Date: Wed, 28 Dec 2022 23:21:17 +0000
From: Tiao Wu <hjk7359@hotmail.com>
Subject: Here Cums the Neighborhood - Part 25

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Chapter 25 - A Smalls Kinky Christmas Part 2

Despite all of my excitement about Christmas Day, I managed to fall asleep.

Every five minutes I would wake up and look at the clock, with
disappointment that it wasn't morning. I rolled onto my stomach trying to
smother the erection that was keeping me awake.

A hopeless case.

In moments like these, I tend to count cocks, and try to remember how big
they were. And I realized that over the months, certain dicks had grown. At
least they had in my mind. If I'm really restless, I try to go in order of
when I first saw them.

Dad - 8-10 inches.
Farmer - 13 inches.
Coach Scott - 7-9.5 inches.
Dr. Amar - 8.5 inches.
Mr. Grisham - 8-9 inches.
Al (moving guy #1) - 7.5 inches.
Jeremy (moving guy #2) 11 inches.
Cop - 8 inches.
Mr. McCook - 7.5-8.5 inches and the thickest dick I've taken.
Mr. Sands - 9 inches.
Uncle Dale - 8 inches.
Uncle Woody - 7.5 inches.
Uncle Earl - 9 inches.
Daddy - 8 inches.
Coach George - 7 inches.
Mr. Monroe - 7.5 inches.
Mr. Mayo - 8.5 inches.

*

A marquis of lights scrolled across a bright stage. I blinked my eyes to
try and make out what was in front of me. An audience silently applauding
and cheering. Like waves to a shore, their noise grew louder and louder
until it was a cacophonous uproar.

An announcer's voice barked over the applause.

"It's tiiiiime to play America's favorite game show:"

"Cum! Fuck! Wiiiiiiin!" the audience sang.

The stage lights revealed who shared the stage with me.

My Dad, completely naked.

From offstage a man in a suit holding a long microphone came bounding
forth.

It was Chance.

"Thank you! Thank you! And welcome everyone to:"

"Cum! Fuck! Wiiiiiin!" the audience cheered.

"That's right, that's right. Now we are hear with our returning champion of
cumming, fucking, and well, winning: Sebastian Smalls!"

The audience cheered once again.

"Johnny, who's playing today?"

"He's a swim coach from Birchwood--Coach Scott!" The audience cheered as I
watched Coach Scott--stark naked--bounding down the steps, his cock
swinging between his legs. Coach Scott jumped on stage and stood behind a
podium with an empty score lit up at the top.

"He's a pastor, ALSO from Birchwood--Mark Grisham!" Mr. Grisham waved to
the crowd, also naked, and jogged onto the stage standing next to Coach
Scott.

"And finally, he's our champions own father! Gary Smalls!" My dad stood up
in the audience and hugged the person next to him excitedly. He jogged to
the stage, a clownish grin that I'd never seen before and stood next to
Mr. Grisham.

"Let's explain the rules. Each game has three rounds. The contestant with
the highest score by the end is our champion! Let's tell them what they win
today!

"Chance, today our winner will receive a lifetime supply of ass, courtesy
of our champion, Sebastian Smalls!"

"Let's get started with Round 1! Oral Arguments!" Audience applause.

"In this round, our contestants have sixty seconds to endure a blowjob by
our champion. The quicker you cum, the lower your score. Let's start with
Mark Grisham!"

Mr. Grisham approached me, taking some excited deep breaths. His cock
already had a sheen of precum from the anticipation.

"Mark, anyone you wanna say hi to at home?" Chance asked and tilted his
microphone in his direction.

"U-uh my beautiful wife and kids! This is for you guys!" The audience
cheered in response.

"Alright, let's put sixty seconds on the clock" A bell dinged in the
distance.

"Sebastian, assume the position." I dropped to my knees and brought my lips
to the tip of Mr. Grisham's dick.

"Remember, only using your mouth. No hands. Ready? Suck!"

I devoured Mr. Grisham's cock whole and began gargling on his
meat. Mr. Grisham's balls nestled against my chin as I took deep,
purposeful strokes of my lips.

"Ungh...unnghhh..." Mr. Grisham squirmed in place.

"Cum! Cum! Cum! Cum! Cum!" The crowd chanted and cheered.

"Ennnnghh..." I could feel Mr. Grisham's cock swelling between my
tonsils. "ENNNNNNGHHHH!" His legs began to quake, his toes began to
curl. "F-F-F-F" he sputtered, and then finally his body gave way. "GYAHHH!"
he squeaked. The crowd roared with applause.

"Aww, Mr. Grisham. Only 10 seconds in and you busted." A sad trombone
"womp-womped" in the distance. "Sadly, we can only award you 10
points. Hopefully in the next round you'll do better."

I licked, Mr. Grisham's shaft clean and sat back on my heels. He walked
away dejectedly.

"Coach? You're up!" Coach walked confidently toward me, lifting his arms to
amp up the crowd. On cue, I approached Coach's shaft, resting the tip on my
nose. "Coach Scott. Says here, you've been fucking and sucking our champion
for months! How do you think you'll do today?"

"I'm confident that I'll be able to make it, Chance."

"We'll see. 60 seconds! Suck!"

Before Chance could finish the word suck, Coach's cock was down my throat.

"Wh-whoa!" Coach yelped. I slammed my nose into Coach's stomach, forcing
his meat into me. "F-f-fuck. F-f-fuuuuuuugh!" Coach threw his head back
enjoying my tricks. I increased my speed, sucking and swallowing him down.

"Cum! Cum! Cum! Cum! Cum!"

"Errrrgh...grrr...hoooo...fuggg...doncumdoncumdoncum," he spoke to himself,
biting his finger to distract the swelling orgasm welling inside of
him. "Ohhhh...ohhh noooo!" he whined. I gagged myself with his meat,
reveling in the trickling precum that slid down my
throat. "FFFFFFFFF---AHHH!" Cum sprayed my uvula and filled my cheeks.

"Awwww so sorry Coach. You made it to 45 seconds, which was further than
Mark!" His chest heaved as he regained his composure.

"Shoot, heh..."

"That gives you 45 points. Not bad! Gary? You're up!"

Dad jogged up to me and put his hands on his hips.

"Now Gary, how does it feel to have your son take all this cum today?"

"I'll be honest, Chance. Fuckin' turnin' me on, heh!" Dad shook his hard
cock and slapped his palm with it.

"Well, I can tell Gary's ready to get some head, so let's get 60 seconds on
the clock! Ready! Su-u-u-u-uck!"

I engulfed Dad's dick with my mouth, my head spinning as his scent filled
my head. Mechanically and then sensually I massaged Dad's dick with my
tongue and lips. Dad's hands remained on his hips, a proud grin on his
face.

"Cum! Cum! Cum!"

"We're at the 30 second mark! Gary! How're you feeling!"

"Grrreat, Chance!"

"Looks like he might be able to do it!"

I increased my speed, gratefully sucking down any nectar Dad had to share
with me.

"Rrrrrgh," Dad growled.

"15 more seconds, Gary! You can do it!"

"Cum! Cum! Cum! Cum!"

I ravenously slobbered on Dad's dick desperately trying to win the
contest. With each jab of his dick, I felt my own cock twitch with need.

The crowd began to countdown: "Five!"

My dick buzzed with pleasure.

"Four!"

My balls rolled against my taint"

"Three!"

"NNnnnngh!"

"Two!"

"BLurbbffph!"

"One!"

"BVVVVVVUHG!"

A bell chimed to indicate that I was out of time. No cum. I continued
sucking my Dad despite the round being over.

"Ha-ha! Well it looks like we have a winner of round 1! Nice job, Gary!
Let's put 100 points on his score."

The crowd cheered in response.

I sucked desperately trying to get any milk from my father, but no luck.

"Ah, and it looks like you got Sebastian to cum in the process! A bonus 69
points for you. Sebastian? Haha, time to move on little buddy."

Dad backed away, his cock popping out of my mouth like a cork. I breathed
heavily, a soft whine in the back of my throat, disappointed that I didn't
get any cum.

"Let's move on to Round 2! Skeet Shooting!" All three men moved from around
their podiums and approached me. A platform began to rise in the form of a
small table. I obediently laid down, my feet facing the contestants.

"In this round, our competitors will race to jack off, and shoot their
skeet all over our champion! The contestant who can shoot their skeet
closest to Sebastian's face will be the winner!"

"Let's start with Coach this time. You got any cum left in their, sport?"

"Tons," Coach said mischievously, already jacking off.

"Looks like he's ready to blow his load any second! I'll get out of your
way."

"Hnnnnngh...fuck yeah Smalls, gonna bathe you in my fuckin'
cum...errrrrrgh..."

"Cum! Cum! Cum! Cum!"

"RRRRRAGH!" Coach Scott shot his hips forward as a thick white rope of cum
slung across my chest, dribbling down my abs. "ERRRGH!" he thrust again, a
thick warm wad drenching my dick, the warm jizz tickling my shaft.

"Ha! Nnngh!" I whimpered, my own cum flying out of my cock.

"Whooooa! That's a first! Cumming just from getting cum on yourself! 69
points to Coach, but nothing landed on your target: Sebastian's face. We'll
see how you compare to your contestants."

"Gary, step right up." Dad was beating his meat as he approached me. His
tongue hung from his mouth as he was surely ready to cum.

"Alright Gary you know the rules, just--"

"FUUUUUGGGGH! ERRRRGH! RAHHH!" Dad spewed hot cum across my body, two jets
landing right on my chin. My tongue instantly went to taste it.

"Haha whoa! Couldn't help himself! Landed some right on the chin, so that
beats Coach! You're in the running to win this round."

Mr. Grisham sheepishly walked up, tugging on his dick.

"Alright Mark, you need a shot right on Sebastian's face, if you want to
make a cumback." Mr. Grisham began stroking his long glistening cum. Of the
three, I knew Mr. Grisham to be a shooter. His cum wasn't always the
thickest either.

I watched as Mr. Grisham's body tensed up as he furiously masturbated, his
free hand tugging his balls and eventually sinking some fingers into his
ass.

"Eh...erh...."

"Cum! Cum! Cum!"

"Je-e-e-sus! Ffffffffff!" His face turned red, veins sprouting at his
neck. Suddenly like a flash of lightning, a spray of cum shot straight into
the air, raining down onto me. "GUH-HUH-HUH!" he bellowed as several more
sprays of cum launched from his thick cock. "Fffuck...fuuuck...ugggggh..."
he groaned incoherently.

The crowd burst into cheer, giving the underdog a standing ovation.

"Wow-ee zow-ee!" Chance exclaimed. "You got it everywhere! Especially on
Sebastian's beautiful face! 200 points for you! And let's give our second
and third place some points as well."

Coach Scott: 164 Mr. Grisham: 210 Dad: 269

"It's a close race folks! Round 3 could be the deciding game today! Let's
get Sebastian cleaned up...d'aww who am I kidding. More cum!"

The crowd cheered, and sent streams of their own jizz flying onto the
stage, showering me with semen to the point where I looked like a
salamander, glistening in cum.

"It's time for our final round: Fuck to Win!"

The crowd cheered excitedly.

"This round is simple: you will fuck Sebastian until he cums. You can fuck
him anyway you like. Sideways, upside down, doggy, missionary, etc. We will
count how many times you make Sebastian shoot!"

I scooped a wad of cum into my mouth and snacked on the heady sweetness as
the audience chanted for who they wanted to win.

"Coach Scott! His dick can blast through anything!"

"Mr. Grisham! He'll hit parts of Sebastian that no one can!"

"Gary! Nothing defeats the bond of a father and son!"

"Coach Scott!"

"Gary! Gary!"

"Mark! Mark! Mark!"

Their voices intertwined until a mass cacaphony of vulgar demands began to
overwhelm me.

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to cum, he's going to press this buzzer, that way we can make sure to count
each of his loads!"

Mr. Grisham walked between my legs and pulled them apart. Leaning forward,
he sank his long dick into my ass, his tight stomach pressing against my
balls.

"Hennngh..." I whimpered. With a few long thrusts, I felt a pulse quake
inside my stomach.

I clutched the buzzer in my hand, causing a siren to go off. Mr. Grisham
picked up his pace as though he realized that this was the moment that
mattered most.

"Enngh...ERRRGH...ENNNNGH!"

"Here it cums! Audience!!" A fire ignited at the base of my balls. I craned
my neck to watch as the first rope of cum shot out of my cock, hitting me
square between the eyes.

"One, two, Three!....Four!..............Five!......" My body went limp as
cum ran down my chest and stomach, on to the slippery table. Mr. Grisham's
face twisted as he deposited his own sample inside of me.

"Guh-huhuhuh," he shuddered before slowly pulling out.

"Alright! That's five! Let's put 500 points on the scoreboard.

Coach Scott: 164 Mr. Grisham: 710 Dad: 269

"Coach Scott, you need at least seven loads from Sebastian. Think you can
do it?" Coach Scott approached me, rubbing his hands together as though he
was about to open a huge present.

"I fucking know I can," he said. With a single motion, Coach flipped me
onto my stomach, cum splashing beneath my hands and knees. I looked behind
me and saw Coach Scott aiming his dick toward me, but not moving. Just
holding a menacing sneer. He raised an eyebrow, giving me the only signal I
need.

I backed up, pushing my hole against Coach's firm meat. With ease, my ass
swallowed Coach's cock whole, stretching me even more than Mr. Grisham
could. I began rocking back and forth, fucking myself with Coach's dick. I
tightened my thighs and worked my hamstrings so that my ass slammed against
Coach's waist, sending me into overdrive.

"Yeaaaaah boy, fuck yourself. Take it all my beautiful boy," Coach
hissed. The audience devolved into chaos, masturbating to our raucous
display. Coach snapped a hand around my throat, pulling my head and neck
back toward him. His tongue snaked into my ear, an irresistible warmth
taking over me. I continued convulsing my body onto Coach's dick, picking
up my pace, all while Coach didn't have to move an inch.

"Fu-huuuuuuuuuuck!" I bellowed, my voice muffled by the growing anarchy
unfolding around me.

My cock slapped against my stomach, my own precum causing it to stick to my
navel. My stomach began to flutter once more, and I squeezed the buzzer
sending the sirens to squeal above all the noise!

"Alright! Alright! Here it comes! Has to cum at least 7 times!"

"GyrrrahhhH!" I squealed as the first spray of cum lasered out of me with
intense force, feeling like a swarm of bees expelling from me.

"One two three four five! Six!.....Seven!.....EIGHT!.....NINE!!....."

My body fell limp, only supported by my Coach's firm grip around my neck,
and the rock hard tool still shoved inside of me. My cock spat one more
load, causing it to splash in front of me.

"....TEN!" The crowd erupted in cheer and orgasm.

"W-o-o-o-ow!" Chance cheered. "That's a new record! 1000 points on the
board for Coach Scott!" Coach Scott used a free hand to spank me and throw
a fist into the air in victory.

