“Mom, dad, I'm gay!”
Those simple words made a deep impact. Mom went hysterical and couldn't stop crying: “What did I do wrong? Why are you doing this to us?”.
Dad just sat silent without looking at me and didn't say a word.
Maybe my timing was wrong, Sunday morning right after church. But as a matter of fact it was pastor Oaks' sermon that had triggered my confession. It was one of those predictable monologues about life choices and how the power of prayer could help us distinguish right from wrong. As usual my mind had drifted and I picked up only bits of his lecture, but when I heard the pastor argue how being gay was a ‘choice’ that required prayer he had me shuffle uncomfortably in my seat.
So when dad asked me jokingly over coffee whether I had already made a ‘choice’ for any particular girl I took a deep breath and dropped my little bomb.
Done was done and I could only wait and see what would happen next. Still, I felt relieved and empowered now that load had been lifted off my chest.
When after ten minutes mom still hadn’t stopped crying and dad just sat there staring at his hands I decided it was best to leave them alone and go to my room.
I threw myself on my bed and contemplated the situation. Chances were things could become very awkward as sexuality in general was never discussed in our household, let alone the unmentionable kind.
But maybe it would just take some time to sink in and the whole subject would never be mentioned again, which was the usual way of dealing with uncomfortable truths in our family.
Downstairs the sobbing continued and assuming this would take some time I shed my uncomfortable church clothes and crawled into bed in my underwear, pulling up the cover over my head so I didn’t have to listen to mom’s outcries of incomprehension.
After fifteen minutes or so I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I recognised them as dad's firm pace, but slower and more hesitant than usual. Apparently mom had sent him up for a father-son talk, which made me anxious as dad and I rarely talked about much else than ball games, college or church. In fact I could barely remember the last time he had come into my room.
I heard dad shuffle around on the landing, as if he hesitated what to do, and after a short pause there was a gentle knock on my door. He cleared his throat before he pushed the door open. “Flynn, can I come in for a minute?” His voice was husky and softer than normal.
I decided to bite the bullet. “Sure, dad.” I stuck my head from under the covers and sat up in bed as my father stepped inside. Hesitantly, almost reluctantly he closed the door behind him.
His eyes shifted as he saw me lying in bed and let his eyes wander through my room as if looking for proof of some sort, but in fact I think he was avoiding my gaze. He looked for a place to sit but as usual my only chair was covered under a pile of clothes, so he just stood there uncomfortably, one hand nervously rubbing his cheek.
Dad’s presence filled the room, but maybe it was just the smell of his cologne that made me very aware. He looked immaculate and strict in his formal church clothes and I wasn’t looking forward to another preaching.
Dad tried to smile but the look on his face was really uncomfortable when he said with a soft voice: “Your mom sent me up here to have a word with you. You know, man to… son.”
I shrugged. “Sure dad. But what's there to say?” Dad shuffled around and leaned against the desk, half sitting on the edge with his hands folded in his lap as if he was about to start praying. He cleared his throat once more.
“That was quite a bombshell you dropped there, son. Your mom is very shaken and sad, as you may understand.” He looked serious but seemed rather unsure of what he wanted to say. “And as for me, I'm not sure... I mean I’m... confused.”
Dad’s tone was a lot milder than I had expected. I looked at his troubled face and realised this might actually have been quite a shock to them both and a serious blow to their heartfelt beliefs. In a way I almost felt sorry for him, but these were the facts and there wasn't much I could change about them.
He continued: “It’s not up to us to judge, son, but we... your mother and me... think it is against God’s natural order.” Dad wasn’t exactly a bible thumper but he was still a religious man and generally dismissive of stuff that didn't relate to his world.
As for mom, she would just believe whatever pastor Oaks would preach, whose words she took for the ultimate truth.
I sighed and shook my head. “But it feels completely natural to me, dad.”
He looked hurt. “But how can it, son? It says really clearly in the Bible that it’s an abomination in the eyes of…”
“Jesus, dad!” He looked shocked at my idle use of the Lords’ name. “If God hadn’t want me to be gay he wouldn’t have made me this way! What makes people think they know better than Him?”
Dad contemplated what I had said. Then he shook his head. “But why would you be... like that? We always set the right example, I think I've been a good role model and your mother isn't that dominant...” I giggled and shook my head.
“Dad, this is not about you or mom! It's the way I was born, not raised.” Dad didn't know how to reply, but he relaxed a bit. We were both silent for a while.
