It all started when I was younger, when I say younger I mean when I was 18. I started noticing my father and his body, he was tall, roughly 6 foot 4 inches, and he was young for a dad 34. He was also good looking. In fact good looking is understating him, he was gorgeous, black hair, chiselled masculine face and to top it all off he had the most stunning blue eyes that you could sit and stare at all day. When I first realised all of this it was when my mother (Dianne) won £10,000,000 on the lottery and was leaving him for another man, her boss actually. Even though I loved my mother I knew I would never forgive her, she left my father (Dave) an emotional wreck. Me and my dad always had a special bond, even though I didn't see him as much as my mum me and my dad were definitely closer. The first couple of weeks after my mum had left us went by very slowly, my father left work, my mother give me £1,000,000 and my father said he didn't need to work, therefore he sat around all day in his housecoat. I knew that if I didn't do something it would stay like this, me and my father were getting further apart and I hated it. I decided one day that I would talk to him about what had happened and what we were going to do about it. I started off by making him a cup of coffee just how he liked it, luke warm with a lot of milk and no sugar, I then went into the living room, he was sitting around in his housecoat. I put it down in front of him. He thanked me and I sat next to him,
"Dad" I said. He looked at me and he could tell that this was going to be serious.
"Listen, it's been almost two weeks and all you have done is sit around and feel sorry for yourself, mum isn't coming back, I know it hurts you to hear that but deep down you know that it's true."
"But..."
"Dad I love you and I always will, but you have got to stop doing this to yourself, I miss her too but she left us, we shouldn't be sad while she's with him. How about you get dressed and we'll go for a walk then head down to the pub, drinks on me?"
"I don't want to go to the pub Sam, but I'll quite happily go for a walk, I agree with you, that woman doesn't deserve us anyway, I'm sure we can live our lives without her. I just need to get a shower and get dressed, is that ok?"
"Yes dad. We'll have a good time it's been weeks since we done something like this."
I was glad that I had got him to do something I was sick of seeing him sitting in front of the TV like it was his only companion, it was time he got over mum and I would make sure he did. Twenty minutes later we were on the sand, we only lived two minutes walk away from the beach. It was a beautiful hot summers day. We talked about mum and recent events passed. Dad told me how much he missed her and how much he hated him, to be honest I agreed with everything he said, but she was gone and there was nothing we could do about it. We had to get on with our lives as she had with hers. He told me the thing that had annoyed him the most was that she hadn't even said sorry she just told him she was leaving him packed her things and left. He also told me that he couldn't stop dreaming about her, that everything was back to normal and how upset he is when he wakes up and realises that he was dreaming. I changed the subject to what we would do tonight, he told me he didn't want to do much so I suggested that we rent a DVD and sit with a few beers, he agreed so we headed to the supermarket. I bought popcorn and 16 cans of Guinness. We walked to the DVD store and he picked a comedy.
"I think I'll get this, we need cheering up, don't you think?"
"Yeah dad, glad to see you're getting back to normal."
We left the store and slowly walked home, by this time it was already 9:30 and it was starting to get dark. When we got in I put the popcorn in the big bowl and put the beers in the fridge, I took two of them and went into the living room. My dad had already put the movie in and was waiting for me to get comfortable. He was lying down on the sofa, I walked over to him and give him a beer, I sat in front of him and told him that the movie better be good or I'll pick it the next time.
"Thanks son."
"For what?" I said.
"For making me get out of here today, I haven't felt as good as this since before your mum left."
"Dad it has been depressing for me seeing you sitting there. You needed this. I needed this, it just wasn't the same with you lying here, I had to do something."
"Well I'm glad you did."
He kissed the top of my head and played the movie. The movie started off great, but as it went on I got bored. Even though I really hated it I didn't want to hurt my fathers feelings so I watched it and when our beers were gone I went and got two more out of the fridge. When I next looked at my watch it was 11:30, the movie was nearly finished and we had each drank seven cans each. I was just about to ask my dad if he wanted another when I realised he had fallen asleep. He obviously didn't like the movie either. It was then that I noticed his housecoat had opened. I had seen my dad with nothing on except his briefs before but this was different. I don't know why but he just looked amazing, I knew I wasn't gay, I mean, I always looked at women and I had only ever had sex with women. He was definitely asleep and I just looked at him from several minutes, from his model-like face all the way down to his well kept feet. One thing's for sure I wished I looked like him. Suddenly I realised, this is wrong, he's my dad for Gods sake! But I couldn't help it, I kept looking and then focused on his penis I could see the outline in his tight white briefs. It was five inches long now and he was flaccid. I couldn't believe it I was only three and a half flaccid and seven inches long erect, I started to wonder how big he was erect. I wanted to find out but at the same time I didn't, the only thing that stopped me was it's illegal and I love him. Anyway with women I like to explore their bodies before I go down into that region therefore why should it be any different with a man? I wanted to make sure that he wouldn't wake up before I began exploring. I gently shook him to test and he stayed sleeping. I nearly had a heart attack however when he quietly said;
"Dianne? Is that you?"
I was terrified what should I do? What should I say?
"Yes" I replied. He carried on as if he were really talking to her.
"I had the craziest dream, I dreamt that you left me for your boss, can you believe it?"
"No honey, it was just a dream, you should go back to sleep."
"Ok baby, but could you hurry? Get into bed it's getting cold and I need your magic touch."
"Ok honey but you need to move across, there's not enough room you're on my side as well."
He moved across and there still was not enough room, it was the sofa after all. I felt really guilty playing along to get pleasure out of it but I then told myself I was doing it to be kind. To make him feel better. I lay down next to him and he put his arm around me. I was really starting to worry now, what if he woke up with me lying next to him and a very noticeable erection? But at the same time I felt really good he had a really tight grip and I was in heaven, I could feel him breathing in my ear, it was really getting me horny. Then I felt it, something hard, it was right at my ass and I was sure it was getting longer. Oh my God it was. It was huge, it was so hard it was hurting. I had to get off there. I could tell he was still asleep so I slowly lifted his arm away and slid off the sofa. I went upstairs and got changed into my house coat. when I got back downstairs he was lying on his back with his huge hard cock sticking straight up in the air. It must have been at least eight inches plus. He was still sleeping and I didn't want to do anything it wasn't fair, he couldn't say no. I decided I would wait until his erection subsided and wake him up. Fifteen minutes later it was still as hard as it was when I came down. It just wouldn't go, I couldn't wake him up like this, he would be really embarrassed. I decided that I would tidy him up then wake him. I went over to him, I put my hand down into his briefs and placed his dick diagonal across his leg then I took out my hand. It took all of my will power not to take it out and look, but as I said it wouldn't be fair. I then tied his housecoat and stood up.
"Dad." I whispered. He didn't react. I nudged him softly and repeated,
"Dad."
This time it worked he opened his eyes and looked at me, the first thing he said was;
"I fell asleep didn't I?"
"Yes you did dad but its alright the film wasn't very good anyway."
"I know it wasn't, that's why I fell asleep." He joked.
"Come on, lets get you to bed, it's late we've got a lot to do tomorrow."
"What are we doing tomorrow?"
"It's a surprise, you'll have to wait."
"Ok, come on, lets get to bed. Whatever we're doing don't let me choose, apparently I'm no good at choosing anything. The film shows that."
I laughed, my dad could always make me laugh and he wasn't going to stop now, not even when his whole life had been ripped apart. That's what I admired about him. We got upstairs and I took him into his room, he lay down and I said goodnight. I was just closing the door when he called me.
"Sam?"
