Date: Mon, 16 Dec 2013 02:08:29 -0500
From: mbmike21@gmail.com
Subject: Dad and the Den part 1

Dad and the Den-Part 1
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This is mostly a work of fiction and if it resembles anyone or events it is
purely coincidental. This story contains consensual acts of a sexual
nature involving a father and his teenage son.  If this is illegal in your
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                For as long as Danny could remember he seemed to always be
getting in trouble.  As a child his parents referred to him as mischievous
and he liked pushing the boundaries, although when he was little it was
more to see with what he could get away with, than it was anything else.  He
loved both his parents, Deb and Mike, and really didn't like causing them
trouble but he knew his antics were sometimes a source of contention
between them.  His older brother, Anthony, on the other hand was the golden
boy who almost never caused problems.

                In their house mom was the softy who would cover for the
boys, while dad was the disciplinarian.  He was a no nonsense ex-marine who
now worked down at the local locomotive factory.   Very rarely did he get
exceptionally mad, but when he did it was big.  Most of the time it
depended on his day.  He would come home in his coveralls, strip down to
his t-shirt and briefs, and sit down in front of the television.  Mom would
bring him a beer and tell him about her day while she waited for the roast
to finish or a pot of water to boil.  He wouldn't say much but would
occasionally nod his head or give a placating response.  After dinner,
sometimes Danny and his brother would go in and watch TV with him in the
evenings.  Anthony never stayed too long, usually leaving after an hour or
two to do his homework.  Danny on the other hand would push the time,
wanting to stay up later.  Oftentimes his dad would give him an extra hour
but if it went beyond that and Danny still pushed, it was a quick smack to
whatever part of his body was within reach.  The only time dad didn't
enforce it was Friday nights when they watched wrestling together.  It was
kind of their bonding time since neither his brother nor their mom really
had much interest.  Those were the easy nights with dad.  Sometimes things
would go differently though.

                One of mom's favorite lines to keep the boys in line was
"just wait till your father gets home."  Mom really didn't like seeing the
boys in trouble, but she hated disciplining them herself even more, so if
they pushed something too far she would make good on her threat to tell
dad.  It was effective since the boys, especially Anthony, didn't like
dad's punishment.    The first time it happened was when Danny was eight.  He
had been playing with a basketball in the house, bouncing it off the walls
and the furniture.  His mom had told him multiple times to stop, but he
hadn't listened and ended up breaking one of the ugly china figurines that
she liked.  She had sent him to his room, and at five-thirty he heard his
dad come in.  Ten minutes later he heard his dad bellow his name.  Danny
left his bedroom and found his dad at the bottom of the stairs waiting for
him with dark look on his face.

                "Go to the den!  NOW!!" he said.  He pointed down the back
hallway.  Danny, obediently went. He was slightly apprehensive.  He knew
that whenever Anthony was rarely punished it was in the den, but when Danny
had asked him about it all he told him was that dad usually just spanked
him and yelled a bit.  To Danny this didn't sound to terrible since dad
would often smack or yell at them for little reasons.  They were Italian.  It
was just how they did things.  But Anthony was four years older and did
anything possible to avoid that punishment so Danny figured there had to be
more to it.

                The den wasn't anything special and it didn't get much use.
It had ugly gold shag carpeting from the seventies and the only pieces of
furniture were a desk with the computer on it, and an old sofa.   Built in
bookshelves lined one wall, and were filled with a bunch of old VHS tapes
that never got much use since they had gotten the new DVD player last year.
Dad shut the door, locked it, and then said, "drop your pants."

                Danny at first thought he had misheard.  "What?"

                "I said drop your pants."

                "Dad, I don't underst-"

                "Pull down your pants, or I will come over there and do it
for you.  And you won't like it if I have to do it."

                Danny still wasn't sure what was happening but he obeyed,
unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down to his knees.  He looked up at
his dad, but he just looked even angrier than he had a moment before.

                "I said to drop your pants.  That means your underwear too."

                He felt a flood of embarrassment pour into him.  "But dad-"

                "Are you telling me no?!" He yelled.  His dad started
towards him and before Danny could even comprehend what was going on, his
dad had lifted him off his feet by his shirt collar.  Another second later
he was face down on the shag carpet with the weight of his dad on top of
him.  All he could see were his dad's feet around his head.  His dad was
sitting on his back in a reverse straddle so that he could grab ahold of
first, Danny's pants, and then once those were off, his Spiderman underwear.
Danny felt the pressure and then heard them tear as they came off, leaving
his small cock pressed into the carpet and his ass exposed to the chilly
air.  Then he felt it, the sting of his dads palm as it began to repeatedly
come down on his small boy ass.  In-between smacks he heard his dad,
telling him he had been bad, that he would never play ball in the house,
and that he had better never say no to him again.

