Date: Fri, 20 Mar 2015 13:23:24 -0400
From: Jeremy Ellington <jeremyellingtonii@gmail.com>
Subject: Lessons From My Dad-7

NOTICE: This story may contain scenes of a graphical nature, which may not
be legal in your area.  This story is completely fictional and written only
for entertainment purposes.  Any similarities to real life people or
characters is coincidental. If you have trouble separating real life from
fantasy or you are offended by such themes, stop reading now.

Lessons From My Dad
Chapter 7

I woke up Sunday morning with Dad's arm wrapped around my waist.  At some
point in the night I must have turned over so that my back was up against
his front, and I could feel his fat cock nudging up against the upper backs
of my legs.  It occurred to me that if I was any taller his cock would be
nestled right in my ass crack.  I smiled to myself, thinking how wonderful
that would feel.

I started to stretch out my legs only to feel his arm tightening on me as
if to stop me from moving.  I heard a deep moan coming from behind me; I
could actually feel his chest vibrate with the sound.

"Just where do you think you're going young man," he asked, throwing his
leg over mine to further entrap me.

"Me?  I wasn't going anywhere, I was just snuggling in closer," I said
through a yawn.

"Oh, well alright then," he said, yawning back at me.

I reached back behind my legs and grabbed his hard cock.  "What have we
here, is somebody looking to play some more," I asked, milking his foreskin
up and back.  He had been leaking precum for some time apparently, because
the head...and my legs...were quite wet.

"Mmmm," he moaned.  "It's very, very difficult for him to be all up against
you, naked, and not want to come out to play boy.  I will have to get him
into the bathroom soon though because he'll want to piss."  He reached down
and wrapped his hand around my own piss-hard on.  "I see I'm not the only
one, am I," he chuckled.

"Maybe you just need a friendly urinal here in your bedroom Dad."

Dad stopped stroking my cock.  "What?  Sean, where are you learning
about...oh, wait, I get it.  You mean I should *build* an actual porcelain
urinal on the wall in here."

"Well yea Dad, what did you think I meant?"

"Nothing Sean, nothing.  I guess I'm not totally awake yet.  That's a
discussion for another time when you're way older."  I guess I wasn't awake
yet either because I couldn't figure out what he could be referring to, but
all that talk of urinals made me realize I really had to go.  I squirmed
out from under his arm and hustled down the hall to the bathroom hearing
Dad chuckling behind me.  I stood in front of the toilet trying to get my
erection to go down enough to piss but I wasn't having any success.  Dad
came up next to me and saw my dilemma.  "Here, c'mon Sean, let's just get
in the shower together and start washing.  We can just piss in the shower
once the water starts running over us, that should do the trick."

I looked up at him with what was probably a look of utter shame on my face,
and he burst out laughing.  "What, you thought I didn't know you pee in the
shower?"

I slowly shook my head no, hoping I hadn't already ruined our day.

"Sean, every guy, or at least most of us, takes a leak in the shower!  Its
all going down the drain anyway and sometimes in the morning that's the
only way to deal with a piss-hard on.  Man, I have really done a bad job of
teaching you how to be a guy in this world haven't I?"

I was just relieved he wasn't mad at me for pissing in the shower!  I
started to protest his claim that he was not teaching me well, but he
grabbed my head and ducked it under the spray to get my hair wet, so I just
clammed up.  I had my eyes closed while I let my hair get wet when I felt
warmer water hitting my legs.  I looked down in time to see him pissing on
me.  "Dad!"  He started giggling at me, but the feeling of my Dad pissing
on me made my dick, which had been deflating, roar back to full erection.
Fuck this was so hot!  I was mesmerized, watching his cock spraying the
piss out through his foreskin, and without even thinking I reached down and
grabbed hold.  I aimed the piss spray up to my crotch, then up to my chest,
then all around my torso.  I aimed it at my face for a moment and giggled,
moving it back down my belly.  I looked up at him and licked my lips to
taste him.

