Date: Fri, 27 Aug 2021 20:02:50 +0000 (UTC) From: Danny Smith Subject: The Great American Game, Pt. 3 The Great American Game By Danny Smith This is a work of fiction. It involves descriptions of consensual sex between a father and son. If this isn't to your taste, please don't read. Don't forget to help support Nifty with donations. Part 3 Even though we never had much "alone time" at home, I did take every opportunity to quietly be with my son. We enjoyed "cleaning out the basement" (wink wink), or even the attic. Not very comfortable up there but if it gave us even a few minutes of kissing and feeling each other up, we took advantage of it. The most obvious way to sneak in some fun time together was me checking on him in his room while he was doing homework. Neither my wife nor I just barged in to his bedroom without knocking first, so I knew that if he and I were in there she would at least give us a minute to pretend nothing was going on. One time in particular I came in to "help him with his homework," when we took the opportunity to visit some of his favorite porn sites, and mine. We took turns picking what video to watch and it turns out we both had pretty much the same taste in gay sex. We were watching one really hot one when, as he was seated in his chair and I was standing behind him, I began rubbing and playing with his nipples. I hoped his nips were as sensitive as mine. Turns out they were. Now over the years I found that men with who have sensitive tits (and not all men do...some don't even like them played with) fall into two broad categories. The ones who like them rubbed very softly -- or licked very softly -- and the ones who like them pinched hard or actually bitten. I helped him take off his shirt and decided to find out. Naturally I started soft; stroking and caressing them, occasionally coating my fingers with saliva and rubbing them against his tits. He responded beautifully moaning softly and telling me how good it felt. So, of course, I began to apply a little pressure, squeezing them just a bit, and tugging at them. Testing them. He liked it. I pinched harder. His sharp intake of breath told me he was feeling something but not whether he liked it or not. But he didn't make the slightest move to stop me. "Do you like it like this?" I asked. "Yeah Dad. Do it harder." Naturally I was happy to. "Harder." Again the moan; it was a moan of pain, but mixed with pleasure too. And still his arms hung loose and relaxed at his side. "Harder!" Finally I went full out, squeezing those beautiful amber nubs as hard as I could. He was gasping in pain but made no move at all to stop me. Finally I put an end to it, and spun his chair around. His nipples were bright red and clearly sore. I bent over and gently licked them. "See, doing it hard like that makes them more sensitive later so that when I stop or, when I kiss them, it feels better than ever." "Oh God, Dad I never knew something could hurt and feel good at the same time." "Well tit play sure does. And you know what else does?" "No, what." "Fucking." "I really want to try that Dad. I love watching videos where two guys are fucking. It looks so hot and so loving at the same time. But I'm scared." "Scared of what?" "It's got to hurt. You know it will." "I won't lie to you...yes the first time or two, it hurts. Sometimes it hurts like hell. But just like with your nipples, it can hurt and feel good too. And yes, at the same time. I really want to do it with you." "And I want you to, Dad. I want it bad." "But everything has to be right for that. I don't want to do it in the car, or the locker room. Maybe after time when you're more opened up and can take it up your ass easier. It's fun to just let another guy stick it in anytime you feel like you need it. But that first time...no, that first time has to be special." Looking back on that conversation it's hard to believe sometimes. Here my son and I were openly discussing how I was going to take his virginity. What a great and special relationship we had. We'd been in his room quite a while and I didn't want my wife getting suspicious so I gave him a kiss and went back downstairs. He didn't come down right away and I knew he was up there watching porn and jacking off. Fine. He's a teenage boy. The next day I stopped at the adult book store on my way home. I was a regular there and the clerks all knew me by sight, but I was usually back in the darkened arcade booths meeting strangers. This time I was in the retail section, looking for some gifts for Jeff. I found what I wanted...a pair of tit clamps, and a small dildo. It was a little tricky getting them out of the car and up to Jeff's room without my wife seeing me, but there are ways of doing that. I explained to him what they were for, although it was probably self-evident how to use them. I told him the dildo was small, but it would get him used to the sensation of having something up his ass. And the tit clamps he could use whenever he wanted to. I hoped it would remind him that something can hurt and feel good at the same time. Then all we needed was the right opportunity. So we waited. And waited. Days turned into weeks. We still had our occasional sessions out at our lover's lane rendezvous, but strictly limited to making out with each other, and sucking each other off. I did take the opportunity to advance his sex education and taught him how to snowball. He loved the feel of us squishing a load of cum back and forth in our mouths, and got really good at it. And then it happened. A couple of my wife's college friends were back in town and they planned a girls' night out. I knew from past experience what that meant: she'd be leaving early and coming home late. Jeff and I would have the house to ourselves all evening and most of the night. So the big day was here at last. Jeff actually wanted skip baseball practice to come home early, but my wife wasn't leaving until 6:30 and Jeff got off practice at 6:00. No sense rushing this. There would be time. We waived good bye to his mom, and closed the front door. As she was driving to her party, Jeff and I turned to each other, wrapped our arms around each other, and kissed. Our passion would have stunned her I'm sure -- we were like Romeo and Juliet. Not just eager to make love, but actually "in love." Our hearts were pounding like crazy but I still didn't want us to rush into this. It may seem odd, since we were both so keyed up from waiting for this day, but I didn't want our sexual tension to actually get in the way. No premature ejaculations, no "getting it over with" tonight! Nights like this only come along once in a great while. I turned to Jeff and said: "Let's start with a shower." "You got it, Dad." We made our way upstairs to the bathroom and took off our clothes. I turned on the shower and stepped inside. Jeff followed right behind. What a great feeling, soaping up each other's body, feeling