My dad and I on HotGuySecret
This happened last night (Saturday). I’m still really fucking hung over and my head really hurts but I wanted to try and get it down before I forget too much.
As usual just being around dad makes me crazy, the weather has been kind of shit off and on so we’re around the house even more than usual. He is back to his business as usual mode. We still have a workout schedule where he trains me. Guys have asked me, is that a sexual thing and tbh it’s not. He’s just focused on working out, not playing around. He measures me every 2 weeks to see progress but it’s not like any kind of porno thing, just kind of ordinary. But I’m happy with how it’s going. He’s a hardass and doesn’t let me slide but I like that.
This weekend a friend of his from high school came to hang out for the weekend. (I know its not the greatest thing to do right now but couldn’t do a whole lot about it.) He’s moving I guess so he was stopping over. Anyway I figured there goes my chance to try anything, I’ll have to be super chill.
They were out doing stuff most of the day after Mike got here. They came home with a fuckton of booze and some good stuff to smoke and went to it. It got boring after a while so I watched some stuff, fucked around with some of the stuff in the workout room (aka basement) and got a futon set up in there cause Mike would need to sleep someplace since I’d be back on the couch. They got louder and louder so I went up and figured fuck it why not get wasted too.
Dad fucking loves an audience for his stories and the two of them got into telling me all kinds of shit they got into back when. It was hard listening to alot of stories about people I don’t know but I like seeing dad get into his cocky bastard bragging mode.
Those fuckers can just drink and drink and drink. I was falling asleep on the couch and they kept going. I was out for a while and then was kind of half listening but they thought I was still asleep.
For this next part, I got about half of it so here’s kind of what they were talking about, or the part I was awake for.
They were talking about when dad was living somewhere with a bunch of roommates, like him and 3 or 4 guys. This was when he first met my mom. Mike said, hey wasn’t one of those guys a gay dude (he didn’t say “gay dude” but I don’t want to write out what he really said but you can figure it out lol.) Dad was like yeah he was cool and he didn’t even know he was a (gay dude) right away.
Then he said there was this time when he was dating my mom and I guess it sounded like she was a lot of trouble but freaky as shit and he got addicted to all her craziness. (Don’t want to go in the whole backstory but I barely know her, she’s not around and that’s good, so it wasn’t all that weird to hear them talk about it like that. just fyi.) Anyway he said theyd broken up like 4 or 5 times but he always went back, and then the gay roomie was like, DUDE. Just jack off and get your head clear. Dad was still going to go out and the guy was like, no seriously, if you’re just going out to get off, then * I * will fucking suck you off if it gets you to break up with her, shes not good for you.
Mike was like, no way, did you let him blow you? Dad laughed and said no he didnt, but he thanked the dude for offering. And he promised him it would be the last time he went back but it was too good to pass up. And then he kind of reached over with his leg to where I was, kind of poked me with his foot to see if I was awake. I just acted asleep because I wanted to know what was next. He started another bowl and then said, it was the last time but it was also the time he thought they made me. (He didn’t say my name, he just stopped at “made” but he meant me.) They were both wasted enough to laugh their asses off. Mike was like, damn what if youd let that guy blow you. Dad said, yeah I think about that sometimes. Maybe he would of swallowed the jizz that made (my name).
Okay so maybe this is a little fucked up and I don’t know why but that got me crazy, like it was insanely hot to hear. I was drunk so idk. They kept talking about other shit and then after a while dad kind of poked me awake and said, ok get your ass off the couch, Mike’s got to get to sleep. I kind of stumbled around thinking ok I guess I’ll go sleep in the workout room, dad was like, where the fuck are you going. Nobody should sleep in there, smells rank in there (I mean he’s right.) I guess Mike didn’t care that I was splitting dad’s bed or was too drunk or whatever. I was too drunk to give a fuck just wanted to crash.
