Date: Fri, 25 Dec 2009 14:02:56 -0800 (PST) From: Jon T. <firstname.lastname@example.org> Subject: Bad Influence - Chapter 1 This is a work of fiction - these characters exist only in my fevered imagination. This story features sex between adults and willing minors, both family and non-family members. If you are not of an age to be reading X-rated stories, please go elsewhere. If you wish to provide feedback, you can contact me at email@example.com. An additional note: I do not advocate for incest, sex with underage boys or girls, or for unsafe sex. I personally find bare sex to be more interesting and conducive to fantasy, but I beg of you: use a condom if you are having anal sex with an actual live person. HIV/AIDS is very real and is not to be taken lightly. ******************* I was in the kitchen peering into the refrigerator, wondering what had spoiled and trying to decide what to fix for dinner. I was about to give up on it and opt for pizza once again when my 16-year-old son walked into the room. He was wearing loose-fitting running shorts and a wife-beater tank-top. He had been working out for the past year as part of his baseball training. It was beginning to show nicely. Mark and I had lived together, just the two of us, since his mother had been killed in an auto accident when he was 10. Mary had been beloved by both of us, and we still grieved for her, but we were moving on. I'm Mike Randall. At that time, I made my living as a life insurance salesman. There were aspects of the work that I enjoyed, but it left me feeling unfulfilled. But it kept a roof over our heads. Mark pleased me no end. A junior in high school, he was a great kid, a good student, popular among his peers, with talent in several areas. He was also wonderfully handsome. His mother and I were both of English heritage with dark hair and light complexion. He gets his piercing blue eyes from his mother and his six-foot height and bulk from me. I had noticed some changes in him that had me concerned a few months ago. He started hanging out with this unusual kid, Mickey, and suddenly his grades started to go down and his attitude took a decided turn for the worse. I had to sit him down during Christmas break and really get his attention about it. He had already blown his chance to be valedictorian of his class. I didn't want him to spoil his opportunity to attend a good college. He seemed to get a grip, and the previous grading period had been much better. I still wasn't sure about his friendship with Mickey, but he seemed to be much better at organizing his time. We were now in the home stretch of the school year, and things were looking good for the final grading period. "Dad – I've decided what I want for my birthday." "That's great, Mark. What will it be? DVDs? A new cell phone?" "Um – nothing like that. Not sure how to tell you." That intrigued me. "Well, let's sit down at the table, have a drink, and we can talk about it." I reached into the refrigerator and pulled out a can of Mountain Dew for him and a Labatz Blue for me. We pulled out chairs in the breakfast nook and sat down. I was surprised that, before he took his seat, he pulled off his shirt. "Hey, it's a little early for air conditioning, son." Spring was on its way, but in late April, the air in northeast Ohio could still pack a chill. "No – I just don't like to wear clothes so much anymore. " Now I was more intrigued than ever, wondering if we were entering a new phase of some kind. I openly admired my son's robust pecs. "Well, you know I like looking at you. You're really getting some definition there." I reached out and lightly stroked his left pectoral. "Dad, that tickles!" I chuckled and withdrew my hand, sitting back in my chair. I took a sip from my Labatz and waited for him to collect his thoughts. I was more intrigued than ever as I watched him absently reach up and tweak his nipples. "OK, out with it, son. What's on your mind?" "I want to get pierced for my birthday." Mark was blushing but he looked me in the eye. I was aghast. "What? Absolutely not!" "Dad! Why not?" I had plenty of reasons to hate piercing of the body. "It can be really dangerous! You can get terrible infections! And besides that, it's disgusting!" Mark folded his arms across his chest and almost visibly dug in his heels. "What do you know about it anyway?" "Believe me, I know." "How do you know?" Mark was showing more patience than he usually did when we disagreed. I