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A Day in the Woods

The evening after the picnic was a time of comfortable contentment and honest conversation for both Dad and I. We had taken our time riding home and he was delighted that I was no longer afraid of the animal I rode. If I’m honest by the time we got home I was thinking of myself as quite a proficient horseman. Then I spoilt the illusion by making a complete hash of dismounting and ended up flat on my back. Once he had established I was unhurt and that it was just my pride that had been  injured, Dad found the episode highly amusing and proceeded to take the piss out of me for the rest of the afternoon. Not being used to riding my thighs and buttocks were aching and a little sore and I was looking forward to the hot-tub I had been promised so that I could relax and nurse them a little. Before that however I was given a lesson in equine husbandry and help Dad stable our mounts and rub them down, finishing with a light feed and fresh water. I felt an incredible satisfaction when I could stand back and watch the two horses contentedly munching their dinner. Dad stepped behind me and circled me with his arms.

‘You did a good job there son, I think you deserve a reward.’ I was beginning to not just like being held by Andy, my new dad, but to love it. Being in his strong embrace gave me a sense of belonging, of being able to relax and be myself not the over confident class clown I had learned to be as a child to keep myself safe from bullies. My success in retail management came as much from my need to impress and prove myself to others as much as any innate ability I possessed to do the job well. I worked hard to be liked but had few friends and even fewer people I trusted. I folded my arms over Dad’s and leaned my head back onto his shoulder.

‘I know it sounds soppy but being here like this is more reward than I could wish for. You have no idea what it means.’ I had those bloody tears pricking at my eyes again. ‘God, I wish I didn’t keep tearing up every time you’re nice to me. I feel so damn stupid and pathetic.’

‘Have you ever spoken to anyone about what it is that’s hurting you Phil? Sometimes sharing helps to heal.’ Mental health was not a subject people discussed back then. Depression was something young mums sometimes suffered from after giving birth. Childhood trauma of any type was not on anyone’s agenda, unlike today we were not usually encouraged to talk about the shit that made us who we were. You were expected to put it all in a metaphorical box, nail the lid shut and file it away in the darkest recesses of your mind. I was a past master at that. No one saw my pain until I let my guard down with Andy and that evening I started a journey to come to terms with the little boy who had been abused in just about every way possible by people who were supposed to love and protect him, that was to take over thirty years to complete. My new pseudo-parent was there to guide and support me through it all and he started the process in a gentle and loving way as we sat together in the hot-tub using the intimacy and trust he demanded from me as a partner in sex to reinforce the bond we were developing as parent and child. The only experience I have of an older man taking a younger one under his wing and becoming both his lover and protector is with Andy. Sex with him was never predictable sometimes being hard and authoritarian and at others being gentle and loving. I realised that evening that I was starting to feel something for him but thanks to my previous conditioning it took many months for me to recognise those feelings as love. The hour we spent in the hot-tub was typical of how he managed my emotions, teasing a little of the hurt and pain of my past out of me but knowing when to stop the flow and take me away from the place I was remembering by using our sexual need for each other as a way to distract me and show me I was worth so much more than I had ever thought.

He took my hand and walked me from the stables to the house and into the room next to the shower we had used to such satisfying effect the day before. The hot-tub could easily seat eight people and there would come a time when it would, but for now there was just the two of us. I sat on the lower step between Dad’s legs, my arms draped over his thighs. I could feel his half hard cock bouncing around in the water behind me as it rubbed against my back. He massaged my shoulders and neck and we sat in companionable silence for fifteen to twenty minutes.

‘Do you want to talk tonight or would you rather leave it?’ I thought about his earlier advise, took a deep breath and started to tell him about my past. I described how as a child I had never been good enough for my real dad. That no matter how hard I tried or how successful others thought my efforts he had always found fault and where possible a reason to lay into me. Usually he would hit me with his hand or fist, on a really good day he would take his belt to me leaving me a piss covered wreck shivering in the corner. Dad …….. Andy, held me tight as I talked more freely, telling him things I had never relayed to anyone before. The broken nose that we told the hospital I had received when falling off my bike. The letters excusing me from PE and later football and athletics practice so that no one would see the welts and bruises covering the back of my legs, my bum and my back when I was in the changing room. When I started to show signs of distress Dad intervened ‘I’ll have to remember not to hit you with a belt or play too hard with you won’t I? Can’t have you missing aerobics and losing this fit little body of yours.’ He accompanied his gentle joke with a kiss to the top of my head. ‘Do you want to get out of here now and I’ll take you to dinner? I promised you a reward for the way you handled yourself with the horses and the pub in the village cooks an excellent steak.’