"Oh shit son," I head Dad moan.  He took my hand off his cock and grabbed
it himself and continued to spray me all over, letting the arc of his piss
reach up to my neck before aiming down to my own dick again.  I reached
down and started to jack my cock and within seconds I was shooting a load
onto his legs.  I started to loss my balance from the sensation and felt
him grab my shoulder to steady me.  My eyes popped up and I looked up at
him to see a look of absolute lust on his face.  His own focus was on my
crotch so I looked down to see him rapidly jerking his own cock.

He started to moan and I could tell he was about to shoot so I quickly sank
to my knees and opened my mouth.  "Oh fuck yea boy, get ready to swallow
your daddy's spunk," he cried.  I leaned forward just in time to see his
cum spew out of his cock, then I felt it hit my tongue, my chin and my
nose.  I sank the end of his cock into my mouth and he just groaned loudly,
slowly stroking his cock and pumping the rest of his cumload into my mouth.
"Oh Sean," he moaned.  "Oh baby you are too much, I don't know if I have
the energy to keep up with you my hot little boy."

I looked up at him while I licked the cum off my lips before the water had
a chance to rinse it off and he just grinned at me.  I grabbed his legs to
help me stand up, then said "My turn," grabbed my cock and started spraying
my morning pissload all over his legs and crotch.

"Yea son, get me wet.  Maybe we don't need a urinal in the bedroom after
all."

I was still a little confused by this bedroom urinal talk, but I decided
that it would be very cool to piss on each other in the shower on the
weekends, and filed that away to suggest later.  As my piss stream trickled
out he reached around me and hugged me close, then grabbed the shampoo and
squeezed out a bit on my head and then some on his own head.  He scrubbed
our hair, then I picked up the soap and lathered him, then myself.  He
pulled the shower massage from its holder and sprayed us off, then turned
off the water.  We dried each other off, then he sent me to my room to get
some shorts and told me he would meet me in the kitchen for breakfast.

We ate our breakfast then moved to the front room to read the Sunday paper.
We always swapped sections back and forth and he let me do the crossword
puzzle.  He was always very pleased when I was able to get most of the
puzzle done without asking questions.  Some of the clues had to do with
movie stars and sayings that were way before my time, and sometimes we
would look up a word together.  I could tell he was proud that I was smart.

We decided to go to the movies.  We usually rent movies to watch at home,
but Dad says that sometimes we need to have the real movie-going experience
before it all goes away someday.  We stopped at a burger joint on the way
home and I wolfed down my mushroom cheeseburger and extra French fries.
Dad groaned that he would have to work extra hard the rest of the week just
to work off all the calories he was eating and I just laughed because he
didn't have to worry about that with his build.

"Well, as it turns out I will be getting a work out tomorrow anyway," he
said. "We're moving some equipment and there aren't too many of us who
aren't on a jobsite so I'll be pitching in most of the day."

"I'd be happy to skip school and come and help you Dad," I grinned, knowing
full well that he would not take my suggestion.  He pretended to ponder it
for a minute.

"No Sean, I don't think the rest of the guys could tolerate being shown up
by the boss's son," he said, winking at me.

I snorted some of my milkshake out of my nose when I laughed.  "Yea, I can
just see them shivering in fear in a corner."

"Well now, once you start having physical education class in school next
year I might have you join my gym with me.  It wouldn't hurt to get some
good training on how to properly build up your physique.  I'm sure there
will be too many boys for your Coach to provide much one-on-one and I would
be afraid to overtax you if I trained you myself, but I know they have some
trainers where I work out who know how to pace a teenager.  It wouldn't do
you good to try to take on too heavy a weight or too hard a class when
you're still a growing boy.  I know you've been using my weights off and
on, but I've never let you put on too much."

"Dad that would be way cool!  I would love to learn how to build myself up
like you.  You have an awesome body, I want to be just like you!"

He actually blushed when I said that and looked down at the table for a
moment.  "C'mon Sean, I know I have a decent build but I'm not all that."

