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That was five years ago and they've been married almost as long. He's Dad now, as much as if he'd been there from the beginning. British, though his accent is now mostly gone, and the star player on his university soccer team over in the UK, he's still a huge sports enthusi- ast with sailing and fishing as his biggest passions. With both in the top rungs of upper management in their companies, they have a great deal of vacation time available and are always away on some fishing or sailing trip. Their favor- ite destination is the island of Tonga near Somoa. Having a beach cottage down there on a secluded stretch of beach for a few years now, they're well acquain- ted with the people native to the island and usually stay at least a week or two while I visit Mom's parents. Dad's everything I want to be...handsome, charming, tall, fit, a big flirt, and always the life of the party. He's now forty-seven, where Mom's only thirty-eight. She's had a tummy tuck and a moderate facelift, while Dad's only gotten more rugged and handsome with age. 6'3," dark golden tan, grey-eyed, and blessed with an incredible smile, Dad's blond hair is now streaked heavily with grey and stays clipped short and neat as does his beard and mustache. His sinewy arms and legs are corded with tight rippling muscle and bristling with thick curling bleached blond hair. As I said, he's everything I hope to be someday. About a year or two ago, my hero-worship of Dad begin turning into something more. I was interested in girls, but more because I wanted a girl- friend everyone would be envious of and I liked having the attention of one of the hot girls at school. I wasn't interested in really doing anything with them, though. It would be a few years before I became interested in guys other than Dad, though my interest in him began the summer I'd turned fourteen. He'd taken Mom and me out sailing. I'd jumped in the water for a swim and Dad came to the low edge of the boat to make conversation about the temperature of the ocean. I grabbed a hold of the side and looked up, right up the leg of his loose shorts. That's when it all started. There, hanging free below his balls, was a cock of a size I'd never seen before. I was instantly fascinated, and also embarassed to find that my own dick shot to full mast in seconds. Dad stood there looking out over the water past me as I stopped hearing a word he said. The rocking of the boat left that big slab of meat swaying and slapping against his thigh. I'd seen guys in the gym at school with decent and some big sized cocks, but nothing like Dad's. As I watched, it suddenly swelled thick and stretched another inch or two down his leg. My lower lip dropped open as I saw his foreskin pull back and the big tan head of the thing blush deep pink out of nowhere. I barely no- ticed my eyes widen as it kept getting longer and thicker to the point where it began tenting out the front of his shorts and giving me a clear view of a very large and blond-furred set of heavy balls. I realized I was barely breathing at the same time as I realized Dad was no longer talking. I looked up to find him looking back down at me with a slight smile across his face. Now, Dad always smiled a million-watt flash of straight white teeth...so, the quiet affectionate curve of his lips was something I wasn't used to. Nor, was I used to getting caught looking up his shorts at his cock. I'd never even thought about it or him in that way before. Now, holding on to the edge of the boat, I knew my face turned all sorts of red as I did begin thinking of him in "that way." "Ready t' climb back in, buster?" He said quietly, his face showing no signs that he noticed my intent stare. Only his soft tone seemed off from his normal energetic speech. At my lack of answer, he squatted down and gave me his hand. I took it and let him pull me up, his hard cock mashing into my thigh as I stood. Instead of moving, he kept me standing right on the edge where I'd fall back in if I moved. Cock pressing into my leg, he tipped his beer back and slid a hand down my arm. He looked down at me and smiled the brilliant wide smile I was used to as I swear his cock flexed against me. "Get somethin' t' drink, son, it's hot out here." He finally stepped back enough for me to pass, and then raised one foot onto the edge of the boat as if still enjoying the view of the open ocean. After that, Dad stopped wearing khaki shorts and began opting for the same type of loose board shorts he'd worn that day on the boat. It soon became a favorite past-time of mine to sneak glances at the clear outline