maturedadsandmen:“C’mon, Dad. Drop it. Turnabout is fair play, after all. I took off my shirt and
maturedadsandmen:“C’mon, Dad. Drop it. Turnabout is fair play, after all. I took off my shirt and dropped my shorts to show you what your baby boy looks like all grown up. It’s your turn to give me a look at what magic Father Time has worked on you.” I flexed my arm at him and saw his eyes involuntarily drift down my body to my semi-hard cock, which would be full-on hard soon enough.“I don’t think so, Son. It’s not appropriate.” I saw right away why he was resistant. That growing and shifting bulge underneath his towel told the story. What wasn’t appropriate was this game we were playing. I saw the hunger in his eyes as he looked at my naked body. And he’s known for years that I want him. On some level, I suppose it was nice that he was trying to be the dutiful, good father. But now was not the time. Not now that Mom was going to be gone all day and we had the house to ourselves for the first time since I moved back home from college.“You mean inappropriate like that night a couple years ago when you joined John, Alexis, and I up in Tahoe for some skiing?” I retorted. John and Alexis were my two closest friends from college who were now engaged to be married. Dad shuffled his feet and a smile played upon his face as he was remembering that fateful night while I spoke. “We were alone in the cabin talking, bullshitting, and doing tequila shots…like a couple best buds instead of father and son. I’ll never forget how I felt when you put your arm around my shoulder on the couch, looked deep into my eyes, and leaned in to kiss me. Until that moment when you started feeding me your tongue, Dad, I never knew what it felt like to truly be moved by a kiss. It rocked my world. My only regret is that John and Lex got back from dinner right as I was starting to unbutton your shirt. I still think about what might have happened if only they’d stayed out a couple hours longer. And judging by the tent in your towel, you’re thinking about it right now, too.”Dad looked down and saw a tent large enough for a family of six to camp under poking his towel out. He looked back up into my eyes, his own flooded with guilt. “Son, you’re killing me, here!”“That’s not what I wanted to do,” I said in a barely audible whisper as I leaned in close to his face. “I’d rather the two of us be doing something else that ends in -ing.” I turned around to show off my muscular ass to my old man and looked back at him over my shoulder. “So, I’ll be in your bedroom when you make up your mind about what you wanna do.” For effect, I reached back and ran the palms of both of my hands over my ass cheeks and then walked out of my parents’ walk-in closet into their bedroom and got onto their bed, laying on my side.Just a couple moments later, he appeared in the doorway, his towel still around his waist. “You made up your mind yet?” I asked, rolling over onto my back to let my cock point straight up in the air.“Fuck!” he uttered before walking toward the bed. “I came out here to tell you to get your ass off my bed, get dressed, and get back to your bedroom before something happened that we’d both regret later. But, I can’t do it. God forgive me, but I can’t…” And, like a curtain dropping at the end of a play, Dad let the towel drop from his waist, giving me my first ever look at the cock that made me. It was the most perfect thing I’d ever seen in my life. Before I could reach out to grasp it, he climbed onto the bed with me and settled his body on top of mine. He leaned in for a soft, tongue-powered kiss. Then, pulling back slightly, he whispered. “Now, why don’t we get down to doing that ‘something else that ends in -ing’ that you talked about earlier?” He leaned back into to resume the kiss and this time it was more intense, more urgent.I wrapped my arms around him and we began making out like two long-lost lovers reunited after years apart. I felt his hard cock against my hip and I know he had to feel mine against his. I was about to get everything I’d ever wanted. And judging by the way he was kissing me and touching me, I had a feeling the same was true for him, even if he probably wouldn’t admit it.“So, you want this dad cock, huh?” he asked, breathily, between kisses.I reached up and ran my hand lovingly down the side of his face and my fingers over his lips, sensually. “Oh yeah. Your cock, your balls, your body, your lips, your tongue…” I reached around and wrapped my hands around to grip his strong back, running my hands down to grab his ass. “…your ass… I want it all!”He leaned down and gave me a quick kiss, smiling broadly afterward. “Well, baby boy. It’s all yours.” With that, he leaned in again, starting a passionate hungry kiss. We pressed our bodies as far against each other as we could and humping against each other for all we were worth. It looks like I’d lit the fuse on a veritable powder keg earlier in his walk-in closet. And it was obvious the passion we were both feeling in the moment was so intense that it was set to explode tonight. I couldn’t wait to get caught up in that explosion.This must be what true happiness feels like. -- source link