Something to Be Thankful For

Thanksgiving morning, I awoke late. When I came downstairs, Mom was already busy in the kitchen, getting an early start on dinner. Dad was sitting on the sofa in the den reading a book with the parade on the TV in the background—I’m sure my mom was responsible for turning that on. I went into the kitchen and grabbed a Coke and a Pop Tart before heading back in the direction of the den.

“That’s not much of a breakfast,” my mom chided.

“It’s fine, Mom. We’re going to be eating a ton later, remember?”

“At least have a piece of fruit with it. I bought bananas,” she called out, her voice increasing in volume as I walked out of the room.

I ignored her, and she was too busy to keep after me.

I plopped down on the couch next to Dad and opened my can of Coke. I carefully arranged myself so that our legs were touching.

“Morning, Son,” he said patting me on the knee before letting his hand come to rest on my middle thigh. Instantly, my heart rate increased.

“Morning, Dad.”

We sat there in silence for a moment, not looking at each other. All my attention was drawn to his hand lingering on my thigh. I was filled with the adrenaline of anticipation. I decided to stretch, using the motion as an excuse to slide down a bit on the couch so that his hand moved higher on my thigh. He responded by allowing his hand to drift even higher until it was resting directly on top of my crotch. Needless to say, my dick quickly became hard. Feeling that, he began massaging it gently through the fabric of my shorts. I let a soft moan escape my lips, a sound drowned out by the noise of the TV.

I looked over at his lap and could see that his bulge was noticeably larger. Feeling bold, I reached out and laid my hand on his hardening dick. I felt him throb. I reached up to begin sliding my hand under the waistband of his lounge pants, but he laid his free hand on my wrist.

“Your uncle will be here soon.”

Disappointed, I pulled my hand back, and he did the same. It turned out he was right, though, because only a few moments later, the doorbell rang, announcing Uncle Andrés’s arrival. My brother, my sister, and her boyfriend arrived soon thereafter.

. . . 

The rest of the day was filled with all the usual family holiday activities, culminating in a true Thanksgiving feast. My family does that lame thing where we go around the table and everyone has to say one thing they’re thankful for. It feels so cheesy, and I never feel like I have a good answer. This year I just mumbled something about being thankful that I was almost done with school.

After dinner was over and the dishes were cleared, we all coalesced in the den to sit around and talk and make a plan for the Black Friday shopping. That plan did not include me or Dad—we both hate to shop, so we always stay behind. The others were going out for the early deals that night and would be out late. The fact that my dad and I would be alone in the house together excited me. My mind was filled with all the possibilities. Wanting to be prepared in case anything should happen, I slipped away to the upstairs bathroom to “prepare” my ass.

When I returned to the living room, everyone was still there perusing the sale papers. No one seemed to have noticed my absence, except, it seemed, for dad. He saw me reenter and called out to me.

“Hey, Son. Why don’t you come help me make up the guest bed? Your mother’s finally convinced your uncle to stay the night.”

I nodded, and the two of us got up and headed upstairs to the office.

“Can you grab the sheets?” Dad asked. “They’re in the back of the drawer under the bed.”

“Yeah,” I said and knelt down to dig around for them.

Not seeing them, I turned to ask him if he was sure they were there only to find him standing very close to me, staring down at me. I held his gaze, realizing my head was roughly level with his cock. My gaze flicked briefly down to his fly and then returned to his face. He gave the slightest of nods, seeming perhaps a little nervous. I was nervous too, but I swallowed and slowly raised my hands to the button of his trousers. I unbuttoned them and unzipped the fly, my dad standing stock-still as I did so. Now I could see the outline of his dick in his boxer briefs. It was growing. I stuck my hand through the fly of his underwear and touched my dad’s cock for the first time. Excited now, I pulled his dick through the fly and stared at it in wonder. I was about to taste my own father’s cock! I looked up at him, and he stared back intensely. I finally opened my mouth and touched my tongue to the underside of his cock. He shuddered slightly. Then, overcome with lust, I attempted to envelop the entire head of his cock in my mouth. It was difficult, as he was fully hard now and very thick. Still, I could taste a thin stream of precum emerging from his slit, which was unusually large. I used my tongue to probe his piss slit, eliciting a soft moan from him. Then I took the whole head and part of the shaft into my mouth and began bobbing up and down, getting it nice and wet.

