An O'Brien Family Affair #2

I awoke the next morning all wrapped around Dad, just like I used to wake up wrapped around Troy. I'm a hugger when I sleep. It felt so good to have my Dad's warm body there in bed with me, feel his flesh pressing against mine, and that faint, delicious aroma of male musk in my nostrils. I could see the clock from where I was. 8:00 a.m.; we had been asleep for a little over six hours. Dad didn't have to work this day, though he would have to work Sunday; he was on some strange six-days-on-two-days-off schedule that gave him some good overtime but left him with only about one full day a month to spend with me between our schedules.

He didn't have to work today. I smiled and reached down for his cock, and squeezed it. Dad's a heavy sleeper, so I didn't wake him up, not really. His cock had a nice full feel to it, sort of substantial, if you know what I mean, as opposed to being a limp piece of flesh that seems to fall away under your touch.

Dad groaned, but he didn't wake, and his cock sort of twitched, seemed to fill and expand. I looked at his face in the daylight filtering through the heavy curtains, and it had an open, vulnerable look to it, eyes closed without squinching, lips parted, his chest rising and falling slightly with each breath.

I didn't want to move, but when I wake up in the mornings, I always have to piss like a maniac. I gently pulled my arm from under his head, and eased out of the bed. The bathroom was attached to my bedroom, so I closed the door gently so I wouldn't wake him.

I took my leak, and thought about it, gave myself a cleansing. Let me explain. It was our family's practice, when you felt a bit lousy in the morning, to give yourself an enema. Not anything kinky, mind you, you just did it and by God, I wasn't as quick to get sick as most of the kids I knew. But Troy and I had found it was a good way to prepare for a fuck. And I wanted my Dad to fuck me on our day off together.

So after I cleansed myself, I wiped myself thoroughly dry with a washcloth and stepped back to bed. Dad hadn't woke up during this time, but the old bed creaked like a trapped mouse when you got in, he woke as I snuggled up next to him.

I thought for a brief instant of panic that he'd get cold feet. I mean, last night had been a blast, the two of us sucking each other, and promising to be lovers (that's how I had read it). But would Dad follow through?

"Morning, Dad." I said, smiling at him.

"Morning, son." he said. "How are you feeling this morning?"

"You remember last night okay?" I asked, trying to keep it casual.

"I wasn't that drunk. How about you?"

I snuggled up tight to him, let him feel my hard-on jab his thigh, and the top of my leg nuzzling his balls in their big, loose sac. "Hoping for some more right now." I admitted.

Dad turned and his big arms scooped me into them. Dad is so much bigger than me. Troy had grown up to match him, and Uncle Frank for that matter, but I was always about five inches shorter and thirty pounds lighter than any of them. I wasn't scrawny, I just didn't have their huge height and bulk. It made me feel small, being at a family reunion.

It has its advantages, being my size. I could nuzzle inside of Dad's welcome embrace, and feel completely held, totally safe and warm.

I kissed Dad's lips, dry from the night with a hint of stickiness about them. I licked them moist and Dad grabbed my tongue with his lips and drew it inside him, sucking it deep until it strained at its roots.

I reached down for Dad's cock to find it fat and erect, waiting for my grasp. I pulled back the folds of foreskin and felt my hand enveloped in the folds of velvet-like skin surrounding the steel rod.

One thing I had to check on before I got too excited here. "Is this thing ready for action, Dad? Or is it telling you that you need to go to the bathroom?"

"I took care of that an hour ago." Dad whispered in my ear. "This one's all for you."

That was all I was waiting to hear. I pounded his pud for him while we kissed, and Dad's embrace grew tighter, like the strong coils of a snake wrapping me up.

Dad moved, winced and said, "Trouble is, son, I worked too damned hard this week. I'm stiffened up and am sore as hell."

"That's okay, Dad." I said. "You don't have to move a muscle for what I got in mind."

I threw back the covers to reveal my Dad's nude body. The sheets had arranged themselves around him in the night, like a portrait oval outline to accent his deeply sun- browned body. His chest and arms showed he would work in the sun with his shirt off, and his legs a good deal paler, the weekends when he might venture to work in cut-offs, or would go to the beach for swimming. The rectangle of male flesh from just below his navel to mid-thigh was white and pale, his pubic hair and balls a darker oval at the junction of his legs, his cock a roaring monster reaching for me.

I dove for Dad's cock like an eagle on its prey, my mouth engulfed him and sucked him deep. The passion was there once more; I wanted this cock inside of me, all of it, to keep it in me forever. My mouth oozed saliva in copious amounts and I didn't have to pause, only slowed as I crept deeper and deeper down onto it.

Dad's hands found my head and the fingers massaged themselves into my unkempt hair and found purchase, Dad groaned and his body sort of flowed beneath me.

I dribbled my saliva over his hard rod, and Dad probably thought I was just going to suck him off again. But I had more ambitious goals in mind for this day off together.

After I had thoroughly lubed up his cock, when it was a throbbing mass of muscle coated slimy gray with my saliva, I raised up, freed his hands from my hair and lowered them to rest on his chest. Dad looked at me in wonderment. "What do you have in mind, son?" he asked.

