The Best Present Dad Can Give

I woke up with a nice, big yawn. I looked over and saw my dad sound asleep. I couldn't keep the smile off my face. All we did yesterday for his fortieth birthday was do lots of fucking. I was really starting to enjoy my life.

I looked at the clock on his nightstand. It was ten o'clock in the morning. I was meeting Rachel, my girlfriend of four years, at noon for lunch. Guess I had to get up.

I got off the bed, feeling sore in all the right places. My asshole and throat in particular. They really took a beating last night.

I didn't bother getting dressed. Wouldn't make sense to get dressed if you are just going across the hall to take a shower, now would it?

I took a twenty minute hot shower. It felt good to have the hot water take away all the aches and pains.

I got out of the shower and dried off. I wrapped the towel around my waist and went to my bedroom to get dressed. I looked at the mirror and saw the hickey my father gave me yesterday morning. I wasn't sure how I was going to hide that from Rachel.

As I was deciding whether to hide the hickey or explain why I had it, the phone rang. Guess that decision had to wait. I looked at the caller ID. Speak of the devil, it was Rachel.

"Hi Rachel," I said, not able to keep the warmth out of my voice. I really did love her. I was planning on proposing to her after graduation. I wanted a long engagement though, like three years, just to make sure we get settled into college and had a perfect wedding. She deserves the best.

"Hi Nick."

"What's up? Do you need more time to get ready?"

"No. I have to talk to you about something."

"Okay."

"I don't know how to say this."

"Just go ahead and say it. You can tell me anything."

"I'm breaking up with you."

"What?"

"Look, Nick. You are a very nice guy and all, but I don't feel like you are the one, you know? With graduation coming up, I thought now would be a good time to break up."

I stared at the phone. "Can't we talk about this?"

"I wanted to tell you in person today at lunch, but I couldn't. I don't want to hurt you, Nick. It's just over." She hung up.

I stared at the phone. I don't know how long I have been staring at it. Time doesn't matter anymore. Nothing does.

"Nick?"

I slowly turned around to look at my father. He was still naked, a sight that usually makes me want to get on my knees and give him a blowjob, but it had no effect on me now. He could have been fully dressed for all I cared.

"What's wrong?"

I felt a tear slide down my face. "Rachel broke up with me."

"I'm so sorry. I guess you told her about us."

"No."

"You didn't? Why did she break up with you then?"

"She said I wasn't the one." Another tear fell down my face.

He came up to me and gave me a hug. He kissed me on the forehead. I couldn't make Rachel happy. I could make my dad happy though.

I broke the hug and got on my knees before him. I saw his cock twitch. "Nick, what are you doing?"

I stuck my tongue out and licked his engorged head. He was almost fully erect now. "What does it look like I am doing? I'm gonna make you happy."

I stuck his cockhead into my mouth. To my surprise, he pulled out. "No Nick, not now. You are grieving. Blowjobs are gonna have to wait."

"But I need to make you happy. I can make you happy." I reached out to grab his dick.

He backed up so I couldn't reach his cock. "No. I am going to get dressed so we can talk about this." He turned around and started walking to his bedroom to get dressed.

That did it. Just that small symbol of rejection broke the dam that was keeping the water from coming out of my eyes. Tears rapidly started pouring and I let a scream that didn't seem quite human.

My dad turned around and watched me fall the rest of the way to the floor. I was bawling, and I just couldn't stop. Tears were pouring out of my eyes and soaking up the carpet I was laying on.

My dad rushed up to me and picked me up from the floor and held me against his hard, furry chest. His hairy chest became wet with my tears.

"Why is everyone rejecting me?" I asked him. "Did I do something wrong? Am I a horrible person? What's wrong with me? Am I wrong?"

"No, honey, nothing's wrong with you. You didn't do anything wrong. Everything's gonna be okay. You are fine."

"No, something's wrong with me. There has to be something wrong with me. Am I ugly or stupid? Do I have BO? Am I evil? Am I stuck up or uptight? What's wrong with me? I'm so sorry!"

"You aren't any of those things, Nick. Don't apologize. You have nothing to apologize for."

"But I do. Why is she leaving me then? I loved her. I even wanted to marry her. I'm wrong! Please tell me there's something wrong with me. Tell me that I'm a horrible person. Please don't forgive me, I don't deserve it! Please tell me I'm wrong!" I couldn't stop crying. I know I wasn't making much sense, but I couldn't think rationally.

I felt water dropping onto my head and if I were outside I would have thought it was starting to rain. But we were indoors. I realized my dad was crying with me. It was probably killing him to see me in this much pain. I almost never cried. He cared so much about me and it destroyed him to see me fall apart like this. I was loved, and it soothed the pain just knowing someone cared about me that much.

I sighed after a moment. "I love you, Dad."

