Date: Sat, 31 Dec 2016 01:20:03 +1100 From: Toby T Subject: Routine 3 As I drifted out of sleep, I could sense that he was still there next to me. I could feel the warmth of his body and hear his steady breathing. I closed my eyes again, not caring one way or the other whether I got back to sleep or not. It was nice just to be next to him. Then I felt his strong muscular arm come from behind me as he pulled us together, pressing my back against his chest, and my bum against his morning erection. I felt his morning stubbles on the back of my neck as he planted a kiss. It was a beautiful way to wake up. I turned around to face him. We kissed gently as our hands lazily wandered over each other's bodies. Soon my hand reached his groin and I started stroking his hard-on, making him groan in appreciation. He returned the favor and did the same to me. It was a nice feeling, lying there in my father's arms on a Sunday morning as we gently stroked each other, nibbling on his neck and his lips. But then I decided I wanted to nibble on something else. So I slid under the covers and started lapping at his nipple. I didn't linger though, and moved further down until I was face to face with that juicy rod, and started kissing and licking my Dad's cockhead. He laughed and giggled at first, but that soon turned into sensual moans as his beautiful organ swelled even more in my hand. His fingers ran through my hair under the sheets as my lips and my tongue made love to his penis. I popped him into my mouth and started nursing on his rod. "Oh that feels so good," he sighed. When I let his penis out of my mouth to get some air, he pulled me up the length of his body and kissed me again on the mouth, his tongue probing the inside of my mouth where his cock had just been. "MmmmÉ hold that thought. We'll continue this when I come back," he said. I was visibly disappointed. "Do you have to go Dad? Can't you skip your run this morning?" I pleaded, looking into his eyes with my best puppy dog eyes while I stroked his chest and pressed my own hard-on against his thigh. I was happy just the way things were and didn't want him to leave our bed. "I'll be back in no time, you know that." He planted a kiss on my forehead,tousled my hair and pulled away. I watched his naked body emerge from under the sheets. "I've got to stay fit to keep up with a young buck like you. I'll make it up to you when I come back, I promise." He winked at me, standing next to the bed with his big hard-on sticking out between his legs. I didn't want him to go, but I believed him that he'd make it up to me. I laid in bed and watched Dad walk out of the room, flexing those sexy tight buns and powerful legs that have been toned by his disciplined routine of early morning runs. My own erection tented the sheets, yearning for my Dad. But I knew he'd be back in about an hour. That was something to look forward to. I lingered in bed while he readied himself in the bathroom, and only got up after I heard him shut the front door behind him. As per my routine, I made my way to the kitchen and had a drink of water. Then I went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, used the toilet, before stepping into the shower. I got the liquid soap lathered up in my hands and began to scrub and massage the muscles on my body. The jets of hot water felt so good on my skin. My hands got down to my dick, still semi hard. I gave it a good wash, resisting the urge to start stroking it. I wanted to save myself for later. I reached back between my butt cheeks to wash, taking care to clean my butthole. It still felt a bit tender there. Dad had fucked me so very hard last night. My knees went a bit weak just thinking about it. ÐÐÐ Dad had been away from home for work for a whole week. It was the longest we had been apart since we became lovers. And by `becoming lovers' I mean since we started having anal sex, which apparently, in my father's mind, is the line that separatedÉ well, everything. Being apart was tougher than either of us had imagined. We talked on the phone every night, which was something that would never have happened before we were lovers. Hell, when he went away for work before, I don't think we would have talked on the phone at all. But the nightly conversations just made us miss each other more. When he came home late last night, I was eagerly waiting for him. The moment he stepped through the door, we swept each other into a tight embrace and locked our mouths together in a deep, desperate kiss. Dad was literally sucking the breath out of me. "Let's not make another stupid pact like that again next time," I gasped when our kiss broke, briefly. You see, before Dad went away, we made a pact that neither of us would cum while we were apart. No jerking off. We promised to save ourselves, anticipating the delicious tension that would build up through the week, and the indescribable