Living with My Father: First Chapter
Next in "Vacations with My Father," the continued saga of Ben and his dad, Gary, shares their experiences upon returning home from their vacation.
Coming home from your holidays is always unpleasant. You bid farewell to the sun, the beach, and relaxation, only to be greeted by cloudy skies, work, and boredom.
But this time was even more disheartening for Ben, who had enjoyed two glorious weeks of sunshine with his father, Gary. They had become close friends and lovers during their holiday.
Raised apart, Ben rekindled his relationship with his estranged dad a few years ago when he was an adult. This union thrived to a new level while in Spain, where they can simply be Gary and Ben, companions on holiday.
Now at home, however, they faced a tricky situation as son and father, known to their friends and family. Maintaining this sexual relationship would be challenging.
Ben had just returned home, yet missed his father already. Missing the sex, but also the general company, the mutual nudity, admiring each other's well-sculpted bodies, and bonding over the day's events—plus the amorous escapades with two handsome Spaniards along the way.
Saturday had arrived, their day for coffee, an occasion that excited Ben. He approached his father's home, audacity thumping in his heart, just as he had done the first time he stepped through that door three years ago.
Ringing the bell, he hesitated, feeling that familiar apprehension. The door swung open, revealing his dad, Gary, whose laid-back look of comfort came from his favorite black t-shirt and faded jeans that emphasized his impressive bulge.
"Ben, it's been forever!" Gary said jokingly. "At least four days."
"It feels like an eternity."
Gary led the way into the kitchen, recalling their previous routine of making coffee, seemingly unchanged from their time away.
As he began making coffee, they spoke about regular topics like the weather and work. But Ben could hardly focus on the menial chit-chat as his senses aroused.
Anchored by his father's scent, Ben boldly wrapped his arms around him and confessed his lingering desire. Thankfully, Gary welcomed Ben's embrace with open arms. Their bodies pressed together, and his arousal was uncanny.
"I've missed you, Dad." Ben murmured.
His dad choked out a quiet sound of ecstasy, and in return, his hard cock pressed firmly against his leg. Seeking to heighten the tension, Ben held his dad's bulge with one hand, pulling his dad close.
"You must be sore from two weeks of Holiday," Gary joked.
Ben scowled and queried teasingly, "There's a way to fix that."
"Where, Dad?"
"Here, Ben."
As they journeyed to the bedroom, Ben stopped them at the table. With intent, he presented himself, bent over it, yearning for his dad's presence within him.
Eager to fill his back passage with his father's lengthy shaft, Gary took a deep breath before proceeding.
Leaning into their intimate moment, he claimed his son's arse hard, thrusting into Ben's waiting body.
Their breath and sounds coalesced in a vacuum as Gary assaulted Ben's back passage, his balls clashing with those of Ben.
Unwavering, Gary's dominance took over, pounding into Ben, exhausting the kitchen table with his powerful thrusts.
Aching to release his seed within Ben, the urgency escalated.
"Breed me, Dad. Fill me with your cum."
His dad gospeled wildly and erupted, implanting his thick, white semen deep into Ben's anal passage.
Ben had missed this overwhelming feeling ofeness, having his arse stretched by his father's large cock. He had forgotten how much he relished these moments when his father appeared to dominate him completely while stretching his arse mercilessly.
They cleaned up, sipped coffee and relished a plate of croissants. As they conversed, Ben overheard Gary's inquiry.
"Did you think then that I might ruin your life? Documenting your life, preventing you from finding a partner?" Gary asked,
"Why would you think that?"
"I was afraid I was interfering with your life." he replied.
They finished their breakfast, and as they sat there, Ben knew he wanted that experience to continue.
Parting ways, the two shared a kiss. That wasn't a one-time event. It became an enchanting inclination whenever his father approached him.
"Dad, I'm an adult, and I can make my own decisions. We're great together."
This comment made him grin wickedly.
"Oh, we definitely work well together."
We finished having breakfast, which had turned into lunch by now, and moved to the sofa, where we sat side by side, our legs pressed against each other. Dad placed his arm around the backrest, and his hand rested on my neck.
A rugby match was on the TV, and we watched it for a bit. Dad brought beers and snacks during the halftime. But I couldn't help but notice the sexy guy sitting next to me.
But I was content to wait because, if I knew my dad, he'd soon be ready to go again.
When the rugby match finished, Dad turned toward me, and his hand moved from my thigh to my groin.
"Would you like to stay tonight?"
I nodded, nothing would make me happier than spending another night in bed with my dad.
So, the pressure was off a little, as we now had the whole day and night.
Dad's hand kept on wandering, and he leaned in for a kiss.
"Let's eat dinner first, and then we can fuck again, but for now, how about a blowjob from your dad?"
"Please, Dad."
He got down on his knees in front of me and unzipped my jeans, exposing my cock from my undergarments.
The sight of my father kneeling between my legs, ready to suck my penis, was enough to make my cock rock hard and leaking.
I observed as he lowered his head and touched my precum with his tongue before the full length of my shaft disappeared between his lips, and I felt the head of my cock hit the back of his throat.
He sucked my cock just as he fucked, moving his mouth rapidly up and down my rigid tool, desperate to get my hot cum inside him.
I began to buck my hips, wanting to offer him what he wanted, and my cock slammed into his waiting mouth.
His eyes watered, but he continued the suction on my shaft, one hand resting on the base of my cock, the other working on my nipples inside my shirt.
When he pinched one of my nipples firmly, I couldn't help but explode in his mouth, my sperm hitting the back of his throat and pouring down his chin.
I lay there and watched as he licked up and down my penis before moving to my balls to clean off any remnants of cum.
He looked up at me and said, "You taste good, Ben."
I ruffled his hair and leaned in for a kiss, tasting my own semen on his lips.
