Date: Mon, 2 Sep 2019 04:25:45 +0000 From: Clark Wayne Subject: Unrelenting - incest section UNRELENTING By Clark Wayne Underarmour001@hotmail.com I opened the door to his bedroom. He had been looking out the window but he turned his head to look at me, no expression. His eyes told me everything. He was just lying there in his Calvin Klein briefs, pawing his football. Waiting for me. He knew I'd come. I always do. He likes doing this. Playing with me. Teasing me. He knows it's hard for me to resist. I think he likes the look of quilt and fear in my eyes. It's power for him. He gets off on it. "Hey. How was football practice?" I ask with trembling hands, trying not to stare but he stares enough for both of us. He stares right into me, willing me to look at him. He shrugs his shoulders. I'll take that as an "I don't know" answer. His typical answer. "Ok.... so, I got your text. I came home early from work." Remembering earlier at the gym when my phone buzzed with his text, my dick got hard. I knew what he wanted. I tried hard not to reply. I tried to ignore him and go about my day. I couldn't help it, though. I canceled a meeting and drove home. He continued to bobble his football between his fingers. He still was silent. He was waiting. Waiting for shit to get down to business. He had a need and he wanted me to fill it. He wanted me to come to him without him asking or telling me. "Well?" I asked like I didn't already know what he wanted. He bit his lower lip in that sexy way he does. That moves always gets me. This time I had to put my foot down. I had to lay down the law. He couldn't have his way anymore. But then, he is getting his way or I wouldn't be standing here in his room staring at his ripped body, half naked on his bed. I sighed as I closed the door and stepped closer. "DJ..." I said in a stern voice, asserting my authority. "Dad," he interrupted calmly, obviously ready for my argument. "DJ, don't," I said, pointing a finger at him in my best dad voice. "Dad, YES," he replied firmly, a scowl on his handsome face because he hates not getting his way. He's spoiled. My fault. When he asserts his dominance, my dick twitches. He's very commanding. It makes me want to submit to his whim. He slowly spreads his beautiful, lean muscular legs. My mouth waters as I focus on the space under his balls. I was now rock-hard and he knew it. Hell, he could see it. My tailored dress pants strangled my stiff cock. My heart was racing and sweat glistened on my hairline. When I looked at him, I kept seeing myself. The younger version of me. He's the spitting image of me when I was his age. I assumed I would have looked just as hot when I was his age laying on my bed half-naked. Was I ever this way? This demanding? This spoiled? This handsome? This cocky? This much of an arrogant little prick? "DJ, we can't keep doing this," I pleaded. "Yes, we CAN...Dad" he stated matter-of-factly. His voice smooth yet assertive because he knows it's stupid for me to argue. He has complete control. He must constantly reassure me that it's ok. Every time I try to distance myself, he brings me back in. I'm a hostage to his charms. I shook my head, "It's too risky. If we get caught... If anyone found out..." I used to relish this time we spent together but then, of course, I started to feel guilty and regretful. He interrupted me, "What? That you're boning your kid?" he said with a very smug smile. "Shhhh! DJ! Don't say that so loud!" I whispered loudly. He waves me off. "Relax, dad. We're alone and will be for a while." I sighed, relieved. "And go ahead and call me Babe, like you do when you're dicking me real slow. Right before you cum inside my...what do you call it? My jock-pussy?" he teased in a sweet sexy tone. I was getting pissed and turned on at the same time. I love fuck talk and he craves it. My son was taking advantage of my weaknesses. HE is my biggest weakness. "DJ..." I murmur with my hands out as if to beg for his obedience. "No? How about...Bitch Boy? That one always makes me cum." He slowly stroked his cock through the sexy underwear I bought for him. The pair he made me buy him. In four colors. The pair he modeled for me the day I bought them. I shook my head. "I give up." I tried to turn and walk out but I couldn't. I kept thinking about those smooth muscular legs resting on my shoulders. I couldn't move my feet, frozen to the spot. "Please..." I looked down with frustration and pinched the top of my nose between my closed eyes. I think I was getting a headache. "Ok, how about Baby Boy? Or Slut Boy? Or Jock Cunt? All good ones if you ask me." Why does he do this to me? I'm his fucking father and I can't control my only son. God, he was so fucking sexy and so fucking incorrigible. We talked about this. We said we'd never do it again. We said no matter how attracted we were to each other that it had to stop. He agreed. He told me I was right. We decided to never talk about it again. Twenty-four-hours later, I was balls deep in that football player butt. A year ago- He called me one night from a party. He was hammered. I'm not stupid. I partied hard back in the day. I knew he was going to drink so he assured me he would be responsible and not drive. He agreed to call me anytime of the night to come get him if he was too drunk to drive. At least he didn't think he was too cool to ask his dad for help. He's a cocky shithead and independent. He thinks asking for help is a weakness. I watched him stumble out of the house party. His broad shoulders inside a tighter than tight t-shirt, his long, powerful