Marine Dad

My father was an ex-Marine who had been in the service since he was 19 years old. He met my mom while he was stationed in the states when he was 23. They both fell pretty hard for each other. They held onto their relationship for a good five years. When he was 29 he was stationed back in the states again and allowed to stay for a year or two. He was 31 when they had me. After I turned four, my father deployed again for the Marines. He came back a year later, but my mother and him had several falling outs due to the constant uncertainty of his habit of leaving. Eventually, in a big blowout, she ended up saying that maybe if he liked the military so much, he should just go back. And in a fit of drunken rage, he did precisely that.

He finally came back when I was 15. My mother was all over him at first. I watched hesitantly from a distance. I felt like I didn’t really know the man all too well, and it was also around the same time I had realized that I was gay. He was discharged due to complications during a mission that ended with him hurting part of his back. He got surgery and was in recovery. I watched him throughout the coming days. My mom would try her best to help him, but he managed to get himself drunk nearly every night. I couldn’t blame the guy after overhearing one of their hushed conversations. After the injury, the Marines basically forced him to be discharged, and it would be a while before he could go back, right before he was going to be promoted from Staff Sergeant to Master Sergeant too. He was obviously depressed and spent his days exercising, resting in a big lazyboy, and then drinking himself into a stupor until he passed out for the night. Wake up, rinse, repeat.

The worst part for me was when I started to realize that I was attracted to my own dad. I couldn’t help myself. I knew in my head that he was my dad, but I didn’t really have any memories of him. And it didn’t help that at 41, he was unfairly handsome and rugged. Once I had realized my feelings, I mostly avoided him. Any interaction was tense and awkward. I was obviously curious about him, but I was too scared to interact with him. So to satisfy my curiosity, I would eavesdrop on my dad and mom. That’s when I heard the something that would flip my world upside down.

It was a Thursday afternoon, and I was doing homework in my room upstairs when I heard my dad and mom start getting into an argument. Call me a nosy bitch, but I was curious, so I put my ear to the floor where there was a vent where I could hear them talking. At first they started to get heated, my mom telling him he couldn’t keep living like this, but then she got quiet.

“I’m leaving, Mark.” It was very matter of fact. My mother was a woman of her word. When she said she was going to do something, she did it.

“Please don’t go.” I heard him whisper. His voice was deep but there was a gentle desperation to it.

“You don’t understand how hard this is for me, Mark. I know you don’t have it easy right now either, but you’re gay. It’s been years since you’ve told me and I’ve accepted you for it, but I can’t keep living like this, us acting like we’re okay when you and I both know that neither of us are happy. I want a man, Mark. And you probably do, too.”

He was quiet for a moment.

“You’re right. Maybe it’s better if we separate. But what will we do with Caleb?” Before today, I don’t think I had ever heard my dad say my name.

“Caleb can live with me and visit you once we find you a place. He can visit whenever he wants to.” There was more silence from my dad before he agreed with her. I stopped listening at that point. My dad was gay. And so was I. I knew he wouldn’t be attracted to me, that wasn’t my concern. It was the realization that him and I had more in common than I thought.

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A year had gone by and my dad had his own place. I would visit him on weekends, but he was mostly the same. Quiet, wouldn’t talk to me very much, and mostly just drank himself to sleep. I would distract myself and my feelings with video games and playing soccer outside with a few kids from the neighborhood while he would exercise inside. Then he would drink a few beers and fall asleep.

But a few months after that, he seemed to come around. He started talking to me more. We started going on camping trips together, and he would take me to his favorite bars around town. We were both was still pretty quiet towards one another, but we started to form a small bond. By the time I was almost 17, I was basically living at his place. And this gave my mom the space she needed. A month before I turned 17, she told me and my dad that she was going to move. I opted to stay with my dad, and she left the next month.

I had been 17 for exactly two weeks when my dad came stumbling home one night, drunk off his ass. He was mumbling nonsense and more depressed than usual. I helped him to his favorite chair in the living room and got him a blanket. Through his nearly incoherent mumbling, I figured out what had happened. He found out that due to his back injury, the marines would never let him enlist again. He would never get the promotion, never get to be a part of the chosen family he had made with his fellow troops.

After that night he fell back into his old habits. Wake up, exercise, start drinking around 5:00PM, fall asleep drunk. Wake up, rinse, repeat. I was working a job at the time and didn’t have much time to help my dad out. My days mostly consisted of going to school, going to work, coming home and working out, jerking off, doing my schoolwork, and going to bed.

I had thought about my dad a lot during the few years I had known him. I called him Dad, and thought of him as such, but there was still a disconnect in my mind from him not being around until I was 15. And because of that, my attraction never went away. In fact, it only got worse. While my dad exercised a lot and maintained a surprising physique, he had let himself go in the manscaping department. He had come back a clean-shaven marine, but now he had a decent beard and was nearly covered in hair. Dark arm hair and chest hair that poked out of the wife beaters he would wear always made my heart race. His whole body was built like a big, hairy tank. He dwarfed me in nearly every way. While I was just about done growing at 5’7”, my dad was a solid 6’2”, easily a head taller than me. And despite my best efforts with exercising, he was much bulkier and stronger than me as well. The man was built like a bull, with thick forearms and calves, big hairy pecs, and biceps that were nearly as big as my head. He was starting to get a little bit of a gut from all the drinking, but it just made me want him more.