I stood up and turned to face him. My cock was level with his face and before I could move he had it in his mouth and I was starting to get hard. His hand reached between my legs and found my fuck button, a finger slipping in easily thanks to lubrication from the water. I automatically took his head in my hands and started to fuck my now rigid member in and out of his mouth. He sucked me hard and expertly, pushing another finger into my accommodating cunt and finding my prostate. My balls churned as soon as I felt the extra stimulation in my arse and I quickened my thrusts. ‘I’m gonna cum Dad. ………… I’m gonna……………’ My seed filled his mouth as I shot rope after rope. All the tension I had developed during the time I had been speaking about my past left me as my cum shot down my new Dad’s throat. He pulled me down for a kiss and I could taste myself on his tender lips. ‘Thanks’ Dad. I didn’t realise how much I needed that.’

‘Any time son. And please don’t ever thank me for doing something like that for you. It’s a pleasure and I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t want to.’ He playfully smacked my bum, ‘come on, let’s go eat.’  

He again provided me with clean clothes. It transpired that he had a supply of John’s clothes as he had a room in the house and often stayed over. We wore roughly the same sizes even though he was a little shorter than me. His extra muscle meant he had to buy jeans and shirts that were bigger. And he had great taste in underwear. That night I wore a pair of Calvin’s that felt and looked like another skin, under a tight pair of Levi’s and a plain white t-shirt that fitted like a glove. Again, Dad had me dressed to kill and to be noticed. I made the point before we left.

‘Of course I want people to notice you. I want every gay man who sees us to know what a lucky Dad I am to have a son as sexy as you. And I want every straight woman to cream her knickers when you walk in a room and their straight partners to wish they were half as fuckable as you are. Above all son,’ he took me in his arms, ‘I want you to know that you are gorgeous and the envy of every fucker we see tonight.’ He kissed me passionately rubbing my dick to erection. I hung on to him and heard myself moaning and groaning with pleasure. ‘That’s enough for now. We will pick this up when we get back.’

As it was such a warm evening and there was no sign of rain we walked the half mile into the village, which consisted of a dozen or so expensive looking houses, an old Norman church and the pub. All were placed picture box like around the ubiquitous village green complete with ancient oak and duck pond. It was idyllic and being slightly off the beaten track was quiet and pristine. It was not the sort of place one threw ones cigarette ends out of the car window!

The pub was busy with the car park spilling out on to the road. People obviously travelled to eat here, and from the delicious aroma that assailed my nostrils when we walked through the door it was easy to see why. It was beautifully and expensively furnished and someone had gone to a great deal of trouble to make sure the lighting was perfect. Not so dark that you couldn’t see what you were eating or where you were walking but subdued enough to ensure privacy at each table. The bar area was brighter with a small stage area at one end where a mini-grand piano was being played by a middle aged man singing jazz standards from the great American songbook. He was good too. All in all the ambience throughout the whole pub was relaxed chic, and Dad and I fitted right in.

He was right about everyone looking at me as we entered and made our way to the bar. Dad knew a few of the people we passed and made a point of stopping to talk with each of them. I was introduced as his partner to some and his son to others. I could see that the confusion it caused was deliberate and that he was enjoying it. He had a wicked twinkle in his eyes and would smile cheekily at me just before he blatantly ran his hand down my back or across my bum. It was turning me on and I was conscious of the very noticeable bulge and clear outline of my equipment at the front of my jeans. As we waited at the bar to be served Dad put his arm round my waist and leaned in close, his mouth almost touching my ear. ‘Every eye in the bar has looked at you and your tight ass. There isn’t a single person in here who would say no to you right now.’ His hand moved to cup my ass and he openly squeezed it. ‘You look so fucking hot Phil. I am really looking forward to getting you home and in my bed tonight.’ His lips brushed my ear. ‘Your cunt is mine son and I am so going to use it.’

