Marrying at a young age, 22, during my first year university is something I don’t think i’ll ever understand. It’s not like I asked her to marry me. She asked me and I accepted. Sadly, our marriage was anything other than wedded bliss. She the ex-wife got pregnant the following year. She was 24 at the time and had just received her Master’s Degree. Her family supported us for the most part until both of us were out in the world pulling our own weight.
Along came Mehul, our son and I wasn’t even 23. He was a beautiful boy. I fell in love with him the second I first saw him and I swore I’d be the best dad in the world.
My wife met a woman her age when Mehul was almost two. I was confused at first when she, the ex said how much she loved this new woman in her life. “I’m a lesbian,” she finally muttered. “Why didn’t you just say so,” I shot back and added, “i’ve known you were a lesbo since the first time we had sex!”
She was stunned and then she told me to fuck off. I laughed telling her it was the truth and she shot back calling me a Fag. “What? Me a Fag” I asked trying not to laugh. “We’re both gay and you know it and we knew it before we got married, something we should have never done!” “Next you’ll say you regret Mehul,” I shot back. “How dare you!” She bellowed telling me how much she loved her son. “Our son” I hollered. “I want a divorce,” she stated. “Fine by me” I rebutted. “I want custody of Mehul full-time,” she shouted. “Not on your life Lady and if you fight me over OUR son, i’ll tell every person we know and then i’ll tell the judge granting OUR divorce that you’re an unfit lesbian mother, see how long you’ll have custody of MY son!”
Our divorce was amicable after she the ex and I reached a settlement between the two of us privately plus an agreement to share custody of our young son. “He stays with me when he’ll be in school,” I stated. “And we share him during holidays,” I said telling her she had to agree. “FINE” she grunted.
When Mehul was six, the ex moved to a neighboring province. She spent less and less time with Mehul who didn’t seem to mind. “The lady that lives with mum is weird,” he said telling me she dressed like a man all of the time. “And you should see her hair Dad, it’s sooo short!” He stated. “That’s nice,” I said refusing ever to say anything negative about his mum or her other half. “It’s shorter than mine!” He declared pinching the tips of his hair. “Don’t be rude,” I murmured. “Okay and she’s sooo funny. Boy oh boy can she make me laugh,” he said giggling.
The day Mehul turned 18 was the first day I really looked at him, intensely it seemed for the first time in years. I knew how handsome he was and what a great body he had and his dazzling smile but he appeared grown-up, a young man. Later on, I looked at myself intensely in a full length mirror attached to the rear of my bedroom door. “Thirty-nine” I mumbled. “A little more than twice Mehul’s age,” I whispered. “Soon to be 40,” I added. “Not bad for 39 almost 40,” I said turning profile both ways studying my body for the first time in years. “Could use another day at the gym each week but other than that,” I mumbled.
Mehul’s 18th birthday was on a Wednesday. That Friday evening at dinner, he said he might go to a movie. I asked which film and with whom but he wasn’t sure. Instead of watching TV, I decided to go to my room at the end of the hall after doing the dishes with my son. “You’re not going to bed are you Dad?” Mehul asked. “Nope, just going into my room,” I answered telling him I’d see him later whenever he returned home. “Have a nice time at the movies.”
I thought I had shut my bedroom door but it bounced back open one third. “Shit” I muttered leaving it ajar walking over to my closet. I opened it and reached inside looking up at a ledge above my duds grabbing a shoe-box. I snickered feeling giddy holding it under my arm turning closing the closet door and then proceeding toward my bed where I parked my ass on the side and placed the old shoebox in the center of the bed.
I pulled off my top. I fluffed my furry chest. I squirmed pinching my left nip. My dick twitched. I was feeling horny again something that was happening more each day compared to a couple of years prior when sex didn’t seem all that important.
I flipped the lid off the shoe box. I peered inside and giggled feeling randy. I leaned sideways propping myself on my side on my elbow before reaching into the shoe box extracting a handful of photos.