I knew we both jerked off, but neither of us ever really talked about sex or anything. I think even though I was his son, there was a bit of a disconnect for him from me as well. I never really brought girls home either, but he never asked about that. Too be fair, he never brought any guys home that I knew about. I would jerk off while I fingered myself in the shower, picturing him and his hairy body. I would find his hair in the tub and get jealous since I had a difficult time growing my own hair. Besides a little treasure trail from my belly button to my groin, I was mostly hairless. I kept myself in good shape though. And I always made sure to do plenty of squats. It’s probably no surprise that I almost exclusively would jerk off thinking about my dad. And it wouldn’t take a genius to figure out I was into him if you looked at my porn history. But at least on my part, I thought I did a pretty good job of keeping it all hidden from my dad.

It was the fourth night of him falling back into his old habits when I saw his cock for the first time. I was watching TV and he was on the other side of the living room sitting in his favorite chair, drunk out of his mind. Out of nowhere, my dad stood up, something I didn’t know he could do while he was that drunk, and began struggling with his belt, wrestling it like it was a snake. He was attempting to pull his pants down, mumbling about it being too damn hot in the house, but his belt was still buckled. My cheeks flushed with the thoughts that came to my mind, so I did my best to ignore him while he struggled.

“Son, son. Son,” he muttered a few times before I looked at him, a blush creeping up my cheeks.

“Be a good boy and help. Help me, uh. My pants. They won’t come--I need help getting my pants off,” he slurred, trying to convey his predicament. I slowly stood up and walked over to him. He was sitting back down, and I tried to get him to stand up again, but it didn’t seem like he could. Before I could even think about what I was doing, I got on my knees between my dad’s legs and started undoing his belt buckle. The worst part was that I was so naively focused on helping my dad that I didn’t even realize what it would look like to him.

He just watched me in shock as I undid his belt buckle and unzipped his pants. I was too focused to notice until I started saying, “Dad, you’re going to have to lift your hips if you want me to--” I looked up at him and the rest of the sentence died on my lips. His eyes were wide, and he looked shocked, but there was also a hint of a hungry look in his eyes. It was then I realized that from his perspective, his jock son was looking up at him from between his legs with his belt unbuckled and his pants unbuttoned.

My cheeks flushed a deep red and I immediately stood up and started stuttering.

“D-dad, I’m sorry, I-I don’t know what I was thinking, I didn’t mean for it to look like that, I was just trying to help!” I managed, and he just laughed.

“It’s alright, son, I know you were just trying to help me out,” He slurred. I was surprised he could string a full sentence together. He wiggled himself and did his best to get his pants off, and I helped him with the rest. I was so embarrassed that after I helped, I told him I was going to go do homework before bed and quickly ran to my room. I wasn’t lying about the homework, but I was lying about sleeping. With what had just happened, I didn’t think I could sleep if I wanted to. A few hours had passed before I caved and started slowly jerking myself off in bed. My hypothesis was that if I gave my dick some release it would calm down so I could sleep. I was nearly approaching climax when I heard my dad start yelling for me.

Without thinking, I jumped up out of bed, in nothing but a pair of tight briefs, and ran to my dad.

“Dad! Are you okay?” I asked as I ran to him. I saw three more bottles of beer on top of the seven he had earlier, and I knew he was beyond plastered. I found him, half passed out, trying to get his underwear off. He looked up at me and managed a, “Help... please.” I was mortified. Help him take his underwear off? In his defense, it was hot as fuck in the house. Our air conditioner had been broken for a while, and it was the middle of summer.

“It’s so hot.” He kept muttering over and over. My stomach was twisted in knots, and I tried to hide my hard on down the leg of my briefs. I attempted to help him from the side of the chair, but he was sitting down on his underwear and I couldn’t get any leverage.

“You--” He burped loudly, “have to get on your knees to help.” He said, smirking, laughing to himself. I hesitated, but he suddenly grabbed my arm and pulled me in front of him.

“When I tell you to do something, you say ‘yes, Sir’ and do it.” He growled, his entire demeanor shifting as he become oddly coherent. Without hesitating I stammered out a “yes, Sir!” and dropped to my knees.

“Good boy.” He growled and easily pulled me closer to his crotch. I helped him start to pull his underwear down, and when I did his cock flopped out. Now, I had actively avoided seeing my own dad’s cock since he was discharged in a poor attempt to keep my feelings towards him to a minimum, so when I saw how big he was, my eyes went wide with awe. The thing was huge! It was big and veiny with an angry, thick, purple head. He had to have been a shower and not a grower, because his cock was easily eight inches flaccid.

I heard him chuckle above me. “It’s big, isn’t it? That’s what I think your mom loved best about me.” He mumbled to himself and laughed. He looked at me again, and I used all of my willpower to maintain eye contact and not look down at his cock that was not even six inches away from my face. It was so close that I could smell the intoxicating musk radiating off of it. A big, rough, but warm, hand came to rest on my cheek.

“You know, son, you have beautiful eyes. So bright and pretty like your mother's.” My cheeks were burning red, and I looked away from him in embarrassment.

“What’s the matter, boy, am I embarrassing you?” He grunted and chuckled at the same time. I didn't answer, simply focusing on a few strands of the thick curly hair on one of his big pecs to distract myself.

