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I Am My Father's Son: Cumming of Age
by TexHubby (txmilf69@gmail.com)
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A son's account of a special father-son bonding. (M-
adult/M-teen, MM, underage, inc, 1st-gay-expr)
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Author Note: A big THANKS to Kat Hurlbut for helping
me edit this story.
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When I was sixteen my mom left my dad. I was the
youngest offspring, but even at sixteen I felt
confused. I didn't know my parents were having marital
problems. We lived in a modest home; me and my three
siblings shared two rooms; one for us boys and one for
the girls. My and my brother's room was adjacent to
our parents’ room and I'd sometimes hear strange
noises coming from their bedroom. It certainly didn't
sound like they were fighting. In the end, all my
siblings left with my mom. I couldn't leave my dad. He
was my dad for crying out loud. He was my hero.
Dad tried his hardest to stay positive and keep
pushing forward despite the fact his wife had left him
and tore his family apart. As time passed I grew to
love my dad. Well, I already loved my dad... I guess I
should say I fell in love with my dad. He was so manly
and gruff yet he was always very gentle with me. I
guess he could tell I was special.
Nonetheless, we were two dudes living in a small house
with one bathroom so inevitably on occasion I would
see my dad in different states of nakedness, but I
never paid much attention. Many times, I needed to pee
when he was taking a shower after a hard day's work as
a truck driver. It was no big deal. And because I knew
he worked hard to put food on our table and keep me
clothed, I thought the least I could do was keep the
house clean and prepare a meal for him.
We fell into a routine. He worked. I got home from
school, cleaned and prepared dinner. Sometimes when
he'd drop me off at school he'd tell me we were going
out to dinner that night and I didn’t have to cook,
just be ready. These special nights were typically
Fridays. I'd get home, make sure the house was clean
and then lay his clothes out. The first time I did
this he looked at me and smiled, patted me on the back
and thanked me. I felt so proud that I'd made him
happy.
So it became the norm whenever we'd go out to dinner.
Throughout dinner I'd catch him looking at me and when
our eyes would meet, we'd smile. We would talk about
anything and everything and sometimes I would have him
in stitches with my stories. My dad was the coolest
cat in my eyes.
One night after our special dinner, I walked into my
bedroom and started dressing for bed. Or, I should
say, undressing. I was standing in my briefs when Dad
suddenly opened my bedroom door. He didn't expect me
to be in this state of undress but really who cared,
we were both guys after all. I turned around and
acknowledged him and he held his gaze a little longer
than necessary but I didn't give it a second thought.
When our eyes met, he blushed and excused himself.
I told him it was okay and welcomed him in. He didn't
really need or want anything; I guess he wanted to
continue shooting the breeze. I pulled on some shorts
and followed him to our living room. He turned on the
TV and since I was younger and closer to the TV it was
only natural I become his remote control. He might
have also enjoyed my getting up and bending over to
change the channel to our 13" black and white TV. Soon
we settled on a channel and I must have dozed off
because before I knew it my Dad was carrying me, his
17-year-old son, to bed. I woke up feeling a bit
startled and scared. He hugged me closer and assured
me everything was okay. I smiled up at him and hugged
him. He laid me down and I turned around and fell
asleep.
Sometime in the middle of the night, I woke up to the
strange feeling of someone pressed against me. I
didn’t know where I was, and for a split second I
thought perhaps I was dreaming. Then I heard a light
snore and felt a rough hand on my thigh. It quickly
dawned on me I was lying next to my Dad. I smiled. He
felt so perfect cuddling up next to me, it felt so
right and I felt safe. I grabbed his hand in mine and
brought it to my chest. I felt him stir a bit and he
moved in closer, spooning me even firmer. I soon fell
asleep with my Dad pressed securely against me.
When I awoke Saturday morning, I heard noises in the
kitchen. I stirred, stretched and purred. And then I
saw my Dad standing in the doorway.
“It’s morning kiddo. Sleep alright?”
