Date: Wed, 25 Aug 1999 05:42:24 EDT
From: Roarrr201@aol.com
Subject: Family Fuck Part 8

FAMILY FUCK
written by: Roarrr201@aol.com

Warning: If you are offended by graphic descriptions of sex between men,
you should stop reading now.

This story is a fantasy. People frequently have unsafe sex in it - please
don't feel encouraged to do the same. You might risk your life.


Family Fuck

Part VIII

In the end they put me into a cell for the night because I wasn't an adult
like all the other men who were charged with "public fornication" and
because I had no papers on me. Small wonder since I was clad only in my
skimpy boxers! I hadn't found my shirt before they dragged us off to the
police-station and my jock-strap too had mysteriously disappeared. I guess
one of the guys who had me in the tearoom took it as a souvenir. Or maybe
it was one of the vice-squad officers - two of them at least looked they
were pretty much aroused by what they had witnessed in the john and the
lovingly detailed and very graphic descriptions they gave of our "offensive
behaviour" in their reports (especially of my - admittedly pretta -
sluttish actions) seemed to me to speak volumes.

The cell reeked like the cage of some repulsively smelly animal in the zoo
and it was unbearable hot but yet it seemed like a haven of peace after the
bustle of the preceeding hours. I felt strangely at ease as I sat down on
the plank bed although I had no idea what would happen next, how I could
face my Dad and the rest of the world again now that I had been caught
having "sexual intercourse with two men at the same time (oral and anal
penetration) in public" (as the police report put it). Nor did I know what
all this would meant for the impending story between me, Captain Tuggart
and Bob. I still felt absolutely no inclination to spread my legs for that
arrogant shithead of an officer and besides this it seemed highly unlikely
now that I would be able to show up for my 'appointment' with him on
time. Would he then carry out his threats and expose Bob? I was confused; I
needed some rest.

For a while I just sat on the bed, gazed into thin air, and listened
absent-mindedly to the strange sounds that came out of the long, resounding
hall and the other cells. The building was alive with a low buzz, hollow
shouts and occasional thuds that seemed to come from all sides. I sat,
starred and thought about what I had done, why I had done it and if I
wanted more of the same. The answer to this was: 'No - at least not right
away'. I also thought about what I wanted instead - and in what order. I
made a list in my mind and was still busy with that when the light was
turned off with a loud 'click'. I remembered the guard had told me that I
had ten minutes to settle down on the bed. My list wasn't very long - just
three entrances - but I felt somehow more self-assured when I had made up
my mind what mattered most.

Suddenly I became very sleepy but the drying globs of cum that covered most
of my skin began to itch like mad and I was glad to notice that the room
was equipped with a wash-basin. Pulling all my strength together I got up
again and cleaned at least my face, arms and chest. For some moments I felt
refreshed but then the thin film of cold water on my skin was quickly
replaced by sweat. I stretched out on the plank bed and drifted into an
uneasy sleep that was haunted by those muffled sounds. In my dreams I felt
myself surrounded by some unknown, huge animal that lurked behind the walls
and pried on me, scraping its pointed claws at the heavy metal door.

A soft touch on my shoulder woke me. The room was only dimly-lit and I
jumped and panicked for some seconds since I had no idea where I was or for
how long I had slept. A man bent over the bed, gazing down on me, his hand
still on my shoulder. I held my breath but then I realized who he was and
calmed down. I yawned, stretched my still sleepy body and said curtly:

"Hi, Bob, you fuckin' perv!"

Obviously he had expected something else from me. He frowned but then he
suddenly burst into laughter:

"Hey... hey... listen to her! First put your own house in order, madam,
before you start callin' your neighbor names! According to that report I've
just read the whore of Babylon was a tight-arsed, prudish virgin compared
to you, my boy.  What a surprise to find that on my desk! I didn't knew you
were into that form of public entertainment."

"Well, we all have our dark side, haven't we?"

"Meaning...?"

"Meaning that I also didn't knew you fucked not only my ass but Dad's too
until I ran into that hot scene in the living room this noon!," I yelled at
him.

"Oh...!" As he fell silent he came as close to a blush as he could
manage. It wasn't much but least he tried.

"Yeah, 'oh'...," I mimicked him, "I think I said something like that myself
back then, you know, only you guys were too noisy to notice. Much too
noisy!"

"Err... sorry, Simon! I'm really sorry you had to learn it like that," he
said and sat down by my side. Reluctantly I made place for him while he
went on: "But, you know, I... I couldn't think of a way how to tell you
... or your Dad. I always had this idea that you would freak out
then... and Frank too. It just happened with both of you and me because you
guys are so hot... and then I was stuck."

"Oh, come on, man, don't give me that shit! I know you! It made you hot
that you could have us both while neither of us knew that you had already
broken in the other member of the family too. It made you hot that I
constantly fretted about Dad comin' home early or over-hearin' us or
findin' out about us while you fucked me - and of course Dad gave you that
additional thrill too! You had some extra fun while and because we worried
and were nervous, you scheming, depraved slut!"

