Donnerstag, 9. Juli 2015

Music Lessons

I live in Manhattan, in the heart of New York City. Well, almost the heart. I live on the Upper West Side, a fancy area, but I could only afford a small apartment there. Still, it costs a fortune each month in rent, but it's conveniently located, as it's near everything. Plus, I don't have to own a car. I can take the bus or the subway (or in a pinch, a taxi) to wherever I need to go. Perhaps most of all, I am near what's called the "music center," the district just north of Times Square, and a little west of Broadway, where there are hundreds of shops that cater to musicians and theatre people. It's where stores like Sam Ash, Tower Records, and G. Schirmer's are. In fact, for many years Schirmer's has been my favorite, publishing and selling so much great piano music. Plus, my apartment was a short train ride uptown to the Manhattan School of Music, up on 122nd Street. Lots of concerts, and a chance to mingle with the serious musicians.

Since childhood, I've enjoyed playing the piano, and took lessons, yet taught myself most of what I knew upon reaching adulthood. When I was in college, I thought briefly of applying for admission to Julliard, or maybe the Eastman School of Music up in Boston. (I decided I couldn't get into the Manhattan School of Music, so I didn't even give it a try.) Nevertheless, I decided to keep playing the piano not to become a virtuoso, but simply for the pleasure and joy it brought me. When I turned 30, I decided to sharpen my piano skills which had lay dormant in my 20s. I decided to hire a music teacher.

On the recommendation of a friend, I found Bob, a real prize of a teacher. Bob was an older man, he had taught piano in several conservatories in Europe. He was about 60 years of age. Maybe best of all, his studio was only a few blocks away from my apartment on 10th Avenue. When I first saw Bob I knew he was going to be right. Ah! A heavy, handsome older man. Actually, he was very heavy, with a fairly huge belly, and broad chest. However, the rest of him seemed to go well with his midsection. His full name was Dr. Roberto Moltissimi. He was born in Italy and came to New York around 1980. (Actually, he was named perfectly, for his last name translates to "lots" in English.) Bob had a Pavarotti-like beard, not too long or too short, and eyes that glistened. He dressed simply, in a white short-sleeve shirt and dark trousers. At our first meeting, when I saw his belly protrude, spreading open between buttons on his shirt, I knew I wanted to get to know him better.

Bob asked me to play something at our first meeting, just to show him what I knew. I sat at his Sohmer console in the practice room, and played a brief etude for him. Bob stood next to me, smiling broadly.

"You have a lovely touch, Giuseppe!" he beamed.

"Just one piece of advice," Bob added as he sat on the piano bench next to me. As he sat, I could smell his body, fragrant and masculine, and I instinctively moved closer to him. I felt the warmth from his body radiate out toward me, and was comforted by that warmth. Fortunately, I am not too large myself or else we could not fit on the bench together! I keep myself in good shape, and pride myself on being a 35-year-old with the body of a man ten years younger. It helps to work out in the gym, and to spend as much time outdoors as the city allows.

From my first piano lesson with Bob, I could tell there was some wonderful sexual energy between us. He would look at me as I played, and I saw his admiring glances with my peripheral vision. When I finished, he leaned toward me, and put his left arm around my back, and gave me a hug. "Bello!" he said, smiling broadly. (I wanted him to kiss me, but felt too shy to admit it.)

About a week later, after we had ended one of my piano lessons with a hug, and a kiss to my head, Bob stood up next to me, behind the piano bench. He was not a very tall man, about five feet eight. I turned around on the bench to sit facing him, and saw Bob move his huge belly toward me. I leaned forward, and kissed his belly through his shirt. I could not put my arms all the way around him, but I did hold him on his sides as I leaned forward. My lips found the spread buttons down by his huge belly, and I saw the hair showing itself upon his belly. Leaning forward, I unbuttoned one more button, revealing his belly button, which looked huge. I kissed him there, and he groaned with pleasure. Wow, his huge Italian belly was turning me on. I felt my cock harden as I moved my tongue into his belly button. Bob giggled, and obviously ticklish there, pulled back a bit.

As he pulled back, I noticed that he, too, was getting excited. Gently, I stroked the outside of his black slacks, feeling his sizable cock beneath the fabric. He threw his head back as I stroked, continuing to lick his beautiful belly. Bob unbuttoned his shirt, and removed it. He asked me to stand up. "I want to look at your legs, and that nice small butt!"

As I stood, he held me in his arms, and kissed my neck, and my chest. Slowly, Bob sat on the piano bench--we had changed places--as I stood before him. Bob stroked my blue jeans, and eagerly unzipped my pants. He pulled them down along with my underwear, and my cock sprung out, throbbing, and dripping with clear pre-cum. God, was I aroused from Bob's tongue on my neck, and his lips on my face! As I stood before him, he gently cupped my balls in his hand, and licked the tip of my cock, rubbing it in his hand as he moved it in and out of his mouth. I told Bob that I was going to cum, and he mumbled "Good. Cum in my throat!" He jammed my cock down his throat, and almost on cue, I exploded into his mouth, shooting my cum as he swallowed every drop.

Looking at the clock, I realized that we had been at it for over an hour. Since I had to get on my way to work, I pulled up my pants, and after a strong hug from my new friend, I went to work at my evening job. I looked forward to my next piano lesson at Bob's studio.

The next week seemed to pass so slowly. Finally, my lesson day came, but not quickly enough. All week long I had had fantasies of Bob's belly, Bob's legs, his ass, and every part of him. I wanted to bury my face in his face, in his beard, in every one of my dreams as I fell asleep at night. Yes, I was so anxious to see my music teacher again. When I entered his studio, Bob hugged me, and stroked my ass and cock as he kissed my neck. But this time, I was determined to see more of Bob's beautiful body, and told him so. He motioned over to the sofa outside the practice room, locking the front door to the studio so we could have privacy.

As he stood before me, I unbuttoned Bob's shirt, and undid his belt. His belly was gigantic, and beautiful, with dark nipples surrounded with swirls of gorgeous black hair. He turned around, and I slipped off his briefs. I put my arms around him, and felt his meaty cock from behind. As I leaned forward toward his back, I inhaled just above his ass, which smelled like perspiration--not a bad smell at all--but very masculine, they way you would expect an older man's ass to smell. I kissed it, and marveled at how fleshy and sweet it looked. Gently, I spread his ass cheeks, and kissed his ass all around his ass hole. Since he was moaning, I gently put the tip of my tongue in his hole, moving it slowly in and out, with a lot of saliva on my tongue, it slid in kind of easily. Burying my face in his ass crack, I put my arms again around his body, and felt his penis, which felt fairly heavy, and I stroked his balls, which felt absolutely huge in their bag beneath his penis.

