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I kept working, smiling to myself, and turned to hug him the first time he was next to me. His body stiffened and his arms stayed at his sides before rising haltingly up to slide around my shoulders. After a few seconds, he moved his hands to my upper arms and eased me away from him. "Jr., I...uhmmmm..." He looked up at the ceiling and over to the side as if measuring what he was about to say. Dread began climbing up my spine and turning my stomach cold. "...hell." He shook his head slowly and put his hands on his slim hips before bringing his eyes down to mine. "Jr., we gotta nip this in the bud. Now, last night was...man...wow!! But! I'm not gay." He reached for a serving spoon he began 'examining' as he continued. "Well, 'cept I don't understand what's goin' on with me where you're concerned. Don't get it n' don't know that I, or we, can trust it. Plus, you're to damned young t' know what'cha want. Now I'm the adult, so it's up t' me t' keep m' head on straight for both of us. Y' mean the world t' me, son, n' I don't wanna mess that up. I got stuff goin' on at home that might be figurin' into things, n' that's not fair t' either of us t' let that takes us somewhere we'd both regret later. So, let's jus' forget las' night n' go forward like it never happend. Can we do that, Boss Jr.?" "Yeah, Uncle Wes, if you think that's best." I did everything I could t' keep him from seein' my heart break into a million pieces and spent the rest of the day doing the same thing. It didn't look like I was alone in that, either. His joking seemed dry and stiff, and his smile strained and fake. Somehow, I knew the rest of the week would be the same. Mom picked me up and wanted to chatter endlessly about Uncle Wes making me a one-fourth partner. She was so full of excitement, she didn't notice my heavy lack of enthusiasm. Later, it was Dad that caught on to there being something amiss. After dinner, Dad followed me down the hallway. He went into his den, an extra bedroom across from mine that he'd turned into a home office for himself, as I went in to my room and plopped onto the bed. With the coat of his suit thrown over his shoulder, he came to my doorway as he used both hands to tighten his tie. "Gotta go back into the office for a couple hours. Gonna be up when I get home?" "Prob'ly..." I answered without any energy. "Good. I'd like t' catch up with ya on how things're goin.' Go ahead n' hit the sack if I'm runnin' too late, though, son." "Oh, I'm sure I'll be up." So much running through my mind, I knew I wasn't going to sleep any time soon. "Okay, sport, catch ya in a couple hours." After he left, I had quiet time to myself with Mom having gone to bed early to fall asleep reading her latest novel. Upstairs was the guest and master bedrooms, so I had the whole bottom floor to myself. I watched some TV, though I couldn't tell you what I saw. My mind kept wandering and nothing distracted me for long from Uncle Wes. I forgot all about Dad having gone to the office and turned off the TV before heading to my room. Once inside, I turned on the radio and set it to a country and western station instead of the rock one I usually listened to. It reminded me of Uncle Wes and what we listened to at the restaurant. I pulled the sheets back on the bed and took off my clothes, smiling when I dropped my pants and noted that I'd begun skipping underwear like Uncle Wes. I looked over at my chest of drawers and thought about putting a pair on. With the creak in the steps of the stairs, though, I would hear anyone coming down. So, I just stayed the way I was and slid onto the bed on top of the sheets. I laid there staring up at the ceiling thinking about the situation with Uncle Wes. I felt like a lovesick teenager..which I was, mooning over the pret- tiest girl in school. Uncle Wes wasn't the prettiest girl in school, though, and this sexual attraction to another guy rather than a girl was brand new to me. He'd been right, I'd had kind of a hero worship of him over the past few years. Dis- covering that awe of him to also be sexual somehow didn't feel out of place. I'd never felt this kind of attraction for any other guy my age or older. Dad, while handsome in his clean-cut corporate way, was always either in a suit or sweat pants and a t-shirt. I never saw much of his body, through I knew he ran during his lunch hour and spent time in the gym each day. I didn't have a crush on any of my coaches or any other uncle, it only seemed to be Uncle Wes. As I started wondering about why that was, all the things I found so sexy and attractive about him started running through my mind. His deep voice, his big hands, his height, that bushy mustache and eyebrows, all the hair on his body...soon, I was also thinking about his huge cock and getting a hard-on. I laid there stroking it and my body, thinking about his hands touching me. I rol- led over and stretched out imagining his long body covering and pressing down into mine. I re-lived the feeling of all that wiry body hair biting and scraping against my skin as I spread my thighs to feel the warm air in the room breathe against my bared butthole. My hard prick pressed into the sheets as I reached back to stroke my fingers inside the cleft of my ass. Just then, I heard a cough from the room across from mine and froze. I jerked my hand up and under my head without time to cover myself with the sheets when Dad crossed the hall to stand in my doorway. "Ah! You're still up!" His eyes were a little red as he stood there without his jacket and a highball glass of whiskey on the rocks in one hand. "Yeah, just listening to the radio till I fall asleep. How was work?" I asked, trying to appear as if everything were normal and I wasn't lying there naked in front of him...wondering if he'd looked into my room on his way to his den. I must've been too deep in thought to have heard him come in. "Well, nothin' t' talk about really. We just..." He left the doorway for a second, and then padded back in on soft leather dress shoes with a liquor bot- tle this time. He crossed the room and set the bottle on my desk as he added more whiskey to his glass. "...had t' get a plan proposal finalized for submission before tomorrow. So, it was really just crossin' all the t's n' dottin' all the i's. Driscoll wanted t' have a drink afterward. Not good t' tell the boss, no, so I went and had a few with him b'fore headin' home." He pulled my desk chair out and moved it next to my bed before settling down comfortably into it. "Ahhhhh..." He stretched his back, shoulders, and neck. "Good