#dadforkerwriting

have him storm into my room while i'm on the computer and be lifted onto his lap and filled with dick so fast my brain is already melting around the girth bulging in my stomach before I know what's going on.

he's the kind of dad who likes to say, "Knock one bitch up and you'll have another to use for the rest of your life if you raise em right."

ya get so hooked and cockdrunk on him that cuddles on the couch don't feel the same without the scrape of his crotch reassuring you that he'll find your hole no matter what.

the visceral need to have dad playfully yank your tail upwards and rub into that hole a pair of two meaty fingers. he keeps drawing them out to suck and tongue at it for a more slimy entrance

He convinces himself it's all just to get it over with.

That each plunge, thoroughly intimate with his cockhead reaching deep depths in a meaty kiss, is just the result of his frantic bucking, yet his jaw is hung loose, drool spills from his lips and he's groaning with his son held captive below.

“Ohh...oh fuck..." He finally loses it. The shallow will to believe that simply closing his eyes would absolve him of all this shame. The guilt that’s compounded into a nervous rattle throughout his spine finally comes to an eerie slow the moment he peers down.

There, his boy’s hands are clenched on the sheets below, and a slow rhythm moves his son- panting he recognizes.

His son is arched up against him, and dad’s own larger hands have naturally found their way to his son's flank, resting above his hips.

He's really inside his son right now. His entire cock is.

“Holy..." 

he can't even finish his thought. he pulls back to check if this is real, that his cock didn't magically disappear. Along with the pull comes a fresh surplus of desire when he watches the way his son arches back into him, greedy to take his father back inside him with a slow, arduous slurp.

it’s disgusting how pleased the sight makes him, 

so he thrusts with intention.

it's wet music to his ears, a raunchy shlick that combined with the visual, has his cock jumping naturally with a spurt of fresh pre feeding into his son's seemingly bottomless hole. He's never had to think that his son was a whore in his life, but somehow, the thought settles more comfortably in his mind now that he’s accepted the truth. 

maybe it's because he knows himself to be so depraved that it almost feels like some common biological urge in their shared blood. 

He moves his hips to the thought of this, and he pays close attention to the joining of their bodies, his much more masculine one and the way their skin bunches, and how his son's ass receives it without a wink of regret.  How could this little shit be so unaffected by what’s been weighing on him this entire time? the underlying muscles in his son's body shift to relax once dad picks up his lost rhythm and a subtle moan of satisfaction rings through his ears. He growls. “little fucker…” He can't possibly be frustrated. Not when he’s having the time of his life, so he takes a hold of his son so firmly that his fingers dig into his hips and he picks up the pace with a plethora of wet, meaty smacks that douse the weak embers of his son’s whining. 

He wanted this. no more worrying about what the fuck’ll happen after this. dad’s gotta cum, and his son’s about to learn why he shouldn’t have agreed to this. He should be terrified, should’ve wanted to move out the moment he heard his dad agree to this. even that yes was so huge- yet his son of course said, “it’ll be fine. Of course it’ll feel good! we can take it slow…”

The older man knows logically he needs only to scratch this itch and that it’ll be over. The outstretched grasp towards finality shows its mark in a twinge carrying up his swollen balls. He hasn’t been so certain that he’d cum since the night he came in this boy’s mother…but fuck, focusing on the present does it’s dues better than he’d thought it would. 

He burns the information along the coast of his fingers, the slap of his son’s ass and how it stings his palm, the hair atop his head and how each lock threads through the gaps in his fingers, those wet lips that part so easily for him in a cry of vulnerability, and that cute little tongue lulling out so damn salaciously.

He shouldn’t feel so damn shy about a kiss, yet he’s already made it this far, and he can recognize the hunger in his son’s eyes. The gentle prying, the seeking for contact more than this ass has already had with it’s effect on him. He’s being sucked in, not only literally.

“So greedy……fuck, I love you.”

Dad tastes his son’s answer before their tongues meet.

 “You..too…” 

Their lips envelop one another. Their words now are only electricity travelling along one another’s nerves. 

He’s already hunched over, keeping that face held up to his. Despite the drool, he somehow feels parched so he melts into the kiss with ruthless intensity that becomes all enveloping. 

He must devour.

Dad moves his hips and hums in approval at the way he’s so eagerly accepted by his boy, his bottom lip sucked on, a tongue coasting along his own- his son really is a whore in every sense. Inside his son, the world fucks off for a second- and his senses dissolve into a thrum of heavenly electricity. His neurons feel like they’re on fire from the mish-mash of senses colliding together all at once.

He can’t let anyone have this. It’s too addictive to let go of.

The larger man eats away at a squeal, pinning his son to the bed, completely smothering him in his weight. His hips move, undulating in motion while he captures those arms, holding them down onto the bed. If anyone were to walk in, they’d see a man completely in the throes of lust, intent on making a baby if they didn’t know any better.

