Birthday Sex With Dad: Chap. 1

    I turned 18 years old today. My dad Had knocked on my My Bedroom door, yelling that it was a big day, and that I had to get up. I was too tired to make any effort to move.
    I was up all night Googling pictures of Penises and men’s asses. I jack off mostly every night and sometimes I got lound. The sentation of erotic rendered me senseless. I knew for sure that my dad could hear my moans and grunts.
    He was right, though. Today was my birthday and he always planned something big. It was a Friday all my clothes were dirty, thrown all around my room. The patter and thumps of dad’s feet crowed my ears as he made his way back down the stairs. I used that chance to leave my room wearing only a sock. I rubbed the other one off lastnight as I came into my fist.
    I turned the the handle on the door slowly and looked through the crack. He was down stairs for sure. And no body else lived here being that my older brother was away at school until next month, and my mom had just up and left for a reason that never crossed my young and tender ears.
    I swung open the room door and ran to the bathroom down the hall. I closed the door behind me in a haste and whent straight for the toilet. I lifted the seat and then my uncut cock. I pulled back the skin that covered the tip of my member. I stood there peeing while my mind started to dream. I was feeling quite excited of what my dad might have planned. I sort of knew what it was.
    I looked down at my smooth and flaccid member as my urinary came to a stop. I shook it a couple of times to release the last few drops hanging on to the tip. I didn’t have on any pants to keep dry but you how habbit goes. I looked in the mirror over the sink and gazed at my solid handsome face. I told my reflection, “Hey, your 18 today.”
    The sound of the stairs being pounded by feet interrupted the silence just before I reached in to turn on the shower. I bent over and twisted on the hot watter and the bathroom door flew open. I was bent over with my nuts swinging between my legs and my dad just stood there. I erected my body and snatched a towel from the hook on the wall and wrapped myself before turning around to address his intrusion.
    “Dad, what the hell?” I yelled. He just sort of stood there. I was worried when he finally spoke and said, “Son, we got to talk about something.” He looked me up and down and I told him ok. “Over Breakfast,” he said, with a grunt. When he left the bathroom and closed the door, steam from the shower filled the room and I pulled back the curtain and stepped in.
    The water was too hot. I felt as though I was cooking. I scolled my back but I reached under the spraying water and turned the cold water tap just a little to lower the temperature. My wash cloth was not hanging over the rod in the tub were I had left it last night. Then I remembered smelling detergant when I exited my bedroom. Dad must have done laundry this morning. I had a choice, just rub the bar of soap against my young tight ass, then massage it between my cheeks and back around between my legs or yell for my dad to bring me a fresh hand cloth.
    For some reason the warm water and the thought of my dad reaching into the shower to hand my a cloth was turning my on. That was the first time I had ever thought of my dad in a sexual way. He was an average faced guy. About 5′ 5″, black hair and blue-ish eyes that glowed even in the dark.
    I was open with my sexuality and he was fine with it from the start. Told me that he suspected that I was going to submit to homosexuality when I was only 10 years old.
I would watch the crotches of men that I came in contact with, such as my dad’s friends.
    I could remember one time when we threw a cookout, my dad’s old classmate got hammered. He must have had too many gin shooters or something, but any way, he was drunk. I was going down the stairs and he was coming up. I came to the understanding that he needed help getting up the last couple of steps. I could smell the alcohol bursting from his pores.
    He said that my dad said he could rest in the guest room until he felt better. I was 12 years old when this all happened. When we got to the guest room he fell to the bed on his back. He was tall and muscle built. When he layed there. On his back, the buldge of his simi swollen cock was resting under the crotch of his basketball shorts.
    I looked around and just knew that we were the only ones in the house. I saw that he had caved into a deep slumber and knew that he would be out cold for a while. Before I could think twice about what I was doing, I found my hands pushing the right leg of his shorts up his thigh, exsposing his fat black cock. That was the first time I had ever seen another penis besides my own. It excited me that he was sleep. My weener was only a strong 3 or so inches then, and his what at least 8″ and it was soft. I touched his dick and it was warm. I lifted it with both my hands and looked at it curiously. He was huge. It started growing and in no time at all he was erect to his full mass.
    Using both of my hands to support his strong cock I stroked his shaft up and down. I heard the front door slam and my dad called for me. I quickly pulled his pants leg over his massive erection and took one last look and left the room closing the door behind me. I came to find my dad sitting on the stairs. He asked if jake had made it up to the guest room ok and I told his yes.
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    Thinking of that day when I was twelve really heated things up. I was swollen and the head of my milky white dick was red and aching. I yelled with all my might for my dad. It took three attemps to get his attention. When he made it up to the second floor I yelled again, “grab me a cloth, will you?” He came into the bathroom and the coolness from the central air struck me quick when the door opened.
    But the door closed behind him parts of the shower curtain was transparent and I wiped away the steam to find him undoing his pants.