Date: Tue, 13 Nov 2001 07:31:39 -0500
From: tyler thane <tylerthane@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dad's Randy-1 (Revised)

Dad's Randy

Author's Note: if you like this story, you can read my other stories:
"What's your Pleasure" and Pleasure Palace

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Chapter 1

Shit, I'm screwed, I thought. My father just stuck his head in my room to
ask me something and found me with my dick in my hand, pumping away. His
head disappeared as quickly as it appeared and I lost my hard-on just as
fast.

My name is Randy and before you ask, I am not like my name. I live with my
divorced father in suburbia and go to the local high school where I am a
freshman. If you saw me in a crowd, you wouldn't remember me. Everything
about me is average, my looks, my grades, you name it; it is average.

Every night, before I fell asleep, I stroke myself to an orgasm, catching
my fluids in a tissue. It was a habit I had picked up a few years ago But
in all those years not anyone ever caught me and, of all people, my
dad. You see, I had masturbate to images of my dad. Ever since I can
remember, he has been the most important person in my life. He has been
there in good times and bad. But he was there not like my mom...

My dad is not average. He is tall and muscular. He has no paunch and his
chest and stomach are as hard as a rock. How do I know? I've been secretly
spying on him when he uses the bathroom. My room is next to the bathroom
and I made a small hole to look at him when he is in there. My favorite
sight is when he sits on the toilet and beats off. I love watching when he
comes. His chest, stomach and thighs tighten so that you can see the
individual muscles constrict. His cock is bad either. When it's hard, it is
about 8" long and not too fat. Like me, he uses a tissue to catch his
semen.

Anyway, he became the object of my fantasies right after I saw him fucking
my mom. They had left their bedroom door ajar and I woke needing to use the
bathroom. Passing their door, I heard moaning and peered in. My mom was on
her back, her legs spread wide and her arms were clutching my dad's
biceps. He covered my mom completely, so I couldn't see her body, and was
moving back and forth between her legs. Each time he moved forward, the
cheeks of his ass would become taunt. I didn't know, but, I got an
immediate erection watching his ass go in and out. Being embarrassed, I
snuck to the bathroom, took my piss and snuck back to bed. I couldn't get
the image of his tight ass out of my mind. I still had my hard-on and
masturbated to images of his ass. It was one of the best cums I ever
had. After that, I always tried to find a reason to talk to him when he was
naked. Whenever I did, he continued doing what he was doing, not feeling
the slightest bit embarrassed. After each of the incidents, I stored the
images in my brain so that I could recall them at night when I needed them.
And now he's caught me.

The next morning, I was a little embarrassed when I came down for breakfast
but nothing was said. The rest of the day flew by and I gotten into bed,
preparing from my nightly session. I had left my door ajar hoping that he
would come in and if he did, I had no idea what I wanted to happen. But he
solved that problem.

As I stoked myself, my eyes closed, bringing up the images I wanted, I
heard him say "Need any help there, champ." I didn't know what to say. On
one hand it was a dream come true, on the other, I wanted to crawl into a
hole and die. But something in me croaked a single word, "Yes".

He smiled and said "Don't go away, I'll be right back. With that he left
the room, only to return a moment later with a jar of something. Sitting on
the edge of the bed, he pulled the covers off of me exposing my
nakedness. My hands immediately went to my crotch, trying to cover as much
as possible.  He just smiled and said that he was young once and that at my
age, beating off was the best thing in the world.