“Thanks for helping me.” He said, but I’m was so embarrassed and stuck in my head that I didn't really comprehend that he’s talking. He cleared his throat and my eyes snapped back to his.

“Do you like being on your knees or something? I said thanks for the help,” he chuckled again, and my face burned red as I quickly stood up, covering my own throbbing crotch. I rushed to my room as he muttered a slurred “thanks.” When I got into bed, my cheeks were still burning like crazy, and I furiously jerked off until I blew the hardest load of my life before promptly passing out.

I woke up the next morning with my underwear glued to my dick in residual cum. I sighed and cleaned myself up in the shared bathroom. I finished getting ready for school and started making my way through the living room to the front door. My dad was still passed out in his chair. I opened the door and heard him say, “have a good day, boy,” before I rushed out to the bus, flustered and embarrassed.

I was scared to go back inside after what happened the night before. My brain wanted me to avoid all interaction with my dad out of shame, and in my naïve, young adult mindset, I was almost positive that If I came out to him, he’d leave me alone. Maybe even push me away. It was a defense mechanism, and my anger was stopping me from thinking straight. Literally, I guess.

I marched into the house to find my dad in the kitchen, attempting to make himself some food. His hair was messy, and he was only in a bathrobe and boxers, so I could tell he was hungover. He saw me, and our eyes met, but he quickly looked away. He remembered what happened last night, I could tell from the brief look in his eyes. I cleared my throat so he would look at me again.

“Dad, I just want you to know, I’m gay.” His eyebrows raised as he looked at me, but I didn't give him a chance to say anything before I stormed to my room and slammed the door shut. I hoped this would cause a divide, a way out of my feelings towards him.

To me, the worst part about being a young adult was always being so damn horny. And after last night, I couldn't get the image of my dad’s cock out of my head. I thought about it so much, I practically developed my own Pavlovian response, where I would think about his cock, and my cheeks would flush red, and my mouth would water. Using my computer, I watched porn for a solid three and a half hours. Then I started getting hungry.

It was about 1:30AM when I finally decided that I needed to eat something before bed. I crept out into the kitchen to find my dad in his favorite chair, completely passed out drunk. Typical. I made myself a bowl of cereal and ate it while standing in the kitchen. He was out cold. He snored soundly through everything, no matter how loud I was. When he was asleep, he was asleep. And that’s when the intrusive thought flashed through my mind: a quick image of me on my knees in front of my dad with his mighty cock in front of me. No, I thought to myself. There was no way in hell I could do that. That would wake him up, for sure. No doubt. I continued to tell myself the same thing over and over again until it was 2:30AM, and I couldn’t fall asleep for the life of me. The idea plagued my mind. I was so damn horny after last night, and my dad was sound asleep. Eventually, my "other" head won the battle.

My stomach was in knots as I crept into the living room. My dad was still in the boxers and bathrobe that he was wearing earlier. A small stack of beer bottles was piled next to his favorite chair. I could see the outline of his thick cock from his boxers from across the dark room. These at least would be a lot easier to pull down than his other briefs. My stomach felt like it was folding in on itself as I got down on my knees in between my dad’s legs. My rational mind screamed at me to stop, but it was too late. I watched his sleeping face as I slowly pulled back his underwear, revealing his thick daddy dick.

I couldn’t help but stare at it, and I practically started drooling. My heart was beating in my chest like a drum as I got closer to his cock. I could smell the sweat and pheromones emanating from his crotch, and it made my mind go wild. I needed to taste it so bad. I just wanted it in my mouth. I had never actually sucked a cock before, but I didn’t know I could want anything so badly I needed it. My head leaned down to his crotch, and I took a long whiff of his musk.

Very carefully, I lifted his shaft with my hand and slowly wrapped my lips around his big, fat cock head. It was so hot inside my mouth, and the taste was so salty and incredible. I wanted more. I needed more. I began taking more into my mouth, inch by inch. His cock quickly began getting hard. Within a few minutes, it was at full mast, and I couldn’t help but appreciate the magnificence of his cock. His head popped out of my mouth and I leaned back, staring at the monster cock standing straight up in the air, throbbing like it was alive. It had a thick vein running up the right side that wound all the way up to his pulsing, purple cockhead. I stared at his massive cock with insatiable eyes. All I could think about was pleasuring his cock; worshiping it, even. I don’t think I could’ve stopped myself if I wanted.

I began taking more into my mouth until I started to gag. His cock was already deep in my throat, and I still had a few more inches before my head could reach his groin. I was so determined that I kept pushing myself, inch after massive inch, until my nose was buried in my dad’s hairy crotch. I was glad all those times I practiced training my gag reflex in the shower finally paid off. God, the smell was so pungent, but it made my cock leak precum like crazy. Speaking of precum, I had thought that my dad was coming already because his cock was oozing precum like a broken faucet. Every few minutes, I would check to make sure he was still sound asleep and snoring.

I blew him for a good ten minutes before I really started getting the hang of it. It wasn't long before I was bobbing up and down on his cock like an experienced sex worker. His cock was starting to swell and I knew what I wanted. I deepthroated him until my face was buried in his groin while his daddy dick was buried down my throat. For a split second I thought nothing was going to happen, and then it hit me. I felt the first blast rocket down my throat, hot and sticky. Then another. And another and another and another. Blast after blast of hot, viral seed splashed into my stomach. My dad came so much I swore my belly felt full like I’d eaten a full meal. After a good thirty seconds, he was done. I slowly let his cock slide out of my throat, leaving me gasping. A thin string of saliva connected my bottom lip to his pulsing cock head. After lapping up any remaining cum, I carefully slid his big cock back into his boxers and quietly stalking back to my room.

