CRUISING & COCK - I'M ADDICTED - Pt. 6
A brief resume if you haven't read the previous parts of this story.
My names Sam, I'm twenty two years old, short, muscular and addicted to cruising and cock. I love sucking cock, I love getting fucked my cock, I love spunk and piss but I'm not queer, I love fucking women too.
Dad, who I live with, had found out, he didn't have a problem with it, he'd watched the porn DVD that I'd been tricked into appearing in and decided to come cruising with me, I'd watched him fuck a man's arse and then when we got home, he'd watched me wank in front of him and I'd sprayed my spunk all over him.
If you're confused, please read the other chapters of my story.
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Dad and I hadn't really spoken about what had happened, not because we were avoiding the subject, dad and I had a really great open relationship and we could talk about anything, especially now dad had seen what I got up to when I went out for the evening, but because we were working different shifts, so it wasn't until nearly the end of the week that we were both in the house at the same time.
I got in from the gym, working out hard stopped me thinking about cruising, cock and my feelings towards dad. He was in the kitchen cooking and as I walked through, he said, "Hello stranger, want a beer?" He didn't wait for an answer, grabbed one out of the fridge, popped it open and handed it to me, "dinner in twenty minutes so go and have a shower Sam," dad said.
"Yes Sir," I laughed and saluted him.
After the shower I came back into the kitchen, still with wet hair and just wearing a pair of baggy training shorts, dad looked me up and down, laughed and said, "I know you've got a good body and like to show it off at every opportunity, but I don't want to sit opposite you eating and looking at your pecs and nipples," and dad reached across and pinched one of my nipples hard.
I yelped, "bloody hell dad I've got sensitive tits, they're directly connected to my cock," I told him and pulled my shorts down, I wasn't wearing any underwear, and windmilled my cock at him, he just laughed.
"Talking of cock," said dad, "what are you doing tomorrow night?"
"Why? I was only going out for a few beers," I told him, "You got something better planned?" I wondered if Dad wanted to go cruising again.
"Maybe, you'll just have to wait and see, I'll drive, oh and make sure you pressure wash your arse out," dad said. Well, that gave the game away, I guessed we weren't just going out for a beer.
I finished work at about five the next day, when I got home dad wasn't there, so I showered, douched as dad had said and sat naked playing on my phone. Dad walked in, he always kept himself smart and tidy, so he'd been for a haircut, a very smart trendy haircut and even though he's an "older" man why shouldn't he keep up with the trends, he'd had his black hair left long on top with a parting and swept to one side and had the sides and back clippered short, he looked good.
"What do you think?" he asked me, pointing at his hair.
"Very smart dad, you'll be pulling them tonight," I laughed.
"Well, if I don't, you'll be pulling my cock," he said and winked at me. Did dad mean that, I guessed his was joking. "Why don't you make some sandwiches while I have a shower, clipper my chest and shave my balls," dad told me.
"Do you want a hand with your balls?" I asked him, I thought that I'd go along with the joke.
Dad looked at me with a grin on his face and said, "I'm not letting you near my balls with a razor, I don't want to loose one of my nuts thank you," and his went into his room before shouting back at me, "and put some clothes on."
I wasn't sure what I should wear, I guessed that we weren't going out to a smart restaurant and I guessed that wherever we were going it was going to involve sex so I went for the casual short blonde gym lad look, jockstrap, tight light blue shorts that showed off the jockstrap straps over my arse cheeks and made my cock bulge look big, light blue trainers with trainer socks, a tight short sleeve tee shirt that hugged my pecs and made my nipples stand out and hugged my defined abs and to finish it all off a dark blue baseball cap, obviously wearing it backwards with my scruffy blonde hair sticking out around the edges, a skater boy or when dad walked in and saw what I was wearing he said, "You look like a rent boy, just the look I wanted," and laughed but I wasn't sure if he was joking.