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The Toilet - Part 2
Brad could barely sleep that night - who would've with all the action the passed day had held. He felt an overwhelming sense of guilt about what he'd done. Almost even regret. But he knew that once he got some sleep he'd be looking forward to that afternoon when he would see David again. He wondered if David felt as excited as he did about them seeing each other again.
I just couldn't get my mind of this afternoon. It was the most fucking hot moment of my life, but why did it have to bring so much confusion along with it. Maybe when I see David again, we can talk a bit. I don't even know what he does for a living - I guess some kind of important businessman or something.
I tried to get some sleep, but ended up lying there with 2 loads dried on my chest by the time I had to get up and have a shower. I couldn't believe that even in the shower, I still had thoughts of what happened - and also what I wanted to happen next time. Even crazier thoughts passed my mind - I can't even bear to admit them to myself. As I showered, I got another boner and had to wank again just to feel relief. I ate the cum, dreaming of it having come from David's dick.
My dad knocked at the door, telling me to hurry up. I lived alone with my dad, my mum moved away because they never got along. It was probably because he had affairs - I notice how many new girlfriends he brings home sometimes, locking his bedroom door behind them. But they seem to come and go, maybe they're hookers? But some of them seem nice. They never get to know me, just say hi and I usually never see them again. Sometimes I listen in from the outside of my dad's door. I can hear him groaning and I know it's because he's fucking them. One time I wanked myself as I listened to noises he made.
'Are you finished yet or not?' He yelled from outside the bathroom.
'I haven't washed my hair yet!' I yelled back.
Dad is very liberal, and raised me that way. We don't mind walking around the house in our underwear when it's hot, and we don't care if we're naked around each other. But recently I've noticed his body alot more, and how it makes me feel. He has kind of hazel colored eyes, and short light brown hair. He's more the 6 feet tall and his body is quite stocky and muscular, his best feature is his arms. Lately when he hugs me, I can't help but get a huge boner. The feeling of his arms around me, and the light amount of hair on his chest makes me feel all fuzzy. But I know it's wrong to do any of the kind of things I wish I could do with him, so I try not to think about it.
'I'm busting, I gotta take a shit!'
'Just come in then!'
'I was just about to.'
Dad came in while I was shampooing my hair. The shower curtain was clear so I could see him as he pulled down his pjamas and sat himself on the toilet seat. It wasn't long before he was farting and I heard the shit fall into the bowl.
'Oh yeah that feels so much better'.
The smell filled the bathroom and dad turned towards the shower - seeing that I was watching him.
'Sorry mate, it's not my fault you take so long in the shower.'
'Don't worry I'm definately used to the smell of your shit by now.'
'Haha, yeah, sorry about that.'
He wiped his ass and got up. He pulled his pjama's back on began to walk out. He didn't usually flush the toilet until it filled up a bit because he liked to save water. It didn't matter because it was just us 2 that used to toilet most of the time.
'I need to have a shower, hurry up with that hair you pretty boy!'
'Haha, shutup dad! I'm finished now anyway.'
He walked out to get a towel as I turned off the taps and dried myself.
'Oh fuck now I need to shit now too,' I moaned.
'Hahaha, payback hey?' he laughed.
He got undressed and as I sat on the toilet, I watched his uncut dick flop out as he pulled his white briefs down. He started the taps and got into the shower. I noticed his ass as he walked. It was firm and muscular, with a light amount of hair leading into the crack which was pretty hairy.
I began to let out my shit as he started the shower. It's smell was mixing with the smell of his, and it was completely hot, the fact that he was just beside me having a shower was making me rock hard. As I was shitting, I looked at him starting to lather himself with soap. He had his eyes closed and was rubbing his chest. The soap suds were mixing with the water and his chest fur. I watched as he moved his strong hand down toward his massive dick and its surrounding bush of pubic hair. As he lathered it, he looked at me and again caught me staring at him. He smiled and I noticed his dick was growing at an inredible speed. A last chunk of shit fell out of my ass and he started to rub his dick. He definately wasn't just lathering it - he started going faster! He kept staring at me and I stared at his dick.
I reached down to my dick as I sat on the toilet bowel and lifted my fully erect dick above the bowl and started stroking it. Ever since I was 12, dad always told me that jacking was normal, and that I shouldn't worry about doing it. But I had never done it with him before! I stroked my dick in unison with him, and we now had out eyes on each other and smiled on both our faces. The smell of shit was still strong in the room, and it only made the moment hotter.
I got up and decided to join dad in the shower. We didn't say anything - we let out actions speak. I moved towards him and wrapped my arms around him as the water hit us from above. His cock was squashed hard between both our bodies, and my dick pushed down against his huge balls. I nested my head into his chest as we slowly rubbed each other, feeling the shape of each other's body and exploring places we never appreciated.
I looked into his eyes, I could feel his breath in my face...I just wanted to kiss him. I never could've imagined I'd be kissing my own dad but I was - we were gasping as our tongues attacked each other.
He broke the kiss and turned the shower off. I looked at him in suprise but decided to follow what he was doing. He turned back toward me, place his hand on my head and pushed me to my knees. He smiled at me from above and I stared into his eyes, smiling back.
He pressed his finger onto my chip, opening my mouth up just in time for the flow of piss he directed straight into it.
'That's the way son. Drink it all.'
I obeyed him and drank every drop. It was warm and tasted strongly of man. After he finished his piss, I moved my tongue to his dick and licked the shaft.
As I licked up and down it, his precum oozed onto my nose, and he groaned with pleasure. I looked at him as I took half of his length in. It was packed into my mouth so much I could barely suck it, but I tried my hardest for dad.
I bobbed my head up and down on his length. He moved his powerful body into me, I was gagging but wanted to make sure I could please him. He grabbed my head from behind, getting his cock as far in as he could with each push. He fucked my throat furiously, and now had my nose rubbing into his dark bush.
'I gonna cum son, I gonna fucking cum...oh fuck! Oh yeah, you take your dad's cum and swallow it all! Fuck!'
He kept swearing as he shot rope after rope of hot, thick cum down the back of my throat. I could feel the cum sliding down, and realized I'd never been as happy as now. I had just eaten the cum that made me years ago, and there was nothing more special in the world than that.
'That was great son, fucking great. Let's get washed up otherwise you'll be late for school.'
To be continued...