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Vice Ch. 01

By: toddstop



Vice 1 -- Brian Grady 

"Do you dare to jump in?" Uncle Ken asked me. He'd just opened the pool the week before and it was barely May. We all knew the water was freezing, had to be.

"I'll do it if you do," my cousin Lisa dared me with an evil smile. Dad gave me a wink and I shrugged, "Why not?" 

"He brought his suit," my dad volunteered.

"Go change, hon. Von's getting ready for work but you can use Lisa's room." Aunt Paulette had just come from inside, carrying a tray of uncooked hamburgers to the grill.

"I'll wait for you," Lisa said and pulled off her tank top to reveal she was already wearing her bikini under it. I got up from the picnic table where I'd been sitting with Dad and Uncle Ken. I finished off the rare beer my dad had allowed me to have and headed for the back door, dropping the bottle in the recycle bin on my way.

I grabbed my bag off the couch and went upstairs. As I passed the bathroom I could hear the shower running and my cousin Von humming inside. He was three years older than me, twenty-one, and worked at the city jail. He was putting in his time until he could become a police officer like my dad. 

I entered Lisa's room and closed the door behind me, locking it out of habit. Even though Lisa was now fifteen the room still looked like it had since she was four. The walls were a bubblegum pink with rows of flowers painted along the bottom in bright pastels. It made my eyes hurt. I dug out my swimsuit and laid it on the bed then pulled off my shirt, followed by my shorts and boxers. I was just getting ready to step into the swim trunks when the door handle jiggled.

"I'll be right out," I called to whoever it was. The lock clicked and the door opened for my dad, holding a butter knife in his hand and, oddly, a big bottle of hand lotion in his other. The kind with a pump on top.

"Take 'em off," he said before turning slightly to set the knife down on the desk by the door. "We don't have much time so hurry." My whole body tightened at his words. I hadn't tied the drawstring on the board shorts so I shimmied a little and let them fall, kicking them off completely.

He was already unzipping as he walked over to me with a leer. My asshole clenched and released in anticipation. With one heavy hand on my shoulder he turned me around and pushed me close to the wall. I bent forward and put my hands on the sick pink surface. He moved in close and kicked my feet further apart with a soft growl.

I looked over my shoulder and saw that he already had his huge cock pulled out the fly of his jeans. He pumped some the lotion into his hand and threw the bottle onto the bed. Most of the white cream he smeared over his cock and the rest he slathered between my exposed ass cheeks.

"You gotta stay quiet, okay? We have to be quick and it's gonna hurt. Can you keep it down?" He asked but he was already notching the big head up to my hole.

"Yeah," I whispered back. I could only hope I was right. He'd just fucked me that morning and he'd been giving it to me steady for the last month but I knew it was going to be rough without any prep. The guy had a really big piece. I'd gotten better at taking it but it was still a trial.

One big hand held my waist as he shuffled his feet into the right position. His prick nudged at my hole and I couldn't help shivering. He put the other hand on my hip, greasy with lotion, and held me tight as he began exerting pressure. I relaxed as much as I could, already biting my lip to keep a moan inside.

Dad pushed and the soft head began spreading me open. He pushed harder and the crown popped into me. It fucking hurt, burned through me and my thighs shook with the strain of taking him in. He inched in slowly and I held my breath, pushing out with my inner muscles to make things easier.

My skin felt superheated and I leaned forward to rest my forehead against the cool wall. I couldn't be sure if I was seeing the pink through my closed eyelids or it was just a byproduct of the pain. Finally he pushed the last couple of inches into me and leaned against my back, his body burning into mine through his t-shirt.

"You alright?" he asked around his heavy breathing. I nodded my head against the wall. I groaned as he pushed closer and his jeans rubbed against my bare ass.

"Fuck... Dad," I whispered, doing some heavy breathing of my own.

He swiveled his hips around a little, loosening me up, as he reached around and found my cock. I couldn't believe I was hard. He gave me a couple strokes before his hand took my hip again. He eased out part way and thrust back in, knocking the air out of me. My fingers flexed against the wall and the pain started to ebb away, replaced by the thrill of him filling me past full.

He gave me a few more hard thrusts and I whimpered for more. The lotion didn't feel as good as the lube we had at home but it did the job. He let go of my hip but didn't reach around for my cock again. He pressed against my lower back and it bowed for him, sticking my ass out for a better target.

The first time we'd done this he'd threatened to throw me up against the wall and rape me, not meaning it literally, but I'd wanted it since he'd spoken the words. Now it was happening and I felt ready to come just from having my fantasy fulfilled.

"This is gonna be hard and nasty, son. Just hold tight," he whispered against my ear. I turned my head and bent my neck back so he could kiss me. His tongue reached into my mouth well before his lips met mine and I sucked on it while running my own tongue along its length.

With both hands on my hips again he started fucking me like he'd just promised. His jeans masked the worst of the noise as he hammered his cock into my tight ass. I rose up onto my toes and bent my knees more, braced my hands more firmly against the wall so he wouldn't fuck me through it. God, he was strong but I was too. I held on and let the plunging intruder have full access to my tight channel.

He was always intense during sex but this was even more so. I felt every inch of his cock as it pistoned through the sensitive muscles at my opening. I tried to clench down on each withdrawal but Dad was giving it to me too hard and fast. I could only hold on and let him use me.

"You're so fucking hot and smooth inside," he drawled into my ear, all gravelly and low. 

"Fuck me," I responded in the same tone. "Fuck me good, Dad." It always made him hotter when I called him that during sex. This time was no exception as he impossibly upped the intensity. My orgasm built up quickly in my balls and ass, each lunge of his hips pushing me closer.

I shot all over the wall, biting down hard on my bottom lip to keep from screaming. Before I was done cumming I felt the wet heat of his sperm bathing my convulsing insides. It only added to my pleasure as I shot a few more times.

Dad fell against my back and braced his arms on the wall beside mine. We caught our breath as we came down together. After a few minutes he gently pulled his cock free of my ass. I whimpered a little when the crown snagged on my rim and slid out. I straightened up and unlocked my knees with a sigh. When I turned around Dad thrust my swim trunks into my hands. As I bent and pulled them on, my sore ass twitching, Dad used my t-shirt to wipe down the wall and the dribbles of my cum from the carpet.

His half-hard cock still hung out the fly of his jeans, shiny with lotion and his cum. He pushed the wadded up t-shirt into my bag and tucked himself away to zip up. Both of us dressed, he took my hand and pulled me close for one more kiss, giving me his tongue but not pushing it in. It was almost sweet.

He put my bag in my hands before retrieving the bottle of lotion and the butter knife. I peeked into the hall to be sure it was clear before stepping out, Dad right behind me. Von was still humming in the bathroom as we walked past. At the top of the stairs he stopped me and handed me the lotion and knife.

"Put these back in the kitchen." I nodded and went to head down but stopped.

"Your... stuff's leaking out." I looked down the hall at the closed bathroom door. "I should clean up." Dad smirked at me with heat in his eyes.

"My cum?" he asked, more stated, with emphasis on the last word. I nodded, yes. "It'll wash off in the pool." I shrugged and went down the stairs.

At the bottom I watched him slip out the front door then headed for the kitchen. I dropped my bag on the floor just inside the living room. On my way through I put the knife in the dishwasher and left the lotion by the sink. With every step I could feel the greasy lotion and Dad's cum squishing messily between my ass cheeks.

In the backyard Uncle Ken was grilling the burgers and Aunt Paulette was setting the picnic table. Lisa waited by the pool. None of them looked oddly at me. The whole incident couldn't have taken more than ten minutes. I walked over to the pool and stuck my foot in, purposely giving Lisa the chance to push me in. She did, with a shout and a laugh. The water was cold as fuck. I came up sputtering and grabbed her leg to pull her in with me. We tussled and I let her dunk me. When I came up I saw Dad coming around the corner of the house, through the gate, with his phone out.

"Sorry, it was a work thing," he called out and waved the phone before tucking it into his pocket. He sauntered over to the picnic table and took a seat.

"Bad guys don't take a break on the weekend, right?" Uncle Ken called out. Dad shook his head and popped a pickle chip into his mouth.

Lisa and I didn't stay in for long. The water was too cold. We climbed out and Aunt Paulette brought us towels to dry off. We took seats at the table with my dad, both of us shivering. Uncle Ken served up the burgers and Von came out to join us. He was dressed in his uniform and looked good.

When I was younger I had idolized him. I used to spend summers there since my mom worked and Aunt Paulette didn't. The summer I was thirteen and he was sixteen he started going around without a shirt. Of course I did the same thing even though I was just a skinny kid. Von, on the other hand, looked like a god to me. He had a really nice chest, mostly visible abs and big arms. I could cum three times just thinking about touching him.

I jerked off every night thinking about him, sometimes during the day if I could get a minute of privacy in Aunt Paulette's bathroom. Too bad it was the last summer I spent there because by the next I was old enough to stay home alone and he'd gotten a job anyway. Not that it mattered in the long run because the summer I was sixteen my focus had changed completely. It all centered on my dad.

When I was sixteen three things happened, seemingly out of the blue. My parents got a divorce. One night I went to bed and everything was fine. The next day my dad was gone and my mom was explaining to me that we weren't going to be a family anymore, not like we had been. They'd never fought, seemed happy together. It was a shock that left me reeling like one of them had died. We stayed at the house and Dad got an apartment nearby and a house a year later. I spent two nights a week at his place and every other weekend with him.

