Date: Fri, 16 Apr 2021 12:46:31 +0100
From: Mr M <mrmfiction@gmail.com>
Subject: Dad Creeps into my Bed

Hello, readers!

I hope you enjoy this short, sleazy tale of mine. And as always, feel free
to email me your thoughts on this story—as well as anything else that
pops into your mind— @mrmfiction@gmail.com

Enjoy! – Mr M.


Dad Creeps into my Bed.

The wide, dark wooden door with circular carvings was shut lightly and
tightly behind Damien, and he shuffled his fit, lean body towards the
queen-size bed that practically called out for his weight to rest upon it.
He turned slowly from the bed, and before sitting down and allowing his
bountiful, bubble-butt to make contact with the luxurious sheets that
draped across—what he hoped was, what he knew had to be—the sponge
like mattress, he gazed out of the petite, square window that was built
perfectly into the centre of the wall in front of him.

He couldn't see much apart from thick tree branches and lush, vibrantly
green leaves that swayed gently in the summer evening breeze. And that was
fine for him. His energy had almost depleted and so, he couldn't find the
energy to approach the window and discover what wondrous views lay ahead,
that would be the first thing he would task himself with when he regained
the energy to do so, either from a generously lengthy nap or by his father
barging in and demanding he use his time wisely on the short boys trip he
had organised.

His father, Vince, enjoyed the countryside as much as Damien, it was
something they had bonded over as Damien reached his twenties. Over the
past two years, they had done everything from mountain biking to
hillwalking, canoeing to river rafting, and had a blast doing it
together. This time, however, was a little different; strenuous activities
that could take up the entire day weren't on the agenda, this weekend break
had the sole purpose of allowing the men to relax and simply be one with
nature.

For another reason entirely, this trip was different. Vince had extended an
invite to a close friend of his, Jay, an invitation which was quickly
snapped up. Damien wasn't bothered about the extra guest, he liked Jay and
enjoyed his company, but there was something he enjoyed about it just being
him and his dad. He worried that perhaps the closeness they experienced on
these trips would be a fraction of what it would usually be if Jay wasn't
there.

Damien sat down with a short sigh and sighed once more, this time more
pleasurably as he felt the cloud-like softness of the mattress almost
envelop his round butt. It felt as if two huge hands had clutched on to
them and were gently rubbing them, the feeling was only exaggerated as
Damien slowly—the only pace his dwindling energy would allow—rotated
his hips and pressed down ever so gently into the desirable mattress of
which he would soon be sleeping on.

He threw himself back with a dull thud and stretched his arms above his
head, groaning once more at the utter comfort the bed was providing. Damien
closed his eyes for a moment and gave his body permission to sink into the
marshmallow mattress. His bed at home was nowhere near as comfortable,
something that would soon change. Perhaps the notion of acquiring a
queen-sized bed for his moderately-sized bedroom back at home was a
far-fetched idea, but he could see of no reason to not toss away his old
mattress in favour of one far superior.

The room Damien chose was at the far side of the small cottage Vince had
rented out for the weekend, the other two rooms were next to each other at
the other side of the house. If Jay hadn't accompanied them both on this
trip, then Damien would have taken the room next to his daddy as he always
would. The closeness and memories they shared on such trips was further
cemented by them sleeping in close proximity, albeit with a wall between
them. And he couldn't deny that in his choosing of the room furthest away
from his dad, resided a little whiff of passive-aggressive behaviour.
Jealously was the wrong term, he wasn't jealous that another man might
steal the time and attention Vince would otherwise have for his adult boy,
but it hurt him a little bit that he only found out of the third wheel when
they stopped to pick him up before continuing on the long journey down to
the English countryside.

It wasn't all doom and gloom within Damien regarding picking the lonesome
room, he knew that his dad and his dad's mate would most likely revert back
into the mischievous teenagers they once were and stay up all night,
getting loud and getting drunk, and he thought that being around the other
side of the house would shield him from raucous noise until he at least was
ready to partake also. The annoyance of having Jay with them would soon
wear off and he would instead be thinking about spending quality time with
the two hunky, hairy men who were just as willing to have a great weekend
as he was.

On the brink of falling asleep, Damien's eyes opened in a shot when, as he
correctly predicted, loud, boisterous laughter erupted somewhere close
enough to his room to disrupt him sharply from his relaxed state.

`They are silk pyjamas, Jay!'

Damien lay still on the bed in his generously large room and stared into
the plain white ceiling while listening to the conversation between his
daddy and Jay.

`The missus, mate, what can I say. She loves `em.' said Jay defensively but
with a stifled laugh encroaching.

`What? She doesn't want you naked in bed?!'

Damien had obviously missed the build-up of the conversation he was
inadvertently eavesdropping on, but something about Jay's silk pyjamas had
got Vince all riled up into an uncontrollable laughing fit. He smiled
warmly, hearing his dad laugh like that, enjoying himself, made the twink
happy.

`Nah, she's cold as fucking ice in bed. She likes to snuggle, but, mate,
every time we do, I feel like my fuckin' bollocks freeze!'

