Date: Sat, 2 Jul 2011 12:37:20 -0700 (PDT) From: MUSCLEDADDY BEAR <muscle_daddy_bear@yahoo.com> Subject: Bad Uncles and Dads - Chapter 3. Bull Dad Pt. 3 This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locations is entirely coincidental. The sexuality of all characters is entirely a figment of the author's imagination. For those of you that are NOT of legal age, please find other material to read. If you are offended by male/male material, or it is illegal to view such materials in your area, you should be leaving at this time. This story may contain scenes of a graphic nature between father and his sons, or under age boys and adult males, which may not be legal in your area. If you are under 18 or material of this nature is illegal in your present location, please leave now. 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So, I figured I still had time to sneak away. I put my books in my room and headed back through the house to the kitchen door. I was just reaching for the knob when Dad appeared at the top of the basement stairs. "I see we're on our own for dinner." He said blandly, indicating the note on the table with the hand holding a beer. "Yeah, I guess so." I responded rather nervously, looking back over my shoulder. "You headin' out?" "Yeah, goin' over t' Tim's for a while." "Clear that with Mom?" Shit, he had me. "Oh...." I wasn't sure where to go with this. "No, I....ummm..." He walked up behind me, I felt the warmth of his body before I felt him brush against me. "Clear that with me?" "No..." I answered, dropping my head down, caught and know- ing it. "Did I hurt you?" He quietly asked, his deep voice soft and low. I lifted my head quickly, surprised and off guard with the question. "Last night. Did I hurt you, son?" "Well," I struggled to answer a question whose answer I didn't fully understand myself, "I was scared at first.....at first, it...." "It's okay, Ryan, jus' say it." "At first, it hurt. You were scaring me, and it did....it did hurt." "At first?" "Yeah, at first." "And, later on?" He set his beer on the counter and moved against me, settling me gently with my chest against the wall and him against my back. I didn't answer, heat rising through my body and mind even before it reached my dick. "Later on...?" He urged as he reached down for the hem of my t-shirt. He pulled it over my head, and then dropped it to the floor by our feet. "Later on, it got better....it was okay." My breathing was deepen- ing as my pulse rose at the same time. " 'Better' ? " He asked, sliding his big hands onto each side of my slender waist. "Yeah, it stopped hurting so bad and...." I gasped softly as his wide hands and thick fingers slid up my sides to my chest. His thumbs rub- bed across both my nipples. My dick jerked inside my jeans as my breath caught in my throat. "And?" He kept repeating the last words I'd said as a question, forcing me to reveal to both him and myself what last night had felt like for me. "And....." I started to answer as his hands dipped down to open my pants. My jeans and boxers both slid to the floor. I could feel his uniform against my back, ass, and the backs of my legs. Something about that feeling added to the heat already rising inside me. Knowing he was fully dressed behind me while I was almost completely naked emphasized the power I felt he had over me. His hands slid up the sides of my thighs and back to my chest, the rough skin on the pads of his thumbs returning to stroke my nipples. The sensations that raced through my body shocked and thrilled me. Neither I nor anyone else had ever touched them, and I'd had no idea about the intense pleasure they could generate. "And? He repeated. "And.... What?" I asked, gasping quietly between each word. He leaned his head down, brushing my neck with his coarse beard. His lips pressed against my ear as his warm breath swirled and teased its way inside. "It stopped hurting so bad, and...? "Oh god...." His thumbs on my nipples and hot breath sweeping inside ear while his beard grazed my neck made it almost impossible for me to think. "...it started feeling good." "Ohhhh wow..." The words broke from my lips just after an- swering him, my nipples now being rolled between his forefingers and thumbs. "Good?" He asked, sliding one arm around my chest and across to the nipple that'd been in the other hand while that one slid down between our two bodies. I could then feel him unclasping his belt buckle and opening his pants. The next thing I felt was his long slab of meat being laid up the length of my asscrack and into the small of my back. "Better than good." I struggled with the honesty of the admis- sion. Each of my breaths now came in soft heated gasps at the heat he was sending through my body. I could feel his hand climbing up between his stomach and my back as he opened each button on his shirt, his lips still pressed to my ear. "Better than good?" He coaxed, sliding his hand from between us once his shirt was fully open and reaching over onto the counter beside us. The coarse hair of his chest and stomach scratched wickedly against the skin of my back. Instead of his beer, he reached for the cooking oil from where it was set beside the flour and sugar. He twisted the top off with one hand and then poured some onto the countertop. Then, he dipped his fingers into the puddle and slid them up inside the cleft of my asscheeks. My