A thief father

Chapter 1

I discover i have a father.

As every night, I was quietly having fun in bed totally nude and using a dildo up my ass. Even if I’m not gay nor have I ever had sex with a boy, the thing I really like in sex is giving fun to my own ass. And there I was, again naked in bed feeling fire in my hole with a dildo I was using.

After half an hour of extreme pleasure, I took out the dildo and started pushing my whole fist in; I love fisting myself and long it is since it does not hurt me at all.

I was frantically enjoying my anal fun when I thought I heard a noise as if somebody had stumbled with the living room table, but I lived on my own now and didn’t think anybody might have entered.

But suddenly I was frightened, though I didn’t stop fisting myself, as if I needed to go on experiencing fun in my ass to scare off my fears. But I saw a totally unknown man, guess it was a man, covered in a ski mask, his face totally hidden.

-Oh, who are you? And what are you doing in my bedroom? -I asked still pushing my fist in my rectum.

-Forgive me, I’ve entered with the aim to steal but I won’t take anything, not now that I’m seeing you.

-I can’t see your face, sir, but I think you’re looking at me in a shock. Only natural, cause I’m totally nude and fisting myself.

-No, that cannot shock me. Of course this is your house and you can have any fun you like, more if you’re gay.

-I’m not gay, sir. It’s just that experiencing fun in my ass is better than any sex with girls I’ve ever had so far. But something is making you shocked, sir.

-Well, I’m a bit shocked but for a totally different reason, not because of the sex you’re having with yourself. Let me ask you and forgive me the question: your name’s Blake Chadwick, isn’t it?

-Yes sir, how d’you know that? Do you know me?

-And you’re Marilyn Chadwick’s son, isn’t it?

-She was my mother, she was, but she died one year ago. Can you please explain to me, sir, how you know all those things about me? -I never stopped fisting myself all the time I was talking with that “good” thief.

-Your mother told you that your father had died in a car accident.

-Yes sir -I told him now with some fears, intuiting what he could tell me now.

-You never knew your father cause Marilyn thought it would be better that you knew nothing about him for he was constantly in and out of jail. But knowing she was close to dying, she visited your father in jail and informed him that he’d had a son years ago and even gave him a pic of you. Of course, she gave you her surname. That’s why I know all that, Blake. I’m your father. Marilyn gave me your address, of course, but I have it in a jacket pocket and forgot it, for I had to think first whether I should come and visit you and introduce myself. But I’ve come here tonight with the aim to steal and didn’t know it was my son’s house, believe me.

I was shocked knowing a father I had always thought was dead, was alive and was a thief who was now in my bedroom. He removed his ski mask then and finally I could see a really attractive man of about 45, I calculated, beardless and with magnetic green eyes. In fact his face reminded me at once of my face whenever I had looked at it in the mirror.

-I will introduce myself, Blake, hope you let me call you Blake…

-Of course you can -I still couldn’t call him dad.

-Well, my name is Rocco Landers. I have no job for I’ve always been a thief.

-I’m the boss of an office which provides medical tools. I’m 23, how old are you, Rocco? Forgive me, but so far I can only call you Rocco.

-Of course you can’t call me dad. And anyhow Rocco sounds better than sir. Well, I’m 44. Marilyn Chadwick and I had an affair for some months, nothing serious, but I’m glad I have a son, even if I will understand that you don’t wanna see me again.

-I understand now that my name should have been Blake Landers. Please Rocco, all the time we’ve been talking, I had been naked and during the conversation you’ve constantly seen my hand entering my asshole and you have reproached me nothing, so I think I have your respect, something unusual in a parent, more in a father I have just known

-Of course I totally respect you, Blake. I like knowing I have a son, free enough to enjoy his ass not being gay, so ok, I’d like to get to know you, my son, and if you don’t want me to go, I’ll stay a bit more in the hope we can know each other better for after all we’re a father and his son. And you can still talk to me being naked and fisting yourself. If I haven’t got shocked so far, I won’t get shocked now, so have fun, my son.

It was moving to hear that man, Rocco Landers, calling me my son. I wanted, I really wanted, to soon be prepared to call him dad, but so far I kept on fisting myself, as if my fist were the dummy a baby needs to feel secure and protected.

