Date: Sat, 5 Feb 2011 16:28:19 +0000 (GMT) From: Mr. D Subject: What was I thinking, part twelve This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. Dionyssos Dionyssos00@yahoo.no (that is Dionyssos, and `zero-zero' at the end) What was I thinking, part twelve At this point I did not really think. Time seemed to stand still as I walked towards my bedroom holding John's hand. We were both so horny we didn't know how to express it. I knew in my inner soul that this was wrong, but just could not resist the temptation. Fuck it! -- My son wanted me to fuck him and I would give that an honest try. I found the lube first. I would need a lot of it to make this happen. I lay down on the bed and pulled John on top of me. I turned him around into a 69, but forbade him to touch my cock. If I was going to do this, shooting my load in his face just wouldn't do. I would go all the way and breed my son. I began with a good rimming and I was pleased to see he had begun to open already. John moaned as my tongue whipped around his pink virgin ass. Occasionally I would push my tongue into him and he squirmed with pleasure. I felt his breath against my pulsing cock, but he never touched it. I kept it up until I could insert a finger into him without any resistance at all. I licked and fingered him and enjoyed the horny noises he was making. Two fingers gave some resistance and I began using the lube. I spent a long time reapplying lube to make sure he was properly prepped. When I had worked two fingers to the hilt inside him, I figured he was as ready as could be for my cock. I made him kneel and then bend over making sure his legs were spread apart. His pink hole was open and slick with lube. I used some more to lube up my cock and let the dripping head rest against his ass. "Please dad... I want you to fuck me. Let me feel you huge cock inside me" "You will son, but we will take it slowly. Tell me if it hurts" Of course I knew it would hurt him. No matter how much I opened him up he would hurt when my cock entered him. I began to push gently against his opening. My hard work paid off and the head slid in without too much trouble. I felt John stiffen and his muscle clamped down. I knew it hurt and held still until he began to relax again. Ever so gently I began to feed my son my cock. "Ohhhhh... That feels so good Dad..." His pleasure reassured me but I was a bit nervous. Being this horny I could easily end up hurting him bad. When half of my cock was inside I stopped to marvel at the sight. My cock completely blocked out his tight ass. The opening was stretched so tightly around it the lube on my cock was left on the edges instead of going inside. I began pulling back and kept going till my head was the only thing left. I felt John push his butt against me. I have never in my life fucked anyone with so much care and devotion. With slow motions I kept feeding John half of my cock. John bit down on a pillow and seemed totally out of it. I felt his body shaking and his ass tightened even more. John was shooting his load. I did not dare to move before John's orgasm had passed. I felt him relax again and he started to push against me. Even if he had just cum he wanted more and he didn't really have to ask. He was opened up more now and I began feeding my cock to him again. Still in slow motion, but I was working more and more of my 8.5 inches into him. Finally my pubic hair touched his naked butt. John felt it tickle him and turned his head. "Are you all the way in now?" "Yes my son. You have all of my cock inside you" "It's an insane feeling dad. It feels like your cock is in my chest, but I does not hurt anymore" I began to fuck him now. The speed was a little quicker and I gave him all of it. John's breathing sounded like a buffalo after a ten mile run. He kept still and let me fuck him. Feeling my balls slapping against his hairless backside was something I intended to do again. I now dared to go a little faster and felt my orgasm building up. John went all stiff and I realized he was cumming a second time. The squeeze on my cock sent me over the top. It was the most surreal orgasm I have ever had. It didn't start in my balls. It began in my toes and ran through my spine to the head, before plunging into my balls and cock. I filled my boy's ass with cum and the world around me blurred. I tried not to slam my hips against him, but had no way of controlling my motions. When the first wave had passed I found my cock buried in John's ass and my hands were wrapped around him. "Are you OK John? Did I hurt you?" "I'm OK Dad. It hurt like nothing else at first, but after I shot my first load all the pain was gone" "I have just filled your ass with the biggest load of cum I have ever shot" "I could feel it hitting the walls inside me dad. It was awesome" "We can agree on that!" I slowly pulled my softening cock out of my son. He began leaking cum and I bent down to slurp some of it up. The taste of my jizz leaking from my son's ass was pure bliss. ************ Mr Davidson was not sure what to do. He knew all that had happened during the week-end and could not understand what could have upset Dave so much. He had never been very good dealing with feelings and seeing his son break apart like that scared him silly. He fetched another beer from the fridge and hoped it would make it easier to relax. It worked on his muscles, but his mind kept circling. The alcohol removed his present worries though, and he found himself