Date: Tue, 5 Apr 2016 12:25:27 -0500
From: David C <davidatnifty@gmail.com>
Subject: Bonding With My Dad (part 4) (Gay>Incest)

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Bonding With My Dad - Part 4

"Are you almost ready?" My dad called out from the bottom of the stairs.

"Just a second!" I called back.

I stumbled as I grabbed my shoes while putting on a pair of socks. I hopped
down the stairs on one foot while I slid my sock on the other, with my pair
of shoes in hand.

"Dude, c'mon. We're already late." My dad complained as he walked towards
the kitchen.

"I'm sorry, but you should have told me sooner. Hey, I forgot to tell you
that Sean invited us over to watch the game, so take a shower and get
dressed. And we have to leave in five minutes." I mocked my dad.

"Alright, Alright. Let's go." He said, motioning me to the door.

I moved past him and headed to the front door. It was especially hot
outside. The stiff, warm air was stagnant, making it even hotter. I made it
to the passenger door of my dad's truck and waited for him while he locked
the front door. I opened the door once I heard the door unlock and saw my
dad walk towards the truck. I left the door open, but did not crawl in. The
car felt like an oven, so I stood there until my dad opened his door and
turned on the ignition, allowing the AC system to run on full blast. I
finally got in, but I opened the door's window.

"We've got stot stop by the store really quick to pick some things up." My
dad explained as he backed up out of the drive way.

As we drove down our street, the AC system in the car finally started to
blow cooler air, so I rolled my window back up. I looked out the window as
I saw the landscape change from a suburban to a more rural one. We lived
near a cluster of multiple towns and cities, so while it felt rural, it
also felt somewhat metropolitan. Fields, woods, and roads stretched for
miles and miles.  It was pretty impossible to get anywhere if you didn't
have a car. I stared at the forest along the road. I would stare into it as
a child and wonder if that forest was ever explored. I would think that
maybe people only teared down the forest to build houses and towns as they
went along, and maybe they didn't bother to look to see what was in the
forest. I had never been into it, especially because my dad would tell me
to never to go off wandering into it. Our backyard touched the edge of the
forest.

I was snapped back into reality when my dad turned on the radio. My eyes
were starting to hurt and I was getting a mild headache because of the
harsh sunlight. I looked around in the compartment under the armrest, and
the glove compartment until I found a pair of sunglasses I knew I had left
in my dad's truck.

Sean is one of my dad's friends from college. He lived a couple of towns
over, which was usually about a 45 minute drive, so we didn't see him very
often. I usually wouldn't bother to go with my dad to meet any of his
friends, but I liked Sean. His get togethers were never boring. He was
holding a cookout to watch the baseball game that day. I got comfortable in
my seat, anticipating the long ride. I really didn't know why, but I wasn't
feeling positive at the time. I thought that maybe the boringness of summer
was getting to me. Nick had gotten a job, so I wasn't spending as much time
with him anymore. I thought about getting a job, but my dad was against
it. I think he thought that once I got a job I would be less focused on
school. I leaned back in my chair as I stared into the distance of the once
forest that now turned into a grassy field.

A couple of minutes later, we had entered the next town over. We drove past
the neighborhoods of small, quaint cottages. The roads in this particular
town were very narrow, and a lot more hilly. We drove to the center of
town, where they had a large market. I assumed this particular store was
probably the busiest place in town. This town didn't have much to offer
accept a couple of stores and some family owned businesses. Whenever we
could, my father and I would make the effort to come to this particular
store, it always had everything we needed.

My dad pulled into the parking lot and slowly drove past taken parking
spaces and stay at home moms hauling full shopping carts with trails of
children behind them. We finally crept into an available parking space, and
hopped out of the truck. We maneuvered through the sun blazoned parking lot
with faded asphalt. As we entered the front door, the hot air turned
chilled. I immediately got goosebumps. I was wearing a blue tee shirt with
a baseball cap and some shorts, while my dad wore a casual shirt with
similar shorts to mine. My dad pushed an empty shopping cart through the
store while I trailed behind him. I looked around at all the different
colors of vegetables and fruits in the produce section.

"Mind getting some sodas?" My dad asked

I obeyed. I walked away from my dad and went towards the beverage isle.
Once I got there, I realized I had forgotten to ask my dad what kind of
soda to get. I stood there, blankly looking at multiple rows of various
types of sodas. I just grabbed a hold of multiple two liters of the most
popular types of sodas. I walked around for a while until I finally found
my dad again. I dumped the sodas into the shopping cart. The cart was
filled with bags of plastic plates, cups, and napkins. We trudged over to
one of the express lanes where you had to have fifteen items or less.

