Date: Thu, 7 Mar 2024 08:02:38 -0500 From: The Eagle Subject: Rescued By Daddy - chapter two (Gay/Incest) Dear Reader. The following story contains explicit language, strong sexual content, and taboo and forbidden topics. If any of this offends you, please leave now. Please donate to Nifty as you are able to keep this amazing resource available to all of us. Support my work on Patreon for custom stories. Whatever you would like to read. I can accommodate anything. Tips are appreciated. www.Patreon.com/TheEagle392 Contact me: ForbiddenWritings@gmail.com RESCUED BY DADDY -- chapter two (Gay/Incest) I sat across from my dad at the same bar where I had been less than twenty-four hours before and picked up the cute blond, big-dicked robber. I was still angry about it, of course. Why wouldn't I be? I did keep my eyes peeled for him. Just in case he happened to walk back in tonight looking for his next target. I could definitely take care of myself. When the food came my stomach growled loudly. Dad had ordered buffalo wings and fries. I had a juicy double cheeseburger and fries. God, it tasted so good. I hadn't eaten anything all day. We washed our food down with cold beers that the pretty waitress kept filled. "So, you gonna tell me what really happened, son?" Dad finally said after he wiped his face with the napkin and all that was left was chicken bones. "I told you." I shrugged working on my last few fries. "You told me the clean version. I am sure there is a lot more to it." He picked up his own beer and took a long drink. What exactly was he wanting here? A full play-by-play of gay sex and my utter humiliation of being taken for a fool? "There's nothing more to tell." "The way I see it you thought you could make the full drive from your fancy place back home to your lowly roots. Then when you got too tired you had to settle for that shitty motel across the street because, as usual, you didn't think ahead to make reservations somewhere clean." "Dad --" I tried to stop him, but he went on. "Then, you probably came right over here to this bar where you found some guy. Took him back to that shitty motel and did things no one wants to think about. Then he stole your wallet." When the fuck did my dad become a fortune teller? "Now, I've had to come bail you out of your predicament once again. It gets old after a while, Christian. You're a grown man and it is time to start acting like one." "I know that dad. I have my own place. I never ask for help." "Then why am I here now?" "No one asked you to come!" I shouted and a few of the people around turned to look at us. I didn't like making a scene so I felt embarrassed and looked down at my empty plate. "What were you going to do then? You called your brother, knowing he is right on the verge of getting married. He couldn't have helped even though he wanted to. Thank God your mother didn't come and find you like I did." "I get it dad. I'm nothing but a disappointment. No one wants me around. You're making yourself very clear." "Don't play the martyr, Christian. It is a pathetic look, even for you." Ugh, he really knew how to cut deep. The thing that made it the worst was that every single word he said was true. I never thought ahead about anything. My family had to pull me out of situations over and over again. "Finish your food, son. We have to get some sleep. It's a long drive tomorrow." He said standing up and putting his coat on. It wasn't really cold enough for a coat, but my father always wore one. He was prepared for anything. I guess I could learn from him, but hell would freeze over before I admitted it to him. I finished my fries and dad settled the bill leaving the cute waitress a nice tip and then we left. "I'm going to take a shower." Dad said when we got back to the room. He removed his coat and his boots first. "There's not much hot water, so make it quick." I said going to the sink and brushing my teeth. "Of course there's not. This place is a real shit hole, isn't it?" I didn't even look up. I knew he had more accusations in his eyes. Something moved in the mirror and just out of instinct I looked up then. Dad was naked. Holy fuck. He had his back turned to me where he was folding his clothes and putting them on the corner of the bed, but his naked back side was in full view of the mirror. I had no idea my dad was so big. His back was strapped with cords of muscles, and it grew wider the higher it went until his broad shoulders rounded forward slightly. His ass was thick...thick thick!...and covered lightly in the same dark hair from his head. Was his chest the same? I looked away when he started to turn around. He had belittled me enough. I didn't want to give him any more ammunition against me, but my cock was already hard in my jeans. I scrubbed my teeth harder thankful for the distraction as dad