Date: Sat, 25 Aug 2018 13:40:32 -0400
From: J Wize <jaywizetoo@gmail.com>
Subject: Dad's Big Dick 6

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The encounter with Mr. Hammond had stuck with me for a few days. If it had
not been clear before that night, it was settling in now; Dad didn't really
give a damn about me personally. His interested in me was sexual and, I was
willing to bet, potentially financial.

We didn't speak, for the most part. And it didn't help that Grandpa Jake
was visiting again. His trips to our house had become more and more
frequent since that last Christmas. But he normally kept to himself, when
he wasn't grabbing my ass in the kitchen as we passed each other, or
sneaking in and out of my room at night when the mood took him.

That disgusting sneer on Dad's face when we ran into each other was getting
on my nerves. He knew I'd been well and truly used on Hammond's back
deck. He also knew that I had loved every second of it, and that I'd been
overwhelmed with shame and loathing afterward.

I think it was that knowledge of my weaknesses and buttons that angered me
so much. No matter how hard I tried, he always seemed to have the upper
hand, and the final say.

So I went about my business, seething even as I masturbated every night to
the memory of Dad's cock down my throat as our large neighbor had bred my
tight ass.

As a result, my sleep patterns were off. I would wake up at odd hours,
consumed by lust for no apparent reason, sometimes walking out to the
kitchen to jack off, or wandering around outside in nothing but a pair of
sneakers, scared and exhilarated at the thought of being caught in a
compromising position by the police, or by some outraged neighbor.

Tonight, those feelings had been unusually intense. The sensation of
walking nude outside in the cool air had me rock hard. My cock led the way
as I moved from shadow to shadow. I looked through windows, watching
neighbors go about their nightly routines. I watched people fighting,
cuddling, yelling at the television, fixing late night snacks in the
kitchen, even jacking off.

Something about watching some young guy stroking to porn through a window
just a few feet from me sent shivers of lust down my spine. I watched the
guy (more like a boy, I guess; maybe fifteen years of age) tense up and
blast a load all over his smooth, lean belly, chest and face. Only teens
had that sort of power, I thought.

Either that or he had been edging himself for hours. He'd stood up,
heedless of the creamy semen running in rivulets down his body, used a
remote control to turn off the television, then walked into another room,
apparently sated.

I had made a mental note to visit this place again soon, even if he had
only been watching a woman with big tits pleasuring herself. There was no
accounting for taste, I thought, but it would be fun to watch.

With each foray outside, I grew more and more adventurous, venturing
further and further from my house and thereby increasing the rush and
thrill, along with the risk.

This evening I wandered four blocks away from my back door, pausing now and
then to lean against a tree, or the side of someone's garage, to stroke my
throbbing cock, bringing myself to the edge of orgasm again and again.

At one point, feeling especially bold, I actually stood under a street
light close to a copse of trees lining a small park that contained nothing
but a few picnic tables and a swing set.

There were no cars about, at least none I could hear over the singing of
crickets and the dulcet tones of night birds. With each passing second, I
became more aware of my exposure and my thrill increased. The excitement
nearly sent me over the edge, without even touching myself.

Suddenly I saw the flash of bright headlights, and my blood froze in my
veins. I dove for the cover of the trees, and cowered behind a large trunk
just as a slow-moving car idled past.

I heard the sharp crackle of static, then the hum of chatter over a radio,
and I realized the car was a police cruiser.

Fuck.

The bright beam of a flashlight illuminated the tree that concealed
me. Silently, I prayed that it was enough to hide my completely. The light
moved, then, shining against several other large trunks, and on the grass
and leaves between them.

My heart beat wildly for what seemed like an eternity, but at last the
cruiser's engine gunned and the officer (officers?) pulled away.

I made it home in record time, still coming down from the adrenaline high,
and eased the sliding glass door shut behind me. Only then did I let out a
long breath. As I tiptoed down the hallway toward my bedroom, I passed
dad's room.

And stopped dead in my tracks.

Dad's door was cracked open a few inches, and the small lamp on his dresser
(barely enough light to illuminate the room) was lit, casting a weak golden
glow over one of the most erotic sights I have ever witnessed.

He was lying face down on the bed, on top of the blankets, devoid of even
the barest shred of clothing, his arms and legs spread wide toward the four
corners of the bed. His muscled legs and back flexed, and I could see that
strong-looking black cords encircled his wrists and ankles, anchoring him
firmly to the bed's frame.

I blinked. I had never seen dad in a position even remotely similar to this
before. He had always been in a position of dominance, authority. I fought
a wave of anger and revulsion, even as my cock betrayed me and sprang to
life at the sight.

