One and Only Time With Dad on HotGuySecret
I’d been out of the closet for years. My family was all okay with it – I’m not going to say they were perfectly enlightened, but enough to keep their mouths shut. I’d split with my last boyfriend about 6 months before. Dad hadn’t had a serious girlfriend in a few years, but he would meet and date women for a few weeks at a time.
It was the 4th of July weekend. Dad’s birthday was the week before, so he was holding a cookout to celebrate and watch the fireworks. The area is fairly rural – Dad’s nearest neighbor was a little over half a mile away through the woods; longer to find the nearest neighbor he shared a road with. Having said that, the place where they had fireworks was only a few miles away as the crow flies, so it was a good enough place to watch the fireworks and drive away stress-free.
This was the house I had grown up in. Dad lived there by himself now. He hosted most of our family functions there – Thanksgiving, Christmas, etc. I lived in town. My younger brother had moved a few hours away with his wife and kids, so their family typically took over our childhood bedrooms and I would go home after events. Our younger sister had moved to another state and only came to visit about once a year.
I showed up in the early afternoon to help dad get set up. He was in a good mood. He’d been working for a week or two to get the pool up and running for my nephews to enjoy, and he’d been marinating chicken for my sister-in-law since the night before. Honestly, short of bringing bags of ice and putting a few plates and bags of chips on the table, he didn’t need my help.
Dad wore shorts with no shirt, his slight gut peeking over the waist of his shorts without hanging. His body hair was more gray than not, and dense. His hair was cut short and he had no facial hair. I am a little bit shorter than him, a little fatter than him, with a full beard and my hair was probably in a sloppy mohawk then. It might have been dyed blue, but was probably my natural light brown. My body hair has never been as dense as his, but it’s fairly evenly distributed, so sometimes I get called hairy. I was wearing shorts or a bathing suit and a t-shirt that I intended to only shed to go in the pool.
We didn’t think much of it when my younger brother’s family didn’t show up at the time they had planned. It was fairly normal for them to be late. I cracked open my first beer of the day (I don’t know which beer it was of Dad’s, but it was not his first) and we shot the shit. After an hour or so, Dad put some meat on the grill for them because he figured they would be hungry when they arrived.
Only after Dad started cooking, my brother called to say they weren’t coming. I didn’t hear the first part of the conversation, but I heard the end of the call where dad was reassuring them it was okay, even though he was obviously very hurt.
Dad had made so much food; I ate more than I wanted to just to make him feel a little better. Our conversation continued, but his mood had noticably changed. I wanted to lighten things a little so I started cracking all kinds of jokes I could think of – and with me, that usually means shocking jokes. Among those, I made a joke about how glad I was they weren’t coming because I always wanted to go skinny-dipping under the fireworks and never could with my sister-in-law around.
Dad looked confused more than amused. “In my pool? You want to go skinny-dipping in my pool?”
I doubled down on it, not because I actually wanted to do it, but because it was the first thing I said that seemed to get his attention. “Ha, yeah, I mean unless you know someplace better. Nothing I haven’t done before.”
“My son has been skinny-dipping in my pool?”
“Haven’t you? I thought the whole reason you moved us to the middle of nowhere was so we could walk around naked whenever we wanted.”
“No!”
“Well, I was a teen boy, Dad. Just be glad that it’s probably the most sexual thing that I did back then.” That was a lie.
“Still. Has your brother done that?”
My brother and I are close in age and had been best friends growing up, so we had been skinny-dipping together with mutual friends a few times. I’m only addressing this because this is an incest sub, but nothing ever happened between the two of us, and we stopped even being naked in front of each other around when I caught him getting a blowjob in the pool from his then-girlfriend.
“I mean…probably. You have to ask him.”
We moved on in conversation. We both drank copiously. I usually only drank on weekends, and even then no more than 3 or 4. This night was among the drunkest of my life. Dad drank a lot more than me even on a normal night, and he was drinking more than usual that night. He wasn’t as cheery as he had been at the beginning of the day, but the line of conversation had seemed to snap him out of his funk. He was talking to me more like a friend than his son.
As the sun went down Dad started a fire in the fire pit he kept on his deck. We made s’mores that had been intended for my nephews. Finally, the first of the fireworks started.
“Well, go ahead,” Dad said.
“What?” I asked, having completely forgotten about our conversation from at least four hours before.
“You were going to go skinny-dipping, in the pool.”
I laughed. “Oh, no, Dad, I uh…”
Dad looked from the pool back to me.
