As soon as I found out Dad was in an accident I was on the next flight home. My cousin called me from the hospital… he said that dad fell off the roof at the construction site he works at, broke his arm and a leg but luckily escaped anything worse. I wanted to be with him right away… Nothing was more important than dad… not college, not football practice, and definitely not my girlfriend. Hell the way we’re heading I think we’ll be broken up soon anyways.
So, I took the red-eye out of LAX and was home by early morning. Dad was out of the hospital, and at home. My cousin stayed with him that night, and helped make him as comfortable as possible. With his right arm and right leg in casts, he was basically confined to his bed.
Dad lived alone, as he has since I left for college 3 years ago. I am an only child, and my mom died when I was very young so it was just the 2 of us growing up. He never remarried, in fact I don’t remember him ever even going out on dates with other women. He was the biggest flirt you could imagine, and was constantly getting hit on by women, but he never dated. He isn’t gay… I know that for sure. I used to sneak into his bedroom as a child, and spend long hours jerking off to his porn stash.. Penthouse, Hustler, and Playboy (the articles really are good, by the way!). I think my mom had set his standards really high so he could never find someone after her.
At 23, I’m the splitting image of my dad. Dad just turned 40 last year. We’re both 5′10, broad-shouldered & well-defined, thick, dark hair and grey eyes, and year round tans. We have great bodies, with firm abs, defined chests and strong, firm legs, and are both avid sports players. I play football at college. Dad played when he was younger. I bear a strong resemblance to him… in fact other than being a few years older he could probably pass as my identical twin. This is probably one of the reasons I worship him so much… I think I will look just like him in a few years and hope I will be just like him.
So, when I arrived at home early in the morning, dad was resting. When I let myself in I went straight to his bedroom and saw him lying in bed with his foot elevated in a cast, and his arm in a cast as well.
“Dad…” It was hard to see my dad in this condition, and I had to choke back my tears.
He opened his eyes, and as soon as he saw me his face brightened. He looked tired, but his eyes twinkled. “Hey Mikey, good to see you!”
I went over to him and hugged him and gave him a big kiss. “I got here as soon as I could, dad” was all I could say. He proceeded to tell me about the accident, and that basically the doctors told him to get plenty of rest and stay off his feet for several weeks. I said I could stay for a few weeks, and would do anything he needed to help him recover.
“I’m glad you’re here son, can’t tell you how much I appreciate you coming… I love you.”
I spent the rest of the day cleaning the house, fixing dad’s meals, and generally keeping him company. I sat at his bedside and we talked about college, sports, I told him about my girlfriend and how we were probably about to break up, and he listened and enjoyed having me there.
By evening, I was exhausted. I hadn’t gotten much sleep on the plane, and was tired from the day’s activities.
“Dad, would it be OK if I slept with you? I don’t want to be too far, in case you need me”
“Sure, Mikey, I’d like that”
“I’m going to have a quick shower first”
After my shower, I towelled off, and went back to dad’s room. We were both extremely comfortable being naked around each other… we were both very straight, and the idea that it would be anything sexual hadn’t even crossed our minds.
“Can I grab a pair of boxers?”
“Sure, you know where they are.” I took a pair from his drawer and put them on. Sure enough, they were threadbare. all of dad’s underwear was.
I sat down beside dad on his bed. I was still distraught at seeing him in 2 casts, realizing it could have been much much worse.
“Dad, I love you… I’m so sorry this happened to you”
“I love you too, son” dad was dozing, It was nice to be here with him. Frankly, I don’t understand fathers & sons who don’t express their emotions to each other. I cant imagine telling my dad how much I love him, especially at a time like this.
I looked down at dad, and noticed how much he looked like me. He had the same eyes, nose and square jaw. His wavy brown hair was still very thick, and looked just like mine. It occured to me that underneath the bedsheet he was probably naked, as that’s how he slept. THe sheet covered him from his lower waist down, his abs and well-defined chest reminded me of my own. even our hair patterns were similar.