moved to the bathroom. I bent over and spit into the sink before rinsing. When I stood back up he was closing the door. Damn everything to hell! Before he closed it I saw it. How could I not look when it was right there as I turned? Dad was hard. It was just a quick glance, but his dick stuck out a good length from his body and it looked thick. I took after him in ways I didn't even know. Just when I got a good look he closed the door. Had he been waiting for me to look? Of course not, Christian. I mentally scolded myself. Your sick fantasies need to stay hidden, especially tonight when there was only one bed. Fuck! There was only one bed. It hadn't even registered until right that moment that I was going to be sharing a bed with him. I quickly changed into my pajamas. I didn't need my dad seeing my erection and making fun of that too. Not that it was something worthy of ridicule, but he would. I had just pulled my t-shirt on when the bathroom door swung back open. "Damn, no hot water. I haven't had a cold shower since my trucking days." He said coming out of the bathroom completely naked and using one of the towels to dry himself off with. "I told you." I said sitting on the bed and flipping the television on. "Turn that back off, son. We have to get some sleep, not watch TV." I rolled my eyes and turned it off. I pulled the sheets back and climbed into bed turning my back to him. I didn't want the temptation of seeing him naked, and I didn't want him to catch me looking. I felt the bed move as he slid into the other side. What I didn't notice was rustling of clothing. Did my dad just get into bed with me naked? I couldn't fall asleep because all I could think about was the fact that my dad was so hot. His back, his furry ass, the dick I had barely seen, and the knowledge that he might actually be naked with me in bed. I rolled onto my back, but it didn't help. The room was pitch black. I had to know though. I waited for what seemed like hours, but was maybe forty-five minutes in real time. Then I heard him softly snoring. "Dad?" I whispered. Silence. I turned over to face him, but the movement didn't change anything. He still softly snored in rhythmic patterns. So, I tried again, "Dad?" Silence. I got out of the bed and turned on the small lamp on my side of the bed. I walked over to the restroom and used it quickly, though it was difficult with a raging hard on. I pushed it back into my pajama pants and went back to bed. When I walked around to my side of the bed dad had rolled onto his back as well. The tent that stood up from his crotch was too tempting. He had kicked the sheets down so his entire right leg was sticking out from under the covers. He was definitely naked. Why? Why would he be naked when he is in bed with his son? His son that he knew was gay? He wasn't snoring anymore, but was that because he was awake and pretending to be asleep? Or was it because he didn't snore on his back? I watched his chest rise and fall. His chest was massive, covered in beautiful hair. The sheet covered him just below his nipples, but I knew the hair continued. He was too hairy to not. I slowly sat down on the bed more curious than ever. My own Dad. Naked in bed with me? A huge tent standing up from his crotch. My hand shook as I reached for the edge of the sheet just across his thigh. I wasn't going to try and remove it from his chest down, that was too much movement, but I could peek under the side. My heart thrummed loudly in my ears. I felt a bead of sweat run down the back of my neck as I slowly picked up the sheet. I looked up just to make sure and his eyes were still closed. He still had a steady breathing rhythm. I lifted the sheet and had to bite my bottom lip to keep from moaning. There it was. Standing tall, proud, thick, and long. The cock that I owed literally my entire life to. I picked up the sheet a little more so that it came completely off and his cock twitched. I glanced up, but his eyes were still closed. His nuts were massive. The sack was covered in hair and they seemed so full. My own dick throbbed like a beast in my pants. I wanted a closer look so I barely shifted my weight to scoot just a little closer to him. I had no idea if I would ever get this chance again. The sheet fell off the other side and I glanced up again. Eyes still closed. Breathing still regular. I was safe. I leaned in and got as good of an inspection as I could with only the soft lamp light. The vein up the underside was thick, the shaft and head met but the circumference didn't change. He didn't have a flared head, he was more like me -- just a blunt end from a thick stalk. His balls were hanging so low they seemed to be resting on the bed between his thighs. Did he just part his legs? I glanced up again. Eyes still closed. You're losing your mind, Chris. I held