Date: Sat, 17 Feb 2024 00:00:17 -0500 From: Brutus Brohio Subject: Secrets of Burhan - Chapter 1 This story is an original work ©Copyright 2024 by Brutus Brohio. Please do not copy or post without permission. Please email your comments and feedback to BrutusBrohio@gmail.com Secrets of Burhan Chapter 1 - "The Making of A Sub Dad" I'm married with three kids. In the summer of 2018 my wife was out of town for work for a month and my youngest sons, twins 18, were away for baseball camp, leaving me and my oldest son, 23, alone. He had just graduated from college and was aimless, smoking too much pot and at home most days playing video games when he wasn't out with his friends or girlfriend. One night I came home drunk from going to a bar after work, to find my son on my bed, boxer briefs around his knees, jerking off to gangbang porn streaming to my big screen TV from his phone. I've watched porn fully clothed with my sons before, but this time he was naked and jerking his big dick ... and I couldn't stop looking at it. My son is 6'5" and has a 9+ inch uncut cock that matches his size 15 shoes. The ample foreskin glided over the head and made a slight slapping sound with each stroke because of the copious precum that was leaking down. I hadn't seen him naked since he was much younger, and I was shocked by what I was seeing. He was pretty high that night, and in a carefree mood, making silly jokes and laughing a lot while his eyes were glued to the porn and his left hand lazily moved his foreskin back and forth over the head of his dick. He kept calling me "dude" when he looked over at me a few times as we sat on the bed and laughingly commented that I was watching his dick more than the girl getting gangbanged in the video. Even though I was ashamed and looked away chuckling each time he mentioned it, I was also mesmerized by the size of his huge dick and the streams of precum that flowed down the shaft and over his fist as he pumped it. I wasn't sure if my average cut dick was painfully hard at the impressive sight of his manhood or because of the hot porn we were watching, but I was fascinated at how much precum he was leaking and kept looking over to see it again. Around the fifth time he caught me gawking at his endowment, and without warning, my son looked in my scared eyes and said gently, "You can't stop looking at it Dad. Don't be embarrassed. It's ok." He picked up my left hand and set it down on his shaft. Mindlessly, I wrapped my fingers around it and in a daze moved my hand up and down no more than eight or ten times, feeling the girth and length of his impressive dick, feeling the sticky precum squish around my fingers with each stroke. I wasn't paying any attention to my own cock trapped in my pants when suddenly it started to orgasm so intensely my whole body trembled and went limp, and my cock spurted a massive load of cum in my underwear. Even as my eyes were squeezed closed with the overwhelming sensations, I was filled with shame and dreaded opening them because I didn't want to look my son in the face. Rolling off the bed without looking back at him, I hurried off to the bathroom to clean myself up, and then busied myself in the kitchen until I heard him leave my room. For the next few days I tried to avoid my son, but he didn't make it easy to forget what had happened. Each day he tried to steer my attention back to his cock, walking around the house naked, once with his dick hard and swinging, or stroking to porn in front of me again. I yelled at him each time, telling him to put some clothes on and start acting like an adult. But he was right when he responded, "You can't deny looking at my dick made you hard, and that you couldn't take your eyes off it." I was dumbfounded with no response. He was right and I had no good explanation for why except that I had been drunk. One night that weekend he convinced me to touch his dick again with predictable results that my dick got hard and made a big wet spot in my pants. Seeing how excited I was at the touch, he encouraged me to smell it and then taste it, guiding my head down toward it with his big hand. The intoxicating masculine scent of his foreskin drove me crazy and I opened my mouth hesitantly to wrap my lips around it. With the head of his dick and maybe an inch of his shaft in my mouth, I started salivating like crazy, and after no more than a minute of sucking and licking the end of his big dick and sniffing his pubes and balls I again experienced a powerful orgasm without touching myself. For my son, the situation was clear. From the moment I sucked his cock there was a definite shift in the power dynamic between us. It took a few weeks for me to understand what my son knew immediately -- that I was going to be his personal cocksucker, and that I was going yo enjoy it. In the 25 years I had been married to my wife, I never even looked at a dude sexually, and I had several girlfriends over the years that I hid from my wife. But the truth was undeniable. Every time I looked at my son`s cock or touched it, I got hard. And when he let me suck it, I came in my pants without touching myself. I loved his cock and I wanted it every day. That's when he knew he had control over me. We fell into a daily routine while we were alone at home together that month. Each night before bed I would kneel on the floor in front of him and suck his dick while he sat on the sofa, smoked his bong, and watched porn on the TV. After a few nights, he tentatively reached down and rubbed his finger in my butt crack. Lost in the sensations of the blowjob I was giving to my own son, my body trembled at his touch. My mind told me to say no, to push his hand away, but my mouth didn't stop sucking cock to object to his touch. Emboldened by my passivity, he started playing with my ass, at first gently slapping my butt cheeks, and telling me he wanted to fuck