"Son... I'm HIV Positive."

[Spermpig]

Growing up, I'd always suspected that my dad was gay.  Or at least, shall we say, sexually indiscriminating?  I mean, he was still married to mom and I had to come from somewhere.  Besides, I do remember hearing them occasionally banging one out as their bedroom was right across the hall from mine.  But still I had my suspicions, which were reinforced by behaviors.

From the time I could remember I'd always just been around my dad when he was naked.  Nudity was just an everyday thing at my house, so it never struck me as odd.  Nudity was a thing for mom and me, too.  Heck, There are many a photograph of me running around our house as a kid in my all-together!  However, as I got older I started to notice Dad was nude around me more often than Mom.  It was more 'our thing' - just two dudes hangin....

We bathed and showered together quite often, and hung out watching TV afterward as we air-dried. And, when I wasn't actually bathing, I would keep Dad company while he took a bath.  He would let me play with boats in the deep end while we talked.

Occasionally we'd play a game Dad called 'Light House' in which I would drive the boat between his legs to the 'lighthouse' that was standing erect there.  The boat would crash on the 'rocks' below and I would laugh and laugh....

Anyway, I also first learned about masturbation from my father when I spied on him when he pleasured himself in the garage. I saw him fire his load into a shop rag, and after he went back inside I retrieved the rag and investigated it.  What was this sticky fluid?

Naturally he came back and caught me.   I was SO embarrassed!  But Dad took it very much in stride and was completely matter of fact about it all.  And that's when I learned all about the birds and the bees.  And also about what guys can do for special fun on their own, as he had just done.  He also made it clear I should never tell Mom about because she was a girl and wouldn't understand.

Dad's special magazines were also readily available for me; he really didn't even bother to hide them.  They were just at the bottom of a magazine basket in our den.  They started out as Playboy, but as I got older they became Penthouse, Club, Chic, Oui, and then some harder core mags with dicks and fucking in them too!

Those were my favorites-- the ones that showed closeups of men with erections.

Anyway, As I got older I gained hair and modesty, so the joint showers and nudity stopped and doors started being closed.  Well, really just my doors-- although that didn't stop my Dad from interrupting me on more than one occasion.

The first time, I was in my room, officially studying, but of course not only was I playing with myself, I was actually on the cusp of blowing my load when Dad barged into my room.  I don't think I ever moved so fast in my life!  Giving a quick laugh Dad exclaimed "Whoops!"  And as he closed my door he added "Just don't get any on my Penthouse."

There were a couple more times after that when Dad caught my jerking off.  Each time Dad joked and commented something like "Damn, boy!  Don't wear it out!" Or "Do you ever put that thing away?"  Which is why I started jacking in the shower or behind a locked bathroom door.

Slowly over this time, my suspicions about Dad being gay and his extracurricular activities increased.  He was gone longer hours, working out more, or at least saying he was working out.  Sometimes he'd come home and you could tell he'd had a beer or two.  Mom and he fought more over piddly shit. I pretty much figured he was having an affair, or hooking up somewhere.  And I could clearly see my parents on the clear trajectory toward divorce.

He was also buddying up to me more during this time, telling me that I was really growing into a man, and complementing my by remarking how handsome I was becoming.  Our conversations felt conspiratorial, and Dad increasingly joked around with me, and his jokes took on an ever increasing sexual overtone.  Everything seemed to be a double-entendre.

Well, the summer before my senior year of high school, Mom started a new job and started working nights. I think she took this job just so she and Dad would spend less time breathing the same air.  It also forced Dad to be home more to take care of me (in theory).

Dad still routinely got home late, often smelling of, well, I'm not sure what, but his body had a distinctive aroma.  Even so, Dad was definitely more often at home more, which conveniently left us together with free time.  In the evenings.  Before bed.

As I said before, Mom and Dad's room was right across the hall from mine. And in their room they had an old TV with a VCR.  You know - for watching movies in bed.  And with Mom working nights and Dad being Dad, well... he fired up the VCR - a lot.

I mostly ignored it the first few times-- but I could hear the porn playing and the soft, creaking motion of his bed and I knew what was going on.  But it was my father!  I shouldn't be listening, hardly daring to breathe.  I shouldn't be turned on by this, should I?  Why did I have a boner??  So many thoughts... so many conflicted emotions.

