Date: Mon, 23 Sep 2013 19:16:09 -0500
From: jack reddy <jackbequicky@gmail.com>
Subject: The Ghost in Dad's Woodshed

The Ghost in Dad's Woodshed

Disclaimer: This is a role play fantasy about father & son, sub/dom. All
characters are portrayed to be legal, consenting adults and this story in
no way condones or encourages incest or sex with minors. If you are not a
legal adult, please read no further.  If you are offended by themes of
incest, this story is not for you. You have been warned.

When I was 11 years old my parents got divorced. My Dad moved down South
after he inherited his parents big farm house. I ended up staying with Mom
in Wisconsin during the year, but every Summer I would go and stay with my
Dad. I'd always been kind of a Momma's boy, so I dreaded going to stay with
him initially. I didn't know anyone down there so it was really just me and
my Dad hanging out all the time. He was the type of guy that loved to work
outside and he had taken up landscaping as his main occupation and had
established a good client base. That meant, he usually got up super early
and was usually back home by noon. Over the summer noon was usually when I
got up so we saw quite a bit of each other.

One thing that always scared me since I'd been visiting my Dad was the
woodshed in back. On many evenings, I'd hear loud noises coming from that
woodshed, rattling, moaning and occasionally a scream! It scared the hell
out of me the first time. I hid under my covers and closed my window, even
though it was hot in the old house without A/C. I asked Dad about it the
next morning and he said there was a ghost in that old woodshed and that I
should stay away from it and as long as I did, it wouldn't bother me.

I was still at that age when I believed everything my Dad said, so when I
heard it again, I closed the window and felt sure it wouldn't bother me and
so the Summer's went. I really got to know my Dad over the summers and
although I thought he was somewhat simple minded and country, I really
began to respect him. He did a lot to keep me busy. There were chores, but
we'd also go swimming at the lake together, fishing, hunting (which I
didn't really like-but knew my Dad did). He tried really hard to make my
Summer's enjoyable and I really loved him for that. I'm not sure when it
happened, perhaps when I was 14 or so, that I started to feel a sexual
attraction for my Dad. I remember walking in on him when he just got out of
the shower and I saw him completely nude for the first time. His balls were
hanging low and his dick was soft, but it was long. I was fascinated with
all the dark hair around his cock and all over his well-developed, tanned
chest.

Dad didn't seem to think anything about it and continued drying himself as
if I wasn't there. Finally he asked if I needed to use the bathroom (we had
only one in the old house), and I said I had to pee. "Go on," he said and
indicated with his head toward the toilet. I was kind of taken aback as I'd
never seen Dad's privates and he'd never seen mine (that I could remember
anyway). But I took it out and tried to pee standing next to him. I was
having difficulty, but Dad turned right around and released his own stream
into the toilet as if it was no big deal which helped me to go too. I
couldn't help but check him out and I felt certain he was curious about
mine too.

Strange as it may seem, that little event became a sexual catalyst for me
in terms of my fascination with my Dad. On weekends, he'd usually come down
stairs in his underwear and I really liked seeing his cock jostling around.
It was not long after that I started jerking off in my room. I'd even
started taking his dirty underwear from the clothes hamper and smelled them
as I jerked off. I love the musky, spicy smell of his drawers. But I felt
guilty about it too, lusting after my own Dad, especially since he was a
guy. I'd also felt like I was being naughty by jerking off, since all the
boys at school always made little jokes about it. But it didn't stop
me. I'd try to sneak a peak of my Dad whenever he was bathing and noticed
he usually left the door cracked open, so it was pretty easy.

I jerked off in the bathroom most of the time, after he showered. If I was
lucky, Dad would leave his underwear in the bathroom right after his
shower, so that was usually when I'd do it. Sometimes I'd jerk off in my
room, thinking about him, smelling his sweaty shirts or underwear. A few
times I'd even found what I believed to be cum stains in them and that
really excited me. I'm sure I'd left quite a few in my own drawers over the
summers.

So one fateful summer, I started to question the origin of the mysterious
sounds in the woodshed outside my bedroom window. I no longer believed in
ghosts (or at least not ones being as active as the one's I'd heard in the
woodshed). So one night, as so many before, I started hearing the sounds
coming from the rusty woodshed again. Moaning, then some yelling and the
squeak of the tin as the small shack shuddered under some strange force.

It was a moonlit night but the air was still. I was sweating in the old
house and I decided to investigate. I was still scared shitless, mind you,
but something in me had to know what was going on. So I crept down the
stairs, being careful not to make any noise that would wake Dad. Down the
dark stairs I went and out the front door. My heart was pounding fast and I
resisted the impulse to dart back up the stairs.

The antique screen door screeched ever so slightly as I went outside into
the muggy night air. The noise coming from the old shed was louder than
ever. I could make out what I believed was the sound of a guy moaning. My
heart skipped a beat. I could see light coming from the shed door as I
slowly and stealthily approached. I could even make out words as I got
closer.

