Date: Thu, 10 Jul 2008 09:07:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: Drew Monkey <dsm_76@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dad's into Leather Part 2

Author's Note: This is the first adult fiction I have written in a long
time.  Comments, compliments, and criticisms all welcome.  I can be
contacted at dsm_76@yahoo.com

Thanks to everyone who responded to the first part of this story.  I have
it in mind for the story to be at least three parts.  I recently started a
daily writing exercise where I write one page of fiction a day, just for
fun.  This story grew out of that project.

Dad's into Leather: Part Two

We lay there for a while, covered in sweat, cum, ass juice, all the
by-products of great sex.  We didn't say much to each other.  I was just
sort of enjoying the afterglow.  Dad seemed to be dozing, or maybe just
thinking.  He must have noticed me looking at him, because he smiled and
asked, "How does your ass feel?"

"Good." Actually, I was feeling a little sore.  He must have realized this
because he laughed.

"Ok then.  Ready for me to fuck that hole?  I mean really pound it..."

"Umm...ok.  I might not be ready for that."

Dad laughed.  "In that case, how about a shower?  We can get cleaned up and
be productive instead of laying in bed all day."

"Ok.  You going to shower with me? "

"Why don't you go get started and I will join you."

I jumped up and ran into the bathroom.  Soon the shower was going, and I
was enjoying the hot water washing my body clean.  My newly fucked hole was
already starting to feel better, and maybe a little hungry again.  Soon the
shower curtain was pulled open, and dad joined me under the water.  I
couldn't help but stare at my dad's broad shoulders, hairy chest, flat
stomach, and semi-hard cock as he climbed in.  His body was completely
familiar, having seen in a million times, but I wanted to explore every
inch of it.  He wrapped his arms around me and pressed against me.

"Got some bad news son. Work called.  Looks like I am going to have to go
in for a few hours this morning after all.  Some sort of problem down at
the building site."

"Aww...dad."

"Yeah, I know.  I'm already getting horny for that ass again."  I could
tell.  His cock was pressing against my stomach.  "But there is plenty of
time for that later."

I tried to hide my disappointment, but I guess I didn't do too good a job.

"How kinky do you want to get boy?"

I looked up into his eyes.  "As much as you want dad!"

"Good boy."

Then there was that change of tone again, from caring to commanding.  I
don't know why hearing that change brought such a jolt to my system.  But
when he gave me an order, it was electric.  I wanted to do anything he
wanted.

"Get on your knees fucker.

I dropped to my knees in a flash!  I was hungry to suck that cock again.
Maybe I could suck him off and taste my dad's cum.

"Open your mouth boy, but don't suck.  Just open your mouth and leave it
open."

I did as I was told as he stroked his cock over my face.  He placed the tip
of his dick at my waiting mouth, but didn't push it in.

"Swallow boy."

Suddenly my mouth was flooded with warm, salty liquid.  Dad was pissing in
my mouth!  I was shocked, and didn't know what to do.  It quickly
overflowed my mouth and ran down my chest. He grabbed me behind my neck and
pushed his cock into my mouth.

"I said swallow it boy!"

I sort of automatically started swallowing.  The taste was strong, but not
bad .  It was happening so fast I wasn't really sure if I was turned on or
grossed out.

"Fucking hot boy.  Get up."

He pulled me to my feet.  I was a little confused.  I thought I was going
to get to suck his cock. He grabbed the soap and stated washing his body.

"I want to see you piss boy."

Now, I have never been one to be pee shy, but I wasn't sure I had to go.
It was such a strange turn of events that I didn't think I would be able
to.  But after a few seconds I started to let loose.

Dad continued to soap up, and soon he was washing me, paying extra
attention to my cock and ass.  He even slipped a couple of soapy fingers
into my hole.  This made me moan.

" Fuck me dad.  Please?"

"I will boy, when I am good and ready. Rinse that soap off."

Dad stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel, and headed into his
bedroom.  I rinsed off.  I was horny as hell, and hungry for cock.  I
couldn't believe he was going to leave me hanging like this.  I turned off
the water and started toweling off.  By the time I was done running the
dryer over my hair, Dad was dressed in his work clothes: tight jeans, work
boots, and a polo with his company's logo.

