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John and JJ Ch. 01

By: honeycoatedslut



*Revised this slightly from the first posting*

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For the past five years, my Dad and I have been on our own. When my Mom died in a car accident when I was thirteen she seemed to take all the great things about our family with her. I remember the fun my Dad and I used to have together. We were always talking, laughing, and going to baseball games together. It's because of him that got into the sport. He cherished it so much and I wanted to excel at something he loved. I wanted to make him proud. These last couple of seasons it seems I've just used playing to get my mind off things at home. And now that my last was over all I had left to do was concentrate on graduating. 

I may be John senior's name sake but I'm pretty much a male version of my Mom. She's Cuban but had been in the US since she was a baby. I inherited her darker skin tone, jet black wavy hair and full lips. Hell I even got her perfect teeth. My Dad gave me his eyes though. Deep ocean blue. I guess I'm okay looking. I mean I never really gave it much thought until my friends would tell me how many girls, and even guys, kept staring at me. 'It's the eyes dude...you're like a magnet', they'd say. 

I'm pretty much built like my Dad. We're the exact same height at six two. When I was a kid I used to tell him all the time how I'd pass him up. Secretly I'm still hoping. We're both in great shape. Me from sports and I suppose being 18 doesn't hurt. And my dad has just always been active. He doesn't do all the outdoor stuff he used but he still hits the gym on a regular. Maybe he uses his gym time to get away from home too. He doesn't seem to want to be there any more than I do. Hell it's been five years you'd think he'd be mended by now. 

I watched my Dad go from this incredibly strong man to just a shell of the person I've always looked up to. I knew he'd been in so much pain living without Mom. I missed her too but somehow the support I got from our family and my friends helped me a lot. My Dad just kept fading. He put on enough of a front with others so they wouldn't coddle him. But when everyone else was gone, so was he. 

That's why I did everything I could to be the best son I could be. I wanted to make him happy. To help him get through the grief. I took care of the house, kept my grades up and stayed out of trouble. I didn't even date seriously. I only hooked up with enough girls to appease my dick. I didn't need the drama. I had too much going on at home. Things were so tense with us. Dad barely spoke to me as it was. And when he did he sounded like he was annoyed at everything I did. You'd think I would make me hate the man after all these years. But like I said, I knew he was in pain. I figured eventually he would come around. I couldn't help but love him more. I knew the man I used to know was in there...somewhere. 

"Yo JJ where you at man?" my friend Mark said, knocking me out of my thoughts. I hadn't even realized class was over.

"Sorry man, I just zoned out for a bit. What's up?" I asked while packing my books.

"Most of the seniors are going over to Sully's place. You coming?" Mark said, following me out the door. 

Our principle had given the honors seniors a surprise half day as a reward for our good work for the year. So about fifty of the seventy-eight graduating seniors got out by lunch time. Sully's parents were loaded so he threw together an impromptu party at their ranch. I thought about it for like half a second before answering, "No dude I need to head home. I got a ton of stuff that I need to get done for my Dad."

"Why am I not surprised. You know there's more to life than things you need to do for your Dad. You haven't even done shit social your whole senior year. And baseball games definitely don't count," Mark said sounding a bit pissed.

"I know. I know. I just...there's just a lot going on that you just wouldn't understand. I need to be there for him," I said almost shamefully. Mark and I said our good-byes in the student parking lot and I headed for my house. I figured I'd be able to finish the yard and start on the junk in the garage by the time my Dad got home from work. 

I was really surprised when I found Dad's car in the driveway as I pulled in. I got a little worried since I've never known him to come home this early. I went in through the kitchen and expected to see him sitting in the family room watching TV, but he was nowhere in sight. I put my stuff on the table and headed upstairs to check on him. 

I was about to call his name but half way up the stairs I heard grunting noises coming from his bedroom. I thought he may be hurt at first, but then the noises became more familiar. They were definitely sexual. Dad's got a woman in his room? I didn't hear any other voices, so I couldn't be sure. I tip-toed the rest of the way up the stairs, pausing at the top to make sure he didn't hear me. His door was ajar and I gently walked up to his door way. 

I honestly don't even know why I stood there or why I peeked in. I was just kind of trippin off the fact that my Dad was hooking up. I felt a bit like a dick for snooping, but I had to know who was in there with him.

The way his bed was situated I could only see it through the reflection in the large mirror on the dresser. I checked the reflection and I didn't see myself, so I hoped I was safe from getting busted. I saw my father lying naked on his back, alone, his hands furiously stroking his cock. I recoiled when I realized he was just jacking off. I felt bad for spying on such a private moment yet strangely relieved that he wasn't with some random chick. 

I turned and was about to sneak back downstairs when I could've sworn I heard him call out my name. I froze. Am I busted? Did he hear me or see me? 

"Oh God JJ," came again in a breathless whisper. I just stood there for a moment. Listening. More moans, more grunts. Then, "Oooh yess JJ fuck me," my dad bellowed.

I turned back to the door. I had to. I wanted to. I need to see what the fuck was going on. Why was he saying this? I'm I losing it? When I looked again at my Dad's reflection, my Dad was working a small dildo in his ass. I had to force myself from gasping out loud by putting my palm over my mouth. Why couldn't I stop looking? 

He started working the dildo faster and harder. I think he was trying to come...duh of course he was trying to come. "JJ, JJ, yes son, fuck me hard son," my Dad cried out. He grabbed his cock and stroked firmly while still working the dildo. He was moving faster. Panting. Swearing. Coming...hard. 

After the last spurts exited his cock, I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. I had sense enough to get out of there before his mind became aware of his surroundings. I quickly but quietly headed back downstairs. I gathered my backpack and keys and opened and closed the kitchen door a bit louder than usual. I figured I could just pretend I just got in and call to him so he'd know I was home. 

I hadn't even realized how hard I'd gotten until I felt a pain in my crotch. I squeezed my cock through my jeans. Wait...what the fuck? Am I seriously sporting major steel from watching my Dad get off? My mind was officially a fucking mess. Quickly I untucked my shirt to hide my hard-on. "Hey Dad," I called out from the kitchen, "You in here?" I took time to fumble with my book bag and keys, instead of going around the house looking for him. I knew he needed time to get himself together.

I made sure to stay in the kitchen and wait for him to come down. I busied myself by making a sandwich. When I heard him walking about upstairs I had a sudden flash of him hurrying to clean the cum off his chest...did he taste it? Fuck, did I really just think that? 