"We're also grabbing two bags of ice" My dad told the mildly attractive
clerk as I loaded the items onto the conveyor belt.

"Sure thing, sir" The guy said.

I snickered. I always found it amusing when someone called my dad sir.

"Shut up" My dad smiled as he nudged me with his elbow.

After ringing up all the items, the clerk would put everything into plastic
bags. While my dad finished up paying, the guy handed me the bags with a
half smile. He had light brown, short cut hair with green eyes and a couple
of light freckles under his eyes. He had a white, long sleeved shirt that
fit perfectly on his muscular body. The had his sleeves rolled up, and had
a folded over apron around his waist. I loaded the bags back into the cart
and pushed towards the exit door. My dad quickly followed behind me as he
folded over and stuffed the receipt into his wallet.

My dad lifted the bags from the cart and headed towards the truck while I
went to go put the cart away. On my way back to the truck I caught an older
woman looking at me. Her children were loading onto her truck while she was
putting the groceries in the back. He looked like she was in her early
forties, thin, still attractive. I caught her checking me out through the
side of her sunglasses. I bet she was the type with a husband that worked
all day and when he came home he didn't want to fuck her because he was too
tired. She was probably yearning for a strapping young guy to take
her. I'll admit, I was flattered, and I involuntarily smiled.

When I got back in the truck, we pulled out of the parking space and headed
back to the road.  The rest of the way there was spent with me looking out
the window and making small talk with my dad. I was starving by the time we
got there. We drove into a nice small town. The type with the center of
town having older looking connected buildings and lots of greenery. My dad
pulled into a neighborhood with different houses. Each one had its own
unique color and structure to it.  After a couple minutes of maneuvering
through the neighborhood, we finally drove up to a drive way. The house had
dark red bricks with white trimming around the windows and door. The
driveway was almost full with other cars. I assumed we weren't the only
ones invited.

I slid out of the passenger side seat and helped my dad retrieve the bags
from the back. My dad handed me a few and we made our way towards the front
door. I rang the doorbell and we stood there motionless until someone
came. We could hear indistinct chatter coming through from the
backyard. There two large pots of plants on either side of the door, each
with flowers in full bloom. The door finally flung open to reveal a woman,
Sean's wife.

"Hey!" She yelled out when she saw my father and I. "Sean!" She called out.

She jumped towards us to give us both a hug. She smelled of a light perfume
and laundry detergent.

"Come in, come in!" She said excitedly as she took a couple of the bags.

My dad closed the door behind us as we walked in. We followed her past a
flight of stairs and down the corridor to the kitchen. The kitchen had
light cream colored cabinets with darker accents. The door leading to the
backyard patio opened and a couple of children ran in. Their father, Sean
soon followed after them. The children circled around the kitchen island
with their mother trying to grab a hold of them before they ran off towards
the hallway.

"Hey, man! How's it going?" Sean called out once he saw my dad.

They traded a firm shake of the hand and a couple pats on the back. They
had not seen each other in a while, so it felt like a small reunion. My dad
and Sean were about the same age, and had roughly around the same
build. Sean had very short cut light brown hair and a pale skin tone. He
looked pretty good, and the only indication of him aging was small wrinkles
under his eyes.

"Woah, you just get bigger and bigger every time I see you!" Sean said as
he turned his attention to me. "How's it going?" He asked.

"Pretty good" I said as we slapped hands together.

After my father and Sean exchanged pleasantries, we headed out to the
patio. There were already plenty of people there. It wasn't crowded, but
there were definitely more people than I had expected. Multiple people
gathered around a barbeque grill packed with hamburgers and hot dogs. The
group of people mainly consisted of my dad's friends. I knew most of them,
but had not seen them for quite a while. I was certainly the center of
attention. I never really understood why people were so damn fascinated
with children growing up. It felt like every time I saw someone who I
hadn't seen in awhile, they would "ooh" and "ahh" at how much i'd "grown".
Truth be told, it would get annoying very quickly.

The rest of the afternoon was spent with my father and I catching up with
people, and stuffing our faces with hamburgers.

*****

I had met this girl halfway through the afternoon. She had decided to sit
next to me as I was enjoying some chips with soda. She was a tall blonde in
a pony tail with short cut jean shorts and a turquoise tank top, paired
with thin sandals. She was attractive, and had a sense of respect to
her. She seemed like the type of girl to think twice before fooling around
with any guy. We got to know each other a little bit, and after a while it
became evident that she sat next to me for a reason. She was flirting. I
took her hints and responded accordingly. By the end of our little meet, I
got her phone number and gave her a text to make sure she got mine. We
stayed talking about little things until she had to leave. I could see her
dad shooting daggers at me, but it didn't last long. Everyone here thought
of me as a respectable young man. When she had to leave, her father even
shook my hand. I guess it was a sign of approval from him for me to pursue
his daughter.  It was almost midnight, the sky was black, turning into a
deep dark blue in the horizon. There was a gentle breeze of warm air, while
the humming of cicadas buzzed from the trees. The barbeque grill once full
with hot dogs and burgers was now nothing more than charcoal ashes.  Those
of us who were still there sat around a large lawn table.

