3 comments/ 89087 views/ 47 favorites Do Wah Daddy, Daddy! By: Chris7sw I think that pretty well everyone in the office was shocked when our boss called us together for a meeting -- he looked so serious, which could only mean trouble. Silently we shuffled into the Board Room and stood in a respective semicircle around his desk. Tom held up his hands -- palms towards us -- hardly a sign that he was going to sack us all and a collective sigh ran around the room. "Everyone here?" he questioned, not really expecting or getting an answer. "Good -- right -- this concerns all of you." We all looked at each other with lines of worry on our faces; there were 18 of us -- twelve guys and six females of various ages from 20 to perhaps 50. "My regional director has asked each office to raise some money," said Tom, "He's got a bee in his bonnet about donating to charity this year and we've all got to do our part." A selection of "mmmm"s and nodded heads was to be seen before Tom continued. "So I had an idea which I'm sure will be beneficial not only to a good cause but to you lot as well. We're entering a team into the local half-marathon in October!" Gasps and cries rang out here and there. He held up his hand for silence....."So you lot have got near enough six months to get fit!" he said triumphantly, "And to raise lots of sponsorship money." Sighs and groans could be heard along with some crestfallen looks from the somewhat more portly members of the staff, but on the whole the idea seemed to be accepted -- heck, it was six months away -- some of us might not even be working in this office by then. "Ok -- ok -- calm down," said Tom, "I'm not expecting you all to become top flight athletes, but some keep fit and some running won't do any of us any harm....but I'm warning you, we'll have to do well because I want us to raise the most sponsorship of all the branches. Oh yes -- I'll be running too, if only to keep an eye on you!" I'm pleased to say that Tom was now smiling as he finished his speech and he now let us chew the matter over for a bit. Small conversations started and little groups formed as the unlikely idea of us all running 13 miles sank in. "Right -- listen up! Then you can go," said Tom after a little while, "Some sponsorship forms will be ready soon and I'll set up a webpage so you can see how well you're doing. And for those of you who really want to, I'll let you list your best times....because in the next six months you'll be needing to get some miles in -- so it can be an internal competition as well. I'll get something organised as a prize for the highest finisher in October." He stopped and looked around at our somewhat dazed faces. "Ok -- you can all go now -- thank you for your attention," he said and the meeting was ended. We all trouped back to our respective work areas, still reeling from the thought. Then a heavy hand landed on my shoulder. "We've got some work to do, Chris!" a voice said -- and it was Dad. Yeah -- I didn't mention that he and I both worked in the same office but we did and even mum had a part-time job here. 'Here', was a smallish silicon chip production and development set-up -- I helped design the layouts and Dad did the more technical stuff with the chips themselves. "Speak for yourself Dad!" I chided him, "I'm fit already!" "Yeah -- like hell!" said Dad kindly, "We both need to lose a bit and running's a lot different to weight training." Both he and I did indeed try to keep fit at the local gym but running 13 miles -- well, even just trotting round sounded some way out of our league. I nodded my agreement -- there was a lot going through my brain at this moment. "You gonna buy me some running shoes then?" I asked, somewhat tongue in cheek. "If it helps then yes, I will," said Dad, to my surprise, "Nothing posh but there's no sense in not having the right gear -- and if your gym togs aren't suitable for running then we'd better get you something to wear too." 'Hey -- this sounds ok!' I thought, because this was something I could enjoy and something that both Dad and I could share. "Come shopping with me on Saturday then," said Dad, "We'll see what we can do." He turned and headed back to the other side off the building, waving to me as he went and I waved back. It was nice that we were close -- Dad was excellent to be with; he had a good line in chatter; he wasn't too tight with money and we had some of the same interests. We didn't actually share much apart from our work-outs at the gym but perhaps this was something else that we could mutually enjoy. Dad (Peter) had just turned 40 but he really looked younger. He'd still got all his dark hair and he was tall and lean -- none of that middle-age spread on him. By the same token, he wasn't overly muscular, but he was fit enough; the garden, DIY house maintenance and the gym sessions saw to that. He was also healthily fit -- the annual company insurance medical check-up always cleared him with flying colours. I too was fit and healthy. I kept off all the fatty junk foods; I didn't smoke and I only drank occasionally and at 6'2" -- the same as Dad -- and steady at about 170 pounds, I felt good in myself. But this marathon training looked as if it was about to make us both even fitter! Saturday morning came and Dad and I were soon browsing in a local sportswear shop; to be shortly 'rescued' by an attentive assistant. The shoes were relatively easy to sort out and Dad bought us matching pairs of good quality shoes which really felt fine on my feet. And in a few more minutes Dad and I were in one of the changing booths along with a small pile of running gear -- most of it made of Lycra, it seemed. I sat on a chair to examine the goods. "Don't mind me," said Dad as he stripped off, "Come on, try them on." Moments later his hairy arse and back faced me before he bent over to pull on some shorts -- and I hardly knew where to look. I'd never been one to stare at arses before but here was Dad's, strained tight and showing his brown puckered arsehole to me! I shook my head, stood up and pulled down my jeans and underwear, then suddenly realised that my cock had started to enlarge. 