legs packed into those tight-ass jeans; how the fuck did he fit in those? My kid is sexy as fuck. He's the epitome of a man's man. He knows it. Everyone knows it. He catches everyone's eye; moms, teachers, friends, me. I was a little jealous. Not because I wanted his life. I had his life once but being young and attractive right now, it's more open and experimenting is more accepted. Still, I couldn't help but marvel at this young stud, weaving slightly down the sidewalk. God, what must it be like to be one of the hordes of girls he's fucked. They must feel like the luckiest bitch in the world. He lowered his lean body into the car. Not only did he reek of booze, he reeked of pot too. He had a stoned smiled on his face. The kind a get hit gives you. He held out his fist and I bumped it, his way of saying thank you. He settled into the car and smiled at me; that cute, innocent smile, he used when he knew he had done something irresponsible. Not that he was in trouble but this was the third time, three weekends in a row that I had to save his ass. I laughed and put the car in gear. I tussled his thick dark hair. "Oh, no you don't. Don't give me that puppy dog look. I assumed you were drinking but booze AND pot? Pick a lane stud-boy." He chuckled. He shifted in his seat, faced me and lay his cheek against the back of the seat. He just looked at me with those dreamy blue eyes and smiled. He reached over and patted me on the shoulder and his hand lingered. "You're the greatest dad in the whole fucking world." I rolled my eyes. Here he does again with the manipulation. "You can stop sucking up. That may work with all those horny bitches at school but not with me. Compliment me all you want, it isn't going to work, Prince Charming." He laughed and dropped his hand onto the console. Then he slowly reached up, as if daring himself, and grabbed the bicep of my outstretched driving arm. He gently squeezed the hard muscle. "Damn, Dad. You are fucking swole! Fucking sexy guns, Dad." he slurred as he continued to feel my bicep and triceps which were already flexed because I was driving with it. The way he felt me up was electrifying. "So, cool having a dad with bigger arms than his kid. Did you come here from the gym, big guy?" "DJ. It's not working," I scolded. His hand moved up to my shoulder again and he squeezed. I felt his strong warm hands kneed the thick muscle. I had very developed traps, something I was proud of. A shiver shot down my spine and my dick stiffened. He knows that I'm very proud of my body and I'm narcissistic about it. I love getting compliments on my physique. I love the attention. Plus, it gets me laid. I was starting to feel a little uncomfortable as he became more affectionate and bold, touching me, feeling me. He ran his chest over my pecs, patting each one before returning to my bicep. "What are you doing, DJ. You're acting weird and I have to say, a little inappropriate," I said nervously as my hunky son continued to press on my triceps. "So much muscle, Dad. Fuuuuck." My eyebrows raised. What was going on? "I'm so lucky." He burped. "You're way hotter than my friend's dads." He punched me firmly on the shoulder. I flinched. "All my friend's dads are fat and bald. Lazy, fat-asses. Who wants to fuck that? But not you." He smiled and made more sexy murmurs as he kneaded my bicep again. I should have stopped him but I was enjoying it too much. He was high, probably didn't know what he was saying. But shit, I'll take what I can get while I can get it. Who doesn't like compliments from a guy that looks like him? Sexy as fuck and hotter than his old man. He won't remember anything anyway so I flexed my bicep. "Mmmm, fuck, dad. You're sexy as fuck, Dad. You fucking DILF." My eyes almost popped out. My mouth went dry. My kid just felt me up and told me I was sexy? I need to reach down and readjust my hard dick but I didn't want to draw attention to it. I chuckled. "A DILF, huh? Is that what you hear or is that what you think?" I wanted to hear him say how attractive he thought I was. I was calling his bluff. He bit his bottom lip and smiled. He looked so cute, his face blushing. It was cute to see this buff guy being shy like a little boy. He kept a tight hold on my arm. "Dad. I'd. Like. to Fuck," he emphasized each word with a squeeze to my arm. I glanced over at him. He was giving me those sexy bedroom eyes he gave to girls he flirted with. Then I glanced down to his crotch. He had a raging bone. He slowly leaned over and put his head on my shoulder as I drove. I switched to driving with my left hand and let my other hand, the arm he was holding, rest on my leg. He took the upper part of that arm and held on to it with both hands, curled up next to me. I could smell his cologne, the alcohol on his breath. His grip was strong and his cheek was warm. He slowly stroked my arm as he closed his eyes and smiled. We must have looked funny; a big muscular boy cuddling with his dad like he did when he was five. "DJ? You haven't cuddled like this since you were eight." He snuggled in closer. "I know," he murmured. "You just feel so good, dad." Then it hit me like a truck. "Hey, DJ, are you on drugs. BESIDES pot?" DJ giggled playfully. "Maybe...?" He made a gesture with his forefinger and thumb indicating something small. "Maybe just a tiny bit of Ecstasy?" I rolled my eyes. "That explains why you're so touchy feely tonight. Anything would feel good when you touch it, dumbass. What am I going to do with you?" "I am a handful!" DJ sang gleefully. It was silent for a few minutes. No radio