Date: Sat, 23 May 2020 02:02:00 -0400 From: Travis Mills Subject: The Crack in the Bathroom Door, Chapter 2 This the second installment of my story: The Crack in the Bathroom Door. ::Before you read, remember that in order to keep Nifty up and able to provide all this great content, it needs your help, please consider donating to Nifty: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html And as always I'd really love to hear your feedback on the story so feel free to email me at Tthestud99@gmail.com! Enjoy!:: Chapter 2 I couldn't believe what had just escaped my lips... I had just confessed to my own father that I had been lusting over him. The secret was out, and hell if I knew what was to come of it. I'm pretty sure we sat in silence for hours after my confession, but in reality, it was probably about a minute or so. I analyzed dad's reaction. He just stared blankly into the wall in front of him, obviously thinking over everything that had happened. I was in the same state of shock, and to be honest, I was confident he was about to kick me out of the house. That was until he hung his head down and let out a light chuckle. A smirk appeared on his lips. I instinctively jerked back in my chair a little. His unexpected reaction was scarier than him yelling at me. "A smile?" I pondered, "why is he smiling?" Dad then slowly turned his head towards me. And with a snarky smile on his face muttered, "So you think you can handle me?" Every red light went off in my head, I wanted to retreat, get out of the room, out of the house. Dad's reaction was so bewildering, I literally couldn't comprehend what was going on. I thought I might pass out. With my mouth agape, I blinked mercilessly. Dad got the idea I was in shock. "You think you can handle your old-man huh Trav?" He snarked overconfidently, "well when it comes to the bedroom, I'm quite the wild card, and I have the feeling you are too." Everything dad said was in slow motion, why was he telling me this, w-was my dad into me? "But listen kid, if you want it, you gotta earn it. And it's not gonna be easy," he laughed, "but I believe in you, you're a sub at heart, I know you'll do good." "I-I-I Wha-What" I mumbled over my words not knowing what exactly was happening. "Listen kid, I'll give you some time to calm down. But when you're ready, you know where to find me." And with that dad left the room, patted me on the shoulder, and headed upstairs. I sat there for several more minutes just thinking to myself, then I looked down and saw my raging hard-on. It was obvious, I was tenting more than a camper, dad had definitely seen that too. But I suppose it didn't matter since I'm pretty sure he just invited me to have sex with him. Saying that in my head grounded me for another couple minutes, what the fuck had this turned into? I guess my dreams did come true? I got up from my chair, my legs a little wobbly and made my way to the kitchen for a drink of water. Although I was certainly thirsty for water, I was even thirstier for my father. But should I let him know that? Or should I keep him waiting... "Yea there's no way I can wait any longer," I said as I B-lined for the stairs. The first thing I noticed when I reached the top of the stairs was the bathroom door was completely shut. He sure was right, that's where I always found him. I approached the door like I had been for several years, and noticed a small white slip of paper where the crack once was. As I picked it up I noticed the caulk was still present. "Damn," I thought. Taking a big gulp of air, I unfolded the note dad had obviously left for me. "Once you come in here, things can never be the same." The note read. As far as I was concerned the second dad caught me lying in a puddle of my own jizz outside the bathroom door, things had changed. I thought about it one last time. If I didn't go inside and confront my dad, things would go back to "normal", or I could open the door and change history... You already know what happened. I slowly placed my trembling hand on the cold metal doorknob and began to twist it open. I was sealing my fate, and I couldn't be more excited. I opened the door completely and much to my disappointment, dad was seated fully clothed except for his shirt on the toilet. He looked up from his phone, and stared me directly in the eyes. "Took ya long enough." He stated in a slightly sarcastic tone. Again I stood there in silence, incapable of forming a sentence. "Hello? Trev?" Dad asked sarcastically, waving his hands in front of him while he stood up. "Did I really take your breath away or something? If you don't talk to me this isn't going to be as fun." The last thing I wanted to do was let dad down in anyway, so I knew I had to compose myself and at least say something. Damn, dad was right, I am a sub. "W-well dad, let's just say I cannot believe what's happening right now, it's all so crazy." "Well you better start believing kid cause you're gonna be living it soon." He responded, "Now that you've told me what you want, I've decided I'll give it to you, but that's gonna take time. We need to work up to your ultimate fantasy. Sorry Trav. I know you want me to dick you down right here right now but that's not how things are gonna work. See I like being the dom, and it's pretty obvious you like being the sub, so I think things are going to work out perfectly between us. This