Waitin' for the Old Man to Come Home
#1 of Rottie DILFcest
I like DILFs
Ah, fuckin' school. Dunno why I still need to go to that hellhole. I graduate in a few months, and no colleges want me. I don't even know why I need to keep goin', I finished all the required stuff last year. Fuckin' state laws.
Anyway, I got in my car as yet another shitty day of bein' yelled at for not doing well ended. I guess I could do better there, my grades were fine when I NEEDED them to be...I'm gonna graduate on time, the counselor even told me that after yellin' at me for not wantin' to take any more classes.
I talked with my dad about it, he said he was fine with me takin' a year off once I graduated, as long as I applied to community college afterward. He wanted me to do well...I guess that's why I haven't stopped goin' to high school.
Ah...dad. The thought of him always put a smile on my face...and a boner in my pants.
"Ah...fuck." I said. I couldn't take care of it while drivin', of course. I DID let it out to breathe once I got to the traffic light, though.
I looked down at it while waitin' for the light to turn. I made it twitch.
I loved my dick, got it from the best person I know. It may not be humongous, but it worked for me.
I was lookin' forward to getting home. It may have been the same routine everyday after school, but fuck...it was my favorite part. I never got tired of it...especially when dad got home.
Once the light turned, I finally was able to get to the last stretch of road before our house.
Gettin' into the driveway, my boner subsided, and was able to retreat back into my shorts without my aid.
Once I got into the house, I took off my t-shirt and kicked off my shoes. I pulled off my socks, leavin' me in just my tanktop and comfy shorts. Don't think anyone at school knew, but I was freeballin' it that day. My shorts were comfy enough.
I took my discarded socks and shirt and placed them in the laundry bin.
I ran into the living room and turned my game console on. It was gonna be video gamin' until dad got home. Homework? Fuck that. Like I said, I didn't need to do anything more to graduate. I blew off any assignments given to me that day.
It was gonna be awhile until dad got home from work, so I played quite a few games.
I loved gamin'. Played so many different kinds, you name it, I probably played it. Mainly loved shooters and shit, though. Nothin' like relievin' the day's stress by shootin' fake people in the head.
I went online, and played some rounds with online friends, also home from school for the day. We loved playin' against the stupid spoiled children. The mouths on these little shits, pre-pubescent swearin' is always hilarious, especially when it's from a cub who said he could beat your ass in the game but lost severely to you.
"YOU FUCKING FAGGOT, I FUCKED YOUR MOTHER IN THE ASS LAST NIGHT!" One of them said over the headset.
"So THAT's where my mother went..." I replied, jokingly.
My friends all laughed at the little cub through our headsets.
In all reality, I have no idea where mom went. She just kinda left dad and me one day. Dad said he wasn't gonna pursue her, they both agreed the love between them just kinda died. She and I weren't close, either. Not like me and dad.
Havin' enough of the stupid cubs, we had some private rounds to ourselves.
Hours passed, and the sun was slowly going down. Seeing this got me excited again.
Still, I ignored the sudden boner I got again. I wanted to save it for much later.
"Ah, yes..." I said, over the headset.
"Dad coming home soon, RottieBalls?" A friend asked my handle.
"Fuck yeah he is."
"I don't get it. My dad just yells at me every day. Your act like your dad's the best fuckin' thing ever."
"That's because you're not close to your old man like I am." I said.
"If I didn't know better...I'd bet RottieBalls is gonna be gettin' fucked by daddy! I'd also bet he's got a nice boner right now!" Another friend said.
"Hahaha, fuck you, ILoveBitches. Snipe." I said, shootin' his player from behind, jumpin' down on him and givin' him a nice teabaggin'.
"I'll bet that's what his daddeh's gonna do, what he's doing to your guy right now, Bitches."
"Oooooohhhhh!" The other guys said, laughin'. I found it funny, so I started laughin' too.
"Fuck you all, I'm leavin' after this game." I said.
As if right on cue, I heard the front door open. Dad was home. A HUGE grin appeared on my face.
"I'm home from work, bud!" Dad called from the door.
"How was it, dad?" I asked, puttin' my hand over the mic on my headset.
"Eeeehh." He said, entering the living room. "Can you turn your game off? News is comin' on. I need to rest."
"Sure thing."
As the round ended, I quickly hit the off switch on my console. As I did this, I flipped the TV back to dad's favorite channel for the news.
While I did this, I saw dad unbuttonin' his shirt with one hand, and unbuttonin' and unzippin' his fly with the other. He smiled as I saw him do this.