satisfaction and thrill that our reunion would bring. We were right about that of course, but it would also be a week of hell. A week of constant horniness exaggerated by the knowledge that there could be no release, and the distraction and frustration that came with it. I knew my father felt the same way I did. I could feel it in his kiss, and see it in the big wet patch seeping through his trousers. "Don't worry," he said as he started ripping my clothes off. "Next time I have to go away, I'm taking you with me!" He took me to our bed, where we made love with uncontainable passion and savage urgency. He was so wild in bed. It was what we both needed. It didn't last as long as usual. We both came so incredibly hard. Dad pumped one of his largest loads ever deep inside me, flooding my belly with his Daddy milk. ÐÐÐ I put shampoo into my hair and worked up a rich lather. Then I turned my face to the hot water and began to rinse the lather off my hair. That was when I suddenly felt a presence behind me, and then a hand on my shoulder. I was startled for a moment. But the familiarity of the touch told me who it was. He stepped closer toward me. I could feel the heat from his body and the tip of his erection brushing against my butt. Though I still could not open my eyes, I knew for sure that it was my father. "Did you wash behind your ears?" He chuckled next to my ear before I felt the tip of his tongue playfully tease my ear lobe. "How come you're back so soon?" I asked as I turned around to face my Dad. "I started to run, but didn't get very far before I decided that I couldn't wait to be with you." He took my face in his hands and kissed me lightly on the lips. "Besides, it was pretty difficult to be running around with this thing that won't go down." He chuckled as he stepped back and pushed his swollen penis down with his hand, only to have it snap back up against his abs as soon as he let go. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him tight. Our hard dicks were pressed against each other. He took my face in his hands and started nibbling on my mouth. I loved kissing my Dad. "You make me so horny all the time," he said to me breathily. He continued to kiss me while he took some soap in his hands and rubbed them over my chest. With his thumbs on my nipples, he rubbed and teased them in a circular motion, sending a shiver through my body. "AhÉ" I moaned into his mouth. I hung on to his biceps for support as I whimpered again and again. "I love that your nipples are so sensitive." "Like father, like sonÉ" I said as I found Dad's nipples and started playing with them too. I felt him tremble as we groaned into each other's mouth. I guess I inherited my sensitivity from him. I'm sure we're not the only father and son to share that trait in common, but we could be the only ones to know that about each other. Thankfully we're not similar in every way. It's our differences as well as our similarities that make us great together: Dad is a total power top, and I'm more than happy to bottom for him. I pressed my lips on his neck and started kissing and licking my way down his strong, masculine body. Hanging on to his bulging biceps, my mouth worked its way through the hairs on his meaty pecs. My tongue started to trace the ridges on his abs, but didn't get far at all before something was poking me on my chin, demanding my attention. I took the familiar organ in my hand and started to kiss and lick it as hot water rained down on my face, tasting the forbidden fruit. I got to the base of his shaft, then started lapping his balls. He liked that too, judging from the noise he was making. I couldn't resist turning my focus back on to his penis, however. I opened wide, and swallowed him whole. Dad's pretty thick, so I really had to stretch my lips. My mouth stuffed full of Daddy meat, I moved my head back and forth, feeling his veiny girth slide over my tongue toward the back of throat. It's amazing that something could feel so velvety and so hard at the same time. I looked up at his face when I heard him groan. His eye brows were drawn together and his mouth was hanging open, a slightly pained expression on his face. "That feels so good, baby," he whispered. Being in the shower with Dad like this took me back to a day a few years ago. I must've been fifteen or sixteen at the time. I'd recently become aware of my attraction toward Dad and had started spying on him when I thought that I could get away with it. Lucky for me, he never locked the bathroom door when he showered, and the ventilation fan didn't work that well, so the glass shower screen was always fogged up. I mean, that was lucky because it meant I could open the door slightly and peek through without getting caught, but not so lucky in that I couldn't get a very clear picture. That day, the glass was fogged up as usual. It could clearly see his muscled