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A Daddy Dream Cum True - Part 8

by Al bear


Finally... The Dream Comes True

I graduated high school when I was 18. I had known I was gay since I was ten and had been lusting after my Dad since then. My best friend and lover, Tony, and I had made a plan that would hopefully result in each of us having sex with our respective fathers before grad night was over.

The tradition in the small town that I grew up in was an after-grad keg party. Everyone knew what was going on, most of the parents had participated in one at their grad too.

Older brothers of the grads would purchase the keg and then act as designated drivers so the grads could have a good time without having to drive home.

Tony’s older cousin Brian was acting as one of the “chaperones” and drove us and our dates for the evening out to the party. I took a girl from my class to the party, but it was her brother I’d rather have been with. Or anybody’s brother, or cousin, or uncle, or father, or even grandfather! I was that horny for male sex.

I’d seen Dad naked many times since that first time on the couch, but that was as far as it ever went. Seeing him naked. I never got to touch the real thing. But I had a plan for tonight.

I proceeded to drink beer and have a good time with all my friends. After all this was probably our last big party together.

As the night progressed into early morning, Tony and I were feeling no pain, but we were acting drunker than we actually were. About 4 in the morning, the party began to break up and Brian drove us home. I pretended to be absolutely wasted and had fallen down several times around the bonfire so Brian had to help me out of the car. He propped me up against the side of the house and rang the door bell.

My Mom answered the door, took one look at me and called my father. “Come and get your son. He’s yours tonight!” Little did she know how true that statement would be.

When Dad came to the door he was laughing and asked Brian to help him get me down the stairs to my room. They tossed me on my bed and left me there. A few minutes later Dad came back into the room saying, “Well, we’d better get you tucked in!” He stopped and starred at me. I had purposely puked all over myself.

Dad grabbed me under the arms, sat me up and started to peel off my T-shirt. As he did so, I let fly with another stream that landed in my lap. So Dad proceeded to unzip my jeans and I immediately got hard. As he pulled them down, my jockeys went with them so I was now sitting on the edge of my bed naked except for the ball of clothes around my ankles with a throbbing hardon.

Dad let go of me and I flopped back on my bed. He proceeded to remove my shoes and socks and then got the jeans and underwear completely off. I was watching him through half closed eyes. He just stood there looking at my naked body and bouncing cock for several minutes. Then I saw his tongue peek out and he licked his full lips. I saw his hand move to his crotch and he groped himself. The bulge in his pants was very obvious.

Dad called my name several times, but I didn’t answer. He then lifted me to a standing position, draped my arms around his neck and pressed my naked body tightly to his. Then with one arm around my back and the other hand firming on my bare ass, pressing my boner into his crotch, he hauled me into the bathroom.

He propped me up against the wall in the shower stall and turned on the water. As the water hit me, I started flailing around completely soaking Dad. He then sat me down on the floor of the shower and proceeded to remove all of his own wet clothes. When he got into the shower with me he was sporting a huge hardon. He put one foot on either side of my body and proceeded to lift me up.

He reached into my armpits and pulled. As he did so, my face fell forward right into his crotch. Of course I opened my mouth and his hard cock went right in. I gave it a quick suck before he lifted me to my feet.

Dad propped me against the wall and with one hand on my chest to steady me. He proceeded to wash my body. I looked down and saw his big cock bobbing there, above his huge balls hanging in their very hairy sac. I kept my eyes focused down on the most fascinating thing in my world while Dad soaped up my chest, armpits and stomach. He then proceeded to wash my throbbing cock and balls and between my legs - very slowly. He turned me around and washed my hair, then my back and then my ass - slipping his hand into my ass crack and fingering my hole.

Dad had been talking to me the whole time, but I had not responded to anything he had said. Then he asked me if I knew where I was, whom I was with, what was happening. I didn’t respond except to push my ass back towards him.

I felt the water run down my back and along the crack of my ass, rinsing the soap off. Then I felt Dad separate my cheeks and I felt something very warm against my pucker. It felt rough yet smooth, hard yet soft, and I realized that my dad was licking my asshole! He began massaging my cheeks and I could feel his whiskers along my trench as he tried, successfully, to jam his tongue up my chute. As he ate my hole, he picked up one of my feet and began to slowly rub the sole of it over his hairy chest. He played with my toes and then his mouth left my ass and I could feel him licking the sole of my foot. Then he put each toe into his hot, wet mouth and sucked on each one. He ran my foot back down his chest and into his crotch and rubbed it over his cock and balls. He placed it back on the floor and put his hands on my hips and turned me around.

As I felt my rock hard cock being engulfed in his hot steamy mouth, I said, “Yes Dad, I know where I am, who I’m with and what’s happening.”

