Date: Sun, 28 Jan 2018 09:21:30 -0600 From: R D Subject: Noise Complaint This is a story that contains sex between father and son If that isn't your interest, feel no need to read further. Please, no one under 18, do not read this where it is illegal to do so. Please consider donating to Nifty. They've provided many loads at no charge. --- Clark was a single father, and he was home alone. That meant he was doing what all single fathers do when they were home alone. He pulled open his robe and slid his briefs to his ankles. His half-hard cock rested against his thigh. He raked his fingers through his pubes, letting his balls bounce as he began to enjoy his body. His eyes were half lidded, a few empty beer bottles sitting on the table next to him. He peeled his foreskin back, breathing in his own raw scent before sliding it up. And again. And again, his cock thickening in his hand. He reached between his legs to tug those low hangers, using his entire body to pleasure himself. His hand began to stroke faster, the wet slurps of the hood filling the air as he dribbled precum into his palm. His breath caught in his chest as he curled his toes. Knock knock knock. His heart pounded in his chest, cock oozing precum like a faucet. He turned towards the door, hoping maybe it had been been imagined. Knock knock knock. Shit. Clark pulled his briefs back up, cock letting out a splatter of precum straight into the fabric in protest, soaking a hearty damp spot. He pulled his robe back around himself, trying to disguise the all-too-obvious bulge before at last walking to the door and swinging it open. A thick chested police officer greeted him through the mesh of the screen door. Clark felt a sudden rush of embarrassment and instinctively pulled his robe a little tighter around his body. In his sex addled brain, he struggled to focus on the officer's words, eyes drifting down to that thick bulge. A word finally pulled him out of the fog. 'Son.' "I'm sorry, could you repeat that?" Clark said, shaking his head. "I said I need you to sign a few things and take your son, Charlie. We've got him in the back of the squad car," the cop replied, gesturing back towards the cruiser in the street. Clark narrowed his eyes, barely able to make out the distinctive shape of a young boy. "You're kidding," Clark said as the paperwork was handed to him. A wave of emotions rushed up inside him. "He was with his friends tonight. He said it was a scout meeting." "'Fraid not," the cop replied, scratching away at some forms on a clip board. "Public nudity, public indecency, noise complaints." "I'm sorry, what?" Clark cut him off, whipping around to look again at the outline of the boy sitting yards away. "Yeah, noise complaints. That's how we found them. They were hooting and hollering, moaning and groaning. Your boy is the only one we caught," the cop replied before at last handing Clark the clipboard. "Look, this seems like a shock to you, and we're just going to give him a warning. But make sure you give that boy a talking to. I'd hate to see him on some list." Clark signed shakily and returned the warning. The cop tore off the carbon copy and tipped his hat returning to the car. Clark's eyes looked back down at the written violation. McWilliams Woods, 10PM. Responded to a noise complaint and reports of several young men on the property. Suspect was seen having intercourse. Upon approach, the young men scattered. Suspect was apprehended while attempting to redress. "Dad?" Clark lowered the paper, looking at his angelic son, sound uniform dirty and mussed, eyes full of fear as he looked at his father. Clark could only manage one word, "Inside." The two entered and shut the door behind them. Clark silently walked back to the living room. The boy following from a distance, afraid his father would turn at any moment. He kept his eyes trained on the floor. Clark slumped down in his recliner where moments ago he had been seconds away from a toe curling orgasm. And now this. He founds himself suddenly aware of the cold, damp precum in his briefs. Charlie remained standing before his father. His scout uniform was covered in dirt and mud. Below the hem of his shorts, his knees were still filthy. Clark knew exactly what would lead to dirty knees out in the woods. His head swam with thoughts and he began to rub his brow to try to hold them all together. "I think we should have a talk," he said, the wheels starting to click and turn in his head. "Where were you? And where did you learn how to do this?" Charlie shifted from foot to foot, forced to stand in front of his father. "It really did start out as a scout meeting, Dad. Afterwards, we go on hikes sometimes. The other scouts taught me as soon as I moved from Webelos. It's part of initiation." "This was your initiation?" Clark parroted. "No," Charlie replied, feeling his face burn. "I had mine, but I liked it." "It's OK, son." Clark said with a soft sigh, trying to drain some of the tension in the room, "You can talk to me. I just want to make sure they aren't hurting you." The boy reached up to toy with the dangling fabric of his kerchief. "I don't mind if it hurts a little. They said that's what makes it manly." Clark's cock throbbed to life. He adjusted in his seat, head swimming with the images of his son spending the last two years being lead out to the woods to be fucked. How many loads inside that hole? How many cocks in those lips? "Strip." Clark raised a finger and pointed at the boy. "Get naked, I need to make sure you aren't getting hurt too