He finally came down after nearly ten minutes. His face was still flushed. He was so gorgeous. I couldn't help but stare at him for a moment. "What the hell are you doing home so early?" Dad snapped. He sounded weaker than usual. 

"Principle Edwards let the honor students go home early today. There's a party at the Sully's ranch but I thought I'd finish up with the yard and stuff instead of hanging with them," I responded hoping he didn't detect anything different in my voice. "What about you? You okay, Dad? I got a little worried when I saw your car". 

"I, uh, just decided to take a little time to myself that's all", he stammered. I could still smell the sex on him when past by me to get to the fridge. I felt my cock pulse. Fuck I was still solid as a rock. 

"That's good Dad", I answered still trying hard to sound somewhat normal. "You should take more time for yourself. You hungry? I could make you a sandwich?" God my nerves are shot.

"Yeah, sure," he said while studying his beer a bit too closely.

I looked at him briefly, his face was flushed, and his skin was still moist with sweat. I went ahead with making his sandwich. He stood just a couple feet away from me. Just sipping his beer. He was so quiet. So close. My heart was pounding so hard in my chest I just knew he could hear it. I couldn't push the images of him getting off out of my head. 

"John Jr?" Dad called. He startled me so bad I dropped the butter knife on the floor. "Son, what's the matter? You're shaking. Come sit down?" He ushered me quickly to a nearby bar stool. He held one hand on my chest and the other lightly on my lower back as he guided me down to the seat. "Geez your heart is beating a mile a minute. Are you okay?"

He was so sweet. He hasn't been like this with me in such a long time. I didn't even realize how hard I was breathing. I looked down at his hand on my chest and reached up to hold it. It was so warm..."I-I'm sorry Dad. My mind was just somewhere else and you just surprised me when you called my name. I'm fine really." 

I tried to sound as cool as possible but he was right...I was trembling all over. He moved his free hand to my forehead and cheek, checking my temperature. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I could smell the cum on his hand. I just inhaled that incredible scent. 

"John Jr.? Son? Are you sure you're okay?" his voice almost a whisper. "You're really starting to scare me a bit". 

I opened my eyes and grinned, "Yea Dad, I'm good." We held each other's gaze for a moment before his eyes lowered to my lips. He wanted to kiss me...I know he did. But instead he abruptly let go of my hand and face. He walked behind me and gave me a pat on the back. I just stayed in my seat as I heard him walk back upstairs. My cock, still hard enough to drive nails.

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The next couple of weeks I think my Dad avoiding me hard core. He'd stayed at work late most days or came in and went straight to his bedroom. I felt like shit because I was trying to get closer to him and this whole incident seemed to be driving us even farther apart. In a way though, I didn't mind it so much. I've been on a roller coaster of emotions. So conflicted about what I saw, how to feel about what I saw, how to stop getting boners from what I saw. It was the most erotic thing I've ever seen, but it was my Dad. The first guy I'd ever even thought about sexually and it's my fucking Dad. 

I really did my best not to think about it. But how could I not? His long muscled legs bent high, spread wide. The perfect view of his furred nut sack and the flesh colored dildo disappearing in and out of his hole. The flex of his ass cheeks as he rose and fell from the mattress. His long thick pole being stroked with a vengeance. And his voice...the sounds he made. I don't think I've heard anything so hot. I stopped jacking off to that vision after fifth day. I had too. It wasn't helping and I wasn't getting any closer to figuring out what to do about all of this. 

As much as I love my mother's face, I secretly wanted more of my father's rugged features. His square jaw line that was somehow always covered in five o'clock shadow. He had a prominent nose, but it was still well balanced on his face. He's got super curly dark brown hair, but he hates it so much, he keeps it cut so short you barely notice a bend in the hairs. And his eyes, when he smiled, were so warm you could get lost just staring into them. I remember how safe I felt just by looking into them. I grew up thinking he was the strongest man I ever knew. I still hold on to that. 

I suddenly realized his attraction to me might be why he's so distant. Jeez, I can only imagine how he's been beating himself up over this. Hell maybe it's Mom too. Maybe he's just lonely. I have to get him to talk to me. I'm going to college in the fall and I can't go away with all this distance between us. I don't even know where to start though.

I stayed after school on Friday doing some extra credit. I got home around five and Dad was home. When I came in I could see his head peeking up above his recliner in the family room. I guessed he was into the show he was watching because he didn't move or say anything when I came in. I put my stuff on the kitchen counter and went over to him.

"Dad?" I said quietly. He didn't move. He just took a deep breath. I moved around to face him. He had his elbows on his knees and head in his hands. He was crying quietly. "Oh my God, Dad...what's wrong?" I said kneeling in front of him. 

His head jerked up and he stood quickly from the chair. "What! Nothing! I, um, I'm fine. What the hell? They let you guys out early again?" he demanded. Clearly I'd shocked him and he was trying to clean his face and wipe the evidence of his tears.

"Dad I'm not early, I'm late. It's after five." I walked over to him and reached to touch is shoulder, "Dad what's wrong?" 

"Nothing, it's none of your damn business!" he yelled and jerked his arm away from me.

He started to walk away and I just lost it. I needed to get some answers. "Dad! Is it Mom? Is that why you're upset? I miss her too Dad. I know things haven't been as good since she died but Dad she wouldn't want you to keep going on like this," I pleaded. I've been trying to do everything I can to make things easier for you. And lately you act like you can't even stand to be around me. I don't know what else I can do to fix things with us. I just..." I couldn't speak anymore. The tears flooded and I broke down and fell into his chair and sobbed.

I don't know how long I sat there and cried but suddenly I felt my dad's hand on the back of my head, his fingers stroking my hair. "Oh son, none of this is your fault," Dad said. 

"Please Dad, just talk to me!" I looked up begging him with my tear streaked face. "Please Dad. I need you, I miss you. I want us to be close again like we used to." 

"I can't John Jr. There's something going on with me that is just too fucked up. I just can't talk to you about it. I'm...there's something wrong with me and I don't know how to fix it."

I knew he was talking about me. "Dad, you can talk to me. About anything. I'm not a baby anymore. I'm a man," I said softly trying to convince him to open up to me.

John Sr. just looked down at me and gave me a crooked smile and ran his finger tips through my wavy locks. "Trust me son, I know you're a man. You've grown into an amazing person." He took a finger and traced my hairline, from my forehead to my ear. 

I couldn't help but lean into his palm, I loved when he touched my face. "Thanks Dad. That means so much that you know that. I've done my best to make you proud of me." I stood up and threw my arms around him. He didn't return the embrace right away and for a moment I felt scared he didn't mean what he said. Maybe he was just trying to make me feel better. But slowly I felt his arms surround me...his palms on my back. Then squeezed for all it was worth. 

