Date: Sat, 24 Dec 2016 15:46:36 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: 12 Tales of Christmas: Next to Dad

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I felt the mattress dip and a cool draft waft across my body. Usually I'm a
pretty heavy sleeper, but I was in a strange place, with traffic still
humming by on the Interstate past the motel, even this late . So I woke up
in confusion, a dark shape shifting in the gloom on the other side of the
bed, sliding in beside me.

"Huh... what..." I muttered sleepily, confused.

"Shhh... sorry bud... your Mom's snoring's driving me nuts," I heard Dad
say, and instantly relaxed. They were sleeping in the adjoining room, and
even though the wall, I could hear the slow, steady buzz of Mom's
snoring. For such a petite little thing, she sure could make some
noise. Sounded like she was running a sawmill in her bedroom, half the
time.

"Hope you don't mind, but I gotta get some rest, buddy, or we'll never make
it to Phoenix tomorrow. Get some sleep, big guy."

He slipped an arm over my side, gave me a quick side-hug, then rolled over
onto the other side of the bed. Within minutes, he was sound asleep, and
his deep, rhythmic breathing sent me back there too.

The long blare of a truck horn from the freeway woke me up again, then the
splash of headlights pulling into the motel parking lot. I looked at the
clock - a little after 1am. Shit. This sucked. But I was warm, at least,
the heat from Dad's body warming my back, the soft warm breeze of his
sleeping breath on the back of my neck really kinda nice, and... Wait. The
fuck?

Dad's cock was hard, and it was nudging up against my ass. Fuck fuck
fuck. I was wide awake now, very aware of the feeling of him. He was
wearing boxers, I guessed, and I had boxer briefs on, but still, I could
feel the hardness of him. He felt big - real big. I'd always kinda
suspected Dad had a big dick. Suspected I was gonna have one too. Already,
I'd caught a few guys in the locker room a school giving me the
side-eye. I'd compared my cock to the dudes in porn, and I was pretty happy
with what I saw. I wasn't a big dude otherwise - kind of lean,
tight. Played a lot of soccer, swam, ran track. Maybe that made my dick
look bigger than it was, up against my trim frame. But I was pretty sure I
had a big dick anyhow. I knew I had a couple years still to grow, too. And
since I'd inherited Dad's build - he'd been a soccer kid too, all lean and
defined torso, with nice thick thighs and ass - I was getting kind of a
sneak preview of what else I was inheriting from him. Weird as this whole
situation was, I was still pretty impressed. And secretly a little bit
excited. To know I was gonna have a big dick, sure - what dude doesn't love
that? But also... the fact that his big dick was hard, and pressed up
against me.

Still, though, this was weird, and exciting as it was, I knew I should pull
away. I tried to stealthily pull closer to the side of the bed, and had
managed to shift my ass away from the thick, throbbing hardness of him,
when he snaked his forearm over my waist and pulled me back, muttering
something sleepy and inaudible. Then he leaned in and pressed his lips to
the side of my neck, growled a very contented "Mmmmm" sound, and squeezed
me even tighter to him. No doubting it now - Dad was hard as fuck, nestling
up the indent of my crack, even hunching his hips a little as he let out
another deep-chested pleasure sound. And now, I was getting hard as fuck
too.

I guess I could have woken him up, or lifted his arm off me and pulled away
again. Could have. Should have. But the longer and tighter he held me, the
harder my cock got, and all those weird, horny little thoughts I'd tried
not to think about my Dad came bubbling up to the front of my brain.

Like, I don't jack off thinking about Dad all the time. His thick, muscular
thighs, his high, tight, rounded ass, the big bulge in his running
shorts. Not all the time. Hardly ever, really. It's not like he's some
super stud or anything. He's just my Dad. A nice guy, funny, really decent,
sweet-natured. The guy next door, who just happens to be packing a
porn-star cock. I mean, I think about a lot of other stuff when I'm
stroking on my bone. Other dudes, sometimes chicks... mainly dudes
though. I saw this pic of Rob Gronkowski and JJ Watt shaking hands after a
game the other day, and I shot like three loads imagining all kinds of
dirty shit about them, and what they might do in the locker room
afterwards. So with all the stroke material out there, there's no good
reason why I'd shoot loads all up my stomach, imagining Dad doing nasty
things like that.

But, still. I do. And right now, my cock was harder than it had ever been,
and even though I should've been pulling away, maybe going to sleep on the
hard little sofa, and my brain was kind of churning, my hand was snaking
inside my boxer briefs and squeezing my dick, all by itself. It felt
good. Dad felt good. And that cock of his just felt, well... big. Big, and
starting to grind a little, up and down my ass, like he was having the
sexiest dream. I wondered what he was dreaming about. I wondered if I could
maybe jack a load out without waking him up. I guess I could just eat the
cum afterwards, hide the evidence.

