18+ this story is pure fiction.
After i turned 22 i decided to finally come out to my parents. They divorced 3 years ago. Basically when i left home to study in A. I thought it best to first tell dad. Mom would be easier. After their divorce dad moved to P.
My plane arrived at 13:05 on a Friday. Dad came to pick me up. The last time i saw him was around Christmas, a half year ago. After a quick hug he drove me to his apartment. It was a warm day. Dad warned me that the aircon was broken and would only be fixed after the weekend.
The apartment had a wonderful view over the adjacent park. And yes it was bleeding hot.
"You can put your stuff in my bedroom. I will sleep on the sofa tonight. Are you hungry? I can make some lunch."
I was starving. After lunch i went for a walk. Slightly nervous about the whole thing i decided to break the news and not wait another day. I wanted it off my chest. I had carried this burden for too long. When i came back dad just had made tea. We talked about his business. My work as a photographer. An hour past by and I kept postponing.
"If you don't mind I am going to have a shower. It is hot in here." I told dad, in order to buy more time.
"Sure. Just do as if you are at home. Towels are in the cupboard."
A shower was what i needed. I realized i had forgotten to take underwear with me so i put on my sweaty briefs.
"I hope you don't mind if i walk around like this, pointing at my bare chest."
"As I said, do as if you are at home. You want a beer?
After opening my can I took a deep breath and told him. Everything.
I started crying. Loud. Tears streaming down my face.
"I am sorry dad. I should have told you long ago."
Dad moved over to me and hugged me.
"Greg. I fully understand. It is fine. I am happy for you. I love you."
He kissed me on the forehead and held me close. Rustling with one hand through my hair. It felt good.
In the evening we went for diner in a fancy restaurant. He asked me if I had a boyfriend. I told him I was just fooling around. When we came home the apartment was still hot. I was tired. The travelling. The emotions had worn me out. Dad insisted I slept in his bed. He was going to sleep on the sofa.
"Don't be ridiculous. At your age you should not be camping in your own place. We can sleep in the same bed."
While he had a quick shower I lay down in his kingsize bed. In the mirror I saw dad coming into the room just wearing his briefs. I had not seen dad like this since I left home for uni. He had an amazing body. Furry. But not too much. A nice treasure trail. Hairy legs. Muscular. When he stepped in bed he bent over me and looked me in the eyes.
"Sleep well. I love you Greg."
"I love you too dad. I am glad you are so cool about it."
The next morning I woke up. Dad was still deep asleep. Because of the heat we had not covered ourselves with a duvet. I looked at his body. He was in such good shape. Something stirred me deep inside. I quickly got up.
I made breakfast. Reading the paper. At ten dad woke up. I went out for a walk. I came back just before lunch. Dad was still in his briefs preparing a salad. I saw him from behind. And again something stirred me deep inside. I went to the bathroom. Had a pee. I could see dad had taken a shower not long ago. His dirty underwear lying on the floor. Panic arose inside of me. Thoughts from the passed came back. Thoughts I had buried deep inside of me. I picked up his briefs. Brought them to my face. I inhaled. Smelled the male scent of dad. I was hard now. God, what was I doing.
After lunch we had coffee. We both reclined on the sofa. While checking messages I looked up. Dad was dozing, still in his briefs. I cleaned the kitchen. The heat in the apartment was unbearable. Standing on the balcony did not make a lot of difference. I went back inside. Picked up my book. I too started dozing. When I woke up, dad was standing in front of the window. God he was so good looking. Thinking of the scent of his briefs made me hard again. I put my book over my briefs. Just watching him staring outside. I didn't say anything. Just watched. Finally he turned around. He looked sad. I asked him if something was wrong.
"I am fine. I was just.... you want a beer?"
After he handed me the can he sat down on the sofa as well. Avoiding my eyes. Staring the other way.
"Dad, tell me what is bothering you."I asked him after a long silence. He turned his face, looked at me and said
"Greg, I am bisexual. I was jealous after you came out to me yesterday. I wish I had accepted who I am at that age."
His eyes were moist. Now I was the one hugging him. Telling him it was ok.
"I am sorry Greg. I should have told you earlier. But I was so confused when your mother and I divorced. I could not tell her. She still doesn't know. No one of my friends."
"Are you seeing someone?"
"No, not really. Just dating. Mostly guys. Nothing serious"
He looked at me. Our eyes locked. We both cried. It felt cathartic. Looking down I could see he had a semi-hardon. I consealed mine with the book.