of his long thick cock as he sat and walked around the house and yard, all the while seemingly oblivious to the attention it garnered from me. I'd always been in sports because I enjoyed them and wanted to make Mom and Dad proud of me for more than just my grades, and also because I wanted to be just like Dad. Now, I drove myself harder in track, swimming, baseball, and tennis to build my body as much like Dad's as possible. I felt bad and embarassed, even guilty, for my attraction to him...sure that he would be disgusted and upset if he knew of it. However, an incident occurred the winter a year later that left me questioning that. Mom and Dad hosted a party for some of Mom's staff. One staff member, Joe, brought his boyfriend Adam. Late into the evening and after the liquor had been flowing freely, my jovial intoxicated dad began telling Joe over and over how lucky he was to have a boyfriend with such a cute face and body. Joe seemed uncomfortable while Adam seemed to beam under the attention, even leaning into Dad often as they talked. Mom seemed to take no notice at all. I did take notice, however, when Dad discreetly slid his hand over Adam's ass as they were saying good night. The whole incident left me quizzical, hope- ful, and intriqued. At the end of the next summer, the year I turned sixteen, there was a problem with Mom and Dad's trip to the island of Tonga. The CEO of Mom's company had a stroke and wasn't expected to live long. Her whole company was turned upside down and she wasn't going to be able to make the trip. This year, I would go with Dad. I was immediately thrilled and nervous as all hell at the same time. Somehow it felt as if I was going on a first date with the hottest girl in school. I swam, ran, and worked out like crazy after I got the news, wanting to look my best while out on the island with Dad. While packing the night before our flight out, Dad came into my room, looked into my suitcase, smiled, and pulled everything back out. "One change of clothes for the trip back is all y' need, Ace." He dropped a stack of a few folded squares of colorful material on my bed and added, "No bathing suit needed either. Just pack one set of clothes, your bath stuff, those sarrongs, and you're all set. See ya at 5:00 AM!" He walked out with my head in a spin at the implications and questions racing through my head. I decided it was too much to try to figure out and sim- ply did as he'd advised. Too excited to relax, I didn't fall asleep until near to time to wake up. Dad came busting in at 5:00 AM...full of rest and energy, grabbing my shoulder, and shaking me awake. I turned my head to see his long tanned fingers and the muscles under the skin moving rapidly as he woke me up. "Time t' get movin,' son." He said quietly, then pulled the sheets off me. "Dad!" "Come on, Ace, we gotta plane t' catch!" He grabbed the waist of my underwear and slid them off before I realized what he was doing. "Don't need these where we're goin.' " He then grabbed my duffle bag and rumaged through it pulling out a pair of loose cotton shorts just like the ones he had on and a short sleeve button-up shirt I'd packed. "Don't need this either." He added, tossing the shirt on the floor be- side my briefs. He went to my dresser and pulled out a wife-beater after ran- sacking a couple drawers. He flung the shorts and shirt at me, then went to my closet to pull out a pair of tennis shoes. Turning and coming back to the bed, he asked, "Gotta dress ya, too?" "NO! I'm gettin' up...." I groaned and began pulling on what he'd picked out. "Downstairs in five...it's a two hour drive to the airport!" He called out as he disappeared out the door. I knew he was serious, so I jumped out of bed...dressed...brushed my teeth...combed my hair...grabbed my duffle...and rushed downstairs. "Aw, my two men look like twins! So handsome, the both of you!" Mom exclaimed, making me look at Dad to find that he had dressed us both almost identically. "Let's go, let's go!" Dad, ordered playfully and kissed Mom quickly. "I wish you'd let me drive!" Mom offered for the umpteenth time. "Now, love, that'd be a four hour drive for you. The SUV'll be just fine in the lot. Now, we'll see you in a week!" With that we were off, and my heart was racing with excitement. The flights were great with Dad charming the pants off of all the flight crew of each one. He was definitely a favorite with his handsome face, great rugged physique, and tornado personality. Being a seasoned drinker, as well as a very friendly for it, Dad rarely lacked for a mixed drink throughout our travel time. It was remarked a number of times how much I took