Date: Sun, 16 Jul 2006 04:31:49 -0800
From: spike spiegel <draken82@lycos.com>
Subject: Todd and his Dad part 1

Disclaimers: this is a mature story, written by an immature author, but
intended for mature people only.  If you don't like homosexual erotica with
underage participants and incest, go away.


Todd and his Dad

      My parents divorced when I was 13, and as you could imagine, it was a
very tough time for me.  A couple of my friends had gone through the same
thing when we were in elementary school, so I didn't feel weird or
anything, but it was still hard to deal with it.  I never did the
stereotypical thing that kids always do, I didn't blame myself.  I blamed
my parents.
	I was mad at both of them, so it was hard for me to determine which
of them to stay with and they did leave it up to me.  Despite my anger, I
did notice that Mom was crying a lot, so I felt a little sorry for her and
decided she was the one I would live with.  They never did get around to
the whole custody dispute thing, lucky for me, and just decided that I
would stay with Mom for the time being.  Dad moved across town into a
smaller house, and Mom started working longer hours at her receptionist
job.
	To say things were strained would be an understatement, I didn't
speak to my father, and I often went out with friends to avoid my mother.
Well needless to say, I sometimes got into trouble with my friends.  Not
anything major, I was a pretty good kid, I was pretty athletic and played
baseball for the local youth league, and I did alright in school, but my
friends and I would get into some pretty crazy stuff.  We would sneak into
our parents liquor cabinets and drink on Friday nights.
	This went on for the next couple of years, and I took advantage of
my mother who often overlooked my antics to keep the peace between us.  I'd
finally forgiven my parents to some extent and my mother didn't want to
mess up the progress we'd made.  So while she was somewhat aware of what I
was doing, she just looked the other way.  Mom made several attempts to
encourage me to stop, telling me the dangers of drinking too much and how I
could get into serious trouble.  Once time had passed she did start
grounding me if I came home too late.  But I didn't really care.
	During this time I saw Dad off and on, usually every two weeks or
so.  We'd do little things here and there; go to the movies, bullshit like
that.  We didn't really talk a whole lot, about the divorce or about
anything.  I think Dad was just happy I was around and willing to see him.
But that was pretty much the extent of our relationship.
	Neither of my parents moved on after their marriage broke up.  A
few of my school friends had that whole "I have to go meet Mom's new
boyfriend" thing going.  And a couple of them had fathers who remarried,
and they were expected to call the new wives "Mom" too.  My mother was too
busy with work and trying to look out for me to date, and Dad, well he'd
always been something of a workaholic.  Which was one of the reasons I
suspected their marriage fell apart.
	Well, looking back it was pretty obvious things couldn't go on like
that for long, and I figured two years was long enough for my mother.  I
had just turned 15 when everything changed.  My best friend Matt had pretty
rich parents, not Beverly Hills rich, but rich enough that they lived in a
very large house, and they seemed to get new Infinities every year.
Anyway, Matt and I decided to throw a little party at his parents were out.
It wasn't a big party, just us and a couple of others.  We had these 2
girls there that we'd been after for awhile, each of us flirting with them
at school and such.  Well after getting pretty liquored up, our buds, and
their subsequent dates decided to leave (I guess it was good none of us
could drive yet cause none of us were sober).
	So we finally had these two girls there in Matt's house and they
were both very drunk and horny.  Seriously these girls made those Girls
Gone Wild look tame in comparison.  At least that's how it seemed to my
15-year-old mind.  I wasn't sure why these girls were so turned on, or into
each other, but they started making out in front of us, and it wasn't long
before Matt and I joined in on the fun, feeling them up and getting them to
kiss us to.  Things really took off from there and soon all of us were
undressed and the girls were down on their knees sucking our dicks.  It was
the third blowjob I ever had, but it was obviously not the first one the
14-year-old girl had given.  I was also really turned on watching Matt
getting his dick sucked, and seeing the girls sucking him also playing with
his large pecs and nipples with her hands.
	In short order we had the girls on the ground with their legs
spread and were fucking them, none of us had condoms, but we were all too
drunk to care.  And that was exactly how his parents found us when they
walked in.  We were on our second round, and I was actually too into it to
notice at first.  Matt's parents were pretty sensible people, it's not like
we were killing anyone, but they couldn't exactly approve of their teenage
son having a sex orgy on their living room carpet.  After we'd all gotten
dressed and sent the girls away Matt's dad gave us both a stern talking to
and Matt ended up being grounded for a month.  Matt's father also elected
to take me home, still drunk to my mother and tell her everything.
	Again Mom didn't freak out or anything, but after Matt's dad left,
she started crying, not loudly or dramatically, but I could tell she was
hurting.
	"I don't know what to do with you Todd," she told me.  "I tried not
to be too hard on you about your partying, hoping it was just a bit of a
phase.  I hoped you might take my advice and eventually you might stop on
your own.  And having unprotected sex, what if you'd gotten that girl
pregnant?"  My mom stopped to look at me and I just sort of shrugged, still
stupidly drunk.