I was trembling with excitement and didn’t care what people thought of me or that some would be offended by the outrageous way my new Dad was preening as he showed the world I belonged to him. I was so turned on by his behaviour that I was pretty much unaware of anyone but him. He ordered a bottle of wine for us and asked that it be brought, chilled, to our table. He then walked me from the bar to the restaurant again ensuring that the maximum number of patrons possible got a good look at me. This time I was confident enough to make eye contact with a few of the more attractive men even being so bold as to smile at a couple of the cuter ones. We stopped at several tables as Dad said hello to people he knew and once he positioned me so that an anonymous hand could feel me up.  ‘I could sell you for a night to that randy old bugger for a fucking fortune.’ He pulled my chair out for me. ‘What do you say? Would you like to be a paid whore? An upmarket rent boy. What do you think son?’

I was flattered, ‘I think I should come home with my Dad and let him fuck the shit out of me after I’ve taken his first load in my rent boy mouth.’ I pulled his hand to my lips and kissed it. He smiled down at me then caressed my face, tracing his finger along my jaw line. I shuddered as I broke out in goose bumps. All the time our eyes were locked. The longing and the sex coming from us caused many to pause and watch our erotic mating display and I knew from his expression that he was getting as hot and horny as I was from the results of our blatant exhibitionism. ‘You should sit down Dad before that splits your fly.’ I nodded towards the massively prominent tent that had formed at his crotch. A realisation suddenly hit me. ‘You’re not wearing knickers are you?’ He smiled and shook his head.

‘No, and I’ve got my thickest cockring on which makes me bigger and thicker than normal.’ He an his hand down my arm, shoulder to wrist, as he sat opposite me, ‘and it’s all for my boy. My dirty little slut who is gagging to feel me filling his tight, wet boypussy.’ I swear I groaned at the thought. I certainly noticed several people looking at me and Dad laughed as he held my hand in his.

Throughout the meal we flirted and touched and by the time coffee was being served I was so hard and primed I was leaking pre-cum, not something I was used to. I looked down at my groin and saw the very obvious wet patch. ‘Fuck.’

‘What is it?’ He knew perfectly well what was happening. ‘Move your chair round and let me see.’ I shifted my chair to the side and opened my legs. Thanks to the position of our table no one else could see my damp and bulging crotch unless they made a point of moving. I took advantage of the situation by innocently  resting my elbow on the edge of the table and letting my finger tips brush back and forth across my aching erection.

‘Is this what you wanted to see Daddy? Your little boy is horned up and ready for you.’ I dropped my hand onto the straining mound, slowly rubbing it back and forth. Andy’s eyes burned in to me. The desire he felt for me and the use he was going to make of me were clear for all to see. The intensity of his gaze could almost have been frightening, but I knew I was his boy and that I was going to be fucked until I was begging him to let me cum. That I was going to be his fuck toy and I would get no respite from his demands until he was drained of every drop of man juice his balls could produce. Dad sat back and smiled a wicked, calculating smile. When he spoke his voice was firm and commanding. I shivered with anticipation.

‘You will listen to my instructions and carry them out to the letter. Do you understand son?’ my whole body was wound tight like a watch spring. I was breathing heavily and I was unconsciously squeezing my aching cock through my jeans. ‘You will go to the gents and enter one of the cubicles. You will leave the door ajar. Just enough so that anyone looking will get a glimpse of what you are doing.’ I nodded. ‘You will remove your shoes, jeans and underwear. You will then dress again but without your underwear. Do you understand? No underwear.’ Again, I nodded. My mouth was dry and I could feel my heart beating. ‘You will leave your jeans round your ankles and stand facing the toilet pan. You will stay like that and slowly masturbate until I come and get you. Is all that clear son?’ I nodded again. ‘I didn’t hear you son. Is all that clear?’

I swallowed and managed to croak, ‘yes dad. Clear.’

‘Off you go then son.’

I stood and on shaky legs started to walk through the still half full restaurant. There was no way I could cover my groin to hide the obvious cum stain so I thought ‘what the hell’ and by half way across the dining room I was walking tall and proud. After all, the reason I was excited and leaking was because of the sexy Daddy who was watching me and I was not going to be either embarrassed or ashamed by the effect he had on me. Several diners stopped their conversations as I walked towards and passed them. I saw some of them look passed me to Dad their eyes conveying an acknowledgement of his ownership of me. I loved how it made me feel and my walk became a strut as I showed off for him. I walked into the gents to find two men standing at the urinal. They were chatting as they pissed so I assumed they knew each other. They turned to see who had entered and their chatting stopped. There were two cubicles, both empty. They faced the urinal. I chose the one furthest from the door and as instructed only half closed the door behind me. I was in a sort of trance. Dad had me so worked up I didn’t think of anything but his instructions as I faced the toilet bowl and bent down to untie my shoes and slip them off. I could feel the eyes of the men at the urinal boring into me. I didn’t care. I unfastened my belt and popped the buttons on the fly. I pushed the jeans down bending forward to show the eyes behind me my cotton and lycra clad ass. I stepped out of them then stood up and hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my briefs. I pushed them down, again bending forward to be able to step out of them. My crack and butt hole were in direct sight of both men.

