These 8 years felt like they just flew right by. And then an additional 4 years as well when Max went to college.
I didn’t mind it but man, watching Max grow up was one of the things I enjoyed the most throughout these years. Well, when I say growing up I mean by just a couple inches. By the time he hit 21 he only grew up to about 5’7” and his body composition remained lean and slender, but still fit due to his playing in soccer. Guess he got his height from Rebecca. His facial complexion was more like mine and he always carried on my olive green eyes which I was kind of obsessed with. He also took on Rebecca’s blonde blonde hair rather than my jet black hair. People would sometimes have to take a second look at us whenever I’d tell them he was my son.
I’m really glad Daniel allowed us to live at his house, especially in this current economy. I’d totally be fine off living by myself with Max with my pension and physical therapist job but living and working together has made Max’s life so much more sustainable.
It was about 1pm and it was the last week of the spring semester for Max. Daniel was working out of town as a contractor while I worked close by and took care of the house. It was peaceful and quiet while I was in the garage working out my back and biceps. One of my favorite parts to workout because that included doing deadlifts - one of my all time workouts. It always felt like a test of might and raw strength. It felt like a way of seeing where my strength stood at when I was by myself and had no one to observe me.
I did a small warm up of walking and power walking on the treadmill for about 30 minutes to get my heart beat pumping. Because we didn’t have a direct air vent from the A/C unit to the garage, we had to set up a couple standup fans to keep it ventilated and somewhat cool. So just doing the treadmill already had me dripping in sweat after the first 30 minutes.
I grabbed my weightlifting belt and fastened it firmly and just finished setting up the barbell to 300 pounds. Before I started my first set, I heard the front door open with a light bell sound. Daniel installed an indicator whenever someone opens the door just in case.
“I’m home!” Max announced. The sound of his young manly yet still lightly high pitched voice always sent positive shocks through my nerves whenever he came home from classes. “Over here champ,” I said, applying chalk dust to my hands. “Just starting up a workout.”
“Oh sweet! I wanna come and watch!” Max said while kicking off his shoes and dropping his backpack on the kitchen table.
Max came dashing over to the garage door and stopped just to admire me and my physique. I had a XXL red stringer tank top that hugged my upper body just right as my mountainous hairy pecs sprang outward showing my well earned results from the years of maintaining it. My arms were already glistening with sweat as the fluorescent lighting helped show off the contours between my boulder shoulders, biceps, and triceps. I was really proud of basically every muscle part of my body but the legs, my legs, were one to behold. I had on silver short-shorts with only about a 5 inch inseam that looked even shorter due to my height. Max gazed at my quads as they flexed, showing off every defined lining between each skeletal muscle with veins running down the outer sides.
My calves were like drumsticks too as they popped out from the connection between them and my achilles tendon. Although I can’t forget my other asset, pun intended. I was always hit on in public almost everywhere I went; grocery shopping, jogging at the park, or even while in my truck when I’m at Max’s school to pick him up. It’s almost worse when I’m out of the car standing and wearing formal slacks with a belt around my body-fitted polo shirts.
Even before I started bodybuilding, I naturally had a large butt, and after lifting weights and emphasizing a lot on leg workouts, I only amplified my ass cheeks even more. I did enjoy showing off my ginormous mounds but at the same time I tried to stay modest and act normal like I didn’t notice them. Teachers and staff members at his school would always try every possible way to get to have a word or conversation with me if they knew I was going to pick up Max from school. Sadly for them I wasn’t looking. But I was looking for Max, and every time I saw him throughout the crowd it would always give me a sense of joy.
But yeah, to simply put it, I was born with a huge ass, and only made it bigger throughout the years of working out and I never regretted it. These short-shorts unfortunately had to work hard to keep my ass contained because there was barely any space between the cheeks and the fabric. I knew that women liked men with big asses rather than just back and crack.
“Ready to watch just how strong your old man is?” I asked, grinning at Max. He stood there in silence just for a second before smiling and responding, “Hell yeah!” He walked over to a chair and took a seat to watch. “Alright champ, just watch and observe.”
I was excited to show off my strength and muscles to him. I’ve technically been doing this for years but somehow every day Max comes home to watch me working out, it always feels like a new day or it’s his first time. Not a single day was it ever dull to him or me. I took a deep breath, cracking my knuckles and then squatting down, stretching my shorts even more as my ass pushed out, leaving the lining of my firm briefs I was wearing and little to the imagination. I noticed Max leaned a bit to his side to look at my buttocks.
I firmly grasped the barbell and had my shin touching it. “Remember sport, if you ever wanna do deadlifts, make sure the barbell is touching your shin, head forward and back straight, not arched.” He nodded in silence as I grinned. I took in a deep breath and held it as I then lifted the weights in one fell swoop, and lowered myself to the ground as the rubber weight plates hit the floor. Thank goodness for the rubber ones otherwise the noise would’ve been a lot louder. I exhaled and then inhaled again, holding my breath as Max mumbled “Wow…”
I grinned and did 3 more reps, only to pause and take a rest.
“And that’s how it’s done boy,” I said, winking at him and giving him a thumbs up. He started clapping and cheering for me before standing up and coming over to hug my big sweaty body. “Careful buddy I’m covered in sweat,” I said as he tightened his grasp as much as he could. He almost couldn’t even wrap his arms all the way around due to how big I was. “I don’t care,” he said, rubbing his head on my pillowy pecs, and then suddenly I saw him press his nose onto one of my sweaty pecs and take in a big inhale through his nose. First time I’ve seen him actually do this. “I always loved the smell of you whenever you worked out.” He loosened his grasp a bit as he looked up into my eyes with a smile. “I know it sounds weird but… every time I smelled a whiff of you or your clothes it always made me feel… comfortable… not alone, you know?”
Just hearing that almost made me want to strangle him with a hug but I refrained from doing so. It did sound a bit unusual to me to hear how a son admired not just his dad’s muscles but specifically his body scent but it definitely didn’t bother me. “Heh, I get it champ,” I said, ruffling my hand through his dirty blonde shaggy hair. “I didn’t know my BO would do that to you.”
“Yeah I know, sorry it sounds weird but it just somehow really helped me whenever I was having a hard time studying or doing homework. I would sometimes sneak into your room and do my homework on your bed or wear your sergeant jacket.”
“Son, why didn’t you tell me whenever you wore my army jacket? I would love to see a picture of you weaning that. You know I wouldn’t be upset.”
