A Son and a Dad

When Dad stepped foot back into our lives three years ago, Mom was all over him plentiful with hugs and kisses. Although I was coming into manhood, doing my own thing while desperately needing firm guidance, I hesitantly watched him from afar. To be frank, I really didn’t know the man that was my father all too well and to complicate matters anytime I was in the vicinity of a true masculine presence there was always a party starting in my pants.

Dad reentered our lives on the heels of being discharged from the Army. He was on a mission overseas and ended up hurting his back. He had already had two surgeries before making it back home in time for a third. I watched him curiously through his recovery days. Mom served as his dutiful home nurse by day and by night she was either going down on him or riding his saddle on the big couch. After she left him to pull up his pants, he would reach under the cushions to pull out a brown liquor bottle. He’d turn the bottle up, mumble a few obscene words, and then doze off drowning in a pool of his own drool.

I really couldn’t blame the poor guy: back pain, back surgeries, rounds of pain meds on top of alcohol on top of a career loss, lack of money, and adjusting to family life with people he hardly knew was enough to send anyone into a tailspin. Sadly, it didn’t help that everyday played like a repeat button, so it was clear to me that he was depressed–and he had good reason to be.

The more I studied him the more I became intrigued by his presence, and that fascination shaped into an obsession. I tried passing it off as being a loving son wanting very much to help his dad, but it came to me at the end of a trippy dream that I was into my dad. I couldn’t help it! I knew in my head he was my dad. But I really didn’t have any memory of him like that, like a son of a father. It didn’t help either that he was the most ruggedly handsome man I knew. Even some of the coaches at school, men who were there to fill those fantasies often got dwarfed by my own father brimming with firm muscles through his well-fitted clothing. If avoiding my dad wasn’t enough before I was definitely going out of my way to stay out of his way. Any interaction we had was tense and awkward, and the more I was shrouded in it the harder the rave went on behind my zipper. And while I was still very much curious about the man, I was too scared to really interact with him even at moments I could overcome our plight.

I walked the tightrope that was our relationship by eavesdropping on him and my mom…and that’s when I heard the bombshell that turned my whole world upside down.

I was mindlessly doing my homework to rock ‘n’ roll one afternoon when I heard Mom and Dad get into it through the walls. Ever since Dad became more mobile and a little more independent, things had been building up but nothing like this! At first, things just got heated, where they would get loud for a second before calming down. But then it burst into a screaming match with Mom telling Dad she couldn’t keep living this lie anymore! Then things got real quiet. Rather than turn down my music, I quietly snuck out of my bedroom and into the hallway for a closer listen.

“I’m leaving!”

It was very matter of fact. Mom was a woman of her word. When she spoke it, she meant it, and she did it!

“Please…don’t leave me now, honey!” Dad whimpered. His voice was deep and tender, but the weakest I’d ever known it to be.

“You don’t understand how hard this is for me, Jason. I know you don’t have it easy right now. You’re healing, on the mend. Soon enough, you’re going to go back to whatever you were doing except off base and out of a uniform. You’re a rump ranger, Jason! A booty bandit! A butt pirate! A cock lover! And I’m tired of being your pretty little hag hoping that if I did enough I could change you. But I can’t. I want a man, Jason–and I’m sure by now, cooped up in this house, you do too.”

Dad was quiet for a second.

“Yeah,” he confessed against the squeak of the mattress. “You’re right, Dyna. You’re right.”

“We really need some time apart to figure this whole thing out, come up with a new strategy that works well for the both of us from here on out.”

“I know. I know. I do love you, you know. I’ve always loved you.”

“I know.”

“If there’s anyone in the world I love it’s you, Dyna. Always you.”

“I know.”

“I want you to be happy. I’ve always wanted that for you.”

“I know.”

“…even if it means losing you.”

“I know, but I also want you to be happy too, Jason. And we’ll never lose each other. We still have a beautiful son together. Nothing is going to change that.”

“Pauly? What’re we going to do about him?”

Mom paused. “If things weren’t so complicated, I would fold! I would say I can’t teach a boy to be a man and let him go off with you, but I can’t. Not with you! Not because you are who you are, but because for the sake of our son I feel you need to get a lot of things straightened out for yourself first before you try to help steer Pauly. He needs a real dad, not a shell of one.”

There was more silence, and then some more mumblings before I stopped listening and peeled back into my bedroom.

Dad was gay–and so was I.

I breathed a sigh or relief after I closed the door. I was satisfied that I wasn’t attracted to my own dad. I reasoned in my teenage mind that all I was doing was reading his energy as attraction when it was just a reflection of my own since it was the first time in my entire life I had something more in common with my dad other than our surname. 

A couple of years passed by and Dad was in a place of his own he could really be proud of. I would visit him on weekends at his old place, but he was mostly the same as I remembered him most back at the house. He wouldn’t say much to me, and mostly drank himself to sleep. I would play video games and make my way down to the park while he played with his kettlebell in the spare bedroom. Then he would plop down in the living room in front of the television, down a few beers, and fall fast asleep.

A few weeks after he got his new place in town however, he started to come alive. He started talking more. We started going on camping trips together in the mountains and he would sneak me into his favorite bars around town. I was still very quiet, but we began to build a real relationship.

I was pressing on eighteen and practically living with him when Mom stopped by to announce that she was moving to Texas with her new beau. Basically, she was telling us that I was going to be living with Dad permanently–at least until I finished up with school. “Now, if you want to come down to Texas, Pauly, you’re most certainly welcomed to do so after you get your diploma.”

Being happy for my mom and her newfound happiness, I smiled while quietly chuckling at my own good news.

My senior year was to consist of one class for one semester. Rather than drag myself out of bed mid morning for one class for the next few months, I went to summer school online and finished school early. I was going to surprise my folks with my diploma once it arrived, and if they wanted to celebrate with a formal graduation it could be done earlier than usual with a winter commencement or the traditional summer one that usually brought out a host of family and friends.

“Legal” was something I was just getting used to when Dad came home one night drunk off his ass. His mood began to hiccup before then, but nothing to really worry about. I sensed someone on the outside were the puppet master of his emotions, and when he got close to his breaking point, he’d get drunk, pass out, apologize sober, and then distance himself from there. That night however, I was forced to help him into his recliner and cover him in a blanket. It was through his mumblings I understood what happened. Due to his injuries and subsequent surgeries, in addition to his age, he could not reenlist and something about his buddies didn’t like “playing with washed-up grandpas.”

It was hard for me not to laugh at this because I thought this was totally absurd. Dad was a little rough around the edges. But as I remembered he was forty-nine, at the door of fifty, so he really was old enough to be somebody’s grandpa.

Dad quickly fell back into familiar habits. Waking up extremely early just to exercise like a madman, sweat like a pig, workout some more, and then fall asleep drunk. Rinse and repeat.

Just because I didn’t have to contend with school anymore didn’t mean I had a whole lot of time to baby sit him. After locking down a part-time security gig at the new stadium, I squeezed out a workout routine of my own flanked by heavy gaming and heavier jack-off sessions since I was incredibly nervous about stepping into the world of on- and offline hookups. Even still, it meant my “valuable” time was rather limited, or rather a major avoidance of an unsettling truth I was faced with after his setback. Jacking off? Party in my pants, anyone?

I often thought about my dad a lot. Of the things I knew of him and of the things I didn’t–and those things I didn’t dare ask him, like being gay, which often consumed my curiosities of him like a light switch. Some times, sometimes not. Though I called him Dad and still thought of him as such, there was also this detachment complicated by my strong attraction for him that never truly went away. I told myself it went away the day I heard him and Mom arguing. It did–for awhile, and grew even worse, from the time he moved into his first place and set aside his exercise room.