after him. He'd just laugh each time and respond that he and Mom hadn't given me much choice, never once giving the impression he was anything but my biological father. The flight onto the island was incredible. Coming in, the sight of the clear blue water and tropical beaches and mountains was amazing. A taxi that'd seen better days at least a decade earlier sped us careening down curving dirt roads to Mom and Dad's cottage. We walked in and it was everything I'd imagined from seeing the pictures of their past trips. Dropping our duffles on the queen-sized bed, Dad stretched from head to toe and then turned with a huge smile. "Strip! Let the island life begin!" He quickly shucked his clothes and reached into both our bags for the folded squares he'd called sarrongs the night before. As he did, I finally began slowly stripping off my own clothes. When he turned, he stood in front of me smiling in all his impressive glory. All the air went out of my chest at the sight of the firm tight muscle cording every inch of him. Clear cut abs many men twenty years younger would kill for moved up into the sharp angles of strong flaring pecs and grapefruit sized shoulders. Dense curling blond hair packed his chest and then swept downward in a thick furry line that ended in the heavy bush of his crotch. That huge cock and balls I'd seen a year ago from my place in the water, and then over the next year boun- cing under his thin shorts, hung from his crotch like some kind of grand award for staying in such great shape. I was too dumbstruck to get my shorts off and stood staring in awe. Yeah, I'd seen Dad in shorts with no shirt before. The sight of his lean strong furry and tanned body bared completely for the first time made all the blood in me rush to my head. I was even too stunned for my dick to swell at all. He was incredible...beautiful in a way that was all male and all natural. Even though I'd never done anything with a guy before and that this man was my Dad, I still wanted to run up and climb all over him. He was explaining and folding the sarrong material, though I didn't hear a word of the quick lesson. When he looked up, surprise crossed his face. "Gee, Ace!" He dropped the folded fabric and stepped toward me, dropping to one knee and jerking my shorts to my ankles. "This is the second time in one day I've had t' get you undressed!" He chuckled, stood, and reached for the sarrong. He'd folded it from opposite diagonal corners so that two triangles ran the length of it side by side. He moved back to stand in front of me and wrapped the sarrong around my waist, tying it at the side in a loose knot. "There ya go, you're a native now." He turned and did the same for himself. I'd seen the sarrongs wrapped from back to front under the arms of the women and then tied behind their necks as we'd driven through the village. The men wore either fishing pants or these sarrongs, but the sarrongs had been tied at the waist and fallen full length down the the men's calves. The way Dad folded them, they barely covered anything! "Now...you hungry?" "Yeah, actually." I tried to snap out of my awe of him and act normally. "Well, we should be fully stocked." He turned and kept talking as he inspected the cabinets and fridge. "Ben, big samoan in town, keeps the place up and stocks it when we're comin' in. HO! HO! Good ol' Ben, good job, buddy!" Dad pulled out a plate of some kind of marinated and barbequed looking chicken strips and a bottle of champagne. "Perfect! This is what your Mom and I always celebrate our first night here with. Let's head out to the porch." He breezed past me. The porch was small with a padded bench swing on each end and a small table beside each. Dad moved the tables in front and to one side of each swing, and then went back inside to return with two plates holding a gen- erous portion of chicken. He disappeared inside again and came back pop- ping the cork on the champagne and carrying two plastic wine glasses under his arm. He poured the champagne, set the bottle on the floor, and then sat down on the swing opposite mine to lift his glass up in a toast. "To a great father-son vacation." I took a sip as he downed his en- tire glass. He refilled his, set the bottle back on the floor, looked up at me and winked, and then ordered, "Dig in!" I sat down and reached for a strip of chicken only to stop in mid- reach at the sight of his thick cock and big hairy balls hanging over the edge of the swing in full view from under his sarrong. He looked up at me again, I could see pink tinging his eyes from the full day of drinking of the flights over. "Great isn't it?" I started to blush