I Am My Father's Son

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He comes of age with his father.
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Updated 10/30/2022
Created 05/06/2012
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A big THANKS to Kat Hurlbut for helping me edit this story...

This story deals with incest and male/male sex between a 18 year old son (me) and his father. In this story, all characters involved in sexual acts are 18 or over.

If you are offended by the "incest" and/or "male/male" theme... please do not read this story.

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When I was sixteen my mom left my dad. I was the youngest offspring, but even at sixteen I felt confused. I didn't know my parents were having marital problems. We lived in a modest home; me and my three siblings shared two rooms; one for us boys and one for the girls. My and my brother's room was adjacent to our parents' room and I'd sometimes hear strange noises coming from their bedroom. It certainly didn't sound like they were fighting. In the end, all my siblings left with my mom. I couldn't leave my dad. He was my dad for crying out loud. He was my hero.

Dad tried his hardest to stay positive and keep pushing forward despite the fact his wife had left him and tore his family apart. As time passed I grew to love my dad. Well, I already loved my dad... I guess I should say I fell in love with my dad. He was so manly and gruff yet he was always very gentle with me. I guess he could tell I was special. Nonetheless, we were two dudes living in a small house with one bathroom so inevitably on occasion I would see my dad in different states of nakedness, but I never paid much attention. Many times, I needed to pee when he was taking a shower after a hard day's work as a truck driver. It was no big deal. And because I knew he worked hard to put food on our table and keep me clothed, I thought the least I could do was keep the house clean and prepare a meal for him.

We fell into a routine. He worked. I got home from school, cleaned and prepared dinner. Sometimes when he'd drop me off at school he'd tell me we were going out to dinner that night and I didn't have to cook, just be ready. These special nights were typically Fridays. I'd get home, make sure the house was clean and then lay his clothes out. The first time I did this he looked at me and smiled, patted me on the back and thanked me. I felt so proud that I'd made him happy. So it became the norm whenever we'd go out to dinner. Throughout dinner I'd catch him looking at me and when our eyes would meet, we'd smile. We would talk about anything and everything and sometimes I would have him in stitches with my stories. My dad was the coolest cat in my eyes.

One night after our special dinner, I walked into my bedroom and started dressing for bed. Or, I should say, undressing. I was standing in my briefs when Dad suddenly opened my bedroom door. He didn't expect me to be in this state of undress but really who cared, we were both guys after all. I turned around and acknowledged him and he held his gaze a little longer than necessary but I didn't give it a second thought. When our eyes met, he blushed and excused himself. I told him it was okay and welcomed him in. He didn't really need or want anything; I guess he wanted to continue shooting the breeze. I pulled on some shorts and followed him to our living room. He turned on the TV and since I was younger and closer to the TV it was only natural I become his remote control. He might have also enjoyed my getting up and bending over to change the channel to our 13" black and white TV. Soon we settled on a channel and I must have dozed off because before I knew it my Dad was carrying me, his 17-year-old son, to bed. I woke up feeling a bit startled and scared. He hugged me closer and assured me everything was okay. I smiled up at him and hugged him. He laid me down and I turned around and fell asleep.

Sometime in the middle of the night, I woke up to the strange feeling of someone pressed against me. I didn't know where I was, and for a split second I thought perhaps I was dreaming. Then I heard a light snore and felt a rough hand on my thigh. It quickly dawned on me I was laying next to my Dad. I smiled. He felt so perfect cuddling up next to me, it felt so right and I felt safe. I grabbed his hand in mine and brought it to my chest. I felt him stir a bit and he moved in closer, spooning me even firmer. I soon fell asleep with my Dad pressed securely against me.

When I awoke Saturday morning, I heard noises in the kitchen. I stirred, stretched and purred. And then I saw my Dad standing in the doorway.

"It's morning kiddo. Sleep alright?"

