I enter my apartment, letting my dogs off the leash as I approach the living room.
My sight immediatelly lands on the yellowish color surrounding the higher parts of the walls in tbe apartment.
I sigh and sit on the couch.
I have been living outside my parents home for a few years now, and I got two of my dogs with me. Although my parents and I had great connection, that started to shift because I came out and they suggested that I should get help and cure for my sexuality. So I moved out and our love stayed the same, but our relationships changed quite a bit since they were against my lifestyle, and we were not livkling together anymore.
Mom and I were doing much better in a little while, we started talking over the phone mostly so we got our chance to solve the issues she had with my sexuality and I was able to explain everything to her about me being gay and authentically pretty feminine. She started enjoying our talks and that was our way to catch up and we did so every single day. But with father nothing changed for a long time, we saw each other when the family gathers for holidays or birthdays, but he was always really distant and I started developing some complicated feelings towards him. He always was a prime example for me what a man should look like, but I was never into making myself look like that, I was much more into being small petite and feminine, totally comfortable with the fact that I was not about to grow up into a man that would fullfill any sort of manly gender roles. But the type of man my father was, started to attract me as sort of the opposite of what I was and it started with him being distant and emotionless toward me.
Father is 180cm tall, weighting around 95 kilograms, wide head, neck and shoulders, huge chest and fat belly. His arms were long, legs thick and heavy. And father is hairy almost all over. His upper back and shoulders are the exception, but the rest of his body is covered in curled black pubes and I saw it all over the years, getting glimpses of him while he was changing or showering or sleeping.
Since I lived alone for quite a while, my apartment needed some renovations on the walls, and there were some holes in the wooden floor due to dogs running over it all the time, so I talked to my mom, and she started convincing me to call father and ask him to come and help me or do the renovations for me. I collected some money for the paint and materials needed, and I collected some more money and courage in the next couple of days and decided to listen to what mom was convincing me to do.
I called father, explained the situation of the apartment to him and asked him if he would come over to my place for one or two weekends to help me paint and fix everything. He was hesitating for quite a while since he was uncomfortable with the fact that he would have to sleep at my place, and that is because they live in the village and I live in the biggest city and those two are around 400km apart. But when I offered him some of the money I had for the work he would do, he said that he would think about it and after a few hours called me and told me that he decided to come over the next weekend.
I was so anxious for a couple of days since I wasn't really sure how we would spend time together, and what are we supposed to talk about. But the next weekend came so fast and dad was at my door, right behind me since I just entered after my morning walk with dogs.
I let him in, and he comes in and after setting his work bags and clothes on the side, he hugs me. He hugged me with his huge hairy arms and that hug lasted for a couple of moments. I was feeling butterflies inside from conflicting feelings, thinking that I am a son that was getting this attention from his father, that hated me ever since I came out. But also my thoughts went into the hopeful direction, because first my dad would never hug me period, and second this hug that I am feeling around my body, actually feels like something I would see him do with mom. Our whole fronts are connected, his huge belly pushing my skinny belly even more inside, and I feel his crotch on my belly as well.
The hug ends in a little while and I go, make some coffee, we eat and start catching up. I start feeling really happy since I don't feel uncomfortable talking to dad, I mean he is not asking me anything about my love life, but he is not hateful either, he is being pleasant, and I can not stop thinking about that romantic hug I got from him. I am hoping that I am not thinking wishfully, but that he actually hugged me the way he would hug mom. He tells me that he and mom missed me a lot, and that one of the reasons he actually said yes to my renovations plan is because he needed some space away from mom, since all the attention she was giving me, landed on him now, for years, since I moved.
We laugh for a while talking about how sometimes mom being controlling and worried about everything just eats you up when you spend days together.
I was empathetic and offered dad a beer, so we ended up talking about everything and drinking plenty of beers and we missed doing anything that we were supposed to do with the apartment.
Dad got pretty relaxed and drunk and fell asleep on the couch for a few hours in the afternoon, and I spent those hours outside walking the dogs and getting everything from the store. When I returned dad was kinda awake but pretty groggy since he fell asleep fully drunk.
As I watched his body covered with a light blanket, I thought about how I would just go to the couch, straddle his crotch with my legs and kiss him passionately. But my brain creates those scenarios and I would just blink them away, dad and I finally had a pleasant day talking to each other and bonding so I was not about to ruin it all so I could just try and get my dad to fuck me. We sat together, played some TV and continued drinking and we got really drunk by the evening. Dad was still on the couch, where he rested before, but now he was sitting, his huge sweaty feet on the ground, and as he got more and more drunk, his eyes were becoming heavier and his huge, thick hairy legs more spread open. As I sat across him we would laugh and talk, commenting on the football game on the screen, but my sight was locked onto his shorts whenever he was not looking back at me. My eyes wandered around his crotch, watching his cock move inside as he moved on the couch and commented on the game. I am hoping in these moments that he is not going to notice my drunk ass stare on his thick flaccid cock and heavy balls behind those shorts.
