Something to Be Thankful For

DISCLAIMER: The following story contains depictions of fisting. I know that’s not for everybody, so if it turns you off, feel free to skip this chapter. There’ll be more story to come featuring less extreme (but still extremely hot) action, and I wrote this chapter in such a way that you won’t be missing story details if you decide not to read it. Thanks to everyone for reading, and to those who choose to forge ahead with this chapter, I hope you love it!

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As usually happens when I fall asleep thinking about sex, I had a sex dream. I was in the gym locker room with my dad and another hot older man. I started making out with the other guy, and my dad took off his clothes. I turned and started kissing him instead and stroking his cock. We were suddenly in the den, and my brother was there watching us. That turned me on, so I turned to face away from my dad and bent over. Dad was going to fuck me while I stared straight at my brother. Unfortunately, as is usually the case, I woke up right before he penetrated me.

It was still the middle of the night, around 3 a.m. Everyone would be back from shopping by now and asleep in their beds. I had to piss, but I was rock hard. So, I lay there for a while trying to think of unsexy things to get my erection to go down. Once I was down to half-mast, I got up, threw on a pair of basketball shorts (I sleep in the raw), and went to piss.

I got back in bed and tried to fall back asleep, but I started thinking about everything that had happened. Thanks to the dream, I was extremely horny again. I reached down to feel my asshole and found that it was a little wet. I guess Dad and Uncle Andrés had cum super deep inside of me, because some of it was just now trickling out. The idea that cum was still leaking out of my ass from earlier made my dick spring to attention again. I inserted a couple of my fingers in my hole and started jacking off with my other hand.

Just then, my door opened a crack.

“Son, are you awake?”

It was Dad.

“Yeah.”

He slipped into the room, closing the door behind him.

“I heard you come out to use the bathroom.”

“Can’t sleep either?” I asked.

“Nope. Can’t stop thinking about earlier. Mind if I lie next to you for a bit.”

“Nah, come get in.”

I scooted over to make room for him, and he let his boxer briefs fall to the floor and climbed in under the sheets next to me. We were facing each other.

“Boy, I guess you were thinking about earlier too,” he said after bumping up against my hard cock.

“Haha, yeah.”

He draped his arm over my side, and I scooted a little closer to him till we were nose to nose. I could feel his cock hardening against my leg. I kissed him, and he grabbed my ass cheek with his large hand. We began to grind against each other. Eventually, I threw my leg over him and maneuvered myself so that his dick was rubbing against my hole. He grunted and rolled over onto his back, taking me with him so that I ended up straddling him.

I kissed him and started moving my hips so that the length of his dick was rubbing along my ass crack. Finally, I reached back and aimed the head at my hole. With nothing more than my desire and the cum left in my ass as lube, I sank down onto his cock until every inch was buried inside of me and then started riding him. It felt good to have him deep in me again.

“Your dick feels amazing,” I whispered.

“So does your ass. Being inside you just feels right.”

I leaned back slightly to change the angle so that his cock was really hammering my prostate.

“Fuuuuck!” I said.

I felt like if I kept this up, I might cum without touching myself.

“It was so hot seeing your hole stretched around your uncle’s cock and mine earlier,” Dad whispered. “I definitely want to do that to you again.”

“Hold that thought,” I said, and I reached over to pull lube and my large dildo out of my nightstand. “I used to ride this pretending it was you.”

He grinned at me and rolled us both over so that he was on top of me. Then he got up so he was kneeling between my legs.

“You have such a hot ass,” he said.

“Guess I take after you, then.”

He chuckled. He then took the dildo and lubed it up before shoving it in my hole.

“Look at that. Beautiful.”

He started thrusting the dildo in and out of my ass slowly and then took it out to bury his tongue in me. After that, he leaned back, stuck two fingers from each hand in my ass, and pulled them apart, stretching my hole open. He spat directly inside me and then shoved the dildo back in, pushing it in as far as it would go. I squirmed in pain and pleasure as the bulbous head pushed round the bend of my colon, straightening it out.

“Yeah, that’s it. Right there,” Dad said.

Then, holding the toy in my ass with one hand, he lined his cock up with my hole and thrust forward, shoving his entire length in alongside the dildo. Once more I felt that sensation of fullness that I’d experienced when I’d been DP’d earlier in the evening.

“Oh, fuck yeah, Daddy. Give it to me.”

And give it to me he did. He started pounding me hard—so hard that I was afraid the sound of his balls slapping against my ass would wake my brother in the next room.

“Fuck. Yes. Fuuuuuck,” I exclaimed, and I must have been getting too loud, because Dad shushed me and put his hand over my mouth while he continued fucking me.

