Date: Sun, 26 Feb 2017 15:04:48 -0800
From: daddyrob2@hushmail.com
Subject: The Back of the Story

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The Back Of The Story

Joey Cassidy had been found alive after nearly six months of captivity. The
press who had reported on the kidnapping for its entire duration were now
like an army descending once more on the once obscure neighborhood. Trucks,
cameras, cables were now like flotsam in the sea of media. Reporters and
their allies surged forward at the first approach of the Cassidy's familiar
blue van. Crawling through the unceasing mire the vehicle came to a halt in
a half-assed attempt at parking in the driveway. The sea roared forward
threatening to engulf the van.
     Walter Cassidy looked through shielded tired eyes. Joey cowered on his
lap, in his embrace. The wee lad seemed to shrink as he trembled. Walter
held fast to his only child. "What do we do?" His voice was bewildered.
     The driver said to lay low and wait. Wait, they did. The police formed
a path from the van to the side door. When it was secure the signal was
given. The driver was one of the rescuing heroes. "I'll give you a piece of
unsolicited advice", he said. "Don't cover up. Let the scavengers take
their film as you go to the house. Give them something to feast on. They'll
run it over and over but it'll also allow them to begin to give you some
breathing room."
     David took the advice. He neither hid nor ran to the door. Emerging
from the van he turned, pulled Joey up into his arms then walked with
purpose into their home. Within four hours most of the media was gone. They
had brought the boy home and more or less said as much in their
self-congratulatory news pieces.
     Joey Cassidy had been rescued. The three perpetrators were dead. No
trial. No more to tell. Thanks to all who helped. And now for the weather..


Walter sat wearied as he gazed at his sleeping boy. The lad slept in
dreamless medication. The sounds of milling policemen were a background
easily ignored. Before departing the doctor gave a final check ending his
presence with a nod towards Walter. As the bedroom door gently closed the
thirty-one year old man stared at his son.
     The doctors exam in the hospital had been thorough. Blood tests and
body scans yielded good results. The physical signs were another story.
Wrists and ankles had been manacled. The scrapes and bruising bore
testament to this. Other bruisings proved so much more had taken place.
Things Walter didn't want to contemplate. At least the deaths of the
abusers would save Joey from testifying. It would never be known. At least
his son was spared that lifetime embarrassment. No one would know. No one.
Except Joey. And the doctors. Maybe some technicians. And Walter. Walter
knew. He stared at the sleeping boy all curled up under nestling blankets.
He thought of the bruises that no one would ever see. Except the doctor.
And Joey's daddy. He would see the purple morph into yellow before fading
away. He would see everytime he applied the ointment. Walter felt a new
kind of anger. Something deep. Bottomless. One time dead was not good
enough. He wanted to kill them over and over and over. The quiet was broken
by his angry sigh. (Nobody fucks my son and gets away with it.) His temples
throbbed.
    With a sudden leap he was standing. Sad eyes looked down at his sons
sweet face. His energy dissipated as quickly as it had come. (For you, my
Joey, I'll have to let this go somehow. But... Did they take turns?
Morning, noon and night? Was it a gangbang? Did it hurt more each time? Or
less? Did the pain stop?) Then a new thought. But he forced it aside. (No,
not my sweet Joey. He couldn't have, could he?) In a low deep whisper he
sighed, "Did you?" Stopping he let his fingers wander through the silken
hair.
     A quick knock and the door was open. "Mr. Cassidy, we're heading
out. Bonner and Singh will be in the front all night. Rest of us are done
for the day."
    Walter nodded. "Thanks." As the door closed, a new thought: did the
officer notice his hard-on?


Three days later Joey watched the doctor enter his room with daddy. He
didn't mind these examinations. At least the doctor was gentle. It was nice
being treated with kindness.
     "So, young man, all ready for me, I see", the physician acknowledged
the kids nudity.
     Walter snorted, "I can't keep him in clothes."
     Joey planted his feet on the bed raising his knees from his laying
position. Then he spread his legs apart. "I like being balls-out."
     His dad shook his head. "Language", he warned.
     "Language, language, language." Joey rolled over onto his hands and
knees. He shook his little tush. "Gonna finger-fuck me, doctor?" He
giggled.