For a second or so he looked honestly offended - that's how I knew that I
had hit the bull's eye. But he quickly recovered. He cleared his throat and
then said:
  
"Yeah... maybe... maybe that's not so far from the thruth, but..." - and
here that the-devil-may-care-smile of his was back on his lips -
"but... you know, they say it takes a slut to know one."

He grinned at me triumphantly and I knew that it was utterly useless to
speak of my hurt feelings: this man was simply beyond shame. So I fell
silent and starred at him broodingly. We both listened to the sounds in the
hall. Doors seemed to fall shut; irregular thuds interrupted that strange,
low drone, a distant rythmic pounding could be heard for some time but was
then gone again. Amazed Bob registered the fact that his supposedly
irresistible charm had somehow failed to win me over instantly. He reached
out with one of his big hands and traced a smallish glob of sweat that ran
down my neck with the tip of his finger, following the wet line playfully
over my collarbone and further down my chest, while he said:

"Hey, Simon, don't be glum. I know I've made a mistake but things will be
easier for all of us now... and also even hotter, huh? Think of all the new
possibilities we have now, all in the family... or have those guys in the
john totally drained you?"

With his last words his finger had reached my right nipple and he encircled
the peak of sensitive skin lovingly, coating it with a thin layer of my own
sweat. I watched his movements coldly, eager to appear aloof and
disinterested but of course my tits became erect under the soft touch of
his caressing fingertip even against my will and inevitably my dick too
began to stir and twitch in my pants although I had shot so many loads
during that night that I had thought I wouldn't get it up again for at
least some days. But that proved wrong: blood rushed into the flaccid shaft
and it once again began the wonderous transformation into a solid, rockhard
bar of man meat that never failed to puzzle me.

"Course not, you shithead!," I answered rudely but my voice lacked the
appropriate anger and I couldn't bring myself to push his hand away.

"Great," he purred and used all his fingers to brush softly through the
thick mat of hair that covered my pecs, "great!"

Suddenly the mysterious, reverberating sounds were less distant then
before: a commotion was to be heard in the next room, muffled voices and
then those low thuds were there again. It sounded pretty odd and I listened
intently while my horny, hot uncle still waited for an answer. After some
moments it became all too obvious what happened in the next room: a male
voice rose above the noise and became louder and louder, groaning huskily,
panting, and the bed bumped into the wall again and again while flesh
slapped against flesh. At first the man's voice was muffled, but then the
words became clearer and clearer:

"Ohhhh, yeah... yeah, man... fuck... fuck my ass! Fuck me hard! Ram it
home, man! Ram this big, hard dick up my ass and
make... me... scream... yeah, SCREAM! Ohhhh, yeah! Make me feel all those
thick, hard inches! Arggg! Yeah... you know... know how to fuck... how to
fuck me, man! Ohhh, yeah!! Like that... up to the hilt... in just one hard
shove! I... I... need... need it bad, Officer! And hard! As hard as you
can, Officer! Fuck me, Sir! Fuck my ass hard! HARD! Please, Sir, please!!
PLEASE!!"

We both listened to these lusty cries while Bob still caressed my chest,
brushing his fingertips over my hard nipples, tucking at them playfully
from time to time. His grin broadened by the second and out of the corner
of my eyes I saw that his dick got thicker and harder and fatter at the
same speed. The giant shaft seemed ready to rip the strained fabric of his
thight uniform pants apart.  It wasn't difficult to read his mind and the
prospect was definitely very tempting, but I had made up my mind to have
fenceforth a will of my own. I gulped down hard and reminded myself of my
list. So I said as matter-of-factly as I could manage:

"Yeah, maybe you're right... we have new possiblities now. The more I think
about that, the more I like the idea, you know. How's this one: I fuck you
while Dad shoves his hard prick down your throat and we both fuck you hard
- he your face, me your butt - until we flood you with cum from both ends
at the same time? Yeah, that would be fun! Or how's this one: Dad and me
fuck you in turns? Dad gives it you hard until he's ready to cum but then
just a second before he creams up your ass he pulls out and makes space for
me. Of course I've waitin' already, holdin' my hard, droolin' dick in a
tight grip since I'm totally hot from the hot sight of you spreadin' your
legs for my old man, pantin', squirmin' under him, beggin' to be fucked
hard, and then I step forward and drill my thick, hard dick up your ass and
you scream like this guy here, overcome with lust, and I fuck you hard and
deep and fast until I'm close but then I pull out too just before the point
of no return and then it's Dad's turn again and we fuck you and fuck you
and fuck until we literally ram the cream out of your balls and you come
all over yourself without even touchin' your hard, throbbin' dick and then,
only then, we both shoot your big loads of hot, sticky cum up your clampin'
asshole, first Dad and then me, and we shoot so much jism down into your
guts that it seeps out of your sore cop ass when I finally pull my drippin'
dick out and it runs down your legs, ozzin' out of your spasmin' butthole
in a steady stream, while we turn you around and make you lick our slimy
cocks clean. How about that, uncle? A hot, hard cop fuck - all in the
family?"

He looked at me with incredulous eyes and withdrew his hand from my
chest. He still grinned at me but it looked different from his cocky smiles
that I knew so well.
 
