Date: Tue, 12 Mar 2019 19:35:06 +0100
From: JG
Subject: Daddy-Son Fuck Club #9

It was late. About 1 am on a Sunday morning. The well-used club wreaked of
sex. Piss, cum, ass, sweat and man scent hung heavily in the humid
summertime air.

Over in a dark corner, two shadowy figures, one about three times the size
of the other, were still going at it.  Illuminated by a bare bulb hanging
nearby and a shaft of moonlight, Pete could barely see Steven's white face,
his chin framed by his Dad's large, hairy dark hand.  Rex was really giving
it to his boy, who seemed to be enjoying the brutal pounding, judging from
the almost constant high pitch whine he was making and the chant of "fuck
me, Daddy" coming from his mouth.

If he watched long enough and stroked his own cock, Pete was sure he could
get another hard on.  It would be his, well, who knows how many that night?
Truth was, he had lost count.  But he knew his own son, Evan, was tired and
had asked to leave.  The boy was slumped by the door, hastily dressed, full
of daddy cum at both ends, and no doubt leaking some of it from his
asshole.

Rex made it habit to pound Steven hard at the end of the night when they
visited the club. The little 13-year-old sometimes felt insecure when his
Daddy played with other boys. Fucking him harder than he had anyone was fun
for his Dad and a way of reassuring the boy.  Pete had made watching the
pair a nightly ritual, staying even when it wasn't his turn to close up.
Evan liked to watch, too, since Steven was so small and frail and Rex was a
hairy, beast of a man with broad shoulders, pecks the size of two frying
pans and a thick, meaty six-inch cock with fat, low hanging balls.

Sometimes Rex would pull out, spin Steven around quickly and pump a thick
load of cum into his son's willing mouth.  Not caring a whit that the cock
had just been in his ass, Steven would lick every trace of cum off the head
and then plunge it down his throat like a greedy whore.  Other times, Rex
would pump cum into his boy's butt, filling it completely despite the fact
that he had shot off several times before in the same evening.

"Nothing like your home pussy," he'd say with a laugh as he pulled out,
plugged the boy's anus with his thumb and turned him so whoever was
watching could watch a thick glob of man goo ooze out of the tiny lad's
swollen, pink sphincter.

Tonight's fuck was going longer than usual, but Pete didn't mind. In many
places, what was taking place between Rex and Steven was the essence of the
Father Son Fuck Club, a place where boys could get the proper loving from
their Dads and where horny daddies could use tight, young holes.  This pair
was ideally matched. The contrast was an awesome sight and despite his
intentions otherwise, Pete's cock was starting to spring to life again,
letting him know just how sexy this scene was.

Rex had Steven doggie style on the old bed.  The springs screeched and the
wooden frame groaned as he pounded his boy, burying his fat dick with every
stretch in between the two hairless mounds of flesh.  He grabbed Steven's
soft, blonde hair and pulled his head back.  Steven gasped, but smiled like
the slut he is, loving the fact that daddy was taking even more control.

"Fuck yeah, boy! Take my cock!" Rex bellowed.

"uhh,nnnn....mmm....oooh...." was all Steven could say.

Then Rex went into a sort of hyper fuck mode. The bed springs screeched in
a faster rhythm, maybe twice as fast as before.  Pete knew Rex was about to
blow his load.

"You're gonna get my nut boy, the cum that made this fine little ass!" Rex
said.  And then he screamed "fuck" loudly and so long Pete wasn't sure it
was ever gonna end.  The hot Daddy arched his back and pulled Steven to his
hips, burying his bone to the hilt in the boy as he came.

"Fuck yeah," Pete said quietly as he stroked his now rock-hard cock.

Rex panted, Steven collapsed forward.

"Get your ass up, son. I wanna show off my handiwork!"

Steven complied, willing his aching hips upward so his hind in was pointing
up in the air, but the rest of his exhausted frame laid flat on the
mattress. He was spent.

Rex fished around and found his cell phone. He turned on its flashlight and
spread Steven's hot, red hole with his fingers.

"Looky there...a whole lot of Daddy cum oozing out. Not just mine
but...hell, how many times you get fucked tonight boy?"

"Seven," Steven said. "Before you," he added.

"Hell yes! Eight loads of cum in my little boy's butt. Good job, son. Push
some out for Daddy."

Steven complied, pushing out a few giant globs of white goo from his hot
little asshole.  As the river of semen was pouring out of him, Rex turned
off the flashlight and started taking pictures with the flash setting of
his phone's camera.

"Fuck I want one of those!" Pete said. "Send one to me?"

"Sure, pal. Hey, you're hard again, wanna get off in my son's ass to finish
off the evening?"