He blushed and glanced to the side, feeling embarrassed. I lightly face palmed myself on the forehead, pulling him back into an embracing hug. “Son, you know you don’t have to sneak into my room.” I grabbed him by the shoulders and looked him down with a smile. “All you had to do was ask. You’re my son, and if anything there’s nothing in my room that I’d be trying to hide from you. If I’m not home and if you’re feeling lonely you can always go into my bedroom if that makes you feel better.”
Max smiled and then attempted another hug and tried to wrap his arms around me but still couldn’t. “Thanks dad! I was just… nervous and shy that you might not like me touching your stuff.”
“Son, if anything I’m upset that you didn’t tell me.” I said with a smile, just trying to reassure him. “I’m your big burly father and it’s my job to take care of you, so if there’s something bothering you then you just let me know, okay?” Max almost teared up a bit before he leaned back onto my pecs and took a big whiff of me again. “Thanks dad, you’re the best!”
“Now go and take a seat while I finish up these sets.”
I went back into a focusing mode and performed my deadlifts again, still amazing Max by my performance. I proceeded to move onto other workouts like lateral pull-downs, stand up rows, pull ups, and bicep curls, going from compound workouts to single targeting workouts. After dropping the dumbbells on the floor, I paused and took a rest, chugging down some water as I saw Max standing and walking towards me from the corner of my eye.
In silence, he started squeezing my biceps and lightly poking my rib muscles to my lats, to my traps, and then my deltoids. I lightly chuckled and allowed him to worship my muscles as I was taking my small rest before I then felt him poke one of my ass cheeks. “Dang dad, how the heck do you do that?” He asked, pointing at my glutes. I laughed quietly with a smirk. “ Lots and lots of leg workouts champ,” I playfully placed my fingers underneath each mound and made them both jiggle like two big cantaloupes. “And especially squats and donkey kicks.”
“Wow…” Max was intrigued and started repeatedly poking one of them as he was amazed by the hardness and the softness at the same time. “Don’t worry Max, you’ll get there eventually.”
“I’m sure I can get fit as you but I don’t think I’ll ever get as big as you, but I’m okay with that. I actually like my leaner body now that I’ve grown to appreciate it more.”
“Good! Self appreciation and love is always a healthy champ. As long as you stay active that’s all that matters!”
Once I was done with my last workout I walked over to Max and placed a hand on his shoulder and said, “Alright sport, how’s about you go relax while I go and shower and change and then we can have some dinner, how’s that sound?”
Max smiled and got up immediately and gave me another hug. “Yes! I’m starving!”
He went over to his room with his door open as I went to mine. I stripped my stringer and my gym shorts as well as my white underwear onto the bed before wrapping a towel around me and heading to the bathroom.
I started a nice warm shower and zoned out for a moment, enjoying the warm water hitting my muscular body and even my tiny little cock enjoyed it as well. I suddenly heard some rummaging going on and wondered if that was Max, but I didn’t bother even if it was him entering my bedroom, what was he gonna do? Destroy it? Of course not.
My mind suddenly started drifting off into a realm of pleasure as I was rubbing my body wash onto my ass cheeks and in between the canyoning crevices between them. I couldn’t help but think about when Max complimented the size of my buttocks. I knew it was big but sometimes I forget just how big it was. The crack was deep, really deep. Almost deep enough to completely consume one of my hands. What’s crazier is that my fingers started to travel closer and closer to my ass hole, and wholly crap did it feel tight. Very tight. I kept rubbing it while my mind roamed a cloudy place, wondering if I was supposed to enjoy this or not, and strangely, I was enjoying it. The pucker didn’t feel small and centered, it almost felt a bit long like an inch long as I kept rubbing it and almost letting out the quietest moan. What was happening? I mean, I just told Max that self body appreciation was healthy for you so wasn’t that what I was doing? But this was something else. It felt like that plus a sense of lust. “Fuck…” I thought, only to snap out of the moment as I moved my hands to clean up the rest of my body.
But the lust hadn't fully left my shoulders yet. I was about to scrub my armpits but before I did I opened my armpits and immediately took a whiff of it. Again, wholly shit. I smelled amazing. Back then I never batted an eye of smelling my own BO but after hearing Max talk about how much he enjoyed the smell of my manly musky scent, I just needed to see what he really meant. It drove me crazy. I smelled a hint of my deodorant from before with the combination of my sweat and the moistened matt of black wavy armpit hair. Before I applied any bodywash, I took two of my fingers and just rubbed them in the hairs of my armpit and then placed it right under my nose. Was I… Was I getting high off of my own body odor? If so this was amazing. I guess after being such a strict and commanding sergeant in the military I never took a moment to recognize and appreciate my own features and assets, other than my muscles of course.
I rubbed my left hand fingers into my right armpit again and rubbed them on the underside of my nose before taking a hard whiff of the smell again. Damn. I was so aroused I almost forgot about my tiny little dick that was hiding in my forest of black pubic hair. I reached down and fondled my nub with my right index finger and thumb and kept repeating Max’s comments about my body scent. Wait, why was I even thinking about my own son while getting off on myself? That was weird, but I couldn’t stop playing his sweet young voice in my head. My little 2 and a half to 3 inch cock was leaking profusely. It may be small but I think my Cowper's glans and prostate were larger than the average man’s as they were in full throttle, keeping my urethra fully lubed for my future ejaculation.
I blew out an exhaling breath as I let go of my dick, just leaving it to suffer while I took another whiff of my armpits before I actually started to grab the sponge and applied some bodywash to clean it, but I made sure not to clean it off too hard. I wanted to keep some of that natural smell combined with the deodorant. Or should I go raw and put no deodorant on? Ideas were running though my head all of a sudden before I heard a tiny squeak of the bathroom door echo. Shit, was it Max? I opened my eyes and looked through the misty glass door and didn’t see anyone at the door. Maybe I was imagining things.
As I finished up the showering, I finally stepped out of the shower and dried myself off with the towel and then stood in front of the mirror, wiping my face and just stared at myself for a moment. Man has these 51 years been a hell of a ride, but look where I’m at. I’ve got a roof over my head, a body I’m so proud of, and a son that I get to spend the rest of my life with. I added some beard oil to my facial hair and then decided to flex as I looked at my now hairy and clean body. I turned to my side to remind myself again how huge my ass was and how much it stuck out in my profile view. I will say one of the down parts of this is that the majority of pants for almost any man wasn’t designed for men with these gargantuan cheeks. Getting any pair of jeans on was a bit of a struggle sometimes, and putting on any kind of undergarment required me to buy one size up usually.
Once again, I started to hear some rummaging going on and assumed it was just Max looking around my bedroom so I didn’t feel bothered or worried. I wrapped the towel around my waist and exited the bathroom and walked over to my bedroom only to see something I didn’t expect.