I buried my face in his neck and let the tears flow some more. I was just so happy to feel his strength. I was able to just let go again and be his kid. "It's okay JJ, I'm here son. I'm so sorry for everything. I'm so sorry," he professed softly. 

I pulled away and looked into his eyes. I couldn't believe he apologized to me. "Thanks Dad. I really appreciate that." I kissed his cheek and held him some more. Not wanting the moment to end. Dad's hands were stroking my back, it felt so soothing. All the tension and fear just melted out of me. God he smelled good. His body was so firm and warm. I licked my lips and tasted the salt from his cheek. My body shuttered. "Mmm, this is nice," I moaned. Fuck, did I say that out loud?

Dad froze. Yep, I said it out loud. He slowly pulled away and put some space between us. "Uh son, tell you what, why don't we, uh, order something or got out somewhere for dinner." 

He wouldn't look at me. Fuck! 

"We've been through a lot and we should just relax tonight. What do you say kid?" 

He was rambling and desperate for an exit. "Dad please", I said grabbing his forearm to stop him from leaving. He wasn't getting an out from me. "Can you tell me what's been going on with you? I'm not going to let it go and I don't think things are going to be right with us until you tell me. Whatever it is I can take it. Whatever it is, I'll still love you. I promise."

He took a few deep breaths. He lowered his head as if defeated and just nodded.

John and JJ Ch. 02



Dad walked to the kitchen and I followed. He went to the fridge and grabbed a couple of beers. I sat on a stool at the breakfast bar. He opened both and hand me one. He moved to stand at the opposite end of the counter, farthest from me. I didn't want to push him so I waited for him to speak. He took a while. He stood there with his eyes lowered, seemingly collecting his thoughts or maybe debating on whether to tell me at all. I never seen him look so conflicted and at some brief moments, pained. 

"Son, I know you said this before. But I really need to know if you mean it," Dad's voice quivered as he spoke. "Will you really still love me no matter what I have to say? I really can't bear to lose you over this."

"Dad I promise. I'm not going anywhere." I stared straight at his face, willing him to look at me so he could know I wasn't lying to him. Slowly he did. As if steeling himself, he took a deep breath and sat in the stool next to me. Even though he sat straight on, I swiveled my chair toward him. Our knees touched...I hope he doesn't move. 

"You know losing your Mom was hard on all of us. She was such a light and we really were the best of friends. When she was just suddenly gone, I didn't know what to do with myself...or you. Looking at you everyday all I saw was her. A constant reminder that she wasn't here anymore, that you were all that was left of her. I wanted to do the best thing and be there for you but I swear I was so broken I couldn't deal with it. You were just 13, just a boy. Your mom was only gone four months when you asked to go stay with your Aunt Elisa for the summer. I think even Elisa could tell in my voice when I called her that I needed some time alone. And I definitely knew you needed more than I could give you at the time."

"Yeah I remember talking to you about that. Even thought I wanted to go, I was scared to leave you. Did you know that?" 

"I did. You cried really hard the night before I drove you to her place. I hadn't tucked you in since you were eight yet you insisted I put you to bed that night. I felt I owed you that at least. So I just held you and we both ended up falling asleep," Dad smiled at the memory. 

"That was the last time you held me like that."

"I know, JJ. That night I dreamt of your Mom. I could smell her hair...even feel the soft curls tickle my nose. The skin on her back felt like silk. I dreamt I was grinding my um...well you know...on her butt. Then I...I woke up..." he bowed his head clearly ashamed to admit the rest.

I put my hand on his thigh just above his knee, "It's ok Dad. You can tell me the rest."

He took a deep breath and continued, "I woke up and found myself spooned against your back and my hand was rubbing the bare skin under your pajama top. My face was buried in the back of your neck and for a moment I thought it was her. Then looked down. And I was hard. His confession seemed to take so much out of him. He buried his face in his hands and tried to contain the tears that suddenly flowed from his eyes. 

He was so upset, but he seemed determined to get everything out. I got up fast and quickly fixed your PJs top. I swear I've never been so happy you were a hard sleeper as I was that night," he said with an unfunny chuckle.

Dad told me how ashamed he was. He choked up even more. "Dad, it's okay. I'm sure it was just a physical reaction. It could've happened to anyone," I said rubbing my hand up and down his back, trying to calm him. 

"No! You don't get it!" he yelled and pushed my hand away. He looked at me for the first time since sitting down, "I never stopped wanting you!" He got of his seat and started paced the kitchen floor. "When you got back from Elisa's I couldn't stop thinking about you. I had to push you away even more because I couldn't stand what I was feeling and thinking. I couldn't stop it. And I didn't want...I didn't want to do anything bad to you. I couldn't live with myself if I ruined you that way."

"Dad calm down. It's okay. You didn't do anything bad to me. I'm here and I'm fine," I stood in front of him so he would stop moving. I've never seen him so upset before. He was so mad at himself for what he was feeling. 

"How can you be fine JJ, when you own father wants to...wants to..."

"Fuck me?"

His eyes darted to mine and he gasped. He held my gaze for several moments before nodding. "Yes," his answer coming out with the breath he was holding.

For the first time he briefly let me see the hunger he'd concealed for so long. His lip quivered as if he wanted to further berate himself for allowing the slip. He tried to look away from me, but I wouldn't let him. I reached out and took his face in my hand. "Dad, don't look away from me. Please?" I said. I didn't recognize my own voice it was so full of desire. I wouldn't let myself question what I was feeling for my Dad at that moment. I just let myself feel...and it felt so...so right. 

His eyes rose to meet mine. His face flashing so many emotions. Shocked that I was touching him, excitement from my being so close and most definitely desire. Dad wanted this so bad. And I wanted to give him everything he wanted. Everything he needed. My thumb traced his bottom lip, which quivered more at my touch. I pulled his face closer and he took in sharp breath just before I brushed his lips with my own. Tasting just a little. I heard as soft moaned and I barely felt the slight pucker of his mouth. I went in for a little more. I traced his upper lip with my tongue and he opened up for me. As if that tiny lick was the permission he needed to fully participate. 

Fuck it, I'm going for it. I put my arms around his neck dove into his mouth with abandon. I had to taste every part of the warm and wet cavern. I never had anything succulent. He captured my tongue and sucked it and I swear I thought I was going to pass out from a sudden lack of oxygen. My mind suddenly became fully aware of the fact I was kissing the man who gave me my life. The man who I want nothing except to make happy. The man I loved more than anything. 

