Sex with my dad gay

It does. After a few minutes I feel his hand sliding over my hip and down. After that hectic fuck, we needed time to recover.

When we eventually tidied ourselves up and sat down to coffee and croissants, Dad was quiet for a while, concentrating on his food, then suddenly looked up.

"I wasn't sure you'd want that to continue when we got back home."

"Why would you think that?"

"Well, I still think I might be messing up your life.

I could feel myself close to orgasming, and I knew he had to be close. He's not exactly pretending he's asleep, but when I whisper, "Dad?" he doesn't answer.

Dad brought his hand up and placed in under my neck. They smell like your cock."

He slammed into me and I was in heaven, getting used so hard by him, like nobody had ever done to me before.

I felt a change in his cock and his thrusts and knew I was going to get his huge load any minute.

I gripped his shaft with my arse muscles and he let go, hot cum shooting up my back passage, as he banged against me again and again till he was empty.

He removed the shorts from my face and pulled his cock out of my hole.

I started to protest but looking in the mirror, I watched as he rubbed the shorts over his cock, then shoved his still hard shaft back inside me.

He leant forward and rubbed the shorts in my face.

This makes me cum right away, but after I ejaculate Dad doesn't let go. I followed him to the sink with a couple of plates and he grabbed me from behind, his groin close to my behind.

I felt his semi stiff cock, as he rubbed himself against me.

"Whose cock do you want Ben?"

I pushed back into him.

"Yours, Dad, I want your big cock."

"Right answer, my son."

He ground his hips against me and I could feel his erection growing between my cheeks, as he bent over and kissed my neck, sucking on the tender skin, making me crazy.

"Take me to bed Dad."

Naked on the bed, I lay face down and moaned softly, as Dad rimmed my hole.

I started to jack off really fast nearing my orgasm. I'm already lubed up, having spent a lot of time priming myself before he got home, and although the entrance is still a bit of a struggle, once the head of him member pops in, it's easy from there.

Dad rides me in many ways, some nights hard and fast, and other times gently, at least at first, but in the end he's pounding into like a jackhammer while grunting like a bear, and after he fills my bowels with his seed he stays connected with me, hugging me with the chest rubbing my back until his cock slithers out.

It's then that we ease down to the bedding together, with him spooning into me.

I pushed and his head popped in. I'd only been with a few guys before Dad, but I've found that I'm pretty good at figuring out what guys like. It's never been used.

The house is deathly quiet, with only the ticking of the grandfather clock down at the end of the hall breaking the silence. He stood in my room in his white socks, briefs, and his dirty work shirt.

It was so soft and smooth, veiny, and he had tons of pubic hair. Just the sight of it made my hole twitch and I wanted that hard rod inside me again.

I took him in my mouth and gave him a good wet suck, with plenty of saliva, undoing my own jeans at the same time, then I stood up and pulled them down, turning round and displaying my arse.

"Fuck me, Dad."

He made a quiet whimpering noise in his throat.

"Where, bedroom?"

"Here."

I bent over the kitchen table and he rammed his way inside me, till he was right up my back passage, filling me with his thick shaft, then began to thrust against my arse with such a force that I had to hold on to the edge of the table.

This is what I'd been missing, being penetrated by his hard rod and having my hole used by him, stretching me open, as he slammed against my willing arse.

His balls were hitting mine as he increased the speed of his thrusts and the table started to rattle each time he pounded into my hole.

"That's it, Dad, ride my arse."

His breathing was ragged as he fucked like a crazy man, holding on to my hips and ramming his eight inches of hard cock as far inside me as he could get.

I needed to get his seed in me, to feel it spewing out of his cock and flooding my back passage, something I hadn't had for days.

"Breed me, Dad.

Fill me."

He moaned and with a loud roar, he tensed up and sent his thick white cum shooting up me, so powerful that I could almost feel it travelling up my back passage.

I'd almost forgotten how amazing that felt and how carried away he got sometimes, when it seemed like he wanted to possess me.

He held on to me, as he rested across my back and I could feel his heart beating.

It's been at least 4 days."

"Feels a lot longer, Dad."

We went through to the kitchen and chatted about day to day stuff, while Dad started to make coffee, just like he did before we went away.

Is that how it was going to be?

Dad seemed to be slightly nervous, as we talked about the weather and work, etc, but while we waited for the kettle to boil, I couldn't stand it any longer.

I walked across and put my arms around him.

"I've missed you, Dad."

His arms came up and he held me tight.

"Same here, son."

His voice was full of emotion, as he crushed me to him.

God he turned me on so much. For me there was one problem, I always thought he was this big homophobe, he hated anything that had to do with gays. He was a all-conference offensive tackle in college and got invited to an NFL training camp at a free agent. This allows me to slip into bed alongside Dad easily, and I leave the sheet down as I roll onto my side to face Dad, close enough so I can feel the heat from his body.

"Dad?" I whisper as my hand moves up to his chest, and as my fingers sink into the silver and black mat of fur I hear him sigh.

"Brian," he whispers as my hand moves through the crinkly pelt.

What I'm doing to his nipples would have me screaming in pain if it was me on the receiving end, but that's another difference between us.

Dad's breathing heavier now, and for the first time he moves. I could feel the love between us. Just like the last dozen nights he will protest at first, but I think that's more from guilt than anything else.

I cuddled up next to him and laid my head on his chest.