Then he continued, after a sharp intake of breath: “But how can you be sure? I mean, have you already... experienced it?” he asked while looking down at his hands as if they were dirty.
I hesitated, weighing how much I would tell my dad. I didn’t want to lie, but also didn’t want to tell him too much, fearing some facts might overturn his hesitant benevolence.
I could tell him about the many times me and my teammates had fooled around after training, but I was pretty sure every boy my age did that on occasion and dad would easily dismiss it as not making anyone actually gay.
I most certainly wasn’t going to tell dad about last year’s Church Summer Camp, when the hunky camp counselor busted into our cabin just when me and my buddies were in the middle of a giggly circle jerk. We sat stifled in fear of a thrashing when the big man started unbuckling his belt, but instead he unzipped his cargo shorts, grinning: “So I see you boys are ready for some proper sex education.” He stepped into our circle wearing nothing but his boots and cap. “As your counselor it’s my duty to teach you properly so get ready, boys!”
The rest of that Summer Camp we received hands-on, in-depth education and the rugged man turned out to be a gentle but explicit teacher, both directive and receptive.
The unprovoked memory of the camp counselor big cock splattering its creamy load all over my face instantly made my dick swell, and I quickly covered my groin as I glanced at dad’s face, wondering if he had noticed my growing boner. His eyes blinked and he quickly turned his gaze back down to his hands resting in his lap, his face showing no emotion.
“I’m not sure what you mean by ‘experienced’, dad.” I mumbled. “Do you mean... sex?” Dad looked up as if I had used profanity again, but quickly pulled himself together. “Well, I… have you?”
For a second I scanned my memory for a sexual experience I could tell about, and quickly discounted the memory of last week, when coach Stone had caught my buddy Ricky and me fooling around after training. It turned out all the rumors about the coach were true: his cock was the size of a baseball bat and the man had a taste for young, athletic guys like us. The image of the man’s beard dripping with our milky cum flicked through my mind.
My cock was now throbbing in my briefs and I was certain dad must be noticing my flushed face and heavy breathing.
“I have… done it, dad.” I confessed. “You do know Ricky, right?”
Ricky had been my best friend since kindergarten, and at that same Summer camp we had discovered our shared taste for big, throbbing mancock. Since then we had started experimenting together and plotted to bait coach Stone after training.
Dad looked surprised. “You mean the Hardman boy? You and him...?” His eyes drifted, as if he was trying to picture his son together with the brawny young jock. Absentmindedly he stroked his chin and mumbled: “But he seems such a decent boy, his father is even a deacon in our church!”
He quickly regained himself and shuffled around uncomfortably. After a short silence he continued: “But what can you do… I mean, there is no natural way…”
I had to interrupt him again. “It does feels completely natural, dad, and you’d be surprised about what boys… or men… can do together, you know, sexwise.”
Dad's face flushed and I feared I had lost him. He just sat there on the corner of my desk, staring at his hands. Probably without realising he was fumbling with his shiny wedding ring.
He cleared his throat again and looked back at me in a strange way I had never seen before. I wasn’t sure whether it was curiosity or disbelief what I saw on his face.
“So, like what? I mean, how…?” I almost felt sorry for dad's ignorance and felt obliged to answer his questions as well as I could.
“Well, for instance, you can suck each other’s co… penis. You know, take it in your mouth… and throat.” Dad’s eyes drifted and he swallowed as if he was trying to digest the things I was telling him.
“You mean… you and the Hardman boy…??” he began, bringing his hand to his own throat.
“Sure dad, and the feeling is amazing because that way your tongue can reach…”
I stopped mid-sentence when dad shuffled on the desk and with a sharp intake of breath he gasped: “Do you mean you take it all the way in… in your mouth!?”
I couldn’t deny I just loved sucking cock. The bigger the better. Only yesterday I’d had a long session sucking off Dan, our team’s quarterback, after his girlfriend had just broken up with him. My jaw still hurt from his rough, agressive pounding and I could still taste his hot, milky jock load on the back of my tongue.
My cock was beginning to leak in my shorts and I had to rearrange the growing curve trapped in my shorts. I saw dad’s eyes follow my hand as I let it slip under my sheets.
I looked up at dad’s shocked face and realised there was not much point in holding back anymore. “Sure, dad, I like it, and people say I’m quite good at it, too!”
