Date: Wed, 27 May 2015 16:18:19 -0400
From: D S <desuckerxx@gmail.com>
Subject: Man in My Father's Eyes, part 4

A Man in My Father's Eyes, Part 4

For the next couple of months, dad and I were horn dogs with one another.
We would jump in the shower together and soap each other down after
workouts when we had to go out.  When we didn't, after admitting we both
got off on it, we would just let the sweat ride and enjoy one another's
funk.  We cuddled on the couch together naked, casually jacking each other
off. Or I would slow suck dad on and off through a couple of shows,
stopping to lick his pit hair now and again, and only going for broke and
drinking down his tangy cum right before bedtime.

I slept in his room now and he fucked me to sleep almost every night.
Almost every night I fell asleep with his fat cock in my hole, holding his
dad cum in so I could absorb it into me.  It literally made me stronger.
Whether that was actual testosterone in the cum or a psychological effect
of being so loved or both was irrelevant to me.  He would give me an enema
before every match - or when I just asked for it.  HA!  He would always get
4 fingers into me by the end of the enema and I would be nursing on his
dick, just like the first time.

It was odd, in retrospect, how easily that one night of enema play and
fucking turned into an instantly altered way of life for us.  But, as
strange as it sounds, I don't think either of us really thought about it
much.  It felt good.  I was a non-stop horny high school wrestler too busy
to date - and who needed to when I came so fucking hard all the time at
home?  My dad loved me and let me know explicitly all the time.  I loved my
dad.  I think he felt completely the same about it all.  We were father and
son loving each other in a new way - and it became 'normal' pretty fucking
fast.  I was never happier, before or after those years together.

We were never really lovers or equals.  I was not anywhere ready for that
and we both intuitively knew it.  He was and remained 'Dad' and I moved
from 'boy' to 'young man'... he was the top and I was the bottom... and
that felt just the right thing for a couple more years, at least.

My teachers, my friends, the neighbors... everyone noticed as I became more
centered, more reliable.  I was the young man everyone knew would have it
together - and for the most part, I did.  When I didn't, I would cuddle up
to dad's naked, furry body, tuck under his arm, breath in his calming funk,
idly toy with his dick... and talk about it.  After you discover the joy
and pleasure of your dad helping you clean the gunk out of your guts and
rocking your asshole regularly, there really is nothing else you can't
share with him!

And, I was, of course, the only one of my peers not walking around with
terminal nut backup.  THAT didn't exactly hurt.  HA!

Today, I sat in classes all day with a hardon, fidgeting and adjusting my
leaking pole in my pants all through classes.  Mr. Brown, my science
teacher, kept smiling when I would fidget and push my cock down.  Coach
noticed my constant hard on all through practice and tried to suppress his
amusement and not embarrass me.  My teammates were not as mannered.  HA!  I
had a thick dick.  It was hard to hide my hardon in a singlet, of course.
I couldn't help it, though.  It was the night before a Saturday morning
match.  It was enema night with dad.

By the time I got home, honestly, my 16-and-a-half-year-old bull balls had
pumped a wet spot through the thick fabric of my 501's.  A big one.  I
could barely resist jacking off in my pants as I drove home.  I was even
more horny than usual, but knew I should stay turned on for tonight's play.
So, I didn't jack.  Ass play was so much better when my nuts were full of
cum.

When dad got home, I was already naked, as usual, but this time I had
prepped the bathroom completely before he got home.  I wanted to start
early!  When he walked in, I was sitting in the living room, cock drooling
on my stomach, legs spread, asshole showing, pulling it open a bit with my
fingers...just to give him a show.

"Damn!", an unfamiliar voice exclaimed, "He is a horny fucker!"

I was stunned and made a move to drop my legs to the floor and run like
fuck down the hall to my room.

"Don't you move a fucking muscle, Son", dad leered, "You are perfect right
where you are... as always."

And so I stayed.  Lying back on the couch, my ass off the edge of the
cushion, my heels near my ears and my asshole gaping for my daddy... and
guest.  Ha!

"Son, this is my buddy, Lars." Dad jerked his thumb over his
shoulder. "Lars, meet my beautiful cum slut, boy cunt, son."

I didn't really know what was going on yet, but I quickly got the gist that
this was going to be a night to quench my thirst.  My cock pumped out
another drool of pre.

