Reconnecting With Dad - Part 1

[sexyactionnick]

I watched the movers pack the last of my possessions into the truck. They set out to drive my life back to Northampton, my hometown. My job transferred me there, at my request. I?m an engineer, but most of my work these days is in project management and administration. I spend so much time on the road that it really doesn?t matter where my home office is. My mother passed away a few years ago, and I realized I had to try and repair my relationship with my father before he died as well.

My dad and I were never particularly close. We strained to feign a father-son bond for my mother?s sake, and for ourselves, but things got in the way. He?s from a long line of emotionally and physically abusive New England fathers, and he never got the hang of connecting with another human being in a healthy way. As a child, I closed myself off to him to avoid getting hurt, to avoid the pain of being just another broken man in the cycle. I thought my homosexuality was a problem for him, and maybe it was, just not in the way I was expecting.

The first time my mother went into the hospital, I was sixteen. By that point my father and I had stopped speaking completely, other than short, curt sentences as necessary. ?Pass the butter? and that sort of thing. We both stayed at the hospital for three days straight, until she banished us home. We were to go home, shower, shave, and eat the casserole my aunt left in the fridge or she would pull out her IV and whip us both with it.

I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist. The smell of my aunt?s lasagna wafted through the house, and I decided to grab a plate before my dad devoured it all. I walked through the living room to get to the kitchen, to find my dad watching a porno. He had managed to drink two beers in the time I got in the shower, and was well into his third.

?Don?t just stand there looking stupid,? he said, slurping his Pabst. He kept his gaze glued to the screen. ?You can watch a skin flick with your old man.?

Naked except for my towel, I wavered nervously. I hadn?t told my parents I was gay, though I had already discovered the rest stops and bathhouses around town. Watch a porn with my dad? There would be no way I could get it up for that. Was I even supposed to? The sound of a beer snapping open broke me out of my contemplation. He held it out over the sofa to me, gave it a little shake as if to say??hurry up.?

I sat down on the couch and drained the beer as fast as possible. ?Slow down,? my dad cautioned, and opened me another one. I smirked, to hide the fact that I was nervous.

?I?ve got to catch up to you, don?t I??

That kind of balktalk?whatever the hell backtalk is, I still haven?t figured it out?normally got me a backhand, but for some reason my dad laughed. ?You sure do,? he said, and finished his third. He hit play on the VCR, and we watched some woman?s ridiculously huge tits bounce as she fake-moaned on top of an ugly man?s dick.

We watched twenty minutes of the porno in silence. I started to feel tipsy around my third beer, downright drunk as I started the fourth. Straight porn is so stupid, I thought. I much preferred the porno theater downtown, where the men groaned and grunted as they forced their long, hard dicks into each other. The movies weren?t bad either. I looked over at my dad. Without my noticing, he had pulled out his schlong and was slowly stroking myself.

He had a beautiful dick. Eleven inches long, about as thick as a glass beer bottle, with a plump mushroom head. Veins spiraled up the side, and it was straight as can be. It made me embarrassed of my own cock, which I realized was just a slightly shorter version of my dad?s. My nine-and-a-half incher made me very popular with the men in the sauna. Was my donkey dick going to get as big as his?

My dick started to inflate too. My dad?s eyes were closed ? he didn?t know that I was hard looking at him, not at the porno. A knot formed in the pit of my stomach ? how could I be turned on by my own father? ? but my cock had never been this hard before. I finished my beer and started to jerk it. I leaned my head back and let myself think of whatever I wanted. The International Male catalog. Fabio. Magnum P.I.

I tweaked my nipples and let my hand rest for a second, letting my mind settle on a new fantasy. Before I could come up with anything, my hand started to stroke again. Then I realized that both my hands were on my nipples. My eyes flew open ? my dad had his left hand on my cock, still stroking his own with his right. He still had his eyes closed and his head tilted back.