‘Holy fuck, would you look at that juicy cunt.’

‘Andy’s a lucky fucker. Do you think he let us have him if we offered him money?’

I stepped back in to my jeans leaving them bunched round my ankles and put my shoes back on, all the time bent forward from the waist as I reached down to retie my laces. I almost leapt through the ceiling when I felt a calloused hand on my bum. Remembering my orders I stood still and began to slowly wank my foreskin back and forth over the shiny sensitive crown of my rock hard penis. The hand moved over my ass and into my moist sweaty crack where it soon found the entrance to my boypussy. As a thick finger w. as roughly pushed in to me I heard the door to the gents open followed by Dad’s voice. ‘You like him then Dan?’ he came and stood next to me in the cubicle and watched the man he called Dan fuck me with his fat finger. I was biting my bottom lip to stop myself moaning with pleasure. I was being used like a whore, like the slut I had always wanted to be. I felt safe because Dad was with me but at the same time I felt cheap and dirty and wanton. I was in a kind of heaven. My cock was dripping like a tap and I had long given up wanking it. My hands were now pressed hard against the wall in front of me as I arched my back and pressed back onto the finger punch fucking me. ‘My boy likes that Dan, don’t you boy?’ I grunted. Dad’s hand pushed my t-shirt up to expose a nipple that he proceeded to twist and pinch working me up even further until I cried out to him. ‘Fuck me Daddy please. Fuck me.’

‘You heard him Dan. Fuck him.’ I looked round at Andy feeling a rush of panic. He winked at me and I saw reassurance in his face. ‘Well?  You’ve been fingering my lad for what, ten minutes now? More probably. He wants you to fuck him Dan and I’m giving you permission. Get his tight boycunt ready for me.’

Dan’s mate spoke up. ‘Don’t be fucking stupid Andy. We can’t do this here and you bloody know it. Come on Dan, we’re leaving.’ He pulled Dan away from me and out of the toilet. Dad pushed the cubicle door closed and locked it. There was a fire of lust burning in his eyes and he wasn’t going to leave until he had quenched some of it. I heard him unfasten his chinos and almost immediately he was pressing his cock against my open ass ring. One push and half of his engorged fuck tool was inside me. He pulled back and pushed again this time not stopping until all of his hard thick eight inch plus rod was rooted inside me. His hand covered my mouth to stop me calling out.

‘Is this what you want boy? Is it? Daddy’s big hard cock up your shitter? Like that do you slut?’

I bit onto his hand and nodded vigorously. ‘Mmmm. Mmmm.’ Was all I could manage through the fingers in my mouth.

Suddenly his cock was gone. My ass was empty. I sobbed in frustration. I felt his breath on my ear, ‘Get dressed slut, we’ll continue this on the way home.’ He opened the cubicle door and walked out. ‘And remember, no knickers.’ I heard him leave. I slumped with my back against the wall. The cubicle door had swung fully open and it was only as I reached down to pull my jeans up that I noticed the man staring at me open mouthed as he stood at the urinal pissing all over his foot.

‘Er, you might want to retarget that mate.’ I pointed at his feet.

‘What. Oh, yes. I see. I was just…..’ I pushed my knickers into my pocket and walked out of the cubicle. I gave his now hard dick a quick squeeze and went to find my Dad.

I found him at the bar chatting to a man around his own age. He was powerfully built, had a bit of a beer gut and was bald. Dad introduced me to him. ‘Phil, son, meet Tom.’ I shook his hand. His grip was firm and full of authority. ‘Tom owns the pub.’

‘It’s really nice Tom and the food was excellent.’ My praise was genuine. He and his establishment deserved it.

