written by Robbie Webb
All characters and terms including ‘boy’ ‘lad’ and ‘girl’ refer to people age 18 and over.
--------------------------------Ashley hated his new dad. He couldn’t even bring himself to call him dad. He wasn’t his dad; he was his mum’s husband. That’s all he was. He was horrible. Ashley couldn’t stand him. There wasn’t just one particular thing about him; it was everything. To be fair, Ashley would probably hate every man who tried to replace his real dad. His real dad divorced his mum four years ago. Ashley missed him like crazy. He hadn’t seen his real dad for four years. After his parents got divorced his dad fucked off, hasn’t been back since.
His mum met Morgan just twelve months ago, married him three months after meeting him. Ashley’s mum had had a few boyfriends since divorcing dad. Ashley hadn’t got on with any of them, but Morgan was the worst. Ashley just didn’t like him, full stop.
Then one afternoon, everything changed. Ashley was in the house by himself. Mum was at bingo. Morgan came in.
“All right, son?”
Ashley hated it when he called him that.
“I’m not your son.”
Ashley got up off the sofa.
Morgan stopped him from walking up the stairs.
“Why are you behaving like this, Ashley?”
“What have I done to upset you?”
Ashley didn’t need to give him a reason.
“I just don’t like you.”
“Come on, son.”
“Don’t call me that. You’re not my dad. I haven’t seen my dad for four years.”
“I know, Ashley.”
“You don’t know anything. Leave me alone.”
“Ashley. Where are you going?”
“I’m going up to my bedroom. Ok?”
“Why don’t you talk to me, Ash?”
“Why should I talk to you? I don’t want to talk to you?”
“It would be nice if we could try and get on.”
“I don’t wanna talk. There’s nothing to talk about. I don’t want to try and get on. Just because you married my mum it doesn’t mean you’re my dad. I don’t like you. End of.”
“Ok then. If that’s how you want it to be.”
“Yes. It is. Now I’m going up to my bedroom.”
“What for? A wank?”
“What did you say?”
“It’s what you do, isn’t it?”
“You’re a weirdo.”
“It’s what boys your age do, son. It’s ok. You don’t have to keep it a secret from me, son.”
Ashley gave him the daggers.
“You don’t have to keep anything secret from me, son.”
“Will you stop calling me that?”
“I want to be a good dad to you, Ashley.”
“Watch my lips. You are not and you will never be my dad. Can you get that into that thick skull of yours?”
Ashley went upstairs. As he was walking up the stairs he heard Morgan shout, “Don’t forget to lock the door! You wouldn’t want me walking in and catching you playing with your dick, son!”
Ashley stopped. He turned around. Morgan was standing at the bottom of the stairs, looking up.
“It’d be very embarrassing, son, your dad walking in and catching you.”
Ashley gave a tut, shook his head, turned around and carried on walking up the stairs.
“Is it already getting stiff, son?”
Ashley stopped again.
“Is it getting hard, son?”
Ashley turned around.
“You have a good wank, son. I know when I was your age I was always knocking one out. Sometimes I had three or four wanks a day when I was your age. You play with it as much as you want, son. Do you good.”
The thing is, that was why Ashley was going up to his room, to have a wank. That’s what he was going to do before Morgan had come in, have a wank. He stood there at the top of the stairs looking down at him, Morgan.
You play with it as much as you want, son.
Had he just actually said that?
You have a good wank, son.
Morgan might be a prick but Ashley couldn’t deny that he was feeling well sexy hearing him say those words. His real dad would never had said that to him. What dad would?
“Go for it, son.”
Ashley gave another tut. He went in his bedroom and shut the door. He hated his new dad but he suddenly felt very horny. Morgan knew what he got up to in his bedroom. Ashley should have been embarrassed. Well, he was embarrassed but he was also proper turned on knowing that Morgan knew that whenever he went up to his bedroom he went to have a wank.
Ashley said the words to himself.
All right then, dad. I wank. Ok? I masturbate. I jack off, dad. Ok?
Hearing himself say those words in his head, telling dad that he jacked off made him feel so incredibly horny.
So there he was in his bedroom, Ashley, his dick now hard in his jeans. He was going to have a dirty big wank and his dad downstairs knew what he was up to. What he’d said about catching him wanking, it was turning Ashley on big time.
For the very first time Ashley actually wanted to call him dad. He wanted to open his bedroom door and he wanted to shout it out loud.
“Dad! I’m having a wank!”
This was so wrong. But Ashley had never ever felt this sexy.
It was wrong.
It was pervey.
And it gave him the hardest erection ever.
He hadn’t locked his bedroom door.
He suddenly looked at Morgan in a different light. How cool was that? What he’d just said.
You go and have a wank, son.
Telling him to go and have a wank. Was that just about the best thing a son could ever want to hear or what?
You play with it as much as you want, son.
Isn’t that just the kind of dad you want? One who’s not only bothered about you jacking off but one who encourages you to do it. Maybe he wasn’t all that bad after all. Was he fuck. He was cool.
Yeah ok then. I could cope with a dad like that.
