Date: Mon, 22 Aug 2011 22:26:51 -0600
From: Xavier Lancaster <xavier.stories@gmail.com>
Subject: More Than I Bargained For

More Than I Bargained For
by Xavier L

This is a reader-requested fictional story containing sex between a father
and his young teen boy. If you have a hard time separating fantasy from
reality, or if this theme turns you off, you shouldn't continue reading.

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My dad and mom were making a LOT of noise last night.  In their bedroom I
mean.  It kind of grossed me out, but at the same time I was curious.  I
had seen my dad naked before but never hard, and I had been curious what it
was like.  Especially with the way my mom often hollered while they were
doing it.  I don't know if it's because I'm 13 and pretty much think about
sex nonstop or something else, but one day I was helping them clean out
stuff and noticed a used condom in their trash.  I was extremely curious
and took the trash into their bathroom.  I opened the condom and sniffed.
I could smell an unusual scent.  Making sure no one was looking, I decided
to taste a bit of it.  Don't ask me why.  Like I said, I'm just fucking
curious.  The salty fluid made my dick hard instantly like it was some kind
of magic potion.  I licked more of it, and then took care of the trash
before going into my bathroom and . . . relieving some tension.

Now that I had tasted my dad's jizz, I found myself trying to
"accidentally" run into him when he was naked.  I loved seeing his hairy
chest, and that line of dark hair that ran from his belly button down into
his waistband where it disappeared.  Whenever I saw him with few clothes
on, or just his towel, my dick would stiffen, and I would feel almost
flushed.

I started stealing his used condoms whenever I could. Since my parents fuck
like rabbits, that left me with an almost daily supply of fresh jizz. I
even searched his underwear and found some of his pubes.  I often sucked on
those while jacking off and deeply breathed in his scent from his boxer
briefs.

This continued for several days.  I guess I started paying less attention
to what was going on because one day while I was in the middle of my little
. . . ritual, I heard the click of a door and a lock.  I was in my parents'
bathroom.  I looked into the mirror and could see Dad standing there, the
door shut.  He saw me and asked "What the fuck are you doing Marc?"

I looked at the incriminating condom in my hand and immediately dropped it.
"I. . . I . . . I. . . .," I stammered.  How could I possibly explain this
in any way that wasn't clearly a lie? I certainly couldn't tell the truth!

"You like drinking my cum, boy?" he said as he moved toward me.

"Dad, I. . I was just curious and . . . " I responded backing up.  The
toilet, however, was right behind me and I ended up sitting down on it
clumsily.  He was right in front of me now.  I was sweating, and my heart
was pounding hard in my chest.  My mouth was so dry I swallowed what little
saliva I had to moisten my throat.

"You gonna drink it, you might as well get it right from the tap, son." I
looked up at him a little confused.  "Pull my junk out and start sucking."

I couldn't believe my ears! This is NOT anything I had imagined. Well, I
mean. . . oh hell, I don't know what I mean.  "What?" I asked, sure I had
heard wrong.

"Suck. My. Fucking. Cock."

My hands were shaking as I reached up and grabbed his shorts and slowly
pulled them down.  His cock was tenting his underwear something fierce, and
I carefully peeled them down until his fat cock sprung up and stood out
from his body.  I stared at his hard dick and back up at him.  I felt his
hand on the back of my head, and I slowly opened my mouth and began sucking
on the head of his cock as I stared at the brown bush of hair surrounding
his dick.

"You can do better than that, boy!" he said, pushing his hips forward so
that his meat pushed into my mouth more.  I started moving my head back and
forth as his hard meat slid in my mouth.  I'll admit it tasted so good!
His skin was salty, and I could smell a strong scent from his pubes.
"That's more like it, Marc.  Gotta earn that cum."  As I continued blowing
him, he shoved his underwear down farther, and soon he had his hands on the
back of my head as his hips basically humped my mouth.  Every so often he
would push too much in making me cough, but he never seemed to miss a beat.