It was around that time I got a blowjob from Kim Wiedrich. She was my girlfriend at the time. Maybe she felt bad for me but one night I met her in the park by our school and I knew something was going to happen. It happened in the trees by the baseball diamond and it was a horrible disaster. I'd known I was gay my whole life but I figured it would feel good even from a girl. And it sort of did. We made out for a long time, which I liked doing with her. I put my hand on her boob, which was okay or whatever. Then she got on her knees and took my dick out. I could almost have cum just from the idea that someone else was touching my cock. Only I never even got close to cumming, almost lost my hard-on a few times. It was so embarrassing that when she choked and almost threw up I finished myself off with my hand. We broke up a week later and I had discovered that I was really, really gay.

The third thing, the circumstance that would eventually lead to me and my father having sex, was my dad got transferred. He'd been a detective in the Homicide department of the city police but he was moved to Vice. At the time I didn't know what that meant. What I saw was that the buzz cut he'd had my whole life was gone. He grew his hair long. He stopped shaving, going days without and sometimes growing a full beard. The suits he always wore were out and he dressed almost entirely in jeans and t-shirts that were just tight enough to show off his chest and arms.

It was like he changed from Clark Kent, only not into Superman but into this bad-ass biker type. Before then I'd never really noticed my dad. He was just my dad, I loved him, but just like everyone else's. The change was startling, especially since I wasn't seeing him every day. His black hair reached his ears on top, longer on the sides. He must have started working out or something, too, because I'd never noticed how built he was. Or maybe it was hidden all that time under suits. I don't know for sure. All of a sudden I couldn't stop noticing him.

When he had the apartment it was even harder for me not to watch him. It was a small two bedroom and I saw a lot of him without a shirt. It could've been just me getting older but I couldn't get his thick, hairy chest out of my head. All that dark fur covering the most perfect muscles. And big arms like I knew I wouldn't be able to get both of my hands around them. He was thirty-nine at the time and he was the best looking guy I'd ever seen in real life. He became the star of most of my jack-off fantasies. Now, at forty-one, he was even sexier.

"Hey, Brian!" Von yelled out. I hadn't seen him in a while, not since Christmas. He came over and slapped my back before sitting down next to me. "I heard about Colorado. Damn, kid, that's some good work." He was talking about my football scholarship to CSU.

"Yeah, thanks," I shrugged it off. I had mixed feelings about that and didn't want to talk about it.

We ate, talking and laughing together. Lisa and Von were more like my brother and sister than cousins and it was good to hang out with them. Eventually Von had to go to work. Lisa and I braved the pool one more time then Dad said it was time to go. We stayed long enough to have some of Aunt Paulette's desert then I went inside and changed, this time without getting molested. I left the wadded up t-shirt that was stiff with my cum in the bag and went shirtless.

We went back to Dad's house. I showered and changed into a pair of loose basketball shorts. Then Dad had a turn and changed into a tight, threadbare t-shirt and sweats. We settled onto the couch to watch a movie and took a nap. We had a late dinner, Dad made spaghetti. And the whole afternoon and evening he was checking me out. Of course I was doing the same thing. The tension kept ratcheting up between us.

Around ten Dad suggested we go to bed. I was right behind him on the way to his room. I'd stopped using mine since the first time we got together. It was crazy how much I loved having sex with him and how it kept getting better. I pushed off my shorts and jumped on the bed, already hard, and watched him undress. He climbed on with his big cock jutting out of his groin.

He got between my legs and fell atop me. We just kissed for a long time, which he was really good at. Better than any of the girls I'd done it with since Kim Wiedrich or before. He rubbed our cocks together while he showed me how far his tongue could reach. There wasn't the usual rush and need we had together, maybe because we'd already fucked twice that day. Dad took it easy and set a slow pace. Before too long I wanted more and pushed him off of me.

I crawled between his legs and took hold of his cock, studying it. It hadn't happened yet that I had an opportunity to actually study his impressive ass-splitter. I stroked it and rubbed my thumb around the wetness leaking from the tip. I moved closer and held mine against his. They were roughly the same size which made me proud. I'd known from the locker room that I had a big dick but this was more proof.

Afraid that I might cum too soon I let us go and bent over to practice sucking his cock. I took in the head and it tasted so good. Sweet and salty, mostly salty. I hadn't had much experience with it so I took my time. Dad was never satisfied until he fucked me and in the last month we'd always been in such a hurry that we usually went straight to the fucking.

"That's it, Brian, get it all wet and hard," he rumbled from above me. I met his eyes and sucked hard on the part of his shaft between my lips, earning a deep groan. I knew since I'd measured myself and I was a little over eight inches that Dad had to be a little over nine, maybe close to ten. Slowly I experimented with taking more in.

My lacrosse coach had this thing, like a saying: Find your goal, assess the situation and make an objective. It was something I used a lot, not just on the field. My goal was to swallow my dad's cock. I took in more until it hit the back of my mouth, making me gag. I pulled off and coughed a few times, assessing the situation. Now my objective was to not gag, to control that reaction.

I nuzzled my nose into his hairy balls, the place where he smelled best, and told myself to relax. I sucked one into my mouth and tongued it while I held the thick base of his cock and rubbed the shaft over my nose and forehead. I let the big orb go and took in the other, opening my eyes to watch my dad admire me. Ready for another try, I lifted off and took his cock back into my mouth. I bobbed a few times and took him deeper. I fought off the gag reflex until I was trying to squeeze his head into my throat and I had to pull off.

"Give me your hand," Dad said. I splayed it out over his hard belly. He turned it over and poured some cool lube over the fingers and palm. "Finger yourself, Brian, while you suck me. Get yourself ready for your old man's cock."

His words turned me on incredibly and seemed to flip a switch inside me. I groaned around his cock. Reaching back I started rubbing over the knotted muscles of my hole. I pushed my finger in and went down on him at the same time. My throat seemed to relax just as my ass was and I found myself swallowing around his cock in my throat.

Dad said, "Fuck!" and fisted his hand in the short hair on top of my head. With his firm hand he pulled my face down onto his cock until my nose was pressed up against the dark pad of his cock hairs. I held him deep for a minute and gave myself another finger. Relaxed and easy, I swallowed around his embedded length until I had to pull up for air. I took a deep breath and went down again, finding it to be easier the second time. I twisted my fingers around in my chute and began giving him a real blowjob. I knew other guys had done this for him, especially Uncle Paul, and I wanted to be better than any of them.

Before too long he stopped using his grip in my hair to gently fuck my face and used it to pull me off. "Enough," he groaned. "You're gonna make me shoot and I'm not ready yet."

Dad held my arm as he got onto his knees in front of me. My whole life he'd always seemed larger than life so it was still a little startling to realize I was actually a few inches taller. He brushed his hand over my cheek as we faced off on our knees in the middle of his big bed. His hand followed the length of my arm to the place where my fingers entered me. He rubbed the pad of a finger around the stretched rim and got a shivered groan out of me. He stared into my eyes while he pushed that thick digit in beside mine.

I put my other hand on his chest and let my fingers glide through the curling brown hair covering it before finding a nipple and pinching it. He groaned and bared his teeth at me then held my face as he swooped in and claimed my lips. I met his tongue and slid mine against it into his mouth.


Vice Ch. 01



"You ready for me, Son?" he asked as soon as our lips detached. I licked his bottom lip and bit into it gently while I pinched his nip hard. "Fuck," he cried out, pulling his lip from between my teeth, and pushed his chest at me. I loved playing with his tits, getting such a strong reaction from him, 'cause mine are about as sensitive as my elbow.

"I'm ready for you, Dad."

"You're ready for me? Or you want me to fuck you?" He slid his one finger deeper between my own two fingers in my hole.

"I want you to fuck me," I admitted with a clench around our embedded fingers. My body was on fire for it. I gave his nipple another good twist to emphasize my point.

Dad leaned back as he withdrew his finger. He leaned back until his ass rested on his heels and flipped his huge cock vertical with a casual flick of his thumb. I let my fingers fall out of my hungry hole and got onto my feet and planted them on either side of his folded legs. I put my arms around his thick neck. He steadied me with one hand on my hip and held his cock up with the other.

I felt for the wide head of his cock with my ass. When I felt it slip into position I slowly let my weight down and slid down his long pole. I took deep breaths and forced myself to take him. Our eyes connected and he watched me ride down his cock with a lustful sneer.

"That's it, boy. You love your dad's cock, don't you?" His words made my cock bounce and throb in the space between our stomachs.

"Fuckin' love it," I whispered as my ass met his body and I pressed down to get the whole wide length as deep as possible.

I took a moment to let my body remember, to let my hole open up. His hands skimmed up and down my back and kneaded the globes of my ass. I leaned forward and pushed my tongue between his lips. He opened for me and sucked on it, making my toes curl. I pulled back and looked at him one more time.

"Now ride it, Brian." He'd said exactly what I was thinking.

I clasped my hands together behind his neck for balance as I flexed my legs and rose up. Always before I'd been under him when we fucked: on my back, on my belly or all fours. I moved tentatively and got a feel for this new position. He went deeper like this but I had more control and gained confidence quickly. Within a few moves I was moving like I had springs in my legs. I bounced on his thick shaft and threw my head back.

By sucking in my belly and squeezing on his thick cock I could make it light up all those places in my ass chute that made getting fucked so wonderful. I was getting close to cumming when Dad held me by my hips and settled me against his lap.

"Slow down, Son, it's not a race," he murmured and leaned forward to kiss me. The rough stubble of his chin scraped over mine as we met open-mouthed and desperate. I wrapped my arms more tightly around his shoulders until we were pressed together and milked his big cock with my ass while he devoured my mouth. My cock felt like an iron bar where it was trapped between my stomach and his, the head leaking out onto his hairy chest. My thighs burned and I was thankful for the respite.

I pulled away and pressed my face into his neck. "God, Dad, it feels so good," I said against his skin. I licked at his sweat and pulsed the muscles in my ass around him.

