More Than I Bargained For
by Xavier L

This is a reader-requested fictional story containing sex between a father and his young teen boy. If you have a hard time separating fantasy from reality, or if this theme turns you off, you shouldn't continue reading.

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My dad and mom were making a LOT of noise last night.  In their bedroom I mean.  It kind of grossed me out, but at the same time I was curious.  I had seen my dad naked before but never hard, and I had been curious what it was like.  Especially with the way my mom often hollered while they were doing it.  I don’t know if it’s because I’m 13 and pretty much think about sex nonstop or something else, but one day I was helping them clean out stuff and noticed a used condom in their trash.  I was extremely curious and took the trash into their bathroom.  I opened the condom and sniffed.  I could smell an unusual scent.  Making sure no one was looking, I decided to taste a bit of it.  Don’t ask me why.  Like I said, I’m just fucking curious.  The salty fluid made my dick hard instantly like it was some kind of magic potion.  I licked more of it, and then took care of the trash before going into my bathroom and . . . relieving some tension.

Now that I had tasted my dad’s jizz, I found myself trying to “accidentally” run into him when he was naked.  I loved seeing his hairy chest, and that line of dark hair that ran from his belly button down into his waistband where it disappeared.  Whenever I saw him with few clothes on, or just his towel, my dick would stiffen, and I would feel almost flushed.

I started stealing his used condoms whenever I could. Since my parents fuck like rabbits, that left me with an almost daily supply of fresh jizz. I even searched his underwear and found some of his pubes.  I often sucked on those while jacking off and deeply breathed in his scent from his boxer briefs.

This continued for several days.  I guess I started paying less attention to what was going on because one day while I was in the middle of my little . . . ritual, I heard the click of a door and a lock.  I was in my parents’ bathroom.  I looked into the mirror and could see Dad standing there, the door shut.  He saw me and asked “What the fuck are you doing Marc?”

I looked at the incriminating condom in my hand and immediately dropped it.  “I. . . I . . . I. . . .,” I stammered.  How could I possibly explain this in any way that wasn’t clearly a lie? I certainly couldn’t tell the truth!

“You like drinking my cum, boy?” he said as he moved toward me.

“Dad, I. . I was just curious and . . . “ I responded backing up.  The toilet, however, was right behind me and I ended up sitting down on it clumsily.  He was right in front of me now.  I was sweating, and my heart was pounding hard in my chest.  My mouth was so dry I swallowed what little saliva I had to moisten my throat.  

“You gonna drink it, you might as well get it right from the tap, son.” I looked up at him a little confused.  “Pull my junk out and start sucking.”

I couldn’t believe my ears! This is NOT anything I had imagined. Well, I mean. . . oh hell, I don’t know what I mean.  “What?” I asked, sure I had heard wrong.

“Suck. My. Fucking. Cock.”

My hands were shaking as I reached up and grabbed his shorts and slowly pulled them down.  His cock was tenting his underwear something fierce, and I carefully peeled them down until his fat cock sprung up and stood out from his body.  I stared at his hard dick and back up at him.  I felt his hand on the back of my head, and I slowly opened my mouth and began sucking on the head of his cock as I stared at the brown bush of hair surrounding his dick.

“You can do better than that, boy!” he said, pushing his hips forward so that his meat pushed into my mouth more.  I started moving my head back and forth as his hard meat slid in my mouth.  I’ll admit it tasted so good!  His skin was salty, and I could smell a strong scent from his pubes.  “That’s more like it, Marc.  Gotta earn that cum.”  As I continued blowing him, he shoved his underwear down farther, and soon he had his hands on the back of my head as his hips basically humped my mouth.  Every so often he would push too much in making me cough, but he never seemed to miss a beat.

