Date: Mon, 18 May 2015 23:41:10 -0700
From: domdadtop@gmail.com
Subject: Dad, Devon and the Electric Dick

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Dad, Devon and the Electric Dick

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Dad, Devon and the Electric Dick

by

Bad Dad

I was exhausted after a hellish week at work, so when my wife started
humping up against my leg, I reached for her vibrator. I figured I could
get her off easy with that, because it was her favorite.

But, the damn thing was so greasy, it slipped out of my hand and shot under
the bed. She heard it clunk and roll, and said, "Come on, baby, just fuck
me quick with your big dick - I can't get to sleep and I need to get up
early for my shift."

Well, what man doesn't like it when someone begs for his 'big dick', huh?
She grabbed it and I got pretty damn hard. And, anyway, it's not like I
hadn't done the same to the old lady, over the years. Can't count the times
she wasn't in the mood, but she'd given it up for me anyway. We pretty much
had a rule about that:  Unless you were sick, or in mourning, "no" really
wasn't an option.

We were tight like that, she and I. We both loved sex, both dug each
other's bodies, and both understood that sometimes, a man (or a woman) has
got to do what they got to do. (Hell, I remember one time she was reading a
book, and I was all horned up - so, she just turned over, stuck her ass in
the air, and kept reading. Hot as hell, that was. Came like a dog while she
finished her chapter.)

Anyway, I got up behind her - yup, our favorite position - and was in deep
in a second. Damn.  Twenty-plus years and it still felt good. I started
going to work on her, and she's playing with herself, reaching back,
grabbing my balls, but for the life of me I couldn't stop thinking about
that damn vibrator.

I mean - we're responsible players, she and I. We clean our toys,
religiously, after every use. We get tested if we fuck around (which we do
- together and separately, all out in the open) and we take care of our
bodies. Like I said: we like sex. A lot. So neither of us wants to get an
infection, or give one to each other. Mostly because, well . . .we want to
keep fucking. We like fucking.

Who doesn't?

So, as I was doing her, pushing all the way in and pulling all the way out,
with her moaning and shit, I kept thinking, "How the hell did that vibrator
get all greasy?" We hardly ever used grease on it anyway, except if we were
doing some ass-play.

And, then, it hit me. It was the kid. Devon. Little fucker. Horny dude had
been shoving it up his ass - had to be - had probably gotten interrupted,
or something, and tossed it back in the drawer.

And, the more I thought about it, the more turned on I got. Fuck - images
of my son, legs up in the air, shoving a vibrator in his boy-hole . . . and
the next thing I know, she's cumming and I'm all hard as a rock, and really
getting into it, and what I'm thinking about is my kid, taking after his
mom, with a nice hungry butt-hole, and next thing I know, I'm blasting off,
pounding deep, and filling the old lady with more cum than I've shot in a
week.

I lay on top of her, eventually rolled off, cock still twitching.

"Jesus, daddy," she said. "Thought you were just along for the ride. That
was intense - just what your mommy needed."

"Yeah . . . well," I said, (thinking that the 'daddy' and 'mommy' talk had
suddenly taken on a whole new dimension), "What can I say, babe? You still
do it to me. You still got it."

I gave her a nice sweet kiss, my cock pulsing out a final drop of seed. She
flicked it off with her finger, stuck it in her mouth, and then cooed at
me, "So do you, daddy.  So do you." Then, she was asleep in about a minute
- probably less. But, I couldn't sleep. Hell, all I could think about was
Devon, and that young butthole of his that needed to be filled.

The next morning I was awake with the old lady, while she was getting ready
for work. But, I pretended to sleep, because I didn't want her to worry
that she'd woke me up after a long week.

She didn't work much on Saturdays, because she had seniority. But, the
nurse gig paid time-and-a-half on weekends, and the money really helped,
since we were starting to plan for Devon's college. Plus, she knew Devon
and I liked to kick it every once in a while without her, so it was all
good.

After she'd left, I laid in bed. Morning hard, but trying to get that down.
Truth be told, I was a bit pissed off at the kid. It wasn't like we'd been
uptight around our house. We'd had "the talk" early, had encouraged
questions about sex, and weren't ashamed of our bodies. No hiding around
here. Hell, I even showed him my classic porn collection (straight, bi, gay
- because gay porn turns the old lady on), down in the basement, and told
him he could spend as much time down there as he wanted. If the door was
closed, we wouldn't bother him. (Yup, the old lady approved of that, too.
"That shit's better than what he'll get on the web," she'd said. But, we
didn't fool ourselves - we knew he was jerking off on line. What kid isn't,
these days?)

We'd even planned another talk - a more specific one about sexual health,
gay/straight& bi (which we both were, pretty much, depending on our moods),
how to be respectful of your partners, "no means no" - that kind of thing.
Mostly, though, we'd talked about opening the door up as wide as possible,
because we suspected he might be a little more gay than straight. Probably
a lot more.

The old lady - she was perceptive that way. Like I said, we were open with
our bodies, so it's not like the kid hadn't had a chance to catch either of
us in the nude. A lot. And, both of us got the sense that Devon was far
more interested in what his daddy was swinging, than what his mommy was.
Hell, both of us - now that we knew he was in that raging teen-age hormone
period - had talked about other stuff, too. As we had gotten more kinky in
our sex life, and helped each other uncover all that bullshit that our
families had dropped on us, we became more open to the idea of . . . you
know . . . letting the kid know he shouldn't be ashamed about getting
turned on by his mom (or dad) and . . . well, you know . . .

Shit like that. We'd talked about it, the two of us.

Mostly as really kinky fantasies, but after we'd cum, we had quiet
discussions about it, too, and even though we didn't talk about setting
something up with Devon explicitly, we agreed that if something came up,
we'd let it happen.

Love is love, in our view, and we loved that kid more than anything.
Would, die for him, if we had a chance.  So, why not, you know, show him
how much we loved him in other ways, if that came up? Who better to teach
him how to be a good lover, but the two people who loved him the most?

Yeah - I know that's controversial. But, it seemed right to us, so fuck off
with that shit, okay?

But, beyond all that - we did set boundaries. We told him, flat out, we
weren't gonna be the kind of parents that rifled through his room or
computer. If he stayed out of trouble, got decent enough grades and didn't
turn into a dick, we would respect his space, and expected him to respect
ours. In our family, privacy was a two-way street:  his and ours.

See, me and the wife - we both had parents that sucked, mostly, and were
hard-asses, and we weren't gonna visit that shit on our kid.  Fuck no.

But, anyway . . .

After I calmed down a bit and got my cock under control (barely), I figured
that the best thing to do was confront him. Wasn't going to let this hang
around in my skull all day, waiting for the old lady to get home. The only
thing, though - it was hard getting that image out of my head:  of my kid,
greasing up that vibrator, and fucking himself with it. It didn't confirm
my suspicions, but it was pretty decent circumstantial evidence. (I'm a
cop, by the way.  So, I got a thing for circumstantial evidence.)

After thinking about it some more, I pulled on the robe, grabbed the thing
from under the bed (still greasy, and now covered in fucking dustballs and
grit), and headed down the hall to his room. He slept with his door closed,
which we appreciated, because we could hear him beating off just about
every night. That's what had gotten us to talking about Devon in the first
place. Kind of flipped our switch, the thought of that young cock and cum
just down the hall. Hell - we'd been having great sex because of it, I'll
give the kid that. Kind of getting louder, recently, to give him a show -
fuel his fantasies, if you know what I mean.

I pushed open the door, walked into the dark room, and pulled back the
sheets. He was naked, like we slept, and the kid was hard as a rock.

"What the - fuck!" he cried, grabbing at himself, covering it. Only got a
glimpse, but I was impressed, from what I could see - it was dark, though,
so who knows, right? Could be the light playing tricks.

"Get up, Devon.  We got to talk."

"Dad - damn - Jesus, what time is it?"

"Early.  Wake up.  Or, I'll go get a bucket of water and wake you up good."

"What's wrong - jeez -"

He started to get out of bed to get clothes on, but I pushed him back.

"No - you're staying like that.  We're talking, now."

That got his attention. He tried to pull up the sheets, to cover himself,
but I ripped them back. For some reason, I wanted him naked.  I don't think
it was a twisted impulse.  Mostly I was just pissed and it seemed that
keeping him naked was the point. Folks have privacy. When you invade that
privacy, it's like you've been violated. Like you feel naked.

"Dad, I -"

"What's this?" I pulled out the vibrator, and held it out to him. He turned
red, then looked down.

"Dad, gross - I don't know!"

"Boy - don't even go there with me. You got one chance or you're in real
trouble, and you're in pretty deep shit right now. But, tell you what -
I'll throw you a lifeline, first, cuz I'm nice like that."

I pulled his desk chair around, and put it in the middle of the room, then
sat on it, legs spread.

"See, this here's your mom's vibrator, kid. And, your mom and I - well, we
take care of our toys, so it's not like us to leave it all covered in
Vaseline and . . . " I put it under my nose, and sniffed it.  "Ass juice.
Smells like ass juice to me."

