My Father and I

Hello My dears , who here has ever fantasized about their father, uncle, or father-in-law? Well, I'm one of those people. In fact, I've had fantasies and fulfilled them with my father, uncle, and father-in-law, lol . Today I'm going to tell you about the experience I had with my father.

As I mentioned in the previous story, in my family, it was customary when we were children to bathe with either my father or my mother. I usually bathed with them both, and during the bath, I couldn't take my eyes off my father's cock—big, thick, hairy, and always soft, for obvious reasons. I looked at my mother's pussy without interest, perhaps because there wasn't much to see, just pubes.

I don't remember how old we were, but I think we were very young. My most recent memory is when I was 7. Of course , at that age, I had no sexual interest. My father was very affectionate with me; I would always flop down on the couch with him when he was resting. And he would always hug and kiss me. Sometimes his affection involved slipping his hand inside my shorts and stroking my butt. Sometimes he would slip his hand inside my thighs, and it wasn't uncommon for him to touch my balls trying to reach my butt. But he never grabbed my penis or fingered my asshole. I never minded these touches; I always saw them as a form of affection, and he almost always did it in front of my mother.

This habit of bathing with me had a reason: when I was born, my foreskin (the skin covering the penis) was stuck together, a not-so-rare condition known as phimosis. The doctors immediately performed the procedure to detach the foreskin without removing the skin, but warned my parents to be especially careful with hygiene to prevent the foreskin from sticking back together. Because of this, I always bathed with them so they could be sure my penis was properly cleaned. So, during bath time, my father would often ask me to roll up my penis in front of him to wash it. I confess that this embarrassed me a little.

I remember when I was 10, I started getting erections every time I started rubbing my dick too much, especially during bath time when I'd pull out my cock and start scrubbing it clean with soap, in a motion similar to masturbating. Sometimes I'd find it funny and show my dad how hard it was. My dad would just laugh at my innocence and tell me not to do it in front of my sister, because he knew it would soon evolve into a handjob. I'd nod, and we'd continue bathing normally, without worrying about my dick getting hard.

But that began to change when I was 12. My schoolmates were already playing games with sexual connotations, and we gradually learned how the adult world works. They gestured to masturbate, and I began to understand that doing that motion would quickly harden my penis. Sexual thoughts still didn't fill my imagination. Baths at home no longer included my mother; it was just my father and me. My mother and sister were already bathing alone.

It was when I turned 13 that I discovered adult magazines under my older brother's mattress and finally my mind saw a world that until then I had been completely unaware of, after all, it was the 90s, the internet didn't exist, access to pornography was restricted to magazines and VHS films.

I remember being captivated by the sight of men with huge, rock-hard cocks thrusting into women's pussies while they sucked their cocks. I couldn't stop flipping through the pages. Many of you reading now probably didn't experience this, but the dirty magazines told stories solely through photos of the actors having sex, and that, to me, was fascinating. I immediately remembered my classmates teaching each other how to jerk off, and I pulled down my shorts to begin my first jerk-off. My cock was already rock-hard; the back-and-forth motion of the jerk-off quickly made me understand what that would feel like, and it wasn't long before I had my first orgasm in the magazine's pages. It was very thin, very transparent, typical for a 13-year-old. But it was the greatest discovery of my life.

Baths with my dad were already quite rare; I think he'd already realized he didn't need to worry about asking me to pull out my penis every time he showered. He subconsciously knew I was already masturbating, and so the phimosis problem was unlikely to return, and it never really did.

Now I was 14, and I was already masturbating to my full potential, but I was never that kid who masturbated 5, 6, or 7 times a day. I'd cum one day and then cum again two or three days later. My way of looking at men was completely different; I always imagined them naked, hard, or masturbating. My father's was even more different. I already knew what his dick looked like when it was soft and tried to imagine how hard it would be. I remember that when my dick was hard, it wasn't even the same size as my father's when it was soft. A million things went through my head: whether my father orgasmed more than me, whether he masturbated, whether my mother sucked his dick like the women in the magazines I saw.

One night, my mother had gone to the neighbor's, had taken my sister, and my brother was studying at night. Only my father and I were home. We were in the living room watching TV, he was in his underwear, the kind with the front opening, lying on the sofa with one leg stretched out and the other tucked in. I was on the other sofa, admiring this enormous, pot-bellied, hairy man, 6'0", weighing over 250 pounds, with thick, strong thighs. Every now and then I'd catch him scratching his balls through his underwear, and other times he'd reach through the opening to adjust his balls, sometimes causing his massive cock to slip out. This would immediately give me an erection.

I don't know what my dad was thinking at the time, but his hand started getting very restless and he started moving his cock a lot. It was impossible not to notice that a small bulge began to form in those underwear that barely managed to hide the head of his cock that occasionally made a point of escaping through the sides.

My father began to grow increasingly restless until he stood up and said he was going to take a shower. When he stood up, it was quite clear that his cock was hard; his cock was pointing forward and stretching the soft fabric of his underwear, leaving the huge body of his cock clearly exposed through the opening of his underwear.

I waited for him to go to the bathroom, heard the shower turn on, and after a few minutes, I decided to join him in the shower, hoping to still find his cock at least half-pumped. Since the rule at home was always not to lock the bathroom door, I found it ajar. Our bathroom was large, and the shower stall was a partition made of bricks and tiles, with a doorless entrance to the shower, so anyone taking a shower wouldn't be seen by anyone entering the bathroom to use the toilet, for example.

