My Love for Brian
I came home from work and was ready to unwind when I realized that dad was not there yet. I found it weird because he was usually back before me. Nevertheless, I went inside and began to change out of my suit and put on some shorts before warming up some food. While I was in the kitchen, dad came in and sighed as he usually did. I felt for him, single dad, divorced with a 27-year-old stepson living at home couldn’t have been easy on him. I did my part to lighten his stress by providing outlets for him to let loose and not be the hard-ass foreman he was at work at home.
"Welcome home, Dad. How was your day?" I asked as I took out a plate and served him some of the leftover lasagna, I warmed up for myself.
"It was horrible, buddy. I need to relax before I start going bald." He came towards me and hugged me. I hugged him back, feeling his hard body gained from years working construction. When we separated, I smiled at him, and he leaned down and gave me a kiss. We made out a bit before he and I separated, and he went to get a beer from the fridge.
"At least you’re home, right?"
"Yeah, with my favorite guy." He replied. He was hot, literally and, well... literally. We had been going through a heatwave and he had to be on site most of the day. I was indoors but even the short distance I had to walk to my car was unbearable with the full suit and tie getup I had to wear for work. I could only imagine him sweating through his plaid shirt, dripping as the sweat traveled down his meaty pecs, down his hairy body….
I’d loved this man ever since I graduated from college. When he divorced the second time, I asked him to move in with me. Sure, the apartment I had at the time was not a mansion, but we made it work. After some years and promotions, I was able to upgrade to a nice home in the suburbs. Dad continued as a foreman, and I stayed in the corporate world until they brought up the opportunity to get my MBA in a Ivy league school that my company partnered with.
"How was your day, buddy?" He asked as he was taking a sip from his beer. I shook my head and smiled, "Good, I got an exam tomorrow, but it's nice to have a night off." I was doing grad school part time. It was a great deal: my company was footing the bill and there was an implicit promise of a promotion after. But the evening classes and the weekends devoted to homework were kicking my butt. Thankfully, I had a great support system in my stepdad
After warming up the food, I brought it to the table, and he and I ate in silence. Dad was always tired, always stressed, and it was hard for me to look at him like that. He'd always warned me not to go into a manual labor profession, and I'd taken every bit of his dreams for my own future and tried to live up to them, and more. When I graduated the first time, I said that this was our degree, not just mine. This new MBA would be just as much as his as it was mine.
When dinner was over, I got the dishes and Dad began to undress, "I’m taking a shower son. I don’t want to keep the scent of the site on me any longer."
"I don’t mind it, dad..." I smirked at him.
He shook his head and came towards me, "You like your old man smelly?" He whispered in a hushed raspy tone.
"You smell like a man, dad." I responded with confidence as I finished unbuttoning his plaid shirt.
"How did I get so lucky with you, bud?" He replied before we began to make out again. My fingers felt his hard rounded muscle, dusted with his fur. Dad was big all over, beefy and strong, but his chest was the centerpiece of it all - big and round pecs that felt like stone beneath my fingers.
We stopped making out and he got on his knees, "My shower can wait but I think my corporate son needs to relax with a nice blowjob from his old man," Dad was rubbing his hand over my bulge before looking up at me again, "let me service this cock, son."
"Aren’t you tired too?" I asked, but selfishly, yeah, I wanted this as well.
"This helps me relax," he smiled and then fished out the cock from shorts and started to blow me. He was skilled, after several years of blowing me, he had learned what I liked. I never got tired of my construction worker stepdad - my tan, muscled, hairy, beefy, sexy construction worker dad, who was more than willing to get on his knees and suck my cock whenever I needed “relaxing.” In my mind, he justified the blowjobs he expertly gave as doing it for “my son’s pleasure, not mine.” That was a facade, since every time he shot his own load, his mouth was connected to my cock. The old man loved sucking my cock just as much as I liked getting blown.
"Dad, I’m getting close, Dad, fuck, I’m getting—"
I shot and my dad greedily sucked and sucked until every drop was in his mouth and down his throat.
"Good load, buddy,” he grinned as he leaned back, a proud smile on his gruffly handsome mug. “Now, time to take my shower." He kissed my cock and got up to head to the master bathroom.
The sex was great, incredible as always, but I still kept thinking about how stressed Dad had become. That evening, I talked to him about letting me have most of the responsibility for the house and its finances. I told him that I could let him do less and I'd tried to get him to talk about finances. Maybe it was putting the cart before the horse, but in my head, I'd be earning a lot more by 30 and ready to ensure dad and I were financially stable enough for him to look for something more relaxed or retire outright.
I was ready to make sure dad was not so stressed all the time.
"Buddy, it’s fine how things are. I’m fine." He said, but then I continued.
"Dad, you’re stressed, and I don’t blame you at all. I have enough money to make sure that we can live comfortably. Especially after this promotion, you could potentially retire."
"I don’t..." he started to object. Then he sat back up and took off the reading glasses he had on to read his iPad, "Son, I’m happy. Being with you, making sure you’re happy, I’m fine. No need to worry about me. I’m your dad, that’s my job."
"And my job as your son is to make sure you are happy too. I’m not happy to see you so stressed." I got closer to him and began to fondle his pecs and nipples, "This, us, I’m happy... but seeing you stress over your job, that does not make me happy."
He took in what I was saying but was stubborn ol’ man. "In some ways, I’m old school. I am the stepdad so that means I am supposed to oversee the finances and everything that has to do with the household. I can’t just let it go…"
"You are in charge of people at work all the time. You have a lot of responsibility; I can take some for you dad. I want to do that for you. Think about it, yeah?"
"You’re so good to me, son." He kissed me before he traveled down my body, ready to give me another blowjob, "You going to give me something to help me have a good night sleep?" He winked at me. Then I felt my dad's wet lips and soft tongue start working my hardon again. As he slowly sucked and bobbed and then went further down on me, I tried to rack my brain to remember the last day the man hadn't gotten me off at least twice.
I couldn't remember but i knew I was damn lucky.
We didn’t talk about finances anymore and went back to the same routine. Dad was great and loving, but he was also a stubborn man. Maybe I had his stubborn streak, too.
In the spring I graduated and got my promotion at work officially. I got a raise and a new office. It was something I was excited for. I was already doing some of the work of the new position to get used to the new processes, but as soon as my contract was renewed and everything was official, I invited dad to see my new office. He came wearing a plaid shirt and dark jeans.
"Wow, my son, the executive." He was impressed.
"Junior executive," I corrected him. Mind you, my company handed out VP titles like candy, but I was proud and prouder that Dad was proud. I closed the door and lowered the blinds. It was late afternoon, and most people were leaving, but I wanted to show Dad that everything he and I worked for was beginning to pay off.
He turned around and damned if he didn’t tackle me to the wall. He was kissing me, ******* me and pawing at my body.
"You look so fucking handsome in your suit and tie, buddy." He whispered as he felt the silk tie, he had given me for one of my birthdays.
I bit my lip, "Dad..." My heart was beating fast and the anticipation of what was going to happen was beginning to make me get a hardon in my dress slacks.
"Let me show you how proud I am of you buddy." He whispered and then undid his shirt, button by button, he slowly began to reveal that beautiful hairy body and got on his knees. He undid the zipper of my slacks and fished out my cock, "Executive cock… fucking A, son... you’re making one of my fantasies come true."
Up until now, I thought his career dreams for me were about my financial success in life, but I was starting to get the feeling my stepdad was into professional dudes. The fact I was his turned on by him made his turn-on that much deeper.
The big man took his time, it was a slow session, edging me as I stayed pressed against the wall. I took off my tie and put it around his neck. We had never done something like this and since it was a first, I gave it a shot. We were pretty vanilla, more so because I could tell dad had hang ups. My old man was momentarily surprised but growled as I slipped the silk tighter around his neck. I tightened the tie and pulled him towards my cock. He got into it, doubling his efforts as I messed up his hair, "Come on, dad, suck your boy’s cock."
He nodded.
"You like that?" I growled. "Your son, the executive, is making you into his personal flesh-light."
That got a deep, heavy moan from the guy. I got rock, fucking, hard. In all our time together, I never got verbal like this. I never imagined my buddy-buddy blue-collar dad would be remotely into it. This was new territory for both of us. His reaction, the intensity of his blowjob, I couldn’t handle it and blew in his mouth. It felt like an eternity, but he continued to suck until every drop was taken in. When he took my cock from his mouth, some spit got on his chest. I got on my knees and rubbed the saliva all over his hairy pecs and munched on his nipples.
