Date: Sat, 29 Oct 2011 02:48:34 -0400 From: Harrison Reed Subject: Life with Dad Usual disclaimers apply. This story contains consensual sex between an older male and a younger male relative. This story is completely fictional and only inspired by fantasy. Also, this story includes unsafe sex, but does not condone it. Remember to have fun, but always wear a condom. Only have unsafe sex with someone you truly love and trust, with whom you've thoroughly discussed the topic with. This is my first story so please send any feedback you have to bad_wolf17@hotmail.com. I'd really appreciate any criticism, good or bad, as long as it's genuine and worthwhile. So please sit back, get comfortable, and enjoy. Life with Dad By H.C.R. I love my dad. Of course, he isn't just my dad. He's my best friend. And as you'll soon find out, he's also my lover. My dad never treated me like other parents treat their kids. He always talked to me like I was an adult who could handle both the good and the bad things in life. He trusted me with everything that an adult can be trusted with and more. I can't begin to explain how grateful I am to have had him beside me my whole life. He supported me in everything I did. When I became a vegetarian, he went as far as to become on too. When I wanted to get into musical theater, he researched non-stop so that we could find the right class for me. And when I told him I was bisexual, he told me that he loved me and he absolutely didn't care and that if I ever needed to talk to him about it to not hesitate. My dad is a writer. He mostly writes mystery/thriller novels. I've read every book he's ever written and I absolutely loved every single one, and don't think I'm saying that just because he's my dad. He isn't extremely famous, but most people vaguely recognize it when they hear the name Leo Riley. He also has a group of very devoted fans who come to every one of his book signings. My dad not only has an amazing personality, but is incredibly good looking. He's pretty thin, and not very muscular, with short and striking deep orange hair. His skin is very soft and pale which turns me on like you wouldn't believe. He has bright pink nipples of which I've always wanted to taste, and don't even get me started on the freckles on his upper back. He is 40 years old. I've always loved him but didn't start thinking about him sexually until about 5 years ago when I had a sex dream about him. Ever since then, I was hooked and rarely masturbated to the thought of anyone but him. Unfortunately, I don't look much like my dad. I have jet black hair that I actually wear in a style similar to his. I'm also incredible hairy. I've never heard of a 15 year old having as much hair as me. It's on my chest and under my arms. I have a pretty wild bush and an extremely hairy ass. My legs are hairy to the point where I can't wear any socks higher than the ankle because they pull my hair too much. One thing my dad and I do share in common is our skin. I have the same pale skin as him and I love it. We are also both thin, about 5'9", and have almost identical 7" uncut cocks that were made for each other. But I don't know that yet in this point of the story. Speaking of the story, let's get back to it. My family was fortunate enough to always have more than enough money. We lived in an amazing Victorian house complete with stained glass windows, curved staircases, and quite a few secret compartments and passageways, which was the main reason my dad wanted to buy the house. He never told me where any of the secret compartments were in the house because he wanted me to find them myself, which I didn't mind since we both share a great love for solving mysteries. I actually wouldn't be surprised if he had purposely had the realtor not tell him about any of the house's secrets. My childhood was perfect except for my mother. Don't get me wrong, I love her to death when she's herself, but she gets in many different moods that aren't like her at all. I don't think I'll ever know what's mentally wrong with her, but I wish she would bother to get help. Either she'll yell at everyone or become depressed and act as though it's their fault. I hate her for how much she fights with Dad for no reason. I hate her even more for the look I see on his face after they've fought and she storms out of the house. This past summer, the fighting got really bad, to the point where I heard her screaming every night at him. One particularly bad night, she had punched him and then slammed the front door for the last time. I made sure he was alright and got him some ice for what would probably become a swelled cheek in the morning. We sat down on the couch together and I hated so much to see the look of despair on his face. "You can cry if you have to," I said. "You don't have to be afraid of your son seeing you stripped of you emotionally tough shell." He looked at me like he didn't know what to say and then finally broke the silence with, "I'm sorry." "For what?" "All of this. Your mother and I yelling at—." "She's the one who yells at you! You have nothing to be sorry about. You've given us everything and you're still too much of a gentleman to tell her what a bitch she is." "Colton, don't talk about her that way." "I'll stop when she quits yelling at you the way she does." He looked up at me and I saw a single tear fall from his eye. I leaned in and hugged him harder than I've ever hugged him before. "You've gotta give me a little room to