I instantly kicked myself for using the plural without thinking, but dad seemed to have missed that detail as he was still trying to digest my confession.
He repositioned himself on the edge of my desk, his hands still fumbling in his lap as he gazed down at me. “I don’t know if…” he paused and his breathing became heavy. “But how?” he insisted with a soft voice.
I couldn't believe my dad insisted on more details about me sucking cock, but the incredilous look on his face made me feel obliged to satisfy his curiosity.
“I love the moment when it slides down my throat, dad, when it stretches my gullet. Just to feel the pulse against my tonsils, the throbbing when… you know…”
I stopped as I saw dad’s face turn red and the veins in his neck started swelling. He was clearly very uncomfortable and I could see him swallow repeatedly.
At the same time I realised I had been rubbing my own cock so hard the movement was clearly visible under the thin sheet. I looked back at dad to see if he acknowledged my excitement, and our eyes locked. For a moment I wasn’t sure what was happening. Dad’s expression of confusion seemed very close to panic and his breath was short-winded, his mouth slightly open and his lips trembling.
Suddenly I realised my father was covering his crotch with both hands, trying to hide the obvious bulge that was growing inside his slacks.
Dad saw my eyes shift and realised he had been caught, quite literally, red-handed. The bulging ridge of his boner was hard to miss, and in the grazing light I could clearly see the rim of a firm helmet outlined under the smooth fabric. And it was obvious dad was aware that I noticed.
With a shock I realised I wasn’t just surprised, but actually completely turned on by the idea of my dad throwing a boner.
For a short while we sat there, father and son, pretending not to look at each other’s growing erections. The air in the room thickened as we both breathed heavily.
Then, almost apologetic, as if he was sharing a secret, dad slowly removed his hands, revealing the full scale of his massive erection, now a throbbing curve inside his slacks. I wasn’t sure if this meant he was conceding to his weakness, or if he was secretly proud to exhibit his impressive manhood to his son.
I salivated and felt I simply had to reciprocate dad’s disclosure, so I pulled back my sheets to show dad my own erection, spreading my legs gently to expose the growing, moist tent in my briefs. Dad licked his dry lips.
“Well son, that’s… not right, I think.” his voice was soft, almost a whisper with a distinct tremble.
Suddenly dad rose to his feet and stood up straight, apparently about to flee from my room and his embarassment. I could kick myself for pushing too hard and misjudging the confusing moment.
But then he hesitated and held still in the middle of the room. The bulge between his legs stretched in a massive ridge across his hip and was impossible to ignore. It only seemed to grow bigger and pulsate with every heartbeat – which appeared to be about twice as fast as normal.
Dad just stood there frozen with his hands hanging motionless by his sides, his chest heaving, looking down on me with an unfathomable expression on his face.
After a sharp intake of breath he spoke in a low, hushed voice: “Look, son, I don’t approve of men… boys having sex. It’s sinful. But when I was your age…”
He looked halfway over his shoulder at the door, and I wasn’t sure if he was looking for a way to escape or if he feared mom could enter any moment. But he remained where he was and turned back to me.
“Just like all boys your age I had thoughts, fantasies I mean, but when I met your mother I left all sinful ideas behind me.” His voice trembled as he confessed. “But now, thinking about you… sinning with the Hardman boy, it’s just too…” An abashed sigh escaped from his mouth.
It dawned on me what dad had actually confessed and I didn’t know if I should panic or push ahead. His face was serious as he looked down at me without a smile, but his eyes told me all I needed to know.
I decided to answer dad’s unasked questions and appease his curiosity. Obviously his curiosity was genuine, and I felt proud and relieved I could share some of my deepest secrets with my father.
I sat up on the edge of my bed with my face just a couple of feet from dad’s groin, his dark slacks tightening around the monstrous protrusion. I looked up at his troubled face, and it seemed we kept staring at each other for minutes, but it probably lasted only a few seconds until I licked my lips.
“If you want I could show you… dad.” my voice trembled but my mind was made up. I really wanted to see my dad’s big cock, feel it, smell it and most of all: taste it… if only he would let me.
Dad didn’t speak or move, his tall body towering over me, as he considered my offer. While he was contemplating I could have sworn the bulge in his slacks jumped and grew another inch.
Then dad grabbed my chin, pulled my face up and leaned forward looking straight into my eyes. His expression turned serious and stern, for a moment I thought he had come to his senses and realised we shouldn’t be challenging each other like this. I braced for a firm scolding.
