Date: Wed, 10 Apr 2019 19:37:25 +0000 (UTC)
From: Boy Daddy <badgod69@yahoo.com>
Subject: BOY DADDY, Part 6

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"BOY DADDY", Part 6

My 15-year old son Sam's first experience of fucking pussy was now behind
him, so to speak.  The escort I had hired to be his first fuck had just
left our hotel room in Vegas, and we were both pretty wasted from all the
chemicals we'd ingested to make the experience more fun, more intense.

I had paid Vanya for a four-hour session, and we had made the most of it.
The night had gone better than I had imagined it might.  Sam had fucked her
multiple times, gotten a mind-blowing blow-job, sucked on some perfect
titties, ate out his first pussy, watched me fuck her in the ass while he
fucked her cunt, double-fucked her pussy together, had his asshole licked
out, and possibly even more that I was too fucked-up to register.  I
figured what he'd done and had done to him was a great initiation into a
life of adventurous sex.

Both of us were still flying high from the Molly, the 5150 bar, the coke,
the alcohol, and the exhausting sex with Vanya.  Physically drained but
still amped up from all the drugs and our highly-charged sex drives, we
laid on the bed and talked about how it all went.

Sam was slurring his words a bit, an effect of the potent 5150 bar, which
reminded me that we still had a half bar left.  I asked him if he wanted to
split it with me, and he did.  So, we finished off the bar, knowing that
we'd be blazingly stoned and fairly incapacitated in under an hour.

We both remembered the video cam at the same instant, so the next 10
minutes were spent fiddling with the camera and watching a bit on the
playback screen just to see how it came out.  It looked and sounded
amazing, better than we'd hoped for.  Everything was clear and the sound
was fine.  Somehow or other we had managed to present good angles to the
cam for almost everything we did, even when we clearly weren't thinking
about good angles.  Sam could barely wait to see it on a big screen when we
got home.  Me, too.

Once we'd settled the video cam business, I asked Sam if he wanted anything
else to eat or drink, and he said yes to both.  He was, after all, a
growing teenage boy with a hearty appetite, plus, he'd just had nearly four
hours of continuous sex.  Of course he'd be ravenous.  I was pretty hungry,
too.

We got ourselves downstairs without mishap and laid into the food trays
after I hit the bar and poured myself another large whisky.  Sam had a
beer, as always.  When we'd had our fill, we stumbled back upstairs.

Before Sam had a chance to flop himself onto the bed, I said, "You need to
wash your dick off, bro.  After you fuck, always wash your dick.
Otherwise, it'll smell bad.  I need to wash mine, too, especially since I
fucked her ass.  Let's just take a shower, dude."

Sam nodded and said, "Yeah, I smell like pussy.  It's awesome while you're
down there, but I can't get the smell out of my nose and it's gettin' kinda
gross now."  Then he snickered like the totally wasted kid he was.

As Sam stumbled into the bathroom and turned the shower on, I opened the
closet and pulled out the plastic bag full of our dirty swaps and stinky
socks, scattered them on the bed, and then joined Sam in the shower.  I
wanted to clear out the smell of pussy and replace it with our own
masculine stinks.

The hot water pounded us, washing away all the cum, the pussy smell, the
sticky sex sweat, everything.  The wet heat was like a blanket wrapped
around us, making our over-wrought bodies relax into a blissful lethargy.

I took the soap from Sam and washed him, every part of him.  Then he took
the soap from me and did the same to my entire body.  It felt like a
bonding ritual, the right thing to do after a night of shared sex, a tender
ministering between two people deeply loved and adored.

When we were clean, we continued to let the hot water shower us.  I stood
directly behind Sam and pressed myself close against him.  Sam leaned back
into me and let me support his weight.  I wrapped my arms around his chest,
and Sam placed his hands over my forearms, as if holding me in place so I'd
never let him go.

God, I love Molly.

Suddenly feeling the 5150 surge, I started to lose my balance and took Sam
with me.  We laughed like kids as we caught ourselves before we fell on our
asses.  But it broke the intimate moment, so we turned off the shower,
dried off, and went back to the bedroom.

Sam and I both rushed the bed and hurled ourselves onto it, suddenly
gleeful from the 5150 and the high of the entire night.  Side-by-side, we
lay sprawled out on our backs, both of us with one arm crossed behind our
heads, our free hands fondling our own dicks.

"Dude, you're the fuckin' best ever," Sam said to me.

I rolled over to face him, propping myself up on my elbow.  "Yeah, well, I
think you're pretty damned awesome, too, bro," I told him, staring at his
luscious mouth.

Sam rolled himself over, too, propping himself up like me, his face so
close to mine I could smell the beer on his breath.