	"It's pretty obvious you aren't going to listen to me, and I don't
think grounding you will get you to stop will it?" she asked me.  I shook
my head slightly.  `Listen Todd, I had a certain amount of understanding
about this at first.  Your father and I got divorced, and this was your way
of getting back at us."  There was some truth in that I didn't deny.  "But
if you keep up like this you're going to hurt yourself or someone else.  I
certainly won't tolerate you getting some girl pregnant.  You're only 15
and you have your whole life ahead of you.  I love you honey, but something
has to change.  I've tried to get you to stop, but I don't think you'll
listen to me.  Perhaps you'll listen to your father."  I didn't respond to
her which appeared to frustrate her, "Go to bed, we'll talk about this once
you're sober."
	The next day, things really changed for me.  I guess after I'd gone
to bed Mom called my father and explained what had happened.  She and my
father talked, apparently for the first time in a long time, and with my
mother being so worried about me they talked about what they should do.  My
father suggested that maybe I should come live with him for a while, to see
if the change would do any good.  My mother thought that was a good idea, I
think party because she really did and partly to get a little vacation from
me.  Don't get me wrong, my mother loved me, and she showed me that all the
time, but I think she really was unsure of what to do with a 15-year-old
boy, who clearly didn't respond to whatever discipline she would meet out.
	I didn't really know what to think, I mean I had realized I was in
for it when Matt's parents caught us, but I didn't really expect this.  Mom
talked to me for a while, and she even cried a little again, telling me how
much she loved me, but just didn't know what else to do.  I wasn't really
angry per se as I did love my father, but our relationship was next to none
at this point in time.
	So it was that the very next day I packed my bags and got shipped
off to my father's house on the other side of town.  It wasn't that big of
a deal really, and I didn't have to change schools because Dad was going to
be able to take me on his way to work.
	When Mom dropped me off Dad was waiting for me at his drive way,
and he helped me carry all my stuff in.  I already had a bed in the spare
bedroom that Dad had designated as mine.  My mom kissed me good bye and
then I went inside with my father.  He helped me lug all the stuff to my
room, where he'd put clean sheets on the bed in anticipation of my coming.
	Once all my bags were in my room, Dad left me to myself, and I
started unpacking my things.  The furniture in my room was cheap stuff Dad
had bought at Ikea when he first moved in, but I didn't really care.  I was
putting the last of my clothes away when my father knocked on my door.
	"Come in," I said.  The door opened, and I heard my dad come in.  I
hadn't bothered to turn away from my bed, so I was facing away from the
door.  Dad came up behind me and placed his hand on my shoulder.
	"Hey Todd, I'd like to talk to you for a minute son," he said.
	"What is it?" I said turning to face him.  My Dad was a pretty good
looking guy with blond hair and blue eyes, which I'd inherited from him.  I
had to look up a bit to meet his gaze since he still quite a few inches on
me.  Dad's blue eyes were soft as he looked at me, yet he had a serious
look on his face.
	"I just wanted to tell you how glad I am that you're going to be
staying with me," Dad said.
	"It's not like I really had a choice," I responded.
	"Look Todd, I know this isn't necessarily what you want to do, but
I think the change will do us all some good."
	"Dad, you don't have to do this," I said.
	"Do what?"
	"Have this heart-to-heart father son moment, its fine.  I screwed
up and Mom is sick of having to deal with it so she unloaded me onto you."
	"Todd, I asked her to let you come live with me.  I know we haven't
been very close since the divorce, but when your mother told me about what
was going on I got worried too.  I want us to be closer like we were before
I moved out," Dad told me.  "I want to get to know you again son.  I've
really missed you the past two years, playing catch with you in the
backyard, being at every single one of your baseball games. "
	"I'm not ten anymore Dad," I said.  "I don't really do catch in the
backyard anymore."
	"I know Todd, but we hardly ever spend time together anymore.  When
we do it's never like it was.  I thought, with your Mom struggling with you
so much it would be for you and her if you lived with me for awhile.  Good
for me too."  I tried to keep my surliness, but the sincerity in Dad's eyes
broke through.  I looked down at the floor for a minute before nodding.
	"Okay Dad," I said.  I wasn't really sure what else to say.  I
didn't have to because Dad wrapped his thick, muscled arms around me and
pulled me into a hug.  After a minute I returned it.  We had come to a sort
of truce.
	During the next month we fell into a sort of routine, both of us
waking up in the morning, Dad driving me to school and I'd usually get a
ride home with Matt and his mother.  Dad set some pretty strict rules for
me, I had to do whatever homework I had immediately upon arriving home, and
then there were chores for me to do.  I guess I didn't mention that I was
being punished too.  Dad would usually make dinner for us when he got home,
though there was at least one day a week when I had to.  On Saturdays I was
free to go hand with friends, but I had a strict curfew of 12 am that I had
to observe.  Most importantly though, I wasn't allowed to drink.  Dad had
warned me that if I came home looking the least bit intoxicated he would
give me a breathalyzer test, and he actually went out and got one of those
machines to do it.  Oddly enough, Dad never once mentioned the whole sex
thing, except to tell me to use a rubber, cause I didn't want to knock some
girl up.
