Dad and Fantasies

I turned 28 today. This happened when I was 15 years old. My type of guys have always been men above 30. I just couldn’t resist them. The hairier they were the better. I lived with my parents and am the only child.

By the time I was 15 I didn't really have much experience. I "performed with" girls my age, and that's about it. I always fantasized about men. I had made up these rules for if I'd ever get with a guy my age. Restrictions like no rimming, no sucking etc. But with men…I couldn’t get nastier in my fantasies. So, of all the men I fantasized, the one I got off on the most was my own father.

This day, I came into my house and ran into the kitchen to get a bottle of beer. There were rules at home, but only when mom was around. With dad I could drink, smoke, fart, burp do anything I want. That’s why I was more close to Dad. I knew Mom wasn’t home because she told me she’d be leaving for grandma’s in the afternoon. So I grabbed a beer and sat on the couch to watch T.V. After about 30-or-so minutes, I couldn't help but feel tired. So I went to take a shower, leaving the TV on.

As I walked towards my room I passed my dad’s bedroom. The door was slightly open. I slowly pushed the door open to call him, but he was lying on his bed. I could smell beer so I assumed he must have passed out. I realized he was sleeping with nothing on but just a pair of underwear. I knew one thing; if my dad had passed out drinking beer, nothing in the world could wake him up. In my mind, I thought I could try my luck and set my eyes on what I've wanted since I was a little kid. My dad’s cock. I never said I was a good boy.

This is something I'd lusted after for so long. I moved towards him. He has a strong smell of beer and musk. I went closer. This odor was nothing but my own dad’s stink. He probably didn’t take a shower when he got back home from work.

I inhaled deeply and filled my lungs with his manstink. My dick grew in my pants. I was standing in front on my dad. A tall, beefy man with the right amount of hair all over his body, a fine muscular butt and beautiful bulge that his undies always highlighted.. I rejoiced in my mind, but then my dad moved. I froze. He's still asleep. That was good, and now his legs were spread wide open. I noticed his fly was unbuttoned and I could a thick hairy bush inside. I hesitated over and over as I slowly moved closer. Once my head hovered over his groin, I took a whiff. Damn…what a feeling!

My dick was rock-hard by now making a perfect tent in my pants. I stepped back and rubbed it a little, touching myself while watching him sleep, hearing him snore, smelling his stench. But eventually, I start to feel weird. Like I shouldn't be doing this. That's when he abruptly moved again, turning over, bending one knee. This made the boxers kinda tight around his butt, revealing the perfect shape. I was on the verge of passing out, the whole set up was so overwhelming. I stood there, keeping my eyes on his perfect mounds, then I stepped forward, quietly, and placed my right hand on his right butt cheek.

My hands shivered out of fear and excitement. I softly brushed my hands around his butt, making my way up till his crack and onto his left butt cheek. I was in heaven. My heart leaped. He isn't waking up. Could I risk taking this a step further?

I bent down and brought my nose close to his ass crack, then I took a quiet, long whiff of the man stink I craved for since my childhood. I could smell the sweat. There's a raunchier scent to it. He farted a lot. I knew this was where his farts got filtered. I slowly stuck my lips out and kissed his ass. A quick peck. I did it! This powerful man with this powerful smell, and I kissed his ass! The smell was still on my lips. It still filled my nose. I slowly brought my face back to his ass. I wanted to kiss his ass all day and night. But then he moved again. ‘I’m done, he caught me,' This time I really thought I would get caught. But he was still asleep. I was shit-scared and I couldn’t do it anymore. I left the room. I went straight into my room, dropped my pants and started jacking off. I was so horny that I came in under ten minutes.

I skipped the shower and went to bed.

