Date: Tue, 4 May 2010 02:24:52 +0100
From: Lee Davis <lddavis@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Dream Cum True pt.1

Author: L Davis
Email: novacaine321@hotmail.co.uk

Author's Note:

	This story is an original. It contains father/son incest. Incase
you've accidentally happened upon this story, I thought it best I warn
you. If you enjoy it, please let me know as this is my first story of this
type and have no idea how well I've done!

       Thanks

       DREAM CUM TRUE pt.1

Hi there! I'm Danny, how are you? I'm 19 years old and live with my mum,
brother and sister. My dad doesn't live with us at the moment; he's an
alcoholic, you see -- currently living in a flat while he tries sort
himself out. My bother and sister see him every Tuesday, and most
Saturdays. My mum only visits if she has to as she doesn't really like
where he's staying. Me? I think I've been 5 times in the last 6 months, and
that's only if I've been with mum at the time, or she's begged me to go
instead of her to drop something off. I hate being around him when he's
drinking, I've just had enough. However, I've always had a bit of a thing
for him...
	He's around 6 foot, a bit taller than me, and quite slender. He had
a bit of a belly on him at one point, but he's slimming down a bit
now. He's got almost shoulder-length brown hair (looks a little hippy-ish)
and brown eyes, and always dresses quite smartly (he likes his Lambretta
clothing). That's him to the average eye, anyway; I know him a little more
intimately, being his son. He has a few tattoos scattered about (arms, back
and chest), masculine but tasteful. On the rare occasion I've caught him
changing or getting undressed to get a bath, I always make a habit of
taking a quick glance at his pert and peachy backside (a central feature of
some of my most detailed dreams and fantasies) and am sometimes lucky
enough to get a little look at his dick. Uncut, thick and around 5 inches
flaccid, I'd often imagine what it would be like to touch, play with... I
had the major hots for my dad!
	To my disappointment, this would obviously never happen. As well as
the whole incest thing (I hate that word) being immoral, he was as straight
as a man could be. He kicked of big time when I made the mistake of telling
him I was gay whilst he was drunk. Well, he asked and I told the truth --
what more can you expect?! He's fine with me when sober, but with drink
inside him he used it against me every chance he got. It's as if he's two
different people, and it's the sober-dad that I've fallen for; loving,
kind, gentle and fun. I did miss spending time with him, and luckily I was
about to get my chance.