As if I was playing solitaire, I lined up all the beautiful sexy naked men photos side by side in three tight rows. “All the blondes on the top row tonight and all the brunettes on the second row and all the guys with really dark hair down here on the third row,” I muttered. “You guys and I mean all you guys are ab-so-fucking-lutely gorgeous!” I silently exclaimed with my dick stiffening by the second.
Looking down at my bulge, I smiled ear to ear. I patted my dick tent before returning to my sexy men cards. “i’ll take you and you and you tonight,” I said tapping the center of three sexy cards of buck-naked men sporting hardons and beautiful bare bums.
I knew my jerk-off session was going to be WILD, oh yeah. “Pardon me Boys,” I said collecting all the cards other than three before I jumped up and returned my shoe-box to my closet.
I walked back over to the bed where I propped the three single sexy photos against my pillows before I began stripping off my gear ever so slowly deciding to do a strip tease for the Boys!
I winked at the blonde photo twirling my briefs over my head. I stared at the brunette twirling my flaccid prick three times and again for good luck. Staring at the photo of the Boy with the blue black hair, I turned swishing my ass side to side. “Fuck me Baby” I begged.
The men in the photos were all around the same age 20, 21 and so fucking sexy looking, as hot as my son!
“My son” I exclaimed aloud! Never had I thought of my son Mehul as a gorgeous hunk of man, not in that sense sexually.
I parked my ass on the side of my bed. I looked down between my legs watching my pecker soften.
“c’mon, haven’t you ever thought of your son in a sexual way?” I asked myself searching my mind. “No, not until tonight and I still can’t believe it,” I said answering myself. “Am I weird? Do other dads ever think of their sons in sexual ways?”
I shut my eyes being as honest with myself as I’d ever been in my life. I still could never recall ever thinking of Mehul in a sexual way. I remembered my son talking with me doing most of the talking when he was 12 or 13 with me explaining the Birds and the Bees story. Still, at that time, I never thought of him sexually but being honest I had thought of him having sex one day in future hopefully after he was married around the age of 40!
When I chuckled I felt much better but still I began thinking and then I thought some more about Mehul. Suddenly, I pictured my good looking son naked! My cock reacted instantly springing a supreme hardon. My nuts ached.
The more I thought of my naked son the hornier I was. “Stop thinking of him naked,” I muttered squeezing my cock. “Settle down” I said slapping the side of my bone hard prick.
Finally, I managed to put visions of my naked son out of my head.
I sat staring at the faces of the three naked hot dude’s photos leaning against my pillow. They looked so fucking sexy and I wanted each one of them to fuck my ass so hard deep and fast.
My cock was leaking precum under my hood. I needed to give the head of my dick a big suck!
I leaned back flat and tossed my legs up and over staring at my uncut penis. My foreskin poked my lips. I parted them and drilled the tip of my tongue into my hood. I squirmed and moaned digging deeper tickling my pee-hole causing my cock to ooze additional precum juice. My knees hit my mattress at the sides of my head when my tight lips retracted my foreskin. I gave the head of my cock one hard suck. “I’m leaving now Dad!” My son declared entering my bedroom. “DAD” he hollered racing over to the foot of my bed.
I gagged and I choked bolting upright. The soles of my feet hit the floor at the side of my bed with a thunderous thud. I couldn’t speak and my face was the color of crimson. Mehul stared into my eyes and then his gaze drifted south staring at my unsheathed stiffy standing up straight with my piss-hole winking oozing additional precum.
“Oh god, I’m sooo sorry, Dad,” he mumbled looking into my eyes.
Mehul appeared frozen in place as if unable to move a muscle. My heart melted. He appeared more than embarrassed and confused. “I’m sooo sorry Dad,” he whispered. “Oh Mehul,” I said. “Don’t be sorry, don’t son please,” I begged reaching sideways fumbling one of my two pillows dragging it toward my crotch.
