Date: Wed, 10 Aug 2016 19:00:23 -0400
From: Jeremy Ellington <jeremyellingtonii@gmail.com>
Subject: Lessons From My Dad-23

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Lessons From My Dad
Chapter 23

I woke up the next morning and stretched.  It felt good but something
wasn't quite right.  I turned over and realized that although I was in
Dad's big bed, I was all alone.  I sat up quickly trying to determine if I
could hear him anywhere, but instead I inhaled the aroma of something
cooking.  I smiled, got out of bed and padded to the bathroom.  I peed,
brushed my teeth and splashed some water on my face, then I wandered out to
the kitchen.

Dad was standing at the stove in his boxers, humming quietly under his
breath.  He was scrambling eggs, his go-to breakfast since he had long
given up on trying to fry eggs properly.  No matter how many times he
tried, he always broke the yolk.  He must have seen me out of the corner of
his eye because he turned around and flashed a big smile at me.

"Good morning my naked son!  How did you sleep?"

"I slept mostly on my side I think," I giggled, walking up to him.

"Ha, very funny.  I'll take it from your little joke that you slept well
enough to be witty at this hour of the morning."  He pulled me into his
chest with his free arm and kissed me on the forehead.  I kissed him on his
hairy stomach, then grabbed the waistband of his boxers and pulled them
down.

"This is a naked household, remember Dad?"  I reached down to pull his
shorts away from him as he stepped out of them, and gave his cock a long
lick while I was down there.  I could tell he'd already taken a shower but
I still gave him a moan of appreciation for his flavor.

"Now, now, none of that boy or we'll never get out of here today," he
chuckled, taking a step back and waiving the spatula at me.

"And the problem with that is... "

"School for you and work for me... and don't think I wouldn't rather just
crawl back into bed with you and sleep for another 3 hours or so then fuck
like bunnies," he said, yawning as he turned back to the eggs.  "The juice
is already on the table but you're in charge of the toast, my sexy little
chef," he added, pointing to the bread.

"Good thing it's Friday then," I grumbled.  I pulled out 4 pieces of bread
and plopped them into the toaster.  We each had our own 2-slice half of the
4-slice toaster, since he liked his a little darker than I did.

"Speaking of which Sean, I have a favor to ask of you."  I looked up at him
because his voice seemed a little off, like he wasn't sure how to say
something.  I couldn't help it, I tensed up a little in worry despite the
many times that my fears had been groundless.  Last night's lesson had been
about Dom/sub play and I hoped he wasn't having second thoughts about how
far we went with it, even though he said we were tame compared to what it
could have been.

Even still I just couldn't help myself.  "Did I do something wrong Dad?"

He turned quickly and drew me back into his chest.  "No Sean, no you
didn't.  Little buddy I think I could maybe count on one hand the number of
things you've done wrong in your life, and I would really have to think
about it for a long time just to come up with a couple of them.  Of all the
lessons I teach you I wish I could keep you from automatically assuming
you've done something wrong.  How many times do I have to tell you you're
the perfect kid?"  He reached down, lifted my chin and gave me a kiss on
the lips.

"Sorry Dad, I wish you could teach me not to be such a worrier.  I guess
that's one thing I didn't inherit from you."

"Oh I worry all right Sean, I worry plenty," he said.  "Maybe since I've
been around longer my worries are a little less about feelings and more
about practical matters like keeping a roof over our heads and food on the
table.  I'm not downplaying you're concerns either, I'm sure I was a lot
like you at your age.  Being a kid can be tough.  Puberty can be hell... in
fact, now that I think about it, yeah, I was a lot like you back then.  I
was trying to find my way, figuring out what was going on with my body,
dealing with hormones and emotions... shit, I don't even want to remember
some of those days."  He looked at me and gave me a wistful smile.  "I
guess I can't keep you from worrying Sean, but what I can do is try to help
you through the minefield of being a teenager."

"You're already helping me Dad," I responded.  "I'd be an even bigger mess
if not for you!"

"Oh Sean, you're hardly a mess.  In fact, you're way more put together than
I ever was.  My brother was a jerk; my father was indifferent... if it
wasn't for your Aunt April trying to take care of all of us even though she
was the youngest... "

I gave him another hug just as my toast popped up.  I retrieved it from the
toaster and started adding the butter.  "Dad, I think this is the first
time I realized that you and I both grew up without a mother.  I'm glad
April was there for you, and I'm extra glad that you're here for me."  His
toast popped up then so I took care of that as well, then put our
respective pieces on the plates he had already filled with the eggs and
placed them on the table while we sat down to eat.

I glanced up at him to see he had a sad look on his face.  Mentioning my
late Grandmother was the likely reason, so I tried to think of something to
say to lighten the mood.  "Oooh, you put cheese in the eggs!  You're
getting fancy on me!"

He grinned at me with a mouthful of eggs.  "I have to do something to keep
up with my little naked chef.  I can make macaroni and cheese out of the
box AND I make some mean nachos," he said, wiggling his eyebrows at me.  "I
think you'll notice a theme there.  Cheese.  Lots and lots of cheese.  It
can cover up a host of cooking errors."

I giggled at him over my toast.  "You know, I used to think you were just
kidding, but I'm starting to think that maybe you really would starve if I
wasn't here to feed you."

He gave an overly dramatic gasp and put a hand to his chest in mock horror.
"Don't even joke about that!  There's only so many servings of pizza and
Sweet & Sour Chinese take-out a lonesome man should have to eat in one
week!"

I giggled again, then I remembered how this conversation got started in the
first place.  "You said you wanted to ask me something Dad?"

His face sobered up again, but he didn't look away.  "Well, I know it's
been a while, but you and I talked about how I should talk with Carl about
his... well, his possible fondness for young guys.  Really young kids, I
mean."  I was chewing so I just nodded that I remembered the earlier
conversation.  "Well, he asked me if we could stop by the Tavern tonight,
it being a Friday and all.  I thought if he and I went out, maybe I could
start that conversation with him.  I'll only have one beer Sean then I'll
drink water, and I won't stay there for more than about an hour.  I'd be
happy to pick up something for us to eat on my way home afterwards, just
let me know what you'd like."

I couldn't help it, I just started laughing.  The look on his face was
priceless.

"Sean... what? "  He looked confused and maybe a little miffed at my
reaction.

"I'm sorry Dad, but the second part of what you said just sounded so funny
to me!  In about 3 years, that could very well be me, asking you the exact
same thing!  `Dad, could I borrow the car so I can go out tonight?'  I'll
bring food home!"

His face broke out in a big grin and he shook his head.  "Shit Sean, you're
right, here I am asking my son for permission to go out.  Next I'll be
asking to use your credit card so I can buy a wrist corsage for my prom
date."

