NOTES:
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Homely Acceptance
Dylan:
Feeling my dad's cock leave my body was like a piece of me was removed and thrown away, even if I could still feel his release still inside me. After resting against my father's body for a few minutes, both of us catching our breath, we split our bodies apart, and now I lay resting against his side. I could feel the warmth of his cum leaving me as it slowly dripped onto the plastic-wrapped couch that clung to my ass, sweaty after being brutally handled. The feeling of dried cum was prevalent on my torso and back as half of my own load, and our audience began to stick to my skin, giving off the appearance of dried glue. My dad put his arm around me, pulling me in close to him as if knowing even being only a few inches away was too far a distance. His hand found my chin and directed my gaze toward his. His eyelids were droopy in exhaustion and satisfaction, while his eyes seemed to be endless pools of intensity. With passion, he connected our lips together again as if to apologize for being away for so long. Our lips began to swell from the pressure behind each powerful kiss and playful nibble between us, granting us one final test to see if this really was reality. Upon breaking the kiss after minutes had passed by, he pulled me into a hug and whispered into my ear for me and me alone.
“Thank you, son, I’m so proud of you.” His voice was low and felt like warm syrup to my ears.
“No, thank you, Dad-daddy,” I corrected myself and could feel the grin he gave off.
Our bodies remained intertwined, but our profiles shifted to face the gathering of three men in front of us. Their cocks no longer remained out, but the mess they left behind on the floor had yet to be cleaned.
“About time you two finally saw what each other wanted,” Mateo said, a smile plastered onto his face.
"Welcome to the club, Michael,” Laughed Felix as he approached Dad and gave him a slap on the shoulder. “You too, Dylan,” he finished with a knowing wink.
“I take it you three all have done something similar with your sons, then?” I said, curious as to why they encouraged and got off on this scenario.
“You bet,” Lucas said, walking towards me, his smile just as wide as Mateo's. “And now that y’all finally understand one of the joys in life, we can start inviting y’all to, well, group bonding activities more often.”
“So that is what you guys get up to.” Dad said, barking out a laugh, “Do I even want to know what goes on in your cabin by the lake, Lucas?”
“I’ll be more than happy to show you two.” Replied Lucas with a knowing wink.
“You see, we have an agreed shared usage among our boys. With permission from each other, of course. They are always supposed to ask their daddies for permission to play with another.” Felix informed us, his gaze set on me with a hunger in his eyes that had yet to be satisfied.
It was then that I noticed that the three men had me surrounded like wolves seeing a wounded animal. Each of them had a hunger in their eyes as if desperate for a piece of fresh meat. Glancing at my father with both a look of unease and motivation in my eyes, he planted a loving kiss on my forehead.
“Dyl and I will discuss it. You’ve definitely given us a lot to consider,” Dad said, his large arms wrapping around me as if I were an object to hoard.
“Felix, you're scaring them,” Mateo laughed, clapping a hand down both on mine and Dad's shoulders. “How about we let these two get out of here? It’s only fair that these two get the rest of their day to themselves.”
“You’re right, you’re right,” Felix said, his hands raised in a mocked surrender. “I let y’all have the day off with your sons.”
“You two get outta here, enjoy the rest of the day between y’all,” Lucas nodded, his own grin of pride pulling at the corners of his mouth.
“If you say so,” Dad says, standing up, pulling me with him.
Slowly, we redressed. I could see my dad watching me from the corner of his eye as he pulled his own clothing on, and I pulled on his wet jockstrap, stained with my recent release. A sense of pride fills those eyes, knowing that he has some hidden dominion over me. After getting fully dressed, he wraps a large arm around my waist and escorts me out as we say our goodbyes to the three men, who we can hear almost instantly after exiting the poolhouse, having a muffled conversation, surely about us. Upon reaching Dad's truck and motorbike, we split ways, but not before he held me tight and kissed me passionately on the mouth, as if the few minutes we would be separated would be just as long as the time spent yearning for each other was. As we parted ways, I knew that what had just happened couldn't be a dream, and that my dad truly cared for me in the same way I cared for him. Closing my father's truck door, I knew I was the luckiest son on Earth.
Michael:
Arriving home, I pulled my bike into the garage and parked it next to a shelf full of things collected over the years. I knew that one box in this place had an outfit I was eager to see if it still fit, but I was doubtful, however, because of the weight I had gained over the past decade. Behind me, my truck, driven by Dylan, pulled into the driveway and parked. My son hopped out of the driver's seat and began his way toward me with a slight limp, surely my doing. I pressed the garage remote to close the door behind him, solidifying our privacy from the outside world. I wrapped my arms around his small waist, his own arms wrapped around my neck as he stared into my tinted black visor.
