Fuck my father!
Hi my boys, all beauty? My name is Lucas (real name) and I am from the interior of SP. I'm 22 years old, white, blue eyes and go to gym. I like wearing a beard but I always change, wear cavanhaque, mustache à la Freddie Mercury, moustache with crooked tip (like that cute guy Caio Castro in D. Pedro 's novel). All my stories are true.
My father hasn't been in my life since I was a baby. He and my mother separated when I was only three months old. He went to live with his boyfriend in Boston and my mom raised me without him. He never saw me again, looked for me, didn't even call, sent letters or pigeon mail or smoke signals. He was the right son of a bitch doing that but at least he made me inherit his homosexuality. That was the best gift he could have given me.
When I turned 22 (in May this year) my father's husband came to me. His name is Wayne (I found him on Facebook, but there was only a photo of him), and he is very handsome: the typical American guy - tall, blond half gray, blue eyes, beard.
Anyway, Wayne called home on his landline and talked to me. He said he really wanted to meet with me, and if I could go visit them in New Jersey (where my dad and him are living).
I understand if you don't want to see your father, but do not be angry with me. I did everything possible to bring the two of you together because I disagree with what Henri has done. He should not have distanced himself from you. But give me a chance to know you".
What would you do, give it a chance or not?
The next week I was on a plane to New Jersey.
Wayne was waiting for me at the airport, and as soon as I saw him in a black regatta T-shirt with his hairy little collar on my chest, I got all wet.
"Control yourself, he is your father's husband", I said to myself.
He came over to give me a hug and help carry my bags.
"Wow! You're so much bigger than I thought you would be. My God, you look like your father!"
In the car, he talked more than his mouth could handle. Good thing because I didn't know what to say and still had to deal with my nervousness about meeting my dad at least it broke the ice.
We arrived home, and I was delighted with the decor: extremely elegant, full of pictures on the walls, a piano in the corner of the living room, fireplace and candy box at center table.
"Can I have one? I'm starving to death!"
"Afff, you don't even have to ask for it. Of course he can get it. He just doesn't eat much or else he will be hungry by lunchtime".
"You guys are late for lunch, huh?"
"It's just that Henri didn't come home at lunchtime today, and he usually helps me get ready.
"You want some help?"
"Cooking, great! Can you get the eggs for me?"
"Where?"
"There's no egg over there, how am I supposed to make an omelet without it?"
"Oh, do something else", I suggested
"It's just that I was gonna bake a cake later.
"How do you know I like cake?"
"Your mother has spoken"
"My mother spoke? How?"
"I had to ask her permission before talking with you. Imagine: a stranger comes, appears out of nowhere and asks to meet you"
"Well, that's pretty much what happened".
"Anyway, your mother knows where you are and won't be nervous. Well, I am going to the market for eggs and some other things. Will you come with me?"
If you don't mind, can I lie down for a bit?"
"Of course, there's a guest room that I left clean for you".
Thank you.
I went into the bedroom, threw my bags in a corner and took off all of my clothes.
I woke up to a noise, and it was like someone dragging around furniture after they'd bumped into it... so I threw my underwear away and went over to see if Wayne had arrived yet.
I got close to the room and overheard a man's serious conversation on his phone. When that man saw me, he became static.
"I need to hang up", he said, staring at me.
"Hi, how are you?"
"Lucas, is that you?"
"Well, since the last time you saw me I've changed a little bit"
"I know -- I'm sorry. I should have been a better father, more present -- but you wouldn't talk to me any of the times that I called you, so I thought...
"You called me?
"I always called. I told your mother that I was going to see you but she said that you didn't want anything from me. And when I took courage and knocked on the door of her house, she said you were at soccer. Eventually I got discouraged because my son did not want me".
"I... I never knew that. Of course I wanted to meet you". Dad, I've always thought that...
My father hugged me tightly and I felt calmer. He is an imposing man: very strong, with black hair, beard, blue eyes and long eyelashes.
Even though I'm gay, having a child was... there are no words to describe how much I loved you when we met in the maternity ward.
"But why did you leave? Why have you gone to live so far away?"
I finally understood why he didn't raise me, but made it clear that a father-son relationship would be very difficult for us to build.
"Friends then?" he suggested, making a super cute little face.
"Yes, friends", and I gave him a hug.
I spent a week living with my dad and Wayne, and as I said we've been apart for so long that the trust you get from having your father around is something I didn't have with Henri (even though I call him Dad because he is what he is after all) but we became good friends and did lots of things together including sex.
