So Easy Afterall

So Easy Afterall.

Er…couldn’t think of a better title. Got the title from a bit of a song.

Disclaimer: I don’t own that song. And I don’t won DB/Z/GT. Akira Toriyama reigns supreme with the ownership of that fine anime. Don’t even ask.


Things happen when you aren’t careful. And right now, I’m not being careful. When you spend an unnatural majority of your day watching someone that you really shouldn’t be watching, you aren’t being careful about anything. Things happen when I do stupid things.

Like watching him, now.

And it isn’t that I’m looking at him that is really strange, it’s the way I’m looking at him. Dreamy googly eyes, like a fucking girl or something, can’t stop though. He doesn’t know it, not yet, but I’m sure that since I can’t take my eyes away for one damn second, he’ll turn and see and I won’t even react until he says something. I’m afraid of that happening but it’s one of those things when you really can’t help but throw a few glances someone’s way. Well, I can’t help but stare.

In the backyard, he’s training and I’m watching, as I have been for more than two hours. He knows I’m here, but he isn’t paying attention to me right now, too caught up in his rigorous workout to notice that I’m currently eye-fucking the shit out of him.

Oh, the way those muscles move, gods, it’s better than watching porn, gets my dick hard like nothing else. He’s got the bitchinest body I’ve even seen and if that isn’t enough, he has a face to match.

He’s my father.

It’s wrong.

Immoral.

Incestuous.

Nasty.

Perverted.

Me.

I don’t care, he’s fucking hot.

Oh no, don’t take your shirt off, Dad. It might be the end of me.

It never was a problem before, not when I was an innocent child who didn’t know that the sight of Daddy’s naked chest could turn me on.

Licking my lips, I let my eyes zero in on his nipples when his shirt hits the ground. They’re so pink, and so nice. Big, I’ll bet they’re soft too. And down they go…until they settle on his slim waist. So nicely trim and sleek, not totally compact, but not bulky. Just right. I groan under my breath and still the hand that is hovering over to my crotch. Yes, I’m hard. Who wouldn’t be, watching a show like this?

My slacks are now quite a few sizes too small and I squirm, trying to adjust my erection so that it isn’t crushed. It’s not working.

“Damn.” I murmur when he runs a hand through his hair during one of his breathing breaks.

Oh fuck, he looks like a god. No, better.

Then he looks over at me and I blush, hoping he doesn’t catch site of my erection.

“Wanna join me? You haven’t had a good workout in years, have you?”

No I haven’t, but I’m sure you could give me a damn good one.

“No,” I call back. “That’s alright.”

“Come on. You’ve been slacking and you need someone to bring you back up to speed, what do you say?”

I say no. “Nah, maybe tomorrow.”

I’ve been saying that for two weeks and every tomorrow after that I’ve just watched.

“You won’t even do it for me? Because I’m asking? Please? I need a sparring partner and Vegeta’s mad at me right now.”

Oh, I would do anything for you Dad, but not when my cock is so hard it’s making my head feel like it’s filled with helium.

“Dad, I’m fine. I don’t have to train, there’s no threat to the Earth and if there is, you always have your Super Saiyan 4.”

“Fine, suit yourself. Well then I’m done for the day. Wanna go for a dip in the lake? It’s hot and I sure could use it!”

No! I don’t want to go for a dip in the lake! Not with him!

“Uh, actually I have to be heading back. Pan gets out of school soon and…you know, gotta get her. Can’t forget her.”

He gives me an odd look and points at me. “Is something wrong, Gohan? You’re blushing.”

Gah! It can’t be! Sure enough, my face does feel hotter than usual. “Oh that, that’s nothing. It’s just really hot.” I tug at the collar of my uniform shirt to emphasize my lie.

“Well, you never normally turn red. Maybe you’re dehydrated. So that dip in the lake would be good for you now. And I thought Videl was picking her up because you lied to her and said you were going to be busy at work all day to stay with me. Remember?”

Shit! I forgot! Now I’m fucked. “Alright, you got me. I’ll come with you, but I won’t be doing any swimming.” He shrugs, picks up his shirt from a nearby cliff and lands on the ground.

Right next to me. Lovely.

The male scent of sweat and musk makes me weak in the knees as he comes closer and pats me on the shoulder.

“So, you’re coming to watch me? You always say you want to spend some time with me, and all you do is watch. You never want to do anything. You know you don’t have to say yes every time I ask you to spend the day with me. Especially if you’re uncomfortable.”