Woke up maybe an hour later, dad was up in the bathroom taking a piss. Mike was snoring like a bear in the other room. I went to take a piss too, came back and dad had the radio on real low, like he does sometimes when he can’t sleep. He was kind of laying there with his eyes closed. He was playing with his soft cock, he does that to get to sleep sometimes too.
So almost every other time I waited for him to do something but this time I was like, fuck. that.
I got in bed and just started licking his nutsack. At first he laughed like it was tickling him, the way he gets when he’s fucking drunk and high. But his dick started to get hard and I just went for it, got it in my mouth.
Honestly it was not the greatest blowjob I ever gave, the angle is weird and he is just thick as fuck. But I just wanted to suck it so fucking bad, I didn’t care. Dad is usually loud and growling and really going at it when he fucks, but this time he was gritting his teeth and not making hardly any sound. I was just getting into a rhythm and my jaw was just getting to the point where it was starting to hurt when he grabbed my hair and he came. He said a name. Not my name though. I guess his old roomie’s. I swallowed, it was a fucking gallon like always and I came. He was passed out in like a minute, I was too.
Woke up pretty late and they were gone. I’ve been sleeping on and off all day, usually I don’t get hung over too bad but my head is fucking killing me.
When they were back Mike asked what I was doing for my 21st. The plans before would be to go on some trip somewhere but can’t really do that now (my bday is in about a month.) Mike’s like, you’re not just gonna fucking get drunk at home are you? Get a fucking stripper or something at least. Then they started talking about all their usual shit. They went out tonight, one of dad’s gfs has a friend for Mike so I’m probably alone all night. A lot to think about I guess.
Ok so one thing that happened was that after the massage he got last time, he started going back to that guy every week. One time he came back and was still kind of oiled up, just crawled into bed with a big smile on his face. He said buying the massage for him was the best, he’s alot more relaxed now.
He still goes in his cycle with the moon, maybe it’s not a real thing but whenever it gets around full moon time, he definitely gets more tense, and he jacks off more. Like sometimes I’ll wake up a little bit at 4 am and he’s beating off. The kind of waking up where you don’t get all the way awake and go right back to sleep, like maybe it was a dream.
He’s still been coaching me with working out, and he’s 100% a different person doing that. All business. I’m still making progress and that’s cool.
He still makes me crazy because he’s so different all the time. Like kind of a hardass when we’re working out, kind of a sex addicts with his gfs, sometimes kind of goofy with me or else I get the feeling maybe he is showing off for me because he knows it makes me insane.
So around the middle of December I hooked up with this guy. Blew him here a couple times when I knew Dad was going to be out. Then one time I thought he was going to be out but his plans got cancelled so I just went for a drive with this guy. Made up some stupid reason why I was going out so late, dad was like “uh ok.”
The guy didn’t have a place we could go so we just drove around alot and then we took a chance with me blowing him parked somewhere. Drove around alot more, he drove me home but then we started messing around again. He really wanted to try and fuck me and I was crazy horny like usual so we tried. It was kind of crazy to even try but he got the condom on and I was trying to sort of get on his dick in his lap. He got it in and he was trying to fuck and I was bouncing up and down and then my dad flips the outside light on and comes outside like “wtf is going on here.” He came kind of halfway over to the truck and he kind of stares me right in the eye and then goes back inside.
Of course the guys cock drops right out and I climb off him and go inside. Dad was back in bed, I took a shower and got in and he was super quiet with his back to me. We didn’t talk about it, but it felt like he was pissed at me for the next 3 or 4 days. He kind of said all the normal things but underneath it felt like he was real cold or mad or something. Or maybe I was imagining that.
Usually he is dating 2 women at the same time, sometimes 3 but usually he can keep 2 going for a while. When a holiday comes up usually they find out about each other and then it’s over but this time he lucked out, I guess one was going to be around for Xmas and the other one for new years. He was gone at the one gfs place for like 4 days around Xmas. I tried to get back with my hookup guy, he came over for a quick bj but I guess family stuff made it tough to get away.
