Date: Thu, 19 Jul 2012 13:23:10 -0700 (PDT) From: Tom Dickson Subject: How My Son's Made Me Their Bitch-Chapter 5 How I Became A "Special" Boy Disclaimer: This is a role play fantasy about father & son, sub/dom. All characters are portrayed to be legal, consenting adults and this story in no way condones or encourages incest or sex with minors. If you are not a legal adult, please read no further. If you are offended by themes of incest, this story is not for you. You have been warned. I came from the father of a man's man; tough, rugged and beautifully masculine with dark Italian features and a permanent 4 o'clock shadow; that was my Dad. My 2 older brothers were perfect reflections of my Dad too; both sharing in his dark looks and muscular physic (though thinner) and they were on track to be just like him. I was the odd man out, so to say. I looked like my Dad and my brothers, but never felt like I was totally on the same wave length as them. They could all talk about girls together, be equally as excited about a football game that was coming on T.V. I was a good pretender, but those things never quite made me as excited as it seemed to make them. My Dad was an extreme chauvinist and he found "the woman "(my mom) that fit with his traditional values (as he called them). I thought he was out of step with the times and I really hated how he degraded women, from little comments he would make about women in politics to the expectations of my mother that she make dinner every night and bring him a beer when he came home. My mom never complained and seemed perfectly happy in that role. Sometimes I wished she would just tell him off or tell him to get his own damn beer, but she never did. She absolutely loved him in every way. Maybe it was because Dad was extremely romantic and would do really awesome things for her too, like buy her a new car on her birthday or take her around the world on trips to countries she always wanted to visit. He loved her deeply, I had no doubt about that, though he still thought women had their proper place and that was to serve men. I explain this only because it is important in understanding my Dad and his thought process when it came to me. I was always treated like my brothers. He expected us to be hard working, athletic, tough and to share his chauvinistic view on women and men. Men were the providers and it was our responsibility to take care of women as he felt he was doing. That meant we had to do well in school so we could get high paying jobs and we also had to know how to take care of ourselves in a fight. Dad's extreme chauvinism was matched only by his homophobia. Dad thought of gays as a bunch of feminine queens that marched in parades. He didn't consider them men, because to do so would have challenged his belief that real men were supposed to be like he was. He wasn't mean to gay people though. We had a barber who cut all of our hair, and he was very obviously gay. Dad was very nice to him, but almost a little too nice and I didn't understand a first. When Dad interacted with his straight guy friends, it was all rough and touch, and macho stuff. With the gay guy, he essentially treated him like he was dealing with a women (minus the flirting part). I tucked these observations away, becoming more interested in my Dad's behavior as I got older. My brothers and I had always shared a bathroom so it was common for us to be naked together. But at some point, I became very interested in my both of my brother's genitalia and their bodies. Because we were all athletic and competitive, we always tried to outdo one another, comparing bicep sizes and the hair on our bodies. Every one of us wanted to be as hairy and muscular as our Dad, who we had all seen naked many times. Nudity was never a taboo in our house, being all guys except Mom. She'd seen all of us so we never felt intimidated to be naked around her either. What I didn't realize at first was that I really looked forward to shower time and all of us being naked together and horsing around, which often involved wrestling matches with our bodies rubbing against each other and the occasional grabbling of each other's balls and asses. On more than one occasion, one of us would spring a boner, but we thought nothing of it. We'd all seen each other's hard- ons on numerous mornings plus we'd often catch each other jacking off in the shower or in our rooms. Each of us was fortunate to have our own room since we had a huge house. Dad thought nothing of it when he would catch us jerking off. He never acted awkward or embarrassed. He would look you right in the eye when you had your cock in your hand, say whatever he needed and then close the door. I always admired him for that. "Just boys being boys" he'd said on numerous occasions. Mom was always more careful to knock, but Dad didn't care. He'd come from a family himself with several brothers so he knew what to expect when young men and hormones were involved. I was always a little excited when Dad would catch me, I have to admit. We'd all had the sex talk with Dad too. One of the first things he told us was about masturbation and that it was natural and that he did it too. He also told us about girls and getting them pregnant and more importantly, how not to. He gave us each a stash of condoms and told us to let me know if we needed more. He also warned us about the expiration date and to always check. He was adamant that we