Date: Fri, 29 Jul 2005 21:49:13 +0000
From: msmitty01@comcast.net
Subject: Daddy's Little Boy Ch 5

Daddy's Little Boy

Chapter Five


   The next morning Jason rolled over in his own familiar bed and looked
around at the things in his bedroom, the things that made it his room; the
collection of Aurora plastic model kits cluttering his desk, Godzilla, King
Kong, Dracula, Frankenstein, and the Wolf Man, Jason had meticulously glued
together and painted them all, the stacks of comic books, and the movie
poster of Irwin Allen's Towering Inferno taped to his closet door.  Usually
these were things that comforted him and made him feel at home, but his
morning they looked somehow childish. Was this what making love with a real
man did to you he wondered? Was this what it felt like to grow up? He
pondered these questions and in the end decided he really didn't know, but
maybe it did.

   With a groan he swung his legs over the side of the bed and forced
himself to stand up.  He stretched, yawned and scratched his head before he
set about the task of making his bed, when he finished he went to the
kitchen in search of food.

   Padding across the linoleum floor of the kitchen in his bare feet he saw
a note addressed to him sitting on the bright red, Formica top of the
chrome legged kitchen table. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and read the
short note from his father, 'Jason, I've gone on to work, have fun today
but find time to mow the lawn please. Love, Dad.'

   "Crap!" he swore, he hated mowing the yard! He poured himself a glass of
milk and opened a package of 'Pop Tarts' eating them cold. Finished with
his breakfast Jason went back to his room and rummaged in his chest of
drawers for his mowing shorts.

   When he found the faded, torn denim cut-offs he pulled them on without
putting on a pair of underwear. The feel of the soft denim fabric against
his naked skin and knowing that it was the only thing between him and the
eyes of the world made him feel kind of naughty and sexy! Aroused by the
sensation his hardening dick pushed its way down his leg and out the frayed
leg opening of his shorts. His dong continued to grow and stiffen until his
swollen cockhead and a good four inches of his dick were hanging out.
Wrestling his woody back into his shorts Jason pushed his feet into a pair
of battered, old, faded blue Keds sneakers and headed for the back door.

   It was a bright morning with the sun dominating a deep blue sky and
small puffs of cottony clouds drifted high above the earth like straggling
sheep. Bounding off the back stairs Jason ran across the back yard heading
for the metal tool shed. As he yanked the weathered door open the rusty
hinges creaked like something from Dark Shadows and Jason smiled at the
idea of their tool shed being haunted by vampires and werewolves. He
gripped the rusted chrome handle of the push mower and pulled it out into
the yard closing the door behind him. Squatting down he unscrewed the gas
cap and peered inside to make sure it was full.

   "Hey neighbor," a deep male voice called out.

   Still squatting beside the lawn mower Jason looked up and saw their
next-door neighbor, Stan Vincent standing in his own yard a few feet
away. "Hi Mister Vincent," Jason called out with a quick wave.

   The dark haired young man cringed, "Don't call me 'mister' I'm only
twenty-eight!"

   Jason smiled, "Okay, Stan."

   "That's better," Stan said, "I guess we'll both be doing yard work today
huh?"

   Jason lifted his upper lip in a snarl of distaste, "Yeah, I guess so."

   "Well, if you need any help just give a yell," Stan said before he
turned and walked back to where he'd been trimming on a row of bushes that
encircled the foundation of his house.

   It only took Jason forty five minutes to mow the small yard that
surrounded the Sutherland's rented home and as he mowed he thought of their
neighbor Stan, Jason had had a crush on him for a long time. Stan was tall,
dark complexioned, with dark brown eyes that stared right through you and
his body was smooth, hairless and hard muscled like the high divers on TV,
but now that Jason had been with his father his crush on the neighbor
seemed silly. What he and his father had shared went beyond just sex and
made Jason feel older, more grown-up somehow, he just wished his father
would hurry up and get home from work.

   He put the mower away and hurried into the kitchen for a drink of water;
mowing had made him hot and sweaty, even though it was only eleven in the
morning the sun was already hot and the high humidity made the air feel
heavy and thick. After running cold water into a glass he plopped down into
a kitchen chair and drank nearly all of it in one continuous gulp.