“You know, I’m really going to need you to fuck me while wearing this helmet,” He joked, although I knew the joke part of his tone was dead serious; he would be into masks, wouldn’t he?
I let out an exhale as I squeezed his hips with just enough pressure that it would leave a mark. “Maybe if you’re good about it, you’ll get it,” I respond by making sure to keep my voice low and suggestive.
I released my grip from him and pulled off the helmet; my son's hands fell away as I reached up. Setting the helmet aside, I knew I would do whatever my son wanted of me, but right now my priority was to taste his distracting lips again. Bending slightly down, I wrapped my arms around his back and kissed him, tipping him back slightly. His fingers clung to my belt loops as I tipped him, his lips clashing against mine, and I could feel the occasional nibble, which earned him a respectful growl of released intensity. We clung to each other for minutes, our mouths not leaving till our lungs burned for air, not till the hunger deep within had been satiated, and not till our flame of passion had been quenched.
Breaking, I suggested quietly, “Let’s head upstairs to my bathroom and clean off, alright, kiddo?”
Dylan nodded and wrapped his hand in mine, to my surprise. Nevertheless, I held it as I guided him through the house to my bathroom. Turning on the water, I let it get warm as we undressed, both of us staring at the other as if observing the most meaningful piece of art we had ever laid our eyes on. Stepping into the shower with a bathtub base, I let the warm water roll over me, and stepped aside, letting Dylan step under the flow of water himself. Grabbing a washcloth, I methodically helped wipe him down and clean him, as if he were a prize that I had to handle with care and keep clean, memorizing every square inch of his smooth skin. I took my time around his ass and dick, making sure to show extra love to those places as his cock slowly began to spring to surprise. I could see that he was red with embarrassment at it and blamed it on the heat of the water, but I knew from the glances he gave at my own hardening cock that it at least wasn’t just the water temperature.
Once both Dylan and I had been cleaned both inside and out, I turned off the water from the showerhead and instead allowed the water to flow from the bathtub spout. I let it fill halfway before shutting the steaming water off and slowly lying down in it, allowing the warm water to seep across my large body. I raised a hand to motion for Dylan to lie in my lap, his own thinner body seemingly fit perfectly on top of mine. I pulled him close to my, holding him as close up against my semi-hard cock as I could while keeping it comfortable for both of us. With care for Dylan and not spilling water out of the full bathtub, I slowly began to stroke various places around his body. Occasionally, massaging some places that I felt could be sore or were particularly soft to the touch, I found myself gravitating towards his thighs and chest for groping, which seemed to bring him some enjoyment. His cock was at full mast, peaking out of the warm water, as if standing at attention for his daddy.
“Dyl, I figured we should talk about, well, everything, about us,” I said, unsure how to talk about what happened between my friends and us. “I care about you a lot, son, and I don’t ever want to see you hurt. I know I can get caught up with things and I-”
“Dad,” Dylan interrupted. “You are something I have been fantasizing about for years, and today that dream was able to come true. I would not change it for the world. This is something I want more of; I want more of you, daddy.”
My cock twitched at the word daddy, as if it recognized that my son had called out for me. “I know, this is something I have been wanting to. But still, it’s still wrong, and I don’t want to hurt you accidentally.”
“Dad, how can something so right be wrong? Surely you felt as good as I,” Dylan said, grabbing my hand that had been stroking his side and guiding it to where his balls floated, gently cupping them with my hand as he inched back against my dick slightly.
“And nobody is really getting hurt, plus, I like it when you’re” Dylan continued, briefly pausing to consider how to continue. “When you’re strong, handling me in ways that bring you pleasure, using me.”
“I trust you, kiddo, I really do, but are you sure this is what you want? Are you really consenting to see the- the passionate sides of me?” I said, hesitance thick in my voice.
“Dad, I’m consenting to using me however and whenever you please. I want to explore what our relationship can be.” My son said, his head turning over his shoulder to look at me, “Together.”
“Me too, kiddo,” I whispered quietly, as if I was afraid to speak. "You're everything I could ever want, and I may not be sure what we are, but not everything needs labels, Dylan. I just want to be us, to be with you."
He kissed me in response. A slow and supple one that burned with passion, "I'm yours, Dad."
Dylan:
Slowly, he bent his head down and kissed my lips with a soft tenderness as if I were made from porcelain. It didn’t have the aggression and forcefulness of our previous kiss, but the hunger remained, just seemingly in a different form. Our kisses were slow and methodical as our tongues softly licked at each other's lips as if they were coated in sugar. I could feel his hand move up from my balls, where I had held it, and slowly began to travel my fully erect length. His other hand lifted out of the water and wrapped gently around my neck, holding me in place. A soft whimper spilled from my lips as his thumb rubbed my tip and his teeth gently bit down on my lower lip.