"Buddy..." He cradled my head, applying slight pressure to get me to bite his nipple more.
I bit and pulled; dad groaned but he never told me to stop. He pulled me up and kissed me deeply. I took off my suit jacket and rolled on the floor with him, making out, celebrating this new phase in our life.
We stopped when we heard a knock on the door telling me goodnight. I said good night, my voice hoarse but as soon as I cleared my throat, I said goodnight again and saw dad catching his breath against the wall.
I crawled and stayed next to him until I spoke, "So this was a fantasy of yours?" I asked. My white shirt was wrinkled, my suit jacket discarded on the floor, my pants dirty from the fibers of the carpet. My face flushed from a good rutting. Dad looked at me and responded with a "Yeah," with an uncharacteristic blush.
"What else do you fantasize about, dad?" I asked as he rubbed his palm. He stayed quiet but I began to get an idea when I saw the red tie near him.
"I don't know, Kyle" he began, "You're going to think less of me, son?"
"Course not," I replied. We’d been carrying on our crazy father-son affair for years, and it blew my mind that there was more to discover.
He nodded and ran his fingers along my dress shirt. "When you took control... that was very hot."
I grabbed his hand, caressing it with my fingers as he felt me up. I wasn't going soft and worried I wouldn't soon. "That turned me on, too, Dad. Maybe a little too much."
He gave me a concerned look. "We don't have to, Kyle."
I patted his hand. "Believe me, Dad. I want to. Just don't want you to feel less than… you know," I laughed.
He laughed along. "Well, let's talk about more at home, OK, buddy?"
I straightened up as best as I could. I was still quite disheveled, and dad was too, but we made do with what we had and left the office smelling of sex. I left the door ajar hoping to air out some of the scent. Hopefully the cleaning people would not suspect anything. Office sex may have been risky, but I knew I'd be wanting to do that again. And from the glint in Dad's eye, I suspected he was thinking the same thing.
We picked up some takeout and a six pack on the way home. I always shuddered when we pulled up into our suburban driveway, looking like a normal son who's a temporary roommate was his father to save some money, or biding my time till I met the right girl. On the other hand, we did move to a suburb where no one knew us and could only assume who we were. No one ever asked us, and we never clarified. There was a mystery surrounding us and that made it hotter for me. Inside this home, we were stepdad and son but so much more. Maybe even husbands someday…
After dinner, I brought up finances again. We were doing good month-by-month, but I knew we could refinance the mortgage, invest our spare cash more wisely, and start stocking away extra for our future. Dad still bristled at my bossy tendencies when it came to money. He had the experience of taking care of a family and being man of the house when I was in my teen years, but I knew more about personal finance now. I just wanted him to not need to burden so much.
Still, he was more open to it this time. Not saying no outright. Asking me questions. Not giving up control, but not being the normal Brian Peterson.
But even as we talked about the dullest, most boring stuff possible, his eyes shifting, looking at me with… lust. In the mood for round two or maybe he was just responding to my own lust for him. Having a stepdad around, living with him, supercharged my sex drive.
He finished off his beer and shot me a smirk. "Feel like hitting the bed a little earlier tonight, buddy?" he asked.
I think the office sex had amped up his libido. Me, I was just horny. "Yah," I said.
We both got up from the table and it was unmistakable, both of us men were horned up. My cock strained my shorts and dad had opted to go pant less, only wearing boxer briefs and an old college t-shirt of mine. Every time this man wore my clothes, it made me feel closer to him and as horny as hell.
Something was different that night. As we headed to our room, not saying anything, there was a feeling that something had shifted. The atmosphere was supercharged, I felt warm and giddy. Dad kept looking at me and smirking that damn sexy smirk. Once in the room, we planted ourselves to opposite sides of the bed and did a slow strip tease for one another.
Dad had refused to go into detail about his relationship with my mom ("too close to home, buddy"), but I gathered his second wife didn't like how much of a sex drive the man had. She was fucking crazy, I thought, as I watched him peel off my shirt that was snug on his frame and slowly lower his underwear.
"Fuck, you have a beautiful cock, son," he hissed as I finally slipped out of my briefs. I had my dad's length but had some extra girth. A lot of extra girth, to be truthful. I'm not sure where it came from, but my stepdad seemed to enjoy it.
He kicked off his underwear and joined me naked on the bed a few seconds after I'd climbed onto the mattress. Our bodies connected and we kissed, making our way to a fully reclined position to make out. It was electric. There was never a moment in all this time we were together where the kiss lacked chemistry or passion. This man had the most talented mouth on a construction worker. His kisses were everything you read about in the hottest erotica or saw in movies.
In the midst of the make out session, I ended on top of him. My body on his, his hands on my back pulling me closer to him. His groans of pleasure as I placed my weight on him. I don't know if I took the initiative to roll on top of him, or Dad pulled me into that position. Nevertheless, my mind wandered to what he was thinking. I thought maybe he'd ask me to fuck his face. I had to go easy with that but occasionally he was in the mood for that. That was as far as ‘kinky’ our sex would get.
"You want to fuck me, Kyle?" Dad asked. Paternal, friendly, and vulnerable all at once. I looked at him and if he wanted to know, my twitching cock on his belly was answer enough.
We'd tried that a couple of times. Dad at first swore that wasn't for him. Neither of my attempts was successful, it just hurt too much attempting to breach the tightness of his cherry. I didn't harp on it, or press it, but dad knew the idea turned me on. "Yeah?" I asked, surprised.
"Go slow, OK?" He urged.
"God, yeah," I grunted. I kissed him deeply then started kissing along his neck and upper body, gradually working my way down.
Dad realized I was going to try to rim him. His hand reached out to stop me. "Don't think I'm up for that buddy. Sorry," he said.
I looked into his eyes. Those loving daddy eyes. The man treated me right every night, and I wanted to make sure he was into every bit of this. "Sure thing, Dad," I replied. I reached for the lube I used on the rare occasions I had to stroke off on my own. Like I said, it had been a while.
I guess the stuff doesn't go bad, I thought, as I undid the cap and squirted some on my fingers. Then more.
My fingering was slow, real slow. Dad hissed some but seemed OK with it. I even got two fingers in and out easy as anything and had my stepdad's hole stretched around a third. It was time.
I lubed up and scooted in place. Dad complied by pulling his legs back and wide, showing off his mature, furry hole that was like a hit of poppers to me. Or coke. Or heroin, or something. I just knew my dick was rock hard seeing that unviolated dad pucker and my thick dick lining up for it.
I went as gently as I could, nudging, teasing that ring before applying some real pressure.
"Oh fuck, slow!" Dad gasped. His hand reached out to touch my chest, stopping me, and his eyes looked up in a plea. I bit my lip and took a deep breath and backed off a bit.
I nodded and realized I'd have to take it slower. I leaned in and made out with him, trying to get his mind off the pain. That seemed to relax the big guy. His beefy body relaxed on the bed beneath me. I tried not to break the kiss as I tried again. Even slower.
Fuck, it didn't work. Dad let out a yelp like I'd stabbed him. "God, that fucking hurts," he cried as he broke our kiss. No more pleading in his eyes, just a lot of pain and frustration.
I rolled off him. My hardon was gone, replaced by my concern for him.
"Sorry, Kyle," he said, softly, contritely. "I know you wanted it, bad."
I sighed. "Come on, Dad. You got to want it, too. If I wanted to fuck something I'm not invested in, I’d buy a blow-up doll."
He turned and faced me, with a hangdog look on his gruff face. "That's the thing, son. I do want it. I want to make you happy, give you that pleasure. It's just... my body doesn't seem to cooperate." He looked down at my softened dick. "I guess I kind of killed the mood, huh?"
"You didn't kill anything, Dad," I said, pulling him into a soft kiss. It was a romantic, reassuring kiss, but pretty soon we got each other worked up again. Before I knew it, I was rock hard. And dad's fist circling around it, feeling amazing with the lube job I'd given myself.
"Damn," I hissed, pulling back and looking down to where dad was giving me a hand job. We'd never done this and while it would probably never be my preferred sex act, it felt amazing just then.
"You like that buddy?" Dad growled playfully, his breath on my ear, his tongue flicking at the earlobe as his fist continued working my tool. "Fuck... I love taking care of my boy." He admitted aloud.
