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Workie Big Jim
WORKIE BIG JIM to J-BOI
What the hell is going on outside the front door? James looked through the window and saw 2 young guys setting up bollards in a square on the pavement outside
‘I’ve not had any notifcation for works to be done.’
As he looked out there were two guys both in their 20.s in full Hi Viz gear wearing white helmets and orange kit. One had a really good bod and knew it wearing tight trousers so he showed off a tight arse. He had a tight fitting T shirt on showing the full 6 pack and protruding nipples, making sure his waistcoat was open for all to see. He was unshaven, a good dark stubble and tanned. One arm was full of tats and he had gold earrings in both ears and a ciggie droping down from his lips. As he turned so James could see his cock pushing out from the tight confines. His head was shaved and gleaming.
Sex on legs but a mouthy son of a bitch by the look of things
The other guy was shorter and a good rugby build with hairy arms and shaved head. He was wearing dirty camos and high rigger boots. He kept wiping his nose on his cuffs. A dirty little bugger James thought
Even if James was annoyed at seeing them outside his house, he found his cock twitching at the sight of the lads.
Nothing to beat a dirty workie he thought. Christ I don’t why but the sight of these dirty young guys in Hi Viz always gets me horny . I can’t stop dreaming of being a mucky workie and having a good fuck with these guys. As he stared at them so his hand went down to his dick and started rubbing . Shit I love Hi Viz gear he said as his cock started tenting big time in his trousers. Christ I have to have a wank and they wont be able to see me getting my rocks off.
With that he took his good 6 incher out with its thick head and started to rub himself. That cocky one really gets me so horny he said watching the young lad bend over showing the tight arse. What I would do with that he said but knowing full well he never would which made his excitement even more. His hand groped his dick and he slid his sweaty hand up and down his shaft faster and faster working his thick head wet with precum. Oh God I’m coming as he shoved his head back and his cum spurted all over the wall under the window.
James showered and washed off all the excess spunk that had run down his legs Time to get to work. As he walked out the cocky lad looked over at him and winked.
‘What are you guys doing right in front of my house.’
‘What the fuck does it look like. Digging a hole mate, electrical problems. Can you not see what it says on the back of my coat.’
‘I only asked’ James said
‘And I only told you’ was the reply.
‘Have you not any foreman’ asked James
‘Nope, he buggered off, its just Jake and I, ain’t it Jake?’
‘Sure thing, Wayne but we reckon we know what were doin’
‘I certainly hope so’ James said somewhat arrogantly
‘Christ man can you not take a joke. A bit strung up ain’t you?’
‘How long is this going to take?’
‘As long as we feel like. Looks a good job for us with no one in charge so a good few cups of tea and breaks plus of course our ciggies, a good week I’d say. Wayne gave James another wink as as he did so he let his hand run down the shaft of his cock making sure that James saw the full length of his dick.
James realized that Wayne was a bloody troublemaker just baiting so decided to go off to the office without any more to say.
‘You know mate you’d be better off as one of us workies. A fucking better life than stuck in an office.’
Sitting on the bus James kept thinking what Wayne had said about being a workie and the idea of being one working along side Jake and Wayne in full Hi Viz gear made his cock rigid under his briefcase. Christ I’d be so horny working with them I’d never get any work done he joked to himself.
When he got home the two blokes had left. During the night he could not take his mind of Wayne’s arse in those Hi Viz trousers and those tats and dirt and the shaved head. He kept waking up with a raging knob on but decided not to wank as he was waiting to see the two of them the next day.
He remembered waking up early because the doorbell rang. He went to open and on the doorstep was a bag, no one there. What the hell is this?
Might as well open he thought and as he unzipped he caught sight of bright orange HI Viz clothing.
Someone must have left this but I didn’t see yesterday evening.
As he put his hand in the bag he stroked the gear and felt his cock harden.
I’ve got to look at this. He took out everything and laid it out on the table. There were a pair of thick rigger boots well used and filthy with the leather on the toe caps worn so he could see the metal. A pair of yellow socks with holes in the toes. a pissed stained worn jockstrap, A pair of mucky Hi Viz trousers with a thick belt, a ripped T shirt stained with dirt and snot, a waistcoat and helmet.