I could tell there were two voices now, one talking and the other moaning.
One voice sounded gruff but familiar and I recognized it as I approached.
The foul words coming out of his mouth however, absolutely shocked me. I
was now right next to the shed, my fear gone now with the knowledge that my
own Dad was in there. I got close enough and could just see through the
warped door, even though it was shut. What I saw was a crack -- an ass
crack to be more specific. I was looking at my Dad's ass from behind. His
overalls were down to his ankles and he was pushing into something. I then
noticed a pair of hairy legs in front of his Dad's legs.  He wasn't pushing
into it, he was Fucking someone!

"Is this what you came here for faggot, to get fucked!" he yelled as he
thrust into the man. The stranger yelled out "Yes Dad, fuck me" as he
firmly grabbing the sides of an old work table, his knuckles white.

"Don't worry son, I'm going to give you what you came here for!" Dad yelled
again. He continued thrusting roughly into the man, whose age I could not
tell. All I could see from the opening was his hairy arms grabbing the side
of the table as Dad fucked him. Dad's back was trickling with sweat and his
ass cheeks clenched as he fucked the man, his huge nuts swaying wildly back
and forth.

The savagery of the scene both repelled and excited me and I could feel a
tingling sensation in my groin as Dad continued to pummel the man. Dad's
hands then clasped the man's shoulders tight as he continued to push
himself into the man as far as he could possibly go. The man let out a yell
so loud it startled me. It seemed to me like Dad was raping the man, from
my understanding of the term. He continued call the man all sorts of names
like faggot, slut, bitch, whore as he fucked him. He even called him a
little girl! I couldn't believe what I was hearing!!

What I could believe even less is that my own dick was now rock hard in my
pants from witnessing my Dad seemingly assault and abuse this man and I had
no idea why. I only knew that I needed to get back to my room before Dad
knew I'd seen him, but I was riveted to the spot by the scene that unfolded
before me.

The cussing and fucking continued for several minutes before Dad let out a
huge yell himself and stopped abruptly, tensing up and thrusting one last
time into the man holding the table, who also let out a loud groan. After a
moment, Dad backed up from the man on the table.

It dawned on me at that moment that I needed to go back, but I feared there
would only be seconds for me to do it. Instead I headed to the side of the
shed, away from the door, hoping to hide. And I was right. Only a couple of
seconds later the door opened.

"Now get the fuck out of here," Dad said roughly to the man, "Come back
when you need another good dickin, and tell any of those "friends" I got
plenty for em' when they need to have their pussies widened."

I could hear Dad's footsteps going toward the house.  A moment later I
heard the stranger's steps going toward the driveway and then he drove
away. I waited for a few minutes until I was sure Dad had gone upstairs and
snuck back into my room. I was still in a kind of daze and state of
disbelief from what I'd just witnessed, but repeated the scene in my mind
as I eagerly jerked myself off that night. I'd never shot such a huge load
in my life.

From that point on, I saw Dad in an entirely new light, not only as the
object of my sexual fantasies, but as the very person who might actually
make them come true! I couldn't wait to witness some more events like those
of tonight.

My bedtime was 11:00PM or at least the time I had to be in my room for
tonight: Dad's rules. So around 11:30PM was when I figured the action
began. Now that I knew something was going on, I paid more attention to the
activities around the big house. From my window I could see the back of the
shed and needless to say, my attention was focused on it the next night.

Nothing happened for the next few days, but every night I would watch. Then
on the fourth evening from the first event, I saw someone go into the
shed. It was definitely a man, but he appeared to have something on his
face. It was too dark to tell for sure. About 10 minutes later, I saw Dad
enter. I marked the time in my mind: 11:50PM.

Once Dad had entered the shed, I made my way down the stairs again and out
the door, still careful to be quiet. I crept up to the door again and
looked through the opening (where the door met the frame). This time I
beheld a somewhat different scene. A man in a mask was on his knees and Dad
was standing in front of him. Dad's overalls were down to his ankles
again. I beheld Dad's mammoth cock jutting out! It was the biggest hard
dick I'd ever seen!! It was also the first hard cock I'd ever seen up close
and in person!

Dad had a scowling expression on his face and the man was trying to put the
big dick in his mouth.

"You better prep it good," he barked. "It's the only lube you're getting
fucker", he said yelling at the man. The man tried to accommodate the big
cock in his mouth, but it was obviously a tight fit. Still he managed to
get most of it in, and it glistened as he pulled off of it.

"Naw, you're not done yet," Dad said, as he grabbed the man's head and
forced it back on his manhood. He continued fucking the man's mouth for
quite some time and even made the man gag several times when he pushed it
too far. He'd also slapped the man's face when he gagged and called him
various dirty names.

Then he pulled the shirtless man up under the arms roughly and bent him
over the table.

"Please Dad, be gentle" the man pleaded to my father.

Dad gave a cruel laugh, "You're in the wrong place for gentle son, now get
the fuck out, if you don't want what I got!" he yelled again.

"No Dad, I need it", the man replied nearly inaudibly.

