(Story contains explicit Incest themes/content.)
I knew it would be different tonight than it had been the night before, but then again last night had been so unexpected that I still couldn't believe it had happened. The mood of the entire house had been changed when I arrived home for winter break, and only part of it was due to Mom having moved out since I left for college.
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Their divorce had not been unexpected, since for years I had suspected that they were only going through the motions for my benefit and with me now grown and gone off to college there was no need for the charade.
What had been the surprise was the reason for them splitting up for real, and very amicably too from what I'd heard from both of them in the months since. Mom had been vague about the reasons but Dad had been surprisingly forthright about it, although he was only able to do it late at night after a couple of drinks, and in my bed.
Dad had come in, not sneaking but just tapping on the door and asking if he could come in, and when he came in he sat on the edge of the bed and just spoke in the near darkness, with only the moon providing the minimal lighting.
Them splitting up had been Mom's idea but Dad said she had been reluctant to it and would have been happy to keep on going on as they were, but she had to tell Dad that she had been having an affair for five years and was tired of sneaking around.
Dad said he wasn't surprised because there had been something missing in their relationship for quite a while, but he was surprised that the person Mom was in love with was another woman. For his part Dad confessed that while he hadn't strayed he had been keeping a secret as well.
"That's why I admire you so much, son," Dad had said as he delivered his bombshell. "You're not ashamed of what you are. I was embarrassed about the way I felt about other men and only got married because it was expected of me back then."
"Different times Dad," I said, although in fact I wasn't one to broadcast my sexual orientation either, adopting a don't ask don't tell policy and only bringing it up when it was necessary. "And as for me thinking less of you, that's crazy."
Close to the truth would have been that knowing my father was gay, or at the least very bisexual, would have only made me love him more. You see, I had often fantasized about being with Dad like that, since he was my hero in so many ways, but never even suggested my true feelings.
As for Dad, the fact that I nearly fell off the bed when he broke the news spoke volumes about his ability to not reveal his real side because if he had ever made so much as the slightest hint to me I would have been all over it. So much for this "gaydar" I thought I possessed.
"Can I have a hug?" Dad had said after the words stopped, our roles reversing in a way after 19 years, and I tossed the sheet aside and let him in.
It was just a hug, a very warm hug that we probably had given each other a hundred times over the years, but never in a bed with us wearing only briefs. Somebody made the first move, but I'm still not sure which of us did. All I do know is that soon Dad had slid down and had my stiff cock in his hand while his mouth took in the head.
It was bad at first, the combination of my father not having done this in so many years along with him never having experienced anyone as well developed as I am (his words) making the initial moment a rather uncomfortable one, but I guess it was like riding a bike in that you never really forget.
That initial fumbling passed and soon Dad's lips were sliding easily up and down the top half of my cock while his fist spun over the rest. The sight of my father's head bobbing up and down in the dim light while I ran my hand through his thinning grey hair was as erotic as the act itself.
I wanted it to last forever but it was all too much. Grunting a warning to dad that I was about to cum, his response was to suck harder and take me deeper while the hand that was working the shaft of my member went down to my balls and milked what was an incredible orgasm out of me, one that left my body trembling as Dad swallowed my load with hardly a hiccup.
After a time Dad came back up to join me, perhaps a bit embarrassed about what he had just done but I was having none of that. I brushed off his mild resistance as I nibbled my way down his pale, slender body on my way to getting a look at the equipment that had helped give me life.
I had seen my father naked once, many many years ago as a lad when we rinsed off in a bath house at a beach. I still remember my reaction when I had seen what had looked like a monstrous organ swinging between Dad's legs, so intimidating that I turned away in horror, and it was that fleeting glimpse that I had carried with me all these years.
That was why that when I reached the tuft of grey pubic hair and looked lower I was a bit shocked at what I saw. Shocked should not be construed as disappointed however, because while what I was reaching for bore little resemblance to what my child's eyes had seen and my imagination had preserved, Dad's penis was beautiful.
Perhaps my first perception of the modest size of his member was tainted by the fact that resting below his slender manhood were the biggest pair of balls that I had ever seen. Residing in a sac that looked better suited for a bull, the fat plums hung in a wrinkled pouch that was resting on the bedding, a fact I learned when I raised and brought the wonderfully shaped penis to my lips.
Ghostly white and uncut, with a foreskin that was very long and tapered at the tip highlighting what was a conical glans, Dad's cock fit perfectly between my lips, and I heard him groan when my nose dipped into his pubes. Whatever nervousness that had caused Dad to lose the erection my body had felt when we had hugged was disappearing by the time my lips drew back up to the tip, and soon my mouth was working up and down about 5" inches of delicious cock.
I wanted to suck on his balls as well but they were too big. Even the smaller right one was too large for me so I licked his balls while slowly jerking his dick, enjoying seeing Dad's legs churning in response to my affection.
I sensed Dad was about to cum so my mouth went back to his arching tool, and when I felt his dick pulsate I slowed my bobbing head. My palm, which had been lazily rolling his nuts while I sucked, tightened around his balls and stretched and pulled on his sac. I felt like I could tie the over-sized orbs in a knot as I churned them, and Dad cried out as he arched his back upward while he spurted his seed into my throat in a series of blasts that nearly had me choking until they finally slowed and then ended.
"I love you Dad," I whispered after sliding back up the bed, and although he was sobbing a little he told me he loved me too while we embraced, and that was how I fell asleep.
I woke up at some point in the middle of the night, and it took a second for me to remember where I was and that I was not alone. My bedroom looked the same except for the fact that there was a naked man next to me, and while that wasn't unheard of when I lived here full time, the naked man was never my father.
Dad apparently hadn't been able to sleep like I had, and what he was doing had likely been the cause of my waking. Our legs were still a bit tangled, and it felt funny to feel Dad's relatively smooth legs against my hairy ones. Dad's had been hairy once too but I guess as he aged much of the fur had disappeared.
Dad's hands were busy as he gently rubbed his calves against mine, and I tried to make it seem like I was still asleep while trying to decipher what was making the tip of my cock tingle so. Dad was holding my mostly flaccid cock in one hand while holding his own very rigid member in his other, and it felt like he had pushed the tip of my dick into the end of his long foreskin.
It felt so good as the tips of our dripping dicks met under the flesh shroud but even better than the feeling was listening to Dad as he massaged our cocks together. He was trying to be quiet, which made the faint noises he made even more erotic. It was just the tiniest whimpering that began to get quicker and more frantic as he seemed to be nearing orgasm and then he let out a high pitched soft squeal, after which I felt him ejaculating all over my dick.
After that, silence except for the light breathing sounds for a couple of minutes. Dad's hands kept our cocks pressed together until he went limp, and after that he continued to hold my cock, rubbing the gooey dick which was not erect but getting there.
"Brad?" Dad whispered but I kept silent for a second until he leaned over and kissed my collarbone continued. "I love you son. I'm so sorry."
"I'm not," I whispered back, startling Dad briefly when he learned I was awake. "This is the greatest night of my life. What's happening is like a fantasy to me, although I admit I never really thought about it as much as I wanted to because it was so far out of the realm of possibility."
"I never did either - at least not until I learned you were gay last spring," Dad explained as his hand kept stroking my cock. "Even then though - I guess that I'm just so lonely now. Even though your mother and I weren't - you know - at least she was good company."
"You should get out and meet guys," I told Dad. "You're a good looking man."
