Date: Sat, 13 Jul 2019 16:24:39 -0400 From: Tagen Subject: Random Tails-Are-You-Fucking-Crazy Please donate to Nifty to keep this site running for all our fun. This is of course all fantasy and such real life conduct is not condoned Or encouraged Are you fucking crazy ( a love story for Mark ) by Tagenhard tagenhard@gmail.com tagenhard@tutanota.com "Are you fucking crazy, you sick little fuck?" That's my dad screaming at me. He's funny when he yells, his face gets all red and a small vein bulges out on the side of his forehead, his nostrils flare out and he spits as he yells the words. I turned and started to walk away from him. "Where the fuck you going?" He sputtered at me. I stopped turning back to look at him, "Just think about it." I said calmly and then turned back away and left the room. I could hear the anger in his breathing. So yes I know your wondering why he's mad at me and why he's letting me walk away without punishing me or grounding me or something. He's mad because I want him to hire me a male hooker to have sex with. Why do I want him to hire me one? Because I don't have any money, I'm only nine for fucks sake. And why do I want him to hire me a male hooker? Because I want to have sex with a man. Of course it would be easier if dad would just have sex with me but he's all straight and no way was he gonna have sex with his son. I already had that conversation. He had a vein throbbing on his forehead and one in his neck during that talk. Okay now I know you want to know why he would ever consider hiring a male hooker for his nine year old son to have sex with. Oh, did I mention that I wanted him to stay and watch us have sex? Another question? Is that all you do is ask questions? Your worse than mom when I stay out all day with out her knowing where I was. Let me start over and then you might understand why dad is blowing a gasket. Hi, my name is Marcus and as I said I'm nine, I know I'm gay even though I haven't had sex yet. I like to look at pictures of naked men on the internet and watching movies of guys having sex, you know sucking each other's cocks and shoving them in each other's assholes. I've tried to flirt with some men hoping they would want to have sex with me, but either I'm doing it wrong or their just not interested. I don't think it's because I'm ugly, because everyone says what a cutie I am. Anyway, I noticed my dad acting weird whenever the neighbor girl was around. She's 12 and pukie like girls are. She giggles a lot around dad and wears real short skirts and a bikini top when she comes around. She only seems to visit dad when he's alone in his garage workshop or in the backyard when he's doing yard work shirtless. Dad only does that when mom's not home. As I said I noticed him acting weird and started to spy on them. One day mom was gone and he was doing his yard work shirtless like I said he does. She was over and they were talking softly back and forth and she would giggle now and then. I grabbed my cell phone and went to the garage and hid myself in a pile of storage that mom had been yelling at him to clean up but he hadn't done yet. It was shortly after that; they both came in and dad closed the garage door behind him. As soon as the door was closed, he was pulling her clothes off and she was giggling the whole time. She had small bumps on her chest and between her legs it was smooth with a pink gash. It all looked yucky. Dad picked her up and sat her on the workbench and pushed her back, he raised her legs and pushed his face into her gash while he was pulling off his pants. Once his pants dropped to the dirty cement floor, I could see his cock was hard and throbbing. I don't know how big it is but it looked huge to me, long and lots of blue veins and thick to. He moved his head away and stood up straight then moved so his cock was touching her pink spot and shoved it in her. She moaned all girly like while he fucked her and he called her naughty names. She said he was better at fucking her than her boyfriend or her brother or any of her brother's friends. Dad just kept ramming his hard cock in her while he called her more naughty names. And I filmed it all on my phone, then sent myself a copy to my email and copied that to a portable hard drive which I hid. One day when mom was gone and dad was in the garage I walked in and closed the door. Dad looked at me but didn't say anything till I ran my hand and across his crotch. He shoved me away causing me to land on the floor on my butt. He yelled "What the fuck was I doing?" Dad liked to use the word fuck a lot when he yelled. I said I wanted to know what his cock felt like hard, like when he let Susy feel it. Well I almost burst out laughing at how big his eyes got and red his face got, but I didn't. He yelled he had no idea what the fuck I was talking about. So I held out my phone and showed him the