I had been saying for some time now that, as soon as he started the detox,
I'd start going to see him. I didn't want it to be awkward if he decided to
come home after he'd come of the drink for a while. Well, one Thursday he
text my mum telling her he'd just been to the doctors and he had started
the detox. I then text him and asked if he wanted me to pop down that
Saturday night for a bit. I didn't need to ask him twice! The days seemed
to drag as I was really looking forward to spending time with dad properly,
every now and again daydreaming about what it would be like if I turned up
whilst he was halfway through a shower, or having `alone time', and getting
to see him in his full glory again. A boy can dream, eh?
	When Saturday night finally arrived, I got the bus into town and
walked to his flat. I rang the buzzer 4 times (a code he'd decided on so he
knew it was us; he didn't want to see his drinking buddies anymore) and
waited. Nothing... I tried again and waited, this time he picked up the
receiver thing.
       "Hello?" he said, slightly out of breath. My imagination went wild!
       "Dad, it's me. You okay?" I replied, curious.
       "What? Oh, yeah. I tripped over rushing to answer. I was just in the
shower."
       WHAT?! Oh, God... Stay Composed... "Oh, I see..." That the best you
can do?!
       "Just come up, come in and get comfy. I'll leave the front door
unlocked."
       "Okay. Oh, wait! I really need the loo!" I added quickly. The toilet
was in the same room as the shower, and in order for me to use it; I'd have
to at least see him in a towel while he waited.
       "Right, come up then and you can use mine." He replied, simply.
       I opened the main entrance to the block of flats (well, I think it
was supposed to be flats -- looked more like the inside of a rubbish skip!)
and made my way up to his. I hadn't seen him in a month so prepared myself
for the worst. I got to his front door and went in... and nearly fainted!
He had left the bathroom door open and carried on with his shower. I
glanced down at my crotch and prayed for it to behave. He had a glass door
rather than a curtain, and I could see everything! Oh, how he'd changed!
He'd obviously been working out as he now had the beginnings of a decent
six-pack, admirable pecs and his biceps were a lot larger. He'd also had a
haircut, short and clean (just the way I liked it). He was stood sideways
on and as my gaze lowered to his soapy cock I held my breath. I turned away
as quickly as I could so he couldn't see the growing bulge in my shorts.
       "Look a little different now, don't I?" he asked.
       "Just a bit!" I replied, a little shrilly.
       "I'm nearly done, so thought I may as well carry on. Don't mind, do
you?"
       "Not at all! I mean... Nothing I haven't seen before so it's no
problem."
       Just as I managed to finish my piss, fighting the growing boner and
urge to jack-off right there, he stepped out of the shower and hugged
me. Did he bother with a towel? Did he buggery! That was it, I was off! I
felt my cock harden and rub against his leg.
       "Oh, son, I'm sorry! I never thought... But still, good to know I'm
looking good again!" he laughed. This was the man I had missed.
       "Oh, fuck..." I mumbled, covering my crotch with his towel.
       "Don't worry, son, it's only natural." He said gently, patting me on
the shoulder and getting another towel. I thought it best to make light of
the situation.
       "So, when did you become such a D.I.L.F? Oh, god! N-not me
personally..." I spluttered. He just laughed.
       "Petty your mother doesn't feel the same way." He said,
sombrely. "You seeing anyone at the minute? I heard your last one didn't
end well."
       "Nah... I've given up on men." I sighed.
       "That's a shame." He answered, stepping towards me and placing his
hands on my shoulders.
       I just stared at him. What the hell?! He looks... Then he kissed
me. Lightly, at first, but then pulled me closer and parted his lips,
separating mine with his tongue. I was kissing my dad in a way I'd only
dreamed would be possible! I melted into him and dropped the towel, running
one hand through his hair and tracing his spine with the other. I kissed
his neck and shoulder, pushing him against the wall. He inhaled sharply and
held my head against himself as I lightly bit his flesh. My heart was
racing, and I could feel his was too as I moved my lips across his smooth
chest, taking a moment to tease his nipples with my tongue and teeth. I
slowly knelt, tracing the contours of his defined stomach with the tip of
my tongue, kissing him gently every now and then. I blew lightly into his
belly-button as I loosened his towel and watched as it dropped to the
floor, revealing his now erect dick. I gasped a little, and looked up into
my father's eyes.
       "Go on, son. Don't stop there." He smiled. I ran my hands up his
legs, and round to his firm ass as I licked his balls. I sucked on them
softly as I slightly squeezed his ass-cheeks. I could hear him moaning
quietly as I ran my tongue up his shaft and played with his head a little,
tasting precum as I did. I'd always wanted this to happen, and now that it
was I wasn't going to let it be over with any time soon. I gripped his dick
gently as I took it into my mouth, running my tongue down the shaft. I
sucked on his head lightly, whilst kneading his balls with my free
hand. I'd always had a sensitive gag-reflex, so I preferred slow and
sensual blowjobs concentrating on the head of the dick. My dad wasn't
complaining...
       After a few minutes, he lifted my head and nodded towards the
bedroom. I stood and followed instantly, watching his ass wiggle slightly
as he walked in front of me. I'd always preferred to be the bottom during
sex, but I'd give that a good fucking without a second thought! As we
approached his bed he playfully pushed me onto it and bent over me, kissing
me passionately as he worked down my shorts. I hadn't bothered with
underwear with it being so warm out. He helped me remove my t-shirt and
kissed my chest and stomach. I wasn't exactly fit, but I'd been exercising
a bit this summer so I was a little toned. He soon got to my cock, and
licked the precum from the tip.
       "This is my first time, so be patient." He said softly, smiling. He
did to me what I'd done to him; sucking lightly on the head. It felt
amazing! He then took me in as far as he could, and ran his tongue over my
shaft. I arched my back, almost screaming with pleasure.
       "Dad... Fuck me." I panted. He stood and went to his bedside
cabinet, taking out a condom and some lube. I nodded towards the condom and
shook my head; I knew he was clean, and I preferred sex without. He dropped
it and lubed himself up. He put what was left in his hand on my dick and
then squirted out more to lather my hole with. He placed his cock against
my asshole and asked if I was sure. I just wrapped my legs around his waist
and pulled him into me, gasping in pleasure. I was quite tight, but rarely
felt any pain when entered. With my legs around his back, he bent and
kissed me as he continuously pulled out of me slowly, not all the way, then
slammed back into me quickly. I went wild, digging my nails into his back
and kissing him more forcefully. He changed to a more steady pace and
kissed my neck. I nibbled his earlobe and told him, between moans, that I
wanted it harder. He did as told and I licked the rim of his ear and
whispered that I liked it.
       "Oh, God! Dad... Yes! Fuck me! Harder! Oh, yes!" I cried, as I
tossed myself off rapidly. He sped up, telling me he was close. I told him
I wanted him to cum inside me.
       "Oh, fuck!" he moaned, "I'm gonna... I think I... Oh, God, son!
Ye-Yes!" He yelled, as I felt his warm cum flooding my as, a little running
out along my crack. I came a second after covering my chest and getting a
little on my chin. He licked it up and kissed me so I could taste. He lay
down next to me and held me.
       "Promise me you'll visit me every week." He said softly in my ear.
       "Just try and stop me." I replied, smiling.