"Lean back, Bri, on your hands." He took hold of my hips as I straightened then slowly arched backwards. I put my hands on the bed and got them square. He urged me with his hands to move so I tried it out, surprised to find how much easier it was. With part of my weight on my hands it was a lot less work to raise and lower my hips. It also pressed his cock harder against that spot inside and behind my balls that drove me wild.

Dad ran his hands over my sweaty abs and chest while my hips pumped up and down on him. I tried longer and longer strokes but making sure to not let his cock fall out of my ass. I watched him perving on my body.

"You're a hot fucker, Son."

"You, too," I gasped in reply. He leaned back until his own hands rested on the bed behind him. As I moved on his cock he began thrusting up into me. His body was laid out before me like mine had been for him. I watched his big shoulders strain to support his body and his chest stretch, his abs were visible with each move. He looked so fucking hot like that. His face was screwed up in concentration as he jammed his fat cock up into my ass. It was tripping my trigger.

"I'm going to cum, Dad. Fuck, I'm going to cum." I was really fucking myself on him.

"Do it, make yourself cum on my cock." He was watching my swollen cock, red and so hard it hurt, where it jostled and bounced over my belly. I turned my eyes to it as well and watched it erupt. Long streams of white cum shooting all over me followed by opaque tracers. My asshole seized around his cock but I couldn't stop bucking and ramming myself down onto his cock. 

Dad scrambled up onto his knees and tipped me forward so I fell onto my back, my arms giving out. He threw my legs over his shoulders as he curled over me and pinned me to the bed. He'd barely gotten me where he wanted me before he started really pounding into me. Seconds later he was flooding my ass with a huge load.

I couldn't figure if he gave me one really long orgasm or pushed me into a second one before the first had ended. He pushed in deep and fired off his seed into the depths of my ass while I twitched and groaned, calling out "God, oh God," over and over. I couldn't even move, he'd fucked me into some kind of paralysis.

We stayed like that for a long time while our breathing slowly returned to normal and our cocks softened. He pulled out and let my body sprawl out, my head facing the wrong end of the bed. Dad spread his hand over my stomach, right in the middle of the puddle I'd shot there. He rubbed it into my skin and smiled at me.

"Come on, Bri, let's get in bed." He got off the bed and pulled one side of the sheets and comforter down. I groaned and managed to work my body around and under the covers. "We should clean you up," he observed.

"Nah, I wanna sleep with our cum all over me," I told him. It was true but I was also too spent to move at that point. "Get in bed," I finished.

Dad got in and pulled me close to his heated body. We reeked of sweat and sex. I put my arm over his chest and my leg over his so my head could rest on his shoulder. With my legs spread some of his cum leaked out of my loose hole but I couldn't find it in me to care.

"You're going to see your mom tomorrow?" 

I nodded sleepily against his skin as he reached over to turn out the light. 

"I think she's starting to get suspicious that you've been spending so much time here. I'm glad you're going."

"She's suspicious that you're letting me stay out all night and getting girls pregnant," I mumbled sleepily. He chuckled and put his arms around me.

"I love you, Son."

"Love you, too."



Vice Ch. 02



Vice 2 -- Jay Grady

My own fucking son, Brian, sprawled out on his back. In my own fucking bed with his legs spread open like a whore. I held his ankles in each hand and pushed his legs down and back so his ass was open and visible. I backed my cock out slowly, twitching when his wet insides fluttered around the sensitive crown of my cock. It was worse when the head plopped out from between the lips of his hole.

I watched the puffy ring flex and try to close before going slack. A trickle of my cum leaked out, it'd felt like gallons pouring out of my cock when I'd been unloading into his guts. More followed but I knew there was even more left inside his hot ass-cunt. The stream was thick and white at its center, a little chunky with clotted sperm, while the edges were clearer like egg whites.

I looked down vaguely disgusted with myself and the dark, fierce pride in my chest at the sight of the wreckage I'd left of my son's asshole. I released his ankles to press down on the backs of his thighs. I dropped down and scooted back to take it in up close. The blood-swollen lips of his violated hole looked bruised and well could've been after the heavy pounding I'd just given him. I flicked my tongue over the bottom edge of his hot hole and caught some of my cum.

"Fuck, Dad," he moaned and jerked like he was trying to get away from me. I rose up over him and leaned forward to give him my tongue and the bitter taste of my seed. Brian moaned and sucked on my extended tongue, taking the dregs of my cum and even the chemical aftertaste of the lube. I released his legs and he wrapped them around my waist as I let my weight down onto him. Brian's heavy load squished between us and the smell of it rose up around me like bleach and yeast over the scent of our sweat.

His heart was barely starting to slow down in his chest as I kissed him harshly. My forty-one year old cock gave a jerk like it wanted to get hard again but I'd already fucked him twice. His lips curved against mine so I could feel his grin. He mashed his half-hard cock against my spent one as I pulled away to look at him, already smiling in return.

"I'm gonna need a few hours to recharge, kid." I brushed the short bangs of his dark hair off his forehead where they hung limp with sweat. "You want a shower?" I asked, wishing I could feel like this, be tender and kind with him, before fucking him. Not just after.

"I just want to go to sleep, Dad," he told me with heavy eyes and a sated smile. I plucked a few tissues out of the box on the nightstand and used them for a hasty cleanup, wiping his cum off our chests and stomachs. "Thanks, Dad. I love you," he said. His eyes were already closed.

"Love you, too," I whispered and settled on my side next to him. He rolled over and settled his back to my front with a contented sigh. I let one of my arms rest over him as he quickly fell asleep. I waited until he was out then left him to piss. I ended up taking a shower because my cock and balls felt nasty with cum, lube and Brian's ass slime. Back in the bedroom I watched him sleep, my son. I loved him and hated him, hated him as much as I hated myself for letting this happen. No matter how much we wanted each other I knew I wasn't good for him, probably had never been good for him even when I'd just been his father.

The sheet and blanket only covered his lower half and he'd turned onto his back. I studied his wide, rounded shoulders and how they flowed perfectly into powerful arms. Brian's hard and squared pecs with their flat little nipples moved gently with each deep breath, as did his ridged belly. I still found it hard to believe the man before me was the same boy I'd helped raise even though I'd been there through the whole change. It brought back memories of him at sixteen when I'd first become sexually aware of him as a man; always running around my apartment without a shirt and showing off his athletic young body.

I tried to tell myself that I should stop the sex but knew I wouldn't. He was like an addiction and I'd become a total junkie. I could barely keep my hands off him outside the house. Especially with him soon to graduate and leave for Colorado I was certain I'd take as much of him as I could get. I shrugged off my concerns and climbed into the bed. Brian grunted as the bed shifted then rolled over to throw one of his legs over mine, breathing against my shoulder with his hands between us. I reached over and took his hand to pull his arm over me and instinctively he settled with his head on my chest, draped over me. I reached over and turned off the light.

We had the whole weekend ahead of us. No work for either of us, no practices or games, no martial art tournaments for Brian to attend. We had plans to head over to my sister's for a cookout to celebrate them opening the pool the next day but that was it. My ex had been complaining about all the time Brian spent at my house recently, though she didn't know it was because we'd started fucking. I figured I should send him over there Sunday for some time with his mom. I fell asleep quickly after that.

The weekend passed too fast with plenty of hot sex; the memory of Brian riding my cock Saturday night ranking up there with the hottest sex I'd ever had. He surprised me by spending Sunday night at his mom's house. I used the time to do some chores and go grocery shopping. I got a text from Brian that he planned to spend Monday night there, as well. I tried not to worry and wonder about it. Luckily I had my hands full at work.

The Vice gig had turned out to be a blessing in disguise. When I'd requested the transfer, mostly to get away from Paul after the divorce, I'd been pissed about my new assignment. It turned out to be great. Getting prostitutes to solicit me for money in exchange for sex, finding and breaking up illegal gambling rings, monitoring various websites for sex workers and meeting with or making new CI's made up most of my job. There weren't any complex cases like in Homicide where it was all about evidence and procedure. Most things in Vice were straightforward and relatively simple. I loved it and excelled at it even though my personal beliefs about the so-called criminals I arrested didn't always mesh with the law. These things were just side-effects of a larger social problem but I did my part and tried to ignore the rest.

Tuesday night I pulled a late shift, working with some of the county sheriff's deputies to clean up a few well known areas of prostitution. It was a lot of driving around the worst areas of the city. Between the six of us trolling for hookers we picked up twenty-eight sex workers over four hours. The other six guys on surveillance picked up four pimps, fourteen hookers and their johns, one turned out to be a city councilman. By the time I got home it was after twelve and I was exhausted. Brian's car was in the driveway and I found him asleep in my bed.

I took a fast shower and joined him without waking him up. His hands on my body woke me up early the next morning, the sun wasn't even up yet. At first I thought the hand on my hard cock was a dream but his attention on my nipples with his mouth was a shock that brought me fully awake. I put my hands on his head and urged him down my body. He worked at getting me wet then taking me into his mouth. He did his best choking me down into his gullet with a well earned groan from me. On his next attempt he took me easier and swallowed around me. His hot mouth felt incredible but I wanted some of his ass.

"Come 'ere," I croaked out in a sleep-rusty voice. He seemed reluctant to let go of my cock but I tugged on his hair. It'd been days and I was quickly firing up with the need to fuck.

He released me with a sigh and crawled up over my body. I took hold of his sides and rolled us over so he was beneath me before I shoved my tongue into his mouth, getting a taste of my cock on his lips. I slotted my body between his strong legs and grinded our cocks together. His body bucked against me and he held onto my shoulders while I tasted the inside of his mouth. I released him and got up onto my knees. I reached over and turned on the light to find the lube.

Brian looked good with his hair all stuck up and his eyes still puffy from sleep. I leaned down and kissed him one more time because I couldn't not kiss him. "You got time before school?" I asked him as I pulled away.