I quietly walked in as I saw Max lying down sideways on my bed, holding my sweat soaked stringer in his hands up to his face and breathing in the smell while ‘wearing’ my gym shorts. Because of how big I was, the width of the shorts were nearly twice as wide as his waist, but I guess just the thought of wearing it made him happy. I stood at the door and folded my arms, leaning against the door frame with a smirk. “Now what’s my son doing with my sweaty gym clothes?” I asked with a chuckle. Max immediately sat up out of surprise, definitely blushing and stopped sniffing my stringer as he held it in his lap. ‘Uh, uhh…” Max was at a loss of words
“Tank top caught your tongue?” I asked, slowly stepping in towards the bed.
“You look like you just committed a crime champ. Again, don’t worry, I’m not upset.” I took a seat on the edge of the bed with the towel still tied around my waist, gesturing to him to come over and sit next to me. He took my shorts off and crawled over with my stringer in his hands still. I wrapped my right arm over his shoulders and grabbed one of his hands that was holding my tank top.
“You know son, you kinda made me realize I never took a moment to appreciate my own body smell,” I said, gazing into his innocent eyes with a smile. “I took a moment and just took a whiff of myself like my pits and body and you know… I really do smell nice! Never really heard another dude say something like that but hey, here we are.”
Max’s face was beaming with joy when he heard that. I held onto the hand that was still gripping the sweaty fabric and I lifted it to my nose as I gave an audible large sniff. “Man, I do smell nice,” I said, placing it under Max’s nose. “Just a nice manly earthy smell, almost like the smell of the rain outside and wet trees with just the faintest funk, but in a good way.”
“See dad? You just exude manliness just from the smell alone!” He paused for a moment glancing down at the floor like he had something else to say but didn’t know how to say it. “Even the college locker rooms didn’t smell this good.”
“I can see what you mean Max. I mean, you guys are a lot younger than me but I’d say it might just be the locker room’s fault. I doubt it gets thoroughly cleaned by the custodian after hours.”
I rubbed his back a bit and I heard a moan come from him which was nice. It always made me feel good inside knowing Max was happy. But as he wasn’t looking at me, I glanced for a second at his lap and saw something I didn’t expect. A lump. A long, big lump. “What the…?” I thought. “Is that…? No fucking way… It’s… it’s bigger than me! How the hell?!”
Before Max looked back up at me I looked away so he didn’t notice my expression of confusion. I definitely was hoping Max didn’t end up with the small dick curse like I did, but I wasn’t expecting him to be gifted with a literal sausage in his soccer shorts. Wait, why is it so noticeable though? Was Max going commando?
“Dad…” Max spoke up, pausing for a moment, still not looking at me but gazing at the floor like he has something to confess. I turned my head back towards him and focused towards his face with his bulge visible in the background. “Champ? What is it?” I lightly padded his back, trying to focus on the moment and not stare at the bulge.
“Damn it, just say it…” Max mumbled. I already had a big feeling that maybe Max was gonna come out but I wanted him to say it. Daniel gave me some hints that he’s had some signs that he might be gay even before he hit 18 years old. “Dad, I’m… I’m gay. Sigh…” Max was somehow breathing heavily like he’d just ran a marathon. I kept a smile on my face to reassure him that I wasn’t upset. I grabbed his chin and turned his face to face me as our eyes met. It looked like he was tearing up a bit and was blushing at the same time. “Son… I’m proud of you for coming out,” I said, giving him a pecking kiss on the forehead. “Not to burst your bubble but Daniel and I kind of thought you might be but we didn’t say anything ‘cause we both obviously love you and don’t care what your sexuality is. Understand, Max Hugh?” I normally don’t say his first and last name unless I was actually upset about something but I decided to say them just to remind him of what I really meant to what I said.
Max winced a bit and leaned into my chest as he wrapped his lean arms around my big body. I added my left arm to my right to give a firm hug for a few seconds before I pulled each of us apart to look into his eyes. “It’s my job to love you no matter what, understand, soldier?” I said, pointing at him with a grin. He sniffled once and smiled back at me before wiping his tears. “Thanks dad,” he said. “What was that soldier?” Max realized what I meant and then smiled, putting his hand to his forehead as a salute. “Sir, yes sir!”
“Good! That’s my big boy!”
I padded his back and then saw his bulge never went away. Jesus, was that his cock when it was soft? If it was then he really was a big boy alright. My curiosity got the better of me so I brought up the subject of his endowment. “I was gonna say champ, you’ve definitely got a beast down there,” I said, smiling as I pointed at it. “I was gonna mention how all the girls are gonna come running for you but I guess it’s the guys instead.”
He may not have the muscles and body composition like I do but shit did he have a big dick and I suddenly really wanted to know how big it was. Is this really the young man I gave birth to? This beast of a man?
He’s my biological son, but I’m definitely not the one with the big dick. I wish though. “Heh, well, you are my son and I made sure you got the best of the best genes you could ever get.” I knew genes didn’t work that way but I was just trying to keep the moment light hearted. “If you don’t mind me asking champ, do you know how big that beast is?” I asked, scratching my bald head. “Just curious what my big strong son is packing.” Max smiled with excitement and stood up immediately. And grabbed onto the waist band of his soccer shorts. “I actually haven’t measured it yet dad, but I think this’ll be another great bonding moment between us!” I smiled nervously and said, “Of course it is son.” I don’t think I was ready, let alone my puny dick. I don’t think I was ready to feel overpowered or humiliated by his own well endowed son.
Max, without hesitation just expanded the waist band of the shorts and dropped them to the floor and placed his hands to his hips. I nearly gasped and jerked backward a bit out of surprise. Just from first glance, it was thick. It was heavy. It was uncut and light skinned like the rest of his slim and lean body. I nearly lost my breath when I noticed the cojones behind his giant cock. They were almost the size of kiwis compared to my little ping pong ball sized ones. Without measuring it I’d say it was about 6 inches soft and 6 inches in circumference.
“Son… that’s… that’s huge!” I exclaimed, looking him in the eyes trying to not show him any signs of nervousness or jealousy.
Max playfully rotated his hips left and right, causing the sausage to swing and slap against his pelvis. I was still in shock about how big he was just soft. “Let’s get that measuring shall we?” I said, reaching into my night stand drawer and grabbing a tape measure.
I gulped hard as I looked at Max in his innocent eyes and grabbed his cock for the first time. Touching it sent shocks from my fingers up my spine and down to my crotch. Was this tuning me on? “Dang son, it’s also heavy! It still makes me wonder how you walk with this beast all day long!” I said, lifting it to point straight forward. Max giggled as he kept his hands at his waist. “It can be challenging as long as I’m wearing some firm underwear or boxer briefs.”