"I love your body, Bob" I told him as I came up for air.

"Love you too, buddy," he replied.

Resting, Bob sat on the sofa, leaning back. His penis and balls perched on the tops of his huge thighs, like a bird sitting on its eggs. He turned, and laid down, on his back, on the sofa. "Come, buddy, and lie on top of me," he asked.

With joy, I got on top of Bob, my face toward his feet, in a "69" position.

I spread my feet around his head. Eagerly, Bob began licking my legs, and the inside of my thighs. He rubbed my legs with his gentle but strong hands, moving his hands up to massage my ass. Soon, I felt my pre-cum sliding out of my cock, dripping onto his neck and chin. Moving his face up to where my cock was, Bob opened his mouth, and swallowed my cock. I moved up and down, sliding my cock in and out of his mouth. He spread my ass cheeks, and rubbed my ass as I moved my dick in and out of his warm mouth.

The best part was that I was able to smell Bob's cock and balls as I lie on top of him. His huge belly was soft, and felt wonderful beneath my belly. It was so large, however, that I had to bend my head down toward his jewels. And what jewels they were! Surprisingly, Bob's cock was circumcised, unlike most Italians I had known or heard about. But his penis was sweet and beefy, dark-skinned, with a large, swollen head. His balls were very dark, his sack very hairy. I inhaled deeply, smelling his manly crotch aroma. I kissed his penis, licking the point where it joined his balls. Tenderly, I held it in my hand, moving my mouth toward it. I opened my lips, and surrounded the head of his penis with my lips. Moving my tongue to the underside of his throbbing glans, I licked it up and down. After several minutes, I was ready to cum in Bob's mouth, but wanted to wait.

I took his cock out of my mouth, and said, "Bob, I would like to cum in your mouth at the same time you cum in mine." He laughed with approval, and we went back to work on each other. Me, the younger man, he the older man, but both very much involved in feeling pleasure from the other. He soon was grunting "um-hum", "um-hum," his way of telling me he was about to cum. I, too, was ready to shoot, and shoot we both did. I came a split-second sooner than he, and I could not stop my orgasmic explosions, as I shot my cum into his throat. Bob, my wonderful music teacher, pushed his thick cock deeper into my throat, and I felt his spasms as his huge belly shook. He held my thighs as he pumped cum deep into my mouth. It tasted so sweet, and delicious, just like I knew this lovable man's cum would taste.

I was exhausted, but it looked like Bob was making a quick recovery. He smiled at me, saying, "You know, I need to cum just one more time." This was good news for me, as I could not get enough of his sweet syrup. We changed places once again, with me sitting on the sofa, and Bob standing in front of me. His cock, amazingly, was getting hard again, still covered as it was with his last huge ejaculation.

I stroked his penis as he stood there. With one hand, I held up his huge belly, which was sagging down, almost touching his cock. But I was able to stroke him well.

"Please, Bob" I begged. "Can you cum on my face this time?"

"Would love to, my buddy" he said.

I licked around the rim of his cock, and then sucked him even more than before, loving the idea that I probably would need to suck him for a longer time for him to cum again. That's what was nice about older men--they didn't shoot off so fast like younger men.

I switched between sucking him, and stroking his fat penis with my right hand. He stood and opened his legs wider, and said, "Put me back, baby, I'm going to shoot a ton this time!"

So I did, and concentrated on the red glans of his penis, pressing my tongue up against his throbbing cockhead.

When I was sure he was about to explode, I took his penis and pointed it directly at my face, opening my mouth, but not closing my eyes--I wanted to see this beautiful cock at its best moment.

And then it happened: He shook all over--especially his huge belly--and his penis opened up and shot a huge burst, hitting me on the cheek. His second shot went right into my mouth--I tasted his sweet, sweet cum again. But Bob wasn't finished. Another rope went to the bridge of my nose, another to my other cheek. Putting him in my mouth for the grand finale, more cum shot out, on top of my tongue and down my throat. He almost collapsed on me, but simply rubbed the top of my back from above. I touched his cum that was on my face, and slid it into my mouth, enjoying it so much.

Bob sat down--collapsing--next to me on the sofa, both of us exhausted, but happy. I fell asleep, tucked under his huge arm, and smelling the wonderful aroma from his sugary sweet armpit. I kissed his armpit, licking my lips, tasting once again the sweet nectar he shot on my face. As I stood, I leaned over to kiss him. Bob hugged me and whispered, "Ti amo, Giuseppe!"

What the fuck was I thinking?  Here I am, nearly forty years old, wearing
nothing much more than underwear--oh, and a mask--climbing into an oiled
wrestling pit, getting ready to do battle with some other masked dude in
front of a bunch of screaming guys at a gay club!  I am certainly old
enough to know better!  I mean how many beers had I had?  I turned around
and looked at my ex who gave me a beatific smile and blew me a kiss.  I
suddenly remembered just why he was my ex.  Asshole.  He set me up!  He had
commented on my recently toned up body, flattered me, and somehow got me to
get ready to make a fool of myself in front of all these guys.  Shithead!
However, now I wasn't sure if I was talking about him or myself.  Sigh.  I
just shook my head at myself and decided there was no backing out, finished
climbing into the pit and immediately fell on my ass!

Raucous laughter burst out as I struggled back to my feet.  I was glad it
was pretty dark in the club so no one could see my red face.  I was so
going to get my ex back for this!  I had forgotten his true nature after
some beer.  Of course the fact that he's early 20?s with a surfer boi build
and a sweet smile doesn't hurt his cred either.  Well, if this was his
revenge for me dumping his two-timing ass (yeah, had found him in bed with
another surfer dude), he'd better run before I got mine!

Shit.  I probably would have to wrestle someone like him, too.  I figured I
was going to be set up as the "Dad" in this match.  I mean, not only am I
nearly 40, but I'm 6 feet tall, with a dark red hairy chest and solidly
muscular body.  I do look the "heel", especially in black trunks and black
mask.  At least the black hid my cock, which was "plump", due to being
nearly naked and yelled at by all of the gay guy crowd.  Plus, of course,
my ex had added to that problem by fondling me some while he was setting me
up. What had I ever seen in him, that asshole?  Besides the obvious, I
mean? (Grin?)

OK.  Lesson learned.

I focused on staying on my feet on the loose and oily surface as I
approached the center of the pit for introductions by the hunky ref whose
too-tight, striped wife beater and skimpy black shorts didn't fail to make
an impression down below either.