video. Then he really got mad, if he was a cartoon he would have had steam blowing out of his ears. He started to call me names and what a punk I was for spying on him and that he ought to spank the crap out of me, then he erased the video from my phone. Okay so laughing at him then probably wasn't the smartest thing to do but then like I said I'm only 9. He screamed at me wanting to know what was so fucking funny. I took my phone back did some quick button work and then showed him the video was back. I knew dad didn't know anything about the cloud. When I showed him, I had the video again his shoulders slumped down a little and asked what the hell I wanted. I explained to him I was gay and that I wanted him to have sex with me. Well that set him off again and by the time he stopped screaming, mom was pulling into the driveway, so that ended that conversation. So I approached dad today and said if he didn't want to have sex with me then he should hire me a male hooker. I explained it would be safer that me putting myself out there online and meeting a total stranger. It made sense to me, but dad just saw it as another reason to yell. And when I suggested he should watch to make sure the guy didn't hurt me, the yelling got louder, his words got wetter as spit flew from his mouth as he screamed. So I told him to just think about it and left. I think that brings you back to where I started. Dad and I haven't been alone for the past two days, so it wasn't until today when mom went grocery shopping, that we got to talk again. "Marcus, I want you to erase that video." Dad said as an order. "Um, no." I replied simply. I could see his face starting to get red but he didn't yell. "I can't do what you want me to do son. You're just a kid." "Suzy's just a kid." I returned. "Suzy's a slut." He shot back at me. "Well I think mom or her parents or the police would say she's a kid." I didn't say I would show them the video but the hint of the threat was there. "Marcus, I don't care if you want to be gay, just go out and find some kids your age and play with each other like curious little boys do." He tried to sound understanding. "But dad." I tried not to whine as I said it. "I want to play with big hard man-sized cocks. Cocks that are bigger than my hand and will shoot out cum when I stuff my mouth with it. A cock that will stretch my asshole open bigger than the bananas do." "Fucking internet." Dad muttered. "I told your mom we needed to put site blocking software on it." "And mom asked me about that." I explained. "After I told her how it worked and how to do it, she realized that it would be kinda useless since I know more about it that either of you." "Fuck." He muttered using that favorite word again. "Do you realize what would happen if anyone saw that video?" "Yes I do, I know it won't make life easy for me but I also know it will make things worse for you." I replied trying not to sound gleeful about it. "Fucker." He snapped at me. I didn't smart off and point out that he was the one fucking a little girl, giving me this advantage. "I don't even know how to find a male hooker." He remarked. "I do." I returned. "Yes of course you do." He shot back. "Let me think some more." He said as he walked out of the room. So last night dad came into my room wearing just a bathrobe and sat down on the edge of my bed. "If I let you watch me get myself hard and jerk off till I cum, will you delete the video?" He asked calmly. I tilted my head a little like I was thinking about it. "You let me watch you jerk off and we can discuss it as you do it." I offered back. He sighed. "When did you become such a little ass wipe?" "Mom says I'm getting to be more like you every day." I smiled back. "I don't think she means it in a nice way though." I added. Dad did chuckle at that before he sighed again and started to open his robe. I like seeing my dad's body, his chest is hairy and he has dark nipples. Yea he has a bit of a gut on him but not to bad yet. Lots of hair curls around his cock and balls. Dad wrapped his fingers around his meat and began stroking it. He had his eyes closed as it got bigger and longer, I'm sure he was thinking of Susy but that was okay for now. I reached out to touch his balls but he growled at me. "I didn't say you could touch." "Not even a little?" I whined. "I'm not a faggot whose gonna let some little boy touch me, much less my own son." He gruffed. It was my turn to sigh. "How big is your cock?" I asked watching him stroke it. "I think 8 inches, maybe a little bigger." He answered. "I can measure it for you." I offered. "Nice try." He smirked. "But I said no touching. So, I'm letting you watch me jerk off, why don't you just go ahead and delete that video." "Nice try." I echoed his words. "I said we could discuss it if you let me watch you." "What's to discuss? I'm not having sex with you and I'm not