My Dads draft 08
by Jon Hold
Copyright ©2015 by the Author
Jonhold@earthlink.net
The hot water of the shower felt wonderful, relaxing me all over as I stood there half-asleep, balls hanging low and ass throbbing from the spanking and flushing. As I thought over the events of the past few hours it became apparent that things could not go on as they had since my step-dad moved in with my mom and me. I could see now where I'd been a hateful little snot, never giving him the slightest chance and putting his relationship with my mom at risk. If it took an ass beating to wake me up to the facts of life, well, so be it! My step-dad deserved to get his licks in too, for all the really shitty stuff I'd been pulling.
Part of the problem now was that I was starting to realize that I liked being dominated by such a totally male person. Having my step-father be in control gave me a feeling of security that had been missing in my life. I wanted him to hold me and to protect me and, if necessary, correct my behavior in any way he thought necessary. Mixed up in all of this was an entirely different set of feelings. I was finding out that I really enjoyed being spanked and controlled physically by someone so much bigger and stronger than I was. I guess, at least in a way, I was one of those masochists that I'd read about. Although having his monster cock stuck completely down my virgin throat was dangerous (I could have been injured, or even suffocated), it had made me feel better than I'd ever felt before. Having my ass spanked sent shocks of pleasure into my balls, into my dick, and throughout my whole body. The warmth generated in my reddened ass had spread all over me, and it was something I wanted to repeat. I guess that's just how I am.
I didn't want to fuck up any more, and I really didn't want to make my step-dad angry either. But somehow I wanted him to know that, in a loving way, I really wanted him to turn me on sexually and to have sex with me and that for me, getting spanked and throat fucked was a definite turn-on.
Damn. I couldn't believe it. Thinking about this stuff was making me horny again. But I needed to finish getting cleaned up and get to bed before I irritated my step-father again. I felt like I had to take a shit again, but nothing would come out. I saw the hose hanging on the wall and, shrugging, thought, "What the hell." I reached up and got the dildo and put it back on the hose and coated it with Dr. Bronner's. When the water was the right temperature again I slid the dildo back into my ass, giving myself another enema. Not nearly as much as he had put in me, but enough to make my tummy start swelling.
I dropped the hose and dildo to the floor and reached behind me with my right hand to wipe the Dr. Bronner's off my asshole because it was burning a little bit. A stream of heated water sprayed my hand, surprising me. It felt kind of neat though so I reached back and sprayed my butt-water all over my hand, which was busy playing with the stream and my fluttering ass-lips. It finally dawned on me that nothing solid was coming out. I stood straight up to stop the flow. It had felt like I had some shit left in me and I figured I'd better get it out before I went to bed. Shitting in the bed was the last thing I needed to do.
I bent over and retrieved the hose and dildo. The dildo slid right back up inside of me with minimal effort. I just released the rest of the water inside of me and let the flow open my hole so that the dildo slid right inside. I clamped down on the dildo and filled myself back up pretty good. The dildo dropped to the floor again and I started massaging my tummy and jumping up and down to mix up the water and clean my insides real good.
I turned until my ass was facing the moon and released a stream of water onto the floorboards. The water looked a little dirty at first, but then cleared up. I could feel the water dropping out of my guts and massaging my asshole. It felt so good I sprung another hardon. My guts cramping a little bit as the last of the water flowed out of me.
I used the dildo to fill myself back up and this time all the water came out of me looking clean. My asshole burned a little bit, but I felt really good inside. Very light and energetic.
I got back under the shower and washed myself off and used the hose to make sure the floor and the dildo were clean. I turned off the water and put everything away really neat. One less thing to get into trouble over, fer sure!
I grabbed another of the big fluffy towels and dried myself off as I walked back to the house.
My step-dad was sitting naked on the side of the bed and watched me as I finished drying myself.
"Come over here, Boy."
"Yes, Sir."
"Lift your arms."
"Yes, Sir," I said as I lifted my arms so that he could inspect them. He felt the few wisps of hair under my arms and then smelled his fingers.
"OK, now spread your legs apart."
I briskly replied "Yes, Sir," as I hopped up and came down with my feet spread wide apart, my heat relaxed little balls bouncing and swinging in the breeze that ruffled my little patch of soft pubic hair. I was watching my flaccid cock and balls dancing around and saw a hand came swinging across my field of vision and smack me sharply on the glowing cheek of my ass.
"Feeling pretty spunky, huh, Boy?" my step-dad said with a bit of a grin in his voice.
"SIR, YES, SIR. I'M FEELING SPUNKY, SIR!" I shouted as I jumped up in the air and came down in a rigid parody of a Marine at attention, my chin tucked in, hands straight down my side, butt cheeks clenched with half-moon dimples on the sides, and my loins thrust forward putting my goods on display. My empty tummy sucked in showing off my rigged adolescent abdominal plate that was bouncing with suppressed laughter. I was feeling GOOD!
His other hand came swinging across and caught my other cheek, really stinging because it was clenched so hard.
"Get your legs back apart so I can finish inspecting you, you wise-n'-heimer little shit," He demanded, pointing to the floor right in front of him. He was just barely able to keep from laughing out loud.
I jumped up in the air again, moving towards him. I came down with my feet spread wide apart, leaning back with my hands on my calves, thrusting my genitals towards my step-dad. In my enthusiasm, I started to fall backwards. He reached forward and one of his big hands grabbed me around the base of my cock and balls, pulling me back upright and helping me to regain my balance. It felt wonderful, being held like that and having his firm, warm hand control my fall by my most private handle.
"OK, Wiseass. You can just hold that position while I do my inspection!"
