Date: Thu, 21 Jan 2021 12:01:22 +0000 From: Paul Simons Subject: Lockdown with Dad: Chapter 2 DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction, and contains explicit, sexual content and scenes of incest. If viewing this material is illegal where you live, OR you're a minor under the age of 18, please stop reading this. If you're not sure about this legatilty, please stop reading until you have looked into your own, local laws. Any likeness or similarity between persons, places, products or concepts are purely coincidental. I would appreciate any feedback and comments on the story as this is my first time writing. Please email me and I will respond. Nifty is free for us all at the point of use, so please if you can, support the platform and help keep gay erotica alive. Chapter 2 DANIEL: When I woke up, it took me a minute to work out where I was and what was happening. I was deliciously warm and comfortable, to the point where I didn't want to open my eyes and let the day in. As I came to, something felt different. I felt enclosed. I realised there was something behind me as I lay curled on my side. I shifted my weight slightly to lean back and met an immovable bulk. I felt a weight on my side and opened my eyes to look down. A thick, muscular arm was wrapped around my waist, the hand pressing against my abdomen. I realised my dad was spooning me, and he was under the covers. Didn't he fall asleep at the end of the bed? He must have shifted through the night. I lay there, comfier than I had been in a long time, feeling contentedly refreshed. I moved my arm to lay it on top of dad's arm and stroked the soft, slightly tanned skin on the back of his hand. The light hadn't quite penetrated the room properly yet and I assumed it was still early. Not wanting to disturb the moment or wake Dad up, I fell back asleep and dosed for a while. When I woke again I could feel movement behind me. Dad was snuggling in behind me, his whole body contoured to fit mine. I wiggled so I could feel what was going on and felt the warm breeze of his breath on my neck, giving me goosebumps. On my back I could feel the smooth hair of his chest pressed against me, softly rustle as I moved. Then as my assessment moved further down I felt something very unexpected. Something hard pressed into my lower back just above my ass. Working out the positioning, it didn't take an expert to work out that was his morning wood pressing into me. I was still very naked from the night before and my cock was standing to attention as well (as it normally does at this time of the morning). I drew a short gasp as a realised and I was unsure how to feel. I had cuddled with my buddies before and we had jokingly felt each others dicks and stuff, but I had never woken up spooning one of them. It felt nice, and comfortable, and safe. But it was also my dad lying behind me. I presume he was hard because all guys get hard in the morning right? I moved my hips slightly and pressed my ass backwards, pushing into his cock. It felt like he had underwear on, so I was slightly relieved. As I pressed back I heard a slow, quiet moan from behind my head and my cock twitched. Did I cause that? I moved again, still slow but slightly deeper than before and dad moaned again, a little louder. Dad's hand that was still around my waist moved up and down stroking my chest and I felt him press his hips forward, pushing his hard cock into my ass. As soon as it had started, it stopped and Dad pulled back slightly, body contact ended, but his hand pulled back and still rest on my waist. "Mmmh, morning son, did you sleep well?" Dad asked, with a yawn. I pretended I was just waking up too and faked a yawn, "Yeah was one of the best sleeps I've had in a while. How did you end up in here?" "Oh sorry, I think I fell asleep at the end of the bed, and woke up cold, so I thought I would come in for a cuddle. That okay? He explained. "Yeah, I'm so warm. It's nice." And with that he snuggled back into me, and snaked his hand back around my waist. My cock twitch again, betraying me, as he went and it bounced against his hand. "Bit of morning wood there son?" He said, and I could hear the amusement in his voice. "Sorry," I said, embarrassed "it's always like that in the morning." "Nothing to apologise for Danny boy, it's natural. Us guys always wake up like that. Hell, mine is up like that 90% of the day!" he laughed, and I laughed too. "Really? Me too. It never seems to go down, no matter what I do." I replied. "What do you do to sort it out?" Dad asked, absentmindedly rubbing my chest. "Eh...just wank really...you?" I asked tentatively. He paused for a moment, considering his answer. "Yeah, I do the same, along with...other things," He answered