Sex Lessons From Dad

Submitted by Anonymous

Earlier Years

I experienced my first wet dream when I was 12 years old, like most young lads do. I was a horny teenager. During my teens, I masturbated at least once per day. When I started having wet dreams and brown pubic hair started to surround my cock, I realized I had reached adolescence. I needed to shoot a load a few times a day by the time I was 16 since I had an 8-inch, thick cock. I was even attracted to my slim, jock-like form! I was masturbating to males instead of women at the time, thus I was aware that I was gay.

To get to a variety and smoke shop where magazines like BlueBoy, Honcho, and Play Girl were available, I used to ride my bike across town. I covered my identity by donning sunglasses. I was worried that I appeared to be 16 years old. However, the elderly man working behind the counter sold me these magazines without hesitation or inquiry. He most likely beat them off as well.

I beat off with dozens of gay and even some straight pornographic mags. I cherished every cock in them! These magazines frequently featured oral and anal sex between two or more guys as well as several hot sex tales.
Although I was still a virgin, these magazines greatly aided in my development of an exceptional awareness of gay sex, and I was prepared to lose it. However, because I was so young, my fantasies were really ordinary. They typically entailed having sex with an older man who was well-dressed, fit, hairy, and extremely masculine – like the ones in my collection of pornographic magazines, which I had secretly stashed in my closet.

My initial attempts at gay sex were directed towards a classmate whom I mistakenly believed to be gay. We frequently spent the night at one other’s homes, and each time, he undressed in front of me to reveal his 6-inch, uncut boy cock. Sadly, he had the same lack of sexual experience that I did because he was young. He simply didn’t know what to do, and I wasn’t entirely sure either, so I used to rub my dick up against him—of course while completely clothed. I was in desperate need of a homosexual sex instructor. I eventually stopped trying to seduce him because it scared him and he stopped agreeing to any form of delivery.

For some reason, I had many fantasies involving older men. This is probably because I frequently pictured my 44-year-old, workaholic father, who I adored and admired. He was very appealing, strong, and in charge. We didn’t get to spend a lot of time together because dad worked a lot. My father frequently appeared in my fantasies, along with other celebrities, teachers, coaches, and a few of my neighbors. But my favorite was my dad. In fact, I utilized photos of him taken at the beach wearing only a swimming suit while I masturbated.

First Time Seeing Dad’s Cock

I didn’t get to see my dad as often as I wanted to because of his long hours of work. In certain respects, I admired him, but never as much as the day I saw him without clothes on.
I went into my dad’s room when I was a horny 16-year-old to ask for a ride to school because I missed the bus. I was using a towel to dry his hair as he was just getting out of the shower. I had never before seen his large, thick cock. It had me spellbound. I swear, it was thrilling!

The fact that I had a father who didn’t mind letting his son see him in the nude was something I was okay with learning that day. As we talked, I can still see him using a towel to dry off his hairy arms and chest. Prior to that day, I had never considered my dad in a sexual way, but suddenly I was burning hot! I kept staring at his large cock, which was concealed by a shady pubic bush. His man meat was thick and hung heavily. He may have caught me gazing, but he likely assumed it was an entirely normal response to something I had never seen before. He was, in any case, a little bit of an exhibitionist that day, which I really enjoyed!

Dad had a good body; he wasn’t extremely muscular, but he was toned, and he had very little body fat. He was roughly 5’11, 185 pounds, with a 36-inch waist, and had an average shape for a 44-year-old male. He had enormous balls, an 8-inch thick cock, medium-length dark hair with some silver in it, and good hairy arms, legs, chest, and stomach. Most people would view him as a thin bear-type because of how hairy he was. The dark hair on his body had some gray in it. He was incredibly attractive and frequently wore wire-rimmed glasses. I considered his low baritone voice to be his most masculine quality.

Dad put on a pair of red bikini panties in front of me after drying himself off. He had taken them out of his bureau. Then he said that after he was dressed, he would drop me off at school. I was so horny after leaving his bedroom that I went to my own and had the hottest jo session I’d ever had. The following day and for many days after that, I kept beating him up. I started daydreaming about making love to him, and this eventually became into an obsession for me (and still is). That day, when he dropped me off at school, my dad’s cock was all I could think about all day.

A few days later, as I was getting ready for school, I overheard my father’s shower running. I was in my typical horny state. I wondered whether I could catch another look of his naked physique while he was in the shower if I slightly opened his bedroom door. When I got to my father’s bedroom door, it was locked. I twisted the handle to slightly open it. I then crouched down on the ground and peered through the gap. Dad’s bureau, where he had put on his underpants in front of me, was clearly visible to me. I could also make out a good portion of the distance from the restroom. I sat waiting impatiently for him to emerge.

