Date: Thu, 13 Oct 2005 16:53:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: Andrew J <andrewbjo@yahoo.com>
Subject: Straight Boy love for dad - Part 2

***** 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!



It was very easy to fall asleep in my father's arms that night. He put his
left arm, the one that wasn't in a cast, around me and we fell asleep.
Despite what he had just been through with the accident, and the fact that
his sleep was intermittent and uncomfortable, as he couldn't move around
much, he seemed very happy and content. I'd never seen him quite that happy
before, and I've never felt quite so close to him.

So we fell asleep that night, snuggled close, him stunningly naked, his
cock covered with my saliva & remnants of his cum, and me in a pair of his
old boxer shorts. Even though he was the only one that had cum, I felt an
intense sense of satisfaction knowing I had given him an orgasm, more
intense in fact than if I had come myself.

He woke up in the middle of the night to change positions. He still wasn't
used to the fact that he had casts on, so it was a bit awkward.

"you OK, dad?"

"Yeah, Mikey. just a bit sore. Could you get me my pills?"

"Sure thing" I went and got him his medication, which was to help alleviate
his pain. I also helped him readjust his position so he would be more
comfortable. He took his pills, and after a while they took effect, and he
started relaxing.

With my left hand I started massaging his chest. "Does this feel OK?"

He looked at me and nodded, smiling shyly.

"Here, let me give you a bit of a chest massage, dad" I said, and sat
beside him on the bed. Using both hands, I drew small circles on his
chest. Now, my dad worked in construction, and had a very well developed
upper body. His pecs were very large. I had always been envious of my dad's
build, even though my body was muscle-toned myself. His pecs were naturally
smooth, with no hair on it at all, while his abs had a bit of fur on them
and a beautiful dark treasure trail. His nipples were very large and stood
out, topping on his pecs very beautifully.

I started looking at my dad differently... he was my dad of course, but now
he also had a _body_. A physical body, that I saw right then as stunningly
beautiful. he lay naked in front of me, and my fingers were roaming over
his large, sculpted pecs. I was afraid to touch his nipples even though
they begged to be touched. His skin was developing goosebumps, as my
touching was getting lighter and lighter. It could barely be called a
massage at this point. It reminded me of sensuous foreplay, the kind they
do in movies. The kind my girlfriend would have liked if I had done on her,
but refused to. She used to beg me to fondle her breasts, but I never
wanted to, definitely not in this way.

This was different. I was finding Dad powerfully attractive. This might
sound strange, but I wasn't sexually excited... I felt drawn at a more
primal level. My dick wasn't hard at all, but the sensation in my loins and
abdominal area was unbearably pleasurable.

"Oh Mikey, that feels so good" my dad said in a low, husky voice. His eyes
were closed and his face was slightly strained.

"Just relax, dad". I just went with the flow and my fingers soon found
their way to his nipples. Dad shivered at first contact. For me, it was
like electric jolt. His nipples were hot. They felt so tender in their
warmth, and yet so masculine in their hardness. I drew the smallest circles
around the tips. Dad's mouth was opened slightly, and I could feel his
tense pleasure. My mouth was salivating intensely, and I had to swallow to
not drool everywhere. My hands made their way down his chest to his
abs. His abdomen was beautiful had a defined six-pack, and framed by the
subtle ridges of his lower ribs underneath his skin. His dark treasure
trail bisected his abs perfectly, and the hair felt amazingly soft. I kept
my touch light as ever, and I felt like I was exploring someone's body for
the very first time. My fingers were on fire and the touch of his body sent
jolts of current into my body.

my fingers found his belly button and trim waist. My dad was moaning
now. It hadn't occurred to me to look up to this point, but I looked down
and noticed that at the end of his treasure trail, beyond his pubic bush,
he was fully erect, and from the looks of the pool of pre-cum drizzling out
of his cockhead, he'd been that way for quite a while. This seemed odd to
me, because I didn't feel turned on that way... it didn't even feel like a
sexual experience as I'd known them, it was something far more primal, and
far more pleasurable.

I couldn't help but admire dad's cock. I always had admired its size and
girth, and how it stuck out completely straight, and was the perfect color,
framed against his dark hair. It seemed to shine tonight. And was slowly
pulsating. I wish my cock looked that beautiful.

