Date: Thu, 15 Jun 2017 23:05:48 +0000
From: J Wize <jaywizetoo@gmail.com>
Subject: Dad's Big Dick 2 (Revised)

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I snapped awake the morning of my eighteenth birthday and lay there,
staring at the ceiling of my bedroom at 2:00 AM and thinking about the
events of yesterday afternoon. I drew a long, deep breath, then let it out.

Part of me hated my dad even more, knowing he had called me out and proven
he was the more powerful of the two of us. It's like that, apparently,
between fathers and sons; that need to compete; for each to prove some
level of dominance over the other.

Love mixes with flawed personality, conflict and ambition, and churns out a
bitter concoction that usually makes nobody happy.

Except, strangely, that I felt better now than I had in a very long
time. Admitting to myself that I had wanted for years to do what I did
yesterday; to see dad the way I saw him; strapping, virile, confident,
sexual... well, it had changed me. Perhaps that was the moment when a boy
finally became a man. And though I submitted to him, endured the
humiliation, became little more than a sexual toy for him, I couldn't deny
the fact that I had chosen to do it.

And deep down, I had enjoyed it.

Still, dad hadn't magically changed since yesterday. He was still a
selfish, abusive, sarcastic man; everything I never wanted to be when I
grew up. Even now, as I thought about him, anger welled up inside me. The
thought that I had buckled under so quickly was either a credit to my own
weakness, or to his ability to exploit it.

I wondered how he would act later this morning when I got up. Would he
mention yesterday? Or would he put on his tired, obnoxious act for mom and
forget about it entirely?

I didn't have to wait long for my answer. A deep voice spoke to me from the
darkness just beyond my open door.

"Can't sleep, eh? Bet I know why."

I strained to make out his shape in the dim light of the clock next to my
bed as I sat up, supporting myself on one elbow.

"I was just thinking about mom. And what she'll say when I tell her what
you did yesterday."

For a moment I thought I saw the flash of white teeth in the door, then dad
walked into my room. He was wearing a pair of gym shorts. I recognized
them. He'd had them for years; they were his favorites. The material was
worn in places and so thin they didn't leave much to the imagination.

His hair was tousled. He'd obviously been asleep for a while.

"Lame," he said. "I expected more grit from you than that." He reached up
to scratch one bulging pec absently. "In fact, I'm not sure what's more
pathetic: that you'd tell anyone that you kneeled for your old man like the
whore you are, or that you'd run to your mommy to complain about
it. Eighteen years old and still a pussy." He shook his head slowly.

I didn't answer. I knew he was right. I'd never be able to bring myself to
tell mom about any of this. Even if it didn't break her heart, it would
repulse her, and just make her more miserable than she already was in this
marriage.

"Besides. That's not why you're awake."

He reached down, pulling the waistband of his shorts downward, and hooking
it beneath his big balls in an easy, practiced motion.

"This is why you're awake," he said, and smirked.

I stared at him for a moment, then looked up at his face. "Dad, it's 2 in
the morning. Mom's asleep down the hall. Give it a rest." I flopped back
down on my back, shaking my head at the ceiling. "Jesus, this is so fucked
up."

Dad moved closed to the bed, stepping around the side nearest me. The big
cock swayed with each step. "What's fucked up, sport, is that you're back
to pretending you aren't a greedy queer craving his daddy's cock. Are we
gonna have to play this game every time you give me head, or are you going
to learn to live with it? You're a cocksucker. It's what you do."

He grabbed the thick shaft and shook it lightly, squeezing it. I looked
over, amazed at the size of it, even though I'd seen it less than then 10
hours ago.

"Come on. Suck it, kid. But be quiet about it. If your mom wakes up, you'll
regret it. Your job is to get me off so I can get the fuck back to bed. Got
a long day tomorrow and you're keeping me from getting the rest I need."
His voice was low, quiet, almost reasonable.

I turned on my side, scooting closer to the edge of the bed.

"Good boy. Now reach out and grab it. You know you want it, kiddo. Get your
dad off.  In fact, this is gonna be a nightly thing. Your mom'll be glad
I'm letting her sleep for a change.

He moved closer and I slid my fingers around the thick flesh, waiting the
plump head to my lips. The warm taste of him filled my mouth, and I moaned
involuntarily.

Dad's voice was soothing. "Yeahhh. Just like that, sport. Nice and
slow. Get it wet for daddy."

For a time, I sucked gently, listening to his breathing deepen, hearing the
sounds of crickets outside my window, the soft whoosh of the house's air
conditioning.

"Fuck, kid. Your mouth feels so good." Dad's hips moved, pushing his cock
further into me. He reached out with both hands, sliding his fingers
through my hair and holding my head in place and, with a low growl, he
began a slow, leisurely fuck, pumping his horse cock in and out, first
going shallow, then alternating with deeper thrusts, grinding his groin
against my lips when he bottomed out.

"God damn, faggot, getting me so close. But this ride's just beginning."

