Moving in with dad

My parents divorced when I was about 4 years old and my mother moved from their flat in downtown Copenhagen to another part of Denmark to start a new life with a man she had met through work.

My father, at that point in time, didn’t have a very paternal disposition and the contact I had with him going forward was very sporadic and seldom - and after a couple of years it boiled down to a card and some money at Christmas and for my birthday.

Life with my mother and my stepdad wasn’t bad - that is until they decided to have a child together.

My half-sister arrived on a rainy day in October and from the moment she was placed in the arms of my stepfather it was like I no longer existed to him. Not that he had ever been the warm and loving stepdad but at least, before my half-sister arrived, he pretended to have some kind of interest in me.

I was close to ten at that time and my response to the domestic developments was to retreat to my own room and spend as little time as possible with the rest of the family.
Over the next 4-5 years the situation deteriorated to the point where it became obvious that something had to be done.

That’s when my mother came up with the idea that I could move in with my biological father.

Unbeknownst to me, she had already contacted him.

He had been quite surprised to hear from her after all this time - and her proposal about me moving in with him was no less of a surprise.

For the past 6 years he had been living with another woman in a house just outside Copenhagen - they never had any children - and after some consideration and talks with his wife he had agreed to give it a go. Their house was big enough for three of us and he had expressed some interest in finally getting a chance to get acquainted with me.

So shortly before my 15th birthday my father arrived in a rented delivery van to my mother’s and stepfather’s house to pick up me and my few belongings.

My mother opened the door and there he was - standing with a slight smile on his very handsome and masculine face.

I hadn’t seen my father for close to 10 years before this day, and I was quite confused by the emotions the sight of him awoke in me. At close to 15 I had realized that I was gay - my jerk off fantasies all revolved around cocks and men and I had already had some close and nice encounters with some of my friends from school. And I had also visited a well-known meeting place downtown for anonymous sex between men so I wasn’t a complete novice. But in my world sons didn’t lust after their fathers - I knew for sure I hadn’t lusted after my stepfather that bloody bastard - but the sight of my biological father, as he got out of the delivery van and headed toward the front door that morning, made my mouth water.

Like me, my father had what I believe Americans refer to as dirty blond hair and he was sporting a rather pronounced 5 o’clock shadow that made his clear blue eyes almost glow. He was rather tall - I would guess just above 6’ - and had a great body that spoke of hours spend doing some kind of sports. His ass filled out the faded jeans very nicely and the big bulge at the front of those jeans made me wonder whether it was his balls that were really big or if it was his cock - and then the light hit him from an angle where I could clearly see a fat tube running down the left trouser leg so I figured out he had both.

He stepped into the hall and looked at me appreciatively.

‘What a handsome young man you have grown into - I am really happy finally to meet you’ he said with that killer-smile.

He stepped closer and pulled me into a quick embrace and I could clearly smell his manly scent mixed with fresh soap.

He then let go of me and stood back to just look at me and I felt my knees go weak just looking into his blue eyes.

I managed to control myself and keep my usual cool posture and attitude but inside it was turmoil - I hadn’t known these emotions were possible with somebody who was your biological father.

‘Let’s get your stuff loaded up - we have a long way to drive back to Copenhagen’ he then said.

My mother invited him in for a quick coffee and my stepfather also joined us around the kitchen table.

‘I have signed you up at a very nice school close to our house’ my father then said to me ‘we’ve heard nothing but good from the other parents on our street and there are a few of you new school mates living close by’.

We talked some more and then got up and started to load up the delivery van.
About half an hour later we were on our way back towards Copenhagen.

The trip back was very nice. I found it very easy to talk to my father and I soon found myself confiding in him all the frustrations I’ve felt living with my stepfather.

My father fell silent for a short while and then looked at me ‘Kasper - I know I haven’t been a fantastic father and at this point in life I really regret that. I would have loved to see you grow up and get to know you and that is why I’ve really been looking forward to you coming and staying with me and my wife - whom I’m sure you’ll love. I cannot go back in time and change anything so I just hope you’ll give me a chance now to become the father I never was’.

I felt really happy at this point - for the first time in my life I felt appreciated and loved and I was certain that life from then on would be better for me.

After several hours we pulled up outside a nice two storey brickhouse.

Dad honked the horn and the front door opened and a nice looking woman around my father’s age came out.

‘There is no mistaking who your father is’ she smiled at me before giving me a hug ‘I’ve prepared lunch so let’s eat before we start decorating your room’.

After a healthy lunch we carried the boxes down into the basement where my father had prepared a large, bright room for me. The house had a so-called high basement so there was a nice big window where the afternoon sun just poured in.

