At Home with My Dad

This continues the story of Ben and his Dad, Gary, from the series 'on Holiday with My Dad' and their adventures now that they are back home.

Coming back from holiday is never fun. You leave behind the sun, beach and relaxation, for grey skies, work and boredom.

This time was even worse, because I'd just spent two weeks in the sun with my Dad and had a great time.

I never knew my Dad growing up, but I'd tracked him down a few years ago when I was an adult and we became friends, which during the holiday had changed to something else.

He turned out to be the best lover I've ever had and I'd been fucked by his big thick cock every day of the holiday.

We hadn't spoken about how things would be once we were back home, but I wasn't sure that we could continue in the same way.

In Spain, we were just Gary and Ben, friends and lovers, up for some holiday fun.

Here we were father and son, known to friends and family, so more difficult to carry on the same sexual relationship.

We'd only been back a few days and I was missing him already.

Missing the sex, obviously, but also just being around him, being naked together, admiring his fit muscled body and sharing our days and nights, not to mention sharing a couple of hot Spanish men.

Anyway tomorrow was Saturday, our day for morning coffee and I was really looking forward to seeing him.

Saturday morning, I stood on his doorstep, about to ring the bell and suddenly felt nervous, like the first time I came here three years ago.

I pushed the button and the door quickly opened.

There stood my Dad, looking sexy in his favourite black t-shirt and faded denims that showed off his considerable bulge.

Just for a moment, I couldn't speak, but Dad held the door wide open with a smile on his face.

"Ben, long time no see, haha. It's been at least 4 days."

"Feels a lot longer, Dad."

We went through to the kitchen and chatted about day to day stuff, while Dad started to make coffee, just like he did before we went away.

Is that how it was going to be?

Dad seemed to be slightly nervous, as we talked about the weather and work, etc, but while we waited for the kettle to boil, I couldn't stand it any longer.

I walked across and put my arms around him.

"I've missed you, Dad."

His arms came up and he held me tight.

"Same here, son."

His voice was full of emotion, as he crushed me to him. He was also aroused, his erection pressing against my leg. I put my hand down between us and felt the hardness of his thick shaft.

I immediately knelt in front of him, tugging at his jeans so the buttons popped open, revealing his bulging briefs. I buried my face in them, breathing in the smell of him, before putting my hand inside to release his hard cock. Just the sight of it made my hole twitch and I wanted that hard rod inside me again.

I took him in my mouth and gave him a good wet suck, with plenty of saliva, undoing my own jeans at the same time, then I stood up and pulled them down, turning round and displaying my arse.

"Fuck me, Dad."

He made a quiet whimpering noise in his throat.

"Where, bedroom?"

"Here."

I bent over the kitchen table and he rammed his way inside me, till he was right up my back passage, filling me with his thick shaft, then began to thrust against my arse with such a force that I had to hold on to the edge of the table.

This is what I'd been missing, being penetrated by his hard rod and having my hole used by him, stretching me open, as he slammed against my willing arse.

His balls were hitting mine as he increased the speed of his thrusts and the table started to rattle each time he pounded into my hole.

"That's it, Dad, ride my arse."

His breathing was ragged as he fucked like a crazy man, holding on to my hips and ramming his eight inches of hard cock as far inside me as he could get.

I needed to get his seed in me, to feel it spewing out of his cock and flooding my back passage, something I hadn't had for days.

"Breed me, Dad. Fill me."

He moaned and with a loud roar, he tensed up and sent his thick white cum shooting up me, so powerful that I could almost feel it travelling up my back passage.

I'd almost forgotten how amazing that felt and how carried away he got sometimes, when it seemed like he wanted to possess me.

He held on to me, as he rested across my back and I could feel his heart beating. After that hectic fuck, we needed time to recover.

When we eventually tidied ourselves up and sat down to coffee and croissants, Dad was quiet for a while, concentrating on his food, then suddenly looked up.

"I wasn't sure you'd want that to continue when we got back home."

