Date: Fri, 20 Dec 2013 00:37:19 -0500
From: mbmike21@gmail.com
Subject: Dad and the Den part 2

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Dad and the Den-Part 2
copyright mbmike21@gmail.com


This is mostly a work of fiction and if it resembles anyone or events it is
purely coincidental. This story contains consensual acts of a sexual
nature involving a father and his teenage son.  If this is illegal in your
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His dad turned and left the room leaving Danny alone and hard.  After about
30 seconds he let go of his shirt.  It rose up, letting his hard cock
spring out.  It had grown a lot since the last time he was spanked.  It was
now over six inches long and thick.  He gave it a couple strokes and then
he just tried to catch as much cum in his hand as it began to shoot out.  He
knew that the first few spurts had overshot his hand some distance but he
managed to catch enough.  He wiped his hand on the inside of his underwear
since there was nowhere else and then went upstairs to the bathroom where
he stripped out of his clothes and cleaned himself off, throwing his
clothes into the hamper.  His bedroom was right next to the bathroom and it
was dark so he figured he would be able to walk naked the few feet to his
bedroom without anyone seeing but as he came out he ran right into his dad
as he was heading in the other direction.  His dad grunted a curt apology
but then trailed off as he looked down at Danny and realized his naked
state.   Father and son awkwardly stared at each other for a minute before
Danny decided to just go to his bedroom.  As he was closing his bedroom
door he looked back at his dad and realized that he was still looking at
him, more specifically at his crotch.  Danny looked down...  Oh fuck, he was
still hard.

Over the next month things went back to the usual routine with one
difference.  Danny noticed that his dad seemed to be looking at him more.  They
would be eating dinner or watching TV together and he would look up and
catch him looking at him with a thoughtful expression.  Danny was thankful
that his olive skin hid any blushes because sometimes he couldn't stop them.
He kept wondering if perhaps his dad knew how much he had liked what had
happened in the den, or that almost every time he jacked off now it was to
that memory.

One Saturday, while his mom was out, his dad asked him to clean his room.  He
had wanted to go with a couple of buddies but his dad told him he couldn't
go until after it was done.  So, Danny did a quick job, picking up his
dirty clothes and throwing them into the laundry basket.  He picked up a
few other things, throwing them into his closet and under his bed before
leaving to go to his buddy's house.

Around 8 he got back to the house.  Mom was still gone but much to his
surprise he found his dad waiting for him in his bedroom.

"Dad?  What are you doing in here?"

"I came up to see if you had cleaned your room.  I told you to clean it.  Not
throw everything in your closet."

He must not have looked under the bed, Danny thought.  "It's fine.  This is
how I usually clean it."

"It's not fine.  I told you to clean it and since you didn't clean it
properly you have to be punished."

Danny felt his mouth go dry, both wanting and dreading...  "Are you going to
spank me again?"

                His dad nodded.  "If you didn't want me to, then you should
have done what I told you to."

                Danny looked at his dad suspiciously.  It was an odd
phrasing and he didn't sound or look as mad as he usually did when he was
punishing him. "Okaaaay?"  Danny started towards his bedroom door.

                "Where are you going?"  He heard his dad say.

                Danny turned around to look at his dad.  "I'm going to the
den."

                His dad had an unreadable look on his face.  "No, not this
time.  We are going to do it here."

                Danny was confused.  "Why here?"

                "Why not here?  You are getting punished for not cleaning
your room.  It might as well be in your room.  Now shut up and do what you
are supposed to do.  Drop your pants and hold on to that dresser."

                "Why the-"

                "Just do it now!"  His dads face was darkening, and Danny
obeyed.  He walked over to his dresser and then like before, pulled down
both his pants and boxer briefs, before leaning forward and placing his
hands on the dresser in front of him.  Above the dresser was a mirror. And
he was able to watch as his dad walked up behind him.  He saw the hand come
back and then an instant later felt it as it connected with his ass.
Immediately
he felt his body tense up and his cock, which had gotten semi-hard in
anticipation, was now almost completely erect.  He closed his eyes as the
hand came down a second time, trying to keep himself from making any noise.
When he opened them again they met and locked his dad's eyes in the mirror.
On the third slap he noticed something different.  His dad's hands were
still meeting his glutes with the same amount of force, but instead of
immediately pulling it back his dad's hand was lingering.  Each time it
lingered longer and longer, and after the tenth one, right around the time
he would usually stop Danny couldn't help but let a gasp escape him, as his
dad's thumb began to slide along his ass crack as he lifted it for the next
slap.  By the time they were at 15 Danny knew his dad was dragging it out.  He
could see his never changing expression in the mirror.  Finally his dad
stopped after a few more.  Danny looked at his face in the mirror and saw
that it still hadn't changed.

                "Finnish cleaning up your room."  Was all he said before he
walked out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him.  Danny let out the
breath he was holding.  His body was so taught that he was almost shaking.  He
reached down for his cock and after a few shorts pumps he came all over the
dresser in front of him.  He couldn't believe what had just happened.  He
was completely mortified that his dad had seen his reaction.  His knew that
it had pretty much said I am a huge fag who wants a fuck from his daddy.  For
the next couple weeks he made it a point of avoiding his dad.  When he
didn't mention or bring up the incident, acting as if it had never
happened, Danny began to relax.  Taking his cue from his dad, he pretended
like it had never happened.

