Jaxon becomes dad’s equal
Dad had decided it was time we had another weekend away and I’m thinking how different this trip would be from the last one. We were so passed the shy fumbling’s in the dark these days. In a few short weeks dad had gone from unsure denial to an awesome lover whose virile body reflected his sexual appetite 150%… and I had gone willingly with him, sometimes leading the way, sometimes letting him take control, sometimes his little boy and sometimes his equal…
I say ’sometimes’, because although his butt was no longer the secret forbidden place it had been and although he now got off on being rimmed and fingered as I did when I did both to him, when it came to full anal sex it was: dad multiple, Jaxon nil. No matter how far I’d worked my tongue in that tight pucker of his, no matter how deep I’d burrowed my finger into his moist hidden heat, no matter how loud he moaned or how hard he came, dad’s cherry was still intact and out of bounds…
…and I still wanted to even the score….and make that dark hairy butthole mine.
So, come the day we set off I figured camping wasn’t on the itinerary because we drove off leaving the tent packed away in the basement… What I didn’t realize was that dad had booked us into an amazing boutique hotel called ‘The Southern Star Hideaway’ in the heart of a National Park, kilometers away from anywhere, anybody and anything else.
I asked him how he’d found the place. He just grinned and said it was amazing what you could find if you typed ‘gay hotels’ into your search engine.
J Does that mean you’re finally gay then dad? (I said teasingly).
D Maybe… or…..
J Or?
D Maybe I just love your tight little butt more than I like pussy!
J Love my butt…. Or love me?
D (Winking) What do you think son?
I was going to be mean and say he just loved my ass, and judging from the way he fucked me every which way there was no doubt about his feelings where my pucker was concerned. His grunts, groans and ear shattering cum cries were all the proof I ever needed on that score… but I held my tongue.
Ever since dad and I had made love properly I’d seen two sides to him. One was the dominant demanding Big Bear who fucked hard and long, and the other was the tender paternal side that I guess I’d forgotten over the years, the side that still made me feel like his ‘little cub’ just like it had when I was a kid.
So, he didn’t need to tell me he loved me… I knew….
Wwwoooww, dad was right about the hotel! Even the foyer was luxurious, not overdone but tastefully put together by somebody who had an obvious talent for blending luxury with comfort, and yet swanky enough to make me feel like some bogan from the outback.
But leaving all that aside the biggest thrill was when I heard my father tell the lad on reception that we had a reservation in the name of Mr. and Mr. Pearce. Ok, Mr. Pearce and son would have sounded way hornier but judging from the look on the guys face not only had he worked that out for himself, but it must have been a pretty normal occurrence…. after all dad had found the place on a gay tourist site…
…and as dad signed for the keys, I wondered if any other fathers and sons had spent the weekend here…. maybe even having sex in the very same bed that was going to be ours for the next couple of nights…. Were there more people like us? Was this place a retreat where other fathers brought their sons and was our incestuous relationship more common than I thought?
Well, if dad was thinking the same, he kept his thoughts to himself as I explored the room, peering into closets and checking out the enormous bathroom with is huge marble jacuzzi.
Dad was so eager and said we should change into our hiking gear straight away because he wanted to explore some of the amazing trails he’d seen on the hotel’s website before the light started to fade.
I looked around the room with its extra big double bed, it was just the sort of bed I could picture us making love on, the perfect place for two horny naked guys to fuck loudly and wildly on. Perhaps even the same place where other fathers and sons had done the very same thing….
Hell, I could even imagine myself hanging on to that headboard as dad grunted and moaned behind me, slamming his dick in and out of my butt… or straddling him when he lay on his back as I bounced and squirmed, ramming myself down over and over again with every one of those seven thick inches buried deep inside me…
…or, so help me, in my fantasy…. reversing the roles and me fucking him…. dad face down with his thighs spread and his meaty ass raised…. or on his back with his legs over my shoulders as I ploughed my dick into his pucker claiming his cherry as mine.
J Hey dad! Look at this jacuzzi!
D Yeah, whatever. Plenty of time to try that out later, right now we’re heading for the hills…. I mean the one’s outside…
He laughed at his own joke, adding that as amazing as they were the ones in my pants could wait.