	Like I said though, we fell into a sort of routine.  I followed
Dad's rules, I knew if I didn't I'd have no social life whatsoever.  Every
Saturday I'd go hang with my buds, Dad would even drop me off on his way to
play racquetball or tennis.  He'd invited me along a couple of times, but I
decided against it.  I would still go to parties, but I didn't drink
despite the obvious temptation.  Most of the time my buds and I would have
Playstation tournaments playing football games, or actually playing
football games for real.  Occasionally we'd play baseball to as it was my
main sport, though the season hadn't started at school yet.  Things
actually were going pretty good.  On the outside at least.
	Inside was a different story.  I hadn't actually had sex with any
girl since that night with Matt.  I wasn't even trying.  I kept telling
myself that I was adjusting to my new life with Dad, but there was
something else.  I masturbated like crazy all the time, and that night was
often a source of my fantasies.  At first I kept thinking of the two hot
girls that Matt and I had fucked side-by-side, and how hot it was when we
plowed into them.  But something else from that night stuck in my memory,
and it was the sight of the girl's hands all over Matt's pecs and nipples.
I would start jerking off thinking of the fucking, but whenever I thought
of that sight, I would shoot off.
	I really didn't know why that though set me off so much, but as the
month wore on, I started thinking of that more and more.  And it wasn't
just Matt's pecs getting felt up, and his nipples pinched.  It was the
sight of my friend's sleek naked body, and his hard cock as it got sucked.
I tried to tell myself that I just wanted to have that same thing happen to
me.  And that was true.  But there was more.  Gradually over time, the
girl's hands were no longer there, but mine.  Near the end of the month, I
was ashamed that it was my mouth on Matt's cock, and his on mine.
	I wasn't sure where this had come from.  I'd never really looked at
guys that way before.  Sure I'd checked out other dudes in the locker room,
but didn't everybody.  I always noticed a guy who was pretty well built, or
good looking, but that was really it.  I'd never though about guys while
jacking off, and never considered doing anything with a guy.  So this was
all pretty new to me.  I'd always considered myself straight, and had a
couple girlfriends.  I couldn't be sure why I was feeling this way, so I
just shrugged it off as simple masturbation fantasy.  This all changed soon
enough.
 	One Saturday about a month after I'd moved into Dad's house my buds
met up with me on my side of town and we went down to a park nearby my
house to play some baseball.  It was actually a pretty cool day, cause it
was the first day after Matt's restriction ended, and he could come hang
with us again.  The plan was that we would hang out and play ball, and
after word Matt's parents would come pick us up and take us back to his
house.  I was supposed to spend the night there, since we hadn't been able
to hang out outside of school since that night he'd been grounded.
	The day was going pretty well, and we were all having fun playing
ball, there weren't really enough of us to make two teams so we just kind
of screwed around.  But as time went on I found myself constantly staring
at Matt.  He was actually a very good looking guy, a couple inches taller
than my 5'9", and he weighed somewhere around 170 or so.  Matt was pretty
well built, more bulky than me.  He wasn't built like a bodybuilder or
anything but he had some nice definition.  He had dark brown hair and olive
skin, and he was overall just a looker.  I'd always recognized that he was
cute, so many girls had pointed it out to him, but that day I found myself
drawn to Matt.  I actually had a hard time looking away from his sleek,
muscled body.
	I didn't like the situation at all, and I wasn't sure what to do.
As the day wore on we switched from baseball to a Frisbee toss game, since
one of our other friends had one with him.  We played until the sun was
starting to go down, and then we decided to call it quits.  All our friends
decided to go home, some of them getting rides with one another.  Matt
turned to me.
	"Well should I call my mom to come get us?" he asked.  Suddenly I
was very uncomfortable being around Matt.  What if he caught me looking or
something?  I didn't want Matt to find out I'd been fantasizing about him.
I decided, despite the fact that I'd missed hanging out with him for the
last month; I wasn't going to spend the night at his house.
	"I don't think I can spend the night tonight dude," I said.
	"What?  Why not, we've been planning this for a week," Matt
replied.
	"I just remembered I forgot to finish that essay for English that's
due on Monday," I lied.  There was no paper due on Monday.  "If I don't
finish my dad'll get pissed and we won't be able to hang out for another
month."  I could never lie very well, especially not to people who knew me
really well, and Matt had known me since third grade.  He knew there was
something else wrong, he squinted at me, but didn't say anything.
	"Allright man, this sucks, we were supposed to hang.  But I don't
want you to get in trouble with your dad," he said.  "I'm gonna call my mom
to take me home I guess.  Do you want a ride?"
	"No thanks," I said.  "I'll just walk."  I wanted to get away from
Matt before he started to question me further.
	"But your dad's house is like a mile away," Matt protested.
	"Yeah, it's cool man, I just feel like walking," I said as I
started to walk away.  "I'll see you on Monday," I called back.
	"Alright man," Matt said, a little upset.  "I'll see ya."
	I felt horrible about what I'd just done, but Matt was my best
friend.  I knew he'd get over this disappointment faster than he would get
over me getting boned up looking at him.  I wasn't even sure I could
control myself from jerking-off while looking at him if I went to his
house.
