Date: Wed, 26 Sep 2012 07:10:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: Hot for Dads <hotfordads@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Mate and His Dad, Part 9 (gay/incest)

My Mate and His Dad

This is FICTION and not intended to encourage or condone any similar
real-world activities. Don't read it if you're not old enough, if m/m
stories offend you, or if you don't want to know about a son and a friend
getting to know each other and their fathers in every way. On the other
hand, if that's what you're looking for, let the story continue...


PART 9

"Are you okay?" Rufus asked, coming up behind me where I still stood frozen
in the front doorway of Trevor's house. Rufus placed his arms around me and
rested his chin on my shoulder, but I tore myself from his grasp and turned
on him.

"Okay? Okay? Of course, I'm not fucking okay. My dad came here to have sex
with strangers and ran for his life when he saw I was one of them."

"Calm down, Gun," Trevor said, walking into view behind Rufus.

"Don't tell me to calm down. This is all your fault!"

"How do you figure that?" Trevor asked defensively.

"You arranged it. Fuck, Rufus, he arranged it. I'll bet he knew all
along. Who arranges sex with a guy without ever seeing his face?"

"A guy who's horny and just wants to have sex," Trevor said
defensively. "Besides, your dad didn't seem too particular himself!"

I lunged at Trevor, but Rufus grabbed me. "Gunther! Calm down. You know
Trevor didn't set you up. Why would he?"

"He's the one who wanted to have sex before Dad got here. He knew there
wasn't going to be anything happening afterwards."

"Oh, come on," Rufus objected. "Trevor wants to have sex all the time and
with anyone who's game."

"Thanks a lot," Trevor said with mock indignation.

"You know it's true," Rufus laughed.

"Okay, that is true," Trevor conceded. "But I swear I didn't know he was
your dad, Gun. If I had, I would have kept him to myself."

"What's that supposed to me?" I flared up again.

"It means I've had enough of this," Trevor said. "You can show yourselves
out," he called over his shoulder as he headed back down the hallway to the
drawing room.

"Come on," Rufus said as he pulled his t-shirt over his head. "Let's get
you home."

Without another word, I pulled my own t-shirt on and followed Rufus out to
his car.

*****

I was surprised to see Dad's car in front of our house. I don't know where
I thought he would go, but I guess I didn't think this would be it.

"Do you want me to come in with you?" Rufus asked, as he turned off his
car.

"If you want to," I said flatly.

"Of course I want to. I'm here for you," Rufus said. He leaned over, took
my face in his hands, and gave me a gentle kiss. "I love you, no matter
what happens in there."

*****

The house was dead silent when Rufus and I entered. No one in the sitting
room. No one in the kitchen.

"I'll wait down here," Rufus said as I started to climb the stairs.

"Thanks."

At the top of the stairs, I headed for my parents' bedroom, but no one was
there. I checked the bathroom. Again, no one was there. There was only one
other room left. Mine, and the door was closed. I never closed the door
when I went out. I walked up to the door, quietly turned the knob, and
slowly pushed the door open.

My dad was sitting on my bed with his head bowed. He was holding his
glasses in one hand and a picture of my parents and me in the other. I
walked across the room and stood in front of him. Even with his poor
eyesight, he had to have seen my feet, but he didn't look up.

"Dad?"

There was a long pause before he finally said softly, "You must be
completely disgusted by me."

I fell to my knees and put my hands on Dad's knees, but he jerked his knees
to the side as if I'd burned him. I let my hands drop to my sides before
saying, "I could never be disgusted by you. And I never meant to disgust
you either."

"What?" Dad finally looked up at me and put on his glasses.

"I saw your face at Trevor's. I know what you think of me, and I'm sorry I
disappointed you."

"Oh, Gunther, don't ever think that. You could never disappoint me." Dad
put the picture on the bed and started to reach out to touch my face, but
he suddenly pulled back. He stopped looking at me, and then he quickly
stood up and headed toward the door. He walked slowly, as if the weight of
the world was on his shoulders. I quickly got to my feet and crossed the
room to cut off his retreat.

"Talk to me, Dad. Please."

"I don't know what you want me to say."

"What were you doing at Trevor's?"

"Please."