Dad murmured against the rapid pulse on the side of my neck, pressing his
lips there slowly, the tip of his tongue flicking against the skin. His
hand roamed up and down my front, and his dreaming thrusts against my ass
got slower, longer, more focused, kind of. When his fingers stroked up my
smooth chest and found my nip, strumming on it a little, making it stiffen
and tingle, just like I like to do when I'm getting some quality alone time
with my cock, I let out a little whimper. I knew I was gonna have to beat
off, for sure. My cock was throbbing in my hand, inside of my shorts,
starting to get all sticky, and then I had the idea that maybe I should
just, like, pull my shorts down in back, and then maybe his cock might push
through the fly of his boxers, and then maybe...

"This is such a bad idea, dude," the logical part of my brain was warning
me, but I'd already tugged my boxer briefs down over my ass, which freed up
my cock, and now I could really feel the heat and moisture of Dad's big
dick, slow-grinding against my tail. It was amazing, even better now that I
could get my hand around my cock and quietly, slowly jack it without my
undies all in the way. I could feel the fabric of his boxers against the
skin of my ass, with the occasional warmth of his cock flesh, and that sent
another jolt through me every time it happened. So I reached back, real
carefully, trying not to let my fingertips graze the head of his cock too
much, while I searched for the button on the fly of his shorts. It took
some trial and error, but there it was. Sure was hard trying to undo that
button, though, especially with that fat, wet-tipped monster dick thrusting
up hard against the fabric, slow and steady. I'd just managed to get the
button halfway through the little hole, when he pushed his hips up,
murmur-moaning against my neck, and his fly propped right open.

Holy shit, now that he was out of his shorts, the sensation was intense. He
felt even bigger, now that he was out in the open, all hot and fleshy and
leaving sticky trails on my cheeks back there, and when he rumbled deeper
in his chest and clutched me a little tighter, I had to stifle a moan
myself, as my own cock burped out a bubble of pre into my palm. Found
myself pushing back against him, a little, finding a kind of rhythm with
him. It was kind of like when Taylor and me were at wrestling practice this
one time, and I had him pinned, and suddenly I was starting to throw wood,
and he felt it, and started to push his tight ass back against the bulge
inside my singlet. I'd let it happen for a couple of minutes, the back of
Taylor's neck blushing like my face probably was, and then Coach had blown
the whistle for the end of practice and I got up off him and couldn't
really look him in the eyes the rest of the day. I decided I was gonna call
that dude when we got home from Grandma and Grandpa's after the break.

"Mmmm, baby," Dad moaned in his sleep, his hand sliding down my front, over
the abs I was starting to get real proud of, dipping down into the top of
my bush, which was also coming in real nicely. I froze in place, hand on my
throbbing cock, wondering if I should move, but it was like I
couldn't. Like I wanted to let it happen. And it did, his fingers grazing
down through my pubes and bumping up against the base of my cock, then kind
of swirling in the hair just above it, round and round in a little circle,
and holy shit did that feel amazing. Then they grazed down past the base of
my dick, like maybe he was dipping down to find the entrance to a pussy or
something, I guess? Instead, they found my balls. And then froze right
there.

I heard the pace of his breathing change. A little grunt sound, like he was
coming up out of sleep. Aw fuck, I thought to myself, cringing a little. I
didn't think he was gonna beat my ass, because he'd never been that kind of
Dad. But he'd be disappointed. I could always pretend I'd been asleep. But
how would I explain my shorts halfway down my thighs?

"Mmmph... shit," he mumbled, pulling back from me a little. "Oh... shit..."

I stayed frozen in place, no idea what to do.

"Austin? Buddy? You awake?"

My mouth gave me up, and I cringed inside, my cock wilting in my hand.

"Uh... yeah Dad," I said in a small voice.

"Jesus... guess I was dreaming," he muttered, pulling even further
back. "I'm sorry, I'll go back to the other room. Wait... are you naked?"

"Dude, you have SO fucked yourself now," I thought, as I turned my head to
look over my shoulder at him. There was a little light coming in from the
parking lot, and I could just make out his face, kind of frowning at me as
he looked from my bare hip up to my face.

"I guess I... I don't know why," I blurted. "You don't have to go to the
other room again. I don't... I didn't mind..."

"You didn't mind?" he said after a moment, his voice low, serious. Testing
me. I shook my head. Another long moment, and then his hand came to rest on
my hip. I guess letting me know he wasn't mad? So confusing.

