CHAPTER 2
Ever since the blowjob incident, my relationship with my father has been a bit... awkward. He has been avoiding me a bit, which makes me think I might have ruined things by going too fast. I thought all hope was lost, until the stars aligned and my mom had to do a business travel. "I'm so sorry I can't take anyone else, the company can only pay for one plane ticket", she said. I had to hide my excitement, which was hard to do, given that my smile was going from ear to ear. Finally, some alone time with dad.
He had nowhere to run. With only the two of us in the house, he was gonna have to talk to me eventually. After he dropped mom at the airport, he came back home to find me lying in the couch with my fingers inside my ass. We locked eyes for a minute as I took my fingers off my sweaty ass and lead them to my mouth. He ignored me and went upstairs. Fuck.
A few hours later he calls me for dinner.
"I made you some burgers.", he said, looking down. "I know they're your favorite."
"You really know me, dad."
"Of course I do, son. I've raised you."
A few minutes went by in complete silence. I didn't have that much time to waste, so I had to do something.
"You know, dad, we're gonna have to talk about it sometime."
"That was wrong, buddy. A father shouldn't be getting his dick sucked by his son."
"But you enjoyed it, didn't you? Having my mouth on your huge cock." He was getting horny. Apparently, dad was as bad as I was in hiding a boner. "I just don't understand how something that feels so good could be wrong."
"Let's just eat, son. I don't wanna talk about this."
"Ok, then." I took my cock out and started stroking it right in front of him. Dad may be reserved, but I know he's a slut at heart. I just need to play my cards right.
"I thought I told to only masturbate when you're alone, son."
"Dad, I sucked your cock. It's not like we don't have this kind of intimacy. Besides, I'm horny as fuck."
"Weren't you already masturbating when I got home?"
"I was, but my ass just tastes so good every time I remember it I get hornier." His dick just kept getting harder and harder. I got up and walked to him, sitting on his lap. "It's ok, dad. It's just guys in here."
"I haven't had sex in a long time before you sucked my cock, son. Your mom doesn't really like pleasuring me, you know."
"That's a shame. You deserve better."
He kindly pushed me off and got up from the chair.
"I'm gonna go take a shower, buddy. I'm pretty tired from work."
Sure, dad might not be a construction worker, but in this fucked up hell hole that we live in everyone gets a swamp ass from spending the day in pants. He was not gonna wash that asshole, not in my watch. I told him I was gonna go up jack off, which I knew he would believe, so that I had the chance to follow him without him thinking I was up to something. From my door I could see him undressing, and as I slowly and quietly got closer he started stripping. When he took off his underwear the whole room started stinking with his man smell. As he bent over to pick his clothes, I saw my chance. I didn't even think, I just ran to him, grabbed his ass and shoved my tongue on it.
"Mike! What... what are you doing? Stop!"
He told me to stop, but instead of pushing me away he just started to moan. He didn't seem like someone who wasn't liking it, until he grabbed me and threw me at a wall. Ouch.
"You little slut. What do you think you're doing, huh?"
"I'm trying to eat that sweet, delicious, musky ass of yours."
He spat on me. "You wanna smell my asshole? Do you?" As he said this, he turned over and shoved his ass on my face. Was I in heaven? I didn't know, but I sure felt like it. I was impressed with how repressed dad's sexual drive was. He was keeping it in so long that all it took was a tongue to his ass to make it explode. I wish he was like this all the time.
"Answer me!" He yelled. I didn't even know what the question was, because the smell of his ripe man hole had all of my attention. Not to mention his buttcheeks were smothering me. But of course, the smell of a shithole is much more important than air. "Are you a whore? Answer me!"
In a muffled voice, I answered as best as I could "Yes daddy, I'm a dirty whore who wants your man stink!"
"You bitch. You can't even think past your cock, can you? I'm gonna give you a chance to get what you want." As he said that, he bent over on his bed and spread out his buttcheeks. "You asked for it. Now feast, you whore."
I wanted to savor it as much as I could. I shoved my nose in it and breathed as much as I could. The smell of ripe, sweaty ass that was flooding my nostrils was driving me crazy, I could feel precum oozing out of my cock. I had seen asses in porn but I never thought it would be so good.
His manhole started puckering at me like it was asking for a kiss, so I gave it one. I could already feel some hairs stuck on my mouth. People talk all the time about kissing because they feel like it's special to feel someone's lips touching yours. That's because they never felt their lips locking with a shithole. Time to step this shit up. I shoved my tongue inside of it and started to fuck dad's asshole with it. Coming in and out of his hole with my tongue made him moan so loudly that the neighbors probably heard us. I felt like a dog licking his hole, because I wasn't just licking it, I was slurping, waving my face around, my face was covered in ass juices.
As dad got up, I asked "Done already?"
"Shut up. Lay down, I'm gonna sit on your face."
Didn't have to ask twice. I wish I had brought my phone, because the sight of dad's ass lowering into my face was hot enough to be jack off material for a long time. This position felt great because there was not one piece of my face that wasn't covered by his ass, and it felt so warm. The weather was hot enough to sweat if you're standing still, but with a warm ass in my face, I was melting. I could smell my pits from a mile away, and it just made me more horny.