"Aw Dad don't give me that, you're huge...all over," I added, making him
blush again and shush me to lower my voice.  "Really Dad," I whispered, "I
hope I end up with a big one like you have, and I want to be hairy like you
and all muscle like you.  I can't wait to grow up and be as tall as you
too."

He looked at me and smiled, shaking his head slowly.  "Son, every boy wants
to grow up too fast.  I did, my brother did, Carl did, all my friends did.
The next thing you know you *are* grown up and you wonder where the time
went and why you can't just go play in the mud again like you used to.  I
know you're anxious but please, for me, enjoy being a boy for a while
longer."

"I don't know Dad, the big birthday is coming up!  Yours too...you can't
stop time Dad."

He sighed and shrugged his big shoulders.  "Don't I know it."  I reached
over and grabbed his last French fry.  He tried to grab my wrist but I had
the fry in my mouth and was chewing before he could get me.  He gave me a
pretend glare, then shook his head again.  "See, even my reflexes are
getting old."

I opened my mouth and offered to give him the chewed up fry.  He looked
mock-disgusted at me and told me I was gross.  He snatched up the check and
went to the cashier to pay for our meals, then told me to bring the rest of
my milkshake.  We got back into the car and went home.

We both stripped down to our underwear once we got home, then settled in to
watch the news and whatever else was on after that.  Dad took me up on his
offer to get him a beer, so I did and grabbed a soda for myself.  He pushed
back his recliner and I stretched out on the couch.

After the news was over he got up to get another beer.  I jumped up and
offered to get him one but he said he had to pee as well.  When he came
back he stood there looking at me on the couch.  "Would it be okay if I
climbed in there with you son?"

"Sure Dad, I'd like that!"

"Better let me squeeze in behind you, otherwise you won't be able to see
the TV over my massively-built torso," he said, grinning at me.  I grinned
back, happy for the chance to lie next to him.  I moved forward so he could
climb in over me, then I snuggled back into him just like we do when I
sleep in his bed.  He slid one arm under my neck and threw the other arm
around me and pulled me in closer.

I moaned.  "Mmmm, this is nice Dad."

"Yes it is, isn't it," he whispered in my ear, tickling it.  I was able to
inhale the wonderful aroma of his body, especially his armpit.  He chuckled
at me, knowing exactly what I was doing.

We watched a show on how things are made, something we both enjoyed, but
before it was over I could hear his soft snoring behind me.  I smiled to
myself and just snuggled in as close as I could get, feeling his hairy
chest up against my back.  His body heat radiated out from him.  I didn't
want to move, ever.  I let myself fall asleep.

Later I could feel him trying to extricate himself from behind me.  "Where
are you going," I mumbled.

"Oh sorry Sean, I was trying not to wake you.  That beer went right through
me and I really need to piss again."  He kind of hopped over me and made a
beeline for the bathroom.  I could hear his strong piss stream hitting the
water in the toilet and it made me smile.  It also made my dick chub up,
which in turn made me wonder how it was that happened.

He came back into the room and I could see a small wet spot on his shorts.
My semi-chub immediately became a full on erection.  "What time is it," I
asked him, yawning and trying to stretch without revealing my wood.

"It's bedtime for both of us.  Get your cute little ass in the bathroom and
get ready while I close down the house."

I waited until he had walked into the kitchen to throw away our empty
bottles before I got up. My hard-on preceded me to the bathroom where I
brushed my teeth then waited for my erection to soften enough so I could
piss.  Once finished I padded into my bedroom and set my alarm.  I slipped
off my shorts and crawled into bed.  I looked back towards the door to my
room to see my Dad standing there, watching me with a smile.  He stepped
into my room, came over and leaned over to give me a kiss on my forehead,
then one on my nose, then one on my mouth.  "Good night sweet boy," he
whispered.

"Good night, my father the hunk," I giggled in return.  He chuckled,
ruffled the hair on my head, and went on to his room.  I vaguely remember
seeing his bedroom light go off before I was once again asleep.

