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My son Colby and I lived on a 1.2-acre property that I inherited from my when she died. The property was located in an upscale neighborhood on the major of a major city in an eastern state.
My great-grandchildren acquired the 80-hectare property in 1910, when it was still still rural. My grandfather owned a very successful sawmill, a lumberyard, and a hardware store on the outskirts of town. Since he the obtained materials at cost, he built the family home over the next three years with the help of friends in the construction industry—a high-quality building with many charming details. The two-story, classic weight had a wide porch at the front and on both sides, as well as a covered balcony for the master bedroom on the second floor.
It had a classic living room, a large living room, a separate dining room and a large country-style kitchen. There were six bedrooms and three bathrooms as many children were expected. But the birth of her second son was difficult, and my great-grandmother remained barren. Her oldest son died in an accident at the beginning of the depression, so my grandfather stayed an only child. While the U.S. went through the Korean War, my grandfather took over the business.
Both my great-grandson and my grandson were very smart businessmen and had already opened two more shops in the city. They had already received offers for the property and knew that a task was inevitable. So they did the next best thing: they took control. They planned a housing estate with our 1.2 hectares in the middle. My great-grandson died before the project even got underway, so my grandfather took over the property, teamed up with some building friends and started the development.
In 1948, he divided it up and began selling land of one acre each and building houses. In the process, they separated 6 hectares, covering two sides of the property, from the road to create a park. On the other sides they built roads, so that our property was practically an island without direct neighbors. Grandpa built a 2.7-meter-high wrought iron fence around the 1.2-hectare plot. He welded the parts together in his spare time himself, planting bushes and trees along the outer border, as well as in some places inside. When Eisenhower became president, all the plots were sold, and three dozen homes were shot out of the ground.
My father was born, and the Strampler syndrome lived on. When he was a young teenager, the development was complete, and there were many large houses with beautiful lawns. The park area was left to the city under the condition of remaining permanently park-like, and the building area was built in such a way that the plots could not be divided.
My father married, and they lived with the grandparents because it was free and practical since my father was in the military. My parents divorced shortly after my fourth birthday, and my mother moved on. My father was a professional soldier with the Marines in the rank of Master Sergeant and was sent to the Middle East. My grandparents' house was a safe and stable place for me while my father was out to kill rags, so I stayed there. Sadly, he died in the sandbox shortly after my eighth birthday.
For my grandparents, the sun was shining out of my mind. I was an only child, so they showered me with love, affection, toys and possessions. Some might have said I was spoiled, but that wasn't true. Yes, I had a lot and got a lot, but I worked for it by helping my grandpa to maintain the beautiful gardens and emerald lawn areas. I also helped with the clean-up and did minor work in one of his hardware stores. They were not strict, but not forgiving either.
I got away with some of them, but they had high expectations and expected me to live up to them. I was expected to have good grades at school, play a musical instrument and do age-appropriate sport. And I did. I grew up, attended the local university and graduated with distinction. Then I took over the management of my grandfather's three timber storage and hardware stores. I met a girl, she got pregnant, and a year later Colby was born.
Colby's mother was beautiful in every way, but also difficult. We never married because she didn't want to commit. When Colby two turned, she left him almost saying without goodbye, so Colby and I moved in with the grandchildren. Six months later, I was granted sole custody due to her neglect.
My grandfather died when Colby was nine, and my grandmother died the following year. Until then, they had done a good job raising my son just as they had raised me, albeit with a bit more freedom. Like his mother, Colby was beautiful from the moment he was spat out of her cunt. His skin was almost perfect, with only a small freckle, or perhaps more, located low down on his right cheek. His hair was almost platinum blonde, with a slight yellow tint depending on the light.
He wore his hair full, just above his earlobes, with the occasional longer strand. He parted his hair on the left, and his longer bangs accentuated his hazel eyes. Perfect lips and teeth completed the look, and from the age of six, the girls, and I suspect some of the boys too, were completely smitten with him. He was also a very sweet, considerate, and well-behaved boy. He never even got a spanking because his behavior didn't warrant it. Colby also had very little sense of shame, but in a healthy way.
He ran around naked whenever it was appropriate until he was almost eight years old. Neither my grandparents nor my father were ever people who wanted to hide their bodies. Not that they would have run around naked, but they simply saw no harm in it, especially not for children. "Little children would be naked all day if you let them," my grandmother often said. Like my son, I was naked after bathing or running in the pool until I was ten and my grandfather suggested I cover up and explained puberty and such things to me.
