Date: Fri, 01 Oct 2004 00:46:26 -0400
From: Mical Manchester <nycbottommical@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Father's Men-8

Thanks for all the great emails.  I have enjoyed writing so far and will
continue to do so.  All the positive feedback has really made me eager to
continue with this series.  I enjoy using my own experiences as inspiration
for this story.  Most of the events are true and I don't mind saying which
ones if you ask.  The story is progressing how it did for me and there will
be contact between Mical and his father, don't worry.  Again, I would love
to hear from any of you with comments about the story and things you would
like to see in the future.  Please feel free to email me at:
nycbottommical@hotmail.com.


"Gonna join you, I'm running late for work," The next thing I knew my father
was in the shower with me and was soaping up his cock.  He was obviously
experiencing the normal "morning wood" problem and I couldn't take my eyes
off that amazing piece of man meat.  I used to take showers with my father
when I was young kid, but stopped once I had reached puberty.  Those
showers, I believe, are the reason for the lust I feel for my father.  It
was during those showers that I got to spy on my father's wonderful naked
body.  Even now, in my teenage years, I couldn't help but stare at this
delicious cock of his.  My father knew what I was watching and used it to
his advantage, displaying his cock in all its glory proudly in front of me.

"You have fun with Doc Skelton?"

"Yes, and thanks for telling mom I was at Sean's."

"That's ok, but your absence meant I had to fuck your mother last night,"
and my father looked at me and smiled.  "He has an amazing body, doesn't
he," my father stated as he began to soap my back and ass.

"He really does and knows how to use it."  I wiggled my ass at my father,
hoping to cause a stir in his own cock, and began to shampoo my hair.  While
I focused on my hair my father was giving my body a really good and thorough
cleaning, like when I was young.  He had cleansed not only my ass, but my
cock, abs, and stomach.  When I had finished rinsing the shampoo out of my
hair I turned and faced him and my father drew me to him.

"Just don't forget who your real daddy is and whose cock made you," and he
obscenely grabbed his cock, "you owe your life to this cock, don't forget
that boy!"

"I could never do that," and I met my father's lips and tongue in a very
passionate kiss.  My father was very worked up, spun me around, and pinned
me to the wall of the shower underneath one of the shower heads.  My father
grabbed my firm buttocks in his strong hands and massaged them.  As my
father began concentrating more and more on my boy hole, I couldn't help but
start touching my own cock.  He fucked my hole with one finger for a very
long time and then two.  With the insertion of a third finger he changed his
pace and rhythm.  My father began to fuck me in a circular motion and did it
very hard.  When he added a forth finger I felt like I was going to explode.

"Ooooohhhh, DADDY, oooooohhhh," I moaned with my face up against the wall.

"You like this, you like your hole played with?"  The elasticity of my hole
was definitely being challenged by my father and I was passing the test.  As
my father continued fucking me with his four large fingers his mouth was
exploring the back of my neck and shoulders, even taking time to bite my
earlobes.  Before I knew it my pussy had accepted all five of his fingers,
short of his fist.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH," I moaned as my father fucked me at a furious
pace.  I wasn't sure if he could get his hand out of my ass because he kept
it in place and kept turning it into my hole further and further.  With my
hands placed high on the wall of the shower, my father's fist entered my ass
and it was brutalizing my soft insides.  The funny thing about being fisted
was, it didn't hurt, at least not at that moment.  All I knew is that
minutes later I had come all over the wall in front of me and my father
seemed pleased.  He had obviously been massaging my prostate with his fist.

"Nice Mical, nice," my father got out of the shower and told me to hurry up
or I'd be late for school.  I couldn't believe it- I HAD ACTUALLY BEEN
FISTED!  I didn't want to hurry up and I didn't want to leave that shower.
I just wanted to stand under that hot water and relax my body.  I reached
down between my ass cheeks and felt my hole.  It felt slightly puffy but
fine.  I wasn't exactly sure how it would be feeling later in the day.  I
turned off the shower and got out.  Shaving in front of the mirror, was my
naked father.  He stopped shaving and gave me a pat on the ass.

