Hey, Dad?

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A Note to the Reader

Hello Dear Reader,

I need a little break before I resume work on the third novel in the "Molested" series, but, this is actually the first story I started. While I did add just a little bit to it, and proofed it and tried to clean it up a bit, it is largely as it was. I got to this point, and actually started to re-write it, but decided against it, and that's when I begain "Molested" by My Baby Brother. This story, as I wrote it, did not serve to provide the catharsis I needed, but I wasn't ready to investigate those feelings quite yet. However, this story still holds a special place for me because it was the intermediary which helped me get to the place that I could investigate the feelings that I so deeply needed to investigate. I hope you enjoy it.

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Hey, Dad?

Zander lay on his stomach, peering longingly through the small space near the top of the stairs, at his father, Zak, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room below, with his laptop. Zan gazed at his father’s good looks as he planned his next move. Zak was very handsome, and Zan marveled at his soft, lightly tanned, fair complexion, his body gently kissed with perfectly placed blond hair. Zak had sandy-blond hair that seemed to have a life of its own, and his eyes were the most beautiful color of sapphire blue. His lips were like beautiful seedless strawberries, not too thick, but not thin either – essentially, just right. His chin was soft with a slight cleft, and his cheeks gently sloped with dimples and a practically permanent natural rose blush, which deepened to a bright red when he was flustered. Thin blond hair feathered down his torso, slanting inward toward the center of his chest, down from just below his clavicle, over his pectorals, narrowing as it flowed down his abdominals. The hair continued to feather inward toward the center of his chest, darkening slightly, forming a line down the center of his torso, into an amazingly hot extended treasure trail, which led straight down to his groin like an arrow. The thin, fine hair flowed from the outer edges of his chest, in toward the center of his torso, and then down to his pubic area. As the gentle river of hair passed the rolling hills of his abdominals, the hair thinned into a fine line of fur, then instantly widened into almost an arrowhead shape, pointing to his hefty member, thickening into his gruffudd. His pubic tuft was a naturally small patch of hair that Zak kept trimmed to about half-length, and which was extremely soft and fluffy because Zak conditioned it after washing. He had naturally short tufts of light brown hair under each arm which appeared straight and even-split, like two flowing curtains of extremely soft hair. His balls, taint, and bumhole were naturally hairless, smooth as the day he was born. Zak also had extremely soft, feathery blond hair on his forearms, legs, and bum cheeks. He was fit; not a musclebound lunk, but naturally muscular with perfect definition similar to Michelangelo’s David.

Zak didn’t really think much about his own looks. He was comfortable in his own skin, but didn’t act as if he knew he was gorgeous, and he always built others up, and was never critical or unkind, instead he was constantly encouraging and complimenting of everyone. Zak was a single dad; Zander his only son. The boy’s mother turned out to be a flake, and didn’t stick around after Zander was born – not even to name him. She and Zak had been the closest of friends in high school, though they didn’t date because she knew that Zak was gay. Nikki liked being able to be herself around Zak and she felt safe with him. She was definitely attracted to him, but she knew that she would never be able to date Zak, since he was gay. That was never going to be an option, and that was just fine with both of them. After all, it was really nice to have a strong male friend that was kind and supportive, and on whom Nikki could rely, especially if she got into a situation she couldn’t handle and needed help. Zak liked having a close friend that knew he was gay – only certain people did – but with whom there was no sexual tension. He also liked that she didn’t want anything from him other than friendship, and he loved being able to have “girl talk” about the boys they liked, and other things that he couldn’t talk about with just anyone; Zak loved that he could share the details of his sex-capades with Nikki, and she with him.

One night, after cheering the football team on to victory – and then rewarding them for that victory – Zak was particularly horny. He had sucked off or been fucked (or both) by most of the team after the game; most of the team had delivered a load in each end of the teen, something most of the guys would admit was one of their biggest incentives to win. Zak was extremely horny, insanely oversexed after having taken so many loads of cum from those hot, sweaty, adrenaline-charged teenage boys. Some of them had even fucked Zak a second time, depositing a third load in the lascivious teen’s tight hole or throat. Not to mention the fact that for a couple of hours after the game, and from the moment he walked into the locker room to get ready for the celebration, his olfactory sense had been pummeled and pounded by the masculine funk of teenage boys who hadn’t worn deodorant for the game. Sweaty, smelly pits, the pungent musk of sweaty teenage cocks and balls and ass. The lack of deodorant was Zak’s doing. He had convinced most of the team not to wear deodorant, telling them that their opponents would have a harder time tackling them if they reeked of teen sweat and funk. Secretly, Zak just wanted the team to be hot and sweaty and funky when they fucked him so that he would be bombarded by the sweaty, smelly funk of teen spirit as he buried his nose in teen armpits, cocks, balls, asses, and feet. He was a slut in every sense of the word.

Zak loved the male form. He loved everything about them. He loved the shape of their bodies, the smell of their crotches and armpits, their asses, and their sweaty feet. He loved cocks and balls, pits, asses, and feet; he hadn’t met one that he didn’t like. Cocks and balls were the most beautiful things in the world to Zak. To him, they represented perfection on many levels. The team knew that he wanted to lick their armpits and assholes, feet and balls and take their cocks up his tight hole and down his slick throat. It was no secret really, that Zak got off on the stinky boys – and let’s face it – they were boys, so they liked being stinky. It was something the team looked forward to and they played hard as fuck to win. When the game was over, the boys participated in the obligatory rallying and celebration, after which the coaches always let the team be for a while (as long as it was a winning game). The team returned to the locker room where Zak waited naked and splayed out on one of the padded weight training benches. The boys would lock and block the doors to the locker room so they couldn’t be opened while they got their reward from Zak, after which they would get showered and dressed and head out for continued celebration, ravenous after the hard play, followed by equally hard fucking, sucking, and tongue baths.

The locker room already reeked of teenage musk, sweaty sneakers, and pheromones – and Zak was in heaven. His cock was throbbing and his hole was twitching in anticipation of the onslaught of sweaty pits, cocks and balls, asses and feet and the pounding he was about to take. Servicing his friends – a bunch of roweled up, aggressive, hot, sweaty, horny, musky, and funky teenage boys, who were ready to down-right pound the fuck out of Zak after a rough game – was Zak’s favorite thing in the world. It was a scene of utter debauchery. Once the doors were locked, the team wasted no time stripping down to their birthday suits. They gathered around Zak, most of them already hard as a rock, hyperactive, and horny as fuck. Many had been forced to try to hide the hard-ons during the celebration as the anticipation of the gangbang burned through them like wildfire – luckily, they had cups to help. As the team gathered around Zak, they began pissing on him – something made a little difficult by their erections – and they ended up pissing on each other some, but no one really cared. If anything, it added to the excitement and horseplay. The boys aimed their cocks up and pissed on each other as much as they pissed on Zak. The ravenous teen opened his mouth trying to catch some of each of the boys’ streams in his mouth, swallowing mouthfuls of the salty pee, savoring the flavors of the different boys’ streams.

Zak loved dirty talk. It added to his arousal, and there was no doubt that it also got the team roweled up even more – they loved ordering Zak around and saying all the nasty things they could think of. Zak gave them carte blanche to say whatever they wanted; he knew the guys that stayed for the gangbang didn’t mean any harm by what they might say, and he really didn’t care what they said; the more verbal they were, the more Zak got turned on. Each of the boys growled all kinds of hot, nasty things at Zak, like, “Mmm yeah, you like all that hot piss, don’t you Zakie?” and “Fuck! You nasty pig, yeah drink my piss.” “Suck my cock you fucking faggot!” and “I’m gonna tear your asshole wide open with my big cock.” “Oh yeah, Zakie boy, fuck you suck cock good!” and “Goddamn, yeah, I’m gonna feed you my cum, bitch!” “Fuck your tongue is so good! Eat my ass, you cunt!” and “Damn, boy, your ass is so fucking tight! I’m gonna fill your tight hole with my hot load!” “We been waitin’ to fuck you silly all week you fuckin’ slut!” and “Yeah push back on my cock you horny bitch!” “Shit! You like licking those smelly feet, don’t cha Zakie? Yeah, suck my toes you nasty fucker!” and “I’m gonna knock you up you dirty fucking cunt!” All the filthy talk fired Zak up and drove him into a fury of arousal. His cock was hard as steel and a river of precum flowed like water as the insatiable boy was fucked coming and going.

He loved all that dirty talk and when his mouth wasn’t full of cock or balls, and he wasn’t licking pits, ass, or feet, he returned the favor saying things like, “Oh yeah, Brett, Jesus your cock is so fuckin’ big!” and “Fuck you’re so big I can practically taste your cock when you’re all the way in my hole!” “Jesus, Joe, stretch my hole. Fuck you’re such a stud!” and “Mmm, I love it when you guys are all sweaty and smelly and fuck me silly!” “Christ Chris! Your ass tastes so fucking good!” and “Mmm, fuck yeah, fucking fill my hole with your spunk guys!” “God you all taste so fucking good!” He moaned and growled and when his moans went up a couple of octaves, the guys knew they were really hitting the spot, and relentlessly fucked his hole – pounding his prostate to mush. When the team finished working Zak over, he was literally buzzing – electricity practically popped and crackled through his body – and horned up as fuck, he was literally high on all the pheromones and musk from the team; from all the cocks and balls, asses, pits, and feet that he got to lick and suck and take deep up his gut and down his throat. He might as well have been shooting heroin or struck by lightning – he felt as though he would just explode. No, explode just didn’t describe it… Unless one had actually experienced it the same way, one would never understand.

He was supposed to meet Nikki to go over some homework and he was late. Though he would have preferred not to, he took a quick shower so that he didn’t smell like the entire football team when he got there, and grabbing his things, he raced out. Zak was always horny, but this was ridiculous! He couldn’t think of a time that he had been hornier, because usually he shot a couple of loads during the gangbang, but this time he hadn’t. He had been so focused on having as much cock, ass, balls, pits, and feet in him and on him that he hadn’t touched his cock. When he got to Nikki’s, he had a hard time focusing, and his entire body was still buzzing furiously. His cock had never gone soft and was still poking out uncomfortably in his shorts. Unfortunately, he wasn’t the only one that happened to be under the influence of a true shit storm of teenage hormones that night. Nikki was also horned up because her boyfriend had been home sick for a several days, and since they couldn’t fuck, they had been having phone sex. That was fine, except that Nikki was taking advantage of the time spent on the phone, as a build-up to when she and Niklaus would be able to fuck like dogs. When he was feeling better, they planned to get together and fuck for hours – she hadn’t had an orgasm in several days, and it promised to be one hell of a night.

It all started out innocently enough, joking and fooling around, but things snowballed quickly – neither one of them realized it was actually even happening until it was over. Zak was practically dripping pheromones like sweat after that gangbang, and his cock had never stopped oozing precum. Nikki was randy as fuck; a lot more handsy than usual. Neither remembered who started it but, they were fooling around – Zak grabbing Nikki by the pussy or a tit; Nikki grabbing Zak by the dick or a nipple. They had never talked about having sex; Zak had never really thought about it – though Nikki couldn’t say the same. But he was her best friend, and at the moment, a massively fucking horned-up teenage boy in a state of uber-arousal; she was his best friend and a beautiful teenage girl who had been purposefully building her own sexual frustration for an anticipated lurid encounter of her own. It was a perfect storm, and one thing led to another. Playful grabbing turned into a kiss; a kiss turned into sucking a nipple. Zack’s cock was hard as fuck, leaking precum, and he couldn’t think clearly. Nikki’s pussy was sopping wet and she was ravenous and her mind was just as clouded. She pushed Zack back on the bed and before either of them knew it, Nikki was riding Zack’s throbbing cock like a cowgirl in heat. They kissed and Zack slammed his cock up to meet Nikki’s hungry cunt, and in a matter of minutes she was screaming in orgasm as Zak groaned in his own. Nikki’s pussy convulsed, tightening, and throbbing over and over, sending waves of pleasure through Zak’s body. He flipped Nikki over quickly and began to rabbit-fuck her spasming body, attempting to extend her orgasm. Zak power-fucked his best friend, a wicked grin on his face, as Nikki writhed around her head slamming back and forth, Zak rammed his thick, eight-inch weapon in and out of her cunt, slamming into her as hard as he could, grinding his pubis into hers, as he attempted to extend her orgasm. Nikki’s hips slammed up to meet Zak’s as he continued hammering into her sloppy, spasming cunt, as Zak held her legs, trapped over his shoulders, spreading her teen twat wide. Her mound was thin and svelte, barely more than a slightly padded slash between her legs. One could hardly tell she even had a pussy when she stood, resembling a barbie doll – her crotch nearly smooth. But with her legs plied wide apart, Zak’s thick, angry tool tearing through that little slit, it was clear she was a horny little cunt. His hard cock was plunging deep into her twat, which, with her legs splayed wide apart, was little more than a reddish-pink hole that his cock continued to tear into and out of as Nikki screamed into the pillow she held over her own face. Niklaus was about seven inches, and not as thick as Zak, so Nikki was getting stretched well beyond that which was usual when she and Niklaus were fucking. As he plunged in, the rim of Nikki’s cunt pulled down inward, and as he pulled back out, it pulled up like a volcanic cone. Zak rammed and hammered his big cock into Nikki’s tight spasming cunt as he continued to fuck through her orgasm. Zak looked down as Nikki moved the pillow to take a breath. Zak didn’t see Nikki, though, he saw Nikki’s little brother Nate. His cute little cherubic face, beautiful, deep, steel blue eyes, cute little button nose, rosy cheeks, light brown, wavy hair, which hung down into his eyes. With that, Zak exploded, and as he slammed in one last time, he was hit by a powerful gut-punch of a climax, yanking him forward, bent at the gut, his own powerful orgasm erupting into her, flooding her twat with a gargantuan load of cum. Hours of stimulation, pits, cocks and balls, asses and feet, teenage pheromones, and a massive charge of sexual energy, and Zak shot the biggest load of his life. Nikki ended up pregnant. She didn’t want to have an abortion, and Zak couldn’t, wouldn’t blame her. He loved her too much to ask her to have an abortion; she volunteered that she didn’t want to have one and he only supported her decision. He told her that he would be there no matter what she decided. The two told Niklaus right away. Zak insisted on it and took full responsibility for the whole situation, but Niklaus wasn’t really that upset. Zak was pretty sure that he was really with Nikki for the arm candy, and he got over it quickly. After all, he was on the football team, and knew all too well that Zak was a force to be reckoned with, as he had fed Zack many loads of cum himself. He couldn’t blame Nikki for wanting a piece of that action, or Zak for being unable to stop it after the post-game orgy in the locker room. Niklaus had seen the lust burning brightly in Zak’s eyes before; his cock and balls literally vibrating from the stimulation, and his hole spasming, clamping closed, and then opening again, as if trying to gobble up more cock. But, Niklaus was too young to have a kid – they all were – and he didn’t want a kid, especially one that wasn’t his; a kid would ruin his plans.

Zak was shocked however, when, as soon as Zander was born, Nikki just disappeared. She didn’t stick around to take care of any of the paperwork or even name Zander. Zak never heard from her again, and though he was fairly sure her family knew how to contact her, he didn’t press it. They were ashamed of their daughter, and of course blamed Zak for everything. He was actually ok with that, though. Zak had never really thought much about kids, and didn’t really think he wanted any. Maybe it was the way it’d happened; maybe it was the fact that the new baby boy had just been abandoned by his mother. But, one look at that tiny baby boy and Zak immediately knew he would keep the baby himself. He put Nikki’s name on the birth certificate. Zak always felt bad that Nikki’s parents weren’t supportive like his were. They even offered to let her move in with their family, but she declined. Zak figured her parents whisked her away to start life over again somewhere else, but he had no intention of keeping that from his son. He hoped that one day Nikki would welcome Zander and explain herself to him, though he would raise Zander always telling him the truth:  that it had nothing to do with him, and everything to do with her, and he had to remember that. He loved Zander very much, and deeply felt that he had gotten quite lucky with the way everything happened. Zak raised Zander by himself, going to college and starting his career, taking care of Zander all the while. It seemed surprisingly easy to Zak. He had expected it to be very hard to manage, but for whatever reason, Zak was a natural, and Zander was a very easy baby – at least for Zak. He was good-natured and had a wonderful temperament. Zan went everywhere with Zak, first in a chest cozy and later in a back-pack carrier. Zak slept with Zan on his chest for the first year or so, and once the boy was big enough to sleep next to him, Zan slept on his left arm snuggled up tight against his dad. The two were practically inseparable. It was clear to everyone that knew them, that they were each other’s life and soul. Zander was Zak’s entire life and he didn’t know who or what he would have been without Zan – Zander was his daddy’s identity.

Zander was an Adonis; a beautiful, spectacularly gorgeous boy, practically a god. He had been a completely impetuous, but absolutely adorable little boy. He had a mischievous grin and a glint in his eyes to match, but one look at him and no one could stay mad at him for anything. Zak was certain he had a little manipulative streak – a real charmer. Any time he was going to get in trouble, he had a look – a slight pout as if he were about to cry, but if one looked carefully, they would see the tiniest glint of a grin, which few people could resist. Zak, of course, could resist, and he was certain that it drove Zander crazy. In all honesty, that was a source of pure glee for Zak. He could barely control fits of giggles as he resisted Zan’s charms. When Zan would get caught doing something naughty, Zak would get down on his knees so that he could look Zan right in the face. As he spoke to him, the boy would throw on his little pout. His eyes would narrow and his nose would crinkle up and his lips would pucker into a little frown and then start to quiver. “You can put your little pout right back in your pocket,” Zak would say, “because it doesn’t work on Daddy.” His little pout would turn into a half-laugh and half-scream, and he would stomp his feet and throw a little micro-tantrum for a few seconds, and then first one eye would open, and then the other, and he would look at his dad to see what his reaction was. But Zan knew from the look on Daddy’s face that he was gonna be in big trouble if he didn’t straighten up right then – not knowing that Zak was fighting back those giggles with all his might. That one look from Zak, and Zan would immediately stop, knowing that if he didn’t, he was going to get it – if he only knew.

Zak frequently reminded his son that he couldn’t get away with anything when Daddy was around, probably he would add, because Daddy had done it himself when he was the same age – and usually got away with it. Not that Zak had been a bad kid; actually, he was a very good kid. That was what made it so easy to hide the after-game orgies, and a number of other shenanigans he was able to get away with. Zander was really a good kid as well, but Zak knew that with that little devil’s streak, if he didn’t keep the boy in check, he’d be a little hellion in no time, and he wasn’t about to let his son become a little hellion. When Zander was small, he had blond hair and freckles on his face. His skin was milky white and he had rosy cheeks and often, rosy nose and ears too. His eyes were just as blue as his fathers and his lips were a smaller, bright red version of daddy’s. He was the spitting image of his father – a veritable Mini-Me. He looked like a little angel, but Zak knew that he had a little devil’s streak in him too. After all, he knew where that devil’s streak came from; the boy was his son, and he himself had a little devil’s streak.