In fact, I wore briefs and a T-shirt at home almost my entire life. That doesn't mean I always did, but definitely before getting dressed for school and after swimming. If I went to our pool after school or dinner, I often stayed in my underwear. Colby was the same.
When he was 12, he asked me about masturbation, something he'd heard about at school, but of course, only in brief. So we talked. Well, Colby had seen me naked many times in his life, most often after we'd gotten out of the pool and showered outside. He'd also seen me hard one morning, when he'd jumped into my room and bed on a weekend morning. I'd seen his young erection many times too. Like many boys, he'd absentmindedly play with himself while watching TV or a movie, and naturally, a penis would emerge.
So we chatted, and then I got the shock. He wanted me to show him how it was done. Although I was attracted to young teenagers, I had never acted on it, nor had I ever thought about my son that way. Nevertheless, I gave in to his request and used a porn magazine as a starting point. I was pleased to see my son's development, a nice, plump 12 cm long penis with a few light blond hairs at the base. Colby, in turn, was surprised by the size of my penis, as he hadn't seen it erect for a few years. I was well-endowed, not quite 10 cm thick.
We did it, and Colby witnessed my first orgasm and also experienced his first orgasm, a few watery drops of the life-giving elixir. Mine, of course, was quite an explosion. We talked about it afterward, and naturally, he had questions about how often and things like that. We never did it together again, as he never brought it up, and I certainly wouldn't have gone for it, but just as surely...
I would have masturbated with him if he had suggested it. I actually caught him doing it a few times completely by accident.
Once I walked past his room and he was busy fucking his pillow, his delicious little ass bouncing up and down. Another time he was standing in his bedroom with his back to me, his jeans and underwear hanging around his knees. The boy had a damn good boy's ass. Both times he didn't know I was there, and I didn't let him know. Once I caught him completely naked in one of the many secluded little spots in our garden. He was lying stretched out in the grass, completely naked, looking in my direction. I quickly turned and left, and he
He apologized for it later. I told him not to worry, I'd done it myself many times.
As he got older, his underwear filled out better and better, and his ass got better and better. He never wore boxer shorts, so those breasts, held in check by his underwear, were an unforgettable sight. I saw him hard in them a few times, and I wished he would ask me for another session, but he never did. I suspected that one or two of his closest friends were into boy games, which was evident from the occasional shout behind his closed bedroom door. Most of his friends who came over were playing ass-grabbing in the pool or just hanging out in the backyard. The typical "suck my dick" comments were ubiquitous, and sometimes the comments and responses seemed to hint at the usual boy games.
Through the swimming pool, I'd seen most of his friends naked at some point since they were twelve. Even at fourteen, that hadn't changed. None of them ever hesitated to see me naked. They practically flaunted their bodies, and there were some pretty nice things, with my son being at the top of the list. I also saw a few morning erections when they went to the bathroom to relieve themselves. Of course, they slept naked, but it never seemed to bother them.
So, at 14, Colby had a fine piece of sausage hanging between his hairless thighs, easily 16 centimeters long. He had hardly any pubic hair, and his heavy testicles were completely smooth. I hadn't yet seen him in person, but I desperately wanted to. And finally, I did. One of Colby's chores was mowing the lawn, and there was plenty of it, but not 1.2 hectares. As I said, there were paths through large gardens, scattered like small islands across the entire property. In these gardens, there were sometimes ponds with koi. Most were planted with bushes and other plants, and small, quiet corners were created, often with a wooden bench, which provided peace and relaxation and even invited contemplation. There was even a babbling brook running through the entire property, which you could cross using small arched bridges or large stones. It wasn't real, though; my grandfather had built it.
Grandpa was a very clever man who could tinker, weld, do plumbing and electrical work, and work on cars and even small engines. He was one of those guys who could do everything and did it well. My father and I had learned a lot from him, but we would never reach his level of skill. So he created a stream about 90 meters long, with small waterfalls, ponds, and all that. There were many areas where giant ferns and other water-loving plants formed almost a jungle.
