Bonding With Dad
submitted April 23, 2003
Categories: Family Fun, Sex On The Road
When I was in high school, my dad promised me a car for college if I could get a scholarship. He and mom had been divorced for years, but he had agreed to pay for college. Dad lived several hundred miles away, although I had seen him several times a year since he and mom split up. I think he had several girl friends, but I really never knew. I did know however, that I was conceived out of wedlock, since my parents were married the week after high school graduation and I was born the following November. You do the math. My name is Chris.
Motivated by wheels, I set about applying for various scholarships. Actually, there are hundreds of them out there; you just have to be persistent. To make a long story short, I ended up with four different scholarships, which would cover everything such as room and board, tuition, fees, books, etc. Unfortunately, these scholarships were only available at a large university on the west coast. Mom and I lived in New York and dad lived in New Jersey. Oh well, it might be fun to get away from home.
Dad and I made arrangements to meet in New Jersey to search for a car. The plan was that he and I would drive to California, which would allow us to “bond” as they say. Dad would then fly back to the east coast, leaving me at college…with a car!
The day we started looking for a car, dad attempted to talk me into a used vehicle. “No fucking way!” I said, noting that all he’d be out for college was my $500 a month allowance (this had been pre-negotiated). Finally he relented, and we ended up at a new car dealership. Dad put a maximum amount on what I could spend, which was probably fair. I didn’t want to push the issue; fearful he’d want to reopen my monthly allowance agreement.
Anyway, I ended up with a two-door, red, sporty number--just what I wanted actually. Dad wrote the check, and we arranged to pick up the car the next day. From there, we’d start our trip across the country.
After loading all my stuff into the car, we headed west. I loved the power of the car, and especially the moon roof. Dad seemed to be having a good time too. We talked about all the things we missed together, as I grew up. Frankly, I wasn’t bitter at all, since my parents had retained some degree of amicable relationship.
After driving about 500 miles, dad suggested we stop for the night. Actually, we were on no specific schedule, so it didn’t much matter where or when we stopped. Dad spotted one of those chain motels, so I exited the freeway. Once at the motel, dad jumped out of the car, saying, “Sit tight son, I’ll be right back.”
Dad returned with a key to the room. After dumping our stuff, we decided to seek out some chow, and headed towards a restaurant. I was starved, and ate a rather large meal. Dad was apparently glad the college would be paying for my food, noting, “…don’t think I can afford your grocery bill.” Well, tough. I’m hungry all the time!
Dad and I returned to the motel room at about 10 pm. “Chris, why don’t you take a shower tonight, so we’ll be ready to go first thing tomorrow?” said dad, “And I’ll be right behind you.”
That sounded like a plan, so I went to the bathroom, stripped naked, and hit the shower. I thought about jacking off in the shower, but decided against it. After I exited the shower, dad took my place. I put on a pair of boxers and headed towards one of the two beds in the motel room. The TV was on, but as is usually the case, there was nothing worth watching. Dad came out of the bathroom, naked, with towel in hand. I’d actually never seen my dad naked before, but it didn’t much bother me. He dried himself off, put on a pair of jockeys, and flopped down in the remaining bed. I tossed him the TV remote and said goodnight. Several minutes later, I heard the TV go off, together with the light.
Several minutes passed. I could hear the hum from the nearby Interstate highway. The sandman was near. And then …
“Son,” said my dad.
“Yeah dad,” I replied, half asleep.
“You want to jack off?” asked my dad.
“Dad!” I said, now fully awake, “What brought that on?”
“Well, Chris,” said my dad, “I just thought it’d be one of those things we could bond together. Now come over here.”
Against my better judgment, I got out of bed and stood in front of dad. “Take off those boxers, son,” said my dad. I dropped them to the floor. There was sufficient light coming through the window between the curtains for dad to see my naked body.
“Come here Chris,” said my dad, as he gently reached for my penis. “Nice…you’ve jacked off before, haven’t you son?”
