Date: Sun, 5 Sep 1999 05:08:55 EDT
From: Roarrr201@aol.com
Subject: Family Fuck Part 9

FAMILY FUCK
written by: Roarrr201@aol.com

Warning: If you are offended by graphic descriptions of sex between men,
you should stop reading now.

This story is a fantasy. People frequently have unsafe sex in it - please
don't feel encouraged to do the same. You might risk your life.


Family Fuck

Part IX


Understandably he tensed and froze - and naturally that made the grip of
his asshole on my rapidly engorging cock even tighter then before. It felt
like an iron hand that closed around the pulsing shaft and made me gasp and
squirm. He opened his eyes and slowly turned his head to the side to get a
glimpse of me. I smiled at him nervously while my once again rockhard dick
continued to throb and twitch deep down in his clamping butthole. It was
hard to read his features in the darkness and so I waited anxiously for him
to say something.

He took his time. Breathing hard, he turned his head, stared ahead of
himself for long moments, and then looked at me again frowningly, arching
his neck. Twice he opened his mouth but then checked himself, at the last
moment, and stayed silent. Finally, after a painfully long time of silence,
the strain that had governed his whole body passed and he relaxed. The
strong muscles of his broad back went limp and I cuddled to his shoulder
and neck, holding him tight. He sighed softly, like a man who is at last
allowed to rest after a long, strenuous work, and then said:

"I thought I'd sensed a difference - at least in length."

I jumped and stared at him, completely taken by surprise by his words,
until I realized that it was - given the circumstances - probably the best
thing to say. The wisest even. I laughed admiringly and joyfully, but yet
felt childishly compelled to demonstrate my power and sexual prowess: on
impulse my hips lunged forward, driving the thick shaft of my rockhard cock
once again deep down into his slick asshole, and so it was his turn to gasp
hard. Hugging him even tighter I then whispered lovingly into his ear:

"You bastard!"

He chuckled softly and said:

"No offense, man - just in length. Otherwise I stick to all my words."

We both fell silenty and lay still for a long time. I reached for his hand
again and pressed it hard, closing my palm over the hairy back of his hand,
entwining my fingers with his, and felt like the happiest man alive -
peaceful, content, protected. And loved.

Then Dad cleared his throat and he said slowly:

"Funny - I don't know what to say. I guess I should have many things to
say, many awfully important things, and even more questions to ask, many
awfully important questions, but... I can't think of any. I'm... I'm just
bloody happy."

"Same here, Dad," I said and my chest swelt with joy. I gulped down hard
and fought with myself for some seconds, licking my lips nervously. I
wasn't sure if I'd be brave enough.

But then I said it. Somehow it helped that he didn't look at me.

"I love you, Dad."

He held his breath for a seemingly endless time and almost crushed my
fingers in the tight grip of his strong hand and then he said:

"I love you too, Simon. Now more then ever before."

An unbearable strong wave of happiness shot through my mind and I felt
ready to cum again, to inundate his butthole with yet another huge load of
hot cum, pushed near the edge just by these simple words without the
slightest movement of my achingly hard dick that stuck up his tight,
slippery asshole and jerked like mad.

But I wanted to stick to my list and controlled myself. When I felt that I
had succeeded in holding back the rising tide of my boiling cum I said:

"I'll explain everything later. But first... first you have to do me
favour, Dad."

"Ask me, son."

"Will you fuck me now, Dad?"