I undid the rolled up measuring tape and started to lay it out across the center on the top of his cock. “Four… Five… Six… Jesus Christ son, it’s a whopping six and a half inches just soft!” I was flabbergasted and honestly speechless, lifting and lowering his cock in my left hand still shocked at how heavy and warm it felt. “Well, I’m still proud of you son. You may not be all muscular and tall like me but you’ve got a total weapon down here!” I said with encouragement. “Come on dad, let’s see yours! I bet it’s even bigger!”
Again, shit. I didn’t plan this out. What was I gonna do or say when he finally finds out I’ve got the tiniest puniest dick in the world? I don’t know if was ready but it’s like a do or die moment and I can’t leave him hanging, no pun intended. “Of course son,” I said, scratching my head. “Are you sure you’re ready?” I tried stalling the moment just a bit. “Of course dad! I have to admit, I’ve been curious about how big you were when I discovered that mine was big too!” “Fuck…” I thought.
“Alright champ, here goes nothing.” I stand up with the towel still tied tightly around my waist. I grabbed it and untied it, slowly separating the fabric until more and more of my groin was exposed for Max to see. As soon as it all came into view I dropped the towel on the floor and just stood there in silence, looking away and nervous of how Max would react. “Heh… ta-da…” I said, feeling myself breaking and shattering slowly of confidence.
Max’s eyes were wide and in shock. It took him a moment to say anything as he stared at my jet black pubic forest wrapped around my tiny, slightly thick cock. “Whoa…” Was the first thing that came out of Max’s mouth. “Yeah… I… I wasn’t born the same as you champ.” I paused, finally looking back at him. He wasn’t even looking at me, he was purely mesmerized with my puny member. “It’s been my secret all my life. I’ve worked really hard to compensate with all these muscles. I’ve always felt so ashamed but I tried to stay confident that it wasn’t always about my dick.”
Max finally looked back up into my eyes as I was flexing my biceps. “Dad… it’s so tiny.” He said quietly. “Heh, yeah I know.” I scratched my head as I reached down and tried to pull it out a bit. “But don’t be so ashamed dad!” Max paused as he reached forward and was able to fit both my balls and cock all in just one of his hands. Fuck, I didn’t realize how small to scale my jewels were. He made them look even smaller. As for him, I needed both hands to hold all of his beastly jewels. I blushed as he continued to hold onto my junk. It actually kind of felt good. “Thanks son, I… don’t really know what to say, but thanks.”
Glancing over at his dick again, I swear it looked like he started to chub up a bit. Was I making him excited? “So… how big does it get when it’s hard?” He asked. “Ehh, maybe 3 inches?” I rescinded, grabbing the tape measurer and handing it to him. “I’ll give you the honors of measuring my tiny little dick, son.” To my surprise, Max showed a sign of excitement. He grabbed the tape and started to measure mine, having a bit of a hard time trying to get the tape to the base through my thick pubic hair. As soon as the measuring tape reached the end
Max announced, “Wow dad! It’s right at two inches!” Fuck. That’s it? Even after trying to stretch it out?
“Damn… I mumbled, trying not to look too hard at it. “How about the girth?” I asked. He wrapped the tape around the base, almost covering the cock itself with the tape due to how small I was. “It’s four inches dad!” What? I swear it was a good five but I guess not. “Well… are you proud of how tiny your dad is?” I asked, blushing a bit and worried I was gonna get an ear full of humiliation. But shockingly, I didn’t. “I know it's small, dad, but it’s still really nice! It’s attached to you!” That really hit me right in the heart, damn. “You really mean that son?” I asked, unfolding my arms like I’m letting my guard down. “Of course dad! Who else do you think made me? This did!” Max proceeded to fondle and lightly flick the underside of the head, making me feel aroused and shy. “Shit… that… actually feels good son.”
Max giggled a bit as he kept shaking and jerking my cock, probably trying to get me hard so he can measure it erect. “Yeah? Good, ‘cause I like making dad feel good.” Max then squeezed my balls which sent a pleasuring shock through my nerves, plumping my cock some more. He kept squeezing and pulling what he could until he began to feel blood pumping into it, making the dick get harder and harder until it felt like it’s reached its maximum. “I… I think it's hard, Max.” I said, closing my eyes and moaning for a second. “Wow! I can feel it but it looks like it barely grew!” Damn, did he really have to rub it in like that? But ironically, that comment didn’t make my cock wilt. It actually made me get even harder and it looks like he noticed.
“Dang dad! Do you like it when I call your dick small? Tiny? Puny?” My cock pulsed again between his two fingers as a big drop of precum leaked out of the slit. “I… I guess I do son,” I said, leaning my head back. Before Max actually measured it, he suddenly grabbed his soft dick and pulled his foreskin back, then plopped the head of his cock right on top of mine, completely covering it. He was huge compared to me! “Look dad! Just the head of my penis is bigger than yours when it’s erect!” Another profuse amount of precum jutted out of the slit and dropped to the carpet floor. “Shit, I’m… I’m so small…” I said, not stopping Max. “Son, I… I gotta know, just how small am I?” Max became ecstatic when he placed the tape on my hard dick. “It’s just two and half inches dad!” Fuck.
I looked back down from leaning my head back and saw Max enjoying himself as he stood in front of me, jerking my little member. “Shit son, how… How big is yours when it’s hard? I’m… kinda nervous just how big that beast will get.” Max kept his left hand on mine and started jerking his own with his right hand in anticipation. “It does get pretty big dad. It sometimes intimidates me too! But it’s fun to play with it, especially after I learned what masturbating was in health class.” Oh god, I just got a glimpse in my head of Max masturbating his monster cock. “And I know exactly what gets me excited.”
I was curious and saw him take his left hand and then reached to the bed and grabbed not my stringer, but my sweat soaked underwear and placed it right at his nose. I somehow started to blush, now knowing my body scent was one of my son’s biggest turn ons. I slowly backed up a step and sat on the edge of the bed, watching him inhale the smell of my sweaty underwear and move my eyes down to his cock, and the growth was very noticeable compared to mine. My breathing became higher as my son was standing right in front of me, pointing his beastly cock right at me as it got bigger, harder, and heavier. I was mesmerized. How did I create such a beast like this?