As I sucked on him I rubbed my crotch.  I was totally getting into this and loving it!  Soon I had my cock out and stroking it as he rammed his dick into my mouth and throat.  The more I sucked on him, the more I wanted every bit of it in my mouth, and I kept trying to get more and more of his rod into my throat, but it was difficult because his cock was long and thick. I kept working at it, though, until he started fucking my throat faster.  It felt like his dick swelled more, and I could taste saltiness that I knew wasn’t sweat at this point, but it wasn’t cum either.  His finger intertwined in my hair, and he got kind of rough as he pounded my face until suddenly there was a flood in my mouth.  I began swallowing right away as it threatened to choke me, and I could tell this was his jizz.  I swallowed eagerly as the salty liquid shot in spurts down my throat.

My hand sped up on my dick, and I shot as his I continued milking my dad’s jizz from his tool.  “From now on you get it from the source, got it?”

“Get what, Dad?”

“I don’t want to find you drinking my shit from no fuckin’ condom.  You suck it out of my cock from now on, Marc. Got it?”

“Yessir,” I responded reflexively.

“Pull my shorts back up and then get the hell out of my room. Don’t let your mother see you with that big wet spot in front of your shorts either.”

“Yessir,” I replied as I carefully returned his clothing and then fled out of the bathroom and into my room.  My head was spinning.  I had actually sucked my father’s fucking dick! I couldn’t believe it.  Worse, I couldn’t believe how much I had enjoyed it.

I got changed and stayed in my room until it was time for dinner.  Mealtime was bizarre.  Dad was like his usual self, but I felt really weird, and every time Mom looked at me funny, I got super nervous.  I was relieved when dinner was done and I could return to the shelter of my room.  I had to beat off again so I could get to sleep that night, though.

In the morning I awoke to someone shaking me.  It was Dad.  “I have to go into the office early today.  Start me off, right.”  As I shook my head to clear it, I saw him undo his robe.  His hard cock was quickly revealed, and I understood what he meant.  I moved so that I was basically squatting on my knees while I blew him.  “Yeah, that’s right, Marc! Suck that fucking cock! Get that delicious jizz,” he said as he rubbed my bare back.  After he had roughly deep throated me a few times, I started trying to do it myself.  No easy task, let me tell you!  As I worked his knob, though, his hands rubbed my bare back.  Soon I felt his hand rubbing my ass through my boxers.  I started blowing him faster, and I felt his hand actually slide into my underwear and continue rubbing my cheeks.  Then chills ran through me as I felt him pull my boxers down.  He seemed to enjoy rubbing my ass a lot.  I just concentrated on blowing him faster.  “What a good cocksucker you’ve turned out to be.”

I kept working his dick until he had me stop while he stood up.  “On your knees,” he said.  I slid onto the floors kneeling in front of him, my mouth open as his large dick plunged forward.  His hands went to both sides of my head as he started thrusting his cock deep into my throat.  I fought gagging and could feel tears running down my cheeks as he roughly fucked my mouth.  Suddenly he pulled back.  I opened my eyes to see what was going on.  He stood in front of me jerking his dick.  “Open your mouth!” he said.  I opened wide, and a few seconds later hot, ropy threads of his man juice were spraying on my face and inside my mouth.  “You look good like that,” he said after examining his work.  I could feel his cum slowly sliding down my cheek and face.  I licked the parts that were on my lips and around my mouth before he shoved his cock back into my gullet.  I sucked on it getting every last drop of his orgasm.  When he was done, he told me lick the cum off my face.  Obviously I couldn’t get my tongue to every part, so I would use my palm to wipe it down to my mouth and then would lick it and clean it from my hand with my tongue while he watched. He patted me on the head and said “Good boy” before walking out of the room.

I stayed on my knees for a bit feeling slightly dizzy.  My cock ached, and so I pulled it out of my underwear and quickly took care of it as I remembered how my dad’s dick felt sliding in my mouth and that fiery look in his eyes as he watched me clean his spooge from my face.

