Date: Wed, 5 Oct 2005 00:46:40 -0700 (PDT)
From: Andrew J <andrewbjo@yahoo.com>
Subject: Straight Boy Love for Dad

Straight Boy Love for Dad

by andrewbjo@yahoo.com


This story is pure fiction. Do not read if you are not 18 or older, or if
gay sex or incest isn't your thing. Otherwise, enjoy!


As soon as I found out Dad was in an accident I was on the next flight
home. My cousin called me from the hospital... he said that dad fell off
the roof at the construction site he works at, broke his arm and a leg but
luckily escaped anything worse. I wanted to be with him right away...
Nothing was more important than dad... not college, not football practice,
and definitely not my girlfriend. Hell the way we're heading I think we'll
be broken up soon anyways.

So, I took the red-eye out of LAX and was home by early morning. Dad was
out of the hospital, and at home. My cousin stayed with him that night,
and helped make him as comfortable as possible. With his right arm
and right leg in casts, he was basically confined to his bed.

Dad lived alone, as he has since I left for college 3 years ago. I am
an only child, and my mom died when I was very young so it was just the
2 of us growing up. He never remarried, in fact I don't remember him ever
even going out on dates with other women. He was the biggest flirt you
could imagine, and was constantly getting hit on by women, but he never
dated. He isn't gay... I know that for sure. I used to sneak into his
bedroom as a child, and spend long hours jerking off to his porn
stash.. Penthouse, Hustler, and Playboy (the articles really are good,
by the way!). I think my mom had set his standards really high so he
could never find someone after her.

At 23, I'm the splitting image of my dad. Dad just turned 40 last year.
We're both 5'10, broad-shouldered & well-defined, thick, dark hair and
grey eyes, and year round tans. We have great bodies, with firm abs,
defined chests and strong, firm legs, and are both avid sports players. I
play football at college. Dad played when he was younger. I bear a strong
resemblance to him... in fact other than being a few years older he could
probably pass as my identical twin. This is probably one of the reasons
I worship him so much...  I think I will look just like him in a few
years and hope I will be just like him.

So, when I arrived at home early in the morning, dad was resting. When
I let myself in I went straight to his bedroom and saw him lying in bed
with his foot elevated in a cast, and his arm in a cast as well.

"Dad..." It was hard to see my dad in this condition, and I had to choke
back my tears.

He opened his eyes, and as soon as he saw me his face brightened. He
looked tired, but his eyes twinkled. "Hey Mikey, good to see you!"

I went over to him and hugged him and gave him a big kiss. "I got here
as soon as I could, dad" was all I could say. He proceeded to tell me
about the  accident, and that basically the doctors told him to get plenty
of rest and stay off his feet for several weeks. I said I could stay
for a few weeks, and would do anything he needed to help him recover.

"I'm glad you're here son, can't tell you how much I appreciate you
coming... I love you."

I spent the rest of the day cleaning the house, fixing dad's meals,
and generally keeping him company. I sat at his bedside and we talked
about college, sports, I told him about my girlfriend and how we were
probably about to break up, and he listened and enjoyed having me
there.

By evening, I was exhausted. I hadn't gotten much sleep on the plane, and
was tired from the day's activities.

"Dad, would it be OK if I slept with you? I don't want to be too far, in
case you need me"

"Sure, Mikey, I'd like that"

"I'm going to have a quick shower first"

After my shower, I towelled off, and went back to dad's room. We were
both extremely comfortable being naked around each other... we were both
very straight, and the idea that it would be anything sexual hadn't
even crossed our minds.

"Can I grab a pair of boxers?"

"Sure, you know where they are." I took a pair from his drawer and put
them on. Sure enough, they were threadbare. all of dad's underwear was.

I sat down beside dad on his bed. I was still distraught at seeing him
in 2 casts, realizing it could have been much much worse.

"Dad, I love you... I'm so sorry this happened to you"

"I love you too, son" dad was dozing, It was nice to be here
with him. Frankly, I don't understand fathers & sons who don't express
their emotions to each other. I cant imagine telling my dad how
much I love him, especially at a time like this.

I looked down at dad, and noticed how much he looked like me. He
had the same eyes, nose and square jaw. His wavy brown hair
was still very thick, and looked just like mine. It occured to me
that underneath the bedsheet he was probably naked, as that's how
he slept. THe sheet covered him from his lower waist down, his
abs and well-defined chest reminded me of my own. even our hair
patterns were similar.

