Date: Tue, 07 Mar 2023 11:50:15 +0000 From: Jack Metillicum Subject: Dad's Big Bulge - Chapter One This story is a work of fiction all characters are made up from the author's imagination and bear no resemblance to anyone living or dead. The author holds the copyright and no unauthorised reproduction in full or part may be made without the authors explicit consent. Nifty truly is an amazing site, it give's us all outlets to our fantasies and kinks without risk or harming another. As such this amazing site relies on your donations, please consider helping no matter how large or small, every donation makes a difference and helps keep it free and accessible for all. I try and respond to all emails and messages but remember we may be in different timezones. Life in general and the sheer quantity of mail is making this much, much slower than I'd like... Dad's Big Bulge Chapter One It has been a long, hot, drawn-out day at college. The summers when they actually happen here in the UK are always unpredictable. One minute it would be pissing down with rain then suddenly bright sunshine, or bloody freezing, yet for now we were having a heatwave. For nearly three weeks the temperatures had been in the high nineties or hitting over a hundred without a break in the heat forecast for at least another week. The bus ride home was torturous and as I stepped off my shirt was wet and clinging to my back and chest. I could feel sweat trickling down my legs, and the pungent aroma of sweat filled my nose as I lifted my arm to wipe the sweat from my brow. There was little shade and no breeze whatsoever as I walked along the winding roads to our house, the late afternoon sun was low in the sky and blindingly dazzling. The air just seemed to hang and didn't move, just hovering stationary hot and heavy. It felt as though you were wading through molasses, with every heavy step forwards. I was lucky enough that my dad gave me a ride in the morning but right now I wish he had been there to collect me, the air conditioning of his Mercedes would have been more beneficial now than first thing this and made me far less tired right now. This had been a rough week so thank god it was Friday tomorrow I thought, but unbeknownst to me it was only going to get worse. Today was my forth day back at college after my best mate Josh had tried to kill himself. Everyone was still asking after him, and how was I. We were all shocked but I was more concerned how he was and thought everyone else should be focused on him too. I got the same questions, did he really try and kill himself, was he really a homo. I'd snapped at that last comment and nearly punched the guy out that asked it. Josh had come out to us a week ago, we'd all known for years he was gay but we waited and let him tell us when he was ready, and of course supported him and celebrated his newfound liberation. Sadly his parents weren't so supportive, short story is that night they wanted him to get `help or conversation therapy' so rather than that he'd overdosed on sleeping pills. He'll pull through but it shook us all to the core and made me all the more grateful for my parents who were horrified at Josh's parents. We'd stood in the kitchen that night, all three of us in a group hug. My dad looked at me and told me he loved me tears in his eyes, `Jake, I don't care if you're gay, straight, bi, trans or if you identify as a chair, always be you. Always be happy and true to yourself. Know that your mum and I will always have your back, today, tomorrow and forever.' I got choked and tearful too at his speech. I guess that's why my friends all loved my parents. They were relaxed and nothing ever phased them, they were accepting of everything and everyone. They'd always been like that. They were a couple made for each other, they'd met in school. My dad was a captain on the rugby team, even at fourteen he was tall, over six foot two. Shaggy brown hair and suntanned with deep brown eyes, and dark sweeping brows with double-lashed eyes it made him look exotic. Added to a five o'clock shadow that rivalled the teacher that taught him he really was quite the catch. All the girls swooned when he walked by, but he didn't see them, he'd seen mum playing netball and he said he knew then and there she was the one. Mum was tall and very leggy, just as dark as he was, slender and high-breasted. They'd locked eyes as she took a shot which she fluffed and they hadn't looked at anyone else ever again. They'd dated all through school, college and then when just when they were going to go on to university mum fell pregnant with me. They married at Christmas and I was born in July, they made the choice that dad would stay home and raise me. Mum's career was going to be working for big banks in London which after graduating brought in plenty of money. It was only when I started school full-time at five dad started his removal business. He worked nine to three so he was always home for me, and for mum. When she came home at night dinner was always made and waiting. They never argued or fought, they were that devoted to each other. Whoever says true love doesn't exist hasn't met my parents. Walking home from the bus stop I thought about the love and support of them both, I can remember as a boy never being shouted at or smacked. When I was told off it was firmly but kindly with an explanation of just what I'd done wrong, I was sent to my room on occasion but never for hours. One or the other, normally dad would always come and get me and explain after twenty minutes that they loved me, but I had to learn right from wrong. Whenever it was dad after we'd had our talk he'd end up tickling me making me scream and squirm before picking me up and throwing me on his back and carrying me down the stairs while I ordered him around. He was a big man, now with a bushy moustache and beard, he was a giant but then as a small boy, everyone seemed huge to me. In the evenings when we were waiting for my mum to come home from work we'd sit on the sofa. I'd sit on his lap cuddling him like a baby chimpanzee hugging him