My Son Jac. Taing Care

Author's Note: Part 2 is told from Jack's perspective

All characters are over 18 years of age and are consenting adults.

Somehow I found myself with the hardest erection that I've ever had in my life and it was in my dad's face. I closed my eyes and turned toward the ceiling. The last few months had sort of been leading up to this.

My dad had taken care of me since coming home from the hospital (see part one). He made an amazing dinner and cleaned me up after I had a little accident. That clean up though. His tenderness as he washed me. His touch on my cock and around my hole. Fuck, it turned me on so much!

I've long suspected that I had a thing for my father. I just love being near him. I love hugging him and giving him chaste innocent kisses. I loved cuddling with him. I loved his smell, god he always smelled so good to me.

My friend Kyle had been pretty pointed about it one time. Kyle and I were sort of friends with benefits. When we were horny and had an opportunity, we'd make out and suck each other off. We hadn't tried anal though but we had talked about it. Some of our sessions were pretty intense but it was about sex more than anything. We were just two horny 18 year olds who knew how to please each other.

He had told me a few times that I talk about my dad a lot and that sometimes I would get this look on my face when I mentioned him. One day were having a couple of beers at his house and his parents weren't around, he asked me point blank if I had a thing for my dad.

I told him that I didn't know for sure but I thought it could be true. I asked Kyle if he thought it was weird. He said it was kind of natural for a gay kid to have thoughts about his dad. He even thought about it a few times, he said. His dad would probably never be into it. His dad was pretty much a homophobe. Kyle said that he really wanted his older brother Matt to fuck him one day. Matt was a couple of years older than us and in college. He was seriously hot. I wouldn't mind having Matt fuck me either.

"So, would you really want your dad to fuck you?" He asked me later that same day. I thought for a few minutes before answering him. I was really starting to think that I did.

"Yeah, I kinda do." I answered. "Actually, I think it would be really cool to have him be the first to actually fuck me...no offense, dude! I really enjoy doing shit with you, but with us it's more about the sex than the intense emotional connection. You get it, right?"

"Man, I thought that I'd be the one to take your cherry." Kyle answered a little disappointed. "But, I get it. I get that you have that connection with your dad. He's super cool and I think he's sexy too. I hope you don't think that's weird, that I think your dad's sexy, I mean."

"Not at all. If anything it makes me feel better that I have good taste." I flashed him a big smile.

"I'll give you something to taste, you hot fuck." Kyle growled. I rolled my eyes at him.

"You're like the horniest guy ever. Do you ever get enough? I laughed.

"Not with your hot ass around." He laughed and moved in close. He leaned in parting his lips. I offered mine in return. Our tongues wrestled for a while before he grabbed my groin.

One thing led to another and we ended up blowing our loads in each other's mouths. I'll say one thing about Kyle, he's a hungry cum eater. I think his cum tastes pretty great too. I found myself wondering what my dad's cum would taste like.

Kyle and I were quietly lying next to each other in his bed. I'm still not sure how we made it in to his bedroom. The guy was smooth. Kyle said "Hey, can I ask you a really weird question? Feel free to hit me if it's too fucked up."

"Oh boy, this must be really weird if you're asking. You have zero shame, dude." I shoved him trying to push him off the bed.

"I'm serious, dude. I think this might be approaching a line, if not putting a toe over it." He really did sound serious.

"I promise not to hit you. We're always honest with each other. I just told you that I wanted my dad to fuck me, so I don't think there's a lot of room to step over the line here." I answered him. I was super curious now. What could he be thinking?

"Well, if you and your dad ever do, like, get into it, would you consider a threesome? Like I said, I think your dad's sexy and you know I like to suck your dick, so what do you think? Kyle held his breath as if waiting for me to hit him.

"Dude, I don't know. I mean, I think I'd be ok with it but I'm not sure about my dad. Let's see how things go but I promise that I'll keep it in mind, ok?" I wasn't sure how that would work but the idea of it was pretty hot. I imagined what Kyle would look like with my dad fucking him. Yeah, this had potential.

After that conversation with Kyle, I really started to think about it getting together with my dad. Like Kyle said, my dad is pretty damned sexy. He wears his age well and has always taken pride in his appearance. He's got a nice dad bod. He's not overly hairy and has a nice cock. At least, from what I've seen in passing.

I started really thinking about it a lot. It never occurred to me to think that it was wrong, it just felt natural. So what? I thought my dad was hot. I found myself thinking about it all of the time.

