Dad Is Boss

I sat in suspense.

Mr. Palmer, my boss, closely reviewed the report and after some time leered at me sitting across from his desk. “Things look good, Mr. Gracie.”

I hushed my deep exhale behind a light-hearted grin. “Why thank you, sir.”

“Not great.” Mr. Palmer injected saucily. “However, it is quite decent for a man in your newest position. I don’t find myself terribly disappointed in the analysis, though I would be remiss if I didn’t expect a whole lot more from my boy.”

I gulped at his wink, surprised at my nature rising at such an inopportune time, especially after given such a backhanded compliment. “Thank you.”

What else can I say?

Mr. Palmer stood up and walked around his desk never taking his eyes off me as I tried returning the favor. He gazed at me like I was prey. I gawked at him both with weird and wonderful quizzical at this latest revelation. How could I have missed the obvious signs for so long? Many of his features, his natural mannerism mirrored my own; our style, even our dress.

This was uncanny, couldn’t we agree?

A month ago, I was just a subordinate with an innocent crush on my sexy older boss. Today, I sit across from a well-maintained fifty-four-year-old stud stunned that after spending the last two years jagging off to his mental imprint in my alone time that a simple test revealed that we were, in fact, father and son.

Mr. Palmer, or Dad, as he is now, said nothing as he perched himself on the edge of his desk. Five weeks and two days ago, I would’ve killed for this opportunity just to inhale the scent of his fragrant cologne. This one-on-one conversation alone was worth six months of lustful memories. Now, I was unsure of myself. This disclosure failed to shake my lingering fixation of this man. It didn’t help either his crotch was just inches away from my face or to know that I didn’t have to look directly at his sun to know that he had some substantial meat piping down his slacks.

“What do you think, Mr. Gracie?” Mr. Palmer posed tossing the booklet in front of me.

“What about?”

“This.” He said drumming his finger on the report while sneakily hooking his other hand over his impending bulge. “Do you think this here is your best digest of the current situation?”

I swallowed.

Digest. Cock. Right there. Report, right! Okay!

“Given the numbers I had to work with and the general assessment, sir, I can emphatically say ‘yes’.”

“Emphatically?”

“Yes,” I repeated. “Is it great news? Is it the best diagnosis for our company in this industry? I seriously doubt it, sir. However, it is the most accurate assessment without the usual smoke and mirrors. I’ll save that razzle-dazzle for those trying to work their magic over the shareholders.”

Mr. Palmer wetted his lips, “Accurate, huh?”

“Most accurate,” I reemphasized, suddenly regaining my confidence. “I must say if you can’t expect honesty from your own son, who else can you count on for such fidelity?”

I was startled. His cock jumped behind his slacks and his hand on top of it looked as if it was crawling for his zipper.

“Is that so, Mr. Gracie? Are you stating this as my employee or as my son?”

“Depends, sir,” I kept my composure.

“On?”

“Are you asking me this as my boss or as my dad?” 

His boy, I replayed in my head. I thought I had him. It was certainly a long shot from checkmate but proving I could hold my own with him was enough for me, even as his subordinate. I quickly lost the ground I gained when I saw him unzip out of the corner of my eye. I started to say something, but my complacency in looking up at him and trying my best to look over there seemed to be his dirty little thrill.

“Why can’t it be both, Erick? Why can’t it be so much more?”

The words couldn’t find me before he reached into his fly and fished out his engorged cock still growing before my very eyes.

I gasped excitedly at the prospect, but then I was hurled back down from my heavenly bliss. This wasn’t just my boss. This was my long-lost father confirmed so last week.

“Don’t tell me that your feelings have run cold for your old man, Erick? I was certain that when you invited me over for dinner awhile back that dessert was certainly on the table.”

I swallowed. It was!

Everything about that night was going better than I expected with the two of us flirting back and forth until my mom, who’d been living with me until she “got back on her feet” for the millionth time, came home early and smelled a man in my house. When she saw my boss, she confessed that her one-night stand twenty-six years ago with him led to the birth of me.