"Do you like fucking young guys?"

"God, Gunther, don't."

"You've never done this before?"

"No, no, I've never done this before," Dad said desperately. "You have to
believe me."

"I do," I said after a brief pause. "Then why?"

"Please don't make me," Dad sobbed as he collapsed to his knees.

I knelt in front of Dad and finally began putting the pieces
together. "Trevor invited me and Rufus to join you because he said you
specifically wanted blonds. Oh, Dad, do you...?"

"Can't we just forget this ever happened?" Dad begged.

"No, Dad, I think we need to get this out in the open. Did you want a blond
so you could pretend you were fucking me?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Dad yelled. "Are you satisfied? I'm sick. All I've been
able to think about for weeks is how much I wanted to have sex with my own
son!"

I reached out to touch him, but he recoiled and crawled back across the
room toward the bed. I stayed where I was and asked, "But why now? You've
never hinted at anything like this before. You and Mom..."

"I love your mother. I always have. I always will. Oh god, you won't tell
her, will you?" he asked in a panic.

"No, I won't tell her. But I still need to know why. Why now? Why me?"

"Because I love you so much," he sniffled, "And because I was so jealous of
Rufus."

"Rufus?"

"I know about you two. Your mother and I both do. We've seen it in your
eyes for years. You're inseparable."

"But...?"

"And we don't care, Gunther," he continued. "We are both just happy that
you're happy."

"I still don't..."

"I heard you two, a few weeks ago..."

"What do you mean? Heard?"

"You know," Dad suddenly sobbed again. "Please don't make me spell it out."

"Having sex? You heard Rufus and me having sex?"

"Yes, you thought I was downstairs watching TV, but I came up to use the
toilet and overheard you. And ever since then, all I've been able to think
about is you and Rufus having sex and it just makes me so fucking
randy. Oh, Gunther," he looked at me in shock. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have
said..." He buried his face in his hands without taking off his glasses.

I crawled across the room to kneel in front of him again. "So you went
online and found Trevor, thinking that if you had sex with someone who
looked like me, you could put me out of your mind."

"Yes," Dad said and looked up at me. "I swear. I never wanted you to know
what I was feeling. Not that part, anyway."

"I'm glad I do. Now I can tell you that I feel the same way about you."

"What?"

"Ever since I've been having sex with Rufus, I've been driven crazy by the
thought of what it would be like to get fucked by you?"

"Gunther!" Dad said in shock and confusion.

I stared through Dad's glasses and into his blue eyes for a moment, and
then I leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. I'd kissed my dad a
million times before, but this was different. This time, it was
passionate. At least it was from my side.

I thought for a moment that I'd made a fatal error, because Dad didn't
respond to the initial joining of our lips, but then he murmured, "Oh,
Gunther." He quickly grabbed my face in his hands, and the kiss became
passionate from his side as well.

An amazing shiver went up and down my spine the first time I parted my lips
and felt the touch of my Dad's tongue against mine. I quickly grabbed his
face with my hands cupped under his ears and pressed forward urgently to
explore his mouth. I ran my tongue over his bottom teeth before fencing
with his tongue and then moving on to his top teeth. I ran my tongue around
his gums and savored the taste of his saliva on my tongue.

My breathing was heavy and out of control when I finally pulled away from
Dad. I started to laugh when he just stayed there with his mouth open and a
look of confusion on his face. However, I forced myself to stop laughing
when I saw his mouth begin to close and a look of hurt start to enter his
eyes. He thought I was making fun of him!

"I love you, Dad," I said softly, and then I leaned forward to take off his
glasses and lick the residue of his tears from his cheeks. It was slightly
salty, and following so quickly on my exploration of his mouth, the
sensation suddenly created a desire for me to taste every inch and flavor
of my dad.

I tossed his glasses on my bed and pushed him over on his back on the
floor. Tearing off my t-shirt, I climbed on top of him to straddle his
hips. As I went to work unbuttoning his shirt, I leaned in for a quick kiss
before moving on to his other tear-stained cheek. I savored the flavor of
his tears again as I finished opening his shirt to expose his furry chest.