"Yeah, I called in sick today," he said while I surveyed his body. My athletic son all spread out and waiting for me, it made my blood race harder. I poured the lube onto the fingers of my right hand and reached down beneath his balls into the deep valley between his hard cheeks. The kid had a meaty ass on him. I rubbed three fingers over his hole and watched his back arch. I pushed my middle finger into him and felt his entrance dilate then release.

"You don't look sick," I told him. His eyes were closed and not for the first time I noticed how long his lashes were. I dug in and touched his gland. The muscles in his tight manpussy softened further. The father in me was disgusted by how easily he opened for me while the man fucking him was completely turned on. From the beginning I'd told him we'd get to this point, where it would be easier for him to take my cock.

"Jesus, Dad," he groaned. Conflicting emotions swirled in my gut as I pulled my finger out and he whined in protest.

"Roll over," I growled at him while already guiding his leg out and across my body. He started to get up onto his knees but I pressed him flat on the bed. I got between his legs and he watched me over his shoulder take more lube to grease my cock. "You remember the first time I fucked you?"

"Yeah," he whispered, eyes on my hand spreading the lube over my shaft.

"It hurt," I stated. Brian gave a near imperceptible nod of his head that it had. "But you liked it." I held myself over him with one hand while I guided my cock with the other. I couldn't say why I wanted to hurt him but it was like I wanted to punish him. How could my own son be such a slut for my cock and why'd it have to turn me on so bad, I wondered.

I pushed and his hole resisted so I pushed harder and there was the snap of his muscles as my cock filled him in a rush. He was tight and hot, not nearly ready or lubed enough. I took in his grimace of pain and checked my body's progress. I gave him a moment to adjust somewhat before forcing the rest of my cock into the tight sheath of his ass.

"Fuuuuck," he moaned as I slid home. His grip around my cock was tight and strong, making me fight for every inch. Even after his thick cheeks cushioned my pelvis I pushed in deeper, wanting to feel the clutch of his hole around the wide base of my cock. Brian helped by tilting his ass and giving me a better angle.

"That's it, Bri, that's all of it. How's your dad's cock feel?" His arms were stretched out above him, holding onto the edge of the mattress. As I spoke he turned his head so I could see the side of his face and the flush spreading up his back. His lats flared and the muscles around the indentations of his shoulder blades twitched. His teenaged hole steadily flexed around my hard shaft.

"You've got a big fuckin' cock, Dad." His voice came out with an edge of desperation. I watched him hold still and fight the urge to get away.

"You love my big cock," I stated. I swiveled my hips in a slow grind, feeling his soft guts mold and shift around my ultra hard shaft. He sucked in a breath and his ass shifted under me in a counterpoint rhythm. I let my body settle over his and asked softly into his ear, "What do you want, Son? Tell me what you need."

"Fuck me," he said. He released the side of the bed and bent his elbows to reach back. His hands found the back of my head and held me close. "Fuck me hard, Dad. Show me how a real man fucks." I could feel his heart pounding as hard as mine, his words igniting more lust in both of us.

"You sure you can take it?" I asked. The urge to move, to mate with my son, was nearly unbearable but the anticipation had its own edge of excitement. I kept up the slow grind.

"You think I can't?" he tossed over his shoulder.

"Get up," I commanded gruffly. I pulled at his hips and brought both of us onto our knees. Brian kept his head down but I had him where I wanted him, knees spread outside mine.

I gave him one long, slow stroke. I put my thumbs into the hollows on either side of his spine just above his ass cheeks and held him steady as I pulled back to the head and fought my way back inside. He groaned from deep in his chest and his fists curled into the sheet. The friction of his clenching hole was intense on my dick. I gritted my teeth and took another plunge, faster and harder this time.

"Yes," he hissed as I bottomed out.

I set a steady pace, slowly drawing out and pounding back in until our bodies slapped together. I could've just pounded the shit out of him and cum within minutes but I wanted to draw it out for both of us. As I got closer with the need to shoot I pulled free of his squeezing chute with a pop. I took a deep breath and wiped the sweat off my forehead with the back of my arm.

I made a loose fist of my right hand just outside his ass. I fucked through my hand and hard through his twitching cunt-opening, making him grunt as the head and part of the shaft speared into him. Immediately I withdrew and repeated the move with my fist there to guide my cock. That second of resistance as my cockhead smashed through his little opening was exquisitely intense.

The sounds he was making faded away as I let the rush of sensation, the rush of fucking my son, subsume me. His asshole snapping beyond the rim of the fat head of my cock as I breached him over and over was perfect. I fucked him like that until there wasn't any more resistance. Until there was only the soft acceptance of his open hole. On the next plunge I pulled my hand away and gave him the whole length. He may have cried out but I was too wrapped up in feeling his wet heat all over my engorged meat. I gave myself a second to savor it before pulling out fully and pumping back in, my hard cock easily finding the way again and again.

"Dad, fuck, Dad, Jesus...," Brian's voice penetrated the sexual haze of my thoughts. His voice was heavy, pleading. I realized he was thrusting back to meet each full stroke. I had no idea when he'd raised himself up onto his hands.

I took him deep and held there, gripped hard onto his hips when he tried to move. Again I felt the dueling desires in me; the need to protect him and the primal desire to plunder. He reached under himself with his right hand, jerking himself.

"You'll take what I give you," I gritted out. I pulled his right arm behind his back then his left. His head and shoulders fell to the bed. I held his wrists in my right hand and leaned forward onto my left hand. I watched the clean, cut lines of his biceps and triceps as he struggled against my hold. I held him and fucked him with sharp and deep jabs of his father's cock.

"Fuck," he cried out. I couldn't tell if he was trying to get away or get more heavy dicking as he squirmed in my grasp. I didn't care.

"Take that fucking cock," I told him in a voice like rusted steel, hammering away at his ripe ass.

"Yes... God, yes!" he shouted, needy words that made my cock throb and balls tighten.

"You'll take my cock... and my cum," I panted between thrusts that shook his hard muscled body. I wouldn't have been able to stop fucking him for anything in the world, well past the point of no return. I fucked him maniacally, only caring for my own need, as his silky insides massaged the length of my pistoning cock with a constant ripple and clench.

I came hard and heavy, out of nowhere. His chute locked down around my stuttering cock as he joined me. The ripple and clench grew stronger as he unloaded onto the sheet and I bellowed like a bull because his ass was pulling the cum out of me in thick waves.

What felt like long minutes later my spasming body collapsed onto his. I released my hold on his arms and wrapped him in mine. Mind numb and hazy with release I held my son and felt his heaving chest against mine. I rolled us onto our sides but I couldn't stand the thought of pulling out of his ass. I leaned over him and he turned his head so our lips could touch. I kissed him softly with slack lips and a slow-moving tongue and Brian responded in kind.

While my cock softened and slowly shrank from his cum-lubed hole I almost fell asleep. I managed to rouse myself long minutes later when I could think again. "Why'd you call out of school again?" I asked.

"We need to talk," he told me and paused. I felt an uncomfortable ache in my gut at that. "I fucked Uncle Paul last night." 



Vice Ch. 03



Vice 3 – Brian Grady

Sunday morning I woke up horny but Dad wasn't in bed with me. I thought of the night before and the way he'd fucked up into my ass as I rode him. I could practically feel the way that big cock of my father's had split me open. And the quickie in my Cousin Lisa's bedroom had been something else. I rolled over and grinded my piss-hard cock against the sheet. The tacky feel of lube and dried cum in the slot of my ass didn't feel very sexy so I got up and headed for the bathroom.

After a shower I felt better and found my dad in the kitchen. He was wearing just a ratty old pair of plaid boxers and reading the newspaper at the table. I mumbled a good morning and snatched up his empty coffee cup as I passed by. I got him a refill and a cup for myself. As I set the fresh mug down on the table Dad took my hand and pulled me down for a quick kiss and a, "Thanks, Son." It didn't mean anything at the time, hell he barely looked away from the paper.

I took a seat and we talked about me heading over to Mom's house. I had the idea to start something but ended up taking off for breakfast at her house where I knew I'd find better food. Ten minutes later I was there and my mom proceeded to spoil me with a huge meal, complaining the whole time about how she hadn't seen me very much.

Her new boyfriend, Bob, was there but I ignored him. It was easy because I had so much other shit on my mind. I was still thinking about the way my dad had kissed me that morning, something about it driving me to obsess. I'd seen him do it to my mom thousands of times growing up, catching her hand as she gave him something with a kiss and a thanks. I'd seen him do it to the dozens of women he'd "dated" since the divorce, women who wore too much makeup and I figured were closer to my age than his. It was strange to be on the receiving end of such a familiar move with so much implied casual intimacy. It left a queasy feeling in my gut the more I thought about it.

If anything Monday was even worse. Between classes I texted Dad that I'd be spending the night at Mom's. The more I thought about it the madder I got. I wasn't my mom or one of his stupid bitches and still..., it made me feel like such a dumb kid because there was a big part of me that wanted my father as my boyfriend, or something. The other part of me couldn't even name what it wanted. I told myself to stop, to let it go and live in the moment, in a few months I'd be leaving for Colorado. Besides he'd told me right from the beginning not to let the sex fuck with my head....

I unlock the door of my dad's house and push it open with my hip while I struggle to hold my gym bag, my duffle bag full of clothes with my lacrosse stick wedged between the handles and keep my backpack on my shoulder. It's my weekend with him, per the custody agreement, even though I'd been eighteen for a month and could stay wherever I wanted. Even so, I'd never have missed a weekend with my father. From the living room I could hear the television and whatever game was on.

I would've called out to him, let him know I was home, but someone spoke before I could and I didn't want to interrupt. "So, I'll have it back by next weekend." I recognized the voice of my Uncle Paul, who's not actually my uncle. I hadn't seen him in awhile.