With his face close to mine he lowered his voice: “Listen son, this may be very wrong, probably even a sin! But just the thought of you with that Hardman boy makes me… wonder! If you –ehm– help me understand what that’s all about, I will put in a good word with your mother.”
I smiled and nodded as much as I could with dad’s tight grip on my chin.
Right at that moment mom’s voice rang up from downstairs, still wobbly with tears: “Are you guys ok up there? You’re awfully quiet!?”
Dad stifled and didn’t move. Then he replied with his most authoratative voice, without taking his eyes off my hunkering face: “It’s okay, dear! It’s just… really hard!”
Dads firm grip on my jaw loosened and he let his hand slide across my cheek as he repositioned himself, spreading his legs a bit and towering over me with a sudden fatherly determination. With a wicked glimmer in his eyes he unbuckled. His hands trembled. My heart jumped.
Mom slobbered: “Don’t be too hard on him, Ed! Treat your son with God’s love like Jesus taught us!”
“I will dear!” Dad’s face lit up with a mischievous grin as he pulled down his zipper. His pants dropped down to his ankles. The thin white cloth of his briefs pushed forward and stretched to its limit around the biggest erection I had ever seen.
“I will show our son my love!” Dad grabbed the waistband and pulled it down. A magnificent, veiny slab of meat swung forward, released from its cotton cage.
Dad’s big cock swayed right in front of my eyes as mom’s sobbing faded back into the living room. A faint, warm dash of man scent whiffed around my face and my mouth immediatey started salivating.
Dad grabbed the hard shaft around its base, wielding the huge helmet in front of my face, as he continued in his soft voice: “Remember, this does not mean I approve or anything like that. Do you understand, son? It’s just that I want to understand, that’s all!”
I nodded but couldn’t speak, my mouth watering at the sight of that luscious tube of meat that hovered proud and eager between dad’s hairy legs.
Dad lifted his shirttails to grant me a good view of his bushy groin and prancing fuckstick. “Well now son, help your old man out and show me what you and that cute Hardman boy are up to together. Explain to me how that… cocksucking works!?”
He kept waving his pulsating shaft, nearly hitting me in the face. A dangling drop of precum splattered on my cheek and I smelled dad’s musky, sweaty odor as the giant cockhead hovered less than an inch from my lips.
I took a few seconds to estimate the size and have a good look at dad’s babymaker. I felt strangely proud as I admired the mighty shaft with its throbbing veins. So this was the very tool that had made me!
Between his hairy thighs dangled two big balls low in their crinkly sack, filled to the brim with my dna. It was by far the most gorgeous, luscious and beautiful cock I had ever seen in my young life. And it was my dad’s!
Dad saw my stunned face and teasingly slowly moved his hand along the full length of his cock. “Do you like it, son?” It sounded almost like an accusation. “Do you like your father’s penis?” I nodded and smiled.
Dad’s face had an expression I had never seen before. It was obvious he was well aware of the impact his amazing cock had on others, but also seemed to take great pride in showing it off to his own son. At the same time he realised we were about to commit the biggest and most shameful taboo he could possibly imagine.
“So you want to suck it, even though it may be a sin?” The shaft jumped up, the wide piss slit leaking another big drop of precum. It drove me crazy.
“Please dad, I don’t think it’s a sin at all. It can’t be if it feels so right.” I stuck out my tongue to lap up the precum dangling from my dad’s cockhead. My head buzzed as I tasted the sweet-and-salty liquid. Dad let out a soft sigh.
“Can I please suck it, dad!? Maybe I’ll be damned if I do, but I’ll certainly feel damned if I don’t!”
“Go on, son! God is forgiving.” It sounded like surrender, and I didn’t hesitate one moment fearing dad might change his mind every second.
I opened wide and started swallowing. The silky smooth cockhead slipped across my tongue, leaving a salty trail of precum. I took some time to accomodate the soft but firm helmet into every corner of my mouth. Now that it was in my mouth I almost regretted my commitment as I began to realise how big and thick the shaft actually was, but quickly regained myself.
Dad softly moaned and inadvertently mumbled: “Oh dear God, oh Jesus, forgive me but this is...”
Obviously, dad’s cock was quite a bit bigger than Ricky's and even girthier than coach Stone’s but as I had learned some time ago, size doesn't matter when you really want to swallow. So when I was ready I moved forward and pressed my tonsils against the piss slit. Then I took a deep breath and swallowed for all I was worth.