'Oh fuck, get down!' I groaned inwardly, 'Not now!' Quickly I grabbed some shorts and started pulling them up -- also suddenly realising that they were decidedly tight on me -- but better that than be seen with my cock hanging out! And just as I covered my equipment, Dad turned round to face me. His eyes quickly scanned up and down my body before he could stop them.....and mine did much the same except that mine became locked on his groin. Dad's shorts were skin-tight too, revealing not just the idea of his package but most of the detail too! I could see the size and shape of his cock, of his helmet and even of his balls! I drew in a quick deep breath then puffed my cheeks as I let it out through tight lips. "Phew Dad -- they're tight!" I said, tearing my eyes away and glancing down at the shorts I was wearing with a feeling of horror -- because I now guessed just what Dad would be seeing. He smoothed his hands over the material and down his muscular thighs. "Yeah they are a bit -- but they're supposed to be tight -- they're made that way," he said. "But yours are showing you off a bit too much, aren't they Dad?" I replied, "Have a look in the mirror." Dad turned and postured briefly before turning back to me -- his eyes once more dropping to my groin. "Hmmmm. Speak for yourself!" he said with a grin and I too moved to the mirror. "Oh fu....! Ooops, sorry Dad!" I cried, putting my hand over my groin in horror, "Shiiiit -- I see what you mean." Because there in the mirror I could see myself, complete with what was patently a half-hard erection that crossed part way over my thigh. And the outline of my penis was possibly even more blatant than Dad's! "Hey -- don't let it worry you!" said Dad, patting me on the shoulder, "At least you've got something to show off! Wait 'til Sandy sees you like that!" "She won't be seeing me," I said, "We broke up last week -- nah, we didn't fall out. Didn't I tell you -- she's off to Australia for three months with her parents so we decided to call it quits." "Oh shit -- hard luck!" said Dad, his hand still resting on my shoulder, "Just have to keep it to yourself for a while then." I nodded, realising indeed that my right hand would be seeing more than his fair share of action for a while and that was a fateful thought that connected straight through to my dick. In seconds it had hardened and lengthened and in my snug Lycra shorts absolutely nothing was concealed. I might as well been wearing nothing and Dad was getting an eyeful. He looked up and smiled at me. "Wowee!" he said after having had a good look, "That's a decent cock you're packing!" I'd always known that my 8" cock was somewhat larger than average but to hear Dad give me that compliment just added steel to my erection. "Sorry Dad," I muttered, not knowing what else to do, "Can't help it...." "Why be sorry son," Dad replied, clapping me on the back, "Should be proud of it! Chip off the old block if you don't mind me saying so!" I mumbled something inaudible to cover my confusion and embarrassment.... "Anyway, we can't stay in these forever....do you want to try something else?" Dad said, "I'd rather we didn't -- I mean these are what we should wear for running although I think we'd both better wear underpants with them." "What else is there anyway?" I asked and we looked at the pile of shorts and tops we'd been given to try....but nothing else appealed to us. "Oh well -- just make sure we run when it's cold!" quipped Dad and I laughed....until Dad spoke. "Ok, let's get 'em off and let's go to the checkout." With no option but to strip off, we simultaneously slid our shorts down our legs and as I stood upright again there was Dad's cock and balls hanging freely before me. "Pfff -- got all crumpled up in there!" he said as he rubbed his hand vigorously over his penis and in moments it had grown considerably and now hung well away from his body. "Shit -- didn't mean to do that!" he said, his cock now almost horizontal to the floor. I just couldn't help by stare -- I'd seen many an erection on the internet but this was the first one I'd been able to observe in real-life....and erect -- well, near enough erect. And as you well know, men enjoy visual stimulation as much as anything; possibly more than the written word and the sight before me hit the right button. Almost before I could react, my cock lurched upwards from its half erect condition to a full blown hard-on! I nearly fainted with embarrassment. "Bloody hell Dad, see what you've done?" I groaned; my hand doing it's best to cover my cock and failing. "Hey -- come on. Don't be embarrassed -- let's see it -- you've seen mine!" said Dad now showing a fully erect penis that was the mirror image of mine, "Come on, don't be shy!" Slowly I took my hand away and my penis sprang upward to point at the ceiling, a trickle of precum now coursing down my exposed knob. Dad stepped towards me and grasped my cock, his own erection now just a foot or so away from me. He slowly ran his hand up and down my shaft before tightening his grip and sliding my foreskin backwards and forwards, making my cock tingle and jerk. "Ooooh! That feels good -- really good!" said Dad, smiling at me, "Ages since I had a cock in my hand apart from my own of course." I just stood there, almost paralysed, as he played with me, just loving the feeling of a strange hand on my penis. "Touch mine -- hold it!" he said and he reached out and pulled my hand to his cock. Automatically my fingers closed round it. It felt unreal to me -- someone else's live reproductive organ, all warm blood, flesh and skin in my hand and it felt incredible. Dad sighed heavily as we held each other's cocks -- then with a last squeeze he let me go. "Come on -- we'll get in trouble if we stay in here much longer," he said as I too relinquished my hold on his penis. Truthfully I didn't want to let go -- the feeling was soaking into my memory and I was loving it. "Yeah ok," I sighed -- and the thought of having to go caused my cock to deflate in moments with Dad's doing the same shortly afterwards. Together in silence we dressed and, having made sure that we were presentable, we marched to the checkout desk where Dad paid for our purchases -- me following in his wake like a puppy. Once outside and in the car, Dad looked hard at me. "Was that ok -- what we did?" he asked and I nodded. I was totally shy about it but the feelings were too exciting to say no! "Great," said Dad, "Might be nice if we try it again later." And again I nodded, knowing now that Dad and I were about to embark on a sexual adventure and suddenly I was looking forward to it! I felt my cock stiffen once more but this time I wasn't so shy as I leaned back and adjusted my growing bulge with my hand. I saw Dad glance at it but he was concentrating on his driving, so I was left there in my seat with a hard-on that just wouldn't go away. By the time we got home, some twenty minutes later, my cock had leaked so much that my jeans had a sizeable patch of very damp denim and I had to use our shopping bag to hide it as we went from the car to the house. Inside I was able to slide off to my room without anyone else seeing me -- although since there was only my sister and my Mum at home apart from us and sis was almost certainly out somewhere, the likelihood of being observed was low. I collapsed onto my bed and just lay there feeling either numb with shock or rigid with excitement; it was hard to tell which.....but my continued hard-on decided for me that it must have been excitement. 