Date: Sat, 6 Jul 2013 14:04:51 -0700 (PDT) From: D D Subject: My New Role with Dad This story is a complete work of fiction. All characters are more than 18 years of age. Consider donating to Nifty, eh? ----------- I was in my senior year of high school when dad and I moved into the new house. Mom had left us the year before, running away with one of dad's best friends - someone I had grown up calling "Uncle Dan". Our old home, a great, big apartment in downtown Atlanta, had too many memories for dad. Our new home was a beautiful newly constructed house just north of the city in rural Georgia. The divorce had nearly ruined dad. He and mom married when they were both in their late teens so there was no pre-nup. He had gone on to become a prominent lawyer in the city, working his ass off to put himself through college and law school. Mom had never been a very attentive wife or mother. She was more interested in being like one of those women on those horrible "real housewives" shows. Mom tried to take more than half of dad's money but she was too dumb to realize that when you divorce one of the best lawyers in the state, you're not going to make out very well. I was the one who had actually talked dad into moving to the country. He had started drinking too much and bringing strange women home. I mean, I had expected him to go a little bit crazy after the divorce - a lot of my friend's parents had when they split it. But I was worried he was going a little too far off the deep end. Luckily, he listened to me when I told him he needed a new change of scenery. I've always looked to dad as the perfect father and the perfect man. Despite being one of the most called-upon lawyers in the Atlanta area, he always made time to come to my swim meets, school events and to help me with homework whenever I needed it. He was also ridiculously handsome. He was over six feet tall, broad shoulders, well kept black hair with a trimmed beard and mustache that was slowly becoming more salt and pepper looking. He worked out regularly but wasn't overly muscled. Dad was solid and thick in all the right places. Mom had it damn good and was a fool to throw her life away for a douche like Uncle Dan. I, however, must have took after my mother. I'm barely 5'8, very slim yet defined and appear to be unable to grow facial hair. Or any hair with the exception of what's on my head, balls and pits. Anyway, my smoothness helped when it came to swimming. I was one of the stars of our school's team and brought home many individual awards and helped ensure victory for our team. Our season had ended a few weeks earlier so I was usually the first one home and would typically have dinner ready by the time dad made the commute home. Today was no different. By the time dad pulled up just after 6:30, the spaghetti was done, the salad was staying chilled in the freezer and the garlic bread had just finished in the oven. "Hey kid," he said as he came in through the garage. "What smells so good?" "Spaghetti and the fixins'," I replied, feeling quite proud and accomplished. Fast forward a mere twenty minutes and we had both cleaned off our plates. "Eric, you've been such a big help over the past few months. I hope you know how much I appreciate it all." "It's no problem, dad. I like playing a role in the house and helping you out. It's the least I can do." Dad smiled at me and let go of my arm. He got up to rinse his dish and put it into the dishwater. "Thanks, son," dad said. "But you'll be starting college next year and I want you to have some semblance of a social life. I think I'll post an ad for some part-time help around the house. Just someone to clean up and make some meals. It'll be nice to have the help. Until I find a new wife, I guess." Dad laughed at his last statement but I was not amused at all. We had just gotten rid of mom a few months before and already he wanted someone new in our lives? Someone new in his bed? "Are you serious about that, dad? About finding a new wife?" For a few minutes, dad didn't respond. He just stood at the sink, looking out the window into the largely undeveloped backyard. "I don't know. I think about it some times. I'm only 37. I'm going to be pretty lonely in this big house after you leave, bud. Who knows, maybe I can remarry some hot piece of ass and give you some baby brothers and sisters." Dad was laughing as he turned around to face me. I feigned a smile at dad's comment, knowing that's what he'd expect. He had always been very frank and open about sex with me. He told me what sex meant - like actually told me the truth - when I was just 11 or 12. When I came out to him and mom a few year's later, he didn't skip a beat in telling me that he loved me and it didn't matter at all. He even went and got some brochures from someplace so he could give me another sex talk. He didn't seem the least bit embarrassed when he began telling me how to guys experience sex together. He was just such a great dad. "Do you have homework?" he asked. "No, sir. Finished it all at school." "Alright. Wanna watch a movie then?" "Sure. Can I hop in the shower first?" "Sure. I'll go get changed and meet you in the living room when you finish." I started crying in the shower. I felt crazy but I couldn't shake the feeling I was losing dad already. Like he had already found some new young bitch to dote on and breed his children. Like I was already the forgotten son from the poorly executed first marriage. I didn't want anything to change between us. I wanted it to be the two of us against the world. I wanted to be the one by his side. I