                The next Friday they were alone in the house together.  His
mother was out with her bowling league and Danny's plans with his friends
had fallen through so he was at home.  His dad was watching wrestling in
his chair again and Danny sat down on the sofa.  He watched as the men on
the screen grappled with each other in the short speedos that they all
seemed to wear, and he made sure to reposition himself, to hide the hard-on
that he was getting in his pants.  He looked over to see if his dad had
noticed anything and realized his dad had been watching him again.  When
Danny had looked over his dad had gone back to watching the TV, but Danny
knew he hadn't been mistaken.  He was watching him.  This happened multiple
times, and each time he looked over his dad would start watching the TV
again.  Danny began to feel uncomfortable again and thought about leaving
but the next time he looked over at his dad he realized that he had been
missing something.  His dad had been looking at him but while he was doing
that he had also been stroking his cock which was pushed out the side of
his black briefs.  Danny just hadn't noticed because he had been looking at
his dad's face.  He couldn't help but stare at its thickness.  It wasn't
exceptionally long.  Maybe a little over seven inches but it was very thick.
He saw a drop of pre-cum escape the large purple head and Danny wondered
what it would be like to taste it.  He looked up at his dad's face and knew
that his dad wanted him to see it.  He smiled and then readjusted
himself.  Putting
one leg over the arm of the chair so that his legs were spread open and
Danny could look his fill.

                Without thinking, Danny had begun to start rubbing his own
cock.  Danny noticed that his dad's eyes kept flicking down between his
crotch and face.  Finally after a couple meaningful looks Danny got the
message and stood up so he could slide his pants down.  He sat back down on
the sofa, and spread his legs.  For a long time they sat there looking at
each other as they stroked their cocks.  Danny brought himself to the brink
multiple times but didn't cum, thinking that this might be the only time
this happened.  At some point they had both removed their shirts.  Finally
the clock in the kitchen chimed ten.  Knowing that his mom would be home
soon he spit into his hand and then began to pick up the speed.  His dad
did the same.  Danny watched as his dad's hand went up and down on his
shaft and thought about how much pleasure that hand had given him and
wondered how much that cock could.  When he was close he let out a moan and
his dad did the same almost right after.  Finally, Danny felt the pressure
build up in his groin and he felt his own cum hit him in the face as he
came.  He could hear his dad's deep moans over his own adolescent whimpers.
When they were done they looked at each other, both short of breath with a
fine sheen of sweat on their tanned bodies.  His dad smiled at him and put
one finger to his lips in the sign of a secret.  He then pulled off his
underwear, grabbed his shirt and walked past Danny, ass naked.  Danny
turned himself to watch his dad's hairy butt as he walked down the hallway.
A few minutes later he heard the pipes kick in, and knew his dad was
probably in the shower.  He sat there for a minute before gathering up his
own clothes and heading upstairs to the other shower.    As he stood there
rinsing his own cum off of his body me marveled at what had just happened.  He
and his Dad had just fucking jacked off together!  Not only that but they
had jacked off just to the sight of each other's' naked bodies.   As he got
into bed that night, all he could think about was his dad's cock and how
much he wanted to put his lips around it and taste that drop of pre-cum
that he had seen come out of it.

                Saturday he had football practice and plans with friends,
things that he normally loved, which now seemed to go on forever.  All he
wanted to do was be alone with his dad again.  All he could think about was
what had happened and what he wanted to happen next. By the time he got
home it was past 11 and both his parents were home in bed.  As he got
undressed and fell asleep he thought to about what might happen tomorrow.

                He slept in later than he normally would.  When he got up
his mother had already gone to church.  Danny knew she had something
planned with her group after, so she wouldn't be home for hours.  He went
to find his dad.  He looked all around and even called for him a couple
times.  Getting no answer he looked out the window at the driveway and saw
that his car was gone.  Slightly disappointed, he went back up to his room
and laid on his bed.  He pulled out a few old comic books that he hadn't
read in a few years.  After about an hour he heard his dad's old
trailblazer pull into the driveway.  He got up and went out to the landing
to wait for his dad.  He saw him come in through the front door and look up
at Danny but he just kept on walking, putting his coat on the hall tree and
going into the living room.  He heard the television a minute later.  Danny
went back to his room and sat down on his bed.  His dad hadn't said
anything.  He wasn't sure what he was expecting, that his dad would call
him down so they do a repeat of Friday night.  It certainly wasn't that
look of indifference his dad had just given him.   As he sat there Danny
came to a resolve, he was going to do what he had wanted to do for so long.
He took off this socks, shirt, pants, and then finally his underwear.  Then
he went downstairs, stopping briefly in the hallway to gather his courage
and make sure he wanted to go through with this.  He made sure to walk
through the living room, making eye contact with his dad.  He went into the
kitchen and went to the fridge.  He pulled out one of his dad's beers and
then turned around.  His dad was leaning against the doorway, watching him.


