Dad's Condom

Part I
Peter reached into the box and grabbed the bag inside. Opened the bag and poured his underwear and socks into the drawer. He had finally moved from his mums, after months of constant fighting she had called his dad and within the week Peter had a job at his dads shop and was moving in. His dad had divorced his mum 10 years ago, just before she turned into the reborn Christian she was now. Peter was happy to be moving to the city because some months back he had finally admitted to himself that he was gay. It all happened when he was visiting his best friend from before kinder garden, who had moved into the city to start college. Peter had visited his dad and then went to see Adrian. As always Peter just barged into Adrians dormroom, and there on the bed he found Adrian beating his meat. It wasn't the first time that he had seen Adrian jerking off, they had done that together a millions times while being teenagers. It was the guy pounding his huge cock into another man on the TV that shocked Peter. Adrian got his pants on in the blink of an eye, but forgot all about the movie he was watching. That night Peter and Adrian had a long talk, and as Peter drove back to his dads he thought about what Adrian had said and before he knew what happened he found himself having the same feelings as Adrian about girls and men. Peter talked a lot with Adrian on the phone over a few weeks and then one day Peter had accepted that he was probably gay. He hadn't had sex with another man, but he was quite sure about it. That's when the arguing started with his mum, she being what she was. And Peter was not going to tell his mum about his new feelings. And now he was unpacking his things in his new room.
His dad had given him one of the two rooms that connected to the bathroom. Usually he would sleep in the room at the other end of the house. But his dad said that with both of them using the bathroom he might as well get the other room that was connected to the bathroom. His dad had the other room. Peters dad had built the house himself and it was the perfect bachelor house. The house was circular, you came through the front door and would walk straight into the livingroom, which was round. At the far end was an alcove where his dad had built a Jacuzzi raised above the livingroom. The sofa was sunken into the ground in a semi-circle and a huge TV in front of the sofa. All the room in the house were placed adjoining the livingroom. There was a trainingroom with sauna, 2 guestrooms, the kitchen connected to a dinningroom, then the jacuzzi, the toilet, dadsroom, the bathroom and then his room. The place was a bit weird and yet it was his dads for as long as Peter could remember. Peter went back to his room and finished unpacking, his dad would be back within the hour. Then he heard his dads car pull up. Peter went into the livingroom as his dad came in. Ever since he had heard Adrian calling his dad a hunk, Peter was finding hard not to look at his dad with the same eyes. At the age of forty his dad was indeed a hunk. He was the classic bearman. His shoulders were twice as wide as his hips. The trainingroom had been used a lot. His dad had always said that after the divorce he had a lot of free time. His skin was sunbronzed and his 6'2" frame was held in place by masses of muscles. The whole thing was finished by covering him from head to toe in dark curly hair. His face had a square jaw and was always covered with stuble. Even when he had shaved his chin showed the dark shadow of stuble, by nighttime it had grown out again. Peter had never seen his dad naked so he didn't even know about his meat, but by the looks of his basket Peter guest there to be a good sized piece there. These last months looking at his dad had been a picture of the kind of man Peter was turned on by, and hoped to find some day. His dad was anti-fag, so telling him about his sexual needs would just get Peter killed. But thinking about the kind of body his dad had was no crime, Peter thought. Many a nights he had dreamt about sucking a man like his dad. Peter was not much smaller or hairless than his dad, but his dad had that type of body were the muscles weren't hard like granite all the time. His dad had said that was a real problem for him, and he wished to have Peters muscles. Peter thought different. The next few days went by as usual when Peter visited his dad, but by the time they got to the weekend his dad asked if Peter wanted to go on the town with him. Peter was really surprised because it was the first time that his dad had asked him to go into town with him.
