Please Tell Me A Story

My father was a great storyteller.

 He had the gift to spin a good tale no matter the subject from pirates to wizards he could bring the tale to life.  It was not just his imagination but also his voice strong masculine soothing.  I would lay next to him on his king size bed and he would spin a wonderful yarn until I fell sleep.  This was our nightly ritual ever since I could remember.   I would fall sleep and he would carry me to my bed were he would kiss me on the forehead and wish me a good night.

I imagine this was an oral tradition handed down from father to son in our family. A lot of the stories were about the Old Country were my father’s family had lived until my grandfather immigrated to Cuba and then the U.S.

The tradition ended once I started reading on my own but I still would occasionally lie down next to my father and let him tell me story.  I’m not sure why he stopped.  I was no longer a little boy of course.  But one night this all changed.

I was in my room reading a collection of gay porn stories I had “borrowed” from a bookstore.  The cover showing an older man kissing a younger man had really caught my attention. I was eighteen and had not really done anything with another guy my age.  I had a crush on my history teacher Mr. Suarez who had the same swarthy good looks as my father.  I had never thought of my father sexually but in some ways I was attracted to men who looked like him. 

I was really getting into one of the stories that had given me a hard on when I heard a knock on the door.

“Are you awake son? “ my father said.

“Yes dad” I answered quickly hiding the book under my pillow and covering my erection with a blanker.   

“Can I come in? “ my father asked. 

“Sure dad” I said

My father opened the door and stepped into my bedroom.  The man was still handsome at fifty.   He was wearing a t-shirt and boxer shorts

“Why aren’t you sleeping” my father said standing over me

“I was reading a book”

“For school?” my father asked.

“Yeah for English”

“Your favorite subject “ he said and sat next to me on the bed.

“Yes it is”

“What is the book about” my father asked

“Just stories “

“Like the once I just to tell you?

“No more grown up

“Well you are not a boy anymore"

My father said as he lay on the bed next to me.

“I’m trying to be like you Dad”

“You know I will always be proud of you my son”

My father patted my chest with his big rough hands.

“So is there anything you want to talk about?”

“Not now dad”

“Well you know a boy your age has a lot questions about you know life”

“Right”

My father had picked the worst time to give me a lecture. 

“Can I see the book you were reading?

“Sure I said” I reached out to grab a book from my night table

“Is this it? “ my father asked. He had reached down and taken from the book I had been hiding beneath the pillow.

“No that’s not it,” I stammered

My father looked at the cover showing the two men embracing.

“Do you like this?” my father asked

“I don’t know yet-,” I said

“It’s alright son. Boys your age are curious about lots of things” my father said and handed me the book.  I was surprised about his reaction.

“Your mother is went to visit your sick aunt in New Jersey so it’s just you and me tonight”

“Right she told me”

“So we can be comfortable” he said and took off his shirt revealing his hairy chest. 

“Dad what are you doing” I asked

“It’s going to be fine Franco,” he said.

I had been named my for his older brother who had died when I was a kid. Dad was always telling me stories about my uncle and how close they had been when they were growing up but now the story was about another type of closeness.

“Dad I don’t think-“ I stammered as I felt his hands massaging my the back of my neck

“This way is better” he said and kissed me

           “ Oh dad…” the kiss had been thrilling

My father pulled back the bed covers revealing my naked body and my eight-inch erection.

“You are beautiful” he said and began to stroke my cock

I could hear my father’s seductive voice whispering in my ear as his the grip of hands sent erotic tingles all over my body.

  “ I’m here for you Franco” my father started sucking my cock.

“Oh Dad” I said

“Now its your turn Franco” my father said

      My father was uncut and as stroked his shaft the skin revealed the tip glistening with pre-cum.

“Lick it hijo” he said

I caressed my father’s cock with my tongue savoring the taste.

 “ Te gusta hijo?” my father said in Spanish. 

 I opened wide and sucked on his cock.

“Que bien hijo que bien” he said approving my skills

The hard shaft rubbing against my lips felt so good. I could hear my father’s voice telling me a story but this was not about pirates or heroes but about the love between men.

“Abuelo y yo tu tio…”he said telling me of the times he had been with his brothers and my grandfather

It was a love story passed down from generation to generation- strong virile men sharing their seed with each other- a tradition that now I was about to experience.

“Te quiero hijo te quiero” I could hear the love in my father’s voice as he filled my mouth with hot salty thick liquid.

“You are a real man now son” my father said       

My father lay down next to me and held me in his strong hairy arms.

“Ahora tu” he said as he started jerking my cock. His rough hands felt amazing about my hard dick.

“Oh dad” I said moaning with pleasure and came all over my chest.     

“Good boy“ my father said as he scooped my cum with his hand.  He tasted it and smiled.

I felt his powerful hairy arms holding me I knew that we were no longer just father and son, we had crossed into another level and I could not wait what story he would tell me next.