Date: Tue, 18 Jul 2017 02:21:21 +0000
From: J Wize <jaywizetoo@gmail.com>
Subject: Dad's Big Dick 3

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My mother left the next day with my two sisters. This time she made it
clear she was going to be gone for good long time, living with her sister
in Portland.

I had to admit, I couldn't very well blame her. What woman --what wife--
could have witnessed what she had the night before in her son's bedroom and
stuck around afterward? She had obviously been too shocked to react as she
should have, but her anger afterward was something to behold.

And the way she looked at me --the sound of her voice-- it was also clear
that she wasn't hurt, or even fearful.

She was jealous.

Dad tried everything he could think of to get her to stay. He joked, he
pleaded. He tried to charm her, beg her, seduce her, then he ultimately
became angry when she didn't respond to any of these tactics. He raged
around the house for an hour before she left, but leave she did.

As soon as she was gone, dad found me. I was the new target of his anger;
as if this had somehow been all my fault. Then again, maybe it had. It
isn't as if I hadn't wanted it. He yelled for a while, he bullied, he
pushed, but I wasn't in the mood to fight him, and I don't think a fight
was what he was looking for either.

After a while, he disappeared into the basement, which had always been his
private domain. I had was more fond of keeping to myself in my bedroom
upstairs, especially when he was down there drinking, watching TV or god
knows what else.

It was around dinner time when dad came back up. If I hadn't already seen
him earlier, I wouldn't have believed anything was wrong at all. His cocky
swagger was back. He went to the fridge and took out a bottle of beer,
opening it with a tool from a nearby drawer.

I was passing through on my way back to the pool, face red and head down,
torn between shame for what had happened last night, at being caught, and
anger at having let the bastard put me in this situation in the first
place. But I also knew that, in a twisted sort of way, this was something I
had wanted for a long time and wanted --no, needed-- to see through to the
end.

The house was empty now except for the two of us. Something about that sent
a rush of pleasure and anticipation up my spine.

"Hey, faggot." Dad's voice stopped me in my tracks just short of the back
door.

I looked over. He didn't seem mad, so I answered.

"Yeah?"

"Your mom sent me a message while I was downstairs. She won't be back for a
few months. Looks like even my cock has limits." He grinned.

I nodded. "Seems that way.  But then, you weren't exactly subtle last
night. What did you expect she'd do, clap for us?"

Dad walked over and took one of my arms in a strong hand, turning me around
and guiding me into the living room.

"Such a wise-ass. Tell you what... I have a better idea about what you can
do with that mouth, sport. If you can't shut the fuck up and just do what
you were born to do, I guess I'll have to teach you how that works."

We walked over to one corner of the room; the one nearest the picture
windows that looked out over our front yard. They were open and the light
drapes blew in the warm summer breeze.

He pushed me ahead of him then turned me around, his eyes never breaking
contact with mine as he shoved me into the corner. His right hand tightened
on my arm and he forced me down, slowly, to my knees. A fist balled in my
hair and dad pulled with enough strength to force my head back. I had no
choice but to look up into his sneering face.

"Congratulations, sport. You got your mom to kick us both to the curb, so
it looks like you get to be mommy from now on. She kept me cumming most of
the day and night, so now you get to pull double duty."

With his free hand, dad yanked down the front of his sweats, freeing his
big cock and balls.

"Swallow. All of it."

My mouth had barely opened when he crammed it full of his swelling
meat. The thick dong slid past my tonsils, lodging in my throat. Dad
shuffled forward, pushing me back into the corner with his body, and then
he fucked my mouth, thrusting firmly into me again and again, showing me
who was boss, bouncing my head against the wall as the wide, flaring head
burrowed deep, the shaft sliding back and forth across my tongue.

It took a minute or so for me to get used to him, but soon I was hugging
his ass and bobbing my head into his groin, trying to swallow more of him.

He rested one muscled arm against the wall, the other hand behind my neck,
lean hips pumping, breeding his son's mouth like every daddy should.

