Date: Sun, 4 Jan 2015 09:28:50 -0500
From: Bob Roberts <bobroberts0009@gmail.com>
Subject: Lobbyist's Son - Part II

This story is total fiction, loosely inspired by bits of real events that
have happened in my life.  It involves a minor willingly engaging in sex
with his father.  If that bothers you, or if you should not be reading this
for any reason, please stop.  And if you're someone who thinks about taking
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Part II:

My boydick continued to mature over the next couple of years.  By age 12,
my three-incher was now pushing five and was starting to show some of the
fatness and mushroom head that made my father's cock such a fine sucktool.
Beyond that, not much had changed.  My father was still a jerk.  His dick
still filled my young mouth at every opportunity and he was never
particularly nice about it, but I nonetheless still craved that meat every
bit as much as he craved my throat.

My twelfth birthday was typical for him.  No present (my mother took care
of that) and just a half-hearted "Happy Birthday."  Well, no present other
than the fact that he'd decided that at age 12 I was now old enough to be
fucked.

Per our routine, I was in his study that night massaging his neck soon
after he got home.  Him in nothing but his boxers, Rolex and a Crown &
Coke, me stripped down to boxers as well.  As always, the room was slowly
filling up with the aroma of his cigar.  By 12, I'd already completely
associated cigars (and Rolexes for that matter) with sex, fetishes that I
carry with me still.

Also per routine, my father's cock was soon out of his boxers and my hungry
young mouth was on it - licking, slurping, deep throating, teasing his
bulbous head with my tongue - just a normal night's work fueled by his
moans and his endless stream of profanity.  Precum and cigar smoke tickled
my taste buds and I knew I'd soon be swallowing another hot load of the
seed that made me.  Surprisingly, though, he ordered me to stop.

Pulling me up onto the sofa, he grabbed a tube of lubricant and slicked up
his throbbing tool.  My father shoved me face down onto the cushions.
"You're one hell of a little cocksucker, but you're old enough now that
it's time for me to find out what this tight boypussy feels like."  I was
shocked, a bit panicked even, although I'd seen enough porn that I'd begun
fantacizing about having his meat inside me.  None of those feelings
mattered though, as he was quickly on top of me.  He still outsized me
considerably at that age and I couldn't get away even if I wanted to.

Never much for tenderness or foreplay, my father swiftly lubed my virgin
hole and shoved his dickhead through the barrier.  I cried out - just from
shock, really - but I was soon overcome by how damn good it felt.  "Shut
the fuck up, boy.  I've waited long enough to take this little ass and it's
going to happen.  Not a goddamn thing you're gonna do about it."  My father
pushed me face down to muffle the cry that by then had already ended.  "Go
on, do it fucker," I thought, "Let's see what you've fuckin got."

I felt most of his weight on top of me as he rammed in balls-deep.  Fuck,
that felt amazing!  My body was still tense but my small ass was totally
relaxed.  Cigar clenched in his teeth, my father pounded me mercilessly
with his hairy fit chest atop my tender back.  "Goddamn, you fuckin like
this boy.  You like your daddy's cock up there don't you?  Fuck this
pussy's tight!"  My face still pressed into the sofa, all I could muster in
response was a "mmmph" as he drilled away, the mushroom head and thick
midpole perfectly hitting my young prostate.  The most intense load of my
young life immediately shot into the towel below me.  My spasms were
obvious.  "Fuckin right," he spat out through a cloud of smoke. "You fuckin
get off having a studcock raping that little pussy, don't you boy?  Good
thing 'cause I'm never gonna stop taking this hole.  Every night boy, every
goddamn night!  I made this fuckin pussy and I'm gonna goddamn own it, you
little fuck!"

My father slid down behind me, arms wrapped tight as his boyfucker pistoned
me relentlessly.  Left arm around my throat, the steel of his Rolex cold
and hard against my skin.  Cigar in his right hand just inches from my
hungry mouth, smoke infusing my every deep breath.  The harder he fucked,
the tighter his grasp became.  My five inches had not gone down at all
after cumming - in fact I was probably even harder.  I jacked furiously,
matching the intensity of his fuck.  My father then dominantly forced his
cigar into my mouth.  "I'm getting ready to fill this pussy up and you need
something to suck on, you little cocksucker."  I happily complied, exhaling
stream after stream of creamy smoke as my father's familiar moans and
curses grew behind me.  As he forced his seed as deep as it could go, the
warmth of his cum and the taste of his cigar in my mouth drove me to
another boygasm.  My five incher sprayed its massive load across the room.
Moans, "fucks", and creamy smoke poured from my 12-year-old mouth like the
father who'd just taken my virginity.

He held onto me for a minute or two but neither of us were spent.  Mumbles
of "tight fuckin boycunt" again began passing his lips, and his 6.5 inches
resumed their deep thrusting.  The cold steel of his Rolex harsh against my
throat, the cigar alternating between his lips and mine, my prick of a
father continued his amazing boyfuck.  Goddamn that felt good.  My five
inches were still rock hard - without a doubt the hardest my cock had ever
been.  The fullness of my father's thick meat dominantly fucking his boy,
the intoxication of his creamy smoke.  I wildly jacked my young manhood as
I heard his familiar build-up in my ears.  "Goddamn stud fuckin this
boypussy.  Tight little ass on my stud cock.  Your daddy goddamn owns this
little ...."  Words trailed off into moans as he again deepbred my virgin
hole.  Ramming the cigar back into my lips, my father unloaded his second
batch of warm seed deep inside me.  Again the heat of his semen and the
taste of the cigar drove a huge load out of my boycock.  My kidseed again
sprayed across the room.

My father held me tightly for a few more minutes.  Dominantly, not
affectionately.  He continued to slowly thrust.  We each shot one last load
of what little cum we had left.  And he was through.  "Damn, boy, you'd
better clean up," was all I heard.  Again, though, I didn't fuckin
mind. Hell, I'd just had sex.  And it was fantastic.

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This story will be continued with a few more chapters.  Roles and balance
of power will shift considerably.