Date: Wed, 25 Aug 2010 10:50:51 -0700
From: Foxy Loxy <thedirtypen@gmail.com>
Subject: Spare the Rod - Part 1: The Dreamer Wakes

This story is fiction.  The author does not condone or participate in any
of the activities detailed herein.  If you are under 18 or if homosexual
erotica is illegal in your area, leave now.


Long time reader, first time submitter... This is about as far as I could
get into this story for now, I keep having to stop and masturbate.  So,
there will be more later...  Let me know what you think at
thedirtypen@gmail.com


Spare the Rod - Part 1: The Dreamer Wakes


Later, Sam didn't remember much of the dream, just that he was thrusting
urgently in and out of the warmth that surrounded him, a soft, smooth
wetness that gripped and stroked. There were no faces, no recognizable
shapes, just the intensifying sensations building up to a much-needed
release, and then -

"Dad - ah! - please - ngh! - wake up!"

Sam's eyes flew open as he was jerked into consciousness by the pleading,
sobbing voice. In those few fractions of a second, Sam took in his
surroundings. In his bed, sheets twisted and damp. Sunlight poured in
through unmasked windows, falling benignly over the absurdly carnal
spectacle sprawled across the bed. Beneath him, in his tightly clenched
arms, his son. Tear-stained face turned up to his own. Smooth, pale body
curled beneath his, and there a joining that most would call unnatural and
many would call an abomination, a union of man and boy. Thick, rigid flesh
thrusting from between muscular columns, glistening as it glides into the
virginal passage, the entrance stretched taut around the massive intruder.

"Robbie?"

His son's name fell from his lips, a half-choked gasp. There was no time,
no time to pull out and climb off, no time for apologies or explanations.
There was just the mind-bending wave of ecstasy that electrified Sam's
body. His hips slammed forward, slapping wetly against his son's skin, his
penis pushing deep into the flesh it helped create. The first crest was so
powerful that no seed could force its way past the contracted muscle. The
second, though, sent a gush of liquid spurting into the child's bowels. A
third and a fourth raced out to meet it, in ever increasing volumes. Sam's
hips continued to pump automatically as semen flooded the child's already
over-stuffed rectum until it overflowed, spurting wetly from between the
taut anus and the pulsing organ. For nearly two minutes Sam was lost to the
world, while his son writhed beneath him, impaled on his father's penis as
it poured semen into his body.

Sam was vaguely aware of disengaging, his cock sliding out of his son's
anus with a flood of cum. It was his son's moans that again pulled him from
his dazed state, emanating from the bathroom attached to the master
bedroom. He rose quietly and moved closer to the partially open door.
Through the gap he could see Robbie standing in front of the toilet, one
hand wrapped around his young penis, the other wildly fingering his anus.
A steady stream of semen was flowing out of Robbie's body, coating his hand
in his father's seed.  By the time Robbie was convulsing in ecstasy a few
seconds later, his young testicles valiantly attempting to produce their
own genetic material, Sam's penis was as hard as it had ever been, even
dripping with the still-warm remains of the load swimming in his son's
guts...