There were also hundreds of different types of flowers, from shade-loving plants to those that thrived in full sun, many of them profuse bloomers with beautiful, fragrant flowers. It was truly amazing and was featured in "Home & Garden" and other homeowner magazines. After Grandpa dug out the streambed, he installed a couple of pumps to keep the river flowing and dumped in several tons of river stones, which he had stolen from various nearby streams and rivers, but also purchased through the store. There was also great lighting throughout the property for strolling at night. All in all, the property was the epitome of a park, the result of 50 years of hard work. And so, one fine August morning, I had a minor accident in my flagship store, and much of my upper body got soaked with a non-toxic liquid. I usually kept a change of clothes in my office, but after a similar accident a few months earlier, I realized I hadn't replaced them. So I went to change.
Arriving at the house, I went straight to my room to shower and change, which I did quickly. When I came out of the room and dried myself, I looked out of my second-floor bedroom window and saw Colby strolling into the garden with a young girl. As far as I knew, Colby had never had a girlfriend. Certainly, no woman had ever visited the house. From the path he had chosen, I knew exactly where he was headed.
Obviously, he hadn't heard me stop in front of the house or go inside, although I must say we both closed the doors gently, a must for both grandchildren. I quickly pulled on some athletic shorts, no underwear, a T-shirt, and slipped downstairs. I quietly left the house and then took a different path, one that would lead me where they were surely headed. Only it would take me past the little grotto, and I might see it through the bushes. Actually, I would look under the bushes. This particular hedge had a 15 cm gap between the ground and the lowest branches; the foliage itself was too dense to see through.
I slumped down onto the grass, since this path was grass, and peered through it. They were indeed there, and what I saw was the girl, naked and on her knees before Colby, reaching for the bulging gym shorts he was wearing. She pulled them down, and out sprang my son's hard cock, which nearly made me faint. Colby was at least as tall as me, and now it was hard, even thicker than before. The girl didn't look older than 12, and that was a gross exaggeration. I could see the tiny bumps of her nipples, but not much of her pussy, though what I did see was perfectly smooth. My cock instantly became hard as she pulled Colby's thick cock down and put her mouth on it. It didn't last long, though, because her mouth hurt.
I saw Colby drop to his knees in front of her, lean forward, and kiss her. The girl wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed my son passionately. He broke the kiss, gently rolled her onto her back, straddled her, and lowered his torso to suckle her tiny, barely visible breasts. His rock-hard cock stood straight out, the tip gently touching her stomach. She reached underneath, grasped the throbbing member, and stroked it softly. Finally, Colby gave in. "I need to lick your pussy, Kaylee," he said in a husky voice. Colby moved between the girl's legs, spread them apart, pressed his face into her pussy, and began licking and sucking.
The girl moaned loudly, arching her hips to get more pressure and more tongue into her hungry slit. I could hear Colby slurping and moaning as he worshipped her young pussy. It wasn't long before Kaylee was panting heavily, clutching my son's head and trying to lift her ass off the floor. Finally, she stopped him. "I need your big cock in my cunt, Colby. I really need to be fucked." My son backed away, and I saw that his cock, despite its natural curve, was almost vertical in the air. He reached for his shorts and pulled something out of the pocket. I saw it was a small bottle, which I guessed contained lube.
This was confirmed when he squirted it onto his cock and then onto his fingers, smearing it around the girl's hole. Colby knelt between her spread legs and leaned over her. The girl grabbed his throbbing cock and guided it to her penis opening, and before I could take two breaths, he thrust into her as far as he could go. "Jesus Christ," the girl gasped, "my pussy has never been stretched this wide." Colby remained on his knees, but braced himself with his palms on the grass and began to fuck her. Damn, seeing his magnificent ass in the animalistic motion of reproduction was incredible.
“Fuck me hard, Colby,” the girl grunted, “fuck my cunt hard.” I decided I wanted a better view, so I quietly left my spot and walked around the hedge to the entrance of the secluded little spot where they were. Stepping inside, I was greeted by the incredible sight of my son’s incredible ass as he thrust his big 14-year-old cock in and out of the young girl’s cunt.
I was only 1.5 meters away, and Colby had tucked his arms under the girl's legs so that I had a good view of everything.
I could see the edge of the girl's pussy and clearly make out my son's thick cock sliding in and out of her youthful hole. I watched as his heavy balls were first pressed against her ass, then hung in the air, and then pressed down again. My own cock was rock hard, and I had to reach in through my shorts.
