When My Dad Became My Lodger

For the last five weeks my Dad has been staying at my flat, ever since he had a serious row with my Mum, which resulted in him moving out. They married when they were both 21 and I came along a year later, which means they've been together over 26 years, so I'm not sure what's gone wrong.

He'd no immediate place to go, so I offered to let him stay with me, thinking that whatever it was would blow over and he'd be back home in a week.

That hasn't happened and neither he nor my Mum will tell me what its about.

It's not a disaster having my Dad here and we're getting on well enough, even if things are a bit cramped.

He's sleeping on the sofa bed in my small bedroom that I occasionally use as an office, surrounded by all his stuff in boxes on the floor, which can't be that comfortable but he's not complaining.

It was a bit awkward at first but now we've settled into a routine which works for both of us.

He's a handsome man my Dad and it's where I get my dark Latin looks from. He dresses well and keeps himself fit, with hardly any belly to speak of. I hope I look like he does when I'm in my forties as well.

I've also noticed a few things about my Dad that I never picked up on when I lived at home.

He's very tidy and my flat has never looked neater.

He's also a pretty good cook and because he finishes work earlier than me, most nights I come home to a cooked meal, which is a change from my usual diet.

The other thing I noticed was when he was standing in the bathroom shaving, with the door open, that my Dad has a great arse.

He was standing there with his back to me, with only his briefs on and I found myself looking at how the white cotton was stretched by his round firm cheeks.

In fact his whole body was in good condition for a man in his late forties, but his arse was the thing that stood out.

I looked up to find him watching me in the mirror.

"Sorry Charlie, I always forget to close the door. Your mother is forever giving me grief for it."

"No problem, Dad. It's only you and me."

I walked away but I was slightly embarrassed that he'd caught me staring at his arse.

Not that he has a problem with me being gay or anything, it just felt wrong somehow.

Over the next week I got a few more glimpses of that arse as I passed the bathroom in the morning, always encased in white briefs, as he completed his shave.

I began to wonder why I'd never noticed it before and why I was looking at it all all. He was my Dad for pity's sake. Still it was a very tempting arse and he probably didn't even realise it.

There was one problem with my Dad living with me however and that was that I was a bit reticent about bringing guys back, so if I struck lucky on a Friday night, I opted to go to their place. I never stayed over though, but always made my way home.

This Friday was different. I'd been chatting up the barman in the club for a while and tonight looked like it was going to turn into something.

Calum was small, dark haired and sexy, especially in his tight black trousers that clung to his bum, so when he suggested I wait till he finished up, I was really keen.

Unfortunately he lived at home with his parents, but I wasn't going to pass up the chance of fucking his cute behind, so brought him home.

Before we went in, I explained about sharing with my Dad, so we'd have to be quiet.

As soon as we entered my bedroom, he was all over me, unbuttoning my shirt and kissing my neck at the same time, before moving on to my zipper and getting his hand inside my jeans to fondle my cock. This guy was really keen.

Using my foot, I gave the door a shove. It didn't quite close, but I was in no mood to stop.

Soon we were both naked and I had him lying face down on the bed, while I straddled him, kneading his cute little arse before spreading his cheeks to expose his rosy pink hole.

I bent down and touched his pucker with the tip of my tongue, which made him groan, then proceeded to lick and probe him, till he was begging for my cock.

Slowly I pushed my thick 8 ins rod against his moist hole, stretching him open, nudging inside him inch by inch till we were skin to skin and his arse muscles took a grip of my shaft.

As I began to thrust inside him, he buried his head in the pillow to muffle the noise he was making, which I was grateful for, with my Dad through the wall.

Then as I carried on fucking, a strange thought entered my head, as I imagined that it was my Dad's muscled arse I was fucking.

I shook the image away and concentrated on the sexy young guy underneath me, who was obviously enjoying what I was doing by the noises coming from the pillow.

I slammed into his hole, my body slapping against his arse cheeks, my cock penetrating deep inside him as I increased the speed of my thrusts.

Somewhere behind me I was aware of a slight creaking noise and I hesitated just for a minute, but everything was quiet.

I got back to fucking Calum, my hips moving in a steady rhythm as I ploughed his arse.

Any minute now I was going to blow and Calum started whispering to me.

"Come on Charlie, fill my arse. I want to feel your cum inside me."

One final thrust sent a huge stream of cum shooting up Calum's back passage and he let out a sigh, while I collapsed on top of him.

We lay like that, contented, till I crawled off him and sat up ready to go clean up.

That's when I noticed the door was more open than I remembered and my first thought was hoping that Dad hadn't been up to the toilet or anything. Was that the creaking noise I'd heard?

Having my Dad see me fuck a guy was not something I wanted to happen and probably not a thing he would want to see either.

Half an hour later, I let Calum out and went back to bed.

In the morning I was lying awake, grateful for the fact it was Saturday and I didn't have to get up, when I heard a noise coming through the wall from Dad's room, a steady creaking noise.

It took me a while to realise what I was hearing, until it dawned on me that it was the springs of the sofa bed and my Dad was having an early morning wank.

