Date: Fri, 11 Jan 2008 17:34:25 +0000
From: xangel.author@gmail.com
Subject: Public Paternity 2

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accurate descriptions of realistic homosexual activities that actually
happened between father and son. Liberties were taken with feelings and
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My house was small and ideally built for one person. I had a small living
room, a kitchen and dining room combo room, laundry room, bathroom with a
huge shower and tub combo just off my bedroom -- the only bedroom -- and
a nice patio with a small pool. Coming into my house, my son tossed his
bag onto the couch and stood looking at me. Closing the door, I stood
looking at him too.

            "So," He said with at nod to the surroundings. "This is
your house?"

            I nodded. "You hungry?"

            "I could use some food."

            Dinner was a collaborative effort and soon we had steaks from
the grill, mashed potatoes and macaroni and cheese. We sat at the table
and ate, an awkward silence permeating the room. Dane was quick to get up
and begin to wash dishes and I stood up soon after to help him. We were
both unsure as to where we were and what was going on with the two of us.
When the dishes were done, Dane went to take a shower and I went in to
turn down the bed for us. It would be close quarters but I hadn't
thought about having to share my house with another person in a long
while.

            Dane came out of the bathroom and a cloud of steam billowed
out behind his naked form. Small rivulets of water still streamed along
his body...and the same pants I'd been wearing earlier got very tight. My
mouth dried as I watched him walk into the room, toweling his hair.
Looking at the bed and then to me, he smiled.

            "One bed, dad?"

            "One bed, son." I said, reminding myself more than anything
else that I was still his father. I hadn't seen him grow up to this man
he was now but he was my son. "Feel better after your shower?"

            "Washes away the grime."

            Dane dried completely with the towel and lay down on the far
side of the bed. Slipping his feet under the covers, he turned onto his
side, away from me. Maybe he was going to be better with this arrangement
than I'd thought. It was time to take my shower then and I headed into
the bathroom to do just that. Maybe I wouldn't take the same warm one
that he had. Maybe I needed something to calm my nerves and not excite or
agitate me. I turned on the cold water and stepped into it, hoping it
would do it's thing.

            When I came out into the bedroom after my cold shower, I saw
that Dane had moved from his side, onto his back. His right arm bent
behind his head, his other arm draped casually over his flat stomach and
his chest rising and falling steadily. I had been in the shower long
enough for him to fall asleep. I turned down the lights as I crossed to
the foot of the bed, standing with my towel in my hands, looking down on
the slim figure of my son as he lay sleeping. I watched him for a long
time as he slept, thinking he was hardly my little boy anymore. He was
more grown than I'd ever seen him. I thought about the club again and
what he was doing there and what he'd told me he'd been doing there for
some time. I still wasn't happy about his choice of vocation but he had
to make his own way eventually. I just wished that if he were hurting
that I could have done something to ease that hurt.

            "Dad?"

            Dane slowly opened his eyes and stared at me. I stared back
and didn't verbally respond. He smiled and stretched his arms above his
head. He apologized for falling asleep on me and I assured him that was
all right. He smiled again and asked if I was coming to bed.  I nodded,
but couldn't move from where I stood at the end of the bed.

            "You really like looking at me, don't you?" Dane asked and
that dry feeling came back to my mouth again. "Lots of guys do. It's
how I made so much money at the club. I noticed that you really liked
looking at me in the club before you fu--"

            "That's enough." I said, stopping him from continuing.

            His hand slid down his stomach, pushing away the covers of
the bed as he did. "I don't think it is, dad."

            "What are you doing?"

            His hand brought up the head of his cock from under the bed
sheet and I watched him squeeze the head with his thumb and forefinger.
He coaxed a gleaming pearl of cum from it and swiped it onto his finger
before licking it off. He smiled up at me and the dryness in my mouth
became worse.

            "What does it look like I'm doing?" He answered, his hand
sliding the length of his dick as he pulled it from under the sheet.
"Being watched makes me horny."

            "Stop it." I croaked.

