Trent was trying to find purchase in the shower, but it was hard to find his grip on the wet tiled wall, especially with his father pounding into him the way he was.
“Good God the feel of your ass!”
Steven bellowed as he rammed his thick ten inch fatherly dick up his 19 year
old son’s back door. He gave it a smack, the sound bouncing off the shower
walls, “You like this?”
“Yes sir,” Trent closed his
eyes, each inward thrust sent him to the tips of his toes, “please Dad don’t
stop! Destroy my pussy!”
Steven groaned, he loved when
his son begged, “You’re a nasty bitch you know that. Your hole is gripping me
quite nicely!” He reached around and pinched Trent’s foreskin, tugging on it
until it swallowed up his head and made it disappear.
Trent looked down, legs
trembling as he watched his dad play with the loose jacket of skin around his cock.
He bit his lip and moaned; some of his precum was working its way past his
father’s fingers. He spread his legs a bit more and bent down further, opening
up his asshole wider.
His father loved the new angle
and he pounded into it full force. Over and over again he dug into his son’s
sweet spot, listening as his boy gasped and feeling as his passage squeezed and
milked his massive fuck rod. He began to spank his son’s round cheeks and was
pleased when he heard Trent whimper in delight.
“I’m coming boy! Suck it all
out, clench that cunt of yours and milk me!” Steven shoved in and held his
place as he began to pump stream after scorching stream of juice up his son’s
ass, “Fuck yeah…you hungry bitch…take it all,” he panted out.
Trent’s smaller cock started to
erupt, splashing his cum onto the wall in front of him and coating his father’s
fingers. He was trembling, but he was able to stay upright. He let out a sigh,
“Oh that was great…”
“Yes,” Steven was panting hard.
God he loved to plow into his son without mercy. His son was such a sweet and
eager fuck. He rubbed his hands over Trent’s back, “Stay here, I got you some
new clothes. I want you to wear them today.”
Trent nodded, “Okay,” he stood
upright and turned around just as his father left the shower so he could use
the cascading water to wash out his still gaping entrance. He couldn’t help but
push two fingers inside and get them coated with his father’s cum. He was careful
that the water didn’t wash it away as he brought his fingers to his lips and
sucked off the warm liquid. Just then he heard the door open and his father
spoke to him through the shower door and told him his clothes were on top of
the toilet seat.
After a little longer time of
enjoying the warm water Trent finally stepped out of the shower. He grabbed the
thick towel from the bar and was in the middle of drying his hair when he
caught a glimpse of the clothing his father had brought him. His mouth dropped
open in shock, but not disgust. His father was turning out to be kinkier by the
moment!
Steven was in the kitchen
looking through the fridge when he heard his son coming down the stairs. He
smirked and slammed the door just as his boy rounded the corner. He looked
perfect. He was shirtless showing off his slim, but toned hairless chest. His
pink nipples were hard, practically daring Steven to reach out and pluck at
them. His legs, however, were covered by a cute plaid school girl’s skirt. It
just barely covered his ass.
Steven licked his lips, “Lift
your skirt son.”
Trent obeyed and he blushed as
he showed off tiny red satin panties. The tip of his cock peeked out from the
edge of his waistband and his sac was falling out of the sides by his thighs.
The longer he stood there, showing off his body the more blood rushed to his
cock until it was twitching in the panties with delight.
“Looks great, just like I knew
it would!”
“I never would have guessed you
to be such a perv Dad,” Trent chuckled as he dropped his skirt.
“Only in my dreams, your mother
was fairly…vanilla,” Steven shrugged, “so most of my fantasies were in my mind.
Or, on the rare occasions we were apart I’d watch porn.”
Trent smirked, “The more I know
about you the more I’m being spoiled. You’ve ruined me for all other guys!”
“Good!” Steven said with a big
smile. Though he knew this couldn’t last forever (he fully expected his son to
meet someone and fall in love) he still planned on indulging for as long as he
could.
“Could I maybe have a shirt Dad?”
Trent lifted a brow.
Steven just laughed then
proceeded to pull the pancake mix from the cupboard.
