How I Seduced My Father

Before I start my story, I should introduce myself. My name is Tim O’Brien. I am 23, 6’1”, 180 lbs, muscled, sandy, reddish, curly haired, 7.5” prick, bull balls, gay guy, who is in love with my father.

So, how did it all start? 

You could say my dad is an older twin of me. 45, same build, same muscles; hair, with a touch of very sexy grey throughout, and oh yeah, we both have a gorgeous healthy pelt of chest hair, his with a sprinkling of grey, and I might throw in, great legs, too.

It has always been us two. Me and the man I love more than anything. You see my mother died when I was three, very tragically of ovarian cancer. My folks had met in college, he was pre law, and she was pre med. They married young, had me, and then she became ill and died.

I don’t really remember her, but he took over - dad, mom, companion, best friend, in short, everything. He was always au courant, and the few friends I allowed in, were terribly jealous I had a dad like him and as hot.

He never dated and when I was about eight, I had asked him if I would have another mommy. His flawless grey, green eyes (mine are that shade too) had misted up a bit and in a voice thick with emotion, he told me: “It’s always just going to be you, buddy boy, no one else. You’re all I need.” I had curled into him, loving his scent, his embrace, and all of him.

My aunt and his sister-in-law had tried to get him to date, but he had steadfastly refused. “Tim and I are fine,” he had told them.

We were fine. We did everything together and even though he became a very high powered lawyer, sometimes working long and hard, and often with the poor, who could not afford legal counsel; I always came first.

I think I first became aware of my attraction to men, when he and I were at the beach and I was about 14. Sure, I had seen him in board trunks and running shorts, but that day after we’d been splashing about in the water, and came out of the surf, I looked at his body and was aware of a pre pubescent wood beginning. His package looked huge and the waves had tugged his suit down enough to show off some of his perfect bush and crack! It was then that my dad jerk off fantasies began.

We have lived all my life in a big house in the Maryland countryside, with even a guest house on the property. We never used it that much, but my dad turned part of it into a gym and we work out there together. After the beach and the workout sessions, I would go off to my bedroom and jerk my dick, till I shot off all over. I was getting hairy even then and loved squirting on my furry stomach and chest. I think he must have sensed my jizz filled sheets, when we were doing laundry, but never brought it up.

I tried to imagine other guys in magazines and actors, but I could only ever think of him.

At 16, I had a real eye opener. We always had dogs, and Theodore was our latest. My dad’s name is Ben, by the way. I was then on the swim team and even played lacrosse, mainly to get near other guys my age, since I believed I couldn’t have my father that way, although I never acted on anything.

One day swim practice had ended early and our next door neighbor had been there, and as her son, David, was on the team, she had offered to bring me home. I knew dad was in his home office, preparing for a big case, he had coming up. 

I let myself in, greeted by Theodore and looked around for my father. I dumped my stuff in my bedroom and heard running water from his bathroom.

The whole back yard was enclosed, so I had let Theodore out, before going upstairs, intending to join him once I found my dad.

When my mother was alive, he always told me she loved the huge bathroom and dressing room attached, that was the master suite, and now his alone.

I went into his bedroom to call out I was home and stopped in my tracks. My dad had always kept the door to the bathroom closed. Theodore might have been in there, nosing around, because the door was ajar.

I should have left, but knew this was my one chance to see him in the buff. My mind kept telling me it was wrong, but my feet felt like they were stuck in cement.

“God, what a beauty, he is,” I thought. Muscles with water running off them, the flat stomach, the long legs, the sea of hair, with the shower running through them.

As if reading my mind, he bent over and the crack, I’d glimpsed that time at the beach, was on perfect display. I had a full on tent in my sweats and I had discovered I was a real drooler by then, so there was a spot of pre cum forming.

He soaped his crack and my fingers made a gesture as if they were his. I prayed for him to turn and he did and I drew my breath as his dick was huge and fully erect.

The way the room was designed, I was blessedly out of sight. He actually was starting to jerk off, his eyes closed. Then in his 30’s, he was one righteous fuck, and of course still is. I knew I mustn’t risk moving, but my eyes took in his length, the soaked nuts, and his glorious pubic hair and how there was ample room for a second hand, that I knew should be mine. 