playing. I thought he was asleep. "Dad?" he whispered. "Yeah?" "I love you," he announced with a small hug of my arm. My heart warmed. "I love you too, son," I answered back with a pat on his knee. "No. I REALLY love you," he said with a small sniffle. It was strange hearing my big jock son sniffle. "I really love you too, DJ." I squeezed his knee again but as I tried to pull it away, one of his hands grasped it and held it on his knee. He started to cry. "I'm so fucking fucked up, Dad. I'm so fucked up." He was sobbing. His deep voice was gravelly as he tried to hold back the tears. It had to be the drugs in his system. His behavior scared me. I've not seen him express emotions like this since he was small. He was the tough guy who never cried, never showed emotions. He thought emotions made you weak. Worried, I pulled over into an empty shopping lot. "Hey, hey, buddy, what's wrong? Did something happen? Do you need to throw up or something?" I asked as I turned to him and stroked his curly hair. "You shouldn't drink and take drugs, little dude. You know that." "Dad? Would you love me no matter what?" I furrowed my brow. "Of course! You're my world!" He sat up and took my hand in both of his hands. He took a deep breath. "Dad, I think...I'm gay." My jaw dropped. Ok, I did not see that coming. He was gay? Mr. Athlete, Mr. Pussy Hound, Mr. Tough Guy? The boy I had to bail out several times from the principal's office for fighting. The boy I had to reprimand constantly for talking back to his teachers. The boy I had to lecture on safe sex after almost getting two girls pregnant. Yeah, that kid. This was a bombshell. It was the last thing on my radar. Not only was it unexpected, it was awkward because I am attracted to him and now he comes out as gay? How knew? I wondered how long he had been bottling this up? God, my dick is hard. "That's fine, DJ. It's ok. It's no big deal, buddy? Why would you think I wouldn't love you?" "Cuz, you're...you. You're fucking perfect; the hair, the body, the face, the money. You're so intimidating. I just want to make you proud and I want to be like you. Why would you want a son who likes sex with other guys?" "DJ, dude, you're intimidating as hell. You are me when I was your age. Well, without all the gay sex," I smiled and tussled his hair again. Thank god, he laughed too. "I'm intimidating? He asked when he stopped laughing. I wasn't sure he was being serious of not. He's the king of intimidation. He knows it. He just likes hearing me talk about him. He is a fisher. A fisher for compliments. "DJ, you're very, very attractive. You could fucking model for christ sake! Forget about me. YOU have the hair, the face, the body and well, you have MY money," I laughed. "And so much more; smart, athletic, popular. All that intimidates other guys. When your around them, they feel inadequate. They know they're not as hot as you are. You're a better athlete and you don't take shit from anyone. I was the same way as you and trust me, those guys will be so much more jealous when in ten-years, they see you and drool over how successful and hot you'll still be. You have my genetics, little man." "Like father, like son," he said with a smile. It was quiet again as I continued to stroke his thick hair until I broke the silence. "Are you sure?" "Yeah, Dad. I'm sure," he said as he wiped his eyes with one of his sleeves. "Ok. It doesn't matter. You're amazing and wonderful. You're the best son a father could ask for." "There's more," he said quietly. More? What more good news could I get in one night? My sexy, hot as fuck kid likes the dick! "I need to ask you something first. Are you having protected sex?" He hesitated. He looked out the front window, took a deep breath and then let it go. "Sometimes..." "Whoa, DJ, you're not using condoms?" "It depends on if I know the guy or not. If I know them than I don't use them." "IF you know them? What does that mean, IF you know them? Are you fucking around with guys you don't know?" "Most are guys I know or know of. But some are occasional hookups with other guys." "What kinds of hook ups?" I asked cautiously. He hesitated. "Hook ups with... married guys, straight guys." My heart stopped. My dick could not take much more. It was going to burst through my pants. My kid must be real slutty. But then look at him. Who wouldn't want a piece of that action. "Married? Straight? They can't be too straight if their having sex with you," I chuckled. "What...How are you doing this? And more importantly, why?" "Apps. Older dudes love me. Some say I remind them of their sons. Some just want to fuck a young jock. Some are just closeted and they need a release. And I'm real good at sucking cock." "Oh, boy," I sighed. "TMI." "But, dude, I only get with hot guys. I don't like fatties or baldies. They're all good looking and fit, like you." Holy crap. This is getting real right here. My stomach was doing flip-flops. My kid is flirting with me. Now I had to know something. I too took a deep breath and let it out. I had to ask. "Are you...are you..." I stammered. I wanted to ask the question but it wouldn't come out. "Yeah, dad. I'm a bottom. Mostly. Well, 99%." He wouldn't look me in the eye. His voice had humiliation in it. Something about admitting he was a bottom bothered him. My heart dropped and my pulse raced. He's a total bottom? Inside I silently yelled, "YES!" If I could do a fist-pump I would have. This big tough athlete, cocky and confident, likes to take it up the ass? Ok. Let me process this. I still had to do my fatherly duty. "DJ." I