Rescued by Daddy

It is shocking how much your life can change in less than a week. It wasn't even that long really. Now I had more secrets and the love and respect of my father that I didn't realize I'd been craving my entire life.

I stood in the room where all of the groomsmen had gathered to support my younger brother. Today was his big day. He was going to marry the love of his life. I don't personally believe in true love, but he did and I was extremely happy for him.

Four other men I barely knew were in the room along with my brother, me, and our dad. Dad looked happier than I had ever seen him before and I wondered if that had more to do with seeing his youngest son getting married or the fact that he's been railing his oldest son and getting the sex he's been craving.

He looked at me and a knowing look passed between us. Nothing that anyone else would have picked up on, but something secret between two lovers that meant everything -- at least to me.

Okay, maybe I do believe in true love after all?

"Christian. I can't thank you enough for coming. Dad told me about all of your troubles." Mark, my younger brother, said wrapping me in a tight hug. I doubted Dad had told him everything.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world." I said looking over his shoulder and into my Dad's eyes. I saw the lustful desire there. Did he dream of both of his boys worshipping the cock we came from?

Mark was five years younger than I am, but he's the same height that I am. We look a lot alike taking most of our physical features from our father. However, other that physical attributes we couldn't be more different.

He is responsible, has a great career, and getting married to the love of his life today. I was the complete opposite. At twenty-seven years old I had struggles of real income, nothing in the way of a stable career or even the prospects of one, and there was no way I could marry the love of my life.

Mark released me as Dad kept staring at me as if he knew what I was thinking.

"Okay guys. I think we have to go get pictures taken." Mark said turning to everyone else in the room.

Four of Mark's best friends all followed him out of the room. When they were gone Dad came over to me and hugged me tightly. I felt everything in that embrace. I know it is stupid to think, but it was like all of the wrecked pieces of my life were somehow coming back together.

Only my father had the power to pull me back together like this. He just held me and I fought tears. His hand ran up and down my back slowly. Love and comfort. Everything I'd ever wanted.

"I love you, Chris."

"I love you too, Dad." I said as he slowly pulled back.

"Oh, don't look at me like that." He smiled. I took a deep breath to try and compose myself.

"Sorry." I laughed.

"We have a lot to discuss, but everything's changed." He said what I had been thinking.

"I know." I said looking down feeling the painful break coming. I knew it was coming. That ultimate rejection. He was my father, he was married to my mother, and I couldn't be the reason their marriage of more than thirty years ended.

"Stop that." He said pulling my face up to look at him. "You're moving home and we're going to figure this out together."

Then he leaned in and kissed me. Passionately.

Someone outside in the hallway moved and he broke our kiss but still looked at me. Everything surged inside of me. When one of Mark's groomsmen poked his head in the door we were standing three feet apart just staring at each other.

"We're ready for you guys." He said and then disappeared.

Dad put his arm around my shoulders and we walked out into public. "Just so you know, Son. As soon as the ceremony is over and everyone is distracted I'm going to tear your guts up. You look too fucking hot in that tux not to."

I was hard the entire time we took pictures!

The ceremony was beautiful. Mark and his bride were the perfect couple. They were going to make beautiful babies. I had my turn dancing with the bride and she seemed perfect for him. She laughed and the entire room lit up, but when they finally came back together for another dance everyone was watching them.

"Now." Dad said coming up behind me and whispering into my ear.

Everyone was distracted, and it was time for him to make good on his promise. Something I would never hesitate to be a part of. I followed him to the back of the room and we both quietly slipped out through the door.

"You look so fucking hot in your tux, Christian."

"You too, Daddy." I smiled when he opened the door leading back into the church where the wedding had taken place. The great thing about this venue was that the ceremony happened at Mark's church. They didn't have to do anything separate. The reception even took place in their massive fellowship hall.

The sanctuary seemed twice as big as it had before now that there wasn't anyone else there. The tall ceilings were painted with angels and clouds like the room opened up to heaven.

I didn't know where he was going, but I simply followed him down the main aisle that took the middle of the room and straight down to the alter. When he reached the wooden alter that was constructed with glossy wood he stopped and turned. The look in his eyes said everything.

I thought it was hot as fuck!

"Right here?"

