Punishment at night
The man I saw on the screen was uncut, shaved his pubes, and was a little over five inches long. It was beautiful. I'd only been gazing at it lustfully for about 10 seconds before I started envisioning him forcing it into my mouth to see what I could do.
But the world is a cruel and unjust place. As soon as the arousing thoughts started entered my mind, my father opened my bedroom door. I saw the movement in the corner of my eye. He just stood for about 4 seconds, staring at me with my secret manporn on the computer screen, and then closed the door again.
"Fuck!" I whisper-yelled. I zipped up my fly and knew that today's fun was over. I had taken a year off before I went to university, I spent my jobless days sleeping in, applying for work, looking at porn while my parents were at work, feeling depressed, and that's about it. My parents hated it; maybe even more than I did. Almost every day, I was told I'd have to start paying rent, or find a job, or something.
I wasn't sure whether to stay and cower in my room or go find Dad to face the music. About 10 minutes passed before I decided I should explain some things to Dad. For instance, I still wasn't entirely sure he knew I was gay. When I came down, Dad was mindlessly flicking through the TV channels in the lounge room, while sitting on his Chair. Before I could say something, he already started speaking:
"When you said you were looking for jobs, this isn't exactly what your mother and I had in mind." He didn't even look up from the TV. His tone made it impossible to tell if he was joking or pissed off.
"That's not-" I sighed. "Look, I'm sorry but I can't spend every waking hour applying for jobs every single day." I considered pushing further but thought better of it.
He turned off the TV and came over to the lounge with me. He sat down right next to me, his leg resting against mine. I could smell his body. "I know your mother's more lenient on this matter than I am, but honestly, you need to start contributing." This wasn't the topic of conversation I was expecting.
"But how? Everywhere outs looking for 5 years experience, even for entry level jobs. If you can either fix the job market or find me some other way to pay my way, I'd be glad to do it."
"Well," my father grinned at me, "there is something you'll be good at."
I was confused, not only because I'd never seen that devilish grin on my father's ruggedly handsome face before.
"It all makes sense now. I've seen the way you've been looking at me," he said. "At this." He unzipped his fly and flipped his dick out. I had seen a great many cocks in porn, but before today, the only dick I'd ever seen in the flesh was my own. Dad's cock was already hardening, it being a good 7 incher, while being uncircumcised, quite thick and with a vein or two on the sides. It almost resembled a Red bull can. I had no idea what to do; I couldn't tell if he was joking, if Dad knew how I felt about him and felt the same way, or if this was some kind of fucked up punishment for what he'd seen me do. "Time for you to start paying the rent, boy."
I didn't even have time to pretend to resist his proposition. With one fluid motion, he grabbed me by the back of my head and pushed me down towards his half-hard dick. Instinct and lust took over, and I opened my mouth wide, eager to taste my father's cock, my literal first taste of incest. He buried my face in his thick pubic hairs. I breathed in his strong, manly odor. Dad groaned with pleasure when I wrapped my lips around his thick, hot cockhead and let him slide his dick - the same big big cock that made me - as far down my throat as it would go. I closed my eyes and let him control my head, sliding my mouth up and down his hardening, throbbing member. His cock tasted salty with a hint of sweetness - mixed with an almost intoxicating masculine musk. Dad started thrusting his hips in time to his manipulation of my head, fucking my face and moaning with delight.
It took me a while to register it, but so help me god, I was enjoying it, too. I could feel my cock getting hot in my pants, straining against my boxers, creating a noticeable bulge in my shorts. I could feel the precum starting to ooze out of the tip of my dick, leaving a wet patch on my boxers. I moaned as Dad facefucked me, faster and faster. I reached out and started caressing his thighs while sucking his cock, then moved my hands underneath his shirt and started rubbing his hairy chest and paunchy stomach. His body felt so hard, so rough, and so hairy - and I fucking loved it.
I pulled my hands free from his shirt and used them to pull my head away from Dad's big, delicious cock. "Just a sec," I gasped. Catching my breath, I hopped off the sofa and onto my knees in between Dad's legs. With one trembling hand, I nervously reached out and grabbed hold of Dad's cock and started jerking it slowly. He didn't seem to mind. With my spare hand, I undid my belt and fly and pulled my pants down around my knees, showing Dad my moist, incredibly hard, throbbing cock in case he was interested. With that done, I lowered my head and resumed sucking my father's dick, stroking it while I licked his cockhead and swallowed the combination of precum and saliva that coated its length.
