A Family Affair by Hankster

A Family Affair
by: Hankster

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Part I, II

My parents took me out to a fancy restaurant to celebrate my eighteenth birthday. Everyone seemed happy and I had no reason to suspect that there was anything wrong until we got home. That’s when Mom and Dad dropped their little bombshell. It seems that my maternal grandmother was very ill, and the doctors did not believe that she would last another month. My mother was leaving the next morning to care for my grandmother, who lived in another state.

I pretended to be terribly upset, but in my secret heart I was elated. I would get to be alone for close to a month with my father. Ever since I could remember, I was hot for my father. He was only eighteen years older than I, and I figured out at an early age that he and my mother had had a shotgun wedding. My father was a personal trainer and owned his own gym downtown. He was the perfect specimen of manhood. He stood six feet tall, black curly hair, steel blue eyes, a ripped torso without a hint of fat, muscular thighs and legs, and a cock that was cut and six inches flaccid. I had never seen my father hard, only semi hard, and that was when I was five years old. Back then my mother had gone on a similar mission when her father was dying, and my dad and I spent two weeks alone. My mind went back to those days.

My father let me shower with him and I was fascinated by his man tool. It never seemed to be the same size. On the first morning that my mother was away, I took his cock in my hand. My dad did not pull away, but he started to laugh.

“What are you doing?” he asked me.

“Nothing. I was just wondering if I would be as big as you someday.” As I said these words I continued to hold and stroke my dad’s cock. It began to grow and that’s when I saw him half hard. He stooped over and picked me up, effectively ending my probing.

He hugged and kissed me and kept murmuring, “I love you, I love you.” As he did this my cock rubbed against his hairless chest, and I can recall how good that felt.

That was the last time we showered together. My dad told me that I was too big now and it was not appropriate. However, we slept together naked for the whole time my mom was away. Dad told me he couldn’t fall asleep when he was alone in bed. In bed, he would wrap his arms around me and pull me tight against his body. That made me feel warm, protected and loved.

The night my mother told me she was going away for awhile to be with my dying grandmother, I left my bedroom door slightly ajar. I was certain that she and Dad would want to make love before their separation. If they did, and I heard them, I would have a hot image to whack off to. I kept my eyes closed and listened intently. After awhile I heard my dad walking down the hall toward my room. I pretended to be asleep, and then I heard him retreating to his own bedroom. He did not shut my door and I wondered at that. Some time passed. I could not tell how long but after awhile, I heard the unmistakable sounds of lust and love coming from my parents’ bedroom. I had heard them making love before, but somehow it seemed much louder this night.

I quietly got out of bed and peeked up the hall. My parents’ door was open a good six inches. I could not help but wonder about that. Did Dad do that on purpose? I whacked off to their groans and grunts and eventually to their stifled screams. After a very satisfying orgasm, I cleaned myself with tissues I had brought to bed with me, and fell fast asleep.

The next morning was a Saturday and I had no school, so my dad and I drove my mom to the airport and dropped her off at curbside check in. As we were pulling out of the airport my dad asked me if I wanted to spend the day helping out at the gym. In all my eighteen years my father had never taken me to the gym and I was elated.

I was curious as to why he would let me help out in the gym now, so on the way downtown I asked him, “Why have you never taken me to the gym before Dad? My friend Jimmy has been working in his dad’s sporting goods store since he was twelve.”

“Well,” he answered, “the gym is all male and sometimes the men act somewhat inappropriately. You’re not a minor anymore, and you’re old enough to understand what’s going on. Also I’ve been observing you. I think that you probably fit into that scene.”

I think Dad was telling me that he knew I was gay, but I was afraid to say anything. I sat in silence for sometime. Just before we got to the gym, I screwed up my courage and asked him if he knew that I was gay. He reached over, put his hand on my knee and said, “Of course I know, Son.”

What a relief. I needn’t go through that whole coming out scene with parents. “Does Mom know?” I asked.

“I’m pretty sure that she’s clueless so why don’t we keep it our little secret for now.”

Dad opened the gym and locked the door behind us. The gym would not open for business for another hour. Our first stop was a little retail shop behind the main desk. Dad took a new jock strap, gym shorts and tank top off the shelves, and handed them to me. The shirt bore the name of O’Connor’s Gym.

Then we went to the locker room. My dad opened one of the lockers and said that we could share. He stripped totally naked except for his socks and sneakers. My heart felt like it would explode in my chest. My father was so beautiful. I had to restrain myself from dropping to my knees and engulfing his cock in my mouth. I tried not to look at him, but when I was naked he said to me, “Let me look at you. I haven’t had a good look at you since you were a young boy.”

