Date: Mon, 14 Aug 2006 09:47:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: namdc@yahoo.com
Subject: Dad On The Hideaway, Part 4

My dad and I had another couple of drinks, and finished watching the
movie. He and I made fun of all the women, with their enormous fake tits,
and laughed about how they were all going to be sore in the morning, from
all the pounding they were getting from those huge cocks. After my third
screwdriver, I was pretty wasted. Somewhere along the line, I must of
passed out. I don't remember falling asleep, but I woke up in the
morning on the hideaway.
My dad wasn't in the bed with me. I looked at the clock and realized he
must have already gone to work. When I finally pulled myself out of bed,
I went into the kitchen and found a note he had left me. It read `John,
I slept in your bed last night. Ill be home a little after 6. I want to
talk. - Dad'.
My heart started racing. `Oh man,' I thought, `now he really is
freaked out. He's going to say that beating off together grossed him
out, and he's going to stay somewhere else.' I really loved my dad, and
I didn't want anything to ruin our relationship. But in the back of my
mind, I was hoping that we could watch some more porn together. I wanted
to take another look at that enormous cock of his.
I started thinking about what happened the night before, and I just
couldn't see how anything we did was all that wrong. I had jacked off
with my friends Brendan and Keith in High School, while watching one of
their dad's dirty movies. We all enjoyed it, and as far as I knew, they
were both straight. If two brothers could beat off together with a
friend, what was so wrong with a father and son doing it? I decided I
would just have to wait until my dad got home, and find out what he
wanted to talk about. It wasn't doing any good worrying about it.
When my dad got back from work that night, I had dinner waiting for him.
Just a simple steaks and potatoes thing, which I knew he liked. After we
had finished eating, he told me to come into the living room with him, so
we could talk. I started to get nervous again, dreading that he might
have bad news.
"John," he said, " I got a little worried about you the last couple of
nights. I don't mind if you have a drink now and then, but I think you
should stick to just beer, until you're old enough to handle the
stuff." So that was it - he was afraid I was going to become an
alcoholic. I enjoyed a good buzz, but I didn't drink too often. Some of
my older friends wouldn't let me have any until I was twenty-one, and a
few others we recovering addicts, which meant no drinks, no drugs. I had
a couple of friends, like Chris, who'd let me have a drink if I asked
for it, but I didn't abuse their generosity.
"Alright, Dad," I said, "I don't drink too often, but you're right,
I should just stick to beer when I do have one." I looked into my dad's
blue eyes, and I could see a little twinkle as he smiled at me. That made
my heart skip a beat, and my dick to swell a little bit.
"Good, John, I'm glad to hear you say that. But that doesn't mean I
can't have one. Make me another one of those screwdrivers, would ya ?
And get yourself one of the beers I brought home." I went into the
kitchen to make his drink, and when I came back, the hideaway was open,
and I found him standing in front of the DVD player, wearing only his
boxers and t-shirt.
"Show me how to work this thing, John," He was holding the case for the
other porn film I had rented - `The Devil Wears Nada'. I put drinks
down, and came over to show him how to work the player. I stood behind
him, so he wouldn't notice the hard bulge in my pants, and showed him
how to work it, step by step. At one point, I had to reach past him to
show him which button to push, and my denim-clad dick pressed up against
his leg. He leaned back slightly as I reached around him, so that our
bodies were touching from my knee to my shoulder. I wanted to let my hand
drop down and grab his big cock, but I controlled myself. I didn't want
to risk freaking him out.
Once the movie was in, my dad stretched out on the hideaway. I could tell
he was half-way hard already. I sat down on the edge of the bed, and took
my clothes off. I wasn't wearing any underwear, so when I got into bed
with my dad, I was completely naked. I slid over, and laid down, pressing
against my dad's hairy leg. My cock was raging hard, and precum was
starting to flow out of my piss slit. My dad was looking at my dick, as
his cock grew to it's full length inside his boxers. He reached down,
and started rubbing his hand up and down his shaft, through the thin
fabric of his shorts. I wrapped my hand around my own dick, and spread my
juices around the bottom of my dickhead with my thumb.
"Uh, John," my dad said, nervously, as he groped his cock harder "how
does that feel on your hand? I mean, is it sticky?"
"No, Dad, it's slippery." The excitement of him asking me about my
precum again made me produce more of it. I moved my hand around my dick,
and got my juices all over my meat. My fingers slipped off my cock and I
started coating my balls, and running a finger in between my butt cheeks.
My dad got up, and slid off his boxers. He came back into bed and slid up
against me. He rolled over on his side, facing me. His knuckles touched
my leg as he wrapped his hand around his massive member. It felt like
electricity running through me, every time he slowly moved his hand up
and down his shaft, his fingers sliding against my leg.
"God, I'd love to know what that feels like," He said in a whisper.
I decided it was time to go for broke. I was going to see how far I could
take this, no matter what might happen later.
"Hey Dad, if you want to know what it feels like, why don't you jack
me. I mean, because you want to know what it's like." I didn't know
how he might react to that, but like I said, I had to find out how much
he'd be willing to do.
He took his eyes off of my throbbing cock, and looked me in the face.
"Are you sure you want me to do that, John?"
Hell yeah! I thought to myself.
