By Natty Soltesz
Dad turned the car down a dirt road and into a field surrounded by trees. He killed the engine, then turned to me and sighed. He’d been acting strange the whole ride.
“Well, son, I guess you’re wondering why I brought you out here.” I had a pretty good idea: the dreaded sex talk. He scratched his stubbly chin. He seemed like he didn’t know how to begin.
“Shit,” he said, looking out the window. He’d lost his nerve. “You know, I used to bring your mother out here when we were in high school.” He turned to me again. “In fact, it was your mother who suggested I have a talk with you.”
“About what?” I said, trying to help him out. As much as I wanted to avoid this awkward conversation, I felt bad for my poor dad. He’d always been a role model for me. He was handsome, muscular, and beautiful in my eyes. I wanted to be just like him.
“You’re at the age where boys start to go through a lot of changes. You know what I’m saying?”
“Sex, right?” I said. A sly smirk spread across my dad’s face.
“That’s right. And I just wanted to know if you had any questions. You know, if you were confused about anything.”
“No, not really.”
“Well, you’re pretty grown up now. I’d already met your mother when I was your age, and I figured things out pretty quick.” He chuckled. There was an awkward silence as I imagined dad fucking mom in the back seat.
“So, have you ever done anything yet…like, with a girl?” he asked, nervously rubbing his hands against his jean-clad thighs.
“No,” I said, which was technically true, except, for the past year, I’d been exploring my sexuality from top to bottom with my best friend Brian.
“Not even with Tracy?”
“No way.” Tracy was girl I’d hung out with exactly twice, but my parents had for some reason latched on to the idea that she was my girlfriend.
“So…do you mastur – I mean, do you jerk off?”
“Dad!” I said. Then I noticed the sincere look on his face. He was just trying to talk to me like a friend. “Yeah, I do. A lot, actually.”
“That’s good, son. That’s healthy. You know, I still do it too. In fact, I’ve keep some lube and magazines in the bedroom closet, and you’re welcome to use them any time you want.”
“Yeah, seriously. I mean, as long as I’m not using them.” The idea that my dad jerked off had crossed my mind before, but now I had a clear mental image of my sexy dad, working on his dick. I started to get hard beneath my shorts. There was a weird tension in the car. Dad shifted in his seat.
“And, you know, if you ever want to join me, that might be fun too.”
“Yeah. When I was a little younger than you, I had some friends on the football team and we used to get together and mess around. You know, just guy stuff.” Now the vibe between us had turned decidedly sexual. I took note of the bulge in his jeans and how it had swelled.
“Well, sometimes my friend Brian and I mess around,” I admitted. Dad didn’t look very surprised.
“You guys beat off together?”
“Yeah. Sometimes we do other stuff.” Dad’s cock was clearly hard and straining against his jeans.
“Man, I miss those days,” he said.
“Well, it might be fun to do it with you sometime,” I said, my excitement catching in my voice. My heart was beating out of my chest.
“Have you ever seen a grown man’s…?” He indicated to the snake in his trousers.
“No,” I croaked.
“It might be instructive…you know, just to get an idea of what you’ll look like when you’re older.”
The car seat creaked as dad undid his jeans. He was wearing a pair of bikini briefs. He pulled them down over his hairy pubic mound, and popped out a fully-hard, nine-inch cock that was as thick as a baby’s arm.
My eyes widened. Of course I’d seen my dad naked before, but his low-hanging hairy dick had nothing on the towering erection that he now stroked gently in his palm. He hauled out his balls and lifted up his shirt.
“Wow,” I said. His cock throbbed in the warm summer air that floated through the open windows. Dad held his handsome dick so it stood up straight.
“You can feel it, if you want to,” he said. I looked up at him. He had a serious look on his face, and he nodded to me as if to say, It’s okay.
I reached over and took his dick in my hand. It was heavy, and so much bigger than my or Brian’s that I was kind of mesmerized by it. I felt his hot, hairy balls. They scrunched up as I held them in my palm. Dad put his head back on the seat. He seemed to like it when I played with his nuts, which was funny, because I was the same way.
I slid my fist up his thick shaft, rubbing my thumb against his cock head, which was already leaking with juice. Dad started breathing really heavily as I played with his cock. He watched my hand stroking him, up and down.
“Feels so good,” he said. “Take yours out, too.” I undid my shorts and slid them around my ankles, freeing my respectable six-inch dick. It throbbed against my stomach, pressed tight to a thatch of light brown pubes.