            He let his mouth slip into another smile and shoved the sheet
down his body as he continued to slide his hand along his shaft. Lying on
his back, he was letting his fist bring his dick up and out from his
body. There was no rush to this action, he was taking his time. As I
watched him, he watched me, never taking his eyes off me. From tip to
balls, he let his hand make love to his cock and my eyes watched every
stroke. I knew my own cock was hard but thankfully hidden behind the
towel I still held. I shouldn't be standing here watching my son
masturbate but here I was, doing just that very thing.

            "Really Dane," I said a little louder. "Stop it."

            "Don't be a killjoy, Dad."

With the fluidity of a dancer, Dane rolled over onto the bed, letting his
hand leave his cock and stretch out in front of him, like he was reaching
for me. His face came closer to my crotch, his legs stretching out behind
him...his long, lean legs that had, moments ago, been cuffed up in
stirrups. Looking up and into my eyes, he began to work his hips in a
figure eight, grinding his dick against the sheets on the bed and flexing
his ass for me. He made soft noises as he did this, inciting my cock to
harden all the more.

            His ass was beautiful -- round and covered with light brown
hairs, two perfect globes of flesh, begging for my hands on them. I
couldn't do that. This was my son, after all, and not some common
boy-whore on the street that I'd brought home for a good time. Looking
down into Dane's emerald eyes, I watched him bite at his bottom lip and
a tiny moan escaped him. His hand crept along the bed, closer to where I
held my towel over my hard dick.

            "I think I've been naughty, daddy." He said, arching his
eyebrows and giving his face an innocent, angelic quality. "I got your
sheets wet."

            He bit his lip again and my cock jumped with his wide-eyed
confession. The towel must have moved because his eyes dropped from mine
to the front of it. Returning his gaze to me, he slid his body along the
bed, melting into a kneeling position in front of me. Folding his legs
under himself, he settled back onto his heels, placing his palms flat on
his legs. Again, his eyebrows arched under his mop of hair and he had
that "puppy-dog" look about him.

            "I'm sorry, daddy." He said, his voice high but low.

            "Stop it, Dane." I repeated. It felt like all I could say.
Those three words seemed to be the extent of my vocabulary as I watched
my naked son slink into submission for me. My hard, twitching cock,
however, spoke volumes.

            "What's under the towel, daddy?" He asked, his voice
forcibly innocent.

            I said nothing. I couldn't.

            "Can I see?"

            His hand eased out and onto my leg. I wanted to stop him, to
take him by the wrist and shake him but I couldn't. I could only watch
as his hand slid up my hairy leg and into the corner of the towel that
hid my shame. I watched his hand until it grazed my cock and balls
simultaneously.

            "Daddy's got a secret." Dane said, drawing my eyes back to
his. He wore a look of mock surprise. "Daddy's...hard." He added as his
hand closed around my dick.

            "Please, Dane...don't do this." Was all I could say as his
other hand pulled my towel away and let it drop on the floor. "I don't
want us to be like...like this. I want..."

            Dane's head dipped forward and before I could protest
further, his mouth was sliding over the head of my hard cock and my
senses were leaving me. As his tight lips drew down on the hood of my
head, my hands were in his hair and my hips shoved mightily forward to
skewer him on my cock! He choked on the meat but I held him tightly on
the shaft. His hands left my dick to hold tightly to my thighs and he
choked again. My hands held him against me until I felt his throat relax,
my dick easing him open, expanding his oral muscle. All his teasing, his
moaning, his cock-stroking...this was what he wanted, was it? Well, I had
it all for him, the little cock-tease!

            "This what you wanted?" I asked him, looking down at his
impaled face. "Daddy's cock in your throat, huh? This what you
wanted?"

            To my surprise, he managed to nod, his face still skewered by
my shaft.

            "Fucking little cocksucker." I said to him, pulling him
back off my rod by his hair. "You just can't have enough, can you?"

            "No," He gasped. "Never...enough...daddy dick for this bad
boy."

