Celebration

You won't stop cumming today

-Can you see how hard I am, dad?

-I can see it and wonder why, Casper.

I sat on the couch next to him and without a word of warning, I kissed my father’s mouth fondly. He was really surprised then but responded greedily to that first incestuous kiss.

And so there I was sitting next to Sullivan Hara, my father. His father was born in India and there my father had lived till he was ten years old, when they moved to our country. And later he’d started working as an electrician. It was Saturday today and neither he nor I had to work.

I’m Casper Hara, 26 now and I work in the fruit section of a supermarket since I never wanted to study.

We were still kissing and I could notice my father’s boner and it was just then that I took his dick out and started to masturbate him.

-What are you doing, Casper? You’re not to blame for your father’s lust, my son. You shouldn’t be doing this.

-It’s father’s day today –I said gladly masturbating him for the first time and sure that I wouldn’t stop now- and this is my gift. First I will show you how strongly I love you, dad. And you won’t stop cumming today.

-I don’t know what it is that you wanna give me, Casper, but it should be me masturbating you.

-I promise today you’ll also be allowed to do it, but first it has to be me. And the rest of this day, I will make it special for you and that’s why I’ll spend the whole day calling you only Sullivan.

As I kept jacking him off and all the time with my lips on his, I started to think about the events of this week. It had all started on Wednesday. My father was not at home and I was quietly wanking in my room and was on the verge of cumming when I was paralyzed for I had forgotten to shut the door and my father had just returned and I saw him masturbating, somehow hidden in the corridor though not enough, and I saw he was wanking looking at my cock till not cumming, I had to shout at him.

-Dad, what the fuck are you doing?

-Oh, forgive me, Casper –and I even saw him then shooting a first load on the corridor. He went totally red and I told him we should have a coffee now and he should tell me what the hell he had been doing and why.

So we went to have a coffee now. He didn’t dare look at me but I urged him to give me some explanations.

-Well, I’m not gay, Casper. Well, I don’t think I am. I’ll try to explain myself. I was strolling one day near the lake when suddenly I stopped short for you came out of the water just then and were buck naked.

-I always swim naked.

-I soon knew that. And shortly after you were lying on a towel you had brought I saw you masturbating and I don’t know what came to me then for I’d never had that need before but suddenly I had to find a place to hide and wank looking at your masturbation. And watching for the first time how you came, staining your chest before having a new naked swim made me cum looking at you for the first time. And…

-And…? Tell me everything.

-And on summer days I got the habit of stealthily walking to the lake with the desire to see you naked again and masturbating one more time. Oh, forgive me, Casper but it soon became an obsession and I had to spy your naked swimming and your masturbations and later wank over you privately at home too. I know you’ll never forgive me now and I still don’t feel gay. It’s just that wanking looking at you or wanking thinking about you at nights has become and increasing need for me. And I have even thought that it would even be easy for me to suck your cock or to have it up my ass, now you know and must hate me knowing how pervert I am.

-Dad, I promise I love you. We’ve always been friends. Just let me think about it, please. I’m not angry at you. I just need to think but everybody masturbates thinking about something funny for them and if it’s my body that you need to think about, well, you can go on as far as I never see you. And please, so far don’t talk to me about this.

So that’s how everything had started. The next days, I saw him shy, always blushing, terrified that he could have lost a son that had always been his best friend. Now I started talking to my father, or to Sullivan, as I called him now.

-From that Wednesday afternoon, you’ve always been shy before me, always blushing and I was sorry you could be thinking now I didn’t love you as much as I’ve always loved you. So all I could do was kissing your cheek and tell you.

-I love you, dad, I always will. I just have to assimilate what you’ve told me, that’s all. It’s not easy for a son to know his own father wanks over him, but thinking it twice, it has no importance. You can go on doing it as far as I don’t see you.

-Something similar I used to tell you and always kissing your cheek, but today I’ll kiss your mouth and many times. And don’t worry: this is only my first masturbation but there will be more.

-So that night in bed, I noticed I was hard but I didn’t want to jerk myself off for I knew that if I did, it had to be thinking of what my father had told me.

-On Thursday I saw that unless I masturbated that night in bed, I would end up creaming my pants and I wanked imagining I was jacking off before you and you were praising me. The arousing thought came to me that I would like to be a show-off for you. I could even take everything off and just have fun watching you playing with your cock. It would be funny for you and also for me. We would simply start now a new friendship, with some sexual fun with each other. So it was an arousing thought and I kept on wanking thinking of just that yesterday night. But I don’t know why but something was wrong. I’m sure you would certainly enjoy if I became an exhibitionist now and being allowed to wank in my presence looking at me. That’s a hot thought to masturbate but I didn’t quite like this idea –my father’s dick was close to cumming for the first time, but I’m sure now that he needed to hear all I had to tell him first.

-This morning I went to the lake again. Of course I swam naked and later got out and rubbed one out. And in that moment I lost my fear that you could be watching me.

-I haven’t gone to the lake today, Casper.

-So thinking you were watching me, I started clearly masturbating thinking of your pleasure and those two words showed me what was wrong, the words “your pleasure”. I beat my meat thinking I could not just be a selfish exhibitionist. That would give you fun but I had to show you my total affection and my desire to congratulate you for your lust for me. It had to be me who did something for your dick and I thought: would it be so terrible? Maybe it would be with any other dick but the thought of you being my father made it kinky enough to try. Besides it’s father’s day today and I have bought no present. Just then I shot a load on the lake shore thinking the present would be what I am doing: giving sex to my father. I love you, dad. Just be yourself and never worry about your feelings.

-Hope you never repent of what you’re doing, Casper, especially now, for you’ve been so sweet that I have to cum. Now you’ll see your own father cumming because you’ve jacked me off. I cannot hold it, ahhhggg!

And finally for the first time Sullivan Hara came on my hand. And now I had to be fast to speak again.

-This has only been the first dish of your fun today. See, dad? Now I can do it. I mean that now I can be a show-off for you, cause I’ve just been playing with your dick and made it cum. Now I’m gonna stand up and deliberately take everything off for your fun, and if you happen to like it, I’ll be the whole day totally nude. And no, don’t hide your dick. Beat off as much as you want now.

And then I stood up and seeing my father already wanking looking at me and telling me I was a really handsome boy, I became ready to strip for him.

Freedom can move your life and it can be seen even in the hardest conditions, together with love and friendship, happiness and beauty. Have a look at the life of eight beggars who live together at: https://luces-delatierra.blogspot.com/ or in English at: https://lightsoftheearth.blogspot.com/