Dad soon emerged from the restroom with his enormous dick wagging limp in the air. As I watched him dry the water from his hairy body, my heart was racing. He went to his bureau and grabbed a bottle of deodorant. As he applied his deodorant, he turned around and gave me a clear view of his very hairy cock. Wow, I wonder how it would look if it were really hard. Before putting on his underwear, he opened his legs and grabbed his towel to dry his hairy asshole. I had the need to shoot at that very moment. After he put on his underpants and resumed getting dressed, the show was ended, but I suddenly understood that I might now have a front-row ticket to a “naked-daddy show.” My mother was always the first one to leave the house in the morning, much ahead of the two of us, so I just had to be careful not to get caught.

I spent months eavesdropping on my father. I was doing more masturbation than ever before (about 3 to 4 times a day). My primary dream for masturbating was now Dad. I enjoyed masturbating with my collection of porn movies, but the orgasms I had when fantasizing about having sex with my dad were genuinely extraordinary.

Over time, my fantasies took control and I became fully fixated on him. I desired sexual relations with him. I wanted to make his cock stand up by kissing him. I made the decision to act because I believed that if my father saw me in my undies, he could be attracted to me and realize that he had a son who was more than willing to have sex with him. I didn’t know what would happen, but I was so horny for him that I was willing to give it a shot. It was time for Dad to see what I had grown into because he hadn’t seen my cock since I was a little child. My cock was 8 inches long, thick, and had a good patch of brown pubic hair, just like my father’s. I also had a wonderful set of low-hanging balls. For my age, I was quite proud of my manhood.

I hoped that Dad would like seeing my cock as much as I did with his. In essence, I wanted to be the one to expose dad’s homosexual tendencies if any existed. I hoped that taking this action would result in something sensual and private between us. I had little understanding of sex and intimacy, but I did know that it would be a dream come true to share that space and suck each other’s cocks.

Showing My Cock to Dad

The following evening, I made the choice to shower before retiring. My mum was out shopping with a friend around nine o’clock. Dad was drinking and watching the news in the family room. Since I wasn’t sure how this was going to go, I made the decision to wait for him to come upstairs while still naked in the bathroom. I stood in front of the mirror while leaving the bathroom door slightly ajar so that he could see a frontal view my cock by staring at my reflection. He frequently spent the evenings engaged in various projects, both at home and at work, which required a lot of walking.

As I showered, I waited for him to enter the bathroom and approach me from down the hall. I heard him coming up the stairs after ten minutes of waiting. I sat in front of the mirror and started to towel-dry my wet hair. I’d play the total innocent. My semi-erect cock was ready for his sight while I was completely naked! Dad would never pass without at least saying goodnight to me if he knew I knew him.

Dad did indeed approach the restroom door shortly after that. My pulse accelerated! To my astonishment, instead of knocking on the door and talking to me, he stood in the dark corridor and stared silently at my entire nude frontal reflection in the mirror. He may not have even been aware that I was aware of him. I was so thrilled that I used the towel to dry my cock and made sure he had a good view. I next dried the hair that had just begun to appear on my nipples and in between my pecs as well as my smooth, tight asshole. I was posing for my father so he could see my boy’s dick and adolescent physique up close. I wanted to give him a performance like he had been giving me. Now that the positions had switched, he was the one doing the watching.

Before ultimately knocking on the door, Dad stood and observed me for roughly ten minutes. The door automatically opened when he knocked. He said, “Hi, son.” I said, standing in front of him as nappy-free as the day I was born, “Oh hi dad.” He looked me up and down, then stared right at my cock and grinned. Make sure you get into bed soon; I don’t want you to miss the school bus again, he remarked as he turned to face me. I was talking to my father while entirely exposed, and it seemed very normal. Two men just, shooting the sh*t. My father appeared at ease around me, and I believe that he took pride in the fact that I was gladly and shamelessly disclosing myself to him. Men act in this way. God, we really bonded over this. I said, “OK, dad.” I obediently replied, “I’m just about to brush my teeth, put on my pajamas, and then go to bed.”