I couldn’t believe that I had just blown my own dad. My real father. I hadn’t wasted a single drop of his cum. I smiled to myself in the dark of my room and rubbed my warm belly. I instantly grew sleepy like I had drank a nice glass of warm milk. I guess technically I had. A really big glass. I fell asleep like a baby, so content that I hadn’t even realized that my dad had stopped snoring several minutes before he came down my throat.

The next day, I got ready and left for the bus like normal. When I got home, I avoided my dad like I had promised and waited once again until nightfall. I knew I was pushing my luck, but after getting a taste of my dad, I needed it again. I needed more. It was hooked. It felt good knowing I had his cum in my stomach all day, and I wanted to feel that again. Maybe every night. Hopefully every night.

At 1:45AM, I snuck out of my room to find my dad asleep and drunk again in his favorite chair. I could hear him snoring loudly, and I took the opportunity. I crept into the living room to find my dad fast asleep, wearing nothing but his boxers and a wifebeater. I quickly got to work, following a similar routine to the night before. In minutes, his cock was buried in my throat, and I was bobbing up and down on his dick like a good little slut. I'd been going at it for a bit, when suddenly the realization hit me. I hadn’t heard him snoring for a few minutes. I slowly stopped and hesitantly started pulling off of his cock, my stomach doing flips from fear and anxiety. I would die of embarrassment if he caught me like this, if he didn't kill me first.

His cockhead was just about to pop out of my mouth when suddenly, two big hands roughly grabbed the back of my head and stopped me. My eyes flew to my dad’s face in horror to find him looking down at me, an evil grin splitting his face. My heart was gripped with fear. I was done for. Goodbye, cruel world.

“Don’t you even think about stopping.” He growled, but I was too terrified to move.

“After what you did last night, I’m going to make sure you finish what you started.” He sneered and then pulled my head towards him. I tried to push against his thick, hairy thighs, but he was too strong. As he was pulling me down the length of his cock, he thrust his hips upwards, forcing his cock down my throat. I gagged from the sudden force and tried to pull off, but my dad’s hands wouldn’t budge. He pulled my head down until my nose was buried in his crotch, his cock deep down my throat. My eyes were watering as I looked up at him.

“Such beautiful eyes.” He growled before sliding one of his hands under my jaw while the other remained secured behind my head. I didn’t even have time to react before my dad started thrusting over and over into my throat, going farther than it ever had the night before. My throat spasmed and gagged, tears streaming down my face, but he wouldn’t let up. Within thirty seconds, my gag reflex had stopped, and my dad was now grunting like an animal, pistoning his cock down my throat. I desperately need air, but I was powerless against him.

His breathing picked up, and then he roared as he held my head firmly against his groin. The first blast was so forceful it made me gag, hard. In his state of bliss, my dad had loosened his vice on my head, and I flew off of his cock, gasping and coughing as his cock continued to blast hot jet after jet of sticky spunk all over my face. Once his cock died down, our eyes met. My face was practically plastered with his cum, and I could taste it in my throat. He moved his right hand to my face, and I flinched, but he merely used two of his fingers to wipe up some of his thick seed. We locked eyes as he pushed his fingers into my mouth.

My eyes went wide but I immediately knew what I was supposed to do. I cleaned his fingers of all my dad’s spunk. He continued scooping more cum off of my face and feeding it to me until there was nothing left.

“Boy, don’t you ever, ever waste a single drop of my seed. Understand?” He growled. I nod my head in fear. “I said, ‘Do you understand,' boy? Use your words.”

“Yes, Sir!” I managed, making him grin. “Atta boy. Now make sure you clean my cock and then go take a shower.”

I nodded my head and made sure I got every last drop of cum off of his cock, lapping at it like a puppy. I had no idea I was so good at being obedient. I got up to go shower, and my dad slapped my ass as I walked past him, leaving him chuckling in his chair.

My ass stung a red, but my mind was in a trance as I stripped and stepped into the shower. I was trying to process everything that had just happened when the shower door suddenly opened, and my dad walked right in, buck naked.

He simply grunted, “scoot,” and got into the shower behind me. I was dead silent, and so was he. I had no idea what to say, or if I should say anything at all.

“Do you want to talk about what just happened, son?” He asked softly, his mind starting to sober up a bit. His tone was different. Less commanding, and more caring.

“I-I don’t know.” I stammered. I honestly didn't know what to say. All I knew was that my mind was high on adrenaline.

“I’m sorry if I was a bit rough, but I couldn’t help myself after what you did last night.” He chuckled, and I surprised myself by saying, “It’s okay, I liked it.” I think it surprised him too, because he stopped chuckling. I felt his hands on my arms, and he turned me around to face him. My cock was pressed up against my dad’s much larger cock, and I had to tilt my head up to look at him.

“Listen, I want to say thank you for coming out to me. I know it isn’t easy. And after you blew me last night, I figured you would feel better if I came out to you as well. I’m gay like you, son.”

