Date: Sat, 4 Apr 2020 14:53:34 +0000
From: Tiao Wu <hjk7359@hotmail.com>
Subject: Here Cums the Neighborhood - Part 21

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Chapter 21 - Awakening


I only slept for about three more hours, not that I could get any rest
anyway. My cock continued to keep me up. Every thirty minutes I would wake
up to find myself stirring in my sheets. My fingers in my ass, my hand
gripping my dick. I was restless, but I managed to keep my cum in my
balls. Otherwise, I would constantly have a mess to deal with.

When my alarm clock read 5:00, I jumped out of bed. I slipped on a pair of
shorts and threw on a T-shirt and quietly pushed open my bedroom door. As
softly as my feet would let me, I tiptoed down the stairs, moving like a
ghost in my own house. I made it to the front door, and slowly unlocked the
deadbolt, allowing it to make a soft tick. I twisted the doorknob in my
hand and cracked open the door. Like mercury, I slipped through the crack
and shut the door with a soundless thud.

I was free.

I took off running. All night, questions left unanswered tumbled through my
head like gravel in a can. Any question that I had was instantly shot down
by another sexual thought. Why was I having all of these realistic dreams?
These dreams about demons and fire and brimstone. Suddenly the idea of the
massive Coach George offering me his cock yesterday after school would jolt
into my brain. Why was I needing to come more ruthlessly and frequently
than before? Instantly, a picture of Coach Scott, Mr. Sands, and Mr. McCook
would enter my hand, each of them taking turns on my hole. Why was
imagining things so vividly? Like my Dad fucking my ass. It felt so real,
as though he were right there the whole time.

My head was dizzy with all of this, and I knew that I needed help.

I darted down Knottingham Lane, straight for the Farmer's Yard. He
explained how this curse would work to me before, so he probably could
explain more about it. The street was still asleep, so the shroud of
morning was keeping my footsteps unheard.

When I reached the ditch, I crawled up and down the concrete walls,
reaching the barbed wire fence. I gazed upon the expanse of land. The land
that had changed so much since Paul, Sarah, and I explored it those two
months ago. What had been a field of dirt with piles of rubble, was now a
verdant expanse. Rows of corn played tricks on the eyes as I walked across
the fence. It was becoming an actual farm.

The shack that looked like it could topple over just from a breeze, was now
more reinforced, painted, and actually resembled a place where someone
might live. A faint amber light shone from one of the windows, letting me
know that he was awake. The Farmer, my curse-bringer.

I tucked through the barbed wire fence and made my way toward his
house. Despite my best efforts to try and stay quiet, I tripped on the
front porch, causing a loud rumble. I reached the front door, but it opened
with a rush just as I was going to knock it. The Farmer stood before me,
wearing nothing but white underwear. His body was just as horrifying as I
remembered it. Fiery red hairs completely coating every inch of him. His
chest the size of car-tires, his arms like anacondas, his legs like tree
trunks. A bulge sagged in his briefs. My breath shuddered at the thought of
his dick again. His powerful cock the size of my arm feeding me with the
load of a lifetime. I shook my head, trying to ignore my thoughts.

"U-uh..." I sputtered.

"Shit." The farmer slammed the door shut, footsteps trailed away from me.

"W-wait! Mister!" I called back. I realized that I didn't even know his
name. "Please! I...I just have to ask you something."

"Yeah, right, kid," he barked through the door. "I'm sure that's all it
is!"

"Wh-what do you mean?" I called back.

"You're hear to give it back to me. Ha! Better luck next time, kid!" I
realized that he was afraid that I would try to give him the curse that he
gave me. If that was even possible.

"N-no! I'm...I'm just...confused. I need your help," I said dejectedly. A
moment of silence passed. It was hopeless, I thought. There was no way that
he was going to open that door for me. I sighed and turned around to head
back home before anyone would wonder where I'd ran off to. "The kid who
went missing, goes missing again." I could only imagine the trouble and
dumpload of restrictions I'd be getting.

Just as my foot hit the grass from his front porch, I heard the creak of
the door opening. The farmer, peeking his head around the frame, signalled
me to come in with the slight nod of his chin. I smiled and turned back.

The inside of the farmer's house was different than when I remembered
it. The furniture looked new, the floors looked clean, everything seemed
renovated.

"Looks nice in here," I commented. The farmer said nothing. He'd covered
himself with a robe, which looked silly on his massive frame, but I
supposed he didn't want me getting the wrong ideas, being able to see his
entire naked frame. "The farm looks great, too," I piqued. "You've been
busy."

"I haven't been trying to figure out my next nut every waking moment of my
life, if that's what you mean," he said somberly, pouring himself a cup of
coffee.

"Was...is it really like that?" I asked.

"I told ya everything, kid. Every moment you spend awake, you'll be looking
for...more. The next piece of ass. It never stops." I swallowed
nervously. "You're hard right now. I can tell," he said, taking a sip of
his coffee. He was right. I couldn't remember the last hour I spent when I
wasn't.

"It...it hasn't been what I thought," I said. "It really hasn't stopped,
ever since..."

"Well, what were you expecting? You thought it would be fun to keep getting
pulled around by sex?" He dumped the rest of his coffee in the sink, no
longer wanting it.

"Y-yeah, I guess I did. And it was. Fun, I mean."

"Well, then why are you here?" he snapped.

"Because...it's getting out of hand," I explained. "I've been having
these--"

"Dreams?" he asked, nonchalantly. "Yeah, that happens." I sat silently.

"You mean...you had them, too?"

"Every night it was somethin'," he continued. He sighed, and thought of
what to say next. "What do you see in your dreams?" he asked, finally
curious.

"Well, it's usually me, having sex, getting fucked," I explained, cutting
out the idea of being modest, despite seeing him wince.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, anything else?" he asked, probing deeper for specifics.

"I-I...I mean I've had a couple where..." An image flashed in my head of
the demonic version of me. Ritualistically fucking the holes of my
neighbors, teachers, doctors. The power of my dick swallowing the minds of
whoever was at the end of it. "I think I'm in hell," I explained. "Demons,
lava, and...this language, I can't understand it," I continued.

"You will," he said somberly. "I did eventually." My eyebrows raised.

"Wh-what? You...what do you mean?" The farmer sat down on an armchair. He
took a deep breath before beginning.

"When's the last time you had sex?" he asked. My eyes widened at the
directness of his question.

"U-uh...well, I think a week ago?" I said. I hoped he wouldn't ask who it
was. I couldn't imagine having to tell this man that my dad was the best
fuck in the book.

"Hmph," he grunted. "That's why," he said matter-of-factly.

"That's why? What do you mean, 'that's why'? How does that explain
anything?" I stammered. He looked at me carefully.

"He needs more," he said.

"'H-he'?" I asked nervously.

"You've seen Him," the Farmer said knowingly. I wondered if he meant--

"Uzinvi?" I asked.

"U-uh," he seemed surprised at the word, as though I'd said something
taboo. Something duragotory. "Is that His name for you?"

"I mean, I guess," I shrugged. "He's a huge demon. Towers over me. A
monster, but..."

"He wants more," he said.

"Wants...more?" I asked steadily. "Wants more what?"

"You know what," he responded, holding in a laugh. I did know. He wanted
more cock. More cum. More sex in any way possible.

"So is He just...someone in my mind, or who is He?" I asked, on the edge of
my seat.

"He's an Incubus," he said. "I'm sure of it now."

"Wh-what's an Incubus?" I asked nervously.

"You don't go to church, kid?" he asked incredulously. My brows furrowed in
confusion. "He's a demon. He possesses us. Digs into our deepest,
lust-driven desires. Makes us do crazy things for sex. He's made entire
cities fall. Driven people crazy," he explained. My heart began to race
nervously. The more I considered that the farmer was telling me the truth
the more I could feel Him. I could hear Him. "I lived with Him for thirty
years," he said, sorrowfully. "Thirty years I won't ever get back. Just
scrounging around," he looked at the darkest corners of his living room,
the memories racing across his eyes. "Jacking off for no reason. Never able
to quit."

"How...how did He end up...leaving?" I asked nervously.

"I spent years trying to drive Him out of me. Having sex eight, nine, ten
times a day, with any man that was in my path. Sometimes right in the
middle of the street at night. Like we were animals. I would wander the
woods, searching for campers as though I was some sort of monster. Hoping
that each man I fucked, it would pass on, but it only kept them coming back
to me." He shook his head in disbelief. "In this very room, I had twenty
poor fuckers in here. Fucked each of them. Watched them writhe, wish away
their wives, their families, as long as I could keep giving them my dick."

"And...that didn't work?" I asked.

"I didn't. When I wasn't fucking, I was jacking off. The only way I made
money was checks from the federal government for this land. Kept wanting to
buy it from me. Made investments on it. My family's land. The farmhouse
that I grew up in was condemed, torn down, everything my family stood
for. Gone." He rubbed his bearded face with a giant hand.

"So you lived here?" I asked.

"Our fucking toolshed," he spat. I couldn't believe it. The farmer's life
was consumed by this demon. "When I would try to hold it in, it would drive
me crazy. I would see things. Hear voices that weren't there. Imagine
having sex, and then nothing being there." All of this was happening to
me. I was beginning to believe the farmer more and more as he continued his
story.

"H-how did you stop Him?" I asked nervously.

"I turned to the Bible," he started. "Tried to find the answers."

"Wh-what did it say?" I asked.

"It wasn't clear." My shoulders slumped. "But I read the story of Noah and
the Ark. You at least know that one, right?"

"Yeah, kinda. Dude takes every animal, shoves them in a boat, and floats
around for a while?"

"Basically," the farmer laughed. "God sends down rain for 40 days and 40
nights, causing the world to flood. In Catholicism, it's where we get the
idea of lent, giving up something like TV or chocolate for 40 days."

"And so you gave up sex?" I asked.

"Yep. No jacking off. No sex."

"But when I spied on you, you were jacking off." The farmer looked
embarrased.

"I'd just about given up hope. Even after keeping it in that long, He was
still there. Still pushing me to have sex," he explained. "It didn't work."

Something inside of me was starting to fire up. Not lust. But anger. The
farmer was stalling to answer the one question I had left: How to make it
stop.

"You gave it to me. You gave Him to me." The farmer dropped his head. "You
knew what would happen if I swallowed your cum. You gave Him to me because
you that I had a long time to understand Him." The farmer looked away from
me. "Do you know what I've been through?" I yelled. "Aside from having to
bust a load every waking minute, I've been kidnapped, missed a bunch of
school, screwed up my swim team--you FUCKING bastard!!" I screamed.

"I'm sorry!" he shouted back. "It was my one chance!" He jumped to his
feet, causing the entire house to shake.

"You...POSSESSED me! Now I'm fucked for life!" I spat.

"Listen, kid," he approached me, his hand snapped around my neck and my
back slammed against the wall, trapped by the farmer's grip. "I gave you
all the fuckin' answers. All the answers that I had to find out on my own,
so a fuckin' 'thank you' wouldn't hurt!" I looked deep into his eyes. I
felt Him--Uzinvi--swelling inside of me. I scowled at him, attempting to
poison his mind once again. "That won't work, so you can just stop what yer
doin'," he said, dropping his hand away from my neck. "He can't come back
to me. He's your problem now."

I pushed myself of the wall, and started toward the door.

"I know it's not much," he started just as I was getting ready to
leave. "But I haven't been able to get hard since. Once he leaves you,
nothing compares to it. That feeling of total...fuckin'..." He trailed off.

I pushed open the door. The sun had started to rise, and I needed to get
back home.

"I'm gonna beat him," I said. "I've already gone a week without any dick. I
can do it." With that, I left the farmer, hearing only the sound of the
door swinging shut.

*

After making the short walk home, I kept my eyes on the road. I desperately
hoped that my mother wasn't awake yet. I carefully pushed open the door,
and thankfully, all the lights were still off.

I slowly closed the door, making sure not to make a sound. I tiptoed up to
the bathroom, deciding to take a shower before swim practice. I felt
delirious. My body was shimmering with sexual energy. I needed to be
fucked. Regardless, I tried to drive those thoughts from my head. It wasn't
fair. I didn't know who to blame. The farmer for bequeathing this curse
unto me, my dad for even activating these thoughts, or myself, for giving
into them altogether. Most of all, I couldn't help but feel that no matter
where I was. In my bedroom, in the shower, out in the middle of nowhere,
that I wasn't alone. Uzinvi was always going to be there, shaping each
choice I made.

Rather than dwelling on it, I turned on the water, looking forward to the
sensation of cold water on my skin. Slipping off my clothes, I looked down
at my dick. Unsurprisingly, I was hard. My cock bounced at my waist like an
excited puppy, assuming that I was about to get some cock, pleasing it for
the first time in a week.

"Not til tomorrow," I said. I would be spending my Sunday with my
dad. Until I could develop a plan, Sundays with my dad were going to be my
means of keeping Uzinvi at bay, at least until he drove me more and more
insane. Until then, I had to think of something.

My dick twitched in response to my ultimatum. My lust only grew
stronger. He wasn't pleased.

"You're just going to have to be patient," I said, like scolding a child. I
stepped into the shower, greeted by the cold water. I smiled, finally
feeling soothed after an already heated morning. I allowed the water to
soak my long hair. I ran soap along my skin, feeling the water beginning to
get warmer.

"Can't believe you turned me down, Smalls." A voice echoed through the
bathroom. I spun around. Standing only inches from me was Coach Scott.

"C-Coach?" I whispered. Despite being in the shower, Coach was wearing a
Birchwood Swim T-Shirt and his nylon warm-up pants. His clothes were being
drenched by the shower. He just stood motionless, a satisfied smile on his
face. Sunglasses blocked his eyes from me. I glanced down. A bulging
erection twitched in his pants. "Y-you're not real," I mumbled.

"Aww, that's all you're going to say?" he said, mockingly. "I thought you'd
be more happy to see me."

"Coach Scott--the REAL Coach Scott--is getting ready for swim practice," I
said, turning away from him, washing my face.

"Mmmm, that's a nice ass," he said. I felt a hand slide along my ass,
tickling me slightly.

"N-nngh," I flinched. "The real Coach Scott is way sexier than you."

"Is he?" I felt a force on my shoulder spin me around. Coach's t-shirt was
completely soaked, revealing his full chest, perky nipples, tight, round
stomach.

"Yep," I said, ignoring him. "I'm gonna finish my shower now."

"Mmmmm, not before I suck that sweet cock of yours," he said, kneeling
down. "You deserve it after not getting to see me in so long," he
teased. His tongue licked the end of my cock. My hips twitched at the
sensation of it.

"You're not real. You're not real," I whispered, continuing to bathe
myself.

"Mmmm, if I wasn't real, could I do this?" he asked. His face sank on my
cock. The wet warmth of Coach Scott's mouth wrapped around my dick, feeling
just as though Coach Scott was really kneeling before me in my own shower.

"H-ha...n-nope, that's just my imagination. J-just playin...t-tricks on
me," I said, trying to sound confident. Coach Scott's head bobbed up and
down on my cock, twisting his neck to treat me just right. Just like how I
would have treated him. "H-hungh...I-I...I know who you are," I said,
wearily. "You're in my head. You don't actually exist," I repeated. "You're
just in my head."

"Mmmmmm," Coach Scott's lips smacked as he left my dick, leaving a
glistening residue on my shaft. "'You just wanna give me head? Is that what
you said?" Coach Scott stood on his feet, launching above me in
height. Casually he lifted up his shirt, revealing his entire stomach and
his nipples poking out the bottom of his fold. Coach Scott tugged on the
waistband of his pants, revealing the entireity of his massive cock. It
just swung there, just like I'd always remembered. My breath shuddered at
the sight of it. I averted my gaze from it, and turned to face the stream
of water in order to continue getting ready.

"He's all in my head," I thought to myself. "He's all in my head," I
repeated. As I opened my eyes, wiping the water from my eyelashes, Coach
Scott emerged in front of me, as though a ghost from the wall, his clothes
completely gone. My eyes widened in fear.

"All in your head, eh?" he said, stepping closer to me. I stepped further
back against the wall of the shower. Coach Scott's erection swung between
his legs, tempting me like a carrot at the end of a stick. I smacked my
lips a couple of times. "You'll have to give in eventually. You can't
resist the taste of cock on your tongue, especially my cock."

"No," I said, shaking my head, trying to erase the thought from my mind.

"Ha-ha, did you just say 'No?'" Coach Scott asked, a dumbfounded smile on
his face. "You don't get to say no to me, kid," he snapped, before a
forceful hand gripped my neck and shoved me to my knees. Water splashed all
around me as Coach Scott's thick uncut cock pressed against my nose. "Take
it in, boy," he said softly. "You really think you can say no to me?" My
breath shuddered as it left my mouth. I knew the second that cock touched
my lips, I would be unstoppable. I would be right back to where I
started. A cock-hungry mess.