“I don’t know what to say, sir. That was before.” I stammered trying not to feed my curiosity.

“I thought the rain check was implied.” Mr. Palmer smirked smoothly, perhaps noticing too, like I did just then, that I hadn’t pushed away from him or his desk. I was in shock mostly, but even after I found my nerve I felt it was a little too late to act. “I think learning about our new connection only makes things even hotter, don’t you think? What better way to let me inside of you?

I should’ve been appalled at the brazen suggestion. Strangely, I wasn’t. He and I were both grown men, I reflected. I was insanely attracted to him the minute I first laid eyes on him. He obviously felt something for me, not holding back now in showing it. If it hadn’t been for my trampy mother spilling the beans that night, I would’ve happily seduced and serviced my boss and perhaps furthered our engagement in several different directions.

“You’re looking like you’re seriously thinking about it.” Mr. Palmer teased affectionately. “When in fact I feel like you should let nature take its course, son.”

I shook from my graze at his pouring words. My eyes left his cock some time ago and it brought me back into the moment.

“Hey,” Mr. Palmer continued. “If you don’t like what we’re doing, we can stop at any time. This stays our little secret either way.”

Fear chilled through me. Not at him proposing this as my father as it was this strange sense of relief that washed over me. What is wrong with me?

What was my next move?

The matter was already heavily complicated with him being my boss. It wasn’t anything new. In fact, it was quite doable as well being that we were both heavily into the other ourselves. This added title of ‘blood-related’ only added more confusion as to where I stood in both career and this newfound familial relationship that came with this extra layer of him feeling free to expose himself to me like this. Could I really go to human resources about my dad exposing himself to me on company time?

I sat as he sat pondering the proposal. What if we got caught, my mind resonated. My body had other plans as I licked my lips looking at his cock dangling there as I felt mine imprisoned by my slacks in my seated position. I remedied my condition by pushing the chair back and aligned myself to him sitting on my knees. It was weird looking at his cock like this. I was an expert cocksucker, but this was a first. His cock even looked like mine down to the thick vein that ran on top, except his was larger and fuller with his foreskin completely covering up the bulbous head.

“Our little secret.” Mr. Palmer heaved with sex.

I was deaf to his words. His long, beautiful thick cock mesmerized me so. I wrapped my fingers around it. Enjoying the pure heat of it, the weight of it, and lifted it up tickling his balls with my tongue. Dad moaned softly, sliding his slacks off his rear along with his boxers. His scent was potent, musky with dabs of cologne that sent shivers down my spine.

I carefully licked the shaft and deftly engulfed him down my windpipe, burying my face deep into his lap before I caught onto the intensity that was my hungered lust.

“Son,” he mouthed, his voice strangled in enchantment.

“Yes sir, boss man,” I popped him out of my mouth.

We shared a knowing look. I dove right back in soon after.

He wasn’t completely hard, of course, though he was quite impressed. His cock thudded with a new level of stiffness that drove me further away from his furred torso. After one too many unsuccessful deep dives back into his lap, I gave my attention to his flanged tip, nibbling on the thick foreskin and then gently pushed back with my teeth. He moaned. His powerful thighs shivered with delight.

“That’s it, boy. Work your dad’s log just like that, just like he needs it to be worked!”

I pleased my dad, servicing his cock this way for the longest time. Bonding with him in the most natural way, making up for lost time through this most intimate act that men like us had to offer one another. I’d moved from his foreskin tip back to his balls again. This time lavishing them in a wash of gooey spit that he found divine as I cradled each one in my mouth and hummed my talent onto them. I was working my way up to his shaft when he softly cuffed my jaw and lightly pushed me off him.

I tried to go back, but he caught me twice again. “No.”

I sat on my knees puzzled.

“I want you on my desk.”

“Want me?” I repeated.

