Rob's Dad


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Rob's Dad

When I was ten, Robert, a boy from school was my best mate. One day at school he asked me to spend the night with him at his dad's place. His mum and dad were divorced, and he lived with his mum but spent a couple of nights a week at his dad's place. "Mum doesn't like for me to have boys over," he said, "but Dad doesn't mind. He says I can have boys over any time," so I asked my mum and got permission to spend the night.

His dad seemed nice enough; took us to a cinema and out for pizza. I slept in the Robert's bed with him. During the night, I had to get up to pee, and sleepy headed, I stumbled to the lav. The light was on in it, but the door was half-open, and figuring no one was up but me, I pushed it open. Robert's dad was naked, standing at the toilet pissing. He was hairy, had a mat of hair above his dick, and had a huge one, or at least it seemed huge to a ten-year-old.

"Oops, sorry," I said, backing off and about to close the door."

"You got to piss?" he said. I nodded. "Come on it. I've seen boys' knobs before. Robert pees with me in here all the time."

I was hesitant, but I was also fascinated with his hairy body and couldn't take my eyes off his knob. It was my first opportunity to see a grown man naked, and I guess it was one I didn't want to waste. I didn't know when I'd have another.

He finished pissing and I walked up to the toilet, pushed down my pajamas, and took out my knob to piss, but it was about half-hard, and I was having a tough time at it.

"Here, let me help," he said, walk up to me, and reaching over to hold my dick. That just made it get all the way hard, and I couldn't piss at all. "I'll help you with that," he said, and sitting down on the toilet, he took my dick into his mouth. It felt great, but it made me pee, and I pissed into his mouth. He surprised me by swallowing it. "Anyone ever done that for you before?" I shook my head. "I do it for Robert all the time. He does it for me."

With that, he pushed me to my knees and holding onto my hair, pulled my face toward him. "Open your mouth," he said. I did, and he shoved his thing into it, and continued to thrust his dick into it until I felt him spurt into my mouth, but it wasn't piss. I'd never tasted piss, but I knew what he spurted into it wasn't piss. "Good boy," he said. "Now go back to bed.

Robert was awake when I got back in bed. "Where were you?"

"I had to piss," I said.

"I heard you talking. Was my dad in there?"


"Did he hold your thing while you pissed?"


"Did he do anything else?'

I shook my head, not ready to admit -- even to myself -- what had happened.

The next time I stayed over at Robert's dad's place, I got up in the middle of the night even though I didn't need to pee, hoping that his dad would be in the lav, but he wasn't, so I went to his closed bedroom door and lightly tapped on it. "Come it," I heard him say, so I opened his door and walked in. "Take your pajamas off and climb into bed with me," he said, and I took them off and climbed naked into his bed. He was naked, and I loved the feel of his hairy body next to mine. "You know what to do," he said, and I did know what to do. I crawled between his legs and took his dick into my mouth. He thrust his hips, shoving it in and out of my mouth until he spurted. Again, I swallowed it. He didn't offer to suck my dick so I went back to Robert's room and crawled into bed with him, awakening him, but he didn't say anything, just turned over on his side and went back to sleep I guess. I lay awake a long time. I could still taste his spurt and that night, I dreamed about his hairy body.

For the rest of the year, every time I spent the night over, I would blow his dad. When I was eleven, he invited me over for the weekend. My mum let me go, but what she didn't know was that Robert wouldn't be there. He was spending that weekend at his mum's. It would be just Robert's dad and me.

We went to the cinema, had pizza, and spent some time at an arcade. When we got back to his house, we took a shower together. He soaped me up and washed me all over, playing special attention to my dick, balls, and bum. He stuck his fingers up my bum. When we got to his bed, he climbed on top of me, held me down and raped me. It hurt: "No, don't. It hurts." I was crying, but that didn't stop him. He fucked me, cumming in my bum.

He spent most of the weekend fucking me, and before the weekend was over, I knew I belonged to him. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted his hairy body on top of me. I wanted his dick up my bum inside of me.

I continued to spend the night over there until I was thirteen. He didn't like pubic hair on me so he shaved it off, and after that, I started plucking it out because I knew he didn't like it, even though I liked the hair on him. He got to where he would come in to get me to come to his room if I hadn't gone to it first. Often, Robert was awake, and he knew what was happening because one night he had said, when I came back to bed, "Where were you?"

"I had to piss," I said.

"No, you didn't. I got up to go to the lav, and you weren't there. You were in my dad's room. He was fucking you, wasn't he? I could hear you guys going at it. How long's he been fucking you?"

"Two years," I said. "Does he fuck you?"

"No, he knows better. I suck his cock, but that's as far as I'll go." He reached over, grabbed my cock and started stroking it. I got hard, and he got on top of me and started kissing me, much as his dad did, running his tongue in my mouth. Reaching back, he raised my legs, and his dick found my arsehole. It slid in easily as lubed with his father's cum as it was. He fucked me three times before he was through, never offering to blow me or let me fuck him, but I was used to that. His father had only blown me that first time, and of course, I had never fucked him.

For the rest of that year, I would get fucked, loosened up and lubed by Rob's dad fucking me and get back into Rob's bed to get fucked by him. I liked getting fucked by both of them, but I liked Rob's dad's hairy body the best. Too, his cock was bigger than Rob's, even though Rob had almost 17cm. Mine barely made it to 12cm. Rob's dad's cock was close to 20cm which is why it had hurt so much that first time.

"Then, one night when I had missed going over there for several weeks in a row, Rob's dad raped him, and Rob told. His dad was convicted of child rape and went to prison. My mum asked if he had ever tried anything with me, but I denied that he had, claiming that what he did with Rob surprised me as much as it did everyone else.