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This is a story I wrote. I hope people enjoy it. It's not true but I wish it was.
The summer of love with dad.
Part 1: Although we had some passing resemblance, my dad and I could not have been more different. I preferred T-shirts and Jeans while he was most comfortable with in dress shirts and linen pants. And dress shoes with silky dress socks over his masculine largish feet. I was sloppy he was a neat freak. I was laid back. Liberal. He was uptight. Conservative. Even our cocks were different. Mine: average sized cut. Dad’s: Jumbo size uncut with lots and lots of foreskin.
Now the news that he was coming to stay with me. All summer. He and mom are having difficulties and want time apart. So he would be spending the summer at my house. I was ambivalent, to say the least. In the past we had monumental fights. But there was something else. I was single for the first time in a while. The idea of dad walking around my house in his underwear made my cock feel warm and tingly but also guilty for feeling that way. Much as I tried to suppress the urges I wanted to make love to my dad. I wanted to do everything with him. Every position. What if he felt the same way? What was his breakup with mom about I wondered (they had been hush hush about it). Why did he want to stay with me?
My dad and I always had a volatile and sometimes hostile relationship. But I always felt there was something that underlied the volatility of our relationship. The volatility was masking something. Desire and suppressed longing? And I suspected that I wasn’t the only one in the relationship who was suppressing his desire. “Ah, it’s just your wild imagination” the voice in my head said. But I was determined, one way or another to find out if it was really just my imagination. Dad was coming tomorrow. I jerked off that night thinking about peeling Dad’s silky dress socks off of his legs and then licking his feet. Lick.lick
I don’t know what got into me but I was in a daring mood. When I picked dad up at the airport I wanted to give an indication that I was ready to confront the unresolved issues between us. As soon as I saw him I felt desire well up in my body. He was impeccably dressed as usual in his comfort gear: Linen slacks, dress shirt, nice shoes. I thought about the hairy legs underneath his linen slacks. Hairy chest underneath the shirt. Silky dress socks over his masculine feet. I wanted him. So fucking badly. So when dad kissed my cheek I turned my head and briefly kissed his lips. I immediately felt regret and emarasment. What an idiot. What was I thinking? He looked momentarily stunned and I expected him to pull away. But he didn’t. Instead he hugged me tightly and put his lips on mine. This was what I had hoped would happen but I wasn't expecting it. And then in the middle of the airport I felt my dad’s tongue enter my mouth. My heart was racing a mile a minute and I felt dizzy. I could feel the blood surging in my veins. He pulled away and we gazed at each other, both surprised at the turn of events and not knowing quite what to say. Finally I broke the silence: “It’s so good to see you dad”.
We walked to my car and dad had his arm around me the entire time. Once we got into the car, dad kissed me again. On the lips. I put my hand around his head and pushed my mouth into his. Lucky for us the parking lot was deserted. “I love you son” “I love you dad”
During the drive home dad caressed my leg. He told me he and mom were divorcing. He said he didn’t know what he wanted to do with his life next but he knew that right now he needed me. “Dad, I need you too. And I will do anything you want”
As soon as we locked the door behind us when we got home, dad and I instantly embraced and resumed our makeout session. We were two people but we moved together in synchrony like a pulsating moaning primal organism. We hugged so tightly it hurt. Dad’s tongue was deep in my mouth and I was determined to keep it there. He tried taking it out but I parted his lips and sucked it deeper. Dad reacted by plunging it deeper into my mouth. “Oh dad”. We stumbled our way to my bedroom and clothes started flying off. Dad took off his pants to reveal silk boxers. I buried my face in the silkiness and inhaled the aroma of his groin. “Oh dad” He smelled raw, primal. I pulled down his boxers and there it was: Dad’s giant penis. Rock hard and pulsating. Oodles of foreskin. “OOOOOOOOOOOh DAD!” I buried my nose in his dark pubes and inhaled their wonderful pungent scent. Dad was stronger smelling than other guys I had been with but that was more than ok with me. The smell of his crotch was absolutely intoxicating. I started kissing dad’s penis and balls uncontrollably. This was the same hard penis that squirted me into existence so many years ago. This was the same penis I jerked off to thinking about nearly every night. Oh dad! I quickly sucked dad’s pecker into my mouth and massaged it with my tongue. Dad moaned in ecstasy as I proceeded to give him undoubtedly the most enthusiastic and meticulous blowjob of his life. My mouth soon became thick with precome and smegma. Oh, dad! I moaned as I sucked dad’s warm pulsating juicy penis. I needed to feel him explode in my mouth. I put one hand around his shaft and focused on rubbing my tongue on the base of his cockhead and into his luscious silky foreskin. I could feel his cock swelling. I looked up and saw dads face contorted in pleasure. I pushed my tongue into his shaft and I saw dad suck in air through pursed lips. I loved having this effect on him and continued massaging his cock with my tongue. Dad was moaning my name. His moans were music to my ears. His cock was super hard and engorging even more. He grabbed my head and pushed his cock into my mouth. He moaned my name again an arched his back. I almost choked as dad’s cock filled my mouth with an enormous amount of cum. Oh Dad YES! A decades worth of suppressed desire squirted ferociously into my mouth. With other men I almost always spit out cum. But not this time. Not with dad. No fucking way. I gulped every drop of dad’s semen and felt it’s mucousy texture coat the back of my throat. His cock was still in my mouth and I continued to suck it, to make sure I drank every last drop of his come. At this point I was now jerking my own cock as well. The weird flavor of dad’s come permeated my senses as I sucked his softening but still large cock. It tasted weird but so fucking good. The taste of dad's juices pushed me over the edge and my body convulsed as what felt like gallons of cum squirted and squirted and squirted out of my body. We cleaned up and collapsed into eachothers arms. Exhausted but fulfilled. But this was only the first night. We had a lot of lost time to make up for and many desires still waiting to be filled....