I reached around Coach's hips, and flipped off the water.

"Hey, what are you doing?" he asked.

"Gotta finish getting dressed for practice," I said blankly, trying not to
look at the naked cock in front of me.

"You can't walk away from me," Coach called after me as I left the shower,
beginning to dry off. "I'll follow you wherever you go. When you shut your
eyes, when you think you're alone, you WILL give me what I want." Coach
Scott stepped out of the shower, his skin turning the same pink color that
I remembered in my dream. His eyes grew bloodshot as his face twisted into
a conivving grin that sent chills down my spine. "The cock that I want, the
cum that I want, the pounding that I want," he listed.

"And I'll keep ignoring you," I said, looking in his eyes. He laughed in
reponse, as I finished getting dressed, closing the bathroom door behind
me.

*

All the way from the car ride to the pool, I was taunted by Him. My mother
and her assistant were in the front seat so I had to sit in the back. They
were talking the whole time. I had to keep looking out the window the
entire way. Each time I would look over, a different naked man was to my
right. Dr. Amar was stroking his thick meat. Mr. McCook had his leg up on
the driver's seat, pulling on his balls. Mr. Grisham had his legs over his
head, fingering himself. It was one shocking image after the next. My dick
was pounding in my swimsuit. I needed to release so badly. Like a hose
that's been kinked up, I worried for the moment when I could actually let
loose.

The Orange Crush bottle cap that I'd found yesterday afterschool,
signifying a week since I'd been fucked or had cock of any kind, was in my
pocket, and anytime I was starting to grow too horny, too full of lust, I
just gave it a squeeze, in hopes that it would bring me back to reality. By
the time I'd reached the pool, my mother didn't say anything, just stopped.

"Do you think we have enough buttons for the campaign rally next Friday?"
she said, letting me know that she didn't care that I was about to be out
of her watch, which was interesting.

"U-uh...practice is over at 10:30, is that okay?" I asked sheepishly.

"...and that should cover the cost of cater--what?" My mother paused
midsentence.

"10:30?" I asked again. I looked across the car, and saw a naked and sweaty
Mr. Sands, eyes bloodshot, taunting me by pinching his nipples, causing his
cock to bounce, precum drizzling to the floor of the backseat. I averted my
gaze.

"Uh, yeah, sure, 10:30," she said hurriedly. I grabbed my back and got out
of the backseat. I covered my erection with my workout bag, trying to
ignore the overwhelming sensation of my bathing suit. As I entered the pool
area, a few of my teammates were already there. I waved at them, still
limping along with my erection, they waved back, laughing.

I wound around the inside of the changing area, and hastily stored my
things in my locker, and started getting changed. Frustratingly enough, my
boner was totally conspicuous in my tight speedo. Rolling my eyes, I
decided to jump into the cold shower to try to bring it down. Stepping up
to a gauge, I switched on the water, and jolted at the icy spray on my
skin.

"Ahh!" I gasped. My ankles pedaled in place as I overwhelmed myself with
the sensation of the cold water covering me. I took deep breaths,
swallowing the cold air, trying to clear my mind of all the sexual
monstrosities that were fighting inside of me. Sweet relief swept over me
as I felt my erection finally dying down. I smiled triumpantly.

"Hittin' the showers already, Smalls?" I spun around in shock. Coach Scott
was meandering through the locker room, picking up shoes and tucking them
under the bench. He had a stack of towels in his hand.

"C-Coach!" I said, startled. I switched off the water, shaking my limbs of
any access drops, along with my long hair. "I-Is that you?"

"Ha! Whadya mean, Smalls?" He sounded confused. It was strange to see him
after having him invade my mind only a half-hour ago.

"I-I...I mean, I wasn't sure if it was you, or someone else," I said,
pretending to wipe my eyes as if I couldn't see.

"Well, it's me," he said cheerfully. "Ready for practice?" he asked. "Last
one before our first meet. You think you're ready?"

"Of course," I said, continuing to shake my limbs of the excess water.

"I'd understand if you weren't," he added. "Sometimes it's good to take a
break after going through something tough."

"I know," I said.

"You don't want it to stop being fun."

"Right."

"Cuz, if you're not having fun, I'm not having fun, you know?" he asked.

"R-right," I said, unsure if he was still talking about swimming.

"I'll bet you haven't lost your touch," he said winking.

"Thanks, Coach," I said, smiling.

With that, I began to walk outside, feeling my hard-on start to subside. I
decided that even if I was a little fluffed up down there, that my
teammates and I had seen each other get slightly erect before.

"It's just blood flow," Coach Scott barked when we started giggling about
it.

It felt good to be joined with my teammates again. Everyone was joking with
each other, even me, making me feel like the community was beginning to
move on. After stretches, Coach had us do a slow lap warm up. With just one
lap, I was feeling my heart rate begin to quicken, and I felt like I was
back in my element.

My mind was finally free of any thought, just keeping my breathing,
strokes, and kicks in sync. The water felt slightly choppy from steady
whips of wind scraping the surface, but I did my best to continue moving
through it as though it were air.

Coach gathered us to go over the plan for the meet. He explained that there
was nothing final, and that anything could change.

"So for today's practice, I'm putting you all to the test." He paced along
the group of us, checking each of my teammates. "If I tap you, step
forward," he instructed. One by one he carefully examined each of
us. Sometimes he would tap someone, sometimes he would move past them. As
he approached me, I wasn't sure what I was hoping for. It was clear that he
was dividing us into two groups, and as I looked at who he had tapped to
move forward, I couldn't distinguish if there was a certain pattern.

Finally, I looked and noticed that everyone who'd stepped forward were
still somewhat winded from the warm up laps. My line was mostly Eights,
with a few Sevies, my friend Curt being one of them. We looked at each
other and shurgged.

"If you are in the front row, you're sitting out this meet." The row's legs
practically buckled.

"What?" called one swimmer.

"Wh-why?" stammered another.

"I already had to cancel something on that day!" another was outraged.

"Because you're not ready," snapped Coach Scott, cutting through the
chatter. "Look at all of you, breathing like one warm up lap was the end 'a
ya," he snarled. "The back row all looks controlled, which means they've
learned how to control their breath in the water, or they've been
conditioning at home, like I toldja to do." Some silence settled as we all
continued standing. "This row," he pointed to the ones who'd stepped
forward, "is gonna watch from the sidelines. See how it's done." The front
row looked dejected as they went to the side of the pool. Coach Scott
continued rattling off names, assigning groups of four to do a relay. I
loved this race. It was the first race that really rocketed me into the
eighth grade swimmer group.

"Mayo, Martinez, Blake, and Smalls," he said, pointing to a starting
block. I saw Bowlcut roll his eyes getting into line.

"Alright, we make the Sevie go first, then we'll clean up after him. Sound
good?" Bowlcut ordered.

"Hey, wait, why don't we just do the order he said? I don't mind going
last." Going last can either be easy if you're team is strong, or it could
be a clutch position that catches up the group at the very end.

"Did anyone hear something?" Bowlcut asked. "I thought I heard a rat
squeaking somewhere. Must've just been a Sevie," he scoffed. I clenched my
jaw and moved to the racing blocks, climbing to my starting
position. Bowlcut moved to the back of the line, nonchalantly putting in
some shoulder stretches.

"Hey!" I heard Coach's voice call from behind me. "Did this group hear me
wrong?" Our group all turned to face Coach Scott who looked
incredulous. Bowlcut spoke up.

"Smalls told us he wanted to go first." My jaw dropped. "Something about
being worried about his time and not wanting to lose a good lead in the
last lap."

"Smalls get down from there. Mayo get to your starting position," Coach
said, walking past our group.

"Sure hope you don't fuck this up, Smalls," Bowlcut muttered as he passed
my shoulder. I ignored him tucking some of my hair under my swimcap, and
shaking out the adrenaline from my legs.

At the first whistle, I saw Mayo lethargically push off the starting
board. Way clumsier than I've seen him in the past. I stepped out of line
to go examine him further. His resurface was way too early and I saw him
steadily free-style swimming, easily behind the rest.

"What is he doing?" I asked.

"L-like, I don't know," Martinez said, as confused as I was.

"It looks like he's going slow on purpose," I said. The lap was coming to a
close, and one-by-one each second string swimmer started to dive into the
pool.

"C'mon...c'moooon," I heard Martinez grunting impatiently. Finally,
Martinez pushed off the blocks and began gliding through the water. I
hadn't seen him fly so fast since I've known him. Mayo pulled himself out
of the pool, taking off his swimcap with him.

"How're we doing?" he asked naively.

"Last," I said.

"Hmm, hope we can catch up," he said before walking over to his towel to
dry off. Blake climbed up to his position.

"How's he doing?" I asked him.

"He's catching up," he said squinting to the distance. "But, we're still
behind." Third-strings began jumping in as he said that, so I knew it had
to be pretty bad. I knew what Bowlcut was trying to do. He was trying to
make our group look bad on purpose. Maybe to bring me down with him to show
I wasn't ready to get back in the water. Maybe he was trying to place blame
on me. Whatever it was, I wasn't going to let him win.

For the first time in a week, I felt completely focused.

Blake finally launched into the water, and I eagerly climbed up after me.

"Dude! Like, what was that?!" Martinez shouted at Bowlcut who was wearing
his towel around his waist. He just shrugged and thought he had a pretty
good pace. "You were like a beluga whale or something," he said, pushing
his shoulder.

Blake was managing to close the gap. He passed sixth place pretty
easily. Martinez had been moving pretty fast then in order to catch us up
that much. As Blake kickflipped, the first place swimmer was already
halfway across the pool. That meant that by the time Blake touched the
wall, letting me finally jump in, I would have to swim half of a lap faster
than anyone else in order for us to get first. I bent over to stretch my
hamstrings, pulling on my toes with my index fingers.

I didn't even look to see how Blake was doing. I just scanned a few feet
ahead of me in order to know when to jump in. I felt a chill of cool air
skim the arch of my back. I locked my fingers together, getting ready to
hack my way through the water like it was my worst enemy. Like it was Cole
"Bowlcut" Mayo. I pressed my goggles against my eyes, and tucked a stray
strand of hair back into my haircap.

I could hear Blake's hands clapping the water, meaning he was getting
close. The second I saw the length of Blake's arm reach for the wall, I was
off.

I launched off the diving block as though it were cliff. My arms swung out
like wings. I pressed my biceps against my ears, my hands making the tip of
an arrow. My legs straightened and squeezed together. I slipped through the
water like a strand of yarn. I was in my world. Blue all around me, with
clouds of foam from my opponents splashing around me. I knew that I needed
to get to point where I could see none of that foam. Where I would be in
front.

My legs whipped through the water, my hips twisted with each kick, my arms
stretched out long, keeping any resistance from slowing me down. I felt
like I was flying through thin air.

Halfway through the pool, I began to head toward the surface. Like a
dolphin, my head cracked out of the water, and my arms swung over my head,
seamlessly moving into freestyle. My feet kicked wildly, like a motorboat
allowing me to skate through the water. I swam as though I was in last, and
this race, even though it was a practice, had my life depending on it. My
hands cut through the water like a knife. Each stroke I made, I imagined I
was cutting a lock of hair off of Bowlcut's stupid head. By the time I was
finished with my sprint, he'd be bald.

As the wall approached, I swung my body forward, somersaulting against the
current that I was creating with my body. My feet struck the concrete,
shooting me backward. I whipped my legs, reaching for the other end of the
pool. I resurfaced for the home stretch. I couldn't hear or sense
anything. Just winning. I had to win. I had to show Bowlcut that, not only
was I better than him, but his little stunt wouldn't matter. Nothing he did
would defeat me.

"That's it, Sebastian," I heard Coach Scott's voice say. "Win this race,
and I'll fuck you nice and good." My arms continued smashing the water,
trying to block the voice from my attention. "C'mon Sebastian," I heard
again. "Don't you want coach's nice meaty dick in your ass? Don't you want
my hot cum shooting inside of you?"

My legs kicked harder, my feet flecked the surface of the pool quicker, my
arms swung more wildly. I was almost there.

"Oh yeah, Smalls. I love watching that sexy body work so hard. You're
makin' me so fuckin' horny," Coach whined. I looked ahead, and the wall was
getting close. "Bet you can feel my thick cock in your ass right now,
moving in and out of you." I winced my eyes shut, trying my best to block
him out. When I opened them, I saw that the wall was no longer the wall of
the pool. Straddling the length my entire swimming lane was Coach's legs,
as though I was looking at him in the shallow end, except this pool was
eight-feet deep. Coach's cock was soft yet swinging pendulously between his
thick thighs. Air seeped from my lips in surprise.

As I got closer to it, Coach's dick inflated. With each inch I got closer,
Coach got harder. Until finally, I reached out and grabbed it, unable to
control myself. When my fingers reached forward, all I felt was
concrete. I'd finished. I poked my head out of the pool, and Blake and
Martinez were both there screaming their heads off in excitment.

"H-how...how'd we do?" I asked breathlessly.

"Dude!!" Martinez squeaked. "You finished first!!"

"Y-yeah! I don't know how you did it, but...man!" Blake called. I sank into
the pool a little bit. A tiny smile on my face. I didn't want to look too
satisfied. I wanted Bowlcut to know that I was indifferent to him. That he
and his tactics were nothing to me.

I pulled myself out of the pool, shaking water off my legs. I noticed
Bowlcut scowling on the bench, but I didn't give him any kind of
reaction. I grabbed a towel and turned to watch the rest of the race. I
could feel an erection confined by my Speedo, but I didn't care. I could
get through this just fine.

Practice was over, and Coach gave us some final words about the scrimmage
against Granite Middle School that we were going to do as practice.

"Granite Middle School has usually been a pretty easy opponent, but they
just had a merger happen with another school, so we don't know what to
expect. Don't get complacent." The race was going to happen next weekend,
and we had the week off from practices. Some relieved sighs came from the
swimmers, but I was a bit disappointed. I liked practicing.

After the announcements, we were free to shower and head home. My head was
still foggy from the intensity of that race, and also branded in my head
was that image of a gigantic Coach Scott with a tree trunk of a dick. It
was gonna be hard to get that out of my head. I was eager to get home so I
could just rub one out. I felt like I deserved it.

I went out of the pool to sit on a bench near the parking lot. It was past
10:30, and there was no sign of her. I watched as my teammates got picked
up, going home with their moms and dads. I was especially envious of those
teammates. Getting to share alone time with their dads. If I had my dad
with me right now, this time would be going so much easier. I knew I would
get to see Dad tomorrow, which gave me some hope.

As I watched the last swimmer get in their parent's car, I rested my elbows
on my knees, dejectedly.

"Need a ride?" I turned around and saw Coach Scott bounding out of the pool
area.  It was like the world was pulling Coach and I together, and I didn't
know what I could do to stop it.

"Um, my ride should be here in a little bit," I said.

"Always the first in the race. Last to get picked up, Smalls," he said
light-heartedly.

"Yeah, I guess," I smiled.

"Any idea when they'll be here?" he asked. I just sighed in response. "You
know, I'm not allowed to leave until all the swimmers have been picked up."
I thought he was going to suggest that we have some fun in the locker room,
or the supply shed while we had some privacy.

"Cole's not here?" I asked. Coach seemed surprised by the question.

"U-uh, no," he stammered. "He got picked up by his dad."

"Oh," I said nonchalantly. "My mother probably forgot to pick me up."

"Well," he started. "You're not far. You wanna walk?" I looked at him in
shock. "Haha, I'm teasing. C'mon, I'll give you a ride." Coach started
walking toward his car, and I followed him. I imagined all the "rides" that
Coach had given me during our short relationship, if I could call it
that. I hoped that this one would just be a normal ride.

I got in the front seat of the car, keeping my bag on my lap, just in case
I got hard. Coach's car was nice. Leather seats, a CD player, good air
conditioning. Once we were driving, Coach made small-talk with me. Asked me
if I was excited about the race. About school. Normal stuff. Then we were
silent for a few minutes.

"Sebastian?" he finally asked. He rarely used my first name.

"Yes sir?" I responded.

"Are you okay?" he asked. "I mean...really okay?"

"Y-yeah," I answered sort of weakly.

"I...I know that things with us have been a little awkward. I just...I just
hope you don't feel nervous around me," he said. I'd never heard him speak
so vulnerably before.

"I...I don't feel nervous around you, Coach," I admitted.

"Just 'cause. Well, you know...it's just been...hard," he confessed.

"Hard?" I asked.

"Not havin' you around as much," he explained. "If you know what I mean."
He gripped the steering wheel nervously. "I guess, I just miss you, is
all," he said.

"Thanks, Coach," I said.

