Date: Wed, 20 Jun 2012 21:46:51 +1000 From: Toby T Subject: Routine Everyone has their routine, I suppose. For my father, every Sunday morning, it involved getting up at the crack of dawn and heading out for a long jog. He tried to be quiet, but I was woken up by the sound of the front door closing. I don't know how he does it. After my Saturday night out drinking with the boys, getting up early was the last thing I felt like. I lingered in my warm bed for a while. But I had my Sunday morning routine too, and it had to be kept. I forced myself to get out of bed. I practically rolled out of bed and onto the floor, where I put in about fifty push-ups. I stood up and looked in the mirror. My chest was nice and puffed. I looked good, I thought. Opening the bedroom door, I shuffled my way to the kitchen and drank some water. I then went to the bathroom where I brushed my teeth, shaved, used the toilet, before stepping into the shower. The jets of hot water felt nice. It revived and relaxed me at the same time. I could have stood there forever. When I'd made sure I was nice and clean, I turned off the water and towelled myself off. Since there was no one else at home, I didn't bother to put on any clothes. I walked out of the bathroom naked, past the door of my own room, and into my Dad's. He hadn't drawn back the curtains fully, but they were slightly open, probably from his pulling them back to check the weather outside. The diffuse morning light filtered through the gap and hit the bed. He'd left his bed unmade, the sheets rumpled. I climbed naked into his bed and buried my face in his pillow, breathing in his clean, manly scent. I pulled the sheets over my body and wrapped myself in his presence. It felt nice. I was getting aroused. I pressed my semi-erection against the sheets, taking another deep breath and taking in Dad's scent. I loved this time of the morning. I just laid there in my father's bed, enjoying the feeling of being close to Dad, without him even being there. After I don't know how long, I heard the front door again. Dad had come back from his jog. I knew he was going to head into the shower. I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of the water from the bathroom. Eventually the water stopped. I kept my eyes closed, but a couple of minutes later I could feel his presence in the room. He'd paused at the door when he saw me, and I could feel him taking in the sight of his own son lying in his bed. After a while he spoke, casually: "You know the best thing about a Sunday morning jog?" I opened my eyes to look at him, but I didn't answer. He had a bath towerl wrapped around his waist. Steam was still rising from his body. He looked like everything a man was supposed to be. Muscles in all the right places. Masculine, strong, and sexy without even trying. "What I find in my bed when I come back," he answered himself, with a sweet smile on his face, almost a little shy. Dad walked up to the edge of the bed. I looked up and watched his approach with my heart thumping in my chest. He smiled down at me as he let the towel drop to the floor, revealing his beautiful, semi-erect penis. He lifted the sheets and climbed naked into bed beside his son. I immediately snuggled up to him and pressed my body against his, my erection digging into his thigh. I'd been hard the whole time I was lying there waiting for him. Our faces met and he kissed me on the lips. My mouth parted readily and soon our tongues were caressing each other. My Dad was a great kisser. Our lips caressed each other and our tongues darted in and out of our mouths. As we kissed, Dad's organ hardened from a semi-erection to full mast, until it laid flat against his stomach thick and proud. I ran my hands over his gorgeous body as we kissed. I'd always thought that Dad had a great body, but in the last few months he'd gotten into even better shape. I'd like to think I had something to do with it. Just like how when I worked out, I'd think about getting my body to look good for my Dad, and I'd be able to push myself a bit harder. I'd like to think I motivated him in the same way he motivated me. I broke our kiss so I could get on with worshipping his body. I licked my way down his neck and shoulders, before my hands and my lips got to work on that strong manly chest of his. I couldn't get enough of it. I followed the treasure trail down his beautiful abs until his big erection was poking me in the face, begging for attention. I took my favorite toy in my hand and admired its majesty. I ran my hand up and down its length, trying to memorize every detail. It was perfectly hard, towering