He turned not just his head but his torso and looked at me face to face for
the first time. As far as I could make out in the darkness his features
were still and nondescript except for a faint smile that played on his
senuous lips and I stared down at him, puzzled by this sudden silence,
while his eyes roamed my face. He turned once more, moving the whole body
this time, thus forcing my slick, cum-smeared dick out his ass. The thick
shaft left the spasming hole with a loud, juicy plop and jumped up,
slapping hard at my stomach, bouncing heavily up and down until it finally
became still in a precarious equilibrium. Finally he settled down on his
back, stretched out under me, and I sat on his strong legs. My heavy,
loose-hanging balls rested on his muscular thighs, very close to his
impressively big balls that resembled two golf-balls in size and girth. The
wiry hair that covered those giants nuts tickled on the sensitive skin of
my balls and that made my achingly hard dick jump again. I held my breath
and ran my eyes up and down over his powerful body, marveling at the sight
of all those rippling, flexing muscles in his thick arms and his incredibly
broad chest that was divided by a deep cleft between the bulging
pectorals. His tits looked small on those smooth, elegantly curved slabs of
hard muscle although each was them twice as big as mine: prominent peaks of
dark flesh, as erect and stiff as tits could be, surrounded and highlighted
by two large circle of swarthy skin. And there was his dick of course, a
massive, heavily veined eight inch rod of man meat, fully erect and hard,
reaching almost up to his navel over his fair-haired, flat stomach,
throbbing and pulsing visibly with each beat of his heart while a steady
stream of pre-cum oozed out of the piss-slit that gaped at the tip of the
huge, perfectly shaped dickhead. Already a pool of the glistening fluid had
gathered in his deeply indented navel. I stuck my finger in the sticky
fluid and spread it over his cock, coating the pulsing shaft as well as the
quivering head, making it even more slippery than before.

"Please, Dad," I moaned, lost in awe over the sight of his rockhard,
drooling cock, excited beyond all measure by the touch of the slick shaft
in my hand, "please, fuck me."

Our eyes locked and I felt as if transfixed by his darkly glittering look.

"No," he said somewhat solemnly and reached up with one of his large hands
and rested the palm lightly on my left pec, right over my achingly hard
nipple, over the spot where my wildly hammering heart sat, "no, my
son. First... first I want to kiss you."

And with that he quickly pulled my head down with his other hand, down to
his face, and suddenly I found my my lips pressed onto his mouth and his
tongue darted out and ran over my still closed lips, flickering gently,
lovingly, laving them with spit, and the pointed, slightly raspy tip of his
tongue ran back and forth, tracing the contours of my mouth, sneaking in
between my lips for a second or two, and I moaned and opened my mouth
eagerly and instantly he shoved his strong, agile tongue forward, pushing
my own tongue backwards, pressing it against the back of my mouth so that
it had to fight for place, probing deep down into my throat, gagging me
with his agressively swirling, deep-driving tongue, muffling the lusty cry
that formed itself deep down in my chest, and my dick jerked and throbbed
excitedly as he continued to kiss me wildly, feverishly. Then, when he had
me gasping and panting again, he choose the reverse tactics: he inhaled and
pulled my tongue into his mouth, sucking at it so hard that it was almost
painful, as if were trying to rip it out of my mouth just by the
surprisingly strong force of his lungs, and I squirmed and writhed above
him, and he sucked at my tongue even more violently, forcing my jaws wider
apart than I had thought was humanly possible, swirling his long, thick
tongue around mine in a maddeningly fast whirlwind of wet, slurping
movements, and I succumbed totally to the painful pleasure his ravenous
mouth brought me, groaning and moaning like made around his hot, probing
tongue.

Suddenly he pushed me back and stared at me with wild eyes, his mouth still
open, his lips wet with my spit, and I stared back, panting in the tight
grip of his powerful hands that held me in place above him, and I longed
for more and fought for breath while saliva dribbled out of my open lips
and dropped down onto his face, but he didn't seem to mind that. Quite the
contrary: he began to smile and, still holding my gaze on his eyes, stuck
out his tongue to catch the falling drops of my spit, waiting eagerly for
the next one and the one after that. Then he said, his voice thick with
lust:

"Now, my son, now I want you to kiss me."

