I had sex with my Dad on HotGuySecret
I didn’t know how to face my Mom yesterday after what went down between me and Dad Thursday night, so I waited until she went grocery shopping to go downstairs and eat and I told her that I was coming down with something and that I will try to stay out of her way so I don’t get her sick (my Mom was one of those people who was REALLY freaking out about COVID-19, so that is exactly why I went ahead with this excuse. Dad left early in the morning, but he does that every day, so I didn’t think he was avoiding me. I couldn’t focus enough to work, because I kept thinking of what happened and how to go on after this.
My Dad came back home around 3:30, and he didn’t come up to the room for most of the day. He doesn’t keep his clothes there, it’s all in my parents’ room, so he really didn’t have any reason to, but I felt anxious throughout the entire day. My mom fixed me some food and left it at the top of the stairs for me, and after I ate, I told her that she didn’t need to worry about the dishes, that I will take care of them tomorrow.
Not much after that, my Dad came into the bedroom.
“How are you feeling?” he asked me, looking at me with concern.
“I’m fine,” I said, my throat swelling up and my heart thundering.
“Your Mom said you were feeling a bit under the weather,” he said to me.
“So, you’re talking again?” I am not sure why I said that so snarky, but I was feeling a very odd mixture of jealousy, shame and wrongness for lying to my Mom who was probably very concerned about me.
“We never stopped talking,” said my Dad calmly. “You can’t argue with someone if you’re not talking.”
I didn’t say anything. My Dad just stood there, and then he crossed his arms in front of his chest.
“Do you want to talk?” he asked me.
“About what?” I said, like a dumbshit.
My Dad scoffed. “Okay,” he said. “I guess we’ll just pretend like nothing happened.”
My hands started shaking. “What do you expect me to say, Dad?” I said. Suddenly, I felt like I wanted to cry and I didn’t know why myself. “You…” I couldn’t say it.
“I… what?”
“You know what,” I said. My eyes were swelling with tears.
My Dad sighed and went and sat down on my brother’s bed. “There’s no use crying over spilled milk,” he told me. “I thought you were grown up enough. What’s done is done. We can talk about it, or let it put a damp on our relationship. But you can’t pretend that you are sick forever.”
“How did you know I was pretending?” I said, wiping my eyes, but the lump in my throat just wouldn’t go away.
“Because I know you better than anyone in this family,” he said. We were quiet for a few moments.
“Where is Mom?” I asked him, just to make conversation.
“She went to sleep,” he answered. “And are we going to talk about the elephant in the room, or you’re just going to avoid the subject forever?”
“Dad, I honestly don’t know what to say in a situation like this,” I said and I breathed out deeply.
“Well, we did something that we probably shouldn’t have done,” said my Dad. “It’s been a bit since me and your Mom have had sex.”
“Dad!”
“Sorry,” he said and then chuckled. “But it’s true. We’ve been having problems for a few years now.”
“But…” I’m your SON! I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t even bring myself to say it. “But… I’m a guy.”
“Don’t forget my firstborn son,” said Dad. “Trust me, I’ve been struggling with this all morning.”
The knot in my throat released a bit when I realized that he has been pondering over this as much as I have.
“So, now what?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” said Dad, and for the first time that night, I saw him get uncomfortable. “How was it for you?”
“Oh my God,” I said, and I shook my head. I couldn’t fucking believe that my Dad was asking me how I liked getting FUCKED by him.
“What?” he asked me, completely bedazzled.
“I can’t believe you just asked me that,” I said to him.
“Well, if you’re going to be a little bitch about it, we can end this right now,” he said, and got up from my brother’s bed. “Your mother is expecting me to go sleep downstairs with her.”
I have to admit, I was disappointed. “You made peace?” I asked.
“No, she’s still angry at me,” he said. “But she doesn’t want me catching something from you and giving it to her, so I have to go and sleep downstairs until you start ‘feeling better’.” He did the air quotes and everything.