breathe, Colton." "I just want you to know that I love you and I'm here for you." "I know you are, and I am so grateful to have you." We just stared at each other for a while until I finally said, "I need to cheer you up. Movie marathon?" He smiled, and with that we made our way upstairs. We always watched movies on his bed because it was obviously comfortable and the TV in his room was even bigger than the one in our living room. We lay down and I popped in some horror movie we rented, but it didn't matter much because we fell asleep almost instantly. I woke up before him, at about 9:00. I just laid there staring at him for a while. I considered moving closer and snuggling up against him, but then went over what happened last night. He just went through so much trauma and he didn't need to wake up and find that his son was a pervert who looked as though he was about to start jacking off his father. I got up and got a shower. I went downstairs and starting making us breakfast. Dad came downstairs just as I was about to go upstairs and wake him up. "Good morning," I said. "Good morning," he said back. "You want to go shopping today?" "Um, ok. Where?" "I don't know. All around, I guess. Wherever you want." "Well, you know I'm always in need of a trip to the bookstore. Plus, it makes me so proud when I get to see my father's new book sold out." He chuckled. "I don't know about sold out, but I'm sure a couple copies have been bought since the last time we were there. I'll get dressed when we're finished eating and then we can go." We finished eating in about 15 minutes and he went upstairs to get ready while I loaded the dishwasher. It made me smile knowing that he was in a good mood after last night. We ended up going clothes shopping which we can always bond over since we pretty much have the same style of sweaters and dress shirts, and because we're the same size, we can borrow from each other. Then we went to the bookstore as discussed, but we didn't end up getting anything, since our library at home already had a brand new row of books waiting to be read. When we got home the place was a mess. At first we thought somebody had broken in, but then we noticed that all of mom's things were gone. A picture of her and my dad lay broken on the ground. The drama queen had clearly tried to place it so perfectly and make a statement. I looked over at him and he had that look on his face again, the one I couldn't stand. He started going up to his room and I followed. The bedspread was gone along with almost everything else. She must have got a moving truck because the TV was gone. She even went as far as to take the shower curtain. Broken glass was all over the floor. She had left a note on the table calling Dad a few select names and saying she was never coming back again. "I - I just can't…," my dad muttered. "Do you need to lie down?" He nodded his head. "You can sleep in my bed." We went to my room and he lay down on my green and silver bed. I asked him if he needed anything, but he said he just wanted to sleep for a little. I told him I was going to go and straighten up his room. "No, you don't have to –." "I want to. Just relax." I pulled the canopy drapes surrounding my bed closed and went to his room. I swept up all of the glass until I thought most of it was gone and then ran the vacuum. I put everything back in its place and flushed the note down the toilet. As I was watching the last bit of my mother I ever planned on having contact with flush down the toilet, I noticed that the bathroom cupboard door was slightly open. I opened it and found that she had even taken the towels! But something seemed off place. Growing up with Dad telling me mystery stories and then eventually reading them on my own, I'd learned to spot when something was a little bit different. The panel in the back of the shelf didn't appear to be so firmly attached to the wall as the rest. I tried to pull it off without success. Then, I pushed it and the top came detached and it opened downwards. I couldn't believe what I found. I pulled out a few DVD's and knew at once that they were porn films. But they all had one common theme: dad and son. I must have seen clips of some of them online because I recognized some of the scenes shown on the back. I was so utterly shocked. My own father, was not only attracted to men, but he had an incest fetish! I thought it couldn't get any better but my mind exploded at what I found next. I pulled out a comic from the compartment. I had seen screenshots from it online. It was about a red-headed father and a son with hair to match. But this one was different. Someone had colored in the son's hair in every picture so that it was black. They had also drawn chest hair and dark pubes on the son with a very thin marker. The dad looked like him, the son looked like me, and it was a porn comic. Did this mean that my dad wanted to have sex with me? When he beat off to this comic was he thinking of us? My head was spinning so fast I didn't even realize that my cock was rock hard. I closed the bathroom door just in case, pulled my pants down, opened the comic, and jacked my cock for less than a minute before I came all over the floor. I cleaned up and flipped through the comic a little more. In the back I found a picture of me! It was from a year ago when dad and I had gone to the beach. I was only wearing my swim trunks and was lying on my beach towel looking up at my dad who had taken the picture. I was 99% positive that