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I'm out of the classroom, sighing in relief. I was done with my last midterm and totally ready for a break from the rigor of my classes. I was SO looking forward to spring break despite it only being a week. I exit the building, a pleasant breeze hitting my face as I make a quick stop to the school cafe for an iced coffee before heading back to the dorm. Stepping inside the room, I see Max and Bobby playing Street Fighter.

"Hey guys," I said as I enter.

"Hey Peej," said Max. "This is gonna be the best spring break ever! That was so cool of Miles to invite us to his beach house while his parents are away in Europe. I can't wait to head to the beach and get some action on the parties. I need to get hammered and laid SO bad."

"I hear ya on that one, bro," Bobby said before squirting Easy Cheese into his mouth. Why did I ever think that shit was funny? It's so disgusting now. Then I remembered, I hadn't told them I was going back home to spend the week with my dad. I had bought a train ticket last week, but I was so busy with classes, that I just forgot. Plus I needed to get packing.

"Listen guys," I began. "I don't think I'm gonna join you in all the festivities and stuff."

"Why not?" asked Max.

"Well, I decided to go back to Spoonerville. To see my dad."

"What?!" Max stood up to look me in the eye. "Are you really going back there? After he said raising kids was a nuisance and that he was going to turn your room into a bowling alley? Really, Peej?"

"Really," I replied, rubbing the back of my neck. "I kinda want to see him again. It's been a while. It must be lonely for him now that your dad goes to this college. And besides, my dad isn't that bad. He just talks a lot of crap. That's just his way." I couldn't believe the words coming out of my mouth. I was actually defending my dad.

"Yeah, no kidding. But whatever, I won't stop you if you want to go home."

The way Max said that really struck a nerve with me. It shouldn't have, but it did. I don't say anything and get started packing a suitcase. I was almost done packing when we heard someone knocking.

"Hey, Maxie! It's your dear old pop!"

It's Mr. Goofy again. He doesn't live in this building, but is always popping up. We can hear some of the other residents laughing out in the hallway. It always happens when Mr. G comes over to visit. We came up with the theory that people let him in our building just for shits and giggles.

"Oh god," Max muttered. "It's open!"

Mr. G comes in holding a box wrapped in holiday wrapping paper.

"How you boys doin'?"

"We're fine, Dad. What is it? Why are you holding that box? Starting Christmas early?"

"I have something to give to PJ. It's not really for him though, it's for Pete. Tell him I said hello, will ya?"

"Of course, Mr. G."

I glance at Max after taking the box. He has this puzzled look on his face. "How come he knows you're going home?"

"PJ told me when I ran into him...about a week ago. I'm driving him to the train station."

"I see." Max looks at me blankly, then turns back to the game. Was he upset that I wasn't going to spend my vacation going to parties and hitting up girls? I wasn't completely sure, but he knows that I'm not into the partying thing anyway. Besides he had Bobby, so I didn't feel too bad in the end.

I wake up around 6:30 the next morning. Max and Bobby were already gone; they had to leave earlier to get to the airport. I smiled, because it meant I could get ready in peace without Max trying to talk me out of going. I am out the door to head to the train station and see Mr. Goofy's car nearby as I leave my residence hall. I was glad he remembered to give me a ride. The ride consisted of idle chitchat, we talked about school and the librarian he was smitten with. I asked him what he bought my dad. Mr. Goofy told me that he bought a box of expensive cigars, and talked about the expensive taste his lady friend had. I couldn't help but laugh. Before I knew it, we were at the train station with ten minutes to spare.

"I'm glad you're deciding to go home to see Pete," said Goofy. "I'm glad you have a bond with your dad, despite how he acts when around others."

"Thanks, Mr. G," I said, smiling.

"Now, you need to get goin' or you'll miss your train. Take care of yourself."

"Same to you, Mr. G. See you in a few days."

I get out of the car with my belongings and wave as he drives off. Immediately I hear the announcement that my train will be arriving shortly, so I head up to the platform to wait for it. A guy from a class I took last semester notices me. It was a scrawny guy that I worked on an assignment together. He's okay, really pleasant to work with compared to others, so I have a small conversation with him until the train arrives. I board the train before him and head to spot where it's empty. I turn around to see if the guy was behind me but he was gone.

I take my seat at a window as my ticket is taken and we start pulling out of the station. Shortly after there were the announcements of all the stops and that the dining car was open for breakfast. I headed there and got a bagel, a muffin, and some orange juice. While I was eating, I thought about what Mr. Goofy said to me. He was glad of the bond I had with my dad.