- - -

Monday came too early, just as it always did.  I slammed my hand down on my
alarm and crawled out of bed.  I did my bathroom routine, got dressed and
then poured some milk over a bowl of cereal.  Breakfast eaten and some PB&J
sandwiches made and I was off to school.

School was...school.  I finished my homework during my last period study
hall as usual, and then trudged home.  I pulled a package of frozen
enchiladas from the freezer and got them in the oven, knowing they took 40
minutes to cook which meant they'd be done close to the time Dad got home
from work.

I went into the bathroom and decided to have a shower.  I didn't really
feel dirty or sticky or anything, I just thought it would feel good.  I
didn't get my hair wet but I did grab the soap and lather myself up.  I
started to feel my dick stiffen up while I was washing my crotch.  Feeling
a little horny now I lathered up my ass and decided to see if my finger
would feel as good inside my butt as Dad's finger does.  I slipped my
middle finger in and although it wasn't as thick as his it did feel pretty
good.  I moved it in and out just like he did to me the other night but I
couldn't get it in far enough to touch that `love button' that had me
crawling on the bed that night.  I slid a second finger inside and
grimaced, two at a time wasn't as easy as just one.  I thought back to that
daddy and son video I watched and kept working both fingers in.  After a
minute it started to feel good again.  I tried for a third finger but my
fingers were just too short and the position was just too awkward for me to
reach back underneath myself.

I was in my own little world when suddenly I heard Dad calling me name.
"I'm in the shower Dad," I yelled out.  Apparently he had already figured
that out because before I even finished yelling at him he flung the shower
door open.

I froze on the spot when I looked at him and saw where he was looking.  His
eyes were wide, staring at my fingers inside my ass.  I pulled them out
slowly and tried to pretend like I was just cleaning myself up back there
but I knew from the look on his face that he knew better.  "Mind if I join
you in there son," he asked, already pulling his shirt off and kicking off
his boots.

"Sure...um...yea Dad, come on in, there's still some water left."  I tried
to make a joke about everything but I could feel that I was blushing.

"I hope its hot water, my muscles are sore already from moving all that
shit around today, I think I'm gonna be in a world of hurt tomorrow," Dad
said, stepping into the shower with me.  He dunked his head under the
spray, reached down to make the water a little warmer, then moaned.  "Ah
yes, that's gonna help."

"Here Dad, I'll wash your back," I offered as I started to soap him up.

"Mmmm, yes...I think you'll have to wash my front too Sean, I can feel the
energy just draining out of me."

"Happy to oblige Sir," I chirped, pleased that my little ass-fingering
display seemed to be forgotten.  I rubbed soap all over his back (the parts
I could reach anyway) and then his butt.  I swiped my soapy fingers though
his asscrack a few times, then I kneeled down to wash his legs.  I washed
up and around the front and back of his feet and legs, then asked him to
turn around.  He shuffled his feet around until he was facing me, my face
just below his crotch.  I didn't think he would be in the mood for anything
sexual so I just methodically washed his balls, his cock, then his abs,
grabbed his thighs to pull myself up, and then started soaping his big
chest.  I looked up and his eyes were closed and he had a dreamy expression
on his face.  He raised his arms above his hand without my saying a word to
let me lather up his armpits.

"Dad," I whispered, "can you reach the shower massager for me?"  Without
opening his eyes he extended his arm behind himself and pulled it free from
its holder and handed it to me.  I changed the setting from `spray' to
`pulse' and started to move it over his body.

"Ahhhh yes, that's what I'm talking about," he moaned.  "Mmm, I think we
can add this as one more of your many duties slave boy."  I looked up at
him to see him looking back at me with his eyes barely opened, and a big
grin on his face.

"Yes my master," I replied, bowing low to him.  I bumped his cock with my
head while I was bowing and he chuckled.