Unbuttonin' the last button on his dress shirt revealed his white tanktop. His round, paunchy belly became more apparent underneath, slowly growing bigger as time passed. He once said that since mom left, he didn't feel there was as much a need to maintain the physique she once loved. I absolutely loved the growing paunch, though, so, good riddance.
Opening his fly also allowed for his bulge to appear from his white briefs. Like mine, it wasn't huge, but it definitely was there.
He briefly left the room to discard his dress shirt and pants. I went and sat back down on the couch, to watch the news with my dad.
A few minutes later, dad came back into the room, in just his tanktop and briefs. Oh fuck how I loved when that was all he wore.
"Mind if I laid down next to you, bud?" He asked, just like every afternoon.
"Go ahead." I smiled.
It became quite routine for us to do this every day during the week, dad watching the evening news while I silently ogled him.
He sat down, and laid on the other two cushions of the couch, making unnecessarily loud noises as he sprawled out on them.
His legs were spread, leavin' me a great view of his bulge. The briefs almost perfectly outlined everything. He didn't care if I stared, he always loved an admirer, whether it be mom, some other woman, or hell, even a dude at the gym. He was never the picky type. He always told this to us at dinner, usually along the lines of 'caught a chick checkin' me out today, it was great' or 'this guy was starin' at my cock in the showers, he was jealous'. Before she left, mom would always tell him to stop, but I just looked at him and smiled whenever he told those stories.
Dad remained silent whenever the news was on. He always loved learnin' what went on during the day around here. Outside of the occasional 'oh, shit', or 'fuckin' taxes', or 'this isn't fuckin' news' reactions to the usual stories, he'd be silent. He always maintained focus on the TV, never at anyone else. Mom hated this because he'd ignore all requests made to him. He'd have no reaction to anything whatsoever. And I LOVED it.
In news-watchin' mode, he'd be doing lots of things a guy wouldn't do in public. He'd scratch his pits, or play with his bulge for a minute. He was completely unaware...or was he. Mom once said he was fully aware of everything going on around him, but just didn't care at all.
Normally, I was content to just stare at his bulge for the evening, daydream about it, and then fap that night thinking about it.
Then and there, though, I had bet that if I went to his bulge and touched it, or hell, grabbed a handful, he STILL wouldn't even care in his news-watching mode.
...So I tried it. I slowly reached over to him, and when I got within reach of the man's bulge...I grabbed it.
I looked up. Absolutely NO reaction from my old man.
"HOLY SHIT!" I thought. No 'get your fuckin' hands off my sack'? No 'What the FUCK'?
That had to be unreal. I took my hand off the bulge, a little puzzled. My bet was right, but why?
...I grabbed it again, thinkin' the first time to be an impossible fluke. Still no reaction. Nevermind the fact that OH MY GOD MY OLD MAN'S SACK FEELS AMAZIN', I was absolutely sure his trance'd be broken.
I started rubbin' the bulge, goin' upward to where his dick was within the briefs. Not even a reaction from the dick! It was as if his entire body was shut off while he was watchin' the news.
I pulled my hand back. He did nothin' but stare at the TV. He continued to remain silent, undisturbed, and content. He continued to do the things he usually did, grabbin' at the bulge himself, scratching various parts of him, and so on.
A few minutes later, though, he did somethin' I didn't expect at all! I watched as my old man grabbed the elastic of his briefs, laid up for a second, and pulled the underwear completely off!
He gently laid the briefs on the floor next to him, doing all this while never breaking his sight of the TV screen.
He laid back down on the couch the same way as before, with his cock out. I saw this and a boner sprung up in my shorts almost immediately.
The old rottweiler's fur there was a fine light brown color, on his sack, and at the base of his cock, where it got finer upward to the point where there was no fur at all. The old man was uncircumcised, and I knew he was proud of it. He'd always talk of his cock being 'uncut, like it should be'.
Of course, I had seen it before, whenever I caught dad changin' his clothes, or showerin' whenever I needed to piss, but never like this, giving me the greatest view ever.
The cock was thick, it mostly hung covering about ¾ of his sack, the foreskin mostly stoppin' just after the head, gettin' pinker the further up the shaft.
"What if..." I thought, "...I could do what I did with his bulge? Grab at his dick and play with it?"
Like before, I started reachin' for his sack. Once I got close enough, I gently grabbed at it.
Everything inside of me started melting in bliss. Feeling my old man's balls within the huge coinpurse between his legs was amazing. I could feel that pre started oozing out of my shorts.
