Connor:
I slept like a rock throughout the night, blissfully rested. I couldn’t stop thinking and dreaming of dad’s words. “Something bigger.” I felt that itch inside me, burning like crazy now. Last night it was scratched, but it almost seemed to only make it worse now.
As I woke up, I checked my phone to see a message from dad.
“Hey sport, figured I’d let you sleep in. Had to run a few errands. Gym when I get back?” He texted. I responded eagerly agreeing, I wanted nothing more than to spend my time with him.
Getting out of bed, I stretched, feeling my muscles flex and contract under my smooth skin. Still not even a peach fuzz had grown back on me as I admired my body. In front of my mirror, I admired my smooth, tight, bubble butt. I reached back and played with my bright round cheeks, making them bounce. I arched my back and bent over, examining my tight, puckered hole. Running one of my digits over its sensitive nerves, and imagining what it’d look like with my dad thick cock inside, stretching my anal ring around his colossal shaft.
Standing back up, I ran a hand over my perky, reddish, pink nipples that were sensitive to the touch. My hands rubbing my smooth pecs, then down my abs meeting at my tiny rock hard dick. I could’ve stroked myself right there, but needed to wait for dad. I put on a jock strap and a pair of shorts, heading down stairs to get a cup of coffee.
It was a little after noon by the time dad got home. His towering frame entered the door way, giving me that handsome smile when he saw me. A commanding lust in his eyes as he took in the sight of me. He had jeans on, as per usual, and his bulge was promptly displayed.
“Hey sport, how’s the morning?” He asked kicking off his boots and setting a brown paper bag on the table.
“Good, I slept like a rock. What’d you get?” I asked curiously.
“I did too,” he said with a wink. “And just a couple things I needed. You ready for the gym? I’m gonna go change quick.” He said as he grabbed the bag and headed up stairs. I put on a tank top and my shoes as dad came down in his shorts and a tank top as well. I could tell he wasn’t wearing any underwear from the vpl in his shorts. I couldn’t help but lick my lips, recalling the feeling of his thick cock stretching my throat.
As we entered the gym we started with some cardio, then decided to do some core exercises, something that I was able to actually have an upper hand on from my dad. At this point we’d worked up a pretty good sweat, panting on the mats of the gym floor. Dad started to do some stretching, so I decided to join him
“Damn boy, you’re like a rubber band.” Dad stated. I was on my hands and knees, my legs spread wide as I pushed my hips back, stretching my glutes. I watched dad bite his lip as he got behind me. I felt his rough hands on my hips as he guided my ass back into his pelvis. I could feel his huge cock against my ass. I looked up in the mirror, seeing his masculine body towering over me.
“That’s it sport, a little further back.” He guided “now arch that back. That’s it” he said. I knew he was loving this, I felt his hands at my waist band, as he played with my jock strap that started to peak out. I could feel his cock growing behind the fabric of his shorts.
“Mmm, dad.” I groaned. As much as we were teasing each other, it was quite the stretch. He guided me back up, then flipped me on my back. I could see his cock pushing against the fabric of shorts.
“Next stretch.” He said as he put my legs on his shoulders, then started sinking down, folding me like a pretzel. I could feel his thick wood against the crevice of my ass. The weight of his muscular body on top of me, pinning me down as we were face to face.
“You sure you can handle it, sport.” He whispered, teasing me.
“I know you can make me handle it.” I said to him, which caused him to get that dominant grin. He held my knees to my chest as he looked up in the mirror, to see his own hulking body dominating over me.
“Get your stuff, we’re going home, now.” He said commanding. I didn’t waste anytime making it to the locker room. Dad didn’t make any work at hiding the hard outline his cock made as we walked out of the gym.
The truck ride home was quick, his hand on my thigh the entire time. As we walked in, he put an arm around my chest and drove us against the wall. I could feel his still hard cock against my ass as the heat and weight of his solid body enveloped me.
“I’ve been dreaming about this pussy all, damn, day.” He said as I felt his other hand reach in my shorts and grope at my puckered hole. I couldn’t help but whimper a moan out as he did it. In a swift move he pulled my shorts down, letting them fall around my ankles. My jock strap clad ass on full display. His fingers roughly teasing at my virgin entrance.