Coach Scott: 1164 Mr. Grisham: 710 Dad: 269

"Mark, I'm so sorry that you won't be winning today, but you might be lucky
enough to win second! I say lucky because I have a feeling--"

My dad rounded the stage, his muscles inflated to a point where I almost
didn't recognize him. His chest heaved with every step. His cock, while I
preferred to all others, no longer resembled the sturdy 10 inches I
remembered. But now almost a third arm protruded from Dad's waist, it's
head like a powerful fist. The crowd stormed the stage in bewildered
ecstasy. Dad flicked his cock at them, showering them in sticky
precum. Their mouths dropped open to tearfully accept my father's honey.

Dad took one gigantic step toward me and Coach Scott. With one hand, Dad
yanked Coach Scott away from me. He turned him around and hoisted him into
the air so that his limbs couldn't help but spread away from him. Dad
thrust his hips upward, perfectly skewering Coach Scott's ass onto his
dick.

"HUWAAAGAAAAGHHHHH!" He screamed, first with terror, then in pleasure as
cum sprayed out of him like a firehose. His body began to inflate, until
finally, cum gurgled from his mouth. Dad tossed him away, leaving Coach
Scott destroyed in a puddle of bubbling semen.

Dad approached me and scooped his hands in my armpits. I instinctively
spread my legs, using my core to keep myself lifted. Dad's monstrous cock
fell easily into me, feeling like a warm feather softly tickling me from
the inside. Suddenly I could feel him behind my eyes. And with effortless
scoops of Dad's hips, he was fucking me. Not just my ass, but me. All of
me. I felt my muscles forming to fit a perfect mold around my dad's cock,
his arms hooked under me, his hands pressed behind my head.

My waist buzzed with pleasure, heat building from all my joints. Barely I
managed to squeeze the buzzer once again.

Without warning, cum shot out of me like a sprinkler.

"Onetwothree! Four five! Six! Seveneight! Nine!....Ten....."

*

"Ele...ven....twuh..twelve..."

My eyes jolted awake. My room was a soft blue light. Morning. I peeled my
sheets off of me. Cobwebs of cum stuck between my waist, chest, and the
bedsheets. I rolled my eyes in frustration hoping that I didn't just waste
too much good cum on a dumb dream. Hoping that I would still have some
saved for Dad.

Who was I kidding? Even if I ran out of mine somehow, I was more excited
about drinking Dad's, holding it in my ass.

I kicked off the covers, threw on a T-shirt and pajama pants, and rushed
downstairs. I could smell coffee and breakfast already, thankfully I wasn't
the only one awake.

My mother was in the kitchen, looking slightly frazzled as she navigated
scraping eggs from a skillet, flipping pancakes, and taming a pan of bacon.

"O-oh! You're up. Merry Christmas. Help me with this please," she said in a
rush.

"Merry Christmas," I mumbled. I turned the heat down on every burner,
causing the bacon to go from a crackling disaster to a soft sizzle. I
tossed the burned eggs into the trash and started over. I salvaged the
pancake.

Breakfast slowly--and very informally--came together. I could tell my
mother wanted to do her best at putting together a traditional meal, but
her mind was elsewhere.

"Mom," I said, awkwardly. "I think I can finish this." She took a deep
breath.

"Okay. Please don't burn the house down, I need to get ready."

"Go get ready," I said encouragingly. Whatever it took to get this morning
over with quicker.

My mother left the kitchen, and I stared at the bubbling pancake
batter. Dad taught me when I saw the whole pancake have little bubbles that
it was ready to flip.

"Perfect every time."

I set the table with four plates, just as if Dad was here even though I
knew Chance would be taking that seat.

"Ugh...Merry Christmas," Lisa slumped into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes.

"Merry Christmas!" I sang sarcastically.

"Ugh...shut up." Lisa went over to the living room where the Christmas tree
and presents were neatly adorned. Pastel colors shimmered in the corner of
my eye.

"Mmm! Smells good!" I felt a hand ruffle my hair. I rolled my eyes.

"Merry Christmas, Chance." I mumbled.

"Looks like Santa came and brought us breakfast!" he said
giddily. "Seriously, Seb. Nice job."

We all eventually sat down to eat. Chance complimented my crispy bacon and
fluffy eggs.

"Dang, Champ! You go to cooking school overnight?"

"Just eggs and bacon," I said shrugging.

"And pancakes!" he nudged my arm. "Take the compliment, Seb. It's okay!" he
laughed.

I furrowed my brow. "Thanks." Chance was being even more of "himself" than
usual today, and I was already getting exhausted by him. A part of me
wondered if he was trying to butter me up to make me NOT want to go to my
dad's, which would be an impossible plan.

Even if Chance had a monster cock he was working with, a perfect ass, and--

"Nope. Not even that," I thought to myself.

Chance washed the dishes as we all met in the living room to exchange
gifts.

"Now, as you all know, I have been very, very busy this year, so I didn't
have all the time in the world to do Christmas shopping. But there is
something for everyone, so..."

Why was my mother being this way? It's as if she knew there was this
unspoken competition between she and my dad who could be Parent of the
Year. I looked at the presents under the tree and it looked like there were
MORE gifts than I'd ever remembered. Even when I was much younger.

One by one, the gifts were opened and I couldn't believe what my mother had
gotten us.

A Super Nintendo, a new stereo with a CD player, a waterproof watch that
was also a calculator.

"Th-thank you, Mom. This is all way too much," I said. It really was. I
wondered where the money was to pay for all of this.

Lisa got a new portable CD player, nice new clothes. She was glowing as she
held up a leather motorcycle style jacket to her shoulders.

"Well. I hope you like everything," she shrugged and clasped her hands
together. I looked at Lisa awkwardly as we obviously hadn't gotten our
mother anything that nice, but still I reached for my shoddily wrapped
present and handed it to her.

"Hmm. I wonder what this could be," she said feigning mystery. She knew
what it was. Lisa and I always got our mother the same thing for Christmas
every year. A Christmas ornament that she could add to the tree. My mother
peeled away the tissue paper and examined the ornament in her lap. "Oh,
wow!" Her face lit up with actual excitement. "Look, Chance!" she held up
the orb to for Chance to see.

A glittery ornament with SMALLS FOR MAYOR printed in her campaign's theme.

"Oh how about that!" Chance beamed.

"We had it made for you," Lisa explained.

"This is perfect, you guys," she laughed as she hung it front and center on
the tree. "I know it's been crazy having me working all the time, but I
promise, it's all going to be worth it."

In that moment, I felt some empathy for my mother. The person who I felt
had it out for me. The ultimate roadblock between me and my dad. And every
minute that started to pass, I grew impatient and agitated.

"So! I'm all packed for Dad's. Are we ready to go?" I asked.

"Hey, hey, hey it's my turn!" Chance said, reaching behind him to pull out
three gifts.

"Ugh..." I grumbled, shifting slightly so my erection would calm
itself. Chance handed Lisa a small box, my mother a small yet slender box,
and me a flat box that I knew was clothes.

Lisa opened hers first: a pair of diamond earrings.

Then my mother: a diamond necklace. My mother and Lisa cooed and examined
how sparkly everything was.

I rolled my eyes. "How many diamonds could you fit in here, I wonder," I
said sarcastically.

"Ha, I didn't think you'd be into jewelry, Champ. Maybe next year," he
said. The idea that there would BE a next year made my skin crawl. I ripped
off the paper and lifted the lid off of the box.

Veiled in tissue paper was a crinkly windbreaker, red-white-blue patches
and stitching. My eyes widened as I lifted the coat out of the box.

USA was splashed in bold font, the letters slashed with red and white
stylized stripes.

"Th-this is..." I said.

"It's the jacket the swimmers wore at the Olympics this year!" he said
excitedly.

"But how did you get one of these?"

"I know one of the trainers that worked with Matt Biondi! Check out the
tag!" I bent the collar to see Matt's signature.

"Wh-what? This is...this is really nice," I said bewildered.

"Put it on!" he encouraged. Lisa and my mother watched, glowing with
admiration. I slid my arms into the cool fabric and stood up. It was way
too big on me, but it didn't matter. I was wearing a jacket that came from
the Olympics.

"Now, Matt didn't wear the jacket, but I made sure my buddy brought
something back for ya."

"Th-thanks, Chance." I didn't like this feeling. In one way, the gift was
incredibly thoughtful and had to have taken him a lot of effort to get for
me; however, I couldn't help but feel as though I was having my
companionship purchased by Chance in some way. I felt the fabric wrapped
around my arms, ran my fingertips down my sides.

"Lookin' sharp, Cham--I mean, Seb." I felt like the jacket was like a
super-suit of some kind, imbuing me with superhuman powers.

"What time is it?" my mother finally chimed in.

"Almost 10:30," my sister said somewhat in a daze.

"Oh my goodness, I told your Aunt Leslie we'd be on the road by 10:00!" My
attention went straight from the jacket, right to my hips where I felt a
surge of pleasure jolt to my cock.

Time to be with Dad. To be with Dad for a whole week.


After the rush of cleaning up breakfast, throwing the gift wrapping away,
we piled into the car.

"Anyone forgetting anything?" Chance asked for the tenth time, as he began
to back out of the driveway.

"Nooooo!" my sister and I groaned from the back seat. And with that, Chance
began our agonizing drive to my dad's apartment. My heart raced with
anticipation, each sexual though causing little flutters in my stomach. My
mind raced with images of all we could do together. Just getting to sleep
together, in each other's arms, the rest of the world melting around us,
made my chest feel warm and fuzzy.

A small box sat on Lisa's lap with a piece of ribbon tied around it.

"Can't believe you didn't get Dad anything for Christmas," Lisa said
snidely. I smirked.

"Oh, I got him something," I said sarcastically.

Before long, Chance pulled into the public parking lot outside my dad's
apartment. I clenched my jaw to keep from letting tiny moans escape my
mouth. My erection pressed painfully against the fly of my jeans,
scratching against the zipper. I wasn't wearing underwear, and I didn't
pack any. I didn't think I would need any.

"You sure you want to come up?" I asked Lisa. "I can just take
your...present with me."

"No, I want to," she said earnestly. I rolled my eyes. Just get the fuck on
the road already, I thought. Leave us alone.

"Now, remember we'll be at Aunt Leslie's cabin, not her house, so use the
number I gave you if anything happens," my mother instructed. "And tell
your father I don't want you both eating pizza for every meal of the day."

"I will, I will," I groaned. I pushed myself against the door and stepped
into the winter air. Chance popped the trunk where I retrieved my duffel
bag full of random clothes I packed in a daze.

Lisa and I climbed the flight of stairs to my dad's apartment, my cock
scraping against the zipper of my jeans. I couldn't wait for my dad to yank
them off of me, letting my dick bounce in the open air. To spend the next
seven days linked together by ass and cock. To be drunk with each other's
cum. To know every follicle of hair on one another's bodies. To know each
other inside and out.

I jogged to the door and knocked rapidly. Within seconds my dad opened the
door.

Even know, his image can knock the wind out of me. He was dressed in a
green fleece, jeans, and boats, and despite the loose-fitting clothing, I
could still make out the outline of his chest, his powerful thighs, and the
impossible to notice erection that was snaking down his pant leg.

"Seb," he whispered. "Merry Christmas." He pulled me into him for an
embrace, quickly running his hands down my back and squeezing my ass.

"Mnnnf," I squeaked, feeling a little bit of cum squeak out of me
already. "D-Dad...L-Lisa's..." I could barely speak.

"Oh, shit," he said pushing me away. Lisa finally caught up and stood in
the open door. "Merry Christmas, Lisa!" Dad said playfully. I always loved
how his voice would change when talking to my sister. He was always much
softer with her.

"Merry Christmas, Dad," Lisa said coming in for a hug. Dad made sure to
keep his hips from getting to close to her. I shifted my own boner as well,
feeling a stickiness pooled at my waist. "Mom's waiting down in the car so
I can't stay too long," Lisa explained. "But I wanted to give you this,"
Lisa handed her box over to Dad. "It's stupid," she said sheepishly as Dad
opened it.

Dad popped open the box, and inside was a sterling silver Christmas
ornament with framed picture of her as a much younger child.

"Thanks, Lis'," he said smiling as he walked over to a small pine tree that
he'd set up in the corner of the main room next to the TV. He found a good
spot facing us and hung up Lisa's ornament. "I love it," he said, bending
down giving me a perfect view of his ass. There were a few presents under
the tree already, but Dad picked up a small box and handed it over to Lisa.

Lisa opened it and inside was a wooden pendant hanging from a gold chain. I
could tell that Dad made the pendant, monogrammed with LS, Lisa's initials.

"It's beautiful, Dad!" Lisa said trying to clasp it around her neck. Dad
walked behind her, helping her get the metal hook to work. She turned
around to show how it hung from her neck. It really did look
beautiful. "I...I miss you, Dad," Lisa said, somewhat emotionally.

"Ohhhh, Lis'," Dad said pulling her into another hug. "I know it's hard,
but hopefully everything will work out soon. And I'm always a phone call
away," he said comfortingly.

"I know...it's just weird not having my dad around every day," she
sniveled.

"Well," he said pulling away, "you're welcome to stay with me this
week. Instead of going to your Aunt Leslie's," he offered. My eyes widened.

"No." I thought. My mind screamed and begged for her to decline. "No no no
no no." This was OUR time together. I wasn't going to let Lisa ruin this
for me. For us.

"Well...there's only one bed, and...I mean...where would Lisa sleep...I
mean I'M not sharing a bed with Lisa, and...she..." I stammered. My heart
racing.

"It's okay," Lisa said. "I'm sure y'all have a bunch of boy stuff you're
going to do, so..."

I sighed with relief.

"Only if you're sure," my dad said reassuringly.

"Yeah, y'all try to have fun without me," she said sarcastically.

"Oh, we're going to have plenty of fucking fun without you, Lisa," I
thought.

"Well, Merry Christmas, Lisa. Tell your mom and the rest of the fam'ly I
said, 'Howdy'."

Lisa and Dad hugged one more time, and we followed Lisa to the stairs and
watched her disappear. Her footsteps growing more and more silent.

The final thud of a car door closing.

The crackle of tires driving over parking lot gravel.

Then nothing but winter air.

Dad and I looked at one another. A smile crept across my face. Dad in a
swift motion lifted me by my ass, letting my legs straddle his torso. We
gazed into each other's eyes, in utter admiration for each other. Dad
carried me into the warm apartment, and swung the door closed with his
foot.

"Fuuuuuuuuck," Dad huffed in a shuddering breath, pulling his face to
mine. In a millisecond we were kissing one each other's lips like we hadn't
seen each other in years.

"Hmph," I whimpered, tears welling up in my eyes. Tears of joy.

"Rrrmmm," Dad growled, pushing hot air into my lungs as his tongue wrestled
with mine. His lips sucking on mine. His hands kneading and pressing into
my ass.

