Just Some Dad and Son Bonding

'Right then, Pass us the last one'

I get the last bag out of the car and pass it to my dad.

'Great. It's good to see you boy.'

My Dad brings me into a big hug. His large, built body rivalling mine with a bit more strength squeezing me tighter than expected. Forcing me to brush my face against the chest hairs poking out of his slightly unbuttoned shirt. I gasp a bit, and get a whiff of his smell. 

Yep. That's dad alright. He's got a cologne from a while back that he always uses. That mixed up with his pretty powerful must. He steps back,

'Damn, you've grown haven't you stud. You're looking more and more like a man each time I see you. Is that a beard I see you starting there? What about those few chest hairs too, they weren't there before!? You've been going to the gym too haven't you? Hah, that's my boy. You got any girlfriends yet? What about-'

'Woah Dad, calm down! I just got here, how about we go inside.'

'Yeah alright! Sorry, I'm just pretty excited to see you is all! It's been way too long.'

'Yeah... I know. But mom... she-'

'Yeah. I know. Right come on then.'

We walk into the house carrying my luggage and putting it down in the hallway.

'Come on lad, get in here! Sit down! I wanna hear about everything!'

I have to laugh. My Dad's always so excited to see me. It's not all that often I get to come up to see him... but it's great when I do. He's always so excited and happy and proud of me. Not that Mom isn't. But... I don't know. Dad's just different in some ways. He get's me a bit more too. We can talk about more...

'Right I'm coming dad! Calm down! Haha.'

'I know! But it's just so great to see you boy! Or man I guess now!'

Man? I guess I'm getting a bit older now... yeah! Yeah I guess I am a man.
I sit down on the sofa next to him. The TV silently screaming about some goal my Dad's team just made in the football. But he's put that on mute for me. hah.

'Go on then! Tell me about it all!?' He half shouts as he stares at me expectantly.

'Well- uhh... I don't know Dad?! What do you wanna know?'

'Well. That beard, eh? It's coming in good n' proper now, isn't it son!'

In all honesty, it's really not as great as he's making it out to be. I'm pretty patchy and almost none-existent in some areas, but him talking about it still gives me a jump in my heart a bit and confidence so I have to smile. Especially as he's got a pretty good one himself. Nothing scraggy, nor too clean, just a solid, manly man's beard.

'You'll get to be just like me soon son! Haha. I dunno how you feel about that though. Ending up looking like the bloody gruffalo!'

He shows his chest and we both laugh. He is a very hairy guy. Even his head is still pretty well covered for his age. But going down from his neck you get a solid covering on everything. His chest, arms, back, legs... even hands and feet! At home, he always likes to just wear his boxers round the house too, and you can pretty much always see his jungle of pubes sticking out of them one way or another. It used to annoy my mom a fair bit I think...

But to be honest. I kinda like it. I don't know if I should feel bad about it. But Dad and me have always been pretty open about our bodies and our masculinity and most things about growing up and sex. When I'm at Dad's I love to lounge around with him in just my boxers too. It just feels better for some reason. But yeah...

'But no I can see it here son! Look at you!' He pokes a finger into the top few buttons of my shirt.

'Hah. What? It's not that much!' I say, trying to be modest. Because whilst my beard might be patchy... Since I last saw dad, my body hair has really grown in. And I mean grown in hard. Along with my muscles.

'I don't know. I know a fair few guy's my age who couldn't grow any like that.'

'Haha... really?'

'Yeah. You've got my Gene's see. Proper stud in the making.' He flexes his arm and smirks.

He's not lying. He's a pretty hot fucking guy. Strong, beefy, hairy, Jawline to kill for (good job I got it haha), most loving personality ever, funny, sexy, his bulge looks fucking massive in his boxers too. Yeah... I think I've inherited my dad's manhood too cuz I've got nothing to be ashamed of. Not to brag.

'But yeah son. You look good. How often do you gym?'

'Like... probably 5 day's a week'

'Good lad!' He smiles at this. He's always been a bit of a fitness guy. I think to him it represents discipline.

'You wanna go tomorrow? You and me? See who's stronger? Hahaha. Don't worry I'll go easy on you.'

Woah! Alright, I know he might be stronger than me. But no way!

'You think you'll have to take it easy on me old man?!'

'Oi! Who you calling an old man, boy!'

'Thought you said I was a man five minutes ago!'

'You wanna fight!'

He stands up, in his most 'hard man' pose.

'Yeah! I wanna fight!'

I mirror him and square up bumping my chest up against his.

At this point we can't keep it up much longer and break down laughing. He pulls me into another long hug.

'It's good to have you back again, son.'

And I'm really enjoying being able to hug him again. He always gives the best hugs. Like a big, strong, musky, bear. But fuck I'm getting turned on? But then I don't wanna back away from the hug before it's over without making it weird, but we're basically crotch to crotch and I've got a semi now and only growing and im pretty sure he can feel it but...

it's okay... he let go finally...