All Damien could hear was the two bawdy men laugh as loud as they could
while they walked away, presumably into the living room where they might
crack open a beer or two. Then his cock strained. He tilted his head
forward and was shocked that not only had he developed a boner, but that he
failed to notice it happening. His head lay back once more and he reached
with his right hand from behind his head and grabbed his prick gently,
seductively. The only thing he had heard that warranted the solid boner was
the mention of the word "bollocks". To Damien, such adjectives that defined
male anatomy turned him on greatly. Cock, dick, prick. Balls, bollocks, man
eggs. At the hearing of words such as those, Damien's twink dick stiffened
and his smooth balls tightened up to his body.

Living with just his dad his whole life, he was exposed to a carefree
attitude when it came to bodies and self-image. One thing he learnt from
his dad was that if you didn't have confidence, you didn't have
anything. And confidence is something that oozes from Vince's pores. The
freedom Vince wished to exhibit to his son transpired into rarely wearing
anything but boxers inside the house. For Damien, witnessing his daddy's
naturally built frame, in all its hairy goodness was the stuff of
dreams—and many, many wank fantasies.

While continuing to rub his sensitive, exposed cock head through the
camo-printed fabric of his skinny joggers, Damien's mind wandered to the
first instance where he was demanded to strip to his boxers and relax with
his daddy as the brutal heat from the long summer's day poured in from the
arched window of their living room. Vince was sprawled out on the black
leather sofa which had become stuck to his naked torso as if by superglue,
he leaned back, just enough so that he could make eye contact with Damien
and tell him to strip. Afterwards, after Vince had issued his friendly
instruction, he relaxed his neck and continued on watching an action movie
which had become a favourite for them.

Standing from the matching armchair, Damien looked down towards his dad's
bearded face. It was neatly shaved and not to big that it overshadowed his
handsome, chiselled features. The twink hadn't even gripped the hem of his
t-shirt, his eyes were in control now and all they could do was scan
Vince's body slowly, soaking up every ounce of it. True, it wasn't uncommon
for Vince to be in such a state of undress, but never had Damien felt like
he had such unrestricted access at leering at his dad's beefy, masculine
body.

With lust in his eyes, Damien stopped scanning downwards and hovered his
intense stare across Vince's broad and furry chest. Each strand of
chocolate brown hair was perfectly placed and each strand was as straight
as a straight man doing straight man things. Not one was out of place, as
if Vince had brushed his chest with a little comb to achieve such an
aesthetically pleasing appearance. His nipples were just as perfect as the
hair that surrounded them. They were light in colour, a pale blush, and the
disparity between his pink nipples and the dark coloured hair that formed
such a great forest on his chest was striking. For Damien it made the urge
to crouch over his dad and gently bite one unbearable.

After pulling his eyes away from his dad's chest, he continued following
the length of the body before him, notably following the trail of hair that
bridged the gap between his chest and his pubic hair. Glossing his eyes
over Vince's beefy stomach, Damien finally had arrived at the navy boxers
which housed three treasures he could only hope to enjoy one day.

As tight as they were, the outline of Vince's thick, monstrous cock—even
when completely flaccid—and his pair of big, bull balls were clear to
see, and for Damien it felt cool that his dad was comfortable enough, as he
had always been, to be basically naked in front of his son without actually
being so. In that moment of pure, unbridled lust, Damien thought that
nothing could make the situation more boner-inspiring—something which
was happening from within his blue denim jeans and boxers that could rival
the tightness of his dads—but he was wrong.

With a cough, Vince reached for his balls and scratched them a few times
over the thin, cotton material that housed them. As Damien stood still,
dumbstruck at the otherwise mundane action that would occur amongst two
"straight" males, he noticed something else, something that excited him
more than the hairy chest and more than the pair of itchy balls which were
scratched quite roughly, for in the moment afterwards, Damien could tell
that his dads cock had swelled slightly and shifted its position so that it
was pointing way more north that it had previously been.

Before his eyes could even absorb that new sight, and before he could drag
his eyes down further and admire the just as hairy, tree-trunk legs that
hung over the adjacent armrest, Vince shouted in a playful manner while
never breaking his gaze from the television and the scene of rapid
explosions happening before him. In his shout, he asked if Damien was in
his boxers yet, presumably hearing that his boy had stood up a few minutes
ago but had yet to sit back down.

Damien responded with a believable white lie: that he was so engrossed in
the violent action scenes that he had simply stood idle as they played
out. He went on to confirm that he was indeed about to strip down to his
own boxers, an idea that excited him greatly. Vince grumbled a sort of
acknowledgment followed by a complaint about the heat and the effect they
were having on his balls, namely how they were hot and sweaty. A statement
that could've made Damien cream his tighter than tight boxers right there.

The twink gripped his plain white tee by the hem and pulled it off in one
fluid motion, and as soon as the hot air whipped against his bare torso, he
sighed. As was customary with Damien, whenever he removed a t-shirt he gave
both of his nipples a little flick. He loved the feeling, and when he would
perform the short action upon himself at those times, it made him feel a
certain way; a certain horny way. Add that to the fact that his dad was so
close as well, having no idea that Damien stood behind him, lusting after
the hairy body while flicking his pert nipples that became so from the
subsequent playing of them, it was a mind-blowing and daring experience for
the twink.

He placed his balled up t-shirt on the armrest of the chair he had been
sitting in and proceeded to unbuckle his brown leather belt, a belt, no
less, that had been passed down from his daddy. Once the clinking and
clacking of the metal buckle was heard by Vince, the near-naked, hairy,
bear of a daddy, loudly exhaled the word, "finally", as clear as crystal
and with a tone that egged Damien to hurry in taking down his fashionable
skinny jeans.