Finally one night I couldn't take it any more and I wanted-- no, NEEDED-- to see.  So I snuck out of bed and crept quietly into the hall.  Dad always left his door ajar, so I figured I could peep in and see him and the porn while he was too distracted to notice.  I figured I was being quiet as a cat.  I was wrong.

"You might as well just come on in," he said in a loud voice.

Fuck!  Busted AGAIN by Dad!!  Well, I sheepishly went into his bedroom and he gestured for me to sit next to him on the bed. He wasn't even trying to hide his erection.

"Come on, you might as well 'take a load off' too.  I can see you want to," again with the double entendre as he nodded to the boner in my pajamas.

I stood next to the bed, guts churning, nervous as hell and shaking like a leaf while I stared at the erection held in his first.  He smiled and patted the bed-- and I took my place beside him.  Little did I realize that this small action would set me on a dark path and seal my fate.

That first night we watched porn together and jacked off.  Well, he jacked off and I mostly watched him jack off.  When he came all over his belly and fist, I came too.  In my pajamas.  Without touching myself.

From there we slowly progressed.  It wasn't an every night event, but when I was in bed and I'd hear the porn soundtrack, I'd get up and join him.  It started out as innocently jacking together.

From there it became me jacking him off while we watched.  I still vividly remember the first time I touched his erection - it was like a bolt of lightning struck me and I could barely breathe.  And again, when he came, the feeling of his seed running over my knuckles made my own dick cum in my underwear.  (No more Jammie's for this guy!)

From there it soon progressed to blowjobs.  Never him on me-- I was the son and it was my duty to get him off.  To be a good boy.  Oddly enough, it was a bigger deal to first jack my Dad than to blow him.  The blowjob came naturally.  Feeling the smooth, warm skin of his head with my tongue just felt right somehow.  And when he shot in my mouth?  There was no hesitation:  I swallowed instantly.  And happily.

At this point in our relationship I had definitely shifted to just being his convenient sex toy.  Sort of his human fleshlight.  He didn't really make eye contact or acknowledge me at all.  He was focused on the straight porn on the VCR.  I didn't jack off or really touch myself at all in his presence.  I would finish him off, he'd turn off the VCR and lights, and I'd go back to my room.  Once there is either jack off or go to sleep.  More often than not, I didn't even jack myself.

And then one night it finally happened.

This was in January of my senior year.  It was after Christmas and I was back in school, Mom was back to work.  I heard the porn fire up, but it was different porn.  This time the grunting was more masculine - no more whiny bitch moaning.

I went in and I saw Dad watching porn.  I was right.  He was playing a new porn tape.  This one showed two guys on the screen, two, hot, furry, mustachioed men... and they were fucking!  It was so hot and the breath caught in my throat.

Dad and I started as we usually did-- him jacking for a minute, then me doing it for him.  Then my mouth on his dick, as usual.  But this time instead of cumming down my throat, he tapped my head  after awhile and I stopped.

"Get on all fours," he whispered.

We NEVER talked during our sessions so this startled me.  It was almost like a slap.  But he just stopped everything, gestured toward the TV with a chin flip, and told me to "assume the position".

My guts instantly turned to water as I knew what was about to happen and I wasn't sure about it at all.  Wasn't sure I wanted to get fucked, but after all he was my Dad, and instinctively I wanted to please him so I got on all fours.

I was facing the porn and I felt the bed shift as he got behind me.  He reached and got some KY off the nightstand.  My heart was thundering in my chest.  Soon I felt the cool, wet hardness of his cockhead pushing at my sphincter.  This was it-- I was losing my virginity.  To my father.

He pushed into my ass.  I distinctly remember the pain.  I tried to push back a bit on his thigh, to slow him or get him to stop but he was clearly bent on fucking.  Which he did.

I winced and grunted as he thrust inelegantly into me.  It hurt and it felt like my asshole was ripping because of his thickness.  I tried to relax-- I tried to understand how the one guy in the porn seemed to be really enjoying the cock in HIS ass.  Did it hurt him as much?  I tried to breathe through it.  I teared up a bit.

