My name is Matteo and i’m 24.
The time was my wedding day, over a year ago now although it seems like yesterday. That day went from being the worst of my life to the best in a split second. Growing up I was a good looking boy, I played soccer and was very popular with girls due to the fact that I was tall, athletic and extremely handsome. I was by no means a heartbreaker when I was younger but when I hit high school I met Sarah. Sarah was the answer to all my prayers for a woman. She was hot, big tits, big ass, and always dressed sexy. We were high school sweethearts and in our last year of high school I asked her to marry me. Three months after we graduated we set a date , the wedding was to be on New Years Day. Except it was not to be.
My father’s name is Luca, he’s 55. I asked him to give me away at the wedding because my mother decide to left us when I was 15. Dad always hated Sarah. He was calling her a bitch all the time. We fought about it more than once and I am ashamed of many of the things I said in anger towards him. I told him he was an asshole who couldn't keep his own wife and who was now trying to mess up my life. Looking back I don't think it was dad’s fault he couldn't keep mom around. Dad was a very sporty man with brown hair (darker than mine) and great big pecs.
One day when dad and I were arguing about Sarah I called him a son of a bitch and he slapped me. I deserved it but I still slapped him back in the face of the moment. I dragged him to the ground as we fought and we rolled across the floor by tearing off our shirts and cursing. I felt dad’s huge dick press rubbing against mine through the fabric and his breath on my neck as we tussled and I started to feel differently. I realized I was becoming aroused. Instinctively, he rubbed his feet between my legs. He didn't seem to notice but I was becoming excited and horny by the second. I was straight and always dated girls so I had never been with a man before and always talked shit about gays calling them faggots with my bros from soccer games. But now, I was feeling weird…
The night of my stag party was quite memorable as well. Dad arranged the whole thing as my Groomsmen and it was pretty raunchy for him standards. Several of our friends showed up and we opened presents. Dad gave me a jockstrap and a pair of sheer socks. Dad laughed so hard when I opened it. I thought I saw wine come out his nose. Strangely enough, dad shouted out that I should model it for the crowd of men but I declined.
Well, maybe you'll give me a private showing later." He said. Most of my bros were laughing so hard they drowned him out but I heard him loud and clear. I wondered if dad was thinking what I was thinking at that point. I would find out on my wedding day. A little later I opened another box from dad and inside was a fake vagina. Everyone was laughing.
"Now you can pleasure yourself when your pretty princess is out of town". Dad said and I noticed him licking his lips.
Finally my wedding day had come. Of course there was a hurricane outside, I was all dressed up in a very blue classy costume with a pink tie. The crowd gathered even though the storm outside was miserable. Dad was done up in a cream colored costume that showed his bulge a little too much. Sometimes I thought he was giving me this little show intentionally. Everyone was in place and ready to go, except the wife. Sarah was nowhere to be found. Of course there was a blizzard outside and she could very well be late because of that so we waited.
And waited, and waited, and waited. She never showed up. I was frantic, I
thought she may have been in an accident, dead, or even worse, bleeding to death alone in the cold. Finally word came. One of Sarah’s bridesmaids got a call on her phone. It was Sarah. She was still stuck at home due to the really bad weather. What would I do now ?... I was in front of all my friends and relatives. Worst of all it was in front of my father, the only one that was smiling. Damn him!
I stormed down off the altar and back into the rectory as the church quickly emptied out with "tsk tsk" sounds and "what’s happening now ?" floating in whispers above the crowd. Soon the church was empty and I was alone in the rectory. I had locked the door and considered killing myself right then and there, lucky for me there was no way to do such a thing. I heard my father knock on the door and whisper my name. He said he was outside with the priest if I needed to talk. I told him the only one I could talk to was him and no one else. I heard him talk to the priest for a moment and he said he would go next door to the church hall where the reception was supposed to be, that should give us some privacy. When I heard him go I let dad in. My face was streaked with tears and eye shadow. Dad shut the door and came over to me, taking me in his arms.