"I love you soo much son," and he resumed his shaving.  I had been told that
Iwas loved twice this morning, and I believed both of the men.  I felt that
I was the luckiest boy in the world to have two such hot daddy figures in my
life

My ass was on fire for most of the day.  I could barely sit down and barely
concentrate on my studies.  I sat with my ass raised off my seat during most
of my classes and my teachers looked at me strangely, all but one.   Mr.
McDonald was my U.S. History teacher.  He was young, freshly out of school
with his Masters degree.  He was tall, well built without being overly
muscular, dark haired and had a wonderful smile.  All the girls in my class
had a thing for him, although I always felt he didn't go that way. On the
way out of class he stopped me:

"You ok Mical?  You look very uncomfortable?"

"Yeah, I just hurt myself earlier," and he gave me the sweetest smile.

"Excuse me for asking, but, are you burning down there?

"Yes, slightly."

"What do you have next hour?"

"Gym."

"Good, the Coach will be able to help solve that burn," and he smiled.

I had made it through 6 classes, with only one remaining.  If there was one
class I could possibly get out of it would be gym in which my Coach was the
instructor.  I went in the gym, saw all my friends changing, and went into
the Coach's office.  Coach was drawing up some plays on the chalkboard.

"Hey Coach," and I threw my bag down onto the floor.

"What's wrong Manchester," he said to me without turning his head.

"Well, I kind of have this pain and it is really hurting me."

"Pain, where?  I can help you out."

"Well Coach, it's kind of my ass, I don't know why, but it burns like
something awful."  I noticed that he had dropped his chalk and that I now
had his full attention.  He went over and shut his door and closed the
blinds.

"Let's take a look."  I was very hesitant to show my burning hole to my
coach, "come on Mical, I'm your coach and friend, if I can't help you out
who can?"  I slowly pulled down my jeans and underwear and exposed my hole
to the coach.  "Whoah, what the hell happened?  It's all red and irritated.
Get something shoved up your ass," and he laughed.

"No, I'm not sure what happened."

"Ok, I know how I can help," Coach opened up the door to the locker room and
called for Coach Davis, his assistant, who came inside the office.  "Mical
here has a problem that I need to help him with this hour and I'm wondering
if you would run the drills for me?  Make sure those kids work hard out
there."

"You got it Coach," and the hot black assistant left with a smile on his
face.  He definitely took a deep look at my crack.  Coach Davis called the
boys out into the gym and they started their laps.  Coach took me into the
adjacent room where medical care and medical problems were dealt with.

"Lean over the table Manchester, I'm going to apply some ointment to your
hole.  It may feel cool at first, but it should stop the burning."  How I
had found myself leaning over the edge of another doctor's examination table
I'll never know, but I was used to it.  I heard the Coach pull off the cap
to the ointment and he began to apply the cool fluid to my asshole.  The
Coach did it in a very gentle manner, with two fingers in a circular motion.
  I was shocked at how fast the liquid had cooled down the burning and how
wonderful it was beginning to feel.  Having my pussy rubbed like that made
my cock react and the Coach definitely noticed it.

"Liking this Manchester?  Don't worry, it happens to everyone who gets their
hole rubbed by me.  I have a talent.  I'm skilled," and he laughed at
himself.  I did begin to feel that he was enjoying rubbing my pussy as well
and couldn't help but feel that he was getting closer to me, more on top of
my body, and was breathing heavily.  I was sure that he had done his job and
that he could stop by now, but he just kept going and my cock wasn't going
down any.

"Looks like your cock needs the same kind of attention that this pussy is
getting Mical," I had never heard the Coach call me by my first name before.
  "Turn around boy, and let me see that thing."  I spun around and the Coach
was on his knees and was ready to give me a blow job.

He began by playing with my balls.  He rolled them around gently in his hand
like they were a set of massage balls.  He put each one in his mouth
separately and gave them a really good tongue bath.  Eventually, he worked
his way up to my shaft.  He licked up and down it, up and down.  The
sensations it sent throughout my body were amazing.

"Coach, ahhh yeah, suck it, suck it Coach."

