Date: Sat, 09 Oct 1999 17:25:35 -0400
From: Jake Enright <jake.enright@eudoramail.com>
Subject: The J Tape

The following erotic fantasy contains graphic depictions of consensual
father/son incest and employs liberal use of homophobic slurs to
establish the power dynamic. If you perceive that gay incest and
intensely abusive language are offensive to your state or community,
please seek out more conventional entertainment elsewhere. Then get off
your butt and do something about the laws that try to keep you from
thinking for yourself.

Any similarities between the characters or situations described here
and anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.

This story is intended for adults only.

The author encourages readers over 18 years of age to print this work
for private erotic stimulation, but requests that no one attempt to
sell, publish, or claim the story or any portion of it. Please send
comments to jake.enright@eudoramail.com Fundamentalist closet-case
flamers will be ignored.

The J Tape
by Jake Enright

Part I

One of the great things about summer days, in addition to sleeping
late, was that I had at least eight uninterrupted hours to enjoy my
dad's sizable video porn collection. Actually, he had two sets of
tapes. Videos stored under the VCR were the usual assortment of
professionally produced hard-core titles. The better stash, however,
was hidden in a box at the back of his closet. These tapes were made in
Dad's bedroom. Most scenes were of my father solidly nailing his new
wife with that oversized horse-dong of his, coaxing her from one
orgasmic peak to another. I could hear the unmistakable rumble of Steve
Tanner's voice on the soundtrack as he ground my stepmom's self-esteem
into dust. I didn't realize that anyone his age could use his dick with
such ferocity and abandon. Every fiber of densely packed muscle,
layered in thick slabs across his body, worked as a team to get his
seed into as many of Lisa's warm holes as possible. I could also see on
the pathetic cunt's face that each time my dad impaled her, he
reinforced her dependence by pushing her to endless, traumatic sexual
extremes that she barely survived. My dad clearly knew how to throw
unforgettable, customized fucks into bodies and minds.

After only a few days, I had viewed all of the homemade tapes often
enough to memorize every detail of Dad's body as he aggressively plowed
his steel-stiff, stick-straight cock into my stepslut's pussy. I
thought my dick was plenty big until the first time I saw the
astonishing double-handful of sex sticking out of my father's crotch.
Lying in Dad and Lisa's bed, I jerked-off in front of the television as
the images of my father burned into my lust-addicted brain. I
concentrated on the shift of the man muscles in his back and ass as he
humped toward release. I watched my father's face change as his
primitive instincts took control over his cool, rational exterior. If
Lisa's responses were any indication, my father was a masterful sexual
athlete. Later, in my own bed, I imagined that I was the one getting
that unmerciful drilling, vulnerable under my dad's relentless dick.

During another search for more porn, I eventually came across one tape
separated from the others and labeled with only the letter "J." In this
very special recording, Dad was plowing a guy I knew named Jason, a
good-looking, athletic neighborhood friend who graduated with me last
month. Dad was giving him a mean fuck that he would never forget. He
had the semi-conscious boy on all fours as he pushed his boner into my
teenage friend's tight, smooth ass. Jason's eyes were closed as he
drooled strands of spit onto the sheets and drifted in the place that
only my Dad could take him to.  The boy's dick pumped pre-cum like a
faucet. They were calling each other "Dad" and "Son." From the first
moment I saw and heard this recording of their special sex-talk, I knew
that my father would not hesitate to make my hottest forbidden fantasy
come true. And the tape would help me get what I wanted.

My simple plan worked perfectly. Dad called, as he usually did, to tell
me he was on his way home from training his last client for the day. As
soon as I heard his car in the driveway, I started the VCR in my
father's bedroom and cranked the volume enough for Dad to hear it when
he entered the house. More than 45 minutes passed between the slam of
the front door and the sound of my dad ascending the staircase that led
to the bedrooms. On the surface of my father's dresser, a bottle of his
cologne rattled in a cadence that matched the pounding of his approach.
When he reached the threshold of his room, his heroically proportioned
shoulders barely cleared the width of the doorframe. He found me
kneeling naked on his unmade bed, dick in hand. I was energetically
stroking along with the videotaped evidence of his need to drill a
serious father-style fuck into a boy who looked a lot like me.