I bent down and kissed him on the cheek. He put his hand on my
head and brought it down to his chest. I lay there with my head on
his chest as he dozed. I could hear his heartbeat, and my mind
started wandering to my childhood, and all the wonderful memories
I had with him. He was all I had in the world. When  I was young,
we were very poor. He would still try to buy me nice things so I wouldn't
feel left out. He bought me a hockey stick when I was 7 so I could
play with my friends. As I grew older, he was always there for
me... I knew going to college was a huge financial burden to him
but he wanted me to go, and helped me out as much as he could.

I couldn't think of anyone I loved more at that moment. His hand
was on my back, and I felt very safe and comfortable in this position.
It was ecstacy.

I was listening to dad's breathing, and dozing a little myself.
At one point i opened my eyes, and was looking at dad's beautiful abs
and beyond I noticed that dad was tenting out the bedsheet. Dad
was getting hard!

I wasn't sexually aroused at all, but more out of curiosty than
anything else (it's really hard to explain!) I put my hand out
and lowered the bedsheet. I had seen my dad naked plenty of times
but never with a hard-on.

Wow. His dick was huge. It was long and thick, just like mine, and
pointed upwards and slightly to the left (Just like mine!). I could
see it pulsing at the same pulse as his heartbeat.

"Sorry, Mikey, no offence. I haven't relieved myself in days" dad said, a
bit awkwardly.

Embarassed, I stumbled for words "No probs, dad, I, uh, was just
.... uh..."

He laughed lighly and ruffled my hair. "Go to sleep".

I started to move away, but then decided to stay where I was. Dad
continued slowly running his fingers through my hair as he dozed.
I settled with my head on his abs, just staring at his exposed cock.

What happened next is hard to explain. I wasn't sexually aroused
at all, if anything I felt extremely happy, and emotionally in a
good space. Dad was had his hand on my head, and I was watching dad's
cock throb a few inches from my face. I noticed a slight oozing of
precum from his cock-slit onto his lower abs. It was mesmerizing.
I wanted so badly to show dad how much I loved him for everything
he'd done for me, and how much I wanted to be there for him...

I cautiously opened my mouth, and, using my tongue, licked the head
of my dad's cock. My dad responded by exhaling and, even though I didn't
see it, knew he had a slight smile through his exhale. It occurred to me
that this was the cock that a long time ago created me. It occured to me
he was the man in the world i loved the most.

I took the first few inches of his cock in my mouth, and held it there,
neither of us moving much. It felt funny at first. I could tell that dad,
even though he was dozing, was enjoying it. THis fact really excited me.
I so wanted to show him how much I loved him.

With the slowest of motions, I started moving my head up and down and
gave him head. He never moved at all, but seemed to start relaxing
into it. His hand continued to caress my head and back. I never
imagined I would ever be doing this, and I didn't want to even think
of what it meant. I just knew then that it seemed right.

I covered my teeth with my lips so I wouldnt hurt him. As I gave
my father head, I lapped at the bottom of his shaft with my tongue. I
raised my head and tried to take his entire shaft into my mouth, but
choked (hey, this was my first time!). I reached down to his balls
and held them in my hand. They were remarkably smooth, as was the
area underneath his balls.

I came to a sudden realization that this was probably the first
head he'd had since my mom died. He'd never dated, and had told me
he didn't really act on his sexual urges. All he'd had these past
23 years was his stash of porn magazines and himself. This made
me feel like he'd given up so much of himself to raise me... I so
badly wanted to repay him for everything he'd given me.

I wanted this to be the best it could be for him... and I sucked
and licked my fathers dick with all I had. I was an amateur, but
gave it my best. After a few minutes, his body was coated with
a thin sheen of sweat. His balls started tightening (just as mine
do when I am about to cum), and then, all of a sudden, he stops
breathing, tightens up, and shoots wad after wad of semen. Seven
shots. Straight into my mouth. I swallow greedily, feeling love
like never before. I am in total ecstacy. When he's done, I still
held his cock in my mouth, wanting this moment to never end.

I wish it could have been better for him... I wish I knew what I was
doing... I wish I even knew what I felt at that moment. I felt love,
I felt happiness, I didn't feel aroused, but would do it again in
a heartbeat if he asked me to.

With his strong, free arm he drew me up and close to him. He looked
at me and smiled, and I took hold of his hand. "Thanks, dad. I love
you".

"I love you too, son"