I assured him I did and gave him the biggest shit-
eating grin. Glancing down, I noticed my Dad was in
his boxers. Even with us being two guys living
together, he was always very proper and never walked
around in his undergarments. I guess he caught me
looking a little too long because he announced he
needed to get dressed and I told him not to bother on
my account. He looked at me and gave me a crooked
smile and shook his head. I flung the sheet off me and
got up announcing I was about to pee my shorts and
made a beeline to the bathroom not bothering to close
the door.
When I was done I decided to take a shower. I was
peeling my underwear off when I turned around and
found my dad standing in the doorway. I guess he had
asked me something and I hadn’t heard him. My
nakedness startled him and he didn't know what to do
with himself. I gave him a show, swaying over to the
shower and locking eyes with him. He looked
uncomfortable and walked away. When I got out I
toweled myself dry and wrapped my waist. As I walked
to my bedroom I called out to my Dad, but he was
nowhere to be found.
The week flew and before I knew it, it was Friday. I
was turning 18 tomorrow and figured this evening would
be "date" night with my dad, but he didn't say
anything when he dropped me off at school. I was so
deeply hurt and couldn't help but mope around. My
friends kept pestering me, wanting to know what was
wrong. They knew tomorrow was my 18th birthday, and
figured I'd be super happy.
I couldn't share my hurt feelings with anybody. I’d
brought this on myself concocting this relationship
with my Dad in my head. He obviously couldn’t feel for
me the way I felt for him. He was just being my Dad. I
was being nasty and stupid. I chastised myself until I
felt horrible. As I walked home that afternoon I
couldn't help but think how stupid I was to think
anything else.
My poor Dad was just trying to be a good parent, and I
had made him feel uncomfortable and awkward. I was
such an idiot. I got home and decided I needed to
cheer up. I decided that no longer was I going to make
my Dad feel bad, uncomfortable and awkward. I tidied
up, made dinner and showered before he got home.
When Dad arrived I greeted him and acted normal and
cheery. I told him dinner was ready and told him to
shower first. I'd laid out his boxers and a white V-
neck undershirt. Soon we were seated and having dinner
telling each other about our day. I lied and told him
I'd had a wonderful day and told him all my friends
were wishing me a happy early birthday. He just
smiled. I then asked him about his day and he told me
all he'd done. I hung on every word he said. When we
finished dinner he offered to clean up and wash
dishes. I refused, and insisted I would do it but he
persisted, so I marched on over to the living room and
fired up the telly.
Dad was soon sitting in his favorite La-Z-Boy enjoying
a cold beer. I looked over to him and we smiled at
each other. After what I can only assume was hours
later, after I had dozed off again, my dad took me in
his arms and carried me to bed. He had me sit as he
removed my shirt. Then stood me up and unzipped my
shorts, and pulled them down, leaving me in my tidy-
whities. I was so far gone; I just wanted to get in
bed. He laid me down and gently pushed me to "my"
side. I covered myself with the thin sheet and soon
was getting my Zzzzzzs.
I woke up to the rays of sunlight peering in through
the shades. I could tell it was morning. Then I became
aware of a warm body next to me. I couldn’t help but
smile. My Dad had brought me to his bed again. This
was starting to become a habit. I was lying on my side
facing away from my Dad when I felt him stir. He
inched his way close to me, molding his body to mine,
spooning me in a way that no Dad should spoon his son,
and yet in a way I so desired but never thought
possible. His bare, hairy chest pressed against my
back; his crotch nestled against my buttocks; his
hairy, firm, strong legs aligned with mine. And then
he placed his hand on my thigh.
This felt right. I took in his manly scent. It was so
intoxicating. I snuggled tightly into him, making sure
my covered buttocks connected with his... wait, I
could feel him. I could feel his manhood rising,
growing, and getting firmer. And I quickly assessed my
Dad was naked. I then felt his breath on my neck. He
brought his hand to my chest, running his rough,
calloused hand lightly over my chest, teasing my
nipple with his thumb. I could hardly believe it.