They are all much too big for me he thought sadly but he leant over the table and started smelling everything. Christ the socks are stinking with a real cheesy feet smell. It’s as though they’ve never been washed. The T shirt smelt of BO and dirt and as for the jockstrap it really smelt of piss and fresh piss at that full of yellow stains. As he stroked the jockstrap there were hard sections which he could see were of dried cum. The smell of it all as he rubbed his hands over the clothing had him so worked up he thought he might cum, his cock was already oozing precum.
‘Just looking at all this is making me so horny I’ve got to try it on even if it is too big, I just want to feel all this dirt and piss against me.’
He picked up the jockstrap and started rubbing it over his face. He wanted to cover himself with the smell of stale piss. He rubbed it over his nose and over his eyes then started stuffing it into his mouth until he was almost gagging with the smell but the more he stuffed in the more the precum appeared on the tip of his cock. With the jockstrap now moist from his spit he put on the jockstrap knowing it was far too big. As he pulled it up his legs so he suddenly felt dizzy and different. His legs started growing not just in height but width, they were bloody chunky legs with big muscles and his soft downy leg hair changed, thick dark hair started sprouting all over his legs even across the top of his feet. He pressed his stiff cock into the jockstrap and the outline changed. What was just a normal erect dick strained so much as the cotton he thought is would burst. It was a monster tool and thick as his arm scarcely able to be contained. Black curly pubic hair suddenly was growing all around sideways, upwards like a bloody gorilla,. His waist had expanded and the elastic was straining around his waist. The colour of his skin had changed from pinky white to a dark tan which with so much hair he could hardly see.
James could not understand but he knew he had to continue getting into the gear. He next put on the socks, dirty stinkin and his toes were popping through the end he must be a size 12 at least what had happened to his size 8.He lifted the Hi viz trousers and thought they were much too big for him but as he dragged them up his leg they started to feel tight. He could hardly get them over his pouch so hard was his big cock. He pushed them over and they felt so tight across his arse but as he looked down so his stomach started to change and push out. Not just a little but one hell of a lot. He had a bloody great beer belly and the hair from his pubes was rapidly speading up over the top of his trousers. As he tied his belt so his belly spread out over. He lifted the T shirt and smelt the armpits. God they stank of sweat, and there was a rip down part of the front. As he put it over his head he felt his arms ache and his chest tense. Looking more carefully his arms had expanded to reveal hard muscle he knew he never had and not just muscle but Tattoos all the way down both arms and yet more thick black hair. Christ it looked so bloody macho. The hair moved over his shoulders and he could feel it moving down both back and front. He seems like a bloody gorilla His chest seemed to blow out, the belly more pronounced and a big pair of hairy tits. The rip in the T shirt meant that one of his tits was poking through showing a big juicy nipple with a thick steel ring. As he went to put on the Hiviz waistcoat his arm brushed his face. Where was all that smooth skin of his, instead he took his thick nicotined fingers over a big bushy beard and up to a shaved head.. Only one thing left, his helmet. It looked miles too big but as he brought it down it was the perfect size , he head had expanded so much.
However the biggest change was when the helmet was fully on. James suddenly felt a strong rush of blood running round his entire body. His brain felt fried. He put his hands up to his face and shouted not in his well spoken soft voice but in a strongly accented deep tone.
‘I’m fucking Big Jim and where are those fucking skivers. Time someone fucking told them who’s Boss and its me. Time they make it up as I’m needing a fucking shag.’
With that he opened the door and Wayne and Jake were sitting with ciggie in hand and no sign of any tools.
‘What the fuck do you two think your doing. I hate fucking skivers. Get the hell in here now.’
Wayne could not believe what he saw but both were so surprised they stood up speechless and went inside.
