Let me start off by telling you a little about myself. My name is Bryan and I’m eighteen years of age. I’m about six-four and lean; my eyes are blue and my hair is mahogany brown and tousled. I’m gay, but I never confessed this to anybody. My mother passed before I ever got the chance and my father was born in the Bible belt. He calls himself a ‘Southern Gentleman’, but I highly doubt he’d understand or even attempt to understand what I am. He’s a Southern Baptist, or at least that’s how he was raised, so I’m pretty sure if I told him I was gay, he would think that I could be ‘cured’. Cured? That’s complete and utter bullshit. I was born this way and there is nothing wrong with whom I am. It’s two-thousand and thirteen and we live in New York State, not Louisiana.
Anyway, it was a mild day in the middle of May on a Saturday. My father was out running errands and I don’t have any siblings, so I was home alone. I shut my bedroom door and turned on my laptop. I put on some porn where two really hot guys were going at it. I was wearing boxers and they were about to rip from the pressure of my erection. My cock is about eight inches long and pretty thick. It was craving the touch of another man, but I’m a virgin with no prospects, so my hands had to do. I put some lotion on my left hand and started going at it. My lips parted and I let out a moan. One of the guys was getting ass fucked and I was getting even harder thinking about someone doing that to me. I was just about to finish when I heard my door open.
My father came into my room without even a light knock, though I don’t think I would have heard it even if he did. I was intent on my impending orgasm. I paused my video, but I didn’t have a chance to close it. He already saw enough.
"Son, what are you doing?" he asked, his voice only a whisper.
"Dad, I can explain… wait why didn’t you knock first?" I asked in a confused tone.
"I didn’t think. Look, is there something we have to talk about?" he questioned, gesturing to the screen and my fleeting erection. My cock was still in full view.
"Dad, I think it’s pretty obvious that we have to talk, but I’m pretty god damn embarrassed to talk right now unless you insist."
I thought my father would be pissed off that I “used the Lord’s name in vain”, but he didn’t pretend to be a Christian anymore. He hadn’t gone to church in years and only his thick accent indicated he was from the South. He still had a farmer’s body, long and lean, but strong. He hadn’t tended the farms in nearly twenty years. Anyway, he was acting pretty fucking weird. He just caught his ‘in the closet’ son jacking off to gay porn and he wasn’t freaking out.
"I insist. I don’t want you to talk until we’re finished, okay?" he asked.
"Okay dad," I replied, my cock still hanging out in plain view.
"Your mother and I were set up by my parents…" he started saying.
"What does that have to do with this?" I asked, gesturing to the computer screen where a white guy was getting anal from a black guy.
"Just keep listening. Anyway, before I met your mother, my father caught me in the barn sucking our neighbor’s dick," my father said and I froze. What the fuck was he talking about? Is he bisexual?
He continued, “He nearly had a heart attack right then and there. He insisted that there was something wrong with me and I could be ‘cured’. So, he introduced me to your mother, who as you know was gorgeous. We wed when we were eighteen, still in high school and had you nine months later. She could have been Miss America. She had the perfect hourglass figure with beautiful tits and she was a virgin before we wed. She had a C-section with you, so her pussy was always so tight. But, she didn’t do a thing for me. It took me a half an hour to get it up with her. I was always faithful to her, though it was nearly impossible. Anyway, two days after her funeral, I fucked her brother who lusted after me for years. I got hard the second I saw his tight abs and thick cock.”
My own thick cock twitched in response; my father noticed right away. Where was he going with this? Is this the same man who raised me for the past eighteen years? I started looking at my father differently. We are of similar builds, tall and lean. His eyes are blue like mine, but he has thick blond hair. His lips are big and pouty and I couldn’t help but picture them wrapped around my cock. What was I doing? As I pictured this, my cock got even harder. My father is a handsome man and his accent just makes him sexier. He’s only thirty-six and has a face that could be on the cover of magazines.