	The walk home wasn't didn't take nearly as long as Matt made it
seem like it would, but I tried to use the time to clear my head.  I wasn't
sure where all these feelings were coming from, but it was starting to
become more apparent that I was attracted to Matt, and I wanted to have sex
with him.  It had taken the place of all other fantasies.  I didn't want to
think about what that said about me, it was too scary.
	As I approached the front of my house, I noticed that Dad had
returned from playing racquetball, as his car was in the driveway.  I also
noticed another car, one I hadn't seen before, parked in front of my dad's
house.  The door was locked, which was a little unusual, since we didn't
normally lock up before ten in the evening.  Luckily I had my house key,
and I went inside.
	At first glance the house appeared deserted.  The TV was off and
none of the lights had been turned on.  After a minute I heard strange
noises coming from down the hall where our bedrooms were.  I went down the
hall to investigate further, and the noises grew louder the further I went.
It was the instantly recognizable sounds of people having sex.  Grunting,
moaning, some heavy sighs.  My dad was getting laid.
	I stopped midway down the hall and slid my shoes off, not that my
feet made that much noise on the carpet, but I wanted to be as silent as
possible.  When I was almost to his door I could make out the sound of
flesh slapping flesh and the grunting was much louder.  The voices were a
little muffled, but when I was at the door I found it slightly open enough
for me to see inside.  Dad's bedroom light was on and a small bar of light
illuminated the carpet in front of his door.  When I looked inside, to say
I was shocked would be a huge understatement.
	Dad was on his back, his thick hairy legs rested on the shoulders
of another man, Rick, his racquetball partner.  I could clearly see Rick
thrusting his huge dick thrusting into my father's turned-up ass.  Rick had
a hold of my father's ankles, and he was licking my father's bare soles as
he fucked him.
	"Yeah Rick, pound my ass good.  Fuck, it feels so good.  Uhhh,
yeah, fuck me harder, slam me, oh slam me," my father continued this litany
of dirty talk.  His cock was rock hard and resting against his hairy 6pak
but I could see it twitch with every thrust of Rick's cock into his ass.
	"You like that cock in your ass Benny boy?  You like me fucking
you?" Rick grunted to my father.  He was really slamming him good.  They
were both covered in sweat, and their hairy, muscled bodies moved and
jerked in union together.  Dad would thrust his ass up against Rick's dick
on the down-thrust.
	To see my father is such a state was truly the ultimate shock of my
life.  You have to understand, my father was one of the most masculine, in
control people I knew.  He was the very epitome of masculinity, his blond
hair cut in a conservative style, his body hairy and very muscular.  He
wasn't quite a body builder, but just not quite.  He had thick muscular
arms, huge pecs, and a great 6pak.  Even his back was pretty well muscled
and defined.  His thighs were huge, and his calves rock hard.  He worked
out pretty regularly in addition to his racquetball and tennis.  He also
had a healthy growth of hair on his body, not to much he didn't look like
Chewbacca or anything.  In all my life I'd never seen my father as anything
but a very manly, respectable authority figure.  This image shattered all
that.
	Yes, he was still muscular and manly, but he also had a muscular
and manly cock fucking his well-defined ass.  My father was a fag.  And so
was Rick, his racquetball partner, and apparent sex partner as well.  Rick
was just as well defined as Dad if not bigger, and just as hairy.  I
noticed the tattoo on his shoulder from his time in the military.  His dark
red hair was matted to his forehead as he pounded my father's ass.  I could
even see drops of sweat fall from him onto my father as they fucked.  I
continued to watch from out in the hall this torrid scene in front of me,
and slowly but surely the shock wore off.  I felt my dick slowly rise in my
boxer-briefs, watching this hot sex.
	Obviously I'd never looked at my Dad in a sexual way, or any guy,
until Matt that is.  My heart was racing in my chest, and I did what I
could to keep quite as I suddenly felt out of breath.  This was just too
hot.  Both men were in their late 30's, presumably conservative
businessmen, but obviously not a conservative as it seemed.  I found myself
extremely turned on, both by the sight of Rick's powerful body and his
thighs thrusting his cock.  And also by Dad as he moaned a panted as he let
himself be fucked with abandon.  I looked at my Dad's face, his hard
cheekbones and his sweat soaked hair.  I felt my hand go of its own accord
down inside my basketball shorts and grasp a hold of my hard cock.  I
started jacking inside of my boxer-briefs getting more and more turned on
by this hot scene in front of me.
	The fucking seemed to become even more heated as Dad and his friend
clearly were headed toward climax.  I watched in awe as Rick started
slamming his cock into my father's ass.  Dad's was practically screaming at
Rick for more.
	"Fuck me Rich, fuck me harder.  Pound that fat cock in me.  Fuck
yes, oh fuck," and with that I saw my father's large jock jerk on his
stomach and he reached down to stroke it as he shot cum up between his and
Rick's chest.
