I haven't slept in my own bed since the day Dad and I went to the lake a week ago. Do blow jobs count as making love? That seems like such a stupid question. I think it does. I've been practically worshiping my Dad's cock since my first taste. I swear I'm literally addicted to wrapping my lips around his head and feeling it harden in my mouth. I've seemed to have adapted quickly to accommodating his thickness. My jaws don't even ache anymore. And I'm two inches shy of fitting his whole eight inches down my throat.
Fuck his whole body is amazing. It's a walking contradiction. His muscles are so firm and rock hard when he flexes, yet when he's holding me, it's the softest place on earth. I think I've developed a hair fetish or something because I can't stop touching the soft pelt on his chest and stomach. I find myself falling asleep at night while running my fingers through it.
I fingered him the other night. Like for real, not just rubbing my tips around his puckered hole. I was three deep while he was fucking my throat. It was so amazing. I came just from my cock rubbing against his leg. He was pulling my hair, not to cause pain, but because he needed something to hold on to. I didn't mind. I mean it did hurt, but it just added to how hot I already was. He came so hard that night. He passed out like two minutes after he shot a huge load into my mouth. He was snoring before I even finished cleaning his cock with my tongue.
I'm sitting on the floor in my room thinking how things have changed with us. I never thought this would happen. I just wanted us to be close again. But now...now I love him more than I thought possible. He's really everything to me. I had my head in my hands when Dad walked in. I didn't even hear him come up.
"Hey baby boy," he whispered as he sat next to me by the bed. He immediately put his arms around me and held me tightly.
"Hey Dad," I was tired. My head hurt.
"Wanna tell me about it?" he said, trying to keep his voice free of worry.
"I got my college welcome packet in the mail today."
"And that's got you sad? I thought you were looking forward to school."
"I was. But that was before. Before us," my voice cracked. I was trying to hold it in.
"Oh JJ, that's no reason to be sad. It's not like we're never going to see each other. And trust me, when you get there, you'll meet so many people you'll probably hardly miss your old man," he joked.
I sat up and looked at him, "Dad do you have any idea how I feel about you? I love you."
"I know baby, I love you too," he touched my face.
"No Dad, I'm in love with you."
"I know baby. I know," he took my lips softly. "My heart is yours John Jr. But I still don't want you to be upset about going away to school. I know we won't see each other every weekend, but it'll be often, I promise."
"I'm just scared. I've never felt like this before."
"Listen, you don't have to hurt yourself thinking about this now. We have some months yet to work things out. Let's get you through graduation next week at least, huh?"
