Lust for Ashton

Dinner, masturbations in bed and a wonderful breakfast

We sat down to dinner to eat the mushroom omelettes he’d cooked today. I was sitting with everything on, but with father’s semen still running down my buttocks.

-I can see you’re still hard, Darrell. Is my semen still on your buttocks?

-It will be on my buttocks all night. And if I’m hard, I think that is because I love you, Ashton Fargas –after that moment, I got used to calling my father Ashton, and his face encouraged me to always call him like that-. I will always love you, Ashton, and you’ve only chosen the right punishment to make your son learn a lesson. And it’s true that so far I’ve been a psychological abuser but I promise I won’t ever be again that stupid Darrell Fargas I’ve been so far.

-Good, my son, but maybe you would like me to apologize. A father should never wank looking at his son.

-You were only teaching me how dirty Olivia and my other girls must have felt, that’s all.

-But maybe I’ve gone too far, for I’ve even told you I have enjoyed myself so much that I can see myself able to constantly at least desire to wank over the memory of what’s happened today.

-Dad please, don’t apologize for that either. You’d chosen to punish me by wanking looking at my dick and at my ass and of course you had to be horny, you had to be hard, you had to cum… so I just hope you’ve had some fun, that’s all.

-It’s really been funny for me but I want to explain to you why.

-Then tell me, dad, but calmly.

-It’s been a big surprise but what I’ve had tonight is a taste of masculinity. No girl would have reacted as you have. But your masculine reactions, your masculine face, even your masculine ejaculations have been too much for me. You’ve found yourself in the midst of what could have been a real ordeal, watching your father masturbating looking at your dick first and at your ass later. But you’ve behaved like a real man, not only accepting this kind of punishment with no protest but also encouraging me to have fun since I was doing it. And yes, it was really funny to wank looking at your dick but what really turned me on was looking at your masculine eyes, allowing your father to continue. And you were blushing of course but with a brave determined face which showed me everything was correct and you still felt affection for me, and not even blushing the three times you’ve cum. So from being an abuser, you have turned a really masculine boy, and that’s how men should react and that reaction has really shaken something in me and that’s why I was so horny that I told you I’d like to often wank over you.

-My dear Ashton, you don’t need my permission to keep on doing it, you can after now wank over whatever you want, even over me. And I must add I’ve also been shaken by my father’s masculinity, a heterosexual man who despite having liked girls and only girls all his life, suddenly has no problem in admitting you have got hard with a boy. Your brain needed to adapt to getting horny with a boy and I’ve also seen your courage, bravely admitting you were really aroused, and what must be more difficult: getting horny at your own son. That’s courage, Ashton, that’s masculinity and maybe noticing that courage is what has made me cum. So this experience has been funny for both, Ashton, never blame yourself.

-The only thing I need now is to make you feel clean after today’s ordeal. You should feel proud of yourself, Darrell Fargas, for not only you’ve taken the punishment like a man, but you have nothing to forgive your father for what he’s done. Again that’s masculinity and I only want to ask for your permission to wank over you. If you tell me not to do it, I won’t ever do it again, I promise.

-Ashton, I’ve felt dirty tonight cause that was your aim but curiously noticing your sudden lust is making me feel clean. Of course you have my permission, Ashton. Just have fun and if you want to tell me later, you can and I won’t get angry.

We had finished dinner and I told Ashton that I was really tired and needed to go to my room and sleep. But first I kissed his cheek affectionately and told him again that I loved him and everything was correct.

Once in my bedroom, and after having stripped of almost everything cause I always slept in just my briefs, I noticed the huge boner I had. It was asking me to masturbate and not even knowing that I had started to do it, I began to stroke my crotch. Yeah, my dick was asking me to let it free and take it out and play. So I started. I saw that Ashton’s masculine reactions at dinner had made me horny but soon I saw that I needed to wank over the memory of beholding my father’s dick whacking off looking at my cock and at my ass. I noticed Ashton’s semen still sticking to my buttocks. I got then a very weird idea, but my father had taught me not only not to be a psychological abuser but also what masculinity was and I started touching what little was left of his dried semen and at the same time envisioning his dick wanking again looking at me, and touching his semen I felt like uttering: Ashton, please, cum again on me, on any part of my body you want, but please give me again your masculine semen. And then it was a natural transition, I think, when I saw myself grabbing Ashton’s cock and masturbating him. And I had hardly started when I shot my first load that night.

I started to think that a real man was a man who didn’t curb his desires if they harmed nobody and after having cum I needed to play with my dick again over Ashton’s cock. Still I didn’t imagine it up my ass, but I wanted to know the taste and I was for a quarter of an hour now imaginarily sucking my father’s cock till I shot a second load. I know I should feel embarrassed now but I felt proud and even thought that maybe Ashton had been wanking over me in his bed too.

