I couldn't shake the frustration buzzing through my veins as I slammed the car door and trudged up the driveway. Alicia and I had been making out on her couch, her hands roaming over my chest, whispering how super sexy I was, her nails scraping lightly down my abs. My cock had hardened instantly, straining against my jeans, ready for more. We'd been building up to it all evening—kisses turning heated, her grinding against me until I was throbbing. But then she winced, clutching her stomach. 'Baby, my period hit hard. Stomachache's killing me. I can't... not tonight.' Her voice was apologetic, eyes soft, but it didn't ease the ache in my groin. I nodded, forcing a smile, but inside I was pissed. Blue-balled again. At 19, after months of dating, this shit was getting old. I drove home in silence, the streetlights blurring past, my mind replaying her touch, her scent—vanilla and heat—only making it worse.
Mom was pulling a night shift at the hospital, so the house was dark when I let myself in. I kicked off my shoes in the foyer, intending to grab a beer and crash on the couch, maybe jerk off to shake off the edge. But then I heard it—a low, guttural moan drifting from upstairs. My heart skipped. Was Dad watching porn? The sounds grew rhythmic, punctuated by heavy breaths and a slick, wet slide. Curiosity pulled me toward the stairs, my socks silent on the carpet. Another moan, deeper this time, almost pained but laced with pleasure. I took the steps two at a time, pulse quickening.
The door to Dad's bedroom was ajar, a sliver of light spilling into the hall. I pushed it open quietly, and what I saw froze me in place. Joey—my father, the tough guy with the buzz cut, callused hands from his construction job, the one who'd taught me to throw a punch and fix a carburetor—was sprawled on his king-sized bed. Naked. Legs spread wide, knees bent, his thick thighs flexed as he gripped a long, black dildo, shiny with lube, and pushed it deep into his ass. His cock stood rigid against his belly, leaking pre-cum in a steady drip, balls drawn tight. His face was flushed, eyes half-lidded, mouth open in a silent groan as he twisted the toy, inching it in and out. 'Fuck, yeah,' he muttered to himself, voice rough. He wasn't... no way. Dad wasn't a faggot. I'd seen him with Mom, rough and straight-laced. This had to be a joke.
'Dad?' My voice cracked the air like a whip. He jolted, eyes snapping open, but he didn't pull the toy out—instead, he held it buried deep, his chest heaving. I stood there, mouth dry, staring at the scene: his hairy chest glistening with sweat, the way his hole clenched around the silicone shaft, the veins bulging on his dick. Heat flooded my face, but something else stirred low in my gut—curiosity, maybe, or the leftover horniness from Alicia. 'What the hell are you doing?'
He didn't panic. Instead, he eased the dildo out slowly, setting it on the nightstand with a wet smack, his cock bobbing untouched. 'Benjamin. Shit, you scared me.' He sat up a bit, not bothering to cover himself, his gaze steady. 'Look, son, it feels too damn good to explain. Prostate stuff—hits different. Don't judge.' His tone was casual, like we were discussing football scores, but his eyes flicked to my crotch, where my own erection was tenting my jeans from the surprise and the visual.
I swallowed hard, shifting my weight. 'You're... into that? Like, guys?' The word felt foreign on my tongue. But I couldn't look away from the way his ass glistened, slightly gaped from the toy. My frustration from earlier twisted into something hotter, more urgent. Alicia's rejection echoed, but this—watching Dad like that—had my blood pumping.
He chuckled low, patting the bed beside him. 'Nah, not guys. Just this. The pressure, the fullness. Come on, join me. I see you're worked up. Girlfriend leave you hanging?' I hesitated, brain screaming this was wrong, but my body betrayed me, cock twitching at the invitation. The air smelled of lube and musk, thick and intoxicating. After a beat, I nodded, kicking off my jeans and shirt, climbing onto the bed. My underwear followed, freeing my hard length—seven inches, thick, already beading at the tip from the adrenaline.
Dad handed me a smaller vibrator from the drawer, buzzing to life in my palm. 'Start slow,' he said, his voice guiding as he lubed it up. I lay back, legs parting awkwardly, feeling exposed under his watchful eyes. He knelt between my thighs, his rough hand spreading lube over my hole. 'Relax, Ben. Breathe.' His finger circled first, teasing, then pressed in—warm, insistent. I gasped, the intrusion burning at first, then blooming into a strange fullness. 'Fuck,' I hissed, gripping the sheets. He worked me open gently, adding a second finger, scissoring until I was panting, my cock leaking onto my abs.
