I collected my thoughts and hopped out of the shower, cursing at the cold that my bedroom air brought to my loose towel. Quickly I got ready for bed, apart from brushing my teeth, and went downstairs. Luckily, due to my powerful orgasm earlier I didn't have a boner, which was good as Dad was sitting comfortably on the sofa looking like he was ready to have a catch up.
I looked at his attire. He had on a loose pair of shorts and a comfortable looking top. If I looked carefully enough, I could just make out his nipple poking through the cotton. This turned me on, but luckily not enough to get another hard on.
I sat down and waited for him to talk, scared that if I opened my mouth I might just admit what I had just done and that would be the most stupid thing I have ever done. I needed to play it cool, slowly seduce him and get into his head, then make my move. Make my move?
I shook my head. NO. He is your Dad.
But then I remembered how powerful my orgasm was, and the amount of spunk that had shot from me. Imagining my Dad doing sexual things to me had gotten to me big time.
Slowly, we got talking about Uni again and about my friends there. Dad looked at me and said hesitantly, "So, your room mate?"
I started, "What about him?"
My Dad stared hard at me before replying, "He's straight? But you still fuck?"
I nodded, feeling my cheeks heat up. "I was his first guy."
He raised his eyebrows. "You managed to change him?"
This time I grinned. "Dad, look at me. It's not the first time."
"I can imagine!" He laughed. Huh?
I raised my eyebrows. "What do you mean?"
"Son, I don't have to be gay to know that you've got it going on. All the girls wanted you in sixth form, don't deny it. I think the only reason why you're not completely gay is because of all the attention you got from people."
It's not everyday you hear your dad thinks you're hot. For the rest of the conversation, we talked about crap like the football, or where we can go fishing. My mind kept replaying what he said, and eventually, the night came to a close. We walked up the bedrooms together, my eyes fixed on my Dad's bum as he walked in front of me. It was safe to say that I was rock hard by then and really in need of release.
At about quarter to eleven, I was tucked up in bed and just about to put on some porn when there was a knock on my bedroom door. "Yeah?"
Dad's head popped round the corner. "Erm, Jakey, my, umm, friend is here. He's going to crash at ours."
I immediately understood. Dad's 'toyfriend' was here. Hmm. I nodded again and Dad shut the door. Slowly, and quietly, I went into the bathroom. There was an en suite that was attached to both mine and my Dad's room. I made sure Dad's door was open a fraction and then opened mine fully and got into bed. Instead of putting the porn on, I waited. I thought I'd have to wait an hour or so but I was in luck.
About ten minutes later I heard the creek of the middle stair and a lot whispering, followed by giggling and the smacking of lips. I heard the other door of my Dad's room shut and the springs of a bed. They were in the bed. My dick was pulsing so hard, but I didn't dare touch it.
After a lot more giggling and kissing noises, I heard the sound of a zipper. My heart was beating so hard, causing my dick to become a bit jumpy. I was nervous - I had never listened to my Dad do anything sexual, I was always asleep when he came back from a night out. But today was different. And I was excited.
Those were the first words I ever heard this new friend
of my Dad's say. Quickly, and as quietly as possible, I walked slowly into the bathroom. Because I had opened my door beforehand, there was no creak of the door to alert my Dad to what I was doing. I sat myself on the closed lid of the toilet seat and listened again. My dick gave a twitch: slurping noises
were coming from the other side of the door.
I gently started to rub my rock hard cock over the fabric of my boxers. I really wanted to pump my cock, but I knew that I would be cumming in a matter of seconds and I wanted to prolong this as much as possible. Slowly, I peeked my head into the crack of the door, looking into my Dad's room.
My Dad was on his knees, in a crouching position facing his double bed. Mr Toyfriend was sitting over my Dad, leaning back onto his hands with his eyes closed. I almost came on the spot when I realised my Dad's head was bobbing up and down, due to his mouth being full of cock.
My dick could no longer take it, but I had to be patient. With a gentle tug on my cock, I sat back down properly and continued to watch my father.
"Hmm, Greg, that's so good, please don't stop," Mr Toyfriend said. My heart was slamming into my chest. I glanced at Dad's toyfriend, and I was pleasantly surprised to see that he was very hot. He looked slightly younger than Dad with a toned yet older body. But, Dad was only forty-three, so this guy must be about forty-ish. I was itching to look at his cock, but not as much I wanted to see my Dad's.
"Ahh, shit, I'm going to- What?" Dad's toyfriend looked shocked as Dad pulled away from his cock, before he could cum. I grinned - exactly what I would have done. It's good to keep him wanting more.
"Greg, please, let me cum?" Mr Toyfriend said.
Dad stood up and finally I got a glimpse of his hard-on through his underwear. His bulge was huge, at least the same size as mine, if not, bigger. I was shocked, but I yearned so much to have it inside me- in any orifice, I really didn't mind. I was so turned on right now I think I could have cum from just staring at his cock through his tight white pants, but I didn't have to.
"Please Greg, I'll do anything," Mr Toyfriend looked up at my Dad in such a seductive way, I almost came.
Dad's reply actually sent a bit of pre-cum up my shaft. "Anything? Get down on your knees then."
Mr Toyfriend did exactly what he was asked. Then, this was the moment that I was waiting for, Dad pulled down his pants and stepped out of them. Attached to his pelvis was one of the most beautiful penises I had ever seen in my entire life- and between you and me, I'd seen a lot of them. He was slightly thicker than mine, roughly about the same length, but the purple head was leaking out the clearest pre-cum. I wanted to touch myself so much, but yet again, I refrained.
Dad's toyfriend dropped hungrily to my Dad's side and started swallowing down Dad's cock as fast as he possibly could. In every way possible, he was gagging for it. Dad stepped back, clearly startled by the ferociousness of his lover, but seemed to love every minute of his because he was soon yelping and calling out, "Oh Fuck. Ah, Blaine, you're so fucking good at this."
His name was Blaine. Hot name, to fit a hot body. After a good five minutes of this, I had enough. Slipping off my boxers, without even caring if I made a noise, I edged the door open a bit more. It creaked slightly, but both men didn't seem to be listening. I think Dad had become accustomed to living on his own, because he didn't hold back vocally. I began stroking my cock, and within a few minutes, I could feel myself building up.
Staring at my Dad's facial features: his mouth slightly parted, his eyes rolled up into the back of his head, I imagined I was giving his this feeling of ecstasy.
"Uh," I heard myself saying, as I felt the first stream of cum fly out of my pumped and lusting cock.
Dad's eyes flew open as he gazed, shocked, at my face and then rested on my cock. But, I couldn't stop now, I was cumming full-force. Another stream flew out and I was hit by the strongest orgasm I have ever felt, as I locked eyes with my father.
"Oh, shit, Jake," I heard my dad say as he came into Blaine's mouth. At once, Blaine tripped back, sat on the floor and with a startled voice he said, "I'm Blaine. Who the fuck is Jake?"
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