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Subject: Growing Up Paul 02-Birthday Gift Before I delve into the next chapter of my story, I think it might be appropriate to tell you something about myself and my parents. My parents were very young when I was conceived. Dad was 19 and Mom had just turned 17. Most likely, Dad impregnated Mom on her 17th birthday. Mom’s parents were livid and immediately disowned her. Dad’s parents were more liberally minded, as I would learn later, and were more than happy to support their son as Dad began his new life. The stories I relate began near my 9th birthday, though I have memories of Dad doing what can only be described as grooming me before that. Also, he has told me plenty of stories about that grooming process, in which he tested the waters before diving in. Mom’s name was Sarah. She is not really crucial to this story. Besides the obvious reasons, she was also checked out most of my life. She had serious mental issues and battled depression most of her life. This only got worse after I was born. Dad tells me that by the time I was three, Mom no longer had any sexual interest in him at all. So he discreetly got what he needed from others — both men and women. As I will explain more in later stories, Dad always knew he was bisexual, and that he was a pervert. It seems that those traits are strong in the men in my family. But, I digress. I promise you’ll hear more about that later. Dad’s name was Owen. Since he is crucial to this story, I will describe him. For now, I’ll describe him as I remember him when I was a nine-year old boy. I have a few favorite pictures of exactly how he was, including a few indiscreet dick pics he let me take. Anyway, Dad was not a big man, nor are any of the men in his family. His growth stopped at 5’8″. He worked out, a routine he picked up in the Army, so he had a defined, chiseled chest. His chest was smooth, but he was very hairy from the waist down, with a nicely defined treasure trace. That hair stopped abruptly at his ankles, which were gorgeous to me. To this day, I am still a sucker for a man with hairy legs and smooth, defined ankles — a reason I love living in the age of men sporting ankle socks! Dad was also a ginger, something that also trips triggers inside me. In the equipment department, Dad was a little more than average, sporting a 7-inch cock. He had a couple of tattoos, one on each forearm, from the war. Dad died unexpectedly, at 59, when I was about to turn 40. I was also skinny, painfully so as a kid and well into my early thirties. I never gave it much though, since my body looked so much like Dad’s, so I assumed that was the way it was supposed to be. My only abnormal trait — as a baby, even, Dad tells me — was that I was definitely a shower. Dad says that the doctor who delivered me commented to him that it looked like I’d grow up one day to make him proud! The doctor was comfortable saying that to Dad since they were secretly fooling around, and had been since high school. Yet another story for later. One more person should be introduced before I continue. That person would be my grandfather, Marty. All of the men on Dad’s side of my family had their first children when they were very young. Grandpa Marty was 17 when Dad was born, so when I was born he was only 36 himself, and 43 when my story started. He looked like an older version of my Dad — exact in every way except Grandpa had a full beard, and was more of an otter type with ginger hair covering his chest. People mistook them for brothers often, which didn’t bother Grandpa one bit. Grandpa actually outlived my Dad, passing away when he was 85. Anyway, time to continue where I left off with my story. ———- When I woke up the next day, it was my birthday! I was turning nine. Dad and Mom had planned a big party, with all of my friends and maternal cousins (Dad was an only child) coming over. As exciting as all of that was, I couldn’t stop thinking about everything that had happened the previous night. I found myself hoping that the day would go really, really, really fast so that Mom would leave and it would be just Dad and me for a whole week! School was school. I was a good student, got all As because I was a dork and cared about that kind of stuff. Dad dropped me off at school before he went to work, and told me that he would pick me up after school as usual. When I walked out to the car park area, he was there waiting. It was an unusually warm day, and Dad was wearing shorts, flip-flops and no shirt. It was pretty obvious he did that on purpose, just to tease me, but I didn’t mind one bit. When I got in the car, I could tell that he was hard already. But nothing happened, other than Dad reaching down to touch himself occasionally. When we were safely home, Dad told me to follow him. I followed him to his bedroom, where the shades were pulled. Dad wasted no time kneeling down in front of me and engaging me in a long, passionate kiss. Of course, I wanted that to never end, but Dad knew better. He stopped and pulled his face away from mine, with THAT look from last night on his