I bent down and kissed him on the cheek. He put his hand on my head and brought it down to his chest. I lay there with my head on his chest as he dozed. I could hear his heartbeat, and my mind started wandering to my childhood, and all the wonderful memories I had with him. He was all I had in the world. When I was young, we were very poor. He would still try to buy me nice things so I wouldn’t feel left out. He bought me a hockey stick when I was 7 so I could play with my friends. As I grew older, he was always there for me… I knew going to college was a huge financial burden to him but he wanted me to go, and helped me out as much as he could.
I couldn’t think of anyone I loved more at that moment. His hand was on my back, and I felt very safe and comfortable in this position. It was ecstacy.
I was listening to dad’s breathing, and dozing a little myself. At one point i opened my eyes, and was looking at dad’s beautiful abs and beyond I noticed that dad was tenting out the bedsheet. Dad was getting hard!
I wasn’t sexually aroused at all, but more out of curiosty than anything else (it’s really hard to explain!) I put my hand out and lowered the bedsheet. I had seen my dad naked plenty of times but never with a hard-on.
Wow. His dick was huge. It was long and thick, just like mine, and pointed upwards and slightly to the left (Just like mine!). I could see it pulsing at the same pulse as his heartbeat.
“Sorry, Mikey, no offence. I haven’t relieved myself in days” dad said, a bit awkwardly.
Embarassed, I stumbled for words “No probs, dad, I, uh, was just …. uh…”
He laughed lighly and ruffled my hair. “Go to sleep”.
I started to move away, but then decided to stay where I was. Dad continued slowly running his fingers through my hair as he dozed. I settled with my head on his abs, just staring at his exposed cock.
What happened next is hard to explain. I wasn’t sexually aroused at all, if anything I felt extremely happy, and emotionally in a good space. Dad was had his hand on my head, and I was watching dad’s cock throb a few inches from my face. I noticed a slight oozing of precum from his cock-slit onto his lower abs. It was mesmerizing. I wanted so badly to show dad how much I loved him for everything he’d done for me, and how much I wanted to be there for him…
I cautiously opened my mouth, and, using my tongue, licked the head of my dad’s cock. My dad responded by exhaling and, even though I didn’t see it, knew he had a slight smile through his exhale. It occurred to me that this was the cock that a long time ago created me. It occured to me he was the man in the world i loved the most.
I took the first few inches of his cock in my mouth, and held it there, neither of us moving much. It felt funny at first. I could tell that dad, even though he was dozing, was enjoying it. THis fact really excited me. I so wanted to show him how much I loved him.
With the slowest of motions, I started moving my head up and down and gave him head. He never moved at all, but seemed to start relaxing into it. His hand continued to caress my head and back. I never imagined I would ever be doing this, and I didn’t want to even think of what it meant. I just knew then that it seemed right.
I covered my teeth with my lips so I wouldnt hurt him. As I gave my father head, I lapped at the bottom of his shaft with my tongue. I raised my head and tried to take his entire shaft into my mouth, but choked (hey, this was my first time!). I reached down to his balls and held them in my hand. They were remarkably smooth, as was the area underneath his balls.
I came to a sudden realization that this was probably the first head he’d had since my mom died. He’d never dated, and had told me he didn’t really act on his sexual urges. All he’d had these past 23 years was his stash of porn magazines and himself. This made me feel like he’d given up so much of himself to raise me… I so badly wanted to repay him for everything he’d given me.
I wanted this to be the best it could be for him… and I sucked and licked my fathers dick with all I had. I was an amateur, but gave it my best. After a few minutes, his body was coated with a thin sheen of sweat. His balls started tightening (just as mine do when I am about to cum), and then, all of a sudden, he stops breathing, tightens up, and shoots wad after wad of semen. Seven shots. Straight into my mouth. I swallow greedily, feeling love like never before. I am in total ecstacy. When he’s done, I still held his cock in my mouth, wanting this moment to never end.
I wish it could have been better for him… I wish I knew what I was doing… I wish I even knew what I felt at that moment. I felt love, I felt happiness, I didn’t feel aroused, but would do it again in a heartbeat if he asked me to.
With his strong, free arm he drew me up and close to him. He looked at me and smiled, and I took hold of his hand. “Thanks, dad. I love you”.
