Date: Mon, 13 Aug 2007 18:26:43 -0700 (PDT)
From: someguy_2_2007@yahoo.com.au
Subject: If only dad knew

Introduction: My biggest fantasy in my life is my dad. Even though he's
married it always has been. In January I wrote a story about him in my
summer holidays: `Helping Dad Out' in the gay male / incest section , but
if my dad reads these he would only looks in the bisexual / incest section,
so here's hoping he reads this and I'll get the best sex of my lie.

It was approaching 3pm on the Wintery - Spring Wednesday afternoon, and it
wouldn't be long before my dad would arrive home from work all sweaty and
smelling of factory -- that manly stench that I loved, that I remember
soaking up from his jocks while he showered, in my teen years when I lied
with him and mum. I quickly unlocked the door, raced inside and slightly
moved the curtain to the left. The plan was to hide my car further down the
road, and to hide out in the campervan / outhouse that sat directly in
front of the front door of my parent's house and to spend the afternoon
spying on dad to see what he gets up to by himself, besides I was supposed
to be at university so nobody would suspect anything.

I wasn't in the campervan long before he car pulled up in the driveway, I
always knew the sound of his car coming from kilometres away, it was just
something I knew. I was so nervous and scared I almost announced myself as
he walked past the caravan door and pretended I'd lost something, but I
kept my cool and remained still until he was inside and had slid the
sliding door shut and locked. Not that much had happened already but I
could feel myself getting extremely excited at the prospect of getting to
see my dad naked. It was almost as if he knew I was watching that he helped
build up the suspense by spending time doing meaningless tasks like making
coffee and reading the mail. If i'd been in a hurry I might have tried to
slip out and go back to uni but I knew I had hours to spare and all would
be well as long as this wasn't a day he decided to work on the campervan.

It didn't take him too long to read the mail, but for me it seemed like an
eternity especially given I was basically dry humping myself in the
campervan with my hand. He then got up and walked down the hallway to his
bedroom. The computer used to be in there, and if it had been I would have
needed a new hiding spot but luckily broadband brought the advent of mobile
communication, Thank you! I have to admit my mind was wondering a bit when
not long later, he emerged from the bedroom, wearing a red dressing gown,
it was one of those heavy ones, that look like it was made of cotton, but
lucky for me I hadn't given my position away, because he barely had it done
up and I could see specks of his cock and pubic hair. Once again, had I
been in a hurry, I would have considered myself lucky, jacked off in the
campervan and headed back to uni, but today I just had a feeling about.

He spent a while in the bathroom, and thinking back on it , he did look
like he needed a shave, when I first saw him, so at least that explains why
he took so long, to be honest I kept grappling with the idea that he was in
that bathroom, touching himself and I was only metres away, but kept
resisting the urge to either intervene or retreat, I had to stand my
position and watch what he did. I was however rewarded for my persistence
since when he did emerge he was still wearing the robe, so I began
thinking, if he had jacked off in there he'd get dressed and get on to
other things, but he didn't he made his way towards his recliner by the
window.  This was where I had to be careful, since this was the point in
the plan that I needed t change positions. I had prepared my next position
earlier by moving the curtain aside, all I had to do now was to sneak down
the side and watch from the crack I had made earlier.

I am not quite sure what I expected to see but I sure was happy to see
it. My father lay on his recliner and had only slightly undone his robe. I
loved it! It wasn't hard at all, but it certainly was big, but the best
part was he was only touching it sporadically, like he was mentally lubing
himself up for a wank.  From my position I was able to see what he was
looking at on his screen and to my surprise it was this website, but with
pictures of naked guys my age. If ever there was a time I was thinking
about giving up my position, this was it! I didn't. Well... not yet, I let
him go a bit longer, besides, I wasn't entirely sure I could hold out too
long myself. It was at the stage when he moved the laptop over t the coffee
table in order to `make room for himself' I decided to run go get my car,
dive up to the house and pretend I came over for a coffee and a chat. I
knew I had to hurry if this was going to play out the way I thought it
might.

I knocked on the door pretty loudly and was still able to hear his slight
groaning, but pretended I hadn't. I turned the key in the lock because
sometimes in the past he'd been asleep and I'd woken him up so it seemed
like a pretty innocent thing to do. I knew I had scared him because I heard
him calling from the loungeroom, that he's been asleep and that not to come
in. By this stage, after having almost lost my nerve, I crossed the kitchen
to stand in the doorway of the loungeroom. There was dad had done his robe
up and was pretending to look sleepy as well as trying to shut his computer
down. At first he seemed a little angry at the intrusion, but it didn't
take him long before he was more hospitable. I sat down on my mum's
recliner, trying so hard not to think that only 2 metres away my dad is
rock hard under one layer of cotton. Being the computer whiz that I am I
asked if he needed any help with his computer, but he seemed cagey about
it, but I insisted I'll look at it since it was having trouble shutting
down.

