Date: Tue, 30 Jan 2007 19:57:18 -0800 (PST)
From: Robert Borden <bobsa2005@yahoo.com>
Subject: "It Had to Happen"

As a teenager, I traveled frequently with my father.  But what happens in
the following story is pure fiction, based solely on a fantasy I've had all
my life.


It Had to Happen


My name is Luke, and I'm rather up in years.  Not so old, however, that I
cannot recall with clarity the life altering events of my youth.  I was an
only child, blessed with wonderful parents who'd encouraged me to be a good
and worthy person.  I am also a homosexual.  But that was virtually the
only secret I tried to keep from them.  I was always certain they'd be
disappointed in me if they knew.  I had no doubt I could deal with my
sexuality on my own without upsetting the happy equilibrium in our family.

When I was fifteen, my grandmother, who lived close to five hundred miles
from us, fell quite ill.  My mother went to be with her when she learned
the illness was terminal.  That left my dad and me alone to fend for
ourselves until she returned.

Dad had been brought up on a South Texas ranch, but after high school, went
to college and became an engineer, eventually opening up his own firm.  In
his youth, he'd been a cowboy and ranch hand on the family ranch and was an
excellent horseman.  He grew strong and muscular.  Not body-builder
muscular, but nicely formed with gently curving muscles, well distributed.
From as far back as I can remember, he and I felt no shame in our house to
see each other naked during those times we moved to and from the bathroom
or getting dressed.  There was nothing deliberate about our being naked
around each other.  It was all very casual.  Casual, that is, except for my
gnawing attraction to my dad.  My mom never objected to our nudity, but she
always kept herself covered up.

Mom was gone for a little over a month, and dad and I managed to keep life
at home going.  But we ate out a lot since our home cooking never got well
beyond putting frozen pizzas in the oven.

One day that summer, dad, who had just turned 37, had to go to a conference
in Dallas, and was not keen on leaving me home alone for that week at the
age of only fifteen.  So he insisted I go with him.  We would stop along
the way and do some sightseeing to make it a little more interesting for
me.

Although we'd done very little that first day out, other than drive and
stop off for gas a couple of times, we were both tired and went to bed
early after our showers.  The next day, I walked around Dallas and went in
some stores while Dad was working.  That evening, we had a good dinner at
the hotel and then went directly up to our room.  Dad read the paper from
cover to cover, while I watched TV.  At about ten o'clock, he said he was
going to take his shower and go to bed.  When he was finished, he climbed
into his bed naked and under the covers.  It was never his habit to wear
pajamas.  It was then my turn to shower.  But I found there was so little
hot water left, I made it a quicker one than usual.

When I came back into the room, I was startled to see my dad lying naked on
the top of the covers, masturbating.  When he saw me, he stopped and
quickly covered his penis with both hands, as though I'd never seen his
penis before.  Of course, this time it was hard.  The only times I had seen
him with a hard-on was when he'd get out of bed in the morning with the
usual morning erection.

He was obviously very upset that I saw him.  He said only, "I'm sorry.  I
didn't realize you'd finished so quickly."  He kept his hands cupped over
his hard penis.

"It's all right, Dad."  It was all I could think to say.  I quickly jumped
into my bed and under the sheet.

I think Dad thought he should make some explanation.  "I just miss your
mother so much.  That's all.  I'm sorry."

"I know," I said as I averted my eyes.  "Mom's been gone a long time."

"I didn't mean to shock you, son.  It's something all guys have to do
sometimes.  I think you're at the age where you know about that."

I could hear the nervous quaver in his voice.  "Yes."  By saying yes, I
knew I'd just confirmed that I masturbated, also.  Something I never would
have admitted to him under normal circumstances.

I knew he was embarrassed and I felt it was up to me to put him at ease.  I
turned on my side, facing away from him.  "Go ahead, Dad.  It doesn't
bother me.  I know how it is."  After a few minutes I lay on my back again
and could see him through the corner of my eye.