“U-uncomfortable, Dad?” Who said I was uncomfortable? I didn’t.

“Yeah, I’m slow to learn sometimes, but I know you. You went so tense when I touched your shoulder I thought you would turn to stone.” He noticed that? Shit, not even I noticed that.

“Nothing is wrong, Dad. It’s just that I’m hot and your hand is hotter because you were moving around so much and creating so much heat and--“Slow down, son! I don’t speak nervous. I can’t understand you.”

Nervous? Again, who the hell said anything about me being nervous? Does he know? Well, he must know. I must be making it obvious.

“I’m not nervous. Why would I be nervous? You’re Dad, the guy I’m never nervous around. Heh.”

Lies. I’m so nervous and horny I could die right now and still be spluttering excuses to him.

“Whatever you say. You know what? You should go home, and maybe a cold shower will help you. Though I think a swim with your old man would be a lot more fun.”

I’m sure it would be.

“N-no, I’ll stay. I wouldn’t know what to tell Videl when I come home early. So I’ll stay with you for a while longer.”

“Great!”

And off we go. We walk there, the lake isn’t far, which is why he comes to these grounds to train. I wish it was a few hundreds of miles away so I’d have time to kill my hard on.

When we get there he wastes no time dragging his pants down and off. My face is aflame, my mouth is dry and it just got ten times hotter. I think I’m going to faint. I turn to give him privacy and hear a loud childish ‘whoop’ as he jumps into the water. Thank god!

“It’s nice and cold in here, son. If you want to burn in the sun over there, then fine.”

Fine. I stand there and stare at him, not having anything better to do. Should’ve bought a book…

“Hey Gohan, come closer. Why are you so far away?”

Because it’s safe here.

I come closer anyway, not having a good enough excuse not to. “Get in.” “No. Dad, I’m okay, really.” Sweat rolls right into my eyes, temporarily stinging the shit out them and the instant I close them, I hear a low voice behind me growl, “I said, get in.”

And I’m pushed face first into the freezing cold water.

“Ahhhh!!!!” I hear him laughing behind me and come up to glare daggers at him. “What did you do that for?! I said I didn’t want to, why’d you have to go and push me?!” I pout like a little kid and try to get out of the water--- wait, this is actually not that bad. It feels nice and the stinging cold has brutally murdered my erection.

“See, isn’t that much better?” He swims around to my front and grins like he discovered the secret to cold water.

“Yeah.” I mutter, shivering and rubbing my arm nervously. “Sorry to get your clothes all wet. Why don’t you take them off?” I choke, I couldn’t hold back the surprise at his suggestion. I really should know better, he’s only suggesting what most people would in a situation like this, and he isn’t trying to seduce me. But it was hard not to splutter on that one.

“Are you okay, son? Did you swallow some water?” He pats my back as tears threaten my eyes and I try to straighten up.

“Oh, uh, yeah some water got in my throat. I’m okay now.” I float away from him and unbutton my shirt, not wanting to, but not wanting to give anything else away.
Meanwhile, he’s over there paddling in the water like a four year old, giggling when he splashes it high above his head. Ugh, I’m glad he’s acting like he’s not even legal, so now I don’t have to stare at the full grown man who is the epitome of sex appeal. My boxer briefs stay on and I toss my clothes on to the branch of a tree with practiced aim. Now that I’m more than half naked, I count my lucky ducks that this water is kind of murky, or else things would be very visible under there.

“This is great. I just want to relax and go eat dinner. Chichi’s cooking fried chicken and rice cakes, and she knows how much I love that.” He sighs and rolls around until he’s floating halfway on his back.

“Do I have a disease you don’t want to tell me about?”

“Huh? What?”

“Do I have something? You’re all the way over there like I’ve got SARS or something, why don’t you come closer?”

“You won’t do anything like you just did before?” “Nope, promise.” There’s a hint of deceit in his smile, but I pay no heed to it and waddle over.

“So…how’s everything?”

‘Oh, everything is just peachy, oh yeah, and I have the hots for you.’

“Fine. Yeah I just got another raise so I’m finally buying a new car.”

“Oh that’s great, the old one you drive looks like a can. I don’t know how you do it.”

I glare at him and flip him the finger, splashing water in his face. He has some nerve making fun of my car, when he still can’t even drive correctly!