Reaching an arm behind me, I attempt to find his own cock, which I can feel pulsating against my back, but as I move his hand around my neck, it squeezes slightly as if to tell me to stop my movement.
“Focus on yourself, son,” He whispered against my lips, “I’ll use you to take care of me later, but right now it’s about you.”
My body shudders as his hand moves down from my tip, gently stroking my cock. His other hand departs from my neck with a final squeeze as he feels me glide my hands against his legs. Slowly, he ventures down, his hand finding the healing entrance to my hole. Gently, he slowly massages it, pulling me even closer as his body hunches over mine, his lips delicately kissing my shoulder before biting into it and sucking.
I grip his legs as my hands tighten with pleasure when I feel his pace pick up around my cock, my hole twitching as his fingers rub against it. The warmth of the water and the heat radiating off his body threatened to put me in a trance. It was like lying in the perfect sunbeam that melted away any worries that could bubble up. His hand quickened its rise and fall along my pleasure-twitching cock, water splashing as his hand intermittently breached the surface. The pressure of his bites along my shoulder brought a unified sense of pain and pleasure, and his warm tongue against the marks seemed to quickly snuff out any lingering pain.
“Dad- daddy, fuck, don't stop-” I moaned, allowing myself to become jelly in his arms, allowing my father to take complete control over me.
His pace quickened, and I felt his cock throb against my back, as if to reassure me that he was getting pleasure through my pleasure. Gently, his fingers slowly probed at my hole, the warmth of the water and his fingers filled it as it spasmed. I stifled a gasp by biting my lip as his hands worked me.
“Don’t hold back for me, kiddo, let it all out.” He whispered into my ear before nibbling on it, sending a shiver down my spine.
Feeling him massage my hole with a finger, pushing slightly in, I allowed the gasp to fully leave me, unbridled by worry or appearance. I knew I was panting at this point, both from the heat of the air and from the moment shared between us. His hand worked feverishly on my dick, moving faster on its way down than its way up, as if coaxing out milk. Precum had begun to mix with the water, as the pleasures rewarded to me by my dad seemingly sent my body into a frenzy.
It was still all so unreal to me that we were here in the bath together. To feel the strength of his body behind me, keeping me steady, and his strong arms around me, his fingers and hands playing me as if I were just an instrument of pleasure, was one of wonder. The room was filled with the sound of moving water and my moans intertwined. However, the occasional whisper of praise was whispered for only my ears alone, not to be shared with the empty room.
My legs twitched in the bath, occasionally kicking when my dad's finger inside of me hit the right spot or when his milking of my cock brought me to the verge of cumming before denying my ability to. My hands twitched, desperate to fill them with something. I reached up and began teasing my nipples. I could hear him smile over my shoulder as overstimulation suddenly racked my body. My dad's pace around my cock quickened, and his finger began to slowly fuck my hole that seemed to pucker at the memory of being fully stretched by his monster cock. Slightly, I began to rock my body up and down, gliding my back against the strong form behind me, desperate for a semblance of his dick. Water splashed over the edge of the tub, but neither of us gave it a second thought as the haze of lust dominated our minds.
“Please, daddy- don’t stop, I wanna cum, daddy, don’t stop mmghhh,” I moaned out, turning my head to meet him.
His tongue found mine as our lips connected, our kisses no longer soft and delicate, but now returned to passion and brutal desperation. Spit dripped from our mouths as the connection between us evolved into a sloppy lapping, as if cleaning out a jar of peanut butter.
Crying out without warning, I felt myself release, throwing any remaining concern to the wind as my load shot from my cock for the third time today. Ropes of my warm cum shot from my pink tip, splashing back into the water, getting swept away from the disturbance caused by my dad's hand. My whole clenched onto my dad’s finger, sucking and pushing it in and out as if it were unsure that it needed it or wanted to make room for more.
Lying against my father's body, I slowly came down from my release, panting for air. I opened my eyes, seeing my father's warm gaze meeting mine. A silent kiss on the forehead and praise met my ringing ears as his hands slowly pulled out and away from my body. His arms wrapped around my torso, holding me against him as we lay there together. Father and son, lover and lover.
Michael:
After getting out of our bath, which required another quick shower, we dried off and went downstairs. No clothing hid us from one another, this time free and open as father and son should. We talked and laughed as if nothing had changed between us, yet everything had. As the day drew longer, we found ourselves gazing at one another with a newfound devotion, or the occasional touch or kiss that blurred the boundary of reality.