Lars stepped out from behind my dad and my asshole spasmed just looking at
him.  Both men were undressing fast.  Lars could've been related to us.  He
was a near copy of my dad, except covered in rust red hair.  When they had
dropped all their clothes in the floor by the door, they stood side by
side.  Both over 6' tall, built hard but with just a hint of softer daddy
belly, hair dusted all over their body.  Their cocks hung fat and long over
heavy nuts, their bushes full and untrimmed.  Dad had a goatee and Lars had
a full beard... other than that they looked like the same model in
different colors.

As they moved purposefully toward me, I gulped.  It looked like two fucking
Vikings coming in for the booty.  HA!  I moaned and shoved 2 fingers in my
hungry hole.

"What do you think, Son?", dad asked as they stood close between my spread
legs and draped their cocks over my thighs, one on each side, thickening up
fast and laying snail trails of daddy pre on my hot skin. "You OK with me
sharing your hungry cunt with a buddy tonight?"

I really couldn't find words, but continued to fuck my hole with my
fingers.  I let the biggest smile I have ever had spread across my face and
opened my eyes wide, like a kid being shown his Christmas presents and just
nodded, emphatically, 'YES!"

Daddy laughed. "OK, Lars, let's get our little fuck cunt into the shower
and cleaned out."  He turned to look at me again. "We are gonna fuck you so
long and so hard and so good tonight, son, you're gonna have to sleep until
Tuesday."  By then their fat, uncut, veiny, 9" cocks were pointing at the
ceiling and drooling string of pre to my thighs.

I just whispered, as if praying, "Fuck, yeah.", as I was hoisted to my feet
and led to the bathtub.

A so there I was, in no time, in the tub with the hose up my ass.  Lars was
filling my ass while my dad sat on the tub edge in front of me with his
cock in my mouth.  It was fucking heaven.  When Lars saw the hose in the
tub, he said, "I remember that well.  Always helped me make weight too.
Good times." And laughed.  In that moment, I thought all wrestlers must do
this and was instantly OK with Lars filling my hole like my dad did most
times.  He looked at my dad and gestured to the hose, "Do you mind?"

"Not at all.  Have at it.  Just be careful with that sweet hole."

I sucked on dad's dripping cock as he instructed Lars through adding
fingers to my hole, filling me up with a little more water each time - even
though I was completely clean after the 5th round of water.  We went
through at least 10 cycles, a little bit more each time... warm, soft water
blowing up my guts while fingers fucked my hole.  I thought if they did not
fuck me soon, I was going to go insane.

For the first time, I guess I had so much water put through my guts that I
had to piss.  I stopped sucking and told daddy I had to piss.  Dad said he
had to too.  Before either of us could really make a move to stand up, Lars
said, "So, just piss you guys.  You're in the tub already.  It's just going
down the drain like everything else.  Jeez."

There was a new spark in my dad's eyes all of the sudden.  "Should I just
piss here, son?", he growled. "Should I just piss right in front of your
face?  Maybe I should just piss all over you.  Mark you as mine, just like
a little wolf pup... right, Lars?"

"Hell, yeah.", Lars growled back. "When I smell your piss all over him,
I'll know whose boy cunt I am borrowing later." He pushed his fingers
deeper in my hole, making me moan. "You want your daddy's warm, silky piss
all over you, boy?  You know that everything that comes out of his dick is
part of him.  You probably want to drink it, don't you, you filthy little
pig whore.  You probably want your dad's sweet piss making your belly
warm." He kept hard fucking my hole with 4 of his fingers, making me grunt
every time, like I was saying yes each time to his questions... and I was.

I looked up at daddy and he was now standing up at the end of the tub, one
leg out on the floor, one in the tub with me, near my hand.  He was looking
intense.  Sweat beading all over him, rolling from under his arms and down
his sides.  Dripping off his goatee and onto his dick.  His sweaty, man
stinking dick standing out of a wet tangle of cock hair.  His hair muscles
all tensed and ready.  He was my DAD.  I met his eyes, hungry.

He let a squirt of piss out and then clamped it off.  Sending the pulse
right passed my chin and into the tub.  It was clear, but I could smell the
salt and a slight acrid sting tickle my nose.  I breathed deeper, wanting
more of the faint scent.

