Date: Sun, 11 Mar 2012 01:30:26 -0500
From: jack reddy <jackbequicky@gmail.com>
Subject: How I Became Dad's Special boy

Disclaimer: This is a role play fantasy about father & son, sub/dom. All
characters are portrayed to be legal, consenting adults and this story in
no way condones or encourages incest or sex with minors. If you are not a
legal adult, please read no further.  If you are offended by themes of
incest, this story is not for you. You have been warned.

I came from the father of a man's man; tough, rugged and beautifully
masculine with dark Italian features and a permanent 4 o'clock shadow; that
was my Dad. My 2 older brothers were perfect reflections of my Dad too;
both sharing in his dark looks and muscular physic (though thinner) and
they were on track to be just like him. I was the odd man out, so to say. I
looked like my Dad and my brothers, but never felt like I was totally on
the same wave length as them. They could all talk about girls together, be
equally as excited about a football game that was coming on T.V.  I was a
good pretender, but those things never quite made me as excited as it
seemed to make them.

My Dad was an extreme chauvinist and he found "the woman "(my mom) that fit
with his traditional values (as he called them). I thought he was out of
step with the times and I really hated how he degraded women, from little
comments he would make about women in politics to the expectations of my
mother that she make dinner every night and bring him a beer when he came
home. My mom never complained and seemed perfectly happy in that role.
Sometimes I wished she would just tell him off or tell him to get his own
damn beer, but she never did. She absolutely loved him in every way.

Maybe it was because Dad was extremely romantic and would do really awesome
things for her too, like buy her a new car on her birthday or take her
around the world on trips to countries she always wanted to visit. He loved
her deeply, I had no doubt about that, though he still thought women had
their proper place and that was to serve men.

I explain this only because it is important in understanding my Dad and his
thought process when it came to me. I was always treated like my brothers.
He expected us to be hard working, athletic, tough and to share his
chauvinistic view on women and men. Men were the providers and it was our
responsibility to take care of women as he felt he was doing. That meant we
had to do well in school so we could get high paying jobs and we also had
to know how to take care of ourselves in a fight.

Dad's extreme chauvinism was matched only by his homophobia.  Dad thought
of gays as a bunch of feminine queens that marched in parades. He didn't
consider them men, because to do so would have challenged his belief that
real men were supposed to be like he was. He wasn't mean to gay people
though. We had a barber who cut all of our hair, and he was very obviously
gay. Dad was very nice to him, but almost a little too nice and I didn't
understand a first.

When Dad interacted with his straight guy friends, it was all rough and
touch, and macho stuff. With the gay guy, he essentially treated him like
he was dealing with a women (minus the flirting part). I tucked these
observations away, becoming more interested in my Dad's behavior as I got
older.

My brothers and I had always shared a bathroom so it was common for us to
be naked together. But at some point, I became very interested in my both
of my brother's genitalia and their bodies. Because we were all athletic
and competitive, we always tried to outdo one another, comparing bicep
sizes and the hair on our bodies. Every one of us wanted to be as hairy and
muscular as our Dad, who we had all seen naked many times. Nudity was never
a taboo in our house, being all guys except Mom. She'd seen all of us so we
never felt intimidated to be naked around her either.

What I didn't realize at first was that I really looked forward to shower
time and all of us being naked together and horsing around, which often
involved wrestling matches with our bodies rubbing against each other and
the occasional grabbling of each other's balls and asses. On more than one
occasion, one of us would spring a boner, but we thought nothing of
it. We'd all seen each other's hard- ons on numerous mornings plus we'd
often catch each other jacking off in the shower or in our rooms.  Each of
us was fortunate to have our own room since we had a huge house.

Dad thought nothing of it when he would catch us jerking off. He never
acted awkward or embarrassed. He would look you right in the eye when you
had your cock in your hand, say whatever he needed and then close the
door. I always admired him for that.  "Just boys being boys" he'd said on
numerous occasions. Mom was always more careful to knock, but Dad didn't
care. He'd come from a family himself with several brothers so he knew what
to expect when young men and hormones were involved. I was always a little
excited when Dad would catch me, I have to admit.

We'd all had the sex talk with Dad too. One of the first things he told us
was about masturbation and that it was natural and that he did it too. He
also told us about girls and getting them pregnant and more importantly,
how not to. He gave us each a stash of condoms and told us to let me know
if we needed more. He also warned us about the expiration date and to
always check. He was adamant that we protect ourselves from causing an
unwanted pregnancy or catching a disease.

We also had access to his porn collection, though he told us that was
between us guys and not to tell mom about it. He only had two rules, keep
it secret from Mom and put it back when you're done. This was prior to the
age of instant porn on the internet, so we all still relied on magazines
and VHS.