I sank into his mouth and lost myself in the caress of his hands and strong embrace of his arms. He gripped my waist and pulled me in closer causing our now stiff poles to grind deeper into each other. We both released a muffled whine as a result. I'd never been so turned on from just a kiss in my life. I gripped the back of his head trying to devour him even more. I literally forgot the rest of the world existed. 

When I felt Dad's hand on the bare skin of my back, my breath hitched and I broke our kiss. His eyes shown briefly with panic but I nodded quickly to let him know it was okay. "Just needed a breath," I said and captured his mouth once more. He caressed the span of my back, leaving a trail of heat with each new area he traveled. He sent sensations through me that were so foreign to me it was making my head spin. I moved from his lips partially to get more oxygen but also because I wanted to taste more of him. I left a moist path down his neck and licked his salty flesh. I just couldn't get enough of his flavor. 

"Oh God JJ, that feels incredible. I've wanted this so much. I can't believe you're letting me touch you this way. That you're touching me this way. You don't even seem the least bit freaked out," he chuckled. "Wait a minute," he said pulling away to look at me. "Why aren't you the least bit freaked out?"

I tried to play it off like I was just hiding my shock well, but I never was good at lying to my father. He knew I was bullshitting from the start and demanded I tell him the truth. "Okay Dad, the truth is, I was shocked and completely freaked...when I first found out."

"What do you mean when you first found out?" Dad said pulling himself away from me.

"Dad, please don't be mad at me but it was an accident. I didn't mean to snoop or invade your privacy."

"I think it's time you start talking mister," John Sr. commanded.

I told him what happened when I got home early and thought he was with a woman. "Dad you have to understand, I was walking away when I saw it was just you, but then I heard you call my name and I couldn't help but turn around. When I saw you with the toy and heard you say you wanted me to fuck you I just...I don't know, I just froze. I couldn't look away," I confessed.

"Jesus, I can't believe this! So what'd you do after, sneak back down and pretend to just come home?"

I nodded. "But Dad, listen. I did freak out and I was confused and even scared. But most of all I was turned on like I've never been before. You remember how I dropped the knife and was shaking so bad?" He nodded. "That's why. My cock was like steel. And then you came down and stood right next to me and you were still sweating and you looked amazing. My God Dad, I could still smell the sex on you. I swear I almost fainted because that scent was so good." 

Dad shook his head, "I really didn't want you to find out that way, JJ. What you must've gone through." 

"I told you Dad, I'm a big boy. I got over being freaked out pretty quick. I was even glad I didn't see much of you right after because I wasn't sure I could look at you without giving myself away. It was on my mind so much I started trying to think of ways to get you to talk to me about it. I mean I still thought you may have fantasized about me because you were just lonely." I moved in closer and slipped my arms around his waist. "I'm sorry Dad, please don't be upset with me." I needed him to forgive me. I needed him close. I kissed his cheek and he returned one of his own. Apology accepted. 

One of our stomachs started to growl and we busted out laughing. "Pizza?" Dad suggested. 

"I'm already dialing," I laughed as I grabbed my cell phone to place the order. 

Dad and I sat on the floor in the family room eating pizza, drinking beer and just catching up like friends who haven't seen in years. Actually, it was exactly that. We hadn't shared this much of our lives in so long. For a while we avoided the obvious topic of us, but I had questions. "Dad, would it be a stupid question to ask if you were gay?"

"Not stupid, but I don't know if I could answer yes or no. I mean I still find women attractive. But since I developed feelings toward you, I thought maybe I was bi. I did do a little bit of exploring one night, just to test things out. But I didn't get the same need to be with him again as I feel about needing to be with you now."

I blushed.

"What about you?" Dad asked. "I mean I know I wasn't that attentive, but I don't recall ever seeing you bring a girl around."

"I brought around a few, when I knew you wouldn't be here. I never got serious with anyone though, just hooked up a few times. But that was just because I was too preoccupied with things here to be bothered. Until I saw you that day, I never even thought about another guy that way. I mean you know I'm surrounded by cocks in the shower at school at the time, but it was just like whatever, you know? I don't really know what that means."

"Neither do I Junior."

"So Dad, exactly what did you do when you were 'exploring'?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

He laughed and cringed from the question I'm sure he was hoping I didn't ask. "Well, I'm not going to go into gory detail, but like I said it was only once. And it was with a friend, Stephen. I've known him since college and he's gay. He was in town for that week for a bunch of meetings or something and he asked me to have dinner with him the day before he was due to leave. I'm sure it was an innocent invite but I actually thought it would be a good opportunity for me to test the waters, so to speak.

"So we had dinner at one of the hotel restaurants, and during I decided to tell him that I thought I might be bi. I told him how over the years, I'd developed a yearning to be with a man but I didn't want to just go out and fuck someone I didn't know. So I just asked Stephen if he would be interested in showing me what it was like to make love to a man."

"Wow, and he just said yes? Just like that?" Please give details, please give details. 

"Pretty much. I mean, Stephen is an awesome guy so I knew I could be totally honest with him without things being weird between us. So we went up to his room and talked for a little while about what I wanted to do and the basic anatomy of gay sex. He said normally he was a top, but didn't mind bottoming for me if I wanted to try it. So we did both. And I kinda found out liked being the bottom more." Now Dad was blushing. So cute.

"Sooo, did you do other things?" I was digging. 

"JJ c'mon, I'm not going to tell you step by step what happened. Just trust me when I say that Stephen was very thorough in his teachings. Telling you all this has me sweating with embarrassment."

"I know Dad, and you're incredibly cute when you blush by the way," I teased. Dad was sitting with his back against the sofa, and I crawled over next to him. "I didn't tell you this before, but I did get off quite a few times thinking about you with your toy," I whispered into his ear. "You looked so incredible hot Dad," I kissed behind it. I licked behind it. 

"JJ, please."

"Please what Dad?"

"Please...stop."

So not the answer I was looking for. I sat back and looked at him...highly confused.

"JJ, I'm not going to lie, I want you more than anything. Just kissing you today was just beyond every dream for me. But I don't want to rush and push this any further...I won't," he reached over and ran his fingers through my dark locks. I leaned in. "Baby boy, I can't even remotely predict what's going to happen next with us. I love you and I want every moment to be special and beautiful...especially for you. So I hope you don't mind if we take things a bit slower."