Pete thought about it, then remembered how tired Evan was, and how good his
own boy's mouth and juicy cum soaked ass might feel as soon as he got him
home. There was something special about that last fuck of the night with
his son he didn't want to miss.  Rex and Steven had their tradition, he
guessed that he and Evan had their own.

"Nah, man, I am good. Just edging a little.  I need to get my boy home," he
told Rex.

After that, Rex helped Steven find his clothes and dress.  Pete grabbed a
hose from the spicket in the back and hosed off the main floor, washing who
knows how much piss and cum down the drain.  As they hit the lights and
closed the door behind them, the place smelled a little better but the
scent of man-boy love was still everywhere.

Up the trail through the woods to their trucks, Pete helped an almost
comatose Evan into his passenger side while Rex practically carried Steven
to his own truck.  The two men hugged and kissed each other goodbye and
each headed for home.

Evan slept through the bumpy ride down the country lane, and the rest of
the trip home, too.  He only woke up when Pete pulled in by the barn and
the dawn-to-dusk light shined into his eyes.

"We're already home?" Evan said sleepily.

"Yeah, son. You gonna make it in on your own? I don't think I can carry you
anymore like I used to."

Evan smiled. He remembered how just a couple of years ago after long nights
fucking at the club how his Daddy would tenderly carry him in, still
asleep. He'd wake up in his bed or his father's the next morning, not
remembering a thing.

Evan was carrying his shoes and going barefoot into the house. The cold,
dewy wet grass shocked him awake a little.  He paused and looked around the
farm and noticed how eerily beautiful the house, the trees, barn, fence
line and pasture looked in the pale moonlight.

"Beautiful, ain't it?" Pete said.

Just then Evan heard the unmistakable sound of hot piss hitting the gravel
driveway. His dad was standing there, cock out and smiling as he relieved
himself.

"It is, Daddy," Evan said.  He watched his dad piss as he had a thousand
times.  Sometimes lately he'd instantly get on his knees to sample the
stream from the older man's cock.  When they were in the shower or at the
club, Evan loved to bathe in the hot, salty urine. Tonight, he just watched
him piss, thankful that this sexy man was his Dad and that he could have
him whenever he wanted.

Inside the house, Evan stripped off and hit the shower. Pete was right
behind him. The steam from the hot water mixed with the scent of their
sex-laden, sweaty bodies and gave them one last olfactory reminder of what
they had been doing.

Pete grabbed some gentle liquid soap and lathered Evan up as he had done
since he was a baby. His big hands explored the teen's developing body, and
he noticed how Evan was filling out like a man.  His pecks were firming up
and swelling from his weightlifting sessions in the barn.  His biceps had a
nice round curve, and as he lifted his arms, the hair patches were darker
and thicker than ever matching the bush around his fat little cock.

Evan's bubble butt was a delight to fuck, of course, but there in the
shower, it was awesome to caress and touch with his soapy hand.  The boy
bent forward and let Pete gently scrub his sore pussy hole.

"ooh, Daddy...I am sore back here...be careful," he said.

"I will, son, but this will make it feel better in the morning," Pete
answered.

Evan knew his dad was right.  As he let the manly fingers invade him, he
winced from the pain but tried to relax and open up one last time for the
night.  In seconds, Pete had two fingers into the boy up to the knuckle and
Evan felt the pain subside and the pleasure kick in.  Then Pete withdrew
his hand and reached up for the showerhead. He turned it to a jet stream
and washed out his boy's hole.

After their shower, the father and son climbed naked into Pete's big bed.
Evan loved how it always smelled like Daddy.  He snuggled up next to Pete
and started thinking about all the fun he had enjoyed that evening,
recalling every sex act and load shot inside him.

Pete's phone flashed and dinged, a new message was coming in from Rex. It
was the photo he asked for earlier that evening.  He saw Steven's tight,
but well used boy hole all swollen and red with a huge wad of man goo
oozing out.  Rex even sent a selfie he had taken with his face next to his
son's ass, a smiling proud papa moment.

Pete gently tugged at his foreskin and thought about Steven getting his
little hole pounded by his beefy, manly dad.  In a minute or two, his
erection was standing straight up.

"Daddy!" Evan said. "After all you did tonight, and you're hard again?"

"Yeah, boy. I can't help it.  Your sexy ass got me going again," Pete said,
knowing he was lying about what had mostly aroused him.

"I'll just jack it, though. I know you are tired," he said, reaching for
some lube.

"Fuck no, Daddy. I wanna suck you off," Evan said shifting between his
father's legs.  Then, as he had countless times, Evan began making love to
his father's huge cock.  He knew every inch of it like it was his own.  He
loved to start by licking all up and down the shaft and around the
head. Then he would suck on his daddy's low hanging balls, savoring their
musky taste. Then back up to the head, which he would begin to work down
his throat.

