Son Revels Over Daddy’s Fuck

My name is Kenneth, but dad calls me Ken. I was quite young when I first saw my father’s balls. He was taking a nap, wearing only his boxer shorts, lying on the stomach, two big hairy balls sticking out. I was shocked because mine were not bigger than marbles tucked in a smooth satin bag.

Daddy’s most precious possession was a sedan Edsel car, 1958 Citation model. It derived its name from Edsel Ford, son of company founder Henry Ford. Dad paid a reduced price because he is foreman at Ford Motors in Windsor, Canada. We wash the white and blue car every Saturday. One afternoon, the water running from the hose made me want to take a leak.

“Dad, now I have to pee.”

“Me too, Ken, let’s go behind the garage.”

I needed to piss so badly that I immediately took my dick out and let my amber jet splash on the weeds at my feet. Dad pulled down his zipper and popped out a huge cock. His stream was so damn powerful; I thought he was a firefighter with a gigantic hose. He certainly noticed that I was in awe of his fat sausage.

“Don’t worry, son, your weiner will grow. It’s just a matter of time.”

“I hope you’re right, daddy, cause I want to be like you when I get older.”

In high school, we were three friends who walked home together, taking a shortcut through a hidden path where we sometimes stopped to pee. At 16, we had discovered masturbation and we sometimes jerked off to compare the size of our hard cock. Jonathan told us that he liked eating his jizz and said that he would love to scoop our white gold. No one dared to accuse him of being a faggot because he was a champion football player and would have kicked our ass badly. We let him finger our juicy slits and swallow the last drippings.

One day, I was walking alone with Jonathan and he hinted on how a weiner in his mouth would be a hot experience. Holy fuck! A guy wanted to suck my dick. I couldn’t believe it. And not just any guy, the high school’s most popular student. He ordered me to pull my pants down and to brush my little package in his face. He squeezed my hazelnuts, kissed the tip of my mushroom – which got me hard as iron – and greedily engulfed my veiny little shaft. It felt fuckingly amazing. As he pumped my teenager juice, he masturbated himself with an incredible energy. I didn’t know the name for what we were doing, but he later told me that I had “face-fucked” him like a pro. One thing for sure, I flooded his mouth with ropes of creamy nectar. He swallowed the entire load while shooting his own Milky Way (name of a bar produced by Mars, white inside and chocolate on the outside).

One evening, daddy asks me if I can soap and scrub his back while he’s taking a shower. Wow! I will see him totally naked. More than that because he invites me to also get undressed and join him for a mutual clean-up. OMG, will I get a hard-on…? I do my best to rub his hairy wide back and he likes it so much that he asks me to go further down. “Don’t be shy, Ken, this is just between you and me, between Daddy and Son. We both have a cock, two balls and an arse that need cleaning. Feel free to squeeze and scrub the merchandise. I intend to do the same for you.”

Holy Fuck! My dick will certainly get hard in my dad’s hand. I first concentrate on the ass – round, firm and fury –, then attack the balls, the size of grapefruits. I try to act as if I am simply washing part of his virile anatomy, but it is obvious that I’m playing with his low-hanging ding-dongs, and enjoying it. By this time, our cocks are both hard. I do not know about his, but mine is getting pretty juicy. On that note, daddy takes the lead: “Ken, I will tell you a secret. The best way to wash a cock is to engage into soapy masturbation.” He pours some shampoo in his right hand, takes one step away from the jet of water, and starts to beat his meat. It doesn’t take him long to brush his sausage against my weiner, and switching from jerking his cock to pumping mine.

I’m a quick learner, so I lose no time in doing the same. Wow! It is so fuckin hot to feel a thick manly weapon pulsing in my hand. Daddy enjoys it as much as me. We grin at each other, feeling the sap boiling up in our virile pipe. The quick explosion is a total revelation: I have as much jizz as my dad, and it is even thicker. “I’m proud of you, Ken, you have what it takes to became a man!” A rapid rinse puts an abrupt end to our first sexual experience but I know that there will be other virile encounters.

In the days that follow, Jonathan and I walk back home from school, along with Freddy. When Jonathan suggests that we jerk off together, Freddy says that he has a better idea. “Who wants to feel my big cock up his ass?” Jonathan immediately says that he will skip his turn but announces that I’m the ideal candidate: “Ken has a small weiner and dreams of having a big sausage forced down his tight butt while sucking my dick.” Holy fuck! He’s reading my mind. Freddy’s tool is almost as huge as daddy’s meaty rod. I want it even though I’m afraid it will be painful.

I lose no time in pulling down my blue jeans and white undies. I apply spit on my ass hole and I bend down to receive Freddy’s thick dark shaft. He goes in slowly but it still hurts; I feel like begging him to stop but Jonathan’s dick fills my mouth. I gradually relax and start enjoying the pounding. When Freddy is ready to shoot his load, he pulls out his cock and squirts his cum on my buttocks. At the same time, Jonathan fills my mouth with creamy white gold. This is heaven on earth; I’m floating on cloud nine!

The following Saturday, dad and I wash the Edsel car. To thank me, he takes me to McDonald for a double cheeseburger featuring two 100% pure all beef patties topped with tangy pickles, chopped onions, ketchup, mustard, and two melty American cheese slices: 450 calories, but who’s counting? At night, when mom has gone to bed, we shower together. As soon as he soaps his dick, I position my ass to receive it hard and deep.

“Are you sure you want this, son? Your mom’s fat ass could never take it, and yours looks pretty tight.” 

“Daddy, I’ve never tried this before”, I lie shamefully, “but I want you to be the first one to shove the biggest meaty joystick in my sweet hungry butt! I’ve been told that my ass is pretty peachy; it’s all yours to fuck”

“You have no idea how I am proud of you, son. It will hurt at first, but trust me, the more I will pound your ass, the more you will bound with daddy.”

To my surprise, dad first slides his bat in my crack, slaps each hemisphere, tickles my shit hole with the tip of his dark red mushroom, applies some lube (he had already planned this),  and gradually penetrates me. It does hurt but I don’t want him to think that I’m a sissy, so I keep my mouth shut. Dad squeezes my butt cheeks as he pushes further in. That relaxes me and I start to moan with pleasure. “Wow! You’re doing well, son. You fuckingly excite me more than your mom.” I feel his joystick occupying all the place, stretching the limits for total enjoyment. “Great, fill me up with creamy family jizz. That will give a full meaning to daddy-son bonding.” I sense the rod pulsing and brace myself for a Big Bang explosion. Ropes on man juice flood my love canal. I am the happiest son on Earth.

“Ken, you have made me so proud of my big fat juicy dagger. When a daddy has a cock this size, it’s meant for a son’s tight peachy butt.”

“Fucking took its full meaning with you, daddy. From now on, my ass will only be fully satisfied by your God-given mammoth tool. They may call it incest, but to me it’s Love with a capital L.