Then he stopped halfway to the door, and turned around. “Unless you don’t want me to go?”
“No,” I said. “You should go sleep with Mom.”
It was the right thing to do. Dad looked at me for a few seconds, and then came to me and sat down on my bed. My skin prickled and my heart jumped at the closeness of my father, and I dared not move.
“You really are a little bitch,” he said to me, and then he put my face in between his palms, and pulled me in for a straight-on-the-fucking-mouth kiss. My eyes went wide as I tasted my father’s lips. He had a cinnamon aftertaste, and I knew he had had his evening tea before coming up to my room. “You liked that?” he asked me.
I nodded, before I could realize what I was doing.
“Did you enjoy yourself last night?” he asked me again.
I nodded yes.
“Why don’t you say these things to me?” he asked me.
“Because I don’t know how and I’m confused,” I spoke with a very low voice. “You’re my Dad and I find you… well, attractive.”
“I always found you attractive,” said my Dad to my huge surprise. “But never like that. Something changed when I noticed you watching me undress night after night. I stated… fantasizing.”
“About being with a guy?” I asked.
Dad laughed and shook his head. “No, I’ve fantasized about being with guys before.” This was news to me. “About you. Being with you. Like that.”
“Wait… you’ve fantasized about guys before?” I asked.
“Well, yeah,” he shrugged. “I think everyone has. But not everyone can admit it. I could never admit it and I never acted on it.”
“So, why did you change your behavior with me once I came out?” I asked him. I’ve been burning to ask him that question for years and I finally had my moment.
“I didn’t know… how to act around you. I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, to give you ideas.”
“Ideas about being with you?” I asked. “Dad, the thought wouldn’t have even crossed my mind.”
“You never know,” he said. “Look at us now.”
“So, what now?” I asked him.
“Fuck, son, I liked it,” he said, and his voice was suddenly raw and thick with emotion. “I fucked my own son and I fucking liked it. That’s what that says about me.”
He fell silent, his palms in his lap, and his head bent down.
“I’ve been thinking about it all day as well,” I said to him.
And then he lifted his head and kissed me again, but this time I didn’t fight him. There was so much yearning and passion in that kiss, so many years of unsaid things between us that just poured out, and I grabbed his shirt and took it off him. He was touching me all over my body, caressing my thighs, fondling my nipples, sucking on my lips. I wanted to moan loud, but I had to remind myself that I couldn’t do that, not with Mom in the house.
I was so turned on in mere seconds, that I didn’t even care or thought about what this meant for Mom. I grabbed my Dad’s crotch and I felt that he was hard in his shorts as well. I knew it was going to happen again.
He took of my shirt and started sucking on my nipples.
“Fuck,” I moaned, stroking his cock, trying to pull his shorts and boxers down so I can get to it. Dad pulled my bottoms with one swift movement, removing my pajama pants and underwear all at once. He found my hole with one of his fingers, and inserted it. I moaned again, and he covered my mouth with his to muffle it.
“You like that, huh?” he said as he fingered me. My fingers were trembling so hard, that his cock kept slipping out of my grip.
“Yes, sir,” I said.
“I like it when you call me ‘sir’,” he said and started fingering me more viciously. I wanted to yell out, but I controlled myself and I grabbed my pillow and bit into it.
“Not so fast,” said my Dad, and he grabbed me by my hair, slapping me on my face with his throbbing cock. “Suck this first.”
I opened my mouth and I started sucking like my life depended on it. It was so weird and fucked up and surreal to suck the very tool that helped make me 30 years ago. It turned me on when I thought about it and I finally started to realize and see what other people found incest so hot. It was hot!
I sucked my Dad’s cock like I’ve never sucked another man’s cock before. He stuffed his fist in his mouth to stop from screaming out loud, as he held my hair with his other hand still and steadily fucked my face, his big balls slapping against my chin with every thrust of his hips. I grabbed his meaty ass with my hands, and I started looking for his hole. He flinched a few times, but he didn’t tell me to stop as I found his opening and started applying pressure to it.