And I kissed him, as wild and hard as he had kissed me, clamping my mouth
down on his widespread lips, eating his face, forcing his jaws so wide open
that it had to be painful, shoving my tongue down into his throat with all
my might, swirling it restlessly around in his mouth, probing deep, sucking
hard, battling with his strong tongue, and he moaned deep down in his chest
and panted, making strange, rasping sounds in his nose. Our dicks brushed
against each other, moving with a power of their own, jerking, throbbing,
jumping with the movements of our dueling tongues and the increasingly
generous flow my pre-cum added to the steady stream of clear lube that
poured out of his pulsing cock until our bodies - stomachs, dicks, balls -
were literally glued together by the slippery fluid. The slightest flexing
of any muscle sent me gliding forward on his athletic body, as if a slick
oil had been spread all over his skin, and I got hotter and hotter by the
second and yearned to feel his rockhard dick in my ass, but still couldn't
stop to suck his tongue deep down into my throat, to kiss him again and
again like there would be no tomorrow.

After some moments he broke the wild, exhausting kiss forcefully for the
second time and stared into my eyes again. Now I recognized his look: it
was the same as some days before, when he had run into me in the kitchen,
bare-chested, clad just in my boxers, right after I had been fucked hard by
Bob. Back then I had thought that he looked at me as if he saw me for the
very first time, but not I realized that there had been more in his gaze:
admiration, wonder, and desire - yeah, an owerpowering sexual desire. He
touched my cheek and traced the line of my jaw with the tip of his fingers,
brushing my strong stubbles the wrong way, and pulled me close again. Our
lips met again while he still looked into my eyes. This time it was the
most tender kiss: a mere suggestion of sucking, a gentle brushing of tongue
over lips, a deliberately slow, gentle dueling of swirling tongues that was
accompanied by soft moans. For the whole time I held my eyes open and
stared unblinkingly in his pupils and felt that I became closer to him with
every second of this look. It felt like a touch that tickled every pore of
my skin and reached somehow even out for my heart.

His lips still on my mouth, our eyes still locked, he then said huskily:

"And now... now... I'm gonna fuck you, Simon. I'm gonna fuck your ass now,
son."

His big, rockhard cock jerked violently as he said this and it slapped hard
against the underside of my throbbing cock, forcing the heavy shaft out of
its equilibrium. It bounced up and down, jerking erratically, and the
forceful movement sent large globs of my pre-cum flying around.

"No, Dad," I said, adopting his solemn tone of some moments before,
"first... first I have to have your cock in my mouth."

Before he could say anything my head dove down and lashed out with my
tongue, laving the entire length of Dad's big, hard cock with my spit, and
then I opened my mouth and shoved further down and drove his throbbing dick
into my mouth and deeper down into my throat that ached with the task to
absorb so much volume, but I persisted and gulped the whole shaft down in
just one long, wet shove. Dad grabbed my shoulders and groaned nosisly,
wildly, when I reached the bottom, grinding my nose against his flat,
tightly muscled stomach. I was stunned by the length and girth of his
pulsing dick that seemed to reach down into my stomach and went wild and
began to bob my head frantically up and down on the thick shaft of rockhard
cock, taking all the eight inches up the hilt into my mouth again and
again, slurping noisily, ravenously, sucking hard, and he cooperated
instantly and rammed his cock deep down into my throat, grasping my head at
my ears, slamming hard into my wet mouth, fucking my aching throat with his
huge rod.

It didn't last - it couldn't last.

"Stop!," Dad panted after only some seconds of this wild face-fuck and he
pushed me back, "stop... or I'll cum in your mouth straight away. Do you
want that?"

I licked my lips and looked straight into his eyes while I gapsed:

"No, Dad... not now. Not now. I want your cum in my ass first."

He grinned at me broadly, lustily, and motioned me silently to move over
his crotch, to sit on his huge cock, but I had different plans and shook my
head:

"Not this way."