He dropped to his knees behind me, I could feel his hot breath against my hole just before his wet tongue met my pucker.
“Ahhh, fuck dad.” I groaned, bucking my ass against his face as I braced the wall. He was grunting as his tongue was pushing into my entrance. The scratch of his beard was tickling me against my sensitive, smooth skin.
“Such a tight pussy, boy.” He grunted, working a finger into me as I let out a high pitched moan. “You want daddy to wreck this pussy?” He teased, finger fucking me.
“Yesss!” I moaned “please dad!” I begged. He stood up, his shorts to his knees as his thick cock head brushed against my entrance, causing a chill to go up my spine. I could feel his fat cock head in line to enter me. I braced the wall, not knowing how his enormous dick would fit in my virgin hole. Then suddenly, he stopped.
“Go up stairs to your room, and strip.” He hissed in my ear before letting me go. I quickly did as I was told, taking my clothes off as I made it to my room. I stripped what was left, and sat down on the edge of my bed.
It felt like forever waiting for dad, till finally he walked in. His nude body looked primed and ready. Towering and dominant as his hairy, muscled presence walked closer. His big hard cock bouncing with each step as he got closer to me till his precum slicked cock head touched my lips. He looked down at me, with nothing but a lustful intensity in his eyes.
“Suck it, son. Get it nice and wet.” He ordered as I felt the pressure of his cock pushing into my mouth. I willingly opened and sucked him into my throat as I looked up at his eyes, full of admiration. I felt my throat stretch around his flared cock head, as he drove deep, fucking my mouth.
He pulled his shaft out in a swift motion, his cock shining in front of me with my spit as I caught my breath. I began kissing and worshiping his thick shaft, licking my way to his balls then back before opening up for him again. While stroking his cock, I nursed on his big head, feeling his pulse on my tongue.
I felt his rough hand on the back of my head as he thrusted in, driving deep. It burned, how deep he was, and how stretched out my throat was. But I loved it. I brought my hands up, to his hairy muscular ass, trying to drive him in deeper. I could hear him grunting in pleasure as my throat gripped his cock. He pulled out completely, spit connecting my lips to his cock.
“Fuck boy.” He grunted, as he took hold of his cock and slapped me on the cheek with it.
“I love your cock dad.” I grunted, before kissing it again.
“I know you do sport.” He said, giving me a grin as he watched me worship him.
Jeff:
Connor was worshipping my cock like a pro, if he kept this up, I’d be nutting in no time. In a swift move I picked him up and tossed him on his bed. I instructed him to hold his legs, presenting that perfect virgin hole to me. I dove in, eating his ass again. His hole was tight and perfect. From this angle I was able to see the bliss on his face from with work my tongue was doing. His hard little dick twitched with every move my tongue made to his hole.
“Oh dad, fuck!” He groaned in bliss as my tongue pushed into him. I tongue fucked his hole good, making him nice and wet. I couldn’t help but grunt to myself as I ate him out. I stood up, my cock jutting out in front of me. I couldn’t help but push my fat cock head against his tight hole teasing him, and making him moan. I didn’t know how he was going to handle it, if he could handle it.
I leaned over grabbing the lube I ran out to grab this morning to make things easier. I squirted the cool slick liquid onto my fingers as I started massaging his hole with it. I sank two fingers into him with a swift move, I watched him throw his head back as he moaned. Roughly, I started finger fucking his hole, eventually working in a third. His hole was tight, but I was surprised how well he was taking it. Our eyes locked on each other as I could see the blissful expression on his face.
“Dad, I can’t take it any more. Fuck me.” He moaned looking at to me, pleading. That innocent look in his blue eyes. His cheeks flushed rose from lust.
“You sure, sport?” I asked and he eagerly shook his head. “Alright sport, get on all fours and…” I started
“No, like this dad. I want to see you when you fuck me.” He said, his eyes wild with lust. I couldn’t help but bite my lip, he was so eager. How could I not want to see him too.