enigmatically, "Can I ask you something son?" "Sure." "Are you still a virgin?" Wow! I wasn't expecting that one! How do I answer? Am I honest and tell him I sucked a guy off in the public toilets? Or tell him about the time I got fingered in the shower by one of the guys on the football team? Or does he mean sex with a girl? I have had sex with a girl. Once. It wasn't great. "Danny? It's okay, you don't need to tell me. I was just curious." "I'm, eh, no. I'm not a virgin. I had sex with my ex-girlfriend, Holly." Deciding to go the conventional route. "How was that?" He asked. "It was...wet?" I answered honestly. I really didn't know how to describe it. He laughed. "It was fine I guess. We kind of fumbled about and it didn't last long before I...y'know. But I just remember it being wet and quick." "Just the once or have you done it a few times?" he continued. "Just once. After that, she tried to initiate it again, but to be honest, I wasn't that interested. Which is kinda why we broke up just after." and that was the truth. After it, I realised I really wasn't into girls so didn't want to have any more awkward, wet sex with her and she knew it. "That's okay son, it'll feel good when you do it with the right person." I noted he said "person" and not "girl", as though he suspected something, but was too polite to say. "Now, how about we get up and make pancakes from breakfast?" he said, pulling back the covers and springing out of bed, slapping my naked ass as he went, "put something on and I'll meet you in the kitchen." I lay there for minute thinking about the conversation. It was the most intimate conversation we had ever had. It felt so comfortable and natural to just lay there with him and talk about personal stuff. That's what dads were for right? I wanted to tell him more. I wanted to tell him that actually I fantasied about guys all the time when I wanked, or that sucking that dick in the public toilets had made me feel so alive and free that I couldn't wait to do it again. Maybe if it came up in conversation again, I would tell him. I would also need to find a way of getting him to tell me about these guys he had met before I moved in. So pent up, I had to wank. My cock was already rock solid and I was so horned up that after a couple of minutes I was ready to bust. After depositing another load on my chest I picked up my tee shirt from the floor and mopped myself up. It was only after that I realised I had picked up dad's tee shirt he'd left lying there and now it was covered in my spunk. I heard him shout from downstairs tell me to hurry up, so I threw it under my bed, pulled on a pair of my briefs and headed downstairs. I received an appreciative nod from dad at my outfit when I entered the kitchen as he too had decided to stick with just his black boxer briefs. They looked too small on him, more just because he was so thick and bulging out of them. We tucked into breakfast and talked about what to do with our Sunday and decided on a movie day on the couch, because he was a little hungover and I couldn't be bothered doing anything more. We just stayed in our undies all day and got under the blanket. We started at opposite ends, but as the day progressed, we shifted about. Me leaning on his shoulder, his arm around me. My head in his lap. Lying down with our legs entwined. It was the perfect lazy day. We made lunch and had snacks and ate a lot of junk food. You wouldn't think, looking at him, that he eats any junk but let me tell you, he can put it away! After dinner I decided to take a shower and have an early night so I bid him goodnight and off I went. Late in the evening, I went downstairs to get a drink. All the lights were out in the house and my dad's bedroom door was closed so I presumed he was asleep. I crept downstairs, trying not make any noise, and heard the TV on and light spilling out of the ajar door. As I got closer, the noise coming from the TV was more distinct and made me pause. There was a lot of grunt and moaning from a guy and high pitched whimpers from a woman. Very obviously noises that you only hear in porn. I crept up to the door and slid it open a little further so I could stick my head in. The TV is directly in front of you on the wall as you enter the room. With the couch in front of it facing the the TV, you enter from behind the sofa. There was indeed porn on the TV, except it wasn't just a guy and woman. It was two guys and a woman. I stood there transfixed as I watched one big dicked guy ploughing into the woman from behind, the other guy was shoving his cock in her mouth. They all seemed to be having a great time. I started to get hard, my cock bulging in in my pyjama bottoms. The threesome changed positions, with the two