He looked at me quizzically and I moved away from him, backing to the other
end of the couch and lay down. Holding my eyes firmly on his face I raised
my knees and spread them wide, tilting my pelvis upwards to show him my
spasming asshole. He gasped as he saw me in this lewd position, my legs
pulled back as far as they would go, and his burning look on my exposed
butt sent shivers down my spine. I flexed and relaxed my buttocks
deliberately and felt that the puckered hole tightened and opened up with
those movements. He gulped down hard and I saw that his huge, rockhard dick
jumped and shook violently in his hand and I wriggled my hips as further
enticement. I felt more excited then ever before: just the thought that I
posed like the perfect slut in front of my Dad and begged him to fuck me in
the most stark way imaginable was so hot that I felt ready to cum any
second.

"Like this," I said huskily and made my asshole once again gape lewdly open
under his scrutinizing eyes, "take me like this, Dad."

It was a plea but also a command and my mind reeled with the things we did
- and would do in the future. There seemed to be no end of possibilities
for hot, slutish sex.

Dad moved slowly forward on his knees, his body glowing silkily in the
darkness of the unlighted room, the sleek slabs of solid, steel-strong
muscle on his chest and arms shiny with sweat, and he came closer, guided
by his rockhard dick that jutted out of his crotch and stretched forwards
for more than nine inches, slick with my spit, dripping with pre-cum,
reaching out towards my upraised, gaping ass that was on a straight line
with the horizontally thrusting hugeness of the club-like, thick bar of
heavy, solid man meat that approached my spasming butthole slowly but
steadily, bouncing up and down with each of Dad's movements, lurching
rhythmically with his breath and heartbeat, and I stared at the pulsing rod
with unblinking eyes, my look glued to the piss-slit that gaped at the tip
of the over-sized, fat dickhead, and held my breath, quivering in
anticipation, over-awed by the idea that right now, in a few seconds, I
would be fucked up the ass by my own father.

He grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs over his broad shoulders until I
felt his huge pecs brush and bulge against my thighs and then my asshole
made contact with his dickhead. I sighed ecstatically as the hot, throbbing
rod probed into the deep cleft between my ass cheeks and brushed across the
puckered hole at its bottom. The skin was still hyper-sensitive from all
the hard fucks I had received during the long hours in the restroom, but
yet I wanted Dad's cock in me more urgently than any other dick I had had
before. And then he began to lean into me, pressing forward, his thick
thighs tensing, pushing his hard prick slowly into my butthole, forcing the
clamping ring muscle open with the huge, bloated head of his dick until it
slipped into my spasming hole. He moaned, eager to overcome the strangling
tightness that embraced his pulsing cock, and lunged forward with all his
might. I felt the weight of his massive body and the strength that pushed
his ramrod down into my guts and drilled the thick, throbbing shaft
steadily deeper and I groaned and tossed my head and sighed:

"Come on, Dad... give it to me! Take me... take my ass! Let me feel your
big, hard dick slidin' down into my ass! Take me... take your son, Dad!
Fuck your son's ass with that big, hard meat!"

My own dick jerked and throbbed on my stomach and drooled with even more
pre-cum with each inch of hard, thick cock that went up my ass and I was
overjoyed to learn that it was - just as I had hoped - indeed different to
be fucked like that, on the back, knees raised, legs spread wide, my ass
hovering in mid-air, pulled up from the couch since my claves rested on
Dad's broad back. Never before had I experienced the fullness that
gradually invaded my guts so completely, so thrillingly; never before had I
been able to follow the inner progress of the huge rod that probed deeper
and deeper into my body more clearly, more pleasurably. I was completely at
his mercy, passive, a 'bottom' at the disposal of the 'top' who is
absolutely in charge and free to do whatever pleases him - and that was
exactly how I wanted it to be: I longed to give myself, my ass, my body, my
soul, to Dad.