badly out there." Charlie let out a quiet groan under his breath as he obeyed his father's request. His eyes fell to the floor as he pulled his kerchief off and unbuttoned his shirt, body covered in streaks of dirt as well, contrasting the milky smooth skin. He let the shirt fall and bent over to untie his boots. Clark's cock throbbed again at the sight, thinking about how many men had been behind him that very position. Charlie slipped the boots off and dropped his shorts, revealing no underwear. His cock was still a boy's cock with no pubes to be seen. The droopy hood in inherited from his father rested atop his soft sack. He modestly covered himself with his hands as Clark circled his finger in the air. "Turn around, lean forward, and grab your ankles." Charlie did as he was told. His back arched with such grace, the little preteen slut unable to stop himself from moving like he was showing off. That hairless bubble butt swayed as he leaned forward to grab his ankles, cheeks spread. The hole was pink and perfect, the smell of BOY filling the air from the sweat and grime built up in the woods and a long ride in a squad car. Clark marveled at it before giving another order. "Cough hard." Charlie hesitated before again obeying. He gave a hard cough, making the hole flex. A pearly tear of cum, a stranger's cum, some dirty pervert's cum, ran from his son's hole and down his taint, over those beautiful balls. Clark's cock twitched and pulsed. He was angry. This was his son. He made this boy. And some other man had been inside him. He opened his robe and pulled his briefs down to his ankles. He surged to his feet, resting that thick cock between the boy butt cheeks. Charlie jumped in surprise but maintained his position. Clark rolled his hips, starting to saw his cock up and down between that cleft, watching the cum dribble from his slutty son. Charlie bit his lip in anticipation. His body was tense, feeling the cock that made him against his body. He couldn't help but enjoy it, letting out little coos and moans, the same that had gotten him busted that night. "Oh Dad. Daddy!" His hole was still tender and sore from the evening's activities. Clark marveled down at it, skinning back his cock to push the glossy and slick head against his pucker. "Daddy!!" The boy let out a lewd cry, body moving of it's own accord. He reared back into his father, trying to take more. His breath grew hot and heavy, heart pounding like his hummingbird in his chest. Clark's rough hands seized his hips, only keeping that first inch inside, despite the boy's fight to take even more. "2... 3..." Clark counted slowly, counting off the inches as he slid inside the boy. Each push evoked another squeal of pleasure. His calloused hands roamed the boy's body. "You little slut, you're all stretched and sloppy. Give a little clench for me, son. Squeeze around Daddy." Charlie fought to keep from howling in bliss as his father teased him with a few inches. His cocklet bounced, rock hard and twitching without being touched at all. He obeyed his order, clenching down around his father's shaft, that perfect boy ass nearly pulling him another inch inside as he did. "Anything for you, Dad!" He slid up from his ankles, craning his head back to meet his father, the two kissing far too deep for father and son as the two began a shallow rut. Each push a little harder and rougher and deeper. Clark pulled out, marveling at the sight of his own thick breeder cock, the cock that whelped this cumdump into existence, and pushed forward, inch by inch, until he at last rested balls deep in his own son. "Good boy! Fuck, that's Daddy's boy. I'm so proud. You took the whole thing." He tilted his hips, starting to grind against the boy's prostate. "Let's see how you like getting your prostate worked. Even your old man likes this one from time to time." Charlie moaned loud, a single clear droplet of boy syrup falling from the confines of his hood. He let it fall to the floor between his legs, trying to keep squeezing and riding in time with the thrusts, solely focused on the pleasures of his father. The calloused hands worked over his flat chest and tender nipples before sliding down to milk that dribbling cock. They both rumbled and roared over the sounds of flesh slapping against flash. Heavy breeder balls slapped against the boy's young nuts. Charlie wrenched his eyes shut as his father jackhammered his ass, rougher and bigger than any of the boys who had bred him before. He quaked before crying out, caught in a dry cum, hole clenching and body spasming as his father rooted deep inside him, riding him through it. "You want to get picked up by the cops for being a noisy little slut? Come on, kiddo. Be noisy little slut! Moan for your Daddy!" Clark snarled out before slamfucking deep into the boy and hilting. The two moaned together as that big Daddy cock erupted, GUSHING and PUMPING that sweet boyhole full of splatters of the spunk that made him. The two panted for breath. Still balls deep inside him, Clark wrapped his arms around the boy and eased him backwards, sitting back on the recliner with his cock burrowed deep into his own son. He planted a warm fatherly kiss atop his head in his shaggy hair. "Good boy. Good boy. Daddy's so proud." Charlie fell back against his dad's furry chest, hands feeling the bulge in his belly where he was stuffed to the limit with cock and cum. "So, I'm not in trouble?" he mewled sweetly. Clark chuckled softly and rolled his hips. "Mmm, we'll talk about your punishment after round two."