"Shut up Manchester and let me suck this thing! There is nothing I love more
than Manchester meat," I let my head fall backwards and settled in for this
great blowjob.  Something he just said made me think- he loved Manchester
meat?  I began to wonder how many times he had had his mouth wrapped around
my father's pole, or in my father's ass, or had been stuffed by my father's
cock?   I felt like I was following in the footsteps of my father and
sleeping with his entire past.  I wondered if there was a hot gay or bi man
in this town or surrounding area that hadn't fooled around with my father.
Enough focusing on my father, I was getting a world class blow job and I was
going to enjoy it.  The Coach dropped my cock from his mouth.

"You take after dad, he also has a great cock."

"Thanks, now suck that cock!"  I grabbed my Coach's mouth and placed it back
on my pole and he resumed his sucking.  The release was building up in my
balls and I didn't want to cum just yet.  I jumped back onto the table and
lifted my legs up high into the air, my pussy fully exposed.  Even though it
was returning to normal, it wasn't ready to be fucked again, but a nice
tonguing would help fix matters.

"EAT ME COACH, EAT MY HOLE!"  The coach didn't wait for any more words of
instruction and ate my ass like he hadn't had any ass or anything to eat in
days.  He was an ass hungry man and he showed it.  At times I felt he was
seriously going to suck the whole thing up into his mouth and devour my
complete ass.  He had a firm grip on my buttocks and kept pulling me more
into his mouth.  The coach had kicked off his gym shorts and was jacking his
cock off hard.  His tongue on my hole made me extremely hard and horny and I
couldn't help but jack off as well.  Eventually, after almost 15 minutes,
the coach got up and took aim at my chest, he was about to cum.

"TAKE THIS YOU WHORE, TAKE MY CUM YOU BITCH, AHHHH, AHHHHH,
AGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHH..."  By the time he had finished he had deposited
4 thick loads of man cream onto my body.  Watching him cum made me pull on
my own meat a little bit faster.  The coach pushed my hands away and grabbed
my cock, hard, and began thrusting it into his hands.  I thought that he was
seriously going to pull my cock off.

"OOoooooggg, OAOOOOOOO, YES COACH, AHHHHHHHHHHHHH, HEREEEE IT
CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMSSS..." I shouted off in such force I was sure it was
heard outside the locker room and into the gym.  Coach began to completely
clean up the traces of cum from my body and then kissed me.

"You better run along Manchester, I have things to do this afternoon," and
he pulled up his shorts and wiped the sweat from his body, "by the way,
you're excused from practice this afternoon.  Go home and rest that hole!"
I didn't feel that ashamed that the coach knew about my sexual leanings, or
that the coach knew my father sexually as well, and I definitely was going
to do this again with the coach.  I looked into the mirror and I was a mess
and covered in cum, I needed to wash up, problem is class had ended and the
kids were coming back into the locker room.  I picked up my clothes, threw
them onto my body and ran out of the office.  I made a quite dash through
the halls out to the parking lot and to my car.

"Where you going Mical in such a hurry," I heard shouted at me as I left.  I
was happy to get into my vehicle unnoticed by my classmates and teachers and
sped away.  I grabbed a towel that was on the passenger seat and tried to
rub some of the dried sperm off my face and any other noticeable part of my
body.  I didn't think my mother or father would be home when I returned, and
didn't want to take the chance.  I still felt the need to hide this from my
mother, although my father would have just laughed and wished it had been
him getting covered in cum, rather than me.
The house was empty when I pulled into the driveway and I was happy about
that.  It allowed me an opportunity to clean up and relax and do whatever I
wanted.  I put on some sweats, grabbed a drink from the fridge and turned on
the television.  Since my parents weren't home I wouldn't be harassed to do
my homework instead of watching the boob tube.  I passed out at one point
was awoken by the opening of the door in the kitchen.

"Hey son, how was school," I looked at the clock and noticed that my father
was home from work early.  I always thought my father looked soo handsome in
his work clothes and I thought they flattered in his body perfectly.

"Ok, I guess.  My ass was burning pretty badly."

"Sorry about that son, I guess I got carried away."

"That's ok dad," and my father looked upset.

"What's my name?"

"Daddy," and I smirked at my father and he smiled back.

"Since your mom isn't around, it's DADDY!  Got that?"

"Yes sir," and we both laughed.