"I can see that our workouts together have really paid off, son. All
that effort has finally made you into something I can show off to my
friends." Dad's eyes transmitted the signal that a hard-ass remark was
on the way out of his way-too-kissable mouth. "They would never guess
that you're a fag. That's all I want. As long as you look and act
straight you can get fucked on one dick or a thousand. You just better
make sure that no one I know finds out about your little cocksucking
habit." My dad wasn't angry or embarrassed about the activity on the
television screen. If anything he seemed to be completely at ease. He
unbuckled his watch and placed it on his dresser. "Looks like my buddy
has found one of my secrets."

"Hot stuff, Dad. Man, you really know how to fuck." I glanced down to
see the front of Dad's shorts start to push outward. He grabbed a
handful of material at crotch level and absently tugged at it. Still on
my knees, I met him at the foot of his bed. Six feet and four inches of
the sexiest arrangement of bone, muscle, skin, and hair stood less than
a foot from the moist tip of my dick.

"You shouldn't have been digging through my things, Kevin. I've tried
to respect your privacy, right? Now everything between us will have to
be different." Dad put his hands on my shoulders, shaking them slightly
to add emphasis to certain words. "Our relationship will have to change
again... Christ, like it did when you told me you were a fucking queer.
You don't know how much effort it took to stop myself from beating the
shit out of you that day."

"You don't know how much effort it took to tell you." Brave with lust,
I pushed eight fingers into the heat between the waistband of his tight
black trainer's shorts and his firm lower abdominals. When I tugged him
in my direction, Dad released my shoulders and stepped back out of
reach. The damp spot on his shorts could have come from either or both
of us. I studied the trail of a prominent vein that ran vertically down
each of his biceps from under a sleeve. A vineyard of blood spread
across his copper-colored forearms. One of his big, capable hands toyed
with the wedding ring on the other. When he tried to take the ring off,
I asked him to leave it on his finger. Nothing was more erotic than
seducing a brutally handsome, sexually compulsive muscle-dad into
defiling his marriage vows.

"Do you understand what I have to do to you, son?" My father pulled his
shirt out of his shorts, then peeled out of the garment, unveiling his
stunning physique. The difference between watching my father on tape
and seeing my father in the flesh was more disorienting than I
expected. My craving for penetration multiplied into something
dangerous. The skin on my face, arms, and chest seemed one size too
small. The rush of something--blood I guess--roared deep inside my
ears.

To myself I chanted "Fucking stud, yeah, show me that big married dick.
You hot bitch-fucking muscle-stud." Show me that straight, dad-sized
cock and take your queer son's ass." I split my attention between the
action on the screen and my father's strip show. To my father I said,
"God damn, you have one huge mother-fucking dick."

"That's right, buddy." As he stepped toward me, he unzipped his shorts,
then let them fall. He placed his thumbs in the waistband of his briefs
and lowered them just a few inches. At the base of his eight-pack, the
blood vessels that fed his tremendous erection branched across the
surface of his skin, reminding me of antlers on a buck. His hard-on
tested the strength of his underwear as it snaked and throbbed across
his left hip. He wrapped his fingers around the long cylindrical lump
at his groin, stretching the white cotton fabric tight. "You can see
that I need to fuck something now. You're the only one here, and I know
you want my dick. I'm gonna have to fuck my boy."

"Do you want to do that?" I indicated the television screen. "Are you
ready to dick your own son for real?"

"Yeah, buddy. A father has the right to train his son's ass with a
slow, thorough fucking. Leave your dick alone now. Dad wants to break
you in right." Dad pressed his hand against my chest. "Lie back now.
Pull your knees back to your chest. I need to get us greased up."

While I waited for Dad to find the lube in his nightstand, I picked up
the remote and turned the tape off.


"Open up, son. Don't try to fight me. You're gonna get fucked, faggot."

I only whimpered even though I wanted to scream. I had been fucked, but
with the normal sized cocks on other boys, like Jason, who were closer
to my age. The fence post battering at my reluctant cunt definitely
belonged to a man, one who was eager to corrupt fresh pussy. My love
for my father helped me to concentrate and relax.

