Date: Thu, 13 Jun 2013 16:42:49 -0500
From: Jake Wurdhart <theoldmanandtheme@gmail.com>
Subject: My 18th Birthday with Dad

	Note: This story is a work of fiction. Any likenesses to real
people are coincidental. It is based on my relationship with my father, and
inspired by some real-life events, but the majority of it is fiction.

	My father and I have had a very non-traditional relationship for
years. Ever since I was little, he has been my role model. I remember being
five years old and following him everywhere. To work, to the gym, even into
the bathroom and shower. In fact, I showered with my dad pretty often until
I was about ten years old. I cherished the special moments that I could
openly gawk at his massive dick. Further, my father was a very physically
fit man with dark brown hair all over his body. I loved washing his tummy
in the shower, running my hands over his six pack which he somehow managed
to maintain for years into my adulthood.

	At the age of 13, I realized that I was truly gay. I always felt it
in me somehow, but at 13 I was able to grasp the true nature of my
sexuality. I was never ashamed or closeted, and it quickly became a
non-defining factor to my life.

	Realizing my homosexuality caused my attraction to my father to
skyrocket. Whenever an opportunity presented itself, I would touch him.
Massages were my favorite. At 14 years old, he bought a computer desk that
I fit perfectly under. I would sit beneath the desk and rub his feet,
staring at his huge bulge the entire time. I would even take his feet and
rub them against my teenage dick through my pants. Either he never noticed
this, or never minded it. Sometimes I would build up the courage to rub up
to his thighs, and even a few times I ran my hand across his bulge. He
never did say anything, and always enjoyed my massages thoroughly.

	This went on for years. I would jack off thinking of him daily,
continue to touch him at any moment possible. He and I developed a very
flirty relationship, and sometimes I would have the audacity to squeeze his
ass or tweak his nipple, and he would often return the favor. Our bathroom
door had a large gap between the doorframe and the door itself. This
provided the perfect opportunity for me to lay on the ground and look
through the crack at my father while he was peeing or showering. These were
the most special moments to me. I loved watching him shower. He definitely
knew I was out there staring at him, and he would often put on a show. He
loved to rub his hard dick for me while he showered.

	He never watched me shower, though. However, I did find a way to
return the favor. Whenever we were alone in the house (which was often) and
we were watching TV (which was very often too) I would openly play with
myself on the couch near him. Rubbing my own throbbing prick through
sweatpants, showing off the bulge and the eventual wet spot from my
precum. Sometimes I would even jizz myself right there next to him and I
could see his own hardon. Often times, he would shower right after this and
relieve himself.

	All of this built up to when I was 17 years old. Only in my 17th
did I have to bravery to cum in front of him. Our relationship never was
physical up until I turned 18, though.

	For my 18th birthday, my family had wanted to take me to a
convention in Chicago that I always dreamed of attending. It was all about
experts in science, arts, math, education, etc. coming together and sharing
what they have learned for the last year. My grandmother became very sick a
few weeks before we were supposed to leave. It was my mother's mother, so
she stayed behind to care for her. My older, and only, brother was just
starting his exams in college, so he had to stay behind as well. It ended
up being just my father and myself.

	The drive to Chicago was wonderful. It was about 3 hours from our
home in Indiana, through beautiful countryside. The view I was most
interested in, though, was my father's bulge. For the first hour, I just
watched it in his tight jeans. I was always mesmerized by the sheer size of
the bulge, about the same as a grapefruit. His huge balls pressing against
the denim, his soft cock just barely outlined. Soon, it became to much for
me. I started rubbing my own dick and noticed him glancing at it every few
seconds.

	I never jizzed my pants on the ride, but I came very close several
times. My balls were aching as we pulled into the hotel and I could tell
that the next time I release, it would be stronger than I've ever felt. We
walked into the hotel, checked in, and put our bags into our room before
exploring the block for a couple of hours. We found a tiny Italian
restaurant that only seated 10 people, and decided to have dinner there. It
was delicious, and afterward we headed back to the hotel room.

	Upon entering the room, my father announced that he was going to
take a shower. He headed into the bathroom and stripped down, leaving the
door wide open. Because my father felt that this was such a special
birthday to me, he had sprung for a very luxurious suite. The bathroom was
as large as my bedroom at home, with both a bathtub and a separate
shower. The shower had no curtain, it was more of a chamber built into the
wall and had only panels of perfectly clear glass as partitions. I noticed
there were two shower heads, one at each end of the shower, and decided to
take advantage of this.