We agreed that everything was on the table when it came to our relationship and sex between us. That we would try everything once at least to see if it worked for us. When discussing interactions with Felix, Mateo, and Lucas, I noticed a special glint in Dylan's eye, and we agreed that we should always ask the other one before doing anything with them or their sons. Although when it came to talking about us, that glint turned into a night sky full of stars of passion.
We held each other on the couch until it was time to prepare dinner; the heat from the day and our bodies had my pits sweating, but I knew I had a new personal cleaner for those and would soon put him to good use later.
In my office, I made sure to spend some time working out, which Dylan insisted on watching. His eyes devoured my body through the different sets I did. When he decided to part in order to start making dinner, he gave me an equally devouring kiss and gently groped my dick, resulting in a low growl from my throat and a gentle slap on his ass.
Wrapping up my workout, I knew I was a sweaty mess from the heat of the day and the workout routine. My mind was eager to see Dylan's reaction now that I knew how he felt; the thoughts sent a pulse of anticipation down my cock. It wasn’t just time to put him to use yet, but I knew when the time came, I would have him exactly where I wanted him. My dick twitched at the thought, threatening to come to life just thinking about having Dylan trapped beneath me, cleaning my sweaty body.
It was still surreal to me that I could think that way about my son and act on those thoughts nonetheless. To hold him in my arms, his smaller frame seemed perfectly fit to mine as if we were two puzzle pieces meant for one another. To have him gasping for air and unraveling in my grasp felt so right and good that I knew I could never live without it anymore. I knew I had to feel him again, to feel the warmth that only a son could give his father. I had teased him before in the bath; I let him believe he knew what it was like to become undone by my hands and let go.
Tomorrow, I thought, a plan forming in my mind, tomorrow I’ll make him unravel in my arms.
Walking into the kitchen, Dylan was plating food onto two plates on the counter. A grin plastered his face when he saw me approach, setting down the cooking utensils he was using, and walking up to me.
“How was the rest of your workout, Daddy?” He asked, his smile twisting into a mischievous grin.
“Good,” I grunted, seeing what he wanted. Firmly, I grasped the back of his head and raised my arm, planting his face into my sweaty pit. I could hear his large inhale, his nose taking in my scent as if it were the best-smelling thing to ever be presented to him. Knowing my son, he might just consider it to be the best smell to him.
“Clean it, boy,” I commanded, a firm gruffness taking control in my voice as I witnessed my son slip into a subservient role where a son like him belonged.
His warm tongue traced along the inside of the pit, working the damp hair and skin as if lapping up water like a dog. He was desperate for it, too. I could feel the drive behind each lick. Not only was he eager to serve, but he seemed addicted to the salty taste of my sweat. I lowered my arm to his disappointment when I felt like it had been adequately cleaned. I firmed my grip on the back of his head again. I raised my other arm and brought his head to the remaining dirty pit. He didn’t need a command this time, nor did I feel like I had to give one. He knew his place as my son, made to worship and provide pleasure for me.
“You really do like my musk, don’t you, boy?” I said, “You’re a filthy loving pup.”
I could feel him nod in my pit in response, his face not wanting to leave the warm, musky embrace of my pit. Against my inner thigh, I could feel his own dick twitch with growing hardness. To my surprise, my own cock had begun to harden, seeing my son get hard just from serving me. Grabbing his neck, I pushed him away from my now cleaned pit. My musk left a haze in his eyes when he looked at me. The face of someone who had realised that their new passion was to serve, to serve me.
“You got hard just cleaning me, son? Just from smelling me?” I asked rhetorically, looking down to clearly see the growing firmness between his legs. It twitched as I tightened my grip a little tighter, standing at attention.
My son nodded, which earned him a tighter grasp, forcing out a strained “Yes, daddy.” His eyes were still lost in the haze.
“On your knees, pup,” I ordered, my hand releasing from his throat and placed on top of his head.
When he was on his knees in front of me, the sight of his beautiful eyes staring up at me with what could only be described as thoughts to serve nearly sent me over the edge. I snapped my fingers, and he shifted closer to me, his lips almost coming to the tip of my dick.
“If you do a good job worshipping my cock, I’ll let you smell it for however long you want,” I informed the pet on its knees. It nodded to me with feverish excitement and obedience. I was pleased that it had realized its place quickly. It reached out its hands, one held my large balls and gently massaged them while the other held the thickly grown shaft of my dick. A warm tongue swirled around the tip of it, as if sampling the taste of a fine drink. The warmth of the tongue glided down the long length of my shaft. Moving along the sweaty underside of the cock that surely tasted of remaining saltiness from the day and workout. Upon reaching the base, I heard an attempt to hide a strong inhale, as if trying to smuggle some of the musky scent away. Quickly, I smacked it on the face with my cock, and put pressure from my foot onto my new pet's hard dick.