my breath as I leaned in and saw the small bead of precum right at the slit. Dad must be having a very hot dream. Did I dare? Something inside of me took over. I couldn't stop myself. It was literally a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that I could not let pass up. I might end up getting my ass kicked and never talking to any of my family again, but I would hate myself even more if I didn't know what my dad's precum tasted like. The man is a beast. I'd always known it, but I never let my mind go to those forbidden places. I was too scared, even when I'd lived a continent away I never imagined it. At least not that I admitted even to myself. I moved and my tongue made contact with it. "I knew it, you fucking faggot!" He roared and sat straight up in the bed. My heart jumped out of my chest as his hands came down on my head and pushed my mouth onto his cock. "I knew you wanted to suck this dick. A real man's dick." It all happened too quick. In one second it was quiet and tempting, the very next I was swallowing my dad's cock like a slut. Before I knew what was happening he was on his knees and had pushed me onto my back. "If you want to swallow this dick then you're going to do it right." He stood up and pulled me to the edge of the bed. He hung my head off the side and I gladly opened wide. "Yes, Daddy!" I was barely able to gasp before he thrust himself deep into my mouth. He took no mercy on me -- and I fucking loved it! I opened my mouth and throat to his delicious punishment. "Fuck, boy!" He moaned when he pushed deep and I didn't stop him. His cock was so thick that I had to relax and focus on swallowing. There was no way I was going to lose this. I felt him start to pull back and then push forward. His rhythm increased quickly as he realized I wasn't fighting it. "Suck Daddy's dick faggot!" I reached up and grabbed his ass and pulled him even deeper until his balls were all over my face. "GODDAMN IT BOY!!!!" He roared and I knew the thin walls for this motel couldn't contain his thunderous voice. Then he was gone. He stepped back leaving my face a mess as he pulled completely out of me and stared at me. "You trying to swallow your brothers and sisters that quick?" "Fuck!" His words were disgusting, but I was here for it! I rolled over and stared at him. His huge muscular frame was impressive. He might be fifty-three years old, but his body was stone hard muscle and I knew he had a beast inside of him. "I am going to swallow them then I'm going to take them straight up my ass too, Dad." "Fucking right you are, faggot. Get those clothes off and come worship this dick." He said sitting on the edge of the bed now. I scrambled off and ripped my clothes from my body. I got on my knees and looked up at him once before diving onto his still slick cock. "Mmmmmmm." I moaned when he put his hands back on my head and pushed it down to his trimmed bush. "Fuck, your mother never sucks my dick anymore." He moaned and my throat stretched as he throbbed. "Even when she did it wasn't that good." I felt proud of myself for doing things his wife -- my mother -- didn't do. Married men were always more fun, but who knew your own father was the pinnacle of arousal? He gripped my hair tightly and started moving my head up and down his length for his own pleasure. Some short quick strokes. Other slow, full-length strokes. It was all so fucking intense! "Fuck, Daddy's gonna cum, boy." He moaned much quicker than I thought he would. I opened wider and took him deep really showing off my throating skills. He fell back laying on the bed and just let me work. "GODDAMN IT! Suck Daddy's dick, faggot!" He roared to the ceiling. He put his arms behind his head and I saw his powerful chest, beefy arms, and thick, hairy armpits. My fucking weakness. I moaned and went into overdrive as I fucked my throat up and down his throbbing shaft. "Here it comes, Boy!" I moaned and squeezed his nuts at the perfect time. His orgasm was silent, which was a little surprising given his dirty talk, but I swallowed. The first shot went straight down my throat, but I pulled off enough to keep just the head in my mouth. I was going to taste it. It was my only chance and I wasn't going to let it pass by. The thick, salty second shot filled my mouth almost completely. I swallowed it knowing more was coming, and I was not wrong. I stroked his shaft to coax it all out as I massaged his balls with my other hand. I had to gulp down six more shots before it finally subsided. "Jesus, Dad." "Oh, there's a lot more where that came from, Boy!" More to cum...very soon. Thanks for reading...so much more to come! Remember to donate to Nifty as you can, and you can connect with me Email: ForbiddenWritings@gmail.com Support my stories: Patreon.com/TheEagle392 Until next time, happy reading! THE EAGLE