hiring a hooker for you." He stated firmly. "That's your choice." I replied as I picked up my phone and did some tapping, then put it back down. "What did you just do?" He asked with a scowl and he let go of his cock. I watched his hard on throb in the air as if it was protesting the sudden lack of attention. I reached out to touch it but he pushed me away causing me to fall off my bed and on the floor. Dad stood up and glared down at me, his cock bounced slightly in front of him. "I asked you, what did you do?" He repeated as he began to pull his robe closed and the wonderful sight disappeared. I glared up at him. "Talk to Susy tomorrow. Mom will be gone so you can fuck her again." Dad looked at me puzzled but then just left the room. It was Saturday afternoon and mom was out as usual on Saturday when dad ventured out into the backyard shirtless to make believe he was gonna do some yard work, I was watching from a second floor window when I saw Susy come dashing over. I couldn't hear them but her arms were flinging all around as it appeared, she was yelling at him. Dad looked worried and a bit timid at the fit she was throwing. Then she stormed off. Dad had been holding a trowel in his hand and he tossed it down hard with it sticking in the ground like he hand tossed a knife. He turned, looked at the house with his face getting red and walked toward the back door. I knew there was going to be a lot of the use of the word fucking coming soon. And of course, I was right. The back door slammed closed, "Marcus getting your fucking ass in the kitchen now you fucking fuck." I wondered if dad would get mad if I bought him a "How to improve your vocabulary" book for Father's Day? I came to a dead stop in the kitchen doorway. I didn't want to go into the room so I would have a head start in case I need to run. "You fucking conniving ass wipe." He seethed at me. Of course, I knew he was mad because I had sent a copy of the video to Susy and she obviously wasn't happy to know there was a video of her being the slut she was. I actually thought she would be proud of it, since it showed her doing what she does so well. I didn't say anything. "Did you send it to anyone else?" "Not so far." I replied honestly. "Well," Dad's voice softened some. "She's a slut but doesn't want proof of her being a slut." Dad chuckled at the oddness of that. "She says I'll never get my dick in her again unless I get you to delete that video." Dad sighed. "She also sees nothing wrong with me giving you what you want in trade for making that happen." "Really?" I was surprised. "Actually, she said you deserve a hard cock up your ass for being such a little shit." I was seeing hope here. "So, what you going to do?" I asked hopefully. Dad looked at me hard, "You absolutely promise to delete all copies of that video if I get you laid." "I promise, cross my heart." I responded crossing my heart as I did. "Man, I hope I don't regret this." He rubbed his hand over his face and sighed again. "How do we find a hooker for you?" With a big smile on my face I whipped out my cell phone and showed him a male escort website that had guys advertising locally. Dad seemed genuinely surprised that there was such a thing. He scrolled thru the guys listed, all the way from some barely legal twinks to some older, beefy guys. "What makes you think that any of these guys will want to have sex with you? It's illegal you know." Dad said as he scrolled. "Well of course we have to start out with them thinking it's you that's hiring them and then we hope they go along with it when it turns out to be me." I explained. "But still, that might be a hard sell." "I was interested in Roland here." I pointed out a 40-year-old Latin guy. "In his description he says he's up for anything, nothing is to wild or kinky. Dad studied his profile. "He's older than me and wow his dick looks bigger to." Dad was more or less just commenting out loud. "I will admit he's an attractive guy for his age and he sure keeps his body buff." Dad kinda sucked in his gut as he said that. "What the fuck? 2 hundred dollars." Dad's voice raised. "You fucking expect me to pay two fucking hundred dollars to get you fucked?" "Well." I started but he cut me off. "I know I could fuck you but that ain't happening. I could also strip you naked and tie you to a tree down by the river where all the faggots go." "Where's that?" I asked not knowing such a place existed. "I don't know?" He replied exasperated. "I'm sure there is such a place but how the fuck would I know where it is." I was disappointed but I knew I had a future goal of figuring that out. "Okay what do I do?" Dad asked. I clicked on the contact button and an explanation came up that it was best to text him and state that you saw him on this site. He would get back in touch when he could. Even though the cell phone was for me it was of course