guys lying down on the bed next to each other and the woman started playing with each of their cocks. As they were going at it, the two guys started kissing each other and rubbing each other all over with their hands. This was before one of them bent down and started sucking the other guy's dick with the woman. Oh, it's bi porn! At that point I noticed Dad sitting on the sofa, facing the TV. He couldn't see me as I slipped inside the door and kept my back against the wall. I could only see the back of his head and his shoulders but the shoulder movement I presumed was him wanking that big beer can dick. I was hooked, and getting harder by the second. I could hear dad moaning to himself, obviously enjoying himself as he watched the scene unfold. I stood stalk still for a while, too scared to moved incase he heard me. The scene progressed to one of the guys fucking the other's ass, while that guy fucked the girl. It was a hell of a scene, and they were all so hot (even the girl, I suppose). My cock was aching to be free and to be played with. I felt like I might cum in my pants without even touching my dick -- that would be a first! In order to relieve some pressure on my dick, I moved to the left to spread my legs a bit and the floor below be creaked. Creaked a little too loudly for my liking and all of a sudden my dad's head snapped around and looked me straight in the eyes. "Danny! I thought you went to bed?" he almost shouted, clearly startled at my sudden appearance. "I just came down to get a drink and I thought you had left the TV on. I'm sorry!" I panicked as I moved to run away. "Wait a minute! You surprised me is all." I stopped and he looked me up and down and noticed the bulge from my still solid dick in my trousers. "I usually watch on the big screen when I'm alone but I probably shouldn't now that you're living here." "A big screen is better than a little laptop." I found myself saying before I had even thought about it. Why do I keep letting my dick speak for me? He laughed. "That's true! Wait...you watch porn?" "Eh..." I looked sheepish and that was all the answer he needed. "Well I suppose I'm not surprised. I was horny as fuck at your age, but we didn't have the benefit of the internet." "Oh." I said, not knowing how to reply, but turned on thinking about a 16 year old Rick wanking off. "We just had to use our imaginations. Or dirty magazines if I could get my hands on one." "That's bi porn right?" I asked, motioned towards the TV. Now was my chance, "Are you bi?" Dad looked at me, hesitating for a moment, "Come sit down, son." I jumped over the back of the sofa as he turned the TV off, and planted myself next to him as fast as I could, both horny and a little scared about whether I was in trouble or not. He was sitting in the same black boxer briefs that he had been in all day. God they will stink, I thought. They were bulging, but I couldn't tell if he was hard or not, but he saw me looking. "In answer to your question, yes. I like women, like your mum, but I also like guys. Are you okay with that?" "Yes...I...eh...." I stammered. "I. Like. Guys. Too." I stuttered, staring at my hands in my lap. "You do?" he asked, only a slight tone of surprise in his voice. "That's cool. Thank you for telling me. I love you, okay?" Wow. I don't know the reaction I was expecting. Disappointment, anger, indifferent awkwardness even. But not, positivity? Relief washed over me, like a weight had been lifted and I could fully breathe again. I hadn't realised how much anxiety I was holding about that, and about him finding out. But not only was he fine with it, he also likes guys? What were the chances? "Come here." He said, opening his arms wide, inviting me in. We hugged, our naked chests pressed against each other for a very long time. He kissed me sweetly on the neck and rubbed my back. When he went to let go, I just shuffled in closer, basically planting myself on his lap and held closer, content in the moment. "I love you too, Dad" I felt his cock twitch underneath me when I said that. "I could sit like this forever, I'm so comfy." "Me too son, I'm glad I've got my boy back living with me and we can do things like this." I eventually let him go and repositioned myself on the couch, "Can I ask something?" I said. "Anything." "Can we, eh, turn the TV back on...?" I asked, trying to act casual. "You mean, you wanna watch this porn with your old man?" He laughed. "Yeah, kinda. It looked hot." "Well okay then." and with that he flicked the TV back on and the scene picked up where it left off. My dick really hadn't softened very much during our conversation, but it firmed up again as the on screen fucking resumed. My eyes were glued to the screen but I kept trying to