He gave me back a lusty look of appreciation that added yet another inch to
my hardening cock.  Oh shit!  I don't care if it is pretty dark and I'm
wearing black.  The tent in my trunks was still obvious enough for a new
round of catcalls and whistles to emerge from the crowd.  I won't bother to
record them here, but "hit him with your hard on" was one of the mildest.

In my focus on the ref I hadn't even looked at my opponent yet.  Finally I
did and was shocked!  Well, I had expected white trunks and mask and he had
them.  I mean the whole yin/yang kind of thing.  However, I had expected a
sweet young skater boi body, hairless, virginal, 5'8 or so, sort of skinny,
with lean muscles.  I expected a jobber boy to compliment my hairy Dad heel

Nope!  Well, if I was Dad, I'd be wrestling Grampa!  But what a stud of a
Grampa!  He was my height and had a strongly muscled body, too.  Also
hairy.  But his chest and body hair was white.  His white trunks showed off
his big, thick, cock, too!  Wow, that was a weapon to match my own!  I had
never thought about doing any thing with an older guy before (David, my ex,
was pretty much typical for me), but suddenly realized I might have been
missing something!  LOL

The crowd must have seen me stiffen with surprise and hooted at me again.

The ref brought us together in the center of the pit, took out his mic, and
announced, "Gentlemen!  Our first match of the night brings together two
mature stud muscle bears who will rassle for your pleasure!  For those of
you with ÔDaddy' fantasies, they are now fulfilled!  Please try to keep
from cumming, at least immediately!" Raucous laughter again erupted.

The ref continued.  "Our first Dad, El Lobo, is 186 pounds, 6 feet in
height, and 37 years of age.  He has never wrestled for us before.  Welcome
El Lobo!" The crowd cheered for me for real this time and I acknowledged
that.  "Our other, older Dad, is 195 pounds, also 6 feet of height and 57
years of age.  He has wrestled twice for us before.  Please welcome The
Phantom!" The white masked man raised his arm in response to the cheers.
"They will wrestle to either a pin, a submission, or a request to retire
from the match.  There is a ten minute limit on the match if none occurs so
that we can continue with tonight's card."

All right.  At least I knew a bit more.  I'd just have to last for ten
minutes.  The referee stepped back and I closed in with the Phantom.

We locked up in the center of the pit and struggled to keep our feet.  For
an old guy he was pretty strong!  I could tell he had experience in the
pit, too, as he tried to get me to trip and fall.  We must have struggled
for close to a minute and then he raised his arms and mine and suddenly we
were chest to chest, face to face, and crotch to crotch!  I don't care if
he's an old man, he was seriously turning me on as we rubbed our nearly
naked bodies together!  My cock, which had gone down, started to come back
to life!  His did, too.  Damn, we must have matched cocks!

The Phantom took advantage of my loss of focus and tripped me and fell onto
the oiled mats on top of me.  He stretched out his legs to grab mine, going
for some kind of grapevine and a pin.  Forget that!  I was not going to
lose to an old man, no matter how much of a stud.  I pushed him off,
quickly, using my whole body, and rolled over on top of him to try the same
hold on him.  We both rolled in the oil, with neither one being able to
hold the other down for a pin.

Although neither one of us had been oiled up before the match we were both,
now, covered in oil.  If you've never wrestled in oil before, let me tell
you, it is completely different from normal wrestling.  I couldn't get any
kind of hold on the Phantom.  He slipped out of everything I tried and
started laughing at me.  I was getting more and more frustrated.  Now, I
really wanted to win and beat this guy.  I don't care if he is old enough
to be my father, he's really irritating me now.

Then he started to taunt me a bit and started to play really dirty.  He
grabbed my cock whenever he could and slapped my ass.  He pinched my
nipples.  He rubbed his nearly naked body against mine in the most
outrageously sensual ways possible.  His white trunks were now translucent
due to the oil, showing off his semi-hard cock and beefy ass.  I knew the
match was being shown on big screens around the club and could hear cheers
when he manhandled me.

Well, hell!  If he could put on a performance, so could I!  The next time
we locked up on our knees I got him in a bear hug and thrust my crotch
against his!  I could at least cockfight him all oily.  He moaned and
thrust right back.

We slipped and fell to the mats again but I managed to keep my hold on him
and kept thrusting my crotch against his, humping him like some kind of
wild animal!  The crowd went beserk!  Well, they were getting their money's
worth from these muscle bear Dads!  I slammed my hairy body against his,
slapped his ass, pulled on his trunks and mask, and forced our bodies to
frot each other's as obscenely as possible!

I don't know how long we kept going at each other, but it was obvious we
were both having a great time now!  Our cocks both went to full erection.
We slowed down the pace and almost started to make love right there in the
middle of the pit!  I don't care how old this guy is.  I hadn't been this
turned on in quite a while!  I was so going to have to meet this guy after
the match and take him home for another kind of workout!  LOL.

I don't know what would have happened, maybe an emission if not a
submission (grin), but the referee intervened and called time on the match!
Damn!  I was not ready to stop!  Please don?t make me, ref!  I could tell
the old dude felt the same way.

The ref. finally had to put his hunky body between us to keep us from going
back at each other.  The crowd yelled and cheered again.  They were
obviously loving the fact that these two muscle bear Dads were so into each

"And now it's time for another match", the ref said.  He grabbed the
Phantom's trunks, reached inside, undid the drawstring and pulled his
trunks down, releasing his huge and hard cock!  Damn, that was a beautiful
cock!  I'd do whatever it took to get this dude in my bed!  He then reached
over and started to undo my trunks!  Well, why not, I thought.  I've got
nothing to be ashamed of and if the old dude can do it, so can I.

I didn't interfere and let the ref grope me, groping my cock and my ass as
he undid my black trunks and let them fall to the mat.  I could now hear
the crowd yelling, "twin cocks, twin cocks!" Well, damn it, if they weren't

The ref pulled us together by our matching cocks and forced our oiled,
slick, hairy bear bodies together so that we could continue where we left
off.  We grabbed each other in another bear hug and went right back to our
frot.  Damn, that man knew what he was doing and knew just how to work me
over!  Every bit of our fronts rubbed sensuously together as our matched
bodies and cocks fought for sexual control of the other.

Suddenly I didn't care if I won or lost.  I just wanted to cum all over
this hot man and then take him home for round 2!  However, before I could
lose control all on my own, I suddenly felt another naked body against
mine!  Without even noticing it, the ref had shed his few clothes and was
now naked, too, rubbing his body against the Phantom's and mine!

Damn, even hotter!  He then reached around and stuck his big index fingers
in both our butts and found our prostates!  That did it!  As he rubbed our
buttons we both yelled out loud and came all over each other.  I guess many
in the crowd did, too, by the screams I barely heard as the Phantom, the
ref, and I collapsed on each other.

