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This weekend you're spending time at your dad's place. Although he is getting on in terms of age, he is aging shockingly well.

It's been five years since you moved out and last saw him.

It wasn't even a few seconds after you knocked on his door that it swung open at an unusually fast speed, and you took in the sight of the well-aged man before you while biting your lip. His eyes filled with joy as you entered the house with a meek look on your face, trying to contain your blush as you looked down at his unbuttoned shirt and the mountain of dark brown fuzz that covered his chest that trailed down his front in a lush path of fuzz, only stopping when you could see the beginning of his thick, clearly untrimmed and unkempt pube bush at the band of his sweatpants.

He noticed your shocked look and awkwardly laughed, rubbing the back of his head with a conflicting expression.

"Haha, sorry kiddo! Looks like I haven't really got ready for dinner... I was just so excited for you to come, that's all."

You smiled and hugged your dad, trying not to spend too long in the embrace as his body hair tickling you was really hitting your buttons.

You looked to the side and noticed some empty glasses of beer on the dining table.

"I think a better explanation is, you've been drinking most of the day, haven't you?"

Your dad's face changed from shocked to sad, then he tried to play it off.

"Damn, you young'uns these days are clever, huh?! Well, it's a been a bit hard without 'me wife, you know..."

You nodded and smiled.

"I know Dad. I didn't mean to bring it up like that."

A few empty seconds passed. It took so much energy to stop yourself from looking at your dad's bush creeping out of the top of his sweatpants.

"Right!" he clapped his hands, and took off upstairs.

"I better get ready. See you later sport!"

Your Dad has never been good with feelings. Even as a kid, he's struggled to show his love to you. But as you got older and matured as a man, he found it easier then, to be a father and show compassion in manly ways. That's how you were raised... And so it came as quite a shock when you came out to your family, but your father accepted you all the same. He had spent the most time with you, but your mother... wasn't very well-versed in homosexuality, and stuck to her teachings. Ever being a woman of great wealth, it was easy for her to move out, much to the disdain of your father. You assume he has been quite lonely these past couple of years...

Your face grimaced as you entered the dining room and began setting the table for dinner.

"Indeed. The drinking proves that much," you said to yourself.

But, the smell of your dad's delicious cooking soon filled your senses. He's always been more of a parent to you than anyone else, and so you were quite looking forward to reconciling with him.

--The next morning...

You barely got any sleep last night. You couldn't stop thinking about your dad. Especially with how he looked without a shirt on... You've always had a crush on him. But last night it was exacerbated into something you now struggle to control.

Waking up and instantly thinking about how well your dad had matured over the years, as well as imagining the gruffness of his deep voice whispering dirty words in your ear, it made your cock hard as a rock.

But such thoughts will have to wait...

Hoping to clear your head, you make your way downstairs and found your dad slouched in his chair, shirtless and clad only in his garish pink briefs, sipping on a coffee.

It was then he noticed you heading downstairs, and that same boyish smirk crossed his face again.

"Morning, kiddo! I was beginnin' to think you'd sleep through breakfast..." You purposely avoided eye contact with him and sat yourself down.

He continued on unabated.

"Want a cup of joe, lad? To tell the truth, I really don't want you to leave me today..."

You gave him a painful smile.

"Sorry Dad. I am an adult now, though."

He nodded his head and set his cup down, looking at you from head to toe.

The sadness that filled his eyes when you first met him after all those years yesterday seems to have vanished. For what it's worth, you know your presence was really important to your Dad.

"Quite so. You've really matured into a fine lad, if I do say so me'self..."

You chuckled and tried not too blush, waving away the comment, but he still looked at you with a focused expression and seemed to be fiddling with something under the table.

"With a lad as handsome as you, I'm sure that some boys have been paying you plenty of attention, right?"

The colour drained from your face and you gulped. It isn't like your dad to give such a forward comment like this, but you welcomed it all the same. You noticed it last night too, that he seemed to be paying a lot of attention to your sexuality - often asking if you've met any 'handsome lads' during your time at college, and you were sure you could feel his gaze burning into your back when you were not looking.

"Haha, whoa, Dad! I ain't really got a boyfriend yet..."

He took a swig and set his mug down carefully.

"It ain't just about that, son..." he continued, looking at you with a glint in his eye.

"You fooled around?"

"Y-Yeah. A bit."

He let out a low grunt and his arm continued moving suspiciously under the table.

"What are you doing, Dad?" You asked, your voice unusually being a pitch higher than you expected.

He said nothing and simply swiviled in his chair, facing you from an angle. And affording you a good look at his cock being stroked between the fly of his boxers.

"Hope you don't mind, sport. It gets hard in the morning's sometimes, you see."

You gasped as your own cock surged to life in your sweatpants, your Dad just casually stroking his sweaty morning wood before you without a care in the world - only looking at you with anticipation, as if he was waiting for you to react so he could gauge your feelings.

"Damn dad, you've got a thick cock." You said rather confidently. Suddenly, nothing else mattered anymore. Your whole world was watching your dad beat off... and watching him. To put it simply... Your Dad was turning you on.

"Heh. Thanks kiddo. Though I'd wager you take after me just as well."

He looked at your bulge then back to you again.

"So, can I see?"

The forwardness of the request threw you off a bit. But, then you realised, you are the odd one out when your dad is the one who's stroking off his fat cock in front of you...

You shuffled off your sweatpants and gruffly did the same - slouching back in the chair, taking your cock in hand and slowly whacking it.

It didn't take much effort to do so in the first place; the sight of your dad's chest hair, smitten/horny expression and the smell of his distinct earthly musk in the air did all the work of getting you hard.