As Zan grew, his complexion remained fairer than Zak’s – it was actually more similar to Nikki’s. He still had milky white skin, rosy cheeks and red lips, blond hair, and aside from a few small tufts of pubic hair, was as smooth as the day he was born. He had a small tuft of blond hair under each arm and another just above his beautiful pink cock, but aside from a little peach fuzz on his arms, legs and face, there wasn’t another hair on the boy’s body. His chest and stomach were smooth, his cute little butt, bright pink balls and tight little pink pucker were all smooth as silk. His features were soft, not chiseled and though he was in excellent shape, his stomach, arms, and every other part of him had only a hint of muscular definition. In fact, he still had some baby fat – just the tiniest bit of pudge on soft spots like his stomach. The boy was more interested in science and technology than he was sports and the outdoors, for the most part, but he did enjoy soccer and roller blading and hiking with his dad. Zak frequently told his son that he was handsome and also sexy – not attempting to sexualize his relationship, but believing that if his son heard those positive things often enough, they would counter negative things he heard and felt about himself. It was important to Zak that his son grew up with a positive self-image. That way, it would be much easier for him to also build people up and always be kind, as Zak always tried to be. He was sure that his love for Zander was the source of that love and compassion. He loved that boy so much that it just overflowed into all parts of his life. As far as Zak knew, this strategy and the other things he had done to raise Zan, were working. He seemed to have a good self-image and self-esteem, and treated other people with dignity and respect. Other parents, teachers, and sometimes complete strangers complimented Zak on how Zan treated other people, stood up and defended those who could not defend themselves, befriended everyone regardless of the usual social norms and cliques, and how incredibly helpful he was. He truly was a younger (and smoother) version of his father.

It was Saturday morning, around nine o’clock on Zander’s 18^th birthday. Zak had planned a weekend of fun to celebrate Zander, just like he did every year. The two had such a very close relationship and Zak was thankful every day for that crazy night which had resulted in what Zak considered to be the best part of him, his son Zander. He often contemplated that, had Zan not been born, Zak probably would have ended up with one or more serious diseases, and at that point, who knows, he may have even been dead. He had been an insatiable slut and was probably very lucky that he hadn’t ended up with multiple STDs. Zak sat on the sofa with his bare feet up on a hassock and a computer on his lap, wearing only a loose pair of shorts. Zander peered intently, seeing one of his smooth balls and the head of his cock peeking out the loose leg hole. He was watching the morning news, playing solitaire, and just relaxing with his morning coffee as he waited for Zander to wake. Zander snapped out of his daydreams, thinking about everything he wanted to do with his dad as he watched him from the hidden spot upstairs. He shivered as he stood and headed down the stairs, not because he was cold, but out of nervousness.

“Good morning, Zan.” Zak greeted him as the boy came bouncing down the stairs, “Happy Birthday, Son!”

“Thanks Dad,” his son smiled weakly as he replied and sat down on the edge of the sofa next to his father. There was silence for a moment and then, “Hey, Dad?” Zander said inquisitively.

“Yeah, Son?” Zak replied, “What is it?”

“I need to talk to you, Dad.”

“Well, sure Son, whatever you need.” He glanced up from his computer and looked at Zander and smiled, then looked back down at the screen.

Reaching for the computer and pushing the screen of the laptop down, Zander said, “I need your full attention, Dad,” as he closed the computer, then took it and put it on the hassock next to his dad’s feet.

“Okay Son,” he grinned, slightly amused at the dramatic way in which Zander had taken his computer, “you have my full attention.” His amusement hid his concern as the dramatic flair was not usual for the boy. “What’s up son? Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything’s okay, Dad… It’s just… there’s this guy, and, well, I really want to have sex with him. I mean, I really want him to fuck me… but, I’m not sure how to ask him, or if asking will make him freak out… I guess I’m… scared to ask.”

Zander had told his dad that he liked boys when he was five and that he was gay when he was nine years old. Zak really wasn’t surprised. With strong genetic evidence that homosexuality is at least in part, genetically determined, Zak knew there was a good chance Zan would be gay, though he had never pushed his son one way or the other – always letting him express his own feelings and desires.

“Well Son, as far as I know, you haven’t really had a problem talking to people or asking for what you want. Why is this person so different?”

“Well, he’s older than me – practically twice my age – and I don’t know how he feels about… you know… having sex with somebody younger…”

“Zan, you’re eighteen, so as far as legalities go, you’re free to have sex with anyone else who’s at least 18. I can’t say that I’m wild about you jumping into a sexual relationship with someone a lot older than you just as you’ve turned 18, but I trust you son. You know that. And as long as you continue to talk to me about things and tell me if you need anything, I’ll do my best to help. You know that I’m here for you Son. If it’s a teacher, I can have a conversation with him and let him know that I’m okay with it. Though, if he’s presently teaching one of your classes you’ll probably need to wait until you’re out of his class.”

Zak felt helpless. He didn’t know what to do to make it better, so he kept talking.

“That’s one of the reasons that there’s often policy against teachers and students dating, so that he or she doesn’t give you better or worse grades based on how your relationship is doing. There’s also a position of power consideration, though I doubt that’s relevant with you. However, while I’m sure he’d want to keep it quiet, he’d know that there’s no need to be concerned about a relationship with you from my perspective. I just want you to always be careful and always play safe...”

“It’s not a teacher, Dad,” Zan interrupted, though his voice quickly trailed off.

Zak waited, but his son didn’t say anymore. The moments passed and Zak’s helplessness twisted in his gut.

“Okay, well I’m not sure what the mystery is,” he smiled and tousled his son’s hair playfully. “If you don’t wanna tell me who it is, that’s certainly ok. Unfortunately, I’m not entirely sure I can do a whole lot to actually help you if I don’t know who it is,” he said chuckling softly. “The more you tell me, the more I’ll be able to help you, Son.” His voice softened even more, the pitch dropping, the timbre sultry. He wasn’t trying to sound sexy; his intent was to soothe the boy’s obvious anxiety.

Zander’s feet shuffled, and he wiggled uncomfortably. Zak’s helplessness was like a knife in his heart.

“Good lord boy, with all the run around, you’d think it was a priest,” he teased, smiling softly, a twinkle in his eye as he put his hand on his son’s knee. “You can tell me who it is, Son. You know you have nothing to worry about, right? Haven’t I always been supportive and fair?”

“Well, yeah Dad. But, it’s uncomfortable…and I’m scared…I have so much to lose.”

“It’s ok, Zan,” he said softly, his deep voice like warm honey.

He rubbed his son’s leg where his hand had been resting and then moved his hand to the boy’s back.

“Tell me when you’re ready, Son.” 

He pulled the boy down sideways, close to him and gave him a little squeeze. Leaning back, he pulled his son back onto his strong chest and tousled his hair again. 

“You’re growing up so fast.”

Zak kissed his son on the top of the head and tousled his hair again. He knew Zan didn’t really like it when he messed his hair up, and he did it to try to ease the boy’s anxiety. Zak could feel Zander relax into his chest. When he pulled his son down onto his chest, it exposed the front of the boy’s body to his line of sight; his legs and groin. Zak saw a tell-tale bulge in Zander’s crotch, bouncing rapidly, a wet spot beginning to appear on the front of his pants. In that moment, the fog lifted and everything seemed to become clear. Zak put his arm across Zander’s chest and rubbed it a couple of times. Zander’s cock pulsed again and again, speeding up with Zak’s arm caressing his chest. Zak’s dick began to inflate as well with the apparent revelation. It seemed that it was he with whom Zander wished to have sex; his son wanted to be fucked by – his own dad. His face got hot and his heart pounded in his ears. The silence was deafening, but now he was at a loss for words.

Holy fuck! Zander thought to himself as he relaxed into his dad’s chest. Instinctively, he nestled down trying to get as much of his body as close to his dad’s as he could. It felt so good. While they had always been close, for the last few years, Zan hadn’t really snuggled up against his dad. He wanted too, but that was the problem… The heat from his dad’s body, his manly scent… It caused an almost painful arousal in Zan, and he had been afraid that his self-control would be insufficient and he would do something he shouldn’t. He really missed snuggling up close to his dad to watch TV or go to bed – he always felt so safe when he was next to his dad, and he wished he could melt right into his strong chest. His heart was pounding rapidly and he could feel it in his face, hear it in his ears – they were on fire and he could feel his own cock throbbing. He was certain his bouncing manhood trumpeted his arousal and Zander was afraid that his dad was going to see his hardon or maybe feel or even hear his pounding heart – he feared it would be an instant betrayal – and in an instant he would know exactly what was going on with his son. He was right. Zak always seemed to know what was going on with Zander, often before the boy knew himself, but this was one time he hoped his dad hadn’t figured it out yet. He wasn’t sure what to do. His arousal was only heightened by the added emotions of anxiety and fear that he was feeling. What if his father freaked out when the boy confessed, that it was he with whom Zander wanted to have sex? What if he kicked him out – disgusted that Zander wanted an incestuous relationship with his dad. As his terrifying thoughts continued to spiral, Zan felt a lump in his back. His thoughts jackknifed.

Could it be? He turned his head a little more so that his ear was squarely on his dad’s chest. He could hear his heart beat and it was pounding just as fast as his own. Holy shit! he thought. Could it be that dad feels the same way? Does Dad want to fuck me as much as I want to be fucked by him?

“I miss this,” Zak volunteered quietly as his hand gently stroked Zan’s back.

Zan’s mind was swirling – a veritable category five hurricane of thought and emotions. Should Zan reveal to his dad, his desire to be fucked by him? Or should he maybe keep that to himself? After a silence which seemed like an eternity, with his ear still to his father’s chest, barely audibly, Zander finally whispered…

“It’s you, Dad. I want you to fuck me.”

Zan lay there, instantly paralyzed. He couldn’t move – waiting for his dad to push him off his chest in disgust and freak out. He dared not breathe as he waited to see what his dad would say. Though he had spotted his son’s throbbing cock, Zak was floored by the admission and the boy’s courage to admit it – he hadn’t really thought it could be him. He had rationalized that the boy’s hard-on was just a result of the anxiety and the sexual tension of wanting someone he thought may have been unattainable. Still, the idea that it was he with whom Zan wished to have sex, had aroused Zak. He was at a total loss for words; he didn’t know what to say. His eighteen-year-old son had just told him that he wanted to be fucked by him; the boy wanted to be fucked by his own dad. Zak’s mind whirled like a tornado as he processed this information, trying to decide what he should say or do. He didn’t want to say or do the wrong thing! This was such a precarious moment. Suddenly, a thought hit him like a brick – his arm was on his son’s chest, his hand near one of the boy’s nipples, and he quickly grabbed the nipple and gave it a gentle pinch. Zander gasped loudly as his stress and anxiety exploded. He flipped over straddling his dad’s leg, his hard cock pressed right up into Zak’s crotch, crushed against his father’s hard cock, only a pair of loose shorts and thin pajamas separating the two. A surprised and mischievous grin leapt onto his face. It very much resembled the grin Zan used to transition through as he went from trying to manipulate his dad with “the pout,” into the micro tantrum. Zak was immediately struck with a sharp pang of nostalgia and his heart ached a bit that his son was nearly all grown up.

“I’m sorry, Son,” he said, chuckling softly through a bit of a shit-eating grin. “I saw your hard-on a little bit ago and I knew that you were anxious, scared, and stressed – and I know that was a very scary, risky thing to say. The moment you told me I was instantly terrified that I would say or do the wrong thing, and that it could irreparably hurt you. Then, I realized my hand was right near your nipple and I thought maybe a little pinch would help lighten things up a bit. You were so serious and tense,” he smiled cheekily. “Zan, you’re incredibly brave to come out and say it and I’m so proud of you, Son. I’ve gotta admit, it wouldn’t have been my first guess; I couldn’t have guessed that it was me – that you want me to fuck you,” he practically giggled with glee.

He lovingly put his hands on his son’s cheeks, and pulling his face close, he gently placed his lips directly on Zander’s, kissing him softly, then deeply – not like a parent, but like a lover. 

When he finally stopped to take a breath, he said, “I love you, Son. And there is nothing that you could ever say or do to change that. In fact, if it’s possible, I love you even more for being so brave and honest.”

Zander involuntarily sucked in a deep breath and sighed deeply, his eyes welled up and tears rolled down his cheeks like a burst dam.

“Hey, hey,” Zak said softly. He kissed the tears away from both cheeks as he pulled Zander’s head down to his chest with one hand on his head and the other on his back.

“Did you really doubt that, Son?”

Zan tried to cry quietly. He was too choked up to respond. For a few minutes he couldn’t regain his composure, the overwhelming emotion and the relief of his dad’s response opened the flood gates and the boy’s body shook violently as all of the fear, stress, and anxiety from the past nearly 10 years just all broke free. Zak’s eyes teared as well as he held his son tightly, gently caressing Zander’s cheek and they just laid there without moving for a while. Zak kissed the top of Zander’s head repeatedly, trying to comfort both of them from the shock of how emotional Zander was. After a while, Zan turned, facing his father again. Zak put a hand on his son’s cheek, leaving the other on his back and looked directly into Zander’s eyes.

He whispered in a deep, sultry voice, “So, you want me to fuck you, eh boy?”

“Oh. Yeah. Dad.”

He paused after each word, almost panting.

“I want to suck your cock and eat your ass too. And I want you to suck my cock and eat my ass. I really want to feel your tongue in my hole, Dad. I want to feel your cock down my throat and deep up my gut.”

Now that he had finally let loose, he couldn’t stop himself.

“I just didn’t know if you would be upset – think this was pushing the limit too much. I know that it’s incest…”

“Shh,” Zak gently shushed his boy, “It’s okay, Son.” He smiled and gave Zander another squeeze, “I’ve always taught you to be honest with yourself and to be free and communicate openly and honestly whenever possible – especially with me. And, if that’s what you really want…”

“It is Dad.” Zander interjected quickly, interrupting his dad, and sitting up looking straight into his eyes. He wiped away the tears from his eyes and cheeks, noticing for the first time that his dad had also been crying.

“You really want your first time to be with your dad? I mean, it is your first time getting fucked, right? Unless you’ve held something back from me,” he gave his son a phony stern look with a slight grin that resembled his son’s own mischievous grin.

“No, Dad, I’ve told you everything. There was never any reason for me to hold anything back – except for this, I mean. You’ve always been so easy to talk to about everything. You made me feel important and you never judged me for trying anything. I don’t know why I couldn’t talk to you about this sooner…” his voice trailed off guiltily.

“Okay Son.” Zak said gently, still smiling, purposefully using ‘Son’ instead of ‘Zan’ in a conscious effort to show Zan he was ok with the incestuous relationship.

“Really? You mean it? You’re not upset? You don’t think I’m sick for wanting to have sex with my dad?”

“Nooo. I’m not upset Son. And no, I don’t think you’re sick. All feelings are valid and if you’re feeling it, then it’s good to deal with it. Not dealing with feelings, not talking about them, and taking positive action, that’s when things become dangerous. One of the most important things in my opinion is to be able to share your feelings with someone you trust; someone that will not violate your confidence under any circumstances. I think if people were able to talk about anything and everything with someone close to them, without being judged or having to hide who they are or how they feel, well, I think the whole world would be a much better place.”

He smiled again; his eyes full of love.

“Oh, Dad, I’ve been dreaming about it for a long time. I jerk off a lot – the thought of you pounding my hole with your big cock… shoving your cock down my throat… me eating your ass… you eating my ass… me watching you eat my ass… I don’t know why, but that really makes me hot,” he literally giggled. “The thought of you burying your tongue in my ass, munching my hole and looking right into my eyes over my cock and balls. Fuck!” 

He grabbed his own hard cock and pushed it straight down, and then let it slap back up onto his stomach, trying to relieve some of the tension building in his rod just from talking about it openly for the first time.

“Even though it’s all I can think about some times, it still feels weird. It seems as though it’s not right… it’s kind-of weird thinking about it, but I can’t help myself.” He leaned forward lying back down on his dad’s chest.

As Zak’s hand slowly rubbed up and down his son’s back, he mused, “I understand Son. Society says that it’s not ok for family members to have sex with each other – and there are some good reasons for that. Part of that is because if male and female family members have sex and it ends up in a pregnancy, there are all kinds of possible genetic defects like Down syndrome, problems like miscarriages – and the baby may not even be viable.” He paused. “That’s not something that we have to worry about. Everything else is just artificially decided taboos and mores. And at this point, because we’re both past the age of majority, aside from criticism from anyone that might find out, there is nothing anyone can do about it. In my opinion, what happens between two consenting adults is for them, and only them, to decide. Who knows, maybe if family members all fucked, families would be tighter and get along better.”

He laughed at the practical absurdity of the idea.

“You’re such a handsome and sexy guy, and you’re so sweet, kind, and caring, I can honestly say that I’ve had thoughts about you as well, but I try to keep them repressed as I deemed them inappropriate. That’s why when you were young, doing some of the things you did when you were younger, the decision I made was not to acknowledge the behavior at all. Believe me, some of the things you did, got me worked up and I had to deal with the arousal and the feelings. Though I fully believed otherwise, I chose to act as though your behavior was innocent and didn’t want to scold you or instill shame in you for doing something innocently – or otherwise… But, with societal taboos and mores, the thought of losing you because of something that I did, terrified me. It was up to me to keep a close eye on you, and I watched you closely and made sure you never behaved that way around other adults – for whatever reason, it seemed you were freer with your behavior at home and that was ok. If I had encouraged the behaviors or taken advantage of you for example, and started fucking you…well…who knows what could’ve happened. So, I just did the best I could to let you be yourself and I let you play, do what you were going to do naturally, and be who you were as long as it didn’t put you in danger; as long as you didn’t do things like that around other adults. Your actions weren’t really terribly overt, and it could have just been my interpretation of your actions, but if you happened across an adult that didn’t have scruples, those innocent actions might have opened a door for them to take advantage of you. I am truly sorry if not acknowledging those behaviors made you believe that I would not accept you for loving me in that way.”

Tears started rolling down Zak’s cheeks again. The thought that he had caused his son to be in pain for the past eight years or so, the thought that his actions – or lack thereof – caused him to internalize those feelings, to be afraid, to suffer anxiety, to potentially hate himself… It was too much.

“But, now that you’re eighteen, and have expressed interest…well the bottom line is that I love you deeply, son, and I find the thought of physical expression of that love intriguing. That’s not the right word… It turns me the fuck on!” he laughed. “Since society has established taboos and mores against family members having sex, for many of the same reasons you were afraid to, I probably would never have initiated it. But for me, there was added danger because if I was wrong, the damage that I could have done to our relationship as your parent, was something that I could never live with. And now it seems that I’ve succeeded in causing you pain and anxiety regardless of my efforts. I’m so sorry, Zan. You are so brave to express your feelings, especially given the social taboos. And, just so that I say this, I’m not sure that I would go advertising it. For example, I wouldn’t necessarily suggest blatant public affection like kissing in public. But I wouldn’t presume to dictate what you should do, and I give you permission to do anything you are comfortable with in public – anything that’s appropriate for public anyway.” He looked at his son and gave him a wicked grin. “I suggest taking it as we go and keeping open and honest communication going. Bottom line, Son, I completely understand the uncomfortable feelings, and I share them…but…well, quite honestly, I’m finding the idea of fucking you silly, incredibly exciting, probably far more than it should be,” he grinned and smacked his son’s butt gently. 