“Okay, son.” I told him as I shifted him on the bed so we could both fit. A million thoughts raced through my mind. Was I really going to cross this barrier with my son, my own flesh and blood? I watched as my boy pulled his legs to his shoulders again, his hole proudly on full display for me. This was the same boy I raised. The same baby I held. This was wrong, but I couldn’t resist the forbidden lust we shared for each other.
My sweet son was all smiles as he watched me lather my cock with lube, it reflected nicely in the light with its slick sheen. I lay my fat cock head against his little dick, looking him in the eyes.
“You sure about this?” I asked, needing to make sure.
“Yes, dad. Fuck me, fuck your son. Make me yours.” He pleaded.
“This is gonna hurt, and if you need me to stop, I will. But I’m sure once you get used to it, it will feel really good, okay sport.” I said
“I know dad, I’m ready. Please.” He said looking into my eyes. I exhaled and got into position, lining my cock head with his hole. I teased at his entrance, slapping my cock at it a few times. As I did it, I watched his hole wink with anticipation. Then lining up again, I thrust forward a little, applying pressure. His virgin hole wouldn’t let me in as I slipped, thrusting against his little ball sack.
“Relax sport, just breathe.” I instructed him, as I realigned and thrusted again. This time my cock head started sinking its way in, as my son’s virgin hole blossomed for me. “Awwh fuck, that’s it son.” I grunted as my fat mushroomed cock head stretched his anal ring and entered him.
“Ahhhh, fuck.” Connor winced beneath me, his legs began trembling and I felt his hole spasming on my cock head. His hole squeezed tighter than anything I’d felt before.
“Easy sport, breathe. Daddies here, you got this.” I told him as he looked up at me, trying to control his breathing. I had to admit, the site of his ass hole stretched wide around my cock head was a site to see and only turned me on more.
“Okay dad.” He exhaled sharply, “keep going, don’t stop till you’re all the way in.” He said. I slowly started pushing more of my thick shaft into his tight hole. He was grunting in pain as he threw his head back. I started to slow my entrance when he said “Don’t stop dad”. I felt so conflicted. I looked down at his hole stretched to its limits around my girth as I kept sinking into him, inch by inch.
Finally I bottomed out as my entire massive cock was deep inside him. His anal cavity gripped me like nothing before. I could feel his insides fluttering as they rearranged around me. I lay my weight on top of him as we were face to face. I could feel his entire body trembling beneath me from the shock of my invasion.
“It’s okay son, daddies here. You’re doing so good.” I told him as I took his sweet face in my hands and kissed his forehead.
“Dad, you’re so fucking big.” He said, so much discomfort in his voice as his breathing was sharp. He had tears running down his rosey cheeks as he looked at me. I used my thumbs to wipe them away as I kissed his forehead once more.
“I know boy, I know. Do you want me to stop? I can pull out.” I asked, concerned.
“No, don’t! Just, just let me adjust, dad.” He told me.
“Okay sport, you let me know when you’re ready. I’m just gonna hold you, okay?” I said as I rubbed his arms and shoulders trying to comfort him. His body worked up a sweat, and it seemed like his insides would never stop quivering.
Eventually, his breathing steadied, and I felt his hole stop its constant spasms around my cock. He let go of his legs, wrapping his arms around my broad shoulders.
“Alright dad, fuck me.” He said with a tone like nothing I’d heard before.
“I’ll go easy, okay sport?” I told him as I slowly pulled out halfway, then drove back in. He let out a whimpered moan as I bottomed out again. I was slow and cautious, I didn’t want to hurt Connor anymore than he already was. I wanted his first time to be good and memorable. He deserved that.
As much as I know he was hurting, I’d never felt something so amazing on my cock. He was so tight, smooth, and warm. I had a slow, steady rhythm with my thrusts. His moans began to change, sounding more blissful.
“You doing okay sport?” I asked looking down at him.
“Ye-yeah, dad. You’re just so huge.” He managed to say between thrusts.
“I know son, does it feel okay?” I asked. If there was something I could do different, I wanted to.
“Kinda. I, I actually think you need to go a little faster, maybe.” He said. I picked up the speed of my thrusts, the bed under us begging to creak.
“Like that, sport?” I asked, he began letting out his whimpered moans again.