"Do...do you miss me, too?" I thought for a moment how to answer this. If I
wanted to finish school the right way. Get myself under control, I knew
that I was going to keep having this hard conversations like I did with
Mr. McCook.

"I-I...I do, Coach," I said. I saw Coach's face soften. My eyes ran over
his body, I could see a considerable bulge growing in his pants.

"I...I think about you every day, Sebastian," he huffed and shook his head,
as though he was getting a whiff of something delicious that he hasn't
tasted in a while. "That...that perfect ass swallowing up my dick," he
moaned, feeling the erection that he was slowly nurturing beneath his
pants.

"I...I miss you running your fingers through my hair," I started. Coach was
kneading his erection more fervently now. "I miss your dick hitting the
back of my throat," I said calmly, looking out the window.

"Oh yeah," Coach whispered, keeping his eyes on the road as he began to
slide his hands into his pants. "I miss tweezing those little nipples of
yours. Watching your face squirm when I would make you feel good."

"I miss your hands gripping my ass. I miss you chest pressed against mine,"
I added.

"Hnnmmmph," Coach moaned as he made a left turn into my
neighborhood. "I...ungh...I miss feeling your lips around my dick. I miss
seeing how red your eyes get when your face is getting fucked," he grumbled
lasciviously.

"I miss the feeling of your dick sliding into me, making my balls bounce up
and down when you go really fast."

"Unnngh." I glanced over and Coach was jacking off while he was driving. It
was really hot to see, his getting all face scrunched up just like it did
when he was really going to town on me. "I....hmmmmph....I miss watchin'
cum fly from you dick without me or you even touchin' it. I miss lapping
all that cum off your skin."

"I miss walking around school all day with your cum deep in my ass. I miss
getting sweat all over your paperwork. I miss your voice. I miss your
spit. I miss your sweat."

"UNNNGH. I...I....I'M..." his breathing accellarated along with the speed
of his car. "I'm cummin'...I'm cummin'!" Cum splattered on to the steering
wheel of the car, and onto his gym clothes. "UNNNGH...UNGHHHHHH!" He
reeled, trying to enjoy his orgasm, but also trying to pay attention to the
road. I could tell it was one of the most perplexing orgasms he's ever had.

Coach pulled into Knottingham, my street. His breathing began to relax. As
we approached my house, I could see my mother's car. That she in fact had
forgotten to pick me up. But I'm glad she didn't. I'm glad that Coach and I
could have this talk together, even if Coach was covered in cum and I
wasn't.

"Thanks, Coach."

"I'll see you Monday?" he said breathlessly. "During English?"

"I'm trying to get responsible with school. So, I'm sorry, but no," I
admitted.

"O-oh..." he sounded rejected. "W-will...will we ever..."

"Yes," I answered his question for him. "But I just need time."

"I...I understand, Smalls," he said. "Just give me a sign, and...well, I'll
drop everything to taste that sweet ass again."

"A sign?" I asked.

"Like a signal. Something that tells me you're ready," he explained.

"Hmm, okay," I shrugged. My erection was pounding beneath my shorts. I need
to let one out badly. "How about if I just have my butt crack sticking out
during practice one day."

"You sometimes do that and don't know it though," he explained with a
sheepish grin on his face.

"I do?!" I said surprised.

"Haha, yep. How about something easier. Leave a sock in your gym
locker. Just one sock and I'll know that you're ready. I'll find time for
us to be alone. I'll take us to the pool after school or
something. Something that keeps us entirely to ourselves." I could tell
that he's thought of this quite a lot.

"Okay. One sock. In my gym locker. I'll remember." I pushed open the car
door, keeping my gym bag across my crotch. I didn't want Coach to think
that I was just holding out from him.

"See you at school, Smalls," he called.

"See you," I repeated, and swung the door shut, turning and immediately
jogging toward the house. When I pushed open the door, I dropped my gym bag
to the floor, and began scrambling toward my room. Once I reached my
bedroom I slammed the door shut and instantly whipped out my cock. Images
of Coach Scott dominating me flashed through my head. With one pull of my
dick a mass of precum leaked from my dick and rained to the floor.

"Uhggggh," I moaned compulsively and fell to my knees. With just ten
seconds of quick strokes, I flattened my back against the floor, arching my
back, and felt an earth-shattering orgasm sweep across me like
lightning. "GYAAHH!" A whip of cum lashed across my chest, hitting me in
the bottom of the chin. "Unngh..unnghhhh," I trembled wildly as the last
few ropes of jizz painted the length of my stomach. Finally, I sank
dejectedly into the floor. Wishing I had a man pumping my hole full of cum,
or my throat being used by a big dick, balls bouncing on my chin.

Suddenly, I heard my mother arriving through the front door, and I
instantly jumped into a panic. I threw on some clothes and dashed
downstairs. My biggest worry was that my mother went into a tailspin after
realizing that I wasn't at swim practice, despite her being late. When I
found her, she didn't seem bothered at all.

"Oh, Sebastian, good you're here," she sighed.

"Um...I had to get a ride home from swim practice. Coach Scott drove me. No
one was there to pick me up." My mother continued navigating the kitchen as
though I hadn't said anything.

"Your father has asked me to remind you that you will be visiting his
new...living arrangements tomorrow," she said. My heart practically skipped
a beat. I was worried that I was going to have to remind her, and by then,
she would be too busy.

"Oh, okay. I know. I'm just finishing my homework for the week."

"Well, there's going to be a change of plans," she continued. My
overexcited heart turned into a lump of stone. "Instead of visiting for
dinner, you'll be with your father for lunch and dinner. Something came up
and I won't be able to drive back and forth." I practically could feel my
eyes bugging out of my head. My dick began to twitch with excitement at the
idea of what was to come. But I couldn't let my mother see it on my face
that I was happy. She couldn't know that I was ready to get fucked by
whatever man walked through the door. Most importantly, should couldn't see
that I enjoyed being with my dad more than her. Or else she would never let
me see him again.

"That's fine, I guess," I said nonchalantly. "What came up?"

"I have a meeting with...a gentleman," my mother said as she looked coyly
at her things.

"Who is it?" I asked.

"His name is Devon, and I'm thinking about putting him on the
campaign. It's not important," she said while blushing. I reminded her that
I had a scrimmage for swimming next weekend, which she dismissed with more
bewildered sighs. I headed back to my room. My mind began to race. Was she
already dating? Was she that eager to erase Dad from our family?

I picked up the phone carefully, making sure that no one was already using
it. Once the coast was clear, I punched in the phone number that Dad gave
me. My heart beat drummed in my ribs as I eagerly awaited the sound of my
dad's voice.

"Hello?" Dad's voice sent shivers through me. A smile spread across my
face.

"Hi Dad," I said, almost shyly.

"Seb," Dad sighed. "I've missed you so much, son." Dad never used to say
these sorts of things to me or my sister Lisa.

"I miss you too, Dad," I responded. "I can't wait to see you tomorrow." Dad
and I continued to talk briefly about the logistics of our trip. Nothing
overt. Just times and places. I wanted to ask Dad all of the questions that
had been bouncing around in my brain. How will he fuck me first. How many
times will we get to cum? But I didn't. I was sure that it would all be
answered tomorrow.

"I have a surprise for you tomorrow," Dad said.

"A surprise? What is it?" I asked excitedly. I unbuttoned my shorts,
allowing my dick to breathe.

"Can't tell ya. Wouldn't be a surprise," he responded.

"Can I have a hint at least?" I asked.

"Hmmm," he thought for a moment. "I guess it's something that neither of us
have done before." My mind raced thinking about what it could possibly
be. I've never bungee jumped. Maybe we were going bungee jumping?

"That could be anything, Dad!" I whined playfully.

"Guess you'll just have to see tomorrow, then." I could hear the smile in
his voice. We finished our conversation, and I couldn't wipe the bashful
grin on my face. I was glazed with excitement. I felt impenetrable. Like
when I was a kid and I would dash around the house with a towel around my
neck like a superhero.

What I thought was going to be just a couple of hours with my dad was now
going to be a much-needed afternoon marathon of sex.

*

The rest of that day was a brutal test of focus. I didn't want to draw
attention to myself despite the idea that my mother typically didn't pay
much attention to me, even less-so now that she was running for mayor. I
had vocabulary to memorize, an almost lost social studies worksheet to
finish, all while trying to juggle sporadic phone calls with Shelly which
seemed to becoming more frequent.

"So you won't be home tomorrow?"

"No, I'm going to my dad's."

"You don't live with your dad? But you talk about him all the time."

"..."

"Sebastian?"

"So number 13 has a fraction in it..."

I just had to do everything I could to stay focused. To keep the cum in my
balls until tomorrow.

The dreams I'd had that night were full of the sexual fantasies that I'd
been repressing throughout the past week. Nothing surreal or out of the
ordinary. One featured Coach Scott and I fucking in his office. Another had
me sandwiched between Mr. McCook and Mr. Sands. The most vivid, of course,
was Dad and I tumbling through nature, scuffed by the dryness of the hill
country brush, fucking like animals. Each time I felt myself diving into
another lust-filled dream, I would jolt awake before I let myself succumb
to yet another night of cum stained bedsheets.

Just as I was getting comfortable, just as I was figuring out my sleep
routine, I heard a rapid knocking on my door before my mother burst in.

"Sebsastian, time to get up," she said in a tired huff. I groggily looked
toward the window for some sign of what time it was. A velvety blue of
morning was just beginning to seep through te blinds of my bedroom window.

"Wh...wha?" I asked still in a daze, wadding the bedsheets around my crotch
to hide any signs of my undying erection.

"We're going to church this morning," my mother said, leaning against the
frame of the door, still dressed in her night-clothes, yet at the same time
painted with makeup. The sound of church alerted something in me. The last
time I was in a church, my ass was being stuffed by an iron crucifix, my
face pressed against my across-the-street neighbor, Mr. Grisham's, long and
delicious dick.

Since then, I'd been temporarily banned from being at their house. Of
course, I saw his twins Sarah and Paul at school. Sarah kept to herself,
but Paul and I though had become quite close at school.

"Get dressed. Put on the outfit that I bought for you. Church starts in an
hour and we want to make a good appearance."

"Mmmph..." I rubbed my eyes. "Does Lisa have to go, too?"

"Of course she does," my mother said before turning on her heel to continue
getting ready. My stomach grumbled and I realized how long it had been
since I'd eaten anything. Dad always did the cooking. Lately we'd been
eating a lot of pizza, spaghetti, and snack foods. Last night I hadn't
realized that I'd been fueling my focus with crackers and chips.

The car ride to church was stiff and uncomfortable. My mother was talking
on the phone to Chance, her current campaign manager.

"Make sure that we have a pew at LEAST five rows in front of the
Joneses. We can't let the competition be closer to God," she prattled
on. Lisa was sleeping with her headphones on in the front seat. I was doing
my best to prepare myself for what was obviously going to be a stunt to get
our family, in whatever state it was supposed to be at this time,
altogether in a place of positivity. Of course I was thinking about all the
ways I was going to pleasure my dad. But of course, I couldn't help but
think about Mr. Grisham, too.

"This is all about damage control," my mother said very slowly into the
phone. Now might be a good time to do some damage control of my own, I
thought.

Once we arrived at the church, I slid my erection against my thigh, limping
through my first few steps as we all approached the steps of the
church. Instantly I was flooded with memories of this space. This church
wasn't a sanctimonious place to me. It was just like the locker room, the
principal's office, or even the hotel room that I spent five agonizingly
pleasurable days. It was a place where I'd had sex.

In entering the main worship space, we saw Chance in a pew near the front
of the space. His face shone with relief once we arrived. He'd obviously
been saving numerous spaces for all of us. There was something stifling and
stale about the air in the church. It was a bizarre sensation. Something
instinctually telling me that I needed to leave. I knew that wasn't an
option, however.

"Finally! Y'all are here!" he called. His voice echoed throughout the
church, causing some other guests to jump in their seats. My mother smiled
and peacefully headed over to the seats that Chance had been saving for
us. Lisa and I followed trying not to call too much attention to
ourselves. My mother was congenial as she passed each person in their
seats, as though this was a party that she'd been planning for months.

As Lisa and I found our seats, I felt my skin beginning to crawl. It was as
if I was wearing wool long underwear. As the church began to fill up with
people, my eyes couldn't help but dart from place to place.

"There's a lot of people here," I said quietly to Lisa.

"Yeah. Mom's running for mayor," Lisa shrugged. "What'd you expect?" I
shuffled in my seat. The air was beginning to grow thick with a sudden
heat. I could feel my brow and the base of my neck growing damp with
sweat. The erection that I'd been keeping at bay for what felt like hours
was now excrutiating. I began imagining the men sitting all around me what
they must have looked like with their clothes off. A man looking at the
church program only a few rows away, uncrossed his legs, and tucked to the
side of his left thigh I saw what had to have been the outline of a cock. I
shook my head and looked away over another man who appeared to have his
hand down his pants. All of these stolen glances I couldn't trust. Was my
lust-crazed mind playing tricks on me like before?

Eventually the service began. My mother joined us after finishing her sweep
of the churchgoers, mouthing the hymn that everyone else was singing. I
stood as painfully still as possible, trying not to draw attention to the
fact that I was growing feverish with lust.

It was more miserable than any class at school. At least when I was in
class, I could excuse myself and it was normal to do so. In church,
everyone remained still and attentive. Once Mr. Grisham took the pulpit, it
was even harder. Despite the appropriately fitting shirt and slacks that
hung on his narrow frame, it was impossible for me to not picture what was
beneath those clothes. An innocent fold at the crotch of his slack, I could
easily imagine the delicous meat that was within.

"How do we know when to say 'Lord, I've waited long enough?'" Mr. Grisham
proposed to the audience. "How do we know that after years of suffering,
it's okay to sin, just one time?" he continued. "I've been on my diet for
two weeks. Surely I can have just one slice of cake." The audience nodded
knowingly.

Mr. Grisham's sermon on patience came at the right time. But despite his
words of wisdom, I couldn't help but picture the lips that were making
those wise words pressed up against my asshole, his tongue lapping me up.

He was a gifted speaker, making sure to maintain eye contact with someone
in the room. That no one was left unseen. To have a connection like that
with a man as handsome as Mr. Grisham had to be such a privilege. Paul
didn't realize how lucky he was to have him as a dad. To be able to knock
on his bedroom door and see his dad whenever he wanted.

Suddenly, to my surprise, Mr. Grisham's eyes fell upon me.

"But sometimes, just that bit of patience..." I could feel his breath on
me. My eyes connected with his, and it was through this moment of eye
contact where I felt as though Mr. Grisham saw everything. Saw all the
dreams that I'd been having. Saw himself morphed and transformed into a
demonic imp, serving only to provide pleasure in a life of never-ending
lust. His hand clutched his chest as though stricken with some kind of
phantom pain. "I...I-um..." he stammered. "I think hymn 234 could say it
better than I ever could. What do you say?" Mr. Grisham announced the final
hymn, signaling a confused piano player to begin playing. As people began
to stand, I watched as Mr. Grisham made a quick and premature exit.

I looked across the congregation to see Mrs. Grisham as well as Sarah and
Paul doing their best to seem composed. My eyes followed Mr. Grisham as he
sped away. As he made his way to the lobby of the church, I knew exactly
where he was going. Quickly, while my mother and Lisa were standing and
preparing to meet with more of the congregation, I slipped away,
surreptitiously following in Mr. Grisham's direction.

I pushed into the lobby doors to be met with a cool silence. Relief swept
over me. The itchiness that I felt inside of the church was starting to
subside. I pressed my erection against my leg, and walked down the narrow
hallway where a few of the administrative offices were tucked away from the
public. Eventually I found Mr. Grisham's. I rested my hand on the doorknob
and attempted to push it open.

Locked.

I knocked a few times.

"O-one m-moment!" I heard him call from inside. My heart raced at the idea
of Mr. Grisham and I being alone together for the first time in months. "I
told you all I would meet you at--" The door swung open, and I was met with
an exasperated and frightened look.

"S-Sebastian?" he stammered nervously.

"Hi," I said simply. My breathing began to quicken. My chest felt as though
there was some sort of claw reaching toward Mr. Grisham. Some sort of claw
that was intending to rip Mr. Grisham's clothes off and command him to have
sex with me.

"What are you...?" The sound of the congregation beginning to exit the
service seeped into the corners of the hallway. "Get in," Mr. Grisham
whispered, pulling me by my shoulder. Mr. Grisham slammed the door shut,
locking it behind him.

"I'm sorry to bother you," I said once we were alone. My words struggled to
exit my throat.

"You can't be in here," Mr. Grisham snapped. "You...you...you have the
devil in you," he shuddered as he looked at me backing away. I looked at
this grown man, afraid of me. Terrified by what he wanted most. I could
feel my briefs getting sticky with my precum.