Zan sat back up. He reached up and wiped the tears from his father’s cheeks.

“I know that, Dad. And I love you for everything you did and didn’t do. I kinda figured since we don’t have to worry about pregnancy, it wouldn’t be as complicated. Because you were always so honest, open, gentle, and non-judgmental it made me feel like I could talk to you about just about anything. This was just the one thing that scared me, in part because you were appropriate with me. Especially as I got older, I did do certain things deliberately. I guess I didn’t think about the age thing, and what could happen back then, but I understand. I was a horny boy. I loved you, and I knew you loved me, and some things seemed natural, but you never acknowledged them. I understand why you didn’t, but I’m glad you feel the same way about me, that I do about you. You know, Dad, I’m able to see things in my friends and the people around me that most people probably can’t. I can see where something impacted their development when they were younger, causing them to have issues. I think you gave me a huge advantage that way. I can think for myself, I am open to all possibilities, and I know who I am and what I want at an age I think few people do… Damn! Maybe you did fuck me up, Dad!” he laughed. “Everyone around me seems so broken compared to you and me. I think you ruined everyone else for me!” He pretended to pound his fists on his dad’s chest. “Believe me when I tell you Dad, I want my first time to be with you. It’s something I’ve wanted for a long time. I don’t know when it started but, pretty much as long as I can remember, I’ve wanted the only thing you hadn’t given me – your body. Sometimes when you were asleep, I would run my hands over your body – your chest and nipples, your back and ass and your cock and balls.”

“You sneaky little devil,” Zak grinned. “And, just so that I’ve said it, it’s ok. I’m ok with your exploring my body and touching me while I slept. It’s not something you could have done when I was awake,” he smiled, “and it’s normal for kids to be curious about their own and others’ bodies. You used to point and touch me all the time in the bath when you were much younger. I would name the body parts as you touched them and point to the same body part on you. It’s a normal part of development and growing up. Some people freak out at stuff like that, but I feel like that just creates unhealthy body images and unnecessary stress and shame directly associated with touching another person. I just hope you didn’t ‘explore’ on other people when they were asleep. That becomes a bit of a grey area in my opinion,” he smiled.

“No, Dad. I didn’t,” he smiled sheepishly. “There’s really only one person I’ve ever wanted to explore. I loved feeling your big strong hands rub my back and legs, arms, and bum as I would fall asleep next to you. It relaxed me and made me feel safe; it put me to sleep. I loved being next to you. I think part of the reason that I started sleeping in my own bed when I was around ten or eleven, was because my dick was always hard as soon as we got into bed. It got to a point where I was afraid that you would notice or I would do something I shouldn’t and you would figure out that I wanted…” his voice got quiet. “I used to wake up in the middle of the night and play with your cock. I would crouch down with my face really close. I could feel the heat… and the smell… god, such a wonderful smell. Dicks smell different than anything else in the world, and it was heavenly. I wanted to suck it right then, but I was terrified that you would wake up and I didn’t know what you would do if you caught me.”

Zak chuckled, “You were a randy little fucker just like your dad, eh?” He smiled and gave his son another squeeze, “Wow, Zan! You showed amazing restraint and maturity – and delayed gratification too, son. Honestly, I’m glad you did, and I’m so proud of you. Don’t take that the wrong way. There is definitely a part of me that is disappointed and in retrospect, I think it would have been phenomenal to have been so much closer to you and even to have expressed our love physically for the past eight or nine years. But, man! You are amazing, Son! I can’t believe you kept this from me for practically a decade!” He hugged Zander tightly, “I hardly know what to say, Son. It would have been a terrible conundrum for me…because I would have absolutely wanted to give in – it would have been practically impossible for me to say no, especially if I was already aroused.” He laughed, “It’s particularly hard for men to think clearly and make the right decisions with a hardon. But I would have been so afraid of causing you some kind of trauma. I hope you know that even if you had, it wouldn’t have changed my love for you. You could never have done anything that could make me love you less or treat you differently. I would hope that I would have dealt with it well, talked it through with you, and explained why we couldn’t do that. And, told you that when you were older, if you still felt the same way, we could talk about it again. But we would have dealt with it, Son, just like we have everything else. I wish, just wish that you hadn’t had to deal with this all by yourself for nearly the past ten years.”

“Yeah, I know Dad. I feel kind-of ashamed of myself that I didn’t trust you enough to talk to you about it.”

“Zander Andreas Mikkelsen.” His looked sternly at his son, “You stop that right now.” The stern tone melted away and a look of love accompanied by a gentle, loving tone took its place. “You have nothing to be ashamed of Son, and you will get no judgement or blame from me. It had to be incredibly confusing and scary having those desires, being afraid that they were so bad that you thought it might change my love for you…” Tears ran down his cheeks. “You were afraid, anxious, thinking there was something wrong with you… My heart just aches, Zan. I’m your dad and I love you so much. I don’t ever want you to go through things like that – but especially as a young boy…” He wiped his cheeks, “I’m sorry, Zan. It’s hard for me to hear that you were in pain and that I was oblivious to it, even the cause of it. I’m so glad you are telling me now and I’m sorry that I haven’t been able to hold back my emotions. You must accept that you are not responsible for my feelings, Son. I don’t want you to feel bad because of what I said and I don’t want you to wish you hadn’t told me. I don’t want you to feel guilty or feel that you upset me because you told me that you suffered with this for so many years. You did nothing wrong; and what’s more, you protected me from so much because of what you did.” He hugged his son tightly and again kissed his forehead. “I hope that telling me gives you comfort and healing for having to hold your feelings tightly, and for suffering alone. You never cease to amaze me boy,” he was smiling, tears still in his eyes.

“So, yes, I’m okay with it,” his dad said firmly. “I’m more than ok with it. Just the thought of it definitely got me going the moment I saw your hard cock in your pants, so clearly, it’s a thing for me too,” he laughed. “So, Son, as long as you’re sure that this is something you want…I’m good with it,” he laughed. “It seems like we’ve been on the same page, subconsciously, for a long time. Sexual expression is one of the most wonderful ways we can show love. We’re men, and when it comes to sex, I think we’re a lot more open. Many of us tend to get aroused if a light breeze blows by and we really don’t care how we get off – as long as we do. I think that’s probably nature’s way of ensuring that the species continues to live on – especially with humans. With the differences between the sexes, I think the survival of the species could easily be put in jeopardy. If men decided to just fuck each other to get off so they didn’t have to put up with the nonsense...we’d be screwed.” Zak and Zander both laughed. “Quite frankly, if it weren’t for the moral and legal implications, I probably would have been fucking you from the time you were just a toddler,” Zak laughed a hearty laugh. 

“What?” Zander laughed incredulously. “You’re lying, Dad.” 

“No.” Zak laughed again. “No, I’m totally serious. Those ‘things’ that you did, to which I referred a little bit ago… When you were maybe eighteen months old and until you were, oh, well, actually about the time you started sleeping in your own bed come to think of it – when you got ‘too old’ to sit on my lap. You would climb up onto my lap and you would plant your cute little butt squarely on my dick; I could swear you purposely centered your little butthole right on my cock. Then you would wiggle and squirm and grind your little bum on my lap. My god would you squirm! And after a while, my dick would get so hard from the physical stimulation it would hurt. When you were smaller, you were just a little wiggle worm, but especially when you were a little older, you would just sit there and wiggle a bit, most of the time with the most innocent little straight face as I read to you, or we watched TV, or whatever, but every once in a while, you would grin at me with this devilish little glint in your eye like you knew exactly what you were doing, and you would squirm all the more. You would lie back on me, your hot little body just intensifying the sensations.”

Zan lay back down with his head on his dad’s chest as he listened to the story. 

“You know, from the moment I took you from the nurse, I’ve felt nothing but intense love for you. I can’t understand anyone that hurts their children in any way. I always only just wanted to wrap myself around you, love, and protect you. From the time you were born, you slept on my chest until you were just too big, and then you slept on my left arm and I wrapped myself around you. You were so sweet and warm and tiny. All I had to do was wrap my right arm over you and put my elbow on the bed and you would practically disappear. And, you smelled so good; so clean and fresh. When you started walking you wore a diaper most of the time until you were potty trained. After you were potty trained, there was much less likelihood that you would have an accident, so I pretty much let you run around however you wanted. Sometimes you wore underwear, but a lot of the time you would just run around naked. Pretty much any time I sat down, you would run over and climb into my lap, sometimes wanting me to read to you, other times to watch TV or just to sit on my lap. Sometimes, when you climbed into my lap, you would just wiggle like a little worm. When you wiggled on my lap, I would sometimes try to move you around, but you would always wiggle back to center yourself on my dick. Inevitably, you wiggling around would awaken my cock and I would end up with a hard-on. You were so warm and smelled so good, so fresh, but often with a slight scent of piss. That light scent of piss would arouse me and make me even harder.

You would keep squirming and inevitably I would be so hard, so aroused by your scent, your body heat, and your sweet, tight little bum squirming on my cock, that I would blow a massive load in my pants. I would do my best not to make any sound and I would try not to move, but it was always a mind-shattering orgasm. It seemed as though you knew I couldn’t handle any more grinding after that, because then you would curl up in my lap with your head on my chest and your feet on my thigh and you were usually pretty still after that. But booooy, after a while, sometimes when you started wiggling in my lap, I would have an evil thought flash through my mind that I should just pick you up and sit that nekkid little bum right on my face, shove my tongue into your tight little boy button and then whip my cock out and let you work it into your tight little butt and then just bounce on my cock. I had a feeling you would wiggle on it and work it all the way deep into your cute little tummy. You were such a cute, sweet little boy, but man, you had that little devil’s streak in ya!” He laughed again, “But, you were just a little boy and I wasn’t sure you were aware of what you were doing,” his voice drifted off for a moment, and then he snapped back. “There was no way I wanted to do anything that could hurt you or scar you, so there was no way I could have ever acted upon it. It’s no surprise, though really. My guess is you were always a horny little fucker just like your old man.” He laughed hard. “I was often so turned on by your little routine that even though I had cum in my pants with your wiggling and grinding around, I often couldn’t sleep because the arousal would be so intense, and I was still so horny that there was no way I was going to fall asleep. So, after getting you tucked in, I frequently had to go jerk off again.”

Zan was still lying with his head on his dad’s chest, his arms wrapped around his torso. Zak noticed that Zan was gently grinding his cock into his own swollen member, his ass gently clenching and relaxing as he ground his crotch into his dad’s. He was entranced in Zak’s story and clearly aroused. Zak decided to play with Zan and started spinning a story pretending they were back in time when Zan was just a boy.

“I think you knew exactly what you were doing squirming on my cock, and that you wanted it. I’m sitting in my chair with loose shorts on, no underwear, just like I am right now actually,” he let out a low, devious laugh. “You’re wiggling and squirming on my lap, naked as usual, and when my cock gets hard, it snakes out of the loose leg hole. You feel the heat of my bare cock against your skin and reach down and grab it, playing with the head, basically riding it length-wise like a horse, tucked in between your cute little butt cheeks. My cock is just leaking like a faucet, precum slicking up my leg, your hands, your legs, and your tight, sweet little ass. I get to a point where I’m so aroused, I have to get off. So, I grab you by the waist, and you’re so small, my fingers and thumbs practically meet when I put my hands around you. I gently pick you up, plant your beautiful little bum on my face and tongue that tiny, tight little boy button between those gorgeous little bum cheeks. I taste my sweet precum all over your tiny butt cheeks and your sweet tight boyhole. You squeal and laugh, loving my tongue tickling and flicking in and around your tight boy button. I rest that beautiful little ass on my face, using my hands to keep you steady and hold you safely in place, and you squirm, grinding your tight little candy ring down onto my tongue. I flick my tongue out and lick your silky little boy-sac and then shove my tongue back in your tight little hot chocolate cheerio, using my tongue to massage it open, gently stretching your tight little boyhole open. Then, I lift you back down and sit you on my crotch, at the same time sliding my shorts off completely. After sitting you down facing me, I lie back so that your cute little tummy pushes down against mine and as I lie back, you come with me, lying right down on top of me, head on my chest, exposing your tiny, tight boy button – lined right up with my cock. I’d never ever want it to hurt you, so I sneak in a real slick lube. I coat my cock and your sweet little love tunnel. With my cock lined right up with that tight little clacker, I sit up just a little so that you begin to slide back down onto my cock. Feeling the heat from my cock pushed up against your hot little boyhole, you start to push back down onto my cock. I let you take control and do whatever you want to do. You grunt and groan and, well you don’t really moan, it’s more like ‘Mmmmmmmmm.’ I’m clearly surprised as you work yourself down onto my massive cock rather quickly. The ability of that blazing boy button of yours to stretch around my huge, thick cock and to slide all the way down onto it, shocks me! Especially since most men that I know, particularly virgins, couldn’t have taken my cock that deep that fast. I’m afraid that you might tear your tight little lifesaver, but I figure if it hurt at all, you’d stop. Your tiny, tight boy button is so small, but amazingly flexible and your hot, hungry hole just gobbles up my cock until it’s wearing your little body like a glove. Grunting and moaning that cute ‘Mmmmmm’ sound as your searing hot little ass swallows my whole cock, clamping down on it as it sinks all the way up into you. There you are, lying on my tummy, head on my chest, with my cock buried all the way up into your tiny little body. Your little hips swivel moving your tiny little bum, squirming around as you grunt and moan that sweet ‘Mmmmmmm.’ With your little butt wiggling around, my cock slides in and out of your tiny searing hot boyhole and all around your insides. As you move, your tiny little tummy bulges out as my cock pushes in and out of your tight cinnamon ring. As you wiggle, my cock bulges through your tiny little tummy in different ways. The feeling is one like I’ve never felt before. I rub my hand over the bulge in your tummy and you moan again. It’s fucking amazing, like your bum is actually sucking my cock. It’s fucking insane how wonderful it feels! It isn’t long before my cock is just blasting my hot load of cum into your tiny, tight, hot boy butt. You continue to sit down, push down into my groin forcing my cock deep into you as you grunt and groan practically forcing the cum out of my cock, that hot fucking hole squeezing the holy hell out of my dick. It’s such an intense orgasm that I feel as though my entire body might literally explode into a cloud of dust. My cock keeps throbbing and pulsing cum deep into your gut as you push your ass all the way down onto my crotch, your arms and legs wrapped around me, head on my chest moaning ‘Mmmmmmmmmm.’ You just lie there on my cock panting and I am completely petrified – the orgasm so intense that I literally can’t move. You keep wiggling around which drives me crazy from the sensation, but I can’t do anything about it. Finally, after some time, my cock slowly starts to deflate and it’s forced out of your tiny tight blistering boy button. When it plops out, your head spins up to look at me, surprised. I smile and pick you up again, kiss your cheek and sit your tight little ass on my face again. You grunt as I suck your searing hot little boyhole and lick my own cum from your hot insides. I then lay you back down on my chest and stomach where you fall asleep and kiss your head, and I’m right behind you falling asleep, completely spent,” he paused tentatively.

Zander’s face was bright red and he felt a searing wave of heat rush over him hearing his dad talk about him squirming on his daddy’s big cock. Hearing how Zak imagined fucking his tight little ass while he jerked himself off grinding into his dad’s crotch drove Zan wild. His cock throbbed and his ass twitched, and as if by muscle memory, he squirmed. A moan escaped his lips as he thought of sitting in his dad’s lap, squirming, rubbing his hot, tight little naked ass on Daddy’s dick only to have that massive cock sliding up his tight, hot little hole for hours on end. His cock throbbed again. The fear and anxiety of telling his dad was gone, and now he was fully committed to having sex with his dad. He began to shiver involuntarily – every part of his body was literally vibrating – violently. Shivers ran down his spine, through his torso, and out into his arms and legs, hands, and feet. He felt the intense shivering. He didn’t know why he was shivering. He wasn’t cold. He had fooled around with a few guys his own age, touching, and even sucking each other’s cocks, but this was insane!

Zak felt his boy shivering and immediately he understood. He was struck with several emotions at one time. On one hand he was thrilled that Zan was so excited and turned on by the encounter that he was shivering involuntarily – clearly it was one of his first sexual experiences and he was extremely excited. But he also had something of a paternal reaction and thought, ‘Awww, he’s so excited he’s shivering.’ That actually creeped Zak out a little bit. For a moment he questioned whether or not this was actually a good idea. But Zak remembered feeling that way, and if Zan was experiencing that, then he was all in. Zak had given his son his consent – he was actually very into the idea in the moment – so he pushed the thoughts down and told himself to get a grip. Zan had the bravery and fortitude to tell his dad what he wanted. He wasn’t a little boy anymore and Zak wasn’t about to let his own feelings interfere. What Zak didn’t realize was that he too was shaking at the excitement of expressing his love for his son in a new way. 

Zan was still straddling his dad’s leg and had leaned down onto his dad’s chest. His arms were draped down his dad’s sides and wrapped around him. Unconsciously, he had assumed a similar pose to the story his dad just made up. He didn’t realize it but he was humping and grinding his cock into his father’s crotch. His whole body was on fire, tingling with sensations he had never felt before. Sure, he had jerked off and even edged, but this was different. Lying with his head on his dad’s shoulder, chest to chest, stomach to stomach, crotch to crotch, his body was being stimulated all over. His legs were clamped onto his father’s leg – skin to skin. Zak’s arms around him, hands rubbing his back and bum added even more stimulation. His dad’s hand rubbing across his buttocks – something he hadn’t done in a very long time – was incredibly stimulating to Zan. And then there was that crazy shivering! He had never felt such an intense shivering before. He was shivering so intensely that his teeth were actually chattering. In addition to his heart beat pounding in his ears, Zander felt, even heard, a buzzing sensation, a sound even, all over his body. His entire being was literally vibrating with arousal and excitement. 

Zak sensed his boy was awash with sexual stimulation, and hanging in a state of orgasmic limbo, waiting for his cock to erupt. “It would have been so easy,” Zak hissed into his boy’s ear, “You were always running around nekkid as a little jaybird. All I would’ve had to do was take my shorts off…” his whisper trailed off to silence… He moved in even closer so that his lips were literally in Zan’s ear, the soft skin touching the ridges of his outer ear, and purposefully, gently forcing a steady wave of hot breath into his son’s ear, emphasizing certain words with staccato, causing them to send sharp spikes of electricity straight down from his ear into his prostate, again whispered, “…and let that nekkid, little, jaybird, jump into my lap and squirm, my, big, cock, right, up, into, your, tight, tiny, hot, little, boyhole.” He then aggressively licked the ridges and outer edges of Zander’s ear and nibbled his ear lobe, at the same time, pinching his nipples again – harder and sharper this time.

His actions sent chills down Zander’s spine and throughout his entire body. He shuddered. Hard. He convulsed, shoving his groin hard down into his dad’s and repeatedly fucking his shorts. “Oh, god!” Zander yelped, his voice going up an octave, followed by, “Fuuuuuuck!”