‘I’m surprised you noticed the way your Dad’s been cranking your handle tonight. And may I say that the way you walked through the restaurant with cum dribbling down your leg was magnificent.’ He and Dad laughed. ‘I swear I saw old Major Cornwell choke on his pudding when you walked past him and made his cock move for the first time this decade.’ I was shocked that Tom was so open and accepting of our behaviour. It must have shown because Dad explained.

‘Tom’s young lad served us at dinner. We’ve been swopping stories about the two of you whilst  was waiting.’

‘But the waiter was bla……. . Oh I get it, sorry. You’re his Dad like Andy’s mine?’ Tom beamed at me and nodded. ‘Lucky man, he’s hot.’ Tom and Dad exchanged a look I didn’t quite comprehend at that moment but that would be explained later and lead to an evening of excellent sex. But not tonight. No, tonight I was going home with my new Dad to be well and truly fucked or he could make his own coffee in the morning. ‘Are you ready to leave now Dad or are we having another drink?’ How subtle was I? Not very apparently.

‘Go on Andy take the lad home and shag him into next week. He’s bloody gagging for it bless him.’

We said our goodbyes and walked out into the mild night. The moon was full and a gentle breeze cooled us down comfortably as we walked down the lane towards the farm. Dad took my hand in his and we  sauntered along like a pair of young lovers. We turned in to Dad’s drive as the moon ducked behind a cloud. Dad pulled me round and into his arms. His mouth fastened itself to mine and we kissed and explored each other as we waited for the moon to reappear to light our way home. ‘Fuck you make me so fucking horny Phil. I’ve been a walking erection all night.

‘You have? I’ve been dripping jizz down myself since we got to the fucking pub.’ His arms hugged me tighter and our lips came together again.

‘Have you ever been fucked outdoors by moonlight?’ I shook my head.

‘Nooo. Why, do you want to be naughty again Dad?’ I pulled myself out of his arms and ran a few steps away from him. I kicked my shoes off and quickly removed my jeans. I pushed my feet back into my shoes then removed my t-shirt. I tried to strike a sexually alluring pose but it was pretty comical given that I was wearing my socks and shoes. Dad took the lead from me and minutes later he too was standing naked in the moonlight. He took me by the hand and led me up the drive. Our hard cocks led the way, pointing proudly in front of us. It felt so sensuous and erotic walking around naked outside in the middle of the night. Every touch on my skin seemed to be heightened and my whole body seemed to be hot-wired to my bouncing dick. I was one big erogenous zone and that my eyes were feasting on the sexiest man I knew and that he was mine only added to my excitement and anticipation. Dad really was something to look at. I guessed he was about six feet one or two with wide shoulders and slim hips. He had a solid six pack and an amazing chest with big rounded pecs finished off with large brown nipples that I hadn’t yet been allowed to play with. He had a little dark hair across his chest that formed itself into a neat treasure trail down to his navel and then onto his trimmed bush that grew at the root of his thick and veiny uncut cock that again I guessed was somewhere between eight and nine inches long. My dick was a good seven inches and was fairly fat, but Dad’s made mine look childlike in comparison. His balls were shaved and hung big and heavy under his manhood. Cock and balls were in perfect proportion to each other and I had fallen in lust with them from the beginning of our first fuck. Dad’s athletic, beautifully defined legs had me wanting to stroke and lick them. His back was wide and its muscles rippled whenever he exerted himself. As for his bum, well it is difficult to describe how absolutely perfect it was. Big, round and hard from all the squats he obviously did at the gym. It was another part of him I had yet to be allowed to play with and my mouth watered at the prospect of exploring his most secret places with my fingers and tongue. Was I ever going to eat that apple!

He walked me round the side of the house to the back garden. Even in the dark light of the moon I could see that it was as stylish and well maintained as the house and stables. There were large blocks of stone positioned carefully between the flowerbeds and they seemed to glow in the moonlight. Dad led me over to one of them. It was black and reflected the moon’s light back in to the sky. I reached out and felt the cold hard smoothness of it. The edges were rounded and sensuous under my caressing fingers. As I ran my hand over the black monolith I knew I was going to be fucked on it. The thought of my hot sweating body being draped over the cold blackness of the stone sent a shiver down my spine and I released a guttural groan. My reaction didn’t go unnoticed and I felt Dad’s hand on the small of my back. He guided me around the sculpture until I standing at it’s narrowest end with the longest slightly inclined surface in front of me.