"Thanks, Luke."  Dad took his hands away from his penis and clutched it
with his right hand, but he didn't resume stroking it.  He just looked at
me.

"Luke, I know you're at the age where you know about sexual things.  I
should have talked to you when you were about twelve as you were entering
puberty.  Like my own father did when he gave me the Facts of Life talk.
But I just didn't.  I think maybe this might be a good time to talk about
it now.  Would that be okay?"

"I don't know.  I guess so, if you want to."

"I think being caught . . . you know . . . doing this, was the obvious
opening for such a talk.  You do understand, don't you, that all men
masturbate.  I'm not doing anything unusual.  It's nothing to be shocked
about.  Even though you may think I don't know, I'm fully aware that you do
it, like all men do.  Especially at your age.  Teenagers are full of raging
hormones."

I chuckled a little.  "Yeah, but all the guys try to keep it a secret from
their parents."

"I know.  I didn't want my parents to know, either.  But that's foolish.
Every man, every father in the world does it."

"Dad, I didn't know grown-up men did it.  At least not married men.  I
always thought it was just some naughty thing kids do."

"Of course grown-up do it.  Every man in the world does it, married or not,
all his life until. . . you know . . . he can't get it up anymore."

My dad's penis was still hard and he held his hand tightly around it
without stroking.  He then started in his "Facts of Life" talk.  I could
tell he was nervous.  He talked very clinically about it, describing the
anatomy of both men and women, the function of the prostate and the
testicles, the process of ovulation, the attachment of the sperm to an egg,
etc., etc.  My own penis became a steel rod, and I held it like he did
under my sheet.  To hear my own father talk about sex in such detail made
the blood rush to my head.  I tried not to be obvious about my frequent
glances at his penis.  As he talked I could see a little semen bubbling out
of it.

"Now, the whole process of fucking . . . . or intercourse, I mean."

It was the first time I ever heard my dad say the word "fuck."  I could
tell it just came out and it flustered him a little.

"I didn't mean to use street language son.  I . . . ."

"It's okay, dad.  I know that word, and a lot of others."

"Well, I might as well speak in the vernacular.  I've already got myself
deep into this.  I might as well go all the way."

"That's fine, Dad.  They're the words everyone uses."

"You know, the whole process of . . . fucking . . . is a complicated
physiological one.  You can't do it unless your penis is hard.  And the
only time it gets hard is when you are sexually excited, except of course
when we wake up in the morning with a good stiff one.  Then the brain sends
a signal for your cock . . . I mean.  For your penis to gorge with blood
and get really stiff.  Boys your age have hard-ons all the time, it seems.
I did when I was your age.  I admit I thought about sex almost all the
time.  You know how that is?

"Yes, I do."  I wondered if he knew how excited I was getting while he
talked.  I was always attracted to dad's body and fantasized about being in
bed with him.  I was embarrassed when he first started talking about it.
But now, suddenly, I wasn't embarrassed at all.  I wanted him to keep
talking about sex.  I wanted him to start stroking again so I could watch
him go through his orgasm and shoot his sperm.  God, how I wanted to see
that.

He turned his head and looked at me for several moments.  "Son, have you
had the experience, yet?  I mean, I know you're only fifteen, but have you
. . . ever, you know, fucked a woman?"

"No.  A couple of my friends say they have, though."

"I'm glad to hear that.  I may be old fashioned, but you're too young.  But
you have felt sexual desire to fuck a woman.  Right?

I didn't know what to say.  So I said, "I don't know."

Dad rolled slightly onto his side and looked straight into my eyes.  "You
have a lot of friends, don't you?  I mean, a lot of male friends."

"Yes."

"Surely you talk with them about sex.  I remember when I was a teenager.
Since I'm talking with you very frankly, I'll admit some of my friends and
I got together sometimes and had what we called Circle Jerks.  Do you know
what that is?"

"Yes.  I've done that with some of my friends after school."

"It's kind of exciting, isn't it?"

I felt a sudden need to be very careful.  If I wasn't careful, I might make
him think I like boys, and that would be bad.  "Yeah, it's exciting."