body went rigid as his fat fingers slid one after the other over my hole, each one making my ass-ring vibrate lightly as it crossed the respon- sive button. The groan that floated from my lips came, not from my chest, but from somewhere much deeper inside me. "Better than good?" He patiently asked again. "Oh jesus, Dad!" I gasped as a finger about the size of a broom handle slid inside me. It hurt at the same time as it felt good to have it opening my hole. The calloused skin felt like sandpaper against the inside my ass that was still raw and abraded from the rough fucking the night before. "Yes, better... It felt great..." My voice caught in my throat as I rose up on the balls of me feet, attempting to move off the finger rasping against my inflamed ass-ring. "Dad, please....please take it out. It's too rough." I pleaded. To my surprise, he actually did as I asked and slowly slid his finger out leaving me to lower back down onto my heels in relief. "Would this be better, son?" He eased his hips back and slid the meaty head of his cock up and down inside the oiled valley between my ass- cheeks. The blunt feel of it sliding past my hole repeatedly pulled the answer out of me before I realized I was speaking. "Oh yeah. Yeah, I think so....I think so....." He wiped his oily hand dry across my cheeks and then reached in front to splay it out widely just above my crotch. He eased my hips back and kind of upward at the same time as he slid his cock down my crack until its head lay right at my waiting hole. "Son," The pressure of his hand above my crotch increased as did that of the impressive width of the head of his cock. I remembered what he'd said last night as well as the fact that it had turned out to be true. So, I relaxed and pushed back. "OH CHRIST!!!!!" I sagged against the wall and Dad. The head of his cock had slid inside almost the second I'd relaxed. I hadn't been pre- pared for either the speed nor the dull pain that swept over me. "Ryan. Ryan. Not so fast, son!" "I didn't mean... I didn't realize..." My chest heaved as the pain rolled through me. "Take it out, Dad. Please...please...take it out." "Just go with it, son. It's in. Jus' let it sit there and your body adjust. I'll wait." He must've seen my quick and worried glance at the beer can on the counter. "No, son. No. That's my first one, and it's still half full." I turned my head over my shoulder in both surprise and question of the truth in his statement. "Yep, my first one." The look on his face was stern and sincere. He pushed another inch inside me. I gasped and rose up on my toes. "You okay, son.?" "Yeah. Yeah, Dad, I'm okay." I barely got out the words. I knew he had to realize I was lying as much as I figured he must also realize I didn't want him to stop. Another inch slid in. "Oh jesus, Dad!!" He pushed on and forced the full length of his fat cock up inside me in one long, slow, tortorous stroke. "Daaaaaaaaaaad.....!" I almost felt as if I would pass out from the feeling of being slowly stretched and filled beyond belief. "Oh, god, Ryan...fuck!" He held me there, my asshole spasming against his rigid baseball bat cock. His head dropped to my shoulder as his cock flexed up deep within my stomach. "Do you love me, son?" He asked quietly as if he needed the answer to be yes. "Yes, Dad.....oh, god yes, I love you!" "You used t' call me 'Daddy,' up until a year or two ago." His head rose and I felt him draw himself up to his full intimidating height. " 'Dad' sounds like you're grown up, already a man, and don't need me anymore. That true, son?" He began hauling his cock back out of my ass almost as if to ask with his body what he was asking with words. A new fear rushed through me, "No!" The retreat of his ass-filling cock stopped in mid-stroke. "No," I repeated looking back over my shoulder, tilting my head up to meet his eyes and gulping at the next word on my lips, "...Daddy." His only response was the closing of his eyelids and the thrust of his cock back up deep inside my bowels. "OH GOD!" I groaned at being filled to the brim again with his long thick daddy-cock. "Oh, who?" He asked tightly. "Oh, Daddy!" He pulled part way out and slowly drove back in. He took a couple steps back, pulling me with him and away from the wall. A big hand at the center of my shoulders pushed me down into a bent position so fast my hands flew up to the wall to keep from falling over. Then, both hands grabbed my hips and began pulling me on and off that huge ass-rammer as Dad began to fuck me slowly and deeply. "Is this what you want, son!" He asked, it coming out more of a demand than a question. "Yes! Oh fuck!" "Yes, what?" The words were quick and deep. "Yes, Daddy!!!" At my response, he picked up speed and power. His big hairy balls began bruising mine on each downstroke. I felt the two open sides of his zipper against my ass each time he shoved in to the hilt. The thought of him fucking the hell out of my ass while still in his work uniform turned me on even more. I felt the cum rising up in my balls as my dick strained against the excitement thundering through my body. I arched my back in hunger for more of Dad's powerfully muscled cock. Suddenly, he pulled all the way out and stopped, the head of his cock just brushing the outside of my oiled up and receptive asshole. I could hear his heavy breathing from behind me, and feel his fingers digging into my hips