It was a warm Monday afternoon. I didn't have a lot of studying to do at university; I was just messing around in my room after a shower. I got hard and I decided to watch a porn movie on my laptop.
I was proud of my cock. I was a late developer and didn't really have any sexual encounters until I left school. I only tried some stuff with male partners although I was considering myself as bisexual.
I stripped my clothes off and run my hands all over my body, rubbing it, feeling every inch of it. I sat on the couch, lifted my legs up and took my briefs off. My cock already hard bounced out of my underwear like a spring. I checked myself naked across the room into a big mirror. I started being proud of my body after high school. I was a scrawny kid, slim and most of them times I looked like I never ate all my food. But after high school my weight changed. Although I wasn't going to the gym my body was toned and firm with no six pack though. My Mediterranean looks, green eyes, dark brown hair and dark skin helped me be a bit popular in university and I was taking advantage of it with most guys that were attracted to me.
I started rubbing my chest, playing with my nipples when I suddenly heard my dad from the stairs calling my name. I shouted back "yes I'm in my room", while I was trying to reach my underwear and put it back on.
"Hey mate. How are you?" he asked as he opened the door of my room.
"Oh, sorry didn't know you were almost naked," and he turned around the other way.
"That's alright. I just came out from the shower," I lied reluctantly.
"Yeah I can see that mate..." he laughed and pointed out at my cock pocking out of my underwear.
"Sorry dad," I said lowering my eyes.
"Don't apologise. It happens."
To my horror I realised I left the porn running so there were a few moans coming out of the lap top.
"I see you have been busy" he said when he grabbed the laptop. His gaze changed when he saw what I was watching; two men, dad and son fucking a woman and fucking with each other. I was mortified because I could see his eyes darkened.
"What is this? Is this what you're into? What the hell Ian?" he yelped and couldn't stop looking at the laptop.
"Dad, I can explain..." I exclaimed although I wasn't sure what I would have said to make this any better.
"There's nothing to explain son...ok. I understand," he said and left the room.
I felt so bad and I was wondering what to do. It wasn't long till I heard him stepping into the shower so I was pacing up and down the corridor thinking what to say and how to say it. I reached for the bathroom door and realised he left it open. I could see him from the mirror that he was...touching himself. Was I dreaming? My mouth was open when I saw him turn his body facing the door and seeing his massive manhood upright and hard. The water was cascading down his body and I was about to drool when he saw me looking through the small opening of the door.
I ran back to my room, trying to catch my breath when I heard him coming out from the shower. He opened my door with the towel around his waist and while I was about to say "I'm sorry" he grabbed my chin. I could feel his cock throbbing under the towel and it wasn't long till he dropped it on the floor.
"Drop on your knees, now," he commanded and I obliged. "Is this what you want, your dad's dick?"
"Dad, I'm sorry but I can't help it. Punish me if you want but it won't stop me fantasizing about it," I managed to say with all my might trying to swallow any saliva that was left in my dry mouth.
He stood there with his throbbing cock in front of me. I wanted to pounce on him and lick him like there's no tomorrow. It was there; what I always wanted was there in front of me with a glistening drop of precum but I couldn't do anything unless he told me. He came closer on purpose, teasing me.
"So... how about we re-enact what this dad was doing to his son while he was fucking his girlfriend...If you want it dirty I will give you dirty," he said and he took the laptop and continued to watch the movie.
"Come closer," he commanded while he sat on the couch. His cock was now touching his stomach. He was still wet, dripping with water.
"Turn around, bend over and spread your butt cheeks," he said looking at me and my laptop at the same time.
"That nice brown hole needs something. What could it be?"
He spat his palm and let the thick saliva cover his cock. He started stroking it slowly.
"Does this turn you on?"
"Yes dad! It drives me crazy."
"Drop on your knees," he said with his deep stern voice.
My face was in front on his cock and I wanted to pounce like a tiger and take it all in but he had his own plans. He wanted to make me lust for him.
"Smell me..." he demanded and took my head and shoved it into his thick curly bush. The smell was incredible. I could smell pheromones, testosterone and soap all at once. His musky smell was sending shivers down my spine.
"Mmmm daddy smells good, isn't he?" he asked but I could just nod because he was pressing my face onto his pubic area.
"Open your mouth. That will help you when you're giving me a blowjob," he said and spat into my mouth before inserting his cock in; an 8 inch tool with veins popping along its shaft and with a head slightly bigger than the main body with a deep red colour.