Readers please note. This story contains both homosexual and incestuous subject matter.
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Unlike last Saturday night, I was planning on being wide awake when and if my bedroom door opened up and my weekly nocturnal visitor appeared. Last time I had pretty much given up and had just drifted off to sleep, only to awaken when the sheet came down off of my body.
The week before that, I had been very much asleep when the nighttime visitor woke me up. I had been terrified - so scared that instead of screaming I just stayed there on my back in the bed, pretending to be asleep and praying that whoever it was would simply take what they wanted and go away without hurting me.
From the shadows that night, I could see the shape of a man, and as my mind cleared what was going on made more and more sense. Along with the movements the man was making, I could hear the unmistakable sounds of skin flogging skin.
It was a sound I knew quite well, having spent a considerable portion of my 18 years engaged in that very same activity. My first reaction was that my friend Albert had somehow snuck into my room, because me and Al - well, let's just say that we're good friends who from time to time become rather intimate.
This wasn't Albert though, because the man was taller than my friend, but because I was squinting I couldn't make out who it was in the dark, only that they were jerking off while looking at me.
It was at that point it struck me that the sheet was off of me and I was naked. My dick and balls had contracted from fright, so they were not all that impressive a sight for the intruder to get off with.
Strangely enough, as I listened to the muffled grunting and the slapping sounds, being used like this by some burglar was actually turning me on somewhat. If the guy had stayed around that first time, I probably would have had a hard-on, to be honest.
He didn't though. Probably only a minute had passed before I heard a faint choking sound, and then it was over. The intruder moved toward the door, hopefully not stealing my baseball with Brooks Robinson's autograph on it, and as he opened the door, the light from the hallway briefly shone on the naked man before he silently closed the door behind him.
I wasn't going to be calling the police to report this intruder, I realized as I sat up in the bed, wide awake now - and for the rest of the night as well. I knew who it was. He had a name too. His name was Jackson Taylor, but for me, I had always called him Dad.
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Was that night the first time Dad had come in to look at me? That was a good question. I sleep like a rock, partly because of the allergy medications I take, so this could have been going on for who knows how long? Maybe since Mom left him.
But why though? I know he was still upset about Mom divorcing him, but he was a decent looking guy for his age, 50. He could find another woman if he wanted to. Maybe he didn't want to though. Maybe he wanted a guy.
Funny that he used to make little remarks about my friend Albert, suggesting that he was a little light in the shoes, as he would put it. Maybe so, but Albert never jerked off while looking at me naked. We would jerk each other off, and suck each other's cocks though.
I sat up most of that night thinking about what had gone on, and to be honest, around daybreak I had my cock in my hand, stroking while whispering to myself what I wished I had said...
"Daddy... look at me now... see how big my cock is? Why don't you crawl in bed with me and let me do that for you... we can do each other... so much better that way."
When I came, I was actually fantasizing about Dad doing just that. I ejaculated while dreaming of him climbing in bed with me and letting me jerk him off and suck his cock, and I came so hard I thought I was going to faint.
***
As I mentioned, the next week I had nodded off before he showed up, so I did nothing but lay there and let him look at me in the moonlight, but the following week I was ready.
I had showered and gone to bed early, making sure that the curtains were letting in as much light as possible from the outside. I even tried to figure out how to pose to make myself look as good as possible.
There wasn't much I could do about the physique, because I was no muscleman at 5'10 and 150 pounds, but I could accentuate my strong points and show them to my best advantage, so while in the shower I carefully trimmed around the base of my cock, removing the sparse growth so that he could see it all.
Then I waited, arms and legs akimbo under the white bed sheet, with a full blown erection that I kept rearranging, finally settling on having it rest on my stomach because it looked bigger that way. All 9" - Albert's measurement, but he does tend to exaggerate - or all 7 1/2" - the truth - looking crimson and angry.
Anticipation. It was agony to wait like that, but I knew it would make it even better when that door opened and Daddy came in and pulled the sheet down. What would he do? What would I do? I know what I wanted to happen, but I wasn't sure if I could do what it might take to get him to climb into bed with me.
From under the door, I saw the hall light go out, and my heart raced. Usually that little light stayed on. Please don't tell me that Dad wasn't coming in tonight, I prayed. It's Saturday night, Dad.
Minutes passed, and then I heard the sound of footsteps out in the hall again, followed by the opening and closing of the door. That pounding - was that my heart? Dad could probably hear it, along with my ragged breathing.
I felt the sheet being lifted gently, and then brought down to the foot of the bed. This time, I heard Dad gasp, apparently startled at seeing my full-blown erection.
Was that my imagination running wild? No. I could feel something, and when I squinted down I could see Dad's index finger sliding along the underside of my cock, from just above the balls to right at the cleft at the underside of the glans.
Grab it Dad, I wanted to shout. Lift it up and squeeze my cock and I'll cum so hard there will be stalagmites hanging from the ceiling.
He didn't. Instead, he remained in the shadows, and the slapping sound that I knew so well began yet again. He's not going to do anything. He was scared. Don't be scared, Dad. You're a grown man.
So am I, it occurred to me. Your a man too. If it's so easy, why don't I make the first move? I couldn't, but what I did do was reach down and grab my cock in my fist.
My eyes were still closed, probably so I could claim that I was sleeping and just happened to start jerking off in my sleep. Dad could say he was a sleepwalker, so we both had excuses for our behavior.
My hand started moving up and down my cock, and when it did I heard Dad make some kind of noise. Hopefully, he was enjoying watching me masturbate, and from the sounds of it, Dad was. I wished I could have seen him there in the shadows, but just the thought of him being there made me cum quicker that I usually would.
My body tingled, and then I felt my hot cum squirting all over my stomach and chest, even reaching my neck before the ejaculations stopped and my dick deflated in my hand.
I stayed right where I was, frozen in place. There were no sounds coming from where Dad was standing. He had cum too, I guessed. Maybe we came together. It would have been so nice if we had been in each other's hands, or mouths, when we both came.
Dad lingered for a minute or two and then left as he always did. After the door closed, I felt like crying as the semen cooled and hardened on my body. Dad must have known I was awake. Why didn't he do something?
I was determined that next Saturday night would be different.
***
It had been an awkward week around the house, with the two of us having a bit of trouble looking each other in the eye. Our conversations, usually so light and fun, were now stilted and strained.
That all made me all the more determined to confront this elephant in the middle of the room once and for all that coming Saturday night. I was going to be ready when that door opened, and only hoped that I was doing the right thing.
I wasn't erect this time, my nerves getting in the way as I swallowed hard. The sheet came down and I squeezed the connection between the lamp on my night table and the extension cord that I had held back at the headboard, and the 15 watt bulb lit up well enough for me to see this time.
