Date: Tue, 7 Feb 2012 10:40:34 -0800 (PST)
From: MUSCLEDADDY BEAR <muscle_daddy_bear@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bad Uncles and Dads Chapter 12:  Engineer Dad Pt. 2

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Bad Uncles and Dads - Chapter 12  Pt 2

Engineer Dad


	I waited as long as I could to get up the next morning, racing to
the bathroom to shower so I wouldn't run into Dad.  My stomach was in knots
and I was lightheaded from the stress.
	He was at the kitchen table reading the paper and drinking coffee when I
finally walked in.  Already in jeans and a plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up
tightly in the deep indentation between his straining biceps and heavy rounded
shoulders, dark curly hair furred over his exposed arms and burst out from the
vee at the neck of his shirt.  His eyes were hidden under the brim of his cowboy
hat and left only the lower half of his handsome face visible.
	I walked over and began making breakfast for Mom and me, the silence
in the room increasing my anxiety by the second.
	"Sleep well?"  He asked gruffly.
	"Yeah, fine.
	"Good...get you n' your mom fed, then be ready t' leave."
	"Okay."
	I was filled with trepidation and felt like I was going to throw up at any
minute.  I fixed only a little breakfast for myself because I knew I wasn't going
to be able to eat much.  After taking Mom's up, talking with her for a while, and
then cleaning up the kitchen...I put on my socks and tennis shoes and went to
find Dad.
	He was leaning against his truck and merely turned and got in without a
word when I approached.  The drive through town and out to the feed store
went in complete silence.  We walked in, Dad ordered ten sacks of horse feed,
and then I helped him load them into the back of the truck.  We made several
more stops and didn't head back to the house until several hours later.  Very
little was said between us.  What Dad did say was short, and he remained as
gruff as he'd been in the morning.  It all did little to reduce my anxiety.
	We unloaded his truck and then Dad informed me I was going to help
him build rabbit cages for an order of rabbits that would be in early the next
week.  We did all that, and then headed to the house as it began getting dark.
	We both reheated leftovers, him taking Mom's up to her before we ate
at the table in the same silence that had dominated most of the day.  Somehow,
still, we'd slipped into some kind of wordless comfort zone in doing simple day
to day tasks side by side.
	When Dad grabbed a beer and crashed back in his recliner, though, he
waved me away when I moved to take his boots off.  He sat there fully dressed
until announcing he was going up to bed and for me to make sure I didn't watch
TV too late.
	I was both disappointed and relieved when he left to go upstairs.  When
my stress finally dropped, I found myself exhausted from trudging through my
nervousness all day and went straight to bed.
	Around four in the morning, I noticed the kitchen light come on and heard
him in the fridge.  Shortly afterward, I saw his tall shadow on the carpet as he
came down the hall to my door.  I kept my eyes squinted almost shut as he
appeared in my doorway.  He just leaned against the doorframe and looked
inside.  I could just make out that he was naked and watched him reach to stroke
his cock before taking a couple steps toward my bed.  Then, he turned and
walked back out abruptly.  He continued down the hall into the bathroom.  He
shut the door and then came back out around five minutes later, striding past
my door and then upstairs after turning off the kitchen light.  Soon afterward, I
fell back asleep.
	Everything was back to normal after that, though Dad no longer had me
take off his boots, or his boots and his pants, any longer.  If he came into my
room again at night, I'd not been awakened by it until early Thursday morning
when he'd been getting ready for work.
	I heard him in the kitchen and got out of bed to go to the bathroom.  When
I walked out my door, I looked down the hall toward the kitchen.  The drapes
were open in front of the sliding glass patio door.  Being dark outside, they
reflected like a mirror and I stared as Dad's tall muscular naked body rum-
maged through the cabinets.  My dick began getting hard watching his heavy
meat slapping his thighs as he moved around.  He stopped, facing the patio
door, and leaned a hip against the bar.  He ran his hand through the thick hair
of massing over the solid slabs of muscle making up his chest.  His head drop-
ped as his hand did too and began lightly stroking his fat cock.  He seemed to
sigh and then looked up in the direction of the patio door as if looking right at
me.  I turned quickly back into my room and dove into bed.
	I wanted to pull the sheets over me, but could hear his steps nearing
my door.  I didn't even have time to roll over and was laying there with my hard
young dick tenting my briefs when his wide shoulders filled up my doorway.
	He stepped inside quietly.  Stroking the underside of the big cock arching
out from over his low-hanging hairy balls, he moved up to the side of my bed.