"Luke, tell me.  It's exciting being in that kind of a sexual situation
with other guys, isn't it?  More than with women?"

"I don't know, Dad.  I haven't been with any women."

"I mean just the thought of being with a woman.  You feel more excited
being with . . . you know . . . other boys."

I knew I was coming dangerously close to his realizing I was a homosexual.
But somehow, I didn't care at that moment.  Maybe he should know about me.
We're talking about sex.  Maybe I should let it all hang out.

"Yes," I said.  "It is more exciting doing it with those guys."

"I didn't mean to bait you, son.  I suspected it.  And I think it's only
right that you were truthful with me.  I'm your dad, and I want you to know
I understand."

My penis began to throb and I instinctively started to stroke it under the
sheet.  He was looking at the tent in my sheet and it was obvious I was
stroking my penis.

"That's alright, son.  You caught me in the middle of jerking off, and I
guess it has to be finished.  Go ahead.  We might as well do it together.
I guess neither of us can hide it anymore.

He started stroking very slowly, and I threw my sheet off and felt no
embarrassment to stroke my raging tool with him.  My God, I thought.  He
knows I'm gay, and he didn't scream at me.  He just said he understood.

He stopped stroking and said, "Let's hold off for a little bit.

I was close, but I stopped.

"I hope you're not embarrassed over admitting to me about . . . you know
. . . your feeling for boys."

I said, "I never thought I'd ever admit it.  I thought you'd hate me if you
knew."

"I'm far from hating you, Luke.  But I want you to be comfortable with your
sexuality.  And you don't have to have secrets from me.  I think it takes a
lot of guts for a boy to admit to his father that he's . . . homosexual.
And I admire you for being open about it.  That knowledge will remain
strictly between you and me.

Dad hesitated.  There was sweat on his forehead and on his upper lip.  It
was almost like he was troubled about something.

"There's something I have to tell you, Luke.  Have you ever heard of
bisexuality?"

"Sure."

"Luke, I never thought I would tell you this, but I'm a bisexual."

I don't know why, but I smiled.  And then my eyes filled with tears.  The
evening so far had been unbelievable.  But now, it had become like a dream.
Like my wildest fantasy coming true.

"You are?  That means you like . . . I mean you're excited by both . . . ."
I wanted him to know I was happy.  But those damnable tears ran in streams
down my face.  My own dad is sexually excited over men.  I wanted to leap
from my bed into his.  But I didn't."

"You're not disappointed in me, are you, son?  I couldn't stand that if you
were.

"No.  I love you, Dad.  Does Mom know?

"Yes.  I made it clear to her before we were married.  And she was alright
with it as long as she didn't find out about anything I might do with other
men."

"Did you do stuff with other men, Dad?"

"Yes, but only when I was out of town at conferences and the like.  I never
flaunted it near your mother."

I was full of questions.  "When did you first realize you . . . you know
. . . you liked men?"

"When I was living on the ranch.  I was in high school.  I rode out on my
horse one day at the invitation of one of the young cowboys.  We stopped
for a quick swim in a stream about three miles from the house.  We stripped
down and, while we were in the water, he took hold of me and kissed me.  We
went up on the shore and lay in the grass where we made love."

"What did you do?  I mean.  Maybe I shouldn't ask that."

"He kissed me and caressed my body and then he fucked me, Luke.  And that
was the beginning."

"He fucked you?  How could he do that?"

"You'll find out sometime, Luke.  Right up the asshole."

"Didn't it hurt?"

"At first, yes.  But it was one of the most wonderful experiences I ever
had."

"Did you keep doing stuff with him after that?"

Dad laughed.  "You want me to describe everything, don't you.  I can see
the idea excites you.

"You know it does, Dad."

"We did oral sex several times."

"What do you mean?  You mean with your mouth.  You mean, he shot into your
mouth?"

"Yes.  Semen is just water and a little protein.  It's harmless.  But it
tastes good."

"I've never tasted it."

"Try tasting your own sometime."

