Date: Mon, 3 Sep 2012 19:02:33 +0200 From: Internet Subject: California Here We Cum Part 1 This story is completely fictional. Any similarities to any persons or events, past or present are purely coincidental. This story contains scenes which involve sexual situations between youths and adults. If this type of material is offensive to you or is not legal for you to read this type of material, please do not read any further. Please leave comments at succumballs@hotmail.com California Here We Cum Part 1 The summer we moved from Iowa to California Dad joined a country club hoping I'd make some friends before school started. One day at the pool I watched a group of older boys standing shoulder deep playing. They stood in a row, and then the first one took a deep breath, turned, ducked under and swam between the legs of the others. One of them called Steve seemed to be the gang leader. He stayed under longer than all the others, and everyone laughed as he went under them. After doing a series of dives and back flips dad had taught me from the low board at the other end I went into the changing room. Steve followed me and stripped immediately,. Wow, I thought he was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. When I stared he grinned and said, You going to shower?" I nodded yes. "Come on, then. What's your name?" "Tom. You're in High School, I guess?" "Yeah. Sophomore. You're not." "Fifth Grade." "That's OK." When Steve grinned my whole body tingled. The showers at the far end of the room were in pairs in narrow, tiled niches, one left and another right. Once you stood under the water no one who walked past could really see you. I followed Steve into a niche where he stood with his back to me so I could study him. He was perfect, narrow waist, broad shoulders, round ass, long, sexy legs. When he turned he said, "You have a great cock, Tom." I looked down at myself, then shrugged. "Like my dad's, I guess." I'd never seen anyone else's, until now, and Steve looked good enough for me. He was beautiful all over. "Can I suck it?" He asked and walked over, pushed me against the wall and stroked it. I said, "I guess so," without really knowing why he wanted to. That got us into a routine. Every few days after swimming he took me into the shower stalls and sucked my cock while he rubbed himself. After I shot my first cum into his mouth, he wanted me every day. I had to shoo him off sometimes, because after that day all I could think about was my dad. Dad's really big, and strong, and I loved everything about him. He'd been a professional soccer player until his knee injury. Now he was retired and trained the college team where I'd meet him sometimes for a little workout and then a shower. He liked me watching him naked in the showers too, I could tell. That winter mom caught me in their bedroom, at their bathroom door, watching dad shower. The shower door was steamy so I couldn't see him very well, but still I was rubbing my cock. When I saw her she nicked me to follow her. In the kitchen she asked me what I'd been doing. I told her the truth, and she asked if dad had ever messed around with me. I knew what she meant but shrugged my shoulder like I didn't. "Has he ever played with your penis?" She asked bluntly. I shook my head no. "Would you like him to?" I shook my head yes. She put her arms around me and held me for a long time before saying, "It's all right, Tommy. Everything will be fine. You'll see." The following Spring Grandma got sick, and mom started spending weekends with her. One Friday after she had gone for the weekend I fell asleep in front of the TV. I woke slowly when dad sat next to me and ran his fingers through my hair. He wore his thick, red bathrobe so I pretended to be more asleep than I was. When he kissed my forehead I rested my hand on his thigh. "Tommy, what a beautiful boy you are. You're getting all grown up." He stroked my buttocks through my pants. I stretched my arm, and my hand slid inside the opening of his robe and touched his smooth thigh almost at his crotch. Dad kissed my shoulder. I tried to stay quiet but then squirmed my hand until I touched his cock, letting my finger curl against the thick shaft. I wanted to be awake with him but was afraid to say anything. Dad took my wrist. Had I gone too far? He kissed my fingers that had been touching his cock and carried me to bed. "Don't wake up, Bunny." He laid me down. "It's time for bed anyway." Then he removed my socks. I lifted up so he could get my pants off. I pushed at my underwear and he removed them too. Through almost closed eyes I watched him looking at me. My cock was bigger than his now, and he seemed proud of its size. He laid his head on my chest and put his hand between my legs. I moved them apart and sighed. He laid my penis