I remember it so vividly...A couple of hours pass, and my dad was still on my mind. I lifted my leg and cut one, then got out of bed and went to the bathroom. My bladder was full with all the beer I had yesterday. I pulled my dick out of my underwear and pointed it at the toilet. It was like I hadn’t taken a piss for days. I ripped ass again, then flushed and stood in front of the mirror. Thinking about my dad, I remembered him teaching me how to shave. I wasn't growing any hair on my chin or anything yet, but I had slowly started growing a mustache. So I was only practicing. I searched for my razor in the cabinet but couldn’t find it. Then I remembered that my dad had taken it yesterday because he had forgotten to buy a new one for him. I walked out of my bathroom in my shirt and underwear, and went straight into my dad’s room. He was still sleeping with his legs spread wide apart. The fly was slightly open but again I could only see the pubes. Since he could have woken up any minute I came to the conclusion that I shouldn't stand there. I can't risk him catching me staring at his crotch. So I turned and went into his bathroom, took my razor and walked back to my room.

I entered my bathroom. It's a little cold in there because of the AC, and the small quarters. Practicing my shaving, I try my best to copy the way my dad does it. I was almost done shaving when my dad walked into the bathroom.

“Hey son, oh you’re shaving.” My dad said looking at my reflection in the mirror. “I came to borrow your razor again. I forgot to buy one yesterday.”

“I’m almost done. I’ll come and give it to you.” I replied.

”No that’s ok. I’ll wait here.”

He turned around in front of the toilet behind me. I continued shaving. The sound of a fountain filled the bathroom. I turned around and my jaws dropped. My dad was right behind me, peeing in my bathroom with his cock out. I can't see it due to my angle. In fact, I almost cut myself with the razor trying to. The smell of the dick-cheese reached my nose. I was in heaven. To add to it he slightly bent and ripped the biggest fart ever right on my cold lower back. It warmed me up. He moaned. I quickly turned back and continued pretending to shave. I didn't leave. Who the hell would want to miss all of this!!!

My dad chuckled,” Ahhh…now that’s a relief.”

“I bet!” I replied. My heart is beating fast. It was such a barbaric action! The dominant smell spread to every corner of the room. Oh man, at the time, I could only pretend none of this was making me excruciatingly horny.

“I think I gotta take a dump.” Saying this, my dad pulled his underwear down and sat on the toilet. He let a huge, wet fart. The smell intensified and I thought I was gonna faint. I couldn't make out if this were real or not. Then I heard a feint plop sound. My dad was actually shitting right behind me, just a foot-and-a-half away. With every new turd he passed, he moaned. And with his every moan my dick got harder and harder.
Now how the fuck was I supposed face my dad. If he saw me with a boner he’ll definitely think I’m a fucking gay to pop a boner looking at my dad taking a dump. I continued fake-shaving. He ripped another fart. It was driving me crazy. It's driving me crazy now remembering it! I pressed my boner against the counter so that he couldn’t notice.

“You done yet?” my dad asked wiping his ass.

“Umm yeah, I’m done.” I stopped fake-shaving and started washing my razor. He got up and turned around to flush with his underpants still at his ankles. I could see him through the mirror. And to my surprise, I got a glimpse of his fat dick swinging as he turned around. Also, his huge balls. I turned back. He bent down to pull his boxers up. His ass looked so fucking hot from the side. I wished I could get a better view. He came towards me and put an arm on my shoulder and leaned on me and looked at himself in the mirror.

“Look at that. That’s a one-day stubble. But it seems like I haven’t shaved for days.” Dad said rubbing his jaw.

“Dad, you grow hair like an animal,” I replied.

“Ohh Yeah?” he grabbed me and cupped me inside and rubbed my hair. “Well you’re gonna be too one day. That's why I've got you practicing shaving at 15.”

There was something on my left butt cheek. Wait. Was it? Oh no. It was my dad’s dick. Fuck!!! My dad’s dick was rubbing against my butt and he didn’t even notice. My boner began to pain. My dad's roughhousing pressed it even harder against the sink. My dad’s armpit hair rubbed my shoulder. And also that fuckin godly smell. I couldn’t help it and I gasped.

“You ok?” my dad asked.