"Yes, son." He smiled and unfastened the snaps of his tuxedo pants. I looked back toward the door as if someone had followed us. I took the three steps up the alter and then kneeled before him. It was a rush to see the big cock I came from out in such a setting. I leaned in and felt him push past my lips. I don't know how long he had been aroused, but it had been some time. His cock head and most of his shaft were coated in delicious precum.

He moaned loudly that echoed through the empty room when I took him deep. I felt his hands on my head and opened my throat for him to take the pleasure he desired. It felt amazing knowing how full the sanctuary had been just a short while ago and now I was not only sucking a cock in the same space, but my father's cock.

I pulled his pants down a little and his balls came into view. I moved from his thick erection down to his massive nuts. I bathed them in my tongue and felt his hands tighten in my hair. I wanted to make sure I got everything he had to offer. I felt one hand move as the other still held me in place.

He grasped his cock and smacked it on my face as I bathed his balls and prepared all of his load to shoot because I craved every drop he had to give me. Then he pushed himself back into my mouth and held my head tight as he pounded into my throat.

"Such a perfect faggot throat!" He roared and it echoed through the sanctuary. I loved the way he degraded me and pushed the limits as far as he could.

He pulled back out of my throat and I had to gasp for air. "Daddy, fuck!"

"Bend over the alter, son. Now!" He demanded when I didn't move fast enough. I unfastened my own pants and still wasn't moving fast enough for him when he reached over and yanked everything down at once. My pants and underwear pooled around my ankles and he pushed me forward. "Time to take Daddy's cock!"

I felt the cool, polished wood against my thighs and then he smacked my ass once. I knew the drill by then. I reached back and pulled my cheeks apart so he could see the tight hole he had claimed, but was going to reassure was his. I heard him spit and felt it right against my hole.

"OH FUCK!" I shouted toward the pulpit as I felt his mouth on my ass. His tongue teased and then pushed inside of me. I lifted my head to see the cross illuminated and Jesus Christ Himself was staring at me as my own father was giving me an expert rim job.

I pushed back against his face and he moaned loudly. Who doesn't love an enthusiastic lover?

Then his mouth was gone, but I didn't need to wait. His cock was there and then he was inside of me. Jesus, the cross, and everything else went blurry as pleasure overtook my entire being. One steady push and no unforgiving wavering had my father's cock buried inside of me in only seconds.

"God this hole is so fucking good!" Dad roared behind me. I felt his hands on my hips and he started to pull back out and then push inside again. He found a quick rhythm and pushed faster and faster.

We both knew we didn't have the time we would really prefer, but the forbidden aspect ratcheted up by being in my brother's church had me rock hard and my balls were boiling already.

"Fuck me, Daddy. Feels so good. Right here where your son took his vows and now you're plowing into your first born!"

"Fucking Christ, Son! Take Daddy's dick!!!!" He reached up and grabbed my collar and started hammering deeper and rougher into me. "So much better than you mom's worn out pussy!"

Then I felt him thicken and I knew it was coming soon.

I pushed myself down onto the alter for a deeper angle and then back against him to take everything I loved.

"FUUUUCK!" Daddy shouted and I threw my head back as my own orgasm shook through me. I shot all over the polished wood beneath me as I took his load deep into my guts. He didn't stop ramming in and out though. I loved how he would fuck through an orgasm and not just hold still.

"Well, this isn't what I was expecting to find on my wedding day." A deep voice said behind us.

"Shit!" I scrambled to pull my pants up as Dad fastened his own. I turned to see him standing there staring at us.

Mark, my little brother.

"Mark. I can explain." I said rushing forward.

"I don't want to hear it." Mark said throwing his hands up. "You couldn't let me have just one day? You had to ruin everything?"

"Mark, it's not like that!" I called almost halfway down the aisle now. I didn't even turn to see what Dad was doing. Mark was focused on me.

"No! You get out of here." He called. "You're not allowed to come back to the party. I won't have you ruining anything else!"

"Mark, wait!" I tried. "Don't be like that."

"Get out, Christian. Don't ever come back!" He said turning and then closing the door behind him. I stared at the door. What had I done? I turned to see where Dad was, but he had disappeared too.

What had I done?