We both laughed.  "Dad, now I have a visual in my head of me wearing a
sweater and smoking a pipe while you stand in front of me in a High School
letter jacket with your hand out."

"Hey!" he said, looking affronted.  "I DO have a letter jacket you know.  I
lettered for football, and I was the first freshman in years to do it too!
I might just have to drag that old thing out from the back of my closet
and... well... give it to you to wear because I am much more bulked up than
I was back then I'll have you know."

"And I'd probably be able to swim inside it, since I'm sure I'm much LESS
bulked up than you were back then too!"

"Well, it's always a possible Halloween costume," he said.

"Maybe... but I'm still thinking about my mummy idea with all those old
bandages from my hospital stay."

His face sobered up again, and I could really just kick myself.  That was
twice today I'd said something to bring up a sad memory for him, and it
wasn't even 8:00 in the morning yet!  "Anyway Dad, I'm glad you and Carl
are getting together tonight!  It's been a long time since you had a Friday
night at the Tavern.  Don't worry about me, and I'll devote some thought to
what I'd like you to bring home for dinner.  Go easy on Carl too.  Have you
thought about what you're going to say to him?"

He sighed as he got up to gather our plates and set them in the sink.
"Well, not entirely.  I thought I would just ease into it, maybe ask him
about old times and see how he reacts.  I'm definitely gonna do this
slowly.  I don't want to confront him and I'm gonna do my best to avoid
bringing you into it if at all possible."

"Well I don't envy you Dad.  You guys have been friends for a long time,
I'd hate for anything to mess that up."

"You and me both Sean, you and me both."  He leaned over the back of my
chair and gave me a hug.  "Now go take your shower and get ready while I
finish cleaning up in here."

I took a quick shower then got dressed for the day.  I was just checking my
backpack to be sure I had everything when Dad walked into my room and
handed me a paper bag.  "I made you a sandwich for lunch, and there's an
apple and a candy bar in there as well."  Now he hadn't made my school
lunch for me in a few years so I'm sure I gave him a bit of stunned look.
There was no mistaking the big grin he had though, he was very proud of
himself.

"Thanks Dad!  Wow, first you cook breakfast, then you ask for my permission
to go out drinking, then you ply me with lunch!  I'm surprised you didn't
just hand me a fistful of twenties and offer to buy lunch for me and all my
friends.  Is there another favor you need to ask of me?"  I gave him a big
grin in return so he'd know I was messing with him.

His own grin turned a little sheepish.  "No Sean, no more favors, at least
not for today.  I just think I need to help out more around here.  I can't
cook like you but I can put some lunchmeat in between two slices of bread
and slip it into some plastic wrap.  As for your friends, they haven't done
one damn load of laundry around here so they're on their own for lunch," he
said, winking at me.

I threw my backpack over my shoulder and gave him a hug.  We locked up the
house, climbed into his truck and took off.  He got me to school right on
time with the promise of picking me up afterwards, then watched as I headed
into the building.  I gave him a quick wave then turned and let the door
swallow me up.

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_ _ _ _

My morning classes went by quickly enough, and I found myself in charge of
staking a claim to a lunch table, since I was the only person in my little
group who didn't have to stand in line to buy a lunch, thanks to my
thoughtful Dad.  After buying a milk from the vending machine I was able to
snag our usual table.  I reached into my lunch bag to check out what kind
of sandwich he'd made for me, and when I looked up, there was Joey Jurell
again, sitting at the far end of my table.

He gave me a quick little smile and a tiny wave, then blushed and began
digging into his own lunch bag.  What was up with this kid?  He
intentionally bumped into me the first day I was back at school after my
hospital stay, and was promptly nabbed by an observant teacher and
disappeared for a week.  When he came back to school he went out of his way
to not only physically avoid me but he wouldn't even look at me.  Now he
was sitting at the same lunch table even though there were plenty of other
places to sit.  I'd heard that he wasn't very popular because of his older
brothers, but he didn't even hang out with the other troublemakers.  I was
torn between being suspicious of him and feeling sorry for him.

As the rest of my group began settling in around the table with their lunch
trays, each one gave Joey a look then glanced at me as if to see my
reaction to his presence.  Finally, Gary spoke up.  "What's he doing there
again?" he whispered.  "Do you think he's looking to cause trouble?  Should
we notify that bullying committee?"

"No, not yet," I replied.  "I know it's a surprise that he's sitting near
us, but I'm really not sensing any hostility."

Andrea snorted.  "He's a Jurell so he's probably just like his brothers.  I
wouldn't trust him for a minute."

I shook my head.  "Yeah, it would make sense that he could very easily turn
out like the asshat twins, but when did you ever see those two without at
least a couple of their cronies hanging around with them?  Joey doesn't
hang out with the other rough kids, he never has that I've ever noticed.
Actually, he doesn't really hang out with anyone."

Sandy darted her eyes at Joey. "Well what's he doin' trying to hang around
us?"

"Well, think about it," I said.  "The other bullies don't like him, or
maybe he doesn't like them.  Either way, he's stained by the reputation of
his older brothers, so nobody else trusts him.  He's quiet, possibly
shy... he could be a nice guy who's just stuck in a situation he can't
control.  I mean, our little group is probably one of the least rowdy
around, we're all nice, we don't cause or get into trouble.  All modesty
aside, if I was a new kid who just came to this school and I was shy, I'd
gravitate towards us myself."

Gary looked at me for a moment, his mouth screwed up like he was having
deep thoughts.  "You're being awfully gracious Sean, considering what
happened."

I nodded my head and made an annoying slurping sound with my straw as I hit
the last of the milk in the carton.  "I don't know," I sighed.  "I just
think that maybe we should give him the benefit of the doubt.  I'm not
saying we shouldn't keep our eyes wide open, but if he really is lonely I
would feel terrible if he has to go through his school years without any
friends."

"Well... you should be the one to make the first move then Sean," Andrea
said.  "I don't want you to think I'm going behind your back and
fraternizing with the enemy or something."

Everyone kind of giggled at that, but I could see that they were watching
me to see my reaction.  I just smiled at them.  "No problem guys, and I
appreciate the sentiment.  It really should be me anyway I guess, all
things considered.  I think I'll run it by my Dad first though, he's pretty
smart about these kind of things."  I shook my head and chuckled.  "Sheesh
guys, it's as if we're discussing a diplomatic meeting between two
countries, rather than just possibly making a new friend."

"Yeah Sean, your Dad is pretty cool.  I wish my parents were as easygoing
as your father," Gary sighed.  That segued into a conversation about
parents and how uptight they were, a discussion I stayed out of with a
slight smile on my face since I thought my Dad was the coolest ever.