When we finished dinner I went for another shower. It was still warm inside the apartment. I was sweating. A cold shower cooled me down. Grabbing the towel I saw dad's briefs still lying on the floor. I picked them up again. I inhaled his male scent. And again I was hard for him. I waited for it to subside before going into the living room. Dad had lit some candles. A soft breeze came through the open window. Two glasses of white wine were waiting. I sat down next to dad. He gave me the glass. After some small talk i just said it.
"Dad last night when our eyes locked i felt a deep connection. This afternoon when you came out to me. We locked eyes again. I felt the same connection. Electricity. Is it me. Or did you feel it too?"
"Greg i felt exactly the same. And it scares me. You are my son. It is wrong."
"How can it be wrong when it feels so good. So right. I am 22. If we both consent why not."
"I don't know Greg. Yes it feels good. But I am not only your dad, I am 47. More than twice your age."
An awkward silence followed. But after smelling his briefs in the bathroom I wanted him. I put my hand on his thigh. Just let it rest there. My love for him was visible. My briefs were not able to conseal it. My heart was racing. I was too scared to look into his eyes. I was just silently staring in front of me. I moved my hand up his thigh. Just a little. I felt his hairy thigh. I stopped when I felt the fabric of his briefs. Then dad put his hand on top of mine. I was so hard by now. As if all my blood was now in my cock. I put my other hand on his briefs. He was rock hard too.
"Greg, I know it feels good. It feels right. But I am just not sure we should cross this boundary. A tiny voice says it is wrong."
"I am sorry. I just can't."
"Dad, we don't have to kiss or fuck. Just looking and exploring eachother what is wrong with that. When was the last time I saw you naked? I guess I was still in primary school. 11? 12?"
"From that moment you became prudent. It is normal when you enter puberty. You do not want to see your parents naked. And you certainly don't want them to see you naked."
By now it was almost dark. The candles were flickering. I walked over to him. I did not think. I just followed my instinct. Standing in front of dad I slowly pulled his briefs down. Revealing a thick uncut cock. It felt unreal. But he did not resist. Seeing his erect cock for the first time. You cannot imagine how that feels. Just looking at it. Try to imagine it. It felt like a sacred moment. Worshipping his uncut cock. His full balls. The forbidden fruit. We were both silent. Both realising we were crossing a boundary. But the silence was full of erotic tension. Like when you have sex for the first time. The candles added to the sacred experience. Not many men will know about this holy connection. We both knew now. While just admiring his cock the most beautiful thing happened. A tiny drop of precum came out of his slit. I kept watching. The drop slowly formed a thread. A magical moment. After what felt like a long time I broke the intense silence.
"I have seen quite a few cocks although I am only 22. But your cock is the thickest uncut cock I have ever seen. Just looking at it makes me so hot. Please dad, allow me to touch it."
"Greg, you just unlocked my heart. I cannot describe how I feel. It is so confusing. But you were right, it feels so right. So yes, touch me. I want you to do it slow, this is a unique moment."
I was looking into his moist eyes when he spoke. I took my time to explore his cock with my fingers. I never felt like this before. Touching my own dad there was different. It felt so deep. So wonderful. His cock was so beautiful. The thread of precum glistened in the candlelight. I caressed his balls. They were a lot bigger than mine. Then caressing those strong hairy legs on the inside slowly moving towards his crotch, his balls. I looked into his eyes. It was so beautiful to see the bliss in his eyes. I brought my lips to his glans. My tongue playing with his frenulum. Tasting now what I had smelled in his underwear. God this was so good. I was so horny. I started licking his precum. The sweet taste. When I swallowed his sacred liquid it was as if I was reborn. Now circling his glans with my mouth. Slowly going down around that thick shaft. Hearing my dad moan with pleasure made me even hornier. I was still wearing my briefs. We decided to go to the bedroom. Standing before the bed he pulled down my briefs. In front of the mirror I saw the two of us. A striking similarity. The slightly hairy chest, the treasure trail. The hairy legs. And our cocks were almost identical. Both thick uncut. Often guys asked if it ran in the family. I could now confirm it. It was a clone of my own dad's cock.
"Dad, you make me so horny. Just looking at you, at us. I cannot comprehend. This had to happen."
"You are a real stud, Greg."