   Wiping the sweat from his eyes with the back of his hand Jason moved to
set the glass down when his elbow knocked the note from his father off the
table sending it fluttering to the floor. Leaning over in his chair Jason
bent to pick up the note and realized that a five dollar bill had been
placed under the note. Standing up he stuffed the bill into his pocket and
decided he would ride his bike to Grover's IGA grocery store for a Coke and
maybe a new comic book or two.

   As Jason put his glass in the sink he glanced out the back window and
saw Steve coming out the back door of his house. Jason's green eyes
followed the dark, handsome young man as he began to gather fallen limbs
off the ground. Jason wondered if any man could ever measure up to his
father now and decided probably not.

   Jason stepped out the back door and picked up his orange metallic-flake
Schwinn bike, swung his leg over the bar and settled his butt onto the
black banana seat with its faded orange racing stripes. With a wave to Stan
he headed for the grocery store, his tanned legs pumping the pedals and
causing the bike to fly across the yard and onto the tiny chip and tar road
that ran in front of the house. With the wind whistling past his ears and
blowing through his long blond hair he hoped he'd find something really
good at Grover's IGA.

   The store was almost two miles from his house and he pedaled his bike at
a leisurely pace staring out at the green countryside dotted with fields
and stands of distant trees made hazy by the heat. Despite his slow pace
Jason arrived at the country grocer out of breath and sweating, he dropped
the kickstand down with the toe of his scuffed sneaker and hurried into the
air-conditioned coolness of the store.

   The teenaged girl at the checkout register was reading a tabloid
magazine, chewing gum and lazily blowing bubbles, she ignored Jason as he
headed for the magazine and comic book racks. He leafed through several
comics before choosing the latest Superman then turned his attention to the
magazine section searching for the bold eerie lettering of the Famous
Monsters of Filmland magazine, finding it he greedily looked over the cover
featuring a creepy painting of Boris Karloff as The Mummy. Flipping through
it looking at the black and white photos of classic Hollywood horror movies
he decided he wanted it as well, his next stop would be the candy aisle.

   Standing in front of row upon row of candy Jason barely noticed the
older man stacking cans a few feet away. Jason was torn between a bag of
Pixie Stix and a Three Musketeers candy bar. Just as he was reaching for
the silvery wrapped candy bar Jason spotted a display of strawberry
Twizzlers on the bottom shelf and dropped into a crouch for a better look.

   A few feet a way forty-year-old Mike Grover, the owner of the store,
watched the shirtless, shorts-clad boy from the corner of his eye. He'd
seen the kid in the store before with his mother but today he'd seen the
boy come in alone. Mike couldn't recall the boy or his mother's names but
their names weren't what interested Mike anyway, it was the boy's slender,
tanned body, high rounded ass and long tanned legs. The kid's face was
damned handsome too, framed by tousled, long blond hair; the boy was a
walking wet dream! He glanced over as the boy stooped to look at candy on
the bottom shelf and felt his cock twitch with excitement when he saw the
boy's denim cut-off shorts ride high up his ass crack revealing two white
crescents of the boy's lower ass. It only took him a moment to decide to
make his move.

   "Hey kid," Mike called.

   Jason looked up at the tall blond man standing near a stacked display of
cake mix, he could tell the man worked here because of the apron and the
name tag which spelled out; 'Mike' in red letters, "Yes Sir?"

   "Do you want to get all that stuff for free?" Mike asked in a hushed
whisper, hoping he wasn't taking too big of a risk on something that could
backfire on him in a really bad way.

   Jason looked up into the older man's bright blue eyes and wondered just
what was up.  "Sure, but what do I have to do?" he asked warily.

   Mike smiled, the kid was taking the bait, "Oh just a little something
for me in my office."

   "What?" Jason asked still suspicious but at the same time thinking
greedily of the five dollar bill unspent in his pocket, five bucks was a
lot of money.

   "Come on to the back and I'll show you." Mike said motioning for Jason
to follow him.

   Jason hesitated for a moment before rising to his feet and following the
man toward the rear of the store, his stomach turning flip-flops at the
possibility of getting so much loot for nothing.

   Mike held the swinging metal door labeled; 'Employees Only' open, "Come
on before someone sees you!" he urged when the kid hesitated.

   Taking a deep breath Jason stepped into the dim interior beyond the door
and as the man let the door swing shut Jason had a sinking feeling he'd
just made a big mistake.  Still he followed the man up a narrow flight of
stairs to a wooden door with a brass plaque declaring the space beyond as
'Office.' Jason watched with increasing nervousness as the man unlocked the
door using a key that dangled from an enormous ring jangling with dozens of
other keys.

