21 comments/ 155082 views/ 66 favorites I Am My Father's Son By: TexHubby A big THANKS to Kat Hurlbut for helping me edit this story... This story deals with incest and male/male sex between a 18 year old son (me) and his father. In this story, all characters involved in sexual acts are 18 or over. If you are offended by the "incest" and/or "male/male" theme... please do not read this story. ******************** When I was sixteen my mom left my dad. I was the youngest offspring, but even at sixteen I felt confused. I didn't know my parents were having marital problems. We lived in a modest home; me and my three siblings shared two rooms; one for us boys and one for the girls. My and my brother's room was adjacent to our parents' room and I'd sometimes hear strange noises coming from their bedroom. It certainly didn't sound like they were fighting. In the end, all my siblings left with my mom. I couldn't leave my dad. He was my dad for crying out loud. He was my hero. Dad tried his hardest to stay positive and keep pushing forward despite the fact his wife had left him and tore his family apart. As time passed I grew to love my dad. Well, I already loved my dad... I guess I should say I fell in love with my dad. He was so manly and gruff yet he was always very gentle with me. I guess he could tell I was special. Nonetheless, we were two dudes living in a small house with one bathroom so inevitably on occasion I would see my dad in different states of nakedness, but I never paid much attention. Many times, I needed to pee when he was taking a shower after a hard day's work as a truck driver. It was no big deal. And because I knew he worked hard to put food on our table and keep me clothed, I thought the least I could do was keep the house clean and prepare a meal for him. We fell into a routine. He worked. I got home from school, cleaned and prepared dinner. Sometimes when he'd drop me off at school he'd tell me we were going out to dinner that night and I didn't have to cook, just be ready. These special nights were typically Fridays. I'd get home, make sure the house was clean and then lay his clothes out. The first time I did this he looked at me and smiled, patted me on the back and thanked me. I felt so proud that I'd made him happy. So it became the norm whenever we'd go out to dinner. Throughout dinner I'd catch him looking at me and when our eyes would meet, we'd smile. We would talk about anything and everything and sometimes I would have him in stitches with my stories. My dad was the coolest cat in my eyes. One night after our special dinner, I walked into my bedroom and started dressing for bed. Or, I should say, undressing. I was standing in my briefs when Dad suddenly opened my bedroom door. He didn't expect me to be in this state of undress but really who cared, we were both guys after all. I turned around and acknowledged him and he held his gaze a little longer than necessary but I didn't give it a second thought. When our eyes met, he blushed and excused himself. I told him it was okay and welcomed him in. He didn't really need or want anything; I guess he wanted to continue shooting the breeze. I pulled on some shorts and followed him to our living room. He turned on the TV and since I was younger and closer to the TV it was only natural I become his remote control. He might have also enjoyed my getting up and bending over to change the channel to our 13" black and white TV. Soon we settled on a channel and I must have dozed off because before I knew it my Dad was carrying me, his 17-year-old son, to bed. I woke up feeling a bit startled and scared. He hugged me closer and assured me everything was okay. I smiled up at him and hugged him. He laid me down and I turned around and fell asleep. Sometime in the middle of the night, I woke up to the strange feeling of someone pressed against me. I didn't know where I was, and for a split second I thought perhaps I was dreaming. Then I heard a light snore and felt a rough hand on my thigh. It quickly dawned on me I was laying next to my Dad. I smiled. He felt so perfect cuddling up next to me, it felt so right and I felt safe. I grabbed his hand in mine and brought it to my chest. I felt him stir a bit and he moved in closer, spooning me even firmer. I soon fell asleep with my Dad pressed securely against me. When I awoke Saturday morning, I heard noises in the kitchen. I stirred, stretched and purred. And then I saw my Dad standing in the doorway. "It's morning kiddo. Sleep alright?" I assured him I did and gave him the biggest shit-eating grin. Glancing down, I noticed my Dad was in his boxers. Even with us being two guys living together, he was always very proper and never walked around in his undergarments. I guess he caught me looking a little too long because he announced he needed to get dressed and I told him not to bother on my account. He looked at me and gave me a crooked smile and shook his head. I flung the sheet off me and got up announcing I was about to pee my shorts and made a beeline to the bathroom not bothering to close the door. When I was done I decided to take a shower. I was peeling my underwear off when I turned around and found my dad standing in the doorway. I guess he had asked me something and I hadn't heard him. My nakedness startled him and he didn't know what to do with himself. I gave him a show, swaying over to the shower and locking eyes with him. He looked uncomfortable and walked away. When I got out I toweled myself dry and wrapped my waist. As I walked to my bedroom I called out to my Dad, but he was nowhere to be found. The week flew and before I knew it, it was Friday. I was turning 18 