Back To Normal Ch 16

Seay finished washing the last of the dishes from lunch. He crackled his neck. He dried his hands with a dish towel. He checked to make sure the back door was slid completely shut - no more unexpected wildlife intrusions, hallucinatory or not, on his watch. Then went to find Dad. He'd been thinking about asking him something, and figured now was as good a time as any.

Dad was sitting on top of the covers in his bed, reading a book about the birds of North America. He was "butt naked," to use the man's own term. When he saw Seay, he nodded at him to come on in. He dog-eared the page he was on, and set down the book.

"What's up?" he said.

And sure enough, each man's cocks reacted to the other's. Seay was not unused to Dad's nudity - naked dads were a fact of life amid camping trips, pool locker rooms, random happenstance - but not to the newfound sense of possibility that now came with it. Seay's father, a tall ruggedly okay-looking sort of "hunk" as Mom liked to call him, didn't just have a penis now. He had a cock - a real, live cock. And weirdly enough, Seay had tasted Dad's real, live cum, but not his real, live cock.

"Where are Mom and Tracy?" Seay asked. He fiddled with his junk self-consciously - hard to fight the urge when you were feeling so extra super naked - and kind of made it look like he was just scratching an itch near his balls.

"Out," Dad shrugged. "Your mom said she needed to run an errand. Your sis went with. They'll be gone til dinner."

"Okay," Seay blinked. He could only imagine what those two were getting up to for an entire afternoon. But later. Right now he had Dad on the brain.

"You want to come sit?" Dad patted the bed next to himself. He did not say aloud that he wanted to suck his boy off as many times as possible within the time limit Mom had given them, but that pat-pat on the bed said a lot.

"Okay," Seay said. He turned and backflopped onto the bed. He laid and stared up at the low wooden ceiling, and at his Dad's hip, and at the curlicues of man hair all over his naked skin. From way down here, Dad looked epic, godly, the sun shining in bright all around him through the window over the bed, making his thinning mop and all-over coat of fur glint and shimmer. Presently, Dad's great right arm reached over, revealing his admittedly good-smelling right armpit (Dad had this thing about smelling his besf that bordered on compulsive), and cupped Seay's shoulder, scooted him closer.

"Hey there," Dad chuckled down at him.

"Howdy," Seay nodded back up.

"You okay with me letting it all hang out?"

"Sure," Seay shrugged.

"Yeah?" Dad arched an eyebrow.

"I mean," Seay arched an eyebrow right back up at him, "obviously."

"Well, I'm glad one of us is having fun," Dad snorted.

"What?" Seay frowned. "Are you not?"

"Well, I can't say I'm suffering, looking atcha'," Dad conceded the point, nodding to his son's semi-erect cock, "But in case you hadn't noticed, I'm sort of intoxicated. Like, more out of my head than I've been in a LONG time, if you catch my drift."

"Shoot," Seay chuckled. "Sorry about that."

"S'alright," Dad sighed. "I'll live. I think. This drug isn't dangerous, is it? Don't answer that. Hey. Can I be honest? About something - and don't tell your sister I told you this - but of everything that's happened so far, I think what finally made it click for me was seeing you put her up on that wall like that. Now I don't mean to be gross -"

Leave it to Dad to make even this shit into a lecture.

"- but what got to me, almost brought a tear to my eye - hey, I'm serious - was just how out of control in love you looked. I saw it, and it hit me like a rock, right here." Dad clawed at his thick, hairy chest. "And all of a sudden, I was right there with you two. I got it."

"Sh-shit, um. Yeah?" Seay gulped. He blushed. Dad had grabbed a gentle hold of his son's head now, and was kind of cradling it down there next to his big firm hairy hip. As he looked down at him, Seay watched Dad's eyes trace down his body toward his cock again. Seay could only lay there and feel his cock react to Dad's gaze. Cringe with awkward glee. Twitch, and grow harder. The tissues of his cock still bore the fresh, forceful memory of Dad's mouth's capacity for total and intense engulfment.

"But I loved sucking you, before, too. And-and cleaning up your sister, after," Dad added hastily. "I loved every minute of all of it, okay? But enough about me anyway. I just - I wanted to be honest with you, kid. In case you were feeling a little strange about it."

"I... thanks Dad. To be honest?"

"Please."

"I was feeling a little strange about... one thing."

"What was that?" Dad frowned curiously.

"Well, before you - you know - sucked me off and everything?"

"Yep?"

"And how, well - at least I thought - we'd agreed to, like, take turns? Sort of? So that we each got a chance to, like...? You know?"

"I think I follow."

"Well," Seay snorted, and shrugged hard, "so?"

"And you're asking me what exactly?"

"You know what."

"You want your turn."