‘So you’s think that jus because I’m no with yos you can do whit you like. Well I’ll tell you I’m the one who gives the orders not fucking you. And its lucky for you that I’m feeling fucking horny so no docking of wages but time to keep me happy and shoot a load.’ Big Jim shouted and belched rubbing his hand down the length of his cock
‘That’s a fucking monster you’ve got there Jim and I can see its already rock hard the way its tenting.’
‘Too fucking right and see that arse of your’s boy well that’s where its going. And don’t tell me you don’t like big cock. ‘
‘No way Big Boy’
With that Big Jim grabbed Wayne from the back and yanked him back bringing his bushy bearded face against Wayne. I told you what I’m doing and you do nothing but agree. Right got that?
Jim sent a big gob of spit into Wayne’s face.
‘OK mate sure thing’
Still holding Wayne by the collar with one hand Big Jim yanked open Waynes flies and pulled down his HI Viz . As he did so, Wayne’s erect cock sprang up.
‘No way you say? That stiff dick of yours is telling me something else. A good size boy and any dick as stiff as this wants a fuck. So bend over now.
And as for you Jake stop staring and rubbing your crotch. I can see that knob on from here, getting you going is it?
‘Sure bloody is Big Jim’
‘So fuckin unzip yourself and lets see what you’re made off.’
Jake stuck his hand into his Hi Viz and pulled out a long thin hard cock.
‘You can have a good wank when I say so but first your goin’ to suck yer mates dick and when I say suck I wanna see his tool all the way down your throat.
Right Wayne I said bend over .
As he pushed the lad down he took his other arm and slapped hard across his arse
‘Fuckin hell man that hurts’
‘I want to get your bum nice and hot for my cock, so quit the moaning and with that he struck again as the arse showed red.
‘Time to give you a sackful of cum boy. He dropped a gob of spit onto his throbbing cock and worked it, then taking hold of each cheek he spread them apart to get a look at Wayne’s hole.
‘Big hole boy for someone like you. Don’t tell me you’ve not had a dick my size up that crack of yours’
‘Now inch that arse back so I can spear you and don’t worry I’ll take my time.’ Slowly he inched his cock into the hole his spit giving as much lube as necessary
‘That’s it boy you now start moving back onto my prick’
‘Fuck I feel I’m going to explode’
‘Oh stop the crap and take it like a man.. That’s it you’ve got the hang of it now. Keep moving your arse further and further in. You’re tight but fucking fantastic ‘Keep going you’re almost at the hilt.’
‘I fucking hope so cant take much more length.’
With one push Big Jim was fully in.
Right Jake just fuckin looking and rubbing your dick, its time for you to give some action and give our mate here some head. I can see you can’t wait to get his knob down your throat.
Jake bent down while Wayne pushed himself further and further into Big Jim’s pubes.
‘Christ I can feel you right up’
‘I fuckin well hope so’
Jake started licking Wayne’s head dripping his spit and feeling it mix with Wayne’s precum.
‘Load of pre there man. You’d have to with a dick this size up you
Jake slowly let his mouth move up the shaft, making sure his saliva made the cock easy to get down his throat. He loved cock especially Wayne’s as the further down he got the thicker the cock was making him open his mouth fully. Once fully in he starting sliding his mouth up and down the shaft getting faster and faster
‘Fuck man, you always give the best head. Come on Jim get that prick of yours moving in and out. I wanna come with you spurting inside me.’
‘You asked for it boy and with that Jim started lunging in and out making sure his groin was right into Wayne’s arse, pounding him. He could hear the noise of the precum and spit getting louder and louder the more he fucked.
Jake had his hand wrapped around his dick wanking hard ready to swallow all Wayne’s juice
Jesus man I’m going to come, your big dick is making me so fucking horny I can’t wait any longer. Jake get ready to swallow, I’ve got bags of cum going down yer throat.’
Big Jim slowly took his cock back ready for the final push.
‘Ready boy I’m cumin all the way up you. So fucking much it’ll be coming out yer mouth.’
‘Fuck man I’m cumming
‘So am I, take it Jake, shit what a fiuck’
‘Yes boi here is comes yea, Fucking hell.’
