Date: Fri, 14 Aug 2015 07:14:02 +0000 (UTC)
From: jhtravus@yahoo.com
Subject: Getting My Moody Son to Lighten Up Chapter 3

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      If I'd have known how radically my life would change from that day on
I would have seriously reconsidered that bargain I had extended. Don't get
me wrong, the sex was great. I was having the best sex of my life getting
nailed by my son multiple times a day, but trying to keep up with a
teenager's sex drive is a losing battle.

	My part of our little agreement was that he could have my ass any
time he wanted. And he sure took me up on that. The only time we weren't
fucking was when we were sleeping and that was just the time he needed to
stock up on the cum he needed to fill his old man up the rest of the next
day. Needless to say my body was in shock. The amount of orgasms Jeff had
been putting me through was certainly not what it was used to. Jeff would
want to fuck day in and day out. Any time our eyes met he would throw me
against a wall, or a chair, or a sink, or a bed, or a couch, and fuck me
until we had both blown our loads. That was his little rule I hadn't quite
agreed to. Any time he fucked me he made sure I blew a load or he would
just keep going. It was kind of a sweet torture. There might be a day in
the future where my poor body just can't keep up with him production-wise,
but we had yet to see it. Even if I felt like he had drained every single
last drop of sperm from my body, if he wanted another load from me he found
a way to get it.

	My son had made it quite clear that while I may be the boss in
every other aspect in life, he was the boss when it came to fucking. Part
of me wonders if he is trying to get me to say uncle so that he can win and
have me drop out of our bet, but I was not going to yield. My son says the
word, I bend over. I wasn't going to back out.

	My son has been fucking me for about two months now. Right now he
has me on my back. He likes fucking me on my back like this so he can kiss
me while he deposits his load into my ass. It was things like this that let
me know I made the right choice that fateful day. Jeff never would have
kissed anyone two months ago. He was too angry at the world. But now if he
gets angry he just fucks me. Not that he takes out his anger on my
ass. Instead he converts that hateful energy into lust. His grades have
skyrocketed and his demeanor has changed. They always say that you should
neuter a dog that has aggression issues and he will change for the
better. I say give that dog something he can mount any time he wants to and
you will see what he is truly capable of. His teachers have also noted
Jeff's change. If only they knew what caused it.

	So here we are fucking on what used to be my bed. Jeff likes to
fuck me in my own bed. He gets off on it. Though lately he seems to be
commandeering it for himself at night. I didn't mind. I liked him sleeping
next to me.

	Right now he is railing hard into me. He likes to really fuck me
hard before bed. "Give me that load, Dad." He commands, leaning down to
kiss me sensually. "We're not stopping til you give me that load."

	This was the seventh time he had mounted me today and I was about
to cum yet again. "Here it comes, son. Fuck it out of me. You know how to
do it, come on." I said, pounding at my cock to coax its final load for the
night.

	"Oh fuck, son, here it comes. Just like that. Right there. I'm
coming! Right there! UUUUUUUUHHHHHHH" I wailed as I reached my orgasm. My
whole body was working tirelessly to pump out its seventh load for the
day. Yet I was still in ecstasy each time. I kissed him and wrapped my
hands around his hips as I let the orgasm sweep over me.

	"You call that a load?" Jeff said, still pumping into me.

	I managed to look down and much to my dismay, the only evidence of
the earth shattering orgasm Jeff had just inflicted on me was a pitiful
drop of cum running slowly down my large shaft.

	"Nuh uh. I want a real load." Jeff said as he began long dicking me
making sure to hit my prostate each time he went back in.




	Later that week after I got home from work Jeff had started cooking
dinner already.

	"That sure smells good, son." I complimented, leaning over his
shoulder and watching him stir.

	"I'm glad. There's something for you on the table." He gestured.

	"Really?" I said, inquisitively. I walked over to the table and
paused, confused.

	"What are these?" I asked, picking up what appeared to be a bottle
containing little blue pills.

	"Now, Dad, I think you're smart enough to figure out what `the
little blue pill' is." He said passively as he tended to the stove.

	"Is this Viagra?" I asked in disbelief.

	"Ding ding ding."

	"Son, why do you want me to take Viagra? Don't I already put out
enough for you?" I laughed.

	He ignored me.

	"Is this about earlier this week? Son, I'm in my 40's. I'm not
meant to blow 10 loads a day like you are."

	He said from the stove, "When I agreed to my end of the deal I
agreed to fucking a human being, not a blow up doll. When I'm fucking you I
want you to want it. You know I won't cum until I make you cum."