“Only if I am satisfied can you smell pup,” I growled, reaffirming my position over the squirming pet. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”
It nodded in agreement, eyes drifting up to mine as its mouth opened to take my dick. Slowly, it pushed itself onto it, the warm, wet embrace of the cleaning object sent a shudder up my spine. The tongue swirled around the length, as if eager to taste and clean every bit of my strong cock. The head of my pet moved back and forth, occasionally choking on the size of me. My hand on its head tightened its grip with each rapid movement in succession. The feeling of warm pleasure around my cock was one of dreams. The movement came to a slow pace around the tip, as the tongue swirled around the slit as if to coax any of my salty precum to come out. A sigh of contentment came from my pet as I felt some slip out into its mouth, surely to be savored as if it were holy water.
As my pet found itself content at my tip, I knew it should be taking my entirety right now. I pushed firmly behind its head and began to ferociously fuck the warm entrance. Sounds of gagging and choking came from my pet, but I knew it could take it.
Strings of aggressive praise left my lips, “Fuck you’re taking me so well, pet. Such a good mouth, you just want to serve me, don't you look like such a good slut down there, pet.”
I applied more pressure on its cock, I could feel it twitching against the bottom of my foot as I rubbed it. Warm liquid poured out of it slowly, a steady flow of precum took away any uncomfortable friction. My own flow of precum now spilled out, and it was eagerly swallowed or spread around my cock by the pet attached to it. Moans of pleasure mixed with the gasping and choking coming from my pet, my cock-cleaner, my son. My son's face was now a bright red, half-lidded eyes stared up at me, bringing me out of my obsessive trance. He never looked so beautiful with my cock nearly fully embedded into his mouth, strings of wet dripping around his mouth.
Removing my cock from his warm, wet mouth, I asked, “Who do you belong to, pet?”
The removal of my cock seemed to send him into a form of rapid withdrawal; a whimper escaped from his lips that made my fatherly heart cry with compassion.
“You, daddy, I belong and serve you, daddy.”His voice faltered as I applied pressure to his cute cock, his pink tip making a mess on my foot. His hands reached for the cock, desperate to have it back in his grasp.
Satisfied with the answer, I decided to reward him. Shoving my cock back towards his mouth, it opened as if on demand. Immediately, the warm embrace welcomed me again, and a grunt of pleasure. My hips returned to motion as I gradually fucked the warm mouth with building intensity. My son- my pets, tongue milked my leaking tip with such devotion I knew that he needed me to paint his mouth white, and I could feel myself getting close. With one final thrust, holding his head down at the base of my dick and a final twist of his tongue, I gave in with a groaning shudder.
“Mmph- Fuck, drink it all up, pet,” I cried out, my load shooting down his throat as the boy seized under me. My head seemed to grow dizzy in the release, white-hot sparks of pleasure danced around my eyes as my groaning head tilted back.
My own warmth was quickly swallowed by Dylan lest some spill out of his full mouth; some did, but not much. Underneath my foot, I could tell he had come too; the sensation of sticky wet now covered it, and looking down, my theory was correct. Slowly, letting every pulse of my cock release into the serving mouth of my son, I pulled out. Dylan gave one final lick of my cock and spasm beneath me before receding back, knees spreading wider on the floor.
“Clean,” I ordered, sitting on a stool and raising the cum-covered foot to his face. Dylan hesitated, but only because it seemed to take a second for my command to pierce the post-release haze.
Moving forward, he took my leg in his hands and lapped up his own mess, eager to serve. A smile was present on my face as I witnessed his obedience, pride filling me that my son listened so well. It was a strange sensation to have his mouth and tongue gliding around my foot, licking up the salty warmth, but it wasn’t unwelcome. Once the foot was clean, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked up at me, as if waiting for the next order.
“Good boy, Dylan, you’ve made me very proud,” I say softly in a fatherly tone, motioning for him to stand and signaling the end of any aggressive firmness I wanted to show him.
“Thank you, Dad,” He responded, a satisfied grin grew on his content face.
Pulling him into a hug, I gave him a quick kiss; the salty taste of our shared release still coated his lips. Guiding him to the stool next to me, I pulled our plates over to each other. And without a beat, as if nothing had happened, we began our dinner, conversation blooming between us about the most casual of things, as if the mouth that now spoke of a book he had read hadn’t just been full by his father's cock.
After dinner, we watched some television. I sat on the couch, my legs spread as Dylan had lain his body down, his head resting on my thigh. I had been gently stroking his hair when I stifled a yawn, knowing I was getting tired.
“I think it’s time for bed, kiddo,” I said, feeling another yawn begin to take over my body.
“I agree, I’m also getting tired,” Dylan responded, his own yawn following mine.
