Growing up with Dad

Thanks to FS for the idea.

The story contains no sexual thoughts or activity in people less than 18 years old.

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I never knew my mother. She died from a rare complication after delivering me. In the first 4 years of my life, I was mostly raised by a nanny and later, by my father, Marco. He was a construction worker who was allowed to finish earlier than usual to care for me when I got back home from school. When I was 12, I was old enough to stay alone at home, and Dad returned to a full time job. As I started junior high, Dad became a supervisor, and his job description, salary, and benefits improved.

I, Leon, was a small guy. In my junior high I was barely 5'6" and 150 pounds. Frequently, I was picked on by other students and mocked for being a pretty sissy. Whether it was the reason or the result, I rarely associated with other boys and found refuge in the company of girls. The girls saw me as one of them, and we used to chat and gossip much of the time.

My Dad was my ideal man. He had an imposing presence: At 6'3", he weighed 200 pounds of pure muscle. Whenever I was with him, people moved away, scared shit of his stature. However, with me he was very gentle. I still recall one time a big brute from a class above harassed me for refusing to give him my ball before leaving school. He slapped me in front of a cheering crowd. All of a sudden, out of nowhere, Dad showed up. He grabbed the bully's neck with his huge palm, looked at him and asked menacingly, "Hey moron, did this kid do something to you that you hit him?" The trembling guy tried to free himself but to no avail. Dad called me and said, "Leon, he slapped you once, so go ahead and hit him back any way you wish. And if I ever hear that anybody, and I repeat ANYBODY, touches you again, let me know, and they better move to another country before I reach them." Since that time, I was treated more respectfully in high school.

Once I asked Dad how come I was so much tinier than him. He looked at me with pity in his eyes and said, "Your mother, god bless her soul, was pretty, but also small. You inherited her genes. We cannot change it, but I can work with you to become more muscular and better prepared for the rough world." He worked with me 3 times a week with wrestling and boxing, and he made me join a health club too. Slowly, I became bulkier and stronger.

In senior high I turned 18. I was doing quite well in school. I applied and got a letter of acceptance to U of I for the following year. I was very happy.

...

In my senior year I was still socially inept, and after school I hardly got out of my house. Most students saw me as a nerd who invested his time studying and hated 'manly things' like ball games, wild partying, and cursing in public. I was less inclined than before to join girls because the fact they looked at me as one of them offended me and gossip started boring me.

When the summer vacation began, I joined Dad at work for a day. He commanded a group of 10 employees who were working on renovating an old building. Dad wasn't supposed to do manual work and only supervise others, but he used tools and labored like everybody else. He removed his shirt and worked hard in the scorching sun. His rippled muscles glistened, and I was taken by his amazing body. Much of the time, I ogled his manly sweating figure. By the end of the day, I told Dad I was impressed by his dedication and hard work.

He smiled, "I like showing my employees I am one of them. It creates a team spirit. In addition, we finish the work earlier and get a bonus."

As we got home, he entered the shower. Five minutes later, I needed to pee, so I entered the bathroom as well. Dad was soaping his body behind the foggy glass. I peed while my eyes were glued to his body. His dark skin, massive chest, abdominal 6-pack, and bulky quadriceps were all awesome and reminded me of a depiction of Hercules I once saw. Then Dad slowly soaped his genitals. The heavy, hairy ball sack and the long, thick soft penis were hypnotizing. My eyes were mesmerized by the way his hands spread the soap and then washed the area. I didn't realize I continued staring at his groin after finishing my pee. I overstayed in the bathroom. Later I went to my room seeing Dad's junk before my eyes. I masturbated thinking about it...

When we ate dinner, Dad seemed to be oblivious to me being in the bathroom while he showered, and we talked about my plans after college. The next day, Dad went to work as usual, and I spent my day exercising and then going to the library. I came back home at 4 pm. My father returned half an hour later. As usual, he first went to shower. Like the day before, I entered 5 minutes later and began peeing. When I was done, I continued inspecting Dad's naked body through the steamy glass.

Suddenly, I heard him say, "Leon, if you wish to stay here, be of use. Grab the loofah and do my back."

He opened the glass door and turned his back to me. I rubbed his neck and continued down to his muscular back. I stopped when I reached his lower back, but he blurted, "Continue. You are not done yet." With trembling hands, I soaped his firm ass cheeks and knelt down to work on his legs.