Then he started to touch my cock with just his finger tips. God, to feel his hand there. Then he touched my glans. The shaft. The slit. Gently touching my balls. Saying words of admiration I had longed for so long. He then did what felt like I was born for. With the tip of his tongue he slowly explored the slit of my cock. Everything happened in slow motion. It was a most intense experience. After minutes of exploring my slit his lips finally enclosed the head after he had pulled back the foreskin. Only the head. In my experience all men went immediately down. But dad did it step by step. Almost teasing. Making clear he was the one in control. He was the one deciding when I could move to a deeper level of bliss. I was ready to submit. Never before had I felt a desire to be dominated, this was so different from any sex I had experienced before. I felt the softness of his tongue. The warmth of his mouth. After what felt like half an hour he went down on my shaft. Which felt so natural. I guess very few men know what it means when your own dad becomes so intimate. I experienced a level of extacy that cannot be described by words. It was as if he blew life into me after he had created me more than twenty years ago. There is no other way of putting it. My whole body not only came to life, it started orgasming without ejaculating. My muscles were contracting and relaxing. A state of bliss I had never experienced before. While my dad kept sucking me I had a great view of his horsehung cock gushing precum. His foreskin pulled back like a stud ready to fuck. He was on his hands and knees, the thread of precum almost touched the bed. In the mirror I could see his perfect slightly furry ass. Just the way l like it. I asked him to move into 69 position. Which he willingly did. His balls now right before me. I started licking these huge reservoirs of cum thinking that once these balls had contained sperm that created me. His precum created a puddle on my chest. Dad still sucked my cock in a very controlled slow manner. Not like young guys who are always in hurry. I was still experiencing what I can describe as full body orgasms. I was so close to ejaculating. All of a sudden Dad's body tensed, his balls tight to his crotch. I could see his cock pulsating in front of my eyes. Cum shot over my chest. At the same time as dad I ejaculated. Dad swallowed all of my cum. When he lay down next to me. I brought some of his cum to my mouth. Hungry for it. The taste was so good.
"Wow, that was amazing." dad whispered.
βI never experienced anything like this. A full body orgasm. God, this unbelievable. When I looked at your erect cock I could not understand what was happening. I was so hungry for you "
It must have been past midnight. I was exhausted. Dad as well I guess. After cleaning up we both fell asleep immediately. When I woke up the next morning dad was still deep asleep. Due to the heat we had not bothered to use sheets. Both still nude. I looked at him. Even in his forties he was experiencing morning wood. His body deep asleep, relaxed but his cock hard. A wonderful site. I was hard myself but refrained from touching him. We still had the whole day in front of us. My plane was leaving on monday.
After breakfast I had a cold shower. While drying myself i saw Dad's briefs again where i had left them yesterday. I could not resist and picked them up. I now recognised the scent of his cock. I inhaled deeply. Just inhaling made me hard again. It felt so good. Last night something wonderful had happened. Now we had sucked eachothers cock i did not bother putting on underwear. When I walked into the livingroom dad was making breakfast.
"Morning, dad. Did you sleep well?"
When he turned around I saw that he had not bothered putting on his briefs either. He prepared two excellent cappuccino's for us. We both set down at the kitchen table. Reading the news. Enjoying our coffees. I remembered dad was never talkative in the morning. I was not sure what to say about last night. The day after I felt almost guilty. What had we done. We could never undo this experience. But deep inside I knew I wanted more. But I was afraid dad would not want to repeat this, let alone go one step further. After I made a second coffee he looked up at me. He had moved to the sofa. I sat down on the other end. Afraid to start the conversation about something that was generally seen as perverted. I guess he was nervous about it as well. Finally he broke the silence.
"Greg, what happened last night remains between you and me."
I thought that was the end of that. But he continued.
"What I felt yesterday was something I never felt before. I had never fantasized about making love to you. But what you gave me last night I will never forget. Life changing. When I swallowed your precum, your semen it felt like a life elixer. A new beginning. To taste the sperm of my own son, god I never ever thought about it. But it felt so good. Thank you for taking me there where not many dare to go."
What happened next brought us to a new and deeper level of bliss. He leaned closer. Put his hand on my hairy chest. Flat on my heart. I did the same and put mine on his chest. I could feel his hard nipple. I could feel his heart racing. We opened our mouths and started making out. Our tongues intertwined. Our eyes locked. We both were hard again. Yes, I wanted to feel him inside of me. Dad fucking me. Me fucking him. Kissing was beyond anything I fantasized about. We must have been kissing for half an hour or so. We were both precum leakers. Some of it had leaked onto the sofa. He obviously didn't care.
"I love you too, Greg. You are an amazing son. I feel truely blessed. Thank you so much."
When I looked into his eyes I could see a young man in his twenties. We decided to first have lunch and then go back to bed and do everything we wanted to do. We had the whole afternoon and evening in front of us. We were both not interested in a quick fuck. We wanted to do it right and make it unforgettable. I was not sure what I would prefer. To feel dad's thick cock inside me. Or to cum deep inside him.
During lunch our erections had subsided. So the question was who would fuck who. Dad suggested that I be the one to decide. Thanks to me he said we had this amazing weekend. It was a hard choice, pun intended. I could not wait to feel dad's thick cock inside me. To feel the warm flow of his semen. And yet I was tempted to fuck my dad, this amazing horsehung stud. I asked dad what he would prefer. I did not need to wait long for an answer. He wanted his sons cum inside him. Yesterdayβs taste had him yearning for more. So I decided to please him.