tomorrow and figured this evening would be "date" night with my dad, but he didn't say anything when he dropped me off at school. I was so deeply hurt and couldn't help but mope around. My friends kept pestering me, wanting to know what was wrong. They knew tomorrow was my 18th birthday, and figured I'd be super happy. I couldn't share my hurt feelings with anybody. I'd brought this on myself concocting this relationship with my Dad in my head. He obviously couldn't feel for me the way I felt for him. He was just being my Dad. I was being nasty and stupid. I chastised myself until I felt horrible. As I walked home that afternoon I couldn't help but think how stupid I was to think anything else. My poor Dad was just trying to be a good parent, and I had made him feel uncomfortable and awkward. I was such an idiot. I got home and decided I needed to cheer up. I decided that no longer was I going to make my Dad feel bad, uncomfortable and awkward. I tidied up, made dinner and showered before he got home. When Dad arrived I greeted him and acted normal and cheery. I told him dinner was ready and told him to shower first. I'd laid out his boxers and a white V-neck undershirt. Soon we were seated and having dinner telling each other about our day. I lied and told him I'd had a wonderful day and told him all my friends were wishing me a happy early birthday. He just smiled. I then asked him about his day and he told me all he'd done. I hung on every word he said. When we finished dinner he offered to clean up and wash dishes. I refused, and insisted I would do it but he persisted, so I marched on over to the living room and fired up the telly. Dad was soon sitting in his favorite La-Z-Boy enjoying a cold beer. I looked over to him and we smiled at each other. After what I can only assume was hours later, after I had dozed off again, my dad took me in his arms and carried me to bed. He had me sit as he removed my shirt. Then stood me up and unzipped my shorts, and pulled them down, leaving me in my tidy-whities. I was so far gone; I just wanted to get in bed. He laid me down and gently pushed me to "my" side. I covered myself with the thin sheet and soon was getting my Zzzzzzs. I woke up to the rays of sunlight peering in through the shades. I could tell it was morning. Then I became aware of a warm body next to me. I couldn't help but smile. My Dad had brought me to his bed again. This was starting to become a habit. I was lying on my side facing away from my Dad when I felt him stir. He inched his way close to me, molding his body to mine, spooning me in a way that no Dad should spoon his son, and yet in a way I so desired but never thought possible. His bare, hairy chest pressed against my back; his crotch nestled against my buttocks; his hairy, firm, strong legs aligned with mine. And then he placed his hand on my thigh. This felt right. I took in his manly scent. It was so intoxicating. I snuggled tightly into him, making sure my covered buttocks connected with his... wait, I could feel him. I could feel his manhood rising, growing, and getting firmer. And I quickly assessed my Dad was naked. I then felt his breath on my neck. He brought his hand to my chest, running his rough, calloused hand lightly over my chest, teasing my nipple with his thumb. I could hardly believe it. I took his hand in mine. He froze. I started to purr ever so lightly as I intertwined my hand in his. I brought his hand to my mouth and kissed the palm. His breathing was getting heavier. I felt his breath tickle my neck and ear. His lips lightly brushed my shoulder. He started lightly yet forcefully rocking his hips back and forth as I pushed back. He felt so big, so hard. His breathing became ragged and heavier. I felt his mouth next to my ear and he whispered a very sexy, very special "Happy Birthday". I almost creamed my underwear. He released my hand, took me by my chin and gently turned my head to face him. He had the most loving, gentle look about him. He kissed me lightly on my lips. "I've waited so long for this day," he said almost out of breath. I didn't quite understand what he meant, but I didn't care to think it out; I wanted more. I turned my body all the way around and kissed him; except my kiss was a hungry one. He wrapped his arms around my back and ran his hands up and down and then finally took ahold of my head as his tongue invaded my mouth for the first time. I saw fireworks. I'd waited for this moment for what seemed like a lifetime. His lust-filled touch, his hungry kiss, his hot desire grew as he kissed me passionately and with such intensity. We were on our sides facing each other. I put my leg on his thigh confirming my Dad was indeed naked. I ran my hands up and down his tight back, down to his taut buttocks pulling him to me. And then I went for gold. I'd dreamed of this moment for a few years now. I took hold of his huge, thick, veiny Daddy cock and slowly stroked him. He warned me to be careful because it'd been some years now and he was ready to blow. I took his face in my hands and pulled away. I looked at him; we locked eyes. I gave him a wicked smile and then ever so slowly started working my way down, kissing his neck, his shoulders, his nipples, his tight stomach, making my way down to his manhood. I was enjoying every second, taking in his scent and the feel of his skin. And before long, I was face to face with his monster. My goodness, my Daddy was hung like a horse. I had a fleeting thought... my Mom gave this up? She was nuts! I took my Dad's cock and gave it a light kiss right on the head. He shuddered. I looked up and once again our eyes locked. I was all smiles. He looked down at me