“Dad, can… can you grab my dick while I sniff your underwear?” Right after he asked I was snapped out of my hypnosis as I looked at him shoving my underwear to his nose. I immediately complied and took my large hand to grasp the giant cock right in front of me. I may have big hands but his cock was thick enough to where only the tip of my thumb and middle finger just perfectly touched without crossing, and that was a lot for my fingers to have to wrap around. “Almost there dad, I can feel it… Can you?” Oh I can feel it alright. His cock was firm but still slightly soft and knew he could get harder. I started to cup his two ginormous balls into my other hand and a moan came out of Max. Can’t believe this was happening. I just can’t.
After a good 30 seconds of fully pulling the foreskin back and forth, I could feel his cock completely hard now. I gave it one firm squeeze around the middle of his shaft and then saw a huge drop of precum jut out, almost three times bigger than me. “Geez son, looks like you leak out a lot just like me.” I slid my hand back towards me as I caught a second large drop of his precum onto my index and middle finger. I looked at it for a second and then at Max, only to then instinctively place those fingers into my mouth, tasting and savoring some of my son’s manhood. It… It was amazingly nutty and sweet. I suddenly wanted more but I had to measure his monster cock first. “Alright son, time to measure this beast,” I said, placing his cock onto my right knee and thigh as it perfectly laid straight, slightly curved down and pointing right at me. I could feel just how heavy and warm it was.
I placed the measuring tape on the base of his cock and slowly laid it out to the head, inch after inch. “Six…” I took a big gulp when I reached just six and I was just about half way through. “... Seven… Eight… Nine… Fuck! Ten…” I look into Max’s eyes with utter shock and amazement. “It’s just over ten inches champ. It’s ten and a freaking half inches!” I nearly lost my breath after saying that. Talk about a literal weapon! “I hope you’re proud of it, son.” I said, gripping his shaft and started stroking it, not realizing how erotic it was at the moment. I merely gripped it to show Max how impressive his cock really was. “I am, dad!” Max was thrilled to know just how big he was and at the same time couldn’t hold back a moan as he enjoyed the feel of me firmly gripping his rock hard rod and jerking it. “Now don’t forget the girth too dad!”
Shit, I almost forgot actually. I was so mesmerized from the length alone and now I felt like I was gonna get pounded just knowing how thick this beast is.
I took the tape and started wrapping around the middle of his rock hard cock, taking another big gulp. Not entirely sure why I was nervous but just knowing how much bigger my son’s cock was felt intimidating. “Fuck, son… It's just over seven and a half inches around!” I immediately took the tape and wrapped it around the lower edge of the head and my eyes went wide. “And the head is right at eight inches!”
Somehow I couldn’t hold myself back and just had the sudden urge to go farther. This inner fatherhood in me just kept saying to me that I needed to take care of this beast and my son. I couldn’t just leave this subject or conversation hanging without a happy ending for Max. I got down on the carpet on my knees and looked into Max’s eyes. He looked a bit confused, not sure what I was about to do. I stayed silent because I wanted this to be a surprise for him. I didn’t realize how tall I was compared to him and trying to give him head on my knees is gonna require some bending down and making Max have to angle himself oddly, so I just grabbed him by the waist with both of my hands and lifted him with little effort and plopped him on the edge of the bed, watching his huge cock bouncing as he was placed there. “Dad, what are you…?”
“Don’t worry about it, champ,” I said, leaning forward and taking a whiff of the head and down the shaft of his cock, only getting more and more excited from just the smell. I forgot he had soccer today with his friends after class and it smells like he didn’t even shower yet. Just how I liked it. “I need to take care of this beast I created before you go walking off.”
Max lightly gasped but didn’t oppose the moment. He grabbed the base of his cock and aimed it right at my mouth. “Dad, I’ve… I’ve never gotten a blow job before. The most I’ve ever done was jerk off with some friends after class but… are you really gonna…?” I remained on my knees and grabbed the middle of his shaft, playfully tapping the huge head on my upper lip, leaving traces of his precum on my moustache. “As your father I’ve gotta take good care of you no matter what, remember?” I smiled and leaned just a little forward to place the underside of his cock’s head onto my tongue and started rubbing it playfully. Max threw his head back with a silent gasp.
“Max,” I said, pulling back for a moment. And bending my upper body a bit forward until I was on all four, my hands and knees. “Stand up, soldier,” I commanded. Max’s eyes popped open as he immediately stood up and realized what I was doing. It made his cock jump again. As I grabbed the beast with one hand and started tapping it on my tongue again, Max let out an audible moan. “Listen, son. I don’t know what’s gotten over us but I feel like right now I need you to show your old man how much of a big strong man you’ve become, understood?” Max nodded his head. “I don’t hear you, soldier!” Max’s eyes then focused and almost slapped my cheeks with his huge cock. “Sir, yes sir!” “That’s what I’m talking about!”
Without a word I opened my mouth and gestured to Max to just put it right in. For just a second, he hesitated as he’d just realized he was gonna face fuck his own father, but something deeper started to emerge, and confidence and determination started to show. I was ecstatic. He grabbed the beast by the three fourths the way down and just shoved it into my mouth til it hit the back of my throat. I immediately gagged but somehow not hard enough that caused me to let out a hard cough. Fuck, was I born to be a bottom? First I end up discovering the pleasure with my ass and then now I’m acting like I’m just some cum dump? It only excited me more the more I thought about it, and I’m kind of grateful the first person I got to test my discovered sexual desires was with Max and not some random stranger.
Max continued to thrust his hips, trying to get into the rhythm as I moved my body and head back and forth, feeling his cock hitting my throat after every thrust. I almost forgot I stopped gagging after the first hit, only to then attempt to take in a deep breath so that I could take in more of his huge cock. “Fuck, dad! This is amazing!” Max bent his head back with a moan and then looked back down at me, feeling the lust take the better of us both. I can tell he was getting really turned on on how firm the head of his cock felt in my mouth as well as the amount of precum he kept oozing into my mouth. It was driving me nuts on how good it tasted. “Yeah, champ, keep it coming, show me who the man of the house is!”
A few more minutes have gone by of nothing but getting face fucked by my son, and I now have no regrets. What was crazier is that I felt a tingle in the rear end of me and reached back just to touch it, and wholly shit did it send a jolt up my spine. My hole kept winking and it felt like it was missing something, but what? Max noticed me fiddling with my ass hole and that gave him an idea. Out of surprise, Max increased the pace and all of a sudden slammed his cock and it somehow seamlessly slid right down my throat without a gag. I was absolutely shocked at how rough he did that and only wanted him to keep on doing it.
