. Somehow I misjudged, and I missed my aim entirely. Instead of reaching into the pocket of his coveralls, I went inside them. My mouth flew open. There were no keys there. What I discovered was that my dad was commando inside his coveralls and my hand had found his dick. I was so surprised that I didn't move. I'm not sure how long I left my hand inside his coveralls, but it was long enough I felt his cock start stirring "That's not my keys," Dad said in a gruff voice. His words brought me back to my senses. I let go of his cock and pulled it out of his coveralls. As I removed my hand, I felt the hair around his cock against my palm, and the sensation made my own dick get hard inside my jeans. I stood up and would have left the room except Dad called me back. "Don't forget the keys," he said. This time I made sure I went inside his pocket, and my fingers found the truck keys. I pulled them out and stood back to my feet. I hurried out to the truck and returned shortly with the wrench he needed. "Thanks," he said, taking it from me. "You need any more help?" "Nope," he replied. "Thanks for your help." I went to my room and shut the door. I fell down on the bed. My mind was racing in all directions, thinking about what I had just done. I had never given my father much thought. At least not in any sexual form, I thought. He was Dad, and I had never given much thought about him or his cock. That was about to change, as I was to discover. During the next several days I thought constantly about my father. More specifically, I thought about his cock and the way it had felt as I wrapped my fingers around it. Days later I could still feel it start to grow in my fist, and I could still remember the way the course hair as I pulled my hand out of his coveralls. So much that whenever I jacked I would think about him, wondering just how his dick would look when it was hard. I even thought about his bush. I wondered if it were anything like mine, or if it would be different. Even though I was just sixteen, I had a really thick carpet of hair around the base of my cock, and from the way it felt when I pulled my hand through it, Dad's own bush was just as thick as mine. The more I thought about it, the more I decided I had to see my dad's cock. I wasn't sure how, but I had to come up with a plan. The time shouldn't be difficult because he was always home when I got home from school, and my mom worked until five. I just had to decide how to go about it. About a week later I came home from school and discovered Dad in the kitchen. As usual, he was wearing his famous coveralls. He was standing next to the kitchen counter waiting for his coffee to brew. He usually drank a cup of coffee after coming home from work. This had been his habit ever since I could remember. I placed my books on the table. I walked over and stood directly behind him. I decided I would try something. If he got mad, so be it. What else could he do to me? I quickly slid my hand inside his coveralls, completely missing his pocket. This time, on purpose. As before, he wasn't wearing anything under them, and my fingers found his cock and grasp onto it. He gave a start, but didn't say anything. He just stood there as I slowly started stroking him. I felt his dick thicken up and very quickly he was totally hard inside my hand. As I jacked his dick, he leaned back into me for a bit, still not saying a word. "Stop, Danny," he suddenly said. He stepped to the side and with his hand, pulled my hand out of his coveralls. "Didn't it feel good?" I asked him. I was disappointed. "That's not the point," he said. "It's not right." I wanted to push the matter, but my dad is not a person you can do that with and get away with it. When he says something he means it. I watched as he left the kitchen and disappeared into his bedroom. He shut the door after him, and I knew to leave well enough alone. I went to my own room and fell on the bed. To say I was disappointed would be an understatement. The feel of my dad's cock growing hard in my hand had been so awesome. It had me so excited I was leaking pre cum like crazy inside my jeans. I unsnapped the button and pulled the zipper down. I pulled my underwear down below my balls and started tugging gently on my dick. Pre cum was running down my shaft making it easy to stroke. I laid there with my fingers wrapped around my hard dick, and it felt so good jacking. There was a knock on my door. Dad called, "Danny?" "Yeah, Dad," I answered. I pulled my under ware back up but left my jeans unzipped and unsnapped. "Can I come in?" "Sure." I sat up straighter, my back against the head board of the bed. The door opened, and my dad walked into my room. He closed the door behind him and walked over to the bed. He sat down beside me. "Danny, why did you grab me the way you did?" he asked. "I just wanted to feel you," I answered. I was being as honest as I possibly could. Dad just sat there looking at me. He didn't say a word. "Dad, did you enjoy what I did?" Dad kept on looking at me. At first I thought he wasn't going to answer. Finally he said, "It doesn't matter, it's just not right. Not for a son to do that with his father," he added. I reached over and placed a hand on his thigh. Actually I was closer to his crotch than I was his knee. I waited to see what would happen. Dad didn't push it away, nor did he say anything. For a moment or two we remained silent. I could see his cock straining against his coveralls. I moved my hand slowly upward until I could feel his hard cock underneath them. I took a finger and started rubbing up and down the hard shaft. There was a big wet circle visible on the material. Evidently my dad leaked pre cum as much as I did. Like father like son, I thought. As I continued working my fingers along Dad's hard cock, he made no attempt to move away. Instead, he sat there next to me with his eyes shut. It was plain to see he was enjoying my touch very much. I sat up