"Why would you think that?"

"Well, I still think I might be messing up your life. Stopping you finding a partner and stuff."

"Dad I'm an adult and can decide for myself. We're good together."

That brought an evil grin to his face.

"Oh yes, we're definitely good together."

"Right then, that's sorted."

We finished our elevenses, which were now more like lunch and moved to the sofa, where we sat together, legs touching and Dad with his arm around the back of the seat, his hand resting on my neck.

There was a rugby match on the TV, which we watched for a while, Dad bringing beers and snacks at half time, but I was really aware of this sexy man sitting inches from me.

However, I was content to wait, because if I knew my Dad, he would soon be ready to go again.

When the rugby finished, Dad turned to me, his hand on my thigh.

"Do you want to stay tonight?"

I nodded, nothing would make me happier than another night in bed, next to my Dad.

So that took the pressure off a bit, we had all day and night now.

It didn't stop his hand wandering from my thigh to my crotch and cupping my bulge though. He came in for a kiss.

"I'll cook later, then we can fuck again, but first how about a blow job from your Dad in the meantime?"

"Yes please Dad."

He got on his knees in front of me and unzipped my jeans, freeing my cock from my underwear.

Just the sight of my handsome father kneeling between my legs ready to suck my cock, was enough to get me rock hard and leaking.

I watched as he lowered his head and tasted my precum with the tip of his tongue, before the whole length of my shaft slowly disappeared between his lips and I could feel the head of my cock hit the back of his throat.

He sucked the same way as he fucked, sliding his mouth frantically up and down my rigid tool, desperate to get my hot cum inside him.

I began to buck my hips, wanting to give him what he craved, my cock slamming into his waiting mouth.

His eyes started to water, but he kept up the suction on my shaft, one hand on the base of my cock, the other inside my shirt, teasing my nipples.

When he gave one of my nipples a hard twist, I exploded in his mouth, my load hitting the back of his throat, flooding his mouth and trickling down his chin.

I lay there and watched as he licked up and down my cock before moving to my balls, to get all the cum that escaped.

He looked up at me, his eyes full of lust.

"You taste good, Ben."

I ruffled his hair, as he came up for a cum flavoured kiss and I could taste my own cock on his lips.

He stood up, his erection obvious and I put my hand on his bulge.

"It's ok, Ben. It'll keep for now, but I will fuck the hell out of your arse later."

"Can't wait, Dad."

As Dad got busy in the kitchen, I realised that despite my weekly visits, I had only ever seen lounge, kitchen and bathroom in his house, so went for an explore.

His bedroom was very masculine, with a huge super king bed, that I would be sharing with him tonight. There were also mirrored doors on the wardrobe running alongside the bed, which I thought could prove interesting.

The other room was set up as a home gym, with a full set of weights, rowing machine and a treadmill.

Although it was very tidy, lying on the floor beside the rowing machine, were a pair of flimsy yellow shorts.

I picked them up and buried my face in the silky material.

They were slightly damp and the smell of my Dad's cologne, sweat and cock were all mixed together in them. As I held them up in front of me, I could imagine his thick cock stretching them out, every vein of his shaft and his knob head able to be seen through the thin material.

I sat on the rowing machine, brought them to my nose and had a deep sniff, my hand sliding down the waistband of my jeans to play with my cock.

I was so fixed on what I was doing, that it took me a while to notice Dad leaning against the door with an amused look on his face.

"I think you're a dirty boy, Ben, but I already knew that."

He took the shorts away from me.

"Get your hand off your cock. Dinner's ready."

"Spoilsport."

We ate Dad's signature pasta with vodka and cream sauce, alongside crisp garlicky bread and a bottle of wine.

Sitting at the table for ages, finishing the wine, we talked about our holiday adventures and the two hot Spanish men that we'd befriended there, Miguel and Felipe.

"We need to go back again, Dad. We did promise."

"Yes, you're probably dying for Felipe's cock inside you again."

"There's only one cock I want inside me."

