Date: Mon, 17 Mar 2014 07:58:11 -0700 (PDT)
From: good boy <goodboygonebad98@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Amazing Dad, Chapter 1

My Amazing Dad
Chapter 1
By
Goodboygonebad98

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characters and real people, places, or events is merely a coincidence.
This story contains description of sexual activity of a father and his
adult son.  If you are not 18 years old or if it is illegal where you live
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       I have always had a crush on my dad.  He is 5?10?? with thick dark
hair, short neat beard, and 200 pounds of thick rugged muscle.  He has a
hairy chest, thick tree trunk thighs, and broad shoulders ? a true blue
collar man?s man.  But his most striking feature is his package.  My dad is
hung huge, and always shows a visible outline of his long fat cock with the
outline of his big bulbous cockhead stretching down the left thigh of his
jeans. He works in a factory and his jeans always wear out in his crotch
and down the left thigh where his huge cock rubs against his work bench all
day making the threads of his jeans wear; making the outline of his huge
cock even more eye catching.  My mom would often have to patch his jeans in
the crotch because they wore out so fast from the constant rubbing against
his workbench in the factory.  Everyone knew my dad was hung, and was a bit
of a family joke.  Because of his outgoing personality, muscle, good looks,
and bulge he was very popular.
       My mom was a stay at home mom until I got to high school.  Dad
worked hard long hours in the factory which helped keep him muscular.  He
was a strict disciplinarian and as a kid we were at odds a lot.  I think
there were many reasons for this; I was not the football player like he was
in high school.  I was not popular.  I was not muscular.  Instead I was
skinny.  A band geek.  Not into sports.  I stood in contrast to my muscular
dad.  I always felt he was disappointed in me.
       Though we did not get along growing up, I was always amazed by his
body and the huge bulge he constantly showed.  We had a small house with
only two bedrooms that were separated by the one small bathroom.  In the
summer he was usually working outside and would often be shirtless and I
loved to look at his muscles flex when he worked around the house.  When he
would come in the house dirty, my mom would make him take off his clothes
in the laundry room so he would not track dirt through our small house.
That meant he would walk through the house in just his underwear, and I
would try to position myself so I could soak up his manliness as he walked
through the house on the way to the bathroom to shower.  I would try to
check out his hairy chest, muscles, and of course the outline of his cock
stretching his underwear to the max.
       I was often picked on in high school and called gay and other terms.
After graduation I went to college and graduated with my degree in 4 years.
I landed a good job and had a girlfriend.  Life was pretty good.  I
received a better job offer closer to my parents and my girlfriend so I
decided I would take it.  However, if I was going to move closer to home, I
wanted to do something a little more outside of my comfort zone.  Growing
up my dad had a motorcycle and I would sometimes ride on the back and
thought it was so much fun; so I decided to take a motorcycle safety class
and bought a used Harley.  This seemed to win the respect of my dad so he
too bought a new Harley.  This started a new relationship between my dad
and me.  We would go on day trips on the weekends all over the areas
surrounding our rural home.  We would stop for lunch and would chat and get
to know each other better.  My girlfriend also enjoyed riding on the back
and she and I would take day trips as well.
       My dad and I decided we would take a week long bike trip to a bike
week about a 2 day ride away.  We would stop every 200 miles to get fuel
and take a break.  Of course we would also use the bathroom on our stops
and I would always try to sneak a peak of this huge cock.  Of course I
wanted to see it.  It was huge, and I was curious, but it always seemed the
urinals had dividers between them.
       That evening we checked into a hotel for the night before we hit the
road again.  We got a room with two queen beds and I secretly wished they
only had rooms with one bed left.  We unloaded our bikes and got settled
into the room.  We decided we would shower and then head down to the hotel
bar to get a bite to eat before we settled in for the night.  My dad
showered first, and after his shower we came out with just the towel
wrapped around his waist, and I could not help but stare at the outline of
his massive dick through the towel.  He caught me staring and made a joke
about it always being in the way.  I quickly snapped back to reality, and
knew my face had to be red.  I quickly went to the bathroom to hide and get
my shower.  I got in the bathroom and realized I had a ragging hard-on.  I
knew in the back of my mind I was attacked to my dad, but I rationalized it
by saying I was just curious about the size of his obviously massive dick.
I jumped in the shower and even though I wanted to jerk off, I quickly
washed and tried to get my boner to calm down.  I think out of my
embarrassment I went back to normal and I got dressed and we went to
dinner.
       The restaurant in the hotel was pretty empty and my dad and I were
taking, but it was filled with some awkward silences.  He asked me how
things were going with my girlfriend.  I said they were okay and then he
asked how the sex was.  I could not believe he asked me that question, and
I didn?t know exactly what to say.  I said it was good and he said that it
must be nice.  I wasn?t exactly sure what he meant by that comment.  Then
we started talking about the rest of the trip.  After dinner we walked back
up to our room.  Dad stripped to his underwear and crawled into bed.  I
crawled into my bed with thoughts of my dad?s body and cock running through
my head.

That is the end of the first chapter.  Please let me know your thoughts ? I
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