            It was a combination of a lot of things. As I pulled his head
toward me and thrust my hips forward, I watched him eagerly open his
mouth for my shaft. I hadn't had a mouth on my cock in a long time. I
hadn't seen my son in what seemed like years. There hadn't been another
man in my bed in even longer than both these things and now, as I began
to move my hips back and forth, as my son's hand's gripped the backs of
my hairy legs, and as the sounds of slurping, gasping, moaning and
deep-throating filled my ears, I had all these things at once. My son was
here, there was a man in my bed and that man's mouth was on my cock! I
began to fuck that mouth for all it had. Holding tight to Dane's hair, I
put my other hand on my hip and began to work back and forth, watching
his mouth take and take and take the length of my prick. The fucker was a
good cocksucker! He never gagged to the point he wanted to stop and he
kept swallowing and swallowing as I shoved my meat into his mouth.

            "Never enough, huh?" I asked, still laying the pipe to his
throat. "Never enough good daddy dick for bad little whore boys who open
their ass on stage for anyone to come by and cock-stuff `em, huh?"

            Dane tried to answer but I shoved my dick into him
completely, making sure his lips felt pubic bush. This time, he did choke
and the sound was like music. Still holding his head by his thick hair, I
pulled back until his mouth adjusted to having only my head in it. I saw
tears streaming along his cheeks and I smiled down at him.

            "Use your tongue on the head, cock lover." I said, my tone
condescending and slightly harsh. "Lick the head like you did that
fucker who fed you dick in front of all those people tonight."

            I felt the gentle, quick flicks of his tongue on the
underside of my soft, spongy head and I allowed myself the few moments of
pleasure this brought. Dane's hands gripped at the backs of my legs like
he was trying to hold on. His fingers dug into the meaty flesh there and
I chuckled. "Daddy's desperate dick licker!" I said to him and began
to work my cock all the way into his mouth, allowing him to lick my shaft
as he could, not forcing him.

            I felt my balls tighten in their sac as Dane's mouth held me
in a tight and endless vacuum. The suction as I tried to pull back was
intense and I knew he knew what he was doing to me. The look in his eyes,
on his tear-streaked face, told me that he was doing all he could for his
reward. Using both hands on his head, I held it still and began to
skull-fuck my son, watching in pleasure as my balls slapped his chin and
my pubic hair scraped his lips. He gagged a few times with the speed of
my fucking but I didn't even slow down. I kept at the pace I'd quickly
established.

            "Daddy's going to feed your mouth," I said to him through
gritted teeth. "Then, I'm going to turn you over and fuck the shit out
of that whorish little ass." I told him, intent on doing just that!
"You'll beg me to stop you dirty daddy dick-sucker!"

            Dane whimpered a bit as I increased my tempo in order to cum.
I wasn't playing around this time -- this was about my filling his oral
fuck-hole with enough load to float a small militia! I could feel it
bubbling up inside of my ball sac and I knew it wasn't long in coming.
Closing my eyes for a moment, I allowed myself to let the feeling this
mouth was giving me wash over me like a warm blanket. He was fucking good
at this! I was so goddamned close to cumming...

            And then, I felt it!

            At the same time I was on the verge of cumming, I felt the
warm, persistent finger slip quietly, surely and easily into the
sweat-greased opening of my asshole! The very instant my ring was
penetrated, my balls tightened for a final time and I erupted into the
warm sucking machine that was my son's mouth! I felt the first shot
splash against the back of his throat, the second, third and fourth
followed suit and as I watched, the little fuck didn't swallow once!
Even as I pulled my cock from his mouth to deliver the fifth sting of
stuff onto his face, he held my load in his mouth.

            His eyes closed, his head fell back a bit and his mouth
slipped open -- letting my warm spew slip out of the corners of his
mouth, down his chin and into his palm. Not all of it escaped his mouth.
Looking up at me, he smiled as he closed his mouth, seemed to be savoring
the taste and slowly, like he was enjoying a nice strong wine, he
swallowed three times and opened his mouth with an exaggerated
"Aaaahhh". The stuff he caught in his hand he offered to me.

            "Want some, daddy?" He said in his best baby-boy voice.

            I took his hand by the wrist, hard, and brought it to my lips
where I let my tongue lick his hand clean. Pulling a bit more, I grabbed
him by the back of the neck and kissed him, shoving my tongue into his
mouth, not waiting for permission from him. I tasted myself on his tongue
and sucked at it. He moaned under me and his hands gripped at my body
wherever they could grab.