"No, taking care of my cock is already one of your duties boy, I'm talking
about the massage," he said, trying to use a very solemn voice.  I looked
back up at him and he winked at me.  Then he took the massager from my
hand, set it back to `spray' and returned it to its holder.  "Since I
interrupted you, let me just make sure you got yourself clean as well," he
said as he took the soap and started to lather me up.

"No, I think I got everything," I started to say just as his hand reached
under my balls.  My eyes got a little bigger when I felt him slide his
finger up and down my asscrack.

"Hmm, now isn't this about where you were before I so rudely interrupted,"
he whispered, sliding his think finger into my ass.  I groaned and grabbed
onto his arms to hold myself up.  "Yes, I think this was exactly the
place."  He slid his finger in and out.  "Was this what you were trying to
do boy, get a finger up inside yourself like this?"

"Two," I choked out.  "I had two."

I heard him say "Oh yes" under his breath, then felt a second finger try to
join the first.  I flinched and could feel my face screw up.

"Too much?" he asked.  "Sorry, I'll go back to just one,"

I grabbed his arm and held it in place.  "No, two.  I want two.  Slowly
though, your fingers are bigger than mine," I whispered.

He left the one finger inside and I felt him tickling the entrance to my
hole with the second finger.  "Keep your hand on my arm, and you drive
baby," he said softly.  "You control how much and how fast, okay?"

I held his arm while his second finger played with my opening.  I nudged
his hand a little and he let the tip of that second finger pop in.  I held
his arm in place, leaned my head against his chest, then pushed his arm a
little.  He let a bit more of his finger slid in and stopped.  I took a few
breaths, counted to 10, then nodded my head.  He slowly pushed the rest of
his finger in then stopped again.

"That feels nice," I murmured.  "Go ahead now."

He pulled the fingers about halfway out, slowly, then pushed them back in.
He wiggled them around and found my button right away.  I groaned and my
cock shot up against his thigh.  "That's my boy," he purred, "there's your
love button, is that what you were trying to find?"

I nodded, my head still against his chest.  He pulled and pushed a few more
times, his other arm wrapped around me, holding me against him.

"Three," I said.

I felt a third finger tickling against my hole.  It felt so good.  He
started to push the tip of his finger in and I yelped.  He quickly removed
it and held me and his fingers still.  "No, son, I think we'll stop at two
for now.  Two feels good, right?"

I nodded my head.  He slowly moved the two fingers in and out again, then
slowly pulled them out.  He reached back for the massage handle and aimed
it on his fingers and under my crotch, washing off all the soap.  He
trailed it up and around my body to be sure I was cleaned off, then he
turned and shut off the water.  He opened the door, grabbed a towel, then
wrapped it around me.  He helped me step out then he followed me, rubbing
me all over with the towel.

"Go pull on your sweats Sean, it's a little chilly tonight," he said,
gently nudging me toward the door.  I walked, zombie-like towards my
bedroom, pulled out my sweat pants and a thin sweatshirt and a pair of
socks.  I heard the timer bell go off so I headed in to the kitchen to pull
our dinner out of the oven.  I heard Dad turn on the TV, so I pulled a
bottle of beer and a soda out of the fridge and took them in, then I fixed
our plates and took them in.

"You okay sport?" He asked.  I looked up at him and smiled, and his face
broke out in a big smile as well.

"Never better Dad, never better."  He chuckled while I sat down.  We both
started eating and watched the news.

After we finished and I took everything back into the kitchen and cleaned
up, I came back and sat down with him to watch more television.  I noticed
him moving his shoulders back and forth over the course of the evening,
then his neck, and then he looked like he was shaking out his arms.  He
looked at me and realized I had been watching him.

"Oh man, that shower helped but I must have used muscles today that I
haven't used for awhile.  I must be slacking off at the gym, I am really
feeling sore from today."

"C'mon Dad, lets turn off the TV and get you onto my massage table...also
known as your bed."

He laughed and said "I will pay you any amount of money to give me a
massage right now, that sounds so good."