I knew we should stop there—the door was still wide open, for Christ’s sake—but I couldn’t leave without feeling his cock inside of me. I stood and gently pushed him down onto the bed and then undid my pants. Dropping them just enough to expose my ass, I grabbed his cock and lined it up with my asshole. His dick was thick, but it was slick with my spit. Plus, I’d pre-lubed myself up in the bathroom earlier and had had lots of practice with the dildo by now. It took a little more pressure than I expected, but finally, I felt the head of his dick pop inside of me. It was the hottest thing I’d ever felt. My dad, my flesh and blood, was inside my ass. Not satisfied, I began to sink down onto his cock, not stopping until I was effectively sitting in his lap. I could feel his cock twitch inside of me, and it made my own cock twitch in response. I lingered there for a moment and then figured we should stop before we got caught. I rose up to stand, but just before the tip of his cock left my ass, I felt his hands grab my shoulders, and he pulled me down hard onto it again. I let out a small whimper. I turned to look at him, and he grabbed my jaw and kissed me. I went stiff in surprise but eventually gave myself over to his control. He let go of my jaw, grabbed my hips, and began moving me up and down on his cock like I was a Fleshlight. This was really happening. I was getting fucked by my own dad. He was dumping copious amounts of precum in my guts.

This went on for a bit until my mom suddenly called my dad’s name.

“Jack?”

I flew off his cock, crossing to the other side of the room and pulling up my pants, while he froze.

After a pause, he called back, “Yeah, hun. What is it?”

“We’re all going to head out for the shops. Don’t wait up.”

“OK,” he called back, relaxing slightly.

We stayed there, motionless, listening to the rest of the family file out the front door. Once they’d gone, we looked at each other. He grinned slightly and then started taking off his shirt. Taking his cue, I removed mine as well, and we both stripped naked. I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around him, inhaling his sent and reveling in the feeling of our naked bodies pressed up against each other. He wrapped his arms around me, and I felt small. Eventually, he let go, and I pulled back, looking at him. My eyes drifted to his pecs, and I leaned forward to take his right nipple in my mouth. I circled its perimeter with the tip of my tongue and then ran my tongue along the crease just under his pec. I then repeated this with his left pec. I then put the tip of my tongue to the top of his V and ran it up his side. He raised his arm to make room for me, and I kept licking till I reached his armpit. I buried my nose in it, breathing deeply, and reached around to grab his ass. He then put his hand on my head and started pushing me to my knees. I knew exactly what he wanted.

I got down and took his cock into my mouth, tasting a mixture of his precum and my own ass juices. I attacked his cock with ferocity, determined to take more and more in my mouth. When I finally felt his cock hit the back of my throat, I started to pull back, but he grabbed me by the back of my head and started pulling me further down. At first, nothing happened. I didn’t think I could take any more, but then I relaxed, and the head of his cock pushed past my tonsils. Before I knew it, his cock was deep in my throat, and my nose was pressed hard against his body. I could barely breathe, but I could still smell his musk. This was the hottest thing that had ever happened to me. From there, he started slowly face fucking me. Pushing me all the way down and holding me there until I thought I would pass out from lack of air and then pulling back out. All the while, the thought that my dad was deriving pleasure from feeling his dick slide through my esophagus made me hornier than I’d ever been. I just wanted him to use me for his pleasure. I looked up at him, and we locked eyes while his cock pumped in and out of my throat.

That seemed to be too much for him, because he stopped throat fucking me and pulled me up to my feet. Then he kissed me. Intensely. I felt his surprisingly long tongue explore my mouth. It was weird but also kinda hot. I was giving myself over to him completely.

