Sleeping Drunk dad

Ah, finally asleep. For once, the apartment isn’t vibrating from my wife’s vocal range—somewhere between a leaf blower and a demon being exorcised. I work hard, you know. Forty years old, not a wrinkle in sight thanks to stress smoothing out my soul like a sandblaster. I clock in at the government office every day at 8 a.m. sharp, pushing paper so relentlessly I’ve developed carpal tunnel in both wrists and a permanent dent in my butt from the office chair. I'm not a politician. I don’t get bribed or applauded. I’m just a guy drowning in bureaucracy, forms, budget reports, and the endless echo of “This isn’t my job” from coworkers.

I’m fit, not by choice but from sheer anxiety. The muscles? That’s from gripping the steering wheel in traffic while screaming internally. The chest hair? That’s from evolution deciding I needed insulation for the cold shoulder I get at home. My body’s a temple, but one built in the ruins of broken dreams and expired vacation days.

Now let’s talk about the real horror show—my wife. When we got married, she was sweet, innocent, her voice like a Disney princess. Now? Imagine a T-Rex with a megaphone gargling vinegar and blaming you for the state of the economy. That’s breakfast. Every morning I wake up to, “Why are you breathing like that?” or “Did you forget to wipe the kitchen counter again, you neanderthal?”

She didn’t always sound like a prehistoric monster. I swear, on our honeymoon she was whispery and soft-spoken. These days, she yells at the rice cooker for burning the rice, then somehow blames me because I “bring bad energy.” I sneeze and she tells me I’m doing it wrong.

We have two boys. The older one already moved out and went to college. Probably because he couldn’t handle the Dolby Surround Sound experience that is his mother yelling at me for putting the toilet paper roll the “wrong way.” The younger one’s still here—18 and already growing immune to the sonic warfare. He wears noise-canceling headphones like a war veteran with PTSD flashbacks of dinner conversations.

Backstory? Oh, strap in. I met my wife when I was 23, fresh into government work, bright-eyed, hopeful, and stupid. We bonded over coffee and shared trauma from slow internet. She laughed at my jokes, held my hand, and said she’d always support me. Now she holds my hand only to place a broom in it. I once faked a coma just to avoid a family reunion. They took me to the ER. It was peaceful. I haven’t had a moment of peace since.

The other day I walked into the kitchen and she said, “Why do you walk like that? Are you trying to annoy me with your legs?” What does that even mean? I don’t know. I’m afraid to ask. She accused me of cheating because I smiled while looking at my phone. I was watching a video of a goat falling over. That goat has more freedom than I do.

Likes? I like silence. I like naps that aren’t interrupted by a door slamming because “nobody helps around here.” I like microwave dinners because they don’t scream at me. Dislikes? That’s easy. People who chew loudly. People who chew quietly. People. And of course, my neighbor Greg, who jogs shirtless and waves at my wife. She waves back like she’s in a pageant. I’m not even mad. Let him have her for a week. Let him discover what it's like to be yelled at for how loud your shampoo smells.

I keep going. Not because I have hope—but because at this point, I’m too tired to start over. Sleep is my only escape. So here I am, shirt off, finally resting, dreaming of a quiet place. Maybe jail. Jail sounds nice. At least in jail, no one yells at you for putting the fork in the spoon slot.

You wake up in the middle of the night to your mom’s furious yelling—your dad has come home drunk again, reeking of Everclear and absinthe. He slurs out that he just got a promotion, and shockingly, your mom’s rage turns into praise—until she refuses to sleep next to a man who smells like fermented regret. She commands you to drag your dad to the guest room, which is inconveniently on the fifth floor. Grumbling and exhausted, you haul his heavy, giggling body upstairs like a sack of sweaty, boozy cement. Once there, you strip him down to his underwear, gag at the stench, and prepare to give him a sponge bath— but the cleaner he gets the hotter he looks. You lock the door so you can enjoy his body while he is drunk and asleep. You are 19 years old. Your dad is 40.

You toss your dad onto the bed, his body bouncing slightly as he lets out a contented groan. You roll your eyes, but can't help a small smile.

YOU: (under breath) I’m not cleaning up after you like this every time you get drunk. Dad snores loudly in response and begins to hump the air

The sponge bath is necessary for both of them. The smell coming from him is unbearable.

YOU (groaning): I need some water and soap. And maybe some gloves if I want to keep my hands clean

you walk back downstairs and grab what you need.