I assumed that after Dad grinned, he would shut the door and go, but instead, he leaned against the doorframe and crossed his hairy arms while continuing to stare at my nude boy body. He then asked if I wanted to play golf with him on Saturday while we carried on our conversation. While my father watched, I shook my head as I put toothpaste on my toothbrush while still nude. My mind was racing as I imagined how wonderful it would be if he were also naked. But I hoped that was a later idea. He responded, “Great, son.” He then gave me one more glance, grinned at me, turned around, and walked into his office down the hall. He certainly gave the impression that he didn’t want to go, preferring instead to remain still and continue admiring his son’s large genitalia. He probably had no idea I had such a big cock or that I would let him stand there and see his son’s naked body in such a way.

I got a great rush out of this encounter after he left. He had finally gotten a good look at my cock, so my plan had obviously worked. I guess the encounter truly stimulated me because I had an erection.
I instantly rushed to my room where I could get in bed and masturbate to what had just happened.

When I heard a knock, I opened my door in my room, took off my towel, and closed it.
It’s dad, may I enter? OK, I responded as I rummaged through the filing cabinet for my exercise shorts. I was still undressed and had a partial erection when Dad entered. He glanced at my cock and said, “I’d like it if you would clean up your room tomorrow, it’s a touch messy and your mum doesn’t have much time this week.” My cock was semi-erect in front of him, which freaked me out. He appeared engaged in the conversation and occasionally cast a glimpse at my cock. I thought, “This is a fantastic experience, but what does it mean?” Will he give it a shot? Why does he keep gazing at my cock and doing nothing? The time is right because we are alone ourselves! Does he desire me as intensely as I desire him? I had a ton of questions, but no solutions. I stood naked in front of him waiting but he did nothing but smile and gaze. “OK, dad, I’ll clean it tomorrow,” I finally said. He left my room saying, “Thanks and goodnight, see you tomorrow.”

To my sorrow nothing sexual happened between us that night. I ouldn’t figure out why he stared at me but did nothing. Was it merely a case of curiosity? I had to understand. I spoke with him numerous times after he had left about what had transpired and the potential for a subsequent concert. Perhaps I should have let him see me masturbating.

Bonding between a dad and son

My father and I were much closer once I let him see me naked. He was quite friendly and touchy with me the following several days. He showed me more respect and lavished me with care.

Over the following weeks, I kept up my voyeurism while wondering what to do next to make something happen. Dad was drying off one day when the phone rang. On that particular day, my father talked on the phone while sitting in a chair while completely naked and covered in hair. He even gave his cock a few gentle strokes. I believe he was unaware that I was watching him, but I couldn’t be sure. I wasn’t even scared of being discovered by him at this point; maybe it would speed things up!

We frequently played golf together, and in the locker room, we would share a father-son shower. I adored watching him lather up after rubbing soap all over his hairy body. Dad didn’t say anything when he saw me looking at his cock during these occasions. He was also looking at me, and I sensed that, but I kept quiet. I wanted the language of father-and-son sex to take the place of the quiet!

I exposed myself to him during the following few months whenever dad and I were home alone. I coordinated his showers with mine in the morning and evening. When he was drying off after his shower, I would enter his room naked and ask him for shaving cream, deodorant, or a facecloth – anything to be in there with him. We were both naked together and alone during these times, so I was at my hottest. Something had to happen soon.

Dad then started to leave his bathroom door open when he was taking a shower. I made the most of this new behavior and would enter his bedroom, sit on his bed, and shoot the s— with him as he got dressed and dried off from his shower in front of me. He would often converse on the phone while standing up and exposing his flesh. It was so amazing that he didn’t bother to cover himself as I entered. He even repeatedly entered my room while wearing an open bathrobe so I could admire his cock. I’m sure he was aware of how much he was making me happy. He and I alone developed what amounted to our very own exclusive nudist club. It had a very unique feel.

Now that I was always turned on, I was determined to woo my dad.
It had already been about six months since this teasing began! I had had enough, so one morning I bravely entered his bedroom while fully hard.
He was also naked as he dried off after taking a shower. He gave my aching cock a quick glance before turning to face me. He ordered me to get dressed or I’d be late for school as he wrapped his towel over himself and had a serious expression on his face.

Dad must have heard me loud and clear that morning because the next morning, right before I left for school, he sat me down on the family room couch and out of nowhere dropped the ax. I guess my seduction was too much for him. Dad advised me to start hiding my identity and he would do the same. I was astounded and let down. He insisted on it vehemently. Dad said that he didn’t believe it was a good idea for the two of us to always be walking around the house in our underwear. He responded that my mother wouldn’t approve when I questioned why not. But dad, she’s never present when we do it. “Don’t fight with me, son; I don’t want you to continue flaunting your penis to me when you’re out and about. It’s common for boys to want to show their fathers how much they have grown, but you have been doing this for far too long “Dad declared vehemently.