Dad and I had a "bond" all right. It was one that parents shouldn't be having with their children. To put it bluntly, Dad and I were having sex with each other. It started when I was in high school and has been going on ever since. Mr. Goofy, Max and Bobby don't know about it and I'd like to keep it that way. I think he feels the same. Those guys would never understand, hell nobody would for that matter.

It all started a couple weeks after Dad's divorce from Mom was final. I had just started high school at the time. He was going to local bars often to pick up chicks, and failing miserably. He was a loud-mouthed, obnoxious fatass. People didn't find him attractive in the slightest. But he always believed he'd get lucky.

One night he came home super drunk, dropped off in front of the house by some guys he knew. Maybe it was some of his buddies at the dealership, I didn't know and didn't care. I went back to playing video games when he burst into my room and forced himself onto me. Throwing me onto my bed, he fucked my ass hard, taking my virginity.

After that night, the house just got a little weird. I was afraid to come home sometimes because there was no telling what Dad would do if he saw me. But once I got over the shock, I found myself liking it to the point where I wanted him to take me again. I remember a majority of my fantasies were me on his bed laying on rumpled sheets, begging him to fuck me over and over. I would jerk off almost every night to thoughts of him fucking me around the house and even outdoors where we could get caught. One night I was about to beat off when Dad came into my room, looking sad and pitiful.

We looked at each other, standing in dead silence. I could tell he wanted to apologize, but was having trouble getting the words out. And for some strange reason, it bugged me seeing him like this. It just looked so out of character for a man who claimed pride and not regretting anything made him who he is today, a man who made my life a living hell growing up, and yet still had a great deal of respect for.

I got off the bed, and stood in front of Dad. And without warning, I just kissed him. Hard. He held back. I expected that. But he didn't push me away. That I didn't expect. I also didn't expect him to pull me as close to him as possible, his tongue darting into my mouth, wrestling with mine, his crotch grinding into mine. I can feel how hard he was. Holy shit was it ever a turn on.

We broke the kiss and looked at each other, again with no words being exchanged. I didn't know what he was thinking, but in my mind, I thought that talking would ruin the moment. Dad pushed me to the bed, looking down at my naked body, with a smirk on his face. He took off his clothes and covered my body with his own. Dad fucked me hard the entire night, and I couldn't walk right for days. I didn't even care that I was getting giggles and stares from other classmates, the only thing on my mind was the next time I was going to enjoy some Peter Pete Senior dick.

All throughout high school, we fucked all the time, and it didn't matter where we were. Around the house. Out in the woods on camping and fishing trips. At sporting events when Dad would get private seating boxes. If we were horny, we would do it. Those were fun times.

As I sit there daydreaming, my hand goes straight to my crotch and I find myself super hard. I start to fondle myself until I hear the train whistle as it zooms past a railroad crossing and snap back to reality, breathing a sigh of relief that no one saw me. I scold myself for forgetting where I was.

The announcement came on that we would be arriving shortly at Spoonerville. I gathered my things and, after the train came to a stop, got off the train and entered the station. Not much changed since I left for college, and I was feeling a bit nostalgic. I thought about calling Dad, but decided not to and just surprise him instead. I hailed a cab to take me back to my house. The neighborhood was just how I remembered it, only thing different was nobody was living at Max's house. I headed up to my door, wondering if Dad changed the locks like he threatened to do the day I left. I slide my key in and turned, and the door opened. I couldn't help but laugh at myself for even thinking he would change the locks.

As soon I stepped inside, the faint smell of cigars hit my nose. The memories of us having sex filled my mind again, he often smoked a cigar when he fucked me, which turned me on. I went upstairs to my room and found it was pretty much the same way I left it. Then I check Pistol's room. The room was completely remodeled to become a game room. I knew he'd keep my room intact. Take that Max. You don't know shit.

Dad wouldn't be home for a while, so I put the gift-wrapped box on the dining room table and the rest of my things in my room and get right to work cleaning the house. I think living in a dorm with Max and Bobby turned me into a neat freak or something because I ended up cleaning every room in the house and changing the sheets on both beds. I thought about doing laundry, but I could save that for another time. I look at the clock on the wall, 4 pm. Time sure flew by, didn't it?

I hear a door slam. Dad's home, and my body starts tingling.

"Alright, who da HELL is in my house?!" Dad shouted. I flinch when I hear his booming voice. I think no matter how old I get, I'll still jump in fear whenever he gets loud. He must have smelled the cleaning I've done. I rush out of the room, and head downstairs. I stop on the last step, staring him in the face.