None of us, except Dad, had a VHS player, so we'd usually get a magazine
from the garage (hidden in a drawer of his tool box) and we'd sneak it into
our rooms. Dad was a regular subscriber to Playboy and Hustler, so he
usually had new issues. He also had a couple of raunchier ones with actual
sex going on and a deck of sex cards, which were my favorites.

I realized they were my favorites because they showed a lot of men with
hard cocks. The joker was a cock with a women's mouth licking it. It was
hot!

So little by little, I began to realize I was different. I still couldn't
admit that I was gay.  I thought of it merely as sexual exploration and
curiosity. My brothers also horsed around naked and got hard-ons. I guess
the difference was that I looked forward to those times, to rubbing against
them, to seeing them jerking off and seeing them naked in the bathroom. I
also wanted to see my father naked more often and started making more
frequent trips to his bedroom when he was showering, pretending to need
this or that from his bathroom.  I never thought my Dad noticed and he
seemed completely oblivious to my fascination. He would get out of the
shower when I was in there and towel himself in front of me without
thinking anything about it, while carrying on a conversation with me.

My visits increased and it was common for me to see my Dad once or twice a
week while he was showering. I just couldn't help myself. Here was a man
that I loved and respected (minus he archaic views) with a body that my
sexual dreams were made of. His body was muscular, developed and covered
with dark thick hair all over, from his legs to his chest and an extra
thick, full dark patch around his cock, which hung down and rested on two
very large balls. I loved everything about seeing him naked, from the
visual beauty to the smell of his deodorant and soap mixed with his natural
scent. I longed to be closer with him, but I didn't know why.

One day something unexpected happened. I'd gone to Dad's bedroom as usual
and he was just getting ready for his shower. He had just taken off his
underwear and was standing nude in front of me.

"Do you want to join me son," he said. I was taken aback and stuttered
something about "taking one later."

" No, come on, it'll be fun. Shower's plenty big for both of us, plus you
can leave your brother's some hot water," he said. His tone indicated he
would book no refusal.

"O.K." I said, trying to sound casual, though not feeling casual about it
at all. I didn't really understand why Dad wanted me to shower with him,
but I couldn't think of a good reason to say no, giving the fact that I had
been visiting him showering a couple of times a week.

I closed his bedroom door and took off my tee-shirt and athletic shorts and
boxers. Dad turned on the water, adjusted the temperature and got in. I
stepped into it, my heart pounding a little. The dual shower was plenty
large. I could only imagine my Dad in here with Mom and what they did,
though she usually preferred baths from what she said.

We talked and showered together, just two guys, nothing unusual. I was
trying not to stare at Dad too much, but the occasional temptation to look
as his cock and balls was just too much to completely avoid.  Dad caught me
once or twice looking down at him, but didn't say anything about it.

Dad handed me his bar of soap and asked me to get his back. He turned
around, his round, firm, slightly hairy ass, facing me and I applied soap
to his muscular back and shoulders. I couldn't help admiring his body and I
started to get a hard-on after my hands caressed his wet, well defined,
back. Dad turned around facing me after a moment and rinsed off. His turn
was sudden and unexpected and I'm not sure, but I think he realized I had
an erection before I had time to angle myself away from him.

The look in his eye betrayed nothing however. He got my back next, and I
felt his large hands rubbing my smooth back firmly and meticulously. His
hand continued to the globes of my ass, and washed them also.  His touch
was so intentional and firm that I thought nothing about it, other than the
fact that I liked it.

After a few moments, he stopped and I rinsed off, my cock still semi-erect
as I tried to face away from him. I loved feeling his hands on me. I did my
best to conceal my erection from him but I'm sure at some point he must
have noticed it.

Toward the end, my Dad dropped the soap! It was a funny moment, and he
laughed.  He bent over to pick it up, his hairy ass crack exposed to
me. "Now don't trying anything funny," he said jokingly and picked it up.

Then he grabbed me in a head lock, and pulled me out of the shower with
him, rubbing my wet hair playfully with his hand. "Dad," I yelled out,
laughing. We both dried off. My cock was still kinda hard, but Dad didn't
seem to notice, so I stopped obsessing about it.

After the shower, I headed back to my room, closed the door, and laid on my
bed and started jerking off. I shot a huge load, larger than I had ever,
all over my chest and even got some on my chin. I was lying there,
breathing hard after I shot my load when suddenly the door opened. Dad was
standing there, with a little smile on his face. "You forgot your clothes,"
he said and tossed them in the room, gave me another smile and a wink and
closed my door.

