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I couldn’t figure out why for a long time, but I realized that it had something to do with my father. He was “different” with me when she was around. He seemed more uptight and reserved. I didn’t know how or why, it just seemed that way to me.

I guess it was when I was about 12 and she was almost 10 that I started to realize what the “problem” was. When Dad and I were alone, he was much freer – the way he acted, the way he talked and the way he dressed. When my sister or Mom were around he was very “proper”. When we were alone – he rough-housed with me, he swore and he didn’t care how he was dressed – or wasn’t.

When we were alone, we were pals. When we weren’t we were Father and Son. I couldn’t figure out the reason for the difference. I only knew I didn’t like it and I began to resent having other people around and looked forward to our times alone.

About the time I hit puberty, I began to figure it out. I had a crush on my Dad! When we were alone, Dad usually wore only his Jockeys or a pair of baggy shorts, and we wrestled a lot. I loved the feel of his hairy chest against mine when I’d “pin” him. I loved the smell and feel of his hairy armpit when he’d get me in a “head-lock”. But most of all, I loved the smell and feel when he’d get me in a “scissor-lock” with his hairy, muscular thighs.

Dad noticed this – or, more precisely, he noticed the little hardon I’d get when we wrestled. I didn’t know what it meant – it just felt good! And it felt even better if it was pressed up against some part of Dad’s body.

After this had happened a few times, I asked why it happened. He told me that it happened naturally when two bodies came in contact. I asked why it didn’t happen to him and he told me that as you grow older, you learn self-control – the ability to avoid it happening by thinking about something else.

I asked him why he’d want to do that when it felt so good when it happened to me. Didn’t it feel good to him too? Dad told me that it was the best feeling in the world, but it wasn’t proper for him to react that way with me. I told him that I thought that was dumb, but if that’s the way he wanted it, so be it.

As time went on, Dad relaxed even more when it was just the two of us. Often, he’d be in his housecoat with nothing underneath or he’d wear baggy shorts with no underwear or jockeys that were so worn out that you could almost see through them. I’d often catch a glimpse of his big cock and hairy balls.

The weekend after I turned 18, Dad and I went camping alone, just like we’d done a million times before. We pitched the tent, laid out the two sleeping bags, built a fire and cooked supper.

After we ate, I took the dishes down to the lake to wash them. When I was finished, I stacked them up to dry and decided to take a dip to wash the day’s grit off. I pulled off my shorts and waded in until the water was up to my crotch. I loved the way my cock and balls felt floating free on the surface of the water.

I reached down and began splashing water on myself and then stood up to rub it over my body when I heard splashes behind me. I turned to see my naked father walking towards me with a bar of soap. “Want me to wash your back?” I said sure – if I could wash his too.

Dad splashed some water on my back and then began soaping me up. His hands on me felt so good that, of course, I soon popped a woody. Dad continued to wash my back, then my arms and then he started soaping up my chest. When he had finished, he said “Okay, your turn”.

I turned around and Dad said “I see you’re enjoying this!” I looked down at his cock which was floating lazily in the water and said “I guess you aren’t”. Then I moved around behind him and started to wash his back.

I lathered up his broad shoulders and continued down his back to the top of his beautiful round ass. Then I told him to raise his arms so I could wash them. The slippery hair of his armpits felt so good sliding between my soapy fingers!

When I’d finished his arms, I reached around and began lathering up his hairy chest. As I did so, I felt his nipples get hard under my hands and I felt a small shudder run through his entire body as he leaned back against my chest.

I continued down his chest to his stomach, again enjoying the feeling of the hair sliding between my fingers. As I got lower, I noticed something hot and hard pounding against the back of my hand. I reached for it and wrapped my hand around my father’s throbbing cock. I heard a moan and then Dad said, “You shouldn’t do that.”

“Why not? Doesn’t that need to be washed too?”

“Yes, but I should do that myself.”

“What’s the difference?”

“Well, only people you love are allowed to touch you there.”

“You love me, don’t you, Daddy?”

“Of course I love you son, but …”

“But what?”

“It’s difficult to explain …”

“Okay. When you figure it out, let me know” I said and wrapped my hand around Dad’s cock again which brought another moan from him. I began sliding my soapy hand up and down his hard pole as he continued to moan and shiver.

