Date: Fri, 21 Apr 2017 14:00:01 +0000 (UTC) From: a4f101 Subject: Jackpot Here's a story taken from my Tumblr, at a4f101.tumblr.com/storytime. You can find this one, and the pic that inspired it, here: http://a4f101.tumblr.com/post/138060532959/ You can also find a whole lot more of my stories here on Nifty - look for 'a4f101' in the Prolific Authors listing. This story is purely a work of adult erotic fantasy, copyright me 2017. I own it and all legal rights to it. If you're under the age of majority in your jurisdiction, please come back when you're of legal age. Nifty is an incredible free service that depends on your donations to survive. It changed my life, and maybe it's changed yours too. Please help them to keep providing this awesome resource for all of us: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html I love hearing from you guys. a4f101@yahoo.com. Enjoy. ***** We stood on the rocky shore, staring out at the lake and the quiet wooded land on the other side. "All of this?" I said. "It's all yours?" He turned and gave me that slow smile of his. "All ours, bud. Completely private. Just for you and me. For us." "Holy shit, Dad," I said, smiling back. "Figure we'll put the house right about here, where we're parked, for the best views," he said, and I smiled and just listened to his low, deep Tennessee drawl as he went through his ideas. Nobody knew we'd won the Powerball. $1.6 billion, split between us and two others, in California and Florida. Hell of a lot of money - life-changing money, the kind that went an awful long way down here. It was gonna change our lives, for sure. I wouldn't have to worry about student loans anymore, Dad could get out from all the debt his business was still carrying from the recession. We could finally just be free, be ourselves. "You wanna take your first swim in your own private lake, son?" Dad said, and I laughed out loud at the whole idea of it - our own private lake. But he was right. It was taking a while to sink in, what it all meant, how much things were gonna change. Already I knew the main thing was that we didn't change - that we stayed ourselves, just better. "Hell, I didn't bring anything to swim in," I said, and Dad just laughed at that, already undoing his belt. "Shit, there's not another soul around for miles, son," he drawled, giving me a wink as he kicked his boots off and slid his jeans down his muscular legs. I felt the desire surge in my belly like it always did when I watched him undress. He was so damn good-looking - not like a model type or anything, just a low-key handsome Tennessee country boy, big and strong and tanned from years of hard work. Could still fit into his old high school football uniform. Big shoulders, thick pecs with blond-brown fur growing in the valley between them and down over his solidly-muscled stomach. Long, strong legs. And best of all, that high, tight, rounded ass, deeply dimpled on each side. The body I'd inherited from him. He'd been young when he'd had me, was still a young man, really, just barely in his forties now. I'd been told we could be taken for brothers, if you didn't know any better. Made me proud to be favorably compared to him. He watched me stare at him, and tossed his T-shirt at my face. I laughed at that, snapping out of it, but my eyes were on his as I held it to my nose and inhaled his fresh, masculine scent from it. He let out a little noise at that, and as he hooked his thumbs inside his briefs and skinned them down, I could see his big cock starting to rise. "You gonna join me, son?" he said, but I was already kicking my own boots off and hurriedly pushing my jeans down. Dad tossed his clothes on the hood of his old F250 and just watched. I always blushed a little at the way he looked at me when I undressed, proud to be observed so approvingly, but still a little shy about it, for some reason. But I tugged my T-shirt up and off, kicked off my boots, and shucked my jeans, tossing them up on the hood of the truck with his. I was already starting to tent my boxer briefs, and he let out another of those hungry little sounds at the sight of me like that, before I pushed them down my long legs. Then, naked, the sun warming every inch of my skin, I stepped over to the rocky bank to join him. "This is gonna change everything for us, son," he said quietly, as we surveyed our new domain. Nothing but the sounds of birds in the distance, barely even a trace of a breeze. "No... it's gonna make everything better, Dad," I said, and he turned and smiled so warmly at me, I felt my insides tingle. He reached over and took my hand, and both our cocks rose even further as we squeezed our fingers into each other. "A new start, buddy," he said. I lifted our joined hands and kissed the back of his, the skin a little rough and weathered and just perfectly him. "Together, Dad," I smiled. He grinned back, tugged on my hand, and we dove into the water of our lake together. "Oh shit that's cold!" I spluttered, coming up for air, feeling like my skin had shrunk two sizes on me. Though the air was warm with the early spring, the lake was still plenty chilly, but as my heart rate settled down a little, I started to feel invigorated. Dad let out a loud whoop beside me, and we laughed together before he snaked his big arms around me and drew me in. "Let me warm you up, little buddy," he grinned, his eyes bright as he pulled me up against the wet, muscled solidity of his strong body, and already my lips were parting to meet his in a kiss. We both moaned a little at the contact, at the warm, slick sensation of our tongues slipping inside each other's mouths, tender and intimate and passionate all at once. I forgot all about the chill of the water as we wrapped around each other and fell deeper into our tender, incestuous kiss, Dad's big hands slowly