Date: Mon, 8 Jun 2015 13:33:27 -0400 From: D S Subject: Robbie and His Dad, Part 3 Robbie and His Dad, Part 3 by Dionysian "Well, let's get showered up and go get something to eat." Jim said, yawning and stretching. "I don't know about you, but I am starving. We have been fucking so much, we forgot to eat." Robbie laughed through a contagious yawn and they pulled one another off the couch and into a sweaty hug. Robbie raised an eyebrow and looked at the damp couch cushions. "I think we may have to 'fabreeze' that before mom gets home!" "Its only Saturday... maybe we should wait until Sunday night, in case we mess it up again.", Jim teased, planting a kiss on his sons lips and squeezing his tight, round ass. They smiled all through their shower - soaping each other up, rinsing, repeating. Robbie especially liked his dad washing his hair and giving his still hungry, but puffy asshole a thorough wash down. They toweled each other off with love and agreed without even talking about it not to put on deoderant. They both laughed when Jim grabbed Robbie's 'Ax body spray' out of the cabinet, made a face and slammed it down into the garbage like it was full of poison! Robbie didn't wear fake scents for the rest of his life, using the salt stones under his arms when he needed to use something. It was just a bit saltier to lick! He discovered in his 20's that the women he dated preferred him just slightly musky all the time too. Another great lesson from dad: women only want to you to smell like flowers when they have claimed you and don't want any one else to think you smell like a virile, sexy man. They went to dinner at the local truck stop diner. It was the closest thing to the house and they did not want to waste time. They decided that, while they knew they would have to have 'the talk' about what all this meant and how to handle it if they continued after mom got home, it could wait until after the weekend. They decided to just ride this wave while they had the time alone. Jim was especially interested in Robbie's past sexual experience - which was predictably minimal. He was surprised to learn that his son had already experimented with other boys a bit - not that it surprised him that he did it (most boys do), but just that, as his dad, he hadn't suspected yet. Robbie told him that he had jacked off a few time with his buddies, but they had only just started to jerk each other instead of just watching one another. No sucking. No assplay. Robbie hadn't messed around with girls yet, but he wanted to. Robbie didn't know if he was really straight, bi, or gay yet and Jim assured him that he didn't have to know yet. It would come with time and experimenting with everything was fine as long as everyone consented and played safe was the right thing to do at 'almost-15'. Jim shared with his son that he had fucked around with guys all the way until he met his mom. He liked sex with men and women and was probably, technically Bi, but decided to be monogamous when he got married... and had stuck to that until his hot son's sweaty, musky man-hole was staring him in the face! He leaned over and whispered that last part to Robbie as the waitress approached the table. She saw Robbie's red, but smiling face, and assumed they had been talking about her. She doubled as waitress and fuck-for-hire at the truck stop and was used to her tits getting that kind of reaction. She bent over extra low and gave the boy a tease of her deep cleavage, just for kicks. Dad and son both grinned appreciatively at her for the consideration. When she was out of earshot and no one was in the booths beside them, Jim asked his son what he wanted to try next, suggesting all manner of lewd and nasty things two men could do for one another, teasing until Robbie shuddered and pressed his hand hard into his boner... "Dad! Stop!', he laughed. "I am so hard right now it feels like it is going to break off." "Well, we will have to take care of that. Can't have you breaking that hot cock off so early in life." He put cash with a hefty tip down and stood up, ready to go. Robbie looked panicked. "Just pull your sweatshirt down and walk behind me and stare at the fine ass you're gonna put that hard cock in when we get home." He bent over to tie his shoe with his firm ass right in his son's face, chuckling when he heard Robbie grunt. He was having fun teasing his boy! Ha! And judging from the smile on Robbie's face, he didn't mind at all. It reminded him of his own teenaged years of stupid sexual innuendo jokes and crotch grabbing silliness - boys discovering how to be boys together, discovering how to grow to be men together - all through sexually charged sparring and one-up-man-ship. HA! He remembered it well. When they got home, they went right to the guestroom. Again, without even having to talk about it, they both felt the need for 'neutral territory' for the moment. Jim stopped to get the lube (no need for condoms right now... they would have that talk later - before Robbie started to play afield). Jim got naked faster than Robbie and climbed up on the bed on all fours, dropped his shoulders to the mattress, reached back to pull his fur lined ass crack open wide, pulsing his hole, as Robbie stared gobsmacked and drop-jawed. "This what you want, son?" Jim growled. He was feeling raw and horny and nasty. He was in the mood for man-fucking, hard fucking - and he could think of nothing hotter than his son's hard cock spewing a load into his dad hole. "You want to fuck your dad's hairy hole, boy? Huh? You want to stretch daddy's sweaty asslips with your stud cock and pound a load into me?" Robbie didn't, couldn't say a word, but struggled with his clothes like someone that had to piss so bad they couldn't stand still long enough to work their zipper open. He shoved his pants and underwear down around his ankles, not talking time to undo his shoes and step out of them. He waddled frantically toward his dad's open, funky ass, moaning as Jim plastered his dark hole hair down with lube, poking a finger to get some inside. He pushed his ass back to meet his son's advancing cock. "Ugh!Ugh!Ugh!" Robbie grunted as his cum plastered his dad's ass crack before he even was able to touch head to hole. "Oh fuck, Dad! I can't help it. I was hard all through dinner and rubbing in my pants and your hole is the hottest thing I ever saw... and... UGH!" He shot another load right on his dad's pulsing hole. "Oh, fuck, yeah, son!" Jim growled