Zak pushed his own cock back up against his boy’s cock as his son fucked into him. He could feel his son’s cock spasming, his body tensing and shaking. He released his grip on Zander’s nips and nuzzled his face into his neck, kissing, sucking, and biting it.

Zander squealed again as electricity shot through his body from the attack on his neck. “Fuck!” Zander panted, “You just made me cum Dad!”

 Zak snorted, trying but failing to stifle a laugh. His face was still buried in Zan’s neck, still nuzzling, licking, and kissing his neck. “The first of many my boy,” he growled deep into Zander’s ear in a low, gravely, rumbling voice that sent shivers down Zander’s spine. He shook again and another volley of cum pulsed out of his cock. 

While his son was still lost in his orgasm, Zak put his strong hands under Zander’s arms and lifted him up all the way onto his lap. He scooped Zander up in his strong arms and carried him up the stairs and into the bedroom. He laid the boy down on the bed and undid his pants. He was still shaking and trembling in orgasm, as his dad pulled the front of his shorts and underwear down, and lapped up all of the cum from his son’s eruption, not yet soaked up by his clothes. Zander squirmed as his dad’s hot tongue swirled around the head of his dick and around his tummy as he licked up the cum from the intense orgasm, and another glob of cum pulsed from his cock. Zak quickly lapped it up as well, then slowly pushed up from the bed and crept up his son’s body. Gently lying down on top of Zander crotch to crotch, stomach to stomach, chest to chest, Zak wrapped his arm around his son and lovingly palmed the back of his head in his large hand. Looking deep into his eyes, he planted his lips on his son’s, and kissed him again, this time more forcefully. Zander tasted his own cum in his father’s mouth as their tongues sparred. He liked it. Zak sucked his son’s tongue into his own mouth, hard, and proceeded to suck his tongue as if it were a cock. It seemed as though their heads might collapse into one another with the force of the sucking and kissing. Placing his hand on the back of Zak’s head, Zander returned the favor, sucking his dad’s tongue into his own mouth, and repeating the same movements his dad had just performed on his own tongue.

Zak’s other hand moved to his son’s chest. He unbuttoned his shirt, sliding one finger slowly down Zander’s chest as he unbuttoned each button, all the way down to his cock. It was still hard as a rock even after the intense orgasm. His finger slipped over the head of the boy’s cock. Though he had thoroughly licked up all of the boy’s fluids from his cock and the surrounding mons pubis and stomach, his son’s piss slit was slicked again as a steady stream flowed from his head, slick, sticky precum flowing like a river, slicking everything nearby. Zak’s finger moved in a circular motion around the boy’s frenulum. Zander gasped and moaned into Zak’s mouth. His cock pulsed; another wave of the sweet liquid flowed freely from his piss slit. Zak wanted to move down and suck it up, but he resisted the urge – not wanting to break the kiss with his son’s soft lips. He wished he could just put his son’s entire body into his mouth at one time. He wanted to suck his nipples and his toes. He wanted to lick and suck his ass and ears and neck. He wanted to suck his cock and balls and nibble on his perineum and his axillae. He wished he could do everything at once. He felt an overwhelming need to consume his son’s body, his sexuality, in the white-hot fire that was his own desire. That fire had been building from the first time Zander sat on his lap and ground and squirmed his dad to that first orgasm. It had grown and intensified, and though he had tried to put it out of his mind every day with multiple loads of semen, it seemed that had only served to fuel the fire. In that moment, it exploded like a supernova. Zak put his arms around his son and hugged him very tightly. He broke the kiss. “I love you Zander,” he whispered, his eyes welling, “I love you so much!” 

“I love you too Dad. I’ve been waiting for this for a long time.”

“You know, it’s your birthday, and I have two days of fun planned…” Zak chuckled. “Should we get ready to go, or…would you rather scrap the plans and just fuck all weekend?” Zak was really asking tongue-in-cheek as more of a joke, but Zander had already made up his mind about that.

“I know you put a lot of time into those plans, Dad… But if it’s ok with you, I’d much rather spend the weekend in bed with you,” he replied, with a devilish grin.

Zak laughed, “Say no more, Son. That’s just fine with me, Boy,” he said, an evil grin on his face. He was just as happy, if not happier, staying at home in bed with his son. “We can execute those plans another time, Son. Quite frankly, I’d rather stay here in bed with you too.” He grinned, a mischievous glint in his eye. He kissed Zander again. “Ok, so, one more thing. If I do anything that you don’t like or that doesn’t feel good, stop me. Communication is very important. Likewise, if you really like something, feel free to tell me that too – though I’m pretty good at figuring that out,” he winked. “I’ve got a lot of experience under my belt, but everyone is different and not everyone likes the same things. I don’t want you to tolerate anything. Do you understand?”

“Ok, Dad. I will, I promise.” Zander leaned up and kissed his dad again.

“Alright, it’s settled then. We stay home to fuck and suck!” He laughed.

Zak kissed his boy deeply; it was a long, drawn-out kiss and when he finally relented, Zan was gasping for air. Withdrawing his tongue, he softly kissed Zander’s lips, cheeks, down to his neck and up to his ears. He licked and sucked his son’s neck and ears, nibbling on his ear lobes and down his neck. With every flick of his dad’s tongue, every nibble on his neck and ears, electricity shot through Zander’s body. He moaned and whimpered as Zak sucked and gently bit his ears and neck. Zak made an effort not to suck too hard, especially on Zander’s neck – so that he didn’t leave hickies. Zak had to be careful. Licking and sucking ears and necks was a real turn on for Zak, but he often inadvertently sucked a little too hard and left hickies. He didn’t want Zander to be embarrassed by love marks accidentally left on his neck. Zak slowly made his way down from his son’s neck down to his torso. He lifted the boy’s arms above his head and gently held them there by the wrists. Kissing and licking his way first to one armpit and then the other, he sniffed, deeply inhaling the masculine scent of sweat from his son’s axillae. Zak licked and gently chewed on his son’s armpits, the intoxicating scent of boy sweat drove him mad as he inhaled deeply while licking and chewing the sensitive skin.

He made his way to Zander’s sensitive nipples, sucking, biting, and licking each one; flicking his tongue around like a little whip, working Zander into a frenzy. Then Zak returned to his son’s neck, ears, and armpits, lips, and nipples, moving back and forth between them at different speeds and in different orders, keeping his son buzzing, and in a state of sexual frenzy. Precum flowed from his cock like a crystal-clear river. On down to his tummy, Zak licked and sucked, flicked his tongue all around his boy’s belly button. Zander giggled as his dad’s tongue tickled his tummy, working his way down his inner thighs, licking and sucking all around his beautiful, thick cock, but paying no attention to the teen’s twig yet. He planted his face deep in his trimmed pubic hair and inhaled deeply. The musky, masculine scent with the manly pheromones made Zak dizzy with lust. His cock throbbed painfully as the heavenly scent washed over him. His scent was like cocaine, crystal meth, heroine, some highly addictive drug – and he couldn’t get enough. Zak licked and sucked and chewed all around Zan’s cock and down to his perineum. Zan moaned and squirmed as his dad attacked the mound between his balls and boyhole. Electricity shot through the boy and energized his prostate as he shuddered and moaned from the pleasure. 

Zak moved down his son’s legs to his ankles and feet. Taking Zan’s left foot, he first sniffed around and through his toes. Placing the foot on his face and nose, he inhaled again slowly and deeply. He first sucked the big toe, licking and sucking the toe, nibbling in between the big toe and the next, sucking the second toe…he continued until he had sucked and nibbled each toe. Zak then put all of the toes into his mouth and flicked his tongue all around licking and sucking the boy’s left foot. He licked and sucked and chewed on the bottom of Zan’s left foot and then he moved to his son’s right foot, again, sniffing his toes and then his whole foot. He relished the sweaty, musky, gym sneaker smell of the growing boy’s feet. Zak sucked first the big toe on his right foot, then licked and chewed in between his big toe and the second toe, then sucking the second toe, again, licking and sucking between each toe and sucking each toe on his right foot. He sucked all of the toes on his son’s right foot into his mouth and licked and sucked. Zak kept inhaling deeply as he licked and sucked his son’s feet, his cock pulsing again and again as he inhaled the sweaty musk of the teen’s feet. Zander giggled continuously as his dad sucked and licked and nibbled on his toes and feet. While it tickled, it also felt really good, sending waves of pleasure through his body, and causing his dick to throb. He noticed his dad breathing in deeply just like he had while licking his armpits and inner thighs. He needed to catch his breath – his sides and stomach were hurting from the continuous laughing.

“You like smelling my underarms and my sweaty, smelly feet don’t you Dad?” Zander observed, in part trying to get a respite from his father’s wicked tongue so that he could catch his breath. “And earlier when you were talking about me wiggling in your lap, you said you loved the smell of boy piss. Do you like piss too, Dad? Do you like drinking piss or getting pissed on?”

“Oh yeah, I sure do, son,” Zak replied. “I love the natural smell of your sweet sweat from those delicious underarms to your sweaty, sneaker-clad feet. I’ve always loved the way men smell. Not nasty and dirty, but clean, sweaty, musky smelling men. And, yes, I love the smell and taste of nice clean piss, and the musky aroma of a man’s sweaty crotch and ass. You’re right, cocks and balls smell like nothing else in this world. It is a wonderful, intoxicating smell. Just below the small of the back, near the top of your ass-crack, and your mons pubis, perineum, balls and under your arms are places where pheromones are released and I am definitely extremely sensitive to those pheromones. Fuck they make me horny!” Zak shuddered just thinking of those amazing smells. “And piss… Oh yeah! As long as it’s not nasty, funky piss, I do love piss as well.”

“I can understand the cocks and balls, asses, even feet, and underarms… but how did you get into piss, Dad?”

“Well, I don’t know that we can be certain of how fetishes are formed, but my first orgasm was actually in bed with another boy from up the street. He would spend the night and sleep in my bed with me pretty often. We used to mess around and he would let me suck his dick and lick his balls. This one night he was sleeping over and he wet the bed. I woke up wet with piss, and he was also soaking wet with piss. The bed was wet but it was warm and it smelled sweet. When I put my head under the covers, it seemed even warmer and the sweet smell of his piss was more intense. I had a hard-on and started rubbing my dick on his wet long johns and inhaling that sweet smell of boy piss. Before I knew it, I was cumming. It was my first orgasm, and I was only 7. I had no idea what was going on. I didn’t know what an orgasm was and I thought I was actually pissing on him. All I knew was that it felt amazing and I wanted to feel it over and over again. It was later, when I looked things up in the library, that I knew it was my first orgasm and that it was cum and not piss that squirted out of my dick. I’m pretty sure that it was the intensity of my first orgasm, and that sweet smell of piss permeating the air, which solidified piss as a fetish for me. I definitely like being pissed on. And yeah, sometimes I like to drink piss. I would definitely drink your piss, boy.”

“Awww fuck, Dad! That is so fucking hot!” Zander blurted out. “I want you to drink my piss too – right from my cock. And I want to piss on you! Maybe we can start sleeping together and I can piss the bed and if you wake up, you can fuck me.”

Zak laughed, “My, my, my. You are a nasty little fucker aren’t you, boy? There’ll be plenty of time to try out all kinds of things if you like. As far as sleeping with me, you may certainly sleep with me any time you want. You used to sleep with me all the time anyway. But, as with most kids, at some point you were ‘too old’ to sleep with your daddy anymore,” he teased. “In all honesty, I’ve missed that hot little body of yours snuggled up next to me for a long time. Bedtime was one of my favorite times because we would both go to bed naked and just snuggle up close to each other.”

“We slept together naked all the time when I was younger?” Zander asked.

“We sure did,” Zak confirmed with a big grin. “You can’t tell me you don’t remember that, son. It wasn’t that long ago,” he laughed. “You slept with me until you were like ten or eleven.”

“Yeah, I guess I do, I just haven’t really thought about it, I guess. I didn’t realize we slept together naked for so long. Of course, I remember crouching down and sniffing your cock and stuff. But I only remember doing that a few times before deciding to sleep in my own bed.”

“You never wanted to wear pajamas and I would try to put you in bed in your underwear, but you didn’t want to wear them either. You would take them off before getting into bed, telling me that you didn’t like wearing underwear when you slept because they hurt. I figured you probably just wanted to be like me since I don’t wear anything to sleep.” Zak chuckled. “I wasn’t obvious about it, but I always slid my underwear off as we got into bed. I tend to toss and turn, and any clothes that I wear to bed, including underwear, get twisted and pinch my sac and stuff like that. For a while, I tried to keep the top sheet between us, but you would pull it up and snuggle up against me. I guess I’m to blame at least in part for you not wearing underwear,” he laughed again. “Anyway, I would put one arm over you and the other under your neck. It fit perfectly on my arm so that the back of your head was right next to my face and I could smell your hair. You always smelled so good to me.” He looked far into the distance in fond remembrance. “You would wiggle and snuggle up as close to me as you could with your little back up against my stomach and your cute little butt pressed right into my crotch. You were so cute, acting like a little man, telling me what you were going to wear to bed and snuggling right up against me. It was magical! It was just so…wonderful…my little man snuggled up, me lying there with you next to me…my sweet little boy. It was so innocent and so intimate. We were going to bed, and I had already cum at least once with your shenanigans… Luckily, I had some major self-control,” he laughed. “It was also sensual. My god, how I ever survived that without just fucking you silly, I’ll never know,” he jokingly winked at Zan and laughed again. “You know, guys get erections many times a night while sleeping and my cock would get hard as I slept, and sometimes it would snake right between your legs and against your silky ball sac. Every once in a while, I would wake up and realize that because of the way we were positioned, my hard-on was between your legs. I would just sigh and smell your hair, and then hug you tight and go back to sleep. Most of the time your legs would be folded right in front of mine, but through the night sometimes you would push your legs in between or over mine, and sometimes I would put my leg over you, with your legs between mine. Neither one of us would move much beyond that; we would usually wake up in the same position. Oh, man, I just loved sleeping with you next to me like that. It was absolutely magically fantastic. I always slept better with you snuggled up next to me because I knew you were safe – like I was your daddy bear ready to tear anyone asunder if they tried to hurt you. I miss that so much.”

“Fucking hell, Dad! I can’t believe all this! I can’t believe that I don’t really remember sleeping naked with you every night!” Zander exclaimed. “I can’t believe we ever stopped! You should have made me keep sleeping with you when I wanted to sleep in my own bed!”

Zak shook his head, “Nooo. That wouldn’t have been appropriate. As much as I would have loved for you to keep sleeping with me, for me to force it would not have been ok. Part of all kids’ development is becoming more independent, doing things for themselves. I always tried to make sure you had a good body image, and that I projected a good body image of my own; I wanted to always be a good role model. I worked to make sure that you were comfortable with nudity and understood that everyone’s body is different. But, I would never have forced you to do anything be it wearing clothes or not wearing clothes, sleeping with me or anything else. It could have been detrimental to your development, and no parent should make a decision like that for their own needs or desires. Not only that, but since you clearly decided to sleep in your own bed because you were afraid of going too far and getting caught, that could have really caused you to freak out. It’s all about you babe,” he winked at Zander.

“Yeah, I see that, Dad. You were putting my developmental needs ahead of your own needs and desire to continue to be close to me like that. You’re such a good dad.” Zander understood the sacrifice his dad made to let him continue along his own developmental path. He wished it hadn’t been necessary – all the time they could have been sleeping together, naked. “From now on, we sleep together, naked,” he said with a dirty little smirk, “I don’t want to waste any more time.”

Zak’s face changed to a look of thoughtful suspicion, “Speaking of wasting time… I think you were distracting me to give yourself a little break from my tongue attack.”

“You caught me,” Zander laughed. “It was a bit too much. I was getting over sensitized.”

“That happens to me too, especially when my cock is being sucked. Too much focus directly on my head, and I can’t take it. It actually becomes a bit painful instead of pleasurable. So, how are you feeling? Are you ready for another round?”

“Ready,” He replied.

“Gooooooooood.” Zak growled with a devilish grin.

 Taking hold of both of Zander’s ankles, he pushed his legs up until his sweet, tight ass poked into the air. He released one ankle and put that hand under the same side of Zander’s cute little bum, then the other ankle, placing that hand under the other side of the boy’s cute butt. His knees slid back putting Zak on his stomach and elbows, his face right above Zander’s hot little ass. He could feel the heat radiating from Zander’s hot little boyhole, and the musky scent of his pheromones wafted up into Zak’s nostrils. It was like another hit of crack for Zak. His cock throbbed, and his face got hotter. He imagined himself going wild like the Tasmanian devil as he leaned into his son’s wide-spread canyon. He slowly, deeply sucked the hot, moist, musky scent into his nostrils. His tongue shot out as if it were a heat-seeking missile. There was a thick layer of spit on his tongue, and first, he flattened out his tongue and made a big sweep across Zander’s opening, leaving the layer of spit-lube on his tight little boyhole. Then Zak started licking the boy’s hot chocolate cheerio in a circular motion, first, wide circles rimming the outside of Zan’s sphincter. The circles got smaller and smaller until his tongue was flicking wildly right in the center of his son’s hot little honey hole. Suddenly, without any warning, his tongue slammed into the tight center of Zander’s candy ring. Zan gasped and squealed as Zak rammed as much of his long tongue as he could into the boy’s tight, hot little boyhole. If one didn’t know better, one might think that Zak was a boring machine intent on drilling a massive tunnel in the boy’s tight ass. He was tongue-fucking Zander’s hot hole, flicking the tip of his tongue up and down, in and out. He flattened out his tongue again and started lapping all over his boy’s button, suddenly slamming his tongue into the boy’s hot opening. Zander gasped again. Zak curled the end of his tongue into a hook, snagging the rim of Zander’s ring, he pulled. Zan squealed. His dad’s tongue dug in so deep, it looked like he was trying to shove his whole chin into Zander’s pleasure palace. He kept shoving his tongue in, and then pulling the rim of the boy’s sphincter up and out and then letting it pop back into place as he continued to suck and chew on his son’s hot, tight boyhole at the same time. 

Zander couldn’t think clearly. He moaned loudly, stammering, mumbling and sometimes nearly shouting out things like “Oh fuck! Yeah Daddy! Tongue-fuck your little boy’s tight, hot hole. You love that hot little boyhole don’t you Dad? Oh, fuck yeah Daddy! Oh god! Fuck yes! Chew on my boyhole Dad! Oh yeah! Stretch my tight little hole, Daddy! Get it ready to take your big cock!” Zander was a horny, verbal little fucker, and it was driving Zak wild. “Please!” Zan was trying to ask his dad for what he wanted, but he was so overwhelmed by the stimulation, he was beginning to find it difficult to form coherent thoughts. “Dad!” Zak reached up and pinched and twisted Zan’s nipples, lightly running his fingers down the boy’s sides causing him to thrash wildly. “Fuck me!” The boy’s father continued to tear into his son’s tight little boyhole, chewing and pulling, spitting, and lubing it up to take his cock in all the way to the mound. “Please, Fuck me!” Zan finally formed the request, moaning loudly before adding, “Dad!” Zak paused and looked up into his son’s face. Zan just mouthed “Please,” his eyes glassed over, his stare somewhere far off in the distance. After some time working his beloved son’s boyhole, gently stretching it open and making love to it with his mouth, Zan’s virgin hole was puffing out and even gaping a little when Zander pushed. He was ready. Zak moved up just a little, opened his mouth, and latched on to Zander’s perineum. He chewed and sucked and flicked his tongue on the boy’s taint causing Zan to thrash about.