tightly. I used to pretend he was my horse bouncing up and down and he would sigh and squirm and whinny and tell me to go faster like I was a racing jockey. I'd bounce up and down riding him and his hands would rest on my hips. He'd be smiling encouraging me to go faster and faster and then he would moan and whinny loudly hug me tightly and tell me he was exhausted. I smiled at the memories and chuckled about riding him like that. I wondered if he ever got hard. I shook my head, where the hell had that thought come from I wondered. Thankfully I saw my house and I sighed with relief as I entered and closed the door. Although now out of the glare and direct sun the house was like a furnace, simply because no one here in the UK has AC. We have no call for it for it, as at most the heat lingers just a couple of weeks a year. I dropped my bag and my books came spilling out but I didn't have the energy or inclination to pick them up so I left them there. I kicked off my trainers at the doorway and padded into the hall in my socks, my feet leaving damp footprints on the mahogany hardwood floor. The cheesy aroma of smelly teenage feet filled the air with every sodden step I took. Even I blanched at the smell, I balanced on one leg at a time wobbling as I removed each sock, they were so disgusting I could have thrown them at the wall and they'd have stuck. I balled them up as I headed up the stairs and took them to my room and dropped them in the hamper by the door. My room was at the back of the house, quieter at night but as were south facing the sun had superheated the room. That first breath of air seared my lungs and burned as it went down, I opened both windows as wide as they'd go and pulled the curtains closed to at least try to get some respite from the intense heat. I had to peel my jeans off my thighs like they were a second skin they were so wet from the sweat, my briefs were next. They were a pale blue this morning when I put them on, now they were more of a dark grey because they were so damp. I pulled my shirt off and dropped it on top of my clothes and kicked everything into a corner and headed into my bathroom and turned the shower on, just the cold water. I was so hot I would have sworn there was a sizzle and steam rising from me as the chill water hit my skin. The cool spray struck me and I felt better instantly, I raised my head to the shower head and revelled in the coolness as the water hit me straight in the face. I sighed from the pleasure of actually feeling a bit more human. I grabbed the shower gel and washed myself head to cheesy feet in the cold water as I had almost every day for the past fortnight. Fifteen minutes later I was still in there, reluctant to get out and face the heat of my sauna-like bedroom again. But I had a trick to that had helped me stay stay cooler, after getting out I grabbed my oversized towel and let it soak up that lovely cold water. I wrung it out till it was damp and headed into my room and lay on the bed, my towel I then laid on top of me. I tried not to move too much and just let the cool damp towel keep me from heating up to quickly, I don't know how long I'd been laying there when I fell asleep. I awoke to soft tapping on my door, I glanced at my watch. It was a little after seven, and I answered quietly `come in.' The door opened and my dad came into the room, his nose wrinkled as he came in `fucking hell it stinks in here' he laughed `Jake it smells like a school locker room, don't you ever clean this room up?' Without giving me a chance to reply he carried on his monologue `and my God, it's hot, it's like an oven in here' he said looking at me finally finishing. I watched his eyes flick over where I was laying, I was still covered by the towel. Ignoring his glance I answered him `you finished? I asked. He nodded `you think it stinks? Can't say I've really noticed' I said sarcastically. He looked at me and raised an eyebrow as if to say watch it, boy. I sighed, `dad, I've been telling you that I can hardly fucking breath in here for the past two weeks' I said tartly. `Also it's too fucking hot to clean it up!' I was glaring at him now. `Okay, okay, I get it. I will do something about it this weekend, but in the meantime tidy it up and watch your language. Oh and you can lose the attitude Jake' he said firmly. I said nothing but nodded. I smiled at him and was overly cheery when I spoke, `so, gee dad, so what did I do to garner the pleasure of your company?' He laughed and shook his head gently, `cheeky bastard, but nice recovery. Just letting you know dinners ready so get your arse downstairs pronto' he said. As he headed towards the door he glanced at me again laying there before leaving and closing the door softly. I lay there and felt my cock throb and pulse, fuck now I knew what he was staring at. I was hard as a rock, I gave it a couple of gentle tugs a few times chucking to myself, before I got out of bed. As I got to my feet the towel slid down my body and was now hanging on my stiff cock before falling to the floor. I stood looking at myself in my full-length mirror. This past year I'd worked hard to shed the weight that had plagued me all my early teenage years. I'd dropped a good forty or fifty pounds of fat and gained about fifteen to twenty of muscle, these regular gym workouts had helped me get the body I'd seen on others and always craved myself. My shoulders were broad and filling out, my biceps were getting larger and I loved my chest, my pectoral muscles stood firm and clearly defined. My legs were muscular thighs and calves as I made sure I never skipped leg day, I had great legs. My stomach was flat, and finally, I had abdominal muscles. I turned and looked at my back and flexed all the muscles standing out. I had that classic V shape leading to narrow hips and a pert bubble ass that was tight and firm. I was buff but not overly done, I didn't want to look inflated. I wanted to look good without looking artificial and I think I was achieving that, I was getting far more attention from girls now. Yeah a lot more