The intense arousal I felt shocked me. My dick became even harder, straining against my father?s grip. I had never been this turned on in my life. My father?s right hand relaxed, leaving his own dick unattended, and without hesitation I reached over and started pumping him too. He groaned slightly, and I began to put some polish on it, use what I learned at the rest stop. My other hand snuck over and began to tease his nipple.

His eyes opened, and he looked directly at me for the first time since we started watching the porno tape. There were so many things going on, but mostly his eyes burned with lust. He leaned forward and kissed me. His mouth tasted like beer, and he smelled like musk and dirt. He had that scent you always associate with your father, and it drove me wild. I let go over his cock and sat on his lap, furiously making out with him. His hands roamed up and down my body, before one hand left to massage our dicks at the same time. His hand couldn?t get around both of our thick shafts.

He pushed me up, and we both walked mechanically upstairs to my parents? bedroom. The brief interlude gave my mind the chance to scream?what the hell is going on? Was I really about to have sex with my father? It was wrong, so wrong, but?we had never been close. I didn?t care about the Red Sox. I didn?t care about cares. He didn?t share my interest in sci-fi novels. We had never spoken more than three sentences to each other at once, excluding arguments. Our mutual jerkoff was the longest we?d ever spent together.

He pushed me back on the bed and we began to make out again. My worries melted away as he bit at my nipples, working his way down to suck on my cock. He could barely get his mouth around my head. I flipped us over and went down on his cock, using everything I had learned to give him a world-class blowjob. I relaxed my jaw and got his thick member several inches down my throat, and he shuddered in ecstasy. He greased up his middle finger and found my hole, and began working to open me up.

We kissed and ground our cocks together as he opened up my hole. I was a different level of nervous now?down at the rest stop, I was usually on top. I had only taken one or two cocks before, none of them as gargantuan as my father?s eleven-inch firehose. I wanted to stop him, wanted to tell him that I couldn?t do it, but he flipped me on my back and pressed his enormous head to my hole.

I involuntarily let out a deep moan. My father quickly grabbed a pillow and held it over my face to stifle the noise. Hopefully, the neighbors weren?t home. He took the pillow off my face and got real close to me. ?You can?t make any noise,? he whispered, and shoved his cock in further. I made a small noise, but swallowed it quickly. He kissed me. ?Good boy,? he said, and slipped it in further.

Blinding pain spread from my hole and I clung to him for support. He flexed his powerful shaft, and I felt the pulse move up my insides. That part felt good. He did it again and I began to relax and accept his cock. He slid the rest inside me and I felt his pelvis connect with my buttocks. I moaned, this time in pure ecstasy. He began to pull in and out, establishing a slow but powerful rhythm. He?d pull out then slam his fat cock back inside me. He?d do it slowly a few times, then slam his giant member all the way back in me again. He pulled most of his dick out so his thick head tickled my prostate, and that?s when I realized I was going to have my first immaculate orgasm.

He kept the rhythm going, but made it go faster and faster. I tried to add to the rhythm, but I was little more than a submissive bottom letting his top do all the work. His dick slid in and out of my anus and he bent over to suck on my nipples again. I used all of my mental concentration not to blow my load right then. His powerful cock began to flex wildly, and I could tell he was about to come. We locked eyes, knowing the moment was about to happen. He leaned forward and wrapped me up in his arms. We gazed into each other?s eyes as we both let our dicks shoot at the same time.

His hot, sticky jizz shot inside me at the same time that my own cock erupted over his chest, slipping between our bodies and coating the underside of our chins. He grunted loudly as he pumped load after load inside me, apparently no longer caring if the neighbors heard. I squeezed his dick as hard as I could, wanting to keep that hard cock inside me forever, wanting him to keep filling me up with his warm spunk. He collapsed on top of me, and wrapped our bodies around each other.