I didn’t struggle as Dad pushed me closer to the hulking stone. My shins and knees made contact with the hard cold upright and I was forced to open my legs and straddle the narrow end.  As the stone inclined upwards away from me, so it also widened from about twelve inches where I stood to a good three feet at the opposite end that was at least a foot higher than the lower end between my legs. From where I was standing it looked like a sacrificial alter and I was the lamb to be sacrificed.

‘I call it my butchers table. Do you like it?’ I stood transfixed and trembling trying to imagine what was in store for me. I was wasting my time. My experience and knowledge weren’t advanced enough. ‘I haven’t used it yet. I have been waiting for the right man to share it with.’ He stood behind me and began to run his finger tips over my chest and abdomen. His touch was feather light and my body reacted to it instantly. I was whimpering with every fleeting contact made. My whole body was covered in goose bumps and the aching need coming from my cock and arse made me super sensitive to his ministrations. ‘Lean forward and lay down.’ The cold stone shocked my system as the front of my torso came to rest on it. It was the perfect length for me and surprisingly comfortable. ‘Let your arms fall down each side. That’s it. Now bring your feet forward about four inches. Perfect.’

Dad crouched down beside me bringing his face level with mine. I could see a combination of love and lust in his eyes and I relaxed under their calming gaze. ‘I had restraints sited round this block and if you’re ok with it I’d like to use them on you.’

‘Okay. I trust you Dad.’

‘I know you do son and I promise you’ll be safe. If anything happens you’re not comfortable with shout ‘Andrew’ and I’ll stop. Okay?’ I nodded.

‘Yes. Okay.’

‘I know you’re nervous son and that’s perfectly normal. You should be nervous. You have no idea what I’m going to do.’ His hand ran down my ass crack and when it touched my balls he began to gently tap them.

Tap…..tap…….tap…. and so on. I was soon writhing in a pleasure bourne out of discomfort. The next I knew Dad was by my side again. ‘I’m going to put restraints on your wrists and ankles and attach them to the fittings on the stone. You won’t be able to move. I’ll put the key on that hook on the tree. Can you see it?’ I nodded. My mouth was too dry to form words. Within a few minutes I was securely tethered with my legs stretched wide apart and forward pulling my ass cheeks wide apart. I could feel the night breeze moving over my twitching boyhole. The openness and vulnerability of my position and in particular of my usually secret, tender love tunnel took my sexual desire to a new height. I was totally at Dad’s mercy. ‘I’m just going to remove your shoes and socks. I want my boy completely naked.’ Once he had taken them off he surprised me by massaging first one foot then the other. I hadn’t known until that moment that my toes, especially my big toes were directly wired to my cock. His manipulation of them with his finger and thumb was to me, shockingly erotic. I had previously hated any one touching my feet, it usually resulted in a swift kick, but the stroking, rubbing, tickling and best of all the sucking of my big toes had me grinding my hard and leaking cock into the hard stone beneath me and my loud groans of appreciation carried  through the garden.

From sucking my toes Dad licked his way up my legs, first one side then the other, his hands following behind. The anticipation I felt as he worked his way towards my ass became unbearable the closer he got, so when with a touch as light as a feather he trailed a finger from the top to the bottom of my widely exposed crack, connecting with my fuck button for less than a second I cried out and pulled against my restraints. He tickled my balls before moving up to my taint and the crease where my leg and groin met. That area has always been one of my most tender and responsive and once he realised he had found a hot spot Dad went to town on it and he soon had me bucking and pulling against the bindings that held me down at the same time as cries and expletives spilled from my mouth. It was when he finally attacked the now super sensitive area with his tongue and lips that I was sent over the edge. All the squirming and moving around on the smooth stone alter and with a gallon of precum making a perfect lubricant my cock had effectively been wanking itself between my tummy and the slippery rock beneath so when the hyper intense shock and pleasure smacked through me as Dad chewed and sucked I couldn’t stop myself from cumming. I shot a lake of warm, thick, slippery jizz from my super sensitive cock. It was on the edge of painful and I was sobbing in ecstasy as I fired pulse after pulse. Still Dad didn’t stop. He continued his oral assault on my taint and at the same time began to bring his hand down on my taught buttocks with a hard SMACK. Again and again and again he hit my now trembling bum cheeks until I gave in and begged.