protect ourselves from causing an unwanted pregnancy or catching a disease. We also had access to his porn collection, though he told us that was between us guys and not to tell mom about it. He only had two rules, keep it secret from Mom and put it back when you're done. This was prior to the age of instant porn on the internet, so we all still relied on magazines and VHS. None of us, except Dad, had a VHS player, so we'd usually get a magazine from the garage (hidden in a drawer of his tool box) and we'd sneak it into our rooms. Dad was a regular subscriber to Playboy and Hustler, so he usually had new issues. He also had a couple of raunchier ones with actual sex going on and a deck of sex cards, which were my favorites. I realized they were my favorites because they showed a lot of men with hard cocks. The joker was a cock with a women's mouth licking it. It was hot! So little by little, I began to realize I was different. I still couldn't admit that I was gay. I thought of it merely as sexual exploration and curiosity. My brothers also horsed around naked and got hard-ons. I guess the difference was that I looked forward to those times, to rubbing against them, to seeing them jerking off and seeing them naked in the bathroom. I also wanted to see my father naked more often and started making more frequent trips to his bedroom when he was showering, pretending to need this or that from his bathroom. I never thought my Dad noticed and he seemed completely oblivious to my fascination. He would get out of the shower when I was in there and towel himself in front of me without thinking anything about it, while carrying on a conversation with me. My visits increased and it was common for me to see my Dad once or twice a week while he was showering. I just couldn't help myself. Here was a man that I loved and respected (minus he archaic views) with a body that my sexual dreams were made of. His body was muscular, developed and covered with dark thick hair all over, from his legs to his chest and an extra thick, full dark patch around his cock, which hung down and rested on two very large balls. I loved everything about seeing him naked, from the visual beauty to the smell of his deodorant and soap mixed with his natural scent. I longed to be closer with him, but I didn't know why. One day something unexpected happened. I'd gone to Dad's bedroom as usual and he was just getting ready for his shower. He had just taken off his underwear and was standing nude in front of me. "Do you want to join me son," he said. I was taken aback and stuttered something about "taking one later." " No, come on, it'll be fun. Shower's plenty big for both of us, plus you can leave your brother's some hot water," he said. His tone indicated he would book no refusal. "O.K." I said, trying to sound casual, though not feeling casual about it at all. I didn't really understand why Dad wanted me to shower with him, but I couldn't think of a good reason to say no, giving the fact that I had been visiting him showering a couple of times a week. I closed his bedroom door and took off my tee-shirt and athletic shorts and boxers. Dad turned on the water, adjusted the temperature and got in. I stepped into it, my heart pounding a little. The dual shower was plenty large. I could only imagine my Dad in here with Mom and what they did, though she usually preferred baths from what she said. We talked and showered together, just two guys, nothing unusual. I was trying not to stare at Dad too much, but the occasional temptation to look as his cock and balls was just too much to completely avoid. Dad caught me once or twice looking down at him, but didn't say anything about it. Dad handed me his bar of soap and asked me to get his back. He turned around, his round, firm, slightly hairy ass, facing me and I applied soap to his muscular back and shoulders. I couldn't help admiring his body and I started to get a hard-on after my hands caressed his wet, well defined, back. Dad turned around facing me after a moment and rinsed off. His turn was sudden and unexpected and I'm not sure, but I think he realized I had an erection before I had time to angle myself away from him. The look in his eye betrayed nothing however. He got my back next, and I felt his large hands rubbing my smooth back firmly and meticulously. His hand continued to the globes of my ass, and washed them also. His touch was so intentional and firm that I thought nothing about it, other than the fact that I liked it. After a few moments, he stopped and I rinsed off, my cock still semi-erect as I tried to face away from him. I loved feeling his hands on me. I did my best to conceal my erection from him but I'm sure at some point he must have noticed it. Toward the end, my Dad dropped the soap! It was a funny moment, and he laughed. He bent over to pick it up, his hairy ass crack exposed to me. "Now don't trying anything funny," he said jokingly and picked it up. Then he grabbed me in a head lock, and pulled me out of the shower with him, rubbing my wet hair playfully with his hand. "Dad," I yelled out, laughing. We both dried off. My cock was still kinda hard, but Dad didn't seem to notice, so I stopped obsessing about it. After the shower, I headed back to my room, closed the door, and laid on my bed and started jerking off. I shot a huge load, larger than I had ever, all over my chest and even got some on my chin. I was lying there, breathing