==================================================================== Author: Entropico Title: [ENT] Dad's Love Is Not A Molestation Summary: A story about dad-son bond and sexual relation (Mb, inc) Keywords: Mb, inc ==================================================================== Entropico's Eroticos (c) 2015 ==================================================================== DISCLAIMER: This text contains sexually explicit material and could be offensive. If you dont wish to read this type of literature, or youre under age: --------------> PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! <-------------------- The story is written for fun. No human/animals were used or abused. The author DO NOT support or condone any described actions. Non-consensual sex, harming and abuse of children is evil and wrong while writing and reading is harmless (and protected by Free Speech). 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I guess it must have been at my very early age. I could be four years old or even younger. I can recall him opening the door to my room and peeking inside as if checking if I was sleeping. Then, from time to time, he would go in and delicately sneak in my bed. In the beginning it was rather innocent with no sexual aspect. My father was not a suberbly handsome man. Quite the opposite, he was average. Not too muscular, and not too fat. Not too tall, but not short. But for me he was always the Best Dad in the World. He was just 21 when he met and married my mother and I was born next year. So when I was 4, he was 25, full of this male glory and power. My father came from rather rich family and even though my mother was a simple nurse, I always got nice clothes and toys. My childhood was happy. However, my mother was maybe too focused on her work and she was often off to work. At least that was an official version. Some years later it shown that she also had a secret lover, but it is not important here. Lets me just say, that my bond with my mother was rather thin. On the other hand, my dad was always with me. He was very close to me, and I was a real center of his universe. When my father visited me at nights, I was always happy. I felt comfortable and safe. He would lay with me, hugging me in his strong daddy's arms. I can remember those events clearly, his warmth and musky smell, when his bare chest touched my skin. Sometimes he would kiss my neck, touching it gently with his lips. He did not do it if I was awake, so I always pretend to be asleep. Those kisses always gave me some strange thrill, though I could not name it. Sometimes he not only hugged me but placed his hand on my thigh, lightly pulling me to himself. This always made my heart beating hard, even though I did not know the reason. The funny thing was, that every time he did it, I could feel his warm breath on my neck. Those times it used to became hard and deep, like my father was trying to relax after some hardcore jogging. He usually came to my sleeping room, when my mother was absent. She was a nurse and she often took night shifts. I loved those nights and if my dad did not come i was terribly disappointed. Sometimes my dad drunk alcohol in the evening. I dont want to say he had a problem. Usually he sipped a glass of wine or two-three shots of vodka. Or a glass of whisky. During those nights his visits were more often and I could smell his breath, full of strange aroma. It was unusual for me but not unpleasant. I thought it was the smell of an adult man. I must have been around five years old, when my father's visits became more frequent, to my great joy. During one stay, when my father was clearly a little drunk, he hugged me even more than usually, this time gently pressing my bottom against his loins. I have felt a hot, large shape taking place in the celvage of my buttocks. I froze, as I did not understand what it was. Then I felt dad's hand grasping my thigh with some unusual strength. His wet lips touched my neck. His breath was hot, heavy and deep. I knew something special was in the air. I did not dare to break it, so I tried to pretend I am in deep sleep. The grip of my dad's hand loosened, but it did not rest on my leg. I felt the fingers moving and caressing me in slow, circling moves. I tried to remain silent, fearing to stop that magical moment. My father's hand was warm and nice. I felt some strange feeling forming in me. It was hot and enjoyable. Then, dad's moved his arm and slowly put his hands from my thigh to my front. This move was very slow but I loved every second of it. Slowly, he inspected my body through the slim material of my pyjama. Finally, his fingers touched my little weenie. Something similar to the electric shock rushed through me. I have experienced the biggest pleasure in my life. The feeling was emanating from my penis, but it flowed all my body. I must have gasped. If my dad was not drunk, he would probably have stopped. But he did not. I felt his fingers grabbing my weenie through the pants. The pleasure became even more intense. Then, Dad started to rub me with steady and slowly rythm. That feeling which was present in every cell of my body almost forced me to moan. This was incredible, even though I did not know what is happening to me. Something very strange also happened to my penis. It stiffened but gave me fantastic