He smiled. “Wow,” he said, “you’re almost as big as I am.” He led me to a mirror and he studied our cocks. “Yup, you’re almost as big as I am.” He turned and stood in front of me and took both our cocks in his hand. He laid them side by side in his palm measuring them carefully with his eye. “Yup,” he said again, and let go of our almost fully erect cocks.

Then he took me to the laundry room. Besides the industrial size washer and drier, there were shelves stacked with towels, wash clothes, bottles of baby oil, talc, etc. “Everything is stocked from last night. Before we close we get the place ready for business the next day. I want you to keep policing the entire facility. As the clients use these items in the gym, the massage room, the shower, the pool, and the sauna, remove the used things and replace them with fresh stuff. You can use that bin over there. Put the used towels and wash cloths in the wash machine and when it’s about three quarters full, add soap and start it going. From there, put everything in the drier. You can fold the towels and wash cloths when they are dry and put them back on the shelves. The dirty stuff that was collected last night at closing is in the wash machine already. You really won’t have much to do for the first couple of hours.”

Dad went to the front door and unlocked it. He never made personal training appointments on the weekend because that was family time, and he could take the weekend off when he wanted to. He had a weekend manager and a night manager. The weekend manager worked the whole day from opening to closing. Dad told me that he gave the weekend manager part of the day off because he was taking me to the gym today for the first time. He told the weekend manager that he would cover for him until mid afternoon.

I sat behind the reception desk with him and asked him when he knew I was gay. “I can’t say for sure but I’d say I have suspected since you were about twelve. If you want to count that time you grabbed my cock in the shower, then it was since you were five.” He broke out laughing as the first customer came in.

I left then and toured the facility. I mapped out a route in my head for picking up the dirty towels and wash cloths. Although there was nothing to pick up yet, I walked my beat several times, through the main gym with all the equipment, into the sauna, the massage room, the pool, the showers and back to the gym. On my third tour through the massage room, I was surprised to find a middle aged, stockily built gentleman preparing for the day’s business. He greeted me warmly and said, “You must be Tommy Jr. I’m Rosario. Your dad said that you were wandering around.” We shook hands and I told him that I would see him on my rounds. As an afterthought I asked if he currently had anything for the washer. He shook his head and I went on my way.

After an hour or so there were about forty customers in the facility, and I began to acquire smelly towels. The gym itself was a hive of activity. Young male bodies were everywhere using the equipment. My jock strap could hardly contain my bulging cock. My dad was keeping his eye on everybody. He would run over and help someone master a piece of equipment or spot a man pumping iron. More than once I saw someone grab my dad’s cock and he just smiled or shook a finger at him.

Whenever I went through the massage room, Rosario was doing his thing totally naked. His client was always naked also and sometimes on his back and sometimes on his stomach, but always with a hardon. On one of my trips through Rosario’s domain, I was stunned to see him giving a client a blow job. Rosario was unperturbed with my arrival and went about his business.

When I policed the pool area, there was plenty of grab assing going on among the young men swimming nude. In the showers, I saw more than one dude enjoying a blow job, and in the sauna, on one of my passes, I saw a guy lap dancing on another. It was obvious that the guy on the bottom had his cock up his buddy’s ass. By this time, I could hardly contain myself. The guy on top called to me. “Hey buddy, come over here.” I put down the dirty towels I had in my hands, and approached him.

“Take out your cock and put it in my mouth,” he ordered me as if it was an every day event. I dropped my shorts, taking the jock strap with it and did as he had asked. It was my first blow job, and I was in seventh heaven. I didn’t even give a thought to the possibility that my father might catch me. The man who had taken me into his mouth took my hand and placed it on his cock. I instinctively wrapped my hand around it and started stroking. He was slightly smaller than I am and it was not a problem. His hands pushed my cock into him by squeezing my butt cheeks and he began a rhythm in time to the pumping of his friend’s cock in and out of his ass.

His tongue darted around my cock like an anteater’s tongue. Up and down the shaft, all around my cut head he went. Needless to say I couldn’t hold out very long and I yelled, “I’m cumming.” Without missing a beat, the man held me tighter and he swallowed every bit of my cum. I could tell that the guy on the bottom was about to let loose, and as he did, the man I was masturbating came in my fist.

The two guys used fresh towels to clean themselves and I used a dirty towel. I put my shorts back on, gathered all the used towels in the sauna and started to leave, but the guy who had given me my first blow job, took my hand to hold me back, and he kissed me full on the lips.

“You were great kid,” he said. “I hope we see you again soon.” I told him that it was very possible. As I left the sauna, laden with smelly towels, I realized that I had just had my first blow job and I didn’t even know the guy’s name.