And, fuck, right then my cock started to get heavy. I tried to stay focused.

"So, one more chance.  Can I get an explanation, Devon?"

He was about to cry, which sucked, so I figured I'd have to move quickly to
counter that. But, still, I needed the admission.

"I'm sorry.  Fuck - I'm sorry dad. Mom came home early yesterday and I was
gonna clean it today and . . . "

I stood up, tossing it on the bed. Then I pulled his chin up. Yup. Tears.

"Kid - Devon - look, dude. I don't care what you do, or what you put where.
Seriously. You have got to understand that - your mom and I already told
you that, and I'm telling you again, right now. We don't care what you get
into. But, this is her vibrator, bro. Speaking man to man. This is for her
hole, not yours. We asked you to stay out of our shit, and we stay out of
yours. Hell - you want me to toss this room right now, Dev? Cuz, that's
what it feels like you did to ours, okay?"

"No sir.  I just - I'm . . ."

I sat back down.

"Wipe your face.  Let's talk."

He did.

"Look, maybe this is our fault. We've been planning another talk, because
there's more we want you to know about sex and stuff - like, you know, how
to take care of your sex toys, for instance. But, more than that, too.
STD's and testing and protection and kink and a lot more. It's important
stuff. And, we know you're at that age. Probably hard all the time, huh?"

That made him smile, a bit.

"Nearly.  It's like - it's kind of out of control."

"Uh, huh. Been there, done that." He looked up at me, for the first time.
But, his hands still covered his dick.

"So, look - you got allowance money, and hell, we'll chip in. We'll take
you down to the sex-toy shop and buy one for you. Though, you may have to
replace your mom's first."

That was a joke, and I thought it would make him laugh, but all I got was
panic.

"Dad - don't tell her, please -"

"Kid - I have to tell her.  This is her vibrator, you dickwad."

He blushed, really red.

"Look, don't worry, Devon. You're mom's a freak. Hell, she'll probably just
make you wash it and then get off thinking of it inside your butt."

"Gross.  Dad!"

"Nothing wrong with it," I said, pausing. Trying to figure out the next
tack.  Unfortunately, I took the wrong one. "So, you like stuff up your
ass, huh, Devon?"

"Dad - seriously - can we not -"

"Sorry, just curious."  There was a long pause.  He still covered his cock
and it looked like what I just said had made it retreat - shrink up, really
quick - because of embarrassment, or shame, or some shit like that. This
only served to confirm my suspicions. But, I really didn't want to walk
away from this conversation with him feeling ashamed. At the same time, I
wanted to teach a damn lesson. And in dark recesses of my brain, I was also
trying to figure out a way to show him that he might have more options
around this house, other than his mom's vibrator.

While I was thinking of this, he said, "Are you gonna punish me?"

"Yup - I expect so. Don't know how, because I have to talk to your mom -
and don't give me grief about that. This was your decision, kid, not ours.
You could have come to us. We told you to come to either of us, about
anything having to do with sex. So, yeah, we're gonna punish you.  Probably
spank your ass, and ground you, too."

"Dad.  I'm too old for spanking."

"Really?  I didn't get that memo." I rose, and he flinched. "Calm down,
kid, not gonna do it now.  I keep telling you - me and your mom are going
to talk first, but you need to know, Devon:  you are not too old for
spanking, and you probably shouldn't have told me you were."

Not sure what it was - the fact that I was standing, the tone of my voice,
the thought of being spanked, maybe my robe falling open just a bit - but
whatever it was, it caused a reaction in him, and so, I started to get an
idea.

I mean - I knew I could drop it, right here, and then go on with the day.
But, I didn't want to drop it. I wanted to find out what made the kid tick.
Wanted to - you know - uncover more than just circumstantial evidence.  So,
I kept going.

"The question is, though, what do we do right now? Because I'm pretty
pissed off, your mom would be, too, and she'd want to address this if she
were standing here with me."

Not sure where I got the idea from.

Oh, fuck it - I know where. One night a few weeks ago the wife and I were
getting freaky, and she was going crazy with the vibrator. That made me a
little jealous, so I got the idea to strap it on my cock. Fuck, the minute
I tied on the first piece of leather, she was drooling, and pretty soon, I
was inside her, damn thing strapped on me good and tight, which made my
cock even bigger and harder, and pretty soon I'm fucking her like crazy,
with a vibrator strapped to my cock, and it popped her head off. Then it
popped my head off. After twenty years, you think you'll run out of freaky
shit to do with one another, but somehow we don't. You just got to be open
to possibilities, whenever they present themselves, so . . . .

I picked up the vibrator and wiped it off, and then I picked up one of his
jack-boots, which we let him wear. He'd gotten a bit Goth lately, but we
were cool with it. The boots made him look like the gay skinheads I used to
fucked while I was stationed in Germany. Hell, the boots kind of turned me
on and I told my wife that. Brought back memories. (Like I said, I'm a
kinky fucker. You should see the shit I do with my uniform on. Handcuffs.
Baton. . . . Gun.)

So, the next thing you know he's getting all wide-eyed, and by now I don't
give a fuck, because I've officially crossed the line, and my cock is
starting to tent out under the robe, and he's looking at it, but trying not
to look, and then looking up at me and looking at the vibrator and I say:
"Lay back."

"Dad," he goes, all like . . . what are you doing, with the sound of his
voice?

So, I say, again, louder, and firmer, "Lay back, Devon.  Don't make me make
you." Like I said, I'm a cop, so he knows I'm not fucking around, even
though I've never laid a hand on the kid, other than a few spankings, which
his mom supervised, and approved of.

So, he does, and he's still hiding himself, but it's hard now, and he can't
hide it that much because, damn, the kid has a nice piece. Real nice piece
for a kid his age.

"Move your hands."  He just lies there.

"Devon. Listen to me. You fucked up. You know you did. I'm not gonna wait
all day for your mom to get home to punish you, so something's gonna happen
right now. Hell, kid, I was going to use this on her last night, but I
couldn't, because it was all greasy and covered with your ass-juice, and
Devon . . . that is just fucked up."

He's looking at me, real scared, because I've got my cop thing going, which
he's seen enough times to know is serious. So, I say, one more time: "Move
your hands, Devon." And, he does.

And, I look at it. And, it's twitching.

And, it's shaved.

Now, I'm not a dick-dude, really. When I fuck around with guys it's mouths
and asses I get into, but there's something about looking at your own son's
cock, and seeing it all big, and thinking how big it will get eventually,
and you just get this huge rush of pride, so I let him see that, because I
was proud. I was proud of his piece. I knew I was responsible for that big
kid-dick and I'm thinking - I did a good job.

So, I told him.

"Damn, Devon. Nice dick. Nearly as big as I was at your age, and I've got a
really big dick, so you got something to look forward to. Good job, kid.
You can be proud of that cock. Seriously proud."

And, the kid glowed. Hell the thing started bobbing, too, and there was
pre-cum dripping out.  Very hot.

"Really, Dad?" he asks, all stupid, and I nod. "Is it really as big as
yours was?"

"Think so, kid.  Pretty sure of it, from what I remember. So, how come you
shave it, Devon?"

And, then I grab it, and start lacing the vibrator on his cock, and he was
like, "Dad - what, wait - oh, fuck, Dad -"

"I asked you a question, Devon.  Why do you shave it?"

And, I'm really intent on my work, because this is the kind of thing I'm
good at - get into kinky stuff like this, as I said, and I want to make
sure it's on nice and tight. So, very carefully, with two of the bootlaces,
I'm braiding it up his cock, which is as hard as a rock, and I can tell the
poor kid is probably close as hell, but I keep focusing on my work, and all
I can hear is "Dad . . . oh, God, Dad . . . fuck. . . "

And, so I say again, really deep and authoritative, "I asked you a
question, Devon, so I expect an answer. I'm your father. Answer me."

And, then I pull it nice and tight, and he jumps a little, and then it's
done, and I stand up, and I'm rock hard now, and it's pushing out from the
robe, but I'm not showing it full on to him yet, but the kid can't take his
eyes off the tent.

So, I'm looking at him with his cock bouncing, and I'm standing over him,
with my cock tenting out, and I say, getting just a little pissed now,
"Devon - why do you shave it?"

"Because . . . " he whispers, all hoarse and excited. "I like it. I like it
. . shaved. It feels good - it makes it look . . . bigger."

And, I grin at him, really nice, but also so turned on. "It's hot, kid." I
reach down and touch his groin, and rub it, and I can tell he's been using
lotion on it, because it's soft, and he moans, really quiet like.

"Your mom shaves herself, too. Guess it runs in the family. One side,
anyway."

Then, real quick, I switch the thing on and stand back up, over him, and I
swear the kid's about to come, he's quivering and can't take his eyes off
the really big stick poking up under my robe.

And, then I say: "You're gonna wear this all day, Devon. Until your mom
comes home or the batteries run out, whichever comes first, but we just
changed the batteries, so . . . best way to teach you a lesson, understood?"

The kid just lies there, barely breathing. "Understood, Devon?"