He started to pull back but I put my hand on the back of his head to keep my cock buried in his mouth and said, “I’m in the shower, with my Dad, doing what I’ve wanted to do for a long, long time!” and with that I shot off in his mouth.

Dad stood up, with my cum shining on his lips, and I pulled him to me and kissed him hard. Our tongues met and wrestled as we tried to shove them down each other’s throat. After a few minutes of the most intense kissing I had ever experienced, I put a hand on each side of Dad’s face, pulled our mouths apart and said, “I’ve been waiting for this moment since I was ten years old.”

Dad looked at me with more love in his eyes than I’d ever seen before and said, “I’ve been waiting for this from the moment you were born. It nearly killed me to wait until you turned 18 to do anything about it. I had to be sure you wanted it too and were old enough to make the decision for yourself. I’ve been waiting since your birthday for an opportunity to present itself and finally tonight...”

“It wasn’t a fluke tonight, Daddy. It was a plan. I wasn’t even drunk tonight. I had had enough beer to smell drunk, the rest was an act. I didn’t know if I could puke on cue, but I guess I was so excited that this might finally happen that I made it work.”

I reached down and wrapped my hand around my father’s hard cock and said, “I’ve wanted this beautiful thing in my hand and in my mouth every day since I was ten. That’s when I first saw you naked. It was a Sunday morning, Mom and Sis had gone to church and...”

Dad took over the story, “You finally woke up and went to take a piss with that cute little pecker of yours. You flushed and came back down the hall to “discover” your Dad nearly naked on the couch. Then you stood there for 45 minutes watching me perform for you.”

“You knew I was there?”

“How could I miss you? After the first minute or so you forgot that you were peeking around the corner and moved into the middle of the hall to get a better view. I pretended not to see you but I was watching you out of the corner of my eye. You were so cute, standing there with your little hardon in your pants. You never touched yourself, so I guessed that you hadn’t discovered how good that felt yet. I wanted to start making love to you then, but I knew I had to wait until you were old enough.”

“So you knew I was gay way back then?”

“Well, if not gay, then pretty damn curious! I knew you were standing behind my recliner while I lay there watching the late news and performed for you. You spying on me got me so worked up that I’d go into the bedroom, wake your mother up and make love to her, wishing it was you in my arms.

Then I found the that hole you drilled into the bathroom wall and I started performing for you in there.”

“That hole was there for months before you ever did anything more than just sit on the toilet, wipe your ass and then stand up and pull up your pants or have a shower, dry off in the stall, put on your jockeys and shave!”

After I found the hole, I knew it had to be you that made it and I could hear you outside the bathroom. Those magazines were for your benefit. I didn’t need anything more than knowing that you were on the other side of that hole watching me to get me off. I wanted to get some gay ones for you, but I stuck with the bisexual ones - just in case it was just curiosity on your part.”

“And don’t think I didn’t hear your climbing up the wall outside the main bathroom so you could peek through the curtains at me while I lay in the bathtub jacking off for you. I nearly froze in there a couple of times waiting for you.”

I realized that while we had been talking, I had slowly been jacking off my father. I looked down at his beautiful cock and said, “I’ve been waiting 8 years to have this in my mouth and I’m not about to wait another second!”

As I knelt in front of him, my Dad said, “I’ve been waiting 18 years to have that sweet mouth of yours nursing on my cock. Have at it. When you were first born, you would grab hold of my finger and stick it in your mouth and suck on it for an hour before falling asleep. I used to fantasize that it was my cock you were sucking and I’d blow a load in my jockeys as you sucked on that finger and squirmed in my lap.”

“Well, blow a load in my mouth for real now! I want to taste the sperm that made me!”

“This may be the first time you tasted it direct for the faucet, but it won’t be the first time you had my sperm in your mouth. I was watching you through the shower curtain that Sunday when you licked it off my robe. I’ve also noticed the suck marks on the inside of the pouch on my jockeys. Not to mention the gaps in the skid marks on the rear of them. Or the teeth marks where you chewed on my dirty socks.”

“Well, I’ve got the real thing now and I’m going to enjoy it!” I continued to ram Dad’s big cock into the back of my throat for a few minutes and then I sucked first one then the other and then both his huge hairy balls into my mouth. I could barely get both in but I made it. Then I turned Dad around, bent him over and shoved my face into his ass crack. I breathed deeply as the water had not reached in here to wash his scent away as it had with his cock and balls. I licked up and down his trench savoring the delicacy that was my Dad’s ass. I played with his pucker with the tip of my tongue until he started to moan and then I drilled my tongue up my father’s ass as far as I could reach.