“Are you okay?

“Yes, it feels great.”

Dad reached behind and grabbed my hard penis and began sliding his hand up and down on it. I shivered and moaned too. “See how wonderful that feels?” Dad whispered.

“Oh yeah. I like that!” and began to move my hand faster on Dad’s cock.

Dad reached down with his other hand and began to “wash” my balls too.

I reached down and did the same to him. Dad let out another moan and his head fell back and his mouth was open and his tongue was moving in and out.

“Just rub the top of it now” he moaned.

Then he turned to face me. “Now reach behind my balls with your other hand.”

I reached down and slid my fingers into the hairy path between his balls and his ass. Dad bent his knees a little and I reached further until I felt something trying to grip my fingers. “Yes, right there” so I diddled my fingers around his asshole as he squirmed and moaned. “Stick them in!” and I shoved my fingers up his ass.

“Oh God … Oh God … I’m being finger-fucked by my own son! This is wrong, so wrong. Don’t stop!”

I continued to slide my one hand up and down his pole while the fingers of my other hand plunged in and out of Dad’s ass.

“Oh God … Oh Fuck … I’m cummmmiiiinnnnggggg!” and he stood up and pointed his spewing cock right at my face.

The first shot sailed over my shoulder and landed in the water with a splat. The second shot hit me in the forehead and my mouth shot open in surprise. The third shot hit me in the mouth and fourth, the chest. Then it just began to dribble out the end of Dad’s cock and ooze down over my fingers.

I closed my mouth and swallowed the thick, sweetly acrid fluid that was lying on my tongue.

“If you liked that, there’s more on your hand.” I lifted my fingers to my mouth and sucked them clean. As I finished, Dad leaned towards me and kissed me. It was not a kiss that I had ever experienced before.

Dad’s tongue pried my teeth apart and then went in search of his cum. I thought he was going to shove it right down my throat! I began to suck on Dad’s tongue and he slowly withdrew it and my tongue followed his into his mouth where he began to suck on mine.

That kiss lasted forever and then I felt my father squatting down.

“You’ve tasted mine, now I want to taste yours!” and he took my cock into his warm, wet mouth. God, what a feeling. As he continued to suck on my cock and roll his tongue around the head, I felt myself getting weak in the knees.

Dad grabbed me on either side of my ass to steady me and I could feel his fingertips touching my asshole. It felt so good that I squirmed back to meet his fingers as they played with the outer ring. Dad turned me around, bent me over, pried my cheeks apart and began licking my hole. Then he started drilling his tongue into it. I was in heaven! Meanwhile he was pumping my cock and caressing my balls.

“Oh Daddy, I going to cum if you keep this up!”

“That’s the idea son – let me know when you’re ready.” And he continued to rim me and pump my cock.

“Now Daddy, now!”

Dad spun me around and took my cock in his mouth again just as I started to shoot.

“Ummm. Goooood stuff” he muttered as the last jolts shook my body.

Dad straightened me up, turned me around and kissed me again, this time dumping what was left of my cum off of his tongue and onto mine.

I’d always liked the taste of my own cum but it was so much better mixed with Daddy’s spit and delivered with his tongue in my mouth than it ever was licking it off my own fingers! As we continued to kiss, I reached down and grabbed hold of my Dad’s heavy soft cock. As I squeezed it a couple of times, it began to plump up and harden.

“That hasn’t happened so quickly in a long time. It must be the company,” he said.

When Dad’s cock was again fully hard and bobbing with each beat of his heart, I slid down his body and engulfed it in my mouth. I had dreamed of this my whole life. I had the cock of the person I loved most in the world in my mouth – finally. Dad put his hands softly over my ears and began to pump his cock in and out of my mouth slowly.

“This feels just the way I thought it would. After eighteen years of look but don’t touch. Eighteen years of cuddling and fighting my reaction. Eighteen years of thinking about you whenever I jacked off; waiting for the right moment, waiting for this. Your cock in my mouth, my cock in your mouth--making love the way man was meant to.”

I continued to suck on my Dad’s cock. To roll my tongue around and around the head. To plunge my face onto his shaft until my nose was tickled by the hair at the base. Forcing my throat to open so I could take all of him inside me.