I was still perplexed as to why he was stopping it. We were growing closer every day and everything was going so wonderfully. He might have felt this way because of his feelings for me or because he was afraid my mother would find out. I had a strong suspicion that he would only allow himself take this experience so far. I suppose he felt it was too sexual when I showed him my erection.

A few days later, I made the decision to let him see me naked once more anyhow, so after my shower, I left my bedroom door open. He approached the stairs and peered inside at me. But it was useless; my father kindly urged me to comply with his wish. But if it’s only you in the house, what’s wrong with leaving my door open? I questioned. He responded, “I know I gave you that freedom before, but I want you to develop the habit of not doing it anymore.
I was left with no choice but to comply with his request. However, he was adamant about it, so we immediately stopped doing it that day and never did it again. We stayed fairly nearby and occasionally saw each other while we were golfing, but never alone ourselves in the house.

Since he was not aware of it and did not ask me to stop, I did continue to spy on him. I was fortunate enough to witness my father’s full erection during my senior year of high school, and what a large one he had! He had definitely been masturbating while alone in his bedroom. He noticed that the door was open and moved to lock it as I hurried to my room and masturbated about him. As a result, I only caught a brief sight of him.

As time passed, I began to really miss our shared naked frolicking, but I accepted the reality that it was done for the time being. Instead, I went into the bathroom’s main hamper and smelled the dad’s bikini underwear that he had been wearing all day. I was shocked to learn that this piece of clothing had held his gorgeous cock all day. I also liked going inside his bureau, touching, smelling, and donning his fresh underwear. It gave me a sense of intimacy and closeness with him.

Conclusion

Therefore, nothing sexual has ever occurred between us up to this point. He is more at ease living a heterosexual life, despite the fact that I think he is at least bisexual. He could have easily confided in me about any prior homosexual experiences he has had (or wanted to have) when I came out to him at age 21, but he chose not to. He didn’t have any issues accepting his gay son, though, and he still does. He always expresses his pride in me. I’m glad that he has never had an issue with it since I don’t understand why he would, given our common experiences with exhibitionism.

Despite having separate bedrooms for years, my dad and mum are still married. In hindsight, I believe that he loved me too much to use sexual misconduct against me because it is such a big taboo in our culture.

Dad is 55 years old and I am 26. I would have sex with him right away if he wanted to, and he looks fantastic for his age. As he gets older, I’m not sure if I’ll still feel this way. But who knows—I once had wonderful sex with a 62-year-old. My father and I are quite close, and we communicate frequently. He’s gotten to know a lot of my gay friends, and I’ve brought him to a gay bar and restaurant and have plans to take him to the Gay Pride march in the future. I frequently daydream about him and consider how I may be able to support him if he came out today, at the age of 55.

I adore playing the role of the sexy dad with older men (hairy is a plus!). So if you’re interested, email me. I still have fun having sex fantasies about my dad, so I composed this story about one of those fantasies for your (and my) amusement.

My sexual fantasy with Dad

Dad asked if I wanted to go to the golf club with him on Saturday and play a few holes. I leaped at the opportunity to get to know him better and, of course, to view his cock in the locker room.

That day, Dad and I spent a lot of time playing golf. Dad taught me the correct form and how to hold the club because he was a pro and I was just learning. He stood behind me numerous times to demonstrate how to swing, and each time he touched me or wrapped his hairy arms around me, I grew horny. Oh, how I hoped that someday, we’d have a sexual encounter.

Around 5:30 p.m., when we finally finished, the locker room was deserted. Dad suggested that we take a shower before heading to the upstairs restaurant for supper because the club was shutting in an hour. I gladly concurred.

I undressed and walked to my locker with my father. As usual, we both peered into each other’s cocks during the process. We continued to the showers to rinse off. Dad then advised that we visit a sauna. We both stepped inside the empty sauna. Dad took a seat across from me, removed his towel, and sat down on it. I followed suit. To my astonishment, Dad spread his legs out in front of me, closed his eyes, and leaned back, showing me his huge cock. I attempted to restrain myself from having any sexual thoughts as I began to get aroused. What if anybody entered? He had to be aware that he was making fun of me. Therefore, I made the decision to tease him back by doing the same, and sure enough, his eyes immediately turned to me. Dad sighed in relief before chatting with me about golf and how he wanted me to play with him more frequently as well as with one of his buddies. I couldn’t stand how often he lightly touched his cock while he spoke! The topic abruptly changed at that point.

