Date: Sat, 23 May 2015 06:00:15 -0400 From: D S Subject: Robbie and His Dad, Part 2 (Revised) Robbie and His Dad, Part 2 by Dionysian Jim slowly woke up to the sensation of a warm, wet mouth on his tit, just nursing. It was a moment before the soft moans penetrated his sleep slogged mind and he recognized the quiet mewling of his son. Robbie was curled around him, draped over his side and nursing on his tit, his head cradled easily in his dad's pit. He looked like he was doing it in his sleep. Jim sighed in contentment, cupping Robbie's head in his palm like he was still a baby. It took him back to when Robbie was a baby and nursing on his mom's tit. It looked so beautiful that it made him jealous that he had no milk to offer his son. It was a weird moment born of desire to feed his boy with his own body, like his mother was doing. He did the only thing he could think of right then to participate in that sacredly intimate moment. He latched his lips around his wife's other leaking nipple. He remembered her startled moan, as she instinctively cradled their heads, her son and her husband, one in each hand, pressing them a bit deeper into her tits. Jim suckled tit-milk right beside his son, sharing the experience, the moment. Though, Robbie would not remember it, of course. And now Robbie was nursing on him, unconsciously, in his sleep - in a place of re-invoked peace and comfort from the past. It touched Jim in some way impossible to articulate, a bit of magick. He moaned again as his son's suckling intensified for a moment and felt Robbie stir beside him. Robbie stopped sucking when he realized where he was and what was happening, but didn't move his lips from his dad's tit - even kind of yawning through his nose so he did not have to give that dad-tit up. That made Jim laugh. "You don't have to stop if you don't want to", he whispered to his son. Robbie just moaned quietly and resumed nursing as his dad stroked his face. He spoke softly to his boy, his finger tracing the edge of his son's chin, rubbing through the fuzz just emerging, even as his boy revisited infancy by suckling. It was an amazing contrast that seemed a perfect blending of his son's life to that moment, from baby and to emerging man. Robbie would never do this again in the same way, so unguarded, so simply. I became a sacred memory that Jim cherished for the rest of his life. "You know, this has been wonderful and I hope you're OK with what's going on, but you don't have to do any of this if you don't want to." "I want to", Robbie said forcefully before latching back on to his dad's nipple. The muscles in Jim's jaw flexed in pleasure before he went on, "And we do not have to keep doing any of this, if you want to stop." "I don't want to stop!" Robbie said, a bit more forcefully, his explosion of breath still carried the scent of his dad's ass from earlier. "Well. OK then!" Jim laughed. "You are 14. I remember the 14-year-old hornies." "Almost 15, dad." Robbie said, turning to bury his nose in his dad's pit. He pulled several deep breaths through his nose. "You like the way dad smells, huh?" Robbie just nodded and kept huffing his dad's musk, curling tighter around him. His hard cock throbbed against his dad's hip. Jim raised his free arm and took a deep huff of his other pit. Well, he was starting to smell pretty manly. I like that smell too, he thought with a smile. It was a real turn-on that his son was grooving on his scent. His cock filled and stretched onto his stomach, hitting the back of the leg his son had thrown over him. In a flash, Robbie wrapped his hand around his dad's cock. In all that happened last night, he realized he never actually touched or played with it. He just begged for it up his virgin ass! It felt wonderful in his fist... soft, hard, warm, a bit sticky and sweaty, leaking precum. It was fat and long in his hand. He wondered how he had ever taken it in his hole so easily last nigh, without any pain. It must have been the hour of ass eating his dad treated him to before fucking him, he thought, an ear splitting grin on his face. Right now...he wanted to taste it, suck it, more than anything. He slid down and rested his head on his dad's belly, staring eye to eye with the thick, precum oozing cock. He stroked it slowly, experimentally. Jim said nothing, but just let his son do what he wanted to do. Robbie slid the loose foreskin back and forth, in amazement, and moaned when a huge bubble of pre slid out of his dad's piss slit. The pre smelled as good as to him as his dad's musky pit - salty and alkaline mixing with the tangy musk of his dad's pubes, balls and ass. It was all man and it made him horny as fuck. He slid his dad's cockhead in his mouth and locked his lips behind the wide ridge. Tastes exploded in his mouth and then in his brain... My dad's cock. The cock that made me. The cock that spit me into my mom. Into my mom's cunt. Daddy's cock pounding into mom's wet cunt like it did in my asshole last night, my boy cunt. Shooting cum into me, her, us.... wet, shiny pole sliding in and out of our open, needy holes. Feeding its man-need to fuck. Our