I ended up servicing him once or twice a day for several days.  On the weekend I had been playing video games in my room when Dad showed up.  “Come into my study.”  I paused the game and did as he said.  He was sitting in his chair rubbing his groin.  “Lock the door.”  After I did that, he told me to take all my clothes off.

“All of them?”

“Did I stutter?”  This was weird, but I went ahead and slowly stripped off my clothes.  After my shirt came off, he slid his shorts and underwear off and slowly stroked his thick meat as I removed my clothing, hesitating at the boxers.  “Off,” he said, and I finally stripped out of them.  “Come here.”  I walked over to where he sat.  Again my heart was racing almost painfully as I came to stand in front of him.  “Turn around.”  I started to do a complete circle, but when my back was turned to him, he stopped me by putting his hands on my hips.  I felt his hands rub over my ass cheeks again.  “Bend over,” he said.  

“Am I in trouble?” I asked starting to bend at the waist, wondering if I was going to be getting a spanking or something.

He chuckled.  “Well, I guess that depends on how you look at it.”  I felt his hands rubbing my ass again, and then I felt his finger probing my butthole.  “Nice,” I heard him say as his finger moved around inside me.  Now I was really fucking nervous, but finally he pulled his finger out and told me to face him on my knees.

Gratefully I dropped to my knees between his widespread legs and immediately went down on him.  “Nice and slow this time, Marc.”  I relaxed more while blowing him.  “Really savor that cock.”  I nodded my head in agreement as I allowed my tongue to explore the engorged vein on the underside of the thick shaft and run my tongue over the helmet head.  “That’s right.  You love your daddy’s cock, don’t you?”  I nodded my head.  “Love to taste that jizz running down your throat as you swallow your old man’s load.”  Again I nodded.  “My dick and you are now BFFs, son.”  That was true, too, I nodded.  “Suck on my balls.”  I released his cock and worked his large, full nuts.  The sac was sweaty. It tasted so good.  His wiry hairs felt funny against my tongue, but I had to pull one out of my mouth when it came loose.

He let me work his balls and meat for a bit before he stopped me again.  He motioned to the couch, and I walked on my knees until I was in front of the couch.  “You know, Marc,” he said, rising from the chair, “your mouth feels so good on my cock.”  I sensed a but in there somewhere. He took his finger and moved it in a circle instructing me to turn around.  I didn’t like the feel of this as I turned so my back was to him.  I heard his desk drawer open and turned to see what was going on, but he told me to keep my eyes forward.  I swallowed hard. “I love how you suck my dick, son.”  He turned his stereo on, and then I could hear his voice getting closer as he talked.  I resisted the urge to turn around and see what was going on.

Then I felt his body behind mine.  His hands slid up and down my back giving me goose flesh.  “You give a pretty mean blow job now.”  I felt his stomach pressed against my back.  I saw his hand grab one of the small pillows from the couch, and then he placed it front of my face.  “But I’m afraid I need something more sometimes than just your wonderful lips.”  I could feel my pulse pounding in my ears.  He shifted a bit, and I could feel something moving between my cheeks.

“Dad, please, no.”

“Marc, Marc, Marc,” he said, cupping my chin in his hand and turning my head toward him.  I looked into his green eyes as I felt his cock push against my hole.  “Surely you didn’t think I was going to just have you suck my cock all the time?  That would be such a waste of a nice, tight hole.”  He kissed me just as I felt the head of his dick pushing into my ass.  I instinctively clamped it closed, but that just seemed to make him push harder.

“I don’t want to do this, Dad.  It hurts!”

He pushed my head into the pillow as he replied: “You’ll get used to it.  That tight ass just needs to get stretched a bit.”  I felt more of his cock enter me, and the sting made me bite down on the pillow.  “Yeah, that virgin ass feels so damn good, son!”  I felt his lips on my cheek and neck as he kissed me.  His dick continued slowly working its way into me.

“Dad!” I lifted my head up briefly and yelled as he pushed a little too much in at once.

