Happy Father’s Day

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Trigger: Incest.

Dad raised me alone, and had always done everything he could to give me a good life. He worked hard. Sometimes two, even three jobs, just to provide, and we were extremely close because of it.

By the time I turned nineteen, I was finally able to get a job and contribute to the house, which allowed Dad to relax a little. He began working out in his free time, which he seemed to enjoy, but with college on the horizon, I was becoming more and more concerned that once I was gone, Dad would be alone.

He never dated after Mom left. I used to think that he simply didn't have the time, but years later, he remained single, and didn't even seem interested in finding that special someone. I felt sorry for him, of course, but my dad was a very stubborn man, so I rarely pried.

I'd been working at a gas station and was on my third night shift. As anybody who works nights will know, the days become a blur, and when I woke that Sunday afternoon, still groggy and tired, I lay in bed and tried to figure out what it was that I'd forgotten.

My schedule was constantly full. I hit the gym four days a week, worked five, and tried to spend as much time with my girlfriend in between. Truthfully, I was looking forward to leaving for college, because it was set to be a break from the madness at home. As I lay there contemplating everything, it struck me.

I jumped from the bed and dragged on the clothes that I could find. I knew it was already too late to make it seem like I hadn't forgotten, but I hurried from my bedroom, bumping into things as I did, and skidded down the stairs to find Dad in the living room, drinking a beer on his own.

"I'm so sorry, Dad" I groaned, dropping my head into my hands, "I've just been so busy and… And…"

He looked around at me and smiled. He was an incredibly handsome man, and at forty-three, he actually appeared to be getting better looking.

"Don't worry about it, son" he said, "you've been working hard".

"I know" I sighed, "but I just… I'm really sorry".

He stood up from the sofa and walked toward me. He wore his usual beater, which showed off his muscular arms, and a pair of loose shorts. He pulled me into a bear hug, and we remained like that for a moment.

"Happy Father's Day" I said, cringing slightly at my own stupidity for forgetting it.

"Thank you" he whispered, and tussled my hair before sitting back down. "Why don't you have a beer with me?" He asked, and although I wasn't much of a drinker, I was happy to oblige, and so, in the hours that followed, Dad and I watched some old movies and drank a case of beer between us.

"I'm proud of you, you know that, right?" He said, and the effect of the alcohol was apparent on both of us. "I've always been proud of you".

I nodded. "Thanks" I said, and although I was nineteen, I wasn't shocked when he pulled me against his chest and hugged me again.

He smelled like Dad. There's no easy way to describe it. He'd been wearing the same cologne for as long as I could remember, and when the day had been long, and his muscular, meaty body had absorbed the scent and added it's own, it gave off a deliciously masculine aroma which, admittedly, I had grown to love.

We sat like that for a while. I could hear the sound of his slow heartbeat in his chest, rhythmically pumping against my ear, and I took a moment to appreciate how lucky I was to have him. He ran his thumb down the back of my ear, and my eyes became heavy.

"I love you, son" he breathed, trailing his fingers down my neck, making me sigh contently.

"I love you too, Dad".

Further down my neck he continued, and the sensation was so welcoming that even as he reached my t-shirt, and pushed further again, I lay there and allowed it to happen.

I don't know if I realised what was going on at the time. Perhaps he didn't realise, either. It felt natural. Normal even, and as Dad traced my spine with his fingertips, and eventually toyed with the waistband of my shorts, I could do little but allow it.

I'd never been touched before. I was a very modest young man, and although I'd inherited my father's good looks, I was yet to go the distance with my girlfriend. We had kissed, of course, but on the two occasions that she'd attempted to go further, I'd stopped her.

He pushed his fingers into the back of my shorts, and despite the fact that I was now becoming very aware, I remained in place. I wasn't sure if I wanted it to happen, or if I was simply testing out whether it really was happening, at all, but I remained in place as I felt my dad's hand slide further down my backside.

He didn't say a word. We both continued to watch the television, even when he slipped inside my underwear. I felt his heart beat faster, however, and mine did the same, and as his calloused hand began to gently squeeze my bare ass, I let out a soft gasp.

"You alright, son?" He asked, pushing a finger between my cheeks and tenderly stroking the tip around my virgin rim.

I didn't answer him. I couldn't answer him. The pleasure that was zapping through my body was unlike anything I'd ever felt before. It was as though the shame of doing something so deranged, was exactly what was making it feel so good!

I was hard now. Not just hard, but violently hard. My cock pressed against my thighs as I curled closer against him, giving him more access to me than I ever had before, and he took the opportunity to edge a finger inside me.

My eyes remained firmly on the television, though I had no idea what was playing. My hole stretched around his knuckle, and a moment later, he reached a spot inside me that made me moan.

I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment. How had I just moaned in front of my own father? I wanted the ground to swallow me, but he seemed unbothered, and continued to stroke that special, sensitive spot inside me, until my shorts became wet.

I caught sight of the bulge in his shorts. It felt utterly bizarre to be staring at, what was unmistakably, my father's erection. I watched as it tensed and twitched, and kept my eyes on it as he continued to finger me.

Suddenly, the only thing in the world that I wanted to do, was return the overwhelming pleasure that he was giving me, and so, for a reason I'll never understand, I reached out my hand, and closed it around the outline of his cock.

