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  • "Mom, Dad, there's something I have to tell you." I'd rehearsed the line over and over and it still sounded cheesy. But I really wanted to get it over with and put my cards on the table. I had been waiting all week for my Dad to come home from one of his business trips so I could tell my news to both my parents at the same time.

    They sat on opposite sides of the dinner table and I did my best not to look either of them in the eyes. But I knew they were both beaming at me curiously.

    "It's just eh ... I've discovered that ... I like boys a lot better than girls, and eh ... well, I just thought you might want to know that. It's no big deal really, I thought about it a lot and ..." I just blurted out my rehearsed text so I could get out of the house and visit my friend Jon. I had been fooling around with Jon a lot lately and he had introduced me to the wonders of boy-to-boy sex, bringing me to my current position.

    For a split second it was silent, then Dad said in a flat tone, "You mean you are ... you're one of those?"

    I nodded. "Yes, Dad. I'm gay. I hope that's okay, I mean, I'm fine with that."

    Mom jumped up, knocking over her chair, and spurted out of the kitchen. From the other room I could hear her sobbing and crying and I felt awkward about her reaction. From the corner of my eyes I glanced at my Dad who sat frozen, staring at his folded hands on the table with an empty look on his face. I knew I couldn't leave the house until at least one of my parents had said something so I slowly walked out of the kitchen. "I'll be up in my room, Dad. I hope Mom will calm down soon." He didn't respond so I went upstairs and closed my bedroom door to shut out Mom's hysterious sobbing.

    About fifteen minutes later I heard a tap on the door. "Come in." I said anxiously. Dad stepped in and closed the door carefully behind him. He turned around and stood in the middle of my room. He rarely entered my room and his tall posture seemed to fill the entire space. I was sitting on my bed and my low perspective made him look even more intimidating. "Well, son, that's a little bomb you dropped back there." His face was serious and concerned.

    "How's Mom?" I asked.

    "Well, she's still crying and won't talk to me. So I thought maybe you and I could have a little chat first."

    "Sure" I said. "What do you want to know?"

    Dad cleared his throat. "Ehrm, well, basically, I mean ... why?"

    "Why I like boys?"

    He shrugged. "Yeah, I mean, what is it that they have that girls can't offer you?"

    I couldn't help but grin, "Well Dad, that seems pretty obvious, don't you think?"

    He smiled wryly and relaxed a bit. He shifted towards the table across my room and sat down on top of it. "So, did you have ... ever done it with other boys?"

    Did I ever! Jon had introduced me to just about every boy's dick in our class. And just last week we spent an afternoon in the public toilet by the park where we had sucked off half a dozen of strangers and at least five guys we knew from our neighborhood, each one of them sporting big juicy dicks and shooting their hot and heavy loads down our thirsty boy throats. We were both having a great time sucking on a couple of fat, uncut trucker dicks, when a policeman entered the cottage. He grabbed us by our ears and summoned all the men out, after which he insisted on fucking both our tight boy's asses, pumping his copload deep into Jon's gut while I sat on the dirty floor licking his balls and sweaty, smelly asscrack.

    But obviously I wasn't going to tell my dad all that. I was pretty sure he'd freak out and ground me for the rest of my life. So I said, "Yes, Dad, I have done it. With a good friend in school."

    He gulped and looked more uncomfortable by the minute. I had never seen my dad shy away from anything but also had I never discussed sex with him. He stared at his hands and asked, "And what kind of things did you do with him?" I looked at my dad, thinking he was going to be mad at me if I told him any details, but his curiosity seemed sincere. I took a deep breath and made the plunge. "Well, first we sucked each others dicks, and then he licked my ...." Dad's eyes widened and he looked at my face. "You mean, take it in your mouth and all?"

    "Sure, Dad. And in fact, Jon has quite a long one, but I sucked it all the way in, down into my throat. That's really something ..." Dad jumped up abruptly and for a moment I thought he was going to slap me, or at least walk out and slam the door behind him. Then he quickly gathered himself and sat down again, but in the split second he had been standing up in front of me I could have sworn I saw something big and hard pushing forward the crotch in his dark pants. Apparently something in what I had said had him aroused and I was sure he sat down so quickly to hide his excitement from me.