“I love you too, son”
It was very easy to fall asleep in my father’s arms that night. He put his left arm, the one that wasn’t in a cast, around me and we fell asleep. Despite what he had just been through with the accident, and the fact that his sleep was intermittent and uncomfortable, as he couldn’t move around much, he seemed very happy and content. I’d never seen him quite that happy before, and I’ve never felt quite so close to him.
So we fell asleep that night, snuggled close, him stunningly naked, his cock covered with my saliva & remnants of his cum, and me in a pair of his old boxer shorts. Even though he was the only one that had cum, I felt an intense sense of satisfaction knowing I had given him an orgasm, more intense in fact than if I had come myself.
He woke up in the middle of the night to change positions. He still wasn’t used to the fact that he had casts on, so it was a bit awkward.
“you OK, dad?”
“Yeah, Mikey. just a bit sore. Could you get me my pills?”
“Sure thing” I went and got him his medication, which was to help alleviate his pain. I also helped him readjust his position so he would be more comfortable. He took his pills, and after a while they took effect, and he started relaxing.
With my left hand I started massaging his chest. “Does this feel OK?”
He looked at me and nodded, smiling shyly.
“Here, let me give you a bit of a chest massage, dad” I said, and sat beside him on the bed. Using both hands, I drew small circles on his chest. Now, my dad worked in construction, and had a very well developed upper body. His pecs were very large. I had always been envious of my dad’s build, even though my body was muscle-toned myself. His pecs were naturally smooth, with no hair on it at all, while his abs had a bit of fur on them and a beautiful dark treasure trail. His nipples were very large and stood out, topping on his pecs very beautifully.
I started looking at my dad differently… he was my dad of course, but now he also had a _body_. A physical body, that I saw right then as stunningly beautiful. he lay naked in front of me, and my fingers were roaming over his large, sculpted pecs. I was afraid to touch his nipples even though they begged to be touched. His skin was developing goosebumps, as my touching was getting lighter and lighter. It could barely be called a massage at this point. It reminded me of sensuous foreplay, the kind they do in movies. The kind my girlfriend would have liked if I had done on her, but refused to. She used to beg me to fondle her breasts, but I never wanted to, definitely not in this way.
This was different. I was finding Dad powerfully attractive. This might sound strange, but I wasn’t sexually excited… I felt drawn at a more primal level. My dick wasn’t hard at all, but the sensation in my loins and abdominal area was unbearably pleasurable.
“Oh Mikey, that feels so good” my dad said in a low, husky voice. His eyes were closed and his face was slightly strained.
“Just relax, dad”. I just went with the flow and my fingers soon found their way to his nipples. Dad shivered at first contact. For me, it was like electric jolt. His nipples were hot. They felt so tender in their warmth, and yet so masculine in their hardness. I drew the smallest circles around the tips. Dad’s mouth was opened slightly, and I could feel his tense pleasure. My mouth was salivating intensely, and I had to swallow to not drool everywhere. My hands made their way down his chest to his abs. His abdomen was beautiful had a defined six-pack, and framed by the subtle ridges of his lower ribs underneath his skin. His dark treasure trail bisected his abs perfectly, and the hair felt amazingly soft. I kept my touch light as ever, and I felt like I was exploring someone’s body for the very first time. My fingers were on fire and the touch of his body sent jolts of current into my body.
my fingers found his belly button and trim waist. My dad was moaning now. It hadn’t occurred to me to look up to this point, but I looked down and noticed that at the end of his treasure trail, beyond his pubic bush, he was fully erect, and from the looks of the pool of pre-cum drizzling out of his cockhead, he’d been that way for quite a while. This seemed odd to me, because I didn’t feel turned on that way… it didn’t even feel like a sexual experience as I’d known them, it was something far more primal, and far more pleasurable.
I couldn’t help but admire dad’s cock. I always had admired its size and girth, and how it stuck out completely straight, and was the perfect color, framed against his dark hair. It seemed to shine tonight. And was slowly pulsating. I wish my cock looked that beautiful.