The guy behind the wall yelled something like:

"Yeah... yeah... yeah... I... I love... love... your big dick... up my ass,
Sir! Love it! I'm yours, Sir... all yours! Take me! Take my ass! Rip my
butt apart with that thick cock! Use me, Sir! Use my ass! Fuck me... and
fuck me... and fuck me!!"

In between the pauses of the roaring man who fought for breath Bob said
flatly:

"You... want to... fuck... me?"

"Sure thing, man! Big, hard boy dick for tight cop ass! I always wanted to
give it a try but couldn't talk you into in, remember?"

"No way, man! I'm a born top and you know it. I fuck guys - and that's
it. No need for reciprocity!"

"You still don't seem to get it, uncle: tables are turned now. You owe me,
Bob! You owe Dad. You owe us for cheating on us. And you're gonna pay -
fuck for fuck for fuck, " I said sternly. "You're gonna spread those taut,
hairy ass cheeks for your nephew's hard, droolin' dick and for Dad's big
dick too. And you know what - you'll love it, just like this guy
here. Listen to him carefully, uncle, I think he can give you some ideas
for talkin' dirty while takin' it up the butt."

Bob looked nervously away and shook his head in disbelief while the guy at
the other side off the wall literally sobbed with savage need:

"Ohhh, please, Sir...please.... cum up my ass... give me your cum... your
cream... your jism... your sperm... give it to me... and make me cum!
Please, Sir, please... make me cum by cummin' up my ass... by shootin' hot
cop cum up my butt!! PLEASE! NOW! PLEASE!!"

The noise behind the wall increased even more: the cop who rode the roaring
man to glory finally made himself heard too in a husky snarl while the
bedstead bumped so forcefully against the wall as if they tried to break it
down:

"Yeah, you filthy, noisy slut! Take it! Take that my cop dick up your tight
ass! Take... take that... and that... and that! Here's what you
want... big, hard cop dick, you slut... up your butt... all of
it... here... and here again... and again... and again! Yeah, tighten that
ass, man! Milk my cock for hot cop cum with your slimy butt! Ohhh yeah,
tighten... tighten that asshole!"

My dick jerked in my boxers, spurred as much by the violent fuck we
overheard as by the hot scenario of a threesome between Dad, my uncle and
me. I grinned at my uncle and said mockingly:

"Nice phrase, don't you think? 'Tighten that ass!' I'll have to remember
that. 'Tighten that asshole!' Yeah, it's great. I think I'll have lots of
opportunity to use it during the next days, uncle, when I give it to you
hard."

 Bob remained silent, starring at me with hostile eyes, but I noticed that
his dick was as hard as before in his tight pants. The giant shaft throbbed
under the strained fabric and a wet spot of leaking pre-cum appeared half
way down his thigh where the huge head of his oversized prick was confined.

Then the man behind the wall finally reached his noisy climax and he
screamed at the top of his voice:

"Urrrghh!... Sir!... Urrggghh!!... Oh, Sir!... Take.... take my ass, Sir!
Fuck... fuck me! Hard! Hard! Yeah, really hard! Oh, allmightygodinheaven!
ALLMIGHTYGODINHEAVEN!! I'M CUMMIN'... CUMMIN', SIR! CUMMIN' FOR YOU, SIR!
CUMMIN' WITH YOUR BIG, HARD COP DICK UP MY ASS! CUMMIN' ALL OVER MYSELF!!"

For long moments the man continued to groan deep down in his chest, clearly
lost in the aftermath of a truely shattering climax. Then suddenly another
voice was to be heard behind the wall. A third man said sternly:

"Okay, buddy, pull out now. It's my turn now. I've waited long enough. I
need this sloppy ass now! Yeah, pull that dick out. Make place... make
place for me."

Someone chuckled. There was some commotion behind the wall and the man who
had taken it up the ass during the minutes before sighed deeply. Then the
new voice was back, growling: "And now, you filthy piece of ass, now, you
ass slut, prepare yourself for another hard and fast
ride. Here... comes... my.... BIG TOOL!"

A loud and painful but also lusty cry accompanied these words and after
some seconds we heard the voice of the first man again, more feeble this
time but still enthusiastically, as he moaned:

"Ohhhh, yeah, officer.... that's... that's what I need, Sir! Another cop
dick... big, hard cop dick up my slimy, well-fucked ass... filled to the
brim with hot cop juice... but I need more... more.... yeah, fuck me,
Sir.... fuck me... fuck me in turns, men.... both of you... fuck me
forever, Sir... forever! Ohhhh, yeahhhhhh!!"

Suddenly Bob jumped to his feet. He headed to the door, yanked it open and
said angrily:

"Rubbish! I won't listen to this rubbish!" I took me some time to realize
that he referred not to our noisy neighbors but to me. "Get out of here,
man," he yelled, putting particular emphasis on his words by an abrupt
movement of his head, "get your sorry ass out of here before I change my
mind!"

"You let me go?," I said and rose too.

"Yeah, but not for your sake, you prick, only for the sake of our family's
name," he growled.