Of course he thought I would be home later, which made my spying even more thrilling. He was very close and it was at that moment that I realized there would never be anyone but him. He poured some of his beautifully scented shampoo on his saber and closing his fist, which barely fit around that snake, moved his hand in a blur and splattered the glass door with his titanic load, his low hangers pulling up with the force of his release.

At that moment Theodore barked outside and his eyes flew open, and instinctively I stepped back into his bedroom and moved as quietly as I could into the hall, to yell: “Dad, I’m home. Practice ended early and the Singleton’s gave me a lift. I let Theodore out in the back yard.”

He appeared in the hall, with a towel wrapped around him;  still damp. “Hey, you! I was just grabbing a shower.”

I glanced down at his still plump tool and before I could think, ran over and threw my arms around him. “I love you so much! More than anything and it’ll always be Ben and Tim!”

His dick pressed against me and I pressed back.

He kissed my head. “Let me throw on some shorts, check on the boy, and we’ll have dinner. You hit the shower and meet me downstairs.”

Theodore was still barking and I guess he forgot the cum rained door, because he jumped in a pair of shorts and as he tore downstairs, I ran into his bathroom, and sniffed and licked his cum into my mouth. I was drunk, and knew I had him in my mouth, heart, and soul forever, but also realized I’d made a huge mistake, as much as I loved the salty thickness that would never serve to slate my thirst again. I looked like Theodore, licking a bone, which is, of course, what I wanted to do. His bone. He would know, because it was gone, unless.. I had not shot my load, so I yanked down my sweats, boned up again, and provided my own torrent of spunk on the door to replace what I had lapped up.

He never said anything and I vowed to become more demonstrative and would cuddle with him and some times when we were playing video games, sit so close we were leg to leg.

When I was 19 he did ask me about dating or why I didn’t spend more time with friends. I was then in my sophomore year at a prestigious college in Baltimore and deflected both dating and friends by wanting to succeed and make him proud and nothing else mattered.

He had held me close; told me how much he loved me, but he worried it wasn’t enough.

At that moment, I took a risk, kissed him on the lips and told him that was bullshit. 

He had laughed hard, blushed and kissed me back, quickly, but my heart did somersaults for ages.

Around this time he bought a condo in Baltimore City, by the harbor, saying we could stay there after Ravens games. Hey, as a gay guy, I love tight ends and wide receivers! He also thought if finals were too exhausting, I could crash there rather than make the long drive to the country. He also explained that if there were long court days, he might crash there.

So, we’d stay there if we went to a concert, the theatre, or caught a game and a few times Theodore and I were alone in the country when he would call me and say he’d had a long day in court or preparing for a brief and was staying at the condo.

On those occasions I missed him terribly and between homework, would call him and we always ended each conversation with how much we loved each other.

I wanted to pursue Atmospheric Science at another prestigious university in Baltimore as my Masters, so he took me to the Galapagos for the most incredible trip. We stayed in a cool little shack for me to do some research and at first we had laughed about one bed, but each night I curled into him and would delight and jerk off at his morning wood.

So, I turned 23, was in amazing shape from our work outs in the home gym and really aside from the fact that dad, Ben, was 45, and had a touch of gray; we were twins.

One night a Masters project was kicking my ass and I called him and asked if I could flop at the condo and of course he agreed.

I couldn’t sleep. I hated being without him, but had an early class the next morning. My head was stopped up and I thought an extra pillow from his bed might do the trick.

Now here’s where I have to digress for a moment. We never had a maid. Ben and I did all the chores together and twice a month we would come in and clean the condo, like we did at home. He was always adamant that he cleaned his own bedroom and bathroom at both places.

I bring this up, because as I leaned across his bed in the condo to reach for two pillows, my toe hit something under the bed.

Every since we’d slept together in the Galapagos; I had wanted it to continue, but was afraid that might be too much.

Curious as to what my toe had hit, I knelt and saw a box. I pulled it out and opening the lid, had to sit down on the bed, my heart pounding like an earth quake.

No wonder my boy was adamant about cleaning his own room.

