Dad half turned his head and there was that sexy grin on his lips again.
D You horny little fucker
And I knew from that look in his eye that despite the loud moans and groans and the frantic humping dad hadn’t cum himself yet…. he was still horny…. dangerously horny…
As he spoke I felt the muscles in his body tense up, like a slumbering beast ready to spring into action as he heaved himself up on his haunches, rising on to his hands and knees as I clung to his back…
…just like I used to when I was little, dad on all fours on the lounge rug being Trigger to my Roy Rodgers… my legs dangling either side of him… except I wasn’t little Jaxon anymore and this wasn’t a father and his little boy playing cowboys… I was the grown up son who’d just humped his cock between his stallions’ meaty cheeks, slicked those ass hairs into a sticky mess and shot his load into his own father’s hairy crack…
At twenty-five I was no longer that little boy who’d shouted ‘giddy up Trigger’… I was the son who’d nudged his slimy helmet against dad’s tight pucker and been so tempted to force my way in despite feeling it’s resistance…
Now, as dad raised his body under my own, I had this image of some great bear stirring in a forest after hibernation with his smooth young cub clinging onto his back…
He shook himself, just like bears do when they lumber out of a river, as if he was shaking himself dry, causing me to fall off his back and bounce on to the bed. Then with one of his massive paw-like hands he scooped his cub up with one arm, and roughly dragged me underneath his heavy furry body.
Straight away, the big bear stretched out on top, completely smothering me as if lovingly protecting his cub from a wild storm…. or as if the cub had now become the hungry beast’s prey and was about to be devoured?
With his hairy torso pinning me into the mattress, he looked me in the eye and emitted a low rumbling growl through his clenched teeth…. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
D So, you tried to fuck your big daddy eh boy?
J Maybe (I said, grinning)
D Baaaaaaaaaaaaaad boy
He smiled, entwining my fingers in his big paws and pushing my arms above my head dived straight on to my left nipple.
D Did you?
J Maybeeeeeeeeee
D DID YOU? (he asked again biting harder.)
J Owwwwwwwwwwwww!
D I’ll ask you again son DID YOU TRY TO FUCK YOUR DADDY?
He bit even harder, tugging my nipple in between his sharp teeth until I screamed
J YES!
D Yes what?
J YES! OWWWW! YES! I TRIED TO FUCK MY DADDDDDYYYYYY!
D Yes, you did you baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad boy!
This time I laughed. Was I being a bad boy, or had I been reacting just like any other guy would when their hard dick was confronted by a tight tempting hole?
D And you know what happens to bad boys….
Dad looked down at me, a wicked smile on his face and my mind started to whirl … was this some new sex game we were playing? Was he even playing ‘bad’ dad to my ‘little Jaxon?’… Had some long-buried man/boy desire suddenly surfaced between us… desires neither of us knew existed at the time? Or was he out for revenge?
Before I had a chance to say anything dad shifted his weight on me causing his solid cock to line up against my spent one, his precum mixing with the last drops of semen my soft cock had oozed on to my belly…
He growled again then straight away swooped down, his lips pressed against mine and his tongue darting into the depths of my mouth. I responded eagerly and as soon as he released his grip on my hands I wrapped my arms around him, surrendering as his stronger ones slid underneath my arched back, then right around me around me, trapping my powerless body completely in his heat.
Any disappointment I might have felt at not being able to fuck him… at not being able to feel that virgin ring slowly spreading open around my cock… at not hearing dad’s yells and grunts as I sank into him, ignoring his protests as I burrowed deeper and deeper into that hidden moist heat… well, all that disappointment had vanished as that big old bear of mine ground down on top of this young cub, roughly mauling my body as we kissed wildly on the bed…
Perhaps this is how we were meant to be. Perhaps even in the world of father and son incest sons didn’t fuck their dads? But I knew one thing. Dad was meant to hold me like this and make me his. This wasn’t Matt. This was my own father. The lifelong dominant top. And if leopards couldn’t change their spots maybe horny bears couldn’t either, and I knew from the way we kissed and ground our bodies together exactly who was going to fuck who.
Somehow, I managed to squeeze my legs out from underneath him and for a moment his whole body rested between my thighs… his damp furry chest on mine… his big wet cock rammed hard against my stomach, my own trapped between my smooth abs and the rhythmic pressure of his softer hairy belly.