"Don't make me have to rape you, son. You know I can and will if I have
to. Take my cock, dammit." Dad slammed forward with enough pressure to
get the head of his cock past the yawning ring of ass-muscle.

"Daddy! Oh fuck, it hurts."

"Of course it hurts. Guys aren't built to take cocks in their asses,
especially a dick as big as mine. But you queers keep begging me for it
anyway." As soon as Dad had pushed most of his dick into me, he shifted
his body into a position that would give him the most leverage for his
hardest rutting.

Looking up at my dad, I could see the satisfaction in his eyes as he
claimed his new territory. I watched those eyes narrow as his mouth
tightened into a sexual predator's knotted sneer of contempt and
amusement.  He was getting off on his telepathic mastery in the art of
a great domination power-fuck; he knew his dick had never failed to
rocket his wives, or anyone else, into ecstasy, with or without
consent. Lying before him was another chance to take advantage of his
upper hand over a cum-hungry, cock-crazy little boy who loved his
father too much.

"I've wanted to fuck your tight little ass for so long, son... wanted
to rip your ass wide open with my big son-fucking cock. But you were so
young, buddy. I was afraid my cock would split you in half. You're a
strong, beautiful young man now, though. Yeah, you are one hot, tight
ride, baby. Oh, oh fuck, so smooth and solid, built to fuck. Your skin
is beautiful. Look at all those stud-muscles on my very own pussy-boy.
My Kevin is big and strong enough to take a real man's fuck. Take
Daddy's fuck. Take your dad's hot, mmm, hot, hard man-fuck. Show Dad
what a good boy you are, son. Uhh, so tight... making your Daddy feel
real good, baby."

"I want you to feel good, Dad. I want your cock in me so much. I've
been in love with you as long as I can remember. You're the hottest
father in the world. I love you and I want you to use my body. Ahh, oh,
fuck, give me one of your awesome fucks... yeah, one of Steve Tanner's
awesome dad-fucks."

"You're a natural. You were born to take cock, and I've got the dick of
your dreams, boy. Mmm, feel that? Yeah, you know it. You know that your
dad has the best cock anywhere. Your hot little friend Jason can't get
enough of it. But right now every fucking inch is all for your sweet
ass-cunt. Ahh, ahh, Jesus what a fuck. I wish I'd known what a fine
piece of pussy you are. I would have had you on your back... uhh, yeah,
mmm... with my monster-cock tearing into your ass years ago. I bet
you've wanted a taste of my cock since before you were a teenager."

"Yes, so fucking long, Daddy. I've wanted you in me even before I
learned how to make myself cum. Whenever I heard fuck sounds coming
from your bedroom... unghh, mmm, when I heard what your thick dong was
doing to Mom or Lisa's cunt in your bed, I wanted to be there. I wanted
to be the one bucking under your hard body, split open on that drooling
spike of meat between your legs. You're so fucking handsome, and
strong. Shit, ahh, fuck, I love you. I love you so much, Dad. Please,
please just keep me fucked."

"Oh yeah, buddy. Daddy's here for you... here to love you and fuck you
and take care of you. Don't worry, son, Daddy will keep you fucked.
That's Daddy's job. Daddy's here to make sure every pussy in his house
gets drilled the right way."

"That's all I'll ever want or need from you. Just... Jesus Christ yeah,
just keep giving me all of that bull-dick you've got down there. I need
you to pump and pump your beautiful, powerful cock into me. Ahh, ahh,
yes dick me with your beautiful, powerful... cock. Fuck! Oh God Dad!
Daddy! You're fucking me, fucking me so good!" As much as I wanted
otherwise, I knew I was never going to last long enough under my ideal
fantasy man, a man I had idolized my entire life. "Fuck me until you
give me more of your hot dad-juice. Take me anytime you need to cum.
Take me and use any part of me to get off. My mouth and ass belong to
your cock, Dad. Oh, fuck, your dick... ungh, ungh, Christ your dick is
driving me over the fucking edge. Rip me in half with that hot, hard-
core boy-fucker, Daddy. God, what a hot fucking dad-son fuck." My sex
noise echoed off the bedroom walls that concealed our incestuous
rutting from the neighbors. Dad made me, so out of gratitude I wanted
him to use me to find relief from his voracious sex drive.  As a good
parent, he wanted nothing more than to satisfy my insatiable craving
for another ride on that throbbing ass-splitter jutting from his
crotch. We were a perfect couple.

