Sex with my gay dad

He wasn't the most handsome man, but his looks did strike you. I could feel myself close to orgasming, and I knew he had to be close. So I went to his room and took my favorite pair of his briefs, a pair of his white socks, and his dirty work shirt. I used to lust to see this man naked or see his bulge in his briefs. The site is designed and intended solely for consenting adults; people who are at least 18 years old (21 years old in Alabama, Mississippi, Nebraska, Wyoming, and any other location where 18 years is not the age of majority) who are interested in and wish to have access to visual images, verbal descriptions, and audio and video sounds of a sexually oriented, sexually explicit erotic nature.

Since I thought I would be the only one home I didn't bother locking my bedroom door.

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3. When I was done with them I would put them back and act like nothing ever happened. He had a heavy coat of hair on his stomach and chest, along with his face.

We're good together."

That brought an evil grin to his face.

"Oh yes, we're definitely good together."

"Right then, that's sorted."

We finished our elevenses, which were now more like lunch and moved to the sofa, where we sat together, legs touching and Dad with his arm around the back of the seat, his hand resting on my neck.

There was a rugby match on the TV, which we watched for a while, Dad bringing beers and snacks at half time, but I was really aware of this sexy man sitting inches from me.

However, I was content to wait, because if I knew my Dad, he would soon be ready to go again.

When the rugby finished, Dad turned to me, his hand on my thigh.

"Do you want to stay tonight?"

I nodded, nothing would make me happier than another night in bed, next to my Dad.

So that took the pressure off a bit, we had all day and night now.

It didn't stop his hand wandering from my thigh to my crotch and cupping my bulge though.

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2. Just the sight of it made my hole twitch and I wanted that hard rod inside me again.

I took him in my mouth and gave him a good wet suck, with plenty of saliva, undoing my own jeans at the same time, then I stood up and pulled them down, turning round and displaying my arse.

"Fuck me, Dad."

He made a quiet whimpering noise in his throat.

"Where, bedroom?"

"Here."

I bent over the kitchen table and he rammed his way inside me, till he was right up my back passage, filling me with his thick shaft, then began to thrust against my arse with such a force that I had to hold on to the edge of the table.

This is what I'd been missing, being penetrated by his hard rod and having my hole used by him, stretching me open, as he slammed against my willing arse.

His balls were hitting mine as he increased the speed of his thrusts and the table started to rattle each time he pounded into my hole.

"That's it, Dad, ride my arse."

His breathing was ragged as he fucked like a crazy man, holding on to my hips and ramming his eight inches of hard cock as far inside me as he could get.

I needed to get his seed in me, to feel it spewing out of his cock and flooding my back passage, something I hadn't had for days.

"Breed me, Dad.

Fill me."

He moaned and with a loud roar, he tensed up and sent his thick white cum shooting up me, so powerful that I could almost feel it travelling up my back passage.

I'd almost forgotten how amazing that felt and how carried away he got sometimes, when it seemed like he wanted to possess me.

He held on to me, as he rested across my back and I could feel his heart beating.

Dinner's ready."

"Spoilsport."

We ate Dad's signature pasta with vodka and cream sauce, alongside crisp garlicky bread and a bottle of wine.

Sitting at the table for ages, finishing the wine, we talked about our holiday adventures and the two hot Spanish men that we'd befriended there, Miguel and Felipe.

"We need to go back again, Dad.

We did promise."

"Yes, you're probably dying for Felipe's cock inside you again."

"There's only one cock I want inside me."

He pretended not to know what I meant and began to tidy up. I must have not heard my father walk in the house and walk up the steps to my room. Permission to enter this Website and to view and download its contents is strictly limited only to consenting adults who affirm that the following conditions apply:
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After that hectic fuck, we needed time to recover.

When we eventually tidied ourselves up and sat down to coffee and croissants, Dad was quiet for a while, concentrating on his food, then suddenly looked up.

"I wasn't sure you'd want that to continue when we got back home."

"Why would you think that?"

"Well, I still think I might be messing up your life.