Call it genetics. Call it working out, eating right, military life–perhaps even juicing–or the combination of two or more of everything. Whatever it was Dad had an incredible body and his regimen was working for him. And because the man often worked out shirtless, I could not notice him whenever I passed by his workout room, even more so when he took the liberty to wax or shave his torso smooth to display his next to flawless body.

Most times, I clandestinely caught him in the mirrors, from the hallway into his workout room. There were times I failed to be so subtle in my admiration and he brought my attention to it. I lied, of course. I told him I wasn’t looking at how small his surgical incisions were and that I was very disappointed in our military that they couldn’t find space for a fine specimen like him anymore. Of course, I didn’t phrase it like that, but the intent was strongly implied. Dad didn’t say anything to the contrary. He just puffed out his chest and worked out a little bit longer, harder; sweating a lot more. Sometimes he even traded in his beer cans for a few bottles of water for a calm sober night in front of the television.

Physically, Dad bested me in every way. He was much bigger, stronger, and taller, built like a platinum blond tank that stood a head above me. Well, there was one way I did best him. I had a pack of killer abs! But the fact his firm solid stomach was slightly starting to give way to all his beer guzzling weirdly made him more attractive.

Dad and I both jerked off quite often. Despite running water, he still bellowed like a derailed train whenever he blew his load every third morning. And while I gracefully perfected the art of biting down my handgrip ball to muffle my orgasms, my vibrating pocket pussy still slurped and popped violently as it worked to thoroughly drain my balls dry. This, not to mention the whisper-quiet but noticeable mechanical hum it delivered at every setting.

We never really talked about that or sex or anything along those lines. I never mentioned a girl. He never asked. I didn’t pester him about his love life as his occasional disappearance in the overnight hours especially towards the weekend stirred some thoughts in my head. I tried not to think about it. Sometimes I got enraged thinking about him with anyone else and in sniveling defeat took matters into my own hands in front of a computer screen. Looking back on it all, I think I was mildly jealous of Mom and her couch time with him during her home nursing days. And though it never came up, I was almost sure a part of his depression setback was due to another heartbreak of some kind.

Three months after my birthday, I saw Dad’s cock for the very first time.

I was sitting in front of the television. He was stretched out in his recliner on the other side of the living room, drunk out of his mind as usual. I was utterly pissed. I was stuck at home forced to baby sit him on the very night I finally decided to quench my curiosity about an adult video store nearby. I had been dragging my feet about going inside because I still had the childish fear someone might tell on me or that I might look a little too nervous, ashamed for them to believe I was actually eighteen.

Sitting there, stewing in my own anger, out of nowhere, Dad shot straight up. This freaked me out for a lot of reasons. Mostly because I didn’t know he could even stand up much less stand straight up while he was drunk. He stood there for a second not really looking at anything before he began to fumble with his pants mumbling something like “It’s too damn hot.” His belt was still buckled, but his fingers were busy with the button behind it that I was sure he got undone much like his fly.

My face flushed with memories, relapsing back to some of my old ways, so I tried my best to ignore him altogether as he struggled.

“Pauly. Pauly.” He called out drunkenly loud before he saw I was right there in the room with him. “Be a good lad and help me–help me, uh, out my mants–pants!”

“Why do you need help with your pants? You put them on by yourself surely you could take them off on your own, too!” I contended in a suppressed anger getting to my feet, replaying the reel of my mom telling my dad that I needed a real man and not a shell of one.

“They won’t come off.” He slurred rather childlike. “I need help getting my pants off.”

“Or what, you’re going to piss on yourself or something?”

“No, Pauly,” he cried. “I’m hot, man. I’m burning up!”

Begrudgingly, I took a deep breath and walked over to him and, as if his legs gave way, he fell back down in the recliner before I got to him. I tried standing Dad back up. It didn’t seem like he could anymore.

Before I even thought about what I was doing, I was down on my knees between his legs undoing his belt buckle.

“Dad, you’re going to have to lift your hips, if you want me to–

I looked up at Dad and swallowed the rest of my words.

There was a wild bright look in his eyes. That of glorious shock, stunned but roguish. It was in that instant I thought about what it must’ve looked like from his drunken perspective.

Out of the blue, clips of guys sucking off other guys in the woods and in the parking lot flashed through my mind as I wondered if my gay dad ever had any other man dropped to his knees in front of him in his fatigues. How many guys had he fucked? How many guys fucked him?

I jumped to my feet.

“D-dad,” I stammered, trying desperately to extinguish those flaring thoughts in my mind, trying my best to suppress my innermost thoughts and outermost actions. “I’m so fucking sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. I-I d-didn’t mean for it to l-look like that. I was j-just trying to help…like you asked!”

Dad laughed.

“It’s alright, Pauly. It’s alright. You were just lending a helping hand to your old man…or maybe a little head! Fuck it! I don’t know what you like!!”

His brief hearty laugh grew annoying with every passing second stabbing like a knife at every exhale. Dad wiggled in place, doing his best to get out of his pants while I inanely helped him out with the rest. I thought to do anything else would be like telling on myself. I endured the embarrassment until I succeeded and told him I was going to do some homework before I headed off to bed. I lied, of course. It was a subterfuge. I never got around to telling him or anyone outside of my immediate social group that I was done with school. I suggested to him and Mom that I was taking the class online whenever I didn’t feel like getting out of bed and going about my day.

A few hours later after I tried to put the rest of the night behind me, I eventually broke down and grabbed my phone littered with some favorite porn scenes. I thought if I gave my dick some relief I could drift off to sleep.

I was this close to unloading into my pocket pussy when I heard Dad yelling from the other room. “Pauly!”

Without thinking, I jumped out of bed, throwing on a pair of tight briefs and ran to Dad’s aid.

“Dad! Are you okay?” I ran out to him posing.

I saw several more cans of beer on top of the seven he had earlier. If he wasn’t plastered before, he certainly was then. More than I’d ever known him to be. Half coherent, Dad was trying to get his underwear off but his fingers wouldn’t work against the evasive elastic band.

I was mortified.

Help him take off his underwear? What’s next remove his skin?

“It’s so hot. I’m burning up.” Dad muttered again and again. My stomach was in knots. I tried to hide the boner from earlier in my briefs. That when I wasn’t jerking off to him. That I was jerking off to porn men like him fucking young men like me.

I tried to help him up. I wasn’t about to try to help him out of his underwear. I was going to help him to bed, and pray he would sleep this off.

He burped loudly. “You–have to–get on your knees to help.”

Once I saw his smirk and saw he was laughing to himself about this, I started to pull away. In that moment I decided I wanted to get dress and go about my night–at the adult store, anywhere–anything but stay here! I was just about to do just that when he snatched my arm and pulled me in front of him.

“That’s an order!”

“Huh?”

“That’s an order, soldier. When I tell you to do something, you do it, maggot!”

I was startled. Never in my life had my dad ever put his hands on me in a rough manner, not even in his most drunken state.

I looked at Dad. My natural impulse was to continue to pull away and go about my night. Get away. Call Mom first thing in the morning followed by an afternoon flight to Texas. But by the hard glare in his eyes however I knew he wasn’t going to let me go anywhere without a fight. And with more than two decades of military behind the drunken son of a bitch–even in this drunken state–was it worth getting battered and bruised over something he wasn’t going to remember when he finally sobered up?

Hesitantly, I dropped to my knees.

“Good boy.”