He shoved my head back down into the pillow before replying “Don’t worry, Marc. I’ll take it nice and easy this time.  We’ll do the hard fucking when you’re more used to my cock.”

WHAT?! I thought.  “You’re . . . going to do this . . . more?” I tried controlling my breathing.

He chuckled. “Of course! How can I ignore such a tight ass? But you’ll still be drinking plenty of cum.  I know how much you enjoy that.”  He pushed, no, shoved more of his dick as I started squirming.  I immediately put my hand back against him.  He swatted my hand away and shoved more into me.

“Okay! Okay! I won’t do that again,” I said quickly.

I could feel his thick meat moving back and forth inside me, and so I figured the worst was over.  Nope.  As soon as my hole relaxed, I felt more burning as his fat tool continued moving forward.  I was sweating profusely by now.  Every time he would stop pushing and just slowly hump me, I got my hopes up the pain part of this was gone, and then I would feel it moving deeper again.  I knew his dick was big, but now it felt like a fucking tree branch moving inside of me.

“So. Fucking. Tight!” he said as he continued working his rod into my hole.  I could feel the pillow getting wet from my slobber as I bit it hard trying to deal with the steady pain in my ass.  “If I had known you like cock so much, Marc, I would’ve started doing this a lot sooner.”

“I don’t like this part, Dad!”

I felt his weight leaning forward and could feel his breath on my ear as he replied: “You will.  Once that tight ass gets used to my cock, it’ll be easier.”

“I still won’t like it.”

He smacked my ass hard startling me. “It doesn’t fucking matter why you like, Marc. Now that I’ve had a taste of your sweet hole, that ass is mine.”  Then he pushed more of his dick into me for emphasis. “And sometime soon you’ll be getting it good and hard just like I give it your mom.  I can’t wait to see your face as you ride it.”

At this point I figured it was in my best interest to shut up, especially since he pushed more cock into my aching hole.

A few moments later he said “You’re so fucking tight, I can’t take much more, boy.” I noticed him speed up.  His dick moved inside me more quickly. “Goddamn!” he said going just a little faster, and then I felt his teeth bite into my shoulder right before he suddenly froze.  I could feel his dick jerking inside my hole as he came.

He left his cock in my butt for what felt like several minutes before finally pulling it out.  As he stood up and watched me move from my now uncomfortable position, he smiled and said “Well, you got just over half of it in you. Maybe next time I can get it all in.”

I could feel my mouth fall open.  As much as that hurt? “That was only half?”

“A little bit more than that,” he said smiling.  “Daddy’s got a big fuckin’ cock.” Yeah, no shit.  He stood in front of me and moved his hand over my bare chest and then my tummy.  Then he moved behind me.  As he pressed against me, he continued moving his hands up and down my front. “You feel so good under me, Marc.  I can’t wait for the next time.”  He continued examining me with his hands for a few moments before letting me go and telling me I could get dressed.

I got out of there as quick as I could.  I was afraid he’d get hard again and want to “stretch it out” some more.  My ass ached bad, so I put on my trunks and got into our hot tub.  That helped Mom’s backaches, so maybe it would help my pain!  It did help some, but I found myself aware of my butt the rest of the damn day.

Dad was weird with me now.  Not in a bad way.  He just seemed to pay more attention to me, and he was more affectionate, hugging me, massaging my shoulders, and stuff.  I did get a little nervous at one point when we were downstairs watching a movie, and he told me to put my hand in his shorts and play with his dick until Mom joined us.  I thought for sure this was going to end up with my underwear around my ankles or something, but it didn’t.  Then when I went to bed I went into his study to say goodnight.  I went to give him a kiss on his cheek, but he turned his head.  I felt his strong fingers hold my head as his tongue pushed its way into my mouth, and he frenched me.

At first it was so gross! Just the idea of my dad’s tongue in my mouth, but I’ll admit as he did it I started really getting into it.  I could even feel myself getting wood.  When he released me, we both wiped slobber from our mouths, and he gave me a slap on the ass as he said “Sweet dreams.”  I walked to my room feeling slightly dizzy again.  This was all so weird.  