"Damn right you do," Dad yelled and then pulled the man's pants down,
exposing his underwear. Then in one swift move, Dad ripped open the
underwear and thrust his cock into the man. The man let out a loud yell,
but Dad didn't relent. He kept thrusting as the guy cried out. It was
brutal; it was savage, but the man took it. Dad fucked the man long and
good as I watched it. My cock was once again rock hard and I rubbed myself
as Dad completely dominated the man in front of me.

I'd never been so turned on in all my life and I pulled my cock out of my
pants and jerked off right there, outside the woodshed door.  It took only
seconds for me to shoot, and I shot in multiple spurts onto woodshed door.

I continued watching the scene complete as it had before, but once Dad had
finished unloading into the man, I crept to the side of the shed as
before. This time, I decided to go all the way behind the shed in the
darkness.

As before, Dad departed and then shortly afterward the man left. I was
curious about this man, so I followed him as he went to his vehicle. I
followed far behind, but as he neared the drive he stopped. He reached up
to his head and then put something on the back of the tree, facing away
from the road. Then he got into a pick-up truck. It was a different car
from the last man that had been here, of that I was sure. Once he was down
the road, I went up to the tree and saw what he put there. It was the
mask. It was a black masquerade type mask which covered only the eyes and a
portion of the noise.

I wondered at that point whether it was something that all the men wore
when they came here. As I approached the front of the house, the light was
out. I assumed Dad had turned it out for the night, but I wondered if it
was some kind of code -- light on, open for business, light out, stay
away. I made a mental note and decided to check from now on.

Dad's behavior toward me seemed no different the next day. I can't pretend
I didn't act differently toward him however. Now that I knew he fucked men,
I wanted him to do it to me too. When he came down in his underwear now, I
would stare at his bulge hoping he would notice. But he never seemed to or
at least he pretended not too.

This was the year that I received my first laptop (from Mom and Dad) for my
birthday, so I started keeping a journal of my experiences and the things I
witnessed. I'd also starting writing some of my own fantasies with Dad and
that really turned me on. I didn't worry about Dad finding it, since I knew
Dad didn't have a computer or a cellphone and he probably didn't have the
slightest clue on how to use one.

Needless to say, no computer meant no internet (at his house anyway). That
limited my porn options, but I'd usually downloaded enough while I was home
during school year to keep me satisfied. Most of the pictures I'd found
showed guys getting fucked up the ass and after seeing my Dad fuck someone,
I really wanted to try it too.

I'd never had anything up my ass though and I never really thought of it
until that summer. I started fantasizing about it and fingered my asshole,
pretending it was Dad doing it. It hurt at first and I understood almost
from the beginning the importance of lube. I used whatever I could find in
the house. Dad had Vaseline in the bathroom and often I would use that;
sometimes baby oil. I started with one finger and eventually got up to
three. I normally did it in that bathroom before I showered. Because of
those experiences, I had a much better understanding of what the men were
actually going through that got fucked by my Dad, especially because it
really, really hurt at first. For them to take his massive cock must be
nearly unbearable. I figured they must have had a lot more experience than
me since I'd never had a cock up my ass before.

As the summer went on, I kept Dad under constant surveillance at night. I
watched the shed and followed Dad out, time and again. The timing was not
at all the same. Sometimes he'd go out right at 11:15PM at other times it
would be after midnight. Some evenings he wouldn't go out at all.  I'd
figured out that he was always in his bedroom before he went out and I was
wondering how he knew someone was in the shed.  The only consistency was
that it always happened after my bedtime which he strictly enforced at
11PM. Now that I knew why and unlike before, I was usually in my bedroom
before he had to tell me. I was eager for him to continue with his
nighttime activities now that I was a secret part of it plus I was always
excited to write about it the next day.

The scenes unfolded much like before. The men always wore the masks and
they'd be in the woodshed before he got in there. Dad did turn the light
off when he went to the shed. Once I'd hear him pass by my bedroom, I'd
kept an eye out for that. I saw him leave from the top of the stairs and
he'd immediately switch the light off.

I'd follow shortly thereafter. I started wishing for other angles to see
the action. I carefully inspected the woodshed for other cracks or openings
that I could see through. It was pretty well constructed much to my
chagrin, but I did notice a few small holes in the structure that had
missed during my initial inspection of the place. So I was able to move
around quietly to observe these men as my Dad fucked, humiliated and
dominated them. He treated each man mostly the same, but was rougher with
some than others. Some he even paddled. He seemed to get off on degrading
them and all of them seemed to want that. He even pissed on one of the men
and spit on him while barraging him with cusswords and insults. The men
must have liked it as they came back again and again to endure the abuse of
my Dad.

Some of the men were regulars. I recognized one man from his mustache and
his moans and yells. There were a couple others that I had begun to
recognize too. Some called him Sir, some Dad and some Daddy. Still the
question of how he knew they were in the woodshed occupied my mind.  I knew
deep down the reason was because I wanted Dad to fuck me. I'd already
worked it out. I'd wear the mask, come out to the woodshed and be waiting
for him. But somehow these men knew how to let him know they were waiting
for him and if this was going to work, I had to know how too. Since he
didn't have a cellphone and the house phone never rung at night, there must
be some other method.