rubbing my back, warming my skin and exploring the muscles beneath it, as I did the same to him. Dad's hands slipped down to cup the muscles of my ass, pulling me in tighter to him, and I felt his big dick hardening again, despite the chill of the water. That set mine off, and he grunted approvingly into our kiss as our cocks grew together, against each other. My hands slid down to squeeze his muscular buttocks, loving how he flexed them up for me. He knew I loved his ass, the big, muscular solidity of it. We could spend a good chunk of time with him on his stomach, bent over the bed or the back of the couch, those big, chunky glutes flexed and spread wide as I buried my face between them and ate him out until we were both leaking. Sometimes, I'd get treated to the sight of that ass spread wide as it sank down the length of my cock, Dad seating himself on my big young dick before craning back up against my torso to feast on my lips and tongue as I planted myself deep inside of him. But not always. What I loved about us is how equal we were together now, how we shared everything. And best of all, how it felt to lay on my back, wrap my legs around his tight waist, and feel him sink home inside of me, filling me up with the cock he'd created me with, twenty-two years ago. Ever since the first time together, he could make me cum hands-free with that thick, solid dad cock of his, his arms wrapping me up tight, his tongue plunging deeply into my mouth to dance with mine as he fucked me slow and deep and lovingly, until my cum spurted up between the working muscles of our torsos, and he planted his deep inside of me for the hundredth time. The way Dad's thick fingers grazed up and down the insides of my crack now, sending tingles all through me, making my cock throb even harder against the furred muscles of his thick stomach, I was feeling that now. That need. The urge to be completely his, in the most intimate, forbidden way. I tightened my arms around his thick, suntanned neck and pushed my feet up, wrapping my athletic thighs around his torso as he growled approvingly into our tongue-plunging kiss. His hands braced my ass, then slid along the undersides of my thighs, back and forth, slow and lazy. There was no need to hurry anything. We were in our own world out here, on our own time. But I could feel the solid throb of his fat cockhead grazing over my hole, and that just fired the need in my belly even more. "God damn, I love you, son," he growled, as I tried to squeeze my glutes around his thick cock. "Love you too, Dad... I love us," I murmured against his lips, flicking my tongue inside his mouth real lightly, playfully. He made that approving, hungry little noise again, and fed me a solid helping of his tongue in another slow, wet, lazy kiss. "The money... it's not gonna change who we are, right son?" he said, and I knew he'd been worrying about that ever since he found out about the jackpot. He'd never say as much, but I could read him pretty well by now. "No way, Dad," I said, pressing my lips to his temple reassuringly. "It's gonna make more things possible for us, that's all." "Anything we want," he said quietly. "Anything at all, Dad... anything and everything. You and me, big guy." He kissed me again, full of passion and intensity, and I kissed him back just as deeply. We lost ourselves in it for several minutes, before he finally broke away, licking his lips to break the strand of our spit that connected them, and I grunted at the sheer hotness of that little gesture. "I know you're young, buddy, and you still gotta finish school and think about what you want to do next, and all that good stuff," he said, quiet but kind of intensely too. "And I know you and me... this... is real different. For both of us." I stayed quiet, let him come to his point in his own time, because that was his way. He didn't often say a lot, so when he did, he meant it. "But damn, I love it. I love you, kid. Not just the way we used to, like every other regular dad and son, but..." He broke off and looked at me hard, like he was trying to get me to read his mind. I felt my heart thud a little harder, because really, it was like he was reading mine instead. But I knew I had to let him say it for himself. "I love how you get me, and this, and us," he managed. "And even though it's wrong, how right it is too." "Yeah, it's wrong, sure, Dad," I murmured. "But shit... isn't that what we both love about it too? What makes it right for us?" I smiled at him, because fuck, at the end of the day, maybe the sexiest part of everything we'd been doing since I was 17 was just how taboo it all was. It was like the fire that fueled everything else. He growled hungrily at my words, and we kissed with more of that spit-soaked intensity we both felt when we talked about what we had, what we did, who we were. Father and son, become lovers. "I been thinking a lot about the future," he said when we eased back from that searing, intense kiss. "What we could do. Not just the house, and travel, and cars, all that stuff. About... freedom." He fell quiet again, and I rubbed the back of his strong neck slowly, feeling the bristles of hair at the base of his neck, touching him the way that I knew he liked being touched best. Let him slowly come out with everything. "The freedom to tell you... that I'm in love with you, son. That I want us to be together. Totally. As father and son, but as men, too. As family, completely." He had this look on his face, like he was almost scared to have said all that, but he sucked it up, released his hold on my thighs, and let my feet drift back to the lake bed until I was standing. Gave me a deep, meaningful look. And then slowly sank down onto one knee in the water. I felt my heart start to race, felt like I wanted to cry or something, a thousand