Something about that action was incredibly hot to me. I liked that he was exerting control over me. We stared directly into each other’s eyes. I poured as much need into my expression as I could manage and let out a quiet, muffled, “Mhm.”

That clearly drove him wild, because he took his hand away and kissed me hard, even biting my lip a bit. His speed started to pick up, and then with a silent scream, he began to spasm and unloaded in me for the third time that night. As tightly as my ass was stretched around his dick and the dildo, I could feel it every time his cock throbbed, pumping another load of cum into me.

He collapsed on top of me, and I wrapped my arms around him. We lay there for a while until his dick softened and fell out of my ass. He got back up on his knees, and I started to sit up. He stopped me, though, pushing me back down onto the bed.

“No, no. We’re not done until I get you off.”

He pulled the dildo out of my ass and replaced it with three of his fingers. He then started stroking the walls of my ass while he slowly jerked me off with the other hand. It felt amazing.

“More, Daddy,” I moaned softly.

He added a fourth finger and started working his way deeper inside me. Once he was in past his knuckles, he started finger fucking me with long strokes. He continued jerking me off with his other hand and started lapping at my balls with his tongue. It drove me wild, and I arched my back in pleasure.

“You like that, Son?”

“Mhm,” I moaned.

There were so many sensations that it was overwhelming. I was buzzing with excitement. Pleasure seemed to resonate through me, reaching every nerve in my body. I had an intense feeling of need in my ass, like an itch that had to be scratched. I wanted more, wanted to be stretched. I made a decision.

“Dad,” I said more soberly.

He looked up at me, responding to my change in tone.

Looking into his eyes, I said, “More,” imbuing the word with as much significance as I could.

He grinned, seeming to understand, and grabbed the bottle of lube. He poured some more lube into my ass and over his hand and reinserted his four fingers, spreading the lube around. He then tucked his thumb up against his other fingers and pushed all five partway into my ass. He began rotating his hand, applying a gentle pressure, and I could feel my hole opening, bit by bit. I wanted this so bad.

“You’re doing great, Son. You’re halfway there.”

He applied some more pressure, and my hole opened further. I was now stretched around the widest part of his (sizeable) hand. He leaned forward and took my cock in his mouth, and with the rush of pleasure that gave me, I relaxed, allowing his hand to slip the rest of the way inside me. My hole clamped down on his wrist.

I’d thought I’d felt full before when I’d had his and my uncle’s cocks in me at the same time, but this was another level. The feeling was intense. It took everything in me not to cry out and wake everyone. Dad stopped sucking my cock to check in with me.

“You doing OK, sport?”

“Oh, I’m great! It feels … I’m amazing.”

He grinned and winked at me. “Good. You’re fucking incredible, you know that? I’m so proud of you.”

I beamed at this. The wave of pleasure that had rolled through me was almost eclipsed by the wave of love I felt toward him. Almost. But then he rotated his hand inside me slightly, and my attention was drawn back to the incredible thing happening in my ass.

“Now I’m going to show you just how proud of you I am,” he said, and then he started pumping his fist.

At first he would pull out slowly until I was stretched around the widest part of his hand again and then sink back in to his wrist, but as my ass got used to the invasion, he started pulling his hand out entirely and shoving it back in. It was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. When he wrapped his lips around my cock again, it seemed like every other sensory input suddenly stopped. There was only his mouth on my dick and his fist pounding my hole.

Dad was fully hard again and was jerking off with one had while he blew me and fisted my ass. The fist fucking intensified just as Dad started focusing on the head of my cock, and I felt myself approaching the edge.

“I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum!”

On hearing that, Dad plunged his hand into me one last time and curled it into a fist, causing me to explode in his mouth. He immediately swallowed my entire cock, and I shot load after load of cum down his throat.

As my orgasm started to taper off, he gently removed his fist from my hole, and I suddenly felt empty or hollow somehow. He plunged his cock into my ass, though, and started fucking me. I was super sensitive now that I’d just cum, but I didn’t care. I loved having him inside me. It didn’t take long for him to cum for the second time (the fourth time that night), and he once again flooded my ass with his seed.

Finally, he rolled off me, and the two of us lay there next to each other in blissed-out silence for several minutes. Dad eventually sat up and kissed me.

“I’d better get back to bed before your mother wakes up.”

“Right. Definitely,” I agreed.

“Talk in the morning?”

“Also definitely. Good night, Dad.”

“Goodnight, Son.”

And with that, he climbed out of my bed, slipped his underwear back on, and tiptoed out the door and back to his bedroom. I smiled contentedly, rolled over, and fell right back to sleep.