"Okay then, get in there and get your clothes off.  I want you face down on
that bed when I get back from locking up here."

I turned off the lights, then I went into my bedroom to change from my
shorts to my jockstrap.  I stopped in the bathroom to grab some lotion from
under the sink then headed for his bedroom.  When I reached his doorway I
just had to stop and stare.  There was my Dad lying on his bed naked, face
down, legs slightly spread.  I felt my cock start to twitch and it took all
my energy not to jump on him right then and there.

I crawled onto his bed and straddled his hairy ass.  I opened the lotion
bottle and poured some on my hands and rubbed them together a little to try
to warm it up.  I put both hands on his right shoulder and started to knead
my fingers and the palm of my hands into his shoulder and neck.  He moaned.
I dug in with the heel of my hands and he moaned again.

"Oh yes, Sean, that feels so good!"

"Sssh, massage patients are supposed to be felt, not heard," I whispered.
He chuckled then groaned again when I slowly moved my hands down his arms,
kneading and pushing as I went.  I ended up at his fingers where I massaged
each thick digit, then trailed my fingers up his arm, back to his shoulder
then added more lotion and started working on his other shoulder.

I copied movements from the other arm, worked my way back up to his neck
and massaged there.  He made small moaning sounds almost every time he
exhaled.  I added more lotion and started slowly working my way down his
back.  I loved touching my Dad so this was at least as enjoyable for me as
it was for him.  I tried to follow all of the muscles that stretched across
his back, digging in my hands as I moved.

I inched my knees back as I made my way down his torso.  I swung one leg
off to press my legs together so I could massage his right asscheek.  I
loved watching the hair on his butt move with his skin then get plastered
against him because of the lotion.  I switched my legs to the other side
and massaged his left cheek, ignoring the hairy middle with my hands
although I got a wonderful eyeful of his sexy hole.

I massaged my way down his left leg with the same technique I'd used on his
arms, feeling the strength in his thighs and legs.  I made sure I used
pressure on his feet and toes to avoid any tickling sensation.  I switched
over to his left leg, started with his toes and worked my way back towards
his ass.

His moans were softer now but I could still hear them so I knew he was
awake.  I kneeled between his legs and started to massage his butt again,
this time trying to knead his ass like dough.  I pulled his cheeks apart
and let my fingers dangle in his crack for a few seconds each time,
watching his pucker winking at me.  I leaned forward and blew on the hairs
around his hole and saw his pucker clench and unclench quickly each time.
I inhaled his musky aroma and exhaled it back out to him.

Holding his cheeks open I let my tongue play with the hair that trailed up
and down the cleft of his ass.  He spread his legs open wider for me and I
took that as my cue to lick deeper.  I started to lick up and down the
cleft, feeling his ass shudder.  His moans got louder.  I lapped at his
pucker and felt him raise his butt upwards to meet my tongue, inviting me
in.  I accepted the invitation and let my tongue pierce his hole.

"Oh fuck," he groaned, "That feels so fucking good."

I smiled and slathered my tongue around his hole again, stabbing into him
with the tip of my tongue every third or fourth time.  I pried his cheeks
open as far as my hands could grab and shoved my face into his ass, running
my tongue and my nose and my chin up and down, then stopped to make a sharp
point with my tongue and tried to gain entrance.  His hole opened for me
and let my tongue work its way inside.

I could taste a little of the soap from his earlier shower, but it was
overruled by his natural aroma.  I had to stop and inhale every so often.
I didn't think I would ever get enough of my Dad's scent.

I let my fingers move down and caress the exposed parts of his hairy balls
while I continued to fuck his hole with my tongue.  He slowly backed up
into my face until his ass was in the air, which gave me access to his
cock.  I reached underneath and found it hard and throbbing in time with
the beat of his heart.  I started to slowly stroke it back and forth with
one hand while my other hand continued to caress his balls and my tongue
savored the taste of his hole.  I did this for just a few minutes until he
started to moan loudly.