The rest of the afternoon went by slower than the morning, but I still
managed to make it to my study period at the end of the school day without
losing my mind, and I also finished all of my homework.  Afterwards I
headed to my locker, left all my books inside without taking any home for a
change, and made my way to the exit.  I stepped outside to see if Dad had
arrived yet, but practically ran right into Joey Jurell instead.  I had the
impression he had been waiting for me, especially when he gave me that
small smile again and very softly said, `Hi'.

I thought this was my chance to strike up a short conversation with him,
but then I saw Dad walking up the sidewalk right next to him.  "Ready for
our weekend Sean?" Dad said with a big grin on his face.  Joey turned to
the side and saw my dad and his eyes got huge.  He mumbled something about
having to go then took off in the opposite direction.

Dad just glanced at him and shrugged before turning back to me.  There was
no kind of recognition so I guess he had no idea what the youngest son of
the Jurells looked like.  He flashed his smile at me again then put his
hand on the back of my neck and gave it a little squeeze.  His hand moved
over to my shoulder and we walked to the car.  He asked about my day, I
asked him about his, and by the time we made it to where he'd parked we
were caught up.

I decided that the truck wasn't the best place to bring up Joey, so I
focused on how that night was going to go.  "What time are you meeting Carl
at the Tavern?"

"I'm actually going to pick him up at his place," he replied.  "Like I said
this morning, I'm limiting myself to one drink followed by water so I'll be
our designated driver.  I'm just taking a quick shower when we get home
then I'll be off to his house.  I want to get to the bar early so we can
get a table before the Friday night crowd starts to fill up the place.  I
already told him we wouldn't be staying long."

"Do you think that will really be the case?" I asked.  "If you get into
that conversation with him about little kids, it could get pretty deep."

He heaved a big sigh and shook his head.  "To tell you the truth Sean, I've
been trying to work that through in my head all day.  I really don't know
how to get that conversation started."

"Well... does Carl ever talk about dating anyone, or even hooking up with
someone?"

He thought about that for a minute, then frowned.  "You know, he really
doesn't.  Now you've got me wondering if he's even leaving his house at
night."

"That might be your ice-breaker right there then Dad," I offered.  "Ask him
if he's been out with anyone, and regardless of his answer, maybe you can
ask him if he is still focusing on the `young ones' or something like
that."

He chuckled and patted my leg.  "Sean, I should have just asked you for
advice in the first place instead of stressing over it all day.  I will use
your approach and see where I get.  Of course if he says `no' to the
question, then I'm back where I started."

"Not necessarily Dad.  The three main reasons you want to talk with him are
to be sure he isn't hurting any kids, isn't putting himself in legal
trouble and also isn't putting your company in a situation where you have
to react to something he does.  You said that you had to tell him years ago
that he had to stay away from kids, so it wouldn't be coming out of the
blue if you told him of your concerns for those three reasons."

Dad pulled into our driveway, turned off the truck and looked at me with a
bit of wonder in his eyes.  "Sean... we've never really discussed what it
is you'd like to do as a career, but son, you would be an excellent
psychologist!  Either that or an invaluable asset to some company or
politician to help them with decision-making.  Suddenly I am way less tense
about tonight then ever!"

"Aw Dad, I wanted to work with you in your company."

"Sean, I would hire you in a second, hell, I'd put you in charge of the
whole damn thing!  But I think you should set your sights a bit higher than
my company," he chuckled.  "Thankfully we don't have to deal with those
questions right now Mr. thirteen-year-old."

We went into the house and he stripped off his shirt right away as he
walked away from me and headed towards the bathroom.  Every time I saw that
little triangle of dark red hair just above the waistline of his pants I
immediately envisioned the hairy globes of his ass below and I started to
get a little hard.

He stopped halfway to the bathroom, turned to face me and wiggled his
eyebrows.  "Boots, boy!" he said, pointing to the floor.

I quickly pulled off my shirt while kicking off my shoes, yanked off my
socks and pulled down my pants and shorts together.  I folded everything as
neatly as I could in my haste, then walked over and dropped down to my
knees in front of him.  He chuckled.  "I'm pleased to see you remembered
the new rules, boy."  I kept my head down so he wouldn't see my smile.

He moved his right foot forward and cleared his throat.  I quickly began
unlacing his boot as far down as I needed to loosen it to get it off, then
leaned forward and placed my shoulder against his leg to give myself some
leverage.  I pulled back on the heel and slid the boot off as he lifted his
foot up, placed the boot to the side, then removed his sock.  He put that
foot back where it was on the floor then moved the left foot towards me.  I
repeated the action, struggling a bit because like everyone else, one foot
was slightly bigger than the other and his left was the larger one.  I
placed that boot next to the other one then removed that sock.  I leaned
forward and ran the flat of my tongue up across the top of each foot,
hearing him hiss above me, and then I leaned back.

"Pants, boy."

I reached up and unbuttoned then unzipped his pants.  I started to pull
them down, then hesitated with a couple of fingers tucked into the
waistband of his shorts.  He chucked again.  "It's okay boy, you can pull
them both off together, just like you did your own."  Dang, how it was that
he could read my mind sometimes was scary!  I pulled off the rest of his
clothes, folded them on top of his boots and leaned back again, trying not
to look at his hardening cock.  Mine was already upright.  "Stand," he
ordered.

When I stood up he wrapped his arms around me and gave me a strong hug.  I
could feel his erection against my belly and could tell that he was already
leaking a little.  "I'd ask you to join me in the shower son, but if I do
I'll never get out of here.  I promised Carl I pick him up before 6:00 and
I'm pushing it as it is."

"I understand Dad.  We have the whole weekend, although... can I just have
a taste?"

"Well, you did such a good job obeying the rules, and undressing me, I
can't say no."

I leaned back and bent over just enough to lick the precum off of his cock.
He groaned softly and his cock twitched.  I wrapped my tongue around the
head of his cock and lapped up all the juice that had started to leak, then
I let the head pop into my mouth.  He grabbed my head and pumped a little,
in and out a few times, then pulled free.  "Fuck Sean... if it wasn't so
important I'd call Carl right now and cancel.  You get me so hard and so
hot."

I grabbed his cock and stroked it up and down a couple of times, quickly
licked off the juice that spilled out, then stepped back away from him.  I
reached down and stroked myself the same way, then wiped my finger around
the head, gathered up the pre that I'd created then stuck my finger in my
mouth.

"FUCK!" he cried.  "This is gonna have to be a cold shower or I'm gonna
have a hard-on all night!"  He turned and hurried off to the bathroom
before I could do anything else to tempt him.  I started to gather up all
of our clothes to put in the hamper when I heard him yelp.  I couldn't help
but laugh... he wasn't kidding about taking a shower with cold water.