t' finally relax. So....how're things down at the barbeque? Pretty great deal your mom's brother offered ya. I'm proud of ya, son." "Thanks, Dad. I was pretty shocked, but it seems like a pretty cool deal. Whatta you think?" I asked, wanting to show interest in his opinion. "I think it's great, gives you a leg up in the world before you really even get goin.' N,' how is it workin' with your uncle? Is he showing you stuff about bookkeeping, orderin' supplies, and things like that?" I looked up to find Dad's eyes moving from my thighs to my ass and back again. The look wasn't particularly heated, it just seemed as if he were taking mild notice. "Uncle Wes is great. He's showing me how to set-up, grill, make the salads, serve, and clean up. I guess he'll show me more about the business side once I've got the daily running of it down." "Ummm, sounds like...HELL!" Dad shifted in the chair and tipped his drink into his lap. He sighed heavily and then pulled himself out of the chair, stepping over to put his drink on my desk. "Sounds like a wise way t' get you started." He put his hands on my desk and kicked his soft leather shoes off his feet. He then opened his belt and pants to slide them to the floor. "I guess ya need t' get one part of a business down before startin' on the next." He picked up his pants, folded them neatly, then wiped the bottom of his whiskey glass before setting it back down on my desk and refilling the spil- led liquor. "It's good that he's not givin' you too much right off the....crap!" His back was still to me, but I could tell he'd lifted up his shirt tails and was looking at his boxers. He shoved them down, too, picked them up, folded them neatly, and placed them on top of his folded pants. "Hell, soaked right through." He said, turning around to return to the chair. He looked cute and somehow more male than usual in just his dress shirt, tie, and dark dress socks. Some of his short dark hair had come out of place and had spiked down over his forehead. His blue eyes, exact copies of my own, sparkled with a whiskey-infused light as he smiled at his own clumsi- ness. "Ahhhh...now, where were we?" He flashed a lopsided grin my way and absentmindedly flipped his shirt tails at his thighs as he sat there and moved the glass to his lips for a deep swallow. "Talkin' about Uncle Wes teaching me part of the business before showing me the rest." I still hadn't felt like drawing attention to myself by pulling the sheets over me. It seemed like a non-issue for Dad, so I wanted it to seem the same for me. "Oh, oh...yeah...that's right..." He shifted to rest an arm and his weight on one arm of the chair. The adjustment pushed one thigh further apart, and the gap in his shirt tails let the ceiling fixture shine light on a fat uncut cock between his legs. While only half of it was visible, that half was thick and chunky and covered in a heavy layer of skin that draped just past the wide head. Even through the cowl of foreskin, the outline of a very generous cockhead was clearly visible. I took in the rest of his body that was visible to me. Above his dark dress socks, pale skin with a healthy pink glow covered his fit legs. Unlike Uncle Wes, his legs were full and curved with well-exercised muscle. His calves were dusted in straight silky dark hair that thinned to nothing before reaching his knees. His wide thick thighs were completely smooth. I noticed the heavy hand laying over the shirt tail on his left thigh. Though Dad was just under six foot and much shorter than Uncle Wes, his hands seemed the same size as my uncle's...big and strong, yet as soft, hairless, and as pale as his legs. My eyes fell back on that thick cock hanging between his thighs. It looked like a huge cucumber covered in a soft flesh sock. Clearly, it wasn't as long as Uncle Wes,' but it sure looked equal in girth! I looked up to find Dad rambling on, "...how t' do the accounting part of things down the road. I'm sure he'll teach ya who t' order your produce..." His voiced faded from my mind as I took in his boyishly handsome face as if for the first time. Short dark hair, parted on the side and brushed back except for the hair that'd come loose to drop over his forehead framed his pleasant face. His light blue eyes were fringed in short black lashes and sat under wide smooth eye- brows. His eyes were kind and gentle, as opposed to the deepset imposing eyes of Uncle Wes. A strong nose sat between high slightly-rounded cheekbones and above soft well-shaped lips. His jaw was his strongest feature with its heavy square line and prominent cleft chin. Wow, Dad was actually very handsome in a softer more youthful way than Uncle Wes whose features were more chiseled and rugged. "Damn, Arley," He reached up and began loosening his tie, the sud- den increase in the volume of his voice bringing my attention back to what he was saying. "No wonder you're on top of the sheets, it's hot in here, son!" He unbuttoned his collar and unknotted his tie to hang down both sides of his chest as I laid there thinking it wasn't that hot at all in the room and that it must be his drinking making him feel like that. "Need t' get a window open in here, sport!" He stood and moved to the double windows over my desk, opening both before adding to his drink and then stumbling slightly on his way back to- ward the chair. "Phew..." He stood there and unbuttoned his shirt before pulling it off and draping it over the back of the chair, somehow managing this without taking his necktie with it. "...that's better." He took a drink from his glass as my eyes travelled up his body from his thighs to his neck. His cock hung heavily in the warm summer air in front of a large pair of balls. Unlike Uncle Wes,' though, they seemed hairless and hung right up against his crotch. Also different from my uncle, my Dad's crotch hair was short and just a small halo around his cock and balls. His cock, though, was what really grabbed my attention. Standing in front of me tipping his glass back, Dad's hips pushed for- ward slightly and pressed his thick chubby cock out in front of him. Though only about five or six inches in it's state that seemed neither hard nor soft, it was every bit as thick as Uncle Wes' monster meat. I was enthralled by the differences and the similiarities between the two hefty cocks. My eyes travelled up across a slender stomach, firm rounded chest, rounded arms and shoulders, and a surprisingly wide back all covered by a short- sleeve white crew-neck cotton undershirt when the tinkling of ice in his glass told me he was finished taking a swallow. "Shoot, didn't