"Mr. Grisham, what are you talking about?" I asked nervously.

"I...I can feel him. I can practically smell him on you," he responded,
trying to shield his eyes away from me.

"I...I don't know what you mean," I said.

"Ever since..." Mr. Grisham turned away from me.

"...we had sex?" I finished his sentence.

"D-Don't...I-I..."

Why did I decide to follow him? What was causing me to be in this room
right now? Why was I trying to undo this person's family? The only answer
was the unignorable desire that I had to be fucked. Even if I managed to
prevent myself from actually having sex with anyone, I couldn't help but to
antagonize. To make others feel as antagonized as I do when I have to hold
my cum in for hours at a time.

"I...I can't stop thinking about you," Mr. Grisham sobbed. "I can't get you
out of my head. These sinful thoughts. I'm a mess. I'm a mess at home. I
can't connect with my kids. I'm falling apart, Sebastian." Mr. Grisham
turned to face me, a torn look in his eyes.

I thought about how to respond to this. Mr. Grisham was my closest avenue
for sex. Literally across the street. I thought to all of those evenings of
trying to do my homework where I couldn't think about anything else but
sex. What if I had something to keep me going? Something to keep me on
task?

I looked at Mr. Grisham, deep into his eyes.

"I can't stop thinking about you, too, Mr. Grisham," I said sweetly. "No
one's ever made me feel like you before." I watched as his face
contorted. First in confusion, bewilderment, excitment, and then
composed. "Every day I think about your big cock, and how much fun I had
with it." I stepped a bit closer to him. He backed away. I stepped
closer. He stood still, letting my heat radiate onto him. "Maybe...maybe if
there was a way for us to have some time alone..." I continued stepping
closer. Mr. Grisham's forehead began to bead with sweat. "Just me and you,"
I shrugged. I looked down and in Mr. Grisham's slacks was his long erection
snaking down his thigh.

"L-Lord," Mr. Grisham whispered. "G-give me...s-strength."

I slumped my shoulders and headed toward the door, ready to leave. "There
has to be one day in the week where you and I could--"

"Th-Thursdays!" he spatted before turning away from me once again. I froze
in my steps. I couldn't help but supress a smile. "Thursdays," he said
again. I turned to face him. "Paul's mom," he shook his head with a twinge
of disgust with himself. "My wife..." he said, a vein clearly visible on
his forehead. "She...she has a Bible study until 8:30 on Thursdays." His
breath was short, sweat stains darkened the underarm area of his white
shirt.

I folded my arms awaiting more of a plan from him. I could see his eyes
rummaging for more, his hands clenching as though he were ready to seize me
right where I stood.

"Just meet me by the tool shed out in our backyard. Watch for her car to
backout of our garage. I-I...I'll be there," he shuddered. I continued
watching him. Watching how he scrunched where he stood as though he had a
kidney stone, as though I was prodding him with an invisible pitchfork. A
part of me was horrified for him, and another was exhilerated by how much I
liked it.

"Okay!" I said jovially. I reached for the door and left Mr. Grisham's
office. My heart was racing and with each step that I took, I began to
realize the severity of the contract that I'd just issued upon my neighbor.

As I found the lobby, my mother and sister were standing near a family that
was obviously attempting to leave. My mother was continuing to press into
the conversation, possibly trying to ensure a committed vote. As I made my
way closer, I took a deep breath trying to clear my mind from what had just
happened.

"Sebastian! Oh, there you are. Come! Come meet the Monroes!" I put on my
best smile as I introduced myself. I held my dad in my mind as being the
only thing that I'd been looking forward for days. I wasn't about to make
the mistake of dissatisfying my mother. The Monroes were a small family of
three. Mrs. Monroe was patient and being respectful of my mother's
conversation, yet the way she nodded and waited for my mother to finish
each statement before providing her input, showed that she saw through my
mother's "politician facade". Their daughter was only three or maybe
four. Mr. Monroe stood tall over the two of them. His hand dangled over his
daughter's face, tickling her slightly. He was about as tall as my own dad,
and something about the way he seemed genuinely happy to be with his wife
and daughter made me miss my own early childhood. His strong jaw was dusted
with a black and grey stubble, and from the small opening of his church
polo, the same wiry hair grew rampant underneath.

My brain instantly filled with thoughts of the two of us, entwined in a
sexual frenzy. The warm face that he held for his daughter, twisted in
ecstacy as his cock bore into my ass. I tried to shake my thoughts of the
fantasy, focusing on being a good neighborhood poster child.

"Sebastian, why don't you tell the Monroes about your hobbies?"

"Oh. Um, well..." I searched for a good answer. My eyes eventually reached
Mr. Monroe's. As our eyes met, I could feel an impulsive voice inside of me
narrating exactly how he could get his rocks off with me. How I could make
him cum in less than 60 seconds. The time and the place. Flashes of my
upcoming swim meet swept through my mind. My eyes scanned the rest of
Mr. Monroe's body. His loose clothing left nothing and at the same time
everything to the imagination. Slight peaks lifted where I could tell his
nipples were, and I couldn't help but picture myself buring my face between
his chest. I glanced at his arms where the end of his shirt sleeve met his
bicep, picturing what it must look like flexed and pulsing has Mr. Monroe's
grip fastened around my neck as he fucked my brains out. I was frantically
undressing Mr. Monroe with my eyes and at the same time trying to keep him
together. Mr. Monroe's brow furrowed as he observed me waiting to give an
answer.

"I'm on the swim team. We actually have a meet coming up soon," I
explained. In my head, I projected exactly where he and I could meet--the
pool supply shed off to the side of the public pool. What time would could
meet--2 PM, after all of my races were over, but at least six more would
happen. What he could say to get away from his wife and daughter--"I'm
going to check out the membership deals for next summer." I noticed
Mr. Monroe's eyes blink several times as I finished talking about being on
the swim team and how excited I was about it.

"Okay, I think that's enough, Sebastian," my mother interjected. "He can go
on and on, once he gets started."

"No that sounds like a lot of fun. We're new to the town, so anything that
gets us out would be great!" Mr. Monroe said enthusiastically, almost
giddy.

"Oh! Honey, are you sure?" Mrs. Monroe asked, almost incredulous.

"Yeah, absolutely. I love watching competition. We'd be happy to go!" he
smiled. So much of him reminded me of my dad. The hair that bristled on his
forearms, the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled. I couldn't tell if it
was just the premature lust I had for getting to meet with my father, or if
it was an actual resemblance.

"W-well, I guess that settles it," Mrs. Monroe said casually slapping her
side, looking at Mr. Monroe with some concern.

"Well, Sebastian's team is the Birchwood Bullfrogs so--"

"Bears," I corrected.

"Right...so come out ready to croak! Or roar...whatever werewolves do!" The
Monroe's laughed casually, before the six of us made our way outside and
two our respective cars. As my mother pulled away from the church, I
started reprimanding myself for my behavior. What was I doing? I
thought. Was this me? Was this...Him? I was telling myself that I was going
to strictly cut down on the amount of sex I was having. And here I was,
propositioning two men in the span of five minutes?

Though, I continued pondering, I did say that I was definitely going to cut
out the sex I was having at school. I needed to pull my grades up. Show
that I was a good student. Prove to whatever was inside of me that I could
handle it. Could I abstain from sex at school, while also juggling
encounters at home? What if another situation like Daddy happened? At this
point, the rumbling of the tires buzzing beneath my hole reminded me that I
probably didn't care. I rubbed my eyes in an attempt to snap out of my
daze, only to realize, I was on my way to receive a much-needed pounding
from my dad.

"Looks like Seb got you two votes, Mom," Lisa said smirking.

"Yes," she said simply. "I'm not sure how that happened. I thought they
were definitely not interested, and then you walked up and everything
changed." I couldn't tell if she was perturbed or grateful.

"I guess that's good, right?" I shrugged. My mother didn't respond. I
looked out the window at where we were. We were heading into a part of town
that I wasn't familiar with. "Where are we going?" I asked. Some silence
passed as we navigated a much more urban collection of strip malls and
apartment buildings. I wasn't even sure if we were in Birchwood anymore.

"Your father's new apartment," my mother responded, terse, trying to her
best not to show anything but indifference. "Did you forget?" she asked. My
heart began to race. I was worried that she had been the one who had
forgotten.

"N-no," I didn't forget. I glanced over to the empty seat next to me, and
as though he'd been there the whole time, Mr. Monroe was reclined against
the interior car door, completely naked from head to toe. At least what I
could have imagined him to look like.

"I can't wait to go to your swim meet, Sebastian." Mr. Monroe's legs were
lifted in the air, his feet almost reaching my cheeks. A dark pink hole
winked at me as he grinned maliciously in my direction. He pushed the
length of his cock off of his stomach, and slapped it against his belly. "I
can't wait to feel your mouth all over me," he hissed. I jerked my head out
the window to see us pulling into an apartment complex called Stillwater
Grove. From my superficial observations, there were no groves, but quite a
few parking lots. There wasn't any still water, except for a small
pool. The entire scene felt very gray and instantly, I felt sad imagining
my dad living here. I wished he could just be home with us.

My mother pulled into a parking spot.

"Here we are," she said somewhat sarcastically, as though she understood
she'd won the unspoken contest of parenting.

As we got out of the car, I was instantly met with an ominous horde of
naked men slowly approaching us. Dicks in hand. Slowly stroking
themselves. I checked my mother and Lisa to see if they were surprised by
this, but they just walked toward one of the buildings: #12.

Mr. McCook. Al. Jeremy. Dale. Dr. Amar. Mr. Grisham. Daddy. Coach
George. Coach Scott. Mr. Monroe. Earl. Woody. The Farmer. The
photographer. All of them had a hungry look in their eyes. Eager to use me
for their own individual pleasures.

"Sebastian," my mother called. "Are you joining us?" I looked around and
the horde of men was gone. I needed to get to my dad. I needed to release
all this pent up sexual energy before I literally ripped off my clothes and
let myself succumb to the torment that was constantly plaguing my mind. Let
myself get swallowed up by the vacuum of dick that was constantly hovering
over me, ready to suck me into an inescapble tunnel of lust.

I quickly caught up with my mother and Lisa and followed them up the stairs
to the second floor of Building 12. We navigated down a dark and narrow
hallway, not receiving any of the sparse sunlight on this cloudy
day. Eventually my mother stopped in front of a door--#1212--and gave a
series of quick knocks and backed away from the door, taking a soft nervous
breath to herself.

I eagerly placed myself in front of the door as though Santa Claus was
going to open it. The door swung open, and a total stranger stood inside.

"G-Gary?" my mother yelped.

"Hi, Lori. Hi kids."

"D-dad?" my sister and I both said at the same time. I expected to see the
bushy faced "Dad" that I'd known for more than half my life. Instead, Dad
was fresh faced. Clean-shaven. For the first time in my most recent memory,
I realized how full his upper lip was compared to his bottom lip, almost
like mine. How strong his jaw was. The dimple in his chin. The only thing
that kept me from panicking, thinking it wasn't him was the power of his
body that I instantly recognized, and his eyes. The warmth of his eyes
pierced right through me, causing me to feel more at ease.

"W-well. This is a change, isn't it?" my mother stammered.

"Cool look, Dad," my sister giggled. I couldn't think of the words to
say. I almost felt shy.

"Just thought I'd try somethin' diff'rent," he said jovially reaching his
arm out to hug Lori and then my mother. My mother awkwardly patted his
shoulder, but there was a look in her eye that I'd never seen before. As
though she was being thrown back to their earlier years when they first
met.

Some silence passed. I glanced around at my mother and Dad, waiting for
them to pass me over to him for the afternoon.

"Well, um, Lisa and I are going to a lunch and then to do some work at
um...yeah some work. We'll be back around 7:00," my mother finally
explained.

"Do y'all wanna come in? Get a tour? It'll probably two seconds," he
explained.

"We'd love to," my mother jumped in, "but we really have to go." It was
awkward. My mother and Lisa shuffled to the side and I stepped closer to
Dad. I could instantly feel his warmth pushing against me. I could smell
him. I could measure exactly how hard he was, just by looking at the bulge
in his pants. He was doing a good job of keeping it under control.

"Well, we'll see you around seven then," Dad said.

"Bye," I said in Lisa and my mother's direction before stepping inside my
dad's apartment. After seeing the inside, I'm glad that my mother and
sister didn't come inside. There was hardly anything well-enough to regard
the space as a home. I supposed that it made sense. In just a couple of
seconds, I counted three pieces of furniture. A futon, a small table, and a
bed, which was just a box spring and a mattress set on the floor. Dad
brushed by me, closing the door behind him.

I looked at this new version of my dad with a bewildered need to pounce.

"Wait," he whispered. My breath was already quickened. I was overwhelmed
with the anticipation of getting fucked, to having Dad's cock back in my
world. I remained still. I could hear the sound of my mother's heels and
Lisa's footsteps getting more and more distant. My heartbeat was pounding
in my ears to the point where I couldn't tell if I could hear them outside
anymore.

Dad and I locked eyes with one another. I couldn't get over this new look
for my dad. Part of me wanted the old face back. Another was thrilled by
this new face, too. I noticed more of the jagged bone structure that laid
hidden by my dad's facial hair. And I realized, most importantly, it was
more for my lips to taste.

"Seb," Dad whispered finally.

"D-dad," I whispered in return.

I barely registered my dad's movements. Before I knew it, our lips were
against each other. Our tongues rolled along one another's remindind us of
each other's taste. I whimpered helplessly as my hands fumbled along the
familiar firmness of my dad's body. Dad did the same. His fingers slipped
themselves underneath my shirt, gripping my chest.

"Mmmph....mmmph...." Dad huffed and puffed, his hot breath inflating my
lungs. "Mm...how....how's...mpmph..." Dad began to speak between his
frantic attempts to taste my lips. "Mmphhh...school?" he finally managed to
say.

"Hmmphh...errmmph..." I struggled to reply. "Errgh...it's..." I hiccupped
bits of air between being suctioned to my dad's
mouth. "Rmmph...G-g...good," I said during a quick breath. Dad's hands
wrapped around my back, feeling up and down the length of my spine. His
hands gripped my ass, lifting me off the ground. Instinctively, my legs
swung around his waist, gripping him with my thighs.

"Rmmph...you...you feel...mrrrph," Dad continued, his tongue slathered my
chin with his spit as he ran his mouth along my neck. "Bigger..." he
moaned, grinding his groin into me. "You've been...mmmph," he growled,
gruffly. "Workin' h-hard..." He could barely speak.

"Y-yeah...I g-guess so, Dad," I whined. Dad ran his face against mine. Even
though he was clean shaven, I could still feel the sandpaper of his skin
scraping against mine. Feeling him like this only sent me further into a
tailspin of lust. Dad propped me up against the wall, unbuttoning my shirt
with both hands, supporting me with his waist and thighs. I grunted at the
level of effort it took for me to balance myself, but I knew when I was in
Dad's control, I was his. Nothing bad could happen.

Dad's fingers twisted open the final button and without hesitation, Dad's
face slid across my smooth chest. His teeth snagged onto my right nipple,
tweezing it gently and flicking his tongue against the tip.

"Guhhh, hanngh," I whimpered softly. Dad wrapped his arms around my back,
his hands tangled in the loosely hanging fabric of my shirt. With a couple
quick yanks, he tossed the shirt to the floor, and pushed up on my ass,
bringing my legs further up my dad's strong torso. Dad's face buried in my
chest, and it wasn't until then that I realized that I was developing a
bigger chest. Dad's lips pressed against my right pec, and sure enough, I
saw my chest deflate like a soft pillow. I could tell that my hard work
during swim practice was starting to pay off.

"H-how..." I huffed wildly, trying to think clearly. "How's
the...mmmph...new apartment?" I whimpered as Dad began running his tongue
down my tight stomach.

"It's fine," he huffed. His hands reached the fly of my pants, beginning to
undo the button and zipper. As he shimmied the waist of my pants down my
legs, I glanced and saw the front of my underwear were already soaked with
precum. I wasn't sure how long I was going to last with my dad handling me
this way. Dad scooped his arms behind my back, pulling me closer to
him. Dad dragged my pants off and tossed them to the floor. His hand ran
over my erection, gripping me around my shaft.

"Ah!" I gasped.

"Feel like you've gotten bigger here, too," he smirked. I instinctively
began clenching my thighs letting my body rise and fall against Dad's firm
stomach. I desperately wished that he was naked already, but I could be
patient. I wrapped my arms around my dad's shoulders taking his lips
against mine once again, his tongue causing my body to explode with
lust. Dad backed over to the futon that he had set up in the small living
room and guided me to the folded up cushion of a mattress.