My father saw me for exactly what I was--a bottomless cunt, beneath him
in every possible way. I was just another pussy in the shape of a boy,
five feet eleven inches of muscular man-cunt that needed plenty of
good, long, hard deep-dicking from a charismatic, handsome, hard-bodied
dad. "Everybody knows a man's gotta take care of his family. When a
loving father is a hot, heavy-hung stud, he knows what he has to do for
his kids to make them happy and to make them feel good. He has to take
them into his bed, wrap his strong arms around them, and keep them
fucked, son... uhmmm, uhmm, yeah, has to break them in right and just
keep plowing them with that thick cock of his night and day, so they
know Daddy loves them. Fucking is the best way for dads to teach their
kids about his love... ungh, shit, and how to live in service to his
needs. If you love Daddy and you want to live in his house you have to
learn the right ways to make his dick feel good, okay, buddy? Fucking
is the only thing that matters to a family man like me."

"Fucking is the only thing that matters," I echoed.

"Daddy just wants you to know that he loves you, son. Uhh, ungh, yeah
Daddy loves you, and Daddy especially loves to fuck you. Mmm, mmm, nice
and, tight. Ride my cock, baby. This... oh, Christ, ungh, shit, ungh,
this is a loving father's special fuck, Kevin. This is how I make love
to my son and best buddy. Just relax and get fucked on Daddy's love.
Get... fucked... on all of it, son. Can you feel, uhmmm, how much Dad
loves fucking you? Feel how hard Daddy is for you?"

"Uh-huh. Fuck me with all of that hard cock."

"Daddy loves the feel of your cunt wrapped tight around his cock. Yeah,
Dad loves breaking in your queer muscle-boy cunt."

"Queer for my Daddy's long, thick cock... only you, Dad, only you. I
need you for a lifetime of your perfect fucks." I felt as if my heart
was going to burst from the feelings that I had for my masterful lover.
"The only thing I live for is the next ride on my muscle-god father.
Mmm, yeah, my dad really knows how to use his big, hard body and his
big, hard dick to heat up a boy-jock's ass-cunt. Please, don't ever
take your special dad-fucks away from my hungry pussy-boy ass." I
wrapped my fingers around each of Dad's enormous triceps. Rivulets of
sweat from under his arms dripped across my knuckles.

"Fuck my cunt. Fuck it. Fuck it, Dad." I understood that he had to fuck
me, for my own benefit. His duty as a loving father was to force his
only offspring to discover the pleasure of learning a good gay son's
proper place, impaled on his dad's drooling, monstrous, son-fucker of a
cock. I knew that he wouldn't stop not even after he had me pleading,
with legs wide open and ass stretched to the limit, for another thick,
paternal sperm bath. He intended to show me how much of this family-
style fucking I could really take. I was determined to take as much as
he could dish out. "Break your boy. Break your boy's ass good so he'll
know who's in control... yeah, just like that. Ow, ahh, ahh, yeah,
that's it, Daddy! Slam that slick, hard cock-fist into my boy-cunt.
Harder, you goddamn big-dicked boy-fucker. Teach me who's boss in this
family."

Dad pumped into me just a little deeper and a little faster, enough
that I noticed the difference. Something in his face and technique
seemed almost humane and loving, instead of carnal and detached. "I owe
you this fuck, buddy." He rubbed his thumb across my cheekbone and
lips. "This is Daddy's way to make it up to you. Do you forgive me,
buddy?"

"Mmm, uh-huh. Fuck me Dad. Just keep fucking me. Ahh, so good. Forgive
you for what?"

My father's eyes glistened with mischief. "Do you forgive Daddy for
making you into what you are... for making you into a fucked-up little
cocksucking cunt? Does a long, slow incestuous fuck on your dad's
wrist-thick, rock-hard meat help make it better, baby? Does this big
dick plowing your faggot ass... yeah, son, make you grateful to be
Daddy's extra piece of pussy?"

