Date: Thu, 24 Apr 2008 08:16:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: Charles Rascal <charles.rascal@yahoo.com>
Subject: Daddy Gives Jason A Hot, Hot Birthday

As Brian slid his big cock into his young son's butt hole, he smiled and
sighed. It felt so good! What a wonderful, familiar feeling it was to enter
Jason's ass with his cock. His arms were wrapped gently around his son to
hold him close as he lovingly penetrated him, his hard, rigid, thick cock
slowly entering, retreating, entering again the ass hole of his young (and
willing!) boy, going in further each time he pushed it into his boy's
opening.

To actually be inside his son's body, to enter him, to fuck him, to make
them one was such a feeling of love and contentment, so sensuous and so
enjoyable for both of them. Jason had quickly learned to love so much this
feeling of them being together, lying naked together, masturbating his
father so that the cum shot on Jason's chest and on to his own cock, but
this was new and wonderful and wild and different and more pleasure than he
could bear. His eyes were filled with tears, happy tears, because, at long
last, after begging and begging his father for months, he had his father
deep inside him, as far as his father's beautiful penis could go, pushed
in, pulled almost all the way out, and inserted again, sliding into him,
touching the super-sensitive skin, reaching to the end, touching the spot
that made Jason gasp each time the big head of his dad's cock reached all
the way. He could not believe it actually felt better than he had dreamed.
And he had dreamed and dreamed of this moment when his father would fuck
him in his young, smooth ass.

Jason's practicing with the dildos, moving up in size, one after the other,
helping his best friend from school, each of them fucking each other with
the set of dildos, had opened him, gently and enough for his father's
monster cock to make it inside him with little pain and, oh my god, so so
much pleasure. Brian had encouraged him to do that, leaving the boys alone,
but sometimes standing by the closed door, listening to their moans of
pleasure and masturbating into a pair of his son's little briefs he'd taken
from the dirty-clothes hamper. Then, still listening to the moaning and
whispering and gasping, he'd eat his own cum from his son's dirty underwear
and suck on the inside of the pouch, smelling and tasting what was now a
man smell from his boy.

Jason loved being his father's lover, making his father so happy, now that
they had moved beyond sucking and kissing and masturbating to what Jason
called, with a slight giggle, "real sex." Hearing his father breathe hard,
his chest heaving, his heart beating faster, the sweat of both of their
bodies - one 32 years old, one eleven - made it even more intimate, as they
both moved in rhythm, making love, the answer to a desire he seemed to have
had as long as Jason could remember.

Brian sighed again and kissed the back of his boy's head, slowly licking on
the back of his neck, licking in rhythm with his sliding his cock in and
out of his boy's ass. He reached down and lightly touched his son's
genitals and he heard a soft giggle from his boy (and hard, moist proof of
his being aroused by the fucking as well as the fondling) who was quietly
feeling his dad's large cock push further and further into him. Brian began
to slowly masturbate his son, as they lay on their sides, Jason's hard
11-year-old cock pointing towards the nearby wall where Brian knew his
boy's cum would soon splash against and slide down the painted wall, yet
once again. He was always having to wash down that wall!

"I love you, Daddy," Jason sort of half-whispered and Brian sighed yet once
again and said, "Oh, baby, I love you so much, too."

Then he pushed it all the way in, the lubed cock sliding into the lubed-up
ass, and heard his son gasp and moan and tenderly say, "Oh, Daddy, it's so
good." He said, barely above a whisper, "You're inside me, Daddy. You're
inside me! Ooh, Daddy, I love this fucking! I love it! Just keep on fucking
me, daddy, forever!"

Thank god his ex-wife had to go on a business trip and leave Jason with him
for two, uninterrupted weeks, even though his birthday fell during that
time. This was the third day after his birthday, the day he began this new,
wonderful ritual, and Brian was now fucking him for the sixth time. He
could hardly believe it himself, but every time he began kissing and
holding his son, both of them naked in his big bed, his cock rose up, hard
and thick, and his son went down on him, knowing not to work at it too hard
if he was going to get his father's jizz inside his ass instead of his
mouth.

Brian had taken Jason out of school for two days before their spring break
because he couldn't stand not having as much sex as possible with his young
boy. The fact that Jason, at eleven, seemed and looked so much younger was
a definite turn-on for Brian. He could fantasize that he was fucking a boy
half Jason's age, yet have a boy whose body was developed enough that he
could work his thick cock inside his ass, touching all of the tender places
that made Jason moan (and whose cock would get nice and hard with a pretty
little bush of hair around its thick base). This was so much better for
him, to spend a loving time with his daddy, and, besides, Jason had already
begged to stay home so he could feel his daddy's big cock up inside him.
And, in between fuckings, Jason sucked his daddy's cock and licked and
slurped up the pre-cum he loved so much. He was just a cum whore, his daddy
would say to him with a big grin on his face, and Jason would laugh and say
 to him, "Yeah? So what? What's your point?" and grab his dad in a big hug.

