Date: Thu, 10 Feb 2005 12:27:41 -0800 (PST) From: jesse james Subject: ANOTHER father son fuck story, chapter 1 Hey guys, standard disclaimers apply. If you aren't alloud to read adult oriented materials where you live, or i you're too young to legally be here, don't read it. If you're all good and legal, then enjoy and let me know what you think. This is my first time writing for Nifty, and oh, and this is a true story. Another Father Son Fuck Story, chapter one. Grasping wildly at my fathers thick brown hair, I groaned and writhed as my slim teenaged cock drove in and out of my old man's mouth. My toes clenched the burnt orange shag carpet of our den. We've never been a family obsessed with interior decorating; always set to some more pressing task; like the task my dad was on now. The old man slurped on my mushroom head like the best piece of candy he'd ever tasted. At thirty three, my dad isn't really all that old. I know you pervs probably want to get back to the "juice" of the story so I'll make this short. Joe Bowers, my father, knocked my mom up when they were both seventeen, stayed by her for fifteen years and after she left us, had kept pretty much to raising me as best he could.....that is, until last week when I absentmindedly walked into his bedroom to find him feverishly masturbating with a imposing black dildo firmly implanted in his ass. Who knew that bringing your dad the mail could warrant such a show. Now, I've known I was gay since I was thirteen and well, I guess you could say after I saw what I saw things kinda just went from there. I made the first move and now my father is giving me a Grade A blow job in our living room. That just about brings you up to speed. Pushing my father down on his back, I straddled his neck, feeding him my meat and fucking his face as deep as I could. His callused hands ran up and down my sides before settling on each ass cheek, roughly massaging my hairless twin mounds. My cock popped out of his mouth and, like a man possessed, he dove onto my balls, devouring and working each one in turn before finally taking them both into his stretched mouth and lapping at them with his expert tongue. As his lips left my sack and moved towards my pink asshole I sat squarely on his face and bucked against his invading tongue. I rode my dad's mouth as it probed deeper into my rosebud and his lips worked the surrounding flesh. His saliva covered tool opened my ass and made me yearn for more. "Fuck me Dad. Please, fuck me." A few words on my ass. My ass is my favorite part of my body and is, all modestly aside, completely perfect: muscled, smooth, totally hairless without a blemish on either cheek. My ass looks great in jeans. My ass looks great in sweats. My ass looks awesome in the black speedo I wear to swim practice. You see, I've been on the swim team for almost four years now and have kept in great shape. So yeah, I'm a stereotypical Southern California Surfer/Swimmer and wouldn't have it any other way. Why would I? I'm hot. And so is my virgin ass. Well, I used a dildo every night for the past two years...but that hardly counts as giving up your virginity. Pushed on my back, my legs lewdly spread over my fathers shoulders, I felt his big cockhead run against my wet but still tight opening. His strong hands roamed over my upper body, paying particular attention to my pert nipples, before moving to a rest on either side of my muscled torso. My father, Joe, the man who had made me, loomed over me and pressed his hips forward, pushing half his crown inside me. I groaned in anticipation and suddenly he stopped. No forward movement. No backward. No nothing. We locked eyes and I could tell something was holding him back. I guess fucking his only son wasn't really what he'd had in mind for tonight. "Brandon..." "What?" now slightly annoyed. There's nothing more pathetic than an emotionally torn grown man. "Bran...is this...I mean...if you.." "Fuck me dad. I want you. You want me. Take my ass now like I know you want to." Despite my father's slightly shocked look, my verbal prompting seemed to have done the trick. He pushed, only slightly, and his whole head popped inside my now devirginized ring. I moaned loudly and clutched two fistfulls of shag. You probably want to know a little bit about my father. If not, well skip ahead. The dirty stuff continues down the page a bit. For all you who are sticking it out, my father is just as hot as his son. He grew up down here by the beach, where we live now; a total surfer, stoner and up to no gooder during high school. That is, until he met my mom. Senior year they fell in love, she straightened him out and after screwing on the sand dunes next to the Santa Monica Pier one night before their prom, he proposed. But that was a long time ago. Now, my mom was gone and my dad worked as the manager of some swanky resort down in Newport Beach. Basically, rich people paid shit loads of money to come, soak in some sun and fuck in nice rooms and my dad reaped the profit. Physically (yeah, that's what you were waiting for) my dad is in great shape. It's not like he's some kind of adonis, but his frequent use of the club's gym had definitely kept him in enviable shape. My dad is about 6'2, with hot abs and defined pecs that bulge under the T shirts he wears around the house. He's usually in board shorts (a hold over from his surfer days) and his ass, though not as good as mine, makes most ladies drool. Oh, and he's got that sort of sandy brownish hair that he passed down to me. Maybe our hair was dark brown to begin with, who knows. Like I said, the sun and the beach are where we feel most at home. Anyways, back to the good stuff. I grasped my fathers back, my legs wrapped around his hips as he drove in and out of my young ass. His hips gyrated and ground his cock against my sweet spot, expertly working my hole and making me call out mainly unintelligible ramblings of passion. "OH FUCK...gah...Oh GOD, You hot....PLEASE FUCK ME NOW HARDER NOW," his heavy balls slapping my ass, "Oh I love you Dad, GIVE ME WHAT I WANT-AAAHHHH OH YEAH," his mouth now on my neck and shoulders, biting and sucking, leaving lewd marks of heat and desire. Taking the initiative for once, my dad extracted his prick from me, the head producing an audible "plop" as it pulled free. I groaned at the new emptiness. He wasn't done with me though, not by a long shot. "Bend over the couch." The first thing he had said to me since he forced his cock into my willing tunnel. I more than happily complied and bent over the arm of our ugly ass sofa, jutting my hips back towards him, a willing slut for my father's eight inch prong. I didn't have to wait long either as almost instantly, dad was standing behind me with his hands on my hips and his cock swiftly buried in me again. In this position, father had deeper access to everything son had to offer, and this son couldn't be more pleased. I bucked back hard onto my dad's invader, forcing my ass to slam back hard onto his advancing battering ram. Sweat poured off of us both and lubed the channel of my ass. My dad grunted, "I love you son. I love your ass....oh my boy...OH YEAH," he slammed hard, full dicking in and out of my ravaged behind. My cock was grinding against my firm abs and the smooth material of our coach, and when coupled with the assault my father was bringing my ass, was quickly raising me to unbridled levels of passion. I was getting close, and so was my dad. As his hands roamed over my hips and back, he thrust forward again and again, and with each thrust the coach lurched slightly forward. All at once, it was my time, and as my smooth balls drew up closer to me, I let out one final groan and then sent ribbons of sweet, seventeen year old boy juice coating my abs and couch (it was a bitch to get those fuckin' cum stains out). I bucked and writhed and the contractions of my ass sent my father finally over the edge. His cock slammed home one last time before emptying load after load of daddy spunk inside me. The warmth of his cum filled me and we both moaned together, lost in the ecstasy of our love making. His softening cock slid from my ass and his overabundance of spunk spilled from my hole. Exhausted, he fell to his knees and lightly licked and kissed at my oozing, open love channel and I smiled and squirmed as he gently cleaned my used ass. Eventually we we make our way to his room and all asleep in eachother's strong arms. There were conversations, and more fucking but those are stories for other chapters. Aren't they? hope you enjoyed. 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