"Want to join me at the gym son?  I know your hole isn't feeling that great,
but that doesn't mean you can't work out the rest."

"Sounds good daddy, I haven't worked out in a while."

"Cool, let me get changed and I'll meet you down here in a few minutes."  I
joined my father in going upstairs since I needed to get my own gym stuff
together.  I grabbed my bag and headed into my parent's room where he was
only partially changed.  He had slipped on a pair of sweats but his upper
body was still completely bare.  I couldn't help but stare at his huge upper
body and muscular chest.  I clearly would do anything this man ever wanted
from me.

We walked into the gym and I noticed that it wasn't that busy, but that
there was a good mix of younger and older men, all with great bodies.  My
father was good "friends" with the management so we were always treated well
when we went there.

"Hey Ric, you've brought the boy in today?  We've missed him."

"Yes, Eddy.  It's about time he worked out with us again," my father
responded to the gym assistant behind the desk.  Eddy was in his early 20s
and a student at one of the local colleges.  He had a perfect gym built body
and the most amazing white teeth and smile.  He also had one of the happiest
and kindest personalities I had ever seen.  I guessed that is why he was at
the front desk welcoming people.

"Mical, I'm not sure if you remember me," and he extended his hand my way.
"I'm Eddy and if you need any help, you let me know," and he smiled at me.
My father was quick to respond.

"I'm sure we both will Eddy, we both will.  You are the man that fixes all
sorts of problems, big and small," and my father looked into Eddy's eyes and
made him blush.

The locker room was filled with all sorts of men in various states of
undress and I couldn't contain my eyes from bulging out of their sockets.
Since my father was a "valued" member he had his own locker and I would just
share it with him.  As my father opened the door of his locker various slips
of paper fell out onto the floor.

"Shit, I hate it when they do this."  My father gathered most of the papers
and threw them into a nearby waste basket.  One of the papers had fallen by
my foot and I picked it up.  The note read, ""I'll be here on Saturday, from
6-8 and I would be honored if you would fuck me," followed by a phone number
and signed Aaron.  As I became a regular at the gym and wound up with my own
locker, these notes would also end up in my locker and I quickly found out
that these were sexual invitations.  My father came back to the locker and I
quickly got rid of the paper.  My father's handsome face, looked a bit
annoyed but he smiled at me and said:

"Let's hit the weights son."  We spent about two hours in the gym lifting
and squatting and challenging every part of our bodies.  I enjoyed spotting
for my dad and watching all the men in the gym stare in amazement and awe at
the amount of weight he was lifting.  Soo many of the "regulars" came over
and spoke with us and my father joked around with them about a variety of
subjects.  My father was definitely a very popular figure at the gym and I
didn't blame him for the time he spent at the gym after work, when he could
have been home with me and my mother.  The weightlifting was tiring me, so I
decided to do some cardio and jumped on a bike.

"Hey Mical, what's up," came the voice of a familiar friend.

"Sean, buddy, should have known you'd be here."

"Yeah, can't go a day without working out, can I," Sean's eyes focused away
for just a second and they found my father, "I'll see ya later Mical, I'm
gonna go and challenge your dad."  Sean went over and joined the group that
was growing larger around my father, in fact, it had grown larger ever since
the moment I left.  A few of the guys welcomed Sean with pats on the ass and
I noticed Sean leaned down and kissed my father, which got a roar out of the
group.  Again, I was jealous and was feeling left out.   I didn't understand
why I wasn't be included in my father's "gym activities" since he was now
feeling ok about having sex with me.  I could do everything Sean could, and
could be everything that Sean was, so why didn't I have more chances to show
this?

"Dad, I'm ready to go, I'm exhausted," I said with a tone of frustration as
I rejoined the group.  I noticed the men surrounding my father were
disappointed.

"But Ric, what about our relaxing group sauna," one of the men said with a
very lecherous look on his face.

"Sorry boys, I'm doing what my son wants today," and he looked into my eyes
and smiled.  Seeing those warm eyes looking at me melted my anger away.  He
got up from his bench, hit me with a towel on the ass and we walked into the
locker room.

"Sorry dad, I just need to get back home."

