Date: Thu, 10 Feb 2005 12:27:41 -0800 (PST)
From: jesse james <hardforpirates@yahoo.com>
Subject: ANOTHER father son fuck story, chapter 1

Hey guys, standard disclaimers apply.  If you aren't alloud to read adult
oriented materials where you live, or i you're too young to legally be
here, don't read it.  If you're all good and legal, then enjoy and let me
know what you think.

This is my first time writing for Nifty, and oh, and this is a true story.

Another Father Son Fuck Story, chapter one.

Grasping wildly at my fathers thick brown hair, I groaned and writhed as my
slim teenaged cock drove in and out of my old man's mouth.  My toes
clenched the burnt orange shag carpet of our den.  We've never been a
family obsessed with interior decorating; always set to some more pressing
task; like the task my dad was on now.  The old man slurped on my mushroom
head like the best piece of candy he'd ever tasted.

At thirty three, my dad isn't really all that old.  I know you pervs
probably want to get back to the "juice" of the story so I'll make this
short.  Joe Bowers, my father, knocked my mom up when they were both
seventeen, stayed by her for fifteen years and after she left us, had kept
pretty much to raising me as best he could.....that is, until last week
when I absentmindedly walked into his bedroom to find him feverishly
masturbating with a imposing black dildo firmly implanted in his ass.  Who
knew that bringing your dad the mail could warrant such a show.  Now, I've
known I was gay since I was thirteen and well, I guess you could say after
I saw what I saw things kinda just went from there. I made the first move
and now my father is giving me a Grade A blow job in our living room.  That
just about brings you up to speed.

	Pushing my father down on his back, I straddled his neck, feeding
him my meat and fucking his face as deep as I could.  His callused hands
ran up and down my sides before settling on each ass cheek, roughly
massaging my hairless twin mounds.  My cock popped out of his mouth and,
like a man possessed, he dove onto my balls, devouring and working each one
in turn before finally taking them both into his stretched mouth and
lapping at them with his expert tongue.
	As his lips left my sack and moved towards my pink asshole I sat
squarely on his face and bucked against his invading tongue.  I rode my
dad's mouth as it probed deeper into my rosebud and his lips worked the
surrounding flesh.  His saliva covered tool opened my ass and made me yearn
for more.
	"Fuck me Dad.  Please, fuck me."

A few words on my ass.  My ass is my favorite part of my body and is, all
modestly aside, completely perfect: muscled, smooth, totally hairless
without a blemish on either cheek.  My ass looks great in jeans. My ass
looks great in sweats.  My ass looks awesome in the black speedo I wear to
swim practice.  You see, I've been on the swim team for almost four years
now and have kept in great shape.  So yeah, I'm a stereotypical Southern
California Surfer/Swimmer and wouldn't have it any other way.  Why would I?
I'm hot.  And so is my virgin ass.  Well, I used a dildo every night for
the past two years...but that hardly counts as giving up your virginity.

Pushed on my back, my legs lewdly spread over my fathers shoulders, I felt
his big cockhead run against my wet but still tight opening.  His strong
hands roamed over my upper body, paying particular attention to my pert
nipples, before moving to a rest on either side of my muscled torso.  My
father, Joe, the man who had made me, loomed over me and pressed his hips
forward, pushing half his crown inside me.  I groaned in anticipation and
suddenly he stopped.  No forward movement.  No backward.  No nothing.  We
locked eyes and I could tell something was holding him back.  I guess
fucking his only son wasn't really what he'd had in mind for tonight.
	"Brandon..."
	"What?" now slightly annoyed.  There's nothing more pathetic than
an emotionally torn grown man.
	"Bran...is this...I mean...if you.."
	"Fuck me dad.  I want you.  You want me.  Take my ass now like I
know you want to."  Despite my father's slightly shocked look, my verbal
prompting seemed to have done the trick.  He pushed, only slightly, and his
whole head popped inside my now devirginized ring.  I moaned loudly and
clutched two fistfulls of shag.