"MMmmm," I whined and squealed. My hips gyrated against dad's
chest. "Hmmph...hmmph..." I moaned, taking in all of my father as fast as I
could. I gripped dad's torso with my thighs, letting my waist rise and fall
against him, humping Dad's stomach, the bulge of my jeans pressing between
his chest.

Dad's hands ran up and down my back, his fingers in my hair, palms gripping
my ass, shaking my glutes, playing with my body.

"Mmmahhh," Dad huffed, gasping for air. I pushed my face back into him,
letting Dad suck on my chin, slide his tongue my neck, all while I
continued winding my waist against him. I could feel my balls brushing the
denim of my jeans, and suddenly a surge of pleasure shot through me,
causing my toes to curl.

"Ah!" I gasped, my eyes widening with surprise. I kept jerking my body,
humping Dad's powerful torso. "Ungh!" I gasped again, my jaw dropping,
looking straight at Dad. He smirked at me.

"Y'gonna cum?" Dad asked. I awkwardly thrust my waist against Dad's stomach
again.

Yes. Without a doubt. I was going to cum already.

"Ah!" I squeaked again, my vision starting to blur. Dad just held me
watching my body jerk and spasm. "Ah!" I shouted. "AH-ahhhhh," I groaned,
taking one last trip up and down my dad before I fell back into his
forearms as he gripped his hands together, letting me recline against
them. We both watched as a stain at the crotch of my jeans began to grow. A
dark blue circle that got bigger and bigger with each of my body's
spasms. Dad just watched me smiling. "NGH!" I squeaked again. Milky semen
leaked from the darkened stain at my fly as I felt my hips tightening and
shaking around my dad's waist.

"Haaa...wow Seb, you were really excited, huh," Dad said sweetly as he ran
his hands up and down my back. Dad pulled me close to him, pressing his
lips against mine. My eyes fluttered as Dad shoved his tongue down my
throat. I gasped for air in between my dad's tender kisses, feeling his
muscles ripple against my chest. I let out a long shuddering exhale as Dad
slowly lowered me to the floor, letting my feet touch the ground.

I wobbled slightly as I regained my focus.

"Hungh..." I groaned, stupefied.

"We have all week together, Seb," Dad said squeezing my shoulders with
sympathy, as though I'd pushed myself too hard. "No need to rush," he
reassured.

"I-I...phew....I know, Dad," I said, rubbing my eyes. "'S'just that I can't
wait to have all of you in my hole, Dad," I said, matter-of-factly.

"I know, son," he smiled and gave me a friendly hug. "But it's Christmas,"
he said pulling me away. "You haven't even opened your presents yet."

Presents.  It was funny to me how excited and eager this day always was
growing up. And now all I wanted was to feel the entire length of my father
slamming into me.

"Ha, yeah I guess I can open presents," I said, glancing under Dad's
modestly decorated tree. Two boxes lay wrapped beneath it. I got on my
knees and crawled over to grab the first one. Wrapped it what appeared to
be butcher paper and twine.

Dad walked over to the futon and sat with his legs spread, rubbing himself
as he watched me tear open the wrapping.

A simple box like one you'd get with a boring old button up shirt was
inside. I popped off the lid and saw what I thought was a leather belt. I
lifted it up and saw the contraption hanging before me. Tanned leather
adorned with metal grommets.

"It's a harness," Dad explained. "You wear it around your shoulders."

"What's it for?" I asked.

"You'll see," Dad smirked. "Open the next one," he instructed.

I set the box down and picked up the other one. A much smaller box. I
peeled off the brown paper to find a white box. I opened it and inside was
a wooden ring, one that I might be able to wear as a bracelet glistening
gold in the light.

"C-cool, Dad," I said somewhat puzzled. I tried fitting my hand through it,
but it wasn't big enough.

"That's not where it goes," he said with a smirk.

"It's not?" I asked.

"Nope, think lower," he hinted. I looked down and realized he meant around
my dick.

"L-lower? Like around my cock?"

"Bingo, Seb," he said. "Keeps you from cumming too quick." I inspected it
further and saw gold leaf engraving around the outside circumference.

PROPERTY OF GARY SMALLS

It was so beautiful; I couldn't imagine getting it dirty around my
dick. The inside of it was somehow slick, not splintery like wood usually
is.

"This is so cool, Dad," I said with a smile and walked over to him on my
knees and hugged his waist, my face pressed against his dick.

"I got one more thing for ya," Dad said. My ears perked up and I looked up
at him. "Why don't you get changed while I get it ready," he said.

"Changed?"

"Yeah, go try on your new outfit for me," he said seductively. I wasn't
used to Dad acting so romantically toward me, but I could tell he was
itching to get on with this week as much as I was.

"Ha, okay!" I jumped to my feet and grabbed the leather harness and the
ring and went to the bathroom.

After closing the door, I stripped completely naked and examined myself in
dim bathroom light. I could see how my body had changed since I last saw my
dad. My shoulders seemed wider, my chest fuller, my stomach tighter. I
turned to check out my ass, pulling apart my cheeks; still no hair down
there like a lot of the guys I've been with, my around my dick I noticed a
light brown cloud of pubic hair starting to brew at my waist, leading to a
line of hair that ran between my stomach.

I only hoped that one day I could look as good as my dad.

I awkwardly untangled the leather straps from the harness and fitted it
around my chest and shoulders. I buckled the fastener feeling the cold
spiky metal press against my skin. I shuddered with excitement at the
strange sensation that was running through me.

I wiped the cum off my dick from earlier and fitted the wooden ring around
my dick. At first I thought it was supposed to just go around the shaft,
but it was too loosely fitted. Then I realized I could fit my balls through
it, too. Once I did that I felt a steady pressure against my taint, my cock
proudly sprung into the air. Just wearing these two things made feel so
sexy, strong, and ready for anything. I took a deep breath and pulled open
the bathroom door to show my dad how it looked.

When I got back to the living room, Dad was there waiting for me, with a
lengthy present in his lap. This present with the typical bright red and
green colors I usually associated with Christmas.

Dad's eyes widened at the sight before him.

"Wow," Dad said. "Fuckin' hot, Seb," he remarked.

"Really?" I asked giving him a little turn to show him all of me. I pulled
my ass cheeks apart.

"Mmmmm, fuck yeah," he growled. "Ready for your next present?" he asked
patting the box in his lap.

"Uh, sure Dad," I shrugged somewhat confused.

"Come over and open it," he said. I got to my knees, between Dad's
legs. There was no unwrapping needed as there was just a festive looking
lid. I lifted the lid and to my surprise Dad's hefty dick sprang to my
face, the head whacking me in the nose.

"Ha!" I gasped. Dad's sticky cock twitched in the open air, looking even
bigger than I could even remember it. "Ho, Dad," I marveled, taking it in
my hands. I noticed that the box had no bottom to it, so his package was
hiding comfortably inside its own Christmas package.

The world around me seemed to drift away. The Christmas spirit that I'd had
as this day approached, seemed insignificant now. All of the homework, the
afterschool practices, the constant maintenance of my social life, the
pressure to perform, to make everyone my friend--all of it. None of it
mattered once I saw my father's perfect penis.

I made sure to take in this moment. Because I planned on hiding Dad's cock
inside of me at any chance I could.

His balls, like ripe lemons, with minds' of their own, inched across to and
fro beneath the shaft of his dick. Skin that tugged ever so slightly away.

I pressed my thumbs against his balls, feeling their weight pushing
back. So much cum stored inside. And all of it would be mine soon.

Veins like fresh lightning skimmered up his shaft, inches of meat, it's
girth always changing with each heartbeat. I could feel my own heartbeat
matching his.

Dum...dum...dum...dum...

And the tip. The spigot in which all of Dad's precious cum sprang forth. My
father was perfect. His cock: perfect.

"Merry Christmas, Seb," he growled.

"Hmmm," I moaned lurching forward, running my lips along the length of his
shaft.

"Yeah that's it," Dad encouraged.

I brought my lips and tongue to the tip of Dad's cock smearing my jaw with
his precum. I instinctively dropped my mouth open, letting Dad's meat enter
my face.

The taste, the smell, the feeling. It all came rushing back in a primal
wave.

"Rrrgh," I snarled, as Dad's cock slid down my throat. Without hesitation I
stroked Dad's dick as I bathed his shaft with my spit. I could feel his
meat twitching between my tonsils. This feeling, unlike any other. I looked
up at my dad's face, admiring me, monitoring me as I did my work. Examining
each and every decent on my father's tool.

"Mmmmm," he growled, bucking his hips to match the rhythm of my neck as it
bobbed up and down on his cock. "So good, Seb. So good," he hummed softly.

I pulled away from Dad's cock, a loud pop entered the room, spit swinging
from my lips. I buried my face in Dad's balls, taking in a long snoring
inhale, my lungs filling with Dad's intimate scent. I felt his hands on the
back of my head.

"Rmmmm, yeah, son, suck on those balls." I juggled between the two of them
the size of lemons, with my lips and tongue. I whimpered through the
mouthful of precious meat before needing to take a gulp of air. Leaving his
soaked balls behind, I ran my tongue up the length of his shaft before
diving back down on his cock like it was nothing. "Hunngh!" Dad said,
bringing his other hand the back of my head. With one thrust he yanked me
into his waist, my nose crashing into a forest of pubes, his cock slamming
the back of my throat. "ROOOAGH!" he roared.

"HRRMMM!" I whimpered eagerly as Dad brought me closer and closer to
suffocation. I slammed my palm against his stomach, gripping the polo of
his fabric.  Dad began fucking my throat with a series of rhythmic thrusts.

Mucus and drool spewed from the corners of my mouth, as I tried to push
myself even further onto Dad's sturdy meat. Suddenly, Dad lifted my head
off of his cock, leaving a slobbery mess behind, my tongue still hanging
from my mouth, my vision slightly cloudy.

Dad pulled my face to his and took my tongue into his mouth, sucking on my
face. He pulled away and spat on my lips before sucking his own spit back
into his mouth.

As I tried to climb on top of him, the box still around his cock was in the
way. I awkwardly pulled it away as Dad continued making out with me. I
pulled my face away from Dad's, and as I threw the box away I noticed the
Dad had a matching wooden ring around his cock as well.

"Unngh...you have one, too?" I groaned, pawing Dad's dick with my hand. I
kissed Dad's cheek and neck before moving down his torso to get a closer
look.

It was the same, just bigger. Around the circumference, I noticed--engraved
in gold--the words:

PROPERTY OF SEBASTIAN SMALLS

The word suddenly made my skin tingle. Did Dad think that he belonged to
me? Did he think his cock belonged to me? I smiled at the idea.

"Wow Dad, I love it!" I beamed up at him.

"Yeah? That's not all," he said leaning forward, pulling his shirt off.

I watched as his muscles revealed themselves to me. Where I was expecting a
bare and powerful chest, was instead a similar harness to mine. The leather
could barely contain Dad's huge chest, his muscles practically swallowing
the different straps that banded his pecs.

"O-o-oh man..." I marveled. "Yer burnin' me up, Dad," I whispered. I ran my
fingertips along the leather. I brought my body against my dad's, the metal
grommets clacked as I danced my torso along my dad's. Our scents becoming
one. Our bodies agreeing to connect. I felt my dad's hand slam against my
ass pulling me closer, his mouth clamping mine.

"Mm!" I squeaked.

I took Dad's and my dick in my hand, letting our precum become a single
substance.

"HrrRRRM," Dad growled, his strong body pulling me even closer, our jaws
pressed in a way that was painful, but that I wanted.

"Hrm...rrrm-mrr-mrr," Dad grumbled as he seemed to vacantly allow our
mouths to spill along each other's. "Ruhhhh muhmuhmuhmrrrgh," he spoke
again.

I giggled slightly, knowing that I was driving him nuts.

"Haha, wh-what?" I asked.

"Mmmm...just sayin'...that I love you. I love you so much." He brought both
hands to my ass, kneading my muscle, spreading my cheeks.

"H-hunngh...I...I love you too, Dad," I said before I buried my face
between his soft yet powerful chest. Dad's legs spread slightly, causing me
to slowly slide back to the floor. Before my knees even touched the floor,
I let Dad's cock slide back down my throat. Once I was settled onto the
carpet, Dad's cock was completely invisible, lodged between my tonsils.

"Hrrrmph, fuck yeah, Seb," Dad grunted as I bobbed up and down on his
dick. Eight inches up, seven inches down. Seven inches up, eight inches
down. Eight inches up, nine inches down.

"Gulp....gulp....pppthb," I sputtered as I suffocated myself on my dad's
meat.

"Hold it there. Hold it there, Seb," Dad instructed monotonously. I felt
metal studs prod against my clavicle, my chest, my nipples, as Dad pulled
me up by the back of my harness. "That's right, just stay still," he
encouraged. Then he slowly lowered me back onto his dick, the entirety of
it fitting down my neck.

Up and down, Dad played me like a puppet. He lifted me delicately a few
inches, fucking my throat without even moving his hips. The warm metal
dazzled against my flesh. I watched as his eyes fluttered with pleasure,
his biceps clenching as he lifted and dropped me. I tightened and relaxed
the muscles in my neck with each rise and fall.

"Ooooh, yeah," Dad roared. With a flick of his wrist he switched his grip
on my harness and let his hips float off of the futon, pressing his massive
tool even deeper inside of me. Dad's hips twisted, gyrated, grinded, as he
smeared the back of my throat with the tip of his dick. "Fwooooh yeah,
fuuuugh," he growled, his ass completely lifted into the air.

The corners of my mouth made a slight smile as I watched my father lose
control. Become a slave to the pleasure of gagging his only son.

"Aw fuuugh...aw fuuuuugh!" he yelled. I swung my hands to meet his chest,
yanking on his harness as he pulled on mine.

"D'oh fug yeh...fuggggg!" Dad whined shaking his hips as he plugged my
skull. I tightened my grip to communicate to him that I was okay. That he
and I were perfectly melded in this moment. That I was ready for him to
feed me.

"Hwoah fuck, Seb. I'm gonna fuck...'in...c-c-cum. I'm gonna--GAH!--I'm
gonna fuggeh...heh..." Dad blabbered as our mindless rhythm finally became
in sync. "F-fuck! Ha! Engh!" Dad's voice whistled with exhaustion as he
made one final lift and let my face slam against his pelvis, his quads
shaking. Despite being let free, I continued to milk my father's meat and
run my thumbs along his nipples, my own buzzing prick smashed against the
futon. Dad let his back arch even more, his hands floating behind his head
as he let out one final bleat of pleasure.

"Ha!"

As dad's penis began to unload his hot protein into me, I felt a strange
dissociation wash over me. A vivid memory:

In the pool. Wearing goggles. Water seeps into my vision.

Despite being underwater--despite seeing underwater--despite my body
floating in nothing--a clarity clouds what's in front of me.

My cheeks puffed up as I swirled my dad's sweet and salty seed along with
my natural spit. Dad's cock continued twitching as he fed precious cum down
my gullet.

"GHAAA!" Dad bellowed, letting his body fall against the couch, remnants of
cum that hadn't gotten swallowed spewed forth from my mouth.