I turned to look at him and he held his gaze on me. I loved this man and even more because he wanted to give me his all. "You’ll take care of me, right dad?" I asked, gulping at my question. ************ I thrust some into his greased fist.
"Let your old man take care of you son. That’s my job, to make sure you’re satisfied." Dad pumped me some more, looking down at my meat before looking back up at me. "Earlier, bud... when you were on top of me.... I was so fucking proud of my hot executive son.... ready to take charge."
"Oh shit," I gulped. I didn't feel like I was taking charge then. Dad was playing me like a fiddle, just like he was playing with my cock.
His lips formed a sexy leer. "You like that, huh, son? Being in charge?"
"Hell yes," I replied, gaining my voice and admitting the fantasy that had been latent. Dad was tapping into it big time that day. "I don't mean any disrespect to you, sir," I said. I hadn't called him Sir since I was like 16. But the emotions were pouring out. "But that idea.... of being man of the house... oh fuck!"
My cum was shooting. I knew I was on the edge, but that orgasm hit hard and fast, by surprise.
"Shoot it, buddy!" Dad encouraged, milking me harder. "My hot fucking stud."
I felt like I had left my body that's how hard this orgasm had been, feeling a sudden lassitude hit me with the post-coital endorphins. My body jerked as I felt Dad kiss my belly and lick up my jets of semen. Then I felt his mouth encircle my prick, unconcerned about the lube there. Sucking me all the way down. I had a reflexive reaction to the overstimulation and almost pushed Dad off.
But the second I touched his shoulder; I had second thoughts. I knew the sensitivity would go away and that I'd enjoy another BJ. I circled my dad's delt muscle and held him to work him up and down my bone.
It was the weekend before Dad brought up the idea again.
"Kyle... you got a minute?" he asked as I came in from mowing the lawn. We split the household duties but given that dad worked hard in the hot sun day in and day out, I tried to tackle the major yard work.
"Yeah, Dad... what's up?"
He got me a cold soda from the fridge and pulled up a chair to our kitchen island where we had a lot of our meals. Dad had a barely concealed look of excitement on his face as he started in.
"So, I've been thinking... I guess I have a lot of hang ups when it comes to sex...."
I laughed. "Dad, you're the last guy I'd say has any hang ups." I mean, the guy had blown me in the shower that morning. And then asked if I wanted seconds. "Seriously, you're incredible."
He grinned, pleased at the compliment. But he continued. "I do though. The other night, I really wanted to bottom for you. But I just have a hard time giving up control."
I grimaced. "Dad, we don't got to. If it's not fun for both of us, I don't want to do it."
Dad was anticipating that answer. "Tell me the truth, Kyle. Would you enjoy fucking me, right?"
I didn't have to ponder the answer. "I would," I admitted. "That doesn't mean..." I started.
Dad interrupted. "Buddy, of course we don't have to.. But I think I found a solution." He picked up his iPad and clicked on the screen then pushed it my way.
There was a webpage with big bold lettering. "HYPNOTHERAPY..., a way to take back control of your life by using our services. You too can overcome challenges and learned behaviors stopping you from being the best you."
Dad watched excitedly as I read it. "I found them through an online forum…" I raised my eyebrow and he blushed, "I’ve been thinking about it for a while now, buddy… I want to be able to give you my all and found a forum with guys with similar issues as mine, unable to bottom for their partner and well… A lot of services don't let you use it for sex therapy, but several guys had good experience with this company. They said it was worth every penny."
"You want me to undergo hypnosis?" I asked slowly. I loved my dad but sometimes he could have wacky ideas.
He chuckled and shook his head, "No buddy, I want you to hypnotize me. You know, kind of get me past my mental roadblocks."
God, he was serious. I felt a flush of heat. There was something powerfully hot about the idea, but it also felt wrong. "Dad, I don’t know that it works like that."
"Won't you even fucking give it a try?" I'd never seen Dad upset at me like this, at least not in a while. "Listen... I called them and they assured me that they could do virtual training if need be." He was giving me that hound dog look of his that was hard to say no to. "It'd be an hour consultation with me and then a three-hour mini course for you. I figure after all those econ classes you'd be a quick study," he smirked.
"I'll think about it," I said.
That seemed to cheer him up and he stood up and came over and patted my shoulder. "Love you so much, buddy," he said. "I just want to find a way to make you happy."
"You do, Dad," I replied then felt his strong muscle get closer behind me and his hand travel down my sweaty T-shirt, feeling up my chest muscle. I thought dad had drained me pretty good earlier, but I was boning up, fast. "Dad... when was the last time you edged me?"
I heard his soft chuckle. "Beats me, buddy... beach vacation last year?" He patted my pec muscle and gave my head a soft kiss. "Why don't you go shower up? I'll put on a Sox game, and we'll see if I can get you to hold off blasting till the eighth inning, OK?"
I laughed and turned around to meet his kiss.
The next day dad went into my home office, shut the door and did his one-on-one consultation. I spent the afternoon online with a mild-mannered guy. Handsome dude in his early 30s, he had that tech-bro attire on, but he had a way of making me feel at ease with him. He asked me about myself and my goals in life. We hadn't told the company we were stepdad and son of course, but I talked in general terms about my relationship with dad.
"Would you say he was a father figure for you? In your relationship..." His tone wasn't judgmental.
"Definitely," I said, and he nodded, writing some stuff down.
Then it was twenty questions about our sex life. I hesitated at first but decided to be honest and do this, for Dad.
That was the first hour. The next hour was the man describing the process - the Protocol as he called it. Dad would be asked to listen regularly to a recording, a mix of repeated words and white noise. I was given the trigger words and told how and when to use them. Beyond that there was a general script, but Tech Bro told me I’d have to use and adapt it, almost improvise. It was a method more than anything.
“It’s easier than it sounds, Kyle,” he explained. “You’re in finance, right? Think of it as a flow chart or business strategy plan. You respond to Brian’s psyche.”
The man warned me about what not to do, but also allayed my concerns. "Kyle, Brian is doing this because he wants to. You can't make him do what he doesn't want to, deep down. Just remember that."
"Yeah," I said, trying to convince myself. Part of me was convinced this was all a sham and it wouldn't work. And part of me was afraid it would work all too well.
"I believe you're going to enjoy this, too," he finally said. I kind of zoned out a little, because the next thing I remember was the Tech Bro's voice. "You feeling relaxed?"
"Yeah, I am," I replied.
"Good," he said. I've sent you the link to a recorded video that will walk you through the hypnosis you're going to perform on Brian. Watch a few times before you actually do it."
With that, he signed off.
I gave it a week. Each night, Dad would come home, tired from work. We'd have dinner, he'd blow me and the hour before bed, he'd listen to the recording, headphones on as he lay on the couch, eyes closed. I took the time to review the instructional video.
On Friday, I got an email from the company. "Watch this and you'll be ready."
I found myself surprisingly thrilled to click the link. It was a video conference recording, only with my dad in center frame. The familiar bookshelves and posters from my home office were in the background, and I realized it was from Dad's initial consultation. Only the video started halfway in, after the preliminaries.
The man's voice was a different man’s, deeper and more seductive and monotone. "That's it, Brian... let those eyelids get heavier and heavier.... don't need to fight it. Just let it feel good."
Dad nodded and as the voice droned on in its hypnosis chant, I saw him finally relax. At first nothing seemed to be happening but then I saw dad's shoulders lean in and then his head slumped forward.
The voice became more assertive, "Good, Brian. How do you feel?"
"Relaxed..." Dad said in a monotone voice.
"That’s good to hear. Every time you hear the phrase ‘power down’ you will revert to this state, is that clear?"
"Yes..."
I was so fucking hard watching this. Particularly because I realized Dad had given up control for my sake.
"Now, let’s begin…"
I listened to how the man guided dad and how he brought him back. I was jotting down notes. When dad came back to, it was as though he was waking up from a deep sleep.
"How do you feel?"
"Relaxed, as though I just went on vacation. Thank you." Normal Dad voice, groggy from having ‘woken up.’ It was wild seeing that happen. I don’t think my father was just playing along. We were paying good money for this and if it was not working, Dad would say so.
Then the video stopped.
I was horny all afternoon. Dad sensed something was off when I got home. Friday is normally our unofficial dad-son date night. And when Dad came into the living room, he saw I was sitting nervously.