'What the heck is Dad up to?' I asked myself, 'Anyway so what, it felt so good so I don't care really.....! I wonder when we can do it again.' And with that thought and with my penis still hard I drifted off, to be woken some while later by a knock on the door. It opened and Dad stuck his head in. "Dinner time," he said, "You ok?" "Fine," I replied as I pulled myself upright and as I did so I saw Dad's eyes slide immediately to my groin again. My penis pulsed under his gaze and began to fill out once more before I shook the sexual thoughts out of my head. "Be with you in a minute," I said, "Just going to change into my shorts." A few moments later my cock was under control, my jeans were off, my shorts were on instead and I strode to the door where Dad was still waiting. He linked his arm over my shoulder as we walked down the corridor and squeezed me gently. "Let's have some grub -- then we can have a break and then perhaps we can take an evening run, eh?" "Yeah sure," I answered cheerfully, "Need some exercise anyway -- down on my quota this week." Mum was quiet during the meal -- she had a project on that was keeping her very busy and she was preoccupied with her book of words as we ate. Mum was a semi-freelance technical author and she'd won the contract to provide the technical instructions for some intricate software -- and it was keeping her very busy. Dad and I also ate almost in silence; perhaps because we were both hungry or perhaps because we were both preoccupied too....but on a rather different subject but finally we'd finished. Some quick clearing up; a brief thank you to Mum, who was still engrossed in her manual and Dad and I wandered off into the garden with an after-dinner mug of coffee each. We went and sat on the swing seat in the warmth of the late afternoon summer's day and this time it was I who started the conversation. "I didn't know you were, you know, like that, Dad," I started, hoping not to get my head bitten off, "I thought you were all macho and all that." Dad chuckled and I knew I was ok. "There's a lot you don't know about me -- or mum for that matter but I will tell you that we used to be swingers and that I'm quite happy to go either way," said dad to my surprise. "Wow Dad -- wish I'd been able to join in!" I spouted cheerfully, "I reckon I would have loved that -- sex parties and orgies and that sort of thing." "It wasn't all orgies, son," Dad replied, "More often than not it was just private parties -- perhaps just two couples sometimes and we'd all swap around." "Phew -- brilliant!" I said, feeling life returning to my groin. "Is that where you learned about cocks?" "No -- I've always been able to swing both ways....ever since I can remember, but it's only since we joined the swingers that I've had a chance to practice," said Dad, his hand unconsciously rubbing over his own bulge, "But I like it!" "So did I," I said, "Are we going to play some more later?" "Wait til we've had our run, Chris -- then perhaps we could shower together and see what happens -- yeah?" Dad replied with a big grin, "I'm looking forward to that already!" "So am I!" I groaned, "Look!" My penis was now at full stretch down the leg of my shorts, seemingly almost reaching the end of the leg of the shorts. The rigid muscle was creating a huge protrusion which was throbbing in time with my heart. "Ah -- come on -- get serious," said Dad, laughing lightly, "How do you expect to run like that?" He put his hand over my penis and squeezed it firmly. "Can't help it Dad -- it just happens. Just talking about sex is enough to make him come up. He's always doing it -- bet you were the same when you were my age." "Hmmmm -- yeah, sure was -- still am!" he said, now moving his hand up and down my cock, "Feels good to me. Hmmm -- I think we'd better do something about that." "Like what Dad? " I asked......and Dad pointed. "Come down to the garage, son, my quiet corner," he said, "You know your mum never goes down there; too much dirt and muck, she says -- so we'll have a bit of peace." He stood up and faced me and there before me was the matching outline of his erection, stretching his jeans. I put my hand up and stroked it before I too stood up. "Come on then -- what are we waiting for!" I said enthusiastically. Leaving our empty mugs behind, we 'innocently' strolled around the garden, feigning interest in this and that before peeling off to the path to the garage. It was a garage by name only; none of us used it to store cars but it was handy for storing all kinds of other odds and ends and Dad had a bit of a workshop set-up down there too. But it was also a comfy place -- he had two old armchairs there and a table and there was a portable gas cooker too. His bolt-hole for when things got on top of him..... But today the only thing liable to get on top of him was me! Although it remained pretty warm, a bit of a breeze had sprung up which gave Dad the excuse to lock the door and then we were safe! He and I faced each other, both breathing heavily with emotion. "You sure you want to do this?" he asked. "Do what?" I replied innocently rubbing my hand down my thigh. "Play around a bit," said Dad, "Enjoy some sex together." "Try and stop me!" I exclaimed as I undid my shorts, "You said you'd help me with this!" And with that I let my shorts drop to the floor, my erection springing up before me, eager for some release. "Fuuuuuck!" said Dad, taking in the sight, "Oh yeahhhh!" He dropped to his knees before me; moments later his hand held my cock and seconds after that he sucked the end of my penis into his mouth! "Mmmmmmm!" he moaned round my shaft as it slid in and out of his mouth. "Bloody hell Dad, that's good!" I groaned as his talented tongue and lips stimulated my erection, "Oooh yessss -- I won't last long, Dad." He dragged my cock from his mouth to reply, still wanking my shaft steadily. "Yes son, you cum for me, just cum when you're ready," he said, stretching out his tongue to give me a quick lick, "I want to taste you!" Do Wah Daddy, Daddy! "Aaaaahhh!" I groaned as Dad plunged my cock back into his mouth, "Oh God -- I like it! You're good Dad! Uuuuuhhh! Ooooooohhh! Ohhh yesssss!" Dad was letting my cock slide deep into his mouth: I could feel my knob pushing against the back of his mouth, almost into his throat but it was his lips and tongue that were providing the most stimulation. Somehow, as I slid in and out, his lips were tight around my shaft and yet he still managed to create the most sensuous feelings with his tongue around the ridge of my knob -- his actions were so multiple that they were mind-blowingly exciting and soon I knew that Dad would be getting