My hand came over to his waist. He snatched it, pulling me and my hand closer to his crotch. “Give me a hand or some head, boy.” He cackled, and once he was done, he said, “Boy, you say ‘Yes Sir’ and do it like a good little boy, okay son?”

“Yes Sir.” I conceded pulling down his underwear. When I did, his flaccid cock flopped out big and veined with a thick purple head.

“It’s big, ain’t it? That’s a Big Ass Picayune Mississippi cucumber right there! That’s the thing your mama loved best about me.” Dad cackled. 

He stared down at me. I used every fiber of my being to maintain eye contact and not look down at his gorgeous eight inches of cucumber six inches away from my face.

His big rough but warm hand cupped my cheek. “You know, Pauly, you have some beautiful eyes. So bright and pretty just like Dyna.”

My cheeks burned with embarrassment.

“What’s the matter, Pauly? Am I embarrassing you?”

I don’t have an answer for him. I focus my attention on the thick swirls across his big pecs.

“Thanks for helping me, Pauly.” Dad approved and carried on.

I was so stuck in my head I really didn’t catch his words.

He cleared his throat eventually. My eyes snapped back to his.

“Do you like being on your knees, boy? I said thanks for the help awhile ago.”

My face burned at his chuckles. I quickly got to my feet, covered my boner, and bolted for my bedroom.

“Thanks!” He called out. I slammed the door.

I got under the covers. Twisted and turned for a half hour straight, if not more, and then my unsullied hole began to open up and get wet for an imaginary cock. As hard as I tried to fantasize about every other man that wasn’t in the next room, my concentration was driven back to Dad. I tried fighting it, not to play with those fiery sensations burning throughout me, but my body was contesting; stirring and frotting the mattress beneath me and thoughts about that cock out there again taking both my holes.

I awoke to my underwear glued to my crotch in residual cum the next morning. I grumbled at the mess and cleaned up with the wipes I had in my room. Dad and I shared the bathroom, and since it was still eerily quiet I was planning on leaving before he woke up so I could make my call while I grabbed some things at the nearby coffee shop.

I felt relieved when I saw Dad passed out on my way to the shower, though I was terribly annoyed to find him wide awake when I bolted for the door. “Have a good day, Pauly.”

I was halfway down the street when something in me stopped. As I tried to push Dad out of my mind and what happened the night before and all those other times, I was hit with a bold revelation. I was avoiding. I avoided girls because I was into guys. I avoided getting anything with guys because I didn’t want to be gay, and in turn, I made my drunken fuck of a father into a fantasy because it was something I could never really obtain. This frustration and anger and deflection weren’t letting me think straight! Literally, I guess!

I turned around. I marched back to the house where I found him in the kitchen pouring milk into his cereal bowl.

He saw me. Our eyes met. He swiftly looked away. Last night? Naked still?

I cleared my throat, so he’d look in my direction.

“Maybe a little head? Maybe I like being on my knees? Well, yeah, maybe I like a good hard dick! Leave me the fuck alone about it, will ya?”

His eyebrows rose. His words came back to haunt him from last night. I didn’t give him a chance to respond before I stormed off and slammed the door to my bedroom.

My teenage mind reasoned that after that my feelings for him would dissipate.

Much like I thought, my feelings for Dad washed away. I stopped thinking of him in that way for the entire day. Now, I was enraged. I had a drunken piece of shit of a man, a father who I knew was gay for two whole years and I had to come out to him in a ball frustration! He sucked and not in that way. Fuck him!

I was so mad I grew tired. I slept most between bouts of gaming and bingewatching. By the time I woke up from my last round of sleep it was too late to call Mom. Tomorrow, I puffed contemplating Texas. Daydreaming of the cowboy or two I might meet once I got there.

I was wide awake at nine o’clock, knowing that if enough time passed into the night I was going to get horny. Shit! I was horny! Even though I had the first cock to ever dangle itself right in front of my face on the other side of that door, I worked on my keyboard and mouse in search of my new pornographic muse too chicken to dare try the adult store on a heated whim.

Three hours later, I found him.

He was gorgeous: a big burly English powerlifter.

It didn’t escape my notice he was nothing more than a bloated bloke version of dad. Though I assured myself that this man was his own man, an arrogant meathead in his own right, it didn’t help either that his lover, who he referred to as his “son,” was a smaller unrelated version of his lover/dad. And while their bodies were beautiful, their foreplay intense, and their fucking something to be admired, their clips were nevertheless short. Falling short of something satisfactory I could jack off to–even with nearly two hours worth of clips to burn through.

By two, I was hungry. I crept out into the kitchen to find Dear Old Dad in his favorite recliner completely passed out, drunk as usual. Typically, I’d fix myself a bowl of cereal but that night I popped a roast beef sub in the microwave and ate it with some chips in the kitchen. Dad was out cold. He snored soundly through the noises I purposely made to try to pull him out of his stupor.

I was heading back to my room when an invasive thought crossed my mind. No, I thought, shaking my head. There was no way in hell I could do that?! That would wake him up. And in those films, ‘Dad’ only called him son and ‘Son’ only called him Dad for effect.

I continued to berate myself over and over again for the next half hour or so, imagining the cock in my face from the night before.

The way Dad looked at me towering above me, I thought again. The way he cupped my face, the way he talked, his cock, and me being on his knees.

It wouldn’t leave my mind, and I was wide awake. I was so damn horny after last night and now. Dad was sound asleep, drunk out of his mind anyway.

I crept into the living room. Dad was in a pair of boxers tonight and a bath robe with a small stack of beer bottles piled at his feet–and there it was–the outline of his thick Picayune cock itching to snake out of the slit of his boxers.

No, I thought again. No! No! No!

Dad is a drunk, another thought took over. He owes me fucking big! He had me to pull down his underwear? What grown man needs help pulling down his underwear? Even a total wino could do that by himself! What about that ‘Sir’ business? Even with him being former military, he never once asked me to address him as ‘Sir’ and I never once did…until last night.

His boxers would be much easier to get off him that those things he was wearing last night.

No! What was I thinking? That’s sick!

As I stood over him, my stomach twisted in knots. Was I really going to do this? Was I really going to go through with it? Before I could give it a second thought my knees descend to the floor between my dad’s legs. I watched his sleeping face as I slowly pulled back the slit in his boxers to reveal his thick daddy dick–far bigger than the bloated bloke’s cock that filled my computer screen the last part of the night.

I stared, practically drooling on this hunk of meat. My heart was beating inside my chest like a war drum the closer I etched to it. I’d touched it. I could smell it on my fingers. I smelled of sweat and pheromones and dried piss. I swore if I wasn’t interested in men before I certainly knew I was then because this striking thing drove me wild! I needed so badly to taste it. I needed it in my mouth! Though I’d never actually sucked a cock before, I also never knew I wanted anything so badly in my life! I needed it! Fuck those cowboys! Fuck Gorgeous Powerlifter Daddy and his son!

Carefully, I lifted his shaft with the tips of my fingers and slowly wrapped my lips around his big fat cock.

It was so hot inside my mouth. It tasted so salty, so incredible! I wanted more. I needed more. I began taking more into my mouth, little by little as it began to grow there. Damn!

Within a few moments, it was at full mast and his magnificent pubes blinded me. I popped its purple head out of my mouth and reared back a little to stare at the monster cock standing straight out in the air throbbing with its thick vein running up the right side of his shaft up to the glans.

I was addicted. I don’t think I could’ve stopped even if I’d tried!

