Date: Tue, 13 Aug 2013 19:13:37 -0700 (PDT) From: D D Subject: My New Role with Dad 2 This story is a complete work of fiction. All characters are more than 18 years of age. Consider donating to Nifty, eh? ----------- I awoke to the alarm on dad's nightstand going off at 6:30 a.m.; the time I typically got up for school. I turned it off and noticed a note next to it. "Eric, I had an early hearing in the city. I'll see you when you get home from school. Love, Dad." I went about the motions of getting ready for school: a quick shower, bowl of cereal, throwing on some clothes and finally driving to school and heading to class. But I couldn't keep from being aroused at school. No matter what I thought about - Aristotle or Dickens or some calculus theorem - my dick wouldn't go down. I had to get a pass three times throughout the day so I could go to the bathroom and take care of it. And "taking care of it" meant going into the handicapped stall and fingering my ass until I either came or my cock at least calmed down. After being with dad, I just felt empty not having him inside of me. I felt incomplete. I couldn't wait until I got home and got to feel it all over again. Somehow I made it through the day with minimal awkwardness. A few of my friends (and some teachers) commented that my mind was elsewhere but nonetheless, I was finally on my way home. I came home to dad's car already in the driveway. I called for him when I opened the front door and heard music coming from the basement. One of the first things dad had done when we moved into the house was convert the basement into a gym that any workout slut could appreciate. He didn't get to workout yesterday (unless you count what we did) so he was making up for it now. I decided I'd throw my backpack in my room and change into my gym shorts so I could join him. But once I got to my room, I saw that the sheets had been taken off the bed. My dresser drawers were all half open and they were empty. My closet doors were ajar and when I looked inside they were also void of anything except for a few boxes of old toys. I was completely confused for a minute until it hit me: dad was kicking me out. I thought he had enjoyed what we did together. I thought he was ready to look at me as more than his son but I was obviously wrong. I'd heard about other parents of gay kids kicking their children out. I'd even seen some TV show about it. But I never thought it could happen to me. I sat down on the bed and started crying. After less than a minute, dad came to the bedroom door. He was just wearing some tennis shoes with socks, his blue gym shorts with white piping and a towel thrown over his shoulder. "Eric, what the doing? Why the hell are you crying?" "All my stuff is gone," I said between sobs. "You're kicking me out or something." "Oh, I am" he said. "Come with me, kid." He walked over to where I was sitting and grabbed my shoulder, forcibly making me follow him. He led me to his bedroom, the place I had given myself to my father as more than just a son. I have given him myself as his partner, his wife and his lover. He pushed me to his dresser. It was a huge piece of furniture. He said it was made by some Amish woodworkers in the north or something. "Open that drawer," he instructed. "The top left one. Fuck it, open any of the ones on the left." I did as he told and when I pulled the heavy drawer open, I saw my boxerbriefs and socks. I closed it and moved onto the next one - some shirts. All mine. I realized now that dad wasn't kicking me out. He had moved me in with him. My eyes were drying now as I looked up at him. "Listen, Eric. You're mine now. You gave yourself to me last night. You gave me a very precious gift. A gift that I'm never giving back. You sleep here now. Next to me. You're mine, Eric. And even if all those things weren't true - even if we hadn't moved our relationship to a whole different level last night - you'd still be my son. And I would never put my son out on the street. Got it?" It was dad's turn to cry. His eyes were tearing up when I ran into his arms and he embraced me. "I love you, Eric. And you're mine now." "I love you too, dad." We hugged for a minute before he released me from his grip. "Now are you happy with my surprise?" "Yes, sir. Well. Except for one thing." "What's that" he asked. "I always put my pajamas in the drawer underneath my socks and underpants." I smiled at him. "But don't worry, I can change it later." He laughed. "No, actually you can't," he said." "Why?" "Because I threw all of your pajamas away. As long as you sleep under this roof, you sleep naked, baby." "Yes, sir," I said, finally noticing that dad was standing in front of me completely naked except for shoes, socks and these short gym shorts. I took his nipple in my mouth, tasting the saltiness from his sweaty workout. I let my teeth graze the bud until I nibbled gently on it. Dad let out a moan that made my hole jump. It knew what was finally coming. "You like daddy all sweaty and smelly?" he asked, knowing what the answer would be. "I like daddy anyway I can get him," I replied, "but there's a certain sexiness to you this way. Makes me really want you, daddy." He bent down until his lips met mine. Immediately our lips opened and our tongues started playing their favorite game. I loved this aspect of our relationship. Whenever he kissed me - which, granted, hasn't been all that much yet - his tongue acted like it was searching for hidden treasure in my mouth. Sounds weird, I know, but I loved the feeling. When he broke the kiss, I was saddened until he told me he had to hit the shower and asked if I wanted to join him. I didn't even answer him, instead I just started stripping my clothes off. I was completely naked within twenty seconds whereas dad was