Loving Dad

This new story isn't my usual love story,  while there is is a love story told here, the readers should know that the main theme of this story is familial incest.  If that content bothers any of you please click out and try one of the many other stories on Gay demon.

When I was only two years old my Mom left me and my my Dad and ran away with a man she worked with, deserting both of us.  Not surprisingly, I developed a fear of being deserted and left alone.  My Dad stepped up and sacrificed any personal life he might have had to raise and take care of me, his two year old son.

The only times that Dad got a break were when either of my Grandmothers came to take care of me while Dad had to tend to his job.  My grandmothers were great, always preparing food that they left on the back porch for us during the week. Both grandmothers pitched in and helped us.  Dads ex-Mother-in-Law, As I grew older I was certain that my Granny Sue felt compelled to help both Evan and I, she was ashamed and remorseful about what here daughter leaving Dad and me.

With lots of help, I somehow managed to grow into a good person and I grew up absolutely worshiping my   Dad.  

Dad is only 17 years older than me and he's made certain that I grew into a decent person.  When I started college last fall it was the first time that I had been separated from Dad for any extended period of time.  I called him every day those first few weeks away from him. With the University 120 miles away we talked a lot on our cell phones.  I was looking forward to the up coming semester break so I could spend some time with  Dad.

I had been home two days into the semester break when Dad fell from a ladder as he cleaned out the gutters on our house.  From the way Dad was acting I knew that this was very bad.  Against his protests I called for 911 for help.

After about three hours of anxiously waiting in the ER, a Doctor came out and told me that Dad fractured his left hip in the fall and pins were inserted to keep the fractured hip pinned together to heal, which could possibly take a long time to heal.  Dad was kept overnight and released to return home around 1:00 PM the following day.  I spent the night in his hospital room on one of those chairs that folds out into a single bed,

Drew, our next door neighbor and Dad's best bud was at the ER me and between the two of us we couldn't get Dad into either of the cars we had there.  The twenty pound plaster cast on Dad's leg kept us from fitting him into Dad's or Drew's truck.  

Finally I gave up and called for an ambulance to take Dad home.  Thankfully, Dad's master bedroom is on the main floor, we couldn't have managed to get him upstairs to my old room because of the steps and turns to my room above the garage.

For the first two days Dad was heavily sedated to ease his pain and prevent further injury by trying to get up and about.

Pain killers kept him well sedated and I had to wake him every two hours to be sure that he was progressing as planned.  Then on the third day, the pain killers wore off and Dad started screaming with each move his body made.  Just getting into a sitting position to eat was almost impossible because of the pain at his hip.

In the end, I was hurting almost as much as Dad.  I couldn't bear to hear the agony when he tried to sit. I made fruit and yogurt smoothies that he could drink with a straw without changing his position on the bed.  

For the first week we used a bed pan and Dad was so embarrassed he could hardly look at me.

Dad is slim, 35 years old, very good looking and with green eyes like me. Before his accident he couldn't go shopping without the ladies following his every move. Telling them that he has an 18 year old age son didn't deter them one little bit.  At first I felt pangs of jealousy fearful that they would lure his attention away from me.  

Taking care of my Dad was my primary priority.

Not being able to take a proper shower was driving Dad nuts!  Finally we came up with the idea of taping a plastic Dry Cleaners bag from his groin to his ankle.  It worked better than I had hoped.

I stripped and helped Dad into the shower stall, I was there to hold him while he washed the parts he could reach.  I did his back and looked down to his perfect little butt.  I was terrified of touching him there but I knew I had to get him clean. With my very soapy hands I gently pushed into the crevice splitting his perfect butt.   I popped an immediate boner as my fingers slid over and around his anus.  Emboldened by touching him there I eased the tip of one finger firmly against his pucker.

Dad leaned against me, his head thrown back onto my shoulder and sighed as he gently pushed back against the finger at his anus.  Dad's breathing became ragged and I saw his substantial cock rising to stand erect and aimed directly at my chest.  It was my time to groan now.  

I had crazy, mad man thoughts of getting on my knees and sucking Dad's cock to orgasm.  I wanted him like I've never, ever wanted anything before.  

