Date: Tue, 13 Nov 2001 07:31:39 -0500
From: tyler thane <tylerthane@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dad's Randy-4 (Revised)

Dad's Randy (incest, m/b)


Chapter 12


Jesus, I'm hornier than usual, were my first thoughts upon waking Monday
morning. My cock was stiff and my asshole was sore from the pounding it has
taken. Thinking back, I was amazed at how I had grown in just one
weekend. I had been fucked by my dad and his lover. I had found a lover for
myself and made love to him. No wonder that I was horny. I really felt like
my name, I was Randy in more ways than one.

I threw on a robe and headed to the kitchen where I knew my dad had
breakfast waiting. Like me he was wearing a robe as it was too early to be
in his work clothes. He was reading the paper when I entered. Ripping the
paper out of his hands, I kissed him forcing my tongue down his throat. He
was so stunned that he didn't respond. After yesterday, he probably felt
like he had to walk on eggshells. That was about to change. Luckily the
table had only his coffee on it. Stripping off my robe, I hopped on the
table in front of him, spreading my legs exposing my hole to him.

"Eat my ass, then fuck me, old man" I demanded. He just sat there
stunned. "I said eat my ass and then fuck me, you old fart" I
screamed. Still he didn't move. Taking matters into my own hands, I grabbed
his head and pulled it between my legs, his lips hitting me squarely on the
anus. I moved my hips so that I rubbed my hole over his face and he finally
got the idea. Wrapping his arms around my hips, he dove in. His tongue
stabbed at my hole, licking the naked skin. As he rimmed me, his hand found
my cock and stroked me.

It felt so good as I pushed against his face but this time I was in
control. I let him lap me for a few minutes then pulled him up so that his
cock was at the level of my hole.  "Now fuck your son, ram your hard cock
into him." This time he didn't need to be told twice. He plunged his cock
into me and started fucking me like a crazy man.

"That's it! Jam your cock into my belly, Rip into me, make me sore!" I
cried as I fell back onto the table. My hips rose to meet his every
thrust. I was in heat. I couldn't get enough of him in me. "Fuck me, old
man. Let me feel your cock in my mouth." He sped up his fucking but I
wasn't satisfied. I was consumed with lust. Pushing him off me, he fell to
the floor, again stunned. Jumping off the table, I impaled myself on his
rigid member and started fucking myself. I was totally in my world of
lust. I didn't care about him, just his cock. I rode him and rode him
hard. Each time I rammed his cock into me, he moaned. I was impaling myself
harder and faster. The now familiar pressure was back and with a
vengeance. I keep pounding myself on him until I could take no more. I was
ready to explode and so was he. When I felt him tense I jumped off him and
rammed my cock down his throat and fucked his mouth with all that I had.  I
felt him grab his cock and pump it for all he was worth, shooting his seed
into the air.  I could feel my cum building in my balls and fucked his
mouth harder. Then I exploded. I jammed all of me down his throat as far as
I could, his lips touching my belly, emptied my juices directly into his
belly. My hips bucked, squirting more of me down his throat. I felt so
alive that I lazily fucked his mouth until I was soft. Suddenly, I had the
urge to pee.  My dick was still in his mouth so I told myself why
not. Letting loose a small stream of piss, my dad immediately gagged but
swallowed. I let a loose a little more, again he gulped it down. So I let
loose completely. I could feel the urine leaving my bladder moving thru my
body and flowing out of my cock. Dad must have opened his throat so that he
would have to swallow and my piss would go directly to his belly. I seemed
to go on forever and dad drank it all down. When I finally ran out of pee,
he licked the head of my cock, cleaning it of any leftover drops.

I fell off him landing on the floor, wasted. "What a great fuck!" I heard
him say reaching out and taking my hand. I just lay there basking the
afterglow. "After yesterday, I didn't know what to expect," he continued,
"but Jesus, you are one hot stud! I could fuck you all day long"

Getting off the floor and helping him up, I said, You're my dad. You were
the first to fuck me. Do you think I could cut you off? I love your cock in
me!" He hugged me to his hard firm body. I was getting hot all over again.

Breaking away before I attacked him again "I have to got to school"

Chapter 13

As I walked to school, I wondered how get my revenge on Rick. The point of
the exercise would be to show him that he couldn't control me.  I didn't
care about the other dads or their sons. But how to do it? Would drugs be
needed? What about physical violence? No answer came to me.

I had reached school and Ricky was waiting outside the main entrance. When
he saw me, he ran full speed towards me. As he got close, I knew he was
going to grab me and kiss me. This was still all new to me so I grabbed him
before he got too close and held him at arms length. He was stunned. I
could see the feeling of rejection in his face. Smiling, I looked into his
eye and said "Hey, you hot stud, we have to stop meeting like this!

