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Mom was thrilled when she came home. Later that night, though, I heard the excuses and refusals from their room. "I'm too tired"..."I had to work over every day this week"... "maybe tomorrow"...etc. The next night Dad took her out to dinner. But, I heard the same refusals from their bedroom that night as well. Monday night Dad was in a terribly foul mood. Neither he nor Mom said a word to each other before she left for work. I didn't wait for Dad to come to my room that night. He was on the edge of the couch in the dark and nursing a drink instead of beer. He was drunker than I'd seen him since he and Mom had gone to a friend's wedding years ago. He didn't even lift his bowed head when I walked in. " 'Bout time you got here." "But, I..." "Jus' skip it n' get over here." He stood shakily and almost fell. "Dad?" I asked, truly concerned. The look on his face was both angry and defeated when he lifted it to meet my eyes. "I believe I said t' get over here." He growled severely and yanked of his boxers. He abruptly pushed me to my knees and thrust his cock into my face the second I reached him. While he'd never been gentle with me before, he'd also never been particularly rough. He shoved his cock into my mouth before I could breathe. When I pushed against him, he just held me there. His cock began to harden stuffed down my throat as I started stuggling worriedly for air. He pulled back and then shoved inside again, barely giving me time for a breath. In no time, he was fucking my face hard and deep. His angry hammering of my mouth and throat making both raw and sore in a matter of minutes. It seemed to turn him on even more than usual, the fury in his lunging cock seemed fueled by a need for both sexual conquest and revenge at the same time. Just as his flow of precum signaled that he was about to flood my mouth, throat, and stomach with his load, he pushed me back and then tossed me over the cushions of the sofa with my knees still on the floor. "It's not enough, goddamn it!" He thundered, planting is spit- slick cock between my cheeks and thrusting it up and down inside. "It's not FUCKING ENOUGH!!" His cock began shooting across my back. Instead of riding it out where he was, though, he pulled back so that his load was gushing up inside the crack of my ass. Slathering his long sturdy meat a the same time, his thick slimy load lubed my ass until a puddle formed on the carpet between my legs. The smell of sweat, cum, and pumped-up angry testosterone churned the air in the room into a damp stormy cloud. As anxious as I was about how drunk Dad had become and as much as his rough treatment filled me with fear, I couldn't deny that his thick cock sliding against my sensitive asshole was causing my dick to swell for the first time this evening. Just as I began to relax into the sensations emanating from my ass, Dad pulled back further and planted the fierce head of his cock at my tight hole. "Not fuckin' enough...." I heard him repeat through gritted teeth. Pressure began to build against my sixteen year old virgin hole as the relaxed feeling began to fade into an all new fear. "Dad," I quietly asked, not wanting to set him off any more than he already was, "what're you doin?' " "Someday, son, you'll understand," he responded, the anger still clearly evident in his strained words, "getting you cock sucked just isn't always enough for a man." He pushed harder and my hole began to stretch painfully open over the huge invading cock-head pressing inside. "Oh god! Dad! No!" I cried. Sucking his cock had been hot, but it'd also been hard to take and painful at times. Up inside my small ass- hole was just not possible! He grabbed my shoulder to hold me in place, "Just bear down and push back against me, goddamn it!" "Dad! Dad! No! You're crazy!!! Aggggghhhh SHIT!!!" He pushed harder, sending the head of his cock further inside my hole as even more dull throbbing pain radiated through me. "You're not pushin' back, son! Now, push back, goddamn it or this is only gonna get worse!!" I bucked and twisted underneath him, a big mistake as it forced the head of his cock to punch all the way into my painfully throbbing hole. "AAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHH FUCK!!!" I cried, as I collapsed into the cushions. All the fight left me as pain sliced through my body and into my brain. I couldn't do anything but lay there and hyperven- tilate as some of the intense pain began to slowly fade. "I fuckin' told you, son...not pushin' back was just gonna make it worse on ya!" He spat out, impatience and anger darkening his tone. When I felt him start to shove more of that huge cock into my ass, the desperation to get away rose up again in full force. I bucked and twisted again, this time knocking him off my back. Not waiting to see if he'd landed okay, I took off out of the room and up the stairs. The pounding of the blood in my head kept me from hearing him behind me as I started up the stairs from the living room to the second floor and my bedroom. I was five steps from the top when a steel grip latched onto my ankle. I lost my balance and fell to the carpet, the top half of my body landing on the balcony as my legs laid along the stairs below. The next thing I knew, he was on top of me. 280 pounds of German-Italian pressed me into the floor as nine fat inches of horse-cock found its way back up against my terrified teen asshole. "Ryan.......don't.......do.......that......again!" He threatened, biting off each word to make sure I knew he meant business. "Now, push