up from between Dad's legs. It felt so fucking powerful. I kissed it. I rubbed my thumb over his tip, spreading the clear juices over the head. I planted my tongue on the underside and licked it over and over. I looked up the length of my Dad's torso and smiled at him. Seeing the anticipation in his eyes, I took his throbbing erection into my mouth. Gosh he was so thick. I can't explain why I got so much pleasure from having my lips wrapped around my father's hard cock, but I couldn't get enough of it. I made love to Dad's dick with my mouth and my tongue. I loved how hot and hard it was, yet so velvety against my tongue. I loved tracing the throbbing veins on his cock with my tongue. I loved gliding my lips up and down the length of his shaft. I loved feeling his cockhead rub against the back of my throat. I loved his taste, his girth, his manly power, and the sound of his moans. And I loved feeling the intensity with which he watched every second of it. When I came up for air, Dad pulled me up the length of his body and pressed his mouth over mine, putting his tongue where his erection had just been. He rolled us over and pinned me down on his bed, and proceeded to squeeze and kiss his way down my body, from head to toe, then back up again. He was making love to my body the way a gourmet savours his favorite dish. When he decided to put his focus between my legs, his hot breath on my cock made it twitch in front of his face. He dug his hands under me and grabbed my butt cheeks, while he first covered my balls with his mouth, and then engulfed my aching dick. His lips slid down my shaft until his nose was buried in my pubes. His mouth felt so warm and wet and soft, it was heaven. And when he turned on the suction and went to work on me with amazing skill, I couldn't help writhing underneath him and making a lot of noise. He took me in so deep. I can't really explain that feeling of having my cock head lodged in his throat. Dad let me out of his mouth and climbed up my sweaty body, pressing his full weight on top of me and crushing me into the bed. His mouth covered mine and I wrapped my arms and legs around his nakedness. Our bodies were melting into each other. I grabbed his butt and squeezed the firm globes greedily, grinding our groins together. Eventually Dad rolled onto his back, pulling me on top of him. I sat up and straddled him. Looking down, I saw the two throbbing erections, father and son, pressed together. It was a sight that always made my heart skip several beats. Dad stretched out his arm and grabbed some lube off the bedside table. Licking his lips, he took both our dicks in one hand, and spread lube onto them, pressing and rubbing our engorged shafts together. He loved doing that. It looked incredible, and felt even more amazing. Eventually he let go of his own dick so that he could concentrate his efforts on mine. He knew what made me tick and his hand worked magic on my organ, making me gasp and tremble under his touch. His free hand roamed my torso. He locked his eyes onto mine, silently asking me to do the same for him. I didn't need any encouragement, and took his hot shaft in my right hand while my other hand explored his beautiful chest. I loved feeling the veins on his powerfully thick cock, and I loved watching his reaction to my every touch. I rubbed my thumb along the ridge on the underside of his cock head, which I knew he loved. And sure enough he arched his back and closed his eyes in ecstasy. "This is real nice," he said throatily. I took the lube from him, and spread some more of it onto his thick rod and worked it up and down his length as he watched. I squeezed more lube onto my fingers. Then I reached down between my legs and spread it into and around my butt hole. "What are you doing?" His eyes widened and he asked. "I need you inside me so bad Dad," I answered. "We've already talked about this, son. That's a line I'm not going to cross. No way." I had fantasized countless times about Dad fucking my brains out of me, but it had never happened. "That's never going to happen between us," he had made it very clear. "Why not?" I had asked time and again. "Because I'm your father! That's why." His answer seemed reasonable and absurd at the same time. At the risk of sounding too cocky, there were any number of men out there who'd kill to get a piece of my ass. But here I was, begging to be fucked, and bring turned down time and again. But what was I to do? I was crazy about this man in front of me. Nearly a year ago, when all of this started, it had been relatively innocent. We had somehow ended up jerking off together as we