"Sure Dad, it's cool. If you really want to know,"
My dad let go of his own dick, and it fell onto my leg. Then he put his
hand on my leg, and I started to shake with pleasure. Half of his cock
was rubbing against my thigh as he moved his hand up my leg to just below
my balls. I moved my own hand away from my crotch, so that he'd have
full access to whatever he wanted to touch. He caressed my inner thigh
before moving up to my balls. He ran his fingers lightly over them, and
continued until the tips of his fingers were tickling the bottom of my
dickhead. I was pumping out even more precum, and it ran down my cock,
pooling on top of my sac.
He was just rubbing his fingertips under my piss slit, and I wanted him
to do more, so I said "Dad, spread it all around my cock and balls." It
felt weird, but exciting, to be telling my dad what to do with my dick.
"Like this?" he said, and put his whole hand around the head of my
cock, making me pour out a huge gush of precum. He started swirling his
hand around the head, the shaft, then the balls. He was doing this, and
sliding his monster rod against my leg at the same time. I gasped, and
pushed my hips up, forcing my cock into his fist. "Yeah, this is really
slick, son. It's a lot better than KY." he told me, while his hand was
going up and down my shaft. I let out a moan. It felt so good, but I had
to make him stop, or I would blow my load in no time.
"Hey Dad, hold on a minute." I put my hand on his, making him stop
pumping my cock. "Can I touch yours? I've never seen your dick before,
and it's so huge." I didn't wait for him to reply - I was going to get
my hands on his cock, no matter what the consequences might be.
My dad let go of my dick, and rolled onto his back. I reached down
towards his crotch, letting my fingers trail along his furry belly,
stopping at the base of his cock. I gently massaged his pubic area, and
gently circles is cock with my fist.
"God, Dad, it's so big. I can't even get my hand all the way around
it." I started stroking his meat, making his shudder when I played with
the base of his cockhead. "I've never felt anything like that, Dad."
"That feels real nice, John," he said. With that encouragement, I
decided to turn myself around on the bed, until my face was in front of
his massive meat. That seemed to encourage my dad, too, because he then
took hold of my dick again, and massaged more lube out of my piss slit.
Then he looked down at me, and asked me a question.
"Have you ever tasted it?"
"My precum?" I asked. "Yeah, it's sort of like cum, only sweeter."
His face was only a few inches from my dick, and he was licking his full,
soft lips. "You can try it, if you want." Oh my God! My own dad wanted
to know what my precum tasted like! And I told him he could try it!
My dad didn't say anything at first. He just leaned closer to my
cockhead, and sniffed at it for a second, taking in the sex-smell coming
from my dick. He then stuck out his tongue, and for the first time I
realized how his tongue looked a lot like mine, long and wide. I thought
he was only going to touch the tip of my cock with that pink snake, but
instead, he put it about an inch below my cockhead, and slid it
caressingly up and over my glans, lapping in my juices. I thought I was
going to explode as his tongue flicked again and again over the most
sensitive part of my dick.
"That tastes really good, John," He said. "I like it. Do you mind if I
keep doing this for awhile? The taste of this stuff really turns me on."
I had to catch my breath before telling him "Yeah, Dad, that'd be
great. Only, maybe you could move your tongue a little slower." The way
he was working my cockhead was so intense, it almost hurt.
"Alright, son. Here, let me try this," And with that, he took hold of
my cock, and closed his lips around it. Oh, it felt so sweet, my own dad
taking my dick in his mouth, moving his hot tongue slowly around the
entire head.
I couldn't hold back any longer. I opened my mouth and took as much of
his huge dick in my mouth as I could. He let out a moan, and took in more
of my throbbing cock , while I relaxed my jaw and throat muscles, finally
getting to the bottom of his rock hard cock. My dad started to moan
again, longer this time, and letting my cock slip out of his mouth. I
didn't mind; feeling his great big dick slide up and down my throat
turned me on so much, I felt like I could cum without anything touching
my cock.
My dad started breathing hard, and said "Oh my God, I've never felt
anything like this!" He started pushing his cock gently into my gullet.
I grabbed his ass and pulled him harder into me. He seemed to get the
idea of what I wanted, and began face-fucking me. I felt him take my dick
back into his own mouth, and going down ever further. I don't think he
could take the whole thing, but he sure seemed to be trying!
I had to get off of his huge meat to say "Dad, I'm going to cum!" I
wanted to do it in his mouth, but some guys don't like that. I was still
worried about freaking him out.
He put his hand around my dick and said "Me too, son!". When he said
that, I plunged back down on his cock, moving my head up and down
quickly, loving every second it was shoved deep into my throat. I felt my
orgasm starting, and took just the head of his dick in my mouth, sucking
hard.
My back arched, and I let my cum loose. I couldn't look down, but
because of where his face was, I knew it must be shooting right onto his
face. Knowing that made my orgasm even more intense than the last two
times. I was shooting out the biggest load I had ever done.
I heard my dad saying "Yeah, baby, yeah! Ugh!" just before his load
started hitting the back of my throat. He shot at least five big loads
into my mouth. I sucked every last bit out of him before finally letting
it go. I looked down at my dad's face, and I was right. My cum covered
his cheeks and nose, dripping onto the sheets. I could see that his lips
were wet, like he had licked them. He had eaten my cum!
We laid there for a while, not saying anything, the movie's grunts and
moans filling in the silence. I finally got up and brought a damp
washcloth to wipe my dad's face off. He was laying with his eyes closed,
and when I started cleaning him up, a small grin came across his face.
"Thank you, John." he said. "For everything."
"No problem, Dad. Anytime." was all I could say.
I wondered if there would be another time, and and if we were ever going
to talk about this. . .