At 3 PM, Dad’s weekend manager arrived. Dad introduced me and I filled him in on the state of the job I had been assigned. John was more than pleased. “Once the day gets really busy, I have to start gathering dirty towels, washing, drying and folding. I can never catch up, but you’ve given me an easy evening. Please come more often, will you.”

“I assure you he will,” Dad said. “Come Tommy, let’s shower. We left our sneakers in the locker and then went to the laundry room. We threw everything we were wearing into a bin and grabbed two towels off a shelf.

“There should be plenty of soap in the showers,” Dad said. Suddenly he got hysterical with laughter. “Remember when I told you that you were too old to shower with me? Well I guess at some point, too old becomes just the right age.”

I was happy to be showering with my father, but I was also scared stiff. We were surrounded by out in the open male sexual activity. Dad’s gym was more of a gay gentlemen’s club than a gym. That was shocking enough for me to discover, but I saw more than one guy grab my dad’s cock and he was more than willing to let them. I was pleased, excited, and totally confused.

When we entered the shower, there were two men there. I’d say that they were my dad’s age, mid thirties. One was on his knees blowing the other. The one standing saw us enter. “Hi Tom,” he said. “Do you guys want to join us?”

“Another time,” Dad said. “I’m here with my son.” The guy on his knees stopped what he was doing and stood up quickly.

“Don’t let us stop you” Dad said, but they showered quickly and left, leaving us alone in the showers. What a relief this was. In school, when we showered after gym class, I had to struggle not to get an erection. I would actually imagine maggots were crawling all over me. But here, in this shower, both my dad and I had stiff woodies and we were proud of them. At last, I saw Dad fully erect. It wasn’t his eight inches which overwhelmed me because I was at least seven inches myself. It was his girth that stunned me. Dad had to be twice as fat as I am. All my fantasies about his fucking me suddenly became somewhat scary.

I was snapped out of my reveries when I heard Dad say, “Please do my back, Tommy.” He handed me the soap and turned his back to me. I soaped the back of his neck and his magnificent muscled back down to his waist, but I stopped there.

“I’ve got an ass too,” Dad laughed. “Don’t be so shy. I started to soap Dad’s butt. He took hold of his cheeks and spread them, exposing his crack. I knew what he wanted and I started to soap there too. “That feels so good,” he said, “especially knowing that you are doing it.” I was too aroused to continue. I could feel an orgasm coming up quick.

I thrust the soap at my father and said, “Do my back now please.” Dad wasn’t as scared or as reticent as I was. He worked the soap all the way from my neck to my crack. I could feel when he inserted a finger and I started to swoon. I let out some guttural sound and Dad removed his finger. He wrapped his arms around me and started soaping my chest. I could feel his cock pressing against my crack. Little by little he retreated south until I could feel his soapy hand enveloping my aching cock. He started to stroke, and I cried out, “Not here Dad. Let’s go home and do it right.”

“Yes,” he managed to murmur.

In the car going home, we had cooled down considerably and Dad asked me if I wanted to stop for dinner before we got home. I told him that I had no appetite as I only had one thing in mind. He agreed with me.

“I want to tell you a story,” Dad said to me. “I’ve always known I was gay. All through school, your mother was my best friend. I hid my sexuality from my male friends and I really didn’t have any close buddies. Because your mother and I hung out together all the time, she too had very few girlfriends, and everyone assumed we were a couple. We were seventeen and neither of us had ever had sex. Then on prom night, I confided to her that I was gay.

“She said that she didn’t believe it and would prove it to me. We drove my dad’s car to some remote spot and parked. There was a blanket in the trunk. I took it out and spread it on the ground. She made us both undress fully and she started to kiss me. Her kisses were warm, inviting, and even to me, they were sensuous. She took hold of my cock and started to stroke it. It wasn’t long before I was fully erect. She placed my cock on her vagina which was all moist with expectancy and I entered her without thinking. I had no protection with me, and you, Tommy boy, were conceived.

“We were days away from graduating high school, when we found out your mom was pregnant. We abandoned any dreams of college. Instead we got married. I was able to get a job in a gym as a personal trainer, and eventually, with the help of my parents, I bought the gym. I changed the direction of the gym and made it all male. I found out that I could always have as much male sex there as I needed to keep me satisfied. I am always able to satisfy your mom sexually. I just pretend she’s some guy I admired at the gym that day. Lately, I have begun to fantasize that I’m fucking you.”

He paused, realizing the enormity of what he had just confessed.

“Dad,” I said, “I have fantasized that you were my lover ever since I started whacking off when I was about eleven. I just can’t believe that my dreams are about to come true.”