And he took me as no other man had taken me, gently but with a stern
authority, slowly but with an awe-inspiring superiority, holding my legs in
place with strong hands, opening my ass wide up with his huge, hard dick,
filling my guts to the limits of extension, thrilling me with the
unbearable pressure of that thick, throbbing cock meat that slid deep down
into my ass. Maybe it was a question of leverage, maybe it had to do with
the emotional bond between us, but I had never before felt so full of big,
hard cock as at the moment when I had it all, even the last little bit,
when his groin slapped against my sweaty buttocks and his stiff rod was
completely buried in my aching, contracting asshole. My head spun and my
heart hammered wildly with triumph: I was impaled by my Dad's hard cock and
with that he had taken possession of my body and my whole being, but at the
same time I felt that I had gained complete possession of him too: of his
cock, his desire, and his heart.

His eyes were wide open and he stared down on my face and gasped:

"Ohhhh, Simon... Simon... this is... so... so incredibly hot! I'm... I'm
goin' nuts... it's so hot... so hot! I'm takin' my son's ass... and shove
my thick, hard dick up into your butthole... and it's goin' in thight, hot
ass like it was meant to be stuffed up your butt... like your fuckin' sweet
ass should always be stuffed full of my meat... hot, hard Dad cock for your
tight boy butt... and it feels so great...so fuckin' unbelievably
great... my son's tight asshole... slick and slimy with my ooze... clamping
tight around my thick, hard, droolin' dick... squeezin' the throbbin'
shaft... milkin' it for my my cum... big load of hot Dad cum... already
boilin' in my balls... risin' like a spring tide... and I
haven't... haven't even started... to fuck you... started to fuck you for
good, my son... to give it you hard and fast and deep... and already I'm
close, son... so fuckin' close... to cum... cum up your tight, hot ass!"

"Don't cum yet, Dad!," I begged, "please! Make it last, Dad... I want it to
last.... the first time you fuck me! You're right... perfectly right... my
ass was made to be fucked by you... and it should always be stuffed full of
your huge, hard dick... and your dick will be up my butthole all the time,
every day... yeah, you'll fuck me again and again and again from now
on... wherever you want... as often as you want... as hard and fast and
deep as you like... but this.... this time here... the very first time you
fuck me... this is special... so very special... please, Dad.... please,
make it last! Don't cum... don't cum yet!"

Somehow my urgent pleading seemed to help: his breathing became less
strained and his dick jerked less violently in the tight grip of my
clamping asshole. But the thick shaft stayed as rockhard as before and
still seemed to reach down into the deepest recesses of my guts. Dad loomed
over me and his hands came down to stroke my drooling, jerking dick gently
with long, caressing fingers that spider-walked over the throbbing shaft
and worked their way up to my rippling pectorals, fluttering tentatively
around my achingly hard tits. Smiling sexily down at me he brushed his
hands over my erect nipples, tweaking, pinching, teasing, and said:

"Don't worry, son... don't worry... just stay still... and it'll
pass... and then... then I'll give you a real fuck... a hard, fast fuck
that you'll never forget for the rest of your life... but for the
future... you seem to forget, my son... that my ass wants your thick, hard
dick just as bad as your butt needs my cock... so you'll have to fuck me in
return each time I shoot my cum up your butt... at least.... maybe even
more often... since I love to get butt-fucked too."

His dick jerked in my butt, obviously spurred by the thought of spreading
his legs for me again. I grinned knowlingly at this confession since I had
already seen the proof of it some hours before. For a second I felt the
urge to tell him that I knew more about him and about Bob than he knew
about me and about his brother-in-law, but then decided against it: I
longed for a good, hard fuck, not for an argument.

Trembling under his caressing hands, wriggling my hips while my rockhard
dick bounced up and down on my heaving stomach, I said:

"Sure, Dad... sure thing... I'll fuck you tight, hot cop ass just as often
as you'll fuck my butt... and probably even more often... I get horny a
lot, you know... very horny... but now.... now... I want you to fuck
me... hard and fast and deep... like you promised.... I'm ready, Dad... so,
when you're ready too... then fuck.... fuck me, Dad... fuck your son's
asshole and shoot your spunk up into my butt... and make me cream too!"