            Ending the kiss, I climbed onto the bed, bringing Dane's
body with me. He was compliant, adjusting himself as I pulled on him. In
a few movements, he was facing the headboard, his arms stretched along
its length. His firm, hair-dusted asscheeks invited me inside and as I
laid my cockhead into the crack, he arched a bit backward. Kneeling
between his spread legs, I took hold of his waist and lifted. Yelping
with surprise, Dane scrambled for a minute until he realized what I was
doing. Finding the edge of my headboard with his knees, he readjusted
himself on it. He took hold of one of the sconces I had there and looked
down at me.

            "It'll hold." I assured him, knowing it was bolted to the
wall. "Spread your legs wider." I told him, spatting at his ass with my
hand. "Open that hole."

            Dane was kneeling on my headboard, having about four inches
to play with. He was holding onto the scone and had flattened his palm
out on the wall to help balance himself. I was kneeling on the bed with a
hand on each of his rounded ass cheeks and as I pulled them apart, I
heard him gasp. I didn't care why he was making a sound. This hole was
mine -- I created it and now, I was going to tongue-rape it. Plunging my
face forward, I speared him deep with the thick wedge of my tongue and
Dane's moan resounded in the room. I heard him pound the wall with his
fist and I repeated my spearing of his hole. Again, he cried out and I
began to suck on his fresh flesh. Gathering some of his tenderness into
my mouth, I gently chewed on it, biting and releasing, biting and
releasing and licking as I went. All the while, I held tightly to his
assflesh, making sure he couldn't squirm away from me as I rimmed the
fuck out of his tight ring.

            "Jesus..." He swore as I pushed in deeper.

            "Has nothing to do with what's about to happen to this
sweet ass." I told him, working his cheeks like fresh dough in my hands,
not afraid to hurt him. "Daddy's gonna fuck this sweet chute."

            "Again." Dane added and rather than be rattled by what I'd
thought was going to be a sore subject, I let the comment fuel me.

            "Fuck yes," I said, slipping my thumb into his spit-soaked
hole. "Fuck yes, I'm going to fuck you again. Only this time, it's
going to be like it should have been before. It's going to be hard, fast
and deep. You're going to know what your mother felt like the night we
made you."

            "Please do that, daddy." Dane said, his voice high and
"little boy-ish" but still manly. "Do me just like that, daddy...fuck
my ass with your sweet cock!"

            Speaking of cocks, I reached around and felt for his thick
meat between his lean body and the hard wall. When I took hold of it,
Dane gasped. I began to jerk it up and down in long motions, causing him
to squirm. My thumb still plugged his asshole and as I stroked his cock,
I wiggled it up inside him.

            "No, daddy..." He began to beg as I pulled on his prick.
"Not yet, don't make me cum, yet. I want to cum while you're inside me
-- while you're fucking me! Not yet, daddy, please not yet!"

            Using his meat, I pulled him off the headboard and into my
arms. This required that I pull my thumb back so that I could properly
hold him. When his back was against my chest, I continued my long
stroking of his sword. He continued to beg me not to jerk him off
completely and I enjoyed the spectacle of it. My other hand began
tweaking his nipples, pulling and twisting on the hard little nubs.

            "Please don't, daddy," He begged, almost crying. "Please
don't make me cum now! Please don't make me shoot...not now...please
daddy, don't do it!"

            I kissed his neck, biting at him. My fingers played hell with
his nipples as I continued to jerk his thick boy-stick. His body began to
tense, to draw and I saw his hands come up as if to stop me but he just
grasped at the air. He knew who was in charge now and wasn't going to
move to stop me. I kept pulling on his cock, watching the head oozing
clear fluid. He continued to beg me not to make him cum and just as his
head fell back onto my shoulder and I knew he was about to cum...

            I stopped.

In mid stroke, I let go of his cock and he almost passed out!

            "Damn!" Dane swore, almost falling forward. "Damn, I was
close!"