And with that Big Jim threw his head back and all went dark
James woke up. It had all been a dream but not only had Big Jim spunked but James’s dream was so real he had come all over his chest, spunk all the way to his neck.
‘God what a dream that was amazing. I’ll need to go and shower.’
And with that the doorbell went not just once but several times.
‘Christ I’ll have to answer that. He quickly put on his tracksuit and hoping no one would notice his dripping cock making a stain, he opened the front door.
Wayne was standing leaning against the door frame with mug in hand, his eyes glinting at James, dressed in full HiViz with a thick jacket and trousers.
‘So mate, I need some water for my tea. Thought I’d get some from you. You going to ask me in?’
‘I’m busy but if you just want some water come into the kitchen.. Where’s your mate?’
‘Buggered off so just me today, at least for the moment.’
‘Let me have your mug and I’ll fill up.’
‘Don’t think I’m wrong mate but you smell of spunk. Am I right? Looks as though there some left overs staining your trackies. Been wanking thinking of me, eh’
James was speechless
‘I saw you looking at me rubbing me crotch the first day and when I saw you looking out the window I bent down knowing you were getting off seeing my tight bum. Right eh? I fucking knew you were wanking at the window. So you get off on Hi Viz workies do you? I tell you we get hit on all the times by blokes who love the gear like you. So you wanna try some on, what about mine. Bet that would really turn you. You’d feel my body part of you eh?’
Wayne gave his cock an ru knowing full well James was staring at him, and all this talk was getting not just him but James also really horny
‘Well em, if you want.’
‘Right then get your trackies off and I can first see that bod of yours and all the spunk that’s drying off.’
James did as he was told took his trackies off
‘Shit man that’s a hell of a lot of spunk I can see. Good balls eh? And not a bad sized dick either which I can see is looking for some hot action. Got a wee surprise for you mate, hope you are ready. I knew I would have you today.’
Wayne undid his jacket and opened up to take off. Underneath James saw a white T shirt with the word SKIN in large red letters on the front and red braces. His tats showed strong all the way down his arms
Wayne let down his trousers and under he had a pair of bleachers and 19hole Doc Martins with yellow laces.
‘Eyes out on stalks boi? Like what you see. This is me when not a workie but I still luv being a fucking workie.’
Wayne stood there in front of James with his head fully shaved and glistening and all the tattoos showing down his muscled arms, he was the perfect skin.
‘So get the gear on.’ Wayne barked at James.
All James wanted was to put on the Hi Viz gear and he could smell Wayne he hadn’t washed for several days but that made it all the better. James just wanted to please Wayne
God it felt great and knowing it was Wayne’s made him start to feel so horny.
Wayne put his arm around James’s neck and pulled him in to him so their faces were touching.
‘Now open yer mouth.’
As James opened his mouth so Wayne kissed him and stuck his tongue down the throat releasing a huge gob of spit into James mouth.
‘Swallow that’ he barked.
As James let the gob slide down his throat so he suddenly had a burning sensation like an electric jolt through his body but it felt bloody great.
‘Feeling good boi eh?’
‘Yea feel different.’
‘Bloody right what’s yer name?’
‘J-boi’
‘Yeh and what are you?’
‘Your bitch’
And what does my bitch do
Lick your boots
‘So fucking get down and do it in my hi viz gear. You love my fuckin gear don’t you bitch’
J-boi did as told and knelt on the floor covering Wayne’s boots with spit and licking. Wayne put one booted foot on J-boi’s head and pressed it down.
‘I said fucking lick, so get on with it. You love it boy licking my boots and being my bitch.’
J-boi licked as though his life depended on it and the more he licked he more his cock hardened making him feel so horny. He loved his cock rubbing against Wayne’s trousers making him feel part of Wayne, a skin workie.
‘Now work your way up my bleachers’
Slowly still tonguing J-boi made his way up until he came to the hard long outline of Waynes cock. Shit what a cock. His full length was straining down his bleacher leg wanting to be released but not before he made J-boi work for it.
‘Now get your mouth round my head and feel the length. Good aint it, it’s what you want you fuckin little bitch.
