A gay adult story: Dad Doesn’t Stand A Chance: Part 9 by DadSpoilsMe ,
Please read Parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 & 8 for a better understanding of this chapter.
Please read Parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 & 8 for a better understanding of this chapter. Names have been changed.
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A couple days passed before Ben felt well enough to move around the house again, but he was still sufficiently sick to take time off work. He is somewhat cranky and irritated when he’s sick, so while he spent his days held up in his room watching movies and chatting online, I took the opportunity to enjoy my summer and catch up with my friends.
He seemed to be in better spirits in the later part of the week though, and on Thursday we had lunch together for the first time since he got sick. He apologized for being difficult and we spent the rest of the meal reminiscing about the amazing past weeks we were having and the state of our new relationship. He was very interested in Ashley’s return but luckily, after her last stunt and Tommy’s involvement, her mother decided to take her on for the rest of the summer.
He was disappointed but by now Ben had become someone different. He was no longer the sweet, caring dad that I had known for most of my life. He was the uninhibited version of himself – still sweet and caring but now letting all the hairs hang out. The one who walked around naked, cursed and farted at his leisure. The one who watched porn openly and masturbated if he felt like it. The one who talked about fucking women with or without his own son. And as I soon learned, the one who had tricks up his sleeve when it came to teen pussy.
“Damn, I was hoping we wouldn’t have to try this.”
“Huh? Try what?”
“You know your friend two blocks over? Kristy?”
“Kristy? Oh, you mean, Kristen?”
“Yeah, yeah, her. Well I been chatting with her online and I’m gonna take you guys to a movie sometime.”
“Oh cool okay.”
“And after we’re gonna bring her back here.”
“Haha. Whatever.”
“I’m serious champ. I been talking to her on facebook, how I was sick and what not and I swear she was flirting with me.”
“When? What’d she say?”
“Yeah, she messaged me saying she hopes I feel better and that she makes good soup for that. What does she know about making soup? Haha. Anyway, we talked for a while and she told me I gotta try her soup. We wanna try her soup alright, eh champ?”
“Are you sure? I mean, I don’t want us to get into any kind of trouble. Still have the messages.”
He pulled up the messages on his laptop and I could immediately notice the teenaged flirting coming from her with all the hugs and kisses and the wink eyes and teasing tongues. She even volunteered to sneak out of the house to drop soup by late one night, but he convinced her otherwise, instead setting up the movie date he had told me about earlier. Regardless of the flirting, I was still apprehensive about getting him involved with another girl, not to mention the fact that this could go horribly wrong, but he wasn’t having it. He was blinded by lust. It had now been almost a week since he had sex, and while not any record, going from getting pussy at least five times a day, to nothing in seven days can make a man go crazy.
“You flaking on me champ? Come on, I can’t do this without you.”
I finally agreed and he set up the movie date for that same night. I could tell that he was bursting with excitement because he kept randomly getting hard throughout the evening, unable to control his thoughts about the impending experience. I on the other hand was much more reserved, but as it was going ahead, whether I liked it to or not, I decided to enjoy it. The afternoon hours flew by and little by little as the sun went down, his anticipation rose and rose until he finally decided he would take a long hot bath before we got ready. About twenty minutes later, I got a text on my phone asking me to help him with something upstairs. I thought he must’ve forgotten his towel and didn’t want to get out of the tub all wet.
“In the bathroom?”
“Yeah, come in. I need help with this.”
When I walked in, he was standing dry and naked, looking at himself in the mirror. Even after all of the things I’ve seen, his naked body still gave me chills and sent sensations straight to my young cock. His body was perfect to me. I loved his strong arms and piston thighs, round ass, and of course his fat, thick hanging cock. But I also loved his small tummy, and his slightly toned chest. He wasn’t an Adonis, he was a dad and a very hot one at that. He had shaved his chest, and the fine treasure trail on his torso but everything else remained in tact.
“Haha what are you doing?”
“Come over here. I need your help champ. I wanna shave my ass.”
“Hahaha. Cleaning up for later?”
“Yeah, well I don’t wanna scare the poor girl. Help me out?”
“Sure.”
I lathered up his nice, tight, round ass and began slowly passing the razor over it. I had never shaved an ass before but I didn’t mind spending time nurturing his wonderful body. His buns relaxed and tensed with every cut, becoming smooth and lickable with every stroke. When the time came to get into the more sensitive areas, he put one foot up on the bathroom counter, spreading his cheeks apart, exposing the tightest little ass hole. I desperately wanted to lick or just drop my pants and push my 5 inch cock straight up his ass but I held myself together and continued shaving the rest of the tiny hairs away from around his hole. Finally, he pulled his ass far apart for me to inspect my work, to ensure I shaved it cleanly and then tried to check it for himself, as best he could.
“You think I should shave under my arms too?”
“Nah. You don’t need to. That’s kind of a turn on. What about your dick?”
“What? Nah. A man’s dick should look like man’s dick, you know.”