Seay nodded his head inside Dad's cozy arm-hip nook. He nodded at his dad's hairy belly, which was all he could see. But the meaning of his nod must have come through, loud and clear. Dad sighed.

"Fine," Dad rolled his eyes.

"Wait. Really?"

"Sit up," he told his son, and gave his shoulder a lift from underneath.

Seay sat up. Dad patted him hard on the back. Seay sort of coughed.

"Oops, you okay?" he apologized.

"Uh-hrm," Seay nodded, and blinked a few times until the blood stopped rushing to his head. Then he looked right at Dad.

"Okay," Dad mugged at him.

"Okay?" Seay asked.

"Okay," Dad nodded. He adjusted his cock so it looked its best, He folded his arms up behind his head. He parted his legs. "You cool if I cum in your mouth?"

"Y-yes," Seay nodded again, intently this time. "Definitely. Please absolutely. But just, uh, warn me? You know?"

"Will do."

"Do you tend to cum, like a lot?"

"Sometimes," Dad shrugged. God he looked so fucking manly. Even his round hairy belly looked fucking hot to Seay in this moment. To say nothing of the neatly shaved anaconda waiting down below. "Fair warning. I tend to cum a lot more when I'm feeling extra horny."

"Are you...?"

"How about you see for yourself?" Dad smirked - truly, the OG smirk - and both of their gazes dropped to the man's crotch.

"Goddamn," Seay muttered.

"He likes what he sees, ladies and gentlemen."

"Dad, don't even -," Seay was transfixed. Dad's dick was somehow more delicious looking than ever. It was red, and hot-looking, and the tip of its bulbous head was shimmery with precum. Seay wanted to grab it. He wanted to lick it. He wanted to suck on it, like it was his own. "Dad?" Seay said, without looking up.

"You waiting for me to say 'Go' or something?"

"Can I just, like... do this whenever I want? Because I think I'm going to want to, like a lot."

"Oh?" Dad's face sort of dropped. Not unhappily. Just off-guard. "I mean, yeah? We can probably work something out."

"I've just... I've been trying to suck my own cock for so long. And I could never do it. And now yours is... right here. And it's like mine but on steroids. I mean, it looks like mine, smells like mine,... "

"Just shove it in your mouth already, you dope!" Dad guffawed, and sort of humped his hips up and down on the mattress, causing his cock to hop and flop cartoonishly - and heinously alluringly. "You had me at hello for chrissakes!"

Seay's hand snatched Dad's cock. "Whoa," he spluttered. Seay's grip was fist-tight. Dad's cock was not fully hard, but still inflating.

"W-whoa," Dad gasped.

"God it's hot," Seay sort of whimpered.

"Y-yeah," Dad said.

Seay looked up into Dad's stunned, glittering eyes.

"Ready when you are," Dad winked at him. "You know what to do?"

"Uh, this?" Seay scoffed, and started tugging. Groping. "And this," he sighed, caving immediately to his long-stoked cock hunger as he began to kiss up the side of Dad's shaft.

The air around Dad's cock was somehow quieter. Up this close, it had not one but multiple scents to appreciate. The salty tang of precum. The creamy steam of shaved, lotioned scrotum. All along here, the faint homey odor of fresh Dad sweat. Seay licked up the soft, sensitive belly of Dad's shaft. Felt his frenulum squiggle silkily along his tastebuds. There was so much surface area wrapped around the whole of Dad's member. Seay's tongue felt oddly tiny. And this was before he'd even made an attempt to fit Dad's circumference into his mouth (much less his throat).

"I'm ready," Seay whispered, to Dad, but also to Dad's penis. "You ready?" Seay kissed Dad's penis, right on the side of the tip, right on the spongy rim of the man's glans. Dad's cock twitched, but he did not speak. "I'm going to try to fit you in my mouth," Seay promised Dad's cock. And then he parted his lips, licked them, and drew a quick nervous lungful of the silent, electric air surrounding Dad's cock.

He opened his mouth wide. He let Dad's penis into his mouth.

Seay closed his lips, and then his eyes. Dad's dick felt so warm. Tasted warm, full, smooth. His tongue squirmed underneath and around Dad's cockhead, pressing it against the ridges on the roof of his mouth. Then gently but playfully against his molars, and then into the soft, wet inner wall of his cheek. Outside, Seay's cheek bulged. A seal accidentally broke, and caused a lurid slurping sound. Seay swallowed his excess saliva, which now slid differently - salty-slick and sweet - down his throat.

Dad moaned unconsciously. He'd always been a vocal lover. Seay and Tracy knew this well enough. It used to gross them out. But now Seay understood, when you were the one eliciting that sound from him, it was not only incredibly arousing, but truly sincerely validating. The sound could almost bring tears to Seay's eyes.