Dad slowly unbuttoned his shirt, kicking off his shoes, and pulled me to my feet with his hand under my jaw. I stood as he shoved his stuff off his desk and spun me onto it in its place.

“Get out of those damn clothes, Erick.” He demanded standing over me at my feet.

I stripped off my clothing the best I could flat on my back on his desk. He assisted me, of course, with my pants and shoes. He massaged my feet through my socks, playfully tickling them while he raised them up to his mouth and started pecking at my soles. He pulled off my socks and rubbed his face in my bare feet, working his way up from the back of my leg to the seam of my crotch over my bellybutton and nipples his lips came.

Dad was lying next to me pressed into me with his crotch and his mouth. I purred as he moaned, humping that rift between my thighs leaving little to the imagination of the very thing he aspired to do next.

“Turn over.” Dad commanded.

I didn’t want to. If he was going to enter me, I wanted to look at him as he did so, as he took me for the first time.

“We got plenty of time for that.” Dad assured me. “I want to see that beautiful ass of yours. The one that has been taunting me ever since you first walked through the door.”

I rolled over and spread my thighs, giggling. If anything, I had his ass. 

Like father like son.

He spread my cheeks letting the cool air of his office invade my crack. I gasped as his tender finger crawled over my puckered abyss. I swore he was going to finger it, but as he dug deeper, he made way for his gorgeous face. Tonguing and licking at my hole so deliciously I jolted.

“Calm down, boy. Dad’s got you.”

He continued, sliding a finger deep into my chute. He pulled back and sucked a couple of fingers and found no resistances slipping them in this time. He added a third, then twisted stretching me open.

“Looks like Dad’s got a son whose been letting other boys play with his outlet.” He growled.

“No. No sir.” I panted, regretting that I didn’t stay virgin tight.

First thing in the morning for almost two years now I rode my mounted dildo in the shower and jerk off before work, repeated once more after I got back home.

“You just opened me up, Dad. Two years strong, man.”

“What’s that?” He toyed with me.

He knew he had me open the first time I saw him. He almost had me that night at dinner. He knew he was just about to make my longtime dream come true by having me then and there in my home. Now at the office, his office.

“You want me to say it?” I asked.

“I want you to beg for it, son.” Dad grumbled underneath his breath.

“I need it, Dad. Please!” I whimpered. “I need your big cock to make a new boy out of your son.”

“How long do you think that’s going to take?”

“If it’s anything like it has been, sir, I’ll say over and over again!”

“Is that an emphatic answer?”

“Yes sir!”

“Then get on your back.”

“Yes sir!” I beamed with glee.

I turned over shaken with fear. It had nothing to do with him as my boss or my father as it had been a really long time since I had a real hard cock roam inside of me. With the dildo, I was in control, but with this, I would have to let go of the reins.

He leaned in and kissed me and then pulled back to the other side of the desk reaching for something in the drawer and sat it behind him. He kissed me once more, popped the thing behind his back open, and smoothly worked its content over my hole.

“Just relax, son.” Dad warned me.

His greased fingers worked the way into me. This time however my hole wasn’t nearly as giving as it had been previously, even in this loosened state.

He played with it for a little while longer, working his way back to the magic we once created. My heart pounded, wispy sweat filming us as we kissed even more passionately as I waited, waited for the moment that this became something more.

Something awoke in me throughout this, and I decided I was no longer going to be a passenger in this ride. I decided to take the lead by coming over him and straddle his waist when my knees hit the jar of grease at his side. I opened it and grabbed a dollop of it, reaching behind me slathering up and down the length of his shaft before I pushed back and fitted it in the span of my crack.

Dad beamed. 

I smiled back, lifting and guiding his girth to my opening. He leaked a little at this, feeling his sap roll off the grease like pesky runoff water.

“Think your sweet little pucker up to handling such a big task?”

I chuckled at Dad. Just a moment ago, he was telling me I was too loose from other boys and now he was reversing his position with concern.