I fell forth. My dad's cock planted firmly against my face, as I took
several shallow breaths.

Our bodies rose and fell as we attempted to regain our composure. I wanted
to keep having sex, as I'm sure my dad did as well. Both of us were one
orgasm in.

((1-1))

That never stopped us before. But this time, we both treasured the time
where we could let our surroundings remind us that the world was still
turning.

Minutes seemed to pass in utter exhaustion. Dad remained completely still,
and my face remained stamped my father's dick. Dad kept taking heavy,
grunted breaths.

"I'm....heh....so happy...you don't have to go home soon, heh," Dad managed
to say. My heart fluttered at that sentence. "We still have one whole day
with each other," he said.

ONE WHOLE DAY?

My eyes shot wide open.

"Wh-wh..." I barely spoke.

"Heh...heheheh," Dad giggled, his hands sliding down my sides. His fingers
hooked between my harness and pulled me toward him. I pressed my knee into
the futon, climbing toward a peaceful embrace with my dad. I let my legs
straddle my father. My dad's cock still twitching just beneath my ass.

Dad's arms wrapped around me. His hairy body; my smooth body.

"Still have a whole WEEK together, haha!" he giggled. "Hahahaha!" he
laughed even more, his hips shaking to and fro. His cock like a sword
slicing through air.

I let out an exasperated exhale. Confused as though I were leaving just
after dinner time. Then a rush of relief came over me as I realized that my
dad was joking with me. Joking with himself.

"Da-aad!" I sang with a huge smile on my face. I inched myself to my dad's
face and let my lips fall against his.

"Hmmmm." Hot air expelled out of his nose and against my face as we kissed
one another. I let myself rest upon my father like moss on rock. After what
seemed like only fifteen seconds, Dad spoke up:

"So," he grumbled. I felt a light and sticky tap against my ass.

"So," I replied, feeling my cock milked by the tiniest movements of my
dad's stomach.

"We don't have t'rush, heh," Dad said, his lips nuzzling against my
chest. "Jus' so used to havin' you rush outta here," he grumbled as he let
his teeth run against my shoulder.

"I know," I said, taking in the roughness of my dad's jaw against my
skin. I wanted to spout the same phrase I always said when I visited: "Why
can't I just live here with you?" Which always led to an argument.

But this time, I only saw the face of Mr. Mayo, Mr. Grisham, Mr. Cook--the
dumbasses that didn't even realize that they were part of a plan to ruin my
mother and unite my father and I forever.

"Well, Dad," I said kissing his hairy sternum, taking in a deep
breath. "Mom's got a lot going on, and you and I have way more going on,"
was all I said.

I felt a thick thud against the small of my back. My dad was already hard.

"Mmmm," Dad smirked. "Heh...s'might be weird to say, Seb," he said
groggily. "But yer voice...hearing it, I mean," he trailed off. "S'the
sexiest sound ever." He shut his eyes and let his mouth relax into a
peaceful grin.

I allowed my body to sink against his, my legs still straddled around his
waist. As my dad would take steady breaths, my body would rise and fall. I
stroked my dad's chest, watching has his muscles tightened against my
touch, the way his chest hair danced like grass.

Suddenly, Dad twisted his hips, allowing me to sit splayed on the futon,
his firm body towering over me. He gave me tender kiss on the lips. On each
of my nipples. On my navel. And then finally on the tip of my cock.

Each kiss was like a static shock to my senses. His hands ran up the length
of my body, again stopping to play with my leather harness. His left hand
slapped the side of my ass, while his right hand plucked my nipples like
they were an instrument.

With a single swoop, Dad took my entire boy cock in his mouth.

"Ahhhhgnh," I whined, unable to control myself. I looked down at my father
as he buried himself into my groin. His eyes peered up at mine, and I gave
him a lascivious snarl of approval.

"Hmmm," he grunted, shaking his head, running his nose against my sparse
pubic hair. He flecked out his tongue toying with my balls all while
throating my cock. It all made my head spin. Each time Dad would come up
for air, a snort would rattle in the back of his throat, letting me know he
was beginning to unleash the sexual animal that was brewing within him.

Dad played with taking long, slow deep strokes of my cock, and then rapid
ones. Experimenting with how long he could go without coming up for air. It
was a familiar process for me when taking a new person's cock, but it was
fun to watch my dad give it a try on me, too.

I spread my legs further, bringing my knees to my elbows, my toes curling
in the air. Dad pulled me closer to him; his hands locked in my harness. He
smacked and slobbered along the length of my cock, toying with my meat.

"Hunngh...errrgh...yeah, Dad....suck my d-i-i-ick!" I whined. Dad growled
in response, moving his mouth along my dick with even greater fervor. His
rough hands scraped the length of my skin. Taking a moment to catch his
breath, Dad smeared my wet dick against his sweaty face, cooing with
pleasure, excited by the sensation of a penis plastered against him.

Without hesitation, Dad dove down on my meat again, throating my cock with
the intention to make me cum. His hands move between stroking my cock as he
sucked me off, and massaging my thighs, maximizing the amount of pleasure
he could offer me at once.

Normally, I would be blasting my dad's face with cum, and honestly I was
shocked that it hadn't happened yet. Instead I was enjoying the ride,
enjoying the view of my father losing his mind over his son's hard cock.

"Hrrrm....vlrmmmp..." Dad groaned as he slurped and slobbered over my
tool. Finally, he yanked my hips closer to him, my hole exposed to him in
perfect view. "Hooo..." Dad sighed. "Damn, Seb," he remarked.

"H-huh?" I asked.

"Wish you could see what I see," he said, leaning back against his heels. I
watched as he slowly stroked himself. "Every time I see your hole, Seb," he
continued. "It looks purdier and purdier," he shook his head in amazement,
slowly stroking his cock. "Yuuuurmph," he growled as he planted his tongue
directly on my bare asshole.

"Ha! Unf! Ahhhhh," I shuddered at the sensation of my dad's wet tongue
circling and prodding my hole.

"Yormmm...rrrmmmm...mlemmm..." Dad blabbered on, drunk by the taste and
scent of my ass. I pressed my hips against his face, feeling the full
pressure of my dad's jaw grinding against my ass.

"Ohhh gawwwwd yehhh," I groaned. Dad resurfaced from my ass, crawled up the
futon in a maddened pace, gave me a disgusting kiss on the lips--his nose
wet from his own spit--swatted me a couple of times on the hole with his
open palm. "Ah!"

Then he got back to work. Inspecting me and how I was feeling throughout
his process, almost as though I was a project he was working on.

He drove his tongue several times into me, then checked to see if I liked
it. Shook his face, causing my hips to move along with him, then glanced up
to see if the likely deranged look I was giving him was satisfactory.

"Mlah!" Dad spat, and with a hiss he pressed his face against my ass with
all his might.

"Hunnnngnh!" I could feel his chin, his lips, his nose, his forehead, his
scalp, smeared against my asshole.

"Rrrrmmm," he growled, his fingers prodding my hole, as though he were
tinkering with something. Every choice he made, every motion he made drove
me further and further into a sexual blackout.

One finger, three fingers, one finger, two fingers, tongue, lips, tongue,
teeth.

"Hungh...hugnh...god, Dad...y'feel...so...hrrrrrrm," I groaned as I began
to shudder. I could feel the inclination to cum building inside of me. But
yet, my cock and balls remained strong and held it inside. "Oh god yeah," I
whimpered. "Fuck yeah, Dad."

"Flromrm....vlaaagmn..." Dad growled as he enjoyed the buffet displayed
before him. He ran his tongue up my taint, up the length of my cock, before
diving back down on my shaft, bobbing up and down with purpose. I felt as
Dad sent two fingers into my ass, pulling them in and out as he worked on
my cock. "Rrrrg!" he growled.

His fingers powered in and out of me at the speed of what felt like a
sewing needle powering into cloth.

"UNNNNGHHH AAAAAHHHH!" I roared in ecstasy. I yanked my legs further apart,
an itch growing at my prostate that no matter what Dad seemed to do, was
not able to be scratched. "FWUUUUUUUAGHAK!" I bellowed, letting Dad punch
into my ass while he milked my cock for all it was
worth. "HRRRNGH. ERRRGH. YEEAH. EERRGH. HARDER. HARDER. HARDER." I wildly
twisted my body, guiding my dad's hand to my
prostate. "HARDERHARDERHARDERHARDER!!!" I shrieked.

Despite my dad's best efforts, despite the earth-shattering pleasure I
felt, despite the cum I could feel welling up inside of me--like a water
balloon filled up at the hose--nothing. Nothing came out. I writhed and
squirmed with unease. "FUUUURRCK!" I shouted in a singular yelp, gritting
my teeth, tears of joy streamed down my face, my eyes bugged out of my
head. My vision became a zoetrope of images: my father scowling down on me,
my father reeling back for another hard punch into my ass, my father
lapping up my precum soaked cock, my father shrouded in sexual haze.

In a flash, I saw Dad standing over me.

"I'm gonna cum...I'm gonna..." Dad's voice snapped me out of my
disorientation, and I saw Dad's dick inches from my face. Of course, out of
instinct, I dropped my jaw, flicked out my tongue in expectation. "I'm
CUMMMIN!" Dad shouted, and within seconds, my face was spritzed and glazed
with my father's juice.

At the crown of my forehead, at the bridge of my nose, at my brow, at my
lips, at my chin, at my neck, at my chest.

Without waiting, Dad stooped over, using his own tongue as a sort of
shovel, scooping up the cum he'd just made, and in my already open mouth,
fed me like a bird.

I thankfully savored each helping. And at the same time, my body buzzed
with need.

((1-2))

I took deep and steady breaths, my tongue still flopped out of my mouth, in
case more cum were to come my way.

"F-f-ugh..." Dad growled, running his hands through his buzzed hair. Both
of us were starting to work up a sweat, despite the winter air outside. My
feet flopped to the floor; my thighs thankful for the relief.

Dad dropped to his knees, in a state of delirium.

My eyes locked with his.

He looked exhausted, yet hungry.

I glanced at my cock. Precum trickled forth with each of my heartbeats.

"Eh...ehngh..." I could feel my hole clenching and pulsing, ready for
anything to plow forth.

Dad slammed a hand against my ass.

"Erngh!" I squeaked. With one swift movement. Without word or instruction,
Dad flipped me onto my stomach, my knees skidding into the carpet beneath
me.

Dad collapsed his body over mine. I could feel his still stiff cock, his
heavy balls, draped over the small of my back.

"Wan' me t'fug you?" Dad asked into my ear in a drunken stupor that I
hadn't heard before. "Lemme fug you," Dad grumbled as he nibbled my
earlobe, humping my backside.

"Hungnngfff...yeah Dad. Of fucking course I want fucking you to fucking
fuck me," I laughed. "I want you to fuck me 'til I forget what my name is."

Dad thrust against my ass, causing me to lurch forward. I giggled in
response.

"I want you to fuck me 'til I start singing the National Anthem, haha!"

"HUNRRNG!" Dad barked as he thrusted against me again, sending my head into
the futon like a crash test dummy. I looked down and saw a pearly rope of
precum lash the dark futon fabric.

"Haha...I want you to...haha...I want you fuck me 'til my ass is scrambled
eggs."

"FRRRRM!" Dad growled as he yanked me by my harness so that my back was
pressed against his chest and stomach.

"HYUCK! Ennnngh...I want you to f-fuck heh..."

Dad slapped his still firm erection against my wet hole.

"Ha. Ha. HA! Mmmm-I...I want you to fuck me til...I want you to fuck me...I
want you to fuck...rrrmph...I want you to...unnnngh--" Dad's dick continued
driving against my hole. The length of his shaft sliding up and down
against my hole.

"Fuck you 'til my dick and your prostate are sisters?" Dad finished my
sentence.

"Y-YES!" I cried as Dad's hand circled around my throat. His hand travelled
to the center of my harness and yanked my upper body toward him in a swift
second.


"On yer fuggin' knees," Dad said through gritted teeth, before tossing me
to the side of the futon. I whimpered eagerly as I kneeled away from Dad,
my arms resting on the back of the futon. I felt Dad adjust me accordingly,
pushing my hips a certain way, pulling my legs apart just right.

Then, a blanket of warmth enveloped me from behind. The colorful light that
had splashed against the wall became obscured by my father's shadow.

I felt the heft of my dad's dick hit the middle of my back. Drag down to
the small of my back. The head, nestled between my cheeks. And then I felt
the tension of the world around me melt away.

My anus stretched around my dad's still sticky cock-head.

"Hungh...annnngh," I whimpered as a smile stretched across my face.

"Hooo..." Dad sighed as he slowly pushed inside of me. His arms swung
around, his hands meeting mine as I felt his body slowly push itself
against me.

Inches of meat slithered across my prostate, sending electric waves
directly into the retinas of my eyes.

"Ungh...Dad..."

"Hooo...Seb..." he groaned as he pushed even deeper.

"UuuuUUUuungh...fffmf...Dad...I wish..." I whined.

"Yeah?" he pulled away, making my jaw drop, feeling his meat rake its way
along my insides.

"I....I wish..."

*

The first time I went to the beach, I was only seven. The vastness of both
earth and sea baffled me. My mother was laying on the sand, reading a
book. Lisa was right next to her, reading a magazine.

My father and I however took this moment as our own. Whatever activity
there was for us to find, we acted. Sandcastle building, frisbee throwing,
digging the deepest hole we could, chasing seagulls, throwing kelp at one
another, headbutting the waves that tried to topple us.

By the time the sun had moved maybe an inch, we'd collapsed to the firm
cool sand, struck with laughter. It was one of the first times I saw my dad
just play. Saw him let the world carry on with its troubles, and allow the
man, striated with labor, to just be with his son--full of glee.

Suddenly, Dad shot his glance up to the sky.

"Seb," he pointed, his strong arm shooting upward. "What's that one look
like."

Collecting myself, gathering my breath, I winced as I looked in the
direction of his hand. Clouds wrestled in the sky. Clouds like billowing
steam, like an avalanche, but then one, just by itself, I spotted.

"It looks like, ummm," my small voice carried outward, lost to the crashing
of the waves.

A hand, sprawled out, pushing toward us. I held out my hand to reach for
it.

Dad held his hand in mine and gripped it tight. He held a marveled smile on
his face, still catching his breath, still glimmered in ocean water.

"When I look up in the sky, and when you look up in the sky: try t'find
that hand again," he said.

"It means I'm there. And if I see it, that means I know yer there," he
said. He let my hand go and rested his arms behind his head.

"Dad?"

"Yeah, Seb?"

"I wish--

*

"--th-this day would...n-never hhenngh...n-never end," I groaned.

Dad's hands met my forearms, and picked them up, wrapping them around my
chest. His lips touched my ear.

"Someday, it won't," he huffed.

And with that, Dad's hips rocketed backward and forwards like a machine.