I started fantasizing about what it would be like to take things to that level. I was curious about what it would be like to kiss him. Really kiss him. I imagined kissing him deeply and wrapping my arms around him. Grinding our hard cocks together. Sucking him. Taking his cock in my ass. Shit, I had it bad.

Dad started becoming a regular character in my fantasies during my jerk off sessions. I started sneaking his used underwear from the hamper and would inhale his musk while I imagined him sucking me and jerking me off.

Now here we were in the bathroom after my sponge bath. I couldn't deny it anymore. I wanted him so badly. The evidence was right in front of us. This massive erection was because of his touch, because of his tenderness. During the washing, it was obvious that he spent more time on my cock and hole. That was a good sign. I hoped it meant that he wanted me too.

"I, uhh, couldn't help it. I haven't been able to relieve myself for a while." I offered up cautiously. I had to play this carefully. I didn't want to scare him off.

"Wow, I guess so!" My dad answered. He was looking at my cock with, what, admiration? Longing? I know dad is gay and I'm sure it's been a while since he's done anything with anyone. "It looks uncomfortable." He said.

"It is a little. I don't usually get this hard." Come on dad. Take the hint! Could this really happen? Should I just ask him for help? Would that be too obvious? I was starting to lose my nerve.

I could feel my fathers breath on my cock now. He was clearly breathing more heavily now. Did he feel the same about me? I wanted him to take me in his mouth and to do the same for him. My arms were for shit right now but my mouth still worked fine.

"I don't think this is going to go away on its own and I can't really do anything with these casts." I said tentatively. No going back now.

"Ok, I'll help you out." Dad said quietly. Let me get some lube. He got up and quickly went to his bedroom to grab his lube. When he came back, he stood in the doorway for a minute just staring at me.

"Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?" He asked me. "I love you, Jack. Now, let me do this for you." He moved close to me and squeezed some lube in the palm of his hand.

"Just relax." He said as he wrapped his hand around my cock. I gasped. It felt amazing to have him touch me like this. It wasn't a blow job but man did it feel good to have him hold my cock.

I couldn't help but cry out. "Fuck!" I moaned. Easy Jack, I thought. Don't mess this up.

Dad expertly jerked me up and down. He was standing so close and was looking down at his efforts, clearly intent on getting me off. I leaned my head forward and rested my forehead on his shoulder. I was moaning and writhing. I started fucking his hand as I moved my hips back and forth.

"Oh god, yes!" I couldn't help myself anymore. "It feels sooo good!" I cried softly.

Dad was quiet as we continued. I was too caught up in the moment to read his expression. It didn't take long before I was shooting rope after rope of cum all over his hand, as I yelled out in pleasure and release. I shuddered and my knees felt weak.

Dad sensed it and held me up with his other arm. I all but collapsed into him breathing heavily. It was probably the most intense orgasm I'd ever had.

"Oh my god." I managed after collecting myself. It took a minute to regain my composure. "I never...thank you, dad. You are the best." I leaned back to look him in the eyes.

"I told you, Jack. I'll do anything for you." He said as he leaned in. I leaned in to receive the kiss. It was not one of our chaste innocent kisses, it was something more. Not deep or passionate but enough to let me know that this was the first of many barriers that we could cross together.

I pulled back from the kiss and gazed lovingly in my father's eyes. "I hope you know that I'll do anything for you too, daddy."

Dad hesitated. As far as parents go, he's been selfless. It's almost against his nature to do something for himself. I wasn't sure how much to push.

"I'm saying that you deserve to feel good too. I love you, dad. I can help you. I want to." I told him. He was still uncertain. I didn't want to force him if he wasn't comfortable but I wanted him to know that I mean it.

"Let me think about it, Jack. This is happening quickly and I want to make sure that we're not rushing into anything that we might regret." He said as he grabbed a towel and cleaned my cum off of his hand and my now softening cock.

"Ok, dad. So you know, you're not forcing me. I know what I want." I told him. I wanted to make sure that he knew that I wanted him in no uncertain terms.

"Sure, Jack. Ok, son. I just need some time." He said. I know that he wanted to make sure that I was protected. He was still having trouble accepting something for himself, even though I was offering myself up for him to use me however he wanted.

What had just happened proved to me that my dad wanted me too. I could write off the hand job, that was one thing. But the kiss. That kiss was everything. With one kiss my dad told me that he loves me not just as a father loves a son. That was a lover's kiss and I wanted more of them.

"Anything for you dad." I said and I kissed him the same way that he kissed me, reinforcing that it was the same for me. That I felt the same thing for him. That I wanted him as my lover.

To be continued.