I couldn't stop the tears that sprang in my eyes. I was so touched. "Oh Dad, I love you too. Of course I don't mind taking things slower. I'd be lying if I said it was going to be easy to keeping my hands off you, but I really appreciate that you want to make our first time special." 

"Who said you had to keep your hands off?" he said pulling me onto his lips. 

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I don't know how he managed it, but Dad really meant what he said about taking things slow. I guess he developed some serious control after all these years. I, on the other hand, was on the verge of some serious blue balls. For the past three weeks we haven't gone past kissing and a little bit of grinding...ok maybe a lot of grinding. When he felt I was getting too worked up, he literally had to push me off him because I wasn't going to stop pushing otherwise. I've been fighting my body ever since our first kiss. It was like someone turned my hormones to the max and I couldn't do anything to turn them down. It didn't help that the only person I wanted to relieve the tension slept right down the hall from me. 

Dad and I developed a new routine. He no longer rushed to leave before me in the mornings. We'd actually had breakfast together every day. It was a bit weird at first with both of us sitting there with huge smiles on our faces at 7am and it definitely had nothing to do with the fabulous eggs he made. He started texting me at school just to check on me. I'd get such a shit eating grin with each message that my friends started raggin' on me about having some secret girlfriend stashed somewhere.

Having him just be there on a regular made me feel safer and more secure than I had since Mom's passing. I'd gotten so used to being along that I didn't even realize how much I missed having someone talk to at the table. On the weekends he practically wore me out with activities. We went to batting cages, movies and bowling. I felt like we were connected again. 

I did feel confused sometimes when we'd go out. I didn't know if we were together as father and son or as boyfriends. As his son, of course I loved doing all the things we used to do, but there were so many moments when we'd share a heated glance or a touch that, while innocent to the public eye, sent a fuck me signal straight to my cock. I had to catch myself from stealing a kiss or letting my hug linger too long. 

"Dad you do know we don't have to go out and do something every weekend. I'm used to just chillin at home," I said to him after he came into my room yet again and asked me why I wasn't downstairs yet. Today we were going to spend a "relaxing" Sunday at the lake where he used to take me to fish.

"Yeah I know but I feel guilty about the past and I have a lot to make up for."

"Yeah I had a feeling. Listen Dad, I'm not holding any grudges here. There's nothing to feel guilty about." I went over to him and put my arms around his waist. "I forgive you, Dad," I said embracing him tightly.

"Thanks Junior. I guess I knew that already, but it does make me feel a lot better hearing you say it."

"Good because you're wearing me out...and not in the way I've been imagining," I teased.

"Oh really? Well maybe you can share some of your imaginations with me when we're at the lake," Dad said and punctuated his suggestion by taking my lips. 

"Mmmm, you know..." I said between smooches, "...we could always skip the lake."

"We could," Dad whispered. "But I don't wanna waste this weather," he said raising his voice to annoying perk level. "Now hurry, get the food packed up, I gotta find a blanket we can use," he swatted my ass cheek and jogged out of my room. 

"Ugggh, I really am going to die of blue balls," I groaned to myself. 

As ordered I gathered some leftover fried wings, raw veggies and chips for us to snack on. I saw we had some whole strawberries and grapes in the crisper, so I packed those as well. I was hoping to move things on with Dad. Maybe a little seduction in nature with some sexy food items will finally break his resolve. 

Dad knew how bad I wanted to be with him, Lord knows I didn't make a secret out of it. I didn't even try and be quiet anymore while I jacked off. I really did respect his decision, but he was still holding way back on getting more physical with me. He kept saying he didn't want to move too fast but I was starting to believe there was more to it. I mean shit the last three weeks we've been practically dating. I'm a patient man, but fuck; my hand just ain't cutting it no more. Jesus, I sound like some horn dog trying to get his girl to give up the pussy. I laughed out loud at the thought of running lines on my Dad at the lake. Hmm, I wonder if they'd work.

"What's so funny," he said strolling into the kitchen, carrying an old comforter for us to lie on.

"Oh, nothing, just reminiscing. I got beer and water for us to drink does that work for you?"

"Actually I thought I'd enlighten your young pallet with a bottle of Riesling I picked up. So let's trade that for the beer."

"Nice," I said. I grabbed the bottle and placed in the wine bottle pouch inside the picnic backpack and we headed out.The lake was only an hour's drive outside of our subdivision, but you'd swear we were deep in the sticks. It was on a reserve and protected from any commercial development or housing. We parked but instead of going towards the lake, Dad headed into the woods. I just shrugged and followed. 

"Dad I'd really rather not go into Deliverance territory if you don't mind," I said after we'd been walking for about 10 minutes.

"Very funny. Trust me, you'll like where we're going. I actually never stopped coming out here over the years. I pretty much know every inch of this place."

"Well that's good to know, because I did not leave any markers to lead us back."

"None needed baby boy." John Sr. finally came to a stop and started to spread out the blanket. "Yeah, I just needed a quite place to think, so I just started exploring the grounds. Plus I always loved coming out here with you."

I smiled and sat the back backpack on the blanket. I turned and just took in spot he'd chosen for us. It was beautiful. We were surrounded by super tall trees but in the middle was the perfect size area of grass and low leafy weeds for us to spread the queen size comforter. There was just enough sun peeking through the foliage, giving just the right amount of warmth and light. The parking lot had a fair amount of cars, but I didn't hear any people at all. Just the rustling of the leaves from the wind and plenty of birds and bugs. Hopefully we didn't encounter anything bigger. "Dad this place is awesome." 




John and JJ Ch. 02



He came up behind me and put his arms around my waist and rested his chin on my shoulder. "I'm glad you like it baby boy."

"I love it," I said huskily as Dad began leaving a trail of warm kisses along the side of my neck. My cock immediately began to plump up. "Mmmm, God that feels good." I reached up and ran my fingers along the side of his face and up through the back of his head. I pushed his face further into my neck, hoping he'd get the hint that I wasn't in the mood for gentle. 

He responded by sinking his teeth into my flesh and sucking it into his mouth simultaneously. "Oh fuck, Daddy," I moaned loudly. I couldn't help it. Over the past weeks the older man has learned he could play my body like a fiddle. I just wished he'd finish a song. 

Dad reached under my tee shirt and ran his hands along my tight abs. He refused to go higher...or lower. "Dad, please," I begged. "Please, if you're going to deny me again, just stop now. I need you so bad, it hurts." He stopped moving but didn't say anything; his breathing was ragged. I turned so I could look at his face. "Daddy, you're not going to say no are you?" I asked sounding like I was begging for an extra dessert. I guess in a way I was. 

