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  “What?”

  “You owe us a case of beer. That’s the rule at the firehouse. Your name makes it in the paper, you buy everyone else a case of beer.”

  “Really?”

  “Yup. That’s the rule and you have to follow it,” he said.

  “I can’t even buy beer,” I said.

  “Don’t worry, I’ll get it for you. But you’ve got to pay me back,” he countered.

  “With what? I don’t have any money. I could get a job…”

  “Hell, no. You’ve got to focus in on school. Figure out what college you’re going to, stuff like that. Any idea what you are going to major in?” he asked.

  “Not… really.”

  “Well, you better figure it out quick. College starts in a few months.”

  He was right. I’d gotten accepted into every school I’d applied for, but still had no idea of what I wanted to do. Then my dad stood up and I got another good view of his phallus. That brought me back to reality.

  “Dad? Why are you naked?”

  “What? You got a problem with it? I just figured that we’d both seen each other naked last night in the shower, so there wasn’t any reason to cover up anymore. And we came out to each other. No more secrets, you know? You want me to go put something on?” he asked. I noted a bit of disappointment in his voice. Not much, just a hint of it, but it was there.

  “No,” I said. “I’m good.” Like I was going to complain about seeing my dad’s ample piece of meat hanging down whenever I wanted to. “As a matter of fact-” I dropped my own drawers to the ground and stood in front of him just as bare- assed as he was. He got a big smile on his face.

  “That’s my boy,” he said.

  After that, we both wandered around nude all of the time. Like he said, after seeing each other in the shower and admitting to each other that we were both gay, there was no more need for secrets between us. He even started bringing guys over on a more regular basis. What surprised me the most was that many of them were my “uncles” from the firehouse. And after they’d had fun, they would both hang out naked with me, their junk still shiny and moist from their activities. It was a bit off- putting at first, but I quickly got used to it. Though I had to run to my room and masturbate quite often to help keep my cock down.

  I spent most of the summer trying to figure out what I wanted to do with my life. Then I discovered a job called a “Fire Investigator.” They go out after a fire happens to help determine what caused it and if arson or any other crime was suspected, they’d track down who did it. This seemed like a perfect job for me. Sure, my dad didn’t want me actually fighting fires, but that didn’t mean I had to get out of the fire- fighting business altogether. When I told my dad, he was overjoyed and took me to meet the local fire investigator. We hit it off well, especially since he was a friend of my dad’s. How close of a friend, I didn’t know, but they seemed very personable with each other. He gave me some advice, like doing a minor in civil engineering and where I should look at going to school. Then he even offered to take me on as an unpaid intern so that I could get some field experience. If I had any doubts that this was the job I wanted to do, they were completely wiped out after meeting with that guy.

  The best part was, after looking at all of the schools he suggested, I discovered that I could do pretty much all of the course work online. Which meant that I wouldn’t even have to move away and leave my extended family behind. Dad and my uncles were happy to hear that, as well. I even got a jump and took some prerequisites over the summer semester so that I would be ready to go come fall. My life was on track and I was happier than I could ever remember being.

  The only issue that I found was that, staying at home, going to college online could get to be a bit boring. There’s only so much daytime TV a man can watch before his brain turns to mush. I had to come up with other things to do in order to fill my time, especially when dad was working at the firehouse.

  One day I was feeling horny. Really horny. I had listened to my dad and one of my uncles going at it for most of the night and got to enjoy seeing them both nude that morning. I needed to get off. Usually I would have gone online and jerk off to my heart’s content, but the past few weeks our internet had been really slow, making videos freeze up. Even downloading my school work took an hour or so at times. So no help there. And since I didn’t own any gay porn, getting off could be difficult.

  Wait a second… I might not have any porn, but I was more than positive that my dad would. Why hadn’t I ever thought of that before? I dashed to his room and dug around. I checked his closet, dresser and nightstand. Other than a few bottles of lubricant and some small brown bottles with labels on them like “Rush”, “Jungle Juice” among other things, no porn was to be found. Not knowing what they were, I left those bottles alone and sat on his bed. I knew my dad had to have some porn somewhere, but where? As I sat there, smelling the sex still wafting from the sheets, the answer hit my upside the head. I got onto my hands and knees to look under the bed.