   "Come on," Mike urged stepping into the small enclosed office.

   Jason licked his suddenly dry lips and stepped inside the cramped space,
crowded with a battered wooden desk, a tall metal filing cabinet and a
squat metal safe in one corner.  The metallic 'snick' of Mike relocking the
door seemed to signal that there was no turning back now.

   "No one can see us in here," Mike explained as he shrugged off his work
apron and hung it on a nearby nail.

   Jason stared nervously at the tall man in front of him, dressed in a
white dress shirt, red tie, and gray dress slacks, he looked more like a
businessman without his apron, all he needed was a matching blazer.

   Mike moved closer to the boy, "I've seen you in here several times with
your mother and I've fantasized about doing this with you for a long time,"
Mike confessed stroking the long bulge that snaked from his crotch and down
the thigh of his slacks. "You're such a handsome young man with such a
beautiful body!"

   "Thanks," Jason said unsure if he was supposed to answer or not.

   "We don't have much time," Mike said still talking in a quiet tone as he
continued to stroke himself through his pants, "drop your shorts."

   Jason's eyes widened as he realized he'd been right, there was something
very wrong about this whole situation. "I think I'd better go now."

   Mike's face which had been open and friendly until now suddenly flushed
red with anger and his eyebrows knit together in a scowl, "Listen to me you
little shit, if you don't do what I tell you, I'll call the police and your
parents and tell them I caught you stealing all of that," he motioned to
the comics and candy Jason held in his hands. "Is that what you want me to
do?"

   Blinking back tears of fear and frustration Jason shook his head, "No,
Sir."

   Mike's face instantly transformed again as he smiled, "Fine, now be a
good boy and drop your shorts."

   Jason placed his magazines and candy on top of the nearby filing cabinet
and undid the top button of his shorts before unzipping the fly, the
metallic purr of his zipper opening sounded loud in the small office. With
his face flushing bright red from embarrassment Jason hesitated again
before letting his shorts drop around his ankles. Since he wasn't wearing
underwear he was standing completely naked before the older man's greedy
stare.

   "Damn!" Mike said with a look of bemused shock, "You've got one helluva
big dick for a kid!"

   Not sure what to say Jason said nothing and continued to stand naked
before the stranger feeling ashamed and nervous.

   "Bend over the desk," Mike ordered, "I've got to have a piece of that
ass!"

   Still unsure and a little frightened Jason obeyed leaning over the waist
high desk in front of him. He heard Mike's zipper buzzing open and looked
back over his shoulder to see what the older man was about to invade his
ass with. His green eyes widened as a fat, thick, and incredibly long cock
pushed its way out of Mike's open fly, it was the biggest dick Jason had
ever seen, the guy was even bigger than his Dad!

   Mike saw the wide-eyed look on Jason's face as the boy stared at his
hefty prong, "It's a little over eleven inches long," he said with smug
pride. "My wife won't have sex with me anymore; she says I'm too big. I've
even tried to fuck around with some other women but they see this baby and
they run from it just like she does."

   With his gaze still riveted to Mike's huge, fleshy dick Jason nodded, "I
can see why," he swallowed nervously, "I don't think I can take something
that big either."

   Mike's face darkened in anger, "No way you little snot-nosed punk!
You're not about to back out of this now!" Then forcing himself to calm
down he said, "Just relax, breathe deep and I promise to go slow."

   Intimidated by the older man's age and authority Jason nodded, "Okay,"

   Reaching into one of the desk drawers Mike pulled out a blue and white
tube of KY Jelly that he kept stashed there for just this purpose; the
Flav-O-Rich truck driver liked taking it up the ass on his Tuesday morning
deliveries.

   Looking over his shoulder Jason watched as Mike spread three large globs
of the clear liquid up and down his shaft, from the swollen crown down to
the root. Jason gasped when Mike smeared another glob of the cold, slick
lubricant between his ass cheeks.

   "Like I said, just relax and take deep breaths," Mike instructed as he
aimed the shiny helmet of his cockhead at the tiny, wrinkled pucker of
Jason's ass.

   "Ungh, Ungh, Ungh," Jason half panted, half grunted, as the store owner
pressed the doorknob-sized head of his dick against the tight ring of his
sphincter muscles. When the head suddenly popped in he let out a sobbing
cry as Mike's invading cockhead painfully forced his asshole open.