I shut my eyes completely as he got close and laid there without moving.  Soon,
I heard the bathroom door close and opened my eyes to find him gone again.
	As before, the door opened five minutes later and he walked right past
my door toward the kitchen.  When I later heard his truck start and leave the
house, I jerked down my briefs and jacked off furiously...coming after only a few
strokes.
	Dad was especially quiet when he came home that night, drinking several
beers with dinner instead of just his normal one.  He was wearing an older white
button up shirt.  The material was thin and the dark hair swirling underneath
showed through as much as all the thick muscle of his torso.  More than that,
his well-worn jeans hugged his crotch tightly.  Tonight, his cock was clearly
outlined underneath...his balls rolling visibly inside the leg of his jeans along
side it.  I'd never seen his 'equipment' so obviously displayed before.  I was
having a hard time keeping my eyes averted and my dick down.  Dad caught
me looking several times though he didn't acknowledge it in any way.
	I was at the sink washing my dishes when he came up behind me and
put a hand on my shoulder.  He squeezed and said only, "Dinner was good."
	"I stopped at Ray's Barbeque on my way home from school.  Mom ate
earlier."
	"Well, good choice, son."  He squeezed my shoulder again and set his
plates beside the sink.  He went to the fridge and pulled out a fourth beer.  He
popped the cap and set the bottle on the table, peeling off his shirt and draping
over the back of his chair before heading into the living room while I finished
the dishes.  I watched him lumber lazily out of the room.
	I found myself lookin at him in wonder that this man was my father...the
powerful furry forearms above those big meaty hands...the heavy biceps and
triceps that met broad shoulders that almost didn't fit inside the doorway when
he reached it...the wide back that tapered down to a compact waist that wasn't
small, but was hard and tight...the square muscular ass that pulled his jeans tight
across the solid masculine mounds under his tan leather belt...the thick thighs
that strained the worn denim and forced him to walk in a slightly bowlegged
fashion that had worn down the outside of the heels on his dusty cowboy boots.
	I knew from his attitude the past couple days that what happened the
other night would not be repeated.  I was so turned on, though, by seeing his
hairy muscular torso through his thin shirt earlier, his big cock and balls rolling
underneath his jeans as he'd eaten, and then his tall powerful body leaving the
room without his shirt...I felt like I was going to explode if I didn't sneak off soon
and jack my dick off to relieve the intense pressured building in my balls.
	I went into the living room afterward as usual, though, not wanting to
obviously disappear immediately after dinner.
	Dad looked up from under his cowboy hat and motioned to his boots
with his bottle of beer.  I was surprised and hesitated before moving in between
his big feet.  I pulled off one and then the other as he popped his belt buckle and
then the buttons on his fly.
	I set each of his boots beside his chair and then reached for his pants legs
as he lifted his hips from the seat.  I pulled and his long fat uncut cock and big
hairy balls flopped out with the sliding of his jeans down his thighs.  He wasn't
wearing underwear!  No wonder the shape and movement of his big meat and
heft balls had been so obvious through his jeans while we'd eaten dinner.
	I gulped down my surprise and pulled his jeans the rest of the way off,
folded them, and placed them beside his boots.
	I quickly and self-consciously moved to the couch when he spoke up.
	"Taken your shower yet?"
	"Oh.  No sir..."
	"Then, do that before you get settled."
	"Yes sir."
	I'd been so caught off guard by pulling off his jeans to find his cock and
balls completely bared to me without briefs to cover them, I forgot to beat off
as I showerered.  Having the sight of him reclining in chair in just his cowboy
hat and boot sox bunched down below his thick hair calves filling my head left
my dick staying three quarters hard as I soaped down and rinsed off quickly.
After my shower, I was so heated up inside...I skipped putting on anything but
a pair of running shorts.  I'd never gone without underwear before, and loved
the feel of the shorts against my naked prick, balls, and butt.  My dick was al-
ready rising in reaction when I walked back into the living room and to the couch.
An empty beer bottle sat on the table by Dad's chair with a fresh fifth one beside
it.
	Dad was still sitting there, footrest down, with his legs spread wide and
his thick cock and big balls lying solidly across the seat.  I avoided looking at
him and stared at the TV, not seeing anything on the screen as my mind raced
nervously.
	A half an hour later, "Get me another beer, would ya, son."
	"Yes sir."  I walked out and came back in to find his cock arched over
his balls and raised about four inches off the seat.  I handed him his beer, avoid-
ing eyes that felt like they were boring holes right through me.  I went nervously
back to the couch and laid down with my heart beating like a marching band's
bass drum.