“Yeah, harder dad! Harder!” he moaned. I didn’t need to be told twice, his forbidden hole was incredible. I began deep dicking him hard. Nearly pulling out completely then ramming back into him like a piston.
“Yeah, fuck yeah. You like that, sport?” I grunted, beginning to work up a sweat. Connor was already sweating as his smooth skin showed off every muscle in his body. He was moaning uncontrollably beneath me as I fucked him hard, harder than any woman had allowed me to fuck them before. The bed creaked and the sounds of our bodies colliding filled his room.
“Fuck, fuck, oh, dad! Pound me, dad!” He whimpered under me as I felt his arms around my shoulder tighten. His finger nails digging gently against the skin of my muscular back. My face was in his as I fucked him with a passion. Our eyes locked in on one another and as we heavily breathed each others air. What ever doubts I had about doing this were gone. This was primal, and real. The through that my own son was pleasing the cock that made him drove me to a desire like none other I’d experienced before.
“Fuck son, you like that? You like your old mans big cock in your pussy?” I grunted, as I pounded him out with a vengeance. His smooth muscular yet soft body, against my bulky hairy body felt so right. Reminding me I was the man, I was the dominant one. As if he was made to be inferior to me. With his little dick that wasn’t meant for fucking, and his hole that gripped me like nothing else as I was pounding relentlessly. I made him, and he was made to be fucked, by me.
My mind raced with these thoughts as my deep grunts and his high pitched whimpers filled his room. “Oh fuck, dad” he moaned. His smooth hairless legs wrapped around me, resting against the top of my hairy, muscular glutes. I pulled him tight against me, his face going between my collar and jaw as my chin rested on his shoulder. Jack hammering my cock into his tunnel.
“My sweet baby boy, now my slutty son. My personal fuck toy.” I grunted into his ear.
“Fuck dad! Yes, oh god! I’m, I’m, I think I’m gonna cum!” He screamed out. I broke our embrace, leaning back to see his little dick, tinted red and angry, ready for release. I was about to make my boy cum hands free, and it drive me wild.
“Yeah, you gonna cum from my cock boy? That’s it, cum for daddy.” I teased and knew I had him right where he needed to be. I felt his insides spasming around my cock, as his whole body began to tremble. His little dick was twitching like crazy.
“Ahhhhhh, fuck! Dad!!” He screamed as his dick erupted and his hole clamped down on my thrusting cock. Watery jets of his warm cum shot out and onto his smooth body. It was as if each time I thrusted another rope shot out.
“That’s it boy, let it out. Fuck yeah” I groaned. I couldn’t believe how much he was cumming, but I could see it was easily the most intense orgasm he experienced in his life.
“Dad, it’s so… fucking… good.” He moaned, still cumming as I thrusted. “Breed me dad. Make me yours.” He whimpered looking at me, crazy with lust. I didn’t waist anytime, getting back into the position with my chin on his shoulder. He instinctively wrapped his arms back around me as I picked up the pace pounding him again. I could feel the wet stickiness of his cum between our bodies.
“You want this son? You want your dad’s cum deep inside you?” I grunted into his ear, feeling my balls beginning to tighten up.
“Breed me dad, cum in me. Make me yours.” He moaned again, with heavy breath.
“Ah fuck, Connor. Oh, fuck! I’m, I’m gonna…Fuck! Take it.” I grunted uncontrollably as I lost control. I felt my body shake as my cock throbbed and started pumping my cum deep into my boy. The same cum that made him was now being deposited deep inside him, flooding his guts. He was mine now, his pussy belonged to me. I could hear Connor whimpering beneath me as I held him tight. I could tell I was filling his insides to his limit, shooting a massive load.
“Oh dad. Fuck, I can feel all your cum in me.” I heard Connor moan. I was panting on top of him still, he was supporting my weight as I collapsed on top of him. “Fuck dad, I think you’re still shooting into me.” He added, astonished. I was, I could feel my cock still throbbing, as I rode out the most extraordinary orgasm of my life.
“Fuck, boy.” I grunted after finally catching my breath. I picked myself up off him to look my boy in the eyes. His sweet smile still on his face, and even though I’d just taken his virginity. Those perfect blue eyes of his still retained their innocence I loved so much.