We finally came back to ourselves and, panting, managed to separate to have
a look at each other.  The ref then announced, "I declare this match to be
a tie!  And I have one final surprise for all of you.  Gentlemen, remove
your masks!"

Well, in for a penny, in for a pound.  I didn't care if people there knew
who I was.  And I was dying to see what the face of this hot man looked
like, although I didn't care.  He was coming home with me, no matter what
he looked like!  LOL again.

We slowly untied our masks to reveal ourselves and be completely naked in
front of the still yelling crowd.

We managed to finish removing our masks at the same time.  We pulled them
off and stood in front of each other and simultaneously said, "O MY GOD."
"Danny?" "Dad?"

"--We slowly untied our masks to reveal ourselves and be completely naked
in front of the still yelling crowd.

We managed to finish removing our masks at the same time. We pulled them
off and stood in front of each other and simultaneously said, "O MY GOD."
"Danny?" "Dad?--"

We both stood there in shock and stared at each other. After a few moments
of equal shock, the crowd suddenly burst out in the most raucous laughter
of the night. "Danny, Dad", it cheered, over and over again, getting in on
the joke. Obviously we were set up to wrestle each other. The fact that
we were both so excited by the other, too, made this the best prank in
years! Well, anyone who had a Dad fetish probably came again realizing a
real Dad and Son had just had a sex wrestling match in public, completely
not knowing who the other was!

I blushed over my entire body (yeah, being a red head it was obvious), and
exclaimed, "I'll get that fucking David for this if it's the last thing I

My Dad looked at me, questioningly. "David? Not David Johnson, I hope?"

Well, that's a common name. However, the light started to dawn.

"Yeah, David Johnson. 20's, tall, hot, skater boi bod'. He was my lover,
but now is my ex after I found him in bed with another guy. He set me up
to wrestle tonight. Fucking asshole."

My Dad actually swayed a bit and looked like he might pass out. "That can't
be the same guy, but it sounds like it could be. He's been my lover for a
while and got me into wrestling at the club."

Oh, fuck! This was so like something I could imagine David doing. He had
just humiliated me in public, using my Dad to do it. That was it. No more
skater bois for me! But then I looked at my Dad and realized that he was
even more humiliated than I was. I could see the thoughts going through
his head. He had been made a fool of by the sweet young boi. He had been
used just to get back at me. David probably never cared for him at all.
This had all been a pretty elaborate plot (didn't think David had that in
him) to humiliate me while using my own Dad to do it.

If I thought I was going to kill David before, well, I suddenly went white
hot with anger. I mean, you can fuck with me and if my lust makes me lose
my mind and my common sense, well, that's my problem. However to use my
Dad so horribly and humiliate him totally just to get back at me for
dropping the dude after he's unfaithful...this dude is now dead. It is just
a question of when.

But now I realized my Dad needed to get out of there after the double shock
of wrestling and cumming on his son and now the realization of how he'd
been used by David. At least I'd expected that of the weasel asshole.

I pulled Dad to me and gave him a big hug, to the cheers of the crowd. Wow
did he feel good in my arms. Almost like we were made for each other.
(Grin?) Why hadn't I realized how hot he was before now? Oh well,

I pulled his naked body after mine and left the wrestling area to the next
matches, although I suspected a big group of guys was leaving at the same
time as we were, having had their fantasies for the night fulfilled.

We found the dressing room and slowly pulled on our clothes. Shower would
have to wait. We wanted out of there, now!

I could tell Dad was still in shock. I put him into my car and drove us
both to my house on the edge of town. He didn't say anything at all. Just
sat there.

I hustled him out of the car and got him into my smallish, but very
comfortable, house. I settled him in the living room and got him a small
glass of brandy. He drank that in one gulp. I gave him the bottle and got
myself some of the single malt Scotch I like and joined him in the living

We still were silent, trying to figure out what had happened tonight. I
finally saw the phone answering machine (yeah, I still have one) was
blinking. I went over and turned it on to see who had called. I heard
David's voice on the machine and started to pick up the machine to throw it
across the room.

Dad's voice stopped me. "Danny, don't", he said. "I want to hear what he
has to say."

I had to ball my fists up as tightly as I ever had and I think I drew blood
from my nails on my palms, but finally obeyed my Dad.

David's voice was clear on the machine. "John, Dan, I'm sorry. By now
you've probably figured out that I was responsible for tonight (and how,
you asshole, I thought). "I hated Dan for kicking me out. I mean I was
weak just the one time and that guy had been all over me for months. I
just let him have me the one time and that one time is when Dan comes home
early and finds out. How fucked up is that?" (And how fucked up was I when
I made you my lover? I thought.) David's voice went on and I saw how tense
Dad was listening to it. Yeah, I was going to so seriously kill this guy,
very slowly and very painfully.

"I had seen that Dan's dad was also in town and single. I figured, like
father, like son. I found John's address and managed to meet him on
purpose, but not looking like it was a meeting on purpose. Yeah, I seduced
him big time."

I saw Dad start to cry. My entire soul started to shred. I had never seen
the big guy of my life cry. I picked up the machine again to throw it into
outer space. Again Dad stopped me.

"Danny, I need to hear all of this."

Damn, did I hate David and admire Dad. I don't think I've ever seen him so
wounded, vulnerable, and strong, all at once.

The machine had kept playing while we were talking so I had to rewind the
tape (equivalent) to let us hear the rest of the fucking asshole's message.

"John, I'm sorry again. I wanted to hurt you like I wanted to hurt Dan. I
was so fucking angry and just saw you as an older Dan. You were Dan II and
I wanted to hurt you just like him. But you know what? You're not.
You're you. I don't know how to say this but I think I love you. And why
I kept on setting tonight up anyway, I don't know. I think it was just out
of my control. I had to somehow. I admit I loved playing on Dan's ego
tonight and seeing him fall for my game. But then I saw you both together
and saw how hot you both were together and I fuckin' realized how fuckin'
screwed I was. I tried to get revenge which I didn't deserve and didn't
even need. And, as a result, I've lost the two best men ever. Shit." You
could hear him start to cry on the machine. We just listened in silence.
The machine stopped. He must have hung up then.

I finally got up to replenish my drink and Dad's. I came over to him and
sat next to him and started to stroke his back and gave him a hug. He
finally woke up from his stupor and gave me a hug in return. It was
obvious that David had hurt us both and we wanted to help each other
through this. However, his message had reassured Dad that he wasn't just
an old fart but was still a hot man.

He drew back from the hug and started to unbutton my shirt. "What?..." I
started to say. "Just shut the fuck up", Dad replied. "You're mine for
tonight...and that red chest hair drives me fuckin' insane."