Before long, I heard Dad's breathing getting faster, and his legs started to twitch. I smiled, pleased with my progress as a first time cocksucker. Somehow, Dad's cock got even harder the closer he came to cumming, swelling inside my mouth. Then, like magic, he was there. He groaned loudly as his cock spasmed in my mouth, his body jerking while he orgasmed. I felt each spurt of cum working its way up my father's cock, and into my mouth where it shot into the back of my throat and the roof of my mouth. I kept my lips wrapped tight around his dick, not wanting to spill a drop. About 20 seconds later, my mouth was full of Dad's cum. Carefully, I slid my lips off his cock and swallowed the entire salty-bitter load. I winced at the taste, but regretted nothing.
Dad was clearly not done with me yet, though. He pushed me down onto the carpet and leapt on top of me, pinning me to the ground with his hard, warm body. He held my biceps in each hand and put his lips on mine. I opened my mouth and let his tongue slide into my mouth and run circles around my own. I moaned into my father's open mouth and started grinding my hard cock against his leg, leaving a sizable wet patch of precum on his trousers. He sucked at my tongue and my lower lip as we made out, breathless and overwhelmed with incestuous lust for each other. Making out with my father was so different from how I imagined. It wasn't just the incest factor; Dad was stronger, bigger and more experienced than I anticipated.
Dad eventually released my arms from his steely grip, and I immediately embraced his hard body, caressing his back and running my fingers through his thick, dark, hair. His hands likewise free to explore, Dad propped himself up on one arm while his other explored my body. He ran his fingers from my face, down my neck, over my hairless chest, down my tight stomach and came to a stop at my naked, hard, throbbing cock. He traced his fingers over my smooth skin where my pubic hair "should" be, then lightly caressed my balls. I moaned something about how it "felt so good" into his mouth, then kept kissing him deeply and passionately.
Dad sucked at my earlobe and moaned into my ear. I stared into his dazzling brown eyes while I shoved my tongue into his mouth, wrapped my arms around his torso and prayed to god that this would last forever.
Dad pulled his face away from mine and he stared at the sight before him: his son lying on the carpet of the lounge room, completely overwhelmed with passion, naked from the waist down. "Wha-?" I propped myself up on my elbows and looked up at Dad. "So, that's it? We're done?"
"Absolutely - for now. But you still owe me a shitload of rent; we'll be doing this for quite some time yet." He bent over "See you tonight."
***
I went to bed around midnight that night, and fell asleep surprisingly quickly considering how much was on my mind. At 3:20 that morning, I awoke to Dad climbing into my bed. I mumbled something incoherent while trying to open my eyes. My eyes hadn't even fully focused when Dad asked me, "Ready for round two?" I groaned for a second or two while my eyes woke up.
Dad was lying against me, I could feel his chest against my back, and his thick hard cock rubbing against my ass. I could feel it throbbing with the wet tip leaving wet trails on my cheeks. I had almost forgotten how big and intimidating it was in the 12 hours that had passed since his lunchtime visit.
Wasting no more time, Dad rolled me onto my front and started pulling down my pyjamas, feeling his breathing in my neck. Dad pulled at the waistband of my pants, and slid them down my legs. I kicked my pants off my feet and Dad laid on top of me, both of us now fully naked while I felt his heavy body pushing me into the bed and his big cock grinding against my ass. Trapping me in place.
"God, you're so fucking sexy," Dad whispered while he nibbled my earlobe.
I'd spent far too many years fantasizing about hearing Dad say that. He responded with a grind of his hips. He wrapped both of his hands around me, kissed my neck and started grinding his big, hard cock against my ass. I gripped the sheets with my hands and started grinding back. We both groaned and moaned while I felt the wet trails of his cock eventually starting to lube up my ring.
It was about that point that my horniness finally gave way to nerves. I was nowhere near ready enough to take any dick inside me, let alone my Dad's thick monster. God, I wanted him inside me so bad, but at the same time I wished I'd had some time to allow myself to properly accommodate him. I braced myself for the agony that no doubt awaited me.
None came. Instead, I felt Dad's soft, mushroom head moving slowly push into my butt crack, down to my asshole, and down to my ballsack, then all the way back up again. I couldn't help but shudder and moan like an idiot. Dad didn't seem to mind; him grinding against me, shortening his thrusts until he was just focused on my incredibly sensitive asshole. He grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them, increasing his access to my most private area.