So could gagging, though, so who was to say where the tears were coming right then. Dad wiped them away with the pads of his thumbs. He held Seay's face lovingly, adoringly, and shooshed him - not to silence his emotions, but because 'shoosh' was a sound he knew deep down in his paternal wiring how to say just right. Seay was fine, just a little emotional, just a lot horny. So was Dad, obviously. But this was not a contest.

Dad let Seay pull off and give his jaw a break while he worked Dad's drool-drenched shaft with his hand. He'd been trying to go deep, and failing - or rather, he had successfully gone as deep as his body would allow him, and it was not nearly deep enough to please him (Seay, that was; Dad was over the moon just to be receiving such enthusiastic effort), and yet his jaw was already beginning to strain at the hinges. Dad was huge. His dick was huge. There was so much cock, Seay was afraid he'd never be able to take it all. To fit his entire father inside his mouth.

"Fuck," he sighed to himself, jerking Dad faster now - sort of angrily.

"Hey, you're doing great kid," Dad assured him, and petted Seay's cheek. Seay leaned into Dad's hand. And then Dad started massaging Seay's face. He rubbed at Seay's jaw. He kneaded the back of Seay's neck. "That better?" he asked him, and Seay nodded, sighed appreciatively, nuzzled Dad's big warm palm. He let himself just rest his face in the bowl of Dad's big warm hand. Then he licked Dad's thumb. Suckled on it. Took it fully into his mouth, and then sucked it all the way back out.

"Golly, that's sexy," Dad chuckled. "And a little weird? But sexy."

Seay sighed a smile, his mouth full of Dad's thumb now. His eyes fluttered. "Keep wubbing," he asked. "Ith thore."

"It's sore," Dad understood, and tried to figure out how to keep massaging Seay's cock-sucking muscles even with his thumb trapped inside his mouth. He sort of rubbed in a small tight circle, and it seemed to work for both of them. "You okay to keep going?" Dad asked, and Seay nodded again, his eyes opening, his tongue working faster on Dad's thumb, and his hand tugging more frantically on Dad's dick.

Dad could feel his son's enthusiasm in the way he moved. The way he kept his eyes open, looking down at what he was doing, or up at Dad's facial expressions. The way Seay's body knelt between his legs, ass in the air, his breaths coming hot and humid. Dad was already getting close to orgasm. His balls were already churning.

Seay wanted to feel Dad cum, needed to taste his orgasm in his throat, his mouth. He felt close to some kind of spiritual breakthrough. As if this was a dream-come-true kind of moment for him. Had he dreamt of this? Or was that just how his brain was making sense of the insane, unhinged feelings he was brimming with? He groaned on Dad's cock. He whimpered and cooed on it. Seay's voice vibrated the chambers of Dad's rock-hard cock.

And then Seay did something sort of funny. He tried poking a finger into Dad's butt. Dad suppressed a snort. Seay had surprised him. But Dad liked what Seay was trying, and repositioned just a little so that his sphincter was easier to access. It took Seay a couple of funny probings nonetheless to get over his own nervous uncertainty, then to find the right angle, and then to muster the confidence to press his finger through the taught, smelly little ring.

"Oh!" Dad grunted, and Seay looked up. He had his mouth so full of Dad's dick that his lips were straining around its girth, his nostrils flaring, and his eyes bulging.

"Mmmf?" he mumbled around Dad's cockhead.

Dad could feel Seay's index finger squiggling inside him. "I'm gonna cum, son. If that's what you want, you're doing g-great, a-and it's w-whoa there-WORKing."

Dad saw it there in Seay's eyes. The kid wanted to know if he'd done right. "You're doing good, bud," Dad squinted fondly down at him, his brow sweaty and furrowed now with his approaching climax. Dad's smirk widened. He grabbed Seay's wrist and pushed the finger all the way in to the knuckle. Then he grabbed the back of Seay's head, and held it steady as he thrust his hips forward, pushing the whole of his penis into Seay's mouth and down his throat. Seay gagged, and coughed hot spit out his nose, but didn't fight him.

"Here it comes, Seay," Dad grunted, his cock swelling and throbbing. "Get ready to s-swallow it."

"Mmmmmph!" Seay clenched his eyes shut, and dreamed about this next moment one last time.

Dad gripped Seay's hair in his knuckles. His first orgasm shot straight into Seay's esophagus, and down into his stomach. "Holy shit!" Dad groaned as it poured and poured out of him. It was, as he'd predicted, a big one. He pulled Seay's face onto his crotch, smothering him, and came a second time. Then he released Seay's head. "Swallow it!" he hissed through gritted teeth. Old habit. Mom liked being told what to do. His boy shivered on his cock. His own body shivered in response. He felt his cock spasm a third and fourth time inside Seay's mouth. His balls clenched, then relaxed. Then clenched again.