"Keep it as long as you need it. I won't be home anyway. There's a bust - we've been planning this sting for the last two months. It's huge." My dad's deeper voice carries out of the room.

"Yeah? Thanks, Jay, no worries. So, where's this place at?" Uncle Paul asks.

"Out by the highway past Seventh. It's called Bucky's, a gay strip club. You wouldn't believe the shit that goes on there." I quietly put my stuff down and close the door without making any noise. My dad never tells me any of the interesting parts of his job and I want to hear what I can.

"Oh? Like what?"

"The strippers turn tricks in the back. They have a couple rooms, sorta' like closets, back there. We suspect a number of them are under eighteen."

"How many of you are going in?"

"Ten on the inside, twelve uniforms outside to help with the clean-up." Uncle Paul whistles in amazement.

"Damn, how many you expecting to bust?" he goes on to ask.

"There's ten guys working the rooms between dances, the manager who's kinda' like a pimp and as many johns as we can catch in the act. Me and Shore've been casing the place for a month."

"Must be real hard for you to go in a place like that and pretend you're gay?" Uncle Paul asks in a loud hushed voice. He sounds almost angry and there is this strained silence coming from the other room.

I'm listening to all this and the idea of my dad getting a lap dance from a dude is making me hard when my phone vibrates in my pocket. I forgot to take it out of silent mode after school which is good and bad. Good 'cause it's not making a sound but bad 'cause it makes me jump and one of my bags hits the door behind me with a soft thump. The voices in the living room go quiet so, thinking quick, I reach back and open the door just to close it loudly.

"Dad! I'm home," I yell out, fishing my phone out of my pocket. It gives me something to look at as I walk in so he can't see the guilt on my face. I shift the duffle so it's covering the tent in my pants.

"What's up, Bri? How was school and practice?" I look up to face the two of them. They're sitting on opposite ends of the long sofa and looking over at me.

"It was cool. Hey, Uncle Paul." I tuck the phone away even though I haven't looked at the text message.

"Brian," Uncle Paul says. He's already up and moving towards me. I haven't seen him in a few years and he looks good, the same. He doesn't hesitate for a second and hugs me tight, in spite of all the shit I'm carrying. He was always around as I was growing up and it only occurs to me then how strange it is that he hasn't been around at all recently.

"It's good to see you, Brian."

"You too, Uncle Paul. It's been awhile, huh?" He lets go of me and holds me out at arm's length.

"You're looking good. Growing up quick." There's something there in his face that I can't read. It's almost like he's sad or regretful. An awkward pause settles over us and I'm not sure what to say. 

I pat the duffle covering my crotch and say, "I'm gonna put my stuff away," and turn around for the stairs.

"Pizza'll be here any minute," my dad yells from behind me. I'm already halfway up the stairs.

In my room I throw all my shit on the bed and pull out my laptop. Because I'm dying of curiosity and still hard as a rock so I look up Bucky's. The website, when I find it, is one page with a picture of two young guys in briefs with their arms around each other. Above the image is the hours the place is open and in the bottom left is a phone number while the bottom right shows a tiny map with their location. That's all there is and I'm a little pissed there isn't more, I mean, it doesn't even say what the place is. I bookmark the page and close the computer to head downstairs just as the bell rings.

Dad's waiting for me to eat and Uncle Paul is nowhere to be seen. I sit on the couch and help myself to a slice of pizza. It's the opposite of Mom's house where we always sit at the table and dinner is always at six.

"Where'd Uncle Paul go?" I look at Dad when I ask and he's scowling. I can't help noticing that he looks especially hot today in his jeans and an old faded gray t-shirt. His dark hair is a little messed up like he's been running his fingers through it and it suits him.

"He had to go. He was just here to borrow some of my tools."

"I haven't seen him in forever, Dad. He didn't want to stay for dinner?"

"He's busy, Brian. He's building some cabinets or something and had to go."

"Were you guys fighting?" I only ask because there was something going on earlier. Until the divorce I'd seen him practically every day of my life.

"Just drop it, Brian." His attitude pisses me off but I let it go. We watch TV for awhile but don't talk and eventually I go up to my room and work on homework.

My lacrosse coach has this motto and it has always served me well. It has more to do with getting down the field as a team but it applies to everyday life too. So on Tuesday I make this plan. I tell my mom that I'm spending the night at Dad's but I know he'll be at work. They don't talk unless they have to so I'm pretty safe. Plus they trust me because I've almost never fucked up.

I get to Bucky's at seven. I have my ID out to prove I'm eighteen, even if just barely. I pay the twenty dollar cover and get a bracelet put on me, so the bartender will know I'm not twenty-one, and a ticket for a free drink. When the guy at the door lets me in I go down this long hallway past the bathrooms to a big room. There are a bunch of ratty couches around the sides, against the walls. In the middle of the room are what look like old theatre seats in rows and grouped around them are a few small tables with regular chairs. Over on my left is a stage area with two poles from the floor up to the ceiling and a horizontal bar that hangs down from the ceiling.

The AC is pumping and it's kind of cold inside. And dark. There aren't many lights and most of them are black-light. I glance around and see that there are only a few other guys sitting down. On the stage a guy is dancing against one of the poles in a thong. He's really skinny and his muscles make me want to laugh. An old guy in the front row is totally perving on him, which is vaguely creepy.

I have this urge to run out of the place but my need is so much greater than it. I've never known another gay guy except "Frankie the fag" who's in my class at school. I've never picked on him like some of my friends but I've never talked to him either. He's kind of effeminate and definitely flamboyant which makes me nervous and ashamed, a little guilty, whenever I even look at him; so I mostly just ignore him completely. Some of the skinny guys wandering around remind me of Frankie but I don't feel all those strange emotions, probably because they're complete strangers.

There are other guys wandering around. A few are hot and a few look like the kid on the stage. I can tell they work there because none of them have a shirt on but they're wearing jeans or baggy shorts. One is really hot and I catch myself staring at him. He's leaning over the little bar where they serve drinks. He has on really threadbare jeans with a rip in the ass that shows a smooth portion of his cheek. If he has anything on underneath you can tell it must be of the anal-floss variety.

The guy tending bar shoots his eyes towards me and hot guy looks over, smiling. I can't help smiling back even though I'm blushing. I've made it this far and I won't back down, not yet. My goal is to hook up with a guy. I've assessed the situation and now my objective is to get with this guy. He doesn't even look back at the bartender guy, just pushes away from the bar and heads straight for me.

"Hey, man," he says when he gets close. He's the same height as me, built like me. He puts a hand on my shoulder and I shove mine in my pockets to hide how nervous I am.

"Hey," I say. His hand feels warm and heavy on me. I wish I hadn't eaten. He has on some really strong cologne and his teeth shine really bright in the black-light. He walks behind me and his body brushes up against my back and ass. It takes everything in me to keep on breathing.

"You looking for a dance, kid?" He asks me right into my ear and I can smell the mint on his breath over the strong scent he's wearing. It makes a little shiver run up my back. But he called me a kid and it sort of pisses me off because he can't be much older than I am. It helps because I'm not quite as freaked out as I was.

"I heard you, uh, give more than dances." I turn to face him as I say the words and take my hands out of my pockets. He takes one and puts my palm on his smooth chest.

"Yeah? Then what do you really want?" I'm so close to getting what I want that I can taste it.

"A-a blowjob?" It snuck out with the lilt on the end, making it a question.

"Sure, I can do that. You want to give it or receive it?"

"Receive." At least I'm sure about that. "How much is it?"

"Fifty," he says without blinking an eye. I have a hundred in my pocket that my grandparents sent me from Florida for my birthday. I nod and hold his eyes. He takes my hand from his firm chest and uses it to lead me to a door beside the stage. On the way by he exchanges a nod with the bartender. He leads me to a little room in a corridor full of doors.

There's a small cot inside and some shelves that are screwed into the bare wall. He closes the door and turns to face me.

"Is this your first time with a guy?" I wonder how he knows but I figure it must be obvious. I nod and he continues. "You're better looking than most I get in here. I'll blow you for thirty if you take off your clothes and let me touch you." This is going so much easier than I thought. For a second it makes me worried that something will go wrong.

"Yeah, I can do that." He watches me and I'm not sure what to do next. After a minute he sticks his hand out and I realize he's waiting to be paid. Feeling stupid I reach into my pocket and pull out the money to give him two twenties. He stuffs them into a lockbox on one of the shelves.

"If it's good you can tip me another twenty," he says matter-of-factly as he reaches for the bottom of my t-shirt. He lifts it up and I help him get it off. It's barely out of the way before he drops to his knees in front of me. He watches me with a smile as he begins to unbuckle my belt. I lean back against the door and my cock gets hard. Finally, finally it's going to happen.

The guy pushes my pants and underwear down to my ankles and my dick springs out. He takes it in hand and fists it a few times, studying my cock, while his other hand skims over my chest and abs. His eyes look less blue in the dim light but he's still really good-looking. My heart rate speeds up in anticipation while another guy touches my dick for the first time.

"You've got a big cock," he tells me then puts his mouth on it. It's hot and wet in there. He sucks on the head and slides his lips down about halfway, a firm hand working the shaft. I put my hands on the door behind me and tell myself not to cum. It's useless because after three good pulls the orgasm builds up and erupts from my cock. I had no idea I was so close and it takes both of us by surprise.

"Shit... sorry." I jerk my hips back and a shot of my cum hits him on the face then the chest. I watch helplessly as the rest of my load spews out onto the floor.

"It's usually polite to warn a guy," he says with a smile after he's spit my cum into the palm of his hand.

I'm glad he's not mad. "Sorry," I mumble for the second time. And I was sorry, a little embarrassed for cumming so quick, but mostly I was already thinking about how I was going to go home and jerk off thinking about him. I think of the way my hand had felt on his bare chest, his hand on my cock, his too-strong cologne, his blue eyes looking up at me and most of all his mouth on me. I'm already burning the images into my head.

