Date: Mon, 27 Jun 2011 18:27:47 -0200
From: logansingh777@gmail.com
Subject: You Dad Part 2 - Back to the Topic

The following story is a complete work of fiction. It contains detailed
descriptions of a homosexual nature and is not meant for viewing by persons
under the age of eighteen. If such material is illegal in your area and you
are not allowed to view such content, or if you find such content
offensive, do not proceed. Any descriptions of people dead or alive and any
description of events that may resemble non-fiction stories or people is by
complete coincidence.

This story is dedicated to my one and only life companion and Soul-Mate.

You Dad Part 2, Back to the Topic

The Last time, I was trying to tell you about how Nigel and I took the next
step in our relationship.

That kid and I had been nest of friends since the day he was born, and
sadly to say, I will hate to leave him one day, but, as time will have it,
I will not last forever.

Well, I could last forever in bed, that he and I both know.  It is strange,
to me at least. Sex has always been awesome with my wife, as I said; I love
her with all my heart, just as I love Nigel. We have a large family, and we
still get it on as often as we can.

But Nigel . . . now he gets my juices flowing, literally – I have never
cum as hard or as copious with anyone that I do with him. He brings out a
primal lust in me, along with a protective, intimately possessive side in
me. Nigel is my son, after all . . .

So, as I was saying, nobody's gifts are as good as Nigel's.

Last fathers' day, he and I were out by the lake, after his brothers had
left, and some gone to bed. My wife was asleep and I was alone with my son,
in the water, rock hard, filling my trunks with sticky semen that poured
out of me non stip. I think that the icy coldness of the water only made me
harder, and hotter . . .

I think that it was that, and my handsome stud of a boy swimming next to
me, against me, that led to the events that changed my life forever.

It makes me remember, now that I think of it, about the first time that he
gazed at my scrotum in awe, and his words something to like of, "I was in
there before."

I love those words. And his eyes, they were filled with such intense
feelings.

Nigel and I were on such a level, even before the sex, the love making,
that if they had never occurred, we would be as close as we had become,
some way or another. Making love to my boy is so deep, passionate, and
loving, that it was only a mere catalyst in our relationship.

Do not misunderstand me, we both love it, and I love it, probably more than
him, but he and I could spend the rest of our lives trying to figure out
who loves the other more. Which was the reason, more than anything, on how
what happened last fathers day, and almost every night and day after
occurred.

Let me continue . . .

Nigel and I were just horsing around in the water, comfortable with the
cold, and as hard as ever. I was so horny for him, I just wanted to take
him to a corner, under a tree and give it to him under a tree, where no one
could see us. It felt awesome to be with him, naked and in a sexual frenzy
as nature intended. Bare, two men, lost in a primal bout of sexual
pleasure.  I was extremely hot, and in need of a release, real bad, but our
by a tree, was not a good idea. I got out of the water, and he followed me,
into the lower level of the house, into the garage. I had one of those with
no door at the back. The cars were near the entrance, and there was enough
space for the both of us, between my AMG and the wall . . . we were
dripping wet, from the lake, and both our wieners were extremely hard –
actually, I was afraid that I was going to blow my load if his hair so much
as grazed me again.  The sexual pressure between us was that intense. Nigel
stood beside me, his hard organ rubbing on my cold thigh, and I kissed him,
touching him wherever my hand would go. Soon our bodies were hot, and dry,
and except for the vast amount of semen he was adding to my leg!

I couldn't stop kissing him, he was so hot and cute, humping my leg, and
the sounds I got out of him as I sucked the air out of him were extremely
hypnotic. Nigel was pressing his wood against my hairy leg, his hands on my
neck and my back, as I pushed them away from my crotch area – I didn't
want to cum yet. That I wanted to last, and be super strong.

What can I say, I do not know how it happened, neither does he, but I do
not regret it, and neither does he. It all happened in a blur, and only
after did we realize what had happened.

First, I pinched on of his nipples, and pressed my lips harder against his,
and his tongue responded accordingly, as did his hips since he started
grinding on me harder and faster. He pulled away from my face, and moaned
softly, his head against my shoulder, his grip on me was so tight I knew
that he definitely left some marks there. I was so turned on, that I came,
without even touching my own pulsating weiner, as he blew his load all over
my leg, my chest, and my back. Even the car was christened with his huge
load.