He took his own sweet time carefully feeling, smelling and inspecting my cleanliness. He gave special attention to my little pubic patch, even pulling out a few hairs that were growing outside of the main pattern. Each sharply pulled hair bringing an involuntary, if ecstatic, moan from me. By the time he was finished, my legs were trembling and my back as aching.
"OK, Kid. That looks pretty good. Now turn around so that I can finish your inspection."
I pushed myself up off my calves and turned around, half staggering from the released strain on my legs. I assumed a position of attention, hands down to my sides, my adolescent frame making a straight line from my heels to the back of my head except where my butt formed a softly smooth curve that bulged backwards from my hips.
Stepdad put both hands around my waist, completely encircling me with his big paws. His hands began moving up my torso, gently exploring my velvet soft hairless skin, carefully stroking and caressing my back and sides with his work roughened hands. He ran his hands up and down my sides, across my back and up my neck and back down across my shoulders--sliding down my back again, across both ass cheeks and then up and down my smooth hairless legs.
His hands went up to my hips. His fingers reaching into my groin, tickling me a little bit, and his thumbs indenting the soft upper portion of my butt muscles. He leaned forward and began running his face all over my back, deeply inhaling my scent and tasting me here and there with his broad, wet and warm tongue. Several times he stopped and worked over a particular patch of skin or another with his mouth and tongue. Sucking and nibbling and maybe raising a few hickey's here and there. It felt wonderful. My mind was lost in a world of exquisite sensation. I could have stood there forever.
"Raise your arms, Boy."
I sighed, "Yes, Sir," and lifted my arms over my head.
He ran both his hands and his face upwards and thoroughly inspected my neck, shoulders and armpits, leaving behind several more hickeys and spit-slickened hair strands on my head and under my arms. He tilted my head to the sides and very competently cleaned out both of my ears with his tongue, using his hands to stroke and excite my throat. He even took the time to lean me backwards and use his tongue to thoroughly inspect and explore my mouth and teeth with his large, active tongue. I returned the favor by sucking and licking his tongue as it welcomely invaded my mouth. It felt like the large (fatter than any cock I'd ever seen--before his) prehensile cock of some strange animal fucking into my mouth and exploring for some unknown pleasure point--and finding them all.
He eventually worked his way back down my muscled back, glorying in my smooth hardness and putting my mind even further out into space. He ended up with his face in the small of my back and his hands clasping my hips once again. He gently pulled back on his hands and pushed forward with his tongue and face.
"Spread your legs and bend over, Boy. It's time to inspect your ass."
"Oh," I sighed as I complied, "Please inspect me, Sir. I need you to make sure I'm clean, Sir."
He watched carefully as I spread and bent slowly, heel and toeing my feet across the floor in time with my slowly bending waist. He became more and more intent as my crack spread and more and more of my little rosebud was exposed. He leaned forward putting his face into my butt crack and I heard him inhale deeply.
"Ummm, that smells so clean. I'm proud of you, Boy. You've done a really good job of cleaning yourself up."
"Did I get my asshole cleaned out OK too, Sir?
"Do you want me to check it out, Joey?"
"Yes, Sir, would you please check and make sure that I've cleaned out my asshole completely, Sir."
"That's my boy. My eager young smooth-skinned boy. My good little Joey."
I was completely at his mercy as he began exploring my ass crack and butt hole with his hands. Feeling and touching and exploring every pore and super-fine baby hair. Rubbing and caressing my flesh and my tender rosebud. When he grasped my ass cheeks in his crushing grip and brought his tongue in to more carefully explore me I thought I'd swoon. All the blood left my head and I would have fallen if he wasn't holding me up, his big fingers making white lines in my ass as his biceps bunched up to keep me from falling to the ground and bumping my head again.
I pushed back into him with what strength I had left.
"Oh, yes." I moaned. "Oh, Dad. Oh, Yes! Yes, Sir, Please, Sir... Oh please... Yes... Yes, YES, YES!!!."
He was pushing his agile tongue up inside me. Kissing and stroking my anus with his lips and tongue. Making me crazy. Putting me completely under his control. Responding without sense to every motion of his tongue. Every movement of his lips. Every stroke and every caress of his agile oral equipment causing me to twitch and thrash around, moaning and begging. Out of control and begging for more and more and more--until I did pass out from the surfeit of pleasure.
When I came too, my legs were between his thighs, my butt held by his right hand on the flat muscles of his right thigh. His middle finger buried almost completely in my anus to keep me from sliding off his callused palm. He had my head tucked under his chin as he protectively cradled and rocked my limp form. I took a deep breath and settled deeper into his chest, further down into his hand, absorbing the last little bit of his middle finger.
As I let go of the last of my tension I felt the last of the hurt and fear just flow out of my body. Suddenly great racking sobs just burst out of me as I cried for the loss of my father and the feeling of him abandoning me. Of not being loved and of being alone for too long. I cried and cried and just couldn't stop crying.
My step-dad just held onto me and kept rocking me in his arms as my tears and runny nose wet the thicket of hair on his chest. From time to time he would gently stroke the back of my head and then return his hand to holding the back of my neck.
As my crying started to break down into deep gulping, shuddering sobs he lifted me and turned me fully into and across his chest, my legs and feet on the bed and his hand still cupping my behind, his finger gently massaging my anal sheath.
"It's OK, Joey. It's OK. Let it all out. Let it go."
As the last of the sobs hit me, I felt the very last of my pained feelings just float away.
"Yes. That's it, Joey. Let it go. You're OK now, You're OK," he said as he guided my mouth to his pap. As I began nursing on his protruding nipple, I quietly fell asleep.