As I sucked on him I rubbed my crotch.  I was totally getting into this and
loving it!  Soon I had my cock out and stroking it as he rammed his dick
into my mouth and throat.  The more I sucked on him, the more I wanted
every bit of it in my mouth, and I kept trying to get more and more of his
rod into my throat, but it was difficult because his cock was long and
thick. I kept working at it, though, until he started fucking my throat
faster.  It felt like his dick swelled more, and I could taste saltiness
that I knew wasn't sweat at this point, but it wasn't cum either.  His
finger intertwined in my hair, and he got kind of rough as he pounded my
face until suddenly there was a flood in my mouth.  I began swallowing
right away as it threatened to choke me, and I could tell this was his
jizz.  I swallowed eagerly as the salty liquid shot in spurts down my
throat.

My hand sped up on my dick, and I shot as his I continued milking my dad's
jizz from his tool.  "From now on you get it from the source, got it?"

"Get what, Dad?"

"I don't want to find you drinking my shit from no fuckin' condom.  You
suck it out of my cock from now on, Marc. Got it?"

"Yessir," I responded reflexively.

"Pull my shorts back up and then get the hell out of my room. Don't let
your mother see you with that big wet spot in front of your shorts either."

"Yessir," I replied as I carefully returned his clothing and then fled out
of the bathroom and into my room.  My head was spinning.  I had actually
sucked my father's fucking dick! I couldn't believe it.  Worse, I couldn't
believe how much I had enjoyed it.

I got changed and stayed in my room until it was time for dinner.  Mealtime
was bizarre.  Dad was like his usual self, but I felt really weird, and
every time Mom looked at me funny, I got super nervous.  I was relieved
when dinner was done and I could return to the shelter of my room.  I had
to beat off again so I could get to sleep that night, though.

In the morning I awoke to someone shaking me.  It was Dad.  "I have to go
into the office early today.  Start me off, right."  As I shook my head to
clear it, I saw him undo his robe.  His hard cock was quickly revealed, and
I understood what he meant.  I moved so that I was basically squatting on
my knees while I blew him.  "Yeah, that's right, Marc! Suck that fucking
cock! Get that delicious jizz," he said as he rubbed my bare back.  After
he had roughly deep throated me a few times, I started trying to do it
myself.  No easy task, let me tell you!  As I worked his knob, though, his
hands rubbed my bare back.  Soon I felt his hand rubbing my ass through my
boxers.  I started blowing him faster, and I felt his hand actually slide
into my underwear and continue rubbing my cheeks.  Then chills ran through
me as I felt him pull my boxers down.  He seemed to enjoy rubbing my ass a
lot.  I just concentrated on blowing him faster.  "What a good cocksucker
you've turned out to be."

I kept working his dick until he had me stop while he stood up.  "On your
knees," he said.  I slid onto the floors kneeling in front of him, my mouth
open as his large dick plunged forward.  His hands went to both sides of my
head as he started thrusting his cock deep into my throat.  I fought
gagging and could feel tears running down my cheeks as he roughly fucked my
mouth.  Suddenly he pulled back.  I opened my eyes to see what was going
on.  He stood in front of me jerking his dick.  "Open your mouth!" he said.
I opened wide, and a few seconds later hot, ropy threads of his man juice
were spraying on my face and inside my mouth.  "You look good like that,"
he said after examining his work.  I could feel his cum slowly sliding down
my cheek and face.  I licked the parts that were on my lips and around my
mouth before he shoved his cock back into my gullet.  I sucked on it
getting every last drop of his orgasm.  When he was done, he told me lick
the cum off my face.  Obviously I couldn't get my tongue to every part, so
I would use my palm to wipe it down to my mouth and then would lick it and
clean it from my hand with my tongue while he watched. He patted me on the
head and said "Good boy" before walking out of the room.

I stayed on my knees for a bit feeling slightly dizzy.  My cock ached, and
so I pulled it out of my underwear and quickly took care of it as I
remembered how my dad's dick felt sliding in my mouth and that fiery look
in his eyes as he watched me clean his spooge from my face.