back or don't. Either way, I'm comin' in..." With that, he shoved the head of his cock and an inch or so of shaft up inside me. A massive stretch and feeling of being stuffed full of something that didn't belong there accompanied a lesser pain than what I'd felt before. "Not so goddamned bad, now, IS IT!" He roared. "Now, just fuckin' do what I tell ya, son, and everything'll be goddamned fine. Fight me and this is gonna hurt like hell!" "Okay! Okay, Dad, just.....AAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH JEEEEEESUS!!!" He shoved more into me. "Push, Ryan, fuckin' push, boy!" I did, and felt him stuff more of his thick meat up inside me. "Push!" I did, again, and more huge cock stretched my hole further from its original size. "PUSH!!" I beared down and then gasped as the last several inches of Dad's big fucking dick forced its was deep inside me. It felt as if I'd feel it through my skin if I slid my hand between my stomach and the floor. There was no way the whole fucking slab of cock was inside my ass. Just, no way! But, I could feel his balls against mine and his crotch flattening my asscheeks. It had to be true. That huge monster of a cock had to be buried up inside my body!!! He growled and slammed his face down on the back of my neck. His hips ground from side to side, displacing my insides as his beard scraped my neck and shoulders. He kissed, sucked, and nipped at the skin around my neck, occasionally diving onto one ear to swipe his tongue inside. All the sensations skewered my mind as his big hands slid up and down the sides of my body at the same time. By the time he began pulling his fat cock out of me, I was half- crazed with driving sexual urgency. He pulled almost all the way out and then lunged back in. "Ohhh god..." spilled from my chest at the feeling of that long wide cock raking across my swollen butthole, every thick vein covering that beast of a cock setting my nerve endings on fire as they shoved through. He growled and roared as he hit bottom again, planting his face back into my neck to weaken me further with his attacking bearded mouth. He lunged into me repeatedly in the same way, pausing before hauling himself back out, rather than truly fucking me. Slowly, I began be- coming used to accepting his huge cock up inside my ass. He seemed to sense when I was ready and began to thrust into me over and over, slowly building up speed and steam. As his cock ripped into my insides, I felt as though the sensations were too great...more than I could stand. Before I knew it, I was clawing at and crawling over the carpet. Rather than anchoring me in place, Dad simply contintued powerfully plunging into my ass as he moved with me across the floor. When we were completely on the balcony and off the stairs, I caught sight of the hall mirror at the other end. In it, I could see Dad and me from the shoulders up. Suddenly, I wanted to see it all. I HAD to see it all. I continued crawling under Dad's deep hitting thrusts, moving us until we were framed in the glass. My god!!! Dad's huge muscled body braced over my smaller one as his hips drove his cock deep into my ass time and time again. My dad's face, my face...his body, my body, seeing it wasn't the same as feeling it. It was even more real, more mind-blowing, and more hot SEEING my handsome bull of a father fucking the hell out me!! My balls pulled up and my dick began to jerk underneath me as the first blast of cum threatened to shoot up its length. He was still raking his beard across my neck and shoulders, and biting into the skin as he pounded my ass. The fact that seeing us in the mir- ror had set off the countdown to spewing my load must've come across somehow. "Close, son?" He rumbled hoarsely into my neck. I fought against with mind blowing feeling of his beard and mouth against my neck, his cock pistoning in and out of my ragged teenage hole, and the sight of my own father fucking my ass just to be able to squeeze out a tightly strangled, "Uh huh!" in response. In a flash, he had me flipped onto my back without dislodging his dick. Hooking his elbows under my knees, he raised my ass and drove deep inside. He slammed back into me, the new angle sinking his cock even deeper inside me as my head snapped back from the impact. The base of his thick cock stretched my hole even wider than before in this position! I saw him glance into the mirror I'd been staring into only moments before. His eyebrows shot up and his lips parted as his pounding slowed to a lazy slow stroking of my insides. "Damn, Ryan...." He stared, easing his powerful cock in and out of my tight cum-lubed hole. "...you need t' see this, boy." He looked down and bent over me, rolling my back until my cock was getting close to my face. I looked past my balls and saw what he was talking about. There in front of me was my own asshole, stretched to the breaking point, with my father's hugely thick cock forcing its way inside! Wet and shiny, the veiny width of it looked like a flesh-covered tree limb being sunk in and then hauled back out of my tender hole. The skin of the openening pulled thin and outward against his hulking meat as he slowly dragged that long fat bastard from my body. It seemed to be sucking at the head of his bloated shaft just before it caved inward with the next down- stroke. The sight created by his agonizingly slow entry and retreat along with the electricity that fired from my butthole throughout the rest of my body proved to be more than I could handle "Daaaaaaaaad!!! FUUUUUUCKKKKK!!" "DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD!!!!!" My