“Yeah, but young girls like the clean look. She won’t blow you if you got all that hair on it. Look at mine.”
“Well I wanna fuck, not blow, but I get it. Ok, shave it off.”
“Okay, we’ll compromise. How bout I just use the machine and trim it down. Quick and easy. Cool?”
He nodded and I grabbed the electric shaver. I’m not sure if it was because I was holding his fat cock in one hand or the vibrations from the shaver, but his dick started thickening in my hand and soon enough was at full mast. I continued trimming his pubes as if nothing was wrong and he only looked slightly bothered himself, looking down with a sly smug on his face. By the time I got to his balls, they were swinging low and he twinged once or twice as the shaver ran across his sensitive nuts. When I was done, I gave it a dust and held it firmly, checking to see if I missed any spots. He made a quick jump in the shower to wash off all the excess hair and then exited and dried up, examining his new look in the mirror. His cock got even harder as he ran the towel roughly over his inflated shaft and he looked amazed at the wonders a little body trimming could do.
“Hey, my stomach looks good haha. My fucking dick looks big!”
“Haha, you mean BIGGER.”
“Damn. It’s been a while since I didn’t have a full bush. Feels weird, but looks good!”
“Don’t worry. It looks really good. I did a good job.”
“Haha you did champ.”
He nonchalantly began touching his meaty cock and I myself had been sprouting a boner for the majority of the last hour. I knew he wouldn’t be able to get off by just masturbating so I decided that since he was going all or nothing tonight, I might as well gamble myself. I told him I would be right back, and went into his bedroom, looking for his eye blind that helped him sleep at night. When I reentered, he was still looking at himself in the mirror but his cock was beginning to simmer down again, so I knew I had to act fast. I told him that there was one more thing that needed to be done before his big night and had him sit down on his bed. He obliged and I put the blind over his eyes so he couldn’t see, saying it was a surprise.
Without hesitation, I knelt between his legs and pushed his semi-hard cock into my mouth. He let out a sharp sigh and pulled the blind off and pulled me up.
“What are you doing?”
“Just relax dad. I’m gonna help you out.”
“What? No.”
“Listen, you have almost a week backed up. You won’t last enough tonight to enjoy it when Kristen gets here. You have to blow this load before tonight. Just put the blind back on and pretend it’s her or Ashley blowing you. You won’t even know it’s me. Trust me.”
I could see him thinking about it and with a little more convincing he laid back and slipped the blind back on. He wasn’t too happy, but I knew once I got him 9 inches full again, he wouldn’t be complaining. I got comfortable and started sucking on his luscious, thick cock. I couldn’t believe that I was finally servicing my dad after all the months and years of yearning. Tommy had thought me a lot from his blow job so I knew what to do when my hands or mouth got tired. Ben was almost as thick but not as long or as rock hard as Tommy, so it was much more suckable. I made sure to play with his low hanging nuts and run my fingers across his new shaven stomach and on his upper thighs. He put his hands behind his head and began moaning softly, so I got into a rhythm and went to work, going as deep down as I could and then coming up for air, spitting on his big snake while jerking it furiously with my hands and jiggling those big balls. He began encouraging me to go deep but didn’t take off the blind and I obeyed, doing whatever he asked. My lust began to spiral though and I took my mouth off his cock and travelled down to his balls, going lower but all the while, jacking his tool up and down. I started to budge his ass up so I could get close to his asshole and he finally rose up enough so I could shift his cheeks apart and stick my tongue across the opening. I’m not sure if it was the first time he had been rimmed, but his reaction was amazing and he flicked my hands off his cock and sat back up, taking off the blind.
“Fuck that feels good.”
“Haha yeah, but I can’t get you well lying down. Turn over like this.”
He went onto all fours on the bed and split his ass wide for me to get a good, long look at that tight hole. I immediately started eating his asshole, licking and flicking that beautiful man hole of his as he stroked his cock from head to base. He kept yelling how good it felt and pushed back his ass on my face, seemingly unable to get enough of my tongue. I continued licking it until he said he was going to cum so I spread his legs and pushed my head through, putting his dick into my mouth again, bobbing my head up and down. He bust then and there, hot and plentiful, filling my mouth with load after load of sweet dad cum. I swallowed as much as I could but it was too much for even to handle and I let the rest spill out onto my neck until I could ingest it all. I kept sucking his cock but he pulled out and began stroking to get the rest out. I was between his knees as he spit the small globs on me before getting off the bed and pulling me up. He told me to get into the shower with him and we both started washing off all the cum.
“Whew. So what was that?”
“Just me helping you out.”
“So you’re not expecting anything in return?”
“Not at all. I just love you a lot and I want you to always feel good.”
“Well I can get used to that but I’m not sure you should be doing that.”
“Well what’s the point in us having this cool new openness between us if we’re both walking around with blue balls all week?”
“Right, champ. I mean, just to get off.”
“Yeah, harmless. Just me and you dad.”
“Alright. Get out. We need to get ready, we’re gonna be late.”
TO BE CONTINUED…
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