My dad glanced at me from the other side of the table and nodded his head,
signaling that we were leaving. As I got up, I said my goodbyes and
goodnights to the people around me. We said our goodbyes, goodnights, and
shook the hands of all these friends we had not seen in awhile.

*****

Finally, we were on our way back home. I had not noticed before, but most
of these roads on the way back had very little street lights. Every once in
awhile we would pass one that would dimly light the inside of the
truck. The truck was silent, except for the humming of the tires rotating
on the asphalt.

I was thinking about the girl who I had met that afternoon. Her name was
Rebecca. I thought about how she was clearly flirting with me. I flashed a
wide grin as I thought about someone actually wanting me. As hard as I
tried to remain awake, the night got the better of me, and I began to doze
off.

*****

I woke up with my head resting against the window, which was warm from the
summer air. The radio was on the lowest volume, yet I could perfectly hear
the song that was playing over the low humming of the tires. I sat upright
to look around at my surroundings. The road was so dark I could barely see
the trees. I stared forwards until I could recognize a familiar landmark or
setting. We were barely halfway home. I sighed, and rested my head against
the headrest of my seat. I tilted my head to look over at my dad. He had
both hands on the steering wheel, focusing on the road ahead him. I then
looked the opposite way, looking at the trees disappearing into the
darkness as we drove past them.

Out of habit, I dismissed the erection I had in my shorts as morning wood.
I usually had a hard cock whenever I woke up from a nap, or a good night's
sleep. It laid against my waist, pressed down to my thigh by the elastic in
my underwear. I shifted in my seat and opened my legs wider.  The fabric
moving against my cock gave me a small taste of the pleasure to come. I
laid my head back and closed my eyes as I laid my left hand on my my lap,
right on top of my cock.

Discreetly, I wrapped my fingers around the outline my dick, and firmly
pressed down with my palm, rubbing the shaft. I took long, shallow
breaths. It felt pleasurable, but it was the equivalent of biting and
chewing a really good sandwich, but not being able to swallow. Slowly, I
continued to rub my shaft, making the intensity of my erection grow. My lap
was quite warm from the heat my dick was giving off. Blood thickened my
adolescent dick to a rock hard state. I kind of wanted to doze off, but my
lust would not allow it. With my thumb, middle, and fore finger, I rubbed
my the head of my cock. The fabric from my underwear and shorts were
preventing me from feeling the full experience.

I continued this motion for some time. While I was not necessarily trying
to be sneaky about it, I also wasn't trying to be noticeable. But of
course, I could have only been so discreet.

With his eyes still fixed on the road, my dad slightly turned his head to
me, "Enjoying yourself over there?", he asked.

"A little..." I responded, and we both broke out in laughter.

"Sorry." I wasn't too sure if jerking it in the car would be the right
thing to do, so I apologized, just in case.

"It's fine.", my dad said approvingly. "Hook up your phone"

I proceeded to pull out my phone from my pocket and grabbed the auxiliary
cable my dad has in his glove box. It being dark, I struggled to find the
input for the cable on the stereo system. I poked the hard piece of plastic
around the input before I finally got it in. I spent the next couple of
minutes browsing through my favorite porn site, cock still hard on my lap,
scrolling through previews of videos, until I found a couple that looked
promising. I played one, and the voice of a girl moaning blared from the
speakers. I adjusted the volume to better fit the quiet environment.  She
was a young, petite brunette chick with her hair pulled into a
ponytail. She groped and squeezed her unsupported tits to let them flop
around in her tank top. She later rubbed her pussy through the outside of
her underwear. After a couple of moments, a small wet stain began to form
on her underwear, indicating she was indeed wet and ready for
penetration. I loved to gawk at porn for a while before I played with
myself.

"Let me see, dude?" My dad asked

I handed him my phone, and he held it with his right hand while his left
hand was still on the steering wheel. He looked back and forth from my
phone to the road.

"That's a nice, juicy rack" My dad said as he lusted over the girl and
handed me back the phone.

