Memories of Daddy and Son...

[Seedmeraw]

As the university closed early for a faculty meeting, I got out of class around 12 noon. At the time I was living off campus, about a fifteen minute walk, so I decided that day to walk home and of course, I chose to go home by way of the house belonging to a friend of my parents. He was not married, and in fact, I understood he had divorced some years earlier. My parents didn't disclose any details about his marriage and it's failure - I just knew he was now single, and he never brought women to the various gatherings he attended at my parents' house, which gave me ample opportunity to speculate about him.

He had never specifically made any moves towards me, and, for all I knew, didn't even know I was gay, nevertheless each time I crossed paths with him, which was fairly often, I found myself speculating what it would be like to have sex with him. Until the occasion of this story, my sex-life had been largely limited my fantasy life and to watching my dad's porn movies. I loved how the guys in the movies shot their loads. I got hard watching them even though they were straight porn movies. I didn't concentrate on the females, but on the men. In my mind's eye, I was the one being fucked. My ass that day was hungry as hell, and, as I said, he was a friend of the family, so when I walked past his house and noticed his car in the driveway, I found myself walking up to the front door and knocking, half afraid and yet half excited at the prospect of 'pushing the envelope,' if circumstances permitted.

He answered the door, dressed in only shorts, but sporting a wide, welcoming smile. If he was surprised to see me, he hid it well, because I didn't get the sense I was intruding, but rather that I was welcome, and expected. Entering the house, he invited me to accompany him to the rec room where, he said, he had been watching TV. We chatted briefly was we watched the TV show, catching-up on my studies and home life. Soon enough, however, I began to pick-up that my visit might not be in vain. He began asking me questions such as 'Are you staying for long?' and 'Is your mom going to pick you up or are they expecting you?' I answered that I just wanted to visit and that I was in no rush, but just to give him a way out, I said that if he was busy, I would get lost. He replied "No, it's the opposite. I'm glad you are here." With that I knew I had read the cards correctly, that this was the moment of truth.

I stood up and walked towards the couch were he was lounging and I sat right next to him. I placed my left arm over his belly and my hand was slightly touching his dick. Until this moment, he did not made one move. After that, I made another move - I started to rub his belly, and he responded by rubbing my back. That was my green light. I said to myself, keep moving,, so I removed his shorts, exposing his tumescent dick. I took it, kissed it, and then, pow, the whole thing was in my mouth. It tasted to so good and feeling it growing bigger and harder turned me on more and more. He was clearly enjoying my attentions very much - I could hear his moans from time to time. I was determined to maximize his pleasure, and the ample precum he was producing was not only delicious, it strongly suggested I was on the right path. I stripped naked and soon enough he pulled me onto his torso and held me still as we kissed, his fingers straying into my ass crack, in fact fingering me like there was no tomorrow. He knew was he was doing, he was a pro, you know how much experience the other person has by how he perform. I knew about HIV at that time, but guess what? I didn't care, just like I don't care all these years later. After a few minutes of ass play, he apparently decided it was to to move on to the next stage, which was to see if I was ready to get fucked.

Saying "Give me a sec" he disappeared into the bathroom, grabbed some a tube of lubricant from a cabinet, he returned to the rec room, instructed me to lay back on the couch, which, of course, I was only too happy to do, (not-so-innocent slut that I was), and watched him lube-up his cock and my ass hole. I knew where this was going. Holding my legs against his chest, he positioned himself to plunder my ass. The excitement of finally getting fucked far outweighed the pain of getting a seven inch cock up my ass. It hurt, of course, but as I said, I am a slut, so by means of our mutual determination, he successfully made it all the way in, and began to fuck me, raw, rough and hard, at least so to seemed me. Whatever the pain, however, the fact that I was having sex with a man trumped the pain. About fifteen minutes later he started to sweat, which I took as a sign he was majorly excited - it certainly wasn't because of the temperature in the room, which was otherwise quite comfortable. No, my sexy daddy was on the road to orgasm, and there was nothing better for me at that moment than that a raw dick was lodged in my ass. Somehow, everything felt good: the sex, our relationship, and that I, a guy in my second year of college, was putting out for a man of 53, that we had little in common other than we were just horny.

Spread eagle, doggy style, sideways, on top of him, he on top of me, we moved from room to room - the kitchen, bedroom - even the bathroom, you name it. It was all done, all was good. Thank god I had seen all my dad's porn movies - they were great instructional aids. The fuck was great. Then, after about two hours of fucking, it time for him to shoot. I asked myself Is he shooting in my butt or on my crotch? At that point, most of the porn movies I had seen had depicted cream pies, and, of course, I hadn't seen any gay porn flics, so for once my education failed me. When he he said "I'm cuming" I thought to "Where?" He succinctly responded "In your ass." I though he meant on my butt and we were doing doggy style so I was in the perfect position for it. And then he says "Here it comes" but I noticed that he didn't pull out. I was a little confused, but when I felt an amazingly warm fluid inside my ass, I immediately realized and was satisfied that yes, his cum was in my ass, which was just where it belonged.

Naturally I wanted more. He remained inside my ass for a while as the last drop of cum was absorbed into my colon. He then, withdrew, remarking that nothing had trickled out of my ass. He went to the bathroom, grabbed a wash cloth, which he warmed with hot water, and cleaned both himself and my butt.

As we rested naked from our long tryst, he asked I not tell anyone. I replied "Don't worry - this is between us," knowing he was concerned how my parents would react if they found out. Eventually I showered, dressed, and went home. We saw each other a few more times after that occasion, but not for sex but at parties and other social occasions. We never traded a single word about our sexual encounter.

Some time later he moved to another state. I have neither seen him since then, nor did he and my parents (apparently) remain in contact, but the memory of our tryst will last a life time.

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Guys, this is a true story - it's 100% accurate. I still dream about him.

Edited August 10, 2012 by Hotload84

[Hotload84]

I have edited this story a bit to bring it into compliance with this site's standards (and, to fix some grammatical, syntax and plot line problems).

[xxjjyoungxx]

This is a great story Hotload, loved every bit of it. Wish you got to see him again!

[fisterm8]

wouldnt it be great if you both fell in love and you moved state with him to live happily ever after

[MAIKOL20]

wow seedmeraw, your story is really close to mine, amazing! Only I kept seeing my man till I graduated from HS. I miss him cause I fell in love with him. He was a wonderful Daddy to me and I was the Son that brought happiness into his sex life and introduced me to mine!