“Nor can I,” Dad answered.

At that moment Dad pulled into our driveway. We bounded out of the car and headed for his bedroom. We undressed quickly and hopped into bed. We put our arms around each other and pressed our bodies together. Our lips met and our love making began.

“Let’s do one thing at a time. There’s no rush,” Dad said. “Let’s begin easy by stroking each other and then sucking each other. If you don’t mind we’ll do anal sex another time. I’ll need time to properly prepare you for my size, and vice versa.”

We had been stroking each other for some time when Dad threw himself on top of me. His lips moved from my lips to my neck. He was nipping my neck and I knew I would have a hickey in the morning. My friends would think I had been with a girl and I smiled at the thought. I was hardly aware that he had moved down to my nipples and was sucking and biting each one lightly in turn. I feared I would cum, but Dad knew when to stop. Now as if I had been enveloped with a love so great that it was unbearable, I felt his warm moist tongue and his lips caressing my cock.

How expertly he maneuvered his tongue and lips all over my cock to give me maximum pleasure. I tried to record in my brain everything he was doing so that I could reciprocate in some adequate way. When my orgasm began, I felt it building all over my body, not just in my groin. I yelled, “I’m cumming, Dad.” Dad just kept on going and when I began to shoot, he withdrew a bit so that he could swallow every last drop. Now that’s what I call an orgasm. Dad crept up my body until we were lying side by side. We began to kiss, and our tongues met in passion. I never lost my erection.

When I got my breath back, I rolled over my dad and tried to emulate everything he had done to me. I could not linger as long as he did in all the places he had pleased me, because I absolutely needed to get his giant cock in my mouth. I really had to open wide because of the width of the thing, but I got most of it in and started to stroke his shaft and the head with my tongue. At one point I tried to get my tongue into his piss slit. He twisted his body and moaned, “Oh Tommy, this is so hot. I’m having sex with my own son. This is hot, hot, hot.”

I felt his balls tightening and he began to shoot his streams into me. I tried hard to swallow all he had to give, but I couldn’t handle it, and some of his cum dribbled out of my mouth and down my chin. Suddenly Dad pulled me up to him and started to lick his cum from my chin. When he was done, he enveloped me in a bone crushing hug. “I love you so much,” he said.

“I love you more,” I echoed back.

It was only 6 PM so we got up, and showered together. This time I wasn’t embarrassed about soaping him up good, all over. We dressed in jackets and ties. Dad was determined to take us out to a fancy, expensive restaurant by way of celebration. At the restaurant he even poured me a glass of wine so that we could make a toast to us. At that moment I felt sorry for every eighteen year old gay boy who wasn’t me.

I couldn’t wait to get home. At dinner we had discussed anal sex before retiring for the night, and Dad said it would be a long process of preparation. When we were naked in bed together, Dad reached into his bedside table drawer and took out a tube of lubricant.

“I want you to fuck me first,” he said. “That will be relatively easy. Then we’ll start preparing your ass to receive my fat cock.” I readily agreed. Dad handed me the lube and told me to grease his ass well, and not to be afraid to reach in deep. I needed no encouragement and I did indeed reach in as deeply as I could and I lubricated him excessively. Dad was on his back. He lifted his legs and told me to place my cock at his crack and dive into the target. I lubricated my cock and placed my head on Dad’s hole. I pressed in and met a tiny bit of resistance. I stopped but Dad instructed me to keep going. Suddenly there was no resistance at all, and I slid in to the hilt.

“How does that feel, Tommy?” Dad asked me.

“Wonderful, wonderful,” I answered as I started to pump using some innate knowledge.

“That’s it,” Dad groaned. “Harder! Harder!” I pumped as hard as I could and Dad asked for more. I gave it all I could, but I couldn’t hold back and I came with a scream. I fell forward onto my dad’s body and he enveloped me in his arms.

“Did I disappoint you Dad?” I asked.

“Are you kidding? You were magnificent,” he came back to me. We lay still like this for awhile and Dad asked if I was ready to take him into my ass.

“As quick as you can,” I answered.

Again Dad reached into the drawer, and pulled out two dildos. One was about five inches and rather slim. The other was about seven inches and much fatter. Dad lubed my ass and got it slimier than I had gotten his. Then he inserted a finger. Easy! Then he inserted two fingers. Not too hard to do! The third finger hurt, but I refused to tell him. When he had three fingers in me, he worked them back and forth, round and round. I knew he was stretching me out.