J-boi said nothing, he was too busy loving feeling the cock through the bleachers. He sat back looking up at Wayne like a pup.
‘You want my dick down that throat of yours don’t you boi’
‘Fucking right I do Master. You do with me what you want.’
With difficulty Wayne pulled down his zip and forced outhis thick juicy dick. It bounced up in boi’s face.
‘Look mate you’ve got be fucking hard, that what bitches do. So open that fucking mouth wide and take what’s coming to you’ as he smeared his pre cum cock against J-boi’s face
Wayne grabbed boi by the hair.
‘Once you’ve had my spunk I’m getting rid of all that fuckin hair of yours. I wan my bitch a true skinhead. As you’r goin to be a fucking dirty workie you’ve gotta look a real man
He rammed hic dick into Boi’s mouth. At first he gagged with the size and ferocity that Wayne rammed it in but he wanted every inch Wayne could give him and let his mouth and throat take the full length. He felt the pubes rubbing against his face.
‘Jesus you love my sweaty dick. I haven’t washed for a couple of days knowing I was coming here. Nice a cheesy with some hardened cum on it. Thinking of you in my Hi Viz gear sucking me off had me wanking big time but better knowing that now you’re no longer a fucking pansy but one of us Skins. A bit of work but I’ll have you tattooed, hair shaved and smoking packets of ciggies in no time
His hands still grabbing Boi, he pulled him in and out, Boi’s spit dripping down his face
‘Christ you know how to give head boi. I picked the right one to be my bitch. I’m going cum and you’re gonna take all. There’s a sackful going down.
Boi in Wayne’s Hi Viz could only think of all that cum and sucked quicker and quicker.
‘Christ I’m coming ,take it all boy’ and he exploded into Boi’s mouth. Too much for him to swallow and it oozed down his chin and on to the Hi Viz jacket. ‘Christ what a fucking blow job. Jesus boi you’re the best.’
He hauled Boi up and stuffed his mouth down bois throat licking his own cum and feeling Boi’s spit.
Master, my cocks so fucking hard in your gear, I need to cum.’
‘Ok Boi but rub yerself off in my gear, I want all that cum to run down and harden inside. Let me see you wank now Boi.
Boi had his hand around his dick rubbing up an down on the trousersfeeling Wayn’s hardened cum inside and knowing he was going to cum and mix it with Wayne’s
That’s it Boi, shoot yer fucking load inside.
Christ, I’m cumming, shit I’ve still a fucking great load in me balls Yeeees fuck man , shitttt! And Boi gushed a wad of cum inside Wayne’s Hi viz and Boi could feel it running all the way down his leg, loads of good white cum.
He sat back exhausted still oozing Wayne’s cum from his mouth
Zipping himself up Wayne said
‘Right Boi its time you got your hands dirty and came out to do an afternoon’s work in your Hi Viz. I’ll watch you with me mug of tea. Then it’s off to the barbers for you and a full razor job. I want that head of yours gleaming. After that the Tat shop to get your fist tattoo and I’ll choose what it is. Like the idea of a swastika on yer neck. Have you looking like a real skin. We’ll pick up a few can of beers with your money and then home to get you into some good skin gear of mine before we hit the pubs. Seeing you get into my skin gear will make me so fucking horny that you can expect a right good fucking before we go out. It what you wanna be mate, a fucking Hi Viz Skin. My bitch. If yer lucky I may share you around with some of the blokes
‘Sounds fucking great, master’
‘That’s my J-boi’
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CARRIED AWAY
I knew Dad and I needed to talk about what was going on. In fact I decided today would be the day and as I drove home from my late afternoon class, I rehearsed the conversation, or at least my part of it. We'd go back to being just father and son. If need be, I'd move out. I had a little savings that I could use to move to an apartment, get roommates if needed. I dreaded that talk, but I was 19 and could man up.
I pulled up to the house, a nice 3 bedroom bungalow in a leafy residential part of town not too far from campus. Dad had done well for himself financially since the divorce. I wasn't even sure what he did exactly, some sort of commodities analyst job that let him work from home half the time, when he wasn't doing business travel. His Audi was in the driveway, so I knew he'd be home. My heart pounded as I bounded up the steps and through the front door.
