“Yeah,” he said in a voice I’d never heard him use.
He leaned up against me harder, bending almost to the point where my knees were touching my shoulders. Then he pulled back. And then he slammed forward with so much force that I actually slid a bit further up the bed. Another blow immediately followed and then a third. After that they became too numerous and frequent to count. My dad was slamming me with as much force and speed as he could muster. He was finally fucking me! And boy, was he fucking me.
His strokes were taking my breath away. Each time he pushed, I was forced, literally forced to exhale. It became difficult to actually get any breaths in since he was pounding me so rapidly. And each one slid me further and further up until my head was pressed firmly against the headboard. One would think that I would be hating this rough treatment. However, one would be wrong. Contrary to how it seemed, I was in paradise. My dad was fucking me hard and deep, hitting places in my body that I never knew existed and had never anticipated ever finding. It felt so fucking good! I was groaning in- between my gasps of air. Crying out in a pleasure I’d never before experienced. I wanted it. Oh, I’d wanted it so badly and now I was getting it. And, fuck me, did it feel good.
“Take it boy! Take daddy’s dick! Oh, fuck! Your ass feels SO FUCKING GOOD!”
“Daddy! Uh- un! Daddy! F- fuck me, un- ah, daddy! FUCK ME HARD!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.
At that moment, my balls tightened up in their sack and started shooting my seed haphazardly. Real cream this time. Not an anal orgasm. And honest to God ejaculation. And because I was bent over so far, it was shooting all over my face. I opened my mouth and shot my own seed inside of it. I was swallowing my own cum while my dad was slam fucking me. That just made me unload even harder.
“Cum! Gonna’ cum! FUCKIN’ CUM!” my dad bellowed before he roared.
I could feel his seed splatter in me. Rope after thick, creamy rope of it slathered my insides. Each blast was accompanied by another forceful slam of his hips into me. I could feel his semen filling my bowels. It was hot. And thick. And so copious. I could actually feel the weight of it as it distended my bowels. It acted like an extinguisher, quenching the fire that had grown in my belly. It wasn’t my orgasm that had done that. No, it had taken my dad’s sperm to satisfy me.
I had never felt fully content, no matter how many times I’d cum before, either by hand or from my ex. Not even having dad suck it out of me was enough. No, it was his orgasms- his semen that my body had been craving for so long without my even knowing it. Swallowing it had helped some. But it took having it injected into my asshole for it to actually work its magic. As his cum shots started to subside, I began to wonder how long it would take before he could get it up and do this to me again. I hoped it wouldn’t be long.
My dad held my there, fully embedded in me, my body bent in half, for several minutes as he tried to recover. I could feel his erection subsiding, slowly shrinking inside of me. I didn’t complain even once. I loved feeling those post orgasmic shudders he was having, each one meant just a little more of him was being shot into me. I loved that I could do that to him. I loved feeling the sweat on his body and his brow as it gently rained down on me. It meant that I had taken everything that Big Mike could dish out and had completely satisfied him.
He let go of my legs and collapsed on top of me, completely spent. Even though he resting some of his weight on his elbows, there was still a massive man almost crushing me. It didn’t matter. His dick was still inside. I was happy.
A few minutes later, it had shriveled up enough to slide out. What followed was this delightful gush of fluid- his cream, no doubt. It almost tickled as it dribbled out of me. I tried to clench my hole, damming the flow, but it was no use. It was still too stretched out, too distended to follow my commands. I could feel it slowly start to close and hoped that not all of his marvelous semen had been lost. I wanted another taste, not caring if it had come out of my asshole. I was sure that it would only taste better that way.
A few minutes later, my dad rolled off. I immediately ran my hand up my ass crack and marveled at the volume of spent cum I was able to collect. I brought my hand to my mouth and licked every drop off of my fingers. I went for another handful and bore down this time, essentially shitting his fluid into my hand. This time I had a nice little pool to drink before sucking it off every finger. I was able to do this three times before I couldn’t really get anymore.
As I was sucking the last dregs of it from my fingers, I looked over at him. He had a big grin on his face.
“Like that, do you?”