It’s too damn bad he can’t because if it was up to him…he’d have this slut on his cock all day everyday, morning and night taking his seed like the good little faggot he is. Perhaps those kinds of people are drawn towards one another. Perverts that feel disgusting thoughts. It would explain the magnetism, and the sudden loss of strain on his body as though he’s been cut loose from the hypothetical strings of his regret. 

Like roiling waves of magma bubbling up on the shores of heated rock in a slow, eventual rise, the shape of their two bodies that can’t live without one another eats away at his mind. his muscles exhale, and he lets out a sound from his chest like a deep groan. 

his heart races as the earth slams back down onto him. He’s about to orgasm. He knows what it feels like to cum, but his body feels as though it’s turning inside out to warn him of the impending heat threatening to boil his core down into nothing. 

There’s a rhythmic panic, his heart racing, but it’s just as soon smoothed over as his animal instincts take the reins, reminding him he’s in the throes of excitement. it’s only normal for it to feel so strong when your son turns you on like this. what a fucking godsend being a horrible father is.

Something escapes his body in heaves, causing his heavy balls to draw up. the motion pulls his hips forward into long thrusts that escape his notion of distance, like the tides of a blackhole that pull your body apart into string. It’s so tight. So perfect. So utterly unbearable that he can’t tell when his orgasm has ended. 

All he can feel is the centerpiece of his urges letting out a few stuttering breaths in each thrust, at what must be the flood of his cum settling. 

The room begins to zero in on itself, and he takes a long series of breaths now that he feels so heavy. Gravity’s returned, and it swells down to his bones. He can feel several cramps brewing, but right now it feels wrong to just…look away. Ignore what he’s done.

He’s fucked his son. It felt unbelievable…and he isn’t sure if he can ever go back from this, but there’re no words he can properly give right now to describe that. Beneath him, in that heap of a mess, he isn’t quite sure what to say…so instead he reaches out. 

His boy’s feeling just as clammy as he was, and a soft huff escapes him at remembering those tempting words that started this all off. 

Of course it would feel good.

It’s only been a short time since then, having struggled to get back up, but a cool cloth bathes his forehead, and another wipes down his son’s body. He smiles down at him, though it’s not a pitying look. He keeps his eyes lingering on him, watching his boy’s expression turn into a mystified one as if stuck in a haze, softly realizing all that’d happened.

That’s right, It was no dream. “You’re lucky I’m an old man…or I’d be hard all over again, the way you’re looking at me.” 

He admits, half jokingly. The thought of going again does get him an errant throb…but it aches a little too much to go ahead and try it.

They’d definitely gone rougher than they should have for their first time at least. A small part of him knows he’s glad it happened like that, otherwise he wouldn’t have been able to accept the man he is. He’d been aiming just to get it over with…but he enjoyed himself just a little too much to go back. 

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In a tired haze he walks downstairs to get a drink and notices the flickering light from the monitor on downstairs...

"Shit, did I forget to turn it off?"

His footsteps softly thud down the linoleum, a paw carding down the rail You're angled with your legs spread, jerking off to one of the same dirty videos he saw just this afternoon.

Dad blinks a few times, yet there you are

Arm moving, that cute face of yours all dazed and pretty

that's his boy

A stirring in his loins is fanned by an errant paw, groping beneath his robes as he watches your expression shift The more roughly the older man on screen handles his "son", slamming into his hole with reckless abandon, the more you shift, legs spreading with the soft wet slaps of your dick

Your dad mutters a low "Fuuck...good boy," proudly as you pump your shaft He follows behind at a similar pace, his tired haze flooded with a hot buzz of insistence to see his boy shoot a load before he heads back to bed

or maybe he should wait up here for you and let you get a glance at his cock?

He's got a great angle of you spread out for him, imagining how he might be able to split you himself one of these days, to spread those thighs and spear into you with his greasy cock

Just picture receiving a stained, suspicious envelope from your dad and him standing there, sweating with a soft yet nervous grin before quietly sitting at the other end of the table to quietly watch you with clasped hands. He doesn’t make any jokes alongside the crappy cards he usually gets you for these kinds of holidays, which fills the air with a weird tone you're not used to.

When you rip open the envelope and take out the cute little card, you naturally smile at how ironic the red glittery heart looks on the front. He must’ve reused an old valentines card or something. 

Then you open it. 

Your eyes then widen at the messy paragraphs, a smudged scrawl of words that scatter across the page, circling the cute little message of Happy Valentine’s day printed in the centre with hearts, all written with a definite and throbbing boner in his hand.

