Sexo en la ducha con mi padre

I saved this story a long time ago but I think the user who posted it no longer exists, I wanted to share it because it's one of my favorites. What had happened with my brother was the most yummy and strange thing that I ever imagined, surely everyone wondered where his head was for messing with his own brother? But does it really matter? There are worse things and they are less noticed and judged, but it will be a too difficult topic to debate, better I'll continue with what happened after Leo. In reality it was hard to get used to not masturbating daily with my brother, it was like discovering a new world outside the room when we got back from classes, he spent more time with his girlfriend, and well every time it made me feel less; pornography turned out to be a good ally for those moments when I needed to release myself, but after physical contact, it wasn't enough just one magazine, one movie, and a jacket before sleeping. The topic homosexual was very complicated to shout that I needed sex; it wasn't like now, now you can almost lift a rock and find it anywhere; for a long time I kept myself with my own hand, then that vague feeling returned. Suddenly my eyes focused on my father again, with the years his age had settled more, he was one of those mature men who carried arms like a mason, a wide back and American football player legs; and with his masculine behavior only managed to call me attention more. I loved seeing him walk around the house in underwear; rarely did he wear boxers, always wore trunks, and when it was weekend he would put on just the lycra shorts without anything underneath; his cock would swing and you could have a wide view of its size, oh how exciting it was to see him like that. —And Leo?—My father asked, arriving from the workshop, with his white t-shirt dirty, and his pants twice as dirty, he smelled of sweat, his aroma was very penetrating—And Dani? He gone out to play soccer with his friends — Did you give him permission? Did he do his homework? — Yeah, or I let him leave before he had to fulfill his obligations, even helped me wash the laundry. Do you want me to wash that one you're wearing? I noticed my dad was bringing something with an alcohol smell and always when he arrived like that, he would drink a few more beers than he usually had in the fridge and then he'd sit there watching TV until he fell asleep. — I'll take a shower. Do you want to order something for dinner? — No, I'll manage with what's in the refrigerator— While we were talking, he was taking off his clothes, first the shirt, then the pants, leaving only his socks and underwear on. As he took off his shirt, I noticed the perfect muscle definition that still showed even when at rest in his chest and arms, maybe his stomach had lost some definition, but hey, it didn't look bad at all, he had a lot of hair, from the belly button up to form like an enormous T with his breasts. He took off his pants with some difficulty, always getting his legs tangled at the feet, he wore size 10, was a big person, and his legs intimidated; his calves were perfect, there was also a lot of dark hair, but what I liked most was those huge balls that drew on the fabric. — Can you wash this for me? — He extended his hand; without problems, I picked up his clothes. — Do you want me to wash your underwear too?—I wasn't losing anything by trying to see a little more; after all, it wouldn't get any worse. — When I'm done bathing, I'll give them back to you; while drinking a beer; and when I'm done bathing, we'll eat together— He walked towards the laundry room, while walking, I fantasized about him. His clothes smelled of male; never failed to remind me of that occasion when I could see his erect penis; and hey, it made me remember seeing his robust image in underwear; put the clothes in the washing machine and went back so as not to miss anything. When I entered, I heard the water from the shower breaking with a ...

Floor—Do you have more clothes to wash? —Wait!—He shouted, opened the door, handed me his underwear and two beach towels from the bathroom basket—That's all. I can only get more excited, I wanted to rush in and invent something to look at him naked once again; but it wasn't prudent; so I just limited myself to smelling his underwear, placed my nose at the height of his testicles, smelled too tasty; it didn't smell dirty, it was a genital aroma, that aroma we all carry naturally; oh boy, I got an erection imagining how tasty it would have been if I had taken off his clothes. I wanted to take out my cock and spread myself over that garment, but it wasn't prudent, so I had to keep modesty, lower the hardness and return to the kitchen; when I arrived, they were with a towel held up on their belt, he was barefoot and drinking the second beer; we ate and soon the two bottles turned into several and they, he was yawning and struggling against his eyes. Oh boy, didn't waste time, every time his head fell in line with his eyes that were closing slowly, I took advantage of looking at his almost naked body, his thick ankles resting on the floor barefoot, his thighs almost open and rounded by a towel, his pubic hair to his pectorals, and his hands fallen to the sides as if he didn't have strength. As soon as I heard his snoring, my neurons gave me a shock all over my body, my nerves got sharp experiencing a sense of curiosity and desire to take everything off; I was between a rock and a hard place, didn't want to break that good bond we had, was analyzing the pros and cons of my recent actions, even thought about not doing it, but my morbo could more than my modesty. I got up and walked to the sofa where he was resting; I sat down beside him; in multiple occasions we would throw ourselves at watching TV together on the same sofa, even went as far as to sleep on his legs using them as pillows, wasn't something that intimidated or bothered him, we did it... three sons, so it wasn't something unusual for him; and that's exactly what I did. I reclined on his legs, leaving my hair on his leg. He