amount of sensations. I felt my dad kissing my neck and I did bite my lips trying not to move. My dads hand was continuing to rub my penis sending wave after wave of ultimate pleasure to my spine. I have grasped the sheets with my hands. My flesh and my mind were on fire. My body instinctively reacted to dad's moves and I bucked my hips back, pressing them on this hot shape between my buttocks. My dad was breathing heavily in my ear and I do remember every second of this night till today. But suddenly, his moves stopped. He quickly jumped from my bed, leaving me panting and sweating. I felt empty and abandoned. Like the Santa Claus would not come. What was my dad doing? Why he left me? I had to see. I tried to pretend I was sleeping and rolled on the bed to look at dad. He stood over me, his boxers moved down. In his hand, he holded his weenie. Well, it was not a weenie. It was penis. An enormous penis. In my eyes, it was gigantic! I have never seen such a monstrous organ. Dad's eyes were closed and he was moving his hand back and forth on his tool. The head of his magnificent penis was hiding in the skin and jumping from it. My dad's eyes were closed, but his mouth not. He was breathing heavily while his moves raised in tempo. Finally, he thrusted forward one last time. His penis rushed forward and my dad moaned deeply. I knew something good happened because my fathers face shown absolute delight and hapiness. Something squirted from my dads rod and landed on my bed. I closed my eyes as my instinct told me to do so. My dad bent over my bed and tried to calm down. After some time, he kissed me again, this time in forehead. I sensed a new aroma in the air. It was strange, manly and intoxicating. I knew it came from the wet drops from my dad's hand. "If you'd only know, how much I love you, my boy", dad whispered and left the room. As soon as the door closed, I darted to seek my dad's strange nectar. I found two big spots on the sheet. I took the slimy wetness on my finger for closer inspection. It was hot, and smelly. It was rather dark in my sleeping room, so I could not see what it is. All I knew it was not piss, even though it came from the penis. Maybe it was because dad's weenie was different? It was huge! I put this strange slime on my fingers to my nose. The smell was strong, but nice. Like a wet grass in the fields, but also different. Then, I did what every kid would do. I cautiously tested it with my toungue. The taste was salty and I loved it, as all salty food. I did not hesitate and I slurped it all from my fingers. Then I thought about my own weenie. Could i produce the same thing? Could I do the same my father was doing? Or maybe I needed this strange fluid to start it? Like a magical elixir? Well, I know that was a silly thought, but please note I was 5 years old. Anyway, I gathered the rest of my dad's nectar from the sheet and carefully smeared it onto skin of my penis. With each touch of my fingers, my penis reacted. The slimy wetness on my skin gave me some strange delight. All my flesh burned as if I was set on fire. But my body instinctively knew what to do. I grasped my tiny penis in my hand and mimicked the moves my dad made on me. For the very first time in my life I experienced the pleasure of masturbation. My dad's slimy sperm on my weenie only amplified the bliss. And then, it happened. It fall on my like a thunder. All my body tensed and then a wave of unbeliveable, unforgettable pleasure run through me. That was my first orgasm in my life. I still remember it, as if it happened today. I have brought it on me, just moments after my father came on me and my bed. Some of you would say, my dad molested me. But it is not true. He gave me the most unforgettable proof of love, the one that could be only passed from father to son. * * * Night visits from my dad continued, but for almost a month he did not cum in my presence. I wanted it badly, as I noticed that my penis could not make this yummy liquid. In my childish thoughts I assumed that spurting it might be the sole power of my father. You know, superhero skills of a sort. On the over hand, I succumbed into masturbation. I wanked four or five times a day, on a regular basis. Firstly, I did not fantasize at all during jerking. It was just enough to rub myself. I have also learned, that if I would jerk just a moment after an orgasm, I could reach even deeper sensations. Then I noticed, that my orgasms are deeper when I was thinking about dad. I did not know why, bust the idea of my dad hugging me from behind and his magnificent penis resting on my bare buttocks gave me the best excitements. Then I thought about dad spilling his secret nectar on me. I could sometimes come even without touching myself! The next step in my relationship came just before my sixth birthday. As usually, my mother was at work. Dad came to my room in the night and I was pretending to be asleep. He stood for a while, motionless. I thought that he was listening to me, so I tried to breathe regularly. Then, after a moment, I felt my quilt was raised. Dad slipped inside, laying next to me. I felt gooseflesh prickling my skin in anticipation. In the beginning Dad's hand as usual rested on my thigh. Then, he moved it, tracing my outlines and going to my front. I was so excited, that my penis was hard as a wooden stick. And