I dumped all of our clothes in the laundry room, then made my way to my
bedroom to drop off my backpack.  My woody was fading and I was tempted to
go have Dad's towel ready and dry him off, knowing it would get me hard
again, but I didn't want him to be delayed any further.  The sooner he was
out and doing his social thing with Carl, the sooner he'd be back.  I had a
feeling my woody would be back and raring to go once he returned.

I gathered clothes from both of our hampers then loaded the washing machine
and waited until I heard the shower shut off before starting the washer.  I
checked to make sure there was nothing left in the dryer then headed back
to my room to get a book to read.  Dad was already dressed and coming out
of his room before I got to mine, and he grabbed me and pulled me into his
arms.  "Thanks for being okay with this Seanie.  I haven't really missed
going out on Fridays but I know Carl has and I don't want him to resent you
or me.  Besides, this will give us a chance to talk."

"Dad, I don't mind you going out, heck it's not like I'm trying to hold you
prisoner.  If that were the case, I'd have already ordered those chains off
the internet."  He pulled back and narrowed his eyes at me, but before he
could say anything I quickly added, "What's your credit card number again?"

His face lost that concerned look and he laughed.  "Not that I don't think
you couldn't learn how to hack it, but I think I'll keep that plastic card
safely in my wallet for now, young man."  He ruffled my hair and turned for
the door.  "I'll call or text you as we're leaving the Tavern, so be
thinking of what you want me to stop and bring home for dinner."

"Oh you can surprise me Dad, you know I like what you like.  I would
appreciate it if you would text me though, just so I know you're all right.
And don't stay out past your curfew young man, I don't want to have to
ground you," I added with a smirk.

He turned at the door and grinned at me.  "You're so strict old man, it's
like you never want me to grow up or something," he pretend-pouted.

"Just get out of here before I change my mind, you crazy kid," I huffed,
shaking my finger at him.

He winked at me and left.  The moment I heard his truck take off down the
street I headed for the bathroom and hauled out the enema stuff.  I wasn't
sure if he would still be in the mood, depending on how his conversation
with Carl went, but if his mood was anything like it was when we came home
I was hoping to get my ass fucked tonight!

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After I cleaned myself out I grabbed an old towel, went into Dad's room and
got out the lube and the butt plug.  I put down the towel and laid on his
bed.  I lubed my fingers and started to push one, then two, and then three
inside my ass, adding each one slowly as I got used to them.  After I felt
comfortable with three fingers I decided to start in with the butt plug.

I greased up the plug and started to slide it in and out, a little more
each time.  It wasn't long at all before I felt the pop of the largest part
going into my hole and my ass sealing itself around the base.  I was
actually a little surprised, I was sure it would take longer than that for
my ass to adjust to the bulge of the plug.  I wiggled it around a bit,
enjoying the way it brushed up against my prostate.  I pulled it in and out
a few times just to be sure my muscle was opened up, then I decided it was
time to try the larger dildo.

I pulled out the plug and got the dildo out of the drawer.  I looked it
over with a bit of trepidation, even though I knew Dad's cock was bigger.
It had been a little while since the last time I'd had his cock inside me,
and although the plug felt fine, it's job was really only to help me relax
the sphincter muscle.  The dildo would actually be sliding in much further
than the plug was able to, and even though Dad was longer, I was well aware
that the heat and feel of his cock and the excitement of doing it with him
were major factors in my ability to accommodate him.

I greased up the dildo and began trying to slide it in.  I realized pretty
quickly that I would have the same issue with the dildo that I had when
using my own fingers; my arms just weren't long enough to reach down and
easily manipulate stuff that far between my legs.  I had to grab the dildo
halfway down its length rather than by its fake balls, and since I'd made
the whole shaft slippery with lube I'd only made it more difficult for
myself.  I really understood the purpose of the suction cup on the bottom
now.  If I'd had more practice with all this ass-play maybe I could just
attach the thing to the wall and back myself onto it!

I managed to get the head of the dildo to go into my ass, only because I'd
already opened myself up with the plug and my hole hadn't closed back up
yet.  I got the bright idea of bending my leg and using the heel of my foot
to push the dildo in farther.  It was great while it slid past my prostate,
but once it began exploring the part of my hole beyond where the plug had
ended, it wasn't quite as comfortable.  I found that I just had to move my
heel away and the greasy dildo started to slide itself back out.  I
established a rhythm of heel in, heel out; dildo in, dildo out, and finally
got most of the dang thing inside me.

I laid there with the dildo most of the way inside me and rested my leg.
It didn't feel anywhere near as good as Dad's cock, and it made me wonder
if people really used these things all the time.  I guess it would have to
do if they couldn't get the real thing, but I honestly thought I would just
go without.  Even still, my cock started to get hard when I thought of the
look on Dad's face if he came home right now and saw the thing sticking out
of my butt.  I had a vision of him pulling it out and quickly replacing it
with his hard prick, and I started to stroke myself off.  Of course, that
was the exact moment that I heard my cell phone make it's `incoming text'
noise.

Without thinking I quickly got up off the bed, only to have the dildo shoot
out of me and hit the floor.  At first the shock of having an empty ass
plus the sound of the dildo hitting the floor froze me in place.  Then I
started giggling as I rushed to my room to grab my phone.  My hands were
still slippery so it took me a moment to pick up the phone to read Dad's
text:

          `Leaving tvrn now, heading to carls house will get food then b
there in about 20 xxoo'

Already?  I looked at the time on my phone and was stunned that I had been
playing on his bed for just over an hour!  I texted back `ok', then hustled
to his room and wiped off the lube bottle with the towel.  I took the dildo
and the butt plug into the bathroom to wash them off, then decided I'd just
slide the plug back into place in my ass.  If Dad was in the mood to fuck
then I'd still be ready for him, and if he wasn't, I would just find a time
to discreetly remove it without him noticing.

After I cleaned everything and put it away I grabbed an old beach towel and
draped it on the couch.  I put a couple of beers in the freezer for Dad,
set the timer, and then grabbed myself a soda.  I picked up a book and
parked myself on one end of the towel.

I managed to finish reading two chapters of my book just as I heard the
truck pull into the driveway.  I'd decided to just stay seated so I
wouldn't accidently expose my plugged butt to him, so I just looked up and
smiled at him after he came in the door and peeked his head into the living
room.

"Hi Pops, did you have a good time?"

"Surprisingly good Sean, I trust you managed to entertain yourself," he
said as he dropped a bag next to me on the couch.