ever so lovingly and said, "Are you ready to blow your birthday candle?" He went there. I just gave him a big smile and blew lightly on the bulbous head. He moaned. I loved that I was pleasing my Dad. I took his low-hanging balls in my hands and raked my short nails over them and then gently tugged on them while taking the head of his dick in my mouth. Soon I was gagging trying to get as much of his meat in my mouth. He grabbed me by the head and started guiding me up and down. "Oh fuck! You're a natural cocksucker. Please don't stop. Suck it, Suck it." I sucked his cock, then pulled it from my mouth and licked him like a lollipop. I even took his balls in my mouth and sucked on them. He groaned and moaned. And then I went to town... I wanted to make him cum. I had a need to be branded. I needed to taste him, have him in me and have him claim me as his lover. I sucked and bobbed up and down and soon I felt him tense up. He grabbed my head in an attempt to remove me from his cock, warning me he was about to cum. I held on for dear life and sucked harder, bobbing faster as he grunted and shot load after load of hot, sweet-tasting Daddy juice down my throat. I was so hungry for it. I didn't want to spill a drop. I kept stroking him and sucking. I wanted every last drop of him I could take. I slowed down and kept sucking the sweet tasting cum from his Daddy dick. His eyes were closed, but I knew I'd pleasured him. I took my time and enjoyed myself as I made my way back up to his face. Lightly kissing his stomach, his nipples, his neck, and his ears until I finally reached his mouth. He opened his eyes slowly. There was a big smile on his face. I smiled at him, gave him a light, tender kiss on the lips, moved over to his ear and whispered, "Happy Birthday to me." He hugged me and we laid there for a good while in a loving, magical embrace. I laid my head on his chest and he wrapped his strong, firm arm around me. I felt so safe. I felt so right. I Am My Father's Son Ch. 02 A big THANKS to Kat Hurlbut for helping me edit this story... This story deals with incest and male/male sex between a 18 year old son (me) and his father. In this story, all characters involved in sexual acts are 18 or over. If you are offended by the "incest" and/or "male/male" theme... please do not read this story. ****************** The special relationship I had with my Daddy shall forever live strongly in my heart. The memories were ~ and continue to be ~ very near and dear to me. I'm thankful and grateful to the awesome Literotica readers for the positive comments, suggestions, votes and emails. I hope you enjoy Chapter 2 as much as you did the first one. There's more to this story... THANKS!! TexHubby ****************** I gave my Dad time to rest and recover, but I wanted more. I looked up at him and he looked at me. We both smiled. I moved up and kissed him tenderly rubbing my lips on his... nose against nose. I felt his hand on the back of my head as he turned my head slightly to kiss me, this time with a raw need. I kissed him back with unbridled enthusiasm. His tongue invaded my mouth and it tasted wonderful. I'm sure he could taste himself in my kiss. The heat that radiated from our bodies was intense. I reached down and started stroking his cock; even soft, it was a force to be reckoned with. He was making me moan and I wanted him more than ever. I broke our kiss, looked at him and said, "I'm ready. I want to be yours in every way." I kissed him again. "Daddy, I want you deep in me." "I don't wanna hurt you," he said stroking my face, "I've wanted this for so long. This last year has been unbearable knowing my feelings for you are wrong and then you'd do something and I'd think 'maybe'." I stroked his hair. "I've felt the same way." We smiled at each other as a sense of relief washed over us. Then he playfully smacked my ass and said, "I've lusted for your sweet bubble butt since the day I saw you naked in the bathroom." I gave him a dirty smile, leaned in and whispered, "I know." His eyes widened playfully. He excused himself for a minute and walked over to his closet and I took the opportunity to rid myself of my undies and sprawl wantonly on his bed. The look on his face when he saw me fully naked on his bed told me he liked what he saw. His lustful expression will forever remain engrained in my brain. He had some lube and a box of condoms and was messing with the wrapping. I didn't lose time. I got on my knees and took his cock in my mouth. He was so sexy. I cupped his balls and gave his dick a good licking, got him hard again. His cock was so beautiful... thick and veiny. A real man's cock. He let me enjoy him for a few minutes and then pulled out and told me he was ready. I looked up at him and he motioned with his finger for me to turn around. I turned and stuck my ass up in the air, wiggling it, teasing him. I rested on my shoulders and reached back to pull my ass cheeks apart. I felt something cold hit my asshole and I got goose pimples all up and down my spine. I knew he was prepping me. He gently worked the KY in and around my asshole with his finger getting me used to the feeling of having something in my ass. He developed a slow fucking motion. I felt his other hand on my waist as his finger sawed in and out. He warned me he was giving me more and he inserted yet another finger. It felt a little uncomfortable but I didn't want him to stop. I loved the feeling of having something foreign up my ass. I was born to get fucked. I just knew it. This felt good, but I needed more. I wanted his cock in me. I turned back and told him I was ready. He gave me a wicked smile and asked, "Ready for what?" "Your Daddy