Oh, so this was how it was going to be. Dad was going to take out his
feelings for David on me. I thought about it and realized I didn't care.
I had wanted him big time again earlier. I still wanted him now. We'd
figure out the dad/son part another time. For now, he was just a hot man
who wanted me. That's enough for me.

I let him finish unbuttoning my shirt. He caressed my chest hair, making
my nipples harden. He then lowered his face and licked my nipples, making
me moan. He attacked them licking and lightly biting them. If he wanted
me to get hard, he accomplished that then! I'm a big chest fan. Chest play
and nipple play is all it takes, sometimes, for me.

I had to push him back and I returned the favor. I unbuttoned his shirt to
expose his polar bear strong chest. I attacked his nipples then without
mercy, eliciting groans and moans, too. I could tell he was seriously
turned on, too. He pulled me away from his nips and up to his face and
thrust his tongue into my mouth!

I think I exploded somehow then! I've never been kissed like that. He
raped my mouth in the most intense way possible. I responded with
everything I had!

Soon, we were panting, groaning, and moaning. Somehow we lost our shirts
and started to slam our bull chests against each other, rubbing our nipples
together as our hands roamed every inch of the other's body. I totally
lost track of time. All that mattered was the intense passion and this
bull man who was attacking my hard body with his. We started to sweat again
and our dried sweat was replaced by fresh. Our chest hair was matted
together and our nipples raw, red, and inflamed from our constant rubbing.
His strong arms and big biceps were pumped up from holding me and now bear
hugging me. I pumped mine up and hugged him right back. I wanted to push
my body inside of his. I wanted us to become one body and one aching,
passionate whole. Our cocks, still clad in our jeans, were dueling as
well, and starting to get rubbed a bit raw from our exertions and passion.

Dad finally let go of me and pushed me away. Then he grabbed my big hands
with his and said, "Danny, your bedroom, now!" Hell, yeah!

I led him to my bedroom. We kept looking at each other intensely. Once in
the bedroom, we locked eyes and stared at each other. Slowly he took off
his shoes and socks and then undid his jeans and let them drop to the
floor. His underwear was next. I followed suit. Once again, we were
totally naked. Two big bull men, both furry, one red-haired and one white,
a matched set ready to go at it again. His cock was totally erect and
obscenely poked out toward my equally big and hard one.

Not dropping our eyes, we walked to the bed. Once there he grabbed me
suddenly and we fell on the bed together. Round two?

I couldn't decide if we were making love or fighting now. So, he likes it
rough, eh? Well, so do I! We slammed our bodies and hard cocks together.
We fought to get on top of each other and hold the other down to be
dominated. At times I was on top of him and at times he was on top of me.
We rolled around and around, falling off the bed and then jumping back on
it onto the other man, slamming our sweaty, hot, bodies together again and
again. We were both going to be so sore tomorrow we probably couldn't get
out of bed. LOL. This was so fucking hot now though! His huge cock that
made mine was leaking pre-cum all over my body and mine did the same all
over his hot Dad body, adding to the sweat sticking us together. The room
started to reek of sweat and sex as neither one of us wanted to stop and
neither one of us would give up and let the other man take control of him.

However, inevitably, panting like tired bulls, the pace slowed down and the
fight calmed. Looks like neither one of us will claim top tonight!
However, the thought of fucking his big ass as hard as I could kept me
fighting him. I could almost feel my cock being swallowed up by his tight
hole and hear his moans as got the ride of his life! However, it seemed he
read my mind. He got a new burst of energy, too, and grabbed my ass and
poked his big fingers inside, as if he was thinking about fucking me hard
and deep, too. He finally spoke his thoughts out loud. "I'm gonna fuck
you, boy. I'm gonna fuck you so long and so hard, you won't be able to
walk tomorrow. I'm gonna show you how a total top Dad makes his boy beg
for his Dad's cock!" "No way, Dad", I replied. "I'm a total top, too, and
I'm gonna teach you how to take cock like a man. I'm gonna bust you wide
open and fuck you so hard you'll be screaming like a bitch in heat."

We went back at it hard again, but this time we focused on grabbing each
others' cock with one hand and pushing our fingers in each other's asses
with the other as we kept rolling around, trying to get on top of the
other. I could almost taste victory as I got four fingers in his ass and
pushed up enough to find his prostate. Was he ever going to cum and then
I'd push my hard cock up his asshole in a victory fuck while he lay in a
pool of his cum! But, OH NO! He found my prostate, too.

The race was now on! He stroked my cock as fast as he could and poked and
prodded my button, working feverishly to make me cum and claim his own
victory fuck! I fought him back as hard as I could.

But once again, the inevitable occurred. I could feel the cum boiling up
in my overheated prick. I worked his cock and ass even harder. He clamped
his panting mouth on mine and fought me with his big tongue, too, and
rubbed his nipples against mine poking out through our matted hairy chests.

I couldn't stop the inevitable any longer. I was seconds away from
blasting the biggest load of my life when I heard him gasp in dismay, pain,
and pleasure. After one last tug he sprayed my body with the biggest load
I'd ever seen and I flooded his a split second later!

People must have heard our yells a mile away!

Neither one of us stopped our attacking of the other, though. We kept
pushing our fingers in the other's ass and kept tugging on the other's
erection, pulling every last drop of cum out of the other's cock. We kept
kissing and rubbing, too. I don't know how long we kept at it after our
massive eruption. The huge pool of shared, sticky, cum made obscene
sucking sounds as it tried to keep our exhausted bodies together...

The next thing I knew, it was morning! The sun was shining in from the
open curtains. I opened my eyes and tried to figure out where I was and
what I had been doing. Memories of last night suddenly flooded into my
brain and I raised my head up to see my Dad next to me on the bed, smiling
at me with a huge smile!

So, it all did happen! I had had incredible sex with my Dad! We must have
fallen asleep together after that phenomenally passionate bout last night.

He took me into his arms and kissed me deeply. I returned the kiss with
strong passion.

"Well, kiddo", he said. "We smell like something died. Come on, let's go
piss and shower, and figure out what happens next." I nodded my head in
agreement. We slowly eased out of our sex and sweat-stained bed, both sort
of hobbling and trying to stretch our extremely sore bodies, after last
night's fights. We helped each other to the bathroom and turned on the
shower to get in together, eagerly awaiting the hot water's effect on our
aching bodies.

We pissed into the toilet at the same time, "crossing swords", flapped our
piss hard boners at each other, in a challenge, then we smiled and got in
the shower together.