"That's ok Mical.  In fact, you saved me.  There isn't a piece of ass or
cock in here that interests me today.  I've had them all."  I opened the
locker and a small piece of paper fell out and onto the floor, as I picked
it up, my father said, "Give it here," and he extended his giant hand to me.
  He read the piece of paper and gave it a malicious smile.  I thought that
he was going to throw the paper away like he had done with the others, but
instead he took out his wallet and carefully put the paper inside.

We walked into the shower area and hung our towels on the hooks that lined
the wall and we rinsed off.  My father was scrubbing my back as he had done
earlier and I backed up against him and felt his huge bulge against my
bubble butt.  At that moment a young man walked in, carrying a towel on his
shoulder and soap on his right hand.  He must have been in his early
twenties and was very cute, although he looked younger because of his
smaller build.  He had short brown hair and dark brown eyes, beautiful red
lips, was about 5'10, 160 lbs and was completely smooth.  He gave me a wink
and when his eyes met my father they changed.  They went into a sort of a
trance.
He took the shower that was next to ours and would frequently steal a look
at my father.  My father had his eyes closed and didn't notice the young
man, he just stood under the shower, enjoying the warmth.  I was carefully
looking at this guy and noticed that as he looked at my father, his penis
got larger and harder.  My father opened his eyes and caught the glare of
the young man.

"Hello," my father politely said.

The poor guy was so nervous that he dropped the soap and blushed.  I heard
my father laugh he continued to stare at the kid.  The poor guy was blushing
bright red and had a full erection and kept dropping the soap.  Every time
the young man bent over to pick the soap up I saw my father, admiring the
guy's hairless bubble butt and give him a mischievous smile.  I also noticed
that my father's cock was getting bigger and thicker, I then heard my father
say:

"Alright boy.  All done.  Do me a favor and get the locker open, I'll be
right there.", and with his head he motioned me to start walking.  As I made
my way to the locker, I heard my father say to the young man.  "You know,
you keep dropping the soap like that and someone is going to take it as an
invitation", and heard my father's sexy laughter. The young man, got all
tongue tied and with a nervous laughter finally said:

"Ha...well...it ...kinda is...."

There was no conversation or a single sound for about 10 minutes.  Jealousy
once again set in and I didn't want to wait any longer for my father so I
slammed the door.  My father came out of the shower, with a towel around his
waist and a flushed face.  His enormous cock, was now at full staff and
there was no point in hiding his monster.  As he walked towards me, he had a
very pleased look on his face and said in a loud voice:

"Here we are... locker 24!" It hit me that the comment had been intended for
the kid in the showers and when he took off the towel, I noticed that his
enormously thick cock was still half hard and lubricated in spit and precum.
  He took our clothes out of the locker and we dressed in silence.  I think
my father was still trying to recover from the blowjob he had received in
the shower.

We left the lockers and left the gym, with a large amount of guys watching
our backsides as we exited.  My father and I were both exhausted and ready
to go home.  The drive home was silent until my father started rubbing my
sore thighs.

"Mmmm, that feels good daddy, thanks."

"I just want to make you happy Mical."  I truly did believe that statement
and wasn't sure my father was aware of how much jealousy he drew out of me
each and every time he was with a younger boy. Upon entering the house we
noticed that my mother wasn't home.  She had placed a note in the kitchen on
the table stating that she would be late because she had a function to
attend.  Sometimes it seemed that my mother wasn't as home almost as much as
my father.  She lived the life of a suburban housewife and was always
involved with good causes and functions.

"Hey son, I feel like something is missing between the two of us.  The other
night with Sean was not the way I imagined our first time would be like, but
I couldn't help myself when I saw you boys going at."

"I know daddy, it's not how I wanted it either."

"Well, I think an opportunity has arisen for us to make things right
tonight.  If that hole is feeling ok son, I'd like to make love to you."

"I have been waiting for this daddy for so long."  Even if my pussy had been
burning and bleeding I would have allowed my father access that night.  My
father looked into my eyes, grabbed my hand and led me upstairs to his
bedroom.