The men usually had to wait only minutes for Dad to arrive. I'd thought
that perhaps he heard their vehicles, but the drive was in the front of
massive farm house and his bedroom was in back next to mine.  I never even
knew there were cars in the driveway until I started following Dad out to
the shed.

So, one day when Dad was in town running an errand, I decided to
investigate. I went to explore Dad's room, but found nothing out of the
ordinary. Nothing in fact that would have even led me to believe there was
some secret sexual life going on. The only thing I did find an old walkie
talkie in his night stand.  I figured the other must be in the shed, so I
went out to the shed and looked around. Sure enough, there it was on the
side next to the table. I'd never noticed it before, but there it was. The
picture was now complete.

The only other thing to figure out was how the men summoned him there. Did
they say, "I'm here", or was there a code word. My obsession with James
Bond may have appeared dorky to some, but it paid off when it came to
thinking things through. So now I had to try to figure out how to be
outside when the call to Dad was made. It wasn't going to be easy; his room
was right next to mine, so he'd see me if I just left around 11PM unless he
was in his bedroom.

I looked out my window, but it was a steep drop down. I would undoubtedly
break my neck if I could even summon the courage to try it. No, I had to
come up with another way. I concluded the only way was to sneak out and
down the stairs and be at the shed before someone came. Since it wasn't a
regular thing, I'd probably have to try several times, which just increased
my chance of getting caught. But in the end, I decided it had to be done if
my plan was going to work.

So that night, as soon as Dad closed his door, I snuck downstairs. I'd
arranged my sheets to make it look like I was sleeping under them, just in
case he opened my door. The light was on outside. My heart was pounding
fast as I went to the shed and hid behind it.

I waited for what seemed like hours, though it was only about 30 minutes.
It was luck perhaps that someone just happened to come that night. I peeked
from behind the shed toward the driveway when I heard the car. The guy got
out, got the mask then made his way toward the shed. As soon as he went in,
I looked through the crack to see what he was doing. He picked up the
walkie and all he did was hit the talk button three times, but did not say
anything.

The man then took off his clothes and was completely naked, then bent over
the table waiting for Dad to come. I moved to the back of the shed,
crouching down, knowing Dad would appear in a few moments.

A couple of minutes later I saw him rounding the corner to the back of the
house. He was only wearing a pair of overalls with no shirt. I had to
quickly duck out of sight as he got closer so he wouldn't see me. Then he
entered the woodshed. As soon as the door had shut, I got closer and looked
through the crack.

"So faggot, back for some more," he said roughly, undid his overall and
thrust his hardening cock into the man's ass seconds after he'd
arrived. The man yelled out, but took it.

"Fuck me Daddy, I've been a bad boy."

"I know you have son and I'm gonna make sure you pay for it," Dad said.

He rough fucked the man for some time, spanking his ass hard with his hands
and also using a paddle in between fucking him. It was a brutal scene, but
erotic as well. As usual, I'd already pulled out my cock and started
stroking it. My Dad's verbal abuse was really turning me on, plus watching
him humiliate and fuck the man.

"I'm breeding you son, like the little bitch you are," Dad yelled as he got
close to climax, his nuts slapping wildly against the man's balls.

It was only seconds before Dad gave a final violent thrust, then pulled
out, pulled the man off the table and shot his spunk directly into the
man's open mouth.

"Drink that cum, faggot boy," he yelled at the man on his knees. He shot a
tremendous amount of sperm -- into his mouth, on his face and on his
hair. The man seemed to love it, grabbing Dad's cock and trying to get
more.

After Dad was done, he pulled the man up under his arms, turned him around
and started rough fingering his asshole. The man started jerking off, Dad
fingered him harder. We both came in unison, him shooting his load and me
shooting mine, just outside the door.

I couldn't enjoy it long though. I realized in a panic I'd stayed too
long. I darted away from the shed, my cock still sticking out of my fly,
scrambling toward the house and just rounded the corner as I heard the
woodshed door shut. Dad was coming up right behind me. I made it to my room
just before Dad opened the front door, both of us trying to be as quiet as
possible.

I fell on my bed, out of breath, my heart still beating fast, my cock still
out of my pants. Tomorrow was my day I thought. Tomorrow Dad was going to
fuck me, although he didn't know it yet.  End Part 1

I didn't sleep well that night. I tossed and turned, fantasized about what
was going to happen the next day. Once the day came, it seemed to pass by
at a snail's pace and all I could think about was Dad's cock inside of me.

When Dad and I had breakfast together, I tried to be calm and not stair at
the bulge in his worn underwear. He did catch me looking, but just smiled
and then got up to get some coffee. I went to the sink to wash the dishes
and clean up the kitchen.