The timer went off in the kitchen just as I felt the blush creeping up my
face.  If only he knew exactly what kind of entertaining I'd been doing
while he was gone!  Thankfully, he turned in the direction of the timer.
"That'll be your freezer beer," I managed to get out while I busied myself
looking in the bag, hoping he wouldn't turn back to look at me and wonder
why my face was red.

"Ah yes, thinking about your old man as always!  Thanks Sean," he said,
walking into the kitchen to retrieve the beer.  "Are you good on your
soda?"

"Yes, thanks," I replied, grateful for the couple of minutes to calm down.

"It's later than we usually eat so I just stopped off and got us each a
couple of soft tacos," he said as he headed back in.  He took a look at me
and grinned, then began stripping off his clothes.  "Mind if I share your
towel son?"

"Sure thing Dad," I giggled, scooting over a little.  The plug hit me right
on the pleasure-nub and I had to swallow the little yelp that tried to come
up.  "So, spill... how did it go?"

"Sean, I barely broached the topic of whether Carl was seeing anybody when
he just opened up to me.  He told me he was having those feelings again
about young guys, and he was trying to be good but it was tough.  I really
had to struggle to manage my facial expressions.  I wasn't sure whether to
look surprised, or expectant or just what.  It turns out that he's been
wanting to talk to me about all of this for some time now!"

"Really?  I bet you were relieved you didn't have to use any of the little
speech we rehearsed."

"Oh hell yes," he said before chugging half of the beer.  "Ahh, that tastes
good... all I had at the Tavern was that non-alcoholic stuff.  I'm trying
to cut back but that stuff just doesn't taste right."

"I'm sorry Dad, here I am tempting you with freezer-beer."

He laughed and patted my bare leg.  "It's the weekend son.  Besides, after
tonight's conversation with Carl, I need a drink," he said, shaking his
head.

"Okay, well, can you tell me anything about it?  I don't want to get into
Carl's personal business if he confided in you Dad, but I am curious."

He opened up the bag and handed me a couple of tacos, then started to
unwrap one for himself.  "I don't think I'm betraying his confidence,
seeing as your name came up in the conversation right from the start."  I
tensed up, holding the taco in mid-air.  Dad must have been watching me for
my reaction because he chuckled and nudged the taco closer to my mouth.
"It's okay Sean, it's nothing bad.  If anything, you've helped Carl a lot
without even knowing it."

He took a few bites of his food then a swallow of beer.  "Carl knew that
you were in the bathroom that day in the park Sean.  I know you suspected
that, and you were right.  At first he was pretty upset at the time it
happened, and even a little angry.  He admitted that he was not being very
friendly towards you after that, and it took you treating him like a good
friend during your hospital stay to make him realize that his anger was
misdirected.  He should have been angry with himself, not at you or anyone
else.  He really does see you as the kind of guy he would want his own son
to be like, if he'd ever become a parent.  You've actually been great about
including him in things and he is very grateful to you."

I had to stop and take a couple of swigs from my soda to try and clear the
lump that was forming in my throat.  "Wow, Dad," I whispered.  "I mean I've
tried to be a friend to him ever since the hospital and he really has
stepped up.  I feel badly for the constant, unintentional nudity though.  I
hope he doesn't think I've been teasing him or anything."

Dad laughed and patted my leg again.  "Yeah, that came up too buddy."  I
tensed up again and he could feel it through the hand that was still on my
leg.  "It's okay Sean, he was laughing about it.  He knows those were
accidental, and the fact that you didn't freak out, knowing what you'd
heard in that park bathroom, just reinforced with him that you didn't think
he was a bad guy and you weren't afraid of him.  That doesn't mean he
wasn't sure where to put his eyes when he saw you, but hell, I'd be the
same way if someone wandered into the room stark naked and I wasn't
expecting it."

"That's a relief!  I admit its flipped back and forth in my mind when I
think about how I've flashed him.  Sometimes I think it was okay, and other
times I worry that he thought I was being a jerk."

"Well, like I said once before, I don't see Carl as the type to sit around
in the nude with us here at the house, watching a game on TV or just
chatting, but he doesn't think of either incident as anything more than an
overly energetic teenager.  I told him that you and I aren't modest around
the house, and I explained that I was trying to help you be comfortable
with your body and the way it's changing as you grow into becoming a man.
We also talked about how much better we would have been in our own skin
during our teen years if our fathers had helped us out like this."

"So... what about going forward.  You said he's struggling with his
feelings."

"He's started to see a therapist Sean, and that part really is confidential
so please don't repeat that.  I don't know that he would be upset that you
knew, but keep it just between us anyway.  If he decides to tell you on his
own, that's up to him, of course."

We finished the last of the tacos while I thought about everything.  "What
do you think will happen the next time I see him Dad?  Do you think it will
be strained?  I don't want him to be all nervous around me."

"Well, he did tell me that it would be okay if you knew he was aware of
what you heard in that park.  He did explain that that little boy actually
did ask him to help him in the bathroom.  Carl knows he took it further
than that and shouldn't have, but he didn't lure that boy in."

I almost opened my mouth to ask the first question that came to mind but
thankfully my brain kicked in and stopped me.  How did Dad see himself
during his conversation with Carl?  He certainly didn't `lure me in', but I
didn't know how to ask him about Carl seeing a therapist about having sex
with strange boys versus Dad having sex with me.  Granted, I wasn't a
little kid on a baseball team needing help with his pants in the bathroom,
but could Dad separate his feelings for me from what Carl was going
through?  I just knew that if I brought any of that up tonight I could
forget about sleeping in his bed this evening, or maybe ever again.  I
decided to keep my mouth shut.  If he brought it up I'd see where he went
with it, otherwise I would leave well enough alone.

Dad finished off the second beer, set the empty bottle down on the floor,
then looked around with his hands out.  I started to panic a little when I
realized that we would both need to wash our hands, and if I stood up and
headed to a sink I didn't know if he would notice the butt plug.  My mind
started to calculate how tall he was, how much of the plug was visible
between my asscheeks if we were both standing, whether or not the way I
walked was affected by wearing the plug... I couldn't shut off my brain.

Dad just wiped his hands off on the towel and grinned at me.  "These towels
have more uses than just protecting the couch and chair from our butts!"
It felt like my eyes had bugged out a little when I saw what he had done,
but my brain quickly caught up with this change in thought direction and I
copied his actions, wiping my hands on the towel and grinning like an
idiot.

He reached up his arms and stretched, a satisfied groan coming out from
deep within his chest.  I saw my cue and I ran with it!  I quickly leaned
in, wrapped my arm around his waist and turned my head into the nearest,
exposed armpit and inhaled.  It was my turn to groan when his masculine
aroma filled my lungs and I immediately stuck out my tongue and began
lapping at the thick hair in his pit.  "Oh yeah boy, lick your Daddy's
pit!" he moaned.  "It's been a couple of hours since my shower and I'm sure
I've worked up some nice flavoring for you."

