Date: Sun, 6 Apr 2014 16:15:47 +1000
From: Marcus Pavlovski <marcuspavlovski@gmail.com>
Subject: My Winter with Dad 2

I couldn't help it. I had to cum in my boys sock. I'm a terrible father, I
know, but it would be so hot to know that my son is wearing socks that are
soaked with my cum. It would be even more interesting to know if he will
actually wear them. So with a few quick strokes, I left my seed dripping
into the socks. The smell got me and gave me another hard on. I saw that
Marcus was stirring in his bed and quickly left to get breakfast ready. I
was downstairs and heard Marcus wake up and move around upstairs "HURRY UP
MARCUS" I shouted. then a few moment later he shouted back "I'M COMING
PETER", I always loved it when he played around with me like that. I saw
him walking down the stairs with the cum filled socks, and my erection
instantly hardened even more. I quickly turned to the fridge to hide it and
pretended I was looking for something to eat.

My boner calmed down and I turned to him and said "Well hello there
Birthday Boy".

"Goodmorning dad" he replied with a little cut smile.

"Are you excited for your party this afternoon?" I asked him. I could see
that he wasn't excited and said to him "I can cancel it if you like. I know
you just want to stay home and sleep and eat and shit all day" I gave a fat
laugh.

"Thanks dad", he replied to me. God his smile was so beautiful. I wanted to
just grab his head and kiss the fuck out of him, but I knew I couldn't, and
that made me want to be with him even more.

I called everyone and cancelled the party. Greg was really pissed off, but
I wasn't planning to fuck Greg so his opinion didn't matter. The house was
very warm despite the blizzard outside, so I chucked on some tight shorts
and a very tight shirt. Maybe that way I might get to see if Marcus at
least checks me out. I began cooking dinner and I needed to get it out of
the oven. When I bent down I purposefully rose my arse out into the air and
I heard and felt a loud rip. I wasn't wearing underwear on purpose, just so
Marcus can see my hairy hole and so I can see if he liked it. I quickly
apologized and ran to my room to get changed. Did it work? I hope it did,
and maybe I might get my answer when I got back out. I saw that Marcus was
about to leave but when he saw me he stayed put. Good. His cute face turned
red and I saw myself 20 years ago. He looked exactly like me, well except
younger and in better shape. When I walked into the kitchen I smelled
it. My favourite smell in the whole world. Cum. Even better, Marcus'
cum. "Did you have an accident son?" I asked and laughed. His face turned
into a tomato and I said "Its fine, I don't care Marcus", that seemed to
calm him down, but I still didn't get what I wanted. " Come on Marc, lets
see what mess you've made", he immediately obeyed and pulled down his
pants. The smell of cum grew stronger and I couldn't resist. I fell to my
knees and began sniffing his soaked underpants.

The smell was extasy. I was in Wonderland, and I had to try it. The cum
soaked through and started forming a thick puddle on the outside of the
underwear. With a single lick, I swallowed thousands of my grandchildren
and the taste and smell of my beautiful sons cum made my cock drip with
excitement. "Is this what you wanted son?", he nodded back to me nervously
and I pulled down his underpants. The smell only grew stronger and I
grabbed his cock with my hand. It was a huge piece of meat. No where near
as big as mine, but for a 15 year old, a 7 inch cock is more than enough. I
licked the head lightly and picked up another bead of precum from his piss
slit. Before I knew it, I had the whole cock down my throat. The precum was
still coming out consistently and made it all the better. I rolled my
tongue over his dickhead, over and over until he was shouting out. I knew
he was about to cum and I kept going until I got huge loads of thick hot
cum in my mouth. Load after load after load, it seemed never ending and I
didn't want it to end. But unfortunately, every good thing comes to an
end. I swallowed the huge load with no problem, and I was so proud of my
boy.

I still had an erection. So I took him to my bedroom and we both laid
down. I didn't want to get rid of my boner so we just laid there for
hours. I let him spoon me and he got another boner. I tried to turn him
around and maybe fuck him, but he pushed me away and said "Dad, I'm not a
fag. I'm a man and I want to fuck fags", I was so glad, because I was a
faggot. I was pure bottom, after I divorced Marcus' mother I never fucked
another person.. After a while I got up and took him to the
bathroom. "Marc, you're a man now, and I'm still a fag. I'm your fag now,
and you're my man. I don't look like a faggot and I need you to make me
look like one. You're getting stronger and bigger and hairier by the
minute. You're going to be the new man of the house. I picked up a razor
and told him to shave me. He was reluctant, and he told me that fags can be
hairy too, but I told him that a faggot shouldn't have hair, only a man. So
with that he took the razor and shaved me. He shaved my back, my chest, my
stomach, my face, my arse, my cock and balls, and even my pits.

I looked myself in the mirror and was happy. My fatty stomach was going
away slowly with exercise, and I refused to exercise anything but my
stomach area. I didn't want to be muscle and manly anymore. When I was
young I turned myself falsely into a man, but that was only to hide my
innerself. I was glad now, I'm a fag and Marcus, my son, was my man.

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