attention, especially from Joanne. I thought of her and felt my cock thicken to its full size. I looked at my reflection smiling at myself even with the black hair that coated my chest those pecs were easy to see. My hand smoothed over the firm muscles brushing through the chest hair that was due for a clipping, I sighed as my fingers swept over my nipple. I felt my cock throb and begin to seep precum, I gently pinched and twisted my nip and using my other hand I pulled my foreskin back over the glans. It only took a few strokes and I was fully rock hard, the eight inches of teen cock standing proudly against my belly. I grasped it tightly at the base and watched as the blood pumped in and made every vein stand up and proud. I let my nip go and used that hand to wank my shaft sliding my foreskin back and forth over the purple knob head. I knew I knew didn't have long and sped up, I got closer to the mirror as I wanked watching, entranced by my throbbing cock. I felt the pressure in my balls, and I moaned softly as the first blast shot over the mirror in front of me. I heard the click of the door and saw it open in the reflection. `You gone back to sleep? I told you dinners on the table...' my dad said. He'd stopped talking as he stood in the doorway. I was caught like deer in the headlights of an oncoming car. I grunted as another three blasts erupted coating the glass, the fourth fell short and splattered on the wooden flooring. I didn't see it hit though, my eyes were locked on my father's as I felt more cum dribble over my hand. I was mortified and wanted the earth to open up and swallow me whole. He snorted and his cheeks flushed, `make sure you clean that up' he said and started to leave and close the door. `Of course, I won't, I'll leave it splattered here for mum, just fuck off dad' I said to his retreating back `and fucking knock next time for Christ's sake!' I said as I sagged leaning against the mirror. I heard the door click. I closed my eyes and brought my hand up to my mouth before licking my cum off my fingers. `I warned you earlier to watch your mouth and as I said dinner ready' he repeated popping his head back around the door. `Well, that's if you're still hungry after eating all that' he laughed `oh and... I forgot ' he then knocked on the door. I mumbled `wanker.' I heard him outside the door, `no son, that I think we've established right now you are definitely the wanker' he said letting loose a real belly laugh as he headed downstairs. I picked up my shirt which was still damp with sweat and cleaned myself off and wiped the mirror and the floor. I went to the dresser and grabbed a clean t-shirt and a pair of running shorts before heading downstairs. I didn't want to go down now and face my dad but my mum was an executive for some big bank and was off to Hong Kong in the morning for a business trip, so I had no choice but to go down and eat. At the table mum had laid out the dinner, together they'd made a chicken salad with mum's special homemade creamy blue cheese dressing sitting beside it in a jug. I sat in my usual place while mum made idle chatter and I made sure I didn't meet my father's eyes, mum served herself then dad went next. Because I was avoiding looking at him my eyes wandered and looking through the tinted glass table I saw his crotch. The mound was full, the seam of his denim jeans had divided his balls and each fat nut sat on either side, the fleshy tube of his fat shaft was outlined over his hip. I swallowed and looked away, but my gaze was drawn back, fuck my dad was hung. I shook my head and looked up, dad poured the dressing over his food and then wiped the lip of the jug with his index finger, `mmmm don't want that creamy dressing dripping and going to waste' he said looking directly at me. I felt my cheeks redden, the heat that crept up my face I'm sure started at my toes. Dad chuckled, and mum looked confused. `C'mon, there's a joke here... tell me what I'm missing' she asked smiling. I coughed, and dad just laughed `I'll tell you later hon' he said resting his hand gently on hers and smiling. They then began to talk about their day and I ate in silence, joining in occasionally with an odd grunt. Dinner was tasteless in my mouth thanks to my embarrassment, and I was glad when it was finished. Mum started clearing the plates dad grabbed the salad bowl and followed her into the kitchen and left me to get the rest. As I went to get the dressing jug I knocked it over causing it to splash over the table and my hand. Instinctively I brought my hand up and licked my fingers just as dad came in with a cloth to wipe over the table. `That's either salad dressing or you didn't wash your hands properly' he said quietly laughing. I stood there and then let my tongue flick over my fingers. I don't know why I did it but I licked along my index finger with the tip of my tongue and then sucked it slowly into my mouth. I softly moaned, our eyes were locked as I did so. He stood there with a hunger on his face I'd never seen before, his breath came out in a shudder. After I pulled my finger from my mouth I licked my lips suggestively `mmmmm, definitely salad dressing dad, mine's much sweeter and nowhere near as salty' I said. Then I winked at him and headed out into the kitchen, I put the jug and condiments on the worktop and headed out to the hall and up the stairs to my room my hard cock straining against the fabric of my shorts. My breathing was heavy and my heart was pounding in my chest as raced up each step. I closed the door leaning against it, I pulled my shorts down and rested the elastic waistband under my balls. My hard cock was throbbing and dripping a stream of precum. I wanked hard and fast with no finesse holding my other hand out ready to catch my load as I blew. This was just sheer need and I moaned loudly as I shot thick ropes over my waiting cupped hand eating it all up afterwards. I was on an adrenaline high but what the hell had I just done, and how the fuck was I going to look him in the eye at breakfast, tomorrow or ever again? I heard a hard knock at the