then, dad touched it. His fingers froze. I've heard his little gasp of surprise. Then, I almost fainted in terror, as I understood, that I cannot pretend I was sleeping. He must have realised I am awake! What my dad would do? Will he stop? Will he get up? Or maybe he would be mad at me. I waited for some seconds, but I tought it lasted for hours. But then, my dad begun to move his hands. He gently outlined the tent my penis made in my pyjamas. He played with it, touching me with sensual gestures. I moaned a little, unable to resist. The daring palm of may father did not stop. I felt his fingers going up, to the top of my pyjamas and then they started to move under the material. Oh, how I admired the soft, warm touch of his fingers on my bare skin. My dad reached deeper and soon, he touched my penis. Skin to skin. The feeling of his adult hand on my tiny penis was the best what I have felt in my life. His touch was experienced, sensual and magical. Even now I have gooseflesh when I recall this moment. He was an adult male and I was a six year boy, ready to be initiated into the world of sex. And he was the very best teacher that could help me. He was my father. My loving, caring dad. He took my penis in his fingers and massaged it. With every move, a flood of ecstasy pierced my mind, body and soul. Then, my father delicately teased my little balls. He cupped them in his large hand. He touched the very magical spot between my scrotum and my rosebud. Then he continued to caress my penis. His experienced fingers played with my tiny foreskin and his warm hand embraced by stick. I was in pure heaven. I could not pretend I was sleeping any longer. I was panting loudly and humping my father's hand. He must have felt my urge. His moves raised the tempo and in a moment I orgasmed in his loving hand. A loud groan escaped my mouth. But my father was not became mad at me. Instead, he took me in his strong arms and hugged. I was merely catching my breath. "Dad... dad... I felt...", I tried to explain. "Shh, my love. I know what you want to say. Just go to sleep now. And I have to go to my room", he whispered. "No, dad, please... stay with me", I begged grabbing his arm. "Son, I really need to go. I must take care of myself", he smiled. "Do it dad. Do it here. I want to see it. Dont go", I asked. For a moment, he hesitated. I knew he was sure he must go. It must have been hard to him. He was my father. He was mindful and responsible man. And he just masturbated his six year old son. But he also wanted to do it with me. Finally, he sighed. "I should not do this...", he murmured, but he looked at me with eyes glowing with love and heat. Then, he made the decision. He removed his pants with one, quick move. His penis, fat as a wooden stake sprung high. For the very first time in my life, I saw a naked adult male so close to me. My eyes opened wide when I noticed my father's penis. It pulsed with manly power. The room was dark, but I saw every little vein on the enourmous shaft. The purple head glistened with slimy wetness. "Can I... can I touch it, dad", I whispered, totally in awe. He did not respond. Instead, he took my hand and placed it on this beautiful piece of meat. It was hot. And alive. It almost burned my fingers. My dad's penis was so big, I could not embrace it with my hand. I started to rub by hands, just like my father did it to me. Dad moaned deeply. My heart was beating like mad rabbit's. I was giving pleasure to this man. To my beloved father. I took his large balls in my little palm. They were heavy and big. Another groan left dad's lips. "Do it, son. Do your dad... Milk me...", he whispered. I did not understand what he meant, but I knew what gave the ultimate pleasure to me. I started to pump vigorously. Up and down... up and down... In a moment, my dad's body tensed and he groaned loudly. An impressive white fountain erupted from his pulsing rod. One, two, three jets. Some wet my hand, some landed on the sheets. Dad was trying to catch the breath. "Dad, are you ok?", I asked, seriously worried. "Yes... yes son... I am ok", he murmured, "I am the happiest man on Earth" I looked at him with all my son's love. Lover's love. Dad returned my sight. And then he kissed me. For the very first time he kissed my lips. Then, he helped me to remove my pyjamas. He lay with me, skin to skin. Our naked bodies exchanged our heat. Wet, slimy spots glued us. "I love you, son" "I love you dad", I answered. I curled in his protective, strong arms. My dad kissed me once more and then, he covered us with our quilt. Father and son, both bonded by emotion and incestous love fell to sleep. That was our first night spent together. * * * This was our first night. In the morning, my dad introduced me to even more exciting pleasures. I woke up with some wonderful feeling. Something was happening to my penis. Something even better that what happened earlier. All my weenie was engulfed in some hot, wet cave. And it moved up and down, sending pulses of unbeliveable sensations to all my body. I opened my eyes and looked down. My dad's head was bobbing on my little penis! He caressed it with his mouth! When he saw that I am not sleeping, playful sparks filled his eyes. He took my boyish buttocks in his manly hands and squized them. Then, his moves raised in tempo. It a moment, I have