"Is that why my, uh... stuff is out of my shorts, Austin?"

It was too dark to really read his face, and his voice was so
neutral-sounding. All I knew to do was shrug. If I tried to speak, I'd
probably squeak, like a scared little kid. Several long moments passed, us
staring at each other in the dark. I was blushing so hard, I was surprised
the room wasn't glowing red from it. My dick had gone all floppy, and I'd
quietly let it drop from my hand. Dad's dick, though... shit, I couldn't
help but look down at it, and it was still halfway hard, sticking up out of
the fly of his boxers.

"What didn't you mind about... what happened just now, son?" he asked in
that quiet voice, and his hand on my hip gave a gentle, encouraging
squeeze. He was like that, always squeezing your shoulder or upper arm -
not touchy-feely so much as supportive, encouraging, showing you he was,
like, connecting with you.

"I- I guess it was... I dunno, just nice, feeling you close like that," I
mumbled.

"Nice, huh?" he said neutrally.

"Yeah... I dunno... it sounds weird," I said, voice a little
stronger. "I've never really... been with anybody before. Not like that. So
it just felt really good, is all. Safe, kind of. Because it's you."

He stayed quiet, letting me fill the silence.

"And, like... you got a big dick, Dad," I said, blushing extra hard
now. "It felt good against me that way. Please don't hate me, I know it's
weird... I'm just curious abut stuff, I guess..."

Finally, I could just make out the shine of his teeth as he smiled.

"I guess I do have a big dick," he chuckled. His hand squeezed my hip
again. "You liked how it felt against you, huh buddy?"

I just nodded, too ashamed to say anything.

"I remember how that goes," he said, surprising me by easing down to rest
on his elbow. Not up against me again, but closer, anyway. "I was your age
once, too. Curious. Wondering about... things. Feeling weird sometimes. Not
knowing what I wanted. Afraid of it, too."

Even though it was late, almost 2am, we talked for awhile, and it felt so
good to just, like, be open with him about things. How I felt about that
wrestling practice, when Taylor humped his tight, round ass back up against
my crotch. Some of the things I thought about when I was alone.

"It's OK to want things, son," he said, his hand rubbing my hip again. My
cock had come back up some, half-hard like his now. "Even if they scare
you. And sometimes you want to try something out, see how it fits. If it
feels right, even if you think it's wrong. Happens to all of us."

"Did it... feel good to you, Dad?"

"Anything can feel good when your dick's involved, bud," he chuckled, low
and kind of sexy, a side of him I hadn't seen - or heard, I guess -
before. "I know it felt good to you, judging by the size of that hardon you
were sporting."

He was quiet for a minute, looking at my face, and then he scooted his ass
a little closer again, and shocked the crap out of me by reaching over to
run his hand down my stomach, to the top of my bush. Suddenly I could,
like, smell him, his deodorant worn off, that smell he always seemed to
have but I never really paid attention to, all around me like a
fog. Smelling like, I dunno, man. Him. As soon as his fingers brushed the
top of my pubes, my cock started to rise. So did his.

Dad's fingers ran around the side of my crotch, over my hip, and dragged
slowly down the hard muscle of my thigh. Bella Pearce at school told me I
had nice legs, back at the start of this school year. All that soccer, I
guess. Just like Dad's. My eyes flicked from the slow, steady thickening of
his cock, to his face, half-shadowed. Then he ran his fingertips real
lightly along just the inside of my thigh, and I tingled all over in that
special way and let out a little moan, and how the hell did he know that
was gonna feel so good to me? Didn't matter - I was fully boned now, and I
saw him smile again.

"You got a big dick too, buddy," he said, low and husky and proud, and I
nearly jumped up in the air when he wrapped his hand around it and stroked
it up and down, slowly, testing the weight and thickness of it. He shifted
a little bit closer again, all warm and smelling so masculine, and I felt
the tip of his big cock graze my thigh.

"You liked your Dad's big cock humping up against you, huh son?" he said,
and his voice was different now. Deeper. More intense. It was like he was
putting me in a trance with it. I just nodded, slowly, and I know he felt
the throb of my cock in his fist. He leaned in closer, his face just a few
inches from mine.

"Can you keep a secret, Austin? Between us men?" he asked in that hypnotic
voice, giving my cock another slow pump, and again, and again. I nodded.

"I liked it too, son," he almost whispered, and then he was leaning over my
face and my lips were opening without me even thinking about it and his
lips were touching mine, then pushing against mine, and oh fuck, me and Dad
were kissing...

