Date: Mon, 4 Sep 2023 21:14:57 +0000 From: Paul Simons Subject: Lockdown with Dad: Chapter 4 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 legalilty, 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. Tell me how it made you feel. Please do email me, I love corresponding with you guys, the amount of support so far has been humbling. CHAPTER 4 -- Halloween DANIEL: It was October now and I had pretty much settled into life with Dad. Lockdown was easing and things were starting to get back to normal. Dad had his friends over to the house for Boys Night and I had some of my friends round too. We didn't really go out much but I was okay with that. As the nights started to get darker and colder, we spend a lot of evenings snuggled up on the couch watching old films and me trying to educate Dad about what was actually cool these days. I slept with Dad most nights now because his bed was way more comfy than mine and it was a good routine we had fallen into. Sometimes we would wank off together and watch porn. The only nights I didn't sleep in his bed was when he had guys over. Now he was allowed to, there were often guys of very different ages come over and stay till the early hours of the morning, before leaving. My room was at the other end of the house from my Dad's so I couldn't hear much unless I sneaked along the corridor. They were definitely not holding back, the noises coming out of that room always made me hard and several times I had to bust a load in the hallway just listening to my dad fuck. One morning, as we were decorating the house for Halloween, I had an idea. "Dad, d'you think we could have a Halloween party this year? It would be so much fun, and now we're allowed people in the house again!" "Hmm, I dunno Danny, feels weird to think of lots of people in the house." He replied. "Well, it doesn't need to be loads, just a few of your friends and a few of mine. An intimate party! And we'll do games, and costumes, and punch! Pleeeeeeease?" "Oh alright then. It will be good to see everyone together again actually. But now I need to think of a costume!" I got on the festivities planning immediately. My spreadsheet was packed with things to do and buy and make before the party. I hung up fake pumpkins, and cobwebs and spiders all over the house. Orange and black bunting crepe paper were strewn everywhere. A skeleton with a bowler had was placed at the front door to welcome the guest and my favourite halloween wreath got hung on the mirror. By the time Halloween came around you wouldn't recognise the house. "Do you think you might have gone slighty overboard?" Dad asked on the morning of Halloween. "There's no such thing as too much, Dad. Have you settled on your costume for tonight?" "In fact I have, and I've got one for you as well" He answered. "For me? But I've got my wicked witch outfit!" "Well I've got you a different one and I think you'll like it better." Dad explained, looking a bit mischievous, as he walked away. 7pm rolled around quicker than I expected as I spent most of the day putting the final touches on the decorations and getting the games ready. I went upstairs into Dad's room to find him fully suited up in his outfit. "What d'you think? Good huh!?" He asked. He was dressed (some might say undressed) in a pair of leather Y-fronts, a red cape and a sort of mesh helmet, together with a pair of sandles and leather greaves. His hairy abs were on full display and shiny as though he had rubbed baby oil all over them. My cock twitched. "A Spartan? How original..." I answered, feigning disappointment. I was, in fact, thrilled I would get to see him like this all night. "Aw c'mon son, I think it shows off my best features." He said, checking himself out in the mirror. "You look great, Dad!" "Thanks son, now here's your outfit." He said, handing me a pair of white trainers, a pristine white jockstraps and set of white wings, together with a circular headpiece. "What on earth is this?" I asked baffled. "An angel of course! Because you're my little angel. Quick get changed, people will be arriving soon" I went to my room with my "costume" and changed into it. To be honest, it was damn sexy. My body is pretty good for never really excercising, but my ass was pert and my abs glistened (after I used some of Dad's oil). As I came downstairs into the kitchen I felt pretty self-conscious and when Dad saw me he just beamed. "You look fantastic! You'll probably win best costume!" He told me. Whatever inhibitions I had about the outfit before were quickly dispersed as people started arriving. Andy, Rob and Ollie, Dad's best buddies, all arrived together and collectively their jaws hit the floor with the seen me. They all told me how good I looked and kept congratulating Dad on making such a fine young man. Those three came as the three blind mice, although their outfits were just as skimpy as Dad's. Abs (of which there were plenty) were on full display, their bulges were in direct view and I wasn't quite sure whether they had stuffed a sock or two down each of their underwear. They came with walking sticks and furry ears, but