"That's a good boy. Take your momma's place, queer. That's it, nice and
deep. Swallow daddy's baby maker, sport."

My eyes watered as dad's muscles flexed above me. His thighs tightened, his
ass clenching as he moved from side to side, stirring his long cock in the
depths of my throat.

"Aw yeah, boy. Fuckin' love that mouth. Better than your mom's. You ready
for a load of dad's cum, son? Course you are. From now on, you eat and
drink whatever I give you."

His thrusts quickened and he grunted, a deep guttural sound as he grew
closer to his explosion. I wonder if anyone wandering by outside would have
heard him, or would have understood what they were hearing if they had.

"Fuck... Fuck... take it, bitch; swallow dad's nut like your mom does. Eat
it, kid. Ungh!"

Every muscle in his body tightened as he emptied the contents of his big
balls down my throat and into my belly.

We stood there in the corner for a time, dad slowly catching his breath and
I looking up at him, my lips still stretched around his softening dick.

He smiled down at me, flexing the organ in my mouth. "You love that, don't
you, kid."

I nodded, swishing my tongue along the underside of the sensitive flesh.

"Good. You'll be doing this a lot. In fact, I've got a buddy who needs a
piece of you too, so you're gonna service him, and anyone else I tell you
to. Got that?"

I nodded again.

"I thought maybe I'd have to threaten to boot your punk ass out of this
house, but then I realized, this is what you've wanted since you were a
tween, isn't it? You'd have done anything I wanted any time I wanted it;
only I wasn't about to go to jail for your sniveling ass. I knew I just had
to be patient, and you'd swallow my nut on the day of your 18th
birthday. And you did. Congratulations on being so fuckin' predictable,
sport. Now your queer ass belongs to me."

He reached down and squeezed the shaft, milking one last drop of cum onto
my tongue, then he pulled out completely and laid the heavy, wet shaft
across my nose.

"You dad's cocksucker?"

I nodded.

"I didn't hear you. Are you my personal cocksucker, sport?"

"Yeah," I answered.

"And you'll suck this cock whenever I want, day or night?"

"Yes, sir."

"And you'll bend over for me any time I want to bust a nut in your tight
ass?"

I swallowed. "Yes, sir."

"And because you'll service me any time I want, you'll also service anyone
I tell you to service."

It wasn't a question.

The weight of his hot cock on the bridge of my nose compelled my answer. I
could smell the sweat drying on his big, hanging balls.

"Yes, sir."

"Good." Dad took his cock in his hand and slapped the fat head once on my
forehead, playfully. "Now get the fuck out of my sight. I'll text you when
I need you again."

Then he turned, tucking himself back into his sweats, and walked away.

I stood up and returned to my bedroom, stripping out of my clothes once the
door was closed behind me, and flopping down on the bed. I jacked off
roughly, cumming hard in less than a minute, my teenaged load blasting
across my chest and face.

As my breathing slowed, I didn't know what was more surprising; my dad's
assumptions about me wanting him from such an early age, or the fact that
he was utterly and completely right about his hold over me.

I slept.

When I awoke, it was dark outside. I had no idea how long I'd been out. The
house was quiet, and I stretched as I rose from the bed. I realized that my
cum had dried on my chest and cheek. Gross. I walked into the bathroom and
turned on the shower, letting the hot water cascade down my body, lathering
myself up with sweet-smelling body wash, my mind still struggling to absorb
the events of the past couple of days.

I stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel and looked at myself in the
mirror. At eighteen, I had a swimmer's build; the kind that seems to come
so naturally to guys my age; smooth skin with a soft layer of fuzz on my
rounded pecs and upon my thighs; otherwise, my body smooth as a baby's
bottom, my cock hanging downward, respectable, but nowhere near the size of
my dad's monster.

I began drying off just as I heard the sound of a soft ding from the other
room.

Text message. Fuck.