   "Ssshhh!" Mike hissed clamping his hand over the kid's mouth. "Just
relax!"

   Breathing hard through his nostrils and wincing against the searing, hot
pain Jason tried to force his cramping sphincter to relax, "You're too big!
he gasped.

   With a deep-throated chuckle Mike said, "That's what they all say. Now
hold on, I'm gonna feed you some more." Mike punched his hips forward
driving the first few inches of his cock shaft into the boy's incredibly
hot hole but had to clamp his hand over the kid's mouth when he let out
another wail, "Shut up damn it!"

   Jason felt sweat break out all over his body as the man's monster cock
speared into his ass deeper and deeper. He moaned against Mike's hand still
gripping his mouth and tried to push the man's hips away but Mike ignored
him and shoved another inch of his thick cock up into his ass.

   "You gotta relax kid; I'm only half way in." Mike complained wiping at
the sweat that beaded his own forehead, "You're ass is so tight, I don't
think I've ever had an asshole this damned tight before!"

   Jason let out another anguished cry into Mike's cupped hand, as he felt
more and more of the man's humongous cock pushing deeper and deeper into
his aching ass. When he finally felt the wiry bush of Mike's pubic hair
crush against the flesh of his ass; he knew he had all eleven-plus inches
of cock inside him!

   Mike sighed and let his cock rest deep inside the kid's ass for a
moment, he could tell the kid was going to be a wild fuck, maybe even the
best he'd ever had. Placing his hands on the boy's narrow hips he ground
his crotch into the boy's crack, moving his hips in circles, stirring his
stiff poker around inside the kid's guts, trying to loosen him up.

   Moaning and shaking his head from side to side Jason was sorry he'd
followed the man back here, he'd never felt such incredible pain. As the
huge piece of meat moved in circles inside him, he tried to pull away from
the invading monster, "Too big," he gasped out, "you're killing me!"

   Mike grinned, "We're just getting warmed up little pup!" He pulled back
a little dragging a few inches of his cock out of the boy; looking down he
was immediately turned on by the sight of the wide shaft of his cock
stretching the boy's tiny white ass cheeks apart. "A damned tight fit, but
it'll be worth it!"

   "AH!" Jason cried out as the man behind him withdrew almost the entire
length of his cock and held it there with only the flared head still inside
his ass. His next cry was muffled as the man put his hand over his mouth
again and slammed the entire length back into him. His vision swam with
dark spots as the man began to hump his hips back and forth driving his
enormous cock in and out of his tortured ass.

   "Sooo sweet!" Mike hissed watching his thick tool banging in and out of
the boy's overstuffed asshole, "Such a fucking sweet ass!"

   After long moments Jason finally felt the pain recede to a level he
could bear and to his amazement he felt his own cock which had been hanging
limp between his legs begin to stiffen. At last his ass had grown
accustomed to Mike's massive tool and in spite of feeling that he was
betraying his father he grew more and more aroused.

   Reaching between his legs he began to jack his hard cock in time with
Mike's powerful, deep thrusts, getting off on the feeling of having a huge
cock fucking him while the man's huge nuts slapped against the back of his
own balls. "Yeah, that's it," Jason moaned in guilty ecstasy, "fuck my
ass!"

   Mike grinned, he'd won, the kid was totally his! Now he really began to
throw his dick into the kid, thrusting in so hard that his hips slapped
against the boy's ass making the firm, white flesh bounce and
dance. Gripping the boy's hips even tighter he gritted his teeth with the
effort of slamming his cock in and out of the boy's hot hole. "Take it
bitch!  Take that big dick up your ass!"

   "Oh yeah," Jason moaned, "fuck me, fuck me harder!" jacking his cock as
the man rammed into his ass again and again, plunging his huge cock deeper
and deeper.  Suddenly it was too much and he felt that familiar tingle in
his balls, "I'm gonna cum!"  he warned.

   "Ride that cock till you cum! Yeah, take that dick!" Mike grunted as he
felt the boy's ass clench tight around the base of his cock, he could feel
the kid was getting ready to blow a wad.

   "Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" Jason grunted as hot, thick streamers of cum flew
from the tip of his cock splashing across the top of the desk, his stomach,
and the floor. Moments later he heard Mike groan and felt the man's cock
buried deep inside him began to jump and throb.