that was about the extent of their effort. My friends pulled out the stops. Sam came as a pretty great mummy wrapped in bloody bandages. Gavin came as Harry Potter, if Harry Potter was slutty. His tie short, and shirt tied up in a knot exposing his abs. The Lawson twins came as an angel and a devil, which I thought was quite cool. The angel was decidedly less skimpy than my outfit though! A couple of my Dad's other friends came along too so there was definitely a party vibe but it wasn't too riotous. Everyone voted for the best outfit and as Dad predicted, I won. "What's your prize?" one of my friends asked. Dad overheard and said I won a kiss from everyone at the party. Everyone laughed at this as my Dad leaned over and pecked me on the mouth. "Come on, everyone line up and give him his prize!" Dad said jovially and all of my friends laughed but duly planted a peck on my lips. When it came to Andy, Ollie and Rob they had mischeif in their eyes. Turning to my dad, "You never specified where the kiss was to be right Rick?" one of them asked and Dad shook his head. Andy duly stepped up, leaned down an planned a long sucker on my left nipple and everyone laughed. My friends thought it was histerical and my nip went solid. Ollie was next and planted the the same on my other nipple. Then Rob clouded my vision, took me by the shoulders and with an almost sheepish look at Dad spun me around, bent down and licked right up one of my ass cheeks. I jumped away in feigned disgust but my cock twictched heartily. Everyone was laughing, even my dad. "You're welcome, kid." winked Rob. As the night wore on we played different games and everyone seemed to have a good time. It felt like there was an electricity in the air. Partly maybe just everyone being back to a bit of normality, but also a lot of testosterone, horny males and lots of bare chests on show. There was a lot of smack talk, talk about fucking pussies, wanking off, porn, it was pretty filthy but all very good natured. I peeled off to take a leak and opened the bathroom door to find Rob cock in hand unloading a steady steam into the toilet, "Oh -- Sorry!" I started and went to leave. "Don't worry, come in son, I don't mind sharing" he said casually. I entered, closing the door behind me and lined myself up next to him aiming for the bowl. He had stopped pissing by that point and I as I was standing there, dick in hand, I just couldn't make myself piss. Aparently, neither could he "Bladder shy?" He asked with a chuckle, "I get that sometimes too" "I get it all the time at the urinals. The best trick is just to try and distract yourself a bit and then..." he trailled off as his flow restarted, hitting the water with a splash. I watched as the piss gushed out his cock was slightly mesmerised. It went on for what I felt was a ridiculously long time and I as I got worked up about it I felt that sweet release as my bladder opened and I let out a heavy sigh. "There you go lad, well done! I've drunk so much punch tonight I think i'll be pissing for hours." "Yeah that's a massing piss you've got going on, damn!" and we just laughed. I looked down at his cock and properly checked him out. It looked like a pretty tidy clean cock. He had pubes but they were trimmed and his cock looked like he had a slight chub but would be a nice size when hard. I looked up at him to see him doing the exact same thing as me, as I realised I had stopped pissing and was just holding my dick. "Remember to shake" He said, reaching over to take hold of me and teased out the extra drops of piss from my cock. He nodded to me to do the same and without thinking I reached over and grabbed his chubbed cock and just shook it. Piss sort of went a bit all over the place and he just laughed. We tucked our dicks away and headed back into the party. I wasn't really sure what had just happened, but it was hot and I kept tabs on what Rob was doing the rest of the night, keeping an eye for if he returned to the bathroom but he never did. We caught each others eyes a few times and he gave me a conspiratorial smile. The party wound down, and a few people left but some of my older friends were staying over, and so were Rob, Ollie and Andy. The boys had set up camp in the living room on a bunch of covers and sleeping bags and the men had taken themselves off to the guest rooms. Dad found me as I was settling down with some of the guys and whispered in my ear, "Wait 10 minutes then come to my room, I have a surprise for you." He winked and left the room. If it was anything like the last surprise he gave me then I must have been in for a treat. I was still just wearing the white jockstrap, having discarded my wings and halo much earlier and was instantly hard. I could barely contain my excitement. I waited 8 minutes and 50 seconds and couldnt wait any longer so I darted off to his bedroom mumbling something about going to the toilet to the guys. When I go there, his room was empty. The lights were on soft and the big floor to ceiling mirror was open. I was a bit confused until I saw a note left of the bed in Dad's handwriting: GO INTO THE OPEN