I began to take his cock back into my mouth, more of this time until I began to gag. His cock was already lodged in my throat. I had a few more inches to go before my nose reached his groin. I was so determined I kept pushing myself. And as much as I gagged and I wanted to give up, I soon found my nose buried in Dad’s hairy crotch.

God! The smell was so masculinely pungent it made my cock spring a leak; even more so with the cock in my mouth seeping out like an opened faucet, constantly spreading across my tongue.

I checked ever so often to make sure Dad was still sound asleep and snoring.

I blew him for a good ten minutes before I started to get the hang of it. I was bobbing up and down on his erection like I was bobbing for apples. His cock began to swell. I knew what it wanted to do. I knew what I wanted it to do. So I buried my face in his groin until his cock was deep in my mouth and he let out a muffled groan.

For a split second, I thought I lost my momentum. That nothing was going to happen–and then the flood.

The first rocket blast slammed against the back of my throat hot and hard. Then another powerful blast followed by lesser subsequent ones that oozed its way down to my stomach feeding me his hot virile seed like a second meal.

While I waited long after he’d finished, I waited a minute after that to pull my mouth off his softening cock making sure I cleaned him up with a nearby paper napkin before I tucked his big cock back into his boxers and retreated to my room.

I couldn’t believe it! I’d just blown my dad. My real father! And I hadn’t wasted a single drop of cum!

I was expecting to be wrapped in guilt and shame, but I was so happy and pleased with myself in my dark bedroom I rubbed my belly and licked the insides of my mouth for good measure.

Soon, sleep washed over me. I fell into the bed and abruptly realized that Dad had stopped snoring several minutes before he came.

The next day I awoke with this strange feeling. Not of the revelation that hit me before slumber. No. But this queasy easy feeling that while I was certain last night happened the way it did there was this other fear that it was a perverse fantasy brought on by the role playing duo from just before.

I was scared into believing the latter was true when I stepped out of my bedroom mid afternoon to a sober dad fixing himself something to eat, none the wiser his son drained his balls the night before.

The night circled back around again. I was looking forward to getting another shot of Dad. I knew I was pushing my luck, but I didn’t care. Fuck it! I was a cocksucker that popped my mouth cherry with my old man. Best of all, I could get what I wanted when I wanted without leaving the comfort of my own home since dad was plastered just about every night.

I snuck off into the living room the same time I did the night before, except without the meal because I wanted to see if I could retrieve a satisfying meal off his ball juice alone. I found him passed out in his recliner like I expected. Dad was snoring loudly and I pounced on the opportunity to get to work quickly. And work I did!

I didn’t think much of getting to my end goal until I noticed Dad had stopped snoring awhile ago.

Slowly, I began to pull off his cock. I hadn’t really thought about what exactly I would do if he caught me like this on him. The best readymade excuse I could come up with was to blame it on his unbridle imagination if the matter ever came up. And even then I couldn’t really see him broaching the subject without making such an allegation. His son giving him head? Even his sober state of mind would deem that too absurd.

I was just about to ease the tip of his cock out of my mouth when suddenly the sides of my face was squeezed together and held it in place.

Fuck!

“Don’t even think about stopping, Pauly.” Dad snarled. “After the draining you gave me last night, you’re going to finished what you’ve started tonight, too!”

Dad pulled my head into him. I tried to push against his thick hairy thighs, but he was certainly too strong. As he pulled me down on his length, he thrust upward, forcing his cock back down my throat. I gagged and tried to pull off, but his hands wouldn’t budge.

My eyes began to water. I tried to look up at him. I was his son for Christ sake!

I gagged. He started to let up, letting go just enough for me to look up at him assaulting my face.

“Such gorgeous eyes,” Dad glowed sinisterly gliding one hand under my jaw while clutching the other behind my head. “Just like Dyna. It was the thing she loved best about me.”

I didn’t have a moment to take a real breath before Dad fucked my face driving his cock further into my mouth, down my throat deeper than ever before.

I gagged and gagged, and he wouldn’t let up. As I was afraid something was going to come up if he didn’t soon come out, my gag reflexes grew numb and my whole mouth became a slobbering fuck toy for him. Then his breathing picked up followed by his deafening shower roar as he held my head firmly against his groin.

“Shit!”

The primary blast was so forceful it reactivated my pharyngeal reflexes. Instantly, I felt a burn rise from the back of my throat that was swiftly doused by his heavy cream. Dad loosened his voice in his bliss and I pulled off his cock in gratitude, gasping coughing as he continue to shoot a long heavy wad into my face as I drew in a clear breath.

Our eyes met at his limping cock.

My face was soaked and covered. His taste lingered in my mouth as his cock steadily dripped new run-on that dripped and dripped before it transformed into a line of slime that traced near the floor.

Dad stroked my face. I flinched. He merely used a couple of fingers to wipe some of his spunk from the corner of my mouth. I looked directly at him when he pushed those same fingers into my mouth.

My eyes widened in disbelief and then closed, knowing full well what was expected of me next.

I cleaned his fingers of his cream.

“A boy that likes cock should never ever waste a single drop of seed. Certainly not his dad’s seed, ever, understand?”

I nodded.

“I said, ‘Do you understand, Pauly? Use your words when I’m talking to you so we’re clear on this.”

“Yes Sir.” I managed to say to his much pleased grin.

“Atta soldier! Now make sure you clean your dad’s cock well before you go clean up, you cocksucking slut!” He winked.

Thoroughly, I tended to it. I cleaned every last bit of his cock as enthusiastically as I could. This surprised me because behind the act itself I was turned on by his orders and relished in his name calling. I was so willing, so eager, so…obedient. The foremost thought that came to mind when he called me a cocksucker, was I that good? I did make him cum twice in my mouth after all.

I rose to my feet. Dad slapped my ass right before I could get away, chuckling and sated in his recliner.

My ass stung a bit. I moved to my bedroom door.

“Uh-un, son,” Dad barked. “Shower and leave the door open.”

I moved to the bathroom instead. I felt strange leaving the door open as I stripped to nothing and stepped into the warm shower. There I was trying to process everything, being ordered around, into the shower, called a name and loving it, and no sooner than I got some sense of this was real and it just happened, Dad came in behind me buck naked.

“Paul,” he underscored in all seriousness, like he might be sobering up a bit.

I was silent. So was he.

“Do you want to talk about what happened out there?”

His tone was different from before; less commanding, softer, more caring.

“I-I don’t know if there is, Sir. I think it speaks for itself.”

I felt weird. I wanted to grab the body wash and lather up, but I wasn’t in any mood to wash anything away just yet and with him being behind me in the shower with me…well….

“I’m sorry if I was a bit rough with you, boy. I couldn’t help myself! And after what you did last night?!” Dad half chuckled and was half irritated.

I goofily sputtered at his inflections at the shower tiles. “It’s okay. I liked it!”

I felt his mood cease at a compromise behind my back.

“Maybe it’s because you’re my dad or maybe because you’re a military dude. Either way, I take it as a firm hand.”

He snatched my arm and turned me to face him, forcing our cocks to sword fight with him having the bigger, thicker blade, of course.

“Listen,” he tilted his head to look down at me. “I want to thank you for coming out to me. I know it ain’t easy…not even to come out to yourself sometimes.”

I blushed with my cock surging with unspent energy. “I know.”

“You know?” Dad asked puzzled. He was confused at my statement or the sudden rage in my cock.

“I know.” I echoed most knowingly.

Dad began to say something. I think he was going for his safe retreat of denial, but after getting two blowjobs from his son and enjoying each one of them, it was pretty much no holds barred that he fooled around with guys. “How?”