I walked back into my bedroom and picked up the phone, swiping to open the
message.

4027 JUNIPER. 2 BLOCKS AWAY. SIDE DOOR. STAIRS TO BASEMENT. LEAVE CLOTHES
OUTSIDE.

My heart skipped a beat, and I started to harden immediately. I threw on a
pair of gym shorts and an Under Armour tee shirt. Best not to keep dad
waiting.

The walk didn't take long. The phone indicated it was two o'clock in the
morning. How had I slept that long? The neighborhood was nearly silent; no
dogs barking or cars anywhere about, other than those parked in driveways
or along the streets.

The house on Juniper Street was ghostly white beneath the added shade of a
few old oak trees. The lights were all out, and none snapped on as I
approached the left side of the split-level ranch.

The wooden side door was clearly open inside, but a light screen door
shaded the interior from view. I looked around me, wondering if there were
any way someone could see me sneak around like this. I imagined some old
housewife being nosey, or some old pervert having a peep in the wee hours
of the morning, when old men become restless and filled with the memory of
their adventurous youths.

But the windows of the neighboring houses were all dark, devoid of any
activity or movement. Still, I felt exposed, lewd.

I pulled the tee over my head, the soft fabric tickling my skin. Then I
slid my shorts down, stepping out of them and leaving them in a pool at my
feet. I left my tennis shoes on and opened the door. It yielded quietly
enough, unlike most of the screen doors I had ever encountered. A stairwell
to my left disappeared into dimness below.

I closed the door behind me, wondering for a single, panic-stricken moment,
if I had come to the wrong house. As I did a soft, the light in the
basement turned on. Thought it was realtively dim, it seemed as bright as
the sun from my walk over.

I descended the stairs. The basement was finished, just barely. A rough
Berber carpeting covered the floor. On one end of the space, a pool table
sat looking somewhat out of place with its lush, felt surface and ornately
carved legs.

The other end of the basement sported only a couch, an armchair, a coffee
table and a flat screen television. The place had a vaguely musty smell to
it, but not an offensive one.

My dad stepped out from behind the steep staircase, a wicked grin on his
face. He was dressed in athletic shorts himself, and a red zip-up
hoodie. He approached me and put his hand on my naked chest, pushing me
surprisingly gently down on to the coffee table, pulling down his shorts
without a word and pulling my head forward.

I sucked him into my mouth, almost dizzy with the raw danger of what we
were doing. This was not our house, after all. I had no idea at all whose
house it might be. There might be people sleeping upstairs. In fact, I was
certain there were.

But, it didn't really matter. Dad's cock was back in my mouth where it
belonged. For a time, only the soft sounds of my sucking could be heard
over the low whoosh of cool air through the house's ducts. I lavished
attention on the thick dick.

Dad's whisper was barely audible. "Good boy. You ready for a treat?"

I nodded eagerly.

Dad reached into his hoodie pocket and pulled out his phone.

SHIT, I thought. I'd left mine outside the door above in my shorts. I
hadn't thought to take it with me into the house.

Silently, dad tapped out a message, then hit send. I wondered who he had
messaged, but only for a few seconds.

From above me, I heard the low thumps of footfalls. Heavy ones. They
descended a staircase upstairs, crossed over the ceiling over dad and I,
then stopped at the head of the basement stairwell.

The dim light above us turned off abruptly, leaving us in near pitch black
darkness. Only a solitary night-light at the other end of the basement cast
any illumination at all.

Dad pulled his cock out of my mouth and gestured for me to rise. Silently,
he grasped my shoulders and turned me around, guiding me until I was bent
at the waist over the soft arm of the sofa.

The solid (though quiet) footfalls continued, descending the stairs and,
looking back over my shoulder, I finally saw the large form of a man.

I didn't recognize him. He was wide, barrel-chested with massive, slightly
sagging pecs that were no doubt once a sight to behold. They almost looked
like breasts in the low light, but were larger and flatter, crowned with
thick, round nipples nearly buried in a mass of dark fur.