CLOSET AND CLOSE THE DOOR. STAY. QUIET. Not any less confused I did what I was told and went over to the closet and had to crouch down to fit in under all the clothes hanging. There was a clear bit of floor space in the closet which I presumed was for me so I managed to awkwardly sit down before pulling the door across until I was sat in darkness. Except it wasn't total dark. On the back side of the mirror was a cut out section which I could see through into the bedroom. I had never noticed this bit of glass before from the otherside before I realised it must be a bit of two way glass like in the police shows. I dare not think what I was meant to watch. I waited. I waitied for what felt like hours, but in reality was probably only about another ten minutes. The door opened and in stumbled dad with his hands wrapped around and face pressed against...Rob! The two of them looked like they were trying to eat each others faces as they made their way clumsily to the bed and collapsed onto it, Dad pressed on top of Rob. I saw Dad glance over to the closet where I was, his face giving nothing away, as he returned to kissing Rob and running their hands over each other. "Did you enjoy the party?" Dad asked in between kissing his way down Rob's trimmed chest. "It was awesome! Best halloween i've had in years man" Dad made short work of what little clothing Rob had left and in two seconds he was lay bollock naked on the bed, my Dad taking his now big hard (I knew it!) dick into his mouth. "Those boys were hot huh?" He said in between sucks. "Fuck Rick, dunno where you find them. But I hope you don't mind me saying, your boy looks the fucken best of all of them!" "Yeah you think so? You been checking him out?" "Hard not to when he looks like a fucken angel sent from gay heaven. Couldn't take my eyes off his ass all night!" "It's pretty perky ain't it?" "Wouldn't mind going to pound town on it if im honest." and Dad just grunted at that. "Oh sorry, didn't mean to disrespect him..." "Speaking of being disrespected, time to turn over and get your own pound town." growled Dad. Like a well trained animal, Rob flipped over in double time onto his hands and knees showing off his ass as Dad removed the resk of his clothes. I was paralysed with excitement? Fear? Horniness beyond comprehension? And a cock made of stone which I was too scared to touch incase I made a sound. It looked like Dad barely even spat on his dick before he was shoving it roughly into Rob's hole. Both of them grunted with deep gutteral voices. Both attuned to each other like this wasn't their first time. Working up a rhythm. "Tell me what you want to do to my son." Dad said. It wasn't a question. It was an order. Rob hesitated, stuck somewhere between pleasure and getting into trouble if he said the wrong thing. "I want to fold him in half and eat his hole for hours till he's begging to get fucked." Rob answered, the words tumbling from his mouth. "What else." "Then slide my raw cock into his hole and feel his ring tighten around me till I unload in his ass...if I'm allowed." That was obviously too much for Dad because as Rob finished his sentence Dad's cock clearly exploded inside Rob, unloading several thick loads inside him. Dad collapsed onto Rob's back, both covered in sweat before rolling over onto his back on the bed. Without saying a word Rob's mouth when down to Dad's cock and started sucking him off, cleaning his dick of his ass juice and cum. He was wanking himself off as he did this and quickly came himself, obviously having a great time. The two men lay side by side on the bed until their breathing came back to normal. "That was epic Rick!" "Yeah it was, pretty fucking hot! You for real want to fuck my boy?" "Defo." came the answer. To be continued.... ________________________________________________________________________________ From: Paul Simons Sent: 02 February 2021 16:55 To: Nifty Archivist Subject: Lockdown with Dad: Chapter 3 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 legalilty, 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. Tell me how it made you feel. Please do email me, I love corresponding with you guys, the amount of support so far has been humbling. Chapter 3 DANIEL: I woke to the early morning sunshine peeking through the blinds and it took me a moment to remember where I was. I opened my eyes and cast around the room, rolling over to realise Dad wasn't there. He must be up and working already, I thought. The details of the night before came back to me and I tried to process them. Had me and my dad really wanked off together? Had I actually watched him bust a load all over himself, and he watched me do the same? It was all a bit surreal, but as ever, my body betrayed me and I could feel my cock hardening as I remembered. As I lay there reminiscing, I looked about the room, realising I really hadn't been in Dad's room before. It was very slick and stylish, with floor to ceiling sliding mirrors covering one wall hiding his massive wardrobe, making the room look much bigger than it was. I caught sight of myself and I had that 'just fucked' look