“Oh damn, Colby, you’re making me come,” the girl blurted out. I couldn’t take it anymore. I stepped closer and knelt beside her. Colby’s face was turned away from me, as was the girl’s, but she turned around and saw me, and her half-closed eyes widened. I put my finger to my lips. She could see my hard cock bulging through my shorts, and a faint smile appeared on her sweet little face. Colby was pumping his ass hard, and from the side, I could see him going in and out; I could see her smooth pussy. I reached out and gently placed my hand on his back, and of course, his head snapped around. “Don’t stop, son. Keep fucking her. Fuck your cum into her cunt.” I moved my hand down to his ass and gently stroked the ball closest to me. Meanwhile, the girl moved her hand to the front of her shorts and grabbed my cock through the fabric. "Rub my hole, Daddy," Colby moaned, so I did, gently sliding my finger back and forth over his wrinkled muscle and moaning louder. He seemed to be fucking her a little harder and said a second later that he was about to come, and three seconds later he did, quite loudly and with heavy groans.
"Oohh, damn," he groaned. He stopped fucking her, pressed himself tightly against her, and then started thrusting into her young pussy again. The girl cried out and tried to lift her ass off the bed to take more cock inside her. All the while, she held my hard-on firmly. I wanted to undress but didn't want to assume anything, although the little girl's behavior told me it would be okay with her, even better. Finally, things calmed down, and after another minute, Colby stopped. He didn't move but gently lowered his torso onto the girl, who rubbed his back and purred at him. Then he looked at me.
"Show me your big cock, Daddy," she said. Colby turned his head towards me.
"Yes, Dad, take off your shorts." Never one to turn down an invitation, I stood up and pulled off my shorts, my swollen penis springing out and becoming erect. Colby knelt again, reached for me, and gently tugged on it. I stepped closer, and he leaned forward, placed his mouth on the tip of my penis, and sucked briefly. The sight of my beautiful son's face, his closed eyes, and his lips around my penis made it throb. I had never imagined my son would suck my cock, but there it was.
"You have to fuck me, Daddy," said the young girl. "I need that giant in my pussy."
“Yes, Dad,” said Colby, pulling his head back, “you should fuck her. Her cunt is incredibly tight, and it would be so hot to watch you fuck her young pussy.”
“After I sucked your cock,” she said. Colby slowly withdrew from her; a long, silvery strand of semen ran from her pussy to his cock until it finally broke off when he was only half a meter away from her. His cock was so beautiful, a perfect complement to the rest of him. The head was still red, his penis semi-erect with blood, and the whole thing glistened with their respective juices and the lube.
"My God, what a perfect boy," I said in a husky voice. The girl rolled onto her side and slid down far enough to encompass my cock, her mouth closing around it. Colby had to shift slightly to make room for her, and while she sucked me, he moved his head closer and kissed me on the mouth, and it wasn't even a peck.
"I've wanted this for so long, Dad," he whispered, and then kissed me again with even more passion. I took his penis and stroked it with a flick of my hand, enjoying the firm warmth in my hand.
"Why didn't you do anything?" I asked as soon as he had ended the kiss.
"Embarrassment, rejection, fear, and besides, I never received any indication from you that you would be willing to be with me like this."
"Well, now we both know," I said and gave him a quick kiss on the mouth.
“We need to make up for lost time, Dad,” he said.
"Not until I get fucked again," the girl said. As we parted, Colby introduced us and told the girl my name was Zack. Kaylee explained that her brother's name was Mark and added that her brother had been the first boy to fuck her.
“He would love your cock, Zack,” she said. That sounded tempting, especially when I learned he was 13.
“I wonder if we should do this in the house,” I said, and received unanimous agreement, especially from Kaylee, whose butt was pricked by the grass. So we trudged off and ended up upstairs in my room, where Kaylee went straight to the bathroom to “clean my dripping pussy.”
I wrapped my arms around my son and engaged him in a passionate kiss. "I need to suck your cock, son," I said as soon as the kiss was over. I dropped to my knees, took his magnificent penis in my hand, and enclosed it in my mouth. I tasted the lube, his semen, and her pussy, and I smelled "boy," that ultra-spicy scent that comes from a teenager's crotch.
There was nothing like it in the world.
I moved my head back and forth, enjoying the taste and feel of Kaylee's cock in my mouth. I desperately wanted to fuck Kaylee and play with her brother whenever the opportunity arose. But more than anything, I was looking forward to lying naked and hard in my bed with Colby for hours. I wanted to fuck my gorgeous boy, and I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted to feel his hot breath on my face as he pounded my ass with his beautiful cock and then filled my asshole with his sticky boy cum.