'Good boy,' he murmured, easing the vibe in. The buzz hit my prostate like a spark, jolting pleasure up my spine. I moaned, hand flying to my dick, stroking in time with the vibrations. Dad watched, his own hand back on his cock, pumping lazily. 'See? Told you it feels good.' We lay side by side then, toys buried deep, the room filling with our grunts and the hum of silicone. Sweat slicked our skin, the shared taboo making every sensation sharper.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up. 'Wait, got something better.' He rummaged in the drawer, pulling out a double-ended dildo—fleshy pink, thick in the middle, flexible ends curving realistically. My eyes widened. 'Dad, no way. I'm not fucking you. I'm straight.' The words tumbled out, but my voice lacked conviction, my hole clenching around the vibe still buzzing inside me.
He grinned, wolfish. 'Not fucking. Sharing. Come on, it'll connect us.' He lubed it generously, the scent sharp in the air. I stared, heart pounding, but the excitement from Alicia's tease and this forbidden rush won out. 'Fine,' I muttered, pulling the vibe free with a pop that made me shiver. We positioned on our sides, facing each other, knees drawn up. Dad guided one end to his ass first, groaning as it sank in, his hole swallowing half the length. Then he reached for me, pressing the other end against my entrance. 'Push back, son.' I did, the silicone breaching me slowly, stretching wider than the vibe. Inch by inch, it filled me, the pressure intense, linking us tip to base.
We shifted on the bed, the sheets rumpling beneath us, our bodies slick with anticipation and the remnants of lube. I lay on my side, heart hammering against my ribs, facing Dad—Joey—his broad frame mirroring mine, knees tucked up close, exposing us both in this vulnerable, electric tangle. The double-ended dildo gleamed in his hand, its thick, veined length promising a connection that terrified and thrilled me in equal measure. He locked eyes with me, a predatory glint in his dark gaze, and brought one end to his own ass, the tip nudging his puckered hole. A deep groan rumbled from his chest as he pushed, the silicone parting his cheeks, sinking in slow and deliberate. His rim stretched around it, swallowing inch after inch, until half the shaft vanished inside him, his cock jerking upward in response, a fresh bead of pre-cum oozing from the slit.
'Your turn, Ben,' he rasped, voice thick with need, reaching across the scant space between us. His fingers, callused and warm, coated the other end with more lube before pressing it firmly against my entrance. The cool gel contrasted with the heat building in my core, making me clench instinctively. 'Push back, son. Let it in.' I hesitated, breath catching, the taboo weight of it all pressing down—but the ache from Alicia's tease, the forbidden pull of this moment, urged me on. I rocked my hips backward, feeling the blunt head breach me, a sharp stretch that burned sweetly as it widened my hole wider than the vibe had. Inch by torturous inch, it invaded, filling me with an unyielding pressure that made my toes curl and my vision blur. Finally, it bottomed out, linking us tip to base, our asses connected through this obscene bridge of silicone, every twitch reverberating between us.
We started rocking together, tentative at first, like testing unstable ground. My back arched involuntarily as the dildo slid deeper into me, shallower in him, then reversing with his subtle thrust. The friction ignited nerves I never knew existed, sparks shooting up my spine, coiling tight in my gut. 'Oh shit, Dad,' I breathed, the words escaping in a shaky exhale, my cock trapped between us, rubbing against his with each pass. He matched my rhythm, hips rolling gently, our balls brushing—soft, heavy sacs slapping lightly, sending jolts of pleasure radiating outward. Sweat beaded on his temple, trickling down the rugged line of his jaw, and his face drew closer, mere inches away now. Our breaths mingled, hot and ragged, carrying the scent of our arousal—musk and salt and lube. Eyes locked: his burning with raw lust, mine wide with a cocktail of shock, confusion, and this building, insatiable ecstasy that made my thighs quiver.
The tension thickened the air, our movements syncing deeper, the dildo plunging and retreating in a hypnotic grind that had us both panting. His free hand gripped my hip, pulling me nearer, our foreheads nearly touching. 'Ohhhhh kiss me Benjamin,' he ordered, voice low and commanding, laced with urgency that brooked no refusal.
I froze, the toy buried to the hilt in both our asses, every pulse of my body amplifying through the connection. 'Dad, what the—' My protest died on my lips, drowned by the heat pooling low, the way his gaze bored into me, demanding surrender.
'Haaaannnnn kiss meeee son ,' he repeated, louder this time, his hand sliding up to cup my jaw, rough thumb tracing the swell of my lower lip, parting it slightly. Our faces hovered so close, noses brushing, the electric charge between us crackling like a live wire.