until I realized he wasn't talking about his cock and balls, but about the chicken. "Yeah, really good." I answered, though I was still reaching for my first bite. When I tasted it, it was really good...sweet, tender, and spicy. Dad got up and filled my glass to the rim, set the bottle back down as he sat down, and reached for his own. "Gotta make sure you get your share, son!" His sarrong rode up his thighs and around his waist, completely baring his impressive crotch. This time, he didn't miss my stare. "Drink up, Ace!" He was full of energy and smiles. "Don't worry about it, I can see all of you, too, son." He added with another wink. He grinned lopsidedly at me, an action I'd learned was a sure sign he was tanked though there were never any other indications of it. I jerked my head to look down and found he was right! I downed my glass faster than I'd intended to try to hide my embarassment. It didn't work. Dad just laughed it all off, though, and we finished both the chicken and the champagne in no time. "Let's get this stuff inside or we'll have four-legged visitors all week." We put everything on the small counter and then Dad whipped a- round in a flash and wrestled me onto the bed, leaving me curled against his side with my head at the bottom of his chest as he laid on his back. "Havin' a great time, Ace?" "Yeah, this place is better than I expected." Dad's sarrong had come partially undone and flipped over to the side. About a foot and a half from my face, I could seen the base of his cock through the thick bush of blond curls surrounding it before the length hung down over his balls. It thickened, rose, flexed and then dropped heavily on his thigh to where the head grazed the skin of my stomach. "It's a beauty isn't it, son..." He said quietly from above me. My breath caught in my chest and I froze, something he clearly noticed. "It's okay, Ace. I've noticed you noticing. It's normal for your age. You should find out about the things that make you curious. How else would anyone know what they like and what they don't?" Was he really saying what I thought he was? One hand began lightly rubbing my back. "Go ahead, I know you want to. And...son...I want you to." His cock flexed, thickened and rose again, this time swaying heavily before swinging up toward his bellybutton and my face. It hovered there above his crotch, pointing directly at me as it thickened and flexed yet again...his foreskin slipping back until it cowled just behind the wide head that swelled and blushed deep pink as it had on the boat that day. "Ace..." His hand moved from my back to behind my head and urged me downward. I went with his gentle guidance down till I could smell the musk of his meat and the head brushed my lips. I knew if I let myself think instead of just following Dad's direction, what I wanted so badly might not happen. "Ace...." His voice got even lower and quieter, his thighs moving slightly further apart. I opened my mouth. I had to. I needed to. All the way down into the pit of my stomach, the need to taste my father's cock gave me no choice. With no experience, I didn't know it would be hard to get my mouth over it while it was dry. I also didn't realize just how thick Dad's cock really was until I tried to get my lips over it. I closed my mouth over the head and began to lick at the full spongy flesh inside my mouth, trying to use my lips and spit to wet more of the shaft. "Oh god..." Dad groaned and lifted his hips, feeding more his huge cock into my mouth and sliding my lips down the heavy skin covering the steely shaft underneath. I wrapped my legs around the one of his against me and pulled myself tighter against him, hungering for as much of him as I could get. He eased his cock back out of my mouth, his hand holding my head in place for his exit. I saw I'd only taken a little less than four inches, Dad's cock had to be somewhere right at eleven inches in impressive total. He was right, it was a beauty!!! Long and thick, a single dark blue vein snaked up the top side of his fat shaft. His cock was ramrod straight and had to be about seven or eight inches in circumference. The meaty head of it was short, blunt, and looked as powerful as the rest of Dad's body. The whole thing looked as if it had been carefully carved from wood to be an example of a perfect man's cock. I was enthralled by it, in love with it, and aching for more of it. Dad forced it back inside until it hit the back of my throat. He groaned and twisted against me, pulling it out and stuffing it back in four times before something thick and salty poured into my mouth. "NO! NO! ACE....GET OFF IT!!!" Dad demanded and