	When I went to the bedroom of the suite, I noticed that there was
only one queen bed. I disregarded this and stripped down, eager to enter
the shower. When my father saw me enter, he made no effort to hide his soft
dick. I had trouble keeping my own cock at bay, but managed to only keep it
at a half erection. We showered, and I openly gawked at his amazing
body. He turned away from me and bent down to wash his legs, exposing his
firm ass in all its glory. Trying to avoid a full erection was becoming
more and more difficult.

	The shower soon ended, and we dried off together in the
bathroom. My father slipped on a silky pair of boxers and headed to bed. I
remained in the nude, feeling braver than usual. As my father turned off
the lights I settled underneath the sheets. We were sleepily discussing our
excitement for the following day at the convention. Soon my father stopped
talking and began lightly snoring.

	I was building up my courage, and after ten minutes I finally
reached out and started rubbing his thigh. This simple contact sent my dick
into a full boner, as it had been teased all through the day. I could feel
my father move, but if he had awoken he was still pretending to sleep. His
rhythmic breathing was interspersed with light whimpers and moans and I
rubbed his hairy thigh.

	Eventually he broke his facade of sleeping and scooted closer to
me. I felt his hand on my stomach, running it up and down my body, playing
with my nipples. I moved my hand from his thigh to his crotch, and through
his boxers I could feel his raging hard-on. He moaned as I rubbed him
through the fabric.

	We both were far too eager to wait any longer. My father peeled his
underwear off and exposed himself fully to me. Up close, his cock was even
bigger. He had a great bush of dark brown pubes that was tamed and
trimmed. His balls were huge, tight, and covered in a light dusting of
hair. I was in shock as he started rubbing himself and me at the same
time. Soon I took over his cock with my hands, and we lay there exploring
each other's bodies.

	One of his hands rubbed my raging boner as the other moved to my
ass. He squeezed my ass cheeks, and then ran his fingers up and down my
crack. He settled one finger on my hole and flicked it back and forth which
caused me to writhe in even more pleasure. He chuckled as he continued to
tease my asshole. I could no longer hold in my moans and began to do so
loudly.

	He eventually stopped playing with my hole when I moved my face to
be level with his crotch. I licked the head of his dick, which was dripping
precum. He trembled at the touch of my tongue. I wanted to tease him more,
but found myself too compelled to take his dick in my mouth. I swirled my
tongue around the head and flicked it across his frenulum. I worked my
mouth down the shaft, but found no possible way for me to completely take
the 9 inch monster.

	As I sucked his huge, dripping cock I played with his egg-sized
balls. They felt so soft and warm in my hands. I stroked his cock as I
sucked the head, and soon he could no longer handle it. He started
thrusting into my hand as I pulled my mouth from his dick. His shot ribbon
after ribbon of cum onto my face. I licked up as much as I could, savoring
the taste of my dad's jizz. I continued stroking him as he took a few
minutes to recover.

	My cock was still rigidly erect. I took some of his cum and used it
as lube. I could hardly handle the feeling of my dad's cum against my seven
inch cock. I didn't have to jerk myself off for long as my father grabbed
my dick himself and rubbed it, playing with my balls. He demanded that I
turn over onto my back and lift my legs in the air. I obeyed.

	He stuffed a couple of pillows underneath my back and began to play
with my hole again. His fingers were now covered in his cum, which made me
tremble harder than before. He took my cock expertly in his mouth as he
teased my hole. He worked his way down to my balls, sucking them, then to
my ass. He flicked his tongue across my hole. I cried out in pleasure. The
feeling was almost too much to handle, but he continued licking my
asshole. He shoved his tongue into my hole, only resting to tell me how
good my freshly 18 year old ass tasted.

	He took his middle finger and worked it into my ass. He wiggled it
against my g-spot. It was the most amazing feeling. As he continued
fingering me, he sucked my cock. He began deep throating my dick and it
became too much for me to bear. I shot the biggest load of my life into my
father's mouth. He took it all, still sucking my dick long after as though
begging for some more of his young son's cum.

	He moved up towards me and kissed me on the mouth, our saliva
mingling with my cum, our dicks limp and leaking. He lay down next to me,
and I pushed myself agains his body. He took me in his strong arms, and we
fell asleep.

	Best birthday ever.



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