Two of the three naked men cards tumbled to the floor at the side of my left leg. Mehul turned his head watching them fall. “I better get going,” he mumbled backing up one slow step at a time. “I’m sorry son, I should have made sure my bedroom door was properly shut,” I said barely audible.
When his right hand gripped my bedroom doorknob, he whispered saying, “i’ll shut it tight for you, Dad.” “Wait son please,” I begged. “Let me explain about the photos,” I murmured. “I understand Dad, really I do.” “No you don’t.” “Yeah Dad I do, you’re gay right?” He asked. “Don’t hate me please,” I pleaded. “I could never do that Dad, didn’t you know that I’m gay too?” He asked feigning a smile. “Really Mehul really” I asked stunned. “Yeah Dad really,” he answered. “Have a nice time at the movies with your friend or friends,” I whispered wanting to hug him but how could I sitting on my bed naked with a pillow stuffed between my legs.
I was more than shocked when Mehul ran over to the side of my bed. Leaning forward he tossed his arms around my shoulders. “I love you Dad, and thanks,” he whispered kissing my temple with me telling him how much I loved him and thanked him for being a Prince.
I was in bed when he returned home later that evening. He tiptoed around thinking I must be asleep. I heard him enter his bedroom after he turned off the hall light.
Mehul was in and out of his room three or four times. First he showered and returned to his room and then I heard him in the kitchen fumbling around and then I heard him return to his room again but I didn’t hear him close his door completely. “Like father like son,” I murmured staring at my bedroom door two-thirds closed.
My son’s bedroom door was partially open when I walked by to use the john. On the way back to my room I peeked inside his room. Mehul was seated on his bed with his back to the door. It didn’t look like he was wearing clothes and I wasn’t sure if he was wearing briefs or not.
I was about to return to my room when out of the corner of my eye I caught something moving. I turned my head. I gasped when I saw my son’s erection and then I could definitely see what he was doing with it.
My son had stretched his foreskin and was stuffing small perfectly round alleys (marbles) into his hood. They looked slippery. I counted watching him stuff six alleys into his foreskin. He then leaned back a tad. I gasped staring at his awesome erection. His foreskin was fully stretched. It looked weird I have to admit but sexy as hell at the same time.
I sprung another boner. I never did finish sucking myself off earlier that evening not even after showering.
Mehul chuckled when one of his cock alleys shot out of his stretched hood. “Ping” was the sound when the alley hit his headboard. Turning my head sideways, I was able to see my son pinching the base of his 7 inch uncut erection. “Ping, Ping, Ping, Ping, and Ping” were the sounds of each additional alley shooting out of his foreskin.
His hood remained stretched. I watched it pucker as it began shrinking in size and then Mehul wrapped his left fist around his beautiful cock and began stroking it slowly with his foreskin moving over and then recovering the head of his swollen oozing black cock bulb.
My left hand slipped into my boxer shorts grabbing my almost 9” uncut black stiffy. I began massaging my cock and then my large smooth black balls watching my son who seemed to be two-thirds way there to experiencing a wild orgasm.
For a second or two, I thought that Mehul was talking but he wasn’t. The sounds were basically unintelligible grunts moans groans and sighs as he continued steadily stroking his gorgeous black dick post.
Stroking steadily and squirming and uttering sexy sounds, my son was getting ready to bust a nut if not both. To say that I was fascinated would have been the understatement of the year. Never before that night had I so much as ever seen my son jerking his cock let alone pumping it for all it was worth.
My asshole twitched. I was so fucking horny and I so wanted and needed to be royally fucked and that’s when Mehul my eighteen year old son shot a massive load! He growled tossing his head back almost upside down with his fist load flying high in the air, thick and creamy white followed by three other wads as his first crash-landed splashing his hard gut and torso followed by a round of follow-up cum loads. “DAD” he roared chocking releasing his boner and bolting upright.
I pulled my head back. I could feel my face blushing, every color under the rainbow. My heart was pitter pattering at the speed of sound. My gut was stuck in my throat. I couldn’t move a muscle!