Standing up, I helped my son to his feet, a small limp still remained in his gait as a smirk prided my face knowing I was the cause of that. Walking up the stairs, Dylan hesitated at his door, as if not wanting to part from me for the evening.
Hesitantly, he turned to match me, saying, “Well, this is me,” with a laugh as if today's activities had been one long date.
I laughed in response, my hands wrapping around his waist and bringing him in for a kiss, my lips finding home again on his. We stood there outside his door, our bodies embraced with sweet desire and the growing sour feeling of longing. Breaking the kiss, Dylan pulled back and buried his face into my chest and allowed his body to mold around mine in an embrace.
Not wanting to part with my son again, not ever, I said, “How about you spend the place at mine instead?” A smile formed on my lips as I felt Dylan squeeze even harder in affirmation.
Gently, I led him down the hall, hand in hand, one he had peeled himself off me. Entering my room, I directed him to the usually empty side of the bed, pulling the covers aside so he could get under them. Walking to my side, I lay down and reached out, bringing Dylan into my arms as I spooned my son. The few seconds I had been away seemed like millennia apart. I didn't know how I was going to go into work tomorrow without him being there. It was strange that our relationship had only bloomed into a full flower just a few hours ago, but now I couldn’t imagine it any other way.
His body felt warm against mine, like a soft, heated pillow that grinded against my front body, as if to tease me to sleep. Gently, I kissed the top of my son's head, fingers wrapping around each other in a way that bound us together. We lay there in silence for some time, the sound of our rhythmic breathing filling the room before being interrupted by a whisper from Dylan.
“Thank you, Dad, for today.” The whisper was almost so quiet I could barely hear it, but nonetheless, I did.
“Anything. Anything for you, kiddo?” I responded in a similar low whisper. I squeezed my son gently to show him that his father was here for him, which had him responding by squeezing our entwined fingers. Father and son, we lay in the shared bed, naked as can be, and our bodies perfectly matched together. As I drifted off to sleep, I hoped that when I woke up tomorrow, today would not have been a dream.
Dylan:
The soft light of an early morning seeped through the window of my dad's room as a warm wetness trickled against my ass, and what woke me up was the occasional firmness pressed against it as well. My father's strong arms were still wrapped around me, and the rhythmic sound of his quiet breathing still gently passed my ear. Slowly, I pushed my ass back, eager to test my dad's morning wood. I just had to travel slightly until the massive hardness was comfortably wedged in my cheeks. Gingerly, I rubbed up and down against its length, feeling the coming addiction of the sensation of his cock growing ever slicker as morning nectar seemed to flow out of the wood and spread across my skin. My own morning wood found my hand and began grinding into it, resulting in a body-wide shudder of pleasure to ripple throughout. Biting my lip, I stifled back a moan, not wanting to wake my father up from his sleep. With each grind, I could feel the more familiar hunger for more begin to build up in me. My own hand slowly became wetter with each passing moment as my own cock, hard from the dreams of recollection of yesterday and the sensation of my father's length against my ass, weeped out its own leakage. I must have been too distracted pleasuring myself as the deep morning voice of my dad drifted across my ears, catching me by surprise.
“G'mornin' kiddo, you better not be doing anythin’ without me.” I felt a small thrust against my tight hole, nonverbally telling me that he knew exactly what I was doing.
“Morning, Dad,” I responded, turning my head over, and my lips were caught in the sudden embrace of my father. It was a warm kiss, passionate and full of strength, but not one that would bruise my lips or how my mouth fucked with his tongue. “How’d you sleep?”
“Pry the best sleep in my life,” Dad responded, thrusting a slow, small thrust against my hole again.
Dad's large hand, which was wrapped around my body, moved downwards and found my slick-covered hand wrapped around my cock. Carefully, he pushed my hand away, his own enclosing around my cock and slowly began to stroke it. I whimpered a little at the sensation of another man's hand, especially my own father's hand against my dick.
“I’ve got to get ready for work soon, but how about you can do whatever you want with me until I have to go as an apology for leaving for the day.” He said, planting kisses on my neck. “If it were up to me, I would spend the entire day breeding you, but I’ll take what I can get.”
Gently thrusting my cock in his enclosed fist, I moaned, “I’d like that very much, daddy.”
