Date: Thu, 17 Jun 2004 21:10:29 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: DAD'S DRINKING BUDDIES -PT4

9am saturday morning I lay in bed awake, petrified to death that my
father was gonna come into my room at any minute, angry about the fucking
me and my friends had put on him.

After finding me alone in his room the night before, naked with a stiff
hardon, I thought pops had figured out what I had been doing to him. I
could see the hatred in his red blood shot eyes as he glared through me
with xray vision. He sent me back to my room with a rapidly shrunken dick
and the promise that he would "deal" with me in the morning. Well,
saturday mornings were always late sleep-in days for pops, as he was
usually nursing a heavy hang over from the night before. Most times he
didn't even bother to roll up out of bed until well after noon, however
last night's events had caused him to rise 3 hours early. I was shocked
when he nearly kicked my bed room door in without knocking.

"Get up and meet me down stairs in 2 minutes." he ordered with a scary
tone. I looked up at him with protesting eyes when he suddenly repeated,
"Two minutes."
As he turned to go down stairs, I quickly jumped out of bed fully
clothed. I hadn't known what to expect in the morning, and was prepared
incase I had to make a quick dash out the front door.
In a matter of seconds I was down stairs behind him, following him into
the kitchen. No words were spoken as I found my way over to my favorite
stool on the far side of the table. Pops reached into the fridge and
pulled himself out a can of brew (his usual a.m. breakfast), then turned
to face me, looking me dead in the eyes. I averted my own eyes to avoid
his glare. I knew he was upset, but didn't know at what. I wasn't exactly
sure just how much he knew about what had happened, and I certainly
wasn't about to volunteer any info.

"I want you to go out and mow the lawn today." he said, taking a quick
guzzle. "Then I want you to pull out all the weeds from around the edge
of the house. Then I want you to clean out the garage and throw out all
them old boxes your mother left here before she moved out 6 years ago.
Then I want you to clean the bathroom, the family room, and your room
from top to bottom. I want this all done today, and I want it all done
pronto. Got me?"

"Yes daddy." I said, too petrified to say any thing else.

"Then get moving." he said, downing the last of his brew. He crumbled the
empty can in his fist, tossed it into the trash, then reached in the
fridge for another.
I know the slave-schedule was my punishment for having done what I did.
Dad never gave a fuck what the front lawn or the garage looked like, all
he cared about was going to work and getting loaded afterwards.

I started the schedule immediately, working the whole morning on the
lawn, then half the afternoon on the garage. While going through some
boxes, I came across afew of mom's old stuff which I had forgot dad had
packed. Most were clothes, but some were personal items like her old hair
brush, which still held her scent. Family photos, like pictures of us
when I was a kid, and mom and pops taking their wedding photos, and pics
of us when we were on vacation at the grand cannon. And her diary, which
I sat on an old tall metal trash can to read. Inside were things my
mother had been feeling, hand written in her own hand writing. She wrote
about how much she hated my father for getting her pregnant as such a
young age -right out of high school. About how she had never wanted to be
tied down with a kid, and how much she yearned to get out and enjoy her
life. Apparently she also cheated on him, alot. She had inserts written
describing encounters she had with various neighbors and friends of my
father. She even described a 4way they had with the Weilers, about how
she sucked her first pussy and watched dad and mr Weiler 69 until they
were shooting cum onto eachother's faces. The whole scene had my dick
rock hard and throbbing in my pants when I heard my friends Eric and Mike
walk up into the garage.

"Hey Dan, whats up man?" asked Eric, keeping his voice low as not to
attract my pops attention.

"Hey fellows." I answered, stuffing my mother's diary into a box of items
I knew I couldn't bare to part with. Despite mom's hateful words, I still
loved her and wanted to preserve as much of her memory as I could, no
matter how distorted.

"How come we ain't seen you at the shop?" asked Eric, looking up at the
windows to make certain my dad wasn't spying on us.

"I'm on punishment." I said, picking up a broom and began sweeping.

"What for, man?" inquired Eric. "Did your pops find out about last
night?"

"I dunno." I said, not knowing what to say. "He just woke up in a bad
mood."

"Thats fucked." said Eric, looking back at Mikey briefly.

"Will your dad be drinking again tonight?" asked Mike, trying to sound
non-chalant.

"Why?" I asked, skeptically.

"No reason,-" answered Eric. "-I... we, were just wondering... if maybe
we could sneak over again tonight while your pops is passed out, and take
turns fucking him again?"

"uh..." I thought, realizing that all they wanted was to fuck my father
and get their rocks off. "...no."

"Why not man?" asked Mike, "You saving his ass all for yourself?"

"Well, he is MY father." I said angrily. "If you want to fuck so bad, get
your parents drunk and fuck your own father."

"But your father's ass's already broken in." snapped Mike. "How many
different men's been up his ass today?"

