Fiction All parties are consenting adults 18 years or older. Go to ***** to skip to the sexy part.

I never really wanted to be a dad, but I was a dumb 18 year old who didn’t ever wear protection. So when my girlfriend told me we had messed up and got pregnant I shouldn’t have been surprised. We talked about our options, but who were we kidding, we were 18 year olds in the south. We’d keep the baby and we’d get married.

We had Zach a little past my 19th birthday and I sure as hell didn’t know what to do. My dad was never there for me and even though I didn’t want a kid I wasn’t gonna do that to my son. So I pretended to be the best dad I could be. I got a good paying job, I showed up to all his games, and I stuck around. My wife always complained to me because she said I never spent one on one time with Zach, but I was so afraid I’d mess him up I thought it was best if I kept my distance.

As the boy grew up it was strange how similar he was to me. Tall, blonde, confident, and he even became quite the athlete. I would have preferred he play football like his old man, but he excelled in soccer instead. I guess it made sense, the biggest difference in us were our bodies. I was always a bit on the thicker side. Don’t get me wrong I went to the gym a lot so I had a beefy frame, whereas Zach was leaner, faster, more toned.

When the boy turned 18 me and his mom were delighted when he announced he got a scholarship to play soccer for Duke of all places. We took him out to his favorite restaurant to celebrate his achievements. His mom made me promise that I’d spend one on one time with him that night. She said it was the perfect chance to give him his first drink.

When we got home, his mother abruptly went to bed leaving me alone with Zach. The silence was awkward and palpable. Zach awkwardly announced, “I guess I’ll go to bed too.”

“Wait,” I said, so nervous to talk to my own boy, “would you like to try a glass of whiskey?”

I saw Zach’s face light up with a smile. That was the first time I noticed he had his mother’s rosey cheeks among his otherwise masculine facial features. I poured him a glass and we sat there in silence drinking our whiskey.

“Dad…” Zach started nervously, “Are you actually proud of me?”

I don’t know what came over me but the way he asked the question made me burst into tears. How could I have been so distant from my son for so long? I explained through my tears how much being a father terrified me. I told him I really tried my best and that yes I was very proud of him and I did love him.

Zach and I stood up simultaneously and embraced each other in a deep hug. Both of us crying. And at the end of it I kissed him on the cheek.

I don’t know what it was but that night changed our relationship forever. Drinking a glass of whiskey and openly talking became a common thing for us and I was so happy to share those times with him. Zach went off to college but he would visit home often. During each visit we would share a drink and catch up.

On one visit, when he was 20 and me 39, we were sharing our ritual and I was asking him about his life. My wife was out of town so I allowed both of us to have more to drink than I typically would. That’s probably how we got on the subject of girls and sex.

“You’re telling me you’re a soccer stud and you’re not drowning in girls?” I asked him

“Haha no not really.” He replied.

“Well be smarter than your old man and at least wear a condom so you don’t mess up and get a girl pregnant.” I said.

“Wow. Thanks Dad.” He replied as tears filled his eyes.

“Wait… Zach no, I didn’t mean…” I stammered furious with myself

“No it’s not that Dad, it’s just I don’t think you’ll have to worry about me getting a girl pregnant…” he said sheepishly looking down to his drink.

It didn’t take me long to realize Zach was coming out to me and he was terrified. And why wouldn’t he be? I’m the dad who’s only been there for him the last couple years. He has no idea how I’d react. I couldn’t mess this up.

I walked over to him and scooped him up into my arms and held him tight, “I love you and I’m proud of you.” I whispered in his ear through his tears.

We stayed like that for a long time. As I held him I noticed how strong he had become. His back was firm and so were his arms. Maybe it was the whiskey or maybe it was feeling closer to my son than I ever did but I didn’t want to let go. I rubbed his back feeling his shoulders all the way down to his lower back. I felt his hands explore my back the same way and I moved my right hand to feel his arm. My son had strong biceps. My left hand made my way down his side feeling first his hips and making my way to his firm ass. It was only then I noticed I had become hard and broke away from our hug.

“I’m sorry son, I must have got caught up in the moment. I want you to know I love you and I’ll always be here for you. Whatever you need.”

“Thanks Dad,” Zach replied “there’s no need to be sorry. Ever since the first time we had a drink together I have always enjoyed when you would hug me and kiss me on the cheek. That was my favorite hug yet.”

My son was standing in front of me, a man. A strong body, my masculine face, his mother’s rosie cheeks. And I didn’t know how to respond, but I knew in that moment I wanted to hold him again. Without any words I pulled him in tight.

This time it was his hands I noticed exploring my body. I noticed as he timidly moved his left hand from rubbing my back to rubbing my side to making its way to touch my abs and chest. I paused, pushed him slightly away and looked into his eyes. My dick was hard and my mind was racing but I knew there was no talking sense into myself now. I was about to kiss my son.

I grabbed the back of his head and drew him in close, I tilted slightly and our lips met. I felt as he fought to get his tongue past my lips and into my mouth this was all I needed as a sign that he wanted this just as much as me. I pulled him close to the couch and laid myself down and pulled him on top of me.

My son straddled me as we continued to passionately make out. He was ravenous, he unbuttoned my shirt and ripped his own off. He came back close to my ear and began to lick and nibble on it. I felt his muscular ass grind on my hard cock as he continued to kiss down my body and make his way to my nipples. I let out a soft moan and he said, “that’s right moan for me Daddy.”

I moaned again and felt the precum begin to pool in my pants. Like a mindreader he swiftly undid my belt and helped guide my pants off of me. In what seemed like one motion both of us laid there completely naked. I saw Zach’s cock and it was definitely larger than mine. Cut, 7” inches long to my 6”. For the first time in my life wanted to have a cock in my mouth and it was my son’s. But that would have to wait. I felt Zach grip my throbbing dick and guide it to his tight hole. “Wait Zach… don’t we need…” I stammered realizing I was about to fuck my son.

“Don’t worry Daddy, I know what I’m doing.” Zach said with a smug, but sexy, smile on his face. He reached into his shorts pocket, pulled out a small bottle, and began to lube up my dick. The dick that made him. And with little effort he slid his asshole on top of it and took all of me quickly.

From there, neither of us lasted long. Still straddled on top of me Zach rode my cock like a professional, better than his mom. I watched as my son’s dick bounced up and down slapping my stomach with each thrust. I couldn’t take it anymore, I grabbed my son’s hips and began thrusting with him. He began moaning with pleasure while crying out, “Daddy, yes Daddy, please fuck me.” This only drove me more crazy and I began to pump faster.

I looked my son in the eyes as he said “Dad, you’re making me cum.” And that was when I felt the first rope of cum hit my face, then another with a few drops getting in my mouth, and then a third on my chest, and a fourth on my abs.

Seeing Zach cum was what finally pushed me over the edge, “Zach I’m about to… where do you….” I struggled to get the words out.

“Inside me Dad, breed me Daddy!”

I moaned loud and shot several ropes of my own cum into my son. The same cum that made him was now shooting into him as we both moaned with pleasure.

Zach stopped bouncing, I stopped thrusting, and he laid on top of me. Laying in his own pools of cum. He kissed me again and through my heavy breathing I said, “well I’m guessing that wasn’t your first time doing that son.”

“Definitely not,” he chuckled and then licked his cum off of my face.

“I love you son,” I replied, “you don’t have to be afraid to tell me about guys you’ve been with.”

“I’d love to Dad,” he said as he rested his head down on my chest, “maybe over our next drink.”

“I can’t wait.”