I climbed into his lap and laid across his hairy chest while I buried my
face in his pit.  I was actually sucking on the hair to get the most from
his taste.  Once I was certain I'd savored as much as possible from that
pit I licked my way across his chest, stopping to nibble at each nipple
before shoving my face into his left pit.  He pulled his right arm down
from behind his head and stroked my hair, pushing me slightly more into his
pit and whispering to me how much he liked watching me worship him.

I could feel his cock already hard and throbbing underneath me, so I
carefully pulled myself away enough to keep from snagging it with my ass
when I started to lick my way down his chest.  He dropped both hands to my
waist, and then allowed them to slide up the sides of my torso while I
lowered myself down to my ultimate goal.  I could feel the precum leaking
from his cock and leaving a trail up my chest.  He opened his knees to give
me more room, his hands on my shoulders and then back on my head when my
legs started to touch the floor.

I opened my mouth wide to take in the head of his cock and let it slowly
slide down my throat while I settled between his legs.  By the time my
knees hit the floor his cock was hitting the back of my throat.  I
swallowed, angled my head a little, and felt his dick push through until my
face was surrounded by his dark, red pubes.

"Oh damn boy!" he practically shouted.  "All the way down without stopping!
I just fuckin LOVE it when you throat me!"  I hummed around his dick to
agree with him on how much I loved doing it.  "Oh yeah boy, I can feel your
throat vibrating around my meat when you make those little noises."  I
pulled my head back to his tip, slathered my tongue around it then dove
back down to the base of his cock again, humming all the way down.  His
legs twitched and I could feel him flexing his dick inside my mouth as he
moaned.

I started to move my head up and down, allowing my lips to open up a little
each time so my saliva would leak out and coat his shaft.  "Damn boy," he
whispered.  "You're really drooling over my prick tonight, aren't ya?"  I
had an ultimate goal in mind and I wanted his cock to be as wet and
slippery as I could make it with just my spit, so I just nodded my head and
hummed again.  I was too focused on my task to actually pull off and form a
verbal response.

I'd been playing with his hairy balls the whole time, and when I could feel
my spit dripping down onto them I knew it was go-time.  I let go of his
crotch and stood up, then laid back on the couch with my feet near his lap.

"Why'd ya stop, you had me so close!?"  He had a bewildered expression on
his face even though his eyes still had that glazed-over look.  I watched
him as I pulled my knees back and spread my legs.  His eyes took a moment
to focus, then he looked down and noticed the butt plug.  "Fuuuuuuuck boy!"
he groaned.  "You've been sitting there all this time with that plug
stretching your ass, just waiting for your Daddy's prick?  Oh my fucking
god!!"

I reached down and eased the plug out a little, then in, then out a little
more, his eyes watching every movement.  He reached down to grab his cock,
I assumed to start stroking it, so I used my right foot to pin his arm
against his belly before he could touch himself.  "Nope, no
touching... we're gonna need all that extra lubrication I layered on you."
The butt plug popped out of my ass and his eyes popped open wider.  I
smeared the lube that came out with the plug around my hole.  "I need my
Daddy to fuck me in the ass, right now, right here on the couch," I
whispered.

A huge grin split across his face and he actually growled.  He grabbed my
left ankle with one hand and cupped the other hand underneath his dick.  He
looked down at his cock and let some of his spit drop down on his shaft,
then did it again, using two fingers to smear it all around the crown.  He
leaned forward and hocked another glob of spit right at my hole, then
grabbed my other ankle and spread my legs open.  Without even having to use
a hand to point his cock at my hole he moved forward and I felt the head
breach my pucker.  There was just a little bit of pain since his cock was
thicker than the plug but he rocked a little back and forth, his eyes
staring right into mine with concern.  As soon as the pain subsided I
winked at him.  He smiled again and started to push in.

As soon as he brushed over my nub I moaned.  "There you go," he said, his
voice low and husky.  "That's what you wanted, right boy?  Your Daddy's big
cock sliding into your cute little asshole, rubbing up against your button?
Damn boy... so hot inside... all lubed up and ready for me, your hole
stretched but still so damn tight.  You're so good to your Daddy; I'm gonna
be good to you too."  He hit bottom then and wiggled back and forth as if
he was just making sure we had the best, tightest fit.  I could feel his
big balls rubbing against me, the hair on his nuts a little ticklish
against my butt.  My own cock lurched up and a blob of precum bubbled up
and out.  He let go of my ankles and leaned into me.

I flexed the muscles inside my ass and we both groaned.  I draped my arms
up around his neck while also wrapping my legs around his back.  I
tightened my legs and pulled inwards, as if there was any more space in my
ass for his cock that he hadn't already stuffed full.  "Yes Sir,
Daddy... your boy needs you to fuck him now..."

His smile turned into a lecherous grin and he pulled out about halfway then
back in again.  He pulled back again, about three quarters of the way that
time, dragging his fat cockhead over my nub and grinning even bigger when I
moaned and squirmed under him.  He continued to do it like that over and
over, and through my haze I recognized that he had been looking for the
exact location of my prostate and he was trying to hit it every time.

He was sliding in and out of me slowly at first, but then he started to
pick up some speed.  I knew I didn't need to grab my own dick because the
last times he'd fucked me I was able to cum without even touching myself.
The way he was working my button was getting me close, but when he leaned
further into me and his hairy abs started rubbing against my dick I knew I
wouldn't last too much longer.

He reached over my head with his left hand to grab the armrest of the
couch, then used his right hand to pull my head up so my face was buried in
his left armpit.  I moaned and started to lap at his pit; he groaned and
started thrusting into me faster.  "Oh yeah," I murmured.  "Fuck your boy's
asshole!"  I didn't think he would understand me since he had my face
buried into his pit.  I was wrong.

"Fucking tight ass... love fucking it with my big dick... fuckin love your
hole boy!"  He pulled my face out of his pit and buried his tongue in my
mouth.  "Mmmm, fuck boy, my pit tastes good, no wonder you like `em so
much," he growled before shoving his tongue back in.  I knew he could taste
his pit sweat on my lips and tongue and he seemed to want to suck it right
out of me.

I couldn't picture in my head the position he must have been in to be able
to kiss me at the same time he was thrusting himself all the way in my
hole, nailing my prostate almost every time and rubbing his belly against
my throbbing dick.  I tried to imagine how I could get us in front of a
mirror the next time and recreate this.  Mostly I was trying to keep myself
a little distracted so I wouldn't cum too quickly, but that backfired on
me.  Just picturing what I looked like with my big, hairy, muscular Dad
fucking me like a piston made my balls start to boil with the need to shoot
my load.