on my thigh and lifted my testicles off the bed as if weighing them. Then he held them high and let them drop. They fell with a thud back onto the bed. He kissed my belly. "Go to sleep, baby." I felt him tremble before he got up and walked to the door. When he turned for one last look I saw his bathrobe tenting out at the crotch. It took me a long time to fall asleep that night. In the morning he went to the mailbox for the newspaper. In the kitchen, in his bathrobe, he kissed my forehead. "Morning, Tommy. Sleep well?" I did something I'd never done before, I reached inside the front opening of his robe and hugged him around his waist. "It took me a long time to fall asleep." I said. "Then I had a nice dream." I smiled up at him. "I dreamt of you, daddy, a really good one. But I woke up before I wanted to. That made me sad." Since it was Saturday and hot we decided to go swimming. Dad was a good swimmer, and in the pool he showed me what I was doing wrong with my strokes. He supported me with one hand against my chest and the other just below my belly button. I wanted him to go lower and pushed his hand, but he was interested in getting my timing right. I was breathing all wrong, he said. In the showers before going home he soaped up my head. Since we were alone in the stall I asked, "Can we wash each other, like when I was little?" Dad grinned and started washing my back. I raised my arms and he did my pits, then I turned around. He did my chest and belly until I turned sideways. He didn't know what I wanted so I spread my legs and pushed his hands into my crotch and the crack of my ass. "Tommy." He said. "Someone might see us." "Then I'll turn my back to them." Dad looked down and saw my semi-hard-on, too heavy to stand up straight but plenty willing. I rubbed his hands over it. We were both panting. He ran one hand between my balls and thighs while his other washed the crack of my ass, plucking tenderly at the hole. I watched his cock grow. Then he turned the shower onto cold. I laughed and jumped away while he stood under the icy water. "Can I do you now, dad?" "Tommy." Dad sounded like he was in pain, then he turned around. I panted in pure delight when I saw him. He had almost no hair on his body and had shaved his pubic area. His cock was good and pulpy, and I reached out to touch him, but he took both my hands in his. "We should go, Tom." He stepped over to his towel and began drying off, and we talked about other stuff until we got home. Before getting out of the car I turned and said, "I love you daddy. More than anyone in the whole world. I want you to love me too." "You know I do, Tommy. More than you imagine." I leaned over and kissed him right on the lips. "I know how much, daddy. I know. I have dreams, and they're the best dreams ever. I hope I have more." After dinner he went to his study and I read in the living room. "I'm going to bed, dad." I said after a couple of hours. "Sweet dream, Tom boy." He called from the study. "I hope so." I said. I waited, hoping. After an hour I saw him standing in the doorway to my room. He wore just his pajama bottoms and looked like a god. I turned toward him, pretending to be asleep. He sat on the edge of my bed and kissed my shoulder. I whimpered, I wanted him to kiss my lips. He pulled the sheet slowly down, just enough to see I was naked. I could hear him pant, smell his scent. I wanted to turn and embrace him but was frightened he might leave. I waited. His nose ran down my side, then kissed my hip. He slid a hand gently between my thighs. I moaned and fell over onto my back, bending one knee to give him all the room he wanted. I felt his stubbled cheek scratch lightly against my lower belly until he turned his head and his nose poked against the base of my cock. He breathed in deeply, smelling me. I was so frightened he might stop that I wasn't even hard, just good and pulpy, and dripping. I wanted so much to reach down and put my cock in his mouth but I lay perfectly still. Waiting. He lifted my testicles again and bent closer. I could feel his breath warm my balls, his lips kiss one, then the other. Then he held my stiffening cock to his lips and licked the fluid that dripped out. A shock wave that went through us. He trembled; so did I. "Sleep well, my beautiful son." He sat up to go, but I held the back of his head. He jerked away. "Tommy, what --" "Suck it. Suck it, Dad." I could hear him pant as I grabbed my shaft, stroked up the ten inches to the head where I smeared the juice over the ripe glans. Dad stared, hypnotized by the glistening lobes, until I gently pushed his head, and his mouth covered my prick head with a hot sigh of delight. Then he picked up my balls by the scrotum, stretching them until they were at the base of my shaft. He licked his way down