Loser at Home

My two older sisters have moved out, but home is still the best place to be. I'm certainly old enough to get out on my own, and I have, but when you've got hot and cold running entertainment right at home, why leave?

Do I sound like a loser to you? Because, truth be told, I am kind of a loser. My sisters are both successful, and I'm sure my brother will be too, once he finishes school. And here I am, living at home with my parents, trying to get a job that doesn't stop every three months.

I'm a theatrical technician, which is fancy talk for a backstage non-actor. I've got experience doing everything from carpentry to painting to lighting, and I can make some fair money if I swing it right, but most of the gigs I work are short-term and don't pay very well. So I stay home.

My dad doesn't mind at all. Believe me, he may be getting a little older but that doesn't mean he's not interested in sex. He likes to wake me up in the morning with a good hot shower, just the two of us. There's nothing that compares to the energizing feeling of a hard cock inside you.

We have a shower to die for, which is another reason I guess I don't move out. It's not just one of your tub with overhead faucet deals. It's practically a sauna. Dad soaps me up all over, so all I have to do is just sit back and slowly get less groggy. I'm not much of a morning person. Usually he starts getting my attention after a while as his washing turns into a massage and then into foreplay.

Generally Dad likes to lean me over the bench (I said it was a shower to die for) and mount me from behind. He knows just how to push so I feel every inch of him entering me, slowly but surely. When we haven't got much time he picks up the pace, but on those few days when neither of us has anything better to do he can prolong each penetration until it seems like hours.

My dad could have been a porn star if he wanted; he's got great technique and the stamina of a bull elephant, not to mention a penis that makes women melt. At least, it makes his girls melt, and that's all he cares about. But on a rushed morning, he uses his fingers to diddle me while he presses into me just so, and then when he feels my climax he speeds up and goes off too. It's better than coffee, let me tell you.

So that's just my wake up call. Why would I ever want to leave home? Okay, so I will eventually, but the money I make helps my family out and I'm a great cook. I guess being a loser has its plus sides too. But I'm still a loser.