Wayne and I had already become super friends (I think it's because he was the first person that I met) and he gave me total freedom. Wayne is a photographer, and he got called to cover a wedding so he would be back very late. I stayed home alone with my father.
After the movie, my dad started asking me questions about girls.
"Dad, I'm gay" is what they say.
He didn't seem surprised. Instead, he was moved. I think he got excited about being gay and having a gay son -- I don't know; all I knew is that he asked me lots of questions about boys and sex. It wasn't weird to talk with him because I saw him not as my father but as an older friend. I came closer and put my legs in his lap, and he wrapped his arm around my shoulder.
That conversation about men and sex, mixed with wine made me horny. I took advantage of the fact that we were so close and kissed him on his cheek, feeling his beard under my lips. My father looked into my eyes and gave a kiss to my forehead. I smiled slightly and it was enough for him to take hold of my chin and give me a kiss on the mouth. I responded to the kiss by opening up my lips and letting him penetrate my mouth with his tongue. I could feel the soft touch of his language in mine, and the rough touch of its beard scratching at my skin. He would run his fingers all over my face and neck, and I'd feel a burning sensation wherever he touched me.
He pulled his lips away from mine, eyes closed and whispered:
"Ever since I saw you in your underwear that day,
"I'm all yours, come and get me".
He ran after me trying to take off my clothes but I pushed his hands away, struggling as a joke, kissing his mouth. Arriving in the room, I took off his shirt and passed my hands over his strong hairy trunk. The same thing he did with me, taking off my t-shirt and kissing my neck. I dipped my fingers into his hair and he grabbed me on his lap while kissing me. Delicately he carried me to bed and laid me down, climbing up on top of me, hugging me tightly. I felt his arms around me and got excited: I popped my hands inside his trousers and felt his penis hard, pulsing. I opened the zipper and pulled down my pants and underwear, and he helped me get it off by throwing everything on the floor, getting naked all over me.
"Where's the underwear?" he asked.
"I didn't use it today".
"Safe and sound"
"I pulled you"
And he kissed me, rubbing his dick on mine. He took our sticks with one hand and started masturbating. I would run my hands across her breastplate clutching at her nipples twirling around in delight. My father's tongue traveled over my face, neck, chest, abdomen and reached into my cock. He shoved it all down my mouth making a deep throat for the first time. He sucked my cock, licking its little head up to the balls, looking at me and getting more excited every day. I stretched out my legs and felt his boobs against my toes then began scrubbing my finger onto his tits.
After sucking me around a lot, my dad kissed me and stood up. I opened my mouth and he stuck his big fat dick in it almost choking me to death. He fucked my mouth like an asshole, and I was drooling too much on his cock.
"Damn, what a huge cock", I said.
"Go fuck yourself really hot".
"But I'm going to eat you first", I said, standing up and putting my four-legged dad on the edge of the bed. Laminated his ass and made it well drooling. I put my dick in the doorway and forced. When he entered the little head, my father moaned and I kept forcing until the whole stick went inside.
"Damn, what a delightful son I have".
"I'll eat you whenever I want, Daddy".
"I'm a little daddy with a break"
"Shut up, sweetie. Let me eat you".
"That's it, eat your father.
I fucked hard like he asked me to, and my dick was all peeled off.
Then it was his turn to eat me, and when he started penetrating that big dick of mine I realized not only my cock would be peeled off but what a huge fucking penis.
We did it in various positions, four-way, roast chicken, horseback riding, standing up... we swapped 69's and even double penetration with a plastic penis that my dad bought to spice up sex with Wayne.
My dad is really hot.
When it was time to make fun of me, he made fun inside my ass and I felt strong jets of hot semen wanting to drip out.
We kissed and took a shower together, he's fucking hot with his hair wet so...
We didn't even go to sleep that night, we just watched a movie until Wayne came home about 3:30 in the morning.
I went into the bedroom, and after about 15 minutes, I heard my dad moaning in the next room probably playing Wayne on his ass.
The next morning during coffee, my father looked more cheerful wearing only a bathrobe with his hair wet. Wayne, also in the bathing robe and wet hair (because they shower together), would help prepare coffee by occasionally kissing Dad's mouth.
I, while making waffles and bacon looking at that couple in love had no idea what this new day would bring me.
And what about my beautiful boys, did you enjoy it?