"But how....," I stammered, feeling strangely disappointed by this sudden
change of my prospects. He interrupted me curtly:

"None of your business. You're lucky I had to stand in for someone in the
squad room this night. I know how to handle these things. Get out of here
and head home. Your Dad wants to see you."

"Does he know...?"

"No. I just told him you're okay - since he worried about you all night,"
he said and grabbed my still rockhard dick that tented my shorts with his
powerful hand through the thin fabric. He squeezed the pulsing shaft hard,
really hard, until my gasp told him that it hurt and snarled: "Now tell him
yourself where and how you spent the evening - or I'll do it when I come
home. And then I'll fuck some sense into you again - in case your Dad
hasn't done so by then. No, I'll do it anyway, even if he has had you!" And
with that he pushed me out of the cell.

I was already back on the street when I realized that I hadn't told Bob
about the Captain and his designs on my ass and his career. To tell the
truth I felt more than slightly confused: on the one hand I was proud of
myself since I resisted the tempting offer of my hot uncle and had at least
announced my intention to be more than his mere fuck toy in the future, but
on the other hand this emotionally satisfying revenge had cost me a
glorious hard fuck by my hot uncle and possibly also further good fucks by
some other officers who might have had time too to pay me a visit in my
cell during the night as they did to the guy in the adjoining cell. If
these were the results of my newly found sexual self-determination, I was
not sure that I really liked them. But then, sobered up by the cool night
air, I calmed down. I had had more then enough fucks during that night
already back in the restroom and was not that desparate that I needed
more. No, I told myself, first things first - and Bob hadn't had top
billing on my list, not to speak of his ass-crazy colleagues. No, that
place of honor was reserved for someone else. In the long run I would have
more than enough fun - also with my hot uncle. But first things had to be
first.

I felt strong and confident as I walked down the deserted streets in the
shadowy light of the small hours right before dawn. My dick, swinging
freely back and forth in my loose-hanging boxers, was still half hard since
the wild sex scene I had overheard in the police station never ceased to
reverberate in my mind and ears. And I looked forward to what would happen
next. The throbbing shaft started to swell even more when I turned into our
street. I was thrilled to know that Dad waited for me and I longed to see
him too - stronger then ever before.

Once again I let myself in through the kitchen door and walked slowly and
quietly into the hall, just as I had done not so many hours before. The
house was quiet and dark except for an irregularly flickering light in the
living room. I turned and looked around the corner. It was a completely
different picture this time: no sweating, writhing guys, lost in the frenzy
of a hard fuck, no noise, no shouting, but tranquility, passivity and
peace. The only source of light was the telly that was on although the
volume was turned down. In the pale light, cast into the room by an old
black-and white tear-jerker that played silently to an non-existent
audience, I saw Dad, sprawled out on the couch and sound asleep.

Suddenly I knew how he had spend the night - just by looking at him and at
the things that were scattered around him: the telephone, the glass on the
table, still partly filled, the bottle of whisky, the phone book, the
remote control. These small details told me the story of his night, a story
of rising nervousness when his only son didn't came home in the evening for
the first time ever, of late calls to friends, relatives and teachers, of
rage and panic when he learned that his son had reported sick at the
college already at noon and that nobody had seen him till then. He was
dressed in his bathrobe and this meant that he had gone to bed despite his
anger and his fears, trying to convince himself that it wasn't that unusual
and frightening when a sixteen-year-old didn't came home for the night, but
after some time, when he realized that he wouldn't find sleep this night,
he had ended up downstairs again, in front of the TV set for a long vigil
that had come to an end only some moments earlier on when Bob called to
tell him briefly and evasively that there was nothing to worry about. And
then he had fallen asleep while he still waited for me, right where he was.

I was touched. And horny as hell.

Dad lay on his stomach, his face resting on a pillow, his hands besides and
above the head, one leg fully stretched out, the other one slighty bent in
the knee and drawn up. The loose-fitting, short robe was slipped at his
neck, baring one his broad shoulders, and it was riding so high on his
thighs that the greater part of his long, muscular legs was exposed. My
eyes roamed freely over his strong claves and thick thighs that were
covered with those golden hairs that I had always admired so strongly since
all the hair on my body was dark as coal. And I scrutinized the perfectly
rounded mounds of his taut buttocks that were clearly visible underneath
the folds of the creased bathrobe. Its seam was less than an inch below the
point were his heavily muscled thighs met and his asscrack began - the dark
cleft that devided those two jutting buns. I couldn't take my eyes away
from the shadowy spot under the robe' seam where I got a glimpse of his
balls that were partly visible between his spread legs. For a second Dad
murmured and moved in his sleep and it looked as if he pushed his ass
slighty upwards into the air, drawn towards me by some strange magnetism.

My dick got harder then ever before at this sight and started to leak
pre-cum in a steady flow. I felt that I was about to make good progress
with my list.