“Nice dick,” my dad said, watching mine pulse while I set back to work on his. He started to reach over. “May I?” I nodded my head. He took my diamond-hard dick into his big hand, stroking it gently. It felt incredible, not just because somebody else was working my dick, but because it was my dad. His hand, calloused but warm, the same hand that had taught me to hold a baseball bat when I was a kid, was now wrapped around my erection, working me soft and slow as could be. While at the same time, I was stroking his big, dad-sized dick, which was pulsing and leaking just as much as mine. I was as turned on as I’d ever been, and struggling to keep control of myself.
“Fun, huh?” dad whispered huskily into my ear. I groaned a little as Dad’s hand focused on the sensitive head of my dick. I did the same to him. “Aw, yeah,” he gasped, his breath hot on my face. We were so in tune, bringing each other to the peak of pleasure and backing off in little increments. Dad’s nuts were tight at the bottom of his shaft. His stubbly face rubbed against mine as our arms worked each other’s pieces.
Pretty soon we were both way too close. I had to knock Dad’s hand away from my dick. We both fell back into our seats, panting.
Dusk had fallen, the waning sunlight casting an orange glow on the horizon. The crickets chirped in the field. Dad looked over at me. We were both still rock hard.
“Never thought you could have this kind of fun with your old man, did ya?” I shook my head, smiling. “Here, let me show you something I used to do with one of my buddies,” he said slipping off his shoes and removing his pants from his ankles. “Crawl in the back seat.”
I took off my shorts and I was completely naked, then I sat in the back seat. Dad got totally naked, too, his big cock bobbing lustily in front of him as he climbed back with me. He laid me down on the seat and lifted my legs, wrapping them around his thick, hairy thighs. He laid his masculine, muscular body onto my smooth and lithe one. Our dicks lay like pipes next to each other, pressed in between our sweaty bodies.
He started grinding his hips against mine, his firm butt raising up and back down as he worked his fat dick against mine. Because our bodies were pressed so closely together, there was plenty of friction between our dicks and stomachs. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before, mostly because of the incredible feeling of my dad’s naked body against mine. I thought about him doing the same thing to my mother, right in this very spot where we now were. I tightened around his thighs, pulling him closer to me.
“Feels good, right?” he said, his handsome face right next to mine. He kissed me then, and for one exquisite instant I felt his tongue slip in between my lips. I slid out my tongue to meet his, and we kissed like that for just a minute. It was over way too quickly.
Dad took my legs in his hands and raised them to his shoulders. My ass was exposed to the air, and his balls began to slide against my twitching hole. His thrusts got lower and lower, until his whole fat hog was riding against my butthole. My dick wasn’t getting much attention, but it really didn’t matter. The feeling of my dad’s big dick riding against my asshole was intense. I pushed back against him, wanting more. Dad seemed to get lost in what he was doing, focusing intently on pushing his big dick along his son’s pulsing pink asshole.
He looked up at me. I was having a hard time keeping my eyes from rolling in the back of my head. He took my dick in his hand and stroked it as he humped me. Slick sweat kept his cock gliding against my asshole. I wanted him to take me, and I think he wanted to do it too, but we both knew it was going to be difficult. Brian had slid his dick up my butt a couple of times, but it was nowhere near the size of Dad’s piece. For all intents and purposes (and for all my dad knew) I was a virgin.
Dad set his hips back and jabbed the tip of his cock right into my asshole. I kissed it with my sphincter, my own cock pulsing in his hand. He continued to jab into me, the pressure building and building on my sphincter, a little more of Dad’s dick going in each time. And then the head of his cock sank inside.
“Aaaahh!” I cried out, in pain and pleasure. My asshole spasmed around his cock, and before I could control what was happening, cum started pumping out of my dick. Dad started to stroke me as I unleashed rope after rope of heavy cream onto my stomach. The way my asshole spasmed around the head of his cock must have done it for him, because suddenly he couldn’t hold back either.
He moaned loudly, but managed to hold his hips steady. His cock rested just barely inside of me as he unloaded what felt like a gallon of come inside my ass, the head of his dick pulsing and stretching my tender ring of muscle with each shot. The look on his face was like nothing I’d ever seen. This was my dad, the man I’d loved and respected and feared and looked up to my whole life, and he was totally losing it over me, unable to hold back as his dick gushed its load inside my butt.
When he’d finished filling me with his seed he pulled out and collapsed onto my body, his hairy chest heaving against mine. I ran my hands down his broad back and cupped his firm ass in my hand.
Dad had taken me out here to have “the talk,” intent on teaching me anything I’d wanted to learn. Now, I had a feeling there were a few things we’d be teaching each other.