must have been making some noise because there was a knock on the door and dad came in. "Buddy, what's wrong?" he asked. "I could hear you balling from my bedroom." I quickly wiped away the tears, trying to pretend it was nothing. But I couldn't keep it together. I felt such dispair because of a future I had created in my mind. "Eric, come on out of the shower. Here's a towel, bud. Come on out and dry off and tell me what's wrong." I did as I was told. I wrapped the towel around my waist after drying off and went to find dad in his room, sitting on his bed. "Eric, what's got you so torn up? You know you can tell me anything. Is there a boy at school or something?" "Please don't get remarried, dad," I pleaded. "I don't want a new mother or new brothers and sisters. I don't want to lose what we have." "What?" dad said with a complexing look on his face. "You mean my comment from before? Buddy, I was half-joking. It's not like I have a new wife picked out or something," he said laughing while jostling my wet hair. "Besides," he added, "you don't want your old man go grow old in this big house alone with a big set of blue balls, do you?" I almost started sobbing again. I'm not usually an emotional guy. I just felt this incredible sense of jealousy over this potential new wife. I'm the one who had stopped him from drinking and took him away from the city. He was my dad and I loved him. I loved him in ways that other people would probably not understand. Dad put his arms around me and pulled me into a hug, slapping my back gently like straight men tend to do. "Shhhh, it's okay, buddy. Why are you so worked up all of a sudden?" "I love you, dad." "I love you, too," he said. "But that doesn't explain why you're -" "No, dad. You don't get it," I rebuked, standing up and preparing to storm out of the room. "Eric Adam Jones, get your ass back in this fucking room and explain what's going on." I stopped in my tracks. I was emboldened now. If he wanted to know what I was so worked up about and worried over, I'd tell him. At that brief moment in time, I didn't care whether he hated me forever. He was going to replace me with some young trophywife anyway. "I want to be the special someone in your life, dad. Not some slut you pick up at a bar and decide to bring home and marry." "What the fuck do you mean?" "Dad, you're the most handsome, kind, generous man I've ever met. And you've given me such a good life. I want to repay you." "What do you MEAN, Eric?" "Let me take care of you." "Buddy, you already do such a good job. You make dinner whenever you're home first. You clean up the house. You don't stay out late or come home drunk. You're the perfect son." "But there's more than that," I said. I took a chance and put a hand on my dad's chest. He was still wearing his white dress shirt from work but it was unbuttoned and his sculpted, hairy torso was visible. I used my hand to cup his powerful pec. Finally, his face reacted and he seemed to realize what I was not-so-subtly hinting at. He stepped back away from my groping hand. "You are my son," he said. "I would never even think about doing something like that to you." "Dad, you wouldn't be doing anything to me that I wouldn't want." "Eric, -" he began. "Dad, just let me say a few things, okay?" He nodded weakly. "I love you. More than I've ever loved anybody. I love you as a father and a provider. I love the kind of person you are, not just to me but to everyone you come in contact with. But dad, I want you to love me the way you love a woman. The same way you loved mom. I want all of you, dad." For a second we just stared at each other and I prepared myself for the rejection that was about to come. Instead, dad stepped towards me, encapsulating me in a big bear hug which I accepted immediately. I didn't know how much time I would have so my hands began around dad's torso but they slowly made their way down, sneaking into the space between dad and I. I ran my hand over his bulge, protruding loudly in the dress pants he still wore from work. Whatever words he might try to say indicating that he didn't want to do this, his bulge was proof that those words would be empty. But those words of denial never came. Instead, as I rubbed his enlarging penis through his pants, his hands traveled from my back, down to my ass, knocking the towel wrapped around my waist off of me in the process. "You have your mother's ass," dad said. "And that was her only saving quality." Dad was using both hands to massage my bubble butt. It was like he was captivated by it. "Do you like the way it feels, daddy?" "Of course I do," he responded before letting the towel that had been wrapped around my waist fall to the ground. "It feels so thick and juicy without being too fat," dad said. "And I feel so wrong saying that about my own son's ass." "I don't think there's anything wrong with it, dad. You're just appreciating the body you helped make. And my body wants to show its thanks." Dad's passion surprised me. Whereas just a few minutes ago he was doubting the validity of my feelings and worried about what could happen, now he appeared to be fully invested in what was happening. I wondered how long it'd been since dad had fucked one of his whores. Maybe four or five months? His cock was harder than I could have ever imagined. It was thick and dripping precum like a leaky faucet. There were veins protruding the length of his cock and it just looked powerful - more powerful than any of the boys I'd messed around with or even any of the guys I'd seen in the porn I'd downloaded to my computer. Dad's