Slowly I bent down over his sprawled body and reached for the remote
control. I felt the heat of his strong body and smelt his warm skin and my
dick jerked like mad in my shorts. Inhaling deeply I gazed down on his
face. He smiled faintly in his sleep and looked different from the man I
had seen every day of my life: less mature, more vulnerable. And sexy as
hell. For the first time ever I noticed that he had very long eyes lashes
and elaborately chiseled, sensual lips that stood in striking contrast to
his square jaws. His full lips was slightly parted and I heard his faint
breathing while he stirred again, lost in some dream that I would never
know about. A wave of tenderness and love welt up in me as I looked down on
his peaceful face and I inhaled once again his intoxicating scent. Then the
images of his strong body, writhing in front of Bob who drove his giant
dick up his ass, were back in my mind, and the sound of his voice too,
pleading urgently to be fucked - only this time they didn't hurt me
anymore. No, they carried an exquisite promise that sent shivers down my
spine and made me tremble in anticipation.

I switched the TV set off and everything around me was engulfed by
darknesss. While I waited for my eyes to adopt I straightened and stepped
out of my shorts and sneakers. Now I was stark naked. Slowly Dad's frame
became visible again. My eyes burned over his muscular body, stretched out
on the couch, his bare shoulder shimmering in the dim light that fell
through the curtains, his strong legs sightly apart, his ass right there in
front of me, within my reach, covered by nothing else than the thin fabric
of a loose-hanging robe. And I saw my dick, protruding straight forward
into the air, a solid bar of hard meat that throbbed and pulsed with
mounting desire, hovering above my sleeping, skimpily dressed Dad. More
pre-cum oozed out of my slimy, glistening dickhead until a small drop of
the sticky lube fell down only to be followed by still more globs that
dropped onto one of his strong calves and coated his skin. But he was sound
asleep and didn't notice this soft, wet touch, the harbinger of things to
come.

Finally, when I felt that I couldn't wait any longer without loosing my
load right there and then, I crouched behind him, careful not to wake him,
and then I reached for his buttocks with sweaty, trembling hands and pushed
the seam of the robe further up until his ass was completely exposed. He
didn't stir and his breathing remained as steady as before. I bent slowly
down until my face was right above those heavy rounded buns. My heart raced
at double speed and my breathing was flat and labored as I feasted my eyes
on the trim ass completely revealed to me and I marvelled at the fullness
and the perfect shape of the two globes of bulging muscle.

 And then I lowered my face and my hot breath brushed across the deep
crevice that separated his strong, taut buns. An incredibly rich odor
filled my nostrils and lungs as I inhaled deeply, reverentially. I felt the
urge to lunge forward forcefully, my tongue stuck out, dripping with
saliva, and to drill it his ass in just one visciously strong shove, but I
knew that it made no sense to startle a sleeping man so I began to kiss the
firm buns gently. He stirred and I licked around his asscrack with long,
wet strokes, circling the centre of my desire with my caressing tongue.

Suddenly he woke up and tensed, growling: "What the fuck..." in a sleepy,
husky voice. I swirled my tongue over the smooth skin of his buttocks with
double speed and felt that he flexed them involuntarily to even more
impressive muscular hardness, while I silently prayed that my plan would
succeed. And then I lapped at the hairy crevice of his asscrack and pushed
my face forward, my wet tongue darting out, exploring, drilling deep to
meet the bottom, to find his asshole.

He jumped but that only helped me to press my face even more tightly
between his firm buns and brought my swirling tongue only deeper into the
narrow, sweaty cleft. The taste on my tongue made me wild: it was different
from everything I knew: ripe, intoxicating and - above all - male. Just
male. Then I heard his voice again and I froze, trying hard to understand
what he said above the incessant hammering of rushing blood in my
ears. With some difficulties I heard him say:

"Oh boy, horny again, you sex-crazy bastard?"

I felt him relax and knew that I had won. My heart and my rockhard,
dripping dick leapt as my tongue pushed forward, drilling still deeper down
into my Dad's sweaty, smelly asscrack, and leapt again even more strongly
when I finally found the puckered circle of his asshole. I groaned deep in
my throat and grabbed his buns with both hands, kneading them with strong
fingers for some moments before I began to spread them apart to make place
for my face, to give me better leverage to press my mouth and nose as
tightly between his muscular buttocks as possible.

Dad moaned and said huskily:

"What are you doin' here this early, man?"

My tongue brushed up and down over the wrinkled, sweaty flesh, flicking
lightly over the puckered circle of his hole, wetting it with a generous
flow of spit, and in between I growled, easily adopting the appropriate
deep-chested timbre:

"Eatin' you out, man!"

And with that my tongue pushed hard against the muscular resistance of his
asshole, probing, jabbing, pressing at the clamping, strong muscle, and Dad
moaned:

"Ohhh yeah... lick that ass! Mhhhh... I love that! Yeah... get that tongue
up there! Give it to me, man! Give me your wet, probin' tongue and lick my
ass! Ohhhh, yeah... push... push your tongue up my ass! Eat me out.... eat
me out good!"

My mind reeled and my dick throbbed and jerked violently, slapping hard
against my heaving stomach, when I heard my Dad talking dirty like that and
I groaned loud, enthusiastically, like an animal in heat, while I kissed
his asshole again and again, caressing it with my swirling tongue,
encircling it, probing in between the spasming muslce with its pointed tip,
eager to enter him for good, to rim his ass, to fuck that puckered, tight
hole with my whole tongue.