D Come here boy
He commanded me and grabbed one ankle after the other and tugged my legs around him until I instinctively locked my ankles behind his back.
How many times since that first time had we been like this? How many times had I locked my legs around dad’s heaving body as he’d plunged and grunted his way to a bellowing climax in my butt?
Only now it felt different. Now the balance of power had shifted between us more than ever. I was no longer his lover but his captured prey, powerless to fight him and that’s exactly what I wanted to be at that moment… the bear’s young cub, powerless… taken.
Had I ever felt this submissive before? If I had I couldn’t remember but dad’s bear-like growls and bites had flicked a switch in my head… I was so ready to let my daddy claim his prize.
We both knew this position so well; he kept his lips clamped to mine as he carried on snaking his tongue down my throat slowly sliding his sticky shaft over my lower torso as if it was searching blindly for somewhere to push into.
How many times had dad done that with a woman? I mean how many times had he just slid his cock up and down between their thighs until he found the groove between their vaginal lips and muffling their cries with his mouth slowly pushed his way in? Or was he always that considerate? Had there been times when having engage the tip of his dick on her entrance he’d just rammed all seven inches home?... and was now one of those times?
It was weird but I still found myself turned on by the thought of seeing him with a woman… and who knew… maybe one day we’d share one between us… maybe not… but it was quite a thought… would I get sloppy seconds and plunge into a hot cunt churned to a molten mass by my dad’s dick? Would I be the one feeling my cock coated with another man’s cum? Or would dad be ramming his weapon into his own son’s seed?
As I lost myself in this fantasy one of his tight paws released me and reached down between us. Dad had already learned that my ass was tighter than a pussy and he’d learned quickly that if he was going to penetrate me, he was going to need a guiding fist around his dick… the shuffling and targeting of his bare helmet blindly searching for my treasure trove snapped my mind back to reality in a moment of panic.
Surely, he wasn’t going to try and fuck me with no lube except his own pre? Shit! No matter how horny dad was, no matter how wet my pucker was from his tongue and his nudges he’d always made sure I was greased up and ready. He always smeared a great squirt of lube around my pucker… always gently but firmly fingered it inside before pausing to coat his own erection right down to the root…
And how many times had I watched his big fist slide up and down his shaft… heard the squelch as he slicked his dick ready to invade me… watched his face and heard his moans as he worked his dripping foreskin slowly back over his helmet?
But now?
The momentary fear I’d felt at the thought of dad ramming his cock straight into my unprepared asshole vanished when I saw him drool a huge pool of spit into his hand, spit that he then proceeded to smear over my hole… his slow circling around my ring making me whimper until…
J Ohhhhhhhhhh DAD!
I cried out as he poked his finger inside me. Not the usual gentle slide either but a single purposeful jab that made me yelp and arch up as best I could underneath him… my body instinctively trying to defend itself against attack.
By keeping my ankles clamped together over his back, I knew I was exposing and spreading my pucker to help him work deeper. Then I cried out again, louder this time, as that big finger twisted my butt ring open.
J DADDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!
He growled again, jabbed my insides once more before pulling his finger out and with a grin on his face replaced it with the solid curve of his knob against my butthole.
I wanted to guide him as his dick prodded and slithered around it, nudging my taint, sliding over my twitching asshole but I couldn’t guide him to the spot because his mouth was clamped on mine turning everything I was saying into muffled groans. All I could do was let him find his own way into me.
And he did. FUCK! Did he ever!
Staring into my eyes he pushed forward letting me feel the full force of his knob pressing against my ring, his slick cock head grazing my entrance, the lips of my ass now kissing his drooling piss slit as he worked his natural fuck-lube into his saliva, up, down, and around my smooth pucker.
I felt a slight change of angle as he zeroed his large cock right in on the weak spot dead-centre in the tight muscle and I dropped back against the pillow, moaning as I felt my hole stretching, opening up nudge by nudge until….
J DADDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!
…and my willing ass opened enough to engulf the slick bulbous head of my own father’s dick. Fuck, I so needed this! And judging by the change in dad, so did he. But who did he need? Me? Or little Jaxon?