And the fact that HE STILL DIDN'T FUCKIN' CARE AT ALL was drivin' me insane! All he was caring about was seein' the surveillance video of the retard tryin' to rob the bank but bein' attacked by the patrons. If I had known this before, I'd have grabbed his bulge a lot sooner!
I then moved upward to his dick. The warm, soft shaft felt so warm and thick in my fingers. I gently pulled back his foreskin to reveal the pink head, something I didn't usually see whenever I caught him naked. And still, not one twitch! The old man had some will-power on him!
I continued to play with his dick for awhile. I saw the old man crack a smile, but I wasn't sure if it was because he just heard there'd be no rain on Friday, or he was secretly enjoyin' my fondlin' him.
After awhile, I heard the anchors wishin' the viewer a pleasant evening. I quickly jumped back into my part of the couch, as dad's trance would ultimately be broken.
"Ahhh...." He sighed, his trance broken. "Hey, bud...playin' with your old man's dick?"
"WHAT?" I was a little surprised, but tried to deny it. "No, no. I would never." I said, matter-of-factly.
The old man laughed.
"HAH! Of course you were. Don't lie, I felt you rubbin' me this whole time, I even took my briefs off to make it easier for you."
I froze...but admitted myself. "How do you not get hard after all that?"
"I KNEW IT!"
I rolled my eyes.
"Takes a lot of patience and focus, son. I let it get hard when I WANT it to."
"So...you don't care that I fondled you?"
The old rottweiler shrugged.
"Naw. Who cares if my kid's a queer? I don't."
I smiled.
"He's my queer." My old man said, affectionately.
"I guess you wanna have some fun together before dinner, huh?" He asked.
I grinned. "Sure!"
My old man grabbed the base of his dick and flopped it at me. "Go ahead, bud. Yours for the suckin'."
I said nothing, but lunged on top of him. I grabbed his cock and started licking it. Not long after I shoved the nice warm piece of man meat in my muzzle.
"You like your old man's cock, huh."
I looked up at him and nodded, while suckin' him off. I tickled the inside of his foreskin with his tongue. NOW his dick finally responded. I felt him growin' and twitchin' in my mouth. My own dick twitched in reaction to his.
"Ahhh, fuck yeah." He mumbled. "Play with daddy's sack too, bud."
I immediately complied, and grabbed my old man's scrotum, squishing around his huge balls. He sighed in content and laid back.
"Say, bud...it's a little unfair for me to be the only one with my junk out. Let's see how you've been doin' under your shorts."
My old man took my shorts and started to pull them off me. I helped out and pulled them off completely, revealin' the boner I had for the past hour.
"Ahhh, yes. Uncut, just like your old man. You know your mom wanted have the doctors cut you. I told her it'd be a cold day in hell before a doctor puts a knife on my kid's dick."
He reached at it and grabbed my shaft. He started stroking it a bit.
"Fuuuck yeah. Nice and thick. I bet you hear all these bitches go 'it ain't nothin' if it's not long', I say fuck 'em. It's girth you want. Destroys their fuckin' pussy and they'll never talk about length again. Guess you don't care about 'em though, if you're cravin' dick as well."
I could do nothin' but nod. His dirty talk and him strokin' my own dick was drivin' me crazy, though. He could see the pre just oozin' out of it.
"Jesus Christ, bud, you look just about ready to explode and I'm barely touchin' you!"
He grinned.
"Let's continue this somewhere more comfortable, bud. Don't want the fireworks goin' off so soon!"
He pushed my face off his cock. He then got up off the couch, grabbed the briefs he took off earlier, and walked to his bedroom.
I took a look at my old man's bare ass as he walked away. It was a work of art. Big, and round, and oh lord so juicy. I wiped some drool off my face when I realized my mouth was open in awe.
I laid there for a minute, wonderin' what he was going to do next. Whatever it was, I was sure it'd be great. I pulled my shorts back on and walked into his room.
When I entered, I saw that he was already layin' on his bed.
"Why'd you put your shorts back on? Take 'em off, my room is a no pants zone!" He barked.
I quickly pulled them off and laid them in the clothes hamper, on top of his briefs, which I guess he was not goin' to wear again for the rest of the night.
He noticed I didn't have to remove any underwear.
"You freeballed it today didn't'cha." He laughed.
"Hahaha...well, they're comfy shorts." I replied.
"No need to explain, bud. I been there. Sometimes you just don't want your dick confined in those blasted things."
He gestured me towards him.
"Get on, bud. We're gonna have the ride of your life."
Shit, didn't need to tell me twice! I jumped on top of his bed.
"So, bud...tell me what you wanna do first. I'm up for anythin'."