	Again, I lay there staring at the TV without really seeing anything on the
screen.
	Another thirty minutes past, and then Dad got up and went into the kitchen.
I heard the door of the fridge and then the cap on a seventh bottle being popped
off.
	He came back into the room to the television set and turned it off, his cock
standing out parallel to the floor in the bluish light from the tv just before he
pressed the on/off button.  He moved to his chair, sat down, and turned off the
lamp beside him dowsing the room in darkness.
	"Get over here."  He ordered quietly.
	I got up and moved to stand in front of him.
	"Closer, son."
	I moved in until I could feel the edge of his chair again my knees and his
furry calves brushing mine tantalizingly.
	"Touch it."  He demanded, his voice harsh and low.
	I bent and reached over, finding his hairy stomach first and then sliding
my hand down the steely shaft standing tall above his balls.
	I heard him sigh and stroked my hand up his thick length.  I loved the feel
of him, the loose skin covering that humungous shaft with all its gristly ridges,
grooves, and throbbing bulk.
	He suddenly sat forward and reached for my crotch.  When his hand met
my hard prick, he slumped backwards into his chair and locked an iron grip on
my wrist jerking my hand from his meaty cock.
	"Goddamn it, son....."  He muttered as if terribly disappointed in me.  I
stood there feeling fear rise up inside me again.
	We just stayed there for what seemed like forever before he finally moved
my hand back to his hard throbbing meat.
	"Hell....get on your knees, damn it."  He sighed as if he'd have rather told
me to get the hell away from him.
	I sunk down on shakey knees and leaned forward into his thighs.  I loved
the feeling of all that wiry hair on his legs biting into the soft skin on the sides
of my torso.  I pulled his cock toward me and slipped my lips over the head.  I
sucked at that extra skin covering the head and felt his body stiffen when I ran
my tongue up under it.
	He grabbed the back of my head, pulling me off his cock and shoving
my face into the inside of his hairy thigh and next to his fat balls.  The thick heady
smell of day-old sweaty balls and cock flowed up my nose leaving a quiet groan
rolling up through my throat.
	I slid my tongue out and relished the thick salty flavor of him before I
turned my mouth to those big hefty balls.
	"Oh god..."  Dad groaned as I slathered the big hairy orbs in my spit.  I
I lapped and sucked at his damp balls until he was grinding his hips against the
seat of his chair.
	"Get back on my cock, goddamn it, boy!"
	I grabbed the thick base and aimed that long fat cock at my mouth before
I swooped down on it.
	I immediately tasted precum coating the head and first few inches of his
wide shaft in a thick salty sweet layer.  It coated my tongue and the inside of my
mouth as he pushed my head down between his thighs and shoved his cock
down into my throat.  My eyes slid shut as his fat meat filled and stretched my
throat and reached down toward my stomach.
	Dad grabbed the hair on the back of my head in a tight fist and began pum-
ping me on and off his thick cock.  I reached down and pulled the leg of my
shorts up to free my own raging dick.  I circled my arms around his thighs and
pressed my dick against one of his bulging calves.  The feel of my dick encased
in all that curling thick black hair as I rubbed it up and down through the heavy
forest of it all turned me on as much as having my throat stuffed full of Dad's
huge cock.
	The smell of his thick cock and heavy balls became stronger and richer,
filling my lungs with the rich scent of him and making my balls churn with my im-
pending load.  Every time he pulled my throat and face off his long thick cock,
he coated my tongue in a thick juicy slather of precum signally he wasn't far off
from unloading into me.
	The thick salty taste of it drove me nuts as he began violently shoving me
on and off that horse meat between his big hairy thighs.
	I groaned around his fat cock as my cum washed up the shaft of my dick
and jetted into the hairy calf I'd begun humping madly.
	"You cumming?"  He grunted breathlessly.
	I just nodded on the big dick down my throat and the strong fist gripping
my hair.
	"Awwwwwwwwww fuck............"  He thrust forward out of the chair, rolling
me onto my back as he fell on all fours over me.
	My mouth, still latched on and suctioning his cock for his cum, pulled
and milked and tongued the big pulsing head like getting his load in me was the
only thing that mattered in life.
	He grabbed my hair again and held me still with only the three inches of
fat straining head inside my lips when his cock began blasting my father's cum
into my mouth.
	"SWALLOW, BOY!  DRINK MY FUCKIN' CUM!  EAT MY FUCKIN'
LOAD!!!"
	He blasted into my mouth, filling every corner with thick salty cock juice.