"No, but like, I mean, you're the best, most amazing, fun, smart, hella
fuckin' funny...and it's so fucking incredible that you're also my brother
besides being my best, best, best friend ever and forever.  AND you're my
dad!  Oh my god, that's so bizarre, I mean, like I get it, you're my
father, but...naaah, you're my brother, dude, no doubt about it."

I let him think out loud and tried to listen intently to everything he
said.  He was staring at me, his drug-dulled eyes at half-mast scanning
every part of my face, smiling as he spoke.  My head was almost spinning
from the 5150 bar, and I could tell Sam was completely baked, too.  But
this was important stuff, and I struggled to clear my head.

I ruffled his hair and gave him a slow-motion punch to the chin.  Sam
laughed quietly, still gazing at my face.

After a slight pause, he sat up straight and said, "Dude!  What was up with
Vanya saying we should fuck?!", laughing louder.

"I dunno, bro, that was trippy," I answered, laughing along with him.

"But why'd she say that?  Why do you think she said it?"  Sam's eyes were
wide and curious.

"She probably just wanted to see us do it `cause she thought it'd be hot to
watch," I said, playing this moment very carefully.

"Yeah, maybe," he said.  "I guess."

I needed to know more, immediately.  "Why, did it freak you out?"

Sam looked around the room for a moment, as if trying to figure out his
feelings.

"Sort of, yeah.  But only because she said it like that, outta the blue,"
he said.

"Well, she probably noticed how close we are and figured it would be the
next logical step.  You know what I mean?"

"You don't think she thought I was gay or something, do you?"

I laughed and said, "Bro!  You fucked her like a crazy man, I guarantee she
didn't think you were gay!"

Satisfied with these answers, Sam leaned back against the headboard and
slid down so just his head and shoulders were propped up.  I got into the
same position close beside him, our bodies touching.  This was nothing new,
but the drugs and the still-working Molly sent an electric charge of some
sort through us, making my cock lurch and start to thicken.

Beginning to lose touch with reality and shifting back and forth into what
felt like dreams, Sam's voice startled me awake.

"You put all our underwear on the bed, bro.  How come?"

Slurring, I said, "To get rid of the pussy smell."

Sam just grunted.  Then he inhaled slowly and deeply, ending in a huge yawn
as he stretched like a big puppy.  He started nudging my foot with his, so
I nudged his back until we were playing a rambunctious game of
footsy-wrestling.

When we tired of that, I waited a few seconds and then reached over and
started tickling his sides.  Sam squealed like a little boy happily at play
with his dad, trying to curl into a fetal position to protect himself from
my fast-moving fingers.

I sat up and straddled his hips, pinning him to the bed while I continued
tickling his ribs, Sam shrieking with laughter.  The sound of his
high-pitched giggling and gasping echoed in my head.

Out of breath and too stoned to continue, I took a break from playing.
Leaning back a bit, Sam's hard dick pressed against my sweaty ass and I
sighed from the searing heat of his boner.  He completely relaxed his body
and made a contented, murmuring sound in his throat.

I took his hands in mine and raised his arms above his head, holding them
there while I looked at him below me -- skin slick with sweat, stiff dick
pulsing with his heart beat, tapping my ass and leaving thin, glistening
tracks that I could feel.

"Dude, I'm so fucking wasted," I slurred at him, tasting the booze on my
breath.

Sam laughed out, "Sooo stoned...!"  I had to shush him, laughing like a
hyena, myself.

He stared up at me, trying to focus his eyes, now shining too bright and
glassy from all the shit in his system.  He was breathing through this
mouth, slightly exposing his teeth, that tiny chip in his front tooth
making my cock start leaking pre-cum on his tummy.  He broke into a grin
and closed his eyes, sliding his legs over the devastated sheets and moving
his hips around.

I leaned down and deeply inhaled the scent emanating from his sweaty
armpits, the damp hair lightly brushing my nose and mouth.  Sam was
breathing heavily.  I flattened my tongue and lapped all up and down both
pits, savoring the sweet tang of his fresh sweat.

This was all new territory.  I had never made such unabashedly sensuous
physical contact with Sam.  It had always been largely centered around
jerking-off and some light ass-play, but no kissing or full body contact
while getting off.  It was just simpler that way, though I had long
fantasized about having real sex with this kid.

When I reared up suddenly and scrambled off him to reposition myself at his
feet, Sam had no idea what I was doing.  I grabbed his ankles and forced
him to bend his knees, then quickly pushed his legs up over his head and
back a bit, fully exposing his asshole to the ceiling.  I quickly scooted
myself down and glued my mouth to his ass.  Vanya had licked Sam's asshole
earlier, but I knew she didn't really eat him out good, like an animal.