I clung to him like a little kid as he started to feed me his tongue. I'd
frenched a couple girls at school, and one time at a sleepover at his
place, Ronnie Paxton and me kind of made out a little bit, like on a dare,
and I think we both liked that a lot more than we'd ever say out loud. But
all that was so lame compared to this. Kissing a real man. My Dad. One of
the things I'd jacked off to, sometimes. Him deep-kissing me, tasting his
tongue, feeling him suck on mine. Only he was doing it for real now, and I
was doing it right back.

It was surprisingly loud, the kissing, all lips smacking and little moans
and grunts, his deep, mine higher, and that somehow made it even more
intense. That and the hard, thick, heavy throb of his big fucking dick,
pressed up against my quad, making it all sticky with his goo as it started
to flow again.

"Don't call it `goo', you're not a little fucking baby anymore, Aus," my
brain said. "It's precum. That's what men make. With their
cocks. Together. Like now. Like Dad's doing, with his big cock, all hard
for you, dude..."

I was all of a sudden petty much ready to shoot, thinking that, and I guess
he felt me tense up or some other kind of signal, because Dad quit kissing
me, making this fucking hot little growling noise, and let go of my
cock. Slipped his hand under my ass and lifted up, rolling me back onto my
side like I was earlier.

"Shit, buddy, you got a really nice ass too, you know that?" he said
appreciatively, running his hand down over it. I silently thanked God Dad
had encouraged me to get into soccer like him, and moaned out loud as he
stroked over my smooth buttcheeks.

"The hell with this," he said in his sexy voice. "Let's get naked, buddy."

He lifted his hips and wriggled out of his shorts, and man, I wanted to
turn on the bedside lamp so bad so I could see him, but before I could
think any more, he yanked my boxer briefs the rest of the way down and
tossed them on the floor. All confident and sexy, it was so hot, just that
little thing. Then he slid up against my back, all warm and firm and
hard-cocked, that big unit sliding totally naked up into the deep crack of
my ass, wrapping his strong arms around me and kissing the side of my neck
as he started to grind up between my cheeks.

"It's late, bud, and we got a long day tomorrow," he rumbled in my
ear. Sounding so different from my day-to-day Dad. Deeper,
huskier... manlier. "Why don't we finish what we started, so we can get
some rest?"

What was I gonna do, say no? I turned my head back and leaned up towards
his face, and he grinned and met me halfway, his tongue sliding right into
my mouth as he held me tightly and started to thrust up against me for
serious.

We barely said anything, just grunts and moans and murmurs of "Ah Dad" and
"Yeah, son" and stuff like that. Just the sounds of our skin moving
together, the wet squelch of his precumming cock between my cheeks, the
sound of mine in his fist, the bed squeaking, our breath panting between
sloppy-wet kisses.

"You got a cock like me," he grunted, stroking it. "And an ass like
me. Thighs like me. You're my boy, you know that?"

Damn, he was so intense right now. Like a Jekyll and Hyde kind of thing. I
loved Jekyll. He was such a nice dude, so good to me, an awesome Dad. But
shit... I was loving Hyde too. Maybe even more. All hungry, and
dirty-talking, horny, just all man.

"Gotta fucking see you, buddy," he growled, the arm that was cradling my
head as he humped me reaching out for the bedside lamp. I shut my eyes
against the sudden bright light, and when I opened them, there he was, and
holy shit, his face... so intense, and on fire, his eyes all hot and
hungry, his lips shiny with spit, staring deep into mine. Then he looked
all the way down my body, slowly, nodding as he went, a little bit of a
grin on the corners of his mouth.

"Yeah, you're mine, kid," he murmured, and I don't know if he meant that I
came from him or I belonged to him or what, but they both sounded good to
me. They sounded like... the future.

Finally I got to see that huge cock of his, big enough so that I barely had
to crane my head around to see it. Fuck. He really was huge, the head
shaped like a helmet, all shiny, the piss slit thick and deep and bubbling
up with precum like lava. The inside of my crack was all shiny with his
precum, and my own cock was throbbing and shining and leaking too as he
grabbed hold of it again and began to jack me off in time with his
grinding, humping fuckstrokes up the trench of my ass. I pushed my ass back
against him, so damn turned on, and squeezed my cheeks together, and he
groaned out loud and thrust doubletime, letting go of my cock, his had
falling back as he bit his lip.

"Awww fuck yeah, you little stud," he growled, and that made me feel like
ten feet tall. Like a man. I let my hips and ass take over and just work
with him, feeling all on fire inside, hotter than I'd ever felt. All deep
and intense.