	"Oh God Benny, oh fuck.  Here it is man.  Take my fuckin cum," Rick
said as he slammed his cock into my Dad one last time, and I saw him
shudder.  I realized he was creaming Dad's insides with his cum.
	I was still stroking my cock, but was nowhere neat cumming yet,
despite how hot I was.  So I quickly pulled my hand out of my pants and
beat it further down the hall to my room as silently as possible.  My door
squeaked a bit when I closed it behind me, but I didn't think they'd heard.
It was still relatively early in the evening, only about eight o'clock or
so but I decided to just stay in my room.  I pulled off my shorts and
t-shirt along with my socks and throwing them all into the clothes hamper
next to my closet door.  I lay down in my normal around the house uniform
(my boxer-briefs) and started thinking.
	Watching my father get fucked by Rick had been the hottest thing
I'd seen in my life, and I just didn't really know how to deal with it.  It
was troubling to realize that my dad liked guys, that he was batting for
the wrong team so to speak.  But I abandoned that thought immediately.  I
wasn't really homophobic or anything.  Sure my friends and I, being high
school jocks, weren't exactly open to the whole homosexual issue.  It was
high school, and reputation and image were important.  But really I had no
personal issue against gay people.  It was really true, if you aren't
hurting anyone and you like it how can that be wrong.  Sure it was easy to
say that, but being confronted with my own father having such tendencies
was a different story.  Not to mention my newly discovered fantasies
involving Matt.
	I really don't know how long I lay there thinking things over
before I heard movement in the house.  I heard my father's bedroom door
close, and the muffled voices of he and Rick as they made their way to the
front door.  I rose from my bed and opened my door a crack to see if I
could hear what they were saying.
      A lot of their conversation was lost due to distance, but I did hear
Dad say, "Sorry you couldn't stay the whole night this time.  But how about
next Saturday."
      "Yeah that sounds great," Rick replied.  "Man I sure miss doing this
here at least three times a week."
      "So do I," Dad replied.  "But things change.  I miss this, but I
missed Todd even more.  If I have to make a few sacrifices so my son can
stay with me, I'll do what I have to.  Besides, I've had two years to do
this as much as I wanted.  I could even do it like this for three or four
more years till Todd goes to college," Dad laughed.
      "Well see you later buddy," I heard Rick say.  I heard a sound that
could only be two sets of puckered lips meeting in a kiss.
      "See you sexy," Dad said.  I heard the front door close, and I
quietly closed my own door and went back to my bed. I lay there for a
while, my head clouded with thoughts.  I couldn't keep it all straight.  I
was so confused.  If anything though, I was very happy with what my Dad had
said.  He considered me more important than whatever relationship he had
with Rick, besides racquetball partner.
      I had been so confused that it took me a while to realize that Dad
must have known I was there, and must have known I came home while he was
getting fucked by Rick.  I realized I'd left the door unlocked, and I'd
also left my shoes in the hall, a few feet from his bedroom door.  He'd
been expecting me to be gone to Matt's for the night, he must have had some
surprise realizing I'd come home while he was in such a compromising
position.  I sat there waiting for it for at least half an hour before I
heard the knock on my door.
	       "Come in," I called out my voice a little scratchy.  Dad
came into my room and hit the light switch by the door, illuminating my
room with the bedside lamp.  He was dressed in only a pair of his boxer
shorts, which was his usual evening attire.
	"Hey buddy," Dad said.
	"Hey," I answered my voice somber.
	"You left these out in the hall," Dad declared holding up my
trainers.
	"Oh sorry Dad," I said rising from my bed to take them from him.
"I just forgot again."  It wasn't the first time I'd taken my shoes off and
left them on the floor somewhere.  I stepped over to my closet to toss my
shoes on the floor before turning back to Dad.  He stood there with a gleam
in his eye.
	"I thought you were supposed to be staying at Matt's tonight," he
said.
	"Um, well, I just didn't want to.  I'd rather be at home in my own
bed."
	"But you guys haven't really hung out since you moved in," Dad
stated.  I just sort of shrugged not really sure what to say.  It was way
too complicated for me to just start rambling about my new found attraction
for Matt.
	"So you must have seen me and Rick together," Dad started.  He
paused waiting for me to say something.
	"Yeah I did," I responded.  Dad waited for me to say something,
anything I'm sure.  But I had no idea what to say to him.
	"Well do you want to talk about it?" He asked.  I looked up and met
my Dad's eyes, they were soft, like before, yet serious.
	"What's there to talk about," I asked.  As I looked at my father,
tall masculine, his big hairy chest sticking out I couldn't help but think
about what I saw.  His virile form laying down on his back, begging to be
fucked.  I found myself checking Dad out from where I stood.  And I was a
little ashamed to admit I liked what I saw.  He was even more fit and bulky
than Matt, and while Matt's smooth chest and relatively hairless body
turned me on, I found Dad's hair just as sexy.  It was weird that I could
be totally turned on by both at the same time.  I kept thinking of Dad's
hard, probably 8 inch cock sitting on his oh so sexy washboard stomach, and
that tight hunky ass with Rick's cock stretching it.  Just like in my
fantasies of Matt, I found myself longing to put my mouth on Dad's cock and
feel his muscles.