“I heard you and Mom talk before you moved out. She was sure the two of you were in search of the same thing–just not in each other…with her having a va-jay-jay and all!”

Dad chuckled. “None of this is normal. You know that, Pauly? A man is suppose to take a wife…be fruitful and multiply. I’ve sinned! I’ve engaged in incest with my son!”

“Well, isn’t that what incest is? A family tie?” I tried to lighten the mood as I saw him go dark right before my eyes, forgetting that I was surrounded by tile and glass with a man trained to kill with his bare hands if he thought I was an evil spawn or something.

Dad clasped my shoulders and said in the most serious tone. “You know this isn’t normal, right? Fathers and sons don’t do this kind of stuff.”

I nodded. “Fathers and sons play ball and stuff. We never did that. I guess I got tired of waiting around and created my own version of it with you…Sir.”

Instead of laughing or getting angry at my joke, I could see the tears well up in his eyes. “Look, Dad. I’ve been feeling like this for a very long time. Although I wasn’t raised in a strict Bible-thumping, military family like yours, I tried to follow in your footsteps. I learned awhile back I couldn’t change that part of me, of how I feel about guys and cocks. And I just learned a couple of days ago I couldn’t push aside my feelings regardless of the many obvious reasons other than sharing the same blood. But after catching two of your loads in my mouth, I’ve discovered I have no qualms about it. Maybe we’re not their normal. Maybe we’re our own.”

Lovingly, I stared at Dad looking for him to say something, anything. Dad kept on looking at me like he was falling apart. Something was holding him back from crumbling so he could build anew. Then I saw his face change with just a flash of anger.

“I’m sorry, Dad.” I pleaded. “I didn’t want to say anything before because I didn’t want to ruin what was already a fucked up relationship with you being absent from my life all those years and you staying drunk.”

His face softened. Then he concluded, “The other obvious reason.”

My lip twitched. He wrapped me in his arms and forced my face into his big hairy chest and I teared up as well.

“No, son, no,” he lamented, looking at me. “Nobody made you this way?”

“Huh?” I wiped the tears in my eyes.

“Nobody made you this way. Did they?”

“No,” I shook my head. “I was always this way. This is the way I am. You?”

He brought me in for another wet hug. I could feel his chest heaving against my head, sobbing.

“There’s nothing to feel guilty about Dad. You’ve been plaguing my fantasies for as long as I can remember, and long ago, I had to admit to myself this is what I’ve wanted from you all this time. Is this what you want, Dad? Am I what you want?”

His dark eyes glazed back at me. He lowered his face to mine hesitantly and then he deeply kissed me with sobs that soon washed into passion that calmed into a sensual delight.

“Does that answer your question?”

We stood in silence.

“Where do we go from here?”

“That’s up to you, Pauly. I don’t want to do anything you don’t want to do. That is, if you make me so horny I can’t stop myself again.” Dad chortled and then laughed at his surprising snort. “In case you didn’t notice, an old soldier can get pretty riled up when he’s going for it!”

I wouldn’t expect anything less, I thought. “And you’re not exactly easy to handle when it comes to size either.” I grasped his cock. “I want to be with you, Dad. I want to be with you in ways I’ve never wanted to be with any other man.”

His kisses came easy. When I returned the favor however, I found myself on my tippy toes. Once I got up there, he pushed me back down as my eyes closed in midstream. He moaned into the kiss, driving his tongue into my mouth. We kissed heavily under the running water and he growled while we started to grind. Sporadically, I tried to grab his very interested cock to make sure this was all real and that I still had his attention while his big rough hands began to grope my butt.

“This…this bubble ass has been driving me crazy.” He manhandled my ass roughly.

“Like this one.” I joked playfully grabbing his, grasping for the first time in my life how much bigger his muscled cheeks were than my hands. Dad!

We kissed some more. Then his hands got a little more aggressive. His fingers began to drum around the groove separating my cheeks and then he went for my vulnerable asshole. It felt fine, at first. Waking up senses I didn’t know existed. As Dad tried to press into me, I started to feel it. I tried passing it off, ignoring it. My teenage mind kicked in again and said, my love for this man could override anything. Then my moans turned into groans that grew into winces and I couldn’t brace against the harsh invasion of his fingertips.

“You’re a tight one, aren’t you, Pauly?

“I’m still a virgin, Dad.” I came clean. “Last night was the first time I ever in my life touched another cock or put one in my mouth. Heck, just now was the first time I’ve ever been kissed. Absent of the two loads I’ve guzzled down I’m as green as they come!”

His face softened with delight. When we had the sex talk a few years back, Mom informed me that she lost her virginity to a previous boyfriend. This was long before Dad, of course. Then she further explained it wasn’t bad to wait for the right person either, eventually telling me that Dad was a virgin before she got her hands on him and he was twenty-three and waiting to get married. She joked they didn’t get to that finish line, but it was close enough. And assuming that Mom was the only woman he slept with and that he may’ve cruised for some guys to get some action, perhaps it was a safe bet that I was the only known virgin ever gifted to him.

“Put away the wolf teeth, Dad. We got it. You’re going to devour me like the little lamb that I am.”

“Nice and tender meat,” he humored followed by another kiss.

When we broke, he asked, “Do you have a preference yet, son?”

I blushed wildly. I couldn’t even begin to count the amount of images I’d jacked off too, but the most brazen of them all seared into my mind was from the night before. The powerlifter’s son, on his back, rolling his thick muscular legs up to the high heavens with his knees parted and feet high for his gargantuan king. His dad came to his alter and buried his face in the most perfect round pink butthole ever filmed. Then the fucking commenced. The powerlifter’s son cock stated inflated while his dad used him for the fucktoy he was meant to be. And though the scene wasn’t long enough for me to get my rocks off to, I’d give everything I had to be on the receiving end of that fuck!

“If what I like to watch is an indicator, then I guess I’m definitely submissive.”

Dad kissed me. A quizzical look soon followed. “You’re sure? You seemed so confident about everything up ‘til now. Now you want to grow shy about that.”

“I’m confident about that, too, Dad. It’s just that when I’m out and about I can hold my own out there, just like you. But when it comes to getting off I can’t help but envy those bastard that can spread their legs and never seem to get enough.”

His pecs flexed against me, and he brought me in for another kiss. “You’re afraid the two don’t mix?”

I nodded.

“Let me let you in on a little Army secret, boy. Usually the biggest, hardest, meanest of them all out there are usually the biggest toe grabbers out there. Just ask a fucking Marine!” Dad winked, brushing his fingers against my hole; this time much too tender for my liking.

“What about you, Dad? What’re your preferences?”

“Let’s just say you should be extremely thankful that you don’t have to contend with work or school for awhile.”

“Why?”

“Because when I’m through breaking you in for your pleasure, I’ll certainly be breaking you in for mine. And when I do, son, you won’t have an enviable bone in your body for any cock whore. You’ll know what it’s like to be insatiable and thinking about ways of getting fucked all hours of the day from your dear old dad. But before I get you there, you won’t be able to walk straight for a couple of days: One, because you’re still a virgin, and, two, because I got a big ass cock that’s going to burst your poor cherry out!”

The water cascading over us turned cold, he slapped me with his cock and then groped my ass some more with one hand as he moved the other over my cock. Dad began to stroke it. I moaned to his gasp and tried to return the favor as I learned.

He kept on moving my hand from his cock. And every time we got into the groove of kissing, my hand was magnetically drawn there only to be removed once more.

Suddenly Dad stopped nibbling on my ear to where I could feel his warm breath roll over my ear. “Stop it! You’re green. I know they say you’re a man now, son, but let your dad lead the way like a good man does and you follow like a good submissive.”