"It's fine, bro. You said it was your first time with a guy, right?" he asks me while he stands up and walks over to the other wall. There are some shelves there with random things on them.

"Yeah," I admit for the second time. He pulls what looks like a baby-wipe out of a container on the shelf and wipes my cum off his face and chest. He's looking right at me while he does it and grabs another wipe to clean off his hands.

"Don't worry about it, the second time will be better. Hold on a minute and you'll be ready," he starts to say but he's interrupted by a gentle knock on the door of the little room. Someone on the other side softly calls out, "Chad, you in there?" The guy, who must be Chad, gets this panicked look on his face then smiles and shakes his head. He rushes over and pushes me off the door.

He opens the door, just enough to look out, and says, "I'm with someone but we're done. Give me a minute, okay?" The guy on the other side says something I can't hear and Chad responds with, "No, it'll only take a minute. Don't go anywhere." Chad closes the door and he's smiling wide. I hadn't realized what a handsome guy he is.

"It's one of my regulars, you have to go." He picks up my t-shirt and hands it to me by pressing it against my chest until I take it. I'm still standing beside the door with my pants down around my ankles. "God, I normally wouldn't rush you out of here. I swear I was even going to wait for an encore. But this guy's special. I like him a lot."

I fumble to pull up my pants and underwear with the t-shirt in my hand, feeling awkward. Chad fixes the bedding on the cot even though it's perfectly made. "There's just something about this guy. He makes me want to get fucked, you know?" I was pretty sure he wasn't talking to me so much as talking out loud. "He just has this way of taking over and... I always thought I hated it, that it was only something I could do for money." He looks over at me and realizes I'm dressed. He shakes his head a little and ushers me to the other side of the door to open it.

I walk out and the big guy on the other side steps back to make way for me. He's wearing a baseball cap and looking down at his feet so I can't see his face but his body looks good. Big and beefy with muscles under a worn t-shirt. I turn and walk down the hall. Chad is right behind me, and gushing, "I didn't think I'd see you tonight. I'm so glad you came." For the first time he kinda' sounds like a fag.

Just as I turn to head into the lounge area I glance back. Chad is wrapped around the big guy, kissing him. As I'm about to look away he pulls back from the kiss and his eyes meet mine. My father, looking right at me. His eyes widen in recognition and he pulls away from Chad. His lips part but no sound comes out. I'm not sure what it is that's moving in me but I turn and run. Literally, I run out of Bucky's and don't look back. I hop into my car and race out of the parking lot like I'm being chased.

Without thought I make my way to the highway, still in shock. It settles in slowly that I'd just seen my dad kissing another guy, a guy who'd just given me my first man-on-man blowjob. The mouth that had just held a load of my cum was kissing my father. And Chad had said he was a regular, that he liked my dad fucking him.

On auto-pilot I'm headed toward my mom's house, where I'd grown up. As the facts settle in I turn around and drive to my dad's. I let myself in and sit in the dark on the sofa, trying to come up with some sort of plan. Wondering what to say, what he'd say; if he'd try to deny the whole thing. I wasn't there for very long, ten or fifteen minutes, before Dad gets home. I still haven't thought of a thing to say or do.

"Brian," he calls out as he lets himself in. He rounds the corner and turns on the living room lights, blinking at me. "Oh, hey...," he starts and stops. We watch one another, waiting to see who would speak first.

"What were you doing there?" he asks, breaking the silence and seeming almost mad.

"Getting a blowjob. What were you doing there?" I answer then ask the question without meeting his eyes.

"I was there for work, checking out a tip." He says it with a straight face but I'd seen him kissing another guy. For a slit second I wonder if I somehow have things wrong but there's no way. Would he really try and play it off, I wonder. "And since when do you go to a place like that for sex?" He sounds angry but I'm getting pretty riled up myself. I stand to face off with him, hands loose at my sides.

"He told me, that guy Chad, he told me that you've fucked him... that you're one of his regulars." His face goes pale and his jaw ticks, somewhere between pissed and scared.




Vice Ch. 03



"I asked you a question, Brian." His expression resolves into just plain angry as he speaks. I'm not exactly scared, sort of anxious would best describe what I was feeling. I see no way for this to end well. I decided to lay all my cards on the table.

"I'm gay and I don't know any gay guys so when I heard you telling Uncle Paul about that place I decided to go there and check it out. I met that guy and he sucked me off." There, question answered. My turn, "What were you doing there?"

"I wanted to warn Chad not to be there this weekend." My first thought is that his actions are a little unethical, which is stupid. He's been fucking the guy, of course he can't let him get arrested. All this immediately followed by a thought that takes all my breath away and it blurts out of my mouth.

"Fuck, are you gay?" Despite everything I've learned the idea still strikes me like lightening.

"I'm not gay, just sometimes...," he pauses to visibly calm himself down. Several deep breaths later, he asks, "Listen, what did your mom tell you about the divorce?"

"Nothing, she's never said a word. Even when I asked. Wait, did she catch you with a guy or something?" The whole thing seems so surreal. I can't believe we're having this conversation.

"Yeah, but it's not like you think, Son." He spreads his hands out before him, palms up. "It was with a guy I'd known for a long time and we'd been doing stuff together before I ever met your mother. I never wanted her to know. I," I hold up a hand to cut him off.

"Then you're bi?" I ask, speaking before he's finished talking. My brain is quietly imploding. Little pieces of information begin falling into a pattern, stuff I've seen or heard over the last two years.

"I guess so, if you have to have a label. But it's not," and again I cut off his bullshit.

"It was Uncle Paul, wasn't it? Jesus Christ, it was Uncle Paul." So many things are starting to make sense. The divorce, Uncle Paul's sudden absence and Dad's transfer to Vice, suddenly all fit together. I collapse back onto the sofa, my mind running a million miles a second. At least I don't have to be nervous about coming out to my dad, I think to myself.

"Yes, it was Paul. It started when we were in the police academy and went on up until the divorce. We were being careless and your mother came home early one day. She caught us. It was stupid and I never should've let it carry on." I haven't been looking at him. As he finishes talking I turn and smile up at him, feeling so relieved.

"Then you don't care if I'm gay." I'm stupidly happy about that fact after years of worrying over it.

"Are you sure you're gay, Son? A person's sexuality can change over time, they're not even sure when it gets fixed one way or the other. When things started between Paul and me I never thought it was more than one buddy helping out another...," he started telling me.

I watch him and his words become nothing but background noise to the racing of my thoughts. There he is standing tall, looking amazing like always. It feel like I've wanted him forever and he's starred in so many of my fantasies. The night's revelations are turning my world upside down yet... 

Not long after he transferred to Vice I'd looked it up online, wanting to understand some of the changes that were so jarring in his appearance. The article I'd read gave the obvious definitions of the word then went on to talk about the police. It said that traditionally Vice referred to the investigation and prosecution of crimes that society considered "inherently immoral" like prostitution, gambling and drugs. It made sense, as I researched more, that he couldn't go out looking like a cop when busting hookers.

The words "inherently immoral" had stuck in my head after that. Now they come back, echoing in my head, as I consider doing the most inherently immoral thing I could ever imagine – seducing my father. I get a warm feeling in my gut, like I get right before a game, of mixed anticipation and nerves. I take a deep breath and stand to face my dad.

"...it can get all mixed up in your head, you know?" I've missed most of what he'd just said but I remember what had started it.

"Dad, I'm sure I'm gay. Very gay. I'm so gay that I jerk off thinking about my own father having sex with me." I slowly close the distance between us as I speak. "Thinking about the way another man's dick would feel in my hand," I say it and hold my hand up between us. I can't guess what he is thinking from the look on his face. "How it would feel, taste, in my mouth." A not very subtle lick of my lips. "In my ass?"

"Brian, you can't..." I put my hand on his shoulder, just like the stripper had done to me earlier that night. His words trail off and a heat or hunger blazes in his eyes.

"Your dick, Dad. I imagined what it would feel like if it was you fucking me." I'm not sure what to expect with my confession but I'm not ready for what happens. I startle and jump as Dad's hand lashes out and fists in my t-shirt. I don't even have time to be afraid as he drags me forward and spins me into the wall so my back is plastered against it. I can't catch a deep breath with the way he is instantly looming over me, nearly nose to nose.

"Brian...," he whispers my name so close I can feel the dampness of his breath on my lips. We're eye to eye and it's so intense when he breathes out the word, "son," as not even a whisper. I can actually feel the struggle inside him like a steel band around my chest, digging in and making me want to cringe. Acting completely on instinct, turned on but also wanting to ease his pain, I grip his hard and swollen biceps as I bring my knee up between his legs and press against his crotch. I can feel how hard he is and flex my thigh against his cock.

Like a high-tension wire snapping he growls in his throat just a second before he moves in. He crowds me into the wall with his chest and shoulders and the force of his mouth covering mine makes the back of my head hit it with a dull thud. His big hands latch onto my ass and his lips force mine apart as he forces his tongue into my mouth. I gasp into him and he uses his hold on my ass to bring our crotches together, hard cock to hard cock.

I can't even take it all in before a shuddering groan wells up out of my chest and vibrates through our mouths while I sperm the inside of my shorts. My body seizes up then it's like every bone melts away and I buckle against the wall. Dad pulls back but his big hands slide up from my ass to my pits and help control the fall as I land on my knees.

His hard-on, trapped behind his jeans, is right in my face and I watch his hands move to unbuckle and unbutton. Dad pushes his pants and underwear down and the big cock swings out towards my face, inches away. It's huge and scary but I don't really have time to take it in as the smell of his crotch sweeps me away like a wave. He smells salty and primal, utterly male. My mouth floods with saliva as I take a deep breath in, a contact high that no drug could ever duplicate rolls through me. My dad's stink makes me moan, keeps me hard.