A mixture of feelings from embarrassment to excitement pulsed through me. I
wasn't embarrassed because he caught me jerking, he had on several other
occasions; I was embarrassed only because this time my session was
singularly inspired by him. I was a little worried that he might know that
too.

But he never said anything about it. I visited him during shower time as
regular. The only difference was that I began taking showers with him more
often. He would just ask if I was joining him and I would. It seemed
completely natural now. Maybe Dad thought I needed to be closer to him or
that I was curious about the male body. Whatever it was, he was always
welcoming.

Our showers became more playful and touchy. Dad would wash my back and ass
and I would wash his. He even started getting the backs of my legs and I
did his as well, taking the cue from him. But it never went beyond that. I
enjoyed being with him, being naked with him and though I usually had a
boner in the shower, he never cared or commented on it. I felt I didn't
have to hide anything from him and that I could be myself.

Outside of the shower, my Dad changed toward me. While he was berating my
brothers and could be a hard ass on them when they did stupid shit, he
treated me more kindly, taking a totally different tone. I didn't realize
it at first, but when he talked to me, he made eye contact, was calm and
definitely more affectionate.  I didn't understand why he was treating me
differently, but it made me feel special inside. I attributed it to our
showers together and the close bond we were building.  I don't know whether
my brother's noticed it, but I suspect that they did. They probably thought
it was because I was the youngest and they had broken him in for me.

In reality, it was because my Dad realized something about me, they did
not. My Dad realized I was gay. He'd suspected it when I started visiting
him in the shower. My erection was an obvious indication that I was
attracted to him. Catching me jerking off more than once after we'd
showered together had confirmed his suspicions further.

So one night, after numerous showers together, admiring his body, I
returned to my room to do my business. I jerked off, shot a huge load,
cleaned up and then went to sleep.

I'm not sure what time it was, but it must have been really late (or early
in the morning).  I woke up, and Dad was standing in my room. I could only
see his outline in the door at first before he closed my door and my eyes
adjusted to the weak light coming in from the street lamp outside."Dad?" I
said groggily.

"Shhh, yeah, keep it down," he said quietly and moved closer to my bed.

"What's wrong?" I said, keeping my voice, in a whisper.

"Nothing son, move over," he said lifting the covers up. I could feel the
cool air caressing my body.

I moved my body over, not sure what was going on. Dad got into the bed with
me and I realized instantly that he was completely naked! I felt his hard
cock pressing against me as he got in next to me.  I became instantly hard.

Dad put his arm around me and pulled me into a warm embrace. He pressed his
body and face against mine and whispered in my ear:

"I know you're different son. I know you need a special kind of attention
from me," and then pushed his lips against mine, cupping my head in his
hands and pushed his tongue between my lips. My Dad was kissing me. I'd
never really kissed anyone before, so I did my best to mimic what he was
doing. It felt amazing. My cock was throbbing hard and I could feel my
Dad's dick poking between my legs; I could feel moisture there too!

Whatever restraint Dad had used during our showers, it was gone now all
together.  At first his kisses were tender and soft, but soon it became
rougher and deeper. He gripped my head tightly as he pushed his tongue into
my mouth and his breathing increased. I could feel a sense of urgency in
his kiss.

"Put it in your mouth," he said lustily and then pulled off the covers and
pushed my head down towards his erect shaft. It was larger than I had ever
imagined. I touched it reluctantly to my lips at first and felt his pre-cum
on my lips. I tasted it. It had a salty taste, but I didn't mind it. Dad
had no patience though.  He pushed his hips up, forcing his cock between my
lips and into my mouth. He held my head in place, then pushed me further
down onto his thick shaft. He gripped my hair firmly in his hand, using it
to control the motion of my head.  Tenderness was replaced with male
aggression and passion.  He had one goal in mind: being pleased. I was
definitely turned on by his aggression, but a little afraid of him too.

I was doing my best to go down on him, as I had seen the women in the
straight porn do. It seemed funny to me that I was using porn as my guide
for what to do, but that is exactly what I was relying on. His cock was
hard and massive and I felt my jaw opening wide to try and accommodate
him. I was not very good at first and kept gagging. Dad didn't seem to mind
or care. He kept his hands on my head, pushing me down on him.

I wanted to get a better rhythm going on, so I positioned myself between
Dad's legs as I had seen in the movies. He spread his legs eagerly, knees
propped up on each side of me as I kneeled between them. He had one hand
behind his head and kept the other on top of my head.  I continued sucking
his massive cock, with both my hands around the big base. Dad was rubbing
his feet on my ass as I serviced him.  I could feel his foot brush gently
against my butthole and my balls. It felt incredibly good.