“You what? Didn’t you want to go?”
“Ha, I mean it sounds fun, I just didn’t actually want to go…”
“You want me to go with you?” Dad asked, surprised. “Fuck it.” He took a sip of his beer and stood up from his deck chair.
“No, Dad, it was just a joke…” Dad dropped his shorts and put them on his chair. His dick was soft, and nothing special soft…when hard it would grow to slightly more than a mouthful for me, so I’d say about 6.5 inches, same as me. He was naked and started on the path between the deck and the pool.
“Dad!” I said.
“Come on!” he yelled, his pale ass almost glowing in the dark. I stripped and followed him.
We jumped into the water. It was warmer than I expected. We just kind of waded in the shallow end, watching the fireworks in relative silence. When they wrapped up we joked and lightly splashed each other.
Dad jumped out, unashamed, and sat on the side of the pool, dipping his feet in. He asked me if I’d ever gone skinny-dipping with any guys in this pool when I was a teenager.
“Maybe…” I admitted.
“Did things…happen?”
“Maybe…” I said again.
Dad nodded stoically. “It’s alright, you know. I’ve kinda figured out that you’ve had sex by now.”
“Yeah, it’s just…weird to talk about.”
“It is and it isn’t. You’re not actually doing anything I can’t do with a woman, and you’ve heard your brother and I talk about women before.”
I chuckled. “Yeah. I mean you guys have never discussed sucking a woman’s dick, but I get your point.”
Dad chuckled in turn. “Some women, it’s not such a stretch.”
We were both quiet for a moment.
“So which one?”
“What?”
“Which one of your friends did you go skinny-dipping with?”
“Uh…”
“Was it that black one? I always thought there was something between you two. What was his name?”
There was more than one person I’d skinny-dipped with who met that description, but dad was thinking of the only guy I had come close to actually dating in high school. I reminded Dad of his name and admitted that I had gone skinny-dipping with him.
“Nice. Is it true what they say?”
“Sometimes. Not in his case, though. You’re bigger than-” I caught myself, embarrassed.
Dad laughed, long and hard. He flexed his legs, displaying his cock and balls. “Well thank you,” he said, amusedly proud. He stood up and held out a hand. “Come on, let’s go dry off.”
Dad helped me out of the pool, unashamed in his nudity. We walked back to the deck. I reached for the door so we could grab towels.
“Uh-uh. I don’t want us dripping all over my floors.”
“Uh…” I said, gesturing to my wet, naked body.
“Pull up your chair and dry off near the fire. It’ll be fast.”
I sat across from him, but that just meant his cock and balls were now perfectly visible and illuminated. Dad opened up two more beers for us.
“So was it your first time fooling around? While skinny-dipping?” Dad asked.
“Yeah, I mean, I guess so.”
He nodded.
“I mean, I’d like, seen penises playing truth or dare or whatever, but it was my first time actually…you know. I mean it was just mouth stuff.”
Dad sipped his beer. “My first time – you have to swear not to tell your brother and sister about this.”
“Yeah,” I said.
“Swear it.”
“I swear.”
“My first time with ‘mouth stuff’ I was skinny-dipping too. I guess it’s like father like son.”
“Oh. Cool,” I said.
We both paused to consider. Dad took a sip and cleared his throat.
“It’s also like that because he…was a guy. Who… sucked me.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I mean, I was young, and we didn’t talk about gay people that much, and I didn’t really get that what we were doing was gay. I guess I just thought that word was for guys who acted like girls, not actually anything about sex.”
“And he…blew you?”
“Yeah. We were swimming – naked – skinny-dipping, and just bullshitting like our friends always did. I don’t remember why it was just the two of us that day, there were usually more. And he said something, so I told him to ‘suck my dick’ because we all thought that was hilarious when we said it, but then he said ‘Okay’ so we went on shore and he did it. It only happened the once.”
Dad’s dick had started to thicken while he was telling me, which had a similar effect on me. “You can’t tell your brother and sister.”
“I’m not going to! I just want to process this. Did you like it?”
“I mean, every guy likes having his peckerwood sucked on, right?”
“But that it was a guy.”
“I’m not gay, if that’s what you’re asking. Guys don’t do it for me, and I never did anything with one since.” Dad paused before going on. “I guess I would get sucked by one again…I heard that gay guys are really good at it. But I wouldn’t want to do anything back. Guys don’t have the right equipment.”
“You can find something nonreciprocal if you tell them you want to experiment. Some guys really like that.”
“I’m too old for that.”