“Okay, guys,” said Kaylee, “stop, the pussy is here.”
"Time to get to work, Dad." I kissed Colby again and went to the bed. I asked her if she wanted to make out or anything, and she shook her pretty little blonde head.
"No, except that you should lick my pussy and turn me on." I had no problem with that, so I slid between her spread legs and positioned myself between them. Her pussy was mostly smooth, but I could see a few very light hairs starting to sprout. Her lips were still slightly swollen and had a faint reddish tinge. Her clit was begging to be sucked, her cunt a tiny opening just waiting to be filled. I leaned forward, sniffing the scent of a little girl, and then started licking her. I'd never been with a pre-pubescent girl before, not even as a teenager. Plenty of pre-pubescent boys, but no split cock. I opened her up and washed everything from the tip of her slit to her asshole, even wiping over it once or twice, but I concentrated on her open cleft. It was, to say the least, glorious. Colby moved to her head and offered her his semi-erect penis, which she greedily took inside her. I have to say, having sex with a girl and your growing son is simply amazing. Watching him grow up through reproduction is incredibly exciting. Especially when your child is so beautiful and well-built.
I moved to suck and lick her clit while fingering her. Her young pussy was tight around my fingers. "Move so I can lick your asshole, Colby," the girl demanded. So I moved and squatted over her mouth, facing me. Colby's cock was sticking out of his body, and I couldn't help but reach up with my free hand and stroke it, caressing his pendulous young balls at the same time. In return, my son gently rubbed my forearm, showing me that he loved what I was doing for him.
My arousal reached its peak, Kaylee's moans and gasps grew louder, and Colby's breathing quickened. Just as I was about to get to the point, Kaylee suggested it. Well, actually, she demanded it. I was about to learn that this young girl knew what she wanted and when she wanted it, and wasn't fooling herself.
“I need that big cock in my pussy, Daddy,” she finally said. Colby and I moved away, and he handed me the lube. After applying it liberally, I moved between her legs and rubbed her hairless pussy a little before stopping at her opening. I thrust in, then harder, and as I started to apply even more pressure, her cunt yielded and welcomed me, accompanied by an “Oof!” from Kaylee. Naturally, I stopped moving, but the young girl wasn’t fazed.
"She's no asshole, Zack. A cunt can take anything at once." So I pushed on like I was marching off to fuck her. I slid all the way in until I was completely at the bottom, leaving a few inches of cock not trapped in a meat cage. My God, her cunt was tight.
“I told you so,” my son said, a little smugly. I moved her legs back and forth and started fucking her. I hadn't been in anything so confined since my teenage years.
ever since I fucked boys as a teenager.
"Your cock feels great in my pussy, Zack," Kaylee said in a hoarse voice.
"It's hot to watch you fuck her father," Colby explained. "I could come watching you do it."
"Go ahead, Colby, jerk off and cum in my face." Good Lord, it couldn't get much better. Fucking a sweet teenager while my handsome, well-endowed son pleasured himself. I killed two birds with one stone. I started to stick my ass in and fuck the young girl hard.
"Oh yeah, Daddy Zack, get out of here!" Haylee shouted. This was new to me. Watching my son jerk off his thick cock just inches from my face was simply amazing. He even turned slightly and gently slapped me in the face with it. I wanted to drink Colby's cum. But not right away, because I wanted to see him cum. In my mind, it was simply epic.
"I'm almost there," Colby murmured. Kaylee said she was too, so I started thrusting harder into her, rocking us gently back and forth on the bed. I felt my balls begin to throb, and half a dozen thrusts later, my glans exploded in a powerful orgasm.
"Aaahhhh," I groaned as my cock exploded, shooting hot cum into Kaylee's pussy. She almost screamed on the third thrust. I felt her pussy clench around my cock as Colby simultaneously groaned, "Oh, damn!"
I saw stars, but that didn't distract me from the gigantic jet of semen that sprayed across Kaylee's face. The stream covered her nose and half of both cheeks like some kind of Native American war paint. Four more powerful spurts followed before it finally broke into short burps and then began to trickle. Then he rubbed the head of his penis against her lips. Kaylee didn't hesitate to lick and suck the semen-filled head. Finally, it slowed down, then I stopped, and Colby stepped back, still gently and lovingly stroking his penis.
