I grew up convinced that my dad was the greatest human being on the planet. From bandaging a skinned knee to convincing me that a failed test wasn't the end of the world to comforting me when I experienced my first broken heart, he was always there when I needed him. My mother never was. Or at least not always...and especially not after I came out...on my eighteenth birthday.
And then the fights between my parents started. Small ones at first, then bigger ones, and then even bigger ones. There was no telling what would set my mother off anymore. And yes, the fights were her fault. Always. I'm not trying to take sides; I'm just telling it the way it was. Her drinking didn't help. Dad told me not to worry, that it would all blow over. Instead, it all blew up...on the night of my graduation.
I was walking toward the high school, already wearing my cap and gown, when I suddenly remembered the gift that I'd bought for my best friend, Heath. Several of us were heading out on a graduation trip immediately after the ceremony, and if I didn't give it to him that night, he would be annoyed for the whole trip. So, I turned around and walked the few blocks back to my house.
The present was right where I'd left it...so I wouldn't forget it...on the entryway table. I grabbed the package and turned to go, but I caught my reflection in the mirror above the table. And that was my first mistake. I stopped to admire how good I looked in my cap and gown. How smart. How grown up. Ready to take on the world. I should have known it was too good to be true, because that's when I heard the latest fight taking place in my parents' bedroom upstairs. I should have left immediately, but instead, I climbed the stairs...
"It's all your fault!" Mom screamed.
"What have I done this time?" Dad asked wearily.
"It's what you haven't done!" she yelled. "You're not a man. You're a sad excuse for a man. A weakling. A nothing. And you've turned my son into the same namby-pamby nothing!"
I moved down the hallway toward their room. Unable to stop myself. Wanting to stop them. Wanting them to stop.
"There's nothing wrong with our son," Dad defended me. "Colby is the--"
Just as I reached their bedroom door, mom replied, "My son! MY son! Colby is MY son. NOT YOURS!"
I froze. The entire house went silent.
"You don't know what you're saying," Dad finally said, softly but firmly.
Mom gave a derisive laugh. "You're a fool, Avery. I was pregnant before I married you. It used to make me laugh whenever someone said how much Colby looks like you. Not a chance in hell of that!"
The argument continued as I quickly and quietly backtracked down the hall, down the stairs, and out of the house. I stumbled back to the high school and somehow made it through the evening. I don't actually remember anything about the ceremony. It was long and pointless. Even crossing the stage to receive my diploma felt like little more than a dream. Then it was over, and people were celebrating all around me.
The only moment I do remember clearly is when Dad suddenly appeared before me. "Congratulations, Colby," he said, stiffly holding out his hand to shake mine.
"Thanks...Dad," I finally managed, taking his hand and forcing a smile. "Where's Mom?"
Dad hesitated and looked around nervously before delivering the latest of his many excuses for her. "She had a sudden headache."
"That's too bad," I replied flatly. We both knew it wasn't true, but it didn't matter anymore.
"I love you, Son," he said suddenly before pulling me forward into a tight hug. "You're the best, and don't you ever forget it," he whispered in my ear.
"Thanks, Dad," I replied without any hesitation. "I love you too," I added, holding him even tighter.
Dad actually sniffled in my ear before quickly pulling back and wiping away the tears that I was shocked to see on his face. "Just happy tears," he replied with a forced smile. "Really. Enjoy your trip."
My friend Heath arrived at that moment and replied for me. "Oh, we will, sir. Definitely. Right, Colby?" he asked, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.
"Right," I replied, giving my dad a sad smile.
"Good," Dad replied, looking me in the eyes. "You take care of him, Heath."
"Will do, sir," Heather replied, having no idea what the moment was really about.
And then my dad slowly turned and walked away. As he disappeared into the crowd, I whispered, "Bye, Dad."