Dad let out a whine as he entered my gullet but before he was even halfway in I began to wonder if I could actually take it all. I nearly choked and felt lightheaded for lack of oxygen, but dad pushed his hips relentlessly forward and inch after inch entered my throat. He whimpered as my gag reflex began milking his cock and the friction on his pulsating shaft grew stronger.
I savoured every inch and relished the sensation of dad’s pulsing veins against my tongue. The moment his balls touched my chin he let out a loud cry, while my eyes watered and I began to choke.
Dad held still for a couple of seconds while his coarse pubic hairs tickled my nose. I fondled his dangling balls against my chin as I sniffed up his scent. I felt the large cockhead throbbing somewhere close to my heart.
Mom shrill voice rang again from beneath the stairs. “Why are you shouting, Dan? Are you boys fighting!? Please don't fight.” She started sobbing again.
Dad froze and after a quick look down on my flushed face he shouted back. “It’s okay, dear! It’s just… a lot to swallow!”
I couldn't breathe with dad’s cock buried deep inside my gullet, and just as I thought I would pass out he finally pulled back. I gagged and gasped for a bit of air, coughing and wanting to laugh out loud, but dad quickly put his hand over my mouth until mom’s wailing had faded back into the living room.
It turned out dad was really serious about learning to understand. He didn’t hesitate to pump his cock all the way back into my throat and vigorously began fucking my face, his fat cock sliding in and out like an oil pump. His heavy balls slammed against my chin as he stretched my throat again and again. I could taste fresh precum on the back of my tongue every time dad pulled out far enough for me to breathe.
Our eyes locked and I felt totally submitted to this stud that I knew to be my dad. But all I could see now was a hunky man with a grimace of lust on his chiseled, handsome face.
I let my hands slide around his hips and grabbed dad’s buttcheeks, wriggling my fingers through the soft hairs covering the hard muscle. Then I wrapped my hands around his ballsack, massaging and weighing the hairy balls, fully realising these heavy nuts had created me almost twenty years ago.
Dad started to mumble. “So that’s what you boys like to do, huh? Swallowing big cock, right?” I nodded as far as I could with my lips wrapped around the base of his cock.
“And you really like your dad’s big cock, right?” I moaned, as it was the only sound I could make right now.
“That’s good, son, you’re really making things clear. I think I understand a lot better now. I’ve often wondered but this is so much better than…” He didn't finish his sentence but I clearly got the impression that mom wasn't giving dad everything he needed. That realisation made me even more committed to demonstrate whatever he wanted to learn, not just to make him fully understand what being gay was all about but also to give my dad what mom wouldn’t.
So I decided to take my demonstration one step further. Dad's cock was now leaking precum in a steady stream and his breathing became heavier, so it appeared he might start unloading any minute now. My mind was spinning and, as much as I wanted to taste his babymaking cream, I really wanted to educate my father a bit further before he would come to his senses. I wondered if I could get him to cross the next line.
I let dad’s cock slip from my mouth as I kept gently massaging his massive balls with both hands. I looked at his heated face while kissing his glistening, dripping cock. Dad looked disappointed I had stopped just short of his climax and tried to push his pulsating shaft back between my lips.
I dropped my next piece of bait. “Dad, do you know what else guys can do together?” He thought for a minute and hesitantly shook his head while he kept moaning and sighing: “I don’t want to think about it, son. I think you’ve given me enough to think about, so let’s just… finish it.” Playfully he slapped his wet cock against my cheek.
I kissed the helmet but resisted the urge to swallow and feel the throbbing against my tonsils again. Instead I estimated how much further dad’s curious excitement would take him.
In a swift move I peeled down my briefs and leaned back on my bed. My rockhard boycock stood up proud, not quite as big and hairy as dad’s but roughly the same shape and rigidity. Dad looked down on my smooth groin with approval and he smiled. “Well, you really are a big boy now, aren’t you?” He reached down but stopped short of the tip of my boner, realising he was reaching for the most forbidden taboo he could imagine.
“It’s okay, dad, I want you to touch it. So you can know what that feels like as well.” Dad grimaced and bent forward, gently wrapping his strong hand around my trembling boyhood.
He slowly stroked my cock and balls, while with his other hand jacking his own dripping monster. I shivered and almost shot my load right there and then.