     Walter glanced at the doctor before looking in the other direction.
     "I'm going to examine you." The doctor ran a hand over one of the
plump little cheeks. "Head on the bed. You know how this goes."
     "I certainly do!" Joey giggled as his head and shoulders found the
mattress. The warm hands felt awfully nice on his butt. Those paws always
massaged his tushy so softly. And when those thumbs slid up his crack to
expose his boy-cunt he secretly wished the doctor would just whip out his
dick and fuck him as hard as Jeff had done every morning and night.
     As the medic parted the pert cheeks he studied the remnants of the
captivity. Catching David's eye he had the burly man crouch beside him.
With silent instructions he had the father take one cheek as he held the
other. Taking his index finger he carefully slid back and forth over the
boy slit.
     Walter stared in amazement as the finger was removed. The boys hole
quivered in undulation. The hole seemed to have a life of its own as it
pulsates. Little moans escaped from his sons throat. As he stared the
doctor whispered in his ear, "This kid has been awakened. You'd better meet
me in the other room. We need to talk."
     As Walter followed the doctor out he gave a last glance to his
son. Joey stared back with a 'what gives' expression as he rolled to his
side. In the living room the doctor stood close to the concerned father in
a conspiratorial conference. "What do i do now?" Walter was at a loss.
    The doctor nodded. "The boy needs to get away. You both do. Didn't a
national airline offer you both a trip anywhere you wanted to go?" Seeing
the nod he proceeded. "I know of a great resort. Very tropical. Very
private. Great room service, private pool, lush surroundings. Take Joey
there. You both need the break from the media and all that's happened."
     Walter nodded but remained unconvinced. "And the trip will stop that?"
     "Maybe. Maybe not. The kid has been used and has become adjusted to
what he endured. It has to be readjusted. Taking him away gives you both
time to get your bearings and maybe he'll calm down somewhat."
      "And if he doesn't?"
      As the doc stared into the man's eyes his hand patted the firm
crotch. "Then I think you'll know what your son needs."


The private villa with its own pool was simple perfection. They both
delighted in the great room service and the rather warm water of the pool.
Joey had immediately stripped upon arrival and was quickly joined by his
father. His eyes feasted on the hairy brawny man that swam by him. They
raced, played an ersatz game of water polo, and swam and swam for a long
time.
     Walter paddled over to where his boy sat on the steps submerged to his
neck. "Shouldn't we be thinking about getting out? We're turning into
prunes."
     Joey giggled. "Yeah, maybe. But this is lotsa fun, don't you think?"
     The father grinned in agreement. Keeping his body below the surface
his head bobbed near his sons. "We could always play some games or maybe
rent a car and see the sights."
     Joey shook his head. "I don't want to leave here. It feels... safe."
The smile he offered was weak.
     He looked into the warm brown eyes. "You are safe. Those guys are
gone. They'll never hurt you or anyone again." Walter offered his softest
gaze. Then Joey surprised him by wrapping his arms about the strong neck
pulling his young lithe form into the automatic hug by Walter. "Okay?"
     Joey sighed in his ear. "Okay. Better like this."
     Walter chuckled. "Me, too." They clung to each other as the water
sloshed about them. Tentatively he asked, "Do you want to talk about it?"
     Joey leaned back to look in the eyes. Even at this age he could read
his father's shifts in mood. The bear was receptive. "They used me. A lot.
All the time. At first it was horrible. Painful, you know? But then... I
don't know. I got kinda used to it. Know what I mean? They weren't going to
keep me. At least that's what they said. They just wanted to train me to be
a good son." He studied for a negative reaction.
     Walter simply stated, "You are a good son. Always have been."
     Joey sighed through his smile. "Then they lied the whole time?"
      "I suspect they did." As Walter let his knees bear his weight his
torso rose up out of the water to below his chest. "What did they tell
you?"
     "Stuff."
     "Like..."
     Joey sort of shrugged. "Stuff like this is how a man fucks his son or
this is how to suck a dad's cock. Stuff like that."
     Walter swallowed at suck adult words emerging from such young lips.
"Were they rough?"
