Date: Thu, 12 Mar 2015 19:17:09 -0400
From: Jeremy Ellington <jeremyellingtonii@gmail.com>
Subject: Lessons From My Dad-4

NOTICE: This story may contain scenes of a graphical nature, which may not
be legal in your area.  This story is completely fictional and written only
for entertainment purposes.  Any similarities to real life people or
characters is coincidental. If you have trouble separating real life from
fantasy or you are offended by such themes, stop reading now.

Lessons From My Dad
Chapter 4

We stayed up late watching a movie on Saturday night, but we had just had
some sandwiches for dinner so I knew we'd both be hungry Sunday morning.
Sundays were usually a lazy day for us.  I got up before Dad, got his
coffee started and decided to make French Toast, one of Dad's favorites.

It didn't take Dad long to come padding into the kitchen in his shorts,
grinning and sniffing the air.  "Is that delightful aroma I smell coffee
and my favorite breakfast of French Toast?  Okay, what have you done now,
how much trouble are you in, and what's it gonna cost me?"

"What, can't I make my favorite father his favorite breakfast just because?"

"Well, unless you've just joined a monastery, I'm your *only* father, so
yes, thank you, my favorite son may indeed make me my favorite breakfast
`just because'," Dad chuckled back at me.

"Uh oh, are you telling me there are other sons running around that I have
to fight with in order to get my share of my inheritance?" I asked.

Dad laughed out loud.  "If I were you, I wouldn't be planning any huge
purchases with your so-called inheritance just yet son, right now you're
lucky to at least get the house.  Of course if I keep getting these new
contracts at work we both might be able to move to a better house, in fact
Carl and I were just talking on Friday about maybe needing to hire one or
two more guys.  I'm afraid that I'm gonna have to spend some time working
out the numbers on the computer today for that very reason; we need to see
if we can manage the new business we're getting with the current staff, or
if we have to post some job ads.  I might just have to do that anyway; at
the rate we're picking up new business we are about maxed out and we'd have
to refuse any new jobs that come our way, and that's not something I ever
want to have to do."

I started waving the spatula at him.  "You mean to tell me I'm slaving away
over here making you your favorite breakfast and you're not even going to
have time for me today?" I yelled, but with a half-smirk on my face.

Dad wasn't looking at me when he heard that and turned to me with a hurt
look on his face, then he saw my smirk and relaxed.  "Crap, you almost had
me there Sean, laying a guilt trip on me like that.  Seriously son, you
know I wouldn't do this unless I had to."

"I know Dad, I appreciate how much work you have to do and I'm real happy
that your company is doing well.  But you better hire some more people
rather than you having to keep working weekends, or you can kiss your
future French Toast breakfasts goodbye!"

Dad made a motion with his hand like he was trying to bless me, but he used
his middle finger instead.  "Yes my son, I hear and I obey!"

"DAD!  You were flipping me off!"

"Why son, I don't know what you mean.  And if I did, I'm shocked, simply
shocked I tell you, that you even know what `flipping someone off' means!
Now put down your weaponry and give your father a hug and a smooch."

I dropped the spatula on the counter and gave him a big hug which he gave
right back, holding me tightly.  Then he kissed the top of my head, so I
kissed him on each of his hairy nipples, giggling in his arms.

"Oh no you don't, if you start that we'll never get to breakfast and I'm
starving," Dad said, ruffling my hair.  He sat down at the table and I
poured him a cup of coffee and freshened my glass of juice.  I then put
four slices of French Toast on a plate for him and pulled four more out of
the oven where I had been keeping them warm for myself, and sat down.  We
ate quickly, both of us hungrier than we realized, then Dad got up, poured
himself a fresh cup of coffee and headed over to the computer.

I cleaned up the kitchen while Dad started working.  I heard him mumble
"what the..."  and then he stopped.  I figured he was deep into crunching
the numbers so I ignored him, then I had remembered something I had been
meaning to ask him, so I turned and looked at him from across the room.
"Dad, can I interrupt for just a minute?  I'm sorry, but I keep forgetting
to ask you something."