*****
By the time I got back from the graduation trip, there wasn't a single sign of Dad...Avery...left in the house. All of the pictures were gone. All of his things were gone. It was like he'd never ever lived there. When I asked Mom what was going on, she just replied flatly, "We're getting divorced." I didn't have to ask why, and if she noticed my lack of curiosity, she didn't comment on it. Instead, as I climbed the stairs to my bedroom, she just shouted, "And I've told him that he's not allowed to see you! HE'S NOT YOUR FATHER!"
"I'M EIGHTEEN, YOU KNOW!" I yelled back before slamming my bedroom door on her.
*****
I didn't see Avery at all that summer. First, he went back to his hometown to spend some time with his parents and regroup. We exchanged a few texts while he was away, but they were stiff. Before the breakup, they had been full of "Dad" and "Son," but those words were suddenly, conspicuously absent.
When he returned to town and had his own place, I asked if I could visit, but he didn't think it was a good idea. "Your mother wouldn't like it," he texted me.
"FUCK HER!" I texted back.
"Don't be like that, Colby. You're better than that. I know you are. I love you."
"Love you too," I had replied...and that was the last of our texts for a while.
*****
I was so miserable that summer that Heath's parents invited me on their family vacation! It was good to get away from "home" and I enjoyed being around Heath. He had an infectious, fun-loving nature, and I needed to be surrounded by that kind of energy. He and I exchanged blowjobs now and then, but while we both agreed that it was fun, there weren't any real sparks. It just felt like there was something missing.
"What you really need is to get laid," he said one day when I was feeling particularly down and his jokes weren't doing their trick. That one did it, though, and I laughed.
"By you?" I asked with a smile.
"You could do worse," he smiled back, grabbing his crotch suggestively.
"We..."
"I know, you're saving that for Mr. Right instead of Mr. Right Now."
"Yeah," I admitted, "but you'd be the perfect Mr. Right Now if that's what I was looking for."
"Too late, you missed your chance," he laughed, changing the conversation and telling me all about the other adventures he had planned for us that day.
*****
The joy that Heath and his family managed to bring into my life for those precious two weeks evaporated as soon as I got home and walked in to find Mom smashed to the gills as she celebrated her divorce being final...and that she had officially wiped Avery from my birth certificate!
"Now I can finally start to live!" she declared.
"Good luck with that," I grumbled, heading out to the kitchen to grab a bottle of chilled champagne.
When Mom saw me heading for the front door with the bottle, she asked, "Where do you think you're going with that, you little bastard?"
"I am what you made me," I replied before slamming the door behind me.
*****
I went straight to Avery's apartment. I knew where he lived even though he'd never asked me over. Sort of stalkerish, I know, but I just needed to know where he was and that he was okay...that he was there. I rang the doorbell again and again. I knocked on the door again and again. I pounded on the door, desperately wanting to be let in. To see Avery...my Dad. But there was no response.
I started to cry. The tears ran down my face as I leaned my forehead against the door. I sobbed and sobbed, letting out months of built-up frustration and grief. It all came out in a flood of emotion. When the sobs finally subsided, I sank to the floor, opened the bottle of champagne, and started to drink...and drink...and drink. Eventually, I curled up with the empty bottle and fell asleep...or passed out.
"Colby?" Dad's voice swam to me through the thick haze, and I opened my eyes to see him kneeling beside me. "What are you doing here? And what have you been drinking?" he asked taking the bottle from me. "Colby! Did you drink this whole thing?" he asked, and he finally sounded like my dad again.
"Yes, Dad," I muttered, sorry to disappoint him.
"Let's get you inside," he ordered, standing up and unlocking the door.
"Don't tell Mom I'm here," I mumbled as he helped me to my feet.
"Your mom isn't my concern anymore," he laughed derisively. "But you still are," he added softly as he helped me into the apartment and closed the door behind us.
"I'm gonna be sick," I groaned.
"Hold on!" he ordered before literally sweeping me up in his arms and rushing me toward the restroom.