I was beginning to get confused by what was going on, and needed a break. “Dad, I’m going to the kitchen to get a glass of water” I said, and got up.
“Sure, son.” He said and smiled at me.
I went to the kitchen, drank a glass of water, took a deep breath, and thought about what was going on. The idea of my sexuality being anything other than straight wasn’t in question at all. I knew for definite sure I was straight. Even at that moment, the idea of a woman gave me a stirring that no man could. I wasn’t confused of my dad’s sexuality either… he was as straight as I was, if not more so. Even if I had found out he was gay, I wouldn’t have a problem with it. Or with myself being gay for that matter. I had several friends and relatives who were gay, and I was very comfortable, and loving of them, as they were of me. What bothered me was not knowing where this was going or what to make of it.
So, I decided that there was only one way to find out. I was enjoying myself intensely, and so was dad, as was apparent by his physical reactions. I decided I was going to see where this went, then deal with it, or not, later on.
Having made up my mind, I opened the liquor cabinet and downed 2 shots of vodka straight. My throat burned, but my whole attitude and outlook mellowed out almost immediately. Thank god for alcohol.
I wobbled back to Dad’s bedroom, and smiled at him in an embarrassed manner.
“You all right, Mikey?” he asked, looking at me quizzically.
“Sure, dad, never better!” I said. “Hey, I just want to say I love you and that you mean everything in the world to me, OK?”
“Sure, son, I know… and you know I love you too, right?”
“Yep”
“Then get over here” he said and patted the bed beside him. I went and lay down beside him. He put his arm around me, and I snuggled close to him. “Now go to sleep”
“Dad, can I ask you something?”
“Anything you want”
The alcohol was hitting me, and I was getting bolder “Do you think I’m… uh… do you think I’m beautiful?” I blurted out. I hadn’t meant to ask quite that, but having asked, it seemed like a good question.
Dad paused. He concentrated for a second, then said “Mikey, you’re the most beautiful person alive, and always have been to me.”
“Really?” I said. The alcohol was definitely working. I smiled back at dad and, moving my hand to his abs to continue massaging him where I left off, said “I mean… do you think I’m beautiful physically”
“Physically too, son” he said, drawing me closer to him. “You’ve always reminded me of a younger, smarter and more handsome version of myself. I can’t think of anything I’d admire more”
My fingers were tracing their way down his lower abs, his groin and to his beautiful cock. I believed what my father said. I felt that way of him too, and it made sense. I caressed his cock slowly, as it bobbed up periodically to my touch. I moved down to his smooth balls. Feeling dad’s balls made my state of desire for him heighten. The combination of my first time exploring dad’s body and the alcohol were making the surges of pleasure in my body unbearable. I felt an imminent emotional explosion building up within me, akin to an orgasm… but without ejaculating, or for that matter, without an erection…
I lifted myself up, and put dad’s dick in my mouth, where it had just been a few hours ago. It felt electric, again. He was hard as steel, and his cock was pulsing. I moved a bit lower, and started licking his balls. They were silky smooth, and my saliva made them feel silkier and smoother.
Dad was shuddering with pleasure. I continued licking his balls until they were completely coated with my saliva, not letting up, even though his cock was doing the He looked down at me, and had a strained but passionate look on his face.
“Oh son…” my dad said shuddering with pleasure. He touched my face with his free arm, and holding my chin, brought my face up to his. “Mikey, this is so new to me.”
At face level with dad, my lips were less than inches away from his. I was holding myself above him… our chests were grazing each others. I could distinctly feel his 2 nipples against my chest. Our abs were inches away, and our identical treasure trails were commingling, and I could feel the heat of his body all the way down to his hard cock, which was pressing into my boxer-clad midsection. Dad moved his hand down the side of my body from my shoulder to my waist, and moved to position his cock upwards. His hand grazed my penis, which was still flaccid at this point. His steel-rigid cock was up full mast against my flaccid softness. I could feel the heat of it through my boxers. Though I had no erection, there was no mistaking the desire and intense emotion I was enveloped in. Dad read it in my face. He looked deeply in my eyes, I could put into words what was in my heart.
“Son, the only other person I’ve ever been with in my life is your mother” he said, and looked down.