I pulled up my legs and lifted my hips, manouvering in such a way to make sure dad’s hand would slip down between my legs and onto my buttcheeks. I wriggled to make his fingers touch my twitching sphincter.
Dad’s face straightened and his eyes widened. I pulled up my knees next to my head and spread my asscheeks to show him my smooth, hairless boyhole. With bated breath he stroked the pink rim with his index finger. My hole was still supple and twitchy after coach Stone’s plowing a few days earlier.
“See that, dad, see how supple it is? It feels really good if you stick a co… penis inside.” I chose my words carefully, making sure not to shock my demure dad but encourage him just enough. “It’s even tighter than my throat, dad.”
Dad looked at me in disbelief. “What!? You mean… sodomy!? That’s… no way, son!” He looked really shocked and his face reddened in panick. But at the same time his cock bounced and stood rigid from between his shirt tails, leaking another glittering rope of precum.
He looked at my exposed ass, his fingers resting between my buttcheeks but his face frowning with a look of confusion. “That’s the ultimate sin, I can’t possibly…”
I relaxed my sphincter and made it wink at dad, the little hole opening and tightening slightly, beckoning him like a vortex. As coach Stone had made me abundantly clear, my boyhole was irresistible to any warm-blooded man.
Dad fell silent as his eyes were glued to my twitching rosebud. I relaxed the muscle as much as I could, exposing my gaping hole as an easy entrance for his hard, throbbing cock yearning for release.
He grabbed his shaft and unwittingly began stroking it, leaning forward to have a closer look at my hole. “Oh dear God! Why are you tempting me like that, son?”
I pulled my buttcheeks wider apart and twitched my hole once more. “If you really want to understand what being gay is about, this is really the main thing, dad. So it’s not temptation but curiosity. Curiosity isn’t a sin, is it dad?”
“Yeah, well, no, I guess. Anyway, it could never… I’m just too big, right?” he leaned against the edge of the bed and gently slapped his dripping monster against my puckering hole for measurement, sending an anxious shiver up my spine “It would never fit, would it? Even if I wanted to – which I don’t!” he emphasised unconvincingly.
“Why don’t you feel it first, dad? Just put your finger inside!” I twitched my pucker to convince dad it was flexible enough to take his full girth.
Dad hesitantly moved his trembling fingers between my ass cheeks, feeling my soft, firm flesh shivering under his palms.
My skin turned to goosebumps as he inserted one finger into my hole and let it wriggle around. I relaxed the tiny muscles and showed dad my gaping, inviting hole and almost immediately I felt another finger slide in, then another one.
Dad’s breathing became heavier again as he slipped a fourth finger into my rectum and I could hear him sigh: “Holy Christ, that is so sweet and tight and warm!” I gently contracted my muscle, gripping his knuckles tight to demonstrate how tight it would fit around any tubular shape.
He leaned forward and pushed his fingers another digit deeper, meanwhile looking at my face. “That feels really… interesting, son! But it’s not meant for… damn, that’s tight!!”
It was the first time ever I heard my dad swear, and it made my hole twitch some more. As it tightened dad’s eyes widened as he realised how powerful my hungry hole milked his fingers. He licked his dry lips as he realized what such a tight, flexible muscle might feel like around his throbbing cock.
“Heaven help me!” Dad groaned as he clumsily crawled on top of the bed, his movement hindered by his trousers still tying his ankles together. In his eager, sinful excitement he never even took time to take off his shoes.
“You are leading me into sinful temptation, son!” Dad now grabbed my butt with both hands, clasping my glutes while his strong fingers played around the rim of my puckering hole. He groaned under his breath: “Such a tight, juicy hole. God have mercy!” His cock was bouncing and dripping with excitement. There was no doubt in my mind he wanted to slide it into my puckering hole but I just needed to convince him of that fact.
“That’s right dad, just give it a try.” I cheekily grabbed his cock and pointed it at my hole. “Just the tip, and as you said, it doesn’t have to mean you approve, right?”
Dad smiled at me, thankful for providing him with an excuse. “You got that right son, no way does this mean I approve. Just curiosity, trying to understand!”
At that conclusion he crawled closer, his shoes smudging my sheets with their black polish.
Dad leaned forward but appeared to avoid my eyes as he positioned himself over me. He took his dripping cock in his hand and aimed the big head at my pucker. I shivered in anticipation as I felt his precum ooze into my hole and I wriggled in the optimal position so dad could slip in as comfortably as possible. I prayed my saliva and dad’s plentiful precum was sufficient lubrication.
