Carried Away

I knew Dad and I needed to talk about what was going on. In fact I decided today would be the day and as I drove home from my late afternoon class, I rehearsed the conversation, or at least my part of it. We'd go back to being just father and son. If need be, I'd move out. I had a little savings that I could use to move to an apartment, get roommates if needed. I dreaded that talk, but I was 19 and could man up. 

I pulled up to the house, a nice 3 bedroom bungalow in a leafy residential part of town not too far from campus. Dad had done well for himself financially since the divorce. I wasn't even sure what he did exactly, some sort of commodities analyst job that let him work from home half the time, when he wasn't doing business travel. His Audi was in the driveway, so I knew he'd be home. My heart pounded as I bounded up the steps and through the front door.

It was quiet inside, dead quiet. No TV, no music, no sounds of Dad making dinner in the kitchen. I rounded the hallway and looked into the living room. There Dad was, butt naked and sprawled belly down on the couch. Almost sleeping, or at least dormant, playing possum for me. 

Damn, I still couldn't believe how my father had looked after his body. Every single day he put in time at the gym and was careful about what he ate, and it showed. And by now I had his vitals memorized like he was some Grindr trick.... 51 years old, 5'11", 180 pounds of lean muscle, brown eyes, salt and pepper hair mostly silver now. 

Total bottom. 

My dick twitched, then it more than twitched, it firmed up in my shorts. I set down my back pack and took another deep look, seeing if Dad was gonna break the spell. But he just lay there, relaxed, waiting for me. 

This was a first for us. Dad and I always did it in the privacy of a bedroom, blinds closed tight. This was incest and we knew there was a risk with it. But here it was broad daylight in the late spring sun, and while the house was reasonably private, Dad lay in front of big open windows. 

The risk turned me on, though. I pulled off my sweatshirt and with it my T-shirt. I almost wished Dad would look up at me. Even if I didn't match his meaty muscle, I had a pretty good body I'd been working on lately, and I always got off on my father's attraction to it. 

I tossed the clothing on a chair and kicked off my shoes. I gripped my boner to prime the pump, not that I needed to, then slipped off my shorts and briefs. I walked hardon first toward that couch. 

Dad finally stirred as I got onto the spare spot at the end of the couch, running my hands up those knotted calves and hamstrings. My father was the right amount of hairy, soft short fur along those legs, leading up to a shaved ass and a back that my old man kept waxed smooth. I massaged his middle-aged stud body some more, thinking about how jealous I was the couple of times Dad started dating around and playing the field some. 

I leaned in, giving soft kisses up the back of his hamstrings that made him squirm and flex involuntarily for me. He let out a soft moan. This was the weird role reversal for us. Dad liked hard charging sex, sowing his oats and making up for lost time from the years he was married faithfully to Mom. I was the one who introduced him to the thrill of sensual, slow sex with another man. Though some of Dad's naughty horniness was rubbing off on me, I had to admit.

I started licking the leg fur, altnerating legs and working my way up to Dad's trench. He kept that shaved smooth, too. One of these days, I'd have to get him to let the fur grow out around his hole, just to see what that was like. 

My body shivered as I remembered I'd intended to have a conversation with the man, to tell him there wouldn't be "one of these days" ahead for us. Sensing my hesitation, or maybe just feeling horny, Dad hiked his buns up to my face. Begging to be eaten out. 

I shoved every rational thought deep into my brain, where I'd never find it again. And I dove in. I flitted my tongue, getting an honest-to-god gasp from my father. He called my rim jobs pure torture, which just made me go even more gradual and licking then eating out that paternal asshole.

My fingers gently massaged those smooth dad cheeks as I licked around, one side of his trench then the other, circling around the rosebud. When we first started fooling around, I didn't like the idea of rimming and only tried it to make Dad happy. Turns out I was as into it was he was, maybe even more so. 

I pried the buns apart and now stabbed the tip of my tongue against his pucker, repeatedly. We were now in full analingus connection, and if anyone were by the back window they'd see us. That idea thrilled me for some reason, and I imagined doing this to Dad in some public place. Eating out my father on a beach or in a forest or something.

I kept waiting for Dad to beg, to ask me to just fuck him. But he only let out soft, deep groans, those sex sounds I'd come to love because a son should never hear them first hand from his father. 