The feel of his hairy chest against my smooth chest was intoxicating as I
leaned in closer and moved from licking his cheek to licking his earlobe. A
quick nibble on the lobe was not enough. I wanted the whole thing. I
quickly ran my tongue all around every outer crevice of Dad's ear, and then
I dug deeper. I licked the smooth area and then pressed my tongue into the
center. I had Dad's entire ear in my mouth at this point, and I continued
to explore.

"Oh, Gunther, I love you," Dad sighed, and then I finally felt his arms
around me and clutching me to him.

I released his ear and trailed my tongue down to his throat. I alternated
broad swipes of my tongue across his skin with gently biting his throat
with my lips over my teeth. I wanted to devour him. I wanted to be one with
him. I dragged my tongue across his Adam's apple and over to the other side
of his throat.

The beginning of a five o'clock shadow prickled against my tongue and
grazed across my forehead and cheek, sending more thrilled sensations
throughout my nervous system. As I began my assault on his other ear, I
could feel him beginning to explore my exposed back and sides with his firm
hands. I could also feel his cock pressing into me.

I quickly grabbed Dad's shirt and tried to force it back off his
shoulders. He took the hint, releasing his hold on me and lifting his body
so I could work the shirt down behind him.

"Cuffs," he murmured.

"What?" I asked, sitting up quickly and looking at him with surprise.

"The cuffs. Unbutton the cuffs."

"I thought you meant some other cuffs," I laughed as I quickly unbuttoned
one cuff and then the other.

Once his arms were free of his shirt, he embraced me and tried to pull me
close again, but I had other ideas. I quickly reached behind me to grab his
wrists and press them outstretched to the floor.

I leaned in and nuzzled his exposed right armpit. The feel of his hair on
my skin was brilliant, and the musky aroma was delicious. I quickly stuck
out my tongue to bathe every inch of his pit, slicking down all of the
hair.

"Oh, son, that feels...mmmmm."

I released his right wrist and placed my hand under his arm to lift it up
into the air. Sitting up as I went, I licked his arm from the pit to the
elbow, concentrating on the crook of his arm at the elbow. I gently bit on
the skin before continuing to lick along his forearm. When I reached the
wrist, I kissed it repeatedly, ending with a soft nip. I licked the palm of
his hand, and when it was coated in my own saliva, I wiped it all over my
face, enjoying the sensation of his wet skin against mine.

As his palm cupped my chin, I forced his index finger into my mouth. I
swirled my tongue around the finger and sucked it all the way down to the
joint where it connected to his palm. I then moved on, repeating the
process on every single finger until I reached his pinky. After that, I
finally moved back and took his thumb into my mouth. I sucked on it,
wrapped my tongue around it, and bobbed back and forth on it.

"Oh, fuck, son, that feels-- Don't stop!"

But I wasn't stopping; I was just changing sides. I pressed his right wrist
back to the floor and moved over to repeat the entire process on his left
side, beginning with his hairy armpit and progressing up his arm to his
elbow and his wrist and his fingers. When I finally began sucking on his
thumb, I began grinding my hard cock against his own hard cock, matching
the slow grinding rhythm with the slow sucking rhythm.

"Gunther, I'm gonna cum!" he moaned.

I quickly pulled his thumb out of my mouth and said, "Not yet, you're not."

"You've got me so hot. I want it so bad. I want to cum because of you."

"And you will. Just not yet," I repeated as I climbed off of him.

"Where are you going?" he asked with obvious disappointment.

"Just watch," I said with a smile.

I stood between Dad's legs and began to slowly unfasten my jeans. I pushed
them to the ground and stood up straight again, so Dad could see my cock
straining against my underwear. I turned around so my ass was facing Dad,
and then I bent over to pull down my underwear. I stepped out of them one
leg at a time, so Dad could get a glimpse of my asshole with each raised
leg.

"Don't you dare," I said, as I saw between my legs that Dad was beginning
to undo his trousers. Dad's hands froze, and I turned around to face him
with my hard cock proudly on display.

"You are so beautiful," Dad whispered.

"So are you," I said, kneeling down and straddling his thighs again. I
leaned in to lick his erect nipples, one after the other.

"Mmmmm," Dad sighed.