I assured him I did and gave him the biggest shit-eating grin. Glancing down, I noticed my Dad was in his boxers. Even with us being two guys living together, he was always very proper and never walked around in his undergarments. I guess he caught me looking a little too long because he announced he needed to get dressed and I told him not to bother on my account. He looked at me and gave me a crooked smile and shook his head. I flung the sheet off me and got up announcing I was about to pee my shorts and made a beeline to the bathroom not bothering to close the door. When I was done I decided to take a shower. I was peeling my underwear off when I turned around and found my dad standing in the doorway. I guess he had asked me something and I hadn't heard him. My nakedness startled him and he didn't know what to do with himself. I gave him a show, swaying over to the shower and locking eyes with him. He looked uncomfortable and walked away. When I got out I toweled myself dry and wrapped my waist. As I walked to my bedroom I called out to my Dad, but he was nowhere to be found.

The week flew and before I knew it, it was Friday. I was turning 18 tomorrow and figured this evening would be "date" night with my dad, but he didn't say anything when he dropped me off at school. I was so deeply hurt and couldn't help but mope around. My friends kept pestering me, wanting to know what was wrong. They knew tomorrow was my 18th birthday, and figured I'd be super happy. I couldn't share my hurt feelings with anybody. I'd brought this on myself concocting this relationship with my Dad in my head. He obviously couldn't feel for me the way I felt for him. He was just being my Dad. I was being nasty and stupid. I chastised myself until I felt horrible. As I walked home that afternoon I couldn't help but think how stupid I was to think anything else. My poor Dad was just trying to be a good parent, and I had made him feel uncomfortable and awkward. I was such an idiot. I got home and decided I needed to cheer up. I decided that no longer was I going to make my Dad feel bad, uncomfortable and awkward. I tidied up, made dinner and showered before he got home.

When Dad arrived I greeted him and acted normal and cheery. I told him dinner was ready and told him to shower first. I'd laid out his boxers and a white V-neck undershirt. Soon we were seated and having dinner telling each other about our day. I lied and told him I'd had a wonderful day and told him all my friends were wishing me a happy early birthday. He just smiled. I then asked him about his day and he told me all he'd done. I hung on every word he said. When we finished dinner he offered to clean up and wash dishes. I refused, and insisted I would do it but he persisted, so I marched on over to the living room and fired up the telly.

Dad was soon sitting in his favorite La-Z-Boy enjoying a cold beer. I looked over to him and we smiled at each other. After what I can only assume was hours later, after I had dozed off again, my dad took me in his arms and carried me to bed. He had me sit as he removed my shirt. Then stood me up and unzipped my shorts, and pulled them down, leaving me in my tidy-whities. I was so far gone; I just wanted to get in bed. He laid me down and gently pushed me to "my" side. I covered myself with the thin sheet and soon was getting my Zzzzzzs.

I woke up to the rays of sunlight peering in through the shades. I could tell it was morning. Then I became aware of a warm body next to me. I couldn't help but smile. My Dad had brought me to his bed again. This was starting to become a habit. I was lying on my side facing away from my Dad when I felt him stir. He inched his way close to me, molding his body to mine, spooning me in a way that no Dad should spoon his son, and yet in a way I so desired but never thought possible. His bare, hairy chest pressed against my back; his crotch nestled against my buttocks; his hairy, firm, strong legs aligned with mine. And then he placed his hand on my thigh.

This felt right. I took in his manly scent. It was so intoxicating. I snuggled tightly into him, making sure my covered buttocks connected with his... wait, I could feel him. I could feel his manhood rising, growing, and getting firmer. And I quickly assessed my Dad was naked. I then felt his breath on my neck. He brought his hand to my chest, running his rough, calloused hand lightly over my chest, teasing my nipple with his thumb. I could hardly believe it. I took his hand in mine. He froze. I started to purr ever so lightly as I intertwined my hand in his. I brought his hand to my mouth and kissed the palm. His breathing was getting heavier. I felt his breath tickle my neck and ear. His lips lightly brushed my shoulder. He started lightly yet forcefully rocking his hips back and forth as I pushed back. He felt so big, so hard. His breathing became ragged and heavier.