And that’s when it hit me! I had let down my guard without realizing it until after the fact. I had gasped aloud when seeing his first load rocket out of his bone hard prick!
“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” Mehul muttered with me bleating. “Oh god, oh god, what have I done now,” with me apologizing left right and center entering my son’s bedroom. “Forgive me son, I’m sooo sorry, I didn’t mean to, it’s just that, oh god,” I mumbled confused embarrassed and shocked when my son pointed at my crotch.
I had shot my load in my boxers. You should have seen the wet spot and then Mehul pointed down and that’s when I felt a hot load of my manseed rolling down the inside of my leg at the knee!
My left hand was still inside my boxers. I squeezed my black pecker. “Oh shit” I muttered feeling my cock blowing another load.
I locked orbs with my son’s eyes and then I stared at his spent teen cum rolling down his torso and gut. His cock was still bone hard standing upright with his knob exposed
“Please don’t hate me son,” I whispered. “I love you Dad, I love you so much,” he replied jumping to his feet and into my manly embrace. “Make love to me Daddy,” he whispered.
Cum stuck to his skin melted between our chests when I planted my full lips on Mehul’s hot lips. His cock was bone hard standing upright squished between us. I could feel it throbbing. My cock was semi-stiff dangling between my legs alongside my low hangers.
“Please son, never a word about what we’re doing to anyone especially your Mum,” I whispered in his ear. “Never Daddy never,” he replied hugging me tighter and tighter and tighter. “You haven’t called me Daddy in years,” I mumbled asking him if he’s kiss me.
He kissed my lips with passion. I returned his kiss with lust and we co-kissed with rapture before we decided to get cleaned up but first I had to sample his spent teen seed. “Oh Daddy” he giggled feeling the tip of my tongue moving higher up the center of his chest. “Mmm, tasty,” I mumbled. “Lick hard,” he begged holding the sides of my head. “Then kiss me Daddy,” he whispered.
Our cum-kiss was divine. My cock stood upright and my son dropped to his knees removing my boxers covered in manseed. “Yum” my son mumbled sucking the front of my boxers. “Now what are you doing?” I asked laughing with Mehul squeezing his head between my legs.
I rose to my tiptoes when he licked and lapped the inside of my left thigh just below my dangling low hangers. “Tastes so good Daddy,” he whispered licking the inside of my right leg. “c’mon Mehul let’s take a shower and then we’re gonna jump into my bed,” I said pausing. “Together just you and me.” “He rose halfway and mumbled. “Right after I do this.” “Oh god” I exclaimed!
He sucked the head of my uncut cock in his mouth. Greedily he dug the tip of his tongue inside my foreskin. There was trapped man seed in my hood and he captured every drop when his lips rolled my foreskin over the head of my cock.
“I think about you and me all the time,” Mehul said beaming ear to ear. “Doing what?” I asked blushing. “You know,” he said and chuckled. “I can’t wait to get you in the sack,” I said embracing my son and kissing him passionately. “Will you rim me Daddy?” He asked. “You bet your sweet bum,” I answered massaging his beautiful bubble butt.
“I dreamed about you kissing me again last night,” he confessed. “What else did we do?” I asked lathering his back. “Making love together all night long,” he whispered. “Sounds good to me,” I said and chuckled.
I wasn’t ready for my son’s emotional outburst. I was flat on my back and he was propped on his side. He was staring down into my eyes and his right hand fingertips were playing with my tight chest curls. He leaned down and pecked my lips. His cock was stiff standing upright digging into my right hip. Mehul moved slipping his left arm under my pillow. He placed the side of his head on my chest and he began rubbing my hard gut in slow steady circles telling me how much he loved me and how he had always loved me. “You’re my world Mehul, you mean the world to me,” I whispered.
I heard him sup-supping. I managed to pinch his chin. “What’s wrong son?” I asked feeling heartbroken. “I’m just so happy Dad, really happy,” he whispered.