"Fuck me, Dad," I blurted out, and he growled and wrapped his arm back
around me as he thrust up my slimed-up crack hard and fast.

"Buddy, I wanna," he growled, locking those crazy hot eyes on mine. "So
bad. You're not ready though. Not ready for your Daddy's big cock. Not yet,
son. But soon. You and me. Soon, son."

"Aw fuck Dad, I hope so," I moaned, and he covered my mouth with his again,
his tongue thrusting like his cock was, and I squirmed all over and worked
with him the best I knew how.

"Gonna cum, Dad," I grunted, feeling it all boiling up inside of me all of
a sudden.

"Fuck yeah, stroke it out, stud," he said. "Show Dad how you cum, buddy."

I moaned and stroked, my cock feeling so huge in my hand, bigger than it
had ever been, and then it all kinda flowed over me in this warm, tingling
wave, and I was cumming. Shot after shot, hard and fast. Dad's hand covered
mine and directed my cock up my body, jacking my load out with me, and the
feeling of my cum hitting my chest and abs and side just made it even more
intense. He started to thrust even faster, the bed really rocking now, as I
moaned in his tight embrace and tightened my ass muscles aup gainst his
thick Dad dick.

"Daddy's turn now, son," he grunted in my ear. "Fine fucking ass making
your Dad cum. So good, baby boy."

He thrust up hard, once, twice, three times, and then covered my mouth with
his as he growled out his cum, the hot spurts of it shooting all up my
back, in the crack of my ass, soaking into the sheets between us.

It was fucking awesome.

We were both sweaty as hell, and sticky too, panting as we caught our
breath. Dad's hand came up to rub my cum into my sweaty, sticky skin, and
just his touch made me shiver all over. I could barely look at him, but
when I did, I saw that whole Hyde intensity thing had drained out of him,
and he was looking at me like my regular Dad again. Regular, except we were
naked and covered in each other's cum, and his big, thick dick was still
resting half-hard and rubbery on crack of my ass.

"You OK, Aus?" he said, his voice softer, a little concern on his
regular-handsome face. I thought about it, and I was - more than OK. I felt
like I'd just discovered, like, the secrets of the universe, or
something. Like blowing my load had blown my mind. I smiled and nodded, and
he smiled back, so warmly, I kind of wanted to cry a little. Everything was
just so intense all of a sudden.

But instead, I leaned up to kiss him, softer this time, and he kissed me
back. Real love in that kiss, real tenderness - loving and tender like he
always was, but there was that edge to him now. He'd shown me his other
side, and that was just part of who he was for me now. And I loved that. I
wanted to see more of it.

"Were you, like, serious when you said we could, uh..." I said awkwardly,
suddenly embarrassed to say the words for some stupid reason.

"Fuck, son?" he grinned, and the easy way he said it made my spent cock
twitch a little. "If you want to, we can try. I'm a big guy, and if you've
never done it..."

"I want to do it, Dad," I said. "Do it right. With you. If you want to,
Dad."

He looked at me for a long moment, then kissed me. A mix of that
tenderness, and the heat too. Played tongues with mine. Then ruffled my
sweaty hair affectionately.

"Hell yeah I do, buddy," he grinned. "You and me. We'll make it
happen. Maybe after Christmas, after we leave your grandparents'. But we'll
do it, son."

I smiled, and we kissed, and we never even bothered to shower. We just fell
asleep like we were, cum drying on our skin with our sweat, Dad spooned up
against my back, that big, thick dick of his resting happily against my
ass.

The next day, we were making our way down the Interstate again. Slow going,
snow starting to come down in light, but steady drifts. The Acura was big
and it had four-wheel drive, but it was still feeling all kinds of slick,
the further we pushed down the road.

"Ugh, this is going to be a nightmare," Mom said from the passenger
seat. "I'm worried about the drive back, too."

"Maybe you should fly back, honey," Dad said. "Me and Aus can drive home."

"I don't know, Mark," Mom said uneasily. "It could be risky..."

"Don't worry, baby," Dad said, reaching over to squeeze her knee in that
reassuring way of his. "Me and Austin are big guys. We can handle it, right
son?"

He looked up in the rearview at me, and I saw that subtle little bit of
heat in this eyes as he smiled at me. A little bit of Mr. Hyde there. I
smiled back, spreading my thighs a little, and I know he could see the big
bulge I was starting to get in my jeans as I thought about the two of us
slowly making our way back to KC without Mom. We'd probably need to take an
extra day, maybe spend like a second night in a motel or
something. Yeah. That sounded like a great idea to me.

"Absolutely, Dad," I grinned at him in the mirror. "We'll make it happen,
for sure."