to my hair, but otherwise looked pretty sexy in the morning, if I do say so myself. Curiosity got the better of me and I decided to have a snoop about the room, thinking I probably wouldn't really get the chance again. I looked in one of the bedside tables and it was just full of rubbish, papers and pens and discarded batteries. In the other bedside on the other side, that was more interesting. In the top drawer was a bottle of lube, more condoms that you could use in a lifetime, a small bottle of something called Jungle Juice, rubber circular rings of different sizes, two or three dildos shaped like different sized cocks, and a pair of thick leather handcuffs. I shut the drawer quickly, my heart beating loud and fast. I was excited and nervous at seeing that stuff, most of which I didn't know what it was, but it wasn't hard to guess it was for sex. I wonder how much use he's got out of that stuff these days. Not much probably. I hopped out of bed and continued my search in the chest of drawers on the far wall. In there were just clothes nothing interesting, until I got to the underwear drawer. Now, I have like maybe 10 pairs of underwear max, but this drawer was literally stuffed full of different undies. There were big baggy boxer, more boxer briefs like the kind Dad was wearing last night, and lots of colourful y-front briefs you see on underwear models. I pulled several pairs out to get a better look, some had a hole in the back so your ass would be exposed (they were super sexy), and some had pouches that clipped up to cover your dick, or uncover it I suppose. Then there were more jockstraps than I could count. Various different brands. Some that looked very practical like for the gym, and some that were definitely more designed for the bedroom. I couldn't help myself so I pulled out a white pair with a grey waistband that read "Bike" and slipped them on. I paraded myself in front of the mirror examining myself from all angles. My ass looked fucking great in these. The straps hoisting up my cheeks to make them look perkier than normal. The pouch at the front straining to contain my pretty hard dick at the same time. What struck me as strange was that they fit me. Dad is obviously much bigger than me. I looked at the back of the waistband and saw that they were a size small. Why would Dad have jockstraps that are too small for him? They didn't look particularly old, so I doubt he's had them for a long time. I rifled through some of the other underwear in the drawer. There were some jockstraps and briefs that were mediums and larges but the majority of the jockstraps were all small. That's weird. All were small except for a couple of jockstraps that looked very used. It was another white Bike jockstrap and it looked like it had never been washed. There were little yellow piss stains on it, a few hairs caught in the fibres and had the general look of having been worn out a lot. I couldn't help myself and raised it to my nose. The smell overwhelmed it. The only word I can think to use to describe it is: manly. It smelled like pure testosterone, musk, sweat, probably jizz, piss, all mixed together. It smelled faintly of Dad's aftershave but the overpowering smell was just of sex. This was obviously a jock he had had for a long time, and by the smell of it, he has never ever washed it. I inhaled deeply, feeling lightheaded and so turned on. I sat back on the end of the bed and breathed it in. Fuck, it was potent! My cock strained on the pouch of the jock I was wearing and I really wanted to wank off but I didn't want to get caught in this compromising position. I slipped the jock off, and together with the musky one slipped them back into the drawer. I searched on the floor near the bed for my pyjama bottoms from last night but they were gone, I looked under the bed and they weren't there either. What I did find, however, was a really old pair of my boxers. I knew exactly what these were because I used these boxers as my cum rag. How did they manage to get in here? I grabbed the crusty pair of undies and headed back to my own room to stash them under my own bed. After I showered (taking care of business in there) and dressed, I went downstairs in search of Dad. I checked his office, the kitchen, and the living room but he was no sign of him. Maybe he's gone out? Half and hour later, as I was watching tv with my breakfast in the kitchen he comes in through the french doors, sweating head to toe wearing a running vest and some very short shorts. "Where have you been?" I ask "I went for a run to clear my head. 7 miles!" he answered. "Oh cool, you should have said and I would have come with you." "That's okay son, I didn't want to wake you.," he seemed awkward, not looking at me in the eyes, "I'm gonna get a shower and then I need to start work." he said as he quickly left the room. I was a bit nonplussed. Had I done something wrong? Was he acting weird because of last night? I'll admit I was a bit nervous to see him this morning, but if he wasn't going to say anything about it, I wasn't going to mention it. Maybe he just regrets it but doesn't