J I guess yours will have to wait too then (tucking my obvious semi into my shorts.)
D You’re a baaaaaaaaaaad boy Jaxon, you know that?
J Yeah, but you like me that way
Dad laughed that he’d never said he didn’t… and judging from the way his dick was chubbing up in his underwear I knew I was going to be a very baaaaaaaaad boy when we got back…
This hike was so different to the last time when we went ‘bush’ only a few weeks ago. So different, I found myself laughing to myself when I thought of the gradual steps, I’d had to take to get dad to where he is now… remembering how we masturbated together in the darkness with me dying to touch him but too scared to reach out and take his cock in my hand… remembering the following night when I’d actually wanked his dick and made him cum. It had all been so scary, one tiny step at a time, all in darkness, not talking, just muffled groans and heaps of awkward silences.
But I had these urges that I couldn’t resist, and dad’s ‘reluctant’ cooperation was all the encouragement I needed. I had a clear memory of that night of campfire when I threw all caution to the wind, sucked him off and we had THAT first carnal kiss.
Shit! That was when I really began to hope that our relationship would grow but I think even in my wildest fantasies, I’d never imagined that we’d become the sexual partners we’d become..
From a quick guilty wank in a tent to staying in classy hotel as ‘unofficial’ lovers just showed how far we’d come. I was the happiest I’d ever been. But I knew there was one thing that could make me even happier… topping dad!
Despite the incredible scenery even while we were walking through the heavy bush, both of us panting and barely speaking, my mind was already racing ahead and I was picturing us in the jacuzzi, me massaging dad’s tired muscles as the water bubbled around us and then looking forward to snuggling up in that big bed where we’d have an awesome night of lovemaking.
That jacuzzi looked so inviting as we staggered into the room after our four-hour excursion. I was used to such exercise, but even I had a dull ache in my legs. Dad on the other hand was putting on a brave face and I knew he was exhausted. The jacuzzi would be especially welcome for him and I’d make sure he enjoyed every minute of it. All we both wanted to do was sprawl out in the warm water and have the bubbles massage our bodies in places we were too tired to reach ourselves.
The jacuzzi looked huge and I plugged it in and turned on the taps, shouting out,
J Come on hurry up, it’s filling up
That made me laugh when I remembered a little naked Jaxon leaning excitedly over the edge of the bathtub as I whipped the warm water into bubbles with eager hands.
But now I wasn’t little Jaxon anymore and if I needed further proof of that I only had to look at myself in the mirror as I stripped off in front of it. Even if I say so myself my body was in pretty good shape. Those regular sessions in the gym had definitely paid off. I could see I now had firm abs and pecs, not to mention decent biceps as I flexed them in the mirror, just like I used to when I was a kid, staring at my naked reflection wondering when I’d ever have muscles like my dad… or hair in my pits or even around ‘my willy’, as dad called it then.
‘Well Jaxon’, I thought to myself as I stood there staring at my reflection, ‘you may not have inherited your father’s fur but you’ve sure inherited the family dick!’
And I so had. Erect, I knew I was virtually as big as him with the same shaped helmet covered in a long foreskin that slipped back easily. Soft? Well maybe I wasn’t quite in his league and never would be. But as dad had said I was a ‘grower not a show-er’ and I was defiantly growing right now.
Another thing was sure too. We’d really exerted ourselves and deserved this soak as we were both as sweaty as fuck, so kicking my undies on to the pile of discarded clothes, I sank down in the warm water and it was bliss.
I sat with my back against the edge facing the doorway so that I could see dad enter and I stretched my arms out along the edge as if waiting for him to fall into them.
He’d obviously been busy opening a bottle of wine and when he brought it in with two glasses he paused in the doorway and smiled at the sight of me naked and sprawled out waiting for him.
D Perfect view son, best view of the day I reckon
Dad put the two glasses down carefully on the edge of the tub, stood up and stripped off in the same way as I’d done. He too, was too tired for any formality.
It was sexy just lying there watching him strip. His big sweaty, hairy broad chest, his exposed damp, thick pits as he tugged his shirt off. That cheeky smile in my direction as he undid the belt and zipper of his jeans to reveal his saturated trunks cradling his nestling cock and balls. He was even too tired to get an erection, but that didn’t matter. He just looked so fucking sexy.