"Yes, Dad."

"Good. And just to be clear, the lesson is this:  you stay out of our shit,
and we stay out of yours. And, here?s the other lesson: if you want a toy
to shove up your ass, then you come to me or your mom, and we'll get one
for you, and maybe even show you how to use it - and take care of it, too,
the way you're supposed to."

Then there's this big pause and by then I'm long gone, because suddenly,
Saturday alone with Devon is starting to take on a whole new dimension. My
cock is jumping a bit and my throat is all hoarse, and after a while, I
say, "It's a really a nice cock, son. I'm very proud of it. Of you, too . .
. except when you fuck up and all."

"Sorry, dad," he whispers.

?Apology accepted.?

And, then I sit down.

"But, nice cock." The air is so heavy and electric. I let it be that way.
Liking it. I got all day with the kid, know this is pretty heavy territory,
so I'm taking my time.

So, I say, "Show it to me, Dev. Let me see what you got."

"Dad - how -"

"Just show me, Dev. Just you and me here, son, both men. Show it to me.
Come on."

And, I see something click, in the kid. Like - I don't know - something.
Something I'd seen in the military, too, when a Private would just figure
it was okay to show me how much he wanted my cock, and in my head I'm
thinking - yup. He's gay. Me and the old lady was right. He's been more
interested in me than her, and I've caught him checking out my dick plenty
of times, but mostly I thought he was just curious. Except, I play those
times back in my head now, and I see this click he just does, and I think:
"Yeah. He's figuring it out. Scared as shit, but figures this is as good a
chance as any to get at my piece - hell, he's been fucking himself with his
mom's dildo and you can't really be doing that, in my opinion, without
thinking about the real thing.

So . . . he does.

He puts on a show. It's all tentative, at first, but then he gets bolder,
and periodically, I'm whispering, "Yeah, Dev, show it to your dad. Stick it
out there." And so he grabs at it, and the base of the vibrator is bunching
up his balls, which are also shaved, and you can see he's so close, but the
kid's holding back, and all the while, that damn thing is buzzing, which
normally drives me a little crazy, but it's so fucking hot now. He's kind
of cute, too - poor kid is a little clumsy, figuring out how to show
himself off in a sexual way, but that just makes it more erotic, and ?
weird, I know ? but I?m just loving on him, as he finds his way. It was
nice and sweet. Even though I?m about to lose it and shoot all over the
place.

Then, he leans back, and it sticks straight up, and I've got my arms
crossed on my chest, and I'm just giving him my best, encouraging smile,
but not hiding my lust, either. He's a skinny kid - going through a huge
growth phase and he can't keep a pound on him, but between you and me: that
turns me the fuck on. Like I said, I'm bi - mostly fuck around with women -
but learned early on that a gay guy who wants your cock is some of the best
sex you can get, and the ones that really turned me on were the smaller
guys - the guys that you could tell were just kind of overwhelmed with your
big dick and big muscles and big ass and all of your hair, so Dev's really
got me going and for the first time, I'm really seeing him as a sexual
person, and it's pretty clear he's vibing on me, totally, and fuck if it
wasn't all I could do to jump the kid.

But, I was pretty sure I was gonna get in him, by that point . . . all I
had to do was take my time, let things play out.

And, then the kid - damn - like he knows what I'm thinking; damn if he
doesn't get down on his hands and knees, a little submissive like, but also
like he's presenting himself to me, and he's been watching my tent under my
robe this whole time, but then he lets his head hang down and just stays
there. And, the vibrating sound is bouncing off the walls and I'm going out
of my head.

Which is when I decide to sit up, open up the robe, and let it fall away
from my body, so he can see all of me, and see me hard, for the first time
in his life. It's an impressive cock, nearly ten inches, and right now,
it's sticking straight up and hard as a rock. Dev is glued to it. He's
officially crossed the line, too, and a little drool falls out of his mouth
and a groan, too - so sweet ? and fuck, if I don't figure out he's gonna
shoot without touching himself.

"It's alright, Dev - just let it go. Show it to me, Devvy. Daddy wants to
see you cum, baby - so, do it. Shoot it. Shoot it for your old man." I flex
my big dick up and down and his eyes are all glazed over looking at it, and
he moans a few times - false starts, I think, because he's not touching
himself - and then, right when I think I'm gonna have to lean over and give
the poor kid a hand, it just boils out, shooting all over the bed.

Nice load, for a kid, spurting and pumping, and my cock is dripping now,
I'm so turned on, having just watched my son shoot a nice load, fuck that
was hot. Like, I'm responsible for that cum, and making him cum. My cock's
throbbing, too, balls boiling, so after he's done, I stand up slowly, and
pat his head, dick grazing his arm just a little. I just rub his head,
tenderly, and say, "Good boy. Nice big load for your Dad. That was so hot,
Dev. Really hot. Loved seeing that. So important for your father to see
that. I love you, kid. Really do."

But, then he pulls back a little and hangs his head down, so I back off,
trying to think clearly, which ain't easy, given how turned on I am.

His cock has retracted a bit, but is obviously still hard, and I realize,
if the kid's gay, this is probably where he'll start to freak out, feel all
ashamed and shit, and I really don't want that, so I say, "You know, Dev,
vibrators are fun and all, but there's nothing like the real thing. I can
attest to that, personally. I've played with a few dicks in my day."

And he looks up at me, with those big eyes of his, really surprised, trying
to process that, and I keep going, "So, if you ever want to play with the
real thing, all you got to do is ask. I'm serious, son. Just talk to me,
because I'd be more than happy to let you play with mine. Really would like
that, Dev."

And I flex it a bit, and he's looking at it again. Can't really tell what's
going through his head, but I can tell he can't keep his eyes off my cock.

"Do you want to, Dev? Play with it?"

And, he says, "Dad - I just came and - I'm  . . ."

So, then I reach over and pick up his chin, real tender, and I squat down
to his level and then talk to him, man to man.

"Listen, Devon - it's time for your next lesson. A real important one. When
you're with someone, and you get off first, but they haven't, it's really,
really important that you stay focused, because they're probably just as
turned on as you are, or even more, and there's nothing worse than being
with someone who shuts down after they've gotten their nut, and you
haven't. It's not how you be a good lover."

And he's looking at me, and I can tell his head's just going a mile a
minute and what I want him to do is stop thinking so much, and just go with
the flow.

So, then I get up, because there's no way I'm not going to get my nut, and
I kind of present it to him, not right in his face, but close. And, I take
it in my hand and start stroking it, real slow, and there's a big drip of
pre-cum drooling off the end of it, and the kid is pretty mesmerized, by
now, and I can see his lizard brain kicking in, so that he's not thinking
so much any more, but starting to focus on what I just told him.

"Devon, buddy - there's no way I'm not getting off right now. I'm real
turned on, son, so I'm gonna beat off, and since I got to watch you cum,
I'd really like you to watch me cum . . . but if you want to play with it,
you can, because I'd like that even more, or . . . ."

And, I just let that comment sit there, in the air, while I'm stroking my
cock, legs spread, buck naked, like he is, and my balls swinging nice and
easy.

And a few seconds after that, he reaches up and puts his hand around it, so
I take mine away.

"God, Dad, it's so big."

"I know, son.  I got lucky that way."

"It feels . . . God, it feels good."

"It feels good to me, too.  What you're doing feels nice." And I groan a
bit, mostly for show, but not entirely, because I'm so fucking turned on
right now. I look down at him, and he's just stroking it, slow, like I was,
and studying it, because the light has come up and he can see it real good
now. Then he looks up at me, eyes all hungry, and I get it. I know what he
wants, and I want it, too.

"You ever sucked a cock, buddy?  It's okay if you have - you can tell me."

"No, sir.  I haven't."

"Ever think about it? Seriously, Devon, it's okay if you have."

"Yes," he kind of croaks, eyes getting a little wet. So, I rub his head a
little, and brush his cheek with my other hand, trying to tell him it's
okay that he's been thinking about sucking cocks. That I don't mind - that
I think it's normal.

Then I figure it's time for the big ask.

"You ever think about sucking my cock, baby boy?"

And, there's no hesitation now at all. He jumps on the question, but real
quiet and whisper-like.

"Yes, sir. A lot. I think about your cock a lot, dad."

"Well, baby. Now's your chance. If you want to suck it, you can. I'd like
that. I'd like that a lot, Dev."

And there's just this slight bit of hesitation, so I push it up a bit, and
then he just lowers his mouth, sticks out his tongue, and the next thing I
know the head is inside of him, and he's sucking it. Not hard at first,
real tentative, but once he gets a taste, his body shakes and he groans,
kind of animal-like, and I grab his hair, pretty firm, but gently still,
and he starts it suck harder, make love to it, and I can tell, in that
moment, that the kid is living his dream.

I want to give him pointers, but now's not the time, so I let him go for a
while. But, slowly, he starts reading me, feeling the strength of my arms,
and the pressure of my hand against his head, and begins to give in, begins
to let me take control a bit, so I push in deeper, and he really moans, and
it makes my cock vibrate, and then he scoots up on the bed, grips the thing
low on the shaft, grabs my balls with his other hand, and opens up to me.