face. “Sorry, buddy. But your mom will be home any minute. She wouldn’t understand this at all. Which reminds me, do you understand that all of last night — and anything else between us — is something that you don’t tell anyone unless I give you permission to do so?” Somehow I knew that instinctively, so I just nodded. He hugged me tightly, and I could feel his hardness against my leg from his kneeling position. For some reason, feeling that made me happy! “I’m proud of you, Paul. Not everyone will understand, and some people would try to stop us. I don’t think you want that, and I don’t either.” Hearing that made me shiver in a bad way, and all I could do was wrap my arms around him and hug him as tight as I could. About that time, we heard Mom’s car pull into the driveway. Dad started getting dressed, sadly, and told me to go upstairs and change for the party. ———- Everybody was there. My aunts and uncles in my mom’s family, along with their kids, my cousins. My Grandpa Marty and Grandma Ellen were there too. And, of course, my friends from school. It was a really great party, and I got lots of really great presents. I was distracted by all of the activity, but not distracted enough that I didn’t stop to think about the present that I knew I would be getting later. As far as I was concerned, as long as that present was kissing Dad and feeling him close to me, it would be the best present ever! Every once in a while, I’d catch Dad looking at me. When I’d look back and smile, he’d get the best smile on his face that I’d ever seen before. He was looking at me differently since last night. I didn’t mind one bit! Dad and Grandpa Marty were talking a lot that day. It seemed to me that they both would look at me while they were talking, and Grandpa was smiling a lot. We had a swimming pool in our back yard, so everyone was dressed to take a dip. I hadn’t really looked at Grandpa’s body in this way before, but I realized how much he and Dad looked alike, except for Grandpa’s hairy body and beard. They both caught me looking at them, but no one said anything. Doctor Gabe was there, too. His son Max was my age, and one of my friends. As the party was winding down, I noticed that Dad, Grandpa and Doctor Gabe were having a serious talk while they were sitting on the edge of the pool. I though it was my imagination but even Doctor Gabe seemed to be looking at me, and Max, as we splashed around in the pool. The way they looked at us was different. Oh, and I should mention, Doctor Gabe was a big, muscled man. He was very tall, worked out daily, and was covered with what I would describe as black fur. şişli travesti They talked until the party was over. After the party, we cleaned up and everyone went home. Mom went to their bedroom to finish packing. My aunt and uncle were taking her to the airport. Doctor Gabe told Max to gather his things so they could go home. I helped him, and we walked to where he, Dad and Grandpa were standing talking quietly. I was able to hear one thing, from Grandpa. “Good luck, son. You know we’ll be thinking about you. Let us know if you need anything. But it sounds like it’s all going to be just fine!” Grandpa hugged Dad tightly, and he even hugged Doctor Gabe the same way. Mom came outside, and my uncle helped her put her luggage in the car. She kissed Dad and me goodbye, told us to take care of each other while she was gone, and just like that Dad and I were finally alone. ———- We lived out in the middle of nowhere. No neighbors for at least a half mile in any direction. Our property had once been a big farm that Grandpa Marty’s dad had owned. But no one in our family wanted to farm so Grandpa Marty divided it between himself and Dad. He and Grandma Ellen were neighbors, but even that was over a mile away. Dad asked if I wanted to swim some more. Honestly, I really wanted to go inside, but when I looked at his fact I could tell that swimming was not all he was thinking about. I decided right then that I’d go along with whatever he asked or suggested. As long as that look stayed on his face, it would be all right! I wasted no time jumping into the water. When I looked back, Dad was standing there watching me splash around. The front of his swim trunks were sticking out, and I knew now why. He jumped in next to me, but not before taking his trunks off and giving me a glimpse of what was underneath. We splashed around for a bit, until Dad stopped and got serious. He motioned me over to stand in front of him, which I did. “Our weekend alone is starting now, Paul. Unless you can think of a good reason not to, I’d like to spend it all naked with you.” He had that look on his face, and I was hooked. It felt weird to be naked with my dad all week, but I couldn’t resist that look, so I put my hands in the water to pull off my trunks. Dad stopped me. “If you don’t mind, son, I want to do that.” I just looked at him. He was on his knees in the shallow end with me. He scooted up to me so close that I felt his hardness touch the inside of my leg. I guess it was instinct, but I closed my legs so that I could hold it there. Dad moaned. He reached under