Dad's Secret

I've always lived with my divorced dad, my mother never cared for me, she
blamed me for losing her the perfect cheerleader shape she kept intact well
into her twenties. Dad, who had been a football player back in the days
thought differently about me, that lead to their divorce, it was going
downhill anyways, the bitch was fucking every college football player in
the county. Dad always thought that I had come as a blessing to him, having
a c***d involved responsibilities which meant less football and that's
exactly what he wanted, an excuse to drop a stupid sport which he never
liked, he only did it because his dictator of a father was the team coach
and forced him to play the sport since he was five years old. With a baby
and alone because my mother had already left by the time I was two month
old dad found the perfect excuse to drop college, semi-pro football, and
move to Florida with me where he found a job as an accountant, his college
minor. Dad bought a small house where he raised me all by himself, and
believe me when I say I wouldn't want it any better. He is great in every
way and very important to me.

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"I'm leaving for work, Buddy!" Dad yelled from downstairs, it was spring
break and I was still in bed even though I was awake, normally I would be
leaving with him to go to school, "Come down and gimme a kiss you fat assed
brat!" Of course that was all joking, the kiss part wasn't though.

I was used to give him a little cheek peck everyday before we parted our
ways, I guess not even spring break meant he was going to have it any other
way so I got out of bed not even bothering to put my pajama pants back on
and just walked downstair on my boxers with a semi-hardon.

"OK old man, I'm here!" I said skipping the last two steps on the stairs,
"You're leaving really early today. What's going on?" He was standing in
the doorway wearing his suit and tie that looked astonishingly sexy on him
and I secretly admired his tight body, his wide chest, the big biceps, and
the strong hands with thick sausage fingers. The tip of my cock tickled but
I tried to keep it under control, I think that's when he noticed something
going on under my boxers but his eyes darted quickly from between my legs
to the ceiling and he scratched the back of his head.

"What?..." He said distracted, "Oh not a big deal, some people from
corporate are coming by, nothing I can't handle, that also means I'll be a
little late so no time for cooking, I'll just buy some take out on my way
here later. Chinese or Italian? What do you think?" He knew me so well.

"Italian will do the trick this time." I was a big fan of pasta there was
no point on telling him he already knew what I was going to say but it
seemed as if his mouth was not connected to his brain that morning, I
wondered if it had anything to do with what he had seen, I did have an
impressive cock after all, one of my best features, that and my tight round
ass.

"Good, that's nice, I like that." He was still out of it, "Aren't you
going out with your friends or anything today? I thought you'd have plans
for your first day of spring break."

"Not really, everyone is out of town, besides I don't really feel like
doing anything today, I'm tired."

"You? Tired? Teenagers these days! You should go to the gym with me so
really start feeling tired for the first time of your life! I should be
tired and I feel better than ever today!"

"Go to the gym? What for? I've got this awesome body!" It was true, I
never went to the gym yet my body was naturally slim and tight in its own
way, there wasn't a gram of fat on me yet I managed to not look too skinny
considering I was also really tall, "Ok old geezer, time to leave."

"Oh yeah that's right! I'm five minutes late, thanks for mentioning
it. Gotta go! Love you Buddy!"

"Love you too Dad." I jumped on the tip of my toes, yes he is taller than
me, and kissed him on the cheek, he had a five day heavy stubble and that
just sent electricity down my cock shaft.

After he left and I locked the door behind me I ran upstairs and got into
bed stripping myself of my underwear revealing an impressive eleven inches
of rock-hard cock. Every vein on my shaft was pumping full of blood and the
foreskin around my head was tight, almost uncomfortable so I decided to
pull it back and reveal my fat glans, a thick drop of precum had formed on
my pee hole and I scooped it out with my index finger and took it to my
lips. I always enjoyed the taste of my own pre juices, it was sweet like
honey yet manly and strong, much like the scent coming from my thick black
pubes and my sweaty hairy ball sack that hung low under my dick.

Even though there were things about myself that turned me on like crazy
and of course porn, the subject to my jerk off sessions was always my dad,
he had alway been my god, my Adonis.

