Date: Wed, 22 May 2013 21:38:24 -0400
From: Silo Addict <siloaddict@hotmail.com>
Subject: Heads Held High

Heads Held High

By Silo Addict (siloaddict@hotmail.com)

Disclaimer: This story contains graphic depictions of sex between a man and
his teenage son. This story is entirely fictional and isn't true. Any
characters or scenarios that share any similarities to real life people are
events are purely coincidental.  The author of this story is not a minor
but of legal age.

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It started 9 years ago, when I was 16 and dad was 38. At that age I was
already gay and I adored my dad. He was my best friend, and I admired his
great shape, his strong body, his muscled arms and legs, his chest hair and
everything he was. I saw him in the mornings in the bathroom, and I gazed
at his body, at the tight briefs around his firm ass, cock and balls.

Sometimes I stole his worn briefs from the laundry, took them into my bed,
the smell of his sweat, piss and cock-juices made me crazy. I smelled,
licked and sucked on them and wore them during the night to feel my cock
and balls against the same fabric. He was different when my mother was in
the bathroom. And so was I. When I was alone with dad, there was a strange
tension in the room, we both felt more free and I liked to take off my
boxers to show dad my big cock and my naked ass before I stepped into the
shower. My dad always kept his underwear on when mom was in the bathroom.
She didn't like him to walk around naked, not even in the bathroom. So
after she left the room, and he was alone with me, he took his underwear
off too.

Sometimes, when mom left for work early, we looked at each other, grinned
and said, "Wow, mom's gone, only us men, let's get naked" then after our
shower we walked to our rooms in the buff. That felt good.

When I was 16, I started doing holiday jobs in dad's company. Dad went
every year on several business trips and I was surprised that one evening
he asked: "Tom, how about you going on a business trip with me?" Man, I was
so excited and a week later we went together, dad and me, on a business
trip, for 10 days.

As I ran down the stairs, I did my best to contain my enthusiasm for my
outing with Dad.  Of course, there was no guarantee that Dad and I were
going to get naked together, but far too many moments of sexual tension and
energy had come and gone these past few months for our night in a hotel not
to come with some promise of fulfillment.

When we arrived at the hotel, it was late, so we first had dinner then went
back to our room. We were both silent.  Dad seemed to have a hard time
getting the key in the lock, but, finally, the door closed behind us. Dad
only rented one room and the room had only one big bed.

"What a day," I said, plopping on the bed.

"I know." Dad merely sat on the edge.

"So, what do you wanna do?"

Loaded question, but I couldn't speak.  Too much was rushing through my
head, my stomach, my body.  Fear and anticipation seemed intimately
connected.  Desire - my long burning desire - seemed swept away by the
possibilities that this hotel room presented.

"Cat got your tongue, son?"

I mumbled trying to reply.

Dad got up and moved to his bag. "No worries, I have something that will
loosen you up." I watched as Dad removed a bottle of tequila. "Mom doesn't
have to know anything. Now make yourself useful, and get us some ice."  I
did as I was bid, appreciating the brief exit for the respite it gave me. I
collected myself as I collected the ice. I knew that a shot or two of
tequila would loosen both of us up.  I also knew that once loosened up,
there was little that might stand in the way of my big plans.

Dad quickly poured our first shot.  Raising his glass, looking me in the
eye and down went the first drink of the night. Now, I've had my share of
alcohol - I am a high school student - but for some reason that tequila
worked through my system quickly and powerfully.

Dad poured another shot.

"Here's to being stuck in this room all night."

Dad reached for the bottle. Refilled his glass. "Here, here!" And quickly
swallowed a few more ounces. He lay back on his bed, fluffed up the
pillows, and let out a deep sigh.

"You know, Tom, if we are stuck in this room, I can think of a certain
someone that could use a shower."

"What the fuck are you talking about, Dad?" As soon as the word left my
mouth I felt an odd twinge of guilt. I never swear in front of my parents.

Dad laughed. "You should see your face. Like I just caught you masturbating
or something. All guilty and stuff."

"Sorry. I didn't mean to swear."

"You gotta be kidding me. How the fuck are we going to have a fun weekend
if you're wound up tight?" Dad moved to my bed, reached for me, and began
to massage my soldiers. "Damn, Alex, you are uptight. Loosen up, son."

He massaged my shoulders a bit more.

"Here. Roll over." I did. And Dad situated himself, pinning me between his
knees. Before I knew it, Dad was working my back with force and skill.

"God, Dad, where'd you learn to do that?"