Then, I stood up and planned to leave, but Dad turned to me and said smiling, "You did a good job on my backside. Now do the front."

I gazed at him pleadingly, but his eyes did not budge, "Leon, you find my body interesting, so now you have the opportunity to see it up close."

I sighed and started soaping his neck, gradually moving to his chest and tummy. Next, I knelt again and did his shapely legs. Now and then, I glimpsed at his glorious tool. When I was done, his organ seemed to harden somewhat. I stood before Dad. He whispered, "Son, finish the job you started."

"...Dad..."

"You'll leave after you are done!"

I grabbed his partially soft member and gently soaped it, followed by doing his ball sack. It took me about a minute, and during this time I noticed his pecker stiffened further. When I finished, I looked him in the eye.

He grinned and blurted, "Leon, you did a nice job. Now go to your room, and the next time you have the urge to ogle my naked body, you'll be told to soap me again."

I blushed and left the bathroom humiliated. The rest of the evening, I felt bad, and eating dinner with Dad was a quiet torture.

Later in bed, I tossed and turned for an hour until I fell asleep. During the night I had a dream in which I was desperately chasing Dad's cock, but as I approached it, it disappeared. I woke up horny and jacked off before attempting to go back to sleep. Before dawn, I had another dream: My father walked nonchalantly in the house wearing only a shirt but no pants. His magnificent prick was swaying from side to side like the hand of a metronome, hypnotizing me to stare at it. I tried my best to avoid looking at it, but I couldn't. Dad caught me, and grinning, he ordered me to soap him again. I woke up covered with cold sweat.

For the next 3 days, I did everything I could to stop thinking about the shower episode, but I was unsuccessful. I tried to rationalize the event and came up with 2 options: Either I was attracted to my father's body, or I was gay. Unfortunately, I had nobody I could talk to about it; my father was the only one I fully trusted...

On the fourth evening, I gave up my fight. A moment after I heard the water pouring in the shower, I entered the bathroom and stood there. I didn't even pretend to pee. I just stood still with my eyes concentrated on Dad's phallus. He smiled at me, shut off the water, opened the glass door to the shower, and glanced at me. He didn't say anything, but the hint was clear. I entered the shower. He faced me and blurted, "Leon, no need to wash my whole body. Clean only the area you are interested in."

With my face beet-red, I soaped his sack and dick, washed it thoroughly and then looked at Dad's face. He smiled, "You can leave now, and we'll talk later." With my heart pounding like crazy, and my cock hardening, I rushed out and sat in the living room. I looked blankly at the TV screen with Dad's member floating before my eyes.

Dad exited 10 minutes later wearing shorts and a tee shirt. He sat by my side, hugged my shoulder, and asked softly, "You seem to find my penis very attractive. Am I right?" I stayed mum with my eyes focused on my shoes.

He whispered, "That's OK, son. I am not upset. There is nothing wrong with being curious. Here, let me make it easier for you." Next, he removed his shorts, and his genitals were now fully exposed. His cock looked slightly bigger than before and aimed forward. He took my closest palm and placed it on his rod. "You can touch and massage it if you wish."

I hesitated and then gingerly trailed his growing organ with my fingers. My lips got dry. I licked them and swallowed my saliva. I lowered my gaze to his groin. Dad's fingers caressed my cheek and then moved gently over my full lips. His light touch was very erotic. I parted my lips and took his thumb into my mouth. I sucked on it mildly.

Dad chuckled, "Son, you are no longer a baby. You are an adult now. Adults do not suck on fingers; they use a larger size tool. Go ahead."

My head was spinning: Dad instructed me to suck his penis! I liked its size and shape, but I wasn't gay. Was I?... The touch was pleasant: It felt velvety, with the veins bulging out and the helmet somewhat larger. My brain told me not to do it, yet my mouth wished to taste it. Dad just showered, so the smell and taste won't be bad... After a couple of minutes, I leaned my head on Dad's lap and aimed the now more engorged tool onto my lips. It smelled faintly musky and fresh. I kissed it. It jolted, and a drop of precum appeared on its tip. I licked it. It tasted very mild.

I gazed at Dad's face. He smiled at me and nodded his head up and down. I spread my lips as wide as I could and was able to engulf the large helmet. It felt spongy, soft, and... nice. I began taking him into my mouth. After about half was in my oral cavity, I began coughing and choking. I pulled it out with tears in my eyes.