Pete loved deep throat blowjobs and had been patient with Evan since he was
a young boy in learning the technique.  Now at 14, Evan was a cock
swallowing master.  He had defeated his own gag reflex and could easily
throat a cock as long as nine inches right down to the pubes.  His daddy's
meat was only about seven, but rather thick.  Still, Evan had no problem
getting Pete's tool down and enjoying the man's groans and moans of
pleasure.

As always, but maybe a little sooner than usual, Pete started flowing
pre-cum.  Evan savored every drop as he worked his Daddy's love muscle,
squeezing it from base to tip to make more and more clear, salty-sweet
liquid ooze out for him to lap up.

Pete put his hand on the back of his son's head as he had done for years,
ever since that first time he got him to suck his cock when he was just
about nine.  He still remembered how cute he looked with a stream of thick,
white daddy cum oozing from the corners of his smiling mouth.  Evan loved
sucking cock then, and he loved it even more now.

Pete didn't last long as Evan plied his trade. The boy was damn good at
providing oral pleasure and had plenty of practice on men and boys at the
club and elsewhere.  Pete raised his hips off the mattress and let himself
go, pumping a surprisingly large amount of pure cream out of his balls and
into his son's willing mouth.

Evan swallowed hard, wanting every drop of the stuff that had made him down
his stomach. He slurped and squeezed until the cum was all gone.

"Mmm, Daddy, your cum tastes so good," he boy said, lookup up as he kissed
the shaft and licked his old man's balls.

"Good boy," Pete said.

He let Evan enjoy his drained cock a few more minutes, then pulled him up
for a kiss.  Evan's own six-inch tool was rock hard.  Pete didn't want to
leave the boy that way, so he pulled him up to sit on his chest, then he
engulfed his son's tool in his mouth and sucked him hard.  Evan grasped. He
didn't expect this, but it was welcomed.  He felt odd doing it at first,
but Pete's hands on ass cheeks encouraged him, so Evan began humping his
daddy's mouth, fucking it like a pussy.

In seconds he was arching his back, lost in the effort. It felt so damn
good.  He loved when other boys blew him at the club, but a daddy, his own
daddy, submitting to the act was somehow hotter.  He also loved how Pete
was kneading his ass, consuming his cock greedily.  It was so damned sexy
that in minutes, Evan was exploding in his father's mouth.

Pete was no stranger to swallowing cum but is son's load caught him by
surprise. There was so much, and it came so fast that it filled his mouth
and ran out, even into one of his ears.  He swallowed hard, pulled the boy
off of him and wiped as much cum off his neck with his fingers as he could,
then he fed some to Evan, who licked it up like a puppy.  "Boy that was a
hell of a load!" Pete said.  The two laughed and cuddled with each other.

"Love you, Daddy!" Evan said.

"Love you too, sweetie. Good night!" Pete answered.

As he lay there in the moonlit stillness of the moment, he thought about
how fast Evan was growing up.  He'd already topped a few of the younger
boys.

"Someday," he thought, "I may let him top me."

Pete wondered what that would be like and tried to imagine Evan on top of
him. Then his thoughts drifted to other young studs coming up in the
club. There were dozens of them. Strapping, young farm boys with muscles
and man hair popping out all over.  Many of them he had fucked as
boys. Now, blossoming into manhood, some of them would naturally evolve
into powerful tops.

He closed his eyes and drifted as he pictures some of those hot boys
pounding his ass, and other daddies at the club, too.  It was something he
was open to, but kind of new territory for Pete, who had always been a top.

After hours of dreamless sleep, Evan woke up to the bright sunshine pouring
through the window.  Pete had been up for a while, and Evan smelled bacon
frying from the kitchen.  He threw on a pair of nylon shorts and headed in
to join his dad.

"Morning, my man," Pete said, setting a full plate in front of his son.

"Morning, Dad!"  Evan shot back.

They had the usual morning chat, about how well they slept, and the fun at
the club the night before. Then Pete's gaze narrowed and he looked at his
son.

"Evan, do you ever think about topping an older guy like me?" Pete asked.

Evan paused, wiped his mouth and looked thoughtfully at his father's face.
If his old man was asking to get fucked, he'd be more than happy to do the
honors. If he was just asking about the boy's changeable, evolving sexual
predilections, well, that was a matter for more thought.  He took a sip of
his orange juice, shrugged his shoulders and then attempted to answer the
question.

"I guess that depends on why you are asking me?" Evan said.