It had been a day of this, but I pretended to play dumb, like I didn't know
what I was doing, but I ran the task manager and opened up all the pages he
was previously looking at. At first he protested and said it was a virus,
but then he realised that the bulge in my pants weren't condemning
him. Neither one of us said anything for what seemed like ages, but I
noticed that his concealment under the robe was starting to falter. I told
him, that I knew that he was bi and that I thought it was great, after all
I get my fantasy. I knew dad like women, and I'm sure if I'd been a girl we
would've had sex by now, but I was happy to get my chance to do and share
this with him as his son. At first he seemed really uncomfortable by my
knowing, well, to be honest I hadn't always known maybe suspected by a few
wayward comments but the computer gave it away, but he didn't need to know
that. H e asked if I would tell mum, but I told him that this was our
secret, since I too was in a relationship at this stage of my life.

I asked him if he wanted to sit on the back couch with me, at first he
seemed really a taken aback by it, but eventually got up and came and sat
down next to me. The only thing I could think about doing was to hug him,
hug him so he knew his secret was safe with me, but hug him to touch his
naked body. I think that hug lasted for an eternity, but eventually, I felt
the sign below that robe that told me this was a now or never
opportunity. I reached up past his face, which I was right, was just
cleanly shaven and held his jaw as I reached up and kissed his lips ever so
softly, slowly tickling his tongue with mine.  From this moment on, I knew
dad and I had a bond. We'd been kissing for nearly 5 minutes when dad
helped me take off my top, to be honest I wasn't so proud of my stomach
since it was a bit of a pot belly, but dad didn't seem to care, he just
wanted my chest on his. I started to suck on his nipples which clearly
showed me that he was enjoying the attention. I reached my hand up through
the robe opening at the front and felt his enormous shaft. It was so thick,
thicker than I had imagined it would ever be, in fact I wish I had got his
genes, and a dick like his, but none the same, biology aside he was my dad,
for he'd always been there. I made my way down from his nipples over his
stomach, which over time had started to show his age, but which I loved
even more about him -- a real man. It wasn't long before I was down on my
knees, somehow I'd managed to keep my jean on up until this point. I
started to lick the point at the bottom of the head, it seemed to cause
some sensation since his huge dick started to pulsate. I made a tight grip
with my lips an moved slowly up and down his fat shaft. I could tell from
his moaning that I should probably stop since neither of us could possibly
last too long if I kept it up. I then slid my hand down and his thighs and
helped him slide a little onto his back. From this position I licked the
top of his head all the way down his shaft, tickling his balls and sliding
my tongue deep into his arse. I loved it! I licked around the outside, then
occasionally would deeply push further and further with my tongue. With my
right hand I felt how hard his cock had become and knew he was enjoying it
as much as I was. But once again I knew neither of us had long before we
were going to lose this battle of postponing shooting. So I stood up, and
before I knew it my dad was wrestling with my belt, and had managed to get
my zip halfway down, I helped him with the rest of it. Once my boxers were
halfway down my legs he put his hands behind my back and thrust himself on
my rock hard dick, I knew from the events of the entire afternoon, I'd have
precum all over my dick. When my dad finally pulled away I saw the line of
saliva and precum coming from his mouth to my dick, I nearly shot just
looking at it, but I had to keep my cool.

I knew what I wanted from this afternoon. I wanted my dad inside me. I
raced to the bathroom and came bar with a jar of Vaseline. I spread it all
over my dad's dick, almost making him cum again, but luckily it didn't. I
then fingered myself with it on my finger to get myself ready for the best
se of my life. Knowing how horny I was I doubt a 747 would have had trouble
inserting itself in my arse at this time but I just wanted to make sure. My
dad sat up on the couch in the back and I slowly lowered myself onto his
cock. Like I had presumed I as so horny, it was straight in and deep. It
made me moan instantly, but I also knew both of us weren't going to get
long at this. I reach back and put my hand around the back of his head and
kissed him as he thrusted into me. I couldn't help it but I moaned in his
mouth as he moaned back, and I was having trouble breathing and kissing. He
pushed so hard, I just wanted to scream. It was ecstacy! I then felt it, he
started to also moan, loader this time, and faster, I knew the time had
come, it was at this point I pushed down hard, so he could shoot deep
inside me while I kissed him. It was then I knew I could finally do what I
had wanted for so long, shoot! Dad surprised me by grabbing my dick while
still inside me, I kind of resigned myself to the fact he'd get up, be
embarrassed have a shower and never discuss it again, but instead he kept
kissing me and he was still hard! It was probably about a minute of this
and his hands on my dick that made me shoot all over the coffee table in
front of us and all over his hand and robe.

We both got up after that, and to be honest neither of us said anything for
a while. Dad went and had a shower and I was cleaning up, knowing it
wouldn't be long before he had to pick up mum from work. Dad startled me by
calling me into the bathroom. He stood there, all soapy, just as sexy as I
had imagined and then he asked me to join him. I quickly took my clothes
off again, made sure all the doors were still locked and made my way into
the big square shower. It was probably one of the most erogenous things,
but we spent nearly ten minutes in there mucking around, talking, washing
each other and occasionally kissing. By this stage as I had predicted it
was nearly time for dad to pick up mum and for me to look like I'd been at
uni for last couple of hours. Dad thanked me, but he didn't need to because
it was a special moment we got to share together. Dad kissed me gently on
the lips and then slowly slid the curtain back and I started to walk back
towards my car.