squeezed his hand and spoke calmly, "You can't let guys... fuck you without a condom. You can catch things. It's not safe." DJ took his hand from me. He crossed his arms, petulant and angry. He was sweaty and his movements were jerky. He was obviously feeling the effects of partying to hard. "I know, dad," he snapped. "Fuck! I'm not a kid anymore. I don't need lectures right now. Geeze, I'm fucking coming out to you. Don't dick this up with lectures." "Ok, ok. I know you're not a kid anymore. Sometimes I forget you're a man now. I just love you so much and I don't want to see you get hurt." He grunted. "I also know you can take care of yourself but I just want to make sure you're not being...manipulated or forced into sex by older men." He looked at me like I was crazy. "Dad. Do you even know me? Trust me, no dude is going to rape this guy," he pointed at himself with his thumb. "They wouldn't live to talk about it. No one takes advantage of me. Fuck, look at me," he brags as he flexes his bicep. God, I'm so impressed with this kid. I'm so fucking proud. Of course, now I'm having images of some big guy holding DJ down and raping him, which is hot. WHAT THE FUCK am I thinking? "Yeah, I would hate to see some guy try to hold you down. It wouldn't be pretty." Yes, it would. Fuck! Stop thinking that way! "Yeah," he grunted. I put the car in drive. "Let's go home and get you in a nice hot shower and to bed." "Daaaaad..." he whined. I looked at him in shock. Was he whining? I guess he's a whiny little bitch when he drinks. He sounded like an eight-year-old which was strange as fuck coming from a big body like his. "What?" I asked in frustration. I don't like babysitting someone when they're drunk AND high. But then he has been very touchy-feely in the past twenty-minutes. "I need to tell you something else." "We're almost home. Let's talk when we get there." He fell back into the seat and pinched the top of his nose and quietly cried. We arrived home and I helped him out of the car. I put his arm around my shoulder and I put mine around his waist to steady him and walked him to the door. He was so drunk and high, his muscular body was like carrying dead weight. His bulk was dense and he wasn't much help as he dragged himself along. He put his arm around my waist and held tight. The feel of his tight hold on my waist made my dick throb and my heart race. We were so close at that moment and I was using the excuse of helping him to the door in order to feel him up. His waist was so small and so tight against his t-shirt. I wondered how he crammed those muscular legs and ass into skinny jeans. I moved my hand from his waist and ran it over his thick muscular ass. The way those jeans felt, molded to his hard butt was making me hotter. God, what a fucking ass this kid had. Suddenly, flashes of other men saying the same thing as they pumped in and out of that perfect football ass. I took him to his bedroom and he sat down on the bed. He put his hands over his face and fell back onto the mattress. His voice was muffled now. I couldn't understand what he was saying but it just sounded like gibberish. I took off his shoes, peeled off his tight jeans and sat on the bed next to him. "Ok, let's talk, DJ." His biceps flexed their way through the short sleeves of this shirt as he was still holding his hands to his face. His lats flared because his arms were up. I glanced at his crotch and his dick was hard in a pair of tight briefs. Did he always wear briefs? I guess he didn't have a problem with "whiskey-dick." "I don't want you to get mad. I don't want you to stop loving me." I pulled his hands off his face. "DJ, that's not possible. You can tell me anything, you know that. You always have." He stared up at the ceiling. "Do you think I'm less of a man because I like to get fucked?" I hadn't really thought about that. DJ is so domineering. The way he struts around, showing off his body, one would never think he was insecure or gay for that matter. He's never had any problems picking up girls and, apparently, guys too. Looking at him, who wouldn't want to fuck him. He's gorgeous. But bottoming? To me that would be the hottest thing in the world to watch. "What? No. Why would that matter?" I asked with a reassuring chuckle in my voice. "Because I'm a dude who likes to get fucked by other dudes," he slurred. His eyes were glassy partly because of tears and partly because he was stoned. "That's what girls do. I'm not a girl." I laughed. "No. YOU are NOT a girl. No one would think that. Besides, I don't think that matters. I mean, someone has to be the bottom," I tried to lighten up the mood. "Yeah, but it's always me," he said with a bit of sarcasm. "DJ, I don't know what to tell you." I rubbed his thigh soothingly. "I just don't think of you that way. I think, with the way you are, how you look, any guy would want to fuck you. You're a hot guy. You're confident, aggressive, driven, disciplined, a born leader. That's doesn't sound like a man who's questioning his masculinity. Do you even WANT to top?" "I tried it. It was good. But then I tried the bottom and, I don't know. You said I could tell you anything, right?" I nodded my head. "When I bottom, I feel powerful. It's hard to explain. When a hot guy is inside me, using my ass to get off, it makes me feel like I have the power to make this guy cum. I have the power to control him because if he wants me, I can get anything I want back in return. I can use my body and my ass to get anything I want. I'm a sex object and I don't care. I call the shots and I get