I tried to hold back, really I did, but the way he was fucking me, the way
he was kissing me, his scent, the way he was practically growling... it all
became too much.  I cried out into his mouth and lost it, shooting my cream
up onto his chest and squirming around under him like a puppy.  It seemed
to go on forever, and I could feel myself tightening my hole with each
pulse of cum.

Dad chuckled in my mouth and slowed down his motion until he was just
sliding in and out as if he was just caressing my hole.  "Good boy... I
think you covered us both," he said, pulling his face back a little to look
at me.  "Should I stop... are you too sensitive now?" he asked me.

"Hell no, keep fucking me, I fucking love it!" I said, pulling him in with
my legs.  He chuckled and started to pick up speed again.  I could tell he
was still trying to hold back, and although I appreciated his concern for
my butt, I was already starting to feel a twinge in my dick and I was
fairly certain I would be rock hard again pretty quickly.

I pulled my hands from his neck and reached in between us.  I rubbed my
hands up and down his sides, then played with the hair on his chest.  I
found his nipples and started to tweak them, causing the immediate reaction
of him shoving his cock in so far I thought he was trying to push it out my
throat!  "FUCK boy, you keep doin that and I'm gonna cream your ass full!"
I backed off a little because I wanted him to enjoy himself inside me and
not push him over the edge before he really wanted to.

"Fuck me harder Sir!  I love it when your balls slap against me," I cried.

He took me at my word and started to pump into me.  "Fuck boy, you get me
so hot when you beg for my dick," he moaned.  "You want my fuckin' dick,
I'll give you my fuckin' dick!"  He started to slam in and out of me so
hard it was a good thing my head was up against the armrest of the couch!
I was hard again and even though he was fucking for his pleasure now he was
still brushing against my button.  I started to clench my ass muscles every
time he pulled out and he groaned his approval.

I found his nipples again and started to pinch them.  He growled at me
again, and then started cursing.  He gave one more deep thrust and yelled
out.  I could feel his cock throbbing in my ass and I knew he was filling
me up.  He started slowly fucking me again, trying to get some extra
friction to help him pump out all of his juice.

"Fuck... fuck... oh fuck... you are too much boy... oh fuck," he moaned.
He lowered himself until he was almost laying on top of me, supporting
himself with his elbows to keep his full weight from smothering me.  His
sweat was dripping down into my hair and on my forehead; by this time he
had stretched himself out so my face was almost in his neck.  I leaned up
and licked at his neck and he sighed.  "Damn Sean, it's a good thing I'm in
decent shape.  I think you and your hot ass could just kill me if I'm not
too careful.  Damn I love fucking you!"  He leaned down and kissed me a few
times, then he leaned back and smiled at me.  "There seems to be something
hard poking me in the belly Sean.  You're ready for another round already
aren't you boy?"

I wiggled my eyebrows at him.  "Well, you know Sir, if you would just slide
on up here and allow your boy to clean off your cock with my tongue, I'm
sure my right hand could take care of round 2."

He wiggled his own eyebrows back at me in response.  "I've got a better
idea."  He put his leg on the floor, slid his cock out of my hole then
pushed himself up.  "Skootch down the couch for me."

I slid down the couch until my feet touched the other end.  He walked to
where my head used to be and climbed onto the couch, straddling my head
with his knees.  He spread his knees father apart until his cum-covered
cock dangled right over my face.  "Open wide boy," he said.  I did, and his
cock fell right into my mouth.  I moaned and immediately began sucking the
cum off of his cock.  I felt him lowering himself to lay on top of me and I
thought he was just getting comfortable, but suddenly I felt his mouth
sliding over my dick.  I moaned even louder when he started to move his
head up and down, sucking me.  His tongue was wrapping itself around my
dick at the same time as mine was doing the same thing to his.

I found myself sucking his cock like I normally would, rather than just
cleaning it off like a good bottom boy.  I could tell he was starting to
get a little bigger in my mouth, but it wasn't like it would have been if
he hadn't already fucked me.  Meanwhile, he was doing an incredible job on
my dick, and I knew it wouldn't be long before I exploded again.  The
sensation of his mouth and tongue at the same time as I was cleaning his
cock of his cum was getting to be too much.

I was getting so close when his hand slid around under my balls and he
stuck what felt like 3 fingers in my slick ass and quickly found my button.
That did it!  I started to shoot into his mouth, then I had to try and keep
from laughing when he made `mmm, mmm, good' noises.  His cock popped out of
my mouth and I reached up and bopped him on his butt.  He pulled off me and
turned on his side to lie next to me.

He looked at me and winked, then pulled his hand up and offered me his
cum-covered fingers to clean off.  I opened my mouth and let him put them
inside, then I closed my lips around then and sucked them clean, making my
own `mmm, mmm, good' noises.  We both laughed while I snuggled into him.  I
picked up the butt plug and handed it to him with a grin.  "Put this back
in me Dad, I don't want any of you to leak out!"  He grinned right back at
me and worked it back inside my asshole again.

"You are just fucking amazing Sean... and vice versa!  I never know what to
expect from you, but damn if it isn't always hot.  I'm gonna put this
memory into my spank bank and use it over and over again."

I tilted my head and looked at him.  "Spank bank?"

He laughed and ducked his head for a moment.  "New lesson for you!" he
said.  "When you see something sexual, or develop a sexual fantasy and want
to remember it so you can think about it while you're jerking off later on,
it's called putting it your `spank bank'.  You know, masturbation terms;
jerk off, choke the chicken... spank the monkey."

I started laughing so hard I almost pushed him off the couch.  "Choke the
chicken?  Spank the monkey?  Who comes up with these things?"

He laughed along with me.  "Sean, there might be as many slang words and
phrases for masturbation as there are men masturbating.  I'm sure I've
forgotten more than I can say, but I know I've heard a bunch of them,
especially when I was in school."

I laughed a little more thinking about how silly those were, then I
suddenly sobered.  "Hey!  Are you telling me that you've been spanking your
monkey lately?"

He winked at me.  "Sean, I haven't spanked anything in a long time, not
since the last time you and I spanked together.  As soon as you showed me
how much you like having my dick in your mouth and in your cute, tight,
little ass, every drop of cum from my balls has gone inside of you."

I couldn't help myself and let out a relived sigh.  "Good Dad, I'm happy to
hear it.  I don't want you wasting your precious cum, not while I'm around
to swallow it or absorb it!"

"Well if you'd stop shooting off while I'm fucking you, I'd swallow all of
yours too, boy"

"Sorry Sir, you just fuck me so good I can't control it.  Your big cock
rubs back and forth over my love-button and there's nothing I can do to
stop myself shooting off all over us."