Then suddenly my father was buried inside me and shuddering.  I could fee his cock throbbing in my ass, much as it had done in my mouth.  There would be five or so pulses and a few aftershocks, again... like usual.  I counted them off in my head.

His hands were on my hips as he slowly pulled out of me. Then he magically produced some paper towels to wipe himself with and he was done.

Stunned I made my way to the bathroom to wipe myself clean.  There was a KY residue, some brown, and some red.  Blood.  So I HAD torn a bit.

I stood in the bathroom a long time and looked at myself in the mirror.  I was confused and hotly ashamed, mainly because I found myself aroused at the thought of what just happened to me.  I jacked myself and came all over the bathroom sink while thinking about my Dad's cock violating my ass.

Two nights later the same thing happened.

And again a couple nights after that.

Soon, I realized this was our new norm.  So I stopped at Walgreens after work one day and got my own tube of KY that I kept in my secret hiding spot in my room.  I started fingering my ass and lubing myself before heading in for our father-son bonding ritual.

As time went on, some weeks there was less sex and I found myself a bit disappointed (and if I'm being honest, jealous).   Because Dad was "late" getting home, his clothes smelling of cigarettes and "that smell" that I'd later come to realize was the stench of an adult bookstore.  I'd always find myself wondering why I wasn't good enough-- had I done something wrong?  Was he displeased, or worse... bored with me?  But then he'd fire up the VCR again, and everything would be right as rain.

Of course it's not like I was completely innocent during this time either.  Dad had sort of opened the door to my sexuality.  I had a couple friends at school that I was blowing fairly regularly.  And there may have been one or two 'park encounters' between me and older men.

Anyway, this continued through the summer until it was time for me to leave for my freshman year of college.  In my mind this was also the cutoff point for my activity with Dad.  I was going to college to start the next chapter in my life.  I wanted to be normal.  I wanted a change.  And I knew I was approaching adulthood, wouldn't really be living at home anymore.

 

I'd love to be able to say that we had one final night together before I left, where we spent the entire night fucking and he actually fucked me on my back while looking at me, and telling me that I was a good son and he was proud.  Ah, the romantic in me!  But no-- our sessions ended not with a bang, but a whisper.  Really I don't even much remember our last fuck.  As summer waned he sort of did it less and less.  Plus Dad got really sick earlier in the summer, and that really seemed to zap his energy levels.  

 

I was okay with all this.  It made my college transition that much easier.

 

When I came home at Christmas break, Dad met me at the door and had me sit down.  He had some things to tell me, he said.  My stomach lurched as I could predict what was coming.  Well... ALMOST predict.  In a somber voice he explained Mom had moved out and that they were getting a divorce.  He said there was something else, too.  He had been to his doctor and...  He took a deep, shuddering breath and said the last thing I expected:  "Son... I'm HIV positive."

 

[einathens]

i hope there will be more of this.

[FatFuckPigMA]

You're an excellent story teller.  Not only is the story hot, but it's a good read too.  

[tighthole64]

Now that you know he is Poz, would you take his seed to create more of a bond?

[EricX]

Wow. Incredible.

We should have an award for the best story of the year in various categories. I suggest we call it the Cummies. This would be nominated. 

[sleazebugga]

Good story, really hot build up. More please!

[Qaniker]

Absolutely hot as fuck. Need to read more about Son and Dad. Is it Dad who will concert his Son or will he use his mates ?

[jimrs69]

Great story!  Hope there will be more........

[averageslut48]

Wow, what a great story. I love it. More, please!

[Jerry1234]

i see a road trip in the future to the same bookstore for the son. Maybe he can catch the same bug from  the same guy. Like father like son.

[shinelover]

This is so intense and erotic . . . I just can't wait until you post more!!

[Guest Dickmagnet]

Great story & well written too, Thanks for sharing. Looking forward to the next chapter.

[rublthlad]

Great story, hopefully he has already passed on his pop seed

[bjbottom]

I loved this story.   I was 14 when I started sucking off my father when he was passed out drunk.    Sometimes he was too drunk to get hard, but that is when I discovered I love swallowing piss right from the tap.

[subslut88]

Very hot story!  Would love to read a second chapter!