Date: Thu, 4 May 2023 16:01:13 -0400 From: Derek Wainwright Subject: Tales From Daddyville: Stephen & Sam Stephen and Sam By AkaiTora Inspired by Grecorum. This chapter contains incestuous sex between a father and his underaged son. As well as watersports in the beginning. If you don't like any of that, then don't read further than this. You've been warned. Now enjoy the story! Also don't forget to donate to Nifty if you can! We all want to keep this wonderful archive going. You can donate at: https://donate.nifty.org/ If you want to tell me what you thought about this story, feel free to email me at: akaitorabushi@gmail.com My name is Stephen Barr and I am the chief of police at Daddyville. I've been the chief since this small town was established ten years ago. The mayor roped me in because we're old friends and he knew that I'd be the type to enforce the local laws around here. After all, we'd been sharing his eldest son at the time. Now, I have a kid of my own. I impregnated some whore who used to live in this town before its overhaul and she didn't want the brat so she left him with me. That's how Sam came into my life. Or as most call him, Sammy. He's a cute little thing. Petit for his age. Dirty blond hair and sparkling blue eyes. The adventurous type, as he likes to wander from yard to yard, searching for snails or sticks or rocks or whatever his interest of the week is. I have to actually handcuff him to something if I want him to stay still. Anyway, today is Father's Day and that's one of three days a year I get an actual day off. So I'm spending it by bathing in my lounge chair out on my front lawn. Daddyville is, of course, very lax when it comes to public nudity so I let it all hang out to get an even tan. Sammy is sitting in the chair beside me, playing some video game. He's so engrossed, I don't even think he notices when our new neighbor's car pulls into the driveway next door. I take a swig from my beer can. "Afternoon, Damien!" "Hey Stephen," he replies, sounding exhausted. His boy, DJ, looks even more tuckered out as Damien lifts him in his arms. "Had a good shopping trip? Got everything you wanted?" "And more." "Heh, I bet. I knew you'd fit right in here." I offer to help bring in the new mattress and Damien graciously accepts. After he drops off his son on the living couch anyway. As we carry the mattress inside, he tells me all about the excellent customer service he got at the various stores he visited. Teen cashiers sucking loads out of him and their dads pounding loads into DJ. Even though I'm already used to this, hearing about everything that went on still got me hard as a rock. When Damien notices, he laughs and gives my shaft of a playful tug. I grunt at the action but we both know it's not what I want. I want to get off inside my son. So I head back out into the front yard, cross the lawn, and plop into my lawn chair again. Sammy is still focused on his game but I'm sure he can sense it. His daddy is horny. I can tell that he senses it because his little dicklet twitched when I passed by. Did I forget to mention that he's totally nude too? Like daddy, like son. "Sammy," I say. He doesn't look up. "Sammy, c'mere. I need to piss." They're like magic words because as soon as Sammy hears that, he puts down the console and turns so that he's on all fours. Then he crawls between my muscular thighs and opens his mouth wide. I rub his head affectionately before slowly inserting my cock past his baby soft lips. It slides in perfectly. Like it's meant to be there. "Make sure to swallow it all," I say. Sammy gives me the subtlest of nods. I exhale. And the stream flows out. I can feel it filling up my son's mouth before it gets gulped down his throat. He keeps this up, keeping up with the piss flow, dutifully swallowing every last drop. I stroke his head affectionately, digging my fingers into his scalp. "Good boy," I praise. Sammy preens at this, sticking his ass out more. His hole must be winking at the neighbors across the street. He's flashing the whole world. God, how I wish to be on the other side witnessing it. My son has the most beautiful pink hole. I groan. Because as my stream peters out, my dick gets harder and harder in Sammy's mouth. I can feel the underside brushing along his tongue. I want nothing more than to fuck his face right now, shoving my whole cock down his throat. But I resist the urge. That will come soon enough. I squeeze out the last drops of my piss from the glistening cockhead. Then I pull out of Sammy's face but he whines, closing his mouth around the tip, sucking on the glans. His tongue presses into my piss slit and I moan out loud, my toes curling. "Sammy," I huff. "Be a good boy and let go. You'll get this back soon enough." I have to give his hair a little tug but he obliges, albeit reluctantly. He even whimpers when I've pulled out completely. Such a desperate