My dear handsome father came out and confessed gay longings to me once the divorce from mom was settled and I had moved away. He thought that, in my late teens, I was old enough to understand. He was right, I was exploring my own sexuality too. In a curious way, we bonded over our love lives. As we became adult friends, dad would talk about men in frank detail, sometimes probably going too far but he was sad and lonely, I guess. He had nobody else. As his confidence grew, I became his shoulder to cry on. I learned to enjoy it. We felt close. It was wonderful.
One evening, around the time I hit twenty-one and was making my own way in the world, we drank too much wine. It was, looking back, way way too much. But it was cool. We weren't really father and daughter by that point, we were friends and confidants. The chat got intimate and it is hard to pick the moment it slipped blurry inappropriateness, but it did. There was no embarrassment though as my lonely frustrated father explained what got him, in his words, going sexually. I relished the openness and honesty we shared.
As we relaxed, he mumbled something about watching. I was not sure what he meant but when he clarified pornography my heart raced a little. He went further. He wanted to show me. He was drunk and desperately unhappy. It was a kindness, I suppose, a release for him. He reached for his laptop. Google. Gay websites. Bisexual. Threesomes. Group sex. Teens. Twinks. He clearly loved watching buff young bodies of both genders, but his taste clearly centred on hard, smooth cocks. They certainly piqued my interest too. Watching them, all shapes and sizes, sliding into mouths, pussies and arseholes, bounce, twitch and throb and then pump cum on to and into bodies was hypnotic. We did not speak. Dad just clicked and clicked. His eyes wide. His breath quick.
He paused at one scene. I had to agree it was incredibly arousing. I was sitting right beside him as two cute hung young men shared a blonde smooth cutie in a big, crisp white king-sized bed. I was not appalled or disgusted. Far from it. All I felt was love and excitement - glad my daddy was enjoying himself. After fucking in all combinations, the threesome shifted until the men knelt opposite each other and jerked over the girl's cute petite A cup chest. Not wishing to be left out, she fingered her cunt hungrily towards orgasm.
As our three friends enjoyed themselves I noticed my Dad had, oh my god, slipped his thick veiny uncut dick out of his pants. Did he think I would not notice? Did he not care? Did he enjoy flashing his little girl? I did not know. Once I had peeked at his hardening manhood, I didn't care. His dick was thicker, hairier and more manly than the smooth twink cocks he clearly was into. I found myself comparing and deciding which I preferred too. As I was pondering this, the guys on screen came messily over each other and the girl. She looked amazing as pearly white sticky cum streaked across her sweet flat chest between rosy red nipples. God, I love cum, I caught myself thinking jealously.
At that moment Daddy let out a moan and my attention moved from the screen to the man right next me. His cock, bouncing in his fist visibly throbbed. I swallowed and licked my lips. A thousand thoughts running through my mind. All of them nasty and taboo. Just as I was about to succumb to temptation, as I began to slide a bit closer to dad and my hand moved seemingly on its own, he twitched and pumped and came. His creamy looking jizz splashed over himself, the laptop, desk and everywhere. It was a wonderful moment of shared intimacy.
As dad recovered from his orgasm I reassured him it was okay. In fact, it was more than okay and that I loved him very much. I did not tell him it was one of the most erotic experiences of my life and I'd nearly succumbed to the most taboo of temptations.
My own porn tastes changed that night too. I became a fan of mature thick hairy men being sucked and fucked until they came by, well it did not matter who. I would lie back in my bed, with my laptop, and watch mature men my daddy's age. I didn't mind if they played with hot girls or guys. I would flick my clit and finger my wet cunt until I came so fucking hard. I had crossed a line. There was no turning back.
The next few years saw dad and I both date and experiment. He had a series of disastrous relationships with younger men. I did the same with older men. We would both relish the sex, He'd hungrily confess his exploits in late night drunken phone calls to me. I'd hear of my dear daddy stretching his mouth round the cocks of friends, lovers and strangers. He was definitely getting more action than me. He'd describe, in graphic detail, being topped by tall muscled Adonis types with hard meaty dicks who would use him like a slut or tell me almost sweet romantic stories of cute boy-next-door-types cumming in his mouth enjoying a daddy kink of their own.