I felt his asshole loosening as he pushed his body upwards to meet my
exploring tongue and moaned louder, butting his rear end eagerly against my
face, allowing me to push further, deeper into his tight ass. The ring
muscle loosened and I probed with my pointed tongue and then suddenly it
slipped through, behind the clamping ring muscle, and my tongue went all
the way up my Dad's ass! I was crazy with lust and shook with an animal
passion that made me mindless of anything except his ass and its taste, its
texture and its smell. I drove my tongue around in his ass, probing really
deep, and heard him moan loud and felt that my dick, jerking up and down
and back and forth between my bent legs, grew even harder, hotter and
longer then before; I slurped up the taste of Dad's butthole, gulping down
my spit and his assjuice, and drove my tongue forcefully back into his ass,
reaching new, still deeper areas of his guts, and my body tensed in a hard
strain and against my will my aching balls and my throbbing cock began to
quiver, shake and tremble and I froze for a second and groaned as loud as I
could with my tongue buried deep in Dad's clamping, spasming asshole and
then a huge load of scaldingly hot cum shot out of my dick although I
hadn't touched it, gushing forward with viscious force like a spring tide
that finally hits the shore. The first jets crashed against the underside
of my chin and sprayed over Dad's asscheeks and his balls that swung freely
back and forth between his widespread thighs, and then another row of jet
after jet of sticky cum erupted out of the quivering dickhead and hit his
thighs and claves as well as my stomach. I was lost in a frenzy of lust and
groaned in heat, swirling my raspy tongue around and around in his tight
ass, jabbing it in and out, rimming him juicily, noisily, scooping up my
own cum from his taut asscheeks with my tongue, probing in again, adding my
jism to my spit to make his asshole even more slippery, while more thick
globs of cum gushed out of my throbbing dick, flooding the whole couch.

Of course Dad noticed what happened at his back, that I came all over him
and all over the place, and he cuckled between lusty moans:

"Hey, man... you sure are horny! Ohhh, yeah... that's hot.... so fuckin'
hot! Move that tongue... give me more! Move it... eat my ass, man! Rim
me... rim my ass! Fuck... fuck me with your tongue! Ohhh, yeah... like
that! Make me... slick... and slippery!You... have me on the edge... again
already. I'm close, man... so fuckin' close... just from your fuckin', hot
tongue up my ass!"

Reluctantly I pulled back and raised my head. My hand sneaked under his
body and I grabbed his rockhard dick, squeezing the thick shaft hard. The
touch of the thick, throbbing shaft send a wave of lust through my body and
my dick that just had begun to soften instantly became steel hard again. I
made indeed excellent progress with my list. To my surprise I realized that
Dad had somehow got out of his bathrobe while I had been busy rimming his
tight, tasty asshole: it lay on the floor and he was stretched out in front
of me in all his glory, stark naked just as me. My eyes roamed hungrily
over his narrow hips and his broad back that was shaped like a perfect V
and rippled with muscles every time he moved his head or arms.

Spit dripped down my chin and dropped onto Dad's upturned ass as I hovered
above him, exploring his huge dick with my trembling fingers. I couldn't
see the pulsing shaft that was hidden under his strong body but still
admired its hardness and the heat it emanated. I had seen it earlier on,
hard, throbbing, jerking in a violent climax, and now I had my fingers
closed around it and stroked it, running my palm back and forth over the
smooth but also rockhard bar of man meat. The idea that this very dick had
sirred me sixteen years before made my mind spin and my cock jerk like
mad. Panting, fighting for breath, delirious, I then managed to croak:

"We're not finished yet!"

Dad moved, stretching his powerful body gracefully like a cat, and his hard
cock throbbed strongly in the tight grip of my hand as he murmured softly
into the pillow:

"I hoped so."

I moved into place instantly. Although I was sure that there was no need
for any more lubricant I yet scopped up my cum from his asscheeks and legs
with my other hand and reached for his butt with trembling, soiled
fingers. Holding my breath I then pushed my index finger that dripped with
huge globs of cum slowly into his ass. One knuckle disappeared, engulfed by
a burningly hot, velvety smoothness, and I pushed again and then the other
knuckle went up his ass, and I added still more pressure and then my whole
finger was completely stuck up Dad's butt. His huge cock jerked in response
in my hand and I gasped, overcome by a totally new feeling of power and
desire. I had never been so hot in my whole life. Dad moaned and I rotated
my finger around in the tight grip of his clamping asshole, starring with
incredulous eyes at the point were my hand and his body met in the most
intimate manner. He moaned again and I pushed my middle finger into his ass
too, first the tip, then the upper part up to the first knuckle, then the
whole length of it, feeling for his prostrate, shoving also still more of
my cum up his ass and spreading the spasming hole wider apart. He sighed
enthusiastically:

"Ohhhh, yeah... ohhhhhhh, yeaaaahhh!"