cock looked real and beautiful. And I wanted it. I gently pushed dad towards the bed until he got the message and sat down. I inched closer to him and took the head of his meat in my mouth. I was worried it was all I'd be able to fit into my mouth. I swiped my tongue over his piss slit, wishing I could draw my reward out immediately. Instead, my mouth continued to be flooded with the sweetness of dad's precum. Slowly, I was able to lower my mouth over more and more of dad's cock, jacking the length of it with my hand while fucking the rest of it with my mouth. Dad was beginning to let himself go. I looked up at him and saw him returning the stare. I could tell he was turned on, both by his glare and the elicit moans that were escaping his mouth. Eventually, I was able to take at least six inches of daddy in my mouth, not the full cock but enough to please him. I was determined to learn how to take the hole thing some day. But I was running out of patience today. I rose to my feet, only to crawl on the bed on top of dad. My hands couldn't help but roam all over his perfect body - built arms, defined abs and those thick, meaty pecs. I took his right nipple into my mouth, gently biting it. I could feel his cock throb underneath me. There was absolutely no turning back; dad was mine. After giving his other nipple some attention, I crawled up and let him attack my mouth with his. His tongue battled for supremacy with mine and I was happy to let him win. His hands returned to my ass; massaging my cheeks and allowing one and then two fingers to travel to my hole. I let out soft whimpers as daddy started fingering me. I knew he probably thought he needed to loosen me up and get me acclimated to something in my cunt. I didn't have the heart to tell him that I'd been using a dildo for years. Several minutes continued with dad finger fucking me, never letting our make out session end, except with the intermittent pause to allow him to stick his fingers in my mouth so I could wet them for my ass. I started humping his body, letting his cock hit my ass, to show that I was ready for him to fuck me. Not just ready - desperate. He got the hint because he grabbed onto me and turned us around so he was on top now. He grabbed my legs and shoved them towards me, granting himself access to my hole. "Daddy, I can't wait to have you spend hours eating my pussy but right now, I need you to fuck me," I said, my voice dripping with a whorish lust. "You're a demanding boy, aren't you?" he said. He reached over to his nightstand, grabbing a condom. As he brought it back to his mouth, ready to tear it out of the wrapper, I grabbed his arm. "Daddy, I don't want you to use that. I want to feel everything." "Are you sure, Eric?" "Yes, sir." He threw the condom across the room, spit on his cock and lined it up with my cunt. In one swoop, he was halfway in me. I was expecting him to move slowly but I was happy that he didn't. All I could do was release some guttural moan that I had never heard before. "How does it feel, baby? Daddy's only halfway in. Want me to take it out?" "Fuck no," I said through strained teeth. "Just slowly put it inside me, sir." For what seemed like forever, he slowly worked his prick into my hole, occasionally pulling out to give me a fucking motion. I could feel each and every push like he was shoving the handle of a hammer inside me, the hardness never revealing any softness. As soon as he was completely inside of me, dad wasted no time getting down to business. He fucked me rough and loudly, as if he hadn't gotten off in years. "Is this what you've dreamt of, boy? Are you sure you wanna be daddy's slut for life?" "Yes, sir. Please keep fucking me. I want you to use my body, daddy. I want to be your boy, sir." Dad bent over and took my nipple into his mouth, nibbling on it and running his tongue over it. I'd never done much with nipple play but it only intensified what I was feeling with dad inside of me. He repeated the same with my other nip. I grabbed the back of his head and brought him down into a kiss, wet and sloppy. I was half panting by this point and told dad that I never wanted him to stop fucking me. "Where do you want it, baby? Where do you want daddy's cum?" "Please breed me, daddy. Show me you own me, daddy. Please breed me!" "That's daddy's little faggot," he purred into my ear. "Your cunt is tighter than your mother's." Hearing him tell me that I was a better fuck that my mom sent me over the edge. I had succeeded in pleasing my daddy and showing him that he didn't need some new wife or any more cheap whores he used to pick up at the bars. I came in four quick, heavy spurts, impressing myself with the strength with which they shot out of my dick. As I came, my cunt tightened around daddy's dick, milking it and causing him to moan in pleasure. He started cumming and I could feel four or five spurts, each hot and powerful. I had no doubt that I'd wake up in the morning with my daddy's load leaking out of me. Dad collapsed on top of me, his hot breath like exhaust on the back of my neck. Eventually, he rolled off of me and fell asleep but not before pulling me into his arms, holding me. His softening cock laid atop my slim hip. I fell asleep that night worried that dad would think this was a one time occurrence or just about sex for me. I was determined to show him that he didn't need a new woman in his life. He had me. ----- This is my first story like this so I hope you've enjoyed it. To offer feedback or if you'd like to see this story continue, feel free to email me at dlcf8900@yahoo.com.