     "They just did what they wanted whenever they wanted. I got kinda used
to it." Joey was matter-of-fact in his recall. "Guess guys are just tough
when they fuck boys."
     "No. That was rape. No consent. Making love is more gentle and much
more passionate. What you survived was the worst part not the best."
     Joey thought that over for a short time. "They told me that all dads
fuck their sons."
     Walter looked away then back. "Not all."
     "But they can if they want?"
     "I suppose."
     Joey looked deeper. "Would you?" There was no flicker of anger or even
disgust so Joey pressed ahead. "Would you fuck me?"
     Such strong desire from such an innocent visage made Walters heart
leap. "No. I won't fuck you." Leaning in he kissed the boys lips. "But I
will make love to you."
     Joey was uncertain of the reference. "But you will use your cock?"
     "Yes, son. I'll use my cock. Most definitely." Pressing his lips to
his sons he lifted them both out of the water. As he carried the boy to the
bedroom it was Joey's sweet tongue that entered his mouth first.
     As Joey felt the mattress meet his back daddy's tongue slipped into
his mouth. The large muscle flapped about his own tongue. With every
carress of his tongue more daddy spit seeped in. He swallowed gratefully.
The bear lay mostly beside him though the wet hairy chest covered his own
smooth boyness. For a long time their tongues rolled in moist battle. It
was with a slight reluctance that they separated. Joey looked into his
father's warm eyes. They both smiled at each other. "You're a good kisser,
daddy."
     "So are you", Walter chuckled. His lips found a nipple. As he suckled
his tongue flicked about coaxing the tiny nip to rise. Once it was alive he
hickey-sucked the boys pale pap. Walter was determined to show his son the
possibility of sex.
     Joey ran his fingers through the damp hair of his father's head. The
boy was aware of the heat of his own cockhead. Pushing the head down his
body tingled in the warm wet suction. As the lips found the other pap the
lad became aware of the heat from his own hard-on. The suckling mouth
caused his toes to curl. Then his legs came to life as they coiled and
stretched out upon the bed. "Oh, daddy", he sighed. Instinctively he pushed
the head down. He knew if this kind of sucking felt good then...
     Walter took the tiny cock into his mouth. Instead of bobbing he let
his mouth envelope the thin shaft. He sucked using his lips to slide up and
down the base of the pencil thin shaft. The tongue carefully polished the
wee knob. His conclaved cheeks held the boys prick as the suction
increased. With the lads hands pulling his hair he pleasured his son in
ways only a father would know.
     Joey began to moan. His legs began to slowly flail. The youngster had
never felt such intense pleasure. His balls were cool. His pricklette was
hot. The warm wet suction was amazing! And this was daddy. His daddy.
Sucking his prick. Just like they promised. So warm. So wet. The
professional football player was sucking his tiny pricklette. His hips
bucked against the knowledgeable mouth. He loved the feeling. He loved his
daddy. The feelings intensified. He knew his little prick was going to
explode. Joey didn't care. It felt too good. So hot. So loving. His body
was on fire. There it was. The explosion. His pricklette was going to blow
up. He knew it. He felt it. "Oh, daddy!" His yell was an echo from his
soul. He was there. Something was detonated.
     Walter felt the slim little cocklette spasm in dry heave. As the small
body squirmed he knew. The dry orgasm destroyed the boys grip in his
hair. With expert timing he knew just when to suck up the shaft and release
his lip grip. For the next few minutes the boy would be ticklish sensitive
to any touch. He raised himself up to look over his sweet son's body. The
little hard-on pulsed as the boy experienced his first orgasm. With a
father's pride he saw the boys body contort and reflex in male pleasure.
Then his steadying paw rested on the center of his boys smooth chest. Eyes
met eyes in mutual understanding.
     "Daddy?"
     "Making love", Walter explained. Sliding up he embraced his incestuous
lover in a deep carnal kiss. Man and boy had begun the most important step
in their lives. Father and son had become lovers. Walter knew he would
spend the next few years replacing the violations with love. And Joey would
know the best kind of love - man and little boy.
     Joey began to relax his body even though his mouth sucked eagerly on
daddy tongue. When his mouth was free he grinned contentedly.  "That felt
good. Now I know how your cock must feel. Can I?"