‘Fuck me Dad. Please FUCK ME.’ I yelled as another hard smack hit home. He stood behind me and pulled the stinging globes of my ass even further apart. He spat at my gaping cunt and I felt the big club end of his monster cock pressing in to me. ‘AAARRRGGGHHHHHHHHH……………’ He was in to his balls. Then all the way out. Slam – all the way back in. Pull back and out. SLAM. ‘Harder Dad, harder.’ SLAM. SLAM. SLAM…..push and grind. Get every single millimetre in my gut, then push again through my inner ring. Hear me screaming for more, ‘Use me Daddy. Fuck my cunt fuck me deep.’ My entire world was focused on and in my wide and hungry mancunt. Dad’s massive tool raked across my over sensitive prostate with each slam into my wet and mashed pussy. I’m assuming that cum was pouring out of my redundant cock as my arse was pummelled like never before. Sweat covered us despite the cool of the night air. I heard grunts and growls coming from behind me and felt the speed and intensity of the fuck increase. I squeezed the muscles of my love chute around the thick steel-like meat that was smashing in and out of me. I squeezed as hard as I could trying to ripple the contractions from entrance to deep gut as he drove himself into me.

A roar of possession filled the night as my new Dad took full ownership of me and fired his breeding seed into me again and again. He continued to pound my cunt as he shot load after load. So much that it bubbled out even before he began to finish and slow down. At the same time he had erupted deeper in my gut than any man before him the end of my dick blew itself off. That’s certainly what it felt like and later, after he had released me from my restraints I was amazed to see it was still in one piece.

He collapsed on top of me and we lay still regaining our senses and breathing deep and heavy. His incredible cock slowly deflated and quietly and without fanfare slipped from my loose and gaping ass hole. A river of my Dad’s cum followed it. Dad stirred raising his weight from me and supporting himself with his arms. He reigned countless kisses back and forth across my upper back and shoulders. ‘God I love fucking your twat. My best boy’s glorious hot mantwat.’ Then with the final surprise and perfect ending to a truly amazing fuck he slipped down my back and buried his face in my still wide open ass. He licked and cleaned around the tender ring of my cunt lips and teased his probing tongue into my aching, cum filled tunnel of love. Devoid of all energy I simply lay on the cum covered slab and wallowed in the blissful feelings coming from my well used boypussy. As ridiculous as it sounds I think I either dozed off through exhaustion and contentment or I passed out due to sensory overload. Whichever it was I woke to find myself sitting on my jeans, my back against the slab side of the fuck alter resting in the arms of my new and much loved Dad.

‘You’re back with us then?’ He kissed the side of my head.

‘What happened?’ I mumbled.

‘You just shut down for a few minutes while your mind and body recovered from all the new sensations they just had. You’ll sleep for England when I get you to bed.’

‘Mmmmmm.’ I snuggled closer. Dad let me rest for a few more minutes then insisted we make our way indoors to the shower. He propped me against the shower room wall as he brought the water to perfect temperature then stood with me under the warming, soothing jets. He soaped me from top to toe taking especial time and care with my sore and well used fuck tools. He quickly washed himself then dried us both and led me to his bed. He pulled me to him as he lay down beside me, my head on his shoulder cavity, arm thrown across his chest. His clean manly smell filled my nostrils. I quickly fell in to a deep, restful, dreamless sleep.  

To be continued.

Authors note: I hope no one is disappointed with the direction this series has taken and that my experiences around the cruising spots of my territory have been put on hold. I am having so much fun writing about Andy and the things we got up to. As with all retelling of reminiscences I am exaggerating some of our adventures and I am sure that what I remember today is not actually what happened then. What are totally true are the brief descriptions of the abuse I endured as a child. I thought long and hard before including such intimate and dark episodes from my past and in the end decided it was important for me and perhaps some readers to admit to both the existence of child abuse and the long term effects it has on those who suffer it. Mental health is now something we talk about and society as a whole accepts the need for it to be taken as seriously as any other illness. I have been lucky to find support and help from some truly wonderful people through my life. ‘Andy’ was the first, others followed. Without them I have no idea what would have become of me so my gratitude and love for them is boundless. If anyone reading this is the victim of abuse please know that you are not alone. The pain is uniquely yours but the fact that abuse is wide spread and still common today should, in my experience, help you to understand and cope with how you are feeling. When and if you are ready to seek help it is there, and it is not something to fear and shy away from. 

Again, thank you for reading.

Phil. xx