"Fuck you, Mike!" I yelled.

"No, fuck you. And your father!" he yelled back.

"Yo, cool out..." intervened Eric, stepping between the two of us. "We
just wanted to know if it was cool, Danny. We ain't mean nothing by it."
Eric's apology helped to calm me down, but Mike and I had nothing else to
say to eachother as far as I was concerned. "Yo, I'll check up on you
later, alright?"

"Yeah." I responded, rough eyeing Mike as he followed Eric out.
He and Mike left as I finished up on the garage then moved on and tackled
the bed, bath, and family rooms. By now it was nearly 7-oclock pm, and I
was starving for having missed breakfast and lunch. When I finally came
down from cleaning my room, pops was laying out on the couch, a recently
opened beer (the last in a case) resting on his chest as he watched
saturday sports on ESPN.

"I'm done, pop." I said wearily, standing on the steps as I awaited his
approval.

"Oh, you think so?" asked dad, getting up from the couch. He walked me
back upstairs to examined my work. Everything was neat and put in its
place, just as the garage, the bathroom, and the family rooms had been. I
had worked my fingers to the bone. My back ached, my hands were sore, I
was hungry, and far past tired. Pop looked around, then nodded his head
in approval.

"You did a good job, Danny." he said, having inspected all my work
through out the day.

"Thanks dad." I said, happy to be done with it all.
I watched as he lifted his t-shirt and began unfastening his belt.

"Only one thing left to do for your punishment." he said as he pulled his
belt free from his waist.
My eyes got big as saucers.

"Pop, I..."

"So how long have you been doing it, Danny?" he asked, folding the belt
in half to use as a weapon.

"What daddy...?" I asked innocently, trying one last time to act ignorant
of the charges.
He looked at me knowingly, as if there were no doubt in his mind.

"I know you've been... taking advantage of me when I come home at night,
drunk from work." he said, stopping short of saying the "F" word. "I
could tell something was going on because every time I'd wake up in the
morning, my butt would be sore as all hell, and I'd be leaking cum from
my asshole."

"Cum from your asshole...?" I questioned, not knowing what else to say.

"Yes. At first I wasn't sure what was going on. I mean, I knew my asshole
had been fucked, but I didn't know by who, or when, or where." he said,
rambling as if he were Columbo about to crack a complicated case for a
CBS Movie of the Week. "I mean, I had to give you the benefit of the
doubt. I couldn't accuse my own son of coming into my room at night and
butt-fucking his old man while he lay passed out drunk, could I?"
I knew it really wasn't a question.
"Then I wake up last night to find you standing in my room naked, with a
hardon no less. I mean, what am I supposed to think?"

"But, but dad... I can explain..." I offered, weakly.

"Explain what, how you been sneaking into my room at night and butt
fucking me?" he asked. "About how you've been leaving your seed burning
in my ass for months? Or how you were planning on coming back for seconds
and thirds before I caught you red handed last night?" he asked, stepping
closer as he spoke.

"But it wasn't just me..." I protested, seeing no other way out. "...I
saw some of your drinking buddies taking advantage of you too! Mr Ray, mr
Weiler... Mack..."
I could see the look of anger and disbelief register across his aging
face.

"You lying little...!" he yelled, grabbing me by the arm.
I seriously thought daddy was going to give me a whipping. I hadn't had a
beating in years. But instead, he bond my wrist with the belt. Then he
proceeded to throw me on the bed and tie my arms up over head to the bed
post.

"Daddy... what're you doing...?" I asked, fear rising in my heart.
Pop finished bonding my hands, then proceeded to pull my pants and
underwear down by the waist of my pants.

"I'm giving you your punishment, son. An eye for an eye!" he said through
gritted teeth.

"NO!" I yelled, fighting back and struggling to get free as he pulled and
pulled until my pants and undies came off down my legs, loosing my
sneakers in the process.
"Dad, don't! Please...!" I pleaded on deaf ears.

Pop stood by the bed, admiring his handy work, then started to undress. I
watched with tears in my eyes as pop's pants fell down around his ankles,
exposing his ample 8 inch hardon.
I grunted and groaned in despair as he removed his clothes, then got down
on top of me. I could feel daddy's weight atop mines as he began to aim
his cock head against my dry hole. After afew botched attempts to spear
me on his electric pole, he finally rose up out of frustration. I thought
I was home free, when I suddenly heard dad mumble something about
"wetting the cunt", then drove his face between my ass cheeks.

Now I thought I knew every thing there was to know when it came to sex,
but this was absolutely the first time anyone had ever stuck their face
in my ass. Pops licked and sucked at my musky asshole like a lap-dog. He
worked his tongue along the crack, then parted my cheeks almost painfully
before driving his entire tongue up into me. I gasped aloud as pops
mustached lips sealed themselves to my hole. He tongue fucked me deep,
drilling his spit and tongue into my tight end. I almost cried from the
sweet feelings he was causing my hole. After several long minutes of
intense ass eating, dad came up for air. My ass was dripping with saliva.
He re-aimed his cock head back up against my asshole, then began to
slowly push himself in. I yelled through the gag that he had stuffed in
my mouth as his dick started to pierce my anal opening for the first
time.