My pulse thundered in my ears, hesitation warring with the fire raging inside me—the dildo's relentless pressure, our synced thrusts building a rhythm that blurred the lines of wrong and want. His eyes pleaded now, dark and desperate. 'Kiss me, kiss me kiss me, kiss me.'
The command shattered my resistance. Fuck it all. I surged forward, lips crashing into his with a hunger that surprised even me. Soft at first, a tentative press, but he opened for me immediately, tongue thrusting out to claim mine in a bold sweep. I sucked on it greedily, the kiss igniting into something sensual and devouring—wet, deep, our stubble scraping in a rough friction that sent shivers down my spine. He tasted of mint laced with the salty edge of sweat, intoxicating, his free hand fisting my hair, yanking me impossibly closer as we rocked harder against the dildo. Moans vibrated between our mouths, the toy shifting with our frenzy, plunging deeper into our asses, the dual penetration heightening every sensation until I could barely think.
We broke apart only to gasp for air, but he wasn't done. 'Give daddy another kiss on the mouth hmmm,' he growled, recapturing my lips before I could respond, this time fiercer, teeth nipping my bottom lip as his tongue delved deeper, exploring with possessive strokes. The dildo fucked us both in tandem now, our hips grinding urgently, asses clenching around the shared length, the pressure building to a fever pitch. Sweat slicked our skin where we touched—chests heaving, cocks sliding together, slick with pre-cum.
Tension coiled tighter, every thrust of the toy amplifying the kiss, our breaths ragged between clashes of mouths. 'Owww kiss me baby—HARDEEEEER,' he demanded against my lips, and I obeyed, sucking his tongue like I was starving, the world narrowing to this: the stretch in my ass, the grind in his, the wet heat of our kiss raising the temperature until I felt like I might combust.
We pulled back again, chests heaving, the dildo still buried deep, our rhythm faltering under the onslaught of sensation. 'Dad... that was... better than kissing a girl,' I blurted out, the confession slipping free in a haze of lust, horror flooding my cheeks even as truth burned in my veins. Me, straight-as-an-arrow Benjamin, saying that? But god, it was—the raw intimacy, the stubble burn, the forbidden edge—it hit deeper, harder than anything Alicia or any girl had ever stirred.
His eyes darkened further, a smirk tugging at his swollen lips as he thrust forward, the dildo spearing us both anew. 'Then kiss me more, son,' he murmured, pulling me back in, and I did, lost in the rising tide.
We continued to kiss like two whores during the double dildo fucking our asses
He smirked, thrusting harder, the dildo plunging deep. 'Knew you'd like it.' We picked up pace, bodies slapping lightly, the shared shaft rubbing our insides raw with pleasure. Grunts filled the room, our kisses sloppy now between thrusts—pecking lips, sucking necks. I felt the coil tightening, balls aching.
'Ben—fuck, please,' Dad begged suddenly, voice breaking. 'Use your cock. Fuck me for real. Need you inside.' His eyes pleaded, hand stroking my thigh.
I pulled the dildo free with a slick slide, both of us groaning at the emptiness. Flipping him onto his stomach, I spread his cheeks—hairy, muscled, hole winking pink and ready. Curiosity burned; I dove in, tongue lapping at his rim, tasting lube and musk. He bucked, moaning loud. 'Yes, eat my ass, son.' I rimmed him deep, tongue fucking in circles, spit dripping down his crack. My cock throbbed, untouched, pre-cum stringing to the sheets.
'Now—fuck me,' he growled. I knelt behind, lining up, the head nudging his entrance. One push, and I sank in—hot, tight, velvet gripping me like a vice. 'Holy shit,' I gasped, bottoming out, balls against his. He pushed back, ass clenching. I started thrusting—slow at first, savoring the drag, then harder, skin slapping. 'Take it, Dad. Fuck, you're tight.'
He fisted the sheets, head thrown back. 'Harder, Ben. Pound your old man's hole.' I did, hips snapping, the bed creaking under us. Sweat flew, our bodies slick. I reached around, jerking his cock in time—thick, veiny, pulsing in my palm. Kisses turned to neck bites, his stubble scratching my lips as I rutted deep.
It built fast—too fast. 'Gonna cum,' I warned, thrusts erratic.
'Inside me—fill me up!' he roared. I slammed home, cock erupting, hot spurts flooding his ass. He clenched, milking me, and came with a bellow—cum shooting across the sheets in ropes, his hole spasming. We collapsed, panting, my dick softening inside him, cum leaking out around it.
As the high faded, I pulled out gently, flopping beside him. No girlfriend—not Alicia, not any—had ever made me cum like that. So much, so intense. I glanced at Dad, his satisfied grin mirroring my own shocked awe. This changed everything, and damn if I wasn't already craving more.
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