“Yeah, at least I can drive! Driving with you is like having a dog at the wheel, you can’t even brake at the red light!”

“But if I had a car I couldn’t drive, it wouldn’t be a can!”

So he thinks he’s better at this than me?

“Oh Dad, you couldn’t even drive a can, much less something with wheels. Piccolo can drive better than you and he has no use for it.” He laughs and floats closer, but I don’t notice that he seems to be getting closer. Or maybe it’s just me.

“I wouldn’t drive your can even if I could! You’d be better off walking, not that your shoes are any better.”
Oh that’s it! “Dad, come on, you don’t even know what a style is! You look like you went through a fashion war and lost! No matter how strong you are, you can’t beat tackiness!”

Suddenly my head is underwater and bubbles are all around me. His hand is clutching my head and I’m wiggling around like a wild fish, clawing at his wrists. He finally lets me up and I whip around fast to punch him.

“What the hell is wrong with you?! Trying to drown me because you can’t come up with a better excuse for your horrible lack of style?” He lets the hit connect smirks. “So I guess uptight college professor is the style these days?”

I am NOT uptight!

“Dad, it’s not my fault you don’t know how to dress. Mom doesn’t either. Hn, you two were made for each other.” I sneer.

“So what would you get me to wear?”

Nothing if I could.

I would never say that to him.

“Since you know everything and anything about dressing cool, why don’t you show me how to dress, Gohan? And you’re right about your mother, she could use a new wardrobe.” I have to laugh at that one, the first thing we’ve agreed on all day.

“Alright, been in here long enough. I’m going to get ready and go home to some dinner.” Warning enough for me, I turn and preoccupy myself with toeing the lake floor, not glancing up at him for fear of seeing something I want too much to see.

He dresses quickly and picks up my clothes. “Maybe we should switch, I think this style would suit me better, ne?”

“No, give them here and maybe I’ll get you your own.” He looks from my clothes to me and frowns like he’s confused. “No…I think I’ll keep them. Payback for talking about my clothes. Now the only style you have is your skin and that’s a pretty worn out style. Get with the times, Gohan, clothes are in now!” He levitates in the air and IT’s away with my goddamn clothes!

I scream his name at the top of my lungs and pound the water. He is going to pay dearly for that! I can’t believe he would have the audacity to steal my clothes. Psh, I can’t wait until I see him again. Luckily for me, I have learned the Instant Transmission technique from him and I use it to teleport me into my kitchen.

Videl almost burns her hand off when I appear next her, naked and wet. “Oh my goodness, Gohan what happened to your clothes?”

“Dad took them!” I huff angrily. She gives me a disbelieving look and asks me again.

“We were in the lake and I… he called my car a can, so I told him he had no fashion sense, we argued back and forth about the style he doesn’t possess and he got out of the lake, got dressed and took my clothes with him. He told me it was what I got for talking about him.”

She’s laughing, holding her sides and kneeling down to make sure she doesn’t crack a rib.

“What’s so funny?! He stole my clothes, there’s nothing funny about that! I know what I’m going to do, I’ll take all of his boots so he has to go barefoot! That’ll teach him!” I shake my fist threateningly in the air and this makes her laugh harder.

“Laugh now Videl. Laugh now.”

I go upstairs to find some clothes to put on. I really can’t believe it. He took them. Didn’t even care that I was naked under water, and that I was in the middle of nowhere. He wouldn’t like it if I did that to him. No, I would. If I didn’t know any better, I would say he wanted me to come out of the water.

But that’s just wishful thinking.

I should have looked, but I didn’t want to be stunned or anything, so I should have been paying attention. But if he didn’t call my car a can, I’d still have my clothes! Dinner is great, as usual, even though Videl doesn’t cook. My stomach could really care less about that detail.

I slip into bed a few hours later. Pan is at her Grandfather Satan’s house, she’ll be there all week. A suggestive finger trailing along my arm tells me that Videl wants something from me. Sex.

I give her what she wants, but not wholeheartedly, no passion is in my lovemaking tonight and hasn’t been for some time. I love her, but I don’t know about the sex anymore. With the way I feel about my father, things could take a bad dip in the wrong direction for us, and only I notice it. Videl is happy, and I’ll do everything in my power to keep it that way.


The next morning, I wake up feeling vengeful.

Today is a good day for revenge.