My father helped me unpacking and putting up a message board, lightings etc. He had taken off his sweater and was now only wearing a tanktop, those faded jeans and bare feet. I had changed into a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and we worked alongside each other in my room. A few times I caught him looking at me with a strange look in his eyes and when he realized I had been watching him he would simply flash that smile of his.
Whenever I got near him his scent would fill my nostrils and I struggled to conceal my growing cock in those loose-fitting sweatpants.

After some hours of hard work we were all done and I was now settled in - and it was a very nice setting.

School started the following Monday and the days flew by fast.

My dad had been right - it was a nice school. Both teachers and the other pupils turned out to be really fantastic and I soon got well-acquainted with a couple of boys my own age that also happened to live close to my father's house.

So life was great.

My father was really coming into the parental role making a point of checking on my homework, signing me up for soccer practice etc. and all the time there was an undercurrent running between he and I that made my stomach flutter whenever he was in the same room as me. It was hard to put into words what it was - I would sometimes catch him looking at me really intensely with a almost pained expression and I also noticed that he was very physical in the way he conducted himself around me. Not in a sexual way - it was more of a hand on my arm, on my back etc. but everytime it happened it was like electricity ran through me and it would often be followed by his intense look.

Then I had the accident on the soccer field.

It was during practice - I got tackled real bad and fell in a way that strained my inner thigh muscle. When my father picked me up, the trainer told him that some massage wouldn’t go amiss to help alleviate the soreness and slight pain I felt so when we arrived back home my father told me to take a hot bath and go lie down - he would be down shortly to massage my leg.

I showered and put on a pair of white briefs and then went down to my room where my father was already waiting for me.

‘Go lie on your tummy’ he said - I noticed he had changed into a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and I was certain he wasn’t wearing any underwear underneath the pants.
I got onto my bed face down and my father crawled up onto the bed and sat down on his knees straddling my calves which were now underneath him.

I then felt both his warm hands slowly working their way upwards on my right thigh - on the way back from the soccer field he had stopped at a drugstore and bought some massage oil and his hands, and now my thigh, were becoming quite slippery.
I could feel the heat from his crotch on my calves and also the bulge where his scrotum was and combined with his warm hands on my thigh I could feel my cock starting to swell. I just hoped he wasn’t going to ask me to turn over on my back.

‘You know - this massage oil is going to leave stains on your briefs. I think you better take them off’ he then suddenly said.

I panicked briefly but when I felt he just lifted himself off of me slightly I pushed them down without turning around and used my feet to get them all the way off. And then I lay down again with my now fully erect cock wedged into the duvet.

Dad sat back down and continued his work on my thighs - but now letting his fingertips going all the way up into my crotch. I could feel my heart beating hard in my chest and was afraid he could hear it too and whenever I had to reply to anything he said my voice became more and more laboured like I was out of breath. By now I was so turned on it almost hurt - and at the same time I was in total panic he would find out.

By now his middle finger would gently touch my asshole every time he pushed upwards into my crotch in those massaging moves and I started to wish he would push that little bit harder - I had been fucked by guys a few times at the public restroom and had learned how incredibly that made me feel.

He now started on the other thigh and repeated the whole thing here - but not for quite so long. Next thing I felt was him massaging my butt cheeks - he would start from just under my buttocks and work his way upwards letting his thumbs slide into my crack gently moving the tips of his thumbs over my opening. The whole thing had now become utterly erotic and I could clearly hear his breath had become quicker.
All conversation had stopped at this point - the only thing you could hear in the room was his heavy breathing and my moaning into the duvet.

‘I’m afraid the massage oil will ruin my sweatpants too - I’m taking them off’ he then said in a hushed kind of whisper and then I felt him getting halfway up and pulling off his pants before sitting back down on my calves. Now completely nude.

‘I might as well give you a full massage while I’m at it - would that be ok with you?’ he then asked in the same hushed voice.

‘Yes - please do’ I managed to whisper.

The tension in the room was now palpable.

He then moved slightly upward so he was now straddling my thighs and now I felt his hard, fat cock resting between my butt cheeks.

He let his hands move upwards over my back and when he did that his cock would slide up and down in my crack.

Suddenly he moved his hands underneath my arms and rested his entire body on top of me.

‘Tell me if I’ve read you all wrong Kasper and I’ll stop right now - but I think you want this as much as I do’ he whispered into my ear.

For a short moment I froze but I was so horny by now that I just heard myself whispering back ‘Yeah … I want it too’.