“Dad!” I protested, with his hand still stroking my dick, “Of course. Hasn’t every man?”
Dad threw the covers off, exposing himself. His jockeys had disappeared, and he was sporting an erection. “Lay down son…next to me,” said my dad, his hand still attached to my now hard dick.
Once I was in the same bed with dad, he released his grip from my erection. “Jack me off, son,” said my dad, as he guided my hand to his throbbing member. I started masturbating dad, slowly at first. “Faster, son,” said me dad, as I picked up the pace. Dad had a pretty short penis, but it was exceptionally fat. I could hardly get my hand around it. After about five minutes, dad said he was about ready to cum.
“Faster, son,” said dad, as his legs started to stiffen, “Faster!”
With that, my dad let out an ejaculation I could only dream of. There was cum everywhere. Dad had a pretty wiry and thick bush, which was the recipient of most of the cum. By now, my dick was harder than a rock.
Dad wiped himself off with a sheet, and then grabbed my hardon. “Just relax son,” said my dad, as he started to beat me off. It was in incredible feeling. I’d jacked off plenty of times, but I’d never had someone else do the duty. “Let me know when you’re going to cum,” said dad, as he continued to stoke my dick.
We didn’t talk for about five minutes. Then it was time. “Dad, I’m about to cum,” I said, as dad continued masturbating me. “Dad, it’s coming!” I practically shouted. A stream of cum came shooting from my piss hole, landing squarely on my hairless chest. “Oh wow!” I said, out of breath.
“That was good son…you like that?” asked my dad, still masturbating my dick.
“Yeah, that was great dad,” I replied, “Just incredible!” I crawled back to my own bed and promptly fell asleep. Most men do, after they cum. Don’t they?
The next morning, we headed out early. Nothing was said about the activities the night before. All I knew was the fact that I’d had the most explosive ejaculation I’d ever had. Frankly, I wouldn’t mind repeating it.
After another five hundred miles, we stopped for some rest. Again, we checked into a motel, got some dinner, and returned to the room. “I’m hitting the shower,” said dad, as he chucked his clothes and headed towards the bathroom. About ten minutes later, dad entered the room, naked…and with a hard on. I pretended not to notice, as I headed towards the shower myself. When I came back into the room, dad was sitting on the bed with the covers on the floor. He still had a hardon. I had wrapped a towel around me.
“Come here son,” said dad, motioning me to his bed, “I want to ask you something.” I stood in front of dad, trying not to look at his erection. “Son, have you ever had your dick sucked?”
“Ah, no dad,” I said, “But it’s certainly on my ‘to do’ list!”
“Take your towel off,” said dad, as he positioned himself on the edge of the bed. By now, my dick had started its ascent north. Dad picked up my now rock hard penis and inserted it squarely in his mouth. I couldn’t believe this was happening. This was truly better than jacking off. Dad continued to suck my dick, every once in a while licking my balls, which were about to explode. I think this was the hardest my dick had ever been. After about ten minutes of so, I could feel the pressure building.
“Dad, I’m about to cum!” I said, as dad continued sucking. “Dad! I’m cumming!” I repeated myself. It was too late. I exploded into dad’s mouth. Choking slightly, dad regained his composure and literally sucked me dry. There wasn’t a drop left. I looked down and noted that dad’s dick was still hard. While rather short, I swear it was as round as a beer can.
Dad released his mouth from my still hard dick and fell on the bed, legs still over the side. I just stood there, smiling. “Your turn, son,” said my dad, his dick standing straight up.
“Ah, I’m not sure dad,” I said, thinking there was no way I could get that thick monster in my mouth.
“Well, just try it,” replied dad, as I crawled on the bed, preparing to suck my first dick.