the water and grabbed the waist of my trunks, pulling them down as I raised each leg. He threw them up next to his. “We won’t be needing these anymore,” he said, laughing. Then he surprised me by taking his hand and cupping between my legs. “First things, first, son. A vocabulary lesson.” He used his thumb and finger to squeeze my pee pee. “What’s this called that I’m holding?” Considering the feelings running through my body at that moment, I was surprised I could talk. But I did. “My pee pee,” I said. Dad laughed. “Well, that IS what we taught you, I guess. But it’s proper name is a penis. Say that.” “Penis,” I said, and was immediately rewarded with THAT look again. “Good. That’s the word you use with other people, now. But when you are with me, you can use either the work cock or dick. I prefer cock, but that’s just me. Which one do you prefer?” “I like cock,” I said. THAT look just got more….. something. “Say that again, son.” “I said that I will call it a cock. I like how it feels when you touch my cock, Dad.” Man, but it was becoming very obvious that I had a power over Dad that I never knew I could. He shuddered when I said that last sentence. He reached down a little. “And these, Paul, are called balls.” I repeated, “Balls,” which elicited the longed for kiss! “You’re a quick learner, son. But you are my son, eh? Do you like feeling Dad touch your cock and balls?” I nodded and swallowed hard. “I like it, too, son. I’ve been dreaming about this moment, feeling yours. And you feeling mine?” Dad stood up, the water coming up to his thighs. I was staring at his engorged cock, which was sticking straight up in the air. It looked so big. I stared, and involuntarily licked my lips before reaching up to touch it. Dad shivered and moaned, but he didn’t otherwise move. I ran my hands along the tip and length of it, felt its hardness. It felt like an old friend, having felt it for so many years when I sat on his lap. I couldn’t stop looking at his face while I felt his clock. He was in heaven and something else I’d learn later. “One more vocabulary lesson, son. Take your hands and wrap them around my cock. Move them up and down. That’s called jacking off. Dad needs you to jack him off. It won’t be long before you get a surprise from doing that.” I didn’t take my eyes off of his face as I put both hands around his cock. Slowly, I moved them up and down, feeling the impossible hardness and exquisite intimacy of it. He didn’t lie. In less than a minute I saw his face contort as he opened his mouth to yell. While he yelled “Fuck, son, fuck that feels amazing!” over and over again, I felt something new in my hands. His cock was throbbing, causing me to break my gaze and look. When I did, something thick and white came shooting out, landing on my face and in the water. That went on for nearly a minute. Feeling that throbbing in my hands, and knowing that I made it happen, hooked me in a very deep way. When it was done, Dad reached down and picked me up so that I could wrap my legs around his back. “That, Paul, was incredible. By the way, when I was throbbing there is a word for that — cumming. And the stuff that shot out of me is called cum, or my load, or my seed.” I looked at his smiling, sweaty face. “Feeling you cumming in my hands was fun, Dad.” He laughed and licked the cum off my face before he kissed me. The taste was a combination of excitement and something else undefinable. I didn’t care right now. All I cared about was being there, Dad holding me in the pool, and kissing him. It wasn’t long before I felt his cock getting hard nestled in my butt cheeks. Damn if that didn’t feel like it was made to be there! I already loved this week, and I could tell it would only get better. ———- Dad walked to the edge of the pool and gently sat me down, being careful not to break the kiss. I was glad that he liked kissing me, because I certainly loved kissing him. Feeling his tongue darting around in my mouth, feeling his lips on my lips, looking into his eyes while we were doing it — to this day I can not divorce sex from kissing. They are intertwined for me, and always will be. Dad finally broke the kiss, and pulled away from me, before climbing out of the pool to sit next to me. His cock was hard again, and mine had never stopped being hard! He reached over to touch mine, and I did the same. “Let’s go inside, Paul. It’s early, and it’s Friday. No school for you until Monday. Do you have a lot of homework?” I shook my head. “Only a little reading to do, for a book report. It’s not due until next Friday and I’m almost done with the book.” “You know I trust you. As good as all of this feels and is, school and work always come first. Don’t ever forget that.” “I won’t, Dad.” “You’re a good boy, Paul. I’m always proud of you.” As he said that, he squeezed my cock and smiled. “You might not understand this, but your cock is bigger than mine was at your age. I’m guessing that you might have gotten that from your mom’s family. In my family, our cocks are just average.” I thought about that for a minute. beylikdüzü travesti “Yours looks very big to me, Dad. I hope