"Anyway, I’m sure you’re wondering why the hell I’m telling you this. I just want you to know that I completely understand and accept you for you. I’m never going to force you to be someone you’re not like my father did. There is nothing unnatural about two men together. Why don’t you turn the video back on?"
And watch porn with my dad? Somehow my cock got harder. I hit play and I couldn’t help but start touching myself. My father moved my hand away and started touching my cock. He started at the tip and rubbed his index finger across it a few times before going down my shaft with his large hands. I moaned and moved my head to kiss his mouth. We made out intensely for a few minutes and his hands started to pick up the pace. Our tongues danced in each other’s mouths and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I started gushing semen in his hand. At that moment, I didn’t care he was my father. I looked at him carnally.
He dropped to the floor on his knees and licked all the cum from his hand and my still slightly hard cock. What was happening to me? He put his mouth on my cock and it somehow managed to get hard again. His head bobbed up and down. He licked the head and that nearly sent me over. My fingers gripped onto the computer chair. I was going to put gashes in the fabric. His head began bobbing up and down again and he cupped my balls with his hands. He continued this for a while before he spat on one hand. He rubbed the saliva on my anus and inserted one finger. This sent me into overdrive. I was all sensation; it was like an out of body experience. I was no longer moaning; I was screaming.
He removed my cock from his mouth and said, “I want to take you, son.”
"Fuck yes, dad," I said as his finger continued to work on my ass.
He stopped doing everything and began undressing us completely. I kicked my boxers off and stood up. I removed his shirt and kissed him passionately. I could taste me on his tongue and that was just so fucking hot. I could feel his erection through his tight jeans and I began working on his belt. I dropped to my knees and torn the belt off him. I pulled his jeans and boxers down and he kicked them to his left. I was amazed at what I saw in front of me. He was even bigger than me, both longer and thicker. Would that fit in my virgin ass? God, I wanted to find out.
"Fuck son. What are doing?" he asked above me.
"I don’t know dad and I don’t care, frankly. This is amazing."
I placed his cock in my mouth and circled his head with my tongue. He moaned and that was the hottest thing ever. I bobbed up and down, but then he pulled me away.
"We can do more of that later, Bryan. I want to dominate that hot little ass of yours," he said and lifted me up so I was standing. "I’m just going to go grab some lube."
He came back with a bottle of lube and we moved towards my bed. He pushed me against it, so I was on my knees. I kept my elbows on the bed. I could feel him circle my ass with lube and then he stopped for a moment to put some on his raw cock. I could feel him at the entrance of my ass and my own cock hardened even more. I was about to be fucked in the ass by my own dad. Hot damn!
He slowly eased the head into my virgin ass and I instinctively said, “oww”. He didn’t apologize, which was hot. I wanted him to dominate me. He eased himself in even more with difficulty. He was about three-fourths of the way in when he began to push himself in and out. We were both moaning in pleasure and pain. I never knew it could feel so good. I broke out into a sweat. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck.
"Are you ready? I’m going to pound you now. It’s going to feel so good and hurt like hell at the same time," he whispered in my ear.
He didn’t wait for my answer; he knew what it was. He slammed his thick cock into my ass repeatedly and I started wailing in pleasure. He was right, it did hurt like hell, but I didn’t care. He was unrelenting. He continued to pound on and on until I could feel him convulse inside me. He spurted inside me and I could feel his sweet cum dripping out of my ass. That sent me over the edge and I found my own release. He kissed my neck longingly and nipped at it. I felt so animalistic and sexy. He eased himself out of me and turned me around. He wrapped his sweaty body around me and kissed me like his life depended on it. He pushed me on the bed and continued to kiss me. He bucked off and lied next to me to catch his breath.
"God son, that was amazing. I can’t believe I wasted so many years not doing that."
"With me or men in general?"
He chuckled and it was sexy as hell. “With men in general. I’m not a child molester.”
"Fuck dad. That was hot. Can we do it again?"
"There is no way you can go again right now."
"Not right now, but at some point. I want a turn fucking that ass of yours."
He kissed me on the mouth for a few seconds and said, “It’s all yours.”