Before getting to bed, I showered thoroughly and joined Dad. He hugged and kissed me. The difference between sex with Evan and Dad was significant. Dad was gentle. I was still a bottom, but was treated with tenderness. Evan seemed to take his role as the top in a more dominant way, needing me to be his sub.

Dad kissed my lips softly, fucked my back hole cautiously, ensured both orgasmed, and thanked me afterward. I went to sleep, leaning my head on his groin with his shriveled dick serving as my pacifier.

The next day, Dad and I spent the whole day together. It felt like a separation... In...