I could hardly believe my dad was telling me all this.  It was like I was
in a dream.  I was so sexually charged, it felt like my whole gut was going
to explode.  He began stroking his penis faster now, and I did the same.  I
wanted to leap up and throw myself onto his body.  But I was afraid.

"Dad, could I come over to your bed and lie next to you so we can do it
together?"

He scooted over a little and patted the bed as an invitation to come over.
I lay there next to him with my heart pounding.  My hand was shaking so,
that it was automatically jerking my penis without my even trying.  I took
a chance and moved my leg up against his as we stroked.  The soft hair on
his leg tickled mine.  He didn't move away.  I turned my head and looked at
his face.  He was staring at my hard cock, and I could see that tell-tale
look of sexual frenzy building in his eyes.

Did he want me as much as I wanted him at that moment?  If I moved my face
closer to his and kissed him, would he pull away?  If I reached over and
cupped his long ball sack in my hand, would he push my hand away?  I heard
my dad's breathing getting heavier and felt the muscles in his leg tensing.
I was sure he was pushing it harder against mine.

Almost breathless, dad said, "Are you ready, Luke?  Huh?"

"Yes, yes.  Right now.  I'm ready."

He suddenly threw his leg over on mine and raised his hips.  I watched as
he grunted and spewed out several volleys of thick white cum onto his
stomach and chest.  At every spurt, he grunted and bucked his hips.  As
sperm was now dribbling out over his hand, I let go with my own.  I closed
my eyes as the most powerful orgasm I'd ever had swept over my whole body.
My cum landed on my neck, my chin, and my cheek.

As I lay there trying to get my breath, all I could say was, "Oh, God.  Oh,
God."  I rolled to the side toward him slightly and threw my leg over his.
I saw his chest heaving as he fought to get his breath.

We were soon lying quietly and looking into each other's eyes.  It was as
though we were now at one with each other.  Our secrets were out in the
open.

Dad finally said, "Are you all right with this, son?"

"More than all right, Dad."

"I'll tell one more secret," Dad said.  "I've wanted this for so long, but
never in a million years did I think it would happen."

"And my last secret is that I wanted it, too," I said.  "I dreamed of it
happening.  And it filled all of my jack-off fantasies."

He looked at my face.  "You've got a pretty good mess of thick white stuff
on your face.  Now's your opportunity to see what it tastes like."

"I'd rather taste yours, Dad."

"Go ahead," he said.  "There's a good pile of it on my chest."

I tried to scoop some of my dad's cum up in my fingers, but it kept
dropping off.

He turned his body toward me and said, "Use your tongue, Luke.  You can get
it all that way."

I got up and straddled his body and took my time lapping up his cum,
feeling and tasting his skin on my tongue.  When I was through, he raised
my head with his hands and ran his tongue over my chin and cheek.  It felt
good to have his sperm in my mouth.  It was like cutting our arms and
mixing our blood.  We were now inextricably tied to each other sexually.

We were exhausted.  We fell back and were soon asleep.

When I awoke the next morning, Dad was still asleep, but had his arms
around me and his body pressed tightly against mine.

When we got up, we spoke very little, and dad was soon off to his
conference.  I wondered if he regretted the night before.  After the maid
had finished, I spent the day in the room thinking about it.  My fantasies
were going wild, and I jacked off twice.

That evening, when he came back to the room, I greeted him with a kiss and
a quick grope of his crotch.

"Luke," he said.  "I worried all day that you might be uncomfortable about
last night.  But it looks like you weren't."

"Dad, I was thinking about you and mom.  A lot of times, I heard the two of
you in your room at night making all sorts of sounds.  I knew you were
fucking her.  Is she a good lover?  Can you tell me about it?"

"Of course, Luke.  We don't have any more secrets from each other.  You bet
she's a good lover.  You want to know what we do?  Okay.  First, I get her
good and ready for sex by licking and sucking on her pussy.  It gets her
juices flowing.  I usually bring her to orgasm by rubbing her clit with my
tongue before I even start fucking her.  Then she plays with my balls and
sucks a little on my penis to get it good and hard.  We do a lot of this
foreplay for about a half hour before I actually fuck her.  Sometimes I do
it doggy style, and sometimes from the front with her legs in the air.
What she really likes to do is to have me on my back and lowers herself
onto my cock."