Hastily, the covers of the bed were thrown off us, and my dad leaned back and sprawled out. His grasp on my cock left me craving for more attention, but I knew that it was only a drop in the bucket of what was available to me now. Carefully, I repositioned myself, kneeling on the bed, cock out in front of me, staring at the masculine specimen laid out before me. My dad looked at me with expectant eyes, his chest handsomely heavy and cock standing tall at full mast. His hands rested behind his head, showing off his flexed arms and hairy pits, ripe with the smell of his morning musk. Shifting over, I startled his torso and leaned into the warm embrace of the hairy pits. I allowed the haze of his smell to wash over me, clouding any worries that might have awoken with me in the morning, and slowly began to grind myself against his hairy skin. I began to clean and lick the pits just like how I served my dad last night, alternating between each pit until the smell permanently clung to the inside of my nose, and his sweaty taste was cleaned entirely. Moving upwards along the arms, I nibbled at the flex muscles. The strength in them was impressive, and I found myself worshiping them with my mouth as if they were some holy relic deserving of only the finest care. Although I wanted to spend all day showing my care for them, I knew I was on a time limit and had to show how much his body deserved worship.
Carefully, I began to kiss down his neck, suckling on the sweet, salty sweat that had formed from the heat of the night. Moving down to his chest, I buried my face into the hairy crevasse between his two mounds of chest. His natural musk enhanced the haze from his pits that drove me to release my tongue and lick at the hair, gliding up one of the large pecs and attaching my mouth to one of his nipples. I heard a groan of pleasure release from my father's lips as I kissed and sucked the warm flesh of his chest. One of his large hands lay on my head and gripped my hair, holding me in place as I began to grind against his leg with my dripping cock, craving any source of friction that could send waves of pleasure through me.
When his hand released from my head I knew this was him telling me he was tired of his own dick being unserviced. Kissing my way down his torso, making sure to savor every second I got I soon found my nose buried in his bush as my tongue lapped at the two large hairy balls that hung below. Another grunt of pleasure came from my father, his cock twitching next to me as if calling to me. Inhaling his musky scent I peeled away from his hair and glided my face against the upright cock, smearing the left side of my face with leaked precum. Upon reaching the tip I ran my tongue along the underside of the head, finishing with a swirl at the tip gathering whatever leakage remained and relished the taste.
“Fick Dyl- if you’re gonna tease me like this, you better give me something to disgrace myself with,” Dad breathlessly groaned as I ran my tongue along his length.
Turning around I moved my body above his in a sixty-nine position, ass facing in his direction and my hard cock dripping onto his belly. Already missing the taste of his cock I lowered my mouth onto his quivering dick and was embraced with the warm firmness suddenly bucked down my throat, resulting in a gag from me. I knew this was my dad telling me to hurry up and get to servicing as I began to glide my mouth up and down his length, pushing out forming hears as I felt the tip of his massive cock touch the back of my throat and the overwhelmingly lewd smell of his bush fill my nostrils.
With a growl behind me, my dad snarled, and I felt the warm sensation of his mouth against my tight, pink hole. My own hips bucked from the sudden surprise of heat and pressure, forcing my dick against his hairy skin. I cried out in pleasure on my dad's dick from the feeling of the friction that rubbed against my cock and the hot, wet strength of my father's tongue as it entered my hole.
Sloppily, I continued to service- worship my father's cock as I devoured it with a hunger that was fueled by the way his tongue swirled the inside of my hole, the ring of muscle clenching and relaxing around it. I no longer cared about teasing or taking my time to savor the taste and smell of him; I now only wanted to feel the sensation of his cock rubbing against my throat and the way his snarls between my asscheeks drove me wild. When I came up for air, his cock glistened in the morning light, covered in my spit. It had dripped all along his balls now and had begun to drip onto the bedsheets. My trance at the holy sight was shattered as his my father's tongue probed even deeper as he fucked my hole with it, my body dropped as I shuddered at the wet sensation of his aggressive eating. Clinging to the large dick, I began to stroke it, unable to move as my body was racked with waves of unbearable pleasure.
“Mmph- Daddy, don’t stop, Fuck dad! You eat my ass so good mmphh-” I moaned out, my voice going up in pitch as gasps left me, my own cock begging for an early release.
Hearing me, Dad picked up the pace. He alternated between tongue-fucking my hole and rimming it, each one leaving me like a mewling kitten begging for milk. As he alternated, I alternated between worshiping his dick with my mouth and gliding my hand along the soaked member. My tongue could taste the developing saltiness in his thick precum as it swirled around his tip and, with every passing moment, got thicker and thicker. When I felt his tongue leave my loosened hole, I pulled back and sat up, reaching for the bottle of lube I knew waited in his nightstand. Grabbing it, I squirted some of the lube onto his already wet dick and spread it around before applying some lube to my own hole.
Turning around, I made sure the front of me was facing him. If he wants to loosen me up, I’ll show him a ride he won’t forget, I thought.
I positioned my hole above his tip and shot him a devilish smile. His own smile was held on his face, one hand teasing his nipple while another rested behind his head, showing off his hairy armpit to me. Carefully lowering myself onto him, we both groaned out in pleasure as our bodies connected with each other. Leaning backwards, supporting myself with my arms, I lowered my body down on his thick cock and welcomed the burning heat of pleasure that washed along my inner walls.
