Date: Sat, 30 Jun 2018 21:31:21 +1000
From: Toby T <tndrlvngcr@gmail.com>
Subject: Routine Chapter 4

I slammed my engorged hard dick into my son with as much force as I could
muster. Our sweaty bodies collided in frenzied incestuous coupling as his
muscular buttocks smacked against my pelvis every time my organ penetrated
his young body. He was on all fours, the sinewy muscles of his back
glistening with perspiration as he arched it. I knew I was already in him
as deep as I could, but I felt like we could never be close enough. I knew
he felt the same way from the way he slammed his butt back on my every
thrust, trying to get more Dad rod into himself. Every inch of my journey
into and out of him was a revelation of mind blowing sensations. His hot
velvety passage wrapped itself so tightly around my invading organ, its
smooth softness offset only by the firmness of his excited prostate as I
hit bottom on each stroke. He half grunted and half moaned every time I
punched that gland with my cock head. He had prepared himself for our
special weekend, too - not a hair around his butt hole today. He knew his
Daddy enjoyed a smooth ride.

I grabbed either side of his hips so I had something to hang on to as I
power fucked my son. I loved the way the thrusts of my pelvis sent ripples
through the globes of his firm bubble butt. I'm not always this rough. But
the sight of the perfect young man sprawled in front of me was almost too
much to bear. It was just one of those days. I would be worried about
breaking him, but experience had shown me that he could take it. And the
sexy noises he was making gave me permission to keep pounding. I still had
my shirt on, half unbuttoned. We barely had time to get my trousers off
before our urge to mate overtook us, and before we knew it, the handsome
stud was on the floor, impaled on his father's rock hard dick.

I raised one knee off the floor and pressed down on his lower back so that
I could hover over him as I treated us to a furious piston fuck. His body
shook under the impact of my thrusts, and his grunts turned into wails of
pleasure. I was hitting his prostate good and hard as only Daddy knew how
to do. His muscles tightened around my sex in the unmistakable spasms of a
tremendous orgasm. His whole body shook as jet after jet of potent boy jizz
blasted out of his flailing dick. Lucky that he had the sense to spread his
t-shirt under himself; we'd never have gotten so much jizz out of the
carpet. His orgasm was a relief for me, because I didn't think I could've
held off for much longer. I had been perching right on the edge and needed
so much to cum. But I had to hold on for his sake until I had fulfilled my
duty as his top. It was the paternal thing to do. Now that I could let go,
it was only a few more deep penetrating plunges before I flooded my son's
insides with a torrent of my sperm, thoroughly inseminating him.

After the flashing white stars faded from before my eyes and I managed to
catch my breath a little, I pulled out my half hard penis and
dismounted. He turned himself around and immediately rushed into my
embrace. He hugged me tight against him, buried his face in my torso and
started hungrily licking the sweat off my pecs. It seemed he was still
hungry for Daddy. Insatiable little buck.

"Shit, Dad. You really know how to fuck..." he mumbled breathlessly into my
chest. That was the first thing he had said to me since we entered the
room. His mouth latched onto my left nipple and gently sucked at it. My
right hand traveled down his back and into the moist cleft between his
muscled bubble butt cheeks. My fingers rubbed gently against the opening
where I'd just been. He must be still feeling a bit tender after that
powerful pounding. I felt a wetness as my own semen oozed out of his body
and down his thigh.

He peeled my now sweat-soaked shirt off my body. Finally I was naked with
my son. That's how badly we had wanted each other. We had started clawing
at each other almost the minute we walked through the hotel room door, so
horned up that we couldn't wait for all my clothes to be off before we were
joined together. This was our long weekend away to celebrate his
birthday. Four nights in a luxury hotel, on the other side of the country,
where nobody knew us. I spent most of the flight imagining the steamy sexy
things we'd do to each other. Back home, we had fucked in almost every room
of the house, but this would be the first time we made love anywhere
outside our home.

***

We eventually made it to the restaurant downstairs for dinner, and had a
wonderful night's sleep wrapped in each other's arms. The next day was his
birthday. After a lazy late start to the day, we spent a good part of it
sightseeing around town. It'd been a long time since we'd travelled
together, and we enjoyed each other's company immensely. Perhaps more than
ever before. When we'd had enough and the sun was starting to get low in
the sky, we returned to the hotel and headed down to the pool. We secured a
couple of deckchairs by the pool's edge and ordered our cocktails. He
lounged on his deckchair next to me for a while, but I knew that he
wouldn't be able to resist the call of the water for long. I watched his
athletic form slice through the water for a while, before taking another
sip of my cocktail and laying back on the deckchair to relax.