I was beginning to get confused by what was going on, and needed a
break. "Dad, I'm going to the kitchen to get a glass of water" I said, and
got up.

"Sure, son." He said and smiled at me.

I went to the kitchen, drank a glass of water, took a deep breath, and
thought about what was going on. The idea of my sexuality being anything
other than straight wasn't in question at all. I knew for definite sure I
was straight. Even at that moment, the idea of a woman gave me a stirring
that no man could. I wasn't confused of my dad's sexuality either... he was
as straight as I was, if not more so. Even if I had found out he was gay, I
wouldn't have a problem with it. Or with myself being gay for that
matter. I had several friends and relatives who were gay, and I was very
comfortable, and loving of them, as they were of me. What bothered me was
not knowing where this was going or what to make of it.

So, I decided that there was only one way to find out. I was enjoying
myself intensely, and so was dad, as was apparent by his physical
reactions. I decided I was going to see where this went, then deal with it,
or not, later on.

Having made up my mind, I opened the liquor cabinet and downed 2 shots of
vodka straight. My throat burned, but my whole attitude and outlook
mellowed out almost immediately.  Thank god for alcohol.

I wobbled back to Dad's bedroom, and smiled at him in an embarrassed
manner.

"You all right, Mikey?" he asked, looking at me quizzically.

"Sure, dad, never better!" I said. "Hey, I just want to say I love you and
that you mean everything in the world to me, OK?"

"Sure, son, I know... and you know I love you too, right?"

"Yep"

"Then get over here" he said and patted the bed beside him. I went and lay
down beside him. He put his arm around me, and I snuggled close to
him. "Now go to sleep"

"Dad, can I ask you something?"

"Anything you want"

The alcohol was hitting me, and I was getting bolder "Do you think I'm...
uh... do you think I'm beautiful?" I blurted out. I hadn't meant to ask
quite that, but having asked, it seemed like a good question.

Dad paused. He concentrated for a second, then said "Mikey, you're the most
beautiful person alive, and always have been to me."

"Really?" I said. The alcohol was definitely working. I smiled back at dad
and, moving my hand to his abs to continue massaging him where I left off,
said "I mean... do you think I'm beautiful physically"

"Physically too, son" he said, drawing me closer to him. "You've always
reminded me of a younger, smarter and more handsome version of myself. I
can't think of anything I'd admire more"

My fingers were tracing their way down his lower abs, his groin and to his
beautiful cock. I believed what my father said. I felt that way of him too,
and it made sense. I caressed his cock slowly, as it bobbed up periodically
to my touch. I moved down to his smooth balls. Feeling dad's balls made my
state of desire for him heighten. The combination of my first time
exploring dad's body and the alcohol were making the surges of pleasure in
my body unbearable.  I felt an imminent emotional explosion building up
within me, akin to an orgasm... but without ejaculating, or for that matter,
without an erection...

I lifted myself up, and put dad's dick in my mouth, where it had just been
a few hours ago. It felt electric, again. He was hard as steel, and his
cock was pulsing. I moved a bit lower, and started licking his balls. They
were silky smooth, and my saliva made them feel silkier and smoother.

Dad was shuddering with pleasure. I continued licking his balls until they
were completely coated with my saliva, not letting up, even though his cock
was doing the He looked down at me, and had a strained but passionate look
on his face.

"Oh son..." my dad said shuddering with pleasure. He touched my face with
his free arm, and holding my chin, brought my face up to his. "Mikey, this
is so new to me."

At face level with dad, my lips were less than inches away from his. I was
holding myself above him... our chests were grazing each others. I could
distinctly feel his 2 nipples against my chest. Our abs were inches away,
and our identical treasure trails were commingling, and I could feel the
heat of his body all the way down to his hard cock, which was pressing into
my boxer-clad midsection. Dad moved his hand down the side of my body from
my shoulder to my waist, and moved to position his cock upwards. His hand
grazed my penis, which was still flaccid at this point. His steel-rigid
cock was up full mast against my flaccid softness. I could feel the heat of
it through my boxers. Though I had no erection, there was no mistaking the
desire and intense emotion I was enveloped in. Dad read it in my face. He
looked deeply in my eyes, I could put into words what was in my heart.

"Son, the only other person I've ever been with in my life is your mother"
he said, and looked down.

