My dad had been absolutely furious when I brought home a boyfriend from university. He'd always told me he considered me his 'legacy' and he couldn't seem to accept that his 'legacy' was a 'lesser man' who liked to kiss dudes. He'd practically thrown a fit the first time I kissed my boyfriend in front of him. He would constantly try to persuade me to dump my boyfriend, whom he was convinced had 'turned me gay', and go out on some date with some girl that he knew. I'd been so used to being obedient to him for most of my life that I would probably have obeyed him without question if it wasn't for my boyfriend's emotional support and him arguing back at my dad's homophobia.
That didn't stop dad from trying, though, as the next visit he'd asked me to try kissing a girl and then compare it with a kiss with my boyfriend to see which I found better. If I preferred the girl, I'd have to take her on a date. I was friends with the girl in question, and my boyfriend was cool with it, so to humour my dad, I went along with it. Unsurprisingly, I preferred kissing my boyfriend. I tried explaining to my dad that I only wanted to kiss guys and that no girl would ever tempt me away from my boyfriend. I'm not sure he got the message, as he had the look in his eye that told me he was still plotting.
I found out exactly what he was plotting the next time I visited him. As my boyfriend was unloading the car, I walked into the living room to find my dad in nothing but a jock strap and some socks. He had his ass facing me and was looking over his shoulder. "If no girl is going to work, then we'll have to give this a try." He said this as he spread his ass cheeks to expose his hairy, sweaty asshole. I was too stunned to even attempt to speak. "Here's the final offer, son. You're going to give my hole here a nice big kiss, and then you're going to give that fag you call a boyfriend a kiss as well. If you still prefer your boyfriend, I'll stop trying to break you and him up. Hell, I'll even say gays and straight men are equals. However, if you prefer kissing my asshole, then you'll have to break up with your boyfriend and go on a date with my hole." He laughed. "After all, I'd promised the girl you kissed a date if she managed to win you over; it's only fair that my ass gets the same offer." He sneered at me over his shoulder. "Well, what are you waiting for? Pucker up!"
With only a brief hesitation, I stumbled towards him. I told myself that I was just going to do it to humour him and to get him to stop trying to break me and my boyfriend up. Like with the girl I'd kissed, I'd kiss both and then choose my boyfriend. Of course, I'd choose my boyfriend over my dad's asshole. All those thoughts swirled around my mind as I kneeled behind my dad, my face level with his ass.
Up close, I could see exactly how hairy and sweaty his asshole was. I could even smell it. Before I could talk myself out of it or my boyfriend could interrupt, I pushed my head forward, burying my face between his spread cheeks. I felt around with my lips and tongue, trying to find his hole, feeling his hair, smelling his musk, and tasting his sweat. Finally locating it, I puckered my lips and gave his hole a sloppy, wet kiss.
"What the fuck!" My boyfriend had apparently finished with the car and chosen the worst possible moment to walk in on us. I quickly pulled away from dad's asshole, panic spreading throughout my body. I told myself it was because I'd just been caught kissing my own father's asshole by my loving boyfriend and not because of how good kissing dad's hole had felt.
My dad didn't seem at all concerned with what was happening; he remained in the same position, but now he was grinning smugly at my boyfriend. "If it isn't the fag himself, my son was just seeing how good kissing my hole is. Now it's your turn to be kissed. Unless my boy has already decided that he prefers my hole." He said that, shooting me a cocky grin. A flame of defiance against my dad sparked inside me; I'd prove him wrong. I marched over to my still shocked and confused boyfriend, grabbed him by the head, and slammed our lips together.
I poured all my passion into that kiss, all the love I felt for my boyfriend, and all the mixed emotions I felt towards my father. I tried so hard to make kissing my boyfriend feel even a little bit as good as kissing my dad's asshole had done. My boyfriend didn't respond to my passion at all, and after a few moments, where he stood there stunned as I kissed him, he pushed me violently away from him. I stumbled back as he rubbed frantically at his mouth. "Fuck, that's disgusting! You were eating your own dad's asshole, and then you fucking kissed me!? Why the fuck would you do that!?" He ranted as he spit and rubbed still more at his mouth, trying to remove any trace that I'd kissed him with my tainted lips.
I was having my own crisis because the kiss I'd just had with my boyfriend had been nothing in comparison to how good kissing my dad's asshole had been. "Well?" My boyfriend's pleading cry broke through my thoughts and brought my attention back to him. He was staring desperately at me, seemingly begging me for an explanation for what had just happened. But I knew I couldn't give him a satisfactory answer. Not when I now knew the answer to who I preferred kissing. "I'm sorry." I whispered to my boyfriend before turning away from him and towards my dad. "You win, dad." I said it submissively.
Dad was not humble in victory; he sprang to his feet, cheering. "Yes! Up yours, faggot! I've finally gotten your hooks out of my son. He'd rather be kissing my hole than kissing a fag like you!" He gloated at my now-ex-boyfriend, who looked confused and devastated at what was happening. "W-what are you talking about?" He asked, sounding genuinely unsure. My dad smirked a condescending smile in reply. "I'll show you. Son, kiss what you most like to kiss."
Elated at the unexpected chance to kiss dad's hole again so soon, I didn't even spare my ex a glance before I threw myself to my knees and slammed my face into dad's asscrack. Dad let out a loud, obviously exaggerated moan as I began kissing his hole. "Yes, son, kiss it. Yeah, use your tongue. God, that feels good. You like sticking your tongue up my ass, don't you? More than kissing that fag, thats for sure." My dad sneered at my ex. "See, fag, he's found that he prefers kissing my hole over you, so you can fuck off and leave him to it."
"Babe, please stop, please." My ex tried to object, sounding utterly broken. But my dad was having none of it. "What part of 'fuck off' don't you understand? My son is not your 'babe'. He's mine. So, get the fuck out of our house and never contact us ever again." Dad bellowed. All the while, I continued to tongue his hole. I didn't even consider stopping; in fact, I inserted my tongue further up his hole.
Dad responded with glee. "Hell yes, my son likes that; fuck, he's practically snogging my hole now." I heard movement from where my ex was standing. "Yeah, get out of here; leave my son with his favourite." My dad bragged. I heard the front door slamming; my ex had left. I kept my mouth pressed inside my dad's tight hole.
I was mildly surprised when dad didn't immediately push me off his asshole as soon as he'd vanquish my ex. Instead, he grabbed me by the back of the head and pushed me further into his crack. "Yeah, son, get right in there. Fuck, that's good. I can't wait for your date with my hole."
As I continued to explore my dad's hole as he groaned and moaned above me, his last comment gave me something to ponder: How do you even go on a date with a hole? I guess I was going to find out, and to be honest, I couldn't wait either.
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