I was four years old when my dad walked out on us. And I hadn't seen him since then, or so I thought until three months ago.
I'm bisexual, but mostly have fun with guys, older guys to be precise. I do have a large cock at nearly nine inches long and fairly thick, but when I'm with men I enjoy being the passive partner. As was the case three months ago.
I met a really handsome fit older guy in the library near to where my mom and I used to live. I'd gone there to meet another man who didn't show up. He smiled at me as I stood and waited and before I knew it we were talking about relationships. My lack of a girlfriend and his divorced state. When I asked him why he was divorced, he told me he preferred a young mans asshole to a woman's pussy. It was a come on and I knew it.
His apartment was fifteen minutes away and the time it took to drive across to his apartment, I'd already decided I was going to let this guy fuck me. It's probably been said on this site and by many others before me, but the man I went to bed with that afternoon was a sexual monster. His cock was a match for mine, if not a little longer. But it was his sexual appetite for licking sucking and fucking my balls, cock and asshole. We had sex for over two hours and he remained pretty much erect throughout. It was the best sex of my life, and by the time he'd cum all over my face for the second time and we'd begun to shower together, I'd found myself falling for him in a big way. As we washed and he became erect again, I told him to fuck me bareback. The sensation of his sperm flooding my asshole when he came thrusting hard up my ass, was simply awesome.
Before leaving his apartment we swapped phone numbers and arranged to meet again. Over the next couple of months (College and his work got in the way) we had sex eight more times, and every time was better than the last. He became relaxed in my company and had me performing sexual acts I'd never done before. And I loved it all.
Out with my mom shopping a fortnight ago, I saw her freeze on the spot. When I asked her if she ok she pointed and said "That guy over there is your father" Then angrily added "What the fuck is he doing back around here". I lead my mom away, not because I didn't want her to go over to him, inside I was desperate for her to do so. It was because I knew even though I'd just discovered who my father was, I also even with that knowledge, wanted him to continue fucking me.
My mother doesn't know about my father and me, and my father having fucked me four more since, hasn't got a clue either. I know I should tell them both, but even knowing he is my father, I just don't want to give up what has become a very special loving relationship, even if it is based on sex.