My Dad, My First
by Xavier L

This is a fictional story containing sex between a  father and his teen son. If you have a hard time separating fantasy from reality, or if this theme turns you off, you shouldn't continue reading.

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My son Micah recently turned 13. He’s always been an affectionate kid, and I was glad to see that has continued, so far, in his early teens. We’ve always been close, and I hope that lasts for a long time. He tends to be shy about discussing his feelings, so when he walked into my room and said he needed to talk to me, he had all my attention.

“Dad, I need to tell you something. I’m gay.”

I sat up in bed more before answering. I wasn’t really shocked at all. “I’m glad you felt you could tell me. I love and support you.”

“I want you to be my first,” he suddenly blurted.

I blinked a few times before responding. “Um, your first what?”

“My first. I want you to take my virginity.”

I opened my mouth and shut it a couple of times. “Yeah, that’s not really possible, son.”

“Why not? You don’t want my first time to be with some stranger do you?”

“I would hope you’d pick someone you knew and liked before you had sex for the first time. . . “ I began, but while I spoke his hand slid under the sheet and found my crotch. I felt his fingers slid into the fly of my boxers. “You need to let go of my dick, Micah.”

He was determined, and I watched as he flung my covers off me. I watched his blonde hair as his face lowered to my groin. I felt his wet mouth on my dick. My cock betrayed me, of course, and started to grow right away. I put my hand on his bare back. His soft, smooth skin did not help. “This isn’t appropriate, Micah. Fathers and sons don’t have sex.”

He reached down and shoved his sweats to the floor before climbing onto my bed. He grabbed my boxers and pulled them carefully past my hard cock. “Micah. . . “ I began as he pulled my underwear free. He moved between my legs and sucked on my balls for a few moments before returning my hard shaft to his hot mouth.

It had been a long time since I’ve had sex, so I was having quite the internal battle between being revolted at the sight of my son’s blue eyes and his red lips moving over my rod and my serious need to blow a wad.

When he tried to deep throat my almost 8 inches, I can tell you which side won. My hand snapped to his head as he gagged on my meat. It didn’t stop him, though, and soon I was pushing his head down to help him out. He must really like cock, because this made him go wild. I started pumping my hips, and he tried to devour my thick cock even more.

“You want that cock deep in your throat, don’t you, son?” I said. I realized his lust was starting to unhinge me a bit.

“Yes! I want to swallow your cum. Then I’m going to get you hard again so you can fuck me.”

Hearing that, I shoved his head down while I thrust my cock upward. I heard him gagging, but I left it in place for a bit before pulling back, pausing, and repeating.

He went crazy on my cock! I doubted he’d be able to get my thick tool down his throat all the way, but he was sure going to try, and I was going to help. Soon I had hold of both sides of his head, and I fucked his throat aggressively. He slid his hands beneath my ass and pulled me to him as I did it. It was all so hot I was nearing orgasm quickly. I thought about trying to edge, but I knew we were both too far gone for that now.

Within a few more minutes he had me there, and my cock exploded into his mouth. He drank my seed greedily which made me moan, my fingers digging into his scalp. After my dick stopped pumping as much, he sucked on my balls for a bit before returning to my cock to make sure he had milked it thoroughly.

His hot lips moved up my torso until he was sucking on my nipples. His hand never left my cock. When he finally lay next to me, his hand was still lazily stroking me. “Man, that was fun! I can’t wait to do it again,” he said.

“Micah, there isn’t going to be a next time. This first time shouldn’t have happened.”

He remained silent for a bit before moving back to my dick. I stared at his bare ass as he began sucking me again. It was small and round. I briefly imagined what it would be like to stick my dick between those two tight cheeks before I tore my attention away.

Micah soon had my cock standing at full attention. I don’t think my rod has ever rebounded so rapidly before. He was pretty pleased with himself as he grabbed a pillow and placed it on my bed before stretching out over it. The pillow was beneath his hips as he spread his legs. “Okay, it’s time to fuck me.”

“I don’t think you realize how my big dick is going to feel in your virgin ass.”

“I’ve used a smaller dildo to help get me ready for tonight, Dad. It will still be tight for you, but I’m used to something being in there.”

“A dildo isn’t the same as the real thing.”

“I know. Now fuck me.”

“Micah. . . “

“I’ll come sit on it if I have to. Even if I have to wait until you’re asleep.”

When he pulled his cheeks apart, I saw his tight hole, and it was glistening with lube. I imagined how it would feel around my cock, and that nasty lustful side took over. I moved behind him and asked one more time, “Are you sure about this?”

“Dad! Fuck me!”

I held onto my cock as it pressed against his puckered hole. Fire shot through me as my head penetrated him. I pushed a bit more into his hole and knew I wouldn’t be able to stop.

“Oh gawd it feels so good,” he purred.

As I pushed more of my meat into his hole, he began pushing backward so that my dick was swallowed faster. “Just give it to me, Dad!”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I want it hard, Dad! Fuck me good!” He pushed back against me and raised up so that he was on all fours. He began moving backward and forward so that he was basically fucking himself with my cock. It was fucking hot, and I was quickly losing any sense of decency or restraint.

As his ass swallowed more of my cock, I found myself gripping him by the shoulders. “You want more of my cock, boy?” I had never felt anything so good as his hole.

“Oh fuck yes!”

I gripped him a little harder and plunged forward. His hole resisted at first but quickly allowed my rod to move more easily, and I buried my cock inside him. “Is that what you want?”

“YES! Fuck me, Dad! Harder! I want it bad!”

I reached up and grabbed some of his blonde hair and pulled his head back. I could see the look of extreme pleasure on his face, so I pulled my dick back and rammed it back inside. He laughed and practically screamed “YES!” I repeated this several times, moving faster.