"I mean, if you want me to try it with you, hell yeah, I would in a
heartbeat, Daddy. Anything we can do to get each other off is going to be
fun.  And since we've never done that, it's pretty hot to think about,"
Evan reasoned.

"Well, yeah, we can do it, I knew that," Pete said. "But it seems like you,
well not just you, a lot of the boys at the club, start to get a little
more aggressive as time goes on.  They wanna top more, starting with the
youngers.  And then if it's the same as when I came up, start with some of
the daddies."

Pete explained that many of the daddies, perhaps like Rex, would never want
to bottom for anyone, even their own sons.

"I can't see Steven ever topping or Rex ever bottoming," Evan said with a
laugh.

"No, but I could see Mark Smithcoat topping, maybe even Rex if the old stud
would let him," Pete said.

Evan thought about it.  His dad was right. Mark, was 17 and now over
6'2. He was muscled and starting to be pretty hairy and masculine. He'd
fucked almost all the younger boys, including Evan with his steel-like
straight 7" cock.  He also liked girls, and was known at school as quite
the Romeo, the kind of teen age jock stud who could get any girl in the
back seat on a Friday night, and usually did.

"I could see Mark fucking about anyone," Evan said.

A bit later after dishes were all dried and put away, Pete decided to work
out a little in the barn and Evan joined him.  Then Pete hit the outdoor
shower as Evan went into play some computer games.  The barn shower had a
nice little douche hook up Evan used a lot in the summer months to clean
out before going to the club or when his daddy wanted a little ass.  Pete
saw it, and decided to give it a try. It had been years since he prepped
his hole for anal.

The warm water did its thing and Pete did too, squatting over the drain.
Then he lathered up and got himself squeaky clean inside and out.  As he
strode across the lawn into the house, he felt lighter and freer than he
had in years.

Evan sat in the living room mesmerized by the game. Pete let him play for
another half hour and then stared dropping hints that maybe the pair could
head back to bed.

"So, uh, you wanna play some of our games together?"  Pete asked.

"Huh? You don't like computer games, Dad" Evan said.  Catching himself, he
then looked at his dad, who was rubbing his thickening cock through his
towel.  Evan paused the game and crawled over to his dad.  He undid the
towel and started kissing and licking his father's cock like he had done
the night before.

This time, though, Pete stopped him. He pulled the boy up to his feet and
jerked his shorts to the floor.  The cock play had been just enough to make
Evan a little hard.  Pete slurped and licked his son's cock until it was
standing straight up, almost parallel to his flat stomach.  Evan removed
his shirt and felt so powerful and manly standing there with the older man
licking his cock and balls.

Then Pete stood up, put his knees in the chair where his ass had been and
bared his raw ass for the boy.  Evan had seen his Dad's butt plenty of
times, but exposed and offered up like that, he saw it in a whole new
light.  He instantly was drawn to it and wanted to taste it.

He began with small, puppy like licks around the hairy perimeter.  The
coarse fur lining of Pete's ass crack felt strange and new to the boy's
tongue, but he liked the sensation.  So, he kept licking.  It was obvious
that Pete's hairy hole was fresh and clean, and Evan caught on that the old
man had just used the barn shower.  Evan spread his Daddy's cheeks and
watch the pucker open wider, inviting his tongue, then his fingers inside.

Pete groaned as Evan worked his ass, using the same techniques he had used
on him time and time again.  Evan spit in his hole, worked two then three
fingers into his Dad's ass.  Then he began rubbing the tip of his hard cock
into the wet, pink center, pressing a little at time.  Pete had secured the
lube from the bedside table, which made it easy for him to hand it to his
son. After lubing up, the teasing with Evan's cock resumed, and this time,
the boy let himself fully penetrate his dad.

The sensation was wonderful.  Pete's grown man butt was blazing hot, juicy
and tight.  The coarse hairs on his crack and his well-developed outer
sphincter muscle felt so good around the boy's hard cock.  Pete couldn't
believe how hard Evan was and he listened closely as Evan grunted and
groaned at the pleasure he was getting from the deep fuck.

There they were, father and son, doing the one sex act they had never done
before. For Pete, it was a powerful moment.  His son was a man.  For Evan,
it was a threshold experience. He knew he would bottom again, and even for
his dad and other men, but somehow from this day on, he would top more and
more.

The tight, hairy hole and Pete's gentle squeezing of his son's cock within
him had Evan on edge after just a few minutes.  When he came, blasting
Pete's ass with his spunk, Evan sighed loudly. Pete closed his eyes and
enjoyed the warm sensation of fresh cum in ass.  The two stayed there,
locked in the same position for several long minutes.  Both enjoying the
moment and not wanting it to end.