I propped myself up on the back of it, my legs split apart, ready for my
dad's mouth to take me away. Dad kneeled upon the seat of the futon and
rubbed his face along my erection, grinding his forehead against my balls.

"Uhggggh, D-dad," I groaned. Dad's hands reached for the waistband of my
underwear, sliding them down my legs. My dick sprung against my belly,
glistening with precum. "Guhhh, I've missed you so much," I sighed. My dad
began licking my dick from shaft to tip, taking my balls in his mouth. Dad
opened his mouth and dove fully onto my dick. A searing warmth shot through
me. My eyes bugged out of my head at the sensation. My feet left the seat
of the futon, and uncontrollably, I began setting them up on my dad's
strong back. "Oh, g-gawd, Dad. S-suck my cock," I whispered feverishly.

I feel could Dad whimpering greedily as he played with my dick in his
mouth. I could only imagine how hard it was for Dad, being apart. Not even
able to see each other every day. Dad went from deep throating me, to
licking down the shaft of my dick, to driving his tongue into my hole. It
was a perfect dance of pleasure, and he hitting me all in the right
spots. My toes began to curl with pleasure, and I could feel myself growing
closer to cumming.

Suddenly, Dad abandoned my dick with a pop of his mouth, as though he knew
I was getting close. What difference did it make, I thought. I was planning
on cumming a dozen times today. What's one quick one?

Dad propped his feet up onto the futon standing over me. Quickly, Dad
unzipped his pants, and to my surprise, he wasn't wearing underwear. His
cock flopped forward and landed near my face. Pulling his balls out, I
noticed something different. The forest of pubic hair that I normally was
used to was missing. Instead was a smooth patch of skin. I tried not to
think too much of it. If anything, Dad's cock looked way bigger because of
it.

I leaned forward and hungrily took my Dad's dick in my mouth, easily
gulping over half of him down my throat.

"Aahhhhh," Dad sighed, as though he was stepping into a hot tub. I glanced
up and saw a satisfied smile on his face, his jaw slack, tongue slightly
peaking between his teeth. I bobbed up and down on his dick, feeling his
head punching the back of my throat. I'd missed this feeling, almost more
than getting fucked. This stifling of air, the way tears welled up in my
eyes after plunging as far as I could go. The way my spit coated my Dad's
dick to look like a beautiful cobweb of saliva mixed with mucus. I slurped
on my own spit, lubricating my father's cock even more. Dad's hands hung to
his side, so I took them and placed them on the back of my head,
encouraging him to fuck my face. Dad took the hint and instantly began
bucking his hips wildly, his balls hitting my chin. I subtmitted to my
father, becoming a vessel him to empty his spunk into. My stomach began to
growl, hungry for his cum.

"Ahhh...annghh...ah, fuck!" Dad panted as he used the back of my head to
guide my mouth back and forth along the entire length of his dick. His
hands curled and tugged at my hair, losing his inhibition to treat me
fragilly. My cock bounced with each forceful push of my dad's hips, precum
dangling from the tip like a string of silk. "Fuck! Seb, I'm gonna cum!" I
opened my throat ready to take his entire load.

Instead, Dad pulled off of me. He took his cock into his hands and quickly
jacked himself with one hand, and holding my hair with the other
hand. "Keep yer mouth open," he instructed. I did as I was told, waiting to
catch whatever cum flew from his cock.

"UNNNGH...ERRRGH FUCK YEAH!" Dad roared as a fountain of cum shot from the
tip of his dick almost like magic. Cum streamed across the length of my
face, my cheeks, my chin, my lips, some in my mouth. I clenched my eyes
shut instinctively, but thankfully none landed there. Something about being
used as a canvas for my dad's cum was especially arousing.

Dad kneeled on the futon so that he was eye level with my cock as well.

"Cum on me, son," Dad said out of breath. "Cum on my face," he pleaded. I
wasn't used to seeing this side of my dad. Wanting to be defiled or
mistreated, but it was arousing to witness. I began jacking off and I knew
it would only take 10 seconds at the most to reach an orgasm.

"Y-you want my l-load, Dad?" I said, my face twitching with pleasure and
exertion. Dad flicked his tongue against my balls, taking deep desperate
breaths, inhaling me into his lungs.

"Yes, Seb, please," he said softly. "Gimme yer fuckin' cum," he hissed. At
his command, my long awaited orgasm welled up in me, starting from my toes,
and flowering in my waist.

"Unngh, Dad, I'm cummin'," I whined. "RRRRRRGH!" With a few more strokes,
cum began to spray my dad's face. His mouth opened wide, catching any drop
that happened to land there. "Hunnngh, mmmmph!" I whimpered.

"Yeah, son," he groaned, his tongue stretched out gobbling up and freely
taking his fill of my cum. "That's my boy," he grunted excitedly, cum
dripping from his smiling face. I swayed weakly, slowly continuing to
stroke myself, catching my breath. It was as though the ten minutes we'd
just spent were a daze, and now the real fun could begin. I leaned forward
and smeared my dick along the length of my dad's face. His eyes rolled back
in his head as he savored the attention I was giving him.

It wasn't until I came to my senses that I realized that my Dad was
practically fully clothed and I still had my now thread-stretched shirt
hanging off my shoulder. Dad looked admiringly at me before finally lunging
forward, his now smooth face running against mine. His tongue hooked into
my mouth. Instinctively, the two of us began sucking the mixture of cum
that had painted our faces.

"Guhhh...fug..." Dad groaned. His tongue probing the back of my throat. The
noxious scent of our cum mixed together was enough to make me want to pass
out from euphoria. "Mmmmmph," Dad continued to groan. His hot breath ran
against my neck. My eyelashed fluttered as I attempted to maintain my
composure. Once there was no more cum to snack on, I continued sucking on
my dad's lips, enjoying this moment of unbridled passion that we were
sharing. As though it would be the last time we would have a moment like
this.

Dad pulled away from me with a sly smile on my face. I smiled back at him,
somewhat shy, unused to the clean shaven man who was filling me with all of
this pleasure. Suddenly with a mischevious glare, Dad grabbed me by my hips
and flipped me underneath him.

"Aghh!" I gasped, as I flipped onto my back. Dad scooped my leg up over my
head in one forceful push.

"Think you can beat me?" Dad asked. I remembered the days when we used to
wrestle in the open carpetted living room of our old house. He would pick
me up and slowly lower me to the ground. I had to have only been five or
six at the time. Dad would always pretend to let me win, acting as though I
was as heavy as an elephant. Dad's hands clasped around my wrists pinning
me to the futon. I wriggled and squirmed out of his grasp, laughing and
moaning all the same.

"Mrrrrmph, c'mon Dad!" I squeaked. Dad coiled his arms around me, and
rolled himself off the edge of the futon taking me down with him. The both
of us falling to the carpet floor.

"MMMPH!" he grunted. Thankfully, Dad took the fall and my back was resting
against my dad's chest. "Hope y'don't think that counts," Dad taunted. I
quickly rolled over and straddled my legs around my dad's waist, my hands
gripping my dad's wrists and pinning him down.

"Heh...got ya," I said, breathlessly. My waist grinded against my dad's
throbbing cock. I leaned forward and scooched back against my dad's dick,
letting the length of it press against my ass, the tip of it touching just
below the middle of my spine. "I...I think I got ya, Dad," I said softly.

"Hmmm," Dad hummed. My right hand reached back and stroked my dad's
cock. Without looking I could feel a healthy amount of precum soaking my
hand. I made sure to liberally apply the sticky and silky liquid from the
base of my dad's shaft, all the way to the tip. Each time my fingers grazed
the tip of my dad's cock, I felt more precum for me to smear along my dad's
velvety dick. "Ohhhh, fuck yeah..." my dad grumbled. His hips writhing in
place. He was ready.

"D-dad...I-I...I've wanted this so bad," I said with a shuddering
breath. "E-every minute...I couldn't stop thinking about you," I
confessed. I pressed my dad's sticky dick between the crease of my ass,
letting it slide between my cheeks. I began slowly lifting myself up and
down, feeling the length and power of my dad's dick running against my
skin.

"O-o-ohhh, Seb," my dad shuddered. "I wanna fuck you, son," Dad
grunted. "C'mon, boy, let's fuck." Dad's voice was still sexy even without
the coat of hair that I'd admired so much. Without missing a beat, I lifted
myself high over Dad's massive member, and lined it up perfectly with my
hole. It'd been a while since I'd held a cock inside of me, much less one
the size of my dad's, so I knew that I had to go slow.

But once the tip of Dad's cock touched my hole, there was no point in
taking my time.

"HUnnnnnghhhhHERRRRGH!" I groaned and grunted as within just three short
seconds, I twisted and wiggled my way down the length of my dad's shaft. My
neck instantly craned to the ceiling as stars fluttered in my vision. My
knees knocked against the side of my dad's hips as I struggled to maintain
my composure.

"Hoooo...ho fuck, son...y'alright?" Dad asked, though, with the look on his
face, I could tell he was anything but concerned. I knew what he wanted me
to do. And the truth was, I was better than alright.

I was fucking brilliant.

Rather than respond, I lifted off of Dad's cock and began riding him for
all he was worth. I'm sure there are things in life that are perfect and
priceless, but the feeling of my dad's dick sliding into me is one that I
don't think is possible to recreate. I went easy at first, rocking back and
forth along my dad's lap, taking and giving an inch his cock back to
him. My left hand twisted into the fabric of my dad's shirt, gripping it
tightly as I began to get more ambitious. Two inches up, two inches
down. Two inches up, two inches down.

"Oh...Seb...yer...yer drivin' me wild here," Dad said, squirming, meeting
the speed in which I was bouncing up and down on him. Precum spilled from
my dick onto my dad's waist.

Three inches up, three inches down.

"Oh, fuck, Dad," I whimpered. My balls bounced in the puddle of precum that
I'd formed on my dad's stomach forming a sticky web. I took my right hand
and wiped my precum along my dick. The sensation of Dad's dick in me, his
head raking against my prostate was almost more than I could handle.

Four inches up, four inches down.

My body began to plop against my dad's legs as I made steady efforts to
treat my dad's cock with the utmost care. I wanted to treat my father to
the best sex we'd ever had. To ensure that we would see each other again
soon. My dick sprung about with each weighted descent. Dad's dick punched
against my prostate, causing my vision to cloud.

Five inches up, five inches down.

"UNNNNnnnngh!" I began to grunt and moan uncontrollably. My breath began to
stifle, sweat began to trickle down my neck. Sweat stains formed on my
loosely buttoned shirt. I began to unbutton the last few buttons that my
dad had neglected to unlatch.

"Y-yer gonna cum soon," Dad said weakly. "I can feel it," he huffed.

"Ennnnnnnngh!" I groaned, throwing my head back. Dad's hands reached my
hips, pulling me down on his cock, allowing him to fuck me deeper and
faster. "AANNNGH! FFFFFUGGGGGH!" I squealed as Dad began to pulverize my
ass, his back lifting off the floor. His eye brows furrowed as he railed
into me senselessly.

"RRRRRRRGHHHHHH YYYYYYYYYYEEAHHHH!" Dad roared. Finally he shoved his dick
all the way inside of me once again. My ass grew hot with what was
undeniably a second helping of cum gushing into my rectum. "GRRAH!"

"FFFFFAAAGH!" I gasped. Without even realizing it, I looked down to see cum
shooting out of my cock, drenching my dad's shirt. Dad's hands pressed down
onto my thighs, his hips writhing a bit, his cock digging into my ass as my
mindless orgasm continued. "Hunnngggn...hunnnghhhhh," I panted
incoherently. Dad began to lower his hips a bit beginning to pull away from
my hole. As Dad's hips reached the floor, I allowed myself an additional
drop, letting Dad's cock surge inside of me once again.

"GahhHH!" I said, a smile spreading across my face. My cock pressed
directly into my naval as I arched my back, getting the best angle possible
of my dad's massive member inside of me. Once I regained my composure I
leaned forward, resting my lips upon my dad's. Our lust-drunk voices
harmonized with one another beautifully. Dad continued stroking my cock,
and I continued slowly rocking back and forth of my dad's dick.

From that point, we only had so much time to rest. To slow down.

Dad gave me the tour of his new apartment. In our own way of course. I
managed to gather a good view of the kitchen as he was fucking me from
behind. As dad pounded me, I observed his limited cooking potential. Just
one unit of counterspace and a stove with an oven attachment. As we moved
from room to room in a sex-crazed stupor. Each time I went to lift my dad's
shirt, he would redirect my hand to something else. His dick. His ass. His
face. It was as though he was hiding.

I studied the ceiling of my dad's bedroom as I laid on top of him with his
cock driving into me. The bedroom was empty save for a few boxes of his
personal belongings. By now, I wasn't sure where my button up shirt had
gone. All I knew was that I had an ass full of cum, and plenty of it
covering my chest. Just how I'd wanted.

Probably the most fun, was Dad sitting on the floor with his legs spread a
bit, relaxing by leaning back on his elbows and just letting me ride him
backwards. On my knees, I bounced up and down on my dad's rock hard dick,
letting my ass slap against his ass. I could feel a smile creeping across
my face as I rode the length of my dad's cock. Dad whispered incoherently,
delirious from his series of orgasms, relishing in the time he had to rest
as his son took the wheel, flailing about, reeling from the sensation of
his father's tool twisting inside of him. With each sound of my skin
slapping against my dad's thighs, I envisioned the sounds of applause
cheering me on which only made me work more enthusiastically.

Dad's spirits didn't take long to pick back up. Before long, Dad propped
himself onto his hands and began matching my rhythm. The slaps that echoed
in the barren apartment became thunderous.

"ANNGH! FUCK yeah, Dad!" I said, beaming, looking back at him
encouragingly, as though he'd just caught a giant fish at the lake,
admiring his athleticism. "YEAH! FUCK my ass!" I gritted my teeth,
quickening my pace, my knees practically leaving the floor. My hands
gripped my Dad's hairless legs for support as my dad's bone rocketed in and
out of me. My ass began to sting with the force of my dad's power, which
only aroused me even further. Precum sputtered from my dick, hitting me in
the face, occasionally on my lips. Fuel, I thought.

"GRRRRRRRRRRR!!" I squealed.

"Hunnnnmf...rggh...J-Jee...zus...," Dad huffed as he continued plowing
me. Eventually, I couldn't keep up and succumbed to the speed of my dad's
thrusts, letting gravity do the work. Dad's meat whipped against my
prostate.

"Ho-o-o-o-o-ooooo fuuu-u-u-uu-ucggggh..." Pleasure rippled through my
body. Overwhelming. A gatling gun spray of feeling shimmered throughout me
to where I was unsure if I could withstand it. I managed to look down at my
dick, slapping against my stomach as my dad kept up his pace. The amount of
precum caused my dick to stick to my navel like velcro, but would shake
free from my dad's continuous and unrelenting jabs of his cock. I felt my
ass begin to tighten around my father's dick, my balls rolling against the
base of my shaft. "ERRRRGH! FUCK Y-Y-YEEEEE-E-ESSSS," I wailed. Cum began
to fountain from my cock, raining down along my torso. As each spray of cum
flew from my dick, I eventually began to laugh. I couldn't explain why. It
wasn't as though I was tickled, or thought it was funny. I guess I was just
laughing in amazement. The amount of semen that I dispensed. The stamina of
my dad, taking care to exhaust every moment we had together on this brief
Sunday, wrapped up in each other's bodies.

Back at the futon, Dad rested on his knees, holding me upside down, letting
my chest rest against his chest, still covered in that irritating shirt. My
thighs rested against his shoulders, my face buried in his cock, hoping to
get another sweet helping of my father's jizz. Dad took special care to
nurse my ass, running his tongue around the circumference of my now
thoroughly beaten out hole. His tongue was warm and nourishing, especially
as he became more adventurous with it, snaking it into my anal canal.

I savored the sensation of having Dad's dick lodged inside my throat. I did
my best to crane my neck, my lips wrapping around his shaft. Eventually,
Dad began to lean forward, guiding my back to the futon so that his weight
was firmly on top of me. His cock surged as far as it could down my
throat. My eyes fluttered with ecstacy. Nothing could beat this feeling. I
took sips of air through my nose, but cherished my father's meat,
marinating with my saliva. Dad's lips left my hole, and moved over to my
dick, treating it tenderly. I hummed a soft moan as I fervently continued
treating every inch of my dad's dick like I was polishing the finest gold.

Dad let out a sigh, and rested his head between my legs. I continued slowly
sucking off my dad. I didn't care if Dad wanted to take a two hour nap, as
long as I could still treat myself to his thick meat. After a while, my dad
started to just let himself press into me. Unmoving. I worried that he was
starting to get bored or disengaged. I rotated my head, allowing Dad's cock
to spill from my lips. I sucked back the excess spit so that I could have a
clear voice.