want to say. It is a bit weird, watching porn with your son, but I genuinely was quite happy with it. We're pretty close anyway, we both watch porn, we both wank, why not do it together? This is the guy who's meant to teach me about sex -- and we had "the talk" a year or so ago and he was very detailed and I didn't find it awkward at all -- so why shouldn't he teach me more? I decided to act normal, as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened, and if he wanted to talk about it, he could bring it up. We didn't really see each other for the rest of the day. I messaged with my friends and he worked late. I went into his office about 7pm to ask about dinner. "D'you want some food?" I asked "I'll cook tonight." Looking at his watch, he seemed distracted, "Oh sorry, I didn't realise the time! I'll stop now, but sure you can cook if you like." he looked a bit dubious. "Nothing major" I said, seeing the look on his face "but I do know how to make cheesy pasta." Hi face softened, "Okay fine, I'll be down shortly." My cooking skills probably need a lot of work, but for a 16 year old, I think I did pretty well. The sauce was maybe a bit too think, and could have done with a bit more cheese as I dished up the finished product into a couple of bowls. "Looks good son! I don't remember the last time someone actually cooked for me, that wasn't a takeaway!" "Thanks Dad, better wait until you've tried it before you keep going with the compliments." I replied. We sat down at the breakfast bar and tucked into the pasta. It was surprisingly nice, all things considered! Dad made appreciative noises, but there was very little in the way of conversation. He was still being very aloof. I decided to pluck up the courage and address it. "Are you okay Dad? You're acting a bit weird today? "I, eh, yeah I'm fine. What makes you say that?" he answered, his eyes on his food. "Well, last night...." I began. "I'm sorry, that was really inappropriate and shouldn't have happened." He said, finally looking at me. I could see a slight embarrassment in his face. "You're my son, and fathers and sons don't watch porn together, and don't sleep in the same bed as each other. I just got carried away. It won't happen again." "I, erm..." I hesitated, "I really enjoyed myself actually." He looked at me, his mouth slightly open, his face a mixture of disbelief and, was that hope? "You did?" "Yeah, it was really fun. We're both guys. I don't have anything you haven't seen before. You made it! And well, you definitely have stuff I haven't seen before. But I really wanna see more, and I really want to do it again." I said it so fast before I could stop myself, my words spilling over each other. "We both watch porn, so what? Doesn't every guy watch it? And every guy wanks off right? I thought that we were bonding while I'm staying with you, and this is just another way for us to bond right? His eyebrows were raised. "Well, I guess that's definitely true. I do enjoy getting to know you a lot better now you're here. And yes, every single guy I know wanks off as much as possible, and they've all watched porn before too. I just wasn't expecting you to say that." He explained. I smiled, the tension on Dad's face seemed to be easing as he relaxed and enjoyed his food. We talked about the porn that we had watched before, and what kind of things I might be interested in watching. "I take it its just the internet you've been watching porn on so far?" Dad asked? "Yeah, why?" "Well there's some good stuff on there, but I've got quite the collection of DVDs, and some, eh, homemade stuff too that I've collected over the years. And that's the best stuff!" he told me. "You have a collection?" I asked. "Sure do, you want to see it?" Of course I did. So we cleared away the dishes from dinner and Dad led me up to his bedroom and slid one of the panels of the mirrored wardrobe to the side and I gasped at what I saw. Before me was a floor to ceiling wall of row upon row of DVDs. There must have been over 200 of them in total. "This is all porn?" I questioned. "Sure is!" He said, with a smirk that suggested he was happy that I was impressed. "Pretty much any kind of porn you can think of in there. And that's just the official porn studio stuff. On my computer is where I keep all my homemade stuff." "Can I see that?" We headed over to his office and he pulled up a folder on screen which showed countless thumbnails of videos and pictures. Some I could make out as guys kissing, or pictures of an ass but most were too dark and indistinct. "Are these homemade ones that you've made?" I asked, my cock twitching at the thought. "Some of them are yeah...some of them are stuff I've been sent by other guys." "Do you make a lot of videos?" "Well during normal times, I like to get the camera out if I'm with someone. If they're happy with it of course. But some guys don't like being on camera." "Can I see one you've made?" I asked, hopefully. He sat down at the computer and motioned to me to sit on his lap. I sat down as he moved the mouse and loaded up a video onto he screen. The video was of two skinny