-I know this is unorthodox, Rocco, for I’m still fisting myself before a father I have just known, but well, when you entered, I was first shocked to see a thief in my bedroom, of course, and later I was moved knowing I have a father after all, and in both cases, I need to insert my hand in my ass as if that gave me some security. You won’t understand me, dad.

He started crying his eyes out just then.

-Oh, Blake, you’ve called me dad right now -his eyes were rivers then- and it’s so moving. I don’t know how our relation would be after now for after all, I’m a thief and maybe you will not like to know anything about me after tonight. But at least you can be sure you have my respect for everything you are, so ok, you can keep on having anal fun before me. Just let me ask you. You said you’re not gay and I have no reason to question your words, but when did you discover you like having fun in your ass?

My fist never stopped in my ass as I was trying to explain myself.

-It was years ago that watching porn, I discovered I liked having things up my ass. First it was only my fingers till I ended up buying dildos and one day I saw a boy in porn who was fisting himself and I wanted to try. I discovered that day that fisting myself is something I love. Nevertheless, I’ve always kept on having sex with girls but one day…

-Tell me, Blake.

-Well, one night I was having a drink with some gay friends of mine. They were clad in camouflage clothing and told me they were heading to a gay bar called The Dungeon. Well, I felt lonesome that night and told them I could accompany them to the bar and have a drink inside. But they told me they have a strict dress code and they would never let me in unless I entered buck naked. So I decided I’d go with them and remove everything. And that very night I knew The Dungeon.

-And what did you feel? Did you discover you like boys after all? Well, if you want to tell me.

-Well, dad -I felt comfortable now calling him dad-, the bar has many things but I will only tell you there’s a room for fist fucking and that first night I saw a boy being fisted and it was such a great show to see the fun in that boy’s eyes that secretly I took the decision of entering The Dungeon alone one night and try being fisted by a boy. Why not? Even if I don’t like boys, I had already fisted myself and I wanted a different fist up my ass, if that was all I did with a boy.

-And you were fisted, isn’t it?

-It was a week later that I took courage and entered the bar. I approached the fist fucking room with no clothes, sat on the hammock and soon a man of about 40 came and started fisting me. At the same time, he kissed my mouth. Well, nothing to object. I was getting what I wanted: being fisted. And I instantly knew I should come to The Dungeon many more nights. And well, a month later…

-I can see in your eyes, my son, that you wanna tell me now something probably embarrassing, but you can speak calmly with me.

-Well, a month later I had the best fisting experience of my life. It was a bald young boy, probably about 25 years old, and still don’t know how he did that, but I was fisted for longer than an hour and a half and he made me shoot four loads in a single experience. Finally, not telling me anything beforehand, he started fucking me…

-So you’ve also been fucked, good, I respect you, Blake, and you can go on.

-Even if he’d not asked me anything previously, it was not rape of course. He’d given me earlier the fun of my life and I said to myself he really deserved the fun he was having now, the gift of my ass. Never been fucked before but it did not hurt me. And what did I feel? Well, the sensation of a dick in an ass so used to have some things inside as mine was even good. I can say that I even enjoyed. But I haven’t been fucked more times. I might like having a dick in my ass, might even like having a boy’s lips in mine, but still I don’t like boys and I wouldn’t like things like giving them blowjobs or going to bed with them. And I don’t think I can ever fall in love with a boy.

-But you needn’t be in love. You can just enjoy the sex you know you like with them: being fisted and being fucked. I know we’ve known each other tonight, Blake and of course I’m not telling you that you should admit you’re gay or bisexual. I just tell you not to reject any sexual fun you like and you can be fisted many more times. Look, Blake, I’ll be sincere now. I have fisted a jail mate called Marlon.

-So you’ve fisted a boy, dad. Would you consider awkward if I ask you…?

-Come on, Blake, be easy with me.

-But we’re a father and a son, though we have known each other today. But I’m an anal freak, would you… well, I will ask you… would you please fist me?

-I totally respect this young brave boy I have known today and it’s true as I’ve told you that I’ve already done it. So it could be just a way of showing you that now you have a father who loves you the way you are. Ok, I’ll fist you.

-Dad, no girl has ever fisted me so far and whenever a boy has done it, he was naked. And I’m naked. Would you think wrong of me if I first ask you to strip completely? You’ll be more comfortable with nothing on.

-Ok, I compromise, Blake, I’ll take it all off.