"Something wrong, Kyle?" he asked, unbuttoning his plaid work shirt. It was unusual for Dad to call me by my name unless he was mad, worried or we were at a work event, though those were rare before my promotion.
"Just a tough day at work," I lied. I forced a smile. "Why don't you get dressed and we'll go out and grab a bite."
That seemed to relax Dad as he smiled before turning to go to the room and get ready. He was looking great when he walked back to the living room wearing a clean polo shirt that hugged his beefy body and some jeans.
"Ready son? I'm starving."
I perked up over dinner but when we got home, I patted Dad's meaty shoulder once we walked into the living room. "Power down," I said, my body shaking with the nerves of what I was doing.
I honestly didn't expect this to work as easily as it did, but at hearing his trigger, Dad’s face went slack, his hands dropped to his sides and his eyes became glazed. I gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"How do you feel?" I asked. Dad acknowledged the question but did not look at me nor register who I was.
Instead, he answered while concentrating at a point in the distance. "Relaxed and calm..."
I tried to remember the protocol. I was glad I'd watched the instructions multiple times since the words came to me readily; "Good... you know that every time you are in this state, you feel relaxed and calm, correct?"
"Yes... relaxed and calm." God, his voice was so sexy, deep and soft like this.
"Kyle put you in this place because he loves you very much. Repeat after me, ‘Kyle loves me.’"
"Kyle loves me."
"Again."
"Kyle loves me."
"Good. Kyle knows you have a hard time showing him you love him." I had to give the company credit; they'd come up with a hypnosis protocol specifically tailored to our needs.
"I do," Dad's reply came. "I love my boy so much."
My heart pounded. Dad was looking in my direction but not focusing on me as he spoke. He was open to everything I would be saying to him while in this state and he would answer my questions truthfully and with no hesitations.
"How do you want to show him your love, Brian?" It gave me a thrill to call my old man by his first name.
"I want Kyle to fuck me," Dad said simply, "I know that would make him happy."
Pretty much, things had gone to script so far, but the protocol was more about a set of prompts and ways to deal with the truth of the response.
"Will you do that for him?" I asked, a horny **** in my throat. "Will you make your son happy?"
Dad nodded. "I want to, but I couldn't… I can’t."
"Why is that Brian, why can’t you give your son this one thing?"
"Because I'm a man. Men don't get fucked."
Jesus. The man had some issues I wasn't prepared for. But it made sense my butch, blue-collar dad would have some issues about bottoming. I stepped up and touched his face. He didn't flinch and didn't lean into the caress, but he smiled dreamily.
"Kyle is a man, right?" I asked. I was adlibbing some, but this was basically following the protocol. Leaning into the resistance.
Dad nodded, "He is. My son is the sexiest man I know."
I was getting rock hard now. I walked backwards as I began to take off my clothes. I rubbed my cock to feed the pleasure and continued.
"You think your son is a sexy man and you love your boy very much… Do you think Kyle should be the one getting fucked instead?" I asked. This wasn't scripted but was part of the jiu jitsu move of taking the man's hangups and using them against him.
Dad's brow creased for a second then the calm returned. "No. Kyle does the fucking."
I was dripping now. I let go of my prick and stepped a little closer. I could smell the Irish Spring or whatever fucking soap he uses at the end of a hard day. "I want you to remember that, Brian," I said. "I want you to remember that Kyle does the fucking."
A part of me felt low for trying to get Dad to put out for me like this. But I remembered what the Tech Bro had said about Dad only doing what he'd want to do deep down.
My father's tranced response was automatic. "Kyle does the fucking."
I nodded. "I want you to think about that. A few times a day at least. Think about your sexy stud of a son. The executive, fucking you, seeing the love you have for him. Show your boy that you love him by giving him what he wants. And when you do, it will give you a sense of happiness and pleasure."
"Happiness and pleasure," he repeated.
"And when you feel him on top of you, his weight on top of you, you will feel safe and content."
"Safe and content."
I wasn't 100 percent perfectly sure if I was doing this right. Dad was zoned out to be sure, but I worried he was just repeating whatever the fuck I said. So, I asked, "Why is that?"
Dad's answer had surprising clarity, as it was his normal voice speaking to me. "Because my son is a man. And men fuck, men don't get fucked."
Maybe it would take me a while to deprogram that nonsense from him, but a shallow side of me was getting turned on by the way Dad talked in such primitive, black-and-white terms about fucking.
"Good," I instructed. "Now..." It was time to return to the Protocol. "I want you to envision an empty room. An empty white room. Totally white. Blindingly white..."
"Yes..."
I moved back away from him, a few paces away.
"Good. I want you to concentrate on my voice. As I begin to count to five, you will be walking towards a door. Kyle will be there, walking with you, making sure you are taken care of."
Dad took a breath and nodded, his big chest rising and falling.
"You do not need to do this alone," I continued. "Kyle will be with you every step of the way. I’m going to count to five and once I get there, I want you see the door. When we get to the door, I’ll tell you what will happen next." Dad didn’t respond but nodded as he began to concentrate on what I was saying.
"One... you are walking forward..." Dad began to walk towards me, "two... you are reaching out to hold Kyle’s hands, he alone brings you comfort and relaxation..." Dad reached towards me and soon as my hands touched his, he held on to them with a firm grip... "three, we are walking to the door I mentioned. It’s getting closer... four, we are almost to the door... Five, we are here..."
"I can see it," Dad said softly. It's bright but I can see it." His voice was deep but excited.
"Open the door. What do you see?" I asked. The Protocol was about the implantation of a suggestion and the reinforcement of that before the session was over.
"Our bedroom," Dad replied. Again, his voice had a strange clarity. "I'm on it, on my back... and Kyle is fucking me."
I almost came then, but luckily my hand was nowhere near my cock.
"How does that make you feel, getting fucked by your sexy son?" I asked.
"I am relaxed and content… And happy. Kyle is making me happy."
"The same way you feel when you are sucking your son’s cock, worshiping it, making it shoot for you… that’s how it’ll feel when you let yourself get fucked by him… you’ll feel pleasure beyond what you could imagine."
"When he fucks me..." his voice was getting that soft drone like quality again.
One big no they told me was not to have Dad under hypnosis for too long. Especially for the first sessions. It was time to bring him back.
"Good, Brian. Close the door." I saw Dad do the motion of closing the imaginary door hesitantly, he wanted what he saw but until now, that was more of a dream than a reality.
"Think of that moment, Brian. Think how happy you were, how happy you made your son. All that matters now is that you show your love for your son. He deserves it as much as you do, to feel the pleasure only you two can give each other. Understood?"
Dad nodded. I wanted to kiss him, hug him, but I needed to bring him out, "Now, at the count of three, you will follow all my suggestions while you were under. Deep in your mind, you know that Kyle does the fucking and that to show him you love him, you have to let go and give him what he wants… what does he want?"
"To fuck me… fuck his dad…" Dad responded, biting his lip and his cock beginning to get hard.
"Yes, fucking you will give him happiness and bring you pleasure. That’s all you want, as a dad, right? Bring happiness to your son?"
"Yes, I want my son to be happy…"
"And your boy wants to give you pleasure."
"Give me pleasure… my boy…"
"Yes. I’m going to count to three and you’ll wake up, not realizing you were under but following all instructions. You will not question why your son is naked and you’re not. Okay, let’s start… One.... you can feel your toes... Two.... your muscles can flex again.... Your breath getting back to normal... Three."
Dad's eyes flicked open with a suddenness that startled me.
"Fuck!" I gasped.
Dad shook out his muscles a little as he refocused on me. I saw him break into a huge smile. "Damn, buddy... looks like you couldn't wait to get me to bed, huh?" He stepped up to me and latched on to my naked muscle as he claimed a quick kiss then crouched down in front of me. Oblivious to the hypnosis he'd just undergone.
I was so primed and hard I had to pull Dad off my prick a couple of times when I was in danger of blowing too soon. And when I finally came, Dad coughed on the load, it was so heavy.
After he swallowed my load, we showered and he kept touchy feely with me, rubbing my shoulders, slapping my ass, and when we went to the living room to watch T.V., he grabbed my feet and rubbed them as he watched the highlights.
Once we went to the room, he asked if he could play with my cock again. I told him I didn’t think I had anything in me, "Come on buddy, one more go before I hit the hay."