You probably want to know a little bit about my father.  If not, well skip
ahead.  The dirty stuff continues down the page a bit.  For all you who are
sticking it out, my father is just as hot as his son.  He grew up down here
by the beach, where we live now; a total surfer, stoner and up to no gooder
during high school.  That is, until he met my mom. Senior year they fell in
love, she straightened him out and after screwing on the sand dunes next to
the Santa Monica Pier one night before their prom, he proposed.  But that
was a long time ago. Now, my mom was gone and my dad worked as the manager
of some swanky resort down in Newport Beach.  Basically, rich people paid
shit loads of money to come, soak in some sun and fuck in nice rooms and my
dad reaped the profit.  Physically (yeah, that's what you were waiting for)
my dad is in great shape.  It's not like he's some kind of adonis, but his
frequent use of the club's gym had definitely kept him in enviable shape.
My dad is about 6'2, with hot abs and defined pecs that bulge under the T
shirts he wears around the house.  He's usually in board shorts (a hold
over from his surfer days) and his ass, though not as good as mine, makes
most ladies drool.  Oh, and he's got that sort of sandy brownish hair that
he passed down to me.  Maybe our hair was dark brown to begin with, who
knows.  Like I said, the sun and the beach are where we feel most at home.
Anyways, back to the good stuff.


I grasped my fathers back, my legs wrapped around his hips as he drove in
and out of my young ass.  His hips gyrated and ground his cock against my
sweet spot, expertly working my hole and making me call out mainly
unintelligible ramblings of passion.
	"OH FUCK...gah...Oh GOD, You hot....PLEASE FUCK ME NOW HARDER NOW,"
his heavy balls slapping my ass, "Oh I love you Dad, GIVE ME WHAT I
WANT-AAAHHHH OH YEAH," his mouth now on my neck and shoulders, biting and
sucking, leaving lewd marks of heat and desire.
	Taking the initiative for once, my dad extracted his prick from me,
the head producing an audible "plop" as it pulled free.  I groaned at the
new emptiness.  He wasn't done with me though, not by a long shot.
	"Bend over the couch."  The first thing he had said to me since he
forced his cock into my willing tunnel.  I more than happily complied and
bent over the arm of our ugly ass sofa, jutting my hips back towards him, a
willing slut for my father's eight inch prong.  I didn't have to wait long
either as almost instantly, dad was standing behind me with his hands on my
hips and his cock swiftly buried in me again.  In this position, father had
deeper access to everything son had to offer, and this son couldn't be more
pleased.  I bucked back hard onto my dad's invader, forcing my ass to slam
back hard onto his advancing battering ram.  Sweat poured off of us both
and lubed the channel of my ass.  My dad grunted, "I love you son.  I love
your ass....oh my boy...OH YEAH," he slammed hard, full dicking in and out
of my ravaged behind.  My cock was grinding against my firm abs and the
smooth material of our coach, and when coupled with the assault my father
was bringing my ass, was quickly raising me to unbridled levels of passion.
I was getting close, and so was my dad.
	As his hands roamed over my hips and back, he thrust forward again
and again, and with each thrust the coach lurched slightly forward.  All at
once, it was my time, and as my smooth balls drew up closer to me, I let
out one final groan and then sent ribbons of sweet, seventeen year old boy
juice coating my abs and couch (it was a bitch to get those fuckin' cum
stains out).  I bucked and writhed and the contractions of my ass sent my
father finally over the edge.  His cock slammed home one last time before
emptying load after load of daddy spunk inside me.  The warmth of his cum
filled me and we both moaned together, lost in the ecstasy of our love
making.
	His softening cock slid from my ass and his overabundance of spunk
spilled from my hole.  Exhausted, he fell to his knees and lightly licked
and kissed at my oozing, open love channel and I smiled and squirmed as he
gently cleaned my used ass.  Eventually we we make our way to his room and
all asleep in eachother's strong arms.  There were conversations, and more
fucking but those are stories for other chapters.  Aren't they?


hope you enjoyed.  Feel free to throw me some comments, tell me about
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