And he was ready and willing and able to prove it: he ground his hips and
belly and ass in a circular movement and every muscle of his beautifully
articulated physique strained and bulged as he rammed his big, hard dick
still deep into me, and then his lean hips rocked harder, faster, and the
throbbing shaft pistoned in and out of my burningly hot asshole that ached
with the pressure of his hard-pumping, huge shaft of man meat, and he
gasped with strained breath and yelled at the top of his voice:

"FUCK! NOW I'M GONNA FUCK YOU... NOW I'M GONNA RIDE YOUR ASS, SON!"

It was a most promising start that made me whimper with plaintive pain and
shuddering delight - what a pity then, that it wasn't meant to last.

It's always like this, isn't it: if there is an intrusion, it comes at the
best moment. Well, it was like that with Dad and me: here I was, on my
back, legs spread wide, my ass impaled by my Dad's rockhard, throbbing
dick, and right when he finally started to fuck me with all his might, when
he set my butt atingle, driving his thick, fat cock harder and faster and
more furiously up my ass than all the other men who had had my butt before,
when he lifted me high off the couch until my weight rested only on my
shoulders to give himself even better leverage to fuck my ass wildy,
visciously, with that big, hard, deep-drilling cock, right when he drove me
insane with the urgent, aching need for more hard thrusts of that huge
ramrod, for an even faster speed, right when I moaned and tossed my head
and hunched my hips and flexed my buttocks furiously, straining against
another shattering climax, eager to tease him into a violent orgasm too,
when everything developed so marvelously - right then lights flashed and
the darkness that had surrounded Dad and me the whole time and had helped
us to do and say the things we did and said, then that sexy, warm darkness
was replaced by a bright, cold glare that blinded us and made us freeze
abruptly. Disorientated, shocked, we held our breaths and tried to make out
what had happened.

We learnt that quickly enough: after some seconds a shadow fell across our
heaving, sweaty bodies and then a man snarled:

"Hey, hey, look who we've got here!"

It was - of course, you might want to add - Captain Tuggart who made his
entry to the scene in this dashing way. I have to admit that in
retrospective, now that I know how it all ended, his appearance seems to me
decidedly less dramatic: the Captain had entered the house - like me -
through the back door and just turned on the ceiling light and stepped
forward pretty calmly, like a man who is absolutely sure that nobody will
question his authority, but back then, when it happened, I was really
flabbergasted and trembled with fear. Hovering above our naked, entangled
bodies, a striking figure in his dark, tightly fitting uniform, his eyes
hidden in the shadow that the peaked cap cast above his face, speaking in
that booming, loud voice of his, he seemed like a man with unlimited power
- and like a man of unlimited ruthlessness. His voice alone would have been
enough to paralyze us: it was like a dark, menacing force in the room, it
had a mysterious, almost tangible strength of its own and seemed to come
agressively from all sides at the same time. Therefore it was quite
unnecessary that he grabbed Dad's neck with one of his huge hands and
pushed him down, making me gasp hard with all the weight that was pressed
down onto my chest and stomach. But he did it nevertheless, accompaning his
words from time to time with forceful shoves of his powerful arm that
pushed Dad down and almost crushed me under his big, heavy body.

I don't recollect the Captain's exact words - I was too excited and too
frightened to keep track of them. It was a long tirade of accusations,
against me, against Bob and - finally - against Dad. I'm sure that Dad
understood very little of what Tuggart said about me and about Bob, partly
because it was too much to take in at the same time, partly because the
Captain had a peculiar way of making vague allusions and of using juridical
terms that sounded frightfully imposing but gave you very little if any
precise information. Basically he told Dad that he had caught Bob in the
act of destroying testimonies that had been made in my case and that he had
therefore arrested my uncle on the spot. Then he had come after me, the
fugitive from custody, only to find his worthy colleague, the respected
police officer Frank Henderson, engaged in the vile act of incest with his
teenaged son, the run-away boy who himself had been under arrest for lewd
and lascivious behaviour. To make a long story short: he told us that we
were in trouble, in really big trouble.
 