I stared into his tear stained face. “Don’t make me cry,” I murmured. “Okay Daddy,” he said wiping his right eye with the back of his hand. “i’ll get this one,” I said raising my head. “Mmm” I mumbled licking a tear from the corner of his left eye. “Kiss me Daddy” he begged.
It wasn’t just a peck on the lips when I kissed him and it sure didn’t feel like any regular dad-son kiss. My kiss was a true lover’s kiss and Mehul’s was the same returning my passionate kiss.
A tear ran down the left side of my face when I stared into his eyes. He beamed ear to ear. “You’re crying now,” he murmured. “No I’m not,” I said chuckling gazing into the most handsome boy’s sparkling bedroom brown eyes. “I love you son, so very-very much,” I whispered.
Whether it was me, who laid my son in the center of our soon to be permanent bed doesn’t matter. I recall him flat on his back with me on my side lowering my head several times kissing him and he returned each of my kisses.
Mehul’s cock was bone hard when I wrapped my right fist around it giving it a loving squeeze. I began nibbling his neck and his earlobe and then moved my head lower to munch on his erect brown nips.
“Oh Daddy” he moaned groaned and gasped. “Don’t stop” he begged.
The tips of my fingers slid his foreskin over his swollen knob. I released his cock to fondle his tight round smooth testicles. “Don’t tickle Dad, please,” he begged squirming. “Never” I whispered blowing hot air at the head of his cock before tenderly pinching each of his nuts. He cooed and purred and sighed. His cock never stopped dancing jumping for joy.
“Suck him Daddy, please,” he begged and pleaded.
I knelt upright between his parted legs after sucking his cock half a dozen times. “Time to snack on your nuts,” I murmured. “Toss them up,” I said.
I gripped his ankles. Mehul was gazing at my bone hard black cock asking if he could suck it. “Later, right now I’m busy,” I shot back chuckling.
“Grab your ankles for me,” I said before releasing them into his care. When he stopped squirming I flicked his tight nutsac with the tips of my fingers. “Relax now, I have to snack on them,” I whispered moving in reverse.
“Yum,” I murmured before poking his testicles with the tip of my tongue.
I was flat on my gut, my toes touching the floor at the foot of my bed. I turned my head blowing hot air at his twitching testicles. “Hold still now son, I’m going to suck them inside my mouth,” I whispered. “First I have to kiss them.”
“Easy Daddy easy, they’re sooo sensitive,’ he murmured. “Uh-huh,” I replied pecking his left testicle. “Now this one,” I whispered kissing his right nut. “Now to munch on them,” I murmured pressing my hot lips against his tight nutsac.
I parted my lips inhaling slowly with my son’s balls sliding between my lips. When he squirmed, I gripped the underside of his thighs. “Mmm, mmm, mmm,” I mumbled swirling my tongue around his hot nuts before giving them a loving stretch with my hot full lips. “Oh Daddy” he moaned and sighed.
I jabbed his balls with the tip of my tongue until Mehul stopped squirming and then I was able to start tossing his nuts around inside my maw.
His sweet balls slid from between my lips. The tip of my tongue jabbed his miracle inch just under his ball bag. “Relax Mehul,” I said and chuckled flicking the tip of my tongue along his miracle inch closer and closer toward his pink pucker.
“Pull your knees toward the sides of your head do it son,” I whispered before jabbing his pucker with the tip of my tongue. “Awesome” he mumbled. “Are you sucking your cock?” I asked leaning to the side. “No Dad” he answered blushing. “It’s okay if you want, you can,” I said telling him I’d be taking my time rimming and reaming his asshole. “Okay” he said and chuckled. “I had a feeling you could suck your own cock the way I can suck mine,” I said and laughed.
“Now your pucker,” I whispered. “MMM” my son uttered aloud.
I leaned aside. He had the head of his cock in his mouth. “What was that sound?” I asked chuckling. “You drilling my pucker with the tip of your tongue and me sucking the head of my cock at the same time,” he answered.