	I felt a sudden panic, I could feel myself getting hard again, and
it would be clearly visible in my tight underwear.  I tuned my back to Dad,
facing my closet so he wouldn't be able to see.  I felt Dad move up behind
me, until he was standing within reaching distance.  He put a hand on my
bare shoulder and just stood there for a minute.
	"Well," he said.  "Now I think you might have a better reason as to
why your mom and I broke up."  I didn't turn to face him; I just kept
looking down at the floor.
	"You mean she knows that you're..." my voice trailed off.
      "That I'm what son, gay, queer, a faggot," Dad paused, "all of the
above."  He paused for another moment.  "Well no, not exactly.  I've been
fucking around with other guys my whole life Todd.  You know I met you mom
when I was in college.  She was supposed to be a one-night-stand at a
party.  It turned into a two-night-stand and just kind of went from there.
She knew I had other things going on the side, but didn't care until she
got pregnant.  I did the honorable thing Todd, but I am who I am.  She knew
it never really stopped, but she had her own things as well.  Her boss at
work for instance."
      I'd never known any of this stuff about my mom, this night held a lot
of revelations for me.  I just stood there in silence, willing my cock to
go back down, but even Dad's hand on my shoulder was a turn on.
      "So does this bother you Todd," Dad asked.  I thought for a minute.
	"No," I finally said.  Dad put his free hand on my other shoulder.
	"Are you sure.  I mean if it does, it's better we talk about it
now, and get it out of the way," Dad suggested.
	"Yeah I'm sure," I answered.
	"Good, I'm glad to hear it son.  Because I love you, and what you
think is important to me."  Dad squeezed my shoulders in a kindly gesture.
	"I...I love you too Dad," I heard myself say.  It was actually the
first time I'd told him since the divorce.  Dad wrapped his arms around me
and pulled me back into a tight embrace.  He didn't let me go right away,
and it would have been very cool, if I hadn't been so turned on.
	I loved feeling Dad's hard body against mine.  I impulsively pushed
back into his embrace, shivering slightly as I felt his hair against my
back.  Smooth yet rough, a true oxymoron.  I put my hands on Dad's arms,
holding him in place as I started to slowly grind against him.  Don't ask
me why I did it, I wasn't even sure myself.  Dad didn't say anything, but
he didn't try to move away either.  I soon felt his cock against my body as
it slowly got hard in his boxers.
	I started to lightly grind my ass back against it, which seemed to
encourage it to grow more.  Dad's hard cock soon rested between my
boxer-brief clad ass crack.  He started grinding it into me as I pushed
back against it.  I felt his hot breath on my neck, as he held me to him
tighter.
	"So did you like what you saw in my bedroom?" He whispered in my
ear.  His breath on my ear tickled, and made my cock twitch in my undies.
	"Yes," I panted.  Dad's hands suddenly became more active,
caressing my chest and stomach.  One of his hands moved over my right pec,
massaging it before he started to twist and pull on it.  I moaned at his
touch, which encouraged him more.
	"Can I touch your dick son?" he asked.
	"Yeah," I whispered.  I honestly couldn't believe what I was
saying.  But I didn't have much time for that thought as Dad's hand snaked
past the waistband of my underwear and started massaging my cock.  I moaned
even louder and started to really grind hard against his cock.  I rested my
head back against his shoulder, and Dad started to kiss and lightly bite my
neck.
	"Feel good Todd?" He asked.
	"God yes Dad!" I moaned.  Dad reached up with his free hand and
tilted my head up toward his.  He met my lips in a hard kiss.  He'd kissed
me when I was a kid, but never like this.  I soon felt his tongue pressing
against my lips, and I just opened up to him.  Our tongues tangled together
for a minute or two before I sucked Dad's tongue into my mouth.  I'm not
sure how long we stood there in my room, Dad massaging my cock, his tongue
down my throat and teasing my nipples making me moan.  Me rubbing my
covered ass crack against my father's cock, but it sure felt like for ever.
	After a while Dad pulled my boxer-briefs down over my hard cock
until they fell to my ankles.  I felt his hand massaging my bare ass for a
couple of minutes before he started putting pressure on my shoulders and
told me to kneel.  I saw Dad pull the waistband of his boxers and they
slipped down to the floor.  I was face to face with my father's cock.  It
was massive.  I opened my mouth to speak and Dad grabbed a hold of my head
and slammed his cock down my throat.
	I gagged and chocked, but my father didn't let up as he started to
fuck my mouth with his cock.  I was taken aback by this sudden
aggressiveness on Dad's part, and yet strangely aroused as well.  I'd never
sucked a cock in my life, but I was getting a crash course now.
	"Yeah boy, suck that cock.  Yeah, use your tongue.  Yes just like
that.  Suck my fucking cock you little pussyboy," Dad kept repeating.  If
you'd asked me even right before he started, I would have told you that I
would have hated to be talked to like that.  Yet dad's litany of cursing
and dirty talk only seemed to make my dick throb harder.