even more urgently before. I couldn't understand why he'd stopped, and was almost frantic with need for him to keep going. "Say it." I knew. "Daddy!" I breathelessly panted. He slammed into me. The wide flaring head of his brutal cock punching through my assring brought me up onto the balls of my feet. The shock of my ass snapping back down after it pierced through sent searing electricity up my spine and into my brain. The feel of the rest of his shaft barreling in afterward and spreading my hole back to its limit only served to scamble my brain even further. He'd driven me out of my head the night before, battering my young asshole relentlessly with a repeated complete withdrawal and brutal re-entry. The memory of that still left me unprepared for the excrutiating pleasure that slammed through my body. After his cock was shoved fully inside, he hauled it out of me as forcefully as he'd driven it in leaving nothing inside me but fiery desperation to be stuffed full of his massive cock once again. "Say it!" He demanded. "Daddy!" I groaned, and arched my back to look back at him. His face was hard with bared teeth and a furrowed brow, sweat dripping into his eyes as the smell of him before his shower saturated my lungs. He yanked my hips back as he punched back inside, the snapping of my assring and then further stretching of my hole left my body shaking for more. The muscles of his body that usually laid smoothly across his frame now bulged and rippled in high relief under their thick blanket of skin. His chest, shoulders, and arms seemed as if the muscle underneath was as bloated with sexual heat as his fat commanding cock. "Say it!" He ordered violently, his voice husky and filled with gravel. "Daddy!" My voice rose with the impact of that one word, the word that emphasized the reality of whose cock was slamming into my ass. The repetition became faster, more demanding. He didn't need to tell me any more, I begged for his cock with 'Daddy!' each time he pulled out. Every savage re-entry set fire to the network of nerves throughout my pleading body. I was holding my load back with everything I had. Even so, he was hitting something inside that pushed cum up into my dick and down onto the floor. At the same time as he rammed past it, an extra jolt of electricity shot through me and drove me into a fevered insanity. High-pitched with need as the damn inside me began to burst against my will, my voice begged without my mind processing the words, "DADDY!! DADDY!! DADDY!! FUUUUUUUUCK MEEEEEE!!!" Though I wouldn't have thought it possible, he began jack ham- mering into me even more furiously. My teeth slammed together on each crashing stroke. With no time in between, he still pulled all the way out and then brutally shoved my asshole aside to drive into my bowels. Goosebumps started at my legs and washed up across my back before spreading across my scalp. A dark hot heat rose up from the center of my body and flowed out into my limbs. I knew something different was happening even before I heard my voice drop low and growl out like an animal getting ready to attack. "DaaaaaaaAAAAAAAADDYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!" I warned, suddenly paralyzed in the contracting of my stomach and balls pulling tightly to my crotch. Every muscle in my body tensed and my ass clamped down on Dad's cock, almost stopping the pile-driving momentum of his ruthless pounding. "Fuck, son! Don't....AWWWWWWWW FUUUUCK!!!!!" He suddenly reared back and shoved forcefully past where the grip of my ass had momentarily held his cock in place to ram that fat drain- pipe meat the rest of the way inside. I felt my asshole stretch further than before as his cock swelled against it and fired the first hot eruption of thick cum into the walls of my ass. My own load burst through right at that same moment. I was lost in the feel of my dick jerking with each blast and the feel of Dad's flexing cock spewing bucket after bucket of cum up inside my young body. "SONNNN...!" "DADDYYYY...!!!" "SON!!!" Both of us roared out the two words together in rapid succession as we became nothing more than wild rutting animals, thrusting together in frenzied heat. I felt nothing but the explosions of nerves, frying brain cells, erup- ting cocks, and my own convulsing ass. The wrenching climax that ripped through my body was like nothing I'd ever known. Even the night before couldn't compare to the feeling of my load being pulled from inside my very bones. Dad's cock was still thrashing and spewing his load into my guts when he raised me up and stumbled us both forward into the wall. His thick muscular arms wrapped around my shoulders and squeezed the air out of my chest, his cock still dumping cum inside my ass. I could feel his load now leaking out and running down my thighs as he raised his chin to rest on the top of my head. "Son, that was..." He groaned and squeezed me even tighter as he gasped for the breath he needed to continue, "What.... What you did with your.... with you ass back there.... Jesus!" He relaxed his hold on me and began stroking my arms. "How 'bout we..." He was still out of breath and struggling to get his words out. "....get cleaned up.....and.....and, go out.....t' eat." "Yeah. That sounds really good right now." I panted in response, still trying to catch my breath myself. 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