Dad muttered, "Do it slowly and relax your mouth muscles. My cock is only slightly above average. You can do it, and with acquired experience, you'll love it."

I tried again. This time, only about an inch remained outside. I started bobbing his member the way I saw it in porn videos. Dad's organ continued growing inside my mouth. I began milking it on the way out and heard Dad groan. He murmured, "Leon, for a beginner, you are very good. I am getting very aroused, and I'll ejaculate soon. Be ready!"

I wasn't sure what he meant by being ready. Twenty seconds later, I felt his body tense, and his hands held the back of my neck in place. Suddenly, a series of jets invaded my mouth. Some penetrated my larynx, and I couldn't breathe. I attempted to retreat, but Dad was too strong, and I couldn't move. I succeeded in swallowing some of his slimy seed, but much of it spilled from the sides of my mouth. As I was going to faint, the stream diminished and then stopped completely. Dad removed his hands, and I gulped fresh air. I sat up and looked at Dad. He smiled at me, "You did good. You were inexperienced and didn't know how to handle the sudden spunk, but you did well. I suggest you read online instructional videos about blow job techniques. In the meantime, thank you for making ME feel better."

I went to my room, confused. I did an oral job on a guy... Am I officially gay now? Did I like it? Would I EVER consider doing it again???" I had questions but no answers.

...

In the following 3 days, I behaved like a zombie; I rearranged my room, went shopping, read books online, and did everything else to distract me from the nagging question: Am I gay? Do I wish to continue pursuing this path? When Dad arrived home from work, our chats were short and formal. Neither raised the subject again.

On the fourth day, I missed my old Dad. He was the only person I could talk to about any subject without being judged. I missed his brain and his presence. I also missed his closeness and his smell. In retrospect, sucking him was not so bad after all: Yes, I wasn't ready for the suddenness and amount of his eruption, but the sucking itself and the taste were not bad at all... I decided to read about oral job and watch videos of BJ. I'd rethink the wisdom of doing it again if there was a way to predict the exact time of the ejaculation, block the powerful jet from hitting my sensitive palate, and adjust the timing of sucking and swallowing without getting choked. One thing was clear: Dad enjoyed what I did for him.

For 2 days, all I did was learn about blow jobs. The material I looked at helped a lot. For example: When Dad tensed, he was on the verge of cumming. It was time to get ready. At the time of eruption, placing the tongue before the slit turns the strong jet into a more tolerable stream, and swallowing after each jet makes space for the following jet. There were also tips on how to accommodate more cock into the oral cavity with recommendations to train on vegetables like cucumber or a dildo.

I bought a similar size dildo and in the next 3 mornings trained before a mirror. I found out that after a couple of tries, I could relax my throat muscles and was able to take in much more than before. Knowing Dad would appreciate it if I'd do it for him was the major incentive, but I saw it as a challenge as well. Was it also because I needed to verify to myself that I was homo?...

The next evening, I joined Dad in the shower. He grinned, "Leon, I hoped you'd come. You'll grow to like it because I think you were meant to be gay. There is nothing wrong with being homosexual, but if this is your future, you better be prepared for it. Doing it with me may raise the issue of incest, but I am the only one you can trust, and I do not carry STDs."

I soaped him lovingly, inhaling his manly odor and playing with his hardening pecker. Then I left and moved to his bedroom. He arrived naked with his half mast cock leading the way. I knelt before him, lightly jiggled his ball sack, bathed his organ with my saliva, and enveloped his tool with my lips. I advanced slowly on his pole with my tongue pressing it against my upper palate. To my surprise, I manage to take in all but the last 1/2". I gave Dad a victory look and started bobbing his large shaft. After a couple of minutes, he moaned with pleasure. I accelerated my rhythm and rubbed gently his puckered hole. He separated his legs for me.

Next, I spilled some saliva on my forefinger and tenderly penetrated into his anus while continuing to milk his tumescent prick. His torso jerked and tensed. I slightly pulled back my face, placed my tongue against the tip and sucked furiously. Abundant amount of sticky lava invaded my mouth. However, I remembered to time my swallowing, and this time, the BJ went without a hitch. I was somewhat anxious, yet no longer afraid, and even savored the taste. When I was done, I licked the remaining stains from his shriveling cock and glanced at Dad's face. He was flushed and mumbled, "Son, you were great! I don't know how in such a short time you acquired the skills, but it was perfect!" I murmured, "Thank you, Dad."