Without pulling the belt free from the many loops that encompassed the
waist of his jeans, the excited twink quickly pushed his jeans down. The
hair on his legs brushed his soft hands as they glided down to his
impressive calves. His legs were the only body part that was left to be as
hairy as intended. Damien's chest and stomach were naturally smooth, but
his underarms were shaved as smooth as a dolphin and he would occasionally
trim his pubic hair to a level he believed was sexy. As for his round,
bubble-butt, Damien had come to accept the slight dusting of hair that
existed around his tight pucker.

He stepped out of his jeans one foot at a time and kicked them around the
side of the armchair. Standing still for a moment, Damien felt the need to
rearrange his generous package even though the need to do so was not
there. Once his flaccid cock hung over his hair-free, low-hanging balls,
the naughty twink grabbed his balled-up t-shirt and threw it at Vince. The
soft, slightly damp material landed on the exposed hairy chest and Vince
tilted his head down to look at it before chuckling loudly. Once more, he
turned his head to look at his grown-up boy, and playfully jeered at the
near-naked sight before him.

After commenting on how much better it is to endure the blistering heat in
their boxers, Vince relaxed his neck again and threw the t-shirt behind his
head, aiming to hit Damien with it just as Damien had hit him. He didn't
know it, but the t-shirt landed on the floor beside the twinks feet, but
Damien was sure as hell not going to bring that miniscule detail to
attention. He sat back down in the armchair, the searing leather clung to
his skin instantly as if it was a wanting new-born, but he didn't care. All
he could do in the moment was watch the beefy god that lay on the couch not
far from him.

Not even the shirtless, ripped-to-perfection action star on the TV could
tempt his gaze away from his dad's thickly-hairy chest. He wanted to run
his fingers through it more than anything. He wanted to rub and squeeze the
busting bulge that was showcased admirably in the tight boxers as if it was
a stress ball. And more than anything, he wanted to delicately touch his
daddy's lips with his own. To feel the kind of love that he had for so long
craved and wished for. Unsurprisingly, Damien got hard rather fast from
watching his dad do nothing but relax in the sunlight. He gripped his own
bulge and fondled it while pretending it was someone else's hand, his dad's
hand.

Those memories that ran through his head as he lay on the large bed in the
country cottage were good enough to bust a considerably large nut to, but
shockingly, Damien found his energy levels failing to pick up, even with
such motivation to wank. Instead, the twink opened his eyes and the
pictures of him sitting in the armchair, watching his barely clothed
father, vanished like a cloud of smoke on a windy night.

Damien threw his body upright and sighed loudly while doing so. Sitting in
a car for the time it took to get there, even with the multiple breaks they
took, had taken its toll on his slender, toned physique. It had gotten
darker, and the last titbits of daylight made the rather large tent in his
joggers plain to see. He stood and stretched his arms over his head until
he heard a string of cracks from his tired body. He wanted an early night,
and judging by the muffled but unobtrusive laughter he could hear from his
dad and Jay, he didn't think his absence would be noticed. Besides, he
didn't want to sour the obvious enjoyment of their first night out in the
wilderness that was the English countryside with his exhausted attitude.

After his enjoyable stretch, Damien yanked off his blue, logo-branded
t-shirt with not much care; all he was thinking about was diving into the
cloud-like bed and allowing it to lead him into a comfortable slumber. Once
his top was off and strewn across the bare wooden flooring and the small,
rug that ran along the bed, he, as usual, flicked his nipples in the same
manner he always would. His camo-printed joggers were next to be removed
and he did so in as much a hasty fashion as he removed his top. They
shimmied down his lightly hairy legs, exposing his navy-blue boxers in the
process, a fact that made him smile as he had just been touching himself to
memories of when he also wore navy-blue boxers. His joggers were left to
fall in any which way that occurred and finally, Damien lifted up a single
foot and pulled off the black, ankle sock that covered it. After repeating
the process, he climbed under the thick and heavy duvet in only his tight
boxers and snuggled in with a smile as the duvet hugged him, the mattress
moulded around him and the duo of pillows he rested his head upon embraced
him.

Again, lively laughter could be heard as Damien closed his eyes with the
intention of sleeping this time instead of thinking back on perverted
memories of lusting after his dad. He was happy as long as his dad was, and
as much of a heavy sleeper he was, he knew that however loud the pair were
from any room in the cottage, he would have absolutely no trouble falling
asleep. And that is exactly what he did, it didn't take long and it
happened without him even realising. As soon as his eyes shut, he was out
for the count.

In the midst of his dreamless sleep, in the thralls of the warm and
welcoming bedding, Damien woke to the sensation of the mattress dipping
behind him and the cool air gliding across his naked, exposed back. He
turned his head in an instant to see what was causing such an occurrence
and in the pale moonlight streaming in from the window, he saw the figure
of man sliding into the bed that for the duration of the trip would be his.

`Dad?' he said with a guess.

`Yeah,' Vince answered back, `it's just me, son.'

Vince didn't stop positioning himself between the mattress and duvet, or
beside his boy, he just seemed to make himself more and more
comfortable. As odd as Damien found it to be at first, in part due to him
still being half asleep, he was more than ok with the idea of sharing his
bed with his dad.