"Surprisingly quiet by the pool this afternoon, isn't it?" I turned to see
a man in his mid-30s addressing me from an adjacent deckchair.

He was an attractive man, with light brown hair and a golden tan on his
athletic body. He was in a chatty mood, and we engaged in some casual small
talk, when he decided to introduce his companion to me. "This is my partner
Peter," he gestured towards an equally handsome Latino man lying on the
deckchair on his other side. Peter looked up from his magazine and waved
his greetings. "We're here for our third anniversary. My name's Alex, by
the way."

"Nice to meet you, Alex. And congratulations." I introduced myself as well,
thinking how nice it was that he felt comfortable enough to introduce his
gay partner to a stranger. The next thing that came out of his mouth
floored me.

"How long have you and your partner been together?"

"... Pardon?"

"That's your partner, isn't it?" He nodded towards the pool where my son
was still doing his laps. "... oh, sorry if I was being presumptuous."

It took me a few seconds to gather myself. "Oh... about a year... We've
known each other for a long time though." I don't know why I added that
last bit. My curiosity made me continue though. "Why... how did you know
that we were partners?" I was sure that we hadn't said anything to give us
away, or exchanged any publicly lusty stares. It surprised and intrigued me
that he had formed that impression of us, especially given our age
difference.

"I don't know, it's just a feeling. The way you look at each other, I
suppose. I didn't mean to put you on the spot. I can be a bit too forward
sometimes, Peter always tells me."

"No, it's alright."

"He's gorgeous, and he obviously just adores you," added Alex.

"Yeah, I'm a lucky man," I half said to myself. My mind was blown by the
short exchange. That just seeing us lounging by the pool, someone could
sense that we were lovers. That it didn't even occur to the man that we
could be anything else, like a father and his son. Maybe he just had a
particularly strong `gaydar'? All this was apparently no big deal to Alex,
who then readily switched topics to other holiday related small talk,
before laying back on this deckchair and returning to his magazine. He was
just one half of a gay couple, happy to run into another gay couple on
holiday.

I laid back on my chair and basked in the late afternoon sunshine, trying
to process the conversation. I was thrilled and nervous at the same
time. Eventually I got up, slid into the water, and swam down the length of
the pool.

"You're going to get a kick out of this," I said as I reached the other
side of the pool and pulled up next to my son.

"What?"

"Don't look now, but those guys over there sitting by the pool, they think
we're a couple."

When you tell someone not to look, they always look. Alex must have waved
at him, because my son smiled and waved back. Turning his face back to me,
he looked very happy about it. "Well, aren't we a couple?" He asked coyly
as he put his hand on my pec.

I felt myself blush at this unexpected question, and the public physical
contact. I looked down at the water momentarily, before looking up at him
again. "... I guess we are." Suddenly I felt like a schoolboy again.

My son took my face in his hands, and then leaned in and kissed me, on the
lips. A deep, long kiss. There weren't many people at the pool. But I
wondered if people were watching us. I felt like my face was on fire. As he
broke the kiss and started to pull away, I suddenly decided to pull him
towards me and gave him another deep, smouldering kiss. This was the first
time we had ever kissed like this, like lovers, outside the privacy of our
home. In front of other people. My heart was thumping in my chest, and I
was sure that his was doing the same. It was exhilarating.

We looked at each other after the kiss, both grinning like idiots.

"He thinks you're gorgeous."

"Haha, that's nice. He's not bad himself." My son said, before looking at
me reassuringly. "But I already have all the man I need."

"You sure?"

"Yes, he's the best man in the world."

Under the water, my dick was seriously tenting my swimming
trunks. "Thanks," I said. "And now I'm stuck in this pool."

"Well, when you calm down and manage to get out, I'll be waiting for you in
our room." He winked at me and smiled mischievously before swimming across
the pool and pulling himself out of the water. I could see a big bulge in
his swimming trunks as well, but not as obscene and obvious as mine. He ran
over to our deckchairs and wrapped the big towel around himself. I could
see him exchanging a few words of pleasantries with Alex while he gathered
his stuff. Then he disappeared into the building.

I swam laps in the pool while I willed for my erection to subside, trying
not to think about that kiss and what was awaiting me upstairs. As soon as
I felt I could, I got out of the water, rinsed quickly under the shower and
hurried upstairs.

