The Best Present Dad Can Give Ch. 01
“Dad! I’m home!” I shouted, coming home from school. I headed straight for the kitchen to make myself a snack. For some reason I was always starving after school.
He swept into the kitchen, his movement as graceful as a felines. He always glides around similar to how a lion moves. I don’t know how he always glides around like that but it sure was as sexy as hell. He was 39 years old, 6’2″, and very muscular. He had black hair and beautiful blue eyes. His black hair didn’t stop at his head, but sprawled all over his muscular chest all the way down his six pack where it thickened more and more as it reached closer to his groin. Unlike my father, I had a very lean and had a smooth body. I don’t even get that much facial hair. Like my father I had black hair but I have my mother’s green eyes. I was only 5’8″. I did have a slight six pack though, but I was completely hairless until my groin. I liked to keep my pubes trimmed to somewhere between half an inch to an inch.
“Hey son, how was school?”
“Same old boring crap.”
He laughed his deep-throated laugh, giving me goosebumps. “When isn’t it?”
“Good point. Why did you ask then?”
“To see if it has changed. So are you ready for your birthday tomorrow?”
“Hell yeah. I finally get to be 18. I will finally be an adult…I wish Mom was still here for it,” I said in a choked voice. Mom died in a car accident when I was nine years old. It was about nine years ago but it still hurts, especially on my birthdays. My mother always made my birthdays special for me. She threw the best parties and made me the best cake. Because I am an only child, I was always spoiled rotten. We were so close, and then she was gone.
“I know. Me too.” He came up and wrapped his muscular arms around my lean body. My father hasn’t been with anyone since she died. I sighed and inhaled his masculine scent, instantly comforted by it. I held on to him long after I was comforted, enjoying the sensation of being held by him. I have to admit that I have always been attracted to him. My first erection was because of him. He had been walking around the house in just his boxer briefs. He likes having them tightly fitted so his cock had pushed against the material, and it was definitely not a small one. Ever since that day I have fantasized about him and that beautiful cock. He released me from his arms.
“So what do you want for your birthday?”
I looked at him like he was crazy. “It’s the day before my birthday and you still haven’t gotten me a present!”
He laughed. “Don’t worry, Nick, it is wrapped up and ready for you to open it tomorrow. I just wanted to see if I was right.”
“No, Dad, just surprise me.”
“Oh believe me, I will,” he said with a smirk. My father has always asked me what I wanted for my birthday and I always told him, and he has always given me what I asked for. My 16th birthday I had asked him for a car, and he gave me one. My 17th birthday I had asked for my own computer and he gave me one. He was actually pretty rich even though all he does was buy houses and sell them for more money. This year I didn’t know what I wanted besides his cock so I just asked him to surprise me.
After supper, I went to my bedroom and did homework. I figured I would get it done now that way I have the entire weekend to myself. My dad came and told me goodnight, and went to bed. I looked at my clock and I realized it was after midnight. I was now 18, a man! I went and shut off my bedroom light and hopped into bed. I left my bed lamp on though, and I tugged off all my clothes, including my boxers. I looked down at my throbbing cock. I have always been pleased with it. It was a decent size, a little over seven inches long and a little thicker than six inches.
I grasped my phallus in my hand and started slowly pumping it. I closed my eyes and thought of my father. After that incident when I was ten years old, I have tried to see my father almost or completely naked as often as I could over the years. About once or twice a week he would just take off all his clothes after work and would just lie around in his tight boxer briefs the rest of the day. I absolutely loved those days, taking in an eyeful but still trying to not make it obvious that I am staring at him, cock in particular.
When I was thirteen, one day I needed to brush my teeth and floss in the morning and my dad was in the shower. I had pounded on the door and told him to hurry up and he said he was going to be a while so I should just come in and do my stuff. I asked him if he was sure because the shower only has a glass door on it and it is very easy to see through. He then told me to stop bitching and come in. My father was shampooing and I got a good look of him completely naked and he couldn’t tell that I was staring at him because he had to keep his eyes closed to make sure he didn’t get shampoo in his eyes. Once he was done shampooing, I would turn back to the mirror and continue brushing, though still peeking once in a while. I continued pounding on the door a few other mornings afterwards so I can see him in the shower again and he kept on inviting me in until he finally got sick of inviting me in that he yelled at me to just come in whenever I needed to and just stop asking. I continued this tradition throughout the years.
Once in a while when I am really horny and desperate I would wait until he went into the bathroom, wait until I hear him close to being done urinating, then I would walk in on him and apologize saying I didn’t know he was in there. He would just finish, shake his dick, then say not a big deal then he would leave and I would shut the door behind him and masturbate.
