Date: Sun, 3 Jul 2011 17:31:08 -0400
From: Josh Halaka <josh.halaka@gmail.com>
Subject: Seducing My Father 4

--I know, I know. It's been over a year. I'm a terrible person for leaving
you horny fuckers hanging. Anyway, I'm going to try to get back on a
regular weekly/bi-monthly schedule, so hopefully you'll stick
around. There's lots of good stuff to come. Usual disclaimers apply, you
probably shouldn't be reading this.--

After that night (yes, *that* night. Is there really any other way to
describe the night when you gave a to your father?), the over-the-towel
play became a regular occurrence. Mom would pass out early, and my father
would immediately hop into the shower. I would patiently wait on the couch
for him to come and sit next to me, barely concealed in the towel wrapped
around his waist.

"Please?" It was always somewhere between a sigh and a groan. "Please
buddy?"

It was very important to me that he asked for it. After such a long, drawn
out game of cat and mouse, I reveled in the nightly reminder that he needed
me. That even my inexperienced, 14 year old hand on his cock was better
than anything else in his quickly dissolving life. His desperation and need
was heady and thick, and I reveled in it.

One night, after another dramatic fight with my mother, he flopped down on
the couch and looked at me strangely. His eyes were wide and sad.

"Please baby?" Baby? That was new. I reached over and felt his thickening
shaft. He was hard almost instantly, head rolling back with unfocused
eyes. "I need you so much baby. Your hand is the only thing I think about
all day. It's the only thing that keeps me coming back to this house." I
wondered if mom fell for his clumsy lines, half spoken and half moaned from
between wet lips. Was his desperation and dependence what attracted her to
him in the first place? The feeling of control was intoxicating, even for a
14 year old who was only beginning to understand the power that sex had.

My father grabbed my hand and raised it off. He stripped away the towel,
and I was finally able to see his naked, throbbing dick. Skin a darker
shade than the rest of him, the head red and flared. Precum dotting his
bush with moisture. It was beautiful, and everything I had imagined it
would be.

He wove his fingers through my hair. I looked up at him, and could see the
plea in his eyes. I didn't wait for him to ask; I couldn't have even if I
had wanted to. His dick was hotter than I had imagined. And softer. Like a
metal rod wrapped in silk. On fire.

When I squeezed, I tore a groan from his lips. It didn't take long for him
to start pushing up into my hand. His body shook violently as he came. The
first shot hit him under his chin, the rest dribbling out and running down
my hand. When he had recovered enough to look at me, I raised my fingers to
my mouth and licked his cum off my hand. His eyes went wild for a moment
and he roughly pushed me back onto the couch. He ripped my briefs off and
sprawled on top of me, cock to cock. He was still hard.

"You're so fucking sexy," he growled into my ear. The feeling of his
still-hard cock against my own was enough to send me over the edge. I came,
gasping and clutching at his biceps, my legs raising around his waist of
their own accord. He growled again. His dick was slick with our cum and it
was sliding along the crack of my ass. "Fu-uuck," he shuddered and came
again, falling on top of me.

The feeling of him on top of me was crushing. Literally. I could barely
breathe underneath him and I began to panic; if he fell asleep on top of me
I would surely die. He finally pushed himself up and looked at me through
half-asleep eyes. "Thanks buddy. I love you." I smiled and got up off the
couch. By the time I had retrieved my underwear from across the room, he
was snoring.

Over the next few weeks, my father was a man possessed. It seemed like
every time I turned around, he was there. I'd be standing at the kitchen
sink and feel him come up behind me and press himself against me. He'd turn
me around and yank open his fly.

"Please?" How polite.

I jerked him off in every room of the house at nearly every possible
opportunity. Even when my mother was awake and sober. My father didn't seem
to care if we got caught; he just wanted my hands on him. Even at 14 I knew
we were playing a dangerous game, but if he didn't care then neither did I.

Things changed the night of my father's birthday. The guys he worked with
had taken him out to celebrate, and my mom had gone out for the night. I
had almost finished my Freshman year and my parents didn't think much of
leaving me at home alone. I had stayed up late playing video games and had
fallen asleep, controller in hand, on the living room floor.

I didn't hear my father come in, but awoke when I felt him covering my body
with his. His breath was hot in my ear and I could feel his hard dick
pressing into my thigh through my shorts.

"I harsh interesting conversation with John tonight, buddy," he slurred
into my ear. "He said you suck cock better than any little bitch he's had
before. Why've you been holding out on me?" There was an edge to his
drunken slur that made my heart pound. Was he pissed? Would he hurt me? Was
he going to ask me to suck him off? I didn't have to wait long for an
answer. He flipped me onto my back roughly and crawled up my body. He had
his pants undone and his cock out, red and angry looking against the fabric
of his boxers.

He grabbed my hair and dragged my mouth to his dick, grunting "open up,
buddy," before roughly pushing into my mouth. It was over almost before it
began, the first thrust down my throat causing him to spasm and dump his
load. When he pulled out, I gagged and sputtered around the retreating
flesh.

"OhmygodbabyI'msosorry" The apology slipped out in one breath; the
post-orgasm guilt slamming into him hard. He pulled back from me
immediately, retreating to the couch. He was wide-eyed, eyes misting as he
looked at me wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.

I was pissed. Not because he had made me suck his dick (that should have
been obvious), but because he didn't let me savor it. When he came he was
already down my throat and I didn't even get the chance to taste
him. Nonetheless, I pulled myself up from the floor and crawled into his
lap.

"It's okay dad. I know you needed it." I wrapped my arms around him and
laid my head on his shoulder. "You know I'd do anything to make you happy."
He sniffed, and tried to subtly wipe his nose on my tee shirt. Cute.

For a minute he didn't move, he just let me hold him. He gently pulled my
head off his shoulder and grabbed my chin. His gaze bored into me, the
guilt and apology present in the crease of his brow. I smiled my
forgiveness and he leaned in to kiss me. It was chaste at first, lips
lightly touching and his tongue tentatively poking out to taste my
mouth. When I felt his tongue, I moaned, breathless and needy. He pushed me
back onto the couch, my legs rising around his waist and locking at the
ankles. He kissed me deeply, hungrily, possessively. He was hard again, his
naked dick worrying a hole in my shorts. As he ground into me, his kisses
became more fervent. He was sweating, our naked chests hot with the
friction of his humping.

"Need you," he murmured in my ear as he pulled my shorts off. "Want to
taste you." His hands were everywhere, active for the first time in our
fooling around. I felt engulfed by him, as though somehow he was touching
every part of my body at once. My nerves screamed for more contact, for
release, for anything other than the inadvertant torture his explorations
were causing. My father pulled away from my mouth and looked at me with
pride. "Getting strong, buddy. So fucking sexy."

When his lips touched my neck, I came. I may have blacked out for a minute
becuase the next thing I was aware of was my father licking my softening
dick and making the same sounds he made when eating steak. I was hard again
instantly, and he didn't tease. He was clumsy, his teeth scraping my head
on every other swipe. But my father was sucking my dick. I came again in
minutes, gasping, vaguely aware of my father's groans as he came with
me. Blissed out and exhausted, I fell asleep almost immediately.

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