"Oh fuck," I groaned...before throwing up all over both of us as we arrived in the bathroom.
"Colby!" Dad growled, in his old dad voice.
"I'm sorry, Dad," I apologized, wiping my mouth and then resting my head on his shoulder.
"Well, I guess there's only one thing to do now," he said before carrying me into the shower.
"What?" I asked, still too out of it to know what exactly was going on. "OH FUCK!" I roared when he turned on the shower and we were blasted with cold water.
"That's better," he laughed, putting me down to stand on my own two feet.
"Stop it," I whined, trying to block the cold water.
"Not until you're all cleaned up," he laughed, using his hands to help wash the vomit off of my clothes and his.
"Okay," I mumbled as I began to fumble with the buttons on my shirt.
"What are you doing?" he laughed again.
"Getting clean," I replied sensibly as I took off my shirt and dropped it on the shower floor. "You too," I laughed, grabbing his wet T-shirt and ripping it off over his head before he could object. But he did object.
"Stop it, Colby," you don't know what you're doing.
"Getting clean," I laughed as I stripped off my jeans and underwear and dropped them on the shower floor. I reached for a bar of soap that was on a shelf, but the soap slipped from my hands. "Whoops," I laughed as I bent over to pick it up. I quickly turned to him with a wicked smile. "I hear it's risky to drop soap in the shower."
"Colby, that's enough," he replied, again using his strict dad voice.
"But you can't get clean with these on," I mumbled practically as I tried to undo his jeans.
"Stop it!" he ordered gruffly, and I did.
The fun went out of the moment...and the energy went out of me. I sank to the shower floor. "I'm sorry, Dad," I muttered, and then I started to cry again.
Avery squatted down in front of me and took me by the shoulders. "Look at me, Colby. Look at me," he repeated softly, and I obeyed him. "This isn't how I wanted to tell you, but... I'm not your dad...not your biological dad."
"I know," I replied, gulping back a sob and wiping the tears away, although the shower was doing a good job of washing them away. "I heard Mom tell you the night of my graduation."
"You...?"
"And she told me to my face this evening. She's even changed my birth certificate," I whined.
"Oh, Colby, I'm so sorry," he said before wrapping me in a protective embrace.
"I hate her," I mumbled.
"Don't say that."
"But I love you," I confirmed. Then I looked Avery in the eyes...and kissed him. Not like he was my dad. But like he was the man I'd loved all my life. Who had always been there for me. Who would always be there for me. And he kissed me back! Deeply. Passionately.
I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight as my lips parted to let his tongue slip into my mouth. He wanted it as much as I did. He'd waited for it as long as I had. Neither of us realizing it, but both of us waiting for it. Our breath and saliva mingled. Our body heat merged as we clung together. I grabbed Avery's hand and pushed it toward my stiffening cock...but he jerked back like he'd just been burned by a hot stove.
For a moment, we just looked at each other, gasping with lust and excitement as the shower water rained down on us. "Not like this, Colby," he finally replied. "You're not yourself."
"I am!" I assured him.
"With a bottle of champagne inside you?" he smiled.
"I want you inside me," I blurted out to convince him, and his smile disappeared. "I want you to be the first."
"Not like this," he repeated softly as he stood up and towered over me. "Finish getting cleaned up. We'll have dinner. You'll sober up. You'll sleep on it. And then we'll talk in the morning." He was definitely back in practical dad mode, and I knew there was no chance of changing his mind...at that moment.
"Yes, sir," I mumbled as he stepped out of the shower. I held my breath and watched as he struggled to remove his sopping-wet jeans and underwear. I only got a glimpse of his firm, muscular butt cheeks, but my cock surged back to attention quickly before he wrapped a towel around his waist and left the bathroom.
*****
We hardly talked at dinner. I kept glancing at Avery, but he concentrated on his plate. I helped him wash up afterward, but all I got was a short thank you.
"I'll get you a blanket and pillow for the sofa," he finally said as he left the room.