decided to honor that by telling him of my experience. "When I was in college, I had a roommate who worked in a tattoo parlor. They went into piercing, and I let him talk me into some stuff. He said he needed the practice." I was embarrassed by my youthful foolishness. "It was a fucking disaster." "Whoa." Mark knew it was serious when I used the F word. "OK. What happened?" "I ended up in the hospital over it. Turned out I was extremely allergic to steel. I can touch it, but to have it inside my body like that, I can't handle it." Mark looked at me sympathetically. "What did you have pierced?" "My nipples. Both of them. It was awful." "Can I… see?" "Sure. You bet." I pulled off my polo shirt. Mark scooted his chair around to get a close look. "You don't look bad." "Look closer." Mark put his face up to my chest. "Oh, yeah. I can see some scarring. Hard to see through the hair." Mark gently stroked the nipple nearest him, giving me a tingle. If anything, my nipples had become more sensitive after the piercing episode. "That's true. But I know it's there." "I hear you," Mark said with a definite note of sympathy. He and I had always had a good relationship, and I knew he cared about me. He surprised me, though, by giving me a quick peck to the cheek. I was relieved. "OK. Is that the end of this? No piercing?" Mark scooted his chair back to its original position. "Dad, how long ago was it that this happened?" "1985. My junior year." "This is 2009. Does it occur to you that technology and materials have changed and greatly improved?" "Meaning what?" "The piercing itself is much more precise and sterile. It could be that the infection occurred at the initial piercing. And there's a much wider range of jewelry available. Titanium and gold don't have nearly the problems that steel does." "It doesn't matter. I don't want you doing it! And you have to have my permission, right?" "Tell me you'll at least think about it, please!" Mark was quite disappointed. He knew me well enough to know that this would be a very tough sell. I knew him well enough to know he wasn't going to give up on it. "Where did you come up with this idea, anyway?" I was annoyed to say the least. "My friend Mickey. It looks so hot on him!" I thought about Mickey. He was a spectacular specimen of young manhood at the age of 18. Not too bright, though – he had to repeat two grades and was a class behind Mark in school. It didn't surprise me to learn he had gone in for piercing. He sported a number of visible tattoos, something else I took a dim view of. He had an unusual family situation, but I was not clear on the details of it. I knew he had been raised quite differently from my Mark. Another small bell went off: my son thinks Mickey is "hot"? He's a very good-looking kid, but wait a minute. I put that train of thought aside for the time being. "OK, Mickey is older than you. And there's going to come a day when he's going to regret all this stuff. That tattoo on his neck was a really bad idea!" "Yeah, I know. Pretty stupid." Mark nodded his head in easy agreement, which surprised me. "Dad, just think about it, OK? I'm going to do it some day. You know that." And I did know that Mark could be stubborn about things. He got that from me. "You're going to have to convince me. I'll look into it – try to learn what I can about these advancements you mentioned. What do you want for dinner?" "Oh yeah - Mickey wants to go for burgers and a movie. Could I have a twenty?" I frowned. "I don't know. I'll have to check the money tree out back." I reached for my billfold and pulled out a bill for him. "Is he coming to pick you up?" "No. He's lost his license – too many points against it. We'll have to take my car." "Are you picking him up?" "One of his dad's employees is dropping him off." I stood up and pulled my polo shirt back on. Right at that moment, we heard a light knock at the front door. As we headed for the living room, I made a request. "Mark, ask Mickey to come in for a minute, would you?" "Oh, Dad. You're not going to lecture him, are you?" "No, I'm not. But I hope he will show me his piercings." Mark was very pleased at this because it gave him some hope that he still might carry the day on the issue. He pulled his shirt back on and ran to the front door. He waved at Mickey, gesturing to him to come in. He was wearing a pair of cargo shorts, bare-chested with a T-shirt hanging from a back pocket. He had a way of going with as