            "I know." I answered. "But this isn't about you." I told
him, pushing him forward onto his hands, lifting his legs a bit and
spreading them. "This is about daddy getting his dick in your hole and
fucking the shit out of it." I went on, maneuvering myself in between
his lean, muscled legs.

            "Fuck." Dane moaned as I rubbed my cockhead on his tender
hole.

            "That's what I'm going to do, boy. You can count on it."

            "No, daddy..." Dane said, his voice slightly lower but still
his "boy" voice. "Please no..." he said and I realized his resistance
was a game. He hadn't made any serious effort to move away from me and I
wasn't holding him. "You hurt me the first time. That big cock going in
and out of my asshole...so deep and long...harder and harder...fucking my
poor boy butt so hard..."

            This little diatribe only caused my cock to swell a bit more.
All the while he was saying these things he was arching his ass back
toward me, causing his crack to clench around my shaft. He was playing
the "helpless fuckee" to the hilt and it was making my dick
rock-harder! Taking hold of his ass, one cheek in each hand, I let the
spit gather in my mouth before letting a large glob of it roll out of my
mouth to land on his winking eye. Dane moaned his protests again only
this time, they were slightly less enthusiastic and the waggle of his ass
against my cockshaft let me know why. The fucker wanted this as much as I
did.

            "Do it," Dane said, sounding like it was through gritted
teeth. "Put that fucker to my asshole and ram it in! Fuck me good, hard
and fast, you big-dicked mother-fucker! Lay that pipe in my hole, now!"
He went on, attempting to grind himself onto me.

There was nothing to feel guilty about, I told myself as I stirred my
spit into his pucker with my pole. Here we were on my bed in my little
house, my piss-slit staring into the crease of his boy-hole and the
little fuck was begging me to fuck him. Just for the hell of it, I
slapped his ass with the palm of my hand, a resounding "SMACK" that
made him yelp and jerk.

"Shut the fuck up, fuck-boy!" I said, slapping his ass again with a
firm hand. "Daddy's doing the driving now!"

SMACK! My hand connected with his bouncy flesh again and the redness
began immediately. SMACK! The other hand patted his other cheek. Dane
yelped again and my cock throbbed in ecstasy with a pearl of precum
oozing from the tip to join the already sloppy mess my spit had made.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! My hand connected three more time with each side of
his ass and by the sixth blow, Dane was whimpering like a small puppy hit
with the newspaper. His butt was glowing a healthy pink and I was
determined it would be coal-red by the end of this fucking.

"Please, daddy..."

"What did I say?" I said with a SMACK! SMACK! -- one on each cheek.
"I've got to have one of the naughtiest boys alive! Fucking in front of
strangers," I continued, a SMACK! for each cheek. "having his ass on
display for the world to see and touch!" SMACK! "Daddy is so
disappointed!" SMACK! SMACK! The flat of my hand connected and the sound
was delicious. My cock oozed a small stream into his waiting hole. SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! "Daddy's dick is hard and hungry and boy's talking just
distracts me!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Dane was crying now, his head bent forward, his back like a slide at an
amusement park. His legs were still spread but his arms bent under him, a
very subservient position for any man to be in. I wondered if I'd gone a
bit far when his butt pushed back toward me and he whimpered a bit.
Taking hold of his red flesh, one cheek in each hand, I slid the slippery
head of my dick into the beginning round of his hole. Dane took in a
breath and when he let it out, I thrust my head into him. He gasped and
his head jerked up a bit. Waiting a moment for him to recover, I kneaded
his ass with both hands. It was getting good and red.

"Daddy..." He moaned under me.

"Quiet, boy."

An inch, another, and another and so on until my shaft was completely
inside of him and we were ready for some serious fucking. When my balls
were pressed against his, I reached down and slid my hands under him to
lift his body up. I walked on my knees, him attached to my cock, until we
were at the headboard again, Dane's head resting on the wood shelf. He
gripped the wood as I kneed his legs farther apart. I took hold of his
hip and his hair and pulled on both. Yelping, his head came back and I
fastened my lips to his, thrusting my tongue into his mouth as I slid my
hips back, withdrawing my cock a bit.

Wasting no time, I began to fuck.