Dad eyes shot up to look at me, and he had the oddest expression on his
face.  I raised my eyebrows at him when he didn't answer, and then I guess
he realized I was still waiting so he said "Uh...sure Sean.  What is it?"

His voice sounded funny, but I figured he was just startled from being
interrupted.  "Could we buy a slow-cooker for the kitchen?  I've come
across some great recipes for slow-cooked meals, and it would make it
convenient for the days when you're stuck late at work, or weekends when we
have plans.  They don't cost very much at all."

Dad still had that look on his face, and at first I wasn't even sure he
understood what I was asking him.  Then he suddenly blurted out
"Sure...that's a good idea.  We'll go do that today if I get finished in
time."  Then he gave me a strange smile, almost as an afterthought.

"Okay.  Thanks Pop," I said, turning around and wondering what was going on
with him.  I felt bad for interrupting him now, because he sure looked
startled.

I was finished in the kitchen and decided to do some loads of laundry.  I
hated to interrupt him again, but I wanted to wash all the bed linens at
the same time and I like to ask his permission to go into his room.  "Sorry
to interrupt again, I promise I can be quiet, but I'd like to strip your
bed and get your dirty clothes from your room.  Is that okay?" I said, as I
started to walk in his direction.

Dad looked up at me again and reached up and touched the bottom of the
computer monitor as I approached.  "Yes Sean that's fine, thank you for
doing that," he said.  I had to cross behind him to get to his room and I
glanced over to see what he was working on only to find that the monitor
was turned off.  I didn't want to bug him anymore so I just kept walking,
even though I thought it was very odd that he would have the monitor off
while he was working.

I stripped the sheets off of his bed and checked his hamper for towels and
clothes, then headed for my room, passing behind him again.  The monitor
was still off and he seemed to just be staring at his paperwork.  I
stripped my bed and gathered my dirty clothes and hauled the whole pile to
the laundry room and began sorting.  By the time I had the first load in
and walked back towards my room I could see that he had the monitor turned
on and was looking at a spreadsheet.  I went into my room, grabbed a book
and went to the living room to sit and read.

Dad was at it for a few hours, and it worked out that the laundry was done,
I finished my book, and his homework were all done at about the same time.
Dad said he needed to take a shower, then we would get dressed and go to
the mall to look for the slow-cooker and then stop by the grocery store to
stock up on whatever we needed for the next week.

While he headed for the shower I hopped back on the computer to look up the
recipes I had located for the cooker, typing in the beginning of the
website I had found, knowing that it would pop up once I had typed in
enough letters.  What popped up however, was not the recipe website but one
of the sex websites I had been looking at the other day.  I thought Oops,
then my eyes bugged out and my hands froze on the keyboard.  SHIT!!!  Shit
shit SHIT!  That's why Dad was looking at me funny when he first started
working on the computer, and that must be why he turned off the monitor
when I walked by!!  One of those websites must have popped up for him as
well!  I completely forgot about removing my search history.  Oh man, he
must have seen all the sites I looked at, now he knows I was checking out
sex sites on the internet!  Oh crap, now he'll think I'm some sort of
pervert.  I wonder how long he'll let this go before he asks me about it.
Should I mention it first, just throw myself on my sword and confess?

I heard the shower turn off so I quickly logged out of the computer and
shut everything down, then I hurried to my room to get dressed.  I ran
everything through my mind.  I decided to make my confession, I didn't want
him to think I was doing things behind his back and I didn't want him to
think I was gonna do anything too weird on the internet.

I went into the front room and sat down to wait for Dad.  When he came out
of his room, dressed and ready to go, he reached for his keys and looked at
me.  I think he was wondering why I was just sitting there, then he saw the
look on my face.  "Sean, is something wrong buddy?"

"Dad, can you sit down for a minute, I have something I think I should
explain to you," I said, nodding towards his chair.  He cocked his head at
me with an inquisitive look and asked again if I was okay.

"Well, I was doing some research on the computer yesterday Dad, and I
stumbled onto some sites that I probably shouldn't have.  I'm guessing you
saw some of them when you logged in today, and I think I better explain
myself before you start worrying about me."

Dad looked a little relieved as he sat down in his chair, I think because
I'm the one who brought it up first.  "Well Sean, to be honest, I did want
to discuss that with you at some point.  I was a little shocked by some of
the sites you were on."