"Can't I sleep with you?" I called after him quickly.
"It's the sofa for you tonight," he replied sternly when he returned and started to make up the sofa.
I stripped down to my underwear, not risking more, and climbed under the blanket.
"Good night," Avery said softly as he walked away.
"Aren't you going to tuck me in?" I asked with a smile.
Avery turned and smiled back at me. "You're a big boy now. You can handle that yourself."
"Okay, Daddy," I replied with a smile, shocking myself as well as Avery. The shower had apparently not totally counteracted the champagne.
"Good night," he repeated quickly and disappeared to his own bedroom.
*****
When I finally woke up in the wee hours of the morning, I had a splitting headache. I remembered most of what had happened the night before. For a moment, I was mortified about forcing Avery to touch my hard cock in the shower...and then my morning cock started getting hard again at the thought of it. My mind also reminded me how tender and passionate the kiss had been. Avery hadn't pulled away from that. He had enjoyed that moment as much as I had. My heart started racing with a never-before-known excitement...and then my head started pounding.
I climbed off of the sofa and stumbled to the bathroom in search of some aspirin. I looked in the bathroom mirror and debated with myself. He's your dad. No, he isn't. But he's like your dad. But he's not! You love him. And he loves me. You want him to take your cherry. And after a long pause... Yes.
I opened the medicine cabinet and found the aspirin. I took a couple tablets and then put the bottle back. As I was about to close the cabinet door, I noticed something else... KY Jelly. I took the tube in my hand and looked at it closely. Heath and I had talked about what it would be like to get fucked, and he'd said he would never do it without A LOT of lube. We'd had a good laugh about that.
I glanced from the lube in my hand to the hard cock in my underwear. "Now or never," I mumbled.
*****
I quietly crept into Avery's bedroom. Traces of the last of the moonlight were filtering through the blinds. The blankets were pushed down around his waist, revealing his firm, muscular, slightly hairy chest that I'd always found so impressive...and comforting. I stood looking down at his sleeping face for a while. He grunted in his sleep, breaking me out of my reverie. I took a deep "here we go" breath, placed the lube on the nightstand, and stepped out of my underwear.
As gently as possible, so as not to disturb Avery, I climbed into bed with my back toward him. As I settled the blanket back over the two of us, I slowly scooted back until I could feel the heat of his body against mine. A little farther, and I could feel the hair of his chest lightly tickling my back. I slowly pushed my butt back and was a little disappointed to discover that Avery's dick was securely encased in his underwear.
Avery grunted, and I froze as he draped an arm over my side and pulled me back tight against his body. He nuzzled my neck...and then seemed to settle back into his deep sleep. I just smiled and relaxed into the pleasure of being held in Avery's arms.
*****
I eventually woke up with the cock crow...well, with the cock nudge. I don't know what exact time it was when Avery grunted and ground his hard cock against me, but I was wide awake in an instant. I held my breath as he gently continued to grind his hard flesh against my bare ass. I was only disappointed that his underwear was still between his rigid cock and my virgin hole. He grunted again and then pulled me back into a tight spoon. "Mmm," he sighed, gently tweaking my nipple and nuzzling my neck again before settling back into his deep sleep.
I exhaled a slow shaky breath and then tried to settle back into a normal breathing rhythm to match Avery's. His hard cock continued to be pressed against me, but he wasn't grinding it anymore. I figured whatever dream he'd been having was over. Eventually, I carefully turned over in his arms until I was facing him. I just wanted to stare at his sleeping face...and feel my own hard cock pressed against his.
I risked gently rubbing my shaft against the front of his underwear, and it felt good. Not grinding. Just rubbing. Feeling the fabric on my flesh. But I wanted more than that. Continuing to look at his closed eyes, I slid my hand down between us and worked it carefully into the opening of his underwear. I gulped when my fingers brushed through his pubes and wrapped around his rod. I held my breath again and slowly extracted his cock through the front of his underwear.