I spent a great deal of the day writing my journal on the computer, but I
was so distracted it was hard to do.  I was trying to pass the time and
even did some chores in the yard, constantly looking at the woodshed and
knowing I was going to lose my virginity in mere hours, wanting to feel
Dad's balls slapping against mine, replying the previous scenes between Dad
and the other men.

That night, at my regular shower time, I'd taken extra time to wash and
clean to make sure I was ready. My cock was hard throughout the day in
anticipation, but I refused to jerk off. I wanted to shoot the biggest load
ever tonight, but my balls ached all day as a result.

 It was now 10:45pm and my heart was racing. I went and said goodnight to
Dad in the living room and said I was going to bed, but my face blushed as
I said it. It was hard for me to lie to Dad but he was watching T.V.  and
didn't seem to notice. He just looked up at my face for a second "Gnight
boy, sleep well," was all he said.

Once upstairs, I put on a pair of jeans that hopefully wouldn't be
recognized by Dad and a white tee shirt. I didn't wear any underwear and my
hard cock was pressing against the fabric of my jeans, making an outline. I
tried to breathe and calm down, but it was no use. I put on a pair of old
boots and then I waited for Dad to go to his room.

About 10 minutes after I went into my bedroom, I heard Dad's door close. I
knew it was time. I then snuck down the stairs moments later, afraid of
every creaking board. I managed it though, without too much sound.

Once outside the door, I went to the tree and grabbed the mask and put it
on. Then I made my way to the woodshed. Let me say that I can only describe
in the most basic terms what I was feeling as I entered the shed. The
excitement, the apprehension, plus the fear of being caught, all of it was
so vivid in my mind and there are no written words to adequately describe
it.  I had no idea of what to expect, but I was driven by the raging
hormones that boys my age are victim too.

I was also aware that I was the youngest of the guys that Dad had been
with; most seemed to be in their late 20s to early 40s. I couldn't see
their faces, but their bodies usually gave me an indication of their ages
and none of them looked to be as young as I was. I was also a virgin and
had never had much sexual contact. I knew I wasn't really attracted to
girls, but I'd sort of kept that part of me hidden, even from myself.
Therefore being with Dad, in a sense, was also coming to terms with my own
sexuality, coming out, especially if Dad were to find out-of which there
was certainly a big risk, plus acknowledging a desire to be intimate with
my own father-which was most certainly taboo. All of this was racing
through my mind as I closed the woodshed door and starting taking off my
clothes.

I didn't mind being naked though. I'd always been proud of my body and
although I didn't do much to maintain it, I'd always had a lean, muscular
body, even though I ate a lot. I didn't like to play regular sports, but I
was active and played Frisbee, skated boarded, did outdoor chores. I'd
often walk about the house without a shirt on. I hoped that Dad wouldn't
recognize my chest, but I couldn't be certain.

After I was naked, wearing only the mask now, my shaking hand reached for
the walkie talkie and I said a last prayer that everything would work out
as I'd planned. I hit the talk button three times as I'd seen the other
guys do. Now I had to wait and it was the most nerve racking time of all,
knowing that at any moment my Dad was going to come through the woodshed
door. I leaned over the table, as the other guys had done and grabbed the
sides. I could feel my ass open up and the air caressing it, knowing my
virgin asshole was going to be the first thing Dad saw when he came through
that door, waiting for him to ravage me. Although I'd gotten my asshole
used to fingers, I knew this was going to be painful since Dad's cock was
huge and having witnessed all other other men's distorted and pained faces
from his cock assault.

My fear was growing as the minutes passed like hours. Then I heard the
woodshed door creak open.

Pure Adrenaline! I knew Dad was now seeing my asshole, my nuts and cock
hanging down as he opened that door. I could feel his gaze on my naked
skin. My heart raced and then skipped a beat.

"Looks like I have a new pussy to fuck," he said harshly.

"Stand up boy and let me have a look at you." I did, I turned around and
met Dad's gaze.

"How old are you faggot?" he demanded.

"18 Sir," I said as bravely as I could muster.

"You look more like 16 to me son," he said, as his rough, weathered hand
rubbed my smooth chest and nipples, sending electric shocks through my
body, my cock already at attention.

"You been with a man before?" he asked as his hand went down over my pubes
and then firmly grabbed my nuts. He squeezed them hard and I shuddered.

"No Sir," I stammered as he continued to squeeze my nuts. I was shaking
from nervousness.

"It's been a while since I opened up a virgin," he said with a hint of
excitement in his voice.

"How'd you hear about me?" he asked letting go of my balls, then moving his
hand to my ass cheeks.

"A friend Sir" I said, trying to make my voice sound lower.

"Uh huh--" he said, then put his middle finger is his mouth and moistened
it.

"They told you what to expect, I hope--" he said, then suddenly, without
warning, pushing his middle finger into my asshole. I jumped and my face
flinched and I feel slightly forward.

"Yes Sir," I said, catching my breath.

"Well just to make certain, this is a house of pleasure AND PAIN son. I
don't do none of that fuckin sissy shit -- .hugging -- kissing," he said as
he continued fingering my hole roughly.