sat up, wrest- ling my mouth from his cock. I was devastated and terrified I'd done something wrong and ruined everything. "No! Not so fast, son, not so fast..." He rose from the bed and stood at the foot as he yanked the sarrong from his hips. Standing there, that big cock jutting out from his hips looked even more huge and intimidating than before. "God, son...you are beautiful. Look at yourself." He nodded up to- ward the ceiling. My mouth fell open when I saw a plate glass mirror the size of the bed carefully framed into the ceiling. I'd heard jokes about mirrors on the ceiling, but I never thought I'd actually see one. I'd been so taken in by everything else upon our arrival, I'd never looked up to notice it. I rolled onto my back and was treated to a view of myself I'd never had before. Smooth skin flowed over tight athletic muscle. The firm full shapes of that muscle curved outward at my thighs, chest, arms, and shoulders. Light blond hair, the same color as the short hair on my head lightly dusted over me everywhere except where it frothed meagerly around my dick and inside my armpits. My dick, erect and proud in its seven inch and moderate girth, curved up from my crotch and slightly to the left over tight average-sized balls. Next to Dad's deeply tanned body, mine seemed pale, fresh, and even innocent. "You look like a young racehorse." Dad's voice seemed filled with the same awe I held for him. "Jesus..." It was almost a whisper escaping from the slight part of his lips. He dove on top of my thighs and then slid his arms under my legs to lift them to my chest. What happened next blew me away. He drove his face into the cleft of my ass. Beard scraped tender flesh and set it on fire. His lips pressed to my hole and wet warmth spilled through me. Then, he shoved his tongue inside and slid deeply into me. "DAD!!!!" Stars filled my vision as his long, thick, wet tongue delved into my body. He twisted, swirled, receded, and drove back in. All the while, my head flopped from side to side in unexpected and mind blowing pleasure that threatened to make me explode from the inside. Then, he began groaning and humming into me. The effect, added to that of his incredibly wicked long thick tongue and bristly beard, left me yelling as cum began erupting from my young dick. Dad pulled away, just long enough to rasp out, "Oh yeah, Ace, give it all to me!" Then, he rammed that tongue back deep inside and began drag- ging his bearded chin demandingly back and forth across the exploding nerve endings surrounding my hole. It was if something snapped inside me and even more cum began spewing from my cock. Dad dropped my legs and slid up over me, trapping my dick in be- tween us as it continued spilling its cum. He kissed me, bathing my face in the musk of my ass that smelled just like that of his cock. I drank deeply of both that smell and the feel of that tongue that had just been inside my ass delving just as deep and demanding into my mouth. "Now, son, now." He rolled us both over until he was on his back. Pushing my shoulders, he slid me down through my own cum and getting it all over my face until his cock was back at my lips. I'd no sooner swooped down on as much as I could take, when Dad's huge cock began blasting cum into my mouth. Thick and rich, it hit the back of my throat with such force that a good deal of the first blast slid right down into my stomach. After that, I swallowed as fast as I could as he fed huge load after huge load into my hungry mouth. "Oh fuck, come here. Son, get up here!" His voice was pained, needy and demanding. Reluctantly, I left his spewing cock to climb back up him and be pulled into another deep mind-numbing kiss. He licked, sucked, and attacked my mouth as if tasting his own cum on me was something he needed desper- ately. Groaning and mumbling, his tongue reached into every corner of my mouth seeking to savor every flavor he found there. Suddenly, he shoved my face into his armpit. I could smell him, the deep rich scent of him and his sweat. Without thinking, I swept my own tongue out and bathed the thick damp hair inside. I nuzzled, licked, and sucked at his armpit until his sweat mixed heavily with his cum and he dragged me back into another deep head-spinning kiss. "Fuck...fuck...fuck..." He pulled away from me, climbed out from under and pressed me into the mattress from behind...scooping cum from my stomach in the process. Spitting into that same hand, he mixed my cum with his spit and slathered it into the cleft of my ass. Then, he pressed the head of his cock in- side. I wanted it. Oh god, how I wanted it. But, I was in no way prepared for