His mother had never been okay with rough sex. I was rapidly letting go, allowing that side to come out as my son’s moans egged me on. I transferred my hands back to his shoulders. “Is this what you want, bitch? You want me to pound your ass with my big cock?”

“Yes, Dad! I want it! I need it!”

“Yes you do you little fucker,” I said. I had completely abandoned my fight against my lust. I pounded him so hard so that his knees buckled. When he was flat against the bed, I lifted my whole lower body and let it slam into him.

After a bit, I managed to slow down so I could let this play out longer. I slowly fed him my cock and moved my body forward ensuring I went as deep as possible. “How does that fat cock feel, boy?”

“I love it. I want every inch, Dad! Fuck me hard! Rape my hole!”

I began pounding him again, and after a few moments I felt his ass clenching my cock as he cried out. “Did you just cum?”

“Yes, Daddy! Don’t stop, though!”

I wasn’t about to. In fact, him cumming as I fucked him made me even hotter. I returned to slamming my thick rod into his cherry ass. Soon I was ready to burst. I took another fistful of his hair and moved him onto his knees. I firmly gripped the soft flesh of his hips as I plowed his hole until my dick unloaded. “FUCK!” I cried out as I came. I couldn’t move as my cock unleashed my orgasm. “Goddamn!” I said as it slowed down.

I grabbed onto him and guided him so that we were both on our sides. I wanted my cock to remain in his hole for as long as possible. “Can we go again?” he asked. 
I chuckled. “My dick isn’t a teenager anymore. It needs more rest time.” He grabbed my head and pulled it down. As our faces approached, I opened my mouth and allowed him to tongue kiss me. Of course I was kissing him back eagerly, and surprisingly my cock woke up again.

After we fucked for a second time, I was absolutely spent and fell asleep while spooning him, my cock slowly shrinking inside him.

I had a dreamless sleep and woke up feeling more refreshed than ever. It was like fucking my boy was akin to drinking from the fountain of youth. I warred within my head while I showered. I knew what had happened was wrong and that is must never happen again, but at the same time I remembered how his soft flesh felt against mine and how it felt to bury my cock in his tight ass. I also remembered how he yelled out “I love you, Daddy!” while I fucked his brains out.

I felt a bit like a pervert when admitted to myself that sex with my son was better than it had been with his mother. Actually, last night had been the best sex of my life. What would it be like as he became more experienced and used to my cock’s girth and length? I couldn’t allow myself to consider that.

I got out of the shower, dried off, and wrapped myself with the towel. He was just stirring as I came into the room. I sat next to him on the bed and played with his hair as he woke up. “Good morning,” I said as he looked at me and smiled.

“Did you have fun last night?” he asked.

“That was . . . pretty amazing, but it can’t happen again. It just isn’t right.”

He rolled his eyes and lay his head on my knee. He began playing with the hairs on my leg. “What part wasn’t right? What did I do wrong?” 

“You did NOTHING wrong. In fact, it was amazing, but you’re my son . . . “

Micah’s hand had snaked up my leg and beneath the towel. I felt his fingers on my cock. “Yes, I am your son. And a boy needs his father.” He slid forward, parting the towel and exposing my growing cock. I wanted to protest as I saw his mouth moving toward my meat, but I knew there was no way I was going to stop him from blowing me.

Surrendering, I undid the towel and spread my legs as he went down on me. I rubbed his bare back as he began sucking my cock. I knew I shouldn’t encourage him. I should push him away and firmly refuse, so naturally I shoved his head down more. He began trying to deep throat me more, and I lost all sense of argument.

He vacillated between going to town on my meat and slowly worshipping it. He was rapidly becoming an adept cocksucker which would make it even more difficult for me to retain any sense of morals in the future with him.

When I finally blew, he once again swallowed every drop. “You taste so good,” he said when he had finished milking my bone.

We got up, pulled some clothes on and had breakfast. I needed to run some errands, so he stayed home while I was out. My mind kept replaying the last 12 hours. The amount of pleasure and desire I had shamed me.

When I got home, he greeted me with a hug and a kiss. However, the normal father-son kiss quickly became inappropriate as his tongue moved into my mouth. Simultaneously, I felt his fingers undoing my belt. My cock instantly responded. I pulled his shirt from his young, toned body. He took hold of my boxers and pulled them down slowly as he sank to his knees. While looking up at me, he returned my dick to his mouth.

I yanked my shirt off as I watched his lips sliding over my cock. He worshipped my meat as he knelt for a while. When he stood up, he removed his sweats and embraced me again. I kneaded his ass cheeks as we kissed. I moved my hands up and down his bare torso as I felt the fire ignite inside me. He stepped back and said, “I want your cock inside me again.” He took me by the hand and walked me to the couch. I watched as he got down on his knees again, and he bent over the piece of furniture.

I quickly joined him, and he took hold of my cock as soon as I entered him. He continued gripping my cock as it burrowed into his sweet ass. Once it was about halfway in, he removed his hand. I slowly fed him my stiff meat enjoying his soft moaning as I invaded his ass. “I shouldn’t be fucking my son,” I said softly into his ear.

“But you enjoy it.”

“God help me, I do.”

“Then quit fighting it and just fuck me. I’m yours and you’re mine. What’s the problem?” I gently bit his shoulder as my meat sank the rest of the way. His hand reached back and slid over my ass and leg muscles. “I started it, so that’s all that should matter. We love each other, and because we’re family that makes it even better.”

With my cock firmly buried in his ass, I wasn’t about to argue, even if I could. “So what, does this make us lovers now?”

“Why not? We love each other, and I love your cock. I’m pretty sure you love my mouth and ass.”

“I sure fucking do.”

“Then who cares? Just fuck me!” As I said, I wasn’t about to argue.