I'm happy to say that I am meeting some of you through Facebook, and those who want to add me as a friend can just text me.
There's more to this story, so comment and vote a lot.
Kisses and until the next story.
A little picture of me so you guys can jerk off thinking about me.
My father hasn't been in my life since I was a baby. He and my mother separated when I was only three months old. He went to live with his boyfriend in Boston and my mom raised me without him. He never saw me again, looked for me, didn't even call, sent letters or pigeon mail or smoke signals. He was the right son of a bitch doing that but at least he made me inherit his homosexuality. That was the best gift he could have given me.
When I turned 22 (in May this year) my father's husband came to me. His name is Wayne (I found him on Facebook, but there was only a photo of him), and he is very handsome: the typical American guy - tall, blond half gray, blue eyes, beard.
Anyway, Wayne called home on his landline and talked to me. He said he really wanted to meet with me, and if I could go visit them in New Jersey (where my dad and him are living).
I understand if you don't want to see your father, but do not be angry with me. I did everything possible to bring the two of you together because I disagree with what Henri has done. He should not have distanced himself from you. But give me a chance to know you".
What would you do, give it a chance or not?
The next week I was on a plane to New Jersey.
Wayne was waiting for me at the airport, and as soon as I saw him in a black regatta T-shirt with his hairy little collar on my chest, I got all wet.
"Control yourself, he is your father's husband", I said to myself.
He came over to give me a hug and help carry my bags.
"Wow! You're so much bigger than I thought you would be. My God, you look like your father!"
In the car, he talked more than his mouth could handle. Good thing because I didn't know what to say and still had to deal with my nervousness about meeting my dad at least it broke the ice.
We arrived home, and I was delighted with the decor: extremely elegant, full of pictures on the walls, a piano in the corner of the living room, fireplace and candy box at center table.
"Can I have one? I'm starving to death!"
"Afff, you don't even have to ask for it. Of course he can get it. He just doesn't eat much or else he will be hungry by lunchtime".
"You guys are late for lunch, huh?"
"It's just that Henri didn't come home at lunchtime today, and he usually helps me get ready.
"You want some help?"
"Cooking, great! Can you get the eggs for me?"
"Where?"
"There's no egg over there, how am I supposed to make an omelet without it?"
"Oh, do something else", I suggested
"It's just that I was gonna bake a cake later.
"How do you know I like cake?"
"Your mother has spoken"
"My mother spoke? How?"
"I had to ask her permission before talking with you. Imagine: a stranger comes, appears out of nowhere and asks to meet you"
"Well, that's pretty much what happened".
"Anyway, your mother knows where you are and won't be nervous. Well, I am going to the market for eggs and some other things. Will you come with me?"
If you don't mind, can I lie down for a bit?"
"Of course, there's a guest room that I left clean for you".
Thank you.
I went into the bedroom, threw my bags in a corner and took off all of my clothes.
I woke up to a noise, and it was like someone dragging around furniture after they'd bumped into it... so I threw my underwear away and went over to see if Wayne had arrived yet.
I got close to the room and overheard a man's serious conversation on his phone. When that man saw me, he became static.
"I need to hang up", he said, staring at me.
"Hi, how are you?"
"Lucas, is that you?"
"Well, since the last time you saw me I've changed a little bit"
"I know -- I'm sorry. I should have been a better father, more present -- but you wouldn't talk to me any of the times that I called you, so I thought...
"You called me?
"I always called. I told your mother that I was going to see you but she said that you didn't want anything from me. And when I took courage and knocked on the door of her house, she said you were at soccer. Eventually I got discouraged because my son did not want me".
"I... I never knew that. Of course I wanted to meet you". Dad, I've always thought that...
My father hugged me tightly and I felt calmer. He is an imposing man: very strong, with black hair, beard, blue eyes and long eyelashes.
Even though I'm gay, having a child was... there are no words to describe how much I loved you when we met in the maternity ward.
"But why did you leave? Why have you gone to live so far away?"
I finally understood why he didn't raise me, but made it clear that a father-son relationship would be very difficult for us to build.
"Friends then?" he suggested, making a super cute little face.
"Yes, friends", and I gave him a hug.
I spent a week living with my dad and Wayne, and as I said we've been apart for so long that the trust you get from having your father around is something I didn't have with Henri (even though I call him Dad because he is what he is after all) but we became good friends and did lots of things together including sex.
Wayne and I had already become super friends (I think it's because he was the first person that I met) and he gave me total freedom. Wayne is a photographer, and he got called to cover a wedding so he would be back very late. I stayed home alone with my father.