registered under dad's name. I typed in "Hi saw you on rent --- and would like to get together. Names Marcus, hope to hear from you." I showed it to dad. "I don't think you should use your real name." He commented. "I'm not, He will think your Marcus, remember." I pointed out as I clicked send. "Now we wait." It was during dinner that my phone pinged. Mom didn't allow cell phone use during our dinners so I had to ignore it which just made the meal seem to take forever. I tried to eat faster but got a stern lecture about gulping my food and just had to wait it out. I could tell dad was enjoying my agony of patience. After thanking mom for a wonderful meal, I asked to be excused. Dad pipped up and asked if I could help him for a moment in his workshop. Standing side by side with dad I extracted my phone from my pocket. I got the impression he was maybe nervous like I was. I turned it on and there was a return text from Roland. "Hi Marcus, when were you hoping to get together and what you looking for?" I looked at dad. "Tomorrow?" I suggested. We were supposed to go to a friend's soccer game, so mom was expecting us to leave the house anyway. "But where would we meet?" Dad commented. "Maybe he will have an idea." I offered. Dad took the phone from me and typed in. Hoping for tomorrow after 10, It's my first time so not really sure what I want." Dad sent it and Roland responded right away. "Let me guess, your married with kids and this is something new you want to explore." "Yes, very nervous about this but it's something I have to do." Dad was right about that I thought. "Cool man, I'll be very patient and make the whole experience something you'll really enjoy. We can explore your boundaries and see and see what gets you off. Tomorrow at 11 works for me. Where?" Dad sent back. "It can't be at my place; I'm hoping you have something." "I've used the Gold Lamp Inn outside of town before. Get a room there and then text me the room number." Dad looked at me. "You really sure you want to do this?" "Yes." I replied "I'll do it but you have to promise that you'll delete the video even if he says no. I'm not going to go through this over and over till we find the right guy. I can't afford that." I hadn't thought about what to do if he said no and I guess dad was right it wasn't fair to him to make him do this more than once. "I promise I will delete the video even if he says no." I replied. "Okay." Dad stated and texted back "Tomorrow at 11 at Gold Lamp Inn, I'll get the room before that and text you." Roland texted back "You'll have a good time, I promise." The night lasted forever and I started to worry that Roland might actually say no. But his profile said anything goes so I was really trying to be hopeful. Sunday morning, we took off with mom telling us to have a good time and if I wasn't so nervous I probably would have laughed at that. The Gold Lamp Inn was an ugly looking place. Dad commented that the place was know as some where to take a hooker and you could rent the rooms by the hour. He had me scoot down in the back seat. He said he didn't want to draw attention by having some one see a kid here. Dad parked and went inside to get a room, he was back pretty quick and commented that we got a room at the end so it would be easier to sneak me in. He moved the car to the end of the lot and had me wait while he went and unlocked the room. Once the door was open, I jumped out of the car and dashed into the room. I didn't think it was to bad, but dad commented what a dump it was. "Well here goes everything." He mused as he texted the room number to Roland. "How you want to play this?" He asked me after Roland acknowledged "I'll hide in the bathroom till he gets in the room and you close and lock the door. Then I'll come out and explain what's up." It was 5 to 11 and dad pulled a small bottle out of his pocket and opened it. "What's that?" I asked. "Bourbon." He replied as he swigged half of it. I must have made a face at him. "What, I need something to relax me. For fuck sake, I have to sit and watch you have sex with some faggot hooker that your blackmailing me into paying for. I should have brought a bigger bottle." He swigged the rest and tossed the bottle into the trash can. A knock at the door sent me dashing into the bathroom, where I kept it cracked open just enough that I could see into the room. I saw dad hesitate at the door before opening it. "Hi, Marcus?" A masculine voice greeted. Dad was blocking the view of the door so I only heard the voice. Again dad hesitated, apparently forgetting the name switch, then replied "Oh yea, hi, come in." Dad's voice was obviously nervous and he didn't project that usual strength and confidence he had. Dad stepped aside and Roland came into view, he was everything his pictures showed him to be. My little prick came to attention and I rubbed my hand across