Date: Mon, 1 Mar 2021 03:24:33 +0000 (UTC) From: "tigerbear0381@yahoo.com" Subject: Moving in with Dad - Part three A deeper connection Hello readers, Thank you for bearing with me. Again, this is my very first attempt at writing. I welcome feedback and will respond as I am able. This is currently the end of my story, but I have left it open for continuation if it is desired. Thank you to my amazing friend Roytoys for proof reading and editing. Made me feel much more comfortable with publishing. I also want to thank Nifty for being here. It has been a great source of reading for me and many others, and also a great outlet for people to post their stories. Other than the donations they receive, there is no compensation for providing us this outlet. Please, if you're able, donate what you can, when you can. Those donations are what keep the site going for us. This is a fictional story. I hope you enjoy it. Dad is Rob I am Paul CHAPTER 3: I offered Dad a hand out of the chair. He grabbed my hand and lifted himself up. We were standing belly to belly again, this time without clothing as a barrier, our hard cocks bumping into each other, his hand still in mine. I leaned my face towards his, my lips parted just slightly. Our mouths connected, quick and tentative. He released my hand, slowly, then ran both of his hands up my arms. When he reached my upper arms, he stopped. I expected him to push me away. Instead, he pulled and our faces came back together. This time when our lips connected, there was a bit more insistence, my tongue flicked his lower lip, and I felt his do the same to my upper lip. As one, our mouths opened further into the kiss, our tongues starting a delicate dance, exploring and searching. I lifted my hands to his sides, sliding them around his back, pulling him tighter to me, feeling that I wanted us to merge into one being. We broke the kiss, and I stepped back hesitantly, grabbing one hand again to pull him with me. I led him back to the house. Unsure of which room I should go to, I started towards mine, but felt resistance from him. I turned my head, and he gave a nod towards his room. I allowed him to take the lead, and followed him into his room. I took in his naked backside, admiring his broad back, covered in dark curls. A slight taper leading down from his shoulders to his ass. He came up to his bed, and stopped, I stepped closer, dropping his hand and placing my hands at his shoulders. Lightly I ran my hands out to his shoulders, leaning forward and placing a kiss at the junction of his neck and shoulder. He slowly dropped his head forward, his chin to his chest, and I kissed him again on the nape of his neck. I started running my hands down his back, trailing a line of kisses down his spine as I slowly knelt behind him. I started putting pressure on his back to push him forward, and he slowly bent at the waist over the bed. My mouth landed on his lower back just above the crevice of his ass. I placed my hands on his ample cheeks, gripping them, and spreading them apart. Exposing the dense line of curls that ran the length of the valley. I took a deep breath, taking in the pungent scent of his ass. When I exhaled, I blew out a cool stream of air, parting the thicket of hair. I leaned closer and placed a kiss on at the top of his crack, flicking out my tongue to allow myself a taste of him. He was shuttering, and his legs were shaking. I placed a hand just above the back of his knee, encouraging him to place it on the bed, and tapping the back of his other knee to indicate he should do the same. He was on his knees, ass high, back flat. I placed a hand on his lower back and gave the slightest pressure to have him lower his ass, and naturally spread his ass cheeks. I placed my hands at his lower back, running them down over his cheeks once more, my thumbs in his trench. I reached his hole and found that it was trembling. I parted the hair over it, exposing it to the air. I leaned in taking in the tangy musk, and blew directly on his pucker watching it wink at me in response. He let out a moan, and I felt his body relax further. I leaned in again, placing my lips directly on his hole, I slid my tongue out to taste him, sliding the tip around his ring. Feeling him relax, I stuck the tip of my tongue right on his opening, and felt him clench down on me, practically sucking my tongue into him. His moan of pleasure inviting me to proceed in my ministrations to his sensitive flesh. I prodded again at his opening, feeling him relax around my tongue, allowing me entrance into his depths. I swirled my tongue around, tasting him. I could feel pre cum dripping from my cock with my excitement. I pulled back, sucked on an index finger, getting it nice and wet, then placed it to his hole. He clenched his hole. I rubbed my finger around the ring, attempting to encourage him loosening up again. He eventually relaxed again, and I slipped the tip of my index finger inside. He gasped, and clenched down. I took my other hand and started to rub his cheek, "Relax," I whispered. Repeating it until I felt the clench subside. I