	"Son, I came. Trust me." I said, getting frustrated. "Just because
my 43 year old body simply can't produce as much sperm as yours can doesn't
mean I'm not enjoying myself. The orgasm feels just as good."

	"So then what's the harm in taking it then?" He asked, gesturing to
the pills.

	"It- it's justÉ" I struggled, sort of feeling emasculated by the
implication. "Any man my age who is having sex at least 6 times a day would
be considered a medical anomaly. I feel like I've been keeping up with you
pretty good." I said, getting offended.

	"Dad, I'm the boss when it comes to fucking." He said, walking over
to the table and crossing his arms. "You get to be the boss 90% of the
time, but I'm in charge when it comes to this."

	I looked at my son and knew he was right. Obediently I opened up
the bottle and took out a pill and held it in my palm nervously. I had
never done Viagra in my life. Because there was no way in hell I could ever
need it. My sex drive was outrageous for a man my age.

	"Take two." My son commanded, smiling at me deviously.

	"Are you fucking crazy?" I yelled.

	"What's the worst that can happen?" He laughed. "What, you think
you're going to want more sex than me?"

	"Not possible." I smirked.

	"Then take them."

	He folded his arms again as he watched me take two capsules, like a
parent making sure their child takes their multivitamin. I laughed at the
fucked up irony. My methods for keeping my son in school and on good
behavior may have been unorthodox, but his grades had gone up and he seemed
happy for the first time since I can remember. And if my sacrifice was
getting to now enjoy the best sex of my life each and every day while
forging a bond with my son then it was a sacrifice I was more than willing
to make.

	I didn't feel the effects of the little blue pills until about 15
minutes after I took them. WHAM. Here I was sitting nervously in my chair
expecting a slight buzz, but in a matter of 3 seconds I went from nervously
flaccid to rock hard and horny.

	"Uh son." I mumbled, slowly getting up from the chair. "I uh- I
think it's working." I said, pointing to the huge erection concealed in my
pants.

	"Well well well" He smiled, admiring the mound in my pants from
across the kitchen. "That's a pretty huge problem you've got there, pops."
He teased, turning his head back to the stove.

	"Damn, I didn't expect this stuff to work this well. I could break
a window with this thing." I laughed incredulously, grabbing at my
throbbing dick through the pants that were stretching at the seams to
accommodate it.

	My son continued to stir, ignoring me.

	"Where do you want me, son?" I asked, unbuttoning my shirt and
throwing it on the ground.

	"Sorry?" He asked, innocently. He was loving this.

	"Come on, son, I need it bad." I said frantically, removing my
pants and my underwear, my rock hard, huge cock slapping me in the
stomach. I moved over to the couch, my cock swinging around along the way,
and got on all fours, anxiously awaiting the intoxication of my son's big,
thick dick snaking its way up my willing ass.

	"Eh, I'm not really in the mood right now." He said, wickedly.

	"Huh?" I questioned, leaning my head over to his direction from my
ready-to-be-fucked position on the couch.

	"I'm just not really in the mood right now." He repeated,
continuing to stir.

	My heart sank. The little fucker had this planned all along. He
went out and got me Viagra, even though we both know I didn't need it, made
me take double the dose, and then when I'm practically rabid for getting
laid he was going to deny me sex. He was punishing me for not blowing a big
enough load earlier this week.

	I got up from my all fours position and walked over to him
cautiously. "Please son, I need it bad." I begged.

	I leaned over his shoulder and kissed his cheek. My chest hair
rubbed against his back.

	"You really want it?" He asked softly, pulling me in for a kiss.

	"Yeah, I want it, son." I moaned, savoring his tongue against
mine. He reached behind his back and grasped my rock hard, throbbing
cock. With the other hand he wet his index finger with my tongue and I
moaned into him as I felt his warm finger dancing around my asshole.

	Just as his finger was about to enter me, he suddenly broke our
kiss and released my cock. I whined uncontrollably.

	"Maybe tomorrow." He smiled wickedly and went back to stirring.

	I stood there naked, boned up, and frustrated. I knew there was no
use in me begging anymore. He had me right where he wanted me. Sure, it
would have probably felt amazing to him as he dumped a few loads up his old
man's ass, but the satisfaction of watching me beg for him to fuck me, and
then getting to refuse me, probably felt even better. Slowly but surely my
own son was stripping me of my pride and authority. And deep down inside of
this masculine, handsome, big-dicked, 43 year old man there was a little,
tiny part of me that was turned on because of it. If there was anything my
son was good at, it was mind games. And boy did the little fucker have me
wrapped around his finger.