[39] First time with Dad [62] in the pub toilets
Growing up I knew my dad watched a lot of gay porn. I’d sometimes catch him jerking off to it through the crack in his office door. As a horny teen I used to watch him, eating my precum while I stroked, secretly wishing I could taste him. I also found his cock pics on the family computer, him with other men, hard, soft, stroking etc. He had a thick cut cock, heavy balls, and a real man’s bush. I’d save the photos and jerk to them constantly, fantasising about sucking my own dad’s cock. Mum caught him with guys over the years and they eventually divorced. After that we grew apart. He was never a family man and didn't really stay in touch with us.
I’m a bi married guy, but always had this deep urge for older dad cock. Over the years I’ve had a handful of experiences, mostly quick jerks or blowjobs after work drinks in sex shops or saunas, but very rarely, and nothing serious. I’ve tried hard to stay on the straight and narrow good husband path. Fast forward to last year. Dad had just got out of prison after a couple of years inside - for crimes I won’t go into here. I hadn’t seen him in ages. I reached out and suggested we catch up for a drink at the local pub, as I didn’t visit when he was inside and thought I'd try to repair the relationship. He agreed.
It was a Tuesday night when I rocked up to the pub, and when I saw him I was a bit taken a back. Prison time had turned him into a fairly jacked 62 year old! He was always a stocky guy, but now he was prison thick, strong chest and arms, with short grey hair, and his usual confident/cocky vibe. He looked better than he’d ever looked. He gave me a hug and said, “Fuck mate, you’re looking good. Hair on your chest, proper man now. Proud of you.” We got some beers in us and the conversation flowed. He started telling me stories about being in jail, and then the convo surprisingly moved to how cellmates jerk each other off, and the shit that went on in the showers just to get through the day. I could feel my dick twitching under the table. Eventually the beers got me brave enough, and told him I used to watch him jerking off as a teen. I also admitted to finding his cock pics on the computer and jerking off to them for years. He got this dirty smirk on his face and said, “You serious? Fuck that’s news to me, I never knew”. I could see him rubbing his crotch under the table, and I could tell he was getting off on the thought.
Not long after telling him, he said he needed a piss. I did too so joined him by the urinals which were empty. We stood side by side, pulled our cocks out, and started pissing. We were both half-barred up, and watching each other piss with intent. “Geez mate, you’ve grown up. That’s a heavy looking cock. Got your old man’s genes?” he said with a chuckle. I kind of froze, and wasn't sure how to respond. We finished pissing but neither of us put our cocks away. We just stood there, both of us growing harder, and slowly start to stroke them. He was the first to speak. “Fuck yeah mate… stroke that cock for Dad. That’s some nice uncut meat.” I anxiously reached over and held onto his cock. He was thick, veiny, cut, with a man’s bush. He groaned and tilted his head back. “Stroke Dad’s cock son. Fuck yeah, I love it.” Just then, someone walked into the bathroom and we quickly zipped up. We went to wash our hands and he gave me a look in the mirror and nodded toward the door, as if to say follow me. I followed him out the mens, and straight into the disabled toilet and locked the door behind us.
The second the door clicked he unzipped and dropped his jeans and undies to his ankles, stepping out of both legs. Standing there in just his polo shirt and runners with his angry looking cock pointing straight at me. I walked towards him and slowly dropped to my knees so I could stare it straight in the eye. I’d waited for this for years, and wanted to take my time with it. I buried my face in his musky bush, inhaling deep, savouring that warm masculine smell. I held his cock at the base, and slowly started rubbing it all over my face with pleasure, licking his balls, then sucking them one at a time. I opened my mouth wide, tongue out, and looked up at him looking down on me. I started slapping his knob on my tongue to gauge his reaction. He had this smirk on his face that said it all. This was so bad but so fucking good. He is a dominant guy, so I wasn’t surprised when he grabbed the back of my head and forced me down on it. I instantly gagged, but I’m quite handy with my throat so it didn’t take long to find my rhythm. Up and down on his cock, deeper and deeper with each bob. He was fucking my face like I was nothing to him, grunting quietly while I glug gluged on dad’s cock. All he wanted was a warm throat he could fuck. I had a moment of air, where I looked up at him and he bent down to me and said, “Fuck you know how to suck a cock boy, open your mouth” and unexpectedly spat in it. “Keep it going faggot” and jammed his cock back in, fucking my face with more force than before.
I was loving every fucking moment. Being face fucked by my dom dad after years of not seeing him, in a pub disabled toilet of all places. It was real fucking hot. This went on for a few minutes until he backed off my throat and I started to work his knob with sloppy pressure. I could tell he was close with his moans so I looked up with my tongue out while I jerked his cock on it. He then took control of the jerking, aiming straight at my mouth and with a long moan started shooting. It was a heavy load, on my tongue, down my throat, with a little that ran off my chin and onto my shirt. But when he finished with the spurts I swallowed what I could, which was most of it, while he grunted and shivered with satisfaction. I stood up, pulled my cock out, and turned toward the sink. He stepped behind me, reached around, and started jerking me with a firm hand while we both watched in the mirror. “Shoot a big one for your old man.” It didn’t take long before I exploded hard into the sink while he kept stroking me through it.
We cleaned up in silence, got dressed, and walked out separately straight to the car park. We shook hands, said our goodbyes and that was it. No mention of what just happened, just an awkward feeling of we both needed to get out of there. It’s been almost a year and we haven’t seen each other since. I reached out a few month later but he was distant in his response. He sent me a happy birthday and Christmas message, but that’s it. Which I guess was his usual MO for most of my life, so it is what it is, I'm not bothered.
I think about that afternoon almost every day. I’ve jerked off to it more times than I can count. I’m happily married with a good life, but that moment with dad is etched in my mind! Now when I see fit dad’s 50+ something inside me changes. I instantly get hard and want to drop and worship cock! I don’t know if it will happen again with my dad, I’m not sure I want it to. But man I’m glad it happened, so I finally got to taste him! And now I’ve got a taste for mature cock, I’m always on the lookout for the next dad to use my throat!