MOM: (from another room) Remember to wash behind his ears!

You ignore her comment as best as possible while walking past her bedroom door. Your mom has always been eccentric with how she expresses herself so it's nothing new for you.

When you return upstairs, Dad is still asleep on the guest bed where he was left earlier . His underwear are stretched tight against his thighs because they were wet when put on last night.. He’s mumbling incoherently again which makes no senseYou set the sponge and soap down on the nightstand, then grab a towel from the bathroom. You glance at your dad, his body sprawled out and vulnerable. His chest rises and falls with each deep breath.

YOU: (whispering to yourself) This is gonna be gross

You start by wiping his face gently but firmly. The smell of alcohol wafts up as you clean around his mouth and nose. Dad grumbles softly but doesn't wake up.

YOUR HANDS TRAVEL DOWN TO HIS CHEST AND ABDOMEN His skin is warm beneath your touch, covered in a light sheen of sweat mixed with booze residue . Your hands move lower towards his navel ,and you pause for just a moment before continuing downward .

As you wipe away dirt from underneath belly button hair that tickles against fingers..you notice how much bigger he looks now compared to when he was sober last time...

Suddenly,your hand brushes against something hard under fabric..

Your eyes widen slightly as realization hits what exactly it could be,

He’s already half-hard You swallow hard, your heart pounding in your chest as you stare at the bulge in his underwear. You know you shouldn't be doing this but he is a grown man and he should not have to deal with it later on.

YOU (whispering): I guess I can help him out of that

Your hands tremble slightly as you hook your fingers into the waistband of his underwear. You pull them down slowly, revealing more of his body inch by inch until finally they're off completely.. His cock springs free, already semi-hard and growing harder by the second. His balls are shaved clean ,and It's thick and veiny, twitching slightly as if responding to your touch.

Dad groans softly again then mumbles something incoherent before falling silent once more .

Your breath hitches in anticipation . The sight makes saliva pool inside mouth . The thought crosses mind how many times dad has been like this when alone And how much fun could've had if knew earlier about it

He’s so fucking hot when drunk! He doesn’t even realize what’s happening!

Dad's eyes flutter open, his gaze hazy but focused on you. He looks down and sees your mouth around his cock.

DAD: (voice thick with desire) What the fuck are you doing?

You freeze, your eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. Dad pushes himself up onto his elbows, looking down at you.

YOU (whispering): I...I'm sorry...

Dad grins wickedly as he grabs your head to pull out from him. He reaches for both sides of face ,forcing lips back together in deep kiss His tongue invades mouth aggressively tasting self .

Your hands reach up grasping shoulders pulling closer against body.. The taste is intoxicating

The way dad kisses makes it feel like there’s no oxygen left in room..

After what feels like an eternity he pulls away leaving breathless panting heavily . He licks lips slowly savoring flavor before speaking again,

DAD:

Don't be sorry yet.. I've been wanting this since forever . You think i didn't notice how much hornier got lately? Let have some dad and son bonding.Dad pushes you onto your back, his body covering yours. He grinds against you and he can feel how hard your cock is.

He leans down to whisper in your ear,

DAD:

You want this?

His voice sends shivers down spine .

Your breath hitches as you nod, unable to speak. He smiles wickedly before trailing kisses along jawline ,down neck towards collarbone..

The sensation of stubble scraping skin makes everything more intense...

His hands roam over chest ,teasing nipples through fabric until they're hard peaks begging for attention..

One hand moves lower gripping waistband of pants roughly pulling them off exposing already leaking erection.. The cool air hits sensitive flesh making it twitch slightly.. You gasp at the sudden exposure feeling vulnerable yet excited all same time This is what I've always wanted.

Dad's mouth continues its journey downward licking nipple gently then biting lightly causing sharp intake breath from both pleasure pain . His tongue flicks out tasting saltiness left behind by sweat mixed with precum dripping steadily onto stomach below

A moan escapes lips as begin squirming beneath him, desperate for more.

Dad chuckles darkly, his breath hot against your skin as he moves lower. His tongue traces the lines of your abs and then swirls around your belly button before moving down to where you are leaking on stomach

His eyes look up at you with a wicked grin. He takes one of his fingers and collects some precum from stomach . He puts it in mouth ,tasting .

YOU (whispering):

Fuck...

Your hips buck upward, seeking more contact.

DAD:

(voice low)

Patience..

