Date: Tue, 27 Dec 2011 10:23:29 -0700
From: Dick Deliboy <deliboydick@gmail.com>
Subject: Making Sure I'm Doing It Right - Chapter 6: "World's Best Dad" (gay/incest)

Disclaimer: My name is Dan and I'm a 21 year old Mormon living in Utah.  This
is a fictional story.  please feel free to e-mail me at
deliboydick@gmail.com for comments, or criticisms.  stay tuned for more
chapters


Chapter 6: "World's Best Dad"


As I lay on the couch, watching a movie with my dad, I found myself
daydreaming and drifting off, not focusing on the plot of the film.  It was
partly because I had seen the movie a million times, but more so because I
longed to connect with my dad like I had more than a month ago.  The movie,
V for Vendetta, was one of mine and dad's favorites and sort of tradition
that me and my dad had where we would watch the film every Guy Fawkes day
to "remember the 5th of the November".  His birthday was tomorrow, the 6th,
and I guess we kind of watched the movie to start off his birthday
celebration.  My dad, reclining in his lazy boy with nothing but a white
tee and boxers on, made it difficult to concentrate on the film.

I loved my dad a lot, not just because he taught me how to jack off, drive
stick, or shave my balls, but also because of how loving and caring he was
towards me.  I longed to bond with him like I had during that wonderful
week, but for some reason after we had our "water fight" in the shower, we
never really reconnected.  I hoped it was just because our schedules never
meshed.  I stayed busy with school, and he had a lot of late shifts at the
fire house, but my mind kept wondering whether he thought that week was a
giant mistake.  Didn't he know that every time I jerked off I thought about
him kneeling in front of me giving pointers?  Or that I get a hardon every
time I pass the exit where I got my first speeding ticket?  Or that my ass
tingles every time I think about the first time I saw his cock?  All I knew
was that there was nothing I wanted to do more than to climb on that
recliner with dad and fall asleep.

I had grappled with what to get my dad for his birthday for awhile.  I
wanted to show how much I cared for him without him or mom getting to
creeped out.  I decided to go with the classic "World's Best Dad" mug.  I
fought the urge to exchange the word "Best" for "Sexiest" even though I
also thought my dad deserved that title as well.  His years of being a
firefighter left him with a very muscular frame and his years of tanning in
the Utah sun left him with perfectly light bronzed skin and the whitest
round ass.  And his giant daddy dick really completed the package.  How I
longed to gaze at dad's manhood again.  In that moment I really would have
done anything to suck, sniff, feel, or even just look at my dad's cock.  But
maybe that was just my hardon talking.  I hadn't cum in weeks.

The credits to the movie started rolling and I glanced at the clock which
read, "12:27".  I guess now would be as good as time as any to give him his
birthday present.  Mom had gone to bed hours ago as she didn't like how
gruesome the movie was.  Dad seemed to be dozing off a little and I figured
I should wake him up to bring in his birthday with a bang.

"Happy Birthday Dad!" I exclaimed as I sat up from the couch.  My dad
opened his eyes, looking at the clock and realizing what time it was.

 "That's funny, I don't feel any older," my dad joked.  He got up from his
recliner and slowly began to wake up.  "I'm gonna go make some hot
chocolate," he said, "want some?"

"Sure dad," I replied, "but before you do I should give you my gift."  My
dad's eyes widened and he grinned as he rubbed his hands together, feigning
giddiness like a school girl.

"Presents for me already?" he smirked, "I guess it is my birthday."

"Well don't get too excited," I said, "It's just something I picked up that
made me think of you.  But it's kind of cheesy."  I pulled out the wrapped
box from the side of couch and handed it to my dad.

"Looks great son," he said as he sat on the couch beside me.  He tore of
the wrapping paper with one grab and fiddled the box open.  He picked the
mug up delicately and read aloud: "World's Best Dad"

"Well thanks son," he said with the biggest smile on his face.  "I love it."
He wrapped his right arm around me and gave me a kiss on the forehead and I
had never felt so warm in my life.  I looked at the TV screen and noticed
that the movie had started playing again like dvds often do after minutes
of running the menu screen.  I sat there, in my dad's arms, as I slowly
started to fall asleep.

*************

I woke up on the couch alone with my cock slipped out of my boxers.  I was
embarrassed as to who had seen me asleep half-naked, but then I wondered if
dad had played with it before he got up.  But I still hadn't shot a load
and my balls were still as full as ever.  I really had to get off.  I
thought about hurrying into the bathroom to get off a morning wank,
realizing that any hope of playing with dad probably passed last night.  But
as I stood up my mother entered the room with an apron on and said,
"Breakfast is ready.  I made dad some Pancakes for his birthday.  Come get
some."

"Great mom," I said, "sounds delicious.  I'll be at the kitchen in a
minute."  I ran upstairs to put on some cargo shorts to hide my hardon from
my parents.

As I entered the kitchen, my dad was reading the paper in his robe and
slippers, sipping from my "World's Best Dad" mug I gave him last night.

"Morning sport," he said looking up from the paper.  He raised his glass
and said, "love the gift buddy", as he gulped down the rest of his drink.  His
adam's apple never looked sexier, stubbled as if he didn't think he needed
to shave on his birthday.