I ended up servicing him once or twice a day for several days.  On the
weekend I had been playing video games in my room when Dad showed up.
"Come into my study."  I paused the game and did as he said.  He was
sitting in his chair rubbing his groin.  "Lock the door."  After I did
that, he told me to take all my clothes off.

"All of them?"

"Did I stutter?"  This was weird, but I went ahead and slowly stripped off
my clothes.  After my shirt came off, he slid his shorts and underwear off
and slowly stroked his thick meat as I removed my clothing, hesitating at
the boxers.  "Off," he said, and I finally stripped out of them.  "Come
here."  I walked over to where he sat.  Again my heart was racing almost
painfully as I came to stand in front of him.  "Turn around."  I started to
do a complete circle, but when my back was turned to him, he stopped me by
putting his hands on my hips.  I felt his hands rub over my ass cheeks
again.  "Bend over," he said.

"Am I in trouble?" I asked starting to bend at the waist, wondering if I
was going to be getting a spanking or something.

He chuckled.  "Well, I guess that depends on how you look at it."  I felt
his hands rubbing my ass again, and then I felt his finger probing my
butthole.  "Nice," I heard him say as his finger moved around inside me.
Now I was really fucking nervous, but finally he pulled his finger out and
told me to face him on my knees.

Gratefully I dropped to my knees between his widespread legs and
immediately went down on him.  "Nice and slow this time, Marc."  I relaxed
more while blowing him.  "Really savor that cock."  I nodded my head in
agreement as I allowed my tongue to explore the engorged vein on the
underside of the thick shaft and run my tongue over the helmet head.
"That's right.  You love your daddy's cock, don't you?"  I nodded my head.
"Love to taste that jizz running down your throat as you swallow your old
man's load."  Again I nodded.  "My dick and you are now BFFs, son."  That
was true, too, I nodded.  "Suck on my balls."  I released his cock and
worked his large, full nuts.  The sac was sweaty. It tasted so good.  His
wiry hairs felt funny against my tongue, but I had to pull one out of my
mouth when it came loose.

He let me work his balls and meat for a bit before he stopped me again.  He
motioned to the couch, and I walked on my knees until I was in front of the
couch.  "You know, Marc," he said, rising from the chair, "your mouth feels
so good on my cock."  I sensed a but in there somewhere. He took his finger
and moved it in a circle instructing me to turn around.  I didn't like the
feel of this as I turned so my back was to him.  I heard his desk drawer
open and turned to see what was going on, but he told me to keep my eyes
forward.  I swallowed hard. "I love how you suck my dick, son."  He turned
his stereo on, and then I could hear his voice getting closer as he talked.
I resisted the urge to turn around and see what was going on.

Then I felt his body behind mine.  His hands slid up and down my back
giving me goose flesh.  "You give a pretty mean blow job now."  I felt his
stomach pressed against my back.  I saw his hand grab one of the small
pillows from the couch, and then he placed it front of my face.  "But I'm
afraid I need something more sometimes than just your wonderful lips."  I
could feel my pulse pounding in my ears.  He shifted a bit, and I could
feel something moving between my cheeks.

"Dad, please, no."

"Marc, Marc, Marc," he said, cupping my chin in his hand and turning my
head toward him.  I looked into his green eyes as I felt his cock push
against my hole.  "Surely you didn't think I was going to just have you
suck my cock all the time?  That would be such a waste of a nice, tight
hole."  He kissed me just as I felt the head of his dick pushing into my
ass.  I instinctively clamped it closed, but that just seemed to make him
push harder.

"I don't want to do this, Dad.  It hurts!"

He pushed my head into the pillow as he replied: "You'll get used to it.
That tight ass just needs to get stretched a bit."  I felt more of his cock
enter me, and the sting made me bite down on the pillow.  "Yeah, that
virgin ass feels so damn good, son!"  I felt his lips on my cheek and neck
as he kissed me.  His dick continued slowly working its way into me.

"Dad!" I lifted my head up briefly and yelled as he pushed a little too
much in at once.