"Really?"
"Yup. Your choice first."
I thought about it...so much I wanted to do. Continue suckin' him off, give him a nice handjob, his dick was so awesome I just wanted it in my face at all times.
"...Teabag me."
"Wuh?" I had a feeling he didn't understand the word.
"S'not really a sex thing, you just kinda rub your balls against my face."
He laughed.
"Kinda like what you do in that game of yours."
"Yeah! Exactly!"
"Alright. Lay down."
I laid flat on his bed. I watched as the old man put one leg over me, kneelin' on the bed. He then leaned forward and grabbed the bars of his bed frame.
His amazin' sack got ever closer to my face as he lowered himself onto me.
"Here they come, buddy."
The soft, fuzzy balls plopped down on my muzzle. Oh lord how soft they were. The old man gently moved them back and forth across my muzzle. When he moved them back, they got close to my nose. Every time they did, I took a nice whiff. The musky scent of my old man's sack was intoxicatin'.
He then moved them off my muzzle, lettin' them dangle on the underside, near my mouth. The tip of his dick rested on my nose for a minute. I also took a sniff of it, and growled in bliss.
"Lick 'em, boy."
I let my tongue reach out and let them lap along his coinpurse. The texture of his soft sack felt amazing on my tongue. I lapped at each of his balls, letting them move around a bit inside the sack, first his right, then his left.
He lowered himself some more on me, allowing the balls to go straight into my mouth. I sucked on the lovely sack, doing some more licking and tickling inside.
"Oh fuuuuuck. Yeah, like that."
I grabbed at his dick and stroked it a bit while gobblin' his sack, thinking I might've just been in a really good dream. I pinched myself to check if I wasn't.
He then took himself out of my mouth.
"Heh, that's enough of that for now, bud....Since I don't really consider that sex, I'll let you pick another thing."
I thought about it some more. I remembered lookin' at his ass earlier.
"Your ass. I wanna do stuff to it."
He chuckled.
"You like my ass too huh. Don't blame you, I have a great ass. Move aside."
He got off me, and I got off the bed for a minute. He then positioned himself on the bed, laying on his stomach, ass up in the air for me.
"Don't think you'll need too long, bud. I saw you just about ready to shoot before."
"We'll see about that."
I got back on the bed, and went closer to my old man's ass. It was still a beautiful sight, so round. I moved my hands through the fine fur on the cheeks, trying to grab a handful.
"Wait."
I looked up at the back of his head. He pointed his finger, but I couldn't see his face our mouth.
"Lube's over there." He said.
I reached over to where he was pointed and grabbed the bottle of lube.
I opened it up, and put some in my hand. I started strokin' my dick with the lube on it, makin' it nice and slick. The pre also helped.
I then opened up dad's ass, revealing his tight, pink hole. It already clenched in reaction. With the other hand I turned over the bottle of lube and squeezed it over his hole. The moment the cold, wet lube hit the hole, my old man let out a REALLY hot moan.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, fuuuuck, son. Lube that ass."
I rubbed it all over his hole, and even poked inside the hole with a finger, allowing some lube to get in.
Grabbin' my lubed up dick, it stayed nice and hard since the old man was teabaggin' me. I pressed it up against his hole, and it slid in easily, almost like my dad's ass SUCKED me in.
Dad moaned in contentment. He was right, I felt like I was almost ready to blast inside him. I rested for a short bit to regain myself.
With myself still inside him, I picked my old man's waist up, so his ass would be much higher in the air, and gave his dick room to twitch.
I reached around and felt he himself was enjoyin' this too. Grabbed a rock-hard dick. I rubbed his dick, and started thrustin' in him.
"Fuck yeahhhhh." I said,
"Make me cum, bud. I wanna shoot all over the bed." I heard him, starting to rest on his arms.
I was determined. All I ever wanted to do in my life was make my old man happy. I didn't care how.
With the hand that wasn't jackin' him off, I held his paunch with my other, and started thrustin' HARD inside him. I wanted our sacks to slap together.
As I was pumpin' inside him, I heard him grunt and moan, and mumble dirty talk.
"You want that ass, bud. YOU WANT TO FUCKIN' DESTROY IT."
"Oh my God FUCK YES I DO."
I was gettin' close. Feelin' his dick get slippery I felt he must've been close too. I continued slappin' against his cheeks, our balls clackin' together like one of those toys you see on an office desk.
"Don't fuckin' come yet, kid." He said.
"Oh?" I asked as if I had some authority over him.