"Cunt!" he yelled my name... and I knew to look up at him again.  He let
another squirt go.  This time it hit my chin a bit and without a conscious
thought, my tongue darted out to catch some. "Oh, fuck, man." My dad moaned
out when he saw that. "You do want my piss, don't you boy?"

"Yes, Daddy." I heard Lars whisper some obscenity behind me, four of his
fingers still slow fucking my hole as he slow jacked his cock.  Everything
it seemed was in slow motion.  All of us focused like hunting dogs on what
was going to happen now.

"Tell me, Cunt", he growl, then more softly and looking into my eyes, "Tell
me, son."

"I want your piss, Dad.  I want to be your wolf pup.  I want you to make me
as yours", I prayed, "I want your piss inside me and on me.  I want to
stink like my dad.  Let everyone know that I am YOUR son, your cunt,
daddy." I lifted my chest up to his cock and the motion drove my ass harder
down on Lars' fingers.

As my daddy let his piss go, grunting and moaning and muttering filth as it
gushed out and splashed on my chest, Lars cried out and blasted his cum
across my hips.

"Fucking hell!" Lars said as I brought my hands up to play in daddy's piss,
splashing it all over me, rubbing it into my skin, slapping handfuls of
piss into my pits to combine with the man funk already there.  I dipped my
head down into my daddy's piss like I was being baptized and when I lifted
my head up my mouth was open wide.

I met me dad's eyes again, imploring, pleading..."Pleeeeaaaase, daddy." I
whispered.

He shouted out and aimed his cock at my mouth and started grunting out cum
shoots even as he was still pissing.  Cum and piss from my dad mingled in
my mouth like a fucking blessing of the gods.  I swallowed as hard as I
could.  My ass pulsed around the fingers jammed in it, but I didn't cum.
As dad's cum and piss lessened, I leaned forward to capture his cock in my
mouth, sucking what remained directly from the source. My dad's legs
trembled and he grabbed the side of the tub for support.

Lars rammed his fingers so hard into my spasming ass that I felt his
knuckles slide by with a jolt and the joint of his thumb jam against my
asslips.  My daddy sat down in the puddles of his piss in the tub and I
followed him down, still nursing his too sensitive cock and humping against
the hand Lars' kept still, but deep, in my hole.  I realized I had been
almost keening for a full minute, the sensations so over whelming that I
had to let go of some energy somehow.

"Mother fucker!  That was fucking hot!", Lars laughed and we all joined
him.  Daddy stroking my face, rubbing his piss into me, as I came down.  He
pushed his fingers into my gaping mouth.  When we could all breath again, I
rose up and kissed my dad as deep as I ever had and turned to include Lars
into the kiss when I felt his breath by our faces.  He slid his fingers
slowly from my hole.  For the first time, it hurt a little bit, was a
little sore.  I grimaced and smiled at the same time.  It hurt good... like
a long workout.

"OK." Dad laughed, "Let's take this party to the bedroom."

"Fuck, yeah!" I said and reached for the support of both men as I stood up.

Lars beamed at my dad and showed how deep I had taken his fingers, pointing
to the web of his thumb.

"Really?  Fucking hot."

I reached for a towel to dry myself off and both men grabbed the towel out
of my hand.

"Not a fucking chance, my sweet greedy cunt." Dad grinned at me, "I like
the way you smell now."

"And so do I," Lars echoed.

They closed their arms around me in a tight hug, smearing the sweat, piss
and cum of a very good time all over all of us.  Lars leaned back and let
go with a heavy stream of piss all over our chests.  It was fucking
awesome.  I shrugged and joined him and we all splashed like kids in a
fountain.  Ha!  We rubbed in on each other's faces and through our hair and
even palmed some into each other's mouths.  I finally understood that word
"piggy' I had seen online fully.  It was piggy... and fucking awesome.

There we stood, complete covered in each other's cum and spit and sweat and
piss... each of us bathed in the others... bonded.  And smelling FUCKING
NASTY AWESOME.

We stumbled down the hallway to the bedroom.  Dad stopped and asked Lars
again how far down his fingers I had gotten.  When Lars pointed to the web
of his thumb again and wiggled his eyebrows, Dad went back for the as yet
untouched popper bottle...