I posted a ton of Josman links a page or two back. They're well written and most have pics (they're drawn but still really hot). Some are in a comic format other are in a story format with one or two pics.
Blowboi
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Re: Father-Son Incest
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I'm not certain this counts, but since it involves a father-son in a sexual experience I thought I'd share. About 3 years ago I hired someone to build a gazebo in the backyard. As it turned out the guy was a walking wet dream, ruggedly good-looking, blond curly hair and a body that could stop a tea-dance in its tracks, not to mention a very well packed bulge in his cut-offs. The entire project took 2 weeks and during that time I got to know him pretty well and he got to know me in return. I'm an accountant and work out of the house, so I was always there and in Florida it wasn't too strange that I'd bring him ice tea a few times a day. It didn't take long for me to learn that he was a widower with a 15-year old son who he absolutely adored and talked about all the time. It also didn't take him long to figure out I was gay and single, and he made it clear that he was very cool with it. By the second week we started sharing a joint or two while I none to subtly (thought I didn't come right out and ask) let him know that I'd probably be up to giving him head. He was great about the hints, he'd chuckle and say it wasn't smart to mix business with pleasure, so I figured the closest I get to his dick was a jack-off fantasy, which I'd already had. Well the project was completed and he came into the house for me to write him the final check. After he'd put it in his wallet we sat there smoking a joint and drinking a beer. He passed me the joint, leaned back in the chair, stretched his body and said "now that our business is finished how about that pleasure you were hinting at?" I nearly choked on the smoke I'd just inhaled, but I didn't need any further coaxing. Before he could change his mind I was on my knees, undoing the buttons of his cut-offs and peeling them and his briefs off. I wasn't disappointed, he had massive balls and a thick, 6 1/2 inches of solid man-meat that stood ramrod straight at attention. For the next 20 minutes I paid homage to that thing enjoying myself as much as he apparently enjoyed himself; he shot one hell of a large, thick load that I gulped right down. He claimed it was the best blow job he'd had in years saying that between work and raising his kid his sex life was pretty much limited to his right hand.
Well from that point on he'd stop by 2 or 3 time a month. He walks in, stretches out on my bed or sits in the chair and we repeat our first time together and then he leaves with a smile on his face and his load in my stomach. I knew he was straight and had no expectation that he'd do anything in return, but that was fine by me. Then yesterday he lingered a little and asked if I had any pot. I rolled a joint and as we smoked he started to hum and haw. I asked him what was up and he kind of blushed and said, "I kinda told my kid about my visits with you." I was shocked and he knew it, I couldn't believe a dad would let his 18-year old son know that he let a gay guy give him head and I said so. He laughed and said, "my kid knows I'm a wild guy and I do all kinds of crazy things, so I don't think it shocked him, the thing is he wants to know if he can maybe come with me next time and get a blow job too?" I'm rarely speechless, but this shut me up. I may have been at a temporary loss for words, but my cock started to expand in my gym shorts. The idea of blowing a father and his son, at the same time no less, was just about the hottest thing I could imagine. I of course agreed and they are coming over tomorrow afternoon. I can't wait, I've beat off at least 6 times thinking about it and it's been less than 24 hours since he asked. I let you know how it turns out
WHAT HAPPENED
I did the same thing to my Dad but I was more brave, I sucked him two different times.
My Dad was passed out from booze so he was in deep sleep....but let me tell you sucking his cock was SO fantastic...I never forget that and YES it tasted so good.