and sucked in one testicle, then the other, then tried both at once, but they were too big. I jerked in pain. "Oh, baby. Sorry." He spat into his hand and massaged the spit around my asshole as he went back to gagging on my cock. Then he slipped a finger into me. I nearly went crazy with joy. No one had ever done that before, and I loved it. I held his head and slowly pumped, learning just how far I could throat him before he gagged too much, while he slipped another finger into my ass, and then another. The more he fingered me the more I squirmed on him. "Daddy, turn around. I want to suck you too. Please." Dad jumped over me and landed head to toe. We sucked each other's cocks, in sheer bliss. Then dad lifted my leg and dug into my butt with his tongue. "Oh, dad. That feels so good." I forgot everything and just held his head to my ass, my hole responding to his probing. "Tommy." Dad whispered. "I want to fuck you. I want to put my cock up your ass." Dad's cock was almost as big as mine. A thick almost nine inches. "Will it go in?" I asked in doubt. "Yes, baby. I'll take some time. And it always burns at first, but we got all night, if you want to." Dad's finger and tongue had turned me on so much I said, "OK. How do we do it?" Dad rolled mo onto my back. "Hold up your legs." I pulled my knees up to my armpits, and dad pushed a pillow under my hips. Then he went back to tonguing me. "What a beautiful pink hole my Tommy has. Open up, baby. Let daddy in there. Push over me." When I felt dad's tongue fill my hole I grabbed his head and pulled him to me, wanting him deeper and deeper. I squirmed on his face and panted for him. Dad came up for air and kissed me, and I tasted for the first time the scent of man sex. I licked his face all over as two fingers filled my anus with the most wonderful sensation. He went to his room for some oil and came back greasing up his dripping cock. It glistened like the most beautiful monument I'd ever seen. Then he knelt below me and swiped his greasy cock head over my pucker. "Open up, baby." He stared down at my hole, then looked at me. "Open your hole for me, Tommy. Push down over me." Our eyes were locked as he held his shaft at my pucker. I waited panting. "Put it in, Daddy." I begged. "No, baby. If you want it, come get it." I squirmed toward him. He held himself firmly at my hole, like a spongy lemon on a stick. I pushed over him, bit by bit, never losing eye contact. I gasped when he slipped in, then pushed him out when my ass tightened and burned like hell. He smiled and swiped his glans back and forth over my tightened hole. Then he raised my hips until my asshole pointed to the ceiling and tongued me open again. I was in heaven again. "Let me down, Daddy." I panted. He held his cock at my pucker again. This time I slid slowly over him, pushing him back every time my butt tightened. "Kiss my cock with your ass lips, Tommy. Make love to me." He never took his eyes off mine. That was all I needed. I loved him so much and wanted him so bad that I slid the spongy, dripping glans that covered his rock hard shaft back and forth over and over my hole until I could feel my anus accept him, my frightened hole relax enough to let him in. My whole being tingled when I sank half way down his shaft, burning with joy. He leaned down and kissed me, plunging the last five inches into me. I gasped. "Tommy?" His voice was urgent. "Don't move. Don't take it out. Oh. Daddy." I panted. "Daddy, I can feel your balls touching my ass." I reached under me and smeared them against me. Then I began gyrating sideways, exploring the tightness of my hole, how his huge shaft impaled me, dominated me, needed me, how I needed it. I needed him in me so bad. Dad grabbed my cock, stroked it up to the head and smeared my juice over me. "Tommy, you're so big." He looked down at me, so proud, then curled down and suck the tip into his mouth. "Such a huge mouthful. My boy. My big cock boy." "Don't, Daddy. I'll come. I'm too hot." He grinned, then kissed me, grinding himself into me. "Tommy likes that, doesn't he?" He licked my ear. "Bunny likes Daddy'y fat dick up his ass. Hmm?" "Oh, Daddy." I responded by pushing back against him, then pulling my ass cheeks apart for him, opening my whole body to him, becoming a channel to pleasure his organ. He pumped me a few times long and deep. "Daddy." I pulled my ass open even more. "I love you, Daddy." I tried to pull him deeper into me, but he held his weight on my thighs and began slowly bouncing into my succulent hole. I gave my anus to him, stretched tenderly by his giant shaft. The thick sword of fire slowly became the key that unlocked unimaginable pleasure in me, the staff of a new life that found pleasure deep inside me and gave me more joy than I ever thought of. My mouth