I also don't remember what Dad said. I just recollect his confusion, his
efforts to overcome the shock, the agonizing state of mental and physical
petrification, and his attempts to fight back. Admittedly he wasn't very
good at these - despite his imposing figure he is basically a gentle man,
you know, who likes to be on good terms with everybody, and you need to be
of a very different disposition to argue successfully with the Captain. I
had had a try at that myself - and had failed too. So I just listened,
dumbfounded, in a state of frightened stupor. In the end it all led to the
point I had seen coming for the whole time: Dad pleaded for some kind of a
deal. This moment stuck in my memory: He was still on top of me, held in
place by the Captain, sweating, straining his arms and his powerful
pectorals to fight against Tuggart's strong hand, and his dick, not as hard
and thick as before but yet far from soft, still stuck up my ass, and he
said:

"Please, Captain... there must be some... some other way. Please, help us
out of this. I'll do... anything you want, Captain. Anything! Just
anything!!"

Of course the Captain played his cat and mouse game for as long as he
liked, putting up the front of the law-abiding, incorruptible police
officer again and again, shouting abuses and threats, until he finally,
teasingly slowly, began to imply that he could perhaps, under certain
conditions, indeed feel tempted to drop the charges against all members of
our family.

Avoiding my eyes, squirming above my heaving body, Dad gasped:

"What condition?"

"Plural, man," snarled the Captain and he tightened his grip on Dad's neck,
marking his skin with the imprint of his fingers, and pushed him down onto
me once again, "I said 'conditions'! Got me?"

"Name them!," Dad said and you could hear that anger began to well up in
him, "name them and stop playing games!"

Tuggart chuckled throatily but it was not a laugh that invited you to join
in. Slowly he bent down and I sensed his piercing eyes in the dark shadow
under the cap's peak. Strangely enough he looked only at me while he spoke
to Dad. That weird, fake smile, that had given me the creeps the day
before, appeared on his lips again and then he said, his mouth very close
to Dad's ear:

"First condition is that I join you."

"Join us?," Dad asked - understandably he was somewhat slow in this
situation since he knew nothing about the Captain's private
inclinations. And he couldn't see what I saw: the huge bulge that Tuggart's
dick made in his tight pants. Obviously the thick shaft of his giant cock
was almost completely hard and erect: it tented the dark fabric obscenely,
stretching endlessly down his leg, a throbbing rod of monsterous man meat,
incredible in its length and girth, that inspired awe even when it was
still covered and hidden in a confining pair of trousers.

"Yeah, join you - right now," said the Captain triumphantly and without
waiting for any further reply he just did that: he joined us. I saw that he
unzipped his pants and then fumbled with his fly, digging into the gaping
opening with his free hand. Then he moved behind Dad with swift, expertly
judged movements and my view was blocked by Dad's head who nervously tried
to figure out what was going on at his back. And then I sensed a shove that
shook Dad's massive body, that made him tremble and almost crushed me since
his weight became suddenly unbearable. He threw back his head, straining
all his muscles, and a strangled cry came out his mouth, and his still
halfhard dick almost, but only almost, slipped out of my clamping
asshole. Another shove and Dad collapsed on top of me, loosing his hold,
bearing me down into the resistant couch, grinding his crotch more
forcefully against my ass then ever before, and he screamed:

"OH MYGOD... WHAT... WHAT IS THIS?"

Gooseflesh appeared everywhere on my skin when I heard Dad's cry and saw
that his eyes almost popped out of their sockets. I trembled with
compassion since I knew what was in store for him. Yeah, I knew - I had had
my hand on it.


(to be continued)

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