The look he gives is pretty unreadable as to whether he did feel it or not. And I try to excuse myself pretty fast.

'Yeah Dad, it's really good to be back. Just gotta go to the toilet real quick.'

'Yeah sure, you know where it is!'

I leave the room, my dick tenting even more in my trackies. Hopefully he didn't see, but just before I open the downstairs toilet-

'Oh wait, downstairs is broken! So feel free to go up and use mine!'

'Thanks Dad!'

I rush upstairs before he get's a chance to come out of the lounge and see my predicament. Coming up onto the landing, I bolt for the bathroom and lock the door. At this point I'm standing to full attention still and whip my dick out. I start to wank when I see something on the corner of the sink. 

It's Dad's pocket pussy. Alright. Now I'm really hard.

A very small part of me kind of wonders if I shouldn't, but every other part takes the lead and I have to see it. It's one of those translucent ones, and I can see inside of it. And there's a load in there. I can see Dad's cum oozing around in there as I move it. I first go to smell it, and it smells a bit like him, mostly like lube, but I stick my nose in and that's his cum. Wow. I'm smelling my dad's cum.

At this point I'm already fucking shaking from the hornyness and taboo side of what I'm doing, but my brain is so deep now. I can't go back. I stick my tongue in and lick a drop of the cum. Fuck... it's still slightly warm?! He must've jacked off like, seconds before I got here.

At this point I can't hold back anymore and I slowly bring the sleeve down and stick in the tip of my dick. I can feel myself already wanting to cum so I take it out again and calm down a bit.

Then go in again. Bit by bit. Inch by inch. Ever so slowly. Until my dick sitting snugly in my dad's used pocket pussy. I'm so unbelievably horny right now, I don't think that I've ever felt like this before. The pure ecstasy of feeling my old man's sperm, coating my own manhood. His man juices, soon to mix with mine. Dad and son. Fuck...

I think it can't get better... and then it does. 

I see a pair of his boxers on the floor. They've been used. I guess he probably had a shower before I came too.

I pick them up and hold the crotch area to my nose and WOW. I just start fucking the sleeve like there's no tomorrow. His musk is amplified to a thousand in these. His cum is coating my dick like lube for me to shoot my own load in there. Everything just feels right. Like it was meant to be. In this moment. Fuck... I wank it harder. And harder. And fuck my dad's massive, hairy bulge is the last thing in my mind before-

'Fuuuck.' I try to stifle my euphoria from orgasm as I blast my hips forwards into the sleeve to add my own load to the mix. I keep thrusting and cumming more and more into it.. My load mixing perfectly with my Dad's. I must keep fucking it for a good 30 seconds, spurting my hot man milk into the sleeve before I start to fall back to the present and realise what just happened.

'shit.' I look at my hard dick, stuffed deep inside the sleeve. Pretty moderately coated in mine and dad's cum. I pull out with a pop, and go to wipe off the coating of our warm fluids, but think better of it and just pull my boxers and trackies back up.  I can feel the cum lingering there, soaking into the fabric. I wanna keep his cum with me as long as possible. I feel kind of weird about it, but at the same time, I'm still so horny from what just happened I don't think about it too much.

I decide to leave everything as it is, flush the toilet, wash my hands and walk back down once my boner has taken a few more moments to calm down. When I walk back into the living room my Dad's there with a weird expression.

'Uhh... son. Did you um... Did I leave my-'

'Uh yeah you did Dad.' I try not to, but I have to smile.

'Hah... oops. Sorry son.'

'Nah it's alright dad. Sometimes a guy's gotta unload!'

'Hah. Yeah... no you're right son.'

I sit back next to dad on the sofa. He puts his arm around me and turns the game on again. We watch it for just a bit before I start to smell the cum in my boxers and start to get a bit hard again. But then I notice, my dad adjusting his bulge a bit more than usual. And his big package is starting to get a little bit bigger.

'Do you wank much Dad?'

'What!?'

'Sorry... I was just wondering like... how much is normal'

'Well I mean. No it's fine. Good question. Uhhh... probably a fair amount.'

'Right...'

'Yeah you know. Like... maybe a few times a week... or more if I'm feeling like it'

'Right.'

We carry on watching as I see his bulge twitch a bit more in his boxers, and he starts to get a little fidgety. But still keeping his arm around me which slowly drops over my shoulder to rest his fingers between my chest hair under my shirt.

'Well then...' he asks, 'What about you?'

'Oh uhh... probably... most days... maybe a few times a day.'

'Hah... wow son. You're a proper young stud aren't you' 

He looks into my eyes and given his expression, I feel like we both know something but are too uncertain to bring it up. We break away after a few long seconds and get back to watching the game. His hand still lightly brushing my chest hair I put my arm around him and do the same.

