Moving in with dad

After that first nightly visit from dad, it became a regular thing - and both dad and I were insatiable. He would wait until Pia had gone to bed and was fast asleep before he would slip down and into my room. There he would find me naked and ready for him under my duvet. He would take off the tanktop he usually slept in and his briefs and walk naked towards my bed allowing me to admire his hot body and big fat cock that stood out from his crotch. While he undressed I would pull away the duvet and reveal my naked, slender body to him with my hard boy cock standing straight up and my balls pulled up tight against my scrotum.

There were usually no words between us before he was down in the bed beside me, letting his hands roam all over my body. He would whisper breathless into my ear how horny he was and how much he had been longing to feel and smell me again. I would let my fingers run through his hair, pulling his face close against mine and hook my legs around his hard muscled thighs pressing his naked body closer and grinding my cock against him. I would whisper into his hot mouth how turned on I was and how much I needed to feel him inside me.

Mostly these nightly sessions were fast and furious and we were like two wild animals trying to devour each others bodies but sometimes, when Pia had a shift a work that left dad and I alone during the afternoon and evening we would be fucking for hours, taking all the time we needed to explore and taste each other. We would end up sweating and panting entangled in each others bodies - me with his cum dribbling out of my open, spend asshole and he with globs of my cum all over his chest and stomach.

It became increasingly difficult for me to hide my feelings for my father and I was terrified that Pia would catch on to what was going on right under her nose. When I saw him, I felt a surge of lust rushing through me. The sight of his broad back when he tied his shoelaces, his bare, muscular feet when he walked through the living room, the sight of him sitting in a chair with his jeans-clad legs spread reading a newspaper, the smell of him when he came home from a run - yes, his mere presence in a room went instantly to my cock. And by the looks he was giving me, he felt the same way. Sometimes I could see a hunger in his eyes when he looked at me across the dining table that made me blush and when he passed me in the kitchen or elsewhere in the house he would let his hands gently touch me sending shivers down my spine. One evening while I was standing by the kitchen sink in my sweatpants cleaning off the dishes after dinner and Pia was in the dining room clearing the last pots and pans from the table, dad suddenly squatted down behind me, pulled down my pants and tights to just below my buttocks and buried his face in my ass giving my asshole a quick peck with his tongue before standing back up - just in time for all to look perfectly innocent when Pia walked back in.

And despite us being careful - and Pia not fully realizing what went on, changes in her and dad’s relationship began to become apparent. They didn’t argue in front of me but sometimes I would walk into the living room and finding Pia with red eyes like after a cry and dad looking rather morose. And sometimes he would admit to me that things were not going well between them - she had started to complain that she felt an increasing disconnection with him. Like he wasn’t present anymore even when it was just the two of them. Over the next months this rift between them grew until the day when I came home to find them both sitting at the dining table waiting to talk to me.

Dad announced that Pia would move out and into her own flat. Pia looked at me with sad eyes and assured me that this had nothing to do with me and that it was solely something between she and dad. Because I actually liked Pia a lot, I had to work hard on hiding the fact that this development pleased me immensely. Suddenly I could see endless sex every day without having to be afraid somebody would suddenly barge in.
So on a grey, rainy Saturday we loaded up her stuff in a van and spend the rest of the day helping her move into her flat across town.

That night when we arrived home, knowing that we were completely alone, we made love on the big sofa in the living room. This is the first time I use the term ‘made love’ because that is what it was. While dad prepared dinner I took a shower - and just to be on the safe side prepared my ass for fun and while I cleaned up after dinner dad showered and by the time I sat down in the sofa in a t-shirt and tights dad came down and sat next to me.

Silence descended on us and then I looked at my father and saw he was looking straight at me and the next thing I knew he was undressing me and himself. He then pulled me on top of him so I sad across his lap and we started kissing.

‘You have no idea how long I have waited for this’ he whispered between kisses ‘now we can do whatever we want and whenever we want it’.

