I have to say, the support you guys show is amazing. I was a bit nervous about how this would be received and really appreciate that I finally have an outlet.

So, I sucked my dad's cock for the first time on a Friday night in January. And the second. And the third.

The rest of the weekend it was like it hadn't happened. We just went about our normal routine. Dad went to the bar to bitch about the Badgers’ season being over, I went onto Grindr the second I woke up trying to find dick.

We didn't mention Friday at all.

I found a couple dudes and hooked up with one who was just desperate to suck cock. The entire time he was on me I was thinking about sucking Dad. Took me way less time to get off.

Sunday night we were in the kitchen watching old roller derby videos and eating pizza when I decided to bring it up. “Hey Dad, about Friday night. Do you…” I trailed off.

“Yeah, Friday night? Do I what?” He glanced my way, “Do I want you to suck my cock again? Yeah. I do. Not right now, but later if you feel like it.”

It was just so relaxed. Like talking about working on his motorcycle or mowing the grass. “Do you think it's…kinda…weird?” I asked.

He smiled and shrugged, “Yeah, probably. If you don't want to, you don't have to, but I enjoyed it.”

My hands came up, “No! I…really enjoyed it…but it's kind of…”

His hand went over to my wrist across the breakfast bar, “Bud, I learned a while back not to worry about what other fuckers think. Most of them are straight up dogshit anyway.”

“There's some shit you just don't do. You don't fuck children, or animals. You don't hurt anyone who doesn't want to be hurt. You go only as far as you're ever willing to go and you don't give over to pressure.” He squeezed my arm, like giving me support.

“I have no problem being sexual with you, bud. If you want to explore, hell, let's do it. I'm kinda bored with the…well, let's just say the other ‘outlets’ I enjoy.” He laughed.

I didn't know what to think.

We cleaned up dinner and I started to walk towards my room when he said, “I'm going up to take a shower. Come on in with me.”

The second the water started I was on my knees in front of him. The bathroom was bright, so I could see everything I couldn't Friday. The red and blue tracking below his skin. The gnarled squiggling veins as they swelled. His naturally light hair barely present.

His head though. Fat and wide, I'd only ever seen guys with almost perfect symmetry, you know? Dad was kinda taller top to bottom on the left side, and it went back a hair further along his shaft on the same side.

Dad's a pretty pasty guy, and his dick is no exception. The light color allows you to see his blood vessels and such. It also lets you appreciate the difference between the white of his shaft and the pink of his head.

He started to look anxious, so I took it in hand and began licking around him. The sweat of the day, a couple dribbles of piss that didn't make it away from his underwear, the natural tastes.

My tongue discovered the slightly loose ridge of skin where the lower shaft met his circumcision scar, and I flicked it a bit.

Below, his huge sack dangled as far as any I'd ever seen. Like his cock, huge veins rippled through the wrinkled skin close to his body and smoothed out over the large balls inside. They moved subtly with his breathing, heartbeat, naturally reacting.

My mouth went there too.

He just let me go, looking down towards me and smiling. I wasn't sure if it was a horny smile or an appreciative smile or even a ‘proud of my son’ smile…since it reminded me a lot of the last one.

Finally I pulled him into my mouth and, this time, used my hands along with my mouth. One sat on his rock solid upper thigh, the other was at his shaft between my mouth and his base.

As I worked I noticed that he kept sort of twitching. I pulled back and asked about it, if he was ok. “I like fucking, bud. I don't like to be taken care of.” He sighed, “I want to fuck your face, I don't want to get blown.”

I pulled my hand off his thigh and told him he could go ahead. He started slow, and let me keep my hand there on his base as a bumper. His hands went down to my shoulders and he started a move that went towards me and up.

The best way to keep myself was slightly angled downward, so he could bend his knees, thrust up, pull out straight and start over. His powerful legs worked him into and out of my lips almost professionally.

My tongue was everywhere I could get it, finally setting on a course of staying below and licking on his inward stroke, followed by alternating to the left and right as he pulled away.

“That's what I'm talking about, boy. We'll get you sucking dick professionally pretty soon.” He kept a slow, even pace. It was only ever punctuated by a bit of advice or a tasty dollop of precum.

It was almost like he'd coughed when his pace changed hard, “Yeah kid, yeah. I'm gonna pop here in a second. You gonna be ready?”

I made a ‘mm hmm' sound around his shaft. “That's good. Remember, swallow it all. Commit.” His voice was sort of quivering.

“Ok. Here. Take it. Swallow it all, bud.” He had started oozing that same wonderful cum about the word ‘swallow’. As instructed, I happily rolled it on my tongue before gulping it down.

After a moment of his legs shuddering and hands gripping my shoulders, he pulled away out of my mouth. “Whew! You're definitely getting there, bud.” He started soaping himself off, “that's what…three times?”

“Four.” I answered. I stood and desperately didn't touch my dick, fearing I'd explode from just the minor tap.

“Huh” he said and started showering.

During the time it took the water heater to run cold, I sucked him another two times. He'd cum everything in his body on the first one, so I spent the other two just imagining the goo in my mouth as his prick twitched.

As I got out of the cold shower and dried off, I looked at him and asked, “Have you thought about…I mean, you like fucking, right? Have you thought about maybe…fucking me?”

He just made a thoughtful sound and pulled up his sweats.