fell open and I started drooling. He leaned down and licked the drool off my cheek, plowing me deep. "Tommy's butt is getting nice and loose, so warm and slippery. Does Bunny want Daddy to give him a really good fuck?" "Uh huh." I gasped. "Whatever you want, Daddy." He grabbed the shaft of my cock. "Not the head, Daddy. I'll come. You're getting me so close. I like you in there so much." "Oh, Bunny's ass is so hot." He grabbed the base of my shaft and milked me slowly. "Tommy's big, fat dick is so hot too." He whispered into my ear and slammed my ass, his balls slapping against me. "Tommy likes getting fucked, doesn't he?" I panted and nodded half delirious. Daddy slammed me again. "Huh? Tell Daddy you like it." "Oh, Daddy. Don't stop. I love you in me. I want you in my ass every day. You feel so good. You're going to make me come fucking me." "I'm going to come in you, Tommy. I'm going to ride you to the end now. OK?" I nodded. Dad panted, pulled my legs over his shoulders and began deep dicking me. Slowly at first, he pumped long deep strokes into me that went in all directions as if he wanted to discover every part of me. And then faster and faster until I thought of wild horses stampeding, bulls charging, bull elephants cocks tearing into me, stuffing me. Harder and faster he jerked, pushing us up the bed until my head hit the wall, and still he pounded me, pulling me off the wall, always pounding. My whole body opened to him, my whole world rode on the cock pumping me full of pleasure. I cried out in ecstasy as the first jolt of sperm shot into me. He snorted like a bull and flooded my ass. When I felt it course over my anus and fill me I screamed, "Daddy!" and shot off a geyser. Cum flew everywhere, onto the wall, into my hair, over my face. He pumped like a wild man. My anus and stomach contracted and I shot off like never before. I wanted it to last forever, waves of sperm shooting into me, dad's seed turning me on fire, his grunting, my own cum flying over me, dripping off dad's chin. And always the thrust of his pelvic bone hitting my ass, his thighs and balls slapping me. The monster between his legs bored into me, controlled us both, pleasured us both, united us in the ecstasy it took filling me with its sweet nectar and him with joy. "Hmm, hmm, hmm." He sighed as the fierce pumping and shooting slowly abated, replaced with a firm grinding as the head of the giant organ sought out every fold in my bowel, searching everywhere up my ass for more pleasure. When our eyes met I spread my cheeks wider. He rewarded me with deeper grinding, his shaft sliding lovingly over my loose hole, its sensitive head searching me, giving me more pleasure now than it found but still it searched, now for more pleasure it could give me. Then he started licking me, first the drool that had dribbled out of my mouth, then the sperm off my face. Then I reached up with my tongue and caught the string of cum that dripped off his chin, and licked down his neck. Our kiss was sticky. He rolled us over, him on his back, me stuck to his chest by my sperm. I spread my cheeks. He dug in deep. I sat up and grabbed his balls, swiped them over my raw butt lips, tried to push one inside me, then collapsed back onto his chest, frustrated. He stroked my sperm filled hair. "Are you all right, Bunny?" He hadn't called me Bunny since I was a baby. I didn't like it when I got older, but now I loved it. I loved him more that ever before, him inside me, giving him pleasure and getting more than I gave. "Can we do it again, Daddy? Please?" "Oh, Bunny. I only ever dreamed of this. Turn around." When I did he slid to the edge of the bed, put his feet on the floor and held me under the thighs. "Hold my neck." He said and stood up. At the full length mirror, "Hold your balls up, Bunny." When I did I could see his shaft disappear into my pink hole. My cock, still swollen and stiff bobbed to and fro as he raised and lowered me, exposing and then burying himself in my grateful body. When our eyes met we both knew it was the most wonderful thing we'd ever done. I strained around to kiss him. "Dad? Can we do it again?" "Mm hmm." He sighed. "Any time you want." "Tomorrow?" Dad laughed. "You want to wear your old dad out?" I knew I was born when dad was twenty-five so he was now thirty-five, and everyone said how young he looked. "I just want to make you happy, Daddy. And that was the best thing that ever happened to me." "Bunny." Dad pumped me with his softening cock. "Whatever you want." And we got into a routine. A couple times a week until Christmas holidays were over. More to follow... And... NIFTY NEEDS YOUR FINANCIAL SUPPORT. PLEASE FIND THE LINK AT THE TOP OF THE NIFTY HOME PAGE TO LEARN HOW TO CONTRIBUTE. 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