"Shit, I forgot something.  I'll be right back," my father left the room and
went downstairs.  I took this chance to look at myself in the mirror and fix
myself for my father.  I lay myself down on my parents bed and waited for my
father to return.  When my father came back in the room he was carrying a
bucket of ice, two glasses, champagne, and some strawberries.

"Sorry, it's the romantic in me.  I always thought that our first time would
be something special, something really memorable.  I never wanted to treat
you like one of the other boys.  You're my son and you mean the world to
me."

"God, that's soo nice to hear daddy," I said with a heavy heart.  I felt
like I had butterflies in my stomach I was soo nervous and in love with this
man.  I wanted everything to be perfect.

"Can't have you being the one naked," and my father took off his t-shirt and
then his sweats, followed by his jock.  My father handed me a glass, popped
the cork of the champagne and poured us two glasses of bubbly and began his
toast:

"To my son Mical, the joy of my life.  May this evening bring us closer and
may we form a bond that will never be broken."  I sat on the edge of the bed
with my father and brought my glass to his.  We took a sip and set our
glasses down and my father gave me the largest kiss on my mouth.  His lips
were full and wet and hot.  I could almost feel the heat being released from
his body.  Both of our cocks were rock hard, and we hadn't even done
anything yet.  He reached into the bowl of strawberries and rubbed one
against my lips.  When I went to suck it he pulled it away from me in a
playful manner and when I tried to suck it for a second time he kept it
there.  "It should have been a cherry, but, that hole has already been
popped!"

My father pushed my gently onto the bed and brought his mouth to my body.
There was no organized manner in which he was kissing my body, he just did
it and it felt wonderful.  Having such a handsome, muscular man above me,
kissing me, just made me melt.  I was finally having my ultimate fantasy and
dream come true.  He focused mainly on my chest and abs, although he loved
smelling and licking my pits as well as my neck.  My father finally focused
on my nipples that were getting harder by the minute.  He swirled his tongue
around them and bit them lightly.

"We're going to have to toughen these babies up son.  I'm going to have to
teach you about heavy nipple play, but for now, we'll start with these."  My
father reached over and grabbed an ice cube and he began rubbing it over my
left and then my right nipple.  He was doing this with his fingers and was
blowing on them at the same time with his hot breathe.  It caused a very
arousing stimulation and my nipples had never been soo hard.  My father
inserted another ice cube into his mouth and while he rubbed one cube on my
nipple he rolled another on the opposite nipple with his tongue.  It felt
amazing.

When the ice had melted my father and I engaged in a heavy round of kissing
and fondling.  After every experience this night we would always start
kissing and fondle each other.  My father had just given me such pleasure
and I wanted to pay him back.  While he was still on top of me I grabbed his
crotch and have it a tug.

"I want to suck this daddy, I want to suck the cock that made me."

"You want my cock son?  Here," my father got onto the bed and I quickly
started sucking him off.
I cannot describe the awesome feeling and fulfillment that I felt being
stuffed with my father's cock.  It was huge and I did my best to accommodate
it and used all the techniques I had to pleasure it.  "That feels great son,
ahhhhhhh, that feels sooo great.  You are an amazing cock sucker."

My father rolled over onto his side and took my cock into his mouth.  This
was my favorite sucking position and had been doing it with Sean for years.
It is the best feeling to have a wet hungry mouth on your cock while you are
sucking off another giant piece of meat.  My father's cock began to leak
precum and I couldn't get enough of it.  He was leaking heavily and I knew
he was really ready for some fucking.  The foreplay was nice, but he was
ready for the main thing.  My father pulled us up and held me in his arms.
He had a very serious look on his face.

"Son, I want to bareback you.  I don't want you to worry because I was
tested this week and everything was fine.  You know I love you and would
NEVER harm you and that I would KILL anybody who every hurt you.  I just
really need to breed you son and want you to feel my sperm up your ass," my
father pleaded before I cut him off.

"I want that too daddy.  I want you to be my first that way."

"Thank You Son!'  I had never seen such an appreciative look on my father's
face and he positioned me so that I was on all fours.  He got up behind me
on the bed, kissed my back and started drawing his cock into my ass.  It was
slow, intense and powerful.  "You like that cock in your ass son."

"Mmmmm, ooooohhh yes daddy, oooohhhhh yes."