A big smile replaced the rejected look, as he realized that every thing was
ok between us.

We moved to a bench and sat down. I put my hand down on the bench between
us and he quickly covered it with his own. He immediately launched into
telling me how his dad, Rick, had fucked him violently the night before,
calling him a slut and a whore, and that he, Ricky, would spread his legs
for any hard cock. Rick had fucked him longer than he ever did before and
when he came, he covered Ricky's face with his juices calling him "his
cunt". Ricky continued that his dad then pissed on him, covering every part
of his body with his urine.  "He wouldn't let me change the bedding and I
had to sleep in it" he bemoaned. Ricky went on to say that when he took a
shit this morning there was blood in his stool.

This got me so angry that I wanted to literally kill Rick. He was a sick
man.  This went way beyond fucking his son because he loved him. He was a
control freak and appeared to enjoy inflicting pain both physical and
mental. He had to be stopped! I wanted to hug Ricky but we were in a public
place so I just squeezed his hand telling him we would get our due.  It
turns out that Rick worked from noon to closing at the health club and we
made plans for me to come over to Ricky's after dinner. Then it was time to
go to class. We didn't have any classes together so I didn't expect to see
him until tonight.

However, after every class, Ricky was waiting outside my classrooms,
sometimes alone, sometimes with another boy. He would introduce me as the
new member of the club. (he told me later that his father had absolutely
forbidden any contact between the boys outside the club). By the end of the
day, I had met the other four boys in the club, exchanging simple hellos.

Chapter 14

When I got home, I spent the rest of the afternoon, lying in my bed
imagining the various ways to inflict my revenge on Rick. Many scenarios
ran thru my mind but the one I kept coming back to made me hard. I
envisioned him standing naked. He was positioned in the form of an "X".
His arms, cuffed at the wrists, were held in place by ropes thru a pulley
in the ceiling and that I could control the position of his arms by tighter
or loosening the ropes. His legs were spread and anchored to the floor by
more cuffs and eyehooks.

In this fantasy his chin was on his chest and his thick cock lay limply
against his balls.

Even as I envisioned him like this, my breathing got shorter. I still had
to admit to myself he made me hot. His broad shoulders, muscular chest,
tight stomach and strong legs made me weak. I loved his body...Shaking of
the lust, I returned to the revenge fantasy.

I had taken a rubber band and wrapped it tightly around his balls limiting
the blood supply so that his sac turned a blood red. Somehow, I had an
exact replica of his erect prick which shoved it up his taunt ass. He
jerked against his bonds, all the muscles in his body rippling. A machine
appeared that I attached the imbedded rubber cock to and turn it on. The
machine started slowly pulling the phony dick almost out of his ass and
pushed back in. When it hit full speed, the substitute cock fucked in and
out of him like a piston on a train running at full speed. Each time the
dildo rammed into him, he screamed "Stop, your ripping me apart, take it
out." I imagined that every so often I would whip his back with a cane
leaving bloody marks. His cock hardened and every few minutes let go of
what ever juices were left after the previous orgasms. The scene ended with
me leaving the room, the machine still fucking away and Rick limp against
his bonds.

Back in reality, I felt stickiness in my groin and realized that I had cum
without touching myself. I changed my clothes and went down for
dinner. Dinner surprisingly was not the dreaded affair I thought it would
be. Dad and talked about everything except us. He seemed to accept the new
relationship. During dinner, I told him that I was going over to Ricky's
house to study this evening. I could tell that he was hurt, thinking that
Ricky and I were going to fuck our brains out but he recovered and said he
was glad I had made a new friend. We cleaned up and I grabbed some books
for show and headed off.

Chapter 15

When I knocked on Ricky's door I heard his voice say "Come on in, it's
open." Pushing the door open, I entered into a hallway with stairs in front
of me leading upward. Not knowing the layout of the house, I closed the
door and just stood there waiting for Ricky.

From the top of the stairs, I heard foot steps. Looking up, I saw a woman's
shoe, which was followed by a black stocking encased leg. The other leg
appeared similar to the first.

By now two thighs emerged, I could see that the stockings were being held
up by straps from a black garter which appeared along with black
panties. Ricky was trying to tease me. It was working, my cock harden in my
pants. His flat stomach appeared next but this time, a bauble hung from his
pierced navel.  Tearing my eyes away from his piercing, He was completely
visible. Above his navel he wore a bustier, his girlish breasts strapped in
making him bustier. He had similar make up as before except his lips were
glossy.