                After it was done his dad got off of him, and then flipped
him over.  And even more weirdly he leaned down to kiss Danny on the
forehead.   The only thing he said was "get dressed and go to your room for
the rest of the night."  He then pulled Danny to his feet, grabbed up the
ripped underwear and left the room.  Danny stood there in a daze for a
minute before putting on his pants, slowly pulling them up and over his now
red ass.  He then went up to his room, passing his brother on the stairs
who gave him a sympathetic look.  When he got to his room he immediately
pulled off his pants and crawled into bed thinking about what happened.  It
wasn't the worst punishment, and there was something about his dad ripping
off his underpants... but he just didn't want to think about it.  He rolled
onto his side so he wasn't laying on his ass and eventually fell asleep.

                Although it hadn't been as bad as he thought it would be
Danny was in no way anxious to repeat the experience anytime soon, and so
he behaved for a while.  About a month after his first spanking with dad,
Danny and his brother got into a fight.  Their mother pulled out the "I'm
going to tell your father" card but neither of the boys listened, thinking
she wouldn't go through with it.  Later on, dad came home, did his usual
routine of stripping down to his t-shirt and briefs.  They all had dinner
and the boys thought they were in the clear, but while the they were in the
Kitchen mom decided to enlighten dad.   They heard him roar, "BOYS!"  He
came into the kitchen and shouted.  "Go to the den!"

                The brothers looked at each other and then put down the
dishes they were drying and Danny followed Anthony out of the kitchen.  As
they were passing the stairs they heard hurried footsteps and knew it was
their mother, too much a coward to face them.

                This time dad shut the door but didn't bother to lock it.  He
said "Anthony, you first."

                Anthony looked at Danny, and then turned back to their dad.
"In front of him?"

                "You guys did the crime together so now you get to do the
time together.  Now drop your pants, Anthony!  I don't want to have to tell
you again!"

                Anthony pulled both his sweats and his underwear down to
his ankles and then bent over to clasp his hands on his calves right above
where his pants were pooled.  Dad came up behind him, brought his hand back
and began the spanking.  Danny watched, fascinated by the scene in front of
him.  His dark haired, hairy Italian father in briefs, spanking his
brother's bare ass.  Every time his dad's hand made contact his brother's
ass cheeks reverberated from the force.  After almost a dozen smacks,
Anthony's ass was good and red.  Their dad told him it was done.  Anthony
turned around so their dad could kiss him on the forehead, and then he
pulled up his pants.  Before he had them up and around his hips Danny
noticed that there was something different about his cock.  It was bigger
and stinking out from his body.  But he didn't have much time to think
about it since it was his turn.  He did exactly the same thing that his
older had just done although, after the first smack he almost lost his
balance so he moved his hands up to his knees so he could brace himself.  It
was over in a few seconds and both boys went to their own rooms.

                Anthony was only punished on a rare instance but Danny bent
over for his dads hand hands multiple times over the next couple years.  By
the time he turned thirteen though it had pretty much stopped.  He found a
group of neighborhood friends to hang out with and spent most of his time
at either their houses or out somewhere.  He still liked to push
boundaries, pulling pranks and goofing around with friends, but these were
things that his dad didn't know about and so didn't punish him for.  When
he went to high school at fifteen he started to discover a whole new set of
ways to push boundaries.  Both he and his brother had always been very
athletic, like their dad, and being on the football team exposed him to a
world of drinking and parties.  His brother had gone off to college the
year before and his parents' marital problems meant that he could very
easily do what he wanted.  After his brother had left for school his mother
had become depressed and a shrink said that it was some form of early empty
nest syndrome.  Her suggestion, find a hobby or two.  She joined a
bookclub, women's bowling league, and even became involved with the church
again after not going for the better part of a decade.  All of a sudden she
had a life and was gone half the week, baking for the ladies at the church
instead of making dad dinner.  The only places his dad went were to the gym
in the morning, work, and the occasional poker night with his buddies.
 Needless
to say things weren't great between them.  Sometimes Danny felt sorry for
his dad, but he also liked that mom was out of the house and had her own
life.  It meant that she was out of his.  Once Danny had started lifting
weights he discovered how much he liked looking at his naked body.   And
when mom was gone and dad was at work he had the whole house to himself.  He
loved the days when he got home from school, work, or practice and was just
able to strip down.

                He took after his Italian dad with dark hair, brown eyes,
and olive skin.  He was starting to develop hair in all the right places
but he wasn't as hairy as his dad was yet.  Just a light dusting across his
chest which stopped right below his developing pecs and picked back up
beneath his navel to start the narrow treasure trail that led down into his
shorts.  During the summer he worked as a lifeguard at the local pool and
had a nice tan.  When he jacked off at night Danny loved looking at down at
his treasure trail as it crossed his tan line and went down to his cock.