“I’ve been with guys your age who were experimenting, or said they were.”
“You ever experiment with a woman?”
“No.”
“Would you let one suck you off?”
“I don’t know. Maybe if I was drunk enough.”
“How drunk would you have to be?”
“I don’t know,” I laughed. “How drunk would you have to be to let a guy suck you off again?”
“Shit, I’m there right now. You know anyone?”
We both laughed.
“If I did, I’d be naked at his place instead of with my father. I can’t even find someone to let ME suck HIS dick.”
Dad grinned. “Must be pretty bad at it then.”
“I’ll have you know the last straight guy I blew said it was better than any woman he’d ever had.”
Dad chuckled. “Then he was either a very lucky guy or a very unlucky one.”
We paused again. Dad started, “How drunk would you have to be…?”
I interrupted him. “I think I’m that drunk now.”
“You don’t know what I was going to ask you.”
“Doesn’t matter, I think I’m drunk enough for it.”
“Fucking a vagina?”
“Drunk enough for it.”
“Fucking a dog’s vagina.”
“Drunk enough for it.”
“Dirty fucker! Drinking piss.”
“I’ve done that sober. Hell, I’m drunk enough right now I’d probably even suck your dick.”
“Yeah? That’s pretty fucked up.” Dad’s dick twitched and he laughed, but the laugh quickly faded into silence. It occurred to me that maybe I’d pushed things too far.
He got up and walked over to the rail that wrapped around the deck, then started pissing through the wooden slats. He finished and turned around, leaning against the rail. His dick wasn’t firm, but it had filled out.
“You’re not really drunk enough to try doing that to your own father, are you?”
“Oh hell. I’m too drunk for anything I say to actually mean anything.”
Dad nodded, and remained leaning on the deck railing. I decided I had to piss now too, so I went to the rail behind me (90 degrees and about ten feet from Dad) and pissed through those slats. While I did, he grabbed our beers, walked over and stood close to me, leaning on the rail. He didn’t say anything. I finished and leaned on the rail myself. We both sipped our beers, the fire warming our asses.
“What’s the dirtiest thing you ever did?” He asked me.
“I don’t know,” I answered. That was partly true, but I also didn’t know what I could get away admitting to my Dad.
“You ever visit one of those glory holes, in a men’s room?”
“Uh, yeah, I did something like that.”
“I never did. You never know who is on the other side.”
“That was kind of what I liked about it. All I had to think about was about enjoying myself, not the other person.”
“So you don’t care whose dick you put in your mouth?”
“Well, I only got blown, I didn’t suck anyone’s dick.”
“Oh,” he said. We stood there in silence for a few minutes, looking into the dark. There was just enough light that I could see his dick was semi erect. Mine was not far behind. From here on, every single thing we said was delayed by pregnant silence.
I went on. “But I have thought about doing…about sucking dick at one. I think I could enjoy it if someone just used me like that. Like I wouldn’t want that to be my whole sex life for the rest of my life, but I think it would be pretty hot if someone just used me like a sex toy to get off.”
“Yeah,” Dad said. We continued staring into the dark.
“And whoever it was that sucked my dick was just using me, just like I was using him.”
“Makes sense.”
“So I guess I would enjoy someone just using me if it was my mouth or my dick or whatever. Wouldn’t you let someone just use you? I mean if it was just your dick?”
“I guess so.”
I peered down and saw the dark outline of his dick creeping upwards into full arousal. I was fully hard, my dick pointing almost up to my belly button. We sniffled and sipped our beers.
“I’m pretty sure that’s like what it would have to be like for me to do stuff with a guy again,” Dad finally said.
“What? A glory hole?”
“Not that…maybe…but just, us using each other.”
“I guess that’s best, now that you know it might be me on the other side of the glory hole,” I said.
He sniffled again. “I mean, we would both walk away happy. Assuming you’re any good at them,” he finished with a chuckle.
“I told you the last straight guy I blew said it was the best he’d ever had.”
“I guess I’ll just have to wonder what that means.”
We were quiet again.
“What about you? What’s the dirtiest thing you ever did?”
“Aw, hell,” he said. “I’m not sure I want to tell my son about that.”
“You started the conversation.”
“Yeah. I just… I’m not proud of it.”
I waited, undecided on what to say. He continued.
“After your mom and I split up. I ran into one of her friends in a bar. I recognized her, I didn’t remember her name or anything, but I had seen her a few times. She knew right who I was and started talking to me. Well…I ended up fucking her in the bathroom of the bar. No condoms, nothing. Didn’t even close the stall door. And I never have remembered her name.”