I lay there listening as the rhythm of the creaking springs got faster and faster, then stopped and I swear I could hear a big sigh through the wall.

A couple of minutes later, he got up and went to the bathroom, then I heard the shower running.

I stayed where I was till he went through to the kitchen, then got on with my own shower and shave.

When I came into the kitchen Dad was sitting at the table drinking coffee.

"Morning Charlie, you sleep okay?"

"Good thanks, you?"

"Like a baby, Charlie."

"You weren't up in the night by any chance? I thought I heard you."

I was looking for signs of guilt, but he just shook his head.

"No, slept right through."

I wasn't totally convinced, but he seemed quite chipper this morning, no doubt down to jerking off before he got up.

The following Friday, I was going for my usual night out and for a change, Dad was meeting work colleagues for a drink, which I thought would do him good to get out of the house for a while.

I didn't hook up with anyone and I was home by midnight.

The flat was in darkness, so I wasn't sure if Dad was home or not.

I got undressed before going to clean my teeth and on the way back, noticed that Dad's door was slightly open.

I peeked in and as the light fell across the sofabed, I almost gasped out loud.

Dad was lying face down on the sofa bed completely naked, the quilt in a heap on the floor.

I bent down to pick it up, intending to cover him with it, but my eyes were drawn to his arse.

The light from the hall played across two firm globes of muscle and I couldn't resist reaching out to touch. His skin felt smooth and warm as I ran my hand over one cheek then the other.

He didn't stir so I felt bold enough to climb onto the bed and slowly caress his behind, enjoying how it felt beneath my hands.

Dad's eyes were still shut and there was no sign that he was waking up, so I slowly parted his cheeks to reveal his brown pucker, the sight of it bringing my cock to full erection.

I'd stopped thinking about whether this was wrong, or what would happen if he woke up, but released a mouthful of spit, that landed between his arse cheeks and slowly ran down over his hole.

I gently ran my finger down his wet crack and rubbed gently against his pucker.

That's when Dad stirred slightly and murmured

"Mmm, nice"

I immediately sat up, ready to run, but suddenly Dad's eyes flew open and his hand came back to grab my wrist.

"Don't go Charlie."

He looked straight at me, a look on his face I'd never seen before.

"I want you to fuck me."

Phew, I wasn't sure what was happening, but I wanted him real bad

"You sure about this Dad?"

He just nodded his head and spread his legs, giving me a tantalising glimpse of his hole.

Pulling his cheeks apart, I put my tongue between them to do what I'd wanted to do earlier, probe and eat out his hole.

His hands were gripping the pillow and he was squirming around, his breath coming in shallow gasps.

When I thought I'd teased him enough, I lined up my cock with his wet, twitching hole and pushed.

Surprisingly, I entered easily, making me think that this wasn't the first time that my Dad had taken a cock up his arse.

As I thrust against him, Dad began moaning.

"Have I got the whole thing, Charlie?"

"Yep, the whole 8 ins Dad."

"Feels fucking amazing. Pound my hole son."

I obliged, thrusting forwards, ramming my hard shaft as far as I could get inside him until the springs on the sofabed were protesting and the whole thing was shaking.

He was loving it though and as I watched my dick slide in and out of his hole, stretching him open, all the time I was thinking, 'this is my Dad I'm fucking' and it made me even harder.

His breathing started to get ragged and he was muttering under his breath, stuff I couldn't make out, then he turned his head to look at me.

"Come in me, Charlie."

As my cock slid back inside him one more time and my balls slapped against him, I felt the cum rising and had that wonderful feeling you get when you know you're about to release your load.

My cock erupted, hot cum shooting up his back passage, one, two, three huge jets one after the other, which left me drained, my balls empty.

All the time, Dad had been going 'fuck' over and over again, then when I was finished, he stretched his hand round so he could feel how my cock was buried in his arse.

I couldn't move, I was so overcome by the intensity of my orgasm and what had just happened.

Eventually my cock went soft and fell out of his hole, so I sat back.

Dad turned over and looked at me, a stupid grin on his face.

"You okay, Dad?"

"More than okay, Charlie. My arse feels like it's taken a hammering though."

"Sorry about that."

"That wasn't a complaint."

We smiled at each other. I had questions, but first we should clean up.

Afterwards, I suggested that Dad climb into bed with me so we could chat, because I wanted to know what was going on with him.

As we lay side by side, I looked across at my Dad, who it had to be said was looking very relaxed.

"Ok Dad, what just happened there?"

He was quiet for a minute then turned towards me.

"I'll explain as long as you don't think bad about me."

"Considering I've just enjoyed your arse, I don't think that's going to happen, do you?"

So he told me what led up to me fucking him.

Apparently just before I'd moved away from home, he had been in my room tidying up and decided to put on the TV while he worked.

What he found was a porn dvd, that I'd left in the machine and curiosity got the better of him.

He watched two guys fucking and became fascinated watching the guy's cock disappear up the other guy's arse, wondering what it would feel like to have his hole filled.