He shoved my head back down into the pillow before replying "Don't worry,
Marc. I'll take it nice and easy this time.  We'll do the hard fucking when
you're more used to my cock."

WHAT?! I thought.  "You're . . . going to do this . . . more?" I tried
controlling my breathing.

He chuckled. "Of course! How can I ignore such a tight ass? But you'll
still be drinking plenty of cum.  I know how much you enjoy that."  He
pushed, no, shoved more of his dick as I started squirming.  I immediately
put my hand back against him.  He swatted my hand away and shoved more into
me.

"Okay! Okay! I won't do that again," I said quickly.

I could feel his thick meat moving back and forth inside me, and so I
figured the worst was over.  Nope.  As soon as my hole relaxed, I felt more
burning as his fat tool continued moving forward.  I was sweating profusely
by now.  Every time he would stop pushing and just slowly hump me, I got my
hopes up the pain part of this was gone, and then I would feel it moving
deeper again.  I knew his dick was big, but now it felt like a fucking tree
branch moving inside of me.

"So. Fucking. Tight!" he said as he continued working his rod into my hole.
I could feel the pillow getting wet from my slobber as I bit it hard trying
to deal with the steady pain in my ass.  "If I had known you like cock so
much, Marc, I would've started doing this a lot sooner."

"I don't like this part, Dad!"

I felt his weight leaning forward and could feel his breath on my ear as he
replied: "You will.  Once that tight ass gets used to my cock, it'll be
easier."

"I still won't like it."

He smacked my ass hard startling me. "It doesn't fucking matter why you
like, Marc. Now that I've had a taste of your sweet hole, that ass is
mine."  Then he pushed more of his dick into me for emphasis. "And sometime
soon you'll be getting it good and hard just like I give it your mom.  I
can't wait to see your face as you ride it."

At this point I figured it was in my best interest to shut up, especially
since he pushed more cock into my aching hole.

A few moments later he said "You're so fucking tight, I can't take much
more, boy." I noticed him speed up.  His dick moved inside me more
quickly. "Goddamn!" he said going just a little faster, and then I felt his
teeth bite into my shoulder right before he suddenly froze.  I could feel
his dick jerking inside my hole as he came.

He left his cock in my butt for what felt like several minutes before
finally pulling it out.  As he stood up and watched me move from my now
uncomfortable position, he smiled and said "Well, you got just over half of
it in you. Maybe next time I can get it all in."

I could feel my mouth fall open.  As much as that hurt? "That was only
half?"

"A little bit more than that," he said smiling.  "Daddy's got a big fuckin'
cock." Yeah, no shit.  He stood in front of me and moved his hand over my
bare chest and then my tummy.  Then he moved behind me.  As he pressed
against me, he continued moving his hands up and down my front. "You feel
so good under me, Marc.  I can't wait for the next time."  He continued
examining me with his hands for a few moments before letting me go and
telling me I could get dressed.

I got out of there as quick as I could.  I was afraid he'd get hard again
and want to "stretch it out" some more.  My ass ached bad, so I put on my
trunks and got into our hot tub.  That helped Mom's backaches, so maybe it
would help my pain!  It did help some, but I found myself aware of my butt
the rest of the damn day.

Dad was weird with me now.  Not in a bad way.  He just seemed to pay more
attention to me, and he was more affectionate, hugging me, massaging my
shoulders, and stuff.  I did get a little nervous at one point when we were
downstairs watching a movie, and he told me to put my hand in his shorts
and play with his dick until Mom joined us.  I thought for sure this was
going to end up with my underwear around my ankles or something, but it
didn't.  Then when I went to bed I went into his study to say goodnight.  I
went to give him a kiss on his cheek, but he turned his head.  I felt his
strong fingers hold my head as his tongue pushed its way into my mouth, and
he frenched me.

At first it was so gross! Just the idea of my dad's tongue in my mouth, but
I'll admit as he did it I started really getting into it.  I could even
feel myself getting wood.  When he released me, we both wiped slobber from
our mouths, and he gave me a slap on the ass as he said "Sweet dreams."  I
walked to my room feeling slightly dizzy again.  This was all so weird.