“Holy shit,” he said, pulling his cock out of my throat. “This is intense.”
“Can I eat your ass?” I said, wiping the tears that rolled down my face from my Dad stretching my mouth.
My Dad hesitated. “Um, maybe, but not right now,” he said. “I have never explored that side of myself, and I don’t think I’m ready yet.”
“Okay,” I said, wondering why we stopped to talk. Not wanting to lose the moment, I laid back on my bed and lifted my legs up. “Wanna try mine?”
My Dad laughed and went down on his knees. He put his face where my exposed boy-cunt was and licked it carefully. “Not what I thought it was going to taste like,” he said and licked it again. Soon, he got really into it and my eyes started rolling back towards my skull from the intense pleasure of getting a really good rimjob. I was trying not to think too much about it at the time, but my Dad was very skilled with his mouth and I knew he must’ve eaten plenty of pussy if he was going in there for the first time with such gusto.
“I can’t take it anymore,” I hissed after a few minutes.
“Okay,” said my Dad and got up and slid his cock right inside me. I screamed! He looked at me worried, and then looked towards the door to my room. We didn’t hear any steps coming up, so he relaxed, covered my face with the pillow and started plowing me with such ferocity that I was certain that my ass was going to start bleeding. He drilled me so hard, I could feel every friction, every thrust, every inch.
I got the pillow off my face because it was starting to suffocate me and also because I wanted to see my Dad claiming my ass. He looked me deep into the eyes, and I looked back at his. I don’t know how to describe this moment, but it was surreal. I have never felt so happy or loved or fulfilled as I did at that time. And then my Dad lowered his torso on top of mine and kissed me again as he kept fucking me.
It was the most erotic moment in my life, and I wondered if I’ve ever made love to any of the previous guys in my life, because this felt like so much more than what I thought making love was all about.
Soon, I felt my Dad’s panting deepen, and his shaft trembling as he unloaded his cream inside me. He didn’t pull out, and he didn’t get off of me, but he kissed me again and grabbed my hard cock that was in between our bodies.
“Come for me,” he said as he stroked me and kissed me all over my face. “Come for me, son.”
It was too much. I blew my load in his hand and all over our torsos. My Dad kissed me for a long time, as I climbed the skies with my orgasm and was slowly coming down.
Then he pulled his already softening cock out of my ass with a weird ‘plop’ and he stretched. He then grabbed my underwear and wiped the cum that was on his belly, hand and chest and he wiped his dick with them.
“I enjoyed myself,” he said. “Very much.”
“Me too,” I admitted and I smiled shyly at him. Dad put his boxers and his shorts back on, and leaned down to give me another kiss.
“We need to talk, like adults, about this tomorrow,” he said. “But I gotta go sleep with your Mom tonight, so you better tell her you’re feeling better first thing in the morning, because she really is worried about you.”
“But…” I said. “I can’t look Mom in the eye and pretend like nothing is happening. What if she senses something?”
“What sick person would think a Dad and a son are doing that with each other?” asked my Dad. “Don’t be ridiculous. She has no clue and there’s no reason why she should find out.”
“Alright,” I said, but I wasn’t convinced.
My Dad kissed me again. “Alright, I’m leaving now. We’ll talk tomorrow when I come back home.”
And then he left and I fell right asleep from exhaustion and getting dicked good two nights in a row. This morning, I told my Mom I was feeling much better, and I had breakfast downstairs in the kitchen. Then I worked until about thirty minutes ago, and I decided to share this update with you before my Dad gets home any minute now, since it’s 3:30 PM here in Austin at the time I’m writing this, and he’s usually home before 5. I’m pretty sure we won’t talk until Mom goes to sleep tonight, but I’m much more excited now than I was yesterday, because now I know that he wants this as much as I do — and I guess we will figure everything else out along the way.