"Oh, yeah, Dad. Fuck yes. I wouldn't want it any other way." What could
I say with my calves resting against his tremendous shoulders and his
cock making some serious magic in my butt?

"Now that we've found our secret way to connect, I'm gonna do you
right, son. I'm gonna be the one to supply that need you've got... oh
yeah, for a regular hard-dicking. Fuck, I'm gonna keep you filled with
plenty of extra-long, extra-thick, extra-hard muscle-cock. Mmm, gonna
keep filling that hole inside you son... ungh, ungh Jesus Fucking
Christ, filling you with this big meaty son-fucker... ungh, this dad-
spike right, ungh, here son. I'll dick you as often as it takes, and
for as long as I live. Oh, yeah, I can promise that Daddy's always
gonna be here, son, here to love you and take care of your needs."

"I love you so much, Daddy." I rubbed my fingertips across his back and
shoulders, over the patiently sculpted relief of concrete wrapped
tightly under his smooth skin. My father's stunning body gave him
access to a terrifying amount of power. I pressed the back of my hand
lightly against the steel-belted wall of his abdominal muscles as they
helped push and pull my father's prick through my greedy ass-cunt.
Touching his skin in that area raised my lust for him to a delicious
new level. My dad was a man who was built to breed. I slid my
fingertips into the dark, damp curls below the abdominals. Pressing
firmly, but not enough to damage his skin, I dragged my fingernails
from my dad's pleasure trail to the center of his chest.

"Ah, fuck!" Dad abruptly stopped fucking, shut his eyes and grunted as
his abdominals involuntarily tightened. I raked him again and got the
same reaction.

"Jesus!"

The third time, the only sound he made was a strangled noise in his
throat. I could see that he was starting to shiver. I put my fingers in
my mouth and drank the sweat that had collected on the back of my hand.

Dad smiled as he began to relax and thrust into me as energetically as
before. "But, I have needs, too, Kevin. You already know my sex drive.
Christ, sometimes even I get worried about how much I need to fuck.
When muscle-dads get horny, we have a special way to show our kids how
much we love them, okay, baby? Dads like me with strong backs and big
dicks just want to show our kids how good fucking feels. Ummm... if
they'll just trust Daddy and take his cock, they'll get the best kind
of loving there is. Oh fuck yeah, Dad will give them a kind of loving
that only the man of the house can provide. No better love, son, than
the love and safety you feel in Daddy's bed, ungh, ungh, rocking along
the waves of his firm... ah, yeah, umghh... steady pounding against
your ass. Oh fuck. fuckin' my boy... fuckin' my boy in the ass!" Daddy
was drilling me with everything he had, brutalizing my grateful cunt
harder and faster. Each shove of that paternal cock was more fulfilling
than the one before it.

"I know that the best way to show love... to a horny teenage queer-boy
jock like you is to fuck it into your smooth, tight faggot ass. Daddy's
gonna fuck, and fuck, mmm, and fuck all of these fatherly feelings he
has for you, every rock-solid inch into your hot, hungry, unghh
slicked-up cunt. Only a muscular dad with a monster of a cock like
mine... uh-huh, can give a queer son the kind of ride that he wants and
deserves. Only a dad with a body of steel... ungh, who's fucking horse-
hung, ungh, like a goddamn stallion...oh, shit yeah, can drive his love
deep enough. A dad has to pump his cum-juice deep into his boy's ass
where he needs it... way up into his son's strong, young body. That's
right buddy; I have to pump all that love in real deep... oh, fuck,
mmm... so nobody can take it out.  My dick is long enough to reach
places inside you that no other man is gonna touch. Yeah, Daddy's
making love to his boy's pussy. Daddy's making love with his boy."

"Yeah, Dad... makin' your boy's pussy feel real good." I wanted another
taste of the darker, harder side of my father, and knew how to get it.
Dad's sensitive tits gave me a direct connection to the sadistic,
sexually violent predator at war with his sincere desire to be a loving
parent. I worked the erect points of flesh in my fingers with enough
pressure to make Dad throw his head back and sniff deeply. He whipped
his head from one side to the other. The effect on his dick-action was
immediate. Daddy rammed my ass with the same furious energy of a caged
animal trying to escape.