It was only a little disappointing though when I felt him pulling his beast all the way out and not shoving it back in, but then out of my view, I felt Max’s hand grab the back of my head and pushed it down to the carpet. “Bend down, dad. Bring your ass up… soldier.” Fuck. The way he said it sounded so powerful, I didn’t even question it and obliged. My ginormous ass cheeks shot up with my crack and hole on display. But because of how large and profound the cheeks are, I’d have to split the cheeks open. “Man I’ve always wanted to do this to you, dad,” Max said, walking around me and then dropping to his knees. Shit, was my son about to do what I think he’s about to do? I didn’t resist one bit, but I did play innocent just to make him feel even more empowered. “Son, what are you…? Are you…?”
“Dad… your ass is huge!” Max exclaimed, making me blush a bit. Well, at least something on my body is big and endowed. “It’s… just one of your cheeks is bigger than my head!” For a second I started to feel empowered by that complement, but I wanted Max to stay in command. “Yeah son? And what do you wanna do to my big fat ass, huh? Ya gonna show your dad who’s the real man?” God I felt so dirty and for some reason, but I’ve never felt this sexually excited since I first had sex with Rebecca, and this is a thousand times more arousing!
“You know it, dad,” he said, getting closer and closer to the deep canyon of my ass. “I… I gotta know dad… I gotta know how it smells and tastes back here…” I suddenly felt Max nuzzling his nose and face into the crevice of the huge glutes and only got more and more excited, my hole still winking for attention. I felt him take in a big whiff and exhaled like he was in complete bliss. “Damn, dad… it’s just so… manly down here. So musky… I gotta taste it!” And without a warning, he grabbed both mounds and spread them apart, exposing my big and tight hole, making his cock ooze another large drop of precum in response from the sight, and forming a large wet spot on the carpet. He then released his long tongue and began to invade my tight ring, swirling his tongue around the outside and then finally sliding his tongue up and down along the entire hole. I uncontrollably released a loud moan as I tried pushing my ass back towards his face. “Ugh… Max…”
Again, I was born as a muscular six foot, eight inch man, probably a descendent from the vikings that looked like he could bend a car in half, but here I am, putting myself into full submission to my own son, and I have no regrets whatsoever. At one point I’m upset I didn’t discover this before Rebecca, but at the same time, if I hadn’t met her, I wouldn’t have Max, and in retrospect I probably would feel destroyed and miserable if I didn’t have a strong and hung son like Max.
“Max, I’ve… I’ve never done this before, but…” I felt my eyes rolling back as his tongue kept licking the hole and even started poking it like he was trying to fuck me with his tongue. God did I feel like I was in cloud nine. “Yeah dad? Aren’t you glad we got to spend this awesome dad and son bonding time?” He said, smirking, only to then give one of my cheeks a firm slap. It stung but it felt so good right after. “Fuck… yeah son, keep… keep doing that. Make my hole all wet and loose just for you!”
Max continued to go to town and work his tongue around my hole as I felt him creeping in deeper and deeper into my man-pussy only to feel the muscles of it giving in and finally loosening itself to give Max more access. “Fuck, dad, I… I gotta know… I gotta know just how tight your hole is.” Max got up and opened my night stand drawer and rummaged through it only to find a bottle of lube I kept hidden in there for a while.
“Damn… Are you about to try and stick your finger up my ass, son?” I asked, huffing in both nervousness and excitement. “You bet dad,” he said, squeezing some lube onto not just one, but two fingers. “Everything about you is so manly and so big. Well, except for your puny little dick. I wanna feel just how hungry your pussy is!” Damn, did my son really just call my ass hole a pussy? That just sent shivers down my spine, making me feel even more degraded than ever. “Well, it’s yours now, son.” I simply submitted to him as I then used my hands to spread my cheeks apart so Max didn’t have to use any of his hands.
And without any mercy, Max quickly and actually seamlessly started sliding just the two fingers in my hole, making me wince at first but then moan right after. My tight hole has never felt this good in over 20 years and I’m so grateful I managed to discover this. But somehow two fingers didn’t feel like it was enough. I needed more!
“Ugh, son… please… put… put another finger in there please… My hole feels like it wants to get stretched even more!” Max was mildly surprised but didn’t question it as he smirked and easily slid his middle finger up my ass. “Damn dad, it’s so tight and hot in there! It’s like it’s begging to get stretched some more!” Suddenly I felt Max squeezing in his ring finger, making it four fingers now, making me moan from the feel of my hole getting stretched. I’ve somehow never felt so damn alive like this in my life! “Fuck, son… you’re almost there… just one…. More…!” I shot my head up as I felt the cool sensation of lube being added to both my hole and Max’s thumb, and without a word, I felt Max pushing his entire right hand into my man-pussy, stretching my guts while he was smiling the entire time.
“Wow! I wish you could see this dad! I can fit my whole hand in your ass! It’s so hot!” I didn’t say a word. Max paused for a second, just slightly concerned that he might’ve accidentally caused any pain, but when he moved his head around to the side of me, he could see me wincing and biting my teeth so hard. He heard the sound of something hitting the floor and it finally dawned on him that he just made me cum without even touching my cock. “Dang, dad! Did I really just make you cum from shoving my fist up your butt?”
I let out a quiet whine and moan, trying to hold back as I felt my little cock shooting a jet of cum straight onto the carpet, about five to six ropes of thick white pure cum.
When I finally lost the ability to hold my voice back, I unleashed a very loud and deep moan as my pussy started to wink, squeezing my son’s wrist really hard, almost trying to pull it in deeper.
Out of surprise, Max started to rotate his hand and shoved it in deeper by just an inch, and pulled it back an inch, thrusting his hand in and out. I was in pure heaven. I didn’t want him to stop. Although I knew at some point he was going to shove that giant beast of a cock of his into my ass very soon probably, and I didn’t know if I was ready for it. I mean, hell, his cock was thicker than his own wrist! How is that possible?!
All of a sudden I felt Max pulling his fist out of my ass, making me wince again from the feel of my now lightly swollen hole all empty and not stretched out anymore. “Son, what are you…?” I saw Max grin as he stood with his chest puffed up and his hands to his waist. “On your knees, soldier!” He said with his adorable voice. Though out of pure instinct, I fumbled from my dog position and stood on my knees and my arms straight to my sides, looking straight forward. “I need you to take this lube and cover my whole cock with it!”
Without any questioning I immediately responded with, “Sir, yes sir!”
I grabbed the lube bottle and squeezed it down the top of his shaft. Fuck did it require a lot of lube to cover this beast. It was just so dang big! “That’s right, soldier! Make sure you get the whole thing!” My heart was pounding. My inner instinct was having visions of myself back in boot camp all over again, except with my son this time and he was the one in command.