I got to my feet and hands on that bed, the mattress swaying under me like a ship deck in a storm, and crawled- walked like that up until our faces matched. Then I dropped to my knees, straddling Dad's narrow waist and sat upright, his schlong smeared on my buttocks and actually reached the small of my back. I raised up and guided that love-missile of his to my asshole and inserted it.

God, Dad's schlong was so big! Bigger than Troy's, and I hadn't had Troy's cock in me for months. This wasn't going to be a quick one!

I got the head in and pain forced me to stop. Dad's hands massaged the front of my thighs and I opened my face to look at him. "Sure you want to go through with this, son?" he asked.

Dad is such a worry-wart when it comes to me. Always thinking about me and how I felt. Any wonder I love him as much as I do?

"I'll be okay, Dad. This is just going to take me a little while. If you'll just be patient."

Dad's hands palped my thighs and that helped me relax, I was able to slowly slide his cock deeper inside of me. I had to stop every so often and let my body adjust, especially when it got to my inner sphincter and I had to squeeze Dad's bulbous cockhead into that smaller, tighter entrance, but I managed to relax it and after that, it was just a matter of giving my body a chance to adjust after each shove.

After about fifteen minutes of perseverence on my part and patience on Dad's part, his cock was buried in me to the base, and I just sat there (longer than I had to) enjoying the feel of that massive schlong inside me, feeling it almost pulsing with desire. Dad was in seventh heaven, I could tell, his face was as open and vulnerable as it had been while he slept, and he looked at me with such love in his eyes that I couldn't feel anything at all wrong with what we were doing. Not then, and not since.

I began to slowly buck back and forth, sliding my hips over Dad's waist and fucking myself on his pud that way. Dad grabbed me by my waist and I reached down to rest my palms on his nipples, letting my thrusts also massage those perky mounds into hard buttons that rolled under my hands.

"Ah, son, you feel so damned good." Dad breathed. "You're such a good fuck, son. Such a good fuck."

"Yeah, Dad, I love being fucked by you." I moaned. "I want to spend all day like this, all day long riding your cock."

Dad grabbed my pud and flogged it for me, a double- handed wraparound style flog that sent waves of pleasure through me, that rippled through my groin and made my ass mucles clench and relax, milking Dad's cock as it did.

Dad wasn't that stiff and sore, or maybe fucking your son's butt will loosen your muscles up, but he started in hunching upwards at me as he flogged my cock. I straightened up and pinched my nipples, feeling the sheer pleasure of being made love to by my father, loving him in return.

Dad reached for me and grabbed me roughly; I was startled. But he just held me tight, rolled us over, and got himself on top. I wrapped my legs around his waist to let my heels dig into his buttocks for purchase, and as Dad fucked me with a fierce passion, I fucked back at him.

Dad's face was flushed, his breath came in short pants, and he dropped his body down to embrace me tightly, his chin resting on my shoulder, his animal-like grunts like roars in my right ear. They grew louder, stronger, and he managed broken words, "Oh, son, yes, son, oh, God, yes, I, love, you, oh, ah, ah!"

I felt completely surrounded by my father's love, and the animal-like need was so appropriate and right, and a part of that love. No matter that my buttocks were being bruised by the savage thrusts; I only knew that my father was loving me, fucking me, that I was giving him this great pleasure, and my joy built up in me until it became a flood.

"Oh, Dad, I'm going to come, Dad!" I gasped.

"Rr, rrr, rrrh!" was his only response.

I groaned, and my come flew up between us to splatter audibly against his taut sternum and ribcage, to pour onto me like rain. I was utterly lost in my passion, time and space meant nothing to me; it was as if I had been here like this forever, and would stay here forevermore.

Dad continued with his strong thrusts and loud groans, speeded them up even more, and his groans suddenly caught, choked off, and Dad was thrashing in my embrace, out of control, he filled my ass with his come.

As his orgasm released him, he gasped out, "Oh, God, son, that's so good, so damned, fucking good." He collapsed onto me, a heavy load, but he seemed to realize this, and rolled off, his cock being yanked from my ass that didn't want to let go of it, and he rolled onto his back, his chest heaving and gasping still.

Sweat dotted his body and gave a liquid sheen to his muscles as they roiled beneath his skin, readjusting themselves after the moment of chaos. His stomach showed traces of my come, pearl-colored smears here and there, or floating in clear fluid and sweat like a multi-tenacled miniature creature trapped in a drop of water.

"Ah, Dad, that was terrific." I said after a moment.

He grinned over at me. "You're the best lay I've had in years, son."

"Better than Mom?" I teased.

He laughed. "Well, better than she was in the last half of our marriage, anyway. But you could give her a run for the money compared to the first half. You're really a terrific fuck, son."

"And you're a great fucker, Dad." I assured him. "I want us to do this all day long. Not even get out of bed."

Dad yawned. "Sounds good to me. It's been a long time since I did anything more than milk my own monkey."

I had to laugh at his own little pet phrase for masturbation. "Well, you won't ever have to milk it yourself, ever again. Not as long as I'm around to take care of it for you."

"Lean over here and kiss me, son." Dad ordered, and I was quick to comply. This was going to be a great day off.

THE END
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