Let Dad Take Care of You

SAWYER:

    When I was younger, right around the time same-sex marriage became legal, I pictured myself having a huge wedding one day. I dreamt of hiring the most luxurious venue in Manhattan and inviting hundreds of guests. Now that I was 30, that naïveté was gone. For one, I realized I did not have "Manhattan luxury" money – even though I'd made a killing filming incestuous porn with my brother Kurt and our dad. But also, over the past few years, especially since moving out of the city, I'd lost touch with a lot of my erstwhile friends, and I was now much more focused on family.

    With all that in mind, my fiancé Brock and I decided to get married at my parents' cabin in the Catskills. They had a lovely backyard that could accommodate around fifty people, which was the extent of our guest list. It was a quaint and lovely afternoon ceremony, led by my brother, who got ordained just so he could be the one to marry us.

    After a few hours of dinner and dancing, most of the guests began to leave just as the temperature got chilly. My mother left with some of my aunts, but my father stayed behind to give rides to people who were here without a car.

    "Welcome to the family, brother," Brock's brother Colin said to me, slurring his words. He was drunk, and he gave me a big sloppy kiss in front of everyone in the room, including his wife and kids. "We're officially family now."

    "Daaaad, you're so embarrassing," Colin's teenage son Tanner chimed in. He elbowed his dad aside and came in to give me a hug and a little peck on the cheek. "Congratulations, Sawyer."

    "Thank you. And thank you guys for flying here from Maine. My dad's gonna drive you to your hotel," I said to my new in-laws. 

    They left, followed by a few more guests, until Kurt and his girlfriend Jessica were the only people remaining. 

    "Guess it's time for us to head out," my brother announced. "But before I get in that car, I need to get this out."

    Kurt stood up and unbuckled his belt, pulling his pants and underwear down, and suddenly extracting a thick butt plug from his ass. 

    "Ahhhhh," he moaned in relief. 

    "What the fuck is that?" I asked, laughing out loud.

    "We made a bet this morning," Jess explained, "and the loser had to wear a butt plug for the rest of the day. Needless to say, I always win," she said, stroking his long blond hair with a satisfied smirk on her face.

    "So you had that thing up your ass the entire time while you were officiating the ceremony?" I asked my brother.

    "Yeah," Kurt said, still holding the Barbie-pink plug, which looked comical in the hairy hands of a big burly man like my brother. "Where can I put this?"

    "Here, gimme. I'll take care of it," I offered, taking the plug with my bare hand and placing it on a paper towel on the table.

    Kurt zipped his pants back up and he and his girlfriend left the cabin. Brock and I were finally free to spend our first few moments as newlyweds, all on our own. We began kissing and removing each other's clothes, right there in the living room, when the front door suddenly opened.

    "Hey. Is everyone gone?" my father asked as he walked into the cabin, unsurprised to see my new husband and me in the nude.

    "Yeah. Kurt and Jess were the last ones to go just now," I said, stroking Brock's cock with one hand while talking to my dad, feeling my husband's tool grow within my grasp. 

    "I came to see if you need help with anything," Dad offered. "Otherwise I can go. Leave you two lovebirds to enjoy your wedding night."

    "Take a seat, Harry. Relax before you go," Brock said while I manually stimulated his prick to a full erection.

    "Under one condition: no more calling me 'Harry.' I'm 'Dad' now," my father said to my spouse. He took a seat and watched us make out in front of him for a while. I got down on my knees and started to suck Brock's cock – for the first time as a married man – and I saw Dad eventually taking out his own prick so that he could stroke while watching us. It got me so hard just knowing that my father got off from watching me have sex.

    Even with the cock in my mouth, I couldn't help but smile when Dad whipped out one of the expensive cigars he'd bought to hand to some of his friends. He only took a break from jerking off long enough to light it up, and soon the room was filled with that tang of cigar smoke that always seemed to get me a little worked up. I'd mentioned that to my father once, and I wondered if he'd held back one cigar in anticipation of this moment tonight.

    After a while, Brock and I switched positions. He was the one down on the floor now, sucking my erect cock. As always, he was doing an incredible job and got me to the edge a couple times before easing off. I think we both wanted to prolong this special moment where my father watched us have fun as husbands for the first time.

    Eventually, Brock pulled himself from my cock and began crawling over toward Dad's chair, his eyes on the throbbing prize between my father's legs. The intent was clear, and I was surprised when my father stopped him with a hand gesture.

    "No way," Dad stated, surprising us both with his abruptness. But then his expression softened and he added, "I want to welcome you to the family. So you sit down. You relax. And I'll take care of YOU."

    "Dad… Are you offering to suck my husband's cock?" I asked, a little bit in disbelief. As far as I knew, my father had never sucked a cock in his life.

    "If you don't have a problem with that," Dad replied, and it really felt like was asking me for his blessing. I was thrilled to say yes, of course. Brock, with a similar expression of excitement and exuberance, climbed up to sit in the chair my father had vacated and spread his legs.

    My father got down on his knees slowly, and I watched him take my new husband's dick into his mouth with surprising confidence. Dad was certainly figuring out how to go about it as he got to work, but he wasn't timid about it. The alcohol and festive atmosphere of the night no doubt helped him lower his inhibitions; but I had the feeling Dad was interested in doing this for a while, and he had been waiting for the right moment. And there was no more special time than tonight – my wedding night.

    Brock certainly seemed to agree. He looked thrilled to be my father's first cock, and he was making sure to give Dad lots of positive feedback and encouragement. I felt an odd sense of pride, just like I did early on when Dad first started producing porn with us. I hoped that when I was my father's age I would still be willing to push my boundaries and try new things.

    I was playing with my own dick and then glanced over at the table and noticed the pink butt plug that Kurt had left behind. Picking it up, I examined it more closely and took note of how truly thick it really was. I moved it back between my asscheeks and began to insert it slowly into my hole. It was still warm from being inside my brother for most of the day. And fuck, it was stretching me good! I was impressed that Kurt had been able to handle this for so many hours, not even giving a sign that he was carrying it around inside him.

    Slowly working it around inside me, I found the right motion to really hit my magic spot, which got my precum flowing even more freely. That, in turn, made my stroking feel even better, and before long I had worked myself into a state approaching the point of no return. I eased up a bit, since I wanted to be focused and take in every moment of my father swallowing his first load. For some reason, I had no doubt that was his plan. Dad was in this all the way.

    Brock gave him fair warning when he was about to blow, and my father kept going, no doubt feeling pleased that he was going to make his new son-in-law bust a nut with his nascent oral talents. Brock gently placed a hand on the back of Dad's head and kept his cock pushed as deep as my father was able to take it. When he started to cum, Brock moaned loudly, repeating "yes, Dad," several times. 

    Hearing that, and seeing my father's throat moving as he swallowed Brock's seed, pushed me over the edge. My hole gripped the butt plug tightly, which also had the effect of pushing the tip right onto my prostate, and I was soon blasting a huge load of cum all over my stomach. It was a good thing we'd decided to disrobe, since my torrent of jizz would have resulted in quite the cleaning bill for the tuxedo.

    As we all recovered, I looked at my father, who was smiling ear to ear.

    "Next time, it's my turn," I said, and Dad's smile somehow got even bigger.

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