I nodded and like a ********** on Christmas morning, he licked his lips and went down to play with his favorite toy. He sucked for almost an hour with breaks in between and when I finally shot, it was not much, but Dad happily drank it down, nevertheless.
"Welcome home, Dad. How was your day?" I asked as I took out a plate and served him some of the leftover lasagna, I warmed up for myself.
"It was horrible, buddy. I need to relax before I start going bald." He came towards me and hugged me. I hugged him back, feeling his hard body gained from years working construction. When we separated, I smiled at him, and he leaned down and gave me a kiss. We made out a bit before he and I separated, and he went to get a beer from the fridge.
"At least you’re home, right?"
"Yeah, with my favorite guy." He replied. He was hot, literally and, well... literally. We had been going through a heatwave and he had to be on site most of the day. I was indoors but even the short distance I had to walk to my car was unbearable with the full suit and tie getup I had to wear for work. I could only imagine him sweating through his plaid shirt, dripping as the sweat traveled down his meaty pecs, down his hairy body….
I’d loved this man ever since I graduated from college. When he divorced the second time, I asked him to move in with me. Sure, the apartment I had at the time was not a mansion, but we made it work. After some years and promotions, I was able to upgrade to a nice home in the suburbs. Dad continued as a foreman, and I stayed in the corporate world until they brought up the opportunity to get my MBA in a Ivy league school that my company partnered with.
"How was your day, buddy?" He asked as he was taking a sip from his beer. I shook my head and smiled, "Good, I got an exam tomorrow, but it's nice to have a night off." I was doing grad school part time. It was a great deal: my company was footing the bill and there was an implicit promise of a promotion after. But the evening classes and the weekends devoted to homework were kicking my butt. Thankfully, I had a great support system in my stepdad
After warming up the food, I brought it to the table, and he and I ate in silence. Dad was always tired, always stressed, and it was hard for me to look at him like that. He'd always warned me not to go into a manual labor profession, and I'd taken every bit of his dreams for my own future and tried to live up to them, and more. When I graduated the first time, I said that this was our degree, not just mine. This new MBA would be just as much as his as it was mine.
When dinner was over, I got the dishes and Dad began to undress, "I’m taking a shower son. I don’t want to keep the scent of the site on me any longer."
"I don’t mind it, dad..." I smirked at him.
He shook his head and came towards me, "You like your old man smelly?" He whispered in a hushed raspy tone.
"You smell like a man, dad." I responded with confidence as I finished unbuttoning his plaid shirt.
"How did I get so lucky with you, bud?" He replied before we began to make out again. My fingers felt his hard rounded muscle, dusted with his fur. Dad was big all over, beefy and strong, but his chest was the centerpiece of it all - big and round pecs that felt like stone beneath my fingers.
We stopped making out and he got on his knees, "My shower can wait but I think my corporate son needs to relax with a nice blowjob from his old man," Dad was rubbing his hand over my bulge before looking up at me again, "let me service this cock, son."
"Aren’t you tired too?" I asked, but selfishly, yeah, I wanted this as well.
"This helps me relax," he smiled and then fished out the cock from shorts and started to blow me. He was skilled, after several years of blowing me, he had learned what I liked. I never got tired of my construction worker stepdad - my tan, muscled, hairy, beefy, sexy construction worker dad, who was more than willing to get on his knees and suck my cock whenever I needed “relaxing.” In my mind, he justified the blowjobs he expertly gave as doing it for “my son’s pleasure, not mine.” That was a facade, since every time he shot his own load, his mouth was connected to my cock. The old man loved sucking my cock just as much as I liked getting blown.
"Dad, I’m getting close, Dad, fuck, I’m getting—"
I shot and my dad greedily sucked and sucked until every drop was in his mouth and down his throat.
"Good load, buddy,” he grinned as he leaned back, a proud smile on his gruffly handsome mug. “Now, time to take my shower." He kissed my cock and got up to head to the master bathroom.
The sex was great, incredible as always, but I still kept thinking about how stressed Dad had become. That evening, I talked to him about letting me have most of the responsibility for the house and its finances. I told him that I could let him do less and I'd tried to get him to talk about finances. Maybe it was putting the cart before the horse, but in my head, I'd be earning a lot more by 30 and ready to ensure dad and I were financially stable enough for him to look for something more relaxed or retire outright.
I was ready to make sure dad was not so stressed all the time.
"Buddy, it’s fine how things are. I’m fine." He said, but then I continued.
"Dad, you’re stressed, and I don’t blame you at all. I have enough money to make sure that we can live comfortably. Especially after this promotion, you could potentially retire."
"I don’t..." he started to object. Then he sat back up and took off the reading glasses he had on to read his iPad, "Son, I’m happy. Being with you, making sure you’re happy, I’m fine. No need to worry about me. I’m your dad, that’s my job."
"And my job as your son is to make sure you are happy too. I’m not happy to see you so stressed." I got closer to him and began to fondle his pecs and nipples, "This, us, I’m happy... but seeing you stress over your job, that does not make me happy."
He took in what I was saying but was stubborn ol’ man. "In some ways, I’m old school. I am the stepdad so that means I am supposed to oversee the finances and everything that has to do with the household. I can’t just let it go…"
"You are in charge of people at work all the time. You have a lot of responsibility; I can take some for you dad. I want to do that for you. Think about it, yeah?"
"You’re so good to me, son." He kissed me before he traveled down my body, ready to give me another blowjob, "You going to give me something to help me have a good night sleep?" He winked at me. Then I felt my dad's wet lips and soft tongue start working my hardon again. As he slowly sucked and bobbed and then went further down on me, I tried to rack my brain to remember the last day the man hadn't gotten me off at least twice.
I couldn't remember but i knew I was damn lucky.
We didn’t talk about finances anymore and went back to the same routine. Dad was great and loving, but he was also a stubborn man. Maybe I had his stubborn streak, too.
In the spring I graduated and got my promotion at work officially. I got a raise and a new office. It was something I was excited for. I was already doing some of the work of the new position to get used to the new processes, but as soon as my contract was renewed and everything was official, I invited dad to see my new office. He came wearing a plaid shirt and dark jeans.
"Wow, my son, the executive." He was impressed.
"Junior executive," I corrected him. Mind you, my company handed out VP titles like candy, but I was proud and prouder that Dad was proud. I closed the door and lowered the blinds. It was late afternoon, and most people were leaving, but I wanted to show Dad that everything he and I worked for was beginning to pay off.
He turned around and damned if he didn’t tackle me to the wall. He was kissing me, ******* me and pawing at my body.
"You look so fucking handsome in your suit and tie, buddy." He whispered as he felt the silk tie, he had given me for one of my birthdays.
I bit my lip, "Dad..." My heart was beating fast and the anticipation of what was going to happen was beginning to make me get a hardon in my dress slacks.
"Let me show you how proud I am of you buddy." He whispered and then undid his shirt, button by button, he slowly began to reveal that beautiful hairy body and got on his knees. He undid the zipper of my slacks and fished out my cock, "Executive cock… fucking A, son... you’re making one of my fantasies come true."
Up until now, I thought his career dreams for me were about my financial success in life, but I was starting to get the feeling my stepdad was into professional dudes. The fact I was his turned on by him made his turn-on that much deeper.
The big man took his time, it was a slow session, edging me as I stayed pressed against the wall. I took off my tie and put it around his neck. We had never done something like this and since it was a first, I gave it a shot. We were pretty vanilla, more so because I could tell dad had hang ups. My old man was momentarily surprised but growled as I slipped the silk tighter around his neck. I tightened the tie and pulled him towards my cock. He got into it, doubling his efforts as I messed up his hair, "Come on, dad, suck your boy’s cock."
He nodded.
"You like that?" I growled. "Your son, the executive, is making you into his personal flesh-light."
That got a deep, heavy moan from the guy. I got rock, fucking, hard. In all our time together, I never got verbal like this. I never imagined my buddy-buddy blue-collar dad would be remotely into it. This was new territory for both of us. His reaction, the intensity of his blowjob, I couldn’t handle it and blew in his mouth. It felt like an eternity, but he continued to suck until every drop was taken in. When he took my cock from his mouth, some spit got on his chest. I got on my knees and rubbed the saliva all over his hairy pecs and munched on his nipples.
"Buddy..." He cradled my head, applying slight pressure to get me to bite his nipple more.