replaying the three young boys by the lake. He was lost in thought when he felt his cock and discovered it to have gone hard. He stood up and shoved a hand into his pants. He needed to adjust it before sitting down again. When he sat down he gently stoked his cock while zipping to the beer. Dave woke up and had no idea how long he had been out. Last thing he remembered was clinging to his father and crying his heart out. Now he felt embarrassed on top of his worries. His eyes were sore and he felt like he had eaten a bucket of sand. He really needed a drink of water and got up to get some. On his way to the upstairs bathroom he noticed the house was very quiet. He could not see his dad from the top of the stairs. He forgot about the water and went down the stairs to investigate. When he was three steps from the bottom he saw his dad on the couch, but what was he doing? His dad was sitting with his legs separated and his body leaned far back. His head was tilting backwards in a strange angle. In his left hand he held a bottle of beer that in turn rested against his knee. His right hand was rubbing his crotch! Dave had to bite his lip to stop him self from speaking his thoughts out loud. He felt his own dick getting hard too. He had never seen his father doing something like this. To be honest he hadn't even heard any sexy noises from his parent's bedroom. Now Dave had to make a choice. He could sneak back up to his room, but what fun would that be? He could stay put and enjoy the show. Perhaps he could walk silently up to his dad and surprise him? It would be interesting to see how he reacted. In the end Dave found a compromise. He moved very slowly and silently down the last steps and began making his way to the kitchen. It was hard to keep track of where he was going. His head kept turning to look at his dad. He froze when he thought his Dad said some thing. He looked at him, but could not see any sign of him moving. Just as he was about to get moving again his dad let out a moan. "Oh yes, keep doing just that... It feels so nice... Don't stop... Your hand feels super around my cock..." Dave's jaw dropped. He was not certain if his dad was sleeping or if he was just lost in wet fantasy. His dick was now so hard it hurt. He could clearly see the big bulge in his dad's crotch. He wanted to go over there and open his zipper. He felt an almost irresistible urge to feel his dad's cock in his mouth. He had to think hard about how thirsty he was before he started moving towards the kitchen. Once he was out of his dad's line of sight he let out his own moan. What should he do now? He did not dare to turn on the water in the sink so he opened the fridge instead. He found a soda and carefully closed the door again. One noisy thing left; to open the soda. He tried to do it silently, but could not help the fizzling sound once he got it open. He held still and listened for any changes. "Is that you Dave?" Dave kept his silence. He wanted his dad to go back to his horny visions. He even held his breath to be silent. It seemed like forever before he heard his dad move on the couch and say to him self; "I guess not..." He kept still a while longer just to make sure and then peaked around the door frame. His father had not moved much. He had put the beer bottle down on the table and straightened himself up. His head was not turned and if he were to open his eyes he would be looking straight at Dave. His hand was still moving up and down the bulge in his pants. Dave kept looking and enjoying the horny feeling. Playing with his friends had made him feel confused and scared. Now he was sneaking around the house looking at his own dad rubbing his manhood. Was he going mad or was this normal for young boys? He had no way to be sure. Perhaps he should talk to John about it? ************ Mr Davidson was lost in his fantasy. He was no longer just watching the boys from a distance. He had joined them. The feel of their hands on his body was divine. The lake was calm and John and Dave were swapping between playing together and with him. Then he heard a creaking sound. For one moment he was surprised to find that he was in his living room. His cock was rock hard now and he really wanted to take it out of his trousers. The sound he thought he had heard was not a sound from the out doors. It sounded more like a squeaky step on a staircase. He found himself hoping Dave was coming down the stairs. What would he do if he saw him rubbing his hard-on on the couch? The though turned him on even more and he let out a low moan. He could feel a presence in the room, but did not dare to open his eyes. For some time he just kept rubbing his hard-on. Then curiosity took hold of him. He opened one eye ever so slightly and was thrilled by what he could make out. Dave was standing in front of him. By the way his body was positioned he was trying to sneak passed him. He figured he was on his way to the kitchen. At the moment Dave was looking straight at him and holding totally still. He had probably heard his moan. Mr Davidson wanted Dave to come over to him. He discovered that he really needed him to come over and put his hand on his aching cock. He saw Dave's head begin to move so he made an impulse decision and began talking as if half asleep. "Oh yes, keep doing just that... It feels so nice... Don't stop... Your hand feels super around my cock..." Dave froze again and kept his eyes locked on his crotch. Mr Davidson enjoyed the horny