His trunks came down quickly, then he stood up proudly displaying his limp manhood. I gave him an appreciative wolf-whistle and tapped the edge of the jacuzzi to encourage him to join me in the water.
After he’d posed for a bit, drawing in his stomach and flexing his muscles he swung one leg over the edge, his heavy cock and balls swinging as he moved, finally sinking down with a loud creaky groan and sitting opposite me, the warm water bubbling and gurgling around us.
D Cheers son
J Cheers dad and here’s to a great weekend
I joined him in a toast, clinked our glasses and we smiled at each other appreciating the day we’d just spent together and looking forward for what was to come.
D Thanks for a lovely day
J It’s not over yet
I smiled and dad laughed.
D I’m whacked.
J Even with a naked baaaaaad boy in your jacuzzi?
D Oh, THAT happens all the time
He grinned and nudged my bare foot with his.
J Oh yeah? And how many naked boys have you had in a jacuzzi?
D Just the one, so far, but for an old man who’d spent four hours hiking in the hills one is enough
J Let’s take it easy and see what happens.
D Oh yeah?
He grinned THAT grin, sort of lopsided, the same grin I remembered he used to give me when I was a kid and mum was telling us off for horsing around. Back then it was a sign that we were both part of the same conspiracy…well, maybe nothing had changed, eh?
J You know…. if you get in the mood
He put his glass on the edge of the tub and sank deeper into the water
D Let your poor old dad relax first
I said not to worry, that I was just in the right mood to ‘look after my poor old dad’ and told him to spin round and lie against me…
Which he did, swirling around in the water and backing into me between my outstretched legs, his head resting back on my chest, and looking up as I looked down we shared a wine-flavoured kiss.
I couldn’t help but think how different our baths were now I was no longer little Jaxon. Back then I’d leaned against him, laughing as he piled a tower of bubbles on the top of my head, wriggling as the wet hair of his chest tickled my back, all so very innocent and loving… but now…?
We lay silent in the water for a few minutes just enjoying our weary naked bodies floating together, the waters’ buoyancy keeping his entire weight off me, but he was still heavy enough for me to feel his powerful body unwinding on top of me.
He sighed softly as I began to massage his strong, broad shoulders, feeling the tension and tiredness seep out of his body under my fingers… then I moved to stroke his softened pecs, just lightly enough to stir up the wavy hair that covered them. Now I could feel how warm and pliable his stress-free body was, feel the muscles under their layer of his belly fat and I hugged him with devotion as I gently nuzzled his damp neck.
D Umm that feels so good (whispering).
J And this?
D Ummmmmmmmmm
J Does this feel good too?
I couldn’t resist his nipples as they perked up straight away when I casually squeezed them with both sets of fingers.
He gave a quiet moan as I teased them, the nubs hardening between my fingertips. I knew he was a nip man, and the sensations would be travelling straight down to his cock but because he was submerged I had to content myself with the image of it unfurling and stiffening up.
…and those soft groans just got louder and more guttural as I began pinching them harder.
D Baaaaaaaaaad boy
I laughed softly in his ear. I knew part of him just wanted to relax but the other part, the part between his legs, would soon start wanting some kind of action and release. I knew dad so well! Stimulating his nipples was like turning a switch on which was directly connected to his groin.
I knew he was tired, and I just wanted to treat him, not get him too excited ‘yet’, just wanted him to luxuriate in the simple pleasures I was giving him.
J You enjoying this? (I whispered letting my lips play against his ear.)
D ‘Oh yessss, but you’re a naughty boy. I know what you’re after
J Me? (trying to sound as innocent as I could), I just want to spoil you and help you relax
D And playing with my nips is your way of helping me relax, eh?
He turned his head just enough to let our lips brush together.
J Just go with it, just trust me.’
D You’re the boss son
I felt him begin to physically relax under my touch….
…so maybe this time I was just that, the boss.
All the time, my cock was hardening underneath him. Touching him sensually like this was always so arousing, and while his heavy body was sort of floating above me, quite often it would bob down on my outstretched torso causing my cock to brush against his back or his ass. And every time it made contact with his warm skin my dick pulsed in return, growing longer and harder.