his reward. "Coming up Dad, I can feel it!" I said as uncontrollable shuddering heralded my impending orgasm, "Not going to be long now!" Still his talented mouth worked on me and now there was no stopping my orgasm! "Aaaaaaah -- yeahhhhhh! That's it -- uuuuuuuhhh -- cummming!" I cried, feeling everything tense up inside, "Here it cums!" Dad stiffened as did I and my penis expanded as if under pressure before blasting my first wad of hot cum deep into his mouth. "Mmmmmm!" moaned Dad and I heard him swallow, just as another powerful jet of spunk refilled his mouth. "Fuuuuuuck! Oooooooh God!" I cried while my body shivered and shook as my orgasmic muscles squeezed out the last few jets and dribbles of cum, leaving me drained and washed out. Dad let go of my nicely cleaned penis and stood up, swallowing again and licking his lips. "You. Are. Tasty!" he said with emphasis, "That was the best mouthful I've had in ages, I reckon!" "You're good too," said, still panting lightly, "That was brilliant!" "Right then -- your turn," said Dad, "I'm so hard I could tear a hole in my jeans! Get him out for me!" Now it was alright Dad saying all this but I'd never really handled another cock before I'd touched his and as for sucking one.....wow! Dutifully I got down on my knees and unzipped Dad's jeans while he helped by undoing his belt and top button. Moments later his jeans fell to the floor leaving his underpants-clad cock for me to expose. Tentatively I reached up and put my hand on his penis, feeling the stiffness and heat from it -- and although I was scared, I was also excited beyond rational care. I squeezed it, eliciting a deep groan from Dad and then I carefully grasped his waistband and pulled his pants down. And there before me was this magnificent beast -- a ramrod of flesh and steel, jerking slightly as I looked and already dribbling precum. Now I was on eye-level with it I saw that Dad had trimmed his pubic hair -- pleasing to discover. Much as I wasn't sure if I wanted a mouthful of cock, I definitely didn't really fancy a mouthful of wiry pubes! I took hold of his shaft feeling it jerk as I touched it. It felt so strong, so powerful and yet so adorable. I held it towards me and rubbed it against my cheek, feeling the slipperiness of his precum spread over my skin. Dad groaned above me..... "You going to suck it for me?" he asked and at that point I realised that I'd just love to do so! Briefly I looked up at Dad's downturned face before I nodded, opened my mouth and simply pulled his penis inside! He was delicious! Slightly salty, twangy, tasty......nothing nasty at all. I pulled him out of my mouth and used my tongue around his knob, collecting a new discharge of precum before it got lost. Another lovely taste -- more a sensation than a real flavour -- this was wonderful! I absorbed his cock once more, now using my hand up and down his shaft as well as my lips and Dad started groaning and panting. "That's good, son, oh that's good!" he groaned, "You'll get me cumming soon. Don't stop!" I had no intention of stopping -- this was so sexually exciting that there was no way I could have stopped now. It almost felt as if it was me who was about to cum; I was out of control as Dad's orgasm neared! "Nearly there," groaned Dad, "Keep doing that.....yeahhhh -- yeahhhh! Oh God -- yeahhhh!" I tightened my grip as I wanked him and worked my tongue over his knob faster and harder and in moments he was there! I felt Dad tense up all over -- then suddenly a massive wave of cum splashed into my mouth -- very quickly followed my a second one! "Fuuuuuck -- yeahhhhhh!" groaned Dad, as his body and cock jerked at me time and again, each pulse sending yet more cum up his rigid shaft. Cum squirted from the corners of my mouth before I thought to swallow -- then another bolt of cum filled my mouth again! I swallowed once more -- a delicious taste of Dad's essence; a spicy, slightly salty flavour. His cum felt thick and sticky and had coated my mouth liberally before sliding down my throat -- but it was a delicacy nonetheless. No chef could have equalled the warmth, the textures and the flavours. Reluctantly I let his penis slide from my mouth, inspecting it carefully to see if I'd left any cum on it. I stood up, streams of cum hanging from my chin -- I must have looked a mess -- but a happy one! Dad smiled at me as he lifted his fingers and gathered his cum from my chin. One dribble he gave to me to lick up -- the second he enjoyed himself. "Awesome son!" he said, looking very contented, "You certainly know how to suck a cock!" "Never done it before," I admitted, "Never even wanted to." "First time for everything," he said, "Did you enjoy it though?" "It was incredible," I said cheerfully, "Just loved the feeling and the way you squirted and the taste and everything! Can we do it again, please?" "Haha haha!" chortled Dad, "Give me a bloody chance to recover! Anyway, it must be time we took a run." He pulled up his jeans and did up his zip. "Spoilsport!" I groaned in mock misery, as I pulled my shorts back on, "Yeah -- alright then, better get into our Robin and Batman outfits." Dad clapped me on the back and pushed me towards the door and we nonchalantly sauntered back up the garden to the house. There we headed to our respective rooms to dress for our run and in a couple of minutes I was in the lounge, having made sure I had some tight underwear on under my shorts, where Dad soon joined me. One glance told me that Dad had taken the same precaution. "Ok -- let's start easy -- what about down to the river and back -- that'll make a round trip of what, four miles or so, won't it?" he said and I readily accepted his suggestion. And off we went into the gathering dusk at a steady clip -- nothing too energetic first time out..... On and on we ran, fortunately almost entirely on pavements and with street lighting coming on to light our way as darkness began to fall, soon it seemed, we were at the river. We stopped briefly before turning and starting back the way we'd come -- possibly a bit faster this time. But we were both pretty fit and the homeward leg felt quite easy....although by the time we got home we were both sweating profusely. "Good one!" said Dad, logging our time on a notepad he'd put ready, "Time for a good cool shower! See you later!" "Cheers Dad," I said as I headed to my end of the house where the second bathroom was. Dad had installed a basic shower for us kids some years ago so that he and Mum could have the main shower to themselves. I entered and stripped down, sweaty steam rising from me in waves of funk! 