door, I tried to steady my breathing, `yeah' I said still a bit breathlessly. `You okay son, you sound... ahh out of breath?' He asked. `Sssssure' I managed to croak out. He said nothing more but chuckled and I heard the creaking of the stairs as he went back down. Embarrassment chose for me to stay in my room and do my coursework, then watch a bit of tv for the rest of the evening, stifling though it was. Don't ask me what I wrote or what I watched as I couldn't tell you, all I could think about was my dad and his bulging crotch and licking my fingers suggestively before falling asleep sometime after ten thirty. I awoke briefly to hear moaning, it was mum, then banging. I was confused at first but it quickly dawned on me it was their headboard was banging against the wall. Dad was pounding her, and I heard him grunting, her murmured words of passion crept through the wall as they fucked. My cock hardened and gross as it was I stroked in time with the banging of the headboard hitting the wall. I like a good wank, and my free hand tweaked my nipple, and then smoothed down my stomach and cupped my hairless balls. The skin was soft and smooth, and as I caressed them I went lower than normal. My fingers smoothed over my taint and brushed over my asshole, and my breath caught in my throat from the sensations. As my middle finger explored the puckered flesh, small sparks of pleasure spread out and threatened to overwhelm me. I worked all around the hole and I don't know at what point it entered my head but I was suddenly imagining dad was pounding me. I wanked faster as the headboard next door banged quicker, dad was moaning `yeah baby, oh yeah take my cock' he moaned. Then he let a roar loose as he came, and I too blew. I was thinking of his cock sinking deep into my ass as thick ropes erupted from my piss slit and shot up my hairy stomach decorating it like tinsel on a Christmas tree. I started to use my finger to lick it up but didn't finish as I fell asleep. I was dreaming I was running, my chest was heaving as fear gripped me. No matter how fast I ran I couldn't get away from whatever was chasing me. Suddenly I heard a noise, a sound of a click, was that a gun being cocked? My heart was beating fast but then everything changed, I was now laying on my back my legs spread wide my arms tied behind my back. I felt a hand smooth over my chest, brushing over my nipples making my cock pulse and throb with my assailant gently twisting the pink nubs. Then fingertips slid down my hairy abdomen to where my cock was suddenly drooling precum, I felt those fingertips lightly brush over the silky soft skin on my shaft. Then the base of it was gripped in a ring of iron and I moaned, the shaft was being stroked up and down slowly. A long stroke up so the foreskin completely covered the purple knob before sliding the velvety skin down, up again then down slower then faster. I looked down the line of my body, a hairy muscly forearm was all I could see with a large hand pumping my meat. The foreskin slid again over the purple glans, back and forth, the precum leaking so quickly it began to froth. This rhythm was steady and strong, so much different to my own technique. I needed release right now, but instead of my manic pumping with this slower speed, I knew it would happen when my dream lover was ready. I tried to pump my hips up, `easy tiger, slower is better' said the voice in my ear. I knew that voice, it was my dad, `oh dad, I need to cum. I felt the wiry hair from his beard as he got in close to whisper in my ear, my chest was rising and falling faster. I then felt another hand pull my balls downward then his index and middle fingers pressed against my taint, I sighed and groaned. I pushed my hips downward against his hand, and then his fingers moved lower brushing over my asshole `oh dad, oh fuck dad, mmmmmm let me cum' I moaned loudly now `That's it, enjoy it, feel it build son. I want you to blow a big load for daddy,' his deep voice resonated through my chest. I felt my balls pull in close to me, getting ready to blow. That's when I felt hotness engulfing the head of my cock, oh fuck it's his mouth I suddenly realised. My cock exploded with the first blast shooting over his tongue. I felt the air stir as he pulled away and the next blast shot over my chest. I moaned and sighed and lay there unable to move gasping for breath as my cock spewed out a humongous load. I opened my eyes disoriented and heard knocking, looking up towards my bedroom door as it opened. I was confused to see my dad's head peek around the door. Oh fuck I dreamt it. `Jake, time to get up' he stopped talking, looking at me. I swear I saw his chest judder as he took in a breath. `Christ son, don't you ever leave that thing alone?' He said staring at my cock, I swallowed hard but didn't say anything. `Your alarms gone off twice already, if you still want a lift to college you need to hustle.' I watched as he closed the door. My cock still pulsing as it finished, my jizz was running down my sides but I still couldn't move. I remembered the dream, it all felt so real. My hands being tied firmly behind my back. As I got the clarity back I realised I was laying on them. Jesus, what was happening to me? I rocked myself to the side and managed to get my arms free but had pins and needles in one of them and the arm flopped around like a dying fish till the nerves woke up and I got the use back again. I jumped in the shower and dressed and was heading downstairs in less than fifteen minutes. Mum had left for the airport already, and dad was by the front door just grabbing his keys. His eyes seemed to roam all over me head to toe as I came down the stairs. He was standing there eating a salted caramel iced doughnut, `hmpfast' he mumbled grinning around a mouthful of the pastry, the frosting had spilled over his bearded chin. I shook my head, `dad you're disgusting, you got icing on your beard' I told him as I sat on the stairs tying my running shoes. He looked right at me and used his finger to wipe his chin then licked it suggestively like I had