                "What are you going to do with that?" He asked.

                "Drink it."  Danny popped the top.

                "You know I will have to punish you if you do."

                Danny looked his dad in the eye.  "I know."  And then he
put the beer to his lips and took a couple swallows before setting it down
on the counter.  His dad was looking at him with a slightly avaricious
expression.

                "Get your ass to the den."

                Danny turned and started walking.  When he got there his
dad wasn't immediately behind him like usual.  After a minute Danny started
to get nervous wondering if he had made a mistake but then his dad entered,
only in his gray boxer briefs and Danny started to get hard.

                "Brace yourself against the desk."

                Danny turned and obediently obeyed, waiting, his body
almost shaking with anticipation.  He felt the heat from his dad's body as
he came up behind him.  He felt his dad's hand slide across his ass and
then it was gone, only to return an instant later.  Danny felt the thwack
of his hand and immediately his body tensed from the immediate sting.  This
time though his dad kept his hand on Danny's ass, with his thumb pressed
between his cheeks close to his hole, so that when Danny clenched his
cheeks he could feel it...ever so close.  Once Danny released his glutes,
this was repeated.  Twenty times he clenched and released his ass,
sometimes pushing back against his father's hand, and letting out small
moans of pleasure which he had never done before.  Finally his dad told him
to face him.  Danny stood up and turned around, almost every inch of his
body had become hypersensitized.

                "Where is my kiss?  You forgot it last time." Danny said.

                His dad's voice was hoarse, but there wasn't any hesitation
as he said,  "I did.  If you want it, come and get it."

                Danny took a step forward so the fronts of their bodies
were against each other.  His cock was against his dad's thigh and he could
feel his dad's, leaking pre-cum through the material against his
stomach.  Danny
leaned in and pressed his lips to his dads.  Immediately, almost as if his
dad had been holding back his control, things became forceful on both sides.
His dad was almost devouring him with the kiss, his tongue probing through
the lips to reach his son's.  Danny was tearing at the now offensive boxer
briefs, feeling a sense of satisfaction as the material tore, releasing his
dad's cock.  Their arms were around each other, both squeezing and pulling
the other one closer.  His dad's hands moved down his back to cup him under
his now sore buttocks, slightly lifting him up and off his feet to press
their hips closer together, crushing their two cocks between their
bodies.  Danny
immediately opened his mouth wider in a gasp as pleasure and pain once
again mixed.  His dad took advantage, delving his tongue in even further.

                Danny pushed his hands against his dad's chest.  At first,
it was like trying to move a brick wall but after putting a bit more muscle
into it his dad let him put his feet down and once that happened, another
push completely separated them.  His dad looked livid but as soon as Danny
dropped to his Knees in front of him and wrapped his arms around his hips
to pull him closer, that looked changed back to an indolent, lustful
one.  Danny
tried to take all of his dad's cock into his mouth but he had never sucked
on anyone's cock, let alone one so large.  It was slow going at first and
he gagged a few times but from his dad's face above him, he guessed he was
doing it right.  Once it was all in his dad grabbed a fistful of his hair,
using it to hold his son's head steady as he began to face fuck him.  Danny
gagged multiple times, and each time his dad slowed but did not completely
stop or remove his cock.  Finally his dad released his hair and took a step
back, only to come down upon Danny on the floor.  Again their tongues did
battle while there pelvises crushed up against each other.  Finally his dad
broke the kiss and flipped Danny over.  He settled himself over Danny, and
then began to slide his cock, now slickened with his own son's saliva into
that same son's ass.  Danny Began to wriggle in pain, his sensitive cock
rubbing into the shag carpeting on the floor.  Danny thought his dad would
go slow but once the head was in he slammed the rest of his cock in after
it.  Danny's whole body tightened and he choked back a scream as a pain
like he had never felt before ripped through him.  His dad was now slamming
his cock into Danny's ass, over and over again.  His hands held his son's
hips in a bruising grip, pulling on them to bring Danny closer so his cock
could go deeper.  Eventually the pain turned into an intense pleasure as
his body adjusted to his dad's cock, allowing it to go deeper.  Danny let
out a small whimper, and his dad began to moan deep in his throat as his
paced increased.  Danny's cock had been rubbing into the carpet and he
could not hold back any longer as feeling in front joined with the
pleasurable pain that he was now receiving from his father's thorough
fucking of his ass.  He let out a moan just as his father was reaching his
crest, cumming onto the carpet beneath him.  The tightening of his
son's body  from the orgasm sent his father over the edge.  He began
moaning into Danny's ear and then Danny felt his father's body spasm as his
warm cum began to fill his son's ass. Finally his father collapsed, rolling
to the side with Danny still clutched in his arms and his cock still in his
ass.   Danny pressed his head against his father's chest hair... his father
had just taken his virginity, and it was fucking awesome.

He thought about the first time his father had been on top of him in this
room and how things had both changed and yet were exactly the same



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