While he chewed and sucked on Zander’s perineum, Zak lubed up his cock, and with a small needleless syringe, he filled Zander’s ass with lube. He slid up on the bed so that his knees were right under his boy’s ass, placing a long, round bolster pillow under the small of his back. He looped the boy’s legs around his arms and setting the tip of his cock right up in the small crevice, his son’s tight hole, he leaned forward, kissing Zander again. He paused, looking directly into his son’s eyes.

“Are you sure you want this Zander? Once we’ve done it, it can’t be undone.”

“More than just about anything I’ve ever wanted, Daddy.”

Zander hadn’t called Zak “Daddy” for quite some time, and now he had done it over and again. Zak loved it. Like most parents, there were many days when he would look at his little boy, growing up so fast, and wish that he could stop time.

“I love you so much, Son.”

“I love you more, Dad.”

“That, is simply not possible, my boy.”

With that, Zak leaned down and kissed Zan again. At first, it was a soft, sensual kiss, but as Zak once again felt the need, the fever which consumed his boy, he once again aggressively made love to his only son. Licking and sucking his neck and ears, flicking his nipples, Zak worked to bombard his son with stimuli to ease any initial pain caused by his fairly large cock making its entrance. Zak had no delusions. He knew he wasn’t hung or anything, but eight inches was a nice length, and his member was rather thick. Finally, Zak was ready. He knew Zan wanted it. He wanted it too.

He whispered into Zan’s ear, “Ok Son. Every time I push my cock into your ass, I’ll whisper ‘Push’ into your ear. When I do, I want you to gently push out like you’re trying to take a dump. Don’t push too hard or strain to push as that could cause hemorrhoids or even hernias, and you don’t want either of those, trust me. Just tighten your stomach muscles and then gently bear down like you’re trying to take a dump. This will align your rectum and loosen the muscles in your ass, so that they work with me instead of against me. It’ll let my cock into you faster and easier with much less pain than if I had to basically force it in – if it were just me pushing my dick in and you trying to ‘relax.’”

“Ok Dad.” Zan whispered back in anticipation. He could feel the slight pressure of his dad’s cock pushing into the opening in his sphincter.

“Push,” Zack whispered. He could feel Zander’s ass reach out for his cock and so he pushed forward gently a little bit further into his boy’s hole, then relaxed the push and pulled back out a little. “Relax, Son – you can stop pushing. Can you feel your hole opening up and kind-of sucking my cock in when you push like that?”

“Yeah,” he replied with shortened breaths. He could already feel the full feeling beginning to form as his daddy’s big dick slowly burrowed its way up his tight fuck sleeve.

“Does it hurt at all?” Zak inquired softly, lovingly.

“No, Dad. It hasn’t hurt at all yet.”

“Good. If it does, just tell me to stop.”

“Ok, Dad, I will.”

Zak was slowly gyrating, hoping to slowly, gently, widen the opening of his son’s hole. “Ok, get ready. Push.” He whispered in his boy’s ear. He could feel Zan’s dick dock reaching for his cock again. He gently but firmly pushed his cock in again, held it for a moment and then relaxed. “Ok, relax Zan.”

They repeated the sequence again and again, each time Zak’s cock sliding further and further up into his son’s amazingly tight, hot love tunnel. Millimeter by millimeter, centimeter by centimeter, slowly Zak eased a little more of his cock into Zander’s bum, then pulled it back out. Zak kept a hand under Zan, pulling his back into a nice arch which enabled his big cock to slide deeper in without hitting tissue inside, which could have caused pain. It was very slow going, and while both Zak and Zander wanted to feel Zak’s cock all the way up in the teen’s searing hot fuck tunnel, Zak was determined not to hurt Zander at all. After a little while, Zander made a tell-tale sound as Zak’s cock pushed through the second sphincter. The boy gasped and shivered, quickly sucking in air several times as if suddenly surprised (in a way he was) as his dad’s cock pushed through the inner sphincter, there was much less resistance and his cock suddenly slid in several centimeters at once. Zak felt Zander pushing back harder against his cock, accepting more and more until it was all the way deep inside Zander’s hot, tight boyhole.

Zander pushed back firmly keeping all of his dad’s cock deep inside. “Oh, god! Daddy! It’s so big! I feel so full with your big cock all the way inside of me Dad… so full!” He put his arms around his dad’s neck and pulled him in making certain to keep his cock deep inside. Zan shoved his tongue into his dad’s mouth, kissing him hard and deep. His dad’s hips kept pushing deeper and deeper, shoving his cock into Zander’s tummy, and then he began gyrating his hips, making the head of his cock move in wider and wider circles, moving his son’s insides all around. Zander moaned into his dad’s mouth as his insides were all mixed up. Zak pulled his cock back until just the head remained inside, and then he slowly pushed it all the way back in. The boy moaned again, stifled by his father’s tongue in his mouth. Zak pulled his cock out to the head again, this time holding the position until Zander started squirming, trying to push his ass back onto his dad’s rod. Zak slammed his cock back into his son’s tight hole, all the way in, deep up the boy’s fuck sleeve, and Zander whimpered, his voice going up an octave. It was clear that Zander was ready to be fucked hard and fast like a jackhammer and Zak obliged. Over and over again he pulled his cock out until just the head remained in his boy’s hole and then slammed it all the way back in. Faster and faster, he pummeled his son’s insides with his thick cock, stretching the boy’s sphincter and pounding his insides to mush. Zander just whimpered into his dad’s mouth as they continued, lip-locked, his arms loosely around his dad’s neck, his feet flopping like a rag doll’s next to his head. 

Zak had held back his orgasm for an amazingly long period of time – especially considering the morning’s sex talk and friction. But Zak was rapidly reaching the point of no return. When he came, he wanted his son to come again at the same time. They were both drenched in sweat and the boy’s cock and stomach were glazed with precum. He had to be close – his body, and especially his prostate, had taken a beating – real abuse – especially considering that this was his first time. Though he had cum once already, his cock had remained as hard as a rock, precum oozing the entire time. Zak moved to his son’s neck and ears again, licking and sucking. He pinched both nipples at the same time, and then reached down and grabbed Zander’s cock with one hand and his balls with the other, all the while, pounding his previously virginal bumhole and insides to mush. The tingling started in Zak’s taint, but rapidly spread until he was buzzing; he could come at any moment. He slid his hand up and down Zan’s shaft while his other hand pulled his balls as he continued to ram his rod into his son’s hot hole. He nibbled his ears and sucked his neck reducing Zan to whimpers and moans and squeals. Zak once again locked lips with his son as his raging hard-on slammed in and out of his hole, the tingling intensifying and encompassing his prostate. He slammed his cock into Zander’s ass fast as he could. As his orgasm built, he began to see stars and knew he was nearly to the point of no return. Using his hand, he jacked Zan’s cock quickly, so fast it was almost more of a vibrator. Zander was seeing stars too – and that was it. Father and son both slipped over the edge into oblivion. Zan let out a combination of a moan, whimper, and yell as his entire body tensed. His gut and ass clenched tight, muscles like stone. Semen blew out of the tip of his cock like a fire hose soaking his and his dad’s chest, and coating both of their necks in hot, molten cum. Zak felt his son’s hole tightening around his cock and the spasming of his dick spewing cum everywhere and immediately his own cock erupted. He slammed his cock as far up into Zan’s gut as he could get it as volley after volley of cum blasted from his piss slit, coating the raw insides of his boy’s fuck chute, soothing it after the merciless pounding it had been receiving for the past two hours. 

Zak let out a twisted, gut-punched moan – no, it was more of a bellow – from the intense orgasm, and releasing his son’s lips and tongue, he squeaked out a gravely “Oh! Zan! Fuck! Oh God! Oh! Son, I love you! I love you so much!” And, planting his lips back on his son’s he collapsed onto the boy, their sweat and Zan’s cum combining between them. Zan loved feeling the weight of his dad on his body. He lay there pushing his ass up onto his dad’s cock, trying to keep it deep in his ass as long as possible. As Zak’s cock deflated, he carefully moved off his son and down next to him. He reached over his son and pulled him onto his side, close to him, face to face, and kissed him again. Their legs intertwined, arms around each other, they held each other close as they kissed. Exhausted, they drifted off into a light sleep.

A short time later, Zan was awake again with a hard-on just as wicked as the one he had blown two loads from earlier. He was like a kid in a candy store that had been told he could have anything he wanted – no limit – and he intended to clean that candy store out! He carefully wiggled his way out from between his dad’s arms and legs and flipped around. His dad’s dick and balls were still slick with cum – exactly what he was hoping for. He sucked his dad’s cock into his mouth licking and sucking the cum from his cock, balls, and the area all around. He was intoxicated by the aromas of piss and cum and his dad’s musk and his own ass. The scents all swirled around combining into an amazing intoxicant. Zan imagined the ‘scent fingers’ from cartoons going up his nose and wrapping around him, pulling him in closer. He swallowed his dad’s cock and buried his face into his crotch. He inhaled deeply. The teen understood exactly what his dad had said about the manly scents and pheromones.

He was suddenly startled as his dad shoved his face into Zan’s sloppy boyhole and started shoving his tongue deep inside. Zan moaned at the attack on his already pummeled hole. Zak too was ‘cleaning up’ from the previous fuck fest. He hadn’t sucked his son’s cock yet. After he cleaned the boy’s hole up, he chewed on Zan’s perineum again. Zan began thrashing, arms wrapped around his dad’s midsection, cock buried down his throat and moaning wildly as his dad chewed and sucked his taint. The sensations drove him wild. Zak could have done that all day. He loved making his boy lose control, but, he wanted to get to the boy’s cock. He licked and sucked his balls one at a time and then both at the same time. His son had big balls and Zak loved big balls. His own balls were big, low hanging balls. They hung so low that he could shove them into his own asshole – and had. Zander’s balls were like a carbon copy of his own and he loved it. He sucked them in and pulled back until the boy’s sac was taught, then pulled a little more. Zan moaned again. Though his balls were tender, he liked to have them squeezed and sucked and pulled on. He was his father’s son, there was no doubt there.

Finally, Zak took his son’s hard schlong into his mouth. He licked up and down to moisten the shaft so that it would slide easily down his throat. Then, taking the head into his mouth, he slid himself down the boy’s hard pole until it was buried all the way down his throat. He sniffed deeply, relishing the musky manly scent of his boy’s pubic mound. Though he kept his hair trimmed short, there was enough hair to collect and compound the boy’s pheromones and it was heaven. My god, he thought, if I could just bottle this scent, I’d be one rich fuck. He almost chuckled out loud at the thought. He growled a low growl in his throat while he pulled the boy’s cock into and then out of his throat. Zan moaned loudly again as the low growl created sound waves that reverberated through his cock. Zak stuck a finger in his mouth and slobbered all over it. Then he aimed the finger at his son’s back door and gently but quickly shoved it in to the hilt, being careful to guard his fingernail so that he didn’t tear the delicate lining of Zan’s love tunnel. Zan moaned again and pushed back against his finger. Zak bent his finger down and flicked the boy’s prostate. He moaned again, this time his voice going up an octave. Zak then relentlessly rubbed, flicked, and tapped his son’s prostate, a full-on assault sending the boy into convulsions again. His hips swiveled and his legs and feet flopped around, his torso wiggled and heaved. Zan’s moans turned to high-pitched whimpers as the assault on his prostate ravaged him. Zan was in a state of arousal, not completely with it, but he was able to mimic some of the same moves that his dad was using on him. He fisted his dad’s balls and pulled them down causing Zak to moan. He then licked his finger and stuck it in his dad’s bum. He didn’t know exactly where the prostate was, but he wiggled his finger around until his dad moaned again. He knew he had found his dad’s prostate and proceeded to attack it. Zan was pleased with himself; after all, turnabout was fair play. 

Zak was impressed that his son was learning and trying the new things he had learned on his dad. Zak had many more tricks in his bag that he would reveal later, but the current torturous pleasure that he was inflicting on his son was not complete – not until his son fed him a load of his sweet cum. As Zak’s mouth pumped up and down on his son’s love stick, and his finger tortured the boy’s prostate, he slowly, carefully raised his other hand so that Zan couldn’t see it, aimed carefully, and then brought the hand down, open and flat, onto the low center of his son’s left buttock. Not super hard; he wasn’t trying to hurt his son. Just hard enough to create a crisp crack and give it a good sting as his hand hit the softest, fleshiest part of his buttock. Zan had no idea it was coming, and he had not tightened the muscles in his buttocks; he was not prepared for the new sensations. His dad’s hand landed perfectly. It was just enough to give it a good sting and to add another layer of complexity to the sensations the boy was feeling. The stinging shot like electricity through his son’s body and hit his prostate like a lightning bolt. He moaned again, and shuddered. Zak quickly placed three more sharp slaps in immediate succession in the lower center of his son’s buttocks. First, the right buttock, then back to the left and then finally one last smack on the right buttock again. Zander moaned and squealed as his dad pulled his son’s cock all the way into his throat. His cock pulsed, and pulsed. Spasms wracked the boy’s body and cum spurted out of his cock with each spasm, straight down his dad’s throat. Zak pulled back so that the remaining cum would land in his mouth - he wanted to savor his boy’s flavor. Zander never missed a beat though, in all of the spasms and convulsions, he continued to work his own mouth up and down his dad’s cock. Zak was so focused on making his son feel like he had never felt before he hadn’t been paying much attention to his own mounting orgasm. The scent of his boy’s cock and ass and the taste of his cum continued to intoxicate him. He suddenly became aware of his own cock and prostate and tightening his pelvic floor muscles a few times, Zak was pushed over the edge once again. He could have postponed his orgasm, but after all, his son had worked hard and he deserved to reap the reward. Zak’s body tensed and he shoved his cock deep into his son’s throat. He groaned as he shot volley after volley of cum into his son’s mouth and down his throat. Zan’s tongue swirled around his dad’s cock and he slurped the cum up almost as fast as it shot out of the tip of his cock.

“Fuck, Son! Work that magic mouth! Damn boy! You didn’t miss a beat even though I hit you with a couple of whammies!” he grinned with a glint in his eye.

“Fucking hell, Dad! Your cum tastes so good! And your ass and balls and cock! Fuck! Goddamn you taste so good!” he took another deep sniff of his father’s cock and balls, “And you smell so good! Fuck!” He laughed, “And spanking me, Dad? Really?”

Zak laughed, “It worked, didn’t it? Sent you right over the edge and delivered me a load of that delicious hot spunk.”

“Yeah, it did!” Zander laughed. “You know, in the spirit of all the confessing you’ve been doing, I’ll make one too.”

“Oh my, a confession! Do Tell!” his dad laughed, tongue in cheek.

“I used to do things that would get me into trouble so that you would spank me.” Zander confessed. “When you spanked me, with every smack to my bare ass, electricity would flash through me, and ah…well…I really don’t quite know how to explain it…I guess a ball of electricity would start building deep in my ass…I figure now, it’s probably right about where my prostate is. Every time your bare hand landed square on the center of one of my ass cheeks, that lightning would flash and the ball of electricity would build, more and more intense. My body would tingle, my dick would get hard…” his voice trailed off. “And then, you would stop spanking me! And I would be standing there dazed, a glowing ball of electricity, an orgasm building and then abruptly, I would be left hanging on the cliff of an orgasm, not sure what to do, wanting you to keep spanking me, but not wanting you to know that I wanted it… Your rule of only giving me three smacks when you spanked me, while moral and ethical, and a great way to keep from beating the hell out of me when I was really bad, left me suspended on an edged cliff dazed and confused. I always hoped that you would give me more, finish what you started…” his voice trailed off again.

“Awww, my poor sweet boy,” Zak pulled Zander up to him and kissed him. “I always thought you liked getting spanked a little too much. That’s why I didn’t do it often, only when I felt like it would be useful to correct your behavior, not that your behavior really needed that much correcting.” He smiled and gently stroked Zan’s cheek, “So many things that could have been dealt with had we just talked about them. You were always such a good, sweet boy. So easy to raise. I couldn’t have asked for a better boy. You were, and are, just perfect.” He kissed his son’s cheek and put his arms around him and hugged him tight. Then, as quick as lightning, he gave his son’s cute little butt four more smacks alternating two on each cheek.

“Daaaaad!” he laughed.

“So, do you want me to keep spanking you now?”

“Later Dad,” he laughed, “I’m still buzzing from that sixty-nine.”

“Alright, alright,” Zak chuckled, “Poor, sweet boy,” he chided. “God, I can’t believe the turn this weekend took. And I’m so glad it did! I love you Zan. You are so amazing. You were such a gift to me eighteen years ago. You give my life purpose. You just have no idea how special you are to me. Never in my life would I have ever expected that my deepest, darkest desires would be granted,” he mused, somewhat distantly. He kissed his son again. He was leaning up against his dad’s chest, one hand rubbing his chest and the other playing with the swollen cock and balls splayed between his legs.

“Are you hungry, Zan?” Zak broke the silence.

"Well, I am a little hungry, but… I think I’m going to hold off. There are still some things that I want to do, that will go better if I don’t eat.”

“Really?” Zak asked. “What things?”

“Well, I want you to fuck my throat. Force your cock all the way down my throat, and make me take it…Keep it there until I have to breathe. Works better if there’s nothing in your stomach to throw up, right?” he laughed.

“Fuck me! You dirty little bastard,” he grinned. “Well, we should at least rehydrate a little. We’ve both lost a lot of fluids,” he laughed.

They both got up from the bed and headed to the kitchen for some sports drink to rehydrate a little.

“Whew! I’m kinda ripe!” Zan exclaimed after taking a big sniff of his armpit. “I should jump in the shower and at least rinse off!”

“Don’t you dare!” his dad retorted, laughing. “I love every scent on your body! But, if you want, I can jump in the shower really quickly.”

“Nope, just checking,” Zan laughed, “I’m guessing we both love those scents.” The boy walked over and stuck his nose in his dad’s armpit and took a big sniff, moaning as he pushed his arm up for full access, and then started licking and chewing on the sensitive skin.

“Awww Fuck!” his dad exclaimed wobbling, his legs weakening from the sensations. He lifted his son’s opposite arm and dove into his armpit, sniffing, licking, and sucking on it. He growled his approval, and arousal, as he gently pushed his son back against the wall pressing their bodies together, he mashed their cocks together as they licked each other’s armpits. Slowly lowering Zan’s arm, his dad licked up his chest, giving his nipple a little nibble and then licking up his neck. His tongue ran around the outside of Zan’s ear and nibbled on his ear lobe. Then kissing Zan’s cheek along the way he pulled his son’s head up and kissed him deeply. The scent of each other’s sweat mingled and combined as they breathed in. Both of their cocks strained again, re-energized by the fluids and the intoxicating pheromones. 