he wanted to have sex with me as much as I wanted to have sex with him. I put the porn back in the compartment and closed it up, but I kept the comic. I don't know why I kept it besides the fact that it was fucking hot, but I'm happy I did. I hid it in the front of my jeans and decided to go into my room and hide it quickly. I crept down the hall and opened the door slowly to make sure he couldn't see through the canopy drapes. He seemed to still be asleep so I quickly hid it in the top shelf of my wardrobe. I guess he heard me his slow breath stopped and he said, "Colton? Are you in here?" "Yeah, I was just coming to check on you. I wanted to see if you were awake and if you needed anything." "Oh, no I should probably clean up the rest of the house, though." "Dad, you don't need to worry about that now." "No, it's ok. I'm fine. I'd just like to get it over with." He climbed out of bed and then went to check out his room. Then he said, "Thank you for cleaning. I have to go to the bathroom. Could you go and throw out that bag of broken glass for me?" "Sure," I said. I grabbed it and headed downstairs and then put it in the garbage can outside. When I came back in he was just coming down the stairs with a sick look on his face. He looked even paler than he normally did. "Colton, did your mom call at all?" he asked. "No. Why?" "I just wanted to make sure. So, she didn't mention anything about what she took?" "Um… no. I just said she didn't call. Is everything ok?" I asked suspiciously. And then it hit me. Oh shit! He thought she took the comic! He thought she was going to use it against him! That's exactly the sort of thing she'd do! Oh, no. I didn't mean for this to happen. I needed to tell him I took it. I didn't want him worrying all night. But if I told him, then I needed to tell him how much I loved him. And I wanted everything to be perfect when I did that. I already had so many fantasies about the night that we admitted how we felt about each other, and then made love. I needed to prepare everything first and then I'd be ready to tell him. "Yeah. Yes, everything's fine." "Ok. Actually do you mind if I get a shower instead of cleaning?" "Of course I don't mind. You cleaned up my room after all, you deserve a break. I should actually get one too now. Wash all of the stress off of me." "Ok. Oh. No, wait. She took the shower curtain. You'll have to get a shower in my bathroom." "Oh, that's right, I forgot. I'll get one when you're finished. Take your time though; I'll clean up the living room until you're done." I went upstairs and got ready to get a shower. I took out the at-home enemas that I had bought at the drug store in the event that I would ever have sex. Well, I didn't actually have the guts to purchase them traditionally, but I help out at the drug store on weekends, so when Mr. Meyers who owns the shop stepped out for a bit, I quickly got them, rang myself up, and then threw them in my bag. I took my shower and was very careful to get perfectly clean inside and out. I got out and dried my hair and styled it. I wanted to look my best for tonight. I got dressed in some shorts and a shirt and went down to tell Dad he could get a shower now. I could tell he was still so nervous. I felt so bad! He probably thought Child Protective Services would beat down the door any second. I waited until I heard the water running and then went upstairs. I would put my plan in action. I was so nervous! I grabbed the comic out of my wardrobe and approached my bathroom door. I considered not going through with it but I knew I had to. I quietly and slowly opened the door and placed the comic on the toilet. Once I left and shut the door, I took all of my clothes off. I wanted him to see me naked on the bed when he came out of the bathroom. I climbed into bed and covered only my crotch with the blanket. God, I was so hard despite how nervous I was. I heard the water stop. It was only a matter of time now. There was no turning back. My heart was pounding and it felt like he spent forever in the bathroom. I heard everything go silent and he came out only clad in a towel and holding the comic. He looked completely shocked to see me. After 2 seconds of silence that felt like an hour I finally spoke. "Dad, before you say anything I want you to know that I love you so much. Sometimes it's unbearable how much I love you, and I think you've realized that it's more than a father-son kind of love. I want to experience you in every way possible, and I came across your porn and I found that comic and saw that you gave the son black hair like me and then I found the picture of me in the back and based on that I assume you're as attracted to me as I am to you and if that's true then it should be very hard for you to keep your hands off of me right now." I was breathing so heavily at this point while he took in everything I'd thrown at him. He finally responded with, "Is all of that true?" I simply nodded. "Oh Colton, I love you too. I have for so long now. I'm in love with you. I'm in love with my son." "Dad, come over here and make love to me." He began to walk over but then he stopped. "Are you sure you want to do this. Everything will be different between us." "I want it to be different! I want us to be closer! Now please trust that I want this more than anything! Just please kiss me before I explode!" He ran over to my bed and climbed on top of me. Our lips touched and we began to make out. I was shivering so much under him. I'd