"You have any idea how beautiful you look when you're turned on like this?" 

"Imagine how I look when I'm coming." Dad reached for me, but I pulled away, "No. I want more. And I know you do too."

"I do."

"Then why do you keep stopping me Dad? I'm ready and I want this."

"I'm...I'm still scared."

"Of what?"

"Of ruining you...us...our relationship. You're my son," he lowered his head. 

I thought we were past this. I stepped back and took off my shirt and tossed it on the blanket. "Dad, look at me," I commanded softly. He slowly lifted his head to meet my eyes. "You see the goose bumps on my skin...how hard my nipples are?" I rubbed my flesh and tweaked one of the hard buds with my middle finger. "They're like that because of you," I said, not hiding the desperate need in my voice. I kept fondling my nipple and allowed my other hand to travel lower to stoke my rock-hard cock through my thin athletic shorts. "You see how hard my cock is Daddy? It's because of you." I stepped closer and took his hand and put onto my shaft. He squeezed. I moaned. "This, is because you get me so hot just by slightest touch or the smallest of kisses. Even when you're not around I'm popping stiff ones all day. The only thing you're ruining, is my ability to think about anything else but fucking you."

I took my Dad's lips with my own and abandoned every thought of waiting any further. Dad whimpered into my mouth and squeezed my cock harder. I needed to show him that I loved him. I needed him to know that I...that we...were okay. That nothing bad was going to happen once we shared our bodies. I humped on his hand trying to get more...just more. 

My hands traveled to his round ass and massaged the firm globes. I lifted to hem of his t-shirt and stepped back so he'd allow me to remove it. "Damn, you're beautiful." I ran my fingers through the fur on his chest. It was softer than I expected. He'd never let me touch his bare chest before. My fingers grazed both his nipples at once. His breathing was heavier and his eyes rolled back. A groan came from deep within him. "Tell me what you need Dad. Tell me what you want."

My father looked at me with a stare I'd never seen. It was almost feral and his body was trembling all over. I don't know if he wouldn't or couldn't, but he didn't speak. He just put arms around my waist and slipped his fingers under the waist band of my gym shorts. He rested his hands at the top of my ass for a moment before looking into my eyes. I nodded. He pushed his hands further into my shorts and let the soft flesh of my bottom fill his hands. His tongue and lips latched onto my neck and I was gone. He worked that spot just behind my ear and my body became one big nerve. I could feel his hands spreading my cheeks apart and he ran his finger up and down my crack. I cried out when he lightly passed over my entrance. Yes...definitely more. 

Dad took my hand and we both sat down on the blanket. I lay back to insure Dad would continue. He pulled my shorts and underwear down and I lifted up to assist. He tugged them off around my sneakers. It felt a little strange to be wearing only socks and shoes but I wasn't about to argue about my wardrobe. Dad seemingly couldn't get enough of my body. I propped my hands behind my head and just enjoyed the view and feel of his hands' exploration. 

He started at my ankles and began kissing and touching his way up. I never had anyone pay this much attention to my body. It made me feel as if I was the most precious thing in the world. I felt his breath near my balls and mentally begged him to take a lick, but he purposely avoided touching me there. 

I was in heaven already when he reached my chest. He grazed my nipple with his tongue and I literally yelped like a little puppy. It was like nerves from my nipples were hard wired to my dick. I was so fucking hard and leaking like crazy. I reached out and grabbed the back of his head while he teased the stiff bud relentlessly. He flicked his tongue back and forth in quick motions...trapping it between his teeth and giving it gentle bites...sucking it into his mouth before returning his tongue for another lap. He moved to the other one and I really thought I would lose it right there. "Oh fuck Dad! That feels so fucking good! I swear you're gonna make me come." 

"Mmmm, no not yet... I haven't tasted you...I have to taste you." He released my tit and gave me a quick kiss before making a bee line to my cock. He didn't even fucking try and tease me; he just took it down this throat in one swallow. The breath in my lungs just gave out. My body so stunned by the incredible sensation of his hot mouth surrounding my shaft that it took me a few moments before I could even move. I couldn't believe he took all of seven inches like that. Was he fucking practicing? 

"Shit shit shit!" I screamed. I couldn't help it, I'd never felt anything so fucking amazing in my life. His mouth was so fucking hot. So fucking wet. And he sucked it so fucking hard. I looked down at my Dad's head bobbing up and down. My cock, slick and shiny with his saliva, disappeared over and over into his kiss swollen lips. My eyes rolled back when he softly began massaging my nut sack. I bent my legs up and planted my feet flat. I wanted more. I lifted my hips up and down and was fucking his beautiful mouth. He held still while I pistoned my rod through his drooling lips. I was so close...I couldn't think of anything but watching him swallow my seed. 

Dad slipped a finger below my nut sack and started rubbing my hole. The new feeling sent me over the edge. "Daddy I'm coming! Oh fuuuuck," I cried. Dad grabbed my shaft and began pumping and sucking and I squirted over and over onto his awaiting tongue. He closed his lips tighter over my cockhead to ensure he didn't miss a drop of my juice. My head dropped back onto the blanket. I was trembling so bad, I thought I was going to pass out. I think I did for a moment. "Daddy?" I said reaching for him; I needed him to hold me. 

"I'm here baby. You okay?"

"Yeah Dad, I just need to be in your arms right now." Dad shifted and lay next to me. I rested my head onto his chest and wrapped my arm and leg over him. 

"I've got you Son," he whispered into my hair before kissing the top of my head.

"I never came so hard in my life Dad. It's like I came with my entire body or something." 

"My sweet boy. I can't tell you how happy I am be able to make you feel this way."

After a few moments I opened my eyes and saw my Dad's cock obscenely tenting his cargo shorts. I couldn't believe he was still in them. I sat up and kissed him deeply, still tasting remnants of myself on his tongue. "Mm, I wonder if you taste as good as I do."

"I seriously doubt it, but you're more than welcome to find out." 

Dad and I assisted one another in undoing his button and zipper. We both pushed his shorts and briefs down to his ankles. He simply spread his knees apart so I could have as much access to him as I wanted. This view was so much different than the reflection I'd seen of him in the mirror. I immediately got an onslaught of his amazing scent...so masculine. I was so in love with the hair on his chest. I couldn't stop touching it. I lowered my head to the hard nub closest to me and sucked it and its surrounding flesh into my mouth. Dad hissed and his back arched off the blanket. I thought I'd did something wrong at first until I heard a barely audible, "Don't stop," leave his lips. With a little more confidence I continued with my assault on his body. I wanted to give him the same pleasure he'd given to me. 