I kissed his puckered shitter like it was his lips, and then shoved my
tongue as hard and as fast and as deep up his hole as I could get it.  I
heard myself almost growling, huffing and snarling between his widespread
legs.  I kept my eyes on his face as I did this, and the second my lips
made contact with his asshole, Sam's eyes bugged out and his body gave a
sharp jerk.  When my tongue roared up him, he gasped and spasmed, then
moaned loud and hissed in his breath.  The look on his face was enraging me
even more.  Surprise, horror, rapture, and lust all played out at once on
his little-boy face.  He bit his lower lip when I grasped his balls in one
free hand and made them bulge into a shiny, reddish-purple globe.  I
sniffed and licked and gently sucked them, making Sam moan loud.

Then back down to his fragrant rosebud asshole, slimy with my spit and
glistening in the dim light.  I was making out with his asshole, french
kissing it and the area all around it.  I rubbed and pressed on it, I even
tried to shove my nose into it.  Sam squealed and shivered from the
sensations coursing through his over-wrought body.

"Oh fuck, that feels so good, don't stop don't stop don't stop, keeping
poking your tongue in it, fuck, that's so fuckin' hot and nasty, bro, fuck
yeah!" he rasped out.

I couldn't get enough of the smell and taste of his ass, and I wanted him
to share it with me.  I leaned back on my haunches, and lowered Sam's legs,
laying myself flat on top of him.

The feel of our hot, moist bodies pressed tightly together, our engorged
cocks side-by-side, was the best thing I'd ever felt.  I even said as much.

Sam murmured in agreement, "...yeah, best thing ever felt..."

His warm hands cupped my hairy ass, holding me tight against him, both of
us slowly bucking and sliding our bodies and cocks together.

I moved my head to look him directly in the eyes, then lowered my mouth
down onto his.  As out lips met, Sam opened his mouth and invited my tongue
inside.  I think we surprised ourselves by how ravenous and rough we were
making out.  Vanya had been the catalyst for this.  If she hadn't wanted to
see us kiss, who knows if we'd be doing it now.

I knew Sam could smell his ass on my face, probably taste it on my tongue,
and that idea only made me even more wild and delirious.  I moved from his
mouth to his throat, biting and licking, sucking on it, leaving a series of
hickeys on his neck and shoulders.  Sam did the same to me.  I was unhinged
by the idea of marking and being marked by him, wanting the world to see
proof of our hunger for each other.

Thrusting against Sam's body was going to make me cum too soon, so I got
off him and told him to sit up some and lean against the headboard.

I placed my head between his legs and slowly took his dick all the way down
my throat, nice and smooth, then deep-throated him until he was whining and
gasping, tearing at the sheets and raising his hips off the bed in sheer
ecstasy.  His pubes were getting into my nostrils and tickling the bridge
of my nose.  I couldn't get enough of burying my face in his crotch.

When I could sense that Sam was getting ready to blast his sweet adolescent
load down my throat, I backed off his cock and flopped onto my back,
grasping my throbbing dick in my fist and wagging it at him.

With virtually no hesitation, Sam wrapped his lips around the helmet and
sucked, swirling his tongue all along the ridge and making me moan from how
good it felt to have my dick inside his sweet, wet mouth.

I knew this was Sam's first attempt at sucking cock, the first dick he had
slobbered over that wasn't his own.  Catching his mop of hair in my hands,
I twined my fingers in it and forced him down onto my rock-hard prick.

"You look so good sucking my dick, bro," I whispered.  "Feels so awesome,
dude, Jesus fucking Christ...yeah, suck that hairy fuckin' dick, bro..."

I could easily have cum in his mouth, but I wasn't ready to call it a night
yet.  Sam clearly wasn't, either.

Without a word of explanation, I lifted his head off my dick and got up on
my hands and knees, then lowered my upper body down with my ass sticking up
for him to use.  I hocked a wad of spit into my hand and then smeared it
over my asshole.  Sam knew what that meant, and he got onto his knees
behind me.

He spread my ass cheeks and rubbed my hairy asshole with his thumb.  I
expected to feel his stiff dick poke at my hole, but instead I nearly
jumped out of my skin when I felt his hot breath beat against my shitter.

"Oh fuck, yessss," I hissed out, as his tongue slid inside my steamy hole.
Sam was eating out my ass, something I had dreamt about for years but never
expected to happen.  He was really going for it, lost in the sensations of
having his mouth glued to his best buddy's asshole.

I wanted to see his face while he chowed down, so I got onto my back and
hiked my legs up as Sam went back to work on my hole.

This time he got a lip-lock and started gently sucking on my shitter.  I
couldn't believe that Sam was actually sucking on my asshole and doing one
hell of a job.  When he came up for air, I pulled him to me so I could
smell his face and mouth, getting a whiff of my ass on his breath.  Sam
seemed to relish it as much as I did, humming with lecherous pleasure as we
made out.