the slipperiness of his skin, rubbing each other's muscular bodies. Jeff loved soaping up my chest and running his fingers through my thick chest hair; my favorite was rubbing his backside and sticking my finger up his asshole. And of course both of us paid special attention to the other one's nipples, and cock. After we toweled off I led the way to Jeff's bedroom. I wanted to use his because I didn't want to leave any clues that we'd had sex in the master bedroom. My wife was very unlikely to go into Jeff's room, or notice anything out of the ordinary even if she did. We crawled into Jeff's bed naked and began kissing, thrusting our tongues into the other one's mouth. Jeff laid on his back as I began working my way down his taut young body, licking and nibbling as I went, paying special attention to his tits. He moaned with pleasure as I went down and I smiled in satisfaction; I was happy that I knew what turned him on, but also happy that we were alone Any noise hwe cared to make, however much or little, wouldn't matter. When I reached his crotch I sucked his wiener for a moment, then began licking his balls. Lower and lower onto his crotch I went, licking his taint, all the while lifting his legs higher to get access to his hole. "Grab your legs for a minute," I instructed and he willingly complied. I now had free access to his hole. I began licking. Jeff loved it as I ate out his ass and he seemed startled but excited when I stuck my tongue as deep as I could inside his rectum. I don't think he expected that. I got up on my knees and rested his legs over my shoulders. We were ready. I gave him one last chance to take the off ramp on the supercharged highway: "Jeff, I'm ready but just remember this...there's no going back. You may want some other guy to be the first someday, but if it's me..." He cut me off with "Dad come on you know better. I want you to be the first. I need it. I've never wanted anything more in my life." "Here we go, then." I had brought a jar of Vaseline with me and placed it on the night stand. I reached for it and greased my cock up, then I did the same for Jeff's ass. I stuck in a finger, then withdrew it and used two. After a few insertions with two fingers I withdrew and tried three. His face was pinched with pain and he let out a yelp. He needed some encouragement. "Just relax, son, it'll be easier." I kept finger-fucking him a moment or two, then felt that the time was right. Time to pop my son's cherry. With his legs resting comfortably on my shoulders, I placed the head of my cock against his virgin asshole and rubbed it making little circles around the opening. Slowly I could feel him relax. I knew it was time. I pushed the head of my cock into his rectum. I thought I was as gentle as possible, but Jeff's reaction surprised me -- in fact, I almost panicked. He screamed out OOOOWWWWWWWWWWW! For a second I was afraid the neighbors would call the cops and started coming up with a cover story. But after a second my senses took over and I immediately pulled out. At the same second we both said "I'm so sorry!" and when Jeff actually chuckled at that I had to smile too. "Wow, seriously," I added, "I didn't mean for it to be that way. "Me either! Sorry if I wussed out on you. I thought that dildo would have opened me up more." "Me too, but don't worry about it. We can do this later if you want to." "No!! Dad, I can take it, I know I can. Just give me another chance. Please! I really want to be fucked." "But I don't want to hurt you, son." "Dad I know the first time is supposed to hurt. Please Dad?" For an answer I kissed him, full on the mouth. With his legs still resting on my shoulders while I kissed him, I reached down and began pinching his nipples the way I know he likes it. Then, cautiously, I stuck it in again. This time there was no scream of pain, although there was a muffled groan. I worried as I watched his face wince, but didn't move my cockhead. "Okay, son, I'm going to leave it in there for a minute, then I'm going to slide it in a little further. The worst is probably over because the head is the biggest part. Plus I'll warn you. No, on second though you tell me when you're ready for another inch or so." "Got it, Dad. Let me just lay he for a minute and get used to it." We both lay there in silence for a few moments, kissing and playing with each other's nips. Then he said softly, "Okay." I knew what he meant, of course, and slid my dick a little further inside him. He didn't react in pain, so I figured I could try another inch. When I did he actually smiled at me and said "Dad, I can take it!" I smiled back and asked "Do you want it all?" "Yeah Dad. Fuck me like you fuck Mom." For some reason that phrase turned me on tremendously and I thrust my tool all the way in. No more screams, no tears, just a big ass grin on my son's face told me he was enjoying this. "Dad...we're fucking." "We sure are son, we sure are." I was deep inside him and began to hump my son's ass looking him straight in the eye the whole time. He grabbed handfuls of my chest hair and pulled -- hard -- letting me know he wanted this as badly as I did. Soon I was close. I knew he could tell because he'd jacked me off so many times and given me so many blowjobs in the past. I became lost in the overpowering sensations, not just the feelings engulfing my cock but in the emotions welling up from somewhere deep inside me. I was giving my boy the ultimate pleasure a man can give. He was getting fucked by his own father. The untold encounters down the ages like this one all seemed to flood together in this one hot act. I managed to mumble out a breathy warning: "I'm so close. Oh, Jeff..." and I heard his wonderful reply: "Do it Dad. Give me your load." "You want my load?" "Oh yes Dad, please shoot it." More intensely: "Where do you want it -- say it. Tell me where you want me to shoot..." "Deep inside Dad. Right up my ass." With a rumbled "Ahhhh," that came from deep inside me, I froze at the height of my last thrust and felt my cock contracting inside Jeff's bowels. I couldn't see my load, of course, but I could tell that it was one of the biggest I had ever shot, draining my balls and filling Jeff's insides with my sperm. Jeff felt it too. I could hear him moaning, almost whimpering, with pleasure. It was a pleasure that came from the satisfaction of being fucked, the relief he felt as my cock began to lose its swelling easing the pain he still must be feeling on his hole, and the joy that I knew filled his young heart. We truly loved each other as much as any father and teenage son could love. We had bonded. This was it. The crowning achievement. There would be no going back. He had given himself to me totally and I cherished that gift. I knew this was only the beginning. Hope you liked this episode. If so, or to share constructive criticism, drop me an email. More of my stories are under the "Authors" tab.