"Wow," I said.  "I can tell when Mom's cumming.  I hear her squealing."

"While I'm fucking your mother, she has multiple orgasms.  Sometimes three
or four before I have mine.  She gets so hot that she even has an orgasm
once in a while when I'm fucking her in the ass."

"You fuck her in the ass?"  I wasn't sure I heard him right.

"Sometimes.  The asshole is tighter than a cunt, and it really feels good."

"When you fuck guys, it's in the asshole, too?"

"That's right."

"I'll bet it's great.  I wish I knew what he feels like.  Does it hurt?"

"Sometimes, but usually only when the head pops in."

We were now lying in his bed with our naked bodies touching.  Dad was on
his back with his knees up.  I reached around and put my fingers in his
hairy crack.  Then I touched his asshole with my index finger.

"Have you had a man's penis up this hole?"

"Sure.  Many times.  You can push your finger in a little bit and get an
idea of how tight it is."

I pushed it in and felt the warmth of his rectum and loved the spasms of
his sphincter muscle as it clamped on my finger.

"I'd love to have your hard penis inside of me, Dad.  I need to know how it
feels."

"I don't think we should go that far, son.  It'll happen to you soon
enough."

"Please, Dad."  I brought my legs up with my thighs against my chest.
Please, Dad.  I want you in me.  Please.  I know you want to do it.  I want
you to be the first."

Dad gave me a big smile as he got up and went to his suitcase.  He came
back with a bottle of something.  He crouched in front of me and smeared
some creamy stuff all over his penis and into my crack.

"Well, son, you've got a nice smooth crack.  Someday it'll fill up with
hair like mine.  I like a hairy crack."

He began to mount me, and I felt the head of his penis pressing against my
hole.  It hurt just a little, but when the head popped in, it felt
wonderful.

"I'm going to push it all the way in, son.  Tell me if it hurts.  It should
feel wonderful when my hard rod pushes against your prostate."

Dad started pushing it in and out, faster and faster, and harder and
harder.  I looked up at his handsome face.  Beads of sweat had appeared on
his forehead.  I reached up and took hold of his hard nipples as a look of
extreme erotic pleasure swept over his face.  The muscles in his chest were
rippling with every stroke.  I ran my hands over the soft hair on his
strong arms.  They felt so silky.  His breathing was becoming more labored,
and the intent look on his face was becoming contorted.  I felt his penis
enlarging inside of me.  I didn't want him to cum yet.  I wanted the
feeling of him buried inside of me to last forever.

"Oh, Fuck!" he growled, over and over, as I felt his penis throbbing
against the walls of my rectum and the warm flow of his sperm.  Sweat was
rolling off his chest onto mine.  With another loud growl, he collapsed on
top of me.  I kissed his face all over, loving the salty taste of his
sweat.  We lay there for a long time with his body heaving on mine as he
tried to regain his breath.

"I love you, Dad.  I love you so much.  Lie here forever on me.  Never get
up."

Dad finally rolled over on his back and stared at the ceiling, his penis
slowly wilting, but still hard.  I leaned over and kissed and licked his
chest, his stomach, and then buried my lips and tongue in his heavy snarl
of pubic hair.  I had no inhibitions, I began to feel like an animal,
wanting to devour his whole beautiful body.  I ran my tongue up and around
his shaft and took the head of his penis in my mouth.

We said nothing.  Finally Dad said very softly, "Fuck me, Luke.  Please.
Fuck me."

As though I knew exactly what I was doing, I pushed his legs up high and
thrust my face into his crack.  I slashed my tongue through the hair in his
crack until the tip of it felt his hole.  It was clenching over and over,
as though it was inviting me in.  I was in a trance.  I grabbed the bottle
and did what he did.  I smeared the goo on my penis and over his asshole.