He leaned in and kissed my nose while he stroked my cheek.  "Baby boy, I am
very pleased to be of service.  You make me feel so good, especially the
way you clench those ass muscles of yours.  Shit, I'm getting hard again
just thinking about it!"

I twisted away from him and got on my hands and knees then wiggled my ass
in the air.  "C'mon Daddy, do your boy again please!"

His eyes got wide, then he got that wicked grin his face again.  "Quick,
let's go brush our teeth then get on my bed.  If you can handle it I think
I can go again."

I jumped up and raced to the bathroom.  I could hear him laughing as he
locked the doors and turned out the lights.  I was on his bed on all fours
again before he finished pissing, so I quickly got out the lube and laid it
next to me.  I pressed my shoulders into the bed and stuck my butt up as
high as I could.  I heard him walking down the hall then give a low whistle
when he entered his room.  "Damn boy, that sight's going in my spank bank
for sure!"

I tried to suppress a giggle, and the only reason I was successful was he
took that moment to lean in behind me and start kissing my butt cheeks.  I
heard him pop open the lube while he flicked his tongue up under my balls
and I shuddered.  "Mmmm," he moaned.  "I can taste my cum that leaked out
before I plugged you again.  Speaking of which..."  I felt him grab hold of
the base of the plug and start to wiggle it out.  No sooner had the plug
popped out of my hole then the big head of his cock started to slide in.
If he'd lost any of his erection while closing up the house and brushing
his teeth, he must have gotten it back quickly enough while kissing my ass!
It made me kind of proud that I had that effect on him.

Dad groaned when his balls touched mine, and I felt him try to wiggle in
just a little bit more until there was no way for him to get any deeper
inside me.  I wiggled back at him and he chuckled.  "Oh baby boy... words
cannot express how amazing your ass feels wrapped around my cock."

"Maybe as amazing at your cock feels stuffed inside my ass?" I asked.  "One
if these days I want to feel you pissing inside my hole."

"Oh fuck Sean," he whispered.  "Yeah... that would be so fucking hot."  He
started to slide his cock in and out, slowly, as if my comment was the
catalyst he needed to get him to start fucking me.  I could tell this
wasn't going to be one of his pound-into-me fucks.

He reached around me and ran his hands up and down my sides, my back and my
chest.  He leaned forward so his chest hair was tickling my back,
supporting himself with one hand while his free hand continued to caress me
all over.  I whimpered at the sensation of his dick dragging along my
button at the same time as his big hand was stroking and massaging my skin.

After about five minutes he whispered in my ear.  "Stretch your legs out
and lie down Seanie."  I slowly let my legs slide down towards the foot of
the bed with Dad following me down, pushing his cock all the way in me to
keep it from coming out.  I felt more of his weight on me in that position
but I knew he was still holding himself up somehow, reluctant to squish me
with his hairy body.

I pushed my ass back into his pelvis every time he slid in me, trying to
make sure I was getting every possible fraction of an inch of his cock.  He
was slowly kissing my back, my neck, the back of my head... pretty much
everywhere he could reach.  He nibbled a little on my ear and even bite a
little on my neck and shoulder.  I knew he wasn't actually leaving teeth
marks that would survive overnight and I thought how cool it would be if he
actually did.  I sighed a little and as usual he picked up on it.

"Everything okay Seanie?"

"Oh yeah Dad, everything is way more than okay.  I was just thinking that
if you were trying to turn me into a werewolf you'll have to bite down
harder than that.  And I be way more than okay with that too!"

He chuckled and I could feel it all up and down my back where his chest and
belly were touching me.  "Let's move so we're laying on our sides Sean."
He slipped one arm under my neck while turning us and pulled me into him
with the other arm.  He continued to slide his cock in and out, and
although I didn't think we were getting maximum penetration in this
position, it still felt great.

"Now I know why you wanted us to brush our teeth first," I murmured.  "No
disrespect on your skills Dad, but I could fall asleep just like this.
It's so much better than a bedtime story."

He snickered into my ear.  "I understand what you mean.  It feels so good
to slowly slide my dick in and out of your tight little hole, not so I can
cum but just to enjoy the way it feels.  It's times like this when I
understand what you mean when you say you like me to be the dominant one.
I gotta tell you Sean, right now it feels so good to wrap myself around
you, holding you tight with my cock buried in your ass. At some point we'll
both fall asleep, and I expect I'll soften up and slip out sometime
afterwards, but the idea of staying up inside you all night is a fucking
turn on!"

I moaned and grabbed his arm to snuggle in closer.  "I've wanted this for
some time... I hope you stay hard all night!"

I could feel him smiling up against my shoulder.  "If anyone can keep me
hard all night Sean, it's you.  I'll try to keep my dreams as erotic as
possible, maybe that will help me keep a stiff dick."

"Dad, you're so big you might stay in me anyway, soft or hard.  I don't
think I've lost a drop of the cum you shot up in me earlier... you're so
much better than a butt plug," I giggled.

He started to thrust in and out a little harder, reaching down to grab onto
my hard-on.  "Mmmm yeah little boy, Daddy's just churning my cum inside
you.  I wonder if this is how the Pilgrims learned how to make butter?"

I started sniggering at the vision that popped into my mind.  "Don't Dad,
if I start laughing you might pop out!"  He shoved himself in as far as he
could and held me close for a moment as if to stave off any
early-withdrawal accidents.  "Don't tell me you aren't thinking about out
next Thanksgiving dinner now."  He grabbed onto me tighter and we both
started laughing.  "I can see it know... `Please pass the butter Aunt
April', and you choking on a turkey leg".

"Stop Sean!  Now I'll never be able to conjure up any erotic dreams so I
can stay hard.  All I can think of now is your school Thanksgiving play
when you were in the 3rd grade, dressed in your Pilgrim outfit!"

"Okay, okay, you're right.  Hmm, let's see."  I started to rub my hand up
and down the arm he had wrapped around me.  "Oh yeah Daddy, fuck my little
boyhole."

He began sliding in and out again, and I was pretty sure he had stiffened
back up completely again.  "Boyhole, eh?" he asked.  "Yeah boy... I like
that.  This may be your boyhole, but it belongs to me right now."

"Yes Sir Daddy.  It's yours all night, and any other time you want it."

We settled back down to the slow fuck from before, and I concentrated on
how good he felt in order to keep myself from thinking about the Mayflower
or anything involving turkeys.  I couldn't help but grin to myself, but
there was something about having a thick, 8.5-inch dick in my ass that
overrode thoughts of anything else.  Dad's soft kisses on my neck and
shoulder put me into a trance.  I drifted off to sleep knowing that
although he was barely moving, he was still hard and I hoped he would stay
that way all night.


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