While I sucked on his nipples, I also reached down between our crotches to
unfasten his trousers. I almost laughed when I could feel him lifting his
hips to let me pull down his trousers.

"Not yet. Just relax," I said, and continued to lick his chest and the
treasure trail running down across this stomach. I was cataloging every
inch and flavor of his body. And he was feeling mine as well, beginning
with running his hands along my arms, up my neck, over my ears, and then
tousling my blond hair that had been so much a part of his fantasy.

When I reached his bellybutton and began to explore it with my tongue, I
gave a gentle tug on his trousers to signal it was time for him to raise
his hips. He raised them, and I pulled the trousers down over his hips. I
scooted back on the floor, and Dad bent his legs at the knees to bring them
up between us and allow me to remove the trousers more easily. With the
trousers disposed of, I pressed Dad's legs wide open and dove forward to
bury my face in the crotch of his underwear. Boxers.

I nuzzled against his balls, which were hanging down, and I inhaled the
musky scent. I couldn't help saying, "I love how you smell, Dad!" But I
quickly got back to business and used my nose to trace along the outline of
his cock through his boxers. When I got to the tip, I opened my mouth and
then clamped my lips around the boxer-covered shaft of his had cock before
sliding my mouth along the length of his cock to get back to the base. I
slid back to the tip and then back to the base, dragging my tongue across
the ridge. Dad's hands continued to play with my blond hair.

"You're making my dick feel so good son. I'm gonna cum," he warned.

"Not just yet," I repeated, sitting back on my heels. I grabbed the sides
of his boxers and began tugging at them. He obediently lifted his hips, and
when I pulled the boxers down enough to free his cock, it slapped back hard
against his stomach, forcing a groan from his throat. I never knew until
that moment that my dad was uncut. What a fucking great surprise!

"Don't you dare," I said when I saw him reach toward his cock. He stopped
and stretched his arms out to the side. He also bent his knees again to
allow me to remove the boxers completely. Once the boxers were off, I
forced him to keep his knees bent, but I pushed them to the side, which
opened them up in a diamond shape with his feet together near his ass.

"I don't think you need these," I said, as I began to work the sock off of
his right foot. After his foot was free of the sock, I reflexively licked
the sole of his foot from heel to toe, and he broke out laughing.

"Ticklish!" he laughed and tried to pull his foot away.

However, I kept a firm grasp on his foot and began licking each of his
toes. He continued to laugh and squirm until I got to the big toe, and when
I began sucking on that one, he went completely calm and let out another
moan.

"Wow, son, I've never...mmmm. Oh yeah."

I released his toe and placed his right foot back on the ground. I then
picked up his left foot and repeated the process. However, after the
experience with his right big toe, he was so turned on that even licking
the sole of his left foot created a drawn-out sigh instead of another fit
of laughter. I was kind of disappointed in that, but I continued, until I
was sucking furiously on his left big toe.

"Please, son, please," he begged, and I knew exactly what he wanted.

I released his left big toe and placed his foot on the floor, so his two
feet were pressed together sole to sole and his legs were spread akimbo. I
leaned forward and again nestled my nose against his hairy ballsac, with
one ball on either side of my nose.

I began to trace a figure eight around his balls with the tip of my
nose. As I did so, I looked up at his cock, and could see it flexing and
bounding against his stomach. I could also see that Dad was exploring his
stomach and chest with his hands but was still staying clear of his
dick. Without warning, I opened my mouth and sucked in his right ball

"Oh fuck," Dad whispered.

I ran my tongue around the ball, getting the hair good and wet and all
slicked down. I then switched and sucked in the left ball, getting it
slicked down as well. And then I opened my mouth as wide as I could and
sucked in both balls at once. It was a tight fit, but it felt amazing. I
closed my mouth, and as I continued to lick around the balls, I began
gently tugging on them by moving my head back and forth.

"Oh, son, careful there."

I released his balls from my mouth and began to massage them between my
hands.

"That feels good, son."

"I think so too."

"Wait, what?" Dad asked in surprise as I released his balls and pressed on
his thighs to lift his legs into the air. His feet automatically swung out
to the side, and I had perfect access to his hairy ass. I leaned in and
inhaled deeply. The scent was both musky and soapy.