`Um, what... what happened with your own room?' he asked with obvious
exhaustion in his voice.

`Nothing, the room is great. Jay's snoring reverberates through the walls
though, I couldn't sleep.'

Vince pulled the duvet over his body and the warmth that Damien felt before
was doubled thanks to the presence of his daddy's body.

`Oh, ok.' shrugged Damien in response, `The bed is amazing. So you'll have
a great sleep for sure, dad.'

`I don't doubt it.'

The daddy moved his hand so that it would be underneath one of the pillows,
but in doing so, he accidentally brushed his thick, manly fingers along the
base of Damien's back and noticed that his boy was topless, and perhaps
naked.

`Are you sleeping in the buff?' he asked with a wide grin across his face,
as if he was proud of the fact that his boy copied him.

`No, I'm wearing boxers.'

Damien was finding himself increasingly more alert and awake, for however
long the rest of the night was, he wanted to experience every second that
his dad was sharing the same bed as him, something that had never happened
before.

`So am I.' sighed Vince as shuffled in the bed, trying to find a comfy spot
while facing the back of his adult son, `I like sleeping in just my
boxers.'

`I know, dad. That's where I got it from... my ol' man.' he sniggered
cheekily.

`Oi!'

Vince gave Damien a playful yet powerful shove that nearly pushed him off
the bed completely. And in doing so, Vince found the action to be rather
exciting. For some reason, touching his boy while he wears his signature
navy boxers, was turning him in on in a way he had buried for years.

`Dad!' yelped Damien, `I could've fallen off!'

`Do you think I would let you fall, my boy, my job is to save you and
protect you.' said Vince as he placed his elbow into the pillow and rested
his face in his open palm.

`Jeez, I didn't think you and Jay were gonna be drinking that much. I
would've joined you otherwise.'

Damien then turned on his back after feeling the shift in the bed that
happened as Vince got into his current position. Staring at the plain white
ceiling, Damien could tell his dad was staring directly at him, and in a
bid to conceal an ever-growing boner occurring from the ongoing events, he
discretely reached for his crotch and held his dick down with one hand.

`Why didn't you?' asked Vince in a sincere tone.

`I was tired from the journey.' he answered, `Thought I would be much
better company tomorrow... well, now today. What time is it anyway?'

`Just gone two.' he answered.

Vince cleared his throat as quietly as he could, not wishing to disturb his
son any more than he already had. Afterwards, and while Damien was watching
out the corner of his eye, the boxer clad daddy reached under the duvet and
scratched at his balls roughly. Funnily enough, the noise that derived from
inside his boxers was louder than when he cleared his throat, not that
Damien was annoyed. The twink found any and every little thing relating to
his dad's body a massive turn and so, he almost wished that the itch that
currently plagued his daddy cock and balls lasted a while longer.

`I'll tell you something funny.' started Vince, still flicking away at his
big, hairy, bull balls, `Jay wears silk pyjamas to bed!'

`No way!' scoffed Damien, `Thought he would've been a boxers in bed type
man, or just naked.'

`That's what I said!' he laughed while dragging his hand away from his junk
and resuming his position with his elbow on the pillow and his face in his
palm, `Something about the missus preferring it or some shit.'

`I don't think I could ever sleep in pj's anymore, I've grown accustomed to
feeling the sheets on my body and on my legs.'

`I agree, son.'

Damien, still lying on his back, looked towards his bare-chested father and
with the bright moonlight streaming in from the small window; it was
somewhat easy to make out the chiselled features that made his face so
handsome, even with a beard hiding some of it.

`I'm guessing that's what you're wearing... ' began Damien, `... boxers?'

`Would there be anything else to wear in bed?' he answered sarcastically
with an obvious chuckle in his voice, `Maybe we should try to get some
sleep. Sorry for waking you up, boy.'

`It's cool, dad. I'd rather you had a good sleep with me, than struggle
with Jay next door.'

`Thanks.'

Vince lowered his hand and in turn his face lowered as well until it met
the cushion-y softness that was the memory foam pillow. His body was facing
Damien and slowly, the twink turned his body so that his back was facing
his father. The worry of being caught with one of the most solid boners of
his life was nearly consuming him. The explanation of why he had one,
should he be caught with it, had yet to form in his head, not that he had
the time to think of one as his daddy spoke to him again.

`Tomorrow is gonna be a great day, we've got so much planned.'

`Like what?'

`Jay really wants to fish, so we are gonna have to show him the ropes with
that. And as long as the weather holds out, I was thinking we could take
the afternoon to have a bike ride through the treks. Apparently the scenery
through them is breath-taking.'

`Dad, that sounds like an amazing day.'

`Ok, well now I really will let you sleep.'

`Ok, dad, night.'

`Sweet dreams, boy.'

Damien's eyes shut in a haze, he really was exhausted and so falling asleep
once more wasn't as difficult as it may have been for others. Vince, on the
other hand, watched his son in the dead of night as the side of the toned,
twinky body raised and fell with every gently intake of breath. And while
he lay there, taken in by the sights of his boy's lean, naked back, the
daddy felt his cock swell and his balls begin to ache. But, much like how
Damien desperately tried to hide his pulsing boner, Vince to didn't want
attention brought to his, so he fought against the will of his body and
mind and decided not to stroke one out while lying beside his basically
naked son, instead opting to fall asleep also.