I rubbed his cock tip against my hole for good measure and sat on it letting nature take its course.

“Fuck!” Dad growled at my incessant squeeze of him being jammed inside.

I rode Dad slow and steady, building my steam. He gripped my sides letting me know I wasn’t going to get far with his cock planted inside my ass.

“You’re good, son?” Dad asked.

I was starting to sweat profusely with it dripping off me onto him. I was good, great even, but his cock was a monster inside of me.

“Uh-huh.” I puffed in my delirium.

“Good.” Dad picked up the pace. Lifting me up and slamming me back down onto his enormous cock.

I swore I was open, but every time he did this it proved not to be the case and I had a sore ass to prove it. The squish of grease pushing back onto his lap lax the barrier of the piston inside of me, the momentum I’d built up. The momentum he was building.

I had jerked my head up to the sky when he grabbed me by my cheeks and slammed me on my back onto the desk.

“That’s better!” Dad growled, slowly sinking into me.

After my head stopped hurting after the thud, my attention briefly shifted to him on top of me before settling down there, where my insides felt like they were on fire.

“Damn!” Dad hissed.

“Don’t tell me this loose booty got Daddy about to lose it?” I teased.

He grunted, putting in an inch more.

“All of it!” I cried encouragingly, reaching up with both hands to kiss my father as I spread my legs in heat to receive every inch of him.

My walls gripped his cock in rolling waves forcing me to question if I was adjusting to his girth once again or if he was coming. After he delivered a few majestic lunges against my resistance, I knew it was just me as he was just getting his bearing.

“Shit!” Dad groaned.

“Fuck!” I whimpered as I finally opened up completely.

I felt full and the ferocious searing that came with being fucked, and I couldn’t get enough.

“Harder!” I cried. “Fuck me! Fuck me! Dad!”

Dad smirked, lazily withdrew and plunged back in before he built up this impetus where he pumped into me compelling me to relive every fantasy I ever had of him over the past two years while creating more as we went along the way.

“Fuck yeah!”

He was fucking me with so much force I was being lifted off the desk and propelled to the other side of it where my shoulders were dangling off the edge.

“No!” I shrieked fearing that one more thrust was going to have me crashing toward the floor on my head.

Although I was trembling in nervousness and excitement, Dad had me covered like he promised. He gave me a couple of more lunges to where the bulk of me was hanging over the desk before he slid me further back onto the desk, back to the other side.

“Turn around.” Dad commanded once he retreated as my feet found the ground.

I turned over, palming the desk as he took me from the rear this time.

I held steady as he impaled me, driving me with his lust and a renewed vigor that enraged me that it took so long for us to get here.

I was happy to be his little fuck toy, something for him to use. But I felt quite special when he reached around me and began stroking my cock.

“Fuck!” It felt so good.

I rolled my head into his neck and then shuttered as he gave me a hard jerk and I came.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I cried watching my jets of hot spunk make their way onto his desk followed by another and another until there was a puddle of white right there in front of us.

“Fuck!” He grunted. “Makes me want to…fuck!”

Dad slapped his big balls hard into my ass and pumped and unloaded his pleasure into me. I shuddered at the sting of his cock blasting a violent drag up my rear that gave me another rush of pure ecstasy. Another dollop of spunk emerged from my cock and barely made it onto the edge of the desk.

“That’s some good stuff, boy!” Dad slapped me hard on my ass.

He pulled out with a plop, and I felt his seed, the seed I was once a member of slime down my legs.

I wanted to relish in the moment, but I thought it was best that I turned around.

“Disappointed?” I asked, looking down embarrassment.

“In what?” Dad lifted my chin up to look at him.

“That my performance was quite decent for a man in my position, but might not meet the expectation that you had in your son?”

He looked at me catching onto the joke as I held his cock in hand. I savored our gape and then descended to my knees to clean up the mess he made with my mouth.