lots of filth in this one. hope you enjoy it.
I stood there, kneeling on my son’s bed, muscly chest heaving as I came down from a high that almost ended in an orgasm. My hard cock twitched in front of my boy’s face, who was still choking and recovering from the face fucking I gave him.
“Fucking hell, Matthew, sir.” He said coughing up spit. Chuckled hearing the fake name I’d given him. “You don’t play around.” A playful smirk grew on his face as he looked up. I wonder what the expression in his eyes was right now beneath the blindfold. I wondered what it would be if I took it off and he saw his dad, looking down at him.
“I didn’t come to play.” I answered plainly. I reached for his throat and pulled him up to my face. My grip was gentle, but firm. “I came to fuck a boy.” I continued “A boy that has spent the last three weeks begging for my cock.” I could feel his shallow breaths against my face, and I knew he could feel mine as well. I felt his hands reach for my body. Grabbing my hairy pecs and playing with my nipples. I smiled at him, even though he couldn’t see it. He was one horny fucker. Like father, like son, I guess.
“On all fours, boy.” I commanded after a moment, letting go of his neck and getting off the bed. I walked around it as he got into position. He leaned forward, putting his hands on the bed, bending and arching that back, opening those sweet plump ass cheeks I had been jacking off to this past month. I could barely believe they were finally within reach of me. As I got back onto the bed, kneeling behind him, I reached forward, placing a palm onto his ass. It was fuzzier up close than I imagined. He was completely smooth in some of the pictures he’d sent me, but now light brown hair covered his cheeks like peach fuzz, getting slightly thicker near his pink, winking hole. Unnoticeable from a distance, but a welcome accessory from up-close. A man’s ass. My son’s. Almost like mine, except I was a bit harrier.
“What a sight.” I exclaimed as I placed my other hand on the other cheek, starting to play with the soft muscular flesh I was groping. Gently I would squeeze, pinch, part and push together the two globes to the delight of the moaning man they belonged to. My fingers, inching closer and closer to his hole would tease, probe and circle the pink entrance to my son’s innermost parts. I caressed his hole, taint and balls before lifting my hand and then bringing it swiftly to his flesh. He gasped as I spanked him, his hands clenching into fists. I’d never ever spanked him before. That sort of “disciplining” was never something his mother or I were fans of. This, however? Oh, this was something I could get behind. I looked at his face in this wardrobe’s mirror. I looked at my strong body behind him. Somehow it all looked just right.
“Have you been a good boy, kid?” I asked him before laying down another slap on his soft skin, the sound echoing through the otherwise empty room.
“Yes, daddy.” He answered, voice trembling with arousal. My other hand roamed over his back, feeling the goosebumps on his soft skin that each slap caused.
“Is that so?” I asked, mocking him “I don’t think I believe you.” I said, spanking him again, harder this time, but not enough to actually hurt him.
“Ah.” He hissed through gritted teeth.
“I think, you’ve been bad, naughty even.” I continued. “I bet your pops doesn’t know you spend your free time kneeling at a glory hole, does he?” Another spank. “I bet he doesn’t know what you’re doing here and now, in his house.” Another. “I bet he doesn’t even suspect what a dirty perv his son is.” And another.
His skin was red now, probably starting to sting. I looked at his reflection and he looked maddeningly hot. Cheeks flushed and red, mouth open as he panted deep breaths, his whole body gently rocking back and forth, unable to contain his arousal at my words and actions.
“Am I right boy?” I kept on going. “I bet he couldn’t even imagine that his boy bends over for strangers, while he’s out running his errands. Could he, boy?”
“No, sir.” He answered quickly, shaking his head as I spanked him again.
“That’s what I thought.” I said as I started kneading his ass as I leaned forward, pressing my chest against his back and my cock against his crack and starting to grind against him, sliding the shaft up and down against his hole.
“What would he think of you if he saw you now, boy?” I asked teasing him “If he walked through that door right now?” I whispered, my lips now inches away from his ear. “Think he’d kick my ass, for whoring his boy out like this?” I asked, a low groan escaping my lips as I felt his hole twitching against my length “You know what I think?” I asked, biting his earlobe gently.
A high breathy moan followed as he opened his lips to answer.
“What, sir?” he asked pushing his body back against mine, the friction and contact between us driving me mad with arousal.
