Date: Wed, 4 Apr 2018 10:43:34 -0400 From: David Greg Denton Subject: My Dad, My Hero part 5 (gay, incest, father/son) My Dad, My Hero - Part 5 of 6 by bigcat59 ©2018 This is a story about sex between a young gay man and his dad. The story is fictional. All legal disclaimers apply. If this topic offends you, do not read any further. If you are under the age of 18 (21 in some areas) and too young to be reading such material or if you are in a locale or country where it is not legal to read such material then please leave immediately and come back when it is legal for you to do so. We'll be glad to have you back. If you meet the criteria then read on, enjoy, and kindly let me know what you think. On the sites that provide for you to rate the stories or leave comments, I value your thoughts and opinions. * * * For whatever reason, we couldn't get together again for a couple of weeks. We talked on the phone every day, but it just wasn't the same as seeing him. I resolved to fix that. I showed up at his door one evening to "kidnap" him for a late-night swim. He was eager to get back in the pool, also. "Believe it or not, I have my gym bag all ready to go," he admitted. I smiled and said, "Well then, let's go!" When we got there, it was like no time had passed at all. We joked around and played in the water just like old times. Charlie, Dad's buddy, even commented on our special bond. If you only knew! I thought. As soon as he was gone we stripped as usual. Both of us free as birds. I would try to dunk him, unsuccessfully. And he would try to dunk me, successfully. I did manage to open my eyes under the water and catch glimpses of his gorgeous cock and balls. Yeah, I got a little turned on, so sue me. I'm a gay man and he's hot! "Let's hit the showers," Dad said after letting me up. "Race ya!" I was at the other side in record time lifting myself out of the water with care not to hurt the family jewels. Dad soon followed. I was first into the showers, so I turned on a showerhead for each of us and began soaping up. It slipped out of my hands, maybe on purpose and I was able to look back and catch him checking out my butt. "Like what you see?" I asked and shook it a little. THWACK! I felt his hand smack my ass. It caused me to bolt upright. In all my years growing up, Dad had never spanked me, not once. I have to admit it turned me on! "What was that for?" "For teasing your poor old dad." "I have to say it turned me on!" Then I turned around and showed him just how turned I was. "You really are!" he said, and his cock proceeded to lengthen and harden. So, I turned around and shook it him again. THWACK! He smacked the other cheek. I was beginning to feel the heat and I was even more turned on. "Now you're just gonna have to fuck me." I bent over and grabbed my knees to show him just how ready I was. "Gladly," he replied and soaped up his throbbing dick. Carefully he positioned it at my waiting entrance. I wanted him now, though, so I reached back and helped him by spearing myself on his giant cock in one smooth motion. "Damn, Son, you're hot. You are the sexiest man I've ever fucked!" I took my cock in my own hand and began to beat off rapidly. "That's right, Dad, and don't you forget it. Now fuck me silly, big man!" And he did just that. "Oh yeah, Dad, fuck me. Fuck me hard. Give me all you've got!" He did that too. When he was close, he told me, "I can't hold out much longer. Come with me, Son." "I'm almost there too, Dad. Go ahead let 'er rip!" "Ungh!" he moaned/screamed. I could feel him shoot his cum up my ass, filling me with his white, hot jizz. I seconded that, "UNGH!" and shot all over the shower room floor in thick ropes of cum. He held me up as I threatened to collapse. Pulling me up and hugging me tightly all the while his still hard cock buried deep inside my warm hole. "I love feeling you inside me. Is that wrong?" I asked insecurely. "No, Son, I love it too. I feel closest to you when we're holding each after sex. I know I shouldn't, but I love our times together." Just then his soft cock slipped from loose hole. He turned me around and we continued our hug. I buried my face in his chest hair and cried softly. He led me to the bench and sat me down, then sat next to me. "Now what's this?" "Sorry, Dad, I just realized that this will end when one or both of us meets someone." "That's true. But no one," he said, taking my face in his hands and making me look right in his eyes, "will ever take this away from us. You're helping me get through a very tough time. For that I will always be grateful. You can always hold onto that. It may not be a conventional Father/Son relationship, but whoever said we were conventional. And to tell you the truth, I would never want to be. Better?" "Better, thanks. You're the best. I love you, Dad." "I love you too, Son. I love you too." He hugged me again and then we got up. As I began to put on my socks and shoes, I noticed that I was actually a little sore. Dad noticed and asked me if I was O.K. I replied that I was fine for having just been fucked by a man with a horse dick. He just laughed, picked me up and kissed me... on the mouth. He was a really great kisser and I returned the lip-lock. Before we could get into a make-out session, he pulled back saying, "It's getting late. I think we should go home." Home. I liked the sound of that. We resumed our normal routine as soon as we got in the bedroom. We stripped, got in bed and turned on a western. The next morning, I awoke to having my cock sucked. He was really getting into it and far be it from me to stop a good blowjob. But I wanted to taste him too, so I asked him to face the other way. He was confused at first, but after I explained that I wanted to suck him at the same time, he turned and got even more enthusiastic with his cocksucking. Before too long we were shooting our morning loads down each other's throats. It was both hot and exhausting. After a quick shower, it was a comfortable naked coffee and breakfast as usual for the two of us.