He lubed the smaller dildo and replaced his fingers with the dildo. It went in rather easily and felt wonderful, but I knew the real thing would feel better. Then he lubed the larger dildo and replaced the smaller with the larger. As Dad inched the monster dildo into me, it hurt like hell. I bit my lips and when he asked if I was all right, I nodded vigorously. I was surprised when he said that it was all the way in. By this time, it felt so good that I was prompted to say, “I’m ready Dad.”

As fast as he could, Dad removed the dildo and replaced it with his well lubricated cock. He did this so quickly, I was hardly aware of the switch. Dad had entered me doggie style and he was lying on top of me. I felt enveloped in his warm cocoon. He lay still on me without moving. When I told him I was loving it, he began to pump, slowly at first, then harder and harder. I felt like I was shitting, but it felt wonderful. I prayed that my father would not come quickly, but my prayers were not answered. He came in almost record time, screaming and bucking.

After he caught his breath, he asked me how I was and how I had enjoyed it. “You came too fast,” was all I could sigh back at him.

“This is all so hot,” Dad said. “When we get used to it we’ll both train ourselves to delay our orgasms.” We fell asleep wrapped up in each other’s arms.

Suddenly I felt my dad shaking my shoulders. “Get up, sleepy head,” he said. “It’s Saturday morning and if you want to go to the airport with me and mom, you’d better get your lazy ass out of bed.”

I was stunned. I had dreamt the whole thing, but it had all felt so real. Even my sheets were dirtied with crusting semen.

I was a sad little fucker driving to the airport, and my parents attributed my sadness to my mother’s departure. I remained sad and morose until, on the way out of the airport, my dad put his hand on my knee and asked, “Would you like to go to the gym with me today?”

Part II
What Really Happened

On the way out of the airport, my dad put his hand on my knee and asked, “Would you like to go to the gym with me today?”

He left me temporarily speechless. That was near enough to the way my dream began to leave me stunned. Finally, I got my voice back and answered simply, “Sure.”

When we arrived, Dad opened the front door and then locked it behind us. He took me on a tour of the gym facilities and assigned me to a few chores. He did not hand me some skimpy gym clothes to wear, and so far reality bore no relation to my dream. The gym did not open until 9 AM on Saturdays and Sundays. When nine o’clock rolled around, patrons began to arrive, mostly in little groups. I was disappointed as hell. There were as many women using the facility as men.

The only things that weren’t co-ed were the locker rooms and the saunas. The massage room had several tables, and this morning there were two people giving massages, a man and a woman. No matter what their sex, the patrons could choose either the man or the woman for the job.

There were no naked men or women in the pool and the gym itself was fifty-fifty in the sex count. I went to the men’s sauna. There were several men in attendance but nothing untoward was going on. Shit!!!!

At about 10:30 I completed the chores Dad had given me and I went down to the front reception desk to find him. He wasn’t there, so I looked into the gym. There was my gorgeous, hunky father instructing a young woman in the use of a particular piece of equipment. As he did so, he was flirting with her. Shit, shit and more shit!!!

I waited until he was done and he was back at the reception desk. “I’m ready for more stuff,” I told my father.

He smiled and said, “Just stay here with me son. My weekend manager wanted to attend his kid’s first little league baseball game today, but he should be here any minute and we’ll head on home. I’d rather use our home pool than the one here at the gym.”

My hopes rose somewhat. Our pool is perfectly private and I have skinny dipped a few times. I wondered if I could get my dad to skinny dip with me.

Dad’s weekend manager arrived about 11 AM. They conversed for a few minutes and then Dad and I left. In the car, I decided to test out some of my dream and I asked Dad, “How come you never took me to the gym before?”

He smiled at me and said, “I was afraid you’d like it too much and I didn’t want that. I want you to go to college and have a career. If it’s something you think that you would like after graduation, well then, the place is yours, kid.” As he said that he patted my knee again. I had to gasp for air. And since my head was spinning and I wasn’t thinking clearly, I determined to come out to my father before my mother got home.

When we arrived at home, my father and I whipped up a couple of turkey sandwiches, which we downed with a beer. Then he suggested that we spend the afternoon at our pool, that is, if I had no other plans with friends.

“If I did,” I said, “and I don’t, I’d cancel those plans to spend this time with you, Dad.” My father broke out into one of his broad grins that always melted my heart, and he embraced me in a bear hug. I loved the feel of it, but I started to get hard and pulled away.

“I’ll go upstairs and put on my swim suit,” I said. I didn’t want to do that, but I didn’t dare let him see my ever rising cock.

“Don’t bother,” Dad said. “There’s nobody here but us guys. We can go skinny dipping.”