what was coming. He pressed harder and the wide blunt head of his cock shoved the ring of my ass aside and plunged in. "AGGGGHHHH!!!!" I yelled and tried to curve into a ball to pull away from him. I couldn't help it, the pain shot through me like nothing I'd felt before. It started from my asshole and passed through me in repeated waves while it seemed as if my hole was going to rip open at any minute. I laid there gasping and holding back the tears as Dad immediately ceased all movement. "Ace..." His hands came down to my shoulders, but pulled right back as if unsure of what to do. They came down again and lightly rubbed back and forth. "Ace...I'm sorry, son. I got carried away. Do you want me t' stop?" I shook my head. I knew if I tried to speak, he would know I was about to cry from the dull pain still coursing through me. "Do you want me to keep goin'?" I shook my head again, not wanting to lose this opportunity with him but also terrified of him continuing. I didn't want to disappoint him, but I also desperately wanted this myself. I just laid there as he began massaging my shoulders and upper back, reaching up occasionally to run his fingers lovingly through my short hair. After a while, I began to relax and the feeling of being ripped open became replaced by that of merely being filled fully and stretched tight. "Ace......son...how're y' doin'?" Dad asked quietly, continuing his slow massage of my back, neck, and shoulders. "Okay." I whispered back tentatively. "You sure, son?" "Yeah, Dad, I'm okay." "I wish you could see yourself." He began talking to me in a way that felt gentle, relaxing, and distracting. "Your shoulders are so wide for your age and your waist is so small, it's really amazing to look at you. Laying there with your arms out to the side, your shoulders seem even wider." I could feel slowly begin pressing his fat cock forward. I concentrated on his deep relaxing monotone voice and willed my ass to relax. "I've watched you for a while now...how your body is changing as you become a man...the way your shirts cling to your arms, chest, and shoulders... how your tight round ass sits up under your jeans and shorts...the firm muscles of your arms and legs." He began to ease slowly inside me. "You've made such a point of trying to keep me from seeing you look at me, that I've had a lot of opportunity t' study you. You're a very handsome and sexy young man, son, and it's been hard tryin' t' know what t' do about that." Something gave way, accepted, and stopped resisting...and sudden- ly the rest of Dad's huge cock sank all the way into my ass. His full weight eased down onto mine, his longer body covering me from head to toe. I swam in all the feelings of him...his thick lengthy meat shoved up into my insides and stret- ching my hole unforgivngly, his long hairy legs sliding over mine, his wiry chest hair prickling the skin of my back, and his bearded chin running back and forth across my cheek. "You got it all, son. You got it all, and goddamn you feel good. Sooo tight...so, warm and goddamned tight!" He hissed the last of the sentence and began slowly withdrawing that big dick from my insides. "NO! NO!" I begged silently within my head. It felt as if my whole body was wrapped intently around Dad's ultra-thick eleven inch meat. I pushed my ass back toward him, every half inch he withdrew leaving me feeling more empty inside than the last. "No, son, let me do this." He gently admonished. I relaxed back down and pulled my chin down to my chest, pressing my forehead into the pillow underneath me as I felt as if he were pulling my in- sides out along with his huge cock. The sensation left me gasping for breath, my chest heaving and my own dick painfully hard as it pressed into the mattress. I could barely believe or handle the intense pleasure radiating from my ass throughout the rest of my body, just as intense pain had done only five minutes before. "Ahhhhhhh...ahhhhhhh....ahhhhhhh....god....." I twisted my hips left and right. I wanted more of what Dad was doing to me. Even though I already felt like I was going out of my mind, I still wanted more. I felt the difference when my hole had to stretch wide to accomodate the broad blunt head of his big dick pulling free. "Dad....Dad...." I mumbled...unsure whether I was thanking, pleading, or both. "Aw, son..." I could hear the smile on his face as he paused, and I knew he was looking down affectionately at me. There was nothing single- minded about him in all this. It was a complex mix of desire, heat, love, strength, and gentleness. He pressed inward again. Forcing my asshole open for the thick head of his cock. Once