I gulped, swallowed, and sucked for more...starving for my father's cum.
	His cock jerked and jumped in my mouth as more and more cum spewed
forth.  I was writhing underneath him, coming out of my skin at the taste of him...
the taste I'd come to crave and couldn't get enough of.
	His cum was thick...it was salty...it was sweet.  It was incredible and I never
wanted it to stop pouring in and filling my stomach.  I wanted to drown in it, I
wanted him to shoot me full of it and then splatter it all over my body.  I wanted
to be covered in it inside and out.
	Though I knew he couldn't, it was as if he'd read my mind when he pulled
out of my mouth and rose back on his knees.  My wish coming true, that huge
cock jutting out from his crotch shot buckets of cum up into my face and across
my chest and shoulders.  My eyes had adjusted to the darkness and I could see
my huge hairy bull of a dad running one big hand across the top of his head and
the other across his big hard chest as his body rocked through his orgasm and
his huge cock bathed me in thick blasts of his adult cum.  It was running down
my shoulders and my sides, and I knew there would later be an outline of it on
the carpet where I now lay.
	He reached back with one arm and snapped the three-way lamp beside
his chair onto low.  I stared as he turned back and the piss slit in the thick head
of his meaty cock gaped wide and spewed yet another massive gush of Dad's
cum all over my face, shoulders, and chest.
	"Oh...my...fuckin'...god...."  He gritted out and scooted down my body to
just below my crotch.  Another blast of cum ripped through the wide yawning
meaty slit bisecting the fat head of his jerking cock as he shoved my thighs
apart and moved in between them.  Dad pulled my legs up to his waist as
another blast of cum spewed across my stomach and ran down the sides of
my waist.
	His eyes were wild and darting all over me and I could smell all the beer
he'd drunk on his breath as his chest heaved in time with the unloading of his
cock.  The humid smell of beer, adult male sweat, and thick spewing cum
steamed off the two of us and hung heavily in the air the room.
	He scooped up a handful of his cum and reached down between my legs
to slather it in between the cheeks of my ass and over my tight thirteen year
old butthole.
	A big finger pushed my hole open and shoved inside.  Dad's fingers were
thick and his knuckles huge.  I felt each knuckle pushing my hole wider as they
thrust inside, the rough calloused skin of his hardworking hands stinging the
soft flesh of my asshole.
	"You're so fuckin' TIGHT!!"  He hissed, his cock still splashing cum across
me.
	He shoved a second finger inside and stretched my hole wider than I was
prepared for.
	"Oh god, Dad, stop...please stop!"  I cried, trying to keep my voice down
to avoid waking Mom.
	"Oh no, son.  Oh no."  He shook his head from side to side, the look in his
eyes wild with liquor and sexual heat.  "Oh no, boy, you started this..."
	He shoved his fingers up inside my ass, the base of them stretching me even
wider.
	"What did you think?"  He glared down at me.  "Did you think I'd be satis-
fied with just a blow job?  When you grabbed my cock the first time, did you
think I was just here for you t' get me all hot n' you could jus' slink away when
you were done?  Did you give a thought t' me, boy?  I haven't had my cock in-
side anyone in two years, son.  And, you thought you could just satisfy your curi-
osity...get what you wanted...and then walk away leavin' me hanging?"
	"Well, no, goddamn it.  That ain't how it works!"  He added a third finger,
clamping a big rough cum-coated hand over my mouth when I started crying in
response to him forcing my hole painfully wider than before.  He stared down
at me as I kicked his back with my heels and yelled into his hand at the feeling
that he was stretching my ass past its ability.
	I lay there regretting all the beer he'd had that night.  Wishing he'd stopped
sooner, and feeling sure this wouldn't be happening if he had.
	"You're gonna take my cock how I wanna give it to you...and you're gonna
fuckin' take it now, you self-centered little bastard!"
	He pulled his hips back and thrust forward.  The head of his cock hit above
my hole and slid up past my balls without going in.  He growled and pulled back,
shoving back against and missing my hole to thrust back up along my crack and
to the side of my balls.  Frustrated, he angled his hips differently and shoved in-
ward again...this time, hitting his mark.
	Pain flashed through even though he'd just worked my hole open with those
thick harsh fingers only moments before.  I twisted from his grasp as white fog
clouded my vision.  I stumbled to my feet and hit the wall as I raced to my bed-
room.  I stopped just inside to close the door and felt a mountain of sweaty hair
and muscle barrel into me from behind.