He held his legs up with his hands behind his knees.  The look on his face
was one I'd never seen on my Dad.  It was like a ravenous animal.

"Fuck me!  Fuck me!" he growled over and over, almost like a madman.  He
reached up and grabbed my hips and pulled them down.  My hard penis slipped
easily into his rectum, as though he had somehow opened up his asshole wide
for my entrance.

"Pound me hard, Luke.  Pound the shit out of me."  He was in such a sexual
frenzy, I wondered for a moment if he'd suddenly become insane.  As I
fucked him harder and harder, he bucked his hips against my pelvis.  I
can't describe what I felt, having myself inside my dad.  I wanted my whole
body to be sucked inside of him.  I wanted to hold off as long as I could,
but it was no use.  My orgasm took hold of me so powerfully, I was
helpless.  As I felt my cum surging up my shaft and into him, I saw great
globs of sperm shooting from his own penis onto his stomach.

I collapsed onto dad's body, gasping for air.  I felt his arms around me,
holding me tight against his body, his sperm squishing between our
stomachs.  He kissed me all over my face and slashed his tongue inside my
mouth.

I don't remember what happened after that until I woke up the next morning.
Dad was propped up on one elbow looking down at me and smiling.  He took
hold of the sheet and threw it off of me.  I had my usual morning erection,
hard and throbbing.

Without a word, Dad, scooted down and began kissing and licking my legs,
starting at my ankles.

As he progressed up over my calves, he said, "You have such sweet,
beautiful legs, Luke.  Such a soft dusting of hair on them."

His tongue went up over my knees.  When he reached the soft fleshy part of
my upper inner thighs, I gasped with the pleasure of it.  Lying now on his
stomach between my stretched out legs, he took my balls into his mouth.

"Oh, Luke, you have a nice long ball sack like I have.  Such soft, delicate
skin on my tongue."

His tongue traveled up and around my hard penis.  "I love to feel the hard
veins that encircle your penis."

He took the full length of my throbbing rod into his mouth.  I watched his
head bobbing up and down with a delicious slurping noise.  His curly hair
had fallen forward and tickled my stomach as he went.  Again, I couldn't
hold it, and I felt my penis throbbing against the roof of his mouth.  When
I was through, he pulled off and scooted up to kiss me.  He hadn't
swallowed my sperm, and let it flow into my mouth as we kissed.  It ran out
and down my chin, and with his tongue and lips smeared it around on my
face.

"I love you, Luke.  My God, how I love you.

He got up briefly and hung the Do Not Disturb sign on the door.  We spent
the rest of the day in bed loving each other's bodies, our sweat- and
cum-covered bodies.  We had no inhibitions.

For many years after that, we used every excuse we could think of to be
alone together.  We remained lovers in the true sense of the word until the
end of his life.  We had many experiences, including threesomes and
foursomes involving friends and pick-ups.  We even had a true gangbang
party once.  It warms me to think of the gallons and gallons of his sperm
that I've taken into my mouth and rectum over the years, and the gallons
and gallons of my own sperm shot into his body.  His sexual activity with
Mom came to an end only a few years after his and my first encounter.  And
he finally admitted that he'd come to realize he'd never really been
bisexual.  He'd been kidding himself.  He'd been a pure homosexual all
along.

I thank God for that night so long ago when I had to cut short my shower
because the water wasn't hot.  Otherwise, I would never have caught my dad
by surprise while he was masturbating.  I never married, but I wonder from
time to time that, if I had married and had a son, would I have been so
lucky as to have become his lover.

Now as I jack off this old penis of mine every night, I can only dream of
it, imagining that it's being stroked by my dad's hand or sliding in and
out of his rectum or his mouth.  Life is good.


This story is fiction, but it's based on a longing I have had all my life.
I'll be pleased to hear reactions to the story.  Also, I'd love to hear any
real-life experiences of this nature any of you have had.  Only real
experiences, please, not made up.  I respond to all readers who write.

Bob
bobsa2005@Yahoo.com