And then I felt something warm down my dick. I realized dad was sucking my cock. What an honor, to 69 with the guy whose ball sack I had come from. I decided to return the favor by sucking his cock, to which he responded with hard thrusting. You see, what I love the most about this position is that as his cock gets shoved into my throat, his balls were right up my nose. One of my favorite smells in the world filling up my nostrils. I wasn't gonna last much longer. To my surprise, dad swallowed my cum.
"Just because you came doesn't mean I'm done with you." God, I loved dad's voice when he was horny. He lifted me up and turned me around. "You stroke that dick all the time. You have some lube, don't you?" I gave him directions to where I kept it and he soon returned. Was he gonna fuck me? I might be a slut in theory, but in practice I had never taken a dick. But this wasn't time to back off. If there's someone to lose my virginity to, it's dad.
"Dad, I think you should put more lube. I'm tighter than you think." As he drenched my ass in lube, he said, in a tone that sounded much more like him: "Don't worry, son. I won't hurt you."
Which was a fucking lie, because he shoved his entire dick in me all at once. So that's how it feels to be ripped apart. I couldn't tell if my moans were from pleasure or insane pain, but despite his supportive comment, dad didn't seem to care. In that moment, I was just some object for him to shove his cock in. Not that I'm complaining, I think it's pretty hot.
He takes his dick off all at once, which surprisingly hurt more than keeping it in, and I felt his hands on my hair, pulling my head back. "Do you want my cock, slut? Say you want it."
"Please, dad, I need it! Please give me more cock!"
"Fuck, you're so tight. You have the best ass I've fucked."
I have never gotten a better compliment. At this point, I didn't even care about the insane pain I was feeling from having that monster shoved inside of me. Suddenly he takes his cock off again. Fuck, what is it now?
"Wait a minute, son, I'll be right back"
"Where are you going?"
"Bathroom. I have to pee."
"Piss on my mouth."
He seemed a bit surprised. Don't know why, though, he knows me. If there's someone who would ask to drink his piss, it's definitely me.
"Are... are you serious?"
"Take one good look at my face that's full of ass juices and tell me if I look like I'm joking."
"Fuck. Ok, then. But let's do it in the bathroom because your mother will kill me if I get piss on the sheets."
We got to the bathroom where I sat on the floor waiting for his piss. He put his cock on my mouth and started pissing on me. As I felt the warm piss enter my mouth I was so surprised. I drank my own piss more than I drank water, but dad's tasted... different. Stronger. Much better than mine.
Part of me wanted to play around with his cock, but I decided I would just focus on not wasting his piss. It took me a long time to get it and I was not about to fuck it up. He must have been saving it for a long time, because the stream kept going for a really long time. Although it was a shame that the piss was washing down the taste of his asshole, I was happy enough with piss.
Once we were done, we got back to the bed, where he again put a shit ton of lube in my asshole and started ramming me. This time felt a lot less painful, thankfully. Probably because my asshole was already kind loose at this point. Is it gonna tighten up again later? I hope so.
Without warning me, he shot his load up my ass. The feeling of his juices inside me led me to such an ecstasy that I couldn't help but cum. As he took his cock off, I clenched my butthole – as well as I could – so as to hold his cum for a while. That was gonna taste even better after it's been in my ass for a while. He laid next to me in bed and looked up at the ceiling.
"This... this was a mistake, Mike. I'm sorry."
"But dad – "
"Please don't. Don't... say anything. Just... please go to your room. Please."
When I got to my room, I shoot his cum out of my ass and into a cup and jacked off one more time to the taste of it. As I laid in bed, I thought about how I probably just fucked up my relationship with dad even more.
The next morning, I went to the kitchen expecting the atmosphere to be heavy. It was way worse than that. Dad seemed downright sad.
"Is everything ok?" I asked.
"No, Mike. Things aren't ok. The things I said to you... I called you a whore. I probably hurt you. I'm the worst father in the world."
While my conscience was definitely heavy, I did not regret fucking him. At all. But I did want to make things right. Wrapping my arms around him, trying my best to not make it sexual, I said "Dad, it's ok. I don't mind. We had fun!"
"I didn't respect you. I treated you badly."
"We were having sex. Things like that happen, and it's fun. I enjoyed it. You're hot, you probably did that to a bunch of women."
"But the women were all sluts, none of them was my son."
"Well, your son is a slut. And after last night, the happiest slut on earth! Cheer up, dad, you're the best. You know I love you."
"But listen, son, you really need to control yourself a bit more. Last night you just barged in my asshole, you can't do that."
"What if I ask nicely? Like, `please dad, can I suck your cock'?"
"We had sex yesterday. You wanna suck my cock again?"
"I was just giving an example, but if you agree, I would love to enjoy the time we have now that mom isn't home."
"I suppose that's fine. But once mom comes home, we can't keep doing this, ok? And you're gonna keep your promise. Only masturbate when you're alone."
"Yes sir! Can I suck your cock now?"
Who needs pancakes for breakfast when you can have cock?