I opened the door slowly, my father was tall, so I could see his head over the shower, he had his head down looking down, obviously masturbating, he didn't see me come in, I went to the shower and saw him with his back turned masturbating , I couldn't see his dick, so I announced my arrival:

- I came to take a shower too, dad.

He was startled and turned his face back , almost choking , and said:

- Wow, son, I didn't even see you come in. It's been a while since we took a bath together, right?

He was reluctant to turn to face me , surely embarrassed to show me his hard cock. But I was determined to see that big dick ready for crime, so I walked over to him with the excuse of getting some shampoo from the shelf in front of him. He tried to turn away to hide, but the shower wasn't big enough for him to hide, and I could see his cock. It had softened considerably from the shock, but it was still quite bloody and much larger than I normally see.

He soon got used to my presence and stopped hiding from me, as if he imagined I was there to see him . Then he turned to face me to get wet in the shower. He lifted his head, closed his eyes, and let the water run down his huge , straight-male body. I could finally contemplate that beautiful specimen of a man with eyes completely different from the ones I had looked at in my childhood.

While I had my eyes closed I could admire his entire body and as soon as he opened his eyes, I kind of hid it, I looked at him and smiled a little, he returned it. So before that awkward silence I already got down in front of him and said:

- Remember dad, when I washed your feet and legs in the shower?

- Of course I remember son, you were as tall as my waist, today you 're a big boy as tall as me.

- Well, let me remember that time.

I said this and began scrubbing his feet and shins with the soap. I moved up his leg, scrubbing his thighs, and then fixed my gaze on his cock, which was no longer in a resting position. The shower water ran down the thick hair on his belly, past his pubic hair, and dripped down the tip of his circumcised cock. I would never get that big pink head out of my mind; it's etched in my memory to this day.

I couldn't take my eyes off my dad's cock, and he was definitely watching me from above, watching his son admire his father's beautiful cock. No more words were spoken; my hands were guided by my desire and slowly moved up my thighs until they reached my groin. By this time, I was inches away from tasting that beautiful, still shy cock, which still insisted on not showing itself to me. I let the water run and rinse off all the soap. I looked up , saw my dad looking at me, and said:

- It's clean, dad!

He smiled and remained motionless, looking at me as if he were asking for something or waiting for something. At that moment, I didn't think of anything, I didn't know what to say, so I simply cupped his balls with my right hand and began to massage gently, feeling the texture, the hairs, measuring the size of those balls that didn't fit in my hand. I squeezed lightly and drew a sigh from my father. That gesture of mine was the trigger I needed. His cock finally began to show itself to me, and that huge cock that had previously been resting was getting even bigger. I was already numb with lust from all of this, and without thinking about anything, I simply brought my mouth closer and took that beautiful, pink head in my mouth. I held my breath as the shower water ran down my face.

I took my dad's dick out of my mouth to breathe and suddenly the water in the shower stopped. I looked up and saw that my dad had turned off the shower, and he looked back at me and said:

- Keep going son!

Those were the two words I'd loved most to hear in my entire life. I knelt down, positioned myself better, and began sucking my father. His cock throbbed in my mouth, hard and throbbing. I was an inexperienced kid , unsure of what to do; I just wanted to taste that cock and feel its heat on my tongue. My father gave me some instructions, telling me not to brush my teeth against the head of his cock, as it could hurt. Then my father began to teach his son another lesson. I learned quickly, so I could hear him praise me:

- That's it, son, suck it like this, really good, keep going, your hot little mouth is so good!

My first pacifier wasn't going to take long, I spent a little over 10 minutes sucking my dad and he announced that he was almost cumming. Suddenly he took his dick out of my mouth and continued jerking off :

- I'm going to cum son, I'm going to cum!

My desire to suck that cock was only surpassed by my desire to taste my father's cum. By then, I had already drunk my own cum and already enjoyed it.

My father then let out a deep roar and shot two jets of cum in my face. I quickly swallowed his cock again, to the sound of muffled moans of desire due to the sensitivity of his cock after cumming. I was able to receive two more smaller jets of hot milk freshly collected from a married man. I savored every drop of that precious liquid with the unique flavor that every man has.

I kept his cock in my mouth until it started to soften. My dad took a step back, and I let go of his cock. I looked at him, ran my finger through the cum dripping down my face, and swallowed it too. He looked at me breathlessly and just laughed, saying it was one of the best blowjobs he'd ever received.

He turned on the shower, helped me get up, cleaned me, cleaned his cock, and noticed my cock was hard and asked:

- Wow, son, is all this excitement from sucking daddy's cock?

- Of course dad, your cock is delicious!

He gave a hearty laugh and said to me:

- So that's what you like, son?

- Yes, I've been feeling horny thinking about men for a while now.

- Okay, my son, but I'm going to ask you something.

- Tell me, dad.

- Never tell this to your mother, your brothers or anyone , this will be our secret, okay?

- Of course dad, I'll never tell!

- And there's one more thing, my son. We're never going to do this again, okay? You need to do this with other guys , it's not right for us to continue with this.

- Okay, Dad.

When my dad told me he'd never do that to me again, I was a little upset at the time, but I thought he'd only said it because he'd just come, so I kept thinking it would happen again. But his words were true, and from that day on, we would never take baths together again. A new rule had been adopted at home: everyone's baths would now be behind closed doors.