"Mmmm, smells like you cleaned up for this afternoon."

"Yes," Dad said sheepishly.

"Good," I said and then leaned in to run my tongue around his asshole.

"Gunther, you don't have to...Oh god."

I looked up quickly and said, "Have to? I want to!" before I leaned back in
for a direct attack on his hole. I pressed forward and finally got the tip
of my tongue past the entrance. Forcing forward as much as possible, I
began to fuck him with my tongue while my hands ran back and forth
exploring his thighs.

"I'm sorry, Gunther," he yelled, "I can't hold on. I'm gonna cum. Oh, son,
I'm gonna cum for you."

I knew from the sound of his voice that there was no more holding him
back. I lifted my head and pressed his thighs to the floor. I then pulled
his foreskin back with my left hand before firmly grasping his cock shaft
in my right hand and moving my left hand down to play with his balls.

I barely had a chance to pump his hard uncut cock two times before he
yelled, "Oh god, Gunther. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna CUM."

I quickly dove forward and swallowed the tip of Dad's cock into my mouth.

"No, Gunther, you don't have to... Oh fuck, Gunther, I'm CUMMING. SWALLOW,
SON. SWALLOW MY CUM!" he screamed as he grabbed my head in his hands.

I could feel Dad thrusting his cock up through my fist and deeper into my
mouth, before my tonsils suddenly began to be coated with load after load
of his hot cum. With every thrust of his hips and cock, he added more cum
to my mouth, and my tongue was working frantically to savor it all. This
was the final taste sensation that I needed in order to complete the
exploration of my Dad's body, and it was the best. Hot and thick. Sweet and
salty. All mine.

"Oh, Gunther, I'm so sorry," Dad said, as I felt his body relaxing under
me.

I slowly pulled his dick out of my mouth, swallowed what cum still remained
in my mouth, and began lapping all around Dad's dick to discover any cum
I'd missed. When I was completely satisfied that I had it all, I looked up
and grinned at Dad.

"The only reason for you to be sorry, Dad, is that I haven't cum yet."

Dad looked relieved. "Are you sure, son? This isn't going to...?"

"You'd better be ready to say, 'This isn't going to be a one off,'" I
warned. "Because I've dreamed about having sex with you for so long that
this better be just the beginning."

I moved forward and stretched my body out on top of my Dad and again felt
the warmth of his furry chest again my smooth chest. I let out a sigh and
kissed him on the lips again. He opened his mouth to admit my tongue.

"Mmmmm," he said when we finished kissing, "I always have liked the taste
of my own cum."

"Well, get used to it coming from my mouth then," I said, "because I plan
on swallowing a lot more of it myself," and we both laughed.

"Oh my god," Dad said with a sudden shocked expression on his face.

"What?" I said, panicked by his expression.

"What about Rufus? Oh, Gunther, I'm so sorry," Dad said, and I could tell
he was on the verge of crying again.

"Don't worry. This won't change anything between Rufus and me."

"Gunther, you don't know," Dad continued in his worried tone. "This isn't
something--"

"Rufus!" I yelled.

"Shhhh, Gunther. That's not funny."

And that was all the time that passed before Rufus appeared in the doorway
to my bedroom.

"You rang?" Rufus asked with a grin.

Dad panicked. He grabbed his glasses from my bed and put them on before he
dove for his clothes that were scattered around the room.

"Dad thinks you might have a problem with him and me having sex."

"Gunther!" yelled Dad as he tried to pull on his boxers over his slightly
softer but still hard cock.

"Well, Rufus, do you have a problem with that?" I persisted.

"Gunther, please," begged Dad as he tried to pull on his trousers but
tripped and fell flat on the floor at Rufus's feet instead.

"Only if I don't get to join in occasionally, Mr. Konrad," Rufus said with
a grin down at my dad. "I like a man in glasses."

Dad looked up at Rufus, back over to my nude self and my obvious hardon,
and then back up at Rufus, who decided at that moment to grab his crotch
suggestively.

"Well, Dad?"

Dad grinned, dropped his trousers, crawled back across the room to me, and
swallowed my hard cock in one swift motion.

"I guess that answers that," Rufus said, as he entered the room, closed the
door, and started to remove his clothes.


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