cock. I need you in me. Please Daddy, fuck me," I begged him. He couldn't get the condom on fast enough. He told me he'd longed to hear those words and smacked me hard on my ass. The sting brought me back to my senses and I froze as I felt the tip of his cock at my entrance. I let go of my ass cheeks and I grabbed onto the sheets. I got scared. My Dad's cock was monstrous. It would tear me apart. This was definitely going to hurt. He felt me tense up and assured me he was going to be gentle with me and urged me to relax. I knew my Daddy wouldn't lie to me. His tender, sexy voice had a soothing effect on me. I again felt his hand on my hip and he talked me through it. He told me it would hurt a little and that it might feel a bit uncomfortable but he'd give me a chance to get used to his cock. I wanted him. I wanted him deep in me. I relaxed even more and I could feel my asshole opening up willingly to accept my Daddy's gift to me. My birthday gift. I whimpered when I felt the thick head pop my cherry. Oh my goodness, I'd wanted this for quite some time now. He was finally making me his. I reached back and opened myself up to him, begging him for more. "Relax Babe. I'm going to give you all of me, but we have to take it in doses." He kept making sure I was lubed enough so as to not hurt me. I was panting like a two-bit whore... I wanted him in me, now! So I did the next best thing... I pushed back causing him to enter me in one swift motion. I squealed in delight and he... he thought he'd hurt me. He started to pull out, and I pleaded with him not to. I wanted to feel him in me. He was buried deep in my ass. He allowed me a few minutes to let me adjust to him. I felt full. I felt complete. I felt the happiest I'd been in my eighteen years. Slowly, Daddy started pulling out and then he'd push back in. The way his cock massaged my insides with every stroke felt incredible, and soon he fell into a smooth fucking motion. My Daddy was fucking me. Oh yes, I was loving every inch. I could feel his rough hands holding on to my waist and I could hear him moaning, enjoying the sensation of fucking me. I kept swinging back and forth fucking him with my ass, tightening my asshole, milking his cock. I didn't want this to end. I kept urging him to fuck me, to fuck me good. I was whimpering and moaning and telling him his cock felt so good fucking my ass. "Oh Daddy, Oh fuck yes! Please fuck me hard. Give it all to me. I need your cock." He was happy to oblige. A couple of times he even smacked my ass, hard! It felt so good. I never knew spanking could feel so erotic. But I wanted more, more, more! My Dad was fucking me senseless; at this point, without mercy. He was driving his thick cock deep in my virgin ass. He was making me his. He grabbed me by the shoulders and bottomed out... rocking his hips side to side, wiggling his cock in me, his balls hitting my balls and then it happened... my cock started spewing my lava-hot cum. I was gushing juice and in the process clenching my asshole so tight, milking my Dad's cock...I felt him tense up. And in one swift motion, he pulled out leaving me feeling empty. I then felt his hot cum hit my ass. He'd pulled off the condom and was cumming on me. He was grunting and spilling his seed on my ass. He gave me one last playful smack and then started rubbing his cum all over my ass. He was marking his territory. I collapsed face-down on the bed, getting my jizz on myself. I felt so dirty and wicked. I was covered in cum like a cheap whore and yet I felt so happy. My Dad lay down next to me. I could tell he was exhausted as he was still breathing hard. He pulled me to him, spooning me... his soft cock nestling tight against my asscrack. And soon we fell asleep. Hours later we both started to stir again. Surely it was mid-afternoon; alas it was only 9 in the morning. My Dad held me tight and whispered such loving things in my ear. It made me smile, big. I held onto his hand and then brought it to my mouth and kissed it. I always knew I loved my Dad, but now I knew I'd fallen in love with my Dad. And he felt the very same way about me. My day only got better once we got our butts out of bed. We took our cum-covered selves to the shower where he took his time lathering me up and washing every nook and cranny, and I... well, I did the same, spending a lot of time lathering up, massaging and washing the family jewels. My dad treated me to breakfast, a shopping spree, a movie, and then dinner complete with a birthday cake. In public we acted like father and son although we had moments where we would catch each other's gaze. At the movies, we sat somewhat isolated and held hands through most of the movie or he'd place his manly hand on my knee or thigh. I felt so loved, so desired. I knew that tonight when we got home, once we crossed the threshold of our door and were in the privacy of our home, I'd be his lover. Therefore, without his realizing it I'd bought myself some sexy underwear at a boutique in the mall that specializes in sexy garments for men and women. And later that night, I could tell he approved of my purchase. Our private lives changed after that. We had an unspoken agreement. In our home, he was my husband and I was his wife. I kept our house clean, made him dinner and kept him (very!) satisfied in bed. He supported us financially and kept me (extremely!) happy in the bedroom. Around others and outside our home, we were father and son. And every time he'd introduce me to anybody, be it a friend, fellow truck driver, acquaintance, whomever... he'd say quite proudly, "This is my handsome Son". And then boast about how smart I was, how I was going to college and