With steady progression, I felt Dad's cock touch the deepest part of me
that he could, while sharing the rigid tip of his penis with the ring of my
hole.

My eyes widened and my jaw became crooked with pleasure. My dick flung
against my stomach with each powerful thrust, precum like tinsel dancing in
midair. And just when I thought my dad would run out of steam, seconds
would pass where my dad's movements would not relent.

Despite the pleasure, despite the sensation, despite the powerful force of
my father, I could not make a sound. I was constricted. At the staggering
whim of my father's body.

"Hnnnng...hnnnngh.....nggggg...." Dad continued to grunt in my
ear. Occasionally, a slap would strike my stomach. Two slaps. But always
his arms would return to holding me precisely in place. And as common
courtesy, I held my ground. Making sure to match my dad's fervent rhythm,
or to hold my core strong so as not to move out of my place, making the
most of each of his thrusts.

Finally, Dad's left arm hooked under my neck. His right arm, wrapped around
my stomach. His thrusts became even faster, harder, more precise. I felt my
body lose gravity. Become lighter. My hair bounced like springs in front of
my face. My cock sprayed precum like Windex along the back of my dad's
futon. But yet, I could not cum.

As though I hadn't exhaled in minutes: "Heh," was all the managed to eke
through my mouth.

"Herrrngh. Herrngh. Herngh. Errfh. ErrrERRRRGH! RAHAHH!" Dad bellowed into
my shoulder, still keeping his pace. His arms tightened around me even
more, to the point that he might crush me. "ERRRMGH. FRRRR. RRRRRRRRGH!
GAH-UNGAH-UNGAH-UNGAH!"

Suddenly I felt the molten sensation of hot jizz inflating my ass once
again. With each powerful thrust, the churning of cum inflating my innards,
a wet stickiness against my thighs.

"Unnn-GAHHH...Hrrrn-GRRRRGH!" Dad roared as he gave two final thrusts into
me, collapsing forward. His sweaty body and my sweaty body pressing
together.

((1-3))

I felt his dick slide out of me, Dad's arms becoming weak, his elbows
running against my sides. Warm cum trickled out of me.

"Hunnf...rnnnf...woooofff," Dad grunted. His forehead rested between my
shoulder blades, his lips meeting my spine, as I felt his tongue drag
against my skin. He began lapping up the discarded cum he'd left behind. I
jerked my head back in his direction in response, my mouth agape hoping for
another gracious helping of my dad's seed. Without hesitation, Dad locked
his lips with mine, letting his cum spill onto my tongue. Our tongues
juggled the warm wad as Dad's hands ran up and down my sides, his cock
knocking between my hole once again.

"Damn, look at that ass," Dad marveled. "I can tell you've been workin'
hard out there." My mind for a split second thought he was referring to how
hard my ass was working. "Your back...these muscles comin' in nice and
strong...hams...quads...obliques...whatever yer doin," he bent over and
kissed my shoulder, "don't quit."

"Th-thanks, Dad," I said. I could feel my cock hanging heavy between my
legs. My need to cum was overwhelming, the pressure beneath my taint
excruciating, yet at the same time bewildering. Like a second heartbeat
below my waist.

Dad gripped his arms around my chest with the strength of a gorilla, and in
one twist of his hips, Dad fell to the couch in a seat, and my legs were in
the air, and I was facing the Christmas tree. The metal studs dug into my
chest in an exhilarating shimmer of pain and pleasure.

Dad slowly lowered me and let me lay across his lap, our bodies
intersecting, his cock springing between my thighs and snuggling with
mine. He cradled my neck with his forearm, lifting me slightly.

"Look at fuggin' that," he remarked. I stared down at my cock. The powerful
heartbeat in my cock I'd been feeling after my dad's third load was now
animating before my eyes. My dick grew and shrank, pulsing like an alien
creature. With each pulse, clear precum would spritz a centimeter into the
air and trickle down my like spring water down a piece of granite.

"Wh-why can't I cum like normal, Da...-ad?" I squirmed, feeling his cock
wag along with mine.

"Y'mean like every two seconds?" he looked into my eyes like he used to
when he knew I'd lied about cleaning my room.

"ERnngh," I groaned, clamping my thighs around my dad's cock, lifting my
hips up and down.

"Haaa," Dad smiled, and threw his head back, letting me milk his cock,
still slick with his own cum.

"Ng...nghh...ngh-ngh-ngh," I grunted, watching Dad's cock get squeezed
between my quads.

"Hmmmmmmm," Dad sang, a peaceful look on his face as he put his arms up on
the back of the futon, like he was sunbathing. I watched as he basked in my
laborious effort for more of his cum, even if it meant that I wasn't
getting to blow my load. I hoisted myself up and down, using my abs to hold
myself in a steady plank, reclining on my arms, letting my body take long
strokes up and down my dad's towering meat.

"Ohhhh, yeaaaah, just like th'...nnnnngh," Dad growled. His left hand
traveled to my leather harness, encouraging me, spotting me. "Hawwwwww,
yeah, lil' tighter, Seb," he said. "Lil' tighter and I'll let you cum
after." Those words. I didn't know what he meant by "letting me cum."

But a long gaze at my dick, watching it lubricate my dad's massive tool,
knowing that there had to be at least a gallon of jizz ready to be
unleashed, I clenched my legs even tighter without thinking. Dad nodded in
response, his jaw dropping at first, then his face contorted as though he'd
received a shot of lemon juice into his mouth.

"Hoo...Hoof...d-don't stop, Seb...j-just like that....hunfgf...ah...AH...."
Dad's eyes bugged out of his head as he locked his focus onto both of our
dicks. A small stream of cum leaked out of his cock and spiraled around our
collective meat like smoke dancing through air. Then a single jet of cum
launched into the air, and fell to his chest, and onto my eyes. He winced
his eyes closed as I kept milking him. Still unable to make a sound. His
shoulders quivered, his hand tightened around my harness, and then
finally-- "HOOAH!!" Dad bellowed as two more wads of cum belched forth. For
what seemed like a full minute, Dad lost himself in his orgasm.

"Vuugh....vugggh...mmmlahh...henngh..." he babbled, his powerful chest
rising and falling with each breath. I slowly continued milking my father
between my thighs. "Eh-heh...heh heh heh," Dad shuddered with post-nut
pleasure.

((1-4))

The moment the air was still, I unclamped my legs from my dad, observing
the mess we'd made. My own precum that managed to escape my dick rolled off
my hips like rain on a polished rock. Dad's evidence however had turned the
futon, the floor, even the wall into a Jackson Pollack painting.

Dad took a slow inhale, releasing his hand from my harness. Folded his
hands across his hairy and cum smattered stomach and let a satisfied exhale
with rattled breath escape into the room.

"Nap time," he said. My eyes widened.

"WHAT?? YOU SA--"

"Hahahahaha!" Dad barked loudly. I'd never heard Dad laugh like that. As
though he were being tickled from the inside. Dad nonchalantly coiled his
hand around my dick, stroking me slowly.

"Heeengh--errrrrgh!" I whined in frustration. Dad brought his hand to his
mouth like bear enjoying honey.

"Bet yer dyin' to cum, arn'tcha?" he asked, his fingers leaving his mouth
with a smack. Dad used a free hand to spread my leg further apart, sinking
a thumb into my hole.

"Hnnngh...y-yeeeeshhh!" I complained.

"Yer new secret weapon," he said coyly, dipping his thumb in and out of me.

"H-huh?" I groaned.

Dad locked eyes with me and knocked a knuckle against the wooden ring that
was fixed around my cock and balls.

"'Member all the time back? We talked about controlling yourself?"

I did remember. Once my dad realized that I could cum just by thinking
about it, he basically he gave me that lecture. To slow down, to save all
of the perfunctory loads, to make each one count.

I thought back to how Daddy made me cum in that hotel room. How I could
have been struck by lightning and still it wouldn't have described the
intensity and breakneck pleasure I felt. Being dragged along, only
servicing, not receiving. Not being allowed to even touch myself. And
looking at my dad stroke me with his tough hands--hands that have
spellbound me in the past--and seeing my cock respond with the fervor of
baking soda and vinegar, but without the payoff?

"So this...ernf...ring thingy keeps me from cumming?" I asked.

"Not quite. You can still cum, Seb," he explained. "It's just harder. Fer
most people, yer right, they keep these on and don't cum til it's off. Or
sometimes there are people who can't even get hard anymore."

I lurched forward, leaning on my hands at the sound of this.

"What??"

"S'true. After a while, things just don't work like before. Everything
still feels good, but it's all inside."

"I-I..." I looked down at my cock, twitching before me. To cum, or to make
the boner go away. My eyes welled up with tears. "I don't wanna lose my
hard-on," I whimpered.

Dad smiled reassuringly. "Seb, yer a Smalls. Smalls men are hard even in
the grave," he said giving my stiff cock a smack.

Dad was spewing load after load, though. And he had his ring on.

"So why can you cum so much, then?" I asked.

"Honestly Seb," he leaned his head against the futon, "I don't know." His
thumb pressed further into me. "Thought we'd be able to fuck as long as we
wanted. Not that we aren't r'anything." His thumb became two fingers
instead. He nonchalantly fucked my ass with his fingers, watching my dick
spasm, spritzing precum like a kinked garden hose.

Now that I knew why I couldn't cum, and now that I knew Dad had a ring on
his cock just like me, but STILL was able to cum, all I wanted to do now
was show my dad that I could cum if I wanted, even if I had the ring on.

"So do ya like it?" Dad asked, still stirring his fingers inside my
hole. My cock struggling against this prison I'd been put in.

"Heengh..." I replied, knowing my face was showing the weariest grin. I
didn't know. All I wanted in the moment was to soak my father with my cum,
have him pickled in my jizz. And all I could produce was meager precum,
making stomach shine like a newt in a swamp. I decided to take my dad's
word for it.

Challenge accepted, I thought. I was going to bust a load, even with this
ring inhibiting me. Even if that meant taking a dozen more of my dad's
loads to get there.

"Y-yeh...yeah Dad..." I moaned, letting my hips wriggle against his
fingers. "Jus' want you to fuck me some more." I stretched my arms over my
head, like a cat in the sunlight. Dad's open hand stroked my slimy stomach,
rubbing my precum into my skin.

"D-damn, look at those abs, Seb," Dad remarked. He bore his knuckles into
my stomach, raking his fist across my tightened torso. I flexed even
tighter for him. "Hrrmm," Dad pouted his lips, giving my belly a couple of
soft punches.

Dad leaned over, taking my buzzing cock in his mouth, savoring a slow slurp
from the base to the tip, cleaning it of my sweet precum.

"Ahhhhh..." he said taking a satisfied exhale, as though he'd taken a sip
of scotch. Dad suddenly lifted up my legs like he was leaving a
rollercoaster ride and pressing into my thighs so that my cock was dangling
a foot away from my face. Precum dripped upon my face like the beginning of
rainfall.

My ass rested against Dad's chest, and without hesitation, he shoved his
mouth against my wet hole. Dad's tongue slid in and out of my hole, hooking
itself inside my rectum. Precum spritzed my face even further. I opened my
mouth attempting to feed myself as Dad helped himself to my colon.

"Nyahhh...fmmmm..." I cried as Dad smothered his rough face against my
smooth ass. I felt my penis flex like a powerful arm, as Dad continued to
snake his way in and out of me.

"Mwahhh!" Dad hissed as he brought himself to proudly to his knees. In one
swift motion he hooked his arms under my back and hoisted me so that he was
cradling my body at his hips. I felt Dad's crotch pulsing at my hole, ready
to make its entrance.

"Hunnngh," I said, drunk with pleasure. Dad and I danced and twisted our
hips slightly while locking eyes with one another. Eventually I felt the
familiar snap of a hard dick punching its way through my ass. "NYAHH!" I
yelped with pleasure. Within less than a second, Dad's meat blasted its way
into me. "HAH!" I gasped, my eyes widened, my vision clouded, suddenly
seeing two.

"Ho ho...eyes went crossed a second," he said with a smirk.

"Sh-shuddup," I said, my voice slurred. "Jus' fuck me already. Jus fuggin
fuck me," I groaned.

"Oh you want me to fuck you?" Dad teased holding his cock halfway inside of
me.

"Yeeeees," I sobbed.

"I had no idea, heh heh," Dad teased.

"NRRRG!! Just FUCK me, Dad. Come AWWWWN!" I cried, my arms flailing, like a
toddler having a temper tantrum at a grocery store, wanting a candy bar.

"I don't like yer tone, young man," Dad cooed. "Y'know I think it might be
bedtime for you," he said in a familiar way.

"NNNNNOOOOO!" I squealed. "I want you to FUCK MEEEEEEEE!" I cried.

"Not with that kind of shitty talk, Seb," he said, a sharpness to his tone.

"Hengh...hengh...hic..." I whimpered.

"Ask nicely." Dad began pulling his dick out. Seven inches. Six
inches. Five inches. Four inches. Three inches.

"S-sorry," I whined and sniveled. "Please, Dad, can you fuck me?" I said
softly.

"C'mon, Seb, chin up," he commanded. "Try again." Three inches, two inches.

I took a deep inhale, as I felt the cock slipping away from me.

"Please, Dad," I said, hardening my gaze upon my father. The powerful
Adonis that held me with such perfect control. "Can you please fuck me?" I
asked with total politeness.

"Much better," Dad said, his fingers gripping my leather harness.

What I remember next was a snapshot of my dad. His head thrown back, his
mouth shaped in a snarl, his chest frozen with his pecs thrown upward
toward his clavicle, a firework show of sweat, his biceps adorned with
thick veins.

"Hengh...heng....hennnngh...."

I found myself rested back on the futon. Dad's body draped over me. His
cock twitching between my ass. Our breathing matched with one another. My
hole burned with the heat my dad's jizz.

((1-5))

"Heh...heh...I need a break, Seb," Dad mumbled into my shoulder. Heat
radiated off of him as though he were made of hot coals.

I lapped my tongue against Dad's neck. Taking in his salty sweat. With arms
quaking, Dad pushed himself away from me, his cock dragging against the
walls of my ass, and finally leaned against his heels. I turned my head to
see him wiping his eyes as though he were just waking up from a nap. His
cock still sprang forth in the open air.

"Not me," I said, twisting over to my hands and knees, and with perfect
precision, I backed against my father's waist, the entirety of his cock
parked inside my body.

"Hyuh!" I heard Dad squeak behind me. "Uhhhh-huh-huh-huh," Dad sighed like
a broken motor, before laying his hands on my ass, pulling me closer to
him.

"Still need that break, Dad?" I asked.

"Nuh...unnn..." Dad mumbled as he gripped my ass.

Three flashes entered my vision.

The armrest of the futon.

My hands gripped against the armrest of the futon.

The fabric of the futon.

I felt my father's hand pressing on the back of my head, his cock slamming
into me with all the power that he'd had before.

"Mmmmglugh," I grumbled weakly, feeling Dad's thighs slap against my ass.

