Date: Sun, 4 Jan 2015 09:28:50 -0500 From: Bob Roberts Subject: Lobbyist's Son - Part II This story is total fiction, loosely inspired by bits of real events that have happened in my life. It involves a minor willingly engaging in sex with his father. If that bothers you, or if you should not be reading this for any reason, please stop. And if you're someone who thinks about taking advantage of immature and unwilling minors in real life, please rethink that. We weren't put here to hurt other people. And please remember that nifty needs our support to keep offering free hot porn. :) http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Comments are definitely welcomed - bobroberts0009@gmail.com Part II: My boydick continued to mature over the next couple of years. By age 12, my three-incher was now pushing five and was starting to show some of the fatness and mushroom head that made my father's cock such a fine sucktool. Beyond that, not much had changed. My father was still a jerk. His dick still filled my young mouth at every opportunity and he was never particularly nice about it, but I nonetheless still craved that meat every bit as much as he craved my throat. My twelfth birthday was typical for him. No present (my mother took care of that) and just a half-hearted "Happy Birthday." Well, no present other than the fact that he'd decided that at age 12 I was now old enough to be fucked. Per our routine, I was in his study that night massaging his neck soon after he got home. Him in nothing but his boxers, Rolex and a Crown & Coke, me stripped down to boxers as well. As always, the room was slowly filling up with the aroma of his cigar. By 12, I'd already completely associated cigars (and Rolexes for that matter) with sex, fetishes that I carry with me still. Also per routine, my father's cock was soon out of his boxers and my hungry young mouth was on it - licking, slurping, deep throating, teasing his bulbous head with my tongue - just a normal night's work fueled by his moans and his endless stream of profanity. Precum and cigar smoke tickled my taste buds and I knew I'd soon be swallowing another hot load of the seed that made me. Surprisingly, though, he ordered me to stop. Pulling me up onto the sofa, he grabbed a tube of lubricant and slicked up his throbbing tool. My father shoved me face down onto the cushions. "You're one hell of a little cocksucker, but you're old enough now that it's time for me to find out what this tight boypussy feels like." I was shocked, a bit panicked even, although I'd seen enough porn that I'd begun fantacizing about having his meat inside me. None of those feelings mattered though, as he was quickly on top of me. He still outsized me considerably at that age and I couldn't get away even if I wanted to. Never much for tenderness or foreplay, my father swiftly lubed my virgin hole and shoved his dickhead through the barrier. I cried out - just from shock, really - but I was soon overcome by how damn good it felt. "Shut the fuck up, boy. I've waited long enough to take this little ass and it's going to happen. Not a goddamn thing you're gonna do about it." My father pushed me face down to muffle the cry that by then had already ended. "Go on, do it fucker," I thought, "Let's see what you've fuckin got." I felt most of his weight on top of me as he rammed in balls-deep. Fuck, that felt amazing! My body was still tense but my small ass was totally relaxed. Cigar clenched in his teeth, my father pounded me mercilessly with his hairy fit chest atop my tender back. "Goddamn, you fuckin like this boy. You like your daddy's cock up there don't you? Fuck this pussy's tight!" My face still pressed into the sofa, all I could muster in response was a "mmmph" as he drilled away, the mushroom head and thick midpole perfectly hitting my young prostate. The most intense load of my young life immediately shot into the towel below me. My spasms were obvious. "Fuckin right," he spat out through a cloud of smoke. "You fuckin get off having a studcock raping that little pussy, don't you boy? Good thing 'cause I'm never gonna stop taking this hole. Every night boy, every goddamn night! I made this fuckin pussy and I'm gonna goddamn own it, you little fuck!" My father slid down behind me, arms wrapped tight as his boyfucker pistoned me relentlessly. Left arm around my throat, the steel of his Rolex cold and hard against my skin. Cigar in his right hand just inches from my hungry mouth, smoke infusing my every deep breath. The harder he fucked, the tighter his grasp became. My five inches had not gone down at all after cumming - in fact I was probably even harder. I jacked furiously, matching the intensity of his fuck. My father then dominantly forced his cigar into my mouth. "I'm getting ready to fill this pussy up and you need something to suck on, you little cocksucker." I happily complied, exhaling stream after stream of creamy smoke as my father's familiar moans and curses grew behind me. As he forced his seed as deep as it could go, the warmth of his cum and the taste of his cigar in my mouth drove me to another boygasm. My five incher sprayed its massive load across the room. Moans, "fucks", and creamy smoke poured from my 12-year-old mouth like the father who'd just taken my virginity. He held onto me for a minute or two but neither of us were spent. Mumbles of "tight fuckin boycunt" again began passing his lips, and his 6.5 inches resumed their deep thrusting. The cold steel of his Rolex harsh against my throat, the cigar alternating between his lips and mine, my prick of a father continued his amazing boyfuck. Goddamn that felt good. My five inches were still rock hard - without a doubt the hardest my cock had ever been. The fullness of my father's thick meat dominantly fucking his boy, the intoxication of his creamy smoke. I wildly jacked my young manhood as I heard his familiar build-up in my ears. "Goddamn stud fuckin this boypussy. Tight little ass on my stud cock. Your daddy goddamn owns this little ...." Words trailed off into moans as he again deepbred my virgin hole. Ramming the cigar back into my lips, my father unloaded his second batch of warm seed deep inside me. Again the heat of his semen and the taste of the cigar drove a huge load out of my boycock. My kidseed again sprayed across the room. My father held me tightly for a few more minutes. Dominantly, not affectionately. He continued to slowly thrust. We each shot one last load of what little cum we had left. And he was through. "Damn, boy, you'd better clean up," was all I heard. Again, though, I didn't fuckin mind. Hell, I'd just had sex. And it was fantastic. ________________ This story will be continued with a few more chapters. Roles and balance of power will shift considerably.