His thrusts quickened, his breath coming in short gasps. I braced myself
for a mouth and throat full of his potent cream, but no sooner had the
thought crossed my mind than dad abruptly yanked his massive tool from my
lips.

He stared down at me, his eyes blazing with lust. His lip pulled back in a
sneer. The scruff on his chin and cheeks made him seem more threatening in
the muted half-light. My cock was a bar of iron. I knew something was about
to happen. And I wasn't sure I'd be ready for it.

Dad bent over, jerking down his shorts and stepping out of them
completely. Completely nude, he was breathtaking. I stared at him in
amazement; at the way his arms flexed randomly, almost without him
trying. Ripples passed through his thick pecs as he straightened up, that
cocky, arrogant smile on his fucking face.

"Time for lesson two, sport. Turn over." It wasn't a request.

I blinked.

"On your belly, kid. I wanna see that queer ass."

I did as he directed. As I rolled over, he jerked the covers down to the
foot of the bed. I wore a pair of black boxer briefs. He stared down at me,
blue eyes drinking in the valley between my shoulder blades, the concave
arch of my lower back and muscular twin globes that only a teenager can
truly possess.

"Take `em off," he growled, then reached down to his shorts, still lying
where he dropped them, and fished around in one of the pockets.

In a daze, I couldn't think to do anything but obey him. My eyes were
locked on on dad's body, roaming every inch of tanned skin and fur, from
the mounds of muscle leading from his shoulders to his neck, to the cords
lining his forearms, to the thickness of his powerful thighs.

I reached down, sliding my underwear down, my hard cock sliding over the
soft cotton of my sheets. Reflexively, I humped down into the mattress,
enjoying the feel of the torsion on my 18 year old penis; of the cool air
upon my balls.

Dad tossed something behind him, then grabbed his thick cock and started
fisting it in long, even strokes. In seconds, it was covered in a slick,
glossy coat of lube. The wet smacking sounds of it were lude and sexual.

"Relax, sport. You're getting fucked, one way or another. Might as well
enjoy it, but even if you don't, your dad's gonna breed your hole and fill
you so full of cum, you'll slosh tomorrow when you walk. "

He moved forward, getting onto the bed upon his knees and moving to settle
between my own athletic legs. I looked forward, at the headboard of my bed,
at the pillows there, and at the wallpaper above it. I could feel him there
behind me, the heat of him. I could see the shadow of his tall form upon
the mattress.

I let out a long breath. I wanted this. I had always wanted this. Something
inside of me squealed. I was about to be fucked by my own father, in my own
bed. Once that happened, I would never be the same. I would be his bitch;
his cocksucking queer, bottom of a son, hanging around only to service him,
pretending at a normal life when my only real purpose was to act as a
receptacle for his cum, just another toy for him to play with when he was
bored of my mother.

Suddenly I felt his breath upon my shoulder, upon my neck, then a pair of
lips came to rest against my left hear. I felt the blunt head of his cock
slide between my ass cheeks and prod at my tight pink hole.

"Dad..." I whispered. It was a question, a statement, a command; the sound
of a son begging for his father's massive organ inside him.

"Good boy. Daddy's gonna fuck you now, sport. Let me in. Don't fight it."
My ass widened as the head began to push inside. It felt like inches were
disappearing inside of me, but the head hadn't even passed my ring yet.

"Fuck, kid. Your hole's tighter than your mom's. She loves it in the ass
too. I trained her to do that when she was pregnant with you." He pushed
further, and the head popped through my sphincter, along with a couple of
inches of his wide shaft.

I gasped. "Daddy..."

"Yeah, sport. Daddy's inside you. Fuck. Just like your mom. She didn't cry
either. She was born to do that, just like you were. Maybe it runs in the
family on her side." He slide a few more inches inside of me. "Imagine
that. Might go back generations; mothers, daughters, sons,
grandfathers... all with asses made to take a cock this size."

He pushed the rest of the way in, waggling his hips until the stretched
lips of my asshole hugged the base of his dadhood. He stayed there for a
few moments, relishing the wet, silken heat of my insides.

"What do you want, sport?"

I grunted, completely impaled by the massive organ.

"Say it. What do you want from your dad?"

I mumbled something.

"SAY it, kid. Admit it to yourself. Admit it to me. What do you want?"

"I want you to fuck me, dad.  I want you to breed me like you do mom."

Dad hissed. "Yessss. I knew it." He pulled nearly all the way out, then
slide smoothly back into the hilt. "Fuck, Eric. Your ass is just like I
imagined it. I knew someday I'd take it. I knew someday you'd give it to
me, just like everyone else I've ever wanted."

Another long, slow, electric pull-out, followed by a faster plunge deep
inside.

"Ungh." I let out as his weight pushed me down into the mattress.

Another thrust. Then another, steady and deep as the tides.

"Ungh. Ungh.."

"Fuck yeah, boy. Takin' dad's mule cock like a pro. Good boy. Fuckin' good
boy."