being said, from now on you're going to do whatever I want you to whenever I want you to. Don't worry though, you're going to enjoy what I make you do, mostly. Got it?" "Holy shit, yes dad." I excitedly answered. "It's sir now, or daddy if you'd like." He winked at me. "Yes sir- uh daddy" I corrected. Dad laughed, "I really wrecked you huh? And to think I haven't even put a hand on you yet." He was right... standing there looking up at him in the bathroom, I realized he had completely screwed me mentally. "All right well I'll give you a break from talking, I need to see what I'm workin' with, take your clothes off bud." Dad said with the sexiest grin you've ever seen. My dick throbbed as I clawed at my shirt, I didn't want to disappoint dad so I stripped down to my underwear as fast as I could. I could feel his gaze on me as I undressed, it was powerful, like a laser. Now I was down to my underwear, and my cockhead was sticking out the top of the waistband. Surprising myself, I didn't tuck it down, it's nothing dad hadn't seen anyway. Dad glared down at my young body. I wasn't muscular, but I wasn't frail either, my body was quite normal when compared to other boys my age. My pit hair was just beginning to grow in to match my small bush of pubes (which came in a couple of years ago). I had some light hair on my arms and legs, and I finally began shaving last month. I was hoping I would turn out as hairy as daddy one day, and as hung too. My dick was only around 5 inches, which I'm pretty sure is normal for my age, but I really hoped it would grow soon. "Looking good son," dad huffed, "now on your knees." Immediately I bowed down. I was looking directly at dad's crotch, sadly there was no bulge, so I began to wonder what I was doing down here. "My eyes are up here sport," he joked, "now do you think you deserve to suck on daddy's cock?" "Yes sir!" I replied eagerly. "Well we'll have to see about that... open." he commanded. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, not sure of what daddy had planned for me. "Good boy," dad whispered as he brought both of his hands up to cup my face. He slowly rubbed his thumbs across my cheeks, holding my face passionately yet forcefully. Dad gently let go with one hand, and brought it up in front of my face. He slowly put down three fingers until only his index and middle were left standing. "Damn his fingers are big," I admired. You could tell dads hands had been through a lot. Years of construction work left them rough and slightly calloused. Was I really getting off to my dad's hands? Yes, yes I was. Out of nowhere, dad plunged his two fingers into my wet mouth. I wasn't sure what to do here, he was fingering me in the wrong entrance. I remained confused until his next order. "Suck." Dad commanded. I closed my mouth and began to suck on his fingers, swaying back and forth trying to get them all the way down my throat. I had never sucked a dick or anything before, but I wasn't afraid to try. I thought all was going well until dad intervened. "Watch the teeth," dad bellowed, giving me a playful yet serious slap with his other hand. We continued this for several minutes. Dads thick fingers going in and out of my mouth. Sometimes he would cycle in his ring finger as well, but my mouth could barely take all three. Eventually dad grabbed the back of my skull and shoved his fingers down my throat causing me to choke and gag. Seeing me struggle he removed his fingers allowing me to cough and take in a big breath of air. "Enjoy this while it lasts, I'm not going to be so lenient soon," he threatened, "now open again." I thought dad was just going to make me suck on his fingers some more, until he gripped my face with both his hands again. Dad positioned himself right above me and gathered a load of spit in his mouth. He slowly let his saliva drip out of his mouth and fall directly into mine. I could've cum right there, it was warm and tasty, and although not exactly the white substance I wanted from dad, I wasn't complaining. I swallowed his hot spit to dad's delight. "Good boy" dad smiled at me, "you're pretty good with your mouth, how about we try something else." Dad walked over to the toilet and took a seat; however, before he sat down I'm pretty sure I saw him adjust the boner in his pants. I'd done it, I made dad get hard! "Aright kiddo," he said leaning back, "come here." I began to stand up before dad stopped me. "Did I say you could stand?" "No dad," I responded. "No who now?" Dad sternly said back. "Oh uh sorry, no daddy," I scrambled to correct my mistake. "Apologize!" Dad shouted back. I fell back to the ground embarrassed that I wasn't following his orders correctly. "I-I'm severely sorry sir, I'm just a stupid boy, please forgive me." I begged. "More like stupid fag," he insulted, "now get over here like I said!" I finally started crawling toward dad, he looked so big from this angle, like he could just stomp on me like an ant. I wasn't quite sure what I was getting myself into now, he always seemed to be full of surprises. I kept going towards daddy until I was about three feet from the bowl and he launched his foot into my face. "Next job," he snarled, "get to it." Dad still had his socks on and man did they stink. Something tells me these were his dirty socks from yesterday or even maybe earlier in the week he fished out of the hamper