  I found large plastic tubs- four in all. The first one I pulled out was loaded with toys. BIG toys. Some of them were positively huge- bigger than my fist. I couldn’t imagine anyone being able to fit them inside of their bodies. And some of them were in the shape of hands and fists. Nope. Nothing in there for me. The next one was also filled with toys, but these were of a more obtainable size. I found a nice 18 inch double ended dildo made of a jelly- like material that was very soft and flexible. Other than the length of the thing, it seemed like something I’d be able to handle. Probably the only thing out of the two boxes that I’d be able to get inside of myself. There was also a little folded over pouch that contained several shiny metal rods. What those were used for, I had no clue. And to be honest, I was a little scared to find out. The next box was filled with… other things. Leather straps, ball gags, a whip, a leather paddle and stuff I had no idea what to do with. I sealed that one back up rather quickly and moved onto the last bin. It was in there that I found what I was looking for. Yes, my dad had porn. Lots of porn. There was four DVD binders. Each one held 200 DVD’s. Only one had empty spaces- 20 of them. Quite the collection. I marveled at it. And each binder was marked. S & M, F.F., Cum/Piss Dumps and the last one was labeled “normal”. That was the one with the least amount of videos in it.

  My dad suddenly became more of a stranger to me. All of this stuff that he had that I had no idea about. So many fetishes. How had I not known? And did he do all of those things? I really didn’t know what F.F. stood for, but the titles of the movies made it pretty clear- “Fist Fuckers”, “Power Fisting Bottoms”… and others like that. Some of them even had little pictures on the labels showing a man’s arm going inside another man’s ass. So yeah, that’s how I learned what fisting was. Not that I’d ever wondered about it, or had even heard about it.

  Other than fooling around with Mercutio a few times, my actual practical experience with sex was limited. As a matter of fact, the dildo I’d pulled out would be the first one I’d ever tried messing around with, other than my ex’s mother’s vibrator, which was really quite small. But I just felt this strong need to have something in my backside. Mercutio said that I was a bottom, telling me it meant that I liked being fucked in the ass. That really confused me, because I thought every gay guy liked that. He explained to me about the whole tops and bottoms thing and I decided that he was correct. I’d rather take it than to give it. Other than oral sex. Oh, how I loved to suck on his cock. I especially liked to drink his cum. But unfortunately, a few times with him was all I got before he and his ex- boyfriend hooked up again.

  But now here I was with a virtual treasure trove of new sex stuff to learn about. And even a toy to fuck myself with! I could barely contain my excitement. I grabbed one of the videos at random and put it in my dad’s Blu-Ray player. I probably should have gone to my room, but dad had a 50 inch TV, as compared to my much smaller 32 incher. No, I felt that if I was going to do this, I wanted to do it to something large
r than life. As the movie played, I dug out my dad’s lubricant from his nightstand and shoved two fingers of the stuff in my backside. I moved up to three and loosened myself up as much as I could. I was going to need it if I’d even have a chance of getting that dildo into me.

  I laid back and slowly started rubbing my hard cock as I continued trying to open my hole. It wasn’t until the second video that I noticed a theme going on. The two scenes both had older guys having sex with younger ones. And the younger guys kept calling the older ones “daddy”. It made me quickly thing about me and my own dad. Not to put too fine a point on it, but it made me think about what it would be like to have sex with him. The thought excited me, though I wasn’t sure why. And I instantly felt guilty about getting excited by it. He was my dad. Having sex with him would be wrong. I mean, sure, he wasn’t technically my dad. He’d adopted me. But still… The guy raised me. It would still be wrong, wouldn’t it? Probably. Maybe? Yes. No, I couldn’t. But that cock of his… Just looking at it excited me. Hell, everything about him excited me. His hairy chest. His broad muscles. Even that belly of his excited me. He could probably pick me up and carry me around like a baby. Just like he had when he’d rescued me from my burning house. The image of him carrying me like that as an adult, both of us naked, made my cock throb and spit out some precum. God! What was I thinking? I was going to get up and change the video, but a little voice inside of my head told me not to. I decided to listen to it.