Avery grunted and mumbled, but his eyes stayed closed. I started breathing again, enjoying the sensation of his warm, hard flesh wrapped inside my now-sweaty fist. And then, I slowly, carefully, gently began stroking his shaft. At first, there was no response, but I continued sliding my hand up and down the shaft, and he finally responded with another grunt and a mumble.
Although he stayed asleep, a look of satisfied enjoyment, washed over his face. At least that's what I thought it was. Anyway, it made him look so adorable that I couldn't resist... I leaned in closely and kissed him lightly on the lips. I paused and waited. I could feel his lips trembling against mine as his cock throbbed in my fist. And then he opened his eyes...
"COLBY!" he yelped, pulling away from me, by I didn't let go of his cock. "What are you doing?"
"Starting the day like I want to start every day for the rest of my life," I whispered back. Then I looked him steadily in the eyes as I resumed stroking his pulsing shaft.
"But I'm you're dad!" he objected.
"No, you're not," I reminded him. "And if it means we can do this now, I'm fine with that."
"You don't know what you're doing," he objected, but with less conviction.
"But I'm willing to learn," I smiled. "You taught me to ride a bike. Now teach me to ride this," I said, squeezing his shaft.
Avery let out an involuntary groan of pleasure. "Oh, Colby," he moaned.
"Mom kicked you out of her life," I continued. "I'm just inviting you into mine. Into me..."
"I love you, Colby," he persisted, "but..."
"But you don't want me," I finished for him, finally letting go of his dick.
"I want you more than anything," he suddenly blurted out before reaching out to wrap his arms around me and pull me against him. "It's just that...," he whispered in my ear.
"You don't like guys," I finished for him again.
Avery let out a hearty laugh and pulled his head back to look me in the eye. "I REALLY like guys," he smiled at me. "Your mother was the exception. I was curious about what I was missing...and she caught me."
"With me," I replied.
"Yes, with wonderful you," Avery smiled. "And I don't regret a moment of it, not as far as you are concerned. I got to see you grow up into a wonderful man, and I am so proud of that. I always will be." He cupped my cheek in his palm for a moment and stared at me. "I just don't want you to mistake sadness about our changing relationship for love. I'll always be there for you, if that's what you want. But you don't have to do this to guarantee that."
"I'm not mistaken," I replied cupping his cheek with my palm and returning his searching stare. "I love you for who you are, not what you were. You are the man I love more than anyone else in this world. As they say, you can't choose your parents, but you can choose your partner. And I'm choosing you, if you'll choose me."
"Oh, Colby," he sighed, leaning in and kissing me. It was like the kiss in the shower but even more intense, as if he needed to prove how much he wanted me. And when we finally parted, I was breathless...and my cock was throbbing and pulsing wildly. "But you know it won't be easy."
I smiled and replied, "Don't worry, I found your lube in the bathroom."
Avery burst out laughing again and it took a while for him to recover. "Oh, Colby, I wasn't talking about that. I was talking about what people will say. They'll gossip about what they think we did while I was still married to your mother. While you were still younger."
"Then we'll go away where no one knows us. Just you and me. That cute couple, Avery and Colby."
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"Absolutely," I replied, there's nothing to keep us here anymore. But maybe you should fuck me first just to make sure."
Avery pulled me to him and we rolled around in bed, laughing and grinding our dicks together. "I do love you," he confirmed when we finally settled down.
I quickly grabbed the lube from the nightstand and held it out to him. "Then prove it," I ordered him with a wink.
"Let's take it slower than that," he said, taking the lube from me but dropping it on the blanket before he reached under and found our two cocks pressed together. He wrapped his fist around both of them, as far as he could, and stroked them together.
"Oh yeah, I sighed, "that feels good."
"It sure does," he whispered back before leaning in for another kiss. Our lips wet against each other. Our tongues dueling with each other. Our breath and saliva mingling as we began to become one. "Oh, Colby," he murmured into my mouth.