what I want in the process. I don't think that could happen if I were a top. Besides, sorry to tell you this, but it feels so fucking good to have a cock inside me. Dudes love me because they can plow me hard and I can take it. Something tingles inside when they call me their bitch." The whole time my eyes are about to pop out of my head. My mouth is dry. I'm thumbing my cock head through my pants. "Wow. That was a lot of information to take in." "I know, sorry," he started to giggle, he gets that way when he smokes. "I thought you should know." He stroked his long hard cock more intensely. My eyebrows raised. I guess that would be good information to know...if I were going to fuck his brains out! This is nuts! I suddenly visualized DJ riding a cock while giving orders to the top to fuck him harder. "I'll have to remember that," I said, still playing with my cock. It was awkward. Both of us rock hard yet we weren't hiding it. "Dad, when you said you were like me when you were younger, did you, you know, have feelings like this?" I froze a bit. I did have feelings of attraction to other guys. I never acted on it until later in life. Just a couple of times I got into some heavy petting with a guy or two I met on business trips. Younger guys, college guys. Frat types like who looked like DJ, I guess, come to think of it. I don't know if I should confide in DJ but it may help him work through this. "Um, well." I took a deep breath. "Yeah, yeah I did." "You DID?" he exclaimed. "Yeah, I don't know. I never did anything about it in High School. I may have messed around with a couple guys here and there, later after college," I said cautiously like I may have been sharing too much. But then my kid just told me he is a cock-hound. "Right on, Dad! Look at you stud. Tapping pussy and ass. I guess I am my father's son," he laughed. "I bet you get your pick of hot dudes like I do," he gloated. I held up my palm, "Wait, wait. It's not like I'm fucking around with guys all the time. It was only a couple of times. And I was usually drunk." "What kind of guys?" I knew what I was about to say may get me in trouble. "Younger guys. Early 20's. Maybe younger, eighteen years or so. Athletic, muscular, fit. I liked masculine guys. I guess I do have a type but like I said, it was only a few times." He smiled a devious little grin. I knew that look. He was up to something. "I need to ask you something else," he said seriously. My head was still spinning. "Go ahead." I swallowed hard. "Do you think I'm attractive?" Fuck. How do I play this? "Of course, I do. You're a very handsome dude," I answered with a nervous laugh. He sighed. "But do you think I'm...hot?" I probably had a dear-in-the-headlights look. If I didn't I should have. "Hot?" "Yes, Dad. Hot...sexy?" I stared into his eyes and he stared right back. He scooted forward on the bed, closer to me. What do I do? What do I say? Of course, I thought he was sexy. The dude is walking sex. I was having taboo feelings right now. My beautiful son was trying to start something. I hesitated for a long time, still staring into his gorgeous blue eyes. I had been made. He knew what I wanted to say. I could tell from his eyes, his face. I could tell he knew what I was thinking. I might as well answer the question. "Yes. I think you are extremely sexy." He smiled. "Dad? I think you are sexy as fuck." God damn, this kid. I grew bold. "Yeah? You think your dad is sexy as fuck?" "As. Fuck," he responded before he licked his bottom lip. He came up on his knees and scooted up beside me. I turned my back to him. He put his hands on my shoulders and began to massage them. His hands were magic; big strong, powerful hands digging deep yet relaxing into my hard traps and shoulders. I lowered my head and moaned. I could hear his breathing. His hands were hot. They moved down to my shoulders as he leaned in and rested his chin on my shoulder. His breath now in my ear. "So much muscle. So much power. I want that power," he whispered. He wrapped his arms around me and rubbed my pecs. I could feel his hard cock against my back. I moaned again. My world was changing forever and I couldn't stop it. "Do you want me?" He whispered again. I swallowed hard. "Yes." He kissed my neck. I could smell his cologne. His hand caressing the other side of my face. "I want you inside me," he hissed into my ear. I felt like I was going to pass out. I'd never been so turned on in my life. But this was DJ. This was my son. This would change everything forever. Nothing would ever be the same again. "DJ, we need to stop... we can't do this." Suddenly, I found myself pulled back onto the bed. DJ jumped up and straddled me, sitting on my cotch. His powerful hands grabbed mine and he pinned me down, my arms above my head. I could feel his ass gyrating on my cock. I looked up and saw his face was red, it was determined. It was frightening. His powerful thighs squeezed my waist as he kept grinding down on my cock. "Listen up, old man. I didn't just waste a whole night trying to get into your pants only to get denied. I know you want me. I've always known." I looked up at him. I tried to struggle but he was so fucking strong. He held me in place. "DJ! Get the fuck off me. I'm not doing this. WE can't do this," I said trying to be reasonable. "WE ARE doing this, DAD. We're doing this. I can't fucking hold back anymore. I can't take it; seeing you every day, watching you around the house. I jack off every night thinking of your fucking hot body. I'm tired of whoring around town picking up guys who remind me of you. I