last night. I swallowed hard, my breath juddering as I inhaled. `Mmmm, sweet and salty' he said grinning and winked at me before turning and heading out the door towards the car. I stood there, what the fuck was that I thought. My cock was hard in my pants and I had to adjust myself, before following him out. I got in the car and we pulled out of the driveway in silence, I stole a glance or two at him while he was checking the junction to pull out of our road. My eyes focused on his crotch. I'd never paid attention to it before last night but now the way he was sitting the fabric of his jeans hugged it. For the first five minutes of the journey I couldn't help but stare at it. His mound was very large and there was a thick line of the shaft going down his right leg, I took a quick gasp of breath. My cock was still hard but now trapped uncomfortably in my underwear, fuck I wanted to get it out and just wank myself. More than that though I desperately wanted to reach out and touch him run my fingers over the denim, feel his shaft thicken under my fingers, hear him moan. I felt excited and nervous, I turned to look out my window but my eyes kept going back to his bulging crotch. Was it larger now? Was it getting thicker, longer? My mind was working overtime. What would it taste like? My breathing which was erratic was now coming in short gasps and my mouth suddenly watered and I swallowed hard, but the thought of sucking his cock was making me salivate. What the fuck was happening to me? My fingers gripped my thigh tightly, I didn't trust myself not to reach out and feel him up. To let my fingers slide over his thigh make their way along the fleshy pipe resting on his thigh. I was full-on staring now, my chest was now heaving. I was breathing to fast but not getting the benefit of the oxygen. As much as my chest expanded it felt like it was collapsing, it was tightening up now. I could only focus on his bulging groin, as I stared I swear I saw it grow longer as it pulsed and thickened. Was that a damp pre cum patch at the tip? Oh fuck, my breathing sped up even more, and my eyes were wide. Fuck I suddenly knew what was happening, I was having a full-on panic attack, I hadn't had one of these for at least a year or two. Dad turned and looked at me, `you ok son?' He asked. I tried to speak but I was gasping for breath, my chest felt like I had a wide band around it tightening making each breath harder to get in and less oxygen was getting into my lungs. My eyes were wide like a horse who was about to bolt, `can't breathe, fuck, dad, fuck, oh, oh, fuck.' That was the last thing I could say as I began panting like a mother birthing a baby. Dad swerved the car to the side of the road, someone sounded their horn behind us. `Fuck off' I heard dad shout and saw him flip the guy off as he drove by us, he then had his seatbelt off and then mine. He reached into the glove box looking for the trusty brown bag I used to use, but I'd thrown it away a few months ago. `Threw it out' I managed to gasp as I knew what he was looking for. `Fuck' he said. I was severely hyperventilating now, I was getting dizzy. `Stay with me Jake, breath with me focus on my voice' he said. `Slowly, son,' he reached around my shoulder hugging me in close to him. He brought his arm up and with his hand, he pinched one of my nostrils closed, `purse your lips like your whistling. You know the routine. Slowly in, slowly out son, just listen to me there's nothing to worry about. No one else in the world but us. You're safe and your mum and I love you. Just think of something calming. Slow it down, son.' I looked at him and his scent filled my one free nostril, his rich manly aroma mixed with his aftershave was intoxicating. I gulped, my pulse speeding up, my chest tightening further. I looked down and saw the mound of his cock and balls. A small plaintive cry slipped out of my mouth. My mouth opened wider as I gasped for breath, and that was when I felt his lips press against mine. Suddenly all I could see was his brown eyes staring into mine. His lips pressed against mine, his beard ad moustache scratchy against my lips, chin and cheeks. I moaned softly into his mouth, my tongue flicked over his lips but his mouth stayed closed. But then his tongue licked my lips. His big hands now held my face, I felt myself melt into him and although my heart was pounding a stillness started to spread as he embraced me. I suddenly felt safer, protected and calmer, my breathing began to slow and after five minutes he released me. I was drenched in sweat even with the air conditioning blowing, I sat there shaking. `Better?' He asked. I said nothing not looking at him, I just nodded. A minute later or so I found my voice `Sorry, so sorry, dad, I'm so sorry I don't know what happened.' I whispered. I felt pathetic and didn't realise I was crying. I felt one of his thumbs wipe my tears away, the rough skin from his working hands scratching my cheek. `Oh son, there's no need to apologise, let's get you home, there's no way you can go to college like this.' He put the car in gear and pulled out into the traffic and less than fifteen minutes later we were pulling into our driveway. He was out of the car and around to my side in a flash. He opened the door and helped me out, my knees nearly gave way and he had an arm around me keeping me standing as he led me inside. I was amazed at his strength, I was a big guy at seventeen just about six feet even but my dad was a giant at six feet nine. He seemed to manoeuvre me in with no effort at all, settling me on the couch. He reached into his pocket grabbed his phone and dialled the college and explained I was ill and wouldn't be in today. I expected him to put his phone away and head off to work but he made another call. `Hey Marcy, it's Alex. Jakes' not well I'm spending the day with my boy, tell Adam he gets to be boss today.' He laughed then, a deep belly chuckle `yeah sure, but make sure you tell him to call if he needs to. Sure, sure. Okay bye.' Next, his fingers flew over the phone, and he looked up briefly, just