Inside were two things: a long, thick, dick shaped dildo and a gay porn DVD. Turning the DVD over, I saw he had circled the name of one of the performers: Dean Flynn. I held the dildo up to my nose. It smelled like sperm, his smell, and ass. I forgot sleep and practiced with it in my mouth. 

So they were his! The love of my life was gay! 

I went into the bathroom, got some Vaseline, laid down on his bed, greased up my hole and put his rubber dick against my pucker.

Now I had done a j o once with a bud, but had always seen Ben in my mind and had also put my fingers in my ass, but never anything this big.

It stung like crazy, but I relaxed my breathing and took it slow. Suddenly, it was in and I started gliding it in and out, adjusting to it, and had a raging hard on, drooling copious pre all in and around my hairy abdomen and navel. We both had the same toy up our arses and all at once it hit my button and I started ramming it in and out, calling his name as a deluge of sperm fired out. Being very naughty, I simply pulled it out, rolled over on the sheets, and fell blissfully asleep.

My phone awakened me early in the morning and there he was.

“Hey you! I wanted to see how you slept? How you are.”

I glanced down at the dildo, lying by the side of the bed and yawned. 

“I missed you something awful. I slept in your bed last night. I’ll be back tomorrow and we can be together for the whole holidays. Just us at home.”

He sometimes called me ‘darling’. “Darling, you know we have to be with Aunt Ellen on Christmas.”

“Fuck! She always wants to go into why we’re not with anybody! Why can’t she understand I just want to be with you.” My voice shook. “I just want to be with you! Period. The end. Always! If she fucking pisses me off, I’ll tell her, we’re going to be together always, just us two!” I was shouting, not at him, but because I wanted him more than anything.

“Tim...”

I cut him off. “Do you remember when I was smaller we would say things like: “I love you as many blades of grass ever!”

He drew in his breath. “And I love you as many times as the sun has come up or set ever, and I missed you horribly, too!”

I went out on a limb. “Tomorrow night, let’s work out, then I want to unwrap you!”

He laughed.  My favorite sound. “Unwrap me?”

“I gotta go run before class.”

“In your new sweats, like mine?”

“They both show our major packages!”

“You know it, baby boy!”

I hung up and started to put my plan in action. I ran, half erect, thinking of him, my staff rolling back and forth, drooling all the while. My nerves were up about the exam, but I got through it and had remembered a porn store in the city. My dad still had a DVD player, hence the DVD in the box, and I scouted out my first porn store. I had a lab that night or I could have spent years in this hot place. I went to the Gay Porn DVD section. I was looking for one with this smoking fine stud, Dean Flynn. 

The beautiful attendant came over and asked if he could help me, running his eyes over me.

“Do you have any with Dean Flynn?”

He reached up and picked out “Breakers”, a three hour film with many flawless stars! I started to head up to the check out, when I saw some play handcuffs. My dick became as tall and hard as a flagpole.

“Ill take two of these, too.”

“Planning some fun?”

I snickered. “You bet! With my daddy!”

“Fucking hot!” He leered at me. “He’s very lucky!”

“No, I’m the lucky one!”

The lab was a killer, but during a break, I texted him again to tell him I loved him as many drops of water ever and I wanted nothing more. I hoped he would not jerk off before I could enact my plan.

He texted back that he loved me as many times as I would smile ever, which was everything to him.

My reply was bad, but I told him to behave himself till I got home and wondered if he would know what I meant.

I got to the condo late, but called him to let him know I was back and that I was sleeping again in his bed.

“I wish I was there,” he told me.

“You know I do, too, more than anything, but Ben, we’ll be together tomorrow and always!”

“Tim, I hope so.”

“Don’t do anything till I get there, big boy!”

He laughed a little nervously.

I slept well and tried to keep my libido under control.

That next afternoon after a final lab, I raced home.

We seemed a bit nervous for the first time ever with each other and dinner was a little quiet.

“Let’s work out,” I announced.

I knew we each wore old jocks that we didn’t launder regularly.

As we worked out, I could sense his packed jock, through his shorts, and I got hard. I whipped my shirt off and actually reached over and pulled his off, too.