I bit and pulled; dad groaned but he never told me to stop. He pulled me up and kissed me deeply. I took off my suit jacket and rolled on the floor with him, making out, celebrating this new phase in our life.
We stopped when we heard a knock on the door telling me goodnight. I said good night, my voice hoarse but as soon as I cleared my throat, I said goodnight again and saw dad catching his breath against the wall.
I crawled and stayed next to him until I spoke, "So this was a fantasy of yours?" I asked. My white shirt was wrinkled, my suit jacket discarded on the floor, my pants dirty from the fibers of the carpet. My face flushed from a good rutting. Dad looked at me and responded with a "Yeah," with an uncharacteristic blush.
"What else do you fantasize about, dad?" I asked as he rubbed his palm. He stayed quiet but I began to get an idea when I saw the red tie near him.
"I don't know, Kyle" he began, "You're going to think less of me, son?"
"Course not," I replied. We’d been carrying on our crazy father-son affair for years, and it blew my mind that there was more to discover.
He nodded and ran his fingers along my dress shirt. "When you took control... that was very hot."
I grabbed his hand, caressing it with my fingers as he felt me up. I wasn't going soft and worried I wouldn't soon. "That turned me on, too, Dad. Maybe a little too much."
He gave me a concerned look. "We don't have to, Kyle."
I patted his hand. "Believe me, Dad. I want to. Just don't want you to feel less than… you know," I laughed.
He laughed along. "Well, let's talk about more at home, OK, buddy?"
I straightened up as best as I could. I was still quite disheveled, and dad was too, but we made do with what we had and left the office smelling of sex. I left the door ajar hoping to air out some of the scent. Hopefully the cleaning people would not suspect anything. Office sex may have been risky, but I knew I'd be wanting to do that again. And from the glint in Dad's eye, I suspected he was thinking the same thing.
We picked up some takeout and a six pack on the way home. I always shuddered when we pulled up into our suburban driveway, looking like a normal son who's a temporary roommate was his father to save some money, or biding my time till I met the right girl. On the other hand, we did move to a suburb where no one knew us and could only assume who we were. No one ever asked us, and we never clarified. There was a mystery surrounding us and that made it hotter for me. Inside this home, we were stepdad and son but so much more. Maybe even husbands someday…
After dinner, I brought up finances again. We were doing good month-by-month, but I knew we could refinance the mortgage, invest our spare cash more wisely, and start stocking away extra for our future. Dad still bristled at my bossy tendencies when it came to money. He had the experience of taking care of a family and being man of the house when I was in my teen years, but I knew more about personal finance now. I just wanted him to not need to burden so much.
Still, he was more open to it this time. Not saying no outright. Asking me questions. Not giving up control, but not being the normal Brian Peterson.
But even as we talked about the dullest, most boring stuff possible, his eyes shifting, looking at me with… lust. In the mood for round two or maybe he was just responding to my own lust for him. Having a stepdad around, living with him, supercharged my sex drive.
He finished off his beer and shot me a smirk. "Feel like hitting the bed a little earlier tonight, buddy?" he asked.
I think the office sex had amped up his libido. Me, I was just horny. "Yah," I said.
We both got up from the table and it was unmistakable, both of us men were horned up. My cock strained my shorts and dad had opted to go pant less, only wearing boxer briefs and an old college t-shirt of mine. Every time this man wore my clothes, it made me feel closer to him and as horny as hell.
Something was different that night. As we headed to our room, not saying anything, there was a feeling that something had shifted. The atmosphere was supercharged, I felt warm and giddy. Dad kept looking at me and smirking that damn sexy smirk. Once in the room, we planted ourselves to opposite sides of the bed and did a slow strip tease for one another.
Dad had refused to go into detail about his relationship with my mom ("too close to home, buddy"), but I gathered his second wife didn't like how much of a sex drive the man had. She was fucking crazy, I thought, as I watched him peel off my shirt that was snug on his frame and slowly lower his underwear.
"Fuck, you have a beautiful cock, son," he hissed as I finally slipped out of my briefs. I had my dad's length but had some extra girth. A lot of extra girth, to be truthful. I'm not sure where it came from, but my stepdad seemed to enjoy it.
He kicked off his underwear and joined me naked on the bed a few seconds after I'd climbed onto the mattress. Our bodies connected and we kissed, making our way to a fully reclined position to make out. It was electric. There was never a moment in all this time we were together where the kiss lacked chemistry or passion. This man had the most talented mouth on a construction worker. His kisses were everything you read about in the hottest erotica or saw in movies.
In the midst of the make out session, I ended on top of him. My body on his, his hands on my back pulling me closer to him. His groans of pleasure as I placed my weight on him. I don't know if I took the initiative to roll on top of him, or Dad pulled me into that position. Nevertheless, my mind wandered to what he was thinking. I thought maybe he'd ask me to fuck his face. I had to go easy with that but occasionally he was in the mood for that. That was as far as ‘kinky’ our sex would get.
"You want to fuck me, Kyle?" Dad asked. Paternal, friendly, and vulnerable all at once. I looked at him and if he wanted to know, my twitching cock on his belly was answer enough.
We'd tried that a couple of times. Dad at first swore that wasn't for him. Neither of my attempts was successful, it just hurt too much attempting to breach the tightness of his cherry. I didn't harp on it, or press it, but dad knew the idea turned me on. "Yeah?" I asked, surprised.
"Go slow, OK?" He urged.
"God, yeah," I grunted. I kissed him deeply then started kissing along his neck and upper body, gradually working my way down.
Dad realized I was going to try to rim him. His hand reached out to stop me. "Don't think I'm up for that buddy. Sorry," he said.
I looked into his eyes. Those loving daddy eyes. The man treated me right every night, and I wanted to make sure he was into every bit of this. "Sure thing, Dad," I replied. I reached for the lube I used on the rare occasions I had to stroke off on my own. Like I said, it had been a while.
I guess the stuff doesn't go bad, I thought, as I undid the cap and squirted some on my fingers. Then more.
My fingering was slow, real slow. Dad hissed some but seemed OK with it. I even got two fingers in and out easy as anything and had my stepdad's hole stretched around a third. It was time.
I lubed up and scooted in place. Dad complied by pulling his legs back and wide, showing off his mature, furry hole that was like a hit of poppers to me. Or coke. Or heroin, or something. I just knew my dick was rock hard seeing that unviolated dad pucker and my thick dick lining up for it.
I went as gently as I could, nudging, teasing that ring before applying some real pressure.
"Oh fuck, slow!" Dad gasped. His hand reached out to touch my chest, stopping me, and his eyes looked up in a plea. I bit my lip and took a deep breath and backed off a bit.
I nodded and realized I'd have to take it slower. I leaned in and made out with him, trying to get his mind off the pain. That seemed to relax the big guy. His beefy body relaxed on the bed beneath me. I tried not to break the kiss as I tried again. Even slower.
Fuck, it didn't work. Dad let out a yelp like I'd stabbed him. "God, that fucking hurts," he cried as he broke our kiss. No more pleading in his eyes, just a lot of pain and frustration.
I rolled off him. My hardon was gone, replaced by my concern for him.
"Sorry, Kyle," he said, softly, contritely. "I know you wanted it, bad."
I sighed. "Come on, Dad. You got to want it, too. If I wanted to fuck something I'm not invested in, I’d buy a blow-up doll."
He turned and faced me, with a hangdog look on his gruff face. "That's the thing, son. I do want it. I want to make you happy, give you that pleasure. It's just... my body doesn't seem to cooperate." He looked down at my softened dick. "I guess I kind of killed the mood, huh?"
"You didn't kill anything, Dad," I said, pulling him into a soft kiss. It was a romantic, reassuring kiss, but pretty soon we got each other worked up again. Before I knew it, I was rock hard. And dad's fist circling around it, feeling amazing with the lube job I'd given myself.
"Damn," I hissed, pulling back and looking down to where dad was giving me a hand job. We'd never done this and while it would probably never be my preferred sex act, it felt amazing just then.
"You like that buddy?" Dad growled playfully, his breath on my ear, his tongue flicking at the earlobe as his fist continued working my tool. "Fuck... I love taking care of my boy." He admitted aloud.
I turned to look at him and he held his gaze on me. I loved this man and even more because he wanted to give me his all. "You’ll take care of me, right dad?" I asked, gulping at my question. ************ I thrust some into his greased fist.