Finger number three went up his ass only with some difficulties since it
now felt so tight that I was afraid it would break my bones, but I
succeeded nevertheless thanks to the generously thick coating of cum on my
hand, and so I fucked him with three fingers, struggling with the powerful
grip of his clamping ring muscle, loosening it, spreading it wider and
wider apart. And he enjoyed it immensely. His dick jumped and twitched in
my hand and he threw his head back, moaning huskily:

"Ohhh, yeah... yeah... come on now... I need it now... need it bad... fuck
me... fuck me now... shove that big, hard dick up my ass... and fuck me! It
won't get more slick and slimy... that's simply impossible... with all the
spit and cum that's already up there... your cum. Come on, man... give me
that cock... and more of that cum... right there up my ass. I want
it... I'm aching for it... for your big, hard dick... and the huge load of
your hot cum! Shove it in... fuck me... fuck me till you shoot that load!
Fuck! Fuck me hard!"

Once again just the fact that I heard my Dad talking like that almost
pushed me over the edge. I bit on my lips hard to prevent myself from
cumming again and waited until I had at least slightly calmed down
again. Then I pulled my fingers out of his ass and began slowly, cautiously
to move forward. I let go of his hard, throbbing dick to guide my own cock
to his asshole, bending the hard shaft down, pushing his asscheeks apart,
and then I brushed the drooling, slimy cockhead over the puckered opening,
slithered over it with my hot, wet dick, and pressed forward, shoving the
thick dickhead past the barrier of the strong ring muscle, pushing slowly
into his ass. The incredible heat and the feeling of velvety smoothness was
there again, only that it surrounded my twitching dick this time instead of
my comparably numb finger, and I knew that I wouldn't last long although I
had shot a huge load of cum only some seconds before. But this was my first
fuck and it was my Dad's ass that I fucked - and it was the hottest thing I
had ever experienced.

Thankfully Dad gave me some time to rest. He groaned and said:

"Hey, man, stop... stop for a moment! I... can't take it so fast... give me
some time to adjust... there's quite a difference between your tongue and
your cock, you know... it's big, your cock, so goddamn big... really
big... I... I can't take it as easily as your hot tongue... I need some
time... to adjust... to that rod... so huge... so hard... so thick... so
fuckin', fuckin' beautiful."

His voice trailed off and I felt his ass contract around the head of my
dick that stuck up his butt and drooled and throbbed and jerked like never
before in the maddeningly tight grip of the strong ring muscle. We both
froze for a long moment, breathing hard, moaning softly, while I waited for
a sign that he was ready for more. I lowered my head and began to lick and
kiss his broad, heavily muscled back, trailing my wet tongue up and down
his spine. And then Dad moved again: he lifted his hips eagerly and I
responded by shoving forwards, and suddenly inch after inch of by big, hard
dick slid slowly and easily into his tight asshole as if it was drawn into
his guts by some invincible power. My dick seemed to get thicker and harder
and fatter with every inch that went up Dad's butt and he arched his back,
desparate now to get all of my big dick up his ass, to be filled completely
by it, and hissed:

"Ohhhhhh, yessssss.... give me that big rod! Stretch my ass with that thick
bar of hard man meat! Stretch it wide! Take my ass... take me... with that
huge pole... oozin' pre-cum into me... makin' me hot... and
hotter... turnin' me on... makin' me want more... more... more
fucks... with that big, hard cock! Ohhhh, Jezusss, you're hung... born to
fuck... to fuck me... feels so good... so fuckin' good... to have that big
thing up my ass!"

Sweat poured out of every cell of my skin as I moved over him, pushing my
hips forward, shoving my hard dick down into his welcoming ass and brushing
my stubbly chin over his back at the same time, making sure that my bristly
chest hair scratched and tickled his skin. And then, when my mouth reached
the back of his thick neck, when I began to lap at the soft skin between
his shoulderblades, to bite playfully into his powerful shoulders and his
thick neck, right then I reached the bottom: my over-loaded, hairy balls
slapped at his well-rounded, hard buttocks, and my entire cock was engulfed
by his tight ass and stuck in his hot guts, up to the hilt, pulsing,
twitching, jerking, at the point of eruption. I lay atop of him for some
time, motionless, fighting for breath, my throbbing dick buried deep in his
butthole while my wiry chest hair scratched on his broad back, and I
reached out for his hands and gripped them and our fingers
entwined. Suddenly I felt closer to him then ever before - as if the fact
that my hard, drooling cock was stuck up his clamping, spasming asshole in
itself had not been enough to establish real intimacy between us. But when
I gripped his hands and pressed them hard and felt that he responded,
pressing my hand with sweaty fingers, silently communicating his passion, I
knew that we were about to become one during the following moments.

I licked at Dad's ear and made my achingly hard dick throb and jerk in his
hot butthole and then he moaned:

"Yeah, now I'm full... so full of big, hard cock... so incredibly
full... up my ass... your crotch hair scratchin' at my buttocks... big,
hairy balls pressed against them... heavily loaded balls... filled to the
brim with thick, hot cum... thick, hard shaft of man meat pulsin' and
throbbin' in my ass... that means... I've taken it all... all your fuckin'
hard inches... and that means... that I'm ready... ready now... to be
fucked... fucked hard... by that huge pole! Yeah... ready to be
fucked... by that ramrod. Come on now... fuck... fuck me! Fuck me now!"