I was stunned. I knew he hadn’t dated much… but didn’t think he hadn’t slept with anyone at all! My mind raced, remembering the many, many women, and some men, I’d been with in the past few years I’ve been sexually active. Some just tricks, some more involved than that. I felt an overwhelming sense of compassion and love for my dad at that moment. Like he was vulnerable, and I was the protector.
“Dad, I… ” He pulled me down onto him, and I gingerly lay on top of his good side, supporting myself with my leg & arms so my full weight wasn’t on him. He kissed me on the cheek, and drew me closer to him.
“And you’re as beautiful as your mother. In every way. You remind me of your mother” he said softly and shyly in my ear.
“Oh Dad…” I looked at him… there were tears welling in his eyes. I’d never seen my dad with tears before. I kissed him passionately, fully, on the lips. Out tongues explored each others mouths greedily and desperately. I was crying and laughing at the same time inside.
“I know people say you resemble me in many ways… and you do. But I see a softer, much more beautiful side in you, too. Look at your hair, son… just like hers” Look at your beautiful eyes… and your smile.”
I was speechless and kissed him again and again, and I needed to be so close to him.
“son, your smooth chest, and your beautiful, slender waist is just like hers… the way you walk, the way you lie on top of me…” He put his hand on my waist.
“The arch in your back is your mom’s…” His hand moved to my back, and he rested it on my lower back, just below my waistband.
I kissed him again. He said “Even the way you kiss me”.
He pressed down, bringing my pelvis into his. I felt his fully erect cock, and then noticed that while listening to dad compare me to mom, I had grown fully erect. I was too overwhelmed in the emotions of the moment & didn’t notice… My cock was rock hard… raging hard, and had grown full length, matching my dad’s cock inch for inch. Even the thick cockhead and ridge that I made out of his cock seemed identical to mine pressing into him.
The sudden realization filled me with fear and embarrassment. I pulled away from dad, and lay on his side. This just made it worse as he now noticed the huge tent in my shorts, and the large, sticky wetspot that had formed right at the tip of my cock.
He turned to me, smiled shyly, and drew me closer. He tugged at my shorts and said “take these off for a minute, son”
I did what he asked, and immediately felt hornier than ever before in my life. My cock was free to feel dad’s naked skin and nuzzle into his warmth. I was oozing large amounts of precum. I couldn’t control myself any longer. I was more excited than ever… and felt like I was about to pass out in pleasure.
He drew me directly on top of him, his hand on my ass “Oh I love the feel of your ass, son” he said huskily, as his fingers gently roamed all over my ass. It felt so good. “You’re the most beautiful person alive, to me, in all ways”. I spread my legs and straddled him as best I could. At this moment, our bodies were perfectly aligned. His eyes looked directly into mine, his mouth was directly below mine, and our chests, abs and cocks were pressing into each other. His legs were together, but mine were spread wide as I straddled him. I could feel our cocks touching all the way from the root right up to the tips… the exact same length, width and shape. Our cockheads were perfectly aligned too, and the sensitive ridge of my cock was straight up against the sensitive underside of his, and vice-versa. I felt like I could feel every nerve on his penis against mine.
There was a look of sheer desperate passion in his eyes (and mine). His fingers found my hole. Up to that point, it had never ever been part of any sexual moment or experience I had had.
As his finger made first contact with my hole, we were looking each other straight in the eyes, lovingly, lustfully and intimately beyond words. At that same moment, he pressed me into him, and then subtlely pressed me into the slightest of up-down rhythms. This made the ridge of our cockheads massage each others ridges every so gently. It was too much for us to control. Looking into each others eyes, we let go. Shot after shot of long, thick, ropes of semen, all over each others abs and stomach. We covered each other’s cocks with our cum. The intensity of my orgasm was larger than anything I ever dreamed of as possible. I let out a loud growl as I came, and panted for a long while afterwards, trying to catch my breath.
Both still shuddering & glowing in the aftermath of our shared orgasms, we held our gazes, and smiled at each other. That one look said it all. I no longer needed to figure out what it all meant… I understood completely.
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