"Dad, I really only started out looking up masturbation.  I've been having
a lot of fun with you and I wanted to see if there were any other things I
could do to make us both feel good, and...well...all kinds of things popped
up!"  Dad started laughing at my choice of words, and I quickly realized
what I said and laughed along.  That right there helped to diffuse the
tension we were both feeling.  "Really Dad, I stayed away from any place
that wanted personal information or a credit card or anything like that,
but there are just so many places you can click on to see people having
sex!  I didn't think they were allowed to show that, I mean I thought you
had to prove you were an adult somehow to even look at any of that stuff,
but no, it's all just out there.  And, I have to confess Dad, I looked at
things that I know you wouldn't have approved of, and I apologize."

Dad looked at me and smiled.  "Sean, for starters, I am very proud of you
for bringing this up before I had to, and also for admitting that you know
better than to get so caught up in so many sites.  I know there's a lot out
there son, and yes, you can get to seeing a lot of things very quickly
without even realizing how far you've gotten.  Normally I would have to
think about punishing you, but since you've admitted what you did, and I
truly think you didn't expect to see all that you did, let's just chalk
this one up to being a learning experience...for both of us."

"Thanks Dad, I mean if you feel you need to punish me I'm okay with that.
I know I'm smarter than that, but I was just so stunned."

"No son, I think we're good on this.  But I have to ask you: Do you think I
should activate some parental blocks for a few years?  I mean I want to
trust you Sean, and so far you've given me no reason not to, but if you
feel you might be tempted..."

"No Dad, if you think you should than of course, but I know better now.  It
really did start off innocently," I said, trying to ignore the stinging in
my eyes.  I didn't want to cry over something like this.

"Sean, like I said, I think we're good.  Son, I already made one mistake in
how I handled your question on jerking off, so from now on, please just ask
me anything you want to about sex.  Hell, if I can't answer it then we'll
both....*together*...check the internet...and I'll have one hand free to
cover your eyes if there's something I don't feel you're ready yet to see."
Dad ended that with a big grin.

"Okay Dad, thanks for understanding.  Hey, is there a way you can keep it
from `suggesting' those sites the next time I log on, when all I really
want to do is go to the Food Network site, not the `fuck network'?"

He laughed again. "Sure Sean, we can clean out the history and the cookies
those sites left in the computer, something we should probably do as
regular maintenance anyway.  I'll do that after we get back tonight.  Was
there anything else you wanted to discuss?"

"Nope Dad, that's enough for one day," I laughed.

He smiled, jumped out of his chair, gathered me up and gave me a huge hug.
"You're just the best son in the world Sean!  Now, let's hit the mall and
find something to eat at the food court before we both waste away."

On the way to the mall I sat in the car wondering to myself.  Dad said to
ask him if I had any questions about sex.  Should I ask him if he'll let me
put his cock all the way in my mouth the next time he's about to cum?

- - -

The next week started as all weeks do: Monday seemed to arrive too quickly,
it took forever for the day to go by, and Dad and I were both tired when we
got home that night.  I spent the early part of the evening getting a roast
together to put in the new cooker for the next day, while at the same time
making spaghetti for our dinner that night.

Dad came home and started shedding clothes almost before he'd closed the
door behind him.  It took me some extra effort to get his boots off, and he
just chuckled and told me he knew exactly how I felt.  Our energy level was
low, and it was going to be an early evening.  We ate our spaghetti,
watched some television, then we both noticed how the other was having
trouble keeping his eyes open.  We laughed and he said we both needed to
get to bed and hope for a better day on Tuesday.

Tuesday morning I got up, got ready for school, and then headed into the
kitchen.  There was a note from Dad on the table:

"Hey boy, how are those shorts holding out?"

I laughed, and decided Dad must have been horny when he woke up, so I guess
he got a good night's sleep.  I'm surprised he didn't wake me up to play
this morning.  I put the roast in the cooker and set it to be ready for
late afternoon, ate my breakfast and made a lunch, and headed off to
school.