hard after I shot my load when suddenly the door opened. Dad was standing there, with a little smile on his face. "You forgot your clothes," he said and tossed them in the room, gave me another smile and a wink and closed my door. A mixture of feelings from embarrassment to excitement pulsed through me. I wasn't embarrassed because he caught me jerking, he had on several other occasions; I was embarrassed only because this time my session was singularly inspired by him. I was a little worried that he might know that too. But he never said anything about it. I visited him during shower time as regular. The only difference was that I began taking showers with him more often. He would just ask if I was joining him and I would. It seemed completely natural now. Maybe Dad thought I needed to be closer to him or that I was curious about the male body. Whatever it was, he was always welcoming. Our showers became more playful and touchy. Dad would wash my back and ass and I would wash his. He even started getting the backs of my legs and I did his as well, taking the cue from him. But it never went beyond that. I enjoyed being with him, being naked with him and though I usually had a boner in the shower, he never cared or commented on it. I felt I didn't have to hide anything from him and that I could be myself. Outside of the shower, my Dad changed toward me. While he was berating my brothers and could be a hard ass on them when they did stupid shit, he treated me more kindly, taking a totally different tone. I didn't realize it at first, but when he talked to me, he made eye contact, was calm and definitely more affectionate. I didn't understand why he was treating me differently, but it made me feel special inside. I attributed it to our showers together and the close bond we were building. I don't know whether my brother's noticed it, but I suspect that they did. They probably thought it was because I was the youngest and they had broken him in for me. In reality, it was because my Dad realized something about me, they did not. My Dad realized I was gay. He'd suspected it when I started visiting him in the shower. My erection was an obvious indication that I was attracted to him. Catching me jerking off more than once after we'd showered together had confirmed his suspicions further. So one night, after numerous showers together, admiring his body, I returned to my room to do my business. I jerked off, shot a huge load, cleaned up and then went to sleep. I'm not sure what time it was, but it must have been really late (or early in the morning). I woke up, and Dad was standing in my room. I could only see his outline in the door at first before he closed my door and my eyes adjusted to the weak light coming in from the street lamp outside."Dad?" I said groggily. "Shhh, yeah, keep it down," he said quietly and moved closer to my bed. "What's wrong?" I said, keeping my voice, in a whisper. "Nothing son, move over," he said lifting the covers up. I could feel the cool air caressing my body. I moved my body over, not sure what was going on. Dad got into the bed with me and I realized instantly that he was completely naked! I felt his hard cock pressing against me as he got in next to me. I became instantly hard. Dad put his arm around me and pulled me into a warm embrace. He pressed his body and face against mine and whispered in my ear: "I know you're different son. I know you need a special kind of attention from me," and then pushed his lips against mine, cupping my head in his hands and pushed his tongue between my lips. My Dad was kissing me. I'd never really kissed anyone before, so I did my best to mimic what he was doing. It felt amazing. My cock was throbbing hard and I could feel my Dad's dick poking between my legs; I could feel moisture there too! Whatever restraint Dad had used during our showers, it was gone now all together. At first his kisses were tender and soft, but soon it became rougher and deeper. He gripped my head tightly as he pushed his tongue into my mouth and his breathing increased. I could feel a sense of urgency in his kiss. "Put it in your mouth," he said lustily and then pulled off the covers and pushed my head down towards his erect shaft. It was larger than I had ever imagined. I touched it reluctantly to my lips at first and felt his pre-cum on my lips. I tasted it. It had a salty taste, but I didn't mind it. Dad had no patience though. He pushed his hips up, forcing his cock between my lips and into my mouth. He held my head in place, then pushed me further down onto his thick shaft. He gripped my hair firmly in his hand, using it to control the motion of my head. Tenderness was replaced with male aggression and passion. He had one goal in mind: being pleased. I was definitely turned on by his aggression, but a little afraid of him too. I was doing my best to go down on him, as I had seen the women in the straight porn do. It seemed funny to me that I was using porn as my guide for what to do, but that is exactly what I was relying on. His cock was hard and massive and I felt my jaw opening wide to try and accommodate him. I was not very good at first and kept gagging. Dad didn't seem to mind or care. He kept his hands on my head, pushing me down on him. I wanted to get a better rhythm going on, so I positioned myself between Dad's legs as I had seen in the movies. He spread his legs eagerly, knees propped up on each side of me