letting your mum know. I rolled my eyes, `for fucks sake' I muttered under my breath but not as quietly as I'd thought. `Hey! I warned you last night, I'm serious Jake. We cut you a lot of slack, you may be seventeen and think you're a man but...' I interrupted him `I am a man dad!' He ignored me and carried on `...but you better watch your mouth in this house and especially to me, understand?' His tone and the stern look he gave me brokered no argument. I looked at him and scowled, `and you can take that fucking look off your face as well, I know you think you know everything but you have to remember...' he stopped talking as his phone began ringing. I listened to his half of the phone call, `Hey honey, no, no need to panic it's over... no, no, he's fine now. Yeah, it was a bad one, scared the crap out of me at first, and him I think. I know there's something on his mind. I saw he was worked up before he got up this morning.' I groaned inwardly knowing I was blowing a massive load and was hard as a rock when he woke me up. He continued `yeah and before we left and again on our way, I think he saw something that might have triggered it.' He looked at me intensely when he said that. I shrunk in on myself. Oh fuck, he had seen me staring. Was it that bloody obvious? Dad carried on talking `No, you go on your trip, I can take a few days off if necessary, Adam can run the place he's been begging for more responsibility. He laughed, hell yeah, he guffawed then whispered, me too. I could feel my cheeks flushing scarlet, knowing he had seen. His hints only exacerbated my embarrassment. `I agree, yeah I'm going to have it all out with him in a minute. He seems to be needing something, I haven't put my finger on it yet, but I'm going to.' I thought of him putting his finger on my asshole. I shuddered with the idea. Jesus Christ Jake, get a grip I thought to myself. I tuned out momentarily but was once again focusing on what he was saying. `No, of course not I won't rush him, I'll be real gentle with him at first. He knows I love him, maybe it's time I showed him just how much. I'm going to take my time with him. I'm going get it all out then I'm going to work on him, let him relax open up and then he's going to give in and....' He went silent `... Oh fuck, I was reading all this innuendo in what he was saying. I my cock was hard, dripping with a damp patch showing. It was tenting out my grey sweatpants, if I adjusted it he'd see but if I left it as it was... he looked at me then the tent in my pants, he licked his lips quickly. I grabbed a sofa cushion placing it on my lap to hide the lump. He laughed then and shook his head, all this time he hadn't broken eye contact with me. `Yeah, he's just told me he's a man I'm sure he can take whatever I give him. But once he's relaxed we'll get it sorted but if he doesn't want it the easy way, if I have to start pounding the shit out of him I will he said. I looked at him as he said that. His eyes were twinkling and there was a hungry look on his face, I felt my breath catch in my throat. I swallowed hard again and glanced at his cock, I swear that fucking beast had grown and then pulsed. `I will, safe journey.' He said and hung up. He stood there saying nothing, a fire was lit behind his eyes, I sat there trying not to stare at this giant of a man, my father. I looked at him feeling so small, I tried to hold his gaze but my eyes kept betraying me and I was soon glancing at his cock. `Is there something you want son? Something you need from me, Jake? Talk to me son, I'm your father. I love you more than anything in the world' he said as he came closer to the sofa and sat on the edge beside me resting his big hand on my thigh. My mouth had gone dry my chest was tightening up, but not like before my leg was trembling. How could I tell him that I'd suddenly developed a sexual attraction to him? That I wanted to roll around and absorb the scent of his body, I wanted to taste him. As tolerant as he was he'd be disgusted and ashamed of me, I felt my bottom lip begin to tremble. `Oh son, don't, you're safe' he reached forward and pulled me by my arm closer. I was pulled at almost g-force speed towards him where he wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tightly. His manly scent filled my nostrils, the pheromones triggering the baser instincts in my brain. This is a man, the alpha, he is the boss, and you will submit my brain said. My head was in the crook of his neck, my nose rested just above his collarbone. There was a mixture of scents, the faint shaving gel from where he trimmed his beard. Although he had a full-face beard, he trimmed it just above his Addams apple. The cologne he wore was expensive and subtle, but the underlying smell was all him. Although still early in the day there was also the scent of the sweat on his skin, I watched as a bead of it formed and ran down his neck. My tongue darted out and I tasted it, it was like honey. The flavours of his sweat and skin exploded upon my tongue, cascading through my senses. I hadn't noticed when I had tasted that bead of sweat how his hand had come to the back of my head holding me there. I sighed and huffed the scent of him deeper in, all logic that this man was my father had evaporated and left behind a carnal lust that was growing. I licked his neck again a long slow lick from collarbone to just under his beard line. I felt his chest judder as he inhaled, I had to fight hard to pull back and look at his face. We locked eyes my lips were opening and closing but words wouldn't form. I licked them and wetted them and leaned in closer. My hands had found their way to rest upon his chest. I slid them up towards his neck my fingers locking together behind his head. `Do you really want this Jake?' His voice was soft almost a whisper. But he didn't yield, I pulled hard and as I did my body lifted off the sofa as I inched closer and closer towards him. With my lips only inches from his face his arms moved fast and he held my biceps hard and tight. `Jake, I said do you really want this?' As he spoke a vein