I can tell - in that moment - that the kid is a natural. Born for this, the
way he moves into it, giving himself to me and focusing all of his
attention on his dad's dick. And, I still take it easy, kind of, but push
deeper, and he knows I want to go real deep, so he tries, and I try, but
he's a novice, and he chokes it up a bit, and I pull back.

"Breathe, Dev. Just breathe. Relax. You may not get it all right now, but
we got plenty of time. Daddy's gonna teach you how to take care of his
cock."

And, that puts him over the edge, so he tries again, and I push in, and
damn if he doesn't get it halfway down his throat, and keeps it there, for
a second, eyes bulging, ass twitchin in the air, making really slutty,
full-on cock-hound sounds, but then he spits it back up and out, coughs a
little, and I let it slime all over his face. Tears are coming down his
cheeks, and he's looking up at me like a puppy, all worried and shit, so I
say, "Fucking great job, son. Really fucking good. You almost took it all,
on the first try.?

And his face just gleams, and he goes, "Uhhhhhhnnnn."

And, I get it.

"You want it all down there, don't you, Dev?"

And he just nods, and opens his mouth, so I go one last try, and I get it
deeper than I think, but before he has a chance to choke, I pull out and
grab his head.

"Jerk on it, son. Jerk it and suck on what you can take - make me feel
good."

And that's all it takes. The kid just needs direction, so he goes for it,
and now that he doesn't have to worry about choking, the little fucker is
as focused as any cocksucker I've ever seen.

It's coming. I can feel it. So fucking turned on, my cocksucker son going
crazy on my dick, so I growl.  "Your next lesson is about cum-eating,
Devon. Be ready for the cum, and make sure to take it all - you should
never waste a drop of seed, especially from your dad. Understood?"

And, he just nods, real fast, and pushes his ass back and opens his mouth
as wide as possible, giving me the perfect angle, being a good boy, taking
direction, so I start fucking his mouth, being sure not to go too deep in
his throat, and he's sucking like his life depended on it.

"Get ready, Dev. Daddy's gonna shoot his first load in you - you're gonna
make your dad cum."

And he groans like a whore, kind of, and I can't hold back, and he feels it
getting really big, which only spurs him on more, and then I'm pumping in
my son's mouth, just cumming like a mother fucker, and I let loose this big
loud fucking moan, shouting, nearly, and he's whimpering, and sucking and
swallowing and then the kid does something I don't expect, he just pushes
down on it, like he's possessed, and the next thing I know his face in
smashed into my groin, and I figure the best thing to do is clamp down on
him, so he's more focused on me than his throat, so I grab his head and I
just pump my cock into him and damn if he didn't learn, right there, how to
control his gag reflex, because he throws his skinny arms around my big ass
and holds on like he's a starving man, and so I fuck it down his throat,
growling and filling his belly with as much sperm as I can shoot, figuring
this is his first time, so I better make it memorable.

After longer than I expected, I can feel him start to tense, so I yank back
his head and rip it out, and it jumps up in the air, paints his face with
one last shot, while he's gasping and twitching and pretty much having a
religious conversion, right there on the spot. So, I snatch him up by the
hair, and grab his thin body with my other arm, and pull him into me,
smashing my cock against his - which is hard as a rock and still strapped
to that fucking vibrator - and then I lick my own sperm off of his face,
and shove my tongue down his throat, and he just melts into me, grabbing
me, letting me fuck his cum-covered mouth with my tongue and I growl and he
moans and fuck if it's the best sex I've had in a long time, and the best
gay sex I've ever had, and I just can't wait to have the old lady watching
us get off like this. She'll be wet and cumming along with us, I know that
for a fact, given how much she gets off on watching men fuck around with
each other.

We stay like that for a long time - me holding him and my son just melting
into me, heaving and shaking, the vibrator still buzzing, and I'm barely
going soft at all, but at least I can think clearer, and I figure this is a
pretty big moment for my kid, so I better be present for him and let him
feel how much I love him. So, I kiss him a few times on the head, and
caress him, and rub my hands down his back, and the lower I get, the more
he's twitching, but a keep it real slow for a while.

Finally, I'm about to say something and I hear this whisper, "God, that was
hot."

"Yeah, Dev. Yeah, that was very hot."

"Was it - did I . . . "

"You did real good, son. So fucking good. Made me feel so good. Can't tell
you how much."

And, he just grabs me real tight, and I hear him whisper some more, "Thank
you, dad. Thank you so much."

"You're welcome, son.  And thank you, kid.  You're the one that did all the
work." And, I just pat his butt, like he'd made a touchdown or something,
which, when you think about it, he kind of did.

And we stay that way for a second, but then I feel him start grinding a
little, then pushing his ass back on my hand, all tentative and kind of
cute, like he doesn't really know what to do, and is worried it might be
over, but he's trying to tell me that he doesn't want it to be over.

So, I say, "Remember the lesson I just taught you?"

"Which one, dad?"

"The one about how once you get your nut, if your partner is still really
horny, you got to do what you can to keep it going?"

"Yeah."

"So - this is a pretty good example, isn't it?"

"Um . . . yeah.  I think so.  I - I see what you mean."

"Still pretty horned up, huh Dev?"

"Fuck yes, dad."  And, then he hugs me again, so hard, sticking his head in
my hairy pecs. "I do get it now, dad. I really do."

Then, he moves his head up, wraps his arms around my neck, and whispers in
my ear. "Because, I want - I really want more. Even though you just came so
hard, I want more, now. Real bad, dad. So - yeah - I understand. I get it."

And, then he lifts his head up, and looks me straight in the eye, his lips
nearly touching mine, and his breath all hot, and heavy, and I can see in
his eyes, that he's figured it out. Right there.

"Please, daddy . . . "

And, then he pushes his lips into mine, and the kid's just on fire, and he
understands - he knows that all he has to do is ask, and I'll give him what
he wants, just like he gave it to me. Because I want him to feel just as
good as he made me feel.

So I claw into his back, and lift him up off the floor, and he wraps his
legs around me and we make out like teenagers. And my cock is back up
again, pushing against his ass, and his cock is grinding against me,
vibrating like shit, and I grab his ass and start kneading it and that
drives him fucking crazy.

I reach down into his crack and I rub my fingers against it and damn, if
it's not a little greasy, like he was playing with it last night, so I
start rubbing it, and his hips start bucking and I figure this is a pretty
good time to fuck my son.

But, I know we got time, what with the old lady gone all day, so I turn off
my basest instincts, and pull him back from me. I'm so much stronger than
him, even though he's clutching me like a monkey, that he breaks his grip,
and then I just hold him out in front of me, our cocks swinging in the air.
I move him over to the bed and drop him. I know I've got this look on me
that tells him what's gonna happen next, and he's just sitting there, on
his knees, like some kind of feral wild-boy, looking at my cock, then
looking up at my eyes.

"Turn around, Devon."

And it's like he's in a trance, so he does, gets on his hands and knees,
and pushes his ass in the air.

I start playing with his greasy hole, and I push a finger in it, and he
moans, so I leave it there.

"It's all greasy, Dev.  Were you playing with it last night?"

"Yes, sir."

"Because the vibrator had gotten you all horny, so you had to stick your
fingers up in there again, before you went to bed?"

"Yes, sir.  Just like that."

"You play with it a lot?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Nice."

I push my finger deeper, and it gives, and he pushes his ass back, and
again I think to myself, "He's a natural."

"You had anything else up there, other than your fingers and the vibrator?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Like what?  You been fucked before? It's okay if you have." And, I push
another finger in. He moans.

"Just - just - no, I never been fucked before - just a cucumber, I tried
that once. And, the vibrator."

"You ever think of getting fucked, Dev?"

"Yes, Sir.  All the time." And, he pushes back on my fingers, like he's
making a point, and they go deep.  "Oh, God," he growls, beginning to let
loose, show himself to me, allow me to see how much he wants this.

"You think about me fucking you?"

"Yes Sir."

"A lot?"

"Um . . ." and he chokes back a little sob, so I put my hand on his back,
and he keeps going, "Every - every time I beat off I think about you, Dad.
Like - every time. Doing what we just did and . . ."

"And, me fucking you."

"Yes Sir."

"Putting my cock in you, opening you up, and sliding it in."

"Yes, Daddy."

"Shooting my load in you?"

"Oh, fuck, yes, Daddy.  I want that so much." By now his hips are moving
around, and it's getting really lewd, and I'm loving every minute of it.

"Where do you keep your lube, Devvy?"

"Bedside table."

So, I reach in, and grab the lube, and I start lubing up his hole really,
good, all the while I?m talking to him.

"So - it seems to me it's time to fuck you, Devvy, you been wanting it so
bad. Should have come to me earlier, kid, but we're here now. And, you can
ask me anytime, son - I'll fuck you as often as I can. Just need to tell
your mom, that's all. But, she'll be cool with it. We already talked about
it, pretty much."

"Ooooohhhh, fuck, dad."