made some sounds, between opening his eyes but only adjusted to give me space, opened his legs a bit more, and threw his head back; I reclined sideways to pretend to watch TV as he fell asleep again, put one of his hands on my ribcage, and within 15 minutes the snoring began to present itself again. I made several movements to see if there was any reaction, but this time there was only his strong breathing, a light movement over his hand, and several symptoms of deep sleep; as I could place my hands behind my neck, as if they were playing the role of support between my head and his thin thigh, but the real reason was to be able to touch him a little. Feeling the hardness of his muscle, thick hair between my fingers, only made me want to get closer, immediately I directed myself towards that towel that was barely hanging from his sharp hips, as it fell apart, I had to help with my hands to put them in such a way that they would let me look at him sideways, the surprise is that he wasn't naked, he had another one of his trunks that were so liked, and he was willing to touch on them. Rose my hand over the smooth skin and rough hair covering the entire area, my fingers went down until I touched the elastic of the pants, from the edge came out some trimmed hair and immediately the package mound rose imposingly to the side of my face, with great care I rose over the fabric barely touching with the tips of my fingers, it felt soft but thick, I began to search for the way to know what I was touching. I could identify his penis very quickly, it had 10 cm of sleep and such as I remembered its thickness made more than obvious its position, lowered a bit more if I understand his hanging and adjusted testicles against the garment; at the same time my Heart wasn't stopping from accelerating, my fingers were trembling due to the position, and my neck was starting to get uncomfortable, so I decided to risk moving to lie on my stomach and thus be able to move with greater flexibility. I managed to do it but had to wait a few more minutes in case he woke up, again my hand palpated his bulging package, but this time with greater confidence began to touch, press, and handle his equipped bundle—It's bigger than I imagined— I told myself while pressing and pressing. My desires didn't stay there, I wanted to look at it, feel it, even try it, so I prepared to take it out of its hiding place to be able to delight a little; if something helped a lot is that my dad always had a heavy sleep, we always happened when it came to resting being an immovable stone, so I could be calm about that part. I started pulling the pants down to look at what was inside, there was a thicket of entwined hairs with a sleeping member; its size stood out among the pubes and its smell released a aphrodisiac aroma; I put my hand in, it was very warm inside, still soft, I couldn't believe I was touching my father's penis; I wanted to figure out how to take off all his pants, even though with such a size, it would be complicated. It was impossible to make his enormous legs and thick buttocks lift without waking him up, so I did something stupid but ingenious, risky and at the same time something that wouldn't have any form of justification, so being caught would be the worst thing that could happen to me; I got up, went to Dani's place, looked among her things and took some scissors to cut the sides of the pants. In truth, that was going to be the craziest thing I had ever thought of doing, anyone in their right mind would have limited themselves only to looking and all they could do, but I always wanted more, always wanted to satisfy what I desired, so with care I crossed the first edge of the fabric and cut slowly, the sound of the cut It seemed to be as sharp as it would take to wake him up, even though at that point any sound seemed exaggerated to me. The first cut came out perfectly, immediately the pants stopped being tense, throwing themselves to the other end that was still holding on, and with that I had enough room to have a better view of the panorama, but I wanted to uncover it completely, so I stretched my hand carefully with my fingers placed in the tool's rings, cutting even though it got a bit complicated, I had to do counter-pressure on my dad's leg, but finally I had achieved what I wanted. I took a breath, the cut pants fell between his testicles, oh beauty, tremendous testicles, and such a lovely penis, yet my inconformity wanted him to be literally without pants; that way I could well confuse my dad so he thought he wasn't wearing underwear; so I started pulling on the torn garment to see if I could get it under his buttocks; it was very difficult, so I only cut off the mold of the truss hanging down to stop thinking about it and be able to concentrate. I took his flaccid penis and began to lift and lower his foreskin, touching his testicles, trying to memorize how it was so I could later get more excited; there was no reaction at all, and my eyes were trapped like a hungry shark, I wanted to take him away, I wanted to feel more than just the skin, even felt morbid about being penetrated by my father, it was so exciting. When I realized I had gotten that close with my face in front of his member, then I didn't hesitate to try it, I put it in my mouth without applying force or suction, I wanted to feel first how it felt and then avoid waking him up. I started sucking it, licking it, passing my tongue over it, lifting and lowering his foreskin while the glans remained in my mouth, and that's when I started to see a reaction; if I wasn't mistaken, he was reacting, so I continued with mine; no mistake! If he was reacting! language was running all over the glans, and I could see how it was increasing in size, it took only a few minutes for its size to double when it had doubled in size, and I think now I knew the reason for my 22 cm, and the great thickness of my cock, since my dad had an identical one to mine, they were hard, pulsating, radiant, and with an erection at 80%. A part of me wanted to stop, I knew that my mouth would only