At some point during the night I awoke to the feeling of my boxers being
pulled down.  I obviously hadn't been expecting this, so I turned as they
went past my knees.  "Hey, Marc," Dad's voice greeted me as I felt them
come off my feet.  He moved on top of me and kissed me hard.  "Needed some
more of that sweet ass!" he said, and then he was rolling me onto my
stomach.  I tried to resist, but I already knew that wasn't going to work.
As soon as I turned over, his dick was sliding back inside me.  I buried my
face in my pillow as the thick meat once again began advancing in my butt.
Couldn't he just have fucked Mom instead? I thought as white light flashed
behind my eyelids as he slid his fat tool deeper.

I felt his knees go between my legs pushing them apart, and then his strong
arms slid under mine as he stuffed my hole with his hard flesh.  I figured
it would hurt less this time, but that was wishful thinking.  Just my
rotten luck that assholes take longer to stretch out.  I focused on trying
to force my throbbing hole to relax.  It sounds easier than it's done,
especially with something that thick and hard invading it.  I felt him
working his cock back and forth like before, my ass being stretched and
widened as his fat cock moved inside it.

"There was a faggot in high school I used to let give me head, but he would
never let me fuck him.  Said my cock was too big.  Always wondered what I
was missing out on."  It felt weird having Dad's naked body pressed against
mine as his hips rose and fell, moving his tool rhythmically inside my
hole.  I had a mouthful of pillow almost the entire time, only releasing it
to take a big gulp of air.  "And never did I imagine I'd have my own son's
ass to plow. How fuckin' lucky is that?"

Lucky for whom! I wondered.  I won't deny there was some pleasure.  When he
got a good amount of his meat inside me, it did feel good.  Along with the
burn. But it didn't feel good enough that I'd soon be eager to have him
fucking me again.  That was for damn sure!

Dad kept his same pace going the whole time.  I wondered what he would do
when my ass could finally handle his cock more readily, when he could
insert all of his rod inside me as he so desperately wanted to do.  He
lasted a little longer this time, and I was so relieved when he finally
came.  It hurt a little even as he pulled his big dick out.

It took me a bit to fall back asleep.  Luckily the amount of discomfort
kept me from getting hard, so I didn't have to worry about blue balls or a
throbbing hard-on, too.  In the morning he woke me up again, but this time
he only wanted a blowjob.  I figured if I did a really good job with this
he would give up on fucking me, so I tried hard to give him the best head
of his life.  I deep throated him, lodged his cock deep in my throat while
I gagged, licked and sucked on his balls, sucked on just the tip, went in
cycles of good and fast and nice and slow.  When he finally rewarded me
with his salty load, he said "Fuck, Marc! If you could fuck like you suck,
I'd be the happiest man alive!"  That wasn't quite what I wanted to hear.
I offered to keep blowing him, but he had to go to work, and I had to get
ready for school he reminded me.

During the day I tried to think of what else I could do to avoid taking it
in the rear.  I decided to be proactive.  As soon as we had a chance to be
alone tonight, I would blow him good without him asking. Maybe that would
be enough! I thought.  So later that evening, when Dad was home and working
in his study, I went inside.  When I greeted him, he turned his chair
around.  I immediately dropped to my knees, fished his cock out and began
sucking on it before it was even hard.  "You sure like your old man's cock,
don't you?"

"Yes, Dad! So good!" I said going to town on his stiff meat.  I felt his
strong fingers in my hair as I sucked his cock as if it meant life or
death.

After a bit he stopped me.  "Stand up," he said.  I watched as his hand
rubbed my wood through my pants.  He smiled to see how excited my cock was.
"Let's take this a place with a little more privacy," he said.  He stuffed
his thick manhood back into his pants, adjusted it, and then we headed to
the yard.  Mom was busy cooking dinner, and he told her I was going to help
him out in the shed.