He began experimenting with his fingers, then a banana, till eventually he bought himself a butt plug and began to wear it around the house and even a couple of times at work. Still in the back of his head was that little niggle that he wanted to experience a real cock, but he was too nervous to do anything about it, until he moved in with me.

I listened while he poured all this out, not looking at me, till he came to a stop.

"I've got a confession to make, Charlie. I was watching you fuck that guy last weekend and that's when I realized that I wanted your big cock inside me."

I had a feeling he'd been watching, even though he'd denied it at the time.

"What made you think I'd be up for it?"

A big grin crossed his face.

"I saw you staring at my arse in the bathroom a couple of times and I thought you might be tempted."

"So I was set up tonight, then?"

"Yes I was awake the whole time."

I rolled over on top of him and pinned him to the bed.

"I didn't know I had such a devious man for a father."

He just gave me a sly grin.

"So what are we going to do about this, Charlie?"

"Well for a start you better move into my bed, if you want to get your arse fucked regularly."

"Well that's the best news I've had for ages, that sofa bed is killing my back."

"Ha, you might not be so keen by the time I'm finished with you."

"Don't make promises you can't keep, my boy."

There were other questions I wanted the answers to, but I thought they could wait till morning, so I just rolled off him.

"We'll see about that, but time to sleep I think."

After what had happened I didn't think I'd sleep easily, but next thing I knew, it was 7.30 and the sun was shining through the curtains.

Dad looked like he was still asleep, his back towards me.

Again I went over in my head what had happened between us last night and wondered if this was the actual reason for the split between my Mum and Dad.

Fucking my Dad had been so hot and I found myself getting hard just thinking about being inside him.

I pulled down the sheet, revealing his beautiful arse, admiring the round muscled contours of his cheeks.

Reaching into the bedside cabinet, I found a bottle of lube and squirted some on to my fingers, then inserted them one at a time into his hole, till I had three inside him, poking and exploring, stretching him open.

Dad was still quiet but I knew he was awake by the tension in his body, as I fucked his arse with my rigid fingers.

Because I was enjoying myself, he took me by surprise when he spoke.

"I'm ready for your cock now, Charlie."

As I slid inside him, I put my hand round and held on to his erect cock, then began to fuck his arse hard with strong thrusts of my hips.

I knew now that he could take a good ramming, so didn't hold back, but slammed against him with enough force that his shaft was being jerked by my hand with every thrust and the feel of his warm hard cock was a real turn on.

What I was doing to him was turning Dad on too.

"That's it Charlie, ram that cock up my arse."

"You like this don't you, Dad."

"I fucking love it."

I could see my cock stretching his hole open every time I thrust inside him, before my body banged against his and my hand gripped his veiny shaft tighter as I jerked him in time to the rhythm of my hips.

Switching position slightly, I must have hit his prostate, because he gave a loud yell and a massive rope of cum escaped from his cock and flew across the room, hitting the wardrobe door.

Seeing that thick white cream slide down the mirror was so hot that I lost it and filled Dad's hole with my load, jerking against him as my hot cum erupted with a force that sent it shooting far up inside him.

I took my hand off his softening cock and laid it on his chest. He immediately covered it with one of his own.

"Thanks Charlie, that's exactly what I needed."

"What a cock up your arse again?"

"Well maybe my son's cock up my arse if I'm being honest."

That surprised me. I thought he just needed his hole taken care of by a big cock, not necessarily mine.

"So what are you telling me, Dad? Are you saying you've been lusting after my cock for a while?"

"I think I might have been actually, but it wasn't till I saw you fuck that guy, that I realised it."

Phew! I wasn't sure what to make of that and thought that we really needed to have a conversation about this, but maybe away from the bedroom, where the closeness of his naked body would distract me somewhat.

Over breakfast, I was the first one to bring the subject up.

"So is this why you and Mum had a bust up?"

"We weren't getting on that well anyway, but I just made things worse. I stupidly forgot to delete my browsing history on the laptop and she found I'd been looking on Amazon for dildos and watching gay videos."

I could imagine my Mum's reaction to that. First her son comes out, then she finds her husband has an interest in gay sex.

"I tried to tell her I wasn't gay and that I only was curious about how it felt to have something up inside me"

"Did she believe you?"

"No, she wasn't having it."

"I'm not surprised, that was pretty lame, Dad."

He had the grace to agree, but thought that after all these years together, they could discuss anything. He was wrong.

"Anyway we ended up having a massive argument and she said I had to leave for a while, till she thought things through."

Turned out that despite meeting up with my Mum three times, she still wasn't sure if she wanted him back.

I understood her point of view, because although my Mum is great, she is slightly prudish about sex and I remembered when I was a kid and sex scenes came on the TV, she would always change the channel, even when I was a teenager.

So Dad continues to stay with me and I give him what he wants in the bedroom, his son's thick cock inside him, pounding his hole.

He does spend some time with my Mum and I think she is gradually coming around to him moving back home, but even when he does, he knows he can rely on me to take care of his arse whenever he wants.