Neither one of them had anything
planned for the day so they watched movies and snacked on the couch. Every once
in a while Steven would stroke Trent’s leg or play with his nipples, but he
never moved beyond that. Trent had a steady hard on for most of the day,
wishing his father would bend him over the arm of the sofa and rail into him
hard. He tried snuggling closer and rubbing his father’s groin, but nothing but
a few moans happened before Steven moved his son’s hand away. By nightfall
Trent was so sexually frustrated that he could barely take any more of his
dad’s teasing touches.
“What about some pizza for
supper?” Steven asked already taking out his cell phone.
“Sounds good,” Trent replied
with a pout. He didn’t understand why his father would dress him up in sexy
panties and a tiny skirt if he wasn’t going to play with him. He didn’t even
hear what his father ordered, but he did hear him request a specific driver. By
the time Trent decided to listen he just heard his father say thank you. Trent
questioned him, “You order from them enough you have a favorite driver?”
Steven shrugged, “Yeah I guess
so…”
Trent felt a tug of curiosity
and almost asked about it, but decided he really didn’t care about the answer.
After a while his father was
rubbing his leg again. Trent sort of pursed his lips, upset his father had
taken to teasing him again but aroused all the same. His cock jumped under his
skirt, making it tent a little.
Steven looked down at his hand
and watched it creep up his son’s skirt. Finally, after all these hours of
nothing he cupped Trent’s balls and heard his son gasp. He squeezed gently and
his son moaned. He started to rub in circles and he smirked when his boy
started to rock his hips and moan louder. He leaned over and licked a nipple,
the pink bud hardened immediately. He bit it gently and tugged on it as he
pushed Trent’s panties down just enough so more of his penis was free. He began
to stroke him slowly, not wanting him to get too close to the edge too quickly.
Trent had his head back, his
eyes closed and he was finally enjoying himself. His father’s skilled fingers
would pull on his foreskin, rub the tip and flick the underside until he was
moaning and whispering ‘please please’ over and over again. He lost track of
time, lost in the pleasure that had been building all day. Suddenly, the spell
was broken when the doorbell rang. He jumped a bit and his eyes flew open.
“Go get it,” Steven said as he
stood, the tips of his fingers were shiny with Trent’s precum, “I’ll get us
some sodas.”
“Uh…” Trent stood on shaky legs,
“Dad…dude,” his cock was pushing out the skirt quite lewdly and there was a wet
spot on the plaid.
“Don’t ‘dude’ me,” Steven
chuckled then gave his son a stern look, “Go open the door. Now,” the command
was clear and even though he could tell his son was embarrassed the deep tone
of his voice had the desired effect of turning him on more.
Trent nodded and shuffled over
to the door, his face hot and red. He dropped his head as he opened the door,
too embarrassed to look up.
“Good evening! You…ordered…uh…”
the man’s voice dropped to a low whisper, “Trent…is that you?”
Trent’s head snapped up and his
eyes grew wide. In front of him stood his childhood friend Callen. They kept in
touch semi regularly, but they had both went to different colleges so they
hadn’t seen each other besides the pictures they posted on Facebook.
“What the hell Trent?” Callen
didn’t sound angry, in fact it seemed as though he was checking his friend out.
Without really thinking about it he stepped into the house and placed the large
pizza on the console table by the door, “Damn man…I knew you were pretty but…wow.”
Trent was mortified that even in
the middle of this revelation that his cock had only decided to get harder. He
was leaking precum again and some of it was starting to drip past the skirt. It
took him a moment to find his voice, “What? P-pretty?” He couldn’t seem to get
his mind working, “What?”
“Sorry man…I just,” Callen
reached forward and lifted the skirt. When Trent reached forward to move his
hand away Callen caught it with his other hand and held it. He whistled when he
saw the uncut cock weeping all along the folds of skin, “yeah, just so fuckin’
pretty.”
Trent was confused, shocked and
aroused from the embarrassment; he wasn’t sure what to do. Callen placed his
index finger right over the wet slit and smirked when Trent’s hips twitched.
“We got into a conversation
once,” Steven was suddenly walking into the room. Both young men jumped at his
deep voice, both jerked away from each other as if burned. Steven just smiled,
“I could tell in the tone of Callen’s voice that he was attracted to you. I
asked him outright, what did you say Callen?”
Callen looked horrified, but
when he didn’t answer right away and he saw the expression on Steven’s face
change from amused to expectant he quickly said, “I said…I wasn’t gay but I
would ‘totally fuck your son. He’s pretty’.”