need to be fucked. Filling us with man cum! He let out a long, shuddery moan that was more a hummed song around his dad's cock, to his dad's cock, as he took more of it into his sucking mouth. Sucking. Sucking. Nursing. Licking. Tasting. Smelling. Sliding his lips up and down that magnificent, thick slab of daddy flesh. Sucking in as much musk as he could every time he pushed his nose closer to his dad's balls, wanting to taste what was in them. When he heard his dad's grunts join his and his dad's hand stroking his vibrating shaft, he went crazy, sucking harder and faster...jamming his throat with the end of his dad's fucking pole. Muffled barks of joy erupting around that shaft each time a new drool of daddy precum coated his tongue. He wanted to taste his dad's fucking cum more than anything in the world right then. "Oh, fuck, boy!" Jim grunted, "I don't know where you learned to do that, but you can do it as much as you fucking like, whenever and wherever you want.... OH! Fuck! Me!" He shouted and pumped his load into his son's fevered mouth. Robbie was ready for it, praying for it, but still inexperienced at dealing with a massive load pelting his throat. He coughed and gagged, but would not give up his dad's cock or cum load for his life. Like a starving boy, he gulped each new volley that splashed his tongue. He was not counting, but would guess later that it was 10 full-on gushes of daddy cum he gulped down. What escaped his mouth and dribbled down his chin into his dad's pubes smeared his face as he collapsed back to his dad's belly. He almost screamed as he shot his own load through his dad's fingers. "HAHAHA!", Jim exclaimed, "FUCKING HELL, SON! That was awesome!" He pulled his son up by his sweaty armpits and kissed him with as much passion as he could. He teased his boy's lips open and slipped his tongue in just as he slipped his son-spermed fingers between their mouths. They feasted on Robbie's sweet cum, sharing that sweet release. Robbie lay full on his dad and clutched to him for dear life, as their tongues slopped teen cum between them. Neither had gone soft at all. Robbie humped his cock against his dad's hairy belly, using the last of his drooling cum and new precum to slick the way. His dad's steel cock rocked between his ass cheeks as he humped away. He expelled a little grunt into his dad's mouth every time he felt that fat cock head drag across his sweat-slicked asshole. He gasped every time the head would catch in his hole for a second with each pass. "Ohhhhhh, fuuuuuuck, dad.", He slowed his hump to better feel each time his dad's cock pushed his hole open a bit more with each pass before popping out to slime his ass crack with dad pre. "Oh, fuck yeeeeaaaah, son." Jim growled, "You didn't have enough of your dad's fat, dripping cock in your ass last night, huh?" He grabbed the boy's ass cheeks and pulled them apart, pulling open those needy cunt lips. "You need daddy to fuck your hole again?" "Uh huh!" his son nearly whined, "It felt so good, dad!" "Yeah?", Jim purred to his son, "You need your dad's cum up your ass to help make you a man? Help turn my little man into a fucking stud. My cum to put hair on your chest and on your ass? That what you want, son?" "Oh, fuck yeah, Dad!", and with that Robbie paused with his dad's cockhead lodged halfway through his ass lips. "Hold on, baby, we are going to need some lube this time. I didn't slobber on your hole for an hour this time, remember?", Jim chuckled and spit in to his palm. He held out his palm and nodded. Robbie smiled and spit into his dad's hand too, grooving on the fact that his spit and his dad's spit was going to mix and slick that cock into his hole. "There. Try now." Robbie sat back on the newly slicked cock and thought of his daddy's spit mixing with his spit and with his daddy's precum and opened his asshole. He sank down on the first 4 inches of that fat cock, before his dad's hands caught his ass and stopped him. "Take it slow, babe.", he caught his boys eyes, "I don't want to hurt this fucking prime stud ass and we can make this last this time." Robbie beamed. They began a slow, rocking fuck that had Robbie all the way down on his dad's fat 9" cock in about 5 minutes, both of them sighing and moaning and growling the whole time. Every now and then Robbie would bend over to suck his dad's tongue until he got out of breath and had to sit up on that cock again and slow ride. Their skin started to shine with the sweat of the fuck. Neither of them had showered since their last fuck session, which was after Robbie's monster-killing workout in the basement and Jim's long workday - more than a day and a half of hard sweaty man funk was being renewed with this fuck. The air around them began to fill up with the combined funk of well ripe pits, balls, ass and last night's fuck-funk of cum and ass. As they huffed the mingled fog of dad and son fuck fumes, it crawled into the lizard brain that is in every man screaming nothing louder than 'FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!". The primal beast crawled panting and grunting out of the unthinking