"Just something I picked up." He kept working my back, moving from top to
bottom and back again. After a few moments he removed my shirt. Of course,
I didn't resist. "How's that feel?"

"Awesome. Really awesome." Dad continued. His hands moving across my
body. His full, thick fingers rubbing my muscles. "Fucking awesome."

"There you go, son. Already loosening up." Dad got up from the bed. I
rolled over.  He returned with two more shots.

I realized my shorts did little to cover my erection but decided not to
hide it. In my mind I thought, "Let Dad see the outline of my thick
inches. Let him – like all the other married men I've known."

"I'm going to take a shower," I said and walked to the bathroom. After
turning on the shower I stripped off my clothes and left the door open. My
dick was rock hard, moist with precum.

The water felt good. I soaped up my body. When my slick hands reached my
cock, I couldn't help but jack it a bit. I was so horny. Three days without
cumming!

I heard Dad's voice. "Taking care of business, huh?"

I turned to see Dad had stuck his head in the shower.

"Jeez, Dad."

"You left the door open. I thought I'd check to see if you're okay." He
laughed and then looked at my fully erect, clearly throbbing dick. "I see
you're more than okay."  He closed the curtain, leaving me to figure out
what had just happened.

Oddly enough he stayed in bathroom and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his
bare hairy chest. It looked like a striptease to me. I looked at him taking
his pants off and peeling down his briefs. I had a wonderful sight on his
bare cock, his beautiful, thick and big soft cock and I gazed at his bare
butt as he approached the shower. It felt like a dream. I stepped out of
the shower and he stepped in, so I started brushing my teeth. I knew he
felt as good as me. I heard him take a piss as he was showering. I pissed
in the shower too. When I came back into the room, I quickly dried myself
and put on my boxer shorts. Dad walked into the room with a towel wrapped
around his waist, leaving little room for the imagination. He looked at me
and grinned.

"Looks like you didn't take care of things in there. Isn't it supposed to
shrink once you shoot?"

If Dad could talk this way, I could too. "I didn't shoot."

He looked at me. This time a bit more quizzically. "What, you're planning
on walking around with that all night? It'll start to hurt, you know. Blue
balls."

"I have no intention of blue balls."

"But you do have plans to intimidate me. Listen son, your old man's been
around the block. He knows how these things work. I figure you plan on
trolling the streets, hooking up with some babe. I know how it is."

"That's not how it is."

"Oh?"

"We're stuck in this room, remember."

"We're not stuck, Tom. If you want to go out, we'll go out."

"I don't want to go out."

"Okay if I take this side of the bed?"

"Sure dad."

I slipped off my boxers and went under the covers. My dad shucked off his
towel and a few minutes later we were laying next to each other. Dad
switched off the light off and turned to me, both of us completely naked.

"Don't you have to take a piss?" I asked.

"No, I pissed in the shower." I laughed. Dad must have heard me. "Don't
tell me you never piss in the shower."

I laughed and whispered, "Yes I do, when mom's not around, I always piss in
the shower."

"Now you can piss in the shower for the next 10 days," said Dad. He kissed
me on my cheek and looked at him.

"Thanks for taking me dad, this feels so nice." And with that I kissed him
on his lips. "I love you dad."

"I love you too Tom" and he kissed me also on my lips. Man, I wanted to
push my tongue in his mouth. But I turned around, my back to dad and I felt
him close to me. He put his arm around me and lay close to me. I felt my
back against his chest, his warm hairy chest, his leg against mine, his arm
around me and his hand on my chest. I pushed closer to him. He whispered in
my ear.

"Is this okay?"

"Yes daddy." I wanted to call him `daddy'. "It's okay for me, nice and
warm, I like it."

He kissed my ear. I felt his breathe and it smelled so good. I felt his
hand brushing over my stiff nipple. He felt it and asked, "Are you cold?"

"Just a little bit." He took me closer to his body. "Better?"

"Yes much better, I think I can sleep now."

"Yeah, me too son."

***

Dad woke me up at 7:30. I was still asleep. I felt his naked body against
mine. I stretched and felt my cock, rockhard as always. I stirred awake
feeling my Dad's cock touching my leg.

"Come on son, hit the shower."

I jumped out of bed, not caring about my hardon.

"Wow, I see you had a nice dream."

I laughed and said, "Teenager dad!"

He laughed and answered, "So what, you think a grown man has no stiff cock
in the morning?" He looked at me. I stopped and couldn't resist throwing
the sheets of the bed. There was my dad, on his back, naked in his morning
glory, hard as a rock. "Wow dad, impressive!"