                Walking around the house naked was another way for Danny to
push limits.  Sometimes Danny only had an hour between when he and his dad
would get home, and he would push it until a minute before his dad walked
through the door.  Waiting until he heard his car in the driveway or the
key in the door before running upstairs to his bedroom to put on shorts.  He
wondered sometimes if his dad saw his ass as he was going up the stairs
through the long windows on either side of the front door.  There was
something about his dad seeing him naked that was titillating.  Sometimes
he thought about just staying in the living room and letting his dad see
him.  This thought usually came when he was hard and horny with his hand
around his cock, only to pass after he had cum.   Danny had never
considered himself gay.  He was supposed to like girls and so he thought he
did, but when he discovered a stash of his dad's porn magazines he found he
preferred the pictures that showed couples as opposed to just girls, and
after a time he began to look at them for just the guys.  Still, he told
himself that he was not gay and that he was just into a little voyeurism.  The
fact that even just the thought of his dad seeing him naked got him hard
was just a part of that.

                During his sophomore year a few months before he was going
to turn 16, he got back to the house late on a Friday after a party.  It
was past his curfew but he figured his parents would be in bed, like usual.
He came in quietly through the back door which led to the mud room, and
took his shoes off in there before walking through the kitchen.  Unfortunately,
the kitchen had two archways.  One led down the back hallway towards the
den and the staircase, the other led into the living room.  Danny realized
his mistake when he heard the television and saw the lights on in the
living room.  In a hurry to get past his dad, he bumped into the table
which scooted an inch across the floor, making a noise of protest.  Danny
accidently swore just as the lights were flicked on, showing his dad in his
boxer briefs and t-shirt.

                "Danny?"

                "Hey dad." He said sheepishly.

                "Danny, what are you..."  his dad broke off as he took in his
clothes.  "I thought you were in bed.  Are you just getting in now?  Two
hours past your midnight curfew?"

                "No, I just needed something from the car and came down to
get it."

                "Don't lie to me!"

                "I'm not, I swear."

                "And now you're fucking lying to cover it up!  Fine Danny,
if you can't grow up and act like an adult I'll do the same I used to do.  Go
to the den."

                "Dad, I thought we were done with that years ago."

                "I thought we were too, son.  But obviously you need a
refresher about what happens when you break the rules."

                Danny shrugged out of his jacket and went to the den.  His
dad followed him in and shut the door.  "You know what to do.  Drop your
pants."

                Danny gave him an angry and resentful look but he undid his
jeans and then pulled both them and his underwear down, and then bent over
and grabbed his calves.  He was now a lot taller and bent over like that he
could now see some of what was going on behind him.  He saw his dad's hairy
calves approach him and when they were behind him and to the right, he felt
the first slap as his dad's hand made contact with his ass.  The entire
lower half of his body tensed up in response and he felt the sting of the
pain, but there was something different about it now that he was older.  Along
with the pain there was also a bit of pleasure.  He savored the feeling for
an instant before his dad's hand made contact again.  This time he was
looking for the pleasure and was able to experience a bit more of it this
time.  When the next slap came Danny felt an answering response in his
cock, as it began to stir and harden between his legs.  By the time his
dad's hand landed for the tenth time, his ass had gone partially numb to
the pain, the muscles occasionally spasming.  His cock was now completely
hard and pressing to stomach.  In his bent over position Danny could feel
the pre-cum on his stomach.  Two more slaps and it ended.  He heard his dad
say "Stand up" and he felt a slight twinge of panic set in.  He quickly
pulled down his shirt over his dick, hoping the pre-cum wouldn't leak
through and then stood up to face his dad.  As he looked at him he realized
how attractive he was.  He still had a decent body with well-muscled legs
and arms.  They weren't as big, nor did they have as much definition as
they used to but they were still there.  He had gotten a little thick
around the middle but he still had his pecs.  Even his face was attractive
with a clefted chin, and very few wrinkles.  His dark hair was now peppered
with gray but it was still fairly thick.  As his Dad leaned in to kiss his
forehead, like he always did after a spanking, Danny realized that his dad
was actually kind of sexy.

His dad turned and left the room leaving Danny alone and hard.  After about
30 seconds he let go of his shirt.  It rose up, letting his hard cock
spring out.  It had grown a lot since the last time he was spanked.  It was
now over six inches long and thick.  He gave it a couple strokes and then
he just tried to catch as much cum in his hand as it began to shoot out.  He
knew that the first few spurts had overshot his hand some distance but he
managed to catch enough.  He wiped his hand on the inside of his underwear
since there was nowhere else and then went upstairs to the bathroom where
he stripped out of his clothes and cleaned himself off, throwing his
clothes into the hamper.  His bedroom was right next to the bathroom and it
was dark so he figured he would be able to walk naked the few feet to his
bedroom without anyone seeing but as he came out he ran right into his dad
as he was heading the other direction.  His dad grunted a curt apology but
then trailed off as he looked down at Danny and realized his naked
state.   Father
and son awkwardly stared at each other for a minute before Danny decided to
just go to his bedroom.  As he was closing his bedroom door he looked back
at his dad and realized that he was still looking at him, more specifically
at his crotch.  Danny looked down...  Oh fuck, he was still hard.



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