He let out the breath that he'd been holding in. I felt his rod swell further through the fabric, and began to slowly stroke it in time with his finger. Neither of us said a word, until finally Dad pushed down his shorts, and allowed me my first ever glimpse at the hard cock which had brought me into this world.

It was large and thick. A bush of black pubic hair hid the base, and the shaft curved to the right with a river of bulging veins spread throughout. The head was wet and pink, half covered by a loose foreskin which was sliding back of it's own accord. Without knowing, I guessed that my father's cock was at least seven inches of pure man-meat, which was two inches larger than my own.

I returned the favour. I shimmied out of my shorts and briefs, and he pulled my t-shirt over my head until I sat next to him naked. He kept his finger inside me, as he stripped off the rest of his own clothes, and then our bodies touched, and I'd never experienced anything like it.

With his free hand, Dad grabbed his cock and began to stroke it near my face. The warm, ripe scent of his meat wasn't unlike my own, though it was far sharper, and ten times as masculine. I inhaled it with each deep breath; filling my lungs with the scent of my father's junk, and felt my own one leak onto my legs.

I had to touch him. I don't know why, but the urge had become too strong to ignore. I reached out once more, this time closing my hand around his hand, and allowing him to guide me up and down his cock, until he removed his own, and I began to jerk my dad off.

I watched closely as the skin slipped up and back over his bulbous cock head. I became mesmerised by it, and a moment later, a clear bulb of pre-cum drooled from his piss slit and trailed over my knuckles.

His breathing became heavier, and in that moment, I decided to give my dad the best Father's Day gift I could think of. I twisted my naked body around, lowered my head, and closed my lips around his tool, and Dad moaned softly.

The taste was sharp and strong. The salty flavours spread across my tastebuds as he leaked more of his mess into my mouth. My tongue slipped around his soft, smooth glans, and I felt his cock swell further.

Down below, he pulled his finger from my hole and reached between my legs. He found my stiff cock, and began to tease the underside with his rough fingertip. I twitched at his touch, but allowed him to explore the body that he'd created, all while I gulped down more of his pre.

I couldn't take all of him. My inexperienced throat wasn't ready for that yet, but I did the best I could, and managed five or six inches of his cock until I began to choke and gag. He squeezed my own one, and collected my fluids on his fingers before wetting my hole with them. Over and over again he spread my pre-fuck onto my hole, whilst I slurped away on his beautiful organ, until finally he spoke.

"Put it inside you, son" he gasped, already adjusting my naked body so that I straddled his lap, facing him. "Go on" he nodded, rubbing his wet cock against my wet hole as our faces almost touched. "Sit on it".

I stared into his deep brown eyes. Was I really about to lose my virginity to my own father? He stared back, and I knew that I was.

I grabbed hold of his thick rod and lined it up with my tight, pink hole. Feeling his warmth against me made me shiver, and when his strong hands grasped my hips and began to ease me down onto him, I whimpered.

"The pain will ease in a moment" he assured me, as my sphincter began to stretch around his helmet.

I gasped harder. The burn rippled through my insides, but there was something sadistically hot about my dad being the one to cause it. The deeper he impaled me, the harder my cock became, and he played with the head as he filled me up.

I'd never felt anything like it. My hole was spread wider than I thought possible, and inside, my father pulsed pre-cum into my bowels. We were both covered in sweat now, and when my dad took me by the back of the neck and pulled me closer, all I could do was let his tongue push inside my mouth, as he finally began to fuck me.

I don't know what I was expecting. I don't know if I was expecting anything, but as fireworks began to explode in my body, I returned the kiss and moaned into his mouth.

He thrust deep into my bowels with each stroke. The pain, just like he had said, did ease a moment later, and I felt my hole welcome each deep punch that he drilled into me. He kept his hand around my cock, easing out more and more fluid until pools of the stuff drooled down his hairy stomach.

His heavy balls bounced off me and the sound echoed through the living room. He was so incredibly strong, that I could have happily stayed there for the rest of my life, tasting him, feeling him, loving him.

On and on it went, and not for one second, did the man lose stamina. It felt like a jackhammer was pounding my sensitive hole, and only when I eventually let out the horny cry that I'd been holding in, did he slow down and allow me to orgasm on his cock.

"That'a boy" he groaned, jerking my swollen cock as squirts of thick cum shot upwards, drenching his face and chest.

I was dizzy and lightheaded. The orgasm had rocked every inch of my body, inside and out, but his cock continued to plough me, and when I felt him guide my head toward my own mess, I began to suck and lick it all off him as he reached the end.

He grunted first. He reached down and grabbed my ass cheeks, pulling them roughly apart as I licked his chest. He held them apart and violently rammed his cock so deep into my body, that I was sure he had reached my stomach.

I whimpered again, but Dad was too deep in thought to care. He snarled, gasped and finally, moaned, as he shot a mammoth load inside me, and I felt the heaviness of his sperm as it destroyed my insides.

We remained in place. Both of us gasping for air as the realisation of what had just happened became clear. My own father had just fucked me. I sat back and we stared at each other. His cock began to soften inside me, and mine continued to drip onto his body.

"I could do with some pizza" I smiled, to break the tension.

He continued watching me for a moment before his handsome smile lit his face.

"So could I, son" he whispered, as his cock slipped out of me with a wet squelch.

"Happy Father's Day, Dad" I breathed, and licked the last droplet of cum from his chest.



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