	I tumbled to the floor as I heard the door closing behind me and the flick of
a switch just before bright light flooded the room.
	Before I could blink, all that damp hairy muscle came down on top of me
like a ton of bricks and I could feel Dad's legs shoving mine apart until my back
arched and my ass rose up into the air.
	"Goddamned little son of a bitch!"  He growled and wrapped a thick muscled
arm around my face and mouth.  With the other hand, he reached between us
and aimed the head of his cock at my hole.  I fought against him, yelling 'no'
into the arm muffling my cries.
	He shoved his huge cock several inches inside me as my body went limp
under him from the sudden pain.  All I could do was to try to breathe as my whole
body went ice cold.  I had no strength to fight, it had all been sucked out of me
when Dad's massive cock pierced through my young inexperienced asshole.  All
I had left in me was to try to survive his huge cock ripping my ass open.
	"This what you wanted?"  He held his cock, thankfully, right where it was.
	I shook my head against the grip of his arm as tears poured down my
face.  I'd only wanted to touch his cock, I hadn't wanted this.  Yes, I'd loved
sucking my father's fat meat.  But, I hadn't known that was going to happen
when I'd first sneaked over to stroke his cock while I'd thought he'd been
sleeping.  Enjoying sucking his fat dick had been an unexpected surprise and
discovery about myself.  But this.  This...no...I hadn't even known enough about
sex to contemplate it much less want it.
	"How many of your little friends have fucked their skinny little cocks up
your tail, boy?  How many times have you had some scrawny little boy-cock up
your ass?"
	I twisted my head from his arm enough to spit back, "None!"
	"LIAR!"
	"No.  I just wanted to touch you.  I was just curious!!!"  I half explained
half begged.
	"Well then, little Mister Curious, get up here."  He ordered and pulled his
thick cock from my throbbing violated young ass.
	I just laid there as he rose to his feet.
	"I said, get up here!"  He hissed, grabbed my arm, and jerked me to my
feet before tossing me over to my dresser.
	I grabbed it with both hands as my chest landed on top in front of the big
square mirror rising up from the back of it as Dad sauntered up drunkenly behind
me.
	I gasped as he jerked one of my legs up and on top of the dresser next
to my chest.
	"You're curious?"  He growled.  "Well, let's satisfy that curiosity and my
need to fuck the goddamned hell out of someone both at the same time!"
	He moved up between my legs and pressed the fat head of his cock back
up against my quivering hole.
	"No, Dad, please!"
	"Shut up."  He slapped a big hand over my mouth and jerked my head back-
ward forcing my back into a deep arch with my head now only a foot or so away
from his big hairy pumped up chest.  He twisted my head to look in the mirror
where I could see my glistening wet hole and the big head of his long fat cock
pressed into it.
	He reached down with the other hand to slowly peel his foreskin back over
that long thick swollen glossy head of his cock.  I stared as the plum-sized dark
pink flesh was slowly bared to my view, the tight skin covering it pulling back
until it passed the flaring ridge and sank behind it.
	"Now, watch Daddy fuck his little whore..."  I watched as he pressed his
hard ten inch cock forward.  I stared in shock as my hole stretched open over
the bulbous knob at the end of his long fat shaft and the dull pain started pas-
sing through me once again.
	I watched in utter shock as the pain rose and more of that fat head pressed
in.  I gasped as I saw the cum-shiny ring of my asshole slide back behind the
ridge of the head of Dad's huge cock just as his foreskin had moments before.
	I knew Dad's cock was huge.  I'd known it when I'd peeked at it, touched
it, and when I'd had to stretch my mouth over it.  I hadn't truly realized just how
fucking thick his tremendous meat was until I could see the three inch diameter
of it stretching my hole impossibly open.  Even through the pain coursing through
me, I had to respect and admire Dad's huge slab of meat as much as I feared
it.
	"So fuckin' tight..." Dad muttered under his breath and my eyes rose in
the mirror to find him staring intently where my eyes had just been focused...
right where his huge meat was stretching and stuffing itself into my thirteen year
old virgin asshole.
	His eyes rose to mine in the mirror as if sensing my gaze on him.  Those
eyes clouded and narrowed in his handsome dark bearded face.  "Look!  Look,
boy.  Look at your Daddy's big fat cock forcing that tight little whore-ass open.
Look at it, Mr. Curious, and know what it looks like when a man fucks your
horny little boy-tail!"
	With that, he thrust another couple fat inches up inside me.
	I squeezed my eyes shut against the returning pain of the massive meat
invading my tight young hole.