'Pooh!' I thought, 'Perhaps I'd better do without those underpants next time.' I'd got the water running and stepped into the bath, allowing the cooling stream from the shower to wash away the sweat and odours when I heard the door open and close. I looked around and there was Dad. "What are you doing here?" I asked, shielding my privates from him -- despite our earlier intimacy. "Your mum's buggered our shower up somehow," he said. "She's had to go out to pick up some stuff from her agency boss but she's left a note to say that it won't work....and it doesn't. I'll have a go at it tomorrow but in the meanwhile I'm going to use yours." So saying he slid his tight shorts down and off and stripped off his t-shirt and there he was right next to me, completely naked. "That's better already," he said and he rubbed his hand vigorously over his groin, "Things can hang properly now!" I couldn't help it -- I just became erect in seconds as I looked at him. A solid hunk of a man, his muscular chest and belly well hair-covered; his leg muscles standing firm and solid; his waist well defined and above all, his cheerful face smiling at me. He was enough to make anyone melt and I did just that, except for my cock which went rock hard instead! Immediately Dad's penis began to swell and rise and a few moments later he too was sporting a rigid erection. His smile grew wider. "Oh yes -- still horny are we?" he said. "Huh -- you can talk!" I replied gently stropping my cock, "Are you then?" "I am now I'm with you," said Dad, "We'd better have a shower first though and then see what energy we've got left." "Sounds like fun," I said, looking forward now to the nearness of my Dad's cock and body. "Come on then -- make room," he said as he stepped into the bath with me. We jostled for a place to stand, our penises rubbing against each other's thighs and eventually we arranged ourselves and the flexible shower hose and spray to our liking and began the mutual task of soaping each other. Before long we were both liberally lathered up, back and front. I'd been taken aback when Dad worked his hand down over my bum and into my crack, but then I realised that I probably stank down there too so I needed soaping everywhere. And understanding the need, I reached down and slid my hand down Dad's crack. As I did so I felt him push back at my hand, tilting his hips so that I reached further down. And then I felt it -- his arsehole, all crinkled and tight under my finger. I swirled my finger around it to clean any residual smells and Dad groaned. "Ooooh yessss -- I like that!" he said into my shoulder, "Clean inside too, please." That was going a bit too far for me. "Nah -- you do it," I said, chickening out. Dad pulled me to him so he could reach behind me. "Look, this is how it feels -- this is how to do it," he said and before I could react his fingers slid down and over my own arsehole. I jerked away but he followed and pressed at my flesh. "Let it happen," said Dad, "You need to be clean everywhere anyway." I was quivering now with something akin to fright but also excitement but Dad held me tight as he probed. Soon his finger was pushing into my puckered opening, sliding easily on a coating of suds. I sucked in a breath as I felt it penetrate deeper -- scared I still was, but my cock was enjoying it though! My penis was hard up against my Dad's abdomen and in return I could feel his erection rubbing against me -- it felt wonderful and completely took my mind off my arse for a minute. "Got to get you nice and clean," said Dad, his finger now pushing well inside me -- and somehow it now felt good -- weird but good! "Oooh yes Dad -- got to be clean," I groaned, "Inside and out please!" "Turn round," said Dad, removing his finger, "I'll be able to rinse you off then." So I turned and moments later Dad had his finger back there pushing well up into my hole. I shuddered with a strange feeling of sexual perversion -- this had never been part of any sexual activity of mine and it was alien to me. But I wasn't complaining! Then I felt another touch on my arse -- Dad must be going to use both hands, I thought, but no! Instead he once again removed his finger and now touched my arse with something else -- something that felt firm yet pliable. 'Oh my God -- he's trying to get his cock up me!' I thought in something like panic. "Relax, take it easy," said Dad, still pushing gently, "Let it happen -- bend over a bit and relax your arsehole." The sensations were actually making me push my arse back towards Dad -- somehow my body was responding with little help from me -- somehow my body seemed to want this to happen. "What do I do Dad," I groaned, feeling his cock nuzzling into my hole. "Push outwards with your muscles -- your sphincter muscles," said Dad and I did. Immediately his soapy cock head sank into me...... "Aaaaahhhh!" I cried as I was stretched uncomfortably, "Careful -- careful....that hurts!" "Sorry son," said Dad, "Let me leave him there for a bit -- you'll soon feel ok." Long seconds passed as we both just stood and breathed heavily before Dad began to move again. "I'll try again," he said, "I'm already inside -- this bit should get easier and better." And it did -- suddenly I felt Dad's penis just slide and slide up into my welcoming hole. "Oooooh," I groaned as he filled me up, "Ooh I like that!" "Knew you would," said Dad, pressing his penis into me, "Once we got past the getting in bit." For a few more moments we just stood there, now locked together. "What now Dad?" I asked. "Now, I'm going to fuck your arse," said Dad as he slid his cock almost all the way out of me, "Now I'm going to fill you with my cock and my spunk." "Oooh! Waaaa!" I cried as he slammed his large penis right back up inside me. "Oh Dad, Dad, take it easy, please," I cried as Dad held my shoulders and thrust into me time and again. "Can't stop," he grunted, "Too good -- ooooo fuck -- you're so tight!" I gritted my teeth, knowing that I was big and strong enough to resist if I wanted to -- but somehow I didn't -- somehow I wanted the pain to continue........and then suddenly I realised that it wasn't painful. Suddenly I realised that instead there was a great feeling of wonderful fullness and of sexual excitement and a growing warmth inside me. "Oh Daddy!" I cried, for some reason now feeling like a small child as he violated my arsehole. "Getting good?" asked Dad, "Feel how far up inside you I am!" "I can -- you're way up there," I replied, now pushing my arse back at his thrusts, "Come on Daddy, give it to me!" "Fuck! Fuuuuck! Fuuuuuck!" went Dad as he kept sliding his penis into me, "Oooooh fuuuuck -- getting there -- getting there!" His thrusts were becoming faster and if anything harder -- certainly his cock felt larger now as he upped the tempo and raced towards his climax. Faster and faster he thrust; he was panting hard now as well and his hands were gripping my hips hard as he pulled me towards his