Nigel was panting, I was panting, our dry skin became moist, and soon we
were sweating. The air was filled with the scent of our natural odour, and
his cum mingled with mine, all over my car, and all over ourselves.  Like I
said, we don't know how it happened, but it happened.  It started like
this.

Nigel began gathering up all the cum and semen that had accumulated near
him, and massaged it all around his amazingly proportioned weiner, then he
took a hold of my spent, softening dad-meat and coerced the last drops of
my cum out of me, adding to the slickness of his shaft, I bent low to taste
him but was caught by his lips, were locked yet again in another kissing
frenzy, and gradually, I found that he moved behind me, we were both
standing, and his hands had worked magic in getting me hard again in record
time.

I felt the hot wetness of his weiner against my butt cheeks, and soon
between them, and as he released my lips from his, he kissed my neck, and
my back . . . he hugged me tightly, and at that moment, I knew that I loved
him with all my heart, mind and soul.

"Go ahead champ," I whispered to him, as his hot, pulsing weiner made
contact with my butt-hole. I still cannot fully explain what my son did to
me . . .

My heart rate picked up, I had the hardest weiner ever, I was leaking,
literally like a wide open faucet. He pushed in gently, and I was
completely relaxed, he was so slick, that he was having no trouble getting
his hardness into me. I was going to relax a bit against the car, s this
was my first time, I felt as if I was going to black out, but he held me
up, and was half way in. I expected him to go all the way, but he stopped,
held hi place there, and kissed my neck, bit my ear and whispered do me,

"dad, I'm back inside you,"

Fuck, I could have cum again just there, he always though of the deepest
things to say!

I felt completely comfortable having Nigel in me, and his arms around me
. . . he wasn't moving, I realized that he was rubbing my back, kissing me,
making sure that I was okay . . .

"Let it loose Tiger," I said to him, bracing myself, expecting him to ram
all the way in – but I was wrong. He moved in slowly, only a little bit,
he didn't want me below him, I understood that much as he held me upright,
and only went in as much as I could accommodate. Fuck, my son was
phenomenal . . .

He knew where I stood with this stuff, anal sex, that I did not think that
he would be lower than me, less of a man, my personal whore, if he took it
from me. I loved him, and would never let him feel disrespected, violated,
or hurt – and he was doing just that with me . . .

"I love you Nigel," I said to him, and he responded with a kiss, then
repeated what I said, kissed me again, and started a slow, gentle rhythm.

Standing up, and my sons well developed manhood grazing my prostate was out
of this world! I had never experienced that before . . .ever!

I could feel the cum churn in my heavy balls, and with some of his thrusts,
I could feel my cum crawl up to the tip of my weiner.  Occasionally, thick
ropes of my cum was dripping onto the bonnet of my car, and the feeling was
so intense – fuck, I was in heaven . . . Nigel was fucking the cum right
out of me!

Well, that is to put it bluntly – he was actually gently, lovingly,
keeping me suspended in orgasm. I swear, this boy was giving me the first
of many multiple orgasms that I had ever experienced in my life. I was so
hard, and he was at a constant pace, rock hard, and I was clenching my
inner muscles against his own weiner, and he kept driving home to my
prostate, milking his dad for all I'm worth!

I could not take it anymore, I was going crazy with pleasure. He was about
to cum, I could feel it course through his body, could hear it in his
voice, and I was near blacking out . . .

"Dad I'm gonna cum," he said, a bit loudly, and I just held on to his hand
as he got a wee bit rougher in his thrusts, and then, our coupling was
complete with me having a mind blowing, out of this world final climax
. . .  Nigel's seed was inside me, my son, in me where he was once before
– everything about that experience was more than I could handle.

I thought that finally I could bend over the car and relax, but Nigel held
on to me, still hard, planted in me, just about three quarters of the way
in, my weiner shaking with the last spasms of my monster orgasm.

"Your turn dad," he said to me, whispering into my ear, "I want to feel you
inside me."

My weiner had not been this at for such a long period of Time in years
. . .  I was ready for more, and so was my boy.


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That was the end of part two. I have an idea for one final part, which I
will write as soon as possible. Thanks for reading, as before, emails
welcome: logansingh777@gmail.com

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