I continued servicing him. He gave out soft moans of pleasure, sometimes
grunts when I went really far down on him. He told me to lick his balls and
so I did, savoring the smell and taste of those warm, hairy orbs. I never
realized how turned on I could be from licking a man's nuts. It had a
spicy, woodsy type of smell, unlike anything I had smelled before and it
turned me on even more. I continued licking them, taking them in my mouth,
one at a time. Dad loved it. I couldn't help thinking that my life began in
his nut sack and that somehow excited me more.

Soon, he leaned down and pulled me up to him, kissing me again deeply,
probing my mouth roughly, his unshaven face chaffing my soft, smooth
skin. His ruggedness and physical maturity aroused me. He then turned me
around on my side, my ass against his crotch as we spooned together. He
reached one arm under me and it came up against my chest, rubbing me all
over me. His hand then moved down to my cock and started fondling me, while
he jerked his own meat behind me.

"You like this, dontcha son," his whispered breathily in my ear.  I nodded
silently.

"I know you do son. I know why you've been coming in to see me shower. I
know you're special. I'm gonna give you what a boy like you needs," he said
and continued jerking us both off.

I'd never been so turned on in my life. I was about to shoot, but Dad
seemed to know that and backed off. I was wondering why he hesitated.

Then he spit in his hand and a moment later I felt his spit lubed cock push
between my ass cheeks.

"Dad?" I said, turning my head awkwardly towards him. I could feel his cock
pressed against my asshole. I didn't know what he was doing.

"Shhh," he said in my ear. His hand went gently over my mouth and he
wrapped his legs around mine, holding me firmly against him when his cock
pushed hard into me.  I gasped and let out a yelp of surprise mingled with
pain. His hand tightened over my mouth.

"Relax son," he said breathily. "Relax your hole," he said again, like I
knew how to do that. I didn't have a clue!

He pushed in again, it jolted me and I let out a yell, muffled again by his
hand. "Shhh," you're going to wake your brothers," he said sternly. But it
still didn't go in.  Dad was trying to fuck me, I finally realized. I
couldn't believe he thought his massive cock was going to fit into my
asshole! "Dad, it's not going to fit!" I said, my voice rising in hushed
hysteria.

"Shhh, be quiet son," he returned in a firm whispering voice.

Dad was persistent, I have to give him that. He held me firmly against him
and kept trying. Eventually he started moving his hips back and forth, in
and out until I felt a rhythm. His cock was going at my asshole like a
battering ram, but my hole did not budge and remained tightly clenched.

The problem was, at least I discovered much, much later, was that while Dad
loved to fuck he'd never actually had anal sex, not with my mother nor with
another man.  He was as clueless about anal sex as I was, but I guess he
knew it was possible. So lube, other than spit, wasn't even a thought. Nor
did he understand how much it would hurt to have someone stick a cock up
your ass, especially the very first time and one the size of his monster
pole. The idea of stretching my hole was a foreign concept to both of us,
but his determination wasn't.

He kept spitting into his hand, lubing cock and my asshole. He pushed again
and again increasing his rhythm. He was exerting a lot of effort, as
evidenced by his sweat which started dripping onto me, and his hairy body
was covered with it too, making our bodies slide against one another. The
smell in the room was intoxicating. It smelt like pure man and that smell I
will never forget it, a memory only matched by the incredible pain I was
about to feel.  The continued assault of his meaty battering ram finally
loosened and stretched my hole enough and all the sudden the massive
cockhead punched through my tight, virgin sphincter.

 I gasped, then shouted, Dad's hand instantly tightening to silence the
noise, his legs reflexively tightening around mine, and his arms hugging me
harder to him, as if I were a prize fish trying to get away.  I was trying
hard to close my legs and clench my cheeks to get him out, but Dad's legs
kept mine wedged open so my ass opened to accommodate his thick rod.

Pain was radiating throughout my body.  I was trembling and my eyes were
watering uncontrollably. I continued gasping as a deep chill went though
me.

"You can take it, just relax" he said flatly, his macho bullshit coming
through. He lay still, letting me adjust. I didn't want him to move again,
ever, at least not right then in any case. Moving in either direction, I
felt certain, would have hurt worst.  At that moment I felt truly angry at
my Dad. A moment ago his aggression had turned me on, now it disgusted
me. He was hurting me and I didn't like it. I imagined his face with a big,
evil grin on it, smiling because he had taken me, dominated me and
deflowered his virgin son. How smug he must feel, I thought. What an
animal, I decided, through clenched teeth.