"Men come here to get a good dickin from me. I've got nine inches of hard
cock to slide into their pussies and I'm rough. I get off on making men
squirm and making them my bitches. You got that?"

"Yes Sir," I said though clenched teeth as he continued fingering my hole.

"You're only concern is MY pleasure, serving me, understand?"

"Yes Sir," I said nervously.

"You can call me ‘Sir',
‘Dad', ‘Daddy',
‘Master'. Some of you guys like pretending I'm
their Dad, punishing them by fuckin em good. Others want to be dominated by
a man.  It doesn't fuckin matter to me, I just like putting my big pole up
your pussies and making you yell."

"But don't touch your cock until I've cum, that's rule #1. Now bend over
that table. You're days as a virgin are at an end," he said flatly.

Dad grabbed two ropes and began tying my legs to the table legs. I was
getting very nervous at that point, since I'd never seen Dad do this to
anyone else.

"What are you doing Dad", I said not even realizing I'd switched from
‘Sir', to what came naturally.

"I've gotta pop your cherry boy and I don't need you squirming around. This
‘ll make sure you stay put.

After each of my legs was secured he grabbed two more ropes tied them
around each wrist and fastened them to each of the legs on the opposite end
of the long work table, until I was completely immobilized, my chest and
arms across the table and my ass open to him.  I was really getting nervous
now, knowing I could not get out of this, even if I wanted to.

As Dad finished tying me to the old table, he took off his clothes, making
sure I could see him. All I could do was lift my head up, my chin resting
hard on the table. He was now completely naked, rubbing his massive cock
back and forth. I could see precum on the tip as he worked it over his
large shaft and his cock head was glistening.

"Is this what you came here for son," he said looking directly in my eyes
in a serious tone, as he stroked himself.

"You want to get fucked by a grown man, you fuckin' sissy, don't you? You
want Dad to be in control and make you his bitch and take care of you,
don't you son?"

"Yes Dad..." I said in a low voice, my cock responding from the dirty talk.

Dad then got on the narrow table and straddled it, which his thick legs
handing on each side and moved his crotch close to my face, as close as he
could get.

His hard cock was now brushing against my lips and I tasted his pre-cum. He
moved closer, then pushed his cock head between my lips.

"Open up boy. Time for you to suck a cock," he said as he grabbed my hair
roughly and helped lift up my head. I was straining, but I managed to open
my mouth as he pushed inside.

Dad started thrusting his hips as he impaled my face on his shaft. I loved
the musky smell of it, the man smell of his crotch, the smell I'd
experienced so many times before jerking off with his underwear. His shaft
was buried deeper and deeper into my throat. I gagged often, but Dad didn't
relent. He let me catch some air and went right back in. I continued
servicing his cock for what seemed like an hour.

He called me every derogatory name in the book as I sucked him off,
cock-sucker, faggot, queer, slut, bitch, pussy boy -- .anything I could
think of and several more I'd never heard. But I loved every minute of
it. I wanted to be his bitch and to serve him and to get him off.

My own cock remained rock-hard the entire time. I wanted so much to touch
it and give my aching balls some relief. My body was sore all over from
being tied to the table, and my arms were going numb now that his legs were
straddling them too, but it just increased the overall experience and
sensation of what was going on.

Eventually Dad got off the table and got behind me. I knew at any moment,
my virginity was going to be a thing of the past.

But to my surprise, the first thing I felt wasn't his massive cock ripping
open my hole, it was his tongue. I felt Dad licking my nuts while he milked
my smooth cock in his rough hand. Then I felt his tongue move from my nuts
up to my asshole and he was licking my hole. It was pure ecstasy. I'd never
felt anything so amazing. First it was a light licking on the outside of my
hole, but then it got more intense. Dad was pushing his tongue into my
asshole and was sucking and licking my hole with reckless abandon!

I moaned and groaned in joy and pleasure. His rough face seemed embedded in
my hole. Occasionally he would lick my nuts too and suck my cock-head. All
of it felt incredible and I moaned.

 "Yeah, you like that don't you. I ain't never met a faggot that didn't
like to have his pussy ate," he said vulgarly, then slapped my ass hard.

I loved it, no doubt, but I was eager for a different experience. I knew
that what I wanted more than anything was to have him inside me.

Dad got up and began rubbing his hands all over my body. First my legs,
feeling my lightly haired legs, moving his hands over my smooth ass,
rubbing my balls and cock, then moving up to my back, arms, rubbing the
hair under my arms, then my head and then my face. He got close to my face
and kissed me and licked me, which I did not expect. He nibbled my ears,
licked them too, like he was an animal. I'd never seen him do this to
anyone else. He seemed to enjoy touching my body all over and smelling me,
my hair, my pits, he was getting off on me! I was excited that he found me
sexy.

After a few minutes of this he moved behind me and I thought I knew what
was about to happen, but I was wrong. Instead he undid the ropes holding my
legs, then undid the ropes holding my arms.