He grabs hold of himself as he leans in and paints the wide head over my spit-slick lips. Automatically I open my mouth for him. "Just the head," he tells me, his voice is rusty and low. I look up and our eyes meet as he continues, "That's your dad's cock in your mouth.... Tastes good?"

All of this happens in the space of seconds as I stretch and wrap my lips around the reddish-purple head. Dad is stroking himself and I can't believe the taste of him, the strange sensation of having something so large in my mouth. It feels alien and I have the random thought that nothing I haven't eaten has ever been inside my mouth like this. I want more of it but his other hand rests on my head and keeps me in place. I look up while Dad leans forward so his forehead rests against the wall behind me.

As soon as his cock had fit itself between my lips I started licking it, testing its smooth surface with my tongue. I find the slit at the tip and dig in only to have my tongue forced aside by the first shot of his cum. I can't help but to be startled at the force of it and the way his next shot lands against my palate. I may have tried to pull away but his hand is still there keeping me close. It's pure instinct that has me swallowing and sucking in time for the next shot. It's slimy and bitter, salty and a little bit chunky but delicious because it's my dad's and I can't get enough. His seed leaves a film on my tongue and in my throat as I swallow it down convulsively.

Completely spent he moves away and we watch one another, me on my knees at the wall and him leaning back against the arm of the sofa, after his cock slips out of my mouth. "You still want that fucking?" he asks me after a long moment where we silently try to read each other. All I can do is nod as I'm still trying to swallow down the remains of his thick load.

"Upstairs," he says and I push off the wall onto my feet. Before I can move he grabs me and pins up against the wall. It's cool against my chest and his body is hot against my back. "Fuck, I just came, Brian..." He leans in and inhales deep. "But I swear I could fucking rape you right here." He grinds in harder and I push back. My heart is pounding with how much I want it and how I scared I am that he'll do it. A part of me really can't believe this is happening. He pulls me off the wall and gives a little shove toward the stairs so I take off.

I pause at the door to my room and look back at my dad, who's just reaching the top of the stairs holding his jeans up though his cock is still out and flopping against his thick thigh with each step. "My room," he tells me, like he can read my mind. I walk down the hall and hear him say, "Clothes off," as I step through the door to his bedroom.

I've been in here a hundred times but this time it's like I don't even recognize it. The big bed looks huge, unmade with all the blankets thrown over to the side he doesn't sleep on. I push off what I'm wearing, not even bothering to unbutton or unzip, and remember I'd cum in my shorts as I peel off my wet boxers. I'm naked before he enters the room.

I turn around and his eyes travel up my body from where they'd been on my ass. When our eyes meet he gives a brief nod to the bed and I pull the bedding down to the bottom before climbing on. It's incredibly embarrassing but I do it on all fours with my ass pointed back towards my dad with some idea of making myself look sexy. I probably end up looking stupid but I'm too turned on to care. Once I'm in the middle I roll over onto my back and look at him. He's hard again, his big dick pulsing while I watch it get longer and thicker.

He walks to the bedside and I'm panting, trying to anticipate what he's going to do, but he's studying my body as he opens the drawer of his nightstand and pulls out a bottle of, I assume, lube along with a few condoms. He leaves all of it on top of the nightstand and shuts the drawer, steps back. He pulls off his shirt and our eyes meet before I can't help looking down at his hairy chest with its thick slabs of muscle.

"You like the way I look?" he asks as he shucks of his pants and underwear.

"Yeah," I wheeze out. I can't stop looking at him all over, disbelieving I have permission to actually check him out full on instead of catching peeks from the corners of my eyes. From his thick biceps with the raised veins running up each one to the dark pit-hair curling out from his underarms then over his chest and muscles of his abs my eyes get stuck on his large cock rising out of a thick bush of curling dark hair. I'm so turned on I feel like I might die from it. Like my heart is going to pound out of my chest.

"I like the way you look, too." His voice is deep and a little hoarse. "Have for a while now," he admits. His words make my cock leak with a sick excitement as I imagine him checking me out when I was younger. All I can wish is that we'd done this sooner and the thought of myself at sixteen, or younger, doing this makes my stomach ache with a perverse heat.

Dad leans over the bed and grabs my ankle. He drags me to the edge as he sits at an angle with his back partially turned away from me, hauling me half onto his lap like I don't weigh nearly two-hundred pounds. I end up with my ass hanging over one of his hairy thighs so I can feel the coarse hairs against the tops of my ass cheeks. He hooks my leg that's closest to him over his shoulders and pushes my outer leg up and back, holding it in place with his forearm. My wide open asscrack is hanging out and vulnerable between his spread thighs.

I curl up enough to see him grab the bottle of lube with his free hand and flip the top open with his thumb. The whole thing happens so fast I can barely register how I got there. He pours a cool stream of clear gel right onto my puckered hole, making me shiver, and places the open bottle back onto the nightstand. I feel the pads of two thick fingers rubbing over my shitter and I can't help groaning out loud from the feel, like I can actually feel the swells and ridges of his fingerprints sliding across my extra sensitive skin.

Just as I focus on relaxing the muscles there and feel them going lax Dad pushes in with both fingers. I grunt as he sighes out an amazed, "Fuck." It's too much too fast but I've done this to myself enough that I know what to do. I take a deep breath and force myself not to clench around his thick digits. I relax back onto the bed and close my eyes while Dad twists his fingers around a few times before fucking them in and out of me.

"You've never done this before," he tells me, just loud enough for me to hear.

"No," I agree in the same soft tone. I grab the sheet and bunch it in my fists as I wait for the burn and pain to fade some.

"What'd you and Will do?" he asks.

"Will?" I question back. I'm so wrapped up in my own head I wonder if I missed something.

"Chad, I mean. The whore. What'd you two do?" His words are gruff, a little irritated. I process the fact that 'Chad' is an alias and that my father knows the guy's real name.

"He went down on me." The last part comes out on a whine as Dad adds another finger to my over-stuffed hole. Haven't we already been over this, I think.

"You liked that?" he asks as he fingers me. "But you've thought of me fucking you?" He doesn't wait for an answer and he doesn't get one as he reaches deep and digs into my prostate with his fingertips. I shudder and grit my teeth as pleasure mixes with the pain. I know that spot well, know to rub the little lump as I jerk off. "You're old man's a dirty, depraved fucker," he continues.

"No," I respond quickly. I'm too worried, for a second, that he's having second thoughts.

"I'm not.... I'm giving you fair warning, kid." Despite the old nickname when I open my eyes he's not smiling. He's dead serious. We stay locked like that for a long minute. I realize he's trying to tell me something but I don't care. He twists the fingers one last time before pulling them out, saying, "Get on your belly."

I swing my legs back and roll over one shoulder so I land in the middle of the big bed. I turn enough to watch Dad as he picks up one of the condoms and rips it open with his teeth. His cock looks fucking huge jutting out like a club and the tip is turning more purple than red. It's a little bit scary but my gut doesn't just flutter with anxiety because it also looks fucking potent and hot. My own cock throbs against the sheet and I wish we were just fucking already.

I realize it's been a few minutes and Dad is awfully quiet so I look up. He's holding the condom in his hand but he's looking at me. "You ever do this with another guy, you use one of these," he tells me and holds up the condom, using his patented dad's-authoritative-voice. I already know about condoms and I'm impatient 'cause I can feel my asshole getting tight again even though I'm trying really hard not to squeeze it closed like my body wants to do. I'm just about to tell him all this when he tosses the unused condom onto the nightstand and picks up the lube. I watch the condom fall, I'm sure with a confused expression, and look back at him while he says, "Your dad gets to go bare."

All I'm thinking is, 'He's going to cum in my ass,' and I can't help grinding my cock against the bed. He's my dad and it doesn't even occur to me to wonder if I trust him like that. All I can think about is his hot seed flooding my virgin chute. Just the thought of it is almost enough to make me shoot and I let up on the grinding to focus on watching Dad pour lube up the shaft of his cock and smooth it on with one big paw of a hand.

"Spread your legs wider," he says as he puts his knees on the mattress and moves toward me. I do what he wants and can't look away from him until he's on his knees between my wide-spread thighs and my head is craned around as far as my neck will go.

"Turn your ass up more." I raise and lift my hips while arching my back until I'm basically on my knees and chest. I turn and rub my face on the sheet to get rid of the sweat on my face and my cock feels so freaking heavy where it's bobbing from between my legs.

"Oh God," I groan because I can't believe this is really happening as Dad drops down onto one hand and I bounce a little on the bed. The huge head slots between my cheeks and nudges up against my burning asshole. Then both of Dad's hands are just above and outside my shoulders as he leans in and I can feel the heat off his body all long my back. I can smell the sweat he's worked up.

I feel like I'm going to hyperventilate with how excited I am. It's just like almost every fantasy I've ever had about my father only better and he hasn't even given me that huge – even bigger than I'd imagined - cock. "Breathe," he orders and I do my best to comply. I turn to see him as much as I can and he cocks his head so our eyes lock as he applies pressure to my hole with his blunt cockhead.

There's a second where I'm sure he won't fit it in, where I know he's just too big. It's only a second then his cock surges into my ass and I feel the pop inside me as the head passes the outer muscles and sinks deep. The pain is immediate and sharp. Christ, it hurts bad. I'd scream but my chest is locked. It's even worse than the end of football junior year when some guy landed on my ankle with his knee and fucked it up. At least then I had a second to prepare for it. 

Dad's weight lands on my back and he hunches his hips forward until every last inch of his cock is stuffed inside my screaming rectum. He shoves his hands under my armpits and wraps them around my shoulders so every hairy, sweat-slick part of his chest and belly is pressed against my back. His legs line up with mine and push them impossibly wider.