“Yes, dad. It tastes wonderful.”
“Good, I’ll have to make sure to feed you more just as soon as I can,” he said.
“I can’t wait,” I replied.
He leaned forward and gave me a deep, long, tongue kiss. Then he pulled my head to his chest and we both drifted off to sleep, content and fully satisfied.
5
Sometime in the middle of the night, he got an alert- a four alarm fire to fight. He begrudgingly got out of the bed and dressed in a hurry. He was out the door in less than five minutes. To be honest, I felt a little disappointed. He barely acknowledged me. I mean, I don’t want to sound like some kind of housewife, but all I got was a grunt saying good bye. As I laid in the bed feeling a bit disgruntled, I heard the front door bang open again. I could hear his footsteps as he ran through the living room. He must have forgotten something. He practically jumped on the bed and gave me a deep, wet kiss.
“Sorry. Not used to you yet,” he said. “Love you. ‘Bye.”
And with that he was gone again. I instantly felt better. I snuggled back down between the covers and started to doze off again. And then it hit me… He’d said he loved me. HE’D SAID HE LOVED ME!!!! My dad was never one much for affection. Sure he’d said he’d loved me before, when I was a kid. And that was just the normal father/son “Love you” type of thing. But this time when he’d said it… There was a different tone. A much different tone. Was my dad in love with me? And if so, was I in love with him? I mean, I’d always loved him, make no mistake about that. But in love? To be honest, I didn’t know how I felt. I really didn’t. I knew that something had changed between he and I. Sure they had. We’d had sex, after all. But had emotions gotten involved, as well? I suppose they had. I felt closer to my dad now than I ever had in my life. So that love I felt was even stronger, deeper. But in love? I didn’t know. I’d never been in love with anybody before. I didn’t know how it felt. This was going to take some soul searching and an exploration of my feelings. But that was for tomorrow. I checked the clock. 2:41 a.m. Way too late (or early) to think that hard. Besides, I was still physically exhausted from what we’d done. Nope. I’d cover those issues tomorrow (today).
By the way, I discovered something interesting as I laid there, trying to drift off to sleep. My asshole was sore. Okay, after what we’d done, no big surprise, I suppose. But for some odd reason, I got the urge to clench my anal sphincter. There was a deep, almost burning soreness when I did. Sure, it hurt more. But at the same time, it brought back memories as to why it hurt so much. Almost instantly, my cock started to get hard. Seemed to be a curious response to me. But I loved that pain and those memories. I hoped that dad and I could make more later on.
The next thing I knew, dad was stumbling back into the room. I felt the bed shift as he sat down on the mattress. He let out a long sigh.
“You okay, dad?”
“Huh? Yeah. That was just a bad one. Another company lost a guy and Jeff got burned.”
“Uncle Jeff? Is he going to be okay?” I asked, sitting up, suddenly wide awake.
“Yeah, he went to the hospital. Got a good scorch mark on his arm. Looked pretty deep. He’ll probably need a skin graft. At least he’ll have a cool looking scar,” my dad said with a little laugh. “Could have been much worse.”
I crawled up behind and wrapped my arms around him as much as I could, hugging tightly.
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nbsp; “I always worry about you, dad. Every day.”
“I know you do,” he said as he turned his head to give me a soft kiss on my arm before snuggling into it.
The smell of sweat and smoke wafted off of him pretty strongly. And though it brought back memories, it also was starting to choke me.
“Did you shower before coming home?” I asked.
“No.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. I was kind of hoping…”
“Yes…?”
“I was kind of hoping that you might want to…I don’t know… help me wash?” he said with excitement and nervousness in his voice. As if I’d say no. Ha!
“If you’d like me to, I will. Freely and gladly.”
With that he grabbed my arms and held tight as he stood up. He gave me a piggy back ride into the bathroom. He let me go and turned around with a big smile on his face that I just had to return. He bent forward and kissed me- another one of those deep, wet kisses. I went to work on his clothes. We stopped kissing only long enough for me to raise his shirt over his head. His pants were next. I deftly unlatched his belt and unbuttoned his fly. They dropped to the floor with a soft “thunk”. We kept kissing as we moved to the shower room. I heard the tap squeak as he turned the water on. He pulled me into the stall with him. The water was still cold! Damn cold. But it could not quench the fire burning within me. My cock was hard as steel and judging by the way dad’s cock was poking me, his was, as well.