for me. I sniffed and huffed at the rank socks, trying to breathe in as much of daddy as I could. I loved his smell so much, and my dick liked it too. I felt it throb as I took each breath. Then I grabbed his foot and shoved it into my face. I felt high. I could feel the crusty sweat stains like sandpaper on my skin, I almost wanted to lick it... sadly, dad shut down my fantasies again by kicking me off of him. "You do what I tell you to do Trav, don't you dare think you can do whatever you want to!" Dad said very sternly. "I'm sorry sir, it won't happen again," I found myself apologizing again. "Good, now take off my sock, I wanna get my feet wet." I did as daddy ordered, slowly taking off the unwashed sock. I had never looked at dads feet too much before, and I was surprised at the way they turned me on. His feet were very muscular, his veins and bones ran like mountains across his feet. He even had hair down here, I couldn't believe it. "Start lickin'," he ordered. And lick I did. I started by engulfing his entire big toe into my mouth and I realized how much I already missed sucking on his fingers. I swirled my tongue around it loving its thickness. Next I licked and sucked on each of his smaller toes, leaving none untouched. As I ran my tongue back and forth across his foot, I realized he had separated his toes for me to get in between. The funk between his toes was astonishing tasty, I never saw myself as a foot guy, but it wasn't too bad. He brought his other foot up to my face and allowed me to service the other one too. This lasted much longer than the finger sucking and I guess after a while I started getting lazy. Dad noticed too when I accidentally scratched his big toe with my teeth. "HEY!" dad yelled as he sat up and gave me a whack on the head. "And to think I was just starting to enjoy that, I think it's time u get a punishment... too many slip ups." Now I was scared, dad punishing me? The man was twice my size, I was certain he could break me in half if he wanted to... god what was I in store for. "Alright get your ass up off the floor and take off your boxers, it's time for a spanking." He grunted. Of course I did what I was told, but I couldn't stop thinking about how long it had been since dad had spanked me, 5? 10 years?, I wasn't sure but it had been awhile. Even when I was standing up my father still looked like a beast. I quickly pulled off my boxers letting my hard-on breathe for the first time in about an hour. I stood there like a deer in the headlights waiting for dad's next order, the last thing I needed to do was mess up again. "Alright, across my lap Trav," dad commanded, not even acknowledging my raging bone. I walked over and threw my body onto dad's still clothed legs. He radiated so much heat, and god knows I was already sweating from all the work I was putting in. My dick jabbed into his thigh, and surprisingly it felt pretty good. I felt kinda bad because I realized it might not feel too good for dad but then I felt his huge semi throb under my chest, and suddenly my fears melted. I began to relax entirely forgetting why I was on dad's lap in the first place, a huge thwap on my ass violently reminded me. "Oh FUCK" I screamed as my ass began to numb. "Shut the hell up kid, it's what you deserve." He said raising his hand in the air again. "THWACK" his huge hand met my butt again and I began to wonder if I was going to be able to sit down for the rest of the day. The next five or so minutes were filled with huge slaps, my muffled screams, and dad's "encouragement". He mumbled things like "good boy," and "ya like that don't ya," and "oh fuck that sounded like it hurt buddy haha." He beat my ass with no remorse, and I couldn't imagine just how red it looked. Dad helped give me a better picture. "Ya look like a fire truck back here kid" he said with a chuckle. "Now I have a couple questions for you since there's no way you're going anywhere." "Oh great," I thought, "now I'm being interrogated." "So obviously I know you want my fuckstick, but what else do you want from your daddy? You can't just be after what's in my pants, what else do you like about your old man?" He questioned while lightly dragging a finger over my tender butt. "W-well," I started though I was wincing pretty bad, "I've always loved how you smelled, so I'd love to be able to smell a lot more of you." "Yea boy? Like what?" Dad pressed on. "You know like your feet, obviously, or your pits, or even your ass." I gulped when saying the last part. "Mmmm, I see Trav, so you're saying you want your daddy to sit on your face?" He asked. Before I could answer I felt dads fingers enter my ass crack, running up and down, lightly brushing over my hole. "O-oh fuck yes sir, I'd love that." I replied in pure ecstasy. "And what else?" Dad asked again. "I wanna s-suck you off and let your seed coat my th-throat. I want you to let me sit on your cock and have you fuck me for hours until you f-fill me up with my brothers and sisters" I began rambling. While I was speaking dad had slowly begun to play and prod at my asshole. I instinctively started humping his thigh, picking up pace. It just felt so good and I thought that there was nothing better than this. Until dad spat directly on to my pink tight boy hole. He used two fingers to spread his spit on my hole massaging it forcefully. "Keep going," he ordered. "Oh