I took his hand in mine. He froze. I started to purr
ever so lightly as I intertwined my hand in his. I
brought his hand to my mouth and kissed the palm. His
breathing was getting heavier. I felt his breath
tickle my neck and ear. His lips lightly brushed my
shoulder. He started lightly yet forcefully rocking
his hips back and forth as I pushed back. He felt so
big, so hard. His breathing became ragged and heavier.
I felt his mouth next to my ear and he whispered a
very sexy, very special "Happy Birthday". I almost
creamed my underwear. He released my hand, took me by
my chin and gently turned my head to face him. He had
the most loving, gentle look about him. He kissed me
lightly on my lips.
“I’ve waited so long for this day,” he said almost out
of breath.
I didn't quite understand what he meant, but I didn’t
care to think it out; I wanted more. I turned my body
all the way around and kissed him; except my kiss was
a hungry one. He wrapped his arms around my back and
ran his hands up and down and then finally took ahold
of my head as his tongue invaded my mouth for the
first time. I saw fireworks. I'd waited for this
moment for what seemed like a lifetime.
His lust-filled touch, his hungry kiss, his hot desire
grew as he kissed me passionately and with such
intensity. We were on our sides facing each other. I
put my leg on his thigh confirming my Dad was indeed
naked. I ran my hands up and down his tight back, down
to his taut buttocks pulling him to me. And then I
went for gold. I'd dreamed of this moment for a few
years now. I took hold of his huge, thick, veiny Daddy
cock and slowly stroked him. He warned me to be
careful because it'd been some years now and he was
ready to blow.
I took his face in my hands and pulled away. I looked
at him; we locked eyes. I gave him a wicked smile and
then ever so slowly started working my way down,
kissing his neck, his shoulders, his nipples, his
tight stomach, making my way down to his manhood. I
was enjoying every second, taking in his scent and the
feel of his skin. And before long, I was face to face
with his monster. My goodness, my Daddy was hung like
a horse. I had a fleeting thought... my Mom gave this
up? She was nuts!
I took my Dad's cock and gave it a light kiss right on
the head. He shuddered. I looked up and once again our
eyes locked. I was all smiles. He looked down at me
ever so lovingly and said,
"Are you ready to blow your birthday candle?"
He went there. I just gave him a big smile and blew
lightly on the bulbous head. He moaned. I loved that I
was pleasing my Dad. I took his low-hanging balls in
my hands and raked my short nails over them and then
gently tugged on them while taking the head of his
dick in my mouth. Soon I was gagging trying to get as
much of his meat in my mouth. He grabbed me by the
head and started guiding me up and down.
“Oh fuck! You’re a natural cocksucker. Please don’t
stop. Suck it, Suck it.”
I sucked his cock, then pulled it from my mouth and
licked him like a lollipop. I even took his balls in
my mouth and sucked on them. He groaned and moaned.
And then I went to town... I wanted to make him cum. I
had a need to be branded. I needed to taste him, have
him in me and have him claim me as his lover. I sucked
and bobbed up and down and soon I felt him tense up.
He grabbed my head in an attempt to remove me from his
cock, warning me he was about to cum. I held on for
dear life and sucked harder, bobbing faster as he
grunted and shot load after load of hot, sweet-tasting
Daddy juice down my throat.
I was so hungry for it. I didn't want to spill a drop.
I kept stroking him and sucking. I wanted every last
drop of him I could take. I slowed down and kept
sucking the sweet tasting cum from his Daddy dick. His
eyes were closed, but I knew I'd pleasured him. I took
my time and enjoyed myself as I made my way back up to
his face. Lightly kissing his stomach, his nipples,
his neck, and his ears until I finally reached his
mouth. He opened his eyes slowly. There was a big
smile on his face. I smiled at him, gave him a light,
tender kiss on the lips, moved over to his ear and
whispered,
"Happy Birthday to me."
He hugged me and we laid there for a good while in a
loving, magical embrace. I laid my head on his chest
and he wrapped his strong, firm arm around me. I felt
so safe. I felt so right.
...more to cum!!
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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