Trent looked up at Callen,
having been friends for so long he had only ever seen Callen as a brother. He
had never been attracted to him, though he was a handsome man. Callen was over
six feet tall with long blonde hair that he wore in a loose ponytail, he
imagined when it was free it lay at the middle of his back. He had beautiful
green eyes and a slightly crooked smile that just made him look more
attractive. He was toned, like a swimmer and right now he was wearing the red
tee shirt of Carlo’s Pizzeria and black jeans that were getting a little tight
around the groin. Trent was shocked by his admission.
“Callen…I,” he started, but then
lost his train of thought when his father interrupted him.
“Well, don’t stop on my
account,” Steven took a seat in the armchair by the door, “I got him all ready
for you. He’s so tensed he’s gonna come if you just kiss the tip of his cock.”
Callen’s eyes grew wider, if
that was possible, “Mr. Lancaster…you and Trent…I mean…”
“Yes,” Steven looked positively
wicked, “every day.”
Trent let out a whine, afraid Callen
would freak out and run away. So he was surprised when Callen stepped up to him
again, shut the front door, locked it then lifted his skirt again.
“This, every day? You get to
have this,” he gripped Trent’s cock and was pleased when his friend shuddered
in delight, “whenever you want?”
“I just had it this morning.”
“Fuck,” Callen started to stroke
it, “I’ve never played with an uncut one before.”
“I thought…” Trent was starting
to pant, “you weren’t gay.”
“I’m not,” Callen grinned up at
him, “but I’ve played with a few cocks.”
Trent didn’t think any of that
made sense but seeing as he was just this
shy of coming he wasn’t about to debate it now. He shivered when Callen
flicked the underside with the tip of his thumb. He looked over at this father
and bit his bottom lip when he saw his dad rubbing the front of his lounge
pants. Steven was hard and he was smirking at the two young men in front of
him.
Callen was still rubbing Trent’s
dick, his breathing picking up the longer he pleasured his friend. He looked up
at him, “I want to…” he suddenly looked confused, like he wasn’t sure why he
was feeling such arousal by this, “Uh…” he was faltering.
Trent saw the slight fear in
Callen’s eyes, the guy really was fighting his arousal, he was scared he was
liking this just a little too much. Trent, being the good friend he was
whispered, “I like that…please,” he lowered his head and bit his lip playfully.
He waited until Callen was looking at him before he continued, “can I…” he
decided that maybe if he seemed confused too it would help Callen feel more at
ease, “can I touch you too?”
Callen wrapped his hand
completely around Trent’s cock and squeezed, “Fuck,” he breathed as his other
hand reached up and touched his friend’s lips, “your mouth…I bet you suck dick
like a pro.”
“He does,” Steven stood up and
walked over slowly, “Trent, show him…show him how good you are,” he reached out
and ran his fingers through his son’s hair, “show him how eager you are.”
Trent smirked and, never taking
his eyes off of Callen’s face, lowered himself to his knees. Callen looked down,
then back at Steven, then back at Trent. He was exceptionally aroused, but
still also unsure of engaging in a threesome. An incestuous threesome at that.
Trent didn’t tease, he quickly
undid Callen’s pants, the best way to get Callen to stop worrying was to take
his mind off of the unorthodox situation. The best way to do that was to blow
him so good he’d pass out from the orgasm.
Callen was cut, longer than his
father but not as thick. It was a deep pink blush and the veins stood out along
the sides. His balls were hanging low and looked a little small, but in no way
did it take away from his sexiness. Trent leaned forward and sucked the tip between
his lips and laved the slit with his tongue. Callen shivered, but didn’t pull
away. He watched as Trent closed his eyes and continued to suck on him. Trent
spread his legs; his own cock was twitching with arousal and leaking precum
onto the carpet. Steven watched his son pleasure the other boy and he smirked
in approval. He touched his son’s head and pushed him deeper onto Callen’s
cock.
Callen gasped, “Fuck, Trent…”
“You can,” Steven said, “go
ahead…take him…he loves it.”
Callen looked over at Steven and
when he saw him smile at him sweetly and nod he gripped the back of Trent’s
head and thrust his hips. He heard his friend gag and he almost came right
then. He pulled out a bit and whispered, “Get ready for it, stay loose for me,”
then he pushed in again, deeper this time and Trent let out a groan before he
gagged again.