‘Mmm … fuck me slowly dad … I want to feel you inside me.’ I whispered back into his hot mouth.

He turned me around on the sofa, placed a pillow under my ass and lay down on top of me.

Unbeknownst to me he had brought the lube with him from upstairs and he now sat up and lubed up his fat cock before letting it slide slowly inside my warm, moist asshole - by now I was fucked by him so regularly that he could slide it in in one long motion without me feeling any pain at all. I guess you could say that by now I was truly and well broken in by him.

I hooked my legs across his lower back and just lost myself in the feeling of his fat cock going slowly in and out of my hole.

We changed position several times and ended up on the floor with dad squatting and me straddling him backwards so that I was facing away from him. This position opened me up completely and allowed dad to bury his cock balls deep inside me and at the same time play with my erect, dripping cock. I slowly rocked up and down feeling his manhood going in and out of me and I could clearly feel the ridge under his cockhead massaging that spot inside me that made me precum like a faucet. We continued in this position for quite some time until I felt him grow slightly more tense.

‘I’m cumming son’ he suddenly whispered in my ear and then I felt him spasm inside me several times while he shot his load. It was extremely intense - he was really slowfucking me due to the position and the sounds he made while cumming were almost primal - like an animal in distress and seemed to come from deep within him.

After he came he held me tight and jerked off my cock while I was still impaled on his cock and I came in 6-7 big spurts that shot far across the room.

We collapsed on the carpet and just lay there for a long time until his cock got limp and fell out of me. We then got up and went into the master bedroom where he had moved my duvet and pillow into the big double bed.

‘Would you like to sleep here with me from now on’ he asked with a sly smile.
I smiled back at him and jumped under the duvet ‘that will save you all the trips to the basement’ I joked.

He went into the bed too and I snuggled up next to him and placed my head on his shoulder and soon fell asleep.

Over the next weeks there was a lot of sex in the house whenever we came home. And I mean a lot. We could hardly get through the door before our clothes went off and we started making out.

One evening - after another fucking - we lay together on the floor against the front of the sofa and talked.

‘Before I moved in - didn’t you have sex with other men?’ I asked - a question that had been on my mind for quite some time. I couldn’t believe a handsome man like my dad with his appetite for sex had been living the celibate life - or had been limiting himself to sex with Pia when he so obviously was into man sex too.

‘Actually son I have’ he answered ‘and have been all my life’.

‘Most of my life I have visited gay bath houses, gay porn shops are any other place where I could hook up with other guys and have sex. During one of the visits to the bath house I met Dan. He is a carpenter like me and a really sexy guy and we agreed to meet at his place the next evening. So Dan and I started to see each other for sex on a regular basis.

One evening he asked me if I was up for a gangbang with a young guy on the receiving end. He told me he had established contact with 5 other guys and they were all set for hooking up the following Saturday. I was all for it and we ended up fucking the living daylights out of the young guy a full Saturday afternoon. Since then we have been repeating this event several times - sometimes with a new guy at the receiving end and Dan and I have been fucking regularly between these sessions as well.’ he finished.
I could not hide my excitement - I had a raging hardon by now and dad looked at me with a chuckle ‘You wouldn’t mind being the center of attention at one of these events I gather’ he stated matter of factly.

‘Hell no’ I answered ‘and I seems to me the thought appeals to you as well’ I retorted seeing his cock standing straight up from his crotch. I climbed on top of him and let his manhood enter my already wet, open asshole.

'Do you really mean it?’ dad moaned.

‘If I would like to be fucked by a bunch of horny, hot guys like you?’ I whispered between thrusts ‘yeah, I think it would blow my mind completely’.

Dad got up from the floor with me impaled on his fat cock and carried me to the dining table where he fucked another load into my ass before pulling out and with me lying on my back, legs spread and with cum dripping out of my hole he winked at me ‘I’ll talk to Dan and see what he can set up’.