   "Fuck! I'm cumming!" Mike panted his body shuddering jerkily as he shot
the first three spurts of his load deep inside the kid's hot, little
ass. Then he quickly withdrew his cock and let it spew a thick jet of cum
into the cleft of the kid's ass, another spurt flew high and landed across
the boy's tanned back, the final thick squirts sprayed across the boy's
freshly fucked asshole.

   Jason continued to shoot his load as Mike spurted hot jizz over his back
and ass, he felt the last hot wad splash against his raw hole before it
began to slide over his pucker, and then slowly drip down onto his balls.

   Still shaking from the force of his orgasm Mike aimed his still
throbbing, hard cock and plunged it back into the boy's cum-slick hole
burying his eleven-plus inches completely.

   Jason let his torso sprawl over the desktop, his exhausted body impaled
on the store owner's thick, long cock.

   Several moments passed before Mike felt his dick finally beginning to
shrink and pull out of the kid's tight hole, "That was sooo damned good!
You're the best fuck I've had in my life kid!"

   Jason stood up stiffly from the desk and could only think of how he'd
betrayed his father, even if he had been tricked into having sex with this
guy. After he pulled his shorts back on he followed Mike down the stairs
again.

   "You can clean up in here," Mike said pointing to a battered wooden door
with faded stenciled lettering that read; Restroom.

   Standing in front of a dinghy and spattered mirror that hung over a
chipped porcelain sink with green and brown rust stains, Jason used a
dampened paper towel to clean the drying sperm from his chest, stomach,
back and crotch. The tiny bathroom reeked of antiseptic so strongly it
stung his eyes but looking in the mirror at his downcast reflection Jason
felt like crying for other reasons.

   "Hurry up," Mike called through the door, "I've got to clean up too."

   Ten minutes later they were both clean with the sweat and cum wiped
away, standing fully dressed at the front of the store. The teenaged girl
was still reading her magazine totally unaware that her boss had just
cornholed the skinny, shirtless kid with the long blond hair in his office.

   "Here's your stuff," Mike said handing Jason a brown paper bag with the
boy's comic, magazine and several packs of strawberry-flavored
Twizzlers. "And thanks for the help in the back; you're a good boy to have
around when someone is in a hard spot."

   Jason smiled weakly took the bag and said, "Thanks Mister Grover," but
couldn't bring himself to look the man in the eye, he felt so ashamed and
dirty.

   Mike watched through the store's plate glass windows as the boy rode
away on his bike, he smiled when he saw that the boy was pedaling standing
up, careful not to let his tender ass touch the bicycle's seat.

   Jason pedaled his bike homeward feeling used, his raw ass and the slick
cum deep inside him served only to remind him of his traitorous deed. So
when he coasted into the front yard and saw his Dad's truck in the driveway
he was stabbed with daggers of guilt.  With the wheels still turning he
jumped from the moving bike and let it fall to the ground as he ran to the
front door of the house shouting, "Dad!" as he opened the door.

   David sat in his recliner in the corner of the living room eating grapes
from a bowl in his lap, "Hey kiddo!"

   Jason rushed to his father and crouched on his knees in front of the
recliner, he wanted to spill out the entire ugly story about what had
happened to him at the store but he was afraid his Dad might somehow think
less of him for letting it happen, instead he simply said, "I'm glad you're
home!"

   David smiled, "Me too, I could barely get my work done because I
couldn't stop thinking about all the things I wanted to do with you when I
got home tonight."

   Seeing his Dad's kind smile and feeling the warmth in his voice made
Jason feel better about not telling him what had happened. It was better
just to forget it and so with an impish grin he stood and undid the fly of
his shorts and let them fall to the floor, "You can show me after I take a
shower."

   David smiled, as his son walked away toward the bathroom he rose from
his chair and began undressing. When he was completely naked he settled
back into his chair and continued munching grapes as he waited for Jason to
finish his shower.

   Jason adjusted the water of the shower to a temperature that turned his
skin pink and fogged the bathroom mirror. He quickly lathered his body with
soap, rinsed off the suds and then he squeezed out a small amount of Wella
Balsam Shampoo into the palm of his hand before lathering his hair. He
loved the clean, fresh smell of the shampoo that Farrah Fawcett-Majors had
made famous after her new TV series; Charlie's Angels had run commercials
featuring the lion-maned, toothy, starlet swearing that Wella Balsam was
the magic ingredient to having great hair. Jason thought the show and
Farrah were okay but he loved Lindsay Wagner, The Bionic Woman, it was his
favorite TV show. But neither bionic limbs nor blond and buxom private
detectives could help Jason with his current problem.