A few moments later we're both pitching a bit more of a tent than could really go un-noticed and I decide to take it a step further.

'Damn these clothes are so restrictive'

'Take 'em off son. You know I don't care'

He proceeds to also take off his shirt as I strip down to just my now damp boxers and sit back down. We assume the same position as before but this time with no fabric to guard each other from our bodies. 

'Wow son, you've really become a gruffalo haven't you.'

'Haha, yeah dad. Just like you.'

A few more moments pass where we try to ignore our obvious boners before my dad turns off the TV and turns to me.

'Right. You know son. How you said that it's a natural thing for a man to need to unload.'

'Yep Dad' I say, smiling as much as he is.

'Well, I think it's fair to say, that time has come for us both' He puts his hand on my shoulder as he says this. Both of our dicks straining at our boxers to be let free. Both our faces red from the strange embarrassment but also exhilaration of talking about it

'Dad.'

'What's up champ?'

'You wanna... unload... together?'

'Let me get something.'

He moves faster than I've probably ever seen before out of the room, upstairs, and back down and in. And there he is holding the sleeve with a bottle of lube.

'We're gonna have to take turns, but lemme wash this first. You pro-'

'I already used it dad.'

'You- you what?'

I used it upstairs when I went to the bathroom.

'You know... I thought I didn't cum that much... well in that case'

He quickly comes back over and sits down, un-buttons his boxers and pulls out his massive, hard dick and his big, heavy balls. They look so big and the sag just the right amount, it's kind of incredible. I do the same in my boxers, taking out my dick and balls.

'Wow. You are a stud aren't you son! You'll be catching me next!' 

'Haha, yeah dad.'

Then he bring the sleeve down to his dick and gives it a few pumps up and down. 

And I'm kind of in disbelief. I can't have been here an hour... maybe two at most. And here I am... jerking off... with Dad. And he's so hot. His musk is intoxicating from here... I budge up right next to him and take control of the sleeve. He leans back and put's his arms behind his head exposing his hairy pits which I cant help but sniff.

'Fuck son. This is some real bonding time.'

'Yeah Dad. I can't believe we've never done this before'.

'Me neither son. Fuck. Fuck. Slow down stud.'

'Alright'. 

I give him a few more slow strokes before I take the sleeve off and start jerking myself. He notices and starts to jack me. I take it for a good few strokes before looking him in the eyes again.

'Fuck Dad.'

'I know son.'

'You're cum is all on my dick'

'And so is yours on mine' he whispers as he continues to jack me off. He brings his other arm around me to feel my chest again whilst jacking me off with the other hand. I'm in heaven. But decide to try something else. Without hesitation, I stop his hand, take off the sleeve and go down on his dick.

'Fuck son!'

He immediately relaxes into it. At first I have some trouble positioning myself so that I don't end up scraping it my teeth, but before long I find it and start going down deep onto his dick, tonguing his slit and licking off all our old cum and his new pre-cum. His scent is overwhelming, his hairy pubes scratching against my face with each new appreciation of his cock. He starts to get really into it and I feel him moving his and my body around him. He moves around so that I'm under him and he's above me.

And between his groans of pleasure, I can feel his hands massaging my balls and then his mouth closing around my cock.

This is it. This is the peak of my existence. Me and my dad... here. Sucking each other off, licking up his and my old cum. Truly bonding.

As I'm underneath, I get to feel his body weight and it feels so good along me. His hair touching every inch of my body it feels like. He starts to really moan on my dick like I am on his and he starts to thrust into my face more. I choke a bit at times, but I love it. He's really taking care of me. Massaging my balls so tenderly whilst worshiping my cock with his tongue.

Eventually, after who knows how long. We start to get close. I think we can both feel it. The real bond between us settling in. His thrusts get faster as do mine on his face. I feel his balls above me and his body. His smell is so delicious in my nostrils, and I feel so close and he-

We both moan and growl our loudest as we both thrust deep into the others throats. Heap after heap of cum, spurting out, then oozing, then dripping into our mouths. We keep fucking each others mouths for another few moments before he get's off of me and let's me sit up again. Cum still in our mouths, I move in towards him.

He hugs me in close and we kiss. It's so passionate and tender, yet has force enough to glue us together, my tongue searching his mouth and vice versa, our faces mushed together exchanging our manliness. Our cum. He falls on top of me again as we kiss, our dicks still going strong, touching, and our lips, so effortlessly coming together. Eventually, we come apart, both gasping for air.

'Well son...'

'Yep...'

'You're pretty damn grown up aren't you'

'Haha, still think you could beat me in the gym?'

'Oh I'm sure' 

He grins as he comes down to kiss again. Both of our bodies getting ready for round two.

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