I began to speed up the pace on my shaft and I thought about one of my favorite fantasies. My father was lying on his bed, completely naked with his hands behind his head, his legs spread far apart and his enormous cock was fully erect. I would then lie between his legs and give him a nice, slow blowjob. I now felt that familiar tingle and seconds later my cock erupted, spreading semen all over my chest and stomach. I grabbed some tissues from my nightstand and I cleaned up the mess. I then pulled my boxers back on and shut my light off and went to sleep.
My father came and woke me up at ten in the morning. “Happy Birthday, Nick! Get dressed and come into the living room so I can give you your present.”
I dragged myself out of bed, pulled on some new clothes, and walked over to the living room. He was dressed in blue jeans, though he wasn’t wearing a shirt. A nice little treat for my birthday, I thought to myself.
“Where is my present?”
“Just a second. Go stand over there,” he said, motioning to a spot.
“Now get on both of your knees,” he commanded once I took my place.
“Why,” I asked, completely confused.
“Just do it,” he said, starting to lose his patience.
I obeyed him and got on both knees. He came up to me, filling my nose with masculine scent, his crotch now just inches away from my face. He just stood there for a few moments, then asked, “Aren’t you going to open your present?”
“What”, I asked in a tiny voice.
“Don’t be shy with me, Nick. All you have been doing the past eight years is constantly staring at me every chance you get. Like I wouldn’t notice you staring a hole through me when I am in my underwear? Or how you always need to brush your teeth every time I am in the shower? Or how you always “accidentally” walk in on me when I am peeing?”
My face was completely pale. There was absolutely no point in denying it. I should have known he knew all along. I should have been more careful. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
“What? Give my son the thing he has been wanting the most for the past eight years? What kind of father would I be if I didn’t give you what you want on your eighteenth birthday? Besides, I have wanted this for quite some time myself. Now that you are officially a man there wouldn’t be anything wrong with it. So once again I ask, aren’t you going to open your present?”
I couldn’t believe it. This is finally happening, and he actually admitted himself that he has wanted to do this but couldn’t because I was still a child. And now I am not a child anymore. I backed up an inch so I had enough room. Then I reached out and grabbed and unbuttoned his pants. I lowered his fly then I pulled his pants all the way down, not looking up at his cock yet.
“Get rid of your pants,” I commanded him.
He obliged, kicking them out of his feet and out of the way. I finally looked up and saw his cock straining against the material of his blue boxer briefs. He was big when he was flaccid. He was huge when he was semierect. I slowly reached my trembling fingers out and slowly stroked his cock through the material. I felt his dick twitch.
“For fucks sake, Nick, hurry up! I can’t take this anymore!”
I slowly pulled his underwear down and his cock sprang free. I lowered it until it was down to his knees. I then returned my attention to his huge shaft. I have seen his cock quite a few times but never up this close and never erect. I reached out and for the first time in my life I touched my dad’s bare cock. My dad groaned. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and began stroking it up and down. I watched as precum began to ooze out of the slit of his cock. I now looked at his fully erect cock. I was infatuated with it. He was about nine inches long and seven inches thick.
I leaned forward and gave the slightest kiss to its engorged head. He moaned, and I continued to kiss my way down his shaft till I reached his hairy balls. I fondled his balls with my hands, and kissed the left testicle first, then the right. Then I kissed my way to the top of his hairy scrotum. Then without warning, I licked my way up his shaft and took his head into my mouth and began suckling on it. My dad threw his head back and let out a loud moan. I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and took him deeper into my mouth until my mouth reached the top of my hand. I can’t believe I am finally sucking his cock, I thought to myself.
I began sliding my mouth up and down his long shaft, enjoying the taste of his salty cock. I repeated this over and over a dozen times then I released my hand from his cock and went lower. I wasn’t able to get all the way down on the first try, but I managed to fight against the gag reflex and go deeper with each time I went down on him. I slid my way up his cock and completely let him out of my mouth. He made a sound of protest, then I went down again, this time successfully taking all nine inches into my mouth, feeling his pubic hairs brush all over my face. He let out a throaty scream.
“Let me take it from here, honey,” he said and then grabbed the back of my head and started fucking my mouth, pounding his cock all the way down my throat. He thrust his cock eight more times and I felt his cock spasm, then his cum started jetting in my mouth, and I enjoyed its heat going down my throat. Once he was completely spent he pulled out, grabbed his jeans, and rewrapped my present.
“So did you like your present?”
“Best present ever. But am I going to be able to open my present again some other time?”
“Anytime you want, son, anytime you want.”
To be continued…
Written by sexyinaf