shoulders, arms and chest, but the rest was mostly a flesh colored blur. When I first looked in, Dad seemed to be washing his junk, with his hands down near his groin, presumably working up a good deal of lather. How I yearned to see his dick clearly. He seemed to be washing down there for a long time. Then I heard him groan, and saw that he had his eyes closed and his lips parted. Damn! He was masturbating in the shower! Judging from the motion of his arms, I was now sure of it. My father naked in the shower, a few feet away from me, pleasuring himself! I was so excited I thought my heart would jump out of my throat. His hands seemed to be moving faster and faster, until there was just a blur of furious movement behind the foggy shower screen, at the spot where his erect manhood would be. He was jerking so hard I hoped he wasn't going to hurt himself. Then another, more audible groan. To my shock and excitement, a big glob of thick white liquid suddenly splashed onto the glass screen, then another, and anotherÉ Dad blasted the shower screen well and good with his spunk. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I wanted to stay and keep admiring him. But I was worried about being discovered. And I was so excited that I couldn't keep my hands and legs from shaking. I closed the door and ran into my own room where I jerked off into my own hand in just a few seconds. That was by far the sexiest, most erotic thing I'd ever witnessed in my young life. The scene would be replayed over and over in my head every night for months to come. I'd think about how beautiful and masculine he was while I touched myself in my bed. I'd also wonder why an amazing man like Dad would have to pleasure himself, and I'd imagine myself in the shower with him, kneeling in front of him with my hands on the side of his hips, worshipping his powerful erection with my mouth and my tongue while he looked down at me, stroking the back of my head. It was a powerful fantasy that intoxicated me. It also tortured me because I knew it to be impossible. And yet, here I was, in exactly the same position doing exactly what I had imagined back then. It was too good to be true. "That's good for now. Save some for later," he said softly the next time I came up for air. He pulled me back on my feet. We soaped up each other's torso and pressed our bodies against each other, lost in mutual admiration. "Let me wash your back," he said. I turned around. He soaped up his hands and then started rubbing them over my back, starting from my shoulders and working his way down in a circular motion. It felt so good. "Your workout's really paying off," he commented. "Your back's coming along real nice. Got a V-shape happeningÉ" His slippery hands traced the contour of my back down to my trim waist, before moving around to the front to rub my abs. He groaned his appreciation. My erection was pointing straight up, just a couple of inches from where his hands were. It didn't take long for his right hand to find it. Now it was my turn to groan in appreciation as he wrapped his palm around my rod and started washing it for me. "Such a big dick, just like his Daddy," he whispered in my ear. "It's not as thick as yoursÉ" "Plenty big enough for meÉ" He was now standing closing to me, and I could feel his swinging erection rest against the small of my back as his gently jacked me. When he moved his other hand over my scrotum and cupped my balls, he pulled me tight against his body. I rested my back against his reassuringly full and strong chest, and felt his hot, hard pole pressed tight against my butt crack. I leaned my head back and we kissed, the warm water cascading over our faces and down our bodies as my father's hands expertly massaged my organ. His right hand let go of my shaft and moved further down, reaching between my legs. Then I felt his soapy middle finger rubbing and pushing against the opening of my butt hole. It made me shiver and groan. We broke our kiss as his digit penetrated me, working its way into my hole. I bent my knees slight to allow him better access. He explored my insides as if he'd never been there before, all the while nibbling on my ear. It made my knees go weak. Luckily Dad had his other arm wrapped around my body to support me. "You're nice and clean down thereÉ" I heard him groan. After a while Dad withdrew his finger and stepped back away from me. "Bend over," I heard him say as he pressed down on my back. His voice was gentle, but there was authority behind it. I parted my legs, bent over and braced my hands against the wall of the shower. The water was hitting me right in the small of my back. Again I felt Dad's hand between my butt, rubbing and massaging my hole. He crouched down behind me, spread my cheeks, and then I felt a wet, tickling sensation on my hole. It was his tongue! He was burying his face in my butt, kissing and lapping at