started a circling motion with the finger inside him, feeling his relaxation growing. I started slowly pressing deeper, angling my finger looking for the hardness of his prostate. I got to the second knuckle, and found what I was looking for. I pressed his button, and his head came up, as he gasped, he arched his back, and pushed his ass back onto my finger. "Oh my god!" he screamed, his breath starting to quicken. "That feels amazing!" A smile crossed my face, "I thought you might like that." I started to pull my finger back out. "No!" he cried, "don't stop!" I chuckled. "Don't worry, I'm not." I pulled it the rest of the way out, stuck my middle finger in my mouth, and started in with it. He responded with a sigh of relief. I then slipped my index finger along underneath, and added it to the intrusion. He let out a whimper, and shoved himself back onto my fingers burying them both inside him. He started undulating and moving himself on and off my fingers. I kept them angled so that I was continuously hitting his spot. He was panting. "This is getting me close!" At that statement, I used my other hand to slow him, and relieved him of my prodding. I stood behind him, and gave him a push to the side to have him roll onto his back. He raised up, and flopped forward prior to rolling so his legs were dangling off the edge at the knees. His leaking cock was standing proudly at attention hovering over his belly. His upper chest and face were red. He was still panting, and just looking like he could explode at any minute. "What in the world?" he said, "I've never been that close to cumming without at least having my hands involved." "We're not done yet," I said with a chuckle. I ran my hands up his legs to his waist and bent over him. I lapped up the precum that had leaked out of his cock, but otherwise left his cock alone. Running my hands back down, I lifted his legs and, grabbed him, and pulled him to the edge of the bed. Laying his legs over my shoulders, I dropped back to my knees. I started to kiss my way from the back of his thigh to his pucker. Less tentatively than the first time, I shoved my tongue into his pucker. He let out a long moan as I vehemently attacked his hole with my tongue. Occasionally taking a nibble at him. Each time my teeth scraped, he would suck a breath through his teeth. I pulled back, gathered some saliva and spit into my hand, slathering it onto my cock while I went back to tongue fucking his hole. I stood up carrying his legs with me, lined my spit slick cock up to his spit slick hole and started pressing. His eyes shot open, and he looked at me with fear in his eyes. "Do you trust me?" I asked, stopping my progression. He hesitated, then nodded slowly. "I won't lie to you," I said, "it will hurt at first but relax and bear down, it will ease the initial pain, and that pain will pass quickly. Think you can do it?" He hesitated again, and I felt his hole reach out, extending over the tip of my cock, giving it a kiss. He gave a bit of a smile, and gave a short nod. I started my progression again, feeling him clench and push, matching the clenches with pauses, and pushes with flexes and pushes of my own. Eventually, I felt my bush pressed up against his ass, and gave him one more flex of my cock. He looked relieved, like he'd survived it. I stayed still to allow him fully adjust to me. Once he looked relaxed, I started to ease out slowly. I gathered a bit more spit and while I was pulling out, I let it fall to his hole. I made sure to get it onto my cock as it was sliding out of his stretched hole. Once I could feel my glands at his sensitive ring, I slammed back into him. This elicited a moan from him that sounded to be a mix of pain and pleasure. His eyes were shut tightly, and his fists were clenched into tight fists. The biggest indicator of pleasure that I found was his erect cock. I took it in my dominant hand, and started to run my hands over it. Running my thumb over the tip and his piss slit to gather the precum that was gathering there. I brought it up to my mouth and stuck my thumb in my mouth, enjoying his taste. I started moving at a steady rate, out to the head and then all the way in, occasionally pulling all the way out and slamming all the way in, or pausing about half way and giving short little thrusts to tease at his prostate. His moans lost all trace of pain, and had moved directly to pleasure, getting louder each time I slammed into him, or teased his prostate. His cock had started to leak at a regular rate. I cupped a hand below the head of his cock to catch the stream that was flowing from him. I used it to lube up his cock, dumping it over the head of his cock, and then stroking it down his length. I was getting so close to blasting, but I wasn't ready for this to end. I slowed my ministrations and eventually pulled out. I had used his own precum to lube his cock, which was still standing very hard at attention. I let his legs back down to the ground, and he pushed himself back to having his knees at the end of the bed. I climbed up on the bed next to him, and straddled