"I want to hear it boy, tell me," and I turned my head as much as I could
and with all the force I could muster I shouted:

"YES DADDY, I LOVE THAT COCK, I NEED THAT COCK, PLEASE FUCK ME AND DON'T
STOP!"  My father took my words to heart and picked up the pace, turned on
by the sluttish manner in which I was speaking to him.  He was now really
slamming into my boy hole, slamming his full weight against my ass.  His
cock was barely withdrawing from my ass, it seemed it was just being lodged
in there and my father was trying to push it up into my stomach.  Mostly,
all I could feel were his huge monster shaped balls smacking against my ass.

"Ooooooh, oooooohhhhh, mpppppppppppppp."

"Tight, ooooohhhh, sooooo tight boy."  My dad kept fucking me with all the
passion and love and strength he could muster.  He was sweating heavily down
onto my back and ass and was using it as a lubrication to ride me harder and
harder.  "Ok boy, I want you on your back," my father grabbed my hips and
spun me over, "grab your legs boy and pull them back as far as you can."

"Yes sir."  I was amazed at how far back my legs were moving without causing
a whole lot of pain or stress on my body.

"WOW BOY, THAT'S GREAT!  I CAN GET GREAT, DEEP PENETRATION NOW!"  My father
was right.  With my legs at that angle he was able to fuck his cock deeper
into my pussy than any man had been able to before.  My father was reaching
new depths of my ass and I was glad.  The position not only brought me an
enormous amount of pleasure but it also brought my father's face down onto
mine and his lips would be kissing mine for the rest of the fuck.  The
deeper the fuck went, the harder and more intense the fuck became.  My
father was really loosing control of himself and he was really an animal in
heat and was intent on breeding my hole full of his sperm.

"Mmmm, ooohhh boy, this is fucking sweet... Hot tight ass on you... oooooo
god, mmmmmmmmmm, aoooooohhhhm, agggrrrhhhhhhhhh," and he sped up to
lightening fast speed and I tightened my ass muscles on his cock as much as
I could.  I couldn't hold my own orgasm in much longer, especially with the
assault my father was delivering on my prostate.

"Ooooooo, daddy, gonnna cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," and I shot a thick load of cum
up onto my father's chest.

"Mmmmm, soooo good boy, yes... here it cumms... get ready... gonna shoot a huge
load into your ass son, ahhhhh,... OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO," and my father
shot what I thought was about 6 or 7 loads of his juice into my bowels,
thrusting into me with every disposal.  My father slowly withdrew his cock
from my ass, lower my feet from above and stuck his mouth on the end of my
ass.  My father spent several minutes sucking out his own cum from my ass
and feeding it to me with his tongue.

Eventually, my father exhausted himself and fell down onto my heaving chest.
  I enjoyed being embraced and connected to my father in a mix of cum and
sweat and to feel the heat that our bodies generated.  I truly was in love
with this man and was constantly amazed at what his body was capable of
doing.

"That was amazing boy, just amazing," my father said to me, his eyes meeting
mine in a loving gaze.

"That was soo special daddy.  A dream come true for me."

"I love you soo much Mical." My father gave me a huge kiss on the lips and
embraced me in his huge arms.  My father's cell phone rang and it was my
mother.  I helped him change the sheets and I went into the bathroom where I
could hear my father speaking to her:

"Don't worry about it hun, Mical and I just spent some quality time together
tonight...  Yes... Don't worry..." And my father's conversation continued as I
got ready for bed.  I noticed that they were talking for quite some time and
couldn't wait any longer for my father in the bathroom so I went into my
room, shut off the light and got into bed.  I had only been in bed a few
minutes when the lights of the bathroom were shut off and I saw the shadow
of my father enter my room.

"Mom won't be home for awhile, so, I'm going to sleep here, if that's ok?"

"Ok, it's more than ok," and I turned onto my side and let my father situate
his body behind mine.  Even after all we had been through, I noticed that my
father was rock hard.  I was sure that, given the opportunity and the
absence of my mother, we would be fucking again at some point during the
night, but for now I was just happy to have the most important man in my
life in bed with me, holding me.

"Good night daddy."

"Good night son."