I blushed. “I know. I heard you and mom talking a year or so ago before she moved.” He nodded his head in understanding.

“And you understand that normal fathers and sons don’t do this kind of stuff, right?” He asked deeply, his voice sounding much more serious.

“I know, Dad. I just… I’ve had feelings for you since you were discharged when I was fifteen. I couldn’t help what I was feeling for you.” I started getting emotional, and he heard it in my voice, wrapping me in a wet hug. I pressed my face into his big chest and started crying.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want to ruin our relationship.” I managed between sobs. My dad held my head and rubbed my back, shushing me and calming me down.

“It’s okay, son. It didn’t ruin anything. If anything, I think this made us closer. A lot closer,” he chuckled and I find myself chuckling with him. He wiped the tears from my eyes.

“Son… is this what you want?” He asked me carefully, and I looked up at him, meeting his eyes.

“I know this isn’t normal, Dad. And I know we would have to keep it a secret. And I know mom would have a heart attack if she found out. But I’ve wanted this for two years now. Is this what you want, Dad?” I asked, staring into his dark eyes.

He lowered his face to mine and deeply kissed me. “Does that answer your question?” He smirked, and I laughed. We stood in silence for a moment, the hot water pouring down our hugging bodies.

“What do we do now, Dad?”

“That’s all up to you, son. I won’t do anything you don’t want. Well, unless you make me too horny to stop myself.” He laughed a deep rumbling laugh, and I laughed with him. “In case you didn’t notice, I can get pretty rough when I’m horny. And I’m not too easy to handle when it comes to size, either.”

“I want to be with you, Dad. I want to be intimate with you.” I half whispered as I stood on my tippy toes to kiss him. We both closed our eyes, and he moaned into the kiss, deepening it with his own force. Our kissing started getting heavy and before long, we were grinding against each other. My back arched, and he wrapped a strong arm around me, pulling my chest tighter against him. His hands began roaming my body as he growled into my mouth. His big hands reached my bubble butt, and he started groping more roughly, pulling my cheeks apart and kneading them like dough. One of his hands started rubbing close to my hole, and eventually one of his fingers found it. He circled it with a finger, gently teasing it and putting a bit of pressure.

I gasped into his mouth and moaned as the tip of his finger pushed inside of me.

“Are you--”

I stopped him. “I’m still a virgin, Dad. Last night was the first time I’ve ever sucked a cock before. Just a few minutes ago was actually the first time I’ve kissed someone. I’m practically a virgin in every sense of the word,” I laughed and he chuckled, too.

“Do you know your preferences?” He asked, looking down at me. I blushed.

“It’s kind of embarrassing.” I muttered. He kissed me before saying, “Trust me, boy, just tell me.” I sighed and played with the hair on his chest as my blush deepened.

“Well, if porn is any indication… I’m definitely a bottom. And very submissive. Maybe too submissive?” I ask rhetorically, and he laughed, making his pecs jump.

“What about you?” I asked him, meeting his eyes again. My smiling lips turned into a surprised "O", and my eyes fluttered shut as he pushed his finger deeper inside of my virgin hole.

“Let’s just say you should be glad it’s Friday night and not a school night.” He kissed me deeply before I broke our kiss to ask, “why?” He smirked and groped my ass with his other hand.

“Because when I’m through with you, you won’t be able to walk for a day or two.” He growled before kissing me and then my neck, nipping gently. One of his hands stayed on my ass, but the other pulled away from my hole and moved to my cock. He began stroking it, and I moaned into his grasp. I’d never had any one touch me before. I was so transfixed that I couldn't do much but moan and squeeze my dad’s arms to steady myself. He stopped nipping my neck, and I could feel his hot breath on my ear.

“I’m your Dad, son, and that means I’m in charge.” He stroked me faster. “After we dry off, I’m going to carry you to my bed and pin you down.” I moaned into his shoulder, my legs shaking with pleasure.

“I’m going to pin you down and kiss you and bite your ears like this,” he growled before gently nipping my ear. My head felt light, and a crimson blush made my face burn and tingle.

“And then I’m going to flip you over and I’m going to taste your hole, boy. But don’t get used to me saying that, because before this night is over, that hole is going to belong to me.” His tone was commanding and definitive. I knew he was going to do exactly what he said, and more. He and mom were similar in that respect.

“I’m going to own you, son. You’re going to be my boy and my boy alone, understood? I’m going to own every inch of your body. And since you’re mine, I’m going to pop that sweet cherry, and I’m going to plant my load deep inside your belly.” He squeezed my ass as my body quivered against him. My skin was tingling from the stimulation, and I was shaking so hard that Dad was holding me up with his strong arms.

“And you aren’t going to waste a single drop, understood? You’re going to keep my seed inside you. And then we’re going to go to bed together. And you know what’s going to happen in the morning, son?” He asked, but I was too weak to answer.

“Every morning, if I wake up first, you’re going to get woken up by Daddy’s big cock splitting your tight hole wide open. And if you wake up first, you’re going to blow Daddy until I wake up. Either way, son, my load is always going inside you. And it’s staying there.”

I was shaking hard that my knees felt like putty. I could feel the pressure building in my cock, and I started bucking into my Dad’s hand.

“P-please, Dad!” I slurred, consumed in lust.