It was quiet inside, dead quiet. No TV, no music, no sounds of Dad making dinner in the kitchen. I rounded the hallway and looked into the living room. There Dad was, butt naked and sprawled belly down on the couch. Almost sleeping, or at least dormant, playing possum for me.
Damn, I still couldn't believe how my father had looked after his body. Every single day he put in time at the gym and was careful about what he ate, and it showed. And by now I had his vitals memorized like he was some Grindr trick.... 51 years old, 5'11", 180 pounds of lean muscle, brown eyes, salt and pepper hair mostly silver now.
Total bottom.
My dick twitched, then it more than twitched, it firmed up in my shorts. I set down my back pack and took another deep look, seeing if Dad was gonna break the spell. But he just lay there, relaxed, waiting for me.
This was a first for us. Dad and I always did it in the privacy of a bedroom, blinds closed tight. This was incest and we knew there was a risk with it. But here it was broad daylight in the late spring sun, and while the house was reasonably private, Dad lay in front of big open windows.
The risk turned me on, though. I pulled off my sweatshirt and with it my T-shirt. I almost wished Dad would look up at me. Even if I didn't match his meaty muscle, I had a pretty good body I'd been working on lately, and I always got off on my father's attraction to it.
I tossed the clothing on a chair and kicked off my shoes. I gripped my boner to prime the pump, not that I needed to, then slipped off my shorts and briefs. I walked hardon first toward that couch.
Dad finally stirred as I got the spare spot at the end, running my hands up those knotted calves and hamstrings. My father was the right amount of hairy, soft short fur along those legs, leading up to a shaved ass and a back that my old man kept waxed smooth. I massaged his middle-aged stud body some more, thinking about how jealous I was the couple of times Dad started dating around and playing the field some.
I leaned in, giving soft kisses up the back of his hamstrings that made him squirm and flex involuntarily for me. He let out a soft moan. This was the weird role reversal for us. Dad liked hard charging sex, sowing his oats and making up for lost time from the years he was married faithfully to Mom. I was the one who introduced him to the thrill of sensual, slow sex with another man. Though some of Dad's naughty horniness was rubbing off on me, I had to admit.
I started licking the leg fur, altnerating legs and working my way up to Dad's trench. He kept that shaved smooth, too. One of these days, I'd have to get him to let the fur grow out around his hole, just to see what that was like.
My body shivered as I remembered I'd intended to have a conversation with the man, to tell him there wouldn't be "one of these days" ahead for us. Sensing my hesitation, or maybe just feeling horny, Dad hiked his buns up to my face. Begging to be eaten out.
I shoved every rational thought deep into my brain, where I'd never find it again. And I dove in. I flitted my tongue, getting an honest-to-god gasp from my father. He called my rim jobs pure torture, which just made me go even more gradual and licking then eating out that paternal asshole.
My fingers gently massaged those smooth dad cheeks as I licked around, one side of his trench then the other, circling around the rosebud. When we first started fooling around, I didn't like the idea of rimming and only tried it to make Dad happy. Turns out I was as into it was he was, maybe even more so.
I pried the buns apart and now stabbed the tip of my tongue against his pucker, repeatedly. We were now in full analingus connection, and if anyone were by the back window they'd see us. That idea thrilled me for some reason, and I imagined doing this to Dad in some public place. Eating out my father on a beach or in a forest or something.
I kept waiting for Dad to beg, to ask me to just fuck him. But he only let out soft, deep groans, those sex sounds I'd come to love because a son should never hear them first hand from his father.
So I kept munching, going deeper. Dad always cleaned himself out well and I knew that's what he'd done in advance of me coming home today. So I took advantage of that squeaky clean dad hole to lick inside. I have a long tongue, and it was driving Dad wild now. He humped the couch, or maybe was bucking up against my invading tongue. Either way, we were both getting carried away.