"Hmmm...mrrrrmgh...errrgh..." Dad groaned as he fucked me steadily. With
the nonchalance of a janitor sweeping up dirt, my dad swung his hips in the
same way. I craned my neck to see his face in an almost sleepwalked state.

"Y'wake, Dad?" I asked, his rod still jolting against my g-spot in the most
excellent way.

"Nnngh..nnn-yeah, Seb...m'gonna cum again...hungh...I can feel it
comin'...HAAaa..." Dad wailed, running his free hand across his forehead.

Dad's thrusts became slower, yet not any less powerful.

The sounds of my battered hole squelching with cum and meat echoed through
the small apartment. I remained stationary, perched like a gargoyle on a
gothic church, remaining an avenue for mine and my father's pleasure.

"ERrrrngh...HUNGH....GYAAAHAHHH!" Dad roared as he took one final thrust.

One. Two. Three. Four.

Like little lightbulbs flashing against my prostate, I felt as Dad
deposited what seed he had into me.

My cock squirmed and leaked as any sudden movement would trigger me into
full body euphoria. A prickling between my shoulder blades, almost like
wings needed to burst forth, caused my thighs to quiver as Dad finished his
exhausted orgasm.

((1-6))

Dad toppled forth; his cock still locked inside of me.

"Hengh...hmm...mrfff..." he grumbled. The room reeked of sweat, male body
odor, and cum. The colorful lights of the Christmas tree now became a
single blob of haze from our humid recklessness.

"C-can't...can't believe how many times I've come already," Dad huffed into
the back of my neck.

"Heh heh," I laughed, slowly bucking my hips to and fro, continuing to play
with my dad's cock.

I felt Dad slowly pull his cock out of me. I felt suddenly empty. Whether I
understood it or not, a wild fluttered across my nervous system.

MALADY DETECTED : DETECTED MALADY : ORGAN MISSING : MISSING ORGAN
IDENTIFIED : PENIS : PENIS : PENIS : PENISPENISPENIS

As each second without Dad's cock went by, the more abnormal I felt. I
twisted over onto my back to see my dad, resting his naked ass on the
wooden armrest of the futon. His hands against his eyes, almost as though
he'd just woken up.

His heavy cock still punched forth between his legs. Dad rested his wrists
on his knees and looked at me, a sleepy grin on his face.

"Dad?"

His eyelids fluttered in response.

"Dad? You awake?" He took a deep inhale, and a short exhale. His eyes
opened with a gratified smirk on his face.

Dad shook his head. Slightly at first, keeping eye contact with me, and
then more wildly.

"Rrrrungh!" Dad belted, slapping his chest, sending energy back into him.

Like a King Kong he lunged forth and hooked his hands under my armpits and
twisted me to the left, so that I was hanging off the edge of the
futon. Dad whipped his hand against my aching dick, and with the other
gripped the back of my neck, his fingers tangled in my sweat soaked hair.

Delicately, Dad let me slide down the edge of the futon, until my head was
resting against the carpeted floor, my ass resting against the edge of the
couch, my legs spread so that my toes almost touched the floor.

"This is the one," Dad growled as he crouched over me like a
panther. Without even needing to aim, his penis hooked directly into my
hole, like a finger into ring. Naturally, meant to be.

"Hhhhhungh," I groaned as each inch of my father's belabored cock drove
into me.

"Yeh...hng..." Dad grunted as he sank into euphoria. "This is the one," he
growled again. "You'll cum from me," he mumbled. "This dick...dis is the
one."

"Hooo yeah, Daaaaaahd! Fuggin...erngh..." I blabbered as my cock bobbled
above me, my own precum dousing my face.

Dad's darkened body heaved over me. His fists bore into the carpeted
floor. One by one, Dad moved his legs so that as he crouched could easily
squat and plunge his cock inside of me.

"Nyeeeeah," he snarled, our eyes locked with one another. He began lifting
and dropping his full body weight onto me.

"HuuuNGNH!" I barked as I felt his waist slam against my ass. "GYURRR!" I
gasped. "Nyeah, Dad. Make me cum. I want you to make me cum, Dad." Just as
before, each time Dad scooped his hips, surging his cock into the depths of
my ass. Each time his dick happened to rattle against my prostate, a spritz
of precum would rain upon my face. I tightened my ass, causing my legs to
rise and fall with each of my dad's movements, sucking Dad off from the
inside.

"Hoo fuck yeah," Dad said, shaking his head like a fearsome wildcat,
regaining energy. "Hooooooof...hoooofugggg...." he growled as he adjusted
his hands so that the grappled my leather harness. "Nyeeeech...fuggg...."
he snarled; his face twisted in pure animalistic desire.

"Oh hyeah....hungngghhh...keep fuggin me, Dad! Just like that! Love the way
your...unnngg...your fuckin big COCK expLODES into me!" I sang in glee.

"Hooo...hoooof..." Dad growled, focused, sweat dripping from the tip of his
nose. "Hoooo...fuggg..."

"Yeah, Dad, push all of you into me," I hissed, a grin flashing across my
face. Dad's hand hooked across my dick, attempting to jack me off. But it
was no use. All his body was capable of doing was fucking me.

"ErrrrngH!" he bellowed, his face tightening into an animalistic and vacant
state. Veins sprouted on his neck and forehead, as though his entire soul
was leaving his body. "Nyyahhhh!" he exhaled, resting his entire weight
into me.

A familiar warmth pooled inside of me. Dad was cumming, but unable to
articulate it any longer. I felt his entire body quake above me, taking
short shallow breaths. His face faded from emotion to emotion every two
seconds: first vacant, then pleasured, then furious, then gleeful, then
exhausted.

"Gungh..." he groaned once more, making a measured lift and fall with his
hips, allowing the rest of his cum to spill into me. A soft suckling sound
continued, as my dad tried to continue churning his cum into me. Until
finally, his entire cock remained jammed inside of me, my skin fuzed with
my dad's perfect cock. I took steady and excited breaths, waiting for my
dad's next trick.

((1-7))

Instead my dad completely collapsed.

"Hooogoh," he blubbered. His entire weight toppled upon me, his chest
smearing against my face. "Hnff..." he whimpered. Cock still proudly lodged
inside of me. "I-I...I can't..." he whined in feverish breath.

Dad's arms and hands fumbled for a way to ground themselves. Before
finally, I saw his shoulders quake, his wrists quaver.

"Nnnnguh...unnngh...S-Seb..."

And with a mighty fall, my dad spilled to the carpeted floor of his small
apartment. His body lay sprawled forth like an angel fallen from
heaven. One forearm crossed his brow, his eyes lightly shut. The other arm
reaching mindlessly for something.

I turned onto my knees and scooted myself toward him so that my cock fit
perfectly in his drifting hand. His fingers lazily stroked my aching dick
before finally resigning to fatigue. His arm fell to the floor.

Dad was out like a rock.

Yet, a shiny bead of cum still prominently gleaming from the tip of his
dick. Without thinking I bent forward and snatched Dad's cum into my
mouth. As though he were snug in his own bed, Dad laid flat on the carpet
with his legs splayed outward.

With this, I decided to have some fun.

Without my dad even realizing, I smeared my face along the shaft of his
cock, grinning with mischievous glee. Dad sank his body further into the
floor, allowing himself to fully relax.

With this, I crawled over to my dad's still prominent penis, and let myself
fall upon it. My throat gladly welcomed my father's meat, cleaning it of
any residual cum.

Dad kept completely still, his sleeping breath rose and fell. And his cock
stayed completely firm in my mouth. Without remorse, I sucked on my dad's
cock, letting his meat lodge between my tonsils.

Despite collapsing into a comfortable nap, Dad's schlong still remained
proudly nested inside my throat.

I glanced at my dad's stomach, watching it tighten with each breath. I took
in my dad's meat without relent. I stretched my mouth around his thick
shaft, retrieving any residual seed from him, feeling his spongy meat
resting inside my gullet.

Dad snorted with pleasure as my mouth rose and fell upon him.

"Huh...huhuh...rooogh..." Dad growled, his legs quaking with pleasure as I
danced my tongue around his shaft. Hot cum spilled down my throat, and I
gratefully took my fill of Dad's delicious seed.

((1-8))

Finally, the shaking quit. The taut muscles of my father loosened up. I
slowly continued sucking my father, taming him with each steady stroke. The
rapid growling became a steady rattling breath. Until--

Zzzzzzzzzzz...ZZZZzzzzzzz...ZZZZZZzzzzz...

I glanced up at my dad, his cock still stuffed in my mouth. I bobbed my
head up and down hoping in hopes of inspiring some kind of reaction.

Zzzzz....ZZ-ZZ...zzzz...hewwww...

His nose whistled as his exhausted body accepted sleep. I furrowed my brow
as I continued to gulp down my father's stiff cock, no signs of it
softening. I took a steep dive down all nine inches of my father's cock, my
nose landing in the thick of his pubic hair. I shook my head like a dog
playing with a toy, taking rapid jabs of my dad's pulsing cock against the
back of my throat.

"Mmm..mmm....mmmmm..." I mumbled as I suffocated on my father's tool. Then
with a slow withdraw, I let my lips drag against his shaft, leaving a
mucusy and cum-laden trail behind. When my mouth reached the top, I let a
smack of my lips clatter through the quiet apartment. Hoping that would
wake my dad up.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz...zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...

I scowled in frustration. I wasn't tired. I wasn't ready to quit.

"Da-aad..." I said in a low tone, nudging his hairy thigh. "Dad." I pushed
again harder.

Zzzzzz...

Dad snored loudly, throwing his arms above his head in total bliss.

No. No way. No fucking way was Dad going to get to release these loads on
me, and not let me get my turn.

I pushed up on my hands and stood up with my feet to the side of his
hips. I squatted down and rested my hole against my dad's wet dick. With a
steady hand, I directed the head of Dad's cock to my hole and as though I
was plopping down into a comfy couch, I fell on top of Dad's stiff rod.

"HAAANGH!" I yelped.

Zzz--...

"Nnnnngh..." I grumbled mischievously as I grinded my hips, stirring my own
guts with Dad's dick. "Heh-heh...heh heh heh!" I giggled excitedly.

"Nrg...mmf...zzz...Zzzeb...mmm...g'mon..." Dad babbled in his dreamy state.

"C'mon? You wanna keep fuckin' me, Dad?" I asked sweetly as I rose and fell
on my dad's dick, occasionally dropping my entire weight onto him, feeling
his massive cock send a meteor shower through my body.

"Mrrg...n-noo...'mean yess...I mean...no...c'mon zzzz," Dad snorted, his
eyes barely able to stay open.

"Sounds like you want to keep fuckin' me, Dad," I whispered, leaning
forward and running my tongue across his drooped mouth, his teeth scraping
against it. I worked my legs, bouncing up and down on Dad's dick, feeling
my own penis--starved for orgasm--thumping against his stomach.

"Blff....rmmmf...ungh...henng..." Dad belted through each desperate
exhale. The need for it all to stop--mixed with the need for it to never
stop. To be locked in perpetual orgasm.

I twisted my hips, running my anal wall along the entire length of Dad's
dick as I straddled him. Long, deep thrusts as I clamped my thighs around
my dad's hips.

"Engh...fff...glugg...pfff..." Dad's face flashed between two different
emotions:

"Nnn!" Like someone flashed a camera in his face.

"Hehhhhh..." Like he'd just gotten a joke.

"HUGN!" Like he'd stubbed his toe.

"Hooooo..." Like he'd just run a marathon.

"Geh-hehhhh..." Like he was drunk.

"Ffffffff!" Like he was moving a G-force speeds.

"HUH!" His eyes bugged out of his head as he smacked his lips, as though
waking up from a tumultuous dream.

I began slowly lifting myself up to the point where Dad's dick would fall
out of me. I tightened my hole right at the last centimeter, and then
slowly lowered myself.

"Jooooof!" Dad blabbered, his arms cactused away from him, fists clenching
and unclenching.

I continued this painfully slow rise and fall, enjoying every pleasurable
inch of my father, feeling his and my heartbeat. Mine in my prostate, and
Dad's pulsing against it.

"Pff!" He spat in delirium, his stomach tightening.

I steadily increased my speed. My quads ached as though I'd just done fifty
laps in the pool, but I stayed focused. I needed to keep him with me. The
sound of my father splitting me open cascaded around the room like the
sound of beautiful snowfall.

"Nrrgh. Errrgh." Dad began to breathe more quickly.

I did a few wags of my ass, milking a few inches of Dad's dick inside of me
before falling completely on top of it.

"Ha! Huh. Hengh," Dad barked and whimpered as I performed my dance upon
him. I let my right-hand fall into his and felt him grip it back. With that
I began bouncing fervently upon Dad's meat, feeling it smother itself
against my prostate.

"Frrrrr...mmmmmgh...." I grunted furiously, sweat pouring from my face. I
felt as though this was becoming more about my father's pleasure than my
own. More of an act of exercise. Of proving my strength to him. That was I
was unstoppable.

My left hand drifted into his, his fingers coiling around my wrist. My
hands gripped into Dad's strong forearms, and like a powerful oarsman, I
leaned back and pulled him forward, our centers of gravity meeting
precisely at the intersection of my ass and his cock.

Dad dizzily let his head fall forward from his neck, and then back, like a
ragdoll.

With our arms locked, our waists magnetized, I began to rapidly work my
ass, slamming it against my dad's thighs. Sweat began to splash against our
overworked bodies. Dad became a bobblehead doll, letting whatever force
enter him cause the rest of him to passively react. My muscles burned with
fatigue, but it only made me work harder. How fast could I slam Dad's cock
into myself? How hard could I work? My chest bounced with each collision of
our bodies.

"Bllr...rvvv...gguhhh..." Dad blabbered incoherently, his face drifting
between dizzied confusion and total peace.

"Yeeeaaahhhrrrghh," I whined in strenuous response, feeling Dad's organ
knock against my prostate, ringing me like a bell. My cock slapped against
my stomach in a sticky sweaty mess, as I adjusted and tightened my grip on
my dad's muscular arm. I scowled at his drenched forehead, watching sweat
scatter across his face, splashing my eyelashes.

Seconds of this steady mechanical fucking continued for what felt like
minutes. Dad's vacant expression searching for something that wasn't there,
focusing nonsensibly on corners of the living room. His eyes finding
patterns in the popcorn ceiling. As though he were pondering a difficult
math equation.

Inside, I begged for an orgasm, the pleasure beneath my waist was
unbearable. I wanted to break free of his confining cock ring, just as my
dad had been able to do so many times. To summon some kind of mind altering
cumshot that would turn my life around.

Steady slapping of skin was all that continued.

"Nnnnn...nnnnn..." Dad grumbled yet again, his head completely dropped at
his chest, still holding onto me tightly as I held onto him.

"Yeh...yehh...yeh...c'mon..." I said encouraging the both of us.

"Nrrrgh...mmm..." Dad hummed. "G-gggg," a gurgling sound escaping his
throat. Dad raised his head, directing his empty gaze toward me. His eyes
were half closed, bloodshot, his jaw drooped with drool spilling from his
lips onto his stubbly beard.