power-driven cock. "Yeah -- yeah -- yeah!" he cried, "Aaaaaaaa! Uuuuugh! Yeahhhhh!" I felt his penis shudder way up inside me as his final thrust sent him over the top. Warmth flooded my rectum, warmth that spread and repeatedly renewed as jet after jet of his steamy hot sperm filled me up. "Oh Daddy!" I cried, "I'm cumming too!" And I was -- no hands -- just the power of his cock setting me off. Dad wrapped his hands round my cock and helped me to expel the last few squirts of cum over the tiled wall as his own orgasm died down as well. We stood there, both quivering with emotion and partial exhaustion, our legs wobbly, our breaths coming fast, our hearts beating even faster. "Oh son, I love you," said Dad with feeling, "I knew we were close but not this close!" "Never expected us to be doing this," I said, "But I'm not complaining. Wow -- that was something else!" Slowly Dad pulled his penis from my arsehole and as I looked under my arm I could see his cock, still long but no longer entirely hard, covered in his slimy slippery spunk. "Enjoyed it? Sorry if it hurt at first -- won't be so bad next time!" Dad said, turning me around with his hands on my hips. Then he silenced me by pulling me to him and giving me a big kiss -- mouth to mouth! I was shocked and yet thrilled; my cock jerked and started to rise again as Dad's tongue explored my mouth and twisted against mine. He pulled away just as I felt his own penis stiffen once more against me. "Enjoy that too?" he asked with a silly grin on his face and I nodded. He looked down at my partial erection and grasped it and in seconds my cock was rigid once more. "Not so fast!" he said, gently caressing my cock, "Don't have to wear each other out right now. Let's have a quick once over with the soap and water again and get out of this shower -- we'll look like prunes!" A few minutes later we were clean once more and were drying each other -- a task not made easier by the presence of two towering erections. "You do want some more do you?" Dad asked and I nodded vigorously. This was one experience that now that I'd tasted it, simply demanded that I have another taste. "Later then," he said, "Or tomorrow down in the shed?" "I want you now Daddy," I groaned, grabbing hold of his cock and pulling it towards me, "I want you to do it again!" "Nah -- you wait, son," Dad replied, "I don't mind you playing but let me recharge my balls, at least!" "Yeah, ok," I said reluctantly, "Come and see me tonight, please." "If your mum takes her sleeping pills as usual then I will," said Dad, "Now come on -- let's get out of here." With towels wrapped around us we headed to our rooms and there I threw myself onto my bed. 'Phew!' I thought, 'This has been one hell of a day! Talk about discovering! I've been places I never thought if before - wow!' Slowly I drifted off to sleep, dreaming all the while of towering cocks, spewing sperm and powerful thighs. Some noise must have woken me an hour or so later and I sat up. I was still naked (perhaps the cooling air had woken me) and my penis was still erect. I flexed my sphincter muscles and felt a slight wince of pain of run through me but it was a one-off spasm -- I felt fine all over. I threw on my sleeping shorts and jacket and headed to the lounge where Mum and Dad were, Mum with her head buried in some brochures and other documents; Dad with his head in a magazine. Mum waved at me in an offhand way while Dad put down his magazine. "Nearly came to wake you," he said, "Wondered if you wanted any supper?" "It's alright Dad, I'll get my own," I said affably, "Stay there, I'll be fine." I wandered into the kitchen and soon found enough left-overs and bits to make a good meal. 'What to drink?' I wondered....'Let's have a beer.' I stretched up to reach down a glass and as I did so I almost jumped as a pair of hands grasped my waist. "Just thought I'd see if I could help," said Dad quietly and as I came back down off my tiptoes I felt something hard slide up the cleft of my arse. I put my hand behind me and sure enough it was Dad's penis in his pyjamas, doing it's best to drill a hole in me! "Now who's eager?" I chuckled, "You'll have to wait!" "Wish I could take you right here and now!" he said, rubbing his hard cock up and down my arse, "God -- you've turned me on big time!" "Wish I could let you!" I replied, letting my arse squirm around to try to trap his penis, "Later then -- will you be coming to see me?" "Try to stop me," Dad growled, still doing his best to dry hump me, "Hmmm -- better find something else to do or he'll never go down!" He busied himself with the task of fixing himself another drink before we trouped back into the lounge, Dad with his drink and me with a drink and a plateful of grub. We sat and let the news unfold on the TV as we drank and ate; just enjoying relaxing and being near each other. Eventually Mum chucked down her paperwork and stood up. She stretched and winced. "Oooh -- too much bloody work," she groaned, "I've gone all stiff." Dad looked at me and winked before flashing his eyes down to his groin where the remnants of his own stiffness could still be seen from my angle. "Take some painkillers and a sleeping pill," said Dad, "Or do you need a massage?" "No -- I'm too tired for that -- I'll stick to the pills," Mum replied, "I'll take them in a minute and then I'll have a shower and after that I'll just about fall asleep, I hope." Do Wah Daddy, Daddy! "Alright darling," said Dad, "I'll leave you to it. Goodnight then, sweetheart." "Night to you both," said Mum, tiredly waving to us as she went, "Sleep tight." "We will," we both answered...... "Ok, my boy, we'll give her twenty minutes and then I'll shut down here, unless you want to sit up," said Dad, "Then I'll go and have a shower and you can have one too, can't you, and then I'll come and say goodnight to you!" "I'll be ready!" I said, "Hey -- I thought your shower didn't work." Dad chuckled. "Good story, wasn't it! Just needed an excuse to share with you!," he sniggered, "Now, what can we watch to pass the time?" Eventually I found some inane program that wouldn't tax our brains and we watched it or rather the program ran but we weren't really with it. Instead we were getting worked up! Dad and I had moved closer together on the soft comfy settee and now his hand lay down my naked thigh. Gently he rubbed up and down and I found myself clenching my thigh muscles, which in turn made me pull up with my pelvic muscles and I realised that it was making my arsehole pulse! And now I found myself pushing my groin upwards to encourage Dad to move his hand. And eventually he did. Finally -- his hand moved up and found my throbbing penis. He squeezed it as he moved his hand up and down my length and I groaned as he did so. "Let me