Pheromones II: The Androstenal Cocktail

(Part 1 from 14)

100% fiction!

It had been two years since my 19th birthday… Two years since my dad and I compared our cocks and tasted each other's cum.

At the end of that summer, I went off to college. I learned a lot there. I learned about politics and it's effects on society. I learned that to coexist, we must have patience and understanding. I also learned that sexuality and preference are not as rigid as we would like to think. It was that last bit that really jarred my brain. After all, I had been beating off for the past couple of years, thinking about the day my father gave me my first blow job. At this point, however, I felt as if that was a one time event. See, Dad and I talked on the phone every single day that I was away. There were a few times I tried to bring up what happened on my birthday, but Dad would shut me down and change the subject. I wanted to talk about it because I didn't want him to feel weird or anything and I wanted to know if there was a chance of it happening again.

Once college had finished, I moved back home with my father… This time, as his roommate. Dad was pretty strict when it came to certain things and being a responsible adult was top on his list. Once I had a job, Dad insisted I pay rent. I was like, "Are you fucking kidding me?!" Dad was all like, (In my best dad voice.) "Bobby, roommates share in the cost of everything, but there are new freedoms that come with paying rent. You are an adult now and you can do as you please." Oh man, was he laying it on thick!

A couple months had passed and I was working full time and paying my fair share of the rent and bills. Things were going great until one weekend I decided to go out with some of my friends. I had a blast and we drank so much… We smoked so much… It felt good to just cut loose and throw my cares to the wind- Until I stumbled in the door at 2:30 in the morning. I'll admit, I wasn't quiet, but Dad was way louder.

"Oh, Bobby," he barked from the living room, "Where in the hell have you been?!"

"F-fuck Dad," I muttered, "Please, don't be a douche tonight."

"What did you say?!"

I moseyed into the living room. Dad was sitting on the edge on the sofa in nothing but his white boxer briefs. Like I said, I was a bit drunk- Shit! I was smashed and was feeling unbridled. Dad and I began to argue about whether or not a roommate should notify the other roommate of said roommate's whereabouts.

"Look, Dad," I slurred, "You said that if I paid rent and bills that I could come and go as I pleased and do whatever I wanted."

"Yes, I did, but it's a matter of respecting one another-"

"Can I or can I not do as I please?!"

"Bobby, you ca-"

"No. No. You said I can do whatever I want and that's just what I am going to do," I stammered out.

"Listen to me," Dad insisted, "I am not trying to be over-"

Suddenly silence.

Dad interrupted himself when he noticed me pulling my t-shirt over my head. He opened his mouth to speak, but then I began to unbuckle my belt. I watched him as he lowered his eyes, scanning the thin line of dark hair that ran down my abdomen. My pants dropped and my dad noticed the form of the stiffening prick in my underwear.

"Bobby," Dad said nervously, "What the hell are you doing?"

"I'm doing as I pleased," I replied. "It's gotten bigger, you know?"

I reached into the waistband of my briefs and slid them down, exposing my hard cock. It bounced out and slapped up against my stomach. Then it maintained a rigid pose that slightly arched upwards. I was so proud at that moment. I looked down and my dick looked huge and bulbous, the head glistening with precum in the low light. I looked up from my cock to see my dad's dick tenting in his briefs. He stared at my prick which seemed to stare back at him with it's one eye.

I dropped to my knees and crawled towards my father. I gently nudged him back on the sofa and placed my hand on his boner. When I looked up, his eye were closed, so I pulled his stiff cock out of his underwear and lowered my head. I never wanted anything so badly as I did at that moment. I just wanted my dad's dick in my mouth. I wanted to taste his precum. I wanted him to push his hard cock deep into the back of my head and shoot his load. I opened my mouth to receive the plumped crown of his prick when he stood up abruptly and said,

"I'm going to bed now."

What the fuck?!

There, I knelt on the floor with my dick leaking precum on my thigh. I looked down and it was still rock hard.

Fuck it.

I stood up and laid down on the sofa. I spit into the palm of my left hand and mixed the saliva with the pre-cum rolling down the ridges of my solid cock. As I lay there stroking my boner, I thought of me sucking my father's dick. I tried to imagine every vein brushing past my lips and his head pumping in and out of my mouth. It felt so good just laying there slowly edging… So good and relaxing that I fell asleep with my dick in hand.

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