"I'm ready for you to fuck me again, if you are, Dad," I said somewhat
weakly. I brushed my dick against my dad's lips as we laid on the
couch. Dad didn't say anything.

"Dad?" I asked. Dad sighed again before moving away and sitting up on the
couch and rubbing his eyes. Dad's asshole hovered over my face for a brief
moment, sending me back into my lust-driven tailspin. The apartment was
humid with our musk. Anyone coming into this room, would likely have a
difficult time resisting the urge to join in on the fun, just from the
smell.

"What's wrong?" Dad's erection tucked against the bottom of his shirt. It
took everything for me to not lean over and continue sucking him off.

"I don't know...I don't know how to say it," Dad said sheepishly. I wasn't
used to this side of him. Then again, there were losts of my dad's behavior
today that I wasn't used to. Why wasn't he naked with me? Why did he seem
more bare and vulnerable than usual, even though his upper half was
covered.

"It's okay, Dad. If you wanna stop for a little bit," I started.

"No! No...it's not that," Dad quickly interjected. I was relieved to hear
that. I couldn't imagine a world where I went through each day knowing that
my dad was tired of me. Dad stood up and walked to the center of the
room. His smooth skin still was a shock to see, but at the same time, he
was still my dad. I would let him fuck me if he had the chicken pox. "Not
being able to...even see you, Seb," Dad started. "It's been...hard. Real
hard," he said softly. "I know you've been workin' real hard to be
patient. I know it's had to been hard for you, too."

"Oh, Dad. You have no idea. I've been going crazy," I admitted.

"I guess...I guess I've been pretty restless, too," Dad muttered. Finally,
Dad took his hands and lifted his shirt over his head. I saw Dad's muscular
back, causing my jaw to drop. The dimbles that marked his lower back
twitched as he shifted from foot to foot. When Dad turned around, I gasped.

"D-Dad!" I shouted. Every hair that had sprawled across my Dad's chest and
stomach was gone. All there was was his bare skin. There wasn't a memory in
my mind that didn't have my Dad as the hairy beast that he always was. A
shock, but now, I could really see the definition of my dad's body. Dad's
chest, full and voluptous, now unimpeded by body hair, showcased two
perfectly shaped nipples. Nipples so pronounced they resemebled eraserheads
that could have cast a shadow. His abs revealed and hid themselves as my
father stood uncomfortably in his desolate living room. Dad reached up to
scratch his head, and even his armpit hair was gone.

"I...I know it's strange seein' me like this," Dad said
sheepishly. "I...would just get so fuckin' horny everyday. I needed to feel
close to somethin'. All the hair on me just felt like it was gettin' in the
way."

"Dad," I started. "I think you are so handsome with all of your hair. But I
think you're handsome like this, too!" I said happily. And I meant it. It
was like a Greek statue was standing before me. "I can't wait to feel how
smooth you are," I said stroking myself.

"Y-you really don't mind it? You still want to spend time with me without
it?" he asked. I laughed in response.

"Dad. I think it's really nice that you were scared to show me."

"I wasn't scared," Dad snapped back. I chuckled again. "I just know,
y'never seen me like this."

"Well, I'm glad that I get to," I answered. Dad's face seemed to
soften. Dad walked over to me, knelt down, reached for the back of my head,
and pulled me in for a kiss. I loved it when Dad surprised me like this. My
dick twitched as I felt Dad's warm breath brush against my lips. Before I
could get too excited, Dad pulled away from my lips.

"So...there's...somethin' else," Dad said. I looked at my dad in a
daze. Confused by what else there could be.

"Wh-what is it, Dad?" Dad looked away from me, somewhat embarrassed.

"Y'know how you like gettin' fucked by me, right?" Dad asked nervously.

"Y-yeah, Dad. Of course!" It was a no-brainer of a question. I was curious
as to where this was going.

"Well, watchin' you get fucked, I got t'thinkin'," he paused. "I was
wonderin' if maybe...you'd wanna fuck me for a change?"

My eyes widened at the question.

"M-me?" I stammered. "B-but, Dad. I...I won't be any good. I've never done
it before," I said.

"No, don't worry, Seb." Dad ran his hands along my thighs. "I thought about
this a long time. I wanna be yer first, if you'll have me," he said.

"W-Wow, Dad." I was speechless. I always thought that I would be the one
getting fucked. I loved it. I reveled in it. When I had a dick in my ass, I
felt supreme. Like I could move mountains. I never thought about doing it
the other way.

"You can say, no if you want," he said.

"N-no, Dad. I-I..." I didn't want to say no. Saying no would waste more
time we could be spending fucking. "I want to do it. I wanna fuck you," I
said smiling. Saying those words felt odd. The amount of times I'd screamed
"FUCK ME!" to my dad. I'd lost count. Now it might be Dad saying that to
me.

Dad smiled, and planted another series of long and tender kisses on my
lips. I inhaled Dad's breath, making him as much of a part of me as
possible. As he pulled his lips away from mine, I piped up with a question
of my own.

"W-what do I do?" I asked nervously. Dad smirked.

"Don't think too much. I'll tell you exactly what to do," he said. "First,
why don't you practice on my face?" Dad said almost giddily, leaning back
on his ankles, so that his mouth would be just at the height of my dick, if
I were to stand in front of him. "C'mon, Seb," Dad hissed, eagerly.

I couldn't disobey him. I stood up from the futon, and walked over to
him. Dad looked up at me, staring into my eyes. Dad parted his lips and let
his tongue hang out. There was something exhilerating about seeing Dad this
way. Normally he was in control. He was the one calling the shots. Now I
was standing before him.

My dick swung to and fro as I approached Dad's face.

"Don't be afraid. You're in control, Seb," Dad said, licking his lips. I
thought about what he was saying. Dad wanted me to be in control. He wanted
me to call the shots.

"You want this dick, Dad?" I asked. I pressed on the shaft of my cock,
letting it spring against my stomach. Precum leaked from the tip,
glimmering in the soft light.

"Mmmm, yeah, son. Lemme have it," Dad growled. I stepped up to Dad's face,
placing my shaft on the length of his face. Rubbing my cock against his
face, Dad's tongue instinctively began lapping up the taste of meat that I
was giving him. Just as Dad would get close to wrapping his lips around my
cock, I would pull it away. "Hmph," Dad whimpered.

"You want it?" I whispered.

"Yeah, Seb. I want your cock." Dad gazed at my dick with a hunger in your
eyes.

"Ask nicely," I teased. Dad looked at me wearily.

"Please." Dad's tongue hung from between his lips. I couldn't say no to
that face. Something in me felt dirty, being in this position but at the
same time, it was thrilling.

I stepped forward, allowing Dad to scoop up my cock in his mouth, sliding
his lips up and down the length of my shaft. Dad looked longingly into my
eyes as he deep throated all of me.

Coming up for air, Dad whispered breathlessly: "Spit on me. Spit on my
face." There was a hastiness to this part of my dad. As though he was
chasing a feeling. My stomach twisted in knots at the command. I gathered
some spit in my mouth and spat on my father, right between his eyes. My
frothy fluids eked down his cheeks. He moaned in surprise. "Yeah, Seb," he
shuddered. He opened his mouth, his tongue hanging out. I spat again
directly into his mouth. A smile stretched along the sides of his hanging
jaw, he laughed in exhileration.

"Get back on that dick," I said in a low voice. Without hesitation, Dad
dove back onto my cock, worshiping every inch of me. My balls pressed
against his now smooth chin. I reached my hands around the back of my dad's
head, and began taking control of him. My hips slowly began to buck into my
dad's mouth, the head of my cock hitting the back of my dad's throat. I
watched as Dad's face contorted, struggling to take the intensity of my
thrusts. "Yeah, Dad. Yer mouth...mpph, feels so fucking good," I
hissed. "Y'like the way I fuck your face?" I taunted him. My stomach began
to tighten as I gained more momentum, jamming my cock down my father's
throat. I took one forceful push, and grabbed the back of my dad's head
with both hands, holding him there. Dad's eyes filled with tears as he
looked at me in lascivious fear. Dad's cheeks inflated as he stifled
gagging. Finally, when I thought he couldn't take anymore, I pulled away
from him. Several strands of spit and mucus flew from between my dad's lips
and my cock. Dad fell backwards, coughing and sputtering, catching his
breath.

"Y-you okay, Dad?" I asked, feeling suddenly concerned.

"Y-yeah..." Dad huffed. "F-fuck yeah," he wiped his lips with the back of
his hand, stroking himself with the other. "I w-want y'to sit on my face,
Seb," Dad said, gruff and purposeful in his instructions. Dad began to lay
on his back, inching himself toward me.

"O-okay," I said cautiously. I stepped over the length of my dad's body,
and began to squat down, positioning my hole right over my dad's lips. The
moment that my ass reached his face, I could feel Dad's tongue hooking into
my hole, almost as though he was pulling me closer to him.  "U-u-ungh," I
shuddered, letting my knees fall to the floor, pressing my weight into my
father's face. I could feel Dad's jaw flexing beneath me, making my eyes
cross with pleasure. I twisted my hips to match my dad's movement,
encouraging him to go deeper. "Hunngh, errrgh, yeah, Dad," I growled,
greedily grinding my hole along the length of my father's face. I looked
behind me to see my dad's dick twitch every once and a while which got me
even more riled up.

"Ho-o-o-o fuck yeah, Dad," I whined. Precum trickled down the length of my
shaft, my balls, dripping onto my dad's forehead. I bounced up and down
slightly, letting dad's tongue work inside of me. "UNnnngh...errrgh,
f-f-fuck!" I shouted. My thighs began to shake as Dad continued eating me
out. I scooped my hips back and forth, giving Dad a taste of my hole,
taint, and balls. The soft scratching of Dad's facial hair, which was
beginning to grow back, felt like scratching a match against a
firestarter. And I knew I didn't have much left in before Dad was going to
make me cum again.

"Nnnnngh, Dad, y-yer gonna make me c-cum," I shivered. "Y-yer
gonna...ENGH..." Dad's hands grasped my thighs and pushed down on them,
causing me to smother my dad's face with my asshole. "NNNNNNGH!
F-F-FFUUUUUGH!" I looked down to see cum streaming from my dick, like a
weak fountain. Cum rolled down my dick and pooled onto my dad's face. I
heard him gruffly moan as he realized that I'd marked him with my see.

Carefully I removed myself from my dad's face, seeing the slobbery and
cum-soaked mess I'd left behind. I laid down on top of my Dad's smooth
body, and fort the first time felt my skin against his. Just the sensation
of feeling my dad at his purest form was enough to get me horned up all
over again. I lapped up my dad's face, taking my cum back into my mouth. I
pressed my lips against my Dad's lips, interrupting him as he began to try
and catch his breath.

"I wanna taste yer ass, Dad," I said with a smile on my face. Without
hesitation, Dad spread his legs, like a tree trunk being split down the
middle, and adjusted his lower back. I swung my legs from around my dad's
waist and crawled over to position myself between my Dad's legs. Dad's hole
was completely hairless, without a blemish. I couldn't believe he had
gotten every nook and cranny. He was smooth as a doll, and before me his
hole, dark brown, the color of coffee with milk, puckered closed.

I realized that I couldn't remember the last time I'd seen my dad like
this. So often it was the scowling menace, throttling into me, or the
shroud of pubic hair clouding my vision. I realized now it was my turn to
pull his strings.

I leaned forward and placed my lips directly on my dad's asshole. I could
feel Dad's balls jolt a bit as they straddled the bridge of my nose.

"Ooh!" Dad gasped as though he'd felt a creature brush his leg, or a spider
crawl across his wrist. I pulled my lips away.

"Y'okay, Dad?" I asked.

"Y-yeah, son," he whispered. "K-keep goin'." I took his directions and
placed my lips on his hole again, this time more confidently. My tongue
slipped through my lips to get a good taste of my dad's hole. Doing my best
to copy the skill that my dad had been able to consistently grant to me
these past months. I dug deep into my dad, inhaling the faint musk that I
remembered so fondly of him. The longer I spent between my dad's legs,
savoring the flavors of his hole, the more hungry for it I became. I began
to use my shoulders to hoist my dad's legs over my back, allowing me to
dive deeper into him. I began to taste a slight fruitness, almost like aged
honey. I began greedily sucking on my dad's hole, desperate for more. The
strength of my jaw, plus the push I made using my legs to press deeper into
my dad, caused his body to rock back and forth. The perpetual motion
allowed me to feed upon my father's ass, easily and effectively.

"Hurrrngh, sh-h-hiiiit," Dad whined as I continued my conquest. Dad's hole
was incredibly tight. Whereas, I knew that I could engulf a cock of my
dad's size with relative ease, Dad's hole was like a castle's drawbridge,
keeping me out. I worked sensually and steadily, slurping on my dad's
asshole, coating it with my spit, running my hands along my dad's firm
thighs, making him feel comfortable.

"Errrm, thhllrpp..." I spouted as I allowed myself to fully drown in my
father's ass. Dad reached for his dick and slowly stroked himself, pulling
it toward my face, knocking it against my forehead. Despite my practically
magnetic attachment to my dad's hole, I took the opportunity to run my
tongue up the length of my dad's taint, through the center of his balls,
and up the length of his shaft, before letting myself sink down on my dad's
cock.

"Ahhhhhhhhh," Dad sighed, as his body sank in to the carpet of his living
room. His hips spasmed slightly, causing the head of his cock to rapidly
tickle the back of my throat. I pulled away, leaving my dad's dick nice and
wet. I leaned back and examined my work. My dad's smooth ass was glistening
with my spit.

Dad's chest rose and fall with his breath.

"I...hoo..." Dad cleared his throat. It was like he'd just come off a scary
rollercoaster. Even though he was going to tell me what to do, it seemed as
though he was running out of words to say. My heart raced with
excitement. I'd grown so accustomed to thinking that my body was the vessel
for others to derive pleasure from me. Now I realized the power that I
actually had.

Sweat had begun to form on my dad's neck, and I admired his muscles
twitching, as though prodded with little live wires.

"Turn over," I commanded, my voice low. Powerful. Intentional. I gripped my
hands onto my dad's waist and encouraged to flip over onto his hands and
knees. Dad instinctively lowered his arms to the carpet, planking his
forearms on the floor. I scooted on my knees so that I was directly facing
my father's masterpiece of an ass, sticking straight into the air. I shook
my head in amazement. I reached toward my dad's ass, pressing my hands on
the outside of his waist. I pulled myself toward him, landing between the
pillows of my father's hide.

"Unngh," Dad grumbled. I felt him press against my face, encouraging me to
give him more. I opened my mouth wide, feeling the muscles of my dad's ass
relaxing and tightening around my lips and tongue. In the space between the
floor and the convection oven that was my father's body, I reached around
beneath my dad's waist and gripped his overworked cock. At the instant my
fingers hit my dad's cock, I felt his hole relax, inviting my tongue to
slither inside. "Hunngh...mmmmph...errgh," Dad squirmed at the sensation of
my mouth doing its work. I pulled my head back spat a healthy wad of saliva
on my father's glistening hole.

Timidly, I reached forward and pressed my index finger against my dad's
asshole. Immediately, I saw Dad tense up. Either out of surprise or
instinct.

"Can I, Dad?" I asked.

"Hmmmm," was all that Dad said. I took that to mean "Go ahead." I pressed
my finger, slick with spit against Dad's hole and felt an initial
resistance, but then it began to ease inside. "Unh!" Dad grunted. I froze,
feeling Dad's hole gripping my finger. I almost felt as though Dad was
cutting the circulation off my finger as it rested there. Remembering that
Dad seemed to relax more when I was stroking him, I reached around and
continued slowly jacking him off. "Hunngh...mmmph," Dad huffed, spreading
his legs further. I slowly continued sliding my finger inside of my dad,
until I was past the second knuckle. "Errrrgh," Dad grumbled.

"Dad?" I checked on him to see if he still wanted to go through with
this. As turned on as seeing Dad submitting to me was, I would rather spend
the last hours of our day together enjoying what we both already know that
we love, instead of trying something new.

"S'fine," he said, brusquely. "Jus' gotta get used to it." He lowered his
knees and rested his waist on the floor. I pulled my finger out of Dad's
ass, listening to the exasperated gasp of discomfort that followed. I
brought myself to my Dad's ass and parted his muscular cheeks, revealing
his shimmering hole once again. Pressing my face against it, I let go of
Dad's asscheeks, letting them press between my face.

"Mmmmmm," I hummed. My mouth went to work once again, nursing any pain that
I might have caused my dad. I shook my head furiously, getting swept up in
the wild lust that I felt ravaging Dad's most intimate part of his body.