"Damn, that was fun," Kaylee said. "I really hope you guys fuck me again sometime. Hey, maybe I could bring some of the Sharks to a fuck party."
"What is this?" I asked, pulling out of her pussy and watching my semen ooze out of her. "What are the Sharks?" She explained that they were a group of girls her age who slept with boys. There were about ten of them in total, though it was rare for them all to be together at the same time, except when they were staying overnight at one of the girls' houses. They loved not only cocks but also pussies and often had more fun with each other than with boys. They slept with their brothers, older and younger, their brothers' friends, and many other boys, some complete strangers. Usually, there were three to five of them, and they slept with as many boys as they could, with each girl sleeping with every boy present. They usually slept with boys between the ages of 11 and 14, but also with many hairless boys and young girls they introduced to the club.
“We also like to watch guys make out with each other, which is basically a requirement to be with us. That way they usually keep their mouths shut and don’t brag about fucking us. Aside from our brothers and a few of their friends, we don’t have any regulars and we don’t usually take on guys over 15. You’re the oldest I’ve ever fucked, Zack, and I know most of the other Sharks would love your dick. And the guys would love it too.” We were freshening up because Kaylee had to leave, so we took her with us and dropped her off near a recreation center where the Sharks hunted. She said the guys who fucked her called it a “Shark Bit,” which I thought was hilarious.
On the way home, I asked Colby if he was hungry, and his answer was that he was hungry for my cock. He reached across the console, grabbed my crotch, and then slid his hand inside my shorts. Since I wasn't wearing underwear, everything was there to make it happen.
“I said earlier that I’ve wanted to do this for a long time, and it’s true. I’ve always thought you were a great man, a great father, and the thought of surrendering myself to you sometimes brings tears of joy to my eyes.” His manipulations and his words brought me to a standstill in no time. Colby leaned back, pulled off his shorts, and revealed that he was rock hard, his cock protruding between his thighs like a periscope.
“I want you to fuck me, Daddy. I’d do it right here in the car if I had lube. As soon as we get home, you’re going to fuck my ass and fill me up with your cum. It’s almost like I need it, I can’t explain it.” He turned around and kept playing with my cock, even bending over the console to get it in his mouth. I drove to a mall parking lot, pulled my shorts down to my ankles, and bare one foot.
Colby moved closer, pressed his mouth to mine, and kissed me deeply and passionately, while his hand gripped and stroked my cock. "My God, Daddy, I'm so horny for you right now. I really want your cock inside me, I really want it."
I looked around. We were at the far end of the mall, where a Macey's had closed the year before. There wasn't another car within a hundred meters. "Get in the back, son," I told him. We were driving my Ram 2500. The truck was pretty tall, so you could barely see inside, but the windows were heavily tinted, so we were fairly safe between the two of them. I quickly slapped some sunscreen on the windshield, climbed into the center console, grabbed a small bottle of hand lotion, and crawled into the back seat with my son.
Colby had taken off his shirt, was completely naked, and was panting heavily. I took off my shirt, we fell into each other's arms, and kissed more passionately than ever before. I realized I was just as eager to fuck my son as he was to be fucked by me. It was incredible; I hadn't felt this driven in years.
“I really want to suck you, Daddy, and I want you to suck me too, but I’m too hot to wait. I need to be fucked hard, right now,” he said, his voice hoarse with lust. We continued kissing, and as impossible as it seemed at the time, it became even more passionate. We couldn’t get close enough, we couldn’t kiss harder, our hands couldn’t be more active. I broke the kiss and reached for his sensitive neck, which made him freeze and groan with intense pleasure.
"Now, Dad," Colby finally said, "I need you inside me now, please, Dad." He wasn't exactly begging, but it was damn near. I poured lotion on my cock and then lubricated his asshole. I desperately wanted to lick my son, but I didn't even suggest it. My desire to lick my boy was as strong as his desire to be licked. I was about to ask how we were going to do it, but Colby shifted onto his hands and one knee on the seat and the other foot flat on the floor, his head almost touching the door. I could see his asshole almost winking at me, an asshole as hairless as his balls. I got into position. Colby opened one buttock wider for me and slid right in, pressing my flesh against his and starting to thrust. It took a second, but I broke through and stopped. Colby wasn't fazed. "Don't stop, Dad, put it all the way in." I did as he asked and thrust all the way down, my pubic hair pressing against his magnificent ass. "God, you're filling me up, Daddy," he said, and that childish expression surprised me. I couldn't even remember the last time he'd used that expression. "Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me hard, make me your boy." I grabbed his narrow hips and started fucking him.