experienced the very best orgasm ever, with my penis still in his lips. That was un-be-li-ve-able! We ate a fantastic breakfast, still naked and in bed. But then dad had a serious talk with me. A very serious talk. He told me that what we have done is claimed to be wrong by some very stupid people. He told me, that if anyone would learn about it, we would be parted. He would go to jail and would never see me again. I was shocked and afraid. I swore I would never tell anyone. Even my mom. Dad hugged me with all his strength and said he loved me. I was his precious boy, his treasure. I cried at the thought someone would be able to take my dad from me. But he promised me to protect us. An our little secret. And then we again kissed and started to making love. * * * Dad told me everything about sex. He shown me how to please a man and how to be pleased. I learned about sperm and about all adult pleasuries. He shown me photos and movies about making sex. I was excited. Well, woudnt you be, if your dad would show you hardcore porn when you was 6 year old. And I must say I more than loved to see those movies while my dad was caressing me or giving me a 'blowjob'. In some movies, I saw men having 'anal sex'. At first I felt uneasy, but my dad told me that it is very nice and exciting. For both participants. I wanted to try it, but dad told me I am too young and too tight down there. But he started to lube me and put his finger in my ass, or a 'boi cunt' as he called it. This was really good. He even kissed me there! I was 7 y.o. when dad bough me a vibrator. It was slim and fit in my hole perfectly. My dad used to masturbate me with this magic wand sticking in my rosebud. It was a total bliss. I was 8 years old when dad decided we coud try full intercourse. The first entry was painful, but dad did everything to make it easier. So I lost my cherry to my dad. Since then, every next try was better. And I loved it. I cant really count, how many times I went to school with my ass full of daddy's hot, thick sperm! We even dared to make love when mom was at home. She was once in the kitchen, making a dinner, when I started to making my dad good in the living room. He tried to remain quiet, but has real problems with that, when his nine year old son was making a perfect blow job to him. * * * Years have passed. I have continued my regular sexual relationship with dad until I went to the university. I tried to visit home at least once a month and we fucked like rabbits, but each semester I had to concentrate on student's activities more and more. One day Dad asked me to look for my future, both professional and emotional. That was a real tough talk. Finally, we agreed that I was allowed to have sex with other men, even though we both knew that we are destined to ourselves, our incestous love. But it was a fair deal. When I reached 22 (my dad was 44) I received absolutely fantastic business proposal from a foreign company. After a long hesitation, I agreed and set off towards new future. My bond with Dad loosened. I secretly missed him very much. I tried some lovers (I have strong preference to older guys), but it was not the same. Dad was always my first and true Love. And none of my new lovers was my real father. The one that gave life to me and show me the secrets of sex. I was 25, I understood that my life is empty and futile, even my paycheck was sky-high. My calls to dad were rare and I could not talk with him freely and openly. I missed him, and he was only a fleshless voice. Without touch, without taste, without his musky aroma. I realised, that I havent seen him for two long years. Just before my 25th birthday mam mother called. She explained that she have decided to get a divorce with my father. She told me that they lost their connection many years ago and now they wanted to make it formal. Frankly, I was not suprised. My mother was almost inexistent in my life. And the life of my dad. I told her I did not care and hung up the call. Then I sat in my luxure room, alone and sad. I got a great job, nice friends, fat bank account, but I have lost my Love. I recalled the day when I was six year old boy, curled in my dad's arms after our first intercourse. And I cried, because I knew it wouldnt happen again. My father was middle-aged man, still sexy as a Greek God and horny as a goat, but I was no kid. And I knew that my boyish innocence was one of the factors that lead him to my bed. This night I long cried in the empty room, until I understood where my future was. I decided to quit this stupid job and follow my REAL dreams. I resigned, went to countryside, and met a poor girl from the poor family. I talked to her and we have made a deal. I bought her full services for one year. A year of life, you could say, paid lavishly. For exclusive usage including sex, even though I rarely benefited from that, as I was gay. For official reasons, we even got married. After ten months she gave birth to our son, Ryan. Then, according to the deal we made, she resigned all parental rights and we divorced. I guess she was happy, as she finally could afford some comfort in life. We have never met again. I only have heard that she was remarried. I took Ryan to another part of the country and raised him as a sole father. However, I have never done anything sexual to him. Well, apart from