	"That's right pussy, use those lips, suck Daddy's cock you little
faggot.  Go on go down on it." I could only kneel there and moan trying to
breath as my father's cock jammed in and out of my throat.  It went on for
a while, and Dad seemed to get more and more turned on the longer he fucked
my throat.  I could definitely taste the salty tang of his precum as it
leaked into my mouth.  After awhile my throat muscles relaxed, and I was
able to take his cock easier.
	It was crazy to realize, but my cock had never gone down during any
of this.  I reached down and started fisting my cock furiously in time to
my Dad's thrusts into my mouth.  Dad seemed to notice cause he said,
"That's right fag, jerk your fucking cock.  You love Daddy's cock in your
mouth don't you?  Yeah, you love being my little boy bitch."
	I was on the verge of cumming, and it seemed like Dad was to when
he released my head and pulled away from me.  He grabbed my shoulders and
raised me to my feet again.  He looked down into my eyes for a minute, and
I still saw that softness there as he pulled me into another kiss and
shoved his tongue down my throat again.  He held me against his powerful
chest and suddenly we were moving toward my bed.
	Dad pushed me down onto my back, and fell to his knees on the floor
beside me.  He quickly bent over and sucked my dick into his mouth taking
me to the base.  I bucked my hips up into his face moaning loudly.  It
wasn't my first blowjob, but it certainly was the best I'd ever had.  I
soon had my hand on the back of my Dad's head, holding him down onto my
cock.  I didn't hold him with nearly the force he'd held me, but I was
starting to really get into it.
	This went on for five or ten minutes, and I really started to
thrust up into Dad's sucking mouth as he teased my swelling cockhead with
his tongue.  I was on the verge of cumming yet again when Dad pulled
himself off my dick.  He grabbed my legs and pushed them back against my
chest.  I wondered what he was doing when I saw him smile at me before
diving his head down into my now turned up ass.  I jumped when I felt his
hot tongue on my spread out asshole.
	Dad bathed my asshole in saliva teasing at the opening and making
me moan with until then undiscovered pleasure.  He started thrusting his
tongue up into my ass, eating me out and loosening the sphincter muscle.  I
responded in kind mashing my ass into his face, encouraging him to slide
his tongue deeper.  It was only a matter of time before one of his fingers
replaced his tongue.  I grunted in pain as Dad burrowed his index finger
into my ass and started playing around in there.
	"You like having you ass played with pussyboy?" Dad growled.  It
actually was nice having his finger in my ass.  I moaned as he pushed his
finger in harder.  "How `bout it faggot, you like Daddy's finger in your
ass?" He punctuated the question by moving his finger into some thing in my
ass that made me jump in surprise.
	"Yes," I groaned, "Do that some more Daddy."  He really started to
finger fuck me and I felt myself unconsciously thrusting down to meet his
finger.  Every time he'd hit that spot inside of me I would jump in
pleasure and start to moan.
	"Yeah you little bitch, you like that don't you?" Dad asked again
thrusting his finger in.
	"God yes Daddy," I called out.  It was soon after that he added a
second finger to the first.  There was a little pain again, but not much
before I was enjoying two fingers as much as one.  Dad was steadily jamming
his finger into my ever stretching asshole, slowly driving me crazy.  I
could feel my cock on my stomach leaking fluid onto my tight stomach.
	"Do you want more faggot?" Dad asked thrusting against that spot
again.  I jumped in pleasure moaning out. "Answer me you little bitch, do
you want more."  He hit me there again.
	"Uhh Yesss.  More Daddy," I said.  Dad very quickly forced a third
finger into my ass.  I felt even less pain this time.  Dad's fingers were
playing like crazy in my ass, moving around and loosening it all up.  He
ground into that spot more and more.  I head myself moan uncontrollably at
my father's fingers invading me.  My stomach was practically soaked with
the precum leaking out of my cock.  I was on the verge of cumming again,
simply from Dad fingering my ass.  He seemed to tell I was going to cum,
and just when I was on the verge he pulled his fingers out and stood up.
	"Stay here," he commanded and walked out of the room.  I hadn't
really had time to think since this whole thing had started, but I was
really getting off at being dominated.  I lay there in anticipation for
whatever Dad had planned next, though in the back of my head I knew where
this was going.
	Dad returned to my room with a bottle of some kind of liquid with a
blue cap.  He set the bottle on the bed next to me, and then proceeded to
grab me by the hips and roll me over onto my stomach.  Lying face down, I
could hear my father snap the bottle open, and I felt him pour the cool
liquid right into my asshole.  I shivered a bit as I felt his three finger
return and work the liquid into my hole.  It was only a few moments later
when I felt him pull his fingers away and the felt the movement as he
straddled my hips.  I felt his thick cock, also slippery with the liquid,
slide in between my ass cheeks, right at my hole.
	"Now bitch, Daddy is going to shove his cock up your tight jock ass
and fuck you.  Does that sound good faggot?  Do you want Daddy to fuck your
pussyboy ass with his fat dick?"  I just moaned in anticipation but that
apparently wasn't enough for Dad.  He hit the back of my head lightly and
said, "Answer me you little bitch.  Do you want Daddy's thick mancock up
your ass?"