     Walter ran his paws over his sons body. "Can you what?"
     Joey blushed as he shyly asked, "Can I suck your cock?"
     He rolled onto his back. "Come on then." With swelling pride he
watched his little tyke take his mammoth cock in both hands. He watched his
son look down then grin over at him. "What?"
      "Do you want to take a picture while I suck you for the first time?"
      "Actually I have that photo."
      Joey grinned wider. Then he took the bulbous knob into his mouth.
      Walter raised his torso up on his elbows in wondrous awe. Not only
did the boy swallow his cockhead but the flat of the tongue rubbed up and
down on the vee of his knob. With a courtesans expertise the boy sucked the
man's fat cock. Small hands steadied the pole as the mouth slurped noisily.
"Holy fuck", Walter seethed through his teeth. The head bobbed as the wet
mouth polished the daddy cock. Then the eyes looked up to Walter. The man
was in a heaven-hell of pedo lust. The eyes bored into his own as the mouth
engulfed his cock. Big by any man's standard his cock looked enormous under
the tutelage of his sons lips. "Oh, my baby boy."
     Joey's mouth popped off the knob as his hands gave a jerk-off mastery
of daddy bate. "Like the way I suck, daddy?"
     Walters face flushed with lust. "Christ, yes."
     Joey grinned with innocent knowledge. "Can I suck up your cum?"
     Walters eyes widened as the little tongue licked the side of his veiny
pole. "Really? You want it?"
     Joey smiled before sucking the side of the knob. "Mmm. I love cum. I
want to suck cum up all the time. I want to suck up all your cum. Every
day. Every daddy needs a good cum dump." He swallowed a third of the cock.
    Walter felt the suckling boy as he watched the hands masturbate his
cock. Up and down went the hands as the mouth bobbed voraciously. He
reached down cupping his balls as the other hand felt his sons damp hair.
"Suck me, son. Suck daddy", he groaned. He twisted his nuts. "Look at
daddy. I want to see your face as I shoot my load of cum. I'm gonna fill
your mouth with all your brothers and sisters. You look at me while you
suck up my cum. For the first time you're gonna know you're suckinxg up
your daddy's cum. This made you. It's gonna make you again. Cocksucker."
     The cockhead flared as it erupted its cream.
     "Suck it up, Joey."
     The wave hit the back of his throat.
     "Aaah. Suck me, baby."
     Another spasm brought another dollop of daddy lava.
     "That's the way. Suck daddy's love juice. All for my baby."
      Joey sucked and swallowed eagerly.
     "Fuck, honey. This is the best blowjob I've ever had!"
     Joey popped off the knob grinning broadly. "I'm a good cocksucker,
hunh?" An ooze of cum bubbled up then ran down the shaft quickly chased by
the lapping tongue.
     "The best."
     Joey gave the knob a final suck polish.
     "Get that sweet mouth up here." On arrival Walter slid his tongue into
the creamy mouth. His paws rubbed the boys round little butt cheeks. He
loved the mixture of his cum remnants and the youngsters spit. They held
each other like the lovers they'd become.
     Joey pulled back studying his daddy with solemnity. "You know, your
cum tastes best. It's really good."
     Walter chuckled at his seriousness. "So glad you approve." He stroked
the sweet face. "You sound like such an expert."
     "I am", the boy giggled. "Daddy?"
     "Hmm?"
     "Can I lick your balls?"
     Walter gave his son a furious french kiss. "You can do anything you
want."
     Happily the boy scooted down the furry body. As he crouched between
the accommodating hairy thighs Joey stretched out on the bed on his
stomach. His eyes gazed at the full bag. The skin was almost purple with a
generous dusting of dark hairs. His mouth watered at the thought he was
about to suck his daddy's balls. He moved closer gently kissing each fat
ball.
     Walter lay back closing his eyes. He succumbed to his sons expertise.
As his body tingled with every touch and lick he marvelled anew at his good
fortune. Out of such fear and horror this absolute magic had arrived. The
boy licked balls as well as he sucked cock. Walter sighed contentedly.
