Homebound with Dad

"I'm home, Danny!" I heard my Dad exclaim downstairs just the moment I started cumming. My throbbing dick shot out a thick spurt of hot semen as my asshole clenched around my trusty old dildo that had been exploited heavily for the past two weeks. Living in the middle of nowhere has its perks, but getting cut off from the outside world by a massive snowstorm wasn't one of them. With no one to hook up with around, my libido was soaring. I couldn't focus on anything else other than the insatiable need to get my hole filled. Unfortunately, the dildo didn't cut it, no matter how long I'd ride it or how many positions I'd try. I needed a real dick and I needed it fast.

I wiped the cum off myself with an already stained T-shirt and threw on a pair of undies. Despite the heavy winter, it was warm inside. Dad always made sure there was enough wood for the fire to keep us cozy.

"Yo dad" I made my way downstairs. "Any luck with clearing out the road?"

"Nah…" Dad took off his shoes and jacket, leaving a puddle of melting snow by the door. His cheeks and nose were rosy from the cold. "We've been working for hours but there's still more to do. Must have been a small avalanche up there." He said and began unbuttoning his shirt, revealing glistening fur on his chest. The wet strands of dark hair stuck together and seemed to be flowing downwards in a wavy pattern. The work must have left him sweaty.

Dad and I had some quick dinner he picked up on his way back, after which he decided to retire for the night. I let him be, seeing how exhausted he was. The rest of the evening went by equally boring as every other one recently. I tried playing a video game, sexted with a fuck buddy of mine, took a long shower and eventually jumped into bed. I tossed and turned but sleep never came. What came instead were thoughts of my past sexcapades. The jock that fucked me in the back alley after a concert, my ex's roommate who loved getting sloppy seconds and adding a load to my already used hole, and finally the nerdy theatre kid with a questionable reputation and an unquestionably large cock. All of them kept me awake and longing for some stimulation. If only there was someone to bang me, I wouldn't really care who it was, I thought. A hot older neighbor, perhaps… nah, only elderly women in the nearest proximity. I sighed wistfully, and after another couple of restless minutes, kicked the blanket off and got up. I was just about to reach for my dildo again, when a wild thought struck me.

What if… no, no way. Get it out of your head.

I went back to bed, but it was no use. Now, all I could think of was my dad taking his shirt off a few hours earlier. His manly, sweaty body covered in dark hair.

What the hell!? He was my dad, for fuck's sake. I shouldn't be thinking about him that way.

But Dad would always care for me. Why wouldn't he take this extra step to make his boy feel good?

I felt my cock throb at the thought and without even thinking, I realized I was out of my bed again, now walking down the corridor to my dad's room.

Before I opened his door, I realized I was completely naked and sporting a huge boner. If I was going to make this step, I'd play all in.

I hesitated for what seemed to be another hour. He was my father. I couldn't do this. I shouldn't do this. Yet, I needed it. I needed another man to help me out. I needed dick, no matter who it belonged to.

I pushed the door open and entered Dad's room. My eyes were adjusted to the darkness, so I saw him right away. Sprawled across the bed, he was fast asleep. He must have skipped shower and gone straight to bed, as a musky scent of his sweat filled the room. If I had any doubts left, they dissipated now. All I wanted was to get in that bed and bury my face in my Dad's hairy armpit.

Nevertheless, my heart was pounding and I kept my moves slow. Gently, I approached the bed, taking in the sight. Dad was well built even if he sported some fat around his belly. The generous layer of fur made him look all the sexier, his chest lifting up and down as he drew each breath. His face seemed relaxed and kind, framed by a thick beard. The resemblance between us was obvious and I was glad to have the genes of a man this handsome. I could think of a way to thank him for them.

Discarding all reservations, I slowly made my way onto the bed, moving on my hands and knees. I had enough time to admire my father's manly feet, hairy calves and thick thighs, exposed to me as if he knew I'd come in here tonight. I moved further up, feeling my own hardon throb uncontrollably and my heart pounding in my chest. There it was, right before my eyes. The thing I came here for. And to my surprise, it seemed already a little chubbed up. I hovered above Dad's thick cock, laying there in a soft patch of pubes. The musky scent filled my nostrils like natural poppers, sending me into a different state. I want nothing else than to feel this dick harden and fill me. It looked so juicy, so appealing. I don't know when I started licking. First I was gentle, caressing the shaft with slow, long strokes, savoring the taste of the tool that made me. However, I couldn't keep myself away for long, and finally I grabbed Dad's girthy member and put it right in my mouth. It felt so good to finally feel a man, to have my favorite taste on my tongue again. I lost myself in pleasure and my sucking must have become more energetic, cause I felt the hairy body under me move.

"Wh- what the fuck?" my father groaned and I felt panic wash over me. His cock sprung out of my mouth and hit Dad's belly with a sloppy sound. It was glistening with my spit and I could notice it got much harder by now. I looked up at Dad's face, equally horrified and turned on. This was it. He was either going to kill me or let me continue. I waited for his reaction, but it wasn't coming. With every second of silence, I was getting more and more scared. I looked down finally, not able to bear his gaze, but to my surprise his boner was still in peak hardness. With a shaky hand, I reached for the cock that made me and gave it a gentle squeeze. That seemed to unlock Dad's ability to speak.