"Get up son," he said. I did as he said, my body extremely stiff from being
bent over for an hour in the same position. Stand up straight, he
ordered. I did, waiting for his next move.

"I know it's you son," he said and quickly pulled the mask off my face. I
was surprised! "I've know all along it was you. I know your body better
than you think I do," he said with a sudden chuckle.

"I also know you've been watching me out here and I know you want my pole,"
he said, rubbing his cock looking at me in earnest.

I thought I was in trouble for sure and that my fantasy was over.

"And you are gonna get it tonight, but not in here, not your first time. If
you want to get bedded by your old Dad, it's gonna be in Daddy's bed. Now
grab your clothes and let's go inside," he said rubbing my hair playfully
then patting my bare ass.

I grabbed my pants, shoes and shirt, excited more than ever. I walked
toward the house with Dad, neither of us caring that we were completely
naked. I didn't know what to think. I was still nervous but also excited
that Dad knew it was me and still wanted to be with me.

We went up the stairs and I put my clothes in my room and then went to
Dad's room. He was waiting for me. I didn't bother closing the door since
it was just the two of us. I got on the bed and Dad pulled me close. He
started kissing me almost immediately, his tongue pressing into my mouth.

"I've been waiting so long to do this son," he said as we embraced and
hugged.

 "We can play in the woodshed sometime boy if you want, but tonight needs
to be somethin' special. Ya only get your cherry popped once boy." I nodded
and my eyes watered that Dad cared so much about me.

"First, I need you to know that you don't have any secrets from me son, and
I love you just the way you are, and I've seen it all," he said in complete
earnestness.

"I've been keeping an eye on your development ever since you start coming
here over the summers."

I looked at him somewhat confused by what exactly he meant.

"Come here and let me show you boy," he got off the bed and I followed. He
removed a picture from the wall and behind it was a type of stopper, which
he pulled out. It opened a half an inch hole in the wall. I looked through
it and could see into the bathroom perfectly, both the shower and toilet
were visible, plus anyone using them. I was taken aback that my Dad had
been spying on me and my face flushed red, remembering all the jack off
sessions I'd had in there, plus the various other things. I was somewhat
horrified.

He saw the expression on my face. "I said, don't worry about it, but I'm
not done yet."

There was another picture on the other wall by his room door and he took it
down and another stopper was there that he took out and it was my room. You
could see my bed, my computer and desk. Again my face flushed red from
embarrassment and shame at all the things I'd done in there, not even able
to recall them all at the moment, thinking it was all in private. I was
getting mad, in fact, at Dad's invasion of privacy.

"One more thing, and I promise it's the last," he said. He went to his
closet and above it was the attic entrance. He reached up there and got
down an album. He sat down on the bed and directed me to do the same. He
opened it and it contained my computer journal entries. He'd not only
accessed them but also printed them out. It looked as if he'd read them a
few times. All of my deepest and darkest fantasies were in there. I felt
like an idiot for not blocking my computer and for believing he didn't know
about computers. I was speechless, my anger boiling -- .

"Listen to me," Dad said in a firm, loud voice and I looked at him, tears
tricking down my face from anger and embarrassment -- "I love you son and I
just wanted to know you, all of you, I wanted to know what turned you on
and whether I'd have a chance to be with you. If I hadn't seen that, I
would never have known you wanted to be with me," he said gently.

"Besides, don't forget, you've been spying on your old man too, I'm
assuming for the same reason."

He was right of course. I was no better. I'd been watching him at the
woodshed all summer long and spying on him in the shower and plus --
.smelling his drawers -- Oh God, I'd forgotten about that and he know about
that too! I hung my head down. Dad rubbed my hair.

"Let's promise not to have any more secrets between the two of us,
O.K. son?"  He looked at me and gave me smile. My embarrassment seemed to
vanish in that moment and I knew that Dad knew all about me and still loved
me and I loved him. He embraced me and we hugged hard. Dad knew me know
more than anyone else in the world, my deepest darkest secrets, doubts,
fears and fantasies and he loved them all. It was definitely a liberating
experience and my guilt about all that things I had done melted away,
especially when he kissed me deeply.

Then he started licking me all over, my pits, my crotch and smelling me. He
was getting really hard. I wanted to lick him too, so I started mimicking
what he was doing. I also smelled his hairy pits and licked them and felt
him all over, eventually getting down to his cock, sucking him off. We
sucked each other and explored each other's bodies for what seemed like
hours. It was starting to smell like sweaty men in the air, thanks in part
to the heat in the house.

Eventually Dad maneuvered me so that my legs were on his shoulders and his
cock was pressing against my hole, still somewhat sore from him fingering
me earlier.

"This is gonna hurt the first time son, but I know you've been prepping,"
(a flash of embarrassment, but it passed quickly), " -- and I know you can
take it.  You're tough and it's just a reality of man to man love." He put
some extra lube on his cock, then looked deeply into my eyes as he pushed
his cock-head through my anal ring. I winced in pain, but maintained my
composure as his thick glistening cock opened me up.