Steven knelt down and watched up
close as Callen ruthlessly used his son’s throat. He leaned in and whispered
into Trent’s ear, his lips brushing the shell, “He’s using you like the horny
cum dump you are. You look like such a whore boy. God I can hear you choking,
it’s so sexy,” he kissed his cheek as he reached out and fondled the tip of his
son’s dripping dick.
Callen was so into it now that
he closed his eyes and thrust faster and faster, his head back with his mouth
agape. He was digging his fingers into Trent’s black hair and using it for
leverage as he fucked his face. Trent had tears running down his cheeks, but
between the brutal skull fucking and his father playing with his foreskin he
was on the verge of climaxing.
Steven stood again and said,
“Come on Callen, shoot that sperm down my son’s throat. Make him eat it!”
Callen shuddered and obeyed, he
let out a strangled sound as his orgasm hit and he began to spurt strongly
straight down Trent’s throat. Trent gagged and choked and had to pull away to
breathe and the rest of Callen’s mess landed on his face and into his still
open mouth.
Callen’s legs gave way and he sank
to the floor panting. He looked over at Trent, who was licking the cum off his
lips, and said, “Damn man, you’re a natural. A real cockslut.”
Trent blushed then looked up at
his dad with his glistening face. Steven smirked down at him then he looked
over at Callen, “You came so much Callen…look at it, all over Trent’s face.
What does he look like to you?”
Callen reached out and pushed
two fingers into Trent’s mouth and wasn’t surprised when he started sucking on
them, “He looks wasted, like some cheap corner whore.”
Trent trembled at the language.
He really did have a thing for dirty talk.
Callen suddenly removed his
fingers, “I…uh…I gotta go,” he stood and looked over at Steven, “I’m still on
the clock and all…”
“Oh, yes!” Steven laughed,
“Here,” he rushed to the coffee table to get his wallet and gave Callen his tip,
“I’ll order from you again, don’t worry,” he winked at him but the message was
clear: don’t call me, I’ll call you.
Callen nodded his understanding
and after looking down at Trent one last time he tucked himself away and left
the house.
Trent stood up, his still hard
cock jutting out from under the skirt, lifting it. The edge was wet with his
precum and it swayed as his dick bobbed as he walked over to the pizza. He took
some napkins and washed his face. He turned back to his father, “You think he’s
going to tell anyone?”
“Probably, but they won’t
believe him,” Steven’s eyes looked over his son’s body, settling at the
throbbing dick. The foreskin was shiny with precum and he licked his lips,
“Come here boy.”
Trent walked over to his father
and when he reached him Steven spun him around so he was facing the door.
Steven dropped to the ground and without preamble began to lick and nibble at
his son’s asshole. Trent moaned, trembling with pent up arousal.
“Is your throat sore?” Steven
asked.
“A little,” Trent whispered, “he
went deeper than I was ready for.”
“You should always be ready for
cock,” Steven gave a long lick up the entire length of Trent’s crack, “you love
it so much I’m surprised you don’t walk around on all fours.”
Trent moaned as his dad started
to flick the tip of his tongue over his opening, “Don’t make me sound like a
bitch in heat,” he panted.
Steven spanked a butt cheek then
spit on his hole and pushed his index finger inside, “You are though son, you
wake me up almost every morning with your mouth wrapped around my dick. You beg
me to fuck your boycunt every night. You
weren’t even embarrassed when Callen was here!”
“I was too!” Trent protested as
he was brought up to his tip toes by his father’s fingering.
“Were you?” Steven smirked, “You
were hard the whole time. Is that a thing with you then? You like being
humiliated?”
“No…I…I don’t know…maybe,” Trent
spread his legs and bent a bit at the waist. His father understood his silent
plea and he pushed in a second finger. Trent moaned then said, “it was easier
because he was nervous too.”
“Do you want to play with him
again?”
“I want to, yes.”
“Liked sucking his cock that
much huh?”
“AH!” Trent cried out when
Steven crooked his fingers, “I-I- oh God I-I want to watch him.”
“Do what?” Steven pulled his
fingers out but held the hole open so he could spear his tongue inside.