"Let your old man take care of you son. That’s my job, to make sure you’re satisfied." Dad pumped me some more, looking down at my meat before looking back up at me. "Earlier, bud... when you were on top of me.... I was so fucking proud of my hot executive son.... ready to take charge."
"Oh shit," I gulped. I didn't feel like I was taking charge then. Dad was playing me like a fiddle, just like he was playing with my cock.
His lips formed a sexy leer. "You like that, huh, son? Being in charge?"
"Hell yes," I replied, gaining my voice and admitting the fantasy that had been latent. Dad was tapping into it big time that day. "I don't mean any disrespect to you, sir," I said. I hadn't called him Sir since I was like 16. But the emotions were pouring out. "But that idea.... of being man of the house... oh fuck!"
My cum was shooting. I knew I was on the edge, but that orgasm hit hard and fast, by surprise.
"Shoot it, buddy!" Dad encouraged, milking me harder. "My hot fucking stud."
I felt like I had left my body that's how hard this orgasm had been, feeling a sudden lassitude hit me with the post-coital endorphins. My body jerked as I felt Dad kiss my belly and lick up my jets of semen. Then I felt his mouth encircle my prick, unconcerned about the lube there. Sucking me all the way down. I had a reflexive reaction to the overstimulation and almost pushed Dad off.
But the second I touched his shoulder; I had second thoughts. I knew the sensitivity would go away and that I'd enjoy another BJ. I circled my dad's delt muscle and held him to work him up and down my bone.
It was the weekend before Dad brought up the idea again.
"Kyle... you got a minute?" he asked as I came in from mowing the lawn. We split the household duties but given that dad worked hard in the hot sun day in and day out, I tried to tackle the major yard work.
"Yeah, Dad... what's up?"
He got me a cold soda from the fridge and pulled up a chair to our kitchen island where we had a lot of our meals. Dad had a barely concealed look of excitement on his face as he started in.
"So, I've been thinking... I guess I have a lot of hang ups when it comes to sex...."
I laughed. "Dad, you're the last guy I'd say has any hang ups." I mean, the guy had blown me in the shower that morning. And then asked if I wanted seconds. "Seriously, you're incredible."
He grinned, pleased at the compliment. But he continued. "I do though. The other night, I really wanted to bottom for you. But I just have a hard time giving up control."
I grimaced. "Dad, we don't got to. If it's not fun for both of us, I don't want to do it."
Dad was anticipating that answer. "Tell me the truth, Kyle. Would you enjoy fucking me, right?"
I didn't have to ponder the answer. "I would," I admitted. "That doesn't mean..." I started.
Dad interrupted. "Buddy, of course we don't have to.. But I think I found a solution." He picked up his iPad and clicked on the screen then pushed it my way.
There was a webpage with big bold lettering. "HYPNOTHERAPY..., a way to take back control of your life by using our services. You too can overcome challenges and learned behaviors stopping you from being the best you."
Dad watched excitedly as I read it. "I found them through an online forum…" I raised my eyebrow and he blushed, "I’ve been thinking about it for a while now, buddy… I want to be able to give you my all and found a forum with guys with similar issues as mine, unable to bottom for their partner and well… A lot of services don't let you use it for sex therapy, but several guys had good experience with this company. They said it was worth every penny."
"You want me to undergo hypnosis?" I asked slowly. I loved my dad but sometimes he could have wacky ideas.
He chuckled and shook his head, "No buddy, I want you to hypnotize me. You know, kind of get me past my mental roadblocks."
God, he was serious. I felt a flush of heat. There was something powerfully hot about the idea, but it also felt wrong. "Dad, I don’t know that it works like that."
"Won't you even fucking give it a try?" I'd never seen Dad upset at me like this, at least not in a while. "Listen... I called them and they assured me that they could do virtual training if need be." He was giving me that hound dog look of his that was hard to say no to. "It'd be an hour consultation with me and then a three-hour mini course for you. I figure after all those econ classes you'd be a quick study," he smirked.
"I'll think about it," I said.
That seemed to cheer him up and he stood up and came over and patted my shoulder. "Love you so much, buddy," he said. "I just want to find a way to make you happy."
"You do, Dad," I replied then felt his strong muscle get closer behind me and his hand travel down my sweaty T-shirt, feeling up my chest muscle. I thought dad had drained me pretty good earlier, but I was boning up, fast. "Dad... when was the last time you edged me?"
I heard his soft chuckle. "Beats me, buddy... beach vacation last year?" He patted my pec muscle and gave my head a soft kiss. "Why don't you go shower up? I'll put on a Sox game, and we'll see if I can get you to hold off blasting till the eighth inning, OK?"
I laughed and turned around to meet his kiss.
The next day dad went into my home office, shut the door and did his one-on-one consultation. I spent the afternoon online with a mild-mannered guy. Handsome dude in his early 30s, he had that tech-bro attire on, but he had a way of making me feel at ease with him. He asked me about myself and my goals in life. We hadn't told the company we were stepdad and son of course, but I talked in general terms about my relationship with dad.
"Would you say he was a father figure for you? In your relationship..." His tone wasn't judgmental.
"Definitely," I said, and he nodded, writing some stuff down.
Then it was twenty questions about our sex life. I hesitated at first but decided to be honest and do this, for Dad.
That was the first hour. The next hour was the man describing the process - the Protocol as he called it. Dad would be asked to listen regularly to a recording, a mix of repeated words and white noise. I was given the trigger words and told how and when to use them. Beyond that there was a general script, but Tech Bro told me I’d have to use and adapt it, almost improvise. It was a method more than anything.
“It’s easier than it sounds, Kyle,” he explained. “You’re in finance, right? Think of it as a flow chart or business strategy plan. You respond to Brian’s psyche.”
The man warned me about what not to do, but also allayed my concerns. "Kyle, Brian is doing this because he wants to. You can't make him do what he doesn't want to, deep down. Just remember that."
"Yeah," I said, trying to convince myself. Part of me was convinced this was all a sham and it wouldn't work. And part of me was afraid it would work all too well.
"I believe you're going to enjoy this, too," he finally said. I kind of zoned out a little, because the next thing I remember was the Tech Bro's voice. "You feeling relaxed?"
"Yeah, I am," I replied.
"Good," he said. I've sent you the link to a recorded video that will walk you through the hypnosis you're going to perform on Brian. Watch a few times before you actually do it."
With that, he signed off.
I gave it a week. Each night, Dad would come home, tired from work. We'd have dinner, he'd blow me and the hour before bed, he'd listen to the recording, headphones on as he lay on the couch, eyes closed. I took the time to review the instructional video.
On Friday, I got an email from the company. "Watch this and you'll be ready."
I found myself surprisingly thrilled to click the link. It was a video conference recording, only with my dad in center frame. The familiar bookshelves and posters from my home office were in the background, and I realized it was from Dad's initial consultation. Only the video started halfway in, after the preliminaries.
The man's voice was a different man’s, deeper and more seductive and monotone. "That's it, Brian... let those eyelids get heavier and heavier.... don't need to fight it. Just let it feel good."
Dad nodded and as the voice droned on in its hypnosis chant, I saw him finally relax. At first nothing seemed to be happening but then I saw dad's shoulders lean in and then his head slumped forward.
The voice became more assertive, "Good, Brian. How do you feel?"
"Relaxed..." Dad said in a monotone voice.
"That’s good to hear. Every time you hear the phrase ‘power down’ you will revert to this state, is that clear?"
"Yes..."
I was so fucking hard watching this. Particularly because I realized Dad had given up control for my sake.
"Now, let’s begin…"
I listened to how the man guided dad and how he brought him back. I was jotting down notes. When dad came back to, it was as though he was waking up from a deep sleep.
"How do you feel?"
"Relaxed, as though I just went on vacation. Thank you." Normal Dad voice, groggy from having ‘woken up.’ It was wild seeing that happen. I don’t think my father was just playing along. We were paying good money for this and if it was not working, Dad would say so.
Then the video stopped.
I was horny all afternoon. Dad sensed something was off when I got home. Friday is normally our unofficial dad-son date night. And when Dad came into the living room, he saw I was sitting nervously.
"Something wrong, Kyle?" he asked, unbuttoning his plaid work shirt. It was unusual for Dad to call me by my name unless he was mad, worried or we were at a work event, though those were rare before my promotion.