as I kneeled between them. He had one hand behind his head and kept the other on top of my head. I continued sucking his massive cock, with both my hands around the big base. Dad was rubbing his feet on my ass as I serviced him. I could feel his foot brush gently against my butthole and my balls. It felt incredibly good. I continued servicing him. He gave out soft moans of pleasure, sometimes grunts when I went really far down on him. He told me to lick his balls and so I did, savoring the smell and taste of those warm, hairy orbs. I never realized how turned on I could be from licking a man's nuts. It had a spicy, woodsy type of smell, unlike anything I had smelled before and it turned me on even more. I continued licking them, taking them in my mouth, one at a time. Dad loved it. I couldn't help thinking that my life began in his nut sack and that somehow excited me more. Soon, he leaned down and pulled me up to him, kissing me again deeply, probing my mouth roughly, his unshaven face chaffing my soft, smooth skin. His ruggedness and physical maturity aroused me. He then turned me around on my side, my ass against his crotch as we spooned together. He reached one arm under me and it came up against my chest, rubbing me all over me. His hand then moved down to my cock and started fondling me, while he jerked his own meat behind me. "You like this, dontcha son," his whispered breathily in my ear. I nodded silently. "I know you do son. I know why you've been coming in to see me shower. I know you're special. I'm gonna give you what a boy like you needs," he said and continued jerking us both off. I'd never been so turned on in my life. I was about to shoot, but Dad seemed to know that and backed off. I was wondering why he hesitated. Then he spit in his hand and a moment later I felt his spit lubed cock push between my ass cheeks. "Dad?" I said, turning my head awkwardly towards him. I could feel his cock pressed against my asshole. I didn't know what he was doing. "Shhh," he said in my ear. His hand went gently over my mouth and he wrapped his legs around mine, holding me firmly against him when his cock pushed hard into me. I gasped and let out a yelp of surprise mingled with pain. His hand tightened over my mouth. "Relax son," he said breathily. "Relax your hole," he said again, like I knew how to do that. I didn't have a clue! He pushed in again, it jolted me and I let out a yell, muffled again by his hand. "Shhh," you're going to wake your brothers," he said sternly. But it still didn't go in. Dad was trying to fuck me, I finally realized. I couldn't believe he thought his massive cock was going to fit into my asshole! "Dad, it's not going to fit!" I said, my voice rising in hushed hysteria. "Shhh, be quiet son," he returned in a firm whispering voice. Dad was persistent, I have to give him that. He held me firmly against him and kept trying. Eventually he started moving his hips back and forth, in and out until I felt a rhythm. His cock was going at my asshole like a battering ram, but my hole did not budge and remained tightly clenched. The problem was, at least I discovered much, much later, was that while Dad loved to fuck he'd never actually had anal sex, not with my mother nor with another man. He was as clueless about anal sex as I was, but I guess he knew it was possible. So lube, other than spit, wasn't even a thought. Nor did he understand how much it would hurt to have someone stick a cock up your ass, especially the very first time and one the size of his monster pole. The idea of stretching my hole was a foreign concept to both of us, but his determination wasn't. He kept spitting into his hand, lubing cock and my asshole. He pushed again and again increasing his rhythm. He was exerting a lot of effort, as evidenced by his sweat which started dripping onto me, and his hairy body was covered with it too, making our bodies slide against one another. The smell in the room was intoxicating. It smelt like pure man and that smell I will never forget it, a memory only matched by the incredible pain I was about to feel. The continued assault of his meaty battering ram finally loosened and stretched my hole enough and all the sudden the massive cockhead punched through my tight, virgin sphincter. I gasped, then shouted, Dad's hand instantly tightening to silence the noise, his legs reflexively tightening around mine, and his arms hugging me harder to him, as if I were a prize fish trying to get away. I was trying hard to close my legs and clench my cheeks to get him out, but Dad's legs kept mine wedged open so my ass opened to accommodate his thick rod. Pain was radiating throughout my body. I was trembling and my eyes were watering uncontrollably. I continued gasping as a deep chill went though me. "You can take it, just relax" he said flatly, his macho bullshit coming through. He lay still, letting me adjust. I didn't want him to move again, ever, at least not right then in any case. Moving in either direction, I felt certain, would have hurt worst. At that moment I felt truly angry at my Dad. A moment ago his aggression had turned me on, now it disgusted me. He was hurting me and I didn't like it. I imagined his face with a big, evil grin on it, smiling because he had taken me, dominated me and deflowered his virgin son. How smug he must feel, I thought. What an animal, I decided, through clenched teeth. I'd dreamed about getting fucked, but a