	"Open your eyes, goddamn it, and look!"  He gritted out as he snapped
my head back a little further.  I did as he demanded and saw that half his cock
was now thrust up into me.  I could also see for the first time his big rounded
ass...that big powerful man's butt all covered in thick dark hair.  Seeing his hard
hairy ass made him seem even bigger and stronger to me than before.
	His hand suddenly reached underneath my stomach and felt my shrunken
dick.
	He leaned his head forward and chuckled evilly, "Don't worry, boy, you'll
like this.........eventually."
	He held my head in place and slowly stuffed the rest of his meaty ten
inch cock up into my ass until his hips were pressing my butt cheeks flat against
him.
	I felt like I had a tree trunk up inside me.  I felt like I couldn't move or
breathe as if Dad's huge cock had taken up all the room inside my body.  I tried
to imagine how far up inside me ten inches would put his cock within my body,
but my mind reeled at the possiblity.  At only 5'1" at the age of thirteen, ten
inches put the head of his cock two or three up past my bellybutton!  And, that's
exactly how it felt.
	My eyes went wide at the realization and I stared as he backed inch after
inch of his mind boggling girth from my swollen hole.  It felt as if he were emp-
tying me from the inside and I wanted to cry out for him to stop.  Yes, it hurt.
But, I had him.  I had my Dad in that moment.  I had him inside me and filling
me up.  It was torture feeling that slip away even through the amazing sensations
of that big cock sliding across my hole.  The pain was subsiding, the pleasurable
side taking over as he'd said it would while the emotional side of it all twisted
my heart in a wringer.
	I watched as the ridge began easing into view, followed by the full length
of the dark pink spongy head of Dad's impressive cock.  I stared as my hole slip-
ped closed as the last of his thick meat eased all the way out from within my
small body.  My eyes drifted closed and I opened my mouth to run my tongue
across the palm of Dad's big hand clamped over my mouth.  I didn't intend on
doing it or even think about it, it just...happened.
	I heard him from behind me, "You are such a faggot whore, Ryan.  My son
is a fuckin' queer whore, and fuckin' queer whore for his own dad's big cock..."
	My eyes shot open in shock and humiliation at his words and then clamped
back shut when he shoved that huge hard horse meat back deep up inside me.
Dad rarely used my name, normally calling me 'son' instead.  Hearing him use
my name and calling me a faggot whore was like a fist to my chest.
	"Open your eyes, goddam it!"  He yanked his cock back out of my ass.
"You watch Daddy fuck his little whore-boy!"
	I opened my eyes to see him shove that big fat cock back up into my hole
and then back out again.
	"That ass is hot, though, son!  Goddamn!"  He shoved back inside and
brought his free hand crashing down on my right ass cheek.  I jerked at the sud-
den sting and felt my eyes water.
	"Oh, fuck yeah!"  He brought his hand down again as he stabbed his fat
cock back up into my guts.  "Yeah...you clamp down real tight when I spank that
ass don't 'cha!"
	Oh god!
	Every time he thrust into me, he brought that hard hand crashing down on
my ass.  Every time he did, I flinched and jerked with the impact.  The moderate
pain seemed to intensify the sensation of that incredible cock stretching my hole
and stroking the inside of my body.  I could feel the edge of the dresser biting
into the base of my dick and I realized I was rock hard from both the pleasure
and the light pain Dad was inflicting on me.
	I looked up at him in the mirror, panting with my insides going wild around
his thrusting cock.  He looked mean, hard, and hot as all hell.  The muscles in
his chest, arms, shoulders, and stomach flexed and rippled powerfully under-
neath their thick pelt of coarse dark curling hair.  Sweat hung in droplets from
all that hair and he had the look of some sex-crazed animal fucking the hell out
of some much smaller and meeker prey.
	His lips were snarling and his breath was hard and fast as he plunged into
me over and over.  His cock tore at my hole and slammed deep into my insides.
I felt like he was turning me inside out with every deep stabbing stroke, the im-
pact of each one hurtling through my body as if someone was pounding a sledge
hammer against my ass.
	"Goddamn it, Ryan!  Why?  Why!!"  He looked up at me after using my
name for the second time since the night this all started.  His face was twisted
with anger as he slapped my ass harder and harder at the same time as he
rammed his huge cock harder and harder up into my smaller body.
	"You're my own goddamned son, for fuck's sake, Ryan!!"  His eyes drilled
into mine with fury behind the shifting irises.  "Why the fuck did you have to start
this...why?!!!"