He stood up, and I could see his erection was obvious. I placed my hand on his bulge.
"It's okay, Ben. You'll fuck my arse later. But I'm cooking dinner first."
"I can't wait, Dad."
Later, while my dad was busy in the kitchen, I discovered that over the years, I only saw his living room, kitchen, and bathroom. So, I took the opportunity to explore.
His bedroom was a very masculine space, with a massive bed that would be ours for the night. There were mirrored doors on the wardrobe running along the bed. These doors seemed interesting.
The other room was set up as a home gym, with a complete weight set, a rowing machine, and a treadmill.
Although it was immaculate, lying on the ground beside the rowing machine were a pair of flimsy-looking shorts.
I picked them up carefully and sniffed them.
They had a faint smell of my dad's cologne, sweat, and his cock mixed in them. As I held them in front of me, I envisioned my dad's thick cock inside the shorts, every vein of his shaft and his knob head clearly visible.
I sat on the rowing machine and brought the shorts to my nose for a good sniff. My hand slid down the waistband of my pants to rub my cock.
I was so wrapped up in what I was doing that I didn't realize my dad had been behind the door, leaning against it with a smile on his face.
"I think you're quite the dirty boy, Ben, but I knew that already."
He took the shorts away from me. "Put your hand off your cock. Dinner's ready."
"You're such a spoilsport."
We ate Dad's famous pasta with cream and vodka sauce, accompanied by crisp, garlicky bread and a bottle of wine. We conversed about our holiday adventures and the two hot Spanish men we met, Miguel and Felipe.
"We need to go back, Dad. We did promise."
He laughed, "Yes, you're probably dying for Felipe's cock inside you again."
"All I want is your cock inside me."
He pretended not to know what I meant and began to clean up. I followed him to the sink with a few dishes and he grabbed me from behind, his groin pressed against mine.
I could feel his semi-stiff cock poking me.
"Whose cock do you want, Ben?"
I pushed back into him. "Yours, Dad. I want your big cock."
"The right answer, my son."
Dad ground his hips against me, pushing his erection against my butt cheeks. He leaned in to kiss my neck, sucking softly on the sensitive skin, causing me to shudder in pleasure.
"Take me to bed, Dad," I said, craving his touch.
Nude on the bed, I lay on my stomach and moaned softly, feeling Dad's tongue play with my entrance. Better still, I could see him in the mirrored doors of the wardrobe as he spat on his hand and rubbed it on his engorged penis, preparing to enter me.
I nodded towards him, indicating I was ready.
He entered me slowly, his large member stretching my hole open. He pressed his hand against the pillow, ready to thrust in and out of me.
Taking advantage of the mirrored doors, I watched as he lifted his shorts, ready to rub them all over my face.
I grabbed them and brought them to my nose, breathing in deeply. I caught a scent of my Dad's sweat, knowing that only moments ago, his penis had been pressed against the fabric.
Dad fucked me with intense passion, his thick cock sliding against my insides.
I turned my head slightly, watching him in the mirror, admiring his strong muscles and toned body.
Dad's thrusts grew harder and deeper, and I could feel his climax building. He bit his lip, his face a picture of intense concentration.
I turned my head again, watching the mirror as his cock rose and fell inside me. My pleasure grew with every thrust.
He gripped my hand and hooked his arm under his sweaty shorts, pulling them away from my face. Then he thrust his cock back inside me.
I gasped, "Not again, Dad!" as he forced his cum-filled shorts against my face.
Lying on his back, Dad held my hand. "You alright, son?"
"Yeah, it was insane," I replied. "The best fuck I've ever had."
We wrapped ourselves in each other's arms and fell asleep spooned together.
The next morning, Dad was already lying naked on the bed, stroking his erection and looking in my direction, waiting for me to wake up.
I crawled towards him and took his dick in my mouth, sucking on it lovingly.
He grabbed my thighs and sat up, signaling he wanted to enter. I lifted my butt up, allowing him to penetrate with ease.
Our bodies aligned, I felt full and satisfied as he rubbed my anus with his tongue.
"Sit on my cock, Ben," he ordered.
I turned around, aligning our bodies and lowering myself onto his thick member. I could feel my intestines stretch and flex as he slammed into me.
Dad gripped my cock and began stroking it. I bounced on his penis until he started using his powerful thighs to thrust against me.
"I live for this, Ben," he said, a deep sense of love in his voice.
"I love how you fill my ass with your cock, Dad. I can't wait till you fill me up."
Personally, I could have stayed all day. I grinded against him until he released wave after wave of hot cum deep inside me.
He pulled out of my ass and placed his cock against my face, "I can't get enough of your ass, son."
I couldn't either, not when it felt so amazing.
We showered together then had a leisurely breakfast. Dad drove me home on his way to his rugby practice.
Despite being seperated, we often messaged throughout the week. Giggling to myself, I remembered next weekend.
"I'll be with you all weekend, son," he said, pushing his member inside me again. "That means more time with your favorite father."
I thought back to all the sexy times we'd had. This weekend would be yet another opportunity to explore each other's bodies.
I looked forward to it.
We discussed our plans for the rest of the year. "Maybe you can come home with me next weekend."
I nodded, agreeing with a smile.I was thankful I had a Dad willing to pleasure me like this. I don't know how I can possibly give this up. Good thing I don't have to.
Showering together, we talked about all the good times and about how we couldn't wait to be together again. As we ate breakfast, we reflected on how lucky we were.
As I left, I thought about Dad, silently thanking him for being so accepting of my desires.
Driving home, I couldn't help but think how amazing it was to have slept with his father and still feeling insatiable for more.Although I knew I would be able to talk to him during the week, I knew this next weekend could only mean more pleasure.