I made it to lunch just like I would a normal morning, but when I was
eating my lunch I realized I packed Dad's note in with my sandwich.  I
smiled and started feeling a bit horny myself.  All I could think about the
rest of the school day was Dad's big cock, his hairy chest and his
wonderful, manly aroma.  I couldn't wait to get home!

When I got home and opened the door to the house the aroma of the roast
filled the kitchen, and I was very pleased that the cooker seemed to have
done its job.  I peeked in at it, then went to my room and got out of my
school clothes.  I was just heading back out to the kitchen in some
sweatpants and a t-shirt when Dad rushed in the door.

"Howdy Sean, mmmm dinner smells great!  Can it hold for about another hour?
I have a real quick meeting with a new client at a jobsite just a couple of
miles away.  I'm gonna grab a quick shower and get into some nicer clothes,
then I'll be back in a jiffy.  I can't wait to eat, that roast smells so
good and I'm starved."  All of what he said came out in one big exhale of
breath while he walked towards the bathroom, stripping off his clothes
along the way.  He stopped just long enough to grab me, pick me up and
twirl me around, kiss me on the forehead, then into the shower he went.

I stood there in one position trying to take all of this information in at
once.  I checked on the roast, and then got out some frozen vegetables to
heat up on the stove to add to our dinner, knowing now that I had about a
half hour or so before we would eat.  I heard Dad humming in his bedroom,
then he came out in slacks and a nice shirt, kissed me again, and headed
for the door.

"I'll be back shortly Sean.  Damn I'm hungry."  Then he stopped, looked at
me closely, gave me an evil grin and said, "You, boy, are way overdressed.
Do something about that before I get back."  He flew open the door and
rushed out, leaving me with my mouth open.  Then I just grinned and headed
to take my own shower.  It appeared to me that Dad was still horny and some
fun was going to be had tonight!

After my shower I went through my dresser trying to figure out what to
wear.  I came upon the jock that Dad bought for me last summer when he
thought I would be starting phys. ed. class this year.  It turns out that
wouldn't start until next year, so the jock was still in its package.  I
opened it up and tried it on.  It was actually a little bit tight on me,
but I looked in the mirror and decided it looked okay.  I giggled, thinking
what Dad would say when he came home, then went out and turned on the TV to
watch the local news.

About 40 minutes later I heard Dad's car pull up in the driveway.  I
quickly turned off the TV and ran into the kitchen to get the plates ready
for dinner.  The cupboard was against the far wall so my back was turned to
Dad when he came in the door.  I heard him come in just as I was reaching
up to get a serving bowl, heard a loud gasp, then a long wolf whistle.

"Jeezus Sean, you look damn hot in that jock boy!"  I just looked over my
shoulder at Dad and smiled.  The look on his face was priceless as he
walked right up to me.  He put both hands on my ass and squeezed my cheeks,
then leaned over and licked the back of my neck.  "I sure hope you're
dinner cuz you taste sooooo very good," he growled.

"Hey, hey buddy, I'm trying to work here," I protested, trying not to
giggle.  "You just set yourself in your chair and I'll bring you your real
dinner, I just don't think I can take any more whining about how hungry you
are."

"You are one mean little sexpot buddy," Dad moaned, unhanding me, grabbing
a beer out of the fridge and turning to head for the front room.  "I guess
I'll just have to save you for dessert!"

I laughed and prepared plates for both of us, took his in, then came back
for mine and to get myself some milk.  We ate while Dad gave me a brief
rundown on why he had an evening meeting with this new client, remarking
repeatedly on how well the cooker had cooked the roast, and thanking me for
the suggestion to buy it.  We both had seconds of everything, although Dad
managed to swallow down 4 bottles of beer during the course of the evening.
By the time I was cleaning up I think he had a buzz going.  I was just
finishing up in the kitchen when I felt him come up behind me and grabbed
my ass again.

"So, is dessert ready now?  And do you have any idea how hot you look in
that jock boy?"  By this time Dad was running his hands all over my chest,
my ass, and up and down my legs.  Yep, he was buzzed alright!

I pulled away from him, made sure the door was locked and the lights were
off, then I grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pulled him in to his
bedroom.

"Oooo, seems like dessert is taking over," Dad chuckled as he kicked off
his shoes and then started to unbutton his shirt.