“Yeah ...err…it’s just the cut I got.” What the fuck?! What else could I have come up with? I was waiting for my dad to leave now because until he left I couldn’t move away from the counter. You know the boner. So to make things worse… (Or maybe not)…my dad asked me if he could shave here in my bathroom.

“Sure. Why not?” I replied not realizing that I had put my self in a big trouble. How the hell was I supposed to hide my hard on now?

That's when I remembered my phone.

“I’m gonna take a shower”, I said. I pretended to accidentally knock my phone over. Then I bent down to pick it up. I turned around, still bending and walked towards the shower. I was hoping he didn’t seen my boner. I stepped into the bathtub and drew the curtain, and in the side of my eye, I witnessed him looking at his stubble in the mirror.

‘Wheeww! That was close.’ I turned on the shower, but I kept from going under the cold water. Instead, I looked at him from the shower as he shaved. His muscular ass filled his boxers perfectly. My dick stood. Even then I wanted to jerk off so badly. I grabbed my hard-on and started massaging my dick. I couldn't look away from that beautiful ass. And then he farted once again. A real big one. He moaned with relief and growled, “Yeahhh!!”
And that was it. I couldn’t take it anymore. I tried hard not to moan. But I did though very softly. And since the shower was on I hoped he did not hear it. I continued…

“Room for two there son?” he asked,

“Huh?” I was shocked. He's done already? No, there's still the stubble. He didn't shave yet. He's probably joking.

“Come on. It’s been so long since we showered together. When you were a kid you always wanted to shower with me. What now you too grown up to shower with your dad. You guys shower together in your gym right?”

I was speechless. We didn't, but I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t want to say yes but I definitely didn’t want to say no. But what about my boner? This time he’ll obviously be able to see it.

“Come on. Move a little.” He said dropping his boxers on the floor. Fuck he was stark naked in front of me. He stepped inside the shower. I turned around my back facing him. He slapped my naked butt. “Come on move.” I moved a little, my back still facing him.

“What now you’re too shy to face me?” He said laughing.

I turned around and I just couldn’t help but look at that big fuckin piece of meat.

“Don’t worry son. You’re clearly on the way to have one like me.” He said with a smirk. “UGH! Oh, so that's why you didn't want me in here.” He pointed to my hard dick.

“Son, if you're gonna do that, do it in your bedroom.” I was never so embarrassed in my whole life. My dad just caught me ogling at his cock. My dad saw my cock. And he just got under the shower and began lathering himself as if it didn’t matter to him at all. He began talking about usual stuff. It was like showering naked with his 15 yr old son was something he has been doing all along.

“So how many girls were you thinking about, son? I’m assuming at least a dozen for a rager like that, eh?” He said smiling. Like I said, he's totally open to these conversations. But I've never talked to him like this naked!

“Err…Just a couple of them dad. And we just made out nothing more.” I replied lathering up my face.

“Just a couple? Come on, you’re my son. You gotta use this more often than that.” He said, grabbing my dick and balls in his huge palm.

………….I went numb. My dad just grabbed my hard-on. I close my eyes.

“Ohh...” I said, rubbing them.

“Come here. Stand under the shower.” He held my arm and brought me under the raining water. While doing so, his dick brushed against my right butt cheek. I was weak- kneed by now. And all the time I was shit scared that he’d question me keeping this hard-on while talking to him. But I kept cool. Seeing that I couldn’t reach properly my dad took the loofah from the hands.

“I’ll help ya there.” He said, as he started scrubbing my back. He did that for maybe a minute, then started working down my back. ‘STOP STOP STOP’ that’s all I had in my mind. Coz this was definitely turning me on like hell. But he kept scrubbing. He reached my butt and started scrubbing right in my crack but just for a few seconds so I didn’t say anything. Now he went all the way up to my neck and started scrubbing. I just stood there with my hands on the wall. His dick continuously hit against my butt while he scrubbed the back of my neck. ‘Ohh shit’ My erection pulsated.

Shit shit shit now what do I do??