“Yes Sir.”

My head grew light. The room began to spin. I could’ve never imagined any of this a long time ago. I’d come from being curious about my dad to hopelessly sitting on my attraction for him to sucking his cock while he slept. And there we were, in the shower hugging and kissing just moments away from me being permanently parted from my virginity.

“Once we get cleaned, we’re going to step onto the mat. You’re going to dry me off and then with the same towel you’re going to dry yourself off. I’m then going to carry you off into my room and pin you down on my bed. I’m going to hold you down and kiss every part of your body until you squirm.”

My knees started to sweep from underneath me. He kept me up by holding me firmly by my ass, biting my ear and neck.

“Then I’m going to taste you, Pauly. Taste your virgin hole because it belongs to me. I’m going to own it, Pauly. I’m going to own your hole, son. I’m going to claim it before dawn, and you’re going to really be my boy and my boy alone, understood?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Good! Because whether your ass likes it or not, that’s how it’s going to be!” His tone rang demanding and true with a firm hint of care as I now realized I was pressed against the shower tile. “I’m going to dominate every inch of your body and soul. And since every part of you belongs to me, my boy, I’m going to pop that sweet cherry of yours. I’m going to plant Dad’s big flagpole deep inside of you. Shoot my load deep inside of you. Do you know what I’m saying, boy?”

“Yes Sir.” I conveyed weakly. Like an obedient submissive.

“I’m going to own you, son. You’re going to know for good that you belong to me. And when I do, son, you’re going to keep every bit of my seed up inside of you. You’re going to have me deep inside your guts wherever you go, wherever you are. And if you have any doubts about that, we’re going to go to bed together every night and wake up together every morning.”

“Yes Sir.”

“If you thought I was apart of you just because I’m your dad, you don’t know the half! You know what’s going to happen every morning? Starting from tomorrow on?”

“No Sir–I mean, I’m not sure, S-Sir.”

“Any morning I wake up, you’re going to be blessed to get a nice fresh hot hunk of Daddy’s man-wood splitting your tight hole wide open.”

I shuttered.

“And if you beat me to the punch waking up, you’re going to blow your dear old dad until you’re swallowing a nice hot load down your gullet. You’re going to be starting your day with a load up inside of you, Pauly. You’re going to end your day with one, too. Did I mention that I’m a horny dirty old man so there’ll be several more in between. Each day you’re sure to have it traveling your guts from one end or the other.”

I began to tremble. My legs were like putty. My cock felt as if it was going to explode beyond its usual burst of cream, and then I remembered he still had his hand on my cock, steadily stroking away.

“P-p-please, Dad-dy!” I slurred on the edge.

“Shoot, boy!” Dad growled biting my neck, throwing me over the orgasmic cliff. I cried out as I shot ribbons and ribbons of the most powerful thickest stream I’ve ever unloaded in my life!

I gave into Dad, breathless and grumbling softly, nearly sobbing uncontrollably, proving to be the most intense moment of my life up to that point.

“Good boy, Pauly.” Dad calmed me and patted my shoulder.

He lifted my chin and another round of kissing commenced.

I eventually came back into my being and met his level of lust with my unbending cock still raging harder than ever before.

Our kiss deepened. His tongue struck into my mouth still coated with his slime. Like a good submissive, I let him do as he pleased with me, grinding his hips into me. Out of nowhere, Dad spun me around to face the shower tiles. He held my neck firm in his hand and nibbled on it, purring in my ear like a lion on the prowl. His lips trailed the back of my spine before he let go of me and pulled away, releasing a catcall.

“Looks like you’ve been working out for Dad, hadn’t you, son? Shit, this ass is so fucking amazing! I’m going to enjoy every minute of it!”

I giggled at his prowess. He slapped my ass a few more time making me quail. He came down even harder until I cried out and jumped in place.

“Just making sure you know who this belongs to, boy!” Dad gave a final smack and jiggled my ass in his palms.

Dad leaned forward and used both his hands to spread my cheeks causing the rush of cold water to get between them and run over my tender place.

Dad moved closer to me, pushing me up against the tile. With one hand on my hip, his fingers on the other began to rub around my hole.

I gasped.

“Relax for me, Pauly.” Dad commanded as his fingered circled my tight virgin spot.

The second he told me to relax it was like something in my brain was triggered into a trance. Suddenly, I remembered those hypnotic fag videos I used to play when I hated being this way. I remembered clips of good submissives that let go of their own freewill and molded to that of their daddy. I’d already crossed the line sucking my dad’s dick while I thought he was passed out. I already agreed to let him cross the line and strip me of my virginal status. Now was a good of time as any as my hole relaxed and his finger slipped in.

“Good boy, Pauly. That’s a tight fucking grip you got there, boy.”

Dad pushed in and out and shoved his fingers in before pulling it all the way in. I yelped and my hole clenched shut after his departure.

Dad opened the bottle of body wash to lather my butt cheeks and taint with his hands. His fingers were now slippery and he slid one in me for a moment before he was able to glide in two clean inside me, twisting his unfriendly fingers to meet the knob that jolted my cock into a live wire every time.

I gasped. I groaned against the tile in shock. I’ve played with my taint countless of times before, scared to go further, but this was much more intense, raw to the nerve.

“Ohhh, I think I found Pauly’s sweet walnut.”

I gasped again as he held his fingers there as my knees nearly gave out during this overwhelming sensation.

His fingers probed and Dad hooked two more in my mouth. I sucked gloriously for awhile and after some time he withdrew them from my home, my mouth. He reached over to turn off the shower before turning around to face me.

I was looking for a kiss, but instead he toyed with me, and said, “I’d say we’re pretty clean by now, wouldn’t you say, Pauly?”

“Yes Sir.”

I trailed Dad back onto the bathmat. I dried him off like I thought a good submissive should and he returned the favor in kind. I was so hot and bothered for all he’d promised I diligently dried him off as quickly as I could. When it was his turn to do the same, I felt embarrassed and ashamed. He took such tender concern drying me off that in comparison it felt I went at it like I was peeling off his skin. And I’d read enough about submissives to know that while sex was the ultimate perk, servitude was the overall purpose.

I wasn’t going to tear up in front of Dad. When he saw my state and looked in my eyes knowingly, he brought me in for another hug, another kiss, and carried me off to his bedroom like a husband does his new bride.

Dad laid me on the bed and quickly climbed on top of me, pinning me down like he promised. My hands grew needy when he let go reaching for his cock, again. He sneered and grabbed my wrists one at a time in one and cupped the small of my back with the other until my belly pressed against his.

“Army, boy,” Dad chided at the bolt from the blue in my eyes as his sheer strength; so strong, so domineering, so effortless! “And don’t you ever forget that shit!”

Dad started kissing me again. Deeply, passionately, like I’d grown accustomed to from him. He wedged his knees between mine. Naturally, I spread my legs wide for him, like a son does for his dad, wrapping them around his waist. His hand cupped the small of my back, over my ass, and a finger from that same hand pressed against my tight hole.

Dad stared deep into my eyes and commanded after a second thump. “Open up, Pauly.”

Like ‘Open Sesame,’ I gave in, and his finger entered like before and my hole clenched tightly around it.

“You’re definitely an obedient boy. It’s like you were made just for me.” Dad lusted in my ear and bit my neck.

I gasped.

Dad fingered me for awhile longer kissing me to where I was nothing but flesh and pleasure, especially after he teethed and sucked my nipples raw.

“I need to taste your cherry before my cock makes it vanish into thin air!” Dad cooed as he slid his way down my body and lifted my weakened legs.