masturbating myself looking at his body while he was sleeping... Finally, I told him that we are moving and that we would reconnect with his grandfather. He was overflown with joy and excitement. He knew his grandpa from my stories and photographs, though I have not told him much. I hoped he would experience it all by himself. I called my father and we have a good, long talk. I let him know, that I would visit him. He greeted that with delight, as we had almost no contact recently. He still thought I am working for the company. In the end of the talk, I have also announced that I would have a surprise for him. He just replied that my visit would be the best surprise. The journey took me and my son almost the whole day. Ryan could not stop asking me about his grandpa. I was happy about his enthusiasm, but I hoped he would be even more delighted after the meeting. Finally, we have arrived. I knocked at the door and waited with my heart beating like a hammer. Eventually, the door opened. I saw him. My father and my lover. He was now almost 50. His hair become a little salt and pepper, but he was still handsome as a hell. My first desire was to go in, kiss him and present him my obedient boy hole, to bu fucked as hard as I should be. But I needed to restrain myself. Seeing me, my dad made a move like he would like to kiss me, but he froze, as he spotted Ryan. And Ryan was an exact copy of me during his age. It was rather clear, who can he be. "Dad, this is my birthday surprise for you", I said softly, "This is Ryan. My son. Your grandson. He is almost four years old now. And he is... my present for you. For your birthday." My father was speechless, but Ryan darted forward and hugged him. "How it is possible...", he whispered. "Its a long story, dad", I smiled, "And I hope we will have a much time to discuss it. All I want to say now is: I am back. I am back to live here. With you and with Ryan. Yesterday was the very last day of us being apart." "Grandpa, will you show me your magick of the night. The same you once shown to dad?", Ryan asked my dad, "My dad told me that you will offer me something I wont forget for the rest of my life" "Do you mean... do you...", my dad tried to ask. "Yes, dad. That is what I want", I replied him, looking directly in his eyes. * * * That day we talked long in the night. Ryan has been running around, learning the house, but I saw the lusty sparkles in my dad's eyes when he was looking at him. I almost could feel the dense erotic atmosphere between us. I wanted to go on my knees, open dad's zip and take his magnificent prick in my caring mouth. I would blow him right there, just in front of my son. I would like to have father's hands in my hair, pulling me, while his rod would be impaling me. I would like to teach my son how to please my dad. All evening I fought with myself, trying not to drag my father to bed offering my welcoming ass. But we would have many nights in the future. This very night was not for me. It was for him and his grandson. Finally we finished to talk and I lead Ryan to sleep. I put him in the same room, my dad took my cherry. Then I kiss Ryan's head and went back to the living room. I smiled when my dad saw through the open door, that Ryan is going to sleep nude. I saw the pure lust in his eyes. The lust I have remembered so well. I could bet that dad's magnificent penis was growing in his pants. How much I wanted to set it free and kiss its slimy, purple head. But I had other plans. "Dad, I am becoming tired. I'm going upstairs to have a rest. But you should now go to Ryan. Have fun, you two. And please teach him all you taught me. And happy birthday to you." He stood up and approached me. "Are you sure, son? Are you sure I should sleep with Ryan?" I looked into his eyes. Their glowed with lust. Just like mine. "I am, dad. You will be the best techer for him. For us. So dont wait any second more. Go to him. See you both, tomorrow morning." I could not resist placing my hand on the tent on his trousers. I shivered when I touched this hard, hot dick. My father was hung like a horse. "Go now, dad. I feel, you cant wait any longer." He smiled and kissed me deeply. "My son, this is the very best gift I ever got for birthday". "Its not just for birthday, dad. Its for the rest of your life", I said seriously, looking at him going to the sleeping room, where his grandson slept. My father came in the sleeping room. He turned to me and smiled. I smiled, too. Then, he slowly unzipped his pants. The last sound I have heard this day was my dad's trousers falling to the floor. Then, my dad closed the door leaving me alone. * * * Since that day we all lived together. Three generations of open-minded, free men. We shared the same world of sexual desires. My dad, my son and I have been fucking in all configurations. So many times we rested on the bed, panting, hugging and sharing our post-orgasmic bliss. The bedclothes were wet from our fluids and air was filled with the manly scent of sperm. Right now, I have only one secret dream. The one that Ryan one day will have his own son. And he would offer him to me. =============================================================== #1 Dear reader, if you've enjoyed the story, please LET ME KNOW. #2 I always look for readers' suggestions. 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