Paying For Room and Board in Trade
submitted February 7, 2006
Categories: Family Fun
On my eighteenth birthday I came home late, really late, but no sooner had I snuck into the house and gotten into bed than my dad came in my room. He didn’t turn on the light. I knew he was going to be pissed that it was 2:30 a.m. and a weeknight but I was wrong. That wasn’t what was on his mind. He didn’t even seem to notice the alcohol on my breath. He said that now that I was 18 I was a man and had to start pulling my own weight. He wanted me to start helping with expenses by paying room and board. Times were tough and we all needed to pitch in. I thought “okay” but why is he telling me this in the middle of the night in the dark. Can’t it wait until morning? Then he said he wanted $500 per month and he wanted it paid in advance, starting tonight. I didn’t have that kind of money and he knew it. He was completely calm; I was starting to get uptight. What did he expect of me, how was I going to come up with that kind of money on the spot.
Then he said we could always pay off the room and board in trade. I didn’t know what he meant. I just looked at him with a stupid expression on my face. He pulled back the covers, told me to roll over and get up on my knees. I did. Then he pulled down my shorts and I felt his hands on my butt. He pushed my knees apart spreading my butt cheeks. I heard him spit and then felt it as he smeared it across my backside then felt something pushing against me. It was his dick. Maybe it was all the alcohol I had that evening but I was really slow in figuring out that he was going to fuck me. My dad fucking me? It’s not that I objected but who in the world would have thought it was possible???
He shoved his way past my sphincter. I’m sure it would have been a lot worse had I not been loosened up from three fuckings that evening in a bathroom stall at a seedy bar downtown. I had gone there alone for my own birthday celebration and gotten exactly what I was looking for. I had lost my cherry good. It had been pounded out of me that night. One of the guys even shoved $50 in my hand as he left. (Make mental note to return there!) My butt hole was still loose and leaking cum. Cum is still the best lubricant in the world.
Anyway, back to dad, he settled into a rhythm fucking me. I felt his hairy thighs pressed against the back of my thighs and his hips and wiry pubes pressed tight against my butt. All of that bare skin of my dad pressed against my bare skin. His hands gripped my hips forcing my butt forward and back with each stroke. He was going deep and I was loving it. I could tell from his breathing he was getting close. When his stroke became erratic and his breath gasping, I reached between my legs and grabbed hold of his swinging balls. Then it really hit me, my dad was fucking me, his hard dick was up my asshole and pounding me, and I was holding onto his balls.
As I formed a tight O-ring around the loose skin of his ball sac and gently but firmly pulled down, he erupted. His fingers dug into the skin of my hips. He tried not to yell but his body trembled from the tension and he was slick with sweat. Then I felt the comforting release of squirts of hot sticky cum filling my asshole for the fourth time that night. I shot off. My exploding dick dangled by itself. As he pulled out exhausted and sweaty, I quickly turned around and before he knew what happened, I swallowed his cummy dick and licked it clean. Eventually he managed to get his boxers pulled up and he stumbled out of the room.
The next morning my mom looked at me with a strange expression as if questioning what exactly happened last night while at the same time offering sympathy for what she knew had happened. Funny thing, I didn’t need or want any sympathy. I was not only getting free room and board but I was also getting as much hot man sex with my dad as I could possibly want. I don’t think dad needed any sympathy either. He was getting what he wanted. He was back in my bedroom the next night and the next and the next...