Date: Thu, 01 Feb 2007 22:04:51 +0000
From: xangel.author@gmail.com
Subject: Weekend with Dad 1

This story is completely fictional.  Any similarities to people and events
that have happened is purely coincidental. The people in this story are
fictional, as is the fact that they aren't using condoms.  This story deals
with consentual sex between males in the same family.  If this offends you,
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        I couldn't breathe.
	From my right, a thick and hairy hand gripped my jaw and held my
face still, a slab of hardened manmeat emerging from his crotch and
slapping rhythmically against my cheek.  From my left, another engorged
member sprayed my face with its gooey, white offering and against my back,
still another coated me in cream.  Even as these three men released
themselves, there were three others who hadn't and one of them stood in
front of me, his cock buried in my willing mouth and his dense pubic hair
obstructing my obtaining air!
	"Goddamn!" the man to my left swore, wiping his sponge-soft cock
head on my face.  "That was fucking fantastic!"
	"FUCK!" The man in front of me exclaimed and I was amply rewarded
with a flow of fuck-stuff that I swallowed down as quickly as it came!
	"My turn!"
	The man in front of me was replaced by a chocolate colored beauty
with a dick that would look at home in a museum.  It was enraged with lust
and pointed at my face.  I only had to open my mouth and his quickly
pounding fist coaxed his beautiful load to feed my eager mouth!  The taste
was somewhere between sugary salt and a rich, manly semen stew and I was
famished!
	My brown bronco moved aside to let the final man take his turn at
my face and mouth.  I looked up, into eyes of deep emerald and a shock of
black hair that had fallen into a hard, lust-etched face and I almost
smiled.  He did not.  Simply, he stroked his manhood several long, hard
times and setting his teeth in a determined clench, spewed his load as the
others had done.  Just like the others, I opened my mouth and took every
drop he had to give me, happily licking the dripping head when he had
finished.
	Covered with cum, I settled back on the floor, smiling.  The last
man to reward me smiled at me as he shook his cock, sending remnants of cum
onto my hairy stomach.
	"Fuck, Charles." The chocolate-colored marvel said, clapping the
last man on the shoulder.  "Your boy can take a load like nobody's
business."
	"Damn right."  Was the reply.
	The last man was Charles Scott.  He was powerfully built by nature
and had worked hard through exercise to look the way he did.  Broad
shoulders and chest, both dusted with hair and a smooth stomach that was
rounded a bit with inevitable age and powerful legs that held up his
six-foot frame.  He looked down at me again and winked.  I returned my
father's gesture but didn't move from where I lay on his floor.
	The men began to gather their clothes from various places in our
living room and I still lay on the floor, watching.
	Darren, the African-American man, dressed in tight-fitting jeans
and a blue shirt, dark shoes and a light jacket.  He smiled at me as he
headed for the door and I smiled back.  He was one of my favorites.
	Trevor, the man who had been to my right, also dressed in jeans and
a light colored shirt but pulled on tennis shoes and a heavier jacket.  He
kissed my father deeply before leaving and seemed to be late for something.
I thought about his wife and wondered if she had any clue what he was
really here for on these Friday night "sessions".  I also wondered if he
and my father might have some extra sessions when they found the time.
	Edward, the guy on my left, dressed in jeans and a tan sweater and
stepped into sandals before kissing my father on the cheek and heading out.
He was a man of few words and his favorites were "fuck" and "me".  He was a
nice enough guy, though, and had a dick that fit perfectly in my mouth and
hand.  Sandy blond, curly hair on his head and pubic area but none on his
chest, that was his only flaw.
	Reynolds, the guy at my back, leaned over me, his dark hair
spilling over his shoulder and into my face.  His lips met mine and I felt
the tip of his tongue against my lips before he pulled back.  If I had to
pick a favorite of all these guys, he was it.  Dark skinned Italian with
long, wavy hair and a thick goatee and mustache were just the first few of
his wonderful features.  Dark, thick, chest hair and piercings all over
were some of the others.  However, in my particular position, it wasn't
productive to pick favorites so my lust for Reynolds had to be passed off
as horniness in front of everyone else.
	As my Italian dream dressed in khakis and a black shirt and shoes,
the last man dressed in black pants and a cream colored shirt.  A bright
blue tie and dark suit jacket completed Brian Kelly's "look" and with a nod
to me and a smile to my father, he followed Reynolds out into the night.
	"Ready, boy?"  My father called to me as he closed the door and
turned the deadbolt.  "You know the drill."
	Rolling over, onto my stomach, I folded my arms in front of me and
spread my legs.  Resting my head on my arms, I felt the smooth silk of my
father's hairy legs slide in between mine.  The tender pressure of his
cockhead at my hole was next and I moaned my want for him.  This was
something we never shared with the other men.  He and I saved this for when
we were alone.