Beneath the big pecs, a large round belly dominated the center of his
silhouette, set atop strong hips and tree-trunk thighs. He looked built for
hard labor and was probably immensely strong. His fur-covered shoulders
were massive and drew up to a solid neck and heavily bearded face. He
looked like something out of a Russian fable, or some middle eastern
bathhouse, an executioner, perhaps, her a woodsman in flannel bearing a
gleaming axe beside a fallen tree.

I couldn't see what he had between his legs, but if his cock was anything
like the rest of his body, I was in for a serious ride.

He whispered, and even at that volume level he sounded like some fantastic
beast from mythology; a minotaur or other such behemoth, the voice deep and
masculine.

"Need to make this quick, Dave. Rachel's a light sleeper, but I had to have
me some of this." A huge hand pawed at my upturned ass. "Haven't seen this
one since he was twelve. Looks like he's grown up a bit."

He squeezed my ass again, kneading the smooth flesh there, big fingers
exploring the length of the cleft between my cheeks.

"You ready to get bred, boy?" I felt his lips next to my ear and the round
girth of his belly against the small of my back.

Dad handed the man something, and I heard a plastic lid open, then snick
closed, followed by a wet, greasy sound.

"Suck your dad's cock, kid. I want your mouth so full of meat you can't
make enough noise to wake up my wife. You do that and this won't go so well
for you. Keep quiet and take this big cock and I'll fill you with enough
jizz to choke a horse. Deal?"

The darkness was still so profound. My eyes hadn't quite adjusted
fully. The presence of the two men --one of them my father-- had me hard
and throbbing.

Dad's penis touched my lips and he whispered, "Yeah, son. Eat daddy's cock
while the nice man fucks your ass."

I felt the blunt head of the hulking man's cock, greased with lube, against
my hole. I felt his hot breath on my neck and then all of the world entered
my butt. I grunted as dad's thick cock filled my mouth, and what felt like
two railroad spikes pushed past my sphincter.

The huge hips swiveled and pushed, widening my hole as the big man worked
his way inside me. He never stopped, never let me adjust. I silently
thanked the powers that made me that dad had already broken me in back
there. As each inch of the man's thick meat slid up my ass, dad pushed an
inch of his own down my throat. The giant behind me bottomed out long
before dad did. He wasn't, apparently, very long, but he more than made up
for it in the thickness of his huge, iron-hard bear cock. His nipples and
chest fur rasped along my shoulder blades. I could feel the weight of them,
even as he supported himself with massive arms, still thick with muscle,
but covered in decade's worth of beers and steak.

"Jesus, fuck, he's tight," the man breathed. "Just like you said. So
fucking tight, almost hurts."

Dad snorted, barely audibly. "Told ya. Widen him up good. He's hungry for
it. He's always in heat for a big ol' dick. You in all the way yet?"

"Yeah..."

"Then fuck him," dad said.

"Yeah..."

The big cock began to move inside of me. The big man exhaled and I breathed
in the stale scent of whiskey and smoke. My mind swam as dad fucked my
mouth in slow, gentle rocking motions, letting me get used to being spitted
on two massive dicks at the same time.

"You like that, sport? This guy's bred every woman in town twice, including
your mother," dad whispered as I moaned, my mouth stuffed with his hard
meat.

"Cums like a firehose when he shoots, too. You ready for that big fucking'
load in your ass, son?"

I nodded, and the strokes behind me quickened.

"Fuck... Fuck, I won't hold out long with this ass, Dave. Fuuuuck..." he
panted, and I felt his tongue slide over my left ear, burrowing inside,
sharp teeth gnawing at the lobe. "Mmmmmff, so fuckin' good," he
whispered. The hot air breathed into my ear gave me goose bumps.

"Breed him good, man. I'll bring him over tomorrow night, every night, if
you want. Kid can't get enough of a real man's dick," dad whispered.