Seay had been trying to breathe through his nose. It wasn't going so well, though, and he was feeling lightheaded and panicky and yet still incredibly turned on. Dad had finally released him. But Seay didn't dare let go of the cock in his mouth. Instead, he tried to do what his Dad had instructed him to do. Swallow. His tongue pressed the head of Dad's penis against the roof of his mouth, the back of his throat. He gulped, and Dad came a fifth time. This one caught him off-guard, and Seay accidentally swallowed Dad's dick down into his esophagus and choked. But Dad pulled out and came all over his lips, his chin, his forehead. Seay closed his mouth and relished the hot liquid contents swishing around within. He did not swallow this last bounty just yet. He let Dad's spunk stew on his tongue, let it squish and squizzle between his molars.

"O-open up?" Dad panted. "Show me?"

Seay tilted his face up to Dad's and opened his mouth. He sort of stuck out of his tongue the best he could without spilling. "Lahhhhh," he said.

"Whoa," Dad snorted, and wiped the sweaty, cummy hair from Seay's forehead. "Looks tasty."

Seay smiled, his tongue out and cum drooling down the side of his chin.

"Want a kiss?"

Seay closed his mouth, cheeks bulging, and blinked wide-eyed up at Dad. He nodded once, eagerly. Dad leaned forward, and Seay sat up to meet him halfway.

Somehow, the kiss helped the cum's flavor open all the way up. Seay could taste the cum, and he could smell it, so much better once he knew Dad was tasting and smelling it, too. Together they loved the smell and the taste, nevermind how objectively flat and biological it was, or how suddenly un-horny Dad was - motivated now not by any sort of weirdo incestuous lust, but by a planet-sized love for his boy.

Seay swooned, and swooned again. Dad's tongue swirled all over his. The cum he'd worked so hard to earn was having a genuine psychoactive effect on him. It momentarily dwarfed the actual psychedelics in his system. Dad's spunk tasted like a thick, sweet version of the smell his dick gave off. So strikingly similar to the smell he'd learned to tolerate when straining to suck his own cock. No, not just tolerate. Who was Seay kidding? The smell he craved.

Seay licked Dad's softening cock to get the cum that was still dribbling out of it. And he kept on licking, kept on sucking, because he wanted to keep going until the flavor of Dad's cock completely tattooed itself into his brain.

Dad laughed, and pulled Seay up and off him by his hair. "Enough!" he groaned. "He needs to breathe."

Seay whined. But Dad had other ideas. "Come here, son," Dad said. And he didn't even hardly have to reposition as he yanked Seay up to a sort of standing position, his hands supporting the boy's bare ass from underneath, and his mouth already open and ready to receive. Seay stood on the sproingy old mattress. He waddled forward until he kind of straddled either side of Dad's chest. He watched Dad stick out his tongue and lick his cock a second before he actually felt the sensation of the man's tongue. His father was tasting him, pleasuring him. In the time it took Seay to process this, Dad continued swallowing more and more of his length. Seay blinked and caught up. He felt a sudden surge of vertigo as the last inch of his cock disappeared inside Dad's face, bottomed out. Then Dad pulled back off. Dad - real, live, actual Dad - slurped on the head, licked the frenulum, tickled his kid's dick with the tip of his tongue.

"Ugh," Seay sighed. "F-fuck, that's g-good. Holy fuck. D-DAD."

"You like?" Dad growled.

"Uh-huh," Seay nodded dopily.

"It's a good cock," Dad told him. "Hey. You wanna cum in my mouth? Or you want me to make it last a bit more?"

"I, uh, I'm... " Seay blinked his eyes and swallowed, then tried to swallow a second time, but his throat was still caked in Dad's semen. He felt his balls tightening. "I'm g-gonna..."

"You gonna cum for your Daddy?"

"Yeah," Seay's voice cracked, and his dick surged in size.

Dad pulled Seay's cock into the back of his mouth, his lips wrapped tightly around his son's girth. His tongue swabbed Seay's shaft. He could feel Seay's heartbeat in the veins of his cock. Dad felt Seay's dick ready to explode.

Seay groaned, his whole body shuddered, and then he was cumming inside Dad's mouth.

Dad held the boy in place with his strong arms. Seay was cumming, but he was also trying to fuck Dad's face, and his whole body was spasming in response to his climax.

Dad felt Seay's orgasm pour out inside him. He swallowed it right down. He gulped down the hot, meaningful liquid and felt it glisten like starlight in the pit of his stomach.

"Oh my God," Seay sighed, and his body relaxed at last.

Dad lowered his son gently onto the mattress beside him. Seay lay back and stared up at the ceiling. Dad watched his chest heave, and then settle into rhythm with his slowing heartbeat. Seay's eyes fluttered closed, and then open.