I touched and tasted every part of him I could easily reach. His muscles were so hard and contracted with each pass of my tongue. His soft hair trailed down to his thick eight inch cock. It looked so much bigger up close. I licked to top of his swollen pink head and tasted a drop of clear juice flowing from his hole. So sweet. Definitely needed more. 

"Please JJ," he moaned. 

"Please what, Daddy?"

"Please baby...please suck my cock. Suck your Daddy's cock."

"Hmm, I will Daddy. I'll suck your cock." For the first time I was actually a bit nervous. I'd never sucked a guy off before. I didn't know if I would even be any good at it. But I was determined to make my Daddy come...hard. I got on my hands and knees and hovered over his crotch. I gripped the base of his cock and aimed his juicy head toward my open mouth. I slowly lowered my lips down his shaft. I think I got about four inches before I hit my gag reflex. Not knowing how far I could take it I was pretty excited I got that much. My mouth was so full. My jaw so stretched. I was instantly in love with sucking my Daddy's cock. 

Encouraged by the unintelligible noises my father was making, I sucked and jacked his dick with a bit more force. My head was spinning thinking about how I was sucking the same cock that created me. I dipped my head between his legs and licked his hairless sack. They were so smooth and the orbs rolled effortlessly on tongue. The grunts, pants, whimpers and curses emanating from my Dad's lips were music to my ears. I was doing good!

I felt my own cock coming back to life and I reached between my legs to stroke it while I sucked my dad. It felt so good getting pleasure from both ends. I sucked him harder and a little deeper. Testing that reflex just a bit. I wanted his cum. I wanted more. I looked up and saw Dad watching his cock disappear in and out of my mouth. His mouth hung open, his face contorted with a look of intense pleasure. The sexist shit I ever saw!

Dad's was so close. I let go of my cock to focus on his pleasure. I concentrated my efforts on his sensitive head and worked it with everything I had. The muscles on his stomach began to convulse. He tried to say something, but his voice caught in his throat. I felt the first spurt of his hot juice hit the roof of my mouth. Shot after shot, I swallowed several times to make certain I got everything he had to offer. 

I let his cock slip out of my mouth with a soft plop. I was so fucking turned on, I sat up and it only took a few jerks of my cock before I shot all over my Dad's still heaving chest. I collapsed next to him feeling completely spent. I heard a smacking noise and looked over to find my Dad licking his fingers of cum he'd gathered from his chest. 

"You're such a perv Dad," I laughed.

"What? I don't wanna waste it," he said with mock seriousness. "Besides, you taste incredible. I don't think I'll ever get tired of it." 

"I hope not," I said turning toward him. I gathered the final dollop of my jiz and brought it to his open mouth. I held it over his tongue and let the juice drip onto it. Before he closed his mouth, I grabbed his chin and turned his face toward mine. I sucked his tongue into my mouth savoring my sweet flavor. 

We did actually eat the food we brought with us and the wine was delicious. I definitely enjoyed feeding Dad those strawberries. On our way back to the car, we took in a quick view of the lake before we headed home early that evening. It was an amazing day to say the least. I stared out the car window thinking about us. I wondered if this is what falling in love was like. I wondered what it would feel like to be inside him, hell I can't stop thinking about that; I'm still cursing myself for not thinking about bringing lube. I looked over at him. He cut me a glance and gave me a smile I don't think I'll ever get tired of seeing. 

"What?" he inquired. 

"Nothing...I just love you that's all...just love you."

He took my hand and brought it to his lips for a sweet kiss and held it the rest of the ride home.



John and JJ Ch. 03



I haven't slept in my own bed since the day Dad and I went to the lake a week ago. Do blow jobs count as making love? That seems like such a stupid question. I think it does. I've been practically worshiping my Dad's cock since my first taste. I swear I'm literally addicted to wrapping my lips around his head and feeling it harden in my mouth. I've seemed to have adapted quickly to accommodating his thickness. My jaws don't even ache anymore. And I'm two inches shy of fitting his whole eight inches down my throat. 

Fuck his whole body is amazing. It's a walking contradiction. His muscles are so firm and rock hard when he flexes, yet when he's holding me, it's the softest place on earth. I think I've developed a hair fetish or something because I can't stop touching the soft pelt on his chest and stomach. I find myself falling asleep at night while running my fingers through it. 

I fingered him the other night. Like for real, not just rubbing my tips around his puckered hole. I was three deep while he was fucking my throat. It was so amazing. I came just from my cock rubbing against his leg. He was pulling my hair, not to cause pain, but because he needed something to hold on to. I didn't mind. I mean it did hurt, but it just added to how hot I already was. He came so hard that night. He passed out like two minutes after he shot a huge load into my mouth. He was snoring before I even finished cleaning his cock with my tongue. 

I'm sitting on the floor in my room thinking how things have changed with us. I never thought this would happen. I just wanted us to be close again. But now...now I love him more than I thought possible. He's really everything to me. I had my head in my hands when Dad walked in. I didn't even hear him come up.

"Hey baby boy," he whispered as he sat next to me by the bed. He immediately put his arms around me and held me tightly.

"Hey Dad," I was tired. My head hurt.

"Wanna tell me about it?" he said, trying to keep his voice free of worry.

"I got my college welcome packet in the mail today."

"And that's got you sad? I thought you were looking forward to school."

"I was. But that was before. Before us," my voice cracked. I was trying to hold it in.

"Oh JJ, that's no reason to be sad. It's not like we're never going to see each other. And trust me, when you get there, you'll meet so many people you'll probably hardly miss your old man," he joked.

I sat up and looked at him, "Dad do you have any idea how I feel about you? I love you."

"I know baby, I love you too," he touched my face.

"No Dad, I'm in love with you." 

"I know baby. I know," he took my lips softly. "My heart is yours John Jr. But I still don't want you to be upset about going away to school. I know we won't see each other every weekend, but it'll be often, I promise."

"I'm just scared. I've never felt like this before."

"Listen, you don't have to hurt yourself thinking about this now. We have some months yet to work things out. Let's get you through graduation next week at least, huh?"

I just nodded and snuggled into his neck. I'm gonna have to steal one his shirts to take with me. I don't think I could sleep without his smell. 

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Graduation day was a mixture of pleasure and pain for me. I was excited to be finished with high school of course but it just seemed like it was just one step closer to my leaving home. Most 18 year olds were dying to leave home but I just didn't want to go anymore. My friends thought I was being a total pussy when I said I was worried about leaving. They didn't know the real reason of course. 