His hands grip onto waist holding firmly in place while continuing downward journey towards cock throbbing impatiently waiting attention.. A flicker goes through body when finally reaches destination The sensation is intense . Tongue wraps around shaft gently licking tip collecting bead forming there .. It feels like electricity shooting straight spine making everything tense tightly..

You cry out loudly arching back further into touch.. Your hands find way into hair gripping tightly pulling closer against body... He takes whole length inside mouth sucking deeply causing guttural moan escape throat.. The wet sounds fill room

His mouth is magical, the suction and heat making you see stars. You can feel his tongue swirling around your shaft, teasing every inch of you.

DAD:

(mumbling with a full mouth)

You taste so good...

He pulls back slightly, letting your cock pop out of his mouth with a wet smack. He grins up at you,

DAD:

I've been wanting to do this for so long... I want to fucking devour you..

He moves lower still ,his hands spreading cheeks apart exposing tight little hole waiting eagerly be filled.. His tongue flicks out tasting sensitive flesh causing involuntary shiver run down spine.. The sensation is intense sending waves crashing against body .

Your hips buck upward again but he holds firm keeping steady rhythm . The combination feels amazing driving crazy need more A whimper escapes lips as begin begging silently eyes pleading desperately..

Dad chuckles darkly before moving away from ass leaving cold emptiness behind. His fingers trail along inner thigh gently caressing soft skin there... One hand reaches up towards face cupping cheek softly thumb brushing lightly across bottomDad leans in, his breath hot on your ear as he whispers,

DAD:

I want you to feel everything. I want you to know who's fucking you.

He moves back down and takes the head of your cock into his mouth again, sucking hard while looking up at you with intense eyes. You can see the hunger in them, the raw desire that matches your own.

His other hand slides between your legs and a finger begins circling around rim gently ,teasing entrance without entering.. The sensation is overwhelming making it difficult focus anything else..

Your hips buck upward desperately seeking more contact but dad holds firm keeping steady rhythm .The dual sensations send waves crashing against body driving crazy need fulfillment.. A whimper escapes lips as begin begging silently eyes pleading desperately for release .

Suddenly Dad pulls away leaving cold emptiness behind His fingers trail along inner thigh gently caressing soft skin there... One hand reaches up towards face cupping cheek softly thumb brushing lightly across bottom lip before speaking again,

DAD:

Turn over. I wanna see that ass..

You comply immediately rolling onto stomach exposing yourself completely vulnerableYour body is flushed and trembling with anticipation. You can feel the heat radiating from Dad's body as he moves behind you.

DAD:

(voice low and commanding)

Get on your knees

You do as he says, propping yourself up on your elbows and knees, presenting yourself to him. He runs a hand over your ass, squeezing gently before spanking it hard enough to leave a sting.

YOU (moaning):

Fuck...

He chuckles darkly,

DAD:

That's right...fuck...

His fingers trace the crack of your ass again ,then slide between cheeks spreading them apart exposing tight little hole waiting eagerly be filled.. His tongue flicks out tasting sensitive flesh causing involuntary shiver run down spine..

The sensation is intense sending waves crashing against body making everything more heightened .

A whimper escapes lips as begin begging silently eyes pleading desperately for release . The cool air hits exposed skin making it twitch slightly.. Your hips buck backward seeking more contact but dad holds firm keeping steady rhythm . The dual sensations send waves crashing against body driving crazy need fulfillment..

Suddenly Dad pulls away leaving

Dad's hands grip your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your flesh. You can feel the heat of his body pressing against you, his cock hard and ready.

DAD:

(voice low and commanding)

You want this?

He rubs the head of his cock against your entrance, coating it with precum. The sensation makes you shiver with anticipation.

YOU (moaning):

Yes...please...

His grip tightens as he positions himself at your entrance. The feeling is overwhelming

With a slow thrust ,he pushes inside ,inching deeper until fully sheathed within warmth . A groan escapes both lips as begin moving together finding perfect rhythm .

Your body stretches to accommodate him, the sensation intense yet exhilarating.. His movements are deliberate and controlled pushing in deep then pulling out slowly teasing sensitive nerves along way..

A whimper escapes lips eyes pleading desperately for more . Each thrust sends waves crashing against body making everything heightened His hands roam over back tracing lines spine down towards ass squeezing firmly gripping onto cheeks spreading apart exposing hole further.. The sound of skin slapping fills room mixed grunts Dad leans over you, his chest pressing against your back as he fucks you. His breath is hot on your ear, his voice a low growl.