I felt his mouth next to my ear and he whispered a very sexy, very special "Happy Birthday". I almost creamed my underwear. He released my hand, took me by my chin and gently turned my head to face him. He had the most loving, gentle look about him. He kissed me lightly on my lips.

"I've waited so long for this day," he said almost out of breath.

I didn't quite understand what he meant, but I didn't care to think it out; I wanted more. I turned my body all the way around and kissed him; except my kiss was a hungry one. He wrapped his arms around my back and ran his hands up and down and then finally took ahold of my head as his tongue invaded my mouth for the first time. I saw fireworks. I'd waited for this moment for what seemed like a lifetime.

His lust-filled touch, his hungry kiss, his hot desire grew as he kissed me passionately and with such intensity. We were on our sides facing each other. I put my leg on his thigh confirming my Dad was indeed naked. I ran my hands up and down his tight back, down to his taut buttocks pulling him to me. And then I went for gold. I'd dreamed of this moment for a few years now. I took hold of his huge, thick, veiny Daddy cock and slowly stroked him. He warned me to be careful because it'd been some years now and he was ready to blow.

I took his face in my hands and pulled away. I looked at him; we locked eyes. I gave him a wicked smile and then ever so slowly started working my way down, kissing his neck, his shoulders, his nipples, his tight stomach, making my way down to his manhood. I was enjoying every second, taking in his scent and the feel of his skin. And before long, I was face to face with his monster. My goodness, my Daddy was hung like a horse. I had a fleeting thought... my Mom gave this up? She was nuts!

I took my Dad's cock and gave it a light kiss right on the head. He shuddered. I looked up and once again our eyes locked. I was all smiles. He looked down at me ever so lovingly and said,

"Are you ready to blow your birthday candle?"

He went there. I just gave him a big smile and blew lightly on the bulbous head. He moaned. I loved that I was pleasing my Dad. I took his low-hanging balls in my hands and raked my short nails over them and then gently tugged on them while taking the head of his dick in my mouth. Soon I was gagging trying to get as much of his meat in my mouth. He grabbed me by the head and started guiding me up and down.

"Oh fuck! You're a natural cocksucker. Please don't stop. Suck it, Suck it."

I sucked his cock, then pulled it from my mouth and licked him like a lollipop. I even took his balls in my mouth and sucked on them. He groaned and moaned. And then I went to town... I wanted to make him cum. I had a need to be branded. I needed to taste him, have him in me and have him claim me as his lover. I sucked and bobbed up and down and soon I felt him tense up. He grabbed my head in an attempt to remove me from his cock, warning me he was about to cum. I held on for dear life and sucked harder, bobbing faster as he grunted and shot load after load of hot, sweet-tasting Daddy juice down my throat. I was so hungry for it. I didn't want to spill a drop. I kept stroking him and sucking. I wanted every last drop of him I could take. I slowed down and kept sucking the sweet tasting cum from his Daddy dick. His eyes were closed, but I knew I'd pleasured him. I took my time and enjoyed myself as I made my way back up to his face. Lightly kissing his stomach, his nipples, his neck, and his ears until I finally reached his mouth. He opened his eyes slowly. There was a big smile on his face. I smiled at him, gave him a light, tender kiss on the lips, moved over to his ear and whispered,

"Happy Birthday to me."

He hugged me and we laid there for a good while in a loving, magical embrace. I laid my head on his chest and he wrapped his strong, firm arm around me. I felt so safe. I felt so right.