little clothing as possible. Today, he seemed to be predicting an early spring. At 6'2", with thick, close- cropped blond hair, a cleft chin, and a swimmer's build, he was quite striking looking. "Hi, Mr. R. What's happening?" I reached out and shook Mickey's proffered hand. "I won't keep you. Mark and I have been talking about this piercing thing. I wanted to see yours." Mickey proudly stuck out his well-built chest. He had large nipples and hanging from them were two golden rings. I had to admit I could see no sign of disease or infection. "Well, there they are. Of course, that's not quite all of them." Both Mark and I were surprised. Mark spoke up, "What do you mean?" Mickey smiled, just a touch embarrassed. "I got a couple more last weekend." "You're kidding! Where?" "Um – you want to see?" Mark shouted, "Yeah!" Before I could react, Mickey was pulling his shorts down and off. He was going commando, so immediately everything he had was on full display. A thick, uncut cock swung between his legs. He was shaved as bare as the day he was born. "What in the hell? What are you…" I was flabbergasted. Mark's eyes were trained on Mickey's mid-section. I glanced down almost involuntarily. Sure enough, quite visible was a Prince Albert ring hanging from the tip of his ample uncut dick. Obviously the scene was a turn-on for Mickey because his cock was beginning to rise. Mark shocked me by reaching out and touched the ring, hefting Mickey's dick in his palm in the process. "Cool! That looks fantastic!" With that, Mickey's cock rose to its full 9-inch length. "That will do, guys! Get your shorts back on, Mickey!" "Oh, Dad. Show me the other one, Mickey!" At that request, Mickey flopped down onto the carpet on his back and lifted his legs. Another gold ring came into view, this one between his large balls and his anus. His anus was something to behold – a perfect rosebud pucker ringed by soft-looking hair, it seemed to be opening and closing even as Mark and I looked, Mark fascinated and me about to have a stroke. "Mickey, that's enough! Shorts on, now!" "OK, Mr. R – I'm sorry." Mickey got to his feet and quickly pulled his shorts on. I got my breathing under control. "Do you do that often? Take off your clothes wherever you are?" "Uh – no – not quite like that. But I do like to be naked!" Mickey was unabashed in his enthusiasm. At least I now knew where Mark's new attitude about clothing was coming from. I had to wonder what else Mickey liked. "Can we go now, Dad? Did you see everything you wanted to see?" Mickey clasped his right arm around Mark's shoulders as Mark spoke. "I saw a whole lot more than I ever wanted to see! You be home by 11:00, you hear?" I wasn't sure whether to let Mark go or not, but I didn't want to fight that battle. "Sure, Dad! Thanks!" They clambered out the door. I was left rather stunned – slightly turned on but with no notion how to process what I had just witnessed. I heard the garage door go up and watched as they pulled away in Mark's Ford Focus. I turned away from the door and headed back to the kitchen. I ended up opting for pizza after all, one from the freezer and baked in my kitchen. I ate half of it, washed down by a couple more beers, parked in front of the TV. Not a great way to spend a Saturday evening. I had to admit to some loneliness. I was really focused on my work and on Mark, but I had to acknowledge there were needs that weren't being met. A few years ago, after a proper grieving period, I had tried to date, but my heart had not been in it and I had given it up, thinking I'd try it again when Mark was a bit older. Over the years, I had reflected on my lack of drive in that area. I loved Mary and was overjoyed when I met her and we clicked. But, unbelievable as it may have seemed, I was a virgin when we married. Lots of women pursued me, then and now, with only passing interest on my part. My dad was really puzzled as to why his boy wasn't the horndog that he had been. But I was wrapped up in my studies and in football. I had been on scholarships to Kent State in both sports and academics. I saw fellow students complicating their lives with relationships, having kids and getting married far too soon. I thought I would be better served to avoid that. Mary and I slipped into a comfortable relationship in November of our senior years and were married after we both graduated. I loved playing football, but I had given little thought to a career in it beyond