I jus' fill this?" Dad chuckled and turned back to my desk. After refilling his glass yet again, he turned and then stopped under the surprised look on my face. I'd been looking at his strong wide legs, high tight butt, small waist, and then that wide back I'd noticed before. "Oh hell," He reached to cover his cock with his hand, "sorry 'bout that, son." "No!" I answered too quickly, and then tried to recover my calm nonchalant attitude. "I just never realized you were in such good shape, Dad." "Oh!" He turned his head a little to the side and chuckled sheepishly. His hand dropped back to his side, leaving his thick sturdy cock bared. "Well yeahhhhh." Still grinning and embarassed, he looked at the ground as he moved back toward the chair...his cock flopping heavily in front of him with each step. "I started gainin' weight sittin' behind a desk all day, so I took up runnin' and hit- tin' the gym. Haven't taken much notice of myself except that my clothes fit again. Hey, though! That brings up that I've been sittin' here noticin' that you've shaped up quite a bit yourself, sport!" Dad sat down and then scooted forward, his cock and balls dropping off the edge of the chair as he leaned over to squeeze my shoulder, arm, ass, and thigh. "Looks like all that work is havin' some great side benefits!" "Whoaaaa...phew...son..." He dropped back against the back of the chair without waiting for an answer. His hips still in the same position with his legs now widely apart and the hem of his undershirt just above his crotch left his cock and balls shoved toward me. "...I should've skipped havin' another drink when I got home..." He got up shakily, and started toward my doorway. "...need t' lie down...." Then, he was gone. I laid there for a few minutes and then got up. I walked to my door and looked across the hall. Only Dad's desk lamp was on, and he was crashed on the sofa. One arm was draped over his eyes while the other laid beside the couch with his hand resting on the floor. His tie still hung down his now naked chest and his undershirt laid in a ball near the door. Still in his dark socks, one leg leaned against the back of the sofa crooked at the knee while the other had slid off and laid over the side and onto the floor in the same way his arm did. Noting how his almost hairless physique with its firm rounded muscle and soft pale skin was equally as attractive as Uncle Wes' dark hairy body was with its tightly roped muscle, I stood there as Dad's snoring went from a soft quiet murmur to a loud rumble. I stepped in quietly, moving my eyes to that fat skin-coated cock that lay thick and heavy between his legs. I knew what I was going to do, but also knew I was going to do it very tentatively to keep from making the same mistake I had with Uncle Wes. I found I suddenly felt like I had to taste my father's cock, but didn't want to take any chance of waking him up. I walked softly to where he lay and knelt down beside him. I put one hand on the cushion between his thighs and leaned over the thick stubby cock I'd seen tonight for the first time. It looked so sexy laying there heavy and as thick as my wrist, as thick as Uncle Wes' cock. The firm skin, pale and hairless, hung loosely over his wide shaft. Dad's cock looked blocky and chunky rather than smooth and sleek. Though there were no visible veins in that thick sock of skin gathered over his shaft, it seemed as if it were a mass of rippling and bulging muscles. It looked clumsy and somehow neanderthal in its coarse appearance, and seemed at odds with Dad's otherwise smooth and sculpted physique. As I neared his cock, my breath must've breezed over it because the thick heft of it thickened, stretched lazily, and lolled across his balls to roll heavily against his outside thigh. I watched closely as the weight of it seemed to force Dad's meaty cock to move slowly as it drifted from center over to land on his thigh. As it laid there, I opened my lips over the middle of his shaft and took a long taste of that thick dick before stretching my tongue to swipe toward the underside. His cock seemed to fill and "plump" under my lips, and stretch slowly to reach further down his thigh under the attention of my mouth. I began moving my up and down its length, tasting his skin and inhaling the musty scent of all that meat being inside his suit pants all day. His solid cock pushed back against my mouth and stretched further down along his thigh each time I slid my wet lips and tongue from the base to the thickly covered head. Suddenly, it jumped up into the air, fell heavily against my forehead, and dropped with a wet smack across his hip. It now lay facing me as I pulled my face back to look at my dad's fat chunky cock. The thick foreskin clung tightly now to the broad muscled width and wide prominent head, but hung loosely right at the tip. I watched as Dad's cock strained up from his hip and swelled, the fat head stretching his foreskin and pushing forward until the dark tip pushed past the thick skin covering it before lowering back down. His fully hard meat repeated the movement in rapid suc- cession, exposing part of the head of that beautiful cock and the white gooey flow collecting there. I knew what that flow was and hungered to taste it. Would it be like Uncle Wes' and mine, or would it taste different? It didn't really matter...I just wanted it! I leaned forward and pushed my tongue inside his foreskin and under the fat dripping head. All at once, my mind reeled and a shudder raced through me. It was different. It was heavier, thicker in flavor, more salty, and the sligh- test bit bitter. His cock jerked out of my mouth and up into the air in front of me at the sudden contact. Dying for more and forgetting caution, I reached up in a flash and grabbed the thick hard shaft. Another shudder careened down my spine at the feel of the rippled muscles carved heavily down the length of that steel shaft as I leaned into it. I opened my jaw achingly wide to accomodate a girth every bit if not more cumbersome than Uncle Wes.' Sliding my lips over Dad's skin-encased head, I pushed my tongue up under that thick turtleneck and slurped it all over the fat straining flesh underneath. While his loud snoring remained uninterrupted, Dad's leg crooked against the back of the sofa scooted up a bit and pressed outward. More of his thick heavy precum poured over my tongue as I devoured every drop that flowed out. Holding his shaft in my fist, my thumb and fingers nowhere near touching, I slid my hand back to the base of Dad's fat hard cock. The thick skin over it slid back easily as my