His hands were adjusting his thick cock from time to time, but during those moments he would look at me and my sight would lock on his eyes, because I had no choice. Even though we are both drunk as fuck, I didn't want to ruin his relaxed manner with me today by letting him know that I am a pervert for him, for my own father. The fact that he let himself just chill with his gay son and get so drunk, I thought to myself, he probably really needed a break from hanging out with mom only at all times. I hoped and manifested that this was my chance to get him to love me, but I the same way he loves mom, sexually and romantically.
He just started to ask me about boys that I like, but his tongue got so twisted inside his mouth from being drunk, that I laughed so hard and he joined me laughing. When we stopped I tried to respond and tell him a little about my type, but my tongue was now twisting and getting tangled with itself inside my mouth. We laughed so hard, and while laughing my sight automatically went to his crotch, but this time his hands also moved slowly from holding his fat belly laughing to grabbing his cock inside his shorts. Not sure did the alcohol or my manifestation work so fast but my sight barely landed on his eyes and immediatelly fell down to watch his hands on his cock. While adjusting and looking straight into my eyes, both our faces completely hooded by the alcohol consumed, my father tilted his head to his side, gesturing me to join him on the couch. I drunkenly throw myself toward him, without words, and I land right next to fathers right leg, that is spread on the couch. His hands continues playing with his cock over shorts, and his head tilts to mine connect us as we watch him holding his cock. I think to myself about how drunk we are right now, and I wonder if this is some sort of test that he is inflicting me with. I really hope that it is not since I just keep watching him play with his flaccid cock, while I rotate my head around a little so his beard scratches me all over.
Son - he breaks the silence - lay on your daddy's belly.
My hands get goosebumps from his command and I do so without a word, I move my head from being connected to his beard and I land my left side of the face on shirt his fat belly. My eyes get locked onto the spot where fathers shirt lifted a little, revealing a thick, black, hairy line going down from his navel and entering his shorts. He breathes hard, his breath hitting my hair from behind as I watch his hands move up his cock, and one of his fingers glides down his hairy treasure line, into his waistband. He pulls it a little bit away from his body, revealing a thick forest of curly pubes inside his underwear. Father then lifts his ass from the couch a little to let the backside of his shorts slide down his fat hairy ass while he starts pushing down the front. His half hard cock stands up immediatelly pointing towards my face on his belly when he pushes his waistband down his thick hairy thighs. I continue facing down, watching his shorts land on the floor around his hairy ankles, covering his huge feet. His left hand takes his cock and starts rubbing it and pulling it to the the side as I watch in awe, and his right hand firstly glides over my smooth cheek and then starts massaging and tangling his fingers in his musky forest covering his shaft. Dads cock starts getting wider and longer every second he plays with it, until it stand completely erected, almost touching my nose and lips, while I still lay on his fat belly. I look into the slit that is barely visible since fathers whole cock is covered in thick skin, some foreskin even loose at the top, so his tip is skincovered completely. I don't move a muscle, and none of us say a word. I just start inhaling his scent deep into me, and the musky, acidic smells of piss that is probably trapped inside his foreskin, intoxicate me and I get the shivers.
His hand moves to the back of my head, tangling his fingers into my hair while slowly adding pressure so my head lowers and his foreskin lightly brushes my lips. Fully intoxicated by his musky aromas feeling my nostrils I loose control and open my mouth lightly. Father bucks his hips up slightly and his tip starts entering my lips. I hear him gasp when my mouth cavity coats the tip in my saliva, his leg muscles jerk completely for a second, but he regains control fast and starts lowering his hips down a little. My teeth start nibbling lightly on the loose foreskin. I do so for a few minutes hearing father struggle to breath consistently. I stop for a second, stand up and then lower myself in between fathers spread, hairy legs. I kneel on the floor and look into his hooded eyes, my hand grasps over his wide hairy base, I point his cock up and let myself cover it with my mouth. I engulf the tip first looking into his eyes, his mouth lightly opens and he gasps out.
Alex.... my son..... you got no idea how much Dada needed this..... he gasp more and more as I suckle his tip. My tongue enters his foreskin and in a swift motion across his whole tip, it ends up cleaning all the gunk and piss remains from the inside, my eyes rolling as acidic tastes cover my tongue. I swallow my saliva full of fathers cock gunk, before saying.