The urge to feel Sam inside me was too much to resist, so again I got on my
hands and knees, clearly inviting Sam to fuck my ass.

Sam quickly moved into position and forced his dripping cock into my hole.
I yelled out loud from the stab of pain, but Sam didn't care and sank
himself into my guts all the way to his pubes.

I was breathing in loud huffs, keening and sighing from the feel of my son
raping my ass.

"Fuck me, bro," I panted out, "Fuck my ass hard..."

Sam draped his sweaty body over me and started bucking his hips with a
brutal urgency.  The thought of this kid filling my ass and getting ready
to shoot his cum up me was unreal.  This was the boy I had bathed when he
was tiny, the little kid I had taught to masturbate, the son I spent hours
with, skateboarding and getting stoned together.  Now, here he was fucking
my guts, oblivious to everything but getting off.

"Yeah, bro, fuck me like a man!" I shouted at him.

He put his face next to my ear and growled out, "You like me fucking your
ass, bitch?

"Ohhh, hell yeahhh," was all I could answer.  His mouth sought mine, our
tongues searching for each other.  His spit was all over my neck and cheek,
and when our mouths met it was as if we were trying to eat each other
alive.

When he reared back so he could fuck me deeper, he forced me onto my side
and flung his leg over mine, never missing a beat as he plunged in and out
of my tortured hole.

Sam's hands were all over me, pinching my nipples, shoving his fingers into
my gasping mouth, grabbing my balls and jacking me off.  I was going to cum
so hard...

I needed to see his face when he came inside me, so I moved onto my back
and hitched my legs up like a whore, hungry for the feel of his cock
stuffing my guts.

When I moved, Sam's cock slid out of my asshole and it made him crazy.  In
his frenzy to plunge back inside me, he shoved me hard back onto the bed,
grunting and whimpering simultaneously, like an animal in rut.

Just as he was about to plug me again, I yanked him forward and made him
straddle me.  I pulled him up my body until his slimy cock was in my face.
I opened my mouth and sucked his dick fresh out of my asshole, knowing it
would inflame Sam's sensibilities.

"You filthy, fuckin' bitch," he snarled in glee.  "Fuckin' perverted
cocksucker."  I could hear the depraved laughter in his voice.

I shoved him back, releasing his dirty prick from my mouth, pushing him
down my body so he could fuck me again.

With a demented, sneering smile distorting his face, Sam aimed his hard
dick at my hole and shoved into me.

"You're my bitch now, dude," he said, spitting the words at me.

"Yeah, I'm your bitch for tonight, fucker," I answered.

Admitting that he owned my ass for the night made Sam even more rough and
brutal as he fucked into the home stretch.

"This is how men fuck, bro.  Not like fucking pussy.  Hard and rough and
masculine, dude.  Own my ass, bro!" I knew my words would rile him up to a
spectacular cum.

Thrusting so hard into my ass that I thought he'd break me in two, Sam
opened his mouth and made noises that sounded like a monkey chattering
gibberish.

With a huge bellowing roar, he slammed into my guts and shot his pent-up
load of jizz deep inside me.  Sweat was dripping off his nose and chin,
trickling down his sides from his drenched pits.  Everything smelled like
sex, like teen hormones, like dirty socks, like Sam.  I moaned loud and
long as he slowed his thrusting and collapsed on top of me.

I licked his face and bit his cheek, then rolled him off me fast.  Sam knew
I was going to cum in seconds, so when I told him I wanted to cum in his
face, he put his adorable mug directly in front of my throbbing cock.

With a few swift strokes, I unleashed my load all over him.  Ropes of
pearly cum slashed across his forehead, his eyelids, his hair.  More ropes
flew out, covering his lips and chin, dripping onto his upper chest.  He
looked so wasted and beautiful wearing my jizz.

The image of his cum-coated face seared itself into my brain.  I would
never forget the sight of my boy's face frosted with jizz like a donut.

I leaned down and licked my semen from his face, then fed it to him on my
tongue.  Sam sucked my tongue, anxious to swallow all the cum I could feed
him.  After a few more mouthfuls, I flopped myself beside him, completely
drained from the night's adventures.

"Go wash your dick, bro," I reminded him.

Sam mumbled incoherently and I had to listen hard to catch what he said.
He was nearly asleep.  He had said that he was too wasted to wash up.

I got off the bed and scooped him up in my arms.  Carrying him to the
bathroom, I set him down on the edge of the tub and washed his ass-smeared
dick for him.  When he was clean again, I hauled him to his feet and
steered him to the bed.  He fell heavily onto it, then positioned himself
for deep, restorative sleep.  I climbed into bed beside him and wrapped my
arms around him.

I was his bitch for the night, all right.  But tomorrow I'd turn the
tables.