brain and into the eyes and grinding hips for a father and son fucking each other. Man to man. Giving and receiving. Taking. Feeding the void. Robbie slammed harder up and down on his dad and his dad slammed up as hard. The lewd wet, squishing sound of hard flesh plying open hole, skin slapping skin. Robbie's sweat dripped on to his dad's face. Jim snapped his mouth open to catch as much as he could, drinking his son. The boy grabbed his dad's arms and pushed them back over the arm of the couch. He wanted his dad's stinking pits open and dove down into suck the sweaty pit hair onto his tongue, dragging the flat of his tongue hard against the hot flesh, drinking as much as his dad as he could. Jim gripped the arm of the couch behind his head hard and used the leverage to pound his fat, ass-slimed, son-fucking cock as deep and as hard as his boy demanded, needed him to. He was a god to his son them. Stretched back on the couch, arms stretched over his head. His son riding his cock. His son crazy with lust as he took in the hairy, sweating, swearing beast that was fucking up into his boy cunt with no hands. Laying back and letting his boy service his cock. Letting his boy get what he needed most. His own pit funk crowded his nose. His boy was a wonder. Shiny, wet, little cum whore, cunt boy that knew exactly what he wanted and was riding it. His little boy was using every ounce of sexual energy in his teen body to break the chrysalis, to leave the boy behind and become the man. Becoming a man by merging with one and taking him in. Robbie cried out and sat up, wrapping his hands around his dad's neck for support as he pumped shot after thick teen shot of cum onto his dad's face, neck and chest. He kept bouncing and Jim never missed a stroke into his son's hole, as his son painted him from scalp to belly button with hot cum. His boy's ass pulsed on his cock. He could take no more. A half-hour of steady fucking... fucking his son's sweet motherfucking hole, and being plastered by his son's stud load...he wasn't able to hold back any more. His hands came down hard on Robbie's hips and jammed him down to the base of his cock, holding them together even as Robbie thrashed around and started shooting again. Jim unloaded up his boy's hole for what seemed two minutes of pumping and after-shocks before they both gave one last cry and collapsed onto the couch. Robbie was gasping for breath, his face buried in his dad's neck, smeared in his own loads he shot there. He wrapped himself around his dad, and would not release the cock that was still lodged in him. Jim rubbed his son's back and ass and face and he came down. "Easy boy!", he laughed, "Holy FUCK you are a good god-damned mother fucking stud lay!!!", he exclaimed and Robbie laughed too. They made out slowly and gently as they came down, both still grooving in the cloud of man funk they had created together, licking the salt off each other between make out sessions, until they were both relaxed again and Robbie lay easily across his dad's body, his face in the crook of his dad's neck. "Dad?" "Yeah, little super stud?", Jim replied with mirth in his voice. Robbie hesitated before blurting out, "Am I less of a man for liking your cock in my hole so much?" He swallowed hard, then continued, "It just feels so fucking good when you fuck me dad. So fucking good..." He ended practically in a whisper, afraid of the answer. "Robbie," Jim chuckled, "JUST based on how you fuck - and not even thinking about the billion non-sex things about you are that are fucking awesome - on how you know what you want and go with it, how you love and kiss, how you make me feel by just being yourself, with confidence...", he paused, his emotions choking his words for a minute. "At FUCKING 14 ... almost 15, alright, alright...", he corrected when Robbie grunted. "Look at me, son." When Robbie raised his head and locked eyes with his dad, he went on. "If you can do all this when you are just almost-15 and know what you want and who you are? Or even just be this brave in finding out who you are... you are already 10 times the stud of just about any other man I know. Do you know how few men three times your age don't have the balls to figure themselves out and BE IT?" When Robbie looked away, seeming to dismiss what he was saying as so much dad flattery, Jim turned his son's face back around to make sure he knew he was not putting him on. "Son, you are becoming a confident, sexy, man in every way - and whether or not you decide that you are straight and this is just a moment of experimenting between us or decide you are gay... and if you are gay whether or not you like to take cock or give cock - it doesn't fucking matter. No fucking biased dad bullshit right now between us.", he said with pride. "I can tell you are going to be a man to recon with." Robbie hugged him tighter, "Thank you, Dad!" "Besides, we won't know if you're a top or bottom or switch until you fuck me a few times..." Jim roared with laughter when he saw the understanding blossom across his son's face in a slow-motion smile that nearly went from ear to ear.