guys on a bed. They were both naked except both were wearing jockstraps. They were both on their hands and knees on the bed, their asses in full view of the camera. All the lights were on and you could see their pink holes and my cock got instantly hard. They were kissing each other with wet sloppy kisses and you could hear the camera man start directing them. I recognised the voice as my dad. The camera moved position and I noticed the big floor length mirrors in the background and I immediately recognised the room. This was in Dad's bed! In the video he told them to lay on their backs and lift their legs in the air and that's when I got a good look at their faces. Both were young, not that much older than me by the looks of them, maybe 18 or 19 at a push? Both had very smooth bodies, a light dusting of hair on their legs, and their hairdos tousled and messy. They looked quite similar to me, I suppose. They were extremely good looks boys, and both had a lusty, devilish look in their eyes as they pulled back their legs to expose their holes for my dad. He made a guttural growl as the boys showed off. "This is hot!" I said to my Dad, his one hand on the mouse, the other on my thigh. I really wanted to whip my cock out and wank. Dad just laughed. "Are you ready to get those boy pussies destroyed?" My dad asked on the video. Wow. "Yes please, Daddy!" They replied, eagerly. They started playing with the holes at his instruction, both licking each others fingers and inserting them in their holes, moaning with pleasure as they did so. Abruptly, the video ended. "Did you like that?" he asked. I stood up and indicated my raging erection in the shorts I was wearing, "What do you think?" I replied. He laughed as he was looking at my dick, and motioned down to his own crotch where there was a satisfyingly large bulge. "Me too" he said. "Can we watch some more?" I asked excitedly. "There's plenty more where that came from, but I really need to do some more work tonight before bed. Why don't you sleep with my again tonight and I'll give you a present?" Slightly disappointed, but intrigued at what the present could be, I quietly agreed and slouched away to my room to furiously masturbate into my cum rag. At about 10.30 I made my way into Dad's room, he wasn't there yet so I decided to just strip off and climb into bed. I was dosing by the time he came in and put the light on. "Hey, sorry did I wake you?" He asked quietly. "No it's alight, I was just waiting for you...and for my present..." I said pointedly. "Ahh of course, your present" he said. He stripped off all his clothes, discarding them in a pile in the corner and went over to his chest of drawer. He opened the drawer I had been snooping about in earlier and pulled out a white dirty, white, Bike jockstrap. I recognised it instantly but kept my face still, trying not to give anything away. He came over to the bed and handed it to me. "This is for you and from what I've learned about you recently, I think you'll quite like it." "A dirty jock?" I asked, feigning indifference. "Yes, a dirty jock. This is the jock that I get guys to wear when they come over here to get fucked. Its been used quite a lot over the years, but I never wash it because I think it smells great. Take a whiff." I already knew what it smelled like, but smelling it again, with my dad standing stark naked in front of me made the smell hit me twice as hard, sending blood rushing to my cock. "Why are you giving it to me?" I asked. "Well because now you're the only main boy in my life that really matters, and I have an inkling you are pretty dirty, and I thought you might like it. If you don't I can take it back..." he went to take it off me but I stealed away. "I love it! Thank you!" I jumped up and put I on immediately. It felt slightly course on my soft skin and slightly crusty in places, but it added to the intensity of the feeling of my dad standing there watching me, with the look of a hunter stalking his prey in his eyes. "Right now I'm super horny after watching all this talk! Quick wank, then bed, boy." The two of us lay side by side on the bed stroking our cocks. I tried not to look at him too much, but I was electrically aware of his big presence right next to me. It wasn't long before I heard the tell-tale signs of him about to reach his climax and I stroked faster so we could cum together. "Oh, I'm gonna cum!" He groaned and rolled onto his side towards me. Cum erupted from his cock and landed on my cock and the jock that was hooked under my balls. I blew at the same time, cum showering my chest. We both lay back, panting. "I forgot to say, I always have to cum on that jock when it's in use, that alright?" Dad asked, very matter of fact. "Fine by me!" I replied, surreptitiously wiping his cum of my dick and tasting it. "Here you go." He said, handing me an old pair of boxers that were very stained with cum. His cum rag, obviously. I wiped up and lay back under the covers, my head resting on Dad's shoulder. "You okay?" He asked, quietly. "Never better. I think we're going to have a lot of fun." said I. To be continued...