feel you as well," I said, my hand searching his groin, "Oooh yes -- fuck me you're hard!" I'd found his cock stretched out down the leg further from me and I grasped it through the soft material. It was hot and rigid and throbbing as I held it. "Let me get it out," I asked, fumbling at his fly. "No -- no -- I want yours first," said Dad, as he explored and found my penis, "I want to save my cum for your arse!" Soon my pyjama shorts were round my knees and my erection was being held and wanked by Dad. His gentle hand played over my knob and up and down my shaft, causing my penis to jerk wildly from the sensations of another man's hand -- he'd certainly got the touch! A few minutes later and Dad moved slightly away from me, not relinquishing his grasp on my cock though -- then he leaned towards me and dropped his head into my lap. Moments later I felt his warm soft mouth engulf my knob and I suddenly found myself gasping for breath and quivering all over. "Ooooooh Dad, that's lovely!" I moaned as he let my cock slide deep into his welcoming mouth. Soon he was bouncing his head up and down, sucking at my cock for all he was worth and I was having trouble seeing straight, I was so aroused! "Don't stop now, Dad," I cried as I felt spasms of an impending orgasm thrill me, "I'm gonna cum soon!" He lifted his mouth from my penis briefly and looked at me. "Yes son, cum for me -- I want your cum in my mouth, please," he said and he lowered his head once more. A little while later and I knew there was no turning back! "Aaaaagh -- nearly there Dad -- nearly there!" I groaned as I felt my cock swell and my balls contract, "Aaaaaagh -- yessssss! Oh yessss!" I hissed as I felt a powerful pulse of sperm erupt from my cock. Dad breathed in quickly as my first and second jets loaded his mouth with sperm. He swallowed noisily and was ready to take the remains of my ejaculation -- another three healthy jets and several smaller dribbles. Panting as heavily as if I'd just fucked someone, I lifted Dad's head from my now super-sensitive cock. There was a blob of spunk on his chin which he collected on a finger. He looked at it and held it out to me. "Sample for you!" he said, "Sorry there isn't more!" I licked it off his finger and swallowed it, trying to compare it to Dad's cum but it was obviously an insufficient sample -- I needed more, both from him and myself. I looked down at my cock which still reared enthusiastically from my groin and wrapping a hand round it I milked another little squirt from it which I soon conveyed to my mouth. 'Mmmmm -- definitely tasty,' I thought, 'But different to Dad's? Dunno -- have to find out!' I put my not yet quiescent penis back into my shorts with some difficulty and stood up. Oh well, we'd killed the half hour 'waiting time' and it was almost certainly safe for Dad to pay me a visit in my own room -- but first he had to shut everything down, lock up and then make sure that Mum was really asleep. I looked at Dad with his tented pyjamas and smiled. "See you soon," I whispered, now getting well into this 'man thing', "I'll be ready for you!" Alone in my room I stripped my pyjamas off and paraded in front of my mirror. I turned round as far as I could, looking over my shoulder at my arse and although I was no connoisseur, it looked inviting to me. That was one thing I noticed from my assorted exercises; that my arse had remained tight and compact and at this moment I felt pleased that it was also desirable. Strange thought that, because until the last few days, I'd had no inclination to be even vaguely interested in anal sex.....especially not using MY arse! But now, my inspection complete I fished out my partially used tube of lube and squirted a streak of it onto my fingers. I squatted down and reaching between my legs I slapped it onto my arsehole, my finger almost immediately sliding into my hole, such was my eagerness to have something up there again! I cleaned my fingers on my towel which I now placed by the bed with the lube and some tissues, then threw myself onto the bed. I lay there on my back, anxiously awaiting Dad and gently stropping my rock hard cock. I pulled my foreskin back as far as I could and admired my glowing, shiny, slippery, precum-coated knob while my breathing became erratic as anticipation of the events to come flowed through my mind -- God, I was never so eager and yet never so scared! Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime, I heard quiet footsteps outside my door and a moment later it opened -- and there was Dad. He was in his pyjama shorts -- and that was all and the evidence of his arousal was clear to see -- a huge tent and a damp patch as well. I smiled a welcome to him and rubbed my cock a bit faster. "Sorry son, had to sit on the pot and I had a quick wash too," he said as he approached me, "And don't worry about Mum -- she's out of it." "Strip off then Dad," I said, eager to see my father's lean and muscular body once more -- eager to see his lovely erection again. He did so -- his cock rearing hard and proud from his groin. Already it was visibly wet with precum and as I reached out and touched it, it jerked and let out another trickle of viscous fluid. I almost groaned as I ran my fingers through it and spread it out over his knob. Dad looked down at me -- my massively stiff cock quivering with excitement and what he said next took me completely by surprise. "That looks so fucking good, son," he said, "Do you fancy getting it up me?" Waaaaa! I'd hardly expected to be able to fuck my Dad -- I'd thought that he was the 'top' -- the dominant partner-in-crime, but my cock wasn't bothered with such worries. It jerked hard as the thought reached my little brain and I felt my whole body tingle. "Can I?" I asked incredulously, "You going to let me fuck you, Dad?" "Well, I'll do the work," he said, "You lay there and I'll sit on you -- ok?" "Oooh yeah Dad," I groaned, "The KY's on the cupboard if you need some." "Definitely going to need some to get your cock up me!" said Dad smiling and reaching for the lube. A few moments later and he was repeating the actions I'd carried out as I'd anointed myself, then with a tissue he wiped off the excess. "Got to get that load out of you, son," he said as he climbed astride me, his erection bobbing and waving at me as he approached me, "You're too excited! We need to empty your balls regularly!" "Oh yeaaaah Dad, please," I groaned as I felt his body make contact with mine. "Don't panic -- you'll get my arse soon enough!" he said and I watched him lowering himself towards me. I held my cock up so he could drop onto it and then his buttocks were touching and pressing against it. Gently I moved my penis around until I felt the depression of his arsehole, then I held it still. "That's