Your dad whistled.

"That's one thick looking cock, son. You take after your old man, alright." He began jerking his dick at a faster pace, his breathing getting more laboured and you followed suit.

"Bloody 'ells... my son is jerking off right in front of me!"

He took his hairy nuts out of his fly, and they looked so heavy, like they were full of spunk.

"This kinda reminds me of my younger days when I was your age," he chuckled, but you were too entranced to acknowledge him.

"I always used to beat off some good gals with 'me mates..." he threw his head back, moaning softly and spreading his legs further apart.

"This is hot as fuck, son."

He said as he looked at you with blazing lust shining in your eyes. You bit your lip in response as you also spread your legs further apart, slacking back a bit and getting in a rhythm of jerking off with your dad.

Your dad hurled some spit in his hand and stroked his long thick cock from the bulging tip at the top to his soft brown pubes nestled at the base, looking you dead in the eye. You yourself couldn't look away from your father, being the eye-catching man that he is, and the both of you quickly got into a trance, with nothing but the sound of fapping and deep filling the room.

After a few heated minutes, that really seemed like seconds, both of your cocks were hard as steel, slick with spit and ready to burst at any moment.

Your dad swung his head back again, his shoulders spread out across the back of the chair, affording you a great look at his bushy black-brown pit hair that sprouted from beneath his bulky arms.

"Why don't you come closer to your pops, handsome? C'mon..."

His cock throbbed visibly as he muttered those words to you, and his body was heaving against the chair, clearly exerted from jerking off so much.

That's why, when you did sit in his lap, he could barely notice because he was so drunk on his own horniness. Only when you started to grit your ass against his beautiful, bushy, untrimmed pubes did he startle to attention - roughing forcing his hand up your shirt, your coltish legs splayed against either side of your dad's hairy bulky thighs.

"Damn, you're so firm, son."

He groaned out as he felt you up, his cock throbbing in the air, leaking a steady stream of precum, begging for attention. You wrapped your hands around your dad's fat cock and began to slowly beat his meat.

"Fuck yeah, beat your pawpaw's cawk off, laddie!" He whispered all sorts of statements in your ear like: "damn, you really like your daddy's cock, don't cha?" and "I'm so glad you've got your hands wrapped around my cock, son. Just father son special time, eh?"

He hiked you up further on his body until you felt his hairy chest tickling against your back. You were now face to face with each other, the chair creaking under your combined weight, but none of you wanted to move. You felt your dad's rough stubble rub against your smooth cheek as he continued horribly whispering in your ear as you jerked him off, the two of you now breathing heavily in each other's face until you naturally made out with each other.

Your dad pulled back with spit still clinging to his lips, his eyes squinting in pleasure.

'I'm gonna fucking cum, son."

The two of you made out for a little longer, although it was more like briefly smacking each other's tongues and lips together while gasping for air.

Knowing your father was ready to burst at any moment, you decided to surprise him by slipping off that warm lap and kneeling between his knees.

(Part 4/4)

You could feel the sexual tension oozing from him. What better way is there to bridge your relationship between your father than provide for what he needs most?

For all their faults and nuances, men will be men. He's absolutely dying for a hole and you've yet to experience what a real man's cock feels like inside you. You knew that your experience with your roommates' dicks will be nothing compared to this - this absolute beauty of a dick throbbing and leaking a steady stream of precum in front of your face. Its thick, hairy and looks ripe enough to burst.

With no regrets, you wrapped your lips around your father's cock and he moaned out in utter bliss.

"Awwww fuck yeah, kid."

With the feeling of your father's cock throbbing between your lips, you slid further down that sweaty shaft until your nose hit the base of his bush. His shaft tasted vaguely of salt and you could feel some stray pubes on his meat stick brush against your tongue as you serviced his monster of a cock - no doubt a result of him jerking off for minutes before.

"I'm gonna blow," he uttered while a deep growl burgeoned in his chest. While your other hand was keeping yourself steady against his hairy thigh, you mouth pried open with his jaw-breaker of a cock that he couldn't stop pounding into your warm tight throat with his fuzzy nuts pounding against your chin, your other hand opted to explore the vast expanse of scraggly hair covering his tummy until you reached up to his hairy nipples and tweezed them.

"Fawwwwwkkking hell, son! Woo!"

It was clear your dad was really enjoying this special attention you were giving him, as evidenced by his excitement. A fire was running through him that you had never seen before.

"That's right son, feel me up. Oooh god, I've not had someone touch me like this in ages. You look so sexy choking on the cock that made you... hrghh!"

Without warning, your dad hits his hips up in your face, and suddenly you feel ropes upon ropes of daddy's cum surge down your throat.

Not like you couldn't see much anyway, since your whole world was your dad's pubes. He pressed your head down hard on his cock and it kept spitting cum down your throat until you were sure it stopped... only for a few stray spurts to hit the back of your throat again. Even as you pulled back from his magnificent, wet, spit-reeking schlong that slapped back to his fuzzy stomach, you could see some ropes paint his chest for good measure.

Your dad was well and truly spent by this point, but you still cried out like a stupid whore whose only purpose is to inject cum in their mouth, and lapped up his cock until it was shining in your spit, no white spots or globs to be seen.

Your father looked at you with half-closed eyes and a content smile on his face.

"I... I need a morning piss."

Part of you wanted him to drink his piss or piss all over you, but the horny mood was subsiding by now... You had already shot your load around 3 times without noticing, but the cum flowing down your thighs is surely enough evidence that you very much enjoyed your time with your dad.

"And I need a shower..." you groaned out.