   He stepped from the shower and toweled himself dry forcing himself to
forget what had happened today at the grocery store, it was cruel and the
owner was a jerk but Jason simply couldn't run the risk of letting his
father find out what had happened in the back office. An old phrase his
mother used often came to mind and he whispered the words out loud, "Over,
done with, gone." By the time he'd dried off and started to walk toward the
living room he almost believed it.

   David watched as his son stroll into the living room with only a towel
slung across his narrow hips, riding low just above his pubic bush in the
front and barely covering the top of his butt in the back. David could
plainly see the outline of his son's cock and balls beneath the thin, damp,
fabric of the cotton towel as well as the dark cleft between the mounds of
the boy's ass.

   David motioned the boy closer and when Jason was standing next to the
arm of the recliner David plucked one of the large green grapes from the
cluster and gently rubbed the fruit over his son's bare nipples and down
around his navel before sucking the grape into his mouth with an
exaggerated, "Mmmmm!"

   Jason watched as his father rolled the grape around in his mouth before
finally crushing it between his teeth and letting the juice flow freely
until his full lips glistened with the clear grape juice and it dripped
from his chin onto his bare, hairy chest. Jason revealed his aroused state
by letting the towel fall away exposing his half-erect cock.

   David smiled at this horny son as he put aside the bowl of grapes and
rose from the chair. "I want you to ride my cock while you jack off," he
explained as he pulled the boy to the center of the living room.

   "Okay," Jason said breathlessly. He thrilled at the sight of his Dad's
powerful muscles flexing beneath his tanned skin as he stretched out to lie
on his back on the carpeted floor, his thick, ten inch boner was rock hard
and throbbing against his lower abdomen.

   "Hand me those grapes," David said with a twinkle in his eyes.

  When Jason handed the bowl to his father he took a small cluster of the
fruits and squeezed them, letting the juice dribble and splash onto his
erect cock.

   Without waiting for more instructions Jason straddled his father's hips
and lowered himself down onto his Dad's waiting dick, lubricated with slick
grape juice.

   "Ummm," David moaned in pleasure as his cock slid into the velvety hot
enclosure of his son's muscular ass sinking lower and lower until it was
completely buried. "Now ride your Daddy's cock!"

   Jason began to move his body up and down, riding his Dad's cock like a
bronco, moaning and grunting at the feel of his father's cock plunging in
and out of his already well-fucked ass.

   "Now start to jack off," David said quietly, "I want you to cum in my
mouth, on my face, everywhere!"

   The sight of his Dad's muscular, hairy body lying beneath him made Jason
even hornier and gripping his father's hard pectoral muscles he began to
bounce up and down on his Dad's ten-incher, moving faster and harder as he
jerked his own hard cock.

   "Oh, that's it," David moaned in his deep voice, "Ride your Daddy's cock
while you jack off!" he caressed the straining muscles of Jason's back.
"That's it, ride your Daddy's big dick until you cum!"

   Urged on by his father's deep sexy voice Jason rode his Dad's thick
tool, raising and lowering his ass gain and again, in and out, humping his
Dad's cock as he jacked his fist up and down his own swollen shaft. "Fuck
me Dad! Please fuck me!"

   For twenty long minutes David watched his cock disappear and reappear
between the parted cheeks of his son's thrusting, bouncing ass. The sight,
and feel of Jason's tight, gripping hole sliding forcefully up and down the
fat length of his cock was driving him crazy, then, "Daddy's getting
close..." he warned.

   Jason renewed his efforts, slamming himself up and down again and again,
faster and faster, stabbing his ass over and over again with his Dad's
thick cock until he felt his own cock tingling and he moaned, "I'm gonna
cum Dad!"

   David lifted his head to gaze at the swollen head of his son's cock as
it bobbed just a few inches from his chin. Then with one violent lunge
Jason sat down heavily on his cock burying it completely. At almost the
same instant David saw a huge glob of jizz fly from Jason's gaping piss
slit, the white goo arced high in the air before it landed just above his
eyebrow. The next blast hit his open mouth splashing across his teeth,
tongue, and lips.  As his son continued to throw out jets of spooge onto
his face and chest David felt his own cock begin to spurt his seed deep
inside Jason's clenched ass.