I was not surprised when I entered the room to find my son waiting for me
in bed. I got myself out of my clothes as I approached him. He raised
himself up to meet me, the sheets falling off his body to reveal his
nakedness. We embraced and fell into a deep, breathless kiss. My dick was
raging hard already and ready to go. Ready to fuck. I was on a high from
our public kiss at the pool, and the thrill of admitting to someone that we
were lovers.

"He just knew! He just sensed that we were a couple." I said to my son
excitedly. "Here, we can be whatever we want to be. Not father and son,
just two men in love." I felt my face blush as I put into words for the
first time that we were in love.

I was surprised that instead of an elated reaction, my boy looked somewhat
crestfallen.

"But we ARE father and son," he said, looking a little bit sad. "And we
always will be... I don't want that to change, and I'm not ashamed of
it. You're the best father in the world," he said, running his hands across
my chest appreciatively. "And I'm glad that I'm your son..."

"Me too!" I said immediately. "I'm sorry. That wasn't what I meant. You
know that, right, tiger? It came out wrong." I planted soft kisses all over
his face.

"... and your lover," he smiled.

"Yes, my son, and my lover. I hope you know how special you are to me."

Our mouths locked in a breathless kiss again. I pushed him back onto the
bed and buried my face into his neck, kissing and licking him hungrily.

"Oh Dad..." he sighed. "No one's ever turned me on as much as you."

"Same here," I answered truthfully as I kissed and caressed my way down his
body, in awe of the firm jock muscles wrapped in smooth, supple skin.

"That's why I had to have you..." he sighed again. I marvelled that such a
beautiful young man could exist in the world, and that he belonged to me,
in so many different ways. Yes, my son, and my lover. That's what made us
so special.

We spent the next fifteen to twenty minutes seriously making out, exploring
the inside of each other's mouths with our tongues, getting high on the
feeling and taste of each other's bodies.

"Oh boy, do you know how hot you are?" I mumbled with my face buried in his
chest.

"I know how hot I am for you!" I heard him say.

He ran his fingers through my hair as I worked down his torso. When I took
that impressive jock cock into my mouth, he moaned and called out to me
over and over. I might be the top man but I do enjoy feeling the virile
hardness of my boy come alive in my mouth. He spread his legs when I turned
my attention to his scrotum and lapped at his balls. But I didn't linger,
and was soon teasing the entrance to his beautiful butt hole with the tip
of my tongue. It must have tickled because he started chuckling for a
bit. But the chuckles soon turned into moans. I spread his cheeks open to
get a better look, rubbing the smooth, tight opening with my thumb and
watching it quiver in anticipation. It's such a special place for me. A
forbidden gateway to indescribable pleasures. Not long ago I didn't even
know it existed, and now... I imagine this is how he feels about my
cock. Yes, of course our relationship is about way more than butt
fucking. But, at the core of it, my dick, his butt, this is where we forged
our bond. This is the bridge that connects us in our most intimate moments
together. When we joined together this way that Sunday morning, we crossed
a line, and the nature of our relationship changed irrevocably, forever.

I lifted my face from between his butt cheeks and looked past his raging
hard-on to his face, and saw that he was panting and flushed. His swollen
erection hovered over his abs, drooling a string of clear nectar, jerking
with his heartbeat. I loved seeing how hard he was for me. I climbed back
up the length of his body and pressed our groins together. Our erections
side by side, I slid my organ back and forth alongside his. He watched
intently and wide eyed as I took our engorged genitals in my right hand and
rubbed them together, running my thumb over the slits on our cock heads and
using the oozing precum as lube.

"That takes me back to the old days." He meant the early days after we
first got together, when this was as far as we would go. As far as I dared
to go.

"We've come a long way since... A long way." I said as we were both
transfixed by the sight of our two organs sliding against each other in my
hand.

"I want your dick, Dad," he said with a shaking voice. "I want you real
bad..."

"And I need you bad, baby," I confessed. "Let's get me ready."

He reached for the lube from the bedside table. Before he did anything with
it though, he bent down and took my organ into his mouth, as if he needed
to be reminded of its taste. Then he came up and started to open the
lube. But his hands were shaking so much that he was really fumbling with
it. I hadn't seen him like this for ages. He must've been really horned up.

"Here, let me do it."

I took over the lube from him. After applying a generous spread on my
roaring erection, I pressed my lubed fingers on his exposed butt hole and
rubbed the entrance through which I would soon entering. He moaned with the
pressure.

I positioned myself between his legs and lined my fuck rod up with the
prize. I could feel the veins throbbing under my fingers. He bent his knees
and raised his legs either side of my waist. He opened himself up to me
with absolute trust, knowing that I'd do the right thing by him, knowing
that I'd take good care of him, knowing that I'd give him everything I got
to give. I was so hard I felt like I could drive a nail through a concrete
wall. Tight as he was, I penetrated him immediately.