It was about two hours after that, around 4.30am when Damien was disturbed
from his slumber for the second time that night. Around his waist he could
feel the tight grip of a thick, furry arm, pressed against his back was a
heaving, hairy chest, and pushed between his bubble-butt cheeks was
something most notable, something Damien had all but felt a hundred times
over, a hard as fuck prick; his daddy's hard as fuck prick.

`Dad?' he grumbled sleepily, a displayed manner that wasn't as truthful as
he made out to be.

`I'm here.' said Vince with a warm and prolonged exhale, the kind of exhale
to be heard during sex.

`Aren't you a little old to be having nightmares?' stated Damien.

`Who said anything about nightmares?'

Vince's grip tightened and he lowered his mouth to Damien's neck and kissed
it gently before closing his teeth around a small area and biting just as
gently.

`Well, the snuggling?' he pointed out, `Made me think you'd had a bad
dream, dad.'

`No bad dreams when I'm with you.'

`Daddy.' moaned Damien, a moan that not only confirmed to Vince that it was
ok to be doing this, but actually encouraged him to continue doing so.

Damien reached around to his large ass and gasped once he grabbed a hold of
his dad's bare and throbbing member.

`Have you taken your boxers off?' he asked breathlessly.

`Of course. I took them off once you had fallen asleep. I was so hard,
son. I wanted to wank so much.'

Vince kissed Damien's neck once more and with his cock he thrust forward
slowly. His dick hadn't breached the two sizeable cheeks yet, instead it
had only rubbed up and down the gorgeous crack of son's ass.

`You could've wanked. You should've wanked, dad.' said Damien with a hushed
tone, he was as horny as his father, and the fact that they were now, for
the first time, engaging in such activities, blew his twinky little brain,
`We're two grown men. We have needs that we need to fulfil.'

`Too right, boy. The need I have right now is to "fulfil" your fucking ass
with my daddy dick!'

The pair laughed in sync at the joke. It was as terrible as sexual dad
jokes could be. But, nevertheless, Damien found it to be incredibly funny,
and more than that, sexy.

`I want you to fuck me, dad.'

`Yeah?' moaned Vince, happy to hear that.

Damien pushed his big butt back, inviting the thick prick in with a warm
welcome. He didn't want to wait. For years he had been in the midst of
ever-developing, sexual feelings about his own daddy. And finally, the many
fantasises he had envisioned were coming to life.

`Yeah, dad. I want you to fuck me. I want you breed me. I want to feel your
warm nut deep in my boy pussy.'

`Fuck, boy.' Vince's thrusts stopped momentarily as he took in every word
that escaped his son's mouth, `I had no idea you were such a naughty,
naughty boy with such a dirty mouth. I like it.'

`Can I suck your dick, dad? Please!' he begged.

`Is that what you really want to do?' Vince asked even though he knew the
answer, he just wanted to hear it again, and allow Damien to say it again.

`I want to suck your cock dry.' he whined, as he rolled his head into his
daddy's hairy chest.

`What else?'

`I want to lick your big fuckin' balls. Get `em all wet. I want to taste
your pre-cum. Wipe it all over my face. Get your scent on me.'

`Fuck, Damien, you little slut.'

`I am, dad, more than you know.'

`Have you been bred before? Huh? Has another man dumped his load up my
boy's ass before I had a chance to?'

`Yes, daddy. Sorry, daddy.'

`I think we are gonna make up for lost time.'

`Ugh, fuck yes!'

`Now, get your fucking mouth on my cock now, boy.'

`Yes, sir!'

Damien threw the duvet off of his body and leaned forward, towards Vince's
cock which was standing to attention and clear to see thanks to the
early-morning sunrise currently occurring. He quickly got up on his knees,
seductively placing his tempting bubble-butt to the side of his daddy and
in plain view. The horny, just as rock solid, twink, gripped his father's
throbbing appendage and stared at the fleshy pole in awe.

`What?' muttered Vince.

`It's better than I ever imagined, daddy.'

`Yeah?' he chuckled.

`It's thicker. I knew you had foreskin, but fuck,' Damien pulled the
foreskin back, revealing the plump, red cock-head hidden underneath, and
then pulled it back up, `this is perfect. And your balls, oh, my god.' He
let go of Vince's prick, lowered his hand just that little bit further and
cupped the full and hairy balls, `I've wanted to do this for so long,
daddy.'

`I have too.' he paused, `I have too.'

Damien bounced the balls in his hand a few times, enjoying the weight he
could feel from them. Either they were fit to burst with wads of cum or
they simply were heavy balls. He let go of them and positioned his head
above the already leaking cock-head. Within seconds of doing so, and much
to the surprise of Vince, Damien had already swallowed the entire length of
the massive cock in one go, all the way down to the base, balls deep. He
gagged a few times, but he never retracted the cock from his throat, nor
did he even think about it. It wasn't until Vince paused his hearty moans
and groans and basically pulled Damien off his pulsating cock that the
twink drew breath.

`Damn, you are just full of surprises, aren't you?'

`Yeah.' he said while trying to catch his breath.

Afterwards, Damien went back to the cock, this time opting to suck it
instead of swallowing it whole. His lips were clamped around it and pushed
about half way down the dick before slowly pulling back up to the head
where he brushed it delicately with his tongue.

