Date: Tue, 12 Feb 2013 13:53:46 +0100
From: Michael West <michaeljwest@gmx.com>
Subject: Cum Midnight

All of the usual disclaimers apply to this story. This is a work of
fiction, it portrays (eventually) consensual sexual acts between a man and
his teenage son. If this is not to your taste or illegal for you to read,
please stop here. Feel free to send me an email with your comments!
michaeljwest@gmx.com

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CUM MIDNIGHT

Midnight. A hot, sticky summer's night and I was lying in bed, wearing only
my boxer shorts and the sheet thrown off. The sound of dad's snores from
the neighbouring room slowly lulling me to sleep. Shifting on to my front,
I slowly drifted off.

A couple of hours later and I can't breathe. I jerk awake quickly and
realise my mouth is being covered by a great hand, the hairs on the back of
the palm tickling my nose. The back of my boxers are being pulled down. I
begin to panic and struggle. Without warning, two thick fingers are forced
inside my fifteen year old arsehole, making me scream in terror. I writhe
and struggle to get away from the burning intrusion.

"Shhh, daddy's here," a thick voice whispers by my ear, the hairs of his
mustache raspiing roughly against my earlobe. Wide-eyed with fear, I crane
my head around, breaking free of the heavy paw covering my mouth. I see my
father kneeling on my bed, shirtless, the light from the streetlamp outside
my bedrrom window falling across his hairy barrel-like chest. A look of
lust on his face and a glint of evil in his eyes. His thick eight inch dick
jutting hard and proud from the fly of his white briefs. His foreskin has
pulled back, and I can see the wetness at the tip of his glans.

Dad's hand covers my mouth again and he continues to work his fingers in
and out of my arse. He keeps shh-ing me absently as I struggle with all my
skinny fifteen year old might to get away from his probing fingers. He
pulls his fingers out of my arse and spits into his hand once, twice. He
slathers his spit up and down his cock, making it glisten stickily. Dad
shifts position to between my legs, nudging my hairless thighs further
apart to accommodate his larger frame. I'm still struggling, still yelling
for him to stop, my desperate pleas muffled into nothingness by the hand
over my mouth. With his free hand, dad swats my buttock hard, leaving it
red and stinging.

"Hold still, you little shit," he growls. I hold still and he pushes his
wet bell-end between my buttocks, pressing against my tender, abused
arsehole. The pressure of his glans against my teenage ring increases as he
tries to force the thick blunt tip of his cock inside. I can't help it; I
start struggling gain, anything to get away from the massive invader at my
back entrance. My shouts become screams, getting ever more high-pitched as
he thrusts forward, forcing the tip inside me. My ringpiece is on fire as
the flared head of his cock pops inside me. My struggles become ever more
desperate, my limbs thrashing around across the bed. Without warning, dad
clips me around the back of the head.

"I told you to hold still," he growls into my ear. Slowly but steadily, he
forces all eight inches inside me until he bottoms out. I can feel the fat
bulge of his bollocks inside their cotton prison resting on my buttocks. I
feel the wiry hair of his chest and belly against my back, the heat of his
breath against my ear.

"You've got a tight little arse, son," he whispers throatily as the tears
stream down my face. He rests on my back for a few moments, his weight
crushing the breath from me, the fullness of his length lodged deep inside
my arse. He slowly begins to pull out, the release as his thick tool slowly
leaves my arsehole is incredible. With just the tip of his cock inside me,
he thrusts back again violently, embedding himself deep within me. He
starts to thrust in and out of my backside, long-dicking me, almost pulling
out on each stroke before shoving himself all the way back in, mashing his
balls against my buttocks. Each thrust knocks the breath out of me, each
thrust drives his dick over that special spot inside me, that special spot
I can't help but probe with my own fingers when I'm wanking in the shower.
Beneath me, my five inches of teenage meat begins to get hard, tangled
uncomfortably in my boxer shorts, pressing against my hairless belly.

My sobs slowly turn to moans of pleasure, matching dad's own animalistic
grunts. The sound of our fucking drowns out the squeking of the bed. Dad
takes his hand from my mouth and raises himself up on his hands and begins
to pound into me quickly, as if he were doing press-ups straight into my
arse. My mouth is slack, drool seeping from one corner. As each thrust
drives the head of my prick against the mattress, it rubs against the rough
cotton of my boxer shorts, milking more and more precome from me. Soon, the
fabric of my underwear is damp, slicking the passage of my hard prick.

Dad is grunting and panting above me, sweat dripping from his chest onto my
back. His relentless assault of my arsehole, his constant pounding against
my prostate is all getting too much for me. I let out a high-pitched whine.
Without my hand going near it, my prick starts to shoot, flooding my boxers
and the matress underneath with teenage spunk.

"Good lad, come for daddy," my father pants out between thrusts. He picks
up the pace and begins really driving into me, his fat cock never leaving
my arse, moving only a few inches. He collapses onto my back and holds me
tightly against his damp, furry chest. His mouth is buried in the nape of
my neck, his mustach rough against the exposed skiin as he brings himself
closer to orgasm. I can feel his dick get harder inside me and begin to
throb. With one final push, he buries himself deep inside me as his cock
starts to jerk, spilling his burning hot jizz deep up my arse.

Out of breath, he stays balls-deep inside me as his prick begins to
deflate. A few minutes go past and a I fidget uncomfortably; dad's weight
on top of my skinny teenage frame makes it had to breath. With one last
sigh he rolls off me, his soft cock falling from my arsehole and leaving it
feeling empty.

"You're a good boy," he says softly, patting my rump affectionately. I roll
over and watch him as he gets up. He pulls off his breifs and wipes his
cock with them, cleaning off the spunk and my arse-juice. Absently, he
drops the soiled briefs on the floor and pads out of my bedroom. I hear the
bathroom light come on, and then his piss hitting the toilet.

After a moment's hesitation, I reach over the side of the bed and pick up
dad's briefs. Holding them to my nose, I can smell the funk of his crotch,
sweat and piss and jizz, mixed with the musk of my own arse. I lie back,
draping the crotch over my face and reach into my boxers for my prick.
Still slick with my own spunk, I begin to fondle myself back into hardness,
inhaling deeply, taking my father's stink into my nose with each breath. My
other hand finds its way to my arsehole. Still wet with my father's cum and
still loose from his thick cock, three fingers slip inside easily.
Fingering my hole and huffing daddy's y-fronts, it does take me long to
squeeze out another load. In fact, I'm done before he's finished in the
bathroom.

Wearing a clean pair of briefs, he pokes his head round my bedroom door.

"Get some sleep son, you've got school in the morning."