it. Roland stepped into the room and dropped a small backpack on a chair as dad closed and locked the door. In a smooth and mellow voice Roland began. "It being your first time, I know your nervous." Roland was removing his shirt as he talked. "But we can just relax and take it slow and easy." Roland was gorgeous I thought. A built chest with large brown nipples surrounded by swirls of hair, his stomach was flat and his arms muscular. Roland reached out and placed a hand on dad's shoulder but dad jerked away. "It's cool dude." Roland soothed. "We'll just go at your own pace. Why don't we start with you just taking your shirt off? That's simple enough, just two dudes talking with our shirts off, nothing threatening about that." I pulled my shirt off and was surprised to see dad unbuttoning his also. I followed taking my shirt off with kicking my shoes off and pulling my pants off, so I was now only in my socks. "Not bad, not bad." Roland commented once dad had his shirt off. Did dad blush? I wondered. "You a sports guy?" Roland asked casually. That caught dad by surprise and he stammered back. "Ah yea the usual baseball and football, don't play anymore, obviously." Dad shook his little pot belly and chuckled nervously. "Well a few less beers and maybe some time in the gym and you could be back into playing shape in no time." Roland smiled. "I also do body training, if you want to consider that." Roland had inconspicuously unbuttoned the top of his pants and slid down the zipper as he had talked. He spread the flaps of the pants open and you could see he wasn't wearing underwear. His curly hairs were in view. "There's nothing more natural than a bunch of guys working out and sweating in the gym, the smell of masculinity and the good-natured camaraderie. The talking about life and sports while in the locker room getting naked and ready for that shower or sauna after." Roland was just talking in a smooth but casual voice as his pants slid down his legs. I thought dad was maybe hypnotized as he just watched and listened. "The relaxing heat of a sauna or the hot water of the shower shared with other naked guys, just feels right." Roland now stood naked after stepping out of his pants. His cock was slightly plumped up but no where near hard. "Tell me what it is you want and how I can help make that happen." Rolled off of Roland's tongue. A visible shake went thru dad, I was afraid he might get cold feet so I decided to reveal myself as I stepped naked out of the bathroom. Roland turned and looked at me and a smile came across his face. "Now this is kinky." He commented, then looked back to dad. "What's the game plan, sport?" Dad stammered so I jumped in. "Dad hired you for me, it's me you're here to have sex with." I surprised myself at how calmly and boldly I said it. I stepped over to stand in front of Roland as I talked. Roland reached out and ran his fingers thru my hair. "Now why would daddy pay to have an old man like me molest his little boy?" "Not molest me but have sex with me. I wanna have man sex." I declared. "The little fuckers blackmailing me." And dad was coming back to himself with his favorite word. "I know this isn't an entrapment set up because the law can't use real kids or especially naked ones." Roland stated. "But I do want an explanation before I go anywhere with this." I explained about the video I had of Dad and that dad wasn't willing to have sex with me so he had to find someone who would, and that dad had to watch to make sure I didn't get hurt. Roland laughed. "Well kudos to you dad on scoring the young snatch." Dad grinned a little at the compliment. "And kudos to you young man for knowing what you want and going for it. I have a feeling your going to have your hands full with this one." "Little fuckers like I was when I was a kid." Dad laughed back. "Except for the faggot thing." He added quickly. "So why don't you get naked daddy and take a seat and enjoy the show." Roland suggested. "Why the fuck do I need to be naked?" Dad muttered. I gave dad a look and he backed down. He was of course totally soft as he sat down and faced the bed where Roland had already sprawled himself out and I then climbed up between his legs. "It's your show young boss, do what you want." Roland commented as he leaned back against the headboard. I took a position between his legs but started out by reaching out and running my hands across his hard chest and stomach. "How old are you, young boss." Roland asked with his smooth voice. "Nine." I replied as I squeezed his pecs. "A good age to start," Roland stated. "I was eight when I started to have sex." "A fucking faggot then already." Dad snorted. "No, I was fucking my younger sister and my mom." Roland shot back unperturbed by dad's insult. "I didn't do guys until I was 14." I wish these two would shut the fuck up. I'm trying to be sexy and