	I stared back at him with his big hand still clamped down tightly over my
mouth, unable to answer even if I had known what to say.
	"Jesus!  Oh FUCK"
	He pulled me backward off the dresser till I had to grab on to keep my
balance.  I looked behind me as he grabbed my hips and began slamming into
me as if he couldn't get his huge cock deep enough inside.  He looked huge
himself, towering over my much smaller body with six feet and two inches of
dark hairy muscle.  He looked like a massive handsome gorilla ramming a
massive animal cock up into me.
	The whole look of him piledriving his fat meat into me from behind began
sending me over the edge every bit as much as the feel of that huge cock itself
slamming into my insides.  He began hitting something inside me on every stroke
that sent my eyes crossing and legs shaking under the fire bursting throughout
me.
	He slammed into me and stopped, throwing his head back and opening
his mouth in a silent yell.  I could feel his cock jerking and exploding inside me
as he pulled back and slammed into me again, holding me skewered on his
long solid cock as he pumped more cum up into my belly and my own dick
began shooting its load onto the floor beneath me.
	He slammed into me once more and then shoved me back up against
the dresser before jerking my leg back up where it had been before.  He pumped
his hips and cock into my ass as he flooded my insides with his thick slimy seed.
I arched my back on my own and strained upward to see.  I watched his cock
thrusting in and out of my ass, each time coated more thickly in pearly gobs
and streaks of Dad's cum.  Each time he shoved back in, more of his load
collected around my asshole until it was a sloppy frothing ring of my father's
thick seed.
	Dad took a deep breath and leaned back, watching what I was.  His eyes
trailed up my back and into the mirror to meet mine.  He took another breath as
his thick sloping eyebrows drew together in the center.
	"Ryan..."  He pulled me back against him and slid both arms around my
neck.  He kissed the top of my head and turned us both to fall onto my bed, his
bigger hairy body on top of mine with his fat cock still buried deep inside my
ass.
	"Ryan, son, what have you done.... "  He pressed his face into the back
of my neck.  "Fuck..."
	He didn't give me time to answer.
	His hand reached behind my balls to stroke his fingers around my cum-
drenched hole and the thick base of his cock still lodged deeply inside.
	"Oh god..."  He eased some of his thick meat out of me and then stuffed
it back in.
	"You feel so good..............son."  He kissed my neck and nuzzled my ear,
stroking his cock in and out of me in soft gentle movements.  I loved his hairy
body pressed hard against mine...the sweat of him sliding across my skin and
the feel of his weight on top of me.
	One of his legs pushed one of mine upward, and he began moving more
and more of his incredible cock gently in and out of me.
	His hand left my hole and moved up to my mouth.
	"Christ..."  He mumbled against my neck when I slid my mouth over his
fingers to tongue his cum from them.
	He pulled his hand away and slid both to my chest, his thumbs flicking
across my nipples as I bucked at the unexpected pleasure that shot down through
my toes.  I arched my ass back and began trying to rise up on my knees with an
instinct I didn't know I had.  I was like a young female puppy in heat backing up
to a bigger male dog to get him up inside her and relieve the aching need there.
	Instead, Dad somehow eased me the other way onto my back until my
legs fell around his waist.  He leaned over me, staring into my eyes as if asking
and answering some question only he knew.  He dipped his head down and
stroked his bearded jaw against and over my face.  Something about the older
more masculine feel of his beard against my younger smooth skin sent a sizzling
excitement pulsing through me and swelled my heart at the same time.
	He tilted his mouth to mine and brushed his lips across my own,  Back
and forth he moved them until his tongue slid out and slipped inside.  It was my
first kiss, my first real kiss.  And, it was coming from a man.  Not just any man,
but my own big, ruggedly handsome, and super masculine dad.
	I could taste him.  I could taste him and the beer he'd drunk.  He tasted
wonderful as his tongue swept inside my mouth, caressed my own tongue, and
probed the back of my throat.  I felt my mouth as filled with his long wide tongue
as my ass and stomach were with his long fat cock.
	He pulled his mouth from mine and trailed it down my neck, bowing his
back over me as he continued down to my chest.  Setting up a slow easy pace
of moving his hard fat cock in and out of my ass, his lips and teeth moved first
to one nipple and then the other as a new fire began raging deep inside me.
	I was arching up against his torturous mouth, part of me wanting to es-
cape the overwhelming feelings bursting inside my brain while another part
wanted even more of what Dad was doing to me.