“Shoot, boy!” He commanded, and bit my neck, pushing me over the edge. I cried out as my cock shot stream after stream of the biggest load I’d ever shot in my entire life. Still nothing compared to how much my dad cums. I spasmed against my dad’s strong body, and he held me upright as my knees gave out. I sagged against him, breathless and moaning softly, delirious with desire.

“Good boy.” He growled while rubbing my back. He lifted my chin to angle my face towards him and started kissing me deeply. I eventually gained my composure and met his level of lust. Our kiss deepened, and his tongue started invading my mouth. I let him do as he pleased as our bodies grinded together. Suddenly, he grabbed my hips and spun me around so that my chest was pinned against the shower wall with him behind me.

He started kissing and biting at my neck, growling possessively into my ear. His kisses travelled to the back of my neck before he backed away and let out a cat call whistle.

“Damn, son, have you been working out just for me? Shit, this ass is so fucking amazing!” I laughed at his animalistic excitement. He slapped my ass a few times, making me yelp in surprise.

“Watch this,” he said before winding up and slapping my ass hard. I cried out in pain and jump in place, but Dad was rubbing the spot he hit.

“Just making sure you know who this belongs to now,” he growled in my ear, making my ass jiggle with his hands. I could see from the mirror that he left a massive red handprint on my ass. It stung bad, but him rubbing it helped.

His hands then started spreading my bubble butt and letting the water run over my hole. He moved close to me again, roughly pinning my face against the shower wall. One of his hands rested on my hip while the other started rubbing my hole again, making me gasp.

“Relax for me, son.” He commanded, his finger rubbing circles around my tight, virgin hole. The second he told me to relax, it was like something in my brain bypassed my logical center and went straight to my reaction center. Before I could even think, my hole relaxed, and Dad’s finger easily slid inside.

I gasped, and my hole tightly clenched around his finger.

“Fuck, that’s a tight grip there, boy.” he moaned into my ear and started pushing his finger deeper inside like before. He slowly pushed his finger in and out before pulling it all the way out. My tight hole clenched shut behind his finger.

Dad grabbed the shampoo and soaped up his hands, washing my ass and taint. His finger, now slippery with soap, slid right into my hole without much resistance. He opened me up until he was able to fit two fingers snuggly inside me, cleaning me inside. He was twisting his fingers inside me, when suddenly they hit a spot that made my cock jolt. I gasped and moaned against the wall in shock.

“Ohhh, I think I found something,” Dad chuckled devilishly before rubbing that same area. I gasped again, and my knees nearly gave out. Dad held me up as he continued to play with my sensitive prostate. While his hand probed me, he moved the other to my face and slid two fingers into my mouth. I automatically started sucking and moaning as he explored both my holes simultaneously.

And just as quickly as it started, it stopped. Dad withdrew his fingers from my hole and mouth before turning me around to face him again.

“I’d say we’re pretty clean by now, right?” He smirked, and I responded with an excited, “yes, Sir!” He chuckled and turned off the shower.

We both stepped out, and Dad toweled me off, making sure to get every inch of me mostly dry. He also dried my hair for me, and I caught him smiling at me in the mirror. His smile faded, though, and he looked sad for a second.

“What’s wrong, Dad?” I asked, hugging him.

“I need to apologize to you, Caleb.” He was using my name, so I knew it was serious.

“What for?” I asked, confused. He contemplated for a moment.

“I know this is all exciting now, but I practically ignored you for nearly two years. I drank my days away until I couldn’t feel anymore, and that’s not okay.” His voice grew more emotional, and I stared deeply into his eyes, my own starting to swell with tears.

“I’m so sorry that I was distant, even with you living under my roof. I knew I was gay from a young age like you, but I made myself man up and push it down until I thought I could ignore it. But it made me feel empty inside, and I went to alcohol to numb that emptiness. And I avoided you because just like you were attracted to me, I was attracted to you, and I knew no father should have those kinds of feelings towards his son. I promise that I’m going to make the time up to you. I will. I am so sorry, son. You are so brave for accepting yourself for who you are, and you helped me do that too.” He was almost crying, and I was softly crying against his chest. We needed this.

“It’s okay, Dad. It was hard, of course, but I knew you were going through a lot of depression and hard mental battles. I know you’ll make it up to me. It’s going to take time to build a better relationship, but I think this is a pretty damn good start.” I smiled at him through my tears. His face looked so content and proud of me. He wiped my tears with his eyes.

“You’re so brave, Caleb. I couldn’t have asked for a better son.” He hugged me, and then we walked out of the bathroom together. I was still sniffling when my feet were swept up from under me. My arms flailed and wrapped around my dad’s neck as he carried me bridal style to his bedroom. He plopped me down on the bed and quickly climbed on top of me, pinning me just like he’d promised.

My hands grew needy and reached for his cock, but he grabbed my wrists and pinned my hands above my head with one hand while grabbing the small of my back with the other. It still surprised me how strong he was.

He kissed me deeply and ground his big cock against my smaller one. As we kissed, he wedged his legs between mine, and I naturally spread my legs wide, wrapping them around his waist. The hand that was resting on the small of my back slid its way down to my hole. He pushed a finger against my it.

“Open, son.” He commanded, intensely staring into my eyes. Again, the jolt of reaction was faster than my rational brain, and his finger quickly slid inside before clenching around him.