I started to leave the room, head back to my bedroom to get dressed when
Dad put a hand on my shoulder and stopped me.

"Where do you think you are going boy?"

`I was going to go get dressed..."

"Oh, I will dress you.  I got your clothes for the day right here."

He grabbed his sex stash duffle bag and threw it on the bed, then pulled me
over and sat me on the edge of the mattress.  He took two thick leather
cuffs from the bag and began to put one around my wrist.  It was black
leather, with a padded inside that was very comfortable.  It was followed
by the other cuff, the two more on my ankles.  I had seen stuff like this
on the internet, but never dreamed I would be getting cuffed by my dad.

"Lay back on the bed boy."

I moved to the center of the bed and looked at him, fully dressed but with
an obvious bulge in his tight jeans.  I wanted him so bad.  I didn't know
where this was going, and I didn't care.  He climbed on top of me, pinning
me to the bed.  He had something else in his hand.  It was a leather mask.

"Head up boy."

He pulled the mask over my head and attached it somehow.  It was tight, and
I couldn't see anything.  I guess I should have been scared, but I wasn't.
If anything, the smell of the mask, leather and sweat, turned me on even
more.

He pulled my arms out and attached the cuffs to something.  I couldn't see
what, but the kept my arms in place, but not uncomfortably so.  My legs
followed.  I was now spread out in an X shape on the bed.  I was thinking
about his comment earlier about tying me to the bed.  I couldn't wait to
have him inside me again. A moment passed.  Then another.

"Dad?" I asked through the mask.  I couldn't hear him.  Another moment
passed.

I lay there and waited. I felt something warm and wet at my hole.  It
didn't take long for me to realize that it wasn't his cock, but a finger.
He slid his finger into my hole.  It felt so good, but I wanted more.
After far too short a time, he pulled out.

Then I felt something else take its place.  It was harder, and colder.  And
bigger.  I felt my ass lips widen as dad pushed it in, then narrow and
close around the new intrusion, locking into place in my gut.  Dad lay on
top of me, his full weight pinning me to the bed.  Finally he spoke,
directly to my right, his mouth at my ear, on the other side of the leather
mask.

"I have a plug in your ass right now boy.  It had better be there when I
get back."

"Back?  I murmured into the leather mask.

"I told you, I have to go to work for a little while boy.  But when I get
back we will pick up right where I left off."

His weight shifted, and he was gone.  I was alone, tied to my dad's bed,
with a plug in my ass, and a raging teenage hard on.  Now I knew why he
wanted me to piss in the shower.  I was going to be here a while, and it
was a little frightening.  I wasn't uncomfortable.  I was tied to the bed,
but not immobile. I could roll over on either side if I wanted to.  But I
wasn't getting up from the bed until dad decided to release me.

With nothing else to do, I focused on the feeling of the plug in my ass.  I
found that I could tighten my ass muscles on it, and move it a little.
Each movement sent waves of electricity through my body.  I also began to
move my ass up and down against the bed, humping the toy into and out of my
hole.  I wanted desperately to jack my cock, but my arms couldn't quite
reach that far.  After a while, frustrated as hell, I fell asleep.

I woke up to someone moving my feet around.

"Dad?" I asked.  But there was no response.  I felt strong arms lifting my
legs, and putting something onto my feet.  It felt like heavy shoes or
boots.  There was a long pause while they were laced up, or tied on. I felt
the weight return to my body, and dad lay on top of me again.

"Bought you a little present while I was out.  I thought you should have a
pair of leather boots to wear.  Every good little slut should have a pair."
I felt his hands move up and down my legs. "They look real hot on you boy."

He rolled off the bed and was gone.  I lay there for a few more minutes.
Had he left again?

Then I felt a tug on the leather mask.  Suddenly there was a ray of bright
light.  The mask must have had some sort of snap on covering.  The light
was so bright after so long in the darkness that I was blinded.  When I
finally could see, I was amazed.