I could hear my dad and Aunt cheering me on as I accepted my diploma. I spotted them and gave a wave as I walked across the stage. I had tears in my eyes as I returned to my seat. 

Dad took us all out to eat after the ceremony to celebrate. Aunt Elisa, her husband and my new little cousin were also in tow. She whispered to me how happy she was that Dad and I and finally found each other gain. If she only knew how much we've found each other, I thought. I could feel my Dad rubbing his leg against mine throughout dinner. I was aching to touch him. I couldn't wait to get him home. 

We said our good-bye's to Aunt Elisa at the restaurant. Since graduation was during the week they had to head back home for work the next day. As soon as Dad and I were in the car, I reached over and palmed his cock. At the first red light, I leaned over and licked and bit his neck. "I'm fucking you so hard when we get home," I whispered in his ear. A breathy whimper was his response. 

The kitchen door barely closed behind us before we attacked each other's lips. The need this time was remarkable. I had to have my cock inside of him tonight. I couldn't wait any longer. Why had I waited this long? "Fuck Dad, I've wanted your lips on mine all fucking day," I said between breaths. 

"You have no idea how close I came to giving them to you." 

Both our jackets were left on the kitchen floor. Our ties at the bottom of the stairs. Our shirts unbutton as we climbed the stairs to Dad's bedroom. Our bedroom. We kicked off our shoes and tossed our shirts...somewhere. Dad reached for his belt buckle, "No Dad, I got that part," I said as I kneeled in front of him. I looked up at him, seeing nothing but lust and love mixed beautifully on his face. 

I opened his fly and pulled his slacks over his ass. He stepped out of them and I reached for the bulge in his boxer briefs. I rubbed my face along his hard shaft. I inhaled his amazing odor. I'll never tire of his scent. My cock pulsed in my own briefs. I could feel myself getting wet. 

"Suck my cock son," Dad commanded. 

I think it turns him on more to call me son while telling me to do something dirty to him. It definitely has that effect on me. I removed his briefs and gave his shaft a few strokes before swallowing it down my throat. "Hmm hmm," I moaned. I couldn't help it. I loved his cock in my mouth. It was so hard, so hot, so mine. I went at his dick with vigor. I made sure not to let him come though. I wanted to be inside him when he came. But I wanted his body turned completely on before I entered him. 

I let go of his cock with a wet plop and stood. Dad went straight to my pants and removed them with the quickness. I turned away from him and crawled on the bed on all fours and waited. I could hear Dad's breath hitch at the sight of my spread ass before him. He licked me from my balls to top of my ass crack. "FUUCK!" I cried out. It felt so got-dammed good.

Dad began to eat my ass as if it was best meal he'd ever tasted. His tongue explored in and out of my hole. I could feel my pucker opening for his little pink muscle, begging it to go in deeper. He reached under and stroked my cock, smearing the precum all over my shaft. My grip was so tight on the bed spread my knuckles were turning white. "Stop stop stop, Dad, I can't take anymore."

"Baby your ass taste so good. I don't wanna stop," he said before diving back onto my hole.

"Oh god Daddy, please! I wanna fuck you! Stop so I can fuck you," I begged. He pulled away from my ass and I turned over to face him. I took his mouth, demanding he share my flavor. "How do you wanna take my cock Daddy?" Without saying a word, he slowly turned away from me and lay his head a top his folded arms. His back arched deep and his beautiful round ass perched high. 

I kneeled behind my father's ass and could see his furrowed eye winking at me. It wanted my cock. I knew it wouldn't take much to prepare him for fucking. I decided to returned the favor and taste that ass of his. Getting his hole nice and wet. He squirmed and groaned deeply.

He reached down to stroke his cock, but I slapped his hand away. "No. You won't touch your cock. It belongs to me tonight."

I grabbed a small bottle of lube from the night stand and dripped some directly onto his hole. I swear it opened and swallow the lube inside. I slipped two fingers inside of him without resistance. 

"Oh yes, JJ. That feels so good. More please. I need more."

"I could skip the fingers Dad. You wanna go straight to my cock?

"Yes! Yes! Please...just go slow."

"Don't worry Dad, I'll take care of you. I love you."

"I love you too baby boy." 

With that, I slicked my shaft and positioned it at his entrance. I pushed my cock into him at a snail's pace. I heard my Dad wince and I stopped. "Are you ok? Am I hurting you?"

"It always burns a bit at first baby. You're doing great, trust me." Dad started pushing himself back on my cock and I just went with it. He rocked his ass back and forth until he was fully seated on my pole. 

"Fuck Dad, your ass is so tight. I can't believe I'm finally inside of you." 

"Oh baby, you cock feels amazing in my ass. I never felt so full. Fuck me JJ. Please...fuck me hard," he pleaded. 

Hearing those words again, triggered something inside. I grabbed my Dad's hips and pulled my cock back until just the head was nestled in his hole. I slammed my hips forward and started pounding and punishing his cavity. I wanted my cock to spoil him for any other. I wanted his ass to remember I was there for days to come. From the incoherent pleads and whines coming from below me, I was doing just that. 

He sobbed for a moment when I dislodged my cock. "Turn over Daddy, I need to see you when you come. He spread his legs wide for me and I pushed my rod back inside of him. I rotated my hips so I could hit his walls at every angle. Once I found his prostate, I couldn't help but attack that spot. Dad was lost in ecstasy. His mouth open wide, his lungs struggling to catch air and his cock was leaking like a waterfall. Beautiful...just beautiful. 

I felt myself getting close. "Daddy, I need you to come with me." I grabbed his cock and jacked his cock in tune with my strokes. I could feel his ass tighten and see his balls draw up. 

"OOOH JJ! JJ! I'm coming! Oh god!" he screamed. 

After his first spurt shot over his chest, feeling his ass tighten around my cock triggered my own orgasm. "Oh fuck Daddy! I'm coming Daddy! I'm coming inside you Daddy!" How I managed to keep stroking is cock during both our orgasms, I'll never know. Feeling his asshole grip my dick while I came was a feeling I can't even describe. I think he's spoiled me for any other. 

I bent down and gathered some of Dad's juice from his chest with my tongue. I brought my lips to his and shared his load with him. He moaned softly. He looked so spent. So thoroughly fucked. I couldn't help but smile. I reluctantly removed myself from my Dad's body and got a warm towel to clean him up a bit. He was snoring softly when I returned. So cute. 

I wiped our bodies and tucked us both in for the night.