want YOU to fuck me. I want YOU to cum inside me. You owe this to me!" "Owe it to you?" "Fucking teasing me. Walking around half naked, showing me what I can't have. You're too fucking perfect in every way. How can I not be attracted to you?" He began to lift himself up and down, simulating riding my cock. He then lowered himself down to my face. His nose touched mine. His lips grazed mine. I tried to avoid it. I tried to stop myself. His lips pressed harder to mine. He was forceful but passionate. I kissed him back. We became feverish, aggressive. He let go of my hands and I put them around his neck. Ran my fingers through his hair. He did the same to mine. Holy shit, it was fucking tangible pleasure. His smooth, hard body. His aggressive strong hands. His soft lips that grinded themselves into my own. His tongue in my mouth as it fought for dominance inside my mouth. We tried to swallow each other. He sat up and ripped my shirt off my body, buttons flying everywhere. I looked up shocked. He then took his off. What a fucking work of art; pecs, abs, obliques, that sexy V on his lower torso that pointed down to his cock. Fuck it. I sat up and wrestled out of my pants, throwing my shoes on the floor. His briefs were bikini cut, black. I slid them off. Both of us naked, he lay me back down on my back. He straddled me again before leaning over to the bed stand and grabbing some lube out of the drawer. He looked down at me with a huge grin as he drizzled the cold lube on my erect cock. He reached back, aimed my cock at his hole and slowly sat down. I held his waist as he bobbed up and down a tiny bit to get the head in. The look in his face was painful. His eyes were closed and his teeth were clenched as he hissed air out between them. It was a magnificent sight to see. Suddenly, I felt my cock pop in. His eyes flew open and his jaw dropped. He stopped and hovered there. I wanted to ask him if he wanted me to stop but somehow, I knew he was a pro at this. I had the feeling he's taken a ton of cock. He then slowly let his body sink, his eyes in ecstasy, his lips rounded, his moaning became louder. Then he looked down at me. His eyes penetrated mine. He slid all the way down until he was sitting flat on my crotch, my cock buried up his baby smooth, tight hole. He grinned again as he slowly raised himself up to the tip. I ran my hands over the straining quad muscles that were working to keep him steady. He reached the top and then slid down. He ran his hands all over his chest and abs as he threw his head back. He looked down at me. "For the next few minutes, forget that I'm your kid. Fuck me like you've never fucked anyone in your life. Fuck me rough and fuck me deep, old man." My eyes were wide but not out of shock. I just had a glimpse into what my son does when he fucks another guy. They were always a substitute for me. He imagined me as they were railing his ass and using him like a common whore. This kid is nasty, dirty. He's slutty because he knows he can be and he knows it's hot for other guys to see. To see a guy who looks like he does, bitching out of another dude. A bossy bottom stud who liked to be in control even though he's the one getting fucked. He wants me to treat him like a whore. After a few minutes, this stud was bouncing up and down fast and hard. His ass smacked against my thighs. I watched him flexing, muscles upon muscles straining. His pecs bounced up and down. His hard cock flopped with every thrust up and down. "Push up," he panted. I raised my ass off the mattress. Apparently, not high enough. He smacked my chest. "PUSH UP, OLD MAN!" I was shocked as I rammed myself up into his ass but still not good enough. He looked down at me again with disappointment on his face. He leaned down and got in my face. "Fuck me hard, you piece of shit. Either pound this pussy or fucking get out of it," he growled before smacking my face. What the fuck was that? Who the fuck is this guy? Bossy bottom? More like sadistic bottom. He was taunting me to get him to fuck him harder. Then that's what I'm going to do. I used everything I had and fucked up into that tight ass as hard and as fast as I could. He started to howl and moan as I rode that ass with every ounce of energy. Panting heavily, "That all you got, old man?" he taunted. What the fuck? No, that's not all I fucking got you ungrateful little prick. "You're an asshole, kid," I stated before I bucked him up and pushed him onto the mattress. He looked surprised as I grabbed his legs, twisted them, making him flip over onto his stomach. He looked back at me with wide eyes as I jumped up on that ass and rammed my cock up his chute without a warning. He screamed! He kept screaming, his baritone voice sounding like a slutty cheerleader being fucked by the whole football team. I fucked hard and deep. I fucked him so hard that as I bounced off his ass, his body bounced off the mattress. I don't know if he was in pain or pleasure. Fuck him. If that's how he wanted it, that's how it was going to be. He wanted to be used. I'll use that beautiful fucking ass. I looked down at his flexing back muscles, his thick triceps and that beautiful head of hair bobbing up and down. In that instance, I just saw a jacked, slutty muscle-boy who was there for my pleasure. I didn't care if he got off. He was here for ME. He was nothing more to me than a tight ass to deposit my load into. I reached forward and grabbed a handful of hair and pulled back. I yanked his head back. "YES!" He yelled. Oh, I guess he likes that. I slammed down on top of his back, pulled