He didn't try to cover his cock, that was nice. We took a shower, went down
for breakfast and drove to the trade fair.

It was almost 8pm when we came back in the hotel and went to the room. I
didn't change, but dad took his suit off and pulled his jeans on and a polo
shirt. We went into town to eat a nice steak. We drank a bottle of red wine
and we talked, not like father and son, but like two friends.

"Mom should see me drinking wine."

"Well she's not around. We can do whatever we want. Let's order another
bottle."

"No, one's enough."

"You wanna go to bed?"

"Yes dad, I wanna go to bed."

It was 10pm when we were back in the room. We undressed and took a
shower. First dad, then me. I had a semi hardon when I walked into the
room. Dad was under the sheets already. He looked at me and opened the
sheets to invite me into bed. I immediately moved close to dad. I wanted to
feel his body.

"Want to watch TV?"

"No. It's okay. The wine was nice, I'm not drunk but just wanna be close to
you." I turned to dad and felt my stiff cock touching his leg. He took me
in his arms and said, "Yes, me too. I wanna feel you close to me too."

We hugged and I felt my naked chest and stomach to dads chest and
stomach. My rockhard dick against his leg. Because of the wine, I guess, I
didn't mind dad feeling my erection. And he did, he pulled me even closer.

"Are you horny baby?" he whispered.

"Yes daddy."

"Me too, come closer."

I don't know what happened. I felt so horny. I pressed my body against dad
and wrapped my arms around him. My leg around his leg so he could feel my
hard cock. He pulled me close. I felt his hand on my bare ass, the other on
my neck, our lips almost touching.

"You wanna jerk off?" said Dad.

"Yes. I wanna kiss you."

"So kiss me."

Our lips touched. I opened my lips and dad opened his. Our tongues touched
and we started a deep, passionate kiss, warm and wet. My god, my cock was
so hard. I felt dad's hand moving from my ass to my cock. He touched it,
took it in his hand. I took a deep breath and started kissing him.

I thought, "What the hell!" and took dad's cock in my hand. It was big and
hard. I started jerking him. Dad jerked me. We kissed some more. "I wanna
suck your nipples."

"Do what you wanna do honey. It's just the two of us here." I kissed his
lips, his chin, his neck, his shoulder, and then his nipple. His big hard
nipple, covered in chest hair. I was overwhelmed by the reality the
presented itself. Soon after, his mouth moved to my dick.

"Dear God."

His tongue lingered on my slit. He savored my pre- cum. Dad's mouth and
tongue worked together, slowly, as if determined to trace every one of my
seven-plus-inches. In no time (around inch four) I was ready to shoot. My
hands moved to the back of Dad's head.

I moaned. "I'm going to cum."

And Dad's head began to move quicker, his tongue more eager, and soon I was
shooting my semen into his mouth but Dad's motions didn't slow. His
attention now clearly focused on swallowing as much of my cum as
possible. I groaned with pleasure. Quivering in ways I had never quivered
before.

Dad's attention's never wavered and after a few moments, he was back to
exploring my inches with his mouth. I looked on in amazement. My father, a
cocksucker. Clearly experienced. Clearly enamored with my penis. My
erection remained. One orgasm was clearly not all I had in me.  A few
minutes later, I was once again filling my father's mouth. This time, after
I finished. He removed his mouth from my dick.

Once finished, he got up and lay on the bed next to me. Neither of us
spoke. I didn't know what to say.  I knew what I wanted to say.  I wanted
to tell him how much I loved him, how badly I wanted to pleasure him, how
much I wanted to feel his cock inside of me. But now that he was finished,
I was speechless.

We lay there, breathing heavily. Finally, I heard Dad chuckle. Really, he
was laughing. "I swore I was never going to do that. I swore I would not
have sex with me son. And here I am. Do you hate me?"

"What? Do I hate you? I wanted this for years."

"You wanted this?"

"Yes."

He was quiet for a while. Then after a moment I said "fuck it" and went
deep. I licked his leaking dickhead, took it in my mouth and sucked it. Dad
let me do it. Oh his dick was huge, I kissed and sucked it.

"That feels so good son. Are you gay too?"

"Yes, but I wanna suck you. I wanna make love to you, have sex with you," I
said, "I've dreamt about you for so long, about your dick, your ass. Please
suck my cock, lick my ass. Fuck me. I wanna feel your dick inside me,
please."