He pretended not to know what I meant and began to tidy up. I followed him to the sink with a couple of plates and he grabbed me from behind, his groin close to my behind.

I felt his semi stiff cock, as he rubbed himself against me.

"Whose cock do you want Ben?"

I pushed back into him.

"Yours, Dad, I want your big cock."

"Right answer, my son."

He ground his hips against me and I could feel his erection growing between my cheeks, as he bent over and kissed my neck, sucking on the tender skin, making me crazy.

"Take me to bed Dad."

Naked on the bed, I lay face down and moaned softly, as Dad rimmed my hole. Better still, I could watch him in the mirrored doors of the wardrobe, spitting on his hand and rubbing it over the head of his cock, before entering me slowly, his thick pole stretching me open.

I was aware of a movement of his hand towards the pillow, then something yellow was pushed against my nose, his sweaty shorts from earlier.

I grabbed them and held them to my face, breathing in the intoxicating odour of man and sweat, excited knowing that my Dad's cock and balls had been held by the thin fabric.

Dad was fucking my arse like a man possessed, his hard rod penetrating balls deep inside me.

I turned my head to the side, so I could see his muscled body in the mirror.

He supported himself on his strong arms, as he used his powerful thighs and glutes to thrust into me.

I took a deep sniff of his shorts.

"You like that don't you, you dirty boy?"

"Yes Dad, they smell of you. They smell like your cock."

He slammed into me and I was in heaven, getting used so hard by him, like nobody had ever done to me before.

I felt a change in his cock and his thrusts and knew I was going to get his huge load any minute.

I gripped his shaft with my arse muscles and he let go, hot cum shooting up my back passage, as he banged against me again and again till he was empty.

He removed the shorts from my face and pulled his cock out of my hole.

I started to protest but looking in the mirror, I watched as he rubbed the shorts over his cock, then shoved his still hard shaft back inside me.

He leant forward and rubbed the shorts in my face. The smell of cum added to what was already on them, almost made me cum without touching myself.

Lying on top of me, he took hold of my hand.

"You ok, Ben?"

"Yeah, that was the hottest fuck yet, Dad."

We went to sleep wrapped up together and in the morning it was no surprise that Dad was ready to go again.

When I opened my eyes, he was lying on his back with the covers thrown off, stroking his morning wood and looking in my direction, waiting for me to wake up.

I crawled across and took him in my mouth, sucking on his lovely thick shaft and playing with his balls.

He gripped my thighs and lifted me up over him, so that my behind was in his face.

Parting my cheeks, he began to use the tip of his tongue to probe my hole, lubricating me with his saliva.

"Sit on my cock, Ben."

I turned round and lowered myself on to his hard rod and when his big knob end penetrated my pucker, I inched my way down till my arse cheeks came in contact with his groin.

In this position, I felt so full, the thickness of his cock stretching my hole open.

I raised my hips slightly intending to bounce on his hard joystick, but Dad started using his powerful thighs to thrust himself off the bed and into my arse hole, slamming against me and sending his cock even further up inside me.

He also wrapped his hand round my cock and stroked me to full erection, as my balls slapped against his groin every time he hammered into me.

"Love being inside you, Ben."

"You feel so big, Dad. Can't wait till you fill my hole with your seed."

That set him off, thrusting fast and furious into me, till he we both came at the same time.

As my arse was filled with spurt after spurt of his hot white stuff, I shot my load all over his chest.

We just grinned at each other.

"You're fucking amazing, Dad. How did you think I would ever give this up?"

"Well I was hoping you wouldn't."

"Never, Dad. I'm yours as long as you want me."

We showered together again and had a leisurely breakfast, before Dad drove me home, on his way to his rugby practise.

Although we'd probably chat or message through the week, we arranged that next weekend, I'd come round on Friday and stay till Sunday morning, which meant more time together.

I was glad that things were going to continue between us, because I just couldn't get enough of my Dad and I knew he felt the same about me, so I was looking forward to many more sex filled weekends ahead.