Naturally I complied: biting the back of his neck and licking his ears in
turns I began to move my hips, pulling my rockhard dick slowly, gradually
out of his spasming asshole, retracting until nearly all of the thick,
throbbing shaft were out. I froze for a second or two to let him feel the
aching emptiness that my hard dick had left in his guts, teasing him, and
then thrust my hips forward again, shoving my prick in in just one forceful
shove, slamming the throbbing shaft back home hard, up into his butt, and
my heart leapt with joy and excitement when I heard him cry out, loud and
lustily, and felt that he began to work on my rod with his butt, tightening
his strong ass muscle, then relaxing it for a second, flexing and unflexing
the tight grip in turns, milking my dick for the huge load of cum that was
stored in my aching balls, fucking himself with my hard cock, pushing his
hips upwards, eager to meet my thrusting hips and my deep-driving dick that
slid into his ass again and again, up to the hilt, while I shoved in and
pulled out, plunged forward and retreated, drove deep and pulled out,
rammed home again, sliding forward, giving him all I had to give and as
hard as I could, hard and fast and long and deep, and then even harder and
faster then before.

He whimpered, sobbed and gasped for air and cried:

"Fuck that ass, man! Fuck... fuck... fuck me, stud! It's... hot... so
hot... so fuckin' hot! Shove your big, hard cock in! I can't take... much
more... can't hold out... any more... it's hot... so fuckin'
hot... wild... hard... hot... and I'm... gonna bust my nuts... gonna
cum... cum... pretty fuckin' soon! I'm close, stud... so fuckin'
close... ready... ready to cum!"

Desparate not to miss his climax my hand sneaked quickly under his writhing
body and I grapped the huge shaft of his throbbing dick and wrapped my
fingers around it. It was slick with sweat and pre-cum and felt even hotter
and thicker in my palm then before. I tightened my grip around the pulsing
rod, forming a fuck tube with my fingers that were still slimy with my own
cum and Dad's assjuice, and squeezed and groped with my slithery hand, and
felt that the hard shaft became even hotter and thicker, doubling in length
and girth, and grapped it hard and heard Dad grunt loud, deep-chested,
helpless, and his big, muscular body tensed under me and he threw his head
back and cried in exctasy and then cum spewed out of the huge head of his
jerking dick in an endless row of vollies that would have done justice to a
bull and coated my hand and created an incredibly large pool of thick,
creamy sperm on the couch while he yelled:

"BIG... FUCKIN'... LOAD... OF CUM! HERE... HERE... IT IS!! RIGHT
NOW... CUMMIN'... CUMMIN' NOW!!"

At the same time I writhed and squirmed on his powerful back, snapping my
hips foward again and again, hunching my jerking cock into his tight,
hungrily accepting asshole, and wriggled my hips to drive even more of my
dick down into his butt, to touch the ultimate depths of his guts, sighing,
panting, gasping, and long-dicked him with fiery thrusts, so hard and fast
that my balls hurt painfully when they slapped at his taut buttocks again
and again with loud, smacking sounds, but yet I couldn't stop, I had to go
on and on, lost in a frenzy of lust, moaning and groaning, thrashing and
straining, tensing and spasming, and he rotated his ass and flexed all the
muscles he could control to milk the cum out of my throbbing, deep-driving
dick and spread his legs even wider, allowing my cock to dig even deeper
into his guts, and I fucked and fucked and fucked him until finally my
balls drew close to their base, and then I roared too and drove my
throbbing dick into his ass one more time, for the last time, as deep as
was humanly possible, shaking all over, and then I plunged into darkness,
losing control, wracked by long, intense spasms, and felt that my cock
exploded with the most violent climax I had ever experienced, recoiling
again and again as blast after blast of hot, thick cum shot out, spraying
out of the jerking shaft that pumped and pumped more and more jism out of
my aching balls, and all of it, all that hot, sticky cream, all those big
globs and huge squirts of sperm, of my sperm, sluiced up Dad's ass and
filled his guts to the point of overflowing.

I think I then passed out for some moments.

When I came back to my senses I still lay atop Dad's broad back, sliding
back and forth on the slickness of his and my own sweat whenever I
moved. His breathing was calmer then, but still far from normal - just as
mine. His spasming asshole milked my softening dick for even more cum. I
kissed and licked at his neck gently, relishing the delicious taste of his
sweat, but suddenly I remembered that I was in for yet another and even
better treat: careful not to spill any of the precious liquid I brought my
slimy, soiled hand up to my mouth and then began to lick the huge globs of
my Dad's hot cum from my fingers with long, hungry strokes of my tongue,
smacking my lips, scooping all of the tasty jism in my mouth and drinking
it down until nothing was left. The taste was simply overpowering and the
thought that I licked up my Dad's cum, the same substance that had been
essential in creating me, proved to be the best aphrodisiac ever: my cock
sprang to new life in his clamping ass and started to swell and throb
again. Dad chuckled as he felt that and moaned contentedly:

"You're so hot, Bob, incredibly hot!"

This was my cue. I kissed his ear gently and then said softly:

"So are you, Dad."



(to be continued)


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