"Yeaahhhhh," I hissed, lapping up any spit that fell forth, increasing my
fervor, feeling Dad's cock eradicate my insides, my ass cheeks stinging and
chaffing from skin repeatedly slapping together.

"Bleeeehhh," Dad belched, his tongue falling from his mouth, more drool
falling from his tongue. His eyes drifted between shark-like and empty, to
white, to glassy. "Hmmmmmmmnnngh," he hummed in a high-pitched falsetto of
a voice I rarely ever heard. His mouth twisting into a satisfied smirk, his
head beginning to bobble once more.

"Hmmlam...mlah...heeeehmmm..." he spoke in baby talk, his eyes closing,
eyebrows lifting and furrowing.

I glanced at my dick, striking my dad's stomach like a lumberjack trying to
topple a tree. A precum lake oozed at my dad's belly and spilled off his
hips.

"Hrrm...hrrf...mrrm..." Dad's eyes rolled, trying to maintain focus. I
continued my efforts, my thighs on fire, unrelenting. Suddenly, I felt my
dad's cock begin to twitch inside of me. His dizzied and drunk expression
became one of shock, eyes bugged out from his skull. Veins scattered up the
length of his neck. His face twisted into a panicked smile and then mouth
forming an elongated "O". Tears streamed from his eyes as several small
squeaks escaped from his throat. His mouth flickered from full grin, to one
of shock.

I did not hesitate to continue stuffing my ass with Dad's dick. If anything
I began to quicken my pace.

"Ah...Agh..." Dad whimpered.

"Hmm..hmmm...hmmm..." I breathed gruffly, sweat pouring down my face, my
back, my ass, my legs. "Gonna cum? Y'gonna fuckin' cum again?" I growled.

Dad looked at me like a child, like I'd just stolen his favorite toy. And
then--

"Hunnnnnnngh. Guhhhhhhhhh!! WAGGGGGGGH!!" Dad roared like a train as I
continued my rage-filled conquest on my dad's cock, letting it power into
me, my intestines filling like a balloon with my father's semen.

"RRRRRRRFFFF! RRRRRF!!!!!" I bellowed between my gritted teeth, gripping my
dad's arms even harder, continuing to pound my own ass with his lifeless
bottom-half. Cum spewed from my hole, making a sort of boiling and bubbling
chemical noise I'd never heard before. Like fireworks ricocheting from my
ass cheeks, or bubble wrap.

"UNNNNNNGH. GUHHHHHHHH. HUHNNNNNNGH." Dad heaved and sobbed with pleasure;
his entire core tightened. Before finally, Dad threw his head back, his
Adam's apple like an arrowhead jutted toward the ceiling. I brought my pace
to a slow. Gently lowering him to the carpeted floor. His throat sputtered,
head spinning with pleasure, cock still twitching inside me. His leather
harness sagged on his right shoulder as his shallow breath began to
steady. His eyes wide open, taking deep breaths, gazing at nothing, as
though he'd just been through war.

I heard the back of his throat click as though he tried to speak, but no
words came out. I leaned forward, letting Dad's cock spill from my ass. I
rested my body upon his. His hairy coat now matted with precum and
sweat. His skin shown in the glimmery Christmas tree light. I rested upon
his chest, feeling the slow stream of hot cum seep from my battered
asshole.

((1-9))

When all of a sudden, a soft knock hit our door. I gasped, suddenly snapped
into a reality that our perfect could be taken away.

Was it my mom? My sister?

I tumbled from my dad's naked body, completely used up from our sex. I
found my shirt and pants.

Another series of knocks. My breath became heavy as I fumbled to get my
pants back on, my shirt over my head.

"D-dad?" I whispered?

"Mummf..." he blubbered silently.

"Dad!" I hissed again.

"Unnh!" he barked back, completely blacked out, his muscular body spilled
across the floor.

"What do I do? What do I DO???" I shouted the last word.

"Blugh.." was all that came out. I took a few shallow breaths. Tucked my
erection tightly to the side of my leg. Combed my hair with my
fingers. Inhale. Exhale. I glanced back at my dad who looked like an angel
falling toward Hell.

I stepped on my tiptoes to see through the peephole. Only the darkness of
the evening.

"Who's there?" I called, sweat ran down my neck, my father's cum ran down
my leg. Only a knock responded.

"Fuck," I whispered under my breath. I cracked open the door and saw five
darkened figures before me.

Coach Scott. Mr. Grisham. Dr. Amar. Mr. Sands. Mr. McCook.

Their nude bodies loomed over me.

Their sex-crazed bodies all began to groan:

"God..."

"G-gyawhh..."

"Gaawdd..."

"GOD!"

"G-g-g-g-od..."

An overhead light in the apartment complex hallway flickered to life.

Muscle. Cock. Hair. Lust. It all flashed at me, and I was ready. Ready to
take them all at once.

The light steadied.

"God rest ye gentleman Let nothing you dismay"

My vision adjusted to the sudden fluorescent and heavenly light that shown
above me.

"Remember Christ our Savior Was born on Christmas Day"

A choir of carolers was gathered in flannel cloaks and Christmassy
sweaters, singing in chummy fashion.

"To save us all from Satan's pow'r When we were gone astray"

I slowly closed the front door to hide the naked man who'd just unloaded a
generation's worth of children inside of me.

"Oh-oh tidings of comfort and joy Comfort and joy Oh-oh tidings of comfort
and joy."

The voices all extended their song at the final "joy" before settling into
themselves in satisfaction. I could only look at them with horror and
anxiety. I just wanted them to leave. I just wanted them to go away so I
could keep fucking my father.

I shuddered, in bare feet, only one shirt, my pants. An aching erection
stifled within me.

I glanced at each of the singers.

Woman.  Older woman.  Woman.  Young Girl.  Man.

Man. I focused my gaze upon him.

He wore a pom pom adorned red and green sweater and a Christmas hat. He had
an optimistic gaze and smiled in anticipation after their performance.

The cold air stung my face. All I wanted was to fuck this man in front of
me. I knew I couldn't. I knew it would be impossible. I shuddered from the
cold. The metal from the harness under my shirt stung against my skin.

I couldn't. I couldn't. I scanned the man from his feet to his
face. Leather winter boots, slacks covering a non-descript bottom half, his
waist, a cock, a baggy torso, a pale face, soft red hair feathered out of
his Santa's hat.

I had the best of the best just in the other room. I couldn't let myself
try to take this man right now. I had to just get myself back inside. I had
to. I couldn't think about the potential thickness that lay stiff beneath
his pants.

"THANK YOU!" I yelped, still shuddering, clenching my toes.

"We hope you have a Merry Christmas," one of the women said sweetly.

"Merry Christmas!" the little girl peeped. The group turned toward the
stairs and began their journey back home. The man was the last to begin
descending the stairs. Once I saw the ladies fall out of sight, I put my
hand in his and pulled him back toward me.

He stumbled on the stairs and then trotted back toward me.

"I-Is everything alright?" he said in a soft voice. I gave him a quick
focused gaze in his sweet eyes. He winced slightly, trying to pull away
from me. I fumbled with the fly of my pants in a frantic state.

His brows furrowed slightly in confusion. I undid my fly, exposing my
prominent tool to him in the open air, my pants falling to the ground. I
kicked them off of me, letting them fly to an uncertain spot of the
tenement.

"U-uh," the man sputtered. Before he could say anything I ran my sticky
hands under his sweater and felt his soft skin.

"Yeah," I hissed in a frenzy.

"S-stop," he winced as I touched him. But I wouldn't. "Stop this," he
flinched. I snatched his hand in mine and pinched his fingers together in a
tight cross. With my other hand I felt the stiffness that was brewing in
his pants.

With my batch of fingers I spun myself around and shoved his hand into my
cum-soaked hole, directing three of his fingers into me. I felt his joints
twitch against my prostate, making my shoulders slightly lurch.

"Nyyyungh!" I whimpered loudly.

"D-don't!" he yelped. But I gripped his arm and fucked myself on his
available appendages. "S-stop!" he barked.  "Mmmmhmmmmm...yeahhhh," I
groaned.  I spun around and whipped my cock toward his face. With a strong
hand I brought his face toward my prick, drenched in precum.

"Errf," he groaned, before instinctively opening his mouth and accepting my
dick into his mouth. I gave him a brief sample of my dick, thrusting myself
into him a dozen times before letting him go.

"Ga-heeh," he gasped, catching his breath. He looked up at me in horror. I
looked back down at him in disgust. My cock twitching and challenging him
like a finger saying, "come hither."

The man gave a mortified look at the obvious bulge in his pants, and back
at me in fear. I stared him down, ready for him to fuck me right on the
stair well. I turned around, resting my knees on the concrete stairs, my
hole winking at him.

"Lullay, lullah, thou little tiny child Bye bye, lullay lullah"

A chorus of female voices rose beneath us.

"This poor youngling for whom we do sing, Bye bye, lullay lullah"

"Ah. Ahhh...Uh-uh...." the man shuddered.

"Lullay, lullah..."

I felt a thick pressure against my hole. He was in me. I glanced at his
face. His horrified expression, his hips thrusting into me. His hands
touching me. Mortified to be doing it, but not able to stop.

"Thou little tiny child..." he sang along with the chorus of voices. I
rocked back against him, pushing his cock deeper into me. Deeper and
deeper, wanting more, knowing there wasn't a number of inches that could
satisfy me.

"Ahh...UNNGH!" he winced and thrust into me.  "Gerry? Where's Gerry?" I
heard a woman's voice call out. "We need our bass!" In a panic, Gerry's
cock slithered out of me. I heard a zip of his pants, and rushed steps down
the stairs.

I stood still, my bare ass in the freezing night air. My cock still
twitching with need. I took my shirt off, letting the winter cold sting my
chest, my nipples, my back.

With an irritated temper, I balled up my shirt and threw it off the
stairwell balcony, letting it flutter into the blackness.

"Bye bye, lullay lullah..." I heard the haunting voices disappear. And then
nothing.

I stood naked in the open air. Letting my skin grow taut. I glanced down at
my undisturbed cock, still twitching with need.

I climbed the few stairs back up to Dad's apartment. Like a landlord coming
to collect late rent, my erect cock bouncing between my legs.

The second I pushed open the door I realized how cold I was.

The sex-filled air that we created together had culminated into a balmy
temperature inside. A haze blanketed my vision as well, as though a brief
rain had travelled through the living room as well. Only the multicolored
Christmas lights indicated that I was where I was supposed to be.

On the floor, my dad was propped onto his elbows coming out of a confused
daze.

"Wha--" His voice touched my ears. The voice I've always known. Now he was
broken down to an exhausted heap of muscle, bone, flesh, and cum.

"Carolers," I explained nonchalantly. My cock still slightly wet from
stuffing it inside a stranger's mouth.

"Unnngh," Dad replied, wiping his eyes.

"They left though," I said casually. "They were pretty good. I made sure
they knew they did a good job."

"That's good," Dad sighed, sinking against his arms. His shoulders pressed
against his ears. "Phew," he let out a whistling exhale. I watched his
waist as his cock swayed to and fro between his legs.

I walked over to my father and faced our Christmas tree. Away from my
father. I squatted myself down on Dad's still twitching dick. With ease, I
slid my dad's cock back inside of me. The second I sensed pressure inside,
I watched Dad's legs fidget in front me, his toes curling.

"Aw...man...come on Seb," Dad grumbled. "Let's...let's take a break, huh?"

I scooped my hips forward letting the entirety of Dad's junk shove inside
my hole. I felt my face melt with satisfaction, instantly forgetting about
the letdown that Gerry the Caroler turned out to be. My face softened as
though a warm cloth had been set upon my forehead.

"Let's...hmmmmph...y'fuckin...mmmph" Dad grumbled as I scooped my hips,
leaning against my dad's rock-hard penis.

Despite my recent cold snap and sore thighs, I attempted to repeat my
robotic jackhammering on my dad's tool. Dad's cock feeling as proud as ever
against my prostate.

I planted my hands firmly at the side of Dad's hips, grounding myself,
hoping that the orgasm I'd so desperately hoped for would come.

I wriggled my hips letting Dad's meat slither inside of me with ease.

"Unnph....S-Seb, I wanna stop t'day...w-we got so much time...don't...need
to...unngh...rush..." Dad's deep voice rattled my ribcage. As Dad offered
to quit, I found myself only wanting more. I didn't care how much time we
had. I only wanted to spend it plugged full of Dad's thick cock.

"Hunnnnngh..." I moaned in satisfaction as I figured out the right angle
for Dad's dick to knock against me with each thrust. "But I can't stop,
Dad," I groaned. "Need more. More cock in me."

"Mmmmph," Dad grunted. "Mmmmmphhhhhuck..." he snarled as I began to pick up
speed. "Rrrr....Seb I told you no MORE!" he shouted.

"Grrrrah!" I growled in response. My ass slapped against his thighs as I
bounced a top of him. "Grrrrrragh!" I hissed, my torso tightening as I made
sure each time Dad's dick shoved into me, that it was better than the last.

"Ffrrrrrooooaaaaa," Dad growled again. "Sssssseb y'fuckin....you fuggin..."
he panted as my ass worked my father's cock like clay.

"Nrrrgh...yeaaahhh...heeehhh...fuuuuck," I felt my body trembling with
fatigue. The urge to quit and rest, fighting with the urge to continue and
paint the room with my jizz.

Dad's hips began to rise off of the floor, making each of my steady thrusts
even deeper. Dad grounded his legs and lifted his pelvis into the air, his
dick drilling even deeper into me.

"Hanannnghh," I weeped with pleasure, desperate for
more. "Fffffuh-huuuuuuuuck!" I sobbed, feeling a fiery sharpness behind my
balls. I allowed myself to rest at the apex of my dad's hips, feeling every
inch of my father nested inside of me. "Heengh...heengh...heengh..." I
steadied myself on my tiptoes, feeling as though I was practically
floating.

Dad then began to lower his hips back toward the floor, the walls around me
seemed to stretch and grow taller, like I was riding some kind of
elevator. Once Dad's hips reached the carpet, he rose them again, his cock
pushing firmly into me, like a steel beam splitting me in half. He shook
his hips slightly, causing me to sway side-to-side.

"Oh-hooo..." I groaned, drunk with pleasure. Dad held me at the extent of
what his hips could do, again, my toes just barely touching the floor.

Suddenly, I was free-falling. In a split-second, my body fell, Dad's cock
about to exit me. Just as I thought I was about to tumble off of him.

SLAM

My body was catapulted back upward, Dad's cock lodged inside my guts once
again.

"AHHHHHH!" I wailed with pleasure, with shock, with need. I felt Dad's hips
vibrating beneath me, and then again--I was dropped downward, was rescued
by Dad's cock, and launched back up. "OOOOOAGGGH!" I sobbed, my eyes
widening. The beautiful multicolored lights of our Christmas tree began to
cloud my vision.