The truck stopped in front of a cowboybar, and Peter just couldn't believe his eyes, he knew his dad was into the country style thing, but a cowboybar ?!!. The bachelor thing had really gotten to his old man. As the even progressed Peter noticed that the men in the bar were quite nice. They all had the real man look about them, and as the beer kicked in he found himself sexually turned on by the men in the room. His dad was dancing with a girl Peters age, which confirmed his suspicion about the bachelor thing with his dad. By the time Peter was seriously drunk he found himself getting a hard-on just looking at the men he could see. Then his dad was at his side with the young thing he had been dancing with all evening, and they drove home. Half the time Peter slept in the car, but at some point his eyes opened to see the girl grabbing his dads crotch and Peter was sure he saw the contour of his dads cock, but then he fell asleep again. Suddenly his dad was helping him through the door of the house and walking him to the bedroom. He closed his eyes and then opened them again as his dad was taking off his shirt. Peter tried to unbutton his trousers, his dad helped. He was then pushed onto the bed, Peter grabbed his jockeyshorts and took them off and fell promptly asleep, but not before he felt his dad pulling his covers up. Peter woke suddenly, by the sound of pounding and groaning. The groaning sounded like a bear eating a poor victim. Then Peter remembered about the girl his dad had danced with, and got a hard-on just from hearing a man like his dad groaning. There was a loud grunt and then silence, Peter was just about to fall asleep when he heard the bathroom door from his dads open, then the small garbage can being opened, then he heard pissing, not the kind women do, but the pissing of a real horse. The door was shut again and hearing the pissing reminded Peter of the gallon of beer he had drunk. He got out of bed and went to the bathroom, he could hear loud snoring from his dads room. Peter pissed, and looked down and saw that the lid of the garbage can was opened, inside was a filled condom. His dads condom ! Peter didn't know why, but he bent down and took the thing. It was still warm he felt. His cock was rock hard in a second, he closed his door and switched his light on. His dad really did give a big load Peter thought. Peter knew he came a lot more than Adrian and still he didn't fill a condom like the one in his hand. Peter weighed it in his hand and was really turned on that he was holding another mans cum in his hand, even though it was his dads. He grabbed his dick and started jerking, while running the filled condom up and down his chest. The filled tip playing with his nipples, slapping the condom on his dick. Suddenly he wanted to open the condom, he wanted to feel his dads cum. He reached into the dresser and found the scissors. He opened the condom and slipped it onto his hard 8-incher, his dads cum covered the cockhead, this was driving Peter to a total sexual frenzy. He jerked his granite hard cock with his dads condom on. At some point some of the cum had run out and was covering Peter pubs and running down his balls. Peter grabbed the tip of the condom and slipped it of his cock. He was pulling it up towards him and his cock was glistening with his dads seed, as the rest ran out covering his flat stomach, chest and then chin. As the condom reached his mouth Peter moved his hands down to his chest and stomach spreading the liquid. His fist grabbed his meat and as the first drop of cum slipped into his open mouth he jerked his cock and came. His cum hit the headboard and his chin, hid chest and then ran down his hand. He squeezed the last drops out and swallowed the bitter salty taste of his dad. After his body calmed down he ran his hands up and down his chest and stomach mixing the 2 loads, every now and then bringing his fingers up to his mouth licking the salty flavour off them. Peter fell asleep soon after that, with his cum mixed in with his old mans seed covering his entire upper body.
Peter woke up as the light burst through his window. Peter opened his eye to find his dad drawing the curtains aside wearing a pair of boxershorts. "Morning, sport. Hard night?!" he said as he opened the window. "Breakfast in 5 minutes." he turned and move out the door. Peter stretched and suddenly noticed that he was buck naked in bed and his covers were on the floor. Then he remembered the night before and was embarrassed. Then he remembered the condom and looked around, panicking if his dad had seen it in his room. Then he felt it, he was laying on it. Peter sat up, and now understood why his dad had opened the window. The room stank of sex and cum. Peter grabbed his jockey shorts, and slipped them on. Got up and went to the bathroom to washup, then went to the kitchen. His dad was making breakfast standing by the cooker. Peter saw that the girl was nowhere to be seen. "Where's the girl?" he asked as he sat down. "Had work" his dad answered, in a husky voice. Peter looked at his dad as he moved back and forth in the kitchen, Peter seeing his dick moving behind the material of his dads boxershorts. Then Peter thought about it, and to his surprise it dawned on him that it was the first time he had seen his dad in this kind of outfit. Usually he would wear underwear under the shorts. The rest of the day and week went as usual and they soon found a rhythm to their routine. The second weekend was like the weekend before Peter went with his dad to the bar, but didn't get as drunk this time and his dad scored another girl. They went home and his dad fucked the girl, came and went to the bathroom. Peter went to bathroom a while after his dad and found the condom, played with his dads load and came. And so it went on week after week for a couple of months. To Peters amazement he found his dad to be the kind of man that walked around the house in briefs or boxershorts a lot, and by now Peter was very sure that his old man had a big piece between his legs.