sat side by side (okay, maybe I kind of made it happen). We looked and stared at each other while we stroked our own dicks, but we didn't touch each other. My heart nearly stopped when I saw my Dad shoot his stuff for the first time. At that point, it was the hottest thing that I could have ever hoped for. We did it again a few more times. Eventually, one day, I couldn't resist anymore, and when we were both really getting into our masturbation, I reached over and grabbed hold of Dad's dick. I started caressing and jerking his thick hot rod for him. He moaned and groaned, and, to my surprise and delight, reached over and started jerking me too. We came in each other's hand. It all went from there. Our mutual jerk sessions soon became a weekly routine, every Sunday morning. On one of these Sunday mornings, while we were sitting on his bed masturbating each other, in the heat of the moment we leaned towards each other and we started kissing. Before long, I was having full-on make out sessions every Sunday morning with my Dad. We'd get totally naked and kiss and touch each other. First we kissed only on the mouth and face. Soon we were licking and kissing each other all over. We always ended up jerking each other to orgasm. Dad told himself, and me, that we were just jerk off buddies. That it wasn't really sex. So it was a very long time, just three months ago in fact, before he finally let me suck his cock. I had been dying to do it, and I could tell he wanted it too, but he just couldn't get over that hurdle in his head. Once I had my lips on his rock hard meat though, he was totally into it. It was so hot for me, I used to cum just from sucking him. It didn't take long for him to reciprocate. Nevertheless, it was only a month ago that he eventually let himself cum in my mouth. But I wanted to be even closer to him. From the second I saw my father's erect penis, I wanted to touch it. Once I had it in my hand, I knew I wanted to have it in my mouth. And once I had his cock in my mouth, I knew I wanted to feel it in my ass. I had been trying to take our relationship to the next level for the past two weeks, but Dad was as adamant as ever that we weren't going to go any further. It wouldn't be right, he said. Somehow, he had suddenly subscribed to the Bill Clinton theory that oral sex wasn't really intercourse, and so he hadn't really been having sex with his son. We were just 'fooling around'. It seemed obvious to me that we had been making love to each other for months, and it frustrated me that he chose to think of us still as jerk off buddies. But then, if that was what it took for him to keep our Sunday routine going, I was willing to put up with it. Nevertheless, the idea of getting fucked by Dad was becoming an obsession for me. It would be the ultimate thrill. And then he wouldn't be able to say we were jerk off buddies anymore. I didn't want to be his buddy. I didn't want to be his son with benefits. I wanted us to be full-on lovers. "Being father and son is a very special thing. I don't want us to lose that." He'd say. But I didn't want him to stop being my father. I wanted him to be my Dad AND my lover. At the same time. I wanted him so much precisely because he was special to me. We would be closer than any other two men could ever be to each other. "You know I can't." His mouth said no, but I could feel his throbbing hotness in my hand. I looked down and saw that he was so excited the head of his dick was glossy, and his whole organ was an angry colour. A steady trickle of clear juice was oozing out of his piss slit. "I want to be fucked by you, DAD," I looked him in the eyes and said. I felt a throb and a sharp jerk in my hand before he said "No, I can'tÉ" He kept saying "I can't", but I noticed he never said he didn't want to. I leaned in to kiss him. He grabbed the back of my head and pressed my lips into his. I kept stroking his cock the whole time. My butt hole was really twitching, I wanted him so much. I sat my butt crack on the underside of his shaft and rubbed back and forth as we made out. Then I pushed his cock down so now the top side of the shaft is lodged against my crack. Dad groaned into my mouth. At one point, with everything aligned, I pushed back hard against him and Dad's cock head pushed into my hole. It penetrated surprisingly easily, since we were both lubed up and his penis was hard as a steel pipe. He broked the kiss and looked at me in surprise. "No!" he whispered. I didn't say anything. I slowly sat up and kept pushing down on him, feeling my daddy's thick cock stretching my tight hole and inching its way deep into me, until