Ashley lay there on his bed fully clothed, his cock tenting his jeans. He wanted Morgan to walk in and catch him. He lay there waiting, breathing deep and heavy, lay there stretched out on the bed, hands behind his head, cock fully boned up, throbbing in his jeans.
Come on then…dad. Make yourself useful. Walk in and catch me like this with my cock tenting my jeans.
Had Ashley actually just called him dad?
He said it again, only this time out loud.
“Come on, dad. Walk in.”
He lay there waiting.
He wasn’t going to come.
He hated him even more now. He’d got him feeling all horny like this and he wasn’t going to do anything about it. He’d been taking the piss. Course he had.
But then Ashley heard him walking up the stairs. He thought about it, whipping down his jeans. He wanted Morgan…no, his dad to catch him lying on his back with his jeans down and his cock on bone.
Come on then, dad.
No, he couldn’t do it. He didn’t have the balls to do it, didn’t have the balls to whip his jeans down.
His heart was racing.
Dad reached the top of the stairs.
Pull ‘em down!
No, he couldn’t do it.
He waited, lying there on the bed, his big erection showing in his jeans.
Dad got to the door.
Come on, dad. Open the door.
The door opened and dad walked into the bedroom.
Hearing Ashley say that word meant the world to Morgan. He smiled and sat on the edge of the bed. Ashley didn’t move. He just lay there with his jeans clinging to his erection.
Dad saw that his son had a boner in his jeans.
“I thought you’d have taken them off by now, son.”
Ashley didn’t say anything, just lay there breathing heavy.
“Sit up, son.”
Ashley sat up and waited for something to happen.
“Lift your arms up, son.”
Now Ashley liked it, hearing Morgan calling him son. This was proper kinky. He did as dad told and lifted his arms. Dad lifted his son’s t-shirt up, pulled the t-shirt up over his son’s head.
Ashley sat there naked to the waist, his face flushed. He felt so incredibly horny.
“Stand up, son. There’s a good lad.”
Ashley stood up. Dad unbuttoned his son’s jeans and pulled down his zip.
“Lift your bum up. There’s a good lad.”
Ashley lifted his bum. Dad pulled his son’s jeans down to his feet. Ashley’s hard cock was aching, almost bursting out of his tight white underpants. The head of his cock was trapped between the slitted opening in his stretched undies. His hard dick was all twisted in his tight undies.
He stood up. He stood there facing his dad, his dick aching in his bulging undies. His dad sat there on the edge of the bed. Ashley put his hands on his dad’s shoulders. Dad could see how heavy and fast his son was breathing. Ashley lifted his feet an dad pulled his son’s jeans off. Ashley was standing there in just his stretched underpants and white socks.
You ever had anybody touch your dick before, son?”
Ashley felt stupid. How can a boy his age never had a girl touch his dick before? But it was true. He was 18 and still a virgin. He could have lied to his dad, pretend he’d had lots of girls. But he didn’t lie. He told his dad the truth and he felt better for it. And the best thing about it was, his dad didn’t laugh or make fun of him. He didn’t tease him for being a virgin, nothing like that.
Dad ran his fingertips nice and gentle across the front of his son’s underpants. It felt proper nice but Ashley couldn’t help feeling a bit uncomfortable, for he was thinking about his mum.
“Are you gay?”
“Well…this...what you’re doing…”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“I’m just looking after you, son. It feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah. But…you’re not just messing my mum about, are you? If you’re gay, dad, just tell me.”
“No, son. I love your mum. Do you want me stop doing this?”
“No. It’s nice.”
Dad moved his son’s hard dick around through his stretched undies to make it more comfortable for him.
“I’m just giving you a helping hand, son. That’s all.”
Ashley’s undies were stretched over the hardness of his cock. His cock was hot and throbbing, his bell end pushed up to his right hip.
Ashley was willing his dad to do it.
Go on, dad. Pull my undies down. Get my dick out.
He wanted to show his naked erection to his dad.
Dad held his son’s dick between his fingers and thumb. There was just the thin material of Ashley’s stretched undies between his throbbing dick and his dad’s fingers. With his other hand, dad pulled his son’s underpants down at the top. Ashley’s hot naked dick sprang up all stiff. Dad pulled his son’s undies down, all the way down. Ashley stepped out of them. He was standing there naked before his dad and he had the biggest hardest erection ever.
Ashley felt amazing, an intense warmth rushing through his body, his heart racing. There were feelings in his cock he had never felt before. It was like his cock had suddenly become a hundred times more sensitive. Those cock tingles were intense. He was naked and showing off his tender boned up dick to his dad. How amazing was that? He felt well proud of his cock.
“Have I got a big cock, dad?”
“Yes, son. You’ve got a great cock.”
Ashley was glowing with pride.
“You see, son. I’m not so bad after all, am I?”
Dad looked his naked aroused son up and down.
“You’re a fine figure of a young man, son.”
Ashley just felt so dirty. He just said it without thinking.
“Play with my cock, dad.”
Straight away he said it he thought: what have I just gone and said?