I laughed, turned on hearing about my dad fuck someone so publicly. “That’s kind of awesome,” I said. We both sipped our beers.
“I think I’m going to sit down,” I said. Dad said nothing, so I sat down on the deck, resting the back of my head on the rail bars. Dad’s dick was around my eye level and was completely hard. He continued not saying anything. My heart pounded and I could hear him breathing.
“I can’t blame her for being into you. You got a nice dick,” I finally said.
Dad didn’t flinch. “Yeah. Bigger than a black guy’s.”
“Hard to tell, in the dark like this.”
Dad said nothing.
“I almost think I am drunk enough to try sucking it.”
Dad chuckled and said nothing. His dick remained completely hard. “I’m pretty drunk myself,” he finally said.
“I wouldn’t mind taking a better look at it,” I said.
Dad hesitated. “No, I mean…I can’t, it’s hard right now. Because of the story.”
“That’s the way I like to see them.”
Dad’s pause lasted longer this time before he turned sideways, showing his cock in the fire light. In doing so he inched closer to me. He pivoted back to the darkness, but remained close to me.
After some time, I leaned towards his legs and grabbed his dick. He didn’t react, so I put it in my mouth and started to manipulate it with my tongue. Dad continued to lean and eased his hips back and forth, driving his dick in and out of my mouth. He sighed deeply, then lifted his leg and stepped down on the other side of me, centering himself over me with his cock in my mouth. I had one hand around the base of his cock while I sucked him and grabbed his hip with the other. He thrusted back and forth harder and his breathing became heavier.
“I can’t do this standing up,” he finally said with a gasp.
We walked over to the fire pit. I thought he was just going to sit down and I would blow him there, but instead he closed the cover to extinguish the fire. He opened the door and let me inside.
We went to his dark bedroom and he shut the door, then sat on his bed. In the moonlight I could see that his hands were shaking. I got on my knees on the floor.
“Wait,” he said.
“Yeah?”
“How do you want to do this? Because I’m good to just sit here, or I could lay back on the bed. I mean, you’re doing all the work.”
I had him lay on the bed and I climbed over him, positioning myself between his legs. He put a pillow over the top of his face, obscuring his eyes but leaving his nose and mouth in the open air.
I kissed my way up his inner thighs and licked his balls. I worked my way behind his balls and licked his taint, nearing his asshole. He shifted and moaned without any indication of resistance.
Working my way back to his cock, I grasped the base again and started sucking. Dad let out little restrained noises of pleasure. We continued for a while, I don’t know how long but I was surprised he hadn’t cum when he finally stopped me.
“I hope it wasn’t actually a bad blowjob,” I said.
“No.” He smiled. “It was actually one of the best I’ve had. Just…whiskey dick.”
I laughed, but I felt insecure.
Dad patted the bed next to him and we got under the covers. We both quickly fell asleep.
Some time later, I woke up with his arm around me and his hard dick pressed between my ass cheeks, rubbing slowly up and down. I reached back and stroked his leg and hip.
“Can you suck it now?” Dad whispered in my ear.
I whipped around and went under the covers, starting to suck him while he was in his side.
“Like before,” he said. He laid back, pulling the covers off. I climbed over him, sucking his dick, using my finger and thumb to jerk him off around the base like before. He did not cover his eyes this time.
He told me he was cumming only after he started. The first spurt went into my mouth and the rest on my face. I wiped it off and used it to jerk myself off, cumming up his thigh, then licked my cum off.
I was in a great mood. I didn’t know it, but Dad was probably experiencing post-orgasm sobriety and deeply regretting what we had done. I asked him if the blowjob was a good one, and he said one word – “Great.” I made a joke about how I’d give him another one in the morning, which he quietly and politely chuckled at. I fell back asleep.
When I woke m, the sun was up and dad was gone. My clothes were folded up on the bed. I waited for him, but after 1pm he still hadn’t returned. There was no note, and he didn’t answer his cell phone. I finally went home.
He didn’t answer my calls for weeks after that. My siblings both mentioned they hadn’t had any trouble getting in touch with him, and since neither of us told them anything was wrong, they both assumed I was just calling at the wrong times.
Dad would go on to avoid me as much as possible for years. I still went over for holidays, some, but he would avoid eye contact and he would make sure I left the same time everyone else did. He started drinking a lot harder for the next few years. A few years ago, he finally started AA and met a really great woman. He’s even started actively inviting me over for holidays again. We have never spoken about it.