      Joey licked the bag with the flat of his tongue. The balls moved
easily even though the sac was more taut than slack. Young fingers felt
over the warm flesh as he licked then slurped. With tightness of the bag it
was impossible for him to suck in one of the nuts but he could manage all
of the facing side. As his mouth encircled all that he could his tongue
lapped the skin.
     Walter groaned. The hard pressure was incredibly erotic. "Oh, fuck",
his throat rumbled low.
     Joey grinned at his own power. His suckling mouth moved from ball to
ball. The tongue licked hard. He knew how to make a man happy.
     The balls suddenly lowered as Walter sat up. His semi-hard cock
flopped along his thigh. A glistening droplet oozed from the piss slit. A
smirk twisted his handsome face as his son licked it up greedily. He was
then rewarded with a beatific grin. "Kid, you're something else." He pulled
the lad up into his arms.
     As Joey felt the warm paws rub down his back he pressed the top of his
head into the hairy chest. As he looked between their legs he watched
daddy's cock rise up like a great crane. The swollen purple knob seemed to
grin at him with its piss slit. His slim fingers took hold as they explored
the hard-on. Just looking at the mammoth pole made his mouth hunger for
it. Then he watched one of daddy's paws reach between his legs as his own
hard pricklette was fondled along with his sweet peas. As the fat middle
finger slid along his boy-cunt he brought his face up to meet his dad's.
     Walter looked deep into the boyish face. "I want to make love to
you. Very much." The response from the boy-cunt told him he wasn't alone in
his desire. After a tender lingering kiss he added, "I want you to know how
much I love you. Also, I want you to experience how wonderful making love
can be." He kissed his incestuous lover again.
    Joey grinned broadly. "You're gonna fuck me?"
    Walter sighed. He was going to show his lovely son the tremendous
difference between rape and love. "Yes. I'm going to fuck you. But I'm
going to do it with all the love I feel for you."
    Joey planted a kiss on those serious lips. His fingers gripped the
engorged pole tightly. "I just want you to fuck me with this."
     Walter chuckled. "You got it."
     Joey was pulled up onto the hairy chest as his father lay back on the
bed. The kiss was deeply passionate. Tongues lolled over each other as spit
was exchanged and enjoyed. Paws soothed his back then played with his butt
cheeks. As fingers began to play with his asshole he squirmed with deep
anticipation. It had seemed like forever since his last fuck. He wanted it
bad.
     Walter broke the kiss. Lifting the boy up and forward his mouth opened
wide to receive the small sex. His lips encircled the prize as his tongue
painted the pricklette and wee balls in man spit. The tongue slid over the
balls as the bag was teased. The pencil-prick was carressed as he licked
his sons joystick.
     Then Joey felt the most incredible sensation. His sex was released as
the tongue found his boy-cunt. The paws took his shoulders as they pressed
down. His hole sat exposed to daddy's probing tongue. As the tip wriggled
about his opening he began to squirm. His body flooded with warm tingles.
It was as if his hole was creating an electrical discharge. The current
shot through his form. The tongue at times lapped along the fullness of his
asshole until the magical tip would probe the center of his asshole. Then
it would wiggle quickly as it pushed as though it were a small version of a
cock.
     As Walter teased the sweet opening he was pleased when the boy began
to squirm. (That's it, baby. You get ready for daddy. I'm going to fuck you
like I promised you I would when you were just a babe. Even then you could
suck good. But today... I may not be your first but I'm definitely going to
be your best. You're going to have the fuck of your life.) The tip wormed
into the hole. And Joey actually bounced. The boy was primed.
     Joey found himself falling backwards though with firm paws holding his
side's. As his back hit the sheets he opened his eyes to see daddy hovering
over him. The legs were pushed up as daddy knelt between them. The monster
cock stood up proud until daddy pushed it down, out of view. When he felt
the warmth of the knob he let out a giggle. At last...
     Walter took a moment. He took in the size of fat silky knob against
the slick little hole. Purple pressing white. "When a man fucks his
daughter she's lubed. When a man fucks his son he's dry." The words were
said softly. He had a choice. He could either watch his sons face or
asshole. He didn't waiver. The eyes stared where the knob kissed the
boy-cunt. Then he pushed his weight forward. His ears barely heard Joey's
gasp. His eyes devoured the sight of his cockhead disappearing into his
sons chute. Once inside the sphincter trapped the knob in its tight wet
heat. Eyes took in the beauty of cock impalement. His knob was finally home
where it belonged.