in his temple began to pulse. `Jake if we start this I don't think I'll be able to stop if you change your mind. This is your last time chance to back out tiger' he said. I smiled at the nickname, then my dream came back from this morning, he'd called me tiger in it. He hadn't called me that since I was thirteen or so. I looked at him, I swallowed twice and found my voice, `this morning, you, you, oh fuck, it was, it WAS you, not a dream!' He looked away from me, `oh God dad, yes. I need this. I want this' I said as my voice trembled. His head turned slowly to me then his mouth was upon mine, his lips so full and pink pressed in hard and his tongue slid into my mouth. I cried out as he tasted me, I began to relax when he pushed me into the sofa collapsing on me. My breath exited as he winded me from his weight, but I didn't care, his tongue probed and explored every crevice of my mouth. I sent my tongue into his exploring, I tasted him but he was so much more experienced. He darted in and out and as it plunged in deeper my lips slid over the probing muscle. I sucked it, his saliva flooded my mouth and I drank it willingly, swallowing his taste. Dad's hands found their way to my chest, the Avengers t-shirt bunched in his big hands, he pulled and the fabric shredded like paper leaving my chest bare and heaving and hanging on my arms. His fingers slid over the taught muscles of my pecs and found my nipples the pink nubs were hard and proud in my excitement. He pulled them pulling the flesh making me cry out with pleasure and pain. My head lolled backwards as if it had suddenly had a forty-pound weight at the back. His lips travelled over my jaw working their way down my neck, small butterfly kisses leaving a flame of passion in their wake. He nibbled on my throat softly biting the flesh, he licked and kissed his way to my left nipple, he drew the teat in between his teeth and bared down. I felt the pressures from his jaw and it brought first a low moan from my throat before the sharp intake of breath and crying out as the painful biting had my fingers trying to gain purchase on the sofa cushions. `Ow, oh fuck, ow dad, too hard!' I sighed. `Sorry' he chuckled as he released the now flattened nub, his teeth clearly shown in the indentations. He kissed the tender flesh and I shivered then he worked his way down my chest to my abdomen and then followed the treasure trail to my waistband of my sweats. He slid to his knees on the floor and the drawstring pulled and loosened, his hands bunched in the fabric on either side of my waist and they along with my briefs were suddenly down around my ankles, my cock catching on my underwear before slapping back against my abs. Another tug and they and my running shoes and socks were all off, his face moved in a blur as he swooped in and began to suck my cock. The heat of his mouth as he caressed the glans with his tongue made me moan, my fingers wound their way into his shaggy hair. I gripped and moaned and sighed as I experienced my first blow job, well my second after this morning. His head worked up and down the shaft, swallowing it all easily as if it were just a few inches. Up and down, his mouth slid and his spittle drooling over my balls and heading toward my ass. That's when he shifted position. My legs were suddenly hoisted up upon high and his mouth sank into the valley of my ass crack. I cried out as his lips sealed over my hole, he licked and nipped chewing on the puckered pink flesh. I'd only just discovered the possibility of the innate pleasure my hole could give me. Dad's tongue began battering the muscle, he slid it in and out. He moaned and fed like a man starved of food for a year, he was hungry, near ravenous for my hole. His hands spread the cheeks of my ass wider as he dived in, he was eating me out, moaning and groaning with near animalistic tendencies. As he fed his fingers worked closer to the puckered flesh till they began stimulating it. Smoothing and tapping before a fat index finger slid in to the second knuckle and joined his tongue. I cried out, I pulled his face in deeper into my crack. `Oh fuck dad eat my ass, oh fuck' my chest was rising and falling as I sucked in huge lungfuls of air. `Yeah, boy that's a tight hole, so pretty' he whispered to no one. I could feel his finger sinking deeper in then felt another fat finger slid inside beside it stretching me even wider, deep all the way in to the base of his hand. I was about to say too much when his mouth once again closed over my cock. My hips thrust upwards and down pumping my teenage cock deep into his adult throat all the way to my pubis. He swallowed all eight inches to the root, when he came off it there was a thick line of saliva connecting his mouth to the glistening glans. `Please more, daddy' I said. `'What did you call me Jake?' I looked at him, `dad' I said. `Uh uh,' he said. I flushed pink, `daddy, I called you daddy. I said. He grinned `Oh yeah boy' he said. He dived back on my cock and I cried out louder than ever as he worked my prick over. I felt added pressure on my ass and a stab of pain made my eyes open wide as he added a third finger. `Oh dad, it's so tight, I can't take anymore, your hands are too big' I said. `Oh yeah, a beautiful virgin boy cunt don't worry I'm not going to get my hand in there. I won't be fisting you. Yet' he said giving me a momentary respite. Yet? Fisting, fuck what had I gotten myself into, my dad's hands were huge his wrists were a good nine-plus inches in circumference. Then all rational thought was expunged from my mind as his fingers began alternating three fingers from each hand sliding in as three slid out. With every entrance to the root of his hand, it felt like I was splitting in two. `Easy dad' I said with a slight amount of pain in my voice. `I warned you tiger I wouldn't be able to stop once I started' he said. His fingers were plunging in twisting and stretching my asshole wider. He pulled them out and his face once again dived in, eating and slurping at the stretched entrance to my bowels. In and out his tongue slurped