“You are so obedient, son. It’s like you were made for me.” He growled into my ear and bit my neck as I gasped beneath him. He fingered me for a solid few minutes while kissing before sitting up on his knees and lifting my legs.

“I need to taste your sweet pussy.” He snarled hungrily, the animal side coming out. Seeing him like that sent a shiver of pure pleasure and adrenaline down my spine. There was just something about your dad pinning you down and telling you what to do, knowing that you couldn’t stop him even if you wanted.

He began kissing my tight pucker, and then pressed his tongue against my hole. I relaxed slightly, and his tongue slid inside. I gasped and squirmed beneath him as he ate my ass. He rubbed his spiky, trimmed beard against my hole, making me writhe in pleasure. Eventually, he worked two fingers inside me until, alternating with his tongue, until my hole was soaked with his spit. He met my eyes, and an animalistic grin split his face. His pupils were dilated with pure lust. In one swift motion, he let go of my hands pinned above my head, wrapped his hands around my waist, and flipped me over onto my stomach.

I didn't even have time to react before Dad was hot dogging my ass with his massive cock. I knew that he had me in this position for a reason. He planted his arms on either side of my head and leaned down, biting the back of my neck.

“Brace yourself, son,” he grunted into my ear. “Cause once I get started, I don’t think you’re going to be able to do much to stop me.” The hairs on the back of my neck stood up with a rush of adrenaline.

“I’m going to pop your cherry, boy. And then I’m going to mark my territory. You’re going to have my seed so deep inside your belly.” He rubbed my belly with a large, firm hand while he said that. I let out a small moan and couldn't help myself from pushing back against him. He let out a deep growl.

“Fuuuck,” he grunted as his cock head my hole. I whined and looked for anything to hold onto. I knew he was about to start forcing his cock inside me. I noticed his arms planted on either side of my head, and grabbed at his hair, muscular forearms. His precum-slicked cock head started forcing my hole open. I cried out as the head slid in with a pop. Dad growled at the feeling.

“I-I’m sorry, son,” he weakly managed. I could tell he was doing his best to hold back, but now that my cherry was popped, he couldn't hold back any longer. I couldn't do anything except grip his strong arms tighter, preparing myself for the rocky ride ahead.

With a single, forceful thrust, Dad pushed every massive fucking inch of his thick cock into my ass, splitting my hole wide open. I cried out and struggled beneath him, my nails digging into his forearms, but there was no stopping him now. He didn't wait for me to adjust. He started pulling out until only his cockhead remained. I braced as he slammed his entire length inside me again, making me yelp in pain, tears pricking the corners of my eyes. It hurt so bad, but there was something deeper than the pain. I could tell pleasure was around the corner, bubbling up to the surface with every brutal thrust.

I could feel how deep Dad was inside me, almost like he was in my stomach. He pushed deeper with every thrust, and his thick cock scraped against my sweet spot over and over.

I felt his forearms start to shift, and then he moved his arms to wrap around my chest, holding me in an iron vice. I held on with both hands for dear life as he pounded harder. All I could do was hold on. However, the pleasure inside me kept building as my dad kept pounding. I felt it like a pressure in my prostate as his cock crushed it, back and forth with every thrust. It was like constant stimulation in my hole.

Dad was grunting and growling like an animal, biting my neck and ears. He let go of me and sat up so he could wrap his hands around my waist and fuck me harder. I was left gasping, clutching at the bedspread as he jolted my body back and forth.

His hands began sliding up my back to my neck. My back arched for him, and he pulled my torso up with his fingers tightly bound around my neck. I grasped his hands that were tight around my neck, but his grip was like steel. My head jerked back and forth as he fucked me deeper still, taking advantage of my vulnerable, helpless position. I could feel my head start to tingle, and stars blinked in and out of my vision. In a moment of panic, I tried to pry his strong fingers from my neck, to no avail.

My vision darkened before tunneling. My heart was racing out of pure fear and adrenaline. Suddenly, a wave of pure bliss rushed through me like ice on a burn, and my vision faded as I passed out. Dad let go of my neck, and my body slumped down on the bed, unconscious, as he continued to brutally fuck me. He gripped my waist again and pulled my ass back to meet his powerful thrusts, my body jolting around like a doll.

Suddenly, I felt a jolt, and then pain before waves of pleasure, as I returned to consciousness. It was hard to catch my breath because every time Daddy pounded me, it pushed the air from my lungs. It was an incredible feeling to wake up to. I gasped for air as I was pounded over and over. I could feel his thrusts becoming more frantic and needy. I knew what’s coming.

I tried to lift my dizzy head, but one of Dad’s strong hands pushed my head back down into the sheets. His body fell on top of mine as he thrusted into me, trying to go as deep as he can. He was so big that his body covered mine completely, smothering me beneath his immense weight and fur. He was grunting and growling into my ear, and his breath was hot on the back of my neck. I hadn’t realized, but at some point, I had already cum, and I was getting close to a second climax.

Dad thrusted harder and started grunting louder. One of his hands slid around my neck, and he shoved two fingers into my mouth to suck on while the other hand braced himself against my lower stomach. I could feel his cock swell inside me, and my own cock started to release.

I let a cry as my cock shot into the bed once more. My hole spasmed around his thick cock, pushing him over the edge as well. He roared and bit down onto my neck before slamming his cock into me over and over like a wild animal. I could feel the heat of his seed flooding inside me, filling me up. I didn’t know a man could cum so much. I could feel more gushing inside me than when I blew him. I whimpered and whined helplessly beneath him as he collapsed on top of me, his sweat soaking both me and the bed.