His hair had fallen over his eyes making look exotic. When he was three
quarters of the way down the stairs, he stopped and in the best may west
imitation I ever heard he said "Is that a pencil in your pocket or are you
happy to see me?" Shrugging my shoulders, I said a pencil which made him
giggle and rush down the rest of the stairs into my arms, kissing me with
all the passion he possessed. Then he led me into the living room and
pushed me down into the sofa. I started to say I wanted to talk about our
plan but before I had a chance to say anything; he had opened my pants and
engulfed my hard cock. His head was bobbing up and down so fast that all I
could do was moan. All I could feel was my cock in his mouth trying to suck
my cream out of me. Neither of us heard the door open and close.

"What the fuck" we both heard at the same time. Ricky's head jerked of my
cock, nipping me. "You fucking little cunt."  It was Rick, he had come home
early. Grabbing Ricky by the hair, he pulled him off me. "How dare you suck
another cock without my permission" At that point, I jumped up trying to
defend my friend and lover. "You," glaring at me and letting Rick fall to
the floor, "You're the one that drove my son away from me" He move quickly
toward me and I put out my arm to stop him but he grabbed it and twisted
it. I heard something snap, the severe pain shot thru me. "I show you whose
boss around here, hitting me in full force on the side of the head,
followed by a punch to my stomach. I dropped to the floor in a
heap. Turning back to Ricky, he again grabbed him by the hair ordering him
upstairs to wait for him. Turning back to me, he told me to get the fuck
out of his house and to stay away from Ricky.

I stagger out of the house and headed home. I was wobbly but had enough
strength to stagger home. As I stumble along, I reviewed the last few
days. My dad would not treat me this way. He was loving and caring. Even
when he fucked me, I could tell that he cared about my feeling and not
using me like Rick had. He would never hurt me that I was sure of. Then I
thought about my behavior, which made me want to throw up. I was like a
cock on the walk, invincible and uncaring.  I was being controlled by my
dick. It's like my sexuality had exploded out of a locked box, but that
wasn't me. It was a humbling experience. I wanted to be home so bad, to be
comforted by my dad. I loved him so. He had opened the box and let me
experiment without comment or criticism.

I realized that I loved him so much that if he wanted me, I would not deny
him.

I managed to get home and staggered into the living room where he was
watching TV. When he saw me, his mouth opened "Oh, My god, what..." he
didn't finish, I had stumbled across the room and buried my self into his
body, my arms wrapped around him.

All I could say over and over again was "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." We stayed
that way, him letting me get it out of my system. Finally I ran out of
steam. Pulling me off him, he sat me know. Kneeling in front of me, I told
him what happened. The words rushed out starting with last nights fucking
to, how I had decided to seek revenge on Rick and finally how I came to be
in this state. As I talked, I could see the blood rise in his face and his
hand clenched and unclenched. When I had finished, he gently pulled me into
his arms.

He told me that he wanted to make a call and then we were off to the
hospital.  Letting me go again, he strode off to the kitchen. All I could
do was sit there but I heard him arguing with someone. I heard bits and
pieces of the conversation but what stuck was when he said, "You touch my
son again, and I'll cut your dick off your body and stuff it down your
throat." Then I heard the phone slam. He came back to check on me say that
we would be leaving for the hospital shortly. He went back to and dialed
the phone. Then I heard "Hello, police, I like to report a case of child
abuse."  After that, I just heard bits and pieces. Not long after that, he
picked me up and carried me to the car.

During the ride, he told me that he had reported Rick for child abuse and
that our story was that he overheard Ricky telling me how his dad had
abused him. I just nodded. I was happy that Ricky would get help because I
realized that I wasn't in love with him but in lust with him and that he
was really screwed up and needed a lot of help.

At the hospital, they took x-rays of my arm and head. Luckily, the only
damage was a broken bone in my elbow. The put a cast on my arm and sent us
home. Dad helped me into bed and sat with me, stroking my head. "Just
relax, champ, I just going to take a shower and I'll be back shortly." With
that, he got up and left the room. At the hospital, they had given me a
pain killer and even through the haze, I wanted my dad to fuck me again. I
wanted to feel his hard cock filling me. I wanted to feel his strong chest
against mine. I wanted to be taken. I wanted to be his slut, to be at his
beck and call, to spread my legs whenever he wanted.

I couldn't get the thought out of my mind as I pulled off my clothes. When
I was naked, I stumbled into the bathroom; I pulled the shower curtain back
and stepped in. Dad was shocked to see me and opened his mouth to say
something but I just fell to my knees, raising my head and opening my
mouth.

(This ends this portion of "Dad's Randy". I don't know if the story will
continue or not.  What do you think? Any ideas? )

As always comments/suggested appreciated

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