“I think after the initial shock, even he wouldn’t be able to resist your holes.” I told him teasingly, my voice now deep and husky, my hot breath hitting his ear as a low chuckle rumbled through me before I started kissing his neck, slowly making my way down his entire body: along his muscular shoulder and back, further down his narrow waist and the arch of his lower back, until the musk of his hole hit me. The scent of sweat and his spit, that my cock spread around, filling my nostrils.
I parted his cheeks yet again and spat on his hole, the thick wad landing dead center a second before my fingers started spreading it around. My thumb probed his hole gently and I felt him immediately relax as my finger slipped inside with minimal resistance. He gasped at the intrusion, but rocked his hips back, nonetheless. The ease with which he accepted me inside of him told me one thing, this was a well worked hole. Nineteen or not, my boy seemed to be an expert in the art of being a slut for men. I began to wonder how many anonymous cocks he had pleased at that glory hole, how many loads he and Seth had swallowed together, how many men they had brought to bliss with their velvety throats and frictionless asses. I should have been repulsed at the mere thought of this, but the truth is, the images my mind created were only spurring me on to find out faster exactly how true those perverse thoughts were.
I let my thumb slide out and caressed his taint and balls, sliding my hand forward to grip his leaking cock and start stroking it slowly. At the same time leaned forward and with a wet tongue out I finally tasted my son’s ass. With a long wet drag all the way down from his smooth low-hanging ball sack, up along his taint, I savored his salty taste until I reached the pink softness of the boy pussy I was about to wet. A long, drawn-out moan escaped my son’s mouth as I began feasting on his ass. My tongue licked and probed with long drags across his receptive hole, the wet sounds of a rim job filling the room. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to get lost in the moment. If I died right now, I would die a happy man. I had always loved eating pussy. That was one department Andrew’s mom had no complaints in. I guess all my experience from her had now turned out to be for his benefit.
My boy moaned and writhed under me, with one of my hands stroking his cock. I moved the hand that was pulling his ass cheeks apart and wrapping my arm over his waist I pulled his ass back towards me and held him in place. With nothing to spread them for me anymore, I felt the soft touch of his cheeks on mine, their fuzz, tingling my skin gently, my beard no doubt giving him a similar feeling.
After lapping up at his hole like a thirsty dog in its water bowl, I stuck my tongue out and started tonguing him. He didn’t need it in the slightest, I could feel his hole was lose around it, but I wanted to drive him crazy, to have him begging for it by the time I finally brought my cock to his entrance.
Pulling my face away, I let go of his cock, put my middle finger in my mouth and then with a swift motion slid it inside of him. Just like before with my thumb, there was no friction whatsoever. No resistance on his part. He took it easily, arching his back and further opening himself to me. I fingered him like that for a moment, before adding a second and a third finger, finally starting to feel his muscles struggle around the thickness of my digits.
He grunted and moaned as I started slowly sliding my three fingers in and out of him, while looking around his room, scanning for lube. Just as I noticed it conveniently placed on the bedside table, I heard a creak coming from somewhere. It was quick and barely noticeable. I looked around a bit spooked but there couldn’t be anyone there. It was my goddamn house, and I lived with Andrew only. It must have been the floor due to the weight on the bed or something.
I pulled out my fingers out of Andrew and reached for the lube. I poured a generous amount directly into his hole and then some more on my fingers, quickly returning them to his gaping pussy.
He moaned and gasped with each touch of mine, I could barely believe how cock hungry I had gotten him.
“Just a couple more moments, son.” I told him teasingly. “I want to make sure your hole will handle everything I am about to give you.”
“Fuck, daddy, thank you.” He moaned, the desperation in his voice clear to me. “All I can think about is how good it seemed for Seth, and how jealous I was for not offering my as to you back then.” He admitted
“That’s alright boy. I’m about to do the same to you.” I told him as I added a fourth finger, his eagerness making my cock twitch.
He squealed as I did so, but I was unrelenting. My cock wasn’t the longest at seven inches, but it was girthy, and I knew once I was fucking my boy, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself or slow down, so I needed to make sure that his cunt was lose enough and well lubricated for what I was about to put him through. I started moving my fingers, feeling him clench around me. I wasn’t going too deep and I kept alternating between three and four fingers until I felt the pressure of his rim lessen to a point where it was steady around my digits, but it wasn’t squeezing them tightly. He was ready.