It may go something like this;

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“I love you son and I hope you have a good Valentine's Day, you mean so much to me and I am proud of the man you have become. I missed talking to you and being with you, cuddling together and chatting about anything on your mind. I want to know everything that’s been going on in your life. I love you and that cute butt of yours haha, you definitely got it from your mother. I think about how it would stretch open on me sometimes…and well, actually all the time and those beautiful sounds you would make if I got my hands on you. You’re so fucking handsome to me and I’m sorry I haven’t made that clearer. I’m getting hard writing this, I love you baby, you don’t know what you mean to me, you’re all I need to cum honestly and that scares me. I’m nervous writing this but fuck I can’t stop moving my hand. Just imagining those lips wrapped around me, goddamn fuck i love you i love you so much i could drain my balls in you and i’d want you to love it, i’ve been told i cum too much so we can use condoms, but i’d love to eat it out of you if you’d let me. i imagine you would struggle because i’m a big guy, but i would let you get used to it. i’d love to just be inside you. i don’t know if i could be patient though haha you’re so cute fuck. ♥ Happy Valentine's Day! ♥ i have so much backed up, less than i wanted while writing this and realizing how crazy you make me, god i’ve already came under the table its all wet and my hands are sticky i need to wash up after. you’re gonna read this and open it and know what a gross dad i am but i want you to know nothing has to change. god i want it to, but i love you and i want you to love me and be comfortable around me but this is already so much that i’m getting hard again and sad and my heart’s beating wondering what you’ll say or if you’ll leave. Are you going to lick my cum off your fingers when you’re done reading this? Will you throw this card away and never talk to me? Are you wondering what I would do to you if you say no? Daddy wants you so bad but I would never force you. Never. Even If I love to imagine taking advantage and holding you close to me, I care about you so much I would wait for you as long as it takes. I want you so bad that I would take care of you if you ever get aroused and need it, no questions asked. I’ll make you cum and make it all go away, but it doesn’t have to mean anything. I will always love you. You don’t need to say anything back if you aren’t comfortable, son. I love you. Happy Valentine's Day.” - From Dad 

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The pen ink is smudged, and his words are barely legible through the haze of cum stains and his pressed palm in an attempt to write without holding down the paper using his other hand.

You stare for a while, not just at the words, but the card, its meaning and how this changes things for the both of you. If you'd happen to look up when you're finished, the expression on your face would be answer enough for your dad.

His hands unclasp and squeeze the table when he rises to slowly walk over and put an arm around your shoulder. He lowers himself to your level, and speaks gently, tone warm and fatherly like it should be. "That was a lot. Wasn't it?"

Your head bobs softly, and you realize you're nodding.

"Yeah...was a lot for me too. You're a real ballbuster when you wanna be. Had me worried."

You hear the smile in his voice and he pulls you in just a tad closer to his bulk.

"Normally I'd say sorry for just...springing this on ya, but...well, once I saw you staring like that, I got the impression you appreciated my thoughts."

His pants unzip.

You forgot about it for a bit until you stumble upon the fact years later, though why would your parents hold back the truth and not remind you? Surely he's not that bad, so you forgo asking altogether.

The conversation is overtaken by his enthusiasm the moment you call, revealing who you are. He regularly visits the sperm bank even now and has always fantasized about one of his kids reaching out to him, not that it's happened yet until now since he's got a bit of a reputation, or so he says.

You're calling him on the phone, but the way his voice is so haggard with revitalization, the shudder of his breath like a warmth culled through the speakers of your phone, it almost sounds like he's jerking off faintly- you hear him exhale as he asks you to go on, keep talking about yourself for him.

You hesitate, but tell him your hobbies, get lost in what you're into and what you’ve done lately. He asks if you happen to have a girlfriend...or maybe a boyfriend yet. No? He chuckles softly, the concept of purity a funny thing, and groans, the sound of a bed or couch creaking under him. He reads to you the name of one of those sketchy websites to login to for messaging if you don’t have it already, and that he'll even add you on it himself.

He wants to video chat.

You’re alone in your bedroom but your nerves are frayed with excitement. What does he want to show you? The website is simple enough to create an account for and you type in the username he gave you, adding him as a friend. Not even seconds later he’s sending, “hey son. eager to see me?” You’re flushed, but it’s true, regardless of how uncomfortable stir in your gut is. You’re curious what the man looks like, and it’s not long before you find out.

You see your biological dad- well, that might be a stretch. What you see is a grown hairy man stroking his well lubricated meat, face obscured by the dark of his room leaned back in his computer chair. He takes a pause every now and then to type with one hand, keeping a relatively slow pace with the other and he keeps prodding, asking to see your face, cockhead beading with pre as it glints under the dim light of his monitor.

It takes a few moments of fumbling but you turn your camera on and he's suddenly picked up the pace, a muted groan working its way through your computer’s speakers. He’s jerking off quicker, showing his length off to the camera as if shoving his dick as close as he can to your face through it.

He tells you he wants to cum for you, show you how much he enjoys doing it, and he stops typing altogether to focus on finishing, rocking his cock into both hands to bring himself to orgasm- the wet splaps of his greasy dick, palms buried in the bed of his hairy pubes go up in a rise on his overhanging stomach. The motion blurs until his hips still their bucking, cloudy drops speckling the view of it all in a wash of his sperm. His voice echoes out again, cut through the speakers short as he pumps a remaining few drops out in a sag of finality.

He slumps back in his seat, body heaving with slow breaths before he continues again with a single hand, working himself back to a semi with ease, fingers teasing the loose skin back and forth over his swollen head, a finger sweeping up over his slit, hand disappearing through the dark up to his mouth for a taste of his release.