The high pitched moans and squeals of the girl drove out the humming of the
tires on the road. I placed my phone on the armrest between my father and
I. I wasted no time in leaning backwards and unbuttoning my shorts. I slid
them all the down to my ankles. I sat there in my boxer briefs, with a
thick hard cock perfectly outlined against my thigh. I picked my phone back
up with my left hand, and rubbed my cock with my right hand.

I firmly rubbed my dick which was being held down by the stretchy cotton of
my underwear.  Over time, it grew too stiff and engorged to lay comfortably
in my underwear. I then commenced to take off my underwear. I grabbed them
by the opening of my right leg hole and slowly started to slip them off. My
skin tight underwear crept down the side of my meaty legs. My rigid dick
traveled with it until the waistband went too low, and it ricocheted back
up to wobble around for a couple of seconds.

I firmly gripped the base with my right hand and trailed the shaft with my
thumb. As I gradually applied a rhythmic pressure, I tilted my head back on
the headrest to further relax. The hums and moans of the girl really got me
off. I tilted my head to peek down at my phone still on the armrest. I
craved for the girl in the video. What I would have given to be able to
fuck her slippery pussy while squeezing her pillowy tits. I rubbed my cock
with the same motion she was fondling her clit.

My eyes drifted over to look at my dad. He had both hands on the steering
wheel as he looked away. Even though he looked like nothing was going on
next to him, I could tell he was probably willing to join in. His hands
were tightly clenched around the steering wheel. He arms were also stiff,
showing off his muscular, hairy forearms. My eyes examined as they traveled
down his torso. My gaze was met with a rock hard erection hidden under his
shorts. I could see the large rod shaped lump in his shorts, resting on his
lap.

I flashed a sly smile, and returned my attention back to my own rock hard
erection. As I firmly griped my base with my thumb and forefinger and moved
upward, a small droplet of precum formed at my head. The clear, gooey,
liquid substance became too much for it to remain perched on my head, and
it ran down the side of my young, yet thick cock. My warm palm enveloped my
shaft as I rubbed it with a steady motion.

After a while of playing with myself, i noticed the surrounding area
starting to look less foreign.  The barely light forestry looked familiar,
and I realized that I had a couple of minutes until we got home. "Should I
wait to finish till we get home?", I asked myself. I pondered on it for a
couple of seconds. I had already been aroused for some time, so the threat
of blue balls was imminent. I have had my fair share of blue balls in the
past. Sometimes I would get especially aroused at school or at
inappropriate times, and I could do nothing but hide my boner and endure
the unpleasantness in my lower stomach. A guy like me has to relieve
himself of his sexual tension whenever it comes around.

My hand glided up and down the prominent veins on my cock. My left thigh
would twitch sometimes with the jolts of pleasure from my crotch. I
slouched down on my chair as I vigorously jerked away at my stiff rod with
my right arm. My left arm flexed as it gripped the armrest on my side. I
grimaced and shut my eyes as I took in the pleasure emanating from my
shaft. I breathed slow and heavy as the pressure in me started to grow. I
was on the verge of cumming, on the cusp of the releasing my adolescent
semen as I had done time and time gain.  My toes curled in my shoes, and my
thighs stiffened. My legs were pressed against the car door and the other
side of the interior. An intense feeling took over me at my core as my cock
released a steady stream of cum. I turned my head to the side and indulged
myself in my pleasure as I could feel my chest being showered in cum.

I regained my breath, sat up straight, and assessed the situation. I looked
down to see that my tee shirt was doused in cum here and there. The thick
globs of my manhood resting on my chest were evidence of my virility and
youthfulness.

"Looked like fun" My dad said, smiling my way.

"It was" I responded as I carefully pulled my tee shirt over my head.

I looked behind me to see that a small droplet of cum had hit the head
rest, next to my ear. I balled my shirt up into a ball and gently wiped it
off. My cock was still engorged and thick, but it laid down on my thigh
rather than upright. I wiped my cock off with my shirt, cleaning it of any
leftover fluids. I rested my head back and let the breeze from the air
conditioning cool my warm body. I had felt satisfied. The sexual side of me
had finally been put back to rest, for now.

"Just in time, dude" My dad said to me as he pulled into our neighborhood's
street.

"Just in time" I thought to myself. I pulled my shorts and underwear up
from my meaty slug still slick from semen. I also cleared the porn playing
on my phone.  My dad pressed the garage door remote he had on his visor,
and he pulled up to our pitch black garage. My dad made sure to close the
garage before we got out of the truck.

The truck was turned off, and the garage was pitch black. I slowly opened
my door and crept out.  We always kept a lot of shit in our garage, so
there was always a danger of bumping into, and tripping over something. The
garage was hot, intensely hot. The heat radiating from the car's engine
didn't help either. I shifted my feet through the dark to avoid tripping
over anything, and I was almost at what I had believed to be the garage
door when the lights came on.