You’re aware, he said. You know, I’ve been thinking that there are some things you should be aware of because you’ll be leaving for college in a few years.
He stood up from his seat, took his towel in hand, and then poured some water on the heating element before sitting down next to me. He was naked next to me, which made my heart race, but I assumed he just wanted to chat to me like a father and son. I enquired as to what he meant. “Well, I already told you about the birds and bees last year, but we never talked about the possibility that you might one day find someone with whom you want to have sex and what you should do in that case.
I take it that this has not yet occurred. He was relieved when I told him that it hadn’t.

“This individual might be a lady, but I have to tell you son that men also have sex with men, and there’s nothing wrong with that,” the man said. My ears refused to believe it! He was obviously attempting to get me to admit that I was gay and that he knew. I waited anxiously for the following sentence while I sat there in silence.

“Now I’m going to share something with you in complete confidence, son. You shouldn’t ever mention this to anyone, especially your mother, he sternly advised. I hesitantly concurred.

Dad drew nearer to me and encircled me with his bushy arms. I believe myself to be a bisexual man, son, he remarked as he peered into my eyes. I adore having sex with women, but I also want you to know that I like having sex with males, which I believe you already know.

When he told me this, I felt I would pass out. He liked cock, which I had long thought, was now confirmed. Imagine my surprise when I FINALLY found out my father was gay!

What are your thoughts on what I just told you? “Do you comprehend?” he questioned. Well, dad, I said, “I do get it and I did suspect it, but it raises a lot of problems.” I love you son and want you to know that I want you to chat honestly with me, so ask me anything, he stated. Although I knew he was attempting to be truthful, I was still reeling from the news that my own father had come out to me as bisexual. I questioned, “Who was he having sex with?” In ways I had never anticipated, my ideal was becoming a reality.

“Have you had sex with any ladies other than your mother, and with which men?” I queried. “Your mother is aware of the various affairs I had with other ladies years ago. That sequence was awful. She was upset, but in the end she gave me the benefit of the doubt and forgiven me. To be honest, I enjoy sex and your mom really doesn’t anymore. However, since we are married, that means we will be together for the rest of our lives. He continued by saying that he thought of himself as a very sexual man with a very strong sex drive who occasionally, if not daily, need a good orgasm to make him happy. Since I was the same way, I could identify with that.

Dad claimed to have found that having sex with other homosexual and bisexual guys satisfied his cravings without endangering his marriage. Mom, do you know? I asked. Contrary to popular belief, your mother is more sympathetic. He said, “She is aware of my bisexuality and is fine with it as long as she doesn’t see or hear about it. There is no prospect of a relationship now that I have turned to physical and irregular sex with males, he remarked.
However, she doesn’t want you to know about it, therefore this must be kept private between us.

Dad caught my eyes as I grinned. I exclaimed, “That’s very cool.” Have you ever considered having sex with men? asked my father as he gave me an earnest look. I bowed while lowering my head. He added encouragingly, “I sensed that you did son.
There’s nothing wrong with that, so don’t worry. I gave him a hug and grinned.
I confessed, “I guess I’m gay,” and he grinned encouragingly.

He grinned and replied, “I’ve had it right here in this club,” when I asked him when and where he had sex with males. I queried how. He mentioned to me that the back steam room’s light bulb would occasionally be unscrewed on the weekends when the club is open later. If someone inquires, they simply reply that it blew out. He chuckled, “But it was enough to keep the homophobes out. He continued by describing how numerous men enter and engage an orgy. Together, they engage in masturbation and oral and anal intercourse using condoms. This has been going on for a while, but according to dad, he only recently became interested after his friend informed him of it and pushed him to take part.

“However, son, gay sex is an old friend. As a teenager, I can recall being drawn to both men and women. Of course, until I was older, I never actually carried out any of my homosexual tendencies. You see, when you were a young child, I had a few gay encounters that occurred when I was traveling for work. Then, when I quit traveling and began working for myself, the homosexual encounters also ceased. But I discovered that I really missed it since gay sex is so erotic and men are so good at appeasing other men,” he said. He admitted to me that he had only ever engaged in gay intercourse with men who were close to his own age, but someday he wanted to try it with a younger man. Was that an indication? I questioned.

Dad questioned, “Are you okay son?” I replied, “Sure!” “Dad, I truly appreciate how flexible you are. I remarked, “I believe I prefer the concept of having a bisexual father. He gave me a loving embrace and kiss on the head after saying “thank you.” I confessed, “I’ve never had gay sex, but I want to. You could also try straight sex, son, I suppose. I’ll confess that I was inquisitive, but I was more attracted to guys. Does your elderly man turn you on? he asked, grinning. I grinned while looking below. “Dad, you already know the solution to it.”