I couldn't take any more. I leaned up and grunted in a hurried voice that said I could barely form words at that moment. "Lube!"
Dad reached down where he'd placed a tube on the floor next to the couch. My father had gotten some new stuff a couple weeks ago, and it was incredible. So slick I sometimes felt I could almost could come from the silky wetness on my cock. The extra lubrication meant less friction, which took me longer to cum, but that was a bonus. I slathered on a good amount now and crawled onto Dad's gym-perfect body.
He reached behind him to help guide me to his hole. This is where I wish I had more experience, but I found his entrance with Dad's help.
I used the leverage of my position on top of him to push past the ring. Even if I wasn't a master top, I now knew Dad's spots of resistance and how to overcome them. The only struggle now was that his clenching guts were almost milking my rigid son cock. I was hung pretty thick, kind of like Dad, and feeling the act of him accommodating my girth was always one of the best parts of the fuck.
I was positioned directly over him now though used my arms to hold me a little above his back. Dad's favorite position was missionary, but more than anything the man craved sexual variety, and he knew fucking in this position got me off the best.
I leaned down and kissed the back of his neck, feeling his guts unclench now and let me all the way in. It was exquisitely hot and tight. Maybe it was because I was a full-blooded gay dude, but I didn't know how anyone didn't love fucking ass. I gave it a second and pulled back my hips. Then shoved in. Not rough, exactly, but I'd learned Dad loved an athletic fuck. I was gonna give him one.
"Fuck your father, Jake," Dad growled. It was his first words to me since I'd walked in through the door. They sent a jolt right to my balls, and my hips responded with another hard jab into his guts.
This was new for us, too. Talking during sex. "You like your son's dick, Dad?"
Dad nodded, and I got off on the way his silver hair caught the early evening light. I couldn't wait for him to be completely gray, in a couple of years.
"I love it. Taking my boy's big fat cock. Getting fucked by my only son."
God, Dad was gonna drive me wild. I felt my dick spurt some precum into his ass, but somehow I didn't nut, not fully. I'd thank the lube for that, cause my hips were a fast blur now. I was unable to think, I just wanted to maximize the sensation on my prick.
"My father the hornod," I growled, now resting my young smoother, muscular body on his back as I rutted.
"For you, kiddo."
"God, Dad," I hissed. Everything about this felt amazing. Physically, psychologically, emotionally. My hips pumped harder.
"Want you to nail me all night with that fat son dick," Dad said. It was wild to hear a voice so familiar in sex talk mode. He kind of humped back against me but mostly braced his meaty body to take what I was giving.
"Don't tempt me, Dad. Cause I fucking will. Three, four times tonight... get it up again and just fuck you."
"God yeah!" I wouldn't call my dad a slut or anything but in the middle of sex he'd get VERY bottom-y in a way that drove me crazy.
"Your bedroom or mine?" I hissed. This was another transgression for us... for all that had gone on the last year, we'd never actually slept overnight in the same bed. It was kind of an unspoken rule between us.
"OH SHIT!" Dad was coming now, hands free as my cock pounded his prostate and my words went to that forbidden sex zone of his brain.
I was three seconds behind him. I wasn't a loud cummer like Dad but I held on tight and pounded with slower but hard thursts as I spurted deep and heavy in his bowels.
I kind of collapsed onto my father's body, hoping I wasn't too much weight on him, but just smiled and let out a soft coo. Dad, it turns out, liked this part of sex, too.
"Mmmm, kiddo.... you always gave me the best sex of my life."
I blushed. Part of me wondered where Mom fit in that, but the egotistical part of me was glad I was top dog in Dad's sexual history. I gave a slow gentle humping against his meaty ass, working my still turgid prick in and out of his cummy hole. "You serious about trying a marathon session?" I asked, maybe a little greedy. "Or was that just you getting carried away?"
Dad twisted his head some and I knew what he was looking for. I met him in a soft kiss. Not the perfect angle for one, but it's always amazing kissing your own father. Our tongued battled playfully before we parted.
"I wanna try it," my father said thoughtfully. "How often can you go in one night?" he asked.
