Date: Wed, 18 Feb 2015 13:08:37 -0500 From: Bob Roberts Subject: Lobbyist's Son, Part III This story is total fiction, loosely inspired by 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 to bobroberts0009@gmail.com Part III: Three more years passed and much stayed the same. My father remained an arrogant prick. Our massage ritual continued every night we were alone, always ending with him roughfucking my ever willing ass or throat at least once per night. My general dislike for him hadn't changed, nor had my love for the sex. Weird, unhealthy perhaps, but it worked for both of us. And the feel of his Rolex and the taste of his cigar smoke fueled my sexdrive more and more and more. Again, weird perhaps, but it's my cock and my fetishes and it all felt damn good together. Some things had changed though. I was now taller than him. Not as strong as him, but nonetheless decently muscular for my age. More importantly to me, my cock was now bigger than his. Identical in shape - fat midsection and bulbous mushroom head - but at least one inch longer. That did tons for my ego and probably really rattled his. I'd also started watching a lot of porn online. Fuckporn, mainly. Despite my status as a 100% bottom, it was the tops who I invariably found myself focusing on. And it was the tops who I fantasized about being. Over time, I decided that mine and my dad's roles needed to change. Just a matter of manning up and making it happen. My 15th birthday was just like all the others. No present from him, and a half-hearted "Happy Birthday" at best. The main thing on his mind that night was getting a rubdown and sticking his boyfucker into one of my holes. As always, I was in his study massaging his neck soon after he got home. Him in nothing but expensive boxers, Rolex, and a Crown & Coke. Soon his meat was pounding the back of my throat. Sweet cigar smoke and profanity filled the room. Seemed like just another night. "Get up here, boy," he ordered. "Sit your sweet little cunt down on your dad's cock. I've had a hell of a day. Birthday or not, I'm gonna rape that little ass and there ain't shit you're gonna do about it. Not that you'd complain anyway. Tight damn pussy loves this dick up in there. Gonna cream you good tonight, boy. Your fuckin pussy is gonna remember this one." My father was right. I was going to remember that night. As I sucked him, and as he prepared to enter me, it really hit me just how much my cock outsized his. At least an inch like I said, maybe even an inch and a half. That ego boost, in that moment, turned me into someone new. I'd already begun teasing his cockhead with my hole. My hands were already steadied on his shoulders to brace for his rough entry. But something in me snapped. I took the cigar from his mouth and placed it in my own. My grip on his shoulders tightened. Catching him off guard, I quickly and easily flipped him over onto his stomach. Snatching the lube out of his hand, my nearly 8 inches of teenmeat was slicked up before he could even react. "Get the fuck off me," I heard. "No, you son of a bitch," I answered. "Tonight I'm the one who get a tight pussy" My cock was already entering him every bit as roughly as he would enter me. My father cried out and struggled, but I was strong enough to keep him pinned. Being able to hold him down like that sent my ego into total overdrive. "Struggle all you want, fucker. You're gonna take this big cock and the louder you cry the harder I'm gonna pound you." Apparently he didn't believe me because he continued to cry out and resist. True to my word, I shoved balls-deep and then with long hard thrusts I quickly deposited my first load of cum into my father's tight, muscled ass. Being 15, and it being my first, it didn't take long. On top of the world over what I'd just done, I unsnapped the Rolex from his arm and replaced it with my $30 Ironman. The smoke of his cigar poured from my mouth as I snapped the Rolex onto my own wrist. That was a statement, and it was a statement that my cock liked a lot. My father got no chance to recover from the first fuck before I was breeding him again. Rough, hard, long thrusts, just like the ones I'd been regularly taking for three years. His muffled protests were drowned out by the profanity that shot out of me in clouds of smoke. "Looks like I'm the one who's found a nice tight pussy to fuck. Probably found a cocksucker too. Gonna get used to this. Ram my cock in this tight little cunt. Feels pretty damn good, huh? Don't fuckin care whether it does or not cause you're gonna like it and you're gonna fuckin take it whenever I .... aah, aauugghh ..." My second load was boiling up in my nuts. Following my father's example, I held him tightly around the neck as I came, the cold steel of his Rolex - no, MY Rolex - harsh against his throat. "Fuuuuuuuccckkk," I drilled my second load all the way inside him, one huge spurt after another. Damn. Panting, sweating, I was still on fire. Looking down at the Rolex now adorning my wrist, I still wanted more. Now I wanted my father's cock in me, but it was going to be on my terms. I flipped him back into a seated position. His facial expression was one of total shock, a man who truly didn't know what had just hit him. His mind may have been stunned but his cock was still at full erection. I took one more deep haul off his cigar and then returned it to his lips. "Now what were you saying about raping my ass?," I taunted. Quickly lubing him up, I sat down on him hard, taking most of his dick inside me immediately. My taunting continued as I pinned him down and bucked him rough. "Yeah, stick your dadcock up in this boypussy. Fuckin rape it. You own it, right? Then cream it up, fucker. I ain't complaining. I said fuck it! You're the dad, right? Then fuck it like you own it!" Stunned or not, my father reacted. Smoke pouring from his mouth, he tightly grabbed my hips and bred me hard. His ever-present arrogance slowly returned even though I had him dominantly pinned. "Yeah," he muttered, "this is how it's supposed to be. Stick this fat cock inside this boypussy and make you fuckin like it. Fuck you hard like you've never been fucked. I made you and I'll take this ass whenever I ... uh, oh, aaww, aaauuuggghhh!" His fuck lasted no longer than mine. Pinned to the couch by his cockhungry teen, my father drilled into me what felt like his biggest load ever. Sweat pouring off of me and mixing with his, I held him down and told him to keep going. "Fuckin right boy," his arrogance continued to return, "gonna seed this fuckin cunt again. Show you who's fuckin in charge. Fuck you rougher than you fucked me, you pussy. You tight damn boypussy." The cursing grew as he pounded me. Ironic a bit, as I still had him pinned and he was going to fuck me whether he wanted to or not. Soon huge clouds of smoke and unintelligible profanity signaled another load of mancum delivered full into my ass. I jacked hard as he came, and my nearly 8-incher spewed a third load onto his face and hairy chest. Spent and dazed, we stared at each other until I pulled off him. "Thanks for the Rolex, man. Best fuckin birthday present ever." I tossed a towel at him as I headed to the shower, telling him, "You'd better clean up, boy." _______________ To be continued.