be the first in his family to get a college degree, etc. etc. Privately, he'd encourage me to get an education, to do something with my life. He didn't want me to struggle and work long, hard hours like he did. He wanted more for me. We grew stronger, happier and closer as the days, weeks and months came and went. Our sexual experiences grew as well. I realized I loved being manhandled, treated rough and used like a cheap, two-bit whore by my Daddy. I got off on it. I loved being spanked and dressing up (or down!) for him in sexy men's underwear, G-strings and on occasion a woman's crotchless panty for easy entry. I loved being vocal and nasty with him, begging for his cock. And although he felt a bit uncomfortable at first, I begged him to talk dirty to me, to treat me like a whore in bed... soon he got used to it and loved it as well. I brought out the nasty in my Daddy, and he made me feel so sexy. I loved it when he would grab me by my hair and use my mouth as a fuckhole. He'd pull out and cum all over my face, rubbing his cock all over while calling me a cock-loving, cum-covered, slut; the nastier and dirtier, the better for me. One day while fantasizing about my Dad I decided I wanted to taste him raw, stinky, and sweaty. I wanted to blow him just as he walked in from work. I loved his rugged, manly, grizzly nature. I was in my Trig class and couldn't concentrate. I wanted him so bad. Luckily, it was Tuesday and I only had 2 morning classes and the afternoon off. I got home early and cleaned and started dinner. My dad had called me and said he'd be home about 6:30 pm. I was keeping an eye out and then I heard his truck. I had on a tight, sexy tidy-whitey, and on the back, with a Sharpie, I'd written "Daddy's Whore!" and cut out a hole perfectly aligned to my asshole. To cover up a bit, I'd put on an apron. As my Daddy neared the door, I got on my knees... waiting for him to enter our home. When he stepped foot in the door, he saw me and gave me a quizzical look. I welcomed him and told him I was ready to service him. He cracked a big smile. But then he told me he was dirty and stunk of sweat. I looked up at him and told him I wanted him, needed him, desired him this way. "Daddy, I've had you on my mind all day. I want to taste you, to smell you, to have you right here, right now... just the way you are." And with that I crawled over to him and started unzipping his pants. He closed the door and backed up to it. I unbuttoned his jeans, lowered them and his underwear as I fished out his Daddy cock. I took his cock and rubbed it all over my face, especially over my lips. He smelled manly, funky, and raw. And I loved it! I took my time with Dad's cock. I kissed his one-eyed monster right on the tip and then tongued it, taking his head in my mouth, savoring every bit of his manhood. I licked it up and down all the way to the base, sniffing his low-hanging jewels like a little bitch in heat. I'd wanted this all day. He moaned and encouraged his little whore to suck him good. I couldn't get enough of my father. I took his cock in my mouth, inch by savory inch as my Dad took my head in his hands and started skull fucking me. I'd grown to be a pro cocksucker. My dad was a good 8.5 inches and I could fit it all in. He loved it when he tickled my throat and his balls slapped against my chin. He once told me no woman had ever managed that feat. But I was different. I didn't suck him because he wanted me to or to just do it. I sucked him because I thoroughly enjoyed it. Before long, he was fucking my mouth calling me every dirty, filthy name you can think of. I loved being used by my father. I held onto his waist, running my hands on his tight stomach and then I grabbed him from his yummy ass and pushed him further in my mouth. I was soon enjoying the fruits of my labor. Dad exploded in my mouth, coating my throat and in essence my tummy with his yummy Daddy juice, and I drank every last scrumptious drop. I felt Dad go weak in the knees. He was panting and breathing hard. He looked down at me at the same time I looked up at him. Our eyes locked. We exchanged so much love in that moment. But I wasn't done yet. I wanted to do something I hadn't done before. I was going out on a limb, wasn't sure how he'd react, but I wouldn't know 'til I tried. Once Daddy regained some strength, I helped him out of his jeans and underwear and reached up and unbuttoned his shirt and helped him take it off. He, of course, thought I was undressing him so he could take a shower, but once naked I started turning him around. He was confused. He didn't know what I wanted or what I was doing. He looked at me with a "what the hell?" expression. I instructed him to turn around and trust me. He did as I told him. I had him stretch his arms up and out against the door and to spread his legs much like he was being frisked. He started to object, but I didn't give him a chance. Without much pretense, I grabbed hold of his ass cheeks, spread them open and went for it. He was at a loss for words, but didn't move an inch. I dove in and started licking his asshole first and then up and down his sweaty, manly asscrack. He was everything I wanted and more. I took in the musky, sweaty, manly scent of my Daddy and I was hungry for more. Soon enough, he was relaxed and enjoying the sensation. He even started purring and moaning his approval. I'd never rimmed him before, yet he'd done it to me many times. He loved it so much he spread his legs a little wider and stuck his ass out a little more. I couldn't get enough of his tight, meaty cheeks and his tasty manhole. And when I licked from his asshole down to his balls, I thought he'd go crazy. He