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I open wide, before I can even think about what I’m doing. In slides his salty, tangy meat, filling the whole space of my mouth. My tongue and cheeks stretch tight around it. He grips my hair roughly, one hand on each side of my head, pulling my mouth right down the thick base of his dick, right to the gritty tangle of pubic hair.

He holds me here. I feel his cock head pressing at the back of my mouth, almost plunging to my throat. I’m glad he’s not eight inches like me. His cock is thick, but the length is just right for my mouth. I swallow around it, sucking on the length like a baby’s mouth on a soother.

I’ve never imagined sucking a cock, whether I’d like it or hate it. I don’t like Dad’s taste, the more it saturates my taste buds now. It’s more sour, pungent like the odor of the pubes he’s pressing my face against. I wouldn’t want to suck this long, wouldn’t want to lick it, bob up and down like some chick in a porn film.

But it’s my dad’s dick, my dad’s feeding it to me, making me do this, controlling me with his words. I look up again, into his eyes. He’s gritting his teeth together now, eyes narrowed more, his face twisted deeper with that possessive glare. I’ll suck this dick as long as he wants, however he wants, I’ll fill my mouth with this sour taste, my nose with this manly stink … so long as he keeps looking at me that way.

“Spit on it,” he commands. He tugs my head back, tightening those fists around my hair, tugs my lips away and suddenly my mouth feels empty from the contrast. “Cover it with spit, lots of spit. That’s all you get, when I stuff this in your hole.”

I gather saliva, sucking my cheeks in tight, working suction with my tongue, drawing every bit of wetness I can together.

His boner hovers in front of my mouth. I aim, and release.

A foamy gob smacks right onto the flushed tip, streaking down the shaft. Already, I’m gathering more, working my mouth fiercely. I spit again.

I miss that time, but I keep working up more spit, aiming at his cock.

Dad doesn’t help me. He’s gripping my hair so tight he’s pulling it. He’s testing me, I know, testing his clever son, his straight-A overachiever. I’ll show him. Just like I’m still pulling my butt cheeks wide, still rubbing my hole against the carpet, doing as he’s told me. I’ll do everything perfectly, show him what a special son I can be.

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“You really are drunk,” I tell him. “Here, let me help you.”

I put one hand on each of his hips, pulling him back from the table, helping him stand upright. It’s impossible for my jutting erection not to touch his buns. I’m ready to apologize, but Colin says nothing.

He’s still hard. I reach around, taking his erection in both hands, working up and down the shaft.

“That feels good,” he says. “You know what you’re doing.”

“It always feels good when someone else does it,” I say.

“I prefer if something is up my butt,” he says.

“I use a butt-plug when I jerk off.”

Colin nudges his waist back, toward my erection. His butt crack slides around my dick, welcoming it into its cocoon of warmth. “Stick it in,” Colin says. “That will help me cum.”

He’s not wrong. I find I shoot even more with my butt plug. It helps me get even more pressure in that second when my cumshots start to twitch at the base.

“You realize I’ll be fucking you then,” I tell him.

“You’re just helping me out. And anyway, it’s our secret.”

Our secret. Fuck. This chemistry lesson has just gone to places I would never have imagined.

“I’d need lube,” I tell him.

“Use spit,” he says. “That’s what Dad uses.”

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My dick was already soft as the door slammed shut. I lay there with my pants off still, wondering what to do.

I had more calculus homework, enough to last all evening. I went to my desk, still with no pants on. Opening my math book, I couldn’t focus. I tugged on my limp dick instead, thinking about what I’d done with my dad and how badly I wanted to get that back.

The next thing I knew, I was clicking at my computer instead. I had a search window open and was typing in “dad son fucking”. The images that came up got me hard. I ended up on blogs and blog feeds. Some even had stories on them.

My dick was fully stiff now. I was jerking it, as I scrolled through images, read some of the stories. Shit, these stories were explicit. Sons begged their dads to get fucked. In one picture, a boy who looked a lot like me was on his knees, and a burly man who was bulkier than dad was behind him, his cock angled toward the boy’s hole. The boy was spreading his cheeks wide and looking back over his shoulder.

“Is this what you want, Daddy?” the caption read.

“Oh yeah, son. You make your Daddy so stiff.”

“Use my hole for that stiff Daddy dick.”

“You’ll make me shoot out all my cum if I do.”

“Dump your cum all inside me. Use me, Daddy.”

Fuck, that got me so hard, reading it, looking at the pictures, scrolling through more. I kept jerking, and pleasure built up in my balls. I read more stories, link-hopping from blog to blog, turned on even more each time I read how each son had no problem telling his dad he wanted to get his boy hole used, how the dad told him how much he wanted to use him.

Fuck, why couldn’t Dad do that to me? Why did I have to be so quiet and awkward around him? Why couldn’t I be like those sons who were begging as they spread their holes, raised their legs, sat their plump butt on their dad’s stiff prick?

That tingling in my balls was building, as I kept on clicking on those images, reading more stories, kept wishing it was me in those positions. Instead of my hand, it was my dad’s hand on my cock. I was begging him to make me cum, and he told me I was a good boy, like the dads in the images I was clicking through.

Holy shit, my cock exploded so fast with pleasure. It made my eyes water.

It all happened to fast I didn’t have time to think about the mess. My load shot in thick white streams up, all over my keyboard, shot after shot. One hit the monitor, dripping down the image of two thick, meaty boy buns. My heart hammered, as I shot and shot. Holy fuck, my computer would be ruined after this, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to shoot all this juice out, keep thinking of my dad’s hand on my cock instead.

What a fucking mess. My balls were empty, sticky white stuff oozing down on my knuckles now, pleasure gone. Damn, I wished Dad would come in right now and find me.

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Colin slides back down, pressing his butt hard against my crotch. This time there’s no denying how deliberate the motion is, no denying the pleasure that throbs in my shaft.

“You need good leverage, Dad,” he says. “Don’t worry, it’s just a game.”

Just a game. That’s what I try to tell myself, as the dull pleasure builds, as I don’t pull my hard cock away like I should.

Just a game. I need to flip him over. That’s all. I ignore the pleasure, leaning forward, using my leverage. I’ll flip him over so fast, this will be over so soon, and we’ll never talk about this.

He’s moving. There, just like I wanted. Except…

He flexes his butt tight against my shaft. The way I’m leaning over him, the length is buried between his cheeks. I’ll have him flipped over in one swift motion now, but my heart is pounding, and a part of me wants to stop, just for a moment. Stop and feel those meaty, smooth buns flexing around my shaft, wrap my arms around him and tell him to keep squeezing just like that, keep squeezing until my hot load blasts out, squirting through my shorts, carried away on the water. Just this once, then we’d never talk about it again, we’d go back to our beers and the rest of our day. I’d get off and wouldn’t have these stupid thoughts anymore, and I’d masturbate every day to keep these hormones in check.

Just this once. Yeah, all I have to do is hold him here, press a little with my dick, spike this pleasure higher. I can already tell by how my heart’s pounding and the shaft is throbbing that it would take just a few seconds, just a bit of pressure, a few covert thrusts, and I’d shoot my jizz out through my shorts, empty these fucking balls and get back on track. 

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