"Nnnnngh, yeah, Seb," Dad's voice came to me, muffled in his arm. I slapped
my hands against Dad's ass, squeezing his cheeks, engulfing myself in my
dad's meat. "NNNNNGH!" Dad whined. "Oh, fuck, yeah," Dad hissed. I pulled
my face away, dripping in my own spit. Spreading Dad's ass again, I decided
to slip a finger inside once more, hoping it would feel better for him this
time. "NnnnnnNNNNGH!" Dad lurched forward. "G-Go slow, Seb," Dad huffed,
feeling overwhelmed. "Baby steps." I remember those were the words that Dad
told me when I was getting uncomfortably impatient about taking more of my
Dad in my ass.

Slowly I began inserting and withdrawing my finger from Dad's ass. When I
felt Dad's hole tighten, I would slow down until he felt more
comfortable. I noticed that Dad began taking deep breaths to calm himself
down, relaxing his hole to the point where my finger began to glide in and
out of his hole with relative ease.

"Yeah, son," Dad whispered. Bucking his hips a bit in rhythm with my
finger.

"Feeling better, Dad?" I asked, continuing to ease in and out of my dad's
ass.

"Y-yeah," he huffed. "I...mmph...I'm ready for more," he grunted. I decided
that rather than pulling out my finger and replacing it with two fingers,
to just sneak my middle finger inside. Slowly I began sliding my second
finger next to my index, feeling Dad's ass loosening even
further. "Nnnnnnngh," he groaned. I continued withdrawing and inserting my
two fingers, twisting them inside of him, exploring my father's insides. I
was surprised at how warm my dad was inside. I don't know what I expected,
but the thought of that warm applied to my cock was exciting to
imagine. "Haaaa...f-fuck," Dad sighed. I was relieved to see that I was
making progress, and not putting my dad through something he didn't like.

Without asking, I slid my ring finger next to the others, and began my same
pace, slowly breaking open my dad's ass.

"Hoo--unnnngh..." Dad whined. Dad began slowly humping the floor to the
rhythm of my movements. "G-gawd....fffffugh..." Dad moaned. "P-put...put in
another, Seb," he huffed. I smiled in response.

"I already have three in, Dad," I said excitedly.

"Wh-what? F-fuckin...really?" he asked incredulously.

"Yep," I pulled all three of my fingers out.

"Hunnngh!" Dad yelped.

"See? One," I slid one finger inside.

"Unnnh."

"Two-o-o-o?"

"Mmmmmph!"

"Three!"

"Ahhhhngh..." It was clear that Dad was starting to enjoy himself, but I
didn't want to push him too hard. I started to pick up my pace a bit more,
pushing and pulling on my dad, watching his whole body rock back and forth
along with my movements. Bit by bit, it became easier to move my fingers
inside of my dad's ass. And Dad was starting to submit to the feelings that
it was giving him.

"Ohhhh fuuuuuck yeah, son," Dad whined, grinding his hips, pressing against
my fist. I turned my fingers downward, and noticed a round lump. My
curiosity getting the better of me, I pushed forward to get a better feel
of it. "Wh-WHOA!" Dad flinched.

I froze. "Wh-what happened? Are you okay?" I asked, panicked.

"U-unngh...y-yeah," Dad said weakly. "I...I think you just hit my
prostate." He sounded bewildered.

"Did...did it hurt?" I asked.

"Hunngh...I don't...I don't know," he said. I continued slowly moving
inside of him. "Ug...ugh..." Dad shuddered, regaining his composure. I
pushed forward and pressed his prostate again. "Uhhhhngh--AHHGH!" Dad
yelped. "Hunnngh, ergh," Dad huffed, beginning to breathe deeply. I decided
that unless Dad told me to stop, I would keep going.

Slowly but surely, I welcomed my father into my world.

I began picking up speed, and making sure to press into Dad's prostate as
my target.

"Ahhhck! ERRGHMMM!" Dad rumbled.

"Y'like that, Dad?" I asked.

"HMMMMMMPH!" Dad whimpered. "I...I feel like I'm ERRRGH!" Dad growled, his
voice sharing a mix of intense pleasure mixed with utter discomfort.

"Yeahhhh," I whispered encouragingly. I picked up my speed, surging my
fingers in and out of my dad's ass with fervent precision.

"GOD! FUCK!" Dad yelped. "UNNNGHHHHH!"

"Y'want me to stop, Dad?" I asked.

"NNNNNGHHH! NNNGH....NOOOO!" he whined in total delirium.

"Y'think yer ready for my dick, Dad?" I asked.

"HANNGH! ERRRRGH..." Dad squirmed on his hands and knees, his body rose and
fell as though he'd just finished doing a thousand pushups, thudding to the
floor. I slipped my fingers from Dad's ass, observing how they glistened in
the dimming sunlight. Dad plummetted to the floor in weariness. His breath
was labored and bothered.

"What's it feel like?" I asked, my voice calm.

"Ehhhnngh..." he huffed. "It's...a lot," he managed to say with a laugh. I
watched as my dad's back rose and fall. His muscles dancing along his
spine. I fell forward and tucked my face between the peaks of my dad's ass,
running my tongue around the circumference of his hole, nursing whatever
discomfort he might have been feeling. "Unngh, G-gawwd," Dad gurgled,
pressing his ass against my face. I brought my fingers to my lips and
managed to slip one and then two inside my dad's sopping wet
hole. "Ohhhhhhhngh...." I felt my fingers guided in by my dad's muscles. As
though something small was tugging me closer to him.

It was strange to be on the other side of what so many men had
experienced. Is this what it feels like? I thought. I imagined Dr. Amar
operating on my hole, his fingers playing me like an instrument. Could I be
just as good as all those guys? Or is my dad just new to all this?

I played with my dad's ass. Enjoying myself. I squeezed, spread, spanked. I
did everything that had been done to me and watched how my dad reacted to
it.

"Hmph," my dad whimpered. "I want you to fuck me."

Those words shot through my head like a bullet. Dad looked over his
shoulder.

"I'm ready," he said firmly, pounding his fists against the carpet. My face
softened at the sound of my father's words. As his knees scraped against
the carpet, his ass spreading furter apart, his hole winking before me, I
thought of all the times I'd been withheld from pleasure. Not just from
sex, but from anything that I'd wanted.

I knelt between my Dad's legs. I leaned back a bit, watching my dick bounce
before my dad's perfectly willing hole.

"Uh...ugh...are you...are you gonna fuck me? Son?" Dad asked. I inched
forward, my dick swaying over my dad's ass. Precum leaked from my cock and
drizzled over my dad's hole. I pressed my pinky finger against the back of
my shaft and felt my dick press against my dad.

"I don't know, Dad," I said. I dipped my hips forward, letting the length
of my dick slide between the globes of my dad's ass. "Are you su-u-u-ure
you want me to?" I couldn't help but let a smirk creep across my face. My
dad would have teased me in the same way. I guess we both had a spirit
inside of us that enjoyed being both in and out of control.

As I was playing with my dad's hole. The head of my cock, as though my
accident, slipped into my dad's ass.

"Ah!" Dad gasped.

All stood still. I was frozen. Taken out of the moment.

"Uh...uh...um..." That was all I could say.

It was warm. It took all I could do to not push further. At the same time,
I knew that it would be a violation.

"Wh...what now?" I finally was able to say.

"Er..." was all Dad managed to say.

"I...I'm sor--"

"Keep goin'," Dad grunted, staying absolutely still.

"Y-y'sure?" I asked.

"Hmmmmmmph," Dad sighed, resting his forehead on his arms.

I let my hips push forward. I watched in utter bewilderment as my dick
began to slowly disappear inside of my dad's ass.

"EEEEHGNNNH!" Dad winced. His ass tightening around me. Again we were like
statues. I felt like a lawn gnome romping behind the Statue of
David. Nevertheless, Dad took deep breaths before saying "Okay."

I felt him begin to lean back against me. A strange soothing warmth began
to spread from my belly button to my knees. I was familiar with what it
felt like to have a mouth around my dick, but this was different. The
further my dad sank down around my dick, the further I was inside of him,
the more crazed I felt.

"Heh....hunngh..." Dad mumbled.

"Y-yeah?" I whispered faintly. Dad was almost all the way down my pole. I
coudln't believe what I was feeling. How was I not supposed to bust right
then and there?

"Ooooooffffff," Dad growled. I watched as his ass sank all the way down the
length of my cock. The moment my Dad's ass touched my waist, the moment I
felt the tip of my dick reach as far as possible inside of my father, I
knew that that I wasn't going to be able to control myself. "A-am I..." Dad
shuddered. "Are y-you...all the way in?" Dad asked.

"Y-yeah," I managed to say. "I'm all the way," I whispered.

"H-heh," Dad said. "Are ya sure?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm sure," I said. I rested my hands on my Dad's hips.

"O-okay. Go slow," Dad instructed. "I'll tell you if it's too much," he
said.

"Alright, Dad," I said. "I...I love you, Dad."

"I love you too, Son."

With that, I began my slow surgery on my Dad's ass. I pulled my hips away
and listened to my dad's sharp breath wincing through my every move.

"Ehhhgnh," he grunted.

I pushed my way back inside of him. "Hooooo," he sang.

"What's it feel like, Dad?" I said as I began slowly getting quicker.

"Eh-heh...it's...mmmph...I dunno how you do it, Son," he said plainly.

"It hurts?" I said, slowing down.

"N-no...it's just...overwhelmin'," he cringed. "It dudn' hurt. It's not
like a picnic either," he moaned, pushing against my hips, letting my dick
sink all the way inside of him. "Unnnnngh!" I pushed my dad forward
slightly, relieving him of my dick for a moment. Then, I pulled against the
space between his hip and his thigh, letting myself push into him
again. "MMMMMpphhhh," Dad moaned.

I continued in this way, slowly pushing and pulling away from my dad.

"Wh..what's it like?" Dad managed to say. How could I describe this? It was
like warm heaven. Like a nap in the spring time. It was easy for me to feel
good in this moment. My dad? I wasn't so sure. I could tell he was
uncomfortable, but at the same time, I could tell he was wanting this. The
fact that he shaved his entire body made me feel like he was in a desperate
mood to feel something. Something that I related to all too well.

"Y-you feel..amazing, Dad." I did my best to maintain the pace that my dad
was clearly wanting to keep. I didn't want to ruin the moment by being to
agressive or too greedy. This was his moment as well as mine.

At the same time, something in my chest was telling me that I was being too
weak. It was as though someone else was in the room with us.

"How many times has this man used you as a hole? How often has he lost
himself? Let his mind glaze over, his thoughts totally in another place?" I
heard a familiar voice say. A voice that I was getting to know more and
more over the past couple of weeks.

"He's always thought of me. There's never been a moment where I thought he
wasn't," I argued back.

"Then why are you spending the last hours of your time with each other
giving him what he wants?"

"I want this, too," I said aloud.

"H-huh?" Dad asked. I was caught off guard.

"I...I want this," I said again, letting my dick sink all the way into my
Dad's once more, relishing in the warm perfection that was my dad's
insides.

"Mmmm..." Dad hummed. I let my body rest along the length of my dad's
back. His ass pressed against my ribs. "Enngh," he winced. "J-just gettin'
used to it."

"I...I could just sleep like this," I sighed between his shoulder
blades. Dad's back was slightly slick with sweat.

"Heh," Dad laughed into the carpet. I slowly started moving back and forth
awkwardly. "Oooof," Dad grunted, bracing himself. I felt like asking him if
he was okay. But I stopped myself.

That distant voice hummed in my brain once again:

"It's your turn."

At first, my movements were stiff. My eyes watched in amazement as my dick
was swallowed by Dad's ass.

"G-go easy," Dad whispered.

"Tryin'," I replied. I balled my hands into fists as I held myself in a
plank over my dad's body, tenderly letting myself rise and fall, my dick
sliding slowly in and out of my dad. The pleasure was almost overwhelming
to my overworked dick. I could only imagine what everyone else must feel
when they are entering me. Am I this tight? Does my ass look like this?

I let myself drool a bit onto my dick, giving it a bit more
lubrication. Once I did that my cock glided straight inside of Dad.

"Auuugh," Dad groaned. I smirked a bit, beginning to rock my body to and
fro a bit more loosely. I marveled at how Dad's ass looked as it pressed
against me. Every once and a while, my dick would slide out of him, but
each time he would crane his neck to look at me with a dizzied look that
said everything it needed to. I would load my cock back into dad's ass and
he would rest his head on his foreharms again with a satisfied sigh.

I could feel the rollercoaster of sensations that my dad was feeling
because I experienced them so often myself. It reminded me of the time I
played Operation when I was younger, and how you couldn't touch the metal
sides without causing the patient to jolt in pain. The same was with my Dad
and I was beginning to learn the ways to fuck him.

After what felt like minutes of slowly and carefully fucking my dad, I
finally wanted to work a little harder.

"Y'like that Dad?" I asked firmly.

"Y-yeh...nngh," Dad managed to squeak.

"Y'want me to go faster?"

"Mmph...s-sure, Son," he said nervously. I didn't go straight into pounding
him like I knew he would to me when I gave the okay. I picked up my pace a
bit more. I began playing with Dad's ass, seeing what he would enjoy and
what would make him recoil.

"GYAH!" he would shout when I would punch a litte too hard into him,
without warning.

"NNnnnnngh!" he would whimper when I would grind into him deeply.

"ERRRRRGH!" he would groan when I would hit him just right for a long
stretch. All of his careful precision distracted me from actually reaching
an orgasm, and sometimes my mind would drift, thinking about how great a
dick in my own ass would feel right now.

Part of me worried that maybe I just wasn't good at this. In fact, I almost
started getting bored.

"Mmmph," Dad hummed softly as I contined fucking him. I scowled as he
rested their comfortably. I pulled my hips away from my Dad letting my dick
almost come completely out of him. Then I swung forward launching directly
into him. "ERRRRRNNNNGH!!!" Dad bellowed into the floor, clenching his
fists. "Ennngh...uuughhhh..." he gurgled. I smirked watching my dad squirm
at the result of my dick pummeling into him.

"Y-yeah," I whispered, holding my position as firmly as I could. I wagged
my hips a bit, watching dad's ass move with me. "You like that, dontcha,
Dad?"

"Errrnnngnh," he grunted, taking short shallow breaths. I pulled back my
hips again, and then slammed back into him, a loud crack echoed in the dim
living room. "GAAHH!" he yelped again, huffing and puffing.

Again, I plowed into him, feeling the wave of warmth wrapping around my
cock. Sweat from our bodies sprayed the base of my stomach. "ERRRRRGH!" Dad
cried. Each time he would recover, his legs spread, eager for more. I fell
against my father letting my entire weight press against him. "Nnnnf!" Dad
barked. I continued bouncing against Dad's ass, feeling his skin slapping
against mine. Dad sang his notes of pleasure, reeling from the sheer force
I plowed into him.

It felt so good.

I couldn't believe how comforting it felt to have Dad's ass clenching
against my dick. I reached my hands around the front of my dad's chest,
groping his pecs and tweezing his nipples as I let my hips rise and fall,
my dick plummeting into the depths of my father's ass. With each thrust,
Dad's voice shuddered. With each moan, I was becoming more primal, more
animal, more addicted to the idea that a part of me was providing this sort
of pleasure to my very buttoned-up Dad.

"Unngh, f-fuck," Dad huffed. I whispered encantations into Dad's ear.

"Y'like my dick?" "Yer ass is so fuckin' nice." "Yer little boy makes you
feel so good."

Dad could only whimper in return.

I buried my face between my dad's sweaty back, lapping up his salty skin. I
found myself getting more restless in my movements. My soft caressing of my
hands turned to claws gripping my father's muscles. My sturdy thrusting
became like a jackhammer. My shuddering breath became growls. The sounds of
my body hitting my father's skin, my dad's moans, the smell of our sex
filling the air. It was awakening this spirit in me.

I knew I wasn't going to last much longer now that my movements were
getting more fluid.

"Ooooongh...fuck Dad...I'm gonna fucking cum," I grumbled.

"F-fuck...fuck Seb...seriously?" Dad asked, incredulous.

"FUCK yeah, Dad!" I belted. I pressed my hand in between my dad's back,
flattening him to the floor. "Ready to take your son's fuckin' load?" I
spat. Drool frothed in my teeth as I glared into my dad's eyes.

"Cum in me," Dad huffed. "Fill me up, Seb." My body shuddered with
anticipation, my balls rolled against the shaft of my dick. I knew I
couldn't hold it any longer.

"UUNNGH...I'M GONNA CUH...I'M GONNA C-CUUUNGNHH!" It was an orgasm like I'd
never experienced. Normally, when I cum it's because a man is actively
pushing my buttons. He's drawing it out of me. It reminds me of when you
have a stray string on a sock, and you pull on it and watch how it keeps
going. Instead, it felt like I was suspended in warm water. Like I was at
the beach, letting the salty water take me away. It was so easy.