I leaned up and then slowly pulled out my dick. I didn't want to really but figured if we were gonna fuck again, the old man could use a break. I scooted next to him, face to face, our bodies barely fitting on that couch. "Four probably," I replied. "My record might be 5 cums in 24 hours but I was really horned up then."
Dad grinned and reached down to cup my softening but full and meaty cock. "I'd say you were pretty horny just now. We'll go for five, kiddo," he winked.
We kissed again, softly. I wanted some romantic make out now that we'd had the hard charging sex. Thankfully, Dad was on the same wavelength. We kissed slowly, forever, as the sun started setting.
"You hungry, son?" Dad finally asked as I could still make out his handsome features in the dusky light.
"Starving," I said.
Dad's strong arms were around me and he patted the top part of my muscular bubble ass. "Let's see what we can wrestle up in the kitchen. Gotta keep my sex machine fueled up," he joked.
I laughed and extricated myself from his embrace the best I could without falling off hte couch. Our bodies were slick and smelled like sex. It was wonderful.
Dad pulled out some leftovers from the fridge and I decided I loved this part of us, too. The domestic life, almost like a fucking couple. I loved having a simple microwaved meal with Dad, sitting naked at the breakfast island in Dad's kitchen. We finished our meal and enjoyed a beer, almost staring googly eyes at each other during lulls in the conversation.
"Dad... I've been thinking," I started. I knew this was 180 degrees from the heart-to-heart I'd been planning to have. But that was before the sex we'd just had, before the physical connection that always spilled over into something else.
"Yeah kiddo?" he prompted with that sexy grin of his.
Here goes. "What do you think of me moving some of my stuff into your bedroom. Like, sleeping there regularly?"
Dad got a softly serious expression on his face and I expected him to say that wasn't appropriate. Instead, he answered quietly. "I've been thinking about that, too, son. A lot." He looked into my eyes with a nervous smile. "I guess I was worried you'd think it was too much."
For all the emotional part of our talk, I was getting hard again. The taboo of our mating was supercharging my libido, and I worried I was letting my dick think for me.
"It probably is," I answered truthfully. But I flashed Dad a grin. "But I want 'too much' when it comes to you, Dad."
He blushed. "Shit, son. I'm hard again," he admitted softly.
"I've been hard this whole time," I said, pushing back my chair so Dad could see my erection.
His eyes widened as he took in the sight. "I love your dick, Jake."
"Just my dick?" I taunted. I regretted saying it immediately, but couldn't take it back.
He looked up at me like a deer in the headlights. "Fuck... I was gonna call things off today," he said, his voice normal and steady. "I think I wanted one last fuck, you know... something to remember."
"Damn, Dad," I said. I shook my head. "I was pretty much thinking the same exact thing."
Dad sighed. "You think we should call things off?"
I shook my head. "Follow me." I stood up, dick hard and now enjoyed the sweep of Dad's eyes over my fit, muscular 19 year old body. This is the look I'd missed earlier, but it was even better now.
My father was a few paces behind as I walked down the hall to my room. I pulled open a drawer and pulled out a stack of T-shirts and another to pull out some shorts and underwear. Dad watched with a big smile. Knowing what I was doing.
I handed him some of the clothes. "Think you could carry these."
This was crazy and crazy hot. We walked across the hall to his bedroom, the master bedroom. Dad had a walk in closet where we placed my clothes.
"We'll arrange these tomorrow," Dad said. "I'll make plenty of room for your stuff." Then he looked up at me. "You sure this is what you want, Jake?" God he was so handsome with his DILF bod and his silvery hair and beard. I nodded, hands on my hips, cock jutting. "Sure, I'm sure, Dad," I answered, feeling a new excitement sweep over me. "I love you."
His eyes watered a little and I could see his chest rise and fall with his deep breath. "Love you, too, kiddo. So much."
Our kiss was magical. We made out softly, as I walked him back to his bed. Our bed now.
And there, we took our time with plenty of foreplay, but we had our second fuck, face to face this time, me slowly screwing him, son inside father, celebrating our new bond.
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