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AnonymousAnonymousover 7 years ago
My dad

My dad was asleep on the sofa after a few beers wearing only his underwear. I moved closer go on my knees infront of him and took his cock out. I stared at it for a bit before i put it in my mouth and sucked it till he came in my throat. I swallowed it all. I am a 16 year old and i would love him to shove his cock deep in my asshole all day and let me suck him off everyday

AnonymousAnonymousover 7 years ago
Very nice story, I love it 😍

It's a very nice story j love it, love to read these kinds of stories 😊

AnonymousAnonymousover 8 years ago
Nice!!!!

My grandfather was my story. I was nineteen and spending the weekend. Grandma was out so it was just me and gramps. We were sitting down to breakfast and talking about my love life when out of no where he asked if id ever tasted cock. I said no, that's gay! He said come over here boy and he had me drop my pants and my boxers and he spanked me . He said you need to learn the difference. Get on your knees he ordered. He stood up and took out a 9 inch thick 2 inch wide already hard, rod. He than orderd me to open my mouth and close my eyes. I did and he slowly put the mushroom in my mouth. The rest is history I suck cock everyday now. Every cock I can get my mouth on.

50580964555058096455about 9 years ago

MMMM That was a great story and love the love between a father and son...I did not have that but it was with my uncle (mothers youngest Brother), one day I was asleep while I heard my uncle working on our house which he did most all the time. I walked in my underwear and t-shirt to the bathroom and I guess he was working on the outside wall and watched me pee. As I was walking back he came in saying that my family went to town and he was watching me the day. I ask if he want some breakfast and to watch some TV. As we watched I sat down on the floor while he sat in the love seat. I just lean up to the chair and my arm was brushing on his leg. when I looked up he was just staring and looked at his crotch, he smiled. He told me that if was okay that he show me something, took out his 8 inch hard cock and told me it is okay to touch it and if I wanted to know what to do with it he would love to teach me. We ended up having sex, he had me suck him until he was close to shooting when he said that there was one more thing he want to show and teach me. He got me to bend over the love seat, while spit on my ass and his cock, feeling it pressed on my ass I kind of freaked but he said that it was going to be okay. He slowly put in me inch by inch until I could feel his balls. I was first in so much pain that I felt like I was going to pass out.,.He slowly pumped in and out. After a while I felt a hotness in my ass. My uncle just told me that we can keep doing this but no one needs to know and it is between us and that was out thing. We had sex every chance we got for the next 6 years until I was 21.

AnonymousAnonymousover 9 years ago
Daddy care giver

My Mom cut my Dad off, The old guy loved to cumm off. One day I walked by his room, there he was naked and playing with himself. I stood looking in, He was well endowed. I stared to long, he turned and saw me. He just smiled, c**k in hand , he motioned for me to come in. Walking up close to where he was standing ,he took my hand and put it on his stiff tool. He was so much bigger than me, I just started to squeeze and pump him. He was beginning to moan and sway. Make me cumm he said. I pumped harder and got him to unload , he shot all over the floor. He told me thanks and I left . The next day I heard my Mom leave , I had slept naked , because of the heat. Barely awake, I heard my Dad tip toe into my bedroom. I looked up, he was completely nude. His manhood stood erect and reaching straight out. I flipped the sheet away and invited him in. Once in , he was all over me, hugging , running his hands all over my body, we started kissing, he rolled me over on my side , my back facing his front. He put his hand on my ass and began rubbing, then he stuck a finger in , finger f*****g it was called. He loosened me up, then , he shoved his c**k in and really started to f**k me. this really was hurting, but I know how much he was going to enjoy this plowing. He was like a piston, pounding and pounding, his breatheing became intent, then all of a sudden, he stiffened and shoved his manhood all the way to the hilt. He had just climaxed in me. I could feel the juices in me. very warm and oily . His cumm started oozing out. But he stayed locked in . Felt like he was squeezing every last drop in to my tight and very sore Daddy love hole. Again , he said thanks. wiped dry and went to his room. Seemed like this happened every time my Mom went shopping. No words were said , he just smiled and had his way with me. Never did he take care of me, I didn't mind, long as Daddy was happy. Oops got to go , Daddy has another load for me.

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