My heart was racing. It had been years since I'd fucked a boy, and never one as beautiful as my teenage son. He was every boy lover's dream. Colby tried to rock his body a little and push against my thrusts, but eventually he just leaned his head back against the rocker while I pounded his ass. It was truly glorious. Colby reached under him to caress his balls and then mine, letting his fingertips rest on my cock as I slid in and out of him.
Finally, he asked me to stop and pull out. “I want to see your face while you fuck me, Daddy.” Lying down was an option, but not a good one, and Colby knew that. So he had me sitting, climbed onto my lap, held my cock erect, and then immediately sat down with me fully inside him.
"Much better," he murmured. Colby put his arms around my shoulders and started fucking me. I cupped his small ass, pulling and gently releasing it. His smooth expression betrayed the emotions coursing through his youthful body. He pressed his mouth to mine, and we kissed passionately as he moved his ass up and down, back and forth, and side to side. I could hear him moaning softly as we kissed and fucked, and I moaned myself the whole time. I reached between us and grabbed his cock, enjoying the sensation of his thick, hard shaft against my palm and fingers. "I'm about to come, Dad. Can you come with me, together?" I said I could try, but with no guarantees, though I was honestly close myself. Fucking my son and his passion for fucking me was reaching its climax incredibly fast. In fact, I was afraid I'd come before him.
"My God, Dad, this is the best," he groaned, looking into my eyes with half-closed eyes. "Having you inside me is the most amazing feeling ever. I want you to fuck me every day for a while, maybe even more than once."
"That's a job I'd love to do." He continued to move and groan; I held him tight and enjoyed the experience. About a minute later, he cried out.
"Here it is, Daddy, I'm coming," he almost blurted out. I felt his asshole grip my cock as he started to spurt, and since my hand was still holding his throbbing cock, I helped him along. It brought me over the edge, and I groaned loudly as I began pumping my hot cum into him. I felt Colby's cum splash onto my chest, and from what I could tell, there was a lot of it. Colby's mouth pressed against mine again, and we licked each other as our cum emptied from our balls. And then it was over, way too fast, of course.
We stayed like that, both breathing heavily, Colby's head resting on my shoulder. I stroked his back with my hands, enjoying the feeling of holding my boy in my arms again.
"That was damn awesome, Dad," he whispered, "thank you for loving me so much. It was better than I ever dreamed it would be."
"For me too, baby. So, how long have you been dreaming about this?"
"Even before we started jerking off. I can't really explain it, but the idea of you fucking me was just incredible. I talked to Astro about it, and he said I should just do it." Astro was his best friend, whose real name was Mike. Nobody knew where the nickname came from.
"Well, I'm glad we cleared that up, son." We kissed a little more, and when I felt his ass dripping onto me, we decided to go further. He grabbed his T-shirt and held it under his delicious ass as he got off me. When we were finished, we wiped the considerable amount of his semen off my body. We managed to get back into the front seats and drove home naked. There was no real reason to get dressed. No one could see inside the truck, and the house was completely screened off, except for drones, which we'd never seen. Our driveway was fenced, so no one could just walk onto the property. All in all, we were pretty safe.
"So, what do you think of Kaylee's offer to invite the sharks to our place?"
"The idea is tempting. Fucking them was definitely fun, and I can only imagine what it would be like to have a group of hot young sluts."
"And the boys?" he asked.
“I wouldn’t have a problem with that,” I said. “I guess my biggest worry is that it will get out.”
“I understand,” he said, “but as far as I know, they’re all pretty secretive. They’ve been doing this for a few years now, and nothing has leaked out, no parents have a clue. I’d never even heard of them until Kaylee hit on me.”
"I suppose we could think about that." He thought for a moment and then said:
"So, what about some of my friends? Astro definitely wants you to fuck him, and Jackie's mentioned it too, as have a few other guys. They've asked if we can have a fuck party here, since we don't have anywhere to meet up with more than one or two people. You know, they say it's hot being able to walk around naked here, and seeing them naked kind of turns them on."
"I wouldn't have a problem with the son. I like playing with boys, and as far as Astro is concerned, well, he's a pretty hot boy."
"Hotter than me," he said teasingly. I shook my head.
"Nobody is as hot as you, sweet boy, nobody."
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