At some point during the night I awoke to the feeling of my boxers being pulled down.  I obviously hadn’t been expecting this, so I turned as they went past my knees.  “Hey, Marc,” Dad’s voice greeted me as I felt them come off my feet.  He moved on top of me and kissed me hard.  “Needed some more of that sweet ass!” he said, and then he was rolling me onto my stomach.  I tried to resist, but I already knew that wasn’t going to work.  As soon as I turned over, his dick was sliding back inside me.  I buried my face in my pillow as the thick meat once again began advancing in my butt.  Couldn’t he just have fucked Mom instead? I thought as white light flashed behind my eyelids as he slid his fat tool deeper.

I felt his knees go between my legs pushing them apart, and then his strong arms slid under mine as he stuffed my hole with his hard flesh.  I figured it would hurt less this time, but that was wishful thinking.  Just my rotten luck that assholes take longer to stretch out.  I focused on trying to force my throbbing hole to relax.  It sounds easier than it’s done, especially with something that thick and hard invading it.  I felt him working his cock back and forth like before, my ass being stretched and widened as his fat cock moved inside it.

“There was a faggot in high school I used to let give me head, but he would never let me fuck him.  Said my cock was too big.  Always wondered what I was missing out on.”  It felt weird having Dad’s naked body pressed against mine as his hips rose and fell, moving his tool rhythmically inside my hole.  I had a mouthful of pillow almost the entire time, only releasing it to take a big gulp of air.  “And never did I imagine I’d have my own son’s ass to plow. How fuckin’ lucky is that?”

Lucky for whom! I wondered.  I won’t deny there was some pleasure.  When he got a good amount of his meat inside me, it did feel good.  Along with the burn. But it didn’t feel good enough that I’d soon be eager to have him fucking me again.  That was for damn sure!

Dad kept his same pace going the whole time.  I wondered what he would do when my ass could finally handle his cock more readily, when he could insert all of his rod inside me as he so desperately wanted to do.  He lasted a little longer this time, and I was so relieved when he finally came.  It hurt a little even as he pulled his big dick out.

It took me a bit to fall back asleep.  Luckily the amount of discomfort kept me from getting hard, so I didn’t have to worry about blue balls or a throbbing hard-on, too.  In the morning he woke me up again, but this time he only wanted a blowjob.  I figured if I did a really good job with this he would give up on fucking me, so I tried hard to give him the best head of his life.  I deep throated him, lodged his cock deep in my throat while I gagged, licked and sucked on his balls, sucked on just the tip, went in cycles of good and fast and nice and slow.  When he finally rewarded me with his salty load, he said “Fuck, Marc! If you could fuck like you suck, I’d be the happiest man alive!”  That wasn’t quite what I wanted to hear.  I offered to keep blowing him, but he had to go to work, and I had to get ready for school he reminded me.

During the day I tried to think of what else I could do to avoid taking it in the rear.  I decided to be proactive.  As soon as we had a chance to be alone tonight, I would blow him good without him asking. Maybe that would be enough! I thought.  So later that evening, when Dad was home and working in his study, I went inside.  When I greeted him, he turned his chair around.  I immediately dropped to my knees, fished his cock out and began sucking on it before it was even hard.  “You sure like your old man’s cock, don’t you?”

“Yes, Dad! So good!” I said going to town on his stiff meat.  I felt his strong fingers in my hair as I sucked his cock as if it meant life or death.

After a bit he stopped me.  “Stand up,” he said.  I watched as his hand rubbed my wood through my pants.  He smiled to see how excited my cock was.  “Let’s take this a place with a little more privacy,” he said.  He stuffed his thick manhood back into his pants, adjusted it, and then we headed to the yard.  Mom was busy cooking dinner, and he told her I was going to help him out in the shed.