Even though I hadn’t touched my cock at all in the last ten minutes or so, I was still rock hard. I poured some lube on it and spread it well all over my shaft and head. I opened a condom, making sure he heard the packaging rustle, but threw it to the side. He’d wanted me to use one thinking I was a stranger, but I wasn’t. And he and Seth were the only people I’d been sexually active with in the past year anyway, so there was no chance I could give him something. Was it immoral? Fuck yeah, but what about any of the things I was doing in my son’s bedroom was moral. I only had to hope he’d be too horny to tell the difference because there was no chance I was going to pass up what was probably going to be my only chance to feel his hole on my bare cock.
I lined up my head with his hole and leaned forward. Laying my chest on top of his back. Towering over him with one arm on each side of his body, I started slowly pushing forward.
“Here it goes, boy, what you’ve been waiting for.” I told him, my lips brushing against his ear as I spoke to him. “Are you ready for some dad cock?” I asked teasingly.
“Fuck yes, dad.” He answered. There it was again: him submitting to that forbidden desire I was nurturing inside of him.
“That’s right, son.” I kept going. “You’re finally gonna get your daddy’s meat deep into your hole.” I bit his earlobe gently and felt him shudder beneath me.
A deep guttural moan escaped his lips as my head pushed past his rim, but I didn’t let up. I kept on pushing, feeling him stretch around me and engulf the very shaft that had made him twenty years ago.
“Fuck.. you put a condom on, right?” he asked with noticeable hesitation in his voice.
I wrapped my right hand around his waist to hold him in place as I sucked on his ear.
“Of course I did, boy. I’ve been honest with you so far, haven’t I?” I lied hissing through gritted teeth as the thickest part of my shaft reached his rim. With one final steady push, I bottomed out in him and stayed there, giving him a moment to adjust.
“Right.” He answered finally in between deep breaths as he got used to me. I don’t know if he believed me, but it was either that or it seemed he was too horny to care at this point.
I started gently rocking my hips back and forth, pulling out and fucking my length back into him, the strokes becoming longer each time, until I was pistoning in and out of him.
His moans were loud. Curses and pleads, filling his room with sound as I gave him everything I had. I was kissing his neck and shoulders, giving him all the comfort I could without denying myself the animalistic pleasure of fucking him like a bitch in heat. My lips danced on his skin, teeth gently biting the soft flesh until I felt his head turn to me and his lips found mine. Locked in a kiss, we both moaned and groaned into each other, as our bodies danced together in a harmony that wasn’t meant for a father and son. Every thrust of my pelvis, his hips met with eagerness and desire to take me in deeper than they did a second ago. His body responded to mine with the same hunger that I felt for him. God, this was so wrong, and yet it was the best thing I had ever dared to do. I felt drunk plowing into him and feeling him squirm beneath me and yet plead and beg for more. Every filthy word coming out of his mouth spurred me on to fuck him harder, deeper, better, like no one but his own father could.
Leaning back up and getting on my knees behind him I placed a hand on each of his shoulders, pulling his torso back, making him arch his back further as I picked up the pace even more. I slid my left hand down his back, caressing his muscles and waist before spanking his ass and grabbing him by the waist.
“There you go, boy. That’s what you wanted right?” I asked, arrogant and sure I was giving him a fuck he would remember for the rest of his life. His answer came in the form of a long string of moans as his whole body rocked back and forth in the rhythm of my thrusts.
“Fuck daddy, please don’t stop.” He pleaded a moment later “Please, it’s so good.”
A cocky grin grew on my face as his filthy words kept on coming, an audible proof of how good of a fucker his daddy was. I moved my gaze to the mirror on the wardrobe door and admired the beautiful sight reflected in it. Our bodies becoming one, my powerful thrusts, his thick pecs bouncing up and down as I fucked him, his neck bending back as my hand moved from his shoulder to his neck. And then I noticed it.
The door, slightly ajar. Just a centimeter, but ajar, nonetheless. The creak that followed as it closed completely. The goosebumps that it raised on my body. The panic that set in me as I froze in place. There was only one person this could be.
“Seth?” I called out, trying to keep my voice as calm as possible, wondering how the hell I was going to salvage this.