"Fuck, I'm not gonna be able to hold back much longer," he groaned.

I flipped over onto my back and pulled myself under him until my face was
even with his cock.  I grabbed it and stuffed the head into my mouth,
sucking up the huge amount of precum that was smeared all over the head.
He reached down and cupped the back of my head to change my position then
started to fuck my mouth.

"Shit...fuck...damn boy...gotta fuck your sweet mouth...hold
on...fuck...gonna cum," he managed to spit out in between thrusts.  He
shoved his cock deeper into my throat than I think I ever took it before
but the angle he had my head in made it easier than I would have expected.
He pulled back just a little when he heard me gag but I grabbed the back of
his ass and pulled him back in, determined to let him use me any way he
wanted.

"Boy...I can't...fuck...here it comes," he shouted.  I could feel his cum
hitting the back of my tongue and I swallowed as fast as I could.  I was
surrounded by his hairy crotch and I thought if I got to choose the way to
die this would be my choice.  He buried his cock further into my mouth as
he started to soften, and I inhaled the wonderful scent of his hairy,
sweaty crotch.

He leaned back until he was resting on his knees and the tops of his legs,
still cradling my head, my mouth still stuffed with his thick cock.  I
looked up at him to see him slowly open his eyes and gaze down at me.  He
started to focus, then he smirked and pulled back so just the tip of his
cock was still in my mouth, allowing me to nurse on the last drops of his
cum.  He smiled at me and pulled his hips back letting his cock pop out of
my mouth, then he leaned down and mashed his lips against mine, sliding his
tongue inside.

He separated from me, reached underneath me to pick me up and slide me
further up the bed, then he laid back down on me and buried his face in my
neck.  He started to chuckle.

"Sean...holy fuck on toast...if you were a real, licensed massage therapist
and you did all of that to all of your customers...buddy you would be rich
from the repeat business.  Hell, I'd pay you to do that twice a day!"  His
hands were caressing my body but he stopped when we reached the straps of
the jock on my ass.  "Oh," he said with a growl. "Is this your official
massage uniform?  I like it!"

He pulled his head back to look into my eyes, a huge, dreamy smile on his
face.  "I sure don't know what I did to deserve you, but I'm afraid to tell
you that I am gonna have to chain you to my bed and never, ever let you
leave.  You can forget school, forget college, and forget having any other
career.  You will have to be my sex slave until I'm too old to get it up,
and even then I won't let you go."

"Hmmm, your sex slave huh," I giggled, "And you promise to keep me locked
up in chains?  I really like the sound of that...Master."

His eyebrows went up and he pulled a little farther away to look at
me. "Sean...sometimes...sometimes I'm not really sure when you're kidding,"
he grinned, although I could see he had a quizzical look on his face.

I just grinned back at him.  "Dad, if you only knew how much I love you,
you wouldn't doubt me when I agree to be your chained-up sex slave."

He rolled over onto his back, pulling me so I was on top of him.  "Sean, I
do know how much you love me, I see it every day.  I just hope you know the
feeling is mutual, and always will be," he said, his face getting serious.

It was my turn to mash my lips against his.  "Good, then its all settled.
Should I finish out this year of school Master, or did you want to go to
Home Depot to get those chains first thing tomorrow," I giggled.

He chuckled at me and sighed.  "You are NOT quitting school young man!
Besides, I don't think Home Depot carries the kind of chains we need.  I
believe we'd have to order those from a specialty shop."

"Cool, did you want me to get on the internet and do some research Master?"

"NO!  I don't think my heart can take stumbling across the websites you
find again!"  He quickly rolled us both over so I was once again on my back
underneath him.  "Anyway, what makes you think I don't already know where
to obtain everything my little slave desires, hmm?  Now let's get your
`uniform' off."  He wiggled his eyebrows up and down at me while he pulled
my jock off of me and down to my knees.  "Now where did you put that
lotion?"