"Why me dad?" I asked, "I love her so much. We were about to have the wedding of our dreams but with that hurricane bad weather she cannot be here. We’ll have to choose another date and it takes so much time !" When dad answered his voice was a whisper and it was very comforting.
"Sometimes life puts us in front of unforeseen events my little champ. But don’t worry son, you will soon be able to join your pretty princess…And never forget, I love you son".He look at me with a mix of a tender and vicious smile.
I rested my head on my fathers lap, taking all the comfort from him I could. I noticed that dad’s breathing was getting deeper. Maybe heavier?
He ran his hands through my hair and shushed me until I had finally stopped crying. I dropped my hand down to his knee and quite instinctively squeezed his bulge. I felt his jump a bit but he didn't say anything. He just continued to run his hands through my hair. My breath started to get shallow and come in shorter gasps. I was becoming excited, and very very horny. I needed sex and I needed it now. Sarah and I decided we wouldn't have any sex or even live together for three months before the wedding, I was dying for an orgasm. I raised my head up to meet my fathers and he started to kiss my tears, trying to make me feel better. I looked at him with my best dark eyes and he continued to kiss my face wear the tears had been. I started to breathe heavily.
"Don't worry my champ," he whispered to me, "daddy’s here." And he kissed where a tear had been, and then he ran his tongue over the wet spot on my face. I almost melted right there. Dad’s tongue was thick and long and he almost made me cum right there by doing that. He licked my face again and I let him. He took this as my approval to what he was doing. He licked again and I moaned. Again he licked my face with more force, leaving a trail of spit on my face. I took his chin in my hand and pulled him towards me again. He licked my face from my eye down over my beard. This time I licked him back. Dad definitely moaned when I finally gave in and licked his face. He licked me back, and I licked him. Our tongues met and we played with each other as if they were swords or something. The two of us continued to lick and exchange spittle on one another's tongues until he took the next step and sucked my tongue right into his mouth.
I was totally his now. He could do anything he wanted with me and I hoped he would. Dad and I kissed with no thought of incest or the fact that we were 100% straight… or 99.9% now…I am still in my groom costume. He sucked on my tongue and I in turn sucked on his, we were both becoming violently aroused and nothing could stop us from doing what was to follow. My hands reached up and squeezed dad’s huge bulge . He exhaled loudly when I did that and I smiled for the first time since I entered the rectory. Dad saw this.
"I'm glad you can still smile." He said breathlessly as I licked my waydown his neck.
"You make me happy." I responded. I feel dad pushing me so that I'm in front of him. He cursed while he was taking off the buttons of my shirt.
"Fuck my baby boy, I want you. I want to pleasure you.
"Hummmm daaaad oh my god I don’t know what’s happen to me but I’m so fucking horny"
I hiked up dad’s trousers and ran my hands up his hairy legs. He shivered at my touch and I was honored to pleasure him. My hands ran up the inside of his boxer and I found something hard and wet between his legs. Dad was indeed dripping precum, I was so excited to know that he was dripping wet for me.
Finally my dad pushed me back so that I could face him. He took off my moccasins and noticed that I was wearing the sheer socks he gave. He practically started getting harder when he saw this way. I put my feet in front of his face and he buried his face in my feet.
his tongue set me on fire. He started to remove my sheer socks and suck my toes. I was so turned on. Dad laid his legs on my lap and started to rub my crotch with his socked feet. I do the same he was doing. I grabbed his foot, remove his socks and put all of his toes in my mouth. We were here, lying eating and licking each other’s foot. I stood up before him and the groom trouser fell down to my ankles, revealing the Calvin Klein boxer. Dad pulled the material of my boxer aside and, all the while looking lovingly into my eyes, began to suck my dick. Sarah was never very good at giving blowjobs. Dad’s tongue was soft and wet and when he lick my balls and practically fell down in ecstasy. Dad noticed this and stood before me, face to face. I kissed him passionately and he lay me down on the floor on my back. He gladly spread my ass for him, exposing my hairy cunt to him. Dad stood before me and reached around to his back, I heard him unzip his pants and he let it fall down around his knees.