"Dad..." he gasped as my cock head entered him. "Yessss, Dad. Slide your
big cock into your son."

I happily obliged and leaned the weight of my body into him, slowly,
deliberately. I wanted us to feel and savor every inch of the
penetration. I stopped only when I had sunk in to the hilt of my rod.

"Oh Dad, you're inside me..." The idea never ceases to fill us with wonder.

"I know... All the way, champ."

My hips started rolling, and I was once again amazed by how good he felt
wrapped around my bone. I swear he was the tightest I'd ever had.

"Fuck, your cock's so hard..."

"You got that right. Does it feel good?"

"Ya... " he moaned. "It feels amazing..." I bet it did, stretched so tight
over your own father's big pole like that.

"I can feel you throbbing inside me."

I was sawing in and out of him.

"Fuck, son. I feel like I'm wanting you more and more every day."

"Good!" A mischievous grin spread across his handsome face.

As always when we make love face to face, our eyes lock onto each other as
I explore his insides with my dick. I love the sounds he makes, accompanied
by the flush of his cheeks, every time I do something he likes with my
cock. As we pick up the pace and Daddy really starts drilling him good, our
eye contact only becomes more intense, except when the pleasure becomes too
great and sends his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

"Ugh... I like that." His insides were massaging my dick real nice. I don't
know how he does it. "Don't stop tiger, milk that rod..."

"Fuck me Daddy..." he moaned.

"Enjoying your father's dick, boy?"

"Yea..."

"Tell me."

"I LOVE your cock, Dad!"

"Good! Cos my cock LOVES you! You make your Daddy feel so good..." I said
as he wrapped his legs tighter around my rolling waist. I had power-fucked
him last night. Today was his birthday, and I wanted to really make love to
him, slow and steamy. To take my time, and let him enjoy every stroke.

Looking into his beautiful eyes as I fucked him, I saw lust, hunger,
adoration, pleasure and awe. But one thing I saw turned me on more than any
of these - gratitude. Grateful that I'm sharing my body with him. Grateful
for the access to my Dad cock. Grateful for my fuck. Grateful for my
love. It made my chest swell with pride, and spurred me on to fuck him even
better. To give him the loving he deserves. No man would ever fuck him half
as good as his Dad, I promised myself that.

The gratitude flows both ways, I thought as I pushed my shaft deep into
him, sending up my spine a degree of pleasure that I had not imagined
possible until that fateful Sunday morning, when my boy first impaled
himself on his father's manhood. He was the one who first conceived the
idea of the two of us together, even if at the time it was just a far
fetched fantasy for him. He was the one who realised how incredible a
coupling we could make, long before such an idea had ever crossed my
mind. He was the one who opened my eyes to the possibility of a new kind of
intimacy. He was the one who had the courage to come into my room and climb
into my bed that first time. He was the one who doggedly persisted when I
fought against the tabooed temptation. I make a big deal out of my internal
struggles with our relationship, and indeed I had a difficult time with it
for quite some time. But I know that it must have been even harder for him,
burning for years with this desperate desire for his own Dad, without any
prospect that it would ever be understood, reciprocated or fulfilled. How
he must've suffered for me. For all of that I will always be grateful, and
I'm determined never to let him down, in or out of bed.

And right now, I was grateful for how much he loves and craves my cock, and
the way the smooth walls of his tight chute were milking my man shaft, as
his hand hungrily clawed at my body. There was so much his father wanted to
tell him but couldn't find the words. So I said it with my body. "Uhhh..."
How he moaned and writhed underneath me as I fed him the prime Dad meat he
craved so much. It felt so amazing that I could make him feel this good.

He reached down between us and cupped his balls with his right hand, so
that his fingers rested just above his butthole and on my thrusting
shaft. He wanted to feel his Dad's meat as it pumped in and out of him.

"Dad... uhh Dad..."

"I'm right here, baby," I reassured him. "Are you having a good birthday so
far, boy?"

"Yesss, the best ever..." he whimpered. "I love the way you're fucking me!"

"I love the way you're taking it!"

One of the reasons I love fucking him is because he loves getting fucked so
much. His face was distorted in helpless ecstasy and pleasure. Not many men
ever get to witness this look on their sons' faces. Nor should they. This
isn't for everyone, but somehow it works for us. Watching someone react
this way to your cock is the biggest pleasure a man can get. It made me
feel so fucking powerful, invincible, on top of the world. I love being
able to bring my boy this much pleasure. The only thing better is when I
bring him to orgasm with my cock.