I was finally sitting on his pubes. Dad squeezed his eyes shut and threw his head back, groaning as he did so. "I can't do thisÉ C'mon, get off itÉ" he grunted. He grabbed me by the waist and tried to lift me off his hard cock. He pulled out until only the head was in, but I pushed back again, making him penetrate me again all the way, eliciting another big groan from the big man. "You don't listen to your Dad, do you?" he said, and strengthened his grip on my waist. This time he pulled me much harder. He's a strong man, and I wasn't really a match for him. He lifted me off his cock. I so didn't want to let him go, and felt disappointed as his cock head was about to pop out. But there was a pause. He just held me there. He was looking at me, breathing hard. Then, still holding me in the same place, I felt Dad's big cock push back into me again. He was raising his hips to meet me. He went in, then he lowered himself and pulled out again, and then in, and then out againÉ "Ooooh DadÉ" I was so happy. He still looked at me, slightly shaking his head, as he relaxed his grip on my body. I sank back down, and began to ride my father's cock gently. "Oh fuck!" Dad groaned, biting his lower lip and puffing his chest. He still had his hands on my hips, but now they are guiding me in a rolling rhythm as I moved up and down on his engorged love muscle. "I should never have let you seduce meÉ" he groaned. His right hand ran up and down my abs and chest, before grabbing the back of my neck and pulling me down for a kiss. Our bodies rocked together in a gentle rhythm. His hands were kneading my butt and guiding it over his swollen rod. Before long, his instinct got the better of him and he rolled us over on the bed so that he was on top. Dad began to rock his hips, ever so gently at first, but slowly picking up pace. I grabbed onto his butt with my hands and felt his every move. I closed my eyes and savoured the sensation of being pinned down by my father's body, of a part of his body moving inside of mine. I was stretched tight over my father's massive raging hardon. It felt strange but pleasurable, and naughty but natural at the same time. I felt excited but calm, a bit scared but oh so safe. It didn't take Dad long to get into it, and soon he had fully taken over the driver's seat. I moaned and moaned as Dad fucked me, losing myself in the sensations washing over my body as his thick meaty instrument slid its length in and out of my hole. My hands swept up and down over his strong, undulating back, squeezing and clawing at him. My own dick felt harder than it had ever been, as if it was getting an extra boost from my father's cock inside me. The hairs on his stomach brushed against my sensitive cock and balls as he rolled his hips to drive his penis into me. The room was filled with the sounds of my moans, his breathing and the contact between our bodies. With my eyes closed, I concentrated on the sensation of Dad's big rod stretching and plumbing my butt hole. I knew for certain then that no other man in the world could ever make me feel like this. "Open your eyes", I heard him say. "Open your eyes." I complied and saw him leaning down over me, his face inches away. His eyes were fixed intently on my face. "Look at me, boy," he grunted with some effort, his voice filled with emotion and urgency. "Look your father in the eye while he fucks you." And so I did. Our eyes stared into each other while Dad fucked me. It was such an incredibly intense connection between us, as we looked into each other's familiar faces while we experienced each other in a totally new, unfamiliar way. It was a far more intense experience than I could have ever imagined. The past few months of stroking, licking and sucking that organ did not quite prepare me for the experience of being fucked by it. Its hardness and size felt so exaggerated inside my butt. To be honest, Dad was so totally hot that I wouldn't have cared whether he was well hung or not. The fact that my father happened to pack a massive, thick equipment between his legs was just an added bonus. And the way he was giving it to me was so delicious. Dad was plying me open with every stroke. "Fuck you're tightÉ" he grunted. I wondered if he knew he was taking his son's cherry. I hadn't told him that I had never been fucked. I wanted Dad to know that he was being the first, that I'd been saving it for him. He would have liked to know. But I didn't dare say anything, in case it freaked him out and made him change his mind. I would tell him one day. The intensity was too much for me to bear. I leaned up and pushed my lips onto his mouth. We