	"Oh yeah..." My father sighed as his head passed my outer muscle
and into my warm and waiting asshole.  "My boy...you have the sweetest ass
I've ever been in." He said to me as he took hold of my waist and began to
show his sincerity.
	I felt myself going forward and braced myself on the carpeted
floor.  Dad's hands gripped me a little tighter and began to fuck me a
little longer.  Grunting turned to pleasurable moans and they turned slowly
to measured sighs that told me he was close to cumming.  With my head still
bent, I moaned, as well.
	"Want another taste, baby?" He asked through fuck-moans.
	"No...fill me up." I responded, bracing myself.
	"AH, boy!" He moaned loudly and I felt his sweet nectar shooting up
and into my ass.  "GODDAMN!" He swore, his hands gripping me tightly.
"That's SO sweet!"
	When my father's load was deep in my hole, he pulled slowly out of
me.  Before I could make a move to stand, his hand slipped under me and his
body pressed me from behind.  I felt gentle fingers working my rod even as
he turned me over, onto my back.  I didn't need much of this hand-treatment
until I arched my back and blew my six-day load all over his hand, forearm,
my chest and stomach!
	"Yeah, baby..." Dad moaned and smiled at me.  "That's pretty
stuff."
	Fingers coated with my load were passed to me and I cleaned them
all.  Looking up into my father's eyes, I saw a love for me I'd rarely seen
before.  It went past all this.  It was deeper than what we'd just done and
I loved him all the more for it.
	"You up for next Friday, too?" Dad asked as we stood.  "Trevor's
going to be bringing a friend."
	"That's cool." I said as I rubbed in the various loads I still
wore.  "Do you know who it is?"
	"He hasn't said."
	"So, it could be anybody?"
	"I don't think it will be someone that isn't alright with all
this." Dad said, making himself a drink from the small bar.  "I just want
to make sure you're alright with it."
	"Yeah." I said to him with a smile. "You know this whole thing was
my idea.
  The more the merrier, as they say.  I'm going to shower."
	"See you in the morning, bright and early."  Dad said to me with
another smile.

	Saturday morning brought rain.
	I got up around seven and took a shower.  Looking at myself in the
mirror, I wondered if I might cut my shoulder-length blond hair and trim up
my matching mustache and goatee.  About a month ago, I'd trimmed my chest
hair, what little I had and it had grown back already.  Running a hand
along my stomach, I was thankful it was furry.  I liked furry.
	My father as furry but not a "bear" sort of guy.  He kept himself
in pretty good shape by swimming in our pool and lifting weights once and a
while.  I don't think I have that type of motivation.  My trim body comes
from genetics and probably those on my mother's side.
	"You ready?"
	I look up to see my father standing there in the doorway behind me.
He's naked save the brilliantly polished leather harness and gleaming
cockring and my own cock starts to harden at the sight of him.  Eager to
make him happy, I hoist my left leg up onto the counter in front of me,
still watching him in the mirror.  Reaching in front of me, I grab the
first thing I can find that will serve our purpose and notice it's lotion.
That will do.  Almost frantically, I open the top and let some of it run
out onto my hand.
	"In here, then?" Dad says, coming into the room, his chest flexing
a bit as he moves toward me.  "We've not done it in here."
	"Think it's time we change that, huh?"
	"Fine by me." He says with a smile, moving in behind me and helping
me by taking some of the silky stuff and lathering it onto my asshole with
his thick fingers.  "This might be sort of hot watching ourselves."
	Looking back at the mirror, I see myself in it, distorted in a way.
Dad's flipside moves slowly in behind me and the head of his cock finds my
hole like it had its own radar.  My now-free hand finds a towel and I wipe
the greasy stuff off of me.  I am positioning myself for deepest
penetration when I feel the first three inches of my father's cock enter
me, quickly.
	"FUCK!"
	"This isn't Sunday, boy." Dad returns, pushing another two into me.
"That gentle shit is for another day."
	With this, my Father's hand tangles in my hair and he pushes me
forward to press my face against the smooth surface of the glass as he
impales me on his cock.  His balls are as scratchy as the mirror is smooth
and I feel a fire build in my stomach.  As my dad begins his rough rhythm
with me, the fire begins to burn a little hotter.  By the time my father's
hips are attempting to pound me through the wall in front of me, I am as on
fire as he is, loving the manhandling of my person, the squeezing of my
asscheeks and the occasional open-palming of them, as well.
	"Riding my boy!" Dad says, slapping my ass madly as he fucks me
harder.  "That's what Saturdays are for, isn't it, boy!"
	"YES, Daddy!" I resound, agreeing wholeheartedly! "I fucking LIVE
for Saturdays, daddy!"
	"Language, fucker!" Dad says, taking my ass in both hands and
spreading me wider to accept him again and again, sending my body into
pleasure overload.
  "You talk that way to me and then expect me to kiss that mouth?"
	"Yes, daddy...you hairy fuck! Ram your tongue down my throat while
you deep-dick my sweet ass!"