If he noticed, he didn’t say anything. Maybe he just didn’t want to interrupt this blissful time we were reveling in… this was a true father/son bonding, a real intimate moment.
After a few more moments of gentle caressing, I carefully slipped out from underneath him and told him not to move. He lay floating in the water as I maneuvered myself to swap ends so that I remained underneath him, but I had his feet under my pits…
We were now facing each other again and between us, his body remained stretched out in the water, his cock now obviously straining so that it barely rested on his thick nest of pubic hair; his big balls hung bobbing seductively between his thighs as I lifted both ankles to rest on my shoulders.
Maybe he knew I was up to no good, but he was content just to lie there and let me get on with it. He was tired and was happy to let me have my fun and games as long as he didn’t have to join in ‘too much’.
My hands stroked his powerful calves, moving upwards to his masculine rugby-developed thighs and as he spread his legs a little wider, I knew I wasn’t imagining this invite to explore further…. so I progressed to his heavy balls, massaging them, jiggling them gently in their sac, balls that were no doubt producing more dad sperm for his son to enjoy later on.
By now dad’s cock was solid, sticking up out of the water like a periscope searching… for what? My hand? Or was it a lighthouse sending out its signal to my lips?
Either way I began by wrapping my fingers around the length of his straining dick, caressing it back and forth, masturbating him in slow motion as it pulsed in my grasp. It was solid and the gooey precum just flowed into the surrounding water as I milked for more.
Everything was drawn out, with little exertion, dad’s quiet sexy moans just adding to the atmosphere of relaxed, unhurried intimacy.
In this position I practically floated underneath him between the V of his thighs with my fingers moving to and fro between working his shaft and tickling his low hangers… and I knew I had to take advantage of his surrendered pose so my fingers moved downwards and traced the dark passage underneath those floating balls…
I heard him gulp but he didn’t move as my fingers edged in and traced his firm taint, working through the ass hairs between his cheeks and searching in the wet darkness for his pucker.
With one finger, I slowly traced the length of his crack and found the ribbed circled muscle I was searching for, tight and hidden away. I ran my fingertip lightly around the edge of his ring and straightaway I felt him tense up, but as I just continued to lightly circle him, he gradually relaxed again.
And then very gently, I hooked my finger and probed it in the direct center of his sphincter, only to feel it was tightly closed no matter how hard I prodded.
J Open up dad, relax
I whispered and as I continued with the gentle probing, there was a faint relaxing of his tight muscle. Feeling braver I encouraged him
J Push out
And miraculously, I felt the faint surrender of his pucker lips giving way and doing just that. How many times had dad said that to me as he pressed his wet slimy helmet against my pucker? So, that was my cue to carefully edge my finger inside only to have it tightly gripped once I’d made my entry.
D Awwwwwww baby….
Dad groaned and tensed up, but it was too late, my finger was inside and as I tried to reassure him that everything was OK, I pushed my finger in further, feeling the warmth and smoothness of his rectal walls, a place I’d always dreamed of reaching with my dick but never thought I’d ever get a chance.
With his legs on my shoulders and his cock upright and pulsing as I poked him, I couldn’t resist and I slid up between his legs so I could take his cockhead in my mouth, probing him as deep as I could, as my lips and tongue worked along his dick, swallowing his steady stream of pre, and sucking for more as I finger fucked him, making his hole spasm on my knuckle, and his cock pulse in my mouth.
And fuck me! Then my big bear started to whimper, a sure sign that he was surrendering himself to me, just letting himself let go and savour the experience of having his asshole invaded properly for the first time.
But I knew I wanted more and as much as I just wanted dad to relax and take it.
J Get on your hands and knees.
D Ok, but don’t get any ideas eh?
When he rolled over, he was still half in water so I pulled the plug and it began to drain away, slowly exposed him on all fours. That was such a fucking awesome sight that I sat up behind him and holding onto his cheeks just buried my face in his wet ass…. licking up and down hard, spreading them wider cheeks, trying to fork my tongue inside. Despite the fingering, my experience told me he didn’t feel any looser so I had to use my thumbs to prise his pucker apart so I could jab my tongue inside.