it," Dad said, "Spot on target -- coming down!" I felt more pressure on my cock; then a sudden slipping, penetrating feeling; then Dad stopped. "Ok -- you're in me -- just the head, and it's a bloody tight fit," he said, wincing slightly, "Let me get my bearings and my breath and I'll push harder." I could feel the tightness of his sphincter muscles around my knob and I could also feel the heat from his body, both of which served to stiffen my erection even more, then I heard Dad take a deep breath. Moments later his body pressed down once more, this time with his whole weight -- and just like that, I slid through the tight ring guarding his hole. There was just a smooth sensation of something warm and tight and slippery sliding down the length of my cock until suddenly the solidity of Dad's buttocks came to rest on my groin. "Shiiiiiit!" said Dad, "You've got it all in me.....didn't mean to do that!" "You ok though?" I asked; concern in my voice. "In a minute I will be," Dad replied, "Just took me by surprise!" "And me," I retorted, flexing my cock inside my father. "Ooooh fuck -- don't do that!" Dad said, "That's nice -- too nice!" I jerked my penis again and this time I felt Dad's hole tighten around my shaft. "It must be twenty-five years since I had a cock inside me," said Dad, "Still remember it and yours brings back so many memories. Fuck -- they were good times!" I felt Dad begin to move on my pole; his hips were shifting backwards and forwards; his muscles tightening and squeezing me. In return I started to thrust upwards at him and together we began to work up a good rhythm. Soon Dad was bouncing ardently; his still-hard cock bouncing too and dribbling precum onto my abdomen. He was breathing faster now with his exertion and his arse was working hard to extract my essence -- squeezing and pulsating round my penis, faster and faster. "You going to let me cum inside you?" I asked as I continued to thrust my cock hard into Dad. "Oh yeah -- don't want to waste it," he panted, "Going to cum soon?" "Won't be long at this rate," I said as Dad's hole tried to tear my cock off, "Oooh fuck Dad, ooooh that's good!" And then there came that moment; the moment of release that you've been working to reach and which, now that it's arrived you don't want to let go.....I held my breath. "You cumming?" asked Dad looking down at me and I nodded rapidly. "Good -- fill me up!" he pleaded, "Give me your load -- pump it up me!" "Yeahhhhhhh -- oh God -- here it cums!" I groaned at last, "Ah! Ah! Aaaaaaah!" Spunk leapt from my cock; blasting into Dad's rectum; splattering the walls of his arsehole; pooling around my cock as I drove it into him. "Oooooh yeahhhhh! Oooooh yeahhhhh!" I groaned as my spunk erupted again and again until the last spasms of orgasm contorted my face and my body and finally it was done -- I was drained! Dad had now lowered himself onto my groin so that my cock was as deeply embedded inside him as it could go. It was still quivering and jerking inside him but they were the final death-throes of my climax. I was panting hard and sweating too "Ooooh Dad," I said, "I needed that -- thanks Dad." "I needed that too," said Dad as he lifted himself off me, "Felt good -- long time no cock!" A generous blob of cum and Dad's anal fluids splattered onto my abdomen. "Ooops!" said Dad, "I leaked!" I grabbed some tissues and cleaned myself up as Dad climbed off the bed. He stood there, his erection still rampantly waving at me. "Got me nice and worked up for your arse!" he said, chuckling quietly. 'Oh fuck!' I thought, 'This is what I've been waiting for!' "I'm all ready Dad -- I lubed myself before you came in," I said, He reached over the bed and slid his hand over my thigh and between my legs, pushing my swollen balls out of the way. I felt his fingers explore my arsehole, sliding inside briefly. "Feels fine!" Dad said, wiping his fingers on the towel, "Nice and tight and warm and slippery!" "Mmmmmm!" I agreed, "And all for you!" Dad climbed back onto the bed and looked at me. "Roll over -- get on your knees," he commanded, "I want to fuck you from behind." I scrambled to obey -- not that I was scared, but I was eager to let him fuck me and soon I was thrusting my arse out with my hole at the ready. "I'll take it easy at first," he said, "Let me know if it hurts....." Soon I felt his cock nuzzling at my hole and I pushed my anus outwards to help him penetrate me. I felt Dad move his knees closer to me and then there was more pressure on my hole and suddenly he slipped inside. "Ooooh Daddy!" I cried, once again feeling and sounding like a little kid, "Ooooh Daddy, yesssss!" "Didn't hurt did it?" he asked as he pulled his cock out of me, "Tried to be gentle. Be better now I've opened you up." "Ohhh Daddy -- no it's fine -- do that again!" I moaned as he pushed his cock back into me and withdrew it again. And this time he slammed his cock into me -- sliding deep up my rectum. "Waaaah!" I cried as my arse was stretched suddenly, "Oooooooo, aaaaah!" He pulled his cock out of me once more. "What's the matter," he said, "Don't you want me to do that? "Oh yes Daddy, please," I groaned, "Do that, do that.....aaaaah! Daddy! Daddy!" He'd slammed deep into me again -- then he suddenly froze. "Fuck!" he exploded, galvanized into sudden action, "Cumming already!" I felt him jerk wildly inside me and he thrust hard; his body quivering. "Oh God -- yeahhhh!" he cried, "Cummming!" And up inside me that wonderful warm glow seemed to spread out as his penis squirted bolt after bolt of hot sperm into my body. Under me my cock spewed its load onto the bedclothes, untouched and unaided -- streaks of cum spraying powerfully from the tip. "Oh yeah! Fuckin' hell -- wow, that was something!" said Dad, "No way did I mean to cum so quickly -- sorry about that!" Actually I was as tired as if he'd been fucking me for hours and just as content. "Lovely Dad, that was lovely," I moaned weakly, feeling Dad pulling his penis from my overheated hole. He stayed right behind me and I looked over my shoulder to see him sliding his hand up and down his still rigid cock. "What's up Dad -- need some more?" I asked, feeling suddenly reinvigorated as I waggled my arse at him. "Fuckin' right!" he said, "I'm coming right back for seconds!" A moment later his cock once again was nudging my arsehole..... "Ready?" said Dad and he thrust hard! "Oooooh! Yessss!" I cried, loving the feeling of being ravaged by my dad, "Do it again, do it! Do....! Waaaah! Daddy, Daddy!" Dad roared with laughter as his penis slid inside me. "Do -- Waaaah -- Daddy -- Daddy!" he chortled -- then broke into song...... "Singin', "Do wah diddy diddy, dum diddy do. We're so happy and that's how we're gonna stay, Singin', "Do wah daddy daddy, dum diddy do!"