slutty son I have. When Damien moved in and Sammy gave him a special welcome, I had to practically pry him off of our neighbor's tree-trunk legs. "Daddy..." he says. "Please, can I suck your cock?" "Not yet," I chide. I press the purple tip of my cock to my son's bottom lip which quivers at the contact. I hold my dick at the base and rub it across his lips in a circle, tracing the ruby redness and leaving behind pre. I continue to do this until his lips are nice and glossy. Completely wet with my cock drool. I grin lasciviously at my son who is breathing heavily. His eyes have gone dull as his tongue lolls out as if he wants to lick me. But I don't allow it, not yet. I slap my dick across his face and he doesn't even flinch. I repeat this a few more times before burying his nose in my balls. "Take a big whiff, boy," I grunt. "Remember where you came from. What is this?" Sammy moans, his legs spreading automatically. "Home." "That's right. It's your home. C'mere!" I pull Sammy up so that we're face to face. Then I kiss my boy on the mouth as hard as I can, our tongues dance in between. My sweet angel moans into my mouth and that makes me want to kiss him harder. I want to kiss until our faces are numb. Sammy grinds his hips along my body, his little dicklet dragging itself across the length of my thick eight inches. "Daddy... I want..." "Yeah?" I say, equally breathless. "What do you want, baby?" "I want your... cock... inside me." I chuckle. My son is so cute. Even though we've been fucking since he was four, he still gets all shy saying words like cock. My fingertips glide down his back before reaching his petit tush. I give each cheek an eager squeeze before spreading them open. I want the cars passing on our street to get a good look as they're driving toward their destinations. Get a good look at what they're missing. I slurp on my middle finger, making sure to get as much saliva on it as possible before returning it to my boy's pussy. I rub against the entrance, not quite entering him just yet. Just teasing him enough that he clings to me like a baby koala. He shakes, he breathes heavily, and he whimpers. All just from my finger grazing his hole. "Kiss daddy," I command. Sammy nods before pressing his lips on mine again. Our smooches are luscious and wet. Special. Just for my boy. His thin arms loop around my neck and I hold him by his perky little butt, massaging those smooth globes in my comparably big rough hands. "Turn around," I order. Sammy looks at me quizzically, not quite understanding. "But... I'm not loose enough yet." "I'm not fucking you yet," I say. "I'm not going inside to get the lube so we need to get your cunt as slick as possible for me. You understand?" "Oh." Sammy rotates his whole body so that he's straddling my shoulders. His butt is now in my face and his face is at my rigid cock. Finally, I'm getting a chance to look at this beautiful hole myself instead of just imagining it. I give Sammy's ass a good slap and he yelps. I can't help but laugh. He puffs up his cheeks in frustration. "Daddy!" he snaps. "I didn't do anything to deserve that!" "I know, I know," I chortle. "Here, let me kiss it better. In exchange... my cock could use a good tongue bath." "Okay, Daddy." "Good boy." I groan with pleasure when I feel Sammy's hands wrap around the base of my cock. I bite my lower lip when I feel his tongue drag itself across the shaft. When he reaches the tip, he opens his mouth, and he swallows me whole. Ohhh fuck yeah. I'm getting distracted. I should be focusing on my son's sweet hole in front of me. I spread his cheeks again and dive right in. My tongue plunges into his tight pussy and he moans around my cock which sends pleasant vibrations throughout my whole body. I could get drunk off that sensation. Just like how Sammy gets intoxicated on the voracious way I eat his ass. Footsteps in the grass alert me to the presence of someone nearby. I crack open an eye to see Damien in my periphery, enjoying the show. He's rubbing the outline of his monster cock in his sweatpants and I admit, I would love for him to stick that thing in Sammy's mouth. I gently slap Sammy's behind. "Okay, I think you're ready now." Sammy rotates again so that we're face to face once more. I give him a peck on the nose before rubbing the length of my cock through his crack. The glans brush against his tender, wet hole and he shivers in anticipation. Sammy only has eyes for me. He doesn't even notice our neighbor leering down at us. He only cares that his daddy is holding him and that he's about to be penetrated on my fuck stick. I line up my dick with his entrance and push. Sammy bites down on his lip as I slowly enter him. I keep praising him, telling him what a good boy he is for letting his daddy into the hole he made. That's right, I made this hole and therefore, it's mine. But Sammy is such a good boy for sharing