    For almost a minute we were both silent. I could have sworn my dad's face had turned red. He loosened his tie and unbuttoned his collar. His other hand was hanging between his legs, as if he was trying to hide something from me. He really had me curious and I wanted to find out what it was that made him so uncomfortable. But he broke the silence first. "You know, I really can't understand how that's possible. I mean, you actually swallowed it? A guy's dick?" He really started turning red now and I almost felt I had to save him from this awkward situation. Yet I also wanted to see if I'd seen it correctly and his dick was really hard, but I wasn't sure how; after all he was my dad! And at the same time he was a very attractive man, tall and muscular with a hint of grey hairs making him look only more masculine. When I was a couple of years younger I used to sit and watch my dad when he was working out in our basement. I often spied on him in the shower through the halfopen door, jacking off to the sight of his hairy chest and the big dangling dick between his legs. In fact, he was the very man that had made me realise my feelings for other guys in the first place.

    I looked at my dad's face and I couldn't believe myself when I said, "I can show it to you ... if you want."

    He sat up straight and looked at the door, then back at me. "Are you saying what I think you're saying, son?" I was unsure whether his tone was surprised or angry. I sat on the edge of my bed and looked straight at him. "I guess so ... Dad."

    He shifted his hips maybe an inch, then sat back again as if he still wasn't sure what to do. Both his hands were now between his legs taking a firm grip of the visibly growing bulge. He swallowed audibly. "I don't know, Ricky. Don't get me wrong, I just ... wonder what makes guys so special for you, that's all. I'm just trying to understand, you know."

    He seemed really sincere and I was getting an instant hardon. I cleared my throat and said, "Sure Dad, and I really like to help you understand. I don't mind at all." He nodded slowly. "Well, I guess it can't hurt, can it?" I shook my head.

    He rose to his feet and unbuckled his belt. I could see his hands shake and he had trouble unbuttoning his trousers. My head started spinning as I realised what was happening but my cock turned rockhard and throbbed inside my baggy pants.

    I decided to help my dad and pulled down his zipper. The trousers dropped to the floor and a big swelling in his white briefs bulged forward. The thin fabric couldn't hide the clear outline of a gently throbbing lump of flesh stretching to the left. Between his legs the damp, white material clung around a pair of big, heavy balls . The Y-front stretched open and revealed a small piece of dark, smooth skin. Dad unbuttoned his shirt and his hairy chest made it clear that he was still working out almost daily, even when he was on the road. Then he pushed his hips forward, maybe five inches in front of my face. I could smell his sweet, musky skin and the heat of his crotch radiated on my cheeks.

    "Well, son, let's see if you can explain that to your old dad." He was trying to sound relaxed and cheerful, but I could see his face was still flushed and his legs were trembling. I cupped my hand over his flyfront and took a firm grip. It felt like I took hold of a large zucchini, only it was warm and I could feel pulsing veins all along its length. I had seen my dad's dick before and I knew it was big, but I'd never seen it hard! I used both hands to pull down the shorts and the shaft swung forward against my face, leaving a sticky string of precum on my cheeck. I took an eyefull and couldn't believe the size of it. From the darkhaired base to the glistening, dripping piss slit I estimated it would be almost a foot!

    "So ... what do you think?" He shook his big bat in front of me, and he really seemed proud of its impressive stature.

    "Jesus, Dad! It's ... enormous!" He winked at me. "Yes, I guess it is. That's why I can't believe guys can actually swallow it all."

    "Well, seriously, Dad, I'm not sure if I can swallow THIS monster."

    He froze as if he'd waken from a dream. "I see. Of course, Ricky, I'm sorry. What was I thinking!" I couldn't believe my ears; Dad was apologising to me for making an indecent proposal. Now I was confused. And disappointed now Dad seemed to back out before I had had the chance to show him any of my skills.

