Just Daddy and Married Man

I felt a little guilty for being so impatient. Selfish even. After all, my son had just blown me a few hours ago, as we watched Sunday NFL. I don’t know if it was a kink of his, but he said he loved treating me like the man of the house, king in my castle. Getting me a frosty can of beer, plopping open the tab and putting it in the koozie for me before kneeling down between my spread legs and pulling down my shorts and going to town on my hardening prick.

I made him work for that one, too. We’d gone at it hard and heavy Saturday night and I knew it was gonna take me a while to come, awesome as my son’s mouth felt bobbing up and down on my cock, practically worshipping his old man. When I did ejaculate though, I felt the earth move beneath me. Every time with Daniel was one for the record books.

Around 3:30 he’d begged off to his room for a nap. Around 4:30, sun fading outside in the shorter autumn hours, I was up at his bedroom, one schmuck of a dad looking for seconds. Danny’s BJs had a way of priming my pump.

One view of my son sprawled face down in his bed reminded me why I’d thrown all scruples out the window a year ago. Youthful perfection, finely sculpted muscle, powerful legs, and a porn star ass. I was so absorbed in admiring his bubble butt, massaging the boner that i’d been nursing in my shorts the last half hour, debating whether to disturb my son, that it took me a second to notice he was absorbed in a book.

“Hey Dad,” he said softly, his teen voice become deeper and more manly by the day. “Sorry I meant to come back down but I was reading for my big Lit exam this week. I’d rather be watching football, trust me.”

His eyes widened as he watched me shuck my shorts, letting my fat, steely dad erection free and standing straight up.

“Your daddy’s horny again,” I said, maybe stating the obvious.

I heard a sigh of excitement as Daniel tossed the book aside and reached over to the bedside table, where he flipped the cap open on a large size bottle of lube. Even though we usually fucked in my bed, we’d been known to screw in his childhood bedroom for the excitement of it.

He watched with a lusty leer as I greased up my oversized pole, letting the dripping slick sound of the lubricant fill the silence in the room. And I crawled on the bed, my heavy muscular body, adding to the load of a mattress that probably needed replacing. Another weekend project, I thought.

I wondered if Daniel was gonna roll over onto his back. He always preferred missionary and that’s usually how we did it. Face to face, father to son, able to kiss as we fucked. That was amazing, but sometimes I loved mounting him doggie or just face down. But he stayed prostrate as I crawled my body on top of his, kissing his back and neck, and letting my lube-y cock make a slick trench of the crack of his ass.

“You gonna let me, Danny?” I asked, thrusting my meat in my son’s deep, perfect asscrack. “Gonna let Daddy fuck take you like this?”

“Yeah Dad,” Daniel replied, hiking his muscular buns against my crotch with small but insistent motions. “Sunday’s your day, sir. Man of the house. Your day off, you get what you want.”

“Oh fuck,” I growled. I placed my angry cockhead against his now loosened pucker. I didn’t rush it but it took us only a couple of seconds for us to start fucking. Danny opened up and I entered.

“Fuck me, Dad,” Daniel growled. His voice definitely a full-on man’s now. “Your big dad cock’s gonna fuck me off, sir.”

I was beyond words now. My hips were a flurry of motion, pounding with all my strength into my boy. I knew Daniel liked getting fucked but this was the most receptive he’d been in this position, and I took full advantage, holding nothing back. Just full speed, dad-on-son fucking.

“Christ!” I finally choked in exclamation as my seed shoot good and heavy up deep inside Danny. About five seconds after I fucked the cum out of my 20 year old.

We both lay still for a few minutes after orgasm, and I was concerned my weight was too heavy on top of Daniel. I finally rolled off and my son snaked his upper body over to meet me in a heavy, tongue-forward kiss. It’s funny, with sex I was always top dog, but my son liked to take the lead in kissing, and it was usually me sucking on his flirty, teasing tongue thrust into my mouth.

“That gonna last you to bed time, Dad?” Daniel said, running his fingers through my chest hair.

“Ha, we’ll see,” I laughed. “You’re too good to me Danny.” Then I looked over at the clock. After 5. “What time you gotta go back?”

Daniel’s hand caressed my spent cock, which was still erect amazingly. It was very sensitive but I also relished the feel of his fingers sizing me up and caressing my meat. “I can go back tomorrow morning. I don’t have class till tomorrow night.” I could tell he was weighing something over in his mind, and I thought we were gonna have one of our father-son heart to hearts. You know, talk about what was going on emotionally, or maybe Danny would tell me he wanted to stop what we were doing.

Only my son was weighing something baser in his mind. He pulled up my cock, almost playfully, watching the hardon stand up from my crotch. Then he hoisted himself up and straddled his left leg over my waist. Was he gonna?

Yep. I watched the look of serene satisfaction sweep across his face as he sank back down on my bone, getting his father back inside him. His own young dick rock hard and ready for more.

“You belong in me, Dad,” he said unashamed.

“We make one hell of a team, Sport,” I admitted, relishing the warmth and the spermy wetness of my son’s ass against my dick. My buddies and I had always joked about liking sloppy seconds, but I had to say the sloppiness was a hell of a lot better when you’re the one responsible for it.

Right then, I was flying pretty high. “Yeah, sure,” I huffed, wanting to come real soon and yet wanting to hold off forever.

He looked down at me, his hunger growing more intense. I could swear his was gonna nut in my ass any second now. “No, I mean now.” I guess my hole clenched defensively, cause Dad groaned loudly.

“I don’t know,” I replied. All of a sudden concerned. “I don’t want our faces visible.”

Dad grinned and slowly pulled out. My jock hole ached in emptiness but also felt a little relief from the assault. Did I tell you Dad’s really hung?

I watched as his big fatherly erection bobbed and swayed as he walked across the room. He came back with a camera in one hand. With his other he tossed me my ballcap.

“Here, Rick, put this on.”

I smiled as I donned my cap and Dad repositioned us to face my bedroom mirror. He crawled back into position and I let out a big “oof” as his giant prick entered me again. How the hell was I able to take him?

Pretty soon my father was working up speed again. Looking up at the mirror, then down at me. Then up at the mirror again. His hips shoved harder, knocking the breath out of me a little, but I loved it. It was an intensity we’d not felt, at least not since the first time he fucked me.

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I was enjoying this guys-only vacation  with Dad, only now that it was about to end, I felt myself getting down a  bit. We sat across from each other on the hotel verandah and even the  proximity and the sight of my father was making me hard. Again.

I could detect the hint of a smile on Dad’s face as his eyes searched  mine. He always seemed to be able to see right through me, to read my  soul. Casually, he spread his legs, fanning the fires building inside  me.

“You’re ready to go at again, aren’t cha, Sport?” he winked.

All I could do was nod yes. God, this man had a spell on me. My own  father. And he was definitely starting to get erect in his shorts.