through, my asshole snapped back behind it as I groaned deeply and gripped his shaft with every muscle in my ass. He slid a strong hand around my neck to cup it and my chin as he pulled my head back and began sinking inch after monstrous inch of his huge cock back into me in one long slow determined stroke. "Oh god, Dad, oh god. Ohhhhhh godddd...!!" I tried to climb up the mattress. It wasn't that I was trying to get away this time, I just wanted every- thing all at once. I wanted to stand and push my ass back for him, lay on my back and face him, sit on his lap and work that fat cock up inside me on my own, get on all fours and look up over my shoulder to watch him fuck that long thick cock up into me......I wanted it all right then and there! His grip on my neck tightened and held me in place as he lowered his body back down onto mine before stuffing the last four or so wide inches up into my guts. Dad pulled my face over my shoulder and took posession of my mouth with his own for that final onslaught and left me whimpering into his mouth as he bottomed out inside me. He began grinding forward and back, the motion from his hips making his incredible cock shift up and then down inside my body. One second, it was pressing up into me. The next, it was pressing down against the outer wall of my stomach. On the downward movement, his fat cock pressed against and then slid past something inside me that sent shockwaves racing though me. "Dad! Oh fuck! Daaaad????" Something was happening inside me. My stomach was clenching, my balls jerked up against the base of my dick, pre- cum began belching from the head of my dick, and a deep tingle began shooting through my body. "Oh yeah, Ace, that's it. Ride it out, son." Dad half advised, half com- manded. I had no choice. What was happening inside me was something I had no control over. Dad stopped moving back and forth, and pressed his cock down toward the wall of my stomach and began grinding from side to side. The effect was instantaneous. Whatever he'd been sliding over inside me, was now being prodded and mashed with every movement of his hips! The man sure knew exactly what he was doing!! "AWWWWWWWWWWWWW FUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!" I cried and began bucking, the cum pouring from the end of my dick even before I realized it was happening. Dad took that moment to flip my writhing body onto my back and hook his arms under my knees, latching his hands around to the inside of my thighs. "Look up, Ace! For fuck's sake, look up!" I forced my eyes open and nearly passed out from the sight in the mirror above us. Laying on my back was my taut young body, hard teenage dick spit- ting cum all over my face and chest...Dad's older, more muscled and rugged, body tight and straining as his huge cock pistoned faster and faster into my ass. Sweat covered his body, his smell and that of both our loads filled the air in the room. His abs tightened and clenched on every stroke, the thick bands of muscle in his arms and shoulders stood out in high strained relief at the same time as his pecs flexed hard and tight across his chest. His mouth dropped open and a look of almost painful pleasure took over his handsome weathered face. "Oh fuck, Aaaaaace...! I'm gonna... FUCK ! FUCK! HERE IT........ FUCCCCCCCKKKK...!!!" He slammed into me, jarring my spine with each powerful demanding thrust. I felt his cock flexing, dumping his load inside me, and the heat of his cum splashing into my insides. He pulled all the way out and yelled as he shot two blasts across my stomach and chest before ramming it back inside me. The sight of triggered an all new load to erupt from my own dick as he plowed his cum deep into my ass. Seeing Dad yank his cock from my asshole and watching that huge slab of meat spew his thick load all over before slamming back inside is still the hottest thing I've ever seen. I didn't even realize I was yelling with Dad through us both shooting our loads until one shot landed right into my mouth. Dad saw it and growled before diving onto me. Keeping his cock buried deep inside my ass as he continued filling me full of his thick cum, he bent double and licked up my chest before clamping his mouth over mine. His cum mixed with my own on his tongue as he bathed the inside of my mouth with it. The taste drove me crazy. Everything drove me crazy and this was the icing on the cake. I laid there with Dad's huge thick cock shoved up my ass and spewing its load inside as his fat tongue fed me our mutual loads. Life had just become a whole new world for me!!! (To be continued.) 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