When we got to the shed, he shut and locked the door.  I moved against the work bench as I looked out the window to make sure Mom couldn’t see us from inside or if she came into the yard.  I heard music turn on, and then Dad was behind me.  His fingers undid my zipper and then the buttons on my jeans.  I felt his rough hands as he slid my pants and underwear down.  Then his fingers were on my stiffy, and he slowly stroked me.  God it felt so fucking good!  Then his fingers left me, and I felt his pants moving down.  I tried to turn around so I could continue sucking him off, but that wasn’t what he wanted.  He wasted no time in introducing his cock back into my hole.  As his dick invaded my ass yet again, his hands slid under my shirt and traveled up my sides as he stripped it off me.  “I like to feel your smooth skin while I fuck you,” he explained without prompting.

“But. . . what about Mom?” I asked grasping at straws.

“She won’t be bothering us. Here, you’ll want this in your mouth.” He handed me some wadded up cloth.

“Why?”

“’Cause I’m tired of messing around.  Sometimes you just gotta rip the Band-Aid right off.  So you’re getting all 9+ inches, baby.”

“It’ll hurt too much, Dad!” I protested.

He pushed his thick meat into me before responding: “Not once you get used to it.  I’m tired of this slow shit.  I want to fuck you properly, and for that you gotta be looser.  And every inch of cock that isn’t buried in your hot ass is just a waste, man. We don’t want to be wasteful, do we?” he said as he pushed more into me.  I bit down on the wadded cloth hard as I braced myself for the pain.  He certainly wasn’t joking.  This . . . session was a lot more no-nonsense than the previous ones.  He steadily fed my burning hole his fat cock. At one point he stopped and whispered into my ear: “You know I love you, right?”  I nodded my head.  “Good.” And with that I felt the final push.  

Rather than feed it to me, slowly hump, feed some more, he just kept pushing it forward as fast as it would go.  My ass clamped down against his rod, but it wasn’t enough to stop the advance.  It kept creeping inside me as I strained to endure it, and then suddenly it just popped the rest of the way in.  Once it did, I began feeling intense pleasure right away.  My ass still hurt like a mother fucker, but now the pain competed for some seriously intense ecstasy.  Like all my nerves were on fire or something.

“You did it, son!” he said proudly, his teeth gently biting my ear.  I could feel him pressed against me, both of our bodies damp.  He grabbed my chin and pulled my face to the side, and then he kissed me hard as his dick began moving back and forth in my resisting ass.  “I can’t wait until I can fuck you good and hard, hearing you beg me for more.”  His hips were moving steadily, and I could feel my ass muscles slowly relaxing.  After a bit he said “Get on your hands and knees. I wanna do you doggy!”

We moved together as one unit, his dick firmly lodged in my hole.  Once I was on all fours, his fingers gripped my hips, and then he began fucking me harder than he had before.  As he humped me I felt pressure building in my groin, and soon I had spit out the cloth and was moaning as my orgasm built rapidly.  I even felt myself moving my ass backward every time he pulled his dick back. “YES!” he yelled when I started to fuck myself in time with his movements. “You want that fucking cock!”  He picked up speed, and my dick exploded.  I cried out as my wood twitched shooting jizz all over the floor beneath me.  Dad picked up speed in response to my sounds of pleasure, and a few moments later he was crying out as well.  “FUCK!” he said after a few seconds.  He smacked me on the bum.  “Son of a fucking bitch!”

As his dick continued twitching, we heard Mom’s voice calling us in for dinner.  He pulled out, and he helped me to my feet.  Once I was standing he pinned me against the door, his tongue roughly thrust into my mouth.  He kissed me hard as his hand rubbed my limp member.  I rubbed his still-swollen rod as I kissed him back.  He pulled away a few seconds later.  His green eyes burned into mine as he said “My cock fucking owns you boy!”

