My Dad And I

I knew I was gay when I was a teenager. In college I regularly hooked up with different partners. I occasionally experimented with different recreational substances. The first time I used crystal meth I fucked several guys non-stop for hours.

I even convinced my straight and strait-laced Dad to try weed and other stuff. He’s this tall handsome muscle guy. I still remember the first time he tried crystal meth. I got him to take off his underwear and I gave him his first booty pump. He had this beautiful round ass and a tight furry hole.

Meth made him very horny that night, he was almost sexually compulsive and he had far fewer inhibitions. He started jacking off in front of me. I stuck a finger up his tight ass and told him that I was going to fuck him. I loosened his tight hole with my fingers and lots of lube then I fucked his tight ass non-stop for hours. He kept begging me to go deeper, to fuck him harder. Sex was aggressive but it seemed strangely disconnected.

We soon discovered how addictive it was. We were fucking non-stop for days. Dad’s business suffered, I lost my job and we drifted away from friends and family. We seemed to be constantly fucking. He sold our home and we moved to a small apartment. We spiralled into non-stop meth induced fucking each and every day.

It took months of rehab and therapy before we finally purged ourselves from this addiction. We’re not cured but we’re clean. We stopped having sex before we went into rehab. Dad rebuilt his business and I got a new job.

One day Dad turns to me and asks me to fuck him. He seemed almost embarrassed by his request. I figured that part of our life was over. I couldn’t imagine that my clean and sober straight Dad would ever want to have sex with me again. Something had changed in him and he couldn’t deny that he either wanted or needed a cock in his ass. That night was the first time that I fucked him when we weren’t high.

That night I also discovered he wasn’t as tight as I remembered. His hole took some pretty serious damage after almost two years of non-stop fucking. The sex however was far more intimate than when we were on meth. I couldn’t fuck him non-stop for hours but it was enough for both of us. That night we kissed for what seemed like the first time. He seemed relieved to have my cock thrusting away in his ass.

We moved to a larger city for a fresh start. No one knows that we’re father and son. They think that we’re this cute gay couple. I had to stop calling him Dad. He’s still very hot and I look forward to coming home to him every night. We enjoy a very healthy sex life but I often feel guilty of how I almost completely ruined his life. I also can’t help thinking that meth made him gay. That I made him gay. But he has no regrets and I’m not sure I would even if I could take it all back. Dad’s the most amazing person and he’s very responsive when we make love.

Dad may be a bottom but I sleep wrapped in his strong arms. He makes me feel safe and loved. We’ve been together for eight years now. I cannot imagine a life without him and I’m afraid of losing him. So I make him eat healthier foods and workout more often. The pandemic has made me even more terrified of loosing him. I make him wear a mask and take all the recommended precautions.

I doubt that any of our family or our old friends would accept us as a couple. I would marry him in a heartbeat if it was legal. I would love to give him a grandchild. There’s more to our story but we wanted to share this part of that story first.