mine is like that when I get older.” He smiled again. “It will, son. In fact, I’m betting that it will be bigger than mine. That would make me very proud, and happy, for lots of reasons. Does it feel good for me to touch you like this? You should know that if you want me to stop, I’ll stop and it will never happen again. I love you too much to hurt you.” I thought about that for even longer. “I wish I knew what to say. Or what I’m feeling. But…..” “Take your time, son. And don’t worry.” “But, I really love kissing you. I love sitting on your lap. I love the way you look at me, especially now. I feel other things that I don’t understand. But they are all good. You can touch me anywhere, whenever, for as long as you want. As long as you kiss me and hold me and have this new look on your face, I’ll never want you to stop.” It was Dad’s turn to think. As he did, he stood up and pulled me to my feet. As we walked inside, he broke his silence. “Thank you, Paul. I’m the luckiest dad in the world.” ———- Dad turned on the TV, and walked into the kitchen. He reached up and unlocked the liquor cabinet and poured himself a whisky sour, his favorite drink besides beer. After making his drink, he made another, smaller drink and handed it to me. “You like these, don’t you?” I smiled. “Yes, Dad. And I like how they make me feel. Sort of all warm and fuzzy inside.” “Ok. Promise me something, son. For now, until I say it is ok, you will only drink alcohol when we are together. I’ll tell you when I think you are old enough to handle it on your own.” “Roger that, Dad. You’re the boss!” Dad sat down in his chair. I noticed that his cock was not hard at that moment. He motioned for me to join him. I was kind of disappointed that his hard cock wasn’t between my butt cheeks, but I figured he had a plan. We sat there and sipped our drinks together, with Dad kissing my ears and neck occasionally while we watched TV. After a few minutes I started feeling that warm, fuzzy feeling. I guess Dad did, too, because he was cuddly and kissing me hard. I felt something hard touching my balls and reached down to feel his cock standing at attention between my legs. It seemed natural, so I took my fingers and ran them over the tip of it, enjoying feeling him shudder as he buried his face in my neck. We sat there, cuddling and kissing and touching, for a few hours. The TV was on, but neither of us were following whatever was on. It was just background noice. About nine o’clock, the phone rang. Dad answered it. It was Mom, telling him that she was checked into her hotel and was checking in on us. They chatted for a while, and I didn’t really listen much. But I did hear one side of the exchange that interested me. “Oh, yes. Paul loved his party. We swam for a while after everyone left, and now we are watching TV together.” Mom said something in reply. “We will be fine. Paul and I are enjoying our alone time. Don’t worry about us. He’s becoming quite the daddy’s boy.” Boy, did that make me feel good, and I reached down to play with his hard cock again. Dad growled softly into my neck. It wasn’t long after they hung up, that the phone rang again. I wasn’t sure who it was, at first. “Hello?” Listening. “It’s going great, actually. Paul and I are sitting here watching TV and enjoying a beverage together.” Listening. Smile. “He definitely loved his party and his presents. I think he’s enjoying the present from me more than any of the others, though.” Laughing, listening. “I’ll call you in a couple of days to check in. Maybe Monday night?” Pause. “Sounds great to me. Good night. I love you, Dad.” That got my mind going. Dad had been talking to Grandpa? And he mentioned the present that he gave me? When he hung up the phone, Dad told me to go get us a beer. When I got back, he was sitting there with his legs crossed and his hard cock sticking up onto his belly. I wasted no time sitting down and putting it where it should be. We finished our beer in silence. The only new thing was that Dad started pushing himself against me. I could feel his cock sliding between my legs. Figuring he liked the feeling, I helped him by putting my hands on the arms of the chair and sliding back and forth on his cock. Dad grabbed my hands and squeezed them hard until I could feel him start to pulse. Pretty soon his cock and belly and my ass were covered in his second load of the day. Dad told me to stand up and when I did he licked his cum off of my back and ass. Then he told me to clean him up. I wasted no time getting between his legs on my knees and licking every drop of cum off of him. He even squeezed his softening cock so I could get the last drops. I hoped that we weren’t sleeping tonight. I didn’t feel like sleeping. ———- I guess I was tired, after all. When I woke up, I was in Dad’s bed alone. I could smell him on his pillow, and loved that smell. I could hear him in the bathroom, the shower running. When I walked in the bathroom to pee, Dad was sitting on the toilet pulling something out of his butt. It was a tube thing connected to a red bag. After he pulled it out, he sat there and looked at me. “I guess