"I love you so much boy," he said over and over again as he pushed in
further. Tears were coming down my face due to the pain but also because of
the joy of knowing that my Dad loved me and was willing to give me every
inch of his love. Once he was all the way inside, he kissed me passionately
and deeply.

Then Dad started talking dirty again, I know he liked it and he knew I
liked it too, thanks to my journal.

"You've been wanting me to fuck you, haven't you boy?" he said as he pulled
out.

"Yes Daddy," I said.

"I've been wanting to fuck you for a long time now," he said and pushed his
cock all the way back in. I let out a load moan, tears welling in my eyes.

" I knew you was a faggot, been looking at your Dad's cock, lusting after
it, jerking off to it, wanting it in your pussy, isn't that right?"

He withdrew his cock, then spit on my face and licked it off and then
pushed his cock all the way back in.

"Yes Sir," I said in a pained voice.

"You've been taking my dirty drawers and smelling them, haven't you boy?"
he said. "Wantin' to smell a grown man's cock and balls." He said pulling
his cock out again.  "I jerked off in them a couple of times just for you
son," he said.

"I know Daddy," I whispered.

"I've been smellin' yours too son, trying to see when you was ready to be
fucked. I knew it was about time when I saw cum stains in your drawers," he
continued, then spanked my hole with his massive cock and shoved it in
again. I yelled.

"And I saw that fuckin' faggot porn on your computer boy and I knew you
needed a man in your pussy bad," he said, pulling out and ramming in again,
I groaned loudly.

"You're like a bitch in heat, needing your pussy fucked, aren't ya?

"Yes Daddy" I yelled out as he pulled back out.

"Damn right bitch, you've been watching me in the shower too, haven't you?"
he said pushing his cock in again.

"Yes Sir," I said, feeling ashamed for spying on him, still taken aback by
the pain of his massive cock entering me over and over again.

"I've been watching you too son," he continued, "I've watching you jerk off
in your room -- knew my boy was turning into a man...saw you fingering your
boy pussy, I knew you needed Daddy--"

"And did you like watching your Daddy fuck those faggots in the woodshed?"
he asked.

"Yes Sir, I wanted you to fuck me like that Daddy," I said in between his
thrusts, my voice shaky.

"You liked me cussin em, fuckin em, roughin em up, didn't you boy? You said
in your journal that turned you on, didn't you Cunt!"

"Yes Daddy," I said as his fucking continued.

"You said you wanted Daddy to punish you too and call you dirty names,
isn't that right faggot...and you wanted Daddy to fuck you hard too, didn't
you, you Pussy,"

"Yes Daddy, PLEASE do it to me too!" I yelled in the heat of passion, my
cock rock hard, my balls aching uncontrollably.

"That's good son, because all along I've been pretending those other men
where YOU!"

Then Dad let loose and didn't stop.  He fucked me hard as I yelled, I
moaned and screamed, but I didn't want him to stop. His heavy balls were
slapping against mine wildly, he picked up speed until I thought the
headboard was going to bust through the wall. He was going in deep, his
cock darting in and out, impaling me each time.  The pain was only equaled
by the pleasure, but it eventually subsided to a dull ache and pure bliss
was took over.

"I love you boy" he kept saying as my legs shook wildly back and forth on
his shoulders as he penetrated me over and over again. We were both
drenched in sweat, his sweat dripping all over my body from his head and
chest. The look in his eyes was one of reckless abandon, animal lust and
passion, years of pent up desire that had finally been unleashed. I'll
never forget the look in his eyes as he took me the first time.

Moments later he erupted as he gave one final deep plunge into me, grabbing
my shoulders and pulling me hard into his hairy, sweaty groin, holding me
with all his might. His deep guttural roar seemed to shake the room as
torrents of hot cum shot violently into me. My cock erupted too, all by
itself, something that had never happened before or since that night,
shooting bursts of teen jism onto my own chest and face. It was a perfect
moment in time, Dad and son shooting their loads, one in response to the
other, both shuddering simultaneously in climax, sharing the most intimate
of experiences together.

After several moments of exhausted panting, Dad reluctantly withdrew his
spent rod, collapsing next to me on the bed, holding me in a sweaty
embrace, close to his heart in his strong hairy arms, the smell of him
intoxicating me. We lay like that for nearly an hour, kissing, hugging and
holding one another. I never wanted it to end. Dad promised me it was just
the beginning and gave me a mischievous little smile.

Dad was true to his word. He fucked me at least once a day while I was
visiting him, sometimes two or three times a day. Sometimes I'd go in the
woodshed and click the walkie talkie button and pretend I was like one of
the men he fucked. I'd strip, grab the table and have my ass ready for
him. At other times he come to my room, late at night when I least expected
it and I'd wake up with a cock in my ass. We both liked it rough, a genetic
trait perhaps, but he as the top and me as the bottom. Our relationship got
closer and I eventually moved in with him. The one major change was that
the porch light never when on again, to the disappointment of many I fear,
but the ghost in that woodshed never did quiet down.

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