immediately began to suck the breath out of each other in a passionate wet kiss. His hands ran up and down my body as he pumped me. Dad broke our kiss and pulled away from me. He pulled his slimy wet cock out of me and turned me slightly on my side. Straddling one of my thighs, he took my other leg and put it over his right shoulder, before guiding his hard dick toward my butt hole and determinedly pushing it in with the full weight of his powerful body. "AhhhÉ" he sighed, and a satisfied smiled crept onto his face. He liked the sensation of this new position. So did I, as he started to massage my insides with his sliding cock. My father always taught me that either you didn't do something, or, if you were going to do it at all, you must do it well. And here he was, practising what he preached. Dad was in lover mode. He tried different rhythms and different angles with his strokes, experimenting with how it felt, and watching and listening to my reaction to gauge how good a job he was doing. Time and again we changed positions, as Dad moved my body around so that he could try out different moves. He'd completely lost his inhibitions, making love with me as if he had always intended to, fucking me like he really meant it. Eventually I ended up on my back again, with my legs wrapped around my Dad's waist while he rolled his hips and pumped his gorgeous hard dick in and out of me, my pucker greedily grabbing his meat with his every thrust. We were a hot, writhing tangle of muscle and sweat, our bodies melting into each other. I wrapped my arms around his broad, muscular back and hung on tight. "HrrrrÉ HrrrghÉ" my father grunted as beads of sweat rolled down his handsome face. Dad packed every ounce of horse power he had behind every thrust, slamming that steel rod of his throbbing cock into me and grinding it home. There was no trace of the man who, less than half an hour ago, asked me not to let him go down this path. I guess he had been taken over by his instincts: the animal instinct to breed, the male instinct to fuck, and the paternal instinct to show off. I could feel that he was determined to show me what a great man my father was. How powerful he could be. How well he could fuck. And boy, did he show me. I was drowning in the pleasure and intense sensations he was giving me, I could no longer speak. I could only make the occasional whimpering sound. None of my fantasies could have prepared me for what I was feeling. I'd spent countless nights imagining my Dad fucking me, but I could have never imagined some of the moves he was using on me now. They were so terribly nasty and so loving at the same time, and totally sexy. My whole body was stretched over his thick invading cock, and his body had in turned enveloped mine in a tight, frantic embrace. I had never felt such an intense physical and emotional connection with my father. Or with anybody for that matter. I now understood why people said sex was about becoming one. I felt like Dad and I would never separate again. "Does this feel good? Are you enjoying my cock?" he grunted. I looked up at him and gasped: "YesÉ I love your cock DadÉ is your cock enjoying me?" He didn't answer me. He just pushed his fuck stick deeper into me and picked up the pace of his thrusts. "Is this what you wanted?" he grunted as he sank his cum rod into me over and over. "YÉ yesÉ DadÉ" was all I could manage. How I had wanted this. But it wasn't all I wanted. There was something else I wanted from him. Something that would irrevocably seal the ultimate bond between us. But I knew that would come soon. The intensity of our coupling built in an unstoppable crescendo. Delicious pleasure ran through my body like electricity. I hoped I was giving Dad as much pleasure as he was giving me. My whole world was my father's cock and his skin and his hands, his arms, his back, his lips, his hot breath on my mouth. I squeezed and twisted my butt and did everything I could think of to milk his big gorgeous cum stick. I was grabbing and scratching at his body, and he was squeezing and lifting and stabbng and stretching me and thenÉ the inevitable happened. The natural climax of the past few months. Dad's shaft and head grew even thicker and harder, and a wet and intense heat exploded deep within me. With his member buried deep inside me down to the root, I felt one powerful blast after another of my father's fresh white-hot sperm coating my insides. Straight from his balls, he injected his thick scalding cum deep into my body. I'd tasted his creamy juices before over the past few weeks, which I thought was pretty mind-blowing. But that was