Kitchen Butt Bang

(M/b, Anal, Incest)

“THAT FUCKING LITTLE SHIT!” I thundered as I slammed my phone closed after receiving another busy signal. I had no doubt that my 11 year old son, Garrett, was talking to someone on the phone that he wasn’t supposed to be, in defiance of my orders to him.

My son was in hack with me because I discovered that he was being a brazen little slut for one of the teenaged boys down the street, David. Well, I quickly put a stop to that. I told that guy that if he knew what was good for him, I better not ever catch him having even the smallest contact with Garrett, or I’d have his child molesting ass thrown in jail.

As for Garrett, I grounded his little ass and told him that he was NOT to use the phone except when I, or my parents called. I know that it wasn’t my parents that Garrett was talking to, because my mom and I were talking on the phone just before the first time I tried Garrett at home. I had no doubt he was talking to David and I was furious.

I have to be honest that I thought of a number of ways to kill the little shit when I got home. He just made me so mad! Didn’t he see that I was just trying to protect him? I mean that David was abusing him! I knew what was going through that sick freak’s mind because I know what I was like at his age. When I was 15 I was abusing little boys myself. At the time I just loved the feelings I got when my dick was sliding in and out of their tight assholes. But I got found out and through therapy, I learned that what I had done was wrong. Now I had no proof that David had done anything to Garrett. But what 15 year old boy hangs out with an 11 year old boy as much as David did if he’s not up to something.

So it should be clear to all that when I pulled up into the driveway and the garage, I was NOT a happy daddy. I got out of the car and slammed the door closed. I stomped over to the door of the garage which opened right into the kitchen/dining room. I was just about to start yelling when my eyes fell on the kitchen table.

There was my 11 year old Garrett, naked except for a pair of white socks with Rugrats characters on them. God I had hated those socks! I always told him they made him look like a little queer. He was laying on his back with his legs in the air. He was holding the handset of the phone to his ear with his left hand and with the right hand he was thrusting one of my dildos up his ass at a rapid rate. But then he spoke, confirming my suspicions on who he was talking to.

“Yeah, baby,” he moaned. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard, baby. God, David, I love it when you fuck me with your big cock.”

Garrett’s words shocked me, and triggered the memories of Jason, the boy that I had been caught fucking when I was David’s age. He has said those exact words to me. And I quickly remembered that his voice had been as dripping with as much molten lust and wanton desire as my own son’s voice was. And on the heels of that, I experienced a memory that was as much physical as it was mental. I remembered the first night that I had been asked to watch Jason overnight. The sexual tension between us was incredible.

Even at only 8 years old, Jason had gained a reputation for being gay and willing to play. And even his father suspected the truth. Part of why he had encouraged our friendship was that I could “make a man out of him”. Little did he know that I was as gay as everyone thought Jason was, I just was a little more careful to hide it. But as soon as I heard the whispers of the kids that were about 11 or 12 that Jason was willing to take it in the ass, I decided that come hell or high water, my dick was going up Jason’s back door. I had no idea, however, that Jason had also decided that my cock was going there, no matter what.

His parents left us just before supper. Actually they left just as I was finishing making the 4 boxes of KD that would serve as supper for us. Jason sat at the kitchen table as I served out two plates full of the macaroni and cheese dish. Then when we both had glasses of milk I sat down to eat. As I said earlier, the sexual tension was incredible. We kept taking furtive, longing looks at each other all through the meal.

After we were done eating I sent Jason into the living room to watch TV as I did the supper dishes. Just as I was finishing the dishes and hanging up the dish towel, Jason called my name from the door of the kitchen. When I turned around, there stood Jason in all his naked glory, save a pair of socks with Spiderman on them. His little penis was fully erect and then, to male sure I knew of his desire, he turned and bent over, pulling open his little cheeks to expose his asshole, which was gleaming from the oily substance that he had used to lube himself.