I could feel him kissing my neck and gently biting my ear and at the same time I felt the hair on his chest on my back. His big cock was still sliding gently, but now more insistent, between my ass cheeks. I rose my ass upwards to meet his thrusts and also tried to spread my legs but they were trapped by his legs on each side of me.

He sensed what I was after and quickly moved his legs until they rested between my legs and at the same time he adjusted his cock to slide down into my crotch where his fat, shiny cockhead now was pushing against my opening every time he pushed.
‘I want you to fuck me but I have never had such a large cock before’ I whispered to him.
‘Don’t worry - I’ll be gentle’ he whispered back.

The generous amount of massage oil he applied earlier made the whole experience really sexy and slippery - by now he had forgotten all worries about getting oil stains so we were literally becoming more and more slippery and the experience was so very erotic.

He slipped a hand underneath me and started playing with me hard cock and soon got it all oiled up as well.

‘Wauw - you have a really nice, big cock too son’ he whispered breathless into my ear.

By now he had managed to roll us onto our left side. His right hand was playing with my cock and I’ve moved my right leg on top of his hip so my ass and crotch had opened up. I felt his slippery cockhead, where his pre-cum was now mixing with the massage oil, pressing slightly against my hole.

‘Relax Kasper’ he whispered and applied a little more pressure.

I was so horny and wanted so badly to feel him inside me that I unconsciously pushed slightly against him and at the same time willed my sphincter to relax - and then it happened.

I felt his big shiny head pop inside me and at the same time I heard him take a sharp intake of breath. I had expected it to hurt but the massage oil mixed with his pre-cum plus my complete hornyness apparently formed a magic combination so without much discomfort I felt him slide all the way in until I felt his pubes at my buttocks.

‘Oh Kasper … fuck it feels incredible. You took it in one go!’ he moaned.

‘Oh yeah daddy … fuck me with your fat cock’ I whimpered.

He started moving in and out of me and at the same playing with my throbbing cock and the whole experience was so hot and sexy that I knew I wouldn’t last long.

I won’t last much longer’ I whispered between kissing him over my shoulder.

‘Let it go son … just cum for daddy’ he whispered back and that was it. I just let go and came so hard and violently that for a moment I was afraid I would pass out. The contractions in my ass caused dad to cum seconds later.

‘FUUUUCK … I’M CUMMING TOOO … DAMN … YEAAAA’ he yelled and I felt him thrusting harder into my ass. His cock was throbbing and jerking while he came inside me.

Afterwards we lay there for a while until we both had regained our breath and then I sat up feeling his big cock sliding out of my well-fucked hole.

‘That was great’ I said.

‘Great?!? That was bloody fantastic!’ he smiled back at me ‘I guess from now on we’ll have much more fun than expected’.

Then suddenly it hit me ‘what about Pia’ I asked. During the whole session I had completely forgotten about his wife and where she might be and we had quite a bit of cleaning up to do.

‘Don’t worry - she is at work and won’t be home until later’ he replied.

Pia was working as a nurse at a nearby hospital and her shifts included nights as well as evenings so we would have plenty of time to play around.

We got up and started to clean up - dad pulled my linen off my bed and got the washer going to wash out the massage oil and I jumped in the shower.

Afterwards we sat down in the kitchen and by now dad was slightly more concerned about what we had just done.

‘You know - what we just did would be considered wrong by most people and I just hope that I haven’t ruined our relationship‘ he said looking at me with a concerned look in those piercing blue eyes.
‘I’ve known that I’m gay for quite some time and what we just did was really nice’ I replied ‘and besides I would really like to do it again soon’.

Dad was quiet for a while and then said ‘I’ve considered myself as being bisexual for most of my adult life but for the past 5-8 years I have become more and more attracted to men and less to women. Pia and I are having a good life together but we don’t have sex anymore - that stopped several years ago’.

He continued ‘I just want to say one thing though: if you at any point feel uncomfortable about what we are doing just say so’ he said ‘the last thing I would want was for you to do something that you really don’t feel for’.

‘I promise’ I replied ‘but I have to admit that from the moment I saw you outside my mother's house I wanted to have sex with you’.

Dad smiled ‘you are a naughty boy - but I really like that’.

Pia came home a little later and we all had dinner and later we watched a movie on television in the living room.

Pia went to bed around 10pm and dad and I turned in about an hour later - before going down stairs I found him in the kitchen emptying the dishwasher and I walked right up to him and kissed him straight on the mouth.

‘Good night dad’ I said.

‘Good night son’ he replied with a smile.

I got into bed and played a game on my smartphone before turning off the lights.

Sometime after 1am I woke up. In the faint light from the streetlamp shining through my windonw I saw dad sitting on my bedside - he had a hand under my duvet and was slowly caressing the bulge in my tights.