I slapped his hands.  "Yes Sir, dessert is now in charge and you just stand
there and let your chef do his duty," I instructed.  I reached up and
unbuttoned his shirt, and as soon as his hairy chest came into view I
leaned in and began kissing and licking the parts I could reach.  Dad
moaned.

I pulled his shirt off and draped it over the chair in his room.  I reached
down and unbuckled his belt, then unzipped his pants.  I glanced up and
could see him grinning, but with one of his eyebrows raised.  I got down on
my knees and lifted up one leg and removed his sock, bringing it to my nose
and sniffed.  I could hear him inhaling a quick breath.  I switched legs
and removed the other sock, and gave that one a sniff as well.  Then I
reached up and pulled his pants down, lifting each leg again to reveal his
bare legs.  I stood up and folded the pants over and placed then in the
same chair as his shirt.  Then I knelt before him again, leaned in and
buried my face in the crotch of his jockey shorts.  I took a deep breath
and moaned.

Dad whispered "Oh fuck" up above my head as I started nudging his hardening
cock with my nose, moving it around under his shorts until it got too stiff
to easily move.  I leaned up again and grabbed the top of his shorts with
my teeth and pulled them down, inhaling the scent from his pubes and
dragging the shorts across his cock and balls.  When I saw that the shorts
were free of his package I released them from my teeth and let them drop,
lifting his legs again one more time to free them from the last of his
clothes.  I leaned up again and buried my face in his hairy balls and moved
my face back and forth.  "Jeezus," I heard Dad whisper again.

Everything had gone according to plan so far, with no protest from Dad; in
fact I could tell he was really enjoying it.  Now I had to see just how far
he would let me go into uncharted waters.

I let my nose follow his balls up to the base of his cock, then stuck out
my tongue and licked up the full length of his cock to the tip, tasting the
first drop of precum that had already bubbled up.  I left my tongue right
there at the tip of his cock, precum glistening on my lips and looked up at
Dad.  His expression was amazing, one I had never seen before.  He looked
stunned and yet at the same time so very turned on.  I opened my mouth,
letting the drops of his precum slide into my mouth and said, "Is this
alright...Sir?"

Dad just looked at me, and I could see his hands clenchi.ng and unclenching
at his sides.  Finally his nostrils flared out and he growled, "Go for
it...boy."

I smiled up at him, then let my tongue slide back down to the base of his
cock, then back up again, this time slathering up and around it to get his
dick completely wet with my saliva.  I wrapped both of my hands around the
bottom of his cock and started to stroke it up and down, my hands following
my tongue, keeping his cock slick with my spit.  I went up and down about a
dozen times, then the last time my tongue approached the head of his cock I
wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and pushed about three inches
of it into my mouth, stroking him all the while.

Dad was groaning above me, then he couldn't stand still any longer and
grabbed the back of my head with both hands.  "Fuck boy, you look so good
down there on your knees between your Daddy's legs, your mouth feels so
good on Daddy's cock, yea boy that's it, keep stroking Daddy's dick like
that, keep your hot little mouth right there, Daddy's gonna feed you
dessert this time boy, yea, keep stroking, oh yea, you like slurping on
Daddy's big cock boy?"

I pulled my mouth off just a little, looked up at him, stared into his
glazed eyes and said Yes Sir Daddy, I really do."  Dad groaned loudly and
pushed my mouth back onto the head of his cock and said "Fuck boy, here
comes Daddy's juice, its gonna shoot in your hungry little mouth, keep
stroking my cock...ah...uh...FUCK!!!"  Right then Dad started to convulse
and his cum shot into me.  I started swallowing, then realized I better
swallow faster because he was exploding into my mouth.  I kept stroking his
cock, but it was getting a little difficult to keep hold of him as his legs
and body were jerking.  He held my head in place, and I could tell some of
his cum was leaking out around my lips, there was just so much of it.  He
started to calm down, and I very gently kept stroking his cock, trying to
coax his entire load to come out.  I wanted every drop, and when I didn't
feel any more coming out of the top I released him and began licking up and
down his shaft, lapping up anything I had missed and capturing whatever had
leaked out.