dick began firing off into my own face and onto my chest. "Jesus, Ryan! You're ass is squeezin' the fuck outta..." Dad began pile-driving into me without finishing his statement. He slammed so hard that my body was sliding across the floor with each driving lunge, cum still splattering from my young dick. Suddenly, he pulled all the way out and then punched back in. The broad head of his massive cock thrust viciously through my ass-ring. My eyes rolled back into my head at the sensation of my hole being punched open without warning. I struggled to keep from screaming as fire shot through my veins from the shock of my hole snapping back behind the wide flaring ridge. It clenched behind the head of Dad's cock only to be stretched back out again by his thick shaft shoving deep inside me. Again and again, he pulled all the way out and then lunged back in. The feel of that fat head repeatedly shoving my hole back open just as it was beginning to close set off a second spewing orgasm even before the first had begun to fade. All I could do was lay trapped underneath his thrusting body as fireworks exploded throughout my body and mind "Fuck, Ryan, fuck! GODDDDDDDAMN ITTTTTT!!" Dad was suddenly destroying my tender sixteen year old ass as his cum began splattering in and outside of me. It was as if fucking my ass and shooting his cum wildly inside my stomach and all over my ass turned him into a wild jungle animal. Everything seemed to stop existing for him except for savagely pounding his teenage son's battered hole. Over and over he spewed his cum against and inside my ass as if he would never stop. I could feel his cock sloshing in the bath of his load filling my guts as well as the globs of it splashing against my crack and balls. After what felt like hours, he dropped on top of me as my legs slid from his arms and around his waist. 280 pounds of sweaty exhausted German-Italian bull pressed me into the floor as his thirty-seven year old cock twitched inside my ass and dumped the last of his load into my sixteen year old body. I wanted to stay like that forever. I felt safe, secure, and prized underneath the weight of his powerful body. I felt warm in feeling his hairy chest and stomach against mine, and his hairy thighs against the soft skin of my ass. Even his hot breath panting against my shoulder left me feeling happy and content. As he'd fucked me like a bulldozer, I'd come to feel like I be- longed to him. It had felt as if he'd made me more than just his son, that he'd made me his entirely. Now, laying underneath his strong body, it felt as if he were somehow mine as well. His head laid to the side of mine with his arms stretched above. With my head on its side and turned away from his, his armpit rested across face. As the sweat from damp musky place rolled down my face, the scent that was all Dad poured into my chest. I licked my lips, tasting his sweat and noticing that it was saltier than his cum. If my face hadn't been trapped under his chest, I would have buried my face in the hairy curve of that dripping armpit. Dad raised up and lifted my legs again. He looked down intently and watched as he slowly pulled his heavy cock from my swollen hole. As his fat meat flopped down over his balls, I struggled to close my asshole. There seemed to be no strength left in it, though, and Dad's thick load began to slowly leak from the brutally fucked opening. The eyes that lifted to mine were bleary from too much beer, but there was something more in them. They looked shadowed by sadness and defeat. "You should get cleaned up." He said, his voice thick and quiet. "Dad, I..." I tried to say something, anything, anything that might wipe away that beaten down look from his face. But, he stopped me even before I could think of how to finish what I'd begun. "Just get cleaned up, Ryan." I scooted from underneath him and walked dejectedly behind him and to the bathroom door. I stopped and looked back. Dad rose unsteadily to his feet and grabbed for the bannister when he almost lost his balance. He then raised his head to meet my gaze in the mirror. The same defeated look that'd been there minutes before was still firmly etched into his handsome features. I turned and went inside, hoping he'd seen the caring and love running through me as I'd gazed back at him. I showered quickly and then went to my room for bed. As I walked out the bathroom door, I noticed the absence of the rug that'd been underneath us at the finish and assumed Dad must've thrown in in the washer. Just as I climbed into the sheets, I heard Dad's heavy steps coming up the stairs and then the water being turned on for his shower. Giving him time to dry off, I got up and stuck my head out the door only to see just the back of his leg as he went into the room he shared with Mom. I got back into bed, confused by everything that'd happened so far. First, I'd felt excited yet guilty about blowing him in his sleep. Then, in the times afterward, I'd felt as if he were using me just for sex. After the refusals from Mom, I'd felt tonight as if I was giving him something im- portant. Then, I'd felt as if I was disappointing to him in my sucking of his cock and had angered him with not being good enough. Later, I'd been ter- rified when he'd gone after my ass. And then later still, I'd felt needed and loved...not wanting to move from laying underneath him. That sad and terrible look on his face afterward was the most confusing, though. Did that mean he regretted what he'd done with me? 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