Pushing deeper with each thrust he yanked me back into him, and onto his dick, his hand in the small of my back, expertly raising my ass to change the angle of entry again. I grunted a sigh of pleasure as I felt those familiar inches boring steadily into me, my hole now stretching around his girth, the ridge of his helmet sliding deeper, opening me more and more until…
J ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH DADDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!
His hips thrust in one short sharp stab.
D This is what daddy’s do to naughty boys
He growled as he lunged forward, giving me more of his cock until I felt his dick sliding past the resistance of a deeper inner ring.
D Come on you sexy little fucker… COME ON BOY! OPEN THAT TIGHT BUTT FOR YOUR DADDY’S DICK!
I arched again, trying to obey his command, and tried to push back on to him, but my hole clenched up just a tad. Dad grunted at the resistance. But he wasn’t going to stop. And I didn’t want him to, so I took a deep breath, relaxed and finally pushed out, allowing him to feed me another inch - the pleasure now radiating from his cock like a soothing heat inside me until I felt the corona of dad's cock head slide past my prostate sending a warm electric charge through my whole body.
J ‘Ohhhhhhhhh FUCCCKKKKKKKKKK!
Shit, I was whimpering like a virgin, crying out as if nothing had ever been up my butt before but I couldn’t help it. Whether dad knew what he was hitting with his dick I don’t know but he must have gathered from the way I was kicking and writhing wildly under him that he was hitting my sweet spot over and over again.
I grunted hoarsely as I felt his breath on my neck once more and dad’s thick wiry pubes finally mashing against my ass as he pushed the final couple of inches deep inside my guts. Fuck! Now all seven thick inches were inside me! And dad was staring down at me making sure I could feel every one of them.
Even though my hole was stretched almost to breaking point I somehow managed to clench my muscles, milking his dick with alternating waves… ripples that made him groan louder each time as he pulled me tight against him, crushing me under his furry solid chest and abs, using his full weight to sink himself deeper and deeper.
D Awwwwwwwww baby
He moaned as he licked at my earlobe, then raising himself slightly watched my face as he flexed his cock inside me.
Fuck! I cried out again as I felt his entire dick pulse deep in my butt. But was it just the flexing of his dick making me kick and writhe in his arms?... Or what he’d just called me?
Was I still his ‘baby’? And who’s butt was he imagining being in? His grown-up son’s? Or his little teen Jaxon? Either one didn’t matter. I was in the zone right with him, being every son he’d ever had in his life…
J DadddYYYYYYYYYYYYY!
Even as I yelled the word and dug my fingers into his back it sounded so right. Maybe it should have felt wrong. But it didn’t. All those words,’daddy’, ’baby’, ‘bad boy’ just seemed to add to the moment, taking our lovemaking to a new high as it soared into the forbidden incestuous sex game of man and boy…
He paused, buried full up inside me as he let me snugly grip his cock with my walls.
D AWWWWWWWWWWWW good boyyyyyyyyy!
Then I felt it. Dad slowly pulled most of the way out as my wet ring tried to grip his slick veined cock, me knowing that all I was doing was pulling at his foreskin as he dragged his weapon from my hole.
With one snap of his hips, and a look of triumph on his face he re-entered me in one violent thrust from tip to root, a thrust that made me scream out at the force.
J DADDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!
I screamed out again as his cock powered past my prostate again before pulling out and ramming back into me once more. Was this how all those women felt as he ploughed steadily into their cunts? I shut my eyes, letting my moan and groans, the cries of ‘dad’ and ‘daddy’, freely escape my lips as he began to steadily fuck me over and over.
Every hard thrust ended in a deep grunt from dad. Every time he slammed against my prostate, I cried out and matched him move for move, so turned by the mix of pain and pleasure as I pushed my ass back to meet each one. And despite have not long shot my load, my prick was already gaining a semblance of life again, but it was trapped between us so I couldn’t reach it. All I could do was let it rub against his soft pounding belly.
He growled again.
D You horny little fucker!
As my tight chute rippled and squeezed its way down his full length, stretching to accommodate the fat root before locking tight around the base as best I could.
D Awwwwwwww WHHHHRGHHHHHHH! BABYYYYYYYYYYYY!