“You fucked me good, dad.” He said with a slight chuckle. A big smile cracked across his face, looking at me with pure admiration.
“Had to make sure your first time was memorable.” I told him, smiling back.
“Oh, don’t worry, I will never forget this.” He said. I started getting up, pulling my cock from his abused hole, but Connor stopped me. “Wait! Can you just, stay in me a little longer?” He asked sweetly.
“Anything for you sport” I said as I pushed my hard, but spent cock back into him balls deep again. I leaned down, kissing his forehead as I felt his arms wrap bag around me in an embrace.
“I love you dad.” He said.
“I love you too sport.” I said back.
There was a linger on both our words. They were meant as a saying between a father and son, but they’re were delivered as words of lovers. Our hearts beating as one as we cuddled on that bed.
“So, how was that hands free orgasm?” I asked.
“Dad, that was wild. I’d never felt a sensation like that. It was like your dick was hitting spots inside me I didn’t know were there. Like I felt a heat inside me I hadn’t felt before, and in took over my entire body.” He explained.
“It was hot to see, sport. Guess, we have some more exploring to do, if you want.” I told him.
“I do, dad. I feel like, like I was made to be fucked. To well, be fucked by you.” He said and I couldn’t help but smile.
“As weird as it is, boy. I thought the same thing when we were fucking. It’s like, our connection and our energy…”
“It’s just perfectly matched to one another.” He said finishing my sentence. We just smiled at each other with a knowing look.
“Alright, sport. Let’s get up and assess the damage here. My cocks going soft.” I told him leaning back.
I began slowly pulling out of his hole, gently. More and more of my shaft coming to light till finally just my flared head was remaining inside him. “Mmm, fuck dad. That feels so weird.” Connor laughed.
I pulled but could feel his anal ring wanting to keep me in, till finally I passed and my entire cock was free. Some of my cum spewing out with it. “Fuck yeah boy, mmmh, daddy definitely claimed this pussy.” I told him admiring his hole. His once tight puckered hole was gone. His stretched out sphincter quivered as his hole gapped for me, a mess as some of my thick cum leaked from his opening. I couldn’t help but admire my work.
“Really dad?” Connor said excitedly. He was flexing his hole closed to a puffy pucker, then open again, making it wink. It caused more of my cum to push out of him. He reached down and let his finger find his new pussy where his virgin pucker once was. A mix of excitement and shock washed over his face.
I told him to stay put while I started a bath. The warm water would be good for his sore muscles. When I came back he was in the same position, but I noticed a big stream of cum running from his hole as it puddled on his bed. It was hot knowing I had cum that much inside him, and that I knew there was still even more in him.
Helping him up, he was shaking and wobbly, as he waddled with a limp out of the room. He was sore and I knew it. As we made it to the bathroom, I helped him in the tub then got in with him. We washed each other and then just lay there, cuddling in the warm bath water. His head rested on my hairy pec, as I let my arms drape around him.
“Dad.”
“Yeah sport?”
“Thank you. I… I’ve never felt so… complete.” He said. His word resonating with me. My son was my world, and I was his world to him. “I needed you, and I will always need you.” He added.
“And I’m always gonna be here sport. No matter what, you are mine. You’ll always be my son, forever and always. But, you also complete me, the same way I complete you.” I told him, snuggling him tight. These feelings we felt for each other were uncharted, and forbidden, but were strong, and real. We both felt them, and both craved each other.
After a while we both got out of the tub and dried off. I had gotten an ointment for Connor this morning too, to help with the soreness. His bed was a mess, so I told him he could sleep with me tonight. It was still early enough, so I grabbed us some leftovers and we ate dinner while watching a funny movie in bed.
This is where I felt it, that complete feeling. Someone I wanted to be around, and who wanted to be around me. To have fun and joke with, but also with the passion and lust we had. It scared me to feel this way about my own son.
The night grew late and Connor and I were both exhausted. That night I cuddled up to my boy, spooning him from behind. It felt right and comfortable holding him. Within minutes, he and I fell asleep in a cuddling embrace.