Father, I waited for this my whole life. Stop controlling yourself, let go, lets enjoy this together. Please.
I lower my lips over his tip again, but this time I immediately engulf half of his lenght and remain there, waiting for my throat to relax, while my eyes full up with tears from my gagging.
Son, we can't tell anyone. Promise me.
He lowers his sight to meet mine but I remain locked on half his length trapped in my throat. He takes me by the hair on the back of my head and lightly jerks me away from his cock with a pop, a thick string of saliva breaking between his foreskin and my tongue. Father says.
Son, you need to actually promise me this before I really let myself go.
Father......
My eyes close around for a moment and my lips wrap around his huge hairy testicle. I suckle on it, while fathers eyes roll in pleasure, and his thick thigh muscles jerk again. I move my gaze to meet his.
I promise father. We don't need to discuss this with each other, and we can't mention it to anyone ever.
Father nodds, adding.
Not even to each other.... oh okay.
Then he roughly collects his saliva from his throat, nose and mouth, I open my mouth from bellow and he let's the huge chunky, white spit fall from his tongue into my open mouth, gliding down my tongue into my throat. I engulf his cock again, he buck's his hips forward into my mouth and doesn't stop. I gargle and swallow his veiny shafy, my neck and throat widens to let him in completely. My nose enters fathers pube forest and his balls hit my chin. My mouth is wide open, drooling at the corners, while father gasps and his belly fat shakes. He remains buried inside my throat, then lets out a moan and a roar. He moves back for a moment and I gag and gasp for air. I inhale and exhale deep a couple of times, string of saliva connecting his hip to the back of my mouth.
Are you ready son?
He asks roughly, gasping words out, spittles falling from his mouth and teeth. I remain unsure what exactly am I supposed to be ready for. I never in my life expected to even see my fathers cock up close. And now that I am here, I am ready to do anything for him, I love him with my whole body and I want to be his forever. Whatever he wants me to be ready for now, I am. I nodd from bellow and open my mouth wider. In fathers eyes something lights up when he sees me ready. He cups my chin with his calloused hand and his thumb pulls the corner of my mouth open wide. His other hand grabs my head from above keeping it steady. He points his throbbing erecting to my open mouth and he bucks his hips forward, filling my mouth and throat completely. I completely surrender. My eyes tear up and I gasp and choke, but I let him hold me steady, burried inside, my nose inhaling at his wet pubes. Just like that baby, let me fuck your head.
He bucks back, leaving my throat and mouth open and as I gasp for my breath, he burries himself back inside completely. Fuck yeah.
He moans, his face rough, red and sweaty. When he bucks back again, I swallow the liquids from my full mouth, and get two shallow breaths, before he shoves himself back inside. His leg muscles harden, he stopps breathing. This time he keeps himself burried for what felt like hours to me. He then growled and let out a deep breathless AHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
I gargled and gasped, my throat closing roughly around his girth, that was jerking and ejaculating deep inside. His head was shaking and his breath was crazy. I barely got any air through my nose for however long his excruciating orgasm lasted.
Oh oh oh oh ah ah ah fuck...fuck...faggot fuck.... he gasped while the base of his cock pumped the semen deep into my throat. More gagging on that creamy thick cum. I tasted none of it at first. When he finished ejaculating, he started shakingly bucking backward from the depths of my throat. I gasped for breaths like crazy, swallowing the liquids and breathing hard, my lungs almost collapsing. After a few seconds of shock, I look up seeing fathers eyes closed, his hairy chest and belly gasping for air too. His cock remained inside my mouth so I take my hand, grasp the base of his girth, and slowly milk the remains of his semen onto my tongue. When I started licking him clean, sucking his sensitive tip that was still trapped in my mouth, fathers whole body shaked a few more times..
I could see his eyes changing as the guilt started to rise in his body in the aftermath of the biggest orgasm he has experienced in his whole life. But he also looked like he was battling the guilt, because he took his fat hairy cock and pushed it back into my throat, and looked into my eyes from above. I move back for a second, getting my eyes up to meet his, I whisper.
Thank you for this father.... I let my tongue out across his thick shaft, collecting the saliva sliding down his whole lenght.
He watched my tongue go around his wet shaft as he was contemplating what I just asked. He then moved his hairy leg and placed his thigh on my shoulder to make my face stay locked on his old cock. We spend the rest of the evening connected at my mouth and his cock, romantically just caressing and enjoying each others touches.
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