His body, his hairy strong chest, the big arms, the sexy deep voice... I
always thought about those things when I would jerk off, somedays I would
even find myself whispering "Dad, oh daddy" when I would cum all over
myself thinking about my old man. And even though I knew thinking about him
like that was wrong and that nothing would ever happen in my mind I lived
my own adventure where he would take me against the wall and fuck me silly
with his big cock and make me his by pumping all that manly juice inside of
me, the same one that created me.

In my head while I kept playing with my dick I imagined myself sitting on
his fat rod and riding it like a wild cowgirl while I smelled his armpits
after a workout and his sweaty jockstraps. Oh his scent was intoxicating,
so strong, so vital, so manly I could almost really smell it...

"Damn it how had I not thought of that!?" I had come up with a brilliant
idea and stopped in the middle of my jerk off session got out of bed and
rain into my dad's room across the hall.

"His dirty laundry has to be somewhere around here," I looked behind the
door but his laundry basket was empty, maybe he had done it last night but
my instinct told me to go to his bathroom and check in there, and boy was I
glad I did that!

There was a huge pile of dirty clothes right by the sink, from the looks
of it there was a little of everything so I started searching. The first
one I saw was, to my luck, a dirty jockstrap, I didn't have to take it to
my face to smell the scent coming from it, but when I did paradise came to
me! It was the ultimate man smell, it was still wet from his sweat and what
I was sure was a huge load he had shot on it. My cock was about to explode,
I was so fucking hard it hurt. Fuck I was never going to forget that
day. To make it even more memorable I turned the jockstrap into a ball and
gagged myself with it while I stroke my cock slowly and fucked my ass with
my middle finger. Tasting and smelling my father's dirty underwear was the
better than going out with friends or any other shit, I knew I was going to
spend all springbreak sucking and smelling my dad's underwears until my
cock was sore and my balls hurt from all the masturbating.

I kept playing with my dick for a while, stroking it slow and trying my
best not to cum because I didn't want that moment to end. The strokes were
intoxicating, my veins tickled every time I went over them and my cock head
had become purple from all the blood flowing into it. There was so much
precum leaking out of me that I was now using it as lube it it felt even
better.

My mind was filled with thoughts of him and as a second finger went
inside my ass I imagined it was him playing with my virgin asshole and
making me feel so grateful for having the best dad in the world, "Dad, oh
daddy yes fuck me with your fingers." I said in my mind for I was still
gagging myself with his sweaty jockstrap.

My fatsies were growing wild and so was my hand that was now stroking
hard with a firm grip, I pressed my two fingers against my prostate and I
knew there was no coming back.

I grabbed my cock and balls by the base and got ready for the blast. I
don't know how many shots that was but most of them landed on my face and
on my dad's jockstrap. My face was soaking wet on my own cum and I was
fucking loving it. Then I pushed the wet gag out of my mouth with my own
tongue and took a deep breath, some of the cum rolled down my face and
landed in my tongue, the taste was not half bad so I decided to clean up
and scooped every single drop into my mouth. My pubes were all wet and I
played with them laying on the bathroom floor. "Damn that was a wild ride!"
I said to myself smiling like a boy high on sugar.

After catching my breath, which was not easy task, I got up and decided
to leave the mess in my dad's bathroom the same as I found it. I started
putting everything on place when suddenly, among his own clothes, I saw one
of my very own jockstraps, I had so many I hadn't notice that one was
missing. What was that doing there? I picked it up and it was yellow with
cum shots all over it. I knew that hadn't been me. Dad was jerking off to
me! I was frozen on the spot. What now? What did this mean? Did he feel the
same about me? Was I mistaken?

I was going to put my jockstrap right where I found it but something else
caught my eye. I pulled it out from within the mess and my jaw dropped to
the floor. It had to be at least thirteen inches long and about seven
around! How could my dad take such a huge dildo up his ass?

It was out of this world, not the didlo but the day I was having and not
in a bad way, this was turning out to be the best day of my life! I put
everything back with my heart full of joy and went back to my bedroom
waiting anxiously for the best dad in the world to come home to me.