     Joey felt his entire being come alive. The coal-hot cockhead was
secure in his boy-cunt. Daddy's knob. Groans escaped his lips.
Instinctively he pushed his body to engulf more fat cock but daddy held his
ankles firmly now. In a brief set of push-pull motion he felt the first
knowing rythms of man-fucking. "Oh, daddy", he moaned. "Fuck me. Oh, please
fuck me."
     Walters push and pull began to grow. The cock moved in an inch deeper
then pulled back revealing the curve at the edge of the knob. Then
disappeared only to become visible again. The fuck added another inch in
the push and pull. Then another. The slow fuck of a tight boy was Walters
special talent. His eyes travelled up the writhing body to see the boys
face. The neck craned up as the boys were pinched closed in ecstacy. The
mouth was open in a series of gutteral moans. Stretching out he lowered his
torso to let his fur dust the boys flesh. Paws took hold of the boys head
bringing the mouth in direct line with his own. As their tongues met lithe
arms wrapped about his neck.
     Joey's mind ceased to function. All he felt was absolute passion. His
mouth was assaulted with daddy's talented tongue. His hole experienced the
slow burning fuck of a lifetime. Nine full fat inches made love to his much
used asshole in ways he never dreamed of. The burning pole began to fuck
faster. There was urgency in each thrust met by his own hungry needs.
Daddy's face slid by his own. He heard and felt the rapid breath of daddy
by his ear. The bed began to rock as the thrusts came
stronger. Deeper. With force.
     "Oh, baby. You feel so fucking good. So tight. Sweet asshole. Baby,
baby."
     Joey groaned. He wanted all of it. The balls slapped his ass with each
quick thrust. Harder. Faster. The cock was magical. Relentless. "Fuck me,
daddy. Fuck me."
     "I am, baby. Daddy's fucking you."
     Joey groaned. "Cock. Daddy cock. Fuck me. Hard. Harder. Fuck me!"
     "Daddy's fucking you, son. With my cock. Daddy's hard cock. Up inside
my sweet boy. Fucking you. Oh, Joey. Baby. Daddy's home. Inside my Joey."
      The deep gutteral groan at his ear brought on a flashback. Hard
fucking by each man, each morning, groans in his ear. But this was daddy.
This was better. Then he felt the flow of lava hit his insides. Daddy's
groans were low but strong. The thrusts were short, sharp final jabs. Joey
wrapped his legs tightly about the man. He held the cock deep inside him
not wanting to let go. Daddy gave a few courtesy fucks to let him know he
agreed. They clung to each other fiercely.
     Walter kissed the boys ear. "That's making love." He pushed his cock
in all the way holding it inside. "You feel so good, baby. So very good."
     Joey felt the firmness subside a little. Not wanting to let go he
squirmed squeezing his ass muscle. "Please, daddy."
     Walter licked the ear. "What does my baby want?"
     "More. Again. Please."
     Walter gave a couple of thrusts. "You want another fuck?"
     "Yes. Please. Fuck me more." His butt coaxed the daddy cock. Daddy
found his mouth as tongues began to battle gently. Soon the man began to
rock as the cock bloomed fully to life. The thrusts were coy in their
tentative fucks. Daddy raised up then was seated on his rump the cock
almost twirling in the simple thrusts. "Oh, daddy", he smiled
heavy-lidded. But he felt the cock withdraw leaving his chute empty with
want.
     Walter was far from done. Crawling down he took the boy cock into his
mouth. He made love to the pricklette. He sucked up and down the little
shaft. His tongue twirled about the knob. The beefy middle finger found the
boy-cunt. As he finger-fucked the wet oozing hole he sucked the cocklette.
Walters love of boy cock was evident with each nuanced suckling. Up and
down his lips played the flute. The finger found the prostrate pressing it
with experienced massage.