me. Nothing had ever been in my ass except the doctor's finger, and I didn't like that! There was no way I would ever let my son put anything in my back door, and after he said this three or four times I told him so. But he was persistent, and his touch felt good to me. Each night he rubbed and slapped my ass, keeping a finger pressed on my butthole while I sucked him. One night he got especially worked up and he jammed a spit covered fingertip into my asshole and made me yelp. Over the next ten minutes he wiggled it around, pressing different spots inside of me until suddenly he hit that special place many guys know about - the male g-spot. It made me piss a few drops when he hit it, and seeing how much I enjoyed it, he prodded and rubbed that spot over and over until I exploded in a wild orgasm. He had cum in my face and all over my hair during that prostate workout and I didn't even notice because the sensations in my ass were so incredible I wasn't paying attention to his dick anymore. Every time I sucked him after that he worked one spit covered finger, and then two or three inside of me, massaging my prostate and stretching my hole, until I guess he couldn't hold back any longer. He got me right to the verge of cumming one night, and then told me it was time to take his dick in my ass. I was hungry for it by then, and complied as he moved me onto my knees on the living room floor with my ass up toward him and my shoulders down. Facing the TV so he could keep watching porn, he mounted me doggy style. I felt pressure against my hole, and the head of his cock popped into me. There was a lot of spit and precum easing the way, and his dick was hard as steel, but I was surprised how easy it was. Once the head and a few inches of shaft were in me though, my ass clamped down and, despite his attempts to ease more into me, refused to budge. I begged my son just to fuck those few inches in and out of me, and he said he would. It was comfortable for a time, and my son was going slow and letting his cock head glide through his foreskin and precum in and out of my tight anus. But after a few minutes of gentle fucking, my son`s posture shifted. He aggressively leaned forward and put all his weight onto my back, pressing me down flat into the carpet. His hands pinned my arms to the floor and his legs entwined with mine, immobilizing me. His sweaty face was on the back of my head, pressing my cheek into the rug, and I felt like I could barely breathe. Contracting his abdomen, my son let out a primal grunt, and I felt intense pressure in my ass as he used his weight to force his cock deeper into me. I screamed several times very loudly, imploring him to stop, but he didn't. My cries seemed to strengthen him and deepen his control over me. The pressure and depth of his pounding increased in increments until there was a sudden, almost audible, ripping feeling inside of me. I gasped and held still, breathlessly anticipating intense pain, but there was none. Realizing this, I exhaled and a deep sigh of relief escaped my lips. Feeling the ripping himself, my son had held still. But hearing my sigh and sensing my tensed muscles relax, he pressed his hips down toward me and his cock sank inch by inch deep into my bowels. Finally I felt his sweaty pubic hair crunch against my ass, and I knew his thick 9 inches were all the way in me. He paused for a moment, giving me a breather, or perhaps enjoying the sensation himself of bottoming out inside his old man's ass. Eventually though, he started fucking again with long, slow strokes, pulling almost all the way out of me, and then slowly pressing all the way in until his pelvis ground against my butt. After three or four minutes of leisurely long-dicking, he picked up the pace for a few minutes, and then shifted into high gear, pounding with all his fury. His breath grew rapid and he moaned over and over as sweat dripped from his forehead and chest onto my back and neck and his groin slapped my ass with each thrust. His cock seemed to grow even larger inside of me. Suddenly he let out an intense animal growl as I felt his muscles contract sharply. His body trembled and I felt his cock and balls pulsing strongly. With each spasm, a volley of cum fired into me and my guts were flooded with waves of my son's hot sperm, a sensation I could never have imagined enjoying as much as I did at that moment. Exhausted from the effort of fucking, my son had collapsed onto my back, drenched in sweat, panting and making small involuntary thrusting movements while his cock continued to twitch inside me. Finally growing softer after a few minutes, he pulled his cock out of my destroyed hole, rolling onto his back on the floor next to me, panting. At the removal of his cock, I felt liquid rush out of me, down my balls and onto the floor from my gaping hole. Pushing myself up to examine it, I saw a puddle of shimmering pink liquid and, wondering what it was, peered closer trying to figure it out. Slowly it dawned on me that it was a mixture of cum and blood. Looking over I saw my son's cock and crotch were covered in my bright red blood. In a powerful moment of terror and shame, I realized I had not only been fucked by a dude but that my ass was bleeding! My first thought was how I would explain the cum in my ass when I got to the emergency room. My son recognized the look of horror on my face as my eyes focus on his bloody crotch and these thoughts raced through my brain. I was on the verge of a panic attack. Reaching up from the floor to give me a light slap across the cheek, he cheered happily, "I popped your cherry dad! Now your ass is mine!" ------------------------------------------- If you enjoyed reading this story, shot your load stroking to it, or can relate to it in any way, send an email to BrutusBrohio@gmail.com and let me know. -------------------------------------------