peek out the side to see what Dad was doing. He had one hand in this boxers, obviously playing with his dick. And so taking his lead I did the same, inserting my hand onto my cock. Oh that felt so good to get a hold of it. I hadn't touched it since I had came into the room and now the little guy was very happy to see me. I sort of half-wanked, inhibited by my bottoms, and instead opted just to hold and caress my balls a bit. "Do you mind if I take off my boxers?" Dad asked. I turned to look at him and they were already coming off. I swallowed, my mouth dry. "Sure. Will I...? "Up to you son, whatever's comfy." he said as he stood up, quickly slipped the black underwear off and threw them back onto the sofa right next to me. He sat back down with a contented sigh, his leg spread apart and that's when I saw it in all its glory. Standing to attention, his cock didn't look too long, maybe 6 or 7 inches by my guess. But now it was full of blood and craving attention, I could see it was almost as thick as a beer can. He was circumcised and the fat head of his dick fell back onto his pubes, pointing right up at him. I could see thick veins scaling the wall of the shaft, keeping it nice and full and hard. The tip was already wet with pre-cum and he rubbed it with his thumb as he took a hold of his cock and started to pump it. I swallowed again, audibly. Following suit, but a bit less brazen than he was, I lifted my legs and slid my bottoms down to my knees, but exposing my dick and letting it fall back onto my abdomen with a satisfying thud. Our dicks were very different. Where he was fat and short, I was long and thin. I had measured mine, as every boy should, and it was 7.9 inches exactly. I was uncircumcised, I wonder why, seeing as he was, so as I took hold of my cock again, I pulled back the foreskin to expose my wet, shiny bell-end. One similarity I did notice was that we both seemed to pre-cum a lot. I was leaking the stuff, but no wonder seeing as I had been hard for so long. As we sat beating our meat to this bisexual porn, I kept sneaking sideways glances at Dad to see what he was doing, and just to admire really. A couple of times we caught each other eye and just grinned at each other. Not long later I was ready to bust out a massive load, but I didn't want this to end so I held off, prolonging the moment. Then I head dad moan again, "Oh fuck boy, I'm gonna cum." and he turned to look at me, "D'you wanna see your daddy shoot?" "Yes sir." I said automatically and at that, a fountain of cum erupted from his cock, thick and white geysers lanced there way across his body getting as far up as his pecs. That put me over the edge and I bust as well, without actually touching my dick. I moaned in pleasure as the orgasm raged through me and my load hit my shoulder and some of it sprayed onto the sofa. We both lay back on the sofa, covered in our own cum, enjoying the post orgasm euphoria, letting our breathing return to normal. "Wow, that was intense." said Dad. I nodded my head, words not quite reaching me yet. He picked up his underwear and started mopping himself clean. I cast around for something to clean myself with but couldn't see anything, thinking I might need to dash to the bathroom. "Here use this." Dad said as he threw his boxer briefs at me. I caught them and started wiping, myself, finding the situation surreal. Once I was done, he took them back off me and stood up. I swear I saw him take them up to his face but he turned his back to me. "I think its time for bed, don't you?" he said pointedly. "I'm gonna sleep like a log." "Me too. Hey, do you wanna sleep in my bed with me tonight? I was so snug last night cuddling." Dad asked me. Although, I had just cum, my cock twitched again. "Sure, why not." I replied, excited at the thought of sharing a bed again. "Come on then, let's go" he said as he turned off the tv and the light still completely naked holding his underwear. "Race you!" and he bolted out the room. I chased after him, but he beat me into his room and I jumped onto the bed on top of him. We rolled around, tickling each other for a minute, limbs everywhere. I felt the sticky residue of his cum on his chest and I'm sure he felt mine. He had me pinned down on the bed, of course he did, he's huge, and blew a raspberry in my belly button making me giggle. "Right, bedtime boy." and he climbed under the covers and pulled the duvet back inviting me into the little spoon position. I slipped off my pyjama bottoms and jumped in beside him, turning my back so I could fit into the shape of his body. He wrapped his big comforting arm around me and kissed the back of my head. "Night, handsome." he said. "Night, Daddy." and I was out like a light. To be continued...