  The third scene is what really did me in. The man was built just like Mike was, even sporting the same moustache. And the younger guy? Well, we could have been cousins. The man was even hung just like my dad.

  “I love sucking that big cock of yours, dad,” the blonde guy on the screen said. “It tastes so good.”

  My mouth salivated as I thought of how my dad would probably taste. Oh, God! I was going to watch this video. I was going to rub my cock. I was going to fuck myself with the dildo. And I was going to think of my dad the whole fucking time. I let go of my cock just long enough to lube up the purple dildo. I pressed it against my hole with one hand while the other started pumping my shaft. God, it felt good. I hadn’t had anything in my ass for quite a while and the girth of the dildo was stretching me out rather nicely. I pushed more in, enjoying the depth as well.

  Meanwhile, the action on screen had picked up. The “dad” was now fucking his “son”. Seemed like a good idea to me. I started sliding that fake prick in and out of me while pumping my real one a bit harder. I was getting lost in the moment and even started talking dirty to myself, going along with the storyline on the video.

  “Yeah, dad. Fuck me. Fuck your son. You’ve been waiting a long time to fuck my little ass, haven’t you? Come on dad, fuck me!”

  Each stroke of my dick and pump of my ass was getting me closer and closer to full release. I closed my eyes and could see my dad hovering above me, his body moving in time with my thrusts. God, it was so hot. I was so turned on by the thought of my dad fucking me. Did I really want it to happen? Yeah, I did. I actually wanted to fuck my dad. What a perv I was. I was right on the edge of busting my nut when,

  “What the HELL are you doing in my room?

  Holy shit! It was my dad! I mean, it was really my dad! My eyes snapped open and I could see him outlined by the door frame. He had caught me jacking off, watching his porn and fucking myself with his dildo. I was busted. I was busted good. There was a look on his face that I couldn’t really decipher. It almost seemed like anger, but I was uncertain.

  “Dad!” I said as soon as I found my voice. “Wh- what are you doing home?”

  “Never mind that! What are you doing in my room?” he demanded.

  “I- I was…” I thought it was pretty obvious exactly what I was doing. So what could I say? My dad was smart enough to figure it out for himself.

  “Oh, dad! Fuck me hard!” the guy on the TV hollered.

  My dad turned to it and then turned back to look at me. The expression on his face was not easy to decipher.

  “Really?” he asked, again, his tone was confusing. It sounded angry, but perhaps it was a false anger…? I watched as his eyes slowly ran down my body. They went wide. “Is that my dildo?”

  “Uh… Yes…?”

  “Huh,” he said, shaking his head. He pointed to the television. “Is that what gets you going? A boy fucking his dad? Is that what you want?”

  “Umm…”

  Then my dad did something truly shocking. He pulled down his pants.

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  Since he wasn’t wearing any underwear his hard cock shot out and hung there, as though suspended by a wire. I watched it throb as a drop of clear fluid oozed out and dangled off of it. I cannot deny that I wanted to jump out of the bed and catch it before it broke off and hit the floor.

  “Well? Answer the question. Does a boy getting fucked by his dad turn you on?” he demanded.

  “Umm… Kind of? Okay, yes. Yes, it does.”

  “You have no idea how happy I am to hear that,” my dad said, completely changing his demeanor.

  “What? Why?”

  “Oh, come off of it, boy,” my dad said. “You’re sexy. I mean, look at you. You’re the epitome of a twink. And us daddy types simply love twinks. I had to threaten all of the guys so they wouldn’t touch you in that shower.”

  “Really?”

  “Yes, son. You are a very attractive young man. I promise,” he said.

  “Good to know,” I replied.