Dad reached down and grabbed me under my armpits and flung me on the bed.
His expression was a little wild and for a moment I was scared that I had
gone too far, then he reached up and yanked my jock off of me, pulled it
away from my feet and flung it to the side.  He practically threw himself
on top of me and swallowed my entire cock in one gulp and began sucking me,
bobbing his head up and down.  He reached up with one hand and roamed all
over my chest, tweaking my nipples as he came to them.  His other hand
began rolling my balls with his fingers.  I had a complete system overload
and screamed out and began thrusting into his mouth, shooting my cum down
his throat.  Dad swallowed everything I had, then gently nursed my cock as
it softened in his mouth.

While I was trying to catch my breath, Dad released my cock and laid his
head on top of my belly, his breath still coming fast as well.  As we both
began to calm down his raised his head, looked up at me and gave me a huge
smile.  He crawled his way up to my head and pulled me into his side,
giving me a big wet kiss on the mouth, then pulled my head into his neck to
snuggle.

"Sean...I don't know what else to say except...Fuck son!  That was so
amazing, I can't remember when I was turned on that much in my life.  Oh
christ Sean, I was so horny all day today thinking of you and hoping we
would be able to play tonight, but this!  This was way beyond anything I
could have imagined!  You are just incredible you hot little sexpot you!"

"So....did I do okay Dad?"

Dad rolled onto his back and roared out a laugh, putting his arms over his
head and grabbing onto the headboard of his bed.  "Son, you did more than
okay!!  I was seeing stars there for a moment when I started to cum, and
there you were on your knees, drinking me down.  Oh christ Sean I don't
know what prompted you to do all that but that was one of the hottest
scenes I have ever been a part of!  I just know I'm gonna wake up in the
middle of the night and replay that in my mind and just have to jack off.
I hope I can make it through tomorrow without walking around with a stiffy
all day."

With Dad's arms above his head I could tell that he hadn't put on any
deodorant after his earlier shower, so I leaned up against him and laid my
head right next to his armpit and inhaled.  "Mmmm, Dad, you smell so good."

Dad chuckled.  "Yea, well I made sure you could get your face in there
after I took my shower tonight cuz I was expecting we would have a repeat
of our last jerk off session, but damn boy, you sure switched things up on
me and I am so very glad you did!"

"Does that mean I can't enjoy your sexy, hairy armpit Dad," I said, letting
my tongue lick through the thick hair under his arms.

"Uh, Sean....damn kid...you keep that up and we may have a second go `round
before this evening is out."

I reached down and began playing with Dad's cock with my left hand while I
continued to sniff and lick his pit.  I moaned and thrust my newly hardened
dick up against his thigh.  "Would there be anything wrong with
that...Sir?" I whispered.  I could feel Dad's cock start to chub up in my
hand.

"No....boy...nothing wrong with that at all." Dad growled.  He reached
around and grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face deeper into his
pit.  "Lick that sweaty pit boy, clean it out good for your Daddy.  Yea
boy, that's it."

After thoroughly drenching his pit with my spit I repeated my move from the
last session we had and licked and sucked my way across his chest to the
other pit.  This time I let my torso lay across his chest.  He reached down
with his other hand and grabbed my ass and started kneading my cheeks like
they were dough.

I started moaning into Dad's armpit, licking and sucking on the hairs.  I
just couldn't get enough of his aroma.  It made me think of how good his
crotch smelled when I was first undressing him.  I thought that since Dad
let me do everything I had so far, he might let me take it one step
further.  I started to lick his chest again then slowly licked my way down
to his treasure trail of thick hair.  I dipped my tongue into his navel and
lapped up some of his sweat.

"Boy you are a hungry one tonight ain't ya," Dad grunted, rubbing his hands
up and down my back, then into my hair.

"Yes Sir, I am Sir," I said, licking along his leg, bypassing his now
throbbing cock, then making a quick detour and burying my face in his hairy
balls and licking some more.

"Damn boy," Dad moaned.  "Here, let me make some room for you down there."
Dad spread his legs open and let me settle in between them, then he bent
his knees and wrapped his hairy calves around my back.

