Commando | A NEW MAN | Tape 2

Finally having sex with my dad was amazing! I can’t even describe it. It was almost too much. I spent days just trying to process it. The thing was that, even though I had wanted it to happen for so long, I never thought it would be right to actually do it. But I never really tried to deal with that because I never thought it would happen. Then, you know, it did.

My hot sexy Dad fucked me. And I loved it. It was the best sex I’ve ever had. I was drunk on it for hours afterwards. Then I felt confused and… guilty? I don’t know. We are both men and we both wanted it, so why should anything else matter? But it wasn’t just that my father fucked me and I loved it: it was also how it made me feel.

I just got out of the Army. Boot camp was all about becoming a man, and then there was coming home and taking charge of my life and making plans for my future. After we had sex, we stayed there on the couch and talked for hours. I told him everything that I had kept secret for the past ten years. I even confessed that I knew about his FurryFuckingBear profile on Instagram.

He said he understood all of the stupid shit I did in high school now, and how he wished I had talked to him, but he also understood why I didn’t feel like I could. He tried to apologize, but I wouldn’t let him. It’s not his fault that he was the best father any boy could dream of having and a total stone-cold hunk to boot. At one point he broke down in tears. I did, too. Finally, we just sat there on the sofa holding each other not saying anything. It felt like forever. It felt like drowning in love and never wanting to be anywhere else or have any other feeling for the rest of my life.

As wonderful and good for us as it was, though, it didn’t make my doubts and confusion go away. That was something I had to wrestle with myself and, for days, I felt like I was losing. The next day, Dad didn’t say much about what happened, although he gave me a bear hug and kissed me on the back of my neck when he came into the kitchen that morning. I realized that he was giving me space to sort things out and the next move was probably mine.

I was laying there in my bed, a few nights later, tossing and turning. I don’t know exactly what I was thinking when I got up and went to his room. I didn’t really go there hoping that he would fuck me again. I just couldn’t sleep, and I guess I just wanted to be close to him. To feel safe and loved the way I did sitting there in his arms on the couch.

I felt kind of silly going into his room and asking if I could sleep in his bed. I hadn’t done that since I stopped having nightmares when I was ten or so. He just smiled and said get in. I layed down and, when I slipped under the covers, I felt his body up against me for a second. He wasn’t wearing boxers! I lifted up the covers and, sure enough, he was fully commando.

Somehow, that missing piece of fabric changed everything. My cock immediately got hard. I commented on him being naked. I mean, he watched me lift the sheet up. He said he stopped wearing shorts to bed when he didn’t have a little boy sneaking into his bed at night. But here I was, lying in bed next to my hot, sexy, naked father. My fingertips were almost burning with the desire to touch him, to feel the muscles on his broad fur-covered chest.

He hadn’t showered since morning and I could smell his musk mixed with the faint lingering scent of his cologne. I wanted to snuggle up against him and bury my nose in his fragrant pit. He reached out and laid his hand on my chest. I know he must have felt my body quiver. He lifted up the blanket and saw my cock swelling in my briefs. I took them off.

His hand caressed my chest, slowly moving down toward my aching cock. Then he rolled over and stared into my eyes with a special expression on his face that I’ve only seen when he’s looking at me. Very slowly, he lowered his head until our lips barely met. I was lost. The only thing I could think about was having my daddy’s fat cock buried inside me again. I wanted it so bad that I could hardly breathe.

We kissed for a long time as his hands traveled over my body and I clung to his shoulders. I could feel myself slipping into that headspace of being my daddy’s little boy, powerless to do anything but worship my strong, wonderful superhero father. He started out by worshiping me, though, sucking my cock into his mouth, balls-deep, and bringing me right to the edge of cumming before he stopped.

He rolled me over onto my stomach and got me on my knees. When I felt his stubbly beard scrape between my cheeks and his tongue thrust at its target, my body melted. My hole opened up eager to let him have what he wanted. He made me ask for it. I had to tell him to put his cock in me and fuck me. At that point, I would have done anything to get him to fuck me.

When he slowly thrust into me, I wanted to scream, “Fuck me, Daddy!” but I couldn’t breathe. I just trembled and moaned, and tried not to shoot my load onto the blanket. He started pounding me hard and I was loving every stroke. It was different being in bed where he could take control and use my ass however he wanted. All I could do was lie there with the weight of his furry, sweaty body on top while his cock plowed into my ass.

He flipped me over, spread my legs wide open and thrust back into me. His eyes were locked with mine. I couldn’t look away and it almost felt like he was fucking my mind along with my body. When I started stroking myself, he brushed my hand away and took over, holding my boycock tight in his big fist. I almost passed out from the sensation.

It felt like he fucked me forever. I barely noticed the pain in my thighs as he pushed them as far apart as they would go. My entire world was my daddy’s cock spearing into my guts and that look on his face. It was love, and, pride, and something else, maybe he was amazed that his son had grown up to be such a good fuck toy.