Brian had promised to give Jason a special, special gift for his eleventh
birthday. Even though Jason had been sucking his dad for a few months and
getting fingered in the ass, he begged and begged to get fucked. He could
not look at any porn with his dad (or his boyfriend from school, the Dildo
King, as Jason called him, who would come over and spend the night) without
getting both turned on and frustrated as he wanted a cock up his ass, and
not just any cock, but his own father's nice big one he had come to love
so, so much.

No more would Jason have to content himself with watching videos of other
guys fucking, no more would he have to be satisfied with watching his dad
masturbate, his big thick cock long and hard, the cum shooting into the
air, into his briefs (which Jason would take out of the dirty clothes later
and smell and suck on the still-damp, still-creamy cum spots -- like
father, like son!).

On Jason's birthday, after they'd eaten most of Jason's favorite pizza,
Brian had brought out the cake, candles lighted, and sat it in front of
Jason.

After the birthday boy blew out his candles, he watched with great joy (and
a nice big hard-on, taking after his father) while Brian slipped off his
sandals, unzipped his shorts, took them off, pulled down his boxer briefs,
let them drop to the floor, opened his hairy legs slightly to further
expose himself, and stood at the table, clad only in his wife-beater. His
cock, glistening with sweat, was rigid and stood straight out, pointed at
his son. He swiped it along the icing of the cake and moved in close to his
son. "Lick it, Jason. Lick off the icing. You like icing, don't you."

Jason said, "Yes, Daddy," and giggled. He leaned forward. Brian guided his
hands to hold his cock, not that he needed to, and sighed when the boy
slowly licked and swallowed the yellow and white icing. He kept eating it,
licking it off his dad's rock-hard cock, while his dad exhaled short
breaths and began to moan. Brian pushed Jason's face into his damp groin,
knowing that Jason liked his taste and smell so much, and Jason obliged him
by licking him all over, like a hungry kitten, his eager tongue moving all
over the hairy, sweaty groin, licking up the sweat and swallowing it.

Brian was already separated from his wife. She had found some e-mails he'd
printed off the computer from some of his wrestling team members at the
high school where he taught. ("Daddy, I want you to fuck my black ass again
and I want to suck you so bad. I love you. You taste good down there! Your
cock is even bigger than my daddys" was one.) She had wanted out of the
marriage anyway and used the letters as a threat if he didn't let her get a
divorce and leave. ("They're only tenth graders, for chrissakes!" she'd
said, and he was careful not to show his amusement, as those were the
oldest boys he'd ever had sex with, not the youngest!) She left, all right,
with the Lexus and a shitload of cash.

Of course, Brian was glad to be rid of her and was relieved she wasn't
going to tell the principal about the boys -- what she had first
threatened. Of course, she had no idea that he shared the boys with that
very man, but, still, it wouldn't do to have her talking. He had been eager
to become a wrestling coach, as he knew it was the gayest sport around.
("They're all fags," the principal had said when they were lying in his
bed, after they'd blown each other's big cocks. "Every fucking one of
them. They love to wear those tiny, tight uniforms and spend time between
each other's legs, smelling the sweat, pretending it's for the sport of
it. Fuck! I can't tell you how many times I've caught one of the boys
ass-fucking another one in the locker room when they think they're alone!")
Sure enough, he could hardly manage to save up enough loads to satisfy the
half-dozen boys who eagerly went down on him after practice, before
practice, at his home, in the car, at their homes, et cetera, et cetera.
So, she had left, moved across the city into a condo and shared custody of
Jason. But, with her travel schedule for work and her pretty obvious
disinterest in her only child, Jason spent the majority of the time with
his father, rolling around in the big king-sized bed with him, both of them
naked and laughing, on most days, but it was not until his birthday that
his father decided to make his next move -- finally agreeing to the pleas
from his horny son -- that would shape his relationship with his son for
the rest of their lives.

As Jason licked the icing on his cock, Brian felt hornier and hotter than
he ever had with his wife, even when they were teenagers and he fucked her
raw and hard in her ass in the back seat of his car, ramming it in her and
slapping her hard, reaching around grabbing her tits and squeezing them,
while she cried and begged him to stop, then let him do it all over again
the next night, sometimes while some of Brian's friends watched, beating
off all over both of them.

This young man-boy, his own son, eagerly and obediently licking along his
dad's hard shaft, the veins bulging, the sweat mixed with the icing
remains, was incredible. Soon, Brian told his son to stop licking. He loved
using baby talk with him, closing his eyes and imagining his son to be even
younger, but not at all disappointed when he opened them and saw an
eleven-year-old with his mouth wide open, eager to take his dad's cock,
cum, and sweat, at last.