I'd pretty much stuffed him with lube and fingers by now, and my cock was
as slick as it was going to get. So, I started sliding it up and down his
crack, and I confirm what I had already assumed.

"You shave this too, son?"

"Yes, sir."

"Why?"

"Cuz . . . "

"Tell me Devon - no more secrets, 'kay? Just tell your Father. You can tell
me anything."

"Cuz mom does. I saw her once, doing it - asked her. She said you liked it."

I push in a little, but not much - not going to enter him without coaching,
but I can't help myself.  So fucking hot that my kid shaved his hole
because his mom told him I liked it that way.

"So this is for me, Dev?"

"Yes, daddy."

"You shaved your pussy for your dad, huh, Dev?"

"Yes . . . do you - do you like it?"

"Fuck yeah. Love it. Love shaved pussy."

He just groans and starts bucking up and down on it, and I'm nearly losing
it, but totally focused at the same time, because no matter what, no matter
how long it takes, I'm getting in there, and I'm gonna take my son?s cherry.

"You know what else I love, Devon?"  I'm really rubbing it in his crack,
now, toying with it, teasing his pucker.

"Ooooh, God, what, daddy?"

"I love that you shaved it for me Devvy. That really turns me on, son.
Really fucking turns me on that my son shaved his pussy for me - his Dad."
And, I just let loose this really low growl, and he kind of joins me in it,
like we're connecting in an ancient ritual - sharing this deep taboo.  I
don't think I've ever done something so erotic - so kinked out - so
perverted, and it's hitting me at this really powerful and paternal and
primal level. And I just let it happen, let the power flow, let it take
over. A rite of passage. For both of us.

"I'm going to fuck you, Devon. We're not stopping until I get it all in
you, I want it so bad, now, knowing that you've been getting it ready for
me. Feel how hard that makes me?"

"Yesssss - "

"So, you need to listen to me, Devvy, real close, do what I say."

And, by now, I've got my cock in one hand, holding it real tight, and I'm
sliding it up and down his ass, and the kid has started to undulate his
hips, matching my motions. It's no longer clumsy, just really smooth and
sexy, and I see him begin to express his true nature, just let it out, and
it's so beautiful, and erotic, real hot, and slutty, too, in the best sense
of the word. So much like his mom.

I put my hand on the small of his back, and say, "That's so hot, Devon,
what you're doing, that's turning me on, so much." And, he just growls a
little, and keeps doing it. It's all I can do not to lose control, but if
this is a rite of passage, I know my role. And, I'm gonna step up.  ?But,
listen to me now.  Listen to me, son.?

He keeps moving his hips, but I can tell I have his attention.

"The first thing I want you to do, son, is breathe.  Nice and deep.  Just
focus and breathe. Breathe with me." So, I start breathing, real deep and
slow, and he matches me, and we just do that for a while, until I feel him
relax - his body and his mind and his soul.

"Real good, Dev.  Just like that.  Keep that up."  And he does, keeps
breathing, and moving his hips, up and down.

"Gonna ask you some questions now, son, and I want honest answers.  Just me
and you here, boy, just you and your father that loves you."

He shivers, a little, but keeps breathing, real deep, so I'm pretty sure
he's getting a little dizzy, which is alright, I figure, given what's
coming.

"Tell me what you did when you first put that vibrator in your hole, son."

He takes a deep breath, pushing his ass up, and stops moving, letting me
keep going, massaging his hole with the head of my cock, which has gotten
him all wet with dick lube.

His speech is clear. Answering me honestly. Following directions.

"I couldn't get it in, at first, dad. But, I wanted it so much, and so
finally I just pushed, real hard, and it went in, and it hurt, real bad at
first, but I held it there, and it took a while, but it started to feel
good, so I just moved it around a little . . . and then it started to feel
. . . incredible, so I started fucking myself with it and then I came."

And, after he said that, he splayed out his legs, even more. Fuck, the
kid's a cock-hound - I can tell - just displaying himself like that,
showing his hole that he knows needs to be filled. I'm so proud of him,
which I know sounds weird, but it takes a lot of courage to find your
center, and the kid was finding his, and it made me love him all the more.

"Keep breathing," I said, and he does. "That's what's gonna happen here,
Dev, soon.  I'm gonna start pushing, and there's gonna be resistance, and
then I'll have to push harder, maybe real hard because my cock is so thick,
and then it's going in. And, it will hurt. But I'm here, son. Right here.
And I'll hold it, so you can get used to it. Understood?"

"Yes, sir." I'm stroking his back now, with both hands. I've stopped
moving, just keeping the head of my cock up against his hole, nice and
steady, and I feel it start to twitch, and his whole lower body is still
humming, because of the vibrator, which makes it even more fucking erotic.

"I'm big, Dev, really big, so I'm not gonna lie to you. It'll hurt. Maybe a
lot. More than the vibrator did, probably. But, it will get better. Just
like the vibrator did."

He just whimpers.  An unnatural sound to hear, since it's coming from my
son, and fuck it makes me want to slam into him. But, I don't - even though
I want to. Real bad.

"Next question: you been thinking of this, baby boy, this moment right
here?"

"Yes, Sir," he kind of spit-whispers out.

"A lot?"

"Yes, dad. Like I told you - every time I beat off. It's all I can think
about. Your cock is all I can think about, dad. Having it in me."

"Just wanted to make sure." I pause for a moment, pushing just a bit
harder, and he groans.

"Because, that's where your head needs to be, Dev, when I push in. How much
you been thinking about this big cock inside you. Your dad's big cock.
You're brain's stronger than your ass, son, and the same way you wanted
that vibrator in there, you got to want me in there. That's the best way to
deal with the pain. You got to want it like it's the only thing you've ever
wanted in your life."

"I do - I want it like that, dad.  So bad."

"The same way you wanted it just now - when you took it all the way down
your throat, all by yourself, without me forcing it in there. Not many
people can take a cock like this, Dev, like you did just now. Especially
their first time out."

I feel the pride just pouring off of his body, when I say that. So, I keep
stroking his back, nice and tender, but a little firmer, carressing his
pride, and I feel him pushing back now on it, just a little more.

"If you can take it all the way down your throat, you can take it all the
way up your shaved hole, Devon. So, remember that, when it gets in there,
stretches you out, and you start to think you can't take it. Because you
can."

"Yes, sir."

"The more you want it, the easier it's gonna be. How bad you want it, son?"

"So much, dad. I dream about it."

"Good, baby. Love, that, too. Makes me feel good - makes any man feel real
good to have his partner want him like that. That's the way your mom wants
me - why I love her so much."

He just gurgles.  He's lost, now, in his lust.

My voice gets all deep. The dirty talk is getting me as ready as him, but I
keep it going, because I've fucked cherry before, and my cock is pretty
fucking evil, size-wise, and even more evil when it comes to cherry.

"Say it, son. Tell me you can take it."

He throats it out: "I can take it, dad."

"Tell me how much you want my big dick inside you, Dev. Convince me."

And, I can see him think about this for a little. Nearly a minute.  Then,
he twists his head around, over his shoulder, and fixes me with this gaze I
don't even recognize - never seen this before in my kid, but it's there
now. Feral, like I said, chest heaving, because he hasn't stopped
breathing, like I told him to, face all red and sweaty.

"I want your big cock. All of it. I can take it, dad, I know I can. Please
give it to me. Put it all in me. I need it. Please, daddy, fuck me with
your big cock."

And, his tongue drops out of his open mouth, drool spilling out along with
it, and it's crude and obscene, and I can't believe I've gotten my son to
this place. My brain's screaming about how wrong this all is, but every
other part of my body knows that this is what we were born to do, he and I,
and I also realize, in this moment, that his unnatural hunger for my cock
is never gonna go away. After today it will only grow, and I see, in that
instant, that I'll be fucking him for the rest of our lives.

But, I want to push him further, fuel his need, stoke the flame so hot that
the pain will just be a minor impediment to his destiny.

I lean over just a bit, look him in the eye, and whisper to him, "Last
thing, Dev - listen to me - listen to your dad. When I start pushing in,
you'll know it, and what you need to do is bear down, like you're taking a
shit - cuz it will help.  Trust me, Dev.  Do you trust me?"

"Yes, Sir.  I do.  So much."

"Do you trust me to take your cherry, baby?"

"Yes, daddy, I do."

"Do you trust me to stick it all the way up inside you, turn your boy-hole
into a pussy, just like your mommy's got"

"Yes, please - please dad, make it a pussy. Please, oh please . . . "

Then I get all mean, just to spur him on, sticking my face in his, so he
can feel my hot breath.  My cock is pushing hard against his hole, but I?m
still holding back.

"Tell me what you want, boy.  Tell your daddy what you want more than
anything else in the world."

"I want a pussy, daddy.  I want a pussy, just like mom.  I want you to make
it into a pussy for your cock, sir."

"Get ready," I order, and when I do, I push his head down into the bed, so
he can get the best position possible. He just lets me. He's all mine, now
- to use any way I want.