"Yes, Daddy?" I whispered back, and his eyes flew wide open.
"Colby," he growled.
"Yes, Daddy," I grinned.
"Only in bed," he finally smiled back at me.
"Whatever you say, Daddy."
Avery hesitated for a moment, then he asked, "Have you ever sucked a dick...Son?"
"Oh yeah," I assured him, which I think surprised him. "Just Heath's."
"I always did wonder about you two."
"It was just good, not-so-clean fun," I assured him. "Nothing more. Heath will tell you the same."
"I don't want to bust up another relationship," Avery smiled.
"You're not. He knows I've been looking for Mr. Right. I just didn't know I was already living with him."
Avery got a wicked gleam in his eye and said, "Why don't you show Daddy how you suck cock, Son."
"Yes, Daddy," I said eagerly throwing off the blanket and diving down for my first look at Avery's hard, drooling dick. "Nice," I hissed, before licking the glistening head.
"Mmm," Avery sighed as my lips slid over the helmet and started down his shaft.
"Mmm," I echoed as I swallowed him, sliding my lips up and down, along with my fist. Stroking him. Sucking him. Clutching his hairy balls with my other hand.
"Oh yeah, that's it, Son," he moaned, slightly fucking his meat through my fist and into my mouth.
"Mmmph," I groaned when he suddenly gripped my own cock and started stroking it in time with my sucking.
"Nice," he whispered, and I felt him tugging on my cock. I adjusted my position and soon felt his tongue lapping at my leaking cockhead in return. "And delicious."
"Mmm," I moaned as his lips passed my helmet and wrapped around my shaft, taking me deeper and deeper into his mouth. Playing with my balls as well. Gripping them. Squeezing them. Tugging on them. I found myself imitating everything he was doing to me. Learning what he liked. What he wanted.
We sucked each other contentedly for some time, and then I finally pulled off and looked up the bed at him. "How was that, Dad?"
He pulled his mouth off of his cock and smiled back. "Not bad, Son. Not bad at all," he replied, still stroking my spit-slicked shaft.
"Fuck you," I laughed with mock indignation at the weak compliment.
"I thought you were the one who wanted to get fucked," he replied with a smile, and then we both went deadly serious.
"Do you want to?" I asked.
"Only if you want me to," he assured me.
"Oh yeah," I hissed. "I want this inside me," I smiled, tightening my grip on his shaft as I stroked it.
Avery licked his lips and gulped. "You've really never...?"
"Not yet," I replied with a grin, "although Heath tried his best to convince me to let him do it before we agreed to be just suck-buddies."
"I'm glad you didn't succumb to peer pressure, Son," Avery actually giggled.
"Oh, Dad!" I replied with a mock groan.
"I really do want to fuck your virgin ass if you want me to," Avery said. "It will be the proudest moment of my life."
"Then here's the lube, Dad," I smiled, grabbing the tube and tossing it to him. "I'm ready to learn how to ride a cock."
"Damn, I love you, Colby," he smiled.
"I love you too... Avery." I wanted him to know I wasn't kidding around. He was the man for me. It wasn't a joke. I wanted Avery, the man, to fuck me. "Now, what do we do?"
"Well, you just let me worry about getting your ass ready while you keep sucking me."
"Yes, Dad," I laughed, as he got me into position kneeling over him with his cock in my face and my ass in his face.
"Yeah, that's it, Son," he sighed as I quickly returned to the joy of sucking on his cock and playing with his balls. That didn't keep me from noticing when he spread my butt cheeks and I felt a lubed-up finger swirling around my pucker.
"Mmm," I moaned, flexing my muscles to kind of make my pucker wink at him, which made him chuckle.
"Relax and open up for Daddy," he instructed me, and I obeyed. "That's it," he hissed as his first lubed finger slid easily into my asshole. I moaned as he seesawed it in and out of me for a while before working a second lubed finger in beside the first.