So I kept munching, going deeper. Dad always cleaned himself out well and I knew that's what he'd done in advance of me coming home today. So I took advantage of that squeaky clean dad hole to lick inside. I have a long tongue, and it was driving Dad wild now. He humped the couch, or maybe was bucking up against my invading tongue. Either way, we were both getting carried away. 

I couldn't take any more. I leaned up and grunted in a hurried voice that said I could barely form words at that moment. "Lube!"

Dad reached down where he'd placed a tube on the floor next to the couch. My father had gotten some new stuff a couple weeks ago, and it was incredible. So slick I sometimes felt I could almost could come from the silky wetness on my cock. The extra lubrication meant less friction, which took me longer to cum, but that was a bonus. I slathered on a good amount now and crawled onto Dad's gym-perfect body.

He reached behind him to help guide me to his hole. This is where I wish I had more experience, but I found his entrance with Dad's help.

I used the leverage of my position on top of him to push past the ring. Even if I wasn't a master top, I now knew Dad's spots of resistance and how to overcome them. The only struggle now was that his clenching guts were almost milking my rigid son cock. I was hung pretty thick, kind of like Dad, and feeling the act of him accommodating my girth was always one of the best parts of the fuck. 

I was positioned directly over him now though used my arms to hold me a little above his back. Dad's favorite position was missionary, but more than anything the man craved sexual variety, and he knew fucking in this position got me off the best. 

I leaned down and kissed the back of his neck, feeling his guts unclench now and let me all the way in. It was exquisitely hot and tight. Maybe it was because I was a full-blooded gay dude, but I didn't know how anyone didn't love fucking ass. I gave it a second and pulled back my hips. Then shoved in. Not rough, exactly, but I'd learned Dad loved an athletic fuck. I was gonna give him one.

"Fuck your father, Jake," Dad growled. It was his first words to me since I'd walked in through the door. They sent a jolt right to my balls, and my hips responded with another hard jab into his guts.

This was new for us, too. Talking during sex. "You like your son's dick, Dad?"

Dad nodded, and I got off on the way his silver hair caught the early evening light. I couldn't wait for him to be completely gray, in a couple of years. 

"I love it. Taking my boy's big fat cock. Getting fucked by my only son."

God, Dad was gonna drive me wild. I felt my dick spurt some precum into his ass, but somehow I didn't nut, not fully. I'd thank the lube for that, because my hips were a fast blur now. I was unable to think, I just wanted to maximize the sensation on my prick. 

"My father the horndog," I growled, now resting my young smoother, muscular body on his back as I rutted.

"For you, kiddo."

"God, Dad," I hissed. Everything about this felt amazing. Physically, psychologically, emotionally. My hips pumped harder.

"Want you to nail me all night with that fat son dick," Dad said. It was wild to hear a voice so familiar in sex-talk mode. He kind of humped back against me but mostly braced his meaty body to take what I was giving.

"Don't tempt me, Dad. Cause I fucking will. Three, four times tonight... get it up again and just fuck you."

"God yeah!" I wouldn't call my dad a slut or anything but in the middle of sex he'd get VERY bottom-y in a way that drove me crazy.

"Your bedroom or mine?" I hissed. This was another transgression for us... for all that had gone on the last year, we'd never actually slept overnight in the same bed. It was kind of an unspoken rule between us.

"OH SHIT!" Dad was coming now, hands free as my cock pounded his prostate and my words went to that forbidden sex zone of his brain.

I was three seconds behind him. I wasn't a loud cummer like Dad, but I held on tight and pounded with slower yet hard thursts as I spurted deep and heavy in his bowels. 

I kind of collapsed onto my father's body, hoping I wasn't too much weight on him, but he just smiled and let out a soft coo. Dad, it turns out, liked this part of sex, too. 

"Mmmm, kiddo.... you always gave me the best sex of my life."

I blushed. Part of me wondered where Mom fit in that, but the egotistical part of me was glad I was top dog in Dad's sexual history. I gave a slow gentle humping against his meaty ass, working my still turgid prick in and out of his cummy hole. "You serious about trying a marathon session?" I asked, maybe a little greedy. "Or was that just you getting carried away?"