I was hoping that Dad would take advantage of the fact that his hot, hairy body was contacting mine as he had his arm around me. But the second, I was becoming harder and hornier. To my amazement, I noticed an absolutely delectable erection looking back at me on my father’s cock.

Dad laughed and remarked, “Well, looks like there’s two horny men in this sauna.” I grinned and chuckled in return. He returned the smile.

I declared outright, “Dad, I have to admit that I think about having sex with you frequently. “I know you do, son, and there’s nothing wrong with it. I feel the same way about you now that I did when I first saw your cock in the bathroom. I’m willing to teach you how to have gay sex, but you have to pledge to keep our encounter private and never tell anybody else about it. It will be a unique experience for us, and I find it lovely when a father and son can share such closeness and personal space. I believe you are more than prepared given the actions you have shown over the last few months.
Is your father serious? I queried. Naturally, it will be a joyful and fulfilling experience for the two of us, he answered. He jokingly said, “Your dad is a fairly decent cocksucker.

Steam room

“Let’s enter the steam room; it’s larger and much more private.” We entered the steam room after wrapping our towels around our waists. Dad made a joking comment as we crossed the locker room, “Try to hide that gigantic hard on of yours!” Dad led the way for me to the steam room. Being a virgin, I was both really excited and unsure of exactly what we were going to do. When we arrived, the steam room was warm and bare. Dad said the steam room will be checked in approximately 30 minutes, at which point someone from the staff will come down and say that they are closing. Dad explained that because of this, we must proceed with extreme caution. I questioned, “What if someone comes in?” Don’t worry, dad joked; it would only be a gay man looking for sex at this time. “Let me handle it if someone does come in,” he said.

Dad unscrewed the light bulb and dimmed the room after raising the temperature just enough to revive the steam. He led me into a distant corner. Dad grinned and enquired as to my readiness. Despite my anxiety about doing this in front of people, I eagerly nodded my head in the affirmative.

He removed his towel and set it aside. He did the same after removing my towel. Dad walked over to me and gave me a hug as we stood naked in front of each other in the stuffy, dark room. Dad said, “Don’t be nervous son,” after we shared a passionate kiss. He gently slid his hand to stroke my cock after massaging the cheeks of my ass. He murmured, “God, you are big down there.” He then requested that I hold his cock. I did, and it made me hotter than ever as we stood together in a son/dad massage!

Lesson 1 – Oral sex

The first lesson I want to impart to you, son, concerns oral sex. Please allow me to put your penis in my mouth. Pay close attention to everything I do because after I’m done with you, I’m going to ask you to do the same for me. Yes, father. I muttered.

Afterward, Dad brought his mouth to my perspiring chest and began kissing and licking my nipples. He gasped with pleasure as he licked on them. We both had erections right away! He then began kissing my wet abdomen area as he moved down my torso. He kept kissing me till he was down below my naval. He then knelt down and began softly sucking my balls. “I shut my eyes since I thought this was a dream!!!

“I’ve been fantasizing about this moment for so long, son,” my father remarked as he turned to face me. Ever since you started strutting your stuff in front of me, I’ve wanted to do this with you. My dude has such a great chunk of meat. He said, “I want you so much. I mumbled back, “You got a great piece of steak too.

Dad then started licking and sucking my balls at that point. He fully inserted them into his mouth and sucked. He wrapped his fingers around my firm cock after that and slowly jerked it up and down. What a huge chunk of cock, wow. Dad questioned, “You hot for me son?” I groaned, “Yessss. Like an animal in heat, I felt more horny than I ever had in my entire life.

Dad was somewhere no one had ever gone before before I even realized it. He used his wet tongue to lick my cock. He kept shouting “Oh yeahhhhh” as he pushed the tip of my cock in and out of his mouth. He muttered, “This is really great.” Dad sped up his speed and rhythym as soon as my entire hard cock was submerged in his slick lips.

My own father licked on my cock as I knelt down and marveled through the vapor. He pushed my hips towards him while holding both of my ass cheeks in his hands, causing my cock to fully encircle his mouth. Dad was thoroughly enjoying it as he shoved my erect cock into his mouth, making gurgling noises in the process.