fingers and palm rode the muscled grooves of his now throbbing shaft. The heavy skin pulled back behind the head and suddenly I held Dad's completely bared cockhead inside my mouth. My tongue went crazy exploring the bloated shape of it. It was like a big spongy helmet inside my mouth. Thick and blunt, it was also long and meaty. I pulled off to look. Man, it was hot! Without being shadowed by Dad's thick foreskin, I know saw the impressive head of his cock was a warm blushing pink...healthy looking and strong like the rest of his body. It fit him perfectly. I could see why it had been outlined so clearly under his foreskin even though Dad's foreskin was so thick and heavy. The head was wider than the rest of his shaft and huge in every direction! While Uncle Wes' cock was over nine inches in length, my dad sported eight thick knobby inches of hard muscle meat. The huge head, though, made up at least three of those thick rippled inches! I dove back on it slurped over that long wide cockhead looming on the end of my father's thick cock like there was no tommorow! Suddenly, his breath caught and his snoring stopped. I jumped up and tore out of the room and into mine, flicking off the light as I ran through the doorway. I stood there, my chest heaving in both fear and excitement as my own hard prick bounced in the air in front of me. I dove onto my bed, my head at the foot away from the door and my feet on my pillows. I was so overheated I laid there swirling my tongue inside my mouth to savor the taste of my dad's precum, and ground my prick into the mattress underneath me. I kept thinking about how it would feel to have Dad cum in my mouth, and also how it would feel to have the huge head of his fat cock open up my asshole before shoving the entire heavily grooved shaft up inside me. With nothing but silence coming from the other room, I spit on my fingers and reached behind me to work two up inside my hole. My ass was on fire as I stroked them inside at the same time as I laid there swallowing the re- maining precum from Dad's cock down my throat. I arched my back as a tingle began building at the base of my balls and slid one leg off the bed to give my hand more access to delve deeper into my ass. I heard movement from the other room and jerked my hand from my hole. Dad suddenly appeared in my doorway, framed by the soft glow from the desk lamp in his den, before I had time to pull my leg up onto the bed. I laid there facing away from him with my ass spread open and wet with my spit in the dim light. "Arley, I think I'm gonna go ahead n'......." His voice trailed off. A cold empty silence filled the room as I laid there petrified by fear, my prick shriveling underneath me. The silence stretched and I began to wonder if Dad had left. "Arley?" He asked softly. "Son?" He asked again. I heard him shift his weight and step into the room. "Son, you awake?" He just stood there when I didn't answer. I could see the faint out- line of his shadow and him lifting his hand to scratch his head and turn to look behind him before turning back to look down at me. "Arley..." He whispered this time. I could barely see one arm move toward his crotch in his shadow. "Damn..." His whisper was quieter than before. I watched as his shadow began moving toward me, his steps short and slightly stumbling. Reaching the bed, he leaned gently into me and pressed his cock and leg against mine. He stayed there a minute, then softly left the room. Before I could wonder what he was doing, the ceiling light went on in his room and he came back to my doorway. "Arley?" His voice was back to normal volume, not loud or soft, just normal. He took a few steps inside and asked more quietly again, "Son?" His shadow was clear and distict in the brighter light. I could see him reach for his cock and stroke it slowly, then quickly, and then slowly again. "Arley?" His voice dropped to a whisper again. My prick that had shriveled in fear when he'd first come in to find me still naked but now spread open across the side of my bed had begun swelling and stretching out underneath me once more. He stumbled quietly forward and leaned into me again. "Damn......... Daaaaaaaamn......." His voice trailed off as one hand moved to ever so lightly graze over the cheeks of my wide-spread ass in the bright light from the room across the hall. "Pretty as a girl..." His voice was so quiet, I almost didn't hear what he said as he trailed his knuckles lightly down the cleft of my ass and grazing my hole along the way. My asshole tightened in reponse even though I strained to keep it still. It pulled inward in excitement several times before Dad's fingers reached my balls. "Not a girl, though. Man, not by a long shot..." He continued mum- bling to himself softly. He slid curved fingers back and forth across my balls that hung much lower than his own, though not nearly as low as Uncle Wes.' His hand went to my thigh and stroked down to my calf before sliding back upwards as his body moved rhythmically with his stroking of his cock. "No, not by a long shot." His hand came back to my ass, strumming his fingers back and forth across my hole as it clenched and unclenched repeatedly under his touch. Dad moved a thick smooth finger inside me, my own spit leaving it to slide into the tight confines easily. Unlike Uncle Wes' rough calloused fingers, Dad's long thick digit seemed to stretch my hole as wide as Uncle Wes,' but with a smoother, more satiny, and more sensual glide. I breathed deeply and sighed within the soft silky spreading of my hole, thrilling in the feel of Dad's wide finger easing deeper and deeper inside me. Slowly, Dad withdrew and stayed there a minute before quietly leaving the room. I laid there praying this wasn't over, praying he wouldn't turn out the lights and go upstairs without taking this further. The time he was gone and silence in the house seemed to stretch out as if confirming my fears he'd left for good. There was no creaking from the stairs, though, so I stayed in the same position in the hope I was wrong. The ceiling light went out from the next room, then the desk lamp. Straining to hear, I listened to Dad's uneven steps cross the hall and then move back into my room. He contiuned quietly past me to my desk where I heard him fumble for the whiskey bottle and pour some over the melting ice in the glass he'd left there earlier. I heard him swallowing next and then turning to move back to my bed. I felt a hand lower to my thigh in the complete darkness and move upward in search of my ass. Long smooth thick fingers found my hole and gen- tly caressed the