Videl has gone off to work and I’ve had a sub fill in for me for the rest of the week. I may have just gotten a raise, but the university knows what a good asset I am to them. Call it a loud ego, call it conceited, I’m all that and more when it comes to my job and how well I do it.

I hurry in the shower and put on some somewhat stylish clothes. But he won’t be able to tell the difference, he has no fashion sense or taste. Putting my fingers to my forehead as I have seen him do dozens of times, I take off for his house. I know Mom isn’t home, she has a club she goes to. Club for old people, I don’t know.

But Dad’s here, and he notices my presence immediately because I appear right behind him. The first thing he does is gives me a sexy smirk and points over to his dresser.

“I put them in my drawer, after I washed them for you. See how naughty I can be one day, and how nice I can be the next?” He asks innocently. “Have you come for the clothes or revenge, kid?”

“Hey fuck you, I’m not a kid!”

He sits on the bed. “You certainly aren’t.” He murmurs, his eyes sinfully running down my body in a way that I’m sure I must dreaming. He isn’t looking at me like that, I’m just wishing he was.

“And don’t forget it!”

“How can I? I don’t know, looking at you, you’re definitely a grown man. I just called you kid to piss you off.”

“It worked.” I’m ignoring his comments, taking them to be innocent things, he doesn’t understand what impact it’s having on me. He’s naïve. He always has been and always will be.

“I came for revenge and my clothes, but I think I’ll take my clothes and go and leave you guessing when I’m going to strike.” I grin at him and he smiles back, leaning back on his elbows and spreading his legs.

“You sure you don’t want to tell me something?”

What’s that supposed to mean?

He licks his lips, then bits his lower lip and gives me a seductive smile. No, it can’t be.

“What are you talking about, I don’t have anything to tell you accept what you did yesterday was a dirty thing!”

“As dirty as what I want to do today?”

“W-what?” I stutter stupidly.

“Come here, Gohan.” I walk over cautiously, ever wary of him and stand so that I’m a few feet away from him.

“You nervous, Gohan?”

“No, Dad, why would I be nervous?”

“Alright, another one. Do I make you nervous?”

He knows.

No getting around it, he knows exactly what he’s doing. But how did he find out?

Like he read my mind, he replies, “You watch me too often, too closely. I catch you every time. I could just about feel you trying to burn a hole in my chest anytime you thought I wasn’t looking. But I was looking. I don’t watch you like you watch me but I know enough to figure out, that you….”

He reaches up and grabs me by my shirt and yanks me to him. “…are attracted to me.” His hot breath ghosts over my lips, but he doesn’t kiss me like I desperately want him to.

“Why? Am I attractive to you?”

Kami damned, he’s killing me. “Yes.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know, you’re just really, *really* sexy for some reason.” I whisper.

“Oh, that’s all I wanted to know. Can I kiss you?”

Does he have to ask?

“Please.”

And for the first time, our lips meet and my legs go boneless and I collapse on top me of him, pushing him down so that he’s lying on his back. The kissing turns heavy so fast it lets me fighting for air when he pulls away, sucking the taste of me off of his lips. If that isn’t sexy, I don’t know what is.

“Tastes good. But I have to ask you if I can go any farther with this, Videl----

“She’’ll be okay, she’ll never have to know! God, Dad, I’ve dreamed of this for so long, just please, hurry before I explode!” I’m already hastily tugging my shirt up over my head and my hands make quick work of my belt and dive inside of get a hold of my throbbing erection, already solid and hard to the point of pain.

“Aren’t you eager? What do you want me to do? I’m kind of new at this.”

“Oh god, anything, touch me!” So he touches my chest and just about sets me on fire, my throat constricts, making my voice gravely and lusty. “Yeah, go lower.” He moves his hand slowly down my smooth torso, too slow for me and I grab his hand and guide him to my aching need, groaning when the warmth of his hand bleeds over me.

I want to whine, I want to scream, I want to moan, I want to do SOMETHING, but nothing is coming out.

What happened to my voice? Oh. The answer is, looking down, his hand curled all the way around me, experimentally squeezing the rigid length. All I can do is breathe, and even that’s a task for me.

My eyes slide closed, my head lolls back, and I’m in fucking heaven. Who knew that coming here for revenge would lead to this? I hadn’t come here at all with the intention of seducing him, or the knowledge that he would seduce me, but all for the better, I’m getting laid!

“Wait Gohan, hold on.” What now?! “I have to ask you something.” I roll off of him and to his side, breathing like I already had the sex.