    "Come on, son, let's forget about the whole thing. What I just said, it's nothing." He unsuccessfully tried to push his throbbing meat back into his shorts and stepped back. But before he could pull up his pants I sank to my knees and grabbed hold of his meat. I wasn't going to let him get away that easy! I opened my mouth wide and sucked in Dad enormous prick. He moaned and his defense vaporised instantly.

    With every inch I sucked it deeper into my mouth I felt his body weaken. I let my tongue run small circles around the thick, throbbing shaft that now filled my mouth. Like my own, Dad's cock became thicker towards the base, and when it was just over halfway in my mouth my jaw was already open so wide it hurt. The smooth, silky head entered my throat. I took a last deep breath and swallowed. Dad moaned with a deep voice as his cock started stretching my throat. I really wanted to prove to my dad that I was no sissy, even though my throat hurt and I could hardly suppress my gagging. I really wanted to show him what a good cocksucker I was. I took hold of his hips and pushed my face forward. As the last inch of his cock slid between my lips Dad let out a loud cry. "Ohhhhyeeaaah god DAMN!"

    We both froze, knowing Mom must have heard him shout. From the bottom of the stairs we immediately heard her sobbing voice, "Jack! Ricky! Are you guys fighting? Come on, no fighting please, it's hard enough as it is."

    Dad immediately shouted back to stop her from coming upstairs, "You're right dear, it is hard enough. It's just so hard to swallow!"

    I wanted to laugh out loud but the big monster down my throat only made me gag and I almost spit it out. Dad pulled his cock out and grinned at me while slapping it against my face. I tried to wrap my lips around it but every time he pulled it away and slapped me again. "So I see it can be done. And you really like doing it, huh?" I nodded enthusiastically. Dad rested his dripping cockhead against my lips. "It's true, this is something girls can't offer you. In fact, most girls can't even take your daddy's dick." He chuckled.

    From that moment on the ice was broken. Dad was now convinced of my sucking skills but by no means satisfied. He pushed his cock back between my lips, pushing it deep into my face in one thrust. I loved every inch of it and Dad obviously enjoyed every time his smooth cockhead slid in and out of my throttle. "Where did you learn this, young man? Or are you a natural?" I shrugged. "Maybe I'll explain that later, Dad. I like having my little secrets." I wrapped my mouth around his balls and started licking and sucking. The coarse hairs tickled my tongue and the big shaft threw its shadow over my face, twitching and bouncing on my forehead. "Oh god, that feels almost as good! No girl has ever done that to me. Is that another one of your dirty secrets?" He started pumping his dick with his fist. "I don't think it gets much better than this. Guys together, I mean."

    That was a pass I hadn't dared hoping for. "Well, Dad, there is another thing guys can do together! But you might think it's gross." He slapped his cockmeat against my face once more. "Try me, son. You've got me curious." Drops of precum leaked on my face, telling me just how curious he was.

    I jumped to my feet and turned around, pulled down my jeans and boxers and leaned forward over my desk. I turned my round, firm butt toward my curious father. "Look Dad, you can put your dick in my butthole. That is really the coolest thing guys can do." My dad looked at me in disbelief. "No way! In that tiny little hole of yours?" I pulled my cheeks apart and relaxed my sphincter, showing him how flexible it was. "So, it's really true what they say? Queers really do that?" He didn't sound as much shocked as much as he seemed puzzled. I was shocked to hear my dad call me queer but at the same time his straightforwardness turned me on. It made my asshole twitch and Dad put his strong, warm hand between my buttcheeks to feel my soft, flexing rim with his thumb.

    "I'm not sure, son, that really is nasty. Maybe you can just suck me a bit more?" But as he spoke his finger massaged my itching asshole and I saw the blood pumping through the veins on his rockhard cock, telling me it really wanted to nest itself between my firm young cheeks. "Come on, Dad. Your cock's got spit and precum all over it, it'll go in like an eightball." Actually I wasn't so sure if I could take that huge rammer, but I sure as hell wanted to give it a try.