Dipping his fingers into the jar, he smeared the stuff all over his
hand. With the other, he moved my hands away from my dick, exposing
me. "Well, well," he began, "you've turned into quite a man", his eyes
focused on my limp boy cock. "Let's see what we got here." With that he
wrapped his hand around my dick and started stroking. He continued talking
but I didn't hear him. My whole being was centered in my dick and all I
could feel was his hand stroking up and down. After two strokes I was as
hard as I had ever been.  I did hear him say that the stuff on his hands
was some kind of jelly and that it helped with the friction. His hand was
moving faster, up and down and my breaths were becoming shorter. Then he
did something, I'll never forget. He moved his mouth over my cock and left
it there. I thought he was going to suck me but his mouth hovered about an
inch above me. He started stroking me hard and faster, spurring me to an
orgasm.  Within seconds I knew I was going to shoot and my hips bucked
expelling the first of many squirts I had in my body. My boy cum shot
directly into his mouth which I assumed he swallowed. I was estactic! My
dad had just jerked me off and I was in heaven.  This was better than any
fantasy I had created in my mind. I think I shot more boy goo than I ever
had before. When I was done, I collapsed into the bed. That was when I got
the second surprise of the night. He leaned over and kissed me. Not a
father son kiss, but a real kiss. His tongue parted my lips and snuck into
my mouth. I didn't know what to do so I did nothing and let him do what he
wanted. He curled his tongue inside my mouth and then I felt liquid fall on
my tongue. It was my goo. He hadn't swallowed it and was now depositing
back in me. I had never tasted cum before and it tasted was salty. Not
knowing what to do, I just swallowed it. When the last of it had rolled off
his tongue he pulled back from me and smiled. Tossing my hair, he said
"goodnight son" and left.

I just lay there in a warm glow. I had just let my dad jerk me off and feed
me my own cum. The funny thing about it was that I felt like it was the
most natural thing in the world. With that thought in my mind, I fell
asleep.


Chapter 2

The next morning, the most natural thing in the world, turned to guilt. I
felt humiliated and embarrassed that I had let my dad do that thing last
night. I slunk down to the breakfast table expecting to be given a
lecture. Nothing happened. We went thru our usual routine. When I ready to
leave for school, I said goodbye but instead of the usual plain vanilla
goodbye I usually got, my dad, still behind his paper said "see you
tonight" All day at school I couldn't think of anything else. Did that mean
that we were going to have a repeat performance or was I reading something
into it. My mind may not have known but my dick sure did. I had to carry my
books in front of my crotch every time I thought about it.

I somehow got thru the day and evening and was getting ready for bed. I had
just finished undressing when my dad appeared and asked "Need any help
tonight, Champ" My dick got instantly and I just nodded. Moving to the bed,
I stretch out onto of the covers. Dad had anticipated my response and was
ready this time. He held the jelly jar in his hand. As he coated his hand,
He said, "You must have enjoyed yourself last night, you're as hard as a
rock." I didn't know how to respond so smiled weakly and move my legs a
little further apart. With that, my dad took hold of me and started the now
familiar up and down motion. I just lay back and let dad to do what he
wanted. With his hand on my dick I felt like putty. The way I was feeling,
he could have done anything to me. I wouldn't have minded. My breath was
getting shorter and my hips were moving faster, I was getting ready to
come. Dad knew it and stroked faster. The pressure was building in my head
when I felt him force a finger up my ass. My hips thrust up and I unloaded
into his waiting mouth. At the same time my asshole spasmed around his
finger. When I had finished, he again kissed me depositing my seed back
into me thru my mouth, all the while, leaving his finger in me.

When he pulled his finger out of me, I expected him to get up and leave but
he didn't.  He brought his finger up to my mouth. Instinctively, I opened
my mouth. Unlike the taste of cum, his finger tasted pungent. He started
sliding his finger in and out of my mouth. Using my tongue I tried to clean
all sides of his finger at the same time using suction trying not to let it
escape. Satisfied that it was clean, he popped it out of my mouth and left
the room. Once again, I was left with a warm glow surrounding my body.

Chapter 3

We fell into a routine that dad would visit me every night before I went to
sleep. His finger up my ass also became part of the routine. So much so,
that by the end of two weeks, he was finger fucking me with three fingers
and not even having to stroke my cock to make me cum. He would however,
hold my cock still until I shot, catching my jism and feeding it back to
me.