The stud behind me was thrusting powerfully now, meaty thighs slapping my
lean ones as he drove himself inside again and again rhythmically, that
massive pole widening my ass with each inward plunge. He had to be as big
as my wrist at the base, and every few strokes, he would hold himself
there, swiveling those hips back and forth as if he were trying to climb
inside my ass, before resuming his relentless fuck.

Dad was getting close too, his cock now disappearing all the way down my
throat with each thrust. Every dozen strokes or so, he'd pull back and let
me catch my breath, then he'd start again, a long, aggressive deep-dicking,
balls bouncing against my chin, my eyes watering with the effort.

The big man whispered in my ear, "I'm gonna cum, boy. You want ol' Buck's
load? Huh?"

I moaned, gagged on Dad's big dick, and tried to nod.

Buck's breathing quickened and his fat belly and tits pressed into my back,
warm and firm. A giant arm wrapped around my midsection, grabbing my cock
in iron fingers and stroking hard with what remained of the lube he had
used. I bucked into his fist, trying to concentrate on swallowing dad as my
other hole stretched to its limit.

The silver-back snorted like an animal, loudly enough that I wondered if he
might have given us away. Dad stiffened, shoved his cock down my throat and
held my head in place as he emptied his balls down my gullet. I felt the
thick manhood up my ass pulse again and again as Buck knocked me up good
and proper. I could almost feel each blast of hot, thick cum working its
way up into my intestines, fresh, potent sperm seeking an egg they'd never
find, trying to make me pregnant. He thrust hard, slapping my ass with his
groin. Then again. And again, as if he had to force that last droplet of
baby-making sperm inside his bitch or die trying, each thrust punctuated by
a deep, satisfied grunt from the dark, bearded face.

I came hard, dad pouring his nut down my throat and his buddy unloading the
contents of those big stallion balls up my silken hole. That powerful fist
squeezing my cock made me shoot harder than I expected, and I actually
heard the spurts hit the side of the couch beneath me. That would take some
explaining the next day, I imagined.

For a few moments the three of us said nothing; did nothing but freeze in
place, breathing hard in the darkness, enjoying what remained of our raging
orgasms; the raw pleasure of three men doing exactly what comes naturally
in the privacy of a dark, musty basement; Spreading seed.

At last Buck pulled back and his cock, still ramrod hard, popped free of my
ass. A gush of his huge load nearly escaped as I clenched my ass hard,
rivulets of his cum still rolling down the backs of my thighs. Dad pulled
his own cock out of my mouth and I looked behind myself. The man's organ
was massive, standing straight out from his groin like a fire hydrant, wide
and wet and gleaming in the nightlight's soft glow, still ticking upward
with each beat of his heart.

He turned, then, and lumbered off without a word, walking toward the
stairs. And why should he have said anything? He'd taken his pleasure
inside me, and that's all he was interested in. His footfalls disappeared
up the stairs, and further into the house above us. The fucker probably
slid right into bed next to his wife with my juices still coating his
massive bear cock.

Dad caught his breath and beckoned for me to head back up the stairs. We
walked home in silence. There wasn't much to say, after all, but the sexual
tension between us was palpable.

When at last we closed the front door behind us, dad shoved me down on to
the foyer carpet and fucked me again. His huge dick went a lot deeper than
Buck's had, but he slid in easily after the big stud's tree stump had
widened me. This wasn't a seduction. There were no words, no taunts, no
dirty talking. Dad used Buck's huge load to grease up his cock inside of
me, and the two of us rutted there like dogs on the floor, dad making
animals noises as he bred me, and I moaning like the whore I had always
wanted to be for him.

When dad orgasmed a few minutes later with a raw, primal bellow, I joined
him in releasing my load onto the carpet. The two of us collapsed into a
sweating, gasping heap, dad and son, top and bottom, man and boy.

I don't remember going to bed, but I must have crawled up the steps and
into my bedroom. I don't even remember dreaming.

This was going to be one hell of a summer.

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