D Awwwwwwwwwwwww you baaaaaaaaaaad boy!
I let go of one of his cheeks and fisted my own cock. I was desperate to masturbate, my dick was already throbbing for release and dad was half leaning over the edge of the jacuzzi with one hand slowly jerking his own, the two of us filling the room with dad’s groans, my muffled moans and the slicking sound of our wet foreskins being worked over our swollen slimy knobs.
I’d never gotten this far where I’d actually fingered him like this; so far that his ass hole was now well-watered and spit-lubed and I knew I just had to try again.
I pulled my face away from his tempting asshole which almost seemed to be winking at me and almost daring me to plunder it.
J Dad?
D Don’t ask son (as if he knew exactly what was going through my mind).
J Please, this feels so right
D Hey not for me, on my hands and knees, getting pneumonia in a cold tub?
It took me a second to work out what he was saying…... he wasn’t saying NO! Just ’not here.’
J Dad?
He said just to take it easy, and as if he could tell I wasn’t quite understanding what he was saying he added,
D Let’s dry off and go to bed, eh?
I’ve got to admit I was as disappointed as hell. I’d never had my fingers that deep in his butt before, never felt the rippling of his inner muscles as his hole relaxed into the rhythm of each slow thrust… maybe I should have tried to fuck him then and there?
So, we clambered out of the jacuzzi, staring at each other as we dried ourselves down. Very much like we used to all that time ago. Except now there was one big difference, two big differences…
Both our cocks were reaching for the ceiling, a sexually charged atmosphere in the air as if we’d both agreed on something but not sure what it was.
When we’d both sufficiently dried off, dad took my towel and took over drying my hair. He kissed me as he wrapped me up.
D Remember how I used to do this to you years ago? You barely reached my belly button and now look at you. As tall as me and I still feel that same love for you – more than ever son. I know you’re a grown man but you’re still my little boy at heart and I know I can trust you to lead me, just like you’ve been doing over these past few weeks. I’ve always said you and me are equals even though I’ll always be your daddy
He smiled down at me, and I felt pure love and I couldn’t help but reply.
J And I’ll always want you to be my daddy
I felt this wasn’t a ‘daddy’ sex thing. He was just talking about the unique bond that we had, the one he couldn’t possibly have with any other person.
Once dry we began kissing and hugging, grinding our cocks together between our bellies. Was dad opening up to me? Was this his way of telling me that now was the right time… acknowledging that I wasn’t little Jaxon anymore but a fully mature sexual being with my own desires?
I left him in the bathroom to finish drying. By now my mind was going into overdrive. Was dad really leaving it up to me? And if so what the fuck was the best way to handle it?
I put the lube out on the bedside locker, lay a towel across the sheets and then was hit by inspiration as I saw a full-length mirror on wheels that could tilt. I rolled it towards the bed and put it at such an angle that I thought I’d be able to see whatever action might happen.
Dad’s first time had to be memorable for all the best reasons. I knew he’d be scared. We were all scared for our first time weren’t we? And I loved dad for letting me do this.
He seemed oblivious to everything as he walked into the room, his cock reduced to half-mast. I reached out and pulled him on top of me and we kissed, hard, his heavy weight pinning me down, his knees either side of me, grinding down on my body, my arms forced above my head as he nuzzled in my pits in turn and bit the hairs…
Yet as much as I was loving every moment, I was determined not to let him take the lead. This was my time, and I wasn’t going to mess around any longer.
I pushed his chest upwards so that he straddled my hips. He looked down at me, uncertain of what was coming next.
J Are you sure you want to do this?
He didn’t say anything, he just nodded.
J Then just trust me
D You know I do son; I’d trust you with my life
Then I went for it.
J Pass me the lube…
Surprisingly he sat up straight and reached over for the tube on the bedside locker then handed it to me watching me unscrew the top.
Fuck! How many times had I watched him do the same thing? How many times in the past few weeks had I watched him lube up his massive cock before smearing my eager pucker with his slimy fingers?
And now I was going to do exactly the same thing, but to him, my own father.
