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My Mum and Dad split up when I was about four years old, for some years he would come and see us, but his work took him to Scotland. After a while the travelling and time factor; visits became less frequent. For about ten years we had very little contact, maybe the odd letter, but no visit.
Suddenly out of the blue a letter arrived from Dad to my Mum asking if he could visit: I was asked how did I feel about the request. First I was very much against any contact with him, my reason being if he wanted to see me he could have wrote or phoned, (don't think he knew the number)
After a couple of days my Mum told me she should reply to his letter, and asked if I still felt the same way, she suggested maybe I would reconsider and see him, any doubts I may have I would be able to put to him and discuss. I could see the logic in that and agreed to see him.
I met up with him one Saturday afternoon and he took me to lunch, during the meal he suggested maybe I would like to go back to his hotel and continue talking; the restaurant was not the most private place for talking about reconciliation.
The conversation ended with my Dad telling how much he regretted not keeping in touch, and how much he missed me; he asked that I would agree to meet up regularly and get to know each other better, and then decide what I wanted to do.
Well after a month or so we met regularly usually on a Saturday, spending the day together, and I found his company was more like a big brother, or really good friend than a father, when I told him this you should have seen his face he was so happy.
As the weeks went by summer arrived with a vengeance, one day we were in doors lounging around wearing only shorts, I was aware how much I found my Dad attractive, quite good looking, great legs and the outline of his bum could be a turn on if I let it.
Dad was sitting on the sofa and I was sitting on the floor laying back, my Dads legs were apart and I wanted to see the bulge between them better, so I made an excuse to get a drink, and when I came back sat down nearer and in front of him, and reclined down, I could see the outline of his balls and cock, and I knew I wanted to see him completely undressed, that had not happened since I was very young and he took me in the bath with himself; a long time ago. I suddenly realised my cock had gone on a horn and was pressing against my shorts, if I moved my hand over it I knew my Dad would realise, but while I was thinking this I noticed his eyes going over my body and stopping at my crotch. Suddenly he jumped up and went into the kitchen, but quickly came back into the room, when he did I could see he also had a horn on it was pushing against his shorts, he wanted me to see it, because he stood in front of me and I could really see his cock straining against his shorts. My heart was in my mouth with excitement, but suddenly he turn saying he was going to change his shorts and walked to the bedroom, normally he would undress or dress at a chair in the corner of the room, but he stood near the bed and started to remove his shorts, I had a full view, and I knew he had done that on purpose, again I was not sure what to do. He had on his boxers and turning to me said he was going to have a rest in bed, if I was feeling tired come and join him. I replied ok but would be a few minutes, mainly to try and recover myself.
With a great deal of excitement I walked into the bedroom and started to undress, well just my shorts, like Dad I kept on my boxers, and got into bed, laying near to but not touching Dad.
After a short time my Dads breathing became deep like he was asleep, and he moved over to me put his arm around my waist and pushed himself close to me, we were kind off sitting on his lap and slowly I could feel his cock gently pressing against my bum, I realised he was getting an erection, it felt so nice so I squeezed my bum a little around his cock, this caused him to groan and his cock became very hard on a horn so I squeezed again, and he started to move it slowly against my arse, this gave me great pleasure and I groaned out, my Dad whispered in my ear "are you ok?" all I could whisper back was "Yes"
After moments of this I said to Dad, " I want to take off my boxers," he replied "Just lift up" and with his hand he pushed down my boxers, he also pulled his cock out, from his boxers, I could instantly feel his cock hard against my arse, the feeling sent tingles up and down my whole body.
Suddenly my Dad trembled, his breathing increased, and I started to feel his spunk shot out and covering my arse and leg, he kept on shooting for some time and then stopped. He whispered in my ear " I love you so much, I want you," and with that he pushed down the duvet, bent down , I thought he wanted a closer look at my cock, but I felt his lips touching the top of my cock, and then slowly he lowered his mouth and took in my cock, no one had ever done this to me before, the pleasure was indescribable, his tongue, his warm mouth going up and down the shaft of my prick, suddenly I was shooting every drop of spunk, and as fast as I shot, so my Dad was swallowing it.
After I had finished my Dad pulled up along side me and put his arm around me, he whispered, " I love you, always remember that." I immediately fell asleep in his arms, it was the most deep and refreshing sleep I had ever had.
In the morning I woke, to hear Dad moving around in the kitchen, most mornings he was up and would make tea, my thought was about last night, I was not sure if it had actually happened, or that I had dreamed all of it.
I realised I have not dreamed all that happened in the night, when I discovered I was not wearing my boxers, feeling my bum and legs I could feel dried spunk on them, at that instance my Dad came into the bedroom with a couple of cups of tea, he put one down on the side table for me, and sat on the bed close to me. He looked a bit worried, and started to ask me, how I was feeling, I replied fine, but he really wanted to know about last night, so he said he was sorry for what happened last night, it should not have happened, and he would not do it again. He then asked me if I was angry with him, and would I refuse to see him again. He was speaking so quickly and without a break, as soon as there was a break I told him I was not angry with him, I wanted it to happen last night and that I loved him very much. As soon as I said that to him, his face changed, it lit up and he put his hand on my chest, and again said that he loved me very much and would never hurt me, and if I did not wish to continue sleeping with him he would understand. I smiled at him and put my hand on his thigh, I could feel the hairs on his leg and slowly stroked his thigh, moving my hand up towards his cock, and I could feel the warmth against my fingers as they rested against his balls. As I watched I could see my Dad's cock slowly pressing against his boxers, I lifted my fingers and started to move them against his cock which was getting a horn very quickly. He leaned down and started to kiss me, at first it was lips to lips, but suddenly his tongue slipped between my lips and started to search out my tongue, I very quickly reached my tongue out to meet his, our breathing became rapid, as we kissed deeply. Suddenly he moved his body up and pulled down the duvet, moving his head away from my face and down my body, he started to kiss my cock, and then he closed his mouth around it and started to suck me, I must admit it did not take very long for me to start shooting all my spunk into my Dads mouth, and as I shot he would swallow each time. After I have finished, and my Dad had suck as much of my spunk as possible, he straddled over me and started to wank his cock, and as quickly as I had cum he did, he aimed his spunk all over my stomach and cock, and then smeared it all over my chest and balls, and it was great.
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