soft damp opening. I heard the pop or snap of some kind of bottle being opened after his hand moved away from my ass. Next, I felt something wet, cool, and slick being spread over my hole as my tender flesh quivered with expectancy. A finger slid softly inside, then a second. Both of Dad's fingers eased me open much further than my own had. The feel of those two big fingers stretching my tight hole had an effect on both of us as I drew in a deep breath of pure pleasure at the same time as I heard a sharp inhale come from Dad. I could feel the rhythm of Dad's body indicating he'd begun stroking his hard thick cock again and silently begged him not to shoot his load before shoving that big adult meat up inside my young butt. I laid there as he began moving both fingers in and out of my ass. My hands clenched and unclenched the fistful of sheets I'd grabbed onto on each side of my head. Pleasure drifted through me like a lazy summer breeze, Dad's stroking of my insides both exciting and relaxing me at the same time. Something changed and the pressure against my hole increased at the same time as the feeling of being stuffed increased as well. I realized he'd introduced a third long thick finger into his spreading of my teenage asshole. That increased pressure against the tightness of my hole left my prick jerking underneath me. The fingers withdrew and Dad's body moved in behind me. It was going to happen! He moved his hands to my thighs and slid them up to the sides of my butt as the head of his fat cock slid into my crack and moved to find the widened opening that would allow him inside. The head slid against my hole and pressed forward. I gasped as elec- tricity shot down through my legs to my toes. His hands tightened on my hips and held me in place as he increased the pressure of his broad cockhead and forced my hole to dialate across the thick pulpy flesh. Even three fingers hadn't adequately prepared me for the massive girth of his cock that clearly matched that of Uncle Wes.' The head of Dad's meat was even wider than Uncle Wes,' though, and my struggle to take it soon had me floating in a haze of sexual heat and dull pain as Dad continued pressing inward. I hadn't realized I'd begun moaning and gasping quietly as my ass strained to widen enough for the huge head of Dad's cock. Only when his hands moved up my back to my face and turned it to look back at him did I realize I'd made any sound at all. "You're not stoppin' me, son..." He whispered soflty. Now accus- tomed to the darkness...I could see the heat in Dad's face, the warmth in his ex- pression, and the surprisingly easy acceptance that I wasn't asleep. "No, Dad....I'm not." I whispered quietly back. Love, warmth, and affection flowed over me at his calm easy reaction to the situation in which we both found ourselves. Even partially drunk, he could have reacted with disgust and aimed those feeling of distaste and revulsion at me. He called me no names, and accu- sed me of nothing. Instead, he seemed to accept the circumstance as being a bit of a surprise, but still somehow natural and easy. "I wish this was easier for you, son..." He added more softly, still keeping the pressure of his cock forcing my hole wider. "If I wasn't so big..." The huge head of his cock finally punched through and settled inside me. I gasped and lifted off bed, white dots suddenly filling my vision as pain momentarily sliced through me. "I'm sorry, son!" His voice was still quiet, yet now strained and apo- logetic. "I've never done this before n' don't know exactly how t' go about this. I'll stop if you want." "No, no, Dad...don't stop. Please, don't stop." I gasped quietly, try- to hide the pain still coursing through me. "Just....just gimme a minute..." I laid there as the throbbing of my massively stretched asshole began to slowly ease. Dad stroked my sides and my back, reaching up from time to time to run his big hand through my hair. I loved him deeply in those moments for his gentleness, affection, and acceptance. Once the pain was almost gone, I moved my hips slightly and pushed back a bit on the thick steely cock pulsing against the tight ring of my seventeen year old asshole. Taking the cue, Dad began pressing forward again and eased a little of his huge girth inside me at a time. I could feel my small hole expanding and contracting over each muscled groove of his incredibly fat cock as it forced its way deeper into me. In its heightened sensitivity at being stretched so wide and thin, Dad's cock stuffing its brutal width into my tight asshole made it feel as if his rigid meat was surrounded by heavy bands of muscle and gristle. The feeling of my hole riding over each of those bands and closing back down as each one passed through had me bitting my lower lip to muffle my ragged gasps. The heavily carved ridges of his fat cock taunting my asshole were driving me nuts. When his crotch finally finished its long descent into my young body and pressed into the cheeks of my ass, I felt as if I had a tree trunk shoved up inside me. "Jesus, Arley!" Dad gritted out. "Only my own hand's ever felt this damned tight before! You're ass is so damned small, it almost hurts havin' my cock squeezed this hard!" He began pulling out, torturing my hole with the bulky ridges of muscle banding his monstrously thick cock. I found there wasn't much difference bet- ween nine-plus inches and eight inches of hard fat cock as his exit from my thoroughly stretched hole seemed to go on forever. Dad slid his hands down to my hips and shoved back inside with one single stroke. I sucked air in between my teeth with loud hiss and clamped my ass down on him in surprise. "Did I hurt ya, son?" Dad whispered with concern. "No......oh, god, Dad.....no." I could barely think, much less answer with my asshole throbbing against his huge cock buried inside me! That seemed to give him the go-ahead he must've been looking for. He pulled back out, only leaving the huge head of his meaty distended shaft still in- side. Then, he shoved back in, hard and deep. I cried out into the mattress, burying my face into it once again to quiet the overheated longing escaping my throat for more of Dad's hard fat cock. He began pistoning the bulky bastard between his legs into me over and over...thrusting deep into my ass and filling it full of thick hard Dad-meat. I felt as if my whole body from head to toe was stretched wide to take the massive cock shoved inside me. It didn't feel as if he were only fucking my ass, it felt as if he were somehow fucking every part of me. I don't know why, but I began crying. It may have