I told him to kneel up over me, which he did, his cock although still plump, dangling heaving between his legs, his uncertainty overwhelming his anticipation. But that didn’t bother me as I dribbled the lube over two fingers and reached down between his spread thighs… where I searched for his pucker as he bent over me… searching until I found my target and pushed upwards…
D FUCK SON!
J Relax dad
He groaned deeply as my finger probed its way passed his tight outer ring, gripping it tightly as if trying to resist the force I was using to push in two knuckles deep, gently twisting it around inside in an attempt to loosen up him although I knew it was going to take a lot more one finger.
D STEADY!
J It’s ok, just push out.’
Oh fuck! And with one long drawn out grunt I felt his butt-hole blossom around my finger, allowing me to sink deeper into my father’s warm spongey heat.
I stared at dad, his eyes were tightly shut. I didn’t want this to be a form of torture; he was meant to enjoy it, but I knew the first time was always going to be difficult and I just hoped he’d hang in there.
I held my breath and said,
J Well done, it feels amazing. Keep with it, I’m going to try a second finger
He opened his eyes in shock and was about to protest but we both knew the reality of the situation – my cock was at least the circumference of 3 fingers, if this was going to work, we were going to HAVE to go further.
In the end, he didn’t say anything and shut his eyes again as I slightly withdrew my finger and lined up a second alongside it.
We heard the slurping of my withdrawal and as my second finger was already soaking, we took in the slicking sounds of me trying to get the right angle, still hidden by his droopy cock and low hanging balls as I dug behind them to insert two slimy digits inside him.
It was way tighter; he groaned all the louder as I firmly edged them in, not thinking twice about giving up. We both knew this was necessary and dad would be grateful afterwards.
My fingers were squashed together as they slicked their way through his ring and despite the grimace of pain on his face, I felt him very gently bouncing as I used more pressure and taking advantage of our united rhythm; they sunk in further.
J See?
I lifted my mouth to his, kissing him as I continually jabbed his ass ring with two fingers imperceptibly loosening his sphincter muscle.
I tried sitting up and looking over his shoulder to see if I could see my two fingers slipping inside of him in the reflection of the tilted mirror but I couldn’t get the angle right and just had to imagine the erotic image of my fingers disappearing in his tight brown hole.
D Ohhhhh fuckkkkkk!
He moaned and began to bounce more freely going from millimeters to centimeters, rocking on my two fingers. At last we were making some progress.
I looked into his eyes when they opened and smiled encouragingly, empathizing he was doing the right thing. His slow rocking grew more intense, his groans growing louder as his pucker slicked to and fro over my two bound slimy fingers.
J You Ok? You ready? We can take it as slow as you like. Just stop when you’ve had enough all right?
I meant what I said but I sure didn’t want my will power to be tested if dad backed out half way!
He knelt up on his knees, his body towering over mine, his cock, still plump but heavy, his foreskin retracted to cover his knob again and I knew his entire mental focus was on trying to relax his asshole.
As he knelt up, my fingers popped out of his tight confines, so I told him to reach behind and grab my cock.
D You mean sit on it?
I grinned and nodded. The only signals he needed to reach behind, his fist encircling my shaft as he backed up and wedged it between his cheeks, his eyes closed again as he concentrated on getting the angle just right. It was so important for him to be in charge and control the rate of entry. I just gently stroked his thighs spread either side of me and let him manhandle me the way he wanted.
J Ohhhh dadmmmmmmffff
I squirmed slightly as my sensitive knob pushed up against his sphincter muscle and told him to press down, wondering if it would have been like this had our roles been reversed and it was my virgin bud and not his that was about to experience being penetrated for the first time… or would dad have taken me on my back, legs up like all the women he’d fucked over the years….
I felt his body weight pushing down on my dick and hearing him start to pant I reminded him to breathe. And as he pushed himself down harder I could feel the immense pressure building up on my helmet as I felt his pucker trying to engulf it; it was being squeezed so intently.
He opened his eyes, looked down at and paused..
D I can’t do it son. You’re just too big
J Sure you can, just go slow, don’t panic, just relax and let it happen
I almost had to pinch myself; this was me coaching dad how to sit on my cock… and it was hornier than hell.