"Shut up and take it like a man!" dad ordered, the smell of his beer
breath resonating my open nostrils as he drove the rest of his cock in.
I could feel his dick stretching my asshole wide. It felt like he was
trying to shove an arm up my ass. I thought there would never be an end
to the length as it burrowed its way deeper and deeper into my rectum. I
screamed through the gag, hoping dad would find it in his heart to pull
out and let me go, but he kept on feeding my sore asshole more of his
meat. I thought I was close to dying, then suddenly felt his pubic hair
scratch against my ass cheeks. Pop had his entire cock buried inside of
me. I had taken the entire length of the cock that made me. I could feel
it  throbbing in me, pulsing to the beat of his heart as he lay on full
on my back.

I heard him grunt in satisfaction as my tight asshole gripped his
embedded piece like a vice. He commented on how good it felt, and how he
should have been fucking my "ungrateful ass" a long time ago. I knew he
had been drinking again all that morning, and could smell the over
whelming scent of alcohol through his pores. Pops wasn't usually anything
like this. He was usually harmless when he drank, I knew he was actively
acting out what I had been doing to him. In effect, "giving me a taste of
my medicine". I felt him pull back on his hips, slipping over half of his
old ramrod out of my sore butt before shoving his hips forward and
re-burying the full length inside me again and again. His cock ripped
through my virgin hole like a knife, stabbing me deep in the guts. I
struggled against the belt holding my hands captive, trying against hope
to wrench myself free.
Pops grabbed me by my shoulders for leverage, then began to lay the pipe
to me seriously. I could feel the full impact of his pelvis as he slammed
into my backside over and over. My ass cheeks jiggled with each inward
thrust. My asshole was on fire as his cock stretched me wide and fucked
deep. Dad felt heavy on my back. His extra weight was weighing me down
into the mattress. I could feel his stomach in the groove of my back. His
hairy legs were between mines as he pumped into my ass cheeks repeatedly.
I was grunting in pain with every in-stroke, but already I could feel the
pressure starting to subside as my ass got wetter and slicker.

"Yeah son, take your ole man's cock up your ass!" pop groaned in my ear.
As unbelievable as it had been to have fucked my own father 3 days ago,
it was even more mind boggling having the cock that created me (the same
cock that had been inside my mother) shoved up my asshole with the intent
of shooting off inside me. The thought of that impossibility somehow made
my own cock hard. I could feel it growing, trapped between me and the
mattress, under the doubled weight of my father and me. I groaned in
despair for not being able to touch it as dad continued to fuck me. His
thrusts were even and steady. I was instantly reminded of the first time
I'd saw dad having sex, when he fucked Kevin's mom (mrs Weiler) on our
living room sofa afew years back. I recalled how dad pumped in and out of
her, his hairy ass rising and falling as he drove himself deep inside
her. I couldn't help but think that he was doing the same thing to me,
feeding my asshole the same dick in the same fashion. I found myself
arching my back, raising my ass to match his moving hips. Dad realized my
groans and protests had ceased, and began to fuck me harder. I spread my
legs, giving him deeper passage. His cock was slamming into me full
speed. I could feel his hairy balls slapping against mine. He made
comments about me being a "pansy ass pussy-boy" for obviously enjoying
this fucking. His words were deliberately cruel, but I didn't care what
pop thought of me at that moment, so long as his cock was feeling so good
shoved deep into my bowels as it were. I couldn't wait until the moment
when I felt him shoot his load in me for the first time. I knew I like
cumming in his ass every chance I got, and was eager to know what it felt
like to have my own ass flooded with another mans ball juice.

Pops was really socking it to me pretty good. I could feel my cock
rubbing against the mattress every time he thrust into me. I was leaking
pre-cum like mad. I knew it was only a matter of minutes before I would
be cumming all over my sheets with my pops cock still up my ass. I tired
holding off, but the combination of feeling my cock rub between my belly
and the mattress, coupled with the intense pleasures my father's cock was
causing me inside, made me start shooting cum all over the bed beneath
me. The cum shot out of my aching cock, soaking into the mattress as dad
kept right on fucking me. I gasped breathless with every spurt. Pops felt
my asshole choke his cock and knew instantly that he had made me cum, but
his excessive drinking made it damn near impossible for him to nutt. He
continued to fuck me, pumping in and out of my spasming asshole just as
even and steady as when he started.