“Sorry, dad. I’m only messing about.”
“That’s all right. I’ll play with it if you want me to, son. I’m your dad. You’re my son. Whatever you want your dad to do, Ashley.”
Dad took hold of his son’s dick and gave it a nice loving squeeze.
“Is that nice, son?”
“Oh yeah, dad. Oooh!”
Dad slowly stroked his son’s hot dick up and down, cradling his son’s tight balls in the palm of his hand.
“Good boy, Ashley.”
Dad gave his son’s cock and balls lots of tender loving care. Ashley liked it when his dad gently squeezed his tight balls together ever so gently, jiggling them around in the palm of his hand. Slowly jacking him off, dad slipped a finger between his son’s balls and arsehole.
Ashley’s bell end swelled up bigger, fatter. It was bright purple and shiny. Dad gave him a nice slow wank, Ashley holding on to his dad’s shoulders.
Just being wanked off by his dad was almost enough to make Ashley cum. And if that wasn’t enough, dad only went and unzipped his trousers. He unbuttoned them. He stood up, dropped his trousers and stepped out of them.
Oh fuck, thought Ashley. Now this was gay. Dad had to be gay.
Ashley didn’t care anymore. He stopped questioning it all. He felt amazing and that was all that mattered. For this moment in time Ashley couldn’t care less whether his dad was gay or not.
Dad stripped himself naked. Ashley couldn’t take his eyes off his naked dad. He’d never seen another boy naked and aroused before. He most certainly hadn’t seen an older man naked and aroused. He found himself being turned on like never before. The sight of his dad in the raw with his big cock on bone made his whole body tingle with sexy sensations. Ashley’s dick was dribbling pre-cum by the bucket load and it was all thanks to his naked boned up dad.
“I know, son.”
Ashley jacked himself off, looking at his dad’s dick. Dad jacked himself off, looking at his son’s dick. This was awesome, father and son jacking off naked together.
It all felt so…beautiful.
Dad lay on the bed.
“Come on, son. Lie on top of me.”
“It’s ok. Lie on top of your dad, there’s a good lad.”
Ashley climbed on top of his dad. He lay on top of him, their stiff hot dicks throbbing together. Dad ran his hands up and down his son’s smooth lean hard soft-skinned body, up and down his back and over his firm tight bum. Ashley wriggled about on top of his dad, wiggling his hips, rolling his dick along his dad’s dick, his face close to his dad’s face. Ashley was breathing hard and fast. Dad could feel his son’s hot breath on his face. Ashley arched his back and humped his dick back and to over his dad’s dick.
“Good boy, Ashley. Shag your dad’s dick. Good boy.”
“Oooh! Dad! Dad! Oooh!”
Ashley started thrusting his hips back and to, shagging his dad’s dick real hard. Dad’s balls were up tight against his son’s balls. Ashley always shaved his balls. They were smooth and it tickled when his dad rubbed his big hairy balls against them.
“Oh, Dad! Dad!”
Ashley fucked his dad’s cock, thrusting his hips harder and harder, his lean body now drenched in sweat. Dad breathed in the sexy whiff of his son’s body.
“Oh, dad! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!”
Ashley’s cock exploded in a violent squirting of jizz, his thick spunk spurting all over his dad’s dick and belly and chest, just as dad spunked his load, splashing his sexy son with cum.
Ashley collapsed on top of his dad, their dicks squirting together. With every last drop of cum drained from his balls, Ashley lay on top of his dad. His lips were touching his dad’s lips. Dad kissed him. Ashley just lay there on top of his dad, totally exhausted.
Dad waited for his son to roll off him.
It didn’t happen.
Ashley fell asleep on top of his dad.
Ten minutes later, dad’s phone rang. He reached for it, careful not to disturb his sleeping son. It was Ashley’s mum. Dad answered it, keeping his voice down so as not to wake his son.
“All right, love….Ashley’s asleep. I don’t want to wake him….Did you win? Oh never mind. Better luck next time….Well, I was going to wait till you got home to tell you but I’ll tell you now. We’ve had a great night in…Yeah. He’s only gone and called me dad…Why would I make a thing like that up. Seriously, we get on great….Well, I was just going to tell you. I did it, what you told me to. About the wanking thing…Yeah, it worked. It’s brought us a lot closer….Well, I’ll tell you all about it when you get home. Yeah, I did that like you said only…well, it went a bit further. I may as well tell you coz I know it won’t freak you out. We both got naked…no, serious, I’m not fucking about. We’re both naked now as I speak…Yeah, he’s asleep, on top of me…we’ve wanked each other off and…no…straight up…I know…rubbed our cocks together and everything…Yeah, he’s fast asleep, bless him. It’s brought us a lot closer…I don’t know. It doesn’t matter whether he’s gay or not, does it?...Eh? Of course he wanted it. I wouldn’t have done anything if he didn’t want me to….Ok….Yeah…The main thing is he’s talking to me now. We’re a happy family at last…Ok, love. See you later. Bye. Bye.”
Dad ended the call.
He kissed his sleeping son on the cheek.