been the enormity of laying there being fucked by my own father with his huge muscled cock, or it could have been simply the feeling of that big donkey-dick shoving my insides wildy apart with each stroke...or a crazed combination of the two. All I knew was that it all seemed overwhelming and I felt as if I were going to explode inside at any moment. Right then, Dad stopped and grabbed my waist. He turned me on the bed until only my chest and stomach laid across it while my feet were now both on the floor and holding my ass up in line for his thrusting cock. He shoved back into me just as we both went stock-still at the sound of the toilet flushing up on the second floor. I looked back to see Dad still and poised behind me as his eyes searched the ceiling above us for signs of whether mom had gone back to bed or was coming down the stairs. As the silence went on, Dad began slowly moving back in and out of me again. Once it had been long enough and there had been no creaking from the stairs, Dad looked down into my face and smiled. "Come on!" He whispered excitedly with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. He yanked his thick cock out of me way too fast and left me gasping with the sudden exit and feeling of intense emptiness. "Come on!!" He chuckled quietly and bounded out of the room. I followed him out and down the hallway into the bathroom where he quietly shut and locked the door after I passed him. "Arley," He said quietly. I turned slowly to face him. "lemme see ya, son." He flicked on the lightswitch behind him without turning and kept his eyes on mine as light flooded the room. His face was flushed and more hair had fallen down across his fore- head giving his boyish good looks a rougher and more dangerous appeal. His chest was still heaving and that thick bloated cock was jutting out in front of him with an upward curve I hadn't noticed before. My god...Dad's cock looked huge and proud standing out beneath Dad's upper body with all it's pumped up round- ed muscle and above his thick legs with their wide thighs and calves. His bleary eyes, heated with lust, took in my younger body slowly from head to toe before he let out a long quiet whistle. "Damn, son, you are one fine lookin' boy!" He stepped toward me, reaching a big hand up to slide down my shoulder to my arm...squeezing the newly developed muscle there. Dad's hand then slipped down to the light fluff of my crotch above my hard young prick and then trailed it up my flat stomach to my taut chest beginning to swell with develop- ing pec's. He grazed the back of his hand across my skin, moving it across my tiny nipples until they became hard nubs while his eyes lifted back to mine. "Damn....." He whispered as if seeing me for the first time. His arm swept around my neck before I knew what was happening, and drew me into a deep crushing kiss as his other arm wrapped tightly around my waist. Pulling the two of us together like that had shoved his cock straight up and in between out stomachs. As Dad's lips crushed themselves against mine and his tongue attacked my mouth and throat, I felt myself disappearing into the feel of that huge bulky cock flexing and jerking against my stomach. Pulling back from the kiss, but without breaking any other contact, he leaned us both toward the tub and quickly turned the cold water to flow from the showerhead at full blast. Whipping around, he suddenly lifted me up onto the countertop and moved in between my legs, spreading them wide as he stepped forward. I lifted my legs to the side automatically as the broad head of his cock nestled up in be- ween the cheeks of my ass. Dad brought his face right up to mine, and then shoved his huge cock back up inside me with no warning. Just as a yell of shock and sudden pain rose in my throat, he dove his mouth back onto mine and kept the sound from bursting from my chest. He dragged his fat meat back out of my ass, torturing me once again with all the heavy ridges banding that formidable cock before shoving it back inside. I cried out into his mouth once again, the tears that'd rained down my cheeks earlier returning as he began fucking my tight young ass in earnest all over again. His tongue retreated from my throat and mouth long enough to mumble against my lips, "Ohhh sonnn..." "Mmmmm mmmmm mmmmm...." I moaned back as he drove his tongue back down my throat. His big hands slid up my chest and fisted my pec's, thumbs skimming across my nipples as fire shot through me and I began attacking his mouth with the same fervor with which he was taking posession of mine. Pounding me with more and more ferocity, he began rolling and pin- ching my sensitive nipples with his fingers and thumbs. I lifted my legs higher, my need for more of his sturdy fat cock up inside me both base and primitive. I didn't just want him and his huge cock any more, I NEEDED Dad and his fat hard meat to fuck me till he filled me with his load. The tilting of my ass resulted in lightning bolts crashing through me when the upturned curve of his cock suddenly rammed into something inside me that Uncle Wes had hit before...something that made my brain flip over inside my head. My hands flew to Dad's shoulders, digging my fingers in and holding on for dear life. He reacted by jerking his whole cock from inside my ass, the huge wide head snapping past my assring like an oversized cork being yanked through. My legs and head quaked at the sharp sensation and fleeting pain it carried with it. Suddenly, Dad rammed his massive muscle-corded cock back up deep into my belly. My head snapped back from his kiss, "DAD!" The huge wide head punched my asshole open as my body shook with the impact before the rest of his thick clumsy shaft slammed inside me. A second wave of brain-twisting shock and pleasure crashed through me as that huge head rammed into that place inside me that threatened to make me cum on the spot. Dad yanked his donkey-dick back out of my hole and then forcefully slammed it back in again, ramming it over that spot inside me once more. I began thrashing on the counter as he hauled that huge cock out of my ass only to ram it back in and across that mysterious place over and over. I looked up to find him staring down at me, eyebrows shoved together and sweat dripping from his forehead. "What is it, son, what is it?" He half-whispered, half-panted. "Ohhhh god, Dad...." "What is it, son......................................what is it?" He repeated as if knowing the answer, but wanting to hear it from me. "Dad....ohhhhh fu-u-u-u--uck...." The words vibrated from my throat under his hard pounding of