“What?”

“Videl, I’m worried. What will happen to you guys if we do this now? Don’t give me a bullshit answer, I need you to think about it, really.”

Videl would be fine, and what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. I’ll never tell her, and I’d rather this stay between he and I. A better question would be: “You and Mom? What about you guys? I was never going to act on this, but now that we’ve started, I don’t know if I wouldn’t do it, even I love someone else. I’m not in love with you, Dad. We both want this, right? And it’s nothing really, just…sex.” I shrug, feeling kind of stupid for saying it like that, but I don’t know what he wants to hear.

“You’re mother and I will be fine, she’s getting older now and things aren’t so jumping in the bedroom. I’ll outlive her and I’ll be lonely. Videl still has some years in her and I don’t want this to affect your relationship. You’d still love her the same if we do this, right?”

I would, without a doubt. Now that we speak of this beforehand, I won’t be surprised if I feel the same about her. Two things would be working in my favor now.

Before, I didn’t think we would make it very far, but if I can get both of my needs fulfilled, then everyone can be happy in the end. It’s the perfect solution. “I would, Dad. Don’t worry, this is what we need, and Videl and Mom are going to be alright. Mom, will live for the rest of her life, happy at what you’re giving her now, and you’ll be happy to have both. Same with me, I need love and you. It pretty much works itself out.”

That’s all the confirmation he needs and he pounces on me, ripping my pants down the middle savagely. I kick them the rest of the way off and hook my hands around his back as he straddles my hips, pulling him closer to me.

His lips are juicy, hot and sweet, I can’t get enough of them. Over and over in my head, the words ‘oh god’ keep repeating and I’d probably say them if my mouth weren’t busy with more interesting work. My hands are all over him, feeling him up wherever I can reach.

When my fingers grab a handful of his ass, I pull him down to grind against my tortured cock but he takes my arms and positions them above my head, smirking into the kiss. “Um um.” He hums, sucking my bottom lip.

I am going to DIE if he doesn’t touch me now! I struggle with his tight hold on my arms but he pins them down with determined force. I turn my head to the side to break the kiss, gasping.

“For fucks sake Dad, touch me, do something!”

“No.” He smiles simply, staying where he is. The minute his tongue makes contact with my heated neck, I fly off the handle and scream into his shoulder when I come.

Prematurely. Embarrassing.

“Oh fuck!! Ohhh! Oh, damn it Dad!” I can’t help it. My teeth sink right into his shoulder, blood splurting in my mouth. Not surprising that I like it. I suck on his wounded shoulder as he takes a long lick at my neck. Coming down from the pinnacle or release, I fail to notice that his hands have roamed to other parts of my body, mainly my still hard dick.

“Huhhh!” I cry, and bite down harder, tearing at his soft flesh. He stifles a grunt of pain. Silently, he works his hand over my sensitive shaft, venturing further down to cup the hairless sacs underneath. A guttural moan is just about all I manage before a scream is ripped from my throat.

Holy shit! What was that?!

He chuckles against my neck and does whatever that was again and again, I howl his name, arching away from the touch. “Feels nice, huh?”

“Yes!”

Do it again!

He does, and he presses harder on the hypersensitive remnants of my tail, and my back lifts off the mattress, grinding my hardness into his. Then I feel it, really feel it for the first time. I wasn’t paying attention to it last time, so long as it was hard and I could rub against it but…that *feels* big.

Taking my time to feel it out some more with my own crotch, I roll my hips heavily against his. Sweet Dende, I think I’m right about what I’m feeling; or is it one of those things that feels heightened during foreplay? No, I’m sure it isn’t. Dad is very well hung. How can that even be a surprise to me? I mean, in all of my fantasies, he’s hung like a horse and better sometimes, when I’m feeling particularly horny. He’d own me in bed with what he’s packing in those pants. I can’t wait.

But first, this teasing shit has got to stop.

A surge of my Ki and I flip us both over. He never lets go of my wrists, but he will, soon. I really don’t have time for very much foreplay, but I just have to have a look at what’s inside of those pants before I continue.

“Dad, let me go.”

“Not yet.”

Fuck, then when?!

“I want to watch you squirm a little more. You’re so hot when you’re horny. Who knows when I’ll get a chance to watch you like this again?” You’ve got to kidding me?! He wants to watch me?