Then I spun Dad around and swallowed his massive erection, bobbing up and down, swirling my tongue round and round until I heard his screaming, “I’m gonna cum. Oh God! Oh fuck! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum in my baby’s mouth! I AM cumming! I am cumming in my beautiful son’s mouth finally! I’ve never cum like this before! Not even when I made you! Thank you, my boy, my love, my son, my lover!”

Then Dad knelt in front of me, took my throbbing cock in his hot, wet mouth and sucked the biggest load I’d ever shot out of my balls. As he licked his lips and swallowed my load, Dad stood up and kissed me.

Then Dad said “Now that we’ve moved beyond the look but don’t touch stage, I want make love to you every day from now on.”

“ Just once a day? I could make love to you 24/7 and still not make up for all the frustration I’ve felt over the last 8 years Dad”

Just then Mom called down, “Is everything all right down there?”

My Dad answered, “He’s fine, but I’m going to sit with him for a while, just to be sure.”

Then I said to Dad, “Well, I will be fine by the time I’ve finished licking every inch of that hot body of yours!”

With that, Dad and I climbed into my bed and made love to each other for the next hour.

My dream had finally cum true. But it didn’t end there...

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10 Gay Erotic Stories from Al bear

A Daddy Dream Cum True - Part 1

The Couch I knew it was cock, not pussy, that interested me from the time I was 10 years old. In particular, my Dad’s cock. Actually, I wanted everything about my Dad. He was, and still is, a beautiful man. Just over 6 feet and 190 pounds, dark hair and eyes and a wonderful smile. What I loved most was his thick body hair. It started just below his collarbone and fanned out over his well-toned

A Daddy Dream Cum True - Part 2

The Recliner After the couch incident, I decided that I had to do everything I could to see his beautiful naked body again. I had always loved my Dad, but now I was in love with him and his gorgeous hairy body. I discovered that I could get out of bed undetected and sneak around through the kitchen and into the dining room to stand behind Dad as he lay back in his recliner watching the news

A Daddy Dream Cum True - Part 3

The Underwear When I couldn’t find an opportunity to look at him naked, I resorted to the next best thing. The clothes that he had worn. I was forever rooting through the laundry hamper - pulling out his jockeys and undershirts and eventually even his socks. Occasionally, though not often enough, I find things that were still warm from his body and I would be in heaven. I started with

A Daddy Dream Cum True - Part 4

The Bathtub Smelling and sucking on Dad’s dirty clothes was stimulating, but I needed more. I needed to see Dad’s gorgeous naked body and although spying on Dad while he watched TV late at night was fun. I still wasn’t getting to see what I wanted to see most of the time, so I decided to make my own opportunities. I decided to see if I could watch him while he took a bath. The main bathroom

A Daddy Dream Cum True - Part 5

The Shower The basement bathroom presented more of a problem for me. The small window was frosted so there was no way to see in from outside. Even if Dad opened it, which he usually did when he took a dump, it opened from the top on a hinge, so you still couldn’t see anything in the room. This called for something a little more daring. The sink, toilet and shower were lined up along one

A Daddy Dream Cum True - Part 6

Practice As Dad’s hidden magazines got raunchier and raunchier, and the stories in them got hotter and hotter with all kinds of bisexual activity (always two men and a woman) being described, I found smelling Dad’s dirty clothes and watching him virtually every time he got naked (in private, he thought) just wasn’t doing it for me. Oh sure, I still did these things and enjoyed them, but I

A Daddy Dream Cum True - Part 7

Contact Tony and I continued our friendship, and our extra-curricular activities, through junior and senior high school. We decided that we needed to date a little as a cover for our own special relationship, so we did. Usually it was a double date. We rarely dated the same girl more twice, except when we switched dates. That got us four dates with just two girls then we’d dump them both.

A Daddy Dream Cum True - Part 8

Finally... The Dream Comes True I graduated high school when I was 18. I had known I was gay since I was ten and had been lusting after my Dad since then. My best friend and lover, Tony, and I had made a plan that would hopefully result in each of us having sex with our respective fathers before grad night was over. The tradition in the small town that I grew up in was an after-grad keg

A Night To Remember

I grew up resenting my younger sister. It wasn’t always that way and it wasn’t that I didn’t like her or didn’t get along with her – in fact we were best friends. We did everything together. Sure we fought, but the fights were short-lived and quickly forgotten. But I resented her sometimes. I couldn’t figure out why for a long time, but I realized that it had something to do with my father. He

Full Circle With Dad

I have always had the ‘hots’ for my father and sought every opportunity to see him without his clothes. My first recollection of being turned on by Dad’s body is about age 10. Whether he just had his shirt off, or was wearing shorts, or better yet, in his Jockeys or Speedo, or in his half-open bathrobe, I absolutely drooled over his body. I had never seen him completely nude, but a boy can

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