my tight young ass. Suddenly and with no warning, cum flew from the head of my prick and spewed up under his chin...up across my face...and all over my chest in shot after shot of white watery boy-cum. "Call me Daddy like you used to, son. Call me daddy..." He heaved the words quietly from his chest, his low voice strained with need. "Daddy-y-y-y..." I pleaded. "Want me t' stop?" He asked as if he, again, knew the answer...poun- ding me even harder as he spoke the words. Though my ass was raw, and my cumming left me feeling the full brunt of the ravaged nerve endings in my overly-stretched and brutally fucked asshole, I wanted nothing more than for him to fuck me until he flooded my ass with his daddy-load of cum "No, Daddy, no.....please, no...." I cried softly, trying to keep my voice down and not wake Mom up. "What then? Whatta ya want, son?" "I want you-u-u in me. I want your cum in me, Daddy-y-y-y. Fuck, fuck fuck!!! I want your cu-u-u-u-u-um!!!" "Oh god, son...." He hauled his hips back and began ramming into me like never before! Each power-loaded thrust shoved my assring brutally aside for his huge fat donkey-dick to slam inside and bust across that place inside me that left my brain exploding in bright light on each barbaric stroke. "Cum in me, Daddy!" "Oh god...cum in me, Daddy-y-y-y!" "Cum in me, Daddy!" "I want your cum! Oh fuck, Daddy, I want your cu-u-u-um!" "Oh god...ple-e-e-ease...cum in me, Daddy-y-y-y-y-y!!!!" My words vibrated even more heavily as Dad pounded my ass harder and harder. A new fire rose up in my balls from what I was saying, how much I meant it, how badly I wanted it, and the feel of Dad punching his huge cock into my raw ragged ass like and overheated machine with no feelings or care for any- thing but fucking the holy hell out of my ass. "OHHHHH FUCK, SON, HERRRRRRRRRE IT COMES!!!" The first shot burst out just as Dad's cock had vacated my ass and splashed across my sloppy bruised hole. Slamming back inside me and grinding his hips and massive cock deep into my guts, shot after shot exploded inside me and flooded my belly with his thick load of hot cum. At the same time, my se- cond load of cum flew from the head of my prick and whitewashed both our stomachs...pumping more and more of my cum in between us. Over and over his eight-inch blocky cock flexed its huge girth to splatter more and more cum up inside me. The more he unloaded into me, the more I wanted it. With what little strength I had left there, I clamped my ass- hole down on his shaft and tried to massage, stroke, and suck as much of his cum through his fat donkey-dick as I could. I strained and rode him even as he held himself completely still to get as much thick daddy-cum inside me as pos- sible. "Fuck, Arley, FUCK! That was....I've never....CHRIST!" He drop- ped his forehead to mine. The whiskey on his heaving breath washed over my face. The clean scent of his sweat filled my chest. Even though my asshole stung like hell and I felt like I had the axle of an eighteen-wheeler shoved up my ass, I held onto Dad and never wanted to let go. "We need t' clean up, son." Dad said quietly...carefully...and brought his lips up to kiss my nose. I suddenly felt shy and turned my eyes downward as I smiled and nodded. Dad slowly and carefully eased his massive cock from my abused hole, moving his head back to watch my expression as my jaw dropped and eyes widened at the muscular grooves once again abrading my hole torturously on their exit. When he finally pulled free, I felt his cum pour from my ass before it pulled back closed. Dad's load streamed down the crack of my ass and pooled into a large puddle underneath me. "Looks like your ol' man still has a lot in him, huh?" Dad chuckled, looking down at the pool of cum that'd escaped my ass. "Yeah, and his son has a lot 'IN' him, too, now." I chuckled back as my legs slid down his sides and Dad chuckled even harder at my response. Dad turned and added hot to the cold water raining from the shower- head until the temperature was good. "Hop in with me.." He stepped in and held the curtain open for me. I joined him and we both showered...smiling, but silent and relaxed. After toweling dry, we hung the towels on their hooks and I followed Dad back down the hallway to my room without turning on the light. He grabbed his glass as we stood by my desk and offered it too me with just a gesture of his big hand. I took the glass and a sip before handing it back in the darkened room. My eyes searched his face, remembering that Uncle Wes had been drinking when he fucked me and then regretted it the next day. Dad seemed to sense the question in my face when he looked down at me next. "Son, everything's okay." He placed a big warm hand on my shoulder. "Yeah, I'd had a few...but, I knew what I was doin.' And when I first came in here and touched your butt, I saw your eyelids flutter n' your lips part. I knew you were awake and would stop things if it wasn't what you wanted. Seein' you spread out on your bed like that, though, I had an idea that my bein' mostly undressed in front of you earlier might well have hatched the same type of feelings in you that seein' layin' there naked did inside me. So, unless any of what we jus' did bothers you, I think we're good here. Kinda lookin' forward t' doin' it again, myself." "Dad...." I sighed and wrapped my arms around him, inhaling the clean scent of his skin and feeling his smooth humpy body pressed against mine. I rubbed my head against his firm rounded chest, loving the muscle that pillowed my face. His cock flexed against me, and I instinctively moved to kiss one nipple. I wondered if it would do for him what it did for me. It did. His cock flexed again and swelled a little against my hip. "Arley..." I dropped to my knees in front of him and reached for the backs of his thighs. I stared at his fat softened cock as it hung there in its normal and re- laxed size and state. The thick skin covering both the wide shaft and huge head now hung again down past the tip. I moved down and slid my tongue up into the heavy folds of Dad's foreskin to caress the spongy flesh of the head. "Arley." He said as if about to stop me. But, then, he added as if changing his mind, "Oh son...." I knelt in front of him as his hands came down to caress the top and sides of my head. I forced my lips over his wide girth and began sucking his big rubbery tool until it hardened fully. Pulling my mouth onto him, I forced his huge cock down my throat where I held it...swallowed against it...and, massaged it with the muscles inside my neck. Backing off his solid bulky meat, I