on the bed and sat as close to him as I could. I reached my hand inside his coveralls and had no problem finding his hard leaking cock. His shaft was slick from all the pre cum he had leaked. It made it easy for me to start stroking him. "God, that feels so good," he moaned. "I want to make you cum, Dad," I said quietly. "Are you sure?" he asked. "You want my mess?" "More than anything, Dad," I assured him. I kept on jacking him. It felt so good feeling his thick hard cock in my hand. I wanted to pull the coveralls down, but decided for now I'd settle for what I was getting. I didn't want to take the chance of upsetting him. I knew if I did he would leave, and I wouldn't get to finish the job. As I jacked, Dad leaned into me, and I felt his hand on my leg. For a moment I thought he was going to touch my own dick, but he didn't. He just left his hand there as I stroked him. Suddenly he started breathing faster, and I knew he was about to shoot his load. I started jacking him faster, and I was quickly rewarded for my effort. I felt his cock swell up in my hand, followed by the first spurt of cum. I felt each squirt of his cum hit the palm of my hand. When he had finished, I brought my hand out of his coveralls. I raised it to my mouth and slowly sucked the still hot dad juice between my lips. Dad watched, amazement in his eyes, as I swallowed all of it. "You like that stuff?" he asked. I just smiled. Dad stood to his feet. Going to the door, he turned back and said, "I'm still not sure this is right." Dad closed the door, leaving me alone. I knew what I had to do. After jacking him and taking his load, I had to jack. My cock was so fucking hard it needed relief in the worst way. I still had traces of Dad's cum in my mouth. I spit into my hand and smeared my dick with it. I could see some of his cum on my cock, and that made me crazy. I started stroking my cock like crazy, and in a matter of seconds I was shooting a hot load. I had been so excited from jacking Dad that it hadn't taken me anytime to shoot my own wad. I caught ever bit of my cum in my hand and quickly swallowed it. In just a matter of minutes I had swallowed not only my own cum, but my dad's as well. The next afternoon I hurried home from school. As usual, I knew Dad would already be there, and I also know that Mom would be at work. I was sort of curious about what might happen. After jacking Dad the day before, it had been an unusual evening. My mom had come home after work and fixed dinner for us. As the three of us sat around the table, my dad had very little to say. My mom noticed right away that he was not acting like his usual self. "Frank, are you all right?" she asked. "Yeah, just a little tired, I guess. I think maybe I'll go to be early tonight." Mom looked at him, and then I guess she decided he was all right, she went on with her conversation. So as I came into the house I wondered about Dad. I thought maybe he was going to be pissed about what happened yesterday. Sometimes you just never knew about Dad. He could be really moody at times. The living room was empty and so was the kitchen, so I decided he must be in his bedroom. I decided to leave him alone and went into my room. I closed the door and fell on the bed. The house was quiet and soon I felt myself starting to drift off to sleep. I opened my eyes. I had heard something somewhere. There it was again. I heard a knock on the door. "Come in," I called. The door opened, and dad stood there. "Can I come in, Danny?" he asked. I watched as he came inside my room. He closed the door behind him. What surprised me the most was the way he was dressed. He didn't have his usual coveralls on. Instead, he was wearing boxer shorts and nothing else. As he came near the bed, I couldn't help but notice the thick red fur of hair that traveled along his chest and stomach. It continued on as it disappeared inside his shorts. Dad sat on the bed. "Danny, you and I need to talk." I sat up in my bed, my back resting against the head board. I had seen my dad's chest before, but never had I ever seen him with just shorts on. I could hardly take my eyes off him. "Are you listening to me, Danny?" he asked. I nodded, still remaining silent. "You know, I'm still not certain this is right. You and me," he added. "However, I do have to admit, it felt really good yesterday when you jacked me. Are you interested in doing it again?" "Oh, yeah, Dad," I answered quickly. I didn't want to give him a chance to change his mind. I decided to take a risk. "Can I see your cock?" I asked quietly. Dad looked at me for the longest time not saying anything. I could tell he had a lot of things going through his mind. He was still uncomfortable with all this, I was certain. Finally he stood to his feet. He faced me and ran his thumbs inside the waist band of his shorts. Keeping his eyes on my face, he slowly inched his shorts down. I watched in fascination as the red treasure trail slowly turned into a full growth of red carpet. My mouth went dry as the top of a wide bush appeared at the top of the shorts. Then as he pulled them further down, I was given the full red carpet welcome. His cock was already hard and made it difficult for him to get his shorts down past it. Finally the shorts were down to his ankles, and he gave them a swift kick. As he stood there, Dad ran one hand along his hairy chest, and with the other, rubbed through his red bush until he found his cock. "Is this what you wanted to see?" he asked me. The faintest trace of a smile was on his lips. He sat on the bed next to me. I nodded. Then I took my hand and placed on his chest. The wiry chest curls felt so good to my skin as I played in the red tangles. I played in his chest hair and at the same time, teased his cock, touching it lightly with my fingers. I wanted to get naked so bad, but I was afraid to. I still had the fear Dad would change his mind and leave before anything could happen. I did not want