"What the fuck" he repeated. "Danny… what the fuck!"

I continued to stroke him, still unable to look him in the eye. I felt a pleasant warmth in my hand and I could have sworn I felt a throb or two.

"Danny… you're my son, you can't…" he spoke, but sounded far from convinced. When I finally looked at his face, I didn't see anger or disappointment. That made me relax and soon I remembered why I was here.

"Dad…" I spoke, lifting myself up. I sat with my legs spread, aware that my hard on was on display. Dad's eyes darted to it immediately. "I know this isn't something sons usually do with their fathers, but…" I leaned forward and placed my palm on his furry pecs. I could feel his heart pound in his chest.

"Danny, I'm your…"

"You're my father, I know" I looked straight into his eyes. "But I need cock. My hole is hungry, dad. I need my boy pussy stretched and filled up and you're the only one who can give it to me. Please daddy, I need you to fuck me." I pleaded, not knowing how I found the words to say all that. Dad seemed terrified and stayed immobile, but when I reached for his cock I realized it was slick with fresh daddy precum. It made me so horny I almost came right there.

Since Dad didn't say anything, I decided not to wait any second longer. I positioned myself on top of him and aligned my hole with his boner. It was finally fucking happening. I was gonna get some dick and it was my own fathers'. The thought sent me over the edge and I lowered myself onto his hard member. He was thicker than my dildo, but I pushed hard enough to take him all at once. I let out a loud moan as the sensation of his member sliding all the way into my slick opening made me feel weak for a second.

"Fuck, Dad, you feel so good inside me." I couldn't believe what was happening. Dad still couldn't muster a word but I noticed something new in his expression. Something almost mischievous that made me want to tease him. I started moving my hips up and down, letting my father's hard cock slide in and out of my hole. Every move sent a jolt of pleasure through my whole body.

"Do you like your son's hole, daddy?" I asked, increasing the pace. Dad was leaking so much there was no need for any lube. His shaft moved in and out of me perfectly, as if it was made for it.

Dad only let out a quiet groan, which made me want to keep going.

"What does it feel like fucking your own son? You didn't think I was such a slut, did you? You didn't know I loved cock so much I would want to ride my own Dad."

I heard his breath getting louder and louder. I wasn't sure if he started moving his hips or if it was just the bed springing back from my movements, but Dad's cock continued to plunge deep into me, hitting my prostate with every thrust.

"It feels so good daddy, I want you to cum inside my hungry hole" I cried out between moans, realizing the speed was insane. I was full on fucking myself on my father's fat dick, both of us sweaty and panting. His chest hair was glistening and he lay there with his mouth open and his eyes half closed. I reached for his hands and placed them on my hips. He didn't object, he just let me do whatever I wanted. He grabbed me with his strong wide hands as I leaned back a little. The little adjustment made him hit my prostate even harder and soon I lost control. I was on the verge of an orgasm and my riding was fierce, deep and fast. The room was filled with the sound of our bodies slapping against each other, our moans and heavy breaths.

"Give me that daddy seed, fill me up Dad, please" I cried out, feeling the climax approach. "You're stretching me so good, I'm going to-"

I couldn't control it, the next slam of my father's big tool up my ass made me shoot a thick rope of cum right onto Dad's face and in his open mouth. The second one landed on his cheek and all the other ones into his chest hair. While I was shooting my load, my ass contracted rapidly, squeezing the cock that was filling me and making Dad load me up with his warm fresh milk. I could feel him still pump into me a few seconds after I came, my insides now full of the seed that once brought me to life.

After a few seconds that I needed to recover, I started feeling uneasy. I just fucked my own father while saying all that nasty stuff. What the fuck is wrong with me? On the other hand, it was fucking amazing. With the conflicted feelings growing, I hopped off dad's cock, which made his cum leak out of me onto his still hard dick. The load was quite impressively abundant and pearly white. I felt an urge to gobble it all up, but suddenly I felt ashamed.

"Thanks, Dad" I said quietly and headed towards the door. I would think of a way to talk this out with dad later. He must have been confused and probably disgusted with me right now. What have I gotten myself into?

Right when I was about to leave, I finally heard his voice.

"Son…"

I turned around to face him. He sat up on the bed, all covered in jizz and sweat. He grinned unexpectedly.

"I admit you surprised me, but… I think I have a second load in here, if you're up for it."

And just like that, all my bad thoughts disappeared as I went back inside to join my hot father in his bed. He opened his arms to give me a big bear cuddle. When he embraced me, I felt his warmth again and I realized I had started to miss it for the few seconds I wasn’t touching him. His furry body was wet and sticky from our sweat and jizz. Without hesitation, I shoved my face into Dad’s hairy armpit, finally able to take a whiff of what I craved for so long. Seeing this, Dad let out a soft laugh. I looked up at his handsome face and he leaned in for a kiss. His beard caressed my face as he slid his tongue into my mouth. I could taste my cum that had hit his face moments ago, and he could surely smell the musk of his own armpit. In that horny dad and son embrace, the snowstorm didn’t seem like such a bad thing anymore.