the opening to my body. His stubble scraped against my butt cheeks. This took me completely by surprise. He'd never done that before. It was a brand new, dizzying sensation. I laughed a little. Then I felt him pushing his tongue into me again, and I went weak at my knees. I nearly fell over and had to steady myself against the wall. "Oh DadÉ" I moaned. "That feels goodÉ" He came up for air. My butt cheeks still spread open, I could feel him staring at me. "You know, Son, I've done a lot of things I never thought I'd do. ButÉ this holeÉ" He rubbed his thumb against it. "Your holeÉ it's given me so much, so much pleasure. How can I not love it?" With that said, he dived in again with his tongue and made love to me. Looking through between my legs, I could see the lower half of my father's crouching body, his penis looking painfully swollen and erect. Dad reached between my legs and grabbed my erection. He pulled it down and back towards him and started kissing and sucking the head and shaft of my dick. I was so hard that it was a bit uncomfortable having my rod pulled back like that, but feeling his lips and his mouth working on it made it all worthwhile. Dad was full of surprises today. Eventually he stood up again. His hand went straight back between my butt. This time two of his fingers went in. Soon three of them were inside me. My internal muscles involuntarily clamped down on his invading fingers. "So tight and smoothÉ" he cooed. It didn't take him long to find my prostate. He started massaging it, making me groan with pleasure. "Yeah, that's the spot, isn't it? I know it well. Does that feel good?" "YesÉ" I groaned incoherently. His handy work was making my whole body tingle with pleasure. He pressed harder, and I moaned again. "I think you're ready for something biggerÉ" he finally said. I felt his fingers withdraw and his hands spreading my butt. He lubed his organ up with something. Then I felt him press his cockhead against my opening. Gently rubbing. Prodding. Teasing. Then I felt him push, and I pushed back to allow him in. It's always a tight squeeze at first, but my Dad is so strong that penetration is never in question. Until you've experienced it for yourself, there's really no way I can make you fully understand the feeling of being stretched open by your own father's hot, full erection, feeling your body wrap around the thick girth of his rock hard manhood until the two of you become part of each other. I was sure that Dad was watching his own progress as he pushed his way inside me. "I can just never get enough of youÉ" he moaned as he hit bottom. I felt complete again. Dad rested there for a while, buried deep inside me. Then he started a slow sawing motion, pulling his dick out of me two thirds of the way, and then penetrating me anew, stretching me open again as he pushed his way in. It felt so incredible. I only wished that I could see what he was seeing. "Do you know what you do to me?" he said. "The same thing you do to meÉ" I replied, before adding: "I hopeÉ" Dad pushed down on the small of my back, making me arch my back and turn my butt up as he plugged me. I pushed back on him with every stroke. Soon he pulled out of me and I turned around to face him. Pressing me against the shower wall, he lifted my right leg and put it around his waist. He pushed his swollen dick into me again and resumed his thrusts. I wrapped my arms around his neck. He lifted my other leg so that both my feet were now off the floor. My legs around his waist, my body was wide open to him as he lifted me and bounced me up and down on his hard cock. We'd never tried this before. He plunged so hard into me every time I came down on him. I was once again in awe of his strength. All the while we kissed and moaned into each other's mouth. Suddenly I felt the water turning cold. We were running out of hot water! "Shall we continue this in bed?" Dad asked. We turned off the water and, still lodged deeply inside me, Dad carried me out of the shower. I grabbed a towel and gave us a perfunctory, not very successful dry-off. Still dripping, Dad carried me to our bedroom. We made it most of the way without losing our connection, but at some point his cock popped out of me. Dad put me on the bed and climbed over me. "Just need a bit more of this," he said as he reached over to grab the lube from the bedside drawer. He squeezed a dollop onto his hand and smeared it over his raging hard-on. To me, watching my father lube up his cock is the sexiest, most mind-blowing sight in the world. In the first few weeks of our relationship, I was always the one that lubed him up while he laid there lamely protesting about how we shouldn't be doing what we were doing. But he never pushed me away. Eventually the protestation stopped and he'd just silently watch me lube him up before fucking my brains out. Then one morning, before I had the chance to