We were panting as we sat in bed, sunlight dripping past the curtains and glinting off of his beard. I stared into my Dad's eyes that were half closed from exhaustion. His cock was still slowly leaking cum into the bed after his fifth orgasm of the day and no end was in sight.
I gripped him by the base of his shaft with a wicked grin. "You're not gonna tire out on me already, are you old man?" His tired eyes glinted with happy frustration before a slap across my breasts rang out.
"Watch your mouth." I stuck my tongue out which he gripped quickly and pulled. "I'll gag you on my cock till you can't breathe."
With my mouth half open and words almost unintelligible I earned my punishment. "Do you have enough cock for that?"
Our first day of my spring break drifted into night as he left another cum load deep in my stomach, both of us finally exhausted and panting on each other. He lifted me into his arms and rocked me like a child, soft kisses covering my face to repair the rough treatment. My face burned hot like sunlight had scorched me from his attention. I looked into his eyes as I reached down to place the head of his cock right against my hole.
We said nothing for a few minutes, our brains testing the waters of how he would be able to rest inside me when our bodies could give no more. "Can I?"
He kissed me deeply with his tongue exploring the insides of my cheeks. "Gabby. I want to do this right. What would be the ideal day?"
My thoughts were slowly grinding to try and plan what it would look like before we made love, but my eyes came back to him. "Any day I get to spend with you, it doesn't have to be anything more than knowing I get to wake up in those arms and not be so unsure like I felt before."
Light tears formed in his eyes as his arms wrapped tighter around me to let him breathe deeply into my neck. "You can just say cute things like that, it's going to make me cry."
"I don't mean to make you cry." I apologized, putting a hand to his cheek. "All I meant was that the days we get together have made me so happy I feel like I'm dreaming. I've never known something so serene. So truly, any day that ends with resting your head on my chest will leave me happy. Maybe I'm just naive."
"I don't think you're naive, maybe just a little lovesick." Even said with a soft smile. "I'm right there with you."
We left tender marks on each other's necks that gave way to purple loving claims of flesh. His eyes were slowly dripping soft tears for the first time in front of me, and my lips rose to kiss them away one by one. "Let it out. You don't have to do this alone anymore." His shaking tight grip held onto me for dear life while years of pain poured into my skin.
"I'm not running away if you show me your pain Dad." I felt the honor of a man who had worn his skin like armor peel back to show a scared heart that I accepted without question. He apologized repeatedly under his breath while I reminded him how proud and thankful I was. His fear of what loving me like a partner would do to my life was let out tear by tear for hours. I've never felt so grateful to see someone open up in my life.
"I'm so tired." He could barely mumble from the exhaustion. "I get so scared that everyone around me has become hopeless. They all get so scared of death, scared to reach out to each other, and it's like none of the people I see day to day remember that a beautiful human is underneath the people they hate. I don't know what to do."
His sobs were muffled by my breasts with the salted tears running down me and to my ribs. Within minutes I pulled the covers over his body and warmed him in my arms. Stroking his upper back as he shakily confessed his pain, his face a flurry of tears that I tried to wipe away. He took the hand dabbing his eyes and tucked his face into my palm. I wanted to comfort him and relate to his needs by explaining the same anxiety and worn moral compass, but my fear of making it worse left me paralyzed.
When he was fast asleep I watched him fill up with air and slowly kissed his forehead while he relaxed. Nothing he ever said as a kid indicated that he felt so much weight was on him to make the lives around him better. I wasn't sure if this was a leftover trait that he had taken from his parents or something that he gained for survival when raising me and kept well hidden until now. Either way, my world would only be better if I could help show him he didn't have to do all of this without company at the minimum.
Community, kindness, acceptance, and others striving to actually care about their fellow human beings was needed. Where the hell was I ever going to find a pile of those people on hand who would accept a man and his trans girlfriend before we even got to the incest part? I went to my computer, trying to find someone like us to talk to so he might not carry this on his own.