nothing compared to this. The sensation, and the very idea, of being seeded by my own Dad triggered an immediate reaction in me. My head began to spin, and I felt an uncontrollable spasm radiate from the very core of my body. An intense orgasm shook my whole body and, while Dad was still fast-pumping his rich, creamy semen into me, I let loose a long jet of my own jizz that coated both our chests, followed by another jet that hit Dad on the chin and landed on my face, then another, and anotherÉ It was a brand new sensation, coming with Dad's erect penis embedded deep inside me. It was the hardest orgasm I'd ever had. Dad had so much to give. He roared as he emptied his balls into me in an unstoppable torrent. That's one thing I'd come to know and love about my father: he's loud when he orgasms. When we were spent he collapsed on top of me, our bodies a sweaty, sticky tangle, my insides filled full of hot Daddy cum. Dad put his mouth over mine and we kissed like the lovers that we were. He was still inside me when we dozed off from the exhaustion. I'm not sure how long I was out for. When I woke up, Dad was sitting on the edge of the bed next to me. He was still naked, and looked as sexy as ever. He had a warm, wet towel in his hand and he was wiping down my sticky torso. I looked at his face. He looked kind of grim, and he avoided eye contact. That made me worried. He didn't say anything for a long time. I didn't quite know what to say either. "We came an awful lotÉ" I said eventually just to break the silence, eyeing the sticky mess he was cleaning off my chest. "That's all yours," he said. "How can you tell whoseÉ " I began to say, when I noticed his expression turned even grimmer. Then I realised: Dad too had come a lot, but, this time, he had unloaded all his seeds inside my butt. I was suddenly aware of the wet gooey feeling inside. We fell into another awkward silence. Dad still hadn't made eye contact with me. Eventually, he cleared his throat and said in a thick, dry voice: "I think we should get you in the shower to clean up." He turned on the shower in the bathroom. We waited for the water to heat up before stepping under it together. Dad was really quiet in the shower. Neither of us said anything. He got a bit like that every time we escalated our relationship, and I knew he was processing what we had just done and trying to come to terms with it. I hoped that he would eventually come to accept it somehow, like he had done all the other times. It would usually take him some time. Maybe a few days. Maybe a couple of weeks. But he always came around eventually. I had my own feelings to process. I had thought that if I could just experience getting fucked by Dad one time, I would be able to die happy. It would be already beyond my wildest dreams, and I would be content if that was the end of it all. But now that I had felt him inside me, the only thing I knew was that I wanted to feel him againÉ and againÉ If anything my desire for him was stronger than ever. We stood under the strong hot jets of water and soaped each other up. It felt nice and reassuring to feel his hands on my skin. Eventually his hands were on my butt, caressing the firm round globes. Then his soapy middle finger slipped into my butt crack and gently massaged my hole. "Did I hurt you?" he finally said, his voice thick, as if he was embarrassed. "No, not at all," I lied. My butt did feel sore from the pounding I got from his hard cock. "It felt wonderful." That wasn't a lie. I reached down and gently took hold of his soft penis. Timidly I asked: "WasÉ was IÉ alright?" Dad didn't answer for a long time. He looked into my eyes, as if he didn't know what to say, or whether he should say it. Finally, with some emotion, he said: "You were perfect." It made me happy, and relieved, and proud, to hear him say that. As it turned out, it didn't take my father that long to come to terms with this new phase in our relationship. After our shower, he climbed back into his bed, and he lifted the sheets, inviting me to join him. We stayed there and made out for the rest of the morning. And he fucked me a second time. I didn't even have to beg for it. Dad fucked me with as much passion, urgency and skill as the first time. But with even more stamina. It really was perfect. My Dad was perfect. This man gave me everything I wanted and needed, in and out of bed. Why would I want anyone else? Boy I loved this man. I wanted to tell him, but I didn't. Not yet. Maybe he already knew. It seemed we had added a new routine to our Sunday mornings. My only thought was: do I really have to wait till next Sunday?