That’s what I had longed to hear. I had prayed for those words, but I had such a hardon, I knew I couldn’t get naked in front of him. Before I could say anything Dad bounded out to the pool. He stripped in record time and threw his clothes in a heap on the patio floor. I noticed that he was not wearing underwear. He dove into the pool.

I walked slowly out to the pool and started to take off my shirt. I faced away from him, but I heard him laughing. “You can turn around.” he said. “I can see that you have a boner. I’ve seen them before and you don’t have to be shy about it. Imagine what your life would be like if you never got a boner?” He broke out in gales of laughter and couldn’t stop laughing.

I finished undressing and jumped into the pool. When I emerged, Dad was standing facing me. “This is so great,” he said “getting to spend such quality time with my son.” Where we were standing, the water level barely reached our nipples, so imagine my surprise when Dad grabbed me and pulled me to him in a very strong bear hug. It reminded me of when I was a little boy and he would lift me up, crush me to his chest and say, “I love you, I love you, I love you.” That’s exactly what he was intoning to me now as he hugged me in my naked state.

Dad started to laugh. “Remember when I told you that you were too old to shower with me, and now here we are swimming naked together. Ain’t that a hoot?” Well, right there, that was a close enough resemblance to my dream.

It was all I could do to keep his cock from crushing against my cock, given that we were facing each other. But eventually, I had to feel it. My dad’s cock was hard and pressing against my abdomen. I wanted to reach down and stroke it, but I resisted. Instead I pulled away from him and said very seriously, “Dad, could we get out of the pool? I need to talk to you about something.”

“Sure,” he answered me and we both started to walk out of the pool at the shallow end. We each grabbed a towel that was always available on a little table on the patio. We dried ourselves off and we each lay down on adjoining lounge chairs.

“What’s so serious, son?” Dad asked me.

“I need to get something off my chest and it is serious. There’s something I need to tell you, and I wanted to get your reaction before I tell mom.” Dad nodded his head as if to encourage me.

“Go ahead,” he said.”

“I’m afraid,” I responded. “I’m afraid you’ll hate me.”

“That’s not possible,” Dad said. “I love you unconditionally. There’s nothing so terrible that I would stop loving you. Just tell me you haven’t committed murder.” I could tell he was trying to lighten the mood.

I had delayed long enough and I reckoned the best approach would be to come right out with it. I sat up from my reclining position and put my legs over the side of the lounge so that my feet touched the patio floor. I was now looking directly into his eyes. I thought that if I stared into his eyes when I told him that I was gay, his initial, and true, reaction would be revealed to me.

In the end, I stated very simply, almost in a whisper, “Dad, I’m gay.” I looked into his beautiful blue eyes and I could discern nothing. There was no change in them.

“Not to disappoint you son, but I knew already, or at least, I suspected.”

I began to stammer. “How, how, how could you know? I’ve never ever been with a guy. For that matter I’m a virgin with both sexes. Thank God, I discovered how to jack off.” I buried my face in my hands, ashamed to look at him any more. Dad remained silent. It was as if he felt I should continue and get everything off my chest.

I thought about that in the awful silence for awhile and then I continued. “Dad, I have a worse confession. Here’s the part where I know you will disown me. Sure, I love you as a father, but I want you as a lover. Your body turns me on to where I want to explode with desire. Please, please, don’t hate me,” I repeated with a sob.

What happened next was something so entirely unexpected, and so wonderful, that I try to relive that moment over and over again. My father got out of his lounge and sat next to me on my lounge. He put his muscular arm around my shoulders and turned me toward him.

“Listen.” he said. “It’s my turn for confessions. Before I met your mother, my meager sexual experiences, and I do mean meager, were all with boys, and once with an older man. That’s a sordid story, I’ll tell you about sometime, but not now. I met your mother at a party, and she was the first girl that I ever felt anything for. I asked her to dance, and on the dance floor she pressed her body against mine. She rubbed subtly against my body and I began to get an erection. I tried to pull away, but she kept pushing against me until she must have felt it also. Finally I gave in and I crushed my cock against her. When she felt my hardness she told me that she was relieved because she thought at first that there was something wrong with me.

“She told me right there on the dance floor that she had never met anyone handsomer than I, and that she intended to marry me and she would prove it. We went outside to my Dad’s car and we made love in the back seat. That’s the night God blessed me with you. We were forced to marry and I was only eighteen when you were born. My folks helped me buy the gym and it has always provided an above average living for us.

“I have always remained faithful to your mother, but my body never stops aching for man sex. When I make love to your mother, I fantasize that I am with some good looking dude.” At this point Dad hesitated for a long time, trying to decide if he should say more. In the end, he said, “Tommie, by the time you were twelve, I fantasized that it was you.”