desirable here, I'm feeling up a man for the first time in my life and they want to talk. I pulled at his nipples and he moaned softly, well at least he stopped talking. I liked the feel of his strong muscles and the hair on his chest, the raw man of him. Why dad liked that soft squishy skin of a girl I don't understand. My hands touched the wiry hairs on his arms and I squeezed his biceps. Looking up I saw he was just smiling down at me and enjoying me enjoying myself. No judgement, no rejection, just acceptance of me wanting what I want. Then again maybe that's what guys who get paid to do this stuff, do. I don't know, I just know I liked it and it made me feel warm and wanted. My hands took a trip down the firm tanned legs before raising up and daring to touch his most private of places. His balls were shaved clean and I traced my finger across them gently, then across the underside of his hard cock as it laid against his belly. His cock was bigger than dads, not by much but bigger all the same. The flesh was warm and soft but the shaft was hard as I slipped my fingers around it. I started to cry. "Hey what's wrong bud?" Roland questioned as he put his hand on my shoulder comfortingly. "I just so fucking happy." I announced thru my sobs. "I'm actually touching a hard cock." Roland chuckled and I heard dad snort. "Well you just go ahead and make yourself happy." Roland soothed. Why can't my dad be cool like Roland I wondered? With my fingers around the hard cock I started to stroke it up and down and watched the skin roll back and forth. Roland still had his hand on my shoulder as I played with his great, wonderful amazing cock. I was mesmerized by the sight of it, the feel of it. Roland moved his hand to my head and I felt him apply slight pressure pushing my face down to his meat. I knew what he wanted, I knew what I wanted. I stuck my tongue out and slid it across the warm shaft of throbbing flesh. "Yes." I heard him hiss. I swirled my tongue around his cock head before closing my lips around the crown. "Let your inner cocksucker come out." Roland encouraged as I drew more into my mouth. I lowered my head till I gagged on the throbbing shaft. "Don't rush it, enjoy it, and savor it." Roland soothed as I backed off from his cock. I lowered my head again and sucked the manhood into my small 9 year old mouth. "Be the cocksucker you were born to be." The words rolled off Roland's tongue with warmth and care as I started to now bob my head up and down on my first ever cock, the first of what I hoped would be many in the years to come. I felt like crying again, I was so happy to finally be a cocksucker, but I held back the tears of joy and concentrated on my task at hand. Roland was now holding my head and helping to guide me up and down his manhood. "Yea suck me little one." Roland growled. "I love a young boy on my cock, I taught my sons when they were younger than you." Roland increased his speed of bouncing my head up and down, but I kept up with it. "Yea you're a true cocksucker." Roland chuckled. I reached back and rubbed my fingers across my asshole as I now was getting face fucked. I pushed a finger or two in as best as I could and played with my ass. I wasn't really gagging anymore as the hard cock slid down my throat and back out. I was hoping that I would like the taste of his cum, I wanted my cocksucker mouth full of his cum. My fingers got pulled out of my ass by a strong hand, I realized it had to be my dad, then a bigger finger wormed its way into my hole. I moaned in the back of my cock sucking faggot throat as dad finger fucked me. I heard Roland chuckle. "So you decided to join in?" "Well since I'm paying for this fucking thing, I might as well get something out of it." My dad growled back. "Shit he's tight." "Admit it, you were getting turned on." Roland quipped. "By this faggot shit, fuck no." Dad protested. "But you're hard." Roland pointed out. "Fuck you." Dad returned with his classic response. I really need to get him that vocabulary book, I thought. His single finger pulled out and two were pushed in. I grunted more at the abruptness of his action than the sized of it. "He's virgin man, just go a little easier, let him get used to it and both of you will enjoy it more." Roland offered in advice. "You will so love busting his cherry ass." Dad didn't respond but he did let up a little with the aggressiveness of his finger fucking me. This lasted for several minutes then I felt him pull his fingers out followed by the touch of what had to be his cock head. "You want my fucking dad cock in your fucking faggot ass." Dad asked. It's not like I could answer since my mouth was full of Roland's meat, so I wiggled my ass in response. Oh fuck he's bigger than a banana ran thru my mind as his cock head popped into my asshole thru the ass ring. "Oh fuck." Dad vocalized. "Oh fucking hell