college. It came out of left field when I was a seventh-round draft pick by the Kansas City Chiefs. I had been a reasonably competent pass receiver, helping the Flashes to a respectable record and a bowl appearance my senior year, but nothing outstanding. The Chiefs seemed to think I had potential. I gave it my best shot but wasn't too surprised or disappointed when I was cut at the end of training camp and no one picked me up. I proceeded with a career in business. At this point, I was a managing partner in my firm, but I was bored stiff. I was looking into my options for pursuing an MBA so I could move onto a different level. At the age of 41, I knew I needed to get on with it if that was my plan. That evening, I decided to abandon the television and do some reading in bed instead. I headed upstairs and stripped down. I stood looking at myself in the bathroom mirror, taking stock of what I saw. Physical fitness was a habit with me. I jogged at least twice a week and went to a gym where I swam and lifted weights. Blessed by good genes, I had done more than enough to maintain my build. At 41, 6'3", 230 pounds, a broad chest, a 34-inch waist and a full head of black curly hair, I was looking pretty good. I gazed at the hair that covered my chest. Mary had loved it, but I had always found it to be slightly embarrassing. Oh well, it ran in the family. I was relieved that there was no sign of it on my back. Dressed in my sleeping pants and laying in bed with a sheet up to my waist, I was deeply involved in my Tom Clancy novel when I heard Mark come through the front door. I called to him, "Don't forget to lock it!" Mark shouted back, "Sure, Dad." Then I heard him running up the stairs. "You're already in bed?" He was standing in the doorway of my room. "Yes," I replied, holding up my book. "I can't believe we have all these channels to watch, and yet on Saturday night, when you might want to watch TV, there's just nothing there." "I hear you, Dad. You should play Nintendo. Or get on Facebook." "I'll leave all that stuff to you," I smiled at my beautiful son. "Everything go OK tonight?" "We had a great time. Thanks for the money. Hey, I'm sorry about that scene earlier. Mickey just does stuff like that. He's going to get arrested some day." "Just so long as you don't get arrested with him." I glanced at the clock on my bedside table. "Hey, you made it home on time." "Yeah – I figured I'd better not push it," Mark replied with a grin. He pulled his shirt off for the second time that night. "I'm not sleepy at all. I think I'll get on the computer for a while." "Do what you like. I'll probably be up for a while myself." I had a small TV in my room. I picked up the remote and clicked it on. "I guess I'll see what the weather forecast is." Mark turned to leave. I stopped him. "Mark – at some point, we have to talk about Mickey. I don't get what the deal is with him. I need for you to fill me in." "Do you want to talk tonight? I can go get ready for bed and come back." "Might as well, since it's on my mind." Mark hurried to his room. There wasn't much getting ready for him to do. He just needed to brush his teeth and change into a pair of running shorts he favored for sleeping. I could hear him taking care of business in his bathroom. A strong stream of piss hit the toilet bowl. There was a flush and then the sound of teeth being brushed. I laid my book on the bedside table and sat up straighter against the headboard. I had clicked on the TV just in time for the Channel 5 weather forecast. It was supposed to warm up over the next week, with no rain. I turned the TV off and put my hands behind my head, waiting for Mark. In just a few moments, he bounded in and jumped onto the bed. "Whoa! Watch out, cowboy!" At that, he laughed. He pulled himself even with me and propped himself up on his elbow. "OK. What did you want to talk about?" I couldn't help but notice that the legs of his boxers had pulled up, leaving his balls completely exposed. "Uh – son…" I gestured towards them. Mark glanced down and smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, Dad! I guess you've seen enough teenaged skin tonight!" He tugged at the legs and, in doing so, pulled them down too far. Suddenly his groin area was exposed. I could see the base of his dick. But what I couldn't see was any hair. "Since when do you shave down there?" I was quite surprised. Mark was pulling his shorts up and was now really embarrassed. "Uh – well, all the kids are doing it. It's really a thing right now." "You were so proud when it grew in!" "Yeah. Between you and me, I'll be glad when people start letting it grow again." "Isn't it a huge nuisance?" "Yeah, it is, but Mickey and I help each other out with it." "You do. How does that work?" "I shave him, and he shaves me, about every 10 days or so." Mark sat up cross-legged with his hands in his lap. "That's why the piercing thing surprised me so much. We just did it last Friday night. He must have gotten the piercings on Saturday." Mark had been out of town on a baseball road trip and had not spent time with Mickey. "Isn't that… " I searched for words. "the shaving thing… really personal?" "We've been doing it for a while. We have it down pat. It's so much better that way. We're much less prone to get cut up. It's fun, too." "Fun?" I sat up and crossed my legs facing him. It was like we were having a powwow. My spine was tingling. "Yeah." By now, Mark was looking uncomfortable, choosing his words carefully. "Fun how?" I wasn't letting him off the hook. "Oh, you know." "No, I don't. Tell me." "OK Dad. You asked. We get really hard, and when we're finished, we have a great jack-off session." Mark was blushing but also smiling. "Whoa again, cowboy!" I was smiling too but a bit shocked at the same time. "So you jack off together?" "All the time." "Did you jack off together tonight?" "No. I wanted to, but I knew I needed to get home." "Sorry – didn't mean to cut into your sex life." By now, I was blushing, and I was completely bemused. I had had all the customary talks with him when he entered puberty. Of course, he already knew most of it, but he had some mistaken ideas that I was able to straighten out for him. We had a good enough relationship that he had come to me with questions since then. To my knowledge he hadn't done anything with a girl, but I was confident he was ready if or when that day came. "How does that work with a Prince Albert piercing?" "Dad, I have no idea. I'm looking forward to finding out about that myself." Mark turned and leaned back with his hands on the mattress, arms stretched back, and legs crossed at the ankles. All of a sudden, both of us were aware of a new presence in the room – Mark's extremely erect penis. The head was poking out above his waistband of his shorts. "Oh my God! Dad, I'm so sorry!" Mark scrambled to cover himself. I laughed out loud at his distress. "Mark, we're all guys here! Don't worry about it." I was relieved to see him smile. "Son. You said earlier today you aren't a big fan of clothes at this point. Let me see. I'm curious." Mark looked at me with his mouth open and then down at his lap. He looked back up with a sly smile on his face. "I don't want to be the only naked guy here. I will if you will." "Mark. You've seen me naked plenty of times." "Not recently. Come on." By this time, I was feeling some fullness of my own in that area. I wanted to but was suddenly shy. "I don't know, son. You may see more than you bargained for." "Yeah! I love it! Go for it, Dad!" I don't know if it was the beer I had consumed earlier or what, but suddenly nothing would have stopped me. "You're on. Here – turn around." I turned and leaned back on the padded headboard. Mark copied me. "On a count of three… 1 2 3." We both whipped off our clothing. We were each laughing and eyeing the other. "God, Dad – you're so hairy! All over!" He reached out and stroked my chest. At his touch, my cock sprang to its full 8-inch length. He looked at it and said, "It's beautiful!" "You've never seen it hard, have you.." I was oddly proud. "No, I haven't." Almost without thinking, he reached out, ran his fingers through my pubic hair and grasped my throbbing cock. I looked down, oddly detached. He gripped my cock and then ran his hand up and down it. I was gasping. "Son!" "Feels good, doesn't it, Dad." "Yes, it does, but you're my son!" "Why does that matter? It doesn't to Mickey and his dad!" With that, he grabbed me by the back of my head and pulled me into a passionate kiss. I was completely flabbergasted. I pulled away. "Son, I'm not gay! And this isn't right!" "Dad, one thing I've learned from Mickey and his family is that sex is sex. If it feels good, do it! I think you want very much to do it!" I was speechless. Mark continued, "I keep wondering why a hot guy like you isn't out there every night humping a chick. Well, now I think I know!" "I don't