Date: Fri, 22 Jun 2012 14:28:11 -0700
From: Micah Allen <coqkilla@hotmail.com>
Subject: In the Garage 1

Disclaimer: This story depicts sexual acts between a father and his young
son. This story is a work of fiction. I'm a relatively new writer so if you
have any comments, feel free to send me an email: coqkilla@hotmail.com :)

IN THE GARAGE
By Micah Allen

I can feel my dad's eyes on me when I enter the room. He's in his arm
chair, his arms folded across his chest, watching me as I put my book bag
on the ground. I'm late -- again. I already know I'm in trouble. I turn
to walk down the hall, but I stop when I hear my dad's voice. "Josh," he
says. I turn back to the living room.

"I know dad," I say. "Coach kept us late, and Pete's dad was there and-"

"That's no excuse. I'm sure somebody there had a cell, you could have
called," he says.

"I know. I'm sorry dad." No point in fighting this. "What's my punishment?"

"Oh, you can help me in the garage," he says. That's just great. Second
time in a week I've had to help my dad in the garage. All I wanted to do
was come home after a long practice, shower, and play Skyrim -- but
NO. Once again, I'm in trouble. "Don't bother showering," my dad says,
standing up from his chair. His tall, muscular frame towers over me. I know
better than to argue, so I simply nod and follow him out to our garage.

Mom's van takes up most of the space, waiting for my dad's careful hands to
fix her up again. Dad says it'll be months before she's running properly;
he's gotta order some parts or something like that. Until then, dad has to
drive mom to work and back. That's probably why I've been getting in so
much trouble lately. Mom can't show up unexpectedly, so dad has all the
freedom in the world to punish me as he sees fit.

"Okay, Champ," dad says in that oh-so-condescending voice he uses whenever
I'm in trouble. "Hop on in."

I open the back hatch of the van and crawl in. There's nothing inside and
dad keeps it pretty clean back there. I grab the folded blanket from the
corner and sprawl it across the carpeted floor. I then lay myself across
the blanket on my back. I lift one leg up to my chest and untie the laces
of my show, then repeat the process on the other before kicking my shoes
off. Dad grabs my shoes and tosses them to the ground outside the van
before crawling in on top of me.

Dad's hand travels up the side of my body, gliding over my soccer
uniform. He's being gentle and it feels nice. His hand passes over my
chest, tickling slightly along my neck. Dad always likes feeling the
dampness of my clothes after I get home from practice. He likes it when
I've been sweating. He flicks the inside of my neck with his tongue.
"Salty," he says.

His hands move down my sides, reaching the top of my shorts and sliding
underneath my shirt. He drags his knuckles slightly across my belly before
reaching up to pinch my nipples. Between my father's touch and the draft of
the garage, my nipples react instantly, hardening instinctively. I gasp. I
reach up and rest my hand on my dad's big, bulky arm. He knows I'm
sensitive there.

My dad grins and has me sit up so he can pull my shirt off. He pulls his
off as well. He lays his body alongside me, his face level with mine. His
chest is hot against my own.  I rub my fingers lightly through the small
patch of fuzz on his chest. For a second I think he's going to kiss me as
he occasionally does, but he instead moves his hand down to my shorts,
feeling up my crotch. He goes even lower to my leg, sticky with dried sweat
from this afternoon's workout. His fingers rise to my inner thigh, rising
up through the bottom of my gym shorts. I let out a soft moan as his
fingers graze my balls. I can feel my dick hardening at his touch.

For a moment I think dad might just jack me off, but instead he wedges his
fingers down between my legs, nearer to my ass. Only the thin white cotton
of my briefs protects my butthole from intrusion. He begins to gently push
against the fabric, past my cheeks, brushing against my anus. "Don't rip
`em," I hear myself say. Dad shoots me a stern look. I know better than to
talk back, but I'm low on underwear as it is. I don't want him ruining
another pair, plus mom might become suspicious if she has to keep buying me
new undies.

Dad pulls his hand out and instead yanks my shorts and underwear down in
one swoop. Thank God he listened to me. I don't know why he likes ripping
up my underwear so much. "Rub your butt against my crotch," he says. I move
my body slightly to get into position. It's a little awkward with dad lying
on his side, but I manage to place my butt up against his crotch. I can
feel the outline of his stone-hard cock as I move my ass all around on the
outside of his jeans. I hate that we always have to do stuff like this, it
makes things take forever, but I know dad will draw this out as long as
possible.

"That's right, boy," he whispers into my ear. "What do you think daddy is
gonna do to you, huh?" he asks. His voice makes me smile for some
reason. There's something funny about the huskiness he puts on when he's
horny. I hear him talking to mom like that sometimes, too.

"Fuck me," I say after some consideration. We don't always time for that,
but with mom gone, I know that's where this is headed.

"That's right," he says. "Unbutton me." I reach behind me to follow his
order. He leans back a little bit to allow me access. I fumble a bit, but I
manage to undo the button on his jeans. I pull the zipper down slowly, and
then reach into his pants. No underwear, just cock. I feel him pushing his
jeans down and then gently running his dick up and down the crack of my
ass.