I was confused. There was this crazy electricity running up and down the span of my spine and I didn’t know what to do about it, or with it. There was Dad pinning me down and telling me what he was going to do, confident there was no way I could stop him. And then there was his tongue selected to be the opener for his cock headlining to pop my cherry. The excitement, the thrill, the intensity!

Dad started with my cock. To call it a blowjob would be an insult to blowjobs. At best it was a very brief homage to the fact I had one, wetting it just for a moment before he began to spread my cheeks and attack my asshole with his mouth. He softly kissed my tight pucker. He then pressed his rotating tongue ravenously against it to where I relaxed just so to let his tongue slide in. I hissed and I squirmed beneath him as he rimmed me. Dad rubbed his wet chin stubble against my hole for emphasis making me writhe in splendid ecstasy. Soon, Dad’s two fingers joined on the party. My hole was soaked in dad spit. A grin split his face as his eyes met mine. His pupils were dilated with lust. If I thought Dad was seizing the moment after his blowjob, I knew then this very moment had crossed his mind many times before now just like it had mine.

In one swift motion, Dad flipped me over onto my stomach. He pushed my legs up with his knees, working to get in that position on top of me. His cock rode the top of my crack. The hairs on the back of neck stood erect as his fists planted themselves at my underarm as the rest of him came down with wetted lips on my nape.

“Brace yourself, Pauly.” He growled lowly in my ear. “I’m sure once I get started there’ll be little you can do to stop me. Why would you, son? I’m going to pop your cherry and its going to hurt aplenty. But then I’m going to claim you as my property and you’re going to forget all about that. You’re going to be so eager to have my seed buried so deep inside your belly you’re going to be afraid you’re going to be carrying a little baby brother or baby sister.”

Dad stroked the side of my stomach for the living part of us that would never be. His cock was back humping my crack curious in going from a dry-sticky rub to a wet greased one when I wasn’t paying attention.

“Fuck!” Dad grunted with his cock knocking at my backdoor.

This caused me to whine thinking about ancient, fortified cities and the battering rams that thudded at its gates. I looked for anything, something to hold onto my immediate regret.

I gripe before anything happened.

I forgot to tell Dad I wanted to be taken on my back for my very first time. Look up at the god in flesh that was going to rid me of my cherry, seize me and use me this way.

Before I could pry open my mouth, his cock jabbed my hole; once, twice in rapid succession. “Open up, Pauly.”

Third time’s the charm, right?

Instinct kicked it and I pushed out inviting the domineering head of his cock inside me. I cried out at the crashing pop and swore I was going to pass out with my hold rapidly shutting close behind it.

Dad sucked his teeth. “Shit! Pauly! I-I’m sorry. God!”

Dad grunted.

A single forceful thrust later, Dad shoved every fucking inch of his slick massive cock into my ass, splitting me and what’s left of my cherry in two. Another useless breathless wail escaped me. Dad held himself there. Getting me used to his incredible size, I suppose, if not ripping me away from any remaining trace of my virginity. Dad retreated after what felt like an eternity just enough to try to be gentle with a few short strokes that felt more like a few hard jabs. I knew soon enough his care and concern as my dad was going to fly out the door. That soon I was just going to be another boy on the other end of his cock.

I whimpered and moaned through the water that flooded my eyes bracing patiently for his entire length to invade my poor hole again, to slam into me repeatedly with little remorse.

 

God! I’m so sorry! I’m sorry for everything! I’m most incredibly sorry for this incredibly bad sin! It hurts so badly! I hate this!

…if only I could get the words aloud!

What good would they do if I could, huh? I was promised they would fall on deaf ears. That much I was told beforehand! I agreed to be his boy. I agreed to get fucked like this. I agreed he was the man, the dominate daddy master and that I was serve as his boy, his submissive bitch. I further agreed it was going to always be this way. I agreed! I agreed! Fuck! I agreed! Why did I agree to such an awfully painful thing?!

A thunderstruck of apologies rolled through my head. The first porn I ever jacked off to. Those times I jacked off to a guy getting his cherry popped on camera when I saw it hurt him. A good nut there because to quite him they plugged another cock in his mouth. Those times I jacked off to rough stuff. That time I busted one to a guy begging and pleading to stop so badly they had to stop in mid shoot to let him regroup. Those times I jacked off to guys getting piled on whether it was consensual or not. Anything and everything I could think of to atone for the pain I was going through to magically go away!

Dad began to really ride my ass as my soul was on the cusp of leaving my body. I wasn’t exactly sure if I would go simply go limp or unconscious or have one of those out-of-body experiences everyone likes to talk about. I simply got to the place where I could no longer endure the pain. It had become unbearable! And then…something amazing unfolded!

It can’t be said that the pain simply subsided. It didn’t. Eventually, it lessened and gave way, of course, but whatever it was it was suddenly going deeper than the pain. To call it pleasure right away would be deceitful. And to say Dad was just taking the proper blows to my prostate would’ve been an understatement. Surely, it was an awakening of it. However, even my anal walls were growing a new sensitivity and joining into whatever this was warming inside me.

Dad was deep, almost like he was in my stomach. The more he pumped the more this thing awakening started to shift.

I’m almost there, I strangely thought for some reason.

All I could do was hold on and wait as this dimmer switch of pleasure brightened throughout me with every saw Dad delivered. Dad grunted and growled, biting my neck and ear with his pelts of sweat whipping against my back as I clutched the bedspread below.

Without any control of my own, I reared back and met his cock. Before I could find the words to apologize, or decide if I needed to, I was buried back into the mattress. I did it again and he shifted, bringing to my knees.

His hands began sliding up my back to my neck. My lower back arched and my shoulder blades come up to him as he wrapped his hand around my neck. I grasped his hand fear of being choked. His vice was like steel. My head jerked back and forth and he fucked me, like really fuck me. My head began to tingle. Stars circled around my head.

In a panic, I tried to pry his strong fingers from my neck.

My vision darkened and tunneled. My heart raced with pure fear and adrenaline.

Then suddenly…suddenly…a wave of pure ecstasy hurried through me like ice on a burn. My sight left me and I pass out.

I’m still there somewhere. Not present, not conscious; dreamlike.

My body slumped back into the bed and Dad continued to brutalize my body. I felt him grip my waist and pull my ass to meet his powerful thrust.

Then, from my dreamland, I’m back awake through a jolt of pain chased behind pure pleasure.

My breath was something I needed to catch. This was hard because every time Dad pounded me, it knocked the air from my lungs. It was incredible feeling to wake up to, but the gasping is unnerving as his thrusts become more frantic and needy.

I know exactly what’s coming.

As I lifted my head again, Dad pushes it back into to the bed followed by his body, pumping and pounding viciously fulfilling his promise to claim me.

Stickier than the drenched sweat covering the entire bed, I’m quickly brought back to moment that my cock was rock hard and smearing its own seed every where, leaving me unsure if I’d actually drained my bladder some time during this.

Dad brought me up from the mattress. He slid his hand over my neck hooking two fingers inside my mouth. Nowhere near close for me to suck on them–or to bite them–as they were just there to be an annoyance as his other hand braced my abs.

I let out a cry. I was closer to the edge than I thought.

I shot a load, forcing what was left of my opened hole to wrap around Dad and bring him over his own edge.

He bit down on my neck and roared there, seeding me and holding me in place without warning or explanation.

I whimpered profusely. I felt more of him gush back there than the two loads of his I swallowed beforehand.

“Fuck!” Dad collapsed on my back.

