Sexually Frustrated Daddy in Lockdown

This story is completely fictional and the characters stated below are over the age of 18.

In light of recent events, daddy and I are spending time indoors as much as possible, only keeping contact to the outside world with social media or going out when absolutely necessary, like shopping. Being stuck inside isn’t the most pleasant, however, it’s what must be done. Daddy started working from home and my lectures switched to online classes. This means daddy and I spend most of our time together, not a lot we can do so we opt for some a lot of TV binging. 

At age 38, daddy couldn’t be more handsome. He has this mature look on him that drives me crazy. Greying at the hair roots, slight stubble, his overall toned body and those pecs. Oh, those pecs. What would I give to lick it, suck, it, to knead it… He complimented his physique by dressing up well. He could be a model if he wanted, but he’s only a science teacher. 

We’ve been quarantined for a month now and it gets increasingly difficult to act straight around him. I mean, not the ‘heterosexual straight, more like ‘if this man exists for a minute longer, I will strip him right here and right now’ kinda straight. I couldn’t care less of acting the ‘hetero’ straight in front of him. He’s an ally of the LGBT+ community, that I know for sure, but I still haven’t come out to him. Didn’t feel the need to, honestly.

Now, seeing as we’ve been stuck together for a month now, it’s become apparent how sexually frustrated he’s become. He used to get constant action and why wouldn’t he? He was delicately crafted in the hands of Zues himself. Though, sometimes I wonder what it’s like to be his action… I’ve caught him masturbating a couple of times, and I’ve watched the whole time. He was packing for sure. After his climax, I would quietly race to my room and beat my meat so hard, picturing all sorts of positions with him.

He needn’t say it, I knew what he wanted, nay, needed. And, I planned to give it to him. I couldn’t wait any longer. After all these times of jacking off while wearing his used tees and sniffing his musky underwear, I finally wanted more. I wanted to taste him and to feel him. 

Daddy worked late at night, so he had his materials together for the next day’s class, so he could sleep in the next day until before his classes started. Lucky for me, he was a heavy sleeper. He would sleep like he had passed out cold and I planned to use this to my advantage.

Nighttime rolled around and I anxiously waited for his bedtime. He slept at 2 am every night, and this night was no different. It had left like forever waiting for him to sleep before I walked out of my room and casually walked towards the bathroom, pretending to use it and then to look for my pajamas - which i had hidden in my room. I would use this as a scapegoat to see if daddy was fully asleep. If he were to ask me why I walked into his room, I would just simply ask if he’d seen my pajamas and I’d walk out and wait a bit longer. 

I didn’t need this tactic, however. He was already snoring as loud as a drill and surprisingly only in his undies. I tip-toed towards my daddy. My breathing deepened and my throat started drying. I brought my hand closer to my lips and breathed hot air onto it. Once warm enough, I reached forward and placed my hand on his stomach. He didn’t have washboard abs but only a flat, toned stomach. My heart was racing fast and my cock hardened. I felt comfortable enough with my hand on him so I decided to venture to touch and feel as much as I can. My hand crept towards his pec. How long I’ve wanted to feel those…

I rested my hand on his pec for a solid minute then I started to gently squeeze them. It was everything I hoped it would be but it wasn’t just that. No, it was more.

A shaky breath left my lips once the realization of my actions dawned upon me. This is taboo, but it’s what makes it exciting. My fingers traced down his chest and stomach, and he barely felt it. 

I guided my hands carefully towards daddy’s cock. The little action that I’ve given him was evident on his semi stiff cock. I could see the outline of his massive dick through his underwear and I swallowed my saliva in anticipation. I slid my hand under the band of the undie, already feeling delighted by touching his well kept pubes. I was charting into dangerous waters now, and I was willing to dive in head first. I finally put my hand over his meat and felt him with my palm. 

I palmed him until he was fully erect. Then, I freed his member from his undie and grasped it firmly. At this point, I was uncontrollably shaking. Nonetheless, I slid my hand up and down his member and twisted the tip of his large organ once I reached the top. This was sending me over the moon as my heart quickened even further. 

Then finally came the time. My time to get what I’ve always wanted. First, I brought my lips down to the tip and softly kissed it which rewarded me with a soft moan from daddy. In doing so, I felt a wave of adrenaline rush through my body and blood down to my own dick. I stayed there for a moment, bent over in between his thighs while holding his cock, checking to see if he was going to wake up and by the looks of it, he wasn’t. So, I continued.

I brought my tongue closer to his cock and licked off the precum pooling on his slit. It was salty yet sweet, and it didn’t take me a second thought before I swallowed it down. I was in total content - a bliss, an euphoria, whatever you wish to call it. 

I took no time in diving down and engulfing his member down to my throat. I hadn’t given any blowjobs to other men, only that I’ve practiced on my dildo. Daddy was slightly thicker though so I had a little discomfort of fitting him entirely in my mouth orifice. But, soon I was able to bury my nose into his pubes. Again, he unknowingly rewarded me with a moan. To me, it was a praise. 

I started to bob my head up and down his cock with a steady pace, speeding up ever slowly in time. I gripped the base of his dick and focused on blowing the top half. With the bobbing motion, I added a slight twist at the tip to push him closer to the edge, just like how I did with my hand. Daddy’s chest began rising and falling, indicating that he was close to cumming, so I picked up the pace and deepthroated him. He moaned in his sleep and began tensing up. 

Then, he came. Ropes of cum hit the back of my throat, while he groaned and moaned in pleasure, and I swallowed as much as I could. Some spilled down his member but I lapped it up. I wasn’t going to let any of daddy’s sweet juice go to waste. He erupted with ropes and ropes of cum a little longer, all these pent up cum finally released.

“LIAM, WHAT THE FUCK?!” my heart dropped. I quickly got off of him and wiped the remnant of his juice from the side of my mouth. “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!”

“Daddy, please, I can explai-” 

“OH MY FUCK! THIS IS SO WRONG!” he yelled at me, making my eyes pool with tears. 

“I just thought you needed help!” I yelled back. “You’ve been so down lately, I just thought that I could help you…” tears slid down my cheek and I made no attempt of wiping. 

He looked at me, bewildered, before sighing into his hands. “Go to bed. Now. We’ll talk tomorrow”. 

For a  second there, he seemed to have understood my point and acknowledge that he did enjoy it.