"No problem dad.  I meant every word," I said giving him a wink as I sat
down across the table from him.  He winked back at me and continued to
reading his paper as casually as ever.  But as he did he slipped off one of
his slippers and moved his foot across my hairy bare leg while he read.  Never
moving his eyes up from the paper, he continued rubbing my leg throughout
breakfast.

After I was done eating, I just sat in my chair enjoying the foot massage I
was receiving from my dad, almost as a sign of gratitude for the mug.  I
didn't want to get up for fear of my mom or dad seeing my boydick with a
raging hardon.  I swear I was leaking precum in my shorts.  I really needed
to get off.

"Ugh," I thought to myself.  Today was going to be a long day

***************

The day proceeded like a rather normal Saturday, aside from the fact that
my dad expressed an unusual attachment to the mug I had given him.   I
swear it never left his hand.  He continued to drink anything he could from
the mug including water, orange juice, milk, and coffee, making many trips
to the bathroom throughout the day.

One thing you have to know about my dad is that, even though he is a strong
Mormon, he loved his coffee.  And by the late evening he had already had
enough caffeine to stay awake for days.  But coffee was as naughty as my
dad got.  Well, or so I thought.

By eleven o'clock, my dad and I found ourselves sitting in the living room
watching Saturday Night Live.  My mom, being the early bird that she was
and not really fancying the musings of Kristen Wiig, had gone to bed after
the local news.

My dad got up at the commercial break scratching his balls and said "I
gotta take a piss."  He handed me his mug and said, "mind fillin' er up for
me son?"

I stared at my dad with an open mouth rather embarrassed by the way he
asked that question.  "Er uh, sure dad, what do you want?" I mumbled.

He smiled and replied, "surprise me" as he winked at me.

I was shocked.  Was my dad coming onto me?  I stumbled to the kitchen and
as I did, my boydick began to get hard.  What was happening to me?  Why was
I having these feelings for my dad?

I shouldn't do this...

I hadn't cum for weeks and it seemed I began to lose control of my mind and
body.  I stood in the middle of the kitchen as my cock twitched in my
shorts.

I needed to get off...

I slowly slipped off my shorts and let them fall to the floor.  My cock
sprang up in attention, dripping down the shaft of my dick.  I lowered the
mug that I gave my dad not 24 hours earlier to my waist with my right hand
and I wrapped my fist around my cock with my left.  I positioned the cup
and slowly started pumping.

I knew this was a bad idea, but I couldn't stop myself.  My balls thwacked
against my hand as my stroking got faster and harder.

I exploded in no time, shaking, trying to get every drop of my cream into
my dad's mug.  My squirts were violent and numerous, and even though some
of my sperm shot on the side of the mug, almost have the cup was filled
with my cum by the time I stopped milking my dick.

I stood in the middle of the kitchen beginning to realize that what I just
did was rather stupid.  But before I could wash my load off the "World's
Best Dad" mug, my father walked in, catching me with my cock in my left
hand and my shorts around my ankles.

We both stood there silently, I, out of fear, and my dad, out of shock.  I
wanted to drop the cup and pull my pants up but was immobilized by just how
embarrassed I was.

My dad slowly began to smile, and laughed, "well what did you whip up for
me son?" He walked towards me, taking the cup from my hand.  He gradually
brought the mug to his nose, inhaling deeply.  He looked at the side of the
cup and stuck his tongue out to lick the stream that had missed the inside.


He smacked is mouth as if he was all of the sudden a professional taste
tester.  "Not bad," he mused, "but I think it's missing something.  He
reached down his pants and pulled out his massive cock and I just now
noticed that he had a raging hardon.

 He began to slowly massage his cock, but after he began, I, whether still
in a state of shock or pure inspiration, said, "why don't I just taste it
from the tap?"

My dad raised his eyebrow as a smirk grew across his face.  "Really son?  Mom
doesn't even suck my cock anymore."

"Well then consider it a birthday present," I said as I kneeled down in
front of my dad's cock.  I had waited so long to taste my father's
beautiful daddy dick, the dick that made me, and now it was inches away
from my face, beckoning as it twitched.  I opened my mouth wide and grabbed
my dad's hips as I engulfed my dad's throbbing hard on.

"Oooooooo baby," my dad said as he rolled his eyes to the back of his head.
"That's how daddy likes it."

I slurped vigorously staring up at my dad as he gazed down at his son with
his dick in his mouth.  He grabbed my head with both hands and started
guiding my motions.  "That's it boy.  Now tug on my balls."

I did as dad said, listening to his commands to go faster, slower, wetter,
or softer, until I knew he was on the verge of shooting.  But with him so
close to climax, I decided to take matters into my own hand and surprise
dad.  I took the middle finger of my hand and slowly tickled my dad's ass
before inserting it into his hole.  Just then my dad's eyes shot wide open
as he removed his hands from my head and clutched the refrigerator behind
him, arching his hips, shooting his sweet load down my throat.  I swallowed
his seed down, savoring every drop as his ass constricted and pulsated
around my finger.  My dad's knees shook and I could tell it had been awhile
since he released, as I almost gagged on the mount of cream he was spurting
down my throat.

When his orgasm finally subsided, I cleaned his cock with my tongue and
slowly stood up.

"Wow son", he panted, "That was an incredible birthday gift."

I looked up at my dad and I couldn't help but smile.  Next year his mug is
definitely going to say "World's Sexiest Dad."


End of Chapter 6


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