and pushed his son load into his hole with 2 fingers. Robbie yelped in surprise and joy when his dad grabbed his hips and jammed his still rock hard cock through the dripping load and deep in that warm, wet hole. He started fucking like a stud, on instinct. "Oh, yeah, son. Fuck your cum right into your dad's ass. I fucking love your load in me. My fucking son's stud load pushed deep in my hole." Every word of praise was a lightening strike of confidence to his pumping ass and he pounded harder and harder into his dad's slippery hole, until he was raining sweat down on his dad's back. He was nearly whimpering with the new sensations of warm, wet, cushioning flesh wrapped around his sensitive, 7" teen cock. The litany of his dad's of piggy praise and urging, the slap of his hips into the cum soaked ass cheeks, his balls swinging into his dad's with each deep stroke... it was suddenly like diving off a cliff and feeling like he was flying. He collapsed on his dad's sweaty back, sliding back and forth and his hips jack hammered another load into the sweet, sweet, hairy fuck hole. Even as he panted and tried to see through the fuck fog, he felt his dad move under him. He moaned his loss when his cock slipped from the furnace - dripping cum and jumping when the cool air of the room swept across his sweaty balls. Suddenly, his dad was on his back below him. His dad's heels dug into his ass cheeks and pushed his still hard, cum smeared, twitching cock balls-deep into that magickal home, his cock's new home. "Ah! Dad. Stop!" Robbie gasped. Tremors shook his body and he buried his face in his dad's neck. "So sensitive. Too sensitive..." "I know, baby. Just rest there for a minute." He wrapped his arms around his boy and pulled him tighter to his chest, kissing the side of his face, breathing the sweaty fuck of his son. "Let dad do the work for a minute." He smoothed the sweat slicked back of his son from crown to asshole, from ass crack to nape of neck, urging his boy to lie in the cradle of his thighs, the sheath of his hole, and across his chest, listening to the slowing pants. He flexed his ass muscles to squeeze his son's still rock hard shaft. "Ohhhhhh. Ohhhhh. Oh, fuck, dad." He squeezed gently again, as Robbie kicked at his shoes and managed to get his pants from around his feet. He squeezed his boy's cock over and over, concentrating on pulling his son's cum deeper and deeper into him, keeping a piece of his boy in him. No matter how far away he might go in the coming years, his son would still be inside him. This moment bonded them together in a new way. His essence was in his son. His son's essence was inside him. They had exchanged one another's cum and spit and sweat - an exchange of maleness between dad and son that felt like a mystery teaching to them, a spiritual event. Jim felt his son's hips begin to thrust again. A bath of cum and ass juice will not allow a still hard cock to stay still for long. HA! He began to push back in time to the jerky, reflex humps until they lengthened and his son took control of his hips again. Robbie rose up to look into his dad's eyes. He fucked harder. More determined. More deliberate. His face was at once one of wonder at all the new and amazing sensations and one that showed a glimpse of his future, adult, stud fucking face. Robbie built up to jackhammer his dad's squelching hole, fully intent on rubbing his cum deep into the sidewalls of his dad's hole. Fully intent on making sure his cum stayed a part of his dad. His mind reveled in every detail. I am fucking my dad. My dad wants my cock, wants my cum. My dad thinks I am a stud, will grow into a bigger stud. My dad is moaning with pleasure. Pleasure I am giving him by fucking his asshole like a man. My dad's eyes filled with love and respect, opening his mouth to catch the sweat falling from my chin. My dad rubbing his hands threw my funky, man-stinking pits and smearing them over his face. My dad drawing the MAN up in me, urging that man to fuck like a boss. Robbie grunted and gasped and rutted as he tried to work the third cum from his beautifully aching balls. Driving his hips to bottom out in his dad's surrendering hole. Listening each time, trying to make a louder slap-squish noise each time his hips smashed and flattened out the round firmness of that ass, trying each time his nuts slammed home on his dad's tailbone to have it hurt a little bit better. "OHHHHHHH FUUUUUUCCCCCKKK!" He screamed and unleashed a flood of teen-man cum up his dad's grasping fuck hole. He kept fucking, driving each gush deeper. "FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" his dad cried out, as his untouched cock jetted cum up his son's chest to drip down on his. They collapsed on one another, over and into one another - gasping, licking, kissing - smearing dad-load between them. "Holy fucking hell, son. That was one fucking good stud fuck! Damn! Making me proud! Proud! Proud!" "Dad, that felt sooo fucking good! I want to do it 5 times a day! Did you like it dad? Can we do it again? Oh fuck. Oh fuck," machine-gunning the words in gasps. "Dude of mine! Robbie, I hope we will be fucking each other a lot! My hole feels truly fucked by a stud. God! I love the feel of all your cum in me!" Robbie breamed at his dad, basking in the praise of the man he loved most in life. Feeling it sink in. Knowing one day (not yet) he would not need it as much, but that he would always cherish it nonetheless. This was a way that dad's helped son's become men. This affirmation. This praise for pleasure. This urging to take control when necessary. This push to confidence. This merging, cross-seeding of father and son through love. Maybe not every dad and son would share it through sex, but it was a way and he felt blessed. As he softened and began to withdraw from his dad's hole, he felt the legs and arms around him tighten. "Don't you dare leave me right now, son," Jim chuckled. "My hole is not ready to be lonely just yet. I like your cock filling me up as much as I like my cock filling you up!" Robbie's heart filled even as he squirmed to get out of his dad's strong grip. "Dad..." Robbie's voice quivered with tension. "I gotta piss like a fucking race horse and I can't hold it much longer." Jim just held him tighter and kissed his son, "Just relax. I want that too..." He felt the surprise...and then the tension - and the control - leave his son's body. Warmth of every kind filled him and he sighed contently.