"Mmm," I moaned, flexing my ass on the invaders as I continued to suck hungrily on his leaking cock.
"I think this should be enough," he said casually as he worked yet another lubed finger into me. Stretching me with their joint volume. Spreading my hole by spreading his fingers inside it.
I let his dick slide out of my mouth, arched my head back, and groaned with pleasure. "Oh god, that feels good."
"It's supposed to," he confirmed as he continued prepping me, stretching me, spreading me, lubing me.
"Mmm," I sighed, swaying slightly onto his fingers. "So good."
"Don't forget my cock, Son," he hissed.
"Sorry, Dad," I apologized before quickly dropping my head to suck him some more. Savoring him. Teasing him. Making sure he was as hard as he could possibly get.
"That's better," Avery sighed, fucking his dick into my mouth while his fingers continued working my ass. "I never guessed you were sitting on such a beautiful ass all these years," he murmured.
I let his dick slip out of my mouth again and asked, "Are you just going to admire it, or are you going to fuck it."
"What do you want me to do, Son?"
I looked over my shoulder and smiled, "Fuck me, Daddy."
"Right, then," he replied, pulling his fingers out of me and slapping me on the ass. "I think you're ready for your first riding lesson, Son. Spin around and straddle my cock," he ordered.
In a flash, I was kneeling over Avery's crotch and smiling down at him. "Now what?" I asked like a puppy, eager to please.
Avery smiled at me and slowly stroked my leaking cock. A bead of precum oozed out onto his thumb, and he released my cock to suck his thumb clean. "Mmm," he sighed, giving me a wink. "You are so delicious." Then he resumed stroking my cock and reached his other hand under my balls to grip his own shaft.
"Oh yeah," I grinned when I felt the head of his cock guided right at my tight pucker.
"You sure about this, Colby?" he asked seriously.
"More than anything in my life, Avery," I assured him.
"Then relax and slowly sit down on my cock," he ordered. I bit my lip and slowly relaxed my straining thigh muscles to lower my ass onto the waiting cock. My tight pucker resisted at first, but Avery kept his cock firmly on target. I could feel him pushing up as I pushed down. "Relax," he whispered.
I took a huge breath, held it for a second, then exhaled. My muscles relaxed, my ass was lowered, and Avery's helmet entered me for the first time. "Oh god," I groaned as I sank down onto his raging hardon. Stretching me more than his fingers had. Filling me as his cock slid deeper and deeper into my guts. Thrilling me as I felt nerves being stimulated that had never been stimulated before. I let out a long, low, satisfied moan when I reached the end of the road. Avery's cock was buried entirely in my ass. We were finally one.
"Are you okay?" he asked softly.
I smiled down at him. "I'm better than okay, Dad."
"Then ride me, Son," he grinned back. "Ride my daddy cock."
"Yes, sir," I replied, flexing my thighs to lift my ass off of his cock and then relaxing back down onto it. Feeling every inch of his flesh as it left me and then re-entered me. The cool lube warming up with every advance and retreat of his cock. Friction. In and out. Friction. Up and down.
"See, just like riding a bike," he winked at me.
"Only better," I laughed. "Way better!"
"God, I love you, Colby," he hissed as he thrust his shaft up and into me.
"I love you to, Avery," I replied, leaning forward to kiss him desperately.
"Mmm," he moaned into my mouth as he raised his hips to keep his cock inside my ass while we kissed.
"Don't worry," I replied, sitting up, "I'm not letting your cock escape that easily now that I finally have it."
"Have you always been this horny?" Avery asked as I returned to riding his cock and enjoying every inch of it.
"Only since I knew it was no longer wrong for us to do this," I replied after a moment. "I've always loved doing things with you. And now this is the ultimate thing. I want to do it all the time. I never want to stop."
