Date: Sat, 27 Sep 2014 18:44:03 -0700
From: Mister Stories <mrstories777@gmail.com>
Subject: Dirty Sheets

This is a fictional story about an adult son having a sexual encounter with
his father. If you are under the age of 18 or the legal age for viewing
pornographic material in your jurisdiction, or if you are offended by such
material, do not continue reading. Please do not replicate this story.

I'd love to hear your comments! Feel free to write to me at
mrstories777@gmail.com

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It was a late sunny afternoon. I was sitting in my room, mindlessly
browsing the web.

I heard a knock on my door, and then, "Can I come in?"

It was my dad. I always hated when I heard his voice. It's not that I
didn't love him, but it was just... complicated. We were never that close
even though I wanted to be. You see, I'm gay, and I didn't think he would
accept me for that. Ever since he and my mom divorced, he's been trying to
repair our relationship and I've just sort of been playing along.

"Sure."

I didn't turn around or anything, but I heard the door open and my father's
footsteps come towards me.

"How's my boy?" he asked. I gave a dismissive "fine", continuing to read
some forum. Usually at this point he'd go ahead and ask me what I wanted
for dinner, or tell me about some dumb event in his day, or just say
"good". But today? "We need to have a talk."

I always hated this. My mind automatically went to the worst possible
place, "Did he find out that I'm gay?" I thought. Well, I took a deep
breath, turned around, and hoped for the best.

"Son, every time I do the laundry I have to wash your sheets twice. We've
never talked about masturbation before, but I think now that it's just you
and me that we can take an hour or so and get this figured out."

I was red in the face at this point. A combination of scared and annoyed.
Why is this such a big deal? Just wash the damn things twice and don't talk
about it, like we've done for years. I couldn't even say anything, but my
dad picked up on my feelings.

"Don't be mad at me son. Here, let me show you what I want you to do from
now on."

At this point, my dad left the room. That confused me, but he has a quirky
sense of humor so I tried to calm down while he was out. I waited for about
another minute, and then hoped he just got preoccupied with something else
and went back to my computer.

Then, footsteps. I childishly pretended not to notice him. I thought it was
working for a few seconds, but then he sternly said, "Son, look at me."

I turned around and there was my old man. Butt. Naked. I haven't seen him
like that for at least 10 years. The last time was probably when I was
about 4 or 5 and he came out of the shower while I was teasing him. But
there he was, now much older and totally exposed.

"Hope you don't mind, but I figured you wouldn't care if I had my pecker
out." He laughed a bit, his slightly not-soft penis jiggling. This was
already pretty damn great; I was leaking in my jeans. I had no idea just
HOW good it was about to get though.

He walked towards me, his penis getting increasingly hard. "I took some
Viagra as you can tell," he said as he gave me a little wink. He then spoke
in a kind, fatherly tone, "Son, please don't be uncomfortable. Don't be mad
at me. Don't be afraid to look." At this point I took the invitation and
stared straight at his big dong. He moved one step closer and put his left
hand on my shoulder. "I'm doing this for you my boy so you can keep playing
with your wee wee when you move out without embarrassing your lady friends
when they come over."

Of course he had to mention the fact that I don't have a girlfriend, but I
quickly forgot about it. My fucking dad was right there, his wiener fully
erect, his slightly saggy man boobs sprinkled with gray hairs, his wrinkly
face with a wry smile. I started feeling guilty for my straining erection,
but my dad picked up on it, tipped my chin upwards, and said, "Why do you
still have your clothes on?"

I stammered an innocent-sounding "huh", but my heart was going "YES YES YES
YES YES". He walked right up to me and started undoing my polo. His penis
was putting the slightest pressure on hips.

I started tugging at my shirt to get it off. "I'll take care of it son," he
said quietly, almost whispering. "Just raise your arms." I did, and he
pulled the damn thing up off me. "Jesus my boy," he said. "We really need
to talk about getting you on a diet." I normally would've been offended,
but this was not the time. He meant it in jest and I loved him for it. He
bent his naked body forward and kissed my nipple, giving me a chance to
look over him and scope out his pale buttcheeks. "Nice," I said,
inadvertently.

"You're scoping out my ass aren't you son?" he said sternly. It scared me
at first but then he cracked a smile and I knew it was ok. "It's all right,
your chest is doing it for me. Both of us haven't gotten any women in a
long ass time." Sure, I thought. That's totally why.

He got down on his knees and undid the button on my jeans, then fondled
with my zipper until it was also undone. Then with his big, manly hands, he
grabbed both my jeans and my briefs and with one fell swoop took them
off. My erection popped out instantly. We were both silent as he stared at
it swinging back and forth. Back and forth. Back. And forth.