After our rough fight and "crossing swords" pissing a minute ago, the hot
shower was heaven. We traded turns taking the soap and lathered up our
bare hands and then massaged and slowly worked every inch of the other's
body. The strength of his hands on me was so wonderful and so fucking
manly, too. I guess I returned the favor! We couldn't help but moan from
time to time as we were able to work out a particularly tough knot in each
other's backs and shoulders.

If we had been rough, and even violent before, we were the opposite now.
We now showed our love for each other with real tenderness and softness. I
was falling in love with him...I knew it and didn't know what to do with
that at all. I recognized part of the love was the normal love I'd always
felt for him. But I now had new feelings, too, which were not normal
Dad/Son feelings. This dude was all man. A man's man, if you will. And, a
mature man, in all senses of the word... I had never really gone for that
before. I preferred to be the man. I preferred younger guys. I loved
being dominant, using my muscles and strong body to pin my younger lovers
down and then fuck the living daylights out of them with my big cock! LOL.

Back to the present! While I had been daydreaming, Dad had decided to take
advantage of me. He had soaped up my cock and now was gently jacking me
off. It felt so good to have my now erect cock in his big hand as he made
love to my prick!

I just leaned back and let him do whatever he wanted, content, basking in
his attention.

I surprised myself hearing a deep rumbling in my chest. OMG, I was
purring! LOL.

But then he surprised me. He took me by the prick and washed all the soap
off of my cock? Why? I was minutes from cumming? He could tell I was
surprised and grinned at me, with the evilest grin I had ever seen on his
face. After looking for my reaction, he surprised me again and dropped to
his knees and took my cock into his mouth and swallowed me whole in one

OMG, again! If I thought his hands were talented, they were nothing
compared to his mouth! I knew I had died and gone to heaven! My knees
buckled, and it was a wonder I didn't fall to the floor. Once I regained
my composure (a bit anyway), I looked down at the obscene and incredible
sight of my big, hunky, polar bear Dad working my big prick in and out of
his hot mouth. I watched and heard the water of the shower cascade down
his strong shoulders and the steam rise up and cloak us both. All of my
senses were on override! I was going to cum in seconds!

"Dad", I yelled, I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum!"

He ignored me and went back to work even harder on my aching and swollen
cock! OK, if he wants it, he'll get it! In yet another incredible orgasm,
I got the biggest and hardest I've ever been and yelled out my overwhelming
joy at cumming in my Dad's mouth! I must have pumped gallons of steaming
cum down his gullet, but he kept working me over until I finally stopped
cumming. Even then he kept my softening cock in his mouth as he continued
to make love to it. Wow, oh wow, oh wow!

I finally had to pull him off my cock and force him to his feet. I grabbed
him and gave him one more of the incredibly forceful and passionate kisses
we had shared last night.

He had one more surprise, though. He had kept enough of my cum in his
mouth to share it with me and he forced me to swallow some of my own cum!
Well, that was a first for me! I guess I chuckled out loud at that
thought, because I felt, rather than heard my Dad return the chuckle.

That did it. He was so going to get his present to me returned in spades!

I knelt down in turn and took his big cock into my mouth and swallowed it
in return. Using every ounce of skill learned over the years, I mouthed,
sucked, and swallowed, teasing his Dad cock with every bit of talent I

I heard him gasp and I chuckled again, this time a bit more evilly, and
must have "hummed" on his cock. Two can play at this game. Within less
time than I expected I felt his cock get even harder and bigger and he was
soon flooding my mouth! I swallowed for what seemed like forever, but kept
some of his cum for him.

Once he forced me off his cock and pulled me to my feet, I took his face in
my hands and kissed him deeply and shared his essence with him, too. I
felt, then, like we had shared in some ritual bonding event.

We smiled, then, at each other in deep contentment.

We slowly got out of the shower and then dried each other off, taking way
more time than necessary, being sure every inch of our worn out, but
satisfied, bodies were dry and pampered.

Too soon, it was time to part. Dad and I got dressed (I loaned Dad some of
my clothes since his were too filthy to consider putting on). My clothes
were a bit tight on him, which worked for me! Grin. Of course, then I
started thinking about ripping them off and going after him again. Damn, I
was getting hard again already!

He looked at me as if he was reading my mind, smiled at me first, and then
frowned a bit.

"Danny, I think we need a bit of a cooling off period. We need to think
about what happened and what could or should happen next."

I was suddenly hurt and stunned. "What do you mean? I love you. You love
me. We've had the hottest sex of my life, and I guess yours."

He didn't deny it. "But I'm your Father. I'm twenty years older than you,
and I won't be around forever. And we're both tops, too! I'm not sure how
that works with two big guy total tops unless every time we came together
would be something like last night."

I lost my temper and made a leap of logic. "I bet this isn't about me. I
bet this is about David. I bet you're going to call him and let that shit
back into your bed. You want his ass again, don't you? You fuckin' have
to have an ass, don't you? Well, he does have a sweet ass, but he's not me
and never will be!"

Dad came to me and held me. I almost cried from jealousy and a feeling of
losing out to that stupid twinky asshole. I was ready to go over to David's
place and pound him senseless.

"No, Danny, he never will be you. And no one will ever be hotter than you
in my eyes. Drive me to my car. I'll be back in touch later in the week.
I think we both need to cool off and look at what happened. If there is a
future for us together in a relationship, we need to figure out just what
that relationship will be, what its limits are, and how we deal with any
others. Can't you agree with that?"

NO! I shouted that in my mind, but not out loud. Dad then took my face in
his hands and kissed me as passionately as he could. He stared at me
intensely and said, "What happened last night and today can't and won't be
undone. I never expected it and still am unsure about it. However, you're
right. I've never had sex as intense and incredible before. I've always
loved you. But now I love you in very different ways, and yes, fuckin'
lust after you, too. You are so incredibly hot and good at lovemaking. I'm
not going to give up the best sex I've ever had! Just give me some room to
process this all, please?"

His pleading and almost boyish look almost undid me. I agreed, finally,
and drove him back to his car. I gave him one more passionate kiss before
he drove away. I didn't care who saw us, although no one was around in the
club's parking lot late morning.

And I had no doubt about what I thought about the rightness of what
happened between us. He was mine for the rest of our lives. Period.
Other people? My mind still screamed, NO!

I was a mess for the rest of the week. I called him every day and he
always answered and said he needed more time and that he loved me. I had a
really hard time going to work. But did since I had to pay the bills.
Everyone at work noticed how distant and upset I was. However, I couldn't
talk and didn't want to anyway. I managed to do the absolute necessary
there and that was it.

At night, I had to take a sleeping pill to make it through the night. I
raged between hope and fear often several times a minute. I felt like I
had a fever. Damn, if this is what can happen in real love, whoa!