‘What about Pia’ I whispered in the dark.

‘She is fast asleep’ he whispered back ‘and besides I sometimes wake up and go downstairs if I cannot sleep so she won’t wonder’.

‘Are you coming into bed with me’ I asked now taking his hand under the duvet and leading it down between my slightly spread thighs.

He quickly got up, stepped out of his underwear and slided down beside me under the duvet.

I had pulled my tights down and kicked them off with my feet so we now lay completely naked under my duvet.

Dad leaned over me and started to kiss me - and when I felt his tongue enter my mouth I was in heaven again.

I felt his hand moving down my lean body and into my crotch and I could feel his big, fat cock lying on my hips.

‘Fuck … you are so hot son!’ he whispered between kissing me and then he started moving down my body with his tongue. He stopped briefly to lick at my erect nipple and moved further down until I felt my hard cock being engulfed by his hot wet mouth.
I buried my fingers in his thick, unruly hair and slightly spread my legs - his hand quickly found its way and I soon felt a finger playing with my hole.

‘Can I taste you too’ I whispered and then he moved around on the bed until he was on all four above me with his big cock right above my mouth. I could see a big drop of pre-cum hanging off the tip of his shiny head and I first stuck my tongue out and licked it up before letting the whole cockhead slide over my lips. The musky scent coming off his crotch was so sexy and I could just about make out his puckered asshole behind his full balls.

He wasn’t overly hairy in the crotch - his balls were smooth and there were only a very small amount of hair in his ass crack. Above his cockshaft there was a small well-trimmed bush of hair.

I have seen enough gay porn movies to know that getting licked in the ass was a big thing for men and suddenly I felt the urge to try that out.

‘Dad - can you sit on my face?’ I whispered in the semi-darkness.

My dad stopped for a brief moment what he was doing

‘Fuck - you are a horny little fucker’ he whispered back - I could clearly hear the smile in his voice.

Dad sat up and scooted slightly forward until I had his ass directly over my mouth. The scent was intoxicating - musky and slightly sweaty and very manly. I stuck my tongue out and started to first lick his asshole but soon I pointed my tongue and drove it into him as far as it would go.

‘Fuck son … that feels incredible’ he whispered and I could feel he used his hands to spread his butt cheeks even further so I had better access to his hole.

He then grabbed hold of my lower back and pulled me upwards until I could wrap my legs around his neck giving him full access to my asshole too.

I still had my tongue buried deep in my dad and I could feel him going to town on me too - we were insatiable and it was like two wild animals fighting for a juicy piece of meat.

‘I want you to ride me Kasper’ I heard him say and he let go of my body and we moved around in my bed until he was on his back and I got up and straddle his lower body.
‘Wait - we need lube’ he whispered.

‘Don’t worry - I have some in my nightstand’ I whispered back and opened the drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube I used for jerking off.

‘Damn … I would love to see you play with yourself using that lube’ he whispered.
I smiled down at him and started to apply a generous amount of lube to his fat cock before placing the head at my hole which was still wet and slick from his rimming.
I applied some pressure and suddenly I felt the pop when his cockhead entered my asshole - and then I just took all of him inside me in one slow downward motion until I sat firmly on his crotch.

I could see his eyes were closed and he had his hands on my hips slowly caressing me.
I applied some lube to my hard cock and began playing with myself while I slowly moved up and downwards - dad put the pillow under his head so he could watch me.

‘You look so fucking hot son … and your ass feels fantastic around my cock’ he whispered.

He started meeting my downwards movements with upwards thrusts and soon we had a perfect rhythm going.

‘I’m not going to last long’ he warned.

‘That’s okay - just let me know when you are close - I’m so close myself’ I whispered back.

‘Fuck … I’m cumming’ he soon said between clenched teeth and I felt his cock throb and spasm deep inside me as he filled me with his juice.

I let go and jerked my cock frantically until I shot too … 6-7 shots of hot cum … several of them hitting dad in the face and the rest was all over his chest.

I fell down on top of his sweaty chest and we lay there for a little while before he kissed me gently on the lips ‘I better go upstairs again’.

We both got up and before he left he stepped right up to me, took my face between his hands and kissed me full on the lips letting his tongue slide into my mouth - when he broke the kiss he said ‘I’m so glad you came into my life son - I truly love you’ and then he kissed me on the cheek and left.

I got back under the duvet - my ass still open and full of his cum and I started to get hard again and before long I was fingering my well-fucked asshole and jerking off. I came fast and hard and fell into a deep sleep after that.