He stopped talking and left me speechless so there was more awkward silence. Then he continued. “You asked me how I knew you were gay. Well, it was the way you would look at me and the way you’re eyes would wander to my crotch. It was the same way I look at other men when I lust after them. When I made love to your mother and pretended it was you, I vowed that I would never touch you until you were mature enough to make the decision about us on your own.”

With that having been said, he leaned into me and pressed his lips on mine. He opened his mouth and parted my lips with his tongue. Gently at first, and then with great urgency our tongues began to press together. Damn, my dad tasted so good. I felt his hand engulf my hardened cock and I reached over to wrap my fist around his and through his kisses, I heard him sigh.

He parted from me slightly and said, “I don’t think it would be good for either of us to get burned to a crisp. What do you say we go in the house and demonstrate how much we love each other?” I tried hard to smile at him but I was slobbering like a baby in my ultimate joy.

Dad led me to his bedroom. “Let me take a really good look at you,” he said. “Remember when you took my cock in your hand in the shower when you were a little boy? You wanted to know if you would get as big as me. Well look.” We were both as hard as we would ever get and it was obvious that I was about a half inch bigger than my father and about the same width around. That was nice to know. In my dream I had been smaller than he was.

I was curious and I asked him. “Did you leave your bedroom door open on purpose last night?”

“Yes. When I saw that your door was open, I decided to get you hot. I wanted this to happen today.” He started to giggle like a little kid and I kissed him hard to stop his giggling.

Dad laid me gently on his bed face up. The bed was unmade as we had left so early for the airport there hadn’t been time to make it up. He lay down next to me and told me to do nothing. He wanted to do all the work. He started caressing my body. He began by putting his fingers through my thick blond hair, and massaging my scalp. I could feel pre-cum oozing out of my piss slit. He started to French kiss me and then wandered down to my neck licking and sucking me gently.

Down, down he went to my nipples. His teeth nipped at them gently and I thought that I had died and gone to heaven. He lingered at my belly button, stroking his tongue all around it. He licked my abdomen all over and then told me to turn over.

Again he started kissing me on the neck and then worked down my muscular back. I got a special thrill when I felt him lapping my butt checks, but when he ran his tongue up and down my ass crack, I moaned in uncontrollable pleasure. I felt him using his fingers to spread my cheeks and then I felt his tongue probing its way into my love hole. I could feel myself getting light headed. I thought that I was going to faint. It was just a tease, because he didn’t stay there long and he told me to turn over again.

I expected him to start where he had left off at my abdomen, but instead he spread my legs and started licking the insides of my thighs. He worked his way down to my toes and then started up again. This time, he fondled my balls in his hands and started licking them. He took one of my balls into his mouth and started to suck on it. I felt an orgasm coming and tried to restrain myself. Dad sensed what was happening so he withdrew my balls from his mouth and scooted up and kissed me. When he felt that my heat had subsided, he kneeled between my legs and began to suck my cock at last. His tongue swathed its way around my cock head and when my moans became near shrieks, he took my cock into his mouth. I could feel his tongue sliding up and down the underside of my shaft. His lips were wrapped around my cock and moved slightly up and down. Most of the action was in his tongue. I could tell that Dad was trying to keep his teeth tucked in, but every once in awhile I felt the scrape of his teeth. It was just occasionally and soft enough to feel sensual without hurting me.

My orgasm was now uncontrollable. It was welling up in me like an exploding geyser. “I’m cummmming,” I yelled, expecting Dad to withdraw, but he only sucked more ferociously and I came in several pulsating spasms. Dad tried to capture and swallow all my jism, but some got away from him and started to drip down his chin. He wiped it off with a finger and offered it to me. I drank it hungrily and marveled at how good it tasted.

Dad scooted up and lay beside me with our bodies touching. When I recovered somewhat, I rolled over on top of him and slid my body down until my lips were at his cockhead.

“Do you want to cum in my mouth or my ass?” I asked him.

“Both,” he said. “Relax, son, we have plenty of time.” He put his hand on my head, which still touched his massive tool, and pushed down. I knew what he wanted and I engulfed his cock in my mouth. It gagged me and I started to choke and cough.

“Go easy, Tommie,” Dad said. “Take it a little at a time.” It took a little doing, but I got his cock past my gag reflex, and I started to suck my father just as he had done me. I got a little carried away and he had to warn me about my teeth once in a while, but all in all, he congratulated me on a blow job well done. I swallowed all his cum and offered him the slight excess.

We lay together fondling and caressing each other for quite awhile. Then Dad said, “Let’s shower, dress to the nines and go to a fancy restaurant to celebrate.”

