Me [18] and dad [44] only time
I’ve never told anybody this, me and my dad have never even discussed it. We just carried on the next day as normal and that was it.
I’ve never known if my dad was gay or bi or anything. He’s very private with his life and I don’t pry as we’re quite different people. He’s a very manly man, about 6ft, bald and is a Builder by trade m. I on the other hand am a 5’10 blond skinny twink.
It started on a Tuesday, I got home from college and my dad was already there, he had the week off so was gonna be home a lot. I walked in and he was on the couch with his dick in his hand, watching porn on the TV. I was visibly shocked and he stood up immediately apologising and rushing towards the TV. He was watching gay porn before he hurried to turn it off.
He asked if we could never mention it again and so I just said yes and then went to shower. I heard him finishing himself off downstairs and so I decided to start rubbing my cock too, I even opened the bathroom door so he could hear me upstairs. He definitely did as he came up laughing afterwards and said “haha guess you was eager for a quick one too then - please don’t tell your mother!”
Wednesday I came home and dad was in the kitchen. I went upstairs and decided to leave my door open slightly, sit at my desk and put some twink and daddy porn on just so he could hear it. I jacked off and I could hear him coming up the stairs but stop halfway and knew he was watching through the stairs at me - it was so hot! I shot my load all over my stomach and he went back to whatever he was doing.
Thursday comes around and I get home from college, it was pretty sunny today so dads only in a pair of shorts when I get home, they’re dirty as he’s been working on the car. I say hello and he greets me with a smile and a hug, he smelt so good like cologne and slight musky sweat. I say I’m gonna do some laundry as I have loads I need to sort he says okay and goes back for the garage.
I head upstairs and grab the basket ready to take to the basement and start. As I’m heading downstairs to the washing machine, I hear him rush down and shout to not start the load yet! He comes and says he needs to put some in with mine. He hands me the washing as I’m putting it in, I’m crouched down on my knees at this point and he’s standing cock / eye level. I can see he’s starting to grow as he’s handing down the washing to me. He then says “oh I better wash these too then!” And just takes off his shorts! He bends over me to put them in and I have his thick cock dangling in front of my face.
There’s a moment of silence, as he stands over me. I’m fixated on his cock outline through his boxer shorts. I look up at him and he’s lookin down at me with a slight smile as if to say I can touch it if I want. I’m super hesitant as I don’t want to break any boundaries and I just catch my throat as it’s awkward. He moves his hand and pulls his boxer shorts to the left, slowly revealing the most beautiful cock I have ever seen. It’s about 8 inches, uncut with the perfect pink tip. It’s veiny and girthy too. Bigger than mine (5.5inches)
I shuffle forward on my knees and wrap my hand around his cock, I just jerk it for now, slowly letting his forskin glide back and forth. My dad relaxes and puts a hand on my head. He guides his cock into my mouth. I just go crazy at this point and grab his hips, forcing him down my throat. He lets out a “fuck!” And starts moaning as I go to town on his meat. I play with his balls and continue sucking like my life depends on it. He’s moaning like crazy and pushing his cock into my throat.
After about 5ish minutes of me jerking him and sucking him deep in my throat his legs are starting to shake and he says “oh fuck I’m gonna cum, hold on!” I grab his hips and push him into my throat one last time as he lets thick ropes of cum into my mouth. I swallow half and then cough slightly, he takes his cock out of my mouth but not before I slurp up every bit that got left behind.
After wards I looked at him still on my knees and said “anytime” and winked at him. He just looked down, grinned and let out a slight chuckle. He put his cock back in his boxers and went back upstairs as I finished putting the laundry on. I stayed upstairs that night and left early in the morning.
Came home that evening and he just acted like normal, like nothing happened. We went back to our usual saying hello and not really interacting, but we’ve never been close either. I wish I could have it one last time. I’d love to sit on it and ride him - I bet it feels amazing!
no mention of it since and that was a few years ago now which sucks but I sometimes catch him glancing my way and wonder if he’s thinking of sticking his cock in my face again.