A Surprise Visit From Dad

Harrison yawned, ambling to the kitchen in the odd hours of the morning, sweatpants barely clinging to his hips. Rent was due in a couple of days, and his shift at the diner got cancled last minute. He felt almost as shitty as he looked as he set the kettle to boil and gathered the eggs from the fridge. He cracked them into a bowl, hardly noticing the man sat in his breakfast nook.

"Harrison?"

At the sound of his name he jumped, dropping the bowl on the floor. He swore under his breath as he caught sight of his father, nibbling on some potato chips. The man was tall and broad, with a casual attitude that often had Harrison feeling out of sorts. He wore his pajamas still, and if Harrison didn't know better he reckoned the bastard slept on his couch again.

"Daddy, I done told you that key was for emergencies." Harrison grumbled, grabbing some paper towels to clean the spilt egg.

"It is an emergency, kiddo. Your momma kicked me out." Charles said, feet crossed over the table as he reclined.

Harrison let out a sharp breath, his patience hanging by a thread. "You couldn't have called? Sent me a text or something?" He tossed the dish towel onto the counter and glared down at the sink. "You know I can't stand it when you just show up out of nowhere."

Charles shot him a hard look, swiping a bag of chips off the counter. "What, did you expect me to sleep on a curb?"

"That's not what I said, and you know it." Harrison's hands gripped the edge of the sink, his back still turned. His jaw tensed, frustration simmering beneath the surface.

"It sure as hell sounds like it," Charles muttered, rising from the chair, his voice sharp as he crossed the room. "I didn't have anywhere else to go."

"You could've at least warned me!" Harrison snarled, turning around abruptly. "You always assume I'll be here to fix everything 'tween you and momma."

Charles halted just short of him, his eyes blazing. "And you wouldn't? You'd open the door every time, so what do it even matter?"

Harrison clenched his fists at his sides. "That's not the point. The point is you ain't never stop to think, Daddy. You never consider how I--"

"And why do you think I always end up here, huh? Why is it always you I turn to?" Charles interrupted, his voice low but still charged. "What does that say to you?"

Harrison froze. He couldn't answer that--not without admitting things he wasn't ready to face. The silence between them thickened, the tension nearly suffocating. Charles took a step closer, their chests almost touching. Harrison's breath hitched, his heart racing. "What you even trying to say?" His voice wavered, uncertainty creeping in.

Charles didn't respond right away. Instead, he moved in closer, the space between them vanishing until Harrison could feel his breath on his skin. Charles' gaze softened, though the intensity never left his eyes. "You really don't see it, do you?"

Harrison's pulse pounded in his ears, the frustration dissolving into something more dangerous. "Daddy--"

Before he could say more, Charles grabbed his shirt and closed the space between them, their lips colliding in a fierce, desperate kiss. It was messy, urgent--everything Harrison had tried to bury, everything Charles had never said aloud. He knew it was wrong. He knew he should push his father away and demand to know what the hell was wrong with him.

But he couldn't.

No, instead he let his father lift him onto the counter and nestle between his legs. He could feel his father's hard cock press against his crotch. He whimpered as Charles pulled away, sliding his hands under his shirt to grip his waist.

"May I?"

Harrison nodded, and his father removed his shirt revealing two pert breasts. Normally he'd recoil--hell he kept his virginity only because of the dysphoria--but he trusted his father. He hummed contently as Charles kissed his neck, stroking up and down his side. "I've been intrigued since you came out, you know."

"Oh?" Harrison murmured, stomach fluttering as his father rubbed circles into his hip.

"'bout what it'd be like to fuck a boy with a cunt."

"Now's your chance, no?" Harrison mumbled. He felt his father nod against him, and his cunt clenched around nothing. His father tugged his sweatpants down, dropping to his knees. He buried his face in Harrison's slick cunt, licking a stripe along the folds. Harrison moaned, legs coming to rest on Charles' shoulders. If this was so wrong, then why did it feel so right? Harrison gasped, bucking into his father's mouth as his tongue assaulted his wet cunt.

"Fuck!" Harrison keened. Charles pulled away, kissing his thigh before standing. He fumbled with his jeans, pushing them down and freeing his cock. Harrison flushed at the sight of it, wondering if it'd even fit. It was uncut--long and thick with a slight curve to it. He didn't even have a chance to protest before sliding into Harrison's warm cunt. Harrison groaned, toes curling as he pulsed around his father's cock.

This wasn't like all the times he pleasured himself. It was new. Better. Charles gave him a moment to adjust to the slight burn from the stretch before pulling almost all the way out and pushing back in. "Oh, oh fuck..." Harrison gasped out. His father grunted with each thrust and Harrison clung to him, toes curling as his cunt quivered around the man's length.

"That's it, baby. Just relax." Charles murmured, kissing his neck. Harrison moaned, bucking into each thrust. Sex with his father wasn't at all how he expected to start his day off... but he was enjoying it more than he cared to admit. His skin burned with pleasure as Charles picked up his pace, balls slapping into Harrison's ass. His cock pulsed and he finished deep inside, swearing under his breath.

"Fuck, sorry. You were just so tight." He murmured, mouthing at Harrison's neck.

"That's alright," Harrison panted, "We can just do it again later."

"Fuck, we probably shouldn't." Charles grumbled, cock still embedded in Harrison's cunt.

"No, but I want to." Harrison hummed. His father's cock twitched at the notion. "It's not like anyone needs to know."

He trailed a finger down his father's hairy chest. Charles was a large man with a portly belly that drove Harrison wild. His hair, a dark brown, adorned most of his body, including a happy trail that lead down to his hairy cock.

"I suppose you're right. C'mon." His father lifted him bridal style and Harrison let out a squeal, clinging to him. He laughed as his father carried him upstairs, dropping him on the bed. Charles joined him and hugged him from behind, kissing his neck. Harrison hummed, leaning into his touch as his father's fingers found their way to his clit, rubbing in slow circles. Harrison whimpered, grasping at the wrist around his waist.

"D-daddy, oh fuck..." He groaned, struggling to keep his legs spread. Pleasure coursed through his veins, his cunt clenching around nothing as his father rubbed faster. He adjusted his hand so that his thumb pressed into Harrison's clit and two fingers dipped into his waiting hole.

"Oh--" He moaned breathlessly, arching his back.

"That's it, baby. That's it." His father whispered, kissing his shoulder. It didn't take long for Harrison to orgasm, cunt clenching around Charles' fingers. He rode his orgasm, legs clenching around the hand still pressed into his warmth.

His father pulled his hand away, wiping it on the sheets and pulling Harrison close. They stayed like that for hours, content to bask in each other's silence. It was Charles who spoke first.

"Mind if I move in?"

"If you keep fucking me like that you can do whatever you want, dad." Harrison mumbled, yawning as sleep overtook him.