The result was what you might have imagined, given the mutual desire of both Jason and myself. I ended up fucking Jason on top of the kitchen table. In fact, he had been in a similar position as my son was in now. I had pounded the boy mercilessly until I shot my teen goo into his ass. Fuelled by that first frantic coupling, Jason and I fucked all evening until we both fell into an exhausted sleep. We woke up the next morning raring to go again, but that was when we made, I made the fatal mistake. I was so concerned with getting my cock back up Jason’s amazing little bum, that I miscalculated how much time we had. Long story short, Jason’s parents came in to find us on the kitchen table. This time I was on my back with Jason straddling my middle, happily bouncing himself up and down on my teen cock.

The aftermath was predictable. Jason’s dad beat my ass and then called the cops, who ignored my physical state. After all, the fact that I was 15 was overshadowed by the fact that in their eyes, I was a child molester. I ended up in Juvie, charged with Statutory Rape, a charge I pled guilty to. Being my first offense, my lawyer got me straight probation. One of my stipulations was that I attend counseling for my sexual offending.

I’m sad to say that it worked on me. In no time at all, they had convinced me that I had done a terrible thing in imposing my desires on little Jason. I allowed them to cause me to forget that Jason was as into the sex as I had been. After my counseling and Probation were over, I had never again touched another boy, or even looked at them with lust.

But as I came back to the present, standing there in my kitchen watching the obscene tableau on the table, I did something that I hadn’t done in over 10 years: I looked at a boy as an object of desire. The fact that said boy was my own son, worried me not at all. After all, they say that a stiff penis has no conscience. Mine certainly didn’t. It struck me for a moment just how sexy Garrett really was and I began to understand David’s attraction to him. And I then realized that I owed David an apology. I realized that Garrett was as quite willing participant in the sexual part of their relationship.

Garrett’s eyes were tightly shut as he drove the dildo in and out of his bottom, imagining that it was the pistoning cock of his adolescent lover. He had no clue I was even in the room. He did not even miss a stroke as I started undressing, intent as he was on buggering himself and talking dirty into the telephone. He still had no clue I was there as I stealthily moved to stand between his upraised legs. I took a look down at where his hand was working the dildo on his ass. His anus was stretched thin by the plastic toy and that sight and the knowledge that the small hole would soon be stretched even wider by my cock removed what few hesitations I had left.

I reached down unto the table beside him and grabbed the lubricant. I smeared a thin film of it on my cock and then prepared to give my son the surprise of his life. His eyes sprang open as I pulled the hand holding the dildo away so that the toy left his depths. He gave a groan of dismay as the removal of the dildo left him feeling so empty. That emptiness was not to be long lasting as I tossed the dildo to one side and then slid the head of my cock into his gaping hole, my increased girth stretching him farther than ever before.

The phone fell from his grasp to land on the table in his shock. But his shock was short lived and soon gave way to the realization that he once again had a living penis inside him. His separation from David had been about a week and he made it abundantly clear that he was happy that his time without being royally fucked was over. His teen lover forgotten in his lust, he surprised me by giving one giant thrust of his boyish hips so that the whole of my cock was embedded inside him. He moaned with a mixture of discomfort and pure lust. His body shuddered as my complete possession of him triggered his first orgasm.

His anus clamped down on my cock and I had to wait until that had passed before I could begin. I gave him a few gentle thrusts to see his reaction and it was instantaneous: he pleaded for more cock and pleaded for it harder and faster. And as the loving and caring daddy I was. I gave him what he wanted. I allowed his socked feet to rest against my chest as I began to sodomize him in earnest. But as we got into the fuck, they straightened out to rest on my shoulders. I leaned over, rolling Garrett into an obscene little ball as I continued my plowing of his ass. Four times I felt his silken sheath spasm around my cock as his good orgasms ripped through him before I finally decided that I needed my own relief. I rabbit fucked him until I felt my seed racing up my shaft. I gave a cry of primal triumph and then mashed my lips on Garrett’s as my cock bucked and twitched, unloading my incestuous seed deep into his bowels.

As I came back down to earth, I could hear a worried voice coming from the phone. David was asking if Garrett was all right. I allowed Garrett’s feet to slip from my shoulders to settle around my waist. They immediately encircled my waist and tried to lock behind me. Garrett was trying to hold me inside him. The little slut wanted more. I quickly realized that Garrett was more than one man, or one teen could satisfy. But if a man and a teen worked together, it could be achieved. An idea dawned in my head. I reached over and punched the button activating the speakerphone and hanging up the receiver.