Then, I pull up, grab his waist with my hands, and grip him. He's so tiny,
they nearly encircle his entire body. I hold him there, real firm, telling
him with my actions that it's happening, and he takes a real deep breath,
like I was going to tell him to do, and then pushes back, like a pro. My
cock is perfectly lodged against his hole, which has already started to
pucker around the head.

It's time.

"Now, son, bear down."

And, I begin to push, and I feel his body tense, and then his lips flare
out a little, and I keep pushing, and the head starts to go deeper, and
then I hit the muscle I've been expecting, and no matter how much I want to
pull back and go gentle on him, I know this is it, and anyway, I can't wait
any longer, so I pull him back, and drive harder.

"Push out son."  It's a command.  Cop voice.

And he does - he grunts, and the pucker pops open and I'm in, about three
inches, but damn it feels like I could have gone in to the balls.

He doesn't howl or anything, but his body lurches, and he makes this sound,
like a wounded animal, and I just say to him, real authoritative, "Breathe,
boy. Breathe.  Now."

And, he sucks in air, his hands clawing at the bed, kind of writhing to get
away from me, but also hips jerking, like he wants more - a battle within
him:  Fight or flight kicking in, at war with his true nature.

"Easy, boy - easy.  Try to relax.  Keep breathing."

And, he does, but I know it's hard on him.  His face has turned redder,
what I can see of it, and sweat's beading out everywhere, and I know he's
holding in an anguished cry, not letting it out, trying to be strong as
shit for his father. And I think about taking it out, but my own true
nature has asserted itself, so I just hold his waist, real, real tight,
muscles straining, and stay there.

"It's in, boy. What you been thinking about - it's there now." I say this
real strong, and loud, so it echoes around the room, trying to make him
stronger - give him something, anything - to focus on, other than the
cherry I just tore open in his ass.

A sound comes out, that wounded-animal sound, but he pulls it back, and
then more gasping, but calming, slowly.

"How long, Devon - how long have you been thinking about your Dad's big
cock inside you?"

"Ohhhh - god - so long.  So long." And, that comes out really loud, with a
huge sob.  It's that cry he's been holding back, that's what I hear when he
says it, and it seems that helps, to let that out, because the tension
shudders through him, his whole body shaking it out with the hurt. It
should have made me feel bad, to hear my son express so much pain in his
voice, but it didn't. It just turned me on even more. It made me want to go
deeper, keep opening him, keep stabbing the cherry until it was completely
destroyed.

And, it made me even more proud, that he was willing to go through this,
just to get what he wanted, so bad.

"So, you got it, kid. You got what you've been thinking about - dreaming
about."

"So big, Dad.  It's so big.  God it's big."

"I know. I know. Daddy's got a real big dick," I say, all cocky like. Can't
help myself. Always love it when a cherry moans about how big my cock is.
Fucking love that shit.

Then, I grab hold of the last remains of my old fatherhood, like I'm
coaching him again on the baseball team, except this time I'm coaching him
on cock-loving. "But, you can take it. I know you can. Just like you took
it down your throat. It's in you to do this, Dev. I know it."

And, those last words seem to quell the revolt inside him, magic words, it
seems, touching old memories, so he surrenders with this low, deep growl,
like a cat after a long feed, and I know we're home. His body goes limp,
relying on my strength, and I feel his hole relax, and I feel his
acceptance. And, his need, too. I feel him give himself over to it - to me
- and I sink in deeper.

Now I can let my own true self out, the kinked out dude with the big dick,
who can't get enough sex. The paternal-pervert that's loving this more than
any man should. So, I let that pervert out, grunting out words that show
how fucking much I love his tight cherry hole

"It feels so good, boy. So, good. So tight. And, hot in there. You're
making your father feel so damn good, son. And, I need to keep feeling that
way now - there's no going back for me, Devon," I say, in as clear a voice
as possible. "You understand that, right?"

"Yessssss," he hisses.  "Want to make you feel good, Daddy.  It's all I
want."

I let him hear a voice he's never heard, feel a side of me that I've never
shown to him.

"I'm gonna get it all the way in there, boy, and then I'm gonna fuck you
until I cum, fill you with my sperm. The same sperm that made you. Then I'm
probably gonna fuck you again.  Shit – I may just have to fuck this pussy
all day long, it feels so fucking good, son."

He just sobs some more, wanting it as bad as I want to give it to him.

So, I push deeper, and he grunts and twitches, but lets me do it, and I'm
halfway in.

Now there are no words. Just the burbling of cries and groans from him, and
my breathing, which is hoarse and raspy. The sweat is beading on his back,
and I'm starting to drip sweat, too, and I know he feels it, and I can tell
that these sensations are beyond anything he's imagined of this moment, so
I let him revel in it.

I pull back, and he moans again, and then I push back to where I was, just
letting him feel what it's like to get fucked by a man, and I do that again
and again, but the last time I pull out, I pause a bit to give him a
signal, and then drive real firmly beyond that point, pushing deeper,
opening him up, helping him to completely experience what it's like to lose
his cherry to an older, experienced lover.

And, the only response is need. More need. He's over the biggest hurdle,
and his body is coming back to life, hips moving, back arching, legs
splaying even more lewdly, so I pull back one more time, and figure - well,
I figure, it's time to go all the way home. Hadn't planned it that way -
was gonna be more gentle, but I can read cues pretty good, on the street
and in the bed, and the cue I got now was pretty clear. He wanted it all.

So, I gave it to him, I drove in, pretty hard - but not too hard, mostly
just relentless, like there was no stopping me, and I pushed beyond where
I'd been, to his deep depths, to his center, to the heart of his need. He
lurched, and I expected it, so I wrapped my big arms around him, and held
him as hard as I could, pushing the last inch, letting him know he was
mine, now, that I was in charge, and he moaned, like his mother does when I
reach that same place inside of her.

"Oh, god - oh, god, daddy, oh oh oh oh ohhhhhhh . . . "

And, I just stay there. Let him wrap around it, felt his heartbeat on my
cock, twitched it for him, just to let him get used to what it was like to
be filled by a big man's big dick. A big dad dick.

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh . . . "

I laid there, on top of him, not moving, except my cock pulsing. Fuck, he
was tight. Fuck it felt good. I let him hear how good it felt to me. Let
him feel my own shaking, my own body responses, holding him there, but
letting him know he was safe, too. That I wasn't gonna hurt him. Just let
him take his time. Get used to it.

"You got it, kid. All the way in, just like you been dreaming about. Fuck,
it feels good. So fucking good. I got your cherry now, son. Like you wanted
me to."

"Oh, Dad. Fuck, daddy. Thank you, daddy, thank you, thank you."

And then, I grab his hair - he keeps it too long for my tastes, but
suddenly I appreciate it - and I pull his head back, real powerful, and
he's figuring it out, now, how to be a responsive lover, so he twists his
head back and opens his mouth, and I'm in it, driving my tongue deep,
fucking his throat like I'm fucking his ass, and the kid pushes back on it,
gurgling and throaty, sucking spit down his throat, and I know I got him. I
know he's mine, now, but the important thing - the real important thing is
- he knows he's mine now, too.

While I'm kissing him, I pull out, and push back into him, just a couple of
inches, and he's responding to me - he's figuring it out.

So, I do it again, and this time he pulls his vibrating loins away from me,
perfectly matching my movement, because he wants to feel more of my cock,
which has never felt harder, never felt bigger. It's about three quarters
out now, and then I push into him and he pushes into me, and I just start
growling, and he growls back in my mouth, and we're off. On it. With it.
Doing it.

The next time I pull out to the head, then drive back in, but he's not
waiting for me. Now, he's pushing harder, urging me on, and so I go with
it, and push as deep as I can, and his whole body flexes, responding,
loving it.

"Ohhhh God . . . so good. So good. So full."

He's clawing at the bed now, humping, nearly out of control.

"Fuck, Dev - fuck you're good at this boy - "

And that only spurs him on, and pretty soon he's like his mom when she gets
into it, only it's so fucking tight, and his hole is twitching, and
massaging uncontrollably, and I figure I got to slow this down, or I'm
gonna pop, any minute. Cuz, this is his first time. Our first time. It
should last.  I need it to last, for both of us.

So, I pull up, and push down on his back, really hard, grinding him into
the bed, so he can barely breathe, and I hold him there.

"Slow down, boy. Breathe, kid. We got all day. This is your first time -
you're gonna make me shoot, but I want to really open you up, now, Devon.
Make it a pussy like you asked me to. Help you learn what that like. So,
you can't wait to get it again."

"Aaaaaaawwwwww. . . . daddy - " and suddenly I see him imaging more,
understanding he'll get more, as much as he wants, and it calms him. Like
he can let this linger, because it's not the last time, but the first of
many.

I stroke his back, and my dick keeps flexing.

"Stroke it, boy.  Make it feel good.  Learn how to use your hole," I tell
him. Command him.

And, he does. Just begins to suck on it with his hole, grip it, moving his
hips around in a slow circle. More noises emanate from him, more sounds
I've never heard, except a few times in the army when I knew I'd gotten
cherry. I let him go with it

"Yeah - that's it. Make dad's dick feel good. Just like that. Fucking
natural, kid. Born to this."

