Date: Mon, 14 Nov 2016 15:58:33 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: Making It Real

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(Author's note: this is a follow-up to an earlier story of mine, "Dad's New
Dimensions", which you can see here:
http://a4f101.tumblr.com/post/110381196829/ )

"C'mon, fill me up," I murmured, feeling his stubbled jaw grazing along
mine, as those thick, python-like arms of his coiled around me. His big
cock throbbed away at my ass, hot and sticky and slowly insistent, as he
nuzzled along my jaw, up to that space just below my ear that made me
shiver all over.

"Yeah, buddy?" Dad murmured back, flicking the tip of his tongue against
that spot, making me growl. "Send you off with something to remember me by,
huh?"

"Three fuckin' months to remember you by," I said. "You better believe I'll
be remembering you... us... this... so c'mon, fucker - fill your boy. Load
me up, you big stud."

Dad pulled my face around to meet his as the blunt, leaking tip of his cock
pressed harder against my hole, slipping me the thick wetness of his tongue
as he pushed inside. We grunted into each other's mouths as he slowly
slipped all seven inches up inside of me, filling me up like nobody else
could do. Like I didn't let anybody else do, anymore. We belonged to each
other now, and this was just for us. My ass for him, and his for me.

"Fuck yeah, buddy," he grunted as his mouth pulled back from mine, a strand
of spit still connecting our lips before he licked it up, thrusting his way
up deep into me, building up his fuck rhythm like an old steam train
powering up. "Send you off with your guts full of your old man. What is
this, three loads now?"

"Four," I moaned, craning my head to kiss him again hungrily, as his big
paws roamed over the muscles of my chest and stomach, down into the sweaty
tangle of my bush, along the throbbing stickiness of my own cock. "And
still room for more. So give it to me, Dad. Breed your boy again."

"Fuck yeah," he growled, his eyes all lust-fiery now, and squeezed those
big arms of his even tighter around me and set to fucking me the way he
knew I loved best. The way only he could.

I had six loads in me, more or less, when the plane took off, and my cock
was half-hard in my jeans the entire flight, thinking about the intense
fuckfest of a weekend we'd had. I hated being away for these long
stretches, but the money was excellent, and the absence really did make the
heart grow fonder, for him and me both. Things were better than ever
between us, both of us as hot for each other as we'd been since we first
started messing around. Something about being together like we were now,
coupled up, deeply kinked out and perfectly suited to a life together as
father and son lovers, just made it even hotter.

I thought about the last time I'd been away, how he'd surprised me when I
got home with the big swell of belly he'd grown, playing along with those
intensely pervy things we grunted to each other in the throes of our
incestuous sex, making our fantasies flesh. Even after he'd worked most of
the stomach back off again, back to the thick, natural power of his beefy
frame, the effects still lingered. The lust felt even more intense. And by
the time the flight landed, I knew what I was going to do.

"You storing nuts away for winter, Coble?" Braxton said as I sat down at
one of the big tables at the mess hall. I looked at him, not getting it,
then saw his eyes flick to the swell of my stomach under my shirt. Then I
chuckled.

"Guess I'm just having a fat month," I shrugged, and forked a big lump of
potatoes into my mouth.

Six weeks into the stint, and my efforts were starting to show. I'd given
up most of my cardio routine, was back to drinking full-fat milk and
carboloading like I was back in school playing football again. I'd kept up
with lifting, though, because I knew Dad liked the big, thick power of my
muscles. But my abs were gone, my stomach swelling noticeably now, and
pretty soon my usual size-large shirts weren't going to cut it.

"Fuck yeah," I said to myself in my room after dinner, shirtless, running
my hands over the growing swell of my belly, my cock roaring hard in my
shorts. And not long after, I was lying back on my bed, furiously stroking
out my load onto that swell of stomach, rubbing my cum into the skin, all
the while picturing how Dad was gonna react to the sight of me and my new,
fuller dimensions.

Six weeks later, and the sight of him waiting for me at the end of the
concourse put that little flip in my gut that told me everything we'd been
doing these past few years, everything I hoped to continue doing with him
into the future, was right. Yeah, the lust factor was awesome, the sex
intense, but it was deeper than all of that, and that was what I liked the
most of all. I knew he did too, could see it in the way his handsome,
stubbly mug lit up as he saw me coming up the concourse towards him.

I had a roomy hoodie on, so it wasn't until we hugged that he noticed how
much fuller I'd gotten. I felt his big hand pause for a moment as it patted
my back, and then rub a slow circle between my shoulder blades that had my
cock stretching inside my underwear. That was about as far as we could go
in public like this. That was the only part about our relationship that
sucked.