Again, that word sent sparks through every nerve of my body and fuck was I EVER ready to be his baby…. to be anybody he wanted, male, female younger or older… his body felt enormous and bent almost double under him I felt so small.
By now my arms were tiring with the continuous intense grip so I slid my open palms down his sweat soaked back… right down to where they could grab his ass-cheeks, my fingers sinking into their soft flesh as they rose and fell, desperately trying to pull him deeper into me.
And still he kept on thrusting, moaning, groaning, calling me ‘baby’, the word half lost in our frenzied kisses as my insides rippled down the length of his cock.
As he fucked me, I pummelled his cheeks, grabbing fistfuls of soft flesh, digging my nails into them until he yelled out, lifted himself slightly over my body and changed the angle of penetration… those deeper thrusts setting every nerve in my body on fire as he continually pounded against my g-spot. Now I wanted more and yelled for him to fuck me harder as my fingers dug cruelly into his flesh, making him growl louder, making him stab his dick faster, tugging my ring out along his dick as he pulled back… caving it in with the sheer primal force of each thrust as he stabbed back in.
Now we were both lost in the extreme sweaty frenzy of it all, lost in world of muffled cries, a world where the rhythmic slap of skin on skin beat out the timing of our frantic lovemaking.
As my hands grabbed his ass, I found that I was able to reach further, that my fingers could edge into his sweaty crack, a crack still sticky with the sperm from my earlier orgasm. Feeling the slimy, slippery mess between his cheeks on my fingers I began work a finger up and down his trench… searching… searching… until…
…my middle finger found his ribbed sphincter… and I pushed.
D AWWWWW FUCKKKKKKKKK JAXXXXXXXXXXON!
And although he yelled out he continued to ram his dick into me, so far gone that I crooked my finger and pressed harder on his virgin pucker until it finally gave way, that hot tight slimy ring opening around it.
I thought for a moment he was going to stop me. But he just yelled louder, his head snapping back and crying out…
D ‘AWWWWWWWW FUCKKKKKKKKKK SONNNNNNNNNN!.’
His rhythm never slowed down and his heavy grunts only became louder and louder as I pushed in through that tight muscle.
D AWWWWWWWWGHHHHH BABY! YOU LITTLE FUCKERRRRRR!’
But despite his cries he carried on pounding his son as his ‘little fucker’ used the thrusting of his body to push that finger into the tight, warm confines of his arsehole, touching places that had never been touched before.
D FUCKING HELLLLLLLL BOY!
Dad roared in my ear as I jabbed again, harder this time, pushing so his ring passed right down over my knuckle. For a moment I thought it was a cry of protest, until I felt him push back like he was trying to fuck himself on my finger in time to his own frantic thrusts…. and I realized it wasn’t a howl of protest at all but the howl of ecstasy as my finger started to match his cock thrust for thrust… opening him up to the pleasure buried deep inside his body… the newly discovered pleasure of his own ass.
And I knew that for the first time my father had finally discovered the pleasure that had been awaiting him all these years as he finally allowed himself to enjoy the sensations my finger was unlocking deep in his body..
All I could do, all I wanted to do, was brace my body as he used my ass for his own pleasure, pushing into me again and again as he burrowed and stirred his cock into my deepest depths. The more he fucked me, the harder he slammed through my burning pucker, the stronger the scent of his sweat became, his musk seeming more overpowering than ever before as it dripped on me and I could feel the crack of his ass getting wetter and wetter, his thrusts wilder, his grunts louder, his reddening face twisting and gasping as it hovered before me.
And I knew the signs. My dad was a man on his way to losing control.
Fucking hell! His ass was everything I imagined it would be if it had been my dick in there and not my finger. His virgin ring tight and spasming, his spongy walls hot and rippling and I realised I was digging right into the red flesh I’d only partially glimpsed when I rimmed him.
With his full body weight pressing me into the mattress he began to slowly drag his cock almost from my hole, only to swiftly slam it back into me. This time there was no second guessing. I was lost in the animal rhythm of my father’s dick and from nowhere I heard myself scream out,
J DADDDDDDDDDDDDYYY FUCK YOUR BABYYYYYYYYYY!