still wearing his workout attire. "Why am I the only one naked and ready for the the shower" I asked. "Because I'm waiting for you to undress me, boy." I put my hand on his chest and pushed him towards the bed until he sat down on it. I knelt in front of him, momentarily thinking about just sucking him off before the shower but ultimately deciding against it. I grabbed his foot, removing his shoe and then sock before doing the same with the other foot. I briefly considered sucking on his feet - something about dad's post-workout aroma made me want him so much - but then decided we'd have to revisit that thought another time. Finally, I grabbed his shorts with both hands and yanked them down until they were on the floor. I eyed dad's cock, still soft but thickening up. His balls looked so full despite the fact that I had just emptied them less than 24 hours earlier. I kissed the head, holding the kiss for just a second before standing up. We walked into dad's bathroom and I was reminded how great this room was. Dad's shower was amazing. There were three shower heads: one over top that was like a rain forest shower or something and then two on the the wall, opposite of each other. There was also a ledge all around the perimeter of the thing. I always loved the rare times dad would let me use his shower. I guess that'd be happening more often now. He fiddled with the knobs until he had the shower adjusted to how he liked it. When he stepped in, he grabbed my hand and pulled me in behind him. I closed the door and just watched dad stand under the rain forest shower head. He looked so fucking sexy all wet with his chest hair matted down. I wanted him inside me right now. "Come clean daddy," he said as he was jacking his lengthening cock. I grabbed a bottle of body wash - some brand that was specifically for men - and squirted a glob of it into my hand. I rubbed the thick soap in my hands and started massaging daddy's thick pecs. They were like solid shelves of muscle. I let my fingers roam around his nipples, tracing circles around them and flicking them for good measure. Daddy definitely wasn't the hairiest man I ever met but he had a fair amount. I think he earned the designation of muscle bear easily. My hands continued to his arms, each thick with muscle and so fucking strong the mere sight of them made my cock leak. He was such a man. "Why don't you quit pussyfooting around and clean what daddy needs you to clean, baby? He knew what we both wanted. Without soaping it up, I dropped to my knees and put his now hard cock in my mouth. I wanted to taste the sweat from his day and his workout. I wanted nothing more than daddy's dirty cock in my mouth and daddy wanted the same thing. As I blew him, the water that was running onto him was going down his chest, following the ridges of his abs and making it's way down his cock. Daddy was feeding me his cock and letting me drink from it, too. I hadn't even been on his cock for three minutes before he stopped me. "Eric, I'm gonna blow soon so you have to decide whether you want it down your throat or buried in your cunt." Without hesitation, I withdrew my mouth from his tool and motioned for him to lay down. I wanted to ride him. He did as I asked and I stuck my ass out into the stream of water coming from one of the shower heads mounted on the wall. I had fingered myself plenty of times so I wasn't worried about not being ready for daddy's thick meat. I lowered myself onto him quickly - probably more quickly than I should have. I winced in pain slightly but wasn't going to let anything stop me from feeling full again. His hands grabbed onto my thighs as I bounced on his lap, letting his prick explore every inch of my pussy. I felt like a little king bouncing on top of daddy; a little king playing with his favorite toy. My hands stayed on daddy's sides, keeping me steady. "How does this feel daddy" I asked as I was bucking up and down on his cock, straddling his lap. "Your cunt is so fucking perfect, baby. I can't get over how tight you are." "I'm happy you like my boy pussy, daddy." He growled at me. So damn sexy. "I can't believe I waited this long to have you inside me, daddy. Did you ever think your little boy would be riding your cock? Did you ever think your son would be begging you to breed him like a slutty little bitch? Did ya daddy?" He couldn't answer. His eyes had practically rolled back in his head and his fingers were digging into my thigh. Like last time, I thought I'd cum first but the stuff I was saying must have triggered dad because without any warning, he started to shout that he was cumming and I felt him shoot hot loads into my hole. I felt somewhere between three and five bullets of cum. Seeing dad react like this did something to me because it felt like I was starting to convulse. Without touching my cock, I should three thick rope onto the shower floor and watched them be washed away down the drain. I nearly collapsed on the floor just where I was but I wanted dad's tongue in my mouth again. I crawled up to him and just attacked his mouth. His cum was already leaking out of my hole and I just wanted to lay there and let the hot water rush over us forever. Eventually, however, I knew we'd have to get out. "Why don't we order a pizza and then turn in early? How does that sound, baby?" "Will you breed me again before bed?" "You insatiable little slut," dad said laughing. "Of course I will. Now let's dry off." ----- I know this is a shorter installment than the first but I just wanted to get something posted for you guys. I've been flabbergasted by the support for my first story. Don't worry, I have lots more in store for Eric and daddy. To offer feedback or if you'd like to see this story continue, feel free to email me at dlcf8900@yahoo.com.