Date: Tue, 7 Aug 2012 03:53:42 -0700 From: Jon Hold Subject: Bathing Dad Bathing Dad by Jon Hold He was in there. I could hear the shower running and knew my father was in there, wet, and naked. I wanted to be in there with him. To touch his hot body. To suck his hot cock. To swallow his hot cum. What would he say? What would he do? I stripped naked right there in the hallway. Swallowed my heart--and opened the door. Hot, wet air flowed over my goose-bumpy skin, soothing my heat and making me even more lustful. Holding my breath, not thinking, grasping my fate in my sweaty hand I pulled open the shower door and stepped inside ---- expecting... ? The shadows of dark hair seen as a blur through the warbley glass were clear now. Water washed down slick to his skin. He stood there, looking at me quizzically, as if wanting to know what I was doing in the shower with him. Almost passing out with fear I took the soap from his hand and started to wash his powerful chest. The slick, hard mounds of his upper chest and the big, dark brown nipples that stuck out bigger than pencil erasers. Thick and resilient, man tits that just begged to be worked and played with. The thin line of hair that lead down across his full, mature belly. My hands shook and I dropped the soap as my hands circled over and over again around the swollen tautness of his hard male gut. My legs gave out and I moaned as I sank to my knees in front of my father. My soap lathered fingers invaded the dark thicket between my fathers legs as if self-propelled. My mouth hung open as my father rose to me and we both moved as if puppets on strings not controlled by either of us. My dream of many years came true as my father totally filled my mouth, and then, with only the slightest gag, my throat as I buried my face in his thick, manly pubes. Sobbing, I sucked deeply as my father's hands held my head as he stroked, fucking my throat once, twice and pulled back to fill my mouth with studly cream. Crazed, I sucked and pulled at my father as he erupted over and over into my mouth. Thick slime coating my throat as I swallowed over and over again. Shaken, delirious, I was barely aware of my father kissing me as he washed me and then dried both of us with one of his favorite huge bath towels. I wrapped my arms around his neck and nursed at his huge nipple as he carried me to my bed. I wouldn't let go as he laid me into my narrow boys bed, forcing him to fall into the bed on top of me. I cried out and wrapped my arms and legs around my father as I bit at his lips and fervently tried to kiss him. Dad was trying to calm me down and I wasn't having the first little bit of it! I reached under my pillow and handed Dad my tube of jack-off cream. Dad just stared at it until I grasped his erection started trying to guide it into me... dry. "Jeff? Son? Do you know..." "Dad! Please! Don't!!! I need you! I need this. Please, Dad. Please make love to me. Please!!" "Oh, Jeff..." Dad almost cried. "Oh, my son." Dad was crying. But he lubricated himself and then carefully lubricated me and opened me with his fingers before truly opening me with his mancock. Hard cock. Full, thrusting, male cock controlled by a real man, controlled by a proven stallion, just as he controlled me as he open me, penetrated me and mastered me. Never has anyone ever been fucked as my father fucked me that night. Over and over he brought me to orgasm after glorious orgasm until my cock and balls no longer functioned and all my orgasms were happening deep up inside me. Father used his own orgasms to bring even more pleasure to me. To make me reach ever more earth-shattering orgasms that ripped and tore through me with primeval power. I destroyed the mornings peace, shattering the scintillating synchronicity with my screams of pleasure. The morning sun glinted at me in the full-length mirror across from my bed. I looked and saw a blond young man, worn and exhausted and yet filled with a worldly power he had never before known. The boy was topped by a much larger, dark-haired version of himself. Topped by a rutting beast that knew only its ultimate power. The power of generation. The willowy blond rose to the challenge and accepted the mighty thrusts and driving energy of his master. Together, high-pitched scream and deep bull roar sundered the brightening morning. The sheets tore under driving feet as the ravening man slammed into the boy's body, attempting to totally enter him, conquer him, breed him. Feathers brightened the air in joyous suspension as the boy ripped his pillow with lust maddened limbs and teeth. Both collapsed into each other, gasping for air, shaking from near total enervation. Father, shaking and doddering with muscle weakness, finally arose and lifted his swooned son with trembling weak arms. Staggering, he carried the boy to the bathroom's large shower stall. Starting a cool morning shower he gently revived his son, who started weakly laughing. "What's wrong, Son?" the worried man asked, fearful for his son's sanity. "Be careful, Dad." the boy giggled. "Just remember how this whole thing got started!" ----- People sleep peaceably in their beds at night only because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf. -- Winston Churchill