reach for the lube, he beat me to it and started lubing his own dick. My heart stopped. It was such a beautiful scene. An act so full of purpose, so full of intention. It was like he was saying to me: Son, your father wants to fuck you, and he IS going to fuck you. Dad's lubed shaft was fully inside me again. "Oh Dad, your cock's so hard!" I groaned. "I am, aren't I?" He panted and flexed inside of me. "You do this to me. No one else can make me as hard as this. I want you so bad! Daddy's gonna fuck you so hard!" He said as he pushed his thick shaft into me over and over. While he moved inside me, we looked straight into each other's eyes, as we always do. His hand stroked my face and then ran down my torso. "You're so fucking beautiful," he sighed."I'm the luckiest man in the world." Incredible as it was to me, every now and then I got the sense that Dad was as much in awe of me as I was of him. Dad had fucked me so many times now, yet it never stopped feeling surreal, in a good way. Was that really my father's big cock churning my guts? I could hardly believe how good it felt. It's weird that something could feel so surreal and so natural at the same time. I put my hands on his face while he fucked me, tracing his forehead, his cheekbones and his lips with my fingers. We look so much alike. Will I look just like him in twenty years' time? "How're you doing, Son? Do you feel that?" He said as he rolled his hips and ground his manhood into me. He usually calls me by my name. It was only recently that he started calling me "son" or "boy"; and even then, only when he's fucking me. Maybe it turns him on. "Yes Daddy, you feel so good!" Come to think of it, I only ever call him "Daddy" when we're having sex. "You have no idea how good you're making me feel. You're so smooth and velvety inside." "And you're so big and hard. Fuck your son. He needs it!" "Have I ever denied you anything?" "Well, actually your denied me this for a long timeÉ but I'm glad you finally came around." He chuckled. "Yeah, I guess I did. But you know I wanted it tooÉ I was just trying to be a good father." "But you ARE a good father!" I protested, then added with a mischievous smile: "You're being one now." "Oh I'm gonna show you how good I am!" Dad mercilessly sawed his dick in and out of my hole. This man really knew how to work his cock. I was feeling so good. I kept pushing my ass back to meet his thrusts, and tried to clamp down on his shaft and milk his Daddy cock. "Oh yeah, make love to me. Make love to your Daddy's fuckstick," he grunted. "Milk my cock boy. There's plenty of milk in there for youÉ" He was plunging in and out and hitting all the right nerves every inch of the way, making me moan with appreciation. "You like that, huh? You like your father's hard dick?" he cooed. "Yes, DaddyÉ" "I love it that you're loving it!" "Yes, fuck me Dad, you big stud!" My father's dick was working my hole so good. Dad always hits the spot. Always, even the first time. It felt incredible. I moaned and squeezed my ass around his rod again. "AhhhhÉ" he gasped and suddenly lurched backward, pulling his dick clear out of my hole. The sudden, terrible emptiness was almost too much to bear. I looked over to see Dad sitting on his haunches on the bed. His engorged dick looking as angry a color as I'd ever seen it. The glistening, throbbing organ was jerking slightly, his piss slit gaping open, clear nectar oozing out of it as his pole jerked. He was so hard that his tool was pointing straight up, almost touching his stomach. I just needed to put it back where it belonged. I reached out to grab my prize, only to have my hand brushed away. "I just need a minute. You nearly made me cum." "So cum!! That's kinda the point, isn't it?" "No. Never before you." He was trying to catch his breath. "My son always comes first." My heart almost melted. I knew he meant those words, on every level. I sat up and cuddled up to him. Taking his face in my hands, I kissed him on the mouth. "Dad, I love you so much." We kissed deeply and held on to each other. "I love you too," he said as he licked beads of sweat off my neck. We clung onto each other. It felt like we were the only two people in the world. We kissed for some time, until I felt Dad pushing me back onto the bed. He pushed my knees up and pressed himself between my legs. Then he was pushing himself into me again. Dad made love to me as only he could. It didn't take him long to build up the rhythm. It felt so amazing as Dad's tool skilfully churned my insides, his balls slapping against my butt every time he plunged root-deep into my body, the hairs on his abs tickling my ball sac as he drilled in and out of me. How was it possible that anything could feel this good?? I strained to spread my legs even wider apart, though I knew that he was already fucking me as deep as was possible. "Will you always take care of