look on Dave's face. He seemed to be deciding whether or not to come over. Alas when he moved he was going for the kitchen. A little disappointing, but the fact that he had been watching was a huge turn-on. After a few seconds he heard Dave open a soda. The sound was unmistakable. This seemed like a good time to break the ice. "Is that you Dave?" He listened for a long time, but Dave did not make a sound. He was probably afraid of getting caught watching his old man enjoying himself. That was understandable. He used the time to sit up and get rid of the beer in his hand. He made sure to be in a position where he could peak without Dave noticing. When he was comfortable he said with a slightly disappointed tone in his voice; "I guess not..." He kept rubbing his cock. By now a big wet spot had appeared on the front too. He waited and before late, Dave's head popped up behind the door frame. He just stood there a while before he moved into full view. He was holding the soda in one hand and rubbing his dick with the other. It was getting really hard for Mr Davidson to keep his eyes closed. He wanted so much for Dave to come over! As if Dave had read his mind, he began to move towards him. He moved silently like a ghost. He put down the soda on the table and came to stand right in front of him. ************ Dave stepped out into full view. He was now rubbing his dick just like his father was doing. If he opened his eyes, so be it. He was very close to the point where he did not care. He felt the same feeling now as he had when John had licked his ass for the first time. The only difference was the intensity of it. Dave could no longer resist. He moved as quietly as he could towards his dad. On the way he got rid of the soda and walked all the way up to his dad. He was only a foot away when he stopped. He was rubbing his dick and wanted to rub his father's too. If he freaked out, so be it. This was now or never. Dave knelt down in front of his dad placing himself between his spread legs. He could smell the husky smell and see a wet stain on the front of the pants. He reached out and put his hand where he figured the bells would be. He gently squeezed. His dad moaned. A little uncertain he began sliding his hand following the bulge. Half way he came into contact with his father's hand. To his surprise he lifted his hand and put it on top Dave's. Dave felt his dad gently squeeze his hand and move it up and down his cock. "That feels amazing... Please don't stop" Dave looked up to see his dad's face. He was looking back at him now and smiling. He had the same horny look he had seen on John's face a few times. Dave smiled back at him and let more pressure on his dad's hard-on. "You know Dave? I was just dreaming about you doing that to me" "Is this OK with you Dad?" "I know we shouldn't, but I'm really horny and want you to keep going. Are you OK with that son?" "You might have been dreaming about this just now. I have wanted to do this for a very long time" His dad's eyes widened at the comment. Dave kept his gaze on his dad's face and moved his hand to his zipper. It was easy to open the top button and then unzip the front. Dave was surprised to find out that his dad was not wearing any underpants. His dark pubic hair was slightly damp to the touch. The husky scent he had sensed before got ten times stronger and was driving Dave wild. His dad's cock was still confined in the folds of the trousers. He lifted his hips and helped Dave pull the trousers down to his ankles. Now Dave had full access to the wonderful cock. It was curved slightly up and had a nice thick purple head on top. Pre-cum was forming pearls at the top. Dave bent forward and tasted the sticky drop. His dad moaned loudly as his tongue touched the tip. The taste was the best Dave had ever experienced. The pre-cum and loads of cum he had tasted from John and Steve was nothing compared to this. After letting his tongue circle the head a few times he took the head in his mouth. One hand was rubbing his own dick, the other was clamped around his father's big hairy balls. He worked the cock as far into his mouth as he could before he slowly began to pull his head back up. After repeating this a few times his dad cleared his throat. "I can't hold on much longer Dave" Dave knew it before his dad said it. He began sucking all the more and was looking forward to having his father filling his hungry mouth. When his felt his dad's muscles tense up he knew he would get what he wanted. The first shot hit the back of his throat. He heard his dad grunt as he shot load after delicious load into his mouth. Dave also went over the top and began shooting his load into his pants. He could not swallow all of his dad's jizz. It was just too much of it. When his dad stopped ejaculating his cum was running down Dave's chin. Dave kept sucking until he was sure there was nothing left. Dave let his dad's cock out of his mouth and looked up at him with a smile on his face. The taste of his father was still filling his mouth. His dad lifted him up and embraced him. "I love you son" "I love you too Dad" ---To be continued--- If you have an opinion about the story, good or bad, or have a suggestion for the plot, please let me know at following e-mail. Please use the story's title as subject. Dionyssos00@yahoo.no To all of you, who have sent your opinion, thank you! You have been a great help, and I hope you continue to read my stories and inspire me with your feedback.