Finally Dad called me on Friday to say I should come by his house that

I didn't know whether to feel fear or excitement as I made my way to his
house that evening.

After he let me in the door he took me in his arms and gave me a deep kiss
and then sat me down on the couch beside him.

"Tell me how you feel about all of this and us?" he asked, coming straight
to the point immediately.

"Dad, I've always loved you as a son. But we've lost touch and we really
haven't spent much time together since I left for college nearly twenty
years ago. I've respected you but not thought a lot about you in all that
time, to be frank. However, last weekend I met someone new to me. When
masked at the club I had the hottest time wrestling this unknown man that
I'd had in years. I was determined to take him home and make love to him.
I had fallen in lust with him and maybe the beginnings of love, no doubt
about it...

But when we were unmasked and I realized this man I had had amazingly hot
public sex with was my Dad, I was the most shocked I've been in my entire
life. But you know what, knowing this hot, mature, man was my Dad didn't
change a thing. I still wanted him more than any other man, ever...

And the quality of the sex during the second round with you that night and
our morning shower session kept getting better and better, something I
couldn't believe!

I think I fell in real love with you that morning, the love of a husband
for a husband. I'll always love you as a son. But now I know I'll always
love you as the best lover I could ever have. There will be no one else
who can match you. And I know this is a strange thought, but I do think we
were made for each other. I know you "made" me, but what I mean is that
our bodies are so much the same that we know, instinctively, what the other
wants. And after sex together I know our minds are in synch, too...

And I've been absolutely miserable these last days after you told me you
wanted a cooling off period."

I finally ran down and looked at him, willing my tears to remain unshed.

He had been staring at me during my tirade. Suddenly he gave me a half
smile. He paused as if unsure what to say.

"Well, you've made it crystal clear how you feel...Actually, I pretty much
feel the same way." "You do?" "I do! When we were masked and I didn't
know who you were, I thought you had the hottest body I'd ever done
anything with. Just as you said, I had the feeling I had met my match, pun
intended!" I couldn't help but groan. He went on, "But you forget that I
had a lover, while you were free."

"You mean that, shit, David, my ex?" "Yes, that shit David. And don't
forget that he brought us together, even if he had no intention of doing
so. And don't forget that he told me he loved me, too, in the phone

"So, did you see him, then, that fucking asshole?"

"I did and he helped me understand, again perhaps not intentionally, how
much I loved you and how much I loved being with you. He also helped me
figure out what I needed to do tonight with you."

"And that is?"


I wanted to ask Dad if he had fucked David as a kind of revenge for his
setting us both up, but now was not the time. I followed him upstairs to
his room.

"OK, Danny, we're both bull tops. Judging by how you suck and frot, I bet
you're a fantastic fucker, too. I won't be falsely modest; I'm in that
same league. In fact David couldn't or wouldn't say who is better in bed
when I asked him..." "You what?" "I said I asked him who was better in
bed. He finally mumbled something about Ôapples and apples...' So, if we're
going to be a couple, something has got to give in terms of fucking. One
of us is going to have to be the main (only?) fucker and the other the
fuckee--that is, unless you wanna bring in some other guy who we'd both
fuck when we needed a fuck?" I shook my head. "I figured not, although,
maybe down the road, from time to time?" I shrugged. That was then and
this is now.

"Ok, here's the deal. You and I both love rough sex and we love sex
fighting. So, a sex fight to decide who gets fucked? Three rounds, three
different fights. First round is five minutes of straight up wrestling.
Tap out wins. Otherwise we go to round two which is a timed no-hands
cockfight. First one to cum or to lose their erection loses. If no
winner, round three is a bear hug fight. First person to give up or to
lose consciousness gets fucked, no time limit for this round. How does
that sound?"

Very hot, I thought, but simply nodded. "OK, I've got the mats set up in
the spare room for round one."

I followed him to the spare room. There were new mats set up taking up
much of the room. He motioned to the side of the room. There was a towel
and a pair of trunks in a green color I knew would match my eyes and
contrast with my red hair. I grinned despite myself. I looked over at Dad
and saw he had white trunks that would show off his bulge and go with his
polar bear chest hair. He turned his back to me and stripped totally. I
couldn't help but admire that beefy ass of his. Well, that would be mine
tonight! Yeah! He pulled on his trunks before turning around and, yes,
showing me his bulge in those white trunks! I followed the same procedure,
but waved my ass at him before pulling on my green trunks.

I then came out to the middle of the mat, we shook hands, and the fight was

We circled for a while, trying to find weaknesses, using feints. We
finally locked up in an old style pro lockup and tried to use leverage to
force each other to the mat. Nothing doing. We withdrew and closed in
again, again locking up. We took turns pushing each other around and
around. Finally he slid my head into a side headlock, and ground my head
against his nipples and white chest hair. I pushed out of the hold and
retreated. He followed me and I surprised him by grabbing his head and
then putting his head into my chest this time! While he was occupied
trying to get out of the hold, I pushed my leg behind his, released the
hold suddenly, and then tripped him and pounced on him on the mat!

He quickly rolled away from me before I landed on him and then rolled back
trying to get on top of me and get some kind of nelson. I rolled away in
turn and then got up on my knees to challenge him. He responded in turn.
We then clashed in the middle of the room and slammed our chests together,
like the bulls we were. I grabbed him in a bear hug and he did the same.
In what seemed like a minute I heard an alarm go off. End of round one!

Reluctantly I released him. I saw him breathe heavily, but I was, too.
His pouch was extended obscenely! Good. But I noticed mine was, too. Not
so good. He sat back on his ass and slid the trunks off. Wow, I loved
that cock! So beautiful... But now I was going to have to fight it!

I slid my trunks off, too. We faced each other on our knees once
again. With a smile, Dad said, "well at least we don't have to spend time
getting hard for our cockfight, do we?"

No sir! He put his hands behind his back. I followed suit. He approached
and then, suddenly, slapped my cock with his! Ouch! He then thrust his
cock against mine, alternating thrusts with slaps. I was soon backpeddling
trying figure how to fight him this way. I had never done this before, I
suddenly realized, even though I had read about this. He followed me
around the room, slapping and thrusting whenever he could.

I decided to stand and fight and aimed my hard cock against his. Mistake!
He used a new tactic to spear my cock against his and used a not so
sensitive part of his cock to rub against my most sensitive spot! The
fucker! And yeah, he might be if I didn't stop this new assault!
Evidently he decided pain wasn't going to make me go soft but that a
sensual attack might make me cum. And he wasn't wrong. I felt the
beginnings of an orgasm. I leaned away from him, desperately, trying to
get my cock away from his, using my flexibility to lean way back. However,
he kept after me and leaned forward. In what must have looked funny from
the outside, he finally fell on top of me and we both crashed to the mat!
At that moment the alarm rang again! End of round two!