 Zak was surprised that he was hard again already. He wasn’t used to so much sexual activity; his son being so important to him, he didn’t really think about sex all that much. He was focused on working to provide for his son and spending as much time with him as he could. He knew that he would grow up fast and wanted to spend as much time as possible with him, before the boy was grown and going away to college, and then off on his own. His mind was racing through all the things they had talked about. His son telling him how long he had wanted to have sex with his dad and confessing being turned on by the spankings. He wondered how things would have been if he had tried to talk to Zan about things that he had noticed sooner. He wondered what would have happened if he had given into the feelings and engaged Zan sexually sooner. He mused at how strong his son had been, but how he had lived with the feelings for his father for about ten years. He wondered if having to hide those feelings had done any damage to Zan’s development. Had he made the right decisions for Zan? Zak had been practically in a state of shock since his son had come down the stairs that morning and made the earth-shattering declaration. There were so many things racing through his head, but he had tried to just go with what was happening without analyzing everything; he just let things happen the way they would – something he wasn’t used to. Zak’s cock was so hard it hurt all over again, pulling his mind from everything that was flooding in and back to the immediate need for release again. He didn’t care that his cock was again so hard it hurt. It was a beautiful, blissful pain and he wouldn’t change it for anything.

Zan was all roweled up again too. He was actually pretty surprised that his dad was keeping up with him. After all he was twice his age and Zan was a horny teen in the height of his sexual awakening. But he was glad his dad was keeping up with him. He had waited so long for this day and he was going to go until he couldn’t go any more. He was elated, awash with so many feelings. His father had revealed things that Zan didn’t know or didn’t remember both about his own feelings, and about Zan’s behavioral inclinations from a very young age. He really wished that his dad had just started fucking him so many years ago. He was sure that he would have loved it and that it wouldn’t have done anything to hurt him. But, at the same time, he also understood what his dad had explained. He knew that it was a difficult situation and had legal implications as well. He felt good that his dad had praised him for being so strong and mature and holding onto those feelings until he was eighteen. He was also afraid of losing his dad and he would have been devastated if he had been inappropriate and invited legal scrutiny. There were just so many things racing through his mind, but his cock once again demanded attention. Though Zan’s mind continued to swirl, his throbbing member snapped him back to the present, he had momentarily held his breath unconsciously and he sucked air in rapidly to fill his lungs. The new wave of air set off synapses like the finale of a fireworks display and his body shook with the tingling waves that washed over him.

“I want you to fuck my face, Dad” he managed to croak out through the storm of sensation.

His dad let out a deep, almost evil sounding chuckle, “Let’s go back to the bedroom, Son. The best way to do that in my opinion is lying on your back with your head hanging over the edge of the bed. That way, you have clear airways and your neck isn’t being twisted in odd positions.”

“Ok Dad, let’s go!” he grabbed his dad’s hand and pulled him toward the bedroom. Clearly, Zan was anxious to get his dad’s cock deep in his throat.

Zak laughed, putting his arm around his son’s shoulders, and pulling his head down and under his arm playfully pulling him into the bedroom.

“Lie down on your back, Son,” Zak instructed. “Put your shoulders right at the edge of the bed so that your head can move freely. This will open your throat providing a straight path so that it’s easier for you to take my cock all the way in, with as little discomfort as possible, and without straining or causing damage. This can be incredibly erotic, but it can also be uncomfortable, even painful, so let’s do it the right way.”

“See, Dad, that’s one of the reasons that I wanted my first time to be with you. You’re so gentle and you care so much about me and you know the best way to do things to get the most pleasure without causing injury.”

His dad leaned down and kissed Zan, nibbling gently on his bottom lip. He kissed his cheeks and licked and gently bit his ears and then licked, kissed, and sucked his son’s neck and chest. He moved down and chewed gently on his son’s nipples. Zan strained to get ahold of the tip of his dad’s cock so that he could suck it into his mouth.

“Ok, one more thing, Son. I imagine you’ve heard of a safe word, right?”

“Sure Dad. It’s a word that you would never expect to say during sexual play, that you agree is a word that means stop, because I’ve had too much or something is hurting too much.”

“Yep, it is,” he chuckled a little at how much his son already knew. “But, with my cock down your throat, you won’t be able to get a safe word out. So, if something is hurting you, or you’ve had too much, or you just have to breathe, I want you to slap the back of either leg just above my knees. Can you remember that?”

“Sure Dad. No problem.”

“Ok good. The reason I want you to slap your hand there is that while I am fucking your throat, you might get into it and slap my ass. That is just fine and I don’t want that to interrupt us. I like having my ass slapped too, another thing we have in common,” he laughed, “so, you can do that as much as you want. But, if you slap the back of either leg, just above the knee, I will pull my dick out of your throat and check on you.”

Zan laughed, “Oh, so you’re as big a pervert as I am, huh?”

“Oh, you have no idea,” his dad retorted laughing, “but you will before this weekend is over.” A wicked grin crossed his face and a chill literally ran down Zan’s spine. He couldn’t wait.

“Ok Dad. Back of the leg just above the knee if anything is wrong. If something hurts, if I can’t breathe and need to, or anything else, that’s what I do to get you to pull back and take a break.”

“You got it, boy,” Zak growled. “Now open that perty little mouth of yours. I’m gonna fuck your sweet li’l mouth,” he sneered with a deep southern drawl reminiscent of ‘that’ scene from Deliverance. Zak firmly placed his large hand in the center of Zan’s chest above his xiphoid process. The heat from his father’s hand sent a wave of “chills” through Zan’s body. It felt so good having his hand there. He felt secure and safe.

Zan grinned, practically tingling already and opened his mouth wide, “Yes sir!”

“Get your tongue wet and lick my cock boy. Get it wet and slick so that it doesn’t catch and tear skin in your mouth or throat.”

“Yes sir!” Zan swished his tongue around his mouth generating saliva, then started licking the under-side of his dad’s massive tool.

“Yeah, that’s it boy,” Zak’s voice was low and gravelly, quiet but stern. He pushed his cock straight down so that his son could slick up the top of his long shaft. “Gooooood boy. Now suck the head and get it slick.” Zan sucked the head of his dad’s massive schlong into his mouth, swishing it all around coating it with saliva. “Now, gently let your head drop straight back so that it is resting against the side of the bed and open your mouth wide. You don’t need to worry about your teeth, that doesn’t bother me. Ok, get ready, boy, I’m gonna fuck that throat of yours.” Zan was turned on by the rough, gruff, growly guttural sound of his dad’s voice. He rarely heard or saw this side of his dad; usually he was so soft-spoken and gentle with more of a mid-range tone, rarely raised his voice. He reeeeeally liked it. His daddy’s voice seemed to focus on a point deep within Zan and caused his tummy to rumble and his body to quiver, his ass to clench hard and his cock to bounced as if it were a speedbag being pummeled by a prize fighter.

Zak gently slid his long, thick shaft down his son’s throat, gently massaging the boys throat as if to ease the massive schlong through the narrow opening. Zan reached up and put one hand on the center round of each of his dad’s buttocks and then grabbed a handful of ass cheek in each hand. He pulled the handfuls toward his face, signaling his dad that he was ready for more. Zak continued to feed his cock to Zan, gently and steadily, though, until his thick, hard cock was buried all the way down Zan’s throat. Zak watched his cock as it slid through his son’s throat and down into his chest. 

“Fuck that’s hot!” he hissed. The fact that he could see his cock stretching his son’s throat was a real turn on and his cock pulsed. He held his cock deep in his son’s throat until he saw his chest and stomach start to convulse, gasping for air. He pulled his cock back all the way out of his son’s mouth so that he could get a deep gulp of air. He knew that as long as his cock was that far in his throat, even breathing through his nose wasn’t going to supply the boy’s lungs with much needed oxygen. Zan’s lips grabbed for his dad’s cock, and Zak fed his boy his entire cock again, sliding his long, thick cock all the way down his throat. 

“Yeah, boy. Swallow that big hog. Fuck, yeah! Take that cock down your throat!” he growled. Zan’s cock bounced and more crystal clear precum oozed out.

His dad held his cock deep in his throat again until his son started to struggle to breathe. He pulled his cock all the way out again and gave his boy a chance to breathe again.

“Ok boy, you’ve gotten a feel for it. Now, I want you to work on timing ‘cause I’m gonna fuck your face. I’m gonna push my cock all the way in and then pull it all the way out so that you can breathe. I want you to breathe through your nose as I pull my cock out, and then I’m gonna push it back in and pull it back out and I want you to breathe out as I pull out. We’re gonna develop a rhythm so that you can breathe as part of the rhythm. I’m gonna start out slow and speed up once you’ve gotten the rhythm down. You got that boy?”

“Yes sir! I’m ready sir!”

Zak narrated the rhythm to help his son get into it. “Ok, boy, breathe in.” Zan breathed in deeply. Zak shoved his cock all the way into the boy’s throat and immediately began to pull it out. Halfway out, Zak said, “Ok, get ready to breathe out.” As he pulled his cock head into his son’s mouth, he said, “Now.” Zan exhaled through his nose. Zak shoved his cock back into the boy’s throat, immediately pulling it back out. Again, halfway out, Zak said, “Ok, get ready to breathe in.” As he pulled his cock head out of his son’s throat and into his mouth, he said, “Now.” Zan inhaled deeply through his nose. They repeated the process again, a little faster, and as the speed increased, Zak began to skip a stroke – he would signal Zan to breathe every two times he plunged his cock deep into his son’s esophagus. When Zak believed his son had a good grasp of what he needed to do in order to breathe through a thorough throat fucking, he signaled to Zan that he would need to decide when to breathe on his own.

“Alright boy,” he barked, “you’re on your own now.”

“Mmmhmmpf,” was all Zan managed to get out with his dad’s cock down his throat.

Zak increased the speed with which he was shoving his cock in and out of his boy’s throat a little at a time so the boy could adjust. Once he had a good rhythm going, he reached down and pinched his son’s nipples. Zan moaned at the electric signals from the twisting of his nipples shooting through his body. The vibrations from the moans buzzed through Zak’s cock. 

“Oh yeah, fuck, boy! Moan into that cock!” He twisted and pinched his son’s nipples harder, causing him to moan even more. Zan’s cock throbbed and bounced as he took his father’s forceful face fucking and nipple pinching. His two hands still grasped his dad’s buttocks, his fingernails digging into his dad’s fleshy ass cheeks. He wanted to slap his dad’s ass but the sensations had overtaken him and he was holding onto his dad’s bum cheeks for dear life. Zak’s mind was spinning, working on new and wonderful tortures and he had an evil, genius idea. He slowly positioned himself so that he could continue fucking his son’s throat, but at the same time was able to reach down and swallow his boy’s cock. Zan whimpered as his dad swallowed his cock and struggled to maintain his breathing rhythm. His dad wasn’t done though. He positioned his arms so that he could pull them back quickly, capturing his son’s legs in the process, pulling them back as well. This would give him access to Zan’s searing hot hole. 

When he was ready, he pulled off his son’s cock and swiftly pulled his legs back and attacked his well-abused boyhole. Zan continued to moan and struggle to breathe as his dad pounded his throat. Zak took his boy’s balls and gently pushed them into his own fuck tunnel, then continued to lick and suck around his candy ring and nibbled his sac, then swallowed Zan’s cock again. While he sucked his teen son’s cock, he slapped the boy’s tight little starfish, causing it to involuntarily tighten around Zan’s balls, pulling them further into his love cave, eliciting moans and squeals from the teen as he struggled to keep up his rhythm of breathing. His body began to shake from the different sensations. It was an amazing scene. Zak was abusing his boy’s mouth, ass, cock, and balls and Zan was loving every second of it. His dad pulled his feet down and sucked his toes, then went back to his cock, then toes, and then cock. His hands were like windmills of torture, his fingers moving all around. He ran his fingernails up the centers of his feet and then up his son’s sides and across his tummy. Everything he did sent bolts of electricity through the boy’s body. He could feel his own orgasm beginning to build and the precum oozing from his cock told him that Zan was getting close too. He started fucking his son’s throat faster and harder and sucked the teen’s cock even faster. His orgasm built and built and his boy was doing a great job of taking that throat fucking. His son’s tight throat milked his cock and soon he was driven over the cliffs edge. He shoved is cock deep into Zan’s throat, keeping it there as his fuck juice exploded from the head of his thick cock and deep down his son’s gullet. 

Zan couldn’t breathe, and he was beginning to struggle for air, but his dad kept his cock buried deep in his son’s throat as he continued to suck his boy’s cock, moving up and down his shaft rapidly. Zak knew that the lack of oxygen would make the teen’s orgasm more intense, he just needed to be careful as he didn’t want his son passing out. He wanted the boy to be fully alert and aware so that he could enjoy the enhanced orgasm. Zak could feel his son’s cock expanding and suddenly, a massive stream of cum exploded from the boy’s cock. Zak quickly pulled back until Zan’s cock head was in his mouth so that his son’s nectar exploded all over his tongue and mouth. His cum tasted so good and he savored every drop. As the boy’s orgasm peaked, Zak’s cock continued to throb, dispensing more of the salty treat down Zan’s throat, and he held his cock all the way in his son’s esophagus, not wanting to give his son air pre-maturely, before the oxygen deprivation took his climax to a completely new level. However, as the spasms began to slow, Zak eased his cock back out of his son’s throat so that he could breathe. Once his dad’s cock was in his mouth and his airway was again open, Zan sucked air in through his nose, not wanting to let his dad’s dick drop from his mouth. The new air carried the scents of his dad’s sweaty cock and balls, cum, and piss, renewed and intensified by the oxygen deprivation, the delay in breathing caused by his dad’s demanding dick, forced down and held in his throat, enhanced his enjoyment of Zak’s pheromones. The scents were even stronger and more intense, and paired with the fresh cum still trickling out of his dad’s fuck pole into his mouth, the boy’s body was still buzzing, and the fresh rush of stimuli sent another wave of sensory explosions flooding through his body. He shivered as the tingling washed over him, forcing another volley of cum to blast out of his cock and into his dad’s mouth. Zak pushed up and slid down his son’s body kissing him deeply, his son’s cum in his mouth combined with his own cum in Zan’s mouth as they kissed, their tongues sparring for the cum.

Zak rose, and taking his son’s hands, he moved up to the head of the bed. Lying down, he gave both arms a quick, firm but gentle tug and pulled his son up and onto his body. Chest to chest, stomach to stomach and crotch to crotch, Zak loved feeling the weight of his son on top of him. Memories flashed through his mind of Zan lying asleep on his chest as a tiny baby, right on Zak’s heart. Then, he flashed to Zan as a toddler, lying on his chest and stomach, head on his shoulder falling asleep as his daddy read his favorite books. He was pulled back to the present, though, from wandering his memories, as Zan grasped his hands, folding his fingers into his own, he pulled his father’s hands and arms above his head. He kissed his dad passionately, and then dove into his sweaty armpits licking, sucking, and chewing first one and then the other, and then returned to kiss his father again. 

“Fucking hell, Dad!” Zan finally broke the silence. “Fucking hell!”

Zak laughed, “Is that all you can say, Zan? Did I break my sweet boy already?”

Zan laughed incredulously, “Fucking hell, Dad!” He paused. “That was… Jesus! That was…” he was getting distracted from the buzzing of his already hardening cock rubbing against his dad’s dick – which was already beginning to get hard again as well. “Fucking hell, Dad! That was fucking incredible! Fucking hell! Fuck! I’m still buzzing from that! Fuck! I can hardly tell which end is up!”

His dad just laughed, pulling him down he nibbled and kissed his neck and ears. Electricity shot through Zan’s body, causing it to shake from the stimulation. Zan moaned loudly and attacked his dad’s neck, biting and sucking it and licking and kissing it. He licked his dad’s ear and nibbled the lobe and outer ear. Back down to his neck, he licked and sucked across his neck. Directly in the center of his neck, above his Adam’s apple, he sucked and playfully bit down kind-of hard. Then he continued sucking his dad’s neck over to the other side, sucking and biting his neck, and then his ear. He was voracious. Even though he had just experienced a mind-shattering orgasm, it did not drain him of his sexual energy and desire; instead, it just seemed to make him hornier. He didn’t even know it was possible to get hornier than he was. He wasn’t thinking anymore. The animal within him had been unleashed and it had fully taken him over. He was acting on instinct now, not planning what he was going to do, or following some procedure or plan of seduction. He was mindless; nothing but raw urges in motion. He was in control now, not his dad – he was just along for the ride.

Zak moaned loudly. His neck and ears were always very sensitive erogenous zones. This is gonna leave hickies, he thought to himself, chuckling in his mind. He didn’t mind though. He was secure, and didn’t care what other people thought. He would give anyone that made a comment about him having hickies a piece of his mind telling them they were just jealous that his sex was so fucking good it left marks. He almost laughed out loud at that thought. His dick was rock hard again. So was Zan’s and he was grinding and humping that big cock into his dad’s midsection. All of the sweat and cum acted as lubrication and their members slid effortlessly between them as Zan wiggled and humped on top of his dad. He knew that he had unleashed the beast, so-to-speak, by the way Zan was attacking his body. He was tickled that he had been able to work his son up into such a sexual frenzy so quickly and that even after blowing several loads already that day, he was still worked up into that frenzy. Clearly his son had inherited his amazing stamina; he was pleased. 

Zan had moved down and was attacking his nipples, biting, and sucking them with fervor. He licked his way down to his dad’s sweaty crotch and with his nose close, moved around sucking in air. He would take slow deep breaths, inhaling as much of the scent as he could, then exhale deeply. Once his lungs had pushed out all the air they could, he would sniff again, this time with small fast sniffs, which allowed more of the scent to permeate his olfactory glans, processing more of the intoxicating aromas. His eyes were practically crazed as he swallowed his daddy’s dick, pounding up and down, deep-throating the entire shaft again and again. He slammed his face down onto his cock once more, held it for a moment, and then came off of his dad’s rod and moved down to his balls. He licked and sucked the long, flowing, silky sac, chewing on the tender skin. Then, Zan sucked first one of his dad’s big balls into his mouth and rolled it around with his tongue, and then the other. Finally, he sucked both balls into his mouth and swished them around. Forming a tight circle with his lips so that his dad’s nuts wouldn’t come out of his mouth, he then pulled back almost as hard as he could. Daddy moaned again, “Aww, Fuck, Son!” he exclaimed.