you’re wondering what I’m doing.” I nodded. I saw Dad push and heard water going into the toilet. He wiped and stood up and walked into his steaming hot shower. He lathered up his hair, and soaped up his body. I watched in fascination as he reached around and soaped up his butt. I could tell that he was sticking his finger inside, something that made him moan. He got out of the shower and toweled off. “So, I was doing something called douching. Basically, it means that I was cleaning out really good inside my ass. The next thing I teach you about requires me to be really clean that way. Eventually I’ll teach you how to do it, but that’s for another time. Right now, Dad wants to teach you something that really makes him feel good. I hope that you’ll like it.” At that moment, standing there next to my naked, sexy dad, I couldn’t imagine him teaching me anything that I wouldn’t like. But I followed along, anyway. Dad took my hand and led me back to his bed. He laid down on his back and spread his legs. “Crawl up between my legs, son.” I did as he said. His cock was rock hard and sticking up to the ceiling. I reached out to grab it with my hands, remembering our pool time fun. But Dad grabbed my hands to stop me. “Good thought, son. You learn quickly. But Dad wants to try something new for the rest of the night.” He took a long drink and passed it to me for some. “New words. Blowjob. Cock worship.” I liked the sound of that last part. Dad was going to teach me to worship his cock. Like I didn’t worship it already! “I want you to kiss my cock, Paul. Gently. Kiss it all over. Lick it. My balls, too. I’m just going to lie here and watch you.” I guess it should have sounded weird, kissing Dad’s cock. But that was not how it sounded to me. I wanted to kiss it. So, I did. I kissed the tip, and kissed up and down it. I tried to touch it, but Dad stopped me. I guess I didn’t need to, anyway, since it was sticking straight up in the air. I kissed down the shaft to his balls and kissed them, hair and all. It was fun licking them, too. “That feels amazing, Paul. You’re a natural. Kiss my cock again, and look at me while you do it.” Of course, I knew that when I looked at his fact, I’d see that look so he didn’t need to repeat himself. I wasn’t disappointed. That far-away look, intense, was all over his face. When I licked the tip again, I tasted istanbul travesti something salty, like his cum but different. I hoped there was more of that. I was getting into this a lot. Between the sounds that Dad was making, his fingers running through my hair and the taste and smell of his cock, I was pretty sure that this was as good as it gets. I had forgotten something, knew that I had, but couldn’t figure it out. I didn’t care, though, because worshipping his cock was so intense! He let me keep doing that for quite a while, before reaching down to pull me up on his chest. Kissing began. Yum. We kissed for a long time before Dad looked at me and smiled. “Ready for something new?” “Ready and willing,” I said. “Remember what you caught me doing in the bathroom after you woke up?” I did remember. “Douching,” I said. “Good man,” Dad said. “I did that to be sure that I was good and clean, inside and out. There’s something that your dad loves to have done to him more than almost anything in the world. Having you worship my cock is amazing! But now we are going to move a little lower. It’s something called ass play and rimming.” I looked at Dad before replying, because I knew by now that if I repeated what he said it would really make him happy. He told me a few years later that just hearing me say naughty things was very hot! “Ass play and rimming,” I repeated while looking into his eyes. “What’s that?” Dad laughed. “It means, my boy, that you I am going to lift my legs and spread them. You are going to spit on your fingers and stick one or two in my hole. I’ll guide you. That’s ass play. Eventually you are going to put your whole hand in there, but for now we will go slow. And the rimming part means that you are going to put your face in my ass and lick my hole and eat it. What do you think?” Again, I probably should have had a very different reaction. But I trusted Dad, and if he said this was going to be fun, why not? Besides, he wanted it, and I wanted to make him happy. I nodded and dropped down between his legs. Dad lifted his legs and put them behind his head. His hairy ass and hole were right there, beckoning me. “Put your hand in my mouth, Paul.” I did as he commanded and felt slimy spit all over my hand. “Now, stick out these two fingers and slowly put them in my hole.” I slowly slid them in. It was a marvel to see that not only did they slide in, but his hole opened up so easily. When I was all the way in he stopped me. “Stay there for a minute, son. Kiss my cock and balls.” I eagerly did that. “Now, slowly slide your fingers out and back in. Go as fast as you want. Add a finger when you want to until you finally have all five of them in me. But stop at your knuckles once you do.” This felt equally dirty and intoxicating. My dad was on his back with his legs behind