I've had gay sex at college, and I've even been in a couple of three ways at the Frat House, but nothing ever lit my fire like seeing my Dad's cock, hard and ready for action.

My finger slipped of his hole and I soaped his chest and nips next, making him moan again.  My soapy hands  were all over his torso, from nipples to the neatly trimmed pubic bush just above his big, hard cock.  Completely unbidden, I felt an orgasm rising from my scrotum, I quickly turned a bit as my cum splashed against the shower stall wall.  I hoped that my Dad didn't see what I had done.

Once he was out of the shower and braced against the bathroom door I dried him off, giving him the towel to dry his private parts that I so desperately wanted to fondle myself.  His erection was almost gone with the exception of an occasional little jump as his cock returned to its flaccid state.

Drew, our next door neighbor, helped me raise Dad's bed on those risers that the Big Box Hardware stores sell.  The extra six inches of mattress height made it much easier for Dad get on and off  of the bed much,  easier than what we had before.

Dad was tired from the shower ordeal and he went to sleep around 9:00 PM. I went to the family room and tried to watched a football game but my mind kept coming back to me getting my nut just looking at myDad's hard cock.

I went to check on Dad who was snoring quite loudly when I went to his room. Seeing that he was into deep sleep, I dimmed the lights and crawled onto the opposite side of the king sized bed.  I was asleep in a couple of minutes myself.

I woke around 3AM spooned to Dad's back, my hand in his shorts slowly jacking his hard and leaking cock, my own hard cock was poking at Dad's cute little butt.  I was terrified and started to turn away when Dad grabbed my hand.

“It's okay Evan, it's okay...don't move away...I like you touching, and I like what you're doing with your hand in my shorts. I can't remember the last time anyone touched me like that.  I miss being touched.  I don't want this to be a problem between us Evan, if it weirds you out just say so.

Touched by  Dad's words I snuggled closer and whispered in his son's ear...

“I love holding you like this Dad.”

 “I love you son, more than you could possibly imagine.”

“I know it's supposed to be wrong Dad, but how can it be wrong when I love you so much.”

“The only way we can love each other this way is to never, ever let anyone know.  The love I have for you can never be wrong. It can't be.  We love each other too much, it can't be wrong.”

I spooned closer to Dad, my arm across his chest pulling him closer to me, I moved my hand to gently hold dad's cock again.

“Dad, there is something I want to do.  Just be still, let me love you.”

I got out of bed and walked around to where Dad was laying on his back, I pulled away the sheet covering him and eased his shorts from his good leg.  Looking into his eyes I took his cock, opened my lips and took his cock deep into my throat.

Dad cried out...

EVAN! Ohmigod! I love you son, I love you!

I took my time, going slowly, savoring the taste of him, inhaling his smell.  Making love to my father with him eager to do it.  

It's been more than four months now since the accident.  Dad has recuperated quickly and is walking about with his crutch by himself. Tomorrow is a big day for us.  Dad's leg cast comes off!

Dad asked his Doctor when he could start sexual activity and was told that everything was possible with

moderation.

That night when Dad came out of the bathroom he walked to my side of the bed, jerked away the top sheets, pulled me up to a sitting position and kissed me deeply with his tongue down my throat. When I came up for air, he grabbed my cock, pushed me back onto the bed and began gently jerking me off.  With my cock still in his hand, the looked up into my eyes and eased my cock deep into his throat.'

“OHMIGOD! DAD!  I LOVE YOU!  Take me, make me cum, my Dad.

There is something that I need for you to do Dad, want you inside me, I'm yours, you are mine.  I want you in me, Please, Dad, put your cock in me, fuck me Dad, ride my butt, show me how much you love me.  Fuck me Dad, love me like I've always loved you.the second

Since Dad's accident he has be telecommuting while his hip heals.  With me due to start another semester of college dad decided to rent our home and he found an apartment two blocks from the college that he and I shared.  This arrangement lasted through the four years I was in college,  we moved back to our home and settled in together.  Evans job required him to be out of town at least ten days each month.  The travel became an adventure and we truly enjoyed exploring sights and new cities.

We are still together, I can't imagine any sort of a life without my Dad by my side.

The end