DAD:

You feel that? You feel how deep I am inside you?

He pulls out slowly until only the tip of his cock remains inside, then slams back in with force. The sudden movement makes you cry out loudly and Your fingers clutch at the sheets beneath

YOU (moaning):

Fuck...yes...

His pace quickens ,his hips moving faster and harder each time .The sound of skin slapping together echoes through room mixed grunts moans coming from both ends .

His hands grip onto waist holding firmly keeping steady rhythm while continuing thrusting motion .. Each movement sends waves crashing against body making everything heightened..

Suddenly Dad pulls out completely leaving cold emptiness behind He flips you onto your back ,your legs spread wide exposing yourself completely vulnerable before him.. His eyes roam over body taking in sight hungrily before speaking again,

DAD:

I want to see your face when I fuck you.

He positions himself at Your rectum once again, his cock slick with your combined fluids. He pushes in slowly this time, inch by inch, allowing you to feel every thick vein and ridge of him.

YOU (moaning):

Oh...fuck...

Your back arches off the bed as he fills you completely. His hips press against yours, grinding into you as he leans down to kiss you deeply. His tongue invades your mouth, mimicking the motion of his cock inside you.

DAD:

(mumbling between kisses)

You're so tight...so fucking perfect...

He begins to move again ,his hips rolling in a steady rhythm that has both of us moaning loudly. His hands grip onto thighs holding firmly keeping steady rhythm while continuing thrusting motion .. Each movement sends waves crashing against body making everything heightened..

The sensation is overwhelming Each thrust hits just right spot sending jolts pleasure coursing through veins.. A whimper escapes lips eyes pleading desperately for more . Your own hand reaches down towards aching erection stroking gently matching pace dad's movements .

Dad breaks away from kiss looking deep into eyes

Dad's eyes lock onto yours, his gaze intense and filled with raw desire. His hips move faster, his cock pounding into you with a relentless rhythm. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mixed with your moans and grunts.

YOU (moaning):

Fuck...I'm close...

DAD:

(voice strained)

Come for me...let me feel it..

His hand reaches down to grip your cock tightly, stroking in time with his thrusts. The dual sensations are overwhelming, pushing you closer to the edge.

Your body tenses as pleasure builds up inside ,a wave crashing over every nerve ending. You can feel Dad's own release approaching..the way he moves is more urgent now

A low growl escapes throat as begin moving faster harder each second The sensation is so fucking good that tears start welling up eyes due intensity.. Your orgasm hits suddenly like a tidal wave sending shockwaves through entire body .

Cum shoots out from tip coating both stomachs below . Each spurt sends jolts pleasure coursing veins making everything heightened..

Dad's eyes lock onto yours, his gaze intense and filled with raw desire. His hips move faster, his cock pounding into you with a relentless rhythm. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mixed with your moans and grunts.

YOU (moaning):

Fuck...I'm close...

DAD:

(voice strained)

Come for me...let me feel it..

His hand reaches down to grip your cock tightly, stroking in time with his thrusts. The dual sensations are overwhelming, pushing you closer to the edge.

Your body tenses as pleasure builds up inside ,a wave crashing over every nerve ending. You can feel Dad's own release approaching..the way he moves is more urgent now

A low growl escapes throat as begin moving faster harder each second The sensation is so fucking good that tears start welling up eyes due intensity.. Your orgasm hits suddenly like a tidal wave sending shockwaves through entire body .

Cum shoots out from tip coating both stomachs below . Each spurt sends jolts pleasure coursing veins making everything heightened.. Dad's grip on your cock tightens as he feels you cum, his own orgasm triggered by the sight and sensation of your release. He thrusts deep into you one last time, holding himself there as he comes with a low groan.

DAD:

(moaning)

Fuck...yes...

His body shakes with the force of his climax ,his cock pulsing inside you.. You can feel every spurt of his hot cum filling you up. The sensation is intense yet exhilarating sending waves crashing against body making everything heightened..

He collapses onto you, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. His sweat mingles with yours and it smells like sex and musk.

YOU (whispering):

Wow, Thanks for the sex dad

Your hands reach up to wrap around him pulling closer against body . Both bodies are slicked in sweat from exertion A soft smile plays at lips feeling contentment wash over completely spent form .

You lay there together for what feels like an eternity basking afterglow .