“Am I too old to shower with you?” I asked

“You’re just the right age” Dad laughed. “While we’re in the shower, let’s start preparing ourselves to receive our monster cocks in our asses.” I didn’t know exactly what he meant, but I found out shortly.

We did all the things in the shower we had both fantasized about. We soaped each other’s bodies generously, all over. Then Dad told me to face a wall, put my hands on the tile and stick my butt out. I felt him running his middle finger up and down my ass hole and at some point he inserted it. I really liked the feel and told him so. He took another soapy finger and inserted that also. It hurt a little but not enough to ask him to stop. This time he made no move to insert more fingers. With the two fingers already inside of me he began to ream me like he was cleaning out a pipe stem. I could feel the muscles in my ass stretching and it was uncomfortable at first, but then it began to feel wonderful and I told him so.

Encouraged, he inserted a third finger and it actually went in easier than the second. Dad continued reaming my ass until the three fingers felt wonderful in my ass. I didn’t know it at the time, but Dad’s fingers had caressed my prostate at times, making me feel hot and full of lust.

“That’s a great start,” Dad said, “Now let’s loosen me up. I was more than happy to oblige.

At the restaurant I asked my dad to tell me the sordid story of the incident with the older man. “Why not,” he said. “I’ve never told a living soul before.

“I think I was about thirteen, and a true virgin. I don’t know what planet I lived on because I hadn’t even jerked off yet. Years later I found out that most boys start before they are ten or eleven. Anyway, I cut school and went to a male porn movie theater. At thirteen I was muscular and almost full grown and the ticket agent did not suspect my age. I got right in without even having to produce ID. I was a little self conscious so I sat in the last row of the theater. I don’t think there were twenty patrons there in total.

“I watched the action on the screen and at last learned what masturbation, sucking and fucking looked like. I can’t tell you how turned on I was. I cautiously took my cock out and started stroking it. All of a sudden a man sat down next to me. He told me that he would give me $100.00 if I let him suck my cock. I had seen enough of the movie to know what he wanted to do to me. I was thirteen and my hormones were raging.

Actually, Tommie boy, he was revolting. He was terribly obese and I could smell booze on his breath. I’d place his age at about fifty. I told him yes, but demanded to see the money up front. He took out his wallet and handed me five twenty dollar bills. I pocketed the money and he went to work. While he was sucking, I pictured that one of my handsome class mates was down on me. I came quickly and he swallowed every last drop. Then he sucked my cock some more to make sure that he didn’t miss a drop. I had just had my first orgasm and it was so mind boggling that had I known I would have let him suck me for nothing.

“I was just putting my cock back in my pants and trying to direct my attention back to the screen, when he offered me $500.00 to suck his dick. I was in a quandary. I wanted to taste cock really badly and $500.00 was excellent pay, but the guy had a bad odor, and who knew what his cock smelled like.

As if he could read my mind, he told me that he washed his genitalia several times a day and that I would find it sweet smelling and tasty. Again my hormones conquered reason and I said yes, but I wanted the money up front. He pulled out his wallet and handed me five one hundred dollar bills. I had never seen a $100.00 bill before, and I could only hope it wasn’t play money. He exposed himself and I started sucking. Even hard, his cock was no more than three or four inches, so my task was easy. After a very few licks, his breathing became heavy. I was aware that his balls were shrinking and I sensed that he was about to cum. I loved the taste of his cream and I swallowed all of it. Then I did what he had done and licked anything left over from of his cock.

We had our privates back in our pants when he took my hand and laid it on his crotch. I didn’t mind that, but then he asked me to go home with him and said that he would let me fuck him in the ass for another $500.00. Finally reason prevailed. I had no doubt that this pervert was not lying and had no other motive but to take it up his ass, but I wasn’t going further. I bounded out the theater, and he was too fat to follow me. I wanted to go back another day and see the rest of the movie but I was too afraid. I never again returned to that theater, much as I wanted to.

I didn’t know how to react to this story. Should I laugh, be sympathetic or what? So I said nothing. My dad said, “I swear it’s true.”

That night in bed, Dad opened me up to four fingers with a combination of patience and lubrication, then he fucked me doggie style. Fortunately or unfortunately, he kept rubbing against my prostate and I came before he did. When he came, his juices filled me up and again I started to cry. My happiness could not be contained.

We were both too exhausted for more sex. We waited until the next morning for me to fuck my father. We stayed in bed all day Sunday making love. I couldn’t get enough of my father and he couldn’t get enough of me.

Thinking back on it, the reality exceeded the dream. And that’s how it really was.

The End.

Posted: 10/31/08