     Joey's arms flailed out beside him. His body quivered. The fuck and
suck was too much. He was unable to hold down the roiling need. A groan
turned into a high-pitched squeal as he bucked his father's face. The dry
orgasm pulled his nuts tight. His hole undulated. And his pricklette nearly
exploded. The fire was fuel to his hips bucking trying to get more of the
sucking. Needing more: more suck, more fuck. Always more fuck. Cock. Daddy.
     Walter easily turned the boy over. As the hips were raised he stepped
onto the floor. Bringing the slim hips in front of him he brought his cock
to the center of the butt crack. Cockhead in place he easily slid half his
hard-on inside his son. Paws on hips he began to fuck slowly. The boy was
still deliciously tight.
    "Daddy?" Joey raised his torso horizontal to the bed, his hands planted
firmly.
     "Yes, baby? Daddy's where you need him." The hole felt amazing once
more.
     "Fuck me hard?" Joey wiggled his butt as he moaned. "Please?"
     Walter understood. The cock was pulled out. His paw gripped the shaft
as he teased the hole with faint brushes of the knob. "What do you need,
son? Hunh?"
     Joey groaned. "Please."
     "Hmm?" The knob pushed but did not enter.
     The boy pushed back but the knob retreated. "Daddy, please. Pretty
please. With sugar on top." The body trembled in his needed desire.
     The knob thrust in causing the boy a delighted yelp. Paws on hips
Walter held the boy steady. "Do you need this cock?"
     Joey groaned. "Yes", he hissed.
     "Well, my little slut. Fuck yourself."
     The boy needed no other encouragement. He began to seesaw on the
pole. Forward then back his body began to rock the daddy cock. In deep, in
shallow he fucked himself on the hard-on. Head down his groans came from
his deep hunger. The cock felt so full inside his booty.
     Walter loved his sons attention. The ass swallowed so much of his
shaft with boyish greed. The paws steadied the motion allowing Walter to
begin his thrusting. In and out he fucked the smooth butt. The hole
gobbling up more and more with each hard push. "How does that feel, baby?
Nice hard fuck." His hips began to clench with each firm fuck. Hips met boy
butt as the cock continuously impaled his son.
   "Fuck me, daddy. Fuck me hard! Fuck your cockboy." Joey growled his
desire.
    "Daddy's fucking his son. Good hard fuck. Take this fucking cock." The
man began to fuck like a machine gun. Hard. Fast. Thorough. His balls swung
with such force that they slapped against Joey's. Harder and harder he
fucked. The sweat began to trickle from his armpits, from his ass crack,
from his brow. The chest hair matted in salty excess. His cock had never
felt so good. A boy had never been so willingly compliant. Leaning across
his sons back his arms lifted the boy up with him. Fingers fondled the lads
cocklette and balls as he began his rapid final thrusts. "Daddy's close,
Joey. I'm gonna cum inside you. Fill you with daddy's boy juice."
     Joey reached up to touch his dad's handsome face. His body rocked with
each deep thrust. "Daddy. My little cock. So hot. Going to... Can feel
it..."
     Walter felt the cum rip through his cock exploding the molten knob as
it spewed. He could thrust no more. As the cock heaved his sons body
quivered in trembling orgasm. Together. United. Father and son shared their
orgasm.
     The cock thrust deep inside was like a steel hot poker. His insides
molded around the thick shaft holding daddy where he needed to be. "Oh,
daddy", he sighed as his world stopped turning.
    "Oh, my baby", Walter whispered in the boys ear. His paws roamed over
the lithe form. The paws felt chest, stomach then settled on the cocklette
and ballys.
     Joey held firm. "I don't want to let go. Not ever."
     Father kissed his sons cheek. "I know. But just think, we can be like
this everyday. Every night. You and me."
    "Promise?"
    "Promise." He sucked the neck. "Can't wait for after."
    Joey sighed. The fat cock felt so good. "After?"
     "Mmm. Once my cock slides out you're going to sit on my face. Daddy'll
take care of all that cum."
     Joey sighed. It was good to be home. Wherever daddy's cock was, was
home.



Dear Reader,
This will be my last tale for awhile. My others are listed under DaddyRob2.
I can be reached at: daddyrob2@hushmail.com
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