I grabbed dad’s short, but fat dick in my hand and wrapped my mouth around the shaft. I mouth expanded to the breaking point, as if my lips were going to split open. As I continued, the pain in my mouth became less apparent. Several times I stopped to pick some stray pubic hair from my teeth. Ten minutes had passed. Dad just laid there, eyes closed and breathing hard. I cupped his balls in my hand, massaging them as I continued sucking. I could feel dad’s dick getting harder, and the veins in his shaft were now very noticeable.
“Chris, I’m about to cum,” announced dad, “lift off.” I released my mouth from dad’s penis, just in time to see a load of cum stream from his dick. “Jack me off, son,” said my dad, still breathing hard. I grabbed his dick and started masturbating his now slippery dick. Dad still had a hardon. “Keep it up, son,” said dad, “I’m about to cum again!” And sure enough, dad released another load, which was even more than the first. I’d never had a multiple organism…didn’t even know it was possible until now. After we cleaned up, it was lights out for the evening, knowing we’d be on the road early the next morning.
The next day, we traveled another five hundred miles. All I could think about was getting another blowjob from my dad. I think I had a hardon most of the trip, but dad didn’t seem to notice.
That night we repeated our routine of checking into a motel, eating dinner, and returning to the room for the night. “Chris, why don’t we take a shower together?” asked dad, as he removed his clothes. Well, I didn’t much see the harm in that, so I removed my clothes and followed dad to the shower. After scrubbing each other down for about ten minutes, we exited the shower. Both dad and I had erections.
“So dad,” I said after toweling off, “You want to suck my dick?”
“Actually Chris,” replied dad, “I’d like to fuck your ass.” This had not been anticipated! I wasn’t sure my dad’s fat dick would fit much of anywhere, much less my butt hole.
“Will it hurt?” I asked, knowing full well it would.
“It might at first, but you’ll get used to it,” replied dad, he positioned me on the bed.
While dad was applying some lubricant to his dick, he fingered my virgin hole. It hurt like hell. I couldn’t begin imagine what it would be like when he stuck his dick in there.
“Okay son, just relax,” said dad, as I felt the head of his dick penetrate my hole. Dad slowly shoved his slippery cock into my expanding asshole. I felt his pubic hair against my butt, as the entire length of his dick found its temporary home. It still hurt, but I was determined to take the entire manhood of my dad. “Fuck it dad!” I said, “Fuck it hard!”
Dad continued to pump my ass for about five minutes. I thought surely I would faint. Then suddenly, dad pulled his dick from my hole and released his load. I felt and actually heard my hole snap shut, as the wet contents from dad’s dick found its way all over my butt and lower back. Almost simultaneously, my dick stiffened, and I too released my load…all over the bed.
“You did good son,” said my dad, as he wiped himself off with a towel. “Tomorrow will be your turn.” With that, we both fell asleep, knowing our trip would soon come to an end.
The following night, dad let me fuck him in the ass. He had an incredibly tight hole, but I managed to penetrate it the entire length of my cock. After I had ejaculated, dad turned over and led my head to his dick, where I gave him a blowjob. I was going to miss dad, for sure.
Finally, we arrived at the university on a sunny Friday morning. I checked into the dorm, found my room, and we both unloaded the car with all my stuff. My roommate had already checked in, but was nowhere in sight. Dad and I went to lunch, where we shared some final thoughts. After lunch, I drove dad to the airport for his trip home.
Returning to the dorm, I met my new roommate. His name was Kurt. We both got organized that afternoon and then shot some hoops outside before dinner. Later that evening, both Kurt and I watched some TV in the lounge, and then decided to hit the hay about 11 pm. I undressed and headed to the showers down the hall. Upon returning to the dorm room, Kurt was already in bed, reading a book. I got in bed and said goodnight. Kurt turned off the light, rendering the room dark. I lay in bed thinking about dad and what a good time we’d had. And then it happened …
“Hey Chris,” said Kurt, softly, “You wanta jack off?”
Ah, this would be perfect!