I lay there, my back arched with the sheer pleasure of it. Every push
inside me sent sparks of lust up my spine. My mind swam in desire. This was
happening. My dad was mating with me.

I heard a sound at the door, and looked back.

"Mom!" I blurted without thinking.

Dad's steady pumping didn't even slow.  He glanced back at her face and
smirked. "Givin' Eric his birthday gift. You mind?"

She didn't answer, but neither did she look particularly happy. "David..."
her voice was uncertain.

"FUCK OFF," dad snapped. "Go back to the bedroom and I'll take care of you
when I'm done here. From now on, you'll both be bred whenever the fuck I
want to."

She watched, her own eyes irresistibly drawn to the scene. Her high-school
sweetheart, her life-long tormentor and enemy, her only source of support,
and the addictive drug she stuffed in her pussy every night was right
there, in front of her, breeding her son; his own flesh and blood.

Slowly, my shame and horror began to fade into the pleasure dad was giving
me. I watched her face as she backed away from the door, then turned
away. Dad continued his rhythmic pumping.

Her presence had lit a fire in both of us. Dad's thrusts sped up, and I
began bucking back up into him with each movement of his lean hips.

"You liked that, didn't you, you little slut. You like knowing your mom was
watching her faggot son givin' up his ass to his dad. Fucking little
whore. Now she knows. She knows what you want and what you need. And there
ain't shit she'll do about it, because she needs it as bad as you do."

Yanking his cock out of me, dad flipped me over as if I were a rag doll. I
looked up at him as he slid his arms under my legs and hoisted them up over
his shoulders. In an instant, he was back inside me. Jesus, he'd done that
without even looking down. His face, his blue eyes were just a foot from my
own now and his hips continued their pile-driving thrusts as if he had
never stopped.

"I wanna look into your eyes when I cum in your boy pussy, kid. You'll
never forget the moment I put my big load up that queer hole.. You ready
for it?"

I nodded, breathless. "Yeah.. cum inside me, daddy."

"Beg for it, sport."

"Please, dad. Please... I need your cum inside me. Fuck, its so big...."

"Hell yeah it is, faggot.  When I cum, it'll be so far up inside you, it'll
take a day to find its way out. You want it? Want dad's cum, kid?"

"Fuck.. yeah, dad. Please!"

"Here it comes!"

He froze, buried inside me, and I swear to all that's holy, I could feel
the load widening his cock, the pulse travelling from the base down to the
head again and again as he emptied those huge balls into his boy's
stretched anus.

"Jesus fuck!" he grunted, his eyes clenched shut as his body spasmed, every
muscle of his arms, chest and shoulders standing out in stark relief as he
orgasmed in his own boy's butt.

I lost control at that and my own cock started jerking and jumping against
my belly, shooting a thick, creamy load between us. "Oh fuck! Daddy! I'm
cumming!"

The moment seemed to last an eternity. We had both yelled loud enough for
mom to hear. Somehow that made it hotter. Her opinion didn't matter
now. Not in this room, not right now.

Dad collapsed upon me, his breath coming in deep, animalistic gasps against
my neck. Every few seconds, his body jerked with the aftershocks of his own
climax.

We lay there for minutes, our breath slowly returning to normal, but dad
stayed inside me, his cock softer but still swollen to an unbelievable
thickness.

"Hold still," he whispered in my ear. His tongue snaked out slowly,
writhing in my ear. I wiggled in ecstasy, unable to escape him. "Hold
still," he repeated.

Then I felt it. A hot fullness inside me. Fuller than his cock. I could
tell by his slow, measured breathing that dad was pissing inside me. I
closed my eyes, imagining that. That golden fluid mixing with the ample cum
from his heavy balls.

"Ahhhh, yessss." he whispered, his tongue squirming into my ear canal. "Let
daddy piss in that queer hole. Almost done. Take it all, baby. You mom
loves this too. Won't let me get out of bed to go to the bathroom at
night. Mmmmm.  Fuck, kid. It's still coming."

I lay there, legs spread like the whore I was, letting my dad empty his
bladder inside my guts. And there was no place on earth I'd rather be.

When the gush finally became a stream, and the stream had dwindled to a
trickle, then to the very last drops, Dad eased himself out of me, slow
enough to allow my colon to close behind the retreating organ, trapping cum
and piss deep inside me, to be absorbed into my bloodstream.

When the wide head had left my asshole, dad rose, sitting back on his
haunches and grinning. "Not bad, for a beginner," he said. "I'll be back
tomorrow night."

I could only nod. Good thing tomorrow was Saturday. I wouldn't get much
sleep tonight. My cock was still hard and throbbing, my belly coated with
the last load I'd shot. I reached down as he disappeared out my bedroom
door, his muscular ass flexing as the darkness of the hallway swallowed
him, and jacked myself roughly, bringing myself to another quick orgasm
before I collapsed back onto the mattress and closed my eyes.

* * *