After the movie, my dad started asking me questions about girls.
"Dad, I'm gay" is what they say.
He didn't seem surprised. Instead, he was moved. I think he got excited about being gay and having a gay son -- I don't know; all I knew is that he asked me lots of questions about boys and sex. It wasn't weird to talk with him because I saw him not as my father but as an older friend. I came closer and put my legs in his lap, and he wrapped his arm around my shoulder.
That conversation about men and sex, mixed with wine made me horny. I took advantage of the fact that we were so close and kissed him on his cheek, feeling his beard under my lips. My father looked into my eyes and gave a kiss to my forehead. I smiled slightly and it was enough for him to take hold of my chin and give me a kiss on the mouth. I responded to the kiss by opening up my lips and letting him penetrate my mouth with his tongue. I could feel the soft touch of his language in mine, and the rough touch of its beard scratching at my skin. He would run his fingers all over my face and neck, and I'd feel a burning sensation wherever he touched me.
He pulled his lips away from mine, eyes closed and whispered:
"Ever since I saw you in your underwear that day,
"I'm all yours, come and get me".
He ran after me trying to take off my clothes but I pushed his hands away, struggling as a joke, kissing his mouth. Arriving in the room, I took off his shirt and passed my hands over his strong hairy trunk. The same thing he did with me, taking off my t-shirt and kissing my neck. I dipped my fingers into his hair and he grabbed me on his lap while kissing me. Delicately he carried me to bed and laid me down, climbing up on top of me, hugging me tightly. I felt his arms around me and got excited: I popped my hands inside his trousers and felt his penis hard, pulsing. I opened the zipper and pulled down my pants and underwear, and he helped me get it off by throwing everything on the floor, getting naked all over me.
"Where's the underwear?" he asked.
"I didn't use it today".
"Safe and sound"
"I pulled you"
And he kissed me, rubbing his dick on mine. He took our sticks with one hand and started masturbating. I would run my hands across her breastplate clutching at her nipples twirling around in delight. My father's tongue traveled over my face, neck, chest, abdomen and reached into my cock. He shoved it all down my mouth making a deep throat for the first time. He sucked my cock, licking its little head up to the balls, looking at me and getting more excited every day. I stretched out my legs and felt his boobs against my toes then began scrubbing my finger onto his tits.
After sucking me around a lot, my dad kissed me and stood up. I opened my mouth and he stuck his big fat dick in it almost choking me to death. He fucked my mouth like an asshole, and I was drooling too much on his cock.
"Damn, what a huge cock", I said.
"Go fuck yourself really hot".
"But I'm going to eat you first", I said, standing up and putting my four-legged dad on the edge of the bed. Laminated his ass and made it well drooling. I put my dick in the doorway and forced. When he entered the little head, my father moaned and I kept forcing until the whole stick went inside.
"Damn, what a delightful son I have".
"I'll eat you whenever I want, Daddy".
"I'm a little daddy with a break"
"Shut up, sweetie. Let me eat you".
"That's it, eat your father.
I fucked hard like he asked me to, and my dick was all peeled off.
Then it was his turn to eat me, and when he started penetrating that big dick of mine I realized not only my cock would be peeled off but what a huge fucking penis.
We did it in various positions, four-way, roast chicken, horseback riding, standing up... we swapped 69's and even double penetration with a plastic penis that my dad bought to spice up sex with Wayne.
My dad is really hot.
When it was time to make fun of me, he made fun inside my ass and I felt strong jets of hot semen wanting to drip out.
We kissed and took a shower together, he's fucking hot with his hair wet so...
We didn't even go to sleep that night, we just watched a movie until Wayne came home about 3:30 in the morning.
I went into the bedroom, and after about 15 minutes, I heard my dad moaning in the next room probably playing Wayne on his ass.
The next morning during coffee, my father looked more cheerful wearing only a bathrobe with his hair wet. Wayne, also in the bathing robe and wet hair (because they shower together), would help prepare coffee by occasionally kissing Dad's mouth.
I, while making waffles and bacon looking at that couple in love had no idea what this new day would bring me.
And what about my beautiful boys, did you enjoy it?
I'm happy to say that I am meeting some of you through Facebook, and those who want to add me as a friend can just text me.
There's more to this story, so comment and vote a lot.
Kisses and until the next story.
A little picture of me so you guys can jerk off thinking about me.
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