My hand on his hip took hold and I began thrusting into him. Dane began
to whimper, his body shaking with my thrusts. I pushed us both forward
and he braced himself against the wall ahead, the fingers on each hand
splayed out. Taking hold of his shoulders, I repositioned for maximum
depth into his hot hole and forced my hips to slow a bit. Two long
strokes of the cock, each one deep and lingering, then three quick
fuck-jabs. Following this, I did three long strokes, then two quick jabs,
then four long strokes, deep-dicking Dane's sweetness, followed by three
quick jabs -- to end up with five long and thorough strokes of my cock
into and out of his hole. I repeated the entire procedure several times,
often going in reverse at the end of the cycle. By the time I was back to
the two long strokes of my cock into his ass, Dane was whimpering and
begging me to go faster and to fuck him harder.

"Fuck me," He gasped. "Fuck me, daddy...fuck that ass!"

All traces of his "little boy lost" were gone as I hammered his hole.
His body didn't resist me as I pinned it to the headboard with the
weight of my own and began to slam my salami home in his shithole! His
hands held the wall, his legs spread as wide as he could get them, his
back arched as much as the space between us would allow and his ass
couldn't get enough of my cock. I held his hips, his shoulders, his
arms, his hair, anything that would give me enough leverage to get deeper
into him.

"Fuck, dad!" Dane swore, pushing against me to help me into him more.
"That fuckstick is stirring my goddamned tonsils! Yeah!"

I smiled at this and kept up the pace. Taking hold of him just under the
arm, I pulled us both to our feet and pushed his right leg up onto the
ledge of the headboard. This opened up his hole a little more and I took
full advantage of that. Slamming myself into him, my balls slapped
against his now, back and forth. Dane moaned, cursed, groaned and swore
-- all the time, his body arching and pushing against me to get my cock
into his fuckhole as deep as I could get it. Palming his back, I pushed
him into the wall, fucking him harder from this angle than I could from
kneeling behind him.

"Screw me to the fucking wall, dad!" Dane moaned, his words coming in
gulps of air. "Hear me? Fuck my asshole -- fuck it good and hard!"

"Oh yeah, son!" I answered back, holding him onto my cock as I worked
my hips around behind him. "Daddy's going to do just that very thing!"

"Daddy had better!" Dane challenged, bringing his leg up higher.
"Boy's insides are begging for daddy-cum! Lots of it!"

Dane was slick with sweat. Taking him under the arms, I pulled him off
both my dick and the wall and threw him to the bed behind me. Turning
around, I slid off the bed and onto the floor. Reaching for his ankles, I
drug my son's lean body to me and spread his legs again, an ankle in
either hand. Looking down onto his body, I flashed back to him in the
sling.

"Filthy little fuck-whore." I spat, slipping my cock back into his
asshole. "Letting all those men take their turns with your ass..." I
said, easing into him for the first inch and giving him the rest hard and
fast. I pumped him four times from tip to base before continuing.
"Daddy's little whore-boy, taking cock for money!"

"Daddy's...uh...bad...oh...boy!" Dane said, his body jarring with my
impacts into his hole. "Boy's...uh...hole...be-longs to...daddy's dick
now!"

I smiled down at him, watching him stroking his cock as I deep-fucked
him. I nodded my agreement to his assessment of our relationship and
began to increase my tempo of fucking. I liked him on his knees with me
dicking his ass but being able to look at him like this was hot, too. His
nipples were ruddy pebbles on his heaving chest, his stomach was tight
with straining to push against me and his cock was oozing pre-cum like a
leaky faucet. My boy just oozed sex out of every sweaty pore.

I slowed a little, keeping a steady pace but nothing as hard as before.

"Dane," I said, easing his left leg onto my chest and his right leg
around my waist. "Did you get off on those men, tonight? Besides the one
obvious one, did them fucking you like that -- exposed like that -- did
that turn you on?"

"Yeah," He answered and I knew it was an honest one. "Fuck yeah it
did. Having their cocks in my ass, my mouth, two at once sometimes...made
me rock hard...but nothing like having my father's prick stirring my hole
right now!"

"Yeah?" I asked, leaning down a little toward his mouth.