We were super sweaty and I stepped up and sniffed. There was a feral glint in my eye. “Yum!”

I pulled him into me and kissed him on his lips. Holding him tight, I moved my hand to his silky hair.

He pulled back. “What’s going on? I need a drink!”

“Only if we share. I have something for you.” I let my hand trail down his hirsute six pack and brushed against his tumid tool.

Ben started to say something, but I leaned in and licked his lips and we actually swapped tongues.

We were moaning into each other’s mouths and if we had been any closer together we would have been in one pair of running shorts. Our enormous hoses were dueling together and two hairy, sweaty chests were held together by two hugely muscular arms.

He broke first. He looked almost ruined. “Tim, no.”

“Ben, yes! Fuck, yes! Stay here.” I had put the DVD in a box in the guest house, where we kept boxes. I had clumsily wrapped it.

When I returned he had gotten a drink from the little bar in the living room.

I took the glass, put some in my mouth, maybe it was scotch? He didn’t drink much, just red wine, so he must have been shaken, which I understood. Pulling him close again, I press my lips to his and with my tongue ran some of the liquid over his lips. He didn’t stop me. I broke away and handed him the box. 

“Look, I love you more than anything. Open this and maybe things will be clearer.”

We were losing our erections, but I hoped we had forever. 

I took the drink and slugged the rest down. He seemed more concerned about that. I laughed and kissed him again. “Don’t worry. I will only ever get drunk on you.”

He opened the box and a shocked expression was on his face.

“You like Dean. I found the box under your bed. My foot hit it when I was reaching across the bed for another pillow. We can watch him and these other hot guys together and jerk off,” I blushed, “or more, I hope.”

I took his hand. “I want now to unwrap you! I don’t give a fuck what anybody thinks. I can’t live without you. I think about you all the time. I dream about you! When I was 16, I came home early from swim practice and saw you whack off in the shower. Don’t get mad, but when you went downstairs to get Theodore, I sneaked into your bathroom and sniffed and licked off your cum. You’ve been inside me ever since. I realized what I’d done, so I sprayed my load on the shower door to cover myself.”

He looked at me and I ran my fingers through his hair and down by his ear.

“I sneaked back in, too, and thought I was eating my own cum,” he whispered.

“So, all this time we’ve been lovers, inside of each other.” I rested my hand on his flat stomach, running through the hair and moving up to his nipples. “I used the dildo and knew it was you!” I took his hand and put it on my stomach. It seemed to move of its own volition. “What did you think about when you used it?” I held my breath and leaned in, moving my tongue around his ear. “Me?”

He moved his hands and lowered his head into them and whimpered, “this is so wrong! What would Madeline say?”

I knelt in front of him, finally getting between his legs, so near his huge prick, yet I knew he had to be okay with all this. I took his hands and kissed them. He didn’t pull away.

“Dad, Ben, she’s not here and don’t you think she would want us to be happy? I’ll never leave you. How could I, Ben, when my lover is everything I’ve ever wanted and I’ve been in love with you forever. I’m gay.” I looked up at him. “You are gay?”

Before he responded, I leaned in and buried my nose in his now straining shorts. Sweat and cum assailed my nostrils.

I took his shoes and socks off, holding the socks up to my nose and wiggled my eyebrows. The scent caused more pre to leak through my already wet jock. “Fucking, hot,” I groaned.

He breathed deeply. He pulled me up and much as I didn’t want to leave between his legs, when I wanted to live there forever, he surprised me by pulling me up on his lap, his big battering ram up against my ass. 

He held me so tight I wondered if I would break. “When I met your mother at Loyola, I adored her and we started hanging out. My parents kept pressuring me to get married and have children. We went out, but I just didn’t know what to do, but you’re mother was the best. She asked me if I was gay. I so wanted to change. I wanted you more than anything in the world. So we talked and we did love each other and agreed to get married. The families were thrilled. We were young, I was going into Hopkins for law and she was going there for pre med. Our sex was hilarious. In those days she kept telling me to buy ‘Honcho’ and gay VHS tapes to get and stay erect. We would start and then laugh so much that it wouldn’t happen.