He asked, "Leon, what would you want to do about it from now on? Of course, peeking at me in the shower should no longer be an issue."

I thought about it for a moment and said, "I liked giving you head, and knowing you enjoy it, we can decide how often. If you don't mind, I think I'd rather do it in bed or on the sofa. I can even sleep in your bed if you wish."

Dad smiled, "Assuming my light snoring does not bother you, sleeping with me is a good idea."

"It shouldn't. I am a deep sleeper. But if it becomes a real problem, I can move back to my room."

He stared at my face and asked, "Tell me the truth. Do you think you are gay?"

"I think so. I was never attracted to girls. I like to look at tits, but because they are pretty and not as a sexual object. I like YOUR smell, YOUR body parts, and YOUR cock..."

"Good to know. So, starting tonight, you'll sleep in my bed. The last time I had somebody sleeping in my king size bed was when Mom was still alive, almost 20 years ago."

...

"Leon, do you want me to fuck you?" this unexpected question came out of my father's mouth the first night I slept with him. He was resting on his back with his hands folded behind his head, and I was hungrily milking his glorious dick, enjoying it expanding in my mouth. My penis hardened with the anticipation of Dad cumming soon between my lips. His question startled me, and I stopped sucking. "Well, what do you say?"

"... I am not sure... Your tool is so big, that I am scared you'll rip me apart..."

"Every virgin is afraid, but with the right approach, patience, and careful advance, it's not just doable, but pleasurable. I don't have to do it, but if you think you are gay, sooner or later it is going to happen. Isn't it better to learn about it from somebody who really loves you and will spare no effort to make it as pleasant as possible?"

"Please Dad, let me think about it."

"As you wish. Take all the time in the world and remember that, unlike giving BJ, just like a woman, you may actually orgasm from the act of penetration."

I didn't feel like discussing the subject and resumed viciously sucking Dad. He exploded down my throat within a few minutes. He caressed my hair, thanked me, turned his back to me, and shortly after, fell asleep. I remained awake, thinking about his offer. I was scared shit having my ass invaded. A blow job was something I could easily control. However, being shoved with a monster organ not able to resist if my anus was torn sounded frightening. Just like I did before learning the proper techniques for performing an oral, I decided to read about it and look at videos.

The next day, when Dad went to work, I checked on Pornhub several video clips displaying anal penetrations by gays. The good news: Even huge dicks were inserted anally. However, all the bottoms seemed to have very dilated sphincters when accommodating the large members. I used KY jelly and gingerly invaded my anus with my forefinger. It felt good. I tried to add a second finger. It was tighter, but not bad either. Then I attempted to penetrate with the dildo I used to train on for my oral job. It hurt, and I pulled back.

Subsequently, I read multiple articles about preparation for anal penetration. All of them emphasized the need to clean properly, work on sphincter dilation, gradual size increases, appropriate lubrication, and getting ready with alcohol on board and preferably being already aroused. The message was clear: Most likely the first time would have some pain, but the ensuing pleasure would be worth it.

For the next 3 days, I trained myself by widening my anal canal with 2 fingers, different size cucumbers, and then the large dildo. Inserting instruments into my ass was highly arousing, and my cock was always engorged, causing me to masturbate to completion. By day four, I thought I was ready, both mentally and physically. I anxiously shuddered.

Dad arrived home later that day, and we went for dinner at an Italian restaurant. After watching a movie on Netflix, we went to bed. Like before, I began playing with his prick, making it hard in no time. Then, rather than sucking it, I whispered, "Please, Daddy, I want you to fuck me."

"Leon, we don't have to..."

"Dad, I want you to do it, but please take it easy." I handed him the plastic bottle of KY jelly and rested on all 4. He knelt behind me, smeared a lot of the oily stuff on my crack, and started by penetrating with his finger and, shortly after, a second one. I was ready, relaxed my sphincter, and pushed my butt onto his fingers. So far, so good. His fingers felt great and I became horny. Next, he slowly pushed the soft head through my puckered hole. It dilated my sphincter to the maximum. I hoped for an optimal outcome and... shoved my bottom forcefully back onto his advancing pecker. It jolted inside with a loud plop. It hurt a little, and both of us stopped.