"Oh my baby, you make me so happy, this is my dream too, I assure you. I
wanna have wild, crazy and good sex with you." He took the sheets away. We
were naked on the bed now, in the dark, but there was enough light to see
what we wanted to see. Dad went down on me, sucked my cock, deep and so
good.

We sucked and sucked until we both came. Dad came in my mouth and I shot in
his mouth. We licked each other clean and kissed, cum-kissed. We loved each
other so much. I stayed hard. I was so horny.  I asked dad to suck and
masturbate me again.

He said, "Okay, but only with the lights on. I wanna see you, your dick,
your cum."

"Okay dad, I want to see you too and I want to see me shooting in your
mouth." Dad put the light on. I sat on his chest and he had his hands on my
ass. He started licking my dickhead.

"Wow son, your dick is big."

"Thanks dad, but yours is much much bigger."

"I know, but yours will be bigger than mine. Big cocks run in the family
son."

"Yeah?"

"Yes," dad said, taking my dick out of my mouth, "your granddad and your
uncle have huge cocks too. Dad's cock is bigger than mine son." That made
me so horny.

Dad continued sucking and I asked, "So you saw your dad's cock? Hard?

"Yeah, and I sucked his fat cock too."

"Yeah, and he fucked you with that dick too?"

"Sure, more than once. He was a good assfucker too." I almost came again.

"Wow, I'd like to see that man, granddad fucking my dad."

"Yeah, three generations of horny men fucking each other. I think we have
to invite him on our next business trip too." My god, that made me cum. I
shot my cum in dad's mouth again. Seeing that was so horny. A few minutes
later we were laying in bed again, talking, kissing.

I asked dad, "Did granddad really fuck you?"

"Yeah really, but it was a few years ago now."

"A few years?"

"Yes, he went with me on business trips too, and then we fucked again, like
when I was your age."

"You think he would join us?"

"I'm sure. He's still horny, especially if you're here. When Grandpa first
had sex with me, we both felt so awful we didn't spend any time alone with
each other for months."

"When did it start."

"When I was sixteen."

"Fuck me!"

"Don't think I haven't thought about it."  Dad laughed.

"You mean we could have been doing this for years."

"I sure would have been happy to suck that boy-dick of yours." We both
chuckled after that. "Though, I'd hardly call that a boy-dick."

Dad pulled me close. Spoke into my hair. "You sure you're okay with this
son?"  He kissed my head. I moved so our lips could meet. "Okay? Dad, I'm
fucking perfect."

Our mouths opened and began the most perfect kiss ever. Father and son
tongues entwined. Eager. So fucking eager. Every part of my body yearned to
be as close as possible to Dad. I wanted to feel as much of him with as
much of me as possible. Our mouths were one point of contact. Our hands
eagerly searched for other points. Clearly fascinated by the thrill of
experiencing one another's bodies for the first time, we simply couldn't
stop touching, grabbing. I needed to feel Dad's thick cock. I needed to
fondle his balls. Probe his asshole. Run my fingers through his chest
hair. Tweak his nipples. Feel the pre-cum drip from his cock-head. Could I
ever be satisfied? Could I ever get enough of Dad?

I certainly began to answer that question in earnest.  I moved, placing
myself on top of Dad. My legs straddled his waist. My ass slit perfectly
placed, like buns surrounding his erection. I bent down, my lips found his
neck, moved to his chest, my tongue played with each of his nipples. My
body slid lower. Now I was lying on top of Dad, in full control. Spurred on
by his groans of pleasure. I could have lingered on Dad's chest -knowing he
enjoyed what my mouth was doing to him - but I needed to have his cock
inside me. I needed to taste the seed of the man who raised me.

Kneeling between Dad's legs, my hands reached for his dick. Yes, it was
large. Yes, it was thick. And man was it slick with his pre-cum juices. I
began by licking every inch of him. Savoring the taste of his bodily
juices. Pleased with his moans, the way his body writhed on the bed, the
way he said my name, the way he said "fuck, oh fuck" as I put his dick in
my mouth.

Having gone this far, Dad and I decided not to put on any brakes. Yes, we
talked.  But most of what we said was the sort of stuff one says to a lover
or a sex partner one has lusted after for years.  Between the "God son, you
are so fucking hot" and the "Fuck, Dad, I've wanted you for so long,"
little of substance was shared. Yes, I wanted to know about Dad and
Grandpa. But, most importantly I wanted to fuck my father and, in turn, I
wanted him to fill me with all of his inches.

