DOMINIC:

    After celebrating Christmas with my dad's side of the family in Minnesota, it was time to spend a few days with my maternal grandparents back in Illinois. I didn't get a chance to see Dad and Uncle Vaughn, and I often wondered where they were and what they were up to, if they were together somewhere having sex without me.

    To make matters worse, my New Year's Eve plans fell through when the house that my friends and I were gonna rent canceled our reservation at the last minute. My friends wanted me to ask my father if we could have the party at his house, so I gave him a call.

    "Hey Dad, what're your plans for New Year's Eve?" I asked him after a brief chat.

    "Nonexistent," he said. "I'm gonna be here all on my own."

    "My friends wanted me to ask if we can throw a party at your house," I explained. "But honestly, it's gonna be a lot of people and I don't think I trust all of 'em. I'm not even in a party mood no more. Maybe I can come over and you and I can spend New Year's Eve together, just the two of us?"

    My father accepted my proposal, so I drove to his house on December 31. We had dinner and then sat in front of the fireplace, watching holiday movies on TV and drinking quite a few glasses of champagne.

    At 11 PM, we both received a "Happy New Year" text from Uncle Vaughn, who was out at a party in New York, entering the new year an hour ahead of us. Dad and I texted him back, including a selfie of the two of us drinking champagne in front of the fire.

    "So when did you and Uncle Vaughn start to… you know, hook up?" I asked my father.

    "Last year. Actually, it was on New Year's Eve that he fucked me for the first time," Dad admitted with a nostalgic smile.

    "Wow," I said. This was all still pretty shocking to me, but the alcohol helped me cope with the news. "I never knew you were into guys," I told my father.

    "I didn't either," Dad laughed. "It only started off with your uncle last year. But I've hooked up with a few other guys since."

    "What do you like to do with these other guys?" I probed, rubbing my bulge through my pants.

    "You know. Suck, get sucked. Fuck," my father listed calmly, no doubt noticing me playing with myself.

    "What was your favorite experience fucking a guy? Someone other than Uncle Vaughn?" I asked, putting the champagne flute down on the floor so I could use both hands to stimulate my junk.

    "Remember last semester I was late signing up for your parent-teacher conference, and I ended up with the last spot of the night?" Dad said with a smirk, waiting for my nod to show that I was keeping up. "Well, I sort of hit it off with your physics teacher. Something about his glasses and nerdy demeanor drew me to him. Well, that and his incredibly tight slacks that showed off his ass. Anyway, he was up at the whiteboard showing some formula or something you'd been having trouble with, and I couldn't stop staring at his ass."

    "Oh my God, did you two…?" I asked in disbelief.

    "Long story short, I fucked him in the parking lot, back seat of his Prius," Dad grinned as he finished his story, now rubbing his own bulge as well. 

    "Hahaha, no wonder I got an A that I totally didn't deserve," I laughed. I'd stopped touching my cock, but not because I'd forgotten about it. My father's story made me realize I was craving something more. "Dad, would you… fuck me?" I asked, emboldened by the amount of champagne in my system.

    And then…

    "I can't," my father sighed, crushing my dreams. Maybe even after everything that happened on Christmas, I was asking for too much. My face began to burn red hot with embarrassment, when I noticed my dad smiling. "I can't fuck you, Dominic," he explained, "because my dick's not hard yet."

    To my amused relief, Dad pulled down his zipper and whipped out his flaccid cock. And just like that, all of my discomfort disappeared. Encouraged by the sight of Dad's dick, I sank to my knees in front of him. I remembered on Christmas my grandma gifted him some holiday-themed shower gel that smelled like pinewood or something like that. I could tell Dad had used it earlier today, because I felt the woodsy scent mixed with his natural musk, drawing me in. I let his dick slide into my mouth without any hesitation. Even though I'd only done this once before, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

    My father sighed with pleasure as his dick began to grow in my mouth. The harder he got, the more difficult I found it to take his entire length. I needed more practice, and who better to practice on than my own dad? It was the dick that made me, after all. As he reached full erection, I started to gag but I kept trying to do my best.

    "You ready now?" I asked when I came up for air, still stroking his shaft to coat it with my spit.

    "Hold on. First, I gotta taste your dick again," Dad smiled, switching places with me.

    I sat in the armchair and watched my kneeling father pull down my sweatpants, finally freeing my boner, which was already coated with precum. The sight of my glistening prejizz made my dad lick his lips, and I gasped as he dove in to deepthroat me with one expert gulp. I couldn't believe he'd only been doing this for a year – here he was sucking dick like a pro! Maybe he was just determined to show me a special time, since I was his son. With the fireplace crackling and the Christmas movies that we used to watch together playing on the TV, I couldn't think of anything that would make this moment more special.