This time we both stood up in the center of the room, and with no ado
grabbed each other in the tightest bear hug possible! This time there
would be no time limit, I remembered. Our hard cocks tried to continue to
fight, too. But they lost their steeliness in the fierceness of our
struggle. We sweated and cussed and kept our obscene embrace. We tried
putting our hold in different parts of the others' body. We squeezed and
let go, suddenly squeezing to try to push the breath of the other's body to
make him pass out.

We must have fought for hours. At least it seemed like that. Give and
take and give and take... Panting, groaning, moaning, yelling in pain,
wheezing, trying to gasp for air... Finally, unbelievably, I felt Dad
release me and tap my arm. He was giving up! He surrendered!

I let him go and we both fell to the mat, gasping. I think we both passed
out for a few minutes. I finally came to and rolled over to check on him.
He looked ok. In fact, I think he looked better than I felt. Could he
have lost on purpose? No way!

"Take me, Danny", he said, "if you still want me."

I was sore and exhausted. But I looked at the man I love and his beautiful
face and hot body, and realized I wanted him now! But I was going to take
him in a way that would make him happy with his loss and let him turn it
into a win! I was going to make love to him in such a way that he would
want me to make love to him every day for the rest of our lives!

I took Dad into my arms and realized he was trembling a bit. I hugged him
tighter, and pushed my tongue into his mouth. I felt him calm down and
relax his body and start to get into my kiss. His big hands, which had
been clenched at his side, unclenched and he started to explore my body, my
back, and yes, my butt, but hesitantly.

I interrupted our kiss to say, "Dad, my butt is never off limits to your
fingers and your tongue. As for your big cock, we'll talk about that some
other time."

He smiled then and nodded his agreement. I then started to work him over
with all of my twenty years of experience making love to men. I felt him
all over, giving his nipples special attention. I used my mouth and tongue
to kiss every inch of his body, starting at his toes and taking my time to
climb up his body all the way to the tip of his head.

He started to writhe under my attentions. Despite himself, he was starting
to love being worked over by a younger, yet mature, muscle stud. I tried
to project the love I felt into every kiss, every lick, and every touch. I
even kissed his eyebrows and eyelids as I started my way back down his
body. But this time, after mouthing his balls and rolling them each into
my mouth and giving his cock some deep throat attention, I pushed his legs
up in the air and then went crazy over his beefy Dad butt! I thrust my
tongue in as far as it could go and then used my sweaty fingers to spread
his hole so I could get my tongue in deeper and deeper.

Almost involuntarily Dad raised his butt off the mats so that I could get
an even better angle to tackle his sweaty hole.

He stopped me for just a second to show me where he had put the lube and
condoms (sigh, yeah, we had to be safe tonight, but we will get tested and
do it naturally soon, I swore!).

I got the "equipment" and put them in reach and then went back to town on
his beautiful butt. I alternated my rimming with cock and ball sucking. I
used my hands on his chest and nipples as well as stroking, squeezing,
kneading, and grabbing his flesh.

I worked him over as totally as I could using every thing I had to turn
this new lover of mine on as completely as humanly possible!

I could tell it was working. His eyes rolled up in his head and his breath
started to gasp. I could even see his heart beat strongly. Never stopping
working him over, I lubed up my steely hard cock and my fingers with the
most lube I've ever used. Half a tube later, I was ready for the next
step. Never letting up on him, I started to stretch his hole wider and
wider. Two fingers, three, then four. I started to penetrate him with my
fingers, using fingers from both hands to keep him spread while penetrating
him deeper and deeper.

Finally, the moment of truth! All while working him over continually, I,
very carefully, substituted my cock for my fingers! Without him realizing
it, my cockhead was inside of him! Ever so slowly I sank my cock deeper
and deeper into his sweaty, hot, Dadhole! Now I was over halfway in!

Dad finally realized what was going on through his sexual haze. "Danny, is
that you? Are you in me?" "Yes, Dad, over halfway in." "Oh my God," he
said. "I can't believe it."

I kept sinking in slowly into him until finally I hit bottom and had a
delicious feeling from my crotch hairs on his smooth butt. At that point
he groaned and involuntarily squeezed his chute around my huge erection!
My turn to groan. Dad kept mumbling and moaning. I eased a bit out and
then a bit back in. I kept fucking him slowly and softly. It felt so
great to be inside him and damn was he tight!

Finally he spoke up. "Goddamn it Danny! If you're going to fuck me, fuck
me! You're in me; it actually feels sort of good. No pain. But damn
it...Give it to me like a man now! No pussy shit."

Fuck! Well his wish would be my command!

I slowly built up the speed. I eased in and out of him and in and out of
him. I kept building and building. He kept groaning and soon gasping. I
pushed my cock in and out of him. I rotated my body and his ass. I pushed
as deep as I could and then spread his hole rotating our bodies as much as
I could without coming out of him. I probed him and his hole to spread him
even more. I kept trying to push his prostate button constantly with every
inch of my cock up and down and up and down.

We both started to sweat again from the exertion of a huge man fuck. We
started to cuss again, pushing each other to work harder and harder in our
man fuck. I started to fuck harder than I had ever fucked! I was pistoning
him harder and harder. He kept urging me to fuck him harder! Finally I was
fucking him so hard that I was like a machine gun drilling his ass!

He started to moan and groan more and finally yelled out loud! "Fuck
Danny, Fuck Danny, Fuck Danny." I could feel him cumming between us and
his ass clamped even tighter on my pounding and plunging cock! He milked
me with his ass then and I came and came and came and came and came!

I guess I passed out after the intensity of it all. I woke up to realize I
had come out of Dad. But I felt a hot mouth on my cock! I got hard again
in seconds. Still half awake I felt a new condom being put on my hard cock
and then realized my cock was being swallowed up by a hot ass!

I finally woke up fully to realize my Dad was on top of me riding my hard
cock! He was bouncing up and down on me, impaling himself on me! He was
cussing and moaning and yelling, using me to pleasure him! OMG, I'd
created a nympho!

I stared at his hot polar bear body and his huge cock totally hard from the
way he made me fuck him. Damn, I love this! I took over and started to
work his hot body and his ass harder and pounded him so that I forced him
into the air a bit before he sank down on my hard cock and body...

"Dad, uh, yeah," "Danny, uh yeah."

I think we're going to kill each other through sex, but we'll die happy!

"Dad, uh, yeah," "Danny, uh yeah."