live my life that way! I never have." "You would if you were interested in it." I would have thought my abhorrence would have caused my cock to wilt. Nothing could have been further from the truth. I look down and discovered it was throbbing with each heartbeat. A drop of precum had formed at the tip. As I watched, it rolled down the underside of my thick, veiny rod. Mark reached over, wiped it up with his finger, and then licked his finger. My mind was completely blown. I leaned back again the headboard and lifted my hands to my face. I had only wanted to learn about this unusual family who had become part of my son's life. I never could have predicted what was now happening between us. Suddenly I felt an incredible sensation. I looked and found my son licking the head of my cock. "Son, no!" "Let me, Dad. I need it. You need it." I was so conflicted, I was almost in tears. I reached out to push him away and then pulled my hand back. It just felt too good. By now, Mark had the head of my cock in his mouth and was working it further in inch by inch. I timidly reached out and tousled his thick hair. Then I put my hand on the back of his head, not pushing but definitely encouraging him. I realized I was moaning. "Oh my God! That's amazing!" Mark pulled off and grinned at me. "Yeah, I'm pretty good, aren't I. I've had quite a bit of practice." "You have?" "Yeah. On Mickey, his dad, and his younger brother." "No…" "When I'm done, you can send them a thank-you letter." With that, Mark went back to work. He held the base of my throbbing cock and sucked down the entire length. I felt it sink into his throat. Almost immediately, I felt I was passing a point of no return. "Son! I'm going to cum! You need to pull off!" Mark shook his head while continuing to deep throat my cock. I gasped and suddenly my pent-up supply of jism surged forth, out and down Mark's eager throat. Mark pulled back and caught a large portion of it in his mouth. He swallowed and swallowed and finally the flow stopped. "What are you trying to do? Drown me? That was great, Dad! Tastes great, too!" He moved his face in close proximity to mine and then gently kissed me. His tongue pressed my lips, and I opened up to let him in. I was shocked when a sizable portion of my cum was transferred into my mouth. I had never tasted my own cum. Mark went back to kissing me. I was shaky and sweating. I grabbed Mark's shoulders and pulled him into an embrace, kissing him as though my life depended on it. Mark was laying across me in such a way that his cock was pressing against my thigh. He began to hump gently against it, and in just seconds, my upper leg and groin area was drenched in his youthful cum. Gasping "So good!" Mark moved down my body and began licking up his own cum. He cleaned off my thigh and moved to my groin. My balls had caught a lot of it, and he reveled in licking them lovingly, cleaning off every drop. He gave my extremely sensitive cock the same treatment. I wiped drops of cum from my pubic hair and licked it from my fingers. My son's cum. I didn't know what to think, so I stopped thinking. "Hey, Dad. Lift up." He pulled me down to where my back was on the bed and lifted up on my legs, indicating he wanted me to lift them. "Hold them, Dad. This is my favorite part." With that, he licked the area between my balls and my anus, snorting in his passion. Then suddenly I felt his tongue on my asshole. "Son, no, no! I have to draw the line somewhere!" "No, you don't. Just enjoy." I made no move to stop him. He continued to lick and suck on my anus. He spread my cheeks so he could get in deeper. I couldn't believe how good it felt. He spat on it and then tapped it with his finger. "Tight." "So what happens now? Are you going to fuck me?" "You want me to?" I thought about it for just a second and realized I wanted nothing more than to feel my son's cock in my ass. I had always hated prostate exams and had always wondered how people could fuck each other in the ass. Now I had to know all about it, everything. Mark seemed to realize this was a huge step between us. "Are you sure, Dad?" "Yes!" He looked at me, obviously surprised and very turned on. He continued to rub my anus with his fingers and stuck the tip of his index finger a short distance into the hole. "I'm going to need some lube." I surprised him by reaching into the drawer of my bedside table. "I use this to jack off with." He raised his eyebrows but didn't say anything. He