His spent cock kicked inside of me a little before going flaccid, in part to drain the rest of his dripping and to let me know that it was solely responsible for the gape that was my ruined hole.

Dad rolled off top of me when he was sure no more damage could be done, and stewed in a calm silence that took over the room and cooled it all at once.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Dad asked as I was about to drift off to sleep.

I was too tired to say anything, slowly trying to wake up to open my mouth.

I guess I was too slow for him. He didn’t wait. He came over my sweaty body to look at my face facing the other direction to find a goofy bliss planted there.

“I guess you enjoyed that too, huh, Pauly?”

I tried to nod. I thought I did even though I might not have been able to do so with the range I wanted to.

He pulled me into him, rolling me on my side, spooning me. His cock wasn’t exactly soft, but it wasn’t hard either.

“Anybody ever tell you you’ve got the best goddamn hole!”

I find the energy to turn towards him with an elfin smile.

He kissed me on the lips for awhile and then rolled me back over to my other side to kiss my neck and the sore spots that have bite marks.

“You’re mine now, boy. All mine.”

“Yes Sir.” I said strong but weak.

He chuckled.

We laid in silence for a few good minutes. I fell asleep briefly but came back to when I felt his muscular arm move across my body and I grabbed his hand.

“Was it worth it?”

In a sudden burst of energy, I spun around and straddled his belly pinning him to the bed. “Fuck! Yes Sir!”

His shock pressed into joy with his hands firmly coming over my ass and his fingers molesting my hole.

“Good. Because I’m going to break this goddamn hole until it’s gaping and your belly is stuffed with my seed.”

Dad lifted me up and sat my cummy hole on his hard cock.

“Please, Sir,” I pleaded before he slammed me back onto the bed. “I’ve always dreamed of riding you like this!”

Four loads later, my endurance was completely shot. It was gone a load earlier, but Dad allowed me to just lay there like a little fucktoy while he pumped his final load into me.

Dad finally rolled off me. I felt the air hit my gaping used hole. He’d left me exhausted, sweaty and sticky and completely out of breath. From all that, I was almost positive my belly was a little distended from the sheer loads sloshing about in my guts. The notation had me so delirious I wasn’t completely sure I couldn’t bear one of his children.

I was brought back to my place in his bed when his hand came hard on my bruised butt cheek. Something that would’ve stung monstrously it wasn’t so numbed tender. It was during the second bout Dad decided I was a really bad boy and spanked me like there was no tomorrow. I think back to a video I saw of a crimson red ass covered in bright handprints and I was sure that was the state of my ass right now as I was too afraid to look.

Dad rolled onto his back. I cuddled underneath him resting my head on his chest whorls.

“Is that’s what it’s going to be like every night?”

My prostate and insides were rubbed raw, but unholy fuck did it feel good! Even after draining ghost loads!

Dad chuckled. “If that’s a complaint you better bet your ass it is!”

I keep my mouth shut not sure if I should say yes or no, not wanting to turn away such a precious gift.

“Realistically, it won’t be like this every single night, but I keep my promises. Best believe. And I promised you that you wouldn’t be able to walk in the morning or afternoon whenever we get up tomorrow.”

I knew he wasn’t lying. I struggled to turn over and move in bed.

“Now, your hole is going to need a break tomorrow, so I’m expecting you to wake up before me. At least I would if I were you. I’d want to wake up early and blow my dad rather that wake up to my bruised hole getting pummeled again before I’m certain it can close up again. But I guess that’s up to you.”

I woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs. My stomach audibly growled at the sweet and smoky scent. I tried to get up, but my ass hurt and my legs were rendered useless. I guess Dad really did keep his promise. I touched my neck on the way to rub my hair and it was sore, too–all over.

Dad walked in with a couple of large bacon egg and cheese croissant sandwiches he made with some tater rings and some orange pineapple banana juice.

“Well, look who’s finally up.” He sat both plates on the bed.

I looked at the curtained window and the light coming through. “You mean I slept through to the next day?”

Dad laughed at my confusion of it being morning. “Nope, the sun’s about to clock out rather than in. You slept that long.”

“Oh.” Then another reality hit me. “Oh, fuck, Dad. I didn’t wake up before you. I’m sorry.”

He put his hand over my immobile ankle. “Don’t worry about it, son. When I saw that I woke up before you I thought about going for my spoils again. But I had some self control to hold back. I really wrecked you last night–a few times over. A few more than I should have for a civilian.”

“Virgin, you mean.”

“That, too,” he winked, putting the sandwich in front of my face for me to bite.

“Thank you. For this and the break,” I noted. “I’ll definitely make it up to you soon, especially when I can move my legs.”

“That sore, huh?”

“They definitely took a toll.” I half joked. “Now I know why when they show guys getting fucked they tend to cut the seen after they get creampied. Aside from the fucking, I think some guys would think twice about going through with it again if they knew what the recovery would entail.”

Dad laughed. “It’ll get easier and the recovery time a little quicker the further I drag you along. Soon, you’d be taking a load, popping out of bed, and fixing me something to eat.”

“I hope so.” I looked at Dad.

We ate our late breakfast and watched a couple of television shows in his room before he carried me to the shower and stood me on my feet. I was shocked that my legs were so weak, almost to the point of giving out. Dad let me brace him as he held me in his arms and showered me. He focused his attention most on my hole. It hurt like hell, but he said it was necessary. I swore my hole would never be the same after that night, but time proved me wrong absent the loss of my virginity. Surprisingly, the tightness wasn’t any different than before, but the pain made it easier to finger me gently with soapy fingers.

Something was in my guts. As it moved, I moaned. The loads from last night came out in a deluge feeling heavier than water on my thighs before it melted down the drain.

“Holy fuck!” I spat softly.

Dad congratulated me. “Good boy.”

Before I could ask what for, he said, “You’re a natural retainer, boy. It just means that you’re cum rump can carry a lot of seed for a really long time. Nothing to worry about really, it just means that if you really become an insatiable cum pig that your hole might have a world of stories to tell after a hot session or two.”

After Dad thoroughly cleaned me, he carried me back to my room to lay me down while he changed the sheets and things in his room. He came back for me soon after and we sat in his bed and talked what going forward looked like for the both of us.

While we were happy we found each other in this way, we were also realistic that it couldn’t go on forever this way. Not because of our relation, though it made things complicated and easy at the same time, but our age difference, of him being close to fifty while I just turned eighteen.

“Look, son,” Dad started up again. “I don’t want to clip your wings when you’re getting ready to fly. I don’t want you to be like me, looking back at your life missing out on parts of it because you’re too afraid to step out there and live. I’ve stayed busy for the past fifty years trying to avoid it. First into my schoolwork, then into the Army, drinking, sobriety, a wife and kid, rather than be comfortable with this. I wouldn’t change a thing because all this led to here, to us. But I also don’t want you to look back on this time in your life and say you were tethered to an old man.”

“Dad,” my eyes welled up, knowing I could never feel that way about him.

“Pauly,” he pushed his finger over my mouth. “As an old man, I still want the best ass from you, and I’m going to get it as long as I can, but I wouldn’t be hurt if you found that you had to move on, too. You’re young. You’re eager. And it isn’t like anything could separate us. You got my blood and I got your virginity. So we got a part of each other come hell or high water.”

Dad and I chuckled heartily at this.

As Dad carried on, I let him do so without any interruptions out of respect for him as my father and now my man. Even though I listened and understood, in my mind I knew there wasn’t going to be anything but this: Him and I. And while I knew better than to bank on this being forever, I also didn’t easily rule out the possibility either, or that it could be a love story in the making.