Finally, I went in the bathroom and squirted into a bowl and your poor mother used a turkey baster. Then miraculously there was you. From the moment you were born, I was gone.”

I ground my ass against his rod and nuzzled in his neck. His smell, his soul, his heart, his body was what made me drunk, not the small amount of whiskey I’d had.

“Then she got sick.” He was crying and I licked his tears away. “She told me she knew you were the one. Then she died and every day I thanked God for you. I didn’t and I don’t need anything else.” He shook his head. “I’m a shit. All I think about and want is you. Dean, and those other fucking hot porn stars were just because I didn’t think I could, but now,” he hesitated and grinned at me.

I kissed him everywhere I could reach. “I knew for certain when I was 14 and I got hard looking at you. It’s never changed and never will.” I shifted off of him and for the first time put my hand into his shorts and jock and, shaking, took his glorious manhood in my fingers. It was so hard, yet so soft. I felt the pre cum drooling out of the helmet and began stroking. He was a leaker like me!

He took my face in his hands and smashed his lips on mine. Our tongues we’re performing the duel of the century. His taste, my tongue against his teeth, our shared spit. He tore his mouth away, what felt like hours later.

“Oh, fuck this is so supremely wrong.”

I stood up and pulled him up, our dicks looking like two taught clothes lines. “If we’re in love with each other, how is that wrong? I know my mind and heart. Do you?”

He nodded. I was yanking him to the bedroom in the guest cottage. “Teach me.”

He laughed, which always made my heart sing. “You may have to teach me. I’ve, just like you, dreamed that dildo was you! I never asked you this because I thought I’d be jealous, but have you ever been with a guy? I know we’ve almost always been together.”

I stood before him. We were pretty much eye to eye. I leaned in and ran my tongue down his nose. “Just  j o with a lab partner, only once, cause I too felt huge guilt, but my mind was right here. Fuck, I’m the luckiest guy in the world.”

“That’s me, stud. I’m the luckiest!”

We started a contest. Kissing, running our hands over muscles, hairy chests, flat bellies, and pumped arms. “One the count of three we both go for shorts, but leave the jocks on.”

He was tugging on my nips and I was following suit, my dick leaking enough to water the Redwood forest.

He ripped my shorts down, revealing my straining, wet jock. My rod was poking out of the side. It had created a puddle on the shorts and now the fluid was spilling on my thigh.

Ben instructed me to sit, and kneeling with that phenomenal body between my legs, and the most flawless man ever; he took off my shoes and socks. Standing, he stuffed the socks into his shorts and jock, rubbing them around his pipe. Drawing them out he put them in his mouth, and if possible his lumber got even longer.

I couldn’t stand it and shoved his shorts down and looked at this packed jock. I could only gasp. “Thanks to every fucking God that I could unwrap you! I’m jealous. Yours is bigger. I remember in the shower wanting to be the other hand! It is a two hander!” His taut belly was now partly covered by that Herculean dick sneaking out of his jock up to his navel. The mushroom head was raining pre into his belly button and matting that glorious fur.

He pulled me in, so we were tool to tool and ransacked my mouth as our swords rubbed together, producing more seepage.

I broke off, leered at him, bit his lip, and announced: “Father, I have sinned.”

Ben’s laugh was one of my favorite things and he roared. “You mean beyond this?”

I lunged into him, rammed my tongue in his mouth, nodding my head.

He used to tweak my nose and he pulled back, and did that now. “So, I’ll play along. What is this sin, my son?”

“You know how we swap out doing laundry?” Ben had started to manhandle me through my jock and I copied him. Between moans, I continued, “well, when it’s my turn to do the laundry, I sniff, suck, and jerk off into your jock, then eat it out.”

“You’re not my boy for nothing, cause I do the very same with yours.”

The pressure was mounting and our hands continued skiing up and down our puds, still through our soaked jocks, faster than an Austrian finalist in the Olympic downhill.

I leaned my head into my dad’s neck and whispered: “Close!”

He whipped his hand away and kissed me all over my face, particularly my eyes. He pushed me back off his flagpole and with an impish glint in his eyes, uttered one word: “Theodore.”