I nosed his balls, then inhaled his musky scent deep into my lungs.  I
moaned as I exhaled, then began licking his balls.  "Oh fuck boy, yea, get
Daddy's nuts all wet, lick those fuckers.  See if you can get one in your
mouth boy, I wanna see that."

"Yes Sir," I moaned, opening my mouth wide to try to trap one of his big
balls.  I had to really stretch my mouth wide but I just managed to get his
left ball in and I just started to suck on it.

"FUCK boy, yea, suck on that nut, damn that's hot!"  Dad started to stroke
his cock hard, this was really turning him on.  "Now get the other one boy,
make `em both shine with your spit."  I let his ball pop out of my mouth,
then Dad grabbed the back of my head and turned it towards his right ball.
I snagged it between my lips and sucked it in.  Dad started jerking his
cock really fast and was making some low noises that I couldn't understand.
I let his ball pop out of my mouth and I shoved my nose up under his balls
where his aroma really sent my head spinning.  I started licking under his
balls and Dad pushed my head deeper into his crotch.  I wondered if he was
going to let me...or even make me.....lick his ass, and I wouldn't object
to that at all, but about that time his pelvis jerked up and he yelled out
"FUCK!".  I looked up and he was shooting another load, his cum spraying
out over his pecs and belly.  His torso was arched up off the bed until his
orgasm began to subside.

Dad looked down at me.  "Boy, come up here and straddle my crotch and jerk
off for me.  I wanna see you shoot your load on my chest along with mine."
I crawled up and sat just below Dad's navel.  I was afraid I would be too
heavy for him there, but he reached back and let his still-chubbed cock
rest right against my butt.  I could feel his wet cockhead still pulsing
against the crack of my ass.  I started stroking my cock, and the feeling
of his dick against my ass and the sight of his cum all over his sexy,
hairy chest was just too much.  I moaned when I shot again, this time a
small amount but enough to mix in with Dad's on his belly.  I fell forward
onto his chest while my own orgasm ebbed away.

Dad was slowly rubbing my back and my neck, watching me lick at the cum on
his chest.  He reached down and dragged me up to where my face was nestled
under his neck, our cum mixing together and smeared between us.  We just
laid there for a few minutes, catching our breath, listening to our
heartbeats slow down to normal, Dad lazily rubbing my neck and the back of
my head.

Finally he spoke.  "Sean, something tells me you spent a little more time
checking out some of those websites than I thought.  I gotta tell you
though, I am not complaining.  If you don't mind waking up early with me,
why don't you just spend the night right here next to me, I'd love to
cuddle with you buddy."

"Oh Dad, I would love that," I said, hugging him close.  "I can always go
back to sleep after you leave."

Dad chuckled.  "Yea, rub it in, I have to get up before you and you get to
sleep later than me.  C'mon, let's wash up a little bit so we don't end up
stuck together by our cum, brush our teeth and get back in bed."

I climbed off Dad and was surprised when he took my hand and held it while
we walked to the bathroom together.  He got a washcloth and wet it, then
rubbed my chest, crotch and legs, then he let me do the same to him.  We
brushed our teeth together, and he asked me if I wanted to wash my face.
"Heck no Dad, I don't want to wash off your scent, I wanna have it on my
all night."

Dad smiled at me.  "Well buddy, I think you will anyway since you'll be
laying right next to me, but okay with me."

Dad turned to piss into the toilet, and I lined up right next to him and
did the same.  He both giggled as we crossed swords with our piss streams.
I reached down and let my fingers dangle in his piss for a moment, then
sucked my fingers into my mouth.  Dad looked at me with wide eyes, but then
just busted out laughing when I said "Mmm, tastes like beer!"

"You are too much son, I don't know, maybe you're growing up too fast.  I
must say though, I sure am enjoying this.  Now lets get to bed, I am
literally drained."

We headed back to his bedroom and crawled in.  Dad reached over and
snuggled me up against him, my back to his front.  I wiggled my butt
against his hairy crotch and he chuckled.  "Stop that now, I think I'm dead
below the waist for one night, thanks to you.  Don't start anything that
either of us can't finish."

Dad reached over and turned out the light.  I felt so safe and warm in his
arms, and before I knew it, I was out.

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