"Hell yeah." He nodded with a smile. "Best dick I've had in me in my
whole life. Shit, I want it all...pre-cum, spit, sweat...cum...fill me up
with daddy-juice. Fill that fucking ass UP!"

"So you liked having those strange men banging that butt?" I asked,
leaning forward so that his legs bent a bit more, opening him up. "Liked
having everyone looking at you while you were being skewered by
strangers?"

"Yes." He answered definitively, staring me in the face. "They fucked
me raw, one after another and I goddamned well liked every one of those
long, stiff pricks they put into my tight, white ass! They took turns in
my hole and I loved each one of them! They rode me like a carnival ride,
daddy...they fucked your little boy!"

Reaching down, I took hold of his hair and began jackhammering his butt
again! Something about him saying "they fucked your little boy" really
steamed me up again and this time, I was relentless. I wanted this little
shit to feel my precum in his throat without my cock ever leaving his
ass. Holding tight to his hair, pushing down onto his body, I let my hips
ream and work on him. He moaned at first but the harder I slammed into
him, the more his moans turned again to whimpers.

"No, daddy..."

"Yes, boy!" I countered, never letting up. I could feel my cum
stirring, aching to be released.

"But...I...oh...ouch...uh...please, daddy...please!"

"Please, nothing!" I said, yanking his body toward me, never letting
up. "Daddy's got himself a little slut-boy! Always wanting the dick,
daddy's got to teach him a lesson."

"God...damn...that...uh...hurts!" Dane was saying through the jolts my hips
were bringing to his body. "Dad...my ass is..."

"Mine!" I finished for him, not sure what he was going to say. "Your
ass is mine from now on!" I said, never missing a beat, feeling my balls
tighten a big more as I banged my boy. "No more bar fucking! No more
slinging -- from now on, this ass is mine to rim, finger or fuck!"

"Uh..."Dane said, my hips still working him over. "Yes...daddy!"

"Yes, daddy, what?!" I said, pulling on his hair.

"YES...daddy...SIR!"

Leaning down farther, I stretched his ass the same as I locked my lips
onto his. My tongue wasted no time playing with him but went right to the
business of battling his for supremacy of his mouth! My hand twisted his
nipple and he yelped against me. All the while, my hips battered his
boyhole with renewed vigor. This was what we both wanted. It was
"wrong" in the eyes of some people but as I felt my son's asshole
clenching around my cock, I knew that it wasn't "wrong" for us. This
was just right and we'd enjoy it time and time again.

Breaking the kiss, I slammed home in his hole, fixing us together, cock
to butt. Scooping him up in my arms, I lifted him off the bed and held
him in the air above it, rotating my hips and stirring his insides.

"Oh...daaaaaaaddy!" He moaned, his hands clasping my forearms. "Goddamn
but that prick is GOOD!" He said, his voice thick with lust. "Pound my
hole, daddy! Pound it!" Dane said, his head lolling back as he held onto
me.

I used his position to jostle him on my cock. The motion was like using
his body to fuck himself on my pole. My balls slapped happily onto his
bottom and he began chanting for me to do all sorts of things to him.
Carrying him over to the wall, I pinned him there, letting him slide down
a bit as I squared my body, legs spread and arms against the wall to
support us both with.

"Where do you want daddy's cum, boy?" I asked, beginning my hard
spearing of him again. "Where do you want daddy to shoot his load?"

"Everywhere!" Dane moaned, his hands running along my hairy chest.
"Mouth! Ass! Chest! Fucking shoot that sweet stuff everywhere!!"

I smiled at my boy, feeling my cock throb inside him. I was damned close
to doing that very thing! Pumping into him, I felt my balls draw a bit,
felt them tighten. My hands held tight to the wall and I drew air in
through my clenched teeth. I swore loudly, the tightness of his
incredibly muscled ring gripping me, a little too much for me to bear. It
was amazing how he'd let all those many men fuck him and still be THIS
tight! It was like a warm vice, his chute!

"Get...fucking ready, boy!" I said, again through gritted teeth.