We didn?t move for several minutes. I think we both knew that we couldn?t look each other in the eye the same way again. That as soon as our bodies separated, we would have to face the truth that a father and son just had sex with each other. That our hot, forbidden lust was forbidden for a reason. Eventually, we did break apart. He took a shower in the master bathroom, and I took a shower down the hall. I got dressed, and we ate the lasagna in silence.

We never spoke about that day again, especially not during the summer break from college when I finally told my parents I was gay. My mother screamed and threw things and blamed herself for being a terrible mother, and my father just sat there. Any other kid might have thought he was ashamed to have a gay son. I knew that he was ashamed of so much more than that.

My company rented me a house, but it wouldn?t be ready for a few days. In the meantime, I would stay at my father?s house. I reflected on the situation as I took a cab from Bradley. An expensive cab fare, but the company was paying for it. Now that my father was a frail old man, would we finally talk about it? Would my mother dying free us to openly discuss the shame of that night? I felt sick again, thinking that my mother?s death could ever be positive. I put everything out of my mind. I decided not to think about it all, just to whing it. If the topic came up, it came up.

I took my bag out of the trunk and tipped the cabbie. My childhood home sat on the quaint New England street as it always had. The grass was green and perfect, and a fresh coat of paint had been applied. My father had seemed pretty frail the last time I saw him, five years ago at my mother?s funeral. The neighbors must have chipped in to fix the place up.

I rang the doorbell. I pulled out my cell phone, figuring I?d have time to check my mail or maybe play a level of Angry Birds while my old father plodded to the door. After just a few seconds, I jumped when the door flew open.

An enormous man stood in front of me. Several inches taller than my lanky six-foot-two frame, he was the biggest bodybuilder I had ever seen. Broad, thick pectoral strained a tight brown t-shirt, and perky nipples stuck out the sides. The man had no neck at all, just a head on top of those insane pecs and bookended by massive traps and deltoids. His shoulders were incredibly wide, and led down to gigantic biceps. I could tell from the width of his arm that he did great tricep work too, and forearms as well. His arms were absolutely perfect.

I didn?t have a chance to ogle over the man?s legs when his basso profundo voice shook me to my core. ?Nice to see you again, son.?

[arpeejay]

Great start! I look forward to reading more!

xoxo

Richard

[Weasel]

To be honest, this one goes to far for me. I know it's fantasy but this chapter focus more on the incest part than the muscle growth. Morraly, I find this relationship between dad and son offensive. So, not in my taste but I'm just speaking for myself. ;-)

[Rarity]

Originally Posted by Weasel

To be honest, this one goes to far for me. I know it's fantasy but this chapter focus more on the incest part than the muscle growth. Morally, I find this relationship between dad and son offensive. So, not in my taste but I'm just speaking for myself.

I don't think you're just speaking for yourself there. . . Well, the chapter is very well written, even if the content is something I can't personally appreciate.

[BBadmirer]

A sweet start for sure. With a daddy like that I can overlook the incest angle. Please let there be a good dose of muscle worship/admiraton in the next few chapters!

[Big RR]

Wow!!!!!!!!!!!!

[imfit]

This is a hot start. A stronger bond for a Daddy/Son relationship..

[Bull]

Totally hot! It never ceases to amaze me how many puritans there are on this board.

[mlbjock]

That was an somewhat unexpected turn with the jacked dad. Curious to see what happens next.

[myoder]

great start

[manlion]

Huh, good story. (I don't really have any kind of relationship with my father, so it doesn't really push any oddity buttons for me.)

Jumping into a more objective level, it makes you consider what incest actually is. In a hetero side (father/daughter, mother/son, brother/sister), incest is bad because it can result in inbreeding, which IS bad. But since a brother/brother, sister/sister, or father/son or mother/daughter relationship can have no such result, is it as bad? Not by that criteria.. Hm.

[cellardoor]

I really dig this one! Can't wait for the next part to see how big "Dad" gets.

[gahalas1]

Sproing! Loved the surprise ending.

[andy2011]

very good start, truly exciting... love dad/son stories, hope you'll post the next chapter soon!