Just as eager as he had shoved it into my throat, the slippery cockhead pushed my butt cheeks apart. I twitched as the thick helmet pressed against my sphincter and I relaxed as much as I could. Dad’s dripping cockhead immediately responded and pried my tight hole open.
A powerful rush of pain and pleasure engulfed my body as dad slowly probed deeper. I could feel his first inches enter my rectum and his eyes widened. “Ooh Gawd! It’s in! The tip is in, son, can you feel it? Can you feel daddy’s cockhead!?”
Could I!? I nearly fainted from excitement as I felt dad’s thick cockhead plugged firmly inside my aching hole. The throbbing was intense and dad’s face broke in a sweat from this new, intense sensation.
He finally looked into my eyes with a mixed expression of confusion, relief and pure lust. He seemed to be waiting, not knowing what to do next: pull out in shame or let curiosity kill all inhibitions. A hint of guilt appeared on his face as he seemed to be checking if he was hurting me. I didn’t budge.
“Ahh yes dad! That’s it, that’s what it’s about. Now slide deeper, dad. Push it in, I can take it!” I was hiding my doubt if that was true, but it seemed dad had been waiting for my inducement as he immediately began to progress. Inch after inch disappeared, tentatively but without much hesitation, spreading my hole deeper and wider. Dad’s face lightened up more as he shoved in, like a cave explorer discovering miraculous new depths.
I felt my gut fill up with dad’s hard meat, the thick veins throbbing in my rectum. Never before had I been penetrated so hard and deep, and my ass burned from the assault.
Meanwhile dad muttered to himself: “Dear God, forgive me... this feels so fu... so good! This temptation is... DAMN!!” Dad’s face was now grimacing in a thrilling mix of remorse and ecstacy as he seemed to search my face for forgiveness, for both sodomizing his son and his loud curse.
I was in agony but loved every inch. I wasn’t sure if was more proud of my dad’s magnificent piece of manhood, or myself being able to proudly and eagerly take all of it.’
Dad’s face was hovering over mine, looking at my ecstatic face in amazement as he kept sliding in. He panted in my ear: “Oh dear Lord, son, this feels so fucking amazing!”
Mom’s shrill voice rang up once again from downstairs, rather angry than sad: “Did I hear you curse, Ed? Please don’t curse!”
For a second he startled and I feared mom’s shriek had woke him up from his frantic rush. I clenched my sphincter around his cock, hoping he wouldn’t pull out in panic and leave my bowels empty.
But a slow grin appeared on dad’s handsome face and I could feel his warm breath as he looked deep into my eyes while he shouted back.
“Sorry dear, I didn’t mean to!“ He slipped deeper into his son’s ass.
”But it’s just…”
Another inch.
“… just so HARD!”
His balls landed against my butt.
Dad winked at me and I almost burst out laughing, but I gasped as he violently pulled his shaft halfway out of my ass and rammed it back deep inside. I gathered myself and shouted: “It’s okay, mom!”
Dad thrust his cock back in.
“It’s a lot…”
Another thrust.
“… to take in!”
Dad’s shaft throbbed deep inside me as we grinned at each other. On impulse I grabbed the tie around his neck and pulled his surprised face down, pressing my mouth on his. Dad startled as I slid my tongue inside his mouth and kissed him deep and passionately, intoxicated by his sweet aftershave. For about a second I saw panic in his eyes but soon he answered my kiss and our tongues wrestled.
Dad turned out to be a surprisingly good kisser and my head buzzed as he began moving his hips and started fucking his big ramrod deep inside me.
Dad wrapped me in his arms, his mouth pressed on mine as he started pumping away, but it was hard to tell who was doing the fucking. Dad and I were one; his cock was part of me and we moved in perfect sync as my sphincter was milking his cock on every thrust. It blew my mind as I realised how many taboos dad and I were breaking yet it felt more natural and familiar than ever before.
I clenched dad’s hairy butt as it bounced up and down. His brow was sweaty and his hair dangled in front of his eyes with the expression of a savage, lust-ridden stud. I imagined dad would have had the same look on his face on the day I was conceived, the moment he had created me, eager to breed and his balls heavy with seed.
It was hard to stay quiet but all you could hear for a while was the soft slapping of dad’s balls against my tailbone, the gentle sogging of his slick cock pistoning inside my tight sheath and the muted bouncing of his shoes against the headboard.