been waiting for this for so long and it's like time wasn't going fast enough. I needed all of him at once and I needed it to never end. We were furiously kissing with our lips fighting and our tongues doing a perfectly choreographed dance. I needed more of him, though. I began to rub his back and then I tore off his towel and grabbed his smooth ass. He began to grind his hard cock against mine while we continued to kiss. I'd never felt anything like this before. It wasn't long until we were moaning into each other. We were both going to cum soon. As we got closer our thrusts were getting harder and faster. Our dicks were slippery with precum and the feeling was amazing. We were seconds away from cumming and we were both screaming at the top of our lungs while still never separating our lips. We both shot our loads at exactly the same time. It was the longest and strongest orgasm I'd ever had. We'd relaxed a little but there was still so much passion. Our cocks, although softer than before, were still hard. We'd slowed down a bit but we kept kissing. Only seconds ago, we seemed rough and animalistic, but now everything was more sensual and romantic. Each kiss lasted longer and instead of grabbing each other we softly ran our hands over each other's bodies. Dad broke away from the kiss and just looked at me and smiled. "What?" I asked. "Everything just feels so perfect." He kissed me again. "You're perfect." "We're perfect. I can't even fathom how good this feels. It's like—" "Son, I don't mean to interrupt you, but can we talk later? I've just been waiting so long to taste your cock and I can't wait any longer." I guess the pleased look on my face from the thought of him sucking me off answered for me, because he went straight down and put his mouth on my cock. I gasped instantly. "Oh fuck, dad! Goddamn! Yeah, suck my fucking cock!" I was in complete ecstasy. The man I loved was giving me head, and doing a good job of it too. There was a perfect balance of him licking the head and taking me all the way down to his throat. I was actually inside him! Just as I was going to tell him I was about to cum he stopped. I saw the look of lust on his face as he said, "I think your chest needs some attention too." He started kissing upwards away from my penis, and eventually began to rub his face all over my chest. "I've always been so turned on by your hair, son. I saw you grow more and more every year and it took so much restraint not to bury my face in it." "Well if you had I wouldn't have stopped you." "Guess I'll just have to make up for lost time," he said. He started to kiss and lick my right nipple and before I knew it he had moved to the other one. He raised his head up and we kissed a little more. "Son, will you suck your father's cock for him?" he asked. "Yes daddy," I said jokingly although it turned out to really turn me on. "You keep talking like that and `daddy's' never going to let you get any rest." "You say that like it's a bad thing. Now get on your back and let me make you moan." "You're so fucking sexy, son," he said as I kissed my way down his smooth chest, making sure to stop at his pink nipples. I finally got down to his beautiful cock and started off by licking the head a little. A load of precum oozed instantly and I could tell by the noises he was making that he was thoroughly enjoying it. I took him into my mouth and although it took a while to work his cock into my throat, I eventually took most of him. "Fuck Colton! You're so fucking good at this! I'm gonna cum, baby!" I stopped once he said that even though I wanted him to cum in my mouth so bad. I hopped up to sit on his chest. "Not yet. I want you to cum inside me," I said. "You mean?" "Yep. I want you to fuck me, dad." "Oh son, I want to fuck you so bad. I was scared you wouldn't want to go that far yet." "Are you kidding? I get the chance after years of wanting it and you think there's any possibility I would decline?" We started kissing again and when we stopped I was on my back with my dad on top of me. I reached out and grabbed a bottle of lube out of my nightstand. "Do you have any condoms?" my dad asked. "I was kind of hoping that you wouldn't use one. I cleaned myself out and everything and I want to feel your cock as completely as I can inside of me. But if you don't want to—" "No, I want to. It's just, do you know how great it is that my son, the love of my life, not only wants to fuck but doesn't want me to wear a condom?" "No, but I know how great it is to tell my dad that I love him and want nothing more than to make him cum, then have him tell me he wants the exact same thing." We looked at each other for a while after that, clearly not finding any words to express how we felt, so we just kissed each other. Although it was fast and rough, it was extremely sensual and made me shiver. Dad started kissing my jaw and then my neck until he whispered in my ear, "Would it gross you out if I told you I wanted to lick your ass a little before I fuck it?" "Feel how much harder my dick got since you said that and tell me if you think it grossed me out. But be forewarned, I'm pretty hairy back there." "Mmm… That's what makes me want it so bad. Now get on your stomach and let's see if I can't make you moan." I did as I was told and quickly felt his tongue make its way into my ass. "Dad, that feels better than I ever thought it would. Damn you're good at that. Fuck, get that ass ready for your cock, Daddy!" He continued to eat me out