He would say, at the dining table, "Baby, open your mouth so Daddy can give
you some special Daddy Milk," he said. He only had to rub his cock a few
times before he burst forth with cum, pumping shot after shot in his son's
mouth and all over his face. Jason played along, pretending to be a little
boy, having fun with all of it, the taste and smell of his dad, the big
hard cock, his own hard one, waiting for his dad to give it some
much-needed attention (his pre-cum was absolutely soaking his bikini
briefs.)

"Daddy pee-pee!" Jason said and his father replied, "No, honey, this is
special juice just for you. Taste it!" And Jason did, licking his lips,
swallowing, and soon Brian was using his fingers to scrape across his son's
cheek and forehead and neck, having his son suck on his fingers and take
the rest of the cum. "Good boy. Good boy," his father said. He felt
feverish, hot, panting, first from the excitement he'd been bottling up all
day while Jason was at school or at camp or at a friend's house, knowing he
was going to molest his son (he loved thinking that phrase, "molesting my
son," and it was enough, all by itself, to make him get hard and, if he
were alone, call one of his wrestlers up and get him over to the house for
some good cocksucking, rubbing the black boy's hair roughly as he began to
pump a load into the kid's mouth).

It's funny, he thought now, but that phrase about molesting he'd come up
with even before Jason had been born. When he learned his wife was pregnant
with a boy, his cock began to grow a little, and he smiled to himself. Not
that he wouldn't have started fucking a daughter, but a son!  So much
better! An eager, warm, wet mouth. A cock and balls. An ass that he planned
to train to quiver with excitement when his dad's cock brushed up against
it. And now, eleven years later, it was time. And, the most exciting thing
of all, his son was eager, willing, frustrated, impatient, begging and
pleading for it.

He lifted Jason up from his chair, kissed him, pushing his tongue inside
his son's mouth, then he pulled off his son's clothes and began, right in
the dining room, to lick his son all over his body. He tore off his
wife-beater so they were both naked and he lowered his son to his groin and
rubbed his wet cock against his son's chest and legs. He pulled him back up
and held his hand as they dashed up the stairs to the bedroom, awkwardly
kissing him non-stop as he went up the stairs. Once on the bed, he licked
Jason all over the boy's body, smelling him between his legs, happy to
taste the odor of a man, that musky sweaty smell held inside his tight
briefs all day and now his father could lick and taste it. He licked up and
down the shaft. He took the boy's cock in his mouth, eagerly pushing back
the foreskin (he had deliberately not had him circumcised, thinking ahead
to the day when he would get to enjoy a hard, dripping boy cock, pushing
back that skin to taste it underneath where the flavor was even more funky,
more special.) He curled up with him in the bed and kissed him and licked
him, making the boy giggle some more, and moved his tongue and lips down to
the boy cock which he softly kissed and gently sucked.

He began to slowly lick behind the boy's balls in the tiny space between
them and his ass then slowly turned the boy over and licked along his son's
crack, going "ummm," and whispering, "Jason, you have a beautiful ass.
Beautiful!" Jason was very quiet, and his dad could hear him breathing
hard. Brian smiled. They were both loving all of this! He slowly spread his
son's butt cheeks open and used his tongue to lick inside, kissing and
sucking gently and softly. He heard that wonderful sound: His son's sudden
gasp, a little moan, as he lay there, while his father rimmed a boy with a
father's loving tongue that eagerly did its work and lips that were kissing
all over the boy's ass hole. Brian was so hot, so excited, that he was
about to shoot. Don't waste it! he thought to himself and he rolled on to
his back, lifted Jason up, turned him around, kissed him on his front,
licked his nipples, then said, "Jason, Daddy is finally finally going to
give you that
 present you've been begging for."

Jason gasped, almost afraid to ask. "Daddy, are you going to fuck me in the
ass?" He was quiet, staring at his father's serious face.

"Yes, my son. I am going to fuck you, slowly and lovingly. And as many
times as we can do it before your mom returns."

"That's days and days from now! All vacation! Oh, Daddy, that's so good!"
He kissed his father, thrusting his tongue into his dad's mouth. "Thank
you, Daddy. Thank you! This is the best present I've ever had and it's the
best present I'll have for the rest of my life!"

So, it proceeded. Jason let his father work open his hole, slowly and
surely, with lots of love and lots of lube, one finger, then two fingers,
as his father also masturbated him.

Jason did as he was told: He lubed up his dad's big thick cock, lots and
lots of lube, and Brian slowly eased the cock inside his son, who was
shaking with excitement. He teased it in, then out, then in again, working
it further and further inside, until he was working up a rhythm of in and
out, in and out, Jason breathing hard, not able to form words, but little
gasps and little moans and sniffles. Finally, he whispered, "Daddy, I love
you so much. So much!"

Brian continued entering his son, finding it impossible to believe it was
happening, at last, and rejoicing in the fact that they had days and days
of fucking ahead of them, and years and years of fucking after that!