I didn’t hold back, I lathered that shit all over his giant cock as I felt it pulsing with excitement from the sensation of the cool lube and the friction of my hand. As soon as Max felt like he had enough lube around his entire cock, he said, “ Now on the bed and on your back, soldier!” Again, no words but pure obedience as I sat and laid back. “And raise those thick legs, soldier!” I complied, grabbing my muscular hamstrings and pulling my big legs as far back as I could, almost in a full-nelson when my knees reached my ribs, leaving my innocent virgin man-pussy in full display for Max. “Damn…” He muttered, losing his dominant commanding composure just for a second as he was so mesmerized from both my huge glutes and that wide yet tight pucker.
Max regained his composure and had his eyebrows slightly furrowed like he was trying to look assertive. As hot as it was, it was also super adorable at the same time. “Listen here soldier,” He said, grabbing his rod and slapping the hard swollen head of it onto my puckering hole. “I’m about to put this whole beast up your big beautiful ass, and I better not hear any complaints, got it?” I almost released an eye tear of admiration towards my son but I held back and tried to keep my own composure. “Sir, yes sir!” I said firmly and loudly. I wanted to make him feel even more empowered, so I then said, “Commander, if I may,”
Max paused just for a second and said, “What is it soldier?” I bit my lip and tried to look as innocent and inferior to him as possible. “Will that whole weapon actually fit, sir? What if it doesn’t?” I stared into his eyes and didn’t even blink. Max jumped on the bed and sat right above my sternum and literally whacked my face with his huge hard cock. As much as it did hurt a bit, that was so fucking hot. I just got slapped in the face by my own son’s dick. I never would’ve thought that would happen to me in my 51 years of living.
“What kind of question is that, soldier?” He asked, dropping the underside of his cock right over his nose. I took a whiff of it and got another high from the natural smell of his cock and the lube mixed together. My puny little dick was already hard again. Damn was I horny. “It doesn’t matter if this weapon might or might not fit in your ass; I’m gonna make it fit one way or another!” I took a big gulp of air and felt my cock twitch from that response. “Am I clear?” He asked, rubbing the underside of his head as it leaked a copious amount of precum onto the bridge of my nose, sliding down my face as I struggled to reach and lick it with my tongue. “Sir, yes sir!” I shouted.
I watched him get back up and positioned himself standing with his hot monster of a cock and placed the shining wet head right at my hole. “No turning back now soldier,” he said, lightly pushing the head and rubbing it on the pucker. “Now I’m gonna turn into a real man, dad!”
My eyes popped wide open as I heard him say it. He smirked and then started to apply pressure against my man-pussy, and not surprisingly, my ass immediately gave in and stretched wide open to fit the huge wide head of his cock. This time it actually did hurt for a moment, but I did what he commanded me to do, and that was no turning back. It didn’t matter if it hurt or if it hit the wall, it was going to go in as deep as it can until he would be balls deep.
“Oh fuck…!” I muttered, bending my head back in ecstasy and arching my back as well. As soon as the whole head was in I gasped for air, kind of relieved knowing that was the widest part of his cock. But I still had to handle his length! And by the gods was I feeling it. He just kept sliding it in nonstop but slowly and when his cock was half way in I started to cry. “W-wait, wait, son, wait…!” Somehow the head of his cock reached that one itch - the weak spot, the g-spot, whatever you’d want to call it, and it sent a shock towards my nipples, around my ribs, and up to my brain and back down towards my itty bitty cock, causing me to cum again.
I shot what looked like a small geyser of man seed now flying and landing all over my hairy abs and chest. This was it. Max discovered my weakest spot and I didn’t want him to stop. “Dad…” Max was also panting a bit, trying to catch his breath as he paused from shoving his giant cock all the way in. “You really are a bottom dad. And this is the best day of my life! Is this your first time dad?”
I felt a mixture of emotions rushing through me from aroused, shy, embarrassed, excited and probably more. I took one of my forearms and covered my eyes, trying to wipe my tears away as I nodded. “Y-yeah… it is, son…” I said, sniffling. “This the first time I’ve ever been fucked.” The cute innocent joy returned to Max’s assertive face as he smiled, kissing one of my calves. “This really is the best day of my life! I can’t believe I just took my own dad’s virginity away!” I blushed, looking to the side and then back into Max’s eyes. “Hmph… I’m glad you’re happy son. I just want you to be happy…”
Max started to push in deeper again, feeling like he was pushing the air right out of me. His cock was just so damn big but I didn’t care. It made my ass hole feel so filled and so complete. I had no words when I felt his pelvis hit my ass cheeks, finally having his monstrous cock inside me all the way to the hilt. He started making short thrusts, trying to tease me. “You’re the best father I could ever have, dad,” he said, smiling while pushing his cock all the way in again and grinding his pelvis against my ass. “I just want you to be happy too!”
Damn it all. Why’d he have to be like that? I couldn’t help but to cover my eyes again with my forearm as a tear trickled down my face, feeling a mixture of both emotion and arousal. “Th-thanks son… you’re definitely doing a great job at it.” I sniffled just a moment and wiped the tears off my eyes before finally having some of my own power as a father returning to me. With my eyebrows furrowed a bit and grinning, I firmly gripped my legs and pulled them all the way back in an actual full-nelson, almost giving Max more space to shove his cock into my man-pussy.
“Now claim me son,” I said, reaching over with one hand while keeping my legs up, trying to touch and feel the contact between my stretched hole and Max’s huge cock. It was fucking hot. “Claim me… fill this man-pussy with your man seed and mark me yours… the big bottom daddy I was meant to be…” Max squinted his eyes, seeming that he really got a high off of what I said as he bent his back, speeding the thrusting in my tight ass and stretching my insides to fit his monstrous cock. “Dad, I… I… I can’t hold it any longer… I think I’m gonna explode!”
“Then do it, son! Show your father how much of a bigger man you are!”
After a few more seconds of hard and fast pounding, Max finally rammed his whole rod into me so hard, feeling his heavy kiwi sized balls slapping my ass as he released a loud roar in the room. “Fuck! I’m cumming dad!”
I kept quiet, just staring and observing Max on how he looked and behaved while having an orgasm, but I got a little side tracked when I felt the first pump from his beast. That first shot of cum was enormous, and it wasn’t just a quick squirt, it felt like a literal hose shooting almost an entire cup of his fiery hot cum into my guts. Then the second shot came and it didn’t even feel like it shrunk. I felt the hot cum shooting so hard I could feel it traveling up my guts to my upper abdomen. The cum kept coming and without even me saying anything, I came a third time because this moment sent me so high in the clouds. What was so humiliating though is that my third cumshot wasn’t even remotely as big as Max’s first shot. Just a small thinner rope of cum that stretched from my pubes and vertically across my hairy abs.