His large hands grabbed me by the waist and lifted me onto the bed. I instinctively let my legs spread, inviting him to come lie on top of me. He crawled onto the bed, slipping between my legs as I’d hoped, and then grabbed my thighs and folded me in half. Instead of fucking me right then as I’d expected, however, his head lowered, and I soon felt him put that long tongue of his to work on my hole. Seriously, I could feel his tongue so deep that it was like he was fucking me with it. (I’m sure it helped that my hole had been opened up by his enormous penis.)  It felt amazing. I closed my eyes, laid my head back, and focused on the sensation of having my father rim my ass. It was incredibly intimate, feeling his tongue probe my most private places.

After a while, he reemerged, moved up between my legs, and looked down at me with raw hunger in his eyes. A shiver of anticipation ran through me. I was buzzing with excitement and horniness. He leaned over me, his much larger frame dominating mine, entering me again as he did so. As his huge cock invaded my ass, pushing deep into me, he started kissing me again. I could taste my ass on his lips. He began slowly fucking me, his cock going further ever time until he hit what felt like a wall inside me. I was convinced I had taken as much as I could take—I had never been able to take all of my dildo—but he kept applying gentle pressure. It hurt a little, and I must have winced because he stopped. He looked into my eyes.

“You’re almost there. Just a couple more inches to go. I know you can take more. Are you going to be a good boy and do that for me?”

I nodded.

“Do you want this cock?” 

“Yes, Daddy. I want all of it.”

Daddy? Where had that come from? Whatever. It felt right in the moment, so I decided to go with it. Plus, I felt Dad’s cock twitch inside me when I said it, so he seemed to like it. 

“Relax and focus on how much you want it.”

I nodded again and tried to do what he told me. I focused on the situation, on the fact that this was my father inside me. It was so hot. I let my eyes linger on his hairy torso, admiring his body. It was true; I wanted everything he could give me. I reached out, grabbed his ass, and started pulling him into me. Finally, something gave way, and I felt the last couple inches of his cock slide into me. Something like a jolt of electricity shot through my body, and I felt him moving deeper in my ass than anything had ever been before. The feeling was intense and amazing. I could feel my father’s pubes pressing against my ass.

“That’s it, Son. You have all of me.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

He kissed me again and began slowly fucking me again with shallow strokes, stretching out whatever it was inside me that he had finally pushed through. After doing this for quite some time, he started to pull out of me completely. I thought we were going to switch positions, but just before the head of his cock popped out of my ass, he stopped and gave me a wicked grin. Without any further warning, he suddenly drove the length of his cock all the way into me with some force. Surprisingly, it didn’t hurt. Instead, it awoke something in me. I wanted this. I wanted him to dominate my ass. He did it again and then again, his pace picking up. Eventually, he was absolutely pounding my ass, his dick rearranging my guts. I wanted more and more, wanted it harder and harder. Sweat was pouring off of him, covering me in a glistening layer. His natural scent became stronger and stronger the longer we went, and it was driving me wild.

I reached out and grabbed hold of his ass again, pulling him into me. I wanted him as deep as possible. We held there a few minutes, his cock throbbing inside of me, and looked into each other’s eyes. This was incredible. I felt so connected to him, so vulnerable and open. I’d never expected something like this would ever happen. His stomach pressed against mine with every breath, and my eyes were drawn downward to his chest, his stomach, his pelvis pressed against my ass and his trail disappearing from sight. I became aware of his biceps, flexed with the effort of keeping his torso raised, hovering over me.

Dad started gently thrusting again and leaned down to kiss my neck as I arched my back in ecstasy. Over the next 15 minutes, he alternated between slow, tender fucking and fast, hard pounding. Then his breathing started picking up, and his muscles started to tense.

“I’m not going to last much longer, Son. I’m about to cum.”

“Do it, Daddy. Fill me with your load.”

 "I love you, Son."

"I love you too."

After a few more thrusts, he drove his cock deep into me, and I felt his cock spasming, pumping shot after shot of his hot seed deep in my guts. Once he was finally done, he collapsed on top of me, breathing hard. We were both slick with sweat. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him tight against me.

At that moment, I heard a sound come from the direction of the still-open door. Shit!! We hadn’t heard the front door open. Had someone stayed behind? Dad must have heard the noise as well, because he tensed up and then rolled off of me. My view now unobstructed, I saw that Andrés, my bodybuilder uncle, was standing in the door.