He took hold of my shoulders and I roared -- throwing my head back to let
the sound out into the room. As the first bellow escaped me, I shot a
thick stream of red-hot cum deep into the boy's bowels!

"Mother...FUUUUUUCKER!" I groaned, another shot coating his insides.

I felt my knees give way a bit and I slid us to the floor. Pulling out of
him, I took hold of his cock too, palming my own in my other hand. I
began to jerk his rod, forcing myself to hold off on my third volley.
When I saw his stomach tighten and his balls become small mounds of
repressed magic, I let my third arch of white goodness arch into the air
-- to land on his chest.

"YES, Daddy!" Dane whimpered -- unable to sound manly in the heat of
orgasm. "Yes, Daddy, yes...yes...yes...fucking yes, daddy...YES!" He went
on and then, my hand was coated with the warmth of his beautiful orgasm.
His chant turned into a deep-throated moan as he let go. His entire body
jerked with the intensity and another stream of cream came from his head
to coat my hand. By the third one, I'd covered his stomach with my
fourth and last shot.

"Oh, daddy." Dane said, exhausted. "Love me like this all the time."

I stood up and squatted down, reaching out to take hold of my son. Like
Rhett did Scarlet, I picked up my son's sweaty, cum-soaked body and took
him to the bed. Laying him gently in it, I slid up onto him, parting his
legs with my own. Kissing him deeply, I let my tongue play on him and his
sweaty throat, cheek and lips. When I'd kissed all that I could reach
without moving off of him, I leaned back and met his gaze.

"Baby..." I said softly. "Daddy's gonna love you every morning,
afternoon and evening for as long as you want it."

I felt his leg curl around my hip, his foot settle into the cleft of my
ass. His arm snaked its way around my waist and his other hand slid up
into my forest of chest hair. He smiled up at me.

"Now, Daddy..." he whispered softly. "Do me again...now. Love me now,
daddy. Love me deeper than before...harder."

I felt my cock respond to his words. Using my knee against his ballsac, I
began to stir him from without. Kissing him, I reached down to our
stomachs and slid my hand through the mess we'd made on one another,
then used the stuff to coat his ass. My fingers slid easily into him and
I worked him open once more. Repositioning myself, I slid my cock back
into his willing tunnel and began to fuck him with long, deep,
throat-stirring strokes. He moaned against me, his body responding with
every movement of my hips. The sole reason for his existence was now
plowing into his backside and my son couldn't have been happier.

"Stroke that prick, baby," I cooed into his ear as I covered him with
my furry body. "Make love to that stiff staff and let daddy see you
shoot it." I kissed him and leaned back as he took himself in hand. In
no time, he was hard, glistening and writhing under me. "That's
daddy's good boy," I went on, slow-cocking him.

In no time, Dane was arching his back toward his slow-moving hand. As I
still worked my dick fully into him and almost fully out, he moaned
loudly. I knew what was going to happen next and so I encouraged him.

"Yes, baby...do it for daddy...cum for daddy, baby..."

The first thick jet shot up onto his stomach. To my surprise, deep inside
his ass, I did the same! I'd never cum so soon after cumming before. As
Dane shot a second, less forceful shot, another erupted into his asshole!
Together, we emptied our cocks again and as I leaned down and took hold
of him again. I kissed him again and let my tongue linger in his mouth
for a longer time.

"I love you, Dane." I told him softly, making sure he heard me. "No
matter what I might have said during this evening, I don't blame you for
what you were doing. I love you, son." I emphasized this by another long
kiss.

"I love you too, dad." Dane returned, his face serious but still so
handsome. "I meant what I said. I want to be yours. All yours...you can
use me however you'd like. I belong to daddy now...all of me --
completely yours."

I kissed him again. There was a thought rolling around in my head at this
last comment. Wondering just how completely he was willing to give
himself to me, I held him in my arms and rolled us both onto our sides,
him on the outside of me. I felt the day's wear on me as I let my eyes
close. Shoving his legs apart, I settled one of my own in between them,
his limp and still-leaking cock soft on my knee. Nuzzling his back, I
waited for sleep.

"I love you...daddy." Dane whispered in the night.

"Love you, son..."

And the night claimed us both...