I get to suck my father's cock
When I was 15, we moved from L.A. to a rural part of San Diego
county. I had been developing the usual teen ` I hate my father'
attitude for some time but I knew within me I loved him and
missed the closeness we had when I was younger. My dad never did
anything that was overtly sexual towards me but I had found some
gay magazines in the barn once. I knew they were his immediately
but I had no idea the impact the magazines would have one me. At
first, I stayed away but over time I started to go into the barn
more and more and look at the magazines. The cool thing is that
they were in a loft so from there I could keep an eye out to make
sure no one was coming. I would open them and look at the images
of the guys' large cocks, the others who were sucking them. I
would then sneak back into the house and at night, masturbate
furiously remembering the images.
As I became used to being in the barn loft, I began to rub myself
through my pants while I looked at the magazines. What especially
turned me on were the images showing men on their knees sucking
other guys including this one time, a very young guy sucking a
guy with grey hair. Wow. The magazines changed from time to time
so it was clear that my dad was coming there also. The loft also
became more comfortable with carpet scraps and some old cushions
but I found myself especially turned on that it was so dusty
there; like the dirty atmosphere in some way made it a better
place to enjoy my dirty feelings. After about the 4th or 5th time
I went there, I started pulling my pants down to masturbate to
the images; a few more times and I was naked. Here's the cool
thing - I would lay down where my dad had obviously been laying
down and masturbate. After a while, I would masturbate until I
came but I was careful to come through the loft opening onto the
dirt floor below and then cover my cum up as I left. Then I made
a mistake - I was so caught up in my passion that I came and came
hard, splashing onto the magazine image. I tried wiping it off
but I freaked and put the magazine with the hot image of the
young guy sucking the older man away and ran back to the house.
There, in the bathroom, I masturbated furiously for an hour,
coming many times.
At dinner that night, my dad was giving me curious looks. I was
the only son so if he had found sticky pages, there was only one
possible culprit - me! I was busy focusing on dinner but he
asked, "son, were you in the barn today??" "uh, no dad." "Really,
I found some things out of place." "No, dad, I was late from
school."
One of my sisters, worse, my younger sister with the big tits I
had been in lust with for a few years said, "Yea you were, I saw
you coming from the barn." I glared at my sister and shook my
head but my dad was thoughtful. "Well, if you're going to play in
there, make sure you clean up after yourself, ok??" He kind of
half winked and I thought I was going to die. But you know the
funny thing?? I instantly got hard and the image that came to me
was me on my knees, sucking my father. I had been thinking he was
weird but now I understood that it was a kind of weird that made
sense. I wanted my dad so much that it hurt.
We lived outside of town a bit and during this time of sexual
turmoil, I was frequently awake after everyone had gone to sleep.
I would sneak out of the house and walk to the front of the
property. It was a pretty big place and when I was in front near
the road, I couldn't be seen from the house. I would strip down
and walk naked, sometimes sneaking to the edge of the road and
masturbating, ducking down when cars would pass... my ducks
became slower over time and I remember one glorious time I stood
at the side of the road masturbating as cars passed me until one
car passed me, slowed and stopped. My breath was coming short but
I kept masturbating as the car turned and came back my way,
slowing and stopping across the street. It was a middle age guy
maybe half my dad's age and he just watched me.... and I could
tell .... he had unzipped and was masturbating too. We watched
each other for a few minutes before my nerve broke and I stepped
back into the brush alongside the road. He stayed there another
10 minutes or so and then eventually left. I always wondered what
would have happened if I had crossed the road, opened the car
door and stepped in. My 15 year old, naked self with clothes left
behind. Even today I get hard thinking about it. Can you imagine??
You as the middle aged guy and a young boy walks across the road
naked towards you, his hard cock in his hand, his eyes locked
hard with yours and his breath coming short. He walks in front of
your car, his beautiful nude body highlighted in your car's
lights. He (me) comes around to your right side and opens the
door and stretches into your car, laying his head onto your lap.
Looking up into your eyes, he (me) licks up your hard cock and
then lifts his head and begins to suck you. You, thinking about
the night ahead, put the car back into gear and slowly drive
away, his (my) head bobbing up and down on your cock, my nude
body stretched across the seat next to you. We will leave aside
the potential danger and focus instead on the hotness. I have
delivered myself to you, to be used by you as you see fit. My
ass, my mouth, my cock ... yours.
In fact, I went back to my house and did something I had learned
to enjoy that summer. I took a cool shower and then stole nakedly
from the bathroom to my bed, wet and cock in hand to masturbate
until I came. . . This night however, I was too worked up so
after the shower, I opened the bathroom door and stood there
nude, listening to the night. It was probably 2 am at this point
and the night was quiet. I am standing at the open bathroom door,
the lights off. I am wet and naked and my breath is coming short.
I am so excited I cannot stand it.
My dad's room is between the bathroom and my bed and as I stepped
out from the bathroom, my hand is on my cock. Before, I would
hurry past his door but this night I tiptoed up to it, dripping
wet and masturbating. I stop. I listen carefully. I slowly kneel
in front of his door until my eyes are at the level of the knob.
I feel like I'm praying to the gods. `please, let me please you.
Put your hand to the back of my head and pull me to your cock.
Let me please you.' I truly felt I had entered into a fairy
realm. Something magical while I knelt there nude, masturbating.
One of several possibilities happen at this point. The most
obvious is that I stand and go to my bed. At the time, I really
wished this had happened because it wasn't what happened.
Instead, my father yanked open the door. I was so surprised that
I sprawled backwards and hit my back against the wall behind me.
He was standing there nude, oh, and how glorious he was. At the
time, I was trying to explain why I was laying there naked and he
was there trying to be furious with me... what was happening
however was that both of us were too turned on for words. He
stepped out into the hall to yell at me, closing the door behind
him. I began to rise to apologize and explain. At the time the
door closed behind him, my lips came up to his half hard cock and
I lost it.... Or maybe it is better to say, I found it. On my
knees, my father's cock was down my throat and I knew I had found
meaning in my life. You might have laughed at me as you saw me
bobbing up and down desperately there but I had found myself, my
position in life there, and I sucked him like he was my god. My
dad, oh damn he was shocked, he leaned back against the wall and
watched, and then slowly, he brought up his hand and cupped it to
the back of my head. I learned to deep throat that night cause he
would not have had it any other way. He pulled my head down on
his very hard cock and he fucked my face, controlling me,
controlling the scene and then he came. Wow.
We were both quiet but it's hard to mask all sounds, I heard him
quietly encouraging me to take him deeper and although I was too
absorbed at the moment, later I wondered if my mom and sisters
heard anything. They didn't say anything at that time but my
younger sister once said she knew I had played with my dad.
Funny, it wasn't just that one time, my dad and I were lovers for
the next 20 years though that barn loft became our meeting point
most times after. I always made it a point to shower late and
leave the bathroom nude. When he and I were alone, we were nude
together and I don't think 2 weeks passed that I didn't have his
cock in mouth.