Anyway between Xmas and new years dad was getting into his riled up wolfish kind of mood, even though he was fucking pretty regular, whenever he was home he would jack off. He was almost always doing it when I was asleep, sometimes I would wake up and just watch. He’d have his phone in one hand but towards the end he’d drop it and fuck both his hands and really go a little crazy before he hosed himself and then he’d just pass out with all the ropes of jizz everywhere.
Guys have told me to try and start something. It’s just hard for me to do it. It’s hard to explain but when he’s jacking or sexting or whatever, it’s like nobody exists except him. He’s just really into himself and getting himself off. For a while I tried coming to bed with my ass lubed just in case but I stopped because nothing was happening.
One of those days he asked me what I was doing for new years. I said I would probably hang out with a friend (my hookup guy said maybe we could get together.)
So then new years eve comes and dad is getting kind of dressed up and he looked hot as fuck. He said, when are you going to hang with your buddy, I got my date coming over. And I was like, fuck, cause I thought he’d be at her place. So I said oh yea leaving in a few. Turned out my hookup couldn’t get together so I just drove around and listened to music and got some gas station coffee and went way out and looked at the stars for awhile. Actually it was pretty cool. But I was getting tired and I didn’t want to sleep in the car so I went back home and went inside really quiet. Their stuff was kind of all over and they were in the bedroom and were going at it pretty loud. He was using his magic tongue by the sounds of it.
I tried to sleep on the couch and I guess I slept a little but woke up again when the sun was coming up. I left again and drove around some more and when I came back her car was gone so I went in and went back to sleep on the couch.
Slept most of new years day, so did he. We were both kind of wiped out, didn’t talk much.
Next day he’s kind of in his riled up bragging kind of mood, telling me stuff about how it went. He was talking about how he’s a fucking wizard with his tongue and how she was going all crazy and getting loud, and I said yeah I heard. Then I was like, fuck I shouldn’tve said that. He was like, huh? And he looked at me and said, so who did you end up hanging out with. I wasn’t fast enough, and I didn’t want to say my hookup’s name anyway. He can always practically read my mind anyway, can’t lie to him. He was like, jesus fuck did you just go kill time all fucking night. Aw man. He actually hugged me. Being right up against him, his body heat and his smell, ugh I could barely handle it. He’s like, hang on. Gonna make it up to you. He goes and makes a call and then says, he got massage guy to come over. He was going to call him anyway because he was feeling wrecked, but he got him to give us both sessions.
So it kind of went like last time. Massage dude looking jacked, tank top gym shorts and a ballcap. They talked about all kinds of random shit and I just got to watch him work on dad. Something about the way dad can lay there bareass and talk shit about sports, cars, whatever with the guy who is rubbing him down. It’s hot, don’t know exactly why.
They kind of went overtime on dads session and massage guy had to call somebody to fix the time so he could stay for mine. I was showering when he was doing that and I was trying to maybe jack off quick so I wouldn’t get hard. But I couldn’t cum fast enough and dad opened the door and said get your ass out here, can’t wait all night. So I had to kind of wrap the towel and kind of dive up on the table, was already boned. But they were still talking, didn’t notice.
I’ve been so worked up and having bad sleep and just kind of on edge, that once I relaxed I started floating. I could still hear them but it was like floating up on the ceiling. Dad got some oil on his hands and was working on me too. At first I could tell whos hands were whos but after a while I was so far gone I didn’t know who was touching me where. Sometimes theyd be at opposite ends, like my shoulders and my feet, sometimes theyd be both working on my back or my legs. When they were working on my hamstrings and glutes, fingers kept kind of sliding quick into my buttcrack, like it was an accident. And then it would happen again, staying there a little longer, and slide out again. Then it would flick my hole and be gone. Then they were moving down to my hamstrings.