Releasing his dad’s nuts, he shoved both of his legs up into the air and slammed his face into daddy’s hot, sweaty bumhole. Sniffing in deeply again, he got a snoot full of his dad’s manly musk. Zan shoved his tongue into his dad’s hot hole as deep as he could, and tongue fucked his love tunnel, alternating tongue fucking and chewing on his hot button. Zan loved eating daddy’s ass, but he was desperate to shove his cock deep up his dad’s fuck sleeve, so he grabbed the lube and coated his cock with the slippery substance, and then poured some onto his dad’s hot rocket dock. Not that he would have, but before Zak had time to object, his son shoved his massive schlong all the way up his dad’s shit chute. Zak groaned loudly. Luckily, he wasn’t a virgin. Had he been, his boy would have torn his hole from here to Halloween. But it was all good. He was practiced, and could take his son’s big, long, thick cock. Zak had been “hosing” his ass out for years – he had a shower hose with a douche attachment that he would use as an enema until his insides were all cleaned out. Zak enjoyed the way the hot water made his ass feel; it felt as if he was getting a good pounding from a big cock – and considering he had practically adopted a policy of celibacy because he didn’t want a parade of men trapsing through the house in front of Zan, the pleasure he got from the attachment was, well, it was undeniably awesome, and Zak loved it. So, he was actually all clean and ready for a good pounding after his shower that morning, though he could never have anticipated the turn his son’s birthday weekend had taken. Zan wasted no time and immediately began to pound his fuck stick in and out of his dad’s hole. He didn’t have any experience or technique and was mostly trying to imitate what Zak had done, but somehow, all boys seem to be programmed with that movement. The hip thrusting, cock plunging movement that all male animals instinctively know, so that the species will continue to procreate and live on. Zan learned quickly as Zak gently gave him tips interspersed with praise and compliments, not to mention an encouraging barrage of filth that could make a sailor blush, as Zak expressed to his son, what an excellent job of pounding Daddy’s ass, good and hard and deep, he was doing!

Zan was a wild animal. He twisted his dad’s nipples while he pounded his manhole. He suddenly had a wicked thought and gently slapped his balls. Zak moaned his approval and Zan slapped them again and again. He grabbed his dad’s ball sac and pulled it taught with the balls under his fist, as he squeezed and pulled harder, stretching his dad’s sac, and putting the squeeze on his balls. Zak groaned again as Zan pulled his dad’s legs up and straight over his shoulder and power-fucked his ass like a jackhammer. 

“Aw, yeah, son! Fuck your daddy’s hot hole! Mmmpf. Fuck! Yeah boy, shove that big cock deep up my gut. Awww yeah. Fuck your dad, Boy! Plant your seed deep up in my ass, Baby Boy! God damn! Fuck you are so goddamn sexy! Such a fucking stud! Oh yeah Zan, fuck me with that big fucking cock!”

Zak’s diatribe of expletives and raunchy talk just added fuel to Zan’s sexually charged fire. He put his face on his dad’s feet and sniffed as he fucked his ass. The scent gave him a rush. A few more thrusts into his dad’s tight hole and he was pushed over the edge. He roared – a veritable yell – as the cum rushed up through his prostate and exploded from his cock. 

“Oh yeah, Son! Breed me! Breed your daddy, Boy! Fill my hole with that sweet seed!”

Zan shoved his cock hard into his dad’s hot, tight hole as far as he could, unloading deep into his gut. He shook and convulsed from the force of the orgasm, moaning, and groaning and growling like a beast. Finally, he collapsed on top of his dad, completely spent. He was so drained he couldn’t push himself back up and just lay there on top of his dad. Zak put his legs up and around his son’s back and wrapped his arms around his neck, pushing his ass up, driving his boy’s cock even deeper inside. He held his son tight, close to his chest, as the boy gasped for air trying to recover from the animalistic craze within which he had just fucked his dad like a rabid beast. They lay there for quite a while, Zak’s arms and legs eventually dropping down, tired from grasping his son, but still touching his boy. Zan’s deflated cock finally, plopped out of his dad’s ass. Zan was finally able to push himself up - wanting to get his dad off too. But he looked down at his daddy’s big dick, only to find a lake of cum sandwiched between their bodies. He looked up at his dad, who grinned approvingly. Zak pulled him up and once again slurped all of the cum and sweat from his boy’s dick, balls, and the surrounding areas. Zan leaned down and licked his dad’s cum up from his chest and stomach. Moving down to his back door, Zan shoved his face between the soft fuzzy peaks and licked and sucked the cum from his hot, sopping fuck hole. Zak licked his own cum from his son’s stomach and chest as his boy eagerly tongued his hole. When all of the cum was cleaned up, Zan moved to kiss his dad. They once again swapped cum as their tongues flicked around. Their chests and cocks pressed together; their legs intertwined. They kissed as their hands continued to explore each other’s bodies until both drifted off, exhausted from the all-day mutual ravaging.

Zak awoke sometime later, his gorgeous boy still asleep next to him. He lay there, just watching his son sleep. The day had ended up so differently than he had originally planned, wonderfully so. Once again so many thoughts were spinning in his head. He couldn’t believe things had taken the turn they did, but he was elated they had. As he watched his son sleep, he couldn’t help but see the sweet little boy that used to lay on his chest as he slept.

"Dad?" He was yanked back to reality, startled by the sound. "Are you ok?"

"Of course," he replied.

"Ok, you just looked..."

"Pensive?"

"Well, I was going to say sad."

"No, not really" he said softly. "I was just watching you sleep, thinking about you, actually. How you used to lay on my chest and fall asleep…” Now Zak struggled to speak. He was choked up, trying to get the words out, but actually having to talk exposed his true feelings. “You’re all grown up... I guess I may have been a little sad because you’re not my little boy anymore...but only a little. All parents feel that way now and then..." His voice trailed off for a moment. "Of course, I am immensely proud of the fine young man you have become. You’ll understand it one day if you have kids, Zan.” He smiled. “Are you ok, Son?"

"Ha! Ok? Hell no! I’m fucking fantastic! I’m better than ever! A little wiped out right now, but I’ll be back to full playing power shortly. You seriously wore the fuck outta me Dad!" he laughed. "I thought I’d wear you out!"

Zak laughed, "Yeah we Mikkelsen men are a force to be reckoned with. That’s probably how I got lucky enough to have you." He chuckled.

"So, you don’t regret having sex with me?" Zan asked sheepishly.

"Oh, Son, no! Never! Not one bit. Are you having second thoughts?"

"No way, Dad!"

"Ok. You don’t need to worry about me, Zan. My only concern is you and how you feel and trying to make sure that I make the right decisions for you. I am good with every decision I make as long as that decision is the best one for you. Honestly, I can’t help but think this decision was for me and not you. I keep trying to justify it; today has been the second-best day in my life and it’s hard to make myself believe that it is best for you when it was clearly my deepest, darkest desire."

"Your second-best day ever? What was your first?"

"The day I brought you home from the hospital," he smiled and kissed his son on the forehead.

"Daaaad!" Zan half whined, embarrassed. "It was the best decision for me, trust me! I’ve wanted this for so long."

"But what about getting out and meeting guys your own age? What about a husband?"

"I don’t know. We’ll see. I’ve got a feeling that I already know the way that’s gonna work out too."

"How’s that, Son?"

"Well, I kinda wasn’t kidding when I said that you had ruined me for everyone else... I mean, I’m not blaming you, Dad. But you and I are different than pretty much everyone else we know, and everyone that I’ve met. You take such great care of me. You make me feel so safe. You encourage me to learn and to be open to everything and everyone, and to be fair in all my transactions. I fell in love with you a long time ago Dad. I don’t have any plans to leave. I mean, I’ll go to school and get a job and all, and if you make me move out, I’ll get my own place. But I haven’t ever met anyone that makes me feel like you do Dad. Today has only proven that beyond the shadow of a doubt."

"Wow, I kinda feel like I should probably be locked up for grooming you to be my fuck toy." He half grinned.

"I’m serious Dad. You said yourself that I was a horny little fucker just like you. And you know I’ve messed around with other boys and that I’m totally grossed out by chicks. I’ve never felt anything like what I felt today with the other guys I messed around with."

"I don’t know what to say, Son. I just don’t want to keep you from blossoming into the man you will be. You are my one and only love and you have been since you were born. I’m also eighteen years older than you add you deserve someone that has a good chance of being around as long as you are. I tell you what. Let’s take things as they come. But if you meet someone that you have a real connection with, I want you to be honest with me and I want you to give things a real chance with him."

"Ok Dad. I really doubt that will happen, but I promise that I will give anyone I really like a fair chance."

"That’s all I can ask. I only want what’s best for you, Son."

"You’re what’s best for me Dad."

“Oh, god, boy, you are one sexy little fucker.” He took a big sniff of his son’s armpit, and then kissed him deeply again. “My god, what did I ever do? How did I ever get to be so lucky to have you as my son?” He pondered the perplexity out loud.

“I don’t know Dad, but I got the same questions. I’m the one that lucked out.” He kissed his dad on the lips and put his forehead against his dad’s.

“Oh, and by the way Son,” Zak said, “I would never make you move out. This is your home and you are wanted. Should you ever decide to get your own place, that is your decision, but never, ever would I make you move out.”

“Thanks Dad.”

“Ok enough of all this sappy talk,” he laughed, kissing his son’s cheek. I gotta admit, you did wear me out a little too. You wanna watch a movie and have a snack?”

“Yeah Dad, let’s have a snack and some more fluids. While I enjoy slurping yours up, I’m definitely dehydrated.”

The two laughed as they headed for the living room and kitchen to make a snack and watch a movie. Zak put a heavy quilt over the couch – he didn’t want his son showering and Zan didn’t want him to shower either, but no need to “funk-up” the couch. He put a movie on and Zan came in with sports drinks and sandwiches. The two scarfed down the sandwiches and downed the sports drinks pretty quickly. Zak flipped a leg over his son’s head, grabbed his arm and pulled him over to him. They were both still naked, and Zak pulled his son’s rear-end plumb up against his cock, then pulled Zan’s back down so that he was lying on his chest. He kissed the top of his son’s head and placed his arm next to his, his hand over his. He was way too big to lie on his dad’s chest, but it felt really nice having his son lying back against his chest again. This was a different kind-of good, his boy, his lover… He still couldn’t believe how the day had turned out.

The movie was an old movie that Zak had liked a lot when he was growing up – a coming of age film that a kid really wouldn’t be interested in watching, but which he thought Zan might like. They had literally fucked and sucked for nearly 12 hours straight. A little rest was welcomed so that they could resume their activities later with the same fervor. They lay there, watching the movie, entangled, naked, snuggled up together and neither one of them moved much at all. They both loved the feeling of being next to each other, naked and entangled – it was almost as good as the sex – almost. When the movie was over Zan turned over and kissed his dad.

“You were right, Dad. It was a good movie. I hate to admit it, but I’m pretty tuckered out.”

“Yeah, well, I am too,” Zak laughed. “I’ve had some marathon sex, but damn near a full 12 hours is a record. Besides, we have another day for this marathon weekend, and, we can pretty much fuck any time we want,” he leaned forward and hugged his son tight, kissing his neck and ears. “Tell you what, why don’t we go to bed,” he invited, “It’s been a long time since my bed has seen that hot little ass,” he chuckled.

Zan laughed too. “Oh, I’m all for that,” he grinned from ear to ear. He couldn’t wait to hop into bed with his dad.

“No shower, at least for now,” his dad ordered. “We might get to a point where we gotta shower tomorrow, but, we ain’t there yet. I wanna smell you all night long you sexy dirty little fucker,” he flashed his son an evil grin. He needed to sleep but his cock was already stirring again.

“Likewise, Dad. So fucking amazing. Hey, wait a minute – is that why you always made me take a bath every night?”

“Hah! Man…you’re a smart little fucker, aren’t you?” he laughed. “Yes Zan. That is one of the reasons that I made you take a bath every night. I loved the sweet clean smell of you when you were a little boy, which is pretty much universal among parents. Kids and babies are their own special drug, again, a smell like no other. My theory is that babies and children also emit certain pheromones which cause adults to be enamored with them in a loving, nurturing way.”

“As you entered puberty, when the hormones and pheromones kicked in, it sent me into overdrive and it became difficult for me to keep my hands to myself. As you got older, the more I smelled your sexy little body, the harder it was to keep my hands off of you. Smelling your armpits and your delicious sweaty sneaker feet would set me a buzzing. And believe me, I let it go on as much as I could because I did love smelling your horny teenage boy aromas. I was just so worried that I would fuck up and be inappropriate with you…You wiggling on my cock as a child was one thing, but with the pheromones kicking in, there was chemical interference – literally like a drug – and you saw today, and felt for yourself, the power of pheromones. That wasn’t the only reason though, I also wanted, and needed, to instill in you the importance of good hygiene, and also the importance of cleanliness and smelling good when you leave the house for other people’s comfort, and so that others don’t tease you or say bad things about you behind your back. But, now that you’re eighteen, when you’re home and not going out, you are free to hold off on showers as long as you don’t get nasty dirty,” he laughed again.

“Fuck Dad! I’m hard again! Every time you start telling me about some aspect of my childhood that got you going, it gets me going.” The urgency in his voice was telling. His arousal was already fully engaged and he had to cum again.

“Jesus, boy, you are definitely my son,” Zak just laughed. “He pushed his hard cock against his son’s back. We’re both hard again, you sexy little devil you. Guess we’re not going to sleep yet.”

“Awww Fuck Dad! You’re hard too!” Zan practically cackled with excitement.

“Let’s go to the bedroom, bud. This time, we’re gonna flip fuck – we’re going to fuck each other before we cum – a little mutual multiple pleasures,” he laughed, “and then we’ll finish each other off in a sixty-nine, ’cause now I’m gonna swallow one more of your loads before I go to sleep tonight.”

Zan laughed, “Let’s go you dirty horndog!”

The two got up and put things away, turned off the television, and headed into Zak’s bedroom. Zak yanked back the covers and hopped onto the bed, lying on his back, feet in the air, he said, “Give it to me boy!”

“Oh, I’m gonna give it to you good old man. I’m gonna give it to you reeeeeaaal good.”

Zan scooted up to his dad’s ass on his knees, bent down and dove face first into his musky cavern. He licked and sucked, chewed, and slobbered all over his dad’s hole. He then rose up and lined his cock head up with his well-fucked hole. Since it was loosened up from the day’s activities, he said, “get ready you dirty ol’ fucker!” and shoved his cock all the way into his dad’s hole.

“Oh fuck!” Zak yelled, “Easy there boy!” he laughed, “You’ll tear my asshole clean out if you’re not careful.”

“You can take it you dirty slut,” Zan retorted, “I know you’re a big gang bang slut that used to take the whole football team after a won game!” He quickened his pace, slamming his large fuck pole into his dad’s still-tight hot love tunnel. His dad moaned, arching his back, and taking his son’s large schlong as deep up his gut as he could. “Oh yeah! You take that big cock! Open that team’s slut hole up and give me your hot tunnel of love, Dad!” 

“Oh Shit! Mmmm. Yeah! Fuck my clacker boy! Uungh! How the fuck do you know about that, you sneaky little fucker?” Zak blurted out in surprise in between the grunts and moans caused by the deep and hard plowing his hole was taking.

“Let’s just say you didn’t always do a good job of keeping your voice down when you were talking to friends on the phone, reminiscing about the ‘good ol’ days,’” he snickered. “I got an ear full a few times and I blew more than a couple of loads listening to your hot stories.” He slapped his dad on the ass several times. “Yeah, you’re a bad daddy aren’t you!”

“Awww Fuck! Yeah! Fuck your dad’s hot man pussy you little stud! Mmmph! Holy shit! I can’t believe you heard us talking! I was always so careful to try to make sure you were asleep and didn’t hear me talking about that stuff. Mmmngh! Fuck!” He pushed his son back, his cock shooting out with a loud slurping, sucking sound. He flipped up, grabbed Zan by his upper arms and pulled him down onto his back. “Fuck, boy! You almost had me cumming with all that talk and that furious pounding. Now I’m gonna fuck you silly!”

“Awww yeah Daddy, shove that fucking rod up my hot fucking shitter! Fuck me like the football team fucked you after they won a game!”

Zak bent down and munched down hard on Zan’s puffy ass-lips. Zan howled as his dad face fucked his tight hole, shoving his tongue deep in his candy ring, biting on his already abused button and sucking the boy’s entire o-ring into his mouth.

“Oooooh!” Zan moaned, his voice going up two octaves. “Awww fuck Daddy! Goddamnit! Fuck! Oh yeah Daddy you eat your son’s fucking boy pussy!”

After a little more biting and sucking and licking, Zak straightened back up and aimed his huge fuck stick right into his boy’s fuck hole. “Turnabout is fair play, boy!” And with that, he shoved his long, thick cock deep up Zan’s gut. “Ooooh, yeah! Fuck that is one fucking tight goddamn hole! Shit boy! I wanna keep my dick buried in that hot fucking ass all the time!” He began to jackhammer his boy’s love tunnel fast and hard, slamming his cock as far up his son’s gut as he could with each stroke.

“Ooooh! Oooh!” Zan moaned in falsetto visibly lost in utter ecstasy.

“Awww fuck yeah boy! You take Daddy’s big cock!”

“Oooh! Fuck me, Daddy!”

“Oh Yeah, I’m gonna fuck you so good you won’t be able to sit down for a week boy!”

“Oooh! Ooooh Daddy!”

“Oh, fuck yeah! I’ll teach you to listen in to my phone calls boy! Mmmm! Fuck yeah!”

Zak slapped his son’s bum cheeks several times each, then continued to slap them both until they were bright red.

“There, how do you like that, Boy? Was it worth listening in on Daddy’s calls?”

“Oooh! Ooooh! Yes! Daddy! Oh! I love you! I love you, Daddy!”

“Oh fuck! I’m getting’ close again!” Zak barked as he yanked his hips back, ripping his cock from the boy’s stretched and twisted bumhole. Zan looked shocked at the lightning-fast removal of his dad’s fat cock. He felt empty after being so full of cock. Zak flipped over and around, shoving his cock in Zan’s mouth as he swallowed his boy’s dick, sucking his cock voraciously, moving rapidly up and down the shaft, sucking good and hard. He grabbed the teen’s balls and pulled them out away from his body.

“Mmmph! Mmm!” Zan moaned into his dad’s dick as it snaked its way in and out of his throat.

Zan’s hands both went to his dad’s bum cheeks, pulling his hips in toward his face, trying to get as much of daddy’s dick as he could into his mouth, and forcing it deep down into his throat. When the boy relaxed his grip on his bum cheeks, Zak took that as a signal to pull his cock back out, and once he had taken a breath, Zan would pull his ass back down, smacking his dad’s fuzzy bum now and then, right square in the middle of the soft flesh of his cheeks.

“Mmm! Mmmph!” his dad moaned right back into his boy’s cock with each slap.

It didn’t take long with all the extra stimulation, and both men were on the brink, at which point all it took was a quick slap on Zan’s cute little teen butt cheeks, and the tingling ball of energy that was forming in his prostate, exploded and his cock followed suit. Zan’s cock filled his dad’s mouth with his sweet seed. However, he didn’t have to wait for his own reward, because Zak was right there in sync with his son, and the moment Zan slipped over the precipice into his orgasm, his own mouth was filled with his dad’s cream. They both swallowed their respective loads and slowing their rhythmic sucking, each gave one last gentle suck swirling their tongues around each other’s cocks, cleaning the cum off as they let the cocks dislodge from their mouths. They were both completely drained and beyond exhausted. Zak carefully pushed up and off his son’s limp body, flipped around once more and lying down next to his son, put his left arm under his head, and cradled him up next to him, back to chest, cock to ass. He kissed the back of his son’s neck and intertwined his legs in his son’s.

“Fuck!” Zak whispered. “I love you, Zan. I love you so very much.”