dream is all it was, built out of ridiculous assumptions and fairy tale images. This certainly wasn't it. I came to realize that night that Dad was a slave to his testosterone and that I was a victim of it. His sex drive possessed him once he got started and all he wanted was to fuck and shoot his load. I was the chosen receptacle for his seed, that was my function, I decided in anger. He just needed a hole and I had one for him. His hole, that's what I was, his little fuck hole. My thoughts were cut off as he pushed further in. I ground my teeth together as he continued to stretch me, stretched my hole further with his huge selfish cock. "I've been waiting to do this since the first night you showered with me" he chuckled breathily in my ear, licking it, then my face. He released his hand from my mouth. "It hurts," I yelled out in hushed anger. "Don't be such a pussy," he said softly in reply. My anger instantly doubled. Like he fucking knew how much it hurt! I thought. It felt like a hot poker being shoved up my ass because it burned. But Dad just kept pushing in, little by little, until I could feel his pubes against my ass. His legs were still holding mine, like a wrestling move. He hefty, muscular self, easily controlling me, keeping my ass spread for him. "You have to learn how to take a man's cock, understand?" he said in my ear. I nodded. He wiped the tears off my face. His gentle voice smothered my anger. He put his hand back on my mouth and started pulling out and pushing in. The pain was still unreal and I whimpered and gasped, but Dad kept going. He had a mission and that mission was to fuck me good. And that is precisely what he did. The pain eventually numbed as my ass loosened to accommodate his cock. It took a long time. I don't know how long we lay in the dark like that, Dad pumping his cock slowly in and out of my hole, but it seemed liked forever. Our bodies were both slick with the sweat of our hot bodies rubbing and pushing against each other. After Dad's cock was sliding more easily in and out of me, he got up and positioned himself between my legs and put my legs on his shoulders. At first it was necessary for him to put his hand over my mouth to keep me from being too loud. The pain of re-entry was still there after all. Once it was in though, it got better and he took his hand away. No longer was Dad a faceless stranger, hurting me from behind. Now I could see his beautiful, rugged face and his muscular torso as his manhood moved in and out of me. He spit on his cock several times to keep it and my aching hole, lubed. Sweat glistening on his hairy, muscular chest and the veins in his neck were throbbing as he continued fucking me. His face was furrowed in concentration and he gave me an intense stare as he fucked. He frequently leaned down and kissed me deeply as his cock moved quickly in and out of me. I was starting to get extremely turned on, the pain had diminished and something inside started to feel good, really, really good, like nothing I'd ever felt before. My cock was getting hard again too. Dad noticed it and started rubbing it up and down in rhythm with his fucking. He was smiling down at me, a knowing smile, one that said he knew I'd like it, that he knew all along. His speed started picking up, a result of my increased ease and excitement. I knew he must be getting close. He placed his hands on my shoulders and was pushing his mighty cock into me as far as it would go, while holding me in place to take it. I could see his ass cheeks flexing as he pounded me, harder and harder. My hard cock was bouncing back and forth and my bed was shaking and swaying back and forth. At last the moment was near. His hands gripped my shoulders tightly and with one last rough thrust he pushed his cock deep into me, further than it had ever gone. I gasped. He closed his eyes and let out a muffled groan as his cock unloaded wave after wave of hot spurting cum deep into my bowels. My shoulders were throbbing from the pressure of his hands and they clamped down at the moment of ecstasy. He left his cock in there for a full minute until his heavy nuts had released their massive load. His eyes slowly opened and he looked down at me and smiled, a sly smile, one that immediately conveyed that this would be only the first of many nights with my Dad. He then leaned down and kissed me gently and licked my lips and face. I was his special boy and I really felt it. While still inside me, he grabbed my cock and jacked me off. My cock was still hard and I came in moments. He had barely stroked me three times when my teen juice erupted out, high into the air, shooting jet after milky jet, landing my stomach and on my Dad's stomach and eventually coated his pumping fist. I tried not to yell out loudly as I shot my load, but it was impossible. Dad had to quickly muffle me with his other hand, and chucked as I reached my zenith. Dad rubbed my cum onto his chest and slowly pulled his cock out of my tender hole. He then lay on top of me, kissing me again for several minutes, cuddling me against him, rubbing my back and face tenderly. "I'm really glad I have a special boy like you," he said and kissed my forehead. "I love you so much," he said, looking down into my eye. "I love you too Dad," I said, tears of wonder and joy in my eyes. Please let me know if you liked my story at jackbequicky@gmail.com Thanks! 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