I was beginning to worry that I wasn’t going to be able to hold in all his cum because I managed to count up to ten shots and none of them were small. His balls must have been so pent up that he had an entire gallon of cum stored just for me. I’d lost count, and my whole large intestine began to feel like it wasn’t at its max. I placed a hand of mine onto my stomach and I could feel my whole stomach bulging a bit, feeling so bloated from being filled with Max’s cum. “Fuck, son, you cum so damn much! Are you actually done cumming yet?” I asked as I felt some of his cum leaking out of my ass.
“I… I think so dad… Damn. I knew I cum a lot but that was the hottest orgasm I’d ever felt… I’ve never cum that hard in my life!” I tried reaching over to touch Max’s lean abs, feeling desperate at the moment of just wanting to touch him. “You certainly did champ. And I don’t think my body could hold anymore. Fuck I feel so full…” I kept rubbing my bulging stomach out of amazement and disbelief. When Max was in his after glow, he opened his eyes and looked down at me, finally noticing how my stomach got a bit bigger and rounder. “Damn, dad… I really filled you up didn’t I?” He asked, chuckling as he grabbed onto my legs for support. “You sure did champ, you sure did.”
Eventually Max started to pull out slowly, and I could feel the cum trying to rush out of my ass the further he pulled out. I’m still in shock that I was able to take in all of that ten and half inches of pure man meat up my ass on a first try. I wanted him to stay inside of me but at some point he had to pull out. I’m sure his legs were about to give in from all that fucking.
Out of anticipation, I scooted forward just a bit to where my ass was hanging off the ledge of the bed, and when Max finally had the head pop out of my tight hole, a fountain of thick white cum came oozing out of my gaping hole and onto the carpet, making a small white puddle. I didn’t care. We were gonna get it cleaned up at some point.
“Dang, what a view dad.” He said, reaching in his shorts and grabbing his phone to take a quick picture of my gaping man-pussy with his cum just oozing out in a constant flow. I tried so hard to close it but it felt impossible. I wish I had a butt plug right now. “Perfect… A picture to remember!” Max went to his gallery and showed me two pictures: One with a closer view of my fucked ass hole with cum oozing out of it, and another of a zoomed out picture of my whole body and my legs held up. A perfect picture to attract any top to come and fuck me. “Fuck…” I mumbled, finally lowering my legs that finally helped close in the hole and my huge cheeks, reducing the cum from escaping, for the most part.
Max took two fingers and went inside my butt crack, rubbing the swollen hole and scooped out some of his cum and crawled over as he placed it on my mouth. “Wanna taste dad?” He didn’t need to ask. I instantly opened my mouth and he then rubbed the finger tips on my tongue, smearing all the cum onto it. God did it feel and taste rich and creamy. Lightly salty and earthy yet still tasted… young… energizing. I was hypnotized. I could only imagine what it would taste like if he came right into my mouth. “How’s it taste dad?”
“Fucking perfect , son…. Just perfect. Tastes just like you…”
I started to feel exhausted and I’m sure Max did too. I finally felt my fatherly role coming back to me as I took control for a moment. I grabbed him by the waist and made him fall, now laying in front of me on the bed as I spooned him. I held onto him as I rotated ourselves so we were properly laying on the pillows of the bed so that if we did pass out we weren’t laying awkwardly or uncomfortably at a weird angle on the bed. “You did great, son,” I said quietly into his ear. “ never would’ve thought I’d get fucked by someone as strong as you big boy…”
I had his head laying right front of my neck as I breathed onto the top of his head, taking in the smell of his hair and yesterday’s shampoo. “Thanks dad… I… I have to confess though,” He paused as he reached and intertwined the fingers of his left hand with mine. “I actually had fantasies of doing something like this with you… I just never thought they’d actually come true.”
I shouldn’t have been surprised. I’ve never seen him go commando before and I feel like he did that today for other reasons. “Is that why you weren’t wearing any underwear today, sport?” I asked, taking my left hand and rubbing his cheeks and chin. “Were you trying to be slick and see if I’d make a move on you if I saw that big beast that’s been hiding in your pants? I might have discovered that I’m a total bottom slut but you still can’t outsmart me.” I grinned and kept touching his lower face, admiring the current and intimate body contact we were having, embracing the feeling of him right next to me felt so good. The after-glow made me feel like my entire body was exuding heat like I was one giant heating pad.
“Yeah, I guess ya got me dad.” He said, chuckling. “You’re not… upset now that you know, are you?” How could I? He was my prized possession and sure I was kind of bothered he didn’t bring it up to me before like in a discussion rather than just jumping straight to the hot sexy part but how often does a son ever bring up the conversation that they have a crush and sexual fantasies about their own father?
“Of course not, son.” I said, pulling him in closer to me, tightening our embrace for a second. “I mean, this is definitely beyond normal and people probably find this taboo… So how about you just keep this between us okay? It’s the only request I have, and other than that,” I paused and moved my lips closer to his ear. “... You can fuck the living brains out of me all you want… Just make sure you show your old man that you’re in charge, got it?” I spoke quietly and sensually into his ear, breathing heavily right behind it.
I could tell from Max’s breathing that it was beginning to slow down. He was definitely getting sleepy after his intense post-nut clarity. “Of course dad. I don’t know if I could share my personal cum dump.” I chuckled and then gave a seductive kiss on the back of his neck, giving it a little lick. He let out a moan that he just couldn’t hold back. “We’re both pretty tired, boy. Let’s take a nap.” Max nodded and mumbled, “Yeah, I need that… thanks dad.”
And he fell into a deep sleep. I was still awake but I could easily go to sleep. But before I passed out, I needed to take a moment and reflect on what the hell just happened.
I looked up and saw the mannequin I had standing next to my nightstand, glancing at my Command Sergeant Major insignia and couldn’t help but reminisce about those years of being in the Army. I was strict, I had hundreds of men stand before me under my command. I barked orders and possibly life changing decisions for both myself and others. I held so much power at the tip of my fingers… but after retiring from that… after letting that go… I couldn’t tell if I’d become an entirely different person. I was such a large man both physically and mentally at such a high ranking but here I was… at the mercy of my own shorter yet hung like a horse son. It’s like I just transferred all my power to him. I think it’s because I was always in command, my mind and body suddenly wanted to know what it felt like to be beneath someone again. And what better person was there to do that with than my son Max.
This time I really did feel like a strong man, a soldier, a sergeant, a strong dad, and I knew it.
I had no regrets.
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