his head back and put my mouth next to his ear. "Bitch Boy. You're my Bitch Boy. You like that? Huh?" I slammed his head down into the mattress and held it there. His screams were muffled. I yanked his head back up. "I asked if you like that? You like daddy's cock in your jock-pussy, you fucking whore?" I slammed his face back down again before he could answer. I picked up the pace and started to pile drive into him again. He grunted with every thrust. I yanked his head back up again but I also felt his ass thrust up to meet me. "Arch your back you fucking boy-whore. Get that muscle-pussy up here so I can fill it with your brothers." I felt his ass hike up. I licked his ear, sticking my tongue in deep. I pulled my cock out without warning and flipped him over on his back. I lifted his amazing legs up and put his ankles on my shoulders. His face was beet-red, sweaty and tears trickled down from his eyes. I almost stopped to see if he was hurt until I saw that look, that defiant challenging look. That look that said, don't stop. Give me all you got. I pushed my cock in and pressed his knees to his chest. If he was in pain and he didn't care. He pulled me down and thrust his tongue into my mouth. I drove my cock in and out. "Yeah, Bitch Boy. Giving up that ass. What do you want? What do you want, Cunt?" He took my face in his palms and stared at me for a few seconds. Then he spits into my mouth and gave me a hefty smack on the face. "You know what I want, you fucking son-fucker. You know what I fucking want. Don't fucking ask me, just fucking DO IT!" He spits again and smacks me again. FUCK that hurt! Fine. He'll get what I get. I lean back, take his legs and open them wide. He can see the anger in my eyes. My clenched jaw and my teeth gritting. He looks up at me with a slight bit of confusion. Maybe he thinks he went too far. Well, he did. I brought my hand back and smacked him hard across his perfect, handsome face. His head flipped to the side and then flipped back. His eyes were huge. I smacked him again and he grunted. "Fuck you, you spoiled, arrogant, prick. You fucking hold back on me? For how long? You've been lying to me and to everyone around you? You're friends? You coaches? ME?' I smacked him again along the side of the head. "You fucking coward!" I rammed into him and then pulled back. "I thought you were more of a man than this. You didn't have the balls to come out and tell me because you thought I wouldn't fucking love you? I could have been fucking this sloppy, cummy hole a long time ago? You fucking pussy." I rammed back in again, he grunted. "You know what? Maybe you are a fucking girl. Maybe you like being under a real man while he's fucking your cunt like a whore. You're just a cunt? Huh, Bitch Boy?" DJ was in shock. I just spewed out so many obscenities at my boy as I fucked him and he was speechless. He held one side of his cheek with his hand. He jerked back as I rammed in one more time. He threw is head back and then zeroed in on my eyes. "Yeah, yeah I am a cunt. So, why don't you stop bitching and start fucking me like you want to. Like it or not, I'm your Bitch Boy, forever. You're my man. So, lift my legs and fuck me like a girl, like a cunt, like a whore, I don't give a shit. Just fuck me, Dad!" "Open wide, Bitch. Open those legs wide for your man. Get fucked like a bitch, you cunt!" I held his legs out as far as they could go. His hamstrings tensed and his calve muscles popped. I opened him like a wishbone. I pummeled him like he was just a piece of meat. I bit my lip as I held his heavy legs out by the ankles. They were thick and the sweat was making them slippery. His head flopped around uncontrollably. For some reason, I smiled. I saw this powerful guy getting his power taken away from him in the most sleazy, sluttiest way possible. He was giving up his ass to another man. Not just any man, his father. He needed this. He craved my approval. He tried to get that from other men but he just couldn't. He had to get the real thing. I don't know how long he's been whoring out or how he even got started. I didn't care right now. I just saw my son who needed his dad's approval and make him proud. As I watched him take the hardest fuck I could give, I never felt so proud in my life as I did in that moment. After a while of fucking him hard, I finally came inside him. His eyes rolled back in his head as he felt me expand and shoot. He had cum a long time ago but I didn't care. I was getting mine. I lay down next to him on the bed. We were both exhausted. We looked at each other and broke out laughing. "Bitch Boy? Jock Pussy? Boy Whore?" he laughed. "What? You didn't like that?" "Fuck yes, I did. I just never expected to hear it from your mouth." "Expect it from now on," I said panting. "From now on? Can I assume I'll get a repeat session?" "Well, I can't have my Bitch Boy whoring himself out to every guy who knows you have daddy issues." "I don't know if I was WHORING myself out..." "Son, you're a whore," I stated as a matter-of-fact. "Dad! That's harsh, dude," he exclaimed. I chuckled and patted him on the thigh. No way was I going to go back to our former father/son dynamic. My kid was a sex addict. He was a cock slut and if I was going to reap the benefits of that, then so be it. Maybe I was being a dick, but that shit head has been a pain in my ass for the last few years. Pay back is a bitch. "DJ, it is what it is. I'm not judging you. In fact, I think it's sexy. I wish you filmed some." "Um...well..." "Oh great." I put one hand over my face. "So, you're a