Then one Friday night, when he came to my room, instead of the usual
clothes he was wearing a bathrobe. I just figured that he, too, was getting
ready for bed. I could tell that he was naked underneath and he had a
hard-on. I didn't think anything of it and assume the my usual position. I
pulled my knees up to my chest exposing my asshole, waiting for his fingers
to enter me. He didn't disappoint. Instead of working up to three fingers,
he pushed all three into me and began our nightly routine. I lay back
letting the feeling grow. Every so often I would moan, but something was
different. His finger fucking seemed more urgent and his breaths were
becoming shorter, where in the past I never heard them.  Before I knew it,
dad had removed his fingers and his bathrobe and was kneeling between my
legs. Grabbing my legs and forcing them straight up, he entered me, his
dick pushing through my anus ring and into my belly. I screamed. I was
being raped by my own dad! It felt like a lead pipe had been shoved up my
ass. "Lie still," I heard my dad say, "the pain will go away shortly." I
stopped moving and dad didn't move either. I took long deep breaths because
short ones made the pain in my ass worse. After a few minutes, the pain
subsided and my breathing returned to normal. Dad was waiting for this and
started fucking in and out of me very slowly. He began talking and this
time I heard him. "Just relax, Randy, pretend it's my fingers in you and
not my cock. Remember how it felts to have my fingers in you, sliding in
and out, making your cock harder and harder." I relaxed my muscles and
visualized all the other nights that dad had fucked me with his
fingers. This was really no different. His cock was bigger and longer but
the actions was the same. The pain was subsiding to be replaced by the warm
glow that I knew so well. Dad sensed this and his fucking picked up
speed. The war m glow had taken over my body and the pain had turned to
pleasure. My dick, which had shrunk when he entered me, was coming back to
life.  As my dad fucked me, my dick got harder and harder and the pleasure
intensified. I remembered the images of my dad and my mom fucking and shook
my legs and dad immediately let go of them. I pictured how my mom's legs
were and tried to duplicate the position. I pulled up my knees to my chest
then spread them as wide as possible. Taking this as a sign, dad pushed
into me so that our balls touched. I just moaned and tried to spread my
legs wider. My hands had gripped his biseps like I had seen my mother do
those years ago.

"That's it baby, take my cock. I've known for many years that you wanted
it. I wasn't stupid all those times you came into my room when I was
naked. I could see the lust in your eyes even though you didn't know what
it was." I just moaned louder focusing on the cock that was fucking me.  I
could feel his cock in my belly and my hips rose to meet his
thrusts. "You've wanted my cock for so long, well, now you have it. All of
it, filling your belly. That's what you wanted, isn't it?"

My mind reeled. Is this what I wanted all these years? Did I really want my
dad to fuck me or was this rape? Question after question swarmed thru my
brain. I was confused. Why had I wanted to see my dad naked all these
years? What did I expect to happen?  Why was he the only image I
masturbated to? All these questions swirled around my brain.

Dad was really plowing me. He would pull his cock almost out of me and then
pound it back in. Then it happened. On a particular hard pounding thrust,
the answer came to me. YES, this is what I had hope for, long for. I wanted
my father to fuck me! All those years, jerking off to images of him had
come do to this. My father had his cock up my ass and that's what I wanted!

It was then that I surrendered. There was no more fooling myself
anymore. "YES, DADDY, THIS IS WHAT I WANTED. I'VE ALWAYS WANTED YOU TO FUCK
ME!  OH, DADDY, FUCK ME, FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG COCK." I cried.