for what must have been a full ten minutes while I moaned and writhed. He kissed his way up my back and starting licking and kissing my neck while he rubbed his dick against my ass cheeks. "I loved that," I said to him. "Me too," he said so close to my ear that his lips were touching it. You have such a nice, hairy, tasty ass. I bet it feels amazing around my cock." I turned over onto my back under him. "Let's find out then. Can we fuck face-to-face?" "I wouldn't have it any other way, son." He grabbed the lube and put some in my ass and on his dick. "Do you want me to finger fuck you first?" "No. I'm too impatient for that. Just fuck me." He leaned down and gave me a single, prolonged kiss. "I'll be gentle." I spread my legs as far as they could go, then he aligned his cock with my ass and slowly pushed in. It didn't feel too bad having only the head in. He continued to push and I focused on keeping my asshole relaxed. It reached a point where I started to feel the pain and then the pain became more intense and I had to scrunch my face to keep from making any noise. "You ok?" he asked. "Yeah, just stop for a second." I waited until the pain faded a little and told him to start again, just go even slower. This proved to work pretty well because although it still hurt, I was able to keep relaxed as each inch was pushed inside me. After awhile he stopped and I opened my eyes to find his face barely an inch away from mine. "That's it, baby. I'm all the way in," he said. "How's it feel?" "I don't know yet, you're not moving." "Your ass always that hungry for daddy's cock?" I chuckled. "Always. Just please go slow." "Of course, baby," he said and then kissed me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he moved out of me just a tiny bit, and then pushed back in. He continued doing this, occasionally moving out farther than before until he was a couple inches from being all the way out. It didn't feel like I'd expected. Sure, I'd played with my ass before, but you can't get this far with your finger. It was a lot of pressure but in a good way, kind of like when you feel pain, but it fells oddly pleasurable. Of course, the pain eventually fades and you just feel that intense, good pressure. Finally, he had only his head in again which meant that he would have to start going all the way in and all the way out. He began to push in and when he was halfway in, I let out a whimper. "I'm sorry, did I hurt you too much?" he asked. "Kind of. I just need to get used to it. It feels good to though, don't worry. I just need to relax more when you push in." "Let me help with that." He leaned down and started kissing my neck as he pushed in. I whimpered again, but we could both tell it was because of how great everything felt. I was feeling almost no pain now, and any that I was feeling was masked by the pleasure my dad was giving me. He started to go a little bit faster and I couldn't believe to noises I was making. You hear people moaning in porn, but it's hard to imagine actually feeling so amazing that you automatically grunt without even realizing it. My dick was getting harder than ever and I needed release. I loved the feeling of how slow Dad was going, but I couldn't take waiting any longer. "I think I'm ready now," I said. He stopped worshiping my neck. "For what?" "For you to fuck my brains out." He gave me a very naughty and lustful look before we began making out again. He kept fucking me and slowly increased the speed. I was in heaven. I could feel the heat rising and we clutched onto each other's sweaty bodies. This went on for quite a while, along with us both grunting and moaning while never separating our lips. I felt the speed pick up even more than before until he was pushing into me just as much as I was sliding my ass onto his cock. "I'm gonna cum, baby! Daddy's gonna cum inside you! Oh fuck yeah! I'm gonna cum in your tight ass!" he screamed. "I've been waiting so long for you to cum inside me, Dad! Fuck me harder! Fuck me until you explode!" He let out a long noise between a grunt and a yell, and I felt him do it. I felt him squirt his cum into my ass. Another surprise followed. I came. I, whose dick wasn't even being touched, came. I was feeling so much pleasure that I came without even thinking of my cock. We held each other close and screamed as we both shot our loads. When our orgasms ended, we lay there, our sweaty bodies intertwined, still kissing each other. We cleaned up a bit and then lay back down. "That was incredible," my dad said. "More than that. It was perfect. It was better than I ever thought it could be, and I've thought about it a lot." "Me too. I love you so much, son. You're the most amazing person on Earth." "I love you too, Dad. I don't think I could ever describe how much I love you. What I feel for you is too strong and too perfect to describe with words." We stayed that way all night; hugging each other with my head resting on his chest. Before we drifted off to sleep he told me he loved me for one last time that night. "Love you too, Dad. I want to spend the rest of my life with you." If I hadn't been so exhausted, I might have noticed that he didn't respond. I hope you enjoyed the story and if you did please don't forget to let me know. You can tell me what you liked, what you didn't, what you'd like to see happen, etc. I'd like to continue the story and I have a pretty good idea of where I want it to go. Thank you and I look forward to hearing what you guys think.