"Fff...fff...fff...." Dad huffed with aggravated fatigue. Then again, he
let me fall upon his cock like a horseshoe on a stake, before rocketing
back upward.

"HRRRRRGHH!" I belted, my ass stinging against Dad's thighs.

Again and again, Dad did this, juggling me with just his dick. Tossing and
catching me with each pelvic thrust. Precum flew from my spasmodic cock and
splashed my face as Dad fucked me into a different dimension.

"Hooof....hrrwoooof...fwuggh..." Dad barked with over-exertion. I relaxed
my exhausted body and allowed myself to enjoy the ride.

I reached my arms overhead and hooked my left arm around Dad's neck,
feeling his sweaty face against my armpit.

"Nnnf...nfffn..nffff.." Dad whimpered as his muscular body powered into
mine.

"Unnngh...unnnngaaah...." I gurgled, feeling Dad's cock in the back of my
eyes. I watched as Dad's tongue tried to catch the raindrops of my precum
as it flew toward our faces. "Oooooooo fuck, Dad....I wanna fucking cum so
badly....I wanna cum just like you, Dad," I whined as Dad continued
powering into me.

"Rrrrf...rrrrrgh....ffff....nnnnnnngh...." Dad
responded. "S-sooooo..fuggin...goooood-eehhhh..." Dad groaned in
frustration. "So fuggin...tired...so fuggin...goooood...." he sighed.

"Hoooo...fuck...fuck....fuckfuckfuck..." I cried in total bliss. "Fuck me,
Dad....fuck me Dad...fuck me...fuck me...fucking...FUCK....FUCK!"

"Frrmm...keep yer fuggin...hrmm...voice down..." Dad snarled.

"Ffffffffuck....speak...for your...fuggin self...nnngh!" I squawked as Dad
proceeded to toss my body into the air like pizza dough. His cock like
dynamite inside of me.

"RrrrrrRRRGH!" Dad snarled and froze his hips in place, my cock rattled
against my stomach. Dad placed his hands against my shoulders lifting me
up, and then pressed his fists between my shoulder blades.

Like old lovers, we began fucking in steady rhythm.

"There ya fuggin go, Seb," Dad hissed.

"Mmmph...fuh-huuuucking Christ!" I whimpered.

I imagined how the brilliant inventors would react to seeing their
creations working perfectly for the first time. To see the lightbulb
flicker to its amber glow. To hear a voice on the other end of a telephone
line. To watch four wheels, two axles, and a simple basket roll across
difficult terrain.

I'd hope that those geniuses would look upon the magic that my father and I
created, wishing they'd thought of it first.

Dad began thrusting his hips into me with deeper fervor and intensity. I
locked my body in place, and let my dad have his way with me.

"Mmmm yeah....fuck yeah...F-FUCK yeah..." Dad barked, our bodies slamming
against each other in perfect unison. Dad brought one of his hands to the
back of my head, yanking my sweaty hair into a clump.

My body shimmered with electricity as Dad's meat plowed in and out of
me. The sound his voice grunting, breathing, cussing laid beneath our
sweaty bodies slamming together. My balls felt as though they'd inflated to
the size of baseballs beneath me, my cock like a kinked garden hose, body
like a can of soda thrown in a concrete mixer.

Every part of me wanted to burst.

"Mmmmmahhh....fuck yeah D-D-Dad!" With each thrust I imagined the load
inside of me like someone trying to push through a heavy door. The harder
Dad pushed, the closer I felt they were to getting through the
door. "Fuck...fuck...fuck yeah..." I grunted. "Fuck me Dad...mmmfug me!"

"Nrrggggggghhhhhh hoooooof...." Dad grunted.  He let his hand free from my
hair and gave me quick slap on the stomach before bringing the fist to meet
the other.

I felt his knuckles slide along my sweaty back, then creating a plank of
his forearms, letting my spine rest upon it.

"Fffffffroooooooaaaaaghhhhh!" Dad let out a powerful roar as he began to
jackhammer my guts without
remorse. "Mmmf. FUCK. FUCK. FUCKIN. SEB. SEBASTIAN. FUCK. SON. MY. SON. MY. PERF. HHHHECT. SON. PERFECT."

"NYAH! HENG. FUCK. FERRRGH. FUCK ME. FUCK ME. FUCK ME DAD. FUCK MY
ASS. AAAAAHHHH!" I bellowed, with no regard to who could hear me.

"FUCK-FUCK-FUCK! FUUUUUGHHHHCK-FUUUUUCK-FUUUUUCK. FUCK-FUCK-FUCK."

Dad continued destroying my hole with satisfied thrusts. His hips whipped
into me stronger, harder, than any man had ever allowed himself to do.

I thought of all the men who'd been privileged to enjoy this ass. And no
one had, or ever could, treat me correctly like my dad could.

I glared down at my cock, knowing the effort that Dad and I were both
putting forth to this moment.

"Cum. Cum. Fucking CUM." I shouted.

"ERRROOOOWF. FUCKFUCK FUCK!!!"

"Fuck me harder. Fuck me as fucking hard as you fucking can, Dad," I
commanded.

Dad railed into me with reckless abandon. My precum stung my eyes, my
sinuses, my gums. I could feel the beast inside my cock trying to army
crawl itself out of me. The pleasure settled at the base of my cock like a
Fourth of July sparkler. Fizzling without purpose.

"HOOOOOO FUCKKKKKKK!!" Dad shouted, his voice like a power drill against my
eardrums.

My face contorted with exertion and ecstacy. I watched as my urethra opened
and closed like a fish out of water gulping dry air, sad sputterings of
iridescent precum spitting forth with each of my dad's powerful thrusts.

"CUM-CUM." Dad's body began to quake.

"CUM-CUMMIN-CUM-CUM." I could feel his cock flexing like a muscle inside of
me.

"CUMMIN-CUMMIN-CUMMIN?" Dad squeaked, as his arms lost and gained strength.

"CUM-CUM-CUM-CUMMIN!" Heat billowed inside of me, a cloud of warmth, a
scalding jab.

"CUM..." Dad's semen spewed from below my waist, his warm cum painting my
ankles. A storm swirled at the base of my balls. I studied my now purple
dick with the focus of a surgeon. As Dad continued churning his thick
batter into me, I watched as my dick began lurching from my waist.

The resource of precum that had spilled forth ran dry.

"CUM-CUM-CUMMINNNNNNNN!!" A final stream of heat lasered against my
prostate.

((1-10))

A zoetrope of images flashed before me.

Dad's ass, cock, and balls above me.  My cum on Coach Scott's bottom lip.
Mr. Grisham's twisted face.

"HNNNNNNNNNNGH!"

Mr. McCook's hairy chest.  Coach Scott's hole.  Mr. Sands's hairy chest.

"RRRRRRRNGH!"

Jeremy and Al, the movers my mother hired, slamming their bodies against
me.  Dr. Amar's chest bouncing as he fucks me.  Cole's dad, his tight body
clenching as he orgasms.

My vision blurred and sharpened. I glared at my erection, bouncing with
each of my dad's pelvic thrusts. Spritzes of precum flecking onto my
torso. Like a dam ready to burst, I could feel a tsunami of cum ready to
spill forth.

"Heh...heh...that's it, Dad. Keep goin'. Keep goin'." I managed to direct
him breathlessly. "Keep fuckin' me...keep fuggin....unghhnnnnahhhhgggh..."
I sobbed as an atom bomb of pleasure began to spread across me. Starting
from the center of my chest. To my shoulders. Down my arms. Across my
stomach. I felt as though I was beginning to levitate as Dad supported my
back with his fists.

Suddenly, my cock twitched with the sensation of snapping my fingers.

"AH!" I squeaked. A thick line of cum zapped instantly from my cock,
shooting straight over both me and my dad.

((2-10))

Dad laughed slightly and began to slow his pace.

Finally, he must have thought. I made him cum.

Instead, I was paralyzed with a perpetual orgasm that didn't want to stop.

"Hungh....nnnhggg...fffff....eeennngh...." I took intense and purposeful
breaths, and nothing I did wanted to end it. I grabbed my cock in my hands
and began furiously masturbating, but I still felt on the edge of
release. "Nnnn....hhhoo....ffff....D-daaad...." I whimpered.

Dad was out of breath, completely exhausted from his marathon of sex.

"Yuh...y'alright, Seb?" he said in a deep voice. My body began to quiver
and seize. My muscles tightening and contracting out of my control. I
jacked myself off hoping for something else.

"G-gotta cum...gotta cum...mmmmmrph...." I cried, trying to get my hips to
move up and down Dad's dick some more to ease another orgasm out of me..

"Nnn...S-seb take off...take it off..." he growled deliriously.

"Nnnnghhh....gotta cum...." I mumbled.

"Take the ring off, Seb," he said clearly this time, trying to help. His
fingers tucked themselves between my nutsack and the wooden ring. I pawed
at my dick, thinking I could just pull it off.

"Nn-nnngn...here ya go," Dad popped his index finger between my taint and
the ring and managed to guide the ring off my cock.

Within seconds a whole new rush happened. As though my dick was signaling
to the rest of my body to send blood in that direction. My body went limp,
Dad's entire cock sinking all the way into me.

Suddenly, I felt my dick lurch, my stomach tighten as with each heartbeat,
cum began to spurt out of me.

"Huh. Huh. HUH. HUH!" I shouted. "HUH! FUCK ME. FUCK ME DAD. FUCK ME!" I
said with frantic urgency.

Dad with concern slowly moved his hips, fucking me.

"N-NO DAD FUCK ME HARD. FUCK ME KEEP...HAAAAA. KEEP FUCKING ME. FUCK ME
FUCK ME!!!!" I begged. Dad picked up the pace. Cum continued to fly out of
me, drenching me from navel to nose. "HEHHH HEEEEH...FUCK! FUCK! AHHHHH!"

((3-10))

Just when I thought the orgasm would end, more cum would launch out of
me. Another jolt of pleasure would surge through me. Dad's hands gripped my
hips and began to make powerful thrusts into me, slamming his dick into me
without regard.

"HENNNGH...EEEEEEENGH!!!! FAAAAAAAUUUUGH!" I cried, falling back against
Dad's body as more cum flew from my cock, landing on my clavicle, my chin,
my nose.

((4-10)

"RRRRR....RRRR...HOOOO...." Dad growled, spit flying from between his
teeth, his cock pulsing inside of me. Warm cum filled my insides like a
balloon. "RRRROOOOOAGGGGGH!!! WOOOF. WOOOF. RERRRGH. Nfff. Nfff."

Like a bull who'd finished bucking off a rodeo rider, his body slowed to
deflated resolve.

((4-11))

"God, don't stop! God please don't stop! ANNNNGHHHHH!" I begged as Dad's
body began to quit.

Gobs of cum spit out of me, and yet I could have kept going. Dad quit
fucking me, his exhausted body lifeless on the carpeted floor, nonsense
bubbling from his throat. His cock still hard as a rock inside of me.

"Eh...eh heh heh..." I giggled, regaining strength in my legs, my hips
moving almost on their own. Rising and falling on my dad's hard cock. I
planted my left hand next to his right ear and looked down at him. He was
completely asleep. "Heh heh heh," I laughed with glee as I bounced on Dad's
cock with reckless abandon. "Ah. Ah. Ah. Fuck
yeah. Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuuuuuu-huh-huh-huhgh..."

I looked down and watched as ten more spurts of cum showered my skin. My
knees beginning to wobble as I tried to support myself.

((5-11))

I collapsed onto Dad's sweaty and hairy body, trying my best to come to my
senses. Dad's dick fully lodged inside of me. I stared wide-eyed at the
ceiling, washed in the light of the Christmas tree. Fractals of
multi-colored rays glimmered and reflected in the coat of cum that rained
across my body.

A satisfied snore rattled in the back of my dad's throat, his body splayed
across the carpeted floor, his lips resting against my ear.

I felt like I was floating on static. Warm safety enshrouded us.

I adjusted my hips slightly, feeling Dad's throbbing dick press against my
prostate.

"Haa," I exhaled in satisfaction. Slowly I squeezed my ass muscles and
released them. Each contraction sent pleasure running up my muscles, like a
perfect stretch after a catnap.

"Hmmm," I moaned. Precum eked from my dick each time I would release my
grip on Dad's powerful rod.

"Nngh," I whimpered, my face twitching between a satisfied smile, and a
determined horndog eager for my next release. I wound my hips delicately,
stirring my guts with Dad's dick. "Haa...mmmph..." I groaned, continuing to
twist on Dad's penis, letting it rummage around in me.

"Phew...hooof..." I grunted, throwing my head back, resting my neck on
Dad's muscular shoulder. I continued gyrating my hips on Dad's cock, more
wildly, with drunken and delirious fervor.

"Nnngh...nghhhhh...ERRRRGH...." I growled monstrously. I bit my lip,
brought my hands to my chest, squeezing my nipples. A fire burned at the
base of my dick, a sensation of willow branches draping caused me to quiver
and shudder. Dad's cock strangled by my ass.

"Fffffff...ah...AH!" I froze in place as cum flew out of me once again. My
body convulsed, like lightening to a dead fish. Cum flung to my sternum, to
my chin, spraying like a sprinkler. Like it was my first time.

((6-11))

I couldn't help myself. I couldn't bring myself to stop. I used my father's
sexual organ like a toy for my own enjoyment.

And I would do it again.

((7-11))

And again.

((8-11))

And again.

((9-11))

And each time--

((10-11))

--I felt stronger. Just when I would feel weak from orgasm, my senses would
flood with my dad's scent, the way his breath would cradle me, the way his
cock would continue to pulse like its own living extension, would bring me
back.

The frosted windows that once were black with the winter night became
bluer.

"Fff--ugh--kuh...fff...--uck...guh..." I degraded to simple guttural
chanting, glottal pops that gurgled in my throat. My oversexed body,
glistening with my own seed, continued to perfunctorily rise and fall on
Dad's dick.

Cum launched out of me like a fireworks show, my vision doubling, my
muscles growing sore, my ass a destroyed work of art, my dick a heat
seeking missile, my hole an archer's target, my dad's cock a torpedo.

((11-11))

Taking no time to rest, I began to whip my hips into the air, slamming my
ass against Dad's thighs, forcing Dad's rock-hard cock to jackhammer
against my prostate.

My eyes began to bulge out of my head. I chomped my bottom lip, my cheeks
puffing with air that tried to escape me.

"Vuuhg...mm...fugh...fu-huh...mmhm..." I babbled, watching my dick and
balls bounce in the open air, precum streaming from the tip.

Like a faucet, the clear precum changed to thick, white cum. Sharp breaths
exited my mouth, my vision began to blur, my body grew numb, my face felt
hot then cold then hot again.

((12-11))

My muscles and bones went limp.

My ass sank down on Dad's dick, swallowing him completely.

Cum ran off of me like rainwater. The sensory overload of pleasure, of
stench, of touch, filled my brain like anesthesia.

There was color. Then nothing.

I win.


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