Dad’s lips could be seen all the way down to my pubic hair when I looked down. He sucked while moving up and down my cock and producing a tiny “mmmmmmmmm” sound. While sucking mine, he intermittently stroked his own hard cock. It was swelteringly hot! I assisted him in bobbing up and down on my meat by holding onto the back of his head with my hands. For the time being, he was my own private cocksucker! It resembled something from my pornographic library.

Dad had been sucking me for a bit before stopping and getting up for air. He started gushing about how great of a cock I had and how sexy I was.
I sat down after being gently pushed back onto a tile step by him. I obediently allowed him to open my legs widely. He resumed sucking on my boy flesh as I relaxed and closed my eyes.

Even though it was dark, I could still fairly clearly see him. It was unbelievable how much he licked and sucked. To be able to respond to him afterwards, I paid great attention to his technique. Dad really had a way with the cock, boy! Dad eventually glanced up, removed my cock from his lips, and took a breath. He was breathing heavily and drooling. He enquired as to how I felt. Although I wasn’t sure how to compliment him on a job well done, I informed him that he was doing a terrific job. That’s okay, I’ll see to it that you do eventually, he added.

Lesson 2 – Rimming

It’s time for your next instruction, son: rimming, he stated as we stood on the tile step with my father in between us. After stopping to suck me, he pulled up my legs and pushed them all the way back over my head so I could lay my feet on his shoulders. Dad lowered his face to my asshole and stroked his tongue around my asshole and inside the crack of my ass. Never before had I experienced anything like this.

He began to lick my ass in that manner for a while before sticking the tip of his index finger inside my asshole. My virgin ass was so tight that my body unconsciously tensed up. Dad poked me with a portion of his finger and kept it there while licking my cheeks. He then removed his finger and inserted his tongue, muttering with satisfaction, into my asshole. He rimmed me and said, “God, what a wonderful butt you got. In ways I never imagined possible, his tongue pierced my asshole. Yes, I had seen rimming in my porno collection and was happy to be experiencing it for the first time. I stroked my cock and moaned with excitement at my first rim job. At this moment, Dad was snorting and panting like a tiger. He and I couldn’t possibly be hotter or hornier than we are right now, in my opinion. For the next ten minutes, he proceeded to devour me as I obediently opened my legs wide for him, allowing him complete access to my smooth boy hole.

Lesson 3 – Reciprocation

Dad put my legs down before getting up and swinging his large, hard cock in my direction. I lusciously gazed at it. It’s your turn to suck my cock and balls as we move on to lesson three, reciprocation. Give me your top son, he demanded.
You prepared? I said, “Oh yes, dad.”

I couldn’t believe I was only seconds away from sucking my dad’s cock because I was so horny that I was virtually numb. I walked over to dad and softly stroked his hairy chest and all over his hairy front. God, I adored his mane of hair! Then, as he had shown me to do, I drew my mouth to his erect nipples and sucked them. I licked him and he gave me a comforting stroke on the top of my head. Since it was all I knew at the time, I repeated everything he had just done to me.

Up till I reached his black, luxuriant pubic hair, I kissed his hairy chest and stomach. I then knelt down and stared directly into his cock.
It was now so near me! It was enormous, dense, and hairy. I reached out and took hold of his cock and balls, gazing at them completely in awe.
Dad was closely watching every move I made as I looked up, waiting for me to begin.

Then I did begin… For a while, I licked and sucked at his balls, and I must have been doing a fantastic job because he began to mutter subtly. I then massaged his cock all over my face before putting the tip of it in my warm, empty, virgin lips. I firmly grasped my father’s solid ass cheeks before opening my lips wide and accepting his cock. I couldn’t believe how good it felt to have his cock in my mouth! It seemed quite natural to me.

I started to gag a little bit as Dad softly pushed his cock in and out of my mouth while holding hold of his cock. Just take what you can, he muttered as he retreated.
As much as I could without gagging, I sucked. We groaned and murmured softly in pleasure. I wanted to be here more than anywhere else. I tried to imitate many aspects of cocksucking that I had seen in my porno magazines, such as using my tongue all over his cock, balls, stomach, and thighs. I wanted to seduce him and make him feel good.

Dad has rammed his enormous meat and pelvis into my mouth. Since this was my first time, I tried to deep throat it but was unable to handle such a large cock, which caused me to gag a little again. He said, “Don’t choke son, just open as far as you can, and I’ll ease up a little.” You want to go on?” he asked, picking up my face. You enjoying it as I am?
Naturally, I replied.

When I got back to his cock, my father continued to thrust while I jerked, sucked, and licked my own erect cock at the same time. He raised his legs as he sat down on the tile step. He put his feet on my shoulders as I assumed the rimming posture. Dad’s ass was covered in hair to the point where I could not even make out his asshole.