Even from this distance, I could smell alcohol in the room. He was
obviously drunk. He was awake, but just barely, from what I could see. He
mumbled something into his pillow, and then a shadow fell over his prone
form.

As I watched, the hulking body of Grandpa Jake came into view. He, too, was
naked, but unlike dad, he was unbound. Fully nude, he was an impressive
sight. His huge cock and balls bulged out in front of him as he stared down
at his son's exposed body. I could see that his massive meat was heavily
greased and bobbing heavily as he stood there.

He moved forward, climbing onto the bed, and straddled dad's hips, the
smooth, spread-open ass dwarfed by Grandpa Jake's massive thighs and
buttocks. I couldn't believe what I was about to watch. My grandfather was
about to ass-rape his own tied-up, intoxicated son. I didn't know if dad
was even a willing partner, given his condition. He didn't seem aware of
the big man above him.

From this angle, I couldn't see much beyond Grandpa Jake's profile; his
bulging belly and powerful arms. His ass cheeks flexed and dad moaned. I
noticed then that dad appeared to be gagged, though only lightly. I knew
then that Grandpa Jake had entered dad's ass. I watched as the
silver-furred hips pushed and wiggled as the older man guided his
throbbing, monster dong up into dad's guts without pausing.

Dad squirmed too, but it was clear that he wasn't going anywhere. In
seconds, Grandpa had dad completely pinned beneath his hulking body.

My cock was leaking into my hand at the sight. I knew I should stop this,
but some part of me understood that he deserved this; and very likely would
have wanted it, if he'd been sober enough to make a rational decision.

Grandpa Jake's hips began pumping hard, the strokes long and
forceful. There was no tenderness, no romance. This was pure, animalistic
rutting.

Both men were grunting; dad from each slapping impact of Grandpa's groin on
his upturned ass, and Grandpa with the pleasure and exertion of each
powerful drive of that swollen bull cock into his boy's stretched hole.

Wet sounds emanated from their union as the old man's heavily lubed cock
battered dad's insides.

The entire fuck lasted just a few minutes. Grandpa Jake tensed, grunted,
bellowed as he planted every drop of his incestuous seed in dad's hole,
punctuating each gushing spurt with a jerk of his hips. When it seemed his
balls were drained, he was still for a time, allowing himself to come down
from the high. Dad made a soft groaning sound as grandpa hauled his
softening meat out of its hiding place, and straightened up on his
haunches.

"Boy. Get in here," he commanded.

I froze, unsure of how to react.

"I know you're fuckin' there, kid. You're been breathing like a plow ox for
the last five minutes. Now get the fuck in here."

I did as I was told, entering the room and approaching the bed. Dad didn't
seem to know I was here. Jesus, he must have been completely plastered.

Grandpa Jake leered at m, his eyes roaming my naked body and noting the
black sneakers.

"Been out, I see," he nodded, "Good. Gave me some quality time with my
son."

He got up off the bed and stood beside me, reaching over to wrap his huge
paw around my rock-hard cock.

"Look at `im," Grandpa said, "Pretty sexy, ain't he?"

I shrugged. "Maybe. But he's still an asshole."

Grandpa Jake grinned. "What's your point? Doesn't stop you from kneeling
for him whenever he so much as twitches his little finger, does it?"

I smirked. "True."

"So," he said. I looked at him. "Now's your chance, kid. Get on the bed and
do him."

I stared. "What?"

"Fuck his ass. Breed your daddy, boy. I got him ready for ya, so do
it. Take his butt while he's where you want him. He'll never know."

A big paw on my back nudged me toward the bed. My cock was so hard it
hurt. My head swam with lust and adrenaline. I knew it would be wrong on so
many levels, but part of me felt a delicious, malicious glee at the thought
of putting the colossal prick in his place for once.

I climbed onto the bed as Grandpa watched, fisting his own tumescent cock
as he did.

Straddling dad's ass, I lined up with his hole. It was red and oozing
Grandpa's giant cumload.

"Do it, kid. Slide that cock into your daddy, baby." Grandpa's voice was
low and husky with perverted lust.

I pushed gently, closing my eyes as I felt the ring of dad's anus grip the
head of my cock.

"Oh fuuuuuck," I breathed, "Holy fuck..."

I sunk into him to the hilt. His insides were slippery from all of that
potent semen sloshing around, and steaming hot, the velvety walls hugging
my swollen boyhood.

I eased myself in and out in a slow, deliberate buggering rhythm. The
sensations were amazing. So different from my hand, and a far cry from
feeling another cock inside me, as it had been for these past months. I was
actually fucking my own father. Breeding my own flesh and blood. The sense
of power was intoxicating. Now I began to understand the pleasure dad took
in using me every night.

