Dad’s Arsehole

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So here’s how it started…

When I turned eighteen my dad took me down to the pub with his mates, bit of a rite of passage. It was great fun but I got hammered pretty quickly. Once I got too wobbly the old man and some of the boys got a slab from the bottle-o and we stumbled back to our place.

Mum was away for the weekend so the party carried on into the night. I spewed, passed out, woke up, kept drinking, but Dad and his mates were unstoppable. Eventually it wound down to four of us having cans of bourbon and coke in the hot tub. We all needed a refill so Dad hopped out. Mick said something I couldn’t hear over the jets, but Dad laughed and looked back at us, then dropped his shorts and mooned us. We all laughed, then he pulled his cheeks apart, showing off a tight pink pucker.

I instantly got a stiffy. Nobody could tell under the water and the jets, but I knew and I was mortified. This was my own dad, I wasn’t supposed to be getting hard from that! I was quiet for a while and eventually the boner died down. I tried not to worry about it, I was getting hard for everything at that time anyway, chalk it up to just another horny teenage moment.

Dad came back with the drinks and we all kept on knocking ’em back. Eventually it was time for another round.

“Your turn, Todd.” said Dad, crushing his empty can of Woodstock.

I hopped out and started to make my way over to the fridge when Billy said something I couldn’t hear. I turned around and tried to get him to repeat it but they bursa otele gelen escort were all laughing at me. I shrugged and was about to go get the drinks when I got struck by an idea…

I turned away from the lads, dropped my sopping wet shorts, and bent over, giving the guys a full moon. I could hear the laughter. I reached back and spread the cheeks too, to give them a full view of my date. I heard Billy whoop and Dad and Mick laugh. Satisfied I had done the right thing, I got the drinks and the session kept on for a few more hours ’til the boys stumbled off home and me and dad went to bed.

The next day I was, not surprisingly, hungover. I wanted to stay in bed but eventually hunger drove me out. I threw on some shorts and went to the kitchen, had some coffee and started frying up bacon and eggs. Dad soon stumbled in wearing his footy shorts and a singlet, looking pretty rough. I served him up the food, he looked like he needed it more than me.

“Oh you’re a good man, thanks Todd.” he said to me as he woofed down brekky.

“Gotta take care of the elderly.” I joked as I topped up my coffee.

“Haha careful, you’re not too old for a smack on the bum. And I know you don’t mind getting your arse out.” he chuckled.

I laughed, although my heart was pounding. Clearly that moment had stuck in Dad’s mind. I decided to test the waters.

“What, like this?” I asked and, quick as a flash, I bent over, dropped the dacks and put bursa eve gelen eskort my pink dot on display again. This time I was squeezing and relaxing the ring a bit too.

“Ugh, come on Todd, not at breakfast mate!” he said, although looking through my legs I could see he was staring at my back passage pretty intently.

I pulled my shorts up, making sure they hung in a way that hid my hard-on, before I turned around again.

“What, you don’t want a pink donut?” I laughed.

“Maybe after the bacon.” he winked at me and we both laughed.

I wrote the whole thing off as male bonding and resigned myself that I wasn’t gonna see Dad’s sphincter again anytime soon. My appetite had faded a bit so I just kept drinking coffee and we chatted about plans for the day, the night before, random bullshit. Eventually Dad finished his food and looked up at me.

“You’re not eating Toddy?” he asked.

“Nah I’m hanging out for a donut.” I joked, hoping I wasn’t getting weird bringing it up again.

“I got one I prepared earlier.” he said, standing up and putting his dishes in the sink.

“Oh yeah?” I asked, trying hard not to tent my shorts.

“Yep.” said Dad and, quick as a flash, got completely naked and hopped up on the bench. For a bloke pushing fifty he was in really good shape. The old man got on all fours and arched his bum out towards me.

“Donut is served.” he laughed, looking over his shoulder at me.

“Jesus, bayan escort bursa Dad.” I whispered, staring transfixed at his hole.

“Still hungry?” he asked.

I started moving towards his backside.

“Starving.” I laughed.

We both stayed like that for a moment. Him, naked, arsehole on display, and me, behind him, leaning in close to his furry pucker. We were playing a game of gay chicken, only Dad didn’t realise I wasn’t playing. I got closer and closer, eventually sticking my tongue out, keeping eye contact with him. Eventually I got so close to his ring so I couldn’t see his face anymore.

I was less than an inch from his knot. He wasn’t moving away. In fact he’d gone silent, same as me. Ah fuck it, I thought, and gently lapped at his hole with my tongue.

Dad jumped a bit, but then didn’t scamper like I thought he would. Instead he started to push back against my face. I licked all around the outside of his ring, then flicked the centre once before driving my tongue in deep. He moaned.

I tongue-fucked him hard and he didn’t last long. I felt the big man shudder and tremble and then start to buck his hips. He grabbed the back of my head, forcing my face deep into his arse, and I felt his ring squeeze down tight, pushing my tongue out. We stayed that way for a moment before he relaxed and let go, manoeuvring himself away from my face and climbing off the bench.

Looking at the bench I saw he’d cum- hands free- shooting a few big ropes of jizz onto the countertop.

We both stood there silently looking at the cum on the bench. Dad was still naked and I had a massive hard-on.

“That, uh, was a bit gay.” Dad said eventually.

“Yep.” I said.

Then we both started laughing. We laughed our arses off until we were rolling around on the floor, tears in our eyes.

And that’s how it started…

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