He told his son to “rim me.” I put my face close to his asshole and licked the entire area. I inadvertently poked my finger into his behind. I gave it my all because it went further than I had anticipated. Dad moaned while rocking. He muttered, “Put another finger in, son.” I followed instructions and briefly finger-fucked his behind. Boy, did he enjoy that! My tongue was then inserted into his hairy dad hole after I took my fingers off. It had a pleasant, manly scent.

That’s it, son, stick your tongue in your dad’s hole, dad said.
I ate Dad’s ass while he was frantically stroking himself on his back.
He was heavy groaning and panting, and I could tell he was about to have an orgasm.

He screamed, “Oooooohhhhhhh kid, I’m going to let myself cum now.” Dad jerked the meat, and as I watched, a thick string of hot jism squirted all over his torso and into the air. It splashed on me in small amounts and was thick, warm, and white.

I hoped no one heard Dad’s loud shouts as his body jerked and trembled as he let them out. I saw him as he appeared to experience many orgasms. I couldn’t even get close to him since I was too hot for him!

Dad briefly reclined on the tile step before standing and giving me a bear hug. He boasted, “Son, that was the best orgasm I have ever had.” He questioned my experience having sex with him. I told him I wanted to give it another go since I enjoyed it. I desired to profit from it. I informed him, “I was so anxious I couldn’t orgasm!” He remarked, “That’s the appropriate mentality, son.”
“I’ll get you to cum like I just did next time.”

Instead of bouncing about with numerous lovers, I’d much rather you get off with your grandfather occasionally. You’ll reach a point when you’re prepared to date, but you need some direction first. Of course, there are STD facts. I gave an affirmative head nod. After giving one other a gentle kiss on the lips, we went to the showers to get rid of our sweat and chaff. After sharing a meal, we all left for our homes. That evening, as I climbed into bed, I thought twice about what had transpired before drifting off into a restful slumber.

Our Upcoming Meeting

After Saturday, we had our next sexual experience. We played golf once more, but I played quite poorly since I kept thinking about having sex with my dad. We went to the steam room after the game, and just like the last time, dad removed the lighting before we moved to the corner.

Dad promised to work on me till it happened because he wanted me to cum.
“During this session, son, you are not required to reciprocate. When I get you to cum, I’ll jerk myself off “Dad remarked. I nodded in agreement and awaited his touch with anticipation.

Dad got down on one knee in front of me and thoroughly enjoyed my cock and balls. He fellated me while also sticking a moist finger in my arse. He pulled me back onto the tile step so I could relax and take advantage of his services.
He continued to suction while inserting his finger as far as it would go into my ass. He had my erect cock buried in his mouth, and his amazing cock-sucking technique was definitely tickling my fancy. As my father exerted all of his effort to convince his son to fire a load, I could feel my body getting ready for an orgasm.
I gripped his head and raised my legs as we moaned in this rare time of closeness because his sucking was so unbelievable. Dad started sucking and rimming from my cock to my ass, and that was what really got me. My dad’s warm mouth was my target as I eventually let out the loudest moan of my life. He allowed me to do that? I couldn’t believe it (later he would tell me that he never imagined that he would swallow cum but he did with me because I was his son). Dad consumed my cum while holding my cock in his mouth for the duration of my orgasm. Then, while I laid there in complete ecstasy, he performed self-masturbation. I experienced the strongest orgasms I’ve ever felt! My virginity was lost in the best possible way.

Discreet and Regular Sex

For the next two years, I regularly had covert sex with my father without being discovered. My father and I were left alone to play one week while my mother traveled across the state to see her sister.

Dad and I had our first anal sex together at that time. Dad gradually taught my hole to accept four of his fingers by using lots of lubrication! My dad also like it when I stuck my fingers in his behind.

I gave in to what I wanted more than anything: my father putting his cock inside my ass. I used to beat him off while he fucked me; the orgasms I experienced were incredible. Now I understood why the males in the pornographic mags I read did it.

Dad of course allowed me to fuck his ass as well, which I really enjoyed. I rode him like a cowboy in a rodeo show after starting out gently.

Dad and I had a lengthy conversation about what lay ahead of me before I left for college at age 18. He advised me to exercise caution and always have safe sex, and he assured me that he would be there for me. I frequently engaged in safe, private sex in college with men I met at a nearby gay pub. Having sex with my dad was no longer an option since I was 50 miles from home. I was sorry I missed it, but I knew we would do it again in the future, and we still do, of course, in private.