	Taking my hair in his hand, he pulls and covers my mouth with his,
doing exactly as I've asked him to.  His tongue feels as thick in my mouth
as his prick does pistoning in and out of my ass.  His other hand is on my
right nipple, pulling and twisting with a beautiful cruelty.  My hands are
braced on the mirror, holding my body in a position that lets him use me
this way.  With the force he's using, I don't dare let go for fear of being
shoved right through the wall with the force of his shaft in me.
	"You horny little fucker!" Dad says to me when he's taken his
tongue out of my mouth.  "You know I just love tearing that ass up!"
	This is how it goes for the next two hours! My ass is plugged with
his cock over and over.  We take a shower mid-way through and after
tonguing me for a good fifteen minutes, he fingers me for twenty and then
doubles me over the side of the tub and deep-fucks me brutally.  I have red
welts and small, dark bruises on my ass where he's smacked it and my
shoulders where he's gripped me to deepen his cock-thrusts.
	"Jesus." I say, lying on my stomach on the cool bathroom tile at
the end of the two-hour fuck-a-thon.  "That was hot."
	"Be ready in an hour, boy." Was all he said to me as he stood from
his kneeling position behind me.

	One hour later, I was kneeling in the living room floor, my horny,
harnessed father fucking my mouth with a fury that I knew all too well.
His big cock stretched my mouth while he pulled my hair to move my head
faster on his rod.  I sucked hard, tonguing the underside of his shaft and
letting his hand guide me.  He lifted his balls and I took a moment to
lather them with spit, too.  Dad shaved his balls and I loved that this
made them easier to lick.
	"Get up." Dad said to me and directed me to nearby chair.  "Up on
the arms."
	The chair was against the wall and so I knew that it wouldn't tip
over as I climbed up in it and onto the arms, resting my knees there while
I gripped the back.  My father's broad form straddled the soft chair and
his hands held my hips for a moment.  Without even touching himself, he
guided the head of his dick to my ass and pushed the head inside of me.  I
gasped, something about the angle I was at in the chair.
	"Tell me."
	"Fuck me, daddy." I told him, pushing back a bit.
	He liked for me to tell him to do what he was going to do, anyway.
I mused about that for a second before feeling the full thrust of his cock
in my ass.  In one, long stroke, he had fully embedded himself in my
asshole and set about fucking me, again!  We'd never done the chair before
and it was a nice change, as it allowed for him to get deep into my willing
ass and fuck the hell out of me, but good!
	In a few long moments, my father was roaring with orgasm and
flooding my hole with his juice!  I gripped him, another easy task from the
angle of the chair on my body.  I took all of his sweet load and felt his
hand gripping my cock to pull my own from me.  All over the back of the
chair, I came in long strings.  Dad and I both groaned with a release we'd
shared many times before.
	Dad let go of me and slipped from my hole.  I stayed perched on the
chair for a long minute, letting my head rest along the back while I
collected myself.
	"Dinnertime, boy." Dad said to me, his tall form disappearing into
the kitchen.

	My father was an excellent cook.  He had studied the culinary arts
and could make just about anything from scratch.  He made us gourmet
burgers with spices and delicious, fresh-cut potato strings with a homemade
ketchup and it was wonderful! I loved when he cooked like this.  He made
the ordinary, extraordinary and he did it just for me.  Normally, he didn't
go all out like this.  For dessert, he'd made a fresh peach pie, my
favorite.  When we'd finished dessert, I was absolutely stuffed.
	After I was stuffed with food, my father pushed back from the
table, still in his chair and brought his left leg up and over the arm of
his chair.  With a few strokes of his meaty fist, his cock stood from his
naked crotch.  He hadn't dressed for dinner, he never did when it was just
me and him.  All it took was a nod and I was kneeling again, my head buried
in his lap, his cock buried in my throat until I took another load!
	He fucked me again.
	He just stood, turned me around and started ramming my hole as I
lay on the table in front of me.  I held the edges of the table as he
fucked me, hard and fast.  I moaned with the sensations and begged him to
fuck me harder.  When he obliged me, the motion he created was forceful
enough to turn over my glass at the other end of the table.
	"Damn, boy. You know how to take care of your Dad." He said to me,
slipping out of me slowly.  "Clean this up and come to bed."
	That night, the entire day's fucking was repeated again.  Dad was
rougher with me in bed because he had belts to tie me to the headboard and
could easily bring my legs up over his hips to deepen his thrusts.  His bed
was massive and could easily stand up to his mega-fuck powers.
	Finally, he rolled over and slid under the covers.  When I did the
same, I glanced at the clock beside the bed and saw that it was five
minutes after five in the morning.  Damn, I thought, how this day had
flown.  My ass twitched with its heavy use and I was actually rather glad
of the chance to rest.  I knew as soon as Dad woke up, we'd start all over
again.  That was the way the weekends always went.  After all, that was the
only time my mom was out of the house for any real length of time.