Dad’s breaths began to come in short gasps and his hips began to jerk and he shouted: “Here’s it comes! Take the juice the made you! Suck your Daddy’s balls dry! Oh God … Oh God … Oh Gaaaaaaawwwwwwwwd! I’m coming in my son’s mouth!”

As the flow subsided, I milked every drop of the sweet nectar from my father’s beautiful cock. Then I stood up and we kissed. I let his cum roll off my tongue and onto his tongue – back into his wonderful body.

As we kissed, I let my hands drop to his hairy ass and cupped a cheek in each hand. “I want this now” I said into his mouth. Dad turned and grabbed his ankles “It’s all yours, son.”

I hooked my thumbs in his trench and pried it open. I couldn’t even see his asshole for the hair. But the way it swirled towards the center guided me right to the entrance to my Dad’s body.. I licked my father’s rosebud and was amazed at the taste. I wanted more of this. I drew circles around the pucker with the tip of my tongue while Dad moaned and pushed his ass back onto my face. I flattened my tongue and licked him from the back of his balls to the small of his back and then back down again. I stiffened my tongue and drove it into the center of his rubbery ring. Deeper, deeper, deeper, but never deep enough. If my tongue had been a foot long, it couldn’t have gone deep enough!

“This is so much better than lying in bed with a pair of your jockeys over my face while I jacked off, Dad.”

“I know what you mean. Your jockeys had to be enough for me too son – until now.”

“Dad, there’s something I always fantasized about as I sucked the pouch and inhaled the ass of your jockeys …”

“I hope it’s the same thing I fantasized about, son. If it involves you putting your cock when your tongue’s just been – go ahead – make my day – make my life – make my dream come true. Fuck me with that beautiful cock of yours.”

“You really want me to fuck you?

“God yes. I’ve waited all my life to have my son take my virgin ass! Do it now!”

With that I stood up, spit into my palm and smeared the saliva on my raging hardon. I pointed the head of my thumping cock at my father’s asshole and pushed. God it was Tight! And Hot! But I couldn’t get my cock in. Dad reached back, hooked two fingers in his pucker and pulled it open a bit. “Okay, try again. And really push this time.”

I put my cock between his fingers, in the centre of his hole and shoved. In it went--about half of it anyways. Dad removed his hands and placed them on the ground and said “Ok, now ride me! Fuck my ass! Shove your cock as far up your old man’s ass as it will go son!”

I pushed my cock into my father’s ass and he shoved his asshole back on his son’s cock until the hair at the base of my cock was tangled in the hair around his rectum.

“Oh God that feels good! My son’s big cock shoved up his Daddy’s ass. Now fuck me! Fuck me HARD son!”

As I began to fuck my father, I reached around and grabbed his pounding cock in one hand and his hairy balls in the other. I jacked his cock and fondled his balls as I rode his ass.

I was so excited that the ride didn’t last long. Before I was ready, I was screaming into the night air: “I cumming! I’m shooting my cum up my Dad’s ass! I’m fucking my fucking father! Take my cum up your ass Daddy!”

“Take it! Take it! Take it!” I shouted as each spasm of my orgasm shook me and each volley coursed through my cock.

“Oh yeah son! Shoot your hot cum in my ass! Fuck me! Fill me with my boy’s love juice. Make me your bitch!”

“Oh Daddy1”

“Oh my baby boy! I can feel you shooting in my guts! I’m cumming too!”

“I love you so much Daddy!”

“And you’ve got a fine way of showing it son!”

I pulled my shriveling cock out of my father’s ass and watched as the gaping ring slowly eased shut – forcing my cum back out of his ass. I leaned down and licked up my cum which had mixed with Dad’s ass juices and stood up.

Dad straightened up and turned around and I stuck my tongue into his mouth and together we enjoyed the taste of our love making. Dad put his arm around me and cupped my ass and I cupped his as we walked towards the tent. We rearranged the two single sleeping bags into one and crawled into it naked.

We fell asleep with my satisfied cock nestled in the crack of my father’s ass and my hand wrapped around Daddy’s warm, soft cock. Our love affair continued for the rest of Dad’s life.

In fact, my father passed away at 85, with me granting his last wish – to be fucked just once more by his son. I miss him terribly, but he passed with a smile on his face.