“Aren’t you going to fuck me, Dad?”

There it is. His eye widen, like he didn’t know that was what I wanted all along and his surprise, or whatever that is, gives me the perfect chance to quickly snatch my arms out and instantly go for his pants. He looks on with slitted eyes. One hand moves up to his back to lift his hips while the other works on getting those pants off.

Once they’re gone, it’s all I can do to swallow the lump of fear and excitement that attempts to turn itself into a gasp. I knew it. Big. Really big. Huge maybe, I don’t know, it’s bigger than mine. The boxers don’t last another second.

I rip them off and toss them to god knows where, eagerly cupping the exposed flesh of his ass. My eyes roam all over his now fully naked body. His shirt? Don’t even know what happened to that, I just look up and it’s gone.

In all his glory, he lies under me, looking disheveled and sexy as sin, just waiting to be pleasured. Far be it from me to deny him what he wants. I grin.

“What do you think?”

“I think you better do something soon or I might change my mind about letting you be on top.” On top? “You mean….seme?” He smiles and shrugs. This is definitely my lucky day! I thought he was going to tear me apart with that monster between his legs, but he’s going to let me be on top! I was kind of hoping he would be the one fucking me, but oh well, it’s a win win situation and I’ll be damned if I lose.

His cock is hard as steel and lying thickly against his flat stomach, past his belly button, pre cum dripping out. My mouth waters at the sight. Slinking down his body, I go straight for the gold and engulf his cock without warning. He cries out, his voice deep and desperate. I suck him lightly, grazing my teeth on the underside of his shaft and flicking my tongue out to dip into the hole at the tip.

“Gohan! P-please!”

“Hmmm?” I mumble around his girth. My teeth aren’t doing a very good job of behaving and keep biting down on him. He grabs my head and tries to force me off of him, but I grab his hands and press my head down on him more.

“Oooooohhh! Gohan, wait, I--- I-- get off!” Damn it! I take him out of my mouth.

“No! I’m not stopping. What do you want?” I snap in a mean voice, wanting to get back to what I was doing so I can finish him off.

“I don’t want to….do that in your mouth. I don’t wan-----

To hell with that! Back in my mouth he goes. I work his dick with creative skill, pumping what I can’t get into my mouth. My head bobs faster in his lap. He grunts with every push, stroking my head and using his hips to guide his cock into the wet cavern of my mouth.

“…so close…yes Gohan yeaaahhhh….” I watch him with fascination. Gorgeous. That’s all I can really say to describe him. His mouth falls open to let out a lusty whimper, eyes closed, hair slicked with sweat.

“I’m co…uh, UH, GHA you are such a sluuut AHH!!” He screams, spilling his creamy essence into my hungrily awaiting mouth. I greedily swallow every drop, deciding it tastes great and savor some in my before pulling away with a perverted slurping sound.

“Heh, liked it?” He’s dazed. I smile. “I did.”

Now, something he said about ‘being on top’ has taken my interest. I go for him as soon as he relaxes on the bed but he puts up a hand to stop me.

“Wait, geez, I just had one heck of an orgasm, can I at least recover?!”

Dang. What am I going to do while he recovers? I want to come too, but I want to go off inside of him, so I still my all too willing hand and silently stare at him.

He looks so beautiful, lying there, panting and sweaty. My father is a clever guy, no matter what people say. He seduced me, and all it took were some coy words and oozing sex appeal, and he got exactly what he wanted. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have even considered myself that it would be as simple as this to get him into bed. He was careful about it, not that he would have scared me off. I appreciate that he considered all the factors I would have been too turned on to think about, and he still cared for the people around him. I don’t know if it took any balls to approach me and tell me that I liked him, but I’m sure I wouldn’t have done it. My father has always understood me and everyone else more than people give him credit for, and seeing my plight, he took action, as usual and offered to help me.

An offer way too good to pass up. People don’t have sex with their Dad’s. If I was told when I was younger that I would develop a strong sexual attraction to my father, I would have told whoever told me that they were perverts and to go fly a kite. Who’s the pervert now?

“Ready when you are, son.” His voice kind of startles me, but I’m ready. I smile gallantly at him. We can’t do this without lubrication, so I get up and go off into the bathroom in search of some. It doesn’t take long for me to find some homemade body crème, thick like Vaseline and nice smelling like soap. When I return I find the most wonderfully submissive sight before me.