"Just a tough day at work," I lied. I forced a smile. "Why don't you get dressed and we'll go out and grab a bite."
That seemed to relax Dad as he smiled before turning to go to the room and get ready. He was looking great when he walked back to the living room wearing a clean polo shirt that hugged his beefy body and some jeans.
"Ready son? I'm starving."
I perked up over dinner but when we got home, I patted Dad's meaty shoulder once we walked into the living room. "Power down," I said, my body shaking with the nerves of what I was doing.
I honestly didn't expect this to work as easily as it did, but at hearing his trigger, Dad’s face went slack, his hands dropped to his sides and his eyes became glazed. I gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"How do you feel?" I asked. Dad acknowledged the question but did not look at me nor register who I was.
Instead, he answered while concentrating at a point in the distance. "Relaxed and calm..."
I tried to remember the protocol. I was glad I'd watched the instructions multiple times since the words came to me readily; "Good... you know that every time you are in this state, you feel relaxed and calm, correct?"
"Yes... relaxed and calm." God, his voice was so sexy, deep and soft like this.
"Kyle put you in this place because he loves you very much. Repeat after me, ‘Kyle loves me.’"
"Kyle loves me."
"Again."
"Kyle loves me."
"Good. Kyle knows you have a hard time showing him you love him." I had to give the company credit; they'd come up with a hypnosis protocol specifically tailored to our needs.
"I do," Dad's reply came. "I love my boy so much."
My heart pounded. Dad was looking in my direction but not focusing on me as he spoke. He was open to everything I would be saying to him while in this state and he would answer my questions truthfully and with no hesitations.
"How do you want to show him your love, Brian?" It gave me a thrill to call my old man by his first name.
"I want Kyle to fuck me," Dad said simply, "I know that would make him happy."
Pretty much, things had gone to script so far, but the protocol was more about a set of prompts and ways to deal with the truth of the response.
"Will you do that for him?" I asked, a horny **** in my throat. "Will you make your son happy?"
Dad nodded. "I want to, but I couldn't… I can’t."
"Why is that Brian, why can’t you give your son this one thing?"
"Because I'm a man. Men don't get fucked."
Jesus. The man had some issues I wasn't prepared for. But it made sense my butch, blue-collar dad would have some issues about bottoming. I stepped up and touched his face. He didn't flinch and didn't lean into the caress, but he smiled dreamily.
"Kyle is a man, right?" I asked. I was adlibbing some, but this was basically following the protocol. Leaning into the resistance.
Dad nodded, "He is. My son is the sexiest man I know."
I was getting rock hard now. I walked backwards as I began to take off my clothes. I rubbed my cock to feed the pleasure and continued.
"You think your son is a sexy man and you love your boy very much… Do you think Kyle should be the one getting fucked instead?" I asked. This wasn't scripted but was part of the jiu jitsu move of taking the man's hangups and using them against him.
Dad's brow creased for a second then the calm returned. "No. Kyle does the fucking."
I was dripping now. I let go of my prick and stepped a little closer. I could smell the Irish Spring or whatever fucking soap he uses at the end of a hard day. "I want you to remember that, Brian," I said. "I want you to remember that Kyle does the fucking."
A part of me felt low for trying to get Dad to put out for me like this. But I remembered what the Tech Bro had said about Dad only doing what he'd want to do deep down.
My father's tranced response was automatic. "Kyle does the fucking."
I nodded. "I want you to think about that. A few times a day at least. Think about your sexy stud of a son. The executive, fucking you, seeing the love you have for him. Show your boy that you love him by giving him what he wants. And when you do, it will give you a sense of happiness and pleasure."
"Happiness and pleasure," he repeated.
"And when you feel him on top of you, his weight on top of you, you will feel safe and content."
"Safe and content."
I wasn't 100 percent perfectly sure if I was doing this right. Dad was zoned out to be sure, but I worried he was just repeating whatever the fuck I said. So, I asked, "Why is that?"
Dad's answer had surprising clarity, as it was his normal voice speaking to me. "Because my son is a man. And men fuck, men don't get fucked."
Maybe it would take me a while to deprogram that nonsense from him, but a shallow side of me was getting turned on by the way Dad talked in such primitive, black-and-white terms about fucking.
"Good," I instructed. "Now..." It was time to return to the Protocol. "I want you to envision an empty room. An empty white room. Totally white. Blindingly white..."
"Yes..."
I moved back away from him, a few paces away.
"Good. I want you to concentrate on my voice. As I begin to count to five, you will be walking towards a door. Kyle will be there, walking with you, making sure you are taken care of."
Dad took a breath and nodded, his big chest rising and falling.
"You do not need to do this alone," I continued. "Kyle will be with you every step of the way. I’m going to count to five and once I get there, I want you see the door. When we get to the door, I’ll tell you what will happen next." Dad didn’t respond but nodded as he began to concentrate on what I was saying.
"One... you are walking forward..." Dad began to walk towards me, "two... you are reaching out to hold Kyle’s hands, he alone brings you comfort and relaxation..." Dad reached towards me and soon as my hands touched his, he held on to them with a firm grip... "three, we are walking to the door I mentioned. It’s getting closer... four, we are almost to the door... Five, we are here..."
"I can see it," Dad said softly. It's bright but I can see it." His voice was deep but excited.
"Open the door. What do you see?" I asked. The Protocol was about the implantation of a suggestion and the reinforcement of that before the session was over.
"Our bedroom," Dad replied. Again, his voice had a strange clarity. "I'm on it, on my back... and Kyle is fucking me."
I almost came then, but luckily my hand was nowhere near my cock.
"How does that make you feel, getting fucked by your sexy son?" I asked.
"I am relaxed and content… And happy. Kyle is making me happy."
"The same way you feel when you are sucking your son’s cock, worshiping it, making it shoot for you… that’s how it’ll feel when you let yourself get fucked by him… you’ll feel pleasure beyond what you could imagine."
"When he fucks me..." his voice was getting that soft drone like quality again.
One big no they told me was not to have Dad under hypnosis for too long. Especially for the first sessions. It was time to bring him back.
"Good, Brian. Close the door." I saw Dad do the motion of closing the imaginary door hesitantly, he wanted what he saw but until now, that was more of a dream than a reality.
"Think of that moment, Brian. Think how happy you were, how happy you made your son. All that matters now is that you show your love for your son. He deserves it as much as you do, to feel the pleasure only you two can give each other. Understood?"
Dad nodded. I wanted to kiss him, hug him, but I needed to bring him out, "Now, at the count of three, you will follow all my suggestions while you were under. Deep in your mind, you know that Kyle does the fucking and that to show him you love him, you have to let go and give him what he wants… what does he want?"
"To fuck me… fuck his dad…" Dad responded, biting his lip and his cock beginning to get hard.
"Yes, fucking you will give him happiness and bring you pleasure. That’s all you want, as a dad, right? Bring happiness to your son?"
"Yes, I want my son to be happy…"
"And your boy wants to give you pleasure."
"Give me pleasure… my boy…"
"Yes. I’m going to count to three and you’ll wake up, not realizing you were under but following all instructions. You will not question why your son is naked and you’re not. Okay, let’s start… One.... you can feel your toes... Two.... your muscles can flex again.... Your breath getting back to normal... Three."
Dad's eyes flicked open with a suddenness that startled me.
"Fuck!" I gasped.
Dad shook out his muscles a little as he refocused on me. I saw him break into a huge smile. "Damn, buddy... looks like you couldn't wait to get me to bed, huh?" He stepped up to me and latched on to my naked muscle as he claimed a quick kiss then crouched down in front of me. Oblivious to the hypnosis he'd just undergone.
I was so primed and hard I had to pull Dad off my prick a couple of times when I was in danger of blowing too soon. And when I finally came, Dad coughed on the load, it was so heavy.
After he swallowed my load, we showered and he kept touchy feely with me, rubbing my shoulders, slapping my ass, and when we went to the living room to watch T.V., he grabbed my feet and rubbed them as he watched the highlights.
Once we went to the room, he asked if he could play with my cock again. I told him I didn’t think I had anything in me, "Come on buddy, one more go before I hit the hay."
I nodded and like a ********** on Christmas morning, he licked his lips and went down to play with his favorite toy. He sucked for almost an hour with breaks in between and when I finally shot, it was not much, but Dad happily drank it down, nevertheless.
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