"I might need a rest now and then," he laughed. "I'm not as young as you are." He reached up his hands toward mine, and I took them, twining our fingers together.
"When you get tired, just let me do all the work," I grinned down at him. And holding his hands tightly for balance and leverage, I really began to ride his cock. Faster and faster. Flexing my muscular thighs. Dropping my ass on his cock. From head to balls. Again and again. Rising up and slamming down. Again and again.
"Oh god, Colby," Avery moaned as he started really thrusting his cock up into me. Deep, sharp, driving thrust.
"Yeah, fuck me, Daddy," I growled, continuing to ride the thrusting cock under me. Like a wild, crazed bucking bronc. "Fuck me!"
"Don't--! Don't--! Don't stop!" he panted, clutching our hands even tighter together.
"Never," I promised him, and I meant it. I wanted to ride Avery's cock to the end of my days, or to the end of his days, or to the end of time. "Cum inside me," I begged him. "Make us one. You and me. Forever."
"OH FUCK, COLBY!" he suddenly roared, ramming his cock up so hard and fast that it knocked the wind out of me for a moment.
"Oh fuck," I grunted.
"TAKE IT!" he ordered, ramming me again and again and again.
"DO IT, DADDY!" I begged.
"OH FUCK, SON!" he roared, fucking my ass frantically as I tried to continue to ride the out-of-control stallion. "I'M GONNA CUM!"
"ME TOO!" I yelled back, suddenly realizing it was the truth. I wasn't ready for it to end, but my body had other ideas. "FUCK THE CUM OUT OF ME, AVERY!"
He gritted his teeth and stared at me intensely for another series of quick, deep thrusts, then he growled between those gritted teeth, "GONNA FILL YOUR ASS, COLBY!" And with that, he gave one final thrust that raised me higher in the air. "YEAH!" he roared, thrusting me even higher as his balls started unloading all of their daddy seed into me. "YES!"
"FUCK YEAH!" I yelled back as my ass flexed and my muscles jerked and my bouncing cock suddenly unleashed a torrent of cum all over the place. Covering Avery's body as his cock filled my ass. Both of us firing off our loads. Shot after shot. Mutual release. Cum inside. Cum outside. Hot, creamy blasts of cum!
"Oh god," Avery finally moaned before his body relaxed and collapsed back down onto the bed.
"Oh god yeah," I moaned as my own body relaxed and I collapsed forward onto Avery's cum-covered body with our hands still gripped together. Our fingers still entwined. Both of us panting and gasping from the exertion.
Avery kissed the top of my head, and I lifted up slightly to kiss him on the lips. Gently. Satisfied. He smiled at me, took a deep breath, let it out, and then said, "Not bad for your first ride, Son."
"I have the best teacher ever, Dad."
Then we both broke into a gale of laughter as we hugged each other tightly.
"I love you, Colby," he finally whispered in my ear.
"I love you too, Avery," I replied, slipping off to the side to relieve him of the weight of my body but still hugging him.
The first rays of the new sunrise filter through the blinds as we both relaxed in the blissful wake of our new beginning.
*****
When I finally told Heath that I had found Mr. Right...and who he was...and who he wasn't (biologically speaking), my buddy just laughed and said, "Confusing and weird but cool. I can't wait to hear how it goes when your mother meets her new son-in-law." Then he thought for a second and added, "I guess this means I have to find someone else to suck my cock."
"I'm afraid so," I grinned, "but we can still hang out."
"Why would I want to hang out with a daddy-fucking pervert?" he asked with a laughed.
"Because a daddy-fucking pervert is the only person who wants to hang out with you."
"Fair enough," he agreed. "Let's go get a burger."
"Sounds good to me."
"I'm not sure I trust what sounds good to you anymore," he laughed.
"Fuck off."
"Only if you call me 'daddy.'"
"Never happening," I laughed. "Are you paying?"
"Don't I always?"
At eighteen, I had the love of my life and the best friend ever. What more could I want?
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