I felt his hand wrap around my shaft, stroking it soft and slow. It gave me the chills. The cold water didn’t do it, my dad’s hand did. I reached around to grasp his, once more thrilling at the size of the thing. I still couldn’t believe that I’d managed to get it all of the way in my mouth and my ass. It just didn’t seem humanly possible. But then again, I did it out of sheer love for the man. That gave me the impetus I needed to do it. And yes, my throat was sore. My ass was sore. But it was so worth it and I couldn’t wait to do it again.
By now the water was warming up. I released his cock and ran my hands all over him, loving the feel of his warm, hairy flesh. That made me remember that we were supposed to be in here getting him clean, not fooling around. I pulled back, making him release my manhood and breaking our kiss. He gave me a confused and disappointed look.
“None of that until you get clean,” I teased. He gave me a disappointed glance.
“Yes, dear,” he said. Even though he’d said it in an almost sarcastic way, I still found it endearing.
I grabbed the bar of soap and started lathering up my hands. Sure I could have used the body wash and bath pouf and given him a better scrub, I thought this way was better- a little hands on action.
I started with his massive chest, running my hands all over it, even giving his nipples a little tweak. He grunted his approval. I ran my hands down his rounded belly, but just as I was about to touch his junk, I took my hands away. You should have seen the disappointed look on his face. I instructed him to lift his arms and scrubbed both of his sweaty pits, tickling him a little. Then I did each arm, before ordering him to turn around. I gave his shoulders a little rub down while I cleansed them before moving down his back. I skipped his backside for the moment and crouched, moving down his legs to his feet. They were rough and calloused and when I touched them just right, he squirmed away with a giggle. I saved that little bit of knowledge for later. I moved back up his legs until I was running my hands over each globe of his butt cheeks. I slipped a few fingers between them and made sure that I gave his back door a bit of a rub. He gasped a little. But when I tried to insert one, he moved away.
“I like some ass play, but not insertions. They really don’t do anything for me. I hope you don’t mind,” he said. Fine he was a top. I was a bottom. It was perfect.
“Not at all,” I said.
I used the cascading water to make sure he was devoid of soap back there and spread his cheeks apart. I’d never given a rimjob before, but was interested in trying. At least I knew he was clean. He took the hint of what I was trying to do and bent forward a little. I extended my tongue until it was sliding over the wrinkled skin of his rectum. He gasped again. As I ran my mouth muscle around the ring, he groaned. I stopped being concerned about what I was doing and how to do it. I had a pretty good idea of what it was about now.
I coated his hole in love and saliva. I could feel it relax with every swipe. I was even able to get my tongue in there a bit before it was too worn out to continue. I stayed where I was and had him turn again. And there it was, the object of my lusts and desires. His cock was still rock hard and his balls were hanging lower than usual, thanks in part to the warm water. I could feel my mouth water at the sight of it. The water had done very little to wash away the odor of his ball sweat. I inhaled deeply, loving the smell of his musk. I leaned forward and lapped at the crevice between his junk and his thigh, getting a good taste of the acrid, saltiness. I did this three times before moving to the other side. I liked feeling his hard cock as it pulsed on the side of my face while I was licking him.
When I pulled back there was a large glob of precum oozing out of the slit. I ran my tongue over it, collecting and savoring it. God, my dad tasted so good! I was tempted to go ahead and blow him right there, but I still had a chore to do before I could have my fun. I lathered up my hands again and slowly stroked his hose, cleaning it and pleasuring him at the same time. He looked down at me.
“Oh, my God,” he moaned.
I gave him a slow, slippery hand job while using my other hand to wash his pendulant ball sack.
“Fuck! That feels so good!”