"After a few weeks in my bed, son, you're gonna be too sore to walk.
You're gonna be shitting nothing but my cum. You're gonna be so fucked
out that I'll have to carry you around like I did when you were a baby.
You won't be able to dress yourself or feed yourself or wash yourself.
I'll have to take control of the rest of your entire fucked-up life.
The only thing you will be able to do is to work out and take your
place back in our bed. Your life will be spent keeping this body tight,
holding your legs open... oh, fuck, yeah and taking my cock. You'll be
able to remember only the words, 'Please fuck me, Dad.' Doesn't that
sound hot, baby? Do you want Daddy to use your ass until he's fucked
your faggot brains out? Oh, Christ, that's it, yeah... Daddy's gonna
use you until you're nothing but a useless, helpless drooling piece of
fucked-out sperm-filled meat " The beast was back.

"Uh-huh. Use my body. Use me however you need to feel good. I love you
and trust you to look after me when you finish doing everything you
have to do to me to get off. You're my dad. You made me, so do whatever
it takes to make some more of your dad-cum, no matter what happens to
me. I live only to take your cock and your hot load."

"That's what Daddy wants to hear. Don't worry baby. Let everything go.
Give it all to Dad. Daddy will take care of you after this... ungh,
ungh, man-sized cock... ummm, oh, yeah, after this big dad-flavored,
son-taming dick has made you lose your fucking mind. Uh huh, buddy. Dad
knows that's what you want. You want Dad to use his cock to blow your
fucking brains out, right son?"

"Yes, Dad. Do it. Please do it."

"That's what I've had planned for my son ever since he told me he was a
dick-sucking queer-boy. Ungh, ungh, unghh, I knew I could take my
daddy-loving son, dick him 'til he couldn't walk, then turn him into a
seriously fucked-up, cock-addicted basket case. If I had to have a
faggot living under my roof, he was gonna service my stiff prick
whenever I wanted it."

"Yes."

"When I get through with you, nothing else is gonna matter to you and
me but my dick."

"Nothing, nothing but my dad's boy-breaking monster-cock, yeah. Please
make it happen, Daddy. Make me your cock-slave. Fuck me over good. Take
everything away from me, except your heavy-hung father-meat."

"Fuck, yeah, I'm gonna give you a lifetime of nothing but my hairy
spike reaming out that boy-pussy of yours, night after night. All you
have to do is let your big, strong Dad take control. Just give your
life and cunt over to Dad and he'll keep your faggot ass full of the
stiff, thoroughbred dick of a fucking god. Oh fuck yeah, Daddy wants
you to get fucked, so you're gonna get fucked now... on every inch of
this thick hard beast of a cock stretching the walls of your cunt. You
goddamn cocksucking cunt! Get fucked on this you piece of shit faggot!
Get fucked!"

I turned my head, wincing and gasping, to escape Dad's game of sexual
humiliation for a while and just focus on the sensations of another of
his magnificent paternal power-fuck sessions. Before I could lose
myself in the soothing pattern on the wallpaper, he calmed down. He
stroked the side of my face nearest the pillow with a gently prodding
finger to persuade me to return to the green whirlpool of his eyes. My
father expected me to cooperate with his erotic method of punishment
designed exclusively for the dad-sucking queer his son had become.

"I just wanna make sure you always get the royal screwing all you
faggots deserve... ahh, shit, on a real man's cock that's longer, and
thicker, and harder than any of your hottest fantasies. I know my son
the cunt has plenty of those dirty... uhh, fuck, secret nighttime
fantasies. All those hot, dirty pictures queer boys need in their heads
to help them cum. Except yours are different, so different and fucked
up... mmm, yeah son, that you can't even tell your best friend what
makes your cock go all stiff. You stroke your dick while you fantasize
about your own muscle-stud dad..."

"Yeah."

"...coming to your room late at night. Oh Christ yes, you know why.
Daddy's got a hard-on and he's comin' to see you...."

"Dad needs another fuck."

"Yeah, he's gonna have to use his big scary cock to rape the shit out
of your faggot ass."