    "Oh, what the hell! I asked for it didn't I?" He threw off his shirt and stepped out of his pants that were still around his ankles. He breathed heavily and sweat was running down his body. I lay down on my back at the bed and pulled up my legs, exposing my rosy butthole to my dad. He didn't need much explanation and stepped forward. He put one foot next to me on the bed and positioned himself over my butt, the shiny purple head of his dripping cock resting heavily between my asscheeks. Just to make sure, I quickly spit in my hand and lubricated my asshole as much as I could. He looked at my face and winked. "You ready, son?" Before I could say anything I felt his big cockhead enter my ass and I took a deep breath in anticipation of what was to follow. I was happy I had been practicing quite a bit in the last few days with Jon, and the cop in the park had a dick almost as thick as Dad's, but nowhere near as long. Without much consideration or finesse Dad pushed inch after inch into me. My ass burned and twitched, but that seemed to turn him on only more. Sweat started dripping from his grimacing face. My hole felt as if it was being ripped apart but my cock got harder while the rockhard pillar sank deeper into my ass. Pretty soon I felt Dad's balls land on my butt with a heavy slap. My gut was now completely filled with dad meat, throbbing against my aching ass muscle that held the base of his shaft in a firm grip. Dad took my ankles in his hands and with a look of amazement on his face he looked down to his big batter buried deep into his son's ass. For a few seconds he let his leaking cock get used to the new sensation.

    "This really is amazing stuff, son." Dad gasped. "I'm really beginning to see why you like guys so much." Having said that, he started pumping. It hurt like hell at first but it got hotter with every long, deep stroke, slickening my hole with more precum. He attacked my ass with vigour, driving the whole length of his shaft back and forth. His balls bounced against my buttcheecks and I was ecstatic, getting fucked by my own Dad's huge manmeat. His rowdy, rough manner made it very clear he had never done anything even remotely like this but his rockhard curiosity made me feel closer to him than I had ever felt before.

    Then his eyes started to blur, the look on his face was fierce and nasty like I had never seen my dad. "I-I'm gonna shoot, son. I'm gonna fill your tight little boy ass. You really helped your daddy understand. Here's is my thanks, boy. Here it comes, here it cumm-UUMMMMSSSSS."

    His body started shaking and I felt his shaft pulse against my sphincter. Dad's piss slit opened wide and started to shoot deep into my bowels. A warm, soothing stream started filling my guts with what seemed like a gallon of cum. Five, six times Dad roughly rammed his meat deep into my ass to shoot another gusher, and another. His wild attacks ripped me apart until I felt I couldn't take much more. I let out a loud cry, "FUCK! DAD! STOP!".

    His last hard stroke pumped the cum out of my prostate and my load shot straight up in the air, right into Dad's grimacing face and heaving chest hovering over me. He wiped the sticky goo from his cheeks and licked my thick gobs from his fingers, grinning and smacking his lips.

    At the same time Mom started shouting again from downstairs, "Jack, what's going on up there? Are you beating our son? Stop that, do you hear! It's not his fault and ... and I'm sure we'll all be fine."

    Just as unprepared I was for the sturdy way Dad had entered my butt I felt totally empty when he suddenly pulled out his shlong from my battered sphincter. A gush of warm, sticky juice gulped out of my spasming asshole ass the thick cockhead popped out. He jumped to his feet and looked confused for a moment. Then he shouted back to his wife, "It's okay dear, Rick was explaining some things to me and I just shot off a bit! But I think you're right, we'll all be fine."

    Dad smiled and patted my cumdripping ass, looking at it pensively.

    "So, this is what you guys do together, huh? It's really ... interesting. I can see why you don't mind being gay."

    He started picking up his clothes from the floor and hesitated, looking at me as if he was waiting for something.

    I grinned, "Well yeah, Dad, I'll be just fine. I'm really glad you understand. And there is even more that guys can do together! So if you want me to explain some more ..."

    I thought I saw a look of relief on his face. "Sure. If you don't mind, son. I guess I need to know a lot more to fully understand. But first I'll go talk to your mother, so she can go to sleep. But when I come back, you will have a lot of explaining to do!"

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