As he slowly came down from his high, his entire demeanor changed.

“Are you okay, did I hurt you?” He asked me urgently. I was still feeling the after effects of the pleasure and could hardly form a sentence. He saw my face in a look of goofy bliss and chuckled. “Guess you enjoyed that too, huh?” All I could do was nod.

He rolled us onto our side, spooning me, his cock still deep inside my hole.

“Son, you have the best goddamn pussy.” He kissed the back of my neck and the sore areas that still had bite marks.

“Although, it’s mine now. I’ve claimed and marked this hole as my own.” I managed a weak “yes, Sir,” and he chuckled, still breathing hard from the intense fuck session.

“How was that, son? Did you like it?” He asked me, and I finally answered with a breathless “fuck yes.”

“Good, because I’m going to break this goddamn hole in until it's gaping and your belly is stuffed with my cum.” He began slowly thrusting in and out of my slick hole. He was somehow still rock hard.

“Please, Sir.”

~~~

Four breeding sessions later, my endurance was completely depleted. Well, it was depleted after he pumped me full with his third load, but Dad just let me lay there while he pumped his fourth and final load into me. Say what you want, but I was almost positive my stomach was a little distended from the sheer fuckton of cum inside me.

Dad finally pulled out, leaving me exhausted, sweaty, and entirely out of breath on my stomach. He gave my raw and red ass a final spank. It hardly stung at this point. During the second round, he decided to really get into the spanking, and now my ass was a crimson red and covered in bright handprints. I could feel the air hit my gaping and used hole when he rolled off of me. My prostate was practically numb, and my insides felt raw, but holy fuck did it feel good. I must’ve came at least six times. And it wasn’t like I could’ve stopped him if I wanted to, not that I wanted to.

“Is this what it’s going to be like every night?” I asked, still catching my breath. I was still lightheaded from the several times Dad had choked me.

“If that’s a complaint, you better bet your ass it is.” He laughed.

“No complaints here, just wondering.” He got a tad more serious.

“It won’t be like this every night, but I keep my promises. And I promised that you wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow,” he said before leaning over and biting my ass, causing me to yelp.

“Now, your hole is going to need a break tomorrow, so I’m expecting you to wake up before me. At least if I were you, I’d want to wake up early and blow my dad rather than wake up to my bruised hole getting battering rammed again.” He chuckled. “But I guess that’s up to you.”

Dad was laying on his back, and I used my arms to crawl halfway onto him, resting my head on his chest.

“That was fucking amazing.” I moaned before drifting off to sleep on his hairy, sweaty pecs.

The next morning, I woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs. My stomach audibly growled at the sweet and smoky scent. I moaned and tried to get up, but my ass hurt so bad I could hardly move my legs. I guess Dad really did keep his promises. My neck was sore too, and I could feel the bite marks from last night like an asymmetric necklace.

Dad walked in with a plate of bacon, eggs, and a sausage, with a glass of orange juice.

“Well look who’s finally awake.” I heard behind me. He put the dish and glass down on the nightstand and crawled on top of me, kissing the sore back of my neck.

“Fuck. I didn’t wake up before you.” I whimpered when I realized what’s going to happen.

“You know, when I woke up, I thought about fucking you awake. But I had some control and held back. I really wrecked you last night. You’re going to need a bit of a break.”

“Thank you, Daddy.” I sighed in relief.

“Can you move your legs?” He asked genuinely.

“Not much.” I groaned as I try to move them a bit, but even moving my hips hurt. I worked out a lot, but the constant battering definitely took a toll.

“Perfect.” He smirked devilishly and hopped off of the bed. He came around and gently picked me up.

“Did your stomach get bigger?” He laughed, poking my gut.

“Yeah, well I guess that happens when you pump a fuckton of cum into someone’s guts.” I chuckled.

“No swearing, young man. I’ll have to spank you if you do.” He said and laughed when I groaned even at the thought of getting spanked again like last night.

He carried me to the shower and carefully put me on my feet. My legs almost immediately gave out, and Dad held me in his arms. He turned on the shower and held me steady as he cleaned my hole. It hurt, bad, but it was necessary. Miraculously, my hole was already almost right back to the same tightness as before, but the pain and bruising made his cleaning hurt. My guts rumbled as Dad fingered my abused hole. I moaned as I felt his seed gush out of my guts. It began spilling out, splashing down on the tiled shower floor and sliding down my legs.

“Good boy,” Daddy rubbed my back as I emptied out his four massive loads down the shower. It was a lot more cum than I was expecting. It felt like it was never going to end.

“I’m so proud of you, son, you took so much of Daddy’s seed inside you.” He kissed me, and I moaned as the last of it ran down my legs.

After thoroughly cleaning me, Dad carried me back to the bed and helped me get comfortable. He climbed into bed next to me and kept me company as I rested. Before I drifted off, I couldn't help but feel immense happiness with everything that had happened. My dad and I could finally see eye to eye and build a better relationship. My feelings were affirmed and mirrored by my own father, who protected and cared for me.

The last thing I heard as I slipped into unconsciousness was my dad sighing, fully contented, “God, I’ve got big plans for you, son. Big plans.”