Somewhere in there I fell asleep I guess and fell asleep hard. I woke up in bed, on top of the sheets on a towel, still kind of oiled up. It was dark, lights were off. Dad was in bed smoking a bowl, looking at his phone. He looked over and hes like, ok youre alive. He said I was asleep so deep they couldn’t really get me to turn over, so they just kind of put me on the bed and the guy took off so he could make the next session.
I said thanks for getting it, it felt good. Dad was still looking at his phone and he said, yeah it looked like you were feeling really good. And then he looked over at me and did his kind of wolf thing where he grinned and stuck his tongue out. I guess both of them saw my hardon, I couldn’t remember. And then I got that whole prickly feeling all over, when he was grinning at me like that. I was turning red all over. He laughed, said aww. Youre still shy. Nothing to be embarrassed about. Feels good, right? He had his hand on my back then and started sliding it down from my shoulders. I kind of froze up but felt the prickly feeling again and like a buzzing in my ears. Started to shiver a little bit. He took another hit, put his phone down. His cock was just right there, looking fat and thick like it always did. He didn’t say anything but he kind of laid his hand flat on my back, feeling my shivering, and kind of said “shhh shhh” calming me down.
Then he sort of crawled over me, reaching down over the side of the bed. To underneath where I had the box with the dildo in it. Like his abs were pressing down on my glutes, his cock was sort of big and thick and soft up against my side. He came up again with the dildo. He said kind of low and raspy, well look what I found.
I was shivering some more, mouth was all dry. Then he did this little growl and kind of pounced over between my legs, pushed them wide apart and just dived in to tongue my ass.
He really took his time this time, made me lose my fucking mind. Making his tongue thick and fat, then pushing it way up in, licking around. But he could tell when I was close and he wouldn’t let me cum. He pulled back up, kind of pushed one knee up between my legs. He grabbed my hand and put the dildo in it. He led my hand back around to my ass. He wanted me to push it in.
Usually I’m not on my stomach when I’m doing it, but I thought if I turned over I would fucking implode just seeing him. So, I just started pushing it in. He moved over to next to me. His dick was hard as fuck, veins standing out, head swollen out. He was staring at me doing it, just playing with his cock a little with one hand, like teasing it.
I was so dizzy and out of it I couldn’t really get a good angle with the dildo. The whole thing was making me feel like I was drunk and high and just flying. Then he leaned over and put his left hand over mine and started pushing it in. Then my hand slipped out and he was working it in, deep, slow, then faster, trying to see how deep he could get it. I was getting close and even with no hands on my dick there was no way to stop it. He was next to me jacking and the head of his cock was like rubbing up against the side of my hip, the side of my asscheek. I was pushing back against his hand and the dildo. He made a move like maybe he was going to try to get between my legs again and just the idea of that made me cum so hard, thought I would bust a blood vessel in my head. And then he blew his load all over my side and my ass. We were panting and sweaty and both kind of just collapsed right there.
I woke up a little while later, went to the shower and got cleaned up. I came back with a washcloth, wiped off his chest and abs and everywhere his jizz was, and his cock. He was asleep doing those little tiger half snores he does sometimes. I cleaned his cock and ballsack off for a while, just playing. And then I did what I’ve wanted to do for a long time, just get my mouth on them, licking, sucking on them, bending his soft cock around, playing with his nuts. He started to get hard and pretty soon it was too thick for me to suck pretty well, so I went back and forth between sucking the head and jacking the shaft, or jacking up by the head and licking his nuts. I could feel them moving when he was getting ready to cum. I put my mouth on the head and he came. It felt like he came even more than the first time, it just didn’t stop. He fell asleep again and I just lay there between his legs. Eventually I crawled up next to him and passed out.
That was Saturday night. Sunday he was doing stuff around the house like he does. He was going out that night, right before he left he said, so do you know what you want to do for your birthday? think about it. He never plans this early (my bday is towards the end of February) but it’s my 21st so maybe thats why.
I mean, yeah I know what *I* want to do…