`Oh, fuck, Damien. That's so good.'

He didn't respond verbally, he knew he didn't need to, the act of him still
sucking on his dad's cock, with the force of his lips increasing, was in
itself, the response. He was moaning loudly though, the taste of the cock,
the feel of it and just the fact it was poking at his tonsils was enough to
make the twink have a hands-free orgasm all over the sheets.

`Keep sucking my dick, ok? Daddy's just gonna have a little play with what
you have back here.'

Damien did as he was told. His mouth never lifted from his daddy's crotch,
and he waited in ecstasy for the touch on his ass and his tight, pink
hole. Vince couldn't see Damien's ass as well as Damien could see Vince's
cock, but it was still obvious where everything was, he wasn't worried that
he might struggle to find his son's asshole. With both hands, Vince
caressed each cheek in a soothing, loving manner, almost as if he was
buffing it like he would the bonnet of his large car.

`Mmm.' whimpered Damien at the slightest of touch.

`What a lovely butt. A nice fuckin ass.'

Vince spanked it lightly, and Damien once again whimpered into his dad's
cock. Both times Damien had whimpered, it sent a short wave of vibration
that buzzed throughout the mammoth daddy dick, a sensation Vince had never
experienced before. And so, in a bid to recreate it, he spanked his boy's
butt a little harder.

`Mmm!'

Success, his dick shook as another wave of vibration reverberated around
his cock, causing a short spurt of pre-cum to ooze out, much to Damien's
enjoyment. Vince drew in his fingers towards the centre of it all, towards
Damien's hole and with force and speed, pushed the bountiful booty cheeks
as far apart as he could. And there it was, perfectly formed, perfectly
pink and, if looks were to be believed, perfectly tight.

`Fuck.' whispered Vince in lust, he had never seen such a delectable
asshole before, one that made him want to munch on it for hours; an
activity which he now had freedom to perform.

`Ugh, daddy, I love you feeling my ass up.' Damien said after taking
Vince's cock out of his mouth with an audible pop.

`Anytime, boy. And this is my ass, got that?' he said playfully.

`It's your ass, daddy. You own it. You own me.'

`Too right.'

Vince removed his right hand from the right ass cheek and brought it close
to his mouth where he proceeded to suck on his middle finger. He made sure
not to make a sound while doing so, he didn't want Damien to be aware of
what he was doing or what he was about to do. Bringing his hand back to his
boy's butt, he grazed the hole with his wet digit before circling it around
the winking entrance.

`Oh, daddy! Fuck!' he exclaimed loudly after taking his dad's cock out of
his mouth once more.

`Yeah, you like that? Daddy's finger rubbing your pussy?'

`Yes! Call it a pussy, dad. Fuck!'

Of course, Damien had heard guys in porn refer to their hole as a pussy or
the top refer to it as one, but it was never something that he had said
aloud. However, hearing his father say it sent shivers down his toned,
twink body and he suddenly wished for it to only be referred to as a pussy
from now on.

`You want my dick deep in your pussy?'

`Yes!'

`Want my nut even deeper?'

`Yes!'

`Then get my dick nice `n' sloppy.'

Damien sucked harder and faster than he had been, plus every time his mouth
filled with the mixture of salvia, dick juice and pre-cum, he spat it back
out and watched as it slid down the monster cock, coating it in the only
lubricant the twink wanted to assist his father in fucking his ass wide
open. Alongside sucking the cock vigorously, Damien had been playing with
the impressive balls that hung below. Rolling them around in his palm,
tugging at them and swirling a finger around each ball were all pleasurable
activities that not only were enjoyable for both men, but it ensured the
load to be released was a hefty one.

`I don't mind the little bit of pain that comes from an unprepared ass,
dad, I just want you to fuck me as soon as possible.' stated Damien.

`You don't want me to rim it?'

`No, I would love you too, it's just I need to feel your cock in me cos I
feel like all this excitement is gonna make me pass out!' he laughed.

`I'll rim it tomorrow, well today, I mean. Lick up all my cum that seeps
from your pussy.'

`Fuck, yeah, daddy!'

Damien sat back, his butt pressed against the heels of his feet. He had
done what he was told and got his dad's thick meat sloppy and ready to fuck
the shit out of his ass.

`Bend over.' his dad commanded, `I really don't want you to be in too much
pain, your ass looks pretty tight, so I want you to tell me when it's
becoming unbearable, ok?'

`I'll tell you if that happens, promise.'

`Good boy.'

Damien crawled forward and stopped when he was far enough in front of his
hunky father and the big cock which pointed to the ceiling with shameless
confidence. He lowered his head to the bed and raised his ass up before
swaying it and circling it in the air to further entice the already enticed
older, furry man.

`My cock is dripping. You did well.'

`Wasn't my first time sucking a cock like that. But, it was my first time
sucking one so big.'

`You cock whore.' he said as he spanked his boy's ass roughly.

Vince lined up his dick with the entrance to Damien's hole and rubbed his
pre-cum leaking head around the pink, snug hole. He could tell how excited
his boy was, despite him trying hard to keep his back curved, it would
often rise a little due to the heavy breathing derived from unbridled
excitement. Vince didn't care but thought it sexually amusing that his boy
was carrying out correct "bottom posture".

`Here goes, son.'

`I'm ready for it.'