   As both father and son lay on the floor each lost in the sensation of
cumming together both of them heard the front door open followed by a
familiar female voice shrieking.

   "OH MY GOD!"

   But there was nothing either of them could do until their spurting cocks
finished pumping out the last of their loads; they were trapped in the
middle of an orgasm.

   Sarah Sutherland stood in the open doorway to her house with her face
twisted into a grimace of horror at the sight of her teenage son riding his
own father's swollen dick as the boy shot cum into his father, her
husband's waiting mouth! "OH MY GOD!" she shouted again her voice rising
higher and louder.

   David closed his eyes and whispered something Jason couldn't
hear. Father and son awkwardly untangled their bodies as Sarah stepped over
them and rushed to the phone in the kitchen.

   Handing Jason the discarded towel David said, "Go to your room I'll be
there in a minute."

   Shaking with fright Jason quickly wrapped the towel around his waist and
rushed to his bedroom and partially closed the door leaving a gap large
enough for him to listen through. He listened with dread as his father
tried in vain to keep his mother from calling the police, after that he
could hear his mother screaming and cursing his father.

   "Pervert! You fucking pervert, molesting your own son! How could you
David?"

   "Sarah, please, it's not like that at all, I...we, love each other."

   "Shut your filthy mouth I won't listen to this shit! You should be
locked up... No! You will be locked up! I'm calling the cops and that's all
there is to it!"

   Jason listened as his father made one last attempt, and then he heard
his mother speaking frantically into the phone rambling hysterically about
rape and incest.

   David slipped quietly into Jason's room a few minutes later while his
wife continued her tirade into the phone. "Listen buddy, I'm so sorry about
all of..." he moved his hands around helplessly, "...all of this."

   Jason had never seen his father look so sad and beaten, "Why don't we
run away? We could leave before the police even get here!"

   Smiling weakly David shook his head, "It's no good son, they'd chase us
to hell and back and I don't want our lives to be spent looking over our
shoulders every minute." He closed the door and locked it behind
him. "We'll only have a little while before the police get here," he held
out his powerful arms, "how about we spend them together?"

   Jason rushed into his Dad's open arms and buried his face in his
powerful chest and began to cry uncontrollable, "I don't want you to go
Dad! Please don't let them take you away!"

   David's only answer was to kiss away his son's tears as he held him
tight.


******


   Three hours later Jason sat in the front seat of his mother's car as she
drove him back from the hospital where they had examined him for 'evidence
of a sexual nature.' Jason knew the tests would come back positive for
traces of semen and that evidence would most likely send his Dad to
prison. His father was already in jail waiting for the results that would
either condemn or free him. Jason had watched heartbroken as the police had
placed his father under arrest at the house while his mother ranted on and
on about how she'd caught her husband sodomizing their son. The last time
Jason had seen his Dad was through the side window of the police cruiser as
they drove him away handcuffed in the back, he'd looked so lost and alone.

   "Mom, I don't see why we can't just forget all this." Jason tried to
bring the issue up again, hoping against hope that he could convince her to
drop the charges against his father.

   Sarah Sutherland raised a well-manicured hand to ward off any further
discussion, "This topic is closed!" she snapped, "From this day forward
neither one of us will ever speak of what happened tonight is that
understood?"

   Jason glared at the sharp, bitter profile of his mother, "Yeah!" he
snapped back, "It's clear that you won't be happy until everyone else is as
miserable and unhappy as you are!  No wonder Dad came to me for love,
he..." His words were cut off by a violent backhanded slap from his mother,
a blow so hard it rocked his head back against the headrest.

   "Shut up!" she shrieked, "I will not listen to any more of this
incestuous filth! You're father has corrupted you plain and simple and he's
going to rot in prison for it if I have anything to say about it! And as
for you young man, just keep it up and see if I don't have you locked up in
a psycho ward somewhere! Over...done with...gone!"

   Jason reached up to where his mouth stung and burned from his mother's
slap and his fingertips came away bloody, the setting in her wedding band
had cut his lower lip. It was in that moment Jason's heart turned against
his mother and he began to plot on how he could be reunited with his
Dad. "Somehow we'll be together again," he promised his father silently
from his heart.



To Be Continued...