“Theodore?”

Ben laughed again. God I loved it when he laughed. “Darling, you love more than anything, two things in your life: Theodore and the environment. We’ve been neglecting him. We left him with food and water when we came over here, but he’ll need to go out.” He gave my dick one more earth shattering long stroke; tweaked my nips super hard and ran his hands over my hairy ass. “Go let him out, bring him over here, we’ll leave him in the living room, and while you’re in the house get that measuring tape in the drawer in the kitchen by the oven.”

I sighed and he jerked my penis hard and growled: “Darling, that’s what’s known as edging! We’ll be edging all night.”

Jerking his mammoth piece through the jock; I threw my shirt, shorts, socks, and shoes on. My prick was throbbing, particularly with his  pre cum on my socks and now on my bare feet. “A few things: I love you more than anything and we’ll be edging forever.”

There was a sadness in his eyes. 

“Ben, don’t. We will make it work. Why should we wank into each other’s jocks, when we can fuck and suck forever?”

“What happens when I get older?”

“We’ll get a crane to lift my heavy prize or they have little blue pills, don’t they?”

“Asshole.”

My retort was to lower my shorts, bend over and spread my cheeks. “This the asshole you mean; you want?” I pulled them back up and ran from the bedroom. “Darling, that’s what’s known as edging.”

Theodore was such a good, older dog now. He trundled out in the yard; the measuring tape was where it was supposed to be, and suddenly the handcuffs sprang to mind. Locating the bag, Theodore came running, having done his business, and we dashed back to the guest house, frozen but panting at how my warm up was going to occur and pretty sure what the measuring tape was for. 

Ben greeted Theodore, finishing a bit of scotch he had added to our glass. He had put a bowl of water and some food we kept in the guest house kitchen on the floor. I tore off my tee, shorts, socks, and shoes in one fell swoop. He dragged me into the bedroom and closed the door tightly. 

Running towards my love, we landed on the bed, with me on top. Tearing open the bag while straddling him, my face was all smiles. “See, we’ll always be together. Handcuffed, to never be separated.”

He beamed and scooting down, my jock was gone. Drawing a deep breath, my hands moved his off from his hips. Shaking my head, my awe was overwhelming. God, what a beauty. My mouth was watering. “Wow! God, that thing is huge! What it will do to me! You are too stunning!”

“You are too beautiful. Where is your tape measure?”

I laid the cloth down its length, starting by his balls. It was a work of art. Long, straight, a flawless brownish, pink color, with a blue vein. The head was fat and purple. There was a big pearl oozing out. I had to do it. I leaned down and licked it away, my eyes beaming. I looked upward. “Lord, never let this end.” I drew the tape away. “Fucking God. 8.5!”

He pulled me down over him. Mine was pretty long, but my lover’s was longer. He took the tape measure and did his calculations.

Ben snickered. “7.5”. Now get up here and let’s rub our pricks together and then we’ll move on! Do you know how happy I am?”

I was lying on top of him. Mouths, arms intertwined, rods sliding back and forth, swimming in pre. Our gasps echoing in the room.

Cumming was inevitable, but couldn’t happen yet. “Let’s 69!”

Ben snorted. “Who is teaching who?” We broke off and all my dreams came true. Trying to be so careful, my lips locked around his head. 

“I love you more than all our sperm ever and everyone’s ever! Just go as slow as you need,” he advised. With that my throbbing boner slipped into his mouth. Ben pulled back. “You, my love, you are the most perfect one and you will fuck me wild after we dump our first loads.”

My mouth momentarily left my now favorite place. “No fair, we always share, so you’ll do me, too, and I love more than all the times we’ll suck, fuck, and jerk off.”

Ben paddled my ass hard. God he was the best ever. 

If paradise existed it was with the javelin flying in and out of my mouth. Learning my favorite person’s smells, texture, squeezing his hairy balls, trying to take him deeper, all the while pulling on his nips, desperate to please him. Then there was the other end; knowing I was inside that hot suctioning cavity, wanting to make the ultimate deposit in his soul. Suddenly a finger was added to his mouth, then torturing my hole. We were copy cats and when mine slid into that keyhole, I was gone. Pushing in and out, adding another as he was; it was too intense. Screaming my release, pushing him further on my rod; him mimicking. The velvet warmth, then boom, a shower of spunk, like trying to drink from a burst water main. Never had there been such a copious release, I suspected for us both.