As Vince continued rubbing and slapping his engorged cock around Damien's
bubble-butt, the twink pushed back with his ass and moaned wildly. Like an
animal in heat, Damien needed to be fucked now. No more waiting, which is
exactly what the push back signified, a sign that Vince picked up on. And
he would've shoved his cock in sooner if he hadn't found the pure lust of
his son to be so erotic. With a deep inhale to steady his nerves, the daddy
pushed in with his cockhead, and with a little whine from Damien, the head
slipped in quite easily with the amount of pre-cum lube that covered his
cock. Oddly enough, it didn't seem to be resistant to his cock entering,
Damien's hole was opening up around it, encouraging it to go deep, even
without any preparation or lube of significance.

`Fuck, it's sliding in.'

`Ah. Yeah, daddy.' he said through gritted teeth, `Ok, wait, pause for a
second.'

`Ok, baby, ok. It's ok. Daddy's got you.'

Damien pushed himself up, but in no way made it so that his dad's dick was
any less inside him. Vince grabbed him by the waist and neck and pulled him
in close. After wrapping his burly arms around his smooth son, Vince
nibbled on his ear and waited patiently for the green light to go again.

`Sorry.' said Damien in an almost defeated tone.

`Damien, son, do not apologise. I told you to tell me, and you did. I'm not
mad, and I'm not getting soft, so don't worry. I'm ready when you are.'

`I'm ready, dad. I just needed a sec.' explained Damien.

`Son, you can have all the breaks you want. Besides, you did say my cock is
the biggest you've had, so maybe you should take a few breaks.' teased
Vince.

`You're as big of a cock as your cock!' retorted Damien in a playful
manner.

`And are you sure we shouldn't use proper lube?'

`Dad, I've been gangbanged by a group of big black guys, all with beer-can
cocks, and I didn't use anything bit spit and cum as lube. Trust me, after
a minute or two, I'm good.'

`Fuck, you little whore.' he growled into Damien's ear, `Where was my
invitation?'

`Lost in the mail, I guess.'

`Damn post office.'

Vince was shocked. The admission his boy had been gangbanged by a group of
men knocked him for six. There wasn't one detail about the fuck party that
he didn't want to know about. But, for now, all he wanted to know about was
the feeling of his giant cock buried in his son.

`You're gonna tell me all about that gangbang later.'

`Yes, sir. Ok, fuck me, daddy.' he added quickly.

The dad didn't need to be told twice. He relinquished his grip from his
boy's waist and neck and gripped onto both shoulders instead, a position
that would give much better control as to how much of his cock he pushed
in. If it was to be inch by inch, then so be it. Vince slid his cock in
slowly, allowing Damien the time to ask for another pause, not that he
thought he would, especially after the titbit of tantalising information
Damien had just shared.

`Balls deep, daddy!'

Damien whined loudly, calling for it to happen. There was no other way he
wanted to take his dad's cock except bare and balls deep. He wanted to feel
his daddy's short and curlies scratching against the soft, smooth skin of
his big butt. And he could feel it happening. Already, Vince was halfway in
with his dick, and with no desire from Damien to stop, Vince kept going and
eventually, balls deep is exactly what he was.

`You feel me, boy? You feel your daddy balls deep in your pussy?'

`Ah! Yes, dad! Fuck!'

Vince strengthened his grip upon Damien's shoulders, his fingers dug in
with a vice like grip in readiness for the rough breeding he was about to
dish out to his boy. Damien was in heaven, a good pounding was all he ever
needed to make him happy; a good pounding and a good breeding. Vince didn't
express any warning that he was about to begin fucking Damien's ass like
tomorrow was not a given, he just did it. Besides, the few seconds that his
cock was buried deep seemed to do the trick in terms of relaxing the
muscles of his ass.

Vince pulled out; leaving only the head of his cock snuggled in the warmth
of Damien's hole, and then slammed back in with force. His balls smashed
off from the big butt, so much so that the daddy nearly winced in mild
discomfort. Damien yelled out at the sudden exit and entrance of the big
monster schlong, but stayed still as he waited for what he hoped would be a
repeat. Again, Vince pulled out and thrust back in with equal force, this
time, however, and from now on, he was going to properly fuck at a rapid
pace, just as he had planned.

`Oh, fuck!' moaned Damien uncontrollably.

`Take my cock, whore. `

The dull slapping of skin on skin, of Vince's thighs smashing into Damien's
ample behind filled the room, and perhaps even, the hallway outside of
it. There was a creak originating from behind the bedroom door, both men
heard it, but both didn't say anything, assuming that with such an old
property like the one they were residing in for the weekend, there was
bound to be the occasional shift in the floorboards.

Vince's hands had moved to either side of Damien's slender but built hips,
and the twink had, at some point, began wanking his own impressive
tool. The daddy could tell, given that his boy's arm was carrying out the
correct motion for someone who was wanking. Vince loved it, after all, why
shouldn't Damien wank to completion with his dad's dick buried in him.

`So fuckin' tight.' complemented Vince.

The ass was sincerely the greatest, most voluptuous, incredible piece of
physical art that Vince had ever fucked—and in his time, he had fucked
plenty of gorgeous people. He knew, however, that he had competition, all
the men that had been where he is now: balls deep in Damien, would've been
astounding fuckers, and he honestly didn't want Damien to say it was the
best fuck just because it was delivered by his father. No, he was going to
pull out all the stops in the short amount of time he knew he had left. His
balls were churning, tempting to unload within a second and flood the boy
pussy he was pounding, but he held on.