	I could also feel his thick cock and full length inside me like I hadn't been
able to before.  I couldn't tell whether it was the different position or the slower
pace, but it felt as if I could feel every inch of his long length and every inch of
his huge thickness reaching deep inside me and pushing my asshole wide.  I wan-
ted him to pound me again, hard and fast as he had before.  But, I didnt want to
lose this amazing sensation of feeling every powerful inch of Dad's massive cock.
	My head was twisting from side to side under the electricity shooting
through me from where his hairy mouth was was taunting and teasing the newly
discovered nerve endings crowding the flesh of my nipples at the same time as
Dad's thick cock was also driving me to the edge.  With the dull pain vanished,
my hole was still raw, ragged, and overly sensitive.  His long, slow, and deep
movements inside my body left me circling and grinding my hips against his big
cock with a mind of their own.
	I felt my cum rising slowly inside me, building a little at a time.  I hadn't
even realized I'd begun groaning until Dad lifted his head from my chest.  His
pale grey eyes searched mine, his black lashes incredibly long and curved in a
way that would have been highly feminine on any other man.
	"Close?"  He softly growled.
	I nodded as I gasped for air, "Yeahhh..."
	He moved his hands to the side of my face and bent down to slide his
mouth posessively over mine again.
	The power and pace in the strokes of his fat cock inside my ass increased
and he lowered his body on top of mine.
	The thick hair of his chest and stomach pressed into mine.  I felt drunk on
the feel of him as that same swirling hair rasped against the backs of my thighs
and the smooth skin of my ass.  I ran my hands up his arms, feeling those thick
wiry curls sliding through my fingers.  More than just all the hard muscle packing
Dad's tall burly frame, all that thick hair on him made him feel like the sexiest,
most masculine man alive to me.
	The pressure of his mouth on mine deepened and his tongue searched
inside with mounting intensity.
	Soon his big cock was plunging in and out of me with renewed strength
and determination.  It felt like Dad's thick hard meat was pushing more cum into
my balls with every deep demanding stroke.  My arms encircled his back and
grabbed at the thick hair coating him even back there.  I slid them away and
underneath my legs to grab at his thighs and pull him even deeper into my ass
if that was even possible.
	Dad pulled his handsome face back some and looked down at me.
	"Oh god, Dad."  I begged quietly, saying what I coulnd't find the words
for with the need in my voice
	"Say it again."  His voice was so quiet, but almost angry again in its harsh
demanding tone.
	"Oh god, Dad..."  I asked again, digging my fingers into the muscles of his
thighs and pulling him harder against me.  Then, I used a word I'd heard before
but had never spoken.  "Fuck me..."
	Dad swooped down and attacked my mouth...kissing, licking, and thrusting
his tongue down my throat.  He drove his cock into me and began driving into
me with a controlled power I both admired and in which I found myself drown-
ing.
	My dick was trapped between our stomachs, sliding inside the sweat-slick
curling hair that coated his.  I could feel that hair sliding over and gripping my
dick as his body moved powerfully over mine.  His hairy stomach was scouring
the tender underside of my dick and torturing the head.  The cum began racing
up my shaft with a demand that couldn't be stopped.
	I pulled my mouth away from him only far enough to cry, "Oh Dad!!"
	"Fuck, son!"  He slammed his mouth back on mine just as he began slam-
ming his long thick cock in and out of my hole.  I began shaking and crying into
his mouth as I felt his cock swell and my own let go of my load.
	I shot in between us with a force I didn't know I had inside me at the
same time as I felt Dad's cum splashing and splattering inside me.  Soon, I was
bucking and thrashing underneath him as my body and mind erupted in shooting
stars and exploding fireworks.  Dad kissed me and rode my ass like a man po-
sessed, sucking and pulling at my tongue as he pounded my ass into a quivering
mass of tender exhausted flesh.  Over and over he rammed his cock and his cum
up into me until I felt I would lose my mind if he didn't slow down soon.
	Still, he continued ravaging my mouth with his...thrusting his huge cock
and thick load up into my young body.  It seemed to go on without out end as
it occurred to me that his big balls must have somehow reloaded with massive
amounts of cum almost immediately after shooting a previous load.  My dad
was obviously a hell of a man!
	Finally, though, the fury of his movements died down and Dad collapsed
on top of me.  Panting and gulping air, he manuevered us around until I was on
my stomach and he was laying on top of me still buried deep inside my ass.
He pulled my pillow underneath our heads and forced my leg up with one of his
again until I was half on my stomach still and half on my side.
	I fell asleep almost immediately wrapped tightly in Dad's big stong
arms.


(To be continued.)


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