"It's just me Dad, I...did some cleaning."

"PJ?" he said. "What're you doin' here? Didn't think ya'd want ta come back home."

"I wanted...to see you. To see if you're okay."

"Okay? Shit, boy, I'm just fine. I'm more concerned about that Goof." Dad snorted. "Goin' ta college at his age. What da hell was he thinkin'?"

"He actually enjoys it," I said. "Got himself a lady friend."

Dad's face goes blank. Probably wasn't a good idea to say that. I quickly change the subject.

"He got you a present. It's on the dining room table."

Dad grabs the box and starts inspecting it, muttering something I couldn't make out. And yet, he tears off the wrapping like an excited child. I wondered if my eyes were deceiving me, but I could've sworn I saw a faint hint of a smile form on his lips.

"Can't believe it. The Goof bought me cigars." He inspects the box a little more. "Huh. These are one of the good brands. Who'da thunk the Goof knew about cigars."

I almost told him that Mr. G's girlfriend picked them out, but caught myself.

"He says that he misses you, and hope you don't get too lonely...,"

"WHAT? I'm Peter Pete Senior! And Peter Pete Senior does NOT get lonely, see?!"

"I dunno, Dad."

I walk up to him and give him a quick kiss on the lips, then I caress his face with my hand.

"You sure you're not lonely?"

"Listen boy, I just said...,"

"You're Honest Pete of Honest Pete's Used Cars. You can't tell a lie."

"Smartass son o' mine. Well, maybe just a little." He blushed. "Tell ya what I really missed? Fucking my son's sweet ass."

He lightly taps my backside and I can't help but moan. Being this close to him after so long is seriously turning me on.

"Did ya miss me?"

"I always miss you, Dad. It's hard not having you around to fuck me in the ass when I get horny, which is everyday."

He laughed as I started fondling him, making him groan. Dad liked it when I did things like this.

"Is that so?"

"Yeah. I'm always thinking about it." My stomach started growling. "I'm famished. Cleaning this house really made me hungry."

"Whatta ya hungry for? Some Pete dick in ya ass?"

"Well of course, but...,"

"I'm just teasin' ya, son. Let's have pizza."

I headed upstairs to my old room and put my things away and plop down on the bed. This same bed where I was fucked for the first time. The thought made me bone up quickly. I instantly hear Dad calling me down, saying the pizza was here.

"That was fast," I said heading back down again.

"They'd better be, after the stink I made wit 'em being too slow," he replied. I could never intimidate people to get what I want, but he can pull it off effortlessly.

We scarf down the pizza in record time while watching old comedy movies on television. Of course, I'm more interested in watching Dad. I would sneak peeks at him often and part of me wondered if he knew that I was watching him or not, he was so into the movie that I would usually think the latter.

I turned back to the movie we were watching. It was one of my favorite parts so my eyes were glued to the TV. When it was over, I went back to watching my dad. He caught me by surprise when I saw him fondling his groin. I couldn't stop staring.

He put his beefy arm around me and pulls me close. "Like what ya see boy?" he asked.

"Yes sir," I said, almost moaning. He looks me straight in the eyes, a smile on his lips.

"Gimme a kiss first."

He doesn't need to tell me twice. I kiss my dad hard, my tongue going straight into his mouth. Both of his arms wrap around my body and I'm pulled close to him. I moaned and shiver when he pulls up my shirt, rubbing my back and my sides. I desperately pull his tie off and opened his dress shirt, popping some of the buttons. After our shirts are off, we kiss again, but only briefly because I just have to have my dad's dick in my mouth. He knows I want it. I know that he knows.

I don't wait for him to tell me to take my pants off. I get up, unbutton my jeans and slowly make my way out of them, then start dancing around in my white briefs putting on a show for my dad. He makes a comment on how I'm still wearing tighty-whities but says I still look hot. I start to take them off but he stops me, insisting I keep them on. I watched as his boxers and pants come off, then he lights up a cigar, and to my surprise, it was one of the expensive ones.

"Using up the new cigars already, dad?"

He nods. "But I'm only smokin' these babies on special occasions. This is a special occasion, right?" He takes a puff and blows out the smoke, while stroking his cock to hardness. I catch a whiff of the smoke, and I detect a faint smell of graham cracker. A smile forms on my face. I couldn't believe a cigar could smell...pleasant. Put all the cigars Dad smoked in the past to shame, if you asked me.