The dad pushed in with speed and harshness and in response, Damien fell
flat to the bed, just as the daddy had intended. Now, in a more vulnerable
position, with little control, Damien became that bit more
excited. Surrendering his body, his control, his freedom turned him on
beyond belief, and the fact that his dad was taking ownership of it all was
mind-blowing.

`I'm gonna nut soon, son.' he panted, `Where do you want it?'

`In my ass, daddy! Please, in my ass!' he begged wholeheartedly.

`Uh-uh, boy. It ain't an ass anymore, is it?'

`My pussy.' the twink corrected, `Nut in my pussy. Knock me up with your
fucking creamy jizz!'

Vince pounded harder. His thick, tree-trunk arms were positioned either
side of Damien's, giving him the stable support he needed to maintain his
brutal assault on Damien's bubble-butt. Damien could feel his dad's dick
slip in and out with ease, the pain he felt at the start had ceased. The
continuous dripping of pre-cum from his father's prick had ensured his hole
was kept sufficiently lubed, and it felt good, better than any time
before. Sure, the gangbang at the mercy of a group of well-built and stocky
black men, was an out-of-this-world experience—an experience he wished
to happen again, perhaps with his dad watching on—but compared to this,
compared to the man he has looked up to for his whole life fucking his
brains out, the gangbang falls to second place.

`Son, fuck, I don't know how long I can hold out for.' warned Vince.

`Bust when you gotta bust, dad! I need it.' reassured Damien.

Vince was relieved that Damien didn't seem to be angry or upset, in truth,
how could he be, the fucking had exceeded the length of time any other man
could last. Vince would've been happy if his balls lasted a little while
longer, but he was excited at blowing his much anticipated load up his boys
hole, as was Damien. The thrusts Vince delivered into Damien's butt
continued. Slapping hard against the ass were two, fuzzy, low-hanging nuts
which ached gently, dying to dispense their worked-up load.

`Oh, fuck, son. I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum!' he yelled without fear of
being heard, the euphoric state he was in granted him that arrogance that
even if anyone heard, he didn't care.

`Cum, daddy! Fucking breed my boy hole. Breed my pussy.' Damien panted
wildly.

`Oh, fuck, here it comes!'

One harder pound into his son and Vince unloaded like a river that had
breached the dam wall. His legs shook violently and he grabbed onto the
back of Damien's head, pushing him into the bed, as his balls fired shot
after shot of warm, creamy man goo into Damien's ass. Damien lay still as
his dad roared like a lion and as he felt the powerful shots fire deep into
his gut. It was as if someone had shoved a water pistol up his ass and kept
hold of the trigger, that was how powerful each burst of cum felt like as
it punched into his colon.

`Fuck, son. Fuck, son. Fuck, son.'

Vince pulled out halfway as the intensity of the orgasm wore down, and
shoved it back in balls deep. The dad circled his hips, rotating his wet
and sensitive dick inside the cummy hole. Damien had a smile as wide as the
horizon as his daddy went back to pounding him a few more times, in a bid
to squeeze out every last drop of his seed.

`Dad, oh, my god. Daddy.' the twink moaned, exhausted.

`My balls are empty.' the daddy stated in triumph.

`Oh, I know, dad.'

Vince lay down atop Damien, his cock still buried in the ass he had just
seeded, and kissed his boy's sweat covered back. Both men lay motionless
for a moment, catching their breath and fully digesting what had just
transpired.

`I want to breed your pussy every chance I get, d'ya hear me?' whispered
Vince in an authoritative tone.

`Anytime, dad.' he answered, fighting to speak through the panting which
nearly overwhelmed him, `Sneak into my room anytime. I want you to just
come in while I sleep and pound me raw.'

`I don't need your permission, bitch, I was gonna do that anyway.' he said
with a friendly chuckle afterwards.

`Dad,' began Damien, he could feel his dad's cock softening now and knew it
wouldn't be long before his dick was removed, a move that signified the
ending of their first ever fuck, `I love you.'

`I love you, more than you could possibly know.'

Damien raised his head and before he could do anything more, Vince brought
his face around and initiated a passionate kiss. It lasted longer than it
needed to, but the dad thought it would be the best way to end the
incredible time they had spent together.

`Do you mind if I sleep with your cum in me?' asked Damien.

`You never cease to amaze me, boy.'

Vince pulled his flaccid, but still large cock from his boy's worn out hole
and threw himself back onto his side of the bed. Damien clenched his hole
and sat back also. Damien never broke eye contact with his father as he
retreated under the covers of the bed they would now share, and Vince
didn't want him to. Every second he stared into the eyes of his boy was
time well spent.

Once snuggled in bed, Vince pulled Damien in for a spoon and one last kiss
before they fell asleep. Outside the door, however, during their kiss, was
another audible creak from the old floorboards, and once again, both men
put it down to the simple fact that was, the age of the house.

`Better not be ghosts, dad.' he jokingly said in fear.

`Daddy's here, boy. They'd have to get through me first.'

`Aw.' he cooed.

`I'll see you, and your cummy hole, in the morning.'

`Night, daddy.'

`Night, son, love you.'

`Love you, too.'





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