When his pucker winked open and closed a few times, I stuffed my middle finger in my mouth giving it a hard wet suck. “It’s just the tip of my finger,” I whispered rubbing my son’s pucker. “Finger fuck me Daddy.”
The tip of my finger entered my son’s tight butt. He gasped and then he sighed releasing his ankles. His legs remained in the air. “Bend your cock between your legs and let your Daddy suck him with me finger fucking your ass.”
My finger curled at the knuckle quickly locating my son’s prostate gland. He purred like a sex kitten all the while and then he gasped aloud when I took the head of his cock in my mouth.
I maneuvered myself to a comfortable position where I was bobbing my head up and down and finger fucking my son’s tight ass at a steady pace.
I had to get another finger in my son’s ass and when I tried, he begged me to fuck him. “No Daddy, use your dick!”
I lubed my cock with a dollop of KY Jelly.
“Move your ass down a bit,” I said tugging at the sides of my son’s hips with me digging my knees into the foot of the mattress. “Grab my pillows behind your head and stuff them under the base of your spine,” I stated gasping staring at my slippery looking black boner.
“Oh god Daddy,” he managed to moan with the head of my cock penetrating his tight bum.
“You look so beautiful,” I whispered staring down into his sparkling eyes. “You too Daddy,” he replied wriggling his ass. “Right there Dad, that’s the spot,” he cooed when the head of my cock caressed his prostate.
When Mehul said that his ass was virgin territory, I found it incredibly sexy and totally arousing not that I wasn’t already aroused.
“Is Daddy’s big cock hurting your bum Mehul?” I asked. “No Dad it feels awesome,” he said grunting squirming before wriggling his hips. “All the way inside me Daddy,” he begged.
My cock jostled deeply within his virgin ass. I thought that I was spilling my manseed but wasn’t.
Feeling more wanton by the second, I asked my son to tell me when to start fucking his virgin ass. “Fuck me Daddy,” he cried out. That was all I needed to hear tenderly moving my hips back and forth.
Staring up and into my dark eyes, Mehul smiled reaching for his cock. “Play with him son, make him stiff,” I whispered moving my hips forward. “Oh Daddy” he whined tightening his ass around the base of my black stiffy.
Mehul’s cock was rock hard within seconds. He released his cock and stretched his arms. “Kiss me Daddy,” he begged.
He tossed his arms around my shoulders kissing me passionately with me gently moving my hips back and forth. We mumbled muttering. His cock kept tapping my gut and mine continued jumping around deeply within his virgin ass.
Mehul pulled his head back. He moaned and groaned and grunted. “Are you okay son? Am I fucking you too hard?” I asked feeling my balls churning a new batch of manseed. “No Daddy, I’m going to cum, I can feel it,” he answered with his ass pinching the base of my stiffy.
My cock was buried inside my son’s ass up to the hilt when he started cumming and cumming and cumming between us creaming our guts.
Even thought he was groaning gasping and panting I need to feel his hot lips kissing mine. “Kiss me Mehul, Daddy’s going to cum inside you now,” I said growling.
“I can feel you cumming Daddy, I can feel you cumming!” He exclaimed squishing his full lips into mine.
“That was the ultimate orgasm of my life!” I declared
There was almost five minutes of exhausted silence between us, lying on our sides facing each other and staring into each other’s eyes. If Mehul smiled I smiled in return. If I winked he returned mine.
I had to kiss him, he looked so utterly beautiful. “Mmm” I mumbled moving my lips toward his full lips. “Mmm” he replied turning his head pressing his hot lips into mine.
Within seconds, my son’s hard hot body was on top of mine. “Can I fuck you now?” He asked pecking my nose. “You imp” I said and giggled. “I was wondering how long it would take for you to ask,” I said and winked rolling us on our sides. “i’ll grab the lube,” I said sitting upright staring at my son’s raging boner.