"Oh, God, yes Dad... pulling out that huge horse-dong of yours and
raping my faggot cunt good--good and hard. Mmm, fuck... tearing my ass
up 'cause I'm a filthy queer. Shredding my ass-cunt with all of your
hard dad-meat 'cause I asked for it."

"Yeah... workin' you over until you cum your dad-fucked brains out.
Daddy knows your dirty, perverted little secret now, buddy. And that's
why I'll be the one fucking, and fucking, and fucking your ass-pussy
all the time. I'm gonna make your life hotter than your dreams, boy.
Ahh, so good, my Kevin-cunt."

"Yes, Dad. I've been waiting so long to know what an older, stronger
man's dick feels like inside me. I'm so lucky that you're my father,
and that we weren't afraid to fuck around with each other. Keep dicking
me Dad. The feel of your cock in me... ah, ungh, shit yeah, is hotter
than I ever dreamed." I turned my head away again for one last chance
to escape a life-long addiction to Dad's seductive style of controlling
our sexually intimate family, but he used his strong, sticky fingers to
grab my jaw and jerk it back in his direction. The rhythm of his
rutting continued without a pause.

"Don't be afraid to find out what you need, or what you really are. I
already know what a pussy you are and I still love you anyway. I
fucking made you into what you are. And I'll love you even more as we
find out how much of my dicking your tight little body can take. Ungh,
ah, fuck... stay with this, son. Just keep your mouth wet and your legs
spread for Daddy and we'll get along fine. All you have to do, son, is
give Dad something to fuck, and you can still be his best buddy. Dads
love only what they can fuck, son. That's right, baby. I promise that
I'll love you as long as you let me fuck you. Don't ever say no to Dad,
Kevin. Just relax and take whatever I have to do to you. Accept what we
are going to be for each other. You don't have a choice anyway."

As our eyes connected again, I surrendered my life and body over to the
gigantic, paternal cock reshaping my anatomy. Dad gradually leaned back
and unhooked my legs from his shoulders. Without withdrawing, he
gripped my wrists firmly and pulled me into his lap. As soon as I was
upright, I wrapped my arms around his neck while he kissed across my
chest.

"Let go now, buddy. I want you to feel something special." When he had
arched back far enough, my father braced himself on his arms and pushed
his pelvis upward. He gradually restrained the backbreaking punch of
his usual technique until the thrill-ride became a slow, steady
undulation. "Lean back and hold yourself up on your arms like I'm
doing."

I did as my father instructed.

"Be careful, buddy. You're gonna love this, but take only as much as
you can handle at first. We can't afford a trip to the hospital." Our
new position allowed me to make slight adjustments in the angle and
depth of his penetration. I sensed that I was expected to help Dad find
my next incestuous reward. When the ache of erotic bliss throbbed deep
inside my groin, I knew that we had found the right direction to attack
that special knot of lust in my boy-pussy.

"Oh God. Fuck. I'm... ungh, oh fuck. Ahh, ahh, ahhh, oh yeah there it
is. Right there! I love you, Dad. Oh fucking Christ, I love the way you
fuck me, Daddy!" The master of our family was right. Since he was hung
with so much cock, I didn't need all of it to enjoy what it could do
for me in this position. Humping my ass up and down in short, quick
jabs, I used the contours at the head of my father's prick to massage
the maximum amount of pleasure from that irresistible center of sexual
heat just inside my ass-lips.

Dad muttered, "Gettin' you hooked, bitch... getting' you hooked on
Daddy's dick."

The master bedroom seemed to be infused with an erotically charged mist
that drifted almost imperceptibly against and into my skin. Although
the muscles in my back and ass started to tire, I couldn't imagine ever
wanting to stop. I started to panic, however, when I began to feel as
if I couldn't stop. Then I realized that I was panting rapidly in
shallow breaths. From somewhere beneath my chest, my torso started to
spasm at a steady but leisurely beat, as if my father was electrocuting
me gently with a low voltage.

"Help me. Help me, Dad. Fuck, what's...ungh, happening to me? What have
you...ungh, what have you done? We have to stop."