Horny because I knew my dad, knew how competitive he was, knew that he wouldn’t give up easily on anything he was determined to do. And I knew it would be all worth it as I watched him persuading himself in his mind as he gritted his teeth and sank further down.
The pressure on my knob was immense, but I was well lubricated and had had this experience so many times before. This agonizing entry wasn’t a problem for me, just for dad and his virgin pucker.
Millimeter by millimeter, I felt my flared helmet being drawn into his warm channel and suddenly that intense pressure was off and my knob was wedged inside him.
D OWWWWWWWWW FUCKKKKK JAXXXXXXXXXON! ITS IN!
And by fuck, was it ever! Finally, FINALLY, I’d succeeded in taking dads cherry!
He stayed still, savouring the feeling now the worst was over. And that was true, my mushroom head was now buried inside him, and I could just gently slide its stem in afterwards and really appreciate the delicious feeling of my knob pushing its way to snugly fit like a hand into a glove as he let his walls mold around my throbbing tool.
Dad winced and exhaled deeply, lowering himself down on his haunches as centimeter by centimeter and then thick inch after thick inch of his son’s cock edged inside him…
…all the way in until he was comfortable enough to sit back and begin gently rocking on my dick.
D Is this right?
Fuck as if he needed telling. Surely the sounds I was making and the look on my face should have told him everything he needed to know.
He then sat back and put his hands on my thighs and gently rocked more with my entire cock inside him, my sparse pubes wet with the lube from his pucker, pressed up against him as far as they could go.
I pulled myself up; that’s when I hugged him as he squatted down on my dick. I gripped his back and looked over his shoulder and gave a sharp intake of breath as I saw the tantalizing reflection of his resting glutes on my thighs with only my balls on show.
D What’s up?’
J Look in the mirror
He looked over his shoulder.
D Fucking hell!! (he said as if he couldn’t believe it)
I knew he was seeing what I’d seen, only he had a better view of his son’s dick buried between his cheeks, buried so deep it looked like my balls were literally hanging out of his asshole.
J Watch yourself move on it, enjoy the view.’
He kept looking as he began to slowly lift himself, watching in amazement as my slimy shaft slowly withdrew inch by inch from his pucker then disappeared back inside him as he sank back down.
D Wwooww… I mean fucking WOW
I looked up at him and we kissed with deep satisfaction and appreciation that we’d gotten this far. Dad had done this to me dozens of times and finally he was discovering what it was like from my point of view. As for me, I’d fucked countless guys, but never experienced anything as intense, and slow, and as loving as this.
The more his ass got used to it, the more dad rose and fell, riding every inch of my cock slowly but surely… and once again, I sat up, clawed his back, as I looked over his shoulder and as he raised and lowered himself…
The view was fucking awesome, like watching one of my favourite video close-ups only this wasn’t some porn stars dick invading a well stretched ass, this was MY cock sinking into my dad then pulling back out in slow motion. It was the horniest thing I’d ever seen, especially as I was receiving the intense gripping at the same time. I was literally speechless as I stared at my own cock fucking my father.
I fell back on my pillow again, pulling dad down with me, creating just enough space between us for me to match his movements with my own thrusts, gently at first until I thrust up hard on a downward plunge and my helmet speared his insides and he let out a loud yell of pained surprise.
That’s when I decided I couldn’t cope with being a such a passive partner. My cock was eager to explode and I didn’t want to cum like this….
Yes I knew I was being a ‘baaaaaaaaaaad boy’ but I so wanted to fuck that amazing tight hairy ass of his.
J I need you to roll over
D Uh?
J Let me stay in you, but let’s roll over.’
Surprisingly, he didn’t argue and I used my arms to lever him upwards and then gently roll him to one side, ensuring that I kept my cock wedged in him the whole time until he was on his back and I was sprawled on top of him, hooking one of his ankles over my shoulder so that his legs were spread wide while my cock remained impaled in him.
I now looked down at him in a position of authority and there was a slight fear in his eyes as he realised his vulnerability.