I started working on Dad's ass in earnest, first one finger, circling his
sphincter.  Dad groaned, his body quivering, and said to add another
finger. My fingers moved to my mouth. Covered with spit, they returned to
my father's asshole.  As I pierced his rectum, slowly working my fingers
inside him, I was practically overwhelmed by feelings of power, of control,
feelings that only fueled my lust.  Dad seemed to writhe with my touch, his
ass slightly humping the two fingers that had worked their way inside him.

"Tom, please, fuck me." I rolled Dad over, and my tongue made my way to his
hole.  Another flavor, my father's ass, filled my mouth. Even clean, I
could taste his scent, sweat, the musk of the man who raised me. Dad's
hands moved to my head, willing my tongue deeper. I added a third
finger. My father's hole was slick with my spit, and was now prepared for
my thick cock.

I spat into my palm. Slicked up my dick. And stood before my father.

"Please."

And I began to penetrate my father's ass. He was tight. I was so horned up
I was afraid I'd shoot with only a few thrusts. I steadied myself by
looking into Dad's eyes. Our gaze held. He smiled. I thrust a little
deeper. His smile altered. As my thickness filled his hole, his body was
sending him mixed messages. Pleasure and pain.  Soon his smile was replaced
by a look I had never seen on my father's face.  It was pleasure of a sort
that comes from the most base fulfillment.

I began to fuck him. Sliding my bare dick in and out of his hole. I was
enamored with the sight of my thick cock, so like his, sliding in an out of
his hairy, spit-slicked hole. I pumped harder. Dad groaned louder. And I
spurt. I plunged as deeply as I could and continued to spurt, willing my
semen to find a place deep inside of Dad, deep enough to connect the two of
us as I had always wished to connect.

Dad's groans, words of pleasure, filled the room. He too was feeling a
different sort of orgasm. My semen filling him with warmth and love. I
remained inside of him. Massaging his body. Admiring the thick dark hair of
his chest. The beautiful blue of his eyes. And then we began laugh. I don't
remember who started but I do remember Dad pulling me to
him. Laughing. Kissing me. Saying sweet nothings.

And then I knew it was my turn. I could feel Dads cock throbbing, once
again dripping pre-cum. He knew it was time for him to take what I had
taken from him.  I moved to straddle him. Placing my hole above his cock,
he held it firm as I slowly lowered myself. His dick, so slick with
pre-cum, needed no lube. I groaned as my ass stretched to receive him.  I
groaned but refused to slow. I continued to lower myself. Continued to feel
more of my father's inches.

Once all of him was inside of me, I began to grind my hips, while at the
same time I began to move up and down, using all my muscles to support
myself. I leaned back. My hands found the bed and held me up as I continued
to ride my father's cock. "Oh, fuck. Tom, I'm going to cum... I can't
stop..."

And Dad didn't stop. Nor did I want him to. I sat my ass down on his dick
and reveled in the feel of his ejaculation. I felt his warmth. I felt his
love. I felt like I could stay atop him forever.

Once his turn was complete, we continued to explore each other's bodies. We
continued to stay erect, ready for the next time. Nothing seemed to
satiate. We wanted so much and we both tried so hard to please. After a
much longer fuck, I once again filled dad with cum.  Once again, I stayed
inside him, enjoying the warmth, the connection.

"I used to stay inside your grandfather, too." I remained silent, knowing
Dad would tell me what he needed to tell me. "I wanted him. Oh, fuck, Dad
was one hunk of a man."

I interrupted. "Grandpa is still pretty hot. And he's not that old. Isn't
he like 70?"

"69." Dad laughed. "That was his favorite position."

He laughed some more.

"You and Grandpa still..."

"What do you think? "

"I mean, isn't he too old. And, you got Mom." I was confused. Perplexed.

"Don't worry, buddy. Someday, your grandpa and I will fill you in on the
details.  For now, all you gotta know is your grandpa and I still do this a
couple times a year." And then I got a new idea.

"Dad, don't tell Grandpa. What do you think he'd do if I tried to seduce
him?"

Did Dad laugh at that. "You sick little fuck."

"What? And you're not. You've fucked your dad and your son."

"You got me there. Still, what if Grandpa doesn't find you attractive?"

I paused. I hadn't thought of that.

Dad read the insecurity on my face. And, once again, he laughed his ass
off. "You really think a man like your grandpa is going to turn down an ass
like yours? You gotta be fucking kidding me."

We kissed. We laughed.

"But Tom, for now, let it just be me for a while. Just the two of us." I
got up.  Poured each of us a shot. Gave one to Dad. As our glasses touched
I made my promise.  "You got it, Dad. Now drink up."

Then we went to sleep.

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