And he starts sobbing in this really primal way, like the deep secret is
out, and he knows it and I know it and I'm okay with it - love it, even -
and he can just let go.

The sobs get to me, so I bend back down, nuzzling his ear and cheek, and he
turns his head around and sticks out his tongue again. I taste the wet
salty fluid of his tears and kiss him, but he kisses me harder, and I'm
pushing back in him, making him feel me deep - a place that I'm claiming as
my own - where my seed will shoot, and where thick pools of fluid are
spurting now, wetting him, flowing deep inside my son.

Then the kid does something I don't expect. He twists his body - flexible
little fucker he is, barely any muscle, he's so skinny, and then he's on
his side, not letting go of my mouth or my cock, and he lifts his leg up,
giving me deeper access, so I push deeper, but he's not done.

I see where he's going. So, I lift up, scoop his one leg with my arm, throw
it over my shoulder, and dig up the other, helping him complete the flip,
so finally, fluidly, I'm over him. His body is bent, his legs are over my
shoulders and now - really - I am home.

I just stare at him, and he stares back, his hands running over my chests -
like this is how he always imagined it, and is taking it in: taking it all
in.

I let him. Let him explore my body, my pecs, my thick frame. Fucking
vibrator is still running, but he pulls me down on him, bending his body to
an impossible angle, and attacks my mouth. He's all fuck now. All give. All
entry. A boy becoming a man, and it's so incredible to be there for him in
this way. I start thrusting, because he's open now, and he just takes it,
bucking back when he can, but mostly giving himself totally to me.

I feel his fingers scraping my back, grabbing me as hard as he can. He's
sweating, his hair all wet, spit dribbling from his mouth, tears still
flowing. Then he breaks the kiss and dives into my pit, and I hear him
snorting in, deeply, smelling me. Got a nice funk on me from last night,
and no shower this morning, so it's natural - and it triggers something
more in him. I feel his legs spread wider, impossibly, and a guttural tone
in his throat.

"Fuck me like you fuck mom, daddy.  Fuck me like you do her.  Hard."

It's all I can do to not rape the kid right there. Fuck, I want to. Want to
pound him. Don't know how I resist it, the urge is so strong, but I back
off, push him back on the bed, catch my breath, steady myself. I'm looking
at him with my cop eyes, and he's looking at me with just pure fucking lust.

And, I hold on, somehow.

It's the vibrator. It's getting in the way, digging into me. It was a nice
way to start, but it's gotta to come off, now, if I'm gonna do him like
that.

For a second, I see worry on his face, like he's said something wrong, so I
put my hand on his small chest.

"Shhh - it's okay, Dev.  Just got to get this thing off of you now, okay.
Then - " and I give him a quick, hard jab, a little mean, which snaps his
head back, but also tells him, yeah, I can do that. Fuck him hard, like he
wants. And, I will

It was good for me to be able to focus on something else. I'd been getting
way too close, again, and if this is what my son wanted, I was going to
have to gather myself. Good for him, too, by the looks of it. His cock was
rock hard, swelling up - getting purple. The poor kid must have been in
pain. Either that, or focused on his hole - which is kind of how it should
be, I guess, when you got nearly ten inches of thick, stiff meat up there.

I relax a little, still hard as a rock, forcing my balls to calm down.

"How do you know how I fuck your mom, Devon?" I asked.

He didn't say anything, and I just kept working on the knots. The kid had
been leaking, and there was lube on my hands - so it wasn't an easy job.

"Go ahead, son.  Tell me.  No more secrets, remember.  I want to know."

He let out a breath.

"I hear you - sometimes. Like, when you get loud and things. At night. Or,
in the mornings."

"Uh, huh."  It was an invitation.

"Sometimes the bed banging - or, you know. Her. Moaning. And, you."

"Yeah. We really go at it sometimes." I twitched my cock up again, still
pretty deep inside of him, and he flinches.

"It turns me on. I like listening' - "  Then, he whispers. "Sometimes I
beat off to it."

"Hot, Dev. That's really hot. Kinky, too, kid."

He just lays there, so I say, "Nothing wrong with a little kink, Dev.
Nothing wrong with that at all.  Hell - your Ma and I - we're freaks. So,
nothing to worry about there."

The knots are finally loosening, but I'm taking my time. Liking this pause
in the action. Getting to know what makes the kid tick, down there - in his
groin. Ass. All of it.

He's still all whispery, like he's sharing a dirty secret.

"Sometimes I get out of bed, and go down the hall, so I can hear better.
Get as close as I can.  Never looked in, I swear, dad, but I get real
close. Play with myself. Cum really hard and stuff."

"What do you think about, Dev - when you're down there, on your knees,
listening to me and mom go at it?"

"Stuff . . . "

"No secrets, Dev," I say, kind of gruff, but smiling, and then push my cock
back in. His dick jumps, and now that it's nearly free, it pumps out a lot
of young-man spew. I'd turned the damn thing off so it's really quiet now,
while he tells me his secrets.

"You. I think about you, Dad. You doing that to me. Being on top of me, and
just doin' it to me, like you do it to mom." His ass clenches, even
tighter, and I got to give it to the kid: he's getting skills, fast.

I'm done now, but I put a really nasty smile on my face, so he can see it.
It's getting light, and I know he's been looking at me, soaking in the view
the way he never could before. While I untied his cock, he'd reached down
and started stroking my thighs, feeling me up, touching me real curious
like - taking it all in. All the things he's fantasized about for so long -
all real now, and he can't get enough.

"We're done with that," I said, tossing the vibrator to the other side of
his bed. "Punishment's over, for now, Dev. Time for reward. For your
honesty."

I reach for the lube and drip it on his cock.  Just want it nice and slick,
so when I start pounding him, it feels good against my belly - maybe makes
him shoot, get him used to cumming without his hands, with a man inside of
him.

"Things are gonna to be different now, Devon, between you and me and your
mom. We don't keep secrets from each other, either. You need to know that
I'm going to tell her I fucked you, that you wanted it - real bad - and
that you'll want it again. And, she's gonna want to talk to you, alone, one
on one. Ask you questions, too, like I have. So, you need to be honest with
her, like you were honest with me, just now."

I leaned into him, and over him, looking at him, deep.

"Sex is a beautiful gift. You shouldn't be ashamed of what you want. We're
not. We don't want you to be. At all. She'll want to be there the next time
I fuck you, too. Watch it. Participate.  Because you're just as much hers
as your mine - we love you both, equally."

He just looks at me, nodding. I can tell his head is spinning, but he
doesn't seem freaked out about it. He's just taking it all in.

"I never done it with a woman before, dad. Or, a man, either. A buddy of
mine - Sean - we sometimes play with each other's dicks, but not much else.
Nothing like this."

"I know - we figured. It will be good for you, Devon. Help you figure some
stuff out - not that you have to do that anytime soon. Follow your cock, I
say - or your hole, in this case." I push deeper, getting in to the balls.

"We don't care if you're gay or straight or bi, Dev. We just want you to be
happy. As happy as you can be. And learn about sex in a way no one taught
us. Okay, son?"

"Yes, Dad."

And, then I leaned down and kissed him, nice and sweet, snaking my tongue
in, tasting the fruit of my loins, taking him in. He kissed back, too, real
sweet.

"I love you, Dad. So much. Mom, too, but right now, I love you so much. I
can't really explain how I feel."

"Me neither.  But, I get it, Dev.  Understand, real deep.  Love you too,
son." And we kissed like that for a nice long while, but while we did, I
was moving, in and out of him. It was like he didn't even remember his
earlier fear, he gave himself so completely to me. I felt him rocking back
on it.

I was glad I'd taken the break - given myself time. But, my cock was
getting pretty pissed off, by this point. Balls especially so. Can't
remember the last time I'd been THIS turned on for THIS long. The love. The
taboo. How much the kid wanted it - more than we'd even expected. Just a
daddy's boy, he was, and really growing into the role.

I became more insistent, and he groaned a little. His legs had fallen to
either side of me when I untied his dick. So, I stopped, never taking my
eyes off of him, and lifted myself up. Then all slow and strong, like I get
when there's only one priority - fucking - I lifted my big arms under his
skinny legs, pushed each one over his shoulders, bent him nearly double,
and sank as deep as I could. He was so confined, he could barely move, but
I felt his body ripple at the deep dicking he'd just gotten.

"We knew you were listening to us, Devon. We wanted you to listen. We liked
it. I liked it.  Turned me the fuck on, kid, knowing you were listening to
me fuck your mom. Getting off on it."

His eyes got real wide then, knowing that we'd known all along, but then I
felt him do what I'd told him to do earlier on. Bear down. I felt him
strain, and I felt his lips push out, at the thick base of my cock, felt
some of my pre-cum that I'd been flowing into him ooze out, drip down my
balls. Fuck. So much like his mother.

So, yeah, I was gonna fuck the hell out of him - just like I did to her.
Like she loved it.