"Good food on this tour, huh bud?" Dad chuckled in my ear as his hand ran
that lazy circle on my back.

"I dunno, Dad," I murmured back, squeezing my arm around his big shoulders
and letting the swell of my belly press against him for a moment. "Maybe
all those loads of yours finally took, stud."

The way he growled in my ear sent a buzz all the way down to my cock, and I
know he was pretty much ready to yank my clothes off right there in the
Arrivals hall and fuck me senseless. Not as ready as I was...

We managed to keep it together until we got to his truck, and then the
doors had barely clunked closed before he was lunging across the bench seat
to get at me, one big paw rubbing the swell of my belly as his tongue raped
my mouth. Well, can't rape the willing, I guess, and I was giving back just
as good as I was getting, as his big fingers traced over the roundness of
my belly, down to the huge bulge straining the crotch of my jeans.

"Fuckin' knocked me up, Dad," I growled between sloppy kisses. "Just like
you said you would, you big fertile fuck."

"Just like you got me all knocked up last time, huh little buddy," he
growled back, and then we were kissing even harder.

We talked like that the whole drive home, voices low and husky, rubbing
each other's thighs and cockbulges, slowly building the slow boil we were
both feeling. I was leaking a steady flow in my shorts, and from the
slightly squishy feel of the big hard bulge of Dad's cock, I knew he was
flowing like a faucet.

I pressed up against his back as he unlocked the door from the garage into
the house, letting him feel the swell of my stomach and the press of my
cock against his big, meaty ass, my lips grazing the side of his neck,
making him fumble with the keys and nearly drop them, before the door flew
open and we were practically tumbling inside. I dropped my duffel bag on
the kitchen floor and he was turning around to attack me before the door
was even closed, those full lips of his seeking mine out again, his hands
pushing my straining T-shirt up, baring the thick, rounded mass of my belly
as he grunted lustily. He dropped to his knees before me, eyes big and
heated, tracing his fingers over the warm, bare skin, before leaning in to
press his lips to it as I sank my fingers into his short, silver-threaded
dark hair.

"See what you did to me?" I asked softly as he kissed his way slowly over
my stomach. "You're gonna be a father again, Dad."

He moaned, low and deep in his throat, as I bent down to meet his lips and
feed him my tongue. Yeah, all this was just talk, just play, but we were
both on fire now, and that was everything.

In our bedroom, I stripped my shirt off as he popped the buttons on my
jeans, letting my stomach show above the hard tent in my boxer briefs. I
pushed my jeans down as he went to his knees again, licking and kissing and
stroking my stomach, big hand reaching down to squeeze the bigness of my
cockbulge, making me moan and spurt even more pre into the big damp patch
in the cotton.

"So fuckin' beautiful, son," he murmured, looking up at me with eyes full
of that lusty fire, and even more than that, an intense love for me, for
us, for this.

"Gonna be a boy, I can tell," I said, with a smile, losing myself in the
play. "You bred me up right, Dad. Fucked a son into me. Shot that big,
fertile load like you did the night you made me."

"Ah fuck!" he growled, pushing up to kiss me, his hands squeezing the
thickness of my pecs. I could tell he was really digging the contrast, the
steely strength of my big young muscles, all pumped up from hours pushing
iron in the gym, and the thick swell of my stomach. When he'd done this for
me, he'd beefed up and softened all over, gotten so sexily round and
plush. It hadn't worked out quite the same for me, but I knew I was looking
thick, and I could tell how much he liked it by the way he pressed up deep
into me as we tongue-fucked each other.

"Wish I could put another up inside you now, kid," he grunted, as we worked
to get him naked.

He pushed me bodily back onto the bed, yanked my boxer briefs off, and we
both groaned at the way my hard, leaking cock snapped up to slap across the
swell of my belly. Dad's cock was harder and wetter than I'd ever seen it,
as he climbed up to straddle me, thrusting the drooling wetness of his big
breeder cock up and down and over my belly, feeding me his tongue and spit
as we growled and I clutched the muscular flex of his big, powerful ass. I
worked with him, pushing my stomach up, helping slowly grind and fuck
against it, showing him I was just as hot for him and this as he was.

"So why don't you try, Dad?" I grunted. "Can't be any more impossible than
knocking your own son up in the first place, can it?"

His hands caressed the bulge of my belly with a kind of lusty tenderness,
the same intense mix of care and pervy desire he'd shown the first time he
tapped my teen jock ass, as his cock nuzzled up to my pulsing hole. I
wanted him more than ever - not just because of the three months since last
time, but because he was my Dad, my partner, my best friend and lover, and
because the idea of us breeding like this, creating a family of our own,
was so intense inside of me. The fact that he was just as into the idea as
I was made it even hotter, and deeper, as deep as the thrust of his cock as
it pushed its way inside of me again.