Oh wow! This was much more satisfying for me now, as I could sink my dick fully inside him, stopping only when my balls acted like a cork preventing even deeper penetration as I looked down between us,… my cock sliding in and out of his butt, the slick dense hairs pulling along my shaft… seeing that tight brown ring tugging out along my dick before finally caving back in as I plunged deeper and harder
…hearing every one of my thrusts met with a loud groan or grunt as I speared dad’s walls over and over, picking up the pace as we as we grew louder, less inhibited, not even caring if there was anybody in the room next door to hear us.
J Wank yourself dad!
I panted, feeling the perspiration running down my sides from my pits, the sweat on my back starting to trickle down my crack between my rapidly clenching buttocks…
He didn’t need telling twice, reaching between us with his hand and grasping his tool, moaning, groaning, arching his back under me as he pushed his warm slimy ring down on my cock… and I knew I didn’t have to hold back any longer. I was able to fuck this man like I had done with so many others, but there had never been so much intensity or lust or reward.
Were we making love or fucking? It was hard to tell where one stopped and the other began as we became a mass of thrashing, sweating, slapping bodies.
This was my ultimate fantasy and it was even better than I had imagined. His pucker leaked out my precum as I pumped into him, lubing him up like a well-oiled machine.
We panted into each other’s mouths, each lost in our own overwhelming need to orgasm, each aware of the signs, our breaths becoming ragged, our faces red, mouths twitching too much to do more than smack together in frenzied kisses.
D Son! SONNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!’
J Do it dad! CUM FOR ME! CUM FOR ME!
D ‘OH BABYYYY OHHHHH OHHHHH FUCKKKKK JAXONNNNrrghhhh!
He gave a guttural cry as I felt his body spasm underneath me and the familiar warm splats of his cum gushing out attempting to glue the two of us together… and the way his pucker unconsciously clenched around my dick as he lost himself in his orgasm was the trigger for my internal explosion.
With five, six, merciless thrusts I soaked his guts with several warm ropes of my creamy DNA bonding us in a way that no one else could match. A son cumming inside his father – the entire opposite of what nature intended, but matched by an intensity that only our incestuous love for each other….
We lay there panting, each recovering from the most amazing experience, me having fucked my father for the first time, and dad, finally learning how amazing his ass could feel.
Whatever happened in the future neither of us would ever forget this experience and it had been perfect, memorable for all the right reasons.
We stayed locked together, kissing slowly until my cock softened inside him and eventually it plopped out.
D Ohhhh… I’m…
J Leaking?
D Uhuh
J Let’s see eh?
I so wanted to see my dad’s well-fucked ass leaking my cum the same way he always wanted to see mine, so I slid down and pushing his legs back to get a good view looked on as his red half-opened pucker pulsed and dribbled out a thick trail of spunk… my spunk… his own son’s seed… and I knew now why the sight of my asshole leaking HIS seed was such a big thing… because I too felt that thrill of possession…
We lay alongside each other, dads arm loosely around my shoulders, stroking my back as I settled my head on warm damp chest, neither of us saying anything as if the intensity of our climaxes had robbed us of the power of speech.
I looked down dad’s big hairy body to where his cock lay shriveled in its own pool of sperm which was splattered across his torso.
He stared at the ceiling and eventually his breathing regulated back to normal. We lay there, spent but content. We didn’t need to analyze things right now. I didn’t know if me topping him was a one off experience, or maybe I’d actually liberated him, but all that could be decided later on.
Then dad gave a big groan as he sat up as if his bones were aching and said he had to get cleaned up, then he got to his feet unsteadily and staggered to the bathroom walking like he’d wet his pants.
I knew he had a lot to deal with and accepted that he needed some ‘alone’ time’ and I wiped myself down with a discarded towel and thought about stripping the bed removing all the damp, stained evidence of his first fuck… but then maybe that was a waste of time… the weekend had just started.
Was I was proud of him? Hell I was proud of both of us, proud of what we were developing together, a more equal relationship but still, when it came down to it, a father and son who were in love with each other, not the typical father/son bond but one that included romance and sex. We had crossed so many taboo boundaries and I knew that it was right for both of us and that things could only get better.
I knew we’d look back at this night in the future and wonder why we were ever scared in the first place. This night marked the beginning of a new, more equal relationship between us as lovers, no matter what might happen in the future.
My ultimate fantasy had finally come true.