My dad stood right in front of the door leading into the house, with his
hand on the light switch. I was a good couple feet away, next to our
bikes. As I walked towards my dad I noticed his erection was still around,
firmly pressed against the side of his thigh. My dad wasn't saying much,
and the expression on his face was one I had seen a couple of times
before. He was in heat, sexually frustrated. I noticed him looking at me as
I walked his way. My upper body was exposed, with my cum soaked shirt flung
over my shoulder. He walked in and held the door open for me.

I immediately flipped the light switch that illuminated the hallway in our
home. The walls in this particular hallway came to life, but the rest of
the house remained dark, cold, still. My dad walked towards the living room
and I followed him like a son does. As we walked into the living room, he
flung his car keys onto the coffee table, picked up the remote, and let
himself fall onto the sofa facing the television. I sat on the other sofa,
eager, anxious to see what he would do. I didn't know why, but I was quite
intrigued as to what he would do next. Regularly I would have gone up to my
room to go to sleep, but I wanted to see if he would play good dad and
leave masturbation for his bedroom, or be the sexual deviant and jerk off
while his son watched. He chose the latter.

He turned on the TV and quickly switched the channel to those in adult
entertainment. We had acquired the channels after we had first jerked off
together, and my dad thought it would be fun to acquire premium porn since
we could both enjoy it without having to hide. The television came alive
with a scene of two girls at the pool. From the short amount of time I
watched the scene, I came to understand that the girls had skipped school
and thought it would be fun to go to the pool instead. They jumped into the
pool with their uniform on, soaking their white button up shirts. Of
course, they did not wear bras, so they're tits were there, and plain as
day. They continued to sunbathe and then play with eachothers clits shortly
after. The my dad and the dark living room was lit by the flashy colors on
screen.

I turned to watch him, and he was already pawing at himself. He right arm
was upward, clutching the pillow behind him. He slowly rubbed and tugged on
his boner with his left hand. I stopped paying all attention to the girls
on screen as my dad took center stage in my mind. This mature man laid
there on the couch pleasing himself like one would imagine a twelve year
old boy would. My dad could easily go out into the night and bring home
some pussy, but he would much rather stay at home and share the moment with
his son, and pleasure himself like he knows he likes to be done.

I know he knew I was watching him. It was as if he was like "I'll show you
how a real man does it". If that was the case, he was more than right. The
way he jerked off put me to shame. He made me look like the stupid, sex
crazed teenager that holds masturbation to the same sense of instant
gratification as anything else. My dad was a man who took his time. Clearly
he enjoyed every single moment of self pleasure. My dad was above jerking
off for the sake of jerking off.  He did it for the pleasure, for his
manhood.

He finally undid the top button on his shorts, and kicked them off his
legs. His underwear were those that had a long leg, had they not been,
there would have been no way they could contain his massive dick. He slid
those off too. This cock is surely a sight to see. I would imagine it would
make a girl my dad brings home think twice about whether pain may overcome
pleasure.  Like I had done before, he grabbed his cock and started stroke
away. At one point he had placed his index finger on his head. A thick,
gooey strand of precum followed his finger as he pulled it away. He wiped
it on his thigh, and continued to stroke. Thankfully, our foreskins would
allow us to stroke without any lube, but of course, lube always made it
feel a little better. The thick precum oozed down my dad's cock, which
later gave him a slight natural lubricant that gave his cock a slick and
glossy look. After a while, I could tell that he was on the verge of
cumming. He pressed down and covered one side of his face with the pillow
underneath him, and I could tell I was right. He clenched his jaw and shut
his eyes tight. His arm that was over his head flexed, showing off his
toned biceps.

I heard him moan as his cock released the onslaught of cum. Like I had done
before, he let his cum land on his shirt. It was pretty convenient for the
time being. Shirts always make the best cum rags. When he was done moaning
and twitching in pleasure, he let himself relax, taking in a deep breath
and unclenching his body. He got a splash of cum on his thumb, which he
just licked clean off, and later commened to take off his shirt. Still
breathing a little heavy, he asked:

"Wanna watch a movie?" As if I had not just witnessed him blow a load.

"Sure" I responded as I laid back on the sofa.

He tossed me the remote to look for one while he slipped on his underwear.
His with massive cock still full grown in his boxers, he walked into the
kitchen to make us some popcorn. The rest of the night was spent with us
watching a movie in our underwear. We added our own commentary to the
movie, which we would later toss popcorn at one another whenever we
disagreed. He insisted I would have to vacuum the popcorn the next day.