I fondled dad’s balls and was certain I could feel them bubble with cum. Once more I realised it were these big, beautiful testicles that had created me but now it dawned on me how they were about to fill my own guts with his life juice, almost as if I was conceived a second time.
It made me feel like crying and I clamped my arms tight around dad’s strong back as I anticipated his dna injection. I had never felt closer to my father, his strong body embracing mine and his comforting warm breath brushing against my face while his powerful cock pounded deep inside me.
Dad’s thumping rod against my prostate was massaging the cum out, and I felt the juice boiling deep inside my belly. I turned my head and whispered in his ear: “I’m cumming, dad. Fuck me hard! I’m gonna shooooo....oohht!”
Without touching my cock I spurted a huge stream of cum up against dad’s abdomen, while he continued ramming his cock inside me as deep as he could, the rugged shaft massaging one gush after another out of my achingly hard cock.
It was the most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced and my cum was dripping down from dads undulating abs, leaking onto my own body in gooey strands, connecting us in a way we had never connected before.
As I was shooting the last of my powerful gusts I felt dad was speeding up his fucking to an aggresive rythm, getting ready to fill my guts with his hot daddy cream. I reached back and grabbed his bouncing balls again, jumping in my hand as his body shivered and his grasp tightened. I could feel his butt cheeks shiver and pulled him as close to me as possible.
“Oh yes, dad, fill me with your cum. Breed me, dad!” I whispered in his ear.
His pounding became irregular and I could feel his hips spasm, while his shaft throbbed and hardened deep inside my rectum. Dad breathed: “Oh dear God, I’m cumming! I’m going to fill you with my seed, son. That’s…” He paused.
Then he lifted his head and looked straight at me, as tears filled his eyes. “God forgive us, son, I have succumbed to sin, but God, does it feel goo..ooohhhOHH!”
Dad froze as I felt his seed fountain explode deep inside my bowels. His eyes were closed and I heard him whisper under his breath: “…Father… in Heaven…” I was certain dad was praying while he sprayed one after another gush of hot daddy cream deep inside me. My lower body was inundated with a huge blast of throbbing meat and fatherly love while his semen was filling my guts like a geiser.
When I felt his final powerful spurts wear off I could have sworn I heard dad whisper: “Amen!”
His body relaxed and I ran my hands along his spine, down to his trembling butt and finally reached back and carefully cupped his drained balls. Dad kept slowfucking my rectum, his cock now making soggy noises while bathing in its own frothing cream.
I could still hear mom sobbing downstairs while dad was gasping in my ear. His warm breath and the smell of his cologne was comforting and I was thrilled I had been able to help my father gain a deeper understanding of his son. If only he would agree it didn’t have to feel like sin at all, but maybe that would take some more practice.
It seemed like hours but it can't have been more than a few minutes until dad pulled out his wasted cock. With a wet slurp the still sizeable cockhead popped out with a splatter of cum and my derelict sphincter slowly contracted back to its regular girth. For a few seconds dad looked at my hole in disbelief as a thick blob of his pearly semen trickled down on my sheets, then shook his head as if he was waking up from a confusing dream.
Without a word dad got up from the bed and grabbed a t-shirt from my clothes pile. He wiped the sweat from his face and dabbed his cum-soaked cock and abdomen with a look of deep concern.
After a short hesitation he turned to me with his former serious face. “Look, son, I have to get back to your mother to calm her down.”
I watched with an empty sense of disappointment as dad rearranged his deflated schlong in his briefs, tugging his balls a bit to make it all fit.
“What just happened… didn’t, okay?” He buttoned up his shirt and straightened his tie.
My ass cheeks were sticking together with his thick goo, and my sphincter was burning from the ravaging assault dad had inflicted upon it, but I didn’t try to object this time.
He zipped up his fly, looking at me with a blank face and shaking his head. “Your mother… and me… we can’t approve, son, and just for the record… it’s still a sin. Just remember that!”
I nodded, while another gob of his cum oozed from my ass. “Sure, dad, but I hope you understand a little bit better.” I scooped it up, brought my fingers to my mouth and tasted dad’s cum. It was the most delicious, richest cream I had ever tasted.
Dad moved towards the door but just before he left the room he turned to me, looking at me in his inquisitive way.
“God’s ways are inscrutable, son, and His creation holds many surprises!”
“I hope so dad, I hope so.”
Dad shook his head, left my room and gently closed the door behind him.
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