Then one weekend Peter didn't feel up to going to town, his dad went and some time during the night Peter went to bed. After some hours of sleep Peter heard his dad opening his door, look in and then turn around without closing the door. Peter could hear his dad whispering and a girl giggling. There was some kissing by the sound of it and then Peter hear a zipper being opened and sucking sound, his dad moaning. Peter had to see for himself, got out of bed and moved up to the door. His dad was standing in front of the door a few feet away, trousers to the ground, hairy ass showing. His hips moving back and forward, the woman was sucking his dad. Peters cock was hard instantly seeing his dad face fuck a woman. She had her hand down her jeans, as she sucked Peters dads cock. Then Peter heard his dad. "Suck my daddy dick, bitch" and she sucked hard and faster. "Suck the head" "hmmmm, that's it." She sucked harder and harder. Peter jerked his cock harder and harder. Suddenly his dad bent down and grabbed the woman under the arms, lifting her up. Peter got a glance of his dads balls, they where big. His dad starter to turn around and Peter hid behind the wall. He heard his dad move and dared a look, but he had all ready moved to the bedroom. Then Peter heard groaning and moaning and the bedroom door banging rhythmically. Peter jerked his dick harder then he heard his dad shout out a loud "AHHH" and came with his dad. The cum hit the door, the floor and then ran down his hands. Peter leaned against the wall next to the door and ate the cum on his hand. He heard some bustling and his dads voice then the door to the bedroom opened and the woman moved out and towards the front door. His dad wearing boxershorts right behind her. Peter then saw his dad kiss her goodbye and turned around, Peter was sure that the dick flooping between his legs under the material was bigger than usual. His dad moved towards the bedroom again. Peter jumped back to bed and had only miliseconds before he saw his dad close his door. Then he fell asleep. The next day his dad was humming all the time. He wore his boxershorts all the time.
The weekend after that was even better for Peter, after they came home his dad went to his usual task of fucking a new woman. Peter lay in bed waiting for him to finish, hearing his dad groan, moan and pounding the living daylights out of the poor woman. His pounding sounded louder than usual and after some time he heard the woman moaning louder and louder. Then he heard his dad cumming, it could have rattled the windows apart. Peters cock had been hard the whole time, waiting for the little bag his dad would throw in the bin. He then heard his dads door open and close. Then his door from the bathroom opened and his dad stuck his head through, Peter had pulled his covers up to his waist Peters heart leapt to his throat and he felt panic mix with sexual craze ! "Hey sport, for you!" And he threw the condom on to Peter. It landed on his chest with a splat. He smiled and closed the door. The cum ran out and down from Peters chest towards his hard meat. Peter removed his covers and grabbed his dick jerking hard. It only took a moment before he came, bursting past his head even hitting the headboard. Then hitting the condom on his chest Peter ran his hands up down his body smearing the cum, tasting it enjoying the smell of it.
The next morning Peter was shaken gently, he woke up to see his dad standing next to the bed wearing a towel. He reached down, took the condom from the night before and held it up. He walked out of the room, shouting back. "Take bath, sport". Peter did just that. When he had dressed he went to the kitchen. To his surprise, the woman he had taken back with him was sitting at the table. "My boy, Peter. Peter this is Mary, from accounting" "Morning" was all he could say, he looked at his dad. He was also dressed. The rest of the day was spent watching TV, reading and at some point Peter went to work out.