"Good boy," Grandpa Jake growled. "Fuck that ass. Harder, kid."

I became bolder as I found my stride, plunging in and out of dad and
leaning forward to support myself on my arms, my hips driving into the
muscular cheeks. My lips touched the deep cleft in his upper back and I
tasted the salt of his skin with my tongue.

Grandpa Jake turned and left the room. I could hear him taking a long leak
in the bathroom across the hallway, but I couldn't concentrate on anything
but the feeling my dad's asshole wrapped around my teenaged cock.

For some minutes, I reveled in the intense pleasure, grinding down on dad's
hunky body, his every curve and muscle mine to enjoy and control. Now and
then he would mumble something incoherent. Sometimes he moaned his dad's
name. This wasn't the first time Grandpa Jake had fucked daddy's ass like
this, it seemed.

A few times, as I bred him, I came close to cumming in dad's hole, but each
time I managed to keep myself from losing control. The urge to plant my
seed in dad's ass was almost irresistible.

Suddenly, I felt Grandpa Jake behind me on the bed, his rough hands
massaging my ass. Where had he come from?

A huge, furry arm crossed my chest and I felt Grandpa's big, meaty pecs and
jutting belly against me. A pair of bearded lips whispered in my right ear.

"Grandpa's gonna fuck you now, boy. I just gotta. Watching you breed your
daddy like that, I can't help myself. Open your legs, baby, and let Grandpa
Jake in."

I felt the massive head at my ass, already seeking entrance; already
widening me. He had just lubed up again, apparently, so there was no way
I'd be able to keep him from sliding inside me, even if I had wanted to.

He entered me as he had dad, in a long, slow, inevitable push, the base of
him kissing the stretched lips of my anus.

"Fuck, Grandpa. Mmmmph. It's so big."

"I know it is, kiddo. Just take it. Take Grandpa's dick like a good
boy. Fuck, you feel so good, Eric."

He pulled back, then, until only the huge head rested inside of me, the
wide, flaring glans locked behind the tight ring of my asshole like a dog's
knot, binding me to him. I was buried in dad's ass, frozen in a moment of
sheer perfection.

"Now, pull out slowly, boy. Very slowly," Grandpa directed.

I did as I was told. As my cock slid out of dad's hole, Grandpa's massive
tool slide into mine.

Grandpa fixed his hips in place. "There you go. Now fuck yourself,
kiddo. Fuck yourself on Grandpa's horse cock. You do all the moving.
That's it.  THAT'S it, boy.

My mind was blown. I began to fuck dad harder, and the more I did, the
harder the huge cock inside me was shoved into my guts.

The three-generation fuck continued for a time, Grandpa Jake and I
breathing hard and my drunk father slobbering through his gag.

Grandpa blew first, crying out as he emptied another gush of ball juice
inside me. His teeth sunk into my shoulder as he panted and shuddered and
bucked, his final thrust forcing my cock deep into dad's hole. I couldn't
hold back my own massive load. I had never cum this hard. It felt like his
hole was sucking my entire body inside of him; like my very soul was
jetting out of my spasming cock into my dad's body.

The three of us, for a few seconds, were like one integrated, quivering
mass of related DNA. We stayed like that, for a time, allowing our hearts
to slow and our cocks to soften inside of each other.

I owed my dad something else, I realized, then unloaded a huge torrent of
golden piss up his ruined ass, bloating his guts with it.

Grandpa Jake chuckled. "Good boy." He slid out of my ass and a thick
waterfall of cum flowed freely from my gaping hole, down over my balls and
over dad's.

Grandpa Jake stood up and gestured toward Dad.

"Untie him; and get that gag off," he directed, turning toward the
door. "Then get some sleep. He won't remember much of this tomorrow."

As Grandpa's big body disappeared into the hallway, I looked down at dad's
prone form. I watched him for a long time, my mind shifting between desire
and pity and resentment more times than I could count.

I moved down, lowering my head until my lips were level with that red,
swollen hole.

I kissed my dad's ass, wide and open-mouthed, licking and sucking Grandpa
and I's shared loads, and the strong flow of my own piss from the reservoir
we had planted within him, frenching the anal lips like the whore I knew I
was and would always be.

I lapped and sucked at the hole until he was completely clean down
there. Then I rose and untied his arms and legs one by one, then removing
the gag.

I turned him onto his back, pulled the covers over his chest, then planted
a soft, slow kiss on his mouth.

My whisper was quiet enough to be felt on his lips rather than heard.

"I love you, you piece of shit."

Then I turned out the light and left him there.

In bed as I closed my eyes, I reminded myself to thank Grandpa Jake.

I slept damned well that night. I imagine my dad did too.


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