him on my feet, just above where his cock landed on his stomach. I crouched over him, and lined his cock up with my bud. He looked at me with a longing in his eyes that I had never seen. His eyes practically begging me to give him the release he so desperately craved. I crouched far enough that the head of his cock was pressed against my hole. I felt him flex a couple of times, and could feel the natural lubrication he had just deposited on me. He lifted his knees, bracing himself on the bed, and I used his knees to keep my balance as I let my weight do the work of easing me onto him. Bearing down, and relaxing as much as I could, I started to lower myself onto his engorged length. He was a quick learner and began to mimic my ministrations from when the tables were turned. When I relaxed, he flexed his cock and lifted his hips slightly, and when I clenched, he didn't move. He couldn't stop me from moving, but he could stop himself. In a much shorter time, I found myself sitting in my father's lap with every inch of his cock buried into my colon. I felt full, and satisfied, and started to prepare myself for what I was about to do next. I shifted my hands from his knees to his chest, running them through the thick mat of hair there. Feeling the nubs of his nipples, I clamped with my index fingers and thumbs. I gauged how much strength I could put into the pinch by watching his face. He placed his hands on my hips, and I started to raise myself up, slowly. I wanted to figure out my range of movement before I went too crazy. I found the end when the flair of his helmet shaped head started pulling at the ring of my stretched asshole. I dropped myself into his lap this time, feeling his cock pound into me. "Oh fuck, yes!" I hollered. He held me still for just a second, looking me in my eyes, guided my next lift just below where I had gone on my last ascent, and stopped me. "Are you ready?" he asked me. I nodded, bracing myself on his chest, but hovering where he had stopped me. His hips slammed into my ass. It nearly knocked me off balance even braced as I was, I let out a whimper of a moan, and his hips dropped back down to the bed, pulling him not quite all the way out of me. I regained my balance, and he repeated what he had done. This time, I was ready, and kept myself in place. His own hands helping me with my hovering. Because I had kept myself balanced this time, there was no more pausing for him. He went full out, pounding my ass. He slammed his cock into me like he was trying to break through to the other side, and wasn't going to stop until he could see the head of his cock popping in and out of my mouth. I was practically screaming at the ecstasy that I was in. The spots he was slamming into having not been reached in years. It was my turn to feel the feeling rising in my balls. I was getting very close, and it was like I was being jacked from the inside, a feeling that I know, but have felt very rarely. I moved my eyes to meet my dad's, widening them, and gasping out that I was getting close. He had sweat beading on his forehead, his hair was soaked, and he was panting wildly. Just as I told him that I was getting close, he picked up the pace. Slammed harder into my body, starting a low growl with his panting. The tingle in my balls grew stronger and more insistent. My moans went up in pitch and volume, as I hit my crescendo. He slammed into me holding himself there, and started to yell a loud guttural yell. At the same time, I was practically squealing like a pig, my cock jumped, and shot cum in an arc up and over my dad's head, landing on his bed spread At the same time as my release started, I felt his cock flex in my guts and felt the warmth of his seed filling my insides. I started a slight raise and lower motion on him, riding out my orgasm, as my second shot landed across his mouth, the third in the center of his chest, and finally slowing to just coming out and flowing down my cock to pool at my balls where they sat on my dad's upper pubic area. He eventually stopped my movements because of his sensitive cock, and just held me in his lap. His heavy breathing, wide eyes, and parted lips all the indication that I needed that he'd at least enjoyed himself and at the very least gotten what he needed. I pulled him into a sitting position, wrapping my legs around his waist. His cock still buried inside me, he wrapped his arms tight around my back and our mouths connected. The kiss was tender, but passionate. Both of us sweaty and tired from our exertions, him with a mess of cum on his body. We sat there in our embrace for what seemed like hours. I couldn't get enough of this man, my father. I had known him my whole life, and yet never really known him. Our worlds had come together in a way that most fathers and sons never knew, and even fewer with the mutual desire to connect in such a way. I wanted more, not just sex. More of what that sex had possibly opened up for us. I knew in my heart that I would fight tooth and nail for this, whatever `this' was. I just hoped that I would not be fighting a losing battle.