that to happen. Dad settled it for me. He let me play with him for a while, and then he said, "Okay, you've seen me. Let me see you." I couldn't move fast enough. I tossed my shirt over my head. It landed on the floor beside his shorts. Next I attacked my jeans, pulling them off as quickly as I could. They also landed on the floor. Last, I gave my under ware a tug, and suddenly, I was naked, just like my father. Dad looked at me. I was young enough I had no signs of any chest hair yet. However, my red bush would match his any day of the week. In that area, the two of us were alike. We both had thick red hair all around our dicks. The only difference left was our cocks. Dad was cut, but I wasn't. Dad had told me that for whatever reason his parents had wanted him to be cut. He had always thought that was a choice he should have been allowed to make. So, when I had been born, he had told my mom that he wanted me left uncut. If I chose to have something done later on, that would be my choice. Dad eyed my body, and I could tell he enjoyed what he saw. However, I knew he would never touch me on his own. He would have to be encouraged. Like he had done, I ran my hand slowly down my stomach until my fingers were curled through my thick pubes. Then running my fingers along the underneath side of my cock, I said, "You want to feel my cock, Dad?" He didn't say a word. He lifted his hand out and gently wrapped his fingers around my thickness. When I felt his touch, I thought I was going to shoot right then and there. It felt so good, his touch. I lay down on the bed and motioned for him to join me. I saw a little hesitation in his eyes for just a brief second, and then he was next to me. As we lay next to each other, our naked skin touching, I thought I had died. The sensation was so great, just sharing something as close and intimate as this was. Finally I reached over and placed my hand on his chest. Dad had so much chest hair, and I wondered if when I got older that I would be the same way. I had an older brother, Jason, who was away in college. His chest was covered with a mat of thick black hair. It looked as if the men in my family were blessed with hair. I was hopeful that one day I would be the same way. I played in the thick red tangles, loving the sensation they were creating against my skin. I slowly traveled through the mat until I was deep in the middle of his bush. Again, they felt so fucking good to me. I wish I could just live inside all that hair, that's how much I love hair around a cock. As I jacked him, Dad placed his hand on my lower stomach. The top edge of my pubes touched his fingers, but he didn't make a move to go any further. He just lay there and groaned as I stroked him. He didn't offer to touch my cock again, and I didn't try and force the matter. Something told me that if I let him take his time, things would improve on his part. He just needed time to adjust to this man sex. Dad moaned again and said he was getting close. I stopped stroking him. I took my hand away from his cock and made my way back up his chest. I ran my fingers through the thick curls once again. When I came to one of his nipples, I traced around it. It immediately stood to attention. It stood up nice and hard, surrounded by a layer of more red hair. In fact, the hair was so thick even there that the nipple was hardly noticeable. I took turns playing back and forth between the two, making both of them tight and hard. Then once more I made my way back down that hairy road to his very wet dripping cock. More pre cum had covered his shaft, and as I started stroking him once more, my fingers fairly flew over his skin. "You leak so much pre cum, Dad," I said. He looked down at my own dripping dick. "So do you," he said. "I guess like father like son," I agreed. "You keep on jacking me, and I'm going to fill your hand with my junk," he warned. "Give me your cum, Dad," I cried. "Shoot your thick load," I said. My words took him over the edge, and with one huge shudder, Dad's cock started erupting its creamy load. I caught all of it in my hand, not losing any of it. When he had finished shooting, let go of his cock. Dad looked at me. "Are you going to swallow it again?" he asked. "Nope, not this time," I answered, a grin on my face. As he watched, I took his cum and smeared it all over my dick. I could tell as he watched me that he was surprised by what I was doing. As he continued looking at me, I slowly started jacking my cock lubed with his cum. It felt so hot on my dick and so slick that I knew it wasn't going to be long before I shot my own load. As I lay there jacking my dick, Dad watched. He had such an intense look on his face. I wondered what he was thinking, but I also didn't give a shit. All I wanted was to shoot my own load. Just before I shot my boy juice, I felt Dad's hand on my stomach once more. Then as I stroked my dick, I felt him slowly go into my bush a little more. He was far enough in now that as I jacked, my hand touched his. Just the feel of his hand in my red pubes was enough to send me over the edge. My cock suddenly swelled up between my fingers, and I shot my first spurt, followed by several more. When I had finished, I lay there quietly, my fingers still wrapped around my cock. Finally Dad said, "Damn, you shoot as much as I do." I thought I could detect a bit of pride in his tone, in spite of the fact he was still uncomfortable with what we were doing. Dad stood to his feet. Walking to the door, he said, "I'd better get cleaned up. And so had you," he added. He closed the door behind him, leaving me alone in the room. I lay there playing with the cum in my bush. I thought about what had just happened. Had this really happened? I thought to myself. It was like a dream. I suddenly remembered Dad lying next to me naked. I remembered holding is hard hairy cock. I remembered catching his cum and jacking my own dick with it. Fuck yeah, it had happened.