I couldn't believe that I had just cum from being fucked. I wanted to
roll over and take a break, but dad kept right on fucking me. He kicked
my legs open wider, and kept drilling my hole hard and deep. My ass had
tightened considerably when I came, making his dick feel painful again
for the first few minutes as he continued to pump me full of cock. I
tried to wiggle free, but dad had me on firm lock down. He completely
over powered me with his weight, I was powerless to knock him off as he
fucked into me relentlessly. I took every fuck thrust, every inch of his
hard dick as he buried in me over and over. I felt my asshole start to
relax again, giving in to his repeated thrusts. Dad must have felt it
too, as he began to pick up the pace. I felt as if my hole were stretched
wide open as his dick moved in and out of me with no resistance at all. I
began to groan as my dick started to rise again. Dad moaned in my ear,
telling me how I was a "good boy" for making him feel so good. I wanted
to make daddy feel good, and arched my back so he could get even more of
his dick inside me.

Dad kissed me tenderly on my ear. I rose up a bit as he began to lick the
rim, then dart his tongue inside. His mustache and rough facial stubble
scratched as the side of my face as his lips got closer to mine. I tilted
my head to the side just as his lips grazed my mouth. We kissed on the
lips for the first time since I was 5 or 6. This time however, I felt his
fat tongue enter into my mouth and began sucking on it heavily. Dad
moaned into my mouth as we french kissed like lovers. I could taste the
beer, the stale spit, and my own ass as he held me by the waist while
shoving his cock in me. My senses were going haywire. I had my father's
cock in my ass, his weight on my back, and his tongue in my mouth. The
friction my own hardon was getting from rubbing back and forth on the
bed, had me ready to pop a second load just as dad yanking his cock from
my hole and flipped me over onto my back. My cock had just started
spewing. Fresh cum arched from my piss slit like a fountain, flying
through the air and landing on the bed and across my ribs and stomach.
Pop climbed up on to my body, then began jacking his dick in my face. I
looked up into his eyes as he looked down at me, grabbing me by a fist
full of my hair to keep my face steady. I looked back down at his cock as
he jerked it only afew inches from my face. The tip was a deep red, the
wet head pulsed and throbbed as his hand pumped it back and forth. I
could see a pearly drop of pre-cum form at the slit. My eyes were glued
to the sight, even as my own cock was oozing out the last of my load.
I heard dad groan and gasp, then suddenly saw a long silvery streak shoot
out of the cock tip. Instantly I felt his grip on my hair tighten, then
the warm sensation of his sperm splattering across my left cheek,
followed by another one across my left eye before pop aimed and shoved
his shooting cock into my mouth. I gagged as I felt his 3rd, 4th and 5th
spurts fill my inexperienced mouth. Pop shoved over half his cock in,
causing the mass of his cum load to slip down into the back of my throat.
I was unprepared for the taste of his cum, and was very surprised at how
warm it felt going down my throat. Like eating warm yogurt or pudding.

Pop smiled, his head thrown back as he released his pent passion. I lay
there beneath him, my hands tied above my head as my dad sat on my chest
with half of his softening cock in my mouth. He looked down at me, the
satisfied grin on his face suddenly disappearing as the reality of what
just happened hit him.

He pulled his cock from my mouth, then immediately climbed down off of
me. He stood there silently for a minute, catching his breath as he
looked at me laying on the bed, bound with his cum streaking my face.
Without saying a word, he undid the belt that held me captive. I couldn't
help but stare at his limp cock as it bounced and swayed between his legs
as he moved. I still couldn't believe that I had the entire man thing
inside me. The cock that created me. I could almost still feel it in my
ass, still feel it stretching me wide, as if it were still fucking me.

Pop looked at me with embarrassment, picked up his clothes then left me
laying there -stunned with the taste of his cum in my mouth. My own cock
was still rock hard after never going down after I came. I fell back on
the bed and began masturbating to the memory of my lost virginity. I
didn't know what would happen, or how my relationship with my dad would
change now that he knew what had happened between us, but I knew one
thing for certain... I definitely wanted to know what it would feel like
to have his load flooding my ass, and I wasn't going to rest until I had
it.

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THANX TO ALL THE PEOPLE WHOM WROTE IN TO TELL ME HOW MUCH YOU ENJOYED THE
SERIES THUS FAR. I HAD NEVER INTENDED THIS STORY TO LAST BEYOND THE FIRST
CHAPTER, BUT DECIDED TO CONTINUE IT BECAUSE OF THE OVERWHELMING RESPONSES
I GOT. (APPARENTLY a lot OF YOU HORNY ASSES WANT TO SECRETLY FUCK YOUR
FATHERS -LOL).
I WANT TO SEND A SPECIAL THANX OUT TO PHILLYBOTM AND DLMASCNICCA FOR THE
INSPIRATION AND WORDS FOR THIS CHAPTER OF THE SERIES. HOPE YOU ALL
ENJOYED IT.
DOGG