it. Fuck, I'm going to be bottoming out soon. Before long, the entire length of my cock has disappeared inside my boy. I'm balls deep inside him and we both moan in ecstasy. His palms are splayed out on my hair chest and his legs straddle my waist. My hands go behind my head and my hips grind up into Sammy's ass. "Bounce for daddy," I say. Sammy nods. "Ngh, okay, Daddy." "Oh yeah, that's my boy." With all his shaky might, Sammy pushes himself up, picking himself up until just the tip of my cock is still inside him. Then he drops back down. His butt slaps against my pelvis. A grin stretches across my face as he repeats this motion, getting into a good rhythm, and riding me like a little cowboy. I even help him a bit by thrusting my hips a bit back and forth. "Fuck yeah, Sammy," I moan in pleasure. "You're so tight. God, I love your ass. I love you." "I-I love you too, D-Daddy," he stammers. He's panting and whining. A perfect combination of sounds as it just turns me on more. "Do you love Daddy's cock in you?" "Y... Yes!" "That's a good boy, Sammy. Such a good boy." I hear the unzipping of pants and I glance over to the side to see Damien fishing out his own cock. "Do you think he could be a good boy for me too, Stephen?" he asks. "DJ is wiped out from today and I could really use some release." I don't stop thrusting and Sammy doesn't stop bouncing. The obscene sounds of our sex echoing through the neighborhood. I look at my son. "What do you think, Sammy? Can you handle two at once?" Sammy's legs give out from under him and he slumps forward, falling into my chest. His breath tickles my nipple. I hold him there for a moment, giving him a back rub. Then I start moving again, thrusting into his nine-year-old pussy. "Tired, Sammy?" I ask. "Mhm." I turn to my neighbor with an apologetic face. "Maybe next time?" "I totally understand," says Damien. "But what about you? Think you can help a brother out?" I smirk before beckoning him closer. Damien gives his cock a few strokes before aiming for my mouth and shoving it down my throat. So while I'm pounding my baby boy, I'm getting my skull fucked. And it feels good. Haven't sucked an adult cock in a while. Not since I was... sixteen? This takes me back. My old man had kicked the bucket when I was sixteen. I want to make sure that I live a long life so Sammy never forgets the feeling of an adult cock inside him. He deserves that much. Just look at the blissed out expression on his face as I plunge deep inside him. I don't know why, maybe it's the memory of my own dad, but I'm soon cumming inside of Sammy. He can feel me filling him up and he coos in delight. I have to release Damien's dick from my mouth because the orgasm is so intense, I'm afraid I'll bite down. "Ah fuck," I grunt. "Ah yeah..." "It's so warm, Daddy," Sammy giggles. "Daaamn," Damien remarks, taking a look at my still twitching cock inside Sammy's hole. "It's leaking out already. Must be quite the load." "Buildup from work stress," I say. "Mind if I have a go?" "Sammy?" My son nods meekly. Damien doesn't need more permission than that. He positions himself behind my son's spread cheeks, casting a shadow over us. My own dick pops out and he quickly takes my place. No fanfare or foreplay, just an immediate thrust forward. Damien whistles low. "Still tight as ever. Can I get rough?" "Sammy?" "Okay..." I hug my son tight as Damien starts moving. In and out. He starts out slow, letting Sammy get used to his bigness. Then he gets faster, pumping his hips so fast that I can feel the impact of Sammy being pushed into me. My boy yelps and whines but he never complains. I pet his head. "You're such a good boy, Sammy," I whisper. "Doing such a good job." "Ah, mm, it's so big, Daddy!" "I know. I know, baby. But you're doing so good." Another memory of my pops resurfaces. I remember the feeling of his dick stretching me out when he took my cherry. I remember wailing and crying that it hurt. I remember the tang of his alcohol breath and his hairy hands touching every bit of skin available to him. I remember the fullness in my stomach when he bottomed out. I remember it all. And looking at Sammy, moaning and whimpering, I can't help but feel like I'm being fucked too. I hold my son tighter and our voices synchronize as Damien gets faster. Rearranging my precious boy's guts. I can feel him doing the same to me. "Daddy!" Sammy shouts. "Shh, Daddy's right here," I say. "You're amazing, Sammy. So brave and strong for Daddy." "Oh fuck, cumming!" Damien yells. Another load for my sweet, sweet boy. It's only when Damien pulls out and moves out of the way of the sun that I notice we've attracted some attention. The other neighborhood dads have come out and are all stroking their cocks to the show. "Sammy," I say. "Be a good boy for just a little longer. Okay?" Sammy nods like the good boy he is. "Okay." Like father, like son.