“I want…I want to see him suck
you…” Trent’s chest was heaving.
Steven pulled away and smacked
his lips as he stood, “Really? Well I want to watch him ram you with that long
ass dick of his,” He lined up and pressed into his son slowly.
“Oh…yesssss…” Trent closed his
eyes, “finally,” he breathed.
Steven’s lip curled as pleasure
radiated through his body. He pushed in all the way in one slow steady thrust.
Once fully seated he took a deep breath and said, “He’d hurt you I think, he’s
so long he wouldn’t be able to do this,” he rolled his hips, “balls to balls.”
Trent whined, “Move…please…I
need it.”
Steven pulled out half way, “So
eager, my little slutty boy,” he pushed in and was pleased to hear Trent gasp,
“I’ve been holding off all day too you know. Don’t be such a selfish bitch.”
Trent ignored him, “Fuck me dad!
Fuck me fast!” He was begging and he didn’t care.
“No,” Steven commanded, “ask me
correctly.”
“Please! Dad!” Trent looked over
his shoulder, “Ram your thick dick up my wide open pussy! Split me in half!
Fuck me until I can taste it!”
Steven pulled back all the way
to the tip, he held it there, just long enough to know he was leaking precum
into his son’s hot hole. He could feel Trent’s inner walls fluttering around
his cockhead and he let out a groan of pleasure. Finally he snapped his hips
forward and started up a brutal pace that had the both of them sweating in no
time.
Trent’s cock was swaying and
flicking precum all over the front door. He screwed his eyes shut as he took
the strong pounding, “Yes! Like that! Fuck yes! Please don’t stop!”
“You feel so good! Better than
your mom!” Steven loved the lewd sounds their slapping bodies made in the room,
“You’re so tight! That’s it, take all of my dick!” He continued to slam his
fuck rod up his son’s back door cunt with no sign of slowing down, “Swallow all
of it bitch! Whore! You filthy cumbucket! Dad’s going to shoot your brothers
and sisters into your pussy and when I pull out you’re going to leak them all
onto the floor!”
“Yes!” Trent cried out,
“Anything you want! Just don’t stop! Push in deep! Spray your cum all over my
insides!”
Steven’s fingers dung into the
sides of Trent’s hips and he knew he would leave bruises. He didn’t care
though; he just kept snapping his hips, forward and back, as hard and fast as
he could into his son’s waiting asshole. Finally he slammed home one last time
and filled his son with thick hot jizz. Trent gasped as he felt himself being
filled and gasped again when his father abruptly pulled out. He could feel his
hole twitching, trying to close.
Steven saw his cum oozing out of
the gaping hole and it pleased him, “Come on slut, push it out!”
Trent bore down and could feel
his father’s cum bubbling out of his hole.
“Faster!” Steven smacked his
son’s ass and just as he expected it forced his cum out, a little bit even
squirted, “More!” He started to lay down a steady stream of blows to his son’s
jiggling ass and grinned as his cum leaked and dripped out of his son’s well
used boy cunt.
Trent spread his legs more and
could feel the mess running down his crack, over his balls and even onto his
thigh. He still had an erection and it was bobbing almost painfully, but the
spanking was racketing up his arousal and he was shocked that he may climax
soon. He was panting and moaning and wiggling his hips, “Please dad, yes make
me come!”
Steven’s brows shot up, he had no
idea his son hadn’t come yet. He took Trent’s arm and pulled him around and
pushed him against the door. Trent could feel the precum that had landed on the
door, cool and slick on the small of his back. Steven reached down and gave
Trent’s cock three quick thrusts then said, “Come for me. Come all over my
fucking floor,” then he gave the dick a slap, not too hard, but it stung just
enough that Trent was finally coming. Copious amounts of cum flew out of the
tip of his dick and Steven leaned forward and drank it as if he was at a water
fountain. Trent was taunt, back arched and his thighs quivering. When his cock
was finally reduced to sputtering he slid down the door and took a deep
shuddering breath. He was crying softly, it had been such an intense orgasm.
Steven sat beside him and
stroked his hair, “Beautiful. You look utterly beautiful like this,” he kissed
his tears away, “I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” Trent
whispered, still overwhelmed.
“Are you hungry?” Steven smiled,
“I ordered pizza…”