Another puff, another exhale. He beckons me closer and I swear I'm floating to his feet. He tells me to get on the couch and lay on my stomach. I do so, and I'm face to face with his dripping cock. That's when I notice the cock ring he's wearing.

"Nice, you're wearing a cock ring," I said.

"Glad you like it, son, I got it not too long ago," he replied. "Betcha want one just like yer old man, huh?"

I nod because he's right. I do want one, and I probably would if I wasn't too chicken to just order it. Anyway, back to my dad's dick. There is a rope of pre hanging down from the tip, which I catch with my tongue before it falls to the floor. More pre starts to leak out, and I lap that up as well before licking up and down my father's shaft. I lick his cock a few more times until I eagerly take it into my mouth and start sucking him off, while he starts fingering my hole.

"Yeah boy, suck my big cock," he moaned, then he starts making noises that are a cross between a moan, a growl, and a purr. He never started making a sound like that when he was fucking Mom, so it made me happy that he was making the wonderful noises because of me. Plus they were such a fucking turn on. My own dick painfully hard, I find myself grinding my erection into the soft cushion.

Dad pushes my head away from his dick, telling me to give his nuts some attention as well. I do what he says and give those fat furry balls a thorough licking, but I can't help but do more. So I roll my tongue slowly from his balls, then to his taint, and finally to his hole. I lick at his entrance for a bit before diving right in.

"Fuck yeah, eat my ass, my little dirty boy...tastes good don't it?"

"Yes sir," I groan. "I love eating your ass, sir."

"Heh heh...mmmph...naughty little boy you are...I love it."

I continue munching on Dad's ass, tongue going deeper. He tells me what a good boy I am while sliding another finger into my crack, fingering me for a while, then adding another finger. He finger-fucks me again briefly before pulling out. I find myself whimpering.

"Alright boy, think it's time I gave that ass a good poundin'. My bed or yours?" Both my ass and cock twitches, this is what I've been waiting for since leaving home.

"My bed," I said. "For old times' sake."

We both grin at each other before I'm scurrying up the stairs to my bedroom.

I lie in bed on my back, fondling myself while I wait for Dad. Moments later, he comes in, a bottle of lube in hand. He's on the bed, applying lube to his dick. I grab the bottle from him and start to grease up my ass, groaning when the cool liquid touches my insides. I put the bottle to the side and look up at him.

"Ready for me to put it in?" he asked.

"Yes, sir. Fuck me, sir," I replied.

He pushes his cock slowly into me. I'm trying not to show any pain, but it does hurt a bit. Dad's dick may not be long, but he is fuckin' thick. That's okay with me, because pain is pleasure, as they say.

He fucks me slow for a while, his eyes locked onto mine. His face is already soaked with sweat and he's panting heavily, but he's determined to pump me with every inch of that cock of his. And I'm just in heaven.

"Oh yes, sir...fuck me, sir...," I moan out.

"So needy, I fuckin' love it," Dad said. "I'm 'bout to plow yer sweet ass faster now."

"Yeah, sir, fuck me faster...please..."

He takes another puff of the cigar and blows out the smoke, then he gets to work fucking me faster and harder than before. I'm pretty much groaning as loud as I can, gripping my sheets as tightly as I can with my chubby fingers. I could blow my load any minute now. Looking at Dad's scrunched-up face, I could tell he was close too. Another way I could tell was he would make these noises that were...hmm, how can I describe it...like a half-grunt, half-growl. Yup, that's it. So he does a bunch of these noises, each one louder than the last. Then with the loudest grunt he can muster and an "OH FUCK!", he completely stops thrusting and empties his balls deep into my ass. Once my insides are full of sperm, I let out a grunt of my own and shoot my load onto myself, the first volley hitting my face. Completely drained, Dad pulls out of me, and I can feel the cum dripping out of my hole onto my sheets. He collapses next to me, taking a puff of the cigar. I curl up next to him, then he puts his arm around me and we make out in the afterglow.

"How ya feelin' boy?"

"Pretty awesome," I said while blushing. "It's going to be awesome if I can get fucked like that some more.

Dad grint. "Why don't ya come down to the dealership? I could use a bit a' help since my secretary's on vacation. If ya do a good job, I might just fuck ya in a backseat or somethin'."

"Okay!" I said smiling. Dad puts out the cigar and goes to sleep. I kiss his cheek and think about Max and Bobby for a moment before shutting my eyes.

Max, I hope you're getting laid during your Spring Break. I know I am.