Dreaming of Daddy

This is the second in a series I plan to write the sex that went on in my family, some gay and some not.
I was 18 years old when my mother sent me to live with my father, an hour away in a town even smaller than the one we lived in. Mom had caught me fucking her boyfriend and was none too please about it. She was also nervous because I knew of the secrets she shared with my brother, sexual secrets, and she wanted me out of her life for a while.

Oh, well! I was anxious to go live with my dad once Mom told me of her plans, I hadn't spent any time with him or my half-brothers in some time, and really I was looking forward to it. 

We were typical white trailer trash, mom and dad had had me when they were both 16, and I was Mom's third child. My brother James was two years older than I and had been fathered by my dad's dad (who happened to be Mom's step-father), and my sister Tina, 11 months older than I, was probably fathered by Mom's own twin brother, my Uncle Rodney. Kurt, who came 8 years after me, was also fathered by Uncle Rodney. The night Mom dropped my off at Dad's, she slept with Daddy and the end result was brother Miles, born when I was about 18 years old. All this is another story, so I will get back to the one I'm writing.
I must say that all that happened between me and Daddy happened of my own free will, as, at 16, I was already sexually experienced, having been sucking and fucking my brother, three uncles, and various other cousins for years.

About the same time Daddy got Mom pregnant with me, he also got her sister, my Aunt Marcy, pregnant, too, and they produced my half-brother, Tim, who was only 2 months younger than me, and then they had Philip, who was now 14. Aunt Marcy ran off to California when the boys were little and Daddy had raised them on his own. In fact, that is where the boys were when I arrived at Daddy's, in California visiting their mother.
Daddy had a landscaping business that he did fairly well with, and a small, two bedroom house that was paid for, with an above-ground pool in the fenced back yard.

The next morning, after Mom had left, I began to get better acquainted with Daddy. Barely 32 years old, Daddy was thin and lanky, although his arms and chest were well-defined (not overly so) from the labor he did. He had platinum blonde hair that he kept cut in a close buzz and icy blue eyes. A thin layer of platinum blonde hair covered his smooth legs and arms, although his chest was hairless, except for a slightly darker trail that led from his navel downward. Daddy looked very young for his age, and people often commented on it. He could pass for 17 or 18 sometimes, with his slight build. He was about 5'10", just slightly shorter than me.

At first I was a little nervous being around Daddy by myself, I don't think we'd ever been in that situation. But Daddy put me at ease, showing me the house and making me feel at home and comfortable.
I started to think about my daddy sexually right off, from our first night together. Daddy took a shower that first night as I sat on the couch watching television. When he emerged, he carried a towel in front of him, not wrapped, but still covering his cock.
My eyes followed Daddy as he sat in his recliner and laid back, the towel still covering his middle section.
Daddy asked my to bring him a beer and I did. (He drank a lot of beer, I noticed). After 3 beers, I could tell that he was a lot looser and soon his towel fell to the side, revealing his huge cock. I'd heard from other members of the family about Daddy's big dick, but I'd never actually seen it. My brothers cocks were large, too, and at 16, I had a thick seven and a half inches, and was still growing. But Daddy's cock was unbelievable, and I guess it was the 13 inches I'd always heard about.
When Daddy's towel fell to the side of the chair, I immediately got a hard-on, seeing his massive tool rolled to one side of his upper thigh. This went on for several nights, with me having to go to the bathroom at some point to beat my own meat.

One evening Daddy emerged from the shower not even holding a towel and said he hoped I didn't mind if he walked around nude, it was much more comfortable in the hot summer. He said the boys usually did it, too, and so could I if I wanted. Later, I took a shower, and decided to give it a try, as my brother Jamie and I often walked around our house naked.

Daddy smiled when I came into the living room, still wet, and smiled when he looked at my cock.
"Look's like you're coming along allright, you may get as big as me. Your little brother Philip's only 14 and he's bigger than Tim already. He's got 10 inches."
I relaxed on the couch, between bringing Daddy his beers. He said I could have one and I did, but I didn't care much for it.
It was a very hot night and Daddy suggested that we go out and take a dip in the pool.

Daddy took a seat in a lawn chair, still drinking, as I plunged into the cool, refreshing water and swam around. I loved the feeling of skinny dipping and still do to this day. As I played around in the water, Dad talked some and we listened to the radio. I eyed his huge cock, which hung between his parted legs and rested on the edge of the chair, extending even further down. I was at that moment forming thoughts in my head of seducing my father. I couldn't believe the size of his dick.
I kept telling Daddy to come in, and finally he did, jumping in and coming up right near me. We spashed around, swam, and quietly enjoyed the darkening evening.
Then Daddy got an air mattress from the deck and lay on it, floating lazily in the pool. I swam around some more and then came up at his side, and hung onto the edge of the float, and rested my chin on his naked thigh, just inches from the cock I was now aching to devour. Being so close to his big dick gave me an instant erection, and I noticed that Daddy's meat was starting to become harder, too. He gave it a caress or two, right in front of my face, and grabbed it by it's base and wagged it a little, just slightly slapping me in the face with it.