I was nearly done with my task when he arched himself backwards and cried out. His cock exploded with long white streaks of his creamy cum. It splattered on my face and dripped off of my chin. I jerked him even harder and opened my mouth, collecting as much semen in it as I could. When his shots slowed to a drizzle, I put the tip of him into my mouth and sucked out the rest, while my hand worked hard to wring it from him.
As he recovered, I pulled back and looked up at him. He was already glaring down at me. I opened my mouth wide to show him all of the white cum that I’d collected in it. Then I closed up and swallowed. When I opened again, my mouth was empty. He reached down and scraped some more off of my cheek. I sucked on his finger, eating his salty/sweet goodness. He did this again to my other cheek and then my chin, each time getting the same reaction from me. It made him grin every time that I did this. I finally stood up, convinced that I had cleaned him well. He grabbed me and kissed me deeply, his tongue searching my mouth for even a drop of left over semen. I assure you, there was none.
“Your turn,” he said.
He didn’t take as much time as I had with him. Well, at least until he got to my ass. He had me bend over completely while he tongued my hole. God, it felt so good, especially when he was able to bury his entire tongue in there. I didn’t think it was going to happen. I thought I was still to swollen back there, but dad had no doubts about it.
He told me to stay where I was as he got out of the shower. Seconds later, he was back with a bottle of baby oil. He poured some on his fingers and pressed the lid right up against my tender opening. I felt it squirt inside as he squeezed the bottle. Moments later, he invaded me with his thick fingers once again, quickly stretching me out. I felt him stand up behind me and heard the oil bottle spitting. He was coating his cock with it. Oh, he wasn’t going to do what I thought he was going to do, was he?
He was. I felt his hard dick press up against my hole moments after he removed his fingers. I felt as though there was no way this was going to happen. I was still too swollen back there. He wasn’t going to get in. I was wrong again. Not only did he get it in, he was buried to the hilt in me in record time. He gave my ass a loud smack as he started humping me. I was simply delighted. I’d wanted this to happen, but I hadn’t thought that it would happen again so soon after our first time.
Dad plunged hard and deep into me. His balls s
macking against mine with each thrust. He wasn’t too gentle about it, either. I guess he needed a good fuck. After what he’d said he’d gone through that night, I can’t say that I blamed him. He pounded away at me, grunting and groaning. We made a nice duet once I started doing the same thing.
“Stand up,” dad said, gruffly after pulling his hard cock out of my hole. I did as requested. “Turn around.”
Now we were standing face to face. I was kind of disappointed, because I had been enjoying my fucking so far. Was it over? Dad kissed me roughly, holding my head in place with his hands. Soon
I felt them slide down to my backside.
“You ready?” he asked.
“Ready for wha-” I managed to get out before he grabbed my hips and lifted me bodily from the ground. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist while my arms grasped his broad shoulders.
“Good boy,” he complimented, as though I was still a little kid.
I felt him fumbling around underneath me until his manhood was sliding straight toward my hole. It forced its way in, even though the angle wasn’t that great. I gasped as he penetrated me. He adjusted my body until he had me situated the way he wanted. Then he cupped his hands under my ass and lifted me up a bit before dropping me down again. This one was light, experimental. But once it proved possible, he lifted me up higher and dropped me again. Over and over this happened. I helped as best as I could, using my arms to help him lift me. Soon we were fucking hard and steady. I’d seen this kind of thing happen before- to a woman on a video I saw online (before I really knew I was gay). But I never thought this kind of thing was possible with two men. But I guess if one is a hulking vision of manhood and the other is a slight mimicry of a woman, it was entirely possible. And wonderful.
I loved bouncing up and down on his pole, gravity assisting with each drop. It was simply amazing. When I had one of those anal orgasms I enjoyed so much, my fluids careened off of my dad’s chest and splashed us both. After it was over, we licked it off of each other’s faces and ended with a kiss. It was so fucking hot to me. And apparently to my dad, as well. He started fucking me harder, his groans getting louder with each drop. He was hitting somewhere in my ass that was causing sensations too delightful to explain. Each time he touched it, there was an electric spark running through my body, ending at my swollen prick. Each time it brought me closer and closer to orgasm. And then it happened.
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