When we got to the shed, he shut and locked the door.  I moved against the
work bench as I looked out the window to make sure Mom couldn't see us from
inside or if she came into the yard.  I heard music turn on, and then Dad
was behind me.  His fingers undid my zipper and then the buttons on my
jeans.  I felt his rough hands as he slid my pants and underwear down.
Then his fingers were on my stiffy, and he slowly stroked me.  God it felt
so fucking good!  Then his fingers left me, and I felt his pants moving
down.  I tried to turn around so I could continue sucking him off, but that
wasn't what he wanted.  He wasted no time in introducing his cock back into
my hole.  As his dick invaded my ass yet again, his hands slid under my
shirt and traveled up my sides as he stripped it off me.  "I like to feel
your smooth skin while I fuck you," he explained without prompting.

"But. . . what about Mom?" I asked grasping at straws.

"She won't be bothering us. Here, you'll want this in your mouth." He
handed me some wadded up cloth.

"Why?"

"'Cause I'm tired of messing around.  Sometimes you just gotta rip the
Band-Aid right off.  So you're getting all 9+ inches, baby."

"It'll hurt too much, Dad!" I protested.

He pushed his thick meat into me before responding: "Not once you get used
to it.  I'm tired of this slow shit.  I want to fuck you properly, and for
that you gotta be looser.  And every inch of cock that isn't buried in your
hot ass is just a waste, man. We don't want to be wasteful, do we?" he said
as he pushed more into me.  I bit down on the wadded cloth hard as I braced
myself for the pain.  He certainly wasn't joking.  This . . . session was a
lot more no-nonsense than the previous ones.  He steadily fed my burning
hole his fat cock. At one point he stopped and whispered into my ear: "You
know I love you, right?"  I nodded my head.  "Good." And with that I felt
the final push.

Rather than feed it to me, slowly hump, feed some more, he just kept
pushing it forward as fast as it would go.  My ass clamped down against his
rod, but it wasn't enough to stop the advance.  It kept creeping inside me
as I strained to endure it, and then suddenly it just popped the rest of
the way in.  Once it did, I began feeling intense pleasure right away.  My
ass still hurt like a mother fucker, but now the pain competed for some
seriously intense ecstasy.  Like all my nerves were on fire or something.

"You did it, son!" he said proudly, his teeth gently biting my ear.  I
could feel him pressed against me, both of our bodies damp.  He grabbed my
chin and pulled my face to the side, and then he kissed me hard as his dick
began moving back and forth in my resisting ass.  "I can't wait until I can
fuck you good and hard, hearing you beg me for more."  His hips were moving
steadily, and I could feel my ass muscles slowly relaxing.  After a bit he
said "Get on your hands and knees. I wanna do you doggy!"

We moved together as one unit, his dick firmly lodged in my hole.  Once I
was on all fours, his fingers gripped my hips, and then he began fucking me
harder than he had before.  As he humped me I felt pressure building in my
groin, and soon I had spit out the cloth and was moaning as my orgasm built
rapidly.  I even felt myself moving my ass backward every time he pulled
his dick back. "YES!" he yelled when I started to fuck myself in time with
his movements. "You want that fucking cock!"  He picked up speed, and my
dick exploded.  I cried out as my wood twitched shooting jizz all over the
floor beneath me.  Dad picked up speed in response to my sounds of
pleasure, and a few moments later he was crying out as well.  "FUCK!" he
said after a few seconds.  He smacked me on the bum.  "Son of a fucking
bitch!"

As his dick continued twitching, we heard Mom's voice calling us in for
dinner.  He pulled out, and he helped me to my feet.  Once I was standing
he pinned me against the door, his tongue roughly thrust into my mouth.  He
kissed me hard as his hand rubbed my limp member.  I rubbed his
still-swollen rod as I kissed him back.  He pulled away a few seconds
later.  His green eyes burned into mine as he said "My cock fucking owns
you boy!"