"Fuck yeah," I moaned, wrapping my big, muscular thighs around him. "C'mon,
Dad... feed our boy, why don't you..."

"Jesus christ, you hot fucking fuck," Dad hissed, plowing my mouth with his
tongue like his cock was plowing my ass, as we rutted and sweated and
grunted and melted together into one big mass of incestuous flesh.

"C'mon and fuck me, Dad," I murmured. "Shoot that fertile load in your
boy. So I can knock you up too. So we can give Junior here a baby brother
to play with."

"Oh christ!" he yelled, and just like that, even though it had only been a
few minutes, he was blasting off, big sweaty muscles fully flexed, his
handsome mug twisting into that O-face I knew so well. I wished I could
feel each powerful spurt of fertile Dad cum inside of me. Maybe that
spreading sensation of warmth inside was psychological, but whatever, it
was amazing. What I needed most. What I'd missed more than anything else
these past few months.

"You haven't cum yet, buddy," he murmured, all wrapped around my back
again, his big paws stroking over my stomach, caressing it, grazing the
length of my thick, still-hard cock, making me leak onto the distended skin
before rubbing it in.

"I told you, Dad," I murmured back. "I wanna put one in you too. We can
call `em twins."

He chuckled at that, and then we kissed some more, and I was shifting
around in his arms, pushing up between his thighs, feeling his big, sticky
cock steadily regrowing as I fucked mine against it. I dipped my hips, down
to graze my cockhead against his balls, down over his taint, into the warm,
sweaty depth of his cleft, but his big hands squeezed my pecs to stop me.

"No, son," he said, slipping his paws back down to my stomach again. "I
want to feel you against me. Feel our boy between us while we fuck."

"Goddamn," I growled, as he flipped over and presented that burly, hairy
ass to me. When I pressed the swell of my stomach into the small of his
back, he moaned and bucked his ass up even more, allowing me to slip fully,
steadily inside him.

"All this talk, Dad," I panted as I slow-dicked him, fighting the urge to
powerfuck my load into him. "You and me, making a kid together..."

"Yeah, son?" he moaned, fucking himself on my length.

"We could do it, y'know," I murmured in his ear, thrusting even
deeper. "For real. Not each other, but... we could find somebody. Carry a
son for us both."

"Fuckkkk," he hissed, shivering all over. "Really breed together, huh? Make
a fuckin' family with each other?"

"Fuck yeah," I moaned, feeling him throbbing all around me, and throbbing
right back. "Raise our boy up together. Family of men. Raise him up right,
and maybe, when the time is right..."

"When he's old enough..." Dad said.

"Maybe he'll be just like us," I finished, giving him an extra-deep thrust
that pulled a long, low moan out of us both.

"That shit's expensive, kid," he grunted as we picked up the pace, fired up
with this hot new idea. Well, not new to me. I'd been jacking my cock
thinking about making a family with him like that for a couple years now. I
had an idea he'd been doing the exact same thing. Fuck, we were
perverts. Fuck, we were in love.

"So I guess I gotta keep going offshore on these gigs then, huh Dad?" I
panted. "Keep making that good money, so we can make a family together."

"Fuck yeah, son," he growled. "Let's fuckin' do it. Let's make a fuckin'
baby, for real."

"Aw jesus christ," I moaned, feeling my load boiling up inside of me, ready
to flow out into my Dad, to fill him up and breed him like he'd bred me. "I
fuckin' love you, Dad."

"I fuckin' love you too, son. Now fucking preg me up, kid. Show me how good
you are. How fuckin' fertile you are. Knock your Dad up, like you're gonna
make that baby for us both, son."

And so I did. I pushed my cock up to the root inside Dad, pressed the swell
of my belly into the sweat of his big, muscular back, and I bred him, more
powerfully than I'd ever done before. Months of fantasies and frustrated
desire, spurting up inside my Dad's hairy, muscled ass in jet after fertile
jet. The idea of my seed taking hold inside of him just made it even more
intense, as I bred my own father like he'd bred me. Practice for the very
real breeding we were going to do soon, I hoped.

Even so, even if that plan worked out, I had a hunch we'd still play like
this together. Still grow for each other. Still make each other come with
this powerful, intense fantasy of ours. As the last of my load trickled out
of my cock, deep inside him, I wrapped my big arms even tighter around my
big, hunky Dad, and played my hands over the strong mass of his stomach,
already anticipating how he'd grow for me. How we were gonna grow for each
other.