me, Dad?" "Yes, Son. Always. I'll always give you everything you need!" And he was, now. Giving me everything I needed. Dad's hips turned into a blur as he piston-fucked me with his massive hard Dad rod. I was feeling so full with his love. My feelings towards this man had evolved so much in the past few months. I had always loved him, and I had lusted after him for years. Our physical intimacy, our sex, had deepened both these feelings, merged and morphed them, until one day I suddenly realised that I had fallen in love with him. With my own father. Desperately. And each time we fucked, I felt myself falling a little deeper. "UhhhÉ DaddyÉ ohhhÉ" I was a writhing, incoherent, useless mess underneath him, completely under the spell of his powerful paternal fuck. My own erection flailed around as he pounded me. "UhhÉ uhhÉ uhhÉ" "C'mon boy, cum for Daddy! Show me what you got! Show me how much you love my fuck!" He grunted as he worked hard to get me there. I was so close to the edge of a shattering orgasm. It was sweet torture. I yearned for release. My hand reached for my aching cock, but he grabbed my wrists and held them down against the sheets. "No need for that. I'll fuck it out of ya!" So cocky. So confident of his own prowess. So sexy. He had done it so many times now. Fucked my orgasm out of me. He knew what I needed and he knew just how to give it to me. Dad's hips went into overdrive and he was fucking me doubly hard, hitting my prostate on every stroke. He let go of my wrists to concentrate on packing more power into his fuck. It was all too much for me, and my cock exploded while I dug my fingers hard into Dad's butt. I wailed as my cock jerked and flailed, coating our abs and chests with my thick boy cream. "That's my boy," he said with approval and pride as I blasted my juices. His hips never stopped moving. "Stay with me boy. Daddy's right behind you." Indeed I could feel that he was close. His skin was flushed; not just his face, but all over his body. His dick was like a rock. His hips were turning into a blur. There was a tortured expression on his impossibly handsome face, as if the pleasure was too much for him to bear. "Your father's gonna cum, Son! You're making me cum!" he grunted hoarsely. Those words made me so aroused and so proud. "Where do you want my stuff? Inside you or all over ya!?" How was a boy supposed to choose between these two equally enticing options?! Of course, feeling my Dad dump his load inside of me and being seeded by the cock that made me was the ultimate high, but then it'd been a while since I had watched him shoot, and the idea of being drenched in his hot juicesÉ I knew I had to decide quickÉ "All over me Dad! All over me!" He deep plunged into me maybe four or five more strokes, then he suddenly pulled all the way out before hurriedly climbing up my body. As soon as he straddled my waist, he let it rip. I watched in awe as my father's glistening, red, angry tool swelled right in front of my eyes. The head of his penis was super glossy. His piss slit flared and rope after rope of thick white cream exploded out of his powerful cock. His face was flushed and he grunted aloud as if he was in agony. He whole body shook as he watched his son's chest and face get coated by the scalding liquid. He grabbed the root of his shaft to better direct the spray, pointing his jerking cock at my face so that the last few volleys mostly blasted on my face, some of his sperm landing straight into my open mouth. Dad was breathing so hard. I loved watching his powerful, glistening chest rise and fall as he struggled to regain his breath. Eventually he collapsed on top of me, a steaming heap of muscle, our torsos cemented together with our sperm. "Thank youÉ thank youÉ" He said breathlessly as he pressed his forehead against mine. "No, thank you DadÉ" I dug my fingers into his wet hair and held him close. We held tight onto each other, perfectly contented and spent. Our bodies were coated with sperm and sweat. We were going to have to hit the shower again, I thought. "I didn't finish my run, but I got a pretty good workout after all. I promised I was gonna make it up to you, didn't I?" He did promise me that. And he kept his promise, as always. "I can't believe how much you came, after last night." I was impressed by Dad's virility. And proud that I was the one who'd made him cum so much. A line of Dad's semen rolled down my face onto the pillow. I was happy with the choice I made. The day was still young. He'd breed me later. We didn't have any plans for the day. I knew that we would be spending most of it in bed, talking, making out. We'd kiss and explore each other. And when it became unbearable for us to be apart, and only then, we'd join together again. He'd make love to me slowly and gently, at least at first. And eventually, we'd forge that ultimate bond again as he pumped me full of his seeds.