He lying eagle spread, face down on the bed, glancing at me over a milky shoulder and grinning softly and looking totally fuckable. “Something to get me going?” I mutter under my breath, and pad over to him, climbing on the bed and settling next to him. Instantly, I cup his damn fine ass and run my fingers along the divide of his buttocks. Every once in a while, I part his cheeks and tease over his opening, making him shudder in response.

No more teasing.

Popping open the bottle of crème, I squirt some on my fingers and carefully swath them in the stuff, making sure two digits are lubed. I leave a good sized dallop on my hands and gently spread his cheeks again and nudge my fingers at the tight pink hole. I’m scared, I don’t want to hurt him.

He senses my apprehension and wiggles his ass closer to my hand, encouraging me to go on. Squinting my eyes, I carefully push at his entrance, but it’s so tight, it doesn’t give way without a fight.

“Dad, you have to relax, my finger can’t go in if you’re tense. Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you, if you want me to stop, I’ll stop.”

“Right.”

It takes some doing, but after a few deep breaths, he loosens up enough to allow my index finger to slip inside. Woah, that’s tight, even for one finger. His walls snugly wrap around my finger. I keep pressing until it is embedded knuckle deep. He tenses up again in discomfort but tells me to continue. Moving in and out, I get a rhythm going, and when I hear him whimpering above me, I can tell it’s a plea for more. Taking out the first finger, I re-lube the second one and thrust them back inside the wet velvet heat of his ass.

“Ohhh, that’s good Gohan, keep going. Do you think you can, you know, move them a little faster or something?” Complying with his wishes, I thrust my fingers in him faster and harder, inconspicuously adding a third finger and scissoring them to stretch him.

“Okay Gohan, I’m ready for you to...” He trails off.

Good, because Kami knows I’m about to die from anticipation.

Lubed up and shivering, I line myself up behind him before I realize something. I flip him over on his back. “I want to see your face when I do this. I want to make sure you’re alright.” He bits his lip nervously and nods.

He looks so vulnerable, but then again, he always has, when he isn’t fighting. Innocence that rivals a child’s, his looks can be very deceiving. That’s why I didn’t expect for this to happen. He’s so innocent, I guess he easily falls into the mindset of uke. I would disagree, but I’m not going to argue right now.

I lift his legs up and bring them around my waist into a comfortable position. I keep my gaze locked on to his as I slowly push forward until the head of my penis bursts into his rectum. He inhales sharply, biting his lip so hard it bleeds but he doesn’t tell me to stop. I keep my hips as still as I can and pull him forward instead. I groan loudly. I can’t believe how impossibly tight his ass is. I knew it was going to be a tight fit, but damn it, this is making me sweat.

“Ugh, Dad, god it’s so tight, I don’t think…I can stay still much longer.” It hurts. Like, ‘squeezing the life out of me if I stay still’ hurts. He needs to relax, for fucks sake, he’s going to take my dick off!

My feet dig into the mattress and my fingers claw at his skin, cutting him. “Just move, and I’ll try---to relax from there.” My hips dare to pump a few times and he cries out in pain.

Crap, I don’t want to hurt him, but at the same time, I really just want to pound him into this mattress with all my strength. I stop when I’ve impaled him to the base. I can’t stop fucking shaking. I can’t hold on.

“Daaaad…” I moan, distressed.

“Okay, Gohan, I-I’m alright, you can move now.” I start off cautiously, not wanting to go too far and scar him for life. This pace keeps up for a few minutes with him mewling and grunting and pressing his ankles into my lower back to try and get me to go deeper.

“Gohan I’m not your mother’s fine china, do it harder already!” Precious naïve Dad, you don’t know what you’re asking me to do.

Something in me snaps and I lose it, driving into him with such powerful ferocity that he lurches back and almost cracks the bedpost in half when he catches it to steady himself. He screams in delight as I pound away at his ass, digging my nails into his hips and yanking him forward.

Then I catch a glimpse of the healing scar on his shoulder and have the irrepressible urge to sink my teeth into his flesh so I lean over and lap at his feverishly hot skin. I bar my fangs and rip away his skin, sucking the blood that trickles into my mouth. The salty metallic taste is like an aphrodisiac to my senses.

His head thrashes back and forth, he howls like it’s the end of the world and tightens his thighs around me.

“Gohan!!!! Uhhhh, yes!!! Harder son, I can take it, give it to me harder!”

That’s it.