  “You know, I’ve been waiting to catch you in here for a long time. But I knew that, as long as you had the internet, there’d be no reason for you to come in here to try and find my videos. That’s why I had it dialed back last month.”

  “Really? That’s why-”

  “Yup. And it finally worked.”

  Huh. My dad had surprised me. It was kind of a clever plan. The only question is, why was he here now? It wasn’t his usual time to come home. Not even for lunch. And he just happened to show up here? Now?

  “How did you know?”

  “That you were in here?” He went behind the television and pulled out a small webcam.

  “But you slowed down the internet,” I said. “That shouldn’t have worked.”

  Then he produced a portable hot spot from behind the TV.

  “Pretty sneaky,” I said. But I really was impressed. I had no clue that my dad could be so conniving.

  “Yes, but effective,” he said. “Worked like a charm.” Well, I couldn’t deny that.

  “But why did you want to catch me?” I asked. I had some idea, but really wanted to hear it from the horse’s mouth, so to speak.

  “Come on, son, really?” he asked, begging me with his eyes to not make him say the words. I did not give him that luxury. “Okay, fine. You want me to say it, I’ll say it. I want you, Noah. I mean, I really want you. Have for years. But you weren’t old enough. I didn’t want to be a child abuser. But I have to admit, it was tough. The important thing is, you’re 18 now. Legal. No child abuse or sex offender charges. So, you know… If you want to… You know… To mess around with your old man… We could. But only if you want to, that is.”

  “How long?”

  “What?”

  “I want to know how long you’ve been wanting me for,” I said. I did not know why this information was so crucial to me, but it was.

  “I don’t know… Since you hit puberty and really started to fill out, you know? Maybe four years or so. Why?”

  “Because that’s about the time I started having fantasies about you,” I said.

  “Really?” he asked, excitedly.

  “Yes, dad. Really.”

  “So…”

  “So why don’t you get in bed with me and we’ll see what happens. I’m not promising anything, but… Well, we’ll see,” I said. “But first, let me pull this dildo out of my ass.”

  “No, don’t. Please leave it in.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Oh, yes,” he said as he slipped i
nto the bed with me. “Leave it.”

  “Okay,” I replied, maybe a little confused. Maybe it turned him on that I was being speared by one of his toys. Whatever. Since it felt so good inside of me, I really didn’t mind leaving it there.

  My dad and I were now laying in his bed together, face to face, both of us naked. I was immediately unsure as to how one goes about having sex with their own dad. I mean was there supposed to be kissing and stuff? Kissing my dad romantically seemed a bit odd to me. But not to him, it seemed. He put his hand behind my head and pulled it forward as he leaned in. Soon our lips touched. Then there was a bit of pin point pressure on mine. Was that… Was that his tongue…? Did he want to French kiss me? Really? Fuck it. I decided to give it a whirl. I opened my mouth and it slid in. My ex- boyfriend was a pretty lousy kisser. He kind of just shoved his tongue in my mouth as deep as he could and left it there. My dad was entirely the opposite. His tongue slipped in and immediately began rubbing and twirling against mine. I instantly forgot how strange this was and started to really enjoy it. Instead it became sexy. Dirty. Erotic.

  Whatever part of my erection I’d lost by being caught by him returned immediately. Now, even more so than before. I could feel my precum oozing out and slowly coating my prick. Then I felt something I’d never expected would happen ever. I felt my dad’s hand on my cock. He wrapped his thick fingers around it and slowly stroked it up and down. The rough skin of his hand felt even better than the smooth flesh I owned. There was so much extra friction, though most was countered by the natural lubricant I was now producing in copious amounts. And the grip on him! It was right at the line between pleasure and pain and I fucking loved it. I slowly reached my hand over until I felt his large dick. It was so hard and thick. I think he was making more precum than me, which I found to be amazing. I grabbed it tightly, but my fingers weren’t long enough to wrap around the whole thing. I was duly impressed by his size. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I knew he had a big dick, but seeing it and gripping it are two totally different things.