Date: Sat, 16 Jan 2016 08:17:46 -0800
From: Robert Gibbs <seapirut@gmail.com>
Subject: Dad is My Midnight Visitor Part 2

Dad's My Midnight Visitor

- Part 2 -

Dad had become a regular visitor to my bed since we first made love a
couple of months ago.  My name is Daniel and just graduated from high
school and approaching 19 years of age.  I'm gay and love having sex with
my hunk of a dad.  He's 40, tall, muscular, trim and a real man's man.  We
became lovers when Mom cut him off from sex for about 6 months.  I really
can't understand that.  Dad is a gentle and passionate lover, his 8 inch
cock and hot mouth delivering ecstasy in heavenly ways.  Dad would come
into my room 5 or 6 nights a week to fuck me, but we would also make love
anytime that mom was out of the house for a couple of hours.

I know Dad used to drive her into a frenzy as I could hear them fucking
when they went to bed a couple of hours after me.  I would hear my mom's
pitched cries of lust and their bed squeaking like it was trying to launch
into orbit.  Occasionally I'd hear the slurping noises of my mom giving dad
head, my Dad's whispers telling her to suck him, to take the whole rod in
her mouth.  I would jerk off listening to them, imagining what Dad's hard
cock looked like slamming into Mom's pussy or down her throat.  It was
perverted, but I didn't care.  The sounds of their sex were erotic as all
hell.  That's what surprised me; that Dad felt he needed to come to me to
relieve his sexual needs because mom didn't want to have sex anymore.  It
was just bizarre in my head.  Dad knew how to fuck me and make love to me,
driving me into a orgasmic frenzy each time...I was the lucky one in the
house, I guess.

I chose to go to a local community college after high school instead of a
state university.  I didn't want to leave Dad's side.  I loved him, he was
now my partner, and I loved the way we made each other feel when we
screwed.  After my first quarter in school, Mom and Dad decided to get
divorced.  Dad and I had been fucking on a regular basis for almost a year
at that point.  I guess it wasn't all that surprising since they seemed to
have drifted apart.  Their divorce was amicable.  My Dad paid her a large
sum of money so he could keep the house.  She took most of the furniture
and stuff, but Dad didn't care, he just bought more.  Of course, I stayed
with Dad and the house was now ours.  I'd visit my Mom in her new little
bungalow and she seemed happy enough.  We maintained a good relationship,
but I could never tell her that I replaced her in my Dad's life.  I think
that would send any woman to the loony bin.  Besides, she didn't need to
know, that was between Dad and me.  Within about a year, Mom found a new
man and seemed happy with Gregg.  He was okay, in a pencil-dicked weasel
sort of way.

Typically, I would get home from my evening classes about 8 pm and Dad
would have dinner ready for me.  I worked part time in the morning so I
could go to school at night.  Dad worked in construction and made a decent
piece of change.  After dinner, I would do the dishes and a couple hours of
homework.  Around 11 or so, Dad and I would go to bed.  I had moved into
his room after Mom left the house.

We would slowly undress each other and start our love making standing,
stroking each other's bodies while we kissed.  We would then move to the
bed and begin with cuddling and grinding on each other.  My cock was now
about 7 ½ inches and was approaching the length of my Dad's hard 8
inches.  My cock was fat and heavily veined like his.  We take turns
fucking, sometimes Dad would fuck me and sometimes I'd fuck him.  It all
depended on our mood.  Sometimes we'd just 69 and blow our loads in each
other's mouths.

Our love making wasn't limited to the bedroom either.  Dad loved to fuck me
on the kitchen table on Sunday mornings, using butter or Crisco as lube.
He would hold my legs wide open while he'd stand in front of my ass hanging
over the edge of the table and drill his humungous cock in and out of me.
I would grunt and groan loudly while he pile-drived my hole.  Dad really
enjoyed talking dirty while he fucked me, telling me "Take that cock, boy!
Yeah, take it all.  You like Daddy's cock in ya, don't ya?  Yeah, fucking
ya good.  Ride up on my cock, make love to my rod baby."

I didn't have class on Thursdays, so I'd have dinner ready for Dad when he
got home.  Since it was just me and Dad, I'd usually only wear some tight
gym shorts from when I was about 16.  I had grown and so they were now
quite snug on my trim body.  The lining had worn and started to tear so I
cut them out of the shorts.  My cock would make an obscene bulge,
threatening to escape down the side of the leg since I wouldn't wear any
underwear with them.  Sometimes I'd be just in a jock when Dad came home,
my plump, athletic ass hanging out the back and my throbbing cock pushing
the pouch to its limits.  We would greet each other with a hello and a
kiss, rubbing each other while we played tonsil hockey.  Sometimes we'd get
so hot that the dinner would burn while we fucked.  We'd end up with a
pizza on those nights and a smoldering hunk of meat in the garbage.

I perversely enjoyed answering the door to the pizza guy in my tight
shorts, my half hard cock straining against the tight fabric.  The first
time the pizza guy delivered to us I thought he was going to swallow his
tongue.  I gave him a coy smile and fat tip, since he couldn't have my fat
cock, and sent him on his way.  Dad and I would joke about inviting him
in...maybe someday.  I suspected that he'd be sure to get our order to
deliver if he saw our address pop up in their computer.  Sometimes Dad
would answer the door in his bathrobe, loosely tied so that just the
slightest of cracks formed between the edges, giving the slightest hint of
something naughty in the shadows of the robe.  One particular time, the
pizza guy had forgot part of our order and I went outside to catch him
before he drove off.  I came up to his car in my tight shorts and knocked
on his window, telling him he forgot the wings.  I could clearly see the
outline of his cock in his jeans as he sat in the driver's seat.  He
apologized and found our wings in a different delivery pouch.  He had
moaned quietly as he bent sideways searching for the wings, so I knew his
hard rod gave him a shot of joy with his movements.  I thanked him as he
handed the box of wings to me, flexing my butt cheeks so that it would
force the front of my groin and cock even further against my thread bare
and tight shorts.  I walked away and turned to look at his car when I was
about 20 feet away.  I could clearly see him straining against the back of
his seat and his arms moving, apparently doing something in his crotch
area.  I watched for a second or two more and realized that he had pulled
his cock out of his pants to jerk off.  Horney little fucker.  Yeah, Dad
and I should fuck him sometime...soon.