make it more vulnerable to sleep, but I didn't stop, while it got harder, I sucked more, swallowed more, enjoyed its tasty cock even more, I was very comfortable feeling like his thick tool reached the bottom of my throat forcing her to enter all. I felt my body freeze, my nerves exploded through all my senses; my father's hand had fallen on my buttocks, it was heavy, hairy and hot; I felt like while I kept sucking I gave gentle movements as if trying to reach my anus, subtly opening my buttocks by inserting his thick fingers between my ass; what a thrilling sensation, obligingly began to move my legs so that he could achieve his goal. I knew that the heat between my buttocks and that suction I knew how to make with my anus would wake up more his desire to penetrate me. And didn't take long for him to start moving his finger circularly waving around my narrow entrance; it was so exciting feeling like his hand, making itself sleepy, tried to violate the good ass I had inherited thanks to him. His penis seemed to inflate more and more between those thick veins, squeezing with force and noticing how lubricated it was too much, I picked it up with my tongue, and between my palate and tongue savored that tasty flavor; the pleasure was double when he finally gave a sign of being conscious and in agreement with what was happening, since he had spat on his fingers to penetrate them. When his thick finger entered, I let out a moan, brought his finger to the bottom and began moving it slowly and then faster and faster, in about two minutes he was already introducing the second finger. My asshole was dilating too quickly when I was excited, I wanted to give him more pleasure and while he was playing with my asshole, I lowered my tongue trying to reach his enormous balls to suck them one by one. After a while I got into position like a dog and let him put in his third finger, while I started kissing his abdomen, past the hairy path to his lovely nipples; while he gave me pleasure with his hand, I was licking his nipples with small bites that I noticed he liked; and at no moment did I release my love for his member which due to its size was easy to reach. I could feel how it was getting excited, had to leave his cock alone for a bit so I could kiss his neck, it would twist with each kiss, shudder when my tongue passed near his ears, then in an attempt to lick his ear and make him shake his face due to extreme sensitivity, our lips met making an irresistible kiss. It was the strangest thing I could do in my sexual life, but in those minutes it didn't cross my mind that it was my father, it was like being with a sexual friend or lover, well, before the morbid gaze there is no family tie nor limits, that moment was so intense as to break his lips kissing while he broke my asshole with his fingers which kept asking for affection, turning my father into a beast. Finally what remained was love of father, with each kiss and lick on his beard we forgot a little more about our familiar position; without letting his lips rest I changed positions to ride his legs, sitting on those two thighs, my buttocks were educated to treat cocks and men of his level. My movements and agile hip danced around his penis, I could feel how he was trying to push with his strong legs, being restrained by the control he exercised; when I felt like he wanted to enter I would lift up a bit, I wanted him to desire entering me capriciously so that I could feel his true performance as a male. trying to steal the reins from me. Then he placed his large and thick hands on my hip, and with a single movement, he got up to fully load me, I had asked for all mobility, with my legs hugging his hip and his hard buttocks, he took three steps, feeling like he was adjusting his enormous cock in my anus, it was so dilated that it didn't cost his cock to give me strong thrusts at the entrance of my cavity. Three more steps ahead and with hard charges and without letting me fall, I felt myself being inserted with my own weight, now if I had hurt feeling like he was introducing those 22 cm. At that moment, I completely understood why my brother would stop me from hurting him; every time it was his turn to be passive and the poor guy complained about my enormous cock, and now karma was returning the favor to me. My dad was so lubricated that it didn't take much to start perforating me, he moved in an amazing way, and even though I was standing in a somewhat uncomfortable position, I didn't want to imagine how he would penetrate me in a more static place, although I was dying to have him do it; a little further along, leaving myself fall onto the sofa where he was sitting, still impregnated with his warmth, his enormous cock went into me again with more force. He was truly a stud, I could feel how his big cock came out leaving a large vacuum in me, then entering all the way to the bottom filling me with impact, barely giving me seconds for a breath before putting my eyes back on white, before squeezing his hard buttocks with my legs wrapped around him; his testicles were crashing against my buttocks, and I could feel perfectly how they did. We stayed like that for a while until my lord father wanted to try another position, he lifted me up and leaned me over the armchair, separating my legs, both of us standing, he hugged me around the waist and started kissing my neck, his beard scratching my back and feeling very well. His hairy chest was resting on my back, it was rough and the warmth of his skin burned; pulling my head back. backwards, I would break with his kisses, and I only wanted him to keep penetrating me, but it seemed he was resting a bit. I don't know if it was to avoid coming too quickly or because he wanted to pleasure me for a while with his mouth, but in truth my erogenous zones were exploding with his caresses; slowly down until I reached my ass, his beard rested between the cheeks, licking all the way from top to bottom; he stopped descending through my anus and began to lick me very close to my balls, it felt like heaven, his hard tongue making