"NO." He clenched his ass so tight it fuckin' put the brakes on my cock. I was stuck inside of him.
"Not ready yet. Older men need more time to come. Get off."
I pulled my dick out of his ass, still hard and wantin' to cum so badly. He got up out of position and off the bed.
"Besides...it's MY turn. And, like you...I choose ASS."
The old man still had the strength to pick me up. He got back on the bed, and set me in his lap. I felt his dick pressing against my back. I watched as he grabbed the bottle of lube and poured some onto his huge fingers. I watched as his hand disappeared behind me. Next thing I knew, I felt something pokin' into my ass. His lubed fingers were THICK.
"AHHHH OH MY GOD!"
"FUCK YEAH. Nice and tight."
He laughed.
"If that's your reaction to my fingers, just you wait."
He moved his dick off my back. I then felt it trying to get into my hole. I thought it impossible to get in.
"Relax, bud...it won't get in if you don't. S'like a gag reflex. You need to let my cock do what it needs to."
I tried to take his word. He was still pushin' it against me, but with some patience it got right in.
"Oh yes. We're in."
I felt him thrust inside me. He was so goddamn thick...but I enjoyed every inch.
"THIS is how a man fucks...Ah, such a tight fit. Pity it won't be so tight afterward."
He humped me while we sat up on his bed. I felt it go all the way up and in. He fuckin' destroyed me.
"Dad, I'm close!" I said.
"Fuck, me too. You're so tight."
He continued slammin' himself into me. I couldn't fight it anymore, and the way his balls started hittin' me more, I could tell he was just about ready too.
"FUCK, I'M GONNA-"
"OHHHHH FUUUUUUU-"
I felt the old man's jizz start filling me up. I couldn't grab my dick to control where I was jizzin', ended up gettin' it all over dad's bed.
I felt his stomach on my back, our breathing had timed itself to each other.
"That's how you fuck, bud."
"Yeah...well, an ass DID get destroyed, but not yours."
We remained silent for a few moments, him still inside me. Our stomachs didn't wanna stay silent, though.
"All that fuckin' has made me starvin', bud. You wanna go order a pizza?"
"Sure." I got up off my dad, his jizz just started POURIN' out my ass. Looked like he was savin' it up like I was.
I left the room for a bit to call the pizzeria. After a few minutes, I went back into the room, to see him, still layin' on the bed. He took off the blanket and put it in the bin on top of our clothes we left earlier.
He was flippin' through the channels on the small TV across the room. I always wondered why he wouldn't watch the news in his bedroom with his own TV, but never questioned it.
S'ordered. Large pepperoni.
"Mmmm...fuck, that sounds good." He mumbled.
I got back on the bed, and sat on dad's lap like earlier, save the cock in my ass. I felt him put his arm around me.
"Gettin' a nice belly, kid." He said.
"Yeah...you are too, old man."
"You like it, bud?"
"Fuck yeah...so hot, and soft against my back."
"Heh heh...didn't expect you to be into the fatties."
"Chubs are more fun, most people with other body types are assholes."
"Heh...I guess you ain't wrong about that. The fatasses in the gym didn't usually insult others."
We went silent for awhile, as did kept flippin' the channels.
"Hey..." I chuckled. "...You know what'd be awesome?"
"Yeah?"
"Answerin' the door for the pizza guy with your dick out like now."
The old man started bustin' out laughin'.
"Well you're a funny one. I haven't done shit like that since college."
"Heh...so, you gonna do it?"
"For my kid...sure."
I hid and watched as dad answered the door in just his tanktop. The cat saw the old man's dick and had a horrified look on his face. I couldn't keep from laughin'.
"Yeah, kid...it's real. Take your fuckin' money."
We retreated back into his room and sat on his bed while watchin' some TV and eatin' the pizza.
"You know..." he said between bites, "Back in college, whenever we were REALLY horny...we didn't care to call up our bitches. We just fucked each other. Quicker, and we didn't need to go out on a stupid date first."
"Heh, really?" I asked.
"Yeah...so, gettin' a cock up my ass ain't nothin' new. I'll let you come inside me another day, bud."
I looked at him, and smiled.
"We can do this more?" I liked the idea.
"Fuck yeah. Whenever I'm home and not busy, bud. We can do whatever you want."
"You think we can last longer when you fuck me too?"
"Hahaha, yeah, I'm sure now, with your asshole loosened up."
The two of us stopped talkin' and watched his TV while continuin' eatin.
"...Ah, fuck, got some grease on my dick!"
"...Use a fuckin' napkin, kid. Really, you got no common sense."
"Fuck you, old man."