Dad looked so masculine, his cock was very big with excitement. His abs and pecs were huge and his legs were well muscled and hairy. I wanted him between in my ass. As if he read my mind dad got down on his hands and knees and dropped his head Into my ass. I felt his tongue invade me and I convulsed in pleasure.
FUCK!" I yelled.
"Matteo, we're in a church," Dad joked, "cursing is for bad boys."
"Shut and eat me bitch. I am gonna be a bad boy for you you slut. Make me fuckin' cum!" I said to him just to shock him. Dad just smiled and buried his face in my tight asshole. I just about fainted with the ferocity of dad’s tongue attack. His silky wet tongue swirled all over my g-spot and I felt his fingers spread my cunt. I felt the two fingers of his other hand slide into me and I humped against them as hard as I possibly could. Dad had a rude tongue and invaded every inch of my tongue as I squealed in delight on the rectory floor.
I really began to hyperventilate. This was better than any woman had ever given me. I was about to cum when dad stopped eating me, I looked at him with disappointment but he only smiled.
"Get on your hands and knees for me Matteo. Daddy has a treat for you." Dad said.
I did as he asked with great urgency, I needed to cum or I would explode.
My dad put his big cock in front of my ass and I felt the head of it invade me and begin to slide into me.
I screamed as dad thrust the thing all the way into me and started to fuck my face rapidly. I felt dad reach over and grab my hair, pulling me back towards him. The only sounds in the entire church now were that of our bodies slapping together, my fathers grunts of exertion and my muffled screaming "Scream my champ. Hump me you little slut, as hard as you can.
Daddy will make you cum as hard as you need to."
"Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me!" I panted over and over. Dad continued to thrust into me as hard as he possibly could and I was approaching nirvana. I had never been fucked because it was a “gay thing” but god dad was making wild.
"UnghhhhhhhhhhH! FUCKKKKKKKKK!!!" I remember yelling and then I continued a string of curses and moans. To heighten my sensation dad brought his free hand down hard on my ass cheek, spanking me hard. I came again when he did it.
After a few minutes I stopped humping dad and rested a moment on the floor, I could still feel his huge cock in my ass. That did it for me. Thinking about the fact that I’ve always been the hottest guy in my class that made all the girls wet and now I was my father’s love toy, I still don’t consider myself gay because I’m still horny after Sarah but damn ! That was hot ! I think that the only man that I am attracted is my dad.
"That was so hot dad." I whispered.
"Ohhh yess son what we’ve done was so sexy" He whispered in that tone of his again. I knew everything was going to be all right. Dad pulled out of me and let go of my hair and I fell to the floor. I looked around at dad with animal lust in my eyes. It was incest. It was wrong, it was all we wanted. I needed to rearranged the things and show him that I was also a match fucker. I needed to fuck my own father right there on the floor of the church rectory.
I jumped on him like an animal attacking his prey. Dad could only squeal with delight. I kissed my way down his body , leaving a trail of my spit down his abs. Dad was very hairy like me but it wasn’t a problem. I ran my tongue through his cock and he moaned. I saw he was having an orgasm so I immediately went more aggressive.
"God Damn it Matteo! Suck me baby! Suck me!" I was shocked to hear dad talk like this but I admit it turned me on like nothing else I had ever experienced. Dad started to pant and claw at my hair as I was sucking a dick for the first time. Then I stoped. I had an idea I instinctively knew what to do to please dad even more. Dad moaned as I inserted my big toe in his cunt and started to rapidly
Foot-fuck him. Dad was practically whimpering.
"God Matteo you give the best fuck you little slut!" He screamed.
When I inserted a my whole foot in his asshole and he immediately came harder than anyone I had ever seen. I was so proud of my performance. After several minutes dad recovered and looked up at me, smiling. I smiled back, I was so proud to give him such an orgasm. Proud to give him such pleasure. We kissed and then my dad licked my foot clean the one that I fisted in his asshole.
"That was the best fuck I had ever had." I told him.
We kissed again and again when we heard a female voice calling my name "Matteo !, Matteo ! I’m here sweetheart !"
Dad and I started at each others and both laughed. She could wait after all.
[The end]