	"Yes," I heard myself groan out.  I couldn't actually believe what
I was saying.
	"Yeah I bet you do you little pussyboy.  Beg for it bitch.  Beg for
Daddy to give you his mancock up you hot jock ass," Dad commanded.
	"Please," I barked out.  "Please fuck me Daddy," I said.
	"Okay faggot, I will give you what you want."  With that I felt
Dad's bulbous cock head penetrate my sphincter.  I screamed in pain and
made a vain attempt to get away.  Dad forceful arm on my back held me in
place.  "Where do you think you're going pussyboy.  You begged for my cock
and now you're going to get it.  Relax and push out like you're shitting
faggot, that will make it easier to take your Daddy's fuck. "
	Dad held still with just the head in for a bit allowing me to get
used to it and loosen up before he began to slide more into me.  Finally
Dad fell down onto me, driving his fat cock in me to the hilt.
	"Ahhhhhh!" I screamed at my father's invasion.  He held still for a
little while, and I slowly felt my ass muscles loosed to accommodate my
father's fat cock.
	"God you little faggot jock boy.  Your little pussy ass is even
tighter than I imagined," my father whispered into my ear.  "Yeah I bet you
love having your little ass filled with my Daddy cock you fucking bitch."
I moaned again, and then I felt my Dad pull out slightly and push back in.
On the small down-stroke he licked my ear, and whispered "You like that
bitch boy?"  I moaned in response and he did it again.
	He began to fuck me with slow even strokes, pulling almost all the
way out, and then shoving back in.  My vision was blurry and I was seeing
stars from the severe pain.  I almost felt like I was on the verge of
loosing consciousness.  This went on for a few minutes before Dad shifted
positions, as if he were doing push ups.  That was it, my ass was ready,
and he just let loose drilling into me.  On his first in-stroke I felt him
plow into that spot again.
	"Oh you like that don't you faggot," Dad said.  "You love my cock
in your little bitch ass.  When were through your going to be begging me to
fuck you.  You won't get enough of my cock."  As Dad continued to talk
dirty to me I started moaning at every in-stroke.  I really fell in love
with my Dad's cock right then, as it stretched me wide open.  I could swear
I felt every contour of his cock as it thrust into me, very vein.
	I certainly was moaning like a bitch in heat as my father thrust
into me.  I could feel his cock sliding in and out a little easier from the
natural lube of is cock juices that must have been leaking into my hole.  I
slowly went up to cloud nine with Dad's cock deep inside of me.  I started
to thrust back against Dad's invader as it plowed into me.
	"Yeah you like this don't you faggot.  That's it, take Daddy's fuck
you little bitch.  Take Daddy's fat cock my little boy bitch.  Do you like
it boy?  Do you like being my little boy bitch?"
	"Yes," I moaned loudly whimpering with each of Dad's thrusts into
my ass.
	"Yeah I know bitch.  I know you love getting your little jock ass
fucked faggot."  Dad's tempo increased a bit more and all I could hear were
my own whimpers and moans, the slapping of his stomach and legs hitting my
ass, and my father's litany of dirty talk in my ear.  But I just loved
every second of it.  I loved how he dominated my body.  His power trip was
so sexy.
	Dad grabbed my hips and pulled me up onto my knees so that he was
now fucking me doggie-style on my bed.  My head was resting on my arms as I
arched my back and shoved my ass up to meet my Dad's fucking motions.  It
seemed like with the angle, his dick got even deeper, and stretched my
little fuck hole wider for my dad to plow into.
	"That's it faggot," Dad called to me as I thrust back, "get into my
fuck you little dirty bitch boy.  Are you my bitch boy?" He asked.
	"Oh God yeah," I moaned about between his thrusts.
	"Are you gonna give Daddy you ass whenever he asks for it and be
his little boy bitch?"  He again punctuated by slamming into me hard.
	"Yeah," I moaned again.  I loved how brutally my ass was being
rooted by my Dad.  It was just so awesome.
	"Good you little bitch.  Daddy's gonna breed your little faggot
jock boy ass.  Do you want it?  Do you want my Daddy sperm in your hole?"
	"Fuck yes Daddy!" I called called out in response.  With every
thrust of his cock jackhammering my tight ass, with every stroke against
that spot inside of me, I felt myself getting nearer and nearer to orgasm.
Finally I just lost it and screamed out "Ohhhh, ohhhhh, uhhhh," as I felt
the most explosive climax of my life.  My cum shot out of my dick and onto
the sheets below me.
	"That's right bitch boy get off on your Daddy's cock in your ass
you little faggot," my dad screamed pounding into me.  "Fuck you little
bitch, your tight ass is too much.  Ohhhh shit, I'm cumning in your tight
ass.  Take my load bitch."  My father's cock stiffened and exploded inside
of me filling my insides with his hot cream.  He held onto me tight until
he's finished emptying his load inside of me before both of us collapsed
onto my bed.  I was totally fucked out.  I remember feeling him kiss the
back of my neck and telling me lightly in my ear, "I love you Todd," right
before I passed out.

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