"It hurts," he grinds the words out against my ear and his voice is harsh. I want to beg him to take it out but I still can't catch even a gasp of air so I nod, let him see the tears welling up in my eyes that I can't stop. "Supposed to hurt the first time, Son. If you were a girl you'd be bleeding."

My asshole is clenching and spasms uselessly around the thick base of his cock while my guts are trying to push him out like his cock's a giant shit. I feel like I am bleeding, like he's torn me open to make room for his mammoth prick. I push off the bed and manage to lift us both enough for my lungs to expand and draw in a shaking breath. Then he grinds his hips so his dick stirs my insides and I collapse. I want to crawl away but he has me wrapped up tight, pinned in place.

"Stop squirming." His voice is gravelly and strained. "After this it'll get easier each time." He stops moving so I stop trying to get away, not fully aware that I'd been trying. "Jesus, Son. You don't know..." We lay there like that for a long time, not moving, while he whispers in my ear. "You feel so good, so tight." The pain starts to fade some but the pressure, the fullness is still there. "Just wait 'til you're ready. Wait 'til I can really move, 'til we can fuck. I'm gonna do you so good. Gonna make you scream. I wanna hear you beg me to fuck you harder, beg your father to take you hard and make you my bitch."




Vice Ch. 03



His words are so hot and I'm noticing that the more aroused I get the more my ass eases up on the pulsing death-grip it has on his cock. My brain ticks out the things I've been too preoccupied to notice. Things like the weight and heat of him covering me, the musky stink of his pits and mine, the way his heart is racing behind the heavy pecs plastered to my back and how he's breathing so hard. He moves some and his cock shifts, drawing a gasp from me. Not a gasp of pain because it feels different; painful but not.

Before I can explain it to myself he actually pulls back a tiny bit and instantly shoves back in, planting his cock deep again. The strange not-pain feeling is even more intense and I move restlessly against him. There's something there, in that feeling, that I need – have – to understand like I'm on the verge of something.

"Da-a-a-ad," I whine and moan. I need him to move and give me something I can't articulate. "Please," I gasp. He chuckles and I feel the sound transfer from deep in his chest to mine.

"You're almost ready," he husks out in an amused rasp.

"Yeah," I tell him, not sure if I'm agreeing or if it's a question.

"Gonna fuck this sweet son-ass." I want to laugh at all the S's in that statement but I'm too busy trying to get him to move. "Now you want this?" he asks, again with that rumbling chuckle and an abbreviated thrust. I whimper like a fucking puppy. Not that I care, it's still my dad on top of me. However I seem or act, looking tough in front of my father while he takes my cherry is at the bottom of my list of worries.

I'd known my ass was sensitive but, shit, it's like my whole brain is focused on the long, wide path Dad's carved into my body. I swear the head's nudging against my ribs. It doesn't hurt so much as it's just fucking overwhelming. I'm only half-hard but I feel like I might cum at any second. That pressure inside is thrilling and each short slide feels kinda' like a stroke on my hard cock feels, sort of. I can't quantify it, those alien sensations, as Dad starts a gentle glide of short strokes with his hips.

"Dad, Dad," I'm panting and grunting. Every fifth or sixth stroke he pulls back a little more then pushes home. It's a slow buildup to full on longdicking me. He's raised up at some point and released my shoulders so only his chest is still on me and his forearms are digging into the mattress either side of me. I roll my hips and he's sinking deeper but it brings the belly of his cock into alignment with my prostate. It's fucking heaven, that monster skating over my joy-spot combined with the deep penetration and the friction on my asslips.

My father is muttering and cursing. I think he's praising me. I know I hear him say clearly, "Take my cock, boy." I don't know when or how but I realize my body has gone from actively fighting the invasion to welcoming it. My ass is practically sucking him in as he pulls out then squeezing to keep him in. I want to tell him to never stop. I'm ready to beg for more but he kicks it up a notch like he knows what I need.

He's pounding into me, his strokes going from a smooth glide to a serious ramming. The sound of our bodies slapping together is louder than the rough curses Dad's expelling with each breathe. It's killing me. I feel like if I don't cum I'm truly going to explode.

He wraps one big hand around my throat, his thumb on my jaw. He tilts my head back and turns it so he can force his thick tongue between my lips. The move trips some inner trigger and I'm cumming all over the sheets and my stomach, backsplash ricocheting around with each hard shot of cum. My ass locks down but my dad doesn't let it stop his hammering cock and it makes each sensation of his thrusting cock more concentrated.

It seems like the longest orgasm of my life, stretched out to minutes instead of seconds, while I howl into my dad's voracious mouth. Just as I feel my balls emptying out he rips his mouth away with a roar. He releases my throat and pushes off the bed onto his knees. My father latches on to my hips and drags them higher as he pounds into me. I feel his cock swell and the next dozen strokes are so brutally hard and deep that they make the ones before seem gentle.

My cock spits out a few last dribbles as I feel the hard shots of his seed splash against my tender insides. The wet heat gushes out around his cock when I can't contain it all. I feel it run down my thighs and the back of my drawn-tight ballsac. His body shudders hard a few times as he finishes dropping his load into my ass.

In the aftermath he lowers my hips down to the bed and his long cock slowly snakes its way out of my sore ass. It hurts a little as the heads pops free and I moan at the loss. I feel bruised inside and out. Dad falls onto his side and reaches out to pull me into him, makes me the little spoon. His bottom arm goes under my head and wraps around my chest as he uses the other hand to rub my load into the skin of my stomach. We lay there, catching our breath until I'm almost asleep.

"Promise this won't fuck with your head?" He sounds serious.

"Only if it's not going to happen again," I tell him after a second. I'm not really joking and I think he knows it but I don't feel like getting into some shitty, deep discussion over the whole thing. Besides, it's been a really long day and I just want to sleep. So I do.

I'd promised not to let it fuck with my head but I'd woken up the next morning, no longer a virgin, and crawled out of Dad's bed, purposefully quiet not to wake him, to get ready for school. I'll admit I was anxious about what we'd done together, more about what Dad might've been thinking. I shouldn't have worried. Dad had been waiting for me in the living room. He didn't say a word, just took my duffle in one hand and lifted off my backpack with the other. He bent me over the couch, brandishing the lube, and tugged down my favorite jeans. "I'll write you a tardy note," he promised before pushing in. I got to school fifteen minutes late with my note in hand and a slimy asscrack.

Thing is, having sex with him had never fucked with my head. It wasn't until that strange kiss that morning when I really started thinking about things. From that first time everything had been perfect, just the way I always thought it would be. Dad was always aggressive and forceful. He liked having sex in risky places and just coming right up to the limit of what I could stand to take from him. But I never doubted he loved me as his kid.

And the sex was fucking incredible. Dad could say or do stuff I never would've guessed could turn me on so much. That first time had hurt and it always hurt when he nailed my ass but sometimes he could get me so hot just by fingering me, playing with my cock or talking dirty to me that I'd be begging him to just fucking put it in me.

Then came The Kiss and I avoided him for a few days. I wanted to talk so I came over after judo on Tuesday to wait until he got off work. Only Uncle Paul was there lugging a heavy box up to Dad's porch and I vaguely remember he'd borrowed some tools or something that night I'd heard them talk about Bucky's. I opened the garage for him and we started talking.

Uncle Paul was looking at me. It was a look I'd seen before but hadn't recognized until after my dad showed me what it meant. I got him into the living room with a drink and I was really seeing Uncle Paul for the first time. He's a hot guy; same age as Dad but shorter and lanky. It was so easy to reach over and grope him, get on my knees between his legs. His cock was easier to suck, not nearly as big as Dad's. His ass was right there hanging over the edge of the sofa cushion.

I could tell he wanted to stop me when I rolled on the condom, it took me a minute 'cause it was the first time I'd used one, but he didn't. It was probably clumsy on my part and painful for him, still he never made a move to stop me. His ass was so tight and I loved it. I fucked him hard and watching him react to each stab of my cock was almost as sweet as his hot hole.

Uncle Paul came first and as soon as I was done he took off. I wanted to reassure him about whatever was freaking him out but he didn't wait to listen. Then I was left alone and for the first time I really thought about why it was always Dad fucking me, even in my fantasies. He never put his lips on or near my cock either.

Dad came home sometime in the night and Wednesday morning it was like nothing had changed but even when he was fucking my ass to mush, and I loved it, I was thinking about what it would be like to fuck him. I honestly hadn't really noticed the condom with Uncle Paul but how would it feel without it? If he had rights to bareback me then for sure I'd have the same? I cringed at the idea of telling my father he had a "hungry cunt" while I dicked him or any of the other wild things he told me that turned me on without knowing why they did. How could something like that make me burn with shame and lust but I couldn't ever imagine myself saying it?

I was still obsessing over all this after we'd both cum. Dad's cum was running out of my ass which was sore after going a few days without then getting plowed hard. I'd called into school so we could talk about shit but I was starting to wonder if I had the guts for a whole different kind of conversation. He was stretched out on his belly watching me with this smug smile on his mouth. I followed the slope of his back down to where his ass swelled up, thick and furry.

"Why'd you call out of school again?" he asked me in a sleepy voice.

"We need to talk," I said and paused to gather up some courage. "I fucked Uncle Paul last night," I told him, just letting it slip out. He was quiet for a long time and we just stared at one another. It hit me then, he might be my dad but he's still a guy. It's no different than facing down a bigger guy on the field, not that there'd been many of those in the last two years but still.

"Yeah?" he finally asks. There was a strange electricity buzzing in me then, right under my skin and in my balls. Arousal and something like power, maybe.

"I liked it," I told him. I could feel my cock getting hard and it felt fucking heavy.