Arching my back and hiking my ass up even higher, I jabbed and twisted my finger deep in his butthole as he started riding me like a man possessed - long dick strokes in and out of my hole as his sweaty pelvis began to rhythmically slap against my ass, his heavy sack banging and squashing into my crack.
This wasn’t just lovers. This was a father and son possessing each other totally as we fucked wildly on our bed.
By now my asshole was burning, the intense sensations, the cocktail of pain and pleasure just this side of extreme discomfort. He was hitting my spot, but his size and girth made sure I felt euphoric pleasure spiked with just a hint of pain.
And all the time, my finger relished the tight confines of his chute, jabbing when I could and savouring the pulsing, clenching of his ring around my stabbing digit on each downward plunge.
Beyond the physical sensations, there was that emotional jolt I got from surrendering to his overwhelming physical presence. Being beneath Dad. Feeling the man on top of me. Thrusting in his own determined but exciting way. Crossing lines, we never knew existed as we surrendered ourselves once more to the forbidden joys of father and son sex.
I found my breaths growing shorter, but they paled in comparison to dad's heavy panting as he humped into me with a brutal athletic precision. Harder. Faster. On the last lap. Sprinting towards the finish and getting louder and louder until he threw his head back and shouted….
D Oh....OHHHH FUCKKKKKKK!.... it's so good, son... DADDY CAN’T HOLD ON ANY LONGER!
J GO FOR IT DADDDY! FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEE!
I cried out, begging him for his load as his pucker spasmed and gripped around my finger, those hidden depths now rippling with a life of their own.
Red faced, he stared down at me, gasping for breath, any look of love lost behind a twisted mask of pure animal lust as I felt his body go rigid on top of mine, his thrusts turning into sharp unco-ordinated jabs as he shouted…
D I’M GONNA CUMMMMMMMMMMrrghhhhhhhhhhh!
And as he shuddered and trembled, as his asshole fluttered and gripped my finger, I felt wad after wad of cum firing into my guts, flooding me, filling me with his seed in a series of heavy pulsing spurts in time with his loud almost agonised grunts.
D SONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNrrrghhhhhhhh!
I yelled as I took each merciless thrust, cried out as I felt those fervid blasts paint my anal walls as I made sure my hole clenched his draining cock, milking him for every last drop.
D Awwwwwwww son….. Noooooooooooo! STOP!’
Finally dad’s heaving body fell still and heavy on top of mine, his lips kissing my neck as he slowly slithered his cock from my well-fucked ass, both of us groaning as I tried to tighten my hole, making sure I kept every drop inside. I let out a sharp cry as his cock finally cleared my ring with a wet sperm-soaked kiss.
J Ohhhhhh! Fuck! Dad!
My ass involuntarily oozed out some of his cum as I felt the drops roll down my cleft and on to the sheets. But he stayed where he was, still on top of me, his heart pounding in his chest, my open asshole still spasming in the aftershock of such a violent fuck… because that’s what it had been… whatever love there was between us dad had fucked me with an animal passion I’d never known before, we’d said words we’d never said before as we gave ourselves over to the white hot heat of some wild taboo man/boy fantasy neither of us had known existed within us, even in our wildest dreams.
I was almost grateful the battering was over. Every joint in my body felt like it had been torn apart. Eventually dad moved just enough so I could finally sprawl out and spread my aching legs as he rolled over on to his back beside me. Both of us recovering in our own way.
D Phewwwwwww son, THAT has to be one of the best!
J You know what I did to you, don’t you?
D Uhuh, you baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad boy’
And he just laughed and pulled me into his arms, curling his legs underneath mine so we lay spooning, my sticky butthole leaking into his bush.
J Well?
He pulled me closer and kissed my shoulders.
D Well, what?’ (he teased.)
J You know…
D Hey, let’s just enjoy this moment. Everything else we can talk about tomorrow.’
Snuggling deeper into his embrace I pulled dad’s arms tighter around me and smiled to myself at his reluctance to admit that me fingering him hadn’t hindered his performance and maybe even..... improved it!
I knew dad still had a lot to learn about that not-so-secret place between his cheeks and I knew that one way or another I was going to be the one to teach him… maybe not today, not even tomorrow but sometime in the not-too-distant future… and when his ass was finally ready my dick would be ready too.