Yea, baby, I'll fuck you. I'll fuck you so hard that you won't be able to
sit for a week. You think you're the only one who wanted to do this? I been
waiting since the day I saw you watching your mom and I fuck. I saw you
standing in the doorway, with your hard boycock sticking straight out,
staring at us. I knew that I was going to have you, it was just a matter of
time." He was really pounding away in me. "Your mother and I split up
because she caught me with another man. It disgusted her. The thought of my
cock getting anywhere near her after it had been up another man's ass made
her sick." He spAt. All the pent up anger was coming out in his fucking. I
felt like I was being split in two. Each time, he fucked into me, it felt
like his cock was going deeper into my belly. For my part, I was loving
it. I squeezed my asshole around his cock, which brought me to a new level
of pleasure. I wanted, more than anything, for him to cum inside me, to
fill my guts with his man cream. "Come on, daddy, shoot inside me. I want
to feel you explode." I said, kicking him in the butt to spur him on.

"So, you want my man cream do you? I'll give you man cream. I'll give so
much that you'll be tasting it for days!" With that, he became a crazy
man. Throwing my legs over his shoulders, he leaned down so that our faces
almost touched. This lifted my ass up so that he could penetrate me
fully. And fully he did. His hips became pistons, driving his cock into me
with full force. This just made me even more delirious. My mind was totally
focused on his cock and the pounding I was taking. With each thrust, the
pressure inside me doubled. Between the cock in my ass and my cock rubbing
against his stomach, I couldn't stand it anymore and my cock erupted,
shooting all over our chests. My hips involuntary shot up as each spurt
forced its way out of my cock. This triggered something in dad. He rose up
and pounded into me with all his might. I felt my insides be coated by his
pent up juices. I was once again in heaven. My daddy had come inside me!
but my cock let loose another round of boy goo. Where it came from, I
didn't know. I was so happy. My fantasy had come true. Never in my young
life had I experienced anything so wonderful and glorious. I felt truly
alive for the first time and I was going to make sure that this wasn't
going to be the last time my dad fucked me.

Meanwhile, Dad had pretty much stopped his fucking and was leaning on his
hands breathing very heavily. I reached up taking his head in my hands and
kissed him. I just pressed my lips against his and held them there for a
few seconds, then fell back against the bed. I whispered, "I love you
daddy". By now dad's cock had gone soft and had fallen out of me. He just
leaned down and kissed me like I did him. With that, he moved off of me and
then the bed. He picked up his bathrobe and left.

I just lay there for along time, letting the feeling wash over me, my
daddy's cum dripping out of my hole. Then I fell asleep.

Chapter 4

The next morning, I woke up feeling sticky all over and with a pain in my
asshole. I immediately thought that dad was right. I wouldn't be able to
sit for a week. I stumbled into the shower. As I washed the dried cum from
my chest and asshole, I replayed last nights fucking. My dick got hard and
I started stroking it. But now that my fantasies had come true, I didn't
know what to use for images which caused me to lose my erection.  I
finished the shower and was drying off when dad entered. He had a
determined look on his face and I figured I was in trouble now. For what, I
hadn't a clue. Maybe he was feeling guilty about last night and needed to
talk. I certainly wasn't guilt ridden and feel the need to talk.

"Get back into the shower and kneel down." He commanded. I moved to one end
and knelt. I had no idea what he was going to do. He took off his robe and
stepped into the shower, not saying a word. For some reason, I had bowed my
head as to not look at him.

Then I felt liquid hitting my head. I knew that I had turned off the shower
so this was something different. Then I realized my dad was peeing on
me. At first, I was humiliated.

He was punishing me. I still did know what I had done. Finally, it dawned
on me. I had read somewhere that that animals marked their territory using
their urine. MY DAD WAS MARKING ME. He was claiming me as his own. My heart
soared. Raising my head, the urine stinging my eye, I opened my mouth in
acceptance. Piss immediately filled my mouth which I gulped as fast as I
could. Meanwhile the burning has stopped in my eyes and I looked at my
dad. He was holding his dick, aiming directly into my mouth and he was
smiling. An unspoken pact passed between us. I was his, to do with whatever
he pleased. My drinking his piss sealed the pact. He finished pissing,
shook his cock to get the last drops and got out of the shower.

"Clean up and come down for breakfast," was all he said Then he left the
bathroom.

To be continued!


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