    My dick was so far down dad's throat that he was able to stick his tongue out and lick my balls at the same time. I couldn't wait until l was as good as him. What really got me going was his fingers pressing against my taint, making their way toward my hole. I scooted forward a bit, giving him better access. I felt the tip of his thick index finger pressing into me. I tried to relax enough that he could push past my tight ring.

    "Fuck Dad, that feel so good," I panted. "I'm gonna cum, I can't stop it!"

    Dad didn't bother with my warning and only shoved his finger further up my ass. I clenched tightly as I started cumming. I'd been hoping for something like this so I hadn't even jerked off since Christmas. I was almost worried Dad might drown in my jizz because of the ungodly amount of spunk that I shot down his throat. He was amazing, however, and managed to swallow every last drop with ease. I was so turned on by my cum-guzzling Dad that my dick didn't go soft even after I was done cumming.

    "Mmm," Dad smacked his lips. "I think I'm ready to fuck you now."

    "Should we go upstairs?" I asked.

    "Stay right where you are, son," my father replied, crawling over to an end table, opening its drawer, and taking out some lube and poppers. "I thought we might end up doing this, so I kept things handy."

    While I was still sitting on the armchair, my father told me to lift my ass up by hooking my arms behind my knees. He knelt in front of me again and squirted some lube onto his shaft, working it up and down with his hand. At the same time, he leaned down and shoved his face in my crack. This reminded me of when Uncle Vaughn ate my ass last week, only Dad's beard tickled and scratched my asscheeks.

    "When I start to penetrate you," he said, wiping saliva off his face and handing me the vial of poppers. "I want you to take a deep breath of these through your nose."

    He returned to slobbering all over my hole again, even shoving his tongue inside of me. Finally, he got up into a semi-squat position, hovering over me and holding onto my ankles. My hands immediately went to his meaty ass, pulling him closer as we made eye contact and his dick started pushing into me. I winced in pain at the initial intrusion. Then I remembered what he told me and took a deep hit of the poppers. My body instantly relaxed, including my hole. Even though I could feel every inch of his girthy meat stretching me out, I was soon in heaven when he bottomed out inside me.

    I could feel Dad's heavy, hairy balls pressed up against my taint and that was how I knew he was all the way in. I loved getting fucked by Uncle Vaughn on Christmas, but this felt even more special somehow, doing it with my own dad. Plus, Dad's dick was significantly fatter, which added extra pleasure. My cock was throbbing and leaking precum all over my stomach, hard as a rock even though I'd recently blown a load.

    Dad leaned in, his lips landing softly on mine. My heart started pounding and I felt tingles all over my body as his tongue slipped into my mouth and we began to make out. At the same time, he started slowly bucking his hips. He pulled out nearly all the way, before driving forward again. Each time he did this, he went harder, faster, and deeper. 

    I was moaning into his mouth as he bottomed out over and over. His pace got more aggressive, his force moving the armchair back an inch at a time. He then did something he hadn't done in many years: he picked me up and held me tightly to his chest. I wrapped my legs around his waist, impressed by his strength and ability to hold me up like this. We continued to kiss, his dick pulsing inside of me, as he walked over to the couch and sat down.

    I maneuvered onto my knees and started bouncing on his thick tool. Dad reached back and held onto my asscheeks, keeping them spread and adding pressure by fingering my hole as I fucked myself on him. I tore my sweatshirt off, then I unbuttoned his shirt and braced myself against his hairy chest. I was spraying precum all over him, but he didn't mind one bit.

    Ten minutes later, when my legs started to get tired, I wound up on my stomach, facing the television, with Dad lying on top of me and impaling me with his cock. He kept up the same steady, deep thrusting while pressing his body weight against me. Even though I was at his mercy, I felt safe and loved, especially as he softly kissed the back of my neck and nibbled my ear.

    Next thing I knew, the countdown to midnight was starting on TV. It was almost as if we'd planned this intentionally. As each second passed, Dad picked up his pace, his heavy balls smacking against my ass. I pressed my boner into the couch cushions, feeling a second load about to come out. 

    "Here it comes, son. Can I shoot inside you?" Dad asked.

    "Do it, Dad. Cum inside me!"

    As the fireworks went off, my father started shooting his warm load, filling my insides and making me cum at the same time. Neighbors were setting off their own fireworks, with colorful displays flashing outside the window. When Dad pulled out and got off me, I immediately scrambled to flip over. I felt my own cum stick to my lower back as I straddled Dad's hips and kissed him one more time.

    "Happy New Year, Dad," I smiled coyly.

    "Happy New Year, son," he smiled back.

    "We should do this every New Year's Eve," I laughed.

    "Why wait? We can do it a lot more often," Dad replied, driving his dick back inside me.