“Fuck, son, how’re you still so tight?” Dad groaned, breathing in a sharp inhale as I reached halfway down his length before rising again.
Slowly, I began to bounce on his dick, pushing him deeper and deeper inside me with each rise and fall. Uncontrolled moans fell from my lips as my pace quickened with the growing ferocity of the need for stimulation. As I rode up and down, back and forth, along his massive length, my own dick slapped against my body. The sound of it mixed in with the sweet, slick sound of my dad's dick sliding in and out of me and the harmony of moans coming from both of us.
“Mm- daddy, you’re so big, I love your cock-” I cried out almost incoherently.
“Fuck, kiddo, you’re treating me so well,” He praised, “such a delicious sight.” His eyes watched each satisfactory swing of my cock and balls that flung slick precum occasionally.
I could feel his length shuddering against my walls with each grind of movement. The sweet pain of friction evolved into a feeling of warm molasses as the unifying feeling of becoming whole filled me to the brim. The lewd smell of sex and sweat permeated the air, the haze in my head from his musk and pleasure demanded that I ride him harder and faster. The depth of his cock felt like he was scratching an itch that nobody else could scratch, only him. Desperate, I cried out for more, my tongue lolling out as I panted like a dog in heat, slamming him into me with every fall of my hole on his dick. I felt as if I could feel every pulsating vein on his massive rod, as if I could form my hole to perfectly take his cock forever.
In front of me, with one arm still raised and another teasing his nipple, my dad's face no longer bore a grin, but a look of satisfied pleasure. With each ride, his chest heaved slightly, his arms flexed, and sweat on his brow was forming. Strings of praises came from lips that knew mine, praises of how proud he is of me and how beautiful I look riding his cock. That I belong there.
“Mmph- Fuck daddy, I’m getting so close-” I moan as I sink almost all the way to his base, the painfully euphoric feeling of his dick pressing against my pleasure point.
“That’s it, son, cum on my cock,” He commanded encouragingly. I could feel his own dick pulsing inside me, signaling he must also be close.
With his permission, I allowed myself to succumb to the release as I pushed myself as low as I could on his cock, sheathing him in me. Waves of pleasure rocked through my body as ropes of sticky hot cum shot from my dick and into the air, painting my father in my climax. My hole shuddered and tightened around his cock as if to milk the very essence from him. With an animalistic groan, my father's body shuddered and climaxed. Warmth filled my insides as my walls were painted white with his seed. His cock shook with the strength of his release against my quivering walls as silver stars filled my vision, and I shot one last squirt of cum from my tip, feeling the addictive sensation of his load being released inside me. Looking at my father, both our chests were heaving with labored breath. His stomach, chest, armpit, and face were all splashed with my release; a satisfied, lazy smile on his face signified he enjoyed it. I sat there, his milked cock embedded in my ass, making me feel whole, which was a sensation I knew I could never live without.
We both sat there for a couple of minutes, breathing heavily and enjoying the afterglow of our shared release. Slowly, I pulled myself off of my father, a droplet of his cum dripped from the sudden gap between us, which spread a feeling of void and longing. I could feel my whole pucker as if searching for the thing that completed it.
“You filled me up so good, daddy,” I moaned as I clenched my loosened hole, not wanting any more of his precious seed to spill out.
“Always the best for you, my son,” He mumbled, his face showing he was still recovering from his large release. Seizing the opportunity, I began to clean him up, raking my tongue across his body where the splatters of my cum lay. It wasn’t the taste of his cum, but it was at least something I could fill my senses with, nor was this the first time I had tasted my own jizz.
When I got to his armpit, I savored the smell mixed with the taste. The mixture between the two was like a unison of pristine smell and taste that rivaled everything else. By the time I had moved on and licked his face clean, the haze of lust had faded from my father's eyes, and the intent look returned to his eyes. With a kiss, we both stood up and made our way to the shower, which we decided to share. As we both bathed under the warm flow of water, our bodies lathered up with soap. I took a chance.
“Da-” I began before correcting, “Daddy, would it be alright if maybe we went on a date?” I said the last part meekly, scared that he would refuse for some reason.
Seeing me feeling uneasy, he laughed. “I would love that, kiddo, tomorrow night. You and me. I’ll take care of it.”
“Really? I can take care of it since I am the one who-” I started before being interrupted with a kiss and a firm grasp around my neck.
“I’m sure Dylan. Trust me, you’ll be paying me back in the way only you can, son.” He responded, his lips against my lips, and I knew our lives would never be the same again. And I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
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