absolutely loved the sensation. I reached around and took hold of his growing manmeat, which was getting harder by the second. I stroked him a few times as I licked his ass, but I knew my Daddy was tired and hungry. I turned him around, gave his Daddy cock a light, soft kiss, looked up at him and told him dinner was ready and that he should take a shower. He looked down at me with a smile and called me a cock-tease and then made his way to the shower. I Am My Father's Son Ch. 03 A big THANKS to Kat Hurlbut for helping me edit this story... This story deals with incest and male/male sex between a 18 year old son (me) and his father. In this story, all characters involved in sexual acts are 18 or over. If you are offended by the "incest" and/or "male/male" theme... please do not read this story. ****************** The Daddy/Son story continues... there are two chapters prior to this one; and although it's not necessary to read them to get the gist of my story, it would certainly make for a better reading experience. Thanks again to the Lit readers!! There's still more to this story... ****************** I was in the kitchen serving up our plates when I felt him behind me. He hugged me, nuzzled his head on my shoulder and whispered in my ear, "I love you. You look so fucking sexy in your apron and underwear," he pressed harder against me, "I had no idea getting rimmed would feel so wickedly awesome. You're amazing." He kissed all over my neck and ear. I felt so special. Together, we got dinner on the table, sat down and shared our day with one another. Before long, I had him in stitches. Oh, speaking of stitches... my Dad didn't have a stitch of clothes on. He was walking around al' fresco with his low-hanging jewels and his meaty Daddy tool swinging freely. He was such a sexy man. He loved my "Daddy's Whore!" undies and especially loved how they made it easier to fuck me. We'd been done eating for a while before I got up and walked over to my Dad. He pulled his chair out a bit allowing me to straddle him. I could feel his cock hardening and rubbing against my undie-clad ass. He brought my face to his and gave me a hungry kiss. He told me how much he loved me and how much he wanted me right here, right now. I told him I wanted him right here, right now too and begged him to fuck me bareback. We'd never done that. I assured him it was okay (earlier in the day, I'd given myself an enema so I knew I was clean). He started to tell me something and I put a finger on his lips. I again begged him and assured him it was okay. He nodded, spit in his hand and massaged his cock. It would have to do. He lifted me and aligned his cock to my asshole. With a bit of maneuvering I began to slide down on his cock, taking him in inch by thick inch. We'd never fucked in this position before, and to see his facial expressions as he drove himself in deep took my breath away. His lustful look assured me he enjoyed me the very same way I was enjoying his thickness. We couldn't take our eyes off each other. And then, he bottomed out. I sat motionless reeling in the magical feeling of having him buried deep in me. I slowly started to gyrate my hips never taking my eyes off him. We had each other hypnotized. He gave me a faint smile, but neither of us spoke. There was no need. Our eyes spoke volumes. He loved the way I worked my ass, the way I milked his cock. He grabbed me by the waist and lifted me up a little and then down. His cock was made for my asshole. He started pistoning in and out of me slowly at first. Soon he was fucking me hard and kissing me harder neither one saying a word, but we grunted, moaned, purred, hugged, kissed... then I felt it. His cum shot deep in me. I felt his cream coat my insides. He kept fucking me and soon I felt his cum leaking out of my well-fucked asshole. I realized right at that moment, that I belonged to him forever. We kissed and held on to each other for what seemed an eternity. After we'd come down from our euphoric high I moved off him and took him by the hand and led him to the bathroom where we washed each other down thoroughly. He held me tight as the water cascaded over us, and as I looked at him I noticed it for the first time... a hint of concern deep in his soul. I brushed it off. We were both happy and there was no room for gloominess or sadness. However, I wasn't wrong. That night as we lay in bed and as he held me close and lovingly, he shared with me that he was worried for me, for my future. He went on to explain that he loved me with every particle of his body, but he realized I was young and inexperienced in love. What we had was quite special and magical, but he had already experienced love once with my mom. I was almost 20 and the only thing I knew when it came to "love" was him. He wanted me to have a chance at love with someone my age. He wanted to give me my freedom to go out and find love. I was confused and scared. Had he grown tired of me? Did he not desire me anymore? I was hurt. He felt me tense up, and because he knew me so well he knew what I was thinking. He brought his face to mine, shook his head and gave me a big smile. He told me to shake all those negative thoughts out of my head. He told me he knew I was hurt and probably thinking all sorts of stupid, crazy things. He looked me dead on and said, "I LOVE YOU, which is why I need to do this for you." He assured me he'd be there for me for as long as God kept him on this Earth. He needed no one else, nor did he desire anyone else. But he needed to know he'd given me an opportunity to find a lifelong partner, be it a girl or a guy. We'd always have our special relationship, our special moments, and