Initiation - Father - First Night - Sex Stories

Initiation - Father - First Night

... forth at once, and I found myself masturbating several times a day and still finding myself horny, consumed with the lust for men I now acknowledged.

I bought a dildo, and learned how to use it on myself, finding I quite enjoy the sensation of something inside my ass, the thicker the better. I practiced sucking it, learning how to manage my gag reflex and work the length down my throat without struggle. I couldn't stay hard once something was in my ass, but it was still enjoyable when it rubbed against my prostate; I leaked precum like crazy when I had something in my ass.

I was pretty sure I wanted to be a bottom for men, but in my small, rural town, options were slim and it was impossible to find someone without word spreading in town about my sexuality. It wasn't an option I could take right now, but university meant a new location in the city, and was definitely feasible in the future. I've admired my ass in the mirror before, and knew it wouldn't be hard to find a flexible guy willing to fuck the firm, thick ass I inherited from my mother.

One thing I didn't know at the time was the fact that I wasn't the only one hiding something. My family had been hiding something from me my whole life, all of them, and today was the day the truth was going to begin to come out.

I was walking down the hallway to the kitchen around 9pm at night, fetching a glass of water in-between matches of Overwatch (Ana main thank you very much) in my room when I heard the shower ...

... running, and noticed the bathroom door was left ajar by a small margin. The shower was on the side the door swung away from, so the shower, and who was in it, was the first thing that you saw when you opened it to your right. The bar for the shower curtain had broken off when I was a kid -- thanks to my brother, who hung off it like a monkey -- and instead of replacing the bar so we could have a curtain, my parents installed a lock on the door instead for privacy. It wasn't like my parents to leave it unlocked, or ajar when in the shower, though. I paused in the hallway, temptation in front of me. I knew it had to be my Dad inside, and he would be naked.

Bisexuality wasn't the only secret. Since I accepted it, that sexual energy had found an outlet -- or a fixation -- on certain men in my life, one of them being my father. My father, I had to admit, was an attractive man, and he certainly was a man in every sense I was not. Tanned, with the thick build of a man who spent a lifetime as a labourer, standing at 6'2 compared to my 5'6, my father was a man that drew the attention of women -- and gay men -- wherever he went. His hair was sandy and often tousled in a way that looked like he had just woken up and rolled out of bed, but still looked great with minimal effort. He was handsome -- handsome enough to have done modelling when he was my age -- and his looks had only aged like fine wine as he got older. A well-kempt brown beard framed his lower face, streaked with grey now in ...