His mouth hung half open in an interminable moan, his eyes started rolling
to the back of his head. His hands hung on to my thrashing glutes, feeling
the power I packed behind every thrust. I felt his body melting into mine
as he gave himself completely to his Daddy, lost in the bliss of my heroic
paternal fuck.

"... yes... yes Dad... fuck me like you mean it!"

"I ALWAYS mean it!" That was the honest truth. Of course I mean it! Fucking
your own son, that's not something you'd do without meaning it. It's not
something I take lightly. "You can feel that, can't you?"

"... uhh... yes... yes, I can..." he moaned helplessly, barely coherent.

He had surrendered himself completely to me. I was free to take him, fuck
him, any way I wanted. I gave my boy everything I had, grinding my pubes
against his sphincter with every penetration, stretching him open again,
and again, and again. His hands ran up the muscles of my back, over my
neck, until they were cradling the back of my head.

"I love you Dad. I love you so much!" he whimpered. Again, that look in his
eyes.

"Show me. C'mon son, let your Dad make you cum. Do it for your Daddy! Cum
for me!"

I desperately needed him to nut, because he was making me feel so good that
I didn't think I could hold on for much longer. One of the advantages of
being the more mature man is that, with age and experience, we have
developed a level of control and stamina that young bucks simply do not
have. But even I had my limits, especially in a hot ass like my boy's. My
balls were feeling huge, like they were going to burst. But I knew I had
him, as I watched his eyes glaze over. I kept punching his prostate with my
Dad-sized bone. Then I felt his fingers dig into my butt and his insides
spasm around me. Thick ropes of scalding hot jock spunk exploded from
between his legs and splattered all over his chest and face. He gasped and
groaned. Tears rolled down his face, mingling with his sweat.

His mouth opened as if in a moan, but no sound came out. His eyes bore into
mine as he held on to me tight, his body trembling.

"Yes baby, Daddy's right here. I gotcha. I gotcha..." I didn't miss a
stroke.

My duty fulfilled, I could now give my body over to the violent orgasm I'd
been desperately holding back. The look of pleasure washing over his face
and the orgastic spasms of his rectal muscles milking my rod pushed me over
the edge. I plunged deep into him a few more times. The pleasure was so
intense that I couldn't last more than four strokes. Before my son had even
finished nutting, I blasted my explosive load deep into him, injecting him
with my rich, virile cock cream, once again marking him as my own.

"Here's my milk, baby! You got it! Take my seed!"

He must've felt it too, the way he moaned.

"Uuuugh Dad, yes! Give me your stuff!"

I instinctively pushed hard into him and held it there, making sure to
plant my seeds as deep inside as I could. He grabbed my butt and pulled me
hard against himself. My pelvic bone was wedged hard against his
sphincter. There was literally zero distance between us. It was kind of
perfect, really, on his birthday, to have the hard cock that made him
embedded inside of him, spewing that life-giving milk, to receive the gift
of life from his father all over again. The girth of my shaft swelled to
impossible dimensions against the spasming walls of his rectum with every
volley of Dad cum I fired into him. We held on tight to each other
throughout our orgasms, savouring the bond being forged between us as my
sperm gushed deep into him. I've lost count of how many loads I'd pumped
into him now, but every time is just as mind-blowing as the first. Not the
same. But just as hot and shattering.

I seeded him well and good. I swear I poured everything I had into
him. When my last drop was spent, we collapsed into a sweaty heap, our
limbs tangled and our skin sticky with boy spunk. My balls were empty. But
I felt so full. Because he was full, and we were one.

"Thank you Dad... Thank you..." he panted breathlessly.

Wrapped in post-coital bliss, we could hardly move a muscle. Luckily we
would have time to catch our breath and recover before we had to get ready
for dinner. I'd made a reservation for his birthday dinner, when I planned
to give him his present, a watch he'd had his eyes on for a long time. But
for now, we could rest.

"Happy birthday," I whispered in his ear.

"Best birthday present ever." He leaned further into my embrace, stroking
the hair on my forearm while I kissed the tears and sweat from his face.

"Oh I haven't given you your present yet. You're gonna love it, I think."

"The only thing I need, I already got," he said in a matter of fact tone,
rubbing himself against my softening dick. After a long pause, he added:
"I'll still have that other present though!"

He's so fucking cute. I squeezed him against me extra tight and planted a
big, wet kiss on his cheek.