I was stunned. I knew he hadn't dated much... but didn't think he hadn't
slept with anyone at all! My mind raced, remembering the many, many women,
and some men, I'd been with in the past few years I've been sexually
active. Some just tricks, some more involved than that. I felt an
overwhelming sense of compassion and love for my dad at that moment. Like
he was vulnerable, and I was the protector.

"Dad, I... " He pulled me down onto him, and I gingerly lay on top of his
good side, supporting myself with my leg & arms so my full weight wasn't on
him. He kissed me on the cheek, and drew me closer to him.

"And you're as beautiful as your mother. In every way. You remind me of
your mother" he said softly and shyly in my ear.

"Oh Dad..." I looked at him... there were tears welling in his eyes. I'd
never seen my dad with tears before. I kissed him passionately, fully, on
the lips. Out tongues explored each others mouths greedily and
desperately. I was crying and laughing at the same time inside.

"I know people say you resemble me in many ways... and you do. But I see a
softer, much more beautiful side in you, too. Look at your hair, son... just
like hers" Look at your beautiful eyes... and your smile."

I was speechless and kissed him again and again, and I needed to be so
close to him.

"son, your smooth chest, and your beautiful, slender waist is just like
hers... the way you walk, the way you lie on top of me..." He put his hand on
my waist.

"The arch in your back is your mom's..." His hand moved to my back, and he
rested it on my lower back, just below my waistband.

I kissed him again. He said "Even the way you kiss me".

He pressed down, bringing my pelvis into his. I felt his fully erect cock,
and then noticed that while listening to dad compare me to mom, I had grown
fully erect. I was too overwhelmed in the emotions of the moment & didn't
notice... My cock was rock hard... raging hard, and had grown full length,
matching my dad's cock inch for inch. Even the thick cockhead and ridge
that I made out of his cock seemed identical to mine pressing into him.

The sudden realization filled me with fear and embarrassment. I pulled away
from dad, and lay on his side. This just made it worse as he now noticed
the huge tent in my shorts, and the large, sticky wetspot that had formed
right at the tip of my cock.

He turned to me, smiled shyly, and drew me closer. He tugged at my shorts
and said "take these off for a minute, son"

I did what he asked, and immediately felt hornier than ever before in my
life. My cock was free to feel dad's naked skin and nuzzle into his
warmth. I was oozing large amounts of precum. I couldn't control myself any
longer. I was more excited than ever... and felt like I was about to pass
out in pleasure.

He drew me directly on top of him, his hand on my ass "Oh I love the feel
of your ass, son" he said huskily, as his fingers gently roamed all over my
ass. It felt so good. "You're the most beautiful person alive, to me, in
all ways". I spread my legs and straddled him as best I could. At this
moment, our bodies were perfectly aligned. His eyes looked directly into
mine, his mouth was directly below mine, and our chests, abs and cocks were
pressing into each other. His legs were together, but mine were spread wide
as I straddled him. I could feel our cocks touching all the way from the
root right up to the tips... the exact same length, width and shape. Our
cockheads were perfectly aligned too, and the sensitive ridge of my cock
was straight up against the sensitive underside of his, and vice-versa. I
felt like I could feel every nerve on his penis against mine.

There was a look of sheer desperate passion in his eyes (and mine). His
fingers found my hole. Up to that point, it had never ever been part of any
sexual moment or experience I had had.

As his finger made first contact with my hole, we were looking each other
straight in the eyes, lovingly, lustfully and intimately beyond words. At
that same moment, he pressed me into him, and then subtlely pressed me into
the slightest of up-down rhythms. This made the ridge of our cockheads
massage each others ridges every so gently. It was too much for us to
control. Looking into each others eyes, we let go. Shot after shot of long,
thick, ropes of semen, all over each others abs and stomach. We covered
each other's cocks with our cum. The intensity of my orgasm was larger than
anything I ever dreamed of as possible. I let out a loud growl as I came,
and panted for a long while afterwards, trying to catch my breath.

Both still shuddering & glowing in the aftermath of our shared orgasms, we
held our gazes, and smiled at each other. That one look said it all. I no
longer needed to figure out what it all meant... I understood completely.

If this story made you shoot a load, or if you just liked it, please let me
know! It's always a pleasure to hear from readers. Thanks, AJ
(andrewbjo@yahoo.com)