our special memories. None of that was gone. I thought the idea was ludicrous. I didn't need anyone else, but I wasn't going to argue. I held onto him tightly and cried myself to sleep. The next morning Dad was up at the crack of dawn. I could hear him moving about and I sat up groggily in bed wondering what he was up to. He caught sight of me and apologized for having woke me. He came over and lay with me and embraced me like only he could. I rested my head on his chest. He told me how bad he felt for hurting my feelings and decided we were going away for the weekend. His friend had a cabin at the lake and had offered it to my Dad anytime he wanted. The thought appealed to me. We hadn't gotten away in quite a while. I sat up again and told him we were wasting time. I needed to get ready. He chuckled. I jumped out of bed and zipped into the bathroom. I was standing by the toilet with my eyes closed taking a whiz when Dad came up behind me. He removed by hand and took hold of my dick and held it for me as I peed. In all our intimate moments, he'd never really played with my manhood. This was a strange, but awesome feeling. His calloused hand felt different. He held me until the last drops fell and then he proceeded to shake it off as well. I looked up at him at the same time he looked down and our lips met. He never released me. I could feel myself hardening as he started stroking me. It felt so different. I'd always taken care of his tool. I stroked him, not the other way around. He pulled back from our kiss long enough to tell me he loved me, and I told him I loved him too. He repositioned himself behind me, wrapping his left arm around me while jacking me off with his right. It felt so good. I went weak in the knees and he held me up with his body. I soon announced to him that I was going to cum and this encouraged him to pick up speed until I screamed that I was cumming. He released me from his grip, cupped his left hand and pumped my juice into it. I could barely stand up I was so weak. He told me to lean on him, which I did. Once I was done, I opened my eyes and there he was looking at me with a big smile. He made sure I was able to stand on my own and then stepped back a bit and rubbed my cum all over his chest and neck. He brought his hand to his face and took a big whiff and just reveled in the smell of his baby's juice. I couldn't help myself. I jumped and wrapped my legs around his waist and embraced him and soon my sticky substance was all over both our chests. After our shower, we got dressed but not before he instructed me to wear my special "Daddy's Whore!" undies, and I told him I wanted him to go commando. I wanted access to my Daddy anytime I got the urge. He playfully slapped my ass and told me I was an insatiable little slut. I couldn't agree more. Soon we were on the road. It was going to be a short 3-hour drive. It was still dark out and I asked if he minded me sitting next to him in his truck to which he answered that he'd be upset if I didn't. I loved my Daddy. The drive gave us the opportunity to pick up on last night's conversation. I told my Dad that I was happy with our special relationship and that now that I knew how he felt, I'd definitely keep it in mind, but I begged him to please leave things as they were for now... just me and him. I even took it one step further and snaked my hand to his crotch while saying, "Daddy, please tell me what I need to do to convince you that I want nothing more than to be your little cock whore. I love the way you fuck me and cum deep in my mancunt. I want to be your fucktoy forever." I was conveying all this in my most sexiest, seductive voice whilst rubbing his cock through his jeans. I could feel him getting hard so I unzipped his pants and fished his delicious cock out. He playfully told me I was going to make him crash. I told him to focus on the road. I also told him to raise his buttocks so I could push his pants down. This would give me full access to his scrumptious family jewels. Daddy's dick was already at full mast. I took my time enjoying his taste. His musky manliness was so intoxicating. I could suck him for hours and I had a feeling this weekend I was going to have my chance. I followed the protruding vein on his meat with my tongue, which went lengthwise from below his thick head to the base. I could hear him moaning. I lightly nibbled on his 'cojones' and then paid special attention to his head. I took his meat in my hand and flickered the slit with my tongue, which caused him to shudder with excitement. I asked him if he liked that and he moaned his approval. My next move caught him off guard, I deep-throated him and he gasped. I did this a couple more times suctioning as I pulled back. I felt him tense up so I pulled his cock out of my mouth and with my thumb I pressed down on the vein running alongside the bottom of his dick. I was not going to let him cum. I'd bring him to the brink and leave him hanging. I wanted him to be super horny when we got to the lake. I asked him if he liked what I was doing and he told me he did. I asked him if he was going to stop his crazy talk about my having to find someone else and he agreed. I announced that as punishment for hurting my feelings, he wasn't going to cum until I gave him permission and that he would finish the trip with his cock al' fresco. I sat up and he gave me a confused look and I looked at him with a mocking, defiant look. He laughed and called me a cock tease. We finally arrived and as he parked the truck Dad sat for a few seconds. He looked at his flaccid cock and then me then back at his cock. "Can I pull my pants up now?" he asked wryly. I ignored