Dad reaches back down to his jeans to grab the bottle of lubricant from the
pocket. The lack of underwear and lube at hand tell me he was more than
prepared to fuck me today. I bet you anything that I'd have been in some
kind of trouble even if I hadn't been late getting home from school. I say
nothing, and next I feel the cool liquid against my asshole. "Open up," dad
says as he pushes a finger inside. It hurts a bit at first. My dad is not
the type to take it slow. He did when I was much younger, probably so as
not to cause any permanent damage, but he usually goes wild now.

"God, I can't wait to fuck you, son," dad says as he sticks another finger
in. I gasp at the shock of a third digit entering my ass. He finger-fucks
me for a moment before his hand retreats. "Push back against me," says. I
know his cock is waiting for my hole, so I push back a bit with my butt. I
can feel him guiding it slightly toward me, and finally I feel it pushing
against my anus. "What do you want me to do, Josh?" dad asks.

"I want you to fuck me," I say in a monotone voice. Suddenly dad slaps my
ass as hard as he can with his right hand. I yelp excitedly. "I want you to
fuck my pussy with your big, fat, juicy, hard cock!" I scream.

"That's right, boy," dad says as he thrusts his cock all the way into my
ass. I moan loudly as it enters me. It hurts. It always does. Dad doesn't
care, though. "You take that hard dick," he says before he bites down on my
shoulder. He pulls his cock out slowly and then thrusts it again, this time
with more urgency. He does this a few times before he picks the pace up.

"Fuck me daddy," I yell out. I start to cry a little. I'm not sad, but the
sensation of his giant cock inside me is making my eyes water as he pounds
my tight asshole. I push back against him, inviting him to be harsher on my
butt. It's not a bad feeling, really.

Suddenly dad flips me onto my belly, keeping his cock hard inside me as he
repositions his body on top of me, spreading my legs as wide as they can
go. From this position he begins whispering into my ear as he humps me.
"Yeah, if your mom could see you now," dad says. "Her husband's big cock
inside her little boy. Her pussy's got nothing on yours, baby. I love your
tight little boy ass. So fucking tight. I've been waiting to fuck you all
day. Yeah, keep it tight like that baby. I just knew you'd be a bad boy
today. I bet you wanted to be in trouble with your daddy, huh? You like the
punishments daddy gives you in the garage, don't you? Coming in the house
in that sweaty soccer outfit of yours," and on and on as he fucks me. At
some point he reaches down and grabs my white briefs from near my legs. He
places them next to my head and we both breathe in the scent of my sweaty
crotch as he fucks me.

Mom's van lurches back and forth violently as dad penetrates my body, the
intense creaking sound echoing throughout the garage. I can feel my boner
crushing against the blanket beneath us as dad's weight pins me down. Every
thrust causes my cock to rub against the smooth fabric of the blanket. It's
almost like being jacked off but not enough to offer relief. My dick aches
as dad fucks me from behind. I try to reach underneath me to do it myself
but dad has my hips pinned down like a vice grip.

Soon I can tell that dad is close to getting off. His breathing is heavy
and his fucking becomes more urgent, like the two classroom rabbits that
bone every once in a while at school. He begins licking the sweat from my
neck and face, and kissing me hard on my mouth from behind.

"I'm almost there baby," dad says. "I'm gonna cream your ass. You ready?"

"Yessss," I hiss as I squirm beneath him, pushing back into his crotch as
he fucks me deep and hard.

"Here it comes baby Josh," he says as his moans fill the air. I feel the
first wave of cum deep within my ass as his dick pulsates inside me. I've
seen him cum plenty of times to know that just how much goo he makes. I can
only imagine that he came buckets inside me.

Dad continues thrusting gently into me as his body calms down. His
breathing slows, and I can feel his heartbeat dim gently as he lies on my
back. Moments later he sits up, pulling his dick out with a slight
suction-like noise.

"Stay there," he says. He grabs my briefs from near my head and places them
back on me, lifting my legs so that he can pull them all the way up and
over my ass. He then turns me over onto my back and pulls the crotch of the
briefs over my quivering cock.

"Don't wanna make a mess," he says. He then reaches in from the bottom of
my briefs and onto the flesh of my hard knob. He begins gently stroking my
cock, and soon picks up the pace, jacking me as fast as he can. He leans in
and kisses me as hard as he can, almost hard enough to leave a bruise. One
hand jacks me while the other reaches up and pulls gently at my right
nipple. He knows how crazy that drives me. I want to beg him to stop, but
instead I let him take control of my senses. Soon I am breathing deeply
into his mouth as I blow my load into the fabric of my white briefs. Dad
pulls away momentarily and stares hungrily at my increasingly wet crotch.

"Good boy," he says quietly. "You're a good boy again." He stands up and
grabs his jeans. He pulls them up his muscular legs with ease, staring at
me while he does it.

"Almost 7:00," he says, glancing to the digital clock on the workbench.
"Gotta go get your mom. Why don't you go play video games or something. And
don't worry, I won't tell her about the trouble you got into today." I sit
up and grab my clothes.

"And Josh," dad says. "Don't change out of those briefs. They'd better
still be wet when I tuck you in tonight."

I smile slightly as I walk back into the house.