"You're just really turned on, baby. Enjoy it. This is what incest
under your father's cock is all about, son. This is what I've always
wanted to do to you. I knew that as soon as I made you feel like
this... mmm, yeah, when you found out what fucking with Dad could do
for your cunt... for your body... then I could really fuck with your
head. Now I can finally do some permanent damage, faggot. Ahh, ungh,
Daddy can finally ruin your ass-fucked faggot life. Throw your ass onto
my cock, boy... fuck yourself on Dad's stud-meat so you'll know what
the rest of your life is gonna feel like." Dad's face was devoid of
emotion as he enjoyed his perfect view of both my enthusiastic,
masturbational grind and my symptoms of incestuous over-stimulation. He
stared at a son who was utterly out of control, at a son utterly under
his control. My panting accelerated to keep up with my short, furious
scraping movement against the corona of that notorious Steve Tanner
cunt-ripper.

"Daddy's gonna have to give you some serious deep-dicking now. Be a
good boy and take all of his dad-prick." My father and lover stabbed
his god-cock fully into the center of my worshipful being.

"Ah fuck! Dad!" Over and over, my dad vigorously skewered me dozens of
times; each of his fuck-strokes drove nearly a foot of mind-blowing,
life-threatening dick into me as far as it would go. "Oh God... oh God,
your cock. It's awesome at this angle. Fuck, I don't know if I can take
this much... inside me, Daddy. Ah, ah, ahh, please, cumming is gonna
fucking kill me. Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

"Don't fight it, Kevin. Daddy knows what he's doing. Ungh, ungh, unghh,
listen to your body, son. Let Dad's cock do what it was made to do.
Mmm, Daddy likes it like this and what I want is the only thing that
matters. You're nothing but a cunt."

"I'm trying Daddy. I want you inside me. Fuck! Shit! I love you, but
your dick... your dick is so big... so long and thick and... so fucking
hard. Oh, ungh, oh, my cock is ready to fucking blast. Yeah, you're
always right Dad. My ass can handle your entire cock like this! You're
the greatest fuck in the world. Deep-dick me, you gorgeous fucker. Go
ahead and fuck me... ungh, ungh, as hard as you can... with everything
you've got, you horse-dicked motherfucker! Rip your dick-sucking faggot
son apart. Oh Christ, yeah. Rip my ass-pussy wide open... ahh, oh
fuck... with your ten-inches of cunt-stretching, baby-making dick, you
fucking asshole. You're such a motherfucking stud, Dad! Yeah, my dad...
fuck, my dad is one horse-dicked motherfucking stud!"

Suddenly I knew that my father had nudged me into the path of a
devastating climax. I gasped deeply twice, shut my eyes tight, and said
only one word, "Cumming...." My lover rammed his dick into me twice as
fast. Dad brought one arm forward so that he could rub his hand in the
pool of pre-cum on my belly, grab my dick and lead me the rest of the
way with a couple of perfectly timed strokes in his firm, warm grip.

"Cum hard for Daddy. Make some boy-juice for me. That's a good boy.
Yeah, you're Daddy's good boy. Yes, you are. You're Daddy's best cunt-
boy. Take that hard-core cum-load all over your own face, queer-boy.
Shoot, you fucking dick-slave."

My shoulders fell back against the quilted mattress beneath us. When
the orgasmic seizures started, I twisted and buckled as if I was a
burning paper doll. Dad kept his pounding rhythm steady while I
alternated throwing myself fully onto his lap and pumping my dick
through the gel lining his fist. Each direction that I pushed my hips
was as excruciatingly erotic as the other was. I let the arc take hold.

"Ahrgg! Daddy, oh fuck... Daddy... ah, ah, ahh! Oh yeah... God, what a
fuck!" As the first violent convulsions racked my entire body, I
pummeled and scrubbed the pillow beneath me with the back of my head. I
savored the spasmodic clutches of orgasm that somehow forced time to
bend. Every sensation was happening wonderfully slow and much too fast.
My young virile cock, smooth and firm to match the rest of my body,
rapidly spit load after exquisite load across the length of the bed,
like energetic warfare from a water pistol. Dad directed my thick,
whitish spray onto my lips so that I could taste myself for the first
time.

The aftershocks continued to assault my body. My conqueror sat up and
watched with satisfaction as I rocked my pelvis and shuddered, both of
us savoring the convulsions of my mind-blistering orgasm.