his mocking tone and asked "Are we alone out here?" He said yes, so I told him to wait. I stepped foot out of the truck, came around his door, opened it and standing by my Dad I announced this weekend was going to be naked weekend, neither of us would wear a stitch of clothing the time we were there. I removed my clothes, of course making a show of it. My father sat in the truck taking in my strip tease and enjoying every second. He even gave me a low whistle. And then I was standing there fully naked as I motioned for him to get out. When he stood next to me, I pulled the jeans off from him and then pulled his shirt off, copying his low whistle. He kissed me and told me this weekend was going to be a special one. We left our clothes in the truck and took our overnight bags and couple bags of groceries in. The cabin was beautiful and fully stocked with groceries. We gave ourselves a tour of each bedroom, the living room, the kitchen and the back patio and then something caught our eye and we looked at one another... a hot tub! Oh, I thought... the possibilities were endless. I'm quite certain my father thought the exact same thing. My dad suggested we go in and take a nap so we could rest and enjoy the rest of the day. He took me by the hand and led me to the master bedroom where we laid down and soon we fell asleep. I woke up; or rather, the awesome feeling of my father's tongue snaked deep in my ass woke me. The delicious sensation brought me out of my deep slumber and I started gyrating my hips and moaning. This encouraged my Daddy more. He moved back allowing me to get up on my knees and get my ass up in the air. He gently spread my ass cheeks and continued to blow, lick, and lightly bite my inner cheeks. Slowly, he started working his way down my scrotum. He was driving me insane and I whimpered and begged him for more. He asked me if I was ready for him and I told him I was. My father got behind me and tenderly pulled my upper body up to his body running his hands all over my stomach, my chest, my neck and then my face, turning me so our lips could meet. Our bodies were on fire. His passionate touch lit me up. I could feel his hard meat rubbing on my ass. He kept telling me he wanted me so bad, he needed me. I moaned into his mouth, his tongue burning the inside of my mouth as he took control of me. I was putty in his hands. I'm certain at one point I stopped breathing from the excitement. My Daddy broke our kiss, held my face with his hand and told me all I needed to know with his gorgeous, sparkling eyes. He then started kissing my cheek, down my neck, my shoulder and then down my spine whilst positioning me on all fours. He then positioned himself at my entrance and slowly, oh so slowly fed me his cock inch by thick inch. He bottomed out and held himself buried deep within my tight hole taking in the warm, silky feeling. No longer would he wear a condom when he made love to me. He wanted to feel the raw experience and I; well I loved it when he filled my insides with his Daddy juice. Daddy was so much more loving, sensual and passionate in his lovemaking today. We were connecting on every level. I enjoyed feeling him grab me by my waist and command my body, in and out slowly pistoning his love into me. I was moaning, pleading, and begging for him to never stop. He caressed my back, neck, and shoulders with his strong, masculine hands sending tiny electrical shocks up and down my spine. With him fully in me, he brought me back up pressed my body to his as he continued his loving strokes in and out of me. I loved him back working my ass for him, flexing my love chute, pulling him in me and then pushing him out. He once again maneuvered my face to kiss me again and just as he tongue-fucked my mouth he added some pressure to my nips. I thought I'd died and gone to Heaven. The tit stimulation excited me beyond belief and I picked up the tempo urging him to do the same. Our lovemaking shifted to a full-blown, animalistic, grunting fuck. He kept pinching and pulling on my nipples with his rough fingers and I kept working my ass, sucking his cock with my asshole. Suddenly my world exploded. I experienced the most intense, mind-blowing, earth-shattering orgasm, which caused my father to put his action into overdrive until he popped spraying my insides with his hot Daddy seed. He was grunting and calling out to me proclaiming his undying love for me. I was exhausted. I couldn't keep up with my father. He was an unstoppable, insatiable love machine. I fell asleep with that thought. My Daddy let me sleep for a good hour before he was calling out to me to wake up. He had already showered and was making breakfast. It seemed like we had done so much and it was barely mid-morning. Of course, we'd started our day quite early. At Dad's insistence, I jumped in the shower and cleaned up and then I met up with my naked Dad in the kitchen. I could stare at his muscular body for hours. He caught me staring and motioned me over with a shake of his head, "Come on Stud, the day's gonna get away from us." I walked up behind him, gave him a playful smack on his tight ass and kiddingly told him he was so bossy. He chuckled. I fixed our coffees while he fixed our plates. During breakfast he shared with me that we were gonna go hiking and fishing and hopefully catch us some dinner. In my eyes, this made him sexier to the nth degree. To do so, however, we'd have to put on clothes and he asked me how I wished to handle that situation since I had declared earlier this to be a no-clothes weekend. Obviously, I'd have to compromise so I agreed to pants commando style and no shirt. He liked the idea and soon we were off.