Recalling the next 20 seconds feels like it all happened in slow motion. He
looked up at me and said, "Now let's talk about keeping those sheets..."
Something inside me ticked at "sheets". The saggy skin surrounding his
eyes. His firm, throbbing penis still wiggling with his every slightest
move. His own chest hanging down slightly. His slightly chubby back. His
flat, white ass.

It happened. I felt the first burst of semen erupt from my penis. It felt
like a dream; I didn't even TOUCH myself. And then I realized where it was
headed: straight. To. His. Face. This was a big fucking load too; I hadn't
ejaculated in at least 3 days because I was so busy lately.

And then time sped back up. The first strand hit him in the forehead. The
next came out even longer and ran from the top of his forehead to his right
cheek. The third hit him again on the right cheek. Four, five, six. Left
eye, nose, nose. Two shots left. At this point I realized I was in control.
I could spray him wherever I wanted and it wouldn't matter; what's done is
done. I grabbed my penis and quickly aimed at his right eye. Splat. I knew
where I had to make my final shot: hurriedly, I aimed my willy at his bushy
mustache and turned slightly for maximum coverage.

And then it was quiet. The ringing in my head stopped. The rush of orgasm
ceased.

There he was. The man who always barged in in my room in the most
inopportune times literally covered in my cum from his hair to his chin. I
started to get scared. What was he going to say? Is he going to kick me out
of the house? Am I fucked?

"...clean."

His eyes glazed over with my semen, he brought his left hand to his
face. Almost involuntarily, I shouted "Don't!" Fuck, I thought, I'm just
making this worse. Shit. Fuck. Shit.

"Okay, I won't then! Jeeze!" he said, sounding miffed, but I realized he
would've been acting a lot different if he was actually angry. "Got any
more?" he chuckled.

Oh my god. Did he really just say that? After everything that just
happened. The last few deliberate, depraved, calculated shots to his
wrinkled face. With his eyes still closed and his hands firmly on his
thighs, still on his knees, butt as naked, he spoke softly:

"My boy, don't feel weird about what just happened. It ain't like you hurt
me or anything, right?" He paused. I nodded, but realized he couldn't see,
so I just affirmed a "yes". He raised his eyebrows a bit for emphasis and
got a bit louder.

"You are ALWAYS welcome to ejaculate on my face. I don't care if I'm busy
working on paperwork in the office, setting up dinner in the dining room,
taking a shower. Hell, even if I'm on the john. And don't think you have to
warn me or anything. As long as company isn't over or we're outside, you
just have to whip out your pecker and spray me."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I found myself with my hands running
up and down my penis as fast as they could, lubricating myself with the
very few bits of semen that weren't on my pop's face right now.

"Why don't you show me how you're gonna keep your sheets clean?" I didn't
miss a beat. I got down on my bed and started to hump the shit out of
it. My dad got up and felt his way to my bed as well and started grinding
against it with me. He put his left arm around my back, and I felt loved. I
reciprocated with my right. There we were in unison: father and son,
humping a bed. I appreciated how into it my dad was; he kept his head in
the air to avoid losing any of my cum.

I tried something a little more daring and slid my hands down to his
ass. No resistance; he kept gyrating. I grabbed my pinky and gently begin
prodding his hole. "No." Damn, I thought. "I have to draw the line at butt
play." I was disappointed, but he reassured me, "The cheeks are all yours
though." That was good enough for me!

When I felt close, I got back up and after just a few more flicks of my
hard cock, walked over to my dad who was still fucking my mattress. He
quickly turned to the right and surprised me when his tongue darted out,
licking the very base of my penis. He giggled. That was enough to send me
over the edge again. My balls were nearly empty now, so cum only drooled
from my cock onto the bridge of his nose.

After a few seconds of silence with my penis slowly softening against his
brow, he stood up, and asked, "Can you grab me my button-up shirt and some
underwear from your drawer?" I did. "Put it on me please." I did. It
strained to fit across his still-erect penis, which I realized he hadn't
totally taken care of on my bed. He started to walk out. "Remember my
promise son," he said as he grabbed the handkerchief in his pocket and
wiped his eyes so he could see. "Okay?" I nodded.

Before he left, I quickly took off his underwear and playfully slapped his
ass four times. "Oh yeah," he said, slightly giggling with one of those
weird voices he always does. He turned around and hit me in the head with
his cock. I quickly licked it from the base to the tip, but before I could
do anything else, he reached down and put the underwear back on. "You can
do that too," he winked, "but I have to get some supper going."

"All right son. Dinner will be ready in about an hour." He started walking
out, my cum still draped across most of his face, his pointy dong aiming
right at me through the thin fabric of his underwear. "And remember: no
more jizzing on your bed."