swooped back up on it till it was firmly lodged inside my throat again and built up a rhythm of hungrily repeating the process. I loved having Dad cum inside my ass, but I desperately wanted to feel him unload in my mouth so I could taste it all and really feel the amount of cum he poured into me. I didn't have long to wait. "Arley, Arley! God !!!" His whispered voice was deep and husky when the first jet of cum poured into my mouth. Like Uncle Wes, the huge girth of Dad's cock left little room in my mouth for anything else. So, I swallowed furiously as Dad's fat meat began flooding my mouth faster than I could handle. His load, even being his second of the night, was HUGE! He rocked his hips back and forth, only moving a few inches of his thick and erupting cock in and out of my greedy mouth. I sucked at the wide spewing head with all I had, nursing and milking all that incredible cum from his cock and down into my stomach. I felt like I'd swallowed gallons before it finally began slowing to a dribble. With his cock still hard and throbbing powerfully, Dad pulled me up by my shoulders and pushed me back on the bed. He lifted my legs and reached over to scoop the cum that'd escaped my lips. He slathered it over my hole and his cock just as I realized what he was going to do. "Dad..." He silenced me by shoving all eight inches of his huge rip- pling girth into my ass in one mighty thrust. Pain sliced through for a few seconds from being forced back open after my asshole had begun returning back some- where near its normal size. As the shock, haze covering my eyes, and ache in my re-violated ass turned to heat at being filled so completely with my father's big fat dick, my eyes fluttered open to find him looking down at me with both love and desire. "Shoot your load for me, son." He moved my hand to my prick and slid his hands to my chest. I looked back, surprised at his request to the point of forgetting about my own hard dick in my hand. When he flexed his cock deep inside my belly, I groaned and began stroking my cock with a flying hand. At the same time as he grasped both my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, he began flexing his cock inside side me over and over. Each time he flexed that huge meat, the girth of it swelled and shoved my asshole wider. The repeated flexing and stretching of my already ruinously fucked hole along with the electricity firing off from my nipples, sent me over the edge in only a few seconds. I released my prick before the first eruption and latched my hands on Dad's pumped up biceps. He shook his head slowly from side to side as my young seven-inch dick jerked and began spraying cum up into my hair, face, and over my chest and stomach. Widened eyes as my orgasm rocked through me met his, him now humping just the base of his hard fat cock in and out of my ass. Even the short movement of Dad's super thick cock inside my battered hole amazed and blew me away. I twisted on the base of his cock and stared up at him while my prick continued spewing onto my belly. Chest heaving as the last of my orgasm ripped through, I continued staring up at Dad in awe of how quickly he'd pulled the cum from my balls with little more than holding his huge cock inside my ass. At the same time, he was still shaking his head slowly back and forth, and looking down at me with warm appreciation. "My god....son....you are jus' somethin' else..." He slid his hands to each side of my face, and then smiled brightly. "Now, let's both go get cleaned up again and into bed!" I followed him into the bathroom, moving into shower as he grabbed a washcloth and soaped up his fat cock and drained balls. After rinsing off, sliding the curtain back, and reaching for a towel, I found Dad standing in front of me drying off his cock and balls. He tilted his head a little to the side quizzically and asked, "So...you're okay with all this, sport?" I grinned wider than I wanted to and looked down at my feet, "Yeah, Dad....really okay with it." My smile stretched even wider as I made myself look back up at him. He handed me his towel and I began drying off, keeping my eyes on his. "So, doin' this again would work for you?" He smiled back. "Oh yeah..." I laughed, looking to the side and rolled my eyes ob- viously. "...Dad...I'm VERY okay with it." He smiled even wider and wrapped an arm around my neck to pull me in for a quick hug and kiss. He let me go, and I stepped out to toss the towel onto its hook before following him into the hallway. We walked to my doorway, and Dad swatted my ass playfully before pulling me into another quick kiss. "Till next time, Tiger?" He raised an eyebrow suggestively as he smiled brightly down at me. I just hugged him in response and then watched his naked body as he padded softly down the hallway and went upstairs. ***************************** I'm 43 now and Dad's 64, Uncle Wes...73. Both men have changed little, though Dad is finally graying at the temples while all Uncle Wes' hair is solid silver. Each still has the same strong body, and atheletic drive and energy as they had twenty-six years ago. Dad and Uncle Wes continue to turn the heads of both women and a few men when either handsome man walks by. Uncle Wes has never become fully comfortable with our sex life. Though it became more frequent after Aunt LeeAnn left him for another man in a neighboring town, he still has to have a few drinks to throw me in the sack and fuck the hell out of me when his nine-plus inches just won't stay down. I live with Dad to this day and moved up into the guest room when Mom passed away three years ago. Several times a week, Dad can't keep his hands off my ass and I can't keep mine off his big thick cock. It still result in me milking his huge meat and him fucking my throat, and always leads to him slam- ming my younger ass full of his oversized cock and huge load of cum...usually at least twice before either of us has had enough to be able to sleep. After he's torn my ass apart yet again, we fall asleep holding each other close in Dad's room for the rest of the night. In my twenties, I experimented with a few other men. None of them, though, could compare in sheer size to the huge slabs of meat hanging heavily between the legs of both my uncle and my dad. Nor, could those men compare to Dad or Uncle Wes in the powerful way they slam my ass into next week. Others may disagree with my choices in life, but I can think of nothing better than to be loved deeply by two incredibly handsome and hot men, and walking bowlegged for the rest of my days. 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