I'd dreamed about getting fucked, but a dream is all it was, built out of
ridiculous assumptions and fairy tale images. This certainly wasn't it.  I
came to realize that night that Dad was a slave to his testosterone and
that I was a victim of it. His sex drive possessed him once he got started
and all he wanted was to fuck and shoot his load. I was the chosen
receptacle for his seed, that was my function, I decided in anger. He just
needed a hole and I had one for him. His hole, that's what I was, his
little fuck hole.

My thoughts were cut off as he pushed further in. I ground my teeth
together as he continued to stretch me, stretched my hole further with his
huge selfish cock. "I've been waiting to do this since the first night you
showered with me" he chuckled breathily in my ear, licking it, then my
face.

He released his hand from my mouth. "It hurts," I yelled out in hushed
anger.

"Don't be such a pussy," he said softly in reply. My anger instantly
doubled. Like he fucking knew how much it hurt! I thought. It felt like a
hot poker being shoved up my ass because it burned.

But Dad just kept pushing in, little by little, until I could feel his
pubes against my ass. His legs were still holding mine, like a wrestling
move. He hefty, muscular self, easily controlling me, keeping my ass spread
for him.

 "You have to learn how to take a man's cock, understand?" he said in my
ear. I nodded. He wiped the tears off my face. His gentle voice smothered
my anger. He put his hand back on my mouth and started pulling out and
pushing in. The pain was still unreal and I whimpered and gasped, but Dad
kept going. He had a mission and that mission was to fuck me good. And that
is precisely what he did.

The pain eventually numbed as my ass loosened to accommodate his cock. It
took a long time. I don't know how long we lay in the dark like that, Dad
pumping his cock slowly in and out of my hole, but it seemed liked forever.
Our bodies were both slick with the sweat of our hot bodies rubbing and
pushing against each other. After Dad's cock was sliding more easily in and
out of me, he got up and positioned himself between my legs and put my legs
on his shoulders. At first it was necessary for him to put his hand over my
mouth to keep me from being too loud. The pain of re-entry was still there
after all. Once it was in though, it got better and he took his hand
away. No longer was Dad a faceless stranger, hurting me from behind. Now I
could see his beautiful, rugged face and his muscular torso as his manhood
moved in and out of me. He spit on his cock several times to keep it and my
aching hole, lubed.

Sweat glistening on his hairy, muscular chest and the veins in his neck
were throbbing as he continued fucking me.  His face was furrowed in
concentration and he gave me an intense stare as he fucked. He frequently
leaned down and kissed me deeply as his cock moved quickly in and out of
me. I was starting to get extremely turned on, the pain had diminished and
something inside started to feel good, really, really good, like nothing
I'd ever felt before.  My cock was getting hard again too. Dad noticed it
and started rubbing it up and down in rhythm with his fucking. He was
smiling down at me, a knowing smile, one that said he knew I'd like it,
that he knew all along.

His speed started picking up, a result of my increased ease and
excitement. I knew he must be getting close.  He placed his hands on my
shoulders and was pushing his mighty cock into me as far as it would go,
while holding me in place to take it. I could see his ass cheeks flexing as
he pounded me, harder and harder. My hard cock was bouncing back and forth
and my bed was shaking and swaying back and forth.  At last the moment was
near. His hands gripped my shoulders tightly and with one last rough thrust
he pushed his cock deep into me, further than it had ever gone. I gasped.
He closed his eyes and let out a muffled groan as his cock unloaded wave
after wave of hot spurting cum deep into my bowels. My shoulders were
throbbing from the pressure of his hands and they clamped down at the
moment of ecstasy. He left his cock in there for a full minute until his
heavy nuts had released their massive load.

His eyes slowly opened and he looked down at me and smiled, a sly smile,
one that immediately conveyed that this would be only the first of many
nights with my Dad.

He then leaned down and kissed me gently and licked my lips and face.  I
was his special boy and I really felt it. While still inside me, he grabbed
my cock and jacked me off.  My cock was still hard and I came in moments.
He had barely stroked me three times when my teen juice erupted out, high
into the air, shooting jet after milky jet, landing my stomach and on my
Dad's stomach and eventually coated his pumping fist.  I tried not to yell
out loudly as I shot my load, but it was impossible. Dad had to quickly
muffle me with his other hand, and chucked as I reached my zenith. Dad
rubbed my cum onto his chest and slowly pulled his cock out of my tender
hole. He then lay on top of me, kissing me again for several minutes,
cuddling me against him, rubbing my back and face tenderly.

"I'm really glad I have a special boy like you," he said and kissed my
forehead. "I love you so much," he said, looking down into my eye.

"I love you too Dad," I said, tears of wonder and joy in my eyes.



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