That evening his dad and Mary sat in the sofa talking, kissing and Peter decided to go to bed early. By midnight he heard the Jacuzzi and splashing. Peter got out of bed and took a look. His dad was facing towards Peters room and Mary was facing his dad. His dad gave a small blink, the kind most people don't see unless you know the person. He then leaned forward and kissed Mary. They kissed for some time, Peter watching from his room in the shadows, knowing that his dad knew he was watching. His dad kissed Marys neck and mouth then lifted her out of the tub. Sitting her down on the edge. "What about Peter?" she asked in a low voice. "He's sleeping." his dad answered even though he had seen him. They kissed more, Peter was glued to the scene in front of him. His dad took her bikini top off, bent down and sucked her tits, then he went lower and took her bikini bottoms off. Went between her legs, Peter could hear him sucking and moaning. She was moaning too. She then grabbed his face, lifting him up so he stood in the tub. Peter couldn't see much of his dad since she was shielding him from Peters view. Peter could see her slipping his dads swimming shorts down. His dad bent and placed the trunks next to Mary, Peter then heard her moan and knew by the way his dad moved that he was sticking his hard dick into her. His dad moved in and out of her, she leaned back and Peter could now see his dad face on. He could see right down his dads frame to the black pubs and every now and then the huge root that was the base of his dads meat. His dad fucked her good, but he alway managed to hide his dick from Peters view. They fucked for a while, then Mary got up said something to his dad, he answered her. They both took their swimming suits on and got out of the water. Peter saw his dads cock filling his trunks, but couldn't figure out exactly how big he was. Peter moved further back into the shadows as they passed his room, and then heard his dads door slam shut. Then came the pounding, grunting, moaning and finally him cumming. Peter pulled his covers all the way to his chin as he heard his dads bathroom door open. Then his bathroom door opened and his dad wearing a bathrobe came in. "Hey sport, want it?!"Peter just stared up at his dad. He lifted his eyebrow, Peter nodded hoping he wouldn't kill him now. His dad reached into the robe and removed the condom. The whole time his cock was hidden in the robe. Then Peter saw the condom, filled with his dads seed. His dad sat down next to Peter on the bed and with his free hand reached up, and took hold of the covers. With a little force his dad yanked the covers down. His dads hand flat on Peter moved the covers down his chest towards his crotch. The anticipitation of his dads hand moving down his chest and stomach was both deadly frightning and sexually intense. Just as his hand reached Peters navel he stopped, and with his other hand he poured his cum unto his boys hairy chest. Squeezing every last drop out. He looked at it as it ran down Peters chest, down his stomach. Some of his cum touched his thumb, then his dad lifted his cum covered finger touched his thumb on Peters square chin leaving a drop sitting there. Peters mind was totally turned on, the fire of sexual frenzy burning in his eyes. His dad got up and moved very quickly back to the bathroom, without looking back. Peter saw the door shut and flung his covers aside, looking down he saw his cock pulsating in rhythm with his heart. His hand reached his cock, stroked twice before Peter couldn't take more of it. His cum exploded out of him, more than ever. Four spurts of cum hit his headboard and face, the last three blasts landed on his chest and stomach. Peter reached up to his stomach and tried to scrape as much cum as he could onto his hand. The cum filled hand went straight for his mouth filling it with salty manhood from his dad and himself.
The next morning his dad stuck his head through the bathroom door to Peters room. "Hey sport, get up we've got to go to work. And take a shower, don't want you stinking in the shop when the customers come." Peter opened his eyes looked at his dad, pulling the covers off. He got up and went to the bathroom. The door to his dads room closed as per normal since he moved in. He pissed and flushed. As he turned from the toilet the door to his dads room opened. His old man came in wearing a towel around his waist, and looked at Peter standing buck naked. His eyes went up and down Peters body, Peter was only half awake so he didn't even have time to react on his dad barging in like that. Then his dad reached into the shower turned the water on and before Peter could think he was guided by his father to the shower. He was shoved in. His dad rummaged around until Peter was finished. Peter was having a hard time not getting a hard-on. His dad would see in a second since the shower was a cylinder of clear glass. The whole time his cock was semi hard. Peter opened the shower door reached over to the wall for a towel, as his dad moved back to his room. Peter found the wall devoid of towels. "Oh, here you can have mine!" his dad said reached down took hold of his towel. He was facing away from Peter as the towel slipped of his hips. He turned his upper body throwing the towel towards Peter never showing his cock. All Peter saw was his dads hairy ass, covered in black curly hairs still damp from the shower. And for a split second Peter was sure he saw his dads dick as he turned into his room. Standing with his dads towel in his hand his cock swelled to full hardness. It was almost impossible for him not to think about his dads naked body. Peter hurried to his room, hiding his hard meat in case his dad suddenly decided to return. "Hurry up in there!" came a shout from his dads room. Peter hurried to find a jockey and slipped it on. Then his jean and a t-shirt. As the day passed by he found himself remembering the night before and his dads bathroom scene. The jockey shorts and jeans turned out to be a real bad idea. The whole day his cock swelled and his mind just couldn't concentrate. "Oh, sport. Mary will be coming tonight around nine, but she will have to leave soon after again. Something about her husband!" His dad had said sitting next to Peter over lunch. "So I hope you can make yourself scars for ½ hour or so. Maybe you could pump some weighs and then go to bed after." The last thing had that fatherly order tone. And as he said it he looked down between Peters legs. The comment and look was enough to bring Peters cock to life again, he tried to hide it by leaning forward over the table. His dad just grinned took his plate and cup, stood up and went back to work.