his head, and instructing me to stick my hand in his hole. I was riveted by the sight of his hole getting bigger as I slowly added finger after finger. Dad’s eyes were closed, and he was growling and yelping. His breathing was heavy. Finally, I added my thumb and slowly pushed in until my knuckles were barely visible. I stopped and Dad opened his eyes to look. “Fuck, Paul. Look at that! Is that as hot to you as it is to me, seeing your hand almost inside me?” I had to admit that it was. “It is, Dad. Does it really feel as good as you are making it seem?” Dad chuckled, and his hole squeezed my hand. “Son, it feels better than good, better than I can possible explain. One day I’ll show you. I want to do something else, now. Slowly pull your hand out.” I did that, and I was surprised to see that his hole sort of stayed open. I could see inside it a little. Dad sighed. “Would you kiss my hole, son, and lick it? I want to feel your tongue inside me.” Not wanting this to stop, I bent down and licked and kissed his hole. Dad bucked and quivered and growled even more. So, I pressed on, stuck out my tongue and slowly snaked it into his gaping hole. Dad howled! “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He reached down and pulled my head into his ass, getting my tongue inside him as deeply as it could go. It tasted good, but it felt better. I was making Dad feel this good and I would always want to do that when I could. So I darted my tongue in and out of his hole, his hands keeping my face firmly planted. “Ok, Paul. As much as I want this to go on forever, i have one more thing to teach you. He reached over to his nightstand and grabbed a bottle. Opening it, he told me to hold out my hand and he poured a slick liquid from it onto my hand. He told me to act like I was washing my hands and forearms with it. Pretty soon both hands and arms were very slick. Dad spread his legs and put them behind his head again, telling me to get between them. “One last vocabulary lesson, son. You are getting ready to learn to fist fuck your father.” I loved it when he said the word fuck, but knowing that I was going to fuck him really got my attention. “Take your right hand and make a fist like this,” he said showing me. “Now, slowly slide it into my hole until you get to your knuckles.” I obeyed and was rewarded with more growls, and fucks, and yelps. I stopped at my knuckles and Dad caught his breath. He reached down and grabbed my wrist. “I’m going to guide you in more, now. Don’t push. Let me push.” Slowly, but steadily, Dad pushed my hand in until my knuckles popped inside him. He actually yelled a little at that, and took a lot of deep breaths. But, he didn’t stop. By the time he was done, my entire arm was deep inside him to my elbow. “Now, Paul, that’s perfect. Just stay there. You can wiggle your fingers if you want. You can feel around. Just be gentle,” he said, and his voice was very husky. I wiggled my fingers, and felt the soft smoothness of his insides. It was like I was in a tube, but also like I was in a place where that tube got bigger. I didn’t know why, but the feeling of having my arm inside him was so hot. My little cock was hard as a rock and on fire. So was Dad’s bigger cock. He put some of the slick stuff on his right hand and reached down to stroke himself. The look on his face had taken on an entirely new dimension. He seemed lost in what I was doing inside him. At some point, he had reached the point of no return. “I can’t hold on any longer, son. You are just so damn good at this, and I don’t want to hold back. Pull your arm out, slowly, until you reach your knuckles.” I did that. “Slowly push back in.” I did that. “Now, slowly keep doing that — in and out, in and out. Fist fuck me, Paul!” I sat up straight so I could take it all in. Slowly I slid my arm in and out of his hole, wiggling my fingers as I did. It’s a good thing we were alone because Dad actually yelled and screamed. “That’s it, Paul. Don’t stop. Fuck my ass!” Dad reached down and started stroking his cock again. I matched his rhythm, in and out, in and out, until I felt his ass tighten around my arm. “Keep going,” he yelled as he pounded his cock and bucked on my arm. His ass was throbbing around my arm as he started to shoot an incredibly large amount of cum up into the air and all over his belly and chest. That went on and on, until I thought he might be hurt. But, finally, he stopped and fell back on the bed, panting and breathing hard. He didn’t have to tell me, but at some point I slowly started inching my arm out of his hole. He groaned, especially when my knuckles popped out. I looked at him and I’ll never forget the sight of my dad, on his back, covered with sweat and cum, his hole gaping, with a huge smile on his face. I crawled up on his chest and he hugged me tightly. “Did I do all right, Dad?” I asked. “No one has ever done better, son. No one. Thank you.” I felt incredibly happy inside hearing that. I kissed Dad’s chest and neck, and he growled softly. Man did I love hearing and feeling him growl. Both of us fell asleep just like that, sticky, sweaty. Content.