We got dressed and headed into the house for our meal.  My butt hurt so bad, but I also was feeling things I never had.  After dinner when Mom went to take a shower, Dad had me laying on my back on the couch.  He kissed me as his groin ground against me.  I slid my hand into his shorts and played with his dick as we made out.  For the rest of the night whenever she stepped out of the room, Dad’s tongue was in my mouth.  I could feel his lust, and I wondered if he would be able to contain it much longer.

To my surprise he didn’t come in during the night or in the morning.  He gave me a quick tongue kiss before leaving for work.  I was kind of relieved to be honest.  I went to school with my ass hurting less, and that was fine by me!  When I got home, I began doing my homework.  I almost jumped when Dad walked into the house calling my name.  “You’re home early,” I said as he walked into the kitchen.  He grabbed me by the arm and yanked me out of my seat.  “Dad! What’s the matter? What did I do?” I asked as he briskly led me to my room.  He shoved me onto the bed as he loosened his tie.

“Get those fucking pants off!” he said as he yanked his dress shirt out of his pants.  My hands trembled slightly as I moved to quickly obey him not knowing just what the fuck was going on, especially when I saw him undoing his belt.

“What did I do?” I asked again as I pulled my pants off my legs.

“Underwear, too,” he said undoing his pants and shoving them and his underwear down.  His fat meat was rock hard.  As I pulled my boxers off, I watched him spread lube on his cock.  “Roll the fuck over!” he said dropping the lube to the floor.  I quickly moved onto my stomach, and he grabbed my legs and yanked my hips to the edge of the bed.  He shoved my legs apart, and then he was on top of me.  His cock roughly entered me.  I bit my blanket as he just kind of shoved his whole length into my butt not so gently.  “Fuck! I gotta have that ass!” he said while filling my bum with his tool. “Ready or not, son, you’re getting fucked hard!” was all he said before he started humping.

I did my best to relax, but it was difficult.  His almost 10 inches of hard meat was sliding back and forth fiercely in my hole.  He slapped loudly against me every time he thrust his dick into me.  I could hear my headboard banging against the wall as he slammed into me.  I was also pretty sure I could feel his balls smacking against me as he plowed my hole.  “Fuck yes! That’s it. You and I are going away this weekend.”

“Where to?”

“A fucking hotel so I can bang your tight ass as often, as hard, and for as long as I want without having to worry about your fucking mother interrupting us.”  I wasn’t so sure I liked the sound of that.  He was kind of scaring me with his almost animal lust.  He stopped suddenly, and I could feel him slowly withdrawing his dick from my butt.  Was he done already?  Then he rammed it back in.  His hands gripped my shoulders firmly as he did it again.  I moaned loudly. “You love that fucking bone up your ass!”

“Dad!” I yelled.

“Daddy! When you have my cock in you, you call me ‘Daddy’.”

“Yes. . . Daddy!” I replied as he returned to pounding me briskly.

When he slowed down again, I felt his hot breath at my ear.  “How’s Daddy’s cock feel buried in your sweet, young ass?”

“Good, Daddy.  It feels good,” I kind of lied.

“We’re going to have such a good weekend, Marc! I can’t wait to watch you sit on Daddy’s fat cock and ride it like a horsey. You like that idea, don’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy!”

“Of course you do.”  He returned to pounding me hard for several minutes before pulling out. “Get on your back,” he said.  He hiked my legs up and entered me again and continued ramming my hole.  The bed was creaking beneath us.  I gripped the blanket trying to steady myself as he pounded my ass.  Soon he began swearing again.  His face was red, and I could see the veins on his temples stand out.  He leaned down and kissed me passionately, and soon after I felt him coming inside my hole again.  His weight rested against me more as his dick twitched like crazy.  “Fuck you’re so damn hot!” he said.  He began kissing my neck and then moved to my chest.  Slowly he worked his way down to my belly.  “Don’t expect this too often,” he said, and then I shivered as I felt my dick disappear into his mouth.  I was quickly rethinking my reluctance about this weekend at this point!