We got dressed and headed into the house for our meal.  My butt hurt so
bad, but I also was feeling things I never had.  After dinner when Mom went
to take a shower, Dad had me laying on my back on the couch.  He kissed me
as his groin ground against me.  I slid my hand into his shorts and played
with his dick as we made out.  For the rest of the night whenever she
stepped out of the room, Dad's tongue was in my mouth.  I could feel his
lust, and I wondered if he would be able to contain it much longer.

To my surprise he didn't come in during the night or in the morning.  He
gave me a quick tongue kiss before leaving for work.  I was kind of
relieved to be honest.  I went to school with my ass hurting less, and that
was fine by me!  When I got home, I began doing my homework.  I almost
jumped when Dad walked into the house calling my name.  "You're home
early," I said as he walked into the kitchen.  He grabbed me by the arm and
yanked me out of my seat.  "Dad! What's the matter? What did I do?" I asked
as he briskly led me to my room.  He shoved me onto the bed as he loosened
his tie.

"Get those fucking pants off!" he said as he yanked his dress shirt out of
his pants.  My hands trembled slightly as I moved to quickly obey him not
knowing just what the fuck was going on, especially when I saw him undoing
his belt.

"What did I do?" I asked again as I pulled my pants off my legs.

"Underwear, too," he said undoing his pants and shoving them and his
underwear down.  His fat meat was rock hard.  As I pulled my boxers off, I
watched him spread lube on his cock.  "Roll the fuck over!" he said
dropping the lube to the floor.  I quickly moved onto my stomach, and he
grabbed my legs and yanked my hips to the edge of the bed.  He shoved my
legs apart, and then he was on top of me.  His cock roughly entered me.  I
bit my blanket as he just kind of shoved his whole length into my butt not
so gently.  "Fuck! I gotta have that ass!" he said while filling my bum
with his tool. "Ready or not, son, you're getting fucked hard!" was all he
said before he started humping.

I did my best to relax, but it was difficult.  His almost 10 inches of hard
meat was sliding back and forth fiercely in my hole.  He slapped loudly
against me every time he thrust his dick into me.  I could hear my
headboard banging against the wall as he slammed into me.  I was also
pretty sure I could feel his balls smacking against me as he plowed my
hole.  "Fuck yes! That's it. You and I are going away this weekend."

"Where to?"

"A fucking hotel so I can bang your tight ass as often, as hard, and for as
long as I want without having to worry about your fucking mother
interrupting us."  I wasn't so sure I liked the sound of that.  He was kind
of scaring me with his almost animal lust.  He stopped suddenly, and I
could feel him slowly withdrawing his dick from my butt.  Was he done
already?  Then he rammed it back in.  His hands gripped my shoulders firmly
as he did it again.  I moaned loudly. "You love that fucking bone up your
ass!"

"Dad!" I yelled.

"Daddy! When you have my cock in you, you call me `Daddy'."

"Yes. . . Daddy!" I replied as he returned to pounding me briskly.

When he slowed down again, I felt his hot breath at my ear.  "How's Daddy's
cock feel buried in your sweet, young ass?"

"Good, Daddy.  It feels good," I kind of lied.

"We're going to have such a good weekend, Marc! I can't wait to watch you
sit on Daddy's fat cock and ride it like a horsey. You like that idea,
don't you?"

"Yes, Daddy!"

"Of course you do."  He returned to pounding me hard for several minutes
before pulling out. "Get on your back," he said.  He hiked my legs up and
entered me again and continued ramming my hole.  The bed was creaking
beneath us.  I gripped the blanket trying to steady myself as he pounded my
ass.  Soon he began swearing again.  His face was red, and I could see the
veins on his temples stand out.  He leaned down and kissed me passionately,
and soon after I felt him coming inside my hole again.  His weight rested
against me more as his dick twitched like crazy.  "Fuck you're so damn
hot!" he said.  He began kissing my neck and then moved to my chest.
Slowly he worked his way down to my belly.  "Don't expect this too often,"
he said, and then I shivered as I felt my dick disappear into his mouth.  I
was quickly rethinking my reluctance about this weekend at this point!