After he had a shower and douche we moved to the bedroom. We looked at eachother in the mirror. Both semi erect we started making out again. Deep passionate kisses that sent blood straight to our cocks. Our hands over our furry bodies. My hands on his buttocks. A muscular butt for a guy his age. I asked dad to lie with his belly on the bed. I could not wait to slowly pull his buttocks apart. To reveal the entry to his inner sanctum. He had a wonderful rose of flesh. A beautiful puckered hole. I put some of my precum on my finger and started massaging his pucker. Dad's moaning encouraged me. Then I started massaging his hole with my tongue. And before I knew it I could see dad relaxing. He opened up for his own son. Wanting me inside him. Without applying any pressure my tongue went inside. To be so intimate and taste your dad there is hard describe. I could not have imagined it. I took my time. Holding his hands meanwhile. Feeling dad squeezing my hands. It was his way of indicating the amount of pleasure. When his ass was completely relaxed and lopen I entered a precum covered finger in his inner sanctum. I went deeper until I found the core of his sex. Dad's prostate. Massaging this sacred spot did it. He moaned. Asking me to fuck him. To breed him. I kept fingering him. I wanted him to beg me for my cum.
"Greg, give it to me. Seed me with your hot cum. I beg you."
But I continued fingering him. Pleasuring him beyond anything he ever experienced.
That is what I was waiting for. I asked him to lie on his back. Pulled his legs up. Looking into his craving eyes I pushed the head of my cock against his perfectly open pucker. Without any effort I went inside him. It felt so good. I did not move. We looked into eachothers eyes. I could feel his sphincter contracting. Playing with my cock. Clearly he had done this before! I started thrusting. Pushing my cock deeper and deeper each time. My nuts hitting his pereneum. All the while we locked our eyes. Then I slowly bowed forward and we kissed. My cock and tongue inside him I felt one with him. And before I knew it I came. I was seeding him. We kept kissing while I ejaculated. When my nuts were empty we continued making out. I stayed inside him. Amazing to be inside him while my cock was soft. Beautiful. I slowly moved out of him. Holding his legs up I saw his cunt dripping some cum. I asked him to relax. Not to be afraid to let go. Finally a stream of semen was flowing. I licked my cum from his hole. Went back to kiss him with my cum filled mouth.
"Greg, you are an amazing lover. I feel so good. I do not even feel the need to cum right now. I want to enjoy this moment with you. Thank you so much for giving your semen to me. It is full circle now. My seed created you. You now give it back to me."
"Yes. That was amazing. Let me once more lick your ass clean. "
After which we had a cool down. Had a shower. Made tea. Relaxed. Enjoyed these wonderful sensations.
Still naked we made dinner in the kitchen. Feeling eachothers body now and then. A brush of our hairy thighs. A hand on a buttock. I felt so happy. After dinner we just relaxed. The apartment still hot I went for a cold shower. And douche. I wanted to be ready for dad to cum inside me. When I dried myself I saw dad in the door opening. He had a hardon. Instantly I was hard too. We hugged. Kissed. Our hard cocks touching.
"Dad, I am so hungry for your cum."
"I cannot wait to feel you inside, Greg. You make me so damn horny."
In the bedroom we paused in front of the mirror. I was so amazed how much alike we were. Our cocks big and hard, almost identical. I lay down. Dad kissed my neck. I felt his tongue over my spine going down until he reached my crack. Slower now until his tongue reached my pucker. Slowly he pushed his soft warm tongue deeper and deeper inside me. Almost better than a hard cock. He moved his hands on the inside of my thighs.
"I want to fuck you. Hard and deep with all my love."
I could feel the head of his cock pushing. I relaxed and slowly I could feel dad's cock move deeper and deeper. In a beautiful rythm he was riding me. His hands caressing my back. I moaned. Begging him to fuck me harder. When I felt a warm explosion of cum inside me I started crying. Tears streaming down my face. He moved me around so I was on my back. Dad softly caressed my chest and belly. Tears in his eyes. We kissed.
"Yes, I am ok. I am so happy. These are tears that come from deep inside. I needed you touch me there, deep inside. All men should experience this."
He put his lips around my still hard precum dripping cock. He did not need to do anything. It was as if my cock was waiting for this. I started ejaculating and endless flow of semen. Feeding dad. We kissed again. I could taste my own semen in his mouth. I looked into his eyes and for the first time i saw love. I felt it deep inside. Finally. I was reborn.
Part 2: Greg meets Ron and Chris.
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