circles and a world of movements in that zone, which made me shudder at my dad's hands. He returned to my anus, but in front of him his hand started to masturbate me, he must have felt honored and proud of the piece of cock I had inherited from him; concentrated on my cock, he brought his tongue back to my ass once more and began to suck me like a pro or amateur, just a little more and my cum would have been his, but he stopped to position himself behind me. The silence was broken again when his cock entered me completely from nothing, the walls were trembling with the hard fuck I was getting, just like my legs with the cockring my father was giving me. I was taking my hips and bringing them back to him one and another time, feeling my soul pierced and my moans began to be more and more devastating, I had to cover my mouth, I couldn't help it, I was screaming with pleasure, even though anyone would have sworn I was suffering his 22 cm. After a while, he turned me around, and again he lingered on my lips; but it took only seconds for him to bring me down with his hand until I was kneeling in front of his beautiful cock—Do you want me to fill you up with cum like when you get bathed as a child? Do you remember when I told you you couldn't take it? Today if you can drink it, I won't stop. What a way to break the ice; a scene very similar to one from years ago, very close to dad's cock, with the pipe full of hard, with his macana rubbing it in his hand, Similar piece of meat that looked like a pizza dough maker; and the naked and innocent boy waited to the side expecting to see what followed; waiting for the warm cum of papa, with his tongue out, arched like his slut. He started to masturbate taking another step forward to leave my tongue in his balls; he was choking me with his enormous testicles covering my mouth and nostrils, sucking his testicles while masturbating almost on my forehead, feeling the weight of his cock on my face and the taste of his sweaty testicles on my papillae. I felt for a few minutes the thin and soft sacs containing the testicles, then passed to milk those 22 cm that had given me life; I walked behind his testicles returning the favor, and noticed he was excited feeling my tongue near his ass. After pulling my face with his hand to return it in front of his cock, I started to put it in; I wanted to go slow, but for him it was an ass more where to put his cock, my throat became saturated with his piece until I started crying, wanting him to come out and at the same time wanting him to put it back in, when he pulled it all the way out it was covered in my saliva. I loved seeing that red head about to explode, knowing it wasn't much longer before receiving his semen, I had many years of wanting to feel that hot juice again, while he masturbated my tongue caressed his gland waiting for the great moment. He was already ready, looking with one hand stretching his testicles and with the other masturbating with force from the base; he was with his tongue out when a jet of semen left me almost blind from its force and quantity, another fell on my forehead and several drops on my chest, then with his hand I managed to guide his enormous beast towards my mouth. They were flooding my throat with his nectar, oh how much content could I have produced? I wondered while seeing him contract and twist in the last drops. Finally he finished emptying all his semen, and took the cut-off truss to clean me, he said me I launched like I was one of those American football players and noticed his smile at the mischief of cutting off one of his pants - It wasn't necessary to do this, I had never been asleep. What a way to make me feel stupid, but it was done, I got up and headed to the bathroom to give myself a shower; I left the door open in case he wanted to catch me, although in reality he had already cleaned himself up, yet I still held onto the hope that he would help me wash like when I was little. I heard the door open, it was him, and he was still naked, his penis was swinging from side to side, and he entered the hot water, sharing the same shower with me, what a sight it was to see such a body so close to mine; we were almost touching inside the showerhead and that made us even closer; his cock rubbed against my ass more than once, and I understood that it wouldn't be the only or first time. How many times did it happen? Wow! I could write an entire book about it; my father was the most intense experience I could have lived, after that night our instinct awakened and we didn't sleep again, I can boast that I squeezed him until he couldn't take anymore, and I'm sure no one will be able to fill him up like I did, even though practically the one who filled me up almost every night was him. What happened with us? Did we keep doing it? The real question is does it really matter? I'll let it end with the best ending they can imagine. But I'll only tell a little more; when we got out of the shower, we came out completely naked, the wall of modesty was more than broken, he looked so sexy walking around with those hairy ass cheeks, and don't even get me started about those kisses we gave each other while trying to dry off our bodies. That night we slept in his room like a couple of lovers; I liked putting my hand inside his trunks and feeling his cock asleep; I took care of waking her up and making her vomit. I started sleeping with him, trying not to let Dani find out; Leo was no longer living with us, it had become too premature for that whole girlfriend thing. Many times. We sometimes ask ourselves if we were doing things wrong. Do we do wrong? Is this okay? Will I be punished for this? We always come to the same conclusion: there are worse things and they're not that noticeable; we just enjoy ourselves, and what a way to do it. I know there are many loose ends, but it's better like this, love is love, and there are a thousand ways, so it doesn't have definition, maybe this story is my definition of love, and maybe you'll have another one, or it might not mean that any of them are wrong, just love.