things rushing through my head and churning inside of me, as he looked up at me and took my hand in his. "Guess there's no way to ask like a regular person would... not with who we are," he said, quietly. "But... will you be with me, son? Be mine?" With that, he leaned in and kissed my ring finger, and I felt my eyes prickle. Yeah, I tried to be a man like him, strong and tough and resolute, but hell... I'd been thinking about this for as long as I could remember. Been in love with my own father since I was a boy, that feeling growing over time, becoming clearer and stronger and scarier too, even as we'd crossed the lines and become who we were now. And now here we were, at the decisive point where it all came true. Free to be whatever we wanted for each other, with each other. "Yes, Dad..." I said, my voice a little husky with the intensity of everything. "God, yes, you got no idea..." I didn't trust myself to say anything more without bursting into tears or something, so I bent down quickly and kissed his soft, warm lips. Kissed him to show him how much I loved him, as a son and a man. As a partner. How much I wanted that future with him, father and son, together completely. Money or not. We kept on kissing as he bundled me up in his big arms again, lifting me up to cling to him like I was a little kid, not a full-grown man in my own right. His full-grown man, but still he carried me up and out of the water, up onto the rocky shore of our lake, up to the truck. We stopped kissing long enough for me to grab the old bedroll he kept in the back of the cab and the bottle of KY from the glove compartment - and christ, how fucking hot it always was that he was so prepared for our time together like that - and him to drop the tailgate, not saying a word as we worked quick to make a place to be together. We scrambled up into the bed of the truck, moving smoothly together as I lay back under the big sky and he slid up between my muscled thighs, running his hands along them as he locked eyes with me, leaning in to kiss me as his big, thick, incredibly hard father cock pushed up against the tightness of me, and then slowly, steadily, powerfully all the way inside me. My cries echoed out across the lake, across all the empty land that belonged to us now, matched with his deeper moans, the old truck squeaking on its springs as my father fucked his way deeper into my depths. Getting inside me as deeply as he could, physically and otherwise. Filling me up, in every way. My toes curled, our muscles flexed, our tongues lashed and danced as we fed each other our spit and our lust, locked together in the most taboo, but beautiful embrace. Christening our new home, our new life together. Seeding the ground for what was to come. Dad fucked the cum out of me with passion and determination, striking my prostate repeatedly as he ran his hands over my muscled young body almost marvelingly, like he did every time since our first time. Like he couldn't quite believe his luck, that we were really doing this. But we were, and my seed was the proof of it, fountaining out of my hard young cock and across the muscles of my stomach, clear up to my pecs, as I moaned and grunted and shot, clutching the thick, bulging muscles of his powerful arms. "Cum for me, Dad," I moaned, reaching round him to clutch the powerful muscles of his ass as he grunted and gritted his teeth and plowed into me. "Cum in me... husband." "Aw FUCK!" he yelled, his big, muscled body as hard and defined as a statue as he locked eyes with me and bred his load inside of me. "Damn, I love you so much, son," he panted, his forehead sweaty against mine, his cock still thick inside of me as we held each other in the afterglow. "Gonna make an incredible life together, buddy. You'll see." "We already are, Dad," I said, and he smiled real big before kissing me, slow and deep. The house was pretty much done by the summer. I'd come straight up from Georgia after graduation to pitch in alongside him and the work crew, because we both wanted to get our hands deep into the building of the place. Truly make it our own. It wasn't a big house, not at all extravagant, because that's not who we were. Clean, modern, a few bedrooms and a huge wall of glass facing our lake. Just the right size for two men to make a life together. "And who knows," Dad said, as we walked down the new dock on a warm late-June evening, hand in hand. The feeling of the platinum ring he'd slid onto my finger right here on the dock, our first night here in the new house, was still strange, but wonderful too. I knew he felt the same, the way his fingers rubbed over it and the matching one he wore, even when he wasn't aware he was doing it. "Maybe room to start a family..." He blushed, looked away, like he was ashamed to say something like that. Like he didn't know I was completely on the same page as him. Like it didn't stoke that fire deep in my loins the way everything about our perfect, forbidden love together did. I took Dad's hand and guided it to the front of my shorts, where my cock was growing already at the idea of it - of me and my father, raising kids together. He let out a little grunt of surprise and lust as I pulled him to me and kissed him, deep and wet and lustily. "Freedom, Dad," I said when we parted. "To be who we want. Whatever we want." "Gonna be an incredible life together, son," he grinned, this time guiding my hand to the epic paternal bulge in his shorts. I grinned back, reached up and popped the button, letting them fall to the dock, then guided his hand to mine to do the same. He chuckled as we yanked our shirts up and off, and then we were naked and completely free. "Let's get it started then, my man," I said, taking his hand and leaping off the end of the dock with him, into our lake and our future together.