But, I had to get it from him - hear it from him - one more time. Face to
face. Make him be responsible for his choices - for what was about to come.

My rough, sweaty face hovered over his, my eyes boring into him.

"Now, Devon. You got to look me in the eye, kid, straight in the eye, and
you've got to tell me, again, what you want. No more whispers in my ear. No
more side-glances. Straight in the eye, boy. Tell me, son. What do you
want?"

"Dad . . ."

I said nothing. I just waited. It was his to ask, now. Not mine to
encourage or prompt.

"Daddy, please . . . I want you to fuck me. Like you do mom. I want you to
fuck me, hard. Like I hear in the hallway. I want to feel your balls
slapping against me, like I hear when I'm outside your door, fucking her as
hard as you can."

"You sure about this, Dev? Last chance. I'm not gonna stop, kid, once I get
started. Can't do that, once I let the beast out. You got to be sure."

"Yes, Sir. Please fuck me. Please, fuck me hard, daddy. Real hard."

And, I let go - inside. I know what happens to me when I do. The eyes kind
of darken - I get mean-looking, nostrils all flared. That's what the old
lady says, anyway. It's over now. It's not about the kid, but about me -
and, yeah, giving him what he wants. But, he asked for it.  And taking what
I want.  Because . . . he asked for it.

So, I pull out, and pump back in. I pull out farther, and pump back in.
It's easier now, but still tight as hell, and I'm just getting started.
He's taking it, but it's still cherry, and I can tell he's still getting
used to it, but I can also tell he's getting off on it - the invasion, the
impalement, the discomfort and pain that's turning into pleasure.

I want to make him feel it more.

I get into push-up position, grinding him down even tighter, and pump him
again. It's full strokes now, not even that fast, and I don't care if it
hurts him. My balls are slapping, and I'm deep-dicking him. I don't stop
staring at him but he's not my son any more. He's pussy, and sometimes
pussy just needs to be fucked. And, I'm looking at him that way, and I see
him get it - that he's pussy, and I also see that it turns him on even
more. And, I'm loving it. Fuck, I'm loving it and the kid's loving it.

He's breathing, all on his own, grabbing my back. And, then he says
something that I don't expect, but he's taken direction, like I said. No
more secrets.

"I want your cum, dad.  I want you to breed me, like you did mom, when you
made me."

And, that's pretty much it, as far as I'm concerned. Kid's pushed me over
the edge, completely now, begging for my cum. So, I pick up pace, nice long
strokes, beginning to slam it home. Then, again. And, again, just wrecking
his hole. And, he's gone now, too, last secret out. He's blubbering, just
unadulterated lust in his eyes. Like it's everything he thought it would
be, but exponentially more.

He's purring, too, but it's deep - guttural. Like his mom does. Going to
his own place, while I go to mine. I get up, straighter, on my knees,
grabbing his ankles, splaying out his legs, opening him up, and start
jack-rabbiting, looking down at the thick tube of dad-cock raping him, the
hole puckered, pushing in and pulling out. I let sweat drop down on my
steel, and I'm really ramming him now, not holding back. I can't even tell
what sounds he's making, but I can feel his hands scratching my chest, like
he's trying to pull my entire body into his hole, and then I feel it start,
and there's no going back. I grunt like a fucking beast, push his legs back
and open, and begin jamming him as hard as I can. Far gone now, completely.
He throws his head back, like he can't believe it gets better/worse, and
just takes it, nearly screaming at me, "Fuck me.  Fuck me.  Fuck me harder,
Dad. Fuck me, Dad."

And I got no words, just actions, sweat pouring off my body, drool coming
out, leaning over him, wetting his face, eyes blazing at him, and then the
words come: "This what you want, Dev? This what you been thinking about?
This what you wanted to find out - what your mom feels like when I let
loose?"

And he's just nodding his head, all crazy like, and crying and moaning and
pleading for more.  "More, more, more, more, more. . . ."

And, that's when my cock gets all big, like it does before it comes,
expands, at least an inch or more in width, and the head grows really hard,
and when that happens I hear him scream, but the sound is faint where I'm
at, in my own world, and the kid is shooting now, sperm just wetting
between our bodies, his young, violated hole is clamping down on my cock,
and all I hear is, "Breed me, breed me, breed me, breed me daddy, breed me
. . ."

Which is all I need - because I explode a load that floods my son's guts,
the same seed that created him, and it's a massive, I can tell, and my
balls are banging him and I'm in a frenzy, and the noise is fucking
incredible, but then I realize it's me, just roaring in lust, while I rape
my son at his urging, and plant everything I got as deep in him as I can
possibly can.

It takes me a few minutes of pounding and pounding and pounding before I
hear me saying, "Take it, Dev - take it, boy - fucking slut - just like
your mom - take it, take it, take it."

And, all I hear from him is the same thing, over and over:  "Daddy, daddy,
daddy, daddy."

I keep pumping, though, slower now, but still real hard, because I am
loving this, and wanting it to last, and by now he's wide open, lips are
all puffy and frothy. I know this, because I'm holding his legs apart and
just staring at my meat, violating my own son, listening to him beg,
watching the sperm spurt out of him with each thrust, pumping in more, and
hearing my big balls, loose and wet now, slap his ass, like they do his
mom's. Like he wanted me to.

And, he's gone.  limp legs in my hands. His slim body covered with is own
spunk and our sweat. Some of my chest hairs are stuck to him, and his body
is trembling and shaking. I just stroke his hole with my big cock. The
father-stuff is coming back, the old feelings of paternal love and
protection, even though, yeah, I'd just fucked the hell out of him. Even
though I'm still fucking the hell out of him, and he's still loving every
minute of it.

Felt like an hour went by, over him like that, just pumping in my juice,
sluicing my slightly softer cock in and out of him, letting him feel what
it's like to have a true sexual organ down there, a hole for men to use, a
pussy, if that's what he wanted to call it, available, open, wet, breeded.
It could have been hour - fuck if I know. I just let it go on and on and on.

But, finally he comes to, and I'm looking at him. He's still a little
glazed-over, but there's a smile on his face. So, I smile back at him. My
cock is half-hard now, and shrinking, and damn if I don't think I could get
it back up and go again. But, I figure the kid needs a break, and maybe it
would be best to just lie with him, a bit, or talk - whatever he wants. So,
slowly, it slips out, and with it a pretty big burp-slurp of my seed, which
I scoop up. And just hold in in front of us. Seriously, I'm about to suck
it in my mouth, because it's sliding off my fingers, and hell yeah, have
always loved sucking it out of the old lady. That gives me another idea,
too, cuz I know the kid's never had his salad tossed, but before I can do
anything he just kind of crawls up, sucking my fingers in his mouth, eyes
all on me like I'm God's gift to the Universe. Then, he bends down,
sticking his slick, dripping butt trench up in the air, pointing in the
other direction, and damn if the kid doesn't slip my spongy, wet meat in
his mouth, sucking it down his throat, cleaning it off.

Totally sensitive I am, like - completely - so I just let out this deep
growl and start shaking all over, but he sucks it like he's a Hoover, and
gets the last swimmers lodged in my tube, into his mouth and down his
throat. I swear he would have stayed there all day, sucking it like a
new-born calf, but I'm wiped (for now), so I push him off it, lie down on
the bed, and pull him into my chest. I kiss him, nice and slow and deep,
and then I push his head down, and give him something else to suck on,
which he does, eagerly - my big nip. Then just stroke his head and caress
him.

"Good boy, Dev.  Such a good boy.  Love you so much."

And, he just moans, humping my thigh. I feel him getting hard again,
unbelievably. Fucking kid is insatiable now, it seems. But . . . I reach
down, grab his ass, and hold it, tight. Then, I slick my middle finger all
the way in him, swirling it around, feeling my boys in there, just
massaging it, giving him the signal to relax for now. Just lay with it.
Just let things be and enjoy the incredible floating sensation you get,
after amazing sex. Another important lesson - how to be with your partner
after you've shared something so deep, and intimate, and special.

And, he gets this, too. Just pushes in to me, purring, letting me probe his
new hole, the sounds of his suckling, real faint, and sweet. Father and
son. Together. So much love. So much more to explore.

And, the next thing you know, we're fast asleep.

Like I said when I started this, I was pretty exhausted, after a long week,
so sleep came pretty fucking easy, after all that.

(((())))

Later that afternoon, after I'd sucked most of my load out of boy-pussy,
then shot two more loads back in to replace it, made him cum once more
without using his hands, and then sucked another load out of his cock
(which pretty much shocked the shit out of him, and me, too), I texted his
mom, while he was getting ready to take a shower.

TEXT to my WIFE:

"So I confirmed our thoughts about Dev - and he has some things he needs to
talk to you about, after you get home and settled.  (Me too.)"

"We're ordering pizza."

"Also, you should swing by the store on the way home, and pick up some new
batteries for your Electric Dick."

"Sorry.  But, we, uhh . . . well, you?ll see."

" :-p' "

Then, I headed back upstairs. I needed a shower, too, and I figured I could
probably get one more load into the kid, before his mom got home.

THE END