I pointed to the table by his bed.  He started to kiss and lick my neck, my
shoulders, and then down my chest as he reached out for the lotion.  He
lips and tongue trailed down my torso making me hard as a rock, and then my
eyes were closed, enjoying the wonderful feelings he was giving me.  He
used his elbows to spread my legs open while he licked and sucked along the
sides of my dick.  He let his tongue slide around my balls getting them wet
with his spit, then using his nose to nudge them up and out of the way he
licked underneath and worked his way to my hole.  He started to tongue me
almost the same way I had done to him.  I moaned.

"Yea boy...mmm...you taste so good...mmm...yea you like that...yea, even
little sex slaves get to enjoy their Master's tongue once in awhile."  I
heard him pop the cap open on the lotion, then I felt his slickened finger
sliding into my hole.  I moaned louder and I could hear him chuckle softly.

He licked his way back to my balls while he slowly slid his finger in and
out of me.  "Is that okay son," he asked without changing the tempo of his
movement.

"Oh yea...that's real okay," I sighed in response.

"I'm gonna try two fingers now...tell me right away if you have any pain or
if you don't like it."  Another finger joined the first.  I didn't feel
pain, just a little added pressure.  "Okay?" he asked.  I just moaned and
he chuckled.  "I'll take that as a yes," he said, then he ran his tongue up
and down the shaft of my cock while sliding his two fingers in and out.

I was really getting close to shooting then when he asked me if I wanted
him to try a third finger.  I just nodded dreamily, and I guess he must
have been looking at me because I heard him squirt the bottle of lotion,
and then I felt the fingertip of a third finger tickle around my entrance
and nudge its way in.  I felt a fleeting moment of thanks that he kept his
fingernails short, then I felt his mouth engulf my cock as the third finger
made it all the way in and I yelled out "I'm cumming!"

I started to shoot my load into his mouth and he increased the speed of his
fingers, hitting my prostate with every inward thrust.  I was jerking my
hips up and only his other hand holding me down on my torso kept him from
being bucked off while he swallowed my cum.

I realized I was babbling incoherently as he licked his tongue around my
cock and slowed the pace of his finger-fucking.  He slowly pulled his
fingers out as he released my cock, trailing kisses around my crotch then
up my torso.  He reached my face and kissed me softly.

"That was...that was just...incredible," I managed to stammer as he wrapped
his arms around me.

I could feel him smile against my lips.  "I'm pleased that you enjoyed that
slave boy," he said, "and I'm *very* happy that you like having your ass
played with."

"Why," I whispered.

"Mmmm, " he moaned.  "Because I like playing with little slave boy asses.
Three fingers baby, I am very proud of you.  Maybe next time we can try for
four fingers."

"Yes Master," I said, certain that I could cum even more with that kind of
stimulation.

He chuckled at me.  "You *will* sleep with me tonight, won't you?"

"Isn't that what all little slave boys are supposed to do?"

He laughed.  "Yes indeed they do, chains or no chains.  But first they have
to brush their teeth."

"I don't think I can move.  I mean, really, I'm a limp noodle."

"Well, I do see that your noodle is limp boy, but it sure tasted good," he
murmured in my ear.  "C'mon, let's get you up."

He stood up and pulled me over to the side of the bed and sat me up.  I
fell right back again so he reached down and hefted me over his shoulder
and carried me to the bathroom.  He set me down to stand in front of the
toilet and reached around to hold my dick with one hand while he kept me
standing with the other.  I giggled and pissed into the toilet.  When I
finished he moved me around to face the sink and grabbed my hand.

"Now hold yourself up with one hand and brush your teeth with the other,"
he said, putting the toothpaste on my brush and handing it to me.  I
brushed my teeth while he pissed, then after I spit out he closed the
toilet lid and guided me to sit down while he brushed his teeth.  He
carried me back into bed and laid me down, crawling in after me.  He
reached over, turned out the lamp, then snuggled in to me, holding me
tightly.

"I love you slave boy."

"I love you Master.  Good night."

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