His seed in me. The best drink ever. God, was it possible to love him more?

He smacked his lips and kissed me and we shared my jizz and I ran some over his lips. We kept tonguing each other like crazy!

We fell back, but suddenly he hoisted me over his face and that tongue that had just baptized me, with my first torrent down his throat, was up my tush and causing me to sand paper his face with my ass, thrashing in delirium.

“Lean forward and do me,” he panted, pushing my back down. I grabbed his hairy thighs and legs and tucked them around my shoulders, pulling him up to get to his luscious hole.

Holy fuck, if sucking had been tantamount to nothing else, rimming was another realm totally. His funk, sweat, hair, and trying to bury myself inside, my hair swirling around, my tool and balls rubbing his hairy taught abdomen, all the while shoving my ass back onto his vacuuming tongue and lips.

I couldn’t take it anymore. “Breed me, fucking pump another load out of me, my perfect fucker.”

“On your back, legs over your head,” Ben yelped.

He dove between my cheeks again and I kept pushing his head in more, so I was surprised it didn’t come out of my throat.

Then he started using his fingers, sawing in and out. “Daddy boy, the dildo gave me experience, now fuck the life out of me.”

He started slow. The head was painful. Ben kept imploring me to breath and push out. Without warning he clipped my prostrate and I dripped more honey then all the bees in North America. 

“Harder! Again!” Grunting, he pulled my hair and head up and our mouths collided like two taxis, running a red light.

My thought was for it never to end and he kept pounding, my stud hung horse. Then he came and Vesuvius  was a mere puddle, hot and gushing into me. 

My explosion nearly knocked me out. It went everywhere and he lapped it up and fed me.

There was so much energy left, I grabbed the hand cuffs and instead of cuffing his wrists, discovered the cuffs actually fit around each ankle. Pushing his calves up, which I kept licking, we were able to cuff his ankles to the bed posts, creating a wide open “v”.

“I’m okay, Tiger, go to town.” That dick now beyond his navel, his gorgeous hole exposed and those bull balls were all the invitation needed. Using my tongue I narrowed it and kept diving in, ignoring his pleading to ram him. Then, like he, my index finger went in first and I wondered if we would need a locksmith to get it out?When my pole entered him, haste may have taken over; my enthusiasm won out, and jack hammering became my favorite sport. The bed moved and shook more than a Southern church revival. When Ben reached for his engorged and bloated dick, I slapped it away, bending and just running my tongue over it and squeezing his balls.

“Jesus,” he yelled and splattered his chest, chin, and right cheek with a gigantic load. Mine fired up into him and my screams of “I love you” went on and on and we drank his copious, salty, tangy sperm together.

Later as we were snuggling and spooning in his bed, in the main house, with Theodore at the foot, his expression clouded over in the soft bed side lamp.

It was my time to take over. “Listen, Benjamin Carson O’Brien, okay so we can’t get married, but you can’t tell me you regret this. We love each more than anything, right?”

He nodded.

“I’ve got my part time job at the vet, and we know there’s a lab position opening up; I can move some of my things into the guest house to look like I’m living there; pay rent, and if anyone asks we just say we’re staying on here forever and we’re fine and happy. We already are partners, and we do everything together, as always; we’ll just allow a few people in, and not be deceiving, but be as we are: father and son, but we make our world very small; planet Ben and Tim. After I graduate with my Masters, I’ll get a job in Baltimore, somewhere, and I’ll take care of you always, but now we’re lovers, and I am the one who is the luckiest.”

“I realize I can’t live without you, but that’s selfish.”

My reply was to curl into him. “Just try and get rid of me, that would be selfish.”

Ben reached down and stroked my hair and kissed me wildly, causing me to plump up again.

“You tired?” I asked.

His reply was to throw the duvet off, shoo Theodore into the dressing room, and boner leading the way, ravaged me again.