Last night my dad and I were sitting watching an episode of House of Cards. We’ve been living together now for about 5 years, since I started university in the city and my mom lives too far for it to be economical. Anyway, my dad is a real affectionate guy—he likes to rub my back, or my shoulders, run his hands through my hair, put his arm around me. It’s always been like this, and I think it’s made me a more affectionate person as well—I’m a hugger.
So last night, we were on the couch watching an episode of House of Cards, when he put his arm around me and his hand on my shoulder. He pulled me slightly into him so that we were pseudo-cuddling. In case you’re wondering, my dad is a big guy, loves the gym and has a nice strong body. He’s getting older so he doesn’t have the same muscle definition that he used to have in pictures I’ve seen of him in his early 20s. I’m not that in-shape though, never been one to work out, and never really been confident in my build, but I digress.
After 10 or 15 minutes of watching the episode, he started moving his hand. Again, not uncommon, he likes to rub my shoulders on occasion, or my back. He starts moving his fingers on my right shoulder in like a rotating way, where he’s drawing circles. I’m drinking a cider and he’s on his second glass of wine. While I like my dad being so affectionate, it does make me a little uncomfortable at first, but not because I don’t want him to touch me, but more because I feel like it’s kind of wrong and shameful.
Ever so slowly, in such a way that I can barely even tell, he begins to move his hand lower and lower on my shoulder to the point where he’s just above my nipple. I can feel him not saying anything, like he’s concentrating all his power on his fingers, and nothing else exists except for me and him. I don’t want to look at him in case I jinx it, and I don’t say anything either.
Before I know it, he’s rubbing my nipple with the tip of his forefinger, and I’m rock hard. My nipples are a huge erogenous zone for me. My chest swells in such a way to encourage him to keep going. My dad has never really been this bold before, but the more I think about it, I guess there has always been signs—his back rubs last a really long time usually, as do his shoulder rubs. I’ve seen him naked a few times, never in a sexual way, usually by accident—I’ve walked into his bedroom to get something from his bathroom that’s connected and I’ll see him naked lying in bed, or once when I was younger he changed in front of me at the pool change room.
As he’s running circles around my nipple with his forefinger, I get the urge to make a bigger move to tell him that I want more. He has his legs up on the coffee table in front of us, and they’re crossed, so I put my hand around his leg and move it so that it rests between his legs. As I do this, I brush up against the tip of his cock that I can tell his as hard as mine.
His finger around my nipple starts to rub a little harder—he even pinches me. I want to move my hand closer to the bulge just above where it currently is, but part of me is too afraid to do it. He takes my hand with his free hand (the one not rubbing my nipple), and guides it slowly to his cock and whispers in my ear: “Just touch it.”
I put my hand around his cock, and I’m shocked at how big it is. I’ve been with plenty of guys before and I know what to expect in terms of girth, but never been with anyone the size of my dad’s cock. I start to rub it through his sweat pants, and he starts to breathe heavy and moving himself into my hand. I pull my hand around the elastic band of his pants and slide it underneath. He’s not wearing any underwear, which doesn’t surprise me as he tends to like to go commando as much as possible. I start jerking him off and he’s moaning now.
Suddenly, he pulls his hand away from my chest, pulls down his pant, grabs his fully erect cock and says: “Please, it’s been so long since someone’s tasted my cock. I want you to suck it. I know you can.” I hesitate and ask him if he thinks we really should. He puts his hand on the back of my neck and just as I think he’s about to pull me in to kiss him, he starts to slowly force my head down to his cock. I kiss the tip of his cock, and then begin to suck it. It’s too big for me to take the whole thing, but that doesn’t stop my dad from trying. He holds my head down and starts to thrust his cock up in my throat—slow at first, to get as much of it in my mouth as possible, and then faster so that he’s fucking my mouth.
As soon as he loosens his grip on the back of my head, I pull away and gasp for air. He looks at me and says: “Oh, son. Fuck, I need you. Take off your pants.” I don’t really hesitate anymore, because now I’ve fucking hot and all I can think of his how much I want him. I want to keep sucking his fat cock, but I also want to let him do whatever he wants to me. I take of my pants and he starts to spit into his hand and lubing his cock with it. He tells me to sit on his cock and I do it.
He spits again into his hand but this time rubs it on and in my hole. He grabs his cock and starts to push himself into me, all the while he’s staring right at me, focusing in on me, and not letting me look away. Every time I try to, he says: “Look at me.”
He’s pushing himself deeper into me and I’m trying to focus on getting over that initial pain I always feel after the first thrust of someone’s cock entering. Before I have enough time to get over the pain, he’s sliding his cock back and forth, fucking me as best he can with only his spit as lube. His hands are on my hips guiding me and he’s pushing up into me. Every so often he grabs my cock and jerks it off, in a way that makes me think he’s fucked men before—I’ve never thought about it before, and other than my mom, never seen him with anyone, or even talk about dating really.
As he’s fucking me he says things like: “You’re such a good boy, you’re my good boy.” or, “Fuck son, you’re so tight.” Sometimes he asks me questions like: “Do you like your dad’s cock inside you?” or “Do you like me fucking you?” I’m not really a talker when I’m having sex, so I don’t feel comfortable enough to say anything more than “Yeah” or moan in pained pleasure. Eventually, he grabs my cock and starts to really jerk me off, and he says “I want you to cum for me, ok? Cum for your dad, come on. I want to see you shoot all over my chest.”
It doesn’t take me too long, I’m usually pretty fast at cumming. I shoot all over his chest and I’m practically yelling from the orgasm. He’s encouraging me and calling me his good boy as I shoot. I think this is it, but he doesn’t let me get up. He just keeps fucking me, faster and harder than before. Now that I’ve cum, it’s more painful. I lean into him and put my head on his shoulder and moan: “Oh, dad!” to which he replies: “Fuck son, I need to cum, I want to cum inside you.” He keeps going until he thrusts hard and deep and yells as loud as I had, and I can feel him shooting inside of me.
He’s panting and laying his arms off to his sides, not hugging me. I lean back to look at him and he smiles. I climb off of him and he asks me to grab him a towel. I oblige and say I’m going to wash up upstairs. So many things were running through my head: what was that? It was so fucking hot, but so weird at the same time. I don’t know how to feel about it, because normally I can be affectionate and sweet with whoever I just fucked, but for some reason, this wasn’t the same thing. I tried not to think about it too much and just washed up. When I came out of my bathroom, my dad was standing in the hall. He comes up to me, pulls me close to hug him, and kisses me on the lips. He tells me he had fun with me and is sorry if he pushed himself on me. I tell him it was really hot and I liked it a lot, but that I’m feeling a little weird now. He says he understands that, and he’s feeling a little weird too. He suggests that maybe we don’t hang out tonight and instead just do our own thing. Which I think is a good idea. But now, I’m writing this to share it here, and all I can think about is wanting to climb into his bed tonight and ask him to fuck me again.