I managed to sleep and after waking up, I put everything back on and with a big boner, I noticed, I finally headed to the kitchen. I saw my father sitting there also with a hard-on or I wanted to imagine him with a huge boner.

-Morning, Ashton –I said to him and kissed his cheek.

-Morning, my hot Darrell. Hope you allow me now to call you like that. it’s just that I’m watching you with a boner and I must confess I had to jerk myself off thinking about you last night.

-Ashton, thanks for telling me. Now all I want is to have the same courage you have and be proud. I’m even glad I can watch you hard again. And I must confess I also wanked over you last night, twice.

-And you want to tell me what you thought, isn’t it Darrell?

-Yes, dad, I want to tell you.

-If you just consider all of this natural, I would dare ask you just one thing.

-Tell me, Ashton.

-Yesterday I was lucky to see my son’s hot dick and later I had the show of watching your cool ass. I was even lucky to see you spilling three loads and I could never utter how hot that vision made me. But I missed just something. As I whacked off in bed last night, I saw it. I hadn’t seen you masturbating and it would be so hot so see my Darrell’s cock again and watch you playing with it. So if you really want to tell me what you thought about in last night’s masturbation, wouldn’t you like to do it comfortably and proudly jacking off here before me?

My answer was instantly taking my cock out, really hard again, and starting to shamelessly masturbate before my father. Half a minute later Ashton also took his hard dick out and started playing with it before me, so were both doing the same.

-That’s it, dad, since now we both masturbate thinking of each other, we could also comfortably jack off together.

-But you must know that Ashton, as you call me now and I hope you always call me after now, is jacking off looking at your hot dick again.

-I’m also doing it, dad. Nothing wrong: two masculine boys going on with their sudden lust for each other.

-Then please tell me what you thought.

-I had such a boner last night that I was sure the only thing I could do was masturbating and of course thinking about my father. First I thought it was pornographic to behold your own father happily wanking looking at his son’s dick. Let’s say I started masturbating as if I were a show off. But soon I saw that I was getting horny at the vision of my father’s dick, long, sexy, beautiful… and I focused shamelessly now on that sexy dick you have that I’m happy to see again and I soon pictured myself touching your dick and masturbating you. –In that moment I reached out my hand and cheekily touched Ashton’s dick. He smiled at me and did exactly the same and touched my dick with a lecherous grin and telling me that touching his hot Darrell’s dick was a real need for him. But he didn’t stop there and soon his hand came down my balls and rested there, telling me he would continue caressing them as far as what I had to tell him lasted. So I decided to do exactly the same and touch my father’s balls, and stroking them I continued.

-So as I was sure how you would like to have your son masturbating you, I continued playing with your cock for at least ten minutes and fancying my hot Ashton cumming after his son had masturbated him was too much for me and I had to shoot a first load in bed. But I had not had enough. I had so much enjoyed this first incestuous masturbation that now I saw myself wanting to suck my father’s cock.

-And you did?

-I did, dad.

-I only jacked you off in my masturbation last night. I didn’t go as far as sucking your cock but I will do it tonight. Please tell me.

-I was really looking forward to know the taste of that beautiful gun you have that drove me crazy yesterday. I don’t know whether I was sucking it correctly. I’ve never sucked a cock and never desired it but I suppose I was doing it all right, for you were moaning.

-And what did you think of the taste? Did you like it?

-Really scrumptious, Ashton –but my father’s dick was still out and totally hard, and not knowing what he would think but hoping he’d also allow me that, I had to be cheeky now. I really had to know the taste, and saying nothing, I bent just enough to take my father’s penis into my mouth and know the taste.

-Unless you stop, my hot Darrell, I’ll have to cum in your mouth now –but he was still talking when I felt a liquid I had never tasted filling my mouth and oh, what a taste; it drove me crazy and more knowing where it had come from.

-Delicious, Ashton. Just a taste of your masculinity.

Asthton Fargas just smiled at me and his response was doing exactly what I had done and suddenly I noticed my dick was inside my father’s mouth. I couldn’t control myself. Suddenly I came in his mouth uncontrollably. I don’t remember to ever have cum so much but he obviously wanted to drink my entire stream and finally he also told me.

-I also wanted to have that taste of masculinity, the jism of my brave masculine son. Good, do you think you will ever repent for what we have just done, Darrell?

-On the contrary, Ashton. Now I will always be hungry for your semen. But unfortunately I have to go. I must drive a hundred kilometers today. And don’t you have to go to work, dad?

-You’ve forgotten that I start holidays today, Darrell. Come on, get going or you’ll be late.

I pushed my cock back in my pants and kissed his cheek affectionately for a minute but in a sudden impulse I kissed Ashton’s lips. He seemed to like it as much as me and we kept on kissing. But finally I had to tell him that I was leaving and I left him there and drove in my truck.

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