Dad twisted his head some and I knew what he was looking for. I met him in a soft kiss. Not the perfect angle for one, but it's always amazing kissing your own father. Our tongued battled playfully before we parted. 

"I wanna try it," my father said thoughtfully. "How often can you go in one night?" he asked. 

I leaned up and then slowly pulled out my dick. I didn't want to really but figured if we were gonna fuck again, the old man could use a break. I scooted next to him, face to face, our bodies barely fitting on that couch. "Four probably," I replied. "My record might be 5 cums in 24 hours but I was really horned up then." 

Dad grinned and reached down to cup my softening but full and meaty cock. "I'd say you were pretty horny just now. We'll go for five, kiddo," he winked. 

We kissed again, softly. I wanted some romantic make out now that we'd had the hard charging sex. Thankfully, Dad was on the same wavelength. We kissed slowly, forever, as the sun started setting. 

"You hungry, son?" Dad finally asked as I could still make out his handsome features in the dusky light. 

"Starving," I said.

Dad's strong arms were around me and he patted the top part of my muscular bubble ass. "Let's see what we can wrestle up in the kitchen. Gotta keep my sex machine fueled up," he joked. 

I laughed and extricated myself from his embrace the best I could without falling off the couch. Our bodies were slick and smelled like sex. It was wonderful. 

Dad pulled out some leftovers from the fridge and I decided I loved this part of us, too. The domestic life, almost like a fucking couple. I loved having a simple microwaved meal with Dad, sitting naked at the breakfast island in Dad's kitchen. We finished our meal and enjoyed a beer, almost staring googly eyes at each other during lulls in the conversation. 

"Dad... I've been thinking," I started. I knew this was 180 degrees from the heart-to-heart I'd been planning to have. But that was before the sex we'd just had, before the physical connection that always spilled over into something else. 

"Yeah kiddo?" he prompted with that sexy grin of his.

Here goes. "What do you think of me moving some of my stuff into your bedroom. Like, sleeping there regularly?"

Dad got a softly serious expression on his face and I expected him to say that wasn't appropriate. Instead, he answered quietly. "I've been thinking about that, too, son. A lot." He looked into my eyes with a nervous smile. "I guess I was worried you'd think it was too much."

For all the emotional part of our talk, I was getting hard again. The taboo of our mating was supercharging my libido, and I worried I was letting my dick think for me. 

"It probably is," I answered truthfully. But I flashed Dad a grin. "But I want 'too much' when it comes to you, Dad."

He blushed. "Shit, son. I'm hard again," he admitted softly.

"I've been hard this whole time," I said, pushing back my chair so Dad could see my erection. 

His eyes widened as he took in the sight. "I love your dick, Jake."

"Just my dick?" I taunted. I regretted saying it immediately, but couldn't take it back.

He looked up at me like a deer in the headlights. "Fuck... I was gonna call things off today," he said, his voice normal and steady. "I think I wanted one last fuck, you know... something to remember."

"Damn, Dad," I said. I shook my head. "I was pretty much thinking the same exact thing."

Dad sighed. "You think we should call things off?"

I shook my head. "Follow me." I stood up, dick hard and now enjoyed the sweep of Dad's eyes over my fit, muscular 19 year old body. This is the look I'd missed earlier, but it was even better now. 

My father was a few paces behind as I walked down the hall to my room. I pulled open a drawer and pulled out a stack of T-shirts and another to pull out some shorts and underwear. Dad watched with a big smile. Knowing what I was doing. 

I handed him some of the clothes. "Think you could carry these?"

This was crazy and crazy hot. We walked across the hall to his bedroom, the master bedroom. Dad had a walk in closet where we placed my clothes. 

"We'll arrange these tomorrow," Dad said. "I'll make plenty of room for your stuff." Then he looked up at me. "You sure this is what you want, Jake?" God he was so handsome with his DILF bod and his silvery hair and beard. I nodded, hands on my hips, cock jutting. "Sure, I'm sure, Dad," I answered, feeling a new excitement sweep over me. "I love you."

His eyes watered a little and I could see his chest rise and fall with his deep breath. "Love you, too, kiddo. So much."

Our kiss was magical. We made out softly, as I walked him back to his bed. Our bed now. 

And there, we took our time with plenty of foreplay, but we had our second fuck, face to face this time, me slowly screwing him, son inside father, celebrating our new bond.