I turn Super Saiyan 2 and with blinding sped crash my hips against his ass, throwing my head back when I feel his walls constrict around my cock like a vice. Holy shit, I’m not going to last another fucking minute!

Dad screams my name so loud I swear the house shakes. I use every ounce of my strength as I feel my end nearing fast, to screw him into the mattress, hearing the wood split but not caring. He powers up to Super Saiyan 2 as well to keep up with me and my eyes disappear into the back of my head and my mouth falls open in ecstasy.

Nothing has ever felt this good, ever. Videl could never give me this kind of pleasure, that’s why it was necessary to take advantage of this.

Bliss like you wouldn’t believe courses through me, a high I’ve never gotten fighting, and I think fighting is better than sex with Videl. Not that she isn’t good, but I’m a Saiyan and she’s a human, strong, but frail nonetheless. Dad, however is perfect for me this way. I can use what ever measure of strength I desire, and not have to worry about him bleeding to death internally.

We need this, we need to experience something greater than what we already know, something that we can give and gain pleasure from. I am more than happy to give him what he needs, even if it is considered wrong to anyone else. Our Saiyan sex drives demand we have something more, something strong and complete and this is it. There’s no one I’d rather share this with than my father.

An animalistic scream is torn from my throat. I lean back a bit, widen my grip on his hipbones and plow him faster and harder, striking his prostate with every shove of my cock. I’m in heaven. I watch myself disappear into his tight anus with lewd fascination, growling in pleasure.

Dad twists and snarls against the pillow, bucking against me with wanton fury. He’s so sexy like this, getting fucked by his own son and loving every minute of it. Taking his cock in my right hand, I jerk him with lighting quick strokes, determined to bring him off at the same time. The bed slams against the wall, denting it and spaying the pillow next to him with powder.

“DAAAADDDDD!!!!!”

My world goes white for the entire duration of my climax and I’m only vaguely aware of the warm wet feeling on my hand as I fall on top of him, completely worn out. The air around us is hot and heavy but I breathe in as much of it as I can.

Dad snuggles his face into my damp hair and his legs go limp at my sides. That was incredible! The bed is hot and moist, and so inviting. I roll off of him and to his side, trying not to sound like I’m dying for air, even though it feels that way. My mouth is dry as sand and my saliva has dried up. I need water, but I couldn’t move to get it if I tried.

Dad breathes heavily next to me and if I could raise my arms to hold him, I would, but I’m so tired right now, I only have the strength to close my eyes. I don’t go to sleep, only when I am calm do I move to embrace him. He’s slumbering, snoring lightly, looking innocent and beautiful. I gather his body, still damp with cold sweat, into my arms and purr.

It’s been so long since I’ve felt this complete and satisfied, I can only hope that I can always feel this way with him, even though I know that it my not always be this way. For now I’ll take what I can get and cherish it. He groans against my chest and tries to roll over onto his stomach. I let him go and he opens his eyes and smiles at me. The smile is infectious and I smile back, petting his arm.

He says nothing, but I don’t expect him to. It isn’t like we’re in love or anything, there is no need for sentimentalities afterward. I have Videl for that and he has Mom. We have everything we need and I have not a single regret. I know he doesn’t either.

Someday, when Videl and Mom are gone, we will still have each other, and maybe, we can move on and still maintain. I’d like that.

“You aren’t going to sleep?” He’s awake and watching me think, wide eyed and not looking sleepy at all himself.

“Maybe. I’m just thinking.” He offers me a warm smile and pulls the sheets out from under him.

“So I see. You know, it isn’t as complicated as you think. It’s simplicity that makes this work. It will work. It’s so easy after all. Now, uh, I don’t know about you….” He looks uneasy.

“What is it Dad?”

“I don’t know about you but I’m starving lets get something to eat!” If I wasn’t already lying down, I would have fallen over!

He laughs and jumps out of the bed, naked as the day he was born and tears down the stairs in search of something to feed his Saiyan appetite. A low pang of emptiness jabs at my stomach and I realize that I too am hungry.

Following him downstairs, I find myself thinking of how I’ve never been happier with anyone else in my life. I love Videl, but I like what I have with Dad. They can’t replace one another, so I have no qualms about things going wrong in my marriage. Dad and I will have to work something’s out when Mom is gone, but for now, we can just enjoy what we have, because if there are more days like this to come, I am most certainly looking forward to it.

END.

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