and slathered my ass cunt. `I was back to moaning as he filled my hole with his saliva, then his fingers back in deeper stretching wider. Then even more pressure, now four fat fingers slid in and out, my pleasure-pain receptors were being scrambled I wasn't sure what was happening now. The sensory overload in my brain must have flicked a switch as suddenly I cried out, daddy, give me more, deeper. That was obviously what he was waiting for, he rose to his knees, his eyes bored into my soul. Something deep in him ignited, he unclasped his belt and pulled it through the loops. Each one slapped as it passed, then he pulled at the waistband on his jeans the top button popped open, but he was impatient and he clasped both sides with his hands and yanked hard. The buttons from his flys went flying off like shrapnel around the room. I could see the dark bush of his pubic hair and the base of his fat prick. There was a huge damp patch on his thigh from his leaking cock. He reached in and hauled it out. I watched in awe as nearly eleven inches of fat daddy cock hung in front of him, he shuffled forward on his knees and lifted my legs that were once again resting on the floor. I held them up hands behind my knees. I felt him line the fat bulbous head of his cock against my asshole. I came to my senses but it was too late. He pushed forwards and the fat head slid in through the outer muscle of my teen virgin ass. My mouth opened in a silent scream as I felt a burning pain explode outwards, the shockwave of a ground zero explosion igniting pain beyond all my imagining. `No' I managed to say. `YES' he said and slid in deeper and deeper. I felt myself filling up as he went in deeper. My asshole was stretching wider to let the fat invader in, then as it went deeper it hit something and blinding white light and stars filled my vision. Deeper and deeper he plunged till he had filled me full of his hulking python cock. I felt his balls against my ass. I felt full and that I was being torn in two. The pain was back with a vengeance and it burned like someone had poured gasoline in my guts and ignited it. `Breath son, deep breaths, and relax' he said. `Relax! I've got a fucking tree trunk buried in my ass and you want me to relax!' I screamed. He pulsed his cock then and I felt my hole already stretched to the limit trying to get wider as he forced more blood into his raging fuck stick. `Arggggghhhh no more dad' I pleaded. `I warned you, son, now you get what you wanted' his voice was low and husky raw with sex and power. He began to draw the huge length out, it was like a huge train exiting a tunnel but he stopped with the head still inside before sliding in. I cried out, my eyes squinting tightly it was so uncomfortable. `Just relax' he repeated. Deeper in and then out he slid, only to return deeper than before and again nearly all the way out. In and out deep and shallow then he angled his hips once again. He hit that magic button and I cried out. My cock was once again like rock, and pissing precum like a tap. A pool was under the glans filling my belly button. Dad scooped it with his fingers and slathered his cock with it. In again and this time it was a little slicker. With every pass, he battered that special gland that sent me careering into orbit. He got to his feet squatting so to be able to see his dick plunging deeper to the root, he was now hammering my teen ass. But this time as he slammed in my cock exploded. The first blast cleared over my head splatting over the wall onto a print of their wedding day behind me. The second landed in my hair and over my cheek, he slammed in again the next I was ready for and had my mouth open as it splattered over my awaiting tongue. As did the next couple, after that it went over my pecks and nipples. As I was blasting my assring tried to snap shut around the invading daddy cock. This one was more sensation too much as dad plunged in, I felt my ring fight not to stretch wider as his cock erupted like a volcano spewing his molten hot cum over the walls of abused guts. I felt every spasm as he shot his thick seed deep into my bowels. He cried out, I hadn't even felt his hand move and suddenly he gripped my throat as he unloaded deep into me. His hips were again pounding, my ass was squelching and farting air as he pounded my hole. `That's it boy take it all.' My ass was on fire but not from pain, well not yet. Sweat dripped onto me from his brow. He plunged in again and I felt his cock once again spasming. He collapsed on me kissing my cheek. `Oh, Jake, Jake, fourteen years I've waited to fuck you. My god I love you my son' he sighed. I lay there my dad's dick still sunk eleven inches into my body as his chest heaved as he caught his breath. Panting he braced his torso on his hands on either side of my body, he leaned in close and kissed me softly and tenderly. His tongue not so frantically searching my mouth. He pulled back and looked at me and smiled, `fourteen years?' I asked him. He flushed, `I didn't mean to say that out loud and I hoped you hadn't heard.' He said in a voice that was full of embarrassment I suppose. We'll talk about that later, right now you're going to need to empty out. I think I pumped a good pint into your beautiful little ass.' I frowned, `trust me you'll need to get it out, it will out one way or another' he said. I winced as he started to slide his cock out, when I felt my hole stretching even more I knew the head was on its way out. When he was fully out I felt somewhat empty and cold inside. That's when I felt it, a slight trickle, I looked at him and tried to understand what it was. `Go' he said standing up and offering me a hand. I stood on shaky legs and gravity started pulling what went in, out. As I stood I clenched my ass as I headed to the toilet. As much as I tried to clench I felt I was gaping wide open. Jesus Christ, I thought would I ever close up again? Whatever I may have thought I wanted, THAT WAS never happening again I said to myself as I lowered myself onto the stool. 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