f-fuck okay, I want you t-to spit in my mouth more, I wanna suck on your nipples, I want you to l-let me drink your pee, I even want you to f-fill me up with you piss, oh please daddy I need it!" Right before the last of my requests left my mouth dad slowly pressed his index finger into my tight hole, which only let him in slightly. Either way it threw me into overdrive and I knew what was going to happen. "AH FUCK," I screamed as jets of my hot white cum blasted out of my dick. I could feel it stick between me and daddy like glue, I was in complete heaven after my orgasm. I laid there for a little while trying to catch my breath, and I felt dad slowly take the tip of his finger out of me. "Up." Dad dictated. I slowly rolled off dad, my legs feeling weak when they touched the floor. I wanted to go sit down, but then I remember how my ass was practically on fire. I looked down at the mess I had created. Dads jeans soaked up a lot of my jizz, with the rest of it still on my lower half. We stared at each other in silence, both of us were definitely stunned at what had just happened and how many boundaries we had just crossed. However it didn't last long as dad stood up, grabbed my shoulder with one hand, and used the finger he had fingered me with to gather the remaining cum on my torso. Slowly he collected all of my nut and brought it to my face. "Sniff." Was all he said. I leaned forward and smelled my own cum. It didn't smell too appealing, almost like chemicals, but what really enticed me was the smell of my rank ass on his finger as well. "Now eat it." Dad continued. I stood there again, fear in my eyes. I had never tried my own juice. Honestly it had never crossed my mind as an option. "Do it kid!" Dad shouted in my face. I knew I had no other option so I wrapped my mouth around dads index finger and tasted my own goo. It's taste was fairly similar to the smell, yet surprisingly very salty. I actually enjoyed the after taste of my own ass however, and the next thing I knew I was hard again. "That was hot bud, like really hot" dad said to me in a congratulatory tone, wiping his finger on his pants, "Now get outta here." "Wha- huh?!" I responded shocked. "Aren't you gonna let me suck you off, come on dad you gotta let me, it's all I wanted you didn't even cu-" My father grabbed me by the throat and pinned me to the bathroom wall. "What'd I fucking say Trav? I call the shots here! You do what I say! Now get the fuck out of my bathroom!" Dad yelled. "Y-yes sir," I said ashamed. I really had forgotten I'm not supposed to get what I want, and that really sucks. I walked out of the bathroom and headed to my room to hopefully clean off a little. Dad soon began to run a shower and I thought back on the events that had brought me here. It was fucking crazy, but I was so happy. To be honest the second I got inside my room I began jumping up and down like a kid being told they were going to Disneyworld. My dream of having sex with dad wasn't complete yet, but we were getting there and I couldn't be happier. The rest of the day went by as usual. Dad and I were back to talking, and neither of us mentioned the events of this afternoon, although that's all I was thinking about. Eventually I decided it was time for bed, as I was pretty exhausted from servicing dad. And as I fell asleep I thought about dad's big fingers getting shoved down my throat. ... Waking up the next morning was great. I felt super well rested and rejuvenated. And I couldn't wait to go talk to dad, I only hoped he was up for a little more play today. Firstly I hopped over to the bathroom to take my morning piss. I let my stream go feeling the tiny droplets splash back up and hit my hands and arms. As I tucked my cock away I noticed the hamper still had dad's dirty clothes on top, I couldn't help but take a whiff of the dirty clothes that reminded me fondly of yesterday. I even huffed on his briefs, it was so hot. Energetically I made my way down the stairs to the kitchen and when I made it to the bottom my heart stopped. Dad was there, fully undressed pouring himself a bowl of cereal. "Good morning bud!" Said dad glancing in my direction, "want some cereal?" My god I could see his cock! It was soft but still! He wasn't trying to hide it at all, he was basically encouraging me to look upon it, which I gratefully did. "Uh yea sure dad, I'd love some." I replied, trying to be as nonchalant as possible. He reached up grabbing another bowl from the cupboard, allowing me to feast my eyes upon his beautiful armpit. Shit I was hard again. "Can you grab the milk from the fridge Trav?" Dad requested like nothing was going on. "Yup" was all I could muster up. I grabbed the milk and handed it to my dad, trying not to stare at his cock. Keyword was trying, because I failed miserably. Dad quickly filled up his bowl with milk and sat the carton aside. "Hey could I have some too dad?" I asked, confused on why he didn't just fill my bowl up as well. "Actually Trav I have something else in mind for your cereal, something a little different..." He grabbed the bowl off of the counter with one hand and lowered it down to his cock. I was still very confused as to what was going on until dad grabbed his penis with his other hand and pointed it directly down into the bowl. "Hope ya don't mind" dad joked as he began to fill the bowl with his piss. To be continued...