"I love you too, Nick. More than anything in the world."

We held each other for a few more minutes. I looked at the clock. It was one o'clock. I stepped out of his embrace, feeling embarrassed about my breakdown. I walked to the bathroom without a word to clean up.

When I got back, my dad was just where I left him. Now that I was comforted, I felt my groin stir at the nude sight of him.

"I decided to not go on that business trip this afternoon. I am staying here with you."

I shook my head. "No dad, you are going. I'll be fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'll call Trey and hang out with him when you leave." Trey was my best friend. We are really close and have been best friends since we were three.

"Okay, but call me if you need me to come back."

"When do you leave then?"

"Four."

I walked up to him. "Can we make love before you go?" I began kissing his neck.

"Yeah, I'm going to be gone until Friday morning." Today was Sunday. I thought about making him stay home for me just so I don't have to go that long without sex but figured that would be selfish.

I grabbed him by the hand and walked him to his room. When he got on his bed, I stripped all my clothes off as quickly as I could. He saw my boner and smiled.

"Dad, I want to be in control this time," I said, my voice quiet. I was naturally a submissive partner and he was naturally a dominant one, so I had to make sure he was fine with switching the roles this time.

He grinned. "Fine by me. Have your way with me."

His comment put a big grin on my face. I crawled my way over to him and put my groin by his face. "Suck my cock."

He obliged, grabbing a hold of my phallus and sticking the head of it into his mouth. He began sliding his mouth up and down my shaft. The feel of his wet, hot mouth on my shaft was incredible. Watching my cock slide into his mouth and coming back out added to my pleasure. I looked at him to see if he was enjoying it too, or if he was doing it just to give me pleasure, and saw that he seemed to enjoy it as much as me. Knowing that he liked sucking my cock put a familiar tingle that jolted through my body. I pulled out so I wouldn't come in his mouth.

To my delight, he looked disappointed. "I could have swallowed. You didn't need to pull out."

I shook my head. "That's not the place I want to deposit my seed today. It's going in your ass."

"Please use lube if you plan on fucking me." He looked a little worried. My father is as inexperienced with guys as I was. I am the only guy he has ever done anything sexual with.

I nodded. "I will be careful." I could understand his anxiety. It was yesterday morning with him when I first had a cock up my ass.

I went to his nightstand and returned to him with a bottle of lube in my head. "Would you freak out if I talked dirty to you when I'm fucking you?"

"No. That might actually be kind of hot."

I applied some lube to my finger and began rubbing it on his asshole. Once I was satisfied, I stuck a finger into him. I could have told you he has never been fucked if he hadn't told me because that was how tight he was. I shoved another finger into him and he made a small sound.

"Are you ready, Dad?"

He nodded. "Apply some lube to your cock and enter me slowly."

I put lube on like he asked and I put my dick against his virgin entrance. Then I slowly pushed my cock into his asshole until the head was engulfed completely into his ass, which caused him to make a small noise.

After a moment, I began sliding my way into his ass very slowly. I watched my shaft slowly disappear until my cock was balls deep into his ass. The feel of his tight ass squeezing my dick was incredible.

"Does it hurt?"

He nodded. "But that's okay because it feels good too."

I remembered that he gave me permission to speak dirty. "So you like having your son's cock in you."

"Oh yes."

"Then I am gonna fuck you, Daddy." I started thrusting my cock in and out of his ass. The speed and force began increasing with each thrust.

I came inside him and it felt incredible. I pulled out and my father turned to lie on his back and he began stroking his cock furiously. Before I could offer to lend a helping hand or mouth, his cock erupted, spewing his seed all over his hand and stomach.

Hating the thought of his sperm going to waste, I grabbed his hand and began licking all of his cum off it. When I finished with his hand, I lowered my head to his stomach and slurped up every last drop of his seed.

Satisfied, I moved up his body and kissed him. He kissed me back with just as much need. He glanced at the clock and broke the kiss. "Shit, I'm sorry but I need to get ready to go, Nick."

I scowled at him and he laughed, and then he headed to the shower.

As my dad was getting ready to leave, he kissed me goodbye and reminded me to call him if I needed anything, which I promised I would if I did need anything.

I watched my dad leave the driveway and I picked up the phone to call Trey.

"Hey Trey, can I come over?"

"Sure. It seems like we haven't hung out in ages." I felt guilty, because that was my fault. Other than in school, I haven't hung out with him since before my eighteenth birthday, and that was over a month ago. Trey and I used to hang out just about every other day.

"Yeah, sorry. There is something I need to tell you when I come over."

"The anticipation is killing me. I'll see you in a few." He hung up. God forbid he throw in a goodbye or something. That was Trey alright.

I grabbed my keys and headed out the door, afraid that I will burst into tears again when I tell Trey my bad news.

To be continued...