Dad was standing by the bed.  He must have changed clothes after he got
back from the site.  Now he was wearing tight leather chaps, boots, and
leather arm bands.  Again I thought about how he looked like he had just
stepped out of a porno.  Everything on his body was skin tight and accented
his already amazing physique.  Most importantly, his amazing cock was
jutting out from his thighs and drooling like it was hungry.

He pulled on the mask again, and my mouth was suddenly free.  He tossed the
covering on the floor.

"Damn boy, you look hot.  All tied up and ready for me.  How does that plug
feel?"

"Real good dad!  But it makes me want your cock."

Dad laughed at this.  "You are about to get all you can take."

The bottle of poppers appeared and he held it under my nose.  I took a deep
breath.  As the rush hit, I felt him pull the plug out of my ass with one
quick movement.  I suddenly felt empty, and hungry for something in my ass.
I didn't feel that way long.

In one movement, dad began to push his cock into my ass.  One long, slow
thrust, and he was buried.  I was moaning, out of control.  I could feel
his balls resting on my ass cheeks.  He was much bigger than the toy.  I
felt full, and maybe a little sore.  But I had my dad's cock in my ass
again, and that was all that mattered.

"Fuck yeah boy, such a nice tight ass."  I just kept moaning as I
experienced the sensation of his cock entering me at a different angle than
the last time.  Dad began to slowly fuck in and out of my ass.  He reached
up and played with his nipples while he stretched my hole.  I wanted to
reach up and help him, or run my fingers through his chest hair, or jack my
cock.  But I was still chained to the bed and could only lay there.  Dad
was in control.

He stopped playing with his nips long enough to grab my legs and up them up
on his shoulders.  The new angle meant new sensations for my hole.  He also
picked up the pace, with a steady thrust warming my ass.  I could feel his
heavy balls slapping against me.  I was gasping and groaning, completely
lost in the amazing fuck my dad was throwing me.

"We are changing positions again boy.  Don't you dare let that cock out of
your ass, understand?"

"Yes Sir!"

He thrust deep into me and held himself there.  He reached up and released
one of my hands.  Next he pivoted my body on his cock, until I was flat on
my stomach, and he was on top of me.  Finally he pulled me up onto all
fours, assuming a doggie style position.  I still had one arm attached to
the bed.  He began to really fuck me.  He handed me the bottle of poppers,
and I took a hit with my free hand.

"That's a good little slut.  Take my fucking cock boy."

Dad was pounding my ass now, filling me up with very thrust.

"This is my ass now boy.  Understand?"

"Yes dad!"

He was fucking me faster now, and I could tell he was getting close.

"Here it comes boy!"

Dad started shooting in my hole.  I could feel the warmth as it filled me.
It must have been a huge load.  Later on I would find out just how big his
loads were, but for now it was amazing to feel him inside me.  I collapsed
onto the bed, and dad fell on top me, his cock still in my ass.  He was
breathing hard, and his sweaty body felt good pressed against mine.  With
my free hand I was stoking my own cock, and was getting close to blowing.

"Did I say you could jack your cock boy?

With a quick movement, Dad grabbed my free arm, and flipped me back onto my
back.  With a snap I was attached to the bed again.

"I'm sorry dad!"

He didn't respond, but I suddenly felt his mouth on my cock.  My dad was
sucking my cock!  It didn't take long and I was cumming.  Dad slid off my
deflating cock, and moved to kiss me.  When he did, he flooded my mouth
with my own cum.  It was the hottest kiss I had ever experienced.

He pulled the leather hood off my head.  We kissed for a while, and finally
he released my arms from the bed, but he stayed on top of me, looking into
my eyes.

"This ass is mine now son, for as long as you want me to have it.
Understand?

"Yes Dad!"

"Mine to take when I want, how I want?"

"Hell yeah!"

"Good boy."

Dad rolled off of me and once again I found myself in his arms.  I never
imagined that I would find this kind of wild lust for my own father, mixed
with my admiration and love.  Fantasy had become reality, and I couldn't
wait to see what happened next.