“I love you too, Dad. I couldn’t have asked for a better birthday. You’ve made me the happiest boy in the galaxy. Thank you, Daddy. Thank you for validating my feelings and for fucking me silly and letting me return the favor and…” his voice trailed off.

“Oh, you’re very welcome, Son. But I should be thanking you. I never would have imagined that my fantasies of making love to you would ever come true.” He kissed the back of his son’s neck again and again, leaning up he continued to kiss around his neck and up his cheek. Zander turned his head toward his dad’s kisses, their lips meeting as they kissed again, gently, lovingly. Zan’s head slowly slipped back down to the pillow as he succumbed to the exhaustion. Zak kissed his cheek and neck and the back of his head as his own head hit the pillow. As Zak drifted off, he felt his dick throb into Zan’s tight little butt cheeks. Mmm, he thought, wait ‘til I wake you up boy…I can’t wait to teach you the next lesson…and shove my cock up your tight little ass and fuck you awake. He grinned to himself in his mind. That is going to be one amazing fuck. With that, he was unconscious and both men drifted off, a much-needed respite from the day’s draining activities.

Several hours later Zak awoke. Zander was still asleep next to him and for a moment he was overwhelmed with emotion. He got close to his son and inhaled deeply, wanting to relish his son’s musk. Fuck! he thought. Goddamn that is so fucking good! He lifted the covers gently wanting to get a whiff of the heated, smoldering man-scents. He inhaled deeply again. A rush of electricity zapped through his body and his cock throbbed to full attention. Is that…piss? he thought. He inhaled again deeply. It is! That little shit pissed the bed! His cock throbbed again. Oh yeah, I’m gonna fuck that boy silly. He grabbed some lube and slicked up his cock and then carefully squirted lube into his son’s ass. He lay still for a moment listening to Zan breathe – he wanted to make sure he was really asleep. His breath was deep and even. Zak was sure that his son was still sound asleep. He had pulled his hips back to lube his cock, and now gently aimed his cock right at his son’s sleeping hole. He gently and slowly pushed his cock into his boy’s hole just a little, pulling it back and pushing in a little more. He continued pushing deeper and deeper in and after six or eight strokes, his cock was hitting bottom. Zan started to moan as his dad’s cock pushed in and out of his abused hole. Zak put his arms around his son and pulled him close. He kissed Zan’s neck as he stirred and began to wake up.

“Mmmmmph,” Zan moaned, “Fuck Dad! You are one horny motherfucker! Mmmmph. Fuck yeah! Fuck my hole Daddy!”

“Mmm,” Zak growled in Zan’s ear, “you pissed the bed, you bad boy.”

The boy laughed, “I knew you’d like that, Dad, but I didn’t think you’d really fuck me while I was sleeping! Mmmph!”

Zak inhaled deeply, “Rrrrr…” he let out a very low, guttural growl. Continuing in that deep, guttural voice he growled, “Fuck! Boy! Goddamn! Fuck!! I’m at a loss for fuckin’ words.” He bit and sucked his son’s neck, losing all sense of restraint, unwittingly giving the boy a dark hickey low on his neck. He bit and sucked hard, at the same time flicking his tongue over the skin trapped between his sharp teeth. Zan moaned continuously, even giving growling a try. He liked the big, deep vibrations that the growling sent through his body. Apparently, his dad liked the growling too, as the suction increased on his neck. Zan felt as though his father was consuming him through the bite on his neck, but then filling him back up through the massive pole sliding in and out of his love cave. Slowly and gently, with a constant, even rhythm, he fucked his boy’s tight hole.

With his free hand, Zak grasped the front of his son’s neck and gently squeezed as he continued to bite, lick, and suck the same spot on his neck. His hand moved down and he gently pinched his son’s nipples and firmly rubbed his free hand up and down his chest and tummy. He reached down and palmed his balls gently rubbing them, digging his fingers deep into the creases of his leg and crotch, stroking the boy’s cock and gently scratching his fingers into his son’s short bush. He pulled his free hand up, sniffing the musk from the boy’s cock and balls. He kept inhaling as much of the sweet piss aroma as he could. Sticking his fingers under his son’s arm he wiped around the smoldering, sweaty pit and pulled his hand back up to his nose. He snorted the boy’s scent as if it were a highly addictive drug. The boy’s musky scents lit his entire body on fire. Once again, he felt a desperate urge to consume his son, completely envelop him, to merge with his being and become one single entity. 

Zak continued to growl as he huffed the boy’s bodily perfumes, each snort heightening his fervor. He released his clenched jaw from his son’s neck, sending a sharp shock through Zan’s body. But Zan was also fully engulfed in the debauchery; the raw, animalistic sexual fervor and instead of hurting, the pain sent a wave of electricity through his body. His cock pulsed and precum flowed freely from the engorged bright pink glans. His dad continued to lick and suck up his son’s neck to his ear, shoving his tongue into the boy’s ear, sucking in his ear lobe, and biting down on the lobe and his outer ear. He could have been some alien brain sucker the way he tongued his son’s ear and sucked the lobe and cartilage of the outer ear. It seemed his tongue was attempting to burrow directly into the boy’s head in order to suck out his brain. Zan was limp in his father’s arms; a lump of burning hot, fleshy clay, musky and sweaty, ready for his father to mold him into whatever he wanted. The only movement his body made was the rhythmic push of his ass back to meet the thrust of his dad’s dick, pushing the long schlong deeper still into his body. With each thrust, the head of his hog seemed to push a button deep within Zan. Each push of that button would make him shudder involuntarily, and crystal clear precum would throb out of his rock-hard rod, the big wet spot on the bed expanding with each volley.

Zander was close. He was teetering on the edge of an abyss which seemed to be creeping up, blanketing him. Every cell in his body was vibrating. Zak was close too, but he knew that the slow, even pace would cause the orgasm to build slowly, causing his son to be entranced by the sensations. He didn’t expect it to cause him to be so entranced, but he was as well. With all of the musky boy-funk, and the heat, and the sweat, the silky-smooth lining of the boys love tunnel, he too felt as though he were on a precipice, hanging on for dear life. As his cock continued to violate the boy’s inner-most sanctum, Zan began to shake. It seemed that button deep within him had gotten stuck and the flood gates burst. He was no longer just shuddering, he was convulsing, shaking violently. His tight boy tunnel clamped down on his dad’s hot sausage and sucked it in deeper. He clamped down so tight, that there was no way Zak could withdraw his member without potentially causing an injury to the boy’s innards. Just as Zan began to wail in a very high-pitched squeal, his own hog erupted in a volcano of semen surpassing all of the other orgasms of the previous day. The hard squeezing, sucking action, paired with the violent vibrations from his son’s convulsions, ripping his cock back and forth and slamming it into the walls of the slick, steamy shaft also pushed Zak off the precipice. His own cock exploded deep within the boy’s body, spraying every surface with searing hot spunk. Zak roared as he involuntarily pushed forward as hard as he could, shoving his unloading log as deep into his son as it would go. The explosion was so forceful Zan could feel the searing hot liquid slamming into the walls of his love tunnel. He felt his dad’s cock pulsing as each salvo of cum blasted from the tip of his cock. That was fucking amazing, he thought. The force of his own orgasm was so great, the cum blast actually bounced off the bed and sprayed out all over the sheets. Had his cock not been pointing down at the bed, without doubt, the wall and floor would have been covered with the slick, syrupy substance.

As the duo began to come down from the extreme arousal high that both men enjoyed from the intensely carnal encounter, Zak pushed his hips close to his son’s ass keeping his cock inside. Again, he hugged Zan tightly and nuzzling his face in the back of his neck, kissed his neck and whispered, “I love you, my sweet prince.” The two drifted back off to sleep. Sometime later, Zak awoke to his once again stiff member throbbing deep within his son’s rectum. Slowly he began to fuck his pole in and out of Zan’s raw, abused hole. Except for his ass and hips moving his dick in and out of his son’s back door, he didn’t move. He continued to hug Zander close to him, legs intertwined, chest and stomach pressed solidly against his boy’s back. With all the cum still inside the boy, his fuck stick easily moved in and out of the boy’s searing hot man-snatch. Zan moaned in his sleep, but it seemed in his exhaustion, Zak was actually going to be able to fuck the boy without waking him up. He kept his face pressed into the boy’s spine, slowly inhaling as many of the scents around him as he could. The piss smelled stronger. He wasn’t sure if Zan had pissed the bed again, or if it had grown more pungent encased in the covers, and heated by the body heat of the two hot studs. Either way, it was a wonderful aroma and he just sucked it in. He caught whiffs of the boys armpits and crotch as he slowly and rhythmically fucked his son’s ass. As many times as he had cum that day, he wasn’t sure he would be able to cum again so soon, but it didn’t take long and he was filling the boy’s ass with another load of cum. He nuzzled his face into the back of his son’s neck as he unloaded in the boy’s ass. He inhaled his boy’s scents and then held his breath. He saw stars from the intense orgasm. He couldn’t even remember how many times he had cum that day, but every orgasm seemed to become more intense. Zander seemed to sleep right through it. The poor boy had taken pounding after pounding and had given as good as he had gotten, but clearly, he was beat. Zak chuckled to himself, proud that he had been able to thoroughly wear out his son, in the height of the boy’s sexual awakening, though he was twice his age. He lay there in disbelief at the turn the day had taken and how many times he and his son had cum, and as his hose drained into his boy’s ass, Zak drifted off again and he didn’t wake until the morning.

Zak awoke to his fingers being sucked by his son. The boy hadn’t wanted to budge from the cocooned spot, intertwined with his father’s arms and legs, but he was clearly still randy as fuck. Zak kissed the back of the boy’s neck, and then licked from as low as he could reach down the boy’s neck, right up to his hair line. Zan shivered.

“Good morning you sexy little devil you,” he growled as he licked and playfully bit at the back of his son’s neck. “How did you sleep last night, Son?”

“Mornin’ Dad,” the boy responded, “I haven’t slept so well in years…Except for this horny fucker that kept fucking me while I was asleep, waking me up,” he teased. “Boy, that was…that was just fucking awesome!” he practically giggled with glee. “It was fucking hot as hell! What the fuck made you think of that, Dad?”

“Glad to hear you liked it,” his dad chuckled. “Oh, I just figured you would like it since I love getting fucked awake more than almost anything else – well, at least until this weekend,” he snorted. So, you have carte blanch permission to do whatever you want and that includes fucking me when I’m asleep.”

“Fuck! You dirty bastard!” the boy exclaimed. “Every time I think I’ve gotten a good sexucation, I get your cock a new way! Jesus fucking Christ that was fucking hot!”

“Did I wake you up the second time I fucked you last night?” Zak asked.

“What?! You fucked me twice last night? Fuck, Dad! Naw, I only remember the one time. Jesus! Raping your own little boy while he’s sleeping?!” He joked. “Fuck, I can’t believe you fucked me again and didn’t wake me up, Dad! That is fuckin’ insanely hot!”

“Well, you were pretty beat. And if you sum up the added stress before you told me, something I bet you’d been thinking about a lot as your eighteenth birthday approached, it’s really no surprise. That and the fact that I’m such a dirty ol’ pervert,” he laughed. “Believe me, I’m as surprised as you are. This is definitely a record for me, but I can’t help it. I’ve got this sexy-ass fuckin’, fantastically nasty little horn dog lying next to me, who seems hell-bent on hooking me in with as many chemical attractants as he can, in addition to his fucking sexy-ass body.” Zak laughed again. “Jesus, boy! I couldn’t have custom-ordered a better lover from a catalogue! I can’t believe you even pissed the bed! I guess you inherited the chemical impact of those pheromones and musky body scents from me. Jesus! You are my wonderfully nasty little baby boy. My god I love you, Son!” He squeezed his son with a big bear hug.

Zan looked up at his dad like a star-struck little boy smitten over his favorite movie star. “I love you, Dad. I can’t believe I was so scared. I can’t believe I didn’t trust you to love me regardless.” He started to choke up again.

“Awww, Son, quit beating yourself up.” He kissed the back of Zan’s neck again. “You’ve done that for far too long already. Forgive yourself and move on. There are so many wonderful things for me to teach you, and for us to experience together. Besides, maybe it’s my fault. Maybe I didn’t tell you often enough that nothing that you could ever say or do could change my love for you. Take a page from my book, Son. I try not to regret anything, and I certainly try to ensure that I don’t dwell on it even if I have a moment of regret. You can’t change the past, so it’s wasted energy. Focus on the here and now and on the future. That is the only thing you actually have a chance of impacting.” He kissed his son on the forehead.

“I guess that’s a good point. How’d you get so smart, Dad?”

“Well, I’m pretty sure it had something to do with having a baby boy to take care of while I was still practically a boy. I had to grow up quickly, and I made mistakes. But I had to move past them quickly because I had that little baby boy that depended on me for everything.” He smiled. “So, if I did something the wrong way, or made a mistake, I didn’t have time to dwell on it. I couldn’t undo it anyway, so the best I could do was learn from it and make sure I didn’t do it again. See, you started making me a better person before you could even walk.”

Zander blushed. Zak squeezed him tightly and kissed the back of his head again.

“To quote Bryan Adams, ‘Everything I do, I do it for you.’”

Zan faked disgust, “Awww Dad, you were doing so well. Why’d ya have to go and quote a song? You know it’s as bad as a pun.”

“I’ll have you know there’s a song for every occasion, Boy,” he grinned.

Zan rolled his eyes. 

“So. Is your ass so sore yet that you can’t sit down or walk? Or are you ready for some more fun today?” Zak asked his son.

“It’s not really sore, Dad. You were so gentle, and you opened me up and got me used to everything. Nothin’ hurts, but it is a little hyper-sensitive – especially after two additional fucks last night!” he feigned annoyance.

“Oh, I’ve got something that will help with that,” his dad chuckled. He pulled out a vape pen. “Now, you know that I don’t want you using cannabis products of any kind of a regular basis until after you are at least twenty-five because of the studies showing that cannabis use prior to that age can stunt brain development. However, we’ll call this medical use. I have a blend that I found helps to ease that hyper-sensitivity.” He set the vape pen down on the bed-side table. “We’ll take a couple of puffs of this before we get back into it.”

Zak slipped down under the covers and before Zan could protest, he had shoved his face between the boy’s ass cheeks and was licking and sucking the sensitive pucker. Zan immediately moaned a loud falsetto moan. He clearly needed a little bit of a break before his dad invaded his hole again. Zak slipped back up and kissed his son gently on the lips.

“Kidding. I’m kidding,” he snickered. “I just wanted a little taste of that cum-filled boyhole real quick-like.” He put his right hand on his son’s left cheek and kissed him again. “So, we should go grab a little sustenance while we take a little breather.” He stuck his nose under the boy’s armpit and took a deep sniff, “Mmm, Fuck!” he declared. He pulled Zan, rolling him onto his back and diving under the covers again on all fours, shoved his nose in his son’s balls, sniffed again, then did the same thing with his trimmed bush. “Mmm! Fuck! Yeah, I still don’t want you to shower. Goddamn boy, you just keep getting better!”

Not to be outdone, Zan lunged for his dad’s sloppy, sweaty ass, shoved his face in and while he inhaled deeply, he shoved his tongue in his dad’s hot hole, moaning as the musky pheromones jump-started his arousal again.

Zak let out a half-moan and half-growl, “Fuck, boy!” his dad practically shouted, “Damn!”

Zan continued snorting his dad’s scent, and pushing off the headboard, slipped under his dad’s crotch and shoved his nose up under his balls, sniffing deeply and then sucking both balls into his mouth. He growled as the scents blasted through his body like fireworks. Once again, he then pushed off the headboard, moving further under his dad just a bit, and swallowed his sweaty cock – still slick with cum and his own ass juices. Swallowing the cock all the way down to the mound, he inhaled deeply again. As the musky aromas cascaded over his being, he growled again. He couldn’t control when he was forced into those falsetto moans, but he really liked the feeling of growling. Pushing off the headboard again, he lined himself up with his dad’s armpits and lunged up into his left pit. Inhaling deeply, he got a snoot full of the manly musk, and the proceeded to suck and bite the armpit. Then he pushed off one last time stopping with his face looking up at his dad’s. He leaned up and kissed his dad, both dad and son inhaling the mix of fragrant musks as their pheromones mingled.

“Ok,” Zak said finally as he gave his son a gentle smack on his half-exposed ass cheek, “let’s go make some breakfast.”

Zan winced and squealed, “Ow!”

Zak just grinned as he pulled his well-used boy up off the bed and put his arm around him as they walked out of the room to the kitchen.

While Zak started heating the griddle and a couple of pans on the stove, Zan grabbed a cushion and placed it on the chair before he sat down. Zak caught the movement from the corner of his eye and chuckled, “Are you sure you’re up for more? You’re looking like you’re nursing your ass right now with that cushion.”

“I’m sure.” Zan retorted matter-of-factly. “I’ve been waiting so long for this, that I want you to fuck me until I can’t sit down!”

“Damn, boy,” Zak laughed, “You are either one horny little fucker, or a real glutton for punishment…or both!”

“Oh, I’m pretty sure it’s both,” Zan giggled. “So, Dad,” Zan hesitated, “since it’s my birthday weekend, are you still taking special requests?” He half looked away, glancing back to see what his dad’s reaction was.

Zak just laughed out loud, “It doesn’t have to be your birthday for special requests, Zan. I’ll take special requests or normal requests from you any time – you should know that.”

Zan blushed a little and looked sheepishly at his dad.

“It’s just that, I’ve had this fantasy for a long time,” Zan said quietly, seeming a bit embarrassed. “I always tried my hardest in school. I never wanted to let you down, or do anything but my best…” he paused for a moment. “You made me want that for myself, and to please you...” Another pause. “But I used to fantasize about bringing my report card home and having less than acceptable grades… and that you would… Well, you would be so angry that you yanked my pants down around my ankles, pulled me onto your lap and blistered my little butt…” The boy sighed involuntarily as if a weight had been lifted from his chest. Zak spotted the raging hard-on that Zan tried to hide behind his arm.

“So, you want to bring me a bad report card and you want me to beat your little butt, huh?”

“Yes Sir,” the boy choked out.

“Well, then after breakfast you should get dressed for school.” Zak bit his tongue to keep from laughing. “You can get a shower if you want – if that will make things more real for you. Of course, I’m partial to you puttin’ your clothes on and just pretending you took a shower.” He turned and winked at his boy. Zak walked over with two plates piled high with waffles, sausage, and eggs. “Eat up, bud, you’re going to have to hurry and get ready for school,” he said as he sat a plate in front of Zan, kissing him on the top of the head and then sitting down next to him.

Zan looked back at his dad and grinned, “Ok, Dad!”

The two took their time eating so that the food would digest properly and they wouldn’t eat too much. With a day of play ahead, no one wanted complications. Zan finished eating, put his dishes in the dishwasher and kissed his dad on the cheek.

“I’m gonna go up and get dressed so I don’t miss the bus, Dad,” he said.

A few minutes later, Zan came back downstairs dressed to go to school.

“Okay Dad, I gotta run or I’m gonna be late.”

“Alright, Son. Be careful, and have a great day at school! I love you, Zan!”

“Thanks, you too, Dad! Bye! I love you!”