"HANNNNGH! F-F-FUUUUCK!" I craned. I kept punching into dad, feeling hot
cum surge from my dick. I thrust as deep as possible into him, submerging
my cock in my own jizz. "Hooo...hoooo...." I managed to say. "Hoooly..."

I kept slowly thrusting my dad, letting my dick churn my cum inside my
father's ass.

"Onnngh..." Dad whimpered. My hands explored my dad's body. My fingers
danced along my dad's dick, slightly doused in his own precum. "Oh
please...please keep fucking me, Seb. I wanna cum from you..."

Dad's words shot a second wind in me. I don't know what prompted me to do
this, but my right hand shot to my dad's neck. Once I felt my fingers graze
my dad's Adam's apple, I gripped his throat and pulled him toward me. Dad
compensated for my limited strength and arched himself back toward me.

"A-ack!" Dad choked.

"Want me to keep fuckin' you?" I drawled. Dad coughed in response, his
sweaty head touching my lips as I tongued his ear.

"UNngh, y-yeah," Dad managed to squeak out. Suddenly, all the thing's I'd
heard in the past, everything that I'd heard from men with their leisurely
fucks with my body started spouting out of my mouth like a parrot.

"Y'like that dick?" I grunted into Dad's ears.

"Enngh," Dad sighed. The sounds of our bodies slapping together became
replaced by the familiar squelching of a grown up using my hole even after
they'd already unloaded inside of me.

"I wanna see your face," Dad said. "While you fuck me."

With little hesitation, I helped my dad get his legs to lift into the
air. In this moment, I'd forgotten that I don't have the strength to toss a
boy like pizza dough like the men who'd treated me before. Clumsily, we
both toppled to the floor laughing.

"Heh...I...I'm sorry, Dad." My mouth made its way to my dad's lips. As
though through magnetism, we couldn't help but lash our tongues
together. Our breath was like fire against our skin. Dad took his legs and
gripped them against my waist and pulled me against him, frotting his
precum soaked dick against mine. Dad's hand slammed against my ass.

"Y'know that I could fuck you right now, right Seb?" Dad grumbled, his face
twitching as I ran the length of my erection against his. His two biggest
fingers reached inside my mouth pulled behind my teeth as he scowled at
me. Eyes glassy with dried tears painted down the sides of his face,
tracing toward his temples. "I could make you spin on my dick and paint my
walls with your jizz like a fuckin' sprinkler. Y'know that right?" I spat a
wad of spit in his face, with a mischevious grin. Instinctively, Dad tried
to catch it in his mouth, with a growling huff exiting his mouth. His
breath hot against my chest. I placed the head of my dick against his hole
and pushed without remorse, watching his body jerk backwards. "RRRRRRGHH!"
I watched as my dad's sweaty face twisted with pain. My dick sank into him,
feeling the cloud of cum that had begun to froth inside of him. Dad's chest
trembled as he took short and quick breaths.

Dad's hand hypnotically slapped against my chest, gripping my pec. "Fuck
you, son," he growled. I began to pick up the pace, watching Dad's body
rock back and forth along the length of my dick.

"No. Fuck YOU, Dad," I said with a devilish grin. I planted two fists into
the carpet, just atop Dad's shoulders. I felt my cock surge deep inside my
dad's ass.

"GRRRRRRR," Dad grumbled. He beared his gritted teeth at me, sweat pouring
down his face. I wound my hips back and continued pumping in and out of
him, my eyes locked on to his. I panted like a wild animal, my tongue
hanging from my grinning smile. I lurched forward lapping up Dad's sweaty
face, overwhelming my mouth with salt. I sucked my lips onto Dad's, feeling
my lungs fill with his humid breath as he continued grumbling and growling
as I fucked him.

I drifted my face away from my dad's lips, and drew my nose and mouth to my
dad's underarms, wishing that there was still a thick bushel of hair to be
found. Regardless, I wiped my face, nose, and tongue taking in the depths
of my dad's sent.

"GRAAAH...f-f-fuck you, Seb," Dad snarled, looking down at me with an
overworked and weary face, totally drenched with sweat.

"No, fuck you-u-u-u-u, Dad, heh," I teased, leaning back so I could observe
the beauty of my dad, becoming totally broken down by the feelings of
getting fucked in the ass. I wished I could experience what he was for the
first time again. That feeling that the cock you're on the end of is no
longer a discomfort, but an instrument. I wasn't sure if I was causing him
discomfort, but the slimy and sleazy and submissive way he was behaving was
telling me otherwise.

"Fuck YOU," Dad barked back.

"No," I said calmly running my hands along my dad's perfectly bare and
muscular body. Taking in what dad's prolonged withdrawal from me has caused
him. I took my hand and wrapped it around his throbbing dick, practically
soaked in precum.

"Fuck. You."

"Guhhhhh," Dad huffed, covering his eyes with his arms. I began slowly
stroking Dad's dick. "Hunnnnngh...gawwwwd," he sighed helplessly. I knew
what he was feeling. I knew that feeling of getting fucked in the ass and
being only 3 perfect punches to the prostate away from blowing a load,
except that it's rare that it happens that way. So you're kept on the edge,
needing to cum. Unless, you're getting jacked off. It's much easier to cum
from getting fucked if someone else is pulling on your
dick. "Mmmmmph...RRRRRghhhh," Dad twisted and growled as I played with his
junk.

"Yer little boy's fuckin' ya, Dad," I taunted. I pulled his dick toward me,
feeling it resist against me. Eventually I pressed it against my slick
stomach, sliding up and down it as I continued bucking into him. I let go
of Dad's dick and watched it slap against his stomach, a splash of sweat
and precum spraying against his torso.

"MMMMMMPH," Dad whined. His eyes told me he wanted me to keep going. His
brows furrowed. "Heh...h-ah..." Dad huffed. His hand reached toward me, his
fingers coiling around the back of my neck, sliding between the coils of my
sweaty curls. He pulled me toward him. His stomach crunched inward as our
faces became inches a part. Not once did I stop fucking him. His warm ass
clamped around my overworked dick. Dad's jaw grew slack, his tongue hanging
out slightly.

"Yeah, Dad?" I mumbled. "Yeah?" His eyes rolled in his head. His body
bounced with each of my firm thrusts. His ass felt amazing around my
meat. I was beginning to discover what it was that so many men had enjoyed
in just these past few months. "You like my fuckin' dick?"

"Ughh..uh..huhhh," he blabbered. "Har...harder," he moaned. I clenched my
body tight and began ramming into Dad. The sound of our skin slapping
together fluttered throughout the barren room. "HAAAAAAAGH," he
bellowed. His hand gripped my hair pulling me even closer to
him. "Fuck...fuckin' Christ," he whispered. He'd reached that point that I
was too familiar with. "Fugggggggggrrrrrr!" he gritted his teeth, his eyes
squinting. "GAHHHH," he exhaled, releasing me from his grip and fell back
against the floor. I continued plowing my father's ass, feeling him
completely submit to my dick. No longer did his ass tighten uncomfortably,
and my dick was able to swim in warm bliss.

I watched my father no longer recoil from each of my movements, and I knew
exactly the point that he'd reached. That searing pleasure that bolts
through me, every time a man discovers just how to fuck me right. Dad's
body began to ragdoll, allowing me to fuck him at will, and nothing but the
incomprehendible gutteral noises of satisfaction came from his lips. Dad
rocked his head from side to side, his eyes completely white as though he
was drunk.

I couldn't believe what I was able to do to him. This man of power and
strength, now under my control. Dad reached his hand over to mine and
guided it toward his massive tool. It felt piping hot in my hand, and even
thicker than normal as though it was ready to burst at any moment. I began
stroking him to the rhythm of my thrusts.

"Awwwwwwwwwgh.....F-F-F-FUUUUUUUGH!" Dad began to roar with need. "D-DON'T
S-STAWWWP!!" I marveled at how his body began to quake, his ass clenching
like a hand around my dick as I continued powering into my father's
hole. "ERRRRRRGH FAAAAGHK!" Dad crunched his stomach and peered across his
chest to watch his dick, which told me that he was ready to
explode. "F-FASTER. FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK MEEEE," he cried, and as he coaxed
me, I did my best to work my body even more. My breath became labored, my
skin felt like it was on fire. "ONNNNGH FUCK
YEAH. HANNGH. HANNNGH. HEEEENGH!" Dad's voice wheezed like a train whistle,
his eyes widening madly. I knew he was about to cum. I released his dick
from my hand. "ANNNGH!!!" he squealed. With both hands I gripped my dad's
thighs and continued reaming him. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his
nipples bouncing with each of my thrusts. "F-F-F-FUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!" Cum
exploded from Dad's dick, spraying him right between the eyes. "AUUGHHHH,
FUUUUUGH!!" His orgasm was the wildest things I'd ever seen. Ropes of jizz
painted his sweat soaked torso. The sight of him being devastated by
pleasure, coupled with the warmth and comfort of my dad's hole was too much
to handle.

"RRRRRGH. I'M CUMMIN', TOO!!" It was as if my soul exited through my dick,
emptying myself into my dad's ass. With each ejaculation, I thrust deep
into Dad's hole. "ERRRRRRGH. Y-YEAH TAKE MY FUGGIN LOAD, DAD!" I
shouted. Dad whimpered in ecstasy, short and heaving breaths escaping his
lungs, staring wide-eyed and empty at the ceiling.

"Ahhhhhhhh," I sighed as the last of my seed left my body. I guided Dad's
legs back to the floor. Dad's lower half quivered and shook as he regained
his senses. I pulled out of Dad's ass, and watched as his asshole belched
wads of my cum. Unable to resist, I brought my mouth to his hole, scooping
up what I could with my tongue. I crawled on top of Dad's drenched body and
brought my lips to his, sharing the helping of cum that I'd brought with
me.

Eventually, my body collapsed atop my dad's.

"Ho...holy shit," Dad said. By now, the room had grown dark and humid like
velvet. "Does...does it feel like that every time?" he said breathlessly.

"Heh...um, yeah Dad. Getting fucked rules," I said matter-of-factly.

"Hmph," Dad laughed. We just laid together in silence for a moment. The
roles that we'd established back in summer--Dad fucked, while I got
fucked--had been switched. In one way, it worried me. Would Dad want me to
do that every time now? Would he not want to fuck me anymore? In another, I
felt as though a whole other part of me had awakened. This animal part of
me, unleashed. Could I fuck Coach Scott? Could I fuck Mr. McCook? Would I
even want to, or would they want me to? I had so many thoughts blurring in
my head that I began to forget that Dad and I only had so much time left
together.

"We should get cleaned up, Seb. Time to go soon," he said as he patted my
ass.

"Aww," I pouted.

"No whinin'," he said as he walked naked to the bathroom. The sniveling
creature that I'd just fucked out of its mind was my dad once again. I got
up, legs like noodles, and followed Dad to the shower.

We talked and caught up casually as we cleaned the sex and sweat off
ourselves. We laughed about stupid things that I'd seen my mother doing at
home. In between conversation, I would kiss my dad's nipple, or Dad would
pet my now softening erection. We helped each other wash our backs, making
moments to grope each other. We began to play a game to see who could turn
on the other, even though we knew time was running out. At one point Dad
playfully had two fingers in my ass, while I had his slightly hard dick in
my mouth.

"Alright, alright, you win," Dad said, shutting off the water. I dropped
Dad's dick like a dog with a sock. We dried off and before getting dressed,
Dad pulled my face to his and kissed my lips tenderly. Our tongues rolled
along one another, playing through this dance, catching each other's lip,
anticipating each other's movements. Eventually, we pulled away.

"Dad?" I said softly.

"Yeah, Seb," he replied.

"Can't I just stay here with you? I would be so much happier." Dad laughed
softly through his nose.

"I would be, too, Son. Just doesn't work like that. It's complicated."

"What's so complicated about it? What do I have to do?"

Dad sighed. "Well, when you turn 15, you do get to choose which parent to
live with. Didn't wanna tell you that, cuz I didn't know how you'd take
it."

Fifteen? That was two whole years from now. That couldn't be the only way.

"That...that's it? There's no other option?" I asked, forlorn.

"I mean, the only other way is if a judge were to deem it unsafe for you to
live with yer mom. A judge already said I wasn't a good enough parent to
keep raising you, so..." he trailed off, hoplessly.

I fell against my dad's chest, resting my head against him. Dad held me in
his long arms.

"Dad?"

"Hm."

"Umm...can you not shave off all your hair again?" Dad laughed heartily.

"Fine."

We got dressed just in time for their to be a knock at the door. We both
looked at each other and approached the door.

"Wanna say good bye?" Dad asked, and in one motion whipped out his dick. I
knelt down and swallowed the whole of it, sliding my lips to the tip before
giving his cock a soft peck on the head.

"Your turn." I turned around, and peeled down the waist of my shorts and
pulled apart my ass cheeks bearing my hole to him. Dad squatted down and
ran the length of his tongue along my hole, also giving it a soft peck
right in the center. We got ourselves together, and Dad opened the door. It
was Lisa.

"Hey, Lease," Dad said happily.

"Ugh, I can't even look at you, Dad," she smiled and covered her eyes and
grabbed me by the wrist.

"Bye, Dad!" I called over my shoulder.

"Bye, kids," he said.

*

In the car, my mother interrogated me about my visit.

"Did you eat?"

"Yes."

"What did you have?"

"Dad made steak, potatoes, and green beans."

"Why is your hair wet?"

"We worked out at a trail nearby."

"What trail?"

"Cibilo."

"What homework do you have left?"

"I finished it before we went to church."

"What were the assignments?"

"Geez, Mom," Lisa said putting headphones over her ears.

"A little bit of English. Read a chapter from The Diary of Anne Frank and
answered questions. Math I finished pretty fast since it was easy."

My mother was silent for the rest of the trip. I stared out the window,
already wishing I was back with my dad. His words ran through my head.

"When you turn 15, you do get to choose which parent to live with."

I couldn't control how fast I grew up. I watched as the shadows of trees in
the dusk swept by, streaking my face with the lines of their branches.

"...if a judge were to deem it unsafe for you to live with yer mom..." My
brain tried to wrap around that idea. Is that something that I could pull
off? Do I need to injure myself? Set the house on fire?

It was hopeless, I thought. Watching my mother staring blankly out the
windshield, I began to wish that she could see the fruits of all my
labor. That if she had never stifled Dad's and my relationship, I never
would have had to resort to desperate measures. I tried to imagine her face
walking in to find Coach Scott railing me in the boys locker room. Or
finding me bent over Dr. Amar's desk in his office. Or Mr. Grisham pounding
me at church. Or hell, all of them at once.

That really got me thinking and fantasizing. What if she found me in my
room with dozens of men? Buried in cock. Drenched in cum. All the days I'd
spent walking around the house, secretly holding someone's load in my
ass. The training and practice that I'd had in becoming a master of taking
dick. It would all come to the surface. The mayor Lori Smalls allowed her
son to pleasure men. She would be ruined. And I would have to live with my
dad. A grin creeped across my face as I imagined the plan unfolding.

Where would I find enough men to make this work? I certainly had a handful
of men that I could easily reach out to. The time to plan was now. Next
November, I thought. That was when the election was. We would probably have
a big party at our house. That's when I could do it. Until then, I would
have to play my part. Make sure that my mother won, so that I could see her
fall.

When we got home, I dashed up to my room. Under my bed, I pulled the
journal that I'd been writing in and turned to the very last page. With a
pen, I began to draft a list of potential participants. With each name I
wrote, I pictured their sex twisted face inches of mine, fucking me as
though it were their last day on earth.

1. Coach Scott 2. Mr. Grisham 3. Dr. Amar 4. Mr. McCook 5. Mr. Sands 6.

How many could I possibly get? How many would even fit in this room? 20?
50? 100? No way. Regardless, I'd take 100 different loads, if it meant I
could have my dad's forever.

I started to get ready for bed. My body was sore from sex, and for the
first time in a long time, I felt satisfied. How long that would last I
didn't know.

I walked into the bathroom to brush my teeth, wearing just gym shorts. As I
stared at myself in the mirror, I admired how my body was starting to
change. Only months ago, I hated the way my body looked. Gangly, rail thin,
moppy hair. I was seeing some real muscle growth now from swim practice,
and I'd like to think taking cock helped as well. On the mirror, I noticed
what looked like hairs that were stuck to the reflective glass. I brought
my hand to it, and realized, the hairs weren't on the glass.

I looked down at my torso. A soft patch of brown hair had begun to sprout
in the middle of my chest.

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Chapter 22 to follow.


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