pornstar too?" "Just a few times. It's just jack off material. Besides, I love to watch myself get fucked. It's fucking hot to watch." "Wow. First, you're a slut AND your conceited. Well, the conceited part I already knew about. Second, I want to see those videos asap!" I laughed. "Stop saying that you prick. Stop calling me a slut." He scowled, his feelings hurt. I didn't care. I wanted him to feel degraded. I wanted him to feel like he was only good for fucking. "Says the guy getting fucked by anyone who will have him. Which is everyone, apparently." I needled him, trying to get a reaction from him. "Alright, I don't mind being degraded while getting fucked but right now your dick isn't inside me so give it a rest." "Oh no, you can't have it both ways, Bitch Boy." "Dad, come on. We're not roleplaying anymore." "Who's roleplaying. We can't go back now. You are my Bitch Boy. It's what you wanted isn't it?" DJ sat up and looked over at me. His eyes squinty and his head cocked trying to figure out my game. "It's what I wanted but not 24/7." "You're a piece of work. You strut around like you're the man of the house. You try to tempt me every day with your little briefs and your tight clothes. All this time you've been trying to catch my eye and now that you have you want to just treat me like everyone else? When it's convenient for YOU, you want to get fucked. When YOU need something from me, then you put out? What about ME? What about MY needs? Fuck you, you sniveling little cunt. I can find other guys to fuck. Guys just as hot as you. So, fuck off." That should do it. He's MAD! "Fuck you, too, old man. I can go online right fucking now and get a hook up. I don't need your old dick in my ass to get me off," he said in a tantrum. "Apparently, you do," I said as I jumped on top of him, flipped him over on his stomach and rammed my cock up his ass. "Dad! Stop!" he grunted. "Not gonna happen, Bitch Boy. Take my fuck you fucking fuck!" And that night was the night that started it all. I fucked that beautiful ass twice, three times a day for a couple of months. It was a hot fucking time. He was bossy but I was still in charge. Over time, things started to shift and the dynamic was changing. I became addicted to him. I wanted to spend every second with him. I didn't want him going out with his buddies. I got jealous at the first sign he may be getting dick from somewhere else. I was obsessing over DJ and he knew it. He realized the power he had over me and it was like the power he had over those other men before me. He knew I wanted him and he used that to get what he wanted. As time progressed, it became more about him. He held back sex unless he got his way. He dated girls and brought them home to torment me when he wasn't getting his way. I hated seeing him with girls. He knew that too. The sex was so intense and he was an expert on getting me off. I took him away on vacations out of the country so we could be more open. We acted like a couple and it took a weight off my shoulders. But after a few months, I became aware of my jealousy and obsession. I caught him getting fucked by an older guy in the dude's car. I almost killed the guy. I realized at that moment that I couldn't keep this up. It wasn't healthy and I wasn't happy anymore. We had a talk and decided it would be best to not have sex anymore. We both agreed. It lasted one day and then I was balls deep in jock ass again. BUT I had a change of heart and I'm proud to say, it's been two weeks since I last fucked my son. I think I deserve some sort of 2-week chip or something. He was being good and not contacting me for sex. He was keeping his distance and it was good. However, today, I got a text from him while I was at the gym during a lunch break. I knew what it meant but I tried to ignore it. I tried to not give in to the urge. But I kept thinking about him and my dick took over and I got in my car and sped home. He taunted me from his bed. He stood his ground. His cocky smile knowing he had power over me. We continued our conversation. "Ok, how about Baby Boy? Or Slut Boy? Or Jock Cunt? All good ones if you ask me." "DJ! STOP! You're fucking killing me. Stop! Please," I begged. I held back tears but he just smirked. "Nope, sorry. Bitch Boy needs his daddy," he taunted. "No. We were doing good. Two weeks good!" "YOU were good for the last two weeks. I was out getting my ass filled with cock." I set my eyes on him. I was suddenly outraged inside. "You what?" "You heard me. Bitch Boy was out getting his jock-cunt filled. If dad isn't going to fill it, somebody has to," he smirked again, stroking his cock with one hand, the other still holding his football. "DJ. Don't. You can't act that way." "Slutty?" "Yeah. I can't keep you safe. You have to keep yourself safe." He spread his legs wide, reached down between them, stuck his finger inside the crotch of his Calvin's and slowly fingered himself. "I'll make you a deal," he said between little moans, "Come back to me and I'll stop." I stood there, my dick hard, my mouth salivating. I loved him so much. I loved him more than a son. I loved him as a partner. He had me. He had me under his thumb. I couldn't see him ruin his life. "Fine. I'll come back," I relented. He smiled as I leaned down close, replaced his finger with my own and slowly fingered his smooth tight hole. He sighed and moaned as his cock grew out of its tight confines. He stroked it as I fingered him. Then quietly he whispered, "I love you." I replied, "I love you too." Story with picture at https://havinggaythoughts.tumblr.com