Dad's patience eventually started to tire out. That, or his desire just became too great to ignore. He stopped teasing me and I felt his hand move against my back, until it graced my ass and I felt his hot, hard mushroom head press insistently against me while he lined himself up, ready to fuck me.
"Ready to start paying your rent back?" I couldn't tell if he was trying to put me at ease with a joke, or whether he was totally serious. Either way, I replied with a nervous "Uh-huh" and tried my best to relax, giving full control of my body to my father.
I slowly felt myself spreading while he eased his cock inside me, his free hand pushing me into the bed. On top of the exciting and new physical sensations of giving my father my virginity, I was in such a vulnerable position in many ways, and I had to put all my trust in Dad. I was giving all of myself to him.
I lowered my head and moaned into the pillow, inadvertently but not unhappily granting Dad a better angle to work his thick dick into my virgin ass. With each tiny bit of his cock that he slid into my asshole, I stretched more and more, hurting a little more each time. It was the best pain I'd ever felt in my life, and it kept building the more he forced his way into my incredibly willing, incredibly tight virgin passage. Inch by inch, my dominant father made his way deeper inside me.
"Good boy," he moaned quietly when, finally, he had buried the full length of his thick cock in my ass. He then slowly pulled out more than halfway before spitting on his shaft, then repeating the slow insertion. He kept doing that over and over, increasing in speed each time. It was amazing how quickly the pain gave way to pleasure. I soon found myself thrusting my hips back and forth, trying to stifle my groans of pure pleasure at the feeling of Dad taking me from behind, showing me the kind of love I'd always craved from him.
Not even five minutes had passed since he first started penetrating me, but I very quickly started enjoying the entire situation. He started thrusting faster and faster, Dad enjoying the sensation of fucking such a tight, willing hole, and me relishing the feeling of Dad's mammoth cock sliding its way in and out of me, loving submitting to him.
He grabbed onto my hips for purchase as he picked up in speed, feeling his hips slam against me. It already felt great, but then I felt his cock rubbing against my prostate. Holy shit, it was incredible. I moaned loudly into the pillow and started rocking my hips as fast as I could, getting Dad to fuck me faster and harder. The sensation of his cock inside me, massaging my prostate and sliding in and out of my asshole, got me closer and closer as he fucked me.
I lasted about a minute or two before I told my Dad "Oh fuck." Probably three seconds later, I exploded for the first time that day. I shot so much cum onto the sheets while I groaned uncontrollably. I felt everything tensing up while I orgasmed, including my asshole. I was squeezing Dad's cock as hard as I could while he fucked me faster and faster still. My body was in a state of bliss, full of post-orgasmic endorphins, love and my Dad's cock.
Dad lasted less than a minute later before he groaned "Cumming." And then he moaned while I felt a heat explode inside me, grabbing my hips hard. He thrust as deep as he could while he filled my ass up with his semen. I felt every shot of white hot cum as it erupted out of my Dad's big cock and shot into my body, filling me up with the same cum and genetic code he'd filled Mum up with to make me. It felt amazing; I found myself wishing he'd saved his load from earlier and shot that inside me too.
The feeling when he withdrew was also an interesting new experience. Dad slid his cock out of me and another wave of pleasure coursed through my body. I felt my asshole spring back into shape after stretching so wide for my father's meat. I collapsed face down, lying in a pool of my own cum. I must have had the world's stupidest smile on my face. Dad lay on top of me and breathed in my ear.
"God, I can't believe I took all of you."
"You were so fucking tight."
"Well, you were my first," I confided.
He stared at the ceiling, laying on his back, his deflating cock lying to one side. "Holy fuck, I can't believe we did that. No regrets though." I nodded.
He spanked me again before he left. I watched him gather up his boxers from the floor. God, he had such a great body. Solid, dark, fairly hairy, some tattoos... Yes, my Dad was a bit of a Bear. I compared his big strong body to mine - thin, all my body hair either waxed or shaved - and I guess it was no surprise I envied his looks. I'm a twink whether I like it or not. I just felt so lucky to be with my Dad after wanting him for so long. I watched him pull his boxers on and leave my room. I can't remember the last time I went to sleep so tired and exhausted.
***
The next day, I woke up feeling ravished and more than a little sore. As I replayed the night's events back in my head, one thing was for sure, I'm going to make him fuck me again.