took the tube of KY from me. "Get on your knees. It's easier that way." I got on knees and put my head on my arm, my ass up in the air, dizzy with excitement. I jumped when Mark began to apply KY to my hole, but only because it was cold. I was completely committed to being fucked by my son. Mark applied a generous amount of lube to the outside and then began to work it in with his fingers. First I felt one, then two, then three fingers enter my space. Mark worked them in and out gently. He was in far enough that he touched my prostate. I moaned and jumped again, feeling a surge of sexual energy. "You like that?" Mark intentionally prodded my prostate. The pleasure was so intense, it was almost painful. "Wow! Your ass is really hairy! I love it!" With one hand, he was opening me up, and with the other, he was pulling at the hair on my ass. I had never felt anything like it. I turned and looked over my shoulder. Mark was applying lube to his cock. Somehow in all of this, I hadn't gotten a good look at it. I was shocked to see that it was every bit as long and thick as mine. I groaned and put my forehead back on my arm. "Be gentle." "Of course, Dad. I love you, you know that." With that, I felt the head of Mark's big cock pressing against my hole. "Dad, relax. Push out like you're taking a dump." I couldn't help but chuckle. "What a romantic thing to --- OW! That hurts!" "You've got to relax." Mark pulled out the inch or so that he had inserted. He put some more lube on his fingers and rubbed it in. Then he tried again. I concentrated on relaxing and pushing out, and he slid in inch by inch. My body was greatly offended, but I was surprised that, after initial intense pain, it began to lessen. Mark held steady to let me get used to it. "God, Dad! You're so tight! So hot!" Then he began to move gently and slowly back and forth. Soon he was fucking me with strong, even strokes. I surprised myself by getting into his rhythm and meeting his inward thrusts. He gasped in pleasure. For me, there was no pain at this point. It was beginning to feel really good. Mark got onto his feet and really began to plow my ass. His balls slapped against mine. We were both grunting in animal fucklust. "Fuck me! Harder!" "You got it!" Mark was rabbit fucking me, his sweat dripping on my back. I couldn't get enough of it. But like all good things, it was over too soon. Mark shouted, "I'm cumming!" and I could feel his cock swelling even larger and spurts of his semen filling my ass. I had forgotten all about my own cock during all this. I grabbed for it and gave it a few strokes, and then I was shooting my own load all over the sheet beneath me. I had never had an orgasm like that in my life. Mark pulled me over on my side. He lay behind me panting, his arms wrapped around me, his cock still lodged in my rectum. It showed no signs of softening. "You want me to keep going?" "Can you?" "Yeah. I'm good for four or five loads in a session." "I may never walk again, but sure – fuck me some more!" "Get on your back. I want to look at your face while I fuck you." He pulled out. I felt empty and wanted him back in there. I rolled over onto my back. He lifted my legs and put them on his shoulders. I groaned as his cock refilled my asshole. He leaned down and kissed me passionately as he began to move in and out once again. "You are so fucking HOT! Fuck you, Dad! FUCK YOU!" And fuck me he did. I was completely amazed at the prowess of my baby boy. My legs slipped off his shoulders. He was on his knees. I elevated my ass just enough that he could continue thrusting in and out, the backs of my thighs resting on his. He kneaded my sweat-soaked chest, grabbing my hairy pecs and twisting my nipples. I screamed in pleasure. "Fuck me, son! Fuck me! I love it! I love it!" He leaned over me and began kissing me again. This caused his cock to slip out of my hole. Instead of putting it back in, he grabbed it and began jacking it wildly. In just moments, a gusher of cum flew all over me, hitting my face and soaking my chest hair. He threw himself on top of me. I put my arms around him and we kissed as though our lives depended on it. After a minute or two of that, he gently licked his cum from my cheeks and chin, kissed me again, and then lay on top of me, his beautiful head next to mine. I could not believe what we had just experienced. I knew our relationship would never be the same. I could only hope it would be for the better.