he's tight and hot." Dad expounded as he pushed in a little then held himself in place. Oh fuck this hurts I thought as my ass burned at the new feeling. You knew it would hurt at first, I told myself, you can do this, you can do this, I repeated in my mind as encouragement. "Do it with love." Roland suggested. "Don't just use him as a fuck toy, fuck him like you love him." Dads grip on my hips softened just a little as he pushed further into me. "Oh fuck this is incredible." Oh fuck this hurts repeated in my mind. I wanted to cry, not because I was so happy that I was finally getting fucked by a real cock but because it hurt. Stupid fucking internet videos, they don't explain this part. Dad started a mantra of "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck." I matched him word for word in my mind I don't know how far he was into me but I never felt so full in my life. I thought I was going to rip in two as he pushed further and further in. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck we both repeated. Fuck this hurt more than I expected but don't get me wrong I didn't want it to end. If Roland wasn't holding my head down on his throbbing cock I probably would have been calling out for dad to stop, even though I didn't want him to. Maybe Roland realized this and that was why he didn't let me up. "Oh fucking hell this is the best fucking fuck I have ever had." Dad announced. Even better than mom's virgin cunt I wondered, Oh fuck, my body trembled as another wave of, well of less pain rolled through it. Don't get me wrong, it's not like some magic switch flipped and it started to feel like the best fucking feeling in the world, but what it did do was hurt less. "Oh fuck this just feels better and better." Dad growled out loud as started to now thrust in and out of me. Oh fuck this isn't as bad as it was before, I realized. I was able to concentrate more of the fact that I was getting fucked like I wanted to and by my dad no less. Oh fuck yes this was getting better, no doubt about it, I admitted to myself. Dad was now thrusting into me at a steady pace. "Oh fuck why did I wait so long to do this." Dad pondered out loud as he fucked his hard dad cock into the tender flesh of his flesh, into me. Now I wanted to cry out of happiness, but I didn't. I wished I would have thought of filming this so I could watch myself getting laid for the first time. Roland lifted my head up till only the head of his cock was left in my mouth. "Get ready little one, I'm going to feed you." He warned a second before my mouth started to get flooded by his warm cum. I swallowed and swallowed but there was too much and I sputtered and some of his cum shoot out of the corners of my mouth. More cum came and I continued to swallow till Roland pulled his cock out of my mouth. Strands of slimy cum stretched from my lips to his cock head and I licked out at them, drawing them into my mouth. I swallowed hard and licked my lips clean, then Roland shifted and bent down and tongue kissed me. He swirled his tongue around inside my mouth as we swapped spit and shared his cum. Roland directed dad to push all the way in and hold himself still. He had me lean back as far as I could and with some help from him he was able to roll me over so dad and I were face to face, without dad ever having to pull out. Staring deeply into my eyes dad started to pump into me again. "I'm sorry I wasn't willing to do this right from the start." He apologized. "You can delete that video because I will never fuck that little slut again. I only want to fuck you from now on." I started to cry out of happiness as dad lowered his mouth to mine "I love you son." and then we kissed deep and tenderly as he continued to pump in to me in a steady loving rhythm. We kissed forever as dad fucked into me and the pain no longer registered. He buried his tongue into my mouth as I felt his body tense up and I guessed he pumped out a load of dad sauce deep into my guts. He broke the kiss, panting. "Best fucking fuck I ever had." He brushed the